#I don't know who he'd be talking to but like

[dimeadozencows]

i know he's probably not supposed to be a dog guy but the thought that this super composed sad older man is also a tired puppy is just too much for me to resist

[bananapurincore]

(Phainon, who can't stop bringing you up every second of the day and making you everyone's problem one way or another)

“Mydeimos! That's not very nice to say, is it? Do I really have to pick between ‘getting my tongue ripped out’ or ‘getting my windpipe crushed,’ because neither seem ideal.”

Yes, the prince thinks, he’ll even give Phainon the courtesy of doing both if he hears your name another time. Maybe he’ll put in “snap his neck” to the growing list of punishments he has planned and once that's done, be forced to get creative and add more, but that's in the non-zero chance it does get worse.

Miraculously, it does. Mydei shouldn't have been surprised.

They both put their hands in the Verax Leo, Mydei is decidedly not amused by this from the start, but this was allegedly supposed to be a team effort on their part. The prince doesn't exactly remember the stupid riddle this statue in particular decided to spout out—he does remember every gripe and complain his partner makes in response.

Before, it was “If [Name] were here, how would they’ve tried to solve it…”

“Y'know they always get these puzzles right? Haha, they're just good at everything, I don't know how they do it.”

“[Name] said one time that this was their favorite one to talk to. Which, fine, I think this one's the most fair, but he's also the most annoying, don’t you think?

Now, it's, "Mydei, you still haven't gotten an answer yet? If [Name] were here, they'd already have this figured out!"

The blond feels his whole body twitch. Not just his eyes, or his hand resting in the lion’s maw, or his nose as he tries not to lose his patience entirely. One page of creative reparations won't be enough. He'll need three. Even four.

"Then why didn't you bring [Name] instead of me, Deliverer?!"

Anaxa does not do any form of assigned seating because he knows his students are all adults, even when they don't act like ones.

But for the first time in a long time, he does consider when Hyacine does move to sit down, usually next to Castorice. This isn’t his biggest problem, they’re rather well-behaved on their own; it arises when you sit next to Castorice, and he is sat next to you, that this cursed lineup allows for decreased efficiency on everyone’s part.

But still, he doesn’t believe himself to be that petty (for his standards), the sage has much more proficient ways at getting desired results from his students.

“You,” Anaxa had murmured, leaning in closer to his student’s seat to distribute the work,“Cannot pick the same partner you had last time for this assignment.”

The Heir tilted his head slightly, eyes narrow in thought.

“That's fine,” Phainon assured quickly, “Can I have—”

“No,” He drawled, cutting off his line of thinking, knowing exactly where he was planning to go with it. “In fact, starting today, I've decided you no longer have the option to pick at all.”

This got the boy's attention, prompting the same nervous smile Anaxa remembered he made on the first day. A little pathetic. If not a calculative move (One that likely works on the softhearted, not that he'd know).

“Professor! Let's not be rash. You said this would take weeks to complete, right?”

“I did. And you're not worming yourself out of this, if that's what you're planning. Find someone else that'll humor your nonsense.”

The heretic hears him groan before moving on to the next desk.

✧.*

“You did a fairly decent job. But I can't help but feel as though this isn't aligned with what you normally give me.” The sage sighs, handing the content back. The room was quiet, no other sounds except you and the other girls talking outside the door, waiting for your companion to be dismissed.

“Must've not been using your good eye when you graded this…” The fainter edges of Phainon's silver snow hair dances in the draft flowing through the room, contrasting the disappointed look on his face.

“What was that?”

“Huh? What was what? You're always hearing things, Professor. It scares everyone, including me.” Amusing. Déjà vu, Anaxa is sure he feels. Who else taught him to talk like that?

… No matter. “You don’t think I don’t notice how… disinterested you are when you don’t get what you want?”

“I… don't suppose you'll tell me what that means.” Phainon smiles, as gently as ever (His ears are a different story, the tips flushing with warmth).

“Don’t look so lost. I meant your topic paper, obviously. You're upset because they were random.”

“Right! I just hate not knowing ahead of time.”

Right.

It was one of the casual conversations with the Chrysos Heir that Dan Heng has had frequently with him since arriving. This time, he was treated with some eatery at near the Market that he was thoroughly enjoying, nothing like on any of the other planets he’s been to so far. He had been able to gleam details about everyone else within the Deliverer’s inner circle, and it had eventually fallen to you. At first, they were helpful tidbits, like how they were for the other heirs before you, until they became less and less relevant as the discussion about you went on. Now, for whatever reason, Dan Heng knows exactly what kinds of sweets you like.

“[Name] likes everything cold. Anytime I get them something fresh, they always expect me to chill it first—and I do, of course. Even if it’s right from the oven, they’ll wait for at least half an hour before taking a bite out of it. They prefer ice cream over everything else, so in that regard, they’re pretty easy to shop for.”

Sure, why not. Maybe there’ll be an instance where he’s talking to you and this information can be appropriately applied.

“I’ll make sure to tell Stelle this, it seems they’ve been getting along well, and she’d probably like knowing that,” He responds, “I’m not sure what it is, but she’s been rather intent on impressing them.”

Phainon was chugging his water down mid-sentence, until it reached the end, and he had abruptly stopped. Blue eyes wide as he took the implication in, then narrow with a furrow as his brows as he looked off to the side, tentatively putting the glass down.

“Is that so?”

Oh, if only he knew. Anytime Curtain Hour would fall and Stelle would retreat to the chambers, half of what the trailblazer would talk about would be included, but not limited to, how she found something while taking a “quick” once over at the trash, how she got too full off of dinner and thought she was going to pass out, how she almost fell into the fountain near Kephale’s mural because some child tried to push her in and tried fighting them; and the other half being you.

“Dan Heng, I had the greatest day today, you’ll never guess what happened.”

“… What?”

“You’re so boring, you never try guessing! But whatever, they laughed at something I said. Like, knee-slapping, head on my shoulder, full laugh. It’s super cute, you should hear it one day. Do you wanna guess what I said?”

“No.”

“Ugh!”

“Yes, and we’ve had the honor of meeting a lot of people. I don’t think there’s been another time I’ve seen her as… giggly as she is now.” Which is saying a lot. Stelle giggles at a lot of things.

Phainon laughs quietly, perhaps amused at the notion of this poor outlander falling as much as she has in such a short span of time, or perhaps because of something else the Nameless wasn’t sure he wanted to get into the deeper meaning of for his own sake (Albeit much too late, even alluding towards anything has him caught in something he’s not sure how he got into).

"Mhm, that’s makes sense. I don’t blame her at all for feeling that way towards them. I mean, they’re smart, they always did well in class. It’s a talent, really, that they managed to stay on our professor’s good side for as long as they did. And they have the nicest smile too, don’t you agree? Especially when—"

Dan Heng wishes he never opened this box. Now there’s two of them (And he’s not sure what he got Stelle into, either).

[vxnillabxn]

hey! can i request an x reader with all of the li’s (or just caleb if all 5 are too much ;;) abt an mc who is a bit embarrassed abt having ‘nerdy’ or ‘weird’ hobbies (anime, figures, otome games, etc.)? i’m into lots of those things like many other people in the fandom, but i’ve only recently become more embarrassed abt them TT

love your writing as always 💕💕

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x nerdy gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚embrace whatever makes you happy! (as long as it doesn't hurt others ofc) ᵎᵎ also, i'm not sure if the word "nerdy" is considered bad... at least i use it all the time to describe myself, so uh, if it is, i'm deeply sorry! ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ i added some cute ideas of how they would share those hobbies, too! hope you like it, and thanks for the fun request, pumpkin~ ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he's a nerd. you can't look at him and tell me he isn't. he is obsessed with planes, he will rant about them nonstop, he even has a collection of plane models, okay?

﹙♡﹚so, if you collect figurines, or have posters, dolls or even plushies of your favorite shows, animes or games, he won't mind at all. in fact, he won't get why you feel embarrassed about your favorite stuff!

﹙♡﹚he will ask what you're currently watching, and he will catch up just so you have someone to talk about it with, because he wants to understand why you like something so much, and he loves seeing your eyes lighting up.

﹙♡﹚and yes… even if you're 700+ episodes in, he'll binge-watch them and then talk to you, but don't you dare show him any spoilers, or he'll likely do the same with shows he knows you haven't watched yet.

﹙♡﹚he would actually love to have lazy days with you, just watching or rewatching animes or series with you, because seeing you so entertained and happy makes him happy too.

﹙♡﹚if you are into cosplaying, you can bet he'll ask for a couple cosplay. he gets to be the big, tough character, though, only to show off his biceps.

﹙♡﹚if you feel shy about admitting your favorite shows, games or comics to other people, he'll chime in and talk about his nerdy likes first, so you too feel reassured to share.

﹙♡﹚do be careful around otome games, though… he'll find out about them, and he won't be thrilled, especially since you literally have him? right there? not on your screen? pipsqueak please—

﹙♡﹚if you do play them, however, expect him to be looking and clenching his jaw, talking about how corny the characters are, and how he's sooooo much better.

﹙♡﹚—he'll celebrate with you if you get SSR+ cards, though, especially if he sees you spending lots for it… but act blind. you didn't see anything.—

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh man. even if you try to hide your hobbies or favorite things from him, he'll find out. he'll want to know what makes you smile so much, what makes you squeal, cry, scream… let him in!

﹙♡﹚i feel he wouldn't understand the hype at first… unless he sees the artwork or if you accidentally show him the art forums. if he understands the vision, the colors, the animation/drawing style… then he's in.

﹙♡﹚he's very likely to become famous on patreon for his fanarts, too. make sure to manage his earnings well, hehe. (exploit him if you must)

﹙♡﹚he'll also draw you in different styles, whether you want him to do so with one of your favorite games or one of your favorite animes, he's got you.

﹙♡﹚he'll find himself putting on your favorite shows as he paints as background noise, or have you spoil him about what happens; he loves when you feel reassured and ramble about the things you feel passionate about.

﹙♡﹚and no, he can't wait two seasons to find out the ending, nor will he wait for the manga/spoilers to be leaked online. tell him now, or make up something.

﹙♡﹚also, i know he would adore dressing you up and helping you with your makeup and wigs if you cosplay. he'll go with you to different conventions to help you touch up, and also to help you feel confident. he's such a sweetheart.

﹙♡﹚buuuut, he'd love for you to ask him to cosplay with you! the pictures he would take of the two of you? endless, majestic, museum-worthy.

﹙♡﹚if someone dares shame you for your hobbies, he'll give the shadiest side-eye ever, because what do you mean people are still shaming others to this day…? get a life.

﹙♡﹚do not let him play the same games as you, especially if they are competitive. this fishy boy will not let you rest, and if you win against him or surpass him? you'll face his tantrums for days.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚his attention is piqued when you start hiding your figurines, posters or favorite comics whenever he's around.

﹙♡﹚is there something you don't want him to see? trust me, no genre, game, show or comic you're into will scare him away, nor make him feel like you're ridiculous.

﹙♡﹚he wants to know everything, he wants you to share things with him, even if you feel like he won't like them. —he'll end up being a shoujo fan, i know he would.

﹙♡﹚if you play games until late… he also plays video games, and he doesn't sleep at night, so you quite literally have the perfect partner, and he is very good at playing, too.

﹙♡﹚also, you'll soon become one of those gaming accounts you hate. yeah, those that have all the skins, all the guns, all the cards, all the collectibles… those that are leveled up to the max, and that you just know spent thousands to get there.

﹙♡﹚or even worse; one of those fans that has all the books, all the plushies, all the figurines, posters and even the VA's personalized signatures.

﹙♡﹚because his credit card is yours, and he'll encourage you to spend on games and hobbies with no shame. indulge yourself a little, kitten.

﹙♡﹚he'll also let you have a room for all of your collectibles or mangas/books. display your most precious treasures, sweetie. he'll be proud.

﹙♡﹚if you feel embarrassed about being seen at anime conventions, or any events regarding your favorite things, he'll definitely organize something private for you and your friends to still enjoy without the unnecessary attention.

﹙♡﹚but truly, you don't need to feel embarrassed, not when your boyfriend will happily indulge in what you like, and will always make you accept what makes you happy, unapologetically so.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚baby's an avid reader, just slide a manga or comic into his hands and he'll start reading and looking at the pictures, too.

﹙♡﹚or, print the lore and theories from one of your favorite games and hand them to him. he'll link everything up and, without noticing it, point out the flaws or debunk some fan theories in no time.

﹙♡﹚that is probably the best way to get him into the things you like, without him saying he's too tired to binge-watch or to understand what's going on.

﹙♡﹚he's probably the most calm about your hobbies. he won't understand why you feel embarrassed about them, if they make you feel so happy and distract you from those stressful days.

﹙♡﹚he will, however, throw a fuss about otome games. yes, he's jealous. no, don't laugh at him. what do you mean they can “call” you? and why are characters saying lovey-dovey things through your screen? not on his watch—

﹙♡﹚if you play your cards right, you can get him to play video games with you. especially if they are rpg or medieval-coded.

﹙♡﹚yes, give him those knights, dragons, kings, queens, elves, castles… he'll be in a trance, making sure to skill up aggressively —if he remembers to log in.

﹙♡﹚although, he'll also just enjoy being by your side whenever you are watching, reading or playing something. he'll curl up against you, even if you shift too much, scream, yell or squeal in joy.

﹙♡﹚seeing you being so carefree and happy whenever you do something you genuinely enjoy makes him incredibly happy.

﹙♡﹚so, even when he doesn't necessarily participate as actively as you do in your hobbies, just know you have someone to rant with, and who will always consider them just as valid and important as you do.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚give him some time, okay? he's trying his best to keep up with your hobbies and all the things you like.

﹙♡﹚obviously, he'll smile like a fool whenever he sees you enjoying a show, a game, or if you are actively reading something with so much passion. why are you so cute?

﹙♡﹚but slow down when talking about characters. he is still getting the hang of it, and he is also mentally relating them to their corresponding fandoms.

﹙♡﹚he's totally the type of man to add an “s” to things, like… “is he one of the kaikyuus?” or “is that one your shingekis?” an old man at heart, truly.

﹙♡﹚he remembers every single thing you mention, though, and he'll surprise you by buying some things for you here and there, just so you feel further validated about your likes.

﹙♡﹚during his free time, if you're not there with him, he'll watch a show you like, so he can talk about it when he comes home to you. also, it reminds him of you, and doing something that makes you so happy fills his heart with warmth, sugar, flowers, and everything in between.

﹙♡﹚if you collect figurines or plushies, the man will look up how to keep them clean. he'll use some tools to dust them off, and leave them shiny or good as new.

﹙♡﹚he'll make space for your comics, mangas or books in his bookshelves, and you can definitely fill them up if you must. after all, he only displays important and meaningful books for him, and yours are exactly that.

﹙♡﹚and feel free to decorate his office, too. put posters up, cardboard figures, keychains, drawings, anything.

﹙♡﹚he'll never feel embarrassed to explain that's what his love likes, and therefore, he enjoys it too. no, it's not childish nor embarrassing; it's part of you, and there's nothing about you that he doesn't like.

[thelawfulchaotic]

Okay, what the fuck. How was I supposed to know that the most famous Russian literature is crammed end to end with kindness, understanding, and mercy? That it orbits in arcs (with Dostoevsky especially) around the most broken and hideous parts of human nature, then in doing so shows you the thread that connects every person, the suffering that leads to suffering, and then says they aren't the ones who are grotesque, it is the world that made them this way, it is the grotesquerie in all of us. That all the evil in this world comes from people, but so does all the good.

And that even petty spite for its own sake is a greater freedom than promised by scientific rationalism and neoliberal enlightened self-interest. Even spite has the seeds of compassion. Every human is worthy of our understanding. The meaning you attain in life is what you bring to it. Meaning is beyond scaffolding of logic and socialism. It is beyond thoughts. It is beyond justifications. It is beyond love.

Reading a little about Dostoevsky's life, I also think (once the context were explained a little) he'd be all about public defenders. That guy was literally led to a scaffold and prepared for execution, then reprieved at the last minute and sent to hard labor prison for four years. That is fucked beyond words and he came out of it with love and mercy and horrors all together flowing out of his... pen? Typewriter? What was the state of bookwriting technology around then? Fuck it I don't know.

What I'm saying is that literally everything I talk about here is in Dostoevsky's books. It's not like I thought I was the first person to discover the wisdom in these ideas, but to find it so lovingly and intricately grown in a place far in time and space is awe-inspiring. It's a very small feeling and a very big feeling at the same time.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Johnny, Bee, Jaehyun, Sweets and the double date! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Johnny watched as Bee pulled her thumbnail between her teeth for the nth time as they walked to the restaurant. He wants to pout, complain, whine, and throw a fit about his girlfriend pulling her hand out of his hold... again. He keeps his mouth shut though. It's clear as day that she's beyond nervous. He'd told her that she has nothing to be nervous about, but it didn't quell her anxiety.

In her own mind, she's freaking out. Meeting her boyfriend's best friend, meeting his girlfriend, the frat sweetheart at that... it was a lot. And Sweetheart was a force to be reckoned with. All the guys loved her and spoke so highly of her.

The restaurant loomed ahead, neon lights meant to entice and excite its patrons but it only fills her with dread. She's never been the type of person to do well in social situations. She gets too in her head and she knows that her interests don't align with a lot of people! Hell, Mark has told her more times than she can count that the irrigation systems of Ancient Rome aren't as interesting as she makes them out to be! What if she starts talking about something boring like paper in Ancient Egypt?!

Johnny opens the door for both of them, placing what he hopes is a comforting hand on the small of her back as he looks out for Jaehyun and Sweets. It's Sweets who finds them first. She's standing from her seat and calling them over while she waves her arms like she's front row at a concert.

Johnny smiles and waves back, leaning in to place a small kiss on Bee's temple before whispering, "come on, Honey. You're doing great. You look gorgeous and you're going to blow them away with how cool you are too." Bee nods and gulps, trying to calm her racing heartbeat as she follows her boyfriend to the small table.

Sweets squeals excitedly and smacks Jaehyun's shoulder with excitement. Jaehyun chokes on his drink from the force of his girlfriend's whack on the arm. He coughs as Sweets dances in her seat with a smile, "oh my gosh! Her dress is so cute! Baby, do you think she'd let me borrow it? It would match my brown strappy sandals perfectly, you know the ones, right?"

Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands to greet Bee and Johnny, "please don't ask her right away. John said she's nervous. Take it easy before you start threatening to steal her clothes."

"It's not a threat Jaehyun-" Sweets pouts before her face breaks out into a smile and she's bounding out of her seat to embrace Bee, "Bee! Oh my- you gorgeous creature, hi!"

Johnny furrows his brows as Sweets seems to completely disregard him and guide his girlfriend into what used to be Jaehyun's seat. Jaehyun takes it in stride, grabbing his drink and taking his new seat as Johnny sinks into his own chair with a look of confusion on his face. Jaehyun chuckles, "we've been replaced, bro."

Johnny wants to be annoyed, he really does. It's a double date as in, Bee is meant to be on a date with him, but his girlfriend hasn't so much as looked in his direction since she ordered her dinner 10 minutes ago. Since the two girls sat beside each other, they haven't stopped talking. Clothes, makeup, nails, skincare routines, tropical girl stuff that Johnny always knew girls talked about. Then he can't fight the smile on his face when Sweets seems to have mentioned an unexpected interest.

"I was a history major in my first semester, but I really only had interest in ancient societies and I'm not a fan anything newer than the 1800s," Sweets mentions off-handedly before popping a fry from Jaehyun's plate between her lips.

Johnny watches as his girlfriend hides an excited smile with her straw. He knows that Sweets has just wormed her way into Bee's heart and is about to make her way into Bee's list of best friends forever. Johnny feels a great sense of admiration for his friend. Sweets made Bee feel comfortable right off the bat and didn't even leave her a chance to feel nervous or self conscious. Knowing that Sweets will be a great friend to both him and his girlfriend now makes fills him with a sense of happiness that makes him feel warm. He can't even be mad that Honey has barely spared two glances in his direction the whole dinner.

Now, he's glad that he finally gave in to Sweets' endless complaints about she and Honeybee being "two ships passing in the night" since she never got to meet Bee properly. The two women had said hi in passing, nothing more than an introduction and a few hellos. Sweets was always huffing and puffing to both Jaehyun and Johnny, blaming the two men for keeping her from a potential friend. She had even gone as far as accusing them of keeping what "could be the best female duo Nu Chi Theta had ever seen!" They couldn't control Bee's busy schedule! She rarely spent the night at the frat house, had classes from early morning to early afternoon and worked or studied into the hours of the night. It was just case after case of missed connections with the two girls until now.

Jaehyun watches on with a similar look of admiration, love for his own girlfriend. He loves the way she makes people open up and gives them a sense of easement. The reluctant girl he had fallen for all that time ago was long gone, leaving behind a transformed butterfly. She was all smiles, all warmth, sunshine, and happiness. She met people, made connections and people just loved her. It made Jaehyun fall even more in love with her than he already was.

Johnny's not quite at the point of thinking about marriage as he watches on, but Jaehyun is certainly unashamedly wondering how much those rings on Sweets' not-so-hidden section on her accessories Pinterest board cost.

At least until the moment is ruined when Sweets turns to the boys with a look of surprise, "oh! I forgot there were males here!"

Bee pouts softly, "so did I... Lovie, did you order that dessert I like?"

"The chocolate lava cake?!" Sweets gasps in surprise with excited claps as Honey nods with equal excitement.

"Lovie?" Jaehyun snorts with a raised brow as he turns to look at his best friend.

"Dude," Johnny scoffs, "you proudly did a TikTok interview and announced yourself as baby to the whole internet."

"Baby is cute," Bee coos.

"Oh, but I love Lovie!" Sweets giggles.

Johnny and Jaehyun look at each other, twin looks of happiness and apprehension. They've just created what could be the best or the worst partnership of all Nu Chi Theta history. And the way that Sweets and Bee refuse to break their hug after dinner tells the guys that it's only going to get worse from here. They suppose sacrifices: dates, time alone with their girlfriends, uninterrupted alone time with their girlfriends, etc. must be made in the name of their girlfriends' happiness. It's a sacrifice they can both reluctantly, but mostly happily, live with.

-

a/n: I'm back and I have no idea how to tag this... if you found it, congrats! and pls let me know how we feel about these types of pieces aka multi-gf fics, 3rd person pov, etc

[lostinlovingrevery]

Hey Van, we love our grumpy Lo bear, don’t we? But what if he’s too mean to the others, maybe he’s got a bad day/week, but still he shouldn’t take it out on others. Why would you do in this case? A part from removing his cuddles and snuggle as well as sexy times privileges for a while, I was thinking that one way would be to spray him with a water bottle like some people do with their cats. 🤣

Totally like this!! 👇

OMGGGG

Yes our grumpy man definitely takes it out on people who don't deserve- and I imagine that would be you included. He always regrets afterwards, never means it, and does what he can to make it up to you- BUT, he needs to learn some emotional management! (And as someone whos been on the recieving end of someone who don't know how to NOT take out their bad moods on others- I sure as hell won't stand for it) I don't think it's a common occurence to Logan- at least with his lover, but watch out to the others :(

Removing bf privileges from him is definitely a #1 motivator for him to act right lol- but I really, really do think that if you spray him with a water bottle he would hate it SO bad that it would make him realize how much of a dick he HAS been. Because if you gotta spray him with a water bottle to get him to act right then wtf has he been doing?

All in all, water bottle training is effective for your Wolverine.

Training Your Wolverine

Logan Howlett X GN! Reader blurb

Warnings: Some tension, suggestive ending

"What the fuck?!"

Logan sputters, as droplets of water rolled down his face. He blinked, swiping his hand down his face to wipe the water off in a rough motion.

You stood in front of him, armed at-the-ready with a spray bottle filled with water. Your hand on your hip, as your expression was full of scorn.

"What was that for?" He growled.

"You're being a jerk." You say simply. You held up the spray bottle, giving it a little shake. "This is my solution."

"By spraying me in the face?"

"Works on cats."

He rolled his eyes. "Real mature-"

You sprayed him again, and he looked at you with wide eyes and utter shock on his expression.

"You've been a jerk to me all day, and to everyone else. I tried to talk to you first, tried to help you out, and you've done nothing but been a dick. So until you stop and start to realize what you say actually hurts peoples feelings-" You hooked the handle of the bottle to your jeans, as if you were arming a gun. "And- your boyfriend privileges have been revoked for the time being."

"What?" He scoffs, mist still covering his face. "My boyf-- This is ridiculous."

"Nope," you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, "You did this mister."

You turned and walked away, carrying on to your daily errands. You left Logan to his devices, hoping he'd calm down from his bad mood. You understood everyone gets in a bad mood, and time and time again you'd try to support him and he'd only push you away, insisting on his lone wolf attitude- and taking it out on everyone else. So you resorted to the most childish method possible.

It was later when he came back to your bedroom. You were in bed, scrolling through your phone. He walked in, and you looked up- snatching the spray bottle and holding it up.

"I'm armed."

He held a hand up in surrender, his other arm folded behind his back. "I come in peace."

You purse your lips together, and stare at him with suspicion, before setting bottle back onto your bedside table.

Once you were disarmed, he pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers. Your eyes brightened immediately as you gasped.

"Lo! They're beautiful-" You sat up on your knees, as he climbed onto the bed as you could examined them.

"Sorry babe." He says softly. "I've been an asshole,"

You quirked a brow at him.

He sighs, setting the bouquet to side. "Listen I just...I get into my own head. And I just think its better if I'm on my own- because all this, you-" He motions you with his hand. "I don't deserve it."

"Logan..." You sigh, pulling him into your arms. "You need to accept it. Because I'm not going anywhere....You deserve every good thing coming your way- and me and you? This just belongs, it fits."

He chuckles. "It does..."

"Just talk to me, okay? When you start feeling like this. I'll make all those bad thoughts go away." You hum as you leaned in close. He lets out a purr in agreement.

"This mean my boyfriend privileges are reinstated?"

You nod, kissing him and pulling him down ontop of you. Your hands wrapped around his waist as he moved to press kisses into your neck. You sigh softly, as Logan opens his eyes and scowled at the bottle still sitting on your night stand.

With a quick movement, not taking his lips off you, his hand swiped at the bottle, knocking it into the garbage tin next to the stand.

Good riddance.

[jollyhunter]

Aight, let's get down to this. *cracks knuckles* (not in the riot starting kinda way).

Okay, I'm ready for the Angst.

Have you ever noticed that closing your eyes and counting to ten does little when you're talking to the most odious person alive?

Your intros always take me off guard in the most hilarious way 🤣 Just like this;

2. You brought a tuna fish sandwich from home and he could somehow smell it two floors down.

I mean. I can almost understand how that one can be annoying. But I don't want to agree with the Warden and therefore I'll let it slip 😂

At least on paper, the things you'd done in your head were a little more PG-13 than the Warden needed to know about. Hell, you still were trying your best not to let your mind go to those places.

LOL I love this reader so much. She's got that Golden Retriever / Sunshine personality but in her head she's just as naughty as all of us 🤭 ... Good thing the Warden can't read minds. The things he'd see there 😂

You briefly wonder if he's always been like this or if he's having marital problems that he projects on everyone else.

Bahaha - definitely the latter. My old highschool teacher was the same. Absolute ass. The day his wife dropped by, we all knew why 🤣 (didn't justify it though and neither did we feel sorry for him lol)

Looks like somebody has been talking to my mother.

LMAO - not me instantly imagining her mother and the Warden meeting up every Wednesday for a cuppa afternoon tea to gossip about her daughter

'the douchebag professor who thinks that he knows everything, but really just stares down your blouse and likes keeping you quiet and submissive.'

What an accurate way to describe a pose we all immediately recognize 😂 (and has us recoil and clench our jaws). You always manage to describe things in such unique ways which are either beautiful or have me crack up LOL!

This is much worse than someone stealing my chocolate, and that's saying something.

This reader is growing on me. She's got her priorities set right 😂 and her heart is in the right place 💗 She really is the perfect opposites-attract puzzle piece to Mark isn't she?

"I'm sure Walker will have a lot of fun getting his hands on a pretty little thing like you, with no one to stop him and no one to hear you scream. And for men like him," Something dark flickers in his eyes sending a shudder down your spine as he leans down towards you. "Hearing those screams makes them feel alive."

Okay I just wanted to throttle the Warden at this point. The fact that he says these things even though he knows that Walker's not a real criminal, just makes this ten times more disgusting. I hope he gets kicked in the family jewels in a riot or somebody knocks him over with his car!

Walker's eyes have gone dark, the playful gleam you'd grown to love vanishing, his mischievous smirk morphed into an angry scowl as he throws his fist into the other inmate's face. Blood flecks over his cheeks and across his knuckles, and despite the guards that try to pull him off the other man, Walker fights back hard.

HERE COMES THE MISUNDERSTANDIG - OH NO.

Also, very clever how you played with the canon scene here! I love how we all try to integrate those and give them a different twist or perspective 😄 (I've got something planned with that one as well 🤭)

Like when you switched to Mark's perspective and played the entire scene once more. Genius move!! And so effective!!

She wears crazy socks for fucks sake! A woman like her should be working in one of the top hospitals in the country, not here!

EXACTLY. And that's why she fits you so well, Mark! You're like a pair of mismatched socks! (I LOVE his internal monologues so much, overall his entire perspective was so intriguing and well done - I don't know about you but I felt like you nailed his character!!)

Because where could this go? He finally gets out of prison only to tell you that he's on death row? A dead man walking? Might as well just throw him right back in the fucking clink, he was already waiting out a death sentence and as long as he was making some kind of difference who cares?

NO - MARK STAHP IT. His final thoughts on this and with the misunderstanding on top?? Oh man, the next chapter is going to hit hard, I can already smell the angst. Why are you doing this to us! 😭 (jk, you know I love it)

He hated the days that he let another inmate land a punch only to find the buffoon with the duct taped Nikes waiting for him in the infirmary. Talk about disappointing.

Sorry but this had me snort, poor Mark! 🤣

What an awesome second chapter to this storyline, Lee! 🥰 It started out comedic and took an angsty turn real fast. I am kinda scared of the next one now lol! But I also want to know what's going to happen next. Will the misunderstanding lead to even more misunderstandings?? Will we get introduced to the duct taped Nikes buffoon? Will she be scared of Mark / Walker now and the Warden's going to be all like "Told you so." ? 😭

I Want To Be The One To Light Up The Dark In You

Pairing: Mark Meachum x f!reader, Reader POV, Mark Meachum POV

Summary: As much as you hate to admit it, the Warden might be right. This is the second fic in my Jailhouse Rock Series!

Tropes: Slow Burn, Forbidden Love, A Smidge Of Touch Her And Die Trope, Mutual Pining.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Manspreading 😒, Mentions of Sex/ Sexual Innuendo, Mentions of Blood and Prison Fights, Cursing, Angst, Inmate Says A Few *ahem* Unpleasant Things, Warden Also Says A Few Unpleasant Things, Reader trying not to be in love with a hot man in prison? Mark might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n! I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! I'm just starting to write for Mark, so please be gentle.

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

Listen While You Read 🚨: Light Up The Dark By Gabrielle Aplin title of fic is taken from this song!

Jailhouse Rock Playlist 🚨

Main Masterlist

Jailhouse Rock Masterlist

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much everyone for all the reblogs and the wonderful feedback on part one of this fic series! I'm so happy that so many of you have decided to strap in to this angsty ride! 😊

Reader POV

Have you ever noticed that closing your eyes and counting to ten does little when you're talking to the most odious person alive?

That by some miracle, closing your eyes and pretending that they aren't there standing in front of you, breathing the same air, chattering on and on in the most annoying and condescending voice about something that makes your teeth grind down together and your insides suddenly want to be your outsides will help you find some way to maintain your composure?

Right now you wished it did.

Black coffee steamed from the ancient chipped mug sitting on the tanker desk in front of you, curling and twisting in the mid-day sun that floated through the barred windows of the Warden's office.

It did little to obscure the man scowling at you from under his mustache, but you wished that by some miracle the steam would grow into a cloud to hide you from the judgmental gaze of your employer.

What you'd done, you had no idea, but you noticed that the warden was often pulling you into his office to discuss things that seemed trivial in the grand scheme of things.

Things like:

You forgot to clean off your desk before you went home.

You brought a tuna fish sandwich from home and he could somehow smell it two floors down.

Your socks were distracting and therefore counterproductive to the work environment.

Basically, the warden was the mean cheerleader who dated all the jocks and never grew up.

Lovely.

So when he called you into his office you knew you were in for another tongue lashing that would later make you roll your eyes so hard that they'd get stuck in the back of your head.

He sits across from you, hands entwined on the top of his desk, beady eyes skating across you as if he can sense your internal monologue.

"I hear that you had to patch up Walker again yesterday." He says it like an accusation, as if it isn't your job to take care of the inmates, to patch them up when things get a little too fight club for your taste.

No disrespect to Brad Pitt and Ed Norton of course.

"Yes sir."

You'd learned by now to call him anything other than Warden or Sir would earn you a taste of the famous anger (re temper tantrums) the Warden had.

You'd been on the receiving end of them far too many times and despite not caring if he was mad at you or not, you didn't have time to sit here in his office and wait around, not when you were trying to leave early because your sister Margo and you had your weekly book club meeting tonight at your apartment.

The Warden takes a sip of his coffee, mustache rippling over the curve of the chipped cup, not breaking eye contact with you as he does.

There's an odd energy in the room, something oppressive and faintly masculine. It's cloying presence pulls at your limbs, shifts over the dark wood cabinet behind the desk, and drags over the concrete slab floor that ran the length of the prison. It was the same kind of energy that you'd only found in your physics professor's office, the one who told you that you'd never be able to pass his course with your academic record and you then spent the semester proving him wrong.

The walls of his office are painted in the same dreary gray that ghosted along the infirmary. You supposed that it was to make the room look bigger, but it only made it feel small, choking.

Instead of closing your eyes and counting to ten, you busy yourself with reading the titles of the books that line the dark wooden cabinet behind the Warden's head.

Anything is better than looking into those creepy beady eyes.

Especially not when you knew that the Warden was fishing for something to hold over you. Even though the only thing you'd done with Walker was your job. At least on paper, the things you'd done in your head were a little more PG-13 than the Warden needed to know about. Hell, you still were trying your best not to let your mind go to those places.

The Warden's gaze shifts over your body again. It worms beneath your skin, oppressive, squirmy. It was the same look that he gave the rest of the inmates within the walls of the prison to keep them in submission. You briefly wonder if he's always been like this or if he's having marital problems that he projects on everyone else.

"I also hear that you've been-" He clears his throat, beady eyes on you. "a little more friendly with him." His lip curls up in distaste at the word "friendly."

Oh so that's what this is about.

You choose to let your face remain impassive, not giving the man across from you eyeing you like a predatory bird the satisfaction.

"Sir?"

The Warden stands from his desk. "Do you know what the most dangerous thing in our profession is?"

"Shanks?"

The word came out before you could stop it, slipping out with the ghost of a smile on your lips.

His frown deepens. "Now isn't the time for your exhaustive wit."

Looks like somebody has been talking to my mother.

He comes around the desk, every step measured, before finally he's leaning against the front in the ultimate form of man-spreading, the highest level, also known as 'the douchebag professor who thinks that he knows everything, but really just stares down your blouse and likes keeping you quiet and submissive.'

"It's getting comfortable, believing that they can be your friends, not seeing them for what they really are-"

"What they really are?"

"Inconveniences, nuisances, trash, rubbish- the undesirables." The Warden shrugs. "But what they can never be is your friends."

Your jaw tightens.

The truth was, you had heard all of this before from your mother, usually when she was trying to talk you out of keeping your job at the prison.  She'd told you countless times how all of the inmates didn't deserve you as a doctor and therefore you should move on, but you couldn't. You took an oath to help people, to heal, to care, and you felt like you were where you needed to be.

The bigger problem, was hearing this kind of talk from someone who not only was supposed to oversee and run the prison, but also see the worth of his job, of seeing the positives as well as the negatives. He was not supposed to look down on the inmates.

Who does he think he is? The President of the United States?! He has no right to judge these men that way. Not when he's supposed to be the voice of reason, the leader, the one person in this damn prison who actually gives a fuck.

"Sir-" Anger flares in your chest, beating against your ribcage like the wings of a bird.

"Come on." He stands from the desk and walks to his office door behind him.

"What?"

"I want to show you something."

The Warden doesn't wait for you, in fact he continues to walk down the maze of hallways with you running to catch up with him. You had no idea why he couldn't just chew you out in his office for something that you didn't deserve to be chewed out for.

For actually giving a shit about his inmates... well maybe caring a little bit too much.

Your thoughts immediately shift to Walker as they always did whenever all went quiet in your mind and you couldn't think of anyone else.

There was a little part of you that you didn't want to heed, the rational part of your brain that said that Walker was playing you like a fiddle, that he didn't care about you and all he wanted was to charm you so it would be easier for him to use you.

That part usually warred with the other part, the part that kept letting the green-eyed man slip into your thoughts when you felt discouraged and disappointed by the other men in your life that never quite seemed to get you.

The Warden opens a door at the end of the hallway, the brilliant sunlight blinding you for a moment, before you realize that the two of you are standing in the inner gate looking out onto the yard.

Inmates mill around in groups while others move in a grayish blue blur through the crowds with the sun baking from above. Some play a game of basketball in the far corner while others lift weights.

Dust kicks up in twisted clouds around their feet with the wind that blows from the East, wicking the sweat that gathers on the back of your neck. Grass pushes up through the coarse earth in sporadic patches only to be stomped into submission by the white canvas prison regulation tennis shoes the inmates wore. The murmur of the prisoners, the heavy clink of weights, and bounce of a basketball against pavement is lost on the wind.

You find Walker almost immediately. It’s a compulsion, like magnets, as if you can’t help but look for the scruffy green-eyed man who’s entered your subconscious despite all the times you’ve told yourself that it can’t happen. Your mind automatically seeking him out for some relief, a bad habit you can't seem to break.

He's sitting on top of one of the concrete picnic tables on the far end of the yard, talking to a younger guy with hair so black it's almost the color of charcoal.

The breeze rustles through Walker's hair that blazes a honeyed chestnut in the mid-day sun, the same sun that paints his body in a golden glow. You know that if you were standing beside him you’d be able to see the flecks of gold like falling stars around his eyes, that crinkle with his boisterous laugh.

Walker laughs at something the dark-haired inmate says, his warm chuckle somehow finding the curve of your ear as if he's standing right next to you and even though you haven’t been able to hear anything else it comes across clear as day.

An alarm bell goes off in your head, because you know this is crazy. You knew better than to start thinking about an inmate the way you thought about Walker. Even if he was incredibly charming, funny, and had eyes that seemed to see through everything you were.

Damn it.

There was only one place that this could head, and it was already circling the drain, you just needed to pull the plug before you were in too deep.

Feels like it might be too late for that.

Walker's gaze flicks up from his companion to you, finding your eyes within seconds of you finding him, as if he sensed it. You hold his gaze, a smile twitching at the end of his mouth just for a moment, before he looks back at the man beside him. If you’d blinked you would have missed it.

Unfortunately, the Warden didn't miss it either.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about." He says.

"What?"

"You give them too much leash."

"They're not dogs." You grumble under your breath.

"You're right. They're not. They're wolves." The Warden spits, eyes narrowed as he turns to look at you. He takes a step in your direction, backing you up against the chain link fence. "You can't tame them and the second you turn your back, they'll rip your throat out."

His eyes are two blackened pits, the sunlight no longer a soft glow, but a striking white that blinds you momentarily as you look up into his face. The planes of his face are sharpened in the dark shadow of his gray cowboy hat. He looks every bit the Warden role he'd chosen to play.

"You don't know that. Just because they're prisoners does not make them any less human than you and me!" You snap back.

Anger flared red hot beneath your skin, bubbling up from the pit of your stomach like a volcano ready to erupt. You hated the way that he spoke about the inmates, haughty, prideful, arrogant, as if they were below him somehow when all they were was just men. Men who maybe had made a few mistakes, but you were willing to believe that with the bad came the good, that not all of them could be psychos that were locked up for the "betterment of society."

"Yes I do. I've been here a hell of a lot longer than you. See this happen time and time again." He snarls taking another step towards you. The chain link cuts through the back of you scrubs, harsh and unyielding, meant to keep the inmates in but somehow now feel like it's trying to keep you out. "Let me guess, you think that life has been unkind to them. That not one of them deserves to be within these walls."

"That's not what I'm-"

"Did I say that I was done?" He barks.

Your jaw tenses so tightly together that you're sure you'll get TMJ.

He spoke to you like you were a little girl who'd done something wrong and was sent to the principal's office as if you were living in some imaginary world filled with rainbows and unicorns or still believed in Santa.

There were only a few moments in your life that you admitted to absolutely hating someone, and this would go right on the list as number five. Number one was Sally Caruthers in second grade who took your pudding cup at snack time.

This is much worse than someone stealing my chocolate, and that's saying something.

But worse still was that he was assuming you only saw the good in the world, but he was wrong. Your father had told you enough stories from his job growing up, things that were said to you in warning to prepare you for when you struck out on your own. You weren't naïve, far from it, but you didn't believe that everyone was rotten to the core, you wanted to believe that everyone had some good hidden somewhere.

It was that way with Walker. You'd seen his file, knew what he did, but there was a part of you that wanted to believe that he wasn't all bad.

The thought stutters to a halt.

Do I really believe that? Or do I think that just because of the way he's always nice to me… Only when he needs something.

You glance over your shoulder to look at where Walker is sitting with the other inmate, but instead of being locked in conversation, Walker's entire body has gone rigid.

He's staring at where the Warden has you cornered against the chain length fence, eyes dark, with his hand curled against the concrete slab that serves as the top of the table pulled so tight that his knuckles look white. Something dark dances in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.

You’d never seen him like that before. Easy smiles, windswept hair, green eyes so bright they seemed to dance yes. But this? Seeing Walker with something akin to murder in his eyes, never.

It made your throat tighten.

"You think they hate being in here? That it’s some dark twist of fate that they’re imprisoned here?” The Warden asks with a sneer. "They aren’t. In here they think they're kings, gods, who assert their power however they see fit. Because out there they are nothing,  but in here they think they're untouchable, and Walker is the worst of them all."

"You don't know that-" Your voice comes out in a whisper, heart sinking.

"I do." The Warden towers over you, placing one of his hands against the unyielding metal of the chain-length fence. His fingers curl into the space to cage you in. The warmth of his breath wafts across your face, bringing the distinct smell of coffee.

It made your stomach feel like it was flopping around, a fish out of water.

"He doesn't give a shit about you, none of the prisoners do. It might be all smiles and jokes now, but the second the status quo changes, the exact moment there aren't any guards looking, no one to stop him, well-" The Warden smiles cruelly. "I'm sure Walker will have a lot of fun getting his hands on a pretty little thing like you, with no one to stop him and no one to hear you scream. And for men like him," Something dark flickers in his eyes sending a shudder down your spine as he leans down towards you. "Hearing those screams makes them feel alive."

The sunlight soaking into your bones has suddenly gone cold, fear tracing along the curve of your spine with a chilled fingertip.

Memories of the stories your father told you from years in this world come whispering against your ear, stories that used to keep your sister up at night and made her the kind of woman that had a bright pink keychain loaded with every self-defense tool known to man.

When you'd taken this job your father had issued the same warning, told you about the dangers of desperate men who had nothing to lose.

"They're wrong," He'd said one night while the two of you watched an episode of the Walking Dead, sighing at the screen. "Men like that don't come around when everything falls apart. They already exist and the dangerous ones aren't the ones that wear it proudly on their sleeves. The dangerous ones are the men who hide in plain sight with easy smiles and gentle touches, because when they flip the switch, you don't see it coming."

On some level you knew that the Warden was right, men like that existed everywhere, but you didn't want to believe that Walker was one of them. Just as you didn't want to believe that everyone was out to get you all the time, that would lead to a very lonely existence, a sad and somewhat dark existence.

A flash of Walker's dark eyes comes roaring back through your subconscious before you can stop it. In his gaze you hadn't seen the Walker you knew, you'd seen someone else. And the longer you thought about it, the more it snagged in your chest that maybe Walker wasn't as charming as he let on and maybe he was getting you exactly where he wanted before the façade dropped.

An alarm sounds from across the yard, shattering through the sounds of mid-day and sending the crows that gathered on the top of the barbed wire fences flocking across the sun.

"Look at him." The Warden grabs your shoulder and turns you around so fast that you feel dizzy for a moment. "You think that man is a puppy? He's a damn wolf in sheep's clothing sweetheart and the second you turn your back they'll be nothing you can do."

Your gaze focuses on Walker, who sits atop another inmate splayed out beneath him on the ground. Walker's eyes have gone dark, the playful gleam you'd grown to love vanishing, his mischievous smirk morphed into an angry scowl as he throws his fist into the other inmate's face. Blood flecks over his cheeks and across his knuckles, and despite the guards that try to pull him off the other man, Walker fights back hard.

His eyes flicker across the yard once again finding you, but this time it doesn't bring the same warmth that it usually does, all it does is bring the chill scuttling down the length of your spine. Because the man staring back at you, has not one shred of the Walker you know, and it brings the doubt surging back up to swallow you whole.

Mark POV

*Five Minutes Ago*

It was moments like this that Mark hated being undercover.

He wasn't one to complain, and truthfully he liked a lot of things about being undercover: the improv as he slipped into character, the bravado he exuded, the rush of adrenaline that snapped and crackled through his veins when things were going his way and also the same lightning bolt that energized him when things weren't…

But not right now.

Especially not now.

It wasn't the sun that baked against his freckled skin, it wasn't the inmates that whispered death threats under their breath whenever they passed or the ones that actually had the balls to act on, it wasn't the chill that came in the dead of night creeping beneath the metal doors and seeped through the cinderblock when he tried to tug the hole riddled blanket up over his body, and it wasn't the headache that pinched between his eyebrows, the same headaches that came at the most inopportune times and reminded him of the thing he was trying to forget.

The axe that hung over the chopping block, the ticking time bomb in his head with a nuclear level countdown sequence that no one could stop.

But he wasn't thinking about any of that, all he was thinking about was you.

Mark knew the second you appeared on the edge of the chain length fence enclosing the yard following after the Warden something was wrong.

Because you weren't smiling.

There was never one moment that Mark had seen you with a frown on your face, not when each time you smiled he felt something deep down inside of him break open and flood the cavity in his chest with warmth. Which only made him feel a hell of a lot of guilt. He was undercover for fucks sake, he needed to focus on what he was doing not get distracted by someone like you…

But he was.

You were so unlike any person he'd ever met, someone who shouldn't exist somewhere like this. Not with your sincere smiles, warm personality, and genuine caring attitude that you carried with you through the dismal halls of the prison. It was almost like there was this one bright light that flickered and shone despite the thick mortar and cinderblock that enclosed the rest of the inmates, a light that could so easily be blown out at a moment's notice.

She wears crazy socks for fucks sake! A woman like her should be working in one of the top hospitals in the country, not here!

And Mark knew that he shouldn't care about you as much as he did, not when he was undercover and especially not because his days were numbered.

Because where could this go? He finally gets out of prison only to tell you that he's on death row? A dead man walking? Might as well just throw him right back in the fucking clink, he was already waiting out a death sentence and as long as he was making some kind of difference who cares?

What was the point if he couldn't give you what you deserved?

But that did nothing to stop you from slipping into his subconscious. The sound of your laugh a soothing melody, the brief glimpse of your smile like a star falling from heaven, and the gentle touch of your fingers over his skin a calming balm whenever you patched him up.

Mark had to keep reminding himself that you were nothing but a distraction, not to mention a complication that he never saw coming, blindsided by your kindness and gentle demeanor.

I'm a fucking professional not some cockeyed rookie. I've done this multiple times why is she different!? Why now?

Mark tried his hardest not to think about you, not when he was supposed to be focused on the job, but he couldn't help it, he worried about you constantly.

Worried that some other inmate or even one of the guards here would catch you alone unaware. Worried that you wouldn't pick up on the signals until it was too late and there was nowhere for you to go and Mark couldn't get to you in time.

Anything could happen in this prison, hell, Mark had seen quite a few things happen already and he couldn't bear the thought of you being involved in any of them.

Mark saw the way the others watched you when they noticed you walking down the hallways, saw the way that even the guards gazes lingered on your form whenever they brought Mark to the infirmary.

And as much as it hurt to get into fights, it was the only way that Mark could ensure seeing that you were okay, that you were still here. He hated the days that he let another inmate land a punch only to find the buffoon with the duct taped Nikes waiting for him in the infirmary.

Talk about disappointing.

Mark also tried not to think too hard that the other reason he went to see you was that it felt so damn good, that he couldn't go without seeing you at least once per week. He felt like an addict of the worst kind, but if this was an addiction he wasn't sure he ever wanted to quit, not when seeing you smile made Mark forget everything wrong in his fucked up life.

The sun kissed your skin giving it a brilliant glow and framing the curves of your body so well that Mark was sure if he closed his eyes the imprint would be stamped across the inside of his eyelids, the wind rustled through the strands of your hair pulling it freely into your face, and Mark dropped his eyes to your ankles barely catching a glimpse of the cactus socks hidden in your pair of signature converse, but still you don't smile.

An ugly feeling swarmed in the pit of Mark's stomach when his gaze drifted to the Warden. He was standing a little too close for Mark's comfort, towering over you, and Mark didn't like the way you seemed to curl slightly in on yourself, folding beneath the Warden's gaze.

He couldn't hear what you two were talking about, but he could sure as hell guess.

Mark's hand curls around the concrete table top of the picnic table when the Warden takes another step in your direction, pressing you further against the fence.

White hot rage begins to flood through his body, the urge to protect you breaking through the little voice inside that was telling him to let you go, let it go, that he's about to blow his cover for all the wrong reasons.

Fuck.

Mark hated the Warden, knew how much of an asshole he was the second Mark met with him before he went undercover, and Mark hated the way you looked.

You looked small.

Mark had never seen you look anything but happy, your laugh always making something inside of Mark feel like he was slowly sliding into a sun soaked beach chair on a remote island.

But not now. Now Mark wanted to stride over there, throw it all away, and nail the Warden once in face for saying whatever the hell it was that he was saying to you, because Mark knew that it wasn't good. It couldn't be, not when the look on your face was something between anger and hurt.

"Yo Walker!" An inmate cat-calls, but Mark ignores him.

Mark is in too deep and he knows it, but he can't look away from you. He's too busy trying to read the Warden's lips to care what someone else says to him.

"Looks like the Warden's got his eye on your little bitch." The inmate continues.

Mark's head snaps in the direction of said inmate, Luis, the man that had come to see you after him yesterday. He was at least three times Mark's size, his mouth splitting in a wide toothless smile on his goon-like face, the snake tattoo that curves up over his left eye flashing in the sunlight, offsetting the black and blue marks around his nose that mirrored the black eye on Mark's face.

"Fuck off."

"Ooo, touchy." Luis continues, rubbing one hand over his bald, sweaty forehead. Mark watches his gaze flick back in your direction, raking over your body without your knowledge. You were far too focused on the Warden who had cornered you against the chain-length fence like you were some kind of animal. "I'll say this, she's cute. Got that kind of body I wouldn't mind having all to myself. Bet she'd moan my name real pretty."

Mark's teeth grit together so hard he can hear the grinding in his ears, but he doesn't give in.

Don't play his game. Don't blow this because of her-

Chen looks from Mark to Luis, eyes wide. He had just started to trust Mark, and Mark didn't want to throw that all away so he ignores the man egging him on and instead watches where you are with the Warden.

"Fuck, I got a semi the other day when she was patching me up." Luis continues, taking another step towards Mark with two of his goons flanking him. "Her hands are so soft, I can't imagine what it'd feel like if she put those hands all over my co-"

The rest of his sentence is lost in the haze of red that washes over Mark's mind. He doesn't remember rising from the picnic table, doesn’t remember tackling Luis to the ground, and doesn't remember the first punch he throws into his face or the second or the third.

All he knows is that the moment the guards pull him off of Luis, whose nose is now broken for the second time, and his eyes find yours across the yard, and he sees the look of horror that crosses your face is that he messed up. Because Mark can lie to himself all day long, tell himself that he doesn't care about you, but seeing you look at him like that makes him want to throw all of this away.

And that's what scares him the most, because he can't, not when this is all he is and ever can be and you're everything else.

A/N: Just a tinsy bit of angst, a sprinkle if you will... Yes I know canonically that the Warden knows that Mark is undercover, I just wanted to make the Warden an even bigger jerk for warning her about Mark.

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[demonspawnsposts]

Hard of hearing Damian wayne

He will never admit it to anyone, so he never tells the batfam. Back in the league this was used against him, as punishments, they will take his hearing away. He always hated how small, how unsafe it felt. He will never allow himself to be put in that situation.

The batfam end up finding in one of 2 ways:

1.

During patrol, one of the following happens:

Damian gets cornered during , and assuming it's comes, one of the henchmen statch it up. Damian panicks and flings himself at the closest batsib, begging to take him home (patrol ended early that day, and a few (lot) of people were sent to Gotham hospital with atleats 3 broken bones.)

Or during patrol and... EMP pulse is send put which disables everyhting including his aids, he freaks out and runs to hide in the closest shadow he can find. Que the whole family frantically looking for him all over. Until, it's Tim that finds him, hands covering his ears, face buried into his knees, and face covered with tears.

He violently flinches when he touches him and starts screaming. Until he notices it's tim, then damian all but launches himself at him. Tim has never felt like an older brother before that moment, holding his baby brother who's so small! And crying! And clinging to him!

After:

Damian: *dager to tim* if u dare tell anyone

Tim: sigh I thought you were cute for a second there

2. With an attitude.

Bruce is being his strict self and everyone is standing around after patrol. Things get heated, emotions are high, and dick is about to step in when...

Dick: hey bruce-

DAMIAN: I DONT WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE ,

*snatch out hearing aids and throwing them at Bruce with all his strength befire turning away*

Bruce catching them: Damian you can't just throw your comms- huh? *looks at the "comms"

Tim walking closer: are those hearing aids?

Bruce: Damian? DAMIAN??

Extras:

Because he is hard of hearing/ deaf he has a problem with noise levels. He does not mean to scream but he just talks super loud so he can feel/hear the vibrations of his voice better. It doens't help that he sounds angry when he does it 😭

And everyone is mean about it 🤧

Talia occasionally visits to check on him and that they are working, after all it's league technology. See everyhtijg is fine, see if he needs anything. When they are alone, she signs as they speak.

He subconsciously signs some words here and there but always pretends to perform a hand gesture whenever he notices himself doing it. Before they found out atleast.

He uses it to cuss out tim secretly during arguments, dinners, galas especially, throwing a sign here and there (and those rich imbecile as well, if he'd suffer through this situation let him atelast have this)

Those that didn't know sign language, quickly rushed to learn it.

Because now that they know he just turns off his hearing when he doesn't want to listen to them and as siblings they still gotta argue with him damit. (But they also luv their bawby bwother uwu)

Also damian taught ASL by Talia because it's easily done one handed. Which is useful on missions.

For a while after his hearing difficulty discovery whenever Bruce is cross with him about patrol, he would use the "is it because im deaf", then puppy dog eyes and slump his shoulder, that's all it takes for a minimum of 5 batsiblings to jump out of the shadows and nag Bruce about being ablism and being nice to the baby. (While damian is smirk-ahem- crying into his sleeve... he's fully taking advantage)

After the discovery he now has "quite says" when he is over whelmed.

Jon and dami:

He does the "im so done imma toss my hearing aids at you cz i don't want to listen to ur nonsense" thing with Jon too.

Jon: stumbling to catch it: - whattt???

Damian: humph *pout

Jon: YOU CANT JUST TURN OFF YOUR EARS WHEN THINGS DONT GO YOUR WAY

The first thing Jon learned in sign language is "I'm taller". Damian flexes om him often by switching to full conversation in sign and doing so fast and Jon gets lost. He's a slow learner but he tries hard to learn sign to empress his best friend (eventually they have signing competition of who can do faster once Jon gets more proficient) ofc everything got to be a competition with these two.

Also Jon voice is annoying and high pitched to him, and hard to hear with his aids, so it took him a while to warm up to him. (That's why he was so opposed to their so called friendship at the start)

[blossombabbles]

Tokyo debunker boys reaction to Mc asking them to kill her: Jabberwock

A/n: Part 4 of my ongoing series inspired by @xienperna 💖 💖

She/her isn't used - I try to keep gn for my friend!

I tried to make Ren's a little lighter for a bit of relief, please DNI if you're in a bad mental state, this is not the time to read things like this. You matter, you do not deserve a cruel fate, you deserve love and happiness.

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If there was anything that possibly could have forced his eyes open, it was that question. Kill you? The man with an evasive maneuver stigma? What did you want him to do, deck brush you to death? Bonk you on the head until you passed out from boredom?

Unlike others, Haru believed in getting put down when you were in too much pain, he'd seen it in the animals in his care and often believed it was the right thing to do. Unlike animals, you could advocate for yourself and say exactly what you felt you needed.

How was he to say you didn't? He wasn't you. He couldn't take away your right to believe what you needed in such a given circumstance. He couldn't even say he didn't understand the thought process, he understood you completely.

But...

"Hah... You really know how to knock a guy off his guard, you know that?" His smile was meaningless, if only just to ease any guilt you felt in the situation. Even if he wasn't looking at you, he could feel your gaze on him so pointed and unsure. The fear was falling off you in waves, an upcoming event on the horizon... He wasn't sure how much longer you had. Didn't doubt it was soon. He'd known you for a while now...

"I uhhh, I don't really know what to say to that..." His hand held the animatronic one, wringing real fingers between already hard to move steel barely hidden by a glove.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that for you, [MC]... B-but it's not like I'm upset at you for asking!" He quickly covered, "in your circumstances I can't say I'd be feeling any different..."

A sigh parted his lips, shoulders slowly dropping, almost feeling like he was letting you down. A faith you had placed in him almost wrongly so now slipping through his fingers. Especially when you did so much for him... And he couldn't even help you with this. He wasn't a doctor, couldn't do things peacefully, not even a gangster - not a gun on his person.

"I'm just a selfish guy, you know...?" The smirk became forced, holding out a hand to you like a peace offering with guilt dripping off his warm voice, "I hate losing things I value. Maybe it's wrong for me to ask you to stay when you're hurting. But it's all I can do... Me and Boo would miss you... A lot, every day..."

He felt like a prick for saying that, trying to ask you to stay when you didn't want to. But losing you would be a fuck of a lot worse.

"But maybe we can talk to the doctors- plan something for if the ends coming too fast and we don't have a backup plan... Okay?"

When you finally accepted his hand, he pulled you in, a warm tight hold he didn't know he needed, selfishly he needed it... and he was sorry for being so selfish.

"Just a little longer... Hold out a little longer..."

"I don't like Romeo and Juliet, dandelion." He stated, crossing his arms under the beautiful tree that you and him both managed to see. The stars of the night sky opening his throat that seemed to close when the sunshine dared look his way.

The pout on his face was almost childish, like a toddler told he couldn't have ice cream after not finishing their vegetables and not a man who could trigger clouds to form overhead. Which was already starting with the gloom he was feeling.

Has Edward gotten into your head? That rotten corpse. He should throw MORE rocks at him whenever he's around you! He ruins everything! How dare he ruin you?! You're perfect as you are! An angel!

Because of course this couldn't possibly be your fault.

"Why would they die when they're in love? They could just be happy together."

"T-Towa, I'm not asking you to die with me."

"Then you're being silly. Where you go. I go. How else are we supposed to be together?"

He explained it strangely simple, if he wasn't ready to go yet, then you weren't supposed to be either. You were soulmates after all. He could feel it in his bones, the way that you made his heart stutter and the excitement he got whenever you were around, how could you want to leave him yet?

Suddenly it clicked back to him, that's right, that's why you smelled so sweet, so divine, like the most perfect bouquet he could have ever picked for you. The time was coming. You must be scared.

Poor little dandelion, you'll shake off all your wishes if you shiver so much... His arms quickly wrapped around you in a warm hug. Pressing your face warmly into his chest as he towered over you, pressing gentle kisses atop your head one after another.

"Don't you believe in fate, dandelion?" His hands rubbed up and down your back like in the movies when he notices people are worried, he's been paying attention, "everything will work out in the end."

"... What if it doesn't...?" Your voice shakes, a little bit of worry in the depths of your tone.

"Then I'll make it," he smiles, seemingly and entirely unbothered. As if it wasn't even a question.

"What-" you stopped his speech all in one go. A man with usually a thousand insults queued up like he was waiting in a call of duty lobby all fell away and completely wiped his brain with one fell swoop.

The silence of his room practically echoed with feeling, his mouth repeatedly opening and closing like the aquatic life he so hated. Hands caught in in-between gestures as he tried to find words. What should he say? Oh yeah -

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

He jumped back at least a foot, like somehow you were pinning a murder accusation right on his back. You wanted HIM to kill YOU?! HIM?! Doesn't he have enough on his plate?! Why should he have to deal with the guilt of killing someone on top of dealing with this fucking specific animals?! WHICH IS FUCKED BY THE WAY! JUST SO YOU KNOW!

"Why me? Why not that crazy biker guy?!" ... Who? Sho????? Jeez what does this guy have against Sho? "Oh that...! Creepy Casino THING???" T... Taiga? Suppose that made more sense, "why me?! I couldn't even do that if I wanted to! Unless you wanna be restrained in some fucking pool floatie!"

Once he finally vented out all this short circuiting his brain was doing, the man finally found his nerve enough to calm down. Staring at you on the bed, looking so broken, ashamed and alone. He knew that look, knew it all too well. Fuck. He'd gone and done it again, making you feel like shit just for asking him something. He wasn't good at this. This comfort thing. Didn't understand it. Didn't know how to do it.

"I don't -" he clicked his tongue, running both hands through his hair before a large sigh finally exited his lungs, breathing in... and breathing out. "I don't know why you came to me for something like this... I'm not really ... That kinda guy."

Slowly, the stupid emotionally bankrupt man sat down on his bed about an arms length away from you. He didn't know how you felt, wouldn't pretend to like others might, you wouldn't get any platitudes from him just because he felt bad. Though he also wasn't dumb enough to pretend he didn't understand why you came to him. Somehow - some stupid way - he'd made an impact on you ... Positively. In all honesty, you'd become a friend to him in all of this, even if it was just him sending you memes, for him that was a lot.

"... You know this place would suck ten times more without you. It will once you're gone." Even saying that made his stomach feel weird... Leaving his voice vacant. Once again, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"... How far have you gotten in Adventure Terror?" (I made up a name I hope this isn't a real gacha)

"34 chapters..." You reply, seemingly confused by the sudden aversion of this question. He felt stupid for it. Really, he did, but it was the only way he knew how to communicate this to you.

"39. I want you to get to 39. Liliana... Goes through something and Archer says something's I think you should hear. I won't spoil it cause I don't suck that bad but..." He sighs, scratching the back of his neck, averting those water colored eyes away from you, "just text me when you've gotten to the end of it... I wanna know what you think...."

It was his subtle way of asking you how you'll feel, wanting to make sure you understand what he wants, what he's saying. At least a game could answer for him...

[lyneysnumber1glazer]

Would They Confess First?

Characters: DILUC, ITTO, KAEYA, LYNEY, HEIZOU

Prompt: Would they confess to you first? Why/why not and how?

Warnings: None

A/n: I was going to include drabbles for each but instead I think I'm going to make separate oneshots for each since I'd like them to be longer and more in-depth. Also please send in an ask for an idea if you have one!

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DILUC

Yes, however it may take a while. He would hesitate to confess in worry that he may ruin whatever friendship the two of you have. He'd have to be sure that the feeling was mutual before indulging in the idea of confessing. In addition, he would need time in order to be comfortable letting you into his life, being hesitant to after the death of his father.

However when he is ready, he would plan out in detail how he'd want to confess to you. He would prepare your favorite meals and dishes himself and invite you over for dinner. He also may change the decor in the dining hall ever so slightly to fit your tastes. After dinner he would invite you on an evening walk where he would confess with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

ITTO

Absolutely, and he would make it a huge event. To be honest, you would probably know about it along with the whole city before he even confessed. He would talk about you nonstop to the Arataki Gang and they would all plan out how he would confess to you.

He would decorate a whole island with Onikabuto, roasted lavender melons, and flowers (probably picked out of peoples gardens) He'd also put on a grand performance and practically yell out his love for you, the Arataki Gang cheering him on off to the side. Don't be surprised if he starts singing.

KAEYA

Surprisingly no. Firstly, you would need to know about his past and show that you love him regardless. Even if he knew that you loved him he still wouldn't confess. He would feel like you deserve someone better than him, someone who didn't feel the need to hide things about themselves from you. Of course he would never tell you this. Thus you would need to confess to him first and reassure him that he is the one you want, secrets and all.

After you confess to him, he would need some time to think about his emotions. He would struggle accepting that you genuinely loved him and not the charismatic charm he uses. However after some time he would hesitantly accept your confession.

LYNEY

Yes, and he would be sure to make it extra romantic. However he would need to trust you and be close to you beforehand, Lynette would also need to approve of you. He would try to hide it but he would be extremely nervous. Would also probably ask Lynette for advice, she would also need to help calm him down prior.

He would meet up with you after one of his magic performances at the Fountain of Lucine with a bouquet of rainbow roses. Even though he would put on a smile, you could tell he was nervous by the way he gripped the bouquet and the way his face starts to turn pale. While telling you about how he feels about you, he would stumble over his words. He would also plan what to say to you beforehand but when it actually comes to confessing, he blanks, and his confession would end up sounding more like a marriage proposal. After accepting his confession, he would let out a sigh of relief and visibly relax despite his excitement. (I could see Lynette hiding in the bushes with a Kamera)

HEIZOU

Yes, and he would know if you liked him. With him being a detective he would be able to read peoples emotions scarily well. So he would almost instantly know if you liked him by the way your demeanor slightly changes around him and with the help of his intuition.

At first he would consider taking you to an escape room, however he would decide against it. Instead he would take you somewhere with beautiful scenery and set up a picnic for the two of you. There he would confess his love as the sun was setting with your hands in his. After you accept his confession, he would feel slightly relieved even though he knew you would accept.

[pigeons4brains]

Chance x Reader Headcanons !!

Heyoo!!! Sorry for uh.. procrastinating on this LMFAO I've been busy with irl stuffs

Mainly tooth rotting fluff with sprinkles of angst

N E WAYS First batch of Headcanons are heeeree, as soon as this is posted, I'll be working on the Itrapped x reader headcanons, I also have been considering Two Time as well, but we'll see.

Cw// mentions of alcohol consumption & smoking, gambling (duh), Kissing, lots of it, Mentions of SH and burns, showering together??? Idk I felt like I had to tag this just in case, it's not NSFW, but it's there. And periods.

Reader is GN, and will be referred to as Partner, ect

Forgive me if I get anything incorrect about Chance, we have like...CRUMBS about them, so most of this is canon divergent??? I think that's the correct term I dunno.

He/they prns on Chance, but They're Afab, cause I said so come at me ☝️ reader is refered to as Partner, no pronouns are specifically stated. This is mainly pre-forsaken, so sorry if you wanted present Chance 😔

I lowkey wrote this while playing Limbus Company...I got a tad bit distracted

Like always, not beta read, and please feel free to remind me of anything+ let me know if I forgot to tag anything!

Had my oomf help me with some of these, thank you very much oomfieee🙏 , like the Telamon one, the ones they allowed me to steal(/j) will be colored differently!

Incredibly self indulgent 🤫

• Smells like a mixture of smoke and that one specific type of cologne that's stronger than you'd like.

• he'll swap the cologne for something easier on the nose occasionally, but the smell of cigarettes lingers

• they're not a heavy smoker, he does smoke (much to your annoyance), but rarely. the cigarette smell actually comes from the casino.

• occasionally does drink as well, but never really gets drunk, especially in public, even then he just sleeps it off if they're home. (A little bit on this later)

• Stupidly loyal, it's actually his downfall.

• If he IS drunk in public, he WILL hang onto you, definitely half asleep, but still sober enough to not fall on his face. If ANYONE , no matter who it is, friend, patron, ect, they Will immediately go "nooo I'm taken..." Or "noo I have a partner"

• loyal no matter what I'm jus sayin🤫

• hand and waist holding. Lots of it

• they are a SUCKER for physical touch, loves kissing you on the cheek, hand, neck ect.

• Has you close to him whenever he gambles, considers you their 'extra lucky charm', as if they don't have enough luck already.

• also wraps an arm around your shoulders

• big snuggler, while not the big spoon 60% of the time, they will not let you go once they pass out for the night.

• they're an incredibly heavy sleeper, good luck.

• mouth breather + drools in his sleep, snores, a long with talking in their sleep.

• but hey, for the price of a nice cuddle session...better hope you fall asleep before he does

• The most golden eyes ever holy shit please wear some brown contacts/j

• He doesn't realize it, but they love it when you in particular praise him, it feels more genuine, he's not stupid when other people do so, all that does is feed their confidence in their skill, but when you, his lovely partner, compliments them, he melts.

• 100% gets all giddy and giggly (grown ahh he/they bro/j).

• they are full of love but don't know how to show oughhh utterly pathetic in a really cute way for his partner.

• Chance burns himself with his cigarettes when especially stressed, or feeling extremely down.

• in my oomfs words "Not even my special interest can get me out of this one"

• you comfort them whenever you catch him doing this, it's a nasty habit he has.

• Chance, before meeting you, had plain old suits, but after meeting you, before you even got together he'd dress up in more lavish and colourful suits to impress you.

• basically, a bird, a really odd bird. Specifically a peakcock

• really cheesy with dates, so cheesy it's cute, he's a hopeless romantic without even knowing.

• loves you so much their chest hurts.

• LOSER....in a good and affectionate way.

• spoils you an unbelievable amount, even if you decline it, they're buying you a gift the money you show interest in something.

• Gift giving in general is another big love language (easily gets taken over by physical touch)

• Likes seeing you use/wear the gifts he gives you, makes him blush like an idiot.

• an awful kisser, inexperienced even.

• first kiss ended in giggles and jokes from both sides, he knows he's bad at kissing, but is willing to get better if it's with you

• god I hate this dude man/affectionate

• Is a surprisingly good cook, not 5 star chef level, but knows how to make a pretty good meal (he enjoys cooking as well)

• likes bell peppers. Yeah idk dawg he just likes em

• Will be the cook of the relationship, will cook anything available that you ask them to.

• wears a kiss the chef apron (oh I'm kissing that chef alright.)

• oomf adds on "the chef part is crossed out. Its kiss the GAMBLER"

• not a morning person, but likes waking up early to make themselves coffee (will prepare you some if you like coffee, if not, will most likely have some juice or water available for you if you don't want up with him)

• Kisses you good morning while holding onto you from behind, kissing your cheek.

• yes, sometimes you two shower together, but nothing really happens, it's just a really nice and relaxing shower.

• you're one of the few people they trust to watch over Spade

• that rabbit is his BABY and deserves the best

• spoils Spade just as much as he spoils you, and yes, the bunny does snuggle with you two. It's a cute sight.

• Help him do his tie in the morning and they will give you a big ol kiss

• the kiss doesn't last long, as he's a busy fella, but the kiss is sweet enough to give one a cavity.

• have I mentioned how much he loves you? Yeah? Well Theres a reminder hehe

• if your Afab, your periods are definitely synced, so you two help each other out with that, if you're amab, then they appreciate it when you help him out with his period.

• Now HE'S the one getting spoiled (he enjoys being pampered, they often don't allow themselves to indulge much)

[swiftiesdestiel]

byler fanfic recommendations • part 2 !!

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= a body in motion by astrobi | Hawkins, 1986. The world is ending, there are too many people in Mike's house, and to top it all off, he and Will have some things to talk through.

= just another downpour by sylvianightshade | Will & Mike have an awkward night post-rain fight

= let me steal this moment from you by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | In the wreckage, Mike and Will spend a series of nights together. (favourite of mine)

= when we're finished saying nothing (can we please get back to us) by mikeslawyer | Mike feels Will slipping away from him and he can't, he won't let that happen.

= kiss me with your mouth full of smoke (and don't let my heart burn) by mikeslawyer | Mike and Will getting high, when the world is ending.

= if you kissed me now by astrobi | Will Byers and the harrowing experience of being snowed in with your mom, your almost-stepdad, all of your friends, and your (kind of) (secret) boyfriend.

= i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) by burgundyshirts | five times Mike kissed Will, and one time Will kissed back.

= resplendent by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | Will's powers seem to go haywire every time they kiss.

= this must be the place by be_brave13 & vipertooths | A year after Vecna's defeat, things have finally returned to normal. Well, aside from the lingering nightmares. And the fact that Mike is in love with his best friend and it's getting increasingly harder to keep that to himself.

But it's all going to be fine. They're going to go to Steve's parent's heretofore undiscussed lakehouse, spend two weeks slow-roasting in the Indiana sun, and be normal teenagers for once. Really, the least they deserve at this point is a little summertime relaxation.

(there wasn’t a shorter summary, sorry!! this is a new fav of mine tho, really loved this one)

= the walls we crashed through by delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy) | byler fake dating trope

= All I wanted was you by regretcassette | Will gets asked out on a date, and asks Mike to come along to make it less obviously a date to outside people. Ft. Dramatic 17 year olds, rain fight parallels, jealous Mike Wheeler, and unrequited affection (but its not between byler)

= time after time by bookinit | will & mike listen to music and talk. really talk.

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AU:

= Win or Lose by gardenfairie | Mike's semester takes a serious turn when—

A) He realizes he's in love with his best friend

B) A popular handsome senior takes interest in said best friend, and he can't stand it

= Say It With Your Hands by Pseudologia | Will and Mike meet working at their local movie theater, and Mike is so into Will — particularly his hands — that he almost gets fired.

= how will i know (if history repeats itself) by delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy) | the one where they're exes who still kiss sometimes, but not, like, in a weird way.

= need-to-snow basis by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | Mike has been acting strange, and, if Will didn't know any better, he'd almost think Mike was flirting with him.

Thankfully, he knows better.

Kind of.

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HAVE FUN xx

[everlucivee]

𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘

summary: smoke isn't able to go through with his promise to free her, which leaves annie to deal with the consequences.

content warning: lowercase, cursing.

chapter 1 & 2

chapter 3

"the fuck you mean that ain't my baby?" smoke asked, taking a step closer to annie. that amount of anger from smoke would've scared anybody else, but not her because she knew he'd never hurt her.

"you heard me, elijah," annie said back, turning to walk into her house, looking back to see if he had followed. he did.

"annie, tell me you're lying," smoke said, staring directly in front of her now.

"i can't do that. you came here for an answer and i gave you one and now you're mad?"

"and you standing here acting like you can't understand why i'm mad," smoke said.

"i can't. i can't understand it. you were gone for a long time, smoke. you think i was gon' save it for you?" annie asked, tilting her head up at him.

"hell yeah, woman," smoke stated, pulling his gun from its holster, "whose baby is it?"

"none of your business. now can you go?" annie said, turning her back towards him.

"i'm not going anywhere. not until you tell me who put a baby inside you while i was gone."

"then you'll be here all night. get out." annie said, "i'm serious."

smoke laughed, "ight. i'll figure out myself then don't even worry 'bout it,"

smoke walked towards the door, placing the gun back in its holster, but he stopped once he'd heard her voice ring out from behind him.

"it's your baby, elijah."

smoke turned back towards her, a small smile gracing his face.

"this doesn't change anything. i still don't want you around."

"i understand," smoke said, but he couldn't stop his smile from growing wider, which in all honesty just pissed annie off.

"now leave."

and he did.

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as soon as smoke had gotten back to the juke joint, which had also been his home recently, he'd sat there staring only at the wall.

he didn't know how to feel. a part of him was so insanely happy, but another part of him felt... horrible.

smoke felt lonely. this was possibly the worst time for something like this to be happening. he had nothing, he had no one. him and annie were far from on good or even just decent terms and here they were bringing another baby into this world. this cold, cruel world. how would something like this even work? would the baby be a vampire? would the baby be like him? regular, human?

as much as he hated him right now, he needed stack. his needed his brother. he needed someone, anyone to talk to and there's not like he had a definite location for anyone other than annie so instead he continued sitting there.

just staring, not knowing what to do, know knowing hot to feel, not knowing whether to cry or smile or just find some way, any way to numb this pain.

smoke was getting a second at this. they were getting a second chance at this. a second chance at raising a child after the first chance had been so cruelly ripped away from them.

that only made smoke feel more terrible about not being fully happy about this. their first baby girl, their savannah, who they'd lost so suddenly and whose death tore them apart both individually as people and as a couple.

after they'd first lost her, annie would say that she'd still felt their baby girls presence often, but smoke had never had that feeling. he believed that once a person died, they were gone completely. no after life, no heaven, no hell. just nothing.

but for the first time ever, smoke wanted to believe that there was something more. he needed to believe that there was something more.

he sighed, lowering his head towards the ground, "sav," smoke whispered, wiping the forming tears before they even fell, "papa's going through a lot right now and i know it's all my fault," smoke paused, lifting his head towards the ceiling.

"your mama ain't my biggest fan at the moment and i get why, but it still hurts. she's all i have," smoke sighed, taking a moment to pull himself together.

right when he opened his mouth to continue, there was a knock on the side door, this time much louder, much harsher than the last couple of times.

smoke fixed himself as best as he could before making his way to the door. "fool, why you banging on the door like that?" smoke said, opening the door to who he thought would be his brother.

but it wasn't. it was annie. smoke furrowed his eyebrows, confusion setting across his features. "as much as i want to, i cant do this alone and i shouldn't have to." annie whispered, lowering her head to look at the ground.

"i'm gon' be there. for you for the baby, always."

annie scoffed, rolling her eyes. smoke knew she wanted to say more, he could tell, but she didn't. she stayed quiet, looking back up to smoke, almost daring him to say something else.

"can we talk?" smoke asked.

"we already talking," annie replied.

"annie."

"you gon' let me in?" annie asked, glaring past him, trying to avoid eye contact.

"come in," smoke whispered, stepping out of the way.

annie walked past him, directly towards the small room.

"thought you needed space," smoke said once he'd reached the room as well.

"you don't want me here?"

"you know i do. i just want to respect your wishes."

"ironic," annie replied. "i do need space, but this is so, so fucking hard. living this life alone. i don't know what to do." annie was sitting down on the small bed now.

"you don't have to do any of this alone. i'm always gon' be here," smoke sighed, kneeling before her, "for whatever you need."

"it ain't the same. you ain't with me twenty four hours a day. you don't understand just how miserable this all makes me."

smoke dropped his head onto annie's legs, tears falling from his eyes. he didn't know what to say. he couldn't say sorry again, he knew it wouldn't change anything and would probably would just make the situation worse because as annie kept saying, 'sorry doesn't change a thing' and she was right. it doesn't.

smoke looked back up. tears were falling from annie's eyes as well, "get off of me, elijah,"

"baby, if i could take this back i would," smoke stood up, "i ain't do this to hurt you. you gotta believe me."

"it don't matter what your intentions were," annie wiped her tears, pushing smoke completely off of her, "it did hurt me and you have to live with that."

"i know," smoke whispered, "whatever you can't do, i'll do for you. whatever you need."

"you think that's gon' fix everything?"

"no, but it's the least i can do. it's what i wanna do."

"we can't always have what we want."

smoke sighed, glancing down towards annie's stomach, still not showing but still wanted to touch it. he didn't because he knew he couldn't.

he looked away. there'd been a time where he'd been able to touch her whenever he liked. a time where she enjoyed being touched by him. not anymore.

"how'd you know i'd be here?" smoke asked instead, distracting himself from the forming thoughts.

annie stayed silent for a while. "followed you here."

smoke didn't respond. they sat in silence for a while before he reached over to grabbed the unrolled cigarette.

and he tried to roll it despite being embarrassed because of the trembling. he knew she was watching and that only made him shake harder with nerves.

he couldn't ask her to leave. he didn't want her to leave so he pushed through the embarrassment for as long as he could.

"give it to me."

he looked over towards annie, her hand reaching out towards him.

"nah, i got it."

"i ain't gon' beg you. you're sitting here struggling so stop being so damn stubborn," annie responded, leaving her hand out for a few more seconds. she scoffed, so close to pulling her hand away after seconds had passed and he still hadn't handed it to her.

he looked back towards her, mouth opening to say something, but he stopped himself, thinking better of it. this is the best they'd been in months, he wasn't going to say or do anything to ruin that. 

they still weren't perfect, obviously, they were barely okay, but they were better, and smoke was gonna take anything he could get.

he passed it to her, watching as she expertly rolled up the cigarette, taking no more than thirty seconds.

she passed it back to him, his hand brushing hers as he pulled it away from her. he smiled softly, careful not to do anything that might piss her off or snap her out of this trance of not feeling so angry with him.

"thank you, annie," smoke said, grabbing his lighter off of the small table in front of them.

once he lit it, he quickly placed it into his mouth, breathing in a long slow drag from the cigarette.

after blowing the smoke from his mouth, he looked up at annie, "i know how to make this right."

"what, smoke? what could make this right?"

"i want you to turn me."

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[hisuianserperior]

Bruce Wayne pseudo adopts Rumi. He'd take one look at this girl, drowning in shame and guilt given to her by a caretaker who could never truly love her and decide she was his (and Bobby's because he's the best). He'd find out about the demon hunting, because he's Batman of course, and start providing more help and training, meaning Gwi-Ma now has to deal with not only a hunter but a bat trained hunter. He'd help her unlearn shame like the hypocrite he is.

Bonus funs

– Jinu's plan goes a bit worse because the only thing more powerful than a K-pop Bias is Brucie Wayne lovers and he'd simply comment offhandedly about how he's not that fond of them.

– Formerly only child Rumi now has siblings for days. Her, Cass and Steph bout to cause so many shenanigans, let alone the boys.

– Her girls would probably also get along with her siblings. Damian would chat with Zoey about turtles for hours. Don't know why but Mira would vibe with Jason. Tim would destroy anyone who talked bad about them online

– Alfred gets to meet Bobby. I just think they'd be friends.

– Pay no mind to the new sometimes vigilante Songbird. Any possible resemblance to Huntrix star Rumi are coincidental at best and ridiculous at worst.

[spears-literature]

°[Date Everything Headcannons]°

I do this thing when I run into things/trip over them. I usually apologize to whatever the object is, whether it's a table, counter, desk, etc. So this would be their reaction to that behavior after they speak to the reader for the first time. Or something like that. (I don't know what I'm doing, but I had this idea at work.)

Might do some other characters if requested.~

(Able/Cabrizzio/Dorian/)

[Able] 🪵

I just know that Able would find ya absolutely adorable. Before you even got your hands on the Dateviators, he'd think you were the sweetest thing since honey.

When the day finally comes that you meet him face to face, expect a bit of teasing. Nothing mean-spirited, just the kind of playful jabs someone throws when they’re fond of you. And he'll bring it up again, from time to time, like it's an inside joke only the two of you share.

And after that, anytime you run into him in the future after you apologize, he'd respond, "It's alright, sweetheart," catching you off guard the first few times, since you aren't used to objects talking just yet, and partly because of how natural it sounds coming from him, like he’s been calling you that forever.

[Cabrizzio] 🗄️

Another thing he absolutely adores about you. Something that never fails to make him soften is your kindness. It’s in the way you speak, the quiet patience in your voice, the warmth in your eyes when you look at him. There’s a gentleness to you, something effortless and genuine, like it’s just part of who you are. He notices it in the smallest things: how you handle things with care, how you listen without interrupting, etc.

Honestly, you could do just about anything to him and he wouldn’t even flinch. If you bumped into him by accident? He wouldn’t be annoyed—in fact, he’d think of it as a gift. “Oh, you ran into me?” he’d say with the ghost of a smile.

And he means it, too. In his eyes, your smallest gestures are acts of grace. To be near you is a blessing. To be noticed by you? That’s a privilege he’d never take for granted. Because to him, none of that would matter. You matter. Your presence alone would always outweigh any mishap.

[Dorian] 🚪

It was endearing, really. One of those little things about you that never failed to make him smile. You brought a kind of unintentional charm to every misstep, and he couldn’t help but laugh, not at you, but because of the lightness you carried into the room. But then, you apologized.

Softly. Sincerely. Maybe with a hint of embarrassment in your voice, your eyes darting away like you weren’t sure if it was okay. And just like that, his laughter stopped, not because he was upset, but because the tenderness in your voice caught him completely off guard.

Once you finally met him, he'd tell you to be more careful. He'd hate to see you hurt yourself. “No need to apologize,” he’d say eventually, his voice low, his tone different now, more thoughtful, more sincere. “You didn’t do anything wrong Love.”

[edwardhartenjoyer]

Hi! I LOVE YOUR WRITING. I saw that your ask was open and it's my first time wanting to badly request smth!! <3 I'm sorry if I made any mistakes but I was thinking about how the ghouls would react to a reader who's a MONSTERRR in reassuring them. Like they're incredibly good at soothing their favorite ghouls conflicting emotions, it can be jealousy with MC talking to another guy, or Maybe they're insecure about themselves asking if MC likes them or not ahihi.

Can It include Kaito cause I love love love love love this man he deserves SO much love I wanna love him so bad. But if it's too much it's okay! Ily thank you for writing you're feeding the Fandom so much, I also read your date everything, Hector is so HNGH

Hi!!! <3 I'm always so happy to hear people like my work, it makes my day. I should really be thanking all you readers because you guys give me such good ideas like this one. Ahhh it's such a cute idea!

Omg Hector is just so, i wanna hold him and never let him go, I adore him. He was my second love ending after Eddie and Volt because I just couldn't be anything but lovers with him

Reassurances

Featuring: Kaito | Alan | Yuri

Kaito Fuji - "SHIT SHIT SHIT, I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE!!" Kaito yelled out as he scrambled towards you.

You'd come to Frostheim to meet with your boyfriend for a date, and you'd both agreed that you'd meet up in the main entryway at a set time. Kaito had been late. You really hadn't minded, and Luca, having seen you standing there alone, had come over to chat with you and keep you company.

"It's okay, Kaito. I really wasn't waiting long." You soothed as he approached. "Luca and I were just catching up anyway while I waited."

Luca nodded, "I came to keep them company for you, but I'll leave you both alone now. See you later." Luca bid his farewell before going off.

Kaito watched Luca's retreating form. "He's never late. Always mister perfect gentleman, I'll never be as good as him." He muttered under his breath, though you still heard him. You turned to him and gently cupped his face in your hands, making him blush.

"Kaito, I love you as you are. If I wanted anybody else, then I wouldn't have chosen to be with you. You are amazing in your own way, and I don't want you to change a thing about yourself." You murmered gently. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face against you.

"I don't deserve you." He mumbled.

"You deserve the world." You whispered back.

"I love you so so so much MC."

"I love you too, Kaito."

Alan Mido - Alan watched you as you stood in the Vagastrom kitchen, laughing with Sho.

He had accidentally kept you waiting, having forgotten what time it was and then not knowing where his phone was to check said time and see if you'd texted him. So, he'd gone looking for you and found you as you were now, laughing and smiling at whatever it was Sho had said to you.

Alan turned to leave, but you spotted him, and his heart ached at the way your face seemed to light up. "Alan!" You hurried over and wrapped your arms around him, and he carefully hugged you back.

"Sorry for being late."

"It's no worries, I was a little late showing up myself, and when I didn't see you, I figured you were busy, so I came to talk with Sho while I waited." You explained, leaning back from the hug to lean up an place a kiss on his cheek.

"Yeah... you two seemed.. close.." Alan replied quietly. You studied his face, instantly reading into what he wasn't telling you. He was jealous and also insecure.

You gently cupped his face in your hands. "I love you, Alan. You don't have to worry about me and Sho, I see him as a friend. He has nothing on you, and you are the most perfect boyfriend I could ever ask for."

Alan blushed and melted under your praise, his hands reaching out to pull you close into his arms again. "I love you too." He mumbled softly.

Yuri Isami - You were walking along beside Yuri as he was on his way back to the labs. You were there purely to spend time with your boyfriend and were more than happy for the time spent together.

"Oh MC, can you spare a moment my dear?" A voice called, and you turned to see Tohma.

"Oh! Tohma, what did you need?" You asked, stopping to speak with him. Yuri stopped next to you as well, and though you couldn't see his expression, you could still tell how tense he was.

"I was going to text you about it later, but seeing as I've just happened on you I may as well inform you now. Our King wishes you to be his guest at a ball in Frostheim tomorrow." Tohma answered, and from the corner of your eye you could practically see Yuri shaking with rage.

"Sorry Tohma, I'll have to decline, I'm busy with my boyfriend tomorrow. Talk to you later, though." You excused, turning and taking Yuri's hand in your own as you pulled him away.

Once you were both away from the Frostheim vice-captain you turned your attention to Yuri. "Hey, you okay?" You asked softly.

"Of course I am." He snapped back, but you could see the jealousy in his gaze.

"Hey," you gently cupped his face with your hands. "I love you. I don't care about any fancy balls or some dumb king title. You're the world's greatest doctor, that's better than any king. Plus, you're the love of my life. I'm not going anywhere, Yuri."

Small tears streamed down his cheeks, and you gently wiped them away. You leaned in and pressed a featherlight kiss to the tip of his nose, causing him to blush darkly.

"You okay, my amazing, wonderful, fantastic, perfect, genious?" You asked softly

"Y-yes. I'm okay....I love you too."

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