#these kids go through hell but they get lots of hugs and comfort in return

[backstabber128]

I made it to the end of my Arcane prequel fic after a whole year. So here's an obligatory count down of all the art covers from chapter 11 all the way back to 2. (The first chapter is the only one without a cover rip)

It's truly been a wild ride. I still can't believe I put so much effort into it. It gets darker as it goes on and delves into some very heavy topics. It's a deep dive into Vi and Powder coping with their Bridge trauma and their new life in the Lanes.

If you're interested, here's the link to the story for context:

[mvltisstuff]

can you do a conrad x reader and he meets yn at one of his moms chemo sessions- yn being a cancer patient- always sitting with susannah because she’s always wanted a mother figure so she starts spending time at the beach house and conrad falls for her pls!!

electric touch - c.f

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: wanted to get this right for you, hope you enjoy <3

when susannah was first diagnosed, she went through extensive amounts of treatment to try and beat the cruel disease. luckily, it eventually faded and left her alone. she was able to get more time with her boys, feeling strong in her ability to fight it off. only until it returned, but she fought through one more summer with her boys.

while she was in chemotherapy, she met a girl. her name was y/n and she had been diagnosed with her own cancer. susannah’s heart broke every single time she saw y/n. she was so young, and no one ever deserves to be put through that hell. when y/n was sat next to susannah for a treatment, they connected. she felt something with the girl, maybe her being so close in age to her boys. she can’t imagine not being there for them.

“i’m susannah,” she smiles gracefully at y/n who returned her own grin.

“i’m y/n,” she told. “it’s nice to meet you.”

susannah admired her positivity. it’s hard to be so optimistic in this situation and the room, surrounded by people who are held down by a vicious force of nature.

“you have a beautiful smile,” y/n said to susannah, causing her to awe at her and completely adore her. every time treatments came around again, y/n sat with susannah. they always wanted to sit with each other, sharing funny stories and eating the hospital popsicles.

“are you from massachusetts?” susannah asked.

“yeah, i’ve been here my whole life,” y/n said, taking a lick of her popsicle. “i’m here with my dad, my mom moved away. she’s not really a part of anything anymore.”

“does she know you’re sick?”

“yeah, she knows,” y/n’s expression changed so sadness. “there’s nothing she can do, you know?”

“i’m sorry, sweetie.”

“it’s ok,” y/n replied. “i’m glad you’re here, though.”

susannah beamed back at her, almost forgetting the situation they were in. y/n’s personality completely shined when she was with susannah. she was almost like her own mother, supporting her and being there for the good and bad news. y/n was there for susannah every day, doing random activities and just gossiping about. they eventually discovered that both of them usually spent summers in cousins beach, and they hoped they would see each other there.

susannah had finally been cleared, her cancer going away as she continued to live her wonderful life. she saw her boys every day, something to never take for granted. she thought about y/n a lot, messaging her on facebook to see her condition. soon after, y/n had pushed through her own battle, and she was cancer free. that summer, she swore would be the best of her life.

cousins was a great place. it was relaxing, it was an escape from all the chaos and haunting memories of her sickness. she felt like a kid again in cousins, she was happier than ever there. susannah was basically her mother at this point, talking to her more than her biological mother does. she was kind of like her best friend, the only one who truly understands how it is sometimes.

susannah had wanted to take conrad and jeremiah shopping, and she had laurel and her kids come too. they were all messing around in little gift shops, finding cute outfits for each other and susannah spoiling all of them. when she walked into a little boutique with stylish items for everyone, she could tell by the back of y/n that it was her. she was browsing around the comfortable cousins merchandise, feeling the soft fabrics and letters on the hoodies. y/n eventually turned around, locking eyes with susannah.

“y/n!” susannah shouted. “you look so beautiful!”

y/n reached in for a hug, holding susannah in her arms as susannah almost cried in happiness. “you look so pretty, susannah.”

“i’m so happy to see you! i was hoping we would bump into each other, but you look like you’re doing really well!” susannah placed a hand on her cheek.

“i feel good!” y/n added, holding onto her hand as she ran her fingers through her growing hair, just touching her shoulders now. “how are you, though, it’s been so long since i’ve seen you in person.”

“i know, it’s been a crazy year, but- oh!” she turns around to her boys, pulling them to her side. “these are my sons, conrad and jeremiah.”

she looks at jeremiah who has the same, bright smile on his face as his mother. he waves lightly, making y/n feel comfortable in him, like an old friend. when she looks at conrad, he’s slightly more smirky than jeremiah. he’s fully admiring y/n, hearing so much about her and finally meeting her. he never knew she was so gorgeous, wondering why his mom never told him.

when she held eye contact with conrad, y/n could sense herself getting more and more nervous. the back of her neck got hot and she wanted to make sure she looked good. conrad was really cute, and there was no denying that.

“this is my best friend, laurel and her kids,” y/n waved hello to belly and steven, who looked kind and lovely. belly was thrilled, hopefully being able to make a new friend who has the graciousness of susannah. “oh! you should come to our house tonight! connie and jere can set up the grill!”

y/n looked at the accepting smiles of her new friends. “i’d love to, susannah!”

that night at her own beach house, y/n picked out her best outfit, hoping to secretly impress the boys. she’s been so used to hospitals and staying home that being able to dress up for people felt like a relief. she formed two small braids on the top of her head, letting the rest of her hair down. she picked a pair of shorts and white corset top with small peach-colored flowers. she felt good when she looked in the mirror, confident and pretty. she added a few final pieces of jewelry and walked downstairs with her purse.

“hi, dad,” she said, walking up to her father who was in the kitchen. “i’m going to meet susannah and her family.”

“that’s great!” he replied, voice full of excitement. “i’m meeting up with some friends at the pub, but hey, have a good time, ok? if you need anything at all call me and i’ll bring you anything-“

“dad,” y/n giggles. “i’m fine, you need to have fun tonight, let loose a little?”

“alright, kid. i’ll see you later,” y/n then scurried out the door and into her car, driving anxiously to the fisher house. she was excited to spend some time with her outside of the white, dull walls of the chemo rooms. she hoped that belly and steven would want to be her friend, someone to confide in. the fisher boys looked sweeter than anyone, jeremiah’s bright smile illuminating whatever room he was in and conrad’s personality lightly shining through.

when she walked up to the door, she barely had to knock before susannah pulled the door open. “you’re here! we’re hanging out in the back, come!”

y/n walked through the house, admiring the organized furniture and the aroma of the beach. she glanced at the photos of the families, posing softly with their kids, past and present. she reached the doors to the back patio, seeing everyone all about. “hey, y/n!” jeremiah said, the first to notice that she had walked in.

“y/n!” belly exclaimed. “i’m so glad someone is here to save me from them.”

y/n laughed at her little jokes, noticing the faint stare from conrad as he continued to set up the food for dinner. y/n made her rounds to everyone, chatting up with them before noticing conrad by himself. the rest of them were talking, so y/n stood and walked over to conrad.

“i didn’t realize you were so passionate about cheeseburgers,” y/n grins lightly, getting the same from conrad.

“my mom told me that they better be good,” he said. “she’s very particular about her burgers.”

“ah, i see,” y/n looks back at him, his eyes still on her.

“hey, congrats on being cleared. that’s really awesome,” conrad tells her, making her smile.

“thank you, conrad.”

“you know, we’ve heard a lot about you,” he said. “my mom loves you like a daughter. i’m glad we could finally meet in person, though.”

“i’m really glad i’m here,” conrad can’t seem to pull his eyes away from hers. each detail in her eyes is admired by him, looking at her pretty features and her perfect outfit. her cheeks, her eyes, her lips-

he was pulled directly out of his thoughts when he saw the harsh smoking of one of the burgers, completely burnt. “shit,” he looks, picking the patty up and tossing it out. his eyes are directed to y/n’s face again, holding back a little chuckle. he starts laughing himself, “i hope my mom doesn’t notice.”

once everyones stomachs are full, and they savored the delicious meals from conrad and his mother, laurel gets up and starts a fire in the pit. the warmth of the flames reaches y/n, making her body feel tingly and comforted as she looks at conrad.

he’s sitting back in his chair, hair swooped perfectly out of his face. he has a faint smirk on his mouth, looking at his brother and steven argue about god knows what.

“hold on,” jere speaks. “we should go swimming, what are we doing?”

“i’ll go change!” steven yells, running inside the house to find his swim shorts.

“wanna swim?” conrad asks y/n.

“oh, i didn’t bring a bathing suit,” she informs, her smile dropping slightly.

“you can borrow one of mine!” belly tells her, excitement creeping into her words. “here, come with me.”

y/n takes her hand and jogs up the stairs, going into her room as belly holds up different options. she ends up going for the blue striped one, fitting her perfectly and easy to swim in. she walks out with a towel that she also borrowed, standing next to belly looking into the pool.

“i’m just gonna jump,” y/n says, not bothering to dip her toes in first.

“me too,” belly says, taking a step back as they both jump into the water. the cool pool engulfs y/n’s body, seeing the tiny bubbles around her as she opens her eyes underwater. the quick impact with the water sends a few chills up her spine, feeling the tingling on her skin. the previously calm water was splashing all around her when she came back to the surface. y/n brusher her hair out of her face, looking at the three boys jumping in next to them. she and belly let out playful screams, as steven scooped up his sister and threw her back in.

“volleyball tournament!” belly shouts. “me and y/n vs the guys.”

the boys groan sarcastically, as y/n swims over to one side with belly as the ball is blown up. she starts out hitting it perfectly, belly being surprised. “do you play, y/n?”

“i did a few years ago, but got sick and had to quit,” y/n tells her. sadly having to miss the next few years of her sport.

“oh, y/n, i’m sorry,” belly begins.

“don’t be, really,” y/n says, a polite smile on her face, making belly feel better. “i’m ready now to kick their ass, so c’mon!”

belly grins back at her, serving the ball over to the guys and hitting it back to y/n. when she hits it over to belly, conrad looks at her sweet smile on her face again, blessing conrad’s eyes. he’s so focused on how beautiful she is, and he wants to just worship her. he was so fixated on her that he completely missed the ball coming his way, letting it fall into the pool.

“ah! conrad-“ jeremiah says through gritted teeth, shaking his hands at him. y/n laughs softly before moving to the edge of the pool. the slight fatigue and dizziness made her want to get out to just sit for a few minutes. of course, it didn’t take conrad to notice her absence and her walking out of the pool with a clear grimace.

“y/n, you ok?” he asks, voice full of concern.

“yeah, i’m good,” she says, locking eyes with susannah and laurel. susannah gets up, ready to offer y/n anything she might need. conrad swims to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out and walking toward y/n. susannah brings over a cold bottle of water for y/n.

she sits for a few minutes, consuming the drink susannah gave her and feeling better. she must have been dehydrated, forgetting to drink more water while she was hanging out with everyone. “how are you feeling?” conrad asks.

“i’m fine, now,” y/n smiles up at him. “i just hadn’t drank enough water, that’s all.” conrad pulls up a chair next to her, watching the rest of them play around in the pool.

“does it get scary sometimes? sorry, i know that’s a weird question but-“

“no such thing as a weird question. but, i mean it’s all scary. any small symptom could be related to the cancer i had. it gets easier though, it gets less and less scary the more time goes on.”

“it sucks you had to go through that.”

“yeah, it does. i wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but i can’t change it. i just don’t want the rest of my life being dictated by it.”

it’s almost difficult for conrad to comprehend how someone can be so bright about things. he’s infatuated by the way she views the world around her. he wishes he could be more like her, wanting to see things in a different light like she was forced to at such a young age. conrad knows she’s someone to be loved, and he knows she needs it. he knows he could be the one to do it.

“you’re a really great person, y/n,” he mumbles out, y/n being able to catch every word.

“you’re a great person, too,” she tells him. “you didn’t have to come over here and waste time with me, but you made sure i was ok.”

“times never wasted with you,” he smirks, looking back at y/n who takes another sip of her water. “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“nothing, that i know of.”

“we should go do something, we can go to the boardwalk if you want.”

“i’d really like that,” y/n beams, giving conrad just more satisfaction. when susannah walks by, she taps conrad on the shoulder and kisses him on the cheek.

“you’re a good boy, connie,” she says, fully proud and praising her kind-hearted son.

[itjazzbicch]

The Way You Are

Pairing:  MK1!Kenshi Takashi x Reader 

First time writing for Kenshi so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Returning home to the reader who was worried about his travels with Lord Lui Kang and his fellow champions, the reader is in shock when they see that he not only has Sento, sees what Sento can do, and also learns why Kenshi came back wearing a red band across his eyes...

Warnings:  MK1 story mode spoilers (If you don't know what happened to Kenshi in story mode lol) Slight swearing, established relationship, little flirting toward the end (And that's it, pretty much!)

Word Count: .9k 

Kenshi setting out to find Sento already worried me since he was going on this conquest alone, being his only support, and learning how it turned out to be much more than finding Sento put me in distress.

It took him some time, but he finally came back to me, telling me over a phone call; his low tone built up more anxiousness, but I was glad he was finally back.

Learning about the realms and how he was being sent to Outworld was a lot to take in as it was all new knowledge to me, and I was relieved when I saw the hilt of a new sword out the window.

He must've gotten his hands on Sento! Hearing the door open, I nearly jumped for joy but came to a slow halt once I saw a blindfold covering his eyes.

"Kenshi?"

"I did it, Y/N," He started smiling at me, pulling out the centuries-old sword to show me, "I have Sento."

"I never doubted you, Kenshi," I smiled back, nervous to ask, "What's with the blindfold?"

"About that," He sighed, hand caressing the red band, clearly nervous to explain why he was wearing it, "Don't worry. I can still see, sort of."

"What happened while you were gone?" My voice grew stern as I approached him, wanting to know what he was hiding, going to touch the band, but he gripped my hand:

"You don't want to see. Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

"I do," I said more sternly, showing him that I was acting out of care, "I want to know what happened because if someone did this on purpose, I'd gladly visit them."

"That's not necessary," He huffed, letting my hand go, "It wasn't intentional."

"Please, just let me see," I whispered with a sweeter tone, his deep sigh a signal to allow me to lift the band, seeing how his eyes were gouged, "Oh my goodness."

I covered my mouth with a hand as tears filled my eyes, angry at the thought that someone would do such a thing to him, someone I cared about more than anyone.

"This wasn't intentional? Are you kidding me?" This disbelief was strong, unable to accept that this was somehow an accident.

"It truly wasn't, Y/N," Taking my hand to provide comfort, he assured me, "But as I said, there's no need to worry. Sento gave me back my sight in its own way."

"What do you mean?" I knew Sento was a mighty sword but didn't understand until he entered my living room.

"See how I can move around with no issues?" He pointed out, watching and beginning to understand, blown away as he wielded Sento, "Just watch."

Going to a fake plant I had in the corner, he sliced the leaves into pieces, my jaw dropping at the blue aurora that flowed around Sento's blade, not believing my eyes:

"What the hell? What was that, Kenshi?"

"Sento has my ancestors within it," He explained, "They guide me, make me stronger. I can finally free my clan from the Yakuza and their crimes."

I still couldn't believe what I witnessed, but I knew it was true. I ran to hug him as he put Sento away, hugging him tightly and praising, "I knew that you could get Sento back. You will fulfill all your goals. I know it."

"Thank you, Y/N," He hugged back, squeezing me as he whispered, "Thank you for always being the one by my side."

"Forever will be, Kenshi," I vowed, holding his face, staring at that blindfold and only able to imagine the hell and pain he went through to make it this far; there was still a far way to go.

Tears swelled in the corner of my eyes again, and he quickly noticed, trying to apologize:

"I know that I worried you while I was gone, and seeing me like this-; I'm-"

"It's okay," I assured, swallowing a breath to shake off the sad tears and mean wholeheartedly, "You came back to me, and if Sento brought back your vision in a new way, that's all that matters. I'll always love you the way you are."

My last sentence made him smile, his embrace warming with his words, "I may have lost my eyes, but I'm not easily defeated. Don't stress over me. I'll always come back to you."

"You better," I teased but meant firmly, bringing his lips to mine, filling our connection with all the passion in my heart that I had for him, making him chuckle some as our lips briefly parted, "Or you better take me with you."

"You'd be in for culture shock. I'm not even sure if that's what I should call it," We laughed more, but I was serious despite my giggles:

"Maybe, but I'd still go and kick the hell out of anyone who even thinks of harming you."

"So protective," He joked, smirking at me while gripping my hip, "I still have skills, you know?"

"I am protective, and I own that," Kissing one more time as I hugged him again, I made sure he knew all my actions and words were made from love, but also trying not to be too serious and play along, wiggling the hip in his hand, "And trust me, I know you have all kinds of skills." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[lupeloto]

“pretty, huh?” ficlet

basically, ian and mickey are babysitting franny when she lets it slip just how much ian talks about how pretty mickey is

“You’re gonna use this color,” Franny picks out a navy blue crayon, handing it to Mickey.

The two are sitting beside the coffee table in the den, Franny on her knees and Mickey leaned against the couch. There are about five different coloring books laid out on the dark-wood table, which now has its own little streak of purple thanks to Franny. Debbie had dropped Franny off with a few Princess and Fairy coloring books. Mickey immediately went to the little cabinet where they keep Franny’s items for the Monster Truck coloring book that he had bought for her. She beamed, insisting that they start coloring now. Ian had gone out to get lunch, so it was just them two coloring away in a comfortable silence. Franny always got so concentrated when coloring, her tongue sticking out between her lips, brows furrowed. Mickey found it absolutely endearing, it reminded him so much of Ian. A lot about Franny reminded him of Ian, including her bossy nature.

Mickey chuckles, “Can’t I choose my own color crayon, Fran?” He questions while taking the crayon she holds out to him.

“But I want you to use this one,” she says rather seriously, so Mickey complies, scribbling away with the dark blue crayon.

Ian walks through the door, take-out containers hanging off his fingers that peaked out of his gloves, big coat wrapped tightly around him, and a bright-red face.

“Jesus, it’s fucking freezing,” he says as soon as he steps inside. 

Franny seems to pay him no mind, completely concentrating on her artwork as Mickey looks ups, “Ay, I know, man. why don’t you go change into somethin’ warmer and then we’ll eat,” Mickey says softly before returning to his coloring, picking up the blue crayon that was basically a nub at this point.

“Yeah okay, I’ll be quick,” Ian sets the food on the counter before heading over to where the two sit in their own little world.

He places a quick kiss to both Mickey and Franny’s heads, “Hi Fran,” he raises his voice a little as if to say I’m right here, aren’t you excited to see me?

“Uncle Ian!” Franny squeals, finally pulling away from her coloring long enough to realize he was in the room. She jumps up, wrapping her arms around his leg tightly before returning to her picture.

That always made Mickey’s heart skip a beat; seeing him and Franny. The way Ian looked even taller next to her, how she soon figured out she couldn’t hug him while standing up, so instead she grew a habit of clinging to his leg as a warm welcome and goodbye. With that, Ian takes off to the bedroom.

A few more moments of silence pass before Franny breaks it, breaking her gaze away from her purple and green monster truck to stare at Mickey, “You’re pretty Uncle Mickey,” she says matter-of-factly before returning to her drawing. At the same time, Ian walks in, leaned against the doorway to the den, a small smile on his face at the sight of his husband and niece. 

Mickey can’t help but chuckle, looking over at Ian with his eyebrows raised because Where the hell did that come from?

“Well thanks, Little Red. You ain’t too bad yourself kid, way prettier than me,” his attempt to halt the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth miserably fails as he watches Franny giggle and bat her eyelashes at the comment.

Franny’s hand moves slowly and surely around the page, “Uncle Ian says it all the time,” she continues scribbling, “Says that you’re soooo pretty,” she giggles slightly, looking towards Ian

“Oh, ‘s that right?” Mickey raises one eyebrow and turns his head towards Ian who wears a smug grin.

Ian shrugs his shoulders, “I’ve been exposed,” he states matter-of-factly, “What can I say?”

“I have to pee,” Franny says, already bored with their conversation, jumping up from her spot and headed down the hallway.

“Wash your hands, Fran!” Ian yells after her, pushing himself off the door frame, heading towards Mickey.

“Pretty, huh Gallagher?” Mickey flashes a one-sided grin up at where Ian stands behind him, hovering over his head, a certain softness in his eyes.

Ian shrugs, “I stand by it…” Ian leans down and presses their lips together spider-man style, “Fucking beautiful,” he whispers as their mouths part, but still remain close together.

Mickey beams, a warmth that only Ian can provide spreading all throughout his body, “Yeha, you too, Red.” They kiss one more time before Franny comes running in, demanding a popsicle. They all three sit on the patio and eat their popsicle, Mickey looking on in amusement as both Ian and Franny end up with red all over their mouths and shirts by the time they’re done.

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these two take up so much space in my brain it’s sick and twisted! told myself i wasn’t gonna post anymore today but here i am on your dash to annoy u more about these gays😞

[thejujvtsupost]

hiiii, i just wanna say i love your writing!

is it okay if i request a Gojo fluff of him coming out of the Prison Realm and seeing Y/N? a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff if you please.

thank you!

have a cookie 🍪

and a lil bit of love <3

byee

-anon :)

The Return

Hi anon! You’re so sweet 🥺💗 here’s a cookie for you too! 🍪 hope you don’t mind but I also added some Nobara copium since her dreaded episode comes out this week. She deserved better tbh.

Notes: F!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Gojo needs a hug and gets one. Just something extra fluffy for the copium we all need. Also since Nobara’s status is technically ‘unknown’ I decided she’s in a coma for the foreseeable future to make myself feel better. 🤗 I also didn’t know how to end it because I had too many ideas.

He looked like a mess.

You, Shoko and Yaga were the only ones unsealing Gojo, you had no idea what he was going to be like and all the kids had been through more than enough. If something tragic happened, they didn’t need to see it.

The way looked at you, some meters away from where he was unsealed, broke your heart. “Baby?” His scratchy voice was barely audible, likely dehydrated.

His hair was in complete disarray, dirt, dry blood and filth all over him, clothes hanging off of his frame- he clearly lost some weight. He’d been through hell.

None of that deterred you from immediately running into his arms, kissing his cheek and clutching his body close, tight but trying to be mindful of his frailty. His reverse curse technique could heal injuries, but it couldn’t sustain him alone. Especially not for over two weeks.

“God ‘toru never scare me like that again!” You were choked up and overwhelmed. “Are you okay? Of course you’re not- you need water and a fucking meal.”

A look over from Shoko while informing him of the lives lost went by in a blur for you both. You could tell he was having a hard time processing everything. “Nanami? Really? And Nobara’s in a coma?” He refused IV fluids so you were nearly drowning him with water he had to drink. As soon as you got him home he’d eat too.

His sadness was palpable when it was confirmed. “I always thought he’d be able to live through anything…”

“He died protecting Yuuji, Maki, Megumi and the others. He fought bravely til the end. Unfortunately Yuuji saw it happen, he’s been… struggling… but he’s very resilient.” You squeezed his hand and he squeezed it back- the best he could anyway. He was shaky and weak from the toll on his body.

Getting him home was a relief. You got him sat comfortably on the couch, still in dirty clothes (minus his uniform jacket you helped him out of) but you’d deal with that after he ate. You hated the grunts of pain exiting his lips from the ache in his muscles.

“Relax as best you can, I have some leftover chicken takeout I’m gonna heat up and I’ll be back.”

He caught your wrist in a panic. “Don’t leave- need to know you’re real. ‘Haven’t even properly kissed me yet.” He brought some humor and a smile into the room like always, you appreciated that about him no matter how weak it was this time. Even in the darkest moments he made you laugh with his charm.

“My apologies.” You leaned down with a giggle and kissed him gently.

Being alone was painful for anyone, and for Gojo, where he couldn’t even keep track of time, it was agony. He would dream, or perhaps hallucinate about you only for you to disappear when he wanted to touch you. Agony.

Pulling away from him after so long was difficult too. “I’ll just be a few minutes, I promise.”

Gojo let you leave and you talked to him from your place in the kitchen. He never valued being able to see the kitchen from the living room so much until this moment.

You made sure he ate as much as he could before pulling him to the bathroom connected to your room. A shower was next on the list and you had a feeling you’d end up in there with him. He needed some help but he disguised it as being needier than necessary (he was naturally needy and affectionate with you anyway.)

“Turn and lean down a little, you’re a billion meters tall and I can’t reach your hair” he complied and bantered with you lovingly. Not to his usual standards, but you didn’t care about anything other than him being right there under your fingertips. He was real, his voice was real.

And when he finally broke down, his head on your shoulder and arms around you, he couldn’t stop. He sobbed the ugliest of cries that ripped through your own heart and you didn’t stop him, didn’t shush him, just kissed the side of his head and rubbed his back. Encouraging him to let it out. It was a matter of time before his emotions caught up to him.

You spent more time holding him than washing him. Happily.

The water eventually ran clear and sobs turned to sniffles. Only then did you turn it off and help him out with the mutual understanding that his heart needs time to heal before he can talk about the tragedies he let out in the shower.

And finally, getting into bed and cuddling close, he had a death grip around you.

“I missed you so, so much Satoru. Don’t ever do that to me again or I’ll kill you.”

“I missed you too doll, you have no idea how bad I needed to see you and just feel you.” He kissed you just as sweetly as he did gently.

Falling asleep without tears for the first time in weeks, exchanging quiet words of love, was bliss.

A miracle, actually.

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

[dimepdf]

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. + 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Y/n's first lone Hot One interview after becoming public with her boyfriend of 3 years.

pairing. joseph quinn x reader

word count. 2.4k

genre and warnings. fem!actor!reader, black coded, blonde locs, child actor, hot wings, spicy tolerance, swearing, besties with zendaya, slight childhood trauma, mostly just chara building | —  series masterlist.

Y/N L/N SHEDS TEARS WHILE EATING HOT WINGS | HOT ONES 

The interview starts with Sean Evans sat across from Y/n L/n in beige high waisted jeans that buttoned just above her belly button, hugging her curves, paired with a more neutral tone of brown small halter top along with the oversized dark denim jacket that no doubt belonged to Joseph. 

Her outfit was more comfortable, despite being pieced together perfectly, still having her fan favorite unique fashion touch with her new fresh light bleached blonde long locs that reached down to the curve of her bum.

"Hey, what's going on, everybody? From First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you're watching Hot Ones. It's the show with hot questions and even hotter wings and today we’re joined by Y/n L/n. She’s a singer, fashion icon, and actress. You may recognize her from her most recent collaboration with Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak as well as her popular role as _____ on the seven-time Emmy award-winning global mega-hit show Stranger Things, which is making a return for its fourth season on Netflix May twenty-seven.” 

When Sean introduced her, a smile spread from her dark cherry-like glossed lips. The small glitter that set underneath the bed of her dark eyes glinted golden under the studio's lights, helping soften her features.

"Y/n L/n, welcome to the show!"

"Hello, Hi, thanks for having me." Y/n welcomed her looking like a natural on camera.

Sitting in front of the table arranged with colorful sauce bottles along with the pitcher of milk and water. "I’m very excited but also a little bit nervous about being here."

"I know that you're a fan of spicy foods, but how high would you say that your spice tolerance is?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's anything extreme, but I feel like I could handle myself a lot more than normally, like Joseph dies every time I put chili powder and hot sauce in the noodles."

displaying the brands and a different array of hot sauces. The title card of the show plays through, ending with Y/n already digging into her tray of sauce-covered wings.

"Oh shit, wait, should I ask what type this is before or?" Y/n hummed even after asking the question, her mouth still devouring the wing in her hand to the bone.

"No, it's totally fine, oh you’re just finishing the whole thing okay." Sean looked impressed with the woman as she even sucked some of the sauce off her fingers without even a wince from the hot sauce.

"So I think it's interesting that you started singing and acting at such a young age, especially when a lot of people your age go straight to acting classes after school while other kids your age are at the playground or such. What are the pros and cons of being raised in that sort of hustling and strict environment? " Sean asks with his signature monotone voice, despite eating the same wing.

"Um, I have to admit it was a bit hard, especially being one of the few little black girls during my acting class days growing up. I really never had the opportunity to be a child and just make friends naturally. It was like I had an adult working schedule with the back-to-back bookings I had."

"Do you think that there's a lot of weight being put on child actors?"

Y/n licks her lips a bit, disregarding the gloss on them as her mouth pouts at the question in thought. "Oh hell yeah. I mean, sometimes you get kids younger than five years old pushing themselves because their parents forced this idea of fame and wealth into their heads."

From the passionate tone in her voice Y/n spoke strongly about the topic. Even with her mouth full, she used her hand to shield her mouth as she continued.

"Even with toddlers, it's like they have to look polished and perfect or else they won't make the cut, which is just so fucked to go through at such a young age."

As the second wing was introduced, Y/n actually gave Sean some time to catch up to her, "I love leg pieces so much." Taking a bite together before he asked her the question.

"Is it true that you almost missed your Strange Things audition because you were hanging with Zendaya?"

Y/n chuckled as the back of her pink tongue poked out of her lips, licking the front of her teeth.

"Oh lord, I was stuck in a whole different country with her when I got the call back and I had to act like I wasn't booking a whole flight the same day. It was all just too crazy."

"You said in an interview that you considered Zendaya to be a sort of older sister role model when it came to your experiences with acting. How much influence do you think she might have had on where you are currently in life?"

"That's a very good question. I think just growing up with strong, empowered women genuinely really shaped me to be the person that I am now. I definitely would not have won any of the awards or written the songs that I did without them breaking me from that stiff ass ex-child star mold that I used to be in." 

Viewers could tell that the question genuinely meant something to her, hesitating before she answered.

Y/n, like most child stars in the spotlight too young to be known to break from their lethal and unethical working contract after coming of age.

"I think it's important for anyone to have someone to look up to, especially a role model with some diversity that you can actually relate to."

The third wing is where the video was starting to finally build up, Y/n tilting her head to the side the moment her teeth had sunk into the boneless wing.

Her lashes fluttering, not being able to stop herself from blinking away the tears that she was quick to wipe away with a bend of her pointer finger.

"Ooh shit, it's getting kinda spicy now." A painful looking burp almost came from her throat. The video was edited with a dramatic sound effect as she went to cover her mouth with a wince, stifling her laughter.

"In Stranger Things, you play ___, a character that is iconic for her thick-rimmed glasses as well as her killer drumming skills. How challenging would you say it was to have to seemingly master a skill in such a short amount of time?" 

"It definitely was a really hard challenge, especially since I knew absolutely nothing nor even played an instrument other than, like, the piano classes I took in kindergarten. Having to learn the drums to the point where I was able to appear actually good took a lot of overnight practicing and a lot of chipped acrylic nails."

"Would you say that ___is one of the hardest roles that you have ever had?"

"She’s definitely climbing the ranks up there, but nothing could ever pass the amount of physical training I had to do for The Green Knight. I still hate working out to this day."

Y/n laughs despite her mouth falling into a slight grimace, her hands reaching up to fan herself as she starts to sweat in her chair, moving onto the fourth wing.

"So you’ve talked about always sort of being in the spotlight your entire life. How would you say you learned to juggle both that sort of privacy as well as staying true to your fans?"

"I will always be grateful for the amount of love that my supporters show me, but also being this person constantly being put on a pedestal, I learned that everything I do will always be judged or turn into headlines, which is why I'm very private with my life outside of acting." Y/n hissed as she stuck her tongue out, reacting to the spice before continuing.

"It took the internet almost 3 years to figure out that me and Joe were an official couple because I like to keep to myself and I think Hollywood has this thing where they like to backseat off of other people's lives, not releasing that we’re not just characters on a screen anymore."

"Is there a reason you and Joseph have kept your relationship secret for so long?"

"I wasn’t really trying to hide it. I honestly did not give a fuck after like the first couple of months. If anything, I was just waiting for people to catch on because, damn, I think we would just openly do shit in public just to get a reaction the next day."

As more spice entered into her system, the more laid back Y/n started to appear, her usual interview professional tone dropping once she was starting to get more comfortable.

The fifth wing was starting to get to her, Y/n squinting from how much her eyes were starting to water.

Her arms folding on top of the table after taking a big bite, her leg bouncing as she clutched onto the cup of water like her life depended on it.

"Oh dude, this is starting to fucking suck the whole ass cheek now." Y/n grunted, enticing a laugh from even some of the crew from behind the camera.

"Is it true that you had to reject the role as DC’s Bat-girl because you’re more of a Marvel fan?" Sean asked, taking a sip of his drink, "Y/n copying as she took a long swig of water. 

"Man, hell yeah, fuck DCU. I love Dick Grayson though that's my husband."

The sixth wing looked brutal as Y/n coughed after taking a big chunk, her leg jittering as her thigh shook.

Her eyes squeezing shut as right after she had swallowed, she reached for her cup of water and downed the entire thing before pouring more from the pitcher.

"Y’all are trying to fucking kill me, bro." She grunted, holding her stomach, "I’m gonna shit, like, hot lava or something after this man."

"So Y/n, you really did grow up acting, especially working with even the most iconic of directors for this generation. What drew you into working on such small roles—in terms of your other roles—like ___ and did you expect your character to have the massive amount of impact that she has today?"

"I was sort of looking for experience more than looking for money, which there's nothing wrong with wanting to get paid well, but I would much rather work with a script that I know I can add personality to and actually see a character come to life than work with this super popular casting that makes twice as much." Y/n coughed once more, a tear sliding down her cheek as she sniffed.

"Uh, when I finished getting the script, I was just stoked to be able to play ___ because she’s just so relatable to a lot of teenage girls that just feel stuck. I knew that she would be quite inspiring because of her constant quirky charisma but also because she’s just super fucking badass."

"So it's clear from your love of music and the massive amount of collabs you’ve done with other artists that you’re an amazing singer. Are there any types of music that you prefer to write or feel more comfortable with writing?"

"I fucking love writing R&B music or something like old school soul," Y/n raspied, her eyes a light shade of pink from how much she was tearing up.

"I think almost every song that I was on for Silk Sonic was like helping write my dream album. I genuinely fell in love with the entire album"

"Speaking of old school, the music videos released for the Silk Sonic album that you starred in had a sort of soul train 70s vibe to them. Was there an outfit that you really liked during one of the videos?"

"Yeah, in Smokin' Out The Window I had to wear this fucking perfect dark brown velvet dress with these expensive ass thigh high boots to match with everyone else with bougee ass shades. I looked like such a bad bitch."

"I did really like the music video for that song. It was really good."

"I know, I wrote it."

The woman whimpered, using a tissue to wipe her tears without smudging too much of her already ruined makeup, finishing the challenge as the last wing was bitten Y/n took one last swig of water before doing the outro.

"Holy shit. I just ate a shit ton of hot wings, so you better watch season four. You won't regret it. And I just rubbed my fucking eye on accident. I’m never eating hot wings again."

The video ends with another laugh pulled from the crew as Y/n finally burps, grunting after.

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User: I'm much more impressed by someone who is effected immensely and has the persistence to keep going than I am by someone who isn't bothered by the spice.

User: I actually really appreciate Y/n. She genuinely just seems like a well rounded person that worked hard to become the person that she is today. 

User: Y/n’s energy is just so relaxing and captivating i can see why Joseph likes her so much

User: Yes Y/n! She came in here like a champ: big bites, being real, and obviously having a good time… at least until the last wing hahaha. She’s an awesome actress glad you guys got her on the show

User: ​​Y/n is a natural comedian, she doesn’t even realise how funny she is 

User: I honestly just love this woman, she’s funny, intelligent, and just really laid back in general!!

User: I have a whole new respect for her. Into fashion, old school jams and other things. She’s more me than I realized. Great to know the human side of these artists/actors. This show is real.

User: I don't think I've ever seen Sean laugh this much during an interview

User: Her personality is insanely attractive

User: if y/n l/n is not your celebrity crush idk who is. Shes literally perfect in every way! Obsessed with her spirit!

User: I just love Y/n L/n too much. She has a perfect balance of intellect and intelligence, respect and confidence, compassion and strength, and beauty and creativity. She's an ideal role model, in my opinion.

User: She has such an old soul. A very talented versatile actress.

User: so happy she’s getting so much spotlight and praise right now. LONG overdue

User: She’s not a Disney princess.She’s a real life princess. She has the kindness, caring nature, self awareness, polite, charismatic, so inclusive, and very so expressively loving. Her self preservation, and work values is just amazing.

User: She’s got “50 year old Oscar winner that everyone loves” vibes. If that makes sense

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Rocker Mayfield - Part I

Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Reader

description: Y/N Mayfield moved back to Hawkins after their father left her to be with his new family. Living in the trailer park wasn’t bad, especially with an attractive neighbor.

word count: 1.6k

warning: divorce, abandonment, crappy relationships, fluff

a/n: i will be making this a mini-series. maybe 3-4 parts?

masterlist | oneshots

Hawkins, Indiana. The dreadful town in the middle of nowhere. Farmlands, hillbillies, and rich freaks who loved to tell you they were “popular”. I hated it here, but what else was I supposed to do? I’m in my senior year and refuse to not finish just to get a GED. I am Max Mayfield’s older sister and when she was just a toddler our parents split. Mom took Max and Dad took me, but I fought to spend the summers with Mom and Max. Every summer I did except for last summer which is how everything went down on both of our ends. Max dealing with underworld demons and me dealing with my own. I practically lived alone because of how much Dad was out. I took care of myself and learned to do it all. Until one day at the beginning of summer, right before I was about to leave for Hawkins, this young bimbo walked into our house. She looked like a hooker, a gold digger, and someone with major daddy issues. That summer I found out my father was living a whole lie apart from Max and me. He created this whole other family, and by “family” it was Dad, this bimbo, and two dogs. I won’t lie, I contemplated taking the dogs. He told me to get out and move back in with our Mom. All summer I packed everything I owned, black-mailed him into getting what I needed to take care of Max and me and left. I took the eleven-hour car trip from New York to Indiana. 

I pulled through the trailer park entrance, making my way to the one mobile home that I knew too well. Putting the car in park, I got out taking in the surroundings and awful smell. From the front window, I saw Max visibly happy to see me. She ran out before I could run to her and we both fell in a tight hug.

“Y/N. I missed you. Never leave me again.” Max mumbled into my neck.

“I missed you too, kid. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” I smiled holding her closer.

Luckily the trailer was a two-bedroom trailer, so I shared one with Max while Mom got the other room. She worked long hours and late nights. Barely being home for Max, so being home is like I came for Max. Which I did, because if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have returned. The place still looked the same as the last time I was in it. Brown, brown, and oh yeah, more brown. Max set up a bed for me in the corner of her room while she took the other side. Part of me felt bad that she doesn’t have her own privacy anymore, but based on the late-night calls about her nightmares and night terrors, I know she wouldn’t mind. I set my things down and turned to sit on the bed.

“One perk of Dad bribing me to leave is that I got the car. So, wanna go for a drive? Get out of here and take a breather?” I said leaning back on my hands.

“Hell yeah.” Max sighed in relief. I knew she needed someone to support her and that is who I am going to be. Her main support while Mom was out supporting us. I took Max driving down farmlands and back roads that lead to a lake. I parked and we spent the night watching the sunset before heading home.

School started within the next week or so from my arrival. The feeling of going to Hawkins High made both of us physically sick. When the first day came we regretted getting out of bed. I pulled into the parking lot and looked over at Max. Her face went from upset to straight disgust.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m here with you the entire time. Find me and I’ll be there for you. Maybe find your friends? Dustin was the sweetest to you, he can give you some kind of comfort.” I said gently squeezing her hand. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I just want to get it over with and go home.” Max said, giving me a tight-lip smile. I knew this year was going to be harder on her than anyone, but if I could make some part of her day memorable, I will.

“Listen to your music. Remember to take breathers. And I love you!” I yelled at her walking towards the school and away from my car. She laughed, playfully flipping me off. I grabbed my bag, following her into school when this guy came out of nowhere and I bumped into him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” I said picking up a pack of cigarettes and handing them back.

“No, it’s fine darling.” The voice said as our hands touched. That voice, I know that voice. It was familiar. I look up to see a curly, long-haired man with a metal look. Jeans, jean and leather jacket, a bandana, and a chain connected to his back pocket and belt loops. Only one kind of person in Hawkins looked like that

“Eddie?” I questioned, finally getting to see his face.

“Y/N?” He questioned back, looking at me.

“Oh my gosh, it is you.” I smiled wide. Eddie and I used to be friends when we were younger and every summer we would hang out when I came home. Calling each other wasn’t an option because of my father, so we would write one another and I kept everyone.

“It really is. Come here.” Eddie enveloped his arms around me, holding me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him back.

“When did you get back? I would’ve helped you move back in.” Eddie kept looking over my face as if something happened.

“Last week, but I know you were working hard at the plant. I didn’t want to come over and bother you just to bring in heavy items.” I said walking inside with high school with him.

“You know I would do anything to help you. Don’t hesitate again.” He said seriously.

“Oh yeah? Just so you can go through my panties again like last summer?” I said standing in front of him at his locker.

“You weren’t supposed to be that fast in the bathroom.” Eddie’s face went red.

“You admit it!” I said laughing and walking away.

“No, Y/N. Get back here.” He laughed following me to our homeroom class.

A few months passed and it was late fall. Fall in Hawkins was similar to what a New England falls resembles. Beautiful colored leaves, colder weather, and a vibe of dark academia. Eddie and I skipped the last class which was just a Study Hall and headed to his secret picnic table in the forest. We’ve been talking about anything and everything. More than we could write in our letters.

“It wasn’t my ideal situation to come back home to basically become a mother figure to my younger sister or be her keeper, but she’s my best friend. I love that girl with everything in me.” I smiled thinking about Max. “I’d do anything for her.” 

“That’s admirable. I feel the same way about Wayne.” Eddie said, leaning over the table on his elbows.

“I haven’t seen Wayne since we were kids. How has he been?” I asked following suit and leaning my elbows on the table. His eyes sparkled at the mention of his beloved uncle.

“He’s doing good. They switched him to the night shift down at the plant, but other than being tired, he’s doing good. I can’t believe you remembered our last conversation about him.” Eddie said looking at me. Just looking into his eyes made me weak.

“Of course, I did, Eddie. I care about you and Wayne so much. You’re very close to me so I’m going to pay attention to what you say. Even if you ramble on about how “Henderson” is annoying you about winning the last game.” I laughed, smiling at him.

“It was valid!” Eddie was very enthusiastic about his Dungeons and Dragons meetings. “Do you still listen to rock music?” He asked playing with his rings.

“I do and some metal. The ones you recommended. I really like Metallica.” I smiled while looking at him wearing a shit-eatin’ grin knowing I paid attention to his requests. “You know I have kept every single one of our letters.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. I love that we started that at a young age. It’s very endearing. I mean who would’ve pegged you for the kind of guy to write letters to his childhood best friend while being the town’s metalhead freak, but because he plays a fantasy game.” I looked him in the eyes again.

“Don’t forget to mention satanic cultists too.” He chuckled. “I’ve kept all of mine too. Wayne tells me it's because I’m in love with you.” He blushed saying those words.

“You? In love with me?” I chuckled. That’s funny because it’s not true. Eddie wasn’t in love with me, he’s my friend.

“What if he’s not wrong? Would it be so bad if I was?” Eddie leaned over the table again, this time getting closer.

“No,” I gulped. “Would it be bad if I said I am too?” He’s showing the signals. Either show mine too and get rejected or finally be able to be in love with Eddie. My hands were shaking from this interaction. I didn’t get many in New York. The girls were prettier and the guys weren't Eddie. 

“No, darling. It’d be great, so I can do this.” Eddie closed the gap between us and kissed me. I froze for a quick second, letting my brain register what was happening. I raised my hand to hold his face and kissed him back.

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Far from Fragile

(TickleTober Day 20: Relentless)

Summary: Will is tired of being treated like he’s fragile. (Takes place during season 2)

Pairing: None obv

Word Count: 1,262

A/N: I can’t believe Halloween is already 11 days away, wtf is happening :’)

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this! Jonathan is such a good big brother and I absolutely adore their bond!

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It had been a couple months since Will had returned from the upside down. It hadn’t been easy on any of them, but it was certainly the hardest on Will.

Will had always been a very observant kid and he could feel how people were treating him; weak, fragile, and incapable.

One evening, the youngest Byers was presumably hiding away in his room.

Normally, the younger would be sitting at the kitchen table, doodling away without a care in the world, enjoying the presence of either Jonathan or Joyce.

Jonathan knew more than anyone that sometimes, people just needed some alone time. But this had been going on for days, and he was starting to worry.

Walking down the hall with the intention of returning to his own quarters, he eyed the open door to Will’s room. With a sigh, he started walking towards the entrance.

He poked his head in and knocked to make his presence known, spotting his little brother situated on his bed, sketching away in his sketchbook with a pensive expression.

“Hey, buddy. Whatcha drawing?” Asked the elder, casually plopping down across from Will.

The younger’s gaze flickered up to meet Jonathan’s before returning to his artwork. “Halloween stuff.” He responded blankly, keeping his head down.

This only fueled the older brother’s concern.

“Will, are you okay? You know you can talk to me about anything…” Speaking in a gentle manner, he placed a tender hand on Will’s shoulder, looking at him with utmost care.

Suddenly, Will threw Jonathan’s hand away and tossed his drawings to the floor, eyes full of frustration.

“Just stop, okay?! I’m not a baby and I don’t need everyone treating me like one!” The kid snapped, taking the older by surprise.

Will had never lashed out on him like this. If he wasn’t worried before, he definitely was now.

“What are you talking about? Will, I treat you like this because you’re my little brother and I care about you.” He tried to reason, seeing the defensiveness in Will’s eyes.

“Yeah, well I’m not fragile and I don’t need you to treat me like I am!”

Seeing that his efforts weren’t getting through, Jonathan decided to try something else.

If Will wanted to stop being treated like he was fragile, then Jonathan would do just that.

“You know what? Fine. You asked for it!”

Before the youngest Byers could ask any questions, his older brother pulled him into a bear hug, growling like a vicious monster.

“Gotcha! Prepare to be the tickle monster’s dinner!”

Jonathan’s nimble fingers began to dance and wriggle all over his brother’s torso, attacking each spot with skill and precision.

“Eek! Jonathahahahan! T-That tickles!” Will squealed, squirming and wriggling in the older’s grasp, though he was unable to evade the tickles.

Jonathan smiled at the sound of his brother’s genuine laughter, a sound that had become quite rare as of late. Of course, nobody could blame the kid for acting the way he had been. He’d been through hell and back and was still struggling to get back to normal, every shadow drowning him in fear and anxiety.

Will needed this, and Jonathan was more than happy to give it to him.

“That’s the idea, smarty-pants. Now let’s see if Will the Wise can handle… this!”

The photographer rolled over and pinned Will to the bed, forcing his arms above his head and holding them down before teasingly hovering his fingers over one of the exposed armpits.

The kid’s eyes widened and he started to thrash, tugging at his arms to no avail.

“Nooo, dohohon’t!!” He protested, eyeing the wiggling fingers that were getting too close for comfort.

With a devilish grin, Jonathan let his digits dig into the sensitive hollows, earning a high pitched shriek from his little brother.

“NOHOHOO! STOHOHOP!”

The reaction only added to the elder’s delight.

“Stop?! Oh, I’m just getting started!”

Will’s laughter continued to fill the room, bright and bubbly. It was a sound that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

Jonathan was relentless, ignoring Will’s pleas and turning him to a squealing mess. The boy’s cheeks were a rosy shade of red and tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes which were squeezed shut in mirth; it was a sight for sore eyes.

Jonathan retracted his hand and admired the kid’s flushed happy face, letting his little brother catch his breath for the next attack.

“You remember what I said about being the tickle monster’s dinner? Well, I think he’s ready to feast!”

The younger once again burst into giggles simply at the statement, unsure what his brother had in mind.

“Nohohooo, I don’t tahaste good!” Whined Will, squirming more intensely when Jonathan started to roll up his shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his tummy.

Getting a firm hold on Will’s sides, the elder bent down and nuzzled the soft skin, earning a little snort in response.

“The tickle monster begs to differ…”

With no further delay, the older brother started to nibble the tender skin of his little brother’s belly, being careful not to bite too hard.

Will bucked his hips and tossed his head back with unrestrained boyish laughter, the nibbling and occasional grazing of his brother’s teeth against his skin was enough to drive him crazy, but he absolutely loved it.

Will had always loved being tickled, but it had become less occurrent since he returned from the upside down, everyone seemingly not wanting to break him. But now, Jonathan wasn’t holding back. He was completely relentless and Will couldn’t ask for it to be any other way.

“Nomnomnom~ mm, ticklish tummies… the tickle monster’s favorite!” Teased Jonathan, adding playful nomming noises, knowing it would intensify the sensation for Will.

“JONATHAHAHAN, I-ITS TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!! I CAN’T TAKE IHIHIT!”

The photographer delighted in the kid’s happy laughter, continuing to nuzzle and nibble the ticklish skin.

Sensing his brother was genuinely reaching his limits, Jonathan decided to finish his attack with one of Will’s favorite things.

Pulling away, he looked into Will’s mirthful eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“The tickle monster still had room for dessert, Will… guess what his favorite dessert is~”

Will giggled, squirming with excitement and anticipation.

“W-Whahahat?..”

Jonathan leaned in to whisper into the younger’s ear.

“Raspberries!”

The youngest Byers squealed with delight, bursting into a fit of laughter that could only be described as pure.

“EHEHEE, TOO MUCH TOO MUHUHUCH! S-STOP PLEHEHEASE, JONATHAN!” He kicked and squirmed, struggling to catch his breath.

After what felt like forever, Jonathan finally relented, releasing his little brother and helping him sit up and seating himself across from the kid, reassuming their earlier placements.

“How was that for not fragile?” He asked, giving a playful shove to Will’s shoulder.

Will continued to giggle and catch his breath.

“It was fuhuhun, but really ticklish…”

Jonathan let out a chuckle of his own, reaching a hand out to ruffle his brother’s hair.

Once the younger had calmed down, he abruptly flung his arms around his big brother, catching Jonathan off guard for the second time that day.

Without a second thought, he returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around the thin frame of his little brother.

“You’re the best brother ever… love you, Jonathan.”

Jonathan felt himself melt, his heart swelling with emotion.

“Love you too, buddy.”

With those words lingering in the air, the brothers remained in the embrace for awhile longer, taking comfort in each other’s presence, and Jonathan silently promised himself that the ‘tickle monster’ would be making an appearance much more often.

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i have not i should watch it ! looks sick as hell :]

both reigen and teru are ... a little distant with mob as soon as they see that he's a zombie, mostly out of fear of getting bitten, but also just... genuine grief and uncertainty on how to move forward

after just a few days of spending time with him though, they both see a Lot of mob in him, and like i said in that other ask a while ago, they Start To Believe. teru is a lot quicker to warm up to mob, and a lot more willing to get near him sooner than reigen. he misses hugging mob a lot, but he doesn't dare try for a while

when he Does get comfortable touching mob, and when mob seems unbothered by it, he kinda goes full swing into it and reverts back to his old clingy self. mob never seems to mind, though he doesn't do it back except for basic hugs. and also the handshake <3

teru Is a bit starved for returned affection—he desperately wishes mob could like .. compute that and Realize that and at least Attempt to do it back. he misses talking to him, and holding conversations, and seeing him smile. teru misses his smile a lot—he doesn't seem to smile as a zombie

reigen is frankly fuckin devastated bc he's rly not one to believe in a cure (at first, anyway) and this right here feels like a Fraction of what mob used to be, so it's rly rly hard to look at the kid and not get upset about what he Could be looking at instead, had reigen had a better handle on the kageyama's whereabouts when they got separated

reigen calls him "mob" out of instinct and mob, despite going a full year without hearing that name once, instantly turns to reigen in response, attentive. he thinks it's a fluke at first, but over time as it happens again and again he realizes that Yeah, mob recognizes that name and knows reigen is talking to Him specifically, and mob is trying to listen. it's a small piece of proof, for him, that mob is there

when reigen gets more comfy with the circumstances, he settles back into old habits. he ruffles mob's hair and the first time it happens mob looks comically bemused and he like.blinks several times like What The Hell Was That but the second time he does it he seems to recall the sensation and leans into the touch

HILARIOUS to think about mob latching onto old memories, and occasionally he'll stand next to reigen and hold his hand out. and reigen kinda stares at him, a little lost as to why, and on instinct reigen just kinda puts whatever he's holding atm in mob's palms and he seems satisfied w that and simply walks away ???? idk How long it takes him to recognize that mob is holding his hands out waiting to be paid, but it's gonna be hilarious when he realizes it . his memories r rough atm so he doesn't rly remember What he's waiting for, so when reigen gives him literally anything he thinks "ah, that must be it" and carries on.

teru and reigen don't realize it, but tome and ritsu catch on quite quickly—mob actually seems happier, after the reunion ! tome mentions that shigeo seems kinda chipper lately, and more alert, more talkative. ever since seeing teru and reigen again, sections of that rusty brain have turned back online to rifle through memories, and even though it's a little hard to tell, they can see it in his eyes, The Joy

makes ritsu think a lil bit. ritsu had sorta defaulted to the idea that mob didn't recall ever being with teru or reigen to begin with, beforehand. he's not sure why he came to this conclusion—he just never rly thought abt it too hard, over everything else to consider

makes him wonder if mob had been quietly mourning teru and reigen this whole time, quietly missing them, but never having the ability to show it or vocalize it, even to ritsu. or if it's like an out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing, where mob didn't rly think about them until they appeared in front of them, and now he's happy they're here. it's hard to tell

[its-wabby-stuff]

The Day the Resistance Fell

1300 hours. Resistance meetings. Led by Master Leonardo. Greeted by little engagement. Everyone left is just tired.

1428 hours. The meetings ended early. People returned to their free time. A couple returned to embracing each other, soaking in whatever moments they may have left together. Miwa beat her family in poker, likely for the 50th time, one member of their party missing. She’d lost family too. Commander O’Neil was talking to Big Mama and Sensei, who must’ve noticed Casey Jr’s stares as he excused himself and walked over to the kid.

“Case.”

“Sensei.”

“What’chu working on?”

“I’m just- looking through old files.”

“Is that right?” He took a seat next to him, pulling his real arm over Casey’s shoulder, and sinking comfortably into the wall. “You find out all of Donnie’s secrets yet?” He looked over with a smirk.

“Not all of them. There’s a lot on this thing.”

“Keep digging, and let me know if you find anything really good.”

“There's been a lot on here from before I was born.”

“Oh yeah, those were wild days. Never had a moment like this back then. We were always on the run from something- I don’t think I slept much those first years.” He spoke as he pulled his mask over his eyes and let out a big yawn, bringing his full weight down atop Casey.

“Hey, no sleeping on the job,” Casey jabbed him in the side.

“Gah.” He pulled away and lifted up his mask to see a big smirk on Casey’s face. “You’re asking for it little man.”

Casey tried to make a break for it but was pulled back into a bear hug to receive a noogie to the head.

“If you’re bringing it, I’m gonna give it right back, old man,” and Casey pulled Sensei’s mask right around his head.

“Oh this old trick?” Leo laughed. Casey tried wriggling out of his grasp. “Ohohoho, you’re not getting away that easily.”

“How about a new trick then?” Casey smiled, tapping a button on Leo’s arm that forced him to release the kid.

“No fair, that’s cheating!” Leo shouted as Casey crawled away.

“I thought it was ‘using my surroundings.’”

Leo raised his finger to retaliate, but came up with nothing. “Don’t think one arm left means I can’t beat you,” and Leo picked himself off the floor and charged for Casey again. Casey ran off laughing, looking back as Leo chased him. “Oh- Casey!”

He ran straight into an adult, and back toward Leo, who managed to catch him before he hit the floor. “You gotta watch where you're going, Case. You shouldn’t look back while you’re running.”

Casey rubbed his nose.

“Master Leonardo!” It was the angry guy. He was breathing heavily and looked terrified. “Krang! Spotted just west of here.”

“How many?”

“20 maybe 30, and they’re heading this way.”

“Sound the alarm, I want this place to be locked down!” Leo ordered the space, causing people to jump into action. “Let’s gear up an-“

A loud crash caused rubble to fall from the ceiling, and the metal walls to creak. Sensei pulled Casey close and steadied them both. Then the red lights began to blare, but no sound was heard.

“What the hell was that?” Leo looked over to the man who had brought the news. “I thought you said they were heading this way, not right on top of us!” Another thunk and people began to duck for cover. “How’d they get here so fast?”

Casey left Leo’s side to grab the things he had abandoned against the wall for the sake of fun. His mask and his hockey stick. When he turned around, Sensei had left the room. Casey started toward the door.

There was another crash, and more debris began to fall. Casey was stopped by two hands on his shoulder, pulling him back and turning him around.

“Casey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Commander O’Neil. Where’d Sensei go?”

“He followed the scout to the observation deck.”

“I’m gonna go after him!”

He turned away, but April’s hold held firm, “Wait, Casey. I need you to come with me!”

April was sure to keep Casey close to her as they ran through the base. Others bolted past them in full gear, guns blazing, assortments of different weapons ready, and making their way out into the fight. Him and the Commander only headed deeper into the base.

“Where are we going, Commander?”

“Somewhere you’ll be safe.”

“Me?” Casey stopped, “But I can help!”

“I’m sorry, Casey! Leo doesn’t want you near this fight!”

“But-“

“We’ve got to keep moving!” She pulled him along.

“Commander- I can do more! Sensei-“

“Leo needs you to stay safe.” April turned him around, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do our own thing to help. You got anything in those files with access codes to Donnie’s Helicarrier program?”

Casey gave April a smirk.

“Then let’s kick some Krang ass.” She pounded her fist into her hand.

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Just a snippet of something I’m working on.

Miwa, if you don’t know, belongs to @somerandomdudelmao s Apocalyptic Series. This is heavily inspired by that, but when is it not?

[lavenderlive]

I came up with a headcanon, let's say in this case that BAE are children and that the reader is their babysitter!

how his relationship with a babysitter would develop?, I don't care if it's separate or if it's all three of them together (don't ask how the hell his family would leave Hajun with "mediocre" kids, before Dongha was born, the three of them would have been 8 years old)

And if it is separated, I would also like to know how Hajun's relationship with the reader would continue after Dongha's birth and his trauma

But in the event that the three of them are together, would Allen compete with Hajun for the reader's attention? Between the three of them after they have spent enough time together and with the reader... who would be jealous? Who would be the one who only wants the reader for they?

The reader would be more or less 16 to 17 years old at that time, by the way his personality is that of someone patient and kind but strict, I imagine that when he gets "angry" the reader only has a neutral expression and makes others notice which is their warning expression if they are doing something wrong and are not they are obeying to the reader (I imagine Allen doing that)

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☾ | BAE - Reader Babysitting Younger BAE

(This is platonic, the reader treats BAE better than their parents)

Allen Sugasano

Allen’s parents originally hired you to be a young musical tutor for Allen when they weren’t around. But you somehow slowly ended up being his babysitter which you didn’t mind, you’ve dealt with kids before.

You did more babysitting than tutoring because Allen was already skilled with playing the violin. But you noticed he doesn't seem passionate playing it. The two of you had a lot more free time together since there wasn’t much to teach him other than occasional practices. Allen thinks you're super cool and talented as well, he admires how much music knowledge you have and begs you to tell him more as he listens.

When Allen finished any practice that you scheduled that day, he is a bit of a trouble-maker. He wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. When you weren’t looking, Allen rummages through drawers for blank music sheets and markers, he jotted down any music arrangements he could think of. Sometimes he gets markers stained on the floor. After scribbling on the paper, he shoves his masterpiece in front of your face. Needless to say you were NOT happy when you came across the mess. You often disciplined Allen such as making him clean up his mess. Allen complains as he cleans but you insist that he cleans up or you would tell on his parents. You watched him to make sure he mops the floor squeaky clean. He’s a good kid but sometimes a handful.

Anne Faulkner

Anne would be a year younger than the other two, this is where they began to discover their love of fashion. They didn’t know if they could trust a random person that they’ve just met as their babysitter with their new interest. But they were not good at hiding it because whenever there was any mention of fashion such as on TV, they were ecstatic. You reassured them that you weren’t going to tell on them and made sure they felt safe around you.

Overtime, they feel more comfortable around you as you were the only one at that time who accepted and encouraged Anne. Eyes widened when they heard that you were coming back the next day, hugging you immediately once you arrived. After lunch, the two of you bonded over dressing up and having little fashion shows with what they had in the house. You made sure to tell them to clean up afterwards. Anne knew that their mother wouldn’t be fond of this if she found out, but they felt happy that they could be themselves for a few hours with someone they now trust until their mother returned home.

Your position as Anne’s babysitter wasn’t going to last long once their mother found out that you were “ruining her perfect prince”. She hated how Anne seemed to be more comfortable around their babysitter more than their own mother. Trying to reason or argue with Anne’s mother wouldn’t work, she wouldn’t hear it. And so once you left for one last time, leaving a devastated Anne. Anne missed when you were around, it got even more lonely at home.

Hajun Yeon

When Hajun was told the news that you were his babysitter while his parents were gone for business trips, he was a bit suspicious that there is now another person in his life. 

You didn’t expect to be greeted so respectfully when you first met. Originally when you were hired by the Yeon family, you thought you were going to deal with a spoiled brat and mentally prepared yourself but Hajun is very well-mannered and polite towards you. However there were times with Hajun that made you think to yourself “who does this kid think he is”. Hajun slowly began to accept you as his babysitter, he wasn’t allowed to go to the outside world to play with friends as he didn’t have many back then. Your presence kept him company. He liked having another person around that treated him like a human being. You two often wandered around the Yeon family’s garden and had small conversations with tea and treats. 

It all came to an end when Dongha was born, Hajun was no longer needed. Hajun was now at the age where he can take care of himself so a babysitter was not needed anymore. You did not argue with Hajun’s father due to his higher status compared to you, you had no say in this decision. Hajun felt a sense of betrayal that you left just like that without a word, were the times spent with you meaningless? He wouldn't forgive you for that. It was unlikely that you two were going to see each other again as Hajun will be sent to a whole different country all by himself. 

Admin Comments: ty for the request!! I love this idea sm its so cute, I hope I did it justice🙏sorry I made it a bit angsty with Anne and Hajun whoops (Allen is fine for now, I just imagined this takes place before he found out about hip-hop and his trauma which is like years after)

I did it separately but I can do one with the reader having to deal with all of BAE in a different post if you want

I wanted to get one more request before the year ends! I can't wait to write for the other requests in my inbox next year (which is tomorrow for me lol)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! and also happy birthday to Zen!

[emc2beans]

#FFXIVWrite2023 Day 6: Ring

Gwynedd visits her family aboard their ship to discuss a family heirloom.

Finding peace following the Final Days was difficult for Gwynedd. Not only was there a significant amount of damage done to different parts of the world that she felt obligated to help with, but the Scions had also parted ways for the time being, leaving her without the close friends she had grown so accustomed to being around. Even her own brother had returned to Garlemald to aid in recovery efforts. Gwynedd felt lost, and so when her mother sent her a letter asking that she visit home, she was happy to return to the most comfortable place she could think of. 

As she walked up the gangplank of The Hullripper, Gwynedd was greeted by the excited swarming of her little siblings. L’nari climbed up Gwynedd’s back to cling to her shoulder, Cavato and Serus hugged her legs, Matia held onto one of her hands, and Fiona waved to try and get Gwynedd’s attention with Meteion perched atop her head. 

“Kids, don’t crowd your sister!” The captain of the ship and mother of the Grufud brood, Angharad, came above deck. She gave Gwynedd a hug and pulled L’nari off of her back.

“But we’ve missed her!” L’nari whined. 

“I’ve missed you all, too.” Gwynedd patted the little miqo’te on the head. “But I think Mum wanted to talk to me.” She carefully disentangled herself from the rest of her siblings and followed her mother into the captain’s quarters. 

From the map table, her father, Rhodri, stood to give his eldest child a tight hug. 

“Good to have ye back, Gwyn.” He held her for a moment. “In one piece and all.”

“Good to be back, Dad.” Gwynedd sighed. When they stepped apart, the three roegadyn all took seats at the table. “So, you mentioned wanting to discuss something with me in your letter. What was it?” She asked. Angharad pulled three ale bottles from a nearby side table and passed them out. 

“Well, it’s about your grandfather’s ring.” Angharad began. Gwynedd hummed in acknowledgement as she took a drink from her bottle. “We were wondering if you wanted us to save it for you or… give it to your brother.” Gwynedd choked on her ale. 

“My brother-” She coughed and wiped her mouth. “Has he asked for it!? Seven Hells, he’s what, seventeen!? That’s far too young!”

“He’s nineteen, but no, he hasn’t.” Angharad put a hand on her daughter’s. “But of the two of you, Llewellyn is the only one in any sort of serious relationship, and you’re almost thirty.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gwynedd scowled. “You can hang onto the ring for Welly, I’d rather he have it, but I’d like to know what you’re bringing this up for.”

“We just wanted to check with ye before making any decisions, and we wanted to make sure that ye are… okay.” Rhodri explained with a concerned look on his face. 

“You’ve been through quite a lot recently and…” Angharad paused, trying to find the right words. “We figured you might be looking to perhaps settle down soon.” Gwynedd sighed heavily and slumped in her seat.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t think I can settle down.” She said quietly. “It’s not as if I have someone to settle down with, but even if I did, I don’t think I’d want to.” She chugged the rest of the bottle of ale in her hand. “Even after everything that’s happened, now that I’m healed up and all, I already feel so restless.” 

“But are you happy?” Angharad asked, and Gwynedd paused for a moment. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m happy.” She smiled at her parents. “I love what I do, and I never want to stop doing it.”

“That’s all we wanted to know. We love ye, Gwyn.” Rhodri stood up and moved around the table to pat Gwynedd’s shoulder. 

“I love you guys, too.” Gwynedd got up as well. “I should probably go spend time with the little ones before they tear the door down.” She laughed. 

“Aye, that they might.” Angharad nodded. “And next time you come ‘round, perhaps you could bring Estinien with you to visit. He’s always welcome here.”

“Mum, for the last time, you cannot adopt a full-grown man!”

[undertheknightwing]

Hello! I am always glad to find another gar lover on this hell site. But if I may ask a genuine question? Aa someone who has never seen Superman and Lois and still imagines Jon as like. A little kid and has also never once imagined Jon and Gar as like a thing but is still curious may I ask you to idk explain the dynamics of the ship a bit?

🤝 hello fellow Gar lover,, I will gladly explain GarJon's dynamic!

But first I gotta explain Jon's character in S&L because it's nothing like his comic book counterpart (at least not the "Super Sons" version) and is one of the reasons I think GarJon works so much.

First, Jon is definitely not 10 in S&L, he's 15/6 and was played by a guy in his 20s, both same with Gar. He has no powers so he's not Superboy (which sucks). And he's blonde lol

^ that's him

In the opening of the pilot episode, Clark describes Jon with: "Jonathan was easy, always happy, always smiling" and when we meet his character what Clark said absolutely fits. Compared to his twin brother, who's dark and brooding, Jon is cheerful and the goofy brother, who's a bit of a himbo at times. He's very much is a ray of sunshine.

We learn about him quite a bit in season 1. On a surface level: Jon is extremely selfless and caring, he often puts others before him. Protective of his loved ones to the point where he puts himself in dangerous situations to protect them. If someone's sad/going through a hard time, he's there, being the one to help cheer them up and give them love and support. He does that a lot in season 1 with his brother Jordan, constantly encouraging and building him up.

But the fact that Jon is so selfless and is the one to support his family comes from not so good mindset, which we learn a lot about in season 2.

Jon is the family support, which is not a good thing. He's a teenager who goes through a SHIT TON of traumatic experiences (brother shatters his wrist with super strength, almost gets gunned down, gets in a serious car crash, just to name a few). His parents should be supporting him but they don't, they rarely pay attention to him or his problems because "He's Jon, so he's always happy. No matter what he'll be happy. He doesn't need us, he's strong."

And it's gets so much worse in season 2. It's actually concerning how little Clark and Lois care about their son.

But what does this have to do with GarJon? If you've watched Titans, you might think "that seems familiar" and you'd be right because that's exactly what happens with Gar. After all the traumatic experiences and other things (Rachel making fun of him, Dick lying to his face then abandoning him, almost being killed by Kory multiple times) he's been put through, The Titans still only see him as the goofy sidekick who never needs their comfort because "Gar's supposed to be happy, he's strong and smart so he can get through everything by himself."

Gar and Jon are the "team support" but never are supported in return, they're on their own. And that's one of the reasons they'd bond because finding someone that's just like you and is able to understand you in ways no one else can would definitely be something special after years of feeling alone and isolated from the people around you. But other than being trauma buddies, their personalities are a lot alike. Both of them are genuinely sweethearts and more cheerful/happy than the rest of their families. And I think they'd gravitate towards each other because of that fact, they'd rather have someone like them than their opposite.

Okayyyyy now with that out of the way.. onto the dynamic:

Gar has been sheltered from the world so he's not the most affectionate person just due to the fact that never really experienced it but it's okay because Jon is a very affectionate person who's always hugging/kissing his bf with funky green hair and Gar loves it all, and actually helps him learn how to receive and react to genuine affection. They'd definitely be the lovey-dovey couple who are constantly holding hands and flirting in the dorkest ways possible. Gar wears Jon's letterman jacket a lot too.

They're the sunny, goofy ones who are joking around and doing fun stuff like going to hangout at the park at night while drinking slushies and talking about whatever they can think of. But if one of them isn't in a sunny mood, the other one is right there to bring a little sunshine. They support and care for each other equally, no one is the "Knight In Shining Armour" who saved the other one. They're just two broken boys who found each other and helped put each other back together with what they always deserved: love.

One of my favorite scenarios is Gar beginning to beast out because of something (stress/fear/anger/something), warning Jon to stay away from him, but Jon refuses to let Gar be taken over by his powers, so he tries to help anyway (well knowing he could get his hand taken off) and it works because he dares to do something the Titans wouldn't, he threw danger to the wind because Gar is struggling, wants to do anything to help him, and holds his hand tightly to let Gar know he's here for him and does/says whatever he can to help him calm down until his powers chill out and Gar is back in control.

That will live in my brain rent free forever.

Like Jon does not care that Gar is metahuman and can shapeshift into animals/has some animal instincts. He's an alien from Krypton. Neither of them are humans and are pretty much the only ones of them.

I could go on forever but I'mma stop here.. I'm sorry for how long this was I just care about them a lot 😅

If you want a more in-depth about their relationship explain that starts from them meeting for the first time, their friendship, then eventual romantic relationship, I highly suggest my fic "Escapism" on Ao3. It's all about them and explains them a lot better than this did!

[angelbroad]

SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP

RETURN

Rating: teen and up audiences

Characters: Marjorie Brock (oc), Jack Darby (transformers), June Darby (transformers), Miko Nakadai (transformers), Raphael “Raf” Esquivel (transformers), Jonathan Gilmore (@cattalystic oc), Kenneth Brock (oc), Arcee (transformers), Soundwave (transformers), Lazerbeak (mentioned), Autobots (transformers), Cliffjumper (mentioned)

Tags: family reunion, past experiences, Jack and June Darby need a hug, introduction, drama, i don’t know how to tag this, drabble, fan-chapter, changing percepective, Marjorie Brock is a good person, stalking, comfort, hugging, espionage, holoform, smuggling, brief description of violence

Summary: The Darby family hears of a familiar face returning to Jasper, Nevada. Some other people are not too happy about it.

DISCLAIMER

THIS IS A FAN-MADE CHAPTER BASED ON THE CHARACTERS AND STORYLINE OF @cattalystic FANFICTION “SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP” NEITHER OF US OWNS TRANSFORMERS AND WE ONLY OWN OUR RESPECTIVE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

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It was almost noon, and the sun felt even hotter as the two teens walked

along the sidewalk. “Do you think it was a good idea to come back to the

Autobots?” the girl asked. Jack would be dishonest if he told her ‘yes’. Truth be

told, after their accident with the Decepticons and his father’s antics, he hasn’t

been able to think straight. “Are you okay, Jack?” asked another voice. Jack

noticed that it was Raphael, who must have joined the two at some point. “I’m

fine”, said Jack “I just have a lot of things on my mind lately.” the girl and the

pre-teen nodded in response. Jack’s situation was no secret to the two. They

had been through hell and back together, and they agreed to start sharing

more about each other’s lives, to have each other when they couldn’t rely on

anyone else.

Soon enough, they arrived at Jack’s house. June wasn’t home, being too

occupied with work. Ever since the boy’s father demanded for more time with him, she has been working harder, as if to better the situation somehow. Jack

wanted to believe there was still hope for him and his mom. She was a good

woman, who didn’t deserve what was happening to her. It was Tuesday, so

they decided it would be a good time for them to hang out a bit before he had

to visit his father tomorrow. Normally they would hang out on Friday, but it

was one of the days he would visit Jonathan because of the custody matter,

who didn’t let him go out. Compared to him, even his family members not

neccessarily related by blood, where far better.

Miko plopped on the couch with a groan, “When will school eeeeeeend?” the

boys let out a laugh. “You know school is kinda important, right?” the pre-teen

said, taking a seat beside her. “Well, yea I guess. But it’s soo boring!” “Heh,

well maybe sometimes.” answered Jack. They turned on the tv and continued

chatting.

“When will your mom be back?” Miko asked, sitting upside-down on the

couch and fiddling on her phone. “Probably soon, if they don’t have any

emergencies in the hospital.” the sapphire-eyed teen responded. It seemed Raf

was busy with a book, so Jack took the remote and started flipping through the

channels. Arcee had told him earier that she would be taking a recharge at the

garage, since there was nothing to do, but to Jack it felt like he was being spied

upon. The Autobots were good friends, but the kids’ trust begun to waver after

their Decepticon dilema, and it seemed like Miko was affected the most. Jack

noticed that the girl hasn’t been getting much sleep lately, and seems

interested in learning how to pilot aircrafts. Jack didn’t really think too much of

it, only assuming she figured out what to do after graduation. The same

couldn’t be said for the teen boy though. He still is lost to the concept of what

to do for his next step in education. Esquivel was four years younger than him,

and he probably already figured things out.

“Did the Decepticons bother you again?” Jack asked, causing both of his

friends to turn their heads toward him. Miko turned her body to sit at a normal

position, looking a bit hesitant, before answering with a happy ‘Nope! Nothing

at all.’ Raf also gestured at Miko as if he had the same response. They were

concerned about more Decepticon activity around them, especially when

Lazerbeak itself showed up at the school a week ago. To say they were a bit on

edge was an understatement.

The sound of keys unlocking the door was heard, and the kids turned their

heads to see June Darby enter the house. She was holding her coat on her arm, and looked really exhausted. Jack left the remote on the couch to go and help

his mom, the other two turning in way to look at them better. As June said hi

to them and started talking with Miko, the pre-teen felt a small vibration in his

pocket. He pulled out his phone to see what the notification was. It was a text

message, from Soundwave. “Dammit, not now!” Raf said in his head. He

excused himself to another room, saying that he needed to call his parents

about something. As it turned out, he wouldn’t take long. Usually the texts he

got from the Decepticon were questions about different subjects, that would

escalate to something akin to a threat when he would ignore them, but this

time it was something else entirely.

Soundwave:

:)

The boy didn’t know what it meant, and was too cautious to ask. So he just

went back to the living area. As he entered the room, he noticed that Jack and

his mother’s attention was stern on the tv, so he looked over to see what it

was. It was a news report talking about a certain Aircraft Military division

coming to Jasper. Probably soldiers reuniting with their families. June covered

her mouth, and it seemed like her eyes sparked with joy. “Arcee is faster than

the car, right?” June asked Jack, “She is.” he responed. And they both started

leaving for the garage before they stopped to speak to Raphael and Miko, “Do

you two want to stay here or?” asked the dark-haired teen. “I dunno why you

guys are so excited, but it sure as hell seems important and I want to see. So

we’ll stay and wait for you to return! Right, Raf?” the girl said with her usual

spunk. The chestnut haired boy knew he couldn’t possibly convince her not to,

so he agreed to stay behind as well.

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There was a knock at Jonathan’s office door. “Come in.” he said, still not

looking up from the files on his desk. “Not-really-brother-in-law.” the man

lifted his head on the nickname. It was Kenneth Brock, the oldest son of the

Brock family. Even though his family owned Brock Indusrties, a large

technological company focused mostly on robotics, he lacked the skill and

intelligence to run it, so ownership was passed to his younger sister. Still, he

made a name for himself in the U.S. Goverment as an agent. “Am I being

investigated, ‘not-really-brother-in-law'?” Kenneth gave him a serious look,

devoid of his usual easy-going mood. The nickname was made because the siblings were considered family to the Darby’s back in the day, although to

Johnathan, Kenneth was the only one he trusted. Something about the sister

always felt, off. It didn’t feel like he was talking to a genuine human being.

“Here to angrily ramble about your family again?” he asked. Brock responded

by slamming his hand on his desk. Jonathan kept a calm look “That was

vintage.” “This is serious!” the older man responded. “What happened?” the

brunette responded, starting to take him more seriously. “Aircraft Division

‘Owl’ came back to Jasper, Marjorie came back.” Jonathan froze at the name

drop. Marjorie had been gone ever since early 2009, and now she is back?!

When he had plans in motion?!

He got up from his chair in a hurry, “Do we take my car or yours?” “Let’s take

yours.” Brock said, and they both set off in a hurry. He was going to pick up

Jack, no matter June’s protests. There were enough bad influences in the boy’s

life already that prevented him from achieving his goal, he wasn’t about to let

this mad-dog infiltrate their lives once again.

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With Arcee, they arrived at the airport, and June ran straight inside. “Who are

you so excited to pick up?” Arcee asked. “My aunt, Marjorie.” said Jack, “Her

division came back.” “Oh, that’s great! You must really miss her, huh?” the

femme responded. She didn’t really have a biological family of her own, to her,

the team was the closest thing she had to what humans called ‘family’.

Regardless, that didn’t stop her from caring about others’ families as well. Jack

gave the motorcycle a pat and went inside after his mom, leaving Arcee to wait

outside. After the dust was settled, she really wanted to apologise to Jack for

acting out. It really wasn’t his fault that him and the others were captured by

the ‘cons, and no-one could truly guess the outcome of the ordeal. Sometimes

she wishes she could vent all this with Cliffjumper.

They were lucky to find an unoccupied bench. A lot of the pilots’ families lived

in Jasper, and the area was packed with people. Slowly, the pilots begun

reuniting with their families, the room filling with great joy, and Jack started

searching with anticipation. Aunt Marjorie didn’t live in Jasper, but they still

hoped that in someway, she would decide to come.

Soon enough, a figure taller above all else started making its way through the

crowd, and a familiar bandaged face came into view. June was the first to get

up, and without any words coming out of her mouth, she dashed towards the woman’s direction. The yellow-eyed woman noticed her almost immediately,

and set down her suitcases to stretch her arms forward, and embrace her

beloved family member into a hug. June felt so small compared to Marjorie,

still she melted into the hug. She felt like she would cry, clenching the Air

Commander’s coat tighter. “June, I’m back.” said the taller woman. As she

stayed hugging June, she noticed another familiar face, “Hey! Nephew! Come

here!” she exclaimed as she stretched out one of her arms, which alowed Jack

to join the hug too.

After they finally seperated from the hug, the Darbys got a chance to look at

Marjorie’s face more carefully, noticing she had an eyepatch now, and more

stitch-like burn marks in her forehead. “W-What happened?” asked a worried

June, putting a hand on her face. Even though an injured eye would seem like a

painful deal, Marjorie responded in an energetic tone, “I just fell off a small

cliff, no big deal.” both of them were quite surprised. They always knew

Marjorie was stronger and more durable than most people, but this? Jack only

wished he was as strong.

As they were walking through the halls, Jack started feeling a bit off, and

suddendly he felt the need to look up. Turning his head to look at a glass part

of the roof, something large flew by. He assumed it must have been another

plane or a bird.

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They were waiting for a while, so they went to go sit at the park to talk more,

since the sun wasn’t burning as hot now. He had sent Arcee to wait

somewhere around the corner of the park, Marjorie already having a ride set

to arrive at the location. They sat down on the bench, enjoying the light

breeze. “Things haven’t changed all that much, have they?” the woman asked.

“When it comes to the town, yea I suppose.” the teen responded, ruffling his

dark hair. Brock raised her one remaining eyebrow. “I’ll be staying here from

now on.” the nurse looked at her with hope in her eyes, “You’ll stay here?

Where?” “I already had a house contructed a little outside of town about a

year ago. Both for work and because of some” she turned her gaze away for a

moment “familial disputes.” Jack and June nodded, looks like they were having

similar experiences.

Still, it seemed that the golden-eyed woman figured there was something

wrong. “You know, if you have any problems, I am always here to help you.” it is true they had a lot of baggage, but they didn’t want to bother her after the

long flight she just had. They agreed for Marjorie to come visit them as soon as

she unpacks her luggage, as she didn’t want to have to tell the driver to change

courses and give them more work. And so, they parted ways for now.

Marjorie’s expression changed into a more serious one as soon as they left.

She knew they had troubles, she knew about Johnathan’s return. It would take

all she had to prevent herself from breaking some bones. Right now, she had

to keep a low profile, especially since the Autobots were stationed here.

Another man walked up and sat on the bench, he was slim, with dark hair and

clothing, with a mask covering his nose and mouth. He offered her a box of

chocolates, which she set onto her lap and disposed a hard drive into the

previously empty package. She gave it back to him, and the man got up. They

gave each other a nod, and Marjorie picked up her luggage to go their seperate

ways. As she got into the car, somewhere else the holoform faded, and

Soundwave transformed into vehicle mode to deliver the information back to

the Nemesis.

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Author's note: just wanted to give one of my favourite fanfics some love and write the introduction of Marjorie and her brother into the story of tfp

[sinsonminson]

So this is my first post, an an experimental one at that.

2.4K words

Just fluff nothing more: Steve Harrington x reader, Eddie Munson x reader - could be made into a series with either of them…or both if you’re nasty.

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I burst through the front door of Steve’s house, knowing he kept it unlocked, prepared for my arrival.

“Honey, I’m home” I shouted with glee, waiting for the uproar of friends waiting for me.

It had been 2 years since I graduated, leaving for college in Chicago, close enough so that I could remain a part of my friends lives in Hawkins, and close enough so that my police chief dad would actually let me leave - not without a lot of fighting, tears, and reluctant goodbyes. Even though I was only a couple hours away, the busy life of college left a disconnect with everyone back in Hawkins. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan, hell even the kids, all tried their best along with me to keep in touch -but soon the weekly calls became monthly and the calls became occasional letters. I couldn’t admit to them now, after leaving to be on my own that I was struggling. It was lonely not having the people that I’m closest to in the world around me everyday, and the friends that I did make in college all felt so superficial in comparison. I did find comfort in one person though, that the guys back home knew all about. Mark was kind and funny, he knew when I needed space and when I needed affection - though we tried to keep labels of the table. If my dad ever found out that I had a boyfriend whilst living alone in the big city, he would drive over and threaten to bludgeon him with Steve’s bat.

After dropping my stuff off at dad’s and having a much needed chat over dinner, El suddenly piped up.

“We have to go now!” She said in a panic, looking at the clock.

“Woah what’s the rush sis? I’m only just home, can I not have some time to enjoy my family before rushing out to take you over to mike’s or whatever it is you’re needing?”

“No, it’s not Mike. I made a promise to them that’d I’d get you there for 8”

“Who’s them El?”

“You had better listen to her”, Hopper piped up, his head lifting from lighting up his cigarette.

“I come back home after 8 months and everyone’s trying to get rid of me. Really feeling the love guys” you laugh, but part of you feels a sting, not for long as El speaks up again.

“Y/N/N stop being stupid, Steve’s planned a surprise welcome home party for you, all the guys are going to be there! But we have to leave 10 minutes ago!!”

A grin creeped onto my face, thinking about the work Steve probably put into getting everyone organised, just for you.

“So you’re going to let her get away with calling me stupid?” I ask Hopper with a smirk that he returns.

“Well she did have a point, go on now, I’ll finish off the dishes”

El and I got organised, luckily I was already looking alright, wanting to make a good impression on the family coming home. A pair of ripped black jeans, an Iron Maiden perch top that I had ripped the sleeves off myself, and a pair of pretty knackered white converse. Swapping out my hoodie for a leather jacket I took one last look in the mirror, taking my hair out of a ponytail and ruffling it to look a little more presentable for a party. El dragged me by the arm already pulling the door open along with her screaming a goodbye to Hop.

“Bye girls, have fun tonight, but not too much!” He calls as the door slams shut.

“Honey, I’m home”

A flip of the light switch and bodies came jumping from behind couches and out of cupboards, all familiar faces shining with joy, and a flurry of ‘Welcome back’ ‘Surprise’ and ‘We missed you’, being hurled at me.

Trying my best to put on a surprised face and opening my arms for the hugs that followed, Steve turned to look at me eyebrows furrowed.

“She told you, didn’t she?” He questioned looking towards El.

“It wasn’t my fault she wasn’t budging from dinner so I had to convince her it wasn’t just an errand we had to run” El bites back, a disappointed look on her face. I pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

“It’s okay sweets, nothing would have moved me from a conversation with you and dad, you did what you had too, and I’m glad you did.” Taking a second to look up at everyone, a small tear coming to my eye, I brushed myself down.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started then!”

The evening started with music blaring and gathering in the living room, Dustin going over the highlights of everyones life and asking a million questions about mine. The comfort I felt being in that room with the people I love was something I couldn’t replicate at college. It was home.

Before I could get too comfortable the door bursts open, hearing the culprit long before seeing them.

“What the hell Harrington, you having a party without me?”

A familiar voice called out, but I couldn’t place it. Other than the many girls Steve dated, all his friends that I knew of were already in the room with me. That’s when he came around the corner. Long bouncing curls, patched leather jacket, and reeboks scuffing against the hardwood. The look of disappointment and confusion was clearly etched on his face as he took in the room inferno of him. I shamelessly took in his image, hard to ignore, as I was suddenly back in high school, having a crush on the older senior, that then became you classmate and the crush I left behind as I left for college.

Eddie Munson. I never really spoke to him in high school, just stole glances and shared nods in the corridors. One time he asked to borrow notes for biology, notes I never got back, and that was the longest we ever spoke for. There was always just something so intriguing about him. Of course it helped that I didn’t buy into any of the rumours, knowing full well from doing the younger kids in their games of D&D when they needed an extra, that there was nothing satanic about it.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, Steve spoke up standing in front of me, blocking the view.

“Hey Munson, sorry it’s just a little welcome home gathering, didn’t think you’d want to come, don’t think you’ve even met Y/N”

Steve stands aside and Eddie’s eyes lock with mine, he doesn’t say anything for a moment, but I see him look me up and down, eyes then coming back to linger on mine.

“Hey, it’s Eddie right?” I say as I start making my way towards him from my chair. Having to look up at him, he’s so much taller than I remember. “You’re more than welcome to stay, I could use someone new to talk to, these guys have heard all my stories twice” I laugh trying to get a reaction from him as he keeps his eyes trained on mine, making me squirm a little self consciously. He finally breaks eye contact to look around the room before speaking up.

“Uh you know my name?”

“Of course I do, you’re not easily forgotten about Eddie” I blush slightly, hoping he doesn’t pick up on it. “Spent enough classes hearing Ms. O’Donnell shouting it” a small laugh coming from his mouth, my smile eases as does his.

“Well, I guess I could stay for a bit then, didn’t realise you knew these guys that well” Part of me was insulted that they hadn’t spoken about me, if Eddie was comfortable enough around them to burst into the house the same as I did, I figured I would’ve come up in conversation at least once or twice.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been away at college the past couple years, don’t really get that much time to see them all” conversation between everyone else had picked up again and the music drowned out anything but the space between me and Eddie. “Speaking of, how did you get to know them? I wouldn’t have thought you would become besties with King Steve” I lightly punch his arm, he looks to the spot I hit then back to locking his brown eyes with mine.

“I can’t say I expected it either, but he’s different now” he looks behind me and nods at Steve, “other than the hair, that just keeps getting bigger” my laugh eases Eddie and I see him start to relax more into the room. Starting to feel the heat of the room, and from Eddie’s eyes, I start reaching for my back pocket, releasing my cigarettes and lighter, clearing my throat I start brushing past Eddie, desperate to get out of the room.

“I’m just gonna head out for a sec, grab a drink though, stay a while” he nods back to me and heads further into the room. Letting out a sigh I didn’t realise I was holding I made my way outside and lighting up. Muttering to myself to get it together but all I could think about was how different that one conversation, though brief, felt compared to Mark. He was a nice guy, but not once did I feel butterflies like that with him, never did I feel like I had to hide my blush from him. Composing myself I headed back inside, ready to have a fun night with my friends and make the most of the time we have together. Chatting to the girls and occasionally having glances towards Eddie was how the rest of the night seemed to go. Was it possible that this long lost crush I had for him was coming back? Was it possible he maybe felt the same? With the kids starting to get tired and asking to get home before curfew the night started coming to an end. El came up to me, “Hey, I can get a ride home with Max if you like? I think Nancy and Jonathan are staying longer, Robin too.”

“You sure? I don’t mind taking you, have some sister bonding time?”

“We have the whole summer to do that”

“Well how about I call dad and say you’re staying with Max, you girls can have a sleepover?” I ask directing my gaze to the red haired girl that came up to me, giving me a side hug.

“Yes please” Max replies for El “we haven’t had a proper chat in ages, you still ned to tell me everything about Mike!” El visibly blushes, as Max pinches her sides.

“Okay and that’s where I’m ending this conversation, you girls go, I’ll call dad now”

After calling Hopper and convincing him to let you both stay out, I fall back onto the couch beside Steve with a sigh.

“Tired?” He asks, putting his arm around me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Eddie clench the beer he’s holding a little harder.

“Me? Tired? Never. This night is just getting started now that it’s just us adults”

“I think calling any of us adults is a bit of a stretch” Robin laughs coming to squeeze in beside me and Steve.

“Hey, I have my own apartment and can legally buy alcohol” I say shoving my hand into the side of her face to push her back. “That at least makes me a partial adult.”

“Don’t forget your boyfriend too” Nancy says smirking.

“Ugh that’s enough of that, he’s not even my boyfriend” I say, arms up in defence as she starts walking towards me.

“From what I’ve heard, you guys are basically living together, that’s adult stuff.”

“You do dishes together”, Steve says in agreement.

“Ive done the dishes with Dustin too, that doesn’t mean anything”

“Ew don’t bring Henderson into this, Y/N” Steve responds, grimacing and turning his attention to Eddie.

“Come on, Eddie you agree, that’s grown up shit” Eddie’s eyes grow large, put on the spot in a conversation he’s obviously a little uncomfortable with. For what reason I don’t know, but I assume its everyone talking like old friends whilst he is completely out of the loop, an outsider again.

“Hey I’m not one to judge it” he responds after a beat “I’m not exactly an expert on relationships, or Y/N for that matter”

He looks towards me giving a tight lipped smile, with a surge of confidence maybe spurred on by the beer in my hands I get up and stand behind Eddie’s chair placing my hands on his shoulders, he turns his head and looks up at me trying to get a better look.

“Don’t worry Eddie, there’s plenty of time for that”

Robin moves her head to the side, whispering into Steve’s ear.

“You know, they make a cute couple”

Steve chokes on his beer, and screams a WHAT?! Causing everyone to look at him, my hands coming off his shoulders and going to sit on the empty loveseat beside Eddie.

“Woah” Robin starts muttering under her breath “didn’t expect that reaction from you”

“What just happened” Nancy asks, eyebrows furrowed, her journalistic curiosity getting the better of her.

“Eh nothing” Steve starts defensively, “just Robin flirting with me as usual” Robin scoffs hitting him and rolling her eyes, as Steve gives a smile towards me, not quite reaching his eyes.

I look over to Eddie, leaning in a bit closer.

“This is going to be a fun night” I say to him with a smirk, one he returns as he tips his beer towards mine in a cheers.

“To the happy couple” he whispers in my ear lowly, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

This is going to be an interesting summer.

[the-scythes-pen]

Settling In: The Missing Teddy (Lucifer x Reader)

The second fic in my new series "Settling In". This series depicts scenarios that may happen as you get used to your new life in the devildom.

This fic consists of you being unable to sleep comfortably without the aid of.... a teddy bear.

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"Ah, (Y/N). Do you have a moment?"

"Yeah sure, what's up?"

Lucifer nodded his head towards the wall, ushering you to the side of the hallway so the two of you weren't blocking the way.

"I wanted to make sure you're comfortable with your situation here in the House of Lamentation. Is everything to your liking? Do you have everything you need for your stay?"

Well, this was sudden. Perhaps Diavolo put him up to this- Diavolo seemed a whole lot more invested in your safety and comfort then Lucifer did.

Your eyes scanned the hallway for a moment as you pondered what you needed. You had clothes, you had school supplies.... there wasn't much more you needed, right?

Well, other then... that.... You were pretty set.

You took a deep breath, your eyes returning to the burning crimson of Lucifer's before you gave him a polite smile.

"N-No, I think I'm alright. You made sure I'd have everything I needed within the first day of my stay here, so.... I'm good. Thank you, though."

The demon didn't respond, and instead merely stared at you for a moment. You could feel the intensity in his gaze- as if he was questioning you.

"....Are you sure? You haven't been sleeping properly since you arrived here, and it's been nearly a month. Diavolo is concerned there might be something wrong."

....Ah. There it was. Diavolo was worried something was wrong. Sure, it was very kind of the demon prince to be so concerned for you (even if he did kidnap you to force you into attending school again....), but would it kill the avatar of pride to at least pretend to care about you as well? He was just as guilty for your kidnapping as the prince was.

You inhaled sharply and broke the intense eye contact that Lucifer held. Your eyes settled on a cursed painting that hung above a side table; the painting being literally impossible to comprehend and describe.

"Oh, uh... yeah. I'm just uh... not used to sleeping here still. The uhm.... atmosphere here feels... different then the human world."

It was a shitty excuse, but it was better then nothing. Like hell you were going to admit to The Morning Star himself that you had a hard time falling asleep without hugging a teddy bear like some little kid. He already seemed to look down on you enough- you didn't need him to quite literally see you as a small child as well.

Lucifer stayed silent for a moment after your response, and for a moment you wondered if he even bought the excuse at all.

Your brain hurt from looking at the incomprehensible cursed painting.

"(Y/N)."

Your eyes burned as they shifted back to look at the demon. You had been living in the House of Lamentation long enough to know what an irritated Lucifer looked like- and this was it.

"I don't appreciate being lied to. If you can't sleep properly, it can not only affect your grades but your health as well. And I will not have one of Diavolo's exchange students falling sick because of something preventable."

Your throat felt thick as you swallowed, your eyes once again shifting away from Lucifer's narrowed ones.

"R-Really, it's fine... I-It's just something I need to solve myself, and I promise I will soon. So uh..."

It didn't look like Lucifer was buying what you said this time either. Your eyes scanned the hallway hopeful for one of the other brothers to suddenly appear and save you, as you felt yourself shrink under Lucifer's irritated stare.

But you were alone in the hallway. Alone with Lucifer. Nobody else was home right now. You'd have to try and get through this on your own.

You took a shaky breath, and met Lucifer's gaze once more. He didn't say a word. For a moment you wondered if this was what Mammon felt when he knew he did something wrong.

"You will 'figure out' what's wrong before tonight, where you will report to me in my study before you go to bed."

And with that, the avatar of pride turned around and walked off with not another word. He didn't wait for a response, or even a reaction. He just... left. You felt your shoulders slump as your gaze lingered on his back.

You took a deep breath, raising your hand to knock on the doorframe to Lucifer's study. You scanned the room for the eldest demon brother, finding him sitting infront of the fireplace with a horn of demonus.

"Come in."

Your legs moved on their own, carrying you a little ways into the room. You stopped midway between the entrance and where Lucifer sat; steeling yourself as you hoped that Lucifer wouldn't question you any more.

"May I go into town tomorrow? I should be able to find what I need to be able to sleep properly..." You trailed off, leaving the situation and answer vague.

Lucifer stood from his chair, turning to you with crossed arms and a small smirk on his face.

"Alright, but I'm coming with you to ensure you find what you need."

....uh oh.

"N-No, it's ok! I-I promise everything will be fine after tomorrow- I'll be able to sleep perfectly! I-I'll just bring Mammon along to make sure I don't get eaten, and I'll come back and that'll be it! Problem solved! You don't need to come with-"

"(Y/N), are you hiding something from me?"

That smirk on his face was dangerous. He took long, yet slow strides towards you until he loomed over you; that damned smirk ever present on his face. As if he knew he captured you.

"I- N-No...."

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Then you should have no problem with me accompanying you tomorrow. I need to ensure Diavolo gets a complete report on the closure of this issue."

You breathed in deeply. Lucifer was so close to you that you took in his scent with each breath. He smelled like ashes and roses... like a beautifully dangerous volcanic flower.

"A-Alright. If you insist... I just didn't think it was worth you taking time out of your day, is all..."

He clicked his tongue, turning away from you to walk towards his desk.

"It is my responsibility to ensure you are comfortable and have all that you need while you're here."

He rounded his desk, taking a seat in his chair before looking up at you with those vivid crimson eyes.

"Goodnight, (Y/N). I'll see you tomorrow."

"So, where do you need to go?"

You and Lucifer stood among a crowd of demons, ghosts, and ghouls passing by on their way to and from various locations. The bright lights of the Devildom shone down on you as if it was full daylight; despite it never actually being day.

The demon stood slightly behind you as your eyes scanned the long road filled with various stores and shops designed for all sorts of needs and wants.

"Or rather, what are you looking for? I can point you in the right direction so we can get this over with."

You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. But you weren't going to give up entirely- oh no, not yet. You were stubborn. And determined not to embaress yourself infront of this totally hot powerful demon.

"I.... Let's just look around. I'll find what I'm looking for."

Lucifer hummed, but it wasn't an entirely pleased noise that he made. But you supposed he would put up with walking with you for a little bit.

The two of you walked through the crowd with relative ease- despite it being so busy here, it seemed Lucifer's presence made maneuvering a whole lot easier. I mean, it wasn't like you could exactly miss such a tall, powerful presence when he was walking right towards you.

Your eyes drifted from shop to shop. This district of the Devildom was indeed quite a nice place- it reminded you of a late summer night, when everyone was out on vacation and relaxing; visiting all their favourite stores in the cool air of night. The lights were bright, but warm. Welcoming.

Ah- there was a Majolish outlet there.... and that cafe Beel was talking about earlier... oh! Was that that lingerie shop Asmo had mentioned as well?

Your head was on a swivel, looking at all the stores on either side of the long road, trying to figure out what would sell a plush that you could cuddle with.

....god, how embarrassing.

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand grasp your shoulder, pulling you to a halt. You turned to face Lucifer, who had an exasperated look on his face.

"Why don't you just tell me what you're looking for? I don't have time to spend all day window-shopping with you."

You bit your lip as blood rushed to your cheeks. Fuck, were you really going to have to tell him?

Were you seriously going to have to tell Lucifer, the Morning Star, God's favourite angel and one of the most powerful demons in all of the Devildom, that you, (Y/N), needed a goddamn stuffed animal in order to get a good night's sleep?

His eyes felt like they were searing your mind with their intensity. Like he was trying to peer into your soul. And maybe he was.

You took a deep breath. You might as well bite the bullet. From what you gathered about Lucifer, you doubt you could keep much hidden from him anyway.

"I.... I'm looking for a stuffed animal."

Blink. Once. Twice.

"....hm."

His lips upturned almost imperceptibly. If you weren't so anxious about his reaction, you may have not even noticed it.

"Well..." He spun you around, and pushed you a little further down the road and towards a bench. He stood you both infront of it, and pushed you down onto the cold wood.

"Allow me. Stay here until I return. Understood?" That faint smile had turned into a full smirk filled with some indeterminate emotion. You felt how tight your chest was, and was grateful for him to leave you for a moment.

"Yeah..."

And with that, the demon promptly disappeared into the crowd. You didn't even see what direction he went in- he was promptly swallowed by all sorts of supernatural beings.

You put your arm on the armrest of the bench, and rested your head on your closed fist. You had felt your heart sink in your chest with the admission of such a childish need, and at the sound of what you presumed to be held back laughter.

You don't know how long you sat there, but it was starting to get cold. And it felt like a while before Lucifer returned; something furry in his gloved hand.

"This shall suffice, won't it?"

He stood before you and held out a decent sized plush bear with deep purple fur. You took it from his outstretched hand, and felt how soft the fur was on the bear. It was definitely softer then anything you had ever felt before, and it was squishy and plump- just from a glance, you could tell it would be quite nice to hold as you drifted off at night.

You couldn't help but stare at the bear in your hands. It really seemed to be of high quality... from the stiched-on eyepatch over it's left eye, to the almost velvet-like black heart on it's tummy.

You looked back up at Lucifer, almost questioning if he had really gotten this for you. He didn't say a word, but he had that same smirk he left you with on his face once more.

"Don't be ashamed of what you desire. Your wants and needs come first, no matter how embarrassed you are about them. Be confident."

His gloved hand once again was held out towards you, but this time, nothing was held within his grasp. Instead, he was waiting for you to join him.

"Come on, there's a nice restaurant we can stop by on the way back."

You blinked. You could feel the blush embedded in your cheeks, but you couldn't help but feel your chest lighten at his words. Unconsciously, your hand joined in his, and he pulled you up from your seat on the bench.

The two of you walked side by side back towards where you had started your small journey. But now, you felt infinitely lighter then when you had arrived in the shopping district- and you could feel a comforting warmth from Lucifer's hand, who still held your own.

You held the bear he had gotten you under your arm on the opposite side of him, and despite it being an inanimate object, you could almost feel a similar warmth from the stuffed animal as you did from the demon beside you. It was as if both of them were willing you to relax; to take more confident and assured steps. To feel proud.

Perhaps Lucifer did care about you. And perhaps you liked him a little more then you initially thought you did.