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goldfades · 1 year

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🧊 Quinn Hughes 🤭

congrats bb 🥹 so proud of you

THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE, ILY!!!!!!! AHHH<3

here is your angsty blurb lol. unintentionally inspired by 'you're losing me' by taylor LMAO (i was listening to it towards the end HAHAHA). i'm really sorry for this one guys..

you had never felt worse in your entire life, you swore.

when the start of hockey season had begun again, quinn was off on the road while you had to stay at home alone. now usually, you wouldn't mind this ─ travelling had never bothered you until now. quinn was pulling away, you could feel it. when he had come back from the lake house, something changed. you decided to opt out on this year's lake house trip because of work so quinn went alone but when he had come back, he felt different.

he was cold, couldn't touch or even look at you, his gaze felt unloving, something you hadn't experienced from him in your two years of dating. it was so unlike him that you didn't even know how to combat it or even bring it up. quinn had always been a communicator, he never kept in anything especially when it came to you. you were his best friend, he'd always say proudly.

now, it was different. much different.

as you washed the dishes in you and quinn's apartment, you couldn't even focus. today was the day that quinn was finally coming home after a few weeks of being on the road. usually, you'd be happy to see him but you just felt anxious at the thought.

over the last few weeks, quinn had only sent you a couple of messages including a snap, which he's never used consistently until now. he didn't update you on anything and he also never called once within those few weeks. that made you sick to your stomach, anxiety coursing through your veins as you thought of everything that could've happened that could have caused.

you were pulled out of your trance as you heard the front door open. "i'm home," he shouted out. his voice sounded exhausted and as you turned around, so did his face.

he had eye bags and his face was paler than usual, which wasn't really out the ordinary for him during the season. he was so caught up in everything that came with his career, he would forget to take care of himself.

you forced a smile, opening your arms for a small hug. he pulled away slowly after the hug, clearing his throat. "any food in the fridge?"

"yeah, i have some leftovers from lunch. chick-fil-a."

"again?" he mumbled, walking away from you and into the kitchen. usually, his tone would be playful but again, it just sounded cold.

you almost let out a laugh at how much of a bitch he was being, but you were too hurt to. "well i mean, you could've answered my texts asking what you wanted."

"you could've called."

that was when you couldn't let out the angry laugh at his audacity. "i could've called?"

quinn looked unbothered at your outburst, taking out the fries and placing one in his mouth. "yeah, that's what i said. you could have called," he repeated, this time really enunciating the words.

"i did call you, quinn, multiple times over the span of three weeks and you didn't bother even sending me an excuse!" you finally snapped, walking up to quinn and crossing your arms.

he let out an exhausted sigh and you felt a tiny bit of guilt blossom in your stomach. "i didn't have time."

what he really meant was, he didn't have time for you. you stood there almost defeated at how little he was giving. you'd rather be yelled at than treated like a little child. "quinn," you felt the tears brimming in your eyes as all the emotions building up these past couple of months finally were coming out.

there was a flash of empathy in his eyes before his cold demeanor had come back. "i-i'm sorry, i'll call next time. why are you crying?"

he put down the food, coming to your side. his presence still wasn't comforting, it just felt like he was forcing himself to care.

"i just missed you, the real you. the old you, quinn, the one who still gave a shit about how i feel." you sniffled quietly, brushing your tears from your cheeks.

"i do care, y/n. i just don't understand what you mean, the old me? i'm still me."

you looked back at him. his eyes still didn't feel understanding or kind, like they did before. "i know you don't understand." you were truly defeated now, looking down at your feet and sighing.

quinn stood there for a few seconds before sighing, letting his head fall back in exhaustion. he finally retreated to the kitchen, grabbing the food and his bags from the floor as he walked to your bedroom.

that was when you let out all the tears you had been feeling. the tears fell freely now, you sobbed into your hands as you thought about how quinn's distant behavior had you questioning the entirety of your relationship. you missed for the days when you were each other's best friends and confidants, but now, it seemed like you were living with a stranger.

you missed the old quinn, the one who used to prioritize your emotions and well-being. it was as if he had become a different person overnight and you were struggling to comprehend the reasons behind this transformation.

you stood in the kitchen, tears streaming down your face, you couldn't help but question what had caused quinn to change so drastically. was it the pressures of his career or had something else come between you two?

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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peri-helia · 4 months

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No use crying over spilt milk

Joe x Nicky Secret Agent AU

It’s a milk run, really.

Get in, make the drop and get out again. Something he’s done a million times, even in time sensitive situations.

Joe just has to make sure that Nicky doesn’t try to do the dishes before tomorrow morning. Under the kitchen sink isn’t one of his usual places of concealment, but he doesn’t want to risk Quynh or Nile finding any of his weapons under the sofa bed’s slats or in the guest room. So he’ll move his stuff, pry Nicky away from doing the dishes with kisses and convincing him that it’s okay to leave the pans to soak, just this once. Then he’ll extract everything while Nicky and Nile are on their morning run.

See? Easy.

He’s just nudging the cupboard door open with the toe of his boot, arms full, when there’s a rattling sound from inside the cupboard and the door springs open, the familar sound of weaponry thudding to the floor as a barrage of knives, and a couple of handguns fall out of the cupboard and skid across the floor around him.

Which. Are not his.

What.

Had Andy done an inventory and forgot to tell him? Stacking them haphazardly like this was normally Booker’s sort of thing -

There’s the light, rapid tread of someone running down the hall, of Nicky running down the hall towards the noise and towards trouble just like always and it’s all Joe can do to shout, “I can explain!”

Arms full of his Spare Bedroom Stash, standing on one leg in front of the kitchen sink was not how he figured he’d tell his husband he was a spy but to be honest he’d sort of not thought about it and just hoped for the best.

Christ, Booker’s really rubbing off on him.

“I can explain!” Nicky repeats, repeats – What the actual fuck - as he rounds the corner, hands raised.

“Uh – I” Nicky’s eyes dart from the mess on the floor to Joe’s weapon laid arms and back again. His face cycles through expressions too fast for even Joe to read them, but there’s flashes of panic, confusion and worry there. Everything Joe’s feeling right now, basically.

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthe

“What the fuck do you mean you can explain?!”

Nicky can’t even slice an onion without supervision, he forgot to take the knife guard off when they visited Booker’s family for dinner two weeks ago, Joe remembers hysterically, what the fuck is he doing with all this.

Nicky takes a deep, calming breath that comes out vaguely shuddery, his shoulders still somewhere about his ears, gaze resolutely fixed on Joe’s face. “Yusuf.” Oh fuck, not good. Can be very good in the will you spend the rest of eternity with me or the I’m going to pretend I am not going to let you talk me into spending all day in bed again way. But this is more of the Quynh’s ship went down. Andy’s stitches that Nicky thinks is from an appendectomy have re-opened sort of way. “Yusuf, habibi, would you sit down? Please?”

Joe puts the weaponry on the kitchen table, thinking about what a mad tableau this makes, the two of them sitting at the kitchen table, a pile of weaponry between them. Nicky quietly takes the opposing chair, sighing to himself when Joe doesn’t sit. Joe notices absently that Nicky takes the chair that is between Joe and the door, but angles it slightly so that he can see it too, the way he always does, even here, even at home.

“I suppose I should start with the fact that – um, well, I’m not an translator”

Joe blinks because of course Nicky is a translator. He forever sits at this very table, earphones jammed over his ears, listening quietly. He starts ordering his coffee in one language and finishes it in another. He corrects the poor subtitles on Netflix, with a quiet mutter of ‘that’s not what they’re saying’, eyes flitting over the actors’ mouths as his brow furrows. There are notebooks and notebooks filled with his transcriptions. But, but all Nicky’s work comes from his laptop – the work laptop he has to use an app to open, not from his notebooks and – oh, oh God

His eyes catch at Nicky’s own, those beautiful oceanic eyes, all big and pleading and Joe’s brain starts back on its track of whatthefuckwhatthefuck, the grip of his Beretta digging painfully into the meat of his palm. Nicky’s still talking.

“Joe? Tesoro, I really wish you would sit down. I –“ his Adam’s apple bobs, “di immortals is not an translation firm, it’s a front for my team, Quynh’s team and the whole me not being able to cook thing is a lie, a painful one but I'm too good with it and you'd have known and – I don’t own throwing stars” Nicky stops, mouth open, eyes trained on Joe’s hands.

Joe becomes painfully aware of the crick developing where his little finger is hooked though said throwing stars that Andy had got him for the Sao Paulo job years ago, just because he’d said there were cool and he’d wanted to learn. Because Andy’s the best.

“Of course not – these are mine!” It comes out somewhere between indignant, proud and enthused.

Well. Fuck.

This was not how he’d pictured this going at all.

#my writing #tog drabble #the old guard #joe x nicky #idk how to tag this #just a random drabble

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wexhappyxfew · 4 months

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i feel like judy and rosie are that couple that’s goes all out for each other birthday. just delighted to spend an entire day celebrating and loving the other.

WAIT ANON OMFG YES. YOU ARE SO RIGHT. the way i read this and my heart immediately grew warm and soft and i was just like 🥹🥹🥹 you are so so right!!!

like of course they’d be that way especially after having kids and starting a family but that first year or two where it’s just them, and they’re simply just enjoying their lives with one another, figuring out what they want to do and how they want to live — they’d 100% be doing all that.

i KNOW rosie would be planning at least weeks in advance. and they’d probably have a little get together with friends the day before or something, but the actual day of her birthday, it’d probably be the two of them. and he’d ABSOLUTELY be making her breakfast in bed, getting her flowers, soaking in the morning to cuddle with her and they could just lay in bed and talk (something judy enjoys more than anything). and then they’d go out (and they probably live somewhere in NYC, a promise he made to judy a while back <3) and have lunch somewhere pretty, maybe somewhere outside with a view of the hudson.

they’d enjoy walking around the city (something that is judy’s favorite) and rosie would bring to all the cutest little shops and let her get whatever she wants. they’d spend the day out before coming in for the night, and he’d start making her favorite dish for dinner, turning on the radio and dancing by themselves in the kitchen - all smiling, joyful, light-hearted and warm and simply happy to be by one another’s side there. and of course they’d eat (rosie would get so excited to light some candles and put the fresh flowers in a new vase) and then they’d have dessert (usually some sort of cake or cookie, judy’s a fan of anything sweet) and then enjoy the night in the front room. sitting in the parlor, listening to music, judy opening her presents from both him and their families and friends. reading letters, laughing, possibly crying over people she hasn’t seen in quite some time and then curled into one another’s side. and maybe they’d take the party upstairs because why not — rosie wants to celebrate the woman who is judy rybinski :)

and NO DOUBT when judy gets wind of rosie’s birthday back in their time at thorpe abbotts she plans and plans for his birthday here in NYC. one filled with both their families and some of the neighbors. the day starts with them going out to brunch and walking around the local area, making taking time at the park, just to lounge in the sun, talk to one another. no doubt judy can’t control herself from kissing his cheek as she loved to do every so often as she hears him ramble on and on about God knows what. and eventually they’d go back, and start setting up for the party — rosie always talked about wanting a big party with family and friends and the truest form of love is one where to be seen and heard is to be loved <33333

so of course, judy’s wanting to make everything right — all the food, drinks, appetizers, main course, dessert, that the party decorations are all in order, music’s playing. and rosie’s coming over to wrap his arms around her and lovingly kiss her cheek and tell her everything’s alright, that it’s perfect and more than he could’ve asked for. and then the families are coming over, and there’s parents and cousins and siblings, and the house is alive with life. and at some point, from across the room, judy meets rosie’s eyes and they share a quiet smile just for the two of them. and then they eat, and let rosie open gifts (to which judy is sitting there like a lovesick puppy watching him look like a young boy again opening those gifts). and then there’s dessert and listening to music and then the families are heading out, staying somewhere in town, and it’s just judy and rosie again.

they sit downstairs for a while, enjoying one another’s company….maybe there’s a bit of a make out session in there or two because why not, it’s rosie’s birthday and judy couldn’t help but show him the love she feels for him :’)

LIKE. I JUST KNOW THEYD BE SO SWEET WITH EACH OTHER. AND WHOLESOME. HELLA WHOLESOME. and the height. difference. judy constantly looking up at rosie with a big grin and rosie looking down at her with that soft little gaze he has only for her. like STFU IM CRYING YALL STOPPPPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭 i need more of this. i need to WRITE THIS. anon. this was fantastic. oh my god. THEM. THEM THEM THEM.

please enjoy my ramblings and thoughts on this bc yes anon — you know them too well :)

#JUDY AND ROSIE MAKING MY HEART WARM AGAIN #they deserve only the best things!#i am sobbing!#😭🥹🥹🥹😭😭#GAHHHHHHHH #they’d be the sweetest with each other and just want to give one another only the best things there are #😭😭😭 like #my HEART #i will forever be soft for these two #now i need to really write more for them bc im very much 😭 right now #judy x rosie #judy rybinski #rosie rosenthal #mota writings #silver bullets #THEM

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tobyblogger · 1 year

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Five Nights at Prototype Fredbears

I’ve been browsing for FNaF fangames on a website called Gamejolt. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a website where, as the website suggests, they have games and other stuff too, arranged by realms, communities, and posts.

A lot of the games on this website are action, horror, adventure, and, of course, fangame-based. However, a lot of people seem to tackle the FNaF-related ones.

I’m one of those people.

This is where I made the greatest mistake of my entire life. Instead of downloading the game I wanted on Gamejolt, I thought it was the smartest idea to download it on a different website. It was like Gamejolt, but odd.

What was the game I wanted to play? Well, there’s a specific FNaF fangame that nobody really pays attention to. The game is called Five Nights at Prototype Fredbear’s (which is also on Gamejolt); it’s like any other FNaF fangame; however, it has the style as if the game was created in 2014 or 2015. It’s oddly charming and makes me think of the good days of the series.

I hit the download button and started playing; the exe file automatically started downloading. I didn’t need to unzip a file or anything; the download automatically gave me the game without me doing anything. I opened the game, and it gave me a warning about it having flashing lights, jumpscares, and loud noises. I continued, and it took me straight to the menu. The static scared me pretty badly, but this allows me to see if the game works.

One thing I noticed is how Prototype Fredbear, the yellow bear for a split second, had his pupils missing, and I screenshotted it to see what was over his body; there were cracks on the front portions of the face and torso, and it was clear that it was updated at V.4.0, but for some reason, the color on the four didn’t match the 0 and the letter V.

Anyway, I pressed the new game button, and it took me to the newspaper, telling me that Fredbears had been built and it was hiring. So far, everything seemed to be working, and I also noticed something in the last paragraph of the newspaper: a black bear? Not unusual, as it’s probably referring to Shadow Fredbear as mentioned in the character section of the game's description.

My night was loaded, and I was brought into the office. While I was there, I instantly noticed a bug: the doors weren’t properly attached. While that detail didn’t matter, it seemed like the developer who created this game tried to fix it, but he wasn’t successful, or that the doors were intentionally made like that; nonetheless, the game worked fine, I checked the cameras and closed the doors as soon as the main animatronics reached my door.

As I was doing these things, I noticed the power going down, so I had to be careful. As I was checking the cameras, I noticed Bonnet sitting on Prototype Fredbear’s shoulder. I chuckled a bit, as that was a pretty cute detail, even for a game like this.

My joy was cut short as, when I came back to the camera again, Prototype Fredbear was looking directly at the camera with his pupils missing, exactly like the menu at the beginning of the game. I did nothing but stare into the bear’s eyes.

The night then ended, and I went to sleep, turning off the game. What happened in my dream was disturbing. I was giving food to my cat, which was normal at first, but when I checked the windows while I washed some dishes, I saw him, Prototype Fredbear, with those cracks and those empty eyes.

He was just staring at me in the eyes; there’s no doubt that this is some sort of hallucination or some guy pretending to be a furry by cosplaying as an animatronic.

In my room, in front of my desktop, my cat was lying on the ground with a chunk of his body missing and bitten off. I got up and went on my phone to call the police, but there was no connection, even though I swear I remember having a good connection.

Losing hope and staring at my cat’s body, I backed up, and there was the yellow giant bear behind me. I noticed my kitchen knife in his hand, and when I tried to grab it from him, he struck me with the knife and slashed a wound on my waist.

Luckily, I woke up, and due to my curiosity, I had to finish this game.

I was playing and playing until I got a custom night unlocked. At first, my main goal was to look for the secret character, Shadow Fredbear; however, it’s not anymore, and I won’t try 20/20/20/20 mode as before I played this game, I watched a gameplay where Beemanz (a staff member for the game as of now and a good friend of the creator of this game) played this game and completed the mode; he certainly got a sweet ending though.

I won’t be getting that ending; I set everybody except for Prototype Fredbear to zero, and lord, if the game wasn't creepier than it was. Also, one thing I would like to point out is that this ending isn’t present in the real game, you know, the one on the Gamejolt page.

If I remember correctly, Lolbit, Bonnet, Springbonnie, and the other bear, Springfreddy, weren’t turned on, but in this case, they were turned on and started moving.

During this, the bathroom camera was turned on.

The odd part about this game is the animatronics appearing in places where they shouldn’t; while it didn’t seem out of the ordinary, it seemed odd. For example, if you played the actual game, you would normally see Springbonnie hanging or floating in the parts and service room, right? Instead, Prototype Fredbear is seen instead, and where is Springbonnie? He took Prototype Fredbear’s role, and Prototype Fredbear took Springbonnie’s role.

The camera began glitching out, and it showed some pretty questionable stuff; they were clearly taken from BestGore (the website that is now closed, luckily), and yeah, that’s pretty much the only detail I will go into without going into unnecessary detail; some of the violent images being shown were also looking as if they were in the game itself.

Something clearly changed.

I checked the bathroom camera, and there was something inside one of the stalls—a mutilated body of a person stuffed into the toilet. On the ground, there was, yes, as you guessed, blood mixed with feces and urine; the body was clearly photoshopped on the toilet; and the bathroom itself was clearly a stock photo and didn’t look anything like the rest of the game, as the main game is made with the source filmmaker, a movie-making software published by Valve (you know, the company that made pretty good games like Half-Life, Team Fortress, Garry’s Mod, and Left 4 Dead).

I mean, yeah, sure, the other cameras still looked like the same style that the creator made them, but the animatronic poses were replaced with a different character and were clearly slapped on top of the original animatronics in Photoshop.

The audio in the background was devouring the original ambiance, which is taken directly from Five Nights at Wario’s 3, the audio was branches and leaves being crushed and sounds of grass being stepped on; the sound got closer and closer.

The audio cut off, and the audio went back to the original ambiance. I wanted the night to end, so I waited for the animatronics to attack me. For some reason, the AI got pretty broken, and the animatronics refused to attack; all they were doing was staring at the cameras, taunting me.

I flipped down the camera, and I finally encountered Shadow Fredbear, the secret antagonist.

Shadow Fredbear sat next to the door in the pose of Golden Freddy and killed me; however, there was an extended version of the scream; it was like Shadow Fredbear’s regular scream in the original game, but the screaming got louder and louder, and there were sounds of footsteps; the footsteps sounded like they were in my house, but when I looked behind me, there was nothing there.

It didn’t only take me to the game over screen, but it also played two clips related to the main antagonist of the game, The first one was a yellowish grizzly bear; the clip was playing over and over, and the bear was getting his head cut off over and over.

The next clip was also a yellowish bear getting grinded up, and it ended with a screenshot that never appeared in the game; it was a photo of Prototype Fredbear, Lolbit, Bonnet, and Springbonnie staring into the camera. Prototype Fredbear and Springbonnie both had no pupils, and Lolbit’s pupils were missing; however, Bonnet seemed normal.

The screen immediately cuts back to the main menu, and it froze and crashed. Now, after I turned off this game, I was processing and trying to figure out the theory of what happened here.

After the creator, Joseph, made the game, somebody downloaded the regular game, broke into the MFA file, and started editing the source code, mixing up the AI, and finding videos from BestGore (which might’ve been taken from other gore sites) to sneak into the game. Maybe there’s a chance that the hacker is responsible for the murders; the person might’ve taken photos of the murders and snuck them into the game.

I uninstalled the game, and the nightmares haven’t occurred since.

#josephthesnail #video games #fnaf fangame #five nights at prototype fredbears #fnaf #fnapf

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dearme7 · 8 months

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One of those Days

Ahhh it's another day yesterday was really hard for me I got really depressed 😔 trying to juggle the kids, the house, I got so stressed I even broke out on my hand and it started itching and burning anxiety rashes they hurt, when my husband got home we got into it of course, not how I wanted the night to go, I was so tired, and overwhelmed the dishes are not done the laundry I hate them so much I can't stand it not looking at them, but it has to get done sometime I hardly ate enough of food I just dragged myself out of bed and took a shower and then before that my husband wanted a shower so I had to wait which was annoying because I couldn't decide if I wanted one or not yes these are one of my bad days hoping today will be better the sun is shining it's a beautiful day right now my little one is sleeping but I don't have time to rest not even for myself unless I'm really needing a nap so I got things to do it I don't get it done it never will be sometimes I'd like my husband t help me more than he is, and be honest I know it would so help me feel better i always thinkin my fantasy world of my mind if thing's could be diffirent in a better way, maybe someday it will be! Which made things worse were I yelled at my youngest son and oldest because I was mad at myself not getting things done all I want to do is help my husband to make him happy I can pray for him spiritually but I want to do something psychically I couldn't get my youngest in the highchair to fed him he was crying a loud and wouldn't stop then my oldest said something which made me feel worse." Mommy please don't be mad at brother God doesn't like it when your mad because he wants you to be kind my oldest said, and he tried to make me smile and laugh again by tickling me it worked to a point but I still felt bad like a really bad Mom I'm trying so heard not to live after my flesh but more in the spirit it's really hard not because I don't want to I even got texts from my best friend and a family member asking if I was okay I told them to pray 🙏😔 for me I got asked again this morning I said I'm okay I guess one foot in front of the other right? One day at a time? The question is, is there enough time?

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

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The Crown - Steve Harrington

word count: 4462 warnings: dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3

You’d give your life to protect these kids.

These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade. Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin. Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them. But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.

Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven. Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless. And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.

Hell, you were their role model. Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments. Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested. Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.

Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek. You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…

Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers. It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends. Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations. Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister. The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy. Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter. You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons. Maxine (just Max. Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily. Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.

And then there was Steve Harrington. Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created. King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm. You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for. Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.

Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret. Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.

But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before. Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different. But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.

“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.

“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering. Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas. You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight. Consequences and dangers be damned.

You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin. He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.

He’d give his life to protect these kids.

“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher. Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets. “You alright kiddo?”

“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.

“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly. “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”

“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly. You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.

“Come on kid, open up a little. It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts. “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade. I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”

“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten. “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping. Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”

“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.

“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt. I’m not doing a damn thing!”

“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder. “You’re a hero Dustin. Don’t tell yourself any differently. All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”

“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.

“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.

“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued. “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.

“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.

“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.

“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.

“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.

“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room. “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls. Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.

“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing. Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.

“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing. No harm in that”

“Um, every harm in that. As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.

“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.

“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips. It only made you laugh more.

“Mhm, alright. Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.

“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were. You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.

You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere. But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head. Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.

“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.

You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair. Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything. And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling. If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.

“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time. But Mike kept arguing back at him.

“Everyone else is out there!”

“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted. “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word. “You got that?”

“You’re just saying that cause y/n’s here. If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up. Your brows furrowed at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was. “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement. Were you dragging them down?

“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.

“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements. You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.

Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them. But you didn’t care much about what they thought. They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together. There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.

You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other. You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look. You just laughed a little bit back at him. Steve’s expression softened into a small smile. Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.

A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.

“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on. Headlights, there was a car here. Someone was here. “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window. He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.

“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.

“Just stay in here-”

“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it. “I know you’re in there!”

“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded. You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.

Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met. And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core. It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day. Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different. Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.

“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”

“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”

“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”

You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you. Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.

“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening. And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others. “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party. They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.

“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could. Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.

Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.

“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice. Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.

“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.

“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion. “Amigo”

“Lookin’ for my step sister. Little birdie told me she was here”

“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly. You prayed to God that Billy believed him.

“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly. “Bit of a bitch?”

“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling. Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.

“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look. “In a strangers house” He continued. “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily. But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth. “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”

You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone. Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”

“She’s not here” Steve said carefully. Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.

“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.

“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed. “Did he see us?”

“Oh shit” Steve grumbled. “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything. The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.

“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them. “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care. “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear. “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”

“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.

“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly. “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.

“Billy-”

“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall. Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.

“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.

“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered. “You stay away from her. Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly. “Do you hear me?”

“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs. You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered. “You’re dead-”

“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.

“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise. He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand. It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody. Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.

“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him. Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment. And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.

Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time. You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror. Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.

“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well. You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made. Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink. Leaning back and wincing in pain.

“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling. But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy. Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.

“No one. Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.

“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve. The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.

“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.

“Steve!” Dustin hollered.

You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly. You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure. But it barely mattered to you in that moment. You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.

The syringe used on Will earlier.

Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation. Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back. Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now. A disgust filling them up at the sight.

“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.

Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you. He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail. “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move. No longer afraid of him.

“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass. Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.

“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.

A few moments later he completely passed out.

“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth. You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.

“y/n holy shit”

“Are you okay?”

“That was badass!”

The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport. He was unconscious, that was for sure. But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.

“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.

It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there. You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground. It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary. There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.

The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home. Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order. And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully. Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.

“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself. Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place. “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.

“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently. “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.

“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly. He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.

“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily. You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again. Steve sighed, knowing the answer.

“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.

“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered. Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him. He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain. “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly. “But you’ll heal up alright”

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly. “We’re all really worried about you. Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.

“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”

“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod. You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas. You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.

“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face. Your eyes met his for a moment.

“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek. “There’s not an inch of your face spared”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”

“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work. Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.

“I just wanted to remind you. In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said. You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.

You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his. It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was. When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.

“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.

“That I am” He replied cheekily.

You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.

You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.

love me some babysitter steve

xoxo ~ jordie

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fairyoftbz · 3 years

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comfort | l. sangyeon

☁ pairing: bf!sangyeon x fem!reader ☁ wc: 1.3k ☁ synopsis: you come home from work furious, and sangyeon does his best to calm you down. ☁ genre: fluff, comfort, domestic ☁ tw: swear words, y/n is angry at the world ☁ a/n: this is a self-indulgent fic because my boss fucking annoys me at work and I cba of her petty ass 🙄 oh to get comforted by sangyeon honestly... ☁ requested: no!

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“I’m fucking tired of all this shit!” you cursed as you slammed the front door shut, sending your purse and jacket flying out of pure frustration.

Locking the door in an angry movement, you got even hotter under the collar when your heels didn’t want to leave your feet, your uneven balance making you stumble on air and almost fall on the floor. Once you were finally rid of your shoes, you felt like walking on clouds, but this was not enough to reduce your wrath.

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy there, love,” Sangyeon, your boyfriend emerged from the kitchen in the corridor, blinking in confusion at your unusual angry attitude.

Your eyes were close to glowing red, steam practically going out of your ears, which was not a good sign at all. You rarely got angry, so it must have been something pretty upsetting and important to send you in a fit of rage like this one. The sight of your boyfriend made you sharply inhale as if you wanted to control yourself in front of him, trying your best to channel your anger.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Sangyeon risked asking the question, getting ready for you to yell out all your frustration at him, but he was wrong. You remained silent, chewing over your anger with a deep frown on your face, eyebrows almost touching. In all honesty, he would have preferred you screaming at the world rather than becoming as mute as a grave.

“This-” you wanted to curse out your colleague, the main reason for your anger, but remained civil, feeling like swear words weren’t even enough to get all the anger you had for her out of your body. “This fucking colleague of mine “accidentally” deleted the Excel folder I spent hours working on for our trimestral project next week. I had lunch after yelling at her and went to my boss's office after my break, only to have him blaming me for what she did!” you yelled out in a hoarse voice the rest of your sentence, emphasising the pronouns as your hands started shaking, the tears flooding your eyes immediately after a choked sob slipped past your pursed lips.

“And then,” your voice was unsteady, looking at your boyfriend through your blurry eyes, pointing the door as if your colleague was here, “when I get out of work to come home, I see those two good-for-nothing idiots flirting and swooning over the other like the fucking disgusting couple they are.”

Sangyeon breathed in deeply, brows slightly furrowed, dismayed at the situation you got unfairly put in. He placed the piece of cloth he used to dry the dishes with on his shoulder and gently approached you as if he was scared of getting rejected. Your shoulders subsided when he rested his palm on the side of your neck, his thumb gently caressing the edge of your jaw back and forth.

“Sangyeon, I’m so tired of this, I don’t know what to do,” you desperately struggled to mumble, this situation affecting you way more than you wanted, but it was hard not to. Your boyfriend rested his other hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you to him. Subconsciously, you wrapped your arms around his middle and closed your eyes, letting the tears wet his t-shirt as you tried to focus on him instead of your issue.

But it was almost impossible, this issue had you really worried. Deep down, you knew that your boss wouldn’t hesitate to fire you instead of whatever your colleague was for him, even if she was less qualified and talented than you. You should have been more careful, you should have immediately explained the problem to your boss to prevent your colleague from switching the roles and playing the victim, you should have-

“Y/N, I can hear your thoughts from here,” your boyfriend mumbled, his low voice vibrating in your chest as you were still pressed against him. Sighing heavily as an answer, you let his hand rub your back up and down, your breath uneven as you felt the anger boiling back into your veins.

Sangyeon felt you tense against him, so he pulled away and cradled your face in his hands to make you look at him. He offered you a compassionate smile, his thumbs wiping the floods of tears cascading down your cheeks. Your mouth trembled, and Sangyeon locked eyes with you, his hands travelling up your arms as he soothed you.

“Shht, darling,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead, lips lingering on your skin. Your tears redoubled at the display of affection, feeling the exhaustion instead of the anger taking over your body. He wrapped his arm around your neck, his other hand pressing against the back of your head.

“Do you want solutions or comfort?” he mumbled in your ear in a sweet voice, and you pondered his question for a few seconds, trying to collect your thoughts and shift them to something else.

He was always good at comforting you. No matter how bad or angry you felt, Sangyeon was always here to soothe you and bring you back to a calm state, that’s why you could freely let your emotions speak when he was around. Of course, he was sometimes powerless, not really knowing nor able to help, but at least he was here to listen.

“Comfort, please,” you manage to utter, and he pressed you further against his chest, his arms still embracing you tightly.

“We’ll discuss solutions when you’ll feel better and calmer, alright? Now let me make you a cup of tea,” he said, and you whined, nuzzling up to his torso as he was about to pull away. “No? You don’t want one?” he asked, and you shook your head, his arms closing back on your tired figure as he was surprised that you refused your favourite beverage.

“Don’t leave, please,” you felt Sangyeon nod and press his cheek on the side of your head, holding you tight against him.

“Alright, darling,” he seized one of your hands and rested it flat on his chest, feeling his calm heartbeat under your palm. It was something he used to do when you were stressed out, and it always managed to calm you down.

Sangyeon held you until you stopped crying, feeling your trembles come to a halt and find a normal heartbeat again. Eyes puffy and cheeks drenched in salty tears, Sangyeon tilted his head to the side and lovingly smiled at you, letting you rest your head against his collarbone out of exhaustion. Crying drained all your energy because it didn’t happen as often as it used to, but you could always count on your boyfriend to take care of you and handle the aftermath like a pro.

“Come on love, let’s get you to the sofa so I can finish preparing dinner, okay? I won’t let you go to bed with an empty stomach,” you nodded as you sat down on the edge of the couch, Sangyeon crouching down in front of you, his hands on your knees.

“What are you preparing?” you asked, your voice barely coming out of your mouth due to all your crying.

“I’m making your favourite. I figured that you had a rough day since you didn’t text me at lunch like you usually did, so I wanted to cheer you up,” he proudly smiled as he watched your eyes widen, a relieved smile drawing on your face.

“Oh my god I love you, thank you,” you mumbled, and Sangyeon softly chuckled, his hand carding through your hair as strands fell in front of your eyes. He cupped your face with his hand before gently rubbing his nose against yours, earning a smile from you.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he stood up, quickly bending back down to press your lips together in a soft kiss.

You offered him a grateful smile, and he winked, making his way back in the kitchen, leaving you appeased in the living room. With his hugs and support, you felt calm and collected for tomorrow, mentally ready to confront your colleague and boss for their mistakes. But for now, your focus was your boyfriend, and you couldn’t wait to spend a lovely evening with him and some good food.

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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the moment they knew | ushijima, daichi, bokuto

characters: hq captains (ushijima, daichi, bokuto) with gn!reader words, genre: 1.5k words, fluff + slight angst. warnings: none! summary: in love, there’s a moment where everything falls into place and you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather spend forever with. | part one (with oikawa, kuroo, kita)

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI;

admittedly, ushijima is not the best at relationships

but you brought out sides of him that he didn’t know even existed

and because he’s so in love with you, he finds himself looking for ways to surprise you

he doesn’t hesitate to try new things because all he wants is to make you happy in the way you make him complete

When Ushijima comes home, the first thing he notices is the other pair of shoes sitting by the entranceway. He smiles as he walks all the way to the kitchen where he heard a commotion.

Though your back was turned to him, seeing you in his apartment instantly relieved him of his exhaustion for the day. He hurriedly goes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to his chest.

“Wakatoshi,” you turn your head back and give him a peck on his cheeks. “Welcome home.”

He shows you one of his rare smiles and reciprocates your kiss with his own. “Thank you, love.” He rests his chin on your shoulders and watches you quietly as you prep the ingredients.

“Do you want to help cook?” You were already expecting him to just hum and leave you to the dishes while he sets up the plates. So it was a genuine surprise when his hands left your body and retrieved the apron (it was a matching set to the one you were wearing) from one of the drawers.

He silently took his place by your side, and took the cutting board and the knife from your hands. You watched in awe as he skillfully sliced the onions in perfect shape.

“Do you need me to cut the carrots too?” You hadn’t noticed that he’s finished until you heard his voice close in your ears. That night, the two of you cooked together for the first time and there was something so intimate and so special about it.

“This feels nice,” you commented as Ushijima now worked on slicing the raw chicken fillet. “I thought you didn’t know how to cook.”

“I’ve been practicing.” His answer surprises you. You can’t help but imagine him watching cooking tutorials and the thought makes you smile.

“Really? And what exactly motivated you to learn how to cook?”

Ushijima stops and turns to you with the warmest look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t want you to do all the cooking in the future.” He grasps and kisses the back of your hands. “I wouldn’t be doing my job as your partner if you don’t let me serve you too.”

You don’t know which of the two takes your breath away—the way he looked when he said those words or the indirect proposal he just made. Either way, you were already looking forward to the future he’d just proclaimed.

SAWAMURA DAICHI;

your friends always said that daichi seems like the type of guy you’d bring to meet your parents

they weren’t wrong. he was the best partner anyone could ever ask for

you often find yourself wondering if marriage was ever on his mind

what you don’t know is that daichi had been carrying a ring box everyday since college graduation, just waiting for the right moment

Daichi clutches the material of his coat, hugging his body tighter as he stood and waited in front of your office building. He spots you walking with a friend and his lips curl upward into a smile. When you turn to look his way, he feels like a giddy high school boy as his heart skips a beat at the eye contact.

You bid your friend goodbye and run towards his waiting arms. He grunts when you throw yourself at him, laughing as you relax in his hold and he runs his hands over your back.

“You worked hard today. Shall we get your comfort food or do you want me to cook at home and prepare you a hot bath?”

You smile as you consider your options. “I like the sound of the second option.”

He takes your hands and brings it to his lips to plant a soft kiss along your knuckles. “Let’s head home then.”

The two of you begin a silent walk to your apartment complex. Lately, he’s been busy with his police work that he’s rarely had the time to stop by You take a glance at him, trying to remember as much of his face for as long as you can. Because you never know when he’d ever have the luxury of spending time with you like this.

He notices you staring, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. I just missed you.” You mutter. “Work has been keeping you too busy. It’s like you’re married to your job and I’m just your side piece.”

He laughs loudly that other passersby have turned to look your way. He says nothing, only squeezing your hands and looks at you with a glint in his eyes.

When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you made a beeline to the living room and planted yourself on the couch. You heard footsteps nearing and stopping at the side of the sofa.

Daichi had kneeled beside your position, his face inches away from yours when he calls your name. At the sound of his voice, you open an eye and see him holding out a ring in front of you. You sit up immediately, mouth hanging open as you search for the words to say but he beats you to it.

“You said earlier that you feel like I’m married to my job, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that but,” he pauses to stop the tears that threatened to fall. “But my job can’t compare to you. At the end of the day, I’ll leave work and come home to you.”

You’re both crying messes when Daichi takes your hand and positions the ring on your fourth finger. “Will you marry me?” Of course, you said yes.

BOKUTO KOTARO;

bokuto loves with his whole heart and he treasures you like you’re his world

your steadfast feelings made him confident and assured

but whenever a fight breaks between the two of you, his resolve always crumbles

when he realizes that nothing scares him more than the fact that he could lose you, that’s when he makes a promise

When Bokuto wakes up, he instinctively reaches for the other side of his bed and his heart drops when he feels nothing. He jolts up, eyes frantically searching his room for any sign that last night was not a dream.

He’s getting ready to stand up when the door opens and he sees you enter the room with a tray of breakfast in your hands. He scrambles on his feet and you’re surprised when he takes the food and places it on his desk before his arms make their way to hug you.

“I thought you’d left me again,” he mumbles in your neck. When you wrap your arms around him, Bokuto sighs and sinks further into the embrace. “I’m really sorry.”

It all started because of a petty fight. The two of you had been so busy with your own work that neither of you had time for each other. But the one time you’d both been home at the same time only resulted in an argument that led to you giving him the silent treatment for three weeks.

And those weeks were like hell for Bokuto. After that fight, he’d immediately realized his mistake and he’d called and messaged you but to no avail. Last night, you’d finally returned and Bokuto was more than relieved to see you.

“Let’s not fight ever again.” He looks at you with pleading eyes. “It was stupid of me to blame you for not having time for me when I’ve also been so occupied.”

“Bokuto…” You cup his cheeks and he closes his eyes as your hand gently caresses his face. “I’m sorry too. And I promise I’ll never disappear on you again.”

If there was one thing that he’d realized during the time when you were away, it’s that he could never live without you. He also couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of your hurt and pain so he makes a promise.

He leans so close that you could hear the drumming of his heart. “I’ll never do anything to make you sad again. When we first got together, I told you that I’d only make you happy.”

You smile as you remember that moment when he’d asked you to be his. It was one of the best days of his and your life.

“And that’s what I’ll do from now and for the rest of our lives.” He’s inching closer and closer, your lips just a few millimeters away until you say something.

“What you said just now sounds like a wedding vow.”

He laughs, surprising you when he turns and plops down with you on the bed. He’s hovering above you playfully, “Baby, wait until you hear the rest of it.”

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mandu-17 · 3 years

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Healer(s) | Suayeon x fem! reader

Requested by: @severetacopenguin

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Word count: ~ 1,113

A/N: thanks for requesting! i decided to write it as a one shot, instead of a reaction, hope you’ll like it 🤍

It was Friday the 13th.

Which should tell a lot about your day.

Oversleeping and then burning your mouth with coffee, which also stained your shirt were only the few things that made your blood boil. You arrived late at work due to traffic jams, of course in dirty clothes, since you had no time to change.

Not even being able to properly walk into the building, your boss already gave you a dozen of paperwork, after growling at how you were late again and how it couldn’t repeat unless you wanted to look for a new job. With angry tears glistening in your eyes, you made your way to the desk you were usually using. Trying to stay focused on the computer in front of you, you could slowly feel a migraine coming.

And it wasn’t even 9 AM.

The whole day was like a blur, although hands of the clock seemed to move slower than ever before. Sighing heavily, once your shift ended, you finally left the company, hoping for a much calmer evening at home. Of course, it starts raining the moment you stepped outside. Cursing at yourself for not bringing an umbrella, despite knowing how often it rained in Seoul, you ran towards the bus stop. Only to see it leaving a minute earlier than it normally would.

That one minute always managed to make you get into the bus. The next one was supposed to be leaving in half an hour or so.

Someone must have cursed you.

Hopelessly looking for a place to hide before raindrops, which already had your clothes soaked, you rested the back of your head against a brick wall. You weren’t a patient person. And those thirty minutes felt like long hours, as it began to get colder.

Completely worn out, you arrived at home with running nose and sore throat. Although, you could still smell something from the kitchen.

A small ray of hope twisted your heart upside down.

“Landlady is finally here!” Siyeon exclaimed, before sprinting from her chair, to crush you in a warm, long hug.

Sinking in her comforting embrace, you let out a loud sigh. Older girl frowned at your actions.

“You're all wet. Is everything okay?” She asked, drawing small circles on the back of your shirt.

“Y/N! Come here, I’m cooking your favorite.” Before you could reply a loud voice reached you from the kitchen.

With Siyeon’s arm around you, both of you approached Bora, who was excitedly making pasta, while dancing randomly. Although, she stopped the second her eyes took in your features.

“Yah, I told you to take umbrella. You’re going to catch a cold.” The dancer frowned, poking your cheek. “Is everything alright?”

“No.” You simply said.

Feeling their concerned gazes on you made you want to cry. Idols exchanged glances for a moment, when Siyeon spoke again beside you.

“Let’s go get you changed, baby. Then, we’ll talk about it, okay?” You nodded, letting her guide you to the closet.

Once you were in clean and comfy clothes, you came back to see what Bora was doing. She had already finished cooking and was adding last touches to the dishes served on the table.

“Thank you, baby. Both of you.” You smiled gratefully at your girlfriends, taking a seat.

As expected, Bora’s cooking was truly the best. She poured her heart into your favorite pasta and you felt so lucky to be able to have a warm meal after a horrible day.

“So, what happened? Yesterday on the phone, you sounded good.” Siyeon asked, munching on her dinner.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you let everything out. Telling them with details about how your day went since morning. Both of their attentions focused entirely on you, you could almost see sadness in their eyes. Knowing how protective your girlfriends could get, you loved them so much for it.

“Aish, I think I’m going to have to talk to your boss.” Siyeon frowned half jokingly. Her expressions always pulling a smile on your face.

“I’m definitely going with you. Who does he think he is?” Bora chimed in, annoyed.

“Stop, I don’t want any more trouble.” You giggled, causing them to look at you seriously. “I know he was mean, but it was also my fault. Besides, I don’t really care about it now, that you’re both here.”

As you were speaking softly, features on both of their faces slowly shifted. They were now sending you these small smiles, that never failed to make you melt. All three of you finished eating and along with the oldest, you moved to the couch, since Siyeon offered to wash the dishes.

“My babygirl deserves the best.” The dancer wrapped her arms around you tightly, planting a small kiss on the crown of your head.

With a smile tugging on your lips, you closed your eyes in bliss, when she pulled a blanket over you.

Your sweet Bora, you thought.

Usually, she was very energetic and chaotic. It was hard to get a hold of her sometimes. You’ve never met someone so full of life and strength. But only with you, she would let herself be calm and soft. Only you had this effect on her.

“Move over, daddy is here.” A raspy voice appeared on your left, making both of you burst into giggles.

Bora and you moved a little to leave some room for another girl, who quickly joined your under the blanket, to grab your hand gently and pinch it, from time to time.

With Siyeon, it was a completely different story. She was so random, yet so smart and beautiful inside out. You were so drawn to her. Her unique voice always managed to calm you down and make your heart flutter.

Now, with the loves of your life cuddling you on the couch and some tv playing in the background, you felt the happiest. Siyeon’s weird stories and Bora’s contagious laugh made you forget all about daily problems. Your body became light and warm, all the pain from earlier washed away. Nothing else mattered, except for these two women, who were smiling at you and with the most loving voices kept chatting with you, hoping to bring you as much comfort, as they could.

The house you lived in, finally felt like a home.

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ptergwen · 4 years

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love is more than a word

w/c: a very ouch 3.6k

warnings: so so so much angst and an unhealthy (ish) relationship

summary: after nearly four years together, peter has stopped trying

a/n: listen y’all i don’t know what came over me when i made this but i think it’s the saddest thing i’ve ever written? uh try to enjoy tho

you never thought this would happen, but you’re getting tired of peter. it isn’t your fault. that cliche it’s not you, it’s me line doesn’t apply here.

at first, you actually did find yourself believing the it’s me part. you’d came to the conclusion that you expect too much from peter. he goes to class, he works, patrols, sometimes parties, takes you out when he can. he’s got a lot going on for a full time college student, which is a busy life to lead on its own.

it’s why you don’t complain when he wants to spend the night in and order a pizza instead of cooking together like you’ve been wanting to try. it’s why every time your friends ask you two to hang, you have to reluctantly explain that peter is passed out at eight o’clock on a saturday.

there’s a lazy “wanna make out?” some nights, if peter isn’t yawning when he steps through the front door. even that has lost its enjoyment. kissing peter doesn’t give you the rush it used to, the taste of his strawberry chapstick not flooding your senses and intoxicating you. it’s become predictable. comfortable. boring.

peter is boring.

you’ve slipped into unspoken routine. say your hello’s, work on separate assignments in different rooms. peter eventually yells something like “babe, you hungry yet?” across the apartment, his passive way of asking you to make dinner. you usually order takeout because why make an effort if he doesn’t?

you might watch one of the ten movies peter has liked since before the start of your relationship. he’ll usually fall asleep during it. no surprise there. his overpacked schedule exhausts him, which you’ve talked to him about spreading himself too thin. peter is too nice and can’t say no, so this is where it leaves him.

the main reason you’ve stayed with him is that he can’t take care of himself. he’s clueless about paying the bills, sorting his laundry, simply remembering to drink water. peter wouldn’t be able to go a week without you. he even says it himself.

“crap, i totally forgot about these,” when you picked up his special ordered textbooks from your school library. “can food go in the garbage disposal?” a rare time you didn’t wash the dishes. “thank you, y/n/n. you’re literally a lifesaver,” whenever you do a task for him that someone in their 20s shouldn’t need assistance with.

you didn’t used to mind much. he watches over the city every night. you felt you should return the favor. spider-man could use some help, too. after the almost four years you’ve been together, peter has become completely dependent on you. it only got worse when you moved in together your junior year. you’re concerned how he’ll manage later in his adult life.

you’d think he’d be a little more passionate about your relationship considering how much he needs you. you know peter still loves you, of course he does. that’s not what the problem is. he’s become content with the mutual feeling, so he doesn’t try anymore. he expects the spark to keep itself lit.

no more random joke of the day texts that he used to send you. he stopped surprising you with your coffee order in the morning, the one that he memorized the first time you two went to a starbucks. what you initially found most endearing about peter was that he remembered every little thing you told him.

he put whatever energy he had into showing you that he listened. he’d do it all with rosy cheeks and that toothy smile of his. it seems now like he’s under the impression that being in a long term relationship means none of that matters anymore. there’s no need to impress you, keep you guessing, make you feel special.

tonight is your breaking point. as you go over all of this in your head while peter lays peacefully next to you, you can’t take it. you’ve been making so many excuses for him. you lie to yourself. you’re desperate to believe this is okay and normal and you can work this out, and you can love whatever version of him this is.

but, you can’t. you can’t do it. you need to tell him now because if you sleep on this, you’ll end up feeling bad and be stuck under these suffocating blankets forever.

“peter?” you whisper his name, your back turned to him in bed. you haven’t cuddled each other to sleep in a while. his arms don’t make you feel held now, they make you feel trapped. you’ve been forcing yourself to ignore his look of hurt when you reject his open embrace.

“peter?” you speak louder after a moment of silence, except for his occasional snores. a loud one escapes him before they stop altogether. his eyes stay shut as he mumbles out a, “uh... huh?” your heart is thudding through your entire body. you take a breath in from your nose. “i wanna break up.”

the breath you let out next is one of relief, those three words that have been scratching your throat for months finally out. peter slowly turns his head over his shoulder. he blinks rapidly at your motionless figure. you’re still not facing him.

“what?” is all he says. his voice is surprisingly steady, the confession not yet registering with his sleepy mind. his eyes are burning into you. “i wanna break up,” you repeat and squish your face further into your pillow. peter suddenly sits up, flicking on the lamp on his side. he tries to sling an arm around you. you move further away until you’re at the edge of the bed.

“i’m serious, peter. everything we had, it’s gone.” your words cut through him harder than literal knives he’s been stabbed with. “i- i don’t understand. where is this coming from?” he rakes a hand through his mess of curls. you turn onto your back, looking up at peter. his eyes are fixed on your lower half.

he’ll most definitely cry if he meets your eyes. he really doesn’t want to cry, not ever again when you won’t be here to make him feel better.

“it’s been coming,” you almost scoff at him as you prop yourself up against your pillows. peter’s teeth tug at his lower lip. “all we do is this.” you gesture to your bed, slapping your hand down at your side. “i get tired,” he speaks quietly, refusing to look at you. “i know you do, peter. i know, but you’d be a lot happier if you ever listened to me.”

your statement comes off as condescending to him. he works up the courage to look you in the face. “are you kidding? all you do is boss me around, and i take it. i’ve never once complained.” anger is coursing through his veins and voice. at the situation, that he’s about to lose the one stable part of his life. you’re getting pissed, too.

“that’s because you can’t do anything yourself!” you throw the blankets off you and swing your legs over the bed in one motion. peter hops out of bed entirely. “my whole life, i’ve been on my own half the time,” he spits as he comes over to stand in front of you. “sorry for taking you up on your offers to help.”

your peter would never spew that shit out. he wouldn’t guilt you for something he’s in the wrong about. this peter takes you for granted. he has no clue how fucked he’d be without you.

the first time you spoke to peter was on your way to history 227. you’d recognized him from your class, much more interested in the pretty boy taking notes with his tongue stuck out than whatever war your professor would lecture about.

he was carrying some books, a pencil case that didn’t fully zip, and a five subject notebook. you watched him do his balancing act through the halls until his legs started to wobble. a knowing smile on your face, you tapped his shoulder. it was a gentle one so you didn’t scare him and make all his things fall over.

“can i carry something for you?” you laughed out and pushed one of your backpack straps up on your shoulder. peter only stared at you, his doe eyes prompting you to reach for his pencil case. “uh, no, it’s fine. i got it. see?” he proved that to you by hiking everything up in his arms. he gave you a smile of his own.

“are you sure? we’re going to the same place,” you’d checked again and pointed at his impressive pile. “i’m not gonna steal your sharpies.” “really, i’m fine,” peter insisted with a heart clenching chuckle. “you can have one, if you want,” he offered and attempted to unzip his case, one handed. you put your hand over his to stop him.

“wait until we get to class,” you let go of him, leaving the tips of peter’s ears a shade of pink you’d later fall in love with. “i’ll sit with you.”

peter was once determined to do things on his own, to be self-sufficient. it used to be something he was proud of. now, he’s completely incapable of holding his independence.

“we’re done, peter.” your tone is short, you getting to your feet. “you’d probably forget how to fucking breathe without me, but call it bossing around, i guess,” you laugh bitterly and go over to your drawers. peter’s face falls as he grabs your wrist, stopping you when you pass by him. “where are you going?”

no answer. you pull yourself out of his grasp with your lips pressed into a stern line. peter follows you step by step over to the dresser. “wait, wait. don’t leave, baby. please,” he begs you, getting onto his knees beside you. you’re pulling random clothes out as quick as you can. a science t-shirt peter outgrew is in your hands.

peter used to give you all his old clothes. the signature smell of his cologne lingered no matter how many times you washed them. they kept you calm on nights he was out late patrolling or away on missions. peter would sport a smirk whenever you wore them out in public, pulling you closer to him and complimenting the look.

it started when he was packing for his first mission since you two had begun living together. he’d realized he became too buff to fit in some shirts. remembering how many times you’d giggle at their funny sayings, peter gave them to you. you threw one on and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. it became your tradition.

peter would set off for a new continent, but a piece of him would stay home with you.

the stretched out hoodies and ripped sweatpants just sit in your drawer now. another meaningful thing discontinued. whatever he doesn’t want goes to may for donations now. the memory of what they used to mean to you makes a fit of rage burst through you.

you slam down his ‘find x’ shirt in the space between his knees and yours. you’re on a mission of your own this time. you aren’t going anywhere until you get rid of all the stuff that went from him to you.

“y/n, don’t do this. i- i love you. i love you.” peter chokes out, tears filling his eyes. his vision is clouded while you toss more clothes to your side. “i love you, y/n/n,” he whimpers again, and this time you briskly push the drawer shut. the whole dresser shakes. this is the most emotion either of you have shown in the past few months of your relationship. it’s a little too late.

“love is more than a word, peter. you have to back it up with actions.” you’re doing your best not to cry. the memories of how loved peter made you feel play in your mind. he briefly wipes under his eyes and shakes his head. he’s so oblivious. “i thought i- i did.” “exactly, you did. you gave up at some point.” your voice gets weaker as a tear drips down your chin.

you didn’t plan on breaking down when you imagined this moment. part of you wishes you could give him another chance. most of you knows it wouldn’t do any good for you or peter. you’re not right for each other anymore. he outgrew some sweatshirts, you outgrew him.

that takes you all the way back to it’s not you, it’s me. it’s really both of you.

for the last time, you pull peter in for a hug. the two of you need this. he loops his arms around your back, keeping them loose around you as he tucks his face into the side of your neck. you’re a mix of tears and sharp breaths with your chin on his shoulder. you bring a hand up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of curls.

he sobs right into your ear, effectively destroying whatever composure you had left.

even though you’re not in love with peter, you haven’t stopped loving him. somewhere inside of him is the goofy boy who asked you out on a post-it during class. the kindhearted man who gave so much of himself to the world and saved enough for you. the one whose fingertips left goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

seeing him like this, having caused it feels like a dull pain rippling in every part of your body. you’ve been there to soothe him during countless breakdowns over the years. you managed to stay strong for all of them. this is the only exception. he lost people, felt down about life, made mistakes. you were there to pick up each piece and put them back together.

the one mistake peter made that you can’t fix is not loving you right. you became his rock, his anchor whenever he let grief and sadness rule over him. you’d get him back to himself. he could’ve at least bought you flowers once in a while, or done anything that showed his gratitude. every iteration of awful put together isn’t enough to describe how he feels.

“i’m so- i’m so fucking sorry, baby. i don’t deserve you. i never have,” peter murmurs as he cries, wetting your skin that his face is still pressed into. your fingers pull roughly at his hair. hot tears overflow from your own eyes. “i should’ve done more.” his voice cracks on the last word. “that’s all i wanted to hear, pete,” you breathe out and pull away from him.

“does that mean you’ll stay?” he croaks, arms still wound around your body. his eyes are hopeful when they lock with yours. a frown pulls at your lips. “only for tonight. i should... one of us should sleep on the couch.” “oh,” his voice is gravelly, so he clears his throat. “i’ll do it.” you’re not going to fight him on it for once.

peter removes his arms from your waist, you sitting back down on your thighs. you give him a blink and you’ll miss it smile because you can’t keep one for long. it’s to let him know you’re not mad. you were at the start of this conversation, then he took accountability. you also came to terms with the fact that the downfall of your relationship was a joined effort.

there are more factors than peter not giving you what he should have. time, different goals, new outlooks on life. you can’t hate only him because a whole bunch of things lead to this.

instead of a smile, since he physically can’t put one on his splotchy face, peter brushes the pad of his thumb over the corner of your lips. he gets up to leave the room, but you stop him with a “wait!” he freezes in front of you. you get out a hoodie from his pile of old clothes and stand up. “it’s cold.” you put it in his hands, earning a grin that he didn’t think was possible.

“thanks, y/n,” peter sighs and holds the hoodie against his chest. “goodnight. um,” this is the part where he’d usually say i love you. “sleep well, okay?” the replacement stings for both of you. you’ll have to learn to fall asleep without hearing that phrase first. as much as you didn’t feel it anymore, you’d become used to it. “you too, peter. night,” you say softly.

you head back to your bed while peter walks out the door. he glances at you once, and you’re already settling under the covers. he shuts the door behind him before finding his way to the couch.

your bed has always seemed too small. it’s gigantic without peter. you aren’t sure how you feel about that yet.

peter lays across the couch, the hood that doesn’t quite fit him pulled over his head. he’s only wearing it because you gave it to him. you doing that not even five minutes ago was how you backed up your love with actions. it’s so easy. silent tears spill from his eyes at the realization.

he wishes on every star that he could’ve figured out he wasn’t doing enough sooner. you’d be together right now, had he just caught on. there was a time he prided himself on knowing you fully and completely. how to turn you into the shy one with certain combinations of words, what your schedule was each week so he could plan his free time around it.

your relationship became something he thought would last unconditionally. if only he was able pinpoint the exact moment he went wrong.

you’re right in the other room. he can go in there and bawl, plead for you to take him back. how could he do that and claim to love you, though? you’ve made it clear you‘re over him.

the best way for peter to show you he loves you is by letting you live your life, without him in it.

you don’t see peter again for weeks. he moved back in with may, and you got to keep the apartment. you were the one who took all the care of it, anyway.

your semester ended at the perfect time because peter isn’t in any of your new classes. the city is too big to bump into each other. you’re free from the hold he had on you, which would’ve been four years long since yesterday. you’ve been good at picking up his broken pieces for too long, and now it’s time to pick up your own.

for all the hangouts you missed on his behalf, you made up for it. you called mj the day after your breakup and met for lunch. she never explicitly said it, but she took your side. peter had a feeling because when he had the same idea as you, to lean on his friends for support, she never reached out.

betty is indifferent, ned stays cordial with you. his real loyalty is to peter. you can’t blame him.

peter hasn’t been doing well since you broke up. he’s not eating enough, he can’t focus on work of any kind. you were right when you said he would forget how to breathe without you. he often wonders how you’ve been.

he finds out today.

you’re walking around campus, heading in the direction peter just came from. he has a class in the building your last one was. the two of you are on the same sidewalk, opposite sides. he almost doesn’t recognize you.

mj is on one side of you, a guy he’s never seen before with an arm around your shoulders. you’re all laughing about whatever dumb thing your professor said during the lecture. your hair, which is done in a new style, flows behind you in the spring breeze. a smile takes place on your glossy lips. the smile is directed towards that guy. your new boyfriend, peter assumes.

you look amazing, and not only physically. you seem happy with your small group of people. peter hadn’t been able to give you that happiness in years, so it’s nice to see you got it back somehow.

he must have stared too long because you notice him. you fall behind mj and your potential boyfriend, both of them wrapped up in discussing your next project. peter stops walking. you do the same. he’s not sure if he upset you, or what’s going on. his instincts tell him to apologize. his mouth stays closed.

that infectious smile of yours appears once again. you thought about peter yesterday, it being your anniversary and all. you’d only let yourself remember the good things. they outweighed the bad ones when you look back on everything.

“aye, grandma! get over here!” mj calls to you, your boyfriend nudging her side. “take your time, y/n/n. i’m not in a rush to write seven long ass pages.” you laugh to yourself at the two of them. peter fiddles with the zipper on his jacket. it’s from the drawer of things you used to wear. “one sec!” you yell back.

“hey,” you turn to face peter, who’s giving you a tight lipped smile. “how’ve you been?” “i’m okay. just, you know,” he shrugs and clasps his hands behind his back. there’s a short silence before peter says, “you seem good. really good.” he smiles for real this time. “yeah, i am. i hope you are, too,” you tell him and genuinely mean it.

you’d like to catch up soon, but it’s not right yet. you both need more time. “i’ll see you around?” you’re already starting to walk, backwards so you can see peter. “uh, sure. bye,” he gives you a quick wave and continues on his way.

you get back to mj and your boyfriend, his arm returning to your shoulders. they waited for you by the stoplight. “what’d ya get up to over there?” he teases, mj suspiciously watching your face for any tells. you carefully think through your answer with a grin. “love.”

#tom holland #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman #marvel #peter parker angst

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Hello I am back, I noticed some grammatical errors of my post regarding my experience of the FNaPF copy.

Here are my corrections:

I've been browsing for FNaF fangames on a website called Gamejolt. If you're unfamiliar, Gamejolt is a website where users can find games and other content organized by realms, communities, and posts.

Many of the games on this website are action, horror, adventure, and, of course, fangame-based. However, it seems that a lot of people focus on the FNaF-related ones.

I’m one of those people.

What was the game I wanted to play? Well, there's a specific FNaF fangame that hasn't garnered much attention. The game is called Five Nights at Prototype Fredbear’s (which is also available on Gamejolt); it's like any other FNaF fangame, but it's designed in a style reminiscent of those from 2014 or 2015. It's oddly charming and reminds me of the series' earlier days.

I clicked the download button and began playing; the .exe file automatically started downloading. I didn’t need to unzip any files or take any additional steps; the download provided me with the game effortlessly. I opened the game, and it gave me a warning about it having flashing lights, jumpscares, and loud noises. I proceeded, and it took me straight to the menu. The static scared me pretty badly, but this allows me to see if the game works.

One thing I noticed was how, for a split second, Prototype Fredbear, the yellow bear, had his pupils missing. I took a screenshot to examine it further; there were cracks on the front portions of the face and torso. It was evident that the game was updated to version 4.0, but for some reason, the color of the four didn’t match the 0 and the letter V.

My joy was cut short when I returned to the camera, and I noticed that Prototype Fredbear was looking directly at it, with his pupils missing, just like in the menu at the beginning of the game. I couldn't help but stare into the bear’s eyes.

The night ended, and I went to sleep, turning off the game. What happened in my dream was disturbing. I was giving food to my cat, which was normal at first, but when I checked the windows while I washed some dishes, I saw him, Prototype Fredbear, with those cracks and those empty eyes.

He was just staring at me in the eyes; there’s no doubt that this is some sort of hallucination or some guy pretending to be a furry by cosplaying as an animatronic.

I washed my face in the sink, and he was gone when I looked back. As I went outside, I noticed that the gate was open, swinging back and forth. I immediately ran inside and noticed my cat was missing. I noticed something that would make me cry and vomit in fear. In my room, in front of my desktop, my cat was lying on the ground with a chunk of his body missing and bitten off. I got up and went on my phone to call the police, but there was no connection, even though I swear I remember having a good connection.

Luckily, I woke up, and due to my curiosity, I had to finish this game.

I kept playing until I unlocked a custom night. Initially, my main goal was to find the secret character, Shadow Fredbear. However, that's no longer my priority. I won't attempt 20/20/20/20 mode either. Before playing this game, I watched a gameplay video where Beemanz, a staff member and a close friend of the game's creator, completed the mode and received a satisfying ending. I won’t be getting that ending; I set everybody except for Prototype Fredbear to zero, and lord, if the game wasn't creepier than it was. Also, one thing I would like to point out is that this ending isn’t present in the real game, you know, the one on the Gamejolt page.

If I remember correctly, Lolbit, Bonnet, Springbonnie, and the other bear, Springfreddy, weren't activated. However, in this case, they were activated and started moving.

During this, the bathroom camera turned on.

The odd part about this game is the animatronics appearing in places where they shouldn't be; while it didn't seem out of the ordinary, it was still odd. For example, in the actual game, you would normally see Springbonnie hanging or floating in the parts and service room, right? Instead, Prototype Fredbear is seen instead, and where is Springbonnie? He took Prototype Fredbear’s role, and Prototype Fredbear took Springbonnie’s role.

The camera began glitching out, displaying some rather questionable content. It seemed to be taken from BestGore (a website that is now closed, fortunately), and that's all I'll mention without delving into unnecessary detail. Some of the violent images being shown also appeared as if they were part of the game itself.

Clearly, something had changed.

The audio in the background was overpowering the original ambiance, which was taken directly from Five Nights at Wario’s 3. It consisted of branches and leaves being crushed and sounds of grass being stepped on, gradually growing closer.

The audio cut off, and the audio went back to the original ambiance. I wanted the night to end, so I waited for the animatronics to attack. For some reason, the AI got pretty broken, and the animatronics refused to attack; all they were doing was staring at the cameras, taunting me.

I flipped down the camera and finally encountered Shadow Fredbear, the secret antagonist.

It not only took me to the game over screen, but it also played two clips related to the main antagonist of the game. The first one depicted a yellowish grizzly bear, and it repeated continuously, showing the bear getting its head cut off repeatedly.

The next clip also depicted a yellowish bear being ground up, and it ended with a screenshot that never appeared in the game: a photo of Prototype Fredbear, Lolbit, Bonnet, and Springbonnie staring into the camera. Prototype Fredbear and Springbonnie had no pupils, and Lolbit’s pupils were missing; however, Bonnet seemed normal.

The screen immediately cuts back to the main menu, and it froze and crashed. After turning off the game, I began processing and trying to figure out what had happened.

After the creator, Joseph, made the game, someone downloaded the original game, broke into the MFA file, and began editing the source code, mixing up the AI, and inserting videos from BestGore (which might have been taken from other gore sites) into the game. Perhaps there's a chance that the hacker is responsible for the murders. They might have taken photos of the murders and inserted them into the game.

I uninstalled the game, and the nightmares haven't occurred since.

#five nights at prototype fredbears #fnapf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #josephthesnail

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nyrandrea · 2 years

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Motherhood

*le gasp* Oh my gosh, new fic?

I really enjoyed the character of Mommy Longlegs in Chapter 2 of Poppy Playtime so felt like diving a little deeper into it. Enjoy!

Also available to read here on Archive of our own!

Summary: As a new batch of orphans make their way into the Game Station, Mommy Longlegs takes notice of one quiet boy in particular...

Mommy loved all of her children, truly she did.

But recently she had been finding it more difficult to have any kind of real... connection with them since they came and went in a flash. Every day it was new faces and names; hairstyles and clothes; shapes and sizes. It was all becoming a bit of a blur, really.

She wasn’t even sure why she was here, in this wonderfully colorful yet painfully bleak place. There were...memories in there, somewhere, of laughter and screaming and yummy sweets and agonizing pain. But no matter how much she tried to focus; she just couldn’t pluck anything out of that plastic head of hers.

Which only left confusion and rage and—

“Hi kids! Welcome to the Game Station!”

Snapped out of her trance by the callout, Mommy immediately made for the train station and forced the corners of her lips upwards, hoping to make some resemblance of a warming smile as the next batch of children hopped off from the carriages.

Most of them just stood there in awe as they took in the grandeur of the hall, others had no hesitation in making a beeline for the soft-play area and punching the buttons of the cut-outs while a select few made their feelings be heard loud and clear by crying at the top of their lungs.

That was Mommy and Huggy’s cues to step in.

As she picked up and soothed a young boy, Mommy couldn’t help but glance up at the adults in white coats as they watched the children with beady eyes and hastily scribbled down on their notepads. It would be so easy just to reach up and tear those scribbling hands right out of their—

Mommy took a breath. She couldn’t. Not in front of the children.

The boy seemed to calm down and wanted to play on the swings, so Mommy let him down, patted his head and let him be on his way. Another nameless face to blend into the crowd that she would never see again.

Only he wouldn’t leave.

Mommy blinked as he grabbed her hand and tried to lead her to the playground and, as he ran ahead, didn’t seem to process that she wasn’t following. Only realizing when he stopped and saw that her arm had stretched all the way across the hall.

She didn’t even register the kids that were poking her elongated arm as her gaze was fixed solely on the boy. There was a whole range of expressions as he tried to process what was happening; first there was confusion, then fascination, and then of course the fear...

It always took her aback when kids were afraid of her stretchy limbs. She tried to show them that they were meant to be fun and silly and used in games like skipping rope. Now, she understood why the adults were afraid as she’d make a different kind of rope for them.

Mommy felt a tug and was surprised to see the young boy pulling to make her arm longer before swinging it from side to side, grinning from ear to ear as the others started to hop over it. Were...were they...?

“Candy, Candy, in a dish!” They started to sing in time to the swings, while others clapped along.

Beaming joyfully for the first time in years, Mommy couldn’t help but join in:

“How many pieces do you wish? 1...2...3...4!”

As they finished their song, the kids cheered and made a start for the other attractions.

Wait. Was that it?

Mommy’s heart plummeted and her free arm instinctively reached out to prevent them from leaving.

“W-Wait! Just one more go!” she pleaded, detesting the uncertainty in their eyes. Did they not want to play with her? Was it really that much of an ordeal? To make her happy? After everything she had went through for them?

“If you do, then you can get as many pieces of candy as you want!”

That seemed to sweeten the deal as the children glanced at each other and shrugged before going again. Though with a lot less enthusiasm this time.

Mommy watched the group stampede their way towards Candy Cat and demand their treats like she told them to, much to the dismay of the feline. Bribery was an easy way to get what you want, but it was sad that such cheap tactics had to be used.

She hadn’t even noticed the little boy from earlier had closed the gap between them, still holding her hand.

“Don’t...don’t you want some candy?” She asked, the break in her voice betraying her happy-go-lucky demeanour.

He shook his head, pointing towards the playground.

“Oh, that’s right, you wanted to play on the swings,” Mommy said as she ushered him along. “Go on then. Mommy will be right here if you need me.”

Shaking his head again, he pointed with new determination.

She frowned, wondering if the boy couldn’t talk or simply chose not to.

He frowned back, almost making Mommy chuckle a little, and then pointed at her. Such a gesture had the toy a little taken aback.

“You...want me to push you?”

Relief washed over the boy’s face as he nodded and pointed repeatedly. Mommy was almost mesmerized by the look of pure delight etched across his face and twinkle of triumph in his bright amber eyes. His hair brought on a hazy memory of golden wheat fields that swayed in the wind; a scent of sweet autumn leaves.

Her eyes trailed down to the sticker tag stuck to his yellow and blue striped shirt. ‘Isaac’ was hastily scribbled on it.

“Why, Mommy would love to, Isaac!”

Now it was his turn to be taken aback, a strange glazed look coming over his eyes as if his own name was foreign to him. Or perhaps he had never heard anyone actually say it. The thought made Mommy’s heart sink a little.

Deciding to snap him out of his little funk, the toy picked him up and placed him on the swing, thanking her lucky stars that it seemed to work as he started to swing his legs and looked at her expectantly.

“Okay, hang on tight!”

They played for what seemed like hours. Mommy hadn’t even bothered to check on anyone else because Isaac was the only one that gave her the attention she craved. He didn’t get bored and discard her like the rest of them did, he wouldn’t push boundaries and break the rules like they did, and he looked at her with those large doe eyes that silently pleaded for...she wasn’t sure what, but the other kids didn’t look at her quite so adoringly.

The perfect child.

“Where are your parents, Isaac? Your...mother?”

Mommy hadn’t meant to blurt out such an insensitive question, but she knew that the children who came here lacked a stable family life. The adults in the white coats made sure of that. For what reason, she wasn’t quite sure.

They were sitting on a play rug; the kind with colorful houses and tiny cars on roads weaved into a sort of neighbourhood. Isaac stiffened and shrugged before going back to his toys with a strange laser-like focus. The lion and lioness in his hands were butting heads with increased force.

Mommy picked up the tiny lion cub that lay nearby.

“Okay, so let’s pretend that this baby lion is you,” Mommy said. “Hi! My name is Isaac and I looooove you!”

Her high-pitched voice earned her a little giggle, and it was more than enough to make her feel a bit better about the conversation that she was about to attempt.

“This can be daddy lion,” she pointed, trying to ignore the boy’s flinch. “And mommy...lion.”

Strangely, the name left a sour taste in her mouth.

“And they all live here in this house,” Mommy picked one at random, pushing all the toys together. Isaac started to fidget a little; rubbing his hands together and focusing his attention on anything but the toys.

“Pay attention, Isaac,” she said, her voice firm but gentle enough not to spook him too much. It was a skill that had taken time and dedication to master, but it could be a useful tool when dealing with—or ordering around— the other toys.

“Now, it’s a lovely day outside! What does little Isaac like to do with his mommy and daddy?”

No answer.

“Does he...go to the park to play?”

A shake of the head.

“Well, how about the pond?” Mommy suggested, pushing the toys along. “To... feed the ducks!”

Shrug.

Sighing, Mommy looked back down to the rug. She was running out of places to go, perhaps this hadn’t been the most tactful of ideas. But these were the kinds of things parents did with their children, weren’t they? That was what she had heard from the other orphans.

She would relay these ideas to Daddy Longlegs; they often talked about what activities they should do with the other toys, if only to distract them from their pain and rage-inducing thoughts for only a moment.

Isaac slowly dragged himself across the rug and pulled the toys back towards the house. Mommy blinked for a moment, but quickly got the message, and observed.

The lion and lioness were tapping noses at first, as if they were kissing, and tending to the cub. The lion seemed to get less interested though, and tried pulling the lioness away, to which she seemed to refuse and stayed near the cub as if to guard him. Then they butted heads.

Harder.

And harder.

Until the mother’s head was bashed in and rolling along the rug.

“Oh, Isaac...,” was all Mommy could whisper.

But it wasn’t over. To wrap things up, Isaac tied a piece of string around the lion's plastic mane and held him up for Mommy to see.

All she saw were his glistening eyes.

“Oh sweetie , come here,” she said, wrapping her arms around Isaac and holding him up against her shoulder, with one hand on his head while the other rubbed circles along his back. Cooing and shushing as he started to sniff and whimper into her neck.

Good thing too, or else he would have seen the massive grin spread across her face.

She was ecstatic.

Obviously, it was a shame that the poor lad had to go through something so traumatic, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Isaac...,” she started tentatively as she lightly bounced him, praying to whatever God there was that her idea wouldn’t backfire horrifically.

“Can I be your mommy?”

The silence was deafening.

“I-I mean, nobody could replace your real mother,” she quickly added on in a panic. “But if you wanted to stay here, then I could take care of you! We could play games and eat candy and have lots and lots of—”

“I’m Stella and we’ve got three super duper fun games to play!”

“...fun,” she trailed off as she glared up at the speakers.

“These little tests show us just how crazy strong and smart you are! Follow Mommy Longlegs down the stairs and we’ll start by playing Musical Memory! See you in a bit!”

That woman. That woman. She always did this. Interrupting playtime. Ruining everything. Making the children nervous. So, of course it was up to Mommy to make everything better and force them down the stairs to do those stupid tests. They weren’t even fun. They were awful. Why did they have to do them? Maybe...maybe they didn’t have to. They could make a break for it. Mommy could hang the adults from their high and mighty walkway. Huggy could tear them to bits. They could. They...could...

Eyes stared at her from every direction. From the silent wide eyes of the children surrounding her to the narrowed eyes from above, the only sound a faint scratching of pen on paper.

The other toys had seemed to have read her mind as they looked to her for the go-ahead. One nod was all it took. A thin stream of drool trailed down Huggy’s furry chin. Candy Cat’s claws slowly unsheathed. Bron was the only one that appeared a little uneasy.

Issac's’ eyes were the most intense; they tore through to her very soul, begging for consolation and safety. To make everything alright. Like a mother should.

A massive grin spread across her face.

“Alright children! Let’s do what Stella says and follow Mommy to Musical Memory! We’re going to have oh so much fun!”

There was a collective sigh of relief as the children started to form a line while the adults hurried along to their respective posts to get ready for the test, their tinny footsteps echoing across the hall.

Their opportunity was gone.

Trying to ignore the disappointed stares that were being directed at her from her co-workers, Mommy let Isaac down and clasped his hand, bending her head down to his level.

“Don’t worry little Isaac,” she said, smiling when he grasped her hand even tighter. “You don’t need to give me an answer right now. How about we complete Stella’s games and then we can play together when we’re done, would that be alright?”

We’ll play forever...and... ever...and ever...as mother and son.

The boy considered it for a moment—as if he actually had a choice in the matter—and held out his pinky finger. Mommy caught on immediately and linked hers with his, almost engulfing the tiny, fragile digit.

“I pinky promise!”

XXX

As controversial as Mob games are, I can't help but love the whole concept and vibes of Poppy Playtime, especially that title screen music man it just /hits/ different. Anyhoo, I hope y'all enjoyed this little fic!

#poppy playtime #mommy long legs #orphans #huggy wuggy #fanfiction #My writing #tw referenced death #insert brooklyn nine-nine dog meme #that's it that's the fic

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this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy.

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

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