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findafight · 2 years

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Oh my god!!! That Steve/baby sister fic!!! If you ever want to build it out more I’d be obsessed (ie the party + extended party’s reactions, hop + Joyce and how everyone pitches in)

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Honestly I have been thinking about it and I know I put in the tags of the original post, buuuut. Robin called Steve Bud or Buddy which morphed into Bubba when they are being particularly soft with each other, and the baby (who I am possibly leaning towards calling Tina so her nickname can be Tintin because it's cute idk) picks up on it so calls Steve her Bubba. Also because "he's my big brother" can sort of become "he's my Bubba!" If words are smushed together by baby babble

But before all that, Steve (who walked to work that day because he didn't have a baby car seat yet and wasn't going to leave his baby sister whom he always wanted and loves so dearly already ALONE or worse. With their FATHER.) goes to, of all people, Mrs. Wheeler for help. He'd go to Joyce but she's working and Karen Wheeler has the youngest kid he knows so is the best bet for maybe getting some tips and also maybe a carrier because the bjorn isn't going to cut it for long. So he goes and Mr. Wheeler immediately thinks Steve's Accidental Baby Acquisition is due to Steve's own recklessness. (Steve is a prolific lover, sure, but he's smart and safe about it! When he was thirteen his dad sat him down for a talk about not wanting the disgrace of a shotgun wedding and his grandpa gave him a run down of venereal diseases he saw (didn't mention having but. Well.) His pals have in WWII that put the fear of God in him regarding unsafe sex. Moreso than the potential babies. So. He's always very careful. For this very reason!! Except apparently his dad didn't use his own advice but Steve isn't complaining because, once again, he always wanted a little sibling.)

Anyways the wheelers are like ohhhh a Harrington Scandal not involving the boy our daughter dated? Okay sure here's Holly's old baby carseat. Hopper is just. He's like. I thought Steve and that kid I kept giving warnings to about selling dope to were a thing and Steve is like "will people stop assuming she's mine!! I know I am a bit of a slut but I am terrified of chlamydia!!! And even if this WAS my fault (which it is not and also she's a gift I love you little baby sister you're the light of my life) I am taking responsibility for it so maybe we all need to be a little less judgy hmmm??"

Joyce and Karen give him some hand me down baby clothes and books, some good tips about feeding and burping and things like that, and Claudia and Sue offer to come passive aggressively congratulate Steve's dad.

Dustin is a little jealous because this Steve Time is going to be encroached upon by This Literal Infant but Steve is like Dustin... you are my Little Brother... My silly pal...Now you have a sister too!! 🥰 And Dustin is like Oh Shit That's Right and proceeds to try to teach this Literal Infant, it cannot be stressed enough that she is a few months old and cannot stay sitting up by herself, how to build a radio.

Eddie is just trying to not have a heart attack from the concentration of Pure Longing activated by seeing Steve With A Baby and has also been forbidden from playing anything loud near them. He is fine and deals with this by writing ballads that make Gareth gag from their sweetness and Jeff have a very knowingly indulgent look when he sees the lyrics. But Gareth lets he hit his drums with he baby hands and Jeff pretends she stole his nose so they aren't that put out by it.

El is Fascinated by the tiny human and asks lots of questions and wants to play with her, give her experiences of softness and kindness right off the bat she knew she herself was denied, so she's often the official baby holder when Steve needs to do something when the Party is around.

The rest of the party is pretty meh on the baby. Sure it's exciting at first but she just kinda becomes part of regular life. They take turns doing actual babysitting for Steve so he can work or run errands or even, gasp, have some normal early adult fun times, but it's all pretty regular. Erica is glad she's not the party baby anymore.

They do however probably secretly fight over who gets to be baby's godparent. Steve isn't allowed to know.

#anonasaurus #steve harrington #big brother steve #the party #stranger things #steddie #platonic stobin #dustin and steve #findaanswers #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff

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jaegerisim · 10 months

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When 11 year old Mike Wheeler boarded the Hogwarts express with his best friend Will Byers, all he could think about was how happy being here made him.

Being a Wheeler meant his life was already laid before him: get sorted into Gryffindor, marry another pure blood witch, have kids with her and continue the family line of Gryffindors.

All his family had been Gryffindors, which meant that they were one of the most anti-Slytherin families in the whole Wizarding World.

That wasn't a problem for him though, because his best friend was going to be sorted into Hufflepuff like his brother and mother, Professor Joyce Byers. Although he could be sorted in Gryffindor, like his father, Lonnie Byers, an Auror. Lonnie had been a well known Auror but after a terrible accident, the man had become violent and abusive. Fortunately, in drunken ire, Lonnie had decided to run off into the Muggle world, never to be seen again.

While on the train ride, they met: Lucas Sinclair; a sweet Black boy, his friend Dustin Henderson; a curly-haired boy with an impish grin and a pet cat called Mews, El Hopper; a gentle and shy girl whose father, Jim Hopper, was head of the Gryffindor house; and Max Mayfield; a girl with a strong personality and hot temper that matched her red hair.

Will and Max quickly befriended each other and Mike would be lying if he said that their immediate friendship didn't make him a little jealous. So Mike would constantly try to pry Will's attention away from the girl, winning himself a snarky remark or two.

By the end of the ride, all of them had become an inseparable group of friends. Mike had found El, extremely charming but his favorite would always be Will; with his big hazel eyes, endearing bowl cut and warm demeanor, who could blame Mike.

As they entered The Great Hall, all the first years stared at the enchanted ceiling with awe and wonder, yet Mike only had eyes for the young Byers.

The Sorting began and Mike trembled with anticipation, even though he already knew what house he'd be sorted into.

"Byers, Will!" called Professor Hopper.

Will squealed with excitement and ran over to sit on the stool.

Mike gave Will a reassuring grin and suddenly someone caught his eye. A blonde young man stared at Will with a pair of cold, blue eyes. Mike didn't think much of it, since he was more interested in his best friends head being swallowed whole by the Sorting Hat.

A minute of silenced passed until the Sorting Hat yelled "Slytherin!"

Mike's eyes widened. Slytherin? How could the purest, most angelic being be sorted into the house of villains? Surely that must be some sort of mistake! Mike waited for the Sorting Hat to laugh and say, "Just kidding, Hufflepuff!" But no, no such thing happened. For a fleeting moment, Joyce's eyes met Mike's and he noticed the woman's confused state.

Will didn't seem to mind being sorted into that house, apparently, as he skipped towards his table being met with enthusiastic cheers and pats on the back. An older girl with dirty blonde hair whispered something to him and he giggled, whispering something back. He recognized the girl, her name was Robin Buckley and his sister would always complain about how annoying her jokes were and how she couldn't stand her.

The Sorting continued as if nothing were wrong, as if the Sorting Hat hadn't made a mistake! It infuriated Mike to no end how nobody was speaking up about Will. Not even his brother or mother.

Mike was sorted into Gryffindor (surprising no one), Lucas was too, El was sorted into Hufflepuff, Dustin into Ravenclaw and finally Max into Slytherin. Mike couldn't help but notice how Lucas deflated a bit when Max went to high-five Will, earning a hug from him and Robin. Billy Hargrove, a 4th year Slytherin with a nasty attitude and Max's stepbrother, smirked at them with disdain.

Mike fell asleep feeling something was terribly wrong. Will couldn't possibly be evil! He was such a nice and caring soul! Still, he was determined to not let Will being a Slytherin ruin their friendship, especially since they shared Potions and Herbology together.

Mike detested Potions and Professor Creel seemed to detest Mike even more.

"Well done, Mr. Byers! What a wonderful potion, indeed." Professor Creel patted a delighted Will on the back "10 points to Slytherin"

Max and Will cheered and Professor Creel smiled proudly. A smile that disappeared the moment he saw Mike's own potion.

"Mr Wheeler that isn't a potion, that's your mother's stew!" cackled Professor Creel "5 points from Gryffindor and Mr Sinclair that potion is going to explode any second now"

Both Lucas and Mike's potions, promptly exploded. Mike thought he heard Will snicker softly.

The months passed until finals were just around the corner. So The Party was sitting in the library studying.

"Will! Can't you tell your mom to go easy on our Transfiguration test?" asked Mike.

"No, you know how Mom is super strict about not showing favoritism to me and Jonathan." chided Will, straightening his green and silver tie.

Mike felt a pang of pain whenever he thought about the snake embroidered onto Will's cloak or the green and silver colors adorning his uniform.

"Anyways, are you going to come to the Quidditch match this Sunday? It's the final between Slytherin and Gryffindor!" Lucas interrupted popping up from behind them.

"Of course!" piped up Will "Personally, I think we're gonna win the cup this year. Billy is such a good seeker and Tommy is a menace as a Beater! Although Nancy is a brilliant keeper and Jason is a great Team Captain"

Mike really wasn't interested in Quidditch but since Will was going, he supposed he would too.

He went to the Quidditch match sticking close to El who wasn't interested in it either. They'd grown pretty close this past year and people, mainly Lucas, were insisting on how they both looked like a couple. Mike really didn't understand why they said that but he played along with it.

Max and Will sat next to each other laughing and cheering their team on, booing whenever Gryffindor scored and clapping when Tommy took down Gryffindor's Chaser with a Bludgeon to the ribs.

Mike's insides burned with jealousy. It was obvious Will had found a new best friend in Max but hopefully that wouldn't mean he'd stop wanting to be Mike's best friend.

#and that's it for the first year!!#its a bit boring bc mike is an eleven year old and they tend to not think much #plus it's only the beginning #pls tell me your thoughts and opinions #especially if something is ooc or grammatically incorrect #i wrote this with no beta while severely sleep deprived and running on pure caffeine #byler #byler brainrot #byler au #byler fanfic #harry potter byler au #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #byler fic #byler fics #byler fanfiction

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natalievoncatte · 9 months

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"In the end, you can only count on blood."

Lena stood there in Lex's stronghold, staring him down as best she could, and it was still pathetic. He wanted to tell her, to see her face crumble as he explained to her in exquisite detail how weak and pathetic she was. Good God, the woman had given herself a glow-up before confronting him. Who goes to their supervillain brother's secret base, intent on challenging him, in heels? With that shade of makeup? She was still playing the sexpot, unthinkingly using her "advantages" the way that their father had trained her to, when he'd first used her to distract a rival at the negotiating table. At the time, Lex had been disgusted, and confronted the old man privately, earning himself a few bruises.

Over a decade later, he wondered how he hadn't seen it sooner. So desperate for belonging, for approval. Beneath the power suits and fuck me pumps, she was just a little girl crying for her teddy bear, endlessly searching for someone to pat her widdle head and tell her it was okay, and she'd latched onto the Kryptonian of all people. He understood her proclivities, even if he didn't share them, or much interest in the act generally, and on an aesthetic level he knew why Lena was drawn to Kara Danvers, but how could she be so dense?

No, he had to play this properly. He'd written this little drama piece by piece, laying out the steps for her to follow, just as he'd manipulated her so many times at the chess table. All he had to do was pick up the remote on the table beside him and show her the truth, watch her crumble, and when she was reduced to rubble on the floor, rebuild her properly. She'd be his apprentice yet, be worthy. For all her faults, his half-sister was the closest thing he'd ever to know an equal, a worthy partner.

So worthy was she, in fact, that she smoothly swept back her jacket, and in a practiced motion, drew the revolver she carried in a basket-weave, FBI-cant holster on her strong side. Lex recognized it; he gave it to her. A Smith and Wesson J-Frame Ladysmith with custom ebony wood grips. The very one that Lex had gifted Lena on her twenty-first birthday, having already taught her to shoot on the grounds of the family estate.

"This is no time for theatrics, dear sister," said Lex.

Lena responded by shooting him twice, missing his heart. The pain was towering, enormous, and he was on the ground before he realized he'd fallen. Nothing had ever hurt this much.

In his usual detached way, he assessed. Gurgling when he breathed and copper on his breath: she'd hit a lung. When he pulled his hand back from one of the wounds, the blood was a rich, earthy red. Gutshot, then, too. Sadistic, if it was intentional. From the way her hand was shaking it probably wasn't.

"The world will never be safe with you in it," Lena choked out, still holding the gun in front of her as if it might shield her from what she'd done.

"Pathetic," Lex choked out. "Just as I thought." The gurgling came harder now.

He was going to die; that was inevitable. But he'd still get his licks in. They probably thought the Harun-El, or Red Daughter, or the Lexosuit were his master-stroke, but no, it was more intimate. More subtle. He willed himself to draw breath, commanded by force of will that blood keep carrying oxygen to his brain. Despite the agony ripping through him at every breath, he carried on. This made it worth it.

Oh, yes, she'd killed Lex Luthor, but he'd destroy her.

"What will you be without me? You have no one, and nothing."

She seemed confused. How had Lex ever thought that this bovine, dull creature could be worthy of ruling the world beside him? She had some low cunning and a technician's aptitude for laboratory work, but she was no peer of his.

"Go back and cry to your friends," he croaked. "All of them have been mocking you. Alex and Jimmy, your boyfriend, and that little alien runt, and her most of all. The truth was right in front of your face."

He managed to reach the remote and activate the monitors, relief flooding through him, cooling the heat of his dying. Lex slumped back, watching Lena watch her world unravel.

"They've been lying to you all this time, her most of all. Kara Danvers." He pronounced the name carefully, adding the proper Kryptonian inflection to Kara's name.

This. This was the thrust that ended the duel, the cutting stroke, the killing blow. He watched her eyes widen.

"Even your own mother has been lying to you. It's been right there the whole time."

Lena looked at him, the gun drooping in her hand. She looked at the monitor, back to him. Her expression hardened, twisting into a scowl. Perfect. She might even still be able to save him. He knew she was worthless now, of course, but she would be easily to manipulate and once she followed his instructions and healed his wounds, the guilt would take over and-

She was still looking at him. He met her gaze.

"Kara Danvers is Supergirl," Lex croaked out.

Lena's voice was heavy with sadness.

"I know."

Fuck.

Lena pulled the trigger. Lex saw a flash but heard no sound, felt no pain. It was simply over.

It was, but he wasn't.

Somehow, he did not hear, but sensed Lena leaving, not by the clack of her heels on concrete or the explosive rush of pressure as she stole his damned portal watch, but by some other means he didn't understand.

This was odd.

Lex hadn't counted on there being an afterlife. Nor had he considered that it would be so pedestrian and mundane, and that he'd end up staring down at his own body from above. The tunnel of light was probably next; going into said light was most likely, at least for Lex Luthor, an amazingly terrible idea.

This was truly strange. He supposed he should have been in shock and awed at the entire situation, but all he could really feel was a kind of confusion. Looking at his body was like walking the halls of the first boarding school he'd attended, trying to reconcile the memories of a child with the physicality and perspective of an adult who felt too large for those spaces.

In other words, had he really been that short? Had no one had the fortitude to tell him how silly that beard looked?

Lex waited, and started to wonder. Now if this was the afterlife, staring at his own corpse, that would be oddly fitting, in an ironic Greek hell sort of way. He could appreciate the poetry.

Out of of the corner of his eye -or the fringes of his bodyless, formless perception- Lex spotted movement and turned towards it instinctively. A wisp of thick vapor was snaking under the door, curling through the gap. Tendrils of the mist slithered along the floor, spreading and flowing until it surrounded the corpse, which Lex was now more comfortable thinking of as the body rather than my body.

Said mist was filling the room, rising higher and higher. Lex felt a peculiar tug, a nonphysical pull, a kind of involuntary lunge back towards his fallen body. As the mist grew heavier, it reduced the looped footage of Kara using her powers at L-Corp to a glowing blur behind the swirling fog.

Had Lena set the bunker on fire before she left? Perhaps she'd meant to giving him a Viking funeral. He rather liked that.

What he did not like was the jarring sensation of gurgling, pain swelling in his lungs in a molten wave that climbed up his throat, burning its way into a ragged, wet cough that filled his nostrils with metallic stink as surely as if he'd shoved pennies up his nose. He took another breath, or tried to.

Pain rocketed through his body. It felt as if invisible fingers were crudely ripping his wounds closed, knitting the flesh not only carelessly but with deliberate, sadistic glee. Lex cried out and tasted blood on his tongue.

There was a cold floor, hard beneath him. He blinked a few times, the world coming into blurry existence before his now-functional eyes. When he took another breath, the pain had abated, but the memory of it was a non-physical ache, a drag on his lungs nevertheless. As his eyes focused, he realized he was staring up at a new ceiling, in unknown surroundings. The arched stone above his head made him think castle. Maybe he'd been somehow carried off to a bunker in Kaznia, and was about to be interrogated.

Lex sat up.

He was in a castle, indeed. There was a thick carpet under his backside, doing little to protect him from the bitter cold of a hard stone floor. Elaborate tapestries hung on the walls, and in front of them stood heavy, solid bookcases that showed deep age in the wood and craftsmanship, the shelves packed with a vast number of volumes, all of them finely bound. Lex took a few tentative steps and looked over the spines. Most were unmarked. One had a cover of a strange, pale leather that felt loathsome to the touch.

Scanning the room, Lex decided he need to figure out where he was, who brought him here, and attempt to deduce why. It was important, even vital, to project a constant air of control, even if he had no idea what the hell was going on. He'd feel out his captor and find the best posture to start influencing them and guiding them down paths he had already calculated, towards the inevitable goal of escape, and if possible, control. Master of circumstances was Lex's central drive. He didn't play his pieces, he played his opponent; the game itself was merely an exercise in satisfying his intellectual vanity by minimizing the number of moves between opening and checkmate.

So, he assessed.

Wealth. Power. Aristocracy. Those were his first thoughts. The person who owned this place had vast resources and considered themselves vastly important, and to some degree they were right. On the wall opposite the bookcases, Lex found an assortment of arms and armor, full suits of plate on arming racks and heavy longswords and axes, all lovingly cared for.

The room was dominated by a painting. Lex paused to study it; the faded oils depicted, as through a dark glass, a striking young woman of great beauty, dressed in rich regalia. The artist had given her a lively visage, with curious, expressive eyes that were somehow full of mute appeal. She seemed familiar, though the aging of the painting made it difficult for Lex to say how.

Lex heard a scuff of leather and realized he wasn't alone.

At the far end of the room stood a tall man in rich, elaborate, and very antiquated robes and a heavy cloak. Very pale, he had an aristocratic look about him, with jet black hair worn long, swept back from a pronounced windows peak. In one hand, he delicately held a fine golden goblet, and in the other, he regarded some kind of elaborately decorated card; Lex at first thought of the tarot, but it wasn't part of the major or minor arcana, and he didn't recognize the design at all.

He turned and met Lex's gaze.

Lex flinched back and immediately loathed himself for it. He hadn't reacted like this to anyone in years, not since the first time the Kryptonian had paid him a visit. He held the stranger's gaze firmly, though it felt like nails pulled across his skin.

There was an expectant pause. Lex remained still, schooling his features.

"You are Alexander Luthor," the stranger said, gently placing his cup on the broad desk in front of him, settling in a rare open space amongst books and papers.

"My friends call me Lex."

He looked up, considering Lex briefly.

"I have brought you here, and raised you from death at great expense, for a singular purpose, Master Luthor."

Lex spread his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

"What purpose is that?"

"You will tell me everything you know about this woman."

He held something out, clearly expecting Lex to cross the room and accept it. Lex briefly weighed which option was best- to appear obedient and begin his manipulations that way, or force the other man to move from his position of presumed authority and reframe the conversation between them as an exchange between equals.

The moment stretched too long. The stranger's expression darkened slightly. Lex crossed the gap and accepted what turned out to be an eight by ten photograph. He looked at the familiar face.

"Her name is Kara Danvers," said Lex. The photo was her headshot from the CatCo Media website.

God, had no one ever put a picture of Supergirl in Google and done a reverse image search? It was so obvious. She was even more careless than Kent!

"This I know," the man said, taking the picture back. He studied it, lovingly dragging one finger down the edge.

"You seem rather taken with her," said Lex.

The stranger looked up, and carefully slipped the photograph between the pages of one of his books.

"She is important to my plans. I must bring her here, safely and securely, to my home."

Lex couldn't help it, he really couldn't. He barked out a laugh.

"Do you have any idea what you're dealing with? Kara Danvers is Supergirl."

The stranger's eyes flashed with fury, and for a moment, there was something absolutely bestial in his face, his features flowing and changing, twisting into something monstrous and carnivorous.

"It is you who have no idea what you are dealing with, little man," he said.

This wasn't going well.

"I'd be glad to help you, if you help me. I'm sure we can work out a-"

The man moved as fast as a damned Super. He blurred around the desk, suddenly just there, and whipped his hand across Lex's throat. At first, he thought he'd been slapped, but the pain was too sharp, too vital. A hot gush followed it, and Lex realized he was about to die. Again. His throat had been cut.

His knees hit the stone floor and he clutched at his neck, desperate to staunch the flow, but it sluiced between his fingers and spattered on the floor.

The stranger murmured a word, and the air itself seemed to twist around him, bent and mangled by the sound he made as a faint light twisted around his fingers as he bent and curled them in impossible configurations.

The pain of the wound closing was worse than its making; that had been quick, the edge sharp. This felt like someone was grasping Lex's parted flesh with greasy fingers and reshaping it like so much clay.

The stranger looked at the blood splattered on his fingers and hand.

"It is unfortunate that the offal that pollutes your veins is too poor a vintage, Luthor. I would not soil my tongue with it, but perhaps there are others that might be sated by lesser stock."

A hand closed around his neck, and Lex was hauled up, his toes kicking six inches above the floor.

"I could crush you like an insect, remake you, and crush you again," he said, with a strange, mirthless joy in his voice. "You think yourself your world's smartest man. Next to me, you are nothing. Your world is nothing. I have ruled this land for a thousand years. I am beyond your comprehension."

He let go, and Lex fell, rolling with the impact, lucky not to pop something in his knee. He fell onto his side, gasping and struggling to breathe, unsure he still could.

"You will do as you are commanded. You will tell me everything you know of this woman, and hold nothing back. Her origins, her ways, her home, her family, everything you know, and if I am satisfied that you have been suitably forthcoming, I shall reward you by allowing you to live and serve me."

"Who are you?" Lex choked out.

The stranger stared down at him, smiling for the first time, a cold smile without a hint of anything human in it.

"I am the Ancient. I am the Land. I am Strahd."

#supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #supercorp #curse of strahd #crossover au #muahahahahahahahahahaha #welcome to ravenloft miss danvers

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flordemurta · 27 days

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4 portuguese monarchs who might had same-sex relationships:

1) Pedro I of of Portugal, certainly, one if the most renowned portuguese monarchs, largely due to the saga of “love and passion” with Inês de Castro. Yet, it was common knowledge that she wasn't the Pedro’s only love: he harboured a passion for his squire, Afonso Moreira, a relationship that ended as disastrously as his other romantic (or not) entanglements. On one fateful occasion, Afonso was caught in bed with Catarina Tosse, wife of Lourenço Gonçalves, who was an esteemed magistrate.

Throughout his reign, Pedro earned the epithet “the Cruel” for his ruthless administration of justice, whereby transgressions of any magnitude often resulted in swift execution. Pedro’s decision to order Afonso’s castration as punishment for his adultery starkly manifested his merciless ethos. Nevertheless, according to Fernão Lopes, a chronicler of portuguese court at the time, in chapter VIII of “Crônica de el-rei D. Pedro I”, his harshness stemmed from a surge of jealousy on the king’s part upon discovering his beloved squire’s relationship with a woman.

2) Prince Henry, revered as “the Navigator”, occupies a central role particularly during the epoch of maritime exploration.

He was hailed as “chaste prince”, having never entered into wedlock, with no historical accounts suggesting (with certainty) any relationships with women. In the annals of 1444, Henry experienced the loss of a “dear friend” in Ceuta, a tragedy that pluged him into 3 months of profound mourning. Both his father, King John I, and his brother, King Edward, counselled him to “rein in his emotions, lest he indulge men beyond what virtue dictates.”

3) King Sebastian contracted gonorrhoea at the age 10/11, a malady documented in medical records at the time that rendered him sexually impotent. Some historians posit that this affliction may have dissuaded Sebastian from pursuing matrimonial unions or romantic relationships with women.

Even though, the “Crônicas de el-rei D. Sebastião” by Friar Bernardo da Cruz recounts an incident during a hunt in the Alentejo, where the entourage of nobles accompanying King Sebastian were stirred by a commotion. Investigating the disturbance, they stumbled upon the monarch locked in an embrance with a fugitive slave amidst the woodland.

4) King Afonso VI, sibling to Queen Catarina of Braganza, earned a reputation for rebeliouness and unruliness from a tender age, yet he harboured no ambitions for kingship.

His reign , marred by a series of missteps, was etched in history for its futile ventures. Despite grappling with severe health afflictions — such as partial paralysis stemming from hemiplegic fever, and scourge of bulimia — Afonso found solace in nocturnal escapades with his inner circle of friends. Among them was António Conti, an intalian peddler of opulent attire and accoutrements to Europe’s nobility. Conti’s sway in Afonso’s court burgeoned as he assumed the role of sartorial advisor and facilitator of introductions to foreign luminaries. Also, both grew increasingly closer to esch other, with Afonso avoiding royal gatherings to spend time with Conti, mostly in his chambers.

In 1666, Afonso took the hand of Maria Francisca Isabel of Savoy, yet their union was fleeting. Maria, citing non-consummation owing to Afonso’s hemiplegia, sought an annulment. In letters to his sister, he bemoaned Maria’s coercive measures, by which she compelled him into relationships with 14 courtesants in a bid to unearth the root of their marital discord.

Seeking to shield Afonso’s sovereignty and secure the portuguese lineage, Luisa de Gusmão, his mother, sanctioned the arrest and subsequent exile of Conti to the distant shores of Brazil.

#i am sorry for how long it is #but i really wanted to post it #so there you have #theres other monarchs to talk about #but these are the ones with the most evidences #pedro i of portugal #prince henry #king sebastian #afonso vi of portugal #historical facts #portugal

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 1 year

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Not Like This | Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader

Note: A literal brain fart that I unexpectedly wrote in the afternoon after listening to girl in red today. Angst is seriously the only thing I can produce and feel good about somehow, like what the hell. I should bring this up in therapy next time. I didn't do much research for the fic so lots of stuff is just pulled out of my ass. Get ready for some typical cliché "dying-in-one's-arms" story. Feat. some random google translated Spanish sentences.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Non-Canon Story, Character Death, Angst, Unrequited Love, Just Pain, Blood, Ghost made an oopsie

Summary: You wanted to touch and kiss her but not like this...

Word Count: 2,6k

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"You don't have to do this!"

You practically beg but she just looks at you with that gaze, the one which says that she won't change her mind, no matter what.

She had held the same gaze when she informed you about her decision to take over the cartel and abandon your brothers and sisters in arms.

She is already in too deep at this point. You both know.

You had known for years since the moment when she took Pascale's hand and danced with him in that god-forsaken club.

He enticed her with an idea and she created El Sin Nombre. And it's all your fault. When you dumped that barrel with the son of La Araña in the river, you thought you had done the right thing and you turned your back on Alejandro and the others.

You watch her, her face is full of determination; it's almost like she's looking through you instead of at you, too captivated by her thoughts.

"It's for us. That deal will make sure our families and the ones after us won't ever grow up and live like we did."

"It wasn't that bad! And compared to how many people will suffer because of that man-"

"Not that bad? Y/N, we drank rainwater while my dead mother rotted in the bedroom! I had to stop Feliz from eating her! Your legs are like this because we didn't have access to proper medical care even in the military! We both suffered so much... But like this... With the authority I have now, these days are nothing but a bad dream! We have established schools and hospitals, and with this money, we'll help even more people!"

Your heart stings when she mentions your disability and the hand grasping your cane burns. She's right. You had suffered. But that was in the past. And compared to the suffering that this terrorist and his organization would bring upon the world...

You couldn't even look the people on the streets of Las Almas in the eyes anymore, how could you bear the weight of responsibility for the horrible crimes of that man?

Maybe you shouldn't have taken her hand when you were discharged from the military due to your increasing leg pain and weeks later she had shown up in front of your doorstep to take you into the hands of the cartel.

"He and those missiles will kill people, dozens of them! Innocent families, brothers, and sisters, little girls like Emilia... Valeria, please- Don't do this. The people hunting him will hunt you too. The Los Vaqueros, Alejandro-"

"We already made the deal. There are no takebacks, Y/N." There's no escape.

You stare at her. The ache in your chest that has been buried deep for years now, grows stronger.

You almost don't recognize her.

She's not the girl who took your first kiss at the age of 7. She's not the best friend you had since childhood. Not the teenager who made out with you when she was drunk at 17 and then didn't remember. Not the one who motivated you to follow your dream of joining the high school basketball team. Not the one who mesmerized you with her naturally glowing character who drew you in like a moth to a flame.

And yet...

You still love her.

And what could you do? You're already in too deep.

Years ago you decided to follow her until your feet couldn't carry you anymore.

You're a fool for her and if she decides to walk straight into hell, even then you will follow her.

You smile bitterly. She takes a step forward and grabs your right hand, her eyes staring straight into yours. Your heart flutters as always. The bitterness in your heart grows.

"You're my best friend Y/N, mi hermana. You know I'm doing this for us. Para tiempos más brillantes."

She doesn't see the tears threatening to fall from your eyes when she embraces you and you quietly sob into her arms. She holds you close and yet you've never felt farther away from her.

"para tiempos más brillantes" you whisper in her shoulder and for you these words are like a prayer, begging God or whoever to forgive you for your foolish heart and your foolish love.

A few days later you arrive in a black SUV for the cartel meeting.

The atmosphere in the house is already strange when you enter with Valeria. Diego greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand like always and once again you discreetly wipe your hand on your dress.

You hate participating in those meetings but to the cartel you're like a symbol, a symbol for the wealth and power that one can gain with the help of the cartel. So it's expected that you attend. And she likes it when you're with her.

You feel like a doll in that expensive dress Valeria gifted you. It's a light blue backless dress and compliments your shape.

She gave you this one with her typical words about wanting to make you feel good about yourself but you neither feel pretty nor good; the slit on the side shows off the scars on your leg and with your cane you give the image of a circus actor instead of a rich woman.

"You can rest upstairs", Valeria tells you and pats your shoulder and one of Diego's underlings wearing a black mask steps forward to accompany you.

"I'll see you in a bit."

"Yeah", you mumble and follow the guy. He tries to be discreet but you notice him looking at your feet right away and you huff inwardly. Yeah, she couldn't gift me expensive high heels unfortunately.

You're wearing flats because anything with heels hurt not only your feet but your legs as well.

On the highest floor you pour yourself a drink and sit on one of the chairs at the long round table.

You stare at the ice cubes in your class and watch as they slowly melt. Time ticks by and Valeria is nowhere to be seen.

It's pathetic how you wait for her like a puppy. But it's always been like this. She goes somewhere, you follow. When she's away, you wait for her, the only company your anxiety and worries.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door.

The atmosphere has been weird before but when the guard tells you in a breathless voice that he will be right back, you know something is definitely off.

You're not on the comms and you don't have a weapon, you never bring one to these events because it "ruins your outfits".

But you don't have to worry much because right when you think about grabbing a kitchen knife just in case, Valeria and her lackeys storm through the door.

She's armed - unlike when you two entered the house. You immediately know something went wrong.

"Y/N", she says, her tone cold and you stand up quickly, "go on the terrace for a bit."

You blink perplexed. "What? Why?"

She gives you a look as she grabs the phone one of her men holds up for her.

"Solo hazlo!"

You continue to stare for a few seconds, but she turns away, not looking at you.

"Yes, El Sin Nombre" you sigh eventually. A guard offers you a gun and you take it silently.

You walk to the back of the room and leave through the door, the gazes of Valeria's guards burn on your naked back.

You sit on one of the loungers, letting your cane and gun rest by your side and you stare at the darkening sky. You know who she's calling in there and the guilt plagues your mind.

How did you two end up like this? This isn't the future you imagined for yourself.

Yes, you wanted to be by her side but not like this.

The 16-year old Y/N L/N didn't see herself as the closest confidant of a drug cartel boss. Your younger self didn't see herself involved with corruption and the distribution of narcotics. You didn't see yourself lying next to her, back to back, in a bed with a pistol under the pillow.

In your ideal future you would lay in her arms in a cozy bed in a house with room for you two and your family, her sister Emilia, your grandparents, maybe even a dog like Feliz. Just you, the love of your life and your family.

No guns, no drugs, just a happy life, satisfied with what you have.

But you know better. That dream will never come true. Valeria loves you, always has, but not like you love her. You'll never be more than her best friend.

And even if she saw you in a different light, your dream can never come true. The things you both have done in your past will haunt you.

You know it's only a matter of time until the USA will hunt you and the other drug cartels down. They'll purge everything they can get a sniff of. And then El Sin Nombre will pay the price. But you'll be right beside her.

"At least we can be together in prison", you say to no one in particular, a bitter smile on your lips.

You stroke the frayed strap of the bracelet Valeria had gifted you all those years ago in high school. Memories come up but they're interrupted by a low hum. Confused you turn your head, searching the sky when a loud bang and sudden gunshots ring out in the house.

In the blink of an eye you're on your feet, gun in hand with the safety off, your cane disregarded.

You hurry to the door right when it gets slammed open and Valeria runs into you. Shocked you lower your hands, mierda you almost shot her!

"Y/N!", she shouts, grabbing you by your arm. "We have to move!"

She pulls you with her but the low hum has turned into growling and the roar of spinning rotors accompanies the black helicopter who suddenly hovers over the house. You're trapped.

"Down! Get down, now!", someone in the helicopter shouts and god, you're so stupid but she's in danger and without a second thought you shoot at the man standing at the open in the helicopter, while trying to cover her with your body.

"Y/N!"

A lot happens in mere seconds. The man at the helicopter door ducks inside, the other soldiers scream and point their guns at you and you shoot once more when someone shoves you and the force sends you to your knees.

"Cease Fire, Immediately!!"

Shouts echo around you, two more men run on the terrace, rifle and gun pointing at you but you don't care.

You turn and stare at her and she looks you in the eyes. The brown is basically black in the dusk. The corners of her lips twitch as if she wants to smile. You notice the rapidly growing spot on her grey shirt, underneath her necklace on the left side.

You scream and she hugs you, forcing her whole body weight on you. You crumble completely to the ground, holding her close, one hand still clutching the gun.

"Target is hit- I repeat target is hit! Ghost what the fu-"

"Don't shoot! I know that woman!"

Y/N she whispers. She's not moving her lips but you know she called you. You stare into her eyes as she gasps for air.

"Ria, I got you- It's okay- I got you, I-"

You drop the gun and press onto the wound from the back. Your hands turn slippery from her blood.

One of the men walks up to you and kicks your gun away from your reach and as he hovered over you, you pull her closer, shielding her with your upper body.

No, no. This can't be happening!

Your heart beat resounds loudly in your ears, it drowns out the helicopter noise and the shouting soldiers. You feel naseous from the surging helplessness you feel. Until you hear a certain voice. It's familiar.

"Y/N, hey! It's me, Alejandro. Let me have a look at her, please."

Alejandro?

You lift your head, still holding eye contact with her. Her eyes are wide, shocked probably at the sudden development. You gulp but bile still rises in your throat.

Hands grab you, but they're not forceful and you straighten your upper body to give Alejandro the chance to look at her in your arms. You look at him, begging him to do something, to help- save her.

"...dro", she wheezes and he smiles but his raised eyebrows give his worry away.

"Valeria."

He reaches for her back where you hold her and when his hand finds yours, his face darkens. He stands up and turns towards the helicopter and waves at the blonde man inside, his red hand glistening.

"We need a medic now!"

The sentence flings you into the past.

"Necesito evacuación médica para Y/N!! Gómez, hijo de puta, call it in now!!"

Gunshots whizz past you two but Valeria doesn't care.

She puts more pressure on your legs and you just watch how her expression stirs from worry to determination.

You adore that face so much. Her sharp eyebrows, the straight bridge of her nose, her long eyelashes, the lines when she smiles. She's your own personal Aphrodite.

"...s beautiful..."

She looks at you scowling. "Shut up, Y/N! Don't go all woozy on me now! We'll get you out of here and you'll be just fine, okay?!"

You smile. Of course. You'll be just fine. After all, she's by your side.

"..can't do anything for her..."

You blink. The words pull you out of your distant memory. She's holding onto you, you realize belatedly. Her fingers dig into your skin but her grip is weak, too weak.

The two soldiers who got in front of you and checked her body retreat. You open your move to say something but she touches your face to get your attention.

"Y/N..."

She pulls you down, while moving her lips as if she wants to whisper something to you. Your chest painfully constricts.

Instead your lips meet. Someone says something but you don't hear them, too shocked by the sudden kiss.

It's more like a peck and it tastes like the alcohol you drank before but your chest almost explodes.

"D-Don't do that, Ria", you croak. The nickname is like poison on your lips.

She smiles. And kisses you again. Longer this time. You taste salt.

"Not like this- I don't want it like this! I haven't even- me cago en la puta, Valeria Martina Garza, you-"

You cover her hands with yours, smearing her blood on them as you grip her fingers tight, holding on like she's your lifeline. Your foreheads touch. The pain in your chest is tearing you apart. You feel like dying.

"Para tiem...pos más brillantes...", she whispers breathlessly and you sob, showering her face with kisses while cradling her in your arms. She huffs as if she's protesting.

"Don't fucking say that! Yo no puedo vivir sin ti!! I love you, Ria, I-"

The smile is still on her lips when her body goes limp in your arms. Your chest constricts as you breathe in shakily.

Tears fall and you rock her in your arms, holding the only one who ever mattered in your life in your arms and you scream, the pain in your chest never stopping.

How can I wish for better times when you're not with me?!

"Y/N L/N, what do you know about El Sin Nombre?"

"Ella era mi alma gemela. I'll tell you everything."

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I was wondering if you could do a Billy Hargrove fic the reader is Hoppers daughter and Billy’s girlfriend hopper doesn’t know they are dating yet. He comes to her window one night after having a really bad fight with his dad and he took max with him because he was scared to what he would do to her. He’s really upset and scared and just needs her company. Max js having a panic attack in the car and Billy just doesn’t know what to do so she has to sneak out and help max calm down then they all go for a drive.

Then she lets them stay over but she has to tell her dad why they are over and why Billy has to stay like she tells him all about his dad and everything x

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Billy leaned against his blue Camaro as his eyes fell on you as you slipped out of Steve Harrington's BMW. He scoffed throwing his cigarette to the ground as he walked over, catching up with you.

" What's the rush, pretty?" you heard his voice as he tugged on the straps of your backpack. Billy stopped noticing you pause in your step as you turned to look at him. " What do you want, Hargrove?"

Billy didn't get an answer out as Steve bumped into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder leading you away from Billy.

" Stay away from her" Steve shouted, Billy fist balled to his side. Who does Harrington think he is? He caught your eye as you turned to look at him over your shoulder, shrugging as you followed Steve into school.

Billy was going to get you one way or another.

You walked into the cabin dropping your book bag by the door and taking off your shoes as El turned to you from the TV she has been watching.

" School okay?" she asked.

" Yeah it was good" you shrugged as you opened the small fridge taking out some fruit. " Do you want some?" you asked her as you pointed to the fruit that you laid out on the counter.

" Yes" she nods. The door to the cabin opens and your dad walks in, but stumbles as he catches his footing on your backpack that laid by the door that he didn't see.

" Kid!" he glares at you. He never liked the fact that you left your stuff where he would usually trip over them or they would be in his way.

" I'm sorry dad, I meant to put it in my room" you mumbled as you took a plate out from the cupboard. Your dad has his hands on his hips as he stared at you.

" uh huh, you always leave your things around. One day, I will break my legs and you'll be the one to take me to the hospital"

El rolls her eyes as your dad is being dramatic.

" Never going to happen. You should be used this by now. You always trip over my things one way or another" he sighed knowing your right. " Just put it in your room, kid" he says making his way into the kitchen to get himself a beer.

Your dad was the Chief Of Police, Jim Hopper. You had stayed with your dad instead of going with your mom after Sara passed away. It took a toll on your dad but you were there for him through his struggles and that even though he had his moments, you'd always be his little girl. When El came into the picture, you were beyond over joyed to have her in your life. She became a sister to you and you talked to her about little Sara, telling her not to tell Hopper that she knew. El kept your promised. The two of you had grown closer and closer. You were Hopper's little angels although the two of you had your moments where you caused trouble.

You were more worried when Billy and you had spend more and more time together. You shared a History class with Billy and the teacher suggested you tutor him in it. You were the top student in her class.

" Your house or mine?" Billy asked the first time that you two were planning to study. Billy wasn't the one to study. But when you walked out of the school in tow with Billy by your side, heads turned especially Steve's as he watched you in disbelief.

Billy turned on the car and you jumped when you sat in from the loud music causing him to laugh as he looked over to you.

" You're too tense" his hand rested on your thigh giving it a squeeze as he lowered the music. You looked out the window to catch Steve watching you as Billy reversed the car and drove away.

" You and Harrington a thing?" He asked.

You shook your head, " Good friends." Billy snorted.

" You two seem awful close" you rose your eyebrow with a slight smirk. " Are you jealous, Hargrove?" Billy tensed up at your question as he shook his head, sending you a small glare. You chuckled turning to look out the window.

" Trust me if Harrington was the one I was going after, then I'd already have him" Billy rose his eyebrow.

" You like anyone princess?"

" I like pretty boys like you, Hargrove" a red tint painted his cheeks as he heard your confession, looking away a bit as he bite down his lip. He wasn't used to compliments but felt his heart flutter.

" Maybe I like you too, Y/N Hopper"

Every Tuesday and Thursday you would come over to Billy's house and help him with History homework and help him study. You had met his step sister Max that you seen a couple of time with the rest of the kids.

You had made flash cars to help Billy learn quicker, it helped at first but then he closed the textbooks and notebooks and threw them off the bed.

" Billy! We need to study" you gasped when Billy took the flash cars from your hands and threw them over his shoulder in the air having them fly onto the floor.

The two of you would flirt each other and send each other little notes in class. He would leave small letter in your locker room telling you something he liked about you or just a simple note telling you that he couldn't wait to see you. He had to hide the letters from Tommy and Carol. He knew they would use this against him.

" I have a better idea" Billy grabbed onto your legs moving them down, laughing hearing a squeal come from you as he crawled up your body. He hovered above you looking down at you.

Some strands of curls fell into his eyes and you reached up to brush them away. His ocean blue eyes shined as he looked down at you with the softest smile. Something about you made him feel mushy and cause his heart to flutter every time you looked at him.

" Be my girl" he says. You blinked not believe what you were hearing. Did Billy Hargrove just ask you to be his?

" Billy.." you whispered out his name as a hand came up to cup his cheek. Your thumb ran over the apples of his cheeks. He leaned into your touch and turned his head to kiss your palm.

" Yes" you nodded. Billy leaned down capturing your lips with his as he smiled into the kiss. Who knew you out of people could make Billy Hargrove be such a softie?

It didn't take long for Billy to open up to you and tell you about how his mother left him with his father. He told you how his father, Neil would abuse him and he would take it.

" You're my safe place, princess" he says as he sits with on the hood of his car at Lover's Lake. He felt safe in your arms when you would hold him. Your heart flutters at his words. You wish you could take his pain every time. It hurts you to see him like this.

" I'm always going to be here for you, I am not leaving you" Billy held you to those words. He turn his head to look at you and your eyes told him everything he needed to know. You were here to stay.

Your head snapped up as you hear knocking on your bedroom window. You look around in the darkness of your room with half slit eyes from being awake from sleep. There was light coming from your window but a pair of blue eyes stared down at you. You rushed out of bed seeing the familiar blue eyes of your boyfriend.

" What's wrong?" you gasped turning on the bedside light by the table seeing bruises on your boyfriends face and the busted lip he has. " Did he do this?" you asked already knowing the answer but you needed confirmation from Billy. His blue eyes were glossy as he shakes standing in a white tank top, his curls were distraught as if he had been running a hand through them and he looks back to his car. Your eyes fall on the red hair girl in the car with her hands over her head.

" I-I... took.. her-r.." he managed to get out through his tears as he closed them. " She..She..I..." he couldn't even form words to where to begin but you slipped out your window in just your pjs not caring hat the leaves beneath your feet with stick where digging into your skin as you walked with Billy to his car. You grasped the handle of the Camaro as you opened it hearing Max catching her breath.

" Max?" you called out to her but she's not responsive and when you grabbed onto her small hand getting her attention. You know what's happening.

" Hey, hey, sweetheart" you brushed her hair away from her face, putting some strand behind her ear and took her small hand in yours putting it on your heart.

" You hear that?" her eyes are roaming around looking as she tries to grasp her breathing. " Count with me" you tell her, she shakily nods as she counts with you and it helps her calm down. Her breathing comes back and when it does, she turns to you and falls into your arms grasping your shirt with a whimper. Billy watches with a small smile on his face.

He loved how caring and gentle you were.

" Thank you Y/N" Max says as she pulls away from you. You stood back up as you turned to Billy. You made your way over to him brushing his tears away with your fingers.

" How are you doing?" It was a stupid question to ask but you needed to hear him talk.

" I don't know" he says but takes your hand in his as he laces his fingers with yours bringing it up to his lips. You were here. Your touch sends a warmth through him. He loved it when you two had moments like this.

" hey" you called out to him. He rose his head to meet your gaze. " You're safe with me, let's go for a drive?"

Billy nodded but you take the keys from him. You knew how to drive but you couldn't afford a car. Steve let you drive his BMW from time to time.

Max scoots to the back as Billy makes his way into the passenger side and you walked to the driver side. When you got in, you looked back at Max and then looked at Billy.

" The both of you are staying with me tonight, I'm telling my dad in the morning about Neil. I can't stand it anymore that the both of you have to go through this. Enough is enough. I care about you two way to much to let this go on, you hear me? This isn't happening anymore. My dad will make sure Neil will never touch you again. I promise you" your eyes locked with Billy as you speak.

Small arms wrap around from behind you and a hand laces their fingers with yours. Billy knew he had fallen for you, hard. You were his person and he was sure of it.

" Now about that drive?" you started the car as Max moved back into her seat and Billy eyes never left your face. His fingers traced over on top over your hand, you couldn't place what he was tracing until it hit you.

He was tracing a heart. This was his way of telling you he loves you. When you turn to look at him and the look in your eyes told him that the feeling was mutual, he couldn't help it but feel happier than he was in his life.

Your dad walked into the kitchen the following morning and stopped in his tracks seeing that two more people were in the kitchen. His eyes looked over to Billy who stood there looking at the ground with your hand on top of his and Max who sat with El at the table as they ate breakfast.

" What is going on?" He asks as he eyes you.

" Dad, I need to tell you something" He nods for you to continue but shoots a look at Billy. He knows who he is.

" I've been dating Billy for the past few months" your dad's eyes got wide as he opened his mouth to say something but you shook your head, " let me finish." Hopper closed his mouth as he waited.

" His dad has been abusing him and he came to me last night, it's not the first time this happened. I've been at his house and Neil raised his hand at Billy when I was there, I can't let it keep happening, dad. He makes me happy and I care about him a lot. Max is afraid to be in that house, Susan doesn't do anything"

" Is this true?" Hopper asks as he looks at Billy then at Max.

" Yes sir" Billy rose his head and Hopper finally saw the bruises on his face and the busted lip that you had cleaned up.

" Yes" Max answers.

Hopper puts on his hat as he makes his way over to Billy putting a hand on his shoulder, " I'll take care of this. You can stay here, but if you dare hurt my daughter in anyway. I'll hunt you down."

" Me too" El speaks up. You look down towards her knowing she's only saying that to protect you. " Me three" Max adds. You chuckled as you take Billy's hand in yours.

" You're always going to be safe with me" his blue eyes shined, a small whimper escapes from him as you wrap your arms around him. He buries his head into the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you.

" Thank you" you hear him whisper. Your finger draws a heart on his bare shoulder telling him you love him. His response is squeezing you tighter. He knows you love him and he knows you will keep him safe. He's thankful that you stepped into his life when you did and he was never going to let you go.

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The Other Side (Stranger Things x MayfieldSibling!Reader)

Your adopted sister has been targeted by Vecna, and you will do anything to protect her.

The van was filled with a sombre silence. No one looked at each other, too focused on the task at hand. Dread was building in the pit of your stomach, your fingers nervously lacing and interlacing together.

All of you were going to take down Vecna.

A seed of doubt settled into your mind. Vecna was more powerful than anything you had previously faced, his vines polluting your darkest fears and possessing the power to make you break, all without being seen. That, and El was nowhere to be found. Why did you think you could do this?

You looked over your shoulder at your sister Max, her and Lucas chatting quietly amongst themselves. She was smiling. You felt yourself smiling too, thankful that she was at least able to feel something other than pain.

She was the reason. She was the reason you had to be hopeful. If you didn't succeed today, there was a high chance the monsters of this world would sever the only surviving sibling you had. She wasn't blood but she was your sister. She helped you feel like you belonged in this ever changing world, made you feel sane when you questioned your sanity, she helped you by being Max.

No, you couldn't afford to lose. You would win. You had to.

"Hey." The person besides you whispered. You looked at them from the corner of your eye, taking in Eddie's anxious appearance. His knee was constantly knocking against yours. "Are you okay?"

Were you okay? It felt like a strange question to ask. Ever since you moved to this foresaken town with your adoptive family, you had been anything but okay. After being roped into the dangers of Hawkins Lab, watching your adopted brother be brutally killed at Star Court and being trapped in the Upside Down, you were far from okay. But even after all of that, fear gnawed at your bones. You were scared, terrified, not for yourself, but for Max, who had been so riddled with grief it nearly killed her.

And now she could die again.

You felt a hand grab yours. The callouses on the hand - which you quickly realised was Eddie's - scratched delicately at your skin as he squeezed your hand.

"Thank you." You meekly whispered, relishing the warm rings almost imprinting into your hand. They kept you grounded, pulling you out of the spiral of worry clouding your thoughts. In any other situation your mind would be reeling at the sudden, intimate contact with him. Today wasn't the day for childhood crushes.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts you didn't see the pink blush spreading across Eddie's cheeks, or the knowing look Dustin sent his way. You turned your attention to the window, watching the place you began to call home rush past in a blur.

The Creel House stared back at you. You sighed, dread taking root in your stomach. Nancy started repeating the plan. You barely listened to a word, it was already inscribed in your brain. Instead, you looked at Max. Her bright orange hair that trailed behind her when she rode away on her bike, giggling. The freckles dusted along her fair skin, disappearing into the creases of her skin whenever she grinned madly, normally because she was muffling a laugh at one of your terrible puns. The headphones draped around her neck, her lifeline before Vecna cursed her. You'd never heard a Kate Bush song but could recite the words to Running up that Hill in your sleep.

"Good luck."

You were pulled out of your trance as Max stood up, moving swiftly out of the motor home, Lucas and Erica at her heels. You got to your feet, feeling yourself being dragged down an inch. You frowned, and saw your hand was still connected to Eddie's. He stared at you in a way you couldn't decipher, his features soft, yet fearful. "See you on the other side."

You swallowed, licking your lips nervously. You nodded vaguely, removing your hand out of Eddie's hold disobeying your heart's orders to keep hold of him forever. Words started to form on your tongue, that knot in your stomach growing tighter. You had an overwhelming sense of wrong, and every instinct told you to run, to whisk everyone away and live every day surrounded by the safety of a lullaby.

Max.

The urge to save her was overwhelming. It overpowered the doubts, the fear, the anxiety. That small glimmer of hope gave you the strength to summon a smile at Eddie. "See you there."

You waved farewell to everyone, feet hitting the pavement outside the Creel House. The door closed behind you, the motor home giving a slight roar before zooming down the road.

It was too late to back out now.

You sucked in a deep breath, gazing upon the house standing over you. From the outside, it looked unsuspecting, the perfect home for a typical nuclear family. You knew the secrets hidden behind the stained glass. You knew of the blood, the death, the torture seeping into the woodwork. You knew of the creature who was nourished there, of the evil that took root and made it his hub for nefarious activities.

It was in that house, in a parallel world to the one you knew, that he pushed your sister to the brink. It was there he pushed her to the edge and caused her even more suffering.

God, you hated that fucking house.

"Y/N, come on, we don't have all day!" Max beckoned you from the front door, waving at you madly. You huffed, picking up your pace and walking across the threshold.

Lucas passed you a torch as soon as you entered, offering you an encouraging smile. "We've got this."

You nodded absentmindedly, not wanting to tell him how you knew you four had definitely not got this. You were deeply regretting this plan already; you knew there was no other option to save her. You had to at least try.

Lucas and Erica split off, walking around the house trying to find where Vecna was. You heard their footsteps disappear, watching Max from the corner of your vision. She didn't move, staring at the floor.

"Hey," you moved to stand in front of her, squatting so you were in her eye line. "Everything is going to be okay."

"Then why are you looking at me like I'm going to die?"

Her words left you speechless. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to form any words. Max rolled her eyes, shoving her headphones over her ears. "That's what I thought."

She moved to go into the adjacent room, your hand shooting out to grab her arm before you could comprehend what was happening. Max looked at you over her shoulder, then at the hand on her arm. Sighing, she begrudgingly tugged her headphones off of her ears. "What?"

"I don't mean to look at you like that... I'm just worried. I would do anything to protect you, but with this Vecna, I can't do anything except make sure Kate Bush is on repeat." You gave her a shaky smile. "You know I would jump in front of a bullet for you."

"I know." Max returned your smile, gaze soft. "You're the best sibling I could have asked for."

"The feelings mutual." You opened up your arms. She didn't hesitate falling into them, your arms wrapping around her like armour. "I'll never let anything happen to you."

Max's arms squeezed around your neck. You wished you could freeze this moment forever, your sister holding you like you were the only thing anchoring her down. You wanted to keep your arms wrapped around her while she was baiting Vecna. You wanted her to be safe.

Lucas' footfalls thudded on the wood harshly. He thundered down the stairs, freezing when he saw the moment you and Max were sharing. He cleared his throat awkwardly, forcing you and Max to pull apart.

"Sorry to interrupt." As much as it wasn't the poor boys fault, you wanted him to disappear. You knew what him being here meant before he said it. "I think I've found Vecna."

A tense atmosphere enveloped you both. You nodded solemnly, bringing yourself to your feet. You gestured for Lucas to follow the way, blocking out his and Max's conversation, the pounding in your ears too loud to hear anything else. You had lost Billy to the Upside Down, and whilst you weren't awfully close and he tormented you for years for not being blood, it still ripped you apart seeing him perish that way. You didn't want to lose Max too.

Lucas held the door open as you all filtered into the attic. There was what appeared to be a shrine assembled by the window, black widow spiders contained in jars. You shivered at the sight.

Almost as if by command, you saw the torch in your hand flicker. You gulped, eyes flitting to Max. She kept her back straight, attention fixated on the shrine. She looked fearless.

"I guess we best get started then." Max shrugged off her backpack, sitting in front of the shrine. She held the walkman in her hands, the soft hum of Running up the Hill cutting short when Max clicked the tape to a stop.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. You and Lucas waited for something to happen. You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants, unable to tear your attention from Max.

"Now what?" Lucas cut into the silence.

You shrugged, leaning against one of the wooden beams. "We wait?"

Max sighed deeply, breaking the quiet. She began to talk about Billy, about how she felt so guilty about him dying, about how she was relieved he was dead. You wanted to comfort her, the words dying on your lips as you noticed her eyes had become milky and her speech had come to a halt.

You and Lucas exchanged a look. He disappeared to give Erica the signal, returning swiftly. Neither of you tore your gaze from Max. It felt like your breath was caught in your throat, waiting to see if she would start levitating.

For the first time since Billy perished, you prayed. You prayed that a higher power would protect your sister from the thing you couldn't. You prayed you all survived this, that you all would end this evil once and for all.

A creak from downstairs interrupted your thoughts. Both you and Lucas stood rod straight, twisting to the attic entrance. Lucas moved towards the sound; you put your hand on his arm, holding him back.

"You stay here, keep an eye on her. I'll check it out."

Lucas didn't protest, his attentive eyes quickly falling back to Max. You resisted the urge to look back, creeping down the stairs and holding your torch like a weapon. The stairs creaked under your feet. You froze, holding your breath, waiting for something to jump out of the shadows.

Nothing.

Your breath left you in a gasp, your hand grasping your chest. It felt as if it couldn't get any tighter. Tightening your grip on the torch to fight the shaking of your hands, you moved throughout the house, peering around corners and jumping at your own shadow. After scouring the house for five minutes and not seeing anything, you felt the anxiety ebb away.

The torch fell loosely by your side. You kicked yourself for being so easily spooked, for being so easily pulled away from Max's side. As you turned around to retreat back upstairs, a flash of green caught your attention. You wanted to tell yourself it was a trick of the light - you couldn't lie to yourself when you heard a slight thud and curse words muttered.

Your muscles tensed. Your eyes darted between where the figure had now appeared, their back to you, and the way to the attic.

They had blocked your path.

You swore the blood circulation had been cut off in your fingers from how tightly you held the torch. You crept forward as slowly as you could, praying the old house would be fair to you and not reveal your presence. A higher power mocked you; as soon as your foot fell, a loud creak echoed throughout the silence.

The man spun around. Jason Carver stood in front of you, eyes erratic. He looked almost gleeful when he saw you, smile twisting manically.

"Hey, Y/N, right?" You swallowed nervously, nodding your head. Subconsciously you felt your eyes move towards the attic, hoping he wouldn't go anywhere near Max. You needed to distract him.

"Do you know where Lucas is? I'm worried, he's my friend, and I think that monster," Jason all but spat the word, making you shrink back against your will, "has corrupted him."

"Sorry, can't help." You shrugged, drawing up a facade of nonchalance. "I think Max mentioned them both going to the arcade?"

"Oh really?" Jason took a step closer to you. You resisted the urge to retreat backwards, standing your ground firmly. "Because me and the boys passed it on the way here. It was closed."

You really hoped he couldn't sense the sweat beginning to bead on your skin. "Look, my sister is an angsty teenager, do you really think she tells me the truth twenty four seven? Just because I'm her sister doesn't mean I'm privy to all the details of her life."

Jason didn't look convinced. He took another step closer. This time you instinctively stepped backwards, spine smacking into the wall behind you. He leaned closer to you, his face impossibly close to yours, eyes flickering across your features.

"I think you're lying."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, to buy the kids more time, when the floorboards above your head creaked. Both of your heads snapped upwards. Your gaze connected with Jason's, his eyes wild. He turned on his heel.

You needed to buy them time.

Before you could think, you kicked his shin. It was a fairly weak shot, the kick not knocking him to the floor, but hard enough to know you were there. It was a warning. Jason froze, turning slowly around. Your breath caught in your throat.

He looked manic.

"Jason, think about what you're about to do."

He smirked. There was no trace of the arrogant, peppy basketball player who's charm could disable anyone in a ten metre radius. No, he reminded you more of a cheshire cat.

"Oh, I've thought about this long and hard." Before you could process what was happening, he was pushing you backwards, your back slamming harshly into the wall. You ignored the flare of pain, stumbling to remain upright. He grabbed your neck, pinning you to the wall. His grip on your neck was tight, your breath leaving you in a raspy gasps.

He leaned closer to you, whispering on your skin. "If anything gets in my way, I'm willing to do anything to avenge Chrissy."

You pawed at his hand, eyes catching the torch still in your grasp. Without a second thought, you smacked the torch into the side of his face with a resounding crack. His grip from your neck instantly released. You sucked in big gulps of oxygen as he stumbled to the side, hand cradling his bleeding cheek.

You forced yourself to speak, the words scratching at your tender throat. "This is bigger than you, Jason. Go home."

He fixed you with that deadly stare again.

He was on your like a shot, his fist pummelling your face before you could comprehend it. Your nose erupted in pain, blood gushing down your cheek. You fell backwards, Jason catching you before you fell to deliver another hit to the face. His fist kept flying towards you. You endured a symphony of pain.

You felt yourself get weaker with each hit. One of your eyes had swollen shut and the darkness was beckoning you. Jason dropped you carelessly to the ground, not sparing a glance at your limp form. You tried to shout, to scream, to give Lucas and Max any form of warning - each time you opened your mouth, his fist was there. The words were throttled into silence. You drifted out of consciousness, sending one final prayer of protection for your sister before blacking out.

You woke up in a haze. Your head was foggy, and your sight was blurry. Your face felt like it was on fire and you couldn't suppress the groan slipping past your swollen lips, pushing yourself to sit upright. Your head swam with the movement.

Shouting from upstairs caught your attention. Max.

You bolted to your feet, teetering in place. You didn't let this deter you, stumbling towards the attic. You clung to the banister, all but dragging yourself upstairs, closer to the sound of the ruckus.

It took you a moment to take in everything that was happening. Lucas was backed into a corner, his hand raised defensively in front of himself. Jason's back was to you. Max was hovering in the air, her legs and arms limp.

It wasn't working. The plan wasn't working. Max's walkman was nowhere to be found and Jason was going to be one of the reasons your sister would die. The pain was non-existent now, replaced by a pure unfiltered rage.

Lucas' eyes fixed on you. You raised a shaky finger to your lips, demanding him to stay silent. He slightly shook his head, his way of discreetly warning you but you weren't thinking clearly, thoughts occupied with Max's levitating body.

Jason was rambling some nonsense. You paid no mind to it, creeping as quietly as you could behind him. He was within touching distance. The rage fuelled you to hook your arm around his neck, dragging him towards you. He stumbled, his words halting as he flailed.

"Y/N!" Lucas cried out in warning. You were deaf to it, tightening the grip on Jason.

"Go help her, now!" You commanded, arm trembling with the sheer pressure you were applying to Jason's neck. You were still weak; Jason sensed that. One moment he was fighting underneath you, and the next he'd pushed you away. You collapsed to the floor with a thud. Jason didn't even pay you any mind, moving towards Lucas with deadly intent.

Under his feet, a distinct crack fractured the silence.

He'd broken the walkman.

It felt as if the world stopped. You heard that crack on a loop in your mind, the sound of Max's death warrant having been signed.

Jason.

Adrenaline brought you to your knees, ignoring the flares of agony consuming your body. Hatred supported you to a stand. Grief sent you forwards, spinning Jason's body towards your own so you could stare at him as you -

A bang echoed throughout the house.

Fire. Burning agony you had never experienced before exploded in your abdomen.

Lucas gaped at you, staring at your stomach. Frowning, your eyes followed his gaze, breath stuttering when you saw the blooming red starting to spread there.

Jason's eyes were wide in panic, frantically looking between you and Lucas. His strong demeanour quickly crumbled, him sputtering out his words. "I didn't mean - the gun was just for show!"

You didn't have any time to react, hearing a crack. Your hand weakly pressed on your stomach. Above you, Max's bones had begun to break.

You were all transfixed, tears streaming with each crack. With each deafening sound you realised you had lost. Max was going to die, you had been shot and Vecna would have won.

It would all be for nothing.

You felt yourself growing fainter by the minute; you refused to sit down. You were waiting for Max, waiting for her to pull through.

Another crack.

Please don't die.

Another crack.

Please don't die.

Her eyes began to bleed, the blood streaming down her pale cheeks. You heaved out a cry, giving into your body as you collapsed weakly to the floor, slumped forwards. You were sobbing into the floor. She was gone, she was really gone.

Max's body fell to the ground. Lucas caught her, pulling her into his arms. You forced yourself to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of red, grabbing her hand with your own bloody one.

"Max." You whispered, feeling her body tremble under your touch.

"I can't see." She gasped out breathlessly. "I don't want to die."

"You're not." Lucas reassured her, his voice thick.

When you felt Max still, you died with her. You sobbed, holding her hand so tight.

This was a nightmare. This was a nightmare.

Wake up.

You need to WAKE UP.

Max's still body became a blur. You tried to force yourself to focus, to allow yourself more time to commit her features to memory. With each passing second, more of her features were lost, until she was nothing but a senseless blob.

You tried to stay awake, tried to stay conscious. You tried to keep holding her hand, your last connection to her.

Your worst nightmare had come true.

All of this was for nothing.

Your heart turned to stone as the cold reality around you faded away.

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#stranger things fanfic #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #max mayfield #max mayfield fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things angst

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rosellerivers19 · 7 months

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The Adventures of Shady bug and Claw noir: A little head canon 😉 (based off of @ladyblorg's work)

"Alright start playing let's see what you got" The midnight dark haired girl with a pink highlight and always seemed to wear a sour expression said crossing her arms to a shy quiet teal haired boy who was surprised the dark girl even gave him a moment of her time.

"A-Alright" a very different version of Luka mumbled but the girl didn't hear her she had a glare etched onto her face burning his insides as if she hated his guts but Luka knew better she was like that with everyone

The teal haired boy's fingers found the rough handle of the guitar as if clicking in place and began moving periodically having a mind of their own. The song wasn't new or modern but they were familiar, comfortable.

He closed his eyes letting himself relax as he played feeling the rhythm a state of peace he never had when he was at school, hanging out with his friends or even when he was with his sister.

Marinette rolled her eyes as if finding the music distasteful a scowl on her face before she said

"Baroque music is lame prep" rather harshly.

Luka immediately stopped playing his finger freezing on the strings. The music he found solace in was a burden for her. He felt sad at the thought he was bothering the girl who was trying to teach her.

He looked down disappointed with himself as the girl gave him a hard look before shifting to a disinterested face

"I-I'm sorry I can play something el--"

Before he could finish the sentence he felt himself get bonked by the bluenette

"NO PEACHFUZZ!! GAWD!!" she shouted exhausted

'yep definitely gonna leave a bruise' he thought wincing as he rubbed his head

"w-what was that for?" he mumbled quietly as Marinette gave an exasperated sigh

"If someone says they don't like your music your supposed to tell them to screw off" she crossed her arms her moody nature in full force

"But that would be mean" Luka said softly he didn't want to hurt anybody

"That's the point" Marinette grumbled before raising her voice and shouting

"NOW DO IT AGAIN!"

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It took them 5 attempts and Luka was still saying please "WHAT THE **** DID I TELL YOU!?!?" Marinette shouted bonking him on the head again he was surprised she was tired of shouting and that he hadn't passed out yet

A certain blonde watched coldly from afar

Adrien didn't like the fact that a shrimp who had no back bone for himself was getting insulted and abused by the emo girl he had an attraction for . . .

'THAT SHOULD BE ME!' He thought scowling the boy had a twisted meaning of what love is . . . Surprising since his father was an absolute angel

He saw the bluenette finally walk away muttering 'pleasantries' to herself with that beautiful scowl on her face. Adrien was upset that it wasn't because of him though.

Adrien walked over nonchalantly seeing how the teal hugged the guitar and looked down solemnly it was absolutely repulsing.

"Ahem-" the blonde cleared his throat looking as least bothered as possible before saying in a clear and very harsh voice (so the oblivious dork would understand)

"I don't like how she insulted you" The blonde emo son of the famous fashion designer Gabriel Agreste said gruffly

The Teal's eyes widened looking up at him making Adrien smirk hoping the Teal would want to fight because he was certainly re--

"Thank you Adrien!" Luka said as if there were invisible tears in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around the blonde who's eyes were widened.

'What the hell!' The not so oblivious blonde thought seeing the shy dorky kid who had miraculously summoned up a minute of his love at first sight's time.

"W-what the hell" the blonde pushed the teal away

"I said I didn't like how she insulted you!" he repeated but for some strange reason his cheeks were a bit red now

But to Adrien's fury (and embarrassment) the Teal's smile grew brighter not at all upset because he pulled away.

"yes I know and that's very nice of you" Luka said swinging his music bag over his shoulder

"You're not as bad as everyone makes out Agreste" Luka had a small smile on his face as he left leaving the blonde to . . . digest?

'Did he just say nice?' Adrien thought feeling the pit of his stomach do a somersault before he regained control of his weird emotions and put a blank face

'He must be blind'

#luka x adrien #fanfic #fanfic ideas #miraculous ladybug #shadybug #claw noir #emonette #mlb paris special #emo adrien #shy luka #inspired

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mollyollypuddingpolly · 2 years

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Someone mentioned Will hating being cold ever since the Mind Flayer possession. And anyways here's this little Byler moment set after they leave Suzies house and are on the way to El.

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Will looked out the window, and tried to keep his shiver from being too obvious. It was still a long ride to the destination, to wherever it was El had been taken.

No, went willingly, he reminded himself. Things were far from okay, but he kept telling himself that if she went there willingly, they weren't going to hurt her.

He knew that likely wasn't true though. Dr. Owen's had tried to help him, and he hurt him. He had no clue what Eleven needed to go through to regain her powers.

His shivering wasn't getting any better. It wasn't exactly cold, but a slight chill had crept in through Argyle's window that he'd put down to air out the place – Jonathan was adamant that now was not the best time to hotbox the van– before falling into the deep sleep he was now in.

He was pretty sure Mike was asleep next to him, but he couldn't bring himself to check. He'd been caught staring a few times today and he didn't want to chance it. He was also pretty sure Jonathan thought he was asleep too, as his older brother hadn't said a word in hours but silently focused on the road.

He really should be asleep, but he couldn't. Not when he was cold, not when he felt like how it had made him feel.

He tried to take his mind off it, think of anything else. Mike, El, the painting. He glanced down at it sticking out of his bag. Of course he brought the stupid painting but forgot a fucking sweater. He'd probably never even have the courage to give Mike the painting, and it's not like when you're on the run from the government and trying to save your adoptive sister is the best time to tell your best friend (who's also your sister's boyfriend) that you're in love with him.

When did his life become such a mess?

His thoughts were only making the shivers worse, he actually thought he might be shaking the whole van now.

"Hey, are you cold?" Mike spoke, barely above a whisper next to him. Will turned his head from where he had planted it in the window to see his friend looking at him with a frown. My shivering probably woke him up, he thought.

"Uh, yeah a little bit, sorry." He said breathing in and out trying to force his body to calm down.

Mike looked at him confused.

"No, I mean I'm pretty sure I got a sweater in here," He gestured to his bag. "One sec."

He sat up and pulled his bag towards him, digging his hands in searching for the familiar fabric.

"Really? You'd forget to bring a sweater camping in Hawkins, in September. Yet you remember to bring one to California, in March?" Will joked, because unless Karen Wheeler was still packing Mike's clothes, he highly doubted Mike would remember a sweater.

But sure enough Mike pulled out a blue hoodie from the depths of his bag.

"See, here it is," Mike said, with a triumphant smile, he passed it to Will who took it graciously, albeit surprised.

"Huh, stand me corrected," Will said, pulling the sweater on. "Thanks."

Mike shrugged, his face tinted pink.

"Actually, you're probably right, I normally would have forgotten," Mike said, scratching the back of his neck, and looking away. "But I know how much you hate to get cold, you know after everything. And so I wanted to bring one in case you needed it… which is stupid because you'd have your own sweater at your own house but I mean, here we are"

Mike turnd back and faced Will, a warm smile spread across his face. Will's heart probably broke a world record of beats per minute. But all he was able to say was.

"Oh,"

He'd never actually told someone that before. How much the Mind Flayer had affected him. How being cold made him feel like it was back. How the feeling of goosebumps made bile rise in his throat. But Mike just knew. They had barely talked this past year and yet Mike still knew him better than anyone.

And that smile, and was he blushing or was it just a trick of the light and the sleep in Will's eyes? He wasn't sure but it's stuff like this that made Will hope, and made him want to give Mike the painting and to tell him how he felt. Because it was moments like that, where he felt like maybe, just maybe Mike might feel the same way.

The thought alone made Will feel warm, and the sweater, so cozy and smelling of Mike had him easily falling finally asleep.

#stranger things #byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things fanfiction #byler fanfiction #i never post my fics because i never finish them but heres a little part of one

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naveymoon · 2 years

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𖤐 With You Part Four (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3172

Summary: Following your discharge from the hospital and into the arms of Elvis, the two of you are more than ready to resume your lives together.

Note(s): This gif. That's all. I think it fits pretty nicely with this chapter's tone's, but you didn't hear that from me ;) First of all, thank you so much for all of your continued support and compliments, I am forever grateful. Secondly, over 200 followers!! That means more to me than you will ever know that so many people like reading my work! Thank you so much. Enjoy this chapter, I'm so sorry it's been a while, but my mental health has taken a big toll on me and my writing and so I also apologise if this chapter is not up to standard! As always, all feedback is appreciated, but please be nice! Thank you, El ᵕ̈

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Four days of resting your exhausted body later, the nurses finally tell you that you may leave the hospital. You and Olivia were the only ones who had heard the news, and you had instantly begged your older sister to phone Elvis and inform him right away. The notion that the paparazzi and the media would ultimately find out about his location didn't cross your mind in your euphoric haze, but with the masses already assembled outside of the hospital's grounds only an hour after the phone call, you realise you should've been a lot more modest with your glee.

Olivia sighs as she stands next to you, staring out the window, before turning to Elvis, who had been speaking quietly with his father. She clears her throat to catch his attention, "Is this how it always is for you? All these people crowdin' round, watchin' your every move?"

Nobody could dispute that she had been trying to get along with Elvis. She was initially opposed to the two of you getting back together, arguing that he'd hurt you once and would do it again. Fortunately, she reluctantly dropped it soon following your insistence that he was different this time, that he was better. She still wasn't sure about him yet, but she was trying for your sake, unlike your father.

Your father hadn't seen you in three days, clearly taking the news of your rekindled relationship far more personally than Olivia had. He caught the two of you red-handed as soon as he returned to the room after his twenty-minute breather, and if you thought he was upset before, he was even more so after. He'd raged at Elvis for ten whole minutes before throwing you a dissatisfied look and left without saying goodbye. Olivia informed you that he was aggressively drinking away his frustrations at home and that you should simply let him deal with it as he saw appropriate. She told you that he would soon come to his senses, so just to leave him be 'till then.

Elvis approaches you both, inspecting the crowd out the window before turning to face Olivia and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "S'pose, but don't worry, Daddy and I were just talkin' 'bout getting you both out the back way so you don't get swamped by media people."

"Y'ain't comin' out with us?" you twist beneath his arm, peering up at him with surprise.

"The Colonel says it's best to make a statement now so they ain't hasslin' us at Graceland," Elvis explains as he leans forward to kiss your temple. "'s okay, I won't be long, Daddy'll bring the car back 'round and I'll be right with you, doll."

"What do y'have to make a statement about?" Olivia frowns.

"About the accident," Vernon interjects, capturing everyone's attention. "Elvis will just be explaining what happened and giving an update on Y/N's condition, it's really no big deal."

"Are you gonna tell them we had a fight?" you ask, looking up at Elvis.

"No, it's not…" He struggles to find the correct words, clearly conflicted in his mind. "It's not as deep as that, doll. Just gonna say that you were a little tipsy and went one step too far into the road, but that you're doing much better now, that type of stuff."

Olivia scoffs, "So you're just gonna humiliate her? After everything, you ain't gonna give her one ounce of human decency and tell your role in it rather than just playin' the knight in shinin' armour?"

"Liv-"

She ignores you, "It's bullshit. You said you were gonna let the world know about your relationship, but now she's just some drunk girl who got hit by a car in front of you? You know what, Elvis, grow a pair!"

"Olivia!"

Despite understanding her perspective, you feel obligated to just accept the humiliation that the press may bring. Being with Elvis will not be simple in terms of the challenges that the media will throw at you, so it's best not to allow it to get to you so soon, or so you think. You hope, though, that Elvis will at least disclose that the two of you are dating and that the Colonel hasn't talked him out of that as well.

"No, no, she's right." Elvis glances toward Vernon, an uneasy expression on his face. "I can't go out there sayin' all that stuff, letting others speculate about and humiliate her, Daddy."

"Son, the Colonel has experience with all of this, he knows what's best," Vernon sighs.

"Elvis," you say, resting your hand on his shoulder. "Don't let anyone force you to do anything; if you have to do it, I understand, honey."

Elvis' burden didn't seem as heavy on his shoulders this time since you were there to help leverage the weight with your patience and kind words. He regrets nearly allowing the Colonel to push him into making another mistake on your behalf, knowing how easily it could have gone wrong for you both again, and feels a lot braver knowing he'd be standing up to the Colonel with you by his side now. For once, he didn't care about the repercussions as long as he still had you, happy and safe right next to him.

"No, I swore to ya I'd never make the same mistakes with you twice, sweetheart." Elvis lays both hands on your cheeks and leans in for a brief and loving kiss. "The Colonel's a smart man, but he ain't dictating my relationships no more. I want you to make the statement with me."

"What?!"

You, Olivia, and Vernon all appear to exclaim in unison, each of you thinking his proposal is insane, but a part of you is utterly head over heels for this rebellious side of him, the one who would do anything for you. It was the Elvis you'd always wanted to see, but your rational side understands that this would be disastrous for him in the long term.

"Elvis, honey, I appreciate you saying that but…"

"But what? I thought you wanted us to be out in the world, baby. It'll be just like what we said, there'll be no more hiding." He sighs as he stares out the window, the crowd and his excitement growing along with it. "We can finally be happy together, ain't nothing stopping us after this."

You sigh, "Elvis, of course I want that, but there's a reason you never told them before. The Colonel wants you to be available, and bringing me into the limelight is just gonna bring everythin' from our past back up and the media'll be hasslin' both of us even more…don't you just wanna move on?"

"I don't give a damn 'bout any of that!" He steps away from you, frustrated, trying to cool off for a bit. "They ain't gonna hold us hostage in our own damn relationship! They can say whatever they damn please, dig us up however they choose, hell I'll even pass 'em the shovel! We ain't bad people, we ain't done nothing wrong to them. I ain't hiding you away for no one's benefit no more, Y/N."

As you approach him, his back is turned to you, his head down in shame for being so fired up. "Okay, baby, okay," you say as you put your arms around his waist and lay your head against his heaving back.

Vernon sits in the corner, a thunderous expression on his face as he considers the consequences of his son's decision, but even he can't bring himself to be upset with his son's choice. "I support you if that's what you want to do, son."

"Hm, so he does have the balls," Olivia comments, raising her brows in surprise.

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Elvis carrying you through the Graceland threshold later that day feels heavenly, the two of you full of joy and exhilaration after finally revealing your truth to the world. It had been overwhelming, with cameras flashing in all directions and microphones jerking at you every few seconds, but it had also been perfect; Elvis had said all the right things, speaking about you in a way that made you swoon, aching to be alone with him so you could kiss him, but he kissed you there anyway, unafraid of being true to himself and your relationship.

It truly felt like being on cloud nine, the only exception being that while you're on cloud nine, you know you have to descend at some point to return to earth.

The Colonel's face is enough to go by as he storms into the hallway of the home, followed closely by Gladys who is carrying a half empty bottle of wine in her shaking hands. He looks you both over, grimacing at your smiling faces, "What happened to the original plan, my boy? The one we spent hours on perfecting?"

"Listen, Colonel, I-"

"No! You deliberately went against me, boy," he interrupts, looking to Vernon who is trailing behind you and Elvis with obvious fear of what is to come. "And you, Vernon, you let him go out there and make a fool out of himself with her."

Elvis places you down, stepping forward, "Her? She's got a name, Colonel."

"Not for much longer, boy," The Colonel looks at you with a sneer. He wags a condemning finger at you. "No, that's no longer a girl with her own name, her own life. She's forever imprinted as your girlfriend, and do you know what that makes you? Unavailable. Do you have any clue how big of an impact this- she will have on our business from now? Forget about the merchandise and the sales; it'll all be gone. Your daddy will no longer have a job! This is what we fought so hard to avoid, boy, and you've destroyed it all!"

You feel terrible as you stand behind him, guilt devouring you from the inside out. His future could have been protected if you had simply been a bit more persistent and realistic with him. You can't help but feel like this is all your fault, despite the elation that accompanied the two of you finally being honest. Perhaps it was safer to keep good things hidden, no matter how much it hurt.

"Y'should've just waited, baby." Gladys says as she prepares to leave the room, her words garbled by the quantity of booze she has consumed while watching the news coverage of her son on TV. "You're getting too involved with the press recently, always dragging yourself into trouble. You shoulda waited for this all to blow over before decidin' to play happy damn families."

Elvis swallows, ignoring his intoxicated mother's ramblings, and looks up at the Colonel, "You were the one who told me to make a statement."

"Yes, I did," The Colonel scoffs, a little stiffly approaching the two of you, "but never did I say a love proposal."

Elvis' body stiffens as the Colonel passes by you, but he does not turn to look at him. "So, that's it? You're just leavin'? You're s'posed to be helping me, helping us, to salvage the business."

"My boy, I can't help you," The Colonel grumbles as he walks out the door. "You can't even help yourself," he remarks as he turns to glance back in your direction.

With that, he strolls off the porch of Graceland, and the house falls silent, Elvis hardening his posture in front of you. Vernon bounces on his feet as he shifts his gaze from the Colonel to his son, evidently agitated. "I..I'll go talk to him. We'll fix this, son, don't worry."

He pursues the Colonel, and you follow them both with your gaze, feeling entirely helpless and to blame. All you wanted was to be free of hiding from the world, and you know Elvis did too, but he may have changed his mind now. You clench your fists together at your sides, sweat building up from your anxiety. You look up at Elvis, who is turning to face you, and you're worried he's going to tell you what a huge mistake he's made and how much he regrets the whole thing.

"I'm so sorry, Elvis." Your words are rushed and emotional, tears welling up in your eyes as his blues meet yours. "I never wanted any o' this."

Elvis sighs, touching your face, and says, "I know, mama. It's not your fault, no need to apologise. C'mere."

He embraces you in his arms, his chin resting on top of your head, savouring your aroma. With one hand running down your back, he supports the back of your head with the other, humming gently to calm the two of you down. You immediately recognise the tune, 'That's All Right, Mama.'

"Ain't no one gonna tell me I can't show y'off." Elvis mumbles into your hair, his eyes closed in the comfort of the hug. "Colonel can be mad at me for as long as he wants, I don't care. All I care 'bout is you and my family, and singing the songs I love to the people I love. No one's gonna take that away from me."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you hug him hard, frightened he'll slip out of your grasp again. He plants a long, chaste kiss on your hairline, slightly smiling as your hair tickles his chin, before pulling away, leaving you feeling empty from the absence of contact.

"C'mon, let's get something to eat and then we can work everything out, 'right?" Elvis extends his hand, and you grab it eagerly, causing him to chuckle lightly. "Don't worry, doll, I ain't going nowhere."

*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hadn't expected the two of you consummating your relationship to be first on the list of figuring things out, but you're not complaining as you lay under him, both of your breaths erratic as you come down from your highs.

"My God, baby," he chuckles, planting wet, breathy kisses across your lips. "That was somethin' else."

"I know, I��I haven't…since…" you laugh breathlessly beneath him.

He glances at your expression, surprised, removing stray strands of damp hair from your eyes, "Really? You ain't been with no-one else?"

"No." You mutter, your cheeks flushed with humiliation. "Is that bad?"

"Course not, baby," Elvis says as he plants another kiss on your lips.

He gradually moves off the top of you, and you draw the blanket over your nude body. He glances back at you and smirks, "Nothin' I ain't seen already, darlin', no need to hide. I like looking at 'cha, anyway."

"It's not 'bout that," you scoff, leaning up against the pillow and dragging the blanket with you, wrapping it around you like a scarf over your entire body. "What if your mama were to walk in here? Or how about the Colonel?"

"Don't go puttin' that image in my head," he whines.

"Sorry," you giggle as he begins to make his way to the bathroom, his naked body on display. "Elvis?"

He comes to a complete stop as he takes his robe from the door, rotates, and offers you his full attention. "Yeah, baby?"

"Thank you for..for doin' what you did for me," you whisper, squirming awkwardly in the face of his gaze. As you continue, he leans against the door frame, lowering his head with a smile, "I know it may have caused some problems with you and your daddy and the Colonel but it meant the world to me that you were willing to do that. Made me feel real special, so, thank you."

Elvis puts on the robe and adjusts the belt around his waist before returning to the bed, "You're the most special girl in the world to me." As he slides towards you on the bed, his confession sends chills up your spine, "I'd do anythin' for ya, 'specially now I get to call ya mine again. Hell, I'd follow ya to the ends of the universe if ya asked me to. Just say the word, baby."

You press your lips against him, enabling him to push you back down onto the bed, where he can once again hover over you. You close your eyes, the emotion between you igniting a never-ending inferno of fierce passion. You interrupt the kiss to utter five little words that hold the weight of the world to you: "I love y'so much."

"I love you, baby," he says back, cradling your face with a wide smile.

You embrace him, nuzzling your face into his neck and squeezing him gently. He lays his head on your shoulder, and you marvel at the intimacy, which is so simple yet has been dearly missed.

When the door knocks, Elvis rushes to answer it, but not before adjusting his robe and drawing the blanket even tighter around you. "Daddy?" he says, half opening it and gazing out.

Vernon mumbles a few faint words that you can't understand.

"What, now?" Elvis answers, looking dissatisfied. "Yeah, I'll be down now, Daddy, jus' give me a minute," he says, returning his gaze to you and sighing.

You gradually sit up and wrap your arms around yourself, waiting for Elvis to shut the bedroom door.

"Daddy says Colonel's come back to talk," Elvis explains as he carefully approaches his chest of drawers, noticing your puzzled expression. He pulls out a pair of boxers and opens the next drawer to get some trousers, all the while talking. "He said he has some sort of plan for me. Better not be like that damn hound dog shit he pulled."

"I'm sorry, Elvis, I'm not followin'," you say after he mutters the final piece to himself.

"Don't worry 'bout it, baby." He mumbles as he dresses quickly before going to his closet for a shirt. "You just rest in here and I'll be back b'fore you know it, alright? Don't want ya to have to listen to the damn Colonel droning on 'bout shit he ain't got no idea 'bout."

"Okay," you carefully crawl to the edge of the bed, aware of your bare body as you take a seat, wrapping the blanket tightly over yourself. "You gonna be okay, honey?"

He returns his gaze to you as he finishes buttoning his colourful shirt and tucking it into his pants, "I'm gonna be more than okay, baby, got my girl back and that's all I ever wanted f'so long. I'mma take care of all this stuff with the Colonel, and we'll finally be able to restart our lives t'gether, clean slate. Hell, I'll even get you some daffodils. What'd you tell me they meant, 'gain? New beginnings?"

"Mm, that's right," you say to the man you love, your eyes welling up with tears.

"New beginnings with my girl." Elvis comes over, cupping your face once again and kissing you on the lips. "I'm gon' make this work for us, baby, I promise. Tell me ya trust me, doll."

"I do, I do trust you. More than anythin' else in this world, Elvis."

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The whole "second option" argument is so bs because it doesn't make any sense with the ships we are presented with (especially in a Sjm book, but let's just assume it doesn't exist in the Sjm universe)

Second option trope = B choses C only because A rejected/ broke up with B or A is simply not interested. B isn't in love with C like B is with A but C is the only available option now.

Could you see Rowan being left to the side if Sam came back to life? Sjm herself confirmed that if Sam came back, Aelin would leave Chaol for him but she wouldn't do that to Rowan because she loves HIM.

It really applies to El/riel more than Gwynriel. Azriel still looks at Mor with longing while being supposly in "love" with Elain. Imagine that scenario with Feyre, Rhys and Cressida? Or Nesta, Cassian and Emerie? We'd all be pissed if they looked at others that aren't Nesta or Feyre they way that Azriel looks at Mor. If they're right and Azriel had been in "love" with Elain since Acomaf, after more than 500 years of feelings for Mor and being rejected by her all the time then to say that Elain isn't a second option is just denial and a delusion. Even I could see that at least Chaoleana actually had something and they did seem like they were in love, especially when she had told him she choses him and that he's her home. Based on their povs alone you could notice that they genuinly seemed in love. Meanwhile you need to have another character's pov to confirm that El/riel have something (Feyre), but even then it's small. I won't deny that El/riel have something, but that something certainly isn't love. Since the day they met it has been only shy glances and finger brushes with some dialog and just some meaningful scenes. The rest is just Feyre trying to convience the readers that they'd be good together, but Azriel's own pov confirms that whatever he has with Elain, it isn't that serious like El/riels make it up to be.

My all time favorite Elriel quote:

"He hadn't gotten that far with his planning. Certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to" 🗣🗣

Feyre spent more time with Rhys UTM than she did with Tamlin yet she still went back to Tamlin

After Amarantha was defeated, she slipped out of the bed she was sharing with Tamlin and had a pretty decent conversation with Rhys, realizing he wasn't really the bad guy but she still went back to Tamlin.

Rhys saved Feyre from her wedding and helped teach her how to read and write yet she still went back to Tamlin.

Rhys ensured Feyre ate during their time together yet she still went back to Tamlin.

At the end of ACOMAF, Feyre admits she wanted Rhys even UTM but she still went back to Tamlin.

The thing with these Archeron's is they make pretty shitty choices.

Feyre could have chosen to not walk down that aisle on her wedding day knowing that she was having second thoughts but she did it anyway.

Nesta could have chosen not to sleep with other males knowing she wanted Cassian from the moment she saw him but she did it anyway.

Why is Elain the only one who is different than? Why is Elain the only one who is making the best choices for herself before we even get to her book? Isn't it more likely that Elain, just like her sisters, is making shitty choices in ACOSF? Is it not possible that fear of the unknown and fear of a magical bond is preventing her from seeing what the RIGHT choice is?

I honestly could not care less about "choice" for any of these characters before or at the start of their book because soooooo many single FMC start off a novel making the wrong choices and it's only with their growth and development that they make the right ones.

Elain's choice was Graysen and we all saw that would have been a poor choice had he wanted her back.

Elain's next "choice" was Az and again, over half the fandom sees that is not the right choice for her.

I do not think we will see Elain making the RIGHT choice until we actually get an Elain POV and it doesn't matter how many choices came before that, the only one that matters is the one at the end of her book.

#elucien #anti e/riel

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When Will is asked to stay at the Wheeler's for the night to actually get some proper rest after excruciating hours in the van, he doesn't question it.

He doesn't question how this suggestion is by none other than Nancy – the caring yet equally terrifying girl whose shooting skills have always fascinated him – and that his brother, sister, even his mom are totally okay with this. He should be asking if it was actually fine. He would be, only if he wasn't as exhausted as he is.

After a painfully coverted confession to Jonathan, a closure with El about her breakup (that apparantly happened two days ago while they were making their way back to Hawkins), and a well-laid talk with his mom and Hopper about their supposed business trip, his ability to make planned decisions with proper outcomes has been hindered greatly. All he wants is one night with no alternate dimension activities. Just one night where he can actually sleep.

And so as the clock strikes past eleven and he lays his heavy, hurting back against the cold floor of Mike's bedroom (again, he should've questioned why Will is sleeping here instead of the basement with plenty of space), all he hears are the sweet sounds of peace – the angels of heaven singing their melodious song of ah, you can rest, just for tonight, you can rest.

"...Will?"

And there is another melody, but it isn't the same as the one in his head.

It's not coming from outside, or slipping past his wavering dream of comfort and solace, no- it's from up somewhere and it's quite close and warm, like a cup of tea you enjoy beside the midnight rain. It's up there somewhere, and it lingers and pinches so gently at his heart, hits the nail beautifully and silently to push the stubborn dreams away and make sleep asleep.

And then the voice hushes closer, as the bedsheets rustle and the sides creak silently. "Will, are you awake?"

It's Mike. Of course.

Who else could it be? Will is in Mike's bedroom, sleeping near his bed, so of course it would be Mike here. The exertion has definitely pushed Will off his limits of being a normal, logical person who knows how to use his head.

I'm in Mike's room, he thinks, and then the fleeting moment is rushing away, the moment where he wasn't questioning anything as long as he got to sleep.

Now, Will is aware. He is awake.

I'm in Mike's room, he thinks again, and oh if that doesn't make his insides burst with an energy he is all so familiar with – a warm passion of want and need, a familiar comfort, and yet an uneasy feeling he could never place. He is with Mike and they're alone and the world is ending and El has broken up with Mike and- God, all Will wants is some fucking sleep right now.

"Will, are-" Mike starts again, and Will can't help but notice that he has taken his name three times by now. "Are you okay down there? I- I mean, is it too cold?"

There is more silence. Will doesn't know what to do with it.

"I- I mean, I know you hate the cold, and I'm not a big fan of it either so I know how you feel and, I just-" he stops, breathing deeply enough for Will to hear loud and clear. "I- If you want, this bed is big enough for the both of us."

Now he's all giddy, shaking quietly under the sleeping bag because what? What did Mike just say? That they–?

"I just- I feel like- I mean, I don't know," Mike continues on, somehow knowing by Will's constant movement against the uncomfortable floor that he was awake and listening. "It's easier with you here."

It's easier with you here.

"...What?"

Now Will is talking, or rather, he has muttered that single word out of pure impulse, unable to fully grasp the sentences leaving Mike's mouth.

Mike makes no snarky comment, such as knowing all full well of Will being awake the entire time and calling him out on it. Instead, he giggles quietly, as if recalling the meaning behind his words as a secret to his life, a secret he could hardly keep a lock on.

"Y-Yeah," his smile could be heard in his voice, even from up there, "it's always different with you."

"I- thank you?" Will says, because what else can he really say. "Uh, well, for the record, I- feel the same," he holds the words too dearly, then barely covers them up with a casual, "I guess."

"I see..." Mike is quieter, his voice slightly faded as if grasping on a mental train reaching it's destination. Very soon, he is sitting up, looking down at Will, down to the every bone as if all his secrets were never secrets at all and Mike knew, he just knew all along.

"So you... want to join me? Here, on the bed?" His elbows hold his pose as he bows and seeks the answer just from Will's expression alone.

It's not long before Will's brain is on autopilot again, wondering about the soft cushions, the feel of the quilt over his skin, and a warm, warm bed where he can sleep so peacefully he won't know when it's morning already.

But when he gets up after whispering a "yeah, okay" and sliding into the bed right next to Mike who is now lying down facing the ceiling, it hits him.

Holy shit, I'm sleeping next to Mike.

He's too far gone down the deep ends of sleep pulling at his edges to know about it sooner, and he curses himself for it. How can he be so greedy to get some rest that he forgot who he is going to be resting with?

Now he's panicking, he's shaking and quivering silently, and oh if Mike could know whether he was awake or not while he was sleeping on the floor, he surely knew what Will was feeling now.

"You're definitely cold." Mike is now tilting on the side, getting closer and closer to Will and it's not helping, it's not helping at all. "I should've gotten you up here sooner, I'm such an idiot. Why did Nancy have to give you a sleeping bag in the first place?"

Will stammers to get a response out. "Uh, well, it was her idea to get me to sleep at your house in the first place, and besides I was fine down there–"

"It- It wasn't Nancy idea."

"Huh?"

"...It was mine."

Now Will's panic has resided, a warm emotion pushing at his sides as he tilts his head to Mike's side, catching a glimpse of those jet black wonders of eyes, his curly locks, his stary freckles, his soft lips-

"Yeah, it was, I told her to tell the others," Mike is saying, and Will watches closely as his mouth forms gentle, doting words in a voice reserved for Will. Just Will. "I... wanted to be with you."

Will's voice is quiet in return. "We were together the entire day."

"I... wanted to be with you longer."

Before Will could form any more words out of his mind's dictionary, Mike is moving closer, and as Will follows his eyes – his black sky full of magic – and sees it blink. He sees it moving to every part of Will's face, every inch, and every spot he holds makes him burn with that old feeling again. Will realises he might have had this feeling since forever. Since those swings, that first day of kindergarten, that boy who asked to be his friend.

"Will..." Mike says, his black sky falling on the petals of Will's mouth, its skin nervously bit, "I'm so confused."

Now Will is curious, his hand falling in the space between them, inches apart from Mike's. "About what?"

"About me."

"Why are you confused?"

Mike's eyes have grown somber, tears lurking within. "I... thought I knew who I was, what I was. But now, it doesn't make sense. I don't make sense." Now he is reaching in, his pinky finger gently wrapping itself against Will's in their shares space, sending a shiver down. "I want to know why I do the things I do and if they are actually what I want."

Things that Mike wants, Will thinks, because honestly, what could they be? These past few years Will hasn't been able to distinguish between a stranger and Mike, and it had scared him to death – to know you're in love with someone you barely know anymore.

"What..." Will begins, his thumb drawing circles at the back of Mike's hand. "What do you want, Mike?"

It's nearly midnight, and they're both tired. But right now as Will has asked the question of a lifetime, he can't help but notice a million emotions on Mike's face at once. A face that knows, and doesn't know.

"You."

It stops. The moment stops for what feels like an eternity but could've barely been a few seconds. Will's eyes are wide, in shock and confusion and yet completely hopeful and genuine, as if all his reality is a dream and his dreams never come true.

Except now, Mike is interlocking their fingers together, holding their palms to his chest as he breaths deeply. He gazes into Will's eyes like they hold wonders, and gently looks down at their hands again.

He moves their hands from his chest to his mouth, and before Will knows it, Mike's breath is hovering over the back of his hand.

Amidst Will's obvious heart beating out of his chest, his stomach turning before sending a tickling sensation throughout his senses, down to his very knees; Mike is looking, his eyes asking for permission way before his mouth could.

"Is this... okay?"

Will takes a few seconds to breathe, to calm down for a millisecond and be able to formulate a response, an answer, anything at all.

And so he does.

"M-Mike, this–"

"It's you. It's- It's always been you." Mike says, moving in closer so that their noses are a breath away. "I've been so confused, so stupid- you've been driving me crazy and I didn't know why."

Will gulps, the sound echoing between them. "Do you... know why now?"

"...Do you?"

Mike is asking Will if he knows what this is, knows what they are and why they feel what they feel. And Will's answer is simple. It's always been simple when it comes to Mike. So natural that it's as easy as breathing, so simple, and yet something you can live without.

"I... I guess I've known since forever."

"You weren't confused?"

"Not with you."

Mike's eyes widen with joy and surprise, and soon, he is smiling and beaming with an excitement Will didn't know he still had within him. It's not long before he settles down again, his eyes wandering over Will's, searching for the treasure on the surface, close enough for him to grasp and call his.

"So this... us..." Mike says, his voice quiet and soft, "can we–?"

"Yes." Will is saying before he can stop himself.

Mike's mouth is still near Will's hand, their interlocked fingers and resting palms, when Mike takes the yes as a commitment, deciding to seal it forever with a kiss to Will's hand. His eyes shut as he tilts his head slightly downwards, igniting every spark in Will's body.

When he is done, he looks up, releasing their fingers as he decides to put his in Will's hair, right near the back of his head and pull him closer, noses brushing, eyebrows touching, breaths stacked on top of another.

"It's you." Mike says again, whispers so quietly so that no one else can hear it. No one but Will. "I should've known. All this time, I should've–"

"Mike." Will whispers, his hands finding themselves drawing peaceful, calming circles in Mike's back and shoulder. He doesn't say anything else, just stares, and Mike stares back.

Soon they both are pulling in, shutting their eyes and slotting their lips together.

Will holds his ground, keeping up with Mike's eagerness to taste and possibly devour Will's tongue, running deep down and earning a gasp from him. Their hands are restless, and their legs tangled in each other's, and upon releasing the lock to catch some breath, Mike is hardly moving away, still lingering and roaming his tongue over Will's mouth, even biting onto the lower lip and immediately shushing the short-lived pain with a gentle roll of his tongue again.

Will is a little into the stubborn sweet form of his affection, and so when they take a two-second break again, he is taking full advantage of the opportunity to shower Mike with kisses all over. His rosy cheeks, his stary freckles, his nose, his neck and finally, his lips again. He is soft with his moves, purely deeply madly in love in the entire concept of Mike. In everything about Mike.

Mike smiles against the kisses, holding Will closer and immediately planting another long kiss on his lips, this time while subtly smiling through it, as if he has achieved everything he has ever wanted in his life.

But soon their eyelids are getting heavier, and it's then they remember: It's midnight. They just came back from a long drive across the country. They're both tired.

Mike digs his face in Will's chest, his voice grown silent as sleep pushes at his edges. His arm wraps around Will's middle as his eyes shut to sleep, before he murmurs one last sentence of the night:

"I want to be with you longer. Forever."

Will blushes, smiling as he pulls Mike close to his chest, their breaths synching and hearts pounding at the same, fast pace, gently falling into a slower, quieter rhythm.

"Forever," Will says, as he closes his eyes under the moonlight.

#will stays in mikes room #byler #byler fic #byler ficlet #yep its the basic concept i know its been done before but here you go #anyways yeah this was fun #i could've done more idk but i think this is okay

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