#he is very motherly somehow i can't explain it

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch

"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."

#;open starter #the wolf;patrick #the wolf;open #he's always the most difficult one GOSH #also you must envision he's saying this with this weird open deadpan stare where he #well how do i put it: he's clearly fucking with you but he does it with such an open genuine expression #i mean he does condone lying he's not lying here (LKDSG!!!) but he is also fucking around #so this is Patrick he's 37 or anywhere around that age he's agender primarily he/him pronouns bc whatever yknow #the agender vibes of WHATEVER i know what i'm talking about trust me i have a phd in agenderism #anyways he's an informant but about as unorthodox as you can imagine he's just fucking around and finding out frankly #very depressed very jumpy very good at hiding it lmao he's my darling ♥ #he is very motherly somehow i can't explain it #he has somewhat of a history in accidentally attempting to adopt powerful young women i don't know why he??? #knee-jerks into wanting to be a mother figure i don't know him that well you guys #like he met suki (ferre's kamipyre) for a few minutes one time and #days after he was wondering if she'd wore a jacket because it was cold out like-- #men don't get the same kindness if you're a charming kind-hearted competent warm and humorous DAD kind of guy he's unfortunately #emotionally attracted to you? unfortunately because he hates it~ but if you're any other kind of guy you're just... you're some guy to him #yes if you're young he'll adopt you too but begrudgingly-- KLDGFGKLFDHGJF #if you're a they/them you're his kid already are you kidding that's your mum #OH I JUST HAD A TERRIBLE THOUGHT so do you know om*g*verse?? regardless of how you feel about it #it do be a thing and i just had this horrible thought about how if pat were a real guy in an established canon #he'd probs get the feminisation treatment amiright?? NO LISTEN HE USED TO BE A HUGE WOLF #AND HE'S ACTUALLY FILLED WITH SO MUCH RAGE AND WRONGED PRIDE #patrick is gentle when he likes you and because he's Smart he doesn't just BITE out of nowhere he's always been like that #Fenris was known for being INCREDIBLY well-spoken BUT ALSO A HUGE PROUD WOLF #LIKE BIG WOLF-- it doesn't show but he's Very Proud and STRONG and ?????? #;queue #i picked a gif came back and realized i lost it there for a sec NO MATTER makes for good entertainment

[whateveriwant]

Dressing the 141 up in a couples Halloween costume

Price

Is initially pretty lukewarm to the idea because he thinks he's too old to dress up for Halloween :(((

But with just the right amount of convincing + puppy dog eyes from you, he'll eventually go along with it

However, he's adamant that he's not going to shave. So you either have to give him a bearded character or resign yourself to seeing a mustachioed fairy

In the end, you think he makes quite a dashing Captain Hook (move over Jason Isaacs, there's a new captain in town)

If it's a party you're dressing up for, he'll go and have a great time (i.e. get absolutely sloshed and terrorize people with the fake hook)

Gaz

Is suuuuuuper into Halloween because it's his favorite holiday

He goes all out every year. Like, all out. Like, we're talking planning 6+ months in advance levels of obsession

In fact, you're not even the one who brings up the idea of doing a couples costume. He does, and he already has a theme in mind: Star Wars

He has a hyper-detailed Han Solo costume ready to go, complete with the blaster and boots and everything (yes, he made it himself, and yes, he's very proud of it)

You'll end up being 45 minutes late to the party because he won't stop taking pictures of you two posing in your outfits

Soap

Isn't opposed to the idea of dressing up, but there's a slight problem… He's already promised someone else that he'll match with them

You're like ??? when he tells you that, but end up chuckling once you learn who said person is: his four year old niece

He's the gallant knight to her glittery princess, and he's planning on taking his role very seriously

But he'll feel bad for leaving you hanging, so he'll run to the store and buy a pair of wings and a tail so you can tag along as a dragon or smth

You'll end up skipping the party so you can go trick-or-treating with them, and have much more fun that way anyway

Ghost

Is by far the least on board with the idea

He vehemently wants nothing to do with it – the party, the dressing up, nada

It'll take so much begging and bartering on your part to get him to finally cave in (the specifics of what you offer him, I'll leave up to your imagination ;))

No matter what costume you choose for him, he's gonna be snarky about it

"How the hell 'm I supposed to see with this bloody triangle on my head?" "It's a pyramid, Si." "Tha's what I said."

He'll stay at the party until he thinks you're satisfied with his attendance, and then he's Irish goodbye-ing it out of there without a second thought

Bonus - Full squad costume

If you're somehow able to convince the whole squad to dress up together, there's only one theme I see them doing: the Hundred Acre Woods

Price would be Kanga because there's no one else that accurately emits that fatherly motherly aura

Gaz would joke that he's going as Roo to accompany Price, but will change it last second and show up as Piglet

Soap would bounce on Tigger before anyone else could claim him (he's sooo Tigger-coded, I can't explain, he just is)

And lastly, for Ghost, I can think of no better fit than the king of brooding himself: Eeyore <3

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #simon riley #john price #kyle garrick #john mactavish #tf 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Arvin and kieran meeting a shy but sweet new girl with this team.

Tapu koko who through some magical shenanigans can't be more then a mile away from the girl with out falling incredibly ill.

A motherly salazle who has a charm that allows her to talk English

A blood moon ursaluna who's the girls main body guard and hes very protective

And a female iron valiant who acts like a big sister. Who threatens anyone that if they hurt the girl she'll cut them down

Gotta say I appreciate the addition of Blood Moon Ursa. Officially my fav gen 9 ground type <3

............

Arven

The moment he met you, he realized you were too nice for your own good sometimes...being the shy and sweet transfer student who winds up being his partner in many classes.

He might tease you from time to time, although he lightens up only after he realizes Mabosstiff likes you--which mean he has to like you as well and not accidentally be too rude.

During battle studies, you two have a match and he's shook when you suddenly bring out Tapu Koko.

Somehow you have a powerful Alolan Guardian deity wrapped around your finger...yet you never once bragged about it.

But Arven fully believes you have a Ditto or Zorua who just chooses to impersonate a Tapu, wondering when it's gonna drop the act.

Soon he finds out that nope, it's the real deal, and you have some strange connection that doesn't allow it to wander too far from you.

Otherwise, it falls violently ill and its magic abilities are weakened.

You're certain it was hexed by someone who wanted to punish it for its mischief, so you've been travelling around hoping to find a "cure".

And ofc that meant Koko had to abandon its duties at Melemele Island and become your Pokémon. It was reluctant at first, but quickly became a loyal friend to you.

Eventually Arven meets the rest of your team, including a female Iron Valiant that escaped from the crater and made herself your ally after saving you from trouble.

She's your literal knight in shining armor, acting like a big sister figure instead of an emotionless robot programmed to attack.

Oftentimes she comes out of the pokeball herself if she senses you're in any kind of danger.

Blood Moon Ursaluna is another bodyguard of yours....who is MASSIVE and utterly terrifying.

All you did was go to Kitakami on a school trip and you suddenly come back with an ancient Ursaring variant/evolution??

How tf are you picking up so many dangerous Pokémon?

Just when he thinks Salazzle is the only "normal" one on your team...

He finds out that she can actually talk, addressing him by name and asking what he was cooking one day.

For a split second he thinks her pheromones/toxins were making him hallucinate...until he sees you having a full blown conversation with her.

It turns out that she developed the ability to speak human language, using it to scare off a group of male Salandits who were threatening you.

At first, she only ever said random words she picked up from humans, but you taught her how to speak coherently and gave her some books...and now she's 100% fluent in English.

All in all, Arven finds your team very...diverse.

You don't really do many Pokémon battles, as they all act like your bodyguards/friends instead. But then again he's never been too battle-crazy either (unlike a certain girl he knows who'd give ANYTHING to battle Tapu Koko).

Kieran

Your personality kinda reminds him of his old self: shy and sweet, oftentimes hiding behind protective figures, etc.

Part of him kinda hated it, but he was good at hiding it.

Was instantly impressed by your Pokémon team, especially the robotic-looking Gardevoir/Gallade hybrid.

Although being a country boi he's bewildered about her LED eyes and her robotic trills, and is definitely not too thrilled about all Pokémon looking like her in some distant/potential future.

Tapu Koko leaves him bewildered, especially when you explained your connection to it while it roamed around the coastal biome, reminiscing about its home in Alola.

He's heard rumors of the Blood Moon Ursaluna back in Kitakami, not caring for it as much as Ogerpon, but he NEVER expected to see that someone like you could have tamed it.

During a battle, Incineroar's flames almost burned you, and your Ursaluna was enraged and knocked him out with one Headlong Rush. Completely unprompted.

Since then Kieran made a point to instruct the feline to be more precise with his fire attacks..lest he became weak.

You impressed the League Club with your talking Salazzle...but at first he believes you're just being irritating and distracting..

Until she talks to him directly, and he's like "...oh wowzers..so you can understand me????"

That's the most shocked anyone in the club has ever seen their leader...

Being motherly as she is, your Salazzle often asks how he's feeling and how Hydrapple is....and he usually shuts down and tells her to mind her business.

But after Area Zero's events, when she asked him again he broke down crying and the poison/fire lizard lowkey panicked.

She had to get you to calm him down.

Since then you two have become close friends, and while in the beginning he was envious of your unique team (that also reminded him of somebody else), he realizes you thought his Hydrapple and battle setups were unique, too.

It honestly made his day.

#clanask #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon arven x reader #pokemon kieran #pokemon kieran x reader #female reader #tapu koko #salazzle #iron valiant #bloodmoon ursaluna #headcanons

[captainlunaxmen]

Be My Queen

Chapter 4

Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: a big reunion at the hospital.

Chapter warnings: mention of non-con. The reader sort of summarises what happened to her.

I open my eyes and I see white. All white. My sight is still groggy and I can't figure out where I am. I just know that I'm laying on a bed.

I start to hear voices around me.

"Are you sure she's gonna be okay?"

Dustin.

"For the millionth time, yes"

Max.

"Well, I'm sorry if I'm fucking worried" he snaps, rather harshly.

"So are we, Dustin," Max replies just as harshly.

Alright, I'm in the hospital.

"Okay can we all please just calm down?" this is Steve.

"What the hell even happened? How could that... veiny monster manage to hurt her like that? Why? Wasn't he like on love or something?" And that's Robin rambling.

"We told you what she told us." Max sighs "she was very weak when she woke up... so maybe when she gets better she could explain better... I don't know"

I do hope I could explain.

"Does anyone know how Eddie's doing?" Dustin asks.

Eddie? Did something happen to him?

I slowly move to sit up, catching their attention.

"Hey hey hey, careful there, sweetheart" Steve's immediately by my side helping me sit up.

"Did... did something happen... to Eddie?" I weakly say.

As I speak I feel a harsh pain in my neck, I hiss holding my hand to my neck and feeling the bandages.

"Careful, please" Steve whispers to me.

"He... he's been bitten by... by those bats, he lost lots of blood..." Dustin starts to explain, and hearing his voice break only makes me tense more.

"We managed to bring him back though" Robin rushes out "we got him here too, we just don't know how he is doing"

That somehow feels like a relief, a small one, but it's still something.

"How do you feel?" Max asks sitting beside me and I go to hold her hand.

"I'm okay," I say when I look at her I see her looking down, almost guilty. "Hey... what's wrong?"

She just stays silent.

"Could you... could you guys leave us a minute?" I ask.

"Sure"

"Yeah"

They all walk out, Steve smiles at me sweetly before closing the door.

"What's wrong, Mayfield?" I ask again, nudging her shoulder.

"I just... when I saw you falling to the ground, not being able to help you... I thought we lost you, I just... I just felt like it was my fault" she admits.

"How was that your fault?" I ask confused.

"You did it to save me"

"So? Max, it's not like you pushed me into Vecna's grasp. I wanted to." I give her hand a little reassuring squeeze "plus, you could protest all you wanted, I wouldn't have let you."

"And you almost died"

"But I didn't" I smile "Max, stop being so hard on yourself, okay? Please? For me?"

I jokingly pout, batting my eyelashes, it makes her laugh and roll her eyes.

"Okay," she says quietly.

"Promise?"

"Promise" she smiles looking at me, I notice her eyes are a little glossy so I hug her with one arm.

We hear a knock on the door and then Steve comes in.

"Hey, they just told us." He smiles relieved "Eddie's okay."

"Really?" I ask and Steve nods, "Oh god... can we see him?"

"Well, we can, you gotta stay there a little longer and rest," Steve says.

"No fucking way," I say, moving my arm away from Max and I try to get out of bed.

Steve immediately rushes to me to prevent me from getting up.

"No no, the doctors say you need to rest for a few days if we want you to recover properly, so that is what you're going to do" Steve basically orders.

"He's in motherly mode, you're in trouble, L/n" Max teases as she goes to walk out of the room.

"C'mon, Steve. Please" I try to beg, pulling the best puppy eyes I can.

"No-uh, you too lost a lot of blood, and I'm not letting you strive... especially when you have no forces left in you." His expression is stern, crossing his arms. I gotta say he looks really hot like that.

"But-"

"No buts" he holds his finger up to stop me, "the doctors say he's fine and out of trouble. He's still gonna be there when you recover properly"

"Fuck... fine." I move back up on the bed (with Steve's help).

"Now" he sat down on a chair beside my bed, "you think you can tell me what happened?"

I take a deep breath and he holds my hands in his, stroking my knuckles to reassure me.

"We went into the house and when we got your signal I started to call for him." I start "at first I thought it wasn't working, or that he wasn't falling for it... then he was there. But he didn't show himself as the monster Max described, he was still a man."

"Why?" Steve asks confused.

"He... he said he didn't want me to see him like that. He wanted me to look at him."

"And... then?" He's hesitant to ask.

"He caged me" I look down at our hands, "he says he would've helped me remember him. Then... he kissed me." Steve tenses, but I continue "when he started to... to touch me I ran. I found myself in the Lab where... he caged me... again. But before he could... before he..."

"It's okay, love"

"Before he could do more, El arrived, I don't know how, why, but she arrived and they started to fight."

"He managed to hurt you before she arrived?" Steve asks.

"No, uh... El and I ran and we arrived in Vecna's mind, the place Max described you know? There he trapped me and... he wanted to leave a mark so I could remember him..." I brush away a tear that fell and blink a few times to prevent more tears from escaping "then I woke up"

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Y/n" He says holding hands a little tighter.

"Please, Steve. It's not your fault." I say "and before you try to say some shit like 'I should've been there with you' don't. Plus you were needed somewhere else."

I smile at him and he just shakes his head.

"You're unbelievable," he says smiling at me.

"Why?"

"Because you knew exactly what I was gonna say" he chuckles.

"Well... you're pretty predictable, Harrington" I joke.

He looks at me raising his eyebrows, faking offence.

"Predictable? Me?"

I nod.

"I'll give you predictable," he says before moving up to kiss me.

I gasp surprised, but I kiss him back right away. One of Steve's hands moves to cup my jaw gently, careful not to touch the bandages.

When he pulls away he gives my nose a little peck before sitting back down.

I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heating up.

"Alright... alright, Harrington. You got me there" I smile.

"Told you" he winks.

A knock interrupts us.

I'm surprised to see Jason walking in, flower in hand, I was expecting one of the kids or even the police, definitely not Jason of all people.

"Hi" he waves awkwardly.

"Uh... hi" I wave back.

"What do you want?" Steve snaps.

"I... just wanted to apologise," He says.

"I'm not the one you should apologise to," I tell him.

"I know... no.. well, I do have to apologise to you too actually." He says "I wasn't exactly nice to you either"

I just nod, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry," he says, I look him in the eyes and for once I see he means it.

"Thanks" I softly say.

Jason then comes close to hand me the flower he brought.

"Thought you might like it... I.. yeah I'm gonna apologise to Munson too, I swear" he promises.

"You better" I warn.

With that, he walks out of the room without saying another word.

"That was weird" Steve mutters.

"Oh.. definitely" I agree, I pause for a moment, "so..."

Steve looks at me with a tender smile.

"So?"

"Can I go see Eddie now?" I ask.

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"I rested long enough" I defend.

"I said no," he repeats.

"Shit," I mumble.

"You're gonna rest. End. Of. Discussion." He says this with a proud smirk.

"I hate you, Harrington" I playfully scoff.

"I definitely felt hate in that kiss," he says leaning towards me to kiss me again before I could reply.

There's another knock on the door followed by a grinning Dustin.

"Yes?" Steve asks.

"We tried to stop him, but he didn't want to listen" Dustin answers. "So now he's your problem"

"Thanks, Henderson, now get out of the way"

Eddie's limping figure appears from the doorway, walking with difficulty towards the bed.

"Eddie!" I exclaim trying to get off the bed.

"Easy there, sweetheart. I'm coming there" He tells me, Steve stands up to let him sit in the chair next to me, while Steve sits on the bed.

"How do you feel?"

"You alright?"

We ask at the same time.

"I'm okay, sweetheart." He grabs my hand in his "You?"

"Better knowing that all of you are alive, at least" I smile at him.

"We're all alive"

"Did Jason apologise?" Steve asks.

"Yeah... weirdest shit that happened in the last few days" Eddie laughs.

"Right?" I laugh with them. "He brought a flower"

"He better not try anything with my girl" he casually says.

"Your girl?" Steve raises an eyebrow at him "Our girl"

"Calm down, both of you" I chuckle "plus... you, sir, haven't kissed me yet"

"What?.. you mean Harrington didn't wait?" He points an accusatory finger at Steve "not fair"

"Not my fault. She looked so pretty, calling me predictable and stuff" Steve defends himself.

Without saying another word Eddie slowly moves up to kiss me and, just like with Steve, I immediately reciprocate.

The kiss is sweet and soft, like Steve's, but in Eddie's there is also a hint of neediness.

"Alright, we agreed to share, didn't we?" Steve jokes.

"Give me a break, I almost died!" Eddie replies chuckling.

"So did I!"

"We all almost died" I interrupt their bickering.

"You more than us" Steve points an accusatory finger at me "don't you ever do that again. You hear me?"

"You know I would, Steve. A hundred times if necessary" I tell him grabbing his hand.

"Hopefully that won't be necessary" Eddie takes my hand in his.

"Yeah... hopefully" I smile at them, it's a forced smile like I'm afraid this is just a dream and that Vecna actually won.

"Hey" Steve gently shakes my hand "it's over. He can't hurt you no more, he can't hurt anyone"

"I know..." I force out another smile "it's just... I don't know... he did make sure I'll remember him"

I see Eddie glancing at my neck, taking a deep breath he stands up and slowly lifts his shirt to show us his side.

"Eddie..." I instinctively reach out to caress his wounded skin.

"We'll just help you forget him" he smiles sitting back down.

"Eddie... do they hurt?" I ask.

"Not that badly. Not anymore." He shrugs, grabbing my hand again "yours, love?"

"Same" I gently smile "what about you, Harrington? Your neck?"

"It's all good."

"We all have scars on our bodies. We're perfect" Eddie jokes clapping his hands together.

"Yeah, let's start a club" I laugh, hissing slightly from the pain in my neck.

"Or... a relationship" Steve hints.

"Or a relationship" Eddie and I agree.

"But... how... how does it work?" Eddie asks with a timid chuckle.

"However the fuck we want," I say.

Steve and Eddie laugh.

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We spent the most afternoon talking and laughing (despite the pain) then Steve, being the rightful mom of the group, sent Eddie back to his hospital room so we can both rest.

"Alright... uh... you know I can stay here, it's really not a problem" Steve tries one more time to convince me to let him stay.

"Steve, love, I'm fine. Go get some rest yourself. You need it too" I tell him.

"You sure?" He asks again.

"Yes" I laugh at his stubbornness "C'mon, give me a kiss goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow"

"Tomorrow morning. I promise" he swears, leaning down to give me a proper kiss.

"Sure. Bye, Steve" I tell him.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he says and then walks out.

I lie down, trying to get some sleep.

I repeat to myself "it's over. It's over. It's finally over"

Probably, letting Steve stay here would've been better, but he needs rest just like Eddie and I do. So I take a deep breath and start to think about Eddie and Steve and the kids. Slowly I feel myself finally fall asleep.

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steddie x reader #steddie

[lunamadhatter99]

Be My Queen

SteveHarringtonXFem!readerXEddieMunson

Part 4

Here's part 4, hope you'll like it. I'm not sure it's my best work, but I've been feeling mentally bad for some time so I kept it a little shorter than usual.

Chapter summary: a big reunion at the hospital.

Chapter warning: mention of non-consensual touching. The reader sort of summarise what happened to her, not explicitly, but still.

Tag list:

@once-upon-an-imagine

@munsonology

@cutepumpkin4

@summerbrooksblog

@iheartmyguitars

@trickylittlewitch

@eddiesguitarskills

@justheretoreadleavemealone

I open my eyes and I see white. All white. My sight is still groggy and I can't figure out where I am. I just know that I'm laying on a bed.

I start to hear voices around me.

"Are you sure she's gonna be okay?"

Dustin.

"For the millionth time, yes"

Max.

"Well, I'm sorry if I'm fucking worried" he snaps, rather harshly.

"So are we, Dustin," Max replies just as harshly.

Alright, I'm in the hospital.

"Okay can we all please just calm down?" this is Steve.

"What the hell even happened? How could that... veiny monster manage to hurt her like that? Why? Wasn't he like on love or something?" And that's Robin rambling.

"We told you what she told us." Max sighs "she was very weak when she woke up... so maybe when she gets better she could explain better... I don't know"

I do hope I could explain.

"Does anyone know how Eddie's doing?" Dustin asks.

Eddie? Did something happen to him?

I slowly move to sit up, catching their attention.

"Hey hey hey, careful there, sweetheart" Steve's immediately by my side helping me sit up.

"Did... did something happen... to Eddie?" I weakly say.

As I speak I feel a harsh pain in my neck, I hiss holding my hand to my neck and feeling the bandages.

"Careful, please" Steve whispers to me.

"He... he's been bitten by... by those bats, he lost lots of blood..." Dustin starts to explain, and hearing his voice break only makes me tense more.

"We managed to bring him back though" Robin rushes out "we got him here too, we just don't know how he is doing"

That somehow feels like a relief, a small one, but it's still something.

"How do you feel?" Max asks sitting beside me and I go to hold her hand.

"I'm okay," I say when I look at her I see her looking down, almost guilty. "Hey... what's wrong?"

She just stays silent.

"Could you... could you guys leave us a minute?" I ask.

"Sure"

"Yeah"

They all walk out, Steve smiles at me sweetly before closing the door.

"What's wrong, Mayfield?" I ask again, nudging her shoulder.

"I just... when I saw you falling to the ground, not being able to help you... I thought we lost you, I just... I just felt like it was my fault" she admits.

"How was that your fault?" I ask confused.

"You did it to save me"

"So? Max, it's not like you pushed me into Vecna's grasp. I wanted to." I give her hand a little reassuring squeeze "plus, you could protest all you wanted, I wouldn't have let you."

"And you almost died"

"But I didn't" I smile "Max, stop being so hard on yourself, okay? Please? For me?"

I jokingly pout, batting my eyelashes, it makes her laugh and roll her eyes.

"Okay," she says quietly.

"Promise?"

"Promise" she smiles looking at me, I notice her eyes are a little glossy so I hug her with one arm.

We hear a knock on the door and then Steve comes in.

"Hey, they just told us." He smiles relieved "Eddie's okay."

"Really?" I ask and Steve nods, "Oh god... can we see him?"

"Well, we can, you gotta stay there a little longer and rest," Steve says.

"No fucking way," I say, moving my arm away from Max and I try to get out of bed.

Steve immediately rushes to me to prevent me from getting up.

"No no, the doctors say you need to rest for a few days if we want you to recover properly, so that is what you're going to do" Steve basically orders.

"He's in motherly mode, you're in trouble, L/n" Max teases as she goes to walk out of the room.

"C'mon, Steve. Please" I try to beg, pulling the best puppy eyes I can.

"No-uh, you too lost a lot of blood, and I'm not letting you strive... especially when you have no forces left in you." His expression is stern, crossing his arms. I gotta say he looks really hot like that.

"But-"

"No buts" he holds his finger up to stop me, "the doctors say he's fine and out of trouble. He's still gonna be there when you recover properly"

"Fuck... fine." I move back up on the bed (with Steve's help).

"Now" he sat down on a chair beside my bed, "you think you can tell me what happened?"

I take a deep breath and he holds my hands in his, stroking my knuckles to reassure me.

"We went into the house and when we got your signal I started to call for him." I start "at first I thought it wasn't working, or that he wasn't falling for it... then he was there. But he didn't show himself as the monster Max described, he was still a man."

"Why?" Steve asks confused.

"He... he said he didn't want me to see him like that. He wanted me to look at him."

"And... then?" He's hesitant to ask.

"He caged me" I look down at our hands, "he says he would've helped me remember him. Then... he kissed me." Steve tenses, but I continue "when he started to... to touch me I ran. I found myself in the Lab where... he caged me... again. But before he could... before he..."

"It's okay, love"

"Before he could do more, El arrived, I don't know how, why, but she arrived and they started to fight."

"He managed to hurt you before she arrived?" Steve asks.

"No, uh... El and I ran and we arrived in Vecna's mind, the place Max described you know? There he trapped me and... he wanted to leave a mark so I could remember him..." I brush away a tear that fell and blink a few times to prevent more tears from escaping "then I woke up"

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Y/n" He says holding hands a little tighter.

"Please, Steve. It's not your fault." I say "and before you try to say some shit like 'I should've been there with you' don't. Plus you were needed somewhere else."

I smile at him and he just shakes his head.

"You're unbelievable," he says smiling at me.

"Why?"

"Because you knew exactly what I was gonna say" he chuckles.

"Well... you're pretty predictable, Harrington" I joke.

He looks at me raising his eyebrows, faking offence.

"Predictable? Me?"

I nod.

"I'll give you predictable," he says before moving up to kiss me.

I gasp surprised, but I kiss him back right away. One of Steve's hands moves to cup my jaw gently, careful not to touch the bandages.

When he pulls away he gives my nose a little peck before sitting back down.

I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heating up.

"Alright... alright, Harrington. You got me there" I smile.

"Told you" he winks.

A knock interrupts us.

I'm surprised to see Jason walking in, flower in hand, I was expecting one of the kids or even the police, definitely not Jason of all people.

"Hi" he waves awkwardly.

"Uh... hi" I wave back.

"What do you want?" Steve snaps.

"I... just wanted to apologise," He says.

"I'm not the one you should apologise to," I tell him.

"I know... no.. well, I do have to apologise to you too actually." He says "I wasn't exactly nice to you either"

I just nod, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry," he says, I look him in the eyes and for once I see he means it.

"Thanks" I softly say.

Jason then comes close to hand me the flower he brought.

"Thought you might like it... I.. yeah I'm gonna apologise to Munson too, I swear" he promises.

"You better" I warn.

With that, he walks out of the room without saying another word.

"That was weird" Steve mutters.

"Oh.. definitely" I agree, I pause for a moment, "so..."

Steve looks at me with a tender smile.

"So?"

"Can I go see Eddie now?" I ask.

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"I rested long enough" I defend.

"I said no," he repeats.

"Shit," I mumble.

"You're gonna rest. End. Of. Discussion." He says this with a proud smirk.

"I hate you, Harrington" I playfully scoff.

"I definitely felt hate in that kiss," he says leaning towards me to kiss me again before I could reply.

There's another knock on the door followed by a grinning Dustin.

"Yes?" Steve asks.

"We tried to stop him, but he didn't want to listen" Dustin answers. "So now he's your problem"

"Thanks, Henderson, now get out of the way"

Eddie's limping figure appears from the doorway, walking with difficulty towards the bed.

"Eddie!" I exclaim trying to get off the bed.

"Easy there, sweetheart. I'm coming there" He tells me, Steve stands up to let him sit in the chair next to me, while Steve sits on the bed.

"How do you feel?"

"You alright?"

We ask at the same time.

"I'm okay, sweetheart." He grabs my hand in his "You?"

"Better knowing that all of you are alive, at least" I smile at him.

"We're all alive"

"Did Jason apologise?" Steve asks.

"Yeah... weirdest shit that happened in the last few days" Eddie laughs.

"Right?" I laugh with them. "He brought a flower"

"He better not try anything with my girl" he casually says.

"Your girl?" Steve raises an eyebrow at him "Our girl"

"Calm down, both of you" I chuckle "plus... you, sir, haven't kissed me yet"

"What?.. you mean Harrington didn't wait?" He points an accusatory finger at Steve "not fair"

"Not my fault. She looked so pretty, calling me predictable and stuff" Steve defends himself.

Without saying another word Eddie slowly moves up to kiss me and, just like with Steve, I immediately reciprocate.

The kiss is sweet and soft, like Steve's, but in Eddie's there is also a hint of neediness.

"Alright, we agreed to share, didn't we?" Steve jokes.

"Give me a break, I almost died!" Eddie replies chuckling.

"So did I!"

"We all almost died" I interrupt their bickering.

"You more than us" Steve points an accusatory finger at me "don't you ever do that again. You hear me?"

"You know I would, Steve. A hundred times if necessary" I tell him grabbing his hand.

"Hopefully that won't be necessary" Eddie takes my hand in his.

"Yeah... hopefully" I smile at them, it's a forced smile like I'm afraid this is just a dream and that Vecna actually won.

"Hey" Steve gently shakes my hand "it's over. He can't hurt you no more, he can't hurt anyone"

"I know..." I force out another smile "it's just... I don't know... he did make sure I'll remember him"

I see Eddie glancing at my neck, taking a deep breath he stands up and slowly lifts his shirt to show us his side.

"Eddie..." I instinctively reach out to caress his wounded skin.

"We'll just help you forget him" he smiles sitting back down.

"Eddie... do they hurt?" I ask.

"Not that badly. Not anymore." He shrugs, grabbing my hand again "yours, love?"

"Same" I gently smile "what about you, Harrington? Your neck?"

"It's all good."

"We all have scars on our bodies. We're perfect" Eddie jokes clapping his hands together.

"Yeah, let's start a club" I laugh, hissing slightly from the pain in my neck.

"Or... a relationship" Steve hints.

"Or a relationship" Eddie and I agree.

"But... how... how does it work?" Eddie asks with a timid chuckle.

"However the fuck we want," I say.

Steve and Eddie laugh.

-----------

We spent the most afternoon talking and laughing (despite the pain) then Steve, being the rightful mom of the group, sent Eddie back to his hospital room so we can both rest.

"Alright... uh... you know I can stay here, it's really not a problem" Steve tries one more time to convince me to let him stay.

"Steve, love, I'm fine. Go get some rest yourself. You need it too" I tell him.

"You sure?" He asks again.

"Yes" I laugh at his stubbornness "C'mon, give me a kiss goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow"

"Tomorrow morning. I promise" he swears, leaning down to give me a proper kiss.

"Sure. Bye, Steve" I tell him.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he says and then walks out.

I lie down, trying to get some sleep.

I repeat to myself "it's over. It's over. It's finally over"

Probably, letting Steve stay here would've been better, but he needs rest just like Eddie and I do. So I take a deep breath and start to think about Eddie and Steve and the kids. Slowly I feel myself finally fall asleep.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x you

[pithyorangecurd]

oh i am looking directly at those tags. i am rotating your martin in my brain like a rotisserie chicken. low empathy martin who’s had to struggle to figure out the behaviors it takes to appear compassionate was already very close to my heart, but yours comes with all these arbitrary rules in place, this set value of himself - is it that he values himself so little that he would have a hard time respecting people who actually fall for his song and dance? or what is it?

Something about an inherited hatred.

Martin has to be the one who takes care of people because he always has. He had to take care of his terminally ill mother who hated him. Had to give up everything he could have dreamt of to take care of her; dropped out of school in his final year, got a job too early, dead end into dead end, lied his way into a position where he worked library for the next five years.

A careful mix of victims of the lonely loving the loneliness and Martin's own misconceptions and personal form of seclusion. They [victims of the lonely] hate being with other people, and they can meld into society in a way where you almost don't notice how they hate it but you can't fully get rid of it. Its an awkward discomfort that they just cant erase. And the only way Martin learned to love was through taking care of people by force.

His mother never explained things to him and it infuriated him, broke his heart. Everything would be so simple if people just talked about it. Except.

Thats not true.

It just feels like it.

How could she admit that she didn't hate Martin for anything he did, but for his face. How could she look her husband in the face and tell him how much power he still had over her after the dust settled, and the burden was left in her already sick hands. How would that explanation ever help anything, and do anything except hurt him more.

So Martin's got it in his head that the way he can make himself lovable is through being useful. Doting, past the point of discomfort. That the problem in everything is that nobody will just talk about their issues. Nevermind that the issue could very well be just that they just don't like you. If he looks in the mirror he can see the ghost of why it would be his fault they don't like him. He can understand it. It's his face. He doesn't.... smile right.

Martin who feels like if he's earnest enough the hate will break and everyone will forgive him for an imagined sin and if everyone talks it out all of their problems will work... somehow. It's how it's supposed to work. That's the rule. Thats how things are supposed to work. It infuriates him to no end that they won't do the simple work it takes to fix things when it's just words away.

But at the end of the day Martin doesn't want a conversation, there are plenty of conversations had. Martin wants this imaginary conversation where everyone has a reasonable answer that he can smile and offer a cup of tea away. And life doesn't work like that. And if it did he wouldn't like it. Wouldn't know how to react if someone gave him open affection.

The person Martin falls for is Jon.

Not kind and funny Sasha, not flirty sort of skanky Tim, not any of the people he worked with for five years before. He fell for his boss, an unattainable position, who Hates him, who goes on record to shit talk him so one can only assume how much worse Jon is to him in person. We hear him talk to Martin to recordings and he's just as unpleasant then, and full of under the breath bitchings about mistakes and insults and hints of lies hes caught Martin in. Martin chose the unattainable position that hates him that doesn't have time to get to know him and doesn't have the patience to care about his struggle. Martin found his mother in those archives.

It's very telling to Martin's character that he's the lonely because he hates people for it. He hates people, and his facade to pretend he doesn't so nobody thinks he's weird is to be the nice chipper sort of motherly a bit naggy coworker. Hard working and earnest but just messes up.

Some nice little peeks in is that Martin opens this line of dialogue, intending to fix the s2 era of jontim hatred. He's on the record as trying several times beforehand but he's never succeeded. But it's not a conversation Martin's willing to have, because it's not what he wants to hear. He's heard it before, Jon's being sketchy again, jons "stalking them" jons "acusing them of murder" jons doing this He's doing that. So what that he is. God forbid men do anything. That's no reason to have him fired.

And Tim brings up in season two that this is supernatural and Martin dismisses that as far fetched. While in the distortion.

While in season one he has this exchange with Jon.

And right after he says this to Tim he follows into THIS handsome little lead.

Martin just looking for a reason to call Tim paranoid, and that he's being ridiculous. I don't have time to find it rn but somewhere in s5 Martin and Jon try to discuss jons monster side and he digs his heels in and refuses to listen to him changing at all. If he ignores it it isn't happening. All throughout s5 Martin is doing that when he refuses to listen to the stories, refuses to listen to jons explanation of things calling him cryptic and annoying for it when that's. The real literal explanation.

Granted its the end of the world and he feels like he's losing Jon.

But MARTIN'S the one who always always always demands an explanation, a dialogue, to explain what's happening why this is happening what Jon feels about this. And hes always the one who gets mad when it's not what he wants to hear.

Martin and Jon work because Jon can't love Martin, and when he can Martin is literally the only person left for him. Just like his mother. And he still doesn't trust him. Knows Jon will lie to him, and run away to leave him behind. And hes right.

Mmm I have work in a little bit. So I don't really have time to fix this into something that makes sense. But tldr Martin is lonely coded and the way he was raised made his evasionary tactic into a love language that has never once worked and he hides behind that.

#i dont think this will make sense bc im jumping thoughts but i haven't slept and i have work #good luck. my love.

[helenana666]

Hi, I'm a little confused since when the fandom started with the mom Jolyne thing? Maybe I'm not current in the fandom as much as I was but can you explain it? People literally Jolyne is like a mom friend or something seriously?

Hey anon, well not much as I think, at least in the Hispanic fandom doesn't Tumblr either, YouTube either, is always the Twitter or Tiktok mfs who barely can read lol okno.

This is somehow new(? Bc I mean if fandom always had Jolyne as this motherly figure it would be very strong and popular in the Japanese fandom but nah, they actually think of Jolyne as a rebel type.

Everything started in Twitter some famous account started to give their hc about Jolyne I think, but this one specifically took too much force than other accounts dedicated to Jolyne and to analyze her started to say Jolyne was in fact like a mother figure to Emporio due to the one single quote Araki did about the mother Mary mother of Jesus and her influence in his work, but he was talking only referring to Erina, Holy and Lucy because the implications there are more than clear. Basically Jojo fans being Jojo fans, They take a single line of Araki out of context to make the most inaccurate takes ever (like when ppl started to say that Araki hated Jonathan, Josuke traveled in time to save himself, etc.)

Araki sensei takes lots of inspiration in the Bible and Greek mythology, but as I explained, Jolyne is not the case, for me (Pretty sure other fans had noticed this but I can't tell if it's 100% acurrate) Jolyne is the perfect thesis of the last Jojos before her, she is so human and real,taking the best aspects of her father and the other Jojos.

This is also personal, but I think Jolyne has some parallels with Eve, being the only and the first female protagonist, we always see Eve as the guilty of everything bad in humanity, but from another philosophical point, Eve is the one who grants humanity free will, the reason why we are free to decide our own destiny away from divine influence. So, Jolyne in this point of view does it too! She is sexually open, curious and most important she saved the humanity and giving them freedom, escaping from Pucci's influence and power, through Emporio, just like Eve did with an apple(? Paradoxically, people also tend to blame Jolyne a lot for what happened to Pucci and Jotaro's death and cannot see her struggle as a noble act where she wins! But Again, Jojo fans misunderstanding everything.

#helenatalks #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jolyne cujoh #jotaro kujo #jolyne kujo

[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-year Blood War ep 8 review

There really isn't that much to say about the episode, so instead, I'll just gush over a few characters and point out a few things I found interesting~.

First of all, Zero Squad is here! They're talking, moving, and in colors! Really loved their comical appearance and the fact Ichigo was mostly 'wth' in the rest of the episode once they appeared on the screen! Just so happy Zero Squad got introduced, and while they appeared like a bunch of clowns, there was still this menacing aura in them which told everybody they were the real deal.

Did anyone else notice Senjumaru was floating? I wonder how that works. Oh, and extra her arms sounded very mechanical. Loved the fact they added that little sounds each time she moved her hands. And gosh! She is so pretty and her voice is just perfect. Also, it was a lovely plus to see her annoying Mayuri. Like lol. Mayuri was so done in this episode. At first, he had to explain to some teen (Ichigo) about the mechanics of Zanpakuto and how it couldn't be fixed and then Senjumaru strolls and is trolling him, lol. xD

It was also nice how the sound planners had added that little jiggle-movement sound when Kirio talked. I can't wait to hear/read anime-only watchers' reactions to Kirio's big reveal! But man, was she very motherly. I liked the fact they had emphasized that on her.

On another note, Shinji sounded somehow odd. I know some people have questioned if his voice actor changed, but I don't think so? Not sure, but he wasn't anymore so jovial and the accent he usually had was gone or toned down a lot...I know things are grim, but the accent was still lacking somehow. At least from my mind. I don't know. He just sounded so...normal.

Tenjiro, on another hand. Lol. His punk-like attitude, the way he talked...all of that was very amusing to watch. I liked the fact he annoyed Unohana, hinting about her background and the fact 'you're lesser healer than I!' ...and in the next moment Tenjiro gets hit to his head, lol. xD

When Senjumaru grabbed Renji, Byakuya, Rukia, and Ichigo's Zanpakuto I always wondered one thing, and now more so, why the Zero Squad didn't take Kenpachi with them? I mean, it was literally stated in the episode's beginning, he too was in critical condition (along with Byakuya), and if Unohana was so "bad" healer, according to Tenjiro, why they didn't take him too? Because they were scared once Kenpachi would be able to move even liiittle bit, he would crash and burn the whole Zero Squad?

One other thing that bothered me was the fact Kuukaku admitted she and Ganju knew about Ichigo's father. In the manga (as far as I remember) it wasn't ever stated if they did. That kind of implies since the beginning they did and man...that just adds to the weight of making things more complicated than needed to be, because talking isn't sexy. I know Bleach manga is from the time when talking wasn't sexy, but even so...it had always bothered me when people don't talk to each other about important things, creating unnecessary drama. I know some things are better to left unsaid or to be told later on, but when the cat is already out of the bag? Erm, communication, anyone?

I think the suspension element of 'who is that mysterious guy with Urahara, Orihime, and Chad' kind of got ruined in the anime. I know in the manga it was a bit easier because you can't actually hear the people talking and in the anime, you can (and let's admit it, Junichi Suwabe has a very recognizable voice if you've heard his voice acting before), but I was kind of hoping they would have managed to circle that somehow. Oh well. I bet all Grimmjow fans are overjoyed their favorite will soon come!

I have to talk about Juushiro. He looked very handsome in this episode. Tired, but so did everybody else from Gotei 13, but even so...extremely handsome. We got some good shots of him.

This also made me realize the fact Kyoraku (a bit spoiler coming now for anime-only watchers) is a somewhat natural choice to continue after Yamamoto. All the flashbacks of him and Yamamoto, and the fact how he handled the whole ordeal came to others mourning Yamamoto's death. He acted like a calm leader that they all needed.

I still found it funny how Soi Fon blew her top in this episode a few times. Despite the fact she tries her best to be all calm and stoic, she is quite emotional, eh?

Makes me wonder where Yoruichi has been this whole time. Even at the beginning when Urahara crashed into Ichigo's place, she has been absent. I recall from the manga she went to do something important, but surely it wouldn't have taken that much time? Then again, it always feels like a lot of time passes in anime when in reality few hours or a day passes...but because so much happens in so little time, it just feels like that.

What genuinely surprised me was the fact Soul King seemed to be able to communicate in this. In the manga, it felt like it was left a bit in the air if he could or couldn't. But in this...while his communication wasn't that normal (sparkling lights really gave this overworld feeling, eh?), he still could. Also, the fact the stone he was inside was blue...I recall many people coloring his container warm orange or yellow colored in all those manga colorings I saw of him, but...yes. I see what you animators did and I applaud you for the foreshadowing. ;D

#bleach #bleach thousand year blood war #bleach thousand year blood war episode 8 #bleach thousand year blood war episode 8 review #bleach tybw #episode review #episode 8 #bleach anime #anime #ichigo kurosaki #zaraki kenpachi #urahara kisuke #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow jeagerjaques #shinji hirako #shunsui kyoraku #ukitake jushiro #soi fon #yoruichi shihoin #kuukaku shiba #ganju shiba #isshin kurosaki #byakuya kuchiki #rukia kuchiki #renji abarai #zero division #senjumaru shutara #kirio hikifune #zero squad #unohana retsu

[allystyles1]

the day that ruined everything-Loki Laufeyson x reader (daisy series-part 5)

Hi people! Again, i'm sorry for making you wait too long, i just couldn't finish this. Get ready for the angst😁 Have fun reading!

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Loki woke up to the sound of his door closing and opened his eyes.

 

"Mother?"

 

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry." she whispered.

 

"Why are you-" he stopped talking when he realised you in his arms. Of course, you had fell asleep in his room yesterday and he didn't want to wake you.

 

"Wake her up after i leave, softly." Frigga smiled. "Did something happen?"

 

"No, we uh, we came to my room because she was frustrated with her mother and said she wanted to leave the party. Then she fell asleep while hugging me, i didn't want to wake her up. She seemed too peaceful." Loki smiled.

 

"Okay, tell her you both need to come to your father's room. Have a few minutes with her if you'd like before that." That was the least Frigga could do. She couldn't build up the courage to tell them what they had was going to be ruined in less than 30 minutes.

 

"Okay, sure. I'll see you there." Frigga nodded and left the room as quietly as possible. Loki still didn't want to wake you up, you seemed so calm, so relaxed, so happy. Your make up was obviously a little ruined but that didn't changed how beautiful you looked. Your arms were still around his body holding tightly.

 

"y/n, can you wake up?" Loki asked while kindly touching your shoulder. You mumbled something he didn't understand but didn't open your eyes.

 

"Darling come on." Loki ran his hand in your hair causing you to pull your arms back from his body and opening your eyes.

"Good morning." he smiled.

"Morning, why am i still here? My parents will kill me-"

 

"Don't worry, we'll find an excuse." You turned to him and saw the make up on his shirt.

 

"Oh i'm so sorry, i ruined your clothes. I'm sure i look horrible right now." you hid your face with your hands and he chuckled.

 

"It's okay, besides you don't look horrible at all. I don't know how but you somehow manage to look pretty any way." he pulled your hands back from your face and kissed the back of your hands making you bit your lip, trying to hide a smile.

"How did you sleep?"

 

"Nice." you answered, you couldn't think of a better word to describe it.

 

"That's good. Uh, mother told me to go to father's room with you, just fix whatever you need to in the bathroom. You know where everything is." he smiled and you nodded before getting up. You washed your face and dried it with a towel before using the bathroom. You straightened your dress with your hands and got out.

 

"We can go, unless you need to do something." It felt weird talking to him after sleeping in his arms all night. You wanted to talk about it but since he didn't say anything about it you kept your mouth closed.

 

"Okay, let's go." he got up from the bed and opened the door for you. You walked to the king's room without saying a word to each other. You weren't expecting to see both your and his parents, plus Thor there.

 

"Where were you all night? We were worried about you!" your mother pulled you away from Loki the second she saw you and started questioning.

 

"I fell asleep here, sorry mom."

 

"Sorry doesn't do it, we'll have a proper talk when we get home after this." she said angrily.

 

"Okay, what is this anyway?" you asked turning around to look at the king and the queen.

 

"I don't have any way to say this any different so i will come straight to the point, y/n, as you know Thor will be the new king in a while." Odin spoke. You nodded and he sighed.

 

"Well, since you have known each other since you were so little and get along so well, we decided you will rule with him, as his queen." You gasped, that was not what you were expecting.

 

"You decided?" you asked.

 

"Yes, it is clear you are made for each other and we wouldn't want anyone else to rule our country with our son." Odin spoke, his words felt like he cared nothing about your opinion.

 

"What if i don't think that? What if i don't want that?" you asked and your mother slapped your arm.

 

"y/n, what kind of words are those? Have some respect, it is the king you are talking to! I'm sorry my king-" your mother spoke but you interrupted her words.

 

"You can be sure i'm not sorry, did any of you think of asking me first? At least did Thor know about this?" you looked at the golden haired prince and noticed the smile in his face just then.

 

"Of course he did, but no one thought of telling y/n about it!" you shouted and your mother talked again.

 

"Well we are telling you now, aren't we? Thor will propose tomorrow at dinner, right?" she looked at Thor and he nodded. Yes, you would expect your parents and Odin to do this kind of thing but Frigga and Thor? The person you saw as your second mother and your best friend? No, you wouldn't believe they could even think of such thing.

 

"Well then i will not say yes! I don't care what you have planned, this is my life!" you shouted and ran from the room. Your parents called your name but you didn't listen and kept running until you found an empty space in the garden. This was all a dream, a nightmare.

 

"y/n, what happened?" you heard Sif ask behind you.

 

"Oh thankfully you're here. Please pinch me Sif so i can wake up." you turned to her.

 

"I can assure you you're awake, why are you crying?" she hugged you and you just cried like that for a few minutes until your breath turned a little more normal.

 

"Sif they have this plan. Odin and my parents. They-they want me to marry Thor and rule with him." you explained and she pulled her body back immediately.

 

"What?"

 

"Yes, of course i said no, because i don't love him and i know you do but how can they decide on something very important about my life without me?" you sniffed and she shook her head in disbelief.

 

"No, they can't have said that, y/n they saw me and Thor together at the party we were so happy, we danced and drank together and.. They can't. You must have misheard something."

 

"Sif i know that, they saw me with Loki too."

 

"No, no. You misheard it. No." she just continued denying it.

 

"No Sif, i didn't! It was pretty clear when they told me "Thor and i were clearly made for each other" okay?" you shouted at her without meaning to.

 

"Do not shout at me!" a tear escaped her eye and her whole body was shaking.

 

"I'm sorry, i-"

 

"No, i don't want to talk to you right now. Don't." she turned around and started to walk away.

 

"Sif!" you tried to hold her arm but she pulled it away from you.

 

"I said i don't want to talk to you! Leave me alone!" she left, now completely crying. You collapsed on the grass and stared at the way she had just left from.

 

"y/n?" you heard Frigga's voice but didn't answer.

 

"My child, please-"

 

"Do not decide to be kind at me now! I am not your child! I trusted you, i opened my heart to you, i told you i loved Loki and you went and arranged our marriage with Thor? What a motherly act, Frigga." you shouted and she stopped, waiting for you to finish.

 

"y/n, if you know me at all you will know i would never do that, and i didn't. I tried to talk to your parents and Odin about it but they were so determined to do this. I am so sorry, but please do not blame me, you know i don't have any part in it." she sat down next to you and you dried your cheeks with your dress.

 

"I'm sorry, i know, i know you don't. Sif is angry with me and i can't even think how much Loki hates me right now. I slept in his arms last night and the next day this?"

 

"He could never hate you y/n, i'm sure he'll understand you didn't know anything about it. Anyone can see how much you love him." she rubbed your back and you hugged her, trying to find comfort in her.

 

"Try to calm down a little bit, okay? We'll talk to your parents together in a bit. I promise i'll do everything in my power to not let this happen to you."

 

"Thanks mom." You didn't even meant to say it, you had never called her that before even though everyone knew you saw her like your mother, maybe even more than your actual one.

 

"Calm down my child, i promise we'll fix this." A few tears escaped Frigga's own eyes too at your words, she knew she had to help you.

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[wickedw3asleys]

MINEFIELDS - Pt.1

George Weasley x Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, trauma, mental instability, depression, ptsd... emotional scenes, basically almost angst but not too much...

AN: hello everyone! so i finally got the time to finish writing the first part of my second serie! (i know i haven't finished my Just Like Heaven one but i have adhd bare with me) and i'm pretty excited about this one since it's not going to be a specific genre like fluff or smut, it'll just be a mini fic, so i hope you'll like it!!🥰

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The Battle of Hogwarts and Fred's premature death was a huge heartbreak for everybody. The ones you once were close to in school were now almost strangers to you. It was sad, pretty sad actually, but none of you got out the same from Hogwarts, and for you, you were still living the trauma and pain of fighting for your life and seeing your friends die, even 4 years later; never being able to fully heal.

You thought that forcing yourself to move on the second you got out of Scotland would help you, but in vain. It was hard for you to completely move on, and the only one that kept you company was Dean, your old Gryffindor friend, who happen to be now your long term boyfriend. He was the only one that was still there after all; not even Harry, Ron, Ginny or Neville bothered in keeping in touch... The only one that sent you a letter from time to time was Hermione. You found yourself writing to her as a sort of therapy, even though you did it once every three or four months. But she was there, somehow...

You learned from her the first year that her and Ron got in a relationship, finally after all these years of being chasing each other; Harry and Ginny were still together; even Luna was now in a happy and healthy relationship, but she couldn't keep you updated about the others.

The part that broke your heart the most was when she first mentioned Molly and Arthur in her letters; after the loss of their son they weren't the same, of course they were still the Weasleys you all once knew, but they were "empty", as Hermione described. Molly, still to this day, would put an extra plate at the family table, expecting to see Fred join them for dinner; and Arthur would spend more and more time in his office, trying to get his mind distracted.

And then George... For the first year he refused to look at himself in the mirror. He wouldn't sleep or eat properly. The day Fred died, a part of him died too, not as twins, but as individual too, and everybody saw it.

When Hermione told you about the hell George had had to go through during these 4 years, you couldn't help but hate yourself deeply for not being next to him and helping him going through that.

"Sometimes I find myself talking to Ronald and Ginny about him, we are all very concerned about him and his health, still to this day... After all, he did not only lost his twin that day... He also lost you..."

Fred, George and you were always together in your school days, since your first day at Hogwarts, even though they were a year older than you. You were always there for them and they were always there for you, always you three, through heaven and hell. You couldn't agree more with Hermione's words, and you hated yourself for that. You had been selfish, not being able to stand by George's side and not giving him any sign of life. At the time, you thought that it would be better for both of you to just disappear, but after all these years, you were completely regretting that decision.

"Sweetheart... Hermione wrote...", Dean says, entering your bedroom, handing you a folder piece of paper, "Are you okay?"

You were once again lost in your thoughts, always the same ones, but Dean always knew how to help you come back to reality. You appreciated that of him, never showing and ounce of pressure or frustration towards you, and you loved him. But you weren't sure if that was truly love or if you were just thankful for him being there... And it was a thought that was slowly killing you inside.

"Huh?", you shook your head, chasing all these intrusive thoughts from it, "Yeah, I'm okay... Let's see what she has to tell me today..."

Dean warmly smiled at you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, "Okay, tell me if you need anything, alright?"

You nodded and opened the paper the moment he left the room.

"My dearest Y/N,

I hope you are doing well. Everything is great here, we are all doing good. Nothing much has changed, except for Harry and Ginny speaking of engagement... I was supposed to keep it secret because it is not entirely confirmed yet but I couldn't help myself from getting excited over it! A good new like this one is what we all need right now...

That is why I am writing to you, I was thinking about making a reunion... A family reunion... After all these years I think it is finally time to get together and talk around a good dinner... As we used to do... I think it would be great for everyone and Molly is already so excited to have you back home, she misses you so much, Y/N... We all mis you...

I hope I get your response soon...

Your dear friend,

Hermione."

You put the letter on your desk and sighed deeply. You knew one day you would have to go back to the Burrow and see everybody again, and you wanted too. You wanted to feel like home again, feel everybody's love and affection again. You truly had missed all that, but after second thoughts, you weren't sure it was a good idea...

Hermione said everybody was missing you, but was that true? Did they all want to see you? Or do they actually still hate you for leaving? You didn't want to face Ginny's, Harry's or Molly's gaze when you get there, you would be too ashamed of it...

"I think you should go...", Dean says after you explained the letter to him, "It's been 4 years, Y/N... You need to see them as much as they need to see you..."

"I know... But what if they hate me...", you say with a small voice.

"They don't hate you", your boyfriends take your hands in his, "I'm sure they've missed you. You practically lived there when we were in school... And you were always with Fred and George..."

The mention of Fred's name made your whole body shiver. It has been a long time since you've heard his name falling out of someone's mouth, and you could feel your heart drop at the sound of it.

"I miss them... So much...", you start tearing.

"I know, sweetheart, I know...", Dean pulls you in a tight hug, never letting you down and holding onto you for dear life.

"You really think I should go?", you ask a few minutes later.

"I do... I don't like the idea of leaving you alone but I think it would be better if you went by yourself... Next time I'll go with you"

"Are you sure?"

"Completely...", he smiled.

The days that followed Hermione's letter, you had sent your positive response to her and started packing your things for the few days you were going to spend at the Burrow. Hermione had told you that the only one aware of your visit was Molly of course, but it would be a total surprise for the rest, that information only making you more nervous.

The D-day came up more quick than you've had thought, but there you were, now standing in the middle of your living room, saying your goodbyes to Dean, surrounded by your bags.

"Good luck... Everything is going to be okay...", he says, leaving the last small peck on your lips.

You warmly smiled to him and in a second, you apparated on the field in front of the Burrow.

You could feel your eyes already water at the sight of it. It was like nothing had changed, and even after all the thing that house had been through, it looked the same as it did the first time you stayed there.

The smell of rain and wet grass filling your nostrils and the sound of the wind and early birds only made you more nostalgic. Damn you had missed this place. It was home, you were home.

After a moment trying to compose yourself, you took your bags and went straight to the building.

When you got to the front door, you realized that you didn't know what to do; should you knock? Should you just enter the house? Thinking that the second option would be the less appropriate, you decided to just knock, already nervous about who you'd get opening the door.

You waited a few seconds before hearing an echo of someone running though the house, followed by voices and sounds of plates.

"Harry, dear, can you please-

"Hello, Molly...", you smiled to the woman in front of you, "it's been a while..."

She was in complete shock. Her mouth completely open and strangely looking like she was about to pass out.

"Oh Merlin...", she breathes out, "Y/N... It's really you..."

You could see tears starting to form in her eyes, and you felt too weak to stop yours from falling. She opened her arms to you and you didn't hesitate to hug her, instantly starting to sob.

"Let me look at you... Oh my Lord...", she took your face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs on your cheeks, collecting your tears, "You're a grown woman now... I can't believe it... Arthur! Arthur, come here!"

She embraced you again in the warmest motherly hug you've ever received, which only made you sob more.

"What's wrong, mom?", Ron arrived at the door, followed by his sister, Hermione and Arthur, "Who's-

You slowly lift up you head from Molly's shoulder and faced everyone.

"Y/N... You came...", Hermione says, shocked.

"Of course I came..."

Everybody was speechless, not knowing if you were actually real or just a pure product of their imagination. Ginny instantly got towards you, embracing you as warmly as her mother.

"Merlin... How are you?", she asks.

"I'm fine... I'm sorry... I-

"You have nothing to be sorry for, darling...", Mr. Weasley was now the one to hug you.

When he let you go, you looked at the other three people; you couldn't really describe the looks on Harry and Ron's faces, they were visibly shocked, but you couldn't see if they were happy or mad to see you...

"Ronald...", you started to make your way towards him, but quickly, he took a few steps back, "I need to go...", he says, before leaving the room.

You knew it was a fair reaction, he had all the rights to hate you and be upset.

"I'm so sorry...", you sob, "I'm so so sorry..."

Harry put his hand on your shoulder and also embraced you in a warm hug.

You didn't expect the reunion to be this full of emotions, and it wasn't even breakfast's time yet...

Hermione and Ginny helped you with your bags, leading you to Charlie's empty room, the one you always used to stay in whenever you stayed with the Weasleys.

"It hasn't changed a bit...", you say, admiring the house as it was the first time you saw it.

The two girls entered the room and sat on the bed with you, only to stay there in silence hugging you for a moment. As you couldn't believe to actually be there, they couldn't believe it either.

You made a brief resume of what had happened in your life during these 4 years; why you had left, where you were living now, your life with Dean...

"Dean?", Ginny smiled, "Wow... I wasn't expecting that one..."

"Yeah... I hope it's okay though...", you say, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, it's completely fine... Besides...", she stops to lift her hand and wiggle her ring finger, now occupied with a big gemstone.

"Godric! You're joking!", you take her hand, "I mean... Hermione told me about something like this in the letter, but I didn't know it was confirmed!"

"Hermione!", Ginny scolds her.

"Sorry! You know I'm very bad at keeping secrets! I was so excited for you!"

The three of you kept laughing and talking about everything, making you forget about the moment you had been apprehending for the past few days: your first meeting with George.

"Breakfast's ready!", you hear Molly's voice echo through the house, making memories come back to you.

You slowly made your way down the stairs with the girls and when you got to the kitchen, you felt you whole body freeze.

You were feeling like you were about to pass out, but at the same time, you couldn't find yourself making any type of move, you weren't sure if you were still breathing. You felt the weight of the world on your shoulder when you saw the man you had shared so many moments with, and when he turned to face you, you saw his brother.

His body immediately copied yours, not being able to move or say anything, and for a good minute, George and you stood still, staring at each other; and as if you had read each other's mind at the same time, you ran towards each other and crashed in your arms, sobbing like babies. You felt his legs start to lose strength, and you not being able to help him stand, you both let your bodies fall to the ground, still hugging and holding on each other for dear life.

Neither of you had said anything yet, you were both too busy shaking and sobbing to say anything anyways.

The other people in the kitchen didn't say anything either, they just stood there, looking at George and you, knowing that it would be better to not interrupt you and just leave you let your emotions out.

George was obviously was more affected than you were, and you could feel his body tremble with every breath he tried to take.

"I m-missed you... so much...", he managed to say between sobs.

"I missed you too, Georgie...", you keep crying with him.

"W-why... did you... left me..."

"I know... I know... I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry...", you sobbed harder. How could you have done that to him? How could you have left him alone? After everything...

"I'm so sorry, Georgie... So sorry... I missed you so much..."

"Please, tell me you're staying...", he looked at you in the eyes. You could feel his sincerity emane from his body, and you knew he needed you. He needed you as much as you needed him.

"I am staying...", you managed to smile between your tears. George hugged you even tighter than before, crushing your body with his but you didn't care. You'd let him break your whole body if he needed to.

"Georgie... Honey...", you felt Molly's soft presence helping you get up and guiding the both of you to the table. When you sat down, you see that everybody was deeply affected by the scene that just happened; Molly still having tears running down her cheeks and Hermione and Ginny holding onto each other. Even Harry and Ron were on the verge of crying.

You sat down on your chair, George's eyes still on you and your hand in his.

"George, darling..."

You quickly turned your head to the voice behind you.

"Angie...", George got up, almost stumbling on his own feet.

"What is she doing here?", she asks, earning confused looks from everybody.

By the look she had on her face, you knew she wasn't happy to see you. She looked at you with disgust and anger, which was completely fair...

"How dare you?! You filthy little-

"Angie, it's okay... Please, calm down..."

"Calm down?! Look at you! Only her can make you feel that way again!"

"Angelina... I promise I came here to start things over... And do things correctly this time...", you say, tears forming again in your eyes.

"You have NO RIGHTS to be here! After all the damage you caused this family! NO RIGHTS!", she yelled, her eyes almost popping out of her head.

You looked at the people around the table, no one saying anything. Not even Molly was able to form coherent words, she was just there, heavily breathing.

"I'm going to go...", you slowly stand up from your seat, not wanting to make everyone more upset than they already were, "Angelina, I'm sorry..."

She glanced at you in anger, "you shouldn't be here", she spat.

"Y/N, don't leave, please...", George pleaded, eyes red and swollen.

"I'm just going out, I'll be okay, don't worry...", you caressed his arm trying to comfort him, and you could feel Angelina tensing her body at that action, eyes full of fire.

"I'm sorry...", you say before closing the door behind you.

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⤷ title: 12:04

⤷ featuring: taeyong (nct) x reader

⤷ rating: purely soft

a/n: i thought about this after watching one of his studio lives, and knowing the credit he just doesn’t often receive for being such a hardworking, and incredible artist, i felt it was my duty to write deeper into that, but pls enjoy !

⤷ summary: late night studio talk.

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It was late.

A million things were on your mind. You were completely distracted. You thought about how you could never be on time for anything. Not even for your best friend's midnight crisis. To tell the truth, he never actually slept at normal times, so he liked to call you up late at night to have someone to talk to and be around. It was fine. Sometimes you weren't able to fall asleep so it was nice to be bothered. You were always his first choice. Always the one he called up at random times either to just chat or come hang out. That was nice too.

As you walked along the streets of seoul, you noticed the first drop of snow that began to fall. You stopped, and craned your neck up to look at the sky. It was dark, but you could see each and every snowflake that fell, one landing at the tip of your nose. With a crinkle, it dissipated into water, and made your nose tingle.

You took a peek at the time on your watch. It was past midnight. A sigh left your cold lips. You knew that if you didn't hurry, he would send about a billion messages wondering where you were or whether you got lost again. It was his way of worrying about you.

You smiled. He liked to be motherly. It was annoying, yet cute at the same time. You didn't mind it. Not at all.

The further you got down the street, the more you realized that it really was late out. You only came across two other people that were out, and they looked to be in a hurry (unlike you). Perhaps because of the cold. Either way, it made you pick up the pace to avoid the texts that you were sentenced to get if you didn't get there quickly enough.

When you got there, it surprised you that he hadn't sent not one message considering you were about fifteen minutes late. Perhaps he was busy. That was what you assumed, anyway.

Upon opening the door to the building, the immediate warmth you felt washed over your body while the smell of freshly brewed coffee crept its way into your senses. With a soft smile, you let your feet carry you the rest of the way mindlessly. Soon enough, you were in front of the studio, two drinks from starbucks in hand. One, an iced caramel frappicino, the other a strawberry açaí with coconut milk. One of his favorite drinks. You could say he liked anything pink.

Before you were able to knock on the door, it swung open, surprising you.

Taeyong never cared about what he wore late at night when going to the studio unless he planned on doing a vlive so, there he was dressed down in dark grey sweatpants, a plain white long sleeved shirt and a pair of shoes he'd recently artworked on. The shirt looked a size too big for him, but he looked cozy. Whenever he wore clothes bigger than him, it always made him look so tiny. You remembered a few weeks back how he came over to your place wearing the largest hoodie you’d ever seen on him, baggy sweatpants and a pair of converse with the laces untied. It made him look several sizes smaller, and five years younger. He ended up being the little spoon that night. As if you minded. The body heat he radiated all night was worth it. Especially after a point during the night he ended up turning around to wrap all of his limbs around your entire body resulting to you waking up sweaty the next morning. It was still worth it, somehow. Maybe it was the redness in his cheeks, an eyebrow twitching after every other breath, and the way he’d grip onto you at the slightest of movement from you. The moment he mumbled, “stay”, was when you melted in his long arms, and fell right back to sleep despite the overwhelming heat.

So, okay, it was maybe definitely worth it.

Taeyong stood in front of you, an arm holding the door open, wearing a cheeky smile. He looked adorable. You wanted to pinch his cheek but refrained due to still holding the drinks, and knowing he would whine and protest about it even though he liked when you did it. Such a baby.

"Oh! You finally made it, huh?" Taeyong commented, his eyes instantly dropping from yours onto the pink drink you held in your hand. "Let me guess: you're late because you went and got yourself two drinks." He shook his head. "Cruel. I fell asleep waiting for you, and you go and- wow, so cruel,” he said with a cute pout.

So dramatic, you thought to yourself as you fought back an amusing smile, and handed him the drink.

"Don't tempt me or I might actually keep it," you taunted as he took it. You took a sip of your coffee, and grunted with a gesture at him to let you in. He stepped aside, and you walked into the small space that felt like a cozy, warm home.

There was a small candle near the door that made the room smell like tonka bean and jasmine. A modern floral earthy melange. It made the room feel comfortable. He always knew how to make a space his home. Particularly, the studio, considering he stayed in it for majority of his free time. He liked it. He called it his Creative Space. You found him to be ridiculously adorable sometimes. Maybe it was the names he gave things or more specifically the way he said them. Either way, it was cute, and you never missed a chance to tease him about it every single time he came up with one.

You hummed as you sat down in the chair next to his, and looked over what he had previously been doing.

"Any progress?" You asked, as you drummed your fingertips against the paper cup.

You knew that he had been working on a new song he was wanting to use for the comeback that was coming up for 127, but this particular song was a bit more difficult than, perhaps, any song he'd ever written. He tried to explain to you what the concept of the album was going to be about, but you never could understand it. You just knew that he had been having quite a hard time with it. It was pressuring, you knew that as well. It worried you how much of his time he had to spend to work on it. He hardly got any rest because of it, but he always reassured you that he didn't mind the hours of sleep he didn't usually get. Being an artist wasn't a job to him. It was a gift.

Back then, he didn't know how special he was, or what his talents were, but ever since then, he'd been grateful for the opportunity. He felt important. Like he had a purpose. When things got difficult, he liked to remember what he had to go through to get to where he was. Though, it seemed like this time was different.

Taeyong was sipping on his drink as his eyes roamed over the lyrics he was working on. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He looked conflicted.

He squinted, set the drink aside, and sighed. "I get so...caught up in myself sometimes, you know? I think to myself, am what I'm doing...is it enough? There are moments where I know what I want to do, like I'll have the exact vision in my mind but there are times like these where I question myself. Do people actually like what I put out? Or are they just being supportive because I'm me..”

Even from the side, you could see the astray glint in his eyes. You pushed your coffee off to the side, and moved closer to him. He turned to you slowly, looking anywhere but at you. You could see it. He felt ashamed to be so lost. You knew he didn't like to show that side of him. He was a vulnerable person, but also prideful. He only wanted you to see the best sides of him. Not the sides of him that sometimes felt like a thin paper in the wind going nowhere. He liked it when you were proud of him. He just didn't know that you always were, no matter what he did. In your eyes, he was phenomenal in every possible aspect. You were more than proud. You were thankful to be his friend. To know what it was like to see him on his tired days, his happy days, and even his sad days. You felt lucky.

"Taeyong.." You reached out a hand to put over his fumbling ones. "You're brilliant at what you do. Not many people can even do what you do on a daily basis. You lose sleep over all of this. That's dedication. That's having absolute love for what you do. There are always going to be a collective set of people that won't like what you put out either because it ends up not being their taste or simply because they may not like you personally for whatever the reason, but those aren't your audience. You don't have to worry about those people. Your fans? Those that actually appreciate what you do, and love it? They're your only audience. That's your aim. Also," you smiled. "-it's okay to get stuck sometimes. Book authors get writer's block all the time. They stop for about two weeks, then come right back at it again. You're not a superhero, Taeyong. You're human. You can't always do it all. I know you want to, but you simply can’t. Just know that I’m very proud of you for what you’ve done thus far. I really am.”

Taeyong sat there, looked in your eyes, and soaked up every word. His heart could've exploded right then and there. He loved that about you. Your utter support for him was more than enough to always get him right back on track. He appreciated you so much for it. He was grateful to have you in his life, even if he had a bit of trouble saying it. It made him happy to just know that you would always be there for him no matter what. You, his constant. He couldn't have felt any luckier.

"Thank you," he said softly, and took your hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I mean it, thank you for that. You always know what to say."

Your heart felt warm. If only he knew how you truly felt about him. Why you always got so defensive when it came to him doubting himself or worrying about whether people actually liked him. You wanted to tell him that none of that mattered above how you felt. That you’d always be there to support him.

It was hard to continue as if you only saw him as a friend. He made it so hard sometimes. A kiss to the cheek here, and hugs that lasted way too long. There would be moments where you’d ramble on and on about something, but caught him staring at your lips the entire time. As if he hadn’t listened to a word that you had said. Moments like he wanted to know what you’d do if he kissed you right then. Taeyong was quite easy to read. Especially for you. He was never able to hide anything from you. You could catch on easily.

You wondered when you would get the courage to tell him how you felt. Where your true feelings lain. His possible reaction to your confession still scared you enough to hold back, and resist telling him. To lose the friendship you two had, that scared you enough to want to never truly tell him how you felt.

“Ah, so,” Taeyong began as he turned back to screen in front of him. “I think I could use your input on some lyrics here. If they’re good enough, I might actually add them.” He gave you a wink. You couldn’t help but giggle as you drew closer to see the screen as well.

“What? Will I get credited on the album as well if my input happens to be good enough?” You asked, teasingly.

Taeyong shrugged, smiling. “Possibly. Wanna find out?”

You rose a curious eyebrow. “How can I say no to you?”

He laughed before smirking. “Easy. Just say n...n...oooo,” he taunted playfully as you slapped his arm, shaking your head.

There was no way that you could’ve thrown everything between you two away. What you two had was comfortable, and settling. You liked things the way that they were. You definitely could hold onto that confession a little longer.

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