#make a party in the house while I'm out and stuff y'all
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Guys...i don't think this is the worst thing i have drawn yet
#invader zim#deltarune#hollow knight#portal#portal 2#glados#iz zim#noelle holiday#troupe master grimm#utdr#fanart#my art#Uhhhh top 4 favorite characters in the weezer album cover#because i wasn't feeling very normal the other day when I drew this#anyways I'm gonna go missing for a couple of days because the other stuff i want to draw will take me some time#so don't like#make a party in the house while I'm out and stuff y'all
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Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert
Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is best friends with Johnnie and is avoiding telling him her feelings, but it's Tara's 1mil celebration party and she seems to be having some newfound confidence.
WC: 2.3k
Warnings: Swearing, kissing, slightly suggestive, drinking, use of y/n (i tried to avoid i’m sorry)
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first time writing for Johnnie and tbh I'm really proud of it! It took me a few days to finish and I really hope you guys like it. As always requests are open if you wanna see more of this type of stuff. Love y'all sm!! ♡⋆˙
You were at your house getting ready for your roommate Tara's party. She was throwing a party to celebrate reaching 1 million on her Youtube channel, and almost everyone you knew was attending.
Reaching 1 million was an amazing milestone for her and you were so incredibly proud. You were also a content creator with a solid following, but nothing close to what she had accomplished.
You were finished with your hair and makeup and now just had to decide what to wear. You were torn between a silky black slip, or a sparkly gold mini dress.
"Tara come in here I can't decide what to wear!" You shouted down the hall.
Tara comes rushing out of her room, always prepared to give the best fashion advice. She was already dressed but her makeup was noticeably incomplete, only sporting her signature winged eyeliner on one eye.
"Okay, show me the options." Tara exclaimed, clearly filled with excitement.
You went into your closet and emerged holding the two dresses.
"I feel like the black fits better, but it's kinda basic."
Tara looks between the two and smirks.
"Well which one do you think Johnnie would like better?"
Your jaw fell open, clearly embarrassed by her words.
Johnnie was one of your best friends, and Tara's too. You two spent an awful lot of time together, especially recently since you had begun filming together much more frequently. You will admit, you two had chemistry, and your friends and fans alike picked up on it.
You couldn't deny the not so little crush you had on him, but no way you were ever gonna admit that. It took you forever to admit it to even Tara, you would be mortified if Johnnie ever found out. Although that didn't stop Tara from pressuring you almost every day to confess. It was according to her "obvious he felt the same", but you refused to take the risk and find out.
"What! I'm just being real." Tara said, eyeing your nervous expression.
You shook your head, giving her an annoyed glance.
"I say gold. We can be like opposites cause I'm wearing silver." Tara pointed to her dress.
You smiled, throwing the black dress to the side.
"See I can always count on you to make my decisions for me."
Tara laughed and sped out of the room to finish her makeup.
You proceeded to finish getting dressed, and while you did you thought about what Tara had said.
Maybe it was time for you to finally stop avoiding things and fess up, at least you would know the truth. The only drawback was losing your best friend. If Johnnie didn't feel the same then that would surely make your friendship awkward.
Curiosity was beginning to get the better of you, and maybe tonight would be the night you would find out the truth.
You could've said speak of the devil, because right at that moment Tara popped her head into your room to tell you that Jake and Johnnie had arrived.
"I hope you're ready, Jake said they brought a ton of stuff and need help carrying it all inside." Tara said with a sigh.
Her makeup was now complete, eyeliner perfectly symmetrical on both sides and glitter eye shadow completing the look.
"Yeah hold up I'm coming." You replied, jumping up from your seat and sliding your feet into your black platforms.
As you headed out the door and towards the car, you couldn't help but contain your excitement to see Johnnie. This recent rush of confidence has made you more eager and energetic than normal.
When you reached the car the first thing you saw was Jake piling boxes into his arms, and Johnnie very loudly complaining about how much shit he brought.
"What the hell...how much did you guys bring?" Tara asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Uhhhh, lots of food, and lots of alcohol," Jake began.
"Let's just say I'm gonna get fucked up tonight."
Tara rolled her eyes, and reached into the trunk to grab more boxes.
You rounded the corner and crept up behind Johnnie.
"Boo!" You said, causing him to jump and drop the box he was currently holding.
"Y/N!" Johnnie exclaimed the moment he saw you, completely forgetting about the box he had dropped.
"Johnnie, that could've been breakable." Jake huffed half jokingly.
Johnnie replied by flipping him off as he ran in to give you a hug. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he hadn't seen you in forever, when in reality it had only been about two days.
You breathed in the musky scent of his cologne as the hug lasted a bit longer than it should.
You broke apart and took a long look at your best friend. He was wearing a low cut black dress shirt that showed off several tattoos on his chest. He matched it with black jeans, a silver belt, and several chains hanging from his waist.
“You look pretty” Johnnie gave you a sheepish smile.
"Aww thank you!" Him complimenting you like this wasn't unusual for your friendship, but that didn't stop your heart from skipping every time.
Jake walked behind Johnnie slapping him on the back of the head as he did.
"What the fuck Jake." Johnnie snapped, rubbing the back of his head.
"You know what." Jake responded without hesitation, giving Johnnie a telling look.
You wondered what Jake could possibly mean by that, maybe there was something Johnnie wasn't telling you. Although it wasn't unlike the two of them to share an inside joke that was impossible for you to understand.
"Let's get back to work." You laughed pointing at the trunk.
Johnnie nodded, pushed his bangs out his eyes, and brushed your shoulder lightly while reaching into the trunk.
You, Johnnie, Jake, and Tara spent the next hour or two setting up for the party, the sun slowly disappearing as you came closer to being complete.
Just as the night arrived, so did many of your guests. People began pouring in in small, or large, groups. Tara waited at the door, greeting everyone upon arrival like the amazing host she was.
Unfortunately, without Tara, you could be pretty awkward at parties. You and Johnnie had that in common, which is why you found yourself hanging out in the corner with him.
Obviously you didn't mind, you loved hanging out with him after all. The two of you spent the early hours of the night attached at the hip, ignoring the busy sections of the party, and sipping on your drinks while making small talk with your friends.
You were on the way to refill your cup with water, fearing that you had had one too many when a clearly tipsy Tara grabbed your arm.
"Y/N! I've been looking for you all over! I need to get a clip of you to add in my video before I forget."
You happily obliged, excited that you were finally got to spend some time with your best friend.
She led you into the living room, a camera following the two of you.
"Come on, dance with me!" Tara said excitedly, throwing her hands up in the air.
You giggled, and joined her moving to the beat of the music. Tara only needed a few shots of the two of you for her video but she spent much longer dancing with you.
You hadn't realized how much time had passed until, a few more drinks and many songs later, your feet began to ache.
"Hey Tara, keep on having fun, I'm gonna go find Johnnie and then relax for a bit." Tara gave you a hug, just in case she didn't see you again that night, and then ran off to join a few of her friends.
It took you a few minutes of aimlessly searching to find Johnnie. When you did find him, you saw he was talking to Sam and Colby while sitting on your couch that had been pushed to the back of the living room.
You plopped down next to Johnnie, carelessly resting your pounding head on his shoulder.
"Hey look at who's back." Johnnie announced, looking over at you.
You smiled, nuzzling your nose into his neck. It must be all the alcohol mixed with the excitement giving you this newfound confidence.
You sat there for a moment, letting Johnnie finish his conversation.
While you waited you thought over the same situation from earlier, and suddenly the drawbacks to confessing your feelings didn't seem so bad.
Whether Johnnie felt the same or not he would always love you regardless, whether that love be platonic or romantic.
Sam and Colby walked off, marking the end of the conversation. Johnnie turned to you, and you picked your head up from its position on his shoulder.
"I think it would be best if we both got out of here." Johnnie got up, reaching his hands out to help you up.
You took his hands and allowed him to lead the both of you away from the chaos.
You followed Johnnie down the hall until he entered your room and shut the door behind the two of you.
You took a deep breath, it was nice to be in a calm space and away from the loud party. Although you could still hear the base pumping it was easier to ignore.
"This is much better." Johnnie collapsed onto your bed.
"Hmm, my room is a real creative way to get some alone time with me." You smirked sarcastically.
Johnnie's mouth fell open, his face turning red.
"Okay dirty minded." He retorted, fidgeting with his hands.
"As if you aren't" You snapped back playfully, plopping onto your bed.
Johnnie shoved you playfully, causing you to fall back into your pillows.
The pair of you exploded into a fit of laughter. The concerning amount of mixed drinks you had both had made the ordeal much more hilarious than it really was.
After several moments a silence fell over the two of you. You were laid back on your bed, Johnnie's body only inches from yours.
You may have been slightly drunk, but you were sober enough to remember your feelings.
You turned to face Johnnie, finding yourself face to face with his icy blue eyes.
Johnnie smiled at you, that signature, warm smile of his that you loved. The sincere, loving smile that he seemed to only ever use with you.
Johnnie reached out and brushed your messy hair out of your face.
"There, now I can see all of your pretty face."
Your heart stopped, suddenly all your nerves had returned. You were scared, scared of losing this, and of losing him.
You weren't going to let this stop you though. You had spent too long avoiding this, and today you would finally confess.
"Hey Johnnie,"
"Mhm"
"I have something important to you about." Your voice was shaky, and you were convinced he noticed.
You could see his eyes fill with concern, maybe you should have used less ominous wording.
"I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time, and PROMISE ME you won't make fun of me."
"Are you serious? After how long we've known each other what could I possibly make fun of you for?"
You turned away shyly, he did have a point.
"Okay, well this is different."
"Well then I have to know, spill it." Johnnie said as he nudged your shoulder.
You blushed, avoiding eye contact in order to hide how flustered you were.
"I love you Johnnie, not like a best friend, like in love." You spat out, still refusing to make eye contact. God you sounded like a stupid high school kid.
"Hey..." Johnnie whispered.
He cupped your cheek and forced you to look him in the eye. Goosebumps formed on your skin where his skin met yours.
"I'm in love with you too, and I have been for a long time.
Your heart felt like it was going to stop, especially since he was now so close his nose was brushing against yours.
You closed your eyes before taking the leap and closing the gap between the two of you. His lips were softer than you expected, and you hoped he didn't notice how dry yours were.
Johnnie pulled you closer to him, and you re-situated yourself on top of him.
You leaned down to kiss him again, but he stopped you abruptly.
"Shit!"
You looked at him concerned, wondering if you had done something wrong.
"I owe Jake money now!"
You began to laugh as your face landed in your hands.
"You two had a bet...about me?"
Johnnie giggled nervously, still underneath you.
"I'll explain later." He said, his eyes staring intently at your lips.
He pulled you down into another kiss, this one much more passionate than the last. You felt his hands run down your sides, grabbing longingly at your hips. You pushed your tongue into the roof of his mouth, causing him to grip your hair.
You let out a soft moan, which was followed by Johnnie flipping you over so that he could be on top.
Your lips not breaking apart once during the swift motion.
You continued to kiss him, your hands tugging at his shirt in an attempt to bring him even closer.
He began kissing your neck softly, as he reached behind you to fiddle with the zipper on your dress.
Just as things were heating up you heard the door swing open followed by an extremely loud voice.
"You better pay the fuck up bitch!!" Jake shouted cause the both of you to nearly jump out of your skin.
The two of you scrambled to sit up, adjusting your clothes as you did.
"What the fuck Jake!" You shouted, re-zipping your dress.
"Oh don't you start with me missy,"
"Tara come here I was right, look at them!"
You groaned, letting your head fall into Johnnie's chest.
"There, there." Johnnie patted your head sarcastically.
"Well, I hope you're okay with the whole world knowing." You say grumpily.
"Are you kidding, the whole world better know that I'm in love with you!"
You smiled, and kissed Johnnie on the cheek. If only you had done this sooner.
#johnnie guilbert#johnnie guilbert x reader#johnnie guilbert fluff#johnnie guilbert fic#jake and johnnie#jake webber#johnnie guilbert x you#tara yummy#johnnie guilbert fanfic#emo#johnnie guilbert imagine
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Never Your Fault
Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader
Word count - 6,254
Warnings - MAJOR DEAD RECKONING SPOILERS, death, injuries, blood, knives, violence, guilt, grief, nightmares
Summary - after witnessing a traumatic loss, you begin to blame yourself. can your dad help you out or is he too wrapped up in his own grief?
A/N - the first official part of the lil' Hunt series y'all! I'm so excited for y'all to read this I've been working so hard on it! it was really fun exploring these new dynamics and I genuinely enjoyed writing this so much (even if it was super painful at times). anyways I won't ramble anymore, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
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Most people go to places like Italy on their holidays or maybe even visiting loved ones, but you and your dad? You travelled to Rome in search of a woman who had half of a key that was crucial in the shutting down of an ever-powerful AI named The Entity.
Your dad had been tracking Grace since she made off with half the key in the Abu Dhabi airport and had managed to track her down in Rome before she escaped his grasp once more. He, Ilsa, Benji, and Luther managed to track where Grace’s next move might be and it was in Venice, at the party held by someone Ethan and the IMF had dealt with before, Alanna Mitsopolis, better known as the White Widow. They figured if Grace was heading to Venice, then the person who hired Grace must be at that party or in the area.
Ethan decided that he and Ilsa would go to the party to see if they could track Grace or her buyer down while you, Benji, and Luther remained in the safe house and ran surveillance while the two were at the party.
“y/n, be good for Benji and Luther.” Ethan says as he tugs on his blazer, folding the collar down and checking he looked alright in the mirror before Ilsa walked in.
“Seriously? I’m not a kid you know.” You scoff jokingly as Ethan looks over at you with a grin.
“Well gotta put the warning down just in case. And if you want to leave the safe house, make sure Benji and Luther know where you are and-”
“Stick to lit areas and always stay alert. I know dad.” You finish his sentence for him, smiling up at him as he lets out a soft, breathy laugh.
“You’re too much like me, you know?” Ethan says softly, reaching out to tug you into his arms for a quick hug before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I love you, dad.” You say quietly, squeezing him a little before pulling away.
“I love you too, y/n/n.” Ethan replies before he releases you and he and Isla gather the last of their stuff and bid a last goodbye to the three of you remaining in the safe house before leaving.
“You’ve taught her well, Ethan. She’ll be just fine.” Ilsa says with a gentle smile upon seeing the hidden worry in Ethan’s eyes. She knew how much he worried about you and your well-being, but she also knew that he was protecting you as best he could. The two make their way out onto the streets of Venice and head in the direction of the party to begin their investigation.
Not long after you heard that Ilsa and Ethan had arrived at the party, you stretched your arms above your head and stood up from your chair once you relaxed.
“Guys, I’m going out for a walk. I haven’t gotten a chance to explore yet.” You say as you grab your jacket and throw it on before grabbing your phone.
“Location on?” Luther asks, glancing at the phone in your hand as you nod.
“You know it.” You reply as both Benji and Luther see your phone location appear on their screens.
“Yep, there you are. Be safe out there y/n.” Benji says, looking at you worriedly as you smile softly at him.
“Always am.” You say reassuringly, bidding Benji and Luther goodbye before exiting the safe house and beginning to wander the streets of Venice. You didn’t have a set location in mind and since it was relatively quiet out on the streets you decided to let your legs take you wherever they wanted to go. You’d never been to Venice before so you took in every sight you came across, knowing that you may not come back to this beautiful city again after this mission. You find yourself at one point sitting on a bench near one of the canals and admiring the stars in the sky, you always found the night sky so calming.
Meanwhile, at Alanna’s party, Ethan and Ilsa had tracked down Grace and discovered that Alanna was the one who hired her to steal the half of the key that Ethan had attempted to acquire in Abu Dhabi. They found out that Alanna was planning to sell it on to someone else and despite Ethan’s best efforts, he couldn’t convince her to not sell it. Gabriel stood before the four sat on the plush sofa and revealed that The Entity had been listening in and had infiltrated the party thanks to Gabriel and his men.
“Ethan Hunt. The Entity knows all about you. And your precious little daughter. y/n, is it? Yes, that’s the one.” Gabriel starts, noticing Ethan’s body tense up at the mention of your name and a twisted grin covered his face. He was getting the reaction he wanted and now he was going to have Ethan play right into The Entity’s plan. Ethan’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and he could barely focus on anything around him other than Gabriel and his sneer.
“The Entity has also decided that you have to pick someone to die. Ilsa, or y/n. You cannot save both Ethan.” Gabriel says, his grin widening as Ethan shoots to his feet, immediately held back by Gabriel’s men from attacking him.
“If you hurt either one of them, I swear, no one, not even your god will stop me from killing you.” Ethan growls angrily, fighting against the two men, desperate to launch at Gabriel who stands there and laughs at Ethan’s threats. Gabriel slinks off with a couple of men in tow after Alanna leaves and Ethan and Ilsa take the opportunity to attack the men to keep Ilsa safe and buy time for them to find out where you were so they could keep you safe too.
“Grace take this comm, Luther will guide you to someplace safe, I promise. Now go!” Ethan says, shoving a small communication device into Grace’s hand and encouraging her to get out while she still can.
“Benji, where is y/n? Is she with you?” Ethan says as he dodges a punch and quickly delivers a blow in retaliation.
“No, she left a while ago, said she wanted to go on a walk.” Benji says, his eyes fixed on his laptop as he hurriedly scans the map for your whereabouts.
“Connect me to her comm now!” Ethan says to Benji, landing a punch on an enemy, sending them stumbling back.
“She didn’t take one Ethan, but she does have her location on.” Benji says, hurriedly pulling up the map and searching for the dot that signals where you are.
“Give me directions to where she is right now.” Ethan says as Ilsa subdues the final man and they exchange a brief look before both running out of the building, dodging the men pursuing them from outside the building.
“Yes, directions… wait… what’s going…? Ethan, I’ve lost her she’s not on the map anymore.” Benji’s panicked voice comes through the comms and Ethan feels his blood run cold.
“Benji, where is she? Where is y/n?” Ethan’s voice was clearly panicked, and everyone could tell how worried he was about you. Benji was frantically typing away on his laptop trying to figure out why your signal had disappeared.
“Let’s split up and search while Benji tries to find her. We’ll cover more ground that way.” Ilsa says as the two duck into an alley to avoid being spotted.
“Are you sure?” Ethan asks. He knew Ilsa also had a bright red target on her back because of her closeness to him and he wasn’t willing to lose you or her to Gabriel or The Entity.
“I’ll be fine Ethan. Whoever finds her has to let the other know and we’ll rendezvous back at the safe house. Nothing more dangerous than the stuff we’ve already done.” Ilsa says softly, taking Ethan’s hand and squeezing it softly. The two silently agree on which direction they’re going to head in before leaving the safety of the alley and running off.
“Ethan, I’ve got her back on the map I’ll lead you to her now.” Benji’s voice comes over Ethan’s comm and he perks up, completely unaware that back in the safe house, Benji had not said a word and was instead staring at his laptop in confusion at the voice that eerily mimicked his own.
You were oblivious to everything that was going on as you walked around Venice. You stopped halfway across a bridge and just admired the quiet canal and the sky above before the sound of footsteps reached your ears. You barely glanced their way at first, expecting it to be a passerby who would do no more than maybe offer you a curt nod before continuing on their way but when you noticed out the corner of your eye that they were standing there staring at you, you turned to face them. Your breath hitched in your throat and your heartbeat picked up when you got a proper look at the man standing before you. He stood in front of you, a maniacal grin on his face as he stared down at you. Every instinct was screaming at you to run, to move, to do anything but your body wouldn’t co-operate. It was like you were frozen in place and nothing you did could make you move.
“y/n Hunt. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” The man says, approaching you slowly and your brain finally kicks in enough to make you pull your small switchblade out of your pocket and flick the blade out. Your dad and Ilsa had taught you how to defend yourself should the occasion arise, but you had always hoped and prayed you would never have to.
“Who are you?” You ask, fighting to keep your voice from shaking as you tighten your grip on the handle of your weapon.
“Just an old friend of your father’s.” The man says simply, moving ever closer as you lift your hand that held the blade and ready yourself, your brain repeating everything your dad and Ilsa had taught you as the man launched at you. You managed to dodge his attack and came just shy of your blade meeting his skin. The fight consisted of a lot of back and forth between dodging attacks and trying to land them. You managed to slash the man a couple of times with your small blade before the weapon was knocked from your hand and you looked up at the man in terror before he punches you across the face and sends you to the ground, hitting your head on one of the stone steps of the bridge which makes your world grow dark in an instant.
Ilsa came across you first, instantly recognising Gabriel who reached down and tugged you up by your hair as he lifted his blade to your throat. You were unconscious and unable to fight back and Ilsa couldn’t just stand by and watch.
“In all the years I’ve known Ethan I’ve learnt he cares for everyone. But his daughter will always be his top priority.” Luther’s words echoed in Ilsa’s head as she noticed the switchblade gleaming in the moonlight and she wasted no time in scooping it up.
“Pick on someone your own size.”
When you come to, the first thing that registers is the sound of an engine and the splashing of water against the walls of the canal. Your head was throbbing as you carefully sit up, blinking your eyes to adjust to your surroundings. You glanced to the side as you caught sight of a blurry figure to your right and squinted your eyes to focus them and are surprised to see the man who attacked you was now missing and your dad had taken his place, kneeling over a figure as you force yourself to your feet.
“Dad, what’s going-” You immediately cut yourself off as you approach your dad, recognising the figure he was kneeling by. Tears instantly sprang to your eyes as you stared down at Ilsa. Her eyes were open but there was no sign of life within them. Your hand covered your mouth as you blinked back the tears. You were confused, and you were worried, but above everything, you were scared. You didn’t know who attacked you and whether they were behind Ilsa’s death or even who that man was working for and what his end goal was.
“y/n, Ethan, get in!” You hear the hushed, hurried voice of Benji which breaks you from your thoughts and you see him positioning the boat near the path so you could get in the boat. You shakily make your way towards the boat, taking Benji’s outstretched hand as he eases you down into the boat.
“Careful y/n, are you okay?” Benji asks worriedly, grabbing a cloth from the first aid kit and holding it against your temple, encouraging you to hold it firmly in place as you sit down on one of the seats. In your haze, you hadn’t noticed the blood that had run down your face from when your head hit on the step.
“I’m okay.” You say shakily, looking up at Benji with tear filled eyes.
“Luther will check you over once we’re back at the safe house, just to be on the safe side.” Benji says softly with a small smile before moving to help Ethan into the boat, Ethan refused to leave Ilsa’s body behind and so Benji helped Ethan load her body onto the boat and travel down the canal until he found a place to bury her. Somewhere quiet that he would be able to visit. When he found the perfect spot, he insisted he didn’t need any help and disappeared on his own to bury the woman he loved. When he returned, his face was set and he barely spoke to you or Benji, just silently confirming he wanted to go back to the safe house and Benji complied.
When you arrived back at the safe house, Ethan excused himself to go to the roof while Luther crossed to you, placing his hands on each of your shoulders which makes you look up at him.
“Benji, keep an eye on Grace, and check in with Ethan when he comes back down. y/n lets go to your room and I’ll check that head injury of yours.” Luther says, at first to Benji who moves to sit near Grace at the table while Luther grabs the first aid kit and carefully guides you to the small room you would use to sleep in. Luther doesn’t switch the main light on, instead flicking on a small lamp. He sits you down on the edge of the bed and sits alongside you, carefully taking your hand in his own and moving both it and the cloth away from your injury so he could take a look.
“The good news is the bleeding is slowing, I’ll bandage it up now, but I think it’s best if you don’t sleep just so we can keep an eye on you. How are you feeling right now?” Luther says gently, opening the first aid kit and finding an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound.
“A bit dizzy, but I’ll live.” You mumble, wincing slightly when the wipe comes into contact with the injury, but you didn’t complain, you felt like you deserved the pain for what happened.
“And how are you feeling?” Luther asks, scrunching up the wipe and tossing it on top of its packaging before grabbing some gauze.
“I just told you I-”
“No, I’m asking how you are feeling. Emotionally not physically.” Luther corrects you gently, carefully placing the gauze against your temple and asking you quietly to hold it in place while he gets the medical tape out.
“I got Ilsa killed Luther, how do you expect me to feel?” The words came out sharper than you meant them to. You didn’t mean to snap, not at Luther but the guilt was beginning to take hold, clinging onto you gleefully like some sort of malicious creature and whispering in your ear about how it was your fault.
“y/n, it wasn’t your fault.” Luther says, a gentleness to his voice only reserved for heart to hearts like this.
“The guy that attacked me wanted to kill me I know it. So why did he kill her instead?” You whisper, tears springing to your eyes again as you think of what had just transpired. You were the one who was supposed to be dead. Ilsa was supposed to be alive, and you knew it. Ilsa was dead and it was all your fault. Luther remained quiet for a moment, silently debating his next words. He knew he couldn’t tell you that Ethan had been given a choice to save you or Ilsa, not that Ethan would have ever made the decision. But he couldn’t let you sit by and blame yourself either.
“You can’t blame yourself for what happened it was out of your control.” Luther argues gently, beginning to put the medical tape along the gauze to keep it in place while you remain silent, Luther’s words seemingly hitting a brick wall. When Luther finishes patching you up, he gathers up everything he’s used and stands, looking down at you softly.
“We’ll be in the other room if you need us.” He says before leaving the room. You remain sat on the edge of your bed, various thoughts swimming through your head of how you could’ve saved Ilsa somehow.
“y/n, we need you in the other room. We’re going over the new plan.” Benji says as he opens the door, making you wonder how long you had zoned out and did nothing but listen to your thoughts. You nod lightly at Benji’s words, forcing yourself to your feet and heading into the next room. Grace was still sitting at the table under both Ethan and Luther’s watchful eyes as you enter behind Benji. As you sit at the table, Ethan starts going over the new plan, how both he and Grace would disguise themselves and get the other half of the key and then Ethan would leave the train and meet you and Benji at the rendezvous point so you could figure out the next move from there while Grace would let herself get arrested and get into contact with Kittridge so she could join the IMF. Gabriel, who you learnt was the man who attacked you, was the only man who knew how to use the key so learning what the key opened and how it worked was important to the mission. As Ethan walked Grace through what she had to do, you noticed Luther packing up his belongings and you noticed he hadn’t been mentioned once in the plan.
“What about you Luther?” You ask, confused when he looks up at you with a soft smile.
“I’m heading off the grid for a while, I have traces of The Entity on my hard drive, so I want to investigate it further. I’ll make contact when I have something.” Luther says, putting the last of his stuff in a bag and straightening up.
“I’ll see you around Ethan. Don’t kill Gabriel, we need him.” Luther says, clapping Ethan on the shoulder as he approaches him.
“Luther, wait!” You call quickly, leaping to your feet and rushing over to give the man a hug which he quickly reciprocates.
“I’ll see you around Lil’ Hunt.” Luther whispers as he hugs you back, bringing a small smile to your face at the nickname Luther had been calling you since the moment he first met you. After pulling away you bid Luther one final goodbye before he leaves to investigate The Entity further. After Luther leaves, Benji notices that the mask machine has broken while making the mask for Ethan.
“Grace, you’ll have to get on the train by yourself. I’ll figure out another way on.” Ethan says, glancing at Grace who is visibly worried by the news.
“Promise me you’ll be on that train.” Grace says to your dad, and you watch him carefully to see how he’ll respond.
“I promise.” Your dad responds, and despite the lack of emotion on his face, you knew he was being one hundred percent serious. He’d never let anyone who trusted him down if he could help it. Grace is then given a mask with Alanna’s likeness and is instructed to put it in a bag so she can board the Orient Express and track down Alanna. She’s also given a sedative to knock Alanna out long enough for Grace to take her place and retrieve both halves of the key.
“We should probably make a move guys; we don’t have long until the train is due to leave.” Benji points out, scooping what he needs into his bag while encouraging you to do the same, so you quickly go into your room and grab the stuff you need and shove them into a bag and sling it over your shoulder. The four of you then head down to the garage that was used for IMF vehicles. Ethan immediately grabs the motorbike, gets on it and looks at Benji.
“You take Grace to the train station. Get her on safely, okay?” He says directly to Benji, barely sparing you a second glance, making you look to the ground, fighting back any potential tears as you follow Benji to the car and get in the back seat while Benji gets behind the wheel and Grace gets in the passenger seat. You lean back against the seat and squeeze your eyes shut to fight back the tears further. Seeing your dad actively avoid looking at you was just confirmation to you that he thought it was your fault Ilsa was dead. That he wished you had been the one who died instead of her. You watch as your dad revs the engine and drives off, with Benji following. When you reach the train station that the Orient Express will stop at, Benji pulls over and lets Grace out, reassuring her that she’ll be just fine before watching her walk into the station.
“Come on y/n, get in the front.” Benji says with a smile, turning back to look at you and fighting back a frown when you shake your head.
“I need my co-pilot for this.” He then says, noticing how you perk up just a little at his words. He knew Ethan tried to keep you out of the IMF life as much as possible but Benji figured that helping out behind the scenes wouldn’t hurt and so he taught you all the technical stuff he knew and allowed you to help out if you wanted to. Convinced by his words, you move to sit in the passenger seat, smiling softly as Benji smiles back.
“Atta girl.” Benji says with a smile before starting the car up and beginning the drive to the rendezvous point. You figured it would be a straight shot and a lot of waiting around. Your dad already knew where he was going to attempt to board the train and Grace was already on it, so it was just you and Benji until your dad met you at the rendezvous point with the key.
“Benji, the train didn’t slow down I need another place to get on!” You hear your dad’s shout come over the comms as you exchange a worried look with Benji.
“y/n, get my tablet and pull up the map.” Benji quickly instructs and you do as he asks, opening the map and handing it to Benji as he puts the car on autopilot. You and Benji scour the terrain and areas your dad could use to get on the train. You notice it first, switching your comm off and pointing it out.
“He might not like it, but this seems like our best bet.” You say, glancing from the map to Benji who lets out a small sigh but nods regardless.
“Okay, this is where you need to go.” Benji takes over directing Ethan where to go while you remain silent, listening to the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears. When you heard your dad confirming he reached the top of the mountain and wondering how he was going to get down you started to worry. Benji insisted he’d be fine since he had his parachute but when your dad’s comm went silent you started to worry that you had caused your dad’s death as well.
By the time you had reached the rendezvous point, you had confirmation that your dad had made it onto the train, but you didn’t hear from him after that, leaving you to wonder if he was okay.
“He’ll be fine. He’s Ethan and nothing stops Ethan.” Benji says reassuringly, noticing you fidgeting and the obvious tension in your body.
“I could’ve gotten him killed with that mountain idea.” You mumble, looking down and fiddling with the charm bracelet that sat proudly on your right wrist.
“It’s the only way Ethan could’ve gotten to the train, there were no other chances for him to get on. Your dad knows what he’s doing, and I bet it won’t be long until he turns up.” Benji says reassuringly, shuffling in his seat so he can face you as best he can. When you remain silent, Benji speaks up again.
“Are you okay, y/n? You seemed shaken up on the bridge and I haven’t gotten a chance to check in with you yet.” Benji asks softly, worry written across his face as he remembers watching you realise that Ilsa had died.
“It’s my fault Ilsa died, isn’t it? And dad thinks it’s my fault too.” You mumble, your gaze not moving from the bracelet as you flick one of the silver charms lightly, watching as it flies away from your finger due to the impact and then bounces harmlessly off your wrist. As you stared at your bracelet you neglected to see Benji’s expression shift to one of shock at the realisation that you were not only blaming yourself but thinking Ethan blamed you too.
“y/n/n, Ilsa’s death was not your fault at all. You didn’t even know what was happening because-”
“You’re right, I didn’t know what was happening and I should’ve. I should’ve taken a comm with me so I would know if anything was happening, like some mad man wanting to kill me. I should’ve known so I could’ve gone back to the safe house and Ilsa and dad wouldn’t have had to run around Venice looking for me.” You say, frustrated tears filling your eyes as more potential ways you could’ve saved Ilsa pop into your head.
“y/n, even if you did have a comm it wouldn’t have helped that much. The Entity managed to mimic my voice and use it to lead Ethan somewhere else when I was trying to figure out where you were because it wiped your signal from the map so I couldn’t lead your dad or Ilsa to you to keep you safe.” Benji explains, his heart breaking for you, wishing he could take this pain away from you because in his eyes you didn’t deserve it.
“It doesn’t change the fact that dad obviously blames me. He couldn’t even look at me before we left, and he didn’t talk to me either.” Your voice was no louder than a whisper now as the tears escaped their confinement and rolled down your cheeks. Benji’s face softened when he saw how upset you were and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Ethan would never blame you for what happened to Ilsa. He’s just trying to put the mission first, so he doesn’t have to deal with his emotions. You know what he’s like. Try and talk to him when we make it to the next safe house, it’ll do you both some good to talk things over.” Benji says softly, squeezing your shoulder gently to make you look up at him, eyes still filled with tears.
“I know you’ve got it in your head that your dad blames you, but he couldn’t. Ethan knows it’s not your fault. It’s Gabriel’s.” Benji assures as you sniffle lightly, reaching up with your hand to wipe at your eyes harshly.
“Benji, I’m on my way now stand by.” Before you had a chance to respond, Ethan’s voice crackles over the comms and you immediately move to sit in the back of the car, knowing it’ll be the easiest way to avoid talking to your dad. You waited with bated breath for your dad to arrive and as soon as he landed, he took his parachute off and loaded into the car.
“I got it, Benji. We’ve gotta get somewhere to lay low and get into contact with Luther to let him know we’ve got it.” Ethan says, holding up the key to show off that he has it while you curl into yourself in the backseat, avoiding even looking in your dad’s direction as Benji starts the car to drive to a safe house you could use to lie low in. Halfway through the journey, Benji glanced in his rearview mirror and saw you staring out the window intently, tears evident in your eyes and fought back a frown as he then glanced at Ethan out of the corner of his eyes and saw him focused on the road ahead.
The drive to the new safe house was silent other than the rumbling of the engine, and when Benji parked the car in the garage you were quick to jump out, grab your bag and disappear in the building, leaving Benji and Ethan behind. Benji, having had enough of the silence, turns to Ethan.
“Ethan, mate, you need to talk to y/n. She’s not okay right now and I know the mission is important, but I think right now your daughter is more important. You weren’t the only one there when you found Ilsa. She blames herself, Ethan.” Benji says, his tone gentle but with a certain strength in his voice showing how he wanted to get his point across. Ethan briefly looks in the direction of where you had gone and nods so lightly that the movement was almost imperceivable. Ethan decided to wait until he could find an appropriate time to talk to you since he needed to get into contact with Luther and try and figure out where to start searching for the Sevastopol so he can end The Entity. Before he knew it night had fallen and when he sticks his head in the room you decided to occupy to see if you were awake, he was greeted with the sight of you curled up in bed. He pressed his lips into a firm line and backed out of the room, vowing to talk to you in the morning.
What Ethan didn’t know was that you were faking it. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. Every time you closed your eyes you were greeted with the image of Isla’s dead body on the bridge and the heartbreak in your dad’s eyes. Your brain refused to let up as you continued to try, coaching yourself through methods your dad had taught you to help you get to sleep. After hearing silence fall around the safe house and realising that everyone has gone to bed, you get up, grabbing a blanket and tugging it around your shoulders as you head out onto the balcony to sit and watch the stars.
An hour after you went out onto the balcony, Ethan shot up in bed, panting heavily as flashes of his nightmare replay in his head, making him squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to rid of them but immediately regretting his actions when he sees the dead body on the bridge again, but instead of Ilsa, it was you. Opening his eyes again, Ethan pushes himself off the bed and heads to your room, wanting to check in on you just to prove to himself that you were fast asleep and safe within the building. When he opened the door, he squinted to search for your figure beneath the covers, but panic rose in his chest when he realised you weren’t there. He rushed over to the bed to look for any signs of a struggle but when he found nothing, he left your room to look for anything that might clue him into your whereabouts, pausing as he walked past the doors that went out onto the balcony when he noticed a figure outside and when he focused, he realised it was you.
At first, Ethan’s instinct was to head out onto the balcony and scold you for disappearing without letting him know but just as he reached for the door handle, he took a step back and allowed himself to gather his thoughts. Had his nightmare not awoken him and made him want to check on you, you would’ve simply remained out on the balcony until you felt ready to come back in and he would’ve woken up in the morning none the wiser. You hadn’t left the safe house. You just needed a moment. After taking a deep breath, Ethan opens the door carefully before stepping out onto the balcony and closing the door behind him. You didn’t turn to face him, your gaze remained fixed on the stars that had provided you endless comfort night after night and when Ethan stepped closer, he noticed the tear tracks on your cheeks.
“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks softly, resting his forearms against the cool metal railings and joining you in looking up at the sky.
“Every time I tried; I saw Ilsa.” You mumble, blinking as another few tears roll down your cheeks. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ethan turn his head to look at you.
“I’m sorry you were there. I should’ve been there to protect you.” You hear your dad say and that sentence made you finally tear your gaze away from the sky to look at your dad who had tears of his own shining in his eyes.
“It wasn’t your fault dad. Benji told me about The Entity mimicking his voice to throw you off.” You say, a sad smile on your face as you look at him before looking up at the moon, admiring how its crescent shape shone in the darkness.
“It wasn’t your fault either. Gabriel was already two steps ahead of me when he said he was going to kill you or Ilsa. He made it practically impossible for both of you to survive by distracting me.” Ethan says softly, getting your attention once more as he watches you softly.
“But Ilsa died.” You argue, watching how Ethan nods forlornly but his eyes never lose their gentleness.
“She did. But that doesn’t mean I’d want you in her place. It was never your fault that she died.” Your dad says, reaching out to wipe the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. He catches them softly on his thumbs and swipes them away as he considers his next words.
“Ilsa knew what she was getting into. She died protecting you because Gabriel had gotten to you first. I will miss her as long as I’m alive and I will always love her, especially because she saved you.” Ethan then says, silently asking for permission to pull you into a hug which you allow him to do, clinging to him as you fight back more tears.
“I wish there was something I could’ve done to have her with us right now.” You whisper, biting down on your lip to stop more tears from falling.
“Me too, sweetheart. But we can avenge her by using the key to destroy The Entity, and after that, I’m not going to let Gabriel get away again.” Ethan swears, a hand reaching up to run through your hair before he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head before suddenly being reminded of the injury you sustained.
“Your head, is it okay?” He asks, pulling away slightly to look at the gauze that was covering the injury.
“It’s feeling a lot better than it was.” You admit, a small smile appearing on your face as you look up at your dad who mirrors your smile.
“I’m sorry for not realising how you felt sooner. I was just overwhelmed by losing Ilsa and I let the mission get-“
“Dad, it’s okay. Getting the key was important. And I know you miss Ilsa. Your grief is valid, and I never wanted to make you feel like it wasn’t. I know I’m your daughter and you want to protect me, but you can talk to me, and I’ll try to help.” You say and instead of replying verbally, Ethan pulls you in for another hug, squeezing you gently as he plants another kiss on the top of your head.
“I love you so much, y/n.” He whispers, allowing himself to relax as he holds you safely in his arms.
“I love you too, dad.” You reply, cuddling as close to your dad as possible as you spare the night sky one last glance.
You’d be okay.
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𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 3
Synopsis: Bada wanted you to stay in Korea with her as she found work there but then your relationship is falling apart rapidly.
Warnings: toxic relationship and behaviours, angst. This'll be pretty heavy so please if you're not into this kind of stuff, you can ignore this update and wait for the regular fluffs and smuts 🫶🫶
(A/N: i hope none of y'all are experiencing this in real life or if you have experienced this, im so sorry that you have gone through such shit relationship but don't give up, yeah? Things will get better eventually.)
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
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It hasn't been well for you and Bada ever since that incident while meeting her friends. You still couldn't believe how she can do that to you. You wanted to get away but at the same time you want to mend your relationship with her. You didn't wanna lose her despite everything that has happened. Plus she's showing lots of effort for you to forgive her. She even got an apartment in Seoul so you and her can live there and won't have to pretend to be best friends anymore like you did at her parents' house. It was a big step for you both but then it also meant that whenever a fight would break out between you and her, you had no one to run off to.
"Jesus.. You scared me!" you exclaimed. You were in the kitchen, making some tea since you just couldn't fall asleep. You've been having a hard time falling asleep the past few days as thoughts plague your mind. Bada noticed you weren't in bed next to her so she got up and searched for you, only to find you making tea in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry my love.. Didn't mean to scare you. Was just confused since you weren't there beside me. Having trouble falling asleep?" she asked and you nodded. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head. You melted in her arms. You missed moments like this with her.
"Baby.. I may need to go back to the states soon. I got a job offer there." you told her and she hugged you even tighter, like it's her own way of telling that you shouldn't go back and to just stay with her in Korea.
"Y/N.. Do you really wanna leave me all alone here? I got this apartment for us and then you're gonna go back to the states?" Bada's questions made your heart ache. You didn't wanna leave her despite everything.
"I.. I don't know if I'll be able to find a job here, Bada.. I don't speak Korean that well and I don't want you to shoulder all the expenses for us." you tried to reason with her that led to an hour long discussion about applying as an English teacher there or working from home as long as you don't leave her. You were tired and just wanted to sleep so you agreed. The next morning, Bada helped you search for jobs before she went to her own. She has been hired as a teacher at a dance studio nearby and she's got to work with artists as well. You're happy for her since it has been her dream to be able to work with artists and teach people to dance.
"So baby, we're going somewhere this Friday. The studio is holding a welcome party for me and I want you to be there with me. I want you to meet my workmates and some friends." Bada said as she came home one day. What happened when you last went out with her to meet with someone didn't end up well but you wanted to move past that and you also didn't want to disappoint her so you agreed to go with her. You really don't want to start an argument with her as you're still trying to fix your relationship up.
"Yeah.. Is it a formal event? Do I need to really dress up?" you asked and she placed her head on your shoulder. She played with your hand, drawing patterns and kissing it.
"Maybe a dress would be fine. It's not too formal plus you look amazing either way." Bada says that made your heart flutter and heat to creep up your cheeks. She really knows how to win you over even with just words.
The night of the event came and it was rather chill. You didn't feel that out of place since you've been studying Korean when you had time to spare. You were able to hold conversations and didn't cling to Bada that much. You were having fun, chattering with some of Bada's friends when you saw something that shattered you to pieces. It was Bada and a girl who looked so familiar. It was Redy, one of Bada's exes before she started dating you. She was clinging to Bada like they're still a couple and the sight made you feel physically sick that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom. You're just crying there, trying to convince yourself that it's probably nothing and that you're just overthinking stuff when the door opened and there stood one of Bada's dancer friends.
"Hey are you okay? What happened? Should I call Bada to come here?" the woman asked and you shook your head, wiping your tears away. You're embarrassed that this stranger saw you in a vulnerable state.
"Y-yeah I'm okay.. Sorry you had to see me like this.. But I'm good, everything's good. No need to call Bada." you assured her and she offered to help you freshen up which really helped you calm down.
"I'm Monika by the way and if you need to talk to someone, you can reach me via Instagram." Monika says and you followed her on instagram to which she reciprocated. You thanked her and gave her a hug just in time that Bada came in the bathroom, looking for you and saw you hugging Monika. The look on her face terrified you and your heart sank knowing that this will be another fight between you and her.
Monika excused herself when she saw Bada and now, you're left alone with your girlfriend who looked really pissed off. She looked at you before grabbing you firmly by the wrist and basically dragged you back to the car. The whole car ride was filled with deafening silence but it was a whole different scenario when you were finally inside your shared apartment.
"So what was that all about? Lusher told me that you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and haven't returned after 20 minutes. What were you doing there? Flirting with Monika?! What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! Am I not enough?!" Bada yelled at you and you flinched. She was still holding on to your wrist rather tightly and it's starting to hurt now.
"Let me go, Bada.. You're hurting me.." you told her and she did let you go but she didn't stop yelling at you and accusing you of cheating.
"Hurting you? Have you ever thought about how much you've hurt me when I saw you hugging Monika?! Who knows what else happened there!" Bada was absolutely furious and you're starting to get pissed off as well. She's accusing you of cheating yet you saw her and Redy looking like they're still together while Bada couldn't be bothered to even check on you, spend at least a minute with you in that party.
"You're really going absolutely crazy about me hugging Monika when you were the one having her ex cling to them and couldn't be bothered to check on their girlfriend the whole night! I was crying in that damn bathroom because you were never there for me, you were paying more attention to your damn ex more than me! How was I supposed to react to that, huh?!" you finally snapped back and Bada just stormed off to your shared bedroom and locked you out so you slept on the couch that night.
The days went by and you could really feel you and Bada drifting apart. She wouldn't even look at you, wouldn't speak to you. It was horrible and you felt like everything was your fault. How did it come to this? What went wrong? Where was the Bada you once knew and loved? You were about to message her when a friend messaged you first, asking if you and Bada broke up since all your pictures together are apparently deleted from Bada's socials which was a shock to you. You checked and sobs wracked your body at what you saw. It was true, it seems like Bada has erased you from her life already.
With a heavy heart, you grabbed all your belongings and packed your bags. You left the apartment and booked a hotel. You're just gonna stay there for a bit until you can find a cheap apartment to stay. You were planning on leaving Korea once your contract with the company you're currently working at ends. You deactivated all your socials and only kept in touch with your friends and family from the states. You just wanted to be alone and away from Bada to really think things through. To think if the relationship is still worth it or if you needed to just let go of it.
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@lil-elliesgf, @efyyylee, @hwm1hyun, @mikaleialt, @bunnywonyo, @badaswifey, @mrs-grim-reaper
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Parings: Dallas Winston x Fem reader with a younger sibling.
Summary: Dallas realizes that kids aren't so bad if you meet the right ones :)
Warnings: Mild cursing
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Introducing your little sibling to Dallas was definitely a trip.
Asks him to attend her tea parties.
MAKES HIM WEAR A TIARA OML
Karaoke? Sure.
Comes out of her room with 3 tight bracelets, a tiara barely on his head, and cookie crumbs on his face.
"Them cookies must have been good." You said, playing with the remote.
DRAWS STUFF FOR HIM ALL THE TIME.
"Oh uh..who's that?" He says, pointing to a guy with a jean jacket and brown hair.
"It's you! You're holding hands with my sissy." She smiles, pointing to the picture.
He thinks it's so cute.
"Aw thank you, love. It's great."
Keeps all her drawings. :)
It's so hard trying to put her to bed.
Mostly because Dallas is trying to play while you're trying to get her in bed for real.
Dallas chases her with a smile on his face, hiding behind the counter to jump out and scare her as she giggles.
She runs around for a bit more, before walking up to Dallas with a tired expression, arms up for him to pick her up.
Introduces her to the most DISRESPECTFUL songs she was bound to know if you were with Dallas.
We aren't gonna ignore the fact that Dallas is a cuddle bug.
He really is.
But he just isn't open about it.
Dance parties at 3 in the morning.
Will show up to the school house if he has to.
She got in a fight?
Oh well she better have won.
Wont let anyone talk to her sideways.
What did you say?
Didn't think so.
Makeout interruptions.
"Dally-oh." She said, her small hand on the door handle.
He looks back at her, trying to hide his embarrassment as you and him laugh to yourselves.
"Ew." She said as she walked out, leaving her conversation on the dresser.
Actually thinks she's funny.
Been around Dallas and you for too long.
When you and Dallas are together, y'all act like the crackheads you find at the corner of gas stations.
She thinks y'all are weird sometimes.
Teaches her bad words. Like Fuck, shit, ass, bitch, cunt, slut .etc.
"Yeah. Stop being an asshole, Y/n."
Sneaks candy into her backpack for school.
Goes to all of her performances.
Like school play?
He's the loud mom that's cheering her kid on.
Takes her out for ice cream after.
She thinks you two are so cute.
"Awwwww y'all are hugginggg. Y'all are so sweet."
Witnessing play fighting and she actually thinks you're kicking his ass.
"Wait! Stop!"
"What's wrong?" He asks
"Oh nevermind. Proceed."
Honestly the trio nobody knew they needed.
Hope you like it! Also please request because I'm bored asf
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Sick of Being Sick | MHA & JJK
Hey, I'm sick right now. Share in my misery, will ya?
Series; MHA and JJK
Characters; Bakubabe, Todobroki, Kiri luvs us all, Shinshino (Shinso), JenniferLawrenceLover666 (AKA Itadori), GoGoGojo, Megumi my love... and I think that's it.
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Bakugou
This man makes you soup. Which, I know soup sounds boring but like, this is some serious gourmet shit
He'd be the type to say stuff like: You got this sick cause of your own stupid actions dipwad...
But then turnaround and tuck you all nice into bed with a story (maybe not that last part but whatever)
He's also the type to stay 10 feet away from you
I mean, keep your germs to yourself ya nasty
No cuddles or kisses or anything that has to do with being in close proximity
Good luck getting even a fist bump (Not that he would normally do that but you know whatever)
He'll give you your meds and your DayQuil or NightQuil but he's gonna be wearin a mask I swear
10/10 on taking care of you
0/10 for smooches :'(
Todoroki
Being taken care of by this man is pretty sweet
He loves you with all his heart and is willing to run miles just to make you feel better
But honestly, he might mess up here or there
Like he wouldn't heat the soup up properly (Unless you like cold soup)
If you have hot or cold flashes, boom, the instant temperature regulator 3000
Even if it got him sick, he would give you your soft forehead kisses or late-night cuddles
Would 100% get sick right after you get better
Hopefully, this isn't a cycle...
8/10 on taking care of you
10/10 for love <3
Kirishima Eijiro
Kiri my man my dude my legend mi compadre don muchacho is very good at taking care of you
I mean, c'mon, Kirishima is a lovely manly man who wants nothing more than his partner to be happy and healthy
Moreso, he gonna take care of you like his life depends on it, which is true, your life is his life... or some weird couple saying that I wouldn't know about because I'm single
This man gonna cuddle your sickness away
You're gonna be in a headlock from the next week so get comfortable sweetie
He's going to get all the pillows and blankets he can find to fit on your bed ASAP
Snuggle party y'all
He would absolutely go to the drugstore at 5 in the morning just to get you your DayQuil
An honorable man who is willing to do anything for the love of his life
10/10 on taking care of you
10/10 for smooche smooches and love
Shinso Hitoshi
Shinso's pretty lazy, not gonna lie
He loves ya, but your medicine is on the other side of the couch, so he just- can't- reach-
You'll be lucky if he'll even make you some decent food
It's probably going to be just microwave dinners :/
Okay, let's be real, Shinso is gonna have you sleeping even before he does
Like I said, he loves you and will show it in his strange Shinso ways
You're getting some good sleep
How does he do it? He has his Shinso magic that can only be used on rare occasions. The magic of ✨prescription drugs✨
Yeah, that'll have you knocked out for sure
What drug you may ask?
Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to
2/10 taking care
5/10 smoochy
Itadori Yuji
Does he know what he's doing?
Haha, no
But is he trying?
With all his heart <3
He's not great at cooking or finding the right medicines but you know what? A for effort? No, A is for ass. Don't ask questions
Yuji will want to cuddle the last bit of sickness out of you
But he'll come to snuggle up to you when he gets sick and be just like; "You have to take care of me now 👉👈"
He might be a wee bit annoying when it comes to letting you do ANYTHING by yourself, I mean, he's gonna make you stay in bed while he makes you some mediocre soup
Don't get too angry with him though, he just wants to take care of the love of his life
Which is you, not Jennifer Lawrence
Probably
6/10 on taking care of you
12/10 on luvs
Gojo Satoru
Do you think this man's going to stop working? Stop teaching his beloved students? Stay in your house that reeks of sickness? Do all the cooking and cleaning for you while you're stuck on the couch watching his favorite TV show without him?
Maybe not that last part, but he'll mostly do what's said above
Gojo is likely to do nothing with you while you're ill
Just watchin' some sort of stupid romcom you found for free on a random website that may just be a tiny bit sketchy
He's not much of the "taking care of" type. More so, the "I'm going to cuddle the life out of you" type
I mean, you can't be sick if you're dead
He loves you. But your germs be nasty
I imagine he never gets sick, so when he's around someone who is sick, he avoids them like the plague
It just so happens to be that the one who's sick is his s/o
2/10 on taking care of you
7/10 for loving
Fushiguro Megumi
Megumi is also the type to never get sick
He probably won't treat you like you're gonna kill him every time you cough
Unlike someone, we all know and sometimes love
He's pretty damn good at taking care of you
He makes sure you don't overexert yourself
Gumi gets you food that won't make you feel even worse
He gives the gracious gift of water every hour (or any time you finish your current glass)
Warm blankets straight from the dryer, perfectly fluffed pillows, he's got it all ready
Megumi can't cook that well, but he tries because he loves you <3
He'd also get up in the middle of the night if you run out of medicine
24/7 drug stores exist for a reason
9/10 on taking care of you
10/10 for caring
This was originally going to be a serious headcanon thing, but it later turned into satire and sass. Just like my 10th-grade assignment about Emerson. Good times, good times.
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Reader babysitting the child pastas
(Sally, Lazari, Cassiel the child demon and Lily Kenneth)
A/N: ANON I'M SORRY I GOT SO EXITED TO WRITE MY FIRST REQUEST THAT I POST WITHOUT FINISHING AND DELETED OUT OF PURE PANIC AND IMPULSE I'M SO SO SORRY. AHEM, Anyway I hope this is good enough :3 it's the first time I've heard of Cassiel, Lily Kenneth and Lazari so I did some research on them and I hope you like it
🍼 For starters, you do this often. I headcanon that if someone more "common" went to the slender mansion it would be to the sole purpose of maintenance (cooking, cleaning, babysitting etc) so the kids are used to be with you by now
🍼 TEA PARTYS!! Y'all LOVE to do tea partys. You'll help the kids rampage the kitchen in the search of sweets, juice and any other tasty food. And sometimes you'll even bake cookies
🍼 if you are male/masculine presenting Sally will take a lot of time to get used to you and trust you. Although if you're female/feminine presenting she'll trust you much more easily.
🍼 Lazari got attached to you pretty quickly, she loves spending time with you coloring and you're an older sibling to her. Due to the circumstances you'll help her get ~food~ from time to time
🍼 When you're feeling a bit more lazy to babysit, you gather them all in your room and y'all watch lots of movies in your bed, popcorn and other snacks included. This usually ends up with all of them asleep on top of you
🍼 I hc that all of the girls are between the ages of 6 and 9 so is pretty easy to make them get along but when they don't you do your best to entertain them separately, it's hard but rewarding
🍼 When enough trust is gained, you'll be part of their bed routines. You know, helping them out on choosing and putting pijamas, making sure they brush their teeth, tucking them in bed etc. You like this peaceful moment of staying by their side while their slowly fall asleep
🍼 THEATER SHOWS! Sally and Lily and particular LOVE throwing shows for you guys to watch, sometimes other pastas like LJ, Slender, Toby and EJ will join the public but normally it's just you and the child that didn't want to participate in the show
🍼 Because Lily likes to make dolls, you ended up teaching the other kids to sew some things too, now all the dolls will have a fashion show by the end of the month
🍼 You help homeschool them along with Ej
🍼 The four of them share a room and one time you helped them put glow in the dark stars in the ceiling of the room, now when it's raining and you can't go outside, you'll just close the room, turn off the lights and watch the ceiling stars :3
🍼 Picnics are a BIG thing for this girls, after a stressful day or if they behaved really well through the week you'll gather some stuff and make a cute picnic in the forest. They love it
🍼 TREEHOUSE???? TREEHOUSE!!!!! You ((with the help of Masky and Hoodie)) build the girls a treehouse near the mansion and it's HUGE, you made sure that it have electricity, 4 swings near the stairs, keys that the girls (and you ofc) could keep with them to lock the house, mattresses so they could trow a slumber party, a small chest to put toys and a small wardrobe so the mattresses and stuff could be stored so it doesn't get dust. Basically any children dream treehouse. Of course the girls helped build it too, landing itens to you and painting the house. Is a dream :)
🍼Despite everything, they are children and they do deserve a somewhat normal childhood and you'll do your best to ensure that they have that, creating fun memories and making sure they have someone who they can REALLY trust and look up as a parent of sorts
#sally williams#sally willians headcanons#sally creepypasta#lazari#lazari headcanons#lazari creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#Cassiel the demon child#Cassiel the child demon#Cassiel the demon toddler#Cassiel the demon toddler headcanons#Cassiel the demon toddler creepypasta#Lily Kenneth#Lily Kenneth headcanons#Lily Kenneth creepypasta#Sally willians creepypasta#sally headcanons
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Or an AU drabble where Miles and Margo go to the same HBCU and they have crushes on each other. Someone’s pet trarantula is loose and Miles who has arachnophobia grabs the first person who he can find (Margo) to help him get rid of it.
(obvious spider trigger warning to anyone else reading)
Thank you for requesting!! :) Idk the specifics of how HBCU dorms work so I just went by my own experience cuz I couldn't find anything just looking it up lmao I hope that's okay
(I also don't know how you're actually meant to handle tarantulas so maybe don't try this at home)
"Miles, don't look now, but - man, I said don't look!"
Miles' head immediately snapped to the wall opposite him where he was typing out a response to one of his discussion posts. Jude sighed and plugged his ears in preparation for the blood-curdling, slasher film-worthy scream that followed.
Miles had seen spiders in his house before; ones no larger than an ant that could easily be mistaken for a different kind of bug until it began to crawl and convulse in that way that only spiders do. He had made it a point to bring in boxes upon boxes of EcoVenger on move-in day to make sure he never had to see any sign of the creatures in his vicinity.
The spider currently ambling up the wall across the room from him after he leapt backwards was the stuff of his worst nightmares.
"Who the fuck brought a tarantula to school?!?"
Miles and Jude were both in the hallway now in their PJs after the former refused to go back inside until it was gone.
"That's Alex's pet. We all saw it at his party last weekend, you didn't-?"
Miles crossed his arms and gave him a look.
"...Right. Of course you didn't."
The door to their right creaked open, half a face peeking out from behind it. Both men recognized the young woman's sharp eyeliner before she even began to speak.
"Aye, Margo!"
"Hey," she smiled as she fully emerged from her room in her usual green sweatshirt and shorts. "Whatchy'all yelling about? I don't think I've ever heard your voice reach that octave."
"Oh that wasn't-"
"Yeah, Alex's tarantula snuck into our room, right next to his head!" Miles interrupted, leaning casually on the wall with an easy grin as if he wasn't just cussing out his roommate and about to do the same to Alex.
Jude gave him a nasty glare, but didn't say anything.
"Oh my god, it got out?" Margo gasped, sounding more like a kid at the zoo than a concerned neighbor.
"Yeah, it's really been botherin' Jude," Miles continued with great affect. "Care to lend a hand?"
"Lemme see - I mean, I can help!"
She clapped her hands together and strolled right past Jude towards their room.
"I'll make sure it's safe and put it in a jar to bring back to Alex, and you," Miles yelped when she grabbed his wrist and tugged him behind her, "are gonna help me catch it."
He hesitated and looked to Jude for help, but the other man shrugged with a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
"Miles?"
"S-sure," he smiled painfully, "I'm right behind you!"
By the time they made it to the shared bedroom, the spider was nowhere to be seen. Miles swore he felt his stomach drop. He swept the room with anxious eyes while Margo ventured into the kitchen in search of a proper container. It wasn't on either of the desks or desk lamps, and after counting to three and pulling away their bed sheets, it did not seem to be hiding there, either.
He found her again while she rummaged through the cupboards to report his findings. She pulled out a mug with the faces of several 'Bleach' characters printed on the front and examined it.
Miles winked, "Don't use that one, that's my good mug."
Margo snickered and handed it back to him.
"Y'all got any mason jars I can use, then? I didn't see any around."
"Sure, they're just behind the...the... "
Miles had made the grave mistake of looking up, and stopped dead in his tracks. There, just inches away from his forehead, was the tarantula. The dark mass was slowly climbing its way up the cupboard where the mason jars were supposed to be.
"Oh, sweet, it's right there!"
He looked like someone had gotten out a remote and pressed 'pause', his eyes the size of saucers.
Margo's brows furrowed in concern.
"Miles? Aren't you gonna get it?"
"I...um..."
His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly as the spider continued its ascent, and she quickly realized that he was a little more than just startled. She took back the mug, set it on the counter, and gently pushed him aside.
"Actually, I got it."
Margo reached up to where the spider was and let it crawl onto her hand. Her other hand, she used to open the cupboard and grab a jar, which she turned to hand over to Miles.
"Open this for me?"
"Now that I can do," he said, taking the jar carefully as if the tarantula would leap off of Margo's hand at any moment. "There."
She deposited the creature into the jar with such ease that Miles half-expected to be made fun of, but she didn't say anything. Just observed with a little smile as it crawled aimlessly around the container and pushed its legs against the glass.
"Y'know, Alex actually let me hold this little guy once."
Miles leaned back against the opposite counter.
"Do you, like, regularly pet bugs?"
She hummed before answering, "I like some bugs, but I'm not exactly diggin' in the grass looking for 'em. Tarantulas are cool, though. They can shoot their hairs out at people to defend themselves. Wish I could do that."
"It'd be a hell of a superpower," he laughed. "You wanna take this guy across the hall?"
"I do, but are you gonna be able to handle it?"
"He's trapped and he cannot hurt me," Miles got off the counter and gestured for Margo to go ahead of him. "I'll be fine."
#miles morales#miles morales fic#margo kess#flowerbyte#flowerbyte fic#cyberflower#cybershock#moralesanhour#requests
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FEATHER- Sabrina Carpenter
PAIRINGღ chris x ex!black!fem!reader
SUMMARYღ chris and y/n. they just broke up. not even two months ago. she was already over him. done. she feels so good.
FROM VENUSღ hey y'all. i just want to thank everyone who reads my stuff! thank you✿ btw this is apart of a challenge so it won't be a series. hope y'all enjoy :)
WARNINGSღ cussing...use of the word babe/baby...angst
proofread!
y/n walked into the party that her friend Isa dragged her into. y/n decided it was time to get out of the house, ever since she started getting herself together. she was talking to someone. she changed her hair. and she started wearing more revealing clothes, just to boost her confidence. she was over him. finally.
"Hey I'm gonna go get a drink." Isa said turning away from y/n and leaving her in the middle of the room surrounded by the smell of beer, and cologne. "Hey pretty girl." y/n turned around to see who the mystery man was. her jaw dropped to the floor. it was chris. he was shocked to. she looked so different, he almost didn't recognize her when she turned around.
"Oh shit I'm sorry I didn't know it was you." he said scratching the back of his neck with a drink in the other hand. y/n scoffed "Yeah right. Is this another one of your schemes to get back into good graces with me?" y/n said while rolling her eyes. "No really, I didn't recognize you. You look good." y/n rolled her eyes again while turning around to walk away, before she was pulled back by a soft hand wrapped around her arm.
she looked at chris's hand on her arm and pulled it away. "I missed you." chris said with a smirk plastered on his face while he took a sip from his drink. "Chris listen. We're not together anymore. Can't you get that through your thick skull." y/n said as she poked chris's forehead with her finger as she turned back around and walked away.
his signals were so mixed up. one day he wanted to be with her. the next he didn't. that's the whole reason she broke up with him. she couldn't take it. she couldn't get dragged back into that cycle again. and him being at this party, was making it very tempting, but y/n was much stronger now. she was not going back. not this time.
y/n made her way back to her friend as they continued chatting for the rest of the night. every now and then she caught chris glimpsing at her. once her 'situationship' jason got there they were cuddled up the whole night which made chris very angry. he brushed through the crowd and left, slamming the door.
later that night, y/n and her jason got to her house, they cleaned themselves up and got ready for bed. y/n got a ping from her phone. she picked it up and checked it. one new message from 'an unknown number' y/n's face froze as she opened the message 'i'm gonna kill him' y/n blocked the new number and tried to lay back down.
"What is it." jason asked shuffling over from one side of the bed to the other to face y/n. "Nothing. Just my mom." y/n said obviously lying. she was worried. who the hell was texting her this late at night? and why that message? who were they talking about? jason? was it from chris? no it can't be. he's not that delusional. is he?
FROM VENUSღ hey y'all! so what y'all think? btw this was a challenge. but i mean if y'all want a part two just let me know...and deja vu part three will be released sometime tomorrow. love you guys! oh and don't forget my requests and dm's are always open! love you guys :)
credits: @annamcdonalds67
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Hi It's me from the Tiktok,I Have this Headcanon On Tot Boys Being a Dad Like I'm Sure Artem is gonna Spoil His Children ESPECIALLY Marius Like The moment he hears His Child Mumbling About "Wow This Kitty plushie looks cute" and He be Like "Then Get em" he might Also Buy the Whole Store(I wish a had a marius in my life) AND for Luke,Like i think he's gonna be A Chill Dad yk Like Setting a prank together with his child and do cute Stuff y'all Mostly go out to Have a Family Bonding Since Luke is Busy being a Detective (a hot One) and lastly Vyn i think He's the Type of that Who Enjoy Reading his Children a Story When it's Bedtime and he's the type to also Gossip with his Children like "Dad there's this Kid-" and he go like "C'mere Tell me all about Ur school and stuff" LIKE ISN'T CUTEEE and While Us Just Watching Them Interact and Smiling like an Idiot, anyways This is just What i had in mind ofc ur free to Say no to my Idea But Yeah That's All,Hope you have a good Rest!🖤
Father, May I?
NXX boys as dads</333
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Genre: fluff ofc but I'm adding angst parts after every story bcs it's my specialty duhh(I WAS BORED SORRYYY)
A/N: BESTIE UR A GENIUS THIS IS RLLY CUTE TOO😭😭😭 IMMA HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS ONE TYVM SRY IF I REPLY TOO LATE SCHEDULES PRETTY TIGHT</333 also i might make this into 2 parts bcs it might take long idk depends if I finish this quickly!! Sorry for the wait<3
Vyn Richter
This man is literally A DUKE of a kingdom LITERALLY LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME HE WONT GO ALL OUT FOR HIS PRINCESS</333
He doesn't rlly flex it often in the stories (except when he literally showed to their faces that only he had an invitation to that one Pluto cruise ship lmao
Speaking of cruise ships, he'd definitely be renting/buying a whole cruise ship for your daughter's birthday or if she's not into those, he'll arrange for her birthday party in the ballroom in their castle/family mansion in Svart
Honestly, he never wanted to ever come back to Svart if it wasn't for his little princess</33
You told her a bedtime story saying that her dad is a king and you're actually a queen which makes your daughter a princess
The story was supposed to make her sleepy but she ended up getting too excited and literally begging her father(Vyn) if they can come to their castle (he didn't agree at first, hesitant onto how the people of Svart and most importantly, his father woulf react but who cares his child wanted to go there so why not🙄)
Yeah with that said, after that, he just went on a spoiling spree on his daughter but he won't overdo it ofc🤷♀️ He doesn't want her to turn into someone condescending and just a bad person as a whole and with that kind of raising technique of his, she grows up into such a sweet girl and he sometimes can't help but smile stupidly with how his daughter resembles her mom so much 😭
Angst part
Ok so me and a friend of mine had this hc where like I forgot most of it but it was just how if Vyn decides to leave you and come back to Svart (he doesn't know that you have a child together so u ended up raising your daughter alone)
Can you imagine the shock on his face when he passes by the house he used to live with you in Stellis, only to see you playing in the rose filled garden with a little girl
You turn around to the sound of your name being called, hesitant but you still did it as you recognized his voice. He stood in front of you in formal attire, looking down on you with a soft glimmer in his eyes, seemingly shocked and feeling guilty
He asks you why you didn't tell him about your daughter but you immediately interrupted him saying that he never gave you a chance to speak
If you let him in your lives again, he'll make sure that his daughter lives the best life, guilty with how he almost made her live the same childhood as him</3
But even after the second chance you gave him, you desperately picked up the broken pieces of your heart from the ground as you tear up at the sight of the father of your children and the King of Svart, Vyn, being wedded to a woman on equal footing as him.
Artem Wing
Mkay so first of all, uhm TWINS?? Lets say it's a boy and a girl. Well the girl resembles you in EVERY way possible. She's stubborn asf but determined with whatever she puts her mind into. She sometimes pushes his brother into doing stuff he loves like inspiring him yk??
Her brother tho, she's like Artem lmao💀 He's usually calm and silent in a corner somewhere doing arts and crafts while his sister is in the middle of the room singing twinkle twinkle little stars from the bottom of her heart
You'd think that the sister would be the protector between the two of em but it's actually your son. He's kinda timid and shy but he won't tolerate any unjust actions towards his dear sister</3 (You nudge Artem and chuckle at how much your son resembled your husband</33)
When it comes to what your children want, like toys, clothes etc, I wouldn't say that he'll buy anything they want (that's a lie he actually buys them whatever they want when you're not within the vicinity lmao)
It usually goes like this, your daughter is asking Artem to buy both of em something because their friends have it and he'll usually refuse when you're there but the moment you go out to buy groceries, you'd just end up dropping the bags of grocery you had with you the moment you come home as you lay your eyes on the newly bought bikes that looks expensive asf in front of your home LMAOOOO
Yall remember that one personal story where he spent millions for us during the investigation?? He'd def do that to you and your children
They aren't even born yet and he's already having your house renovated for their rooms, already buying shit ton of toys, going to the mall ONLY for food and suddenly, hes calling you over to ask if this little baby onesie would look cute on your children</3
There is no Angst part. I mean, ITS LITERALLY ARTEM WING. HES THE GREENEST OF THE GREEN FLAGS MY BOY HAS NO FLAWS.
Luke Pearce
Also twins ngl. Energetic ones at that
Twin girls?? Absolutely (do yall know the fanarts of Lukerosa with this daughter named xiaxia😭😭😭)
Well lets just pretend theres two xiaxia's here
Anyway, he's like those uncle/grandmas that give you chocolate or money in secret when your parents aren't looking
Like maybe before you all eat dinner, daughter 1 is already hungry and is sulking bcs you didnt let her have a bite of the ice cream and here comes papa Luke to the rescue, passing her a piece of chocolate discreetly 😭
Gives your daughters piggy back rides especially when going out to family night outs or when just going to the park to have a little picnic. Or at weekend nights when you're both not working, you're all in the living room laughing softly at the 3 of em seeing them dance in the middle of the room to some children's music
OH AND ARRON IS DEFINITELY SUCH A CUTE UNCLE TO THEM OMGGG hes giving them plushies, money...toy guns..(as soon as Luke found out about it, he's immediately banned from coming over lmao/j)
Hes vv soft to his princesses but he isn't too soft that he gives them everything. I'm not rlly sure but I think he'd like practice disciple with wanting stuff like, 'Do you want the chocolate or the animal plushie? If you get the chocolate, it wouldn't last very long but if you get the plushie, you'll have it forever!'
Goes to your childhood home sometimes to hang out in the attic where you and Luke used to play in and introduces your girls to Sherlock Holmes</3
(DRESSES THEM UP AS JOHN WATSON N SHERLOCK HOLMES😭😭😭😭)
Just the best dad overall tbh
Angst part<333
He was very hesitant with having children with you with the thing abt his life and his line of work but the moment that he sees the smile on your face slowly dissipate and turn into a look of gloom, he feels guilty for even hesitating for a moment and immediately hugs you
He knows he won't be around for a while so even if he really wants to give your children proper discipline, there are moments where he just spoils them to their hearts content
Sometimes at night, he sits alone in the balcony of your own home and he smiles softly knowing that you now have little angels to look after you once the time comes.
The burden of all of these dawns on him tho. Like, what would your daughters feel like when they realize their dad's gone? What if his work as a spy results in his family getting hurt? Or worse, what if one of them gets pulled into the NXX stuff?
There are times where guilt and despair overwhelms him so pls go easy on him amd always give him cuddles<33
Your touch used to bring him comfort but why is it that when you brushed your hand against his face to wipe his tears away as you laid half conscious in his arms, it brought an overwhelming sense of fear and guilt?
He hugs your body closer to him as tears fell continously from his face, hurting at how his princesses will probably have to grow up without parents.
Marius von Hagen
He spoils them. No negotiations, no questions asked.
He has a son too btw!! (his son hates him lmao)
Your son hates it when his dad hogs or steals all your attention which then ends up having a mini Marius sulking and hugging your legs asking you with a pout if you love Marius more than him LMAOOOO
I forgot where I read this but I think its the personal story???? idk i forgot Where the cat sneaks in to his home and just hates him overall
Your son would def wanna keep the cat and claim that the cat is now his "accomplice"
Yea but with all that aside, Marius is definitely soft for his son</333 He inherited everything of his dad but he has your eyes which makes him more vulnerable to puppy dog eyes of your son when he asks his dad to get him something
He's well aware of his footing in society so he knows how to stand up to himself well. Or if paparazzi surrounds you, poor baby would scream at them and tell them how he hates them for making his mom(you) have a hard time
Surprisingly, the reporters feel bad and start making way for the three of you to go home
Marius is definitely proud of him for standing up for himself and his mom. Speaking of that, he's another sucker for his kid when you're away. You could literally blink and the moment you open your eyes again, there's suddenly a mountain of toys around u lmao
Angst part
Marius is also very aware of how dangerous it is to live in front of the camera and being exposed to the judging eyes of the public so he tries his absolute best to keep you both safe. Including with scandals, where it's said that PAX CEO Marius von Hagen is having an affair with someone else while having a family of his own. His heart breaks into a million pieces as he looks down on his son thats literally crying and hitting his leg with little to no force because of how hard he was crying.
Hes cursing his own dad on why he has the guts to make u cry like that. His last straw snaps as tears swell into his own eyes as he bends down to pick up your crying son and he hugs him tightly.
He considered leaving PAX and having someone else run it seeing how bad of an effect it left to his family but you begged him to stay there seeing how important the company is but what you didnt expect was that he'll someday put his company first before his family.
A/N:I think i kept turning away from the og plot im so sorry😭😭😭 i made this at 12 last night bcs i couldnt sleep so m sorry if it does look too good💀💀
I also just went with it and did all of em lmao I WAS ALSO HUNGRY WHILE MAKING THIS SO THATS PROLLY WHY I WAS STRAYIMG FROM THE PLOT LMAOOOOO
#artem wing#artem x mc#artem x you#luke pearce#luke pearce x mc#luke pearce x reader#marius von hagen#marius x mc#marius x reader#tears of themis#vyn richter#vyn x reader#vyn richter x reader#tears of themis vyn
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PT1
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TW: internalized homophobia, manipulation, panic attacks and mileven making out (sorry y'all, it's for the plot and this the last chapter they'll do it. I pinky promise 😔 we'll get onto the Henderhop the next chapter 😀).
Also the whole diary thing in this chapter I've ripped off of the actual HP lore. 🥲 I also ripped off the whole byler fight from the s3 fight. 😞😞😞
Will was not especially happy to board on the Hogwarts Express unlike his future sister, El, who was bouncing up and down with excitement. Will had gotten to know her over the summer and despite his initial jealousy, he liked her a lot. She was sweet and caring with shoulder-length brown hair and big eyes.
Will really couldn't blame her for being so joyful, she was dating Mike after all, the most loving and perfect human-being ever and as her brother, he was happy for her. Yet, whenever he saw them together or heard them talk over the phone, his guts burnt with jealousy. El was a constant reminder of how Mike would never be his to love.
Normally sitting in a compartment with his friends would make Will happy but lately being with them made him feel alone.
Thus, the train ride had been, in Will's humble opinion, absolutely miserable. With Mike and El, in the seat next to him, not being able to stop kissing for 5 fucking minutes and Mike constantly shoving Will against the window to make room for their gross make-out session. To make matters worse, in the seat in front of him, Max and Lucas were loudly arguing but every 7 insults, they'd began to make-out sloppily.
It was as if both couples were in an intense competition of who could gross Will out more. Mike and El were clearly winning because at least Lucas and Max kiss lovingly while Mike and El just, ew.
Will was growing bored and he he'd brought his wizards chess set on board since it was one of his favorite games. Mike loved it too, and so maybe he wanted to play. Will remembered fondly how the both of them used to play it in Mike's basement. Secretly, Mike's basement felt more like home to Will than the house in which he lived. Since in Mike's basement he felt safe and mostly, loved.
So Will tapped Mike's shoulder in a poor attempt to draw his attention away from El. He was met with Mike huffing annoyed.
"Mike, do you wanna play wizards chess?" Will offered with a small smile.
"But now's not the time" complained Mike, throwing his head back.
"Is it? Is it not the time, Michael?" interrupted Will.
"Well, can I at least kiss El one last time?" giggled Mike.
"Oh, God." Max facepalmed.
Mike kissed El and reluctantly began to play. He constantly rolled his eyes, huffed and complained. Will tried to not feel hurt by his best friend's behavior but when Mike began to mock the game, something inside Will snapped.
"Fine! You win! Congratulations!" Will sneered as he got up from his seat, to leave.
"Will, I was just messing around!" Mike tried to stop Will from leaving but the other boy wasn't taking it. "Let's finish for real!"
"Just forget it Mike" sighed Will packing up the wizards chess.
"But I want to keep playing, ok?"
"I said forget it Mike, okay?" Will exclaimed "I'm going outside"
Mike put himself in between Will and the door.
"Move!" growled Will, pushing Mike and brushing passed him.
"Will, come on! You can't leave!" floundered Mike.
Bet, thought Will with bitterness.
"Listen, I said I was sorry, all right? It's a really cool game! I'm just busy with other stuff right now." Mike was clearly trying to excuse his actions but Will wasn't having it.
"Yeah, Mike, that's the problem: you guys are always busy and you're ruining The Party."
Will was finally getting to say all those things he'd felt over the the last month but hadn't told anyone out of fear. Out of fear of hurting Mike, but now Will couldn't give a fuck about Mike and his stupid feelings.
"That's just not true!" Mike shot defensively.
"Really? Where's Dustin now?" Will asked crossing his arms over his chest.
Mike remained silent as he pursed his lips.
Will asked this fully conscious Mike wouldn't know. Dustin was hanging out with Steve, someone who Dustin had bonded with over the summer. Will knew this because his brother Jonathan was Steve's boyfriend, and had told Will, Dustin tagged along on many of the couple's dates.
"See? You don't even know and you don't even care." Will spat "And obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him. You're ruining everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"
Will shouldn't have called El stupid, he knows but in the heat of the moment and with all the bubbling anger he felt, he couldn't care less.
"El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Mike yelled.
That felt like a blow in the gut, leaving Will breathless and trembling. This meant he was weak and men shouldn't be weak (or so his father had taught him and Jonathan). Still, as much as it hurt, he wouldn't cry. At least not in front of Mike.
Mike must have known he fucked up because his voice became softer and quieter.
"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk, ok?" Mike whispered but Will scoffed. "But we're not kids anymore, I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?''
Something in the way Mike said it sounded almost desperate and pleading.
"Yeah, I guess I did." hissed Will with venom and ironically Mike seemed more heartbroken than the brunet.
Will turned around on his heel and ran away towards the bathroom, trying to swallow the lump of rage he felt in his throat.
He truly was alone, he has no one to go to. He really didn't feel like going to his brother or mother and Robin was probably annoying (read: flirting with) Nancy.
When he opened the door and entered the bathroom, he sat under the sink and curled on himself. His breathing grew heavy as he repeated "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid" over and over like some sick mantra, until someone gently tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and saw Professor Creel looking at him concerned.
"Will? Are you ok?" the teacher asked sitting down next to Will.
"No, not really, Professor." he answered. He felt comfortable with Professor Creel, he was the head of Will's house, after all.
"Call me Henry." smiled the blond "Not feeling too good, huh? Well, I can't have Slytherin's best Beater not feel good, now can I?"
Will chuckled feeling proud. At least someone seemed to appreciate his Quidditch skills.
"You know when I feel sad I like to write about it in my diary. Here, I'm gonna give you this notebook so that you can use it as a diary, ok?"
Henry handed him a black notebook.
"Um, yeah, ok. Cool" Will took the notebook and held it gingerly.
"Well, I best be off. I was having quite the discussion with Professor Argyle about a muggle herb called cannabis." smiled Henry.
Will didn't care about Mike saying Henry was untrustworthy, Henry was a great person who cared about Will unlike Mike, his former best friend.
Henry got up and left the bathroom leaving Will alone, once again.
Since Will had nothing else to do he decided to go inside the nearest stall, sit down and write something in the diary. So he took out the spare quill and ink he always had on himself. After all, he was an artist.
"Hello, my name is Will Byers." he wrote.
His writing disappeared and instead another message appeared.
Hello Will, I'm 001.
Will stared at the notebook in shock.
"Are you alive?" Will wrote, quickly.
You could say that, yes. I'm a trapped consciousness inside of this diary, more precisely. Still, I once was a Hogwarts student, which I’m guessing you are, right?
“Yes, I’m from the Slytherin house and starting my third year!” he corresponded.
I was a Slytherin too, the best house. If I do say so myself.
Will chuckled, was Slytherin truly the best house? Everyone seemed to despise them. Yeah, there were a couple of assholes in the house, like Billy and Troy, but weren’t there assholes in every house?
Will could name a few ones out of the top of his head: Steve, a Gryffindor, used to be an asshole until Jonathan and him got into a fistfight; Fred Benson, a Ravenclaw, had apparently done some pretty fucked up stuff too; Jason Carver, another Gryffindor, was notorious for being extremely stuck up and throwing wild parties in the boy’s dorm (there were also rumors of him cheating on his girlfriend, poor Chrissy Cunningham, with several girls).
"Well, do you mind if I tell you something? You can’t tell anyone, though.” Will scribbled in his cursive writing.
Sure. Who would I tell anyways?
“Ok, well the thing is that….” Will recounted what happened with Mike and the further in the story, the tighter he gripped his quill. When he finished, he waited to see 001’s response:
That kid sounds like such an ass, not gonna lie. You should really stop considering him your best friend. Best friends don’t treat you like absolute garbage.
Will pondered this, and really, 001 was right.
This “conversation” kept on going for the rest of the train ride and school year. Will avoided The Party, except Max, at all costs and constantly run away to “talk” with 001 (much to Mike’s disgust and jealousy).
The year went by swiftly until the very last week of June, during which, Billy had begun a fire in the Forbidden Forest in a desperate attempt to break up Max and Lucas. Fortunately, neither Lucas or Max had been harmed but Billy died. The fire was known as The Great Fire of ‘85 and it left Max completely devastated. Mostly, because her step-brother had tried to murder her and Lucas for being an interracial couple. This left her with a huge emotional burden she’d only told Will.
Thanks to 001 he’d realized that he didn’t need to be friends that weren’t from his own house. 001 had taught Will new and more powerful spells, he’d also taught Will about how being a Slytherin mean being the best.
Now, Will was determined for Max to meet 001, his other best friend, and for him to teach Max all the things he’d taught Will. So he asked a delighted Professor Creel for another notebook for Max, who reluctantly accepted it. After a day of using it, she admitted to having loved the present.
Max and Will liked to gush about 001’s appearance and while Will imagined him as a handsome man, Max imagine him as a sickly old man. They loved their new friend and thought that 001 was the only friend they needed.
In their innocence, they both believed to have met an angel or even god, when they’d actually made a deal with the devil.
#Yeah I wrote malooban make out session thru Will’s pov just to slander them#Sue me#also pray for madwise cuz my babies be making a big mistake ngl#Madwise moments >>>#I had to include the rain fight ok?#Mike is just a confused teenager ok?#I’m a Mike apologist#he gonna suffer the next chapter m’kay?#I’m warning y’all now#BILLY SLANDER MY BELOVES#IT PHYSICALLY PAINED ME TO NOT WRITE BILLYS DEATH SO INCLUDED IT AND USED IT AS A CONVENIENT PLOT DEVICE#every time I mention Billy’s racism I get +20 years of life back#Also fun fact#i wanted to include a part in which Will mentions that Chrissy cheated on Jason with Robin but then secretly began to date Vickie#In the end it didn’t fit and I cut it out but i wanted y’all to know#byler#will byers#byler brainrot#mike wheeler#byler au#byler fanfic#byler ficlet#byler angst#byler fic#madwise#el hopper#lucas sinclair#STONATHAN AND RONANCE ARE MY BABIES AND I WILL GO DOWN WITH THEM 🔥🔥🔥🔥#harry potter byler au
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This episode had so many turns, even though it was a combat episode. It was an interesting listen because I listened to it 3 times today (the hyperfixation is real, y'all) and still feel like I haven't fully processed it. I think it's because I can usually sit back more for combat-heavy episodes.
First, we get Dood. He is adorable. Like, I don't blame the players for treating them like the squishy baby he is. I can't wait to get more Dood.
Then, we get some wonderful kiddad moments. Mostly with Lark, which makes sense, because, you know, this is his whole thing. The moment with Lark and Normal was soooo gooood. Thank you Will Campos for that.
But all the stuff with Nicky has been hilarious the past couple of episodes - Wait! How is Nick with them? He was at Cassandra's house?
Then there's Willy. (And Anthony's frustration). Anthony clearly had plans. So first, he tries to just persuade the Doodler. That fails. So, ok, he'll use Dominate Beast. Linc dispels it. Oooookaaay, so now he'll convince it to become corporeal. Cool. That works. Now it's collar time. But wait. Linc is grappling him. And by the way, all the minions in the fight get sent away from Scary's Mass Suggestion (that's what Willy gets for powering up our girl boss). And then it's like, ok, I can't just have Willy get killed. He's the Big Bad. I guess it's time to bamf him out of here. It's weird to be rooting for all these bad things to happen to Willy while feeling bad that it's ruining Anthony's plans. Alas, we shall have to just dread what the horrible man is going to do next.
Finally, Ron. Like... what??? I think there was a general feeling that he was going to come back in some capacity, but... he's in heaven? And he's been sending messages to Terry? Why hasn't Terry been getting them? (Glad to see Mae Hales back by the way).
So... I still don't know where this show is headed. Are we heading into the "grandparent" arc? Maybe we'll do some more realm hopping to find all the grandparents? (Is Heaven the Ethereal Plane?) Is Dood just a part of the party? What awaits everyone back in the Forgotten Realms?
I'm really curious what the next episode is going to be. I'm hoping it will be the "here's what the next arc looks like" that I was hoping today's episode was going to be.
Things I wonder:
I wonder why Dood didn't recognize Lark and Sparrow. It lived inside of them for a while, you'd think it would recognize them.
Why is Mae Hales just now getting all these messages from Ron? Really trying not to think about how Ron's been trying to tell Terry how much he loved him for 27 years and none of them got through?
What are the kiddads going to do now? Are they all gonna travel as a big party? They can't go after Willy - they're not allowed to hurt him.
What's going to happen with Cassandra?
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndads spoilers#s2ep39#so many thoughts today#can't believe I've listened to today's episode 3 times already#so many questions#and super excited about where it's going#I've been wanting to see the grandparents again#So that's my hope#Starting with Ron
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Word count: I forgot my dudes lol
THIS IS A BLACK BNHA FIC‼️
DONT LIKE? DONT READ MF‼️
"Alright ladies, I'm back from the mall with some items I need you to try on!”
Yanni exclaimed excitedly as she tossed the bags she held on the bed the three of you, Yanni, Monique, and yourself, shared. You all grew up together, went to the same school, and graduated together, so it made sense to move in with each other. You could all afford to buy your own beds, but you, along with your two roommates, enjoyed the cuddling.
"Aht, now you gotta tell us what you have planned," Mo said, eyeing the shopping bags hard while you sat next to her with a straight face. Knowing Yanni, it was probably another night out at a club.
"Okay fine. Y'all know Dynamite, right? The Hero? Well, he invited me to his homie's house party tonight and I'm taking my two favorite girls with me."
"Dynamite? We're supposed to believe that YOU know him and he knows you..? Girl..." You gave her the 'your deadass?' look before rolling your eyes and waving her off. Yanni had a little crush on the Hero for a while now and somehow he magically knows her all of a sudden?
"Really? How do you know Dynamite?" Mo asked, arching a brow at her friend and Yanni smiled in response with a little blush on her golden-brown face. You placed your thumb under your chin and thought about her words for a while until it finally popped up in your head. With a hand over your mouth and wide eyes, you start to shake Mo's shoulder with your other hand.
"YOU'RE...FUCKING...DYNAMITE?" Mo made the 'OOP' noise right before the three of you squealed like school girls.
"Now how did you get his mean ass to notice you?" You skeptically asked with your arms crossed. The man stayed with a scowl on him and of all people, why DYNAMITE? The dude was mean and cold to everyone, even his girl fans.
"That's a story for another time! Now hurry up and try on these clothes, we gotta party to go to tonight." Yanni spoke before going to the bathroom to freshen up her makeup.
"I'm gonna go get y'all some jewelry, I'll be right back." Yanni says while applying another glossy coat of lip gloss as she makes her way towards the door again.
"Why can't we use your stuff? You have more than enough." You say with a hand on your hip and Mo nods her head in agreement.
"Y/n you still owe me a 50K pearl necklace and Mo, you lost my favorite diamond choker. I'm not lending you two bamsee-holes anything else." Yanni says before leaving through the door again. Both you and Mo look away at the same time, biting both of your fists in embarrassment. You forgot about that pearl necklace incident. Reaching into one of the bags, Mo pulls out a brown leather dress that came with black and white spotted thigh high heels.
"Oh, these are cute!" Mo chirped happily as she glanced over her outfit for tonight. You could always count on Yanni to keep her girls looking like baddies. With a lazy grunt, you reach over to the other bag before pulling it over to you. Reaching in, you take out your assumed outfit and squint with puckered lips. It was another leather dress that looked as if it would go all the way down to your shins. Something you could barely move in.
"Now how am I s'pose throw ass in this?" Tossing the dress to the side, you look in your bag again to see if there was anything else to wear. With that big of a smile on your face, thankfully there was. You pull out another dress from the bag and your eyes lit up because you knew you could make something shake with this. It was an olive green dress with decorated holes on the sleeves and both sides of the dress. The fabric was soft like leggings and with the type of ass you had??? They might as well call you thunder booty! With a glance at the clock, you get up to start changing.
"What time did she say the party started, Mo?" You asked and she shrugged so the two of you squeezed into the bathroom together to change just in case. It was 10:30 PM already, so you assumed it would start around 11:00, and knowing Yanni, she wouldn't tell you the time until it was last minute.
~~~~~~~~~~TIMESKIP~~~~~~~~~
"Alright now, girls! Is your makeup done? Is your hair done? Jewelry on?" Yanni called back to you and Mo as the three of you stepped out of her Bugatti that was parked outside the gates of what looked like a mansion.
"I gotta do my lips real quick since we barely had time to get everything else done, damnit." You mumbled as you dug in your purse for your gloss. As you applied, you could hear music blaring from within the large house, the song "Buss It" making you dance a little in the seat. Afterwards, you climb out of the car and walk up to the gate where a HUGE group of people waited just to get inside. Yanni led you and Mo to the very front, ignoring the complaints from the crowd, and tried walking past the security guards but they wouldn't let them through.
"Hello? I'm Yanni Aoyama, the model?? Let us through." The guards shook their heads and continued to stay in y'all's way.
"I know Dynamite, he's the one that invited us," Yanni spoke and pointed back at you and Mo. The two guards looked at each other and laughed.
"We've heard that one before, princess. BACK OF THE LINE!" The guard yelled and that was when you heard a loud, deep 'AYE' from within the gates. Looking between the bars of the gate, you could see Kendrell Bakugo, better known as Dynamite, walking down some steps shirtless with a Hennessy bottle in his hand. His cuban link chain and studded earrings sparkled from the moonlight. Intense, blood-red eyes glance over to Yanni then at the guards.
"Didn't I say if a blonde walks up in this bitch like she owns the place, to let her in? Let my girl in and stop fuckin' with me." His voice dropped a couple of octaves and that made the guards finally let you three in followed by a 'yes sir, sorry sir.' You watched as Yanni ran up to Dynamite, kissing him on the lips before hugging him. So she WASN'T bull shitting earlier.
"Look, I wanna introduce you to my friends." Yanni chirped as she brought him over. Dynamite nodded his head to both you and Mo.
"Remember I told you about Mo, the one who was obsessed with Cellophane? And Y/N is the one that liked Red Riot." Yanni explained to him and he smirked while wrapping his arm around Yanni's shoulder.
"So you like Cellophane and you like big homie, Red Riot?"
He took a sip from his bottle before continuing,
"You're their type, you know? Told 'em to look out for a couple of girls like you. My guy, Cellophane, likes big-headed women." He points to Mo who blushed from embarrassment and from the fact that she could potentially be with someone who appreciated her forehead size :(
"No disrespect, ma, you're still cute though. Look at Rihanna, her head is big as hell but she's still fine as hell, too." Yanni gently yet firmly jabbed his side with her elbow, signaling for him to stop being mean. Again, what did she see in him?
"And you, you're decent. For Red Riot, at least." He snorted from his corny joke and you rolled your eyes. Boo🍅🍅🍅you were throwing tomatoes at him in your mind.
"You ain't skinny-" Yanni pinched his earlobe hard and he cursed under his breath from the pain. It's crazy how she's the only one that could do that without being blown up.
"You didn't let me finish, fuck! Look, you're not skinny, but that's a good thing. Red likes the chubby, thick women. Especially ones with attitude." He sips from his bottle again, eyeing you hard.
"Anyway, all the Heroes are inside in a dance circle. You'll find the bastards in there." You nod and head your way to the front doors of the mansion with Mo at your side.
"You coming, Yanni?" You flip your hair over your shoulder before looking back to see Yanni having her neck attacked by Dynamite with kisses and bites. Oh, she was getting some action later.
"Come on, Mo, let's get inside." The closer you got to the doors, the more you could feel the vibrations through them from the music being loud as hell. The song '10 Bandz' had just gone off and the song 'Look At Me Now' started to play. Opening the door, you walk in with Mo right behind you and your eyes adjust to the colorful lights flashing everywhere along with what looked like smoke coming from a mini fog machine. You didn't expect anything less from a hood-ass house party. There were red cups and bottles everywhere on the ground and the whole place smelled like weed and sweat. Pretty sure you found some panties and bras too.
"Mo, if niggas get to shootin' we're running out of here like tomb raiders. Do you understand?" You playfully made a running motion in place and the two of you giggle at the joke that could very much happen at things like this. Dynamite was right though, there was a dance circle going on and a large one too.
"You wanna get something to drink first or see what's happening in that circle?" You asked Mo who was looking around nervously. She was watching out for Cellophane.
"Drinks it is, then!" You cheer while guiding your friend to the bar where two people were making out. You ordered a glass of water and something strong for yourself. You needed a buzz to start dancing and acting a fool. You wouldn't remember it either way tomorrow. All of a sudden, the music stopped playing and everyone got quiet. Looking up, you see a man with a black mullet standing on the second floor with chains dangling around his neck. He wore a black wife beater and yellow sweatpants. Looking down at the crowd, the man who goes by Hasani Sero, better known as Cellophane, started rapping lyrics to a song loud enough for everyone to hear.
I got yo' bitch in a headlocc,
fucked on that bitch, then I sped off
Hit the gas, lookin' for red dots?
Cellophane asked as if the lyric was a question to be answered. He sipped from his red cup and smiled after getting the reaction he wanted. The crowd all yelled out in unison, screaming 'HEADLOCC' right before the song 'Headlocc' by Yella Beezy started playing right after and everything got loud again. That was one hell of an entrance. You looked over at Mo and saw her fidgeting in her seat and slowly sipping her water.
"There goes your man, girl~.." You tease Mo and she gulped while watching Cellophane make his way downstairs to finally join the party, his head bobbing to the beat of the music. Out of the entire squad, Cellophane had to be the finest. Well, the second finest. Okay no, he was the third because Big M was fine as hell too. But something about Desmond...UGH, they were all fine.
The only one that stood out the most to you though, was Elijah. Better known as Red Riot.
God, that man DOES things to you, even now you could feel the butterflies in your stomach just from thinking about him. He was tall, standing at a good 6'7, so you would have to look up at him. That man was swole and he looked so strong! Not to mention the tattoos he had. Those turned you on. The chain he wore, the locs, his lips, AND OH LAWD, the GRILLZ he wore! Red Riot was finer than fine. You take a sip of your drink and look around the room. It was lit tonight, even though you weren't the party type. If it had been someone else telling you there was a party tonight, you wouldn't have come at all.
"Alright now, imma need all the baddies in this mothafucker to get in the circle and show daddy electro what you can do!" Yelled Desmond, better known as Chargebolt. He sounded drunk from how he slurred his words through the mic. Right before he passed out, though, the song 'Get Low' began to play and you couldn't resist the intro to the song. The drink you had earlier started to get to you and the song was a CLASSIC banger.
"Come on, Mo, let's pop our puss-" you looked back and saw no one there. She must've gone along without you. You squeezed and moved your way through the crowd to find a good spot to dance in until someone bumped into you who was dancing a little too hard.
"Aye, watch it-" you began but then realized who it was.
"Oh hey, I found you again!" Yanni spoke loudly to make sure you heard her over the loud music. Grabbing your wrist, she drags you towards the front of the circle.
"Mo's in the center of the circle and she's dancing on Cellophane! You gotta see!" You two made it to the front and there she was, moving and shaking her ass on Hasani, who looked like he enjoyed it. With every movement she made, he would follow along with his hips up against her ass. Sigh, your second girl was gonna get some action later, too. You cheered for Monique as she continued to dance on her celebrity crush. The quiet girl was throwing ass, who would've thought.
"OOH, I love this song!" Yanni giggled while swaying her hips to the intro of 'Have Mercy' by Chloe that played next. In the mixture of people, Yanni managed to have a little space of her own to start dancing to the beat of the song, her hips wining in all directions. You respected and went by the girl code, so you instinctively went behind Yanni to make sure no one would even THINK about coming up behind her. With the liquor still in your system, you decide to start dancing too, right next to your friend. The two of you laugh and hype each other up as you both throw some ass! Yanni made it bounce and you threw yours in a circle and you had fun while doing it.
The next few songs came and went and you had eventually taken off your heels because they were KILLING your feet. Sitting down with another drink in your hand, you watched Yanni dance with Kendrell and the look on her face made you smile. She deserved to be this happy all the time. You were about to call it quits and let her know you were ready to go, that was until you heard the all too familiar 'MM MM MM MM MM MM LEMME TALK TO 'EM' of the next song playing. Apple. Bottom. Jeans. A hood classic! Downing your last drink, you make your way towards the center of the circle with Yanni and Mo right behind you. Y'all were here to fuck it up on the dance floor! After the beat dropped, you dropped it to the floor twerking low to the ground with Yanni and Mo screaming as they cheered you on.
"What yall know about this?" You say jokingly, trying to impersonate an old man. You were having so much fun that you didn't even notice a certain pair of red eyes staring you down hard. At the 'shawty got low' part, Yanni and Mo and every other person made their way down to the floor before slowly bringing it back up again. Right in the middle of the song, Hasani and Elijah themselves, the tallest dudes in here, make their way to the center. The 'Entertainers' that everyone loved at every party. The two were goofballs, but they knew how to keep a party going.
"THAT'S WHAT I TOLD HER, HER LEGS ON MY SHOULDERS..." Yelled Elijah after being handed a mic to sing along with the rest of the song. He shook his red locs and bobbed his head violently with Hasani as he continued. Hearing his deep voice rapping the lyrics made butterflies invade your stomach again. He was so HOT.
To keep everything cool and calm, you continued to dance with Yanni and Mo, ignoring the tall man at all costs. Well, you tried to at least. You were getting into it again and didn't even notice someone was approaching you. Mo and Yanni noticed and motioned for everyone to make a new circle around you and the man behind you. You didn't understand what was happening until you felt someone bump roughly into you from behind, almost knocking you over.
"Gah damn! Watch it! You're not trying to fuc-" You turn around to give the person a piece of your mind until you see who it was.
"-k me.."
Elijah smiled a sharp, toothy grin and showed off his grill and dimples as he gripped your hips and pulled you back against him.
"Show me what ya' got~.." He says, a little demanding, but you give him exactly what he asked for. You danced on him and you twerked on him and he was catching it ALL. His hips moved in sync with your ass and you could low-key feel something else rubbing against you, but you decided to ignore it for now. You look around for your friends but you can't see them. You were alone on the dance floor throwing it back on Red Riot.
#black bnha#black Kirishima#black Aoyama#black Bakugo#black yaoyorozu#kirishima x black reader#mha#bnha#jordy writes ✍🏾
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꧁•⊹٭𝐭𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧٭⊹•꧂
guys!!! we're at fucking 1K - like... WHAT?!?!?
first of all, i want to thank y'all so much for reading my stuff and always being so sweet in the comments, reblogs and tags and for being patient with me. might be a small number for some but i never expected to reach this many followers, so i'm over the moon! i love all of you, truly. 💕 💫
i've been falling in and out of inspiration when it comes to writing lately, but ofcourseee i want to do something for this lil celebration - also bc it's someone's birthday on sunday. ;)
so, continue under the cut to see my lil prompt list and slip into my inbox with a number!
if you request a prompt, let me know if you have any specific era in mind, modern!elvis or one of his movie characters if it's not mentioned already! 💕
written prompts:
#1 - trying to surprise each other with a party on your shared birthday
#2 - baking him a cake but dropping it on accident right before serving it
#3 - ordering a cake but accidentally having a children's cake delivered instead
#4 - forgetting his birthday and him pretending to be mad about it but in reality, he just likes hearing you apologize over and over again while trying to make it up to him
#5 - birthday sex
#6 - first date at the movies including tension and awkward first kisses in the dark
#7 - having to pick him up from a night out bc he's too drunk to drive (or walk)
#8 - 7 minutes in heaven | college setting
#9 - the dinner served at a charity event you attended sucked, so now you're stuffing your faces in the mcdonalds parking lot
#10 - sitting on his lap while feeding him chocolate covered strawberries | 70s!el
#11 - making him dye your hair and he fucks up - cue the chaos.
dialogue:
#12 - "what happens in vegas, stays in vegas."
#13 - "i said step on the brake, y/n, not the gas!" "i'm trying, elvis!"
#14 - "happy birthday!" "you're a day too early." "shit."
#15 - "my balls are sticky as hell." "i really did not need to know that information, but thanks for sharing."
#16 - "a little lower. no, more to the right. up, up - ahhh yes."
#17 - "how the fuck do we get out of this?" "i'm guessing with lots of bruises. maybe even some broken bones." "ha ha."
#18 - "i-is that a tattoo?" "... we've been going out for three years."
#19 - "i traveled all over the city looking for good rocking tonight." "why don't you come down to my house and i'll give it to you?" | 50s!elvis
#20 - "please tell me you know what you're doing." "i don't but that's the fun part."
#21 - "wanna make out?"
#22 - "it hurts!" "hold still, you big baby."
special little thanks to my lovely @woundmetender & @eliseinmemphis for giving me inspiration for some of these. 💗
there's a lot of people i should be tagging but you know me; a bitch is lazy so AGAIN thank youuuuu guys, i love y'all so much. mwah! 💋⚡
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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Four
A/N: Hello I have returned with yet another chapter for y'all to feed on! I am lowkey so happy the fanfic's going on for so long cuz I have a history of abandoning projects after like the third chapter, so clearly tis a sign I might actually keep this fic long running for years and years to come :D I know I have a lot of ideas for it so I'm def taking a few years on this one but oh well I'm having fun. Hope you guys like this one, tidepod duo is one of my favs and I got to implement some of my own lore bits here and there and foreshadow certain things... Also can y'all believe the Hidden City Zoo was mentioned in one of the episodes but we never got to actually see it like fuck u Nickelodeon, now I'm forced to write a self-indulgent fanfic so my brain can finally rest >:( But yee tell me your fav parts if y'all feel like it <3
Also! Credit to: @sweaterrat for being my beloved beta reader, and my irl friend "The Leo Hater Reading a Leo Fanfic" for inspiring some quotes~
*Phuphu means "paternal aunt" in Bangla
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Disclaimer: Chapter involves themes of abusive family, mention of death, violence, and curse words. If you're sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe! <3
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“Remember we’ll be back by nine, this place better be spotless or you’re staying up and making sure it is!”
“I know Phuphu*, I’ve got it. You and Meeta just enjoy your day.”
My aunt called for her daughter who was still at the mirror adjusting how she looked, smoothening out her patterned gold dress and putting any flyaway strands back in place. They were both going to a birthday party for one of my aunt’s friend’s sister’s brother-in-law’s son and, as usual, I wasn’t invited. Instead, I got tasked with keeping the apartment in check while they’re gone in case there’s an explosion or something. They never give me a better reason.
“Hurry up child, we’re going to be late!”
“Mommy you’re the one who always says beauty takes time.”
Meeta took one last look in the mirror and joined her mom at the door.
“Well, don’t you look stunning!”
“Um, of course I do? Have I ever not looked perfect?” There it is, my ever so humble cousin. I mean don’t get me wrong I admire her confidence, just crosses a line when she starts putting others down for not looking as good as her. And by others I mostly mean me.
But regardless, it was true. Meeta did look stunning all day everyday. She’s only fifteen but still considered the beauty of our family, especially to our relatives outside America. Tall, dark eyes, milky skin. Shiny black hair done up in a tight bun. Meeta takes great care to always look picture perfect.
I waved goodbye as they left for the party. It did feel a little bad, never getting to tag along and join them anywhere. But then again, eight years of technically being in debt to my aunt didn’t exactly leave any respect for me so parties are the least of my concerns. She acts as if not yelling at me for one minute would end with tragedy just because she’s letting me stay here for free. My only form of compensation: taking care of the house. Cleaning, shopping, running errands, all that jazz. It’s either that or a job so I chose household chores, it’s got more perks.
Like getting to choose my own schedule! As always, I was told ahead of time that they’d be out today so while my aunt and Meeta were sleeping last night, I got the majority of the cleaning done (with the exception of their rooms, of course). I asked Jaiden if we could hang out today and miraculously they agreed so I had to make sure today's cleaning would take no more than an hour, even if that sacrificed a little bit of sleep yesterday. All I’ve gotta do now is just some light sweeping. Totally worth it in my opinion.
Soon after I was done, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and saw it was a call from Jaiden. Fumbling with the buttons I eventually managed to answer.
“Jaiden? Are you out already? Give me like ten minutes I’ll-”
“I can’t make it.”
Wait, what? “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I can’t make it today, something came up. I just wanted to quickly call you and let you know.”
Beep!
They hung up.
My heart sank thinking about their words. Something came up? I’ve been so excited to hang out with Jaiden all day and now something came up? We already haven’t spent much time together lately. They don’t talk as much at school and stopped responding to my texts. I got worried I did something wrong but every time I’d gain the courage to ask they’d just say they were low on energy and I’d accept that answer because what else could I do? After all of this time of practically begging them, I finally got them to agree on making plans in hopes we could talk and now today of all days something just happened to come up?
I sighed and quickly returned to rationality. It must be a last minute situation, I mean they barely even called for a minute. Probably something important or maybe a parent randomly said no. Jaiden did say their parents are a bit flip-floppy. Either way, no point in getting mad at Jaiden, it’s not in their control. I begrudgingly shoved my phone back in my pocket and paced around the house trying to entertain myself. I’ve already cleaned every nook and cranny I could bullshit into justifying as a mess so that’s not an option. I don’t really have any inspiration to work on my art or writing either.
I went into my room and flopped on the bed.
Ugh, this sucks! It’s only three pm, I still have so many hours to kill. Maybe I should just take a nap.
Before I could try to doze off to dreamland, a sound forced my eyes back open.
A knock? At my window?
But when I stuck my head outside no one was there. So either the wind was being a little bitch or I’m so depressed I’m hallucinating. I groaned and was about to go back to bed but, the very second I turned my back, two voices shouted in unison before I got tackled to the ground.
“Surprise attack!”
My poor back stung against the hard floor as the two mutant idiots curled around me.
“Leo, Mikey! I missed you guys! But, um, I do still need to breathe.”
We sat up, still on the floor and my soul eventually returned to my body.
Mikey flashed a vibrant grin “So, whatcha doing? Any plans or are you free today!? Please say you’re free!”
“Oh, I am now, I guess. I was supposed to hang out with a friend but they canceled last minute so my day just about cleared up.”
“Aww sorry to hear that Salena.” And he’s back to hugging. I’d be more annoyed if Mikey didn’t give such great hugs, he’s as soft as a sponge. “But, on the bright side, that means you can come hang out with us now! Leo and I were planning on going to a zoo and-”
“A ZOO!?”
Am I dreaming because holy daze it feels like I am! I could barely contain my giddy giggles the entire walk over.
“I’ve always wanted to go to a zoo literally my entire life! Getting up close and personal with all the amazing different animals! I mean don’t get me wrong, books are great but it’d be so different to see one in person! I feel like I’d get carried away and go inside the enclosure, though, but that’s fine! Just the usual intrusive thoughts and stuff!”
“Hey Salena, love the enthusiasm and it’s really great to see you so happy but, maybe you should save your energy for when we actually get there?”
“Sorry! I’m just so excited!”
“Yeah, I had a feeling you’d enjoy this.” He smiled and turned back to Mikey. “Hey Angelo, we there yet?”
“Yepperoni! Just give it a sec and let the Master of Mystic Arts do his thing.” Mystic arts?
He held out his hands and they started glowing. Contrasting with the neon blue I’m used to seeing, a portal opened up in sunset colors.
“Guys, am I missing something? Why are we opening a portal?” I glanced over at Leo for some answers only to be met by his stupid amused smirk.
“So, we may have hidden a tiny little detail about this zoo trip.”
“Damn, you don’t say?”
Mikey, the only thing between me and the glowing mystery hole, stepped off to the side. “We weren’t just gonna go to any regular zoo. We’re going to the Hidden City Zoo!”
Hidden City? Oh wait, that’s the place Raph talked about, the reason why there were so many Yōkai near my house! This is probably one of the gateways to it? I leaned in a bit closer, a little more cautious than usual. It sounded thrilling to explore the Hidden City but a zoo? What kind of animals could a mutant zoo have?
“Um, we’re not gonna get immediately mauled death by some crazy rabid mutant lion or something, right?”
“Dunno. Only one way to find out!”
“What.”
The blue bastard pushed me through without hesitation as my poor knees made contact with the hard, rocky surface on the other side. I thought of letting my violent desires get the better of me for a minute. Until...
The new world in front of me left me starstruck.
The sky painted in various hues of pink and gold, an enormous entrance built on seafoam-colored stone displaying the words Hidden City Zoo. Peeking inside it only got better, the place was littered with wild and wacky creatures I’ve never even dreamed could exist! And in the distance, I think I can make out a rollercoaster?
It seems like Mikey’s in just as much awe as I am “Omigosh look at how big it is! And it has an amusement park nearby? This place is even cooler than I thought!”
“Dudes, what’d I tell you, this was totally a great idea! Ugh, I should’ve gone here last time instead of that stupid spa.”
“Why didn’t you just go after the spa?”
“Oh cause we all got thrown in jail. A dumb bird and an evil wig framed me for theft so that kinda took up the whole day.”
“But Dad and I bailed them out and saved the day! Who’s the best turtle now Leon~”
A giggle escaped my lips “The fact that I’m not even surprised. Now c’mon, enough blabbering, we gotta go explore!”
A mutant zoo is somehow exactly what I expected it to be but also completely different at the same time. Most of these guys look like regular animals, just bigger and louder. But a few others actually reminded me of more traditional Yōkai I saw in a book about Japanese folklore. I remember Mom used to hate how interested I was in it, which was pretty strange since she herself was Japanese. That was the only thing I ever knew of her heritage. She kept trying to tell me Yōkai knowledge was useless and I’d have way more fun learning about real animals instead. Unfortunately for her, my curiosity was not one to be quenched so I simply ended up learning about both.
I looked at one of the bear Yōkai, they’re called onikuma I think. We made eye contact and either I need to get my vision checked or it just smiled at me. Weren’t these supposed to be wild animals? Come to think of it actually, the more Yōkai-looking creatures resembled the mutants outside the zoo enclosures more than the ones inside. You know, the guys walking around on two feet wearing clothes and taking pictures on their phones the same way we were and are very obviously not wild animals.
“Whatcha writing, Salena?” the tangerine looked over my shoulder while I was typing on my notes app.
“Oh, just trying to learn a bit more about these guys. I don’t know why but something just feels-”
Before I could finish my sentence, my stomach chose violence sending a sharp pain through my body as it rumbled louder than a whale call.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to eat today.”
“You do that too?”
Mikey let out a dramatically loud gasp “What is wrong with y’all? How can anyone forget to eat? We’re getting food right now.”
“Chillax Mikey, I’ll be fine! We can wait a little-”
“Don’t make me go Doctor Delicate Touch on you.”
“N-Nevermind.”
We were unwillingly dragged by the terrifying midget to a food booth nearby. I mean, it’s not too bad honestly, the food in the Hidden City is way better than in New York. We got a super delicious burger packed with juicy meat, creamy cheese, tomatoes that actually taste like something, and… worm fries. I avoided that last delicacy but Leo seemed to enjoy it. Mikey on the other hand wrote down every tiny detail while rambling to himself the whole time.
“Don’t mind him, Mikey loves to cook. Sometimes he tries remaking recipes of any food we liked outside.”
“Ahem, I don’t just recreate them, I improve them!”
I looked at the giant burger in my hands amazed at Mikey’s confidence. “You want to improve this? This is literally the best burger I’ve ever had in my life! How could you top this?”
“Yeah, Miguel, you sure you’re good enough for this one?” He glared as Leo playfully stuck out his tongue.
“You’ll just have to wait and be impressed! But on another note, how’re you doing Salena? Enjoying the day so far?”
“Enjoying doesn’t even begin to describe it! Everything is so cool here! I’ve always wanted to go to a zoo like this. I bugged my parents about it a lot when I was younger but we never had enough money for the tickets and stuff. They promised they’d take me one day but…” They died before they could.
I never realized how I completely forgot about that. Life got so busy that getting upset over zoos seemed too silly to do anymore.
I snapped back to reality feeling the boys’ eyes on me.
“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin the mood-”
They hugged me.
“It’s a good thing we took you here then!”
“Yeah, consider it a thank you gift for Mr. and Mrs. Moni.”
This feels… warm. And familiar? It’s a hug. I’ve hugged plenty of people. But those hugs felt different. I feel so small right now and that’s strangely a good thing. Everything is warm and cozy and a little dreamy.
I think the last time a hug felt like this was when my parents were still here.
The rest of the day went by delightfully. We took a stupid amount of pictures - mostly because Leo wanted to boast to Raph and Donnie later - and Mikey even dragged us on to a few of the rides at the amusement park. The mood felt a little softer than before. I’m not entirely used to it but I honestly don’t mind.
But as usual, the pleasantly chill vibe can never last for too long. A loud crash grabbed our attention towards one of the exhibits where a bunch of employees were scrambling around with cages in their arms. Mikey managed to stop one of them mid-panic to ask what’s going on.
“Something broke the glass and now they all escaped!”
I caught Leo inspecting the broken glass. Following his eyes, they landed on what seemed to be a giant crab claw. He quickly noticed the two culprits in the distance frolicking around in acrobat uniforms and groaned. “Ugh, I think I know who that something was.”
“Who are those guys?”
“The Sando brothers. We just can’t enjoy a single day of peace can we?” Mikey grit his teeth with a murderous glint in his eyes. Like I said, soft as a sponge. Just when he’s mad, he’s as soft as a sponge left out too long without water.
The employee was focused more on the escaped critters and rushed off before we could ask anything else. “They’ll wreck everything! We need to catch them before they wreck everything!”
“Hey wait! What animal got loose!?”
I squinted at the label trying to read the small text, immediately filled with dread now understanding everyone’s panic. One of the raccoon-sized demons hissed to my right, preparing to pounce.
“Uh, guys? This was a shrew enclosure!”
“A what enclosure?”
“Duck!”
“Wha- GAH!” It would seem I managed to avoid it at the expense of traumatizing the blueberry. “GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!”
Mikey kicked the shrew off revealing poor Leo’s scratched up and terrified face. “Why are they so violent!?”
“They’re shrews, that’s their job! But they’re usually no bigger than a human palm, I can’t believe ooze could supersize them that much.” I quickly wrote down the new info on my phone as Mikey helped Leo up.
“Leo, what’s the plan?”
He looked at the crabs while dusting himself off “We should probably take care of the circus clowns before they destroy anything else. What do ya say, Angelo? Think you can keep up with professional acrobats?”
“You know I can! Cowabunga!”
“Wait! What do I do?”
“Oh, Mikey and I can take care of this. You don’t wanna just lay low till we’re back?”
“And let you two hog all the fun? I thought you knew me better than that.”
He softly chuckled “Right, adrenaline junkie, how could I forget?” He looked at the several mutant shrews raging havoc all over the place “Well, we could use someone to help catch the… shrews right? You seem to know a bunch about them. Maybe you could help make sure they don’t destroy the whole place.”
My eyes lit up “You got it chief!”
“If you need any help, holler!”
I went over to the employees. Some of them were still trying to capture the tiny devils while a few others were getting a mystic wall ready where the glass broke, I’m assuming to temporarily keep them in. I’ll need a plan to get all the shrews in there. Mindlessly chasing around already proved to be a fail.
I know I definitely read about this before. Shrews are carnivorous, they like eating things like snails and slugs but those were the regular-sized shrews. What could I feed these giants?
Think, think, think. There’s gotta be something around here I can bait them with…
“Wait! The burgers! Of course!”
I bolted inside a kitchen and scanned around for any giant clumps of meat.
“Hey, kid! Who are you, what are you even doing here?”
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Shrew problems.”
“What?”
I looked past the confused guy and saw what I was looking for. Shoving down my guilt, I grabbed a bunch of bacon patties and ran out the kitchen.
“Hey!”
“I’m sorry, it’s a necessary sacrifice!”
Back outside, I found a shrew and waved one of the patties, catching its attention.
“Over here, buddy!” Usually, thin bacon strips would be enough to lure them but I figured giant meat circles were more appropriate for these guys.
Once I got it close enough to the enclosure, I threw the patty in letting the shrew jump after it, getting trapped behind the transparent magic wall. One by one, all the menace mice were eventually recaptured. Not gonna lie, I’m still a little surprised it actually worked.
“Salena, look out!”
I dodged to Mikey’s instruction just in time for another giant crab claw to fly bullet-speed past me getting absorbed into the wall. It would seem mystic glass can’t really be broken, good thing too since the shrews escaping again would’ve broken my will to live alongside it.
Unfortunately, I spent too long collecting myself and got snatched up by the back of my shirt, now facing the presumed Sando brothers.
“Look Carl, it’s the gross little human that keeps ruining our plan!”
“Ha! Look at it swing!”
“Put me down you bald red freak!”
He suddenly looked at me in pain as if my dream of breaking his dumb claws open had actually come true “B-bald?..”
“Did you just call my brother bald!?”
“I can’t believe that’s the part you’re focused on.”
“I… I used to be so beautiful with my luscious long locks before I got turned into this! You still got to keep your hair, why was life so cruel to me!?” The red nuisance began pouring a waterfall of tears.
“See what you did!? Now you made him cry! Hey, it’s alright Ben, that human doesn’t know beauty when they see it.” Are you serious.
“You’re right! We should do something awful to it! Something that’ll make them regret calling me bald!”
“Yeah like!.. Like…”
“Ooh, I know! We should eat it!”
“DUDE! Why is that the first thing you think of!?”
A familiar taunting voice joined in the conversation “Lame! You guys are so awful at plans, no wonder you got outsmarted by a regular ol’ human!” I’d be offended if I wasn’t preoccupied with my confusion.
“Excuse me!? Did you just call my brother lame!?”
“Why does the universe hate me today!?”
“I’d like to see you idiots do any better!”
“Oh-ho we could do so much better, right Mikey?”
“What are you guys-”
“Duh! I mean there are rollercoasters everywhere and they didn’t even realize higher ground would speed things up by a trillion.”
HUH!? “No no no no no no! We do not need to go higher ground!”
“Hey come to think of it, Mike, dropping someone from a high place is a pretty heinous thing to do, too. Way worse than eating them.”
“OH YOU TWO ARE SO DEAD IF I’M NOT!”
“Ben, they actually have a point.”
“Y-yeah they kinda do… Welp doesn’t matter if we take credit for it, anyway! See ya later, jerks!”
They jumped onto the coaster as I helplessly awaited my fate, praying the dumbass turtles had some sort of plan and didn’t just use me as live bait for the crab monsters.
“Look down at your death tiny pest! I bet it’d take you days just to finally hit the ground!”
“Woah, you really think we’re that high up, Ben?”
“Yeah! Or actually, no not really, I think it’ll only take like a minute or something.”
“Really? That doesn’t sound as cool. Should we go higher ground-”
“UGH! Why does it matter, I’m dead either way you buffoons!”
“Oh yeah, good point.” He let go of me and off I was screaming as I fall to my doom.
But just above me, a pair of chains wrapped around the rollercoaster and snapped it like a stick, sending idiot crab men falling down with me. Still in shock, I didn’t notice the blue katana fly by, teleporting a smirking turtle just in time to catch me.
“Leo?”
“Missed me?~” He drew his blade mid-air and opened a portal landing us to safety.
“You didn’t think we actually ditched you, did you?”
“Aha, I was starting to…”
I looked past his shoulder towards the sound of Mikey’s hyper yelps.
“It’s mystic time, baby!” I gawked as the orange portal, just like the one from earlier today, opened up swallowing the terrified acrobats and sending them to who knows where.
“Mikey can open portals, too!?”
“Don’t tell me you thought there was a gateway to the Hidden City directly outside the zoo.”
“Actually, yeah I kinda did.”
Mikey walked over pressing against the glass wall between us. Wait, glass? Where even are we?
“Leo, Salena! Are you guys okay?”
“Don’t worry, little brother, we’re perfectly fine. We just gotta get out here.”
“Uh…L-Leo!” He followed my frightened gaze to the giant mutant bullfrogs behind us.
“So that’s what the glass was for.”
“RUN!”
I grabbed his hand and started sprinting away from the green enemy, making sure to dodge the enormous pink tongue currently hunting us.
“You know, for someone who supposedly failed gym, you’re pretty light on your feet.”
I furrowed my brows, more towards his accusation than his inappropriately relaxed smirk “I did fail gym! You’re just lucky dodgeball’s the only sport I’m good at.”
We hid behind a nearby rock, gasping and trying to catch our breaths.
“Man, of all the places you could’ve picked, why’d you portal us here?”
“Hey, it’s not like I meant to! My portals mess up when I panic.”
“You were panicking?”
He looked just as surprised as I did “Ah-”
“Guys! Are you dead?!” his comms let out Mikey’s panicked voice.
“We’re okay, Mikey. Just resting for a bit.”
“Oh good. Cause uh, THE COPS ARE HERE! WE’VE GOTTA MOVE!”
“The cops? Eugh boy.”
“Wait why is that a bad thing? Does the Hidden City not have Good Samaritan laws or something?”
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck “So uh, remember the whole ‘us getting thrown into jail’ thing? Yeah, we may or may not still be wanted criminals for that whole shebang.”
“You said you got bailed out!”
“I never said legally!”
“Oh my god.”
He peeked from behind the rock, making eye contact with Mikey still waiting for us outside the enclosure.
“Okay, I’ve got an idea but we’ve gotta make a run for it. You ready to leave the zoo?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough mutant mayhem for one day.”
We raced past the mutant frog. Leo swung his sword one last time, creating a portal, and shoved it so it reached both sides of the glass barrier. The three of us dove in as it closed behind, falling back to a soft carpeted floor.
I rubbed my head and looked around “My room… M-My room! Omigosh we made it guys, we’re alive!”
Mikey and Leo were a little less celebratory than I thought they’d be.
“Sorry for dragging you into a fight, Salena. Again. Man, that’s the second time that’s happened. Which, I guess it isn’t a lot, but still weird it happened twice.”
“Ugh, this was supposed to be a fun, relaxing trip to the zoo. I can’t believe those stupid crab jerks showed up and ruined it.”
I had no idea they’d be so dejected over this.
“Who said anything about ruined?” They looked at me puzzled by my unfazed smile.
“Did you hit your head or something? We should check for injuries. Leo-”
“No, guys, I’m fine! Really!”
“You almost died twice today and you think that wouldn’t ruin anything?”
“Okay, yeah, that would’ve been inconvenient if I did, but I didn’t! I mean, come on! Think about literally everything else that happened! My first ever zoo and we just so happened to save it from disaster that exact same day? Guys, this was amazing!” I let myself breathe a bit, feeling the adrenaline calm down. “Life’s been so much better ever since I met you.”
Leo stared at me silently while Mikey caved into his emotions. “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Group hug!”
The teary tangerine pulled us in. For a while, we all stayed like that, cuddled on the floor. Warm, cozy, and comfortable. As weirdly thrilling as the danger was, I think the hugs were still my favorite part about today.
I would’ve loved to just enjoy it a bit longer but my phone alarm rang, the one I always set to be an hour before my oh so beloved family returned.
“You better go. I don’t think my aunt would be very happy with two random turtles in my room.”
After our goodbyes, I happily jumped into bed ready for some quiet downtime. I guess even though I didn’t get to hang out with the person I initially planned to, today might have turned out better this way. I opened up Instagram and started scrolling and catching up on everything else in the world. A YouTuber posted a new video, a couple and their cat went on vacation, an artist opened up commissions. All in all, seemed to be a pleasant day for everyone else, too.
My thumb paused. A new post from Zane. They were pictures from a party he went to today, seemed like he had fun.
I got to the last picture on his post. My eyes went wide, staying glued to the person next to him. Heavy eyes. Dark hair straightened into a ponytail.
I felt my stomach doing flips realizing who it was.
“Jaiden?”
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Hello, older Steddies (steddies who's been shipping this for way longer than I have), quick question for y'all.
Joe Keery, as I recently found out, is a SINGER. With his own band and stuff.
...I was patiently waiting for Eddie getting flustered over Steve singing to himself headcanons, i-
* pouts * I guess I'll do it myself. Get ready y'all, this has been marinating in my Steddie brainrot for two weeks now.
Steve Harrington is a songwriter and plays piano and I will DIE. ON. THIS. HILL.
The piano thing is something he picked bc he learned that his mother used to take piano lessons as a child, and he wanted to do something to impress her. Turns out, he really like the sounds the piano makes and keeps learning how to play better.
Steve loves the piano bc its one of the few moments in his childhood that his mom pays 100% of her attention to him in order to teach him everything she knew, aka the basics and some classic sheet music she memorized.
Wait no, I'm gonna make myself cry, baby stevie aggressively practicing the classical piano pieces bc maybe if he plays it perfectly, he'll perform it for his mom whenever she'll home, why do I do this to myself.
Let's think of some fluffy stuff about the songwriting first before I sob myself dry.
Lil Stevie, while he was still in his experimental piano phase, before he strictly adheres to sheet music, used to play nonsense lil ditties to himself. Usually stuff he did during his day, like "hmmmm I put on my clothes and I made my bed, hmmmm, put on my socks then put on my shoes~ hmmmm" (I'm really sorry for the shitty creativity, my brain is blanking on what tiny Steve does in his free time except for TV, sports and piano)
Eventually, he starts actually writing lil snippets. Nothing great bc yk he's a kid starting out, but pieces if put together in a coherent and melodic way could have a lot of potential. Tiny lil puzzle pieces with the potential to be something more, something incredible.
Steve's parents never did find out about his songwriting. It was his and his alone, a safe haven where the thoughts of others don't matter. When his parents are away, when the boredom becomes to much, Steve sneaks into the piano room to turn his lyrics into music, for his ears only.
I like to pair this headcanon with another precious headcanon of mine, which is if Steve wasn't trapped in his jock era, that man is a KID WHO LOVES MUSICALS. (Am I projecting my love of musicals onto my blorbo? Mayhaps, but who's gonna stop me?). Every song in a musical elicits so much story and emotion that Steve never lets himself feel in his daily life, its very comforting to listen to songs of characters who know what they want and sing about how much they wants it and how they're gonna achieve their goals. A characters freedom to unapologetically express themselves on stage, not caring if anybody hears (no projecting or intense longing from Steve here, nosiree). All this to say that Steve's songwriting and singing style reflects a lot of musical I Want songs.
Fast forward to high school, his King Steve era, his music is his best kept secret. Vulnerability is NOT an option, so whenever he throws parties at his house, he always ALWAYS makes sure that the piano room is locked, where is notebook of lyrics also reside. There was a period of time where he didn't play piano at ALL because of how much his sports life consumes most of his free time. Sometimes, he feels the itch to write something down, but can't because he's surrounded by a lot of people who would target any sign of softness he shows. Furthermore, Steve becomes less and less confident about his songwriting the more his reputation of a dumb jock solidifies. (WHY DO I HURT MYSELF LIKE THIS-)
Being with Nancy, however, lit a FIRE in him. I'm talking scribbled out lyrics of love songs at night to process his feelings, giddy piano covers of popular love songs, singing the Grease soundtrack in the shower, the WORKS. This boy is GONE, and the only way to process all his emotions in order to appear cool and chill in public is to let it out through music. Its not a foolproof way of processing emotions, bc he's not suddenly immune to doing stupid shit just because he has an outlet (see The Entire Steve-Nancy-Jonathan love triangle business). His honeymoon phase with Nancy definitely produced some of his more structured and polished work bc she inspires him in a positive way. (Nancy'ssosmatthatifSteveisgonnamakesongsabouthertheyhavetobesmarttoobecausethat'swhatshedeservesand-)
After his first encounter with the Upside Down and the breakup after, however??? STEVE'S REPUTATION ERA. His most emotionally driven songs were written at the dead of night when he couldn't sleep because of the nightmares. Frenzied piano notes ring into the night, Steve and the stars its only audience. Boys don't go to therapy, they forcefully beat up their emotions into songs that they would never share with anyone else, and impulsively adopt any child within a 10 mile radius.
(imma skim over season 2, im sorry, truthfully i didnt watch a single second of the show, all i know about stranger things are from steddie fanfics binged over the course of 2 weeks and tumblr gifs, thats it)
The first person to ever find out about Steve's musical hobby is Robin (i know, very predictable, but hear me out). Back when those two are drugged to hell and back, Steve sings out nonsense lyrics that he hasn't done since he was a kid, singing about the what he can see in the bathroom they were resting in. Steve feels VERY STRONGLY about Robin defending Tammy Thompson's singing bc he could literally sing better WHILE DRUGGED. Robin hates that she can't dispute that bc she's heard both. After the starcourt fiasco, whenever robin cant sleep, she sneaks into steve's home and listens to steve playing the piano in order to drown out the nightmares. Steve doesn't sing any of the songs he's written, no matter how much she pesters him about it.
OKAY SEASON 4, LETS DO THIS!!
After Max's first encounter with Vecna at the cemetery, Steve asks for the favorite songs of EVERYONE in the Party, and spends all-nighters trying to memorize every single one.
The first anybody aside from Robin hears Steve sing was when they were panicking about Nancy getting vecna'd. After the iconic THIS!! IS!! MUSIC!! scene, they all stop bc they all hear singing they haven't heard before. They all look up, and are flabbergasted to see Steve singing “Love Is A Battlefield” by Pat Benatar in the most beautiful tenor voice you've ever heard, like an angel beating down the devil's curse. No one is more bamboozled than Eddie, who just keeps staring at Steve while having the most ill-timed gay panic in his entire LIFE. If El were to peek into Eddie's head at all at that moment, all she would hear is the TV static with background noises of gay thoughts at mach 4 speed.
(In this reality, Steve goes along with Dustin and Eddie bc dustin feels betrayed about steve "keeping this a secret from them" and won't stop pestering him. Steve's bi awakening is seeing Eddie shredding Master of the Puppets ofc)
Post-Vecna (Eddie LIVES dammit, fireman carried by steve out of the upside down), Eddie goes to Steve and Robin's place of work and joins her in begging pestering Steve to sing them one of his songs (the first time eddie heard that steve writes his own songs, he had a gay panic so strong, that Corroded Coffin is tired of his bullshit, pull yourself together man, this is getting embarrassing. poor eddie had to self-quarantine in his room screaming in his pillow for two days). Eddie, the upside down trauma newbie, also joins robin to sneaking into steve's house in order to listen to him play the piano. robin had to close eddie's mouth while he was gawking at steve the first time he sees him play piano (bless oblivious sleep-deprived steve, his music is the only thing keeping him sane).
also, platonically, i just love the idea of Steve singing lullabies at the "we just saved the world, lets have a sleepover so that we can take comfort in the fact that everyone is alive" sleepover, and all the kids going to sleep clutching at each other, dreamless and feeling safe at last.
Look, im not creative enough to think of a getting together scene, so we're skipping over to established steddie now, im so sorry.
First time they sang a duet together????? RATED R-18, THE MOST TENDER OF LOVE-MAKING COMMENCES AFTER THEY DUET, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, I'M GETTING SUFFOCATED BY THE ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL TENSION JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
Dear lord, steve and eddie both writing songs inspired by the other, DONT TOUCH ME, IM FRAGILE.
STEVE FEELING INSECURE ABOUT HIS SONGWRITING IN COMPARISON TO EDDIE, WHILE EDDIE IS JUST TRYING HIS BEST NOT TO CRY WHILE HEARING ANY OF STEVE'S SONGS FOR HIM, AAAAAAHHHHHH
Epic battles have been fought on what music to play in the car, im talking THEATER LEVELS OF DRAMA. If anybody in the party wants to see the most aggressive of bickering (coughDustincough), all the party has to do is ask who's turn it is to pick the music between them, WEEK LONG PETTY FIGHTS COMMENCE.
NO, BUT STEVE GOING TO ONE OF EDDIE'S CONCERTS WITH HOMEMADE MERCH- STEVE SOMETIMES JAMMING WITH CORRODED COFFIN, IM GOING FERAL-
THE SONG THE NIGHT THEY EXCHANGED VOWS (lemme dream, they could have done this underground or some shit, promise rings and all) IS SOMETHING THEY COLLABORATED ON, AND WILL ONLY EVER BE SUNG AND HEARD BY THE TWO OF THEM.
JUST!!!!! STEVE HARRINGTON SINGING!!!
#steve harrington#stranger things#long post#like WOW did I underestimate how much I'd write about this until I typed it out#steddie#eddie munson#songwriter steve harrington#steve harrington plays the piano#man I just realized how much feelings I have over Steve Harrington as a character whoops#i just wanted to write a post about eddie swooning over steve's soft boy singing what happened#1.6k words#WOW wtf#REALLY REALLY LONG POST#good night steddie fandom#maya blurts out homemade blurbs
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