#//i still wanna consider it cannon to her

[strawhatkia]

lip gloss, lil mama.

INCLUDES ! sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hitoshi shinsou and hawks x black!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! only after you apply lip gloss, do they wanna kiss from you or, the boys actively mess up your lip gloss !

WARNINGS ! before the war arc, highschoolers are still in highschool, cursing, def self-indulgent on shinsou's part, lemme know if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ! 1.4k+

A/N ! this is an old request from my deleted account but it's a favorite of mine 🤍 original request look like this -> ”head cannons of Y/N applying a coat of lip gloss on in her room or with her friends and suddenly Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, Sero, and Mirio barging in like “My lip gloss senses are tingling” and Y/N’s like “Aht Aht! I just put this coat on, stay back!” She’s just struggling to keep these fools from kissing her and ruining her lip gloss. It don’t matter if she running, struggling, or dodging they kisses (they ruin it with kisses anyways smh)”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🕸✧ SERO HANTA !

this mofo is the most annoying lil tease ever

the minute you pull out your lip gloss, all of sudden you have his undivided attention

let’s say you were at your desk and he was on the bed on his phone, not paying you any mind

you check to see if he is watching you and luckily he isn’t so you proceed to put it on

and if I know black women as well as I think I do, considering I am one you put a good amount of that bitch; lips all shiny and shit dripping diamonds 

but halfway through, you look up and this motherfucker is staring right back at you

he done sat all the way up, resting on his knees and waiting on you to finish 

he has the audacity to smile when you make eye contact annoying lil shit, even to start giggle when you glare back at him 

he’s the type to let you finish, put the cap on, put the lip gloss away and then swoop in and fuck it all up 

i can not tell you how angry i am right now

“what? got something to say, baby?” “nigga, fuck you.” 

It’s war that you never win unless you know for sure that he is unaware

newsflash: that shit never happens either

you don't even have the option of running unless you ready to be taped to the floor

all he gotta do is whip some out and boom! ya ass is grass!

as soon as you put the lip gloss down, he casually walks over, grabs your cheeks and smashes his lips straight into yours before calmly going to sit back down

lil fucker doesn’t even bother wiping it off for a while either

“thanks for sharing, my love.” fuck this nigga bro

but it’s not like you can argue as much, his kisses are so sweet and if you ever wanted a kiss, just put on some lip gloss; win-win when intentional

plus, all the shawties want this man (can't blame them) so lowkey the lip gloss smears let them bitches know he not single !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

as soon as he knows that your about to put some on- he’s there, boi can sense it through the walls and shit

he just knows and now that he does, he will stop at nothing to get to you 

even if you successfully get far away to put it on and have it on for a couple of minutes, the second you are in his line of sight it’s over 

running away is like an unfair game of tag, that bitch cheats

his quirk makes it so easy to get to you and the lil gremlin is so fucking fast (although class 1-a praises your ability to get as far as you did) 

“sunshine~ !” “aht, go play with tamaki or some shit! i just put this on!” “no can do, sunshine!” 

once he’s got you in a pretty tight hold, he grabs your face and messily kisses you and wipes the extra lip gloss off

He then nuzzles into your neck and places kisses there, asking for forgiveness 

“Aww come on, sunshine! You know I can’t resist and plus you can just put more on later!” mirio, lemme go before i slap up upside the head. i can't stand you.” “that’s why you’re sitting in my lap!” “LET ME GO-”

he’s a big ole ball of happiness and just laughs at your frustration, knowing that you can’t stay mad forever (brat knows you love him too much)  

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

he comes out of no where and he knows what you doing, shawty

and when he does, one by one, little feathers start filtering into the room, circling around you 

little by little, you start to see the feathers around the vanity you're sitting at

one look in the mirror and you see him standing by the doorway with that sly as smirk ouu i could smack him

“…keigo tamaki.” “yes, dove?” “ you betta get yo feathers outta here, boy” “aw but i think they like you~”

cornball ass nigga 

ofc he doesn't move from his position and neither do his feathers- and don't bother trying to drag it out either, he's been a hero for too long to not know the waiting game

once you’re finished, the feathers stop circling around and just stop in the air, waiting for yo ass to move.

you can try to look for a way out but you not succeeding, them feathers are acting like a barrier, moving when you move and the one controlling them is cheesing like an idiot 

“keigo, baby, come on. i just put this on.” “yeah well, you can just put more on later- i'll even buy you more.” “...bird brain.” “i love you too~”

fortunately, he’s much more neater than the others but that just means he’s taking everything with him when he moves away

and ofc you can't move until all the feathers back off, one wrong move and they will swarm you honey (im telling you the one controlling them don't know how to fucking act)

when the feathers are gone, is when you finally get some hits in

“GOD DAMN IT, KEIGO! THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME TODAY, NIGGA!!” “aww come on, dove! it’s fun to tease you like this!”

he’s laughing so loudly and having such a good time that you pipe down and admit defeat for the fourth time that day (he's beautiful when he's happy so just let it go stink) 

— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

THIS NIGGA BRO

HE DOESNT EVEN LET YOU PUT IT ON PROPERLY BEFORE HE SWOOPS IN MESSES IT UP

it’s absolutely futile to run from him, he’ll get way too excited and start chasing you down like some animal

“whatcha got there, huh?” “AHT! go on somewhere, bakugo! go mind yo business!” 

he just loves fucking with you and making you angry, it's his favorite past time

it's just you two running all through the dorms, jumping over tables and couches, ducking between people, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing chaos and giving iida a heart attack

once Bakugo has caught you because he will and throws you over his shoulder like a bag of fucking potatoes wit his rude ass, he treks all the back to his dorm and proceeds to literally smash his lips into yours 

after he's done with his short tyranny, he just play-fights you as you try to hit him, smiling like he won the lottery  

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!” “STOP YELLING, DUMBASS!! IT’S NOT THE END OF WORLD AND PLUS YOU GOT MORE!!” “THAT IS NOT THE POINT, NIGGA!!” 

after a while he kinda forces cuddles upon you until you not angry anymore and it's hard to be when he starts rubbing ya back and sides, pulling you into his chest

do not get it twisted. he does it on purpose b/c he knows that it's real soothing- damn near his tactic every time he does this doesn't stop it from feeling good tho

eventually and as planned, it ends in y'all taking a nap after running around the dorm god knows how many times

“bakugo, i’m still upset witchu nigga.” “no you’re not, now go to sleep”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

ouuuu new contender !

he is the most excited you have ever seen him

the moment you even pull out the lil clear tube of gloss, he's right behind you waiting with a small smile

anyone looking from afar would think it's just a bf looking at his gf reapplying her lip gloss vv lovingly...little do they know

that man is waiting behind you with a damn vengeance and best believe you not even getting far this is time i remind you who his teacher is: AIZAWA !!

"toshi?" "...yes, pretty?" "i swear if you mess up my gloss, we gon have some problems." "what are you talking about? i would never do such a thing." liar.

the moment your compact mirror closes shut is the exact same moment he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close

and he does the whole works: arm around your waist, that hand rubbing your lower back, one hand holding your face as his thumb rubs against the top of your cheekbone while gently getting you to look up at him you guys im being very self indulgent with this

he's just so soft and so so so cute when his lil smirk that when he does kiss you, he doesn't take all of it off, just a lil bit !

he chuckles when he backs away, using his thumb to wipe away any that might have smeared

AND THEN PROCEEDS TO WALK AWAY

"...i hope aizawa whoop yo ass during training today." "ouch, that hurts pretty. it's too bad i'd do it again as long as i get to kiss you." fuck this nigga bro

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[deliciousdefendorinternet]

Barb and Crimp are not Redeemed characters and its odd how their films gave them happy endings.

lets start with Barb for one she led armies attacking other Tribes destroying cities and imprisoning countless people all so she could get the strings.

and wipe out all other cultures deciding only her own should Remain and anyone who didn't conform to that culture would be turned into a brainwashed zombie. some people try and argue she has good intentions but frankly her intentions aren't all that good compared to everything she did and this wasn't even a problem in the first place its not like all the Tribes were at war or anything.

they were fine living separately so combining the Tribes is a nice idea but going to these extremes is not excusable in any sense given there was no legit reason for her to take such extreme action. and in the end she gets beaten she doesn't have a last minute change of heart and decide to do the Right thing ( tho to be clear this wouldn't mean it would suddenly be okay for her to face no consequences one posotive I'll say about Veneer's arc in TBT is that he was still held accountable in the end despite having a last minute change of heart because Redemption doesn't mean someone gets let off scott free if anything it means the opposite )

and after her defeat Barb is instantly forgiven for no legit reason like I know story wise you could argue its because she's queen and they don't want more conflict with the Rock Tribe. but from a basic story point of view its wrong especially for a kids film Barb isn't only let off scott free but Poppy light heartedly befriends her. and makes it clear there's no ill will so yeah showing a film where a villain who causes this level of destruction simply because they believe they are right is let off scott free is not very satisfying story telling imo.

and its bad in a kids film Teaching lack of consequences and accountability for your actions no matter how bad.

like don't get me wrong I like Barb personality wise and that's deffo why a good chunk of the fandom don't have a problem with her being let off the Hook.

but obviously villains being likable doesn't mean they shouldn't face consequences loads of people love Velvet but most of her fans can accept that she deserved to go to prison at the end for kidnapping and torturing someone. and then there's Crimp she's less of a bad example but still an example she went along with kidnapping and torturing someone simply because she didn't want to lose her Job. she came and went as she pleased only being held against her will right at the end and just because her bosses were mean to her doesn't mean she isn't still a villain. the movie acts like this makes her a victim and someone who shouldn't be blamed for V and Vs crimes when frankly yes she should she was complicit. she turned a blind eye to someone's suffering because she didn't wanna lose her pay check she's just a cowardly Henchmen not an out and out victim.

and she should have still been held accountable in the end for being an accomplice.

and I'm sorry but to circle back to my guy Creek the morality of the movies is all over the place in this regards. the fact that the movies consider characters who actively chose to do evil things of their own free will as still redeemable and deserving of happy endings. even with no actual work put in to better themselves yet Creek the literal Hostage tortured and threatened into doing a bad thing was lumped in with the actual big bad villain in the end. and was seen as deserving of a gruesome comeuppance is frankly a Horrifying sense of morality and justice in my opinion.

yes he came back in the tv show but I'm only talking about the movie cannon.

and this way of thinking in Regards to what villains do and don't deserve to be Redeemed is Honesty arsed backwards. characters who do evil things because they decided that they should get to make choices that effect and change other Tribes filled with large populations of people simply because they think their culture is better than other people's. and characters who do evil things simply because they don't want to lose a Job no matter how much they may need it are infinitely worse.

than a character who simply gave in to the very human fear of not wanting to die horrifically and who was basically forced into the role of villain due to having literally no other option other than lie down and die. I love Trolls but man these movies have a terrible sense of morality and they do not do Redemption Arcs well. 😅😅😅😅

[wandasaura]

have you considered doing a rough patch part? Like maybe when school starts up again the women get busy with work, so much so they almost fall out.

Wanda’s in the office well beyond hours and Natasha’s constantly off doing overnights somewhere else. R would come over, find it empty and wait for hours before giving up and going back to campus to study / sleep. Whenever they’re home for R to see they are still working, it would be a big case for even them. In a low space the R just assumes the contract is kinda over.

So she stops coming by, and reaching out at all. Most of her days are spent in her dorm sobbing and failing. Then on day Natasha gets an email from an old friend, R’s professor, who mentions that R failed the recent midterm and that they were not sure why she was so down but that they would have no problem allowing R a retake. The mention sends the lawyer(s) in a spiral of confusion / guilt / repentance. Happy ending of course.

I’m not sure if this fits your cannon fic dynamic but I just thought I’d share my thoughts, angst and all lol.

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ nonnie… i wanna kiss your brain and offer you therapy in the same breath. jotting it down ✍🏼 ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[yreapwhatyasow]

Gonna temporarily dub this the “Yee-..huh?” AU til I figure another one out

An AU in which :

- Dabi finds old motorcycles (that were tossed) and fixes ‘em up

- Everyone thinks he’s all edgy and junk but he’s actually a massive nerd

- Out of spite, he taught himself and got really great at a whole bunch of different (and seemingly random) things

- He’s the best at fixing/changing up motorbikes since that what he enjoys most but also, he likes the idea of taking something abandoned/damaged and proving it’s still cool and useful

- Lives rural, wanted to be as far away from his father and hero stuff as possible

- Dabi still has all his scars and trauma but in this AU he was taken to a normal hospital for treatment rather than how cannon goes — was made to give up on being a hero after the accident (all the other family drama is sort-of-more-or-less the same)

- Doesn’t technically live on a farm but considering there’s a buncha cows hanging around and growing some plants was one of his hobbies at some point (and one he still enjoys) you’d think he basically does

- Owns a cowboy hat. (AN: self indulgent but come on! You know he’d think it was cool and it is let’s be honest now)

Then there’s Tomura

- His father made him study business/accounting, but away from all that, he takes pleasure in composing music (no one know but him though)

- When the whole quirk incident happened, Mon still got killed but instead of dying Hana’s leg and part of her left-ish side got replaced with prosthetics, he passed out before anything else happened

- Tomura still has all his scars and trauma as well, cannon adjacent reasons, his family came out earlier and the thing his father hit him with scarred him and knocked him out

- Lives urban, hates it, wants to get away from his father and just everything in general as well but hasn’t really gotten the chance

- Was the rebellious type, in this AU he’s the bad-boy (equivalent) one

- Got into fights a lot (hence how he got his other scars) but it’s always to help/defend someone rather than something arbitrary — he refuses to be complacent in those sort of times (AN: good for him)

- Tomura goes to a specific place when he needs to ignore his father and all his technical responsibilities existence for a few hours, it’s this abandoned place with a lot of junk and mechanical trash around but it’s peaceful and most importantly, quiet

- Twice, who works as an official mechanic in this AU, told Dabi about this said place when he was complaining about needing a really specific piece for his bike but he didn’t wanna buy it/couldn’t find any that had it, didn’t expect to find both that piece and a random dude there when he went there to check, especially not one with as striking eyes and interesting overall presence as this one.

In turn, Tomura didn’t anticipate being greeted by the presence of another person, a very beautiful yet irritating person at that.

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE 

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash 

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room 

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT 

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT 

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET 

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT 

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao 

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god 

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun. 

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up 

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I’M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick. 

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here. 

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO 

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM. 

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop 

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP. 

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs 

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF 

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION?? 

So no ice cream?? 💔

[a-dumbass-jester]

Yttd x tma au!!

The main post with plot an a full explanation and story.

{Part one} (it’s much more bref there, this is much more in depth and organized)

This focuses more on the dummies bc I love them but I also think that theme of loss of humanity fits well with them {this post will have a lot to do this them and their plot}

{Art I drew}

{Ao3}

Words: ~4,500

- Overview -

Sara Chidouin - The End

Midori - The Web

Sue Miley - The Spiral

Tia Safalin - The Dark

Rio Ranger - The Stranger

Shunsuke Hayasaka - The Eye

Hinako Mishuku - The Desolation

Anzu Kinashi - The Stranger

Ranmaru Kageyama - The Lonely

Mai Tsurugi - The Slaughter

Naomichi Kurumada - The Extinction

Q-Taro Bugerburg - The Hunt

Megumi Sasahara - The Corruption

- Intro -

So to start yttd aligns with tma a lot actually!! First off chapter one had a very strong paranormal theme to it, as well a lot of manifestations/themes that the entities had though out the game. The most obvious because the dolls (stranger) and death (end)

The timeline fits to!! The death game happens April 2017, which is a few months before The Unknowning, around/mid season three(3). The change happens October 2018 which is enough time for the plot.

In case you are here for yttd and don’t know anything about the Magnus archives, tma is a horror fiction podcast where there are 14(now 15) fear based entities/gods, that feed of of peoples fear. And occasionally instead of fearing an entity, some people ‘sympathize’ with it. Becoming an vessel or avatar for it instead. I don’t think you have to worry about not having context to tma because I think I did a pretty good job explaining it. if you are confused a quick Google search will probably answer your questions. I even linked the entities wiki page if you quickly want answers. If you are interested in tma or even just a specific fear but don’t wanna listen to a 200 episode podcast, this is a rlly good playlist explaining the entities.

- Asunaro -

So basically everything is the same except that yttd and tma take place in the same world. I can see asunaro being like the Magnus institute in how it serves the eye, I can see it serving an entity as well, but instead of it being one entity, there’s different parts that are dedicated to different ones, because there’s a few asunaro matches with, the most obvious one is The End, also known as Death or Terminus, is well death. Considering their focus on death and a full on death game makes it fit quite well. I can also see The Web or the Mother of Puppets playing a part because as we see a few times (especially in the mini episodes) they try to control the participant’s lives like how they framed Alice for murder. but also in the way they had the ai simulations. They knew every way it could play out, everyone’s chance at survival, what they do when threatened with death, what they do when they’ve lost everything, playing with them like puppets. Due too asunaro’s assassin history in Kai’s backstory I can see them connected to The Slaughter as well. I don’t think asunaro would have started out serving an entity. The would’ve done what they did in cannon and then found out they exist and that they aligned with some of them and ended up here. The entities that helped them realize that would’ve been The Eye and Stranger. When they started stalking the future participants they caught the attention of The Eye, also know as the Ceaseless Watcher or Beholding. It started to let asunaro use it to get information. The doll thing was also an accident. They started to make the dolls to help with people mourning loved ones like in cannon, but got influenced by The Stranger or the I Do Not Know You and started replacing them entirely, and make them look a lot less human, and leaning into uncanny valley. like something was wrong but you just don’t know what.

- Asunaro’s Employees -

SARA CHIDOUIN

While I know Sara isn’t an employee, her existence still plays a massive part with The End and the company. Like I mentioned in my original post I rlly like the idea of her being deified by asunaro. So I can see her playing a similar role to Angus. Her father was fascinated by The End and very early on he started to raise her for it. Asunaro quickly caught on and was more than happy to help. So along with raising her to be perfect for the death game, They raised her to be the perfect vessel for The End. She didn’t become an avatar until during the death game. They kept her from becoming an avatar before then. She was heavily marked by it, but they wouldn’t let The End take her before that point. So when it did make her an avatar it was very sudden, and all at once. The entities were kept a secret for her entire life, so when she started getting the dreams of how the still alive participants would die during the game, she just dismissed them as simple nightmares what came with trama. But then those dreams actually happened. How she saw them die in the dreams is how they ended up dying in the game. And then the roots showed up. She saw the way death wrapped around everyone in a way only she was able to see. By the end of the death game She becomes The Ends main avatar. She goes from a sort of death prophet to Death incarnate as It and Asunaro takes more and more. She becomes their Angel of death.

MIDORI / SOU HIYORI

I don’t have to much of an explanation for this one. But i remember someone calling him the puppeteer doll, and that he kinda messes with people like puppets or play things, so I think it lines up with The Mother of Puppets. That and I think a simple basic kind of fear would work well with him. I could see him using spiders to subtly scare people, especially the people he’s close with like Shin. He is the reason Shin had an encounter with The Web in high school. I can see him as the head (or at least someone higher up) of The Web section/avatars. He became an avatar rlly young. He had always rlly liked The Web and With his connection to Asunaro he was able to connect with it, and commonly used it to mess with people. Even as a little 5 year old.

SUE MILEY / EMIRI HARAI

As I mentioned here she’s the perfect avatar for The Spiral, also known as The Distortion or The Great Twisting, If not a victim of it. In the game she gaslights people into thinking that their loved ones death was their fault, and she was also driven mad by asunaro. Due to The Distortion also having a theme of hallucinations, the ones we see in game would have been her doing, or at least part of it. This next part is a bit unimportant but I wanna include it anyway, I hc backstory is that she’s Mai’s sister and was taken from them at a young age under the guise of letting her research more of the disturbing stuff that she was interested in. They framed her death and changed her last name. Slowly they started desensitizing her, as she slowly got used to stuff like death and suffering. As well as loveboming her, stuff that can be used by The Spiral. That overall theme fits The Spiral to me. She becomes an avatar as an adult, when she goes mad in cannon. And actively used The Distortion during the death game. Like I mentioned earlier, she used the hallucinations to drive people mad, and made them spiral as much as possible.

TIA SAFALIN/MICHIRU NAMIDA

I originally assigned her The Dark also known as The forever Blind or Mr Pitch, because of the way tma blended science and religion with it specifically with Manuela Dominguez. I can even see her playing a similar role. Ok I have to be honestly I don’t have a lot for this one. I just rlly like the idea of Dark!Michiru. I can maybe see her becoming an Avatar trying to escape an entity. she was a researcher and maybe fell victim to The Ceaseless Watcher, and in a way to stop it she gouged her eyes out to sever her connection to it, and in the process fell into The Forever Blind. Also I’ll get into this when I talk about Hayasaka (in the dummies section) but I like the idea of her serving The Dark while he serves The Eye, two(2) entities known to hate each other. But anyway back to the eye thing, Hayasaka and Emiri helping her after literally going blind. And still being blind during the game and using a cane, and often using the dark during it as well. But yea I just rlly like dark!Michiru.

RIO RANGER

I’ll get into him a bit more with Anzu, but this happens after the death game. Where he is rebuilt and finds out about Sei and has a bit of an identity crisis. That along with the doll thing makes him end up falling into The Stranger. He and Anzu got close after the game. They bonded over liking to dress up/costumes and preforming. Anzu even got him to become a clown. So when Asunaro pushed her into The Stranger he followed, and went on a similar arc as she did.

OTHER

Obviously like I said earlier Mr Chidoun serves The End. I know there’s a theory that he and Meister are the same person but going purely of of Meister I can see either Web or Stranger. Web because of his association with Midori, and probably Stranger because of the doll thing, l can imagine him leaning into uncanny valley, he also looks a lot like Nikola, like if Meister was a clown. Kai was almost an slaughter avatar, and by almost i mean it’s what asunaro wanted, but he couldn’t actually fit it. I don’t rlly have one for Gashu actually. Maybe Stranger because he makes dolls? I can also see him leaning into uncanny valley, but that’s literally it.

- DUMMIES-

(Reminder that this post is important for this section)

The dummies overall story: so it’s the beginning part of that^ post where Midori was fucking around and put their human souls in their dolls and ais. It worked and after the death game they rebooted and rebuilt them. This is where it starts getting a bit different. They were still experimented on, trying to find the exact differences between Human and doll. However this time they are more focused on turning them into avatars. Anzu and Hinako were the easiest, all they needed were a slight nudge and they would keep falling whether they wanted to or not. Ranmaru, Hayasaka and Mai were more difficult. They aligned well with an entity, however they clung to their humanity much more than Anzu and Hinako did. They did eventually fall with a big enough push. Kurumada was the hardest to deal with. First off he didn’t actually align a whole lot with one specific entity. He had some connection to two(2) or three(3) entities, but not enough to become an avatar. They did eventually find one but it wasn’t even fully formed, they had to push even harder.

In order of when they became avatars

SHUNSUKE HAYASAKA

{important} As I mentioned in my Og post Hayasaka Is PERFECT for The Eye. On the wiki page, it says The Ceaseless Watcher fears are focused on being watched, Having secrets revealed, Horrible knowledge, Being exposed and judged, which works VERY well considering he was the one to watch over the rest of the participants. Before his memory’s were erased for the death game, he knew everything about everyone, he’s watched them all for a few years now. The Eye had originally marked him in high school, teasing him with the knowledge thing it has. he didn’t follow it because he didn’t know what it was yet. When he started working for Asunaro and they told him to start stalking the participants, it came back, and it loved him. He fit so perfectly, it couldn’t help itself. Hayasaka hated it. He rejected it for a while, until a few months in Michiru helped him get used to and accept it. Overtime he got more and more comfortable with it. He does become an avatar before the death game. So he has access to The Eye during it. I’m imagining him getting hungry at some point and tries to get a Statement, and ends up going to kurumada and asks him about his encounter with The Buried from when he was in high school. In which after he finishes he freaks out and almost blows up at him, but Hayasaka stops him and explains everything. I would also like to mention that he also acts a lot different during the game now. Going back the the {important} thing, he was much colder and assertive The Eye didn’t let asunaro erase his memory, so he remembered everything anyway. It’s also what tipped asunaro off to what Midori did, because like why does Hayasaka act exactly how he did as a human, and not his ai self. And why does he still know everything. The Ceaseless Watcher also told him what Midori did. And he tried to tell the others about it as well. Especially the other dummies because 1. He genuinely wanted them to know about what actually happened, and that they are really them and not an ai copy, and 2. He wanted to bring them together, so that had each others backs. ‘We are in the exact same position, let’s work together’ they helped each other get used to everything as well.

HINAKO MISHUKU

She started becoming an avatar a little bit before the Death game. Midori recognized that she had a lot of potential for The Desolation. So he started leading her down that path with getting her to go after and  destroy the people who hurt her/people she dislikes. Slowly she became more and more destructive. It ended up real bad after the game. She knew exactly what asunaro did to her. How they destroyed her life and took everything from her. The sheer anger that she felt. She sought out to harm the people that did that to her. After that had started she began to spiral. Eventually she started harming more people, people that didn’t do anything to her. Slowly becoming more sadistic. she thrived on that destruction, the pain she brought others. One day She was burning down someones house and got caught in the flames a little bit after the game. She was the first one the rest of the dummies become an avatar. Hayasaka already was one. This made Mai, Ranmaru and Kurumada realize what exactly asunaro was going to do to them. Anzu decent made them realize how bad it was going to be.

ANZU KINASHI

Anzu’s transformation hit everyone hard. They had meet Hayasaka and Hinako after they started succumbing. They basically watched Anzu die. They saw a sweet kid become a monster before their very eyes and they couldn’t do anything about it. Luckily for the others their change weren’t that bad. It was very easy to get Anzu to spiral into The Stranger. All she needed was a push, first Asunaro wanted to get a proper mark on her. Anzu was already a clown and now a doll, both things very associated with I Do Not Know You, so it was very easy to get its attention. The doll thing was already a bit of a mark. But The official mark would’ve been similar to Mag 87: The Uncanny Valley. Asunaro got in contact with a Stranger avatar (probably Gashu if he wasn’t dead) and had them fuck with her(resulting in a very solid mark). This happened relatively soon after the game. Asunaro also got her interested in ‘The Circus of the Other’. (And even tried to reach out to them to let them know they might have a new member soon!!(if their plan worked(it did))). The lack of identity started soon after the marking. After going something so traumatic, she changed quite a bit. That and The Strangers affects starting to plant in her head. She also leaned into it because it had a huge theme of not knowing, she probably wanted to forget everything that happened and live in bliss. The disconnect from her identity only got worse she properly got involved with it. Her personality and just who she was as a person changed a lot, both physically and mentally, which slowly made her feel like she wasn’t “Anzu Kinashi” anymore. I mean “Anzu Kinashi” was dead (legally at least), and because of that, her being a doll now, and having to be cut off from her family. She was kept in asunaro’s facility. Everything was different now. She was different. Anzu ended up changing her name because 1. She didn’t feel like it fit anymore and 2. To let “Anzu” rest. I cant rlly think of a name she would choose but all I can come up with is Pierrot. At her end point she leaned very heavily into uncanny doll. She still Had a lot of energy and emotion but now there was something off about it, almost empty, hollow and fake. She also likes to wear masks. Not the one she used to wear though. That one’s for Anzu, she has a collection of different masks now. She still has the old one, it’s sitting nice on a shelf. A place to mourn who she was. The timeline is a bit weird. It’s main issue how fast can she loose it. because the game happens in April, while The Stranger’s ritual, The Unknowning happens August. I Hope she can join Circus of the Other before the Unknowning but I feel like that’s stretching it a bit. Anyways Breekon (and Hope If he’s alive) go get Anzu and she joins them, and kinda fucks around over there for a while, and properly leaves everything behind. (Also she knows English because she’s an ai now and can download it)

RANMARU KAGEYAMA

Unlike Anzu he had always been connected to an entity. The Lonely was always there. It followed him as he grew up. The ever present fog that was everywhere he was. With the hc from this post, first off I think a lonely ice skater could be rlly cool but also like I mentioned his parents were ice skaters and held him to a high standard and since so much of their love for him came from that when he wasn’t living up to their standards he felt less loved. More alone. He started to become a few years before the death game. When his relationship with his parents got worse and he started getting outcasted. He started falling into The Lonely. It was very very slow. But when he got into the game and found out what was happening, he immediately pushed it away. No matter how badly he wanted to fall into it and let it embrace him, he pushed it away. And clung to his humanity. He didn’t want to become a monster. Especially after what he saw what happened to the others. How they lost themselves. Eventually asunaro got tired of waiting and started isolating him. Soon enough they didn’t need to anymore, and He was doing it on his own. The closer he got to the lonely, the more tempting it was. eventually, he let go, fell into the fog and was never seen again.

MAI TSURUGI

Mai was touched by The Slaughter before due to asunaro seeing an opportunity when she started carrying around a knife but when she was brought into the death game, something touched by The Slaughter, and it’s affects over her got stronger, however it took her much longer to succumb to it than Ranmaru. Partially because she wasn’t as tied to it as Ranmaru was to the lonely but also because she had more self control. She was able to withdraw herself from it for a lot longer than he was. But, she did become. It had been terrorizing her for months to even over a year, and eventually, she broke. She became when she had an outburst of pent up anger and emotion towards asunaro and killed a ~dozen of employees and broke out to try and live normally again (or as normal as you can get when ur an avatar and a doll)

NAOMICHI KURUMADA

Kurumada was easily the hardest to assign. He never fit an entity like the others did. Asunaro bet on slaughter due to how violent he got during the incident, but he didn’t stay angry. He quickly burnt out and just didn’t know what to do. when he was taken into the death game and his memories were erased he did kinda regain his anger but it quickly faded when he got back them and even got worse to the point of being suicidal after he fully realized that everything had changed. He just wasn’t angry anymore. He was tired and did want to do anything. Asunaro couldn’t get him connected to the slaughter anymore. (I also didn’t wanna give the only character who’s not paper white the sudden violence one) he didn’t fit any other pre existing fears so he just kinda sat there for a while, watching the people he loved become monsters. And then The Extinction came into knowledge. The fear of the death of humanity and Catastrophic change. In the past few years everything has changed for him. The loss of his mentor and his dream of being an boxer, his humanity, he’s dead, he’s now a ghost possessing an ai stuck in a doll, he’s now stuck in a facility that did all of this to him. And hell he’s basically a different person now. Even the death of humanity works because he by definition isn’t human anymore. Not to mention he was in a death game and facility where humans die and are replaced with ai dolls. The Extinction also has a huge theme of tech, which works with kurumada considering he’s an ai now. Asunaro didn’t even have to anything to get him to start becoming. The Extinction taking kurumada is what made them realize it existed in the first place. After that they started to subtly push him in that direction. He was the last of the six to become an avatar. After Mai had her outbreak, the only ones left were him, hayasaka, and Hinako though she often went missing for days if not weeks at a time. And even then she’s only really come back to occasionally sleep even though she doesn’t need to anymore. So it was basically just Hayasaka. He did start to see some off the others again after he became an avatar. I like to imagine his avatar-ness being a lot like {this} I don’t know what to add to that, he’s just like that. He’d hang out in abandoned cites. The person finding him could be Hayasaka or Sara maybe.

- Other participants -

Q-TARO BURGERBURG

Q-Taro had a similar arc to Daisy. He was first properly marked by The Hunt when he went to America to learn how to use a gun. The person that taught him was a Hunter and they noticed that he he reeked of The Hunt, and used that opportunity to properly mark him. His affiliation with The Hunt became more obvious when the he was put into the game. The way he was so quick to weed out the weak and leave them for dead is something strongly associated with The Hunt. Because as mentioned by Jon in S5, ‘yes the hunt is associated with the Chase but it’s mainly the fear of being seen as weak and being left for dead, and being prey.’ His connection to the Hunt only got stronger as the game went on. During 3-B Safalin (or someone with asunaro (maybe Hayasaka)) mentions he’s becoming an avatar for The Hunt, and that he’s going to become a monster at some point. And this adds another reason he sacrificed himself and died in Keijis place. I also rlly like the idea of Q-Taro having a more animalistic fear. I also like the idea of him and Mai feeding together, since The Hunt and Slaughter are similar fears. 

MEGUMI SASAHARA

Megumi has always been touched by The Corruption, especially after she joined the police force and made her way to the top. but her death was what made her an avatar. she comes back probably in chapter 2 and attacks the cast. She's a Corruption avatar because I want her to be as disgusting on the outside as she is on the inside (and because of the corruption in the police system)

- Closing -

To end this off I would like too add some hcs, specifically encounters some of the people had with entities, as well as some alignment due to most of them dying before they could possibly become avatars. I already mentioned that Shin as well as most of the cast, had an encounter with The Web due to midori. Whether it was more subtly like most of the cast or more obvious like with shin.Kurumada had an encounter with The Buried, that’s why his first trial was like that. The real Hinako was end aligned. Keiji is touched by the corruption due to being part of the police force. In my original part I mentioned desolation!joe and vast!mishima. Desolation Joe could’ve possibly happened by him finding out about what asunaro did to his father (and what they did in general) and wanting to burn it to the ground (think Tim stoker). Vast Mishima actually could’ve happened before the death game. I can see him a lot like Simon, painter who fell in love with the sky. I feel like his also pretty curious so maybe he’d have an encounter with the vast thought it was fascinating and wanted to figure out what it is. But as soon as he realized what he was dealing with, he would’ve tried to get away. The main story/ death game is still relatively the same, just with the entities added in.

Thank you so much for reading!!! This has been something I’ve been working on since October, ever since I started The Magnus archives. You reading this and listening to my ramblings means a lot to me!!

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What is Wayward Baby?

I started writing my Jojo's Bizarre Adventure fanfiction in April of 2019 because I was extremely into Jojo, but was running out of content to consume. I was watching YouTube videos about the franchise and came across a video titled "The Joestar that Everyone Forgot About" by xForts

The video got me thinking about that invisible baby from Diamond is Unbreakable, and it also brought to my attention that her name's kanji can be read as "Jo Joestar," which makes her an official Jojo. For those who aren't aware, every protagonist in Jojo can be reasonably nicknamed Jojo due to the spelling or pronunciation of their name. It's just a tradition at this point, and Shizuka Joestar technically qualifies.

I started thinking about if Araki ever intended to make a part about her. Was he just leaving his options open? Did he give her a Jojo name just to be cute? Either way, it was clear that he wouldn't ever tell one now, so I got to brainstorming about what it might have looked like. Enter "Wayward Baby."

Art by @laveerie and graphic design by SimplySnaps.

Wayward Baby started as a quick 3,000 word intro I wrote in a single night and published without much thought, and certainly no plan. All I knew was that Shizuka seemed neat, and I wanted to write about a little girl Stand User. I had ideas like "Bubblegum Bitch" in my back pocket from discussions with my siblings Mallaidh Anne and Brie where the three of us talked extensively about Jojo AU's and potential Stand abilities. With Mallaidh Anne's blessing, I used his idea for Bubblegum Bitch and created Marina to go alongside it.

Art by @gotham-gargoyle

With Marina and Bubblegum Bitch in the picture, things were looking great! But I wanted more original characters on the team with hopes that someday I might get to remove all the cannon characters from the picture and tell an arc with only my babies. That meant I'd need more characters! Enter Pepsi and Shirlie.

Remember when I said I got Bubblegum Bitch from Mallaidh Anne, and how a lot of my early ideas came from talking to MA and Brie about Jojo AU's? Well, that came to a head when I realized their AU Jojo selves would fit right at home in the cast. This is sorta getting into how the sausage is made, but I don't wanna make anyone think Pepsi and Shirlie aren't their own actual characters. I basically took their appearances, Stands, and one or two one-dimensional characteristics and then extrapolated two characters from the ingredients that way.

Art by @casualswords

This resulted in Pa-Pa-Power and Mist being added to the story as well! This art predates Wayward Baby by about three years, and it's actually the first art that was included in the story. (Art in the earlier chapters was actually added retroactively. This includes the story cover and Marina/Bubblegum Bitch's designs.)

The last remaining member of the OC team was Ripley. She began as a throwaway character to get in an argument with Marina, but I actually liked their chemistry so much that I decided to have her stick around for an entire chapter. Then they had an even gayer dynamic, and I knew it was over.

Agent Ripley, Art by @gotham-gargoyle

With the crew of five original babies, the story was finally ready to kick off proper! Please consider reading it if you haven't, I put a lot of work into it! Wayward Baby is ~534k words, and the series is still ongoing at 613,367! I'm not stopping anytime soon!

Art by @gotham-gargoyle

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Stranger Things Have Happened (Stranger things Hendersonxreader! HC's)

Description: Y/N Henderson is loved by all and feared by few, here are a bunch of head cannons between you and the characters of stranger things season four.

Character(s): eleven, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, will, max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Erica, Eddie, Billie (wdym he's dead??)

Warning(s): spoilers?? (Not really, this is pretty freeform), The byers and El are still in Hawkins, Gay, cursing, smutty?, Fluffy, drugs, alcohol, death, and that should b it (read at ur own risk)

A/n: I'm back! I haven't posted an x reader or hc since 2020 ! Those were strictly also for AOT (but if you're like me and a fan of both please feel free to check out my other works) I love stranger things and if u look at my old master list you'd see that I had originally planned to write for that series as well. If u guys like this let me know, if u guys wanna see more aot let me know, or literally anything else- lmk

Word Count: 3K

Song: running up that hill - Kate bush

*all gifs used are not mine and full credit goes to the owner :)

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For most of your life, until the summer before your junior year, you had been considered pretty much an outcast. Weekends and free time was spent with you playing dnd and practically constructing campaigns for your brother and his friends by yourself. By the time you were fifteen you were a level 10 dm.

While this was fucking sick for you and your brothers friends- the rest of Hawkins didn't agree. Not only that, but you had your younger brothers signature curly short hair, and black, thick, wide lense glasses and large metal trapping around your teeth (braces).

For many years, your only friends were the friends your brother had. Which didn't score you any points amongst your peers. However, when shit hit the fan in Hawkins you fought like a total badass, and became friends with some of the older Hawkins kids who went to your school. (Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve.)

When Max and her brother Billy arrived, you were just a sophomore. When you, Steve, Max, Lucas, and Dustin all got stuck in a bus you and Steve had to fight tooth and nail to get those kids to safety, Billy Hargrove repaid you by almost hitting your bike (with you on it) with his car.

Then, when you went to summer camp- and your younger brother Dustin went to his own, you returned looking like you belonged on some sort of calendar. Robin and Steve couldn't look you in the eye. Robin, you became fast friends with, she shared your love of making Steve's life miserable. You worked with Billy as a lifeguard, and he followed you around like a puppy. Which, considering how you feel about Billy could be regarded as a win or a loss.

Now, here you are. A senior in high school, and a cheerleader. (Nancy told you to try out after noticing how flexible you were when the two of you were fighting alongside one another at the mall). You know everyone and everyone knows you- so, let's get these head cannons started shall we?

A very drunk and a very high y/n

You weren't BIG on partying. You would've much rather been home, dancing around your room, hair brush in hand, singing some Madonna song- but here you are, after a big win for hawkins basketball team, in a very crowded and loud living room party.

You're wearing the cutest mini skirt and the cutest top, both outlining your delicious curves. Your hair is teezed to the nines into a semi-space bun. (Your love for Star Wars endures). However, your makeup is slightly smeered, and your eyes are glassy.

You've had about four red solo cups too many, and you've been spoon fed a blunt. It's a wonder you can walk. You giggle as you shuffle through the crowd of teenagers. "Y/n? Y/n Henderson?"

You paused, turning around to see Billy Hargrove give you a once over. If your face wasn't already warm with the alcohol, you would've blushed. "Billy!" You teetered over, and he helped you keep balance.

"having a good time?" He laughed, but gently moved a stray hair from your face. You leaned into his touch. Usually, you would've threatened him or tried to hit him, but at the moment you were choosing to live, laugh, love instead pain, war, and homicide.

"yesss." You drew. Billy smiled. "Where's Chrissy? She didn't leave you like this, did she?" You frowned. You couldn't really remember, actually. "I don't know, I think she went to the bathroom." You were yelling now, over the pulsing music. He nodded. "Lets get you some water."

He went to move, but you pulled him towards you instead, and suddenly you were meer inches away. Billy bit his bottom lip. "Stay." He shook his head. "I'll be right back." He let go, and moved to the kitchen. However when he did, the song changed. "I love kate bush." You smiled, and began to sway your hips, moving backwards from where you stood.

Then, suddenly you're plowed into from behind. Luckily for you, it's Eddie Munson.

Eddie had referred to you as his dream girl, because, you definitely were. Not only were you hot but you were also a god at dnd. Best of both worlds. He had gone to this party as a main distributor of goods, and hadn't expected you to be there. So when he bumped into you, and immediately caught you before you hit the ground, he was FLOURED.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and touched his nose to yours. "Hey motley Crue, what's the damage?" Your voice was lower, and velvety in Eddie's ears. "I'm-I was-I am- I, uh, Just dropping off some..." He frowned at your dazed expression. Then he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling. "Are you drunk, Henderson?"

You laughed. "Maybe I am Eddison. What are you going to do about it?" You booped his nose. Eddie shook his head. "Yeah, alright." He immediately walked (closer to carry) you out, through the crowd and to his car. He drove you home, expecting only your little brother to be there.

Little did he know...

"Is that your sister, Dustin?" Erica stood at the window looking out the front yard, and Dustin frowned. "My sister is at a sleepover right now-" "Nope, that is definitely y/n." Max grimaced, standing next to Erica at the window.

Dustin frowned and came around to where they stood, Steve following pursuit. When they arrived to stand behind Max and Erica, Dustin smacked his forehead. Eddie Munson was carrying you through their front yard, and you weren't making it easy, flopping around the poor guy like he was a pole and you a stripper.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, will, Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin all now stood at the window, watching Eddie all but drag you to the front door. "Oh shit." Dustin sighed. Steve rushed out the door, helping Eddie by taking your feet as Eddie took your shoulders.

"what happened?" Johnathan was worried, with all the weird shit happening recently he feared that maybe this wasn't innocent. His mind went to the upside down, to some terrible new creature that they would have to deal with, or MAYBE- Nancy reassured him. "Looks like one of the basketball parties." Eddie looked up at the brunette. "How'd you know?"

She winced slightly. "Personal experience." Eddie and Steve put you on the couch. "I'll get some water." Dustin pointed her to where the cups could be found. "I heard it was supposed to be pretty big." Lucas said, standing next to Max.

Nancy acted as a mother to you, bringing you water, and directing them to place you on your side. Jonathan mostly just tried to make sure you hadn't been taken over by some dnd villain and when he was sure you were just wasted- he let Nancy do her thing.

Eleven was worried that you were about to die, so she immediately grabbed your hand for reassurance. (Whether that was for you or her, idk). Eleven hadn't really seen anyone wasted before, let alone you, her idol. "What if she has alcohol poisoning!" You giggled. "El, your hands are so small!" Eleven frowned. Were her hands small?

Mike snorted and El shot him a glare. Mike nodded and gave you two some more space.

Dustin was pacing, ranting, and absolutely pissed. "Of all the times, y/n seriously!", "What if mom finds out?", "Jesus Christ y/n." And finally "she's okay, right?" El's comment on alcohol poisoning seemed to cool him for the moment.

Lucas kind of wished he was like you right now, drink and high off your balls...but he also realized that this was really, really embarrassing.

Will was worried about you, but he didn't really want to get involved, considering he had no clue what do when someone got alcohol poisoning.

Steve was fussing over you, like BIG time. "Y/n, seriously?" You kept trying to touch his hair. Finally he gave in, but only when you promised to lay on your side and drink some water. "Drink this." He practically poured the water down your throat. "Thanks, Daddy." you said after swallowing, causing Steve to turn bright red. He coughed, and Eddie gave him a look.

Robin was trying to get you to talk as much as possible. This was funny. You were such a cute drunk, too! "Y/n, how do you feel about the humpty dump?"

Eddie and Steve kept arguing about how best to take care of you, to which you interjected, "Don't worry boys, there's enough holes for-" "Y/N! Jesus Christ!" Dustin was slamming his head into the wall.

Y/n saves them

You worked with Billy as a lifeguard at the city pool. You were closing with him, and had made it to your bike when you realized you left your house keys in your locker. So, you begrudgingly went back into the pool. You heard screaming, and at first you thought, funny haha, but then...you rushed in, to see Billy being literally fucking attacked by some venom looking shit. You grabbed the half naked boy and chucked your bag at the creature, giving both of you enough time to escape. The two of you were literally hooked onto each other, and you didn't realize just how close the two of you were clutching each other until he was pushing you into his truck and getting the hell out of there.

Eddie had just witnessed Chrissy's brain explode in her fucking skull. In his trailer. On the roof. Your home phone rang and you had begrudgingly answered, worried that it would disturb your mom. "Hello?" A shaky voice on the other end preened at the sound of your own. "Y/n? Y/n oh thank God. You would not believe what just fucking happened I was here and Chrissy was here and then all of a sudden the lights and her eyes and then bones started cracking and oh my god-" You blinked, trying to rapidly comprehend what was happening over the line. Eddie had never sounded like this. He didn't even sound like Eddie. He sounded like some kid who lost their parent at a grocery store. "Eddie, slow down, what are you-" A sharp intake of breath- "Chrissy's dead, y/n." You paused. Chrissy had been a friend of yours, someone you actually really liked (one of the few people on your squad.). Like the others? You wondered, biting your lip. "I'm on my way."

"Russians? Dustin have you lost your goddamned mind?" You stared at your younger brother and his new found little friend (who was also Luca's little sister,) Erica. "Y/n I know it sounds crazy, but I promise you, Robin and Steve were taken by-" You raised a hand and cut him off. Turning to Erica, you raised a brow. "They did sound Russian." You sighed. "So there's just a bunch of Russians conducting secret experiments in secret elevator shafts at Starcourt Mall?" Dustin nodded. "Yes." You nodded. "And these Russians have kidnapped Robin and Steve?" Erica nodded. "Yeah." You nodded again. "This is like the tenth time I saved Steve's ass." You let out a huff. "let me get my bat."

"Robin? Can you hear me?" Robin gave you a big doe-eyed look, smiling slowly. "So fucking pretty." She mumbled, looking up at you from where you had her on the floor, trying desperately to get her to wake up or move or something. The guards couldn't be distracted forever. You flushed, but forrowed your brows, trying to (unsuccessfully) ignore that. "Robin can you stand?" She touched your face, gently grazing your cheek with her hand. You swallowed. "Is that a yes or...?" "Y/n?!" Your brother yelled from behind you, causing you to Jump. "Jesus! What?" He crept closer to you. "They've been drugged." You rolled your eyes. "really? You think." Robin giggled. "Funny and beautiful." Dustin gave her a confused look. "Is she talking about me?" Oh jeez.

As you said before, you had saved Steve at least ten times before. The two of you had known each other since that time at the Byers, when you were with Nancy and Jonathan and the lights kept flickering and a fucking demon from the pits of Hell came up from no where. Steve had decided to crash the party, which would pay off in the end, but not until you ended up almost getting your windpipe crushed into bits.

Both you and Jonathan held bats in your hands- although you had to admit that Jonathan's was much cooler (barbed spikes wrapped around it's too) and Nancy in between the two of you, with a loaded gun cocked in her hands. She kind of scared you, but also like "girlboss". Steve walked behind you, much to your dismay. The dude was definitely going to get you all killed because he kept freaking out.

Jonathan led the way into his living room, your heart beating in your ears. "Nice place." You swallowed. Then Steve started to lose it. Again. "This is crazy! This is crazy!" You gripped your bat. "I'm gonna hit him." Nancy gave you a look.

He grabbed the phone from their wall and began dialing, Nancy grabbing it from his hand and flinging it. You peered around the room, the feeling of unease you had only growing. They argued as you swept your surroundings, you vaguely hearing Nancy tell Steve that he had to leave. Then he was gone. Then the lights began to flicker.

The three of you stayed in the middle of the room. "Where is it?" Nancy whipped around and Jonathan raised his bat. "Come on you son of a bitch." You swallowed. "I don't think we should taunt it." Then the lights turned off, and it tackled Jonathan to the floor. As Nancy shot at it, you slammed your bat into it's flower like face.

That only pissed it off. It went after Nancy, who quickly shot at it until no bullets were left. Then as got close, you went at it from behind, hitting it over and over again. It's attention turned to you, before Steve jumped into the mix, grabbing Jonathan's forgotten bat and hitting it from it's other side.

The Demogorgon grabbed you by your throat, hoisting you up. Steve hit it at a particular angle, and it dropped you. You pulled the trap around it's ankle, and grabbed Steve as you choked. The four of you now stood at the end of the room, Nancy telling Jonathan to essentially light that mother fucker up like a fucking Roman candle on the fourth of July. Or something like that.

From that point on you and Steve were kind of like a package deal. One saving the other and so forth. Of course this was also the first time you fought or helped save Nancy and Jonathan (not like it'll be the last). "I'm, y/n by the way." You stretched out a sweaty palm. Steve, the king, took it in his. "Steve."

You, yourself had never really helped save Will or Mike. BUT you had helped them to escape, and to destroy your towns brand new and very shiny mall. Which as much as you wished you could say was an accomplishment because you helped destroy a bad guy- it made you sad. You actually liked that mall.

When you, Dustin, Steve, Lucas, and Max all got stuck in a junk yard surrounded by demodogs, it was literally up to you and Steve to get those kids out of there. They surrounded you two, Lucas doing his best to inform you both of their next moves. Once again, you and Steve would work side by side. "There's too many of them!" You called, after getting in a few good hits of some demodog. "We got to get these kids out of here!" Steve only yelled back.

By the end, when the five of you reached safety, Dustin jokingly asked if he should start calling the two of you mom and dad. "Please, god help us all if the hair ball over here decides he wants children." Steve glared at you. "Hey! I'll have you know that I'll be doing the hair industry a favor if and when I decide to have children."

You didn't think that you did much to help El. Like, the kid didn't need help, much less saving, from you especially. You were just a dnd player with a bat and sarcasm. But to El, you were a life saver. Not in the ways were you saved her from a mind flayer or Vecna. But in the ways that you took her hand and soothed her, braided her hair, painted her nails. If it weren't for you she would've been stuck around a bunch of smelly boys who were a lil too obsessed with dnd (you were just a lil better off). Can you imagine?

Y/n gives some relationship advice

(Steve, Billy, Eddie, and Robin did not receive any relationship advice because, as you would often so kindly point out to them, they are single.)

Dustin hasn't originally came to you for advice about Max, but you were there when he asked Steve. You were shocked, because what the fuck did Steve know about women? "Wait why are you asking him? What does he know about women?" Steve gave you a look. "I know plenty about women." You rolled your eyes. "aren't you single?" Dustin interjected. "Y/n, no offense but you've never dated anyone before. Also your my sister and I'd rather eat my foot off then talk to you about what women like so." You gasped. "I'm waiting to get into a relationship until I have my braces off, thank you very much! Also even if I've never had a boyfriend I still know what I'd want." Steve snorted. You gave him a sharp look. "Shut it, hair gel. Dustin, women like it when men are upfront and honest and confident and-" "blah, blah, blah. He's what you want to do." Steve cut you off. You shoved him, and he grabbed you, the two of you falling to the ground. When you landed, the two of you were meer inches from one another's face. Steve's breath quickened slightly and he gave you a soft look. You shoved him back down before hoping up. You wrapped an arm around Dustin. "Just be yourself. Who doesn't love Dustin Henderson?"

"Mike, Mike, Mike." You tutted, watching as El and Max walked away, having just seen the girl break up him. He rolled his eyes. "Not right now, Y/n can't you see I just got-" "your ass dumped?" You lifted a brow. Mike looked like he was about to cry, so you rolled your eyes and patted his back. "You may have brought this on yourself, but I think I know how you can fix this." Mike looked up at you hopefully. "Really?" You nodded. "it's called communication. Talk to her. It does wonders." Mike slumped and you patted his back, smiling at Lucas and Will as you left. Then you paused. "Wait, where's Dustin?"

Lucas was having Max problems. So, he went to the only person who knew who could help. "Lucas? What's up? Dnd isn't for another-" Dustin check his watch "22 hours?" Lucas nodded. He stood outside your house, and Dustin stood at the front door, standing between him and a happy relationship. "I know, Dustin. I'm here to see y/n." Dustin snorted. "Y/n? She'll be at dnd too?" Lucas rolled his eyes. "No, it's not about dnd, Dustin." Dustin frowned. "Is it about English? I can help you better than she can, shes terrible at writing essays." Lucas shook his head. "No, Dustin, I need-" You arrived behind your brother. "Hey Sinclair. Nice do." He took a breath of relief. "thanks. Can I talk to you." You shared a look with Dustin, before shaking your head. Dustin only rolled his eyes. Lucas found himself in your kitchen, allowing you to grab him a glass of water. "What can I help you with, ole buddy ole pal?" Lucas swallowed. "It's max. I think she's mad at me for joining the team." You frowned. "You think?" He sighed. "Okay, I know. She thinks that I'm going to ditch everyone but I only did it to-" he stopped. Lucas couldn't bring himself to admit it. You sat the glass of water down in front of him. Your shook your head knowingly. "The same thing happened to me. Not with Dustin, really, but...I understand. The best thing you can do, is to let Max know that you're still Lucas. You've told her why your playing, right?" Lucas shrugged. "Well, start there. It's best to be honest. You're a good boyfriend, and I know you love her. Everything will be okay, I promise." You smiled at him, and Lucas returned it. "Will you talk to her? She listens to you." You sighed. "I'll think about it." Lucas made a move to beg. "Fine! Fine, I'll talk to her but no promises." Lucas fist bumped the air. "Alright! Thanks y/n!" You rolled your eyes. "only 17 and yet I feel like I have six kids."

"Will, is everything okay?" Will jumped, before your voice fully registered in his head. "Oh, yeah, I was just..." He was alone, sitting outside your porch. It was a dnd night, so his appearance wasn't odd, but what was odd was the fact that he was outside when the party was inside. "Are you sure?" Will shrugged. You sat down beside him. "You know, being different shouldn't make you feel like you should exclude yourself. Everyone is different. There's nothing wrong with that." Will was silent. You nodded. "You, know, I'm different too." He slowly looked up. "yeah, me, y/n Henderson. And I'm okay with it. You should be too." Will meet your gaze. "do you think other people will-" you snorted. "I don't care about other people. Neither should you. The only person who matters to you, is you." He nodded. "You make it sound easy."

"But why does he lie?" El tucked her hands behind her legs. She sat on your bed watching as you made her a friendship bracelet. "He's scared. People lie when they're scared." El watched you work. "What is he scared of?" You added a green bead to the bracelet. "the truth. If he hasn't talked to you straightout, then there's something he doesn't want you to know." El was silent for a moment. "What do I do?" You paused. "well, if you've tried to talk to him about it and that didn't work, then if I were you, I'd probably..." Breaking up with Mike seemed rather harsh. But it would probably be the most effective. "Break up." El was silent again. "Here you go!" You took the now finished bracelet and slipped it on her wrist, smiling. "What do you think?" El, for the first time in a bit smiled a big tooth grin. "I love it!"

"let me ask you this, maximus, are you happy?" You took a drink of your milkshake. Max copied you, then nodded. "yeah. Until he does something stupid." You laughed. "okay, well, I think that the best thing for you to do, is just wait and see." You folded your hands underneath your chin. "wait and see?" Max have you an incredulous look. "Yes. I mean life is about the unknown and how you respond to the unknown. So just hang in there. If it doesn't work out and he changes or you change then-" you waved your hands. "You've seen. that's all you can do." Max nodded. "Well, well, if it isn't my sis and my y/n." Billy came waltzing up to your table. You rolled your eyes. "Don't you have a bed of a middle aged woman calling you somewhere?" You glared at your work partner, who's smile only seemed to grow from your comment. "No, I figure I could make time for a teenaged woman's bed for tonight." Max's face scrunched up in disgust. "Ew."

Nancy was teasing your hair, getting you all dolled up for winter formal. She was humming, and you were smiling because that girl had hands like a god. "This looks so good!" She smiled, "thank you." You clapped your hands. "So is Jonathan picking you up?" Nancy nodded. "How's that going?" She shrugged. Your smile faultered. "Oh no " she waved you off. "no, no, it's nothing like that it's just. You know. Hard. Sometimes." You cocked your head. Nancy sighed. "Sometimes it just feels like he doesn't listen." You nodded. "youve tried talking to him about this?" She rolled her eyes. "It's kind of heard when he doesn't listen." That was fair. "maybe you should force him to. Make him jealous or something." Nancy paused. "what do you mean?" You smiled, "well..."

Jonathan was watching bitterly from the sidelines as Nancy was dancing with some underclassmen. He shook his head. The nerve of these kids. He and Nancy were literally matching, how could they not tell that the two of them were an item? "Jonathan, what are you doing just standing over here in a corner?" He turned to see you. "hey, y/n." He looked down. "Shouldn't you be over there with. Nancy?" He only shrugged. "She's looks like she's having a good time." You tutted. "I don't see that, I don't see that at all. She looks like she wants to die." Jonathan looked up at Nancy. "I think you should go over there, and get that dude away from her. I mean she is your girl. I can't believe you haven't done it already." He frowned. "But she said yes when he asked her to dance?" You rolled her eyes. "You weren't listening, Jonathan. Nancy's nice so of course she said yes. That was your que to interject. 'no, she was actually going to dance with me.'" he looked at you. "you mean?" You nodded. "Go get your girl you big dork."

Y/n accidentally gives them a free show (they see her naked)

(the kids + Jonathan are excluded for obvious reasons)

Nancy saw you naked once and that one time being the time you were so drunk you couldn't stand. She helped you out of your clothes, and into pajamas. "Thanks Nan." You mumbled, however not letting her get anything done. She grunted as she tried to put pants on your cement like body. "no." One leg. "Problem." The other. Nancy fell into the bed, already exhausted.

Billy and you had worked together for a bit at the pool and in that time, he could never really tell how you felt about him. His charm hadn't really worked on you- he blamed Harrington for that though. He thought the two of you had a little thing going, but after bringing it up to his little goblin- I mean, his little sister, Max, he found that that was simply not true. There was no way you couldn't find him attractive though, so Billy was just plain befuddled. He whistled to himself, checking to make sure that all the showers were empty and ready to be cleaned. The pool had been closed for exactly an hour now, giving the good people at the city pool plenty of time to get there shit gone. It was his job to check everything out and then report back to you, so that you could begin the cleaning processes. The dude showers were empty, along with the lockers. So he began to head up front, when he heard your voice call from the women's showers. "BILLY! BILLY!" this was pre-demodog/spider/mind flayer, so Billy's first thought was that perhaps a man had gotten into the women's showers, so immediately he ran in there, no thoughts just charge. He ran right into you, wrapped up in a towel. This unfortunately caused your towel to drop, and Billy to get a mouth, I mean, eye full. He gasped. "Y/n, if you wanted-" you punched his shoulder, working to get your towel back on. "Billy what the fuck are you doing?" He smiled. "I heard you calling. Sounded like an alarm. I thought something was wrong." Billy gave you a sly look. You put your hands on your hips. "I was trying to tell you that the Shower in stall 2 is clogged. If there was an intruder I would've said, 'intruder!'." He smiled at you. "Next time we should probably coordinate our warning yells." You sighed. The two of you stood there for a while, your cheeks reds and Billy's body hot. Finally, you shoved him. "Shouldn't you be doing something. Get out of here so I can change." Billy gave you one more once over. "Yes ma'am." He turned, and you took a breath, trying to get some self control back. Who runs into the girls bathroom?

It was still warm from the summer, and you sat in Eddie's van, tracing one of his tattoos. "You know, I kind of want one." He raised a brow and smirked, his eyes teasing. "Little miss cheer captain wants a tattoo? Isn't that like sacrilege for you guys or something?" You shrugged. "Not if I get it where they can't see it." Eddie stopped smiling, red dusting his cheeks. "Like uh, your thigh or something?" You stopped and stared at him. "yeah because they totally can't see my thighs in a cheer uniform." You rolled your eyes and stood, Eddie quickly following pursuit. "I think I wanna get something like a D20 surrounded by flames. Or maybe a dice with the number 12 on it, because that's the level I'm on right now. What do you think?" Eddie handed you a joint, allowing you to bring it to your lips. He lit for you, catching your gaze. You took a drag, and blew, hitting him in the face. He smiled. "Hot." You nodded, handing him the joint. "Come with me?" Eddie doesn't think before he responds. He takes you to the place he got his, watching (with permission) as they give you the coolest d12 tattoo ever- right in between your boobs.

You giggled, dragging Robin past the gates of Hawkins city pool. It was 10pm, and you two were most certainly not supposed to be here. However what was the harm in a little late night fun? "Y/n, we're going to get in trouble." Robin said, although her smile made the serverity of her words diminish. "Not if we don't get caught." You laughed, tugging her along. When you made it to the water, you stripped off your shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes. "Come on, come on." You ushered Robin to hurry, only receiving a groan in response. Robin mimicked your actions, and within minutes the two of you were in the pool. "Oh my God, let me show you my dive!" You climbed out, fast walking (don't run) to the diving board. When you got in position you turned to where Robin was, watching you expectantly. "I learned this bad boy in Summer camp." You did your dive and it was fucking awesome. Robin clapped for you, but when you returned to the surface a clothing piece of your had gone missing. Robins face was bright red, and she hurried to grab it for you. You laughed good naturedly. "I know I'd get all tens of judges saw this." Robin shushed you, working like a lightning bolt to put your bra back on. "y/n, I love you, but please never do that in public." You bit your tongue. "Why? Are you the jealous type?"

Steve was actually looking for Dustin. He'd never been in the Henderson household before- at least not upstairs anyway, so him accidentally opening your door to your room instead of your brothers was purely an accident! Okay, so maybe he knew it was your room. He just wanted to see what y/n Henderson was really like. Steve had no clue that you'd be home (considering the fact that Dustin told him you weren't- because he didn't want Steve to try and hangout with you instead.) One second he's opening your door the next he's getting the full view of your curves and the way your silhouette has a halo of light that just glows around each edge of your body. He can't even try to cover up the fact that he's checking you out. Because Steve Harrington is literally getting dry mouth from the way your freshly washed hair sticks to your shoulders. Then, time speeds up because you turn, and when you do, he doesn't turn away fast enough. "Jesus, sorry!" your eyes widened in shock as Steve slams your door shut. "Sorry! I-" you slam it open, now wrapped up in a towel, eyes narrowed and furious. "Steven Harrington what the fuck is your-" You take in his form. A slow smile spreads to your lips.

Y/n in trouble!

You've been targeted by Vecna, and the group are all scared shitless, because if anything happens to you-

Eleven will literally die for you. You've done so much for her, you've protected her, you've stood up for her, and you were literally the first female influence she ever had in her life. When she found out that something had happened to you, and that Vecna was now after you- El lost her shit. Immediately she went to the group- she had been the first to find out.

Not only was she having to deal with shitty bullies and the reoccurring trauma of the number brigade, but now one of the most important people in her life may be killed. She's ready for fight tooth and nail for you.

Mike is worried. You're like a second sister to him, and even though you kind of terrify him- it terrifies him even more that something bad could happen to you. He was also worried because of the way the room completely changed. Everyone just stared at El as if she herself transformed into a Demogorgon.

Dustin hasn't felt fear like this before. Usually, it's always been you saving him, not the other way around. You have a plan for everything. Your his big sis, his best friend, and his partner in crime. The coldness that comes with your absence is being stabbed in the gut. "What do you mean...are you..." that was all the poor kid could get out. No plan, no words, no nothing. He was frozen.

When Lucas started playing basketball for Hawkins you were probably his only supporter. You rallied for him, and he realized that you had probably had a similar thing happen to you, when you became a cheerleader. So, you being in trouble made him mad, pissed actually. "Guys?" He cut through the silence. "We need to get help."

Will liked you a lot. You had been his friend for almost as long as Dustin had, and when Mike ditched dnd, no matter what you were doing you had always made time. While, you weren't Mike, your kindness still made him happy. Not to mention, you were the only person who told him happy birthday. You didn't deserve this. So, he nodded emphatically with Lucas. Then the room turned upside down (no pun intended), and everyone started losing their shit.

El was crying and fighting with Mike, who was so stressed he was turning mean, Dustin was yelling, Lucas was trying to get them to listen, and Will could only stand there, "um..guys..."

Max was ready to kick some ass. She adored you. Especially with how patient you were, how kick ass you were. She had told Lucas more times than she could count that she wanted to be just like you. Probably without all the Cheerleader stuff, though. "Guys, we have to save her!" Max had urged the group, who was practically splittering with your disappearance. They all paused, looking at Max as if they'd just now realized she was there. "Lucas is right, we need help. Come on."

Nancy wasn't sure she heard Dustin right. You? Y/n Henderson? In trouble? Taken by Vecna? She grit her teeth. "How?" The kids in front of her just gave a her a look, fear, sadness, despairation. That's when Nancy knew. She took a deep breath. "Let's get her back."

Jonathan grabbed his car, he and the boys stockpiling flashlights, ropes, music tapes, and all of the essentials. "Don't worry. We're going to get her back."

Steve practically crashed into the Wheeler house. "Where is she?" He was losing his mind. He loved- I mean, he cared about you a lot. "What happened?" He was pacing, hands on his head. "Steve." Nancy, tried to get his attention. "Steve " he kept pacing and mumbling incoherently, so Nancy grabbed him. "Steve!" He paused and she glanced at the kids, watching him. He understood then, nodding. "Alright, alright. Let's do this."

Robin kept wiping away stray tears when she was sure no one was looking. "Alright, so what's the plan?" Robin would be lying if she didn't have a thing for you- it seemed like everyone had a thing for you- but beyond that, you were like a best friend. She had been worried something like this would happen, the feeling of not being able to escape, of being trapped- maybe it had been right. They were never going to be free. "This place is going to Hell."

Erica was just there to mainly keep everyone in line. Of course, your disappearance was scary, but Erica was Erica, and if these bitches wanted to help you, then they would have to bitch up.

Dustin was the one who told Eddie. They needed his skill- a dnd master to help find another dnd master. Eddie at first thought that Dustin was fucking with him. "Yeah, alright sure Henderson-" Steve cut in. "He's not fucking around, Munson. We need your help." Eddie was INTO you, and the idea of some evil fallen wizard now having control of you, caused him to dig his rings into his skin. He remembered when he gave you one, and how surprised he was when your wore it to a game with your cheer outfit on. He swallowed.

Billy had accidentally found out about your disappearance. He had really tried to let go of what happened in the summer previous, but nope. Fucking Hawkins. "Where are you all out to in such a fucking hurry?" He snickered. Steve moved to get into his face, but Max caught him off. She new that Billy had a crush on you. "Y/n's gone."

Billy stopped. "what do you mean, y/n's gone?"

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A/n: hello again, I know this was probably confusing and probably rushed, but I had the idea and had to get it out of my head. Comments and criticism are welcomed! Remember requests are also opened! Happy reading!

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parenthood part nineteen: rivals

a/n: happy sunday besties!! i hope you guys enjoy this , i want all the thoughts so please let me know! reblogs are super appreciated! enjoy and sending everyone a hug xoxo (p.s. thank you to @astheskylinefalls for the name suggestion 😉)

warnings: swearing, complicated sibling/family dynamics, verbal arguments, allusions to smut

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

     It has to be a dream. 

This is the first thought running through your head as you stand on your deck with a cup of coffee in your hand and slippers on your feet, smiling at the scene in front of you. It is a bright and beautiful Saturday morning, and when you’d awakened this morning with a groan and a refusal to get up, Rafe encouraged you to stay in bed. For once, you’d listened to him and fallen back to sleep.

Now, he stands in the shallow end of the pool with Josie in his arms, cheering Connor on as he shows the two of them his different jumps. You’ve gone unnoticed since you slipped out, and you hope it remains that way. 

The second thought, the one you’re both excited for and dreading, is the arrival of three happening later today. Ever since the birth announcement of Topper and Sarah’s sweet baby girl, everyone has been waiting for them to get permission to fly so they could come home. You feel as if you’re bouncing off the walls with excitement, but also not looking forward to the drama that comes with Sarah coming home. 

“Daddy, watch!” Connor exclaims, taking off and doing his best cannon-ball into the water. 

Rafe and Josie cheer for him as he pops his head back up in the water, grinning with pride when he sees the clapping. 

“That was great, buddy,” Rafe beams, “Right, Jo?”

“Great,” Josie agrees. 

“Can Josie do a jump with me?” Connor asks. 

Immediately, Josie latches onto the idea. She squirms in Rafe’s tight grip as he considers, weighing the pros and cons. You laugh to yourself, because Rafe used to tease you about being too protective over Connor. Now, as you watch him, you know he’s getting a taste of his own medicine as he considers all the ways his baby girl could hurt herself. 

“Please, dada,” she begs, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. 

Rafe sighs and kisses her forehead, then nods, “Okay. But jump to me, okay, princess?”

“Okay,” she agrees. 

Rafe carries Josie to the edge of the pool and lifts her up, letting her stand while she waits for Connor to join her on the side of the deck. He takes her hand once he reaches her, then explains how to do a cannon-ball. 

You watch Rafe grimace with every step Josie takes; her toddler body unbalanced and her head extremely unprotected against the edge of the pool. Only once Josie has jumped in the water beside Connor and Rafe scoops her up do you see his shoulders relax. 

“Did you see, Daddy?” she asks, wiping wet hair from her eyes. 

“That was so good, baby,” Rafe smiles, “I’m so proud of you.”

Josie gives him a grin back, then seems to relax into his chest. Rafe kisses the top of her head as he cradles her while Connor moves over to the basketball hoop that rests near the shallow end of the pool. He fishes the ball from the water and throws up a couple of shots while Rafe watches, taking a seat on the steps of the pool. 

Rafe’s eyes start to wander, and you see the exact moment his eyes catch on your figure. He grins and waves you over, never looking away as you descend from the deck and down to the pool.

“Hey, Mama!” Connor cheers, “Wanna see me shoot the ball all the way from here?”

You smile, clinging to your coffee mug, “Go for it, bub.”

He shoots and hits the rim, then frowns when the ball splashes into the water. 

“Almost there, buddy, keep working on it,” Rafe encourages, then turns to you, “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” you answer, sitting down on the side and sliding your feet into the water. 

“Coffee still hot for you?”

You smile before you can help it; that even after so long, Rafe still makes the coffee every morning and worries to death that it won’t be hot enough by the time you get to it. 

“Yes,” you nod, “Thank you.”

He lifts his hand out of the water and places it on your bare thigh, where he gives you an encouraging squeeze. Josie sits up from his chest and gives you a wide smile, then holds her arms up to show you her floaties. 

“Mommy, Daddy made me wear these,” she reports, “I can swim, though. I’m a big girl.”

“You are, honey, but you’re not done with your swim lessons yet,” you remind her. 

She frowns, “So, I have to wear them?”

“Yes,” you laugh, “For now.”

“When I’m older like Bubby, can I take them off?”

“You can,” Rafe nods. 

“Okay.”

She caves easily and climbs off of Rafe’s lap, standing up on the stair below you and wrapping her fist around Rafe’s pointer finger. You smile at his refusal to completely let go of her, even when she’s reaching for you. 

“Did you notice the date today?” Rafe asks you softly, adjusting his sunglasses. 

You nod, “Yes.”

“You think she’ll call?”

You know what you really think, but you also know what Rafe wants to hear. 

Today’s the day he’s going to see his sister for the first time since she left town, and as much as Rafe doesn’t want to talk about her, you know she’s on his mind. Even if he won’t admit it. 

“Maybe,” you shrug, “Do you want her to?”

“No,” he says immediately. 

You nod to yourself, then set your coffee mug down beside you. Josie holds her hands out, and silently, you kiss your dry clothes goodbye as you lift her up and onto your lap. She lets go of Rafe’s finger, letting his hand fall into the water. 

At the action, Rafe turns to see what’s going on, then shakes his head at his daughter. 

“Jo, come on, you’re getting Mommy all wet,” Rafe frowns. 

“I wanna sit with her,” she says, snuggling in closer.

You nod over her head that it’s okay, and Rafe relaxes. His hand remains on your thigh, though, squeezing every so often just as his own way of saying he loves you. 

     Rafe is in the middle of getting Josie dressed for the day after her bath when your phone rings. Maddie, again. You pick it up and balance the phone on your shoulder as you press it to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Maddie greets you, sounding well-rested as ever, “I’m grabbing coffees and donuts on the way over, do you want anything else?”

You sigh, “Mads, you have a toddler and a baby. How are you finding the time to have coffee and donuts?”

It doesn’t help that you’re hurrying to find Connor’s white shoes, because he refuses to wear the blue ones and wants to wear the white ones because they’ll match his Uncle Topper.

“Oh, don’t be fooled,” she snorts, “I grabbed the keys when Kelce wasn’t looking and took off. I just needed five minute of quiet.”

You laugh, finding one white shoe under the couch, “Well played. But, no, I think that will do. Everything else in the guest house is pretty taken care of.”

When you turn, you find Rafe at the bottom of the stairs with a fully-dressed Josie. She squirms from his grip and runs off to the playroom while he stares at you, a somber expression on his face. 

“Okay, good,” Maddie continues, “See you in half-an-hour.”

“Okay,” you reply, keeping your gaze fixed on Rafe as you hang up, “What is it?”

He shrugs, “The guest house.”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“It’s just — I built that for us. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy to see Top and my niece living there, but, y’know, I just wish they were doing it as a family.”

You nod in understanding, wasting no time closing the space between the two of you and wrapping your arms around him.

“They are a family, Rafe,” you remind him.

“You know what I mean,” he replies. 

“I do. I love that place, too, but it’s going to serve a great purpose. This is a good thing.”

Slowly, Rafe nods, “I know. Did you find his shoes?”

You hold up only one, making Rafe chuckle. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. 

“Go get dressed. I’ll find the other one,” he promises. 

You look up at him and peck him on the lips, grateful he’s always so willing to step up. 

“Thanks. I won’t be long.”

He nods and taps your ass as you walk away, giving you a smirk when you turn around and shake your head. 

     Two white shoes, a juice box, and a cooler full of beer later, the four of you are off to Ward and Rose’s. Maddie, Kelce, and the kids along with Ward and Rose are all outside when the four of you arrive. Connor and Josie run straight to Noah to play while Maddie holds Julian against her chest. 

Ward and Rose both beam with the proud expressions of fresh grandparents who are anxious to meet the newest addition to the family. Rafe grabs a beer for you, himself, and Kelce, opting for a water for Maddie since she’s breastfeeding Julian and takes every single precaution she reads on the internet seriously. 

As time goes by, you notice how quiet Rafe seems to be compared to his usual self. He loves Saturdays; especially ones with his friends, kids, and wife. But, today, all you notice is the way he calmly laughs at jokes when appropriate, sips on his beer, and never lets go of your leg under the table. 

“Rafe,” you whisper, “You okay?”

He nods once, “Fine.”

“You know lying to your wife is extra bad karma, right?”

The smile tugging on his lips is enough for you to relax. Out of the corner of his eyes, Rafe stares at you, trying his best not to laugh. 

“Sweetheart, everything is fine. I’m completely under control—”

“Aunt Sarah!”

Josie’s squeal draws Rafe out of his place of complete control, and as Sarah rounds the corner to the backyard, snatching Josie up as she runs to her, Rafe’s jaw clenches. 

“Fuck.”

“Relax,” you whisper as everyone stands. 

Topper follows behind Sarah with the baby carrier in hand, looking exhausted but happy as ever. He grins the second he sees you, and before you know it, everyone is surrounding the three of them. 

“Okay, guys,” Topper speaks, setting the baby carrier down and removing his daughter from inside, “I’d like everyone to meet Eleanor Rose Thorton.”

Everyone gasps at her name, but nobody gasps the way Rose does. She immediately bursts into tears and becomes the first out of everyone to hold the new, sweet baby girl.

Topper makes a bee-line for you the second Eleanor is safely with Rose, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Finally,” you mumble in his ear, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Same here. I have so many questions,” he admits.

You laugh and pull back, assessing his face up close. He has a bit of stubble and his undereyes are much more purple than you’re used to, but you can tell just by his expression that he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“You can ask me anything,” you promise him. 

You’re not at all surprised when Kelce and Rafe snatch Topper away from you, pulling him into greeting embraces and trying to force beer onto him. Maddie steps to you and offers you Julian, who you greedily take from her. 

“Hi, handsome,” you whisper to him, watching him smile. 

“He’s beautiful.”

You and Maddie look up to find Sarah standing before you; sundress on, makeup done, and you envy how amazing she looks after just having had a baby. You offer her a smile and watch as she does the same, then give her a side hug as you remain cradling Julian. 

“It’s good to see you,” Maddie tells her, giving her a hug after you, “You look amazing.”

“You really do,” you add.

She beams, “Thank you both. Could I hold him?”

You and Maddie both nod as you pass Julian to him, and just as your arms grow empty, Rose steps over with Eleanor. 

“Look at her, Y/N,” Rose gushes, tears still in her eyes, “She’s so lovely.”

Even though she’s reluctant, Rose hands Eleanor over to you. The second you see her sweet, brown eyes, a pout forms on your lips. You laugh as you take in her outfit; a mismatched top and pants with blue socks. 

“Your daddy dressed you, didn’t he?” you whisper to her, “Don’t worry. I’m here for you. I won’t let him keep doing this to you.”

You look up in hopes of finding Rafe, to show him his niece, and find him already looking at you. You can’t read his expression, but you do recognize that little shift in his jaw and feel all too aware of the way his tongue wets his lips. 

You wave him over to you, watching as he immediately separates from the boys without a second thought. His beer bottle hangs between his fingers, almost like he’s forgotten he holds it. 

“Okay, sweet Eleanor, I’m your Aunt Y/N, and you have to meet your Uncle Rafe. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time,” you whisper, smiling down at her.

She coos just as Rafe’s hand snakes around your waist, “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

You look up at him with a furrow in your brows. 

“What are you talking about?”

He scoffs, “Standing over here, holding a baby, looking hot as—”

“Cameron,” you nudge him, teasing, “Come on. Be serious. Don’t you want to meet your niece?”

He looks down at her and smiles, reaching up to scratch her stomach, “Of course I do.”

You silently tell him to set his beer bottle down and then pass Eleanor over to him. Almost immediately, you see what he meant when he came over initially. The smile that spreads across his face as he cradles her makes it too hard to tear your eyes from, and when he starts to rock her, you’re sure you can feel your ovaries crying out to you. 

Rafe looks at you after a minute and snickers, taking in your expression and knowing all too well what’s going through your head. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” he urges, looking back down at Eleanor, “Wouldn’t take much convincing if you asked for one.”

You bite your lip, “Shut up.”

He laughs again, then nods to the group of adults moving toward the table, “Let’s go sit. Will you grab my beer?”

You nod and follow him to the table, where he remains caring for Eleanor. You sit beside Rafe and Topper sits beside you, while Sarah winds up at the opposite side of the table next to Ward. Without saying a word, you note how Rafe glances up at his sister and quickly looks away, clenching his jaw as he does so. 

“Was the flight okay with her?” Rose asks Sarah, who shrugs. 

“Topper pretty much handled everything,” she replies, “He was great. I was so tired, I had to sleep.”

Rafe snorts beside you, but the hand you place on his leg seems to have him bite his lip on any comment that might slip out. What you don’t expect, however, is Topper to come to Sarah’s defense. 

“She’s been up a lot with her, I didn’t mind. She needs her rest.”

Now, it’s your turn to clench your jaw, because over your numerous phone calls with Topper, you know he has been up with the baby, too. Rafe exchanges a glance with you, but you choose to let it go and pat his thigh to tell him. 

“Well, Maddie and Y/N have been working hard to get the guest house ready,” Ward smiles, clearly feeling the tension, “It looks great. And, seriously, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate.”

“Thank you,” Topper smiles, glancing at Sarah, “We’re very grateful for everything you all have done for us.”

You don’t miss the silence from your group, but you do look over and give Topper a smile. Ward and Rose break the silence yet again, asking trivial questions to Sarah about her apartment and her plans for Thanksgiving. 

Rafe leans forward to get Topper’s attention, careful not to move too much as Eleanor seems to be falling asleep in his arms. 

“She’s beautiful, Top,” Rafe whispers. 

“Thanks, man,” Topper grins, “She’s an amazing baby, really. Not a great sleeper, but she eats well and she giggles a lot. Right, Ellie baby?”

His eyes widen when he leans over and realizes she’s drifting off. You laugh as you take in his expression, and Rafe smiles but remains stoic out of fear of waking her. 

“Not a great sleeper, huh?” you tease. 

He shakes his head, “Normally, no.”

You laugh and look at Rafe, who finally seems okay with this entire thing. He smiles back at you, tipping his chin up as if begging for a kiss. Teasing him, you gesture him to lean over, to which he widens his eyes. 

“Baby,” he whispers, “I have the baby.”

You grin and lean over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He smiles, and for a brief moment, everything feels okay. Getting through the day seems possible. 

You barely even notice Josie wandering over to the table — too busy gushing over Ellie with Rafe — until you both hear her and look up. 

“Aunt Sarah,” she says, tugging on Sarah’s arm to gain her attention, “Are you comin’ home?”

Rafe’s eyes switch between his daughter and his sister, and when Sarah glances at the two of you for help, you know Rafe wants Sarah to handle the question on her own. For a moment, the entire backyard is silent. Then, Sarah swallows and offers Josie a smile. 

“I’m home right now, Jo,” she says slowly, “But, not permanently.”

Josie, who is not happy with that statement, furrows her brows, “Will you be home for my mom’s birthday?”

You already know she won’t be. Everyone at the table is aware of that. Yet, Sarah’s smile doesn’t falter. 

“Yeah, honey, I think so.”

Rafe visibly tenses beside you. Josie smiles and cheers, which breaks your heart. The silence continues, becoming even more deafening as the seconds tick by. 

“Please don’t lie to my daughter,” Rafe says, his voice even and calm. 

Sarah’s eyes meet her brother’s, “Rafe, I—”

“Josie,” you interrupt, earning her attention, “Do you and the boys want to pick some flowers for Ellie?”

She smiles, “Yes. Be right back.”

She takes off toward Connor and Noah, which allows for your complete exhale. Rafe, however, seems far from through. 

“I’m the one that’s going to have to break her heart by telling her you’re not coming,” he continues, “You get to hop on a plane and bail, but the rest of us have to deal with the damage you leave behind, Sarah.”

Ward’s hand goes up, “That’s enough, Rafe.”

“No, let’s let golden boy voice his opinion,” Sarah says, arms crossing over her chest, “God, Rafe, you think just because I’m not following in your footsteps of having the perfect little life on this island, I’m a terrible person. I’m finally making something of myself—”

“While sacrificing your family to get it,” he reminds her, “That’s not a decision that any of us can respect.”

“Really?” Sarah scoffs, “Everyone seems to be adjusting well. Everyone except for you.”

“Alright, how about—” Rose starts, but Rafe interrupts her by firing back. 

“No, Sarah, I don’t fucking respect your choice. You have a child now, and you’re still the most selfish person I know. You know, part of me thought that you’d change your mind when you saw her for the first time, but of course you didn’t. Being a mom is too much work for the great Sarah Cameron.”

Sarah laughs, loud and sarcastically. Kelce stands, looking over to Topper.

“Let’s take the kids inside,” he says quietly.

Topper nods and reaches for Eleanor, ignoring Rafe’s small ‘sorry’ as they switch. Kelce takes Julian from Maddie, then collects the three in the yard and guides them into Ward and Rose’s house. There’s a moment of full silence, and you nod to Maddie to tell her the two of you should go inside, too. The both of you stand and you squeeze Rafe’s shoulder, offering him support and love as you excuse yourself. 

Silently, you and Maddie walk to the back door, and just as you reach for the handle, she stops you.

“What are you doing?” she questions. 

“Going inside,” you say, “Why, what—”

“I want to listen,” she confesses, “Come on, they can’t see us over here.”

Reluctantly, you nod and follow her, figuring it’s better to hear it first hand than make Rafe tell you everything later. 

“Can we not do this, please?” Ward sighs, “Rafe, your sister is only home for a few days, let’s just enjoy this time with her—”

“You’re defending her?” Rafe questions, glaring at his father. 

“You’re attacking me,” Sarah points out, “All because I don’t want to end up like Y/N.”

Your heart sinks in your chest at that comment, but you don’t speak a word out loud. You can feel Maddie’s eyes on you, but you can’t look over at her. Instead, she takes your hand and squeezes it, comforting you more than she knows. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Rafe practically growls. 

Sarah laughs, “Come on, Rafe. She lives this never-ending cycle of drop-offs and pick-ups and work and brunch at the Club. She’s a housewife and works a job on top of that, all with you breathing down her neck about Josie or Connor. I will not be a Figure Eight Barbie Doll—-”

“That’s enough!” Rafe shouts, and you can tell by the way his chair legs scratch against the pavement that he’s standing, “My wife has been your shoulder to cry on for years. She has cheered you on for every fucking accomplishment, she organized your fucking engagement party — which you didn’t need, turns out — and, throughout all of this bullshit, she’s defended you. Defended your choice to stay in Boston, defended your choice to leave Topper and your fucking daughter. How dare you turn around and disrespect her—”

“I’m not,” Sarah says, “I just don’t want to end up like her. I don’t want to be the mom and the wife. I want to be a person.”

You can practically see Rafe roll his eyes, “Fuck you, Sarah.”

“Come on, now, both of you,” Ward sighs, “That’s enough. Rafe, sit down. Sarah, stop trying to make your brother mad.”

“Dad, I’m not doing it intentionally,” Sarah replies. 

“Really?” Ward fires back, surprising you, “You thought bringing up Y/N in that way would keep him calm?”

You squeeze Maddie’s hand, grateful that Ward defends you even in your absence. You hear Rafe’s chair against the pavement again and guess that he listened to Ward and sat back down. 

“You okay?” Maddie whispers. 

You give her a nod, “Yeah.”

“Alright,” Ward says, his voice loud, “I’ve had it with both of you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, given both of you are adults — parents — and shouldn’t need me to delegate. How do the two of you want to handle this?”

Silence falls on the deck. You wish you could see Rafe; know exactly what he’s thinking at this moment. He clears his throat, ready to speak, when Sarah stops him. 

“I’ll just go,” she answers, “It’ll give everyone time with Eleanor and Topper. We can both cool down and try to figure something out tomorrow.”

“Rafe?” Ward questions. 

He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t want you around my family until you figure your shit out. I don’t want you lying to my children and insulting my wife—”

“Y/N is my friend, Rafe,” Sarah defends. 

“She is,” he agrees, “But, you’re not a friend to her. Part of me questions if you ever have been. You and I can try to work something out tomorrow, but you won’t be around my family for a while.”

Ward and Rose are both silent at that. You hear Sarah audibly sigh, and the sound makes you want to roll your eyes. 

“Fine,” she replies, “I guess I’ll go.”

You turn to Maddie, “Let’s go inside. I don’t want Rafe to know we heard all of that.”

She nods and gestures to go around the side of the house, where the two of you round to the front and use that door to slip inside. The two of you find the boys and the kids in the living room, and you smile when Connor hurries to you. 

“You okay, Mama?” he asks. 

You smile, “Yes, handsome, I’m fine. Have you been having fun?”

He nods and launches into a story about a game he played with Noah. You glance over at Topper and find him cradling Eleanor, but looking up hesitantly at you. You shake your head slightly and give him a sad smile, telling him everything he needs to know. He sighs and glances back down at his baby girl, continuing to bounce her and smile. 

The back door opens a few minutes later. Rose walks in, then Ward, and finally, Rafe. He’s holding a freshly opened beer bottle and sporting a glare, but when his eyes find yours, his shoulders fall and his eyes grow heavy. 

You lean over to Connor, who is playing on your phone, “I’ll be right back, bub.”

“Okay,” he answers. 

You stand and walk around the couch, crossing into the kitchen where Rafe is. He swallows roughly when he sees you, clearly thinking you’re going to ask him about what was said. Instead, you pull him in, wrapping your arms around him in comfort. He sets his beer bottle on the counter and takes hold of you, squeezing you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Stay or go?” you ask him. 

He doesn’t pull back in the slightest. When a response doesn’t come, you don’t push him. He breathes you in and lets his hands travel over your back, touching the skin peeking out from your dress. 

After a minute, he lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes, then smiles. 

“Stay,” he decides, “I want to spend time with my niece.”

You nod, “I like that idea.”

His eyes travel over every square inch of your face, and you let him take all the time he needs. 

“I love you,” he whispers, “Give me a kiss.”

You smile and do as he says, keeping it appropriately short but long enough to please him. When you pull back, you smile at the change you find in his eyes. 

“I love you, too,” you tell him. 

He grins and takes your hand, “C’mon. Let’s go hold Ellie.”

     After dinner and a few hours of gushing over Eleanor, you and Rafe load a sleeping Josie and a tired Connor into your car. Rafe opens your door for you and gives you a kiss once you’re inside, then hurries over to the driver’s side. His hand rests on your leg for the drive, and he doesn’t bother with the radio. 

“So,” he says, stealing a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. 

You laugh, “So, what?”

“You haven’t asked me what happened.”

You purse your lips, unable to lie. You cave and cover his hand with your own, then sit back against your seat and look over at him. 

“Maddie and I hid on the back porch and listened to everything,” you confess quietly. 

You’re not sure what to expect, but when he breaks out into a wide grin, you can’t help but feel relief. 

“Why am I not surprised,” he mutters. 

“I’m sorry, Rafe, it’s just—”

“Sweetheart,” he stops you, his voice soft, “You don’t have to apologize. I never wanted you to leave the table in the first place. I appreciate that you did, but you didn’t have to.”

You nod, squeezing his hand, “It was intense. Are you okay?”

You watch him swallow, thinking back to it all. You’re sure he’s replaying every word, every emotion on a loop in his head. 

“I don’t know,” he finally says, glancing at you again, “Do you think I made the right decision? Telling Sarah she can’t be around our kids?”

You tell him the truth, “I don’t think there’s right or wrong in this situation. You did what you think is best for our family. I’ll always back you up.”

Your words bring more silence, but the gentle squeeze of your thigh tells you what your words mean to him. The rest of the drive home is like that; to the point where you practically fall asleep in the passenger seat. Rafe snickers when you stir as he pulls your car into the garage. 

“Want me to carry you inside, too?” he teases. 

“Yes, please,” you reply, laughing. 

He shuts the car off and leans over, stealing a kiss from you. Your smile only grows, and your eyes flutter shut once again. 

“Let me get the kids in first, and I’ll come back for you.”

You shake your head, “Rafe, I’m kidding.”

“I’m not,” he says, and you detect something in his voice you’ve only heard a few times before, “Let me do this for you. Please.”

Your eyes open and you see him, desperate to perform an act of service for you. Your hand runs over his cheek as you admire him, then give him a smile. 

“Okay,” you practically whisper. 

He beams and kisses you again, then hops out of the car. Connor wakes when Rafe opens the back door, and climbs out with the help of Rafe’s hand. Then, Rafe grabs Josie from her car seat and takes both kids inside. 

You remove your phone from your purse and stare at the blank screen, wondering for a moment if Sarah will ever reach out to you again. Shaking that thought, you type out a text to Topper.

Settling in okay?

His response is quick.

We’re great. E’s down (for now). Sarah’s not picking up. How’s Rafe?

You contemplate how to answer that, given that you hadn’t told Topper what Sarah said outside. You doubt you ever will, given it will not help any part of his situation with her. 

He’s okay. Taking care of the kids. 

You lock your phone and think about the day, then try not thinking about it, instead. Even then, you can still hear Rafe’s words as he defended you with Sarah, and that seems to be all that matters to you. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts a few minutes later when Rafe pulls open the passenger door, smiling at you before he scoops you up in his arms. You laugh and lock your hands behind his neck as he carries you inside. He tosses you gently onto your bed once you reach your room, then sits down beside you on the mattress. 

“I hope Sarah’s words don’t bother you,” he says, “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

You raise your brow at him, “Yes, she does. But, it’s okay that she doesn’t want what I have. I’m happy, Rafe, and your sister can’t take that from me. From us.”

He grins, “You’re so fucking gracious. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With a smile and a kiss, he leans you back down onto the mattress, where he wastes no time tucking his fingers underneath your dress straps. He removes it all too easily, and before you know it, he’s giving you every ounce of love he has in him — all saved up for you.

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Becoming Enemies with Gojo Satoru (BEEF Series)

(JJK SPOILERS BELOW)

description: mentions of recent jjk spoilers, gojo unsealing. this post was originally going to center around my girl shoko because what did our girl go through??? and also I added the reader as a sort of moral support for her and since she's a caring friend she sort of ends up having some 'beef' with gojo (maybe I should call it that).

additional tags: slow burn (series), enemies to friends to lovers, future mentions of mental health struggles (not in this chapter), and witty conversations to come.

warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking. Enemies to friends in this post. idk what this is btw, it's like a mix of head cannons and a story so enjoy!

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru starts before meeting him. It starts in the manifestations appearing in Shoko’s face. The bags under her eyes, the slight change of mood, and the new cigarette box you spy from the corner of your eye. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru feels justified, reasonable to hold dislike at the world’s strongest when a fellow friend of his dwells in the past, in stress of bringing him back. You assume if he was this bad of a friend, then surely he’d be a terrible partner. 

You grow to resent the man. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru leaves your stomach with an unsettling feeling. You mentally throw profanities at the man while you pick up Shoko from the bar, nudging her to get some rest. Her hair is disheveled and you begin to worry if she’s emotionally in the now or then. 

It doesn’t matter as long as he returns, she says that drunken night. He has to return. 

You worry if she’s doing it for her sake. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru has altered your concept of time, you feel as though you’ve spent years hating the man burdening your friend. 

“We’ve found a book,” shoko tells you one night, “It might work.”

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru means that you’re not there for him. You’re not there when he’s unsealed. You’re not there when he defeats Sukuna or Kenjaku; you’re a busy woman with an occupied schedule working alongside Shoko. If no one has, you have made it your personal goal to stick beside her. Even as much as she may grumble, you know deep down she appreciates you. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru has centered your life. You hear daily news in the jujutsu world that the man has been acquainted with a young man who is believed to be immune to something (you don’t pay enough mind). “There’s still a chance for you to get out of this world,” Shoko informs you one sunday night, “Being a jujutsu sorcerer can bring you pain, so it’s not too late if you wanna call it quits.” 

You lean forward and squeeze the hand of your friend. 

“I’m not leaving you in any world.” 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru comes with the luxury of not having to think about him for a few days now, until you walk in on him and Shoko conversing inside a patient room. Your friend calls your name, “This is Gojo. Gojo, this is my friend and colleague.”

It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to smile and shake his hand. “Pleased to meet the pretty lady.” The white haired man grins, “Let me guess, you also cheated your way through med-school?”

You wished your hand were made of fire. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru makes you raise your guard. He has been visiting Shoko’s lab for a few days now, and while you won’t ask Shoko why, you hope he’ll leave soon. His face is starting to tire you and his height makes you wonder if he could really lift you. His hands seemed strong enough. 

Maybe it was best to consider a vacation. 

Or a date. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru is harder than you’d like to admit. You think this one late night. The lab was busy and paperwork needed to be filled, so you offered Shoko you’d stay to finish. 

“Hey!” a long hand waves, calling your name. “You’re Shoko’s friend. What are you doing here late at night?”

You feel yourself deflate, great.

“I’m going home,” you answer coldly, hoping that he’d get the message to leave you alone. 

He doesn’t. 

Becoming enemies with gojo satoru turns to tolerating his presence, including his jokes.

“Do you normally get out of work in these ungodly hours?” you ask, enough for the man to know you’re not happy with his presence. 

“You mean cursed-ly hours.” he laughs to himself as if it were the funniest thing to have crawled out of his mouth, “but not always. You see, curses linger during specific hours of the day, generally defined by their grade level. So you can have a grade 1 curse one night, and a special grade for another.”

It was like you were being schooled first grade math. 

“Uh huh,” you nod, not really impressed by what he had to say, “So what grade did you get this time?”

He grins, “Special grade.”

Oh. 

 “So you made it back in one piece.” you say, half sarcastically, motioning to him with your eyes.

The sorcerer beside you is quick to use the scan you give him to his advantage. Yup, all arms and limbs intact. Pity. 

“Why?” he asks, teasingly. “Wanted to check me out?”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Then… why are you blushing?”

“I’m wearing blush, idiot.”

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Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

FNAF 4 pages 60-90

*Warning ahead for heavily abusive language.

Oh boy I sure hope we get an answer.

Lmao mom and dad are fighting.

Yikes Diana that's not very nice.

Hah nope.

Okay but why did people think this genuine moment between William and his son was somehow malicious???

Dude is just talking to his son who is currently breaking down wtf is wrong with some people??? XD

This was after Sister Location on webtoon too so there should be no excuse for this bad faith reading of William's character after some of the scenes in that comic. I won't spoil but like...??????????

Like William is a bad person in cannon and this comic but it's legit-

William: *breathes*

Audiance: YOU BASTARD!!!!!

HE'S A PERSON TOO AND IS WRITTEN AS SUCH?

The reference to being a devil will only make more sense as the FNAF 1 ARC draws to a close.

Oh ho ho hooooooo.

So, that's why Sammy's a fucking weirdo about robots in the FNAF 1 Arc.

Also this gives context to the whole scene where Mike and his sister in law talk about Charlie still being alive while having a grave in the FNAF 1 Arc.

The one walking around is a robot.

So unlike everything implied in cannon: Creations William loves his children.

Is it always in a healthy/good way: NO. AND THAT WILL ONLY BECOME MORE APARENT AS FNAF 1'S ARC COTNENUES.

He even loves the one that indirectly KILLED one of his others lmao.

I just enjoy giving William an actual character. Lmfao. Unlike a lot of people who get on a high horse for making him a plank of wood. X'D

Yes. he's evil man you wrote the most basic boring bland mother fucker on the planet to be said antagonist. You're very cute making that your antagonist while not thinking about how making him that fucking boring and personalities affects the themes or ideas of your work. Here's a fucking cookie???

I hate this way of writing William if you can't tell lmfao.

"He can't have a motive or you're humanizing him" is such a horse shit take and I won't stfu about it considering how prevalent of an idea that shit was on Twitter. X'D

Idk if this is a wake up call that women can be abusers too but like, they can be lmao. Trust me on that.

Oops. The demon thing heard you.

William's default to dealing with Diana is to try and fix things and placate her enough to where she won't go nuclear. Which is sad, but he sucks in different ways.

Really they are a tale of "A match made in hell".

Everyone makes shitty choices here lmao.

Diana antagonizes somebody off their rocker and William's a spinless bastard to both his wife and his creepy demon.

He didn't wanna do it himself and I find that amusing.

The poorest of poor choices were made by everyone involved.

There's little sympathy for any parties here lmao. Except maybe Ballora. X'D

That instant regret lmao. "I MADE A MISTAKE WOOPS"

That's a repeat thing with our good ol Willy boy.

He makes a mistake, and then keeps repeating the same mistake lmao.

William is stuck in a loop of perpetually falling into making the same mistakes over and over and it is a theme of the series WILLIAM is the one who needs to solve HIS OWN problems.

William takes no accountability where it's REALLY NEEDED, blames and pushes it onto others can't find the strength to fight his own inner demons and falls into the same pitfalls over and over.

Hehe your house is a bit odd there William.

William's just fed up with everyone involved in this situation lmao.

I mean yeah, the demon thing IS a bad liar.

He directly cause Diana to die lmao.

And I like William calling him out on that. William in some part is scared of his own inner demons taking form as this thing that mimics him.

"The demon" as I call him is important and also a direct reflection of William's own mistakes. William not confronting or taking care of this "Demon" in any meaningful way part of the damn problem.

Why the fuck you lyyyyyyin.

Why you always lyyyyyyin'-

That bold faced lie will only become more apparent as the story goes on. This bitch has plenty of agency he just likes William to take the fall for everything.

Which in a way is fair. He is a result of William's as well. ;)

Once again have reached the image cap because WHYYYY

[spopsalt]

Hey! Based on the other ask you got, I also wanna talk about Rogelio and Kyle if you don't mind :). I've been on the Fandom Wiki and I've noticed some things.

Apart from the obvious that they are different species and it can be considered zoo (their ship name doesn't help this suspicion as it's literally Repkyle and it implies reptile x kyle)

Anyways. It is canon that Kyle cannot understand Rogelio. So they wouldn't be able to like.. talk. At all. This makes their dynamic even weirder, as there are humans that can understand Rogelio. Why did they choose their partner to be the one person who can't?? Don't ask me. (This isn't saying that non-verbal people can't have relationships. Although it's questionable as to why they chose a lizard to be their only mute rep. Also I believe Lonnie can understand Rogelio, despite him not talking?)

Another thing, this is something I found on the SPoP fandom wiki, not sure whether or not it's canon. But it says that Rogelio and Kyle are Shadow Weaver her wards. They grew up together, not sure if that implies they have a sibling-like bond. Just like c//a :)

But, yeah, I guess that it's all up for interpretation just like how every sibling relationship in this show is!! (ugghh)

To be honest, I think it's quite.. poor writing to consider that Kyle and Rogelio grew up together, with the same mum, and Kyle still doesn't have the ability to understand Rogelio. I guess that's a personal opinion, however it seems.. odd.

Anyways I know that the Fandom Wiki isn't a reliable source, but it's a source. Probably just as reliable as Nate's Twitter posts (about his own show) and people take that as cannon 🤷‍♂️

Also I love how it's implied that Rogelio is transgender. The representation we needed: fucking lizards.

Oh I didn't know that but that makes it worse, I know some people like it but it's definitely a yikes for me. I honestly just don't know how they couldn't of made them communicate through sign language or have Kyle be able to understand him, that would've fixed the main problem I had with the shop but nope! Just throw together the reptile with the only person who cannot understand him and the person he may be siblings with! Yikes. Also them being siblings reminds me of another ship we know... *cough* Catradora *cough*

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I’m so happy Poppy gets to be part of the @sonic-oc-showdown! She’s one of my favourite ocs that I’ve created, so let me tell you guys a little more about her.

Poppy and her husband Flint the Corgi are both archaeologists, as a matter of fact, they both met while studying the same course in university! They initially didn’t get along at all, having very different personalities and ideas of what archeology means to them, but they eventually grew close.

Their son, Jasper really isn’t interested in archeology but he likes spending time with his parents, so he sometimes tags along with them to sites. A cute little tidbit about Jasper is that he’s kinda named after his mom since I named her after the variety of Jasper rather than the flower

As I eluded to in the brief description I submitted for the tournament, she is a bit of a loose cannon, a firecracker, whatever other metaphor you wanna use for anger issues. She’s matured a lot since she was younger though, and tries to channel that energy towards righting injustices but can still go overboard sometimes

I would definitely describe her as motherly, albeit not exactly in a soft way. She’s energetically enthusiastic and supportive, extremely protective, and if you go to her house she won’t let you leave without bringing home twice your weight in food in tupperware

I love this oc a lot, so if you’d like to know more about her please send me any questions you have, and please consider voting for her in the tournament!

[startanewdream]

Valentine's plans

Notes: I had planned to post this in February, but then things happened and only now I got back to this shortfic. I hope June isn't that late to enjoy a Missing Moment set on Valentine's Day of Harry's 6th Year. 3.2 words, rated T.

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Owlery. Astronomy Tower. The mess of dots in the dungeons. Great Hall. Nothing. None of the dots anywhere in this castle is labelled as “Draco Malfoy.”

Harry yawns, stretching his arms, before looking around. He is alone in the changing room after practice, staying late for a shower and for taking his mind off… other people. It’s not as if he would rather be thinking about Draco Malfoy, but especially today, of all days, it’s easier searching for his dot in the Marauder’s Map than being worried about what someone else’s dot is doing with someone else’s boyfriend’s dot…

Perhaps because he is thinking about her—that’s a constant by now—, his eyes sweep over the black dot labelled “Ginny Weasley” and then back again, unable to move away, because Ginny is not in the Gryffindor Tower after all, as Harry heard she might be. In fact, her dot is moving on the map and then it’s leaving the castle and—

She’s coming back to the changing room. 

Harry has a minute to stow the Marauder’s Map in his backpack, along with the smelling cloth he wore for practice, before Ginny opens the door, blinking against the lights.

“Oh, I didn’t—”

And then her voice dies when she looks at him, except Ginny’s eyes are not meeting Harry’s, but rather at his chest.

Harry’s bare naked chest.

“Sorry!” He cries at once, rushing to put on his shirt. “I just forgot—”

“No, no.” Ginny’s voice is loud and when Harry steals a glance at her, he sees her face is flushed, almost the colour of her hair. She takes a deep breath. “I just didn’t expect anyone here anymore.”

“Me neither,” Harry says, hoping it comes off as a joke, but suddenly hesitation flashes on Ginny’s face.

“Are you sure? I mean, if you thought the changing room would be empty—I can go.”

Harry blinks, confused. “It’s Friday night, I thought anyone would be doing something more interesting. Especially—” He remembers everything he heard that day, all the things he’d rather not hear. The dormitory will be empty, Dean had said, knowing that Ron had arranged other plans… “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

There is a grimace on his face, one that tells how he feels rather miserable about the day, but fortunately Ginny doesn’t notice it. She seems determined to look anywhere but him.

“Exactly. So if you want the Quidditch field all by yourself—”

“Why would I?”

Ginny blinks rapidly, now turning back to him, her face unreadable. “You were shirtless,” she says, though it sounds like a question.

In answer—if it can be considered one—Harry puts on a jersey he got for his birthday. “Better now?” he tries.

It takes a full second, but then Ginny smiles. “Yeah. The Chudley Cannons’ colours suit you.” She shifts her broomstick from hand to hand, watching him. “Do you wanna fly?”

“Again?” He has to grin. “Am I a captain so terrible that you need to practice again?”

“You are not that terrible,” Ginny jokes, winking at him. It should be a normal wink, the kind they exchange hundreds of times over the summer, but then, during that time, Harry didn’t fully understand what were the somersaults in his stomach in her presence.

Now his heart jumps with that wink, and he almost takes a step closer to her before controlling himself.

“I don’t want to play Quidditch, I just want to fly.”

Harry looks at her. Ginny is still smiling, but there is something tense on her shoulders, he notes, as if she doesn’t just want to fly, but rather needs it.

He nods. “Sure.”

“Unless you have other plans.”

“Not really.” Again, Dean’s voice echoes in his mind; Harry buries his nails into his hand. “Don’t you?”

“Not really,” she repeats, and then she is marching out of the room into the Quidditch field and Harry rushes to pick up his Firebolt.

Ginny is in the air when Harry joins her outside. It’s cold outside, but she doesn’t seem to mind, climbing up more and more, the wind making her hair whip like flames; for a moment, Harry just watches her, enjoying the fact that she can’t see his smile from that distance, can’t notice how his gaze is drawn to her figure, can’t… realise how pathetic he is; then he sighs, pulling up. Ginny is a good fifty feet above him, but Harry catches her in a few seconds. 

“Show-off,” she says good-naturedly. “I would bet a race against you but I’m not in the mood for losing today.”

“What happened to just flying?”

“Racing is a type of flying. Hey!” Ginny’s eyes sparkle suddenly. “Let’s change brooms.”

Harry lifts an eyebrow. “How is this fair?”

“Not ours. Let’s pick one of the school’s broomsticks.” 

“The old ones you always complained about?”

“Exactly. Why, afraid of losing without the better broomstick?”

“You know you are talking to the youngest seeker in the century, right?”

“By now, I’ve probably played seeker more than you.” 

Harry laughs against his will. “Hey, my score is good so far.”

“Yeah, but it’s still February,” she reminds him as they open the broom shed. “There’s still time.”

Harry’s grin lasts only until he gets a look at the school’s broomsticks. The newest model was probably already old by the time his father was at Hogwarts.

“Are you sure? These brooms don’t look… safe.”

Ginny’s laugh comes from somewhere deeper inside the broom shed. In the near darkness, the sound seems to reverberate in Harry’s body; he turns towards her, though he can’t see her.

“Don’t insult them, or they will drop you faster.”

“Faster?”

“You’ve never played Weasley Race? The game only ends when someone falls on the ground.”

Harry isn’t sure how serious Ginny is – her voice betrays no mischief –, but he can’t ask her; as he extends his hand to grab an old Silver Comet, she comes back from the depths of the shed, not seeing him. Their feet meet somewhere in the darkness and then he is stumbling upon old brooms and by the time he can understand what is happening, he’s holding a body over his that has far more shapes and curves than any broomstick model.

And it smells far better, her perfume easily surpassing any other old worn scent in the shed. His hands are buried into her hair, and then he traces it, pulls out strands out of the way, and Ginny shivers.

She's so warm, and he can’t help but close his eyes and raise his head, searching—

Then a nervous laugh breaks the moment, and her warmth is gone.

“It seems I’ve lost even before we’ve started it,” says Ginny, and from somewhere comes her hand, helping him stand up; she lets go quickly of his hand even before Harry can fully register her touch. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” mumbles Harry. He takes a long time adjusting his glasses, waiting until his breath returns to normal to leave the quietness of the shed.

Ginny is already in the air, not very high now, her back turned to him; for a moment Harry just watches her playing with her hair to tie it—there are wisps of hair hanging loosely at the base of her neck—, then he sighs to himself, joining her up in the air.

“How does this work?”

“We run laps around the field.”

“That doesn’t seem hard.”

“In the shape of an eight.”

“What?”

Her lips are curved in a smirk. “I’ll start on the other side of the field.”

“But then—won’t we meet in the middle and crash?”

“The race only ends when someone falls, remember?” Her brown eyes sparkle. “No one ever died during the Weasley Race if that’s what concerns you.”

“Let’s notice you haven’t said anything about broken limbs.”

Ginny laughs. “I said what I said. If it helps, I promise you I won’t try to mend your arm later and leave you boneless.”

“Ugh, you know how to console a bloke, Gin.” He shakes his head exaggeratedly; Ginny gives him a funny look. “What?”

“You just—nothing.” She waves her head as well, as if to ward off a bothersome mosquito. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Harry grins. “No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” she agrees happily, moving to the other side.

Harry tries not to look too concerned. The race itself doesn’t trouble him — he’s pretty sure he can dodge Ginny whenever they meet at the centre of the field —, but this broom is clearly unstable. The wood quivers, deviating him to the left more than not, and as he moves to his starting point in the field, the broomstick nearly turns sideways, almost making him fall. From what he gathers from Ginny’s moving figure, she is facing the same problems as him, which isn’t any better.

This game seems like a bad idea, but then he can almost spot Ginny’s smirk at the other side, daring him to refuse.

It’s a smirk that shows up in his dreams more frequently than not, and probably because Harry needs the cold wind in his face – rather than lose himself in dreams that won’t happen – he pushes himself forward.

For all the broomstick seems determined to let him fall, this is actually fun. There isn’t enough speed to make this a true race; it’s more about controlling the way his head spins with all the turns, and then avoiding Ginny when they meet at the centre of the field, though Harry is under the impression that she’s controlling her movements to purposefully hit him. At that speed it doesn’t seem dangerous, so Harry finds himself mimicking her, nearly avoiding collisions, inches apart as they cross the field over and over.

He has a brief vision of her laughing face each time they meet, and then Harry is laughing too; their laps turn shorter, both clearly aiming to hit the other, until, inevitably, they do.

For a long moment, Harry feels like he’s just falling, in a never-ending line to the ground, and then he hits it; the air is expelled from his lungs, his back hurts, but the pain lasts less than a second. He fell with his arms around Ginny, and she’s on the ground atop of him, her body pressed against his, and her now untied hair creating a curtain around them.

Time seems to have stopped; he hears the loud beating of his heart, feels the scent of her hair, touches the strands of her hair, and holds her face, fingers tracing her soft skin. Ginny’s eyes sparkle, her lips opening, and then she lowers her head, her mouth touching his almost tentatively.

His whole body ignites. Harry pulls her closer—she lets out a gasp, and then another as his hand slides down her back. She holds his neck, the touch sending shivers down his body; her kiss is not gentle anymore. She wanted this, a part of Harry’s brain registers, she’s been feeling the same—all those dreams, all those longing glances, all the desperation to be together, nothing else matters—

“Harry,” she mumbles against his lip, and this is his favourite call in the world. He pulls up her shirt, needing to feel more of her skin, to kiss her bare shoulders, to let his hand touch her— “Harry!”

He opens his eyes. Ginny’s face comes into focus, very close to his, but rather than the vision of her aroused expression, as much into the moment as he is, all he sees is concern; her face is pale, strands of hair escaping her ponytail, her lips trembling.

“Are you okay?”

“I—” His voice is raspy. The world seems to be spinning. “What happened?”

“We crashed, you fell.” She gulps. “We weren’t that high anymore, but, still—you were out for a second, it… it scared me.” She sits on the grass by his side. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—it was a stupid idea—”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, stopping in the middle when his head starts to buzz. “I agreed with it. And as you promised, we are still live!” He gives her a feverishly smile that Ginny accepts only mildly. “It was fun. As far as near-death experiences go, this wasn’t even my hardest.”

She lets out a laugh almost against her will. “Yeah, you would know about it. Come on, let’s go to the Hospital Wing.”

“I’m fine! I don’t wanna spend the night with Madame Pomfrey.”

“No, I guess not… Are you sure you are okay?”

“I’ll survive it. It’s not a six-foot fall that will lead me into my early grave.”

“Nine-foot,” corrects Ginny. “And I’d rather not send you into your early grave anyway. I kind of prefer you living and all.”

“Me too,” he says, raising his head to look up. He has the impression that Ginny’s watching him, but he doesn’t want to look back and meet her concerned gaze; the star is shining with stars above them, and it’s easy to pretend to look at them, a corner of his mind relieving that dream and wishing it had been true… If only…

“Did you not have any plans for today?” Ginny asks suddenly, her words coming out fast as if she’s asked it before she can stop herself.

Harry turns to her, though now Ginny is the one watching the night sky.

“Why?”

“You seemed really opposed to going to see Madame Pomfrey.”

“She will make me do a round of exams and so far I haven’t needed to go visit the infirmary once this term. I’m trying to set up a record here.”

She almost smiles. “It’s only February,” she repeats. 

“February fourteenth,” mumbles Harry. “Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, that’s why—why I asked if you didn’t have any other plans.”

“Me?” The shock in his voice makes Ginny turn to him, her eyebrows raised. “You are the one with a boyfriend.”

If she notices the way his voice quivers, she doesn’t show it.

“And you are the one who was naked in the changing room!”

Harry flushes. “It was just my chest—I was just off the shower.”

“Why couldn’t you use the bathroom back at the Gryffindor Tower like everyone else?”

“I—” 

Hey, Harry. Dean had pushed him aside right after the practice was over. Do you mind giving me a few hours alone in the dormitory? It’s just—Lavender told me she had plans elsewhere with Ron and the dormitory will be empty—it’s Valentine’s Day, it would be nice to get a few hours alone, you know what I mean?

“I thought the room would be taken.”

“Oh.” Her whole face is ablaze now, a mix of embarrassment and fury. “So he’s asked you to stay away?”

Harry grabs his hair nervously. “Er—”

“I arrived at the Common Room wishing only for a shower and my bed — my single bed, mind you, in my very lonely dormitory —, and then Parvati and Seamus were winking at me and Dean, and promising we wouldn’t get interrupted this time, that they would warn us if Ron came back early —”

“Er—”

“As if all I could possibly want was to spend the night in my boyfriend’s bed fearing that my older brother would just burst in again, as if four other people didn’t share that dormitory, as if other people wouldn’t want to just go there and sleep — Neville or—or you and—”

“Yeah, hum.”

She lets out a hard breath, then Ginny turns to him; Harry isn’t sure what she sees on his face, but something flickers, and her shoulders drop.

“Sorry, I’m venting. It’s just easy ‘cause we are—”

“Like siblings?” He asks, dismayed.

Ginny blinks. “No, rather the opposite. I wouldn’t say any of these things to my brothers.” There’s an attempt at a smile. “Can I tell you something else I wouldn’t say to them?”

“Yep.”

“I might go up. If Dean had actually asked me, instead of assuming that’s what I wanted to do. I just hated feeling like I had to. And then, instead of dealing with any of it tonight, I just came here, convinced you to a night flight that almost ended up with you dying—”

“That’s a stretch.”

“—And now I’m crying my heart out to you.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “And somehow that’s not even my worst Valentine’s Day ever.”

“See? You always need to find the silver lining—wait, you are talking about your first year, aren’t you? It wasn’t that bad.”

“I’ll admit that sending off that card wasn’t my best moment.” She lets out a humourless laugh. “But even with all those dwarves and Fred and George teasing me, and Malfoy’s comment—no, seeing you with it—the diary—was worse.”

“Oh.” He fumbles for words, fighting an urge to grab Ginny’s hand that has nothing romantic about it for once.

“I was in panic,” she mumbles, her eyes distant now. “What if he told you, what if, even worse, he did to you the same things he had made me do… then I broke into your dorm and—that was the only time I went there. Because of the diary.” She turns back, watching the distant castle, towards the Gryffindor Tower. “Maybe I’m not really mad at Dean. Maybe I’m just mad at myself because I’m… afraid.”

This time, he does hold her hand; Ginny’s eyes open, watching him without blinking.

“Riddle is gone,” he says. “You got over him and you defeated him—yeah, you did. He never expected you to fight him the way you did and that’s the only reason his plan failed.”

Her lips tremble. “Not the only reason.”

Harry shakes his head. “I had help. You only had your soul and your determination.”

“Is that what you really think? Sometimes… sometimes I think you still see me as that shy kid who was stupid enough to fall for a teenage dark lord—and that’s you had forgotten I had been possessed.”

“No, I forgot because I was a prat who didn’t think about anyone else.”

“No one could accuse you of being selfish, Harry.”

“Well, last year I was.”

“A prat,” she agrees, a smile softening her words. “But not selfish.”

Harry shrugs. “Well, I never considered how you felt afterwards. It seemed to be over. The diary was gone. You were thriving with life, but then—” He thinks about the summer after the Triwizard Tournament when none of his daily activities would reflect how much he struggled with nightmares at night.

“Then people never know what ghosts we are facing,” she finishes for him, nodding. “I still get nightmares sometimes—but most of the time I have pleasant dreams, so I count it as a win.”

“Me too, I mean—I have better dreams now.”

They share a smile; for a tiny moment, his fingers caressing the back of her hand, Harry almost spills out who’s been in his dreams lately, but then she stands up and the contact is gone.

“Let’s go back?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks for flying with me—and sorry about messing up your Valentine’s plans.”

Harry runs a hand through his hair. “I told you I had none.”

“I was just winding you up—you get all flushed when you are flustered, did you know it?” She smirks at him. “Well, sorry for the Weasley Race then.”

“Only ends when someone falls to the ground—you had warned me.”

“Still, I realise now why I only played this with my brothers. I don’t feel guilty when they fall.”

“Guess I’m not like your brothers at all.”

“Oh, no.” Ginny laughs lowly. “I never thought of you as my brother, Harry.”

He’s rather glad to know it.

[broken-clover]

6- Play

Got a bit backed up, but considering tomorrow's the weekend and I'm already about 85% of the way through the next prompt, I'm not gonna worry about it too much. Just trying to enjoy the process!

Today I'm going to Blazblue, because when I think lighthearted silly comfort, Taokaka is one of the first characters to pop up. She's great. And I'd gladly take this as an excuse for some goofy bonding time with cousin Ragna, because if this is a series stuffed full of fluff and a bunch of fictional characters I love, then I'm absolutely dragging in headcanons too. This is my circus now.

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Did Kakas follow any kind of logical system? That was a riddle for the ages, and Ragna had no intention of providing an answer. His regular life already pushed him to the very edges of his sanity. He had no intention in trying to scientifically dissect the rationale of what was basically chaos incarnate. Sure, Terumi was a loose cannon, but from a purely measured analysis, the Kaka clan steamrolled him to the point of making the god look like a persnickety rule-follower.

They were, at least, funny about it. Ragna had been laying low in their village for a little while, which gave him many opportunities to be face-to-face with their personal brand of ‘what-the-hell-are-you-doing.’ Some things, if he thought about it, were sort of normal cat behavior. Falling asleep at random was normalized, he’d seen many of them pause mid-activity or halfway through a conversation to sleep in wherever was convenient. There were no table manners to speak of whatsoever- then again, he himself wasn’t the neatest, either. Most Kakas spent their days the way children did; they ate, they slept, they frolicked, all without any real thought going on behind their eyes.

A few Kakas were able to string more than a few sentences along without breaking for a nap or rambling about finding something to eat. If he had any serious questions, he tended to go to them. Then again, ‘smarter’ and ‘smart’ were two different things. Maybe it was silly to be surprised. He tended to stick around Tao, anyway, she was the one he knew best, so he felt more comfortable.

…It still did not mean he understood her behaviors, though. After getting separated, he’d found her swatting some kind of rubber ball between her paws. The thing was visibly battered, riddled with teeth marks and unknown dark stains, but Tao was messing with it like it was the hottest new thing this year. Several of the town’s kittens tried to smack at it, but she danced just out of reach whenever they got close.

“Tao?” He asked, putting a hand on his hip. “The heck are you doing?”

She continued playing while she turned to face him, somehow still keeping the toy out of the kittens’ grasp. “Meow! Tao’s playing Kaka-ball, Good Guy! Wanna play?”

“‘Kaka-ball?’ I’ve never seen you play that before, so...I’m pretty sure you made it up just now. And where did you even get-”

Before he could object further, the kittens became more interested in him than in the ball. They swarmed him, mewling in delight and rubbing against his legs.

“Play! Play! Good Guy’s gotta play with us!”

“Let’s play, Good Guy!”

“I wanna play Kaka-ball with Good Guy!”

“I guess it’s settled then, meow!” Tao chirped. “Good Guy can be the boss of one team, and Tao can be boss of the other!”

“But I don’t- oh, fine…” Ragna sighed. He’d been through much worse. He could play some goofy little game for a few minutes.

He watched the cats circle him. Several clustered around Tao, while the rest made a wobbly line nearby him. “Let’s play Kaka-ball, meow!” The girl announced. “Try to keep the ball away from Good Guy, meow! He’s super strong, but Tao is super fast!”

Tao tossed the ball in the air, and it landed in the middle of their little group. She crouched to the ground on all fours, tail swishing back and forth. As he looked on, Ragna noticed the others doing the same.

He blinked in quiet confusion. “Uh…so do we just-”

“Mrr!” He was cut off by Tao’s yowling.“Cheater! Cheater! You can’t be all tall like that, it’s not fair! You gotta get down and run around on the grass like everyone else, it’s no fun if you can just catch the ball!”

The kittens murmured in agreement. He looked at them all with dismay. “Tao, I’m not a cat, you can’t just expect me to-”

“Cheeeeeater!”

He groaned. Screw it, screw the whole thing. He’d never had much dignity to begin with.

As soon as he awkwardly crouched down, the Kakas purred with approval. “Okay, now we can start! Ready? Tao says one-two-three GO!”

Several cats dove for the ball immediately. Even if he wasn’t weirdly off-balanced, Ragna would have stayed back and stayed out of trouble. He’d already lost track of who was on what team. Why had he thought this was a good idea?

“Good Guy! Catch!”

The ball flew in his direction. He reached out to catch it, only remembering last-second about Tao’s complaints. It hit his palms, but he let it bounce and hit the dirt. More kittens immediately turned in his direction, eyes expectant.

“Uh…” Ragna looked back and forth. “Catch?”

He pawed the ball with the back of his hand, nudging it toward one of the kittens off to the side, and it was like he’d given the cats the best news of their life. Tao started cheering, even as she began chasing the next kitten who had caught the ball.

“C'mon! Run, Good Guy! Gotta keep up!”

It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but there was something hilarious about how goddamn bizarre it all was, to the point where he cracked a smile. He hobbled after the pack on all fours, swatting at the grass to try and grab the ball again.

[silvyavan]

OK I read the chapter and I finally realised why I can't Lucius seriously.

This man is giving eldest sibling syndrome, chuunibiyo and airfried energy so hard.

Like, all things considered, I don't think the majority of twitter really sets in that Lucius, even if he is the last baddie, is still the fuckhead that raised the Zogratis sibs.

This man is the reason Dante, Vanica and Zenon turned out like that and it SHOWS. (Under the cut cause I ain't making you read me dragging these 4 bitches to dirt)

Dante is the definition of narcissism, a man who thinks he's better than everyone but refuses to work for that title. He has the emotional intelligence of both a 50 year old boomer and a spoiled edgy 12 year old and it changes like a metronome. Even Lucifero dipped his ass. He's a misogynistic fuckwad with little to no mental development. This fucker absolutely copy pasted this shit from Lucius "I am The Chosen One" Zogratis.

Vanica. Look at her. This milf chasing trauma machine runs solely on the desire to fight because she's very much socially undeveloped and doesn't believe in familial love. Bitch couldn't understand why Acier wanted to protect her family and it took Noelle beating her ass halfway to death to even grasp the concept of friendship and it missed the shot so hard. Her healthiest relationship is with Megicula and that's an insult to Lucius' parenting methods.

Zenon. Zenon Gay Disaster Projection Zogratis. Where do I even begin with the most mentally incapacitated youngest child? This dude almost, ALMOST got out of the toxic family clutches and could have eloped with his childhood sweetheart Allen but Lucius (im pretty sure the dungeon incident was his fault, you can't tell me it aint) got so fuck ass mad over Allen "steering Zenon away from what he's supposed to be" that he sent out a hit on him to get Zenon to crawl back so traumatised he literally copy pasted the Lucius Manifesto into his head and went on a depression episode that lasted 15 years. Man self projected his self blame, flaws and everything he hated about himself onto Yuno because he saw the Parallels. Man sold his SOUL to Beelzebub for a cornchip victory that never came.

You telling me these three are the pinnacle of plotting? For all I can tell, Lucius sacrificed all of his sibling for whatever agenda he had and the minute something goes even a millimeter off the prophecy, he immediately tries to kill it instead of working around it.

Man is so hellbent on forcing his chosen one timeline he has no fucking long term planning skills. This man started a fight with Asta in front of two royals, a 500 year old sealing mage and all of whom know how to use Ultimate Magic. Mimosa is Literally the Senzu Bean of Black Clover. Noelle has killed MULTIPLE demons. Secre can banish Lucius' ass faster than he can ask what's going on. This is not the plan of the century, ESPECIALLY if he started this shit in the Royal Palace where MULTIPLE high ranking and strong mages reside.

You look at this man and tell me he ain't a deep fried chuuni who fell into a white supremacist reddit forum and got a 5 year plan that is a botched 20 year plan involving mass genocide. I don't believe it.

Man probably even made up Julius entire identity around his own self and then got shocked when said second soul then doesn't wanna listen to him.

I ain't even mad about Tabata making the 4th Zogratis Julius Sibling theory cannon now because the way it comes off, the only true way to stop the 3 Demonic Musketeers Of Apocalypse is to defeat their weirder, more unstable and bigoted eldest sibling who raised them into those disasters.

At this point, the only thing that could make this EVEN FUNNIER is if Lucius didn't account for the possibility of "eating a supreme devil's malice fueled heart immediately purifies them and reincarnates them as humans", which is to say Asta could be Astaroth's Unbothered, Moisturized, Happy, In My Lane, Focused, Flourishing Human Version and Asta simply talking is giving Lucius an aneurysm.