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stevie-petey · 5 months

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episode four: the body

For the second time within a week, Steve Harrington almost kills you with his stupid BMW. Granted, the first time wasn’t necessarily his fault due to your crying, but this time just felt personal. “Hey! Henderson!” “Jesus christ-” You’re biking to the Wheeler’s, lost in thought as the sun begins to set, when stupid Harrington scares the shit out of you. His unexpected shouting causes you to swerve your bike towards his car and he has to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting you. “Do you, like, have a fantasy about me hitting you with my car?”

summary: you basically have a "no babe don't cry over ur dead brother ur so sexy" moment with jonathan, hopper plays mr love doctor (cute date idea: coffin shopping), and somehow nancy wheeler makes you realize that you're a horrible babysitter and an even bigger idiot. meanwhile: steve harrington is frustratingly charming.

rating: general but plenty of cursing as usual.

warnings: cursing, fem!reader, and use of y/n.

words: 8k

before you swing in: hello ! happy eve of a spending time with loved ones, however ya choose to celebrate or not celebrate and all that jazz. i hope y'all are well and doing okay :) a LOT happens in this chapter, so buckle up. so many feelings and revelations my god. also this chapter is one i really loved writing purely because i got to explore more of steve and reader so ,,, ya welcome ! (hopefully i was able to clear up jonathans thoughts and how he processes, i really want it to come across as someone hurt and overwhelmed rather than just him being cranky lmao). anyways, enjoy !!

It’s a quiet morning.

You roll over, the sunlight streaming through your curtains, and for a moment you forget. It’s a blissful moment, sweet naivety that strokes your cheek and coaxes your eyes open. As you throw your arms over your head and stretch, last night’s events haven’t caught up to you quite yet.

Then you feel Jonathan’s body next to yours and for a moment you’re confused. He never sleeps in your bed whenever he spends the night, being ever the gentleman. No matter how many times you offer, he always insists on respecting your mother’s wishes and sleeping on the giant beanbag chair within your room, and it always makes your heart warm.

Your mother had specifically bought the beanbag for Jonathan when you were thirteen. He had been spending more and more nights at your home, sneaking in through your window to avoid his parents fighting. At first he would simply fall asleep on your carpet, despite your many reassurances that he could sleep in your bed, so when your mom unexpectedly barged into your room one morning and saw him lying face down on the ground, she freaked.

Once you had explained everything to her (with Jonathan’s permission), she had shoved you guys into her car, dropped him off at his house, and then found the beanbag at a garage sale for $10.

“This way, he’ll have a place to sleep that’s soft and cozy, away from my young daughter,” she had said during the drive home. You had covered your face in embarrassment at her implication, but you were also incredibly proud to call her your mom at that moment. She may be overbearing at times, but she was the kindest woman you’ve ever met.

You rub your eyes and glance at the bean bag that sits between your bed and wall, its dusty blue color almost glowing in the early morning light. Then you glance at Jonathan, who has woken up before you, and notice the redness in his eyes and the dark circles now darker than ever.

Then it all comes rushing back to you.

Will’s body in the quarry.

Holding your brother as he mourned his friend.

El, so quiet and shy and sweet, running away after your cruel dismissal.

Jonathan showing up to your window hours later, broken and devastated.

Then, late into the night, the two of you falling asleep, side by side in your bed, both needing each other more than ever before.

The two of you get ready without saying anything. You hand Jonathan some spare clothes of his that you keep in a drawer before giving him some space as you go and take a shower. You spend longer than usual getting ready, but you pay no attention to the clock. There’s no way you’re going to school today. You’re not leaving Jonathan alone for even a second.

Jonathan finishes getting ready before you do and waits in your room. Neither of you have said anything yet, last night being too fresh in your memories, but words aren’t needed between the two of you.

You take his hand and lead him into your kitchen and wordlessly hand him a banana. He stares at you, and you stare back, silently challenging him to decline the food. He needs to eat. You’ve noticed how thin he’s gotten with everything happening.

He sighs, knowing he won’t win this fight, and takes a bite out of the banana in a mocking manner, but you’re just relieved he’s eating.

You grab your own breakfast before writing a note for your mom, informing her that you’ll be with Jonathan today and promising to make up any missed assignments as soon as you can. Then you quietly go into Dustin’s room to check up on him, but his bed is empty. You glance at his alarm clock and note the early hour, he doesn’t normally leave for school for another thirty minutes, which makes you frown.

Where the hell did the kid run off to?

An uneasy feeling settles over you, but you don’t have time to question anything. Knowing Dustin, he ran off to school earlier than usual to see his friends and distract himself from last night. While your mom offered you both to stay home for the rest of the week due to Will’s death, neither of you have ever been good at staying put and dealing with your emotions.

Wherever your brother is, you know he needs his space.

Once everything is settled, you join Jonathan in his car and drive to his place. While he never explicitly asked you to this morning, you know that you’re going to his house with him to help him deal with his mother and the funeral preparations.

He doesn’t have to ask, and you don’t have to tell him that you’ll help.

You both just know.

About halfway to his place, Jonathan finally speaks.

“The cops say that Will crashed his bike and fell into the quarry,”

“Jonathan, we don’t have to talk about it right now-”

“My mom doesn’t believe that he’s dead. She-she insists that he’s in the walls, that he can speak through-through… Christmas lights.”

His voice shakes as he speaks, and you can’t tell if it’s due to grief or anger.

“Will is dead and my mom chooses to believe that there’s some monster in our walls that took him.”

“A monster?” you think about El and her powers and the fear on the boys’ faces when she pulled out the Demogorgon piece. Then you remember the other night at the Byers’ home when Joyce came running outside as the lights were flickering wildly. Her fear had been genuine.

“A fucking monster that’s hiding in our walls. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t listen, Y/N. I tried talking to her, to calm her down, but she just…” His words fade off, and he clenches his jaw as tightens his hands around the steering wheel.

You’re not sure what to say. It’s a tough situation, a fucking heartbreaking one, and it’s all so unfair. Jonathan needs his mom, but his mom needs Will.

You rest your hand behind his head and allow your fingers to rub circles against his skin. He leans into your touch, and for now this is all you can do.

The state of the Byers’ home has only gotten worse since the last time you were there. There’s now letters painted on the wall and string lights placed all throughout the house. There’s also clothes in random corners and trash thrown around.

Jonathan had been staying in this house alone, watching his mother spiral. Your stomach twists with guilt.

You should’ve been there more for him, but instead you allowed your petty need to help everyone distract you from what’s important.

Joyce is passed out on the couch with an ax clutched between her hands, which breaks your heart even more. Jonathan walks over to wake her up and you give the two of them some privacy as you head into the kitchen to make Joyce some breakfast.

Their fridge is barren, but you aren’t surprised. You make do with the few eggs you find and get to work; it isn’t much, but it’ll have to do. As you prepare breakfast, you notice a stack of Will’s drawings on the kitchen table, which causes you to gag with remorse.

There’s still so much of Will within these walls, his entire childhood still locked inside, untouched, and yet the house lacks his presence.

He’s gone.

–

You wait with Hopper in the morgue waiting room, nervously tapping your foot and frantically trying to distract yourself with a comic. The words blur together in your head and the images float around. You can’t focus on anything. For once, Spidey’s quips and banter can’t distract you from reality.

Not only are you incredibly worried for Joyce and Jonathan, but the thought of Will’s body being a wall away from you sends chills down your spine. You can’t imagine what’s happening behind the doors, and you’re secretly relieved that you’ll never know.

“What’s taking so long?” Hopper’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You put your comic down and listen, figuring that it’s best if you’re caught up on everything so that you can store away any useful information for later.

The front desk lady sighs. “Well, everything’s been a bit chaotic around here without Gary.”

This catches Hopper’s attention. “Without Gary?”

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

Now this catches your attention. Why would the State replace the town’s coroner?

“So who did the autopsy?”

“Someone from State.”

Hopper looks at you, almost as if to ask if you’re also hearing this, and you give him a slight nod. It’s odd, really damn odd.

“Why would they send someone for a little boy?” You ask Hopper, but he only shakes his head in response.

In the back of your mind, you think about what El had warned you of. The bad men, the people she has to hide from… it didn’t make sense at the time, but now…

Your thoughts are cut off as Jonathan runs out the door, his hand over his mouth, and you immediately get up to help him outside. He throws up against the wall outside, and you wince at the smell. You’ve never been good with people getting sick, but Jonathan needs you right now, so you rub soothing circles on his back as he throws up. Once he’s done, you head back inside and wait for Joyce.

You offer Jonathan a tissue before coaxing him to rest his head on your shoulder. Having nothing else to do, yet urgently wanting to help, you begin to read him some panels from your comic. He doesn’t say anything, so you take it as a sign to keep going. Your voice is hoarse from all your crying, but you read aloud anyways.

Hopper watches your interaction with a small interest. You don’t notice his curious eyes and the way they seem to glint with sincerity. In his eyes, the two of you will get together soon enough.

After a couple minutes, Hopper finally asks Jonathan how Joyce is holding up. The boy straightens up, but grabs your hand to steady himself, and responds as best as he can. He explains the lights, the letters on the wall, everything.

“She’s had anxiety problems in the past, but this…? I don’t know.” He takes a shaky breath, and you draw reassuring patterns on the back of his hand. “I’m worried it could be… god, I don’t know.”

“She’s grieving,” you remind him, and he nods.

“Yeah, she’s grieving, but she’ll be okay. We’ll be okay; my mom, she’s tough.”

“Like Spider-Man,” you say, though you don’t really mean to. You’re tired and the words just slip out, but Jonathan begins to laugh.

“Yeah, like Spider-Man, you’re right. Thanks, bug.”

“Anytime, bee.”

Jonathan smiles at you, still softly laughing, and it’s then that you realize. He hasn’t laughed in days, he’s hardly even smiled, and yet here he is, smiling at the stupid nickname you gave him and laughing at the stupid joke you didn’t even mean to say; you realize you’d do anything to get him to laugh again, to give you that smile that he’s only ever reserved for you. He squeezes your hand and his eyes shine for a moment with a familiar warmness that has always made you weak.

It hits you like a cold, cruel wave on a harsh winter day.

You’re in love with Jonathan.

Fuck.

It’s horrible timing, and you feel sick with guilt for realizing that you love your best friend merely hours after his brother has died, but now it’s all you can think about.

You love him, you love him more than you’ve ever loved anything before, but you can’t tell him. It wouldn’t be fair, and you don’t have the time.

You’re thankful when Hopper begins to talk again, reiterating that Joyce is tough, so that you have the time to process your newfound feelings.

Then Joyce comes crashing through the door, screaming about how whatever is in the other room isn’t Will, ignoring everyone who tells her to calm down. Both you and Jonathan stand up to calm her down, your comic dropping to the ground in the process, but she doesn’t listen and instead runs outside.

“Mom!” Jonathan follows after her.

You sigh and tuck your hair behind your ears before picking up the comic. You know that Jonathan needs to be alone with Joyce right now, give them some privacy, it’s a personal matter. More personal than anything else, and yet you also selfishly don’t want to be near him for a few moments so you can collect yourself as well.

As you’re gathering your things, Hopper clears his throat.

“Do you love him?”

You freeze, having not expected such a personal question. You’ve only just realized your feelings for him, how the hell has Hopper already figured it out? “What does it matter? His brother is dead and his mom is losing it.”

Hopper rubs his hand over his face, giving you a warning look. “But do you love the kid?”

It’s the way he says it, like it means life or death, that has you respond, “I do.”

“Take care of him, then.” He looks you in the eyes as he says it, urging you to understand the weight of his words, and you do.

You’ve heard about how his daughter had died and his wife divorced him soon after. They’d only ever been rumors to you, but now you know that they’re true. He’s telling you to take care of Jonathan, that your love for him means that you have to take care of him in a way that no one else can.

In a way, you suppose that you and Hopper aren’t so different after all, and you gain a new sense of respect for the man.

You swallow deeply and nod at him before excusing yourself to follow after Jonathan and Joyce.

–

The mother and son in question are a few blocks down the street, Joyce waving her son away as he follows her with the car.

You sigh.

This day definitely sucks.

Running up to them is a pain in the ass, honestly. You get that you gave them some privacy, but damn. Did Jonathan seriously have to take the car as well?

When you finally catch up, he’s parking. “Hey, what are you-”

He doesn’t spare you a glance as he turns the engine off and runs after his mom.

“Seriously?” You groan, clutching at a stitch in your side from running. Usually you’re a great runner, actually choosing to go for a run whenever you’re particularly stressed out or anxious. However with the shitshow that this week has been, you haven’t gone on your morning run in a while and you’re starting to feel the effects of being out of practice.

Joyce, being surprisingly fast, is hard to catch up with, but you do your best as Jonathan sprints ahead of you. When he finally reaches her, he grabs at her jacket with a determined look in his eyes.

You hang back, now regretting the fact that you left the coroner’s office in the first place.

“Mom, stop!”

“Just go home, Jonathan.”

“No, this is not an okay time for you to shut down.”

“Shut down… what-” The confusion in Joyce’s eyes is enough to make you feel Jonathan’s frustration as well. You feel for the woman, you really do, but she has another son to worry about. Jonathan is still here, he’s lost his own baby brother, he needs his mom now more than ever.

But Joyce, too lost in her own grief and desperation, can’t see that.

“We have to deal with this, mom. We have to deal with the funeral!” You’ve never heard Jonathan raise his voice at his mom before, but after days of begging for her attention, you’re proud of him for defending himself.

The word “funeral” seems to snap Joyce out of her daze and once again she goes on her tangent about how Will’s body isn’t really back at the morgue, that he’s still alive, and Jonathan’s anger in his voice makes you ache.

As he and his mom continue to yell at one another, a few nosy people in the town area stand and watch. They whisper to each other, no doubt about how Will’s death has made Joyce Byers crazy, and you kick a few rocks at them.

“Fuck off! At least pretend that you aren’t a bunch of nosy assholes like most decent people do.” A woman sneers at you, but you wave your arms above your head, “Oh! Scary! Get fucked!”

Eventually they do as they’re told and walk away from the screaming mother and son, which pleases you.

You really hope that random lady wasn’t a patron of Bookstrordinary though.

“Yeah, well, while you’re talking to the lights, Y/N and I will be planning a funeral for Will!” Jonathan’s voice is laced with bitterness as he screams at his mother, breaking your heart even more. “I’m not letting him sit in that freezer another day!”

Joyce storms off, but you notice that her shoulders shake with tears as she leaves.

It’s such a devastating situation, and while you’re also frustrated with the way she’s been treating Jonathan, you also know that maybe her craziness isn’t exactly “crazy”. El is still out there, even if you’re not sure where, and you think about how she was able to control the comic book and the game pieces. The static electricity you felt in the air when she used her powers, the same static you felt at the Byers’ home a few nights ago when Joyce came running outside with the lights flashing and Will’s song playing on the radio.

But then you think about how El promised that Will was alive.

He isn’t; you see his dead body every time you close your eyes.

So really, what is there to believe?

Lost in thought, you don’t notice Jonathan walking towards you until he grasps at your arm and flings you along back to the car with him. He’s breathing heavily and you notice that he’s shaking. He’s in no condition to drive.

As you near the car you quickly reach around and grab his keys from his pocket before running over to the driver’s side and throwing yourself into the seat. Jonathan hates when you drive the car, not because you’re a bad driver, but because some part of him truly believes it’s impolite to make a girl drive.

As cute as you think his chivalry is, today you couldn’t give more of a damn.

Jonathan stands outside your door. “Y/N-”

“Nope, no time to argue, Byers. Get in.”

“But-”

“In.”

He does as he’s told, albeit with some attitude, but eventually the two of you are off. Without having to ask, you drive to the local funeral home. While you and Jonathan are similar in many ways, the one thing that pulls you together is planning. You both cling onto the stability that planning provides, and right now Jonathan is clinging onto his responsibilities for Will’s funeral.

Like he told his mom earlier, you and him have a funeral to plan.

The funeral home is closer to the edge of Hawkins, so the drive is a longer one. Along the way Jonathan slowly begins to calm down, untensing his shoulders and releasing his clenched jaw. You let him take all the time he needs, thankful that for now you have some time to yourself to reflect over today’s revelation.

You love Jonathan.

Those three words are heavy within your chest, and you almost don’t want to think about them, but you know that sooner or later you’ll have to. You glance at Jonathan, the late fall sun casts a warm glow on his face that for a brief moment brings back the boy you knew only a week ago, before everything changed. Then he turns to face you and you see the red in his eyes, his cheeks sunken in, and you know that you don’t have the time to unravel whatever you feel for him.

He needs his best friend right now.

Jonathan’s voice breaks you from your thoughts, his voice cracking a bit from disuse. “Can we talk about yesterday?”

You cast him a quick glance. “Yesterday?”

“Our… our fight, I guess.”

“Oh,” you shift your hands on the steering wheel, now suddenly painfully aware of the silence within the car. “We don’t have to right now, bee. We should be focusing on the funeral arrangements.”

Your voice catches on the word “funeral”, it still hasn’t sunk in yet that Will is really gone.

“Bug, for the past eighteen hours all I’ve been thinking about is Will,” he takes a shaky breath and you gently place a hand on his, encouraging him to keep talking, “but when I’m not thinking about him… I’m thinking about you and what-what you said yesterday.”

“I said a lot yesterday-”

Jonathan gives you a pleading look. “Please just let me get this out, okay?”

You purse your lips but remain silent.

“I will never, ever deserve you. This week and my actions have proven that. This isn’t some pathetic attempt to make you pity me, I was an asshole to you and I recognize that. You love people in a way that terrifies me, Y/N. You’re my best friend and I think I would actually die if I ever lost you.”

A snort escapes your lips, “you probably would.”

“I definitely would, but this isn’t about me. I’m so, so sorry for how I’ve been treating you lately and the fact that you’re driving me to a funeral home after watching my mom have a meltdown in the town square without even batting an eye is all the more proof that you’re too good for me.”

“I wouldn’t say too good, but yeah. Close enough.”

“It’s more than enough, bug. That’s what terrifies me: I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to repay you for all that you’ve done for me, even before Will disappeared; you’ve been taking care of me since we were twelve.”

His words hang in the air as you allow them to wash over you. There’s so much you want to disagree with, namely the fact that he doesn't deserve you, but you know that he wouldn’t want to hear your arguments.

Again you think about how similar the two of you are, and while you both give your all to the people that you love, your love comes freely while Jonathan has grown up believing that it comes with conditions. It’s never been a problem in your relationship until now, but you guess with how much you’ve been overcompensating for everything, the need to return it all has caught up with him.

Finally, you speak. “You feel that you can’t accept my help because I’ve already done enough for you. Is that it?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan takes a deep breath. “I know it’s stupid, especially because I’m asking for your help right now with the funeral preparations, but…”

“I understand, but we’ll get through it,” you pull into the funeral home parking lot and turn the car off. “We always do, right?”

“Right,” Jonathan’s smile is a weak one, but you accept it nonetheless.

“Now, you ready to go look at children’s coffins like real men and women do?”

He laughs at your poor attempt at a joke, but even he can admit that objectively the entire situation is morbid. “Only real best friends go coffin shopping together.”

“My thoughts exactly, good sir.” Then, before you forget, you reach over and whack Jonathan’s head with the back of your hand.

“Ow! What was that for?”

You shrug your shoulders, “ask Nancy.”

And with that, you unbuckle your seatbelt and head into the funeral home, trusting that Jonathan will follow eventually enough. Things aren’t exactly the same between the two of you, especially with your newfound feelings for him, but it’s a start.

“I deserved that,” you hear Jonathan grumble, which makes you smile.

You’ll take whatever you can get.

–

You spot Nancy before Jonathan does.

It wasn’t intentional, really, but the funeral home director was droning on and on about the different wood selections for coffins and finishes that you can customize and it all makes you want to throw up; the coffins before you are so small, you weren't really paying attention in the first place.

She stands in the doorway and motions for you to get Jonathan’s attention, who is deeply focused on everything the old man is saying. A part of you wants to ignore the girl, but the scared look on her face tells you that this is something serious.

You nudge your shoulder against Jonathan’s and point at Nancy; he excuses the two of you as you walk towards her.

Jonathan shoves his hands in his pockets, a bit guarded. “Hey,”

“Hey, your mom, um… said you’d be here.”

“You talked to Mrs. Byers?” You ask, feeling a sudden possessiveness over the woman. Sure, you were kind of okay sharing Jonathan with Nancy so long as she was with Harrington, but Joyce? She’s like a second mother to you.

It made you uneasy that Joyce even talked to her in the first place.

Nancy tilts her head at you. “Yeah, it was only for a brief moment though. She seemed pretty… distracted.”

“No shit. Her son died, Nancy.”

The girl flinches a bit at your tone, which causes Jonathan to yank at your sleeve and shove you behind him. “Ignore her, we’ve had… Well, it’s been a long day.”

You feel your shoulders drop and unclench your fists. “Sorry, is everything okay? Is it the boys?”

“No, they’re fine, I just,” Nancy’s eyes shoot towards you, uncertain, before directing them towards Jonathan. “Can we talk for a second?”

The photos Nancy shows you makes your blood run cold. They start with Barb sitting alone by the pool, but slowly she pulls out more and more pieces of the torn picture to create a terrifying image with a shadow-like figure looming over her friend.

Jonathan tries to sum the shadow up to lens distortion, but you know that he’s wrong. Nancy asks more questions, trying to figure out exactly what has happened to Barb, but all you can think about is El.

You check the time on your watch and curse. It’s late afternoon now, you’ve been gone with Jonathan since early this morning. Dustin hadn’t been in his room when you left and you stupidly assumed that he’d gone off to school. Now, seeing the picture of Barb and that thing… Something is so goddamn wrong.

“The cops think that she ran away,” Nancy says.

“Just like they did with Will,” you’re whispering more to yourself than to them, but Jonathan hears you anyway.

“Maybe she did run away-”

Nancy shakes her head. “No, she wouldn’t do that. They don’t know Barb. When I went back to Steve’s… I thought I saw something.”

Your head shoots up. “Nancy, what did you see?”

“Some weird man,” the urgence in your voice confuses the girl, but you silently push her to keep talking, “or… I don’t know what it was.”

Both you and Jonathan are quiet afterwards for very different reasons.

He’s quiet because he probably thinks Nancy is crazy, just like his mom.

You’re quiet because you’re currently afraid you’ve accidentally left your idiotic brother and his friends and El alone with very real monsters and possible bad men. The figure Nancy saw… El being terrified of bad people finding and hurting her…

Well shit.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have come here today-”

You stop Nancy from leaving. “No, you should stay… I think,” you look at Jonathan, nervous for how he may react to what you’re about to say. “I think I might have an idea of what you saw last night. A lot has happened since Will disappeared, things that I’m still trying to understand, but I think I know where to start finding an explanation.”

Jonathan turns to you. “What? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Technically I did try telling you a few nights ago but then you yelled at me and threw a jacket at my face-”

“You threw a jacket at Y/N?” Nancy asks, which you and Jonathan ignore.

“But for now I can’t tell you anything else. I made a promise, and I’m not sure I’m right or even sane for considering it an explanation, but we need to leave. Now.”

“A promise? To who?” There’s an edge of hurt in Jonathan’s voice and you desperately wish you could explain more to him, but now isn’t the time. Not with Nancy sitting between you two and her own brother involved. You don’t want to cause any unnecessary worry for her; right now she needs to focus on Barb. You’ll wrangle in the boys, it’s your fault they’re even alone right now with El.

“I can’t exactly say who, but just trust me, okay? Again: I really hope I’m just insane and worried about nothing and that this will all be an embarrassing laugh for us later.”

“Y/N-”

“Jonathan, we need to go.”

“‘We’?” Nancy now speaks up, seemingly fed up by your vague exchange with Jonathan.

You try to collect yourself and pretend like you have some amazing plan. “Yes, we. Jonathan will take you to the photo developing room at school and see if you can make the pictures clearer. On the way there, he’ll drop me off at home so I can grab my bike and head out.”

“And what will you be doing?” The boy asks.

“Tracking down my brother, unfortunately.”

He gives you a doubtful look. “C’mon, you can’t expect me to just let you run off on your own without more of an explanation.”

You know he’s right, but you just… you can’t tell him about El and the bad men yet. You can’t. Not until you know for sure what the hell is happening.

“I’m sure it’s nothing… but just in case, I really need to find Dustin, okay?”

I’m a really, really bad babysitter, you think.

Jonathan opens his mouth again as if to argue, but you hold your hand up to silence him. You really don’t want to waste time fighting with him. He has to trust you on this, whether he likes it or not.

He sighs with defeat, “Just be safe, please.”

You also really don’t want to put anyone else in danger. It’s bad enough that you allowed the boys to get dragged into this mess, but you refuse to drag your best friend in as well. But really, who knows? Maybe you’re just a regular idiot who believes in fairy tales and monsters, not some idiot who leaves three overly naive boys alone with a girl with superpowers.

God you hope you’re just a regular idiot.

However, if Joyce believes that Will is alive, even without the knowledge of El and her powers, then you’re sure that the boys also believe he’s alive and will inevitably go looking for him again. Alone. In the same woods Nancy saw that strange figure.

You cast those thoughts out of your head and give Jonathan what you hope is a reassuring smile. “When am I not safe?”

You really, truly hope that you’re just an idiot, but if the photos that you just saw scare you. Before he can change his mind, you quickly reach over and snatch Jonathan’s keys from his jacket and give him a peck on the cheek before running out to his car.

“I call shotgun, Nancy!”

–

Unsurprisingly, the drive with Nancy and Jonathan is an awkward one. Things are still a bit tense between you and him for reasons you’re not sure you can tell him about just yet, and now Nancy is in the backseat trying not to make any sound, so really it was a doomed car ride from the start.

It’s not that you don’t like the girl, but there’s something about the way she acts around Jonathan that honestly makes you want to collapse. You know she’s with Harrington, but the tenderness Jonathan has shown her the few times they’ve interacted makes you uneasy.

Yesterday you chalked the uneasiness to simply never sharing Jonathan before, but now you know the truth.

You’re jealous because you’re in love with him.

It’s a nauseating feeling.

“So, how long have the two of you been friends?” Nancy’s question surprises you, mostly because she should already know the answer. You know she’s just trying to make conversation, but the question itself further reminds you of why the two of you had drifted apart in the first place.

“I moved here when I was twelve, remember? Your family helped us move in.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” You see Nancy nervously playing with her fingers in the rearview mirror, which makes you feel bad. She’s trying, you know she is.

“It’s fine,” you try to catch her eye, and when you do you give her a smile. “I know you probably don’t remember much from that day. It was the middle of the school year and our brothers immediately started being annoying together, so you had gone inside after only a couple minutes.”

Nancy laughs, now remembering that day. “Didn’t Mike hold an initiation for Dustin that night?”

“Yeah,” you laugh with her now. “That’s actually how Jonathan and I met. Remember, bee?”

Jonathan’s smile is a soft one, a smile that makes you feel weak because you know you’re the reason it’s there. “Of course I do. We both showed up at the Wheeler’s house at the same time to pick up our brothers.”

“And then-”

“I answered the door.” Nancy finishes for you.

“Yup. Ever since then, Jonathan hasn’t been able to get rid of me.”

“It’s been horrible,” he says with a monotone voice, but it’s clear to everyone that he’s joking.

You punch his shoulder. “You weren’t complaining when I saved you from those bullies later that week.”

Jonathan gives you a pointed look and tries to subtly motion towards Nancy, clearly embarrassed that you've brought the bullies up in front of her. Like he wants her to think he’s someone cooler than he really is.

Your smile vanishes.

He wants to impress her.

“Right, sorry,” you clear your throat and if Nancy notices your sudden mood change, she doesn’t say anything. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and remind yourself that what matters right now are the boys and El. They should be your priority, not petty boy drama.

Luckily Jonathan pulls into your driveway not long after the abrupt conversation ending, which you’re thankful for.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face Nancy, and it takes everything in you to force a smile on your face. “Alright, well, this is my stop! Nancy, I’m trusting you to tell me whatever you and Jonathan find. I’d ask him to keep me updated, but I know he’ll inevitably forget.”

The girl nods at you. “You can trust me.”

Can I?

Although you’re not exactly sure what it is that you don’t think you can trust her with. Then, your eyes drift to Jonathan and the way he’s staring at her from his own mirror, and you realize that maybe she’s not the one you should be worried about.

“Good,” you turn to Jonathan now. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“And I’ll answer… probably.”

“You’re so sweet to me.”

“I know, right?”

You snort at the boy and wave goodbye to him and Nancy before getting out of the car. Your bike is in the shed, so you motion to Jonathan that he’s good to leave. When he’s sure you’re okay, he waves at you one last time and drives away.

It feels like you’ve made a huge mistake as you watch Jonathan and Nancy leave, but you don’t have time to think about why. Dustin’s bike isn’t in the shed alongside yours, which you expected, and you have to find him.

Your brother and his idiotic friends need you right now.

–

For the second time within a week, Steve Harrington almost kills you with his stupid BMW. Granted, the first time wasn’t necessarily his fault due to your crying, but this time just felt personal.

“Henderson!”

“Jesus christ-” You’re biking to the Wheeler’s, lost in thought as the sun begins to set, when stupid Harrington scares the shit out of you.

His unexpected shouting from the other side of the road causes you to swerve your bike towards his car and he has to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting you.

“Do you, like, have a fantasy about me hitting you with my car?”

You glare at the boy. “You are a man, I am a woman. It’s getting dark outside. What exactly made you think it’s a good idea to yell out at me?”

“Well, I mean, I called after you.” He says, so matter of factly that it makes you want to strangle him.

You hate him. You really do.

A strand of hair has fallen in your face, so you blow it away before bothering to answer. “My apologies, you called after me and almost killed me in the process.”

Steve winks at you. “Apology accepted.”

You stare at him, unamused and still in the middle of the damn road, and after a couple beats of silence you cock your head at the boy. “Are you going to tell me what you need or…?”

“Oh,” Steve coughs, as if startled by your question. “Honestly I didn’t really have a plan when I called after you. I just kinda did, so…”

“Right, well.” You clench your jaw in annoyance. Why are you even surprised that Harrington has wasted your time? “This was fun, let’s never do it again sometime!”

You ride off on your bike, trying to quickly get up the hill so that you can get to the Wheeler’s before it gets too dark to see. The hill is brutal and it’s almost embarrassing how long it’s taking you to get up it, and as you’re huffing and dripping in sweat, headlights come up from behind you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you groan.

Steve’s car is now right next to you, the fucker having done a complete u-turn to follow after you. His window is still rolled down and he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out his window.

“Hello again, Henderson.”

“I never said hello back to you.”

“C’mon, at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

You let out another groan as you continue to struggle up the hill. “I physically cannot do that, sorry.”

Steve, ever the comedian, responds, “It doesn’t seem like you can physically get up this hill either.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of laughing, but you’re a bit annoyed that his quip was funny. What a jackass, honestly.

“Henderson,” your silence doesn’t deter the boy, “just get in the damn car already.”

Once again you almost crash into the BMW, this time because of your complete shock at his request.

“What?”

He gives you a look as if you’re the insane one in this situation. “You’re sweatier than I am after basketball, and at the rate you’re going I’d say you’ll reach your destination in about three to five business days.”

You stare at him, speechless.

He stares back at you with a smirk on his smug little face, knowing that he’s won the argument. “Get in the car and I’ll throw your bike in the back.”

You do as he says, your mind completely blank and still taken aback. Sweatier than him after basketball? There’s no way that’s true, and also who says that to someone they barely even know? As if you’re really that sweaty-

You see your reflection in his car mirror and wince.

Okay, so maybe you’re a little sweaty.

Fuck Steve Harrington.

The boy in question tosses your bike in the trunk as you hesitantly get in the car. He watches as you sit yourself down and laughs. “It’s a car, Henderson. It won’t bite.”

“Yeah, but you might.” You slap a hand over your mouth, embarrassed by the implications of your words.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you as he turns the car back on. “Careful there, last I checked you’re a taken lady.”

The embarrassment you previously felt is gone, now replaced with your usual annoyance when it comes to Steve. You think about what he did yesterday to Jonathan’s camera, the cruelty in his eyes as he watched the thing shatter onto the ground. He didn’t show any remorse, and while you understand that he had been defending his girlfriend, he had taken it too far.

“How many times do I have to tell you that Jonathan and I are just friends?”

“Please,” Steve huffs with amusement, “the two of you have been inseparable for years. Besides, no way a guy like Byers can just be friends with a girl like you. Not scientifically possible.”

You wrinkle your nose. “What’s ‘a girl like you’ supposed to mean?” Then another thought occurs to you, “Also, you didn’t even know my name until this week, so don’t go acting like you know my relationship with Jonathan.”

“Relax, Henderson. It was a compliment. All I meant is that you’re decently pretty, all things considered, so I wouldn’t blame Byers if he was in love with you. It’s human nature.”

“Okay, that’s just really sexist-”

“As for knowing your name only this week, you’re wrong.”

“I’m sorry?” You ask, confused.

Steve places a hand over his chest, almost as if he’s reaching for his heart. “Apology accepted, it means a lot to me.”

“Ugh,” you scoff at him. “That wasn’t an apology and you know it. Can you just take me to the Wheeler’s, please?”

“Woah, slow down there. First I need you to tell me why you thought I didn’t know your name, then I’ll take you to my girlfriend’s house. Free of charge.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that you see some offense in Steve’s eyes for thinking he only recently learned your name, but why would he care? Besides, you know he’s never paid any attention to you before this week.

“It was literally this week that I had to tell you my name after you almost hit me with your car, Harrington.”

“Okay, hey,” the boy holds a finger up. “Actually, you almost hit me with your bike because you were too busy hysterically sobbing.”

He’s right, but you won’t tell him that. Minor details, honestly. You’re about to tell him as much before you realize what he’s said. “Wait, you knew I had been crying?”

Steve gives you a well, duh look. “Yeah, that’s why I pretended not to know your name. Figured you wouldn’t want to talk about it and the least I could do was make you laugh. And viola, I did.”

He had willingly tried to make you laugh?

His words make you flush, which seems to only amuse him further as he chuckles at you. You wave your hand at him, now more annoyed than ever. “Okay, fine. Whatever, so you knew my name before this week, big whoop. Can you just drive now?”

“I’ll take that as an ‘I’m sorry Steve for assuming you’re an asshole who hadn’t noticed a girl you’ve known since you were thirteen’, then.” Steve takes the car out of park and begins to drive to the Wheeler’s which you’re relieved by.

You feel uncomfortably warm after that conversation, regardless of the fact that you’re still overheated from your biking. There’s no way that Steve has seriously known about you since you were twelve and he was thirteen. No, you decide that he must be lying, playing up his usual boyish charm. He’s been this untouchable entity ever since you moved to Hawkins, so why would he have paid any attention to you?

Then your mind floats to his compliment, calling you “decently pretty”, but then again not even five minutes earlier he stated that you sweat more than he does after basketball, so really his words should mean nothing.

And yet, after the week you’ve had and your fight with Jonathan and Will’s death and El’s mysterious powers…

Steve’s words make you a bit giddy, embarrassingly enough. You hate that they do, because he’s Steve Harrington and he’s with Nancy who is beautiful and kind and everything you’re not. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of you.

You pick at your nails as he drives, the car silent, and you accidentally graze against the cut on your finger from yesterday. It’s scabbed over by now, but the pain is still fresh.

“I know that what Jonathan did was wrong, I won’t excuse his actions. Standing up for Nancy was the right thing to do and I admire you for it, really,” Steve spares you a glance as he drives, nodding his head slightly to indicate that he’s listening. “But breaking Jonathan’s camera wasn’t.”

He groans. “Nancy said the same thing, but what’s the big deal? The creep shouldn’t have access to a camera if he can’t use it properly.”

The slight warmth that Steve had somehow put in your chest dissipates at his words. “Jonathan isn’t a creep, but regardless of the situation, the big deal is this: not everyone can afford a fancy BMW and Raybans. Not everyone in Hawkins lives in a giant mansion with a pool. He worked so hard to afford that camera, it’s not something that he can just buy again on a whim.”

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Henderson, you know I didn’t mean it like that-”

“I know, but it was still a shitty thing to do.”

The silence that settles in the car is a heavy one, and you almost feel bad for Steve. You know he hadn’t thought about the repercussions of his actions, but you suppose that the fact that he hadn’t considered the price of a camera was proof enough of his naivety.

When you get to the Wheeler’s, Steve gets out of the car to help you with your bike. He doesn’t let you do a thing, so you stand there and awkwardly watch. You can tell that he’s trying to make up for his actions from yesterday, which you appreciate.

“Thank you,” you say once he places the bike down.

“All in a day’s work.” Steve responds, wiping his hands off on his jeans.

As he turns to leave, you stop him. “And thank you for earlier this week, ya know, for making me laugh after falling off my bike. I, uh, appreciate it.”

He seems surprised by your sincerity, but he smiles. “Again: all in a day’s work. And listen, I’m sorry about Byers’ camera,” Then he quickly adds, as if afraid he won’t have the nerve to later, “I’m sorry about Will, too. I figure you were close with him and now he’s…”

His words trail off, not wanting to say the word “dead”, which you can’t blame him for.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a bad person.” Steve turns to face you now, your words catching his undivided attention. “You just have the worst taste in friends, but when you aren’t around them… I guess you’re alright.”

He laughs a bit, but there’s a certain emotion in his eyes that you can’t quite name; you have to stop yourself from leaning in closer to him. Suddenly the space between you feels too close and you take a step back, but as you move you feel Steve’s hand ruffle your hair. “I guess you’re ‘alright’ too, Henderson.”

You watch as he leaves, standing in the Wheeler’s driveway for longer than necessary. You place your hand on your head and find yourself smiling, the warmth of his touch still faintly there.

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kiwi-channn · 2 months

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falling petals

simon riley × fem reader (wife)

(part 2)

I was gonna make it a break up but I thought I could make it a bit more realistic so don't come at me :⁠-⁠)

Also I wanted to end it in this part but it was gonna be too long if I ended it here so maybe there will be just a part 3

Anyway hope you like this part (⁠^⁠^⁠)

(another little thing: I didn't mention any babies in part 1 but I thought I should give them a baby really to make it more reasoning for this part so reader and Simon have a little baby okay.. but it wasn't necessary before)

part 1 here

....….................................................

you were folding some of your clothes in the bedroom, it has been four days since that confession, and now y/n is just back here like nothing happened. Yes he has been sleeping on the couch in the living room but she is still back in their house, the house they built together. Every time her gaze falls on any corner in that house, memories rush to her mind, happy moments, sad moments, argument moments… it was home.. But now it feels foreign.. Not the same place she knows, not the same place she felt comfortable in, not the place she wanted to decorate most of the time, to make it look better. Now she just feels so empty like a shell thrown on the shore away from the sea water, the cruel waves kicked her out of the water she loved.

“All men are like this, just live for your kid” that sentence keeps repeating in her head, like a broken record, replaying again and again…

…….

On that confession night at 12:30 after midnight, she locked herself in the bedroom with her small baby, crying and crying until there were no more tears coming out of her eyes, but she still felt so damaged and broken, looking beside her at the roses he sent while on deployment without an occasion, now she understands why he sent them, he was guilty, that is all…

The red petals are dry, so dry, their fresh red color is fading, and they are slowly falling on the surface of the nightstand beside the bed…

Her little baby daughter is still crying.. Like she feels her mother's broken heart, crying for her sadness, y/n doesnt know how to calm down and stop her heart from bleeding nor how to calm her little girl down… it feels black not even blue… so she just kept crying with her .. Will this horrible night end?!... Is it all a horrible nightmare?...

(will i wake up now?)

After about half an hour of this bleak time, y/n decides to leave, she can’t take this anymore, she feels so disgusted at her unfaithful husband simon riley..

She gets up, her body feeling heavy, and first before anything feeding her crying baby girl to make her calm down and not cry anymore… and she gathers some of her stuff and holds her baby up in one arm and a small bag in the other hand, taking a deep breath before going out.. hoping that he isn't outside...

Slowly opening the bedroom's door, taking a peek outside to see where simon is, 'cause she doen't wanna see him… she thanks god that he isn't out there, and she doesn't care where he is really, she quickly takes some necessary stuff for the baby and wears her sneakers and leaves that dark house….

Takes a taxi to her mom’s house, she really needs her right now, she wants any kind of support, and her mother’s embrace is gonna be the best thing ever to gaher her broken pieces together….

….

“What happenned?” her mom says softly… “what did he do? Why are you back with your baby and you look horrible?”... “speak to me.. Iam getting more worried..” her mom was so concerned… she knew that something big happened making her daughter come to her this late at night..

Y/n sighs tiryingly, thinking if she should tell her mom about the whole thing…

“Nothing, I just don't wanna see his face ever again..” says so quietly with a tired heart..

“What?... you dont wanna see simon?!... are you for real?..” her mom can't believe her ears… her daughter was always so in love with him.. She is sure that something big happened .. She looks carefully at her dead looking daughter y/n… she sees her puffy red eyes from crying, her pale face…

“He is seeing someone?..” her mom said so calmly like she wasn't even asking, it is a statement…

She can't believe that her mom guessed it so quickly.. She looks at her… confused “how did you know?” .. “did he look so unloyal? Was I so stupid?.. Mom” she couldnt help but shed a few tears.. Her mother felt so sad for seeing her collapsing like this… hugging her tightly..

“I can't, i dont wanna live anymore in this world, i wish i was never even born… i did everything i can, i tried to be good at everything… where did i go wrong?..”

“It is not your fault and you know it… you did nothing wrong, you are the best, you are my daughter..”

“Then why?... why did he do that?... i feel so mad, i don't wanna see his face, i hate him… i don't wanna look at his face again… he fooled me… i was so dumb..” sobbing more..

“Calm down my dear.. Just cry it out… vent it all out.. Lighten your heart… I'm here..”

(i dont remember for how long i cried, i just cried and cried like a baby in my mom's arms… i didnt feel anything after that nor even remember what happened exactly after that……)

………..

She finished folding the clothes … then she got up and went to the kitchen to drink some water and refresh herself… she doen't know what to do anymore… but she can't ignore what her mom said a few days ago..

.........

“Mom!.. What are you saying?.. Should I just stay with him like nothing happened?... do you-”

“I know… i know it's hard and you feel so mad and disgusted… but… let's be realistic okay?..”

“Realistic!... oh so i should just ignore what happened and stick with him like he didn't do anything…”

“y/n..”

“Like he didn't see someone else.. Like he did touch someone else while I was here alone, taking care of my child alone… he was just doing that thing!... that. he touched someone else.. He .. he just loved someone else….”

“Calm down… i know what iam saying is frustrating , but i dont want you to be like me… i dont your child to not have his parents together… think about your kid… remember how you felt when your father left…”

“I remember how I felt.. But you know how it feels to be betrayed… how come you are telling me to not get a divorce!.. I dont understand you.. Mom.. I imagine how he was with her.. Was I nothing?... he just kissed her, said the same things to her.. ” tears welling up in her eyes… she feels like a broken faucet… tears driping all the time…

“Iam telling you to not do it, because i know how it feels… but every time i felt i needed someone with me to take care of you and your sister.. I wished to not be alone at that time…” her mom said..

“But..”

“It is your decision but i think you should give him a chance… give another chance to that home you built… don't just let it all down… for some other woman... Don't let her take your place".... "and at the end of the day it's your choice…”

……..

The front door opening woke her up to the present… she saw simon coming in through the door, she felt like throwing up the moment she looked at his face, and she looked back at the kettle …

He felt awkward, she used to welcome him every time he came back no matter where he went, even if it was down the street… but it feels strange now, the mood is so gloomy… like he is a guest coming for a short visit and should leave… he wants to make it better.. To solve this…

“Hey..” he says gently.. Looking at her back… he wants to get closer.. To feel her .. "I went to the store to buy some diapers for lily"

She didnt answer him.. Not even looking his way.. Like he was nothing..

He sighed and approached her a bit.. He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, he doen't dare to get closer.. To enter her space… she has already closed the door of that unseen space…

“Can you at least answer me.. y/n” his voice was tired.. He couldn’t sleep for the last few days… feeling so grossed at himself.. He doesn't understand what he did himself…

She still doesnt answer.

“At least get mad… dont just be silent..”

“What do you want me to say?...” .. “I told you I'm only here for my child… I'm not here to fix anything..” she snaps at him… her voice raising a bit.. but her tone is still firm...

“I know that… but since I picked you up from your mom's house, you didnt say anything… and why not fix it… i will-” he is so desperate..

“I don't want anything from you… i don't even wanna see your face…” y/n says angrily…not caring about hurting his feelings like before.. she actually wanna hurt him… she wanna make him feel more horrible.. more desperate..

“I'm sorry..” he just aplogized quietly.. Making her more mad…

“I don't wanna hear it… it won't change anything…”

“Maybe if you talked.. Let it out on me….” he begs her.. he doesn't mind if she even threw anything at him.. he knows that what he did will never be forgiven especially from her.. but he still hopes a bit...

“I said stop talking to me…”

“y/n… I'm not gonna stop, I will try until you talk…” it's like he is provoking her more...

“You want me to talk!... fine.. I hate you and i feel so disgusted every time i see your face… i wish that i take all the years i wasted on you back… i wish i didn't marry you… i wish i didn't have a kid with you… i really will never ever forgive you…. I ..” she snapped again… letting lots of things out of her heart…

Simon didn't say anything back, he just listened to her.. He knows he made a huge mistake but will do anything to fix this…

And she continues “I gave you everything… all of me.. I tried and tried… I learned how to cook to make a warm meal for you and make you feel at home… I ignored how cold you get sometimes… ignored how lonely and tired i was .. all alone most of the time.. But I stayed loyal… I took care of my kid all alone… I worked hard to make this relationship work… i put my trust in you, told you all my fears ,and even though i told you i don't trust men because of my dad and you just… you..”

“I'm sorry..” he said with a so quiet tone, like he was scared to mess it up more… he doesn't know what to say... Just feeling more ashamed..

“I don't wanna hear your apology…” said quietly as she wiped her tears... she didn't want to cry in front of him...

he tried getting closer to her.. he wanted to hold her close... he really hoped she would forgive him... he really wanted them to go back to how it was.. to how warm she was.. to how happy she was... not like this...

she felt his arms around her... making her feel more broken... but it all fell down already, she can't just accept his hug like before...

he expected it when she pushed his arms away from her... walking out of the kitchen with one last sentence... "Don't get close to me.."

....

with this chaotic encounter, she goes to the bedroom and smacks the door behind her, locking it... she hates it so much... hates seeing his face.. hates his voice.. how did that woman look like.. how could he touch someone else.. this is driving her crazy... and what is driving her crazy more is how she can't cut it all and end it for good... what should she really do?... should she just let go and walk away from him?... or stay and give this a chance?... she does need help.. and needs time too... her emotions and feelings are all over the place...

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Sleepless Nights

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 1,853

Warnings - lack of sleep, mostly fluff and comfort

Summary - after a number of sleepless nights, your dad provides you with the comfort you'd been needing in order to sleep

A/N - hey y'all it's new fic time! And of course, it be a new part of Hangman junior. This was an anon request and honestly, the ideas y'all are coming up with are amazing and are making me so happy! Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

When you learnt that Bradley would be moving into your house you were overjoyed. You were happy that your dad and Bradley were able to take that next step in their relationship. But when the sleepless nights made a horrible return, you realised you couldn’t seek refuge in your dad's arms anymore now that Bradley was filling the empty space.

At first, it was manageable. You’d manage to doze off enough to be somewhat alert during the day. But then it gradually got to the point where you couldn’t sleep at all and no amount of calming podcasts, lavender oil or chamomile tea could help. You tried every technique in the book but none seemed to work. So most nights you found yourself moving to the living room with a glass of water or tea while finishing any homework you needed to do in order to keep your mind off how tired you were.

Unbeknownst to you, your dad had picked up on your odd behaviour. He’d asked you a few times whether you were feeling okay but you simply brushed him off with a smile, assuring him that you were fine and he had nothing to worry about. He wanted to do some digging to see if he could find out what was going on but Bradley told him not to.

“y/n trusts you. She really does. She’ll come to you when she’s ready.” He had mumbled reassuringly as he rolled over in bed, slinging his arm over Jake’s waist, and burying his face in his pillow. Jake was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he pondered his ideas on getting you to tell him what was going on.

“I know. I’m just worried is all.” Jake replied, looking over and smiling softly at Bradley who returns with a lopsided grin of his own.

“Just give her a little time.” Bradley says, his eyes slipping shut as Jake’s hand finds its way into his hair, humming softly at the familiar feeling of Jake’s hand slipping through his hair. Bradley would never admit it to anyone outside of the four walls of his house but he loved when Jake ran a hand through his hair. It helped him find sleep so much easier. Not long into Jake messing with Bradley’s hair, Bradley fell asleep. Jake observed him sleeping for a moment. Admiring how his parted lips released small puffs of air with each exhale. How relaxed his features were as he slept. Jake then tried to find sleep but it didn’t care to appear before him on this night so he was left to his thoughts only being pulled out of them when he heard a set of footsteps pass his room and make their way downstairs. Jake immediately knew it was you. After all, there was no one in the house other than you, him and Bradley. And since he was in his room with Bradley’s arm over his torso, it was a safe bet to assume it was you. After waiting fifteen minutes to see if you were just grabbing a drink and not hearing you return, Jake decided to get up and check up on you. As Jake went to get up, Bradley’s arm tightens around Jake’s body, pulling him back to the bed. Jake attempted to lift Bradley’s arm to wiggle out from underneath him but Bradley still held on, grumbling in his sleep at Jake trying to leave.

“Bradley, I need to go to the bathroom.” Jake whispers, hoping his words get through to Bradley’s unconscious mind to get him to loosen his grip. He loved Bradley, he really did. But when Bradley cuddled him, he turned into a koala and wouldn’t let go for anything. Thankfully, Jake’s whispered words got through to Bradley and his grip was loosened enough for Jake to wiggle out from underneath him. When Jake had successfully freed himself, he tucked the duvet back around Bradley and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before heading downstairs in search of you. When Jake reaches the bottom of the stairs, he looks into the living room and sees you on the sofa, legs tucked underneath you with a blanket thrown over your lap. You had a cup of tea on the coffee table and were scrolling through your phone in the dim light of the lamp.

“You okay?” The gentle voice of your dad had your head shooting up as you saw him leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded as he smiles softly.

“Fine. I came down a minute ago. I’ll go up soon.” You say with a smile, hoping that your dad had only just stirred and wasn’t aware you’d been down here for nearly twenty minutes.

“You’ve been down here for almost twenty minutes. What’s going on?” Jake asks, unfolding his arms and pushing away from the doorframe so he can cross to you, sitting down next to you. Looking over at your dad and seeing the worry on his face you knew you couldn’t hide it from him anymore.

“I’m just struggling to sleep a little. I’ll be okay soon enough.” You say, shrugging to try and convince your dad it’s not as bad as he might be thinking.

“How long’s this been going on for?” Jake asks quietly, watching you carefully. He sees the internal battle in your eyes about telling him the truth or lying. Eventually, you realise that you’re not going to win the battle before it starts.

“Almost a week I’ve been not sleeping. A few days before that I could kinda sleep but not well enough.” You admit quietly, glancing down at the blanket as you run a finger across the soft material.

“Oh, my sweet girl. You could’ve told me.” Jake says, carefully reaching out to pull you into his arms as you immediately reciprocate the hug.

“Did you try the techniques I taught you?” Jake then asks, shifting so he could look down at you. He knew you had trouble sleeping when you were little and he taught you a variety of techniques to help you to sleep as well as keeping you stocked up with lavender oil for your diffuser.

“None of them worked.” You say, curling further into your dad’s embrace, relishing the comfort his hold could provide you with.

“Do you remember when I was little and I used to sleep with you because it was the only way I could get to sleep?” You ask, not moving to look up at your dad.

“Yeah, of course. You kept sneaking in without me knowing.” He chuckled quietly, remembering how some nights he’d stir in the middle of the night to find you curled up in his bed.

“Sometimes I miss that. It really helped me sleep back then. But I can’t do it anymore because Bradley’s there. Not that I’m upset Bradley moved in. I’m so happy he lives here permanently.” You say, quickly elaborating at the end so your dad doesn’t think you’re upset about Bradley moving in. Jake softened at your words and tightened his hold on you slightly. After a minute or so of silence, Jake suddenly got up and gestured for you to follow him.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” He says softly, watching as you get to your feet, throwing the blanket over the back of the sofa before picking up your cup of now cold tea and downing the remainder before taking the cup into the kitchen and putting it into the dishwasher. When you emerge from the kitchen, you find that your dad has disappeared upstairs already. You were tempted to stay downstairs but you knew that Jake would stay awake until he knew you were upstairs in bed. You begrudgingly head up the stairs after turning the lamp off and when you enter your room you were confused to find Jake already in there, making sure your diffuser was topped up with lavender oil in the soft light of your bedside lamp.

“Dad, you don’t need to do that.” You say, closing the door behind you as you enter.

“I do.” Jake replies simply, turning the diffuser on after making sure there was enough lavender oil. After completing his task, Jake turns to face you before flopping backwards on your bed and shuffling over to make space for you.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“You just told me how you missed this. And who am I to deny my daughter the help she needs to sleep?” Jake says, patting the space beside him on the mattress and waiting for you to join him. You rolled your eyes lightly but still moved to lie beside your dad, tugging the duvet over yourself as Jake wrapped an arm around you and tugged you into his side. You immediately snuggled into your dad's side, curling up and burying yourself as far as you could into his side.

“You comfy there, kiddo?” Jake asks with a grin, watching as you nod your eyes slowly closing when Jake begins to run a hand up and down your back. Within seconds, your breaths evened out and you slipped into a well-deserved sleep. Jake continued to run his hand up and down your back, wanting to ensure you’d be in a deep enough sleep to make it through the night when he stopped the action. Slowly, his eyes began to close too and he fell asleep with his daughter tight in his safe and comforting embrace.

The next morning, Bradley slowly awoke, reaching across the mattress in search of Jake’s warmth but couldn’t locate it. He slowly blinked his eyes open and frowned upon seeing the bed empty. He knew Jake was an early riser, even on weekends but usually Jake would remain in place if it were the weekend, waiting for Bradley to wake up. Bradley grabbed a hoodie and got himself out of bed, heading downstairs where he was expecting to find Jake pouring two cups of coffee while breakfast was cooking. To his confusion, Jake was still nowhere to be found. Bradley couldn’t find a note, nor did he see a text on his phone about Jake going out anywhere so he searched the house. When he still couldn’t find Jake, he found himself outside your room and figured if Jake wasn’t in here, you might know where he was. Bradley knocked gently on the door, opening it a crack when he didn’t get a response and when he stuck his head in he saw a sight that melted his heart.

He saw you curled up in Jake’s arms, your head on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath he took. Jake had an arm wrapped securely around you and he would occasionally squeeze you slightly. Bradley watched the two of you sleep for but a moment before carefully closing the door and heading downstairs to make breakfast himself. As he went down the stairs, he had one thought swimming through his mind.

He couldn’t wait to marry Jake one day.

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Thanks for answering my ask! You just made me realize how interesting Halsey. I mean I always knew she was a complex character but I haven’t really read the founding halo books since middle school(?). Anyway you have now have me utterly fascinated with her and know I must consume all content relating to her (that’s written by nyland). Sooo thanks for that! Also the scene spartan ops where she learns John’s alive is the scene that has stuck with me the longest from that mode, that followed by the prison break or the warthog run mission.

You're welcome! God, she breaks my heart now. (This ask answer just turned into a fresh outpouring of Halsey thoughts/feelings and I hope they are interesting.)

Halsey is one of the characters that I sat down and was like I need to understand what their deal is when I started really getting back into Halo. It's really easy to just hate her because, you know, she's the architect of horrible things happening to children. But especially once I started understanding the food chain of exploitation that goes on within ONI it was like oh my god. Then going back through the diary and being like wait, how old was she when the Carver findings were being discussed? How old was she when ONI started to court her?

You realize that Halsey was also so young, and they groomed her and manipulated her and preyed on her and built her in the image they found most useful. And by the time she wanted out, she was too far in and they basically held those kids hostage by threatening to hand the reins over to someone who wouldn't have cared about whether they suffered more than "necessary."

Halsey was their useful monster and had to figure out how to keep living with herself, justifying the monstrosity, and just throwing herself headlong into her work. I'm still struck by how the diary shows her feelings about Keyes, it's not in-your-face but augh. Catherine Halsey, terrifying science witch of ONI, cold and ambitious and condescending, and Jacob Keyes was a gentleman to her and trustworthy with secrets.

On a related note: Something I've thought about a lot with Halsey is that, on its face, her having Miranda does not make sense. ...But then if you turn it in your mind, suddenly it does. Halsey is a doctor in the deep space future, if she did not want to have a child she would not have a child. What did she want by that? It was obviously not to tie Keyes to her, they never married and only occasionally saw one another (even though it's obvious how much they mattered to one another.)

Rampant speculation: I don't have a canon answer to that question, but the timing (during Spartan-II) maybe speaks to Halsey wanting to prove something to herself about her own humanity vs monstrousness. Maybe, if she could raise a child well, it would prove that what she did to those other children was not the whole of her.

And in the end, her work for ONI devoured her and she did fail Miranda. She tried for six years, and in the end she sent Miranda to live with her father because she knew she was not a good mother to that child. Halsey missed Miranda and even though her daughter took after Keyes so much more than her, even though Miranda wanted nothing to do with her, we know that Halsey used what influence she had in the UNSC to try to protect Miranda from a dangerous frontline posting that could kill her.

Even though the whole My-Spartans-are-the-next-step-of-humanity thing is bullshit to me, there are some things about her late-canon characterization that do make sense to me.

Imagine how bitter it must feel, how alone she is. Halsey believed, truly believed, she was sacrificing herself to protect other people. Halsey believed that great ability came with the responsibility to spend herself for what she thought was a good cause. So she did, and now here she is: alone and hated, with nothing to show for it but regret and isolation and death while she has outlived almost everyone she ever cared for.

#asks #catherine halsey

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zomb1e-boy · 1 year

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Hell n Back

Joel Miller xTransMasc! Reader

Part l

Fluff, soft Joel, suggestive themes, first kiss, hard time expressing emotions, Ellie being Ellie

(Request from @devotedlyburningtree )

The woods air was thin and musky. You were on patrol with the town loner Joel Miller aka Tommy’s older and ….hotter brother. He was stern, hotheaded, and professional. Things that come very useful in this world of death and despair, but you gotta find things to fight for. He had his purpose a snarky girl named Ellie. Speaking off she was with us on this mission. It’s a very simple motion find any supplies especially medical supplies. The trees were swaying in the whistling wind. It was truly beautiful out in nature.“I gotta piss can we stop somewhere that has a bathroom” Ellie piped up, this was the first real questions she’s asked despite the horrible joke book riddles. “We should be comin’ up to a gas station in a few minutes” you state showing the younger hazel eyed girl the map. “Fuck yea, hopefully they have some snacks too I’m so sick of spaghettio’s” she says. You chuckle at her statement and look at Joel. He had a smile on his face.

It was nice to see, but the man barely ever looks at you. You wonder if he hates your or somethin but you’ve never done nothin to make him upset. This is like your 5th mission together, you never asked to be paired with him Tommy was the one that paired up teams to go out. Ellie was never meant to come but she’s stubborn like her..dad? You’re not sure what relationship they have, but it’s father and daughter like non the less. The gas station is in view and you have a bright idea. “Ellie I bet I can beat you to the gas station.” You look at her raising your eyebrow playfully. “In your dreams old man” she says as she starts sprinting towards the gas station. “I ain’t that old I’m like 30 or something.” You say while running past her. You run into the gas station doors and get bombarded by an infected. A runner to be exact. You cry for Joel as it makes you fall on the grimy floor. It instantly pounces on top of you its face growing little fungus sprouts out of the side. You use one arm to block it from your face and the other hand to grab a knife. You grab your trusty hunter knife and shove it into its neck. Throwing off the corpse you get up to see Joel struggling with a clicker. You run up behind it and kill it too. You were so busy with your right you didn’t even notice the other ones in the store. Luckily that was the last one.

“Jesus fuck I’m so sorry Ellie I just thought it would be fun” you say looking at her with extreme guilt, the feeling you could’ve gotten her or Joel hurt pains you like no other. “We made it through it’s okay, no bites” she says trying to lighten the mood. You look at Joel and he looks at you for a minute before turning his head away quickly. He seemed upset but you didn’t want to push it. “I’m gonna go piss” and with that Ellie was gone it was just you and Joel. You go over to put your hand on his shoulder and he tenses. “Hey Joel I’m sorry again I just thought I’d be fun” you look at him in his hazel eyes darker than normal. “I-it’s okay” he says sternly as he walks away from your grasp. You look down at the ground but then you see him limping. “Hey you feelin okay?” You say shakily hoping it’s not what you think it is. “Yea.” that’s all he says. “No sit down.” You state your voice more firm than normal. For once he doesn’t back talk or say anything he just listens to your command. You pull up his pant leg bracing yourself only to see a gnarly cut. “God damn old man didn’t want you to hurt yourself.” you joke trying to lighten to mood. He laughs softly and face goes flush.

You grab your backpack and take your med kit out. “I’m gonna get you cleaned up alright? And don’t say no cause I’m gonna anyway.” you look at him directly in his eyes and he looks sheepish. It’s funny seeing a man like him listen to a younger man like you. You carried the good part of his leg softly while you prep the alcohol pad. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, you know this, look at me okay just focus on me.” You out the pad on his wound and he grunts and closes his eyes. You grab his hand and squeeze it making him open his eyes wide. “Eyes on me.” You state again as you rub it gently on it. He grunts and winces but does as he’s told. You couldn’t tell if his face was red cause of the pain or cause… no there’s no way it’s cause of you. He is straight…right? After the worst part is done you take your hand away from his and, he has a small frown. You start wrapping it around his leg and he still has his puppy dog eyes on you. “You gotta stop looking at me like that Miller first you never look at me now you’re glued to me” you joke hitting his knee playfully. “I’m just doin what I was told.” He says as the corner of his mouth turning into a smirk. Once you’re done wrapping his leg you give it a gentle pat and put the pant leg down.

“Hey guys I’ve been exploring and there is a house that’s clear near but I’m gonna go chill in there. Catch up whenever lovebirds” she says as she struts away. Joel’s face goes completely red. “She uh she’s got a mouth on her sorry.” He says as if it’s something you didn’t know. “Joel she’s always like that, I think she said that course you’re as red as a tomato.” Joel looks at you with fear in his eyes he’s stuttering trying to find words but nothing comes out. You grab his chin gently and make his wondering eyes look at you again. “Joel do you have something you wanna tell me?” you say gently trying not to startle him.

He looks like his hearts stopped and he’s just staring at you and your lips before he kisses you. It’s sloppy and clumsy but it’s perfect. Both of your hands grab his jaw and pull his face closer. Before anything gets more heated you pull away. “I asked you to use your words, Joel.” He looks sheepish again but clears his throat and speaks. “I never thought I took a liking to men too much, but being with you on these missions…you’re so great with Ellie, you’re funny, and can take care of yourself..I couldn’t just not uh have some sort of feeling for you.” He’s still flushed but more calm you take his hand and rub your thumb across his fingers. “I’m not great at this stuff but I really do like ya..and I’d want to take you out if you’d like.” He looks you in your eyes and he’s more comfortable now.

“Joel, I thought you hated me you never looked at me but this makes sense. I can’t deny you are quite handsome and you’re strong, independent, and a loving asshole. What more would a guy want.”you say looking at him adoringly. He rubs his neck and blushes as he looks down. you grab his chin and kiss him again. The kiss is more take this time. He leans into you more as you stand up guiding him to his feet. His muddy boots shuffling against yours and you back him into the wall. Your hands roam his soft body as you kiss down his neck. Sucking on a part right behind his ear as he groans. You nudge your leg between his as he rubs up against it. His hair falling into his face and his eyebrows furrowed. This man looked like a god. As he’s whining and whimpering as he grinds himself on your leg you hear a noice and both instantly pull apart.

“What the fuck is…” Ellie looks at both of you and your state and turns around. “My bad gouging out my eyes now” she says walking fast out of the gas station again. You look at Joel and his scared expression and start bursting out laughing. The look on the oldest man face is absolutely priceless. “Why are you laughing that is not funny.” He says looking at your seriously arms crossed and everything. He was lookin zesty as hell. His demeanor made you laugh even harder to the point you had to catch your breath. “You lean on him for support as he can’t help but smile at your silliness. “She’ll be fine.. but I feel like we should continue this in a safer place, yea?” You look at him quirking your head. He eagerly nods making you chuckle as you drag him by his hand to the house. Looking back at him you see a smile you can’t believe you have him. You cracked the old man into a softy and you couldn’t be more happy.

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Something Blue (Part 1) // Sterek

Derek is getting married and Stiles, as his best man, decides to bring in an old bridal tradition.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of built-up feelings that don't come out in the best of ways.

W/C: 2,487 (total)

A/N: I had to split it into two parts because I was over the tumble world limit apparently??? I didn't even know tumblr HAD a word limit lmao. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this first part :)

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"Okay, Scott? How much time do we have?" Stiles asked, nervously pacing around the room. "Thirty minutes." "Oh my god, we're never gonna make it. Where is he? Where is Derek?" "He's going to be here, don't worry. We got plenty of time." Scott tried calming his best friend down. "It's his wedding, for God's sake! How can someone be late for their own wedding!" Stiles exclaimed, anxiety reeking off of him and invading the room. "Malia just texted me, Braeden is almost ready. I'm gonna go check on the catering and guests, maybe someone knows where he is. You need to calm down Stiles, we're gonna be fine." "I need to tell him, Scott.", Stiles said, eyes sad and shoulders slumped. "And you will. I got you." Scott smiled, putting both hands on his friends's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I swear to God if Derek doesn't bring his werewolf ass in here right now-" "Threatening me on my wedding day? I really should have asked Scott to be my best man.". A tall, bulky figure walked into the room, pearly whites flashing as the words left his mouth. "You piece of shit!" Stiles said before taking big strides towards the groom and adjusting his tie. "Relax Stiles, everything is going according to plan. Scott, did Stiles not take his Adderall today?" Derek joked, looking over at the young alpha. Stiles huffed, then stumbled towards his backpack. Ignoring the two wolves making fun of him, he took out some things from his bag and placed them on the room's glass coffee table. "Okay. You, big bad wolf, c'mere." Derek, cocking a brow, approached the small table in the middle of the room. He observed the objects in front of him as he sat on the small sofa. "Stiles? What is this? I refuse to do any sort of voodoo ritual." Scott, standing behind Derek, looked at his best friend with a puzzled expression on his face. "I thought this was only for brides." "Well," Stiles said, "this is no ordinary wedding, so I don't see why only ordinary traditions should apply."

"Can somebody please explain to me what the hell I'm looking at, and what is this supposed to be?" Derek asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.", Stiles announced proudly as Scott rolled his eyes. Derek furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh my God," Stiles's jaw dropped. "You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?" "I have no idea what this is." the werewolf replied, confusion still plastered on his face. Before Stiles could say anything even remotely sarcastic, Scott said: "Guys, we've got twenty minutes. Stiles, make it fast." "Alright alright." the amber-eyed replied. He took a deep breath, unsuccessfully trying to calm his nerves. "As your best man,-" he started. "The worst decision of my life by the way, don't know what I was thinking." Derek interrupted him, chuckling. Stiles glared at him. "I was saying…" he continued, stressing the final word while shooting one last annoyed look at the giggly man opposite to him. "As your best man, it is my duty to make sure you enter this new chapter of your life in the best way possible, carrying bits and pieces of your life before that horrible mistake when you decided to marry Terminator's daughter." "You know her name is Braeden. And, come on, be nice to her -- she saved all of our lives. I still don't understand why you hate her so much." "It's not her that I hate…" Stiles mumbled. For a split second, Derek saw a glint in his best man's eyes. It was pure sadness, but it lasted for so little he questioned whether he'd imagined it. "Anyway, I took the liberty of borrowing a bridal tradition. In front of you you have three objects," Stiles said, before picking up the first one. "Wait, weren't they supposed to be four?" Derek questioned. "We'll get to that in a minute. Now, the first one; something old." "The triskelion?" "Yeah. This part is about having a relic, something that will always remind you about your roots. The sentimental value this thing holds is insane." Derek raised an eyebrow. "Think about it. Your mom used it to help you and your sisters learn how to control your powers. It's been in your family for years, Kate tried to steal it… you even have it tattoed on your back!" Stiles explained. "I also used it with Liam." Derek pointed out. "Yeah, but that was a total disaster." Derek looked at him, lips tight in a thin line, the eyebrow still cocked. "What? It's not my fault your whole "We can all rise and fall to another" speech didn't work." "Alright, alright. Stiles? Move on." Scott intervened, time slowly running out. He nodded, giving Derek the triskelion, who put it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo. "Object number two, something new.", Stiles said. Derek held it for a few moments, before shooting his head up and asking: "What the hell am I supposed to do with a roll of duct tape?", annoyance oozing from his voice. "Trust the process. The "something new" is an object that will help you in your new life."

Skeptic, Derek let his best man keep talking. "And now something borrowed. Courtesy of Jackson." "I don't need a bow tie, I'm already wearing a tie." "See," Stiles said, making his way to the groom, "This sentence is exactly why you need the bow tie." Kneeling before him, he undid Derek's tie and started tying the navy blue satin bow tie Jackson had lent for the occasion. Derek hardly ever wore suits, and even more rarely tuxedoes. He liked casual and comfy clothes and had no interest in the world of elegance. However, when the engagement had been announced and his closet opened, the only suit Stiles had been able to find was dusty, crumpled, and sprinkled with holes made by some very hungry moths. So he had forced the alpha to the best suit shop in Beacon Hills, where Derek had gotten a tailor-made navy blue tuxedo with black satin flaps that had been hunting Stiles in his dreams ever since the first time he had seen it on the werewolf. But Derek had drawn the line at that, refusing to spend one more dollar on his appearance, claiming that he wasn't getting married to the crowd but to Braeden. "She loves me for me. I don't give a shit about what the guests are gonna think." "You really thought I was going to let you stand there, butchering all degrees of style?" Stiles asked cockily, straightening the perfect bow he had tied. "Oh come on, you're being dramatic." Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles scoffed. "First of all, you were wearing a TIE. With a TUXEDO. Ties are worn with suits, bow ties are for tuxedoes." Derek's eyes widened slightly, surprised at the reaction. "Okay fashion police, my bad." "And let's not even mention the state of the tie you were wearing… Terrible!" "Okay- Stiles? It's okay. We get it. Move on.", Scott said, worry in his eyes. "No you don't!" Stiles almost shouted, suddenly misty-eyed.

To be continued...

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek #angst #bestman #wedding #braeden #scott mccall #teen wolf fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #masterlist

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This is just me noting two comparisons with Salem and Summer that would make their next meeting interesting.

Salem lost her daughters, partially her fault

Summer adopted Yang but was horrible at explaining the whole adoption but to her - compare to Salem emotionally adopting Cinder and also being horrible at explaining it to the adopted daughter. Just, Yang didn't have any reason to not see Summer as her mother.

No wonder Salem in a Summer as General scenario would understand that Yang and Ruby being kept alive was a priority.

to be fair, yang was five when summer left and (despite body of evidence suggesting it’s best to be open about adoption from day one) it’s a really quite common assumption that it’s better for the child to wait until they’re old enough to understand, plus the situation with raven leaving seems to have been very messy and not something summer or tai handled well. so less that summer fucked up explaining adoption than that she and tai may have been planning to sit her down and explain in a couple years (with maybe a bit of “hoping raven would come back” in the mix, because: messy), and then that… got derailed by summer going missing.

(it seems to be a pretty widespread assumption that summer and tai fully intended to keep raven a secret from yang forever, which… seems like a bit of a leap to me. yes, the inner circle is in the habit of keeping secrets—when those secrets pertain to salem. when yang makes the jab “so now we can talk about her?” tai answers that well, yang’s an adult now, implying that the reason he refused before had to do with yang being too young/too immature in his estimation. that would track with a plan to tell yang at some threshold of “old enough to understand” and tai kicking the can down the road after summer’s presumed death broke him. anyway,)

yeah. the framing in 6.4 makes it pretty unambiguous that salem blames herself—tbh i am not even convinced it’s “partially,” because it stands out to me that her songs rage on behalf of the people ozma deceives and manipulates now but don’t express even a vague shred of condemnation for killing the daughters, i think she fully blames herself and only herself for their deaths. (if they died that night.) (as always i have to side-eye their Disappearance from the scene the moment the fight began; ozma Does Not Know what happened to them. though granted i think the most likely case is they died and salem saw it happen, hence her self-blame.)

bare minimum, she knows how it feels as a mother to lose your children and to feel their blood on your hands—ergo she knows it would shatter summer’s loyalty to her if salem did not make a serious effort to avoid killing them. if she, on top of that, cares about summer to any degree the pragmatic reasoning is secondary to not wanting to inflict that pain on summer. given how salem is about cinder, her consistent choice to prioritize “leave ruby alive” over eliminating a threat to cinder’s safety suggests to me that either she does care for summer enough for that feeling to be in conflict with her care for cinder, or summer is a load-bearing pillar in her plans that cannot be removed, or both.

it’s probably both

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May I ask for #4 for angst ("don't lie to me"). I love your drabbles so much!

So this is a very broad interpretation of “lie,” BUT I want to turn this first drabble into a series covering the Bricker situation.

I’m still fairly undecided about Cora’s emotions in all this. I do think upon rewatches that she did eventually feel guilty over the whole thing. Even when they make up, when Cora comes into his dressing room, she says something along the lines of leading someone on. I think she knew she was flirting; but I do think she was doing it out of loneliness and, frankly, boredom! Give the lady something to think about!

With all of this said, I’m not married to this interpretation of her motives and emotions regarding this scene. But I hope you can enjoy it anyway! Thank you so much for the request!

*some lines taken directly from S5E5. You’ll recognize them, though they are not italicized. Credit where it’s due (JFellz).*

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She could feel Baxter’s fingers section off her hair into threes, weaving the sections easily into a braid, and Cora relaxed her shoulders.

It was late, and the day had been long after a rather sleepless night before. But she felt satisfied. True, she didn’t feel happy, at least not quite, but this feeling was nearer to it than she had been eighteen hours before. Satisfied.

Being busy had distracted her from her self-pitying and irritation at her husband. And it felt nice to have been busy in a way she hadn’t been in years. It was not the smiling, polite sort of busy that charity meetings and house parties called for. It was not the sort of busy that challenged only the already most-exercised portions of her mind: social events and who had been invited, a running list of various lords, ladies, sons, and daughters, a multitude of ways to discuss the weather so that it never seemed too dull. Instead this busy felt like a jaunt to somewhere new, yet familiar.

It felt … fun.

Someone was at Downton who enjoyed talking to her. Actually talking. Someone was at Downton who sought her out, and her alone. She had so few friends outside of Robert’s circle, and she hadn’t minded before; she hardly minded now. But to have her own friend to talk with, to think things with? It was different than before and she enjoyed it. True, she had to wade through the mires of flirtation and charm to find the meat of a subject; and true, twice today she had to remind Mr Bricker about the task at hand—the della Francesca—for it had to be finished eventually. And they weren’t certain when he’d be able to return. But it had been a good day, especially after a disappointing night.

She felt as Baxter’s fingers began to tie the tiny bow at the end of her braid, and Cora looked up and into the mirror. The light from the lamp caught at the curve of her cheekbone, her hair, her eyes, and for one fleeting, vain moment, Cora saw a glimpse of the girl she’d once been. The pretty girl she’d once been.

Perhaps still was?

Mr Bricker made her think so. Oh, she knew it was stupid and selfish, but truthfully she had rather enjoyed the flirting. She’d only admit that in this one moment, and even then it was only just a little. But it really was only a bit of harmless, coquettish charm. And, she reasoned, if it was the trade-off for having conversations that didn’t bore her endlessly, then it was fine. It wouldn’t last forever; eventually the man would run out of details to go over, and she was going to appreciate the conversations while they lasted.

And Robert could just come to terms with that.

Robert. Oh, his jealous fits irritated her. His own specific type of egotism irritated her. And what was more, her missing him now irritated her. For she did.

Baxter tugged gently at her hair, and Cora watched her own reflection as her maid finished. Hmm. Baxter had confessed something horrible to her, but Cora found that if she were asked to do the same —to tell Baxter of the conceited and immodest thoughts she just turned over in her mind— she wasn’t sure she could. It was wrong.

“Will that be all, my lady?”

Cora nodded. “Yes,” she said, noting Baxter’s quiet voice. “Thank you.”

She stood from her chair as Baxter carefully gathered her dinner gown from the bed where it lay. Cora snuck another look at her; her eyes had a far-away look. Preoccupied, Cora thought, and sighed. She understood all too well.

“And it may be best to wake me earlier than usual,” Cora reminded her gently. She opened her bedside drawer and retrieved her small watch case. “With Mr Bricker here and His Lordship due back around ten, I’d like to have a bit of a head start.”

“Of course. Perhaps I can bring your tray at seven?”

“Yes. Seven.” Cora smiled at her. “Good night, Baxter.”

Baxter smiled briefly back at her, and Cora turned and sat against her bed as the door closed behind her. She found the little key at the back of the watch and turned it, winding the music charm that would wake her. And then, she carefully wound the top wheel of the little clock, watching as the tiny gold alarm hand rotated around the small upper dial of the watch face until it reached almost seven. When she had nearly finished, she heard her door open again.

“Have you forgotten something?” she asked Baxter behind her; but to her surprise, it was not Baxter who answered.

“It's not your maid.”

Cora stopped breathing.

She looked behind her, turning and standing, and confirmed who her mind told her it was.

Oh, no.

“I waited ‘til she'd gone.”

No.

“You must leave,” she felt herself immediately say. She put her watch down and, not wanting him to round the corner towards her, moved away from her bed. “Mr Bricker, you must leave,” she said again, not really knowing what else to say. He couldn’t be here. What was he doing?

“I did take care to ensure no one’s seen me—“ he was saying, and with a hot flush of delayed realization, Cora knew what he was doing here. And it was not to speak with her. Oh, and it wasn’t anger or fear she felt; it was regret. “—and no one will know I’ve been here.”

“No—“ she tried to say, but he spoke over her.

“But I knew I must. I knew I had to come to you tonight.”

Cora ignored that, and she leveled her voice. “Mr Bricker, I've asked you twice now. Will you please go?

“You said yourself - who knows when I'll be back?”

“Mr Bricker -“

“Don't pretend, Cora. You know something's happened between us. You know things have changed now. I feel it, and I know you do.”

Changed?

The flirting. The harmless flirting she’d only just confessed to enjoy.

Oh, she’d done this, hadn’t she? She’d laughed too much, spoken too much, smiled too much. Cora sighed, closed her eyes for a moment, and collected herself. “I’m not sure what it is you feel, but—“

“—When did someone last cherish you?” She looked at him, and knowing better, she listened. “When did someone even listen to you?”

Cora’s breath that had returned moments ago stiffened in her chest once more. He was being mean. She pushed the thoughts of last night away.

“I've seen you with your family, ignored and passed over.”

He was being mean. He was not wrong, she conceded, but she knew what he was doing. She shook her head. “None of this is any—“

“I'm glad you're still awake—”

Oh, no. She heard his voice before she saw him. She heard his voice as the door swung open easily, the delight in Robert’s tone. It felt like a sudden drop, falling fifty feet into nothing. And then, that same light in which she’d admired herself only moments before washed over her husband’s features, at the shock in them, and Cora felt heavy. She dropped her head.

“The dinner was over early. It seemed easier to come back.” And then there was anger. “I'm sorry if it's a disappointment.”

“It isn't,” she answered immediately, looking at Robert. It was the truth. She prayed he could see that it was the truth. And then what strength that remained in her hurt as it left her body. “Mr Bricker was just …leaving.”

“I'm not here at Lady Grantham's invitation,” Mr Bricker tried, but Robert boomed over him.

“Then will you please leave at mine?”

She watched, flooded with a sick exhaustion, as Mr Bricker turned away from her completely and made his way towards the door. She watched, and just as she knew he would, Robert changed. She knew Robert too well. She knew the anger he’d reached was really an enormous precipice, and he’d gone over the edge of it.

He grew two inches taller. His shoulders broadened under his red dress mess coat. He looked as if he could, and maybe would, kill the smaller man before him.

“Robert, let him go,” Cora said. She just wanted it done. She just wanted Mr Bricker out of her room. She just wanted Robert to fuss and be upset and have it over and done with. Let him leave. Let us not drag this out any further, please.

“You can't be surprised.” Oh, no. Oh, no no no. What was Mr Bricker doing? “When you chose to ignore a woman like Cora—“ he looked back at her, they both looked at her, and Cora felt her mouth fall open. Oh, no. Oh God. No. “—you must have known not every man would be as blind as you.”

The next moments moved slower, in a horrible dreamlike way, Cora still unable to breathe, Cora foreseeing the next seconds, but unable to control them.

She watched her tall, broad husband twist back, twist and wind himself as she’d done with the watch just minutes before; and then, with a hard, hurt grimace, she watched as he striked the slender man’s face so forcefully that he fell onto their bed and shook it wildly.

“Stop it!” She shouted. Robert was going to hurt him. He was going to hurt him badly.

Cora tried to touch Robert’s shoulder, to try to pull him from the fury he was blinded by, but he only pulled Mr Bricker from the bed where they rolled onto the floor.

“Stop it!” She shouted again as they crashed into the small side table where a vase fell, cracking open.

“Stop it!” They rolled onto the rug, both men struggling for superiority; but as she knew he would, Robert found the upper hand. He pinned Mr Bricker to the floor, his heavier weight keeping him in place.

“Stop!” She yelled out when his fist cranked backwards. There’d be blood and a broken nose and rumors and gossip and too many consequences over something she just wanted to go away!

And then— “Mama?” And a knock at their door.

Cora froze. She sensed Robert still too, and they looked to the sound of their daughter’s voice.

“Mama? Papa? Is everything all right in there?”

Oh, what must she have heard?

Cora hurried to the door, and noticing her hand shake as she took the knob, she drew in a slow, deep breath to steady her voice, her heart, and she opened it. Just slightly. Just enough for Edith to see her, and for her to try her best to smile at Edith.

Edith was blanched. “I'm so sorry, darling,” Cora cooed. Edith’s face was etched with worry, and it wasn’t moving. So Cora spoke on. “Your father and I were just playing a … stupid game, and we knocked over a lamp.”

“Oh,” Edith hadn’t believed her, and of course not. The lie was terrible, and Cora was a terrible liar. “If you're sure,” Edith prodded, and Cora loved her for it.

“I'm sure, poppet,” Cora smiled, and then heard her own words. She’d never called Edith ‘poppet’ before in her life. “Good night. Sleep tight,” she smiled bigger to assure Edith, who nodded and left. And then, closing the door, Cora turned around and fought the urge to glare at them both. Both of these men. Stupid, childish fistfight. Like schoolboys.

“I think that is my exit too,” Mr Bricker huffed, hoisting himself from the floor.

But Cora snapped at him. “Wait.” Edith could not see him leave her room.

She spun and opened her door again, and looking out, saw it was clear. Then, her stomach turning at the thought of looking him in the eye, she angled herself into the door so that he could slip out quietly into the hallway, not speaking to her ever again.

Cora breathed for a second longer when she heard the outer door close. And then, slowly—and as quietly as she could—she closed the inner door. It was another moment yet before she turned back into the room where her husband, her Robert, leaned himself against the chair. His chair.

His arms supported him at the armrests. His head hung heavily at his shoulders. His breathing was deep, and angry.

And … and an emotion Cora saw, but did not want to acknowledge, seemed to seep from his every pore.

Ignore it, she told herself. Make it smaller, she convinced herself. And then, a lie: He knows it wasn’t my fault. She sighed.

“Golly, what a night.”

Robert lifted his head, not looking at her at all. The emotion filled the room.

“I'll sleep in my dressing room,” he pushed out, but she found she couldn’t follow him with her eyes as he left.

And when she heard his door close, she sunk her face into her hands and refused to cry.

#cobert #cobert drabbles #downton abbey fanfiction

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isfjmel-phleg · 9 months

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I was nine or ten. We were living in Alaska. My mom had planted some daffodils in our back yard and they were finally blooming, but it had begun to snow. Mom said that she should pick them so we could at least briefly enjoy them inside before the snow killed them, but she was busy, and I had an idea. I would help her! I would surprise her by picking the daffodils for her! So I did. I think I was going through some kind of phase where my impulse control wasn't great, or maybe it was just the fact that I was, you know, a literal child, but I threw on a coat and went out. It was exciting. The snow was falling in huge flakes, slowly, gently, like a snow globe, and I picked every daffodil and brought them to Mom.

And got in trouble. I had picked the stems too short and thus ruined the flowers. And I was wearing the wrong coat! What was I thinking? She begrudgingly put the daffodils in water because what else could be done, but I couldn't look at them without feeling deeply ashamed.

Anyway, I saw something that a friend shared today, a video of a man in a suit who clearly Knows Everything, sneering at the idea of "complimenting" your children more than correcting them. Don't make them feel good! Sure, compliment them "if they've earned it," but you need to correct them constantly, or they'll grow up to be horrible. Parenting is all about telling your children what they do wrong!

Yes, it is very important to teach your children to do what is right. Constant empty praise isn't going to help. But approaching children with the mindset of everything they do is wrong or malicious and needs to be called out every second of the day...well, it makes me remember how it felt to be the little girl who committed the crime of picking daffodil stems too short (an objectively ridiculous thing to scold your child about), and I do hope that the friend who shared this uncompassionate man's thoughts will nonetheless be more understanding and helpful than critical toward her own little daughter.

#random personal stuff #back on my soapbox feel free to ignore

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 9 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 10

Summary : The day of Katlyn's party doesn't go as well with Loki as you thought it would, you both come to a realisation

Warning : Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing?

When you woke up the next morning you showered, put on a dress and did your makeup. You were at Steve's house and you didn't want anyone to comment over your features, the little belly fat you had was already the reason for your constant humiliation, it wasn't even visible from under the clothes but they all just loved bullying you.

You remembered what Loki said, you wondered how different your life would have been if it was Loki in place of Steve. He would never make you feel so horrible about yourself.

As you stepped out to the dining area, everyone was already there, they were kind enough to allow Loki to sit with them but then you realised it was Katlyn's idea and you knew why she did that, she wanted to fuck him and you hated the thought of it. She always enjoyed taking away everything you wanted.

You sat in front of Katlyn and Loki, your dad was on the chair left to you and Steve was on the right side, his mom sat next to your dad followed by his dad. They were all laughing about something, discussing their frivolous lifestyle and business but your mind remained focused on how Katlyn kept trying to indulge Loki with conversation. Bucky sat on the other side of her and he was being ignored royally by her.

You raised your feet up and your toes brushed against Loki's shin, his breath hitched and he looked at you.

He shook his head a little so you looked away but your toes kept rubbing over his shin.

He was stuck there, with the most annoying woman he has ever known, she kept talking and he had to be courteous. He was working for these people afterall.

"Happy birthday Katlyn" you said to her and she chuckled.

"You remembered just now? you sat down five minutes ago, but it's okay I get it, the sight of food always makes you forget everything right?" She giggled and Loki clenched his jaw, he didn't understand why these people kept bullying you for eating. This was so damaging for your self esteem and because of this constant scrutiny you practically lived on one meal a day.

"You should have seen her as a kid, she was so cute like a fat pig " she mocked you and everyone on the table chuckled as if it was the most humorous sentence they have ever heard.

"I blame her mother for that, she ruined her eating habits " your eyes teared up as your father mentioned her, the only time he ever mentioned her was when he wanted to blame her. He couldn't leave her alone even after she was gone.

"Let me just slide the butter away from her before she'll gorge on it" Steve said jokingly and that's when you got up and stormed out of there.

"She's still not able to take a joke? I just hope she won't embarrass me at our parties, our daughter in law will have to follow some rules and regulations, I won't tolerate this type of behavior" Pamela huffed and Rocky assured her that he'll take care of your attitude.

Loki was beyond infuriated at this point, they didn't even allow you to have a bite of food in peace. They were the reason why you felt so conscious about your body and they were enabling the unhealthy eating habits you have made.

"Let her be, we are going to the beach right? Wouldn't want her to look fat in a bikini anyways" Steve said and Katlyn laughed.

Loki's appetite was gone too, he has worked for wealthy selfish people before and has seen so much but he has never seen anyone treat their own child like that.

He got ready as he had to be wherever you'll go, he waited outside your bedroom while you got ready,

"Hello handsome" he heard Katlyn's voice and that made him groan internally.

"Hello mam"

"Jeez stop calling me that" she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You are so hot, I want to fuck you before you leave" she placed a kiss on his cheeks one by one and she was about to kiss his lips. He was going to stop her but it was right then you opened the door and found her curled up to him. You felt insanely jealous, hurt and you felt angry with him. You had no right to feel so but you did. You stormed past them so he followed you quickly.

Katlyn grabbed his arm and he tried to pull it back but she didn't let go.

As you all stepped out, you glared at him but his eyes softened as he looked at you.

"Big bro can I borrow this bodyguard for the trip?" Katlyn asked him and Steve smirked. He knew this would affect you a little, you always hated it whenever your toys were shared with Katlyn,

"Take uncle Rocky's permission, he works for him" of course your dad didn't deny, Steve was going to be with you so he didn't care about your safety at all. That's not how Loki thought this day would go for both of you especially after last night. When nobody was looking he somehow managed to slip a granola bar in your handbag and texted you so you could eat whenever you'll get time.

Rocky, Mason and Pamela took one car, Loki and Katlyn went separately and you were stuck with Steve and Bucky.

You took out the granola bar to eat as your stomach grumbled, why did you feel so hurt and jealous? He wasn't your boyfriend, he wasn't even your friend. He was nothing. Right?

"Let me see how many calories it has?" Steve snatched the bar away from you and threw it out the window. Bucky chuckled at the action so you glared at him, ever since you fainted Steve has gotten worse for some reason, he wasn't this critical about your body or food before that. Your dad always kept you on a diet but Steve gave no shit, he only cared about the benefits he got from being with you. So why was he being so evil now?

At the beach, Steve showed off his chiseled abusive body but it did nothing for you, your eyes were focused on how Katlyn was trying to get cozy with Loki, he looked uncomfortable but if he was then why didn't he stop her? He clearly could stop her if he wanted to.

You took the beach dress off and went for a swim, Katlyn glared at you as you showed off your toned body while she had zero muscle mass to compete with you. She couldn't even lift 20 pounds.

Loki couldn't stop staring at your body, he found you all kinds of sexy, your toned arms and legs, that bubble butt that he had the privilege of seeing before as well made him real uncomfortable between his legs. He loved your soft little belly, you had abs but it was hidden by a layer of fat that you couldn't get rid of and he absolutely didn't care about that, he liked everything about you, the more he got to know you, the more fucked he felt for you.

You went from being daddy's spoiled little princess in his eyes to being darling y/n, the girl that he knew was being hurt and abused every minute and he wanted to protect you so badly but he was failing. He was a slave to his employers here, these people were capable of chopping his bones up and feeding them to the sharks, nobody would bat an eye if he went missing right this moment. He had to be cautious with his actions towards you and for you, he had to be really smart about it.

As you all went back to the mansion and Katlyn decided to allow him to breathe, he knocked on your door but you politely asked him to fuck off.

Okay so he wasn't the only one going through a grind here. You were jealous right?

He tried to talk to you but you ignored him throughout the day, at the party you put on the bodycon dress just to spite him and that made him upset. You purposefully found the hottest guy in the room and clung to him, even though all you wanted was for Loki to hold you in his arms, the way he just allowed Katlyn to grope him didn't sit well with you.

He watched you dancing and pretending to have fun when he knew deep down you were just trying to rile him up and it was working.

Katlyn got super drunk, like embarrassingly delirious, so Steve asked him to take her to her bedroom..

"Careful miss" he mumbled as she stumbled on her heels and held onto him. Your dad got busy at the party, and Steve entertained himself with other people, so you followed them both and you hated every second of the closeness they shared.

You decided to go to your room as your eyes teared up, why did you have to get attached to him? He hugged you twice and you thought he cared about you?

"Nobody cares about you..you dumb fool" you threw a vase in the corner to let out your frustration, just a little. It didn't work.

After a few hours when the party died down, you heard a knock on your door, when you opened it, it was Loki of course. With a tray of food in his hands.

You turned around to get inside and he sighed.

"Why are you upset with me?" He asked you and you crossed your arms,

"I'm not upset..why ..why would I be upset?" You said that but your eyes gave it away. He could see the hurt in them.

"Sit down, you are going to eat" he said softly and placed the tray down on the bed, you were still in the dress you wore at the party, he saw the shards of broken vase splattered all over the room.

"Did you eat the bar I gave you in the morning?" You shook your head as he asked you that.

"Why darling?"

"Steve threw it away" your voice choked and that made him run his fingers through his hair in anger and frustration.

"Did you fuck her?" You asked him and he glared at you.

"That's none of your concern" he snapped at you and you chuckled at the tone of his voice. His anger was misplaced and he regretted it almost immediately.

"Get out"

"Y/n.."

"Get out please..I can't..I can't take this..you..you are all the same.. everyone..all the same" you broke down into a fit of cries, this has never happened to you before, you had learned to drown your emotions then why was he affecting you like this?

He heard your broken cries so he walked towards you and tried to hug you but you took a step away, he didn't let it deter him from comforting you. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, his own eyes teared up because he didn't want to be the reason for your sadness, he wanted the opposite of it.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry darling, I'm sorry" he whispered softly as he kissed the top of your head. You cried your heart out and it was only when your sobs diminished is when he pulled you away from him. He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs and made you look at him.

"Now talk to me okay? Why are you upset with me? Hmm? Why are you acting out? Is it because of Katlyn?" He asked you and you nodded like a child as you sobbed again,

"She means nothing, I don't care about her" he whispered softly and his lips lingered on your forehead.

"And me? You care about me?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't care about you"

"I don't..don't want you to sleep with her or be her friend, she's horrible, shell take you away like she took him" you sniffled

"Who did she take away from you?" Tears slipped down from his eyes because your broken little sobs were too hurtful.

"Him.. he was..my first boyfriend..we were sixteen, and she told him horrible things about me, and she took him, he didn't want me anymore, he only wanted her" you hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around you to make you feel safe and protected. Years worth of pain and abuse from the people you called your friends and family, what else were you hiding inside you? The carefree slutty persona you showed him the first day he met you was just a facade, this scared shattered girl in his arms was your real self.

"Okayyy ssshhh stop crying, just calm down for me...breathe for me okay?" He caressed your back softly as you held onto him tightly. You couldn't stop crying for some reason, it was as if you couldn't just hold it all in anymore. Once your breathing leveled and sobs diminished he picked you up and made you sit down on the bed.

"Look at me..hey" he cupped your cheeks so you looked at him

"I'm not going to sleep with her, I'm not going to be her friend and I don't want her, she can't take me away alright? I'm your…I'm your bodyguard darling and I.. I am your friend.. nobody is going to take me away I promise "

"You promise?" You asked him and he nodded

"I'm sorry I.. I'm sorry for all of this..I don't know what's happening" you mumbled softly, the aftermath of the breakdown always left you feeling embarassed and stupid .

"It's okay..we will figure it out, I'm going to protect you okay? You're my responsibility" he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead.

Then he grabbed the plate of food and fed you each n every bite until you were all full and couldn't eat anymore. You skipped not just breakfast but lunch as well, you just had a few drinks at the party and he didn't want you to get sick again.

"Can you do something for me?" He asked you so you nodded

"I want you to eat three proper meals everyday, okay? Can you do that for me?" You looked down as he said that, you always skip lunch.

"I.. I don't want to gain weight, I have to fit into my wedding dress" your eyes teared up as the reality of your situation hit you like a wave. Just two more months and you'll become Mrs Rogers. What will happen to you and Loki then? Would you continue to see him like this? It wouldn't be possible you knew that.

"You won't gain anything, I'll take care of that, we will go to gym everyday, but I need you to eat properly to justify all that heavy workout you put your body through, it's not healthy to keep going like this, are you listening to me darling?" You nodded as he said that, you were listening to him. That's all you wanted to do, he was the only person you wanted to listen to from now on.

"Okay, I'll listen to you" you mumbled meekly and he kissed your forehead again.

"That's my good girl, the best ever, three meals yeah? I can't feed you all the time so you just have to do it for me alright? Don't listen to them, listen to me, I would never want to hurt you, you hear me?" You nodded as your arms flung around his neck.

"Do you have a granola bar?" You asked him so he took one out of his pocket and gave it to you but you gave him back.

"Feed me" you mumbled softly so he unwrapped it quickly and placed the bar in front of your mouth, you took a bite and closed your eyes as you chewed on the piece. His eyes lingered over your plump lips and he desperately wanted to kiss you.

You grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips as you took another bite of the bar, you hummed or moaned in contentment, he couldn't figure out the sound but he knew he was turned on from the sight. He never thought feeding someone like this could give him such feelings but here he was exploring whatever this was.

You are so young, so beautiful, so hurt and so terribly sad. Even though you have access to every amenity this world can offer, you are the most broken little thing he has ever known. Money can buy almost everything except genuine feelings, the care, the love, it only grew and built with time and his love for you was building everyday, more and more.

In that moment he knew that it would destroy him to allow you to slip away from him. He didn't want to fail you.

And as you placed a kiss on each of his fingers after you finished the bar, he knew that's how he wanted to take care of you for the rest of his life or until the moment you'd want him to do it for you.

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚❤️❤️🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #loki alternate universe #loki au fics

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sasusakucoded · 9 months

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"Just relax a bit, Sasuke-kun. Everything will be fine," Sakura assured as she stroked his hair. Sasuke was avoiding this day as much as he could. He made so many excuses in the past just so it wouldn't push through. But on that day, it had been decided— he was set to meet her parents.

It was not his first time to see them, of course. He had been civil with them when he was still a genin. But, many things happened in the past and he knew they were aware that he had been tagged as an international criminal. Sakura told him many times that she had explained everything to them and he had nothing to worry about. Still, the thought of talking to them made him uncomfortable. The only reason he agreed was because he knew this meeting was unavoidable and it would be unfair for Sakura if he wouldn't do this.

They were about to enter her house when a messenger called her attention. She went to him and he relayed the message. Sasuke's focus was on how he would greet her parents. He had practiced it several times in his head but he still felt he would mess up.

"Can't it wait? There's an important event tonight.." she asked. "I'm afraid it can't. But, the earlier you check the patient, maybe you'll finish sooner too." The messenger left instantly. Sakura rushed to Sasuke and told him the situation. "But Sakura?" he pleaded. "Sasuke-kun, I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise," she said.

"How about.. Let's postpone this?"

"Postpone again? My parents prepared for this day too, my dear.."

"But Sakura.. You know what, fine. Just try to be quick, okay?"

"I will. I'm sorry.. I know you're not fully comfortable to do this but—"

"It's fine. You don't have to be sorry. This should've happened a long time ago anyway."

Sakura entered their house and introduced Sasuke to her parents. She explained about the emergency and told them she'd be back in no time. She pulled her mom and told her, "please be nice to him. Don't let him feel uneasy. Don't let Dad make unnecessary comments please." Her mom assured her and told her to leave already. She glanced one last time to Sasuke before leaving.

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"I hope you'll like all these food. My wife prepared all of them," Kizashi said.

"Hai. Arigato," Sasuke thanked them profusely while looking at the spread in front of him. They all looked tasty.. until he realized.. "Wait, are these.." The more he inspected the food, the more it became clear to him what they were made of. "This is.. unbelievable" was all he could mutter to himself.

There was natto avocado rice bowl.. Natto soup with miso.. Natto with enoki mushrooms.. Natto rolls.. Natto udon.. Everything was natto-based.

His stomach turned. Sasuke hated natto to the core. He had never been this scared to eat something.

"Is everything alright?" Mebuki inquired seeing he hadn't started yet.

"Y-Yes, ma'am.. I'm just thinking about Sakura. Shall we wait for her?" he answered politely, masking it also to delay his demise.

"Ah, don't bother and go ahead. We prepared these for you and I'm sure she'll be happy if you're almost full when she comes back," Kizashi said while Mebuki served Sasuke some of the food.

The two were watching him intently. "Which one has the least amount of natto?" he thought. He took the rice bowl and carefully picked the rice with his chopsticks, leaving the natto out.

"Mebuki, please add natto to his rice. I don't think it's enough."

Sakura's mom glady put more natto on his rice. She smiled at him and he had no choice but to have another bite full of natto. He wanted to vomit. Its texture and its taste were horrible to him. He forced himself to swallow it. "You're an Uchiha. This is nothing," he cheered himself on.

He continued eating while the two of them had questions left and right. Although they had lots to ask, especially about the welfare of their daughter, he didn't feel unconfortable and was even confident with his answers.

He was almost done with his meal when Sakura came back. "Sorry, it took me a while to finish.. How are you, Sasuke-kun? Did you like—," she realized it immediately. "Mom! Why is the food— Why are there natto all over? I thought I made it clear to Dad—"

"Calm down, Sakura. What's the problem here?" Mebuki asked worriedly.

"I told Dad.. Sasuke doesn't eat natto. I told him to tell you to prepare lots of tomatoes because it's his favorite."

"Oh, is that the case? Maybe I interchanged the two.. I'm so sorry."

"Kizashi!" scolds Mebuki. "I'm sorry, Sasuke. You should've told us."

"It's fine. You cooked them well and I thank you for the dinner.. Sakura, it's okay. Come, let's eat."

"Sasuke-kun.."

"I liked it. Come sit now."

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On their way to Sasuke's inn..

"Sasuke-kun, I'm really sorry. This meet-up was a failure." Sakura was really guilty for the whole ordeal. She thought maybe he was right after all, that it would've been better if they postponed it.

"Sakura.. Don't be upset about it. Now, I know your parents a little bit more.. And probably they've learned something about me too. So, it's all good."

"Sasuke-kun.. Thank you! I know your tired, I will massage your back.. Then tomorrow I'll make you a good breakfast."

They held hands and continued on their way.

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"Dear, what can you say about Sasuke?" asked Mebuki. "I can see why Sakura likes him so much."

"That Uchiha boy, I like him too," Kizashi announced. "He's polite.. He's well mannered.. He's handome like me.." he laughed. "And oh, I gave you the wrong info on purpose. I knew he hates natto."

"What? You're crazy, Kizashi. You saw how mad your daughter was!"

"Yeah. Our daughter was mad.. In fact , she has been madly in love with that guy for a very long time. I don't want Sakura to be with someone who doesn't love her back. And love is sacrifice.. He ate the food without complaining because he cared about what Sakura would feel. That boy has a good heart. Now I can die in peace knowing she's in good hands."

"You make sense sometimes.."

"But don't tell Sakura I did that on purpose! She'd kill me and I'd die sooner!"

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #harunos #sscoded no 78

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That’s totally okay!! I just love him so much and I think boyle would be an interesting yandere :) could i please request either headcanons or an imagine of him becoming obsessed with reader who is new to the 99 and a lot younger? maybe he’s obsessed with her having his child, and she resists a lot (which makes him sad) but ultimately he gets what he wants and she has their daughter. you can make it as dark/smutty/funny as you’d like! thank you so much my mutual bestie :))

Yandere Charles Boyle hcs

This 50/50 serious and not serious. I hope you all enjoy this! And anything for you Noella! (Also, the amount of people this man has a chokehold on is crazy) TW: there is some NSFW stuff in here, just a forewarning. And please remember that Charles in canonically a freak in the show

Boyle is an interesting yandere in my opinion.

I believe he is a delusional, obsessed, and possessive yandere, just to name a few of his yandere traits.

He definitely fell in love with you extremely quick, like faster than when he fell for Vivian.

And since Charles fell for you so quick he goes full boyle even faster, and 10x worse.

You awoke from your sleep on the couch to heavy and aggressive knocks on your door. Standing up and walking to your door, you started to get an odd feeling in your stomach. But you opened the door. You were met with a crazed and terrified looking Charles, he lunged at you and pulled you into a crushing hug. "You weren't answering my calls or texts! I thought something horrible happened! You can't scare me like that Y/N." Charles told you, tightening his hold on you. Turning your head, you looked at the time displayed on your clock, it read 1 am. You turned back to Boyle, letting out a sigh. "Charles, it one o'clock at night. I was asleep!" you told him while trying to wiggle out of his hold. Boyle wouldn't let go of you though. He started to push his way into your home with you in his hold until Jake came running to your door. "Charles! You're coming on too strong bud!" Jake told his best friend and started to pry him off you. "I'm sorry I took so long to get here Y/N, but I wasn't expecting to have to coming running over here after receiving over 1,000 messages!" Jake said while scolding Boyle. You gave Jake a smile of relieve once he freed you from Boyle, "Thanks Jake.". "Boyle tried walking further in your home trying to convince you to let him spend the night. Jake tried to get Charles to back off and let him take him home, but you gave in. You knew Charles wouldn't relent unless you let him stay. "Its okay Jake. Its late anyways, go ahead and head home. Charles can stay. " Charles gave the biggest grin after you said that. Jake nodded his head, understanding that boyle wouldn't stop till he got what he wanted. Jake tried to tell you goodbye but was interrupted by the door getting slammed in his face by Boyle.

Boyle is so jealous and possessive. Like if you look at a dude too long he will start to freak.

Charles sobbing, "Is it cause he's prettier than me?". "Charles! He's our freaking server! I have to talk to him!"

I can't tell you how many times he has assaulted someone for you. And of course he hides it well. He is a cop after all.

Sometimes though, on bad and stressful days, Charles will get sloppy and come home in a bit of blood. Not enough to scare you. But definitely noticeable.

"Charles, why is there blood on your shirt" you asked. Boyle paused for a second, looked down to his shirt and finally noticing the blood he missed. "Oh its nothing baby! A perp had gotten a couple of cuts while running, so when I tackled him I guess I got some of his blood on me and didn't notice." He answered your question with a weird smile. But you didn't wanna push anything.

Boyle is very forceful with his affections. He'll just randomly attack you with hugs, kisses, etc.

We all know this dude is weirdly over romantic.

He'll randomly show up to your apartment with a tub full of selfcare stuff so he can spoil you in the bath and shampoo your hair.

Expect lots of romantic dinners with some weird ass exotic food.

Boyle is also very very manipulative.

If you do anything he doesn't like then be ready to either be gaslit, guilt tripped, and or threatened.

I honestly believe that if you talked about ever taking a break from him, he would threaten to kill himself.

"If you ever try to leave me I will kill myself"

Then he goes back to spoiling you

He will get you to marry him. Nikolaj needs a new mom after that unfortunate accident that killed Genevieve.

If Charles has to use his power over you he will. But first he'll butter you up to the idea by telling you all the benefits that come with being married to a cop.

If that doesn't work though then he'll either causally threaten you or get you two married without your knowledge.

It shouldn't be too hard to forge your signature on the marriage certificate, Gina will gladly forge it for him.

The whole squad is super happy for you and him. And fully support your relationship. After everything Boyle has gone through he deserves to be happy. And if he needs a little help that may or may not be illegal, then they'll help him.

The girls love having girls night with you. You love it too. Its the only thing Charles will let you do without his unbearable presence.

But little do you know that he planted a bug on you. And if you do anything he wouldn't approve off, you'll get ratted out to him by one of the three girls. (Probably Amy)

Your outing with the girls allows them to intervene if you two are having problems (aka you tried to escape again). They'll convince you that what Charles is doing is okay. And it usually works, so you stop trying to escape for a bit.

The squad loves you a lot and loves how happy you make Boyle. So if them sorta manipulating, gaslighting you, and looking the other way keeps you with him. Then so be it.

Holt, Rosa, Gina are the most likely to gaslight you. Terry, Jake, and Amy will 100% manipulate you.

They just want you to be with someone who truly loves you. And Charles really really really loves you

Like I said, you're gonna get married to charles no matter what.

It'll be a very extravagant and erotic wedding. But of course only the squad and just maybe your parents can come. Charles just doesn't want them to disapprove of your relationship with him. Not that that really matters.

By the time it gets to the "I do"s you're probably gonna be in shock. But you have to say I do. Or else all hell will break loose.

After the wedding, you're officially screwed. You no longer have a chance to escape.

If you somehow managed to. Then Charles has basically the whole NYPD after you.

So really, there's no point in you trying to escape. Unless you manage to find the tracker he put in you, take it out, and flee the country.

Oh, by the way, you know how much Charles wants to be a papa? Well right after you two get married, its baby making time!

You might not be super pumped to be a mom but you don't really have a choice.

He might be shooting blanks but he will do whatever it takes to get his samples from his ex-wife. You two are going to have children, no matter what

Charles will randomly send you lists of baby names or themes for a nursery.

Everyone on the squad is super pumped once you do get pregnant. They're all gonna be aunts and uncles.

Jake can't wait to be a godfather.

Gina, Amy, and Rosa will 100% fight over who gets to be the god mother.

As we know, Boyle has delivered so many Boyle babies that he will want to do a hom birth. He will not let you go to the hospital. Not only will he miss out on being the duola but you might try to escape to.

Once your sweet baby is born you'll probably love it and hold it. Charles will be so happy.

Charles: "Isn't he/she beautiful?".

You: " ☺ Yeah, he/she is. If you ever make me do this again I will rip your testicles out and feed them to you"

Charles: "😳"

Charles will spam message you during the day while he is at work. It gets to the point where you start leaving your phone far away from you. Of course every time you do that you get a terrified and upset Charles bursting through the door because he thinks something happened to you.

Charles will share every little detail about you and the baby. No matter how personal the story is.

"Charles, I swear to god if you tell another poor waitress about my morning sickness I will break your nose"

As we know, Boyle is into some weeeeird stuff when it comes to the bedroom.

Remember that box of stuff he sent to Jake and Amy on their honeymoon? He bought a duplicate and tested everything out on you first.

You were low key traumatized after and sent Amy a very long message about the box telling her to either enjoy it like freaky Charles did, or burn it before its too late.

I whole heartedly believe that in the beginning of your relationship with Charles, (aka before he showed you his creepy yandere side) he would drug your food with aphrodisiacs (to get you in the mood) or he would drug it with things that would calm you and make you compliant. (Before you knew he was drugging you, you just thought that he was really the one since you were always so calm and 'happy' with him)

You know how weirdly possessive and clingy he can be with Jake?(Like when he destroyed government property because he thought Jake was replacing him)

Well he's way worse with you. He would hint at attacking a friend of Jake's, but with you he threatens and 100% attacks people that he thinks are too close to you.

He might even kill a few if push comes to shove, and will he be upset about it?

Not really, sure he'll be in shock for a minute or two. But he won't be upset about taking a life, because it was for you. For your relationship with him.

Charles is a family man, so seeing you mom Nikolja makes his heart swell. Sure when you first started dating Charles you knew about Nikolja, and you were prepared to take on a mother figure role if your relationship developed. But you were not ready for how quickly Charles thrusted that role upon you

From the moment Charles saw you he knew you were gonna be his wife no matter what. So he drilled into Niko that you're gonna be his new mom, even before you actually started dating.

He would take sneaky photos of you, he constantly staked you out before and after you started dating, and he would show the appropriate photos of you to Niko and would say "That's your new mommy."

Yes, Charles takes creepy inappropriate photos of you, 95% of them without you knowing. Don't act surprised.

Anyyways, Charles loves putting you in that mommy role with Niko. He makes you partake in the bedtime routine, has you go on mommy/son dates (before he trapped you), makes you go to parent teacher conferences, introduces you as his mom (and you can't disagree because you'll look shitty, Charles will be upset, if niko hears you said that you weren't his mommy he'll be so sad :(, and you do actually love Niko in a maternal way)

On the sweeter side of this mess, Charles is very understanding and caring when it comes to your mental health. If you're going through a depression episode then he'll pamper you, hold you, and do anything (almost anything) to make you feel even a little bit better. He'll always make sure you're actually taking your meds if you're on them. Charles will even let you see a therapist!

He'll make it be online appointments though, and the room you're in will be bugged. So telling your therapist about your true situation will really do nothing for you, Charles will convince the doctor and anyone else the doc tells, that you're just really struggling, you're so overwhelmed that you're hallucinating! Which you know isn't true.

If you're struggling mentally, Niko will go to wherever you're at and cuddle with you, trying to make his mama feel better. He'll even bring you home a drawing he made of you and him at his art class.

Of course you love it, how could you not? So you make Charles buy a frame big enough for the picture and hang it up on your wall. The picture makes you feel a bit better when you look at it.

All in all, Charles does care about you in his own twisted way.

NSFW Stuff Below!! Be Warned!!

I know how much you simp for him @flowercrowns-goodvibes so these might get raunchy 😬 sorry this part is so short 😫

Charles low-key manipulated and kinda begged you to be intimate before he napped you.

But after he kidnapped you he 1000% drugged you to get you to be more willing

Aka get you stop struggling, not that he doesn't like it. He actually believes you're just playing hard to get to get him to be a bit more rough and dominant when you struggle and yell at him.

Charles telling Jake about his night with you last night: Yeah, she kept yelling and fighting back, so I just grabbed the cuffs and put them on her and ignored her.

Jake absolutely mortified: Charles, THATS RAPE

Charles giggling like Jake's a silly goober: Noooo, she just wanted Daddy to get rough

Everyone near them violently vomiting

Like I said, he's a delusional freak 💙

Charles loves Roplaying with Jake for a case right? So just imagine him during sexy time with you.

He has a whole backstory for his character and yours.

Will get so butt hurt if you're not acting super into it like him.

Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink

Dude is all about getting you pregnant. Just the thought of you round with his kid sends all the blood in his brain downstairs

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