a sleeping bag will be fine

anonymous asked:

Can there be a scenario where Ciel collapses due to overworking himself, lack of sleep and/or stress? And when he collapses, how would the other elgang members react and do when Ciel suddenly collapses?

“I’m fine,” Ciel insists, swaying on his feet and looking most definitely not fine.  Elesis leans against the counter and frowns.

“You don’t look fine,” she states, and then presses for details.  “When’s the last time you slept?  Or ate?  You have bags under your eyes.  Is Lu pushing you too hard?”

“If he says he’s fine, he’s fine,” Lu chimes in, glaring at Elesis.  Ciel lowers his head.  Elesis frowns even more.

“Are you-”

Ciel sways, then collapses.

Elesis is the first to his side, just because she’s closest.  She catches Ciel and lowers him to the floor, then starts promptly scolding Lu.

Lu hops over the counter and crouches by Ciel, putting her hand over his contract mark.  She quickly diagnoses what’s wrong - not enough sleep, not enough food, too much stress - and is beating herself up over it just fine, thanks Elesis, no need to help.

Raven waves aside both of their bickering and kneels next to Ciel as well, getting Elsword to help him carry Ciel to a bed or a couch.

Aisha gets Lu out of the way and works a small spell, turning Ciel’s mind to restful sleep instead of flat-out unconsciousness.

Rena starts prepping a light meal for Ciel when he wakes.  Ara tries to help.  Ara is gently kicked out of the kitchen.

Eve and Add both linger out of the way, though for different reasons.  Eve didn’t know that humans could collapse from exhaustion and is inputting Ciel’s condition in her database.  Add just has no idea what to do, though he doesn’t want to walk away.

Chung also ends up scolding Lu.  Did itty bitty demon child not know that you can’t push humans this hard? With Chung and Elesis both scolding her, and Ciel collapsed, it’s not something she’ll soon forget now.

Ain couldn’t care less about Ciel or Lu.  He doesn’t see a point to him being here right now, so he ends Intervention, reducing the amount of people crowding the small room.

Characters from SU as: Friends You have that Concern You

Pearl: You ask them what they had for breakfast, and they tell you they haven’t eaten anything but a single apple for the past two days.

Amethyst: Jokes about killing herself to the point where you’re not entirely sure if they’re really just joking or not.

Ruby: Gets in fights every day. Has never gotten caught, but has had several close calls.

Sapphire: Never tells anyone what’s wrong when they’re very obviously upset. “Fine” and “I’m just tired, I swear” are personal favorite sayings of theirs.

Garnet: The group’s therapist. Burdened with everyone else’s problems, and never tells anybody when they’re upset because they think they’re supposed to be the “strong” one.

Peridot: Overworks until they’re overstressed and irritable. Doesn’t believe in sleep, and proudly mentions that they woke up at 4 AM in casual conversation.

Lapis Lazuli: A Grab-Bag of mental illness. Casually confesses that they’ve cried themselves to sleep every night for the past month. Actively makes half-assed suicide attempts.

Jasper: An asshole with stunted social skills to the point where they just insult others to have some conversation at all. Reluctantly reveals one night that they just want someone to care about them.

Connie: Eats lunch in the library alone because they don’t have any friends in that period, and they don’t want to sit alone on the bench in the cafeteria. Slight abandonment issues.

Steven: Constantly tries to make everyone else happy while simultaneously falling apart themselves. Makes sure everyone smiles because they know how much it hurts to feel sad, and doesn’t want anybody else to feel that if they can help it.

(in which Hinny knows Scorbus is gonna happen)

Imagine Scorpius Malfoy coming over to stay at the Potter’s house for the first time the summer before their fifth year - for a few days only, Draco said, not wanting to be away from his son any longer than that.

Imagine Albus fiercely hugging Scorpius when he arrives, ignoring James’ teasing and Lily’s blushing around his best friend. Imagine Albus dragging Scorpius to his room immediately, saying sorry profusely that he has a small bed and if Scorpius didn’t want to share he wouldn’t mind kipping on the sofa, and Scorpius insisting that no, it’s fine, he brought a sleeping bag.

Imagine a chaotic (for Albus) but enjoyable (for Scorpius) dinner with Lily blurting out how cute she thinks Scorpius is, and James asking casually if Albus and Scorpius were dating - Scorpius blushes a furious red that makes Ginny proud; Albus chokes on his glass of water (Harry scolds James, but grins at his wife, a twinkle in his eyes).

Imagine Albus and Scorpius fighting over the sofa, then the floor. Eventually Ginny breaks it up, and Albus frowns as Scorpius leads the way to the living room, a mass of pillows and blankets in his arms, smiling back at his best friend as he does so.

Imagine the next morning, when Harry wakes up at the crack of dawn to start the kettle, he sees Albus and Scorpius on the sofa - a tangled mess of limbs and blankets - they barely fit, but they didn’t seem to mind one bit. As Ginny joins him, they look at the two (trying their hardest not to smile) and wonder when Albus had decided to leave his room and snuggle against his best friend instead, and when Scorpius had wrapped his arm around Albus’ waist, his leg also hooked on Albus’.

The Dream Bear

Originally posted by petcornerblog

This is a spell designed to give you more dreams and more meaningful dreams! It’s one of the more complicated crafts I’ve done lately, but it has been so worth it. I’ve done this a few times and have fine-tuned the recipe, so hopefully it works well for you! (And as always, substitutions can be made if need be. One of the reasons there’s so much stuff in it is because I just attract herbs that are good for this type of spell, apparently.)

What You Need:

  • Representations of the four elements (or another way of consecrating things. I use the elements but you do you.)
  • A stuffed animal that you’re comfortable sleeping with, even better if it has a hole already forming somewhere
  • Needle and blue thread
  • A small drawstring bag. Blue is optimal
  • A blue candle (if you want a larger emphasis on prophetic dreams, replace with or add a purple candle!)
  • A small piece of amethyst or amethyst chips (Amethyst particularly resonates with me and is also good for divination. It also is a general power enhancer.) 
  • A small piece of red jasper (For vivid dream recall.)
  • Rosemary (for dream recall)
  • Chamomile (sleep aid, prophetic dreams)
  • Hops (to enhance sleep magic)
  • Mugwort (for prophetic dreams)
  • Bay leaf (for prophetic dreams)
  • Lavender (sleep aid, dreams)
  • Coltsfoot (nightmare ward, dreams)
  • A sigil of your intent
  • Scissors

Best performed during a full moon on a Monday.

What You Do:

  1. Design your sigil beforehand to save time, if you wish.
  2. Perform your ritual spell starters, be that casting a circle, grounding/centering, calling upon deities, whatever. I like to ring a bell to mark the beginning and end of a ritual and focus my mind onto the sound If you’re working with the elements, this is the time to call upon them.
  3. Light the blue candle.
  4. Bless/ consecrate your stuffed animal, priming it for instruction. Let it rest as you continue onto the next step.
  5. Fill the pouch with each of the ingredients, stating what each one is for and what it will be adding to the mix. “This is rosemary. It will aid me in remembering my dreams.”
  6. Draw the sigil onto the bay leaf as you add it, or draw the sigil on a piece of paper, fold it, and add it to the bag.
  7. Pull the bag shut, give it a little shakey-shake. Say a little prayer, poem, or chant if you desire.
  8. Take your stuffed animal, and open up a hole in its back. Move the stuffing around and put the bag inside. I like to place it where its “center” would be if it was a living thing. If your animal already has a hole elsewhere and you would prefer to use that, I feel that should be fine. I think keeping it close to the “heart” is nice though.
  9. Sew the hole shut with the blue thread.
  10. Consecrate the stuffed animal one last time, explaining its purpose to bring you prophetic dreams (or whatever variation!) and that magic will flow through the entire animal. It is now ready.
  11. Close down the ritual and clean up as usual.
  12. Sleep holding the animal (the closer to your torso the better, I’ve found) to encourage more dreams and more prophetic dreams!
you miss him || calum hood

Your big gray pit bull scampered away as you pulled the vacuum out of the closet. It made you chuckle but also made you a little nervous because you knew he was going to get anxious.

It was comical to you that your 55 pound dog was terrified of the vacuum, would go so far as to hide from it, even. He’d been that way since he was a puppy.

Calum had always been the one to keep his mind off of it. He’d take him into the office and play the guitar, or he’d take him on a walk or get him on the bed or couch to cuddle. Cal was great with Brutus.

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also, cole sprouse looks like he hasn’t slept. like, ever. not once in his entire life. like every time jughead is onscreen i just want to jump into the TV and be like no, stop. stop it, jughead. stop talking, stop writing your novel, stop narrating and Go To Bed. Sleep, My Son. please, for the love of god, sleep.

Guardian Angel

olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff || 3436  || more fics

summary: Oliver finds a half asleep Felicity in an elevator with a newborn (anonymous prompt)
a/n: i’m not a fan of the ending, buuuut hopefully y’all like it just fine (: 

“C’mon, baby girl,” Felicity cooed, “You know you want to sleep.”

The tiny four month old in her arms continued to cry. It didn’t seem to matter what she did. All Danica wanted to do was cry and cry and cry. Felicity felt like she hadn’t slept in days. She could feel the exhaustion deep in her bones. Her hair was a mess and the bags under her eyes were becoming darker by the day.

She wished her mother was there. Never in her life had she even thought that, but she really meant it. Donna was working an extra shift as the restaurant instead of being home and helping put Danica to sleep. She could hardly complain. Her mother opened her home back up to her when Felicity was left single and seven months pregnant. She had a job in the IT department of a small computer company, but she was still on maternity leave. Donna insisted that she take the extra time to stay home with her daughter. She was more than grateful, but at this rate with the lack of sleep she was never going back to work.

Felicity’s lower lip trembled, “Please go to sleep,” she sniffled.

She wished she could blame the tears on hormones, but she knew that they were already straightening out. No, she was just so incredibly tired that she had zero control over her emotions.

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Forget Me Not

Emily x Reader

Emily was exhausted. The latest case had taken the team out of state for ten days, and it had been a tough one. She just wanted to fall into her girlfriends arms and sleep. It was late but she knew Y/N wouldn’t mind her using the spare key she’d given her. She unlocked the apartment door and flicked the lights on. It was past midnight so Y/N would be in bed, which was fine. Emily would just slip in next to her.

Depositing her go bag on the couch, she kicked her shoes off and looked around the apartment she’d come to love. And then she saw them.

Birthday cards.



She hadn’t forgotten, she hadn’t. She known about this date for weeks, had a present hidden away in the bottom of her wardrobe. She’d even spoke to Y/N multiple times by text over the last few days including today. Why hadn’t she mentioned it to her, reminded her? The biggest question though was why hadn’t Emily remembered herself. Right, she could fix this. She’d go home now and collect her present. Then she’d find an all night store and get ingredients to make Y/N breakfast in bed. Tomorrow was Sunday so they didn’t have anywhere to be. Paperwork could wait for 24 hours.

She was just pulling her boots back on when the bedroom door opened.

“Em?” Y/N stood there, her hair tied up in a messy bun and the shoulder strap of her nightdress slipping down one arm.

“Y/N, oh my God I’m so sorry,” Prentiss discarded her boots again and rushed over to her partner, praying that she’d forgive her.

“What on earth for?” Y/N rubbed her eyes and tugged her strap back up. She smelt like apples and Emily just wanted to bury her face into her neck.

“Your birthday, I didn’t wish you a happy birthday today. Well, yesterday. Fuck, I’m such a terrible girlfriend, how can I not remember to wish you a happy birthday. I just need to go home and get your present. I’ll make it up to you I swear. I’ll…”

“Em, relax. It’s fine.”

“No it really isn’t fine. I can’t believe I didn’t remember. Why didn’t you remind me? I’m so shit.”

Y/N reached her hand out and took Emily’s. “Seriously, it’s fine. Alright I was a little miffed earlier. But then I remembered that you’re off saving the world from serial killers. Sometimes, there’s more than important things. It’s not like I don’t have a birthday every year…”

“Yeah but I should have remembered. It’s what girlfriends do.”

Y/N shook her head with a soft smile on her face.

“You knew it was my birthday right? You just said you had a present at home.”

Em nodded, “Yeah, I’ve had it for weeks. It took me ages to find.”

“So it wasn’t like you forgot. You were just busy saving the world again.”

“But I shouldn’t ever be too busy to forget to wish you a happy birthday,” Emily was close to tears, something she rarely found herself.

“You messaged me this morning telling me you loved me and that you’d see me soon. It wasn’t like I didn’t hear from you at all. You have an important job, and I knew that when we started dating. I accept that. And it’s not like you forgot about me, you still messaged me, you still kept in touch so I knew you were okay. Please don’t beat yourself about it, Em.”

Y/N caressed her cheek gently, hating seeing her girlfriend upset. Everything she was saying was true though. Sure, she’d been a little bit annoyed in the morning but she knew Emily was out on a big case, she knew that days tended to blend together for her when she was out in the field. Emily had once told her that she’d forgotten her own birthday, it was only when they returned from the case and her teams technical analysis had greeted her with a pile of gifts that she’d remembered. Y/N leant forward and kissed her lips gently.

“Seriously Em, please don’t worry.”

She smiled at her girlfriend again and Emily finally began to relax.

“Okay, but I’m still going to make it up to you.”

Y/N grinned. “I won’t argue with that. And I can think of a way you can start right now if you like?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively and licked her lips.

Emily grinned and took her girlfriends hand, more or less pulling her to the bedroom. She’d spend all night making it up to her if she could.


Somewhere in an Alternate Universe where Percival Graves became a Professor at Hogwarts which an incident occurs (similar to the 3rd movie) where students and faculty have to spend the night in the Great Hall; Based off of an RP I am doing with @mummyofasuitcaseful ] I did not which one to use so I chose both ALSO photo is not mine
Newt pushed through the crowd to where the High Table was set during dinner time. Several of his colleagues were already there, handing out the supplies. He took an armful of sleeping bags and nodded at the dark haired man beside him. “Good evening, Professor Graves. I hope everything at the Gryffindor tower is alright?”
“Yep, other than some girls overreacting and clinging onto the nearest man, everything has been quite fine.” Graves gave Newt a reassured smile as he gave a small group of anxious students a couple sleeping bags. “I take it that Hufflepuff is doing fine?

anonymous asked:

Please give me some more male meowstic headcannons!! I freaking love them and I think that they are starting to take the number one spot for me so please

Male Meowstic is such a cutie pie!

* Male Meowstic can be quite chatty sometimes. They’ll chat up a storm with other pokemon, about what though nobody quite knows what. They’ll also do this with their trainers, not really seeming to mind whether their trainer responds to them or not. As long as the Meowstic has someone to listen to them it’s fine.

* They can be a bit clumsy sometimes, tripping over nothing especially when they’re running. When they trip and fall they’ll often stay there, not getting themselves up and will lay there on the floor. They might roll over to lay on their back but that’s about it.

* They like to sleep in small spaces, such as holes or bags. If their trainer has a backpack or a purse, the Meowstic will sometimes climb into them and sleep there. If their trainer take the bag out with them somewhere sometimes the Meowstic will poke it’s head out of the bag, confused as to where it is.

anonymous asked:

I don't think there was a tag - could you recommend any post-CW fics involving Tony (preferably where Team Cap and Team Iron Man at least start to come to terms) that doesn't either vilify Steve or require him to grovel at Tony's feet as if Tony's some innocent victim? All the post-CW ensemble fic in which Tony and Bucky meet again seems to demand punishment/penance from Steve for defending Bucky and refusing to bow to the Accords, which is just gross.

I think these shoud be what you’re looking for 

Einherjar by thecommodore_squid 

But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

One Cloud Feels Lonely by thecommodore_squid

I’m going to take a break for a while,” Steve said quietly, not looking at T’Challa, not knowing that this was what he was gonna do until the words were out of his mouth. “I can’t be on a team right now.”

T’Challa nodded as if he understood. “Alright.”

In which Steve and Bucky both figure out how to be a person again, and it still takes them over 130 years.

Zhelaniye by Nonymos

That’s not something he can truly accept, but maybe he has to anyway.


Prompt: Harry uses sectumsempra on Draco. Draco and reader are dating. Reader finds him in the restroom instead of Snape

Requested by: @humannoodlesoup thanks 💕 hope you like it

Warnings: possible death?

Y/n: your name bf/n: best friends name l/n: last name


It started out with an “im fine” but you knew something was wrong with Draco. After all, you two have been dating for a few months now.

Looking across to the Slytherin table you saw him. His hair no longer combed or slicked back but in a mess as of he ran his fingers through it a lot. He looked more pale than usual, if that was even possible and the dark bags under his eyes indicated that he rarely got any sleep.

Just seeing him like that made you want to help him but he wouldnt let you in.

“Hey y/n are you gonna finish that?”

You turned to your bestfriend bf/n then glanced down at your breakfast.

“Um, no you can have it.”

When you turned to look at Draco you couldn’t see him anywhere. You looked all around but all you saw was Harry walking in a fast manner towards the door. Your suspicion got the best of you, knowing Harry and Draco had problems with eachother, so you got up to follow Harry.

In the hall hiding behind the corner you peeked and saw Harry walk into the boys restroom. Suddenly you heard yelling followed by some crashes.

Quickly you ran in just in time to see Harry point his wand at Draco “SECTUMSEMPRA!”

Before you could react Draco had already collapsed. You shoved Harry out of the way and ran to Draco’s side not caring that you kneeled in the pool of blood. Tears fell down your cheeks

“No, no, no! Draco baby, wake up!”

He wasn’t responding. You turned to Harry “Don’t just stand there help me carry him to the Hospital wing!!”

You carried his legs while Harry carried his head and upper body. Arriving at the Hospital wing, Maddam Pomfrey immediately got you help.

“Oh my, I don’t even want to know what happened, put him on the bed dears.”

Placing Draco on the bed you turned to Harry.

“What were you thinking! You could of killed him!”

“I-Im sorry, I just- I….”

Shaking your head you sighed

“Just leave please, I think you’ve done enough.”

“Ms. yl/n, Mr. Malfoy should be okay. You brought him just in time. He needs to rest a bit but he is to wake up soon.”

You gave her a quiet thank you before pulling up a chair beside his bed. Grabbing his hand and intertwining it with yours. He felt so cold, almost as if he was dead. You wish you were the one in this bed and not him but you couldn’t do anything. All you could do was wait.

Exhausted from crying you laid your head on the bedside and drifted off into a deep sleep.


You felt a sensation on your head as if someone was running their hand through it.

wait? what?

You sat up in realiziation and saw Draco awake.

“Hey love.”

You carefully hugged him, trying not to sqeeze him so tight for he could still be in pain.

“ I could of stopped him but I-I was too late and the blood was everywhere a-and you weren’t waking up, I th-thought that you were…”

“Shhh, It’s okay, hey I’m okay.”

He slowly sat up and pulled you away to look at you. A tear made its way down your face and he wiped it away.

“This isn’t your fault okay. I’m sorry. I know I have been distant lately but it’s just family stuff. You know how they are”

Just staring into those gorgeous grey blue eyes you leaned in to kiss him.

“It’s fine I understand. I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what i’d do if anything happened to you. Merlin’s beard, I love you.”

“ I love you too.”

For the rest of the day you two cuddled and talked for hours never letting go of eachother. Eventually you guys fell asleep. Maddam Pomfrey had came to tell you that it was time to go back to your dorm untill she saw you asleep with Draco. Smiling slightly she thought

young love…very sweet

She let it slide and left you asleep with Draco just for the night. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..  

A/n so this was my first requested imagine from @humannoodlesoup ! I hope you liked it and that it was what you imagined💕 bai

A Basic Sleep Spell

(I designed this charm for my cousin and thought I’d share it here since I see a lot of pagans/witches asking about basic practical magick.)

What the spell does

This charm will help you make a sleep sachet to help yourself (or a friend) fall asleep quickly, avoid nightmares, and wake up feeling refreshed.

You will need

  • At least one unscented candle. Suggested colors: white or pale purple/lavender
  • Oil to anoint the candle. Suggested oils: lavender, clary sage.
  • A plate or stand for the candle (to catch the melted wax/oil)
  • Your favorite lullaby or soothing poem (you will need to sing/recite this, so it’s helpful if you just have it memorized)
  • A small mesh or solid cloth drawstring bag. Suggested materials: fine netting, pale blue or purple cloth, or prints of things that remind you of restful sleep, such as moons and stars or cats*
  • Loose herbs for filling the satchel:
    • lavender (lavandula officinalis)
    • cedar (Thuja plicata)
    • mugwort (artemisia vulgaris)
  • A small crystal or gemstone for the sachet. Suggested stones: quartz, citrine
  • Enough time for your candles to burn down completely

What to do

Fill the bag with the herbs and drop the stone in (careful, cedar is sharp and may poke through the cloth!). Press the sachet in your hands to mix and crush the herbs together. Set it aside for now.

Place the candle on the plate, anoint it with the oil, and light it. Hold the sachet in the smoke while repeating the following incantation nine times (more if it takes you a while to focus; nine is just a handy number that’s easy to remember):

“May sleep come easily. May your dreams be kind. May you wake rested and always on time.”

As you state the incantation, focus your energy into the sachet. It is best to focus on positive but calm feelings. You want to infuse the sachet with loving (for your friend or for your own spirit) and protective energies. Imagine your energy and positive thoughts flowing from your mind and your heart, down your arms, and into the sachet.

While still focusing your energy, sing your favorite lullaby or recite a soothing poem.

Once the lullaby/poem is done, repeat the following incantation three times (more if needed):

“As I have said, so mote it be. May no harm come to thee/me.”

Place the bag near the candles (on the same plate if possible, but don’t set it in the wax or oil puddles). At this point, the charm is nearly complete. Allow the candles to burn down and go out naturally. You do not need to take action during this time, but for safety’s sake, do not leave lit candles unattended. Once the candles have burned out, the charm is complete.

The sachet should be placed beneath the pillow or near the bed of the person it was made for. The herbs may eventually need to be replaced, but the stone can be cleansed, recharged, and reused.

Extra Notes

You can personalize the sachet easily by adding special stones or even small figures. However, consider anything you add carefully – you don’t want to put something in that could be counterproductive (for instance, black tea leaves are a stimulant and wouldn’t be appropriate for this charm).

I used a cat-shaped candle, a cat-shaped candle holder, and a “good dreams” oil from a local Santeria shop instead of lavender oil. These things are not strictly necessary – the spell should work fine with a plain white candle and any soothing oil – but they complemented my intentions and helped me focus and amplify my energy as needed.


* Cats sleep 16 hours a day. If anyone has mastered sleep, it’s cats.

A Typical Saturday Morning

My first one-shot: I wondered what it would be like if the kids watched Saturday morning cartoons together and, well, here we are! Let me know what you think! :)

On a Friday night in the spring of 1985, after a grueling campaign of Dungeons and Dragons, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and El all stayed the night at Mike’s house. El slept in the fort that Mike always left up for her, Mike just outside of it in a sleeping bag, while the others were scattered around the basement floor in the sleeping bags that they’d started leaving there in the basement because they stayed over so often. As usual, Mike and El took longer to fall asleep, at least until they each grabbed the other’s hand and peacefully drifted off.

The next morning came quickly and as usual, Dustin appointed himself the official alarm clock of the group and violently shook each of the three boys awake.

“Okay fine, sleep,” he whispered loudly, narrowly dodging Lucas’ swinging fist as they all groaned. “I’m going upstairs to catch Super Friends.” Lucas and Will rolled, grumbling, out of their sleeping bags and trudged upstairs after him, but Mike stayed behind, taking a few extra moments to gently shake El awake.

“Hey El, the guys are going upstairs to watch cartoons. You want to come?” Still half-asleep, she frowned, confused.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he whispered patiently, smiling at the look on her face that said she doubted anything could be more fun than going back to sleep. But after a moment, she nodded, took his hand, and followed him upstairs.

When they reached the living room, Dustin and Lucas were already embroiled in a battle over the remote control.

“A few minutes ago you wanted to go back to sleep!” Dustin shouted, trying to pry Lucas’ hands off the remote.

“Well, I’m up now!” Lucas growled back, pulling the remote away and taking Dustin, who wasn’t letting go without a fight, with it. “If you have the remote, all we’ll be watching is Muppet Babies!”

“What?! Yeah, right!” Dustin scoffed. He turned to Mike. “MIKE! It’s your house! Who gets the remote?”

“I don’t care, just shut up and stop fighting! You’ll wake up my parents!”

The struggle paused for a moment and Will took the opportunity to jump up from the recliner and grab the remote with a triumphant laugh. Dustin and Lucas glared at each other before finally sitting down next to each other in front of the TV set.

“’Muppet Babies’? Really? What the heck, man?” Dustin whispered to Lucas, who threw his hands up in an exasperated shrug.

Mike rolled his eyes and sat down next to El on the couch. They were all used to Saturday mornings like this.

Will turned on the television set. The theme from “Super Friends” had already started to play and as always, El was riveted. The first time she’d watched with the boys, the music and bright colors had been jarring, but now it was exciting, especially as the characters that jumped and flew across the screen were becoming more and more familiar to her. The boys all grinned at her when the announcer boomed, “The Legendary SUPER POWERS Show!” She shyly returned a smile and curled her legs up under her. They still called her their “superhero” and it made her smile.

After the first hour, Dustin stood up and walked to the kitchen. “You guys hungry?” he called over his shoulder. “Hellooo?” The only response he got was Mike jumping up from the couch as if he’d been shocked and whispering a hurried “I’ll be right back” before running into the kitchen and sliding to a stop on sock feet next to Dustin.

“Wow, you must be pretty hungry,” Dustin laughed, opening the fridge.

“I’m not, I just - almost forgot – something…” he faltered.

“Okay,” Dustin shrugged. “Hey, there’s some chicken from last night in here. How about that?”

“I don’t care, can you just move already?” Mike said, bouncing from one foot to the other, obviously in a big rush.

“Okay, okay, geez, Mike! Sorry!” He shook his head and shut the fridge, walking back into the living room with the bowl of chicken, passing it around before he sat back down.  

Mike came back a few minutes later with a plate of Eggos, which he very casually handed to El with a quick, “Here you go,” before sitting down and paying very close attention to the show, his ears pink.

“D’awwwwww,” Lucas teased. A glare from Mike didn’t let him say anything else, although he and the other two grinned knowingly at each other.

“Thank you, Mike,” El said quietly.

“Oh. Sure.” Mike shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably once she smiled at him.

After a few hours, Karen Wheeler came downstairs with a sleepy Holly, followed closely by her husband, Ted, who made a beeline for the fridge. He opened it, but then paused, staring into it. He turned to his wife and opened his mouth as if to say something, looked back into the fridge, then turned back to her again. Finally, he scoffed out an “Eh,” closed the fridge, and dejectedly grabbed an apple before retreating behind his newspaper at the dining room table.

Karen rolled her eyes and had to stifle a laugh when she recognized the empty bowl in Dustin’s lap that had been full of chicken when she put it in the fridge last night. Aha.

Seeing all five of the kids together again warmed her heart, and she smiled fondly as she noticed each of them starting to nod off. The events of a little over a year ago were still hard for her to wrap her head around: government conspiracies, faked deaths, monsters? That last part especially was mind-boggling. But what stood out in her memory the most was how helpless and heartbroken she had felt when Mike held onto her as if for dear life the night they had all found out that Will was “dead” or when Mike had sobbed as if his own heart had broken into a million pieces the night the little girl now sitting next to him on their couch had disappeared. Knowing that those government men were responsible for her son’s pain both times made her blood boil, but there was nothing she could do about that now, although if she ever got her hands on any of those government “officials” again… Well. All that mattered now was that all of them were safe and together again. To be honest, she didn’t want to know all the details of what happened to Will or even the little girl whose name was a number. “We call her El, for short,” Mike had told her, giddy with excitement and relief, when she had come back only a few months ago in the fall of 1984. Now she was living with the Byers, but she was here just as much as there, taking every opportunity she could to see Mike. It didn’t surprise Karen at all; Mike was awfully protective of El and was always so lovingly gentle with her, as if she were made of glass. It was obvious the both of them cared about each other, even though they were both so young. She could see it in the way they looked at each other and smiled and were always reluctant to leave each other’s side. Even now, looking into the living room, she could see that they had fallen asleep, El with her head on Mike’s shoulder and his head gently resting on top of hers. She felt her eyes tear up, her heart swelling in her chest.

She shook her head and sighed. She poured Holly and herself some orange juice and started preparing breakfast. She was just glad she didn’t have to see Mike waking up every morning with dark circles and red-rimmed eyes anymore. If she never had to see that again, she’d be one happy mother.

Back in the living room, Dustin yawned and dragged his eyes away from the screen. Suddenly, he slapped Lucas in the arm and Will in the leg, both of whom frowned and glared at him before realizing he was raising his eyebrows and grinning his signature grin at Mike and El asleep on the couch. They all covered their mouths to muffle their laughter before mouthing huge, exaggerated “AWWW”s at each other. They all knew how Mike and El felt about each other. They weren’t stupid. They were just glad Mike was happy again and especially glad that El was back home and safe. They’d all missed her, even Will, once they’d told him about her. He’d only seen her once, when he was in the Upside Down, and he couldn’t remember her very clearly. Not that he wanted to remember anything about that place very clearly. But once he’d met her, it was as if they’d been friends their whole lives. She was one of them now. They only teased Mike because they got such a kick out of watching their Dungeon Master turn the color of a fire engine. It never bothered El.

Will let an audible snicker slip out and clapped his hand back over his mouth, wide-eyed as El stirred. The combination of El’s movement and Dustin and Lucas’ badly-contained snickering at Will’s panic woke Mike. Lucas caught his eye and sighed dramatically, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping both hands over his heart before collapsing into laughter.

“Shut up, Lucas,” Mike hissed, blushing profusely. “You’ll wake El up!” He looked over at her and sighed in relief to see that she was still asleep, looking extremely peaceful. She smiled in her sleep and his stomach flipped over. He waited until the others had gone back to watching the television before allowing himself to smile bashfully, his face still warm. He stayed as still as possible, not wanting to wake her up, or worse, make her take her head off his shoulder and move away. It was probably stupid, but he felt better just having her next to him. Even with the guys teasing him, he felt happier than he had in a really long time. Because El was here. And she was okay. She was ALIVE. And here watching dorky cartoons with all of them.

When he’d first seen her in November at the Byers’ house, he hadn’t known whether to laugh or cry or what so he’d just run to her and hugged her as tight as he could. It had only been a year, but it had felt like forever. He’d wondered if she would even remember him at all or… if she would even feel the same way he did about her. But she’d hugged him just as tightly and whispered, “Mike, I missed you.” It made him feel like someone had hit him on the back of the head and he’d been so lightheaded, he was still surprised he’d been able to say anything. But he did say something: “I missed you too, El.”

When they pulled away, he saw that she’d been crying. With a start, he’d realized his own eyes were wet too. They’d both laughed shakily, realizing that everyone was watching them: Dustin, Lucas, Will, Chief Hopper, Jonathon, Will’s mom… and she was crying too.  

It had been almost five months since then and every time he saw El, he felt just as happy to see her, maybe even more because it reminded him that it wasn’t one of his dreams: she really was here.

El started to move and opened her eyes, looking up at Mike.

“Sorry, El, did I wake you up?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh.” A grin spread across his face and his stomach did another backflip. “Oh, okay.”

And she didn’t move her head from off his shoulder.    

whatever you do, don’t imagine henber:

- actually moving in together

- cooking breakfast for each other (mostly henry tho bc amber likes sleeping in)

- cuddling on the couch

- dancing to taylor swift in the middle of the afternoon

- fighting over the last piece of pizza

- getting inTO tiCKLE FIGHTS

- shopping for dog stuff for jackjack 


- “let’s watch kingsman” “again? you’ve watched that thing for a million times already!” “hey i didn’t complain when you made me watch frozen with you for like a bajillion times” “……fine”

- amber taking 23542584590 pictures of henry sleeping

- henry slipping amber’s favorite snacks into her bag before she goes to work

- amber wearing one of henry’s old t-shirts/hoodies



- henry waking amber up in the middle of the night because he just had a great idea for a song and oh my god we need to write this now i’ll buy you mcdonald’s afterwards i promise

- one of them throwing gummy bears and the other trying to catch it with their mouth 

- amber catching henry singing to jackjack

- amber randomly singing/shouting “I’M TOO HOT” and henry answers with “HOT DAMN” from the other room

- cleaning the apartment together but getting nothing done because henry keeps wanting to have sword fights using the mop

okay on second thought, please do imagine them and suffer with me

How Could You Do That?

* Aaron Burr × Reader
* 347: you can’t just sit on the sidelines your while life!
* 359: you got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?
* Modern

A/N: alright, I stayed up to post this and now I’ll only get like 3 and a half hours of sleep. And I’m sorry about how I wrote Jefferson again, he gets the short end of the stick since he’s a ladies man.

“Alexander, you can’t keep dragging me to these things.” You whined.

“Fine. There’s a library down the street. Go there if you want.” He said as he shut off his car.

“I will.” You said as you grabbed your bag and left the car. Your brother had a Congress meeting and usually made you accompany him to them. He started up the steps and you walked into the direction of the library. As you walked you were passed by a man on his cell phone.

His shoulders knocked into yours but he only continued walking. “Pardon me.” You said coldly as we got further from you. You got to the library I looked through some books and checked out one. You read it through a good portion of it before Alexander texted you and told you to head back to the meeting building. You asked why he couldn’t come pick you up just to be an annoying sister and headed back all the same.

You climbed up the steps and into the building. Alexander saw you and offered you a small wave and turned back to Washington, explaining some plan. You glanced around the room looking for anyone you knew. You noticed someone, you just didn’t know his name.

“Um hello.” You said tentatively.

“Oh hi.” He said. He was tall and thin, but not scrawny, his suit fit his body well. His hair was shaved, leaving only a shadow of where it was. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ve met you.”

“Oh if course. I’m Y/N, Alexander’s younger sister.”

“Your Hamilton’s sister? Well I’m Aaron Burr. I’m only a senator.” He looked you over. “I knew you looked familiar. I’m terribly sorry, did I run into this morning.”

“Yes you did.” You confirmed.

“I must apologize. I really didn’t mean to. You see, I was trying to get to this meeting on time while also trying to figure out logistics of a new plan.” He said sincerely.

“Oh alright. I was a little mad but that was a kind apology so I do forgive you.” You said with a smile. “So this plan?”

“Oh well, avoiding specifics, I don’t agree with it. However, everyone else likes it. I should say something but I’d rather not speak against the group.” He said shrugging.

“You can’t just sit on the sidelines your whole life!” You exclaimed in shock. “State your opinion. You never know, maybe some people will agree with you.”

“Y/N!” Alexander called for you so you could leave.

“Goodbye Aaron.” You told him.

“Goodbye. It was a pleasure to meet you.” He told you.

“Likewise.” You told him. You walked out and met Alexander by your car. “Ready?”

“Yup.” He opened his door and slid in behind the wheel. “So I saw you talking to Burr…” He began.

“Aaron, yes. Why?” You asked.

“Uh I don’t know. I just really don’t like him.” He told you. “He goes against me on almost every issue.”

“Oh come on! Do you even know him? He seemed very nice.” You argued.

“Uh well I guess not. He just weirds me out.” He admitted.

“You are so immature.” You told him.

“I can’t believe it!” Alexander exclaimed after the next meeting.

“What?” You asked.

“Burr spoke against a plan of mine and it started ripples! Many other members went against it as well and now it was booted!” He was angry.

“Oh…” you said with some realization as you shut your book.

“What?” He asked you.

“I may have said something to Aaron about saying something against a plan he didn’t like.” You quickly added. “In my defense I didn’t know it was your plan.”

“Great. Way to go. No my plan was shot down.” He was really mad now.

“Alexander, I really didn’t know but if people were against it maybe it’s not the best idea ever.” You tested.

“But it would’ve been great for our debt.” He argued. He went to his room to write more. You logged into your Facebook and looked up Aaron. You found him and added him as a friend. He responded a few minutes later. You messaged him and asked to meet for coffee and he agreed.

You sat waiting for Aaron and when he walked in you smiled and waved. He did the same and went to order coffee. He sat down with his cup. From the strong scent you could tell it was black coffee. “I’ll admit I was surprised to hear from you. Not upset, happy actually, but surprised no the less.”

“Happy?” You asked him.

“From the few moments we talked I could tell you were strong willed and smart. I’m glad you asked me so I didn’t have to decipher if you would be willing to go get supper sometime.” He said sheepishly.

“Well obviously I was very willing.” You said with a smile. You took a sip of your coffee before asking, “So did you take my advice?”

“Indeed I did. I spoke against the plan and so many others opposed it as well but worried about being the only one to reject it. So the plan never hit the floor for discussion.” He was smiling about it.

“My brother’s plan you mean?” You asked. His smile fell.

“Ah yes. I do admit it was Alexander’s plan. However it was poorly thought out.”

“Well, I honestly don’t care.” He looked at you bewildered. “My brother’s plans don’t interest me, much less whether they pass or not. The only issue is dealing with him when he’s pissed they didn’t pass.”

“Oh I’m sorry for forcing that on you.” He apologized.

“Does anyone tell you that you apologize a lot?” You asked with a teasing smile.

“No but I’m sorry about it.” He said with a bright smile.

You got home from coffee, Aaron’s number now saved in your phone. He asked you to dinner in a few days and of course you said yes.

“Where were you?” Alexander asked from the couch.

“Out.” Was all you said.

“Oh did someone have a date?” He asked teasingly.

“Yes someone did.” You said and looked back him with a smirk.

“Wait! With who?!” He asked. You just laughed and shut the door on your brother. A few minutes later your phone pinged notifying you to a message from Eliza.

‘Alexander said you had a date!’

‘Well I had coffee.’ You sent back a vague reply.

'With who?!’ You could practically hear her excited shouts.

'His name is Aaron Burr.’ You finally admitted. You heard nothing more from Eliza but then Alexander burst into your room.

“You had coffee with Aaron Burr?!” He asked shocked. You just laughed at him again.

“But why are you going to dinner with him?” You brother wined. He was sitting on your bed while you fixed your hair and did your makeup.

“Because he’s nice and I like him.” You told him.

“But why Burr? Of all people why did you have to like Burr?”

“Because you hate him.” You said sarcastically. “Look Aaron is nice and you don’t know him outside of the Congress hall.”

He sighed. “Fine I guess you’re right. I support you in this relationship then.”

You smiled and turned away from your mirror. “Well, how do I look?” You asked.

Alexander smiled at you. “You look great. Go have a good time.” You told you.

“Be back soon.” You told him.

“Forgive me if I don’t wait up.” He told you jokingly.

“I am coming home tonight.” You assured him.

“Uh huh…”

You met Aaron at the restaurant. “You look lovely this evening.” He said.

“Thank you.” You told him blushing at the compliment. “You look great as well.” He was wearing dark jeans with a grey tee shirt and a black jacket over top.

You sat and had dinner. Aaron paid for you and you guys talked the whole time. You guys got along great and you were pleased you agreed to dinner. Afterwards he walked you to your car.

“I had a lovely time Y/N.” He told you.

“Me too.” You said with a smile. You both stood there awkwardly before you decided to take the risk. You stepped up on your toes and pressed a soft and quick kiss to his lips. You pulled back only a fraction before Aaron wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back in for a hungry kiss. You pulled back, panting for air. Aaron’s eyes were still closed.

“I love you Y/N.” He said. He didn’t dare open his eyes and face rejection.

“Aaron.” You said softly. You pressed a hand to his cheek and he opened his eyes to look at you. “I love you too.” A huge smile spread across his face and caused you to smile back as well. He kissed you once more.

The following months were outstanding. Aaron was absolutely amazing and loving. He even came over a few times and Alexander begrudgingly admitted that he wasn’t bad.

Then Alexander made a few deals to get his plan on floor discussion and passed.

“Ha ha!” He exclaimed after one meeting. You had stayed home but we’re waiting for Aaron to come take you to a late lunch.


“I got my plan passed!”

“How did you do that?” You asked him.

“A few deals here and there. It’s no big deal really.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” You inquired.

“Not technically.” He argueed.

“I worry about you sometimes.” You admitted.

“Oh but no need. It passed!” He was practically celebrating in the living room. A car horn beeped and you grabbed your purse. “Who’s that?”

“It’s Aaron. We’re going to get some lunch.”

“Oh well have fun.” He told you.

You got in the car and you could tell that Aaron was mad. You didn’t dare ask why, after all you knew why and Congress was always a touchy topic. Lunch was tense though. And he walked you up to your door as he’d done countless times before.

You sighed. “OK let it out.” You told him


“You’re pissed. I know why but let off some steam.” You told him.

“Trust me, I’m keeping it bottled up for a reason.”

“Why?” You asked. “That’s not exactly a smart idea.”

“I don’t want to say anything to make you mad.”

You paused. “Like what?” You asked. He scoffed. “No really? What is so horrible that you think I won’t forgive you?” You challenged.

“You want to know? Fine.” The anger was practically rolling off of him. “Your bastard brother made practically illegal deals and his plan gets passed! It’s a shity plan and this whole country is gonna suffer because a worthless and attention seeking brat just needed his plan passed!”

“Wow.” You said shocked. “I can see why you’d keep those frankly awful opinions to yourself. I’m glad you told me though. At least this way you were honest the last time we ever spoke. My brother is a great man and clearly your just pissed that he did something while you sat to the side. Goodbye Aaron.” With that you went inside and slammed the door.

That was infuriating. Who knew that’s how he really felt about your brother? How did he really feel about you? The realization of what you just did finally hit you. You slid down against the door, tears spilling down your cheeks. He deserved it and you couldn’t stand for him saying things like that about your family. But it still hurt like hell.

Angelica was a great friend who gave bad advice when it came to men. She advised getting with another guy to show Aaron you moved on. You still hurt from ending it but he went one step too far. You don’t know why you listened to Angelica’s advice. It didn’t seem like a good idea but the next time you were at a Congress meeting and saw Aaron you wanted to make him mad.

He cast you a sad look, according to Alexander he’d been out of character since your break up. You held you head high and scanned the room like you had when you met him. Then you spied a bright magenta coat. Jefferson. Alexander complained about him often, he claimed he was a ladies man. Actually he said man-whore but that’s not the point. You doubt he would reject your company.

“Hello. You must be Thomas.” You said to him. He looked you up and down.

“I must be. I must regretfully admit that I don’t know you.” He said.

“Y/N.” You told him and held out a hand to shake.

“Y/N, it’s a great pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand but brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it without breaking eye contact. Archaic but effective in flirting. You spoke a bit more and he got your number before you left with Alexander.

“Jefferson really?” He asked on the ride home. “You really know how to pick 'em.”

“What’s wrong with him?” You asked.

“Listen, I’m not gonna tell you not to see him but just don’t let him break your heart.” He told you.

“Hard to break something that’s already broken.” You muttered so he could hear it.

You relationship with Jefferson was way different then your relationship with Aaron.

Aaron and you were in love. It was sweet and steady and left you feeling light headed.

You weren’t in love with Thomas, more like infatuated. It wasn’t love that kept your relationship together, it was physical contact. It seemed like every time you visited him, it ended with the both of you losing your clothing.

Alexander was getting sick of you never coming home at night. “At least Aaron always brought you home.” He complained one morning.

“Well I’m dating Thomas now, not Aaron.” You snapped.

“You were in a more pleasant mood too.” He said. You huffed and took another bite of your breakfast. You swallowed it and went to take another bite but dropped your spoon as your stomach flipped. You pressed a hand to your lips as bile filled your mouth. “Y/N?” Alexander asked worried when he noticed. You jumped from your chair and ran for the bathroom. You emptied your breakfast into the toilet. Alexander held your hair and rubbed your back.

You flushed the toilet and leaned back as you finished. “Are you alright?” Alexander asked and looked at you worriedly.

“I think so.” You said. “I’m just gonna go lay down.” You figured it was just some bug and would pass.

Then you threw up a few days later. It was in the morning before you had even eaten anything. You groaned when a though hit you. You couldn’t be.

You took a test and paced the small tiled bathroom for the longest three minutes of your life. You finally chanced a look at the test.


How were supposed to tell Alexander? How were you supposed to tell Thomas…? You knew he liked the process of making kids, not having them.

“I can’t believe this.” You brother groaned. “And with Jefferson no less!” You sat on the couch looking at your feet while he paced back in forth in front of you. Needless to say, he didn’t take it well. “How on earth did this happen?”

“Uh I think you know that Alexander.” You joked to lighten the mood.

“Don’t get cute.” He warned. “I mean, it’s Thomas’ you’re sure? It couldn’t be Aaron’s?”

“No. We’ve been apart for months now, I would’ve been showing. Besides we never…well you know.” You shrugged.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked.

“Well I’m having this kid. Whether Thomas is at my side or not. You’ll help me no matter what right?” You asked him

“Of course.”

“Sorry but that’s not possible.” Jefferson told you when you stopped him outside the Congress meeting before he left. You were outside and away from all the members of the group. Well most of them. Aaron had walked out and paused when he saw you talking to Jefferson. He was behind you and you were unaware of his presence.

“Um it’s very possible and it happened. I’m pregnant.” You argueed. Aaron’s eyes widened.

“And I’m just supposed to believe it’s mine?” He asked.

“Considering that it is, yes.” You told him. “But if you’re going to have that attitude then you might as well leave now. I didn’t expect you to be father material anyway.”

“Hey if it gets me out of changing diapers at three in the morning, I’m fine with that opinion you have of me.” You glared at him and were ready to leave when a voice stopped you.

“ You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” Aaron stormed down the steps to Jefferson. “How could you do something like that to this amazing woman? Why on earth would you do that and then leave?”

“Because I don’t want to change some kid’s clothes every time he spits up. But she was a good lay.” He said with a smirk. You wanted to hit him. But Aaron did it for you. He punched Thomas in the face and you heard something crack. He turned and faced you.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“He didn’t do anything besides say some nasty things so yeah.” You shrugged.

“Well good.” He stood awkwardly before saying. “Just so you know he’s an idiot. If I was lucky enough to have a kid with you I wouldn’t leave for anything.”

“What?” You asked.

“I’d give anything to start a family with you. If it weren’t for me saying some stupid things when I was mad then I’d still have that chance.”

“Do you really not mean anything you said that day?” You asked him.

“Not a word of it. You were right. I was just jealous that Alexander did something amazing while I was on the bench watching.”

You took a hesitant step forward. He looked at you but didn’t step away. You closed the distance and pressed a hesitant kiss to his lips. He cautiously laid his hands on your back. You both were in a blurry area. You both wanted each other but did know where the other stood. You pulled back and looked at him.

“Aaron, I’m sorry for making the worst decision of my life and breaking up with you. If you’d take me back, even now expecting a child, I’d be the luckiest women ever.” You told him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Your wrong about one thing.” You gave him a confused look. “I’m the lucky one here. Of course I’ll take you back, in a heartbeat. And I’m more then OK with helping you raise a child.” He said with a smile. The tears you were holding back fell down your cheeks.

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

Steve Rogers stares up at the man kneeling beside him. What the actual hell?

He’d gotten home later than he wanted, and, seeing that he has a class tomorrow at six in the morning, immediately went to bed. Well, “bed” is too nice of a term. It’s more of a sleeping bag, but he’s planning on getting a mattress, once he has the money, but with college and a crappy part time job, he doesn’t have the cash to make it happen.

His mother doesn’t know about his current situation, thank goodness. Steve doesn’t like how he’s living, but under no circumstances does he want his mom breaking the bank. It’s fine if he has to sleep on the ground for a while, as long as she doesn’t have to keep worrying about money.

Steve expected that he’d wake up tomorrow at five, eat something, and run to his class, as he always does. He hadn’t expected being woken up by a man all in black (Johnny Cash much?), or finding an expression of shock on what he is now realizing is the robber’s face.

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