#ill be getting the rest of the requests out over the next. like. week probably?

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

Art block you say? *Throws my Tav at you but in a polite way*

Her name is Valentine and she's a cleric of Selune Shart romancer :3

She's so pretty!!!! Pink tieflings >>>>>>

#also: selune cleric x shart ships my BELOVED #ty for suggesting your child she was very fun to draw #i saw her one eye and was like 'ooh that's a cool design choice!' #and then looked at my own tav when i was playing the other day and realized. its the volo eye #still a very cool design choice im just surprised i didnt recognize it immediately w/ how often i try to figure out how to draw it #ill be getting the rest of the requests out over the next. like. week probably? #ty for all who sent some they're working wonders as warm-ups #bg3 #others tavs #my art #digital art #sketch #bg3 art #bg3 tav #bg3 fanart #art requests #bg3 art requests #AHH i just realized i forgot the freckles!!! #whoops

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen take care of their sick s/o

requested by @cinnamoroxie : "agh i think ive been getting sick 😭 could u write svt w a sick reader / or just a reader w a sore throat and cant speak w out it hurting pls? love u hope youre doing well "

notes: i :(((( want :((( a joshua :((((

masterlist

seungcheol:

cancels all your plans for the rest of the day when you wake up in the morning barely able to speak. won't let you protest, saying that you need to prioritise your health okay bc these people you're meeting aren't as important to him as you are. if you've just got a sniffly nose n sore throat, he'll let you sleep on him but if you're coughing n sneezing everywhere then sorry, he loves you but maybe stay away from him for a few days? 

jeonghan:

will do everything for you. even tho he doesn't have the loudest voice, he'll try his hardest to yell over the other members to get them to quieten down so he can listen to your hoarse whispers n get you whatever you need <3 gives you so many cough drops that you constantly have one in your mouth the entire time. you can taste them still on your tongue for like a day after you feel better

joshua:

gives you head massages if you have a headache, makes you honey tea if your throat hurts, always has tissues on hand if your nose is running. The Best™ at looking after you. won't leave your side, even if you're spraying germs everywhere, and he has a cold that lasts for three weeks by the end of it, but you're happy and healthy n that's all that matters to him

junhui:

kind of a fluttery mess when you get sick, doesn't rlly know what to do. pats your head constantly, asking if you're okay, and swaddles you in blankets. also gives you so many painkillers and antibiotics bc he doesn't Know what else to do okay and please you sound so terrible n croaky pls take this medicine bc it's meant to make you better and he hates when you're ill :((

hoshi:

coos and baby talks to you when you're sick and a blocked nose mess. speaks in a whisper back to you if you have a sore throat and can barely speak, makes those canned soups for you and spoon feeds it to you. he's a messy feeder tho, n most of it gets around your mouth but he wipes it away vv gently afterwards. hoshi is probably so, so soft when taking care of someone when they're sick tbh &lt;3

wonwoo:

accompanies you everywhere you go. insists you lie down and sleep but if you don't, then he's hovering around you like a concerned mother to make sure you don't overdo it. tells everyone you meet that you have a sore throat and so you can't speak, and Will drag you away if you start coughing too hard, scolding you lightly and pulling a scarf out of nowhere to wrap around your neck

woozi:

wants to take time off working so bad to help take care of you but he rlly can't </3 sets medicine and a glass of water on the table for you to take in the morning, regularly calls you (or texts, if you can't speak) to see how you're doing. checks up on you at night, smiles and kisses you on the forehead if you wake up and blearily murmur his name. he's busy, but he'll still make time to be soft for you

minghao:

always has tissues. and hand sanitizer. and cough drops. and paracetamol. has literally everything, really. says well done and pats your head when you drain a whole glass of water while swallowing the medicine, bc drinking water and flushing out toxins is the best way to get rid of an illness. another person who baby talks you if you're all sick n pouty

mingyu:

makes soup. makes tea. forces both liquids down your throat even if you complain bc it's good for you and he spent so much of his precious time making it for you how dare you try and refuse???? it definitely helps with your sore throat the next day, though, and he looks so smug as he ladles you another bowl of soup to have in the morning. 

dokyeom:

almost starts crying when you tell him u have a sore throat through barely-there whispers bc the pain :((( of not being able to speak :((( that breaks his heart to think about. knows the struggles of runny noses So Well, whips out a tissue and presents it in front of your face if you so much as sniffle quietly. hugs you the entire time, wakes up the next morning with a sore throat and then Actually starts crying

seungkwan:

your personal megaphone whenever you're sick and can't speak. yells at the other members to shut up and listen when you have something to say, and then repeats what you whisper in his rlly loud voice. won't let you have meds (they are!! the demon's pills!!!!) but learns from mingyu how to make rlly good chicken broth for you

vernon:

gets so sad for u when you croak out to him that you can't speak bc your throat hurts so bad. makes you gargle with salt water after brushing your teeth bc it helps disinfect your throat (this is true actually n it really helps). randomly holds his hand to your forehead to check your temperature, but he can never tell if you're running hot or if it's just him

chan:

is all "oh no you're sick :(((( that's terrible also pls don't come too close to me" but pulls you in for a hug immediately if you even vaguely hint at wanting one. googles if throat massages are a thing when you tell him you can't speak bc it hurts, gives you lemon honey tea bc he finds out that helps. kinda ends up massaging your throat? his hands are always warm and they feel nice when placed on your neck

request guidelines

#fairyhaos.works #seventeen #svt #seventeen fic #seventeen drabble #seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #scoups #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua hong #hong jisoo #junhui #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #jihoon #minghao #the8 #mingyu #dokyeom #seokmin #seungkwan #hansol #vernon #dino

[fallingdownhell]

hello! i was wondering if i could request a poly cyno x reader x tighnari where the reader is going through a tough time and is kinda burnt out. maybe where she tries to brush it off, but the boys catch on pretty quickly and then they comfort her? anyways, i hope you have a good day/night!!

-🌹 anon

Hey! Of course you can!<3

I don't have anything against poly ships, I do in fact have a few of them myself. Have I ever written for one? No, but I sure want to. Hope it turned out okay.

Thank you so much for your request, 🌹 anon

Content: poly relationship; written with fem!reader in mind, but can also be read as gn!reader; mentions of mental illness; self doubt; burnout; much comfort from the bois

Word count: 1,8k

Hope you enjoy reading<3

You were tired.

Your days studying in the Academya left you more drained than anything else lately. Although you were a good student, diligent and often praised by your professors, that didn't change anything about the heavy workload you put on your shoulders.

The days seemed to last for an eternity, while the nights were over far too quickly. You never felt like you got any quality rest.

While one of your boyfriends, Cyno, kept a close eye on you and made sure you took care of yourself, the other suffered extremely from the lack of contact with you.

You haven't really seen Tighnari for a few weeks, except for his one day visits to Sumeru city when he was in need for new materials. He would make it a point to visit you, but you were still so focused on your research, that you didn't spend much time with him.

Same with Cyno. While he was often times with you in the city, he rarely got to see you anymore either. Well, that's wrong. He did see you, but was the time spend with him? No, it wasn't.

You kept telling youself and your boyfriends that this was only a temporary issue, that you would soon be done studying in the Academya. Then you could finally give them all the attention that you have deprived them off until now.

And yet, two months after your last conversation with your boyfriends about this issue, there were still no signs of it getting better anytime soon.

You were working yourself to the bone, day in and day out. So it was only a matter of time until the stress would get to your head, poisining your thoughts.

You began to think about all the times you neglected Cyno and Tighnari, how you didn't even keep in touch with Tighnari back at Gandharva Ville via letters. He probably only heard about you through Cyno, meaning he had to rely on his words.

You couldn't help but feel bad, ashamed and guilty.

Your head then began constructing this idea... this terrible idea of your boyfriends. About how they started to resent you. For neglecting them, for focusing on your studies instead of them.

Thoughts began to bloom within you. Hlw they probably hated the idea of seeing you again, hating you in general.

Your hand that had been writing on a paper until a few moments ago, began to shake as silent tears began rolling down your cheeks.

You wanted to believe that it wasn't true. That this was just the stress getting to you...

But how could you, when it all made perfect sense? Of course they would feel this way.

Now that you thought about it.. you haven't seen Cyno at all the last two days. He usually came by every day, even just to make sure that you were taking care of yourself.

But... nothing. He didn't show up at all.

And as you realised that, the thoughts only became louder and more convincing.

'They already started separating from you, silently..'

'They feel they're not important to you...'

'You are no good partner to them..'

Those thoughts began to flood your mind as you set down your pen, tears continuing to fall down your face. That night, you cried yourself to sleep, as these negative thoughts kept pestering your mind.

...

The next day, Cyno saw you walking within the walls of the Academya and immediatly noticed that something was wrong with you.

He saw your red, swollen eyes and knew that you must have cried yesterday. The reason for it he might nit know, but that didn't matter. It was obvious that you needed him right now.

So, he talked to the Matras, gave them their orders and then set out to find you again.

He found you in a quiet corner in the house of Daena, reading some kind of book related to your studies, while you occaisonally sniffled and rubbed your swollen eyes.

Cyno approached you quietly, sitting down on a chair across from yours, his eyes fixed on your exhausted form.

You jumped a little, not expecting any form of company to disturb you. Once you recognise Cyno, you relqx a bit, but quickly tense up again, remembering what had happened the day before.

Cyno, of course, noticed that shift in behaviour from you.

"What's going on?", he immediatly asked, not wasting time with chit chat.

"What... do you mean, exactly?", you answered, trying to deflect, making it seem like everything was fine. Which, you failed. Because even if Cyno wasn't the best with feelings, he was perceptive.

"You cried. I can see that with only one look at you. So.. what happened?"

At his words, you wished to just slap yourself as you realised that you forgot to put on makeup, so that you could hide the obvious bags under your eyes. But that would have been only one part of the problem, anyway.

"Oh.. nothing much. Just... stressed."

"Stress? That's all?"

You nodded, not being able to look your boyfriend in the eyes. You knew that if you did, he would immediatly figure you out. Little did you know that by avoiding his gaze, he worried even more.

"You're hiding something from me.", he concluded. You sighed, but didn't give him anything further to work with for a few minutes. Then..

"It's just.. the stress is getting to me. To my head, exactly. It's been... a lot.", you told him in a low voice, not wanting to say anything more.

To your surprise, the next thing Cyno did was to just silently, without another word, stand up from the table and walk away. You didn't see were he was heading, but that didn't matter to you.

All your head needed, was right there. Your boyfriend walking away from you when you would have needed him the most.

You could feel the tears welling up again in your eyes, but this time, you forced them to stay in, not wanting to cry in broad daylight in front of your fellow students. But going home wasn't an option in your head either, so you tried to swallow the hurt and continued your studies.

Little did you know though, that Cyno was walking straight to the Acting Grand Sages office, not bothering in the slightest that he had just interrupted a seemingly important conversation with some other sages.

Alhaitham looked at him with his usual stoic expression, while Cyno explained the situation to him, requesting for a two weeks vacation for you amd himself.

After a few seconds of considering, Alhaitham signed it off, handing the documents to Cyno, whishing him the best of luck. Having achieved what he came for, Cyno headed back down to were you were seated before, glad that you were still in the same spot.

He approached again, but this time, you noticed him. And he wore an even more determined expression than he usually did.

"Cyno? What are you-!"

You got interrupted as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of your seat and after him, waking his way towarsa the exit of the house of Daena.

"Hey, stop. Where are we going?", you asked, weakly struggling against his grip.

"Visiting Tighnari.", he said.

"Wha.. but I can't. I still have to-"

"You don't have to do anything. I requested some time off for the both of us, and Alhaitham approved of it. We are going on a vacation, because Archons know that you need that, (name)."

After he said that, you were in no place to argue against him anymore. Your resistance against him grew less and less, until you completely stopped. He, in return, loosened his grip on your wrist a bit, but still held you tightly to him.

He made a stop at his and your house, to gather some stuff, mostly clothing, before you made your way to Gandharva Ville together.

The walk was mostly quiet as you were trying to figure out what to make of it. You were sure that they must hate you at this point, yet Cyno's actions clearly indicated the total opposite.

As you arrived at the base of the forest watchers, Cyno spotted Tighnari in front of his hut, talking to some other forest rangers.

The fox immediatly picked up on the scent of his two lovers as soons as you two entered the village. But he also instantly knew that something was up. He could sense that you were upset about something amd Cyno was worried about you.

He made quick work of the matter with the forest ranger, and as they began to depart, Tighnari already spotted you and Cyno walking towards him, so he waited there for you to.

"Hey..", he said in a soft tone, immediatly pulling you in for a long and loving hug as soon as you were close enough.

"...", you didn't say anything as you hugged him back tightly, which confirmed his assumption that something was definitely not right.

He looked over at Cyno, who motioned for them to go inside, which Tighnari gently coaxed you to do so with them.

"Do you want to talk about it?", Tighnari asked as you all were inside. But you didn't feel ready for that just yet, so you just shook your head slightly, gaze fixed on the ground.

"All right then..", you heard from the fox and the next moment, you were suddenly in the air, as your lover had picked you up and walked over to the bed.

The next moment, you were placed on the soft mattress, ine of your boyfriends on each of your side. You were completely surrounded by them, and suddenly, you felt safe.

Like a heavy weight has finally been lifted from your shoulder, and you could feel a single tear run down your face again.

Tighnari, who you were facing, brought one hand up to your face, softly carressing your cheek. He slowly leaned in, kissing you on the forehead.

In the meantime, Cyno, who was laying behind you, slid on hand down your arm, intertwining his fingers with yours once he reached your hand, as he slowly started to place light kisses on your neck.

In this moment, you felt so loved and cared for by your two boyfriends, you had no idea how you could have ever doubted their love for you.

You couldn't controll your tears anymore and you just let everything out that you had been holding back.

For the next few hours, you three just laid there, cuddling with each other, while Cyno and Tighnari whispered sweet and loving words to you.

You may not be able to talk about your troubles quite yet, but you knew that with them by your side, everything would turn out okay in the end.

Because you had each other. And now there was no doubt in your mind anymore..

... they did love you with all their heart.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact comfort #genshin comfort #genshin impact ship #tighnari x cyno #tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #genshin impact tighnari #genshin impact cyno

[topguncortez]

can i get 19 + 37 with jake from the sick prompt list? x

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wifey prompts: 19. “Your fever hasn’t gone down.”, 37. “You fainted.”, and combined another request 38. “I feel like I was hit by a train.  Everything hurts.” prompts list Jake & Shy Wifey Masterlist

If there was one thing about the Seresin children, is that they had their father's determination and stubbornness. Each of them were hard headed in their own way, especially Ella. She always felt like she had something to prove being the daughter of a famous naval aviator and being the only girl in a family of boys. Ella was on every committee and club chair that she could possibly be on, as well as doing sports nearly all year round. The girl didn't know what it meant to rest, which is why when she got sick, it hit her hard.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Jake asked, placing the back of his hand on his daughter's forehead and frowned. He grabbed the thermometer next to her, "Under your tongue."

"I feel like I was hit by a train," Ella mumbled, "Everything hurts."

"Well, you probably got whatever the twins had last week," Jake sighed. Both Jasper and Maxwell had the flu last week. Ella did her best to try and maintain a distance away from her younger brothers, but it seemed as though it failed. When the thermometer beeped, Jake took it out of her daughter's mouth.

"one oh two point three," Jake set the thermometer down and refolded the cool rag on Ella's forehead, "Your fever hasn't gone down. I'm gonna go get you some toast and Tylenol. If it doesn't break in an hour, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"But dad," Ella groaned. It was bad enough she had to miss school, she was not about to go to the hospital and possibly be committed and miss more school.

"Ella," Jake scolded lightly, "I know you want to go to school, but your health is more important," Ella nodded and he placed a kiss on her forehead before getting up from her bed, "I'll be back. Drink that gatorade please."

Ella nodded and watched her mom walk out of her bedroom. She sighed and checked her phone, waiting to her back from her boyfriend Luke on if he got her homework and notes from the student council meeting she was missing today. It also mad her made that her perfect attendance record since kindergarten was about to be ruined, but there was no arguing with one Jake Seresin when he gave you the "dad" look.

Y/N was sitting down in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for a stew she was making for dinner. Jake greeted her with a kiss on her cheek before heading to the pantry and getting the bread out.

"Fever still high?" Y/N asked and Jake nodded.

"Hasn't budged," Jake said, and placed two slices of toast in the toaster, "She's worrying me. Can't believe she's still even lucid."

"Me either," Y/N said, "Val said that if it's stable that's a good thing, means her body is fighting off the illness. Just don't want it going on any longer."

Jake sighed and leaned against the counter, "I wish my kids never got sick. Remember when Alex was first born and he got really sick? I thought I was going to have a heart attack."

Y/N chuckled and set the knife down on the cutting board. Jake had always been the more empathetic parent when it came to the kids. Every bump, scrape, bruise, illness they got, Jake swore he could feel their pain. He always looked near tears whenever the kids got hurt. When Alex had been hospitalized as a baby, Jake hardly ever left his side, frightened that the worse would happen if he did. It took a doctor coming in and telling Jake that he needed to go for a walk for him to finally leave.

"Kids get sick," Y/N said, walking over to her husband and wrapping her arms around his neck, "It's a normal thing of growing up. At least we live in a place where we can drive five minutes to a hospital if we need one."

"You always find a brighter side to life," Jake smiled, "That's what I love about you," He kissed his wife quickly as the toast popped up, "That's for the princess."

Y/N giggled and moved back towards her cutting board. Jake smeared butter on the toast and grabbed two Tylenol pills and another gatorade before heading upstairs. He turned the corner into Ella's room but his eyebrows furrowed seeing her out of bed and standing in the middle of her room.

"Ella?" Jake asked.

"Dad? Why am I-" Her speech was slurred and Jake watched her knees buckle. He quickly threw down the items in his hands and ran to catch her before she could crash to the ground.

"I got you babygirl, I got you," Jake whispered running his hand over her hair, "Y/N!"

Hearing the commotion from downstairs, Y/N was already running up the stairs when Jake called. He looked like a frightened child as he held his unconscious one in his arms. Y/N kneeled down next to Ella, placing two cool rags underneath her arm pits.

"Keep her head level," Y/N said, and grabbed Ella's feet, propping them up against her bed, "Ella, sweetheart," Y/N rubbed her daughter's calf, watching as she slowly fluttered her eyes open and a whimper coming from her mouth.

"Mommy," She cried and Y/N smiled softly at her, "What-?"

"You fainted," Jake said and Ella looked up at her dad, tears in her eyes, "It's alright, babygirl."

"You got her? I'm gonna ring Val and have her come over," Y/N asked and Jake nodded, still holding his daughter in his arms.

Ella still had tears in her eyes, some threatening to spill as she looked at her dad, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Jake asked, and wiped a tear away with his thumb, "You're sick baby, there's nothing to apologize for." Ella nodded, "How about this, I put you back to bed, get you some snacks and we wait for Aunt Val to come by?"

Ella nodded again, and Jake picked her up in his arms. He gently laid her down, and tucked her back underneath the blankets. He kept the cold icepacks under her arms and the rag around her neck. Jake never left her side as they waited for Val and Y/N to come back.

#top gun imagine #top gun fluff #top gun fan fic #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fluff #top gun maverick fan fic #Jake seresin #Jake seresin fluff #Jake seresin imagine #Jake seresin fan fic #jake seresin x shy!wifey #Jake hangman seresin #hangman seresin #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman fan fic #hangman fluff

[tiffsturniolo]

PERIOD

this was a request and i kinda hate the idea? ngl cringes me out. dont like talking bout periods 💀

warnings: mentions of blood? short asf, absolutely shit

i woke up with the most gut wrenching pain in my stomach ever. i groan as i remember im on my period. i wish i could just sleep for the whole week, until my period is over.

i slowly reach my hand over to my phone which is waiting for me on my bedside table. the brightness of my phone blinds me and i squint my eyes to turn it down. despite how much pain im in from my uterus doing flips, a smile grows on my face when i see a message from my boyfriend, matt.

me and matt have only been dating 2 months, and its been the best 2 months of my life. ive known him and his brothers since high school so it was kind of a big change to suddenly start dating matt even though ive liked him ever since i met him. regardless, i love him so much.

hes the cutest human being on earth i swear. he always asks if im coming over and usually the answers yes. But i feel like if i get out of bed i might die. literally.

about 10 minuets later, i hear my front door open, sending a wave of panic through my body. Once i hear my boyfriends voice, i let out a sigh of relief

y/n? he asks as he opens my door slowly, smiling when he sees me

my only response is a groggily groan as i turn my body for the first time today to face him

he places a can of dr pepper and a twix bar on my nightstand and grins at me, almost looking proud that he got me stuff

he clears his throat and examines me for a second. whats wrong?

i look up at him, my face flushing red. weve never really talked about periods. i mean, weve only been dating two months, meaning ive only had 2 since we started dating. periods aren’t embarrassing, i dont know why i dont wanna tell him. and its not like matts a dick, he probably wont care. period. i mumble then swallow.

his eyes widen for a second then he nods. cant relate. he says with smirk and i cant help but grin.

he sits at the foot of my bed and throws his phone on the bed. i wish men got periods as well. he says innocently.

i look at him like he just suggested the most stupid thing. trust me, you dont. i say and laugh to myself.

but then i could know what your going through.

i throw my head back smiling and groan. your so corny

he smiles, rubs his eyes and look at me. how is wanting to understand my girlfriend corny? he says with a smirk. he stands up and climbs into the other side of the bed, laying on his back next to me. he grabs one of my stuffed animals and starts throwing it in the air and catching it.

i use all my upper arm strength to sit upright and grab the twix bar he bought for me. as i sit up, i see a small, red circle on my bed. my face instantly heats up and i feel like im on fire. i look over at matt but it seems that he has already noticed. hes looking at the blood stain with wide eyes. he looks up at me and his shocked expression instantly drops as he sees the panicked look on my face

y/n, its okay it doesnt- ill change your sheets, why dont you take a shower and get yourself cleaned up? he says, standing up and pulling me out of bed.

i cover my face with my hands and groan. i didn’t know that wa- i know it’s disgusting-. i blabber as i walk over to the bathroom.

y/n, i honestly dont care, its normal i know. he says, trying to act chill as he takes off the dirty sheet and puts it in the washing machine.

15 minuets later, i come out the bathroom all fresh, more relaxed than i was earlier cause i got to regather my thoughts in the shower.

i look up and see matt laying on my fresh bed, with a proud grin on his face with my dr pepper and twix bar waiting for me on my side. the lights are turned off and the only source of light is my fairy lights and the tv, which is playing spongebob squarepants.

i smile and hop in my side of the bed, resting my head on matts chest. thanks for not making it a big deal, i love you.

matts cheeks flush and he stares down at me. i love you too.

that was our first “i love you”.

sorry if thats terrible, this is my first time writing anything and i wrote it on the spot without planning it. im also sleep deprived so that doesn’t help

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #fluff #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader

[munson-blurbs]

omg i just read your story about reader being attacked by a fan and i cried so hard like no shit. i was thinking maybe you could do a part 2 where reader having the constant fear of being alone, but since she is in home rest (because of the incident) eddie gets her a black kitten to make sure she never truly alone and comforts her. it’s okay if you don’t want to write about it it’s just a request, love your writting btw🤍🤍🤍

Combining this with another Stalker Part II request!

"do you think you could write a part 2 to that last story you wrote where the reader visits the stalker in prison? idk, what she did was beyond horrible but i kind of feel bad for her since she's obviously mentally ill/unstable yk? and even if the reader isn't sympathetic at all (rightfully), it would still be kind of interesting to see a follow-up."

Warnings: language, nightmares, mental illness (pls note that mentally ill folks are more likely to be attacked than to attack others)

WC: 2k

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You'd gotten home from the hospital a few weeks ago; "home" temporarily being the Hopper-Byers household, since the apartment you and Eddie shared was being treated as a crime scene. To be honest, you had no desire to ever step foot in that building again.

Joyce and Jim Hopper had been nothing less than accommodating, making sure you were eating properly and going for short walks to get fresh air.

"I'm tellin' ya, kiddo," Chief Hopper said to you once, "I can't begin to describe how relieved I was when you opened that door."

Eddie had been your rock through it all. He'd postponed the remainder of Corroded Coffin's tour to take care of you. At the very beginning, you'd needed a lot of help just getting around, still sore from the intense physical altercation with her. You're now at a point where you've built up some stamina, but the psychological damage is all-too prevalent.

You wake up screaming in the middle of the night, body drenched in sweat from thrashing. Eddie's right there next to you, risking a hit from your flailing limbs.

"It's okay, you're okay," he soothes you. "Baby, you're safe."

And once you realize where you are and the adrenaline wears off, the tears flow. Heaving sobs rattle your chest as Eddie holds you tight. You feel horrible waking him--and probably your gracious hosts, too--but they all remind you that it's not your fault. And when Joyce recommends a therapist for you, you gladly accept.

Finally, Eddie found a new apartment for you both. It was a little smaller than your last one, he explained, but it would work. You didn't care if it was a shoebox, as long as you never had to see your old place again.

"I have a special surprise for you," he says with a wink as he drives toward the building.

"Is it a milkshake from Benny's?" you ask giddily, bouncing up and down on the seat.

Eddie laughs. "Calm down, jumping bean," he places a ringed hand on your thigh. "No, it's not a milkshake from Benny's. It's even better."

You wrinkle your nose. "What could be better than that?"

"Shh," he smushes a finger over your lips, "you'll see!"

~

Your new apartment is on the fifth floor, and as soon as the elevator opens, you spot Jeff, Gareth, and Dustin standing outside your door.

"Hey, guys!" you call out excitedly from behind a box containing some of your clothes. "What are you doing here?"

"Welcoming you home," Dustin answers. "But, y'know, we didn't wanna jump out and scare you, so we decided to just wait out here." Jeff and Gareth nod in agreement.

Their thoughtfulness makes you beam; it's been a long time since you've smiled that genuinely. "Wow, you guys are the best!"

Eddie gently pushes you towards the door, placing the key in your palm. "Just wait until you get inside," he teases.

You raise an eyebrow and turn the key in the lock. You open the door to a fully-furnished apartment.

"Oh my God," you whisper breathlessly, and you start to cry. "Did...did you three do all this?"

Gareth steps forward. "Actually, there were four of us. Max is in the bedroom with the second part of your surprise."

You look up at Eddie incredulously. "Second part?" you question, and his response is just another signature grin.

The bedroom is also decorated and furnished, but that's not what Gareth was referring to. In Max's arms is a tiny black kitten.

She holds the cat out to you with a smile. "Eddie figured you two could take care of each other," she tells you. "She needs a good mama."

“Yeah,” Jeff chimes in, “Eddie knows how much you love to take care of strays.” Eddie elbows him in the ribs, which he receives with an oof.

You take the kitten from Max gingerly, and she mews and curls up on your chest. “She’s so cute and little,” you murmur, kissing the top of her fuzzy little head.

Eddie leans up against you, rubbing his forefinger against the cat’s side. “She still needs a name,” he tells you.

You think for a moment before coming up with the perfect idea. “How about Lovey?” you ask, though you’ve already made up your mind. “Because she’ll remind me of a day I felt very loved.” It’s sappy, but you can’t help it.

Dustin looks over at the cat. “Whaddya think? Is your name Lovey?” Lovey just snuggles up closer to you, making everyone laugh.

“Lovey it is,” Eddie confirms, kissing your forehead.

~

A few more weeks go by, filled with Lovey cuteness and training. She’s getting the hang of the litter box, though both you and Eddie have stepped in your fair share of cat turds.

The day you’ve been dreading finally arrives: Corroded Coffin is going back on the road. Eddie’s hesitant; he knows he has to tour to make money, but he’s terrified to leave you alone. You’re nervous, too. Even though she’s behind bars, there could be more Eddie stalkers out there that you don’t even know about yet.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Eddie asks, gnawing on his lower lip as he rolls his suitcase to the door.

You nod. “I’ll be fine. Lovey will protect me,” you remind him. “She’s officially my guard-cat.”

“Ah, yes,” he teases, “she will lick them to death with her sandpaper tongue.”

“Seriously, Eds,” you take his hand in yours and swing it gently. “I’ve got Hopper on speed dial. We’ve got that fancy new alarm system you set up, and you’re not even in the phonebook anymore. You don’t have to worry about me.”

He scoffs. “I’m going to worry about you. Don’t even try to convince me not to.”

You laugh. “Fine, worry about me! But just know that you don’t have to.”

He gives you a deep kiss, breathing you in. “Call me if you need anything, okay? I left a list of the venues we’re playing, and I installed a phone on the bus, so that number’s on there, too.”

“Thank you,” you say. “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you, too. So fucking much.”

~

The first three days with just you and Lovey are uneventful. You’ve been looking for a new job, so most of your days are spent poring over the Help Wanted section of the Hawkins Post. When you’re not job-hunting, you’re trying out recipes that Eddie would never eat, or playing with Lovey. She’s particularly fond of one toy that’s essentially a ribbon on a stick.

On day four, the phone rings. It’s your lawyer.

“Y/N?” Linda’s aggressive voice bleats over the receiver. “It’s Linda.”

“Yes? Is everything okay with the case?” Your blood runs cold at the idea of the stalker breaking out of jail.

“Yes, everything’s fine,” she reassures you, and you breathe a long sigh of relief. “I just got a call from Stacey’s lawyer, and she informed me that Stacey would like to speak to you and apologize.”

You scowled at her name; you preferred to just think of her as her. “Why?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“Well, she might be trying to show the judge that she’s on her best behavior,” Linda explains, “but she is pleading guilty, so I’m not confident that that’s her reasoning.”

“Oh-okay,” you stammer. “So, is she gonna, like, call me or something?”

“No, sweetheart. You’d have to go down and speak to her in person,” Linda says. “She’d be behind a glass wall; you’d talk through a telephone that connects to each side.” She pauses for a moment. “You aren’t obligated, you know.”

You take a sharp breath in. “When can I go?”

~

Linda is able to schedule a visit for the next day. You don’t tell Eddie; he’d just try to talk you out of it. And maybe he’d be right, but you want to do this. You need the closure.

The guards pat you down and check your bag. You wish you could’ve brought Lovey with you. She’d gotten good at calming you down. Your nightmares slightly subsided when you felt her warm little body curled up at the foot of your bed.

You sit in a cold plastic chair, wringing your hands anxiously, until Stacey appears in front of you. She’s wearing a bright orange jumpsuit. Her eyes scream with exhaustion, so different from the villain who’d attacked you all those nights ago.

You each pick up the phone on your respective sides of the glass. All of the words you want to say get caught in your throat.

“Hi,” Stacey says softly. “Thank you for coming.” Like this is a dinner party she’s hosting. You think you’re going to be sick.

Stacey continues on. “I want to apologize for what I did,” she begins. “Y/N, I am so, so sorry for hurting you. I feel awful knowing that I’ve caused you so much pain.” Tears well in her eyes and she sniffles.

You can’t muster up any empathy; in fact, only rage bubbles to the surface. “You feel awful?” you hiss. “I’m the one having nightmares of you in my home, holding a knife to my throat, kicking me in the stomach, violating my safety.

“I see you everywhere I go. I feel like you’re following me in the grocery store. I worry that I’ll walk into an elevator and be trapped with you. That I’ll wake up and you’ll be in my bed.” You can’t hold back your own emotions anymore, and you start to cry. “So don’t sit here and tell me about how you feel, because I honestly don’t give a flying fuck.”

You expect her sinister grin to return, delighting in the spectacle you’re making. Instead, she nods solemnly. “You’re right.” She lightly scratches her short fingernails against the counter surface. “This...this isn’t an excuse, and I hope you don’t take it as one,” she says quietly, practically a whisper. “After I was arrested, the doctors diagnosed me with schizophrenia. I was having delusions...I thought I actually was Eddie’s soulmate. I thought God was putting me through a series of tests to get to him. Y/N, I seriously thought God was speaking directly to me.” She shakes her head at the ridiculousness of the idea.

“So, what did the doctors do?” you ask bitterly.

“They gave me medications that help, and I speak to a counselor here. She makes sure that my thoughts aren’t paranoid or delusional or anything like that.” Stacey looks at you, pained. “I didn’t realize how bad I’d gotten.”

You hesitate before posing your next question, terrified of the answer. “Do you still think you’re Eddie’s soulmate?”

She shakes her head. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t know him. I know his music, but I don’t know him.” A tear runs down her cheek. “Eddie is not anything to me besides a musician I listened to.”

You look at the ceiling. She seems sincere, like she understands the depth of the damage she’s caused. “I accept your apology,” you say carefully, “but I can’t forgive you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to, but I definitely can’t forgive you right now.”

Stacey nods. “I know. I wanted to apologize, and I’m just grateful that you came.”

“Well, okay then,” you clear your throat awkwardly, unsure how to end a conversation with someone who once tried to kill you. “Thank you for your apology.”

~

You call Eddie as soon as you get home and fill him in. He’s not thrilled that you spoke to Stacey, especially without him, but he doesn’t lecture you.

“Do you think it helped?” he asks gently.

“I dunno,” you answer honestly. “I don’t...I don’t think it hurt. It just felt like something I had to do.”

“Okay,” he finally says. “We have a week between our gig tonight and our next gig because the venue had to cancel. I’m coming home tomorrow, and I’ll be there for a few days. I miss you so fucking much,” he admits.

“I miss you more, Eds. And Lovey misses you most,” you tell him as she purrs on your lap.

“I’ll see you both so soon,” he promises. 

“We’ll be here,” you tell him, “safe and sound.”

--

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Comfort of the Heart

I told y’all that whenever the writing gets clog I just keep posting so many stories at once. BEAR WITH ME!! ENJOY!!

You had requested to work from home for the last couple of days, not because you were ill or anything but mostly because you were sick and tired of your coworker’s incompetence and their lack of common sense.

Staying home meant, you didn’t have to wear those stifling clothes or sit at your desk and talk to people you didn’t want to talk to about things you couldn’t care less.

It was blissful.

Your only problem was probably Hisoka. You loved the man but when he came back home after a week away in his own world, he was usually worked up and his only cure usually had you fighting this man trying to eat you out from under the table while you were in a meeting. It was the equivalent of wrestling a puppy trying to play-bite your fingers.

It wasn’t all bad.

There were mornings where you would quietly jump out of bed, trying to silence your footfalls against the floor as to not wake him. Every time the sheets rustled you would tense up with your shoes in your hand, and stop walking, look over your shoulder to see him still once more and then continue to move away. Unbeknownst to you he was smirking all the time, moving on purpose to make you tense.

Later that same morning, while you are lost in your writing a steaming mug of coffee would be placed on your table and heavy lithe hands on your shoulders as they massage away the tension. He would kiss your temple and lean on you, chin on your head and long arms hanging loosely around you like a heavy blanket as he watched your laptop.

“Anybody you need me to kill, darling?” He would joke but you knew better. Deep down he was fiercely territorial and all too eager to prove it.

“Not at the moment, dear” you would kiss under his chin and continue to work.

Whenever he was home and you were too, he would lounge in the same room doing his own thing and while you did your own. Two souls just basking in each other’s presence recharging social batteries.

Today, however, was a particularly stressful day. It had started like any other would, but by 10:00 am you were already disassociating, mind blank and unable to think or concentrate on anything for more than five seconds. Your hands kept rubbing your face, fists lightly pounding your head to see if that would somehow restart you. But nothing seemed to work. After an hour of trying and not succeeding you resorted to retracing leaves and flowers on a flower printed post-it note. That seemed to jerk you into action, and you continued working.

Then your boss gave you the wrong information and you got called out for his mistakes. It was both infuriating and embarrassing and you didn’t know whether to die on the spot or go bury yourself. You apologized many times but this time you couldn’t hide the burning rage behind a plastic smile.

By 4 pm Hisoka entered the house, taking off his shoes and putting them beside yours by the front door. The place was devoid of life. He arched a perfectly thin eyebrow and made his way to the bedroom to be greeted by a comical sight.

He bit his lip “My, my am I late for the lay-on-the-floor time?”

You were laying on the floor, arms resting on your stomach, legs bent and slightly spread, with closed eyes. Coincidentally, your cat was sleeping next to you in an equally splayed position. Hisoka chuckled and bent down to lay on the other side, next to you.

“What happened?” he asked looking at you. You huffed and turned to meet his look, your eyes droopy and tired.

“Just tired” you sighed.

Hisoka scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close until you were on top of him. You let out a squeak and part of you wanted to squirm away and out of his hold, but he held your head to his chest, and you caught the beating of his heart. The sound was like a lullaby. Then as you listened, your body felt how his chest rose and fell and tried to copy his motions.

His fingers petted your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingertips still being mindful of his nails while his other hand drew circles on your back.

“How about you let me get under the table…” He started whispering.

You hit his chest with a quirky smile, brows furrowed and still joking, but making your best effort to look angry and clearly failing. He started to chuckle and wriggled his eyebrows in suggestion making you laugh.

“Nooo, you dummy” your forehead landed on his chest making him huff a little “Besides it’s almost time to clock out”

“Mmm, I feel a nice…” kiss to the crown of your head “steamy….” Kiss to your forehead “sexy bath coming up” kiss to your nose.

You smiled biting your lip “I’ll go run it” Hisoka looked a bit comical holding your shoulders with wide enthusiastic eyes and a huge smirk.

You chuckled as he deposited you on your chair and went to prepare the nice, steamy, and sexy bath.

Yeah, it wasn’t so bad.

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Leverage: Sophie Devereaux, Tara Cole Word Count: 554 T(W): None Request: Yes, “Request for Leverage fanfic for Sophie and Tara. Romantic or otherwise. One shot plot is them meeting after Nate's death? I saw a few good ones, but I need MORE.” – @zero-buds A/N: I LOVED writing this one, there is not enough love for these two! Hope it's what you were looking for! :) <3 Requests open (see pinned post)

The message came through a few days after the funeral. Sophie couldn’t bare to look at the messages. She was inundated with messages from those who knew Nate, those who knew her, those who knew them both. It was too much. Death is a hard thing to get over. Even harder thing to understand, to forgive. She was amazed that her phone still had the capacity to receive new messages. The team had stuck around for a day or two after the funeral, then clients kept calling and she told them to just go, listening to their phones dinging alongside her own were killing her. Sure, she could, and probably should, have just let the battery in her phone die, just turned it off, but she couldn’t. She knew it was ridiculous, but she left it on incase she received a message from Nate. Incase he had some message set to send after his death. She even set up a specific ringtone for Nate. Just incase.

After another week or so, the messages stopped coming through, Sophie couldn’t tell if it was because the inbox was finally full or not. Scared that there was still a chance for a last message from Nate she began clearing out some of the older messages, barely looking at the names as she erased them. As she was erasing messages her doorbell rang. Sophie looked up exaserated  at the same point her phone started dinging again with all the messages finally managing to get through. She threw her phone on the couch next to her and went to answer the door. The face that met her was the last one she expected.

“Tara?” Tara gave a small smile and immediately pulled Sophie into a hug, apologising for not being there sooner, explaining that she had sent messages and tried to phone several times, but never received a response. Sophie was still in shock and trying to register that Tara had come all the way from wherever she had been staying just to see her. Tara was going at a quick pace explaining how she was in deep cover and hadn’t gotten news of Nate’s illness or death until a few days after the funeral when her assignment had ended. She walked into Sophie’s house with Sophie trailing behind her. “Where’s the wine, you look like you could use a drink. Or 10.” She turned back to start going through cupboards looking for glasses and Sophie’s wine stash.

The ladies spent the rest of the night drinking and talking, reliving the past, Tara’s time with the team, the girl’s time together pre-team. They started off the night at the kitchen island, then moved into the sitting room where the fire place was. It was the first time in what felt like forever that Sophie felt lighter, Tara refused to give Sophie a chance to realise she was happy and begin to feel guilty, she deserved at least one day to be her, to not feel guilty about being happy. Neither of the women had any idea when they both ended up on the floor, wrapped around and into one another. When Sophie awoke she couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s sleeping form, arms wrapped protectively around her, protecting her from the darkness that was threatening to consume her.

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[moonjxsung]

HELLAUR POOKIE I MISSED YOU RAHHHH it has been a serious hot minute since ive been back here hello everyone hello star hello every single 85 anons (woah thats a lot) RAHHH first of all i reread all of your anon asks and your personal updates on your blog and im really upset to hear that youre taking down all of your small drabbles and requests (rip my favorite minho biker story <//3) but honestly i totally do understand where you stand on this and i respect your opinion im just glad youre still here and staying with us !!! (im chaining up your ankles and keeping you here forever who's in who's basement now huh !! yeah thats what i thought !!! [we have conjoined basements])

I MISSED YOU STAR RAHHH i was going through yet another week of "oh shit i think my mental health is depleting but im going to pretend that its not at a critical level right now and immerse myself in studies and hope it goes away" but in fact it did not go away and i dont know how i feel right not BUT ITS OKAY because im rewatching komi cant communicate and i made my 84th spotify playlist on my fifth spotify account and i used to use 4 spotify accounts during 2022-2023 so this is probably like my 600th smth playlist but yk!!! (i made a total of like 30+ this year so far im goign crazy star help me)

speaking of i shoudl send you my new playlist on discord ALSO i saw you and an anon talking about 505 RAHHHHH ARCTIC MONKEYS <333333 i used to be a huge arctic monkeys fan but now im getting back into them i literally have a 505 phase RIGHT NOW ive been listenign to it on loop !!! idk why im so energetic right now rahh i missed you lots oh yeah also !!! my $50 temu package arrived and i like freaked out about it for like a solid 15 minutes then proceeded to lose my ring and brand new keychain in like the next 2 hours (im so upset) its okay though cs they were like 50 cents each i can rebuy it !!! (im still upset) star im not kidding im serious when i say ive spent over 90 bucks on temu during hte past like 3-4 months please help me star im going insane my friends keep saying that im such a loyal temu customer that atp the company is going to start recruiting me to be one of their asian workers in china and ill be enslaved earning two pennies a day for the rest of my life

did you knwo peppermint candy is good

~《☘️》

HIIIIIIIII POOOOKIEEEEE RAHHHHHH I MISSED YOU SO MUCH HOW ARE YOU HOW’S IT GOINGNTHTJFJDKDKDJ I will gladly remain shackled to the confines that are tumblr. I love it here (mostly) I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH RAHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️

I’m SOOOO sad about my shorter drabbles (biker!minho story was literally my fav one by FAR oh my god) but hopefully they can pick up again in the future 💔💔 fuck you wattpad thieves. We all booed !

ANYWAYS I MISSED YOU TOOOO I was also having a shitty mental health week and I’ve just been insanely busy like I haven’t had a single second this week to just sit down and take a fucking breather!!!! But we made it to the weekend and I’m alive RAHHHH star lives to see another weekend of interacting w her beloved anons and consuming kpop content 💯💯 I hope you’re doing better though my sweet angel!!!! April has been so shitty but I know we’re gonna make it out of it alive somehow 🫶 ALSO YES SEND ME ALL THE SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS I NEED SO MUCH NEW MUSIC TO LISTEN TO ‼️‼️ I’ve been listening to the arctic monkeys nonstop again bc I was talking about them on here I LOVEEEE HOW WE’RE BOTH BACK IN 505 PHASE SOOOO REAL

PLELWKAKSLDKSKEKDKR RHE TEMU PART 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CRYINGNTJTNGNFMEMEJ THAT’S me at the fucking kpop store near my HOUSEEEMEKEKE I SPENT $200 THERE TODAY AND IM GOING BQDK TOMORROW BC THEY GOT THE NEW JHOPE KEYCHAINS AND BEANIES IN STOCK I NEED RHEM SOOOO BAD. YOU AND ME RETAIL THERAPY TOGETHER ERA WHEN 😍😍😍😍🫶

Also peppermint candy is good but not as good as you I love you so much RAHHHHH I MISSED YOU SO BADDDJEKSKSKSKS

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Hello! I'd like to request for headcanons where Azul, Jade and Floyd take care of a sick SO please! Gender neutral reader if that's alright. Have fun~

Yes! My favorite characters lets gooo! And ofc gender neutral reader is okay!

Also sorry this took…a whole week to get done. If I’m being honest I was being like stupidly lazy

Octaville trio taking care of sick s/o

A/N: Gender neutral reader, and no other warnings besides that!

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is very observant, so he almost instantly noticed your more sluggish behavior

And the fact that your nose was running 24/7

He sees you in the hallway walking to your next class, and he drags you away from the door

“Nope! You need to rest.” He would say

He takes you to Octavinelle, to his dorm room

He sets you on the bed and asked what was going on, and how bad it feels

You say pretty much everything feel gross, and that your throat, stomach and head hurt

He lets you snuggle up in blankets, and then leaves the room

Only to come back with a bunch of snacks.

You ask him where he got it was he quietly says

“I may or may not have a small-secret stash…”

Emphasis on the “small”

He doesn’t want to get to close to you, not in fear of getting sick but in fear of you getting too hot

And if you’re too cold, he’s cold blooded so it doesn’t really help either

He feels kind of hopeless, but he’s doing everything he can

He takes your temperature every few hours, and will come back from his office very so often to check up on you

If he walks in on you sleeping, he plants a little kiss on your forehead and then places a cool and wet towel over it

He will do everything in his power to make you feel comfortable!!!

Floyd Leech

Oh my god

The moment he hears a single- and I mean a single sniffle or cough

He has his arms wrapped around you and is all like, “ My beloved Shrimpy is sick!!!”

He whines about how he can’t go out with you now!

The moment you plop down in bed, he has a cup of water and a pillow

He sets you down, a small worried look on his face, and he’s quiet

When you’re finally comfortable, a large toothy grin spreads around his face

Uh oh

He weasels his way under the covers and squeezes reaaaaal close to you

And soon, he is out like a light

You try to drag him off you, in fear he could get ill or catch what you had

But he had the goofiest smile on his face, it was quite hard to resist

His way of “taking care” of you doesn’t exactly help, but it does make you feel better in a mentally and restful way

When you wake up the next morning, Floyd is still clinging to you, but your silence is interrupted by a loud sneeze by him

“Told ya so”

Jade Leech

Jade almost instantly is right beside you going

“What’s wrong with you?”

It’s almost intimidating in a sense, but you know he’s not the best with-intimacy quite yet

You explain it’s probably the common cold, or maybe a slight stomach bug

The moment you tell him, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to Octavinelle

He doesn’t really bother noticing the odd stares he got, but that’s not important at the moment

He lets you rest in his dorm, and asks if you need anything-anything at all from the lounge or from him

He says, “It would be my honor to get anything you please.”

If you say something like you want some water, he is on it IMMEDIATELY

Like the SPEED OF LIGHT

He just wishes to pamper you until you feel your best, giving you small pecks on your temple or petting your cheek with his hand

One you fall asleep he is right by you until you awake again

You do so much as a small shutter in your sleep and he’s already worried

He’s extremely clingy, if it wasn’t obvious already, though he won’t show it in public but he will when alone with you

His way of letting you heal is to pamper you and stay by your side until you feel yourself again

<3

Thanks for reading!

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they wanna make me their queen (i) || a.h.

ship: evil stepmother!agatha harkness x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ only; dark au (all in future part: stepcest, manipulation, corruption, probably other stuff), smut in future parts 

a/n: sooo this started as a loosely tangled inspired au with other fairytale tropes mixed in and became...something else that im very excited about! no clue if this will ever be a full fic bc i dont rlly like writing high fantasy/medieval stuff so we’re sticking w this format for now. 

part i (you’re here!)  ▪  part ii  ▪  part iii  ▪  part iv - finale  ▪ bonus

You’re the princess of your kingdom, only child to your widowed father.

His marriage to Agatha Harkness was a surprise to everyone. She wasn’t of royal blood herself, no noble connections or lineage to be found. In fact, she was a bit of a social outcast.

Nevertheless, the kingdom celebrated this marriage - only wishing the marriage to be celebrated was yours, since you’ve turned of age and are still un-betrothed. Your father, lost in the grief of the death of your mother, never arranged any suitors for you, leaving you to your own devices.

This meant you were free to get into trouble on your own, bedding many maidens through the villages in secret (well, not so much secret as something the king told people to stop spreading rumors about)

Agatha was nice. In a sickeningly fake way. You could see right through her ruse, the way she would smile and nod along in front of the nobles, only to scoff and mutter foul language about them, your father, and the kingdom in private.

The only person she was honest with, oddly enough, was you. She never cared if you were around to hear her complaints about the stuck up elites, hoarding their wealth, telling you all of the horrible rumors about them cheating on their wives as well.

In fact, the two of you got along very well. That is, until the day your father fell ill.

Agatha claimed she was ready to take on the throne on her own, having absorbed plenty over the past year and she wanted your father to rest without having to worry about all the stress of the monarchy.

Your father entrusted the kingdom to her temporarily. But, stated that if he was to pass, the kingdom would fall to you since you were of age.

Agatha didn’t take this news well, claiming you were still too young and naïve, not fit for the horrible responsibility of it all. She’s trying to protect you, she insists.

Your father doesn’t budge, you don’t say a word to the matter, secretly thinking that maybe Agatha is right and you’re not prepared to rule the kingdom. Not on your own, at least.

Your fathers condition gets better by the day. But all of his advisors start preparing you for the inevitable anyway, upon his own request.

Agatha sits in on every meeting, never leaving your side, insisting that everything will end up okay so long as you trust her guidance.

And you do. It’s much less stressful with Agatha helping you along, teaching you about the less than savory parts of ruling that your father has sheltered you from.

One week is particularly grating. The king’s advisors insist on finding suitors for you, and you’ve been forced to have dinner with several men already.

They were nice enough, all coming from noble families in and outside of your kingdom, but you miss the days of sneaking out and kissing the village maidens.

Agatha can tell out bad the week was, so she all but forces the king and his advisors to let her take you on a reprieve to her old cottage.

To your surprise, they pretty easily agree, and you eagerly pack your things and get ready for your journey with Agatha.

(next part)

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"don't touch me"

Ona

multiple requests for this one with Ona

🤒

You walked into the locker room, quickly scanning the room to find Ona. She had stalked off the field as soon as the final whistle blew. Rubbing a hand over your temple, you walked towards her. She was standing in the corner, faced away from you, her hands on her hips.

"Ona?" you said gently, touching her arm.

She jerked away from you, turning to look at you. "Don't touch me."

You dropped your hand. "How are you feeling?" You resisted the urge to check her temperature. Now that she was facing you, you could see just how ill she looked. And how mad.

"Like my girlfriend told my coach to sub me out of one of the most important matches of the season."

"Ona, you're not well enough to play."

"I make that decision!" she shouted, catching the attention of a few of your teammates. They all backed away to give you both space. "Nobody gets to decide when I'm not well enough to play except me."

"Babe, please calm down." You tried to put your hand on her shoulder, but she jerked away again. You were trying as hard as you could to keep your tone of voice neutral as you saw her anger continue to rise.

"I told you not to touch me." She took a step away from you, making your stomach sink. "This is the Champions League semis, Y/N. And you took that from me."

"I know how important this is. But you're more important, Ona. Tell me that you feel one percent ready to play right now."

"I'm one hundred percent ready to play," she said, dissolving into a coughing fit.

"Liar," you said, smiling in victory. But the smile quickly left your face when you saw Ona's eyes roll back. Moving quickly, you caught her before she could hit the ground.  "Idiot." Patting her cheek, you called her name softly. After what seemed like an hour but was probably a few seconds, you saw her eyes fluttering open. "Ona, there you go. Open your eyes, love."

"What happened?" She looked around at the worried faces of your teammates who were now hovering above you. You could see her eyes fluttering, unable to focus on anything. You kept your hand on her cheek, hoping it would help ground her.

"You fainted. Do you think you can stand up?" After a moment, she nodded. You looked up at Ivanna and she moved to the other side of Ona to help you left her up. You kept a firm grasp on her waist. "Let's get you checked out and then I'm taking you home. You can yell at me some more there."

The medics told you that Ona had a fever and what appeared to be a bad cold. They advised rest for a few days and meds to break the fever. You took Ona home, carrying her up the stairs and putting her down in the bed. She had been sleepy after passing out and didn't fight you when you told her to nap for a bit while you made her something to eat.

You brought the tray with chicken noodle soup, fever reducing medicine, water, and a single flower into the bedroom when you heard Ona moving around. "Ready to eat?"

"I'm so tired." You sat down next to her, putting the tray over her lap.

"Eat a little and then you can sleep some more." You pulled the hair back from her face, securing it with a hair tie.

"Thank you," she muttered. You sat with her while she ate and then you made sure she took her medicine. Testing Ona's anger level, you squeezed her hand when you took the tray from her. You didn't expect her to grab your hand and bring it to her lips.

"I'm still angry and disappointed that I didn't get to play in this game. But thank you for looking out for me. I didn't feel good, but I really didn't want to miss this."

"I know you didn't. Next week, once you're recovered, you can help us whoop PSG." You kissed her cheek. "Sleep tight, my stubborn idiot."

#ficlet #ona batlle x reader #Ona batlle #woso imagine

[justauthoring]

Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine. 

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence. 

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week. 

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t. 

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade. 

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys. 

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes. 

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

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[rendevousz]

little hacker

avengers x fem!teen!reader

characters: brief clint barton, tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker

summary: you hacked into tony's systems and he, along with the team, track you down.

warnings: mentions of death and a car crash, hacking written by someone who has no idea how it works

word count: 3241

note: hi um this is my first oneshot on tumblr i hope you like it!!

you were 14 when you first met the avengers. your family had gotten into a tragic car accident and you were the only one who made it out alive, leaving you in excessive guilt and burden; guilt because you were the only one granted a second chance at life and burden because you had to live your life, barely scraping by as you were dropped the responsibility of taking care of your sick grandmother.

at 11, where all that the kids your age had to worry about was whether their pocket money was enough to get themselves an after-school snack, you worried whether or not the money left to your name was enough to survive.

at 11, where girls worried about their changing bodies and asked their mothers about it, you had to figure it all out yourself and with the help of your trusty laptop, the only gadget you had, one that your dad had gifted to you after you had gotten 100s for all your tests at age 8. he thought you were his little prodigy and figured a laptop would treat you well. you took care of it well because while you didn't want to spend the last of your money left, —that was specifically set aside for your grandmother's hospital bills— you wanted to hold on to the laptop for as long as you could, as a reminder of your loving father, as well as the memories the item held, after you've watched movies with pretty much all of your passed family members on that laptop at different points in your life. that was why whenever the thing lagged due to how much you've been using it, you almost always figure out how to fix it until it was good as new.

at 12, while your classmates had their parents to protect them when they were out at night, you feared for your life whenever you were out past dark. which led you to learning self defence from youtube videos. you learned them pretty quickly and with your sharp-wittedness, you no longer feared to be out at night. you even had the honours of trying out your skills when some men thought they could get you just because you were smaller than them.

at 12, where kids your age were having fun, enjoying their childhood, you had no choice but to be mature and think for the good of yourself and your sick grandmother. you were forced to grow up and you were probably more mature and intelligent than the rest of your classmates combined.

and at 13, you realised that money wasn't going to grow on trees and the money you were left with wasn't going to last forever. it had to last until you were old enough to work. but with your grandmother's condition getting worse and worse, you were forced to drop out of school. you were upset because you loved it. you loved knowledge. but family came first and the only thing that your knowledge increased on was on computers.

which led to you being able to hack into tony stark's bank account at only 14. you had no other choice than to steal money and who better to steal it from than a guy whose pocket change could probably last you another five years or so? you knew who tony stark was, the whole world knows who he is. and you thought that maybe he would be too preoccupied with his alter ego saving the whole world, along with his group of earth's mightiest heroes that he wouldn't notice the tiny bit of money you'd stolen from him.

of course the billionaire had been alerted immediately by his AI when you'd accessed into his systems. "security breach?" he exclaimed, immediately dropping the tool he was tinkering his suit with in his lab.

he spent about 3 minutes, that was how long you took touring around in his systems, observing what you did in it. he watched as you did nothing about the highly confidential information he had and instead, stole....5 grand from his bank account? that was barely a scratch to his account. what was going on?

he had requested FRIDAY to track down the hacker, mainly because he was perplexed that someone had hacked into his well protected system just to steal a tiny bit of money but it seems that even FRIDAY couldn't track down where it came from.

he told the team and it was then that everyone worried how dangerous the hacker could possibly be.

"who steals just 5 grand after hacking into a billionaire's bank account?" clint frowned after tony had explained the whole situation. "i mean, if i managed to hack into your systems, i'd do way more than just steal a couple bucks."

"exactly. and who knows? they might just be waiting for the right moment to install dangerous malware into the system and until we find the culprit, they're roaming somewhere out there with all our confidential information right at the tip of their fingers. if they decide to use it against us..." tony trailed off, for once having a worried expression on his otherwise nonchalant face. he's never been this clueless about what to do with any sort of technical issues concerning the avengers or himself.

you on the other hand, after getting complacent that you weren't caught, kept doing so for the next couple months or so. you had no ill intentions, just trying to scrape by. the whole situation puzzled tony. he didn't care how much you've taken from him in total now, you were right; it was merely pocket change to him. but you were still considered a threat since you had free access to his systems and he didn't even know who you were or where you were.

that was until you made a tiny mistake, one that if tony wasn't spending every waking moment trying to track you down he wouldn't have noticed. and though it was a small mistake, it certainly was going to change how things ran from then on.

that afternoon, after having just gotten back from visiting your grandmother at the hospital, you were planning to get more money from the billionaire's bank account at the comfort of your own home. god, hospital bills were expensive. once you had had a little snack, you settled down on the couch and opened your laptop. but being the quick-witted person you were, before the screen in front of you lit up, you saw movement from behind you.

your heart raced. you could handle fighting people but those usually happened in alleys at nighttime. this was in your home, your safe place. you made sure to lock the doors and there weren't fire escapes outside your windows so how did the intruder get in?

you could tell they were trying to be inconspicuous to get to you and so you let them. you let the person think that they were going to get you without a fight but when they were right behind you, you swiftly turned your body around and jumped over the couch. the masked intruder let out a surprised yelp and the two of you fought for a bit. before you knew it, you had them pinned under you in just ten seconds.

"wha– how– what?" it sounded like a boy. you looked down at him and noticed his red and blue spandex suit. you frowned. wasn't this the friendly neighbourhood spiderman guy or something? why was a superhero breaking into your home?

he was coughing from your knee pressing down onto his chest and you lifted it slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough to escape. he seemed grateful though because he muttered a seemingly embarrassed 'thanks'.

"get off the kid or i'll blast you off of him myself."

you look up and saw the iron man repulsor aimed right at you, and obviously iron man himself was standing right there in the middle of your small apartment. behind him stood a redhead, who you knew as the black widow, aiming a pistol at you, and a man with a shield, captain america. the spiderboy must've come in through the window and unlocked the door for them.

when you made eye contact with steve, he frowned in confusion. you looked way too young to be the culprit they had expected. he muttered a quiet 'wait, what?' before tony stark revealed himself, his iron man faceplate opening.

"um...kid? where are your parents? or guardian? we need to see them because there's been some highly illegal activity coming from this address." the man in the suit spoke. you stayed still, knee still pressing against the boy under you, frowning at the adults in the room. they noticed your apprehensiveness and slowly lowered their weapons. "we're not here to hurt you, you can release the boy now," steve told you gently.

you usually weren't one to trust easily but since these people were known superheroes, you reluctantly stood up, still anxious of the possibilities of what they could do to you. the spiderboy got up too and dusted his back, before going to stand next to steve. you were confused as to why these heroes were breaking in your home until you remembered what you had been up to for the past weeks. how could you forget when that was the only reason you were still surviving?

your eyes widened with fear when they met tony's soft ones. he looked at you with such care and worry that you were reminded of your late dad. the man in front of you wasn't the arrogant man you've watched on youtube. you felt bad for stealing from him now. you used to think that he deserved it, despite how little you took compared to how much he had. the man knelt down before you so he didn't appear so big in front of you, seeing your frightened expression. little did he know you were frightened for a totally different reason.

"anyone else living here, kid? because i tracked down this address and someone has been stealing money from me. i might need to have a little talk with them." he explained, looking around the house. you fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously, scared of what would come once you came clean about your actions. you were scared you were going to be taken in for juvenile crime but you were also scared of the consequences of lying straight to their faces. so you took a deep breath before deciding to just tell the truth.

"t–that would be me, sir." you admitted in a small voice, avoiding eye contact with the billionaire you had been stealing from. a few shocked looks from the team and an incredulous 'what?' from tony had you biting the inside of your cheeks in fear.

"i'm truly sorry about that, sir. i..." you trailed off, debating whether or not to justify your actions because you thought that he might not even want to listen to it. "i had to pay off my grandmother's hospital bills because she is very sick. my family died a few years ago in a car crash and i was the only one who made it. i was left some money to my name but having to survive on that along with paying off nana's bills, it was bound to run out. i...i thought that since you were a billionaire, stealing a few thousands wouldn't matter to you...i'm so sorry, sir. i– i'll start working to pay you back.." you stuttered out, holding your hands together so it would minimise the shaking.

tony's mouth opened and closed, like fish out of water, not knowing what to say to you. he stood up and you were on the verge of breaking down right then and there, feeling as small as you did before he knelt before you. "p–please don't report me, sir. i– i don't know what would happen to my nana if you do.. i swear to you that i didn't mess with your other files. i only accessed the system for your bank account and that was it. i have no ill intentions, please don't report me.." you were now the one kneeling down in front of him, begging.

the team were flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before them and tony was quick to get you off your knees, which scared you even more because the death grip of his metal hands on your forearms had your mind running wild at the millions of possibilities of what he would do to you. was he going to kill you and leave you somewhere that people were never going to find your body? or was he going to dispose of you and use his power to remove you permanently from the system so no one came looking for you? he had the power to ruin your life and you feared that.

snapping you out of your mental breakdown, he spoke softly. "hey, it's okay." and that was when you realised the 'death grip' he had on your forearms had only been your paranoia getting the best of you. he was barely even touching you. your teary eyes looked up at his soft, brown ones in fear.

then he smiled at you.

"it's okay. i understand the reason why you did what you did. you're a good kid, your nana is so lucky to have you. what's your name?" he knelt down before you once again, knowing that him standing tall in his iron man suit terrified you. "y/n." you responded timidly.

"how old are you, y/n?" this time, it was steve who asked. you had forgotten that there were other people in the room, too consumed by your fear for your life a few moments ago. "i'm fourteen, mr america, sir." you whispered out, the sight of captain america in person intimidating you until you saw a kind smile on his face.

"you're pretty young to be doing what you've been doing, y/n. are you aware that you're the first person to be able to hack into my heavily protected, supposedly impenetrable network? many have tried to do so and failed, and they were really smart people too. have you been doing this for a while?" tony asked.

"um...my father gifted me this laptop when i was 8 because i did exceptionally well in school. he believed i was a child prodigy and let me have a laptop since he knew my studies wouldn't be affected by the distraction of entertainment. i used to only hack into games to cheat my way up the ranks but only recently i tried something else since i had nothing better to do and i've been out of school for a while now. i knew you were a billionaire so i tried just for the heck of it and surprised myself when i got in on the first try. and then i saw your bank account details and i really needed money so i stole some... again, i'm so sorry about that." you apologised, looking down at your feet.

he couldn't believe it. you were just messing around and you managed to get into his system? you, a mere fourteen year old who was out of school, managed to single handedly do what geniuses around the world had failed to do?

he was initially just going to have a talk with the hacker, and in case they were dangerous and had backup, he brought his own. but bringing steve, natasha and peter proved to be unnecessary when the culprit turned out to be you.

"where did you learn those moves?" natasha stepped closer towards you. you looked up at the redhead, noticing the glare she had on you when she aimed her pistols at you was replaced with curiosity.

you fiddled with the hem of your shirt even more, embarrassed to tell her that you learned to fight from a couple of youtube videos when she had gotten years of actual training. you were pathetic compared to her. "i, um, i learned them from some youtube videos."

her eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. you hadn't gotten professional training yet you moved like you had. peter had superhuman strength, agility and endurance yet you took him down in under ten seconds. sure it may have been a disadvantage to peter because he was caught off guard but he should've been able to take you down still.

now was tony going to let the chance of a lifetime slip by? no, of course he was immediately thinking of recruiting you. your dad had been right about you being a prodigy. you adapted to new skills quickly and you were perfect for recruitment.

"hey kid, wanna be an avenger?"

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. steve immediately turned to him, an incredulous look on his face as he glared dangerously at the billionaire. "stark, you wanna think about this for a minute?"

"thank about what, cap? you saw what she did to the spiderling. and she successfully hacked into my system on her first try and we took weeks to trace her. romanoff back me up here," he saw how impressed natasha was by you and he knew the redhead wasn't going to disagree. "stark's right, steve. she's only fourteen and she's capable of so much already. we need someone like her."

"exactly! she's only fourteen! this life is dangerous for her!" steve argued. peter then tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "hey, mr rogers, i'm a sixteen-year-old avenger and she took me down easily. not gonna lie, it hurt my pride, also my back when you flipped me over your shoulder," he turned to you but you didn't say anything because you couldn't see his facial expression. "but i think she's going to be okay, sir."

steve sighed before turning to you, the defeated expression on his face softening when you looked up at him with your doe eyes and a small smile. you didn't answer to tony just yet since it seemed that steve had a say in it as well but you were dying to say yes. not only were you not going to be reported for your crimes but to be recruited by iron man himself to be an avenger? who could say no to that? not you, at least, since you had nothing better to do with your life at the moment.

"well, what do you say, kid?"

your smile grew and you nodded happily. the team couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy you looked for the first time since they've encountered you.

"well, you should go pack your important stuff so we can go back to the tower. you're going to be moving in if you're an official member of the avengers." tony told you and you nodded, walking towards your room to start packing while the team sat on the couch to wait for you.

"wait, what's going to happen to my nana?" you turned back towards them, worry etched onto you face. "don't worry about it, kid. you can give me the details later and i'll settle it. she'll be in good hands." he assured. "okay." you mumbled in response.

you were actually going to be an avenger. "awesome.." you grinned to yourself as you packed.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #captain america x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #teen!reader #peter parker x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

[kydrogendragon]

Mammon requests? 🥺 this boy deserves the world, please. if you're in the mood I could really use some soft Mammon in my life these days, some kinda fluff of him taking care of mc and/or his bros? 💕

This boy absolutely deserves the world <3

I've just finished getting over a cold, so that kinda inspired these. Hopefully this is kinda what you were thinkin'!

Mammon Caring for the HoL When They're Sick

The Devildom cold season only came every decade, but when it did, it came through hard. It started with a simple sniffle from Satan during breakfast one day. Not much was thought about it until it progressed to a cough at dinner. Within days, the residents in the House of Lamentation found themselves with runny noses, sore throats, and fevers as they all laid in their beds. Some were worse off than others. Asmo and Beel got off the lightest, only getting a stuffy nose and the occasional headache. Lucifer and MC got the worst of it, no doubt due to his overworking and MC's being human. The only one to escape falling ill at all was Mammon. On one hand, he was thrilled to not be bed-ridden for the next week or so, but on the other, he was now forced to play caretaker for six demons and a human.

Probably the most worried about you. You're a human after all! A human with a cold that usually only demons get.

Checks in on you every hour (if not more).

Refills your water bottle anytime it looks low, saying that ya gotta stay hydrated and that water makes ya feel better!

Stocks up on human world medicine curtesy of Diavolo and Barbatos and set multiple alarms on his DDD so he knew when you needed to take more meds. Definitely freaked himself out when he was reading the possible side-effects on the back of the boxes.

When he's not busy making rounds to the rest of his brothers, he'll sit next to your bed on the chair he pulled over. He'll trail a damp washcloth over your head to help the fever, give your feet a massage (if you ask nicely), or simply just keep you company while you ride out this cold.

Definitely hand-fed you for the first few days, fretting over you using up the little energy you already had.

If you guys are in a relationship or if you're comfortable with having him help you bathe, he'll definitely get a bath ready for you (and may or may not have nabbed a bath bomb if you'd like from Asmo's stash). He'll wash and rinse your hair for you, relishing in this gentle, domestic moment between the both of you.

Will 100% cuddle you to sleep if you'd like as well.

Trying to care for this man when he's sick should be its own level of Hell. He absolutely refuses any help, despite being bedridden.

Honestly, it was probably good that Mammon was the one to help because it would have been even more of a fight had it been anyone else.

Will accept being brought food and water, but still insists on working from bed. He tried to move back to his desk, but Mammon all but tied the man to his bed. Thankfully, Lucifer didn't have much energy to fight back.

He will openly admit that he appreciates Mammon being there to help. He'll say how much he appreciates the hard work Mammon is doing to help him and everyone else in the house and admits that he's thankful he can rely on Mammon to step up when he's down.

Mammon, of course, doesn't know how to handle the praise from his older brother and ends up gently shoving him food before leaving his room.

Mammon does relish in the fact that Lucifer is clearly proud of him and appreciates him in moments like this. It's a memory he'll look back on when he needs a pick-me-up in the future for quite a while.

Also absolutely sneaks sleeping pills into Lucifer's drinks so the man can get some rest for once in his life.

He's fairly easy to care for when he's sick. The man just does what he usually does most days, just from the confines of his own tub. Mammon just struggles with making sure he drinks and eats enough.

Levi gets pretty grumpy when his older brother drops in, interrupting whatever show he's watching or game he's playing at the time. Mammon just rolls his eyes and plops down on the edge of his tub as he forces Levi to drink some water and have at least a few bites of food.

Sometimes Mammon'll stick around for a bit and watch whatever Levi has on the screen. The otaku doesn't mind being alone most of the time, but when he doesn't have another choice, the bits of company that Mammon provides is always nice, even if he'll never say that out loud.

An absolute man-child when sick. He's worse than Lucifer when it comes to insisting that he isn't that sick and can totally continue his studies and work.

Mammon has had to literally force Satan to stay in his bed for longer than five minutes.

Eventually, his fever and fatigue get the better of him and he'll end up collapsing, leaving Mammon to wrangle him into bed and makes sure he gets some medicine into his system as well as food and water once he's more awake.

Mammon'll read to him when he's at his weakest, knowing that the fourth-born wouldn't ever ask it of him but would still want to continue his reading. He'll grumble, claiming that he'll have to re-read all these sections with how slow and strange Mammon's reading it, but is genuinely enjoying those moments. It reminds him of when Mammon used to read to him every night before bed.

This man definitely takes the longest to recover, since the moment he starts to feel a bit better, he'll over do it unless he's being watched and ends up making it all worse.

A fussy sick person. He definitely milks all the attention he can get out of it as he can, even if it's from Mammon. Plays up his fatigue so he can get everything handed to him in bed, whether its his DDD, food, water, or his skincare products.

Mammon rolls his eyes and grumbles, but hands him whatever he requests, no matter how simple it is. He also makes sure that Asmo's bathroom is fully stocked with towels since he knows Asmo likes to use a new washcloth for his skin care routine each morning and each evening.

Ended up helping Asmo do his makeup and hair a few days so he could still take Devilgram pics for his fans.

Probably, aside from MC or Satan (more due to necessity than anything), he spends the most time with Asmo, bringing him things or helping him with different tasks, all the while listening to Asmo rant and rave about every little thing.

Both of them appreciate the time they spend together since their busy schedules tend to keep them from talking this much at a time, usually.

If his appetite would decrease, then he'd easily be the easiest to take care of. Unfortunately, it's almost always the same, just with less variety. Mammon'll spend his nights batch cooking meals for everyone, but especially Beel.

There's always a large pot of soup on the stove whenever Beel's sick as well as multiple Fantasy Costco size containers of saltines and Devil Sprite at the ready. Usually, he just keeps a few boxes and containers in the Twin's room so Beel can grab them as needed.

Beel usually just texts him if he needs anything, which Mammon appreciates. Definitely the most patient of the brothers when he's sick.

Mammon'll spend time in the Twin's room, either playing a board or card game with them, or watching a movie to kill some time and rid them of some boredom. On one hand, if Beel gets sick, Belphie tends to as well just by proximity, so they can keep each other company, which is nice. But on the downside, it's another person that's sick.

Sometimes at night, if Beel can't fall asleep, Mammon will have Beel rest in his lap as he cards his fingers through his hair like he used to do when they were younger. It's almost always a surefire way to get Beel to fall asleep.

Kind of a brat when sick. He also gets really grumpy as well. He won't do anything as his energy levels will be too low to bother, but will complain about everything, from how his head hurts to the room being just a little too hot.

Asmo's fairly demanding for the sake of being lazy, but Belphie is demanding because he's very picky. Mammon'll spend way too long finding the perfect blanket that matches Belphie's requirements after the last five were either too thick, too thin, too soft, or too long.

Thankfully, he isn't a picky eater and drinks and eats a good amount, so Mammon doesn't have to worry about him in that regard.

He sleeps most of the time he's sick, which works well with helping him recover. He's typically the first to feel healthy again out of all of them. He'll help care for Beel once he's feeling better.

Mammon probably babies him more than he should at times, but he babies all of his brothers when they're down for the count like this, so it can't hurt too much.

Cuddles Belphie when he's sleeping at times. Won't ever tell Belphie so he doesn't get embarrassed, but he'll find Belphie's tail wrapped around him, keeping him close as they nap.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #mammon #lucifer #levi #mc #gn!mc #gn!reader #satan #asmodeus #asmo #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor #sick fic #headcanon #headcannon #ky writes

[minsyal]

The Fugitive: Finding Home, Pt. 2

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You're quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

The Fugitive: Finding Home Masterlist

Part 1 - The Beginning

“Mother Miranda, I’ve been requesting new maids for at least six months to this day.”

“That’s because you keep eating your other ones.”

You were shaken awake.

“I think that my castle would be best suited for her.”

“Oh, so you can bleed ‘er dry? You think that would really be the best use of anyone’s time?” A familiar voice retorted.

“Good morning!” A shrill voice squeaked as what felt like wood kicked at your face. “She’s up! She’s up! She’s up!” It exclaimed excitedly with a bounce, the voice became softer as the skittering of feet scrambled away.

“Ah,” the unfamiliar smooth woman’s voice cooed as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. There were what looked to be six figures in the room. Miranda stood before you, perched upon a stage-like area that once housed what you could only imagine was a priest or preacher. To the left sat a cloaked woman with a blob of white resting in her lap. Another woman, also adorned in a white garb, sat towering over the rest, the light constant trickle of smoke danced upward from her vintage cigarette holder. On your right sat a familiar face, the man from the village who had saved you only a few hours prior. You’d come to know him as Lord Heisenberg. He maintained the large woman’s gaze, but the look held no love or any remote sense of familial belonging. Instead, his eyes were set ablaze, even behind the shaded rims of his glasses. Lastly, a shorter creature with a large hunched back moved ungracefully around. Its long gangly arms accompanied by its deformed face only aided in the growing unease.

The dull ache of your shoulder only distracted you from the bindings of your wrists for a moment. Your attention was quickly drawn to the rough ropes that dug their thorny threads into the soft skin of your wrists. Everything ached, mentally and physically.

“I do think she would be best suited with me.” The tall woman repeated herself. “There’s no doubt Moreau wouldn’t be able to handle her, and likely not the rest of you either.”

The hunched creature whirled back, throwing a forlornly glare in the woman’s direction. You supposed that was Moreau.

“You think I couldn’t handle her?” Heisenberg shot back, bent forward to rest his weight on his heels. His relationship with the large woman was clearly tumultuous given his outburst and her subsequent reaction.

“You always get them.” The shrill voice called. It was the doll; the fucking doll was talking... not that this should surprise you at this point. “She should come with us! We need more friends.”

“You’re not included in this conversation.” The tall woman mocked with a fierce glare shot violently at the doll as its mouth hung slack.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Thus far, nobody had managed to answer your simple question. The lot turned toward you, the majority with piercing stares. “Guess not.” You muttered, becoming quite fed up with the range of emotions you had been experiencing over the past day. If it kept going in this direction, you’d surely have to be treated for whiplash.

“She’s already proven to be a considerable pain in my neck.” Miranda loudly projected. Her steps were a clear juxtaposition to her tone, falling light on the church floor as she approached. “One villager is unable to walk, another dead.”

“Dead?” The words fell before you could stop yourself. She didn’t answer.

“Please,” Heisenberg leaned back once more, his hand moving to the interior of his jacket, “the dumb thing practically laid down when she was attacked by a lycan.” His fingers fumbled around the darkened paper of a cigar. Yellow, blonde streaks flashed upon his face as the distinguishable clink of a metal lighter was flicked. “I wouldn’t call that too capable.”

“My friend pushed me.” You argued, once again mentally reeling for the outburst.

Heisenberg let out a huff of smoke, intentionally blowing it in the tall woman’s direction, “sounds like a piss poor friend.”

“Enough.” Miranda had taken to her spot at the front near the alter once more. “The girl shall go to Alcina.”

A wicked smile crossed the tall woman’s face. “Thank you, Mother Miranda. It is so good to have you back.”

“Where are you from?” One of the girls ushered you through the depths of the castle. She wore a simple gown with stitches at the bottom, holding together the frail fabric that looked to be decades old.

“America.”

The girl cocked her head to the side like a newborn. “I don’t know of that town.”

Upon arrival you were escorted down to what was described as the maids’ chambers. In a small stone room, you were assigned a cot, given a chest, and told to change into uniform. Your arm ached and spasmed as you lifted the lid of the trunk open. Somewhere between being shot by the villagers and being transported to Castle Dimitrescu, the bullet was removed from your shoulder and replaced with gauze that limited the mobility of your arm. The distinct oily feeling of grease caused friction between the bandages and your clothes; the ache of alcohol still stung, causing a sore numbness.

The Lady insisted all maids conform to the strict code of dress. Long, unflattering dresses, short heels, and sometimes a headscarf if hair wasn’t pulled tautly into a bun at the base of one’s neck were a few things to name the least. You always wore the headscarf, which was a thin piece of grey lace that attached at the peak of your hairline, cascading over your shoulders to land at waist-length.

The rest of the day passed slowly. You learned the ins and outs of the castle, became acquainted with the sparse staff that only consisted of women, and met Alcina’s daughters from a distance. The next two weeks passed the same way.

Wake up, clean the castle, serve Lady and her daughters, go to bed. That was your routine. Though, the sounds that seeped from the halls at night prompted unwavering curiosity. Heisenberg had mentioned the ill-fated maids that had the luxury of serving the Dimitrescu women back in that church. Nothing at this point had you doubting that was the case. But you assured yourself daily that you would not accept the castle’s fate; you would get out of here one way or another.

You had only been at the mercy of Lady Dimitrescu once to this day. A small spat broke out between maids and the arrival of the head of house had the women squealing lies of how you were the one to start it.

“She stole our rations!” The girl with the wide nose accused her chubby finger outstretched in your direction.

“I didn’t steal anything, you dirty fucking liar.”

“She did. We were squabbling over how she should be punished.” The other girl replied, tucking a shaking hand behind her back as she straightened her poor posture.

“A thief,” Alcina regarded you, “that’s a shame.” Knives skid across the thin skin of your forearm. “Another outburst like this and there will be harsher consequences.” Red stained her tongue as she ran the claw through her cherry-red lips.

As she sauntered down the hall and out of sight, you uncurled your arm from your chest, wincing at the large crimson stain it left on your dress.

“Fresh face.” The words ricocheted off the wall in front of you. Footsteps steadfastly approached from behind. He walked with an effortless swagger, legs slightly bowed with each lyrical step. You’d gone for the quiet route after the situation, finding that silence often pleased those that ruled over the castle. “Here I was thinkin’ it would take you a little longer to lose that fight.” He stepped closer; the unmissable smell of tobacco seeped from his lips. “Looks like I was wrong.”

Instead of words, you held his gaze through unimpressed eyes. Hues of yellows, greys, and greens met yours from beneath his rounded glasses. You could see more of him from here. A large scar ran from the right of his face to the left, the lifted skin healing over leaving memories of whatever had happened. In fact, the majority of his face was plagued with scars. One ran from the bottom of his lip down to his chin, disappearing beneath the stubble of his beard. You wondered if his disdain toward Alcina was founded by those wretched claws of hers. His hair was wirey with shades of brown and peppered grey streaking through the ends. Quite honestly, he was an attractive man.

“I’ve got a name, you know?”

“I don’t think I cared to ask.”

“Then I suppose you aren’t deserving of one either.”

“Well,” he tapped at your chest with a gloved finger, “I think you’ve got a little spunk left in you, sweetheart.”

“Call me Y/n.”

“No last name?” He deadpanned.

“L/n.”

He nodded, but you felt as though your words had passed through him like a ghost.

“Karl.” He gave a lazy bow, tilting the rim of his hat. “But I think you probably already knew that.”

“Gossip and information don’t come easily from the maids here. Sorry,” you pressed your lips together, “I didn’t know.”

Karl gave a shrug.

“Do you know what happened to my friend?” The thought had been playing on your mind for the past few weeks.

He raised an inquisitive brow and turned his head to peer out the shaded window. “The so-called friend that left you to become lycan chow?” A hearty tut left his chest. “I think she’s assimilated into the town.”

“Dumb bitch.” You breathed.

“There’s that spark.” He stood tall with an artificial sense of pride. It had been a long time since somebody in the village was willing to use such crude language in front of any of the Lords, let alone Miranda. It almost astonished him that they’d let you live after the killing of Adelina’s brother. The gun misfired; it wasn’t really your fault.

Another week of growing suspicions and two newly missing maids, you finally attempted to seek out the dungeons that everyone spoke of but warned to stray from. You had to know what was going on here.

“Lost?” Heisenberg’s voice appeared at your right side. His chin almost rested upon your shoulder; the stubble of his beard scratched at your neck. “This isn’t a place I’d get lost in if I were you. In fact, it’s not even a place you should be exploring.”

“Are you going to run to Alcina if I do?” You didn’t face him, why would you? The hallway was cramped, restricting of any sort of movement other than in the direction you were going.

“Me?” He leaned backward to stand at full height. Your body cursed silently, wishing nothing more than to have him close again. How he wasn’t hitting his head on the rafter just inches above floored you. “I hate that bitch. You do what you want, but I won’t bail you out when you get caught.”

“Good thing I don’t plan on being caught then.” You descended the metal ladder, only looking upward for a moment to catch a glimpse of Heisenberg leaning over the opening. An eerie smile was plastered on his lips, it was almost smug.

The dungeons were as you imagined. Cold water trickled down some of the walls, likely due to cracks in the castle’s foundation accompanied by the ever melting of the outside snow. It smelled of mothballs and garlic, something musty was clinging to the air. You noted a few turns here and there, attempting to memorize the path you had taken in case you needed to make a swift escape. What didn’t help was the skid of your maid’s clothes along the rigid floor.

Muffled cries put you further onto the edge. The narrow hall gave way to a large room filled with arched stonework. Metal bars shot from floor to ceiling, hinges creaked as the sound of hands banging against them filled your eardrums. You didn’t want to go further, scared of any repercussions should any of the jailed women recognize and rat you out.

Turning to head to the ladder, you collided with a chest. “Leaving so soon?” Heisenberg again.

“Shh!” You slapped at his chest with a closed fist, only realizing what you had done when the action was completed. He looked rightfully amused. Everything that you had learned of these “Lords” up to now told you to act less casually with him, to put on an air of respect at the very least. But there was something surprisingly human about him. Something that told you it was okay despite it potentially not being so. At this point, you were only prolonging the inevitable.

“What?” He started, swiftly being cut off by approaching footsteps. Firm hands grasped at your arms, pulling your face forward into his chest. “Open your mouth and I’ll feed you to whatever’s coming.” He said through his teeth, trapping your arms between your two bodies.

The room grew dim, the wall behind your back became close even though you had not moved at all. Heisenberg’s grip was strong on your forearms, causing you to inaudibly hiss as his thumb dug into the slash Alcina had left weeks prior. The footsteps were accompanied by the soft cries of a woman, gasping pleas of being let go falling silent on the ears of her assailant. A minute passed; the dungeon fell soundless.

“You can breathe now.” His lips lingered close to your ear, once again sending a rush of chills crawling down your skin. He knew what he was doing.

“I’ve been breathing.” You breathily retorted sounding as if you had just run a marathon.

“Whatever you say, doll.”

The wall behind you gave way, moving on its own. You turned; the materials that had been pressed to your back laid themselves on the ground. Heisenberg’s smile was unmissable. “Go ahead.” His voice was gravely, gruff, a slight melancholy dismay underlying. Heisenberg desired for you to implore what just happened, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. You refused to see him as anything but normal, for if you did give in to the village’s mental games, you’d likely find yourself going mad. He was a man, you told yourself, nothing more.

“I thought you weren’t going to bail me out?”

“I wasn’t.” He tightened his grip on your arms. “But I figured it’d be a shame to lose such a pretty face so soon.”

“I, I’m sure you say that to all the girls here.” You couldn’t hold his gaze at this distance. Perhaps Adelina was right, you were rather frumpy and unexperienced.

A huff came as he exhaled, a thoughtful tug of his lips upward accompanied it. He didn’t answer, a reoccurring event with those who inhabited this town.

Heisenberg had been keeping his trips to and from the castle a secret. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he felt so inclined to bother with the outsider woman who appeared in the village one fateful evening. Perhaps he was growing bored of his daily routine with no results to show. Maybe he was enticed by the well of knowledge you held of the outside world. Maybe it was something else, something human. The Lord’s weren’t allowed to stray far from the village. The other three lived delightfully oblivious, completely okay with never exploring the unknown. Heisenberg, on the other hand, was not. Your friend, Jess as he recalled you calling her, was far from interesting to him. It didn’t take a genius to tell how low her I.Q. had to be. She conformed easily to the village and by all accounts had been down talking you to the others she met. She quickly fell into the same brainwashed daze of worship.

It had been another turbulent week of utter chaos around every corner. Nobody knew of your adventure into the depths of Castle Dimitrescu and you had no intentions of spreading any gossip among the maids. They all seemed to have it out for you anyway. You were the “outsider,” as one described it. It was so blatantly evident to them that you were not going to conform to their ways. And that disturbed them.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t your fair share of punishment to this point. In actuality, you had received a significantly greater amount of beratements and surface wounds from Alcina and her daughters. You thought to Heisenberg often, continually wondering how your life would differ had Miranda bestowed you upon him. He was irresistibly charming in his own twisted sense. Every word that escaped his mouth heavily contradicted his actions. You received a good number of swats to the hand stemming from woeful daydreaming of the man you hardly knew.

He could be dangerous, you’d tell yourself before slipping into yet another sequence of fervent and unrelenting thoughts stemming from the mysterious man. He was a Lord, one placed in a top position according to the village’s hierarchy. You just weren’t sure why.

There had been countless times the man had sauntered into the castle, “accidentally” run into you, and held brief conversation.

The other maids were assholes. Though you had concluded this swiftly upon entering the castle, their recent actions only solidified your feelings.

It had been only a day since Heisenberg’s last visit. He strolled into the castle, easing his way past the maids as they hurriedly passed by. They paid him no mind. The evening sun had begun to set in the sky. Lady Dimitrescu had gone out for the night, instructing her girls to hold down the castle while she was away. The three of them had descended into the dungeons, not to be seen again until morning. This left the halls free and roamable for the savvy Lord.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Your voice caught his attention. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Marybeth.”

Shrill voices argued back and forth behind the kitchen doors. The sound of muffled giggles fell on his ears; it was an unusual sound within the castle walls. The girls must be relaxed knowing they’re safe from punishment tonight. At least, that’s what they thought.

In a second, the hinges of the door burst off, sending the heavy frame crashing down to the tiled floor. Shrieks came quickly and died on their lips as soon as the girls realized who was there.

“Lord Heisenberg.” One woman bowed her head, concealing something within her hands as she placed them in her lap, clasped tightly together. “Lady Dimitrescu has left for the evening.”

“I know.” His brow raised at the scene set before him. You stood to the rear of the kitchen, clearly irate at something the woman who regarded him had done. Five other women were huddled with the one who spoke, following her lead and averting their gazes. No aroma of cuisine drifted from the empty cauldron, only the stale scent of curing meats clung to the air.

“What’s going on in here?” He looked directly at you from beneath the lid of his hat.

“We were cleaning the kitchen.” The maid spoke through shaking breaths.

After a pensive moment, he waved his hand. “You’re dismissed. Except,” he held his hand at your chest as you attempted to pass, “you.”

The girls stumbled over the door, making quick work of getting back to their quarters and away from the Lord. You listened as the audience of feet trampled away. None of the girls here knew how to walk in heels causing for a rather elephant-like clomping of shoes wherever they went.

“What really happened?”

“Do you care?”

“Not particularly, but color me curious.”

“Don’t get them in trouble.” You demanded through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to deal with the aftermath.”

He chortled. “You seem more afraid of them than you are of me.”

“You’ve not given me a reason to be scared.”

Your back pressed to the wall, a glass chalice fell, shattering against the floor. The lapels of his jacket and dog tags pushed to your chest were still cold from the frosted night air. “Do I need to give you a reason?”

“I just,” embarrassment rose in your cheeks, “would you stop doing this?” There was no budging the man. His strength far outweighed yours, easily acting as if your pushing against his chest was nothing but a soft breeze.

“Doing what?” A smirk grew on his lips. God, he loved this.

“This!” Your clenched fist banged on his chest, not rattling him in the slightest. Droplets of claret liquid ran from your palm to your elbow. “Dammit, Karl. Move.”

The use of his first name was new. A solid hand closed around your wrist, bringing it up to eye level. He tilted back, adjusting his vision. The raise of his brow signaled that he wanted you to open your hand. Complying, you cringed as the reddened skin screamed for relief.

“They did this?”

“It’s no different from the other injuries I’ve gotten here.”

“It’s deep.” He reached into the pocket of his trench coat. “Don’t let anyone know you’ve got this.” A silver tin slipped from his hand to yours, you pried at its ridges with your nail.

Heisenberg disappeared after that, taking off with a dramatic throw of the castle doors as he disappeared into the dense forest. He had given you a tin of salve and a bandage.

“Lady Dimitrescu has requested your presence.”

The Fugitive: Finding Home Part 3 - Foreign Thoughts

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