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rogueddie · 7 months
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Eddie slams his pile of books down on the counter, grinning at how hard Steve startles.
"Jesus, fuck," Steve holds a hand to his chest, glaring. "Man, come on, I'm too young to die of a heart attack."
"Are you sure about that?" Eddie reaches over, to tug at his hair- Steve bats his hand away before he can get near. "What are you now, seventy?"
"I'll have you know that the silver only adds to my charm."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that." He pats the pile of books. "I need to check all of these out."
"You know the limit."
"Please? Pretty please? I'll never insult you for going grey early ever again! Promise!"
"You've made that promise before," Steve grumbles, but starts to check the books out anyway. "What's all of this for anyway? New campaign or something?"
"Nah. Robin mentioned something about the cold war and nuclear shit. Got me curious."
Steve pointedly looks at the books, snorting. "Curious."
"What, you've never wanted to learn some new thing or something?"
"Not this much."
"What about all those sports you played?"
"That was more to do with my parents than me actually wanting to do it."
Eddies eyes narrow because... yeah. Outside of his old King Steve days, Eddie doesn't think Steve has ever wanted something. Not even for his birthday, or Christmas.
All he asks is for them to come to his and Robins flat. All he seems to want is confirmation that they're ok and alive.
"You always say you want kids though, right?"
"I mean, kind of. Though, I'm starting to think the brats we babysat might be more than enough for me."
"Chocolate?"
"Oh no..."
"What?"
"You're planning something, aren't you?"
"No! No, no, no... but there has to be something, right?"
"Something?"
"That you really want."
"There's nothing I need."
"That's not what I'm asking."
"That's all the answer you're getting." Steve shoves the pile of books towards him. "Get lost, I'm supposed to be working."
"Ugh, fine, you're no fun."
But he can't stop thinking about it. He ends up returning the pile of books, despite the fact that he barely read one page. When he tries to use it to question Steve, he dodges the question again.
He very quickly gives up, deciding to pester Robin until she tells him. That takes three weeks of constant, daily efforts. And, in the end, the answer is obvious.
Steve just wants to spend more time with people he cares about.
It's not easy to gather anyone in the party, given that there's no holiday or significant occasion- he manages it, though. All the kids, now young adults, organize transportation. Nancy and Jonathan, over the phone, help Eddie and Robin plan out where everyone will sleep with their small apartments.
The effort, and pain of organizing it all, is worth it for the look on Steves face when he comes home to find them all waiting for him.
When Dustin almost knocks him over with how harm he hugs him, for a second, Eddie is worried that he's going to start crying. But he holds it together, greets them all with so much enthusiasm...
"I forgot that he used to be like this," Robin comments, late into the night. They're sat a little away from the group, watching them argue over their games. "The kids mean a lot to him."
"He means a lot to them."
"I know. I think he forgets though, so... thank you."
Steve doesn't corner him until they've got the kids asleep- half of them going with Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle to Eddies appartment, the rest of them fighting over the little space in Steve and Robins.
"You could've got me chocolate," Steve says, nudging him.
"This is what you really wanted though, isn't it? That was the whole point, big boy."
"Right. Sorry, it... I wanted to say thank you. I know this must have taken a lot to organize and-"
"Steve. You don't need to thank me. Besides, I could never have done this on my own."
"Still... thank you." Steve is quiet for a moment, looking out to the busy city street. "What do you want?"
"This."
"No, what do you really want?"
"Yeah, this. Everyones together, having so much fun. We're gonna do a one-shot when you go to work tomorrow. And, uh... you're happy. I don't need anything more than that."
"Right," Steve clears his throat. He shuffles a little closer, so their sides are almost flush together, tentatively reaching out to hold Eddies hand. "You don't need anything else. What about what you want?"
"You know what I want."
"I want you to say it."
Steve leans over, bumping their shoulders together when he hesitates. He smiles, reassuring, and gives Eddies hand a squeeze.
"What do you want, Eddie?"
"You. I- I want you."
It's terrifying to admit, a horrifying leap... but the smile Steve gives him, so soft and happy, is more than worth it.
"As you wish."
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ervndxz · 1 year
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୨୧ ꒰ how your lover treats you
☆ mondstadt only ☆ chrs ;; venti, bennett, albedo,
** fluff. **
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venti would take you out to fancy restaurants and hang out with you on the tavern balcony, making you stargaze with him at night, then as dawn strikes he'd tease you for being such a bedhead. you'd make him meals while on break. for your birthday, venti would gather all of your friends and colleagues and host a meetup, similar to the wb fest.
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bennett wouldn't visit you often out of fear, but when he did you'd make sure he's well. you'd kind of be his caretaker, helping him on missions and making sure he has a hearty meal before bed. he'd give you nighttime kisses which would set you dozed. for your birthday, bennett would arrange a self-made dinner party, which may or may not have poisoned you, yet you loved him nonetheless for his thought of making you happy and gave him a calming hug.
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albedo would paint with you and protect you from the cold, jumping at you from behind every time he saw you zoning out. on saturdays, he'd take you to see klee, addressing you as 'sister' when near her yet it made you chuckle. however albedo frequently would use you as a 'subject' and test experiment. on your birthday, albedo would paint you murals for your home to feel livelier than ever.
NEXT UP ! : public 'shenanigans' with liyue gals
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larryfanfiction · 2 years
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The Greatest Thing by infinitelymint @infinitelymint
Length: 163k
“What’s that on your finger?” Louis asks, his voice higher than usual, slightly panicked as though he’s realised something that Harry hasn’t even begun to comprehend. Harry looks down on his right hand then, sees nothing and moves on to the left, and— Oh. A ring. Or, Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since the band broke up when a dangerous combination of Niall Horan, tequila, and an ordained Elvis impersonator means that the two of them have to embark on their biggest publicity stunt to date - together. (aka the semi-canon accidentally married in Vegas fic that has been seven years in the making)
Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must Read
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violetvelourr · 1 year
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First kiss 🤭
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d0enti · 7 months
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Genshin impact—“I love you endlessly”
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➵Summary:Reader finds out Lyney is with the Fatui
➵Warning:mention of dead
➵A/N:since I got Lyney so I had to write something for him
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You and Lyney were partners for 5 months the full city knew about that and Lyney made it obvious you two were dating, he would always give you rainbow roses, call you "Mon ange" he also would give you a free v.i.p Lynette and Freminet knew you very well because Lyney always talking about you, this happened on one of his shows. Lynette and Lyney were performing and Lyney made his hat float in the air, he then hit the top of it and cards fell from it he walked around it and kept pating the hat and cards were falling out when he stopped he put his hat back on and a dove came out of it flying away, then he stared doing more cards tricks he made 5 cards appear and they fell then he made 5 more and let go of them smiling and he spoke again with his charming voice
"But this isn't what you came for"
"These little tricks? You've seen them before"
He wasn't lying, you all seen these tricks before and you especially since you always watched his rehearsals after you started dating, you kept listening to you lovers voice his calming voice
"So it's time for something truly extraordinary"
"Don't you think?"
You and everyone were getting intrigued you didn't know which trick he's gone do and you were interested in the trick he's going to do, the only thing you knew is that Lynette gone be in it since she didn't appear earlier so you kept watching
"this one's a little tricky"
He put his hand together and opened them dove flying out of his hands It flew up to a water tank on which Lynette was sitting on top of it and started waving the crowd was clapping but continued listening to Lyney talking
"Using this water tank, I shall make my sister vanish completely"
"right before your very eyes"
Lynette finished waving and jumped into the tank she did a little twirl to show she's in actual water and waved again, everyone was clapping and so were you you saw this trick already but it still amazed you one way or another
"it's actually quite simple"
"she'll just turn into air bubbles and float right out of the top"
The tank then closed and locked Lynette looked like she was surprised and so were you, you saw this trick multiple times and the tank isn't supposed to lock itself Lynette tried to open the tank and Lyney then noticed that too
"oh no, I told them to check all the props carefully"
Lyney walked towards the tank and Lynette swam down a little bit
"With the lid on, even air can't escape... An amateur magician would be getting very nervous right around now"
Lyney then chuckled and looked at the crowd and made a silly pose that made you laugh inside
"Luckily it's me on stage!. So let me show you what a true virtuoso can do"
Lyney then snapped his fingers and bubbles started showing up in the tank Lynette seems surprised until there's so much bubbles she needs to cover her face, then the only thing you can see in the tank are Lynette clothes everyone starts talking and clapping even the Hydro Archon seems surprised
"Lynette. Are you still there?"
"Don't go too far. We don't wanna use up all our magic"
"Hi, I'm back"
Lynette then starts walking on the stage and everyone is clapping and you are relieved that Lynette was okay and joined the crowd in clapping, after a while the twins bow. Then it was time for the second trick and Lyney needed an assistant that wasn't Lynette he used the number generator and number 75 won the woman walked towards the box with the help of Lyney's assistant, then Lyney explained how the crowd needed to count down and entered the box
୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧
It was time for Lyney to come out of the box so you stood up and looked at the box in the middle of the opera and it worked he came out
"Ta da!"
The light then went towards the other box you were getting excited since you loved that trick the box was about to open until the tank fell onto the box everyone was shocked and so well you, you turned around to look at Lyney and you noticed how he seems to be paralyzed you wanted to run up to him but Neuvillette stops you from doing so you look at the stage and notice it was Lyney's other assistant that died not the girl after Neuvillette left and the others, you ran over to Lyney and hugged him tightly trying to calm him down a little bit and it worked Lyney relaxed but was still scared especially since he knew he's about to be put in trial with his dear sister Lynette
"Lyney are you feeling a little bit better?"
"yeah... yeah can we go somewhere else please?"
"yeah of course let's go behind the stage"
You and Lyney went behind the stage and sat down you were rubbing Lyney's back to calm him down at least a bit more than before, finally he relaxed
୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧
It was the time for the trial you were standing between Lyney and Lynette willing to prove that they did no wrong, you knew they did nothing wrong you could see in Lyney's eyes the fear of what just happened you saw it all you could tell that man is inccocent but will you think like that again after he lied...?
"tell me aren't you and Lynette actually from the House of the Hearth"
"huh?"
"that's irrelevant.Our identities have nothing to do with what happened"
Lyney's voice was breaking, he noticed your reaction, the reaction of betray...
He could tell you were about to cry he already saw the tears
"you honor may I request a break from the trial"
"Permission granted"
Before Lyeny could speak you already left and went to sit on the stairs in the main entrance thinking about what just happened you were confused or maybe angry with him? You honestly don't know, you knew Lyney for a while and felt so special with him he wouldn't lie to you would he? You were honestly confused did he ever love you? Or was it all an illusion created by the magician Lyney?
୨⎯ "With Lyney" ⎯୧
Lyney was sitting behind the stage on a couch crying his eyes out he wanted to tell you he really did he was planning to but he was too late lady Furina already exposed him and he could tell you hated him with a burning passion, after all the Fatui did take away you family from you... while he was crying Lynette was watching she felt bad she knew he loved you a lot so she decided to look for you, she quietly left the backstage and started looking for you for Lyney's dear Mon ange she would only do it for him and you nobody else, nobody else other than her brothers and you matter to her, Lynette was walking towards the main entrance and noticed you sitting on the stairs and walked up to you if she's begin honest she also felt embarrassed about the situation like Lyney, you were her best friend and she didn't tell you either she sat next to you and spoke.
"[Y/N] I know you are mad at me and Lyney I fully understand that, I know we didn't tell you but we had our reasons Lyney loves you and he wanted to tell you he really did"
"then why didn't he tell me? I'm so confused right now since when and why?"
"It's not me who should tell you that please go talk to Lyney he's behind the stage crying his eyes out you will understand everything later on so please go and talk to him before the trial starts again"
And that's what you did you stood up and walked towards the backstage you were still wondering if you were making the right choice do you actually want to go up to Lyney and talk? Or maybe you just want to end your relationship, you are very confused on what to do but you keep walking ready to be met with Lyney still worried what to do will you guys break up or stay together that's something you and Lyney need to talk about eventually you arrive behind the stage and see Lyney crying his eyes out you decided to walk up to him and hug him to make him feel better, Lyney hugged you back and was crying even more
"I'm so sorry mon Ange, I'm really sorry"
"Lyney please tell me why"
"Where should I start I guess I start from that me and Lynette used to be homeless, it was hard for us to get food, from watching outside performances I learned how to do magic and got some money eventually a noble man took me and Lynette in after he saw me and Lynette performed one day when we were returning I didint see Lynette anywhere and I asked the man... he said somebody got a liking to Lynette and send her over to him as a present, he had multiple young girls there and he was gonna hurt them and Lynette when I got there he was already dead, Lynette was saved by Arlecchino as a thank you I joined the Fatui, I swear Mon Ange we not trying to destroy Fontaine we want to help it"
"Alright I get it but why Didn't you tell me before?"
"I wanted to but lady Furina did it before me I'm sorry Mon Ange"
"it's fine, I believe you, now let's get the trial done and prove you are innocent but firstly you need to tell me the full truth"
୨⎯ "Time skip" ⎯୧
You and Lyney won the trial you both were really happy Lyney hugged you and spined you around from Happiness and eventually kissed you on the lips with all his real love
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mr-m-murdock · 2 years
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only pretty faces: saccharine 
| natasha x fem!reader |  part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven | only pretty faces masterlist
summary: She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll–
warnings: r being completely batshit insane AGAIN lol, FLUFF FINALLY : rated [T]
a/n: god im over it now i just wan them 2 be happy
The door shuts quietly behind you, with a single sharp click. The last dregs of the sun are illuminating the stairs to your left. It's so still, as if the light has been painted onto the air.
The stairs creak and sway beneath your feet. The wood warms your soles, and you balanced yourself with a hand against the lumpy plastered wall.
The dark porch is shut off by a heavy iron gate, blackened bars with gaps too thin to even stick a hand through. You stand in front of the gate, listening. Outside you can hear cars, loud talk in Greek, the rattle of a train.
Things are twisting like oil in your stomach: old fear, stale as always. Caution is like a lead brick, tugging at your muscles, a horse at the reins. And a hunger, one you don’t recognise. A hunger for that loud world outside, for the brush of shoulders, the sweet scent of pastry on a breeze, the bloom of cherry blossoms, rain on dark, slick slabs of stone. Wood beams, dancing slippers, bright white teeth in gleaming smiles, the sentient hum of machinery.
“Είναι το κουμπί στα αριστερά σου,” someone says. You twist, feet burning against the concrete floor.
A woman is lingering in a doorway down the dim hall. Her slippered feet are crossed at the ankle. She lifts a glass of water to her lips, and she watches you guardedly.
You recognise her: the woman who you’d seen as you’d set one foot on the stairs, murder gripping you by the throat.
You look to your left and yes, there is the button set into the wall, rubbed clean by hundreds of hands. You press it gently with the centre of your palm. With a mechanical click, the gate swings outwards.
The street outside is quieter than you’d thought. A car, bright red, crawls slowly by, the driver craning out of the window to stare up thoughtfully at the dark buildings above you. You let him pass. You cross the hot road on unsteady feet, rogue grit biting at your toes.
The world is cool, vibrant with green and brick red, the moon birch-bright and low in a star-flecked pan of navy sky, the sunlight little more than a glow over the tops of the buildings. You touch the wall of the building in front of you: crumbling stone, grey with age. It’s a small house, hunched over the sidewalk.
You turn to your left and walk. Your legs move without you ordering them to, dreamlike. This state of wonder doesn’t last: the glossy photographic sheen of your new world fades and cracks. And the fear seeps back in.
You check over your shoulder, scanning the night traffic, the sparse pedestrians casting you odd looks. She’ll come for you before long - she should already have noticed, should be tugging on her shoes, tucking away a pistol. That hate she showed you in the bathroom, that anger– this is a test. To see how far you’ll get. This is a sport. A shot to the back of the head, like putting down a rabid dog.
These thoughts drive you onwards, your feet hit faster against the ground. You won’t even see her pull the trigger.
You break into a run, around curt corners and on into the dark. Each breath comes sharp and cold like ice in your lungs. You run and run, and though your heart screams for relief, you know you can run forever.
She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll–
You trip, your toes scraping the ground. Your hands go out first, palms skinning the concrete with a burn, your knees hitting next. You catch yourself, panting, and scramble upwards, into a crouch.
There’s a boy sitting on his front step, barely two feet from you. He’s stocky, looks to be about twelve, and there’s a blue ceramic jug next to him. He looks down at you with interest soured in dark eyes. “Γεια σας,” he says, abruptly. You brush grit from your palms. “Are you lost?” he asks you, in Greek.
“I’m not lost,” you spit back at him. “Go back inside. Forget you saw me.” The boy links his hands around one knee thoughtfully.
“Where are your shoes?” he asks.
“I don’t have any,” you say. You get to your feet and check behind you again. Nothing but an empty, dark street, the sweep and shine of a pair of headlights. The night air is sweaty and slightly warm. “What are you doing outside, little boy?” you ask him. He gestures to the jug.
“I came to water the flowers. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you snap. You brush your palms off on your sweatpants. Your heart is beating your ribs erratically like a panicked drummer on his thin-stretched skin.
You stare around, heaving in breaths. The boy observes you from his seat on the step. You’re lost, far from the apartment. It should be a reassurance, a balm to your rattled nerves.
But all you feel is isolation like you’re crouching on a wet rock in the middle of a grey, heaving ocean. You’ve hacked away the bridge behind you and now there’s no way back.
You stumble forward down the sidewalk before the boy can ask you anything else. You turn a corner and collapse against the wall in a gutter. The dregs of rainwater soak the side of your thigh and you tug your knees up to your chest, feeling small, feeling alone.
There’s no way you can go back: but it’s the only place you want to be right now. Even in the whirl and crash of Natalia’s anger, you’d rather have her hands on you than have your back to a cold brick wall, your feet bare and stinging.
She is the only safe place now. She ripped the Red Room from you, and how poetic, how ironic and cruel that the loss you’re mourning can only be soothed by her.
There’s a reason you need her, though. This isn’t some perverted Stockholm Syndrome situation. If only, if only you could remember more than her skin on yours and the wreck that followed, you’d be able to understand. You could cut yourself off.
You tip your head back against the wall with a thump, the impact echoing through your skull. You’re so tired, your muscles aching from the strain of that stupid chair. The air is thick and humid and it wants to lull you into sleep.
You go willingly.
You haven’t been allowed to see her in so long. This almost feels like a dream, your hands on her waist, her calves tucked beneath your feet. Like every time, you tuck your face into her neck and enjoy her. She smells of cigarette smoke and jasmine.
You mustn’t allow yourself to think about it, or inevitably your heart will tighten with the horror of discovery, and you will descend the staircase of paranoia, into the dark, and you’ll hold her too tight and stiffen.
What does it matter? They probably already know. They might be devising some twisted psychological torture where they rip you from her at just the right moment, to break you even further. Perhaps they’ll kill one of you.
You’d rather it were you. You’d take anything for her.
“Thinking too hard,” Natalia says in Arabic, into your temple. “Don’t think. I have to tell you something.”
“What?” you ask. You reach out and touch her hair: it’s too dark in here to see it, but she’s washed the dye out and it’s red again. You loop one curl around your finger.
“I’m going to get out of here,” Natalia whispers.
Your heart goes cold mid-beat, freezing uselessly in your chest. You drop the curl of hair and turn your face into her skin. “Don’t,” you say.
She says your name gently, and something seizes up inside you: she’s utterly serious, she believes she can do it.
“Don’t, please don’t,” you say. “Please.”
“I know what I’m going to–”
“Don’t say anything more,” you interrupt. You hold her tighter. “You don’t really want to. You can’t. They’ll kill you.”
“I know what I’m going to do,” Natalia says, more firmly. She shifts away from you, to lever herself up on one elbow. The sheets drape over her shoulder, clinging to her skin. “Will you look at me?”
She reaches out and puts one finger under your chin, lifts your face to hers. She leans down to kiss you, on both cheeks like an affectionate friend.
“Please,” you whisper again, staring up at her, trying to trace the contours of her face through the dark. Fear is closing on your chest like a spider curling up to die. You’re marked now, you know it, and so is she: the minute she’d admitted it, you’d both been branded for your doom.
“Come with me,” she says. She kisses the tip of your nose, your forehead. “I have a plan.”
“It won’t be enough,” you say, thickly. You’re aching all over with this. You can tell you’ve lost her, can feel her slipping away. “They’re better than us. They’re smarter. Faster.”
“No,” Natalia says simply. She kisses your lips and you pull her close, hand on the back of her neck. Her hair is soft against your knuckles. “I am better,” Natalia murmurs into you. “I am exceptional.”
What fame she might gain, with those as her last words. You can’t bear to release her, but she pulls back from you anyway and studies you, eyes narrowed against the dark.
“Don’t cry,” she says. Her thumb comes up to her face – were she anyone else, you might flinch – and she wipes it across your cheek, leaving a smear of dampness beneath your eye. You hadn’t noticed that you’d started crying. Perhaps it’s begun already.
“We should go,” you say, barely managing to choke out the words. It’s sensible, but you don’t want to leave her, not in your last moments together. Maybe you’ll be dead in an hour: maybe she will.
Natalia says your name again, firmly, as you push yourself up and throw back the covers. The air chills your skin and you welcome the cold.  “You won’t come with me?” she asks. Her voice is vaguely accusing. You tug your shirt over your head and ignore her. “I want you to come with me. You won’t even try?” she asks. Her voice is sharper now.
“Don’t speak of it,” you say. “It’s better to be here than to be dead.”
“You’d rather be a slave than dead?” she asks, cold and razor-sharp. “I’d rather die trying to make something good of myself.” You snap your belt closed.
“There is no good, Natalia,” you say. You drop your head. “There’s no use. They probably already know.”
“You promised me–” she says, and you press your lips together.
“I can’t do it,” you say. “I love you, I have loved you always. But I’m not- we’re not enough.”
She is silent. You hear her picking at the sheets. You should turn and face her, plead with her again, climb back into bed and kiss her. But you can’t. You’re seized with fear, so deep it’s almost painful. Maybe this is what they’ve done to you: a trigger set in your head that will grip you tight the instant you think of leaving. Maybe it’s connected to something else, a trip of nerves that will bring on a stroke, a heart attack. Clever. Cleverer than you.
Maybe you give them too much credit, though. Natalia is strong and cunning and fast as a fox. If any of you were to slip your chains, it’d be her.
Not you. Never you.
“Coward,” she says. Ice-cold.
You pick up your shoes and leave the room.
You wake in a panic for no reason, fingers clawed in the filthy drain, legs kicking at the ground and pushing you further against the wall. You shudder and stiffen, calm yourself. Your heart shudders in your chest. Nausea coils in your throat, thick in your chest.
You won’t throw up.
You twist and heave into the gutter. Lumps of something come up with a swill of acid, and you spit and splutter, choking on your own saliva. You clench your stomach and manage not to bring anything more up. You wipe your mouth on your t-shirt.
You have to go back. You know that now, with an utter certainty that’s hard to displace.
But it’s still dark, and the city is strange to you. You get to your feet, your sweatpants wet and chilling against your skin, and you look around, up and down the alley. Your legs are stiff, your head thick with sleep. There’s a streetlight at one end, and you stumble towards it. You can hear music from somewhere, deep bass and the high chatter of laughter above it.
You stagger back onto the main street, hand up against the wall to keep you upright. You look left and right. You turn left and walk.
Retracing your steps is not easy. You don’t want to slip back into the blind panic that ran you halfway across the city, but walking in those footsteps is like trying to guess at the thoughts of a wounded deer. Twice, you end up circling a block and arriving on the same corner, seething with frustration. The roads all seem to go on forever, stretching and thinning like mirrors before you.
Your feet tire before your brain does, but that’s no surprise. You could think for weeks straight if you wanted to, it’s always your body that ends up betraying you. Your toes begin to bleed but you know which corner is next, and next, and next.
And then there is the grated gate, across the road, metal gleaming in the lamplight. You hover against the wall of that little hunched house, the crumbling stone leaving grains of brick on your shirt. There’s a yellow light on in one of the windows across the street and you know it’s not Natalia’s, but some awful, guilty part of you imagines her sitting there under that light. How it will shift across her hair. How it will catch on her light eyelashes.
You grip at the stone behind you for support. This is it. This is where two paths diverge, and this is where you take one of them.
“There is no mercy for cowards,” says the instructor. You gaze up at her, your mind gloriously blank. “Romanova is not coming back for you. Do you understand this?”
“Yes,” you say. Of course, you understand. Why would she come back? She’d die before she came within ten feet of you. You know this. You know it all. It’s simple, easy: it just is.
You take a breath that shudders in your throat like an errant breeze, and step out into the empty road. It takes you eighteen steps to cross the street, and when you move up to the gate, the blood rushes in your head, hot, loud, overwhelming.
The woman in the slippers is out in the hall. She’s rocking a baby back and forth in her arms, smoothing back the hair on its head, smiling gently down at it. She’s humming under her breath.
You watch, feet rooted to the floor, voice lost somewhere in your chest.
She turns and sees you, and her eyes widen: you must look a fright, having slept half the night in a drain.
“Hello,” you whisper, in Greek. “I had to come back.”
Slowly, she nods. “I know,” she says. She moves towards the button and leans on it with her shoulder: the gate springs open towards you and she beckons you inside.
She keeps her distance when you step forwards. You move to the stairs and she presses her back to the wall.
“You’re one of hers,” you say, pointing upstairs. “Natalia. You work for her.” The woman stares at you blankly.
“I work in a grocery store,” she replies. You know she’s lying, instinctively.
“Goodnight,” you say, and you turn to climb the stairs. The baby gurgles in the woman’s arms.
Natalia’s door is locked when you get there. You twist the handle slowly, but the door doesn’t budge. Well. She’ll have to open it at some point. And you’ll be here, waiting, thinking of her and pleading with the empty air that this was not the wrong choice.
You sink to the floor, feet tucked beneath you, and rest your head against the sharp doorframe. The morning must come eventually.
And it does. The day breaks with a swoop of vertigo. Half-asleep, you throw your hands out as you fall, and your skinned palms hit the floor and slip, sending you face-first into the wood. Confused, disoriented, you suck in a breath with your cheek pressed to the cool floor. A pair of feet in fluffy blue socks stare back at you. Sweatpant cuffs. The air smells suddenly of vanilla.
She says your name: oh, how you’ve missed that, the way it falls from her mouth. She drops to a crouch, her cool hand on your temple, and she lifts your face so your eyes meet. You stare at her. The light on her hair, on her eyelashes. “Have you been out here all night?” Natalia asks.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble against her hands. “I’m sorry.” You turn your face into her palm and feel tears against your face.
She says your name again, commands you to look up at her. “You look awful,” she says, smoothing your hair back from your face. You grip her wrist.
“Natalia,” you say stupidly. She wipes her thumb under your eye. Now that you feel yourself cry it comes easier, and you shake with sobs like your ribcage is collapsing in.
“Oh, Jesus,” she breathes. “Come on, get up. Come inside.” You push weakly against the floor and struggle up and she hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you easily to your feet. “Don’t cry,” she says to you. She presses her palms to your cheeks. Her lips are trembling. “I’m glad you came back. I waited for you.”
“I thought you’d be angry,” you say. Your voice is small.
“I was,” Natalia says. “I was, I was, I’m not anymore.” You let out a long breath that ruffles her hair, and you dump your face into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” you tell her, muffled. “I should have come with you.” Natalia pulls away to give you a bewildered look.
“Come with me?” she asks. Her hands are gripping the back of your shirt like she’s afraid you’ll slip away again.
“When you left,” you say. Her face drops in an instant. “We could have gone together. I’m sorry. I was too scared.” Natalia swallows, and it seems to be a difficult action. She presses her palms to your spine.
“No, it’s okay,” she says. “I– I’m sorry I left.” You run your hands down her side, and you revel in the way you can touch her. No restraints between you now, no spitting anger. You can hold her. It almost hurts to realise it, and you go gently, you rest your hands on her hips just lightly. No space for harsh grips and tight holds. “Come inside,” she says, the words forming hot on your face. “You can have a shower. I’ll get you new clothes. We can– we should talk. You need to sleep, you really look terrible.”
“Asshole,” you tell her, with no heat behind the words. You frown at the ground. “I hate you.”
“Yeah,” Natalia says. She laughs a little. “Sure you do.”
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There must be a bird on the windowsill. Maybe a pigeon, or a mourning dove: you hear that tragic coo before you open your eyes. You’re curled up tight on the edge of the mattress, your wrists falling over the edge. When you lift your head, you can see a fan of red hair over the other pillow. You can feel her, warm beneath the sheets. She radiates heat like a heap of embers.
You reach out, across swathes of linen, feel for her hand beneath the covers. You hold it, palm to palm.
“Morning,” she says. Her voice is hoarse and low from sleep. It takes her a while to shift onto her side and look at you.
There’s a chunk of light streaming in through a gap in the curtains. It falls in a bright stripe over her face and she blinks against it. Hot, sharp things well up in your chest. You say nothing of them: you squeeze her hand.
Natalia reaches out and flicks a scrap of hair away from your eyes. She smiles and hums in approval.
“I missed you,” she says. You’re not all back yet, but you know what she means. You think it will take you a while to say these things back to her. They’re all there in your head, making room for themselves, but but but. Natalia’s hand rests on the side of your head. You watch her lazily. Her fingers explore your face, brushing the curve of your nose, your brow, your lips. “Can I kiss you?” she asks, shifting closer. Her face is unreadable, still as a rock.
You nod. She rises under the covers, an elbow beneath her digging into the mattress, she hovers over you, bends down and kisses you. She’s gentle with you, doesn’t press or push. You kiss her back and run your hands over her arms, down her sides. She makes a happy little sound against your lips, in the back of her throat.
Yes. This was the right choice.
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notes: so I think that’s probably the end, I might do one more instalment but i honestly dk at this point. but i love this series so if you guys want any oneshots from it please ASK FOR THEM and i’ll happily do them. requests will be joyfully received. also nat totally wears fluffy socks
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gumunderthetablee · 21 days
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Hey u guys!! I’ve been really inactive on here and I’m sry abt thaatt BUT !!! IVE GOT AN ADVERTISEMENT!!
Live been writing this rarepair fic recently. And I’d love if more people would give it a read!!
Is basically a slowburn flufffic between Clover and blueberry. I haven’t seen ANY media for this pair sooo I’m making my own lol!!!
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hiemalstar · 1 year
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niragi x reader - same thing, different font: disgusting kinks?
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oh boy, this one is going to piss people off. hello tumblr, im back again to rant about alice in borderland; however, this time, it has to do with the fandom itself.  niragi x readers. lets talk about it. DISCLAIMER 1. i am aware that it is called fanfiction for a reason. this is just my opinion, and my personal views on the niragi fanfiction community.  2. todays post contains topics that may cause discomfort such as rape. now that youve read the disclaimer, lets begin.
fanfiction - what are the stereotypes?
if youve read the title, you can see this will be discussing some stereotypes. now, like i said in the disclaimer, i am aware that fanfiction can be anything, and i have nothing against those who write it; i write fanfiction too! its fun to do so. though, when it comes to niragi x readers, or any niragi fic in general, there is absolutely no fucking differences. same thing, different font. to be more specific, the same reoccurring smutfic keeps coming up. niragi is at the beach, female y/n walks in, niragi fucks around w her, he rapes her and y/n gets off on it. oh my gods i gagged a little writing that last part. 
though, the rape is not what this section is about. that will tie in later, so keep it in mind. the stereotype is a pretty average thing to find; if you try to find a flufffic of niragi, you will find likely nothing. if you look for a niragi x m!reader fic, you will probably find at most three to four posts. the same thing.  the stereotype of niragi fanfics encourages the stereotype of niragi himself and his characters image. because most of these writers try to make it as accurate as possible to the media, it usually comes across as “aggressive bitch edges girl and she likes it”. what a headline guys! 
now if youve been on my page before, you already know i have a strong opinion on niragi and i think hes a pretty complex character that people dont pay attention to enough.  with a stereotyped fanfic around a stereotyped character with a controversial fanbase you end up with something like this. though, at one point, i started to notice that people writing these fanfics were not writing this out of the intentions of something i would have, like enjoying his character outside of stereotypes. no honey, i was wrong.
rape “kink” ; the ongoing interest in niragi fanfics
trigger warning this section is absolutely fucking vile and disgusting. scroll away if you find yourself disturbed with this topic.
heres where the rape ties in. the majority of these writers were NOT into niragis character because they see beyond his stereotypes, but because of his actions and stereotypes.thats right guys! this majority of writers im talking about are into rape. thats right! rape! the thing that traumatizes and even kills people!! i even saw some creators of niragi fanfics containing rape post or note on their work that “if you dont have a rape kink, what are you even doing looking at niragi smut??”  i am not a rape victim, but i am an sa victim. you do NOT want to be raped or sa'd. it is not erotic at all. it ruins you and has long term effects on your relationships and self.  please, if you are someone claiming to have a ‘rape kink’, i am begging you, to get help. this is not a kink, and i swear it has to be some sort of mental disorder, like people who are attracted to serial killers. 
conclusion
the reason why we have fanfics like this iss because of people identifying like this.  please be sure to share your opinion; i know this one wasnt exactly the most detailed, but lets be honest... i shouldnt even have to say this in general. 
anyway, considering the topic, how would u guys feel if i made niragi fanfics on ao3 outside of his stereotypes??? just an idea, if youd like to see that, lmk :) this is hiemal, signing outbye guys, make sure to leave suggestions!! <3
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jiyangsu · 6 months
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Daily Musings
An ode to FanFiction
Fanfiction - I love it to pieces.
I love the short one-shots that delve into a beloved characters psyche
I love the hilarious parodies and absurd Crackfics
I love the fanfics that are so long and so lovingly crafted they're novels in their own right.
I love the AU's, the Angst, the DarkFics, SmutFics, and FluffFics.
I love the creativity, the dedication, the passion, the sweat, the blood, and the tears, shared between author and reader.
I love fanfiction so much bothered I write a Tumblr post letting the world know.
So, if you're suffering from doubt or thinking no one wants to read my fanfic, I guarantee you someone out there will. Do not worry about the haters, the leeches, the gatekeepers, or the trolls. Write for the fandom you love. Write because someone needs to hear the story you have to tell. Write for yourself.
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veeisgayasf · 1 year
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grlawsme · 1 year
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#NewFanfic
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Title: Handcuffed
Summary: Luffy gets caught in Vegapunks's latest seastone handcuffs. Now immobilized, Nami gives him a hand. #FluffFic
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rogueddie · 1 year
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was originally on ao3, trying to organize a little :)
Steve wakes up and immediately hates himself.
He's so comfortable, warm. He didn't have any nightmares either. Can't remember what happened last night either. He tries to remember, but the last thing that he can remember clearly is Robin's worried face, warning him that he's already drank too much, "if you don't slow down you're gonna get alcohol poisoning! I won't hold your hair back, Harrington!"
He doesn't have a headache though. He doesn't feel sick or hungover at all, despite the blackout. He's only half-awake but knows he won't be able to go back to sleep now. He keeps his eyes closed anyway, hoping that maybe if he just pretends that he's fallen back to sleep then he will.
He's able to doze off for long while, vaguely aware of his leg warming up where it's sticking out the covers, assumable by the sun shinning through the gap in his curtains.
There's a soft hum behind him, someone shifting. It's then that he realizes that someone is spooning him, tucked tight against him. But it's so comfortable, makes something in his chest ease to have someone holding him, that he doesn't really care. Especially when they tighten their arms around him, just a little. Their nose presses into the back of his neck, the persons voice deep when they (he?) grumbles something unintelligible, sounding annoyed.
"Hangover?" Steve eventually asks. His voice is a little slurred, muffled a little because of how his face is still nuzzled into his pillow.
"Comfy," Eddie mumbles back. Tries to shift closer, wrapping his arms a little more secure around his torso.
Steve doesn't know if he's humming in agreement or because of how content he feels. He's not sure it matters anyway. He wonders if he drank so much last night that he might still be a little buzzed.
They lay in silence for another long moment. Eddie seems happy to just lay there too, so Steve isn't going to be the one to break the moment.
"How did we end up here?" Eddie eventually asks. He doesn't move away though.
"Fuck if I know. Don't really care, 's nice."
Eddie makes a curious noise, his arm staying curled around his chest as he lifts it to brush some of his hair off his neck. "You've got a hickey."
Steve finally opens his eyes. He's careful not to tense up, not wanting to freak Eddie out. Tries harder now to remember last night. "A hickey?"
"Yeah, right here." His finger gently rests on his neck. "You and Wheeler finally get your shit together?"
"Eddie, she-" Steve hesitates. He doesn't want to move but he needs to, shifts carefully so he can look Eddie in the eye. He thankfully stays curled around Steve. "Robin said she... told you. About, uh... stuff."
"That she's a lesbian."
"Yeah... did she not tell you, um... anything else? About her relationship, maybe?"
Eddie frowns for a moment, but then he finally catches up. "She's with Wheeler."
"Yeah."
"And they were the only other ones here last night."
"Exactly."
Eddie looks back to his neck and blushes. "Um. Ok... I'm, uh, sorry? For, like, taking advantage or whatever."
He's pulling away, taking all the warmth with him. Steve grabs his arm before he can get far, giving a sharp tug so he falls forward. He barely catches himself before faceplanting into Steves chest, but the rest of his front is pressed back against Steves side. He looks beautiful, hovering over him like this.
"I thought you were done with running away?"
Eddie blinks at him, looking dazed. "Yeah... I mean, if that's w-what you want?"
He looks so hopeful. Steve feels like an idiot. He's been complaining to Robin for so long, practically begging her to try and help him get a solid answer on whether or not Eddie could be interested in him too. He should have taken her advice to just go for it long before now.
Eddies breath hitches when Steve brings his hand up to cup his cheek, gently bringing his hand down along his jaw so he can touch his bottom lip with his thumb.
"You didn't take advantage," Steve does his best to sound disappointed, almost whining. "And here I thought birthday parties are supposed to be fun."
Eddie laughs, more of a huff. Grabs Steves wrist so he can turn his head and kiss the palm of his hand. Gently pulls his hand down onto the pillow, pulling his other wrist up too.
"Did you not have fun, big boy?" Eddie smirks, letting his eyes roam. Steve shakes his head, Eddie tutting. "Can't have that, can we?"
He finally leans down to kiss him. It's so soft, more like slow pecks. Just pressing their lips together, one of his thumbs gently rubbing against his wrist. It's not enough, yet too much, all at once. Barely there, no where near satisfying with how worked up Steve already is, yet...
It's so loving. Gentle, like Eddie thinks he's something precious. Something to be treasured. And when he pulls back, his cheeks are still red and he's looking at Steve like he hung the very stars.
"You're beautiful," Steve breathes.
Eddie sighs, like one of those love-sick girls in rom-coms he would be forced to go to on dates. It sounds better from him. "Is it too soon to say I love you? I mean, fuck. You're perfect."
"Perfect for you," Steve teases. Tries to lift a hand up, wanting to desperately to touch him, but Eddie keeps his wrists pinned. His breath hitches, which finally makes Eddies eyes darken. "I think I might love you too."
Eddie smiles soft, despite the maybe. "Well, now I have to wine and dine you."
"Those are the rules. Now, are you just gonna lay there and look at me? I was promised fun here, Munson, and you're doing a piss poor job."
He raises his eyebrows, but he's still grinning. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?"
"Yeah, punk, whatchu gonna do about it?"
And if he's walking a little funny when he finally goes downstairs for breakfast, that's nobody elses business.
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lateline · 2 years
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Hi! I don't know if you write for quackity but if you do could I request a quackity x reader where the reader is really shy and gets flustered easily?
Only if you're comfortable though!!
Thank you so much! :)
♥【Quackity, Mi Amor】♥
Pairing: cc!Quackity x gn!Reader Summary: Quackity teases you while you paint. [A/N] Thank you for the request! This one is very cute and I hope you enjoy reading it! <3
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You had many hobbies, painting being one of them. Although you were often busy with other things, you enjoyed taking time out to paint. Your boyfriend, Quackity quite enjoyed watching you do so, admiring you and your art. He often cracked a few jokes which put an even bigger smile on his face when they succeed in making you laugh.
Quackity was sitting outside with you, watching you paint the scenery. You were focusing on a few small details when Quackity says,
"You're cute when you're focused."
You freeze for a moment, your face turning bright red. "Shh, let me focus." You reply, trying to hide your obvious embarrassment. He chuckles and leans closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
"You're blushing." He whispers in a teasing tone. You could feel your face heating up even more. You couldn't say anything other than making little flustered noises which Quackity giggled in response to.
"I love you, mi amor." He says as he places small little kisses along your shoulder and neck, pulling you closer to him. You allow yourself to sink into his touch, giving up on finishing your painting.
You both laid there until sunset, laying comfortably in each other's arms.
You wouldn't change a single thing.
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larryfanfiction · 3 years
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Something In The Distance (So Close You Can Almost Taste It) by magicalou @namelesslights
Length: 180k
Louis was good. He was about to become the most successful racer in Formula 1. He had a clear path: break some records, win most races, then repeat it all again the next year.
Of course, that’s when Harry bloody Styles comes in.
OR, Louis is a Formula 1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari and Harry is a painter and sculptor, one of the most beloved from our time, and Louis's biggest pain in the ass.
Ao3, Chaptered, Completed
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violetvelourr · 1 year
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Illustration to chapter 16 of my second fanfic (I know I’m completely confusing people but I don’t know how to mark them properly so far 🙈).
It took ages to complete - both the chapter and the artwork.
I must admit, this is not my favourite chapter, mainly because of the (almost) absence of Kakashi and the slightly melancholic mood. But, alas. I can’t keep kicking it around any longer, I want to move on. So yeah, there it is 😁 for the true Arina fans (if there are any) 🙈
I’m absolutely in love with the artwork though. It was a nightmare doing all the details, but I really like how it turned out, even if I fantasized shamelessly with the interior. And I’m surprised that Hiruzen turned out so well even though I never managed to find proper reference…
Fun fact: Hiruzen is the most commonly pictured character (apart from #kakaari, that is) by me, haha 😆
He appears twice, while all other secondary characters I’ve pictured so far (Sakumo, Naruto, Iruka, Kurenai, Pakkun, Orochimaru) only had one time 😃
The picture itself is not related to a particular spot in the chapter – half of it is basically Arina chatting with Hiruzen.  
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Here’s a part of the conversation:
«“I’m sorry… I still can’t handle it properly – that this is not my world,” Arina sighed. “In my world this would be called ‘Japanese ink painting’ – by the name of the country, Japan. The few things I’ve managed to see here by now remind me of it, it’s fascinating. And, I guess, it’s just easier for me to perceive it this way…”
“Well that’s great then! I suppose, in this case you should be more or less comfortable here.” With these words Hiruzen turned around and got back to the table, sat down. Arina followed his example.
“I am not quite sure about that: Japan was not my home land, and I’ve never even been there. And even if I got there, everything would have been absolutely new to me – our cultures are very different. It’s good that at least I understand your language somehow…” Arina shifted a little, trying to get settled more comfortably without much success.»
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Sarutobi Hiruzen © Kishimoto Masashi
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d0enti · 4 months
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TBHK—“I'm much more when I'm with you”
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➵Summary:Hanako with a sleepy S/O
➵Warning:none
➵A/N:I just Had to write something for Hanako
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You were in class listening to the teacher lecture, or at least you tried to listen since it was hard to do so when Hanako kept hugging and kissing your cheek, even though Hanako kept bothering you, you also couldn't concentrate because of the fact you were sleepy really really sleepy you barely could keep you eyes open, you were always sleepy but not like right now you were more tired then usually, probably because you stayed awake last night to do something you honestly forgot was it homework or maybe you were catching up to watching anime?, honestly it doesn't matter. Unlike you Someone was concerned and that was your boyfriend Hanako he knew about you being sleepy but now you were barely standing so he had to do something, Hanako flew over to the teacher who just so happened to be Tsuchigomori-sensei his teacher back when he was still alive, when you weren't paying much attention Hanako whispered something to Tsuchigomori and after doing so Tsuchigomori started looking for something.
"Mx.[L/N], I forgot to bring my textbook please go to the staff room and bring it to me"
"Alright mr.Tsuchigomori"
You left the classroom and started walking towards the staff room before you noticed that Hanako grabbed your hand.
"hm? Hanako what are you doing?"
"I'm taking you to the bathroom to sleep and cuddle"
"But Mr.Tsuchigomori asked me to bring his textbook"
"I guess you are too sleepy to notice I asked him to let you leave,I noticed you seem more sleepy than usual so I had to, you're not mad at me cherry blossom are you?"
"even if I tried to, one way or another you will do something that makes me forgive you"
"of course I would do that after all I love youuuu"
"yeah yeah I know, you make it really obvious"
"I'm certainly glad I do now let's get to the bathroom faster so we can cuddle~!"
୨⎯ "Headcanons" ⎯୧
Hanako thinks it's adorable how sleepy you can be, he likes using it as an excuse for cuddles.
When he first met you he probably was worried you don't get enough sleep, but when he found out you were genuinely sleepy he calmed down a little
Hanako would have a little sleeping place under the window sill if you came to the bathroom sleepy he would take the blankets and pillows out and put it under the window sill and sit on it watching you sleep peacefully or sleep with you
When Hanako was alive we probably had a similar problem like you being always tired, but only because he stayed awake watching the stars though he did break that habit he sometimes would still do it
He probably asked Nene or Kou to buy you a plushie that can stay with you if he's at a meeting or with a little fear asks the Mokke to look after you while he's at it
Though sometimes he might take you with him and the rest of the supernatural will look at him holding you while you sleep they find it hilarious that he could be talking about something dangerous but then just look at you and peck your forehead before he continues
When Hanako was alive he used to sing a lot for Tsukasa if he couldn't sleep so if you can't sleep he gladly sings you something probably a song from back in his times if I had to say which one it probably would be "a fallen star" by Jim Reeves
If you are hungry Hanako would probably try to steal some food from the cafeteria and pray that Teru won't find him if he will Hanako will process to explain everything while yelling hoping Teru won't kill him and Teru probably won't
For Hanako you are just a cute sleepy bean and that's why he created [Y/N] protection squad with him Nene and Kou and by force the rest of supernatural does Akane count? Yes, yes he does
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