#oh and shower or sleep. everything else is simply not possible

[rocket-candy-heart]

Having a Glasses Problem is one of the most stressful kinds of problem to have. Its like ok, if this doesn't go well I will be...losing my access to vision for an undetermined amount of time. That is...not manageable at all

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They dreaming about you || Slytherin boys

Summary: The boys being surprised by hot dreams with you, even without being in a loving relationship. These dreams take them by surprise, but maybe not so much, since you had been noticing some stealthy looks from them for some time on your body. Warnings: A little spicy, +18.

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Blaise Zabini

That scene seemed too good to be true, but it was. At least in Blaise's head it was...

His body lying on the sheets with his skirt raised and legs open gave him the view of paradise. What only improved with the fact that your fingers slowly went in and out of you while your face squirmed in pleasure and your mouth spilled a few moans, from time to time, with his name.

In the dream, Blaise just looked, almost as if waiting for the right moment to touch you, and it was certainly wonderful to see you in that position.

However, Zabini's brain was awakened thanks to the roar of the bathroom door being knocked by his roommate who had just entered. His eyes opened slowly, feeling a violent frustration taking over his body followed by shame of himself. In addition to, of course, having something he had to solve in the shower before class.

At breakfast, you were there, laughing with Pansy. As soon as Blaise's brown eyes hit you, an embarrassment was felt. However, this embarrassment was soon replaced by a desire and vivid memories of his dream, which made him ignore you during the following days, because the dreams did not stop. They even happened in naps during the day. It was crazy for him, his time in the bath had to increase considerably in the last few days. Blaise didn't know what else to do with himself.

Draco Malfoy

Oh, no. Draco really didn't use to be that kind of boy. He, in fact, was used to receiving this kind of report from other girls. So when, at his sleep, he found himself dreaming of you with his lips around him, this lit an alert in his mind.

You were the sister of one of your friends, that wasn't right. He could swear that he consciously never wanted you that way, but in fact, he was only in the phase of denial by Theo's constant warnings not to look at his beautiful sister that way.

He avoided you as much as possible for the rest of the day, you two didn't really use to be very close, but you were almost always in the same places.

The attempt to avoid you during the day worked, but during dinner he couldn't do the same. What made you look the most lascivious way at your mouth while you ate dessert and talked to your friend. It was then that he realized that maybe he was not as calibrated in relation to you as he imagined.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo saw you in your pajamas several times throughout your childhood, this was common among best friends. However, something seemed to have changed in you lately, he was starting to notice more about what his body looked like now. However, he thought he had stopped there, just a common physical attraction.

Good, but that's not what happened. One morning he just woke up with a big problem in his pants thanks to a dream in which you simply kissed him on his lap.

In the dream, you were wearing those very short pajamas that you loved to wear, but that Lorenzo hated because it made him look like any pervert. His body was on his lap, using the friction between the two of you to satisfy yourself in some way. His low moans muffled by his lips caused Enzo's smiles during the dream.

However, he woke up at some point with you, already dressed for class, knocking on the door of his room. His body that was hot and thirsty freezes immediately when he hears his voice calling him and he jumps out of bed in despair.

- Enzo, is everything okay? - You ask because of his delay in opening for you.

He answered anything, just to mislead you for a few hours. It was almost impossible to avoid you during the day, you surprised him, he was always with you and suddenly he was full of commitments that didn't include you.

Enzo just didn't know what to do, since whenever he saw you, he received scenes from his dream.

Mattheo Riddle

His body was beautifully folded over a table in some classroom, his hands grabbed the wood tightly while his skirt was raised and his panties were slightly dragged to the side to give him passage. Mattheo smiled as he hit his hips against his own and saw his face, pressed against the wood, writhing with the moans and sensations he gave you.

Everything was perfect, really everything. Until he simply woke up, without any interruption, his brain simply turned off the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and woke him up out of nowhere.

He opened his eyes and began to fall for himself about the dream. Why was he dreaming that about you? You didn't even talk, nor did you have friends in common besides Astoria, who was not exactly his friend, just a friend's girlfriend.

But that's okay, he did what he had to do so he didn't have to show all his tight pants and went on with his day. For him, that was unusual, but not a total astonishment. Mattheo really liked to see his body whenever he could, but he never did more than that.

Riddle's day went on normally. Girls throwing themselves at him, Draco complaining about his father, Theo agreeing and telling about his... Until you passed next to his table to yours ahead.

Coincidentally, you were wearing the skirt of that dream, the exact same skirt. All right, it was the uniform, but you were wearing that specific model, with pleats and more round and a little shorter.

Mattheo felt warm up, not with shame, but with a sudden desire. What only got worse when he realized that his dream happened in that same classroom. The class simply dragged on to Mattheo, who decided to go out in the middle of it to be able to relieve himself minimally and try to ignore you for the rest of the day, getting frustrated about the way he felt close to you from that day on.

Theodore Nott

Theodore's night had been great until he lay down, he had lost sleep and went to the Astronomy Tower to smoke, in an attempt to fall asleep again. And when he got there, he found you doing the same as him. You two talked and laughed at nonsense while smoking, something that became common over the weeks, it was something that happened coincidentally, until Theodore started going whenever you went.

He always slept better after hearing his laugh and that day was no different, he lay down and fell asleep quickly, and everything only seemed to get better when an image of him invaded his dreams: his hands leaning on Nott's chest while his breasts shook as you slid over him, his suggestive smiles and moans filled Theo's eyes, making him think he was finally in paradise for having her.

Anyway, his paradise was quickly interrupted by Mattheo's noises when leaving the dorm. Theodore was face down, but as soon as he turned around, it was visible to see his condition through the sheet itself, which made him rub his eyes in frustration, but not out of shame but out of necessity.

Theo was the kind of boy who was not ashamed of things like this, in fact, it only encouraged him to look for you, even if it meant having to deal with the insistent scenes reappearing in his mind.

Tom Riddle

You were simply stunning with your ankles hitting Tom's shoulders as he increased the pace of the beats on you. It was almost angelic for him to see you that way. The way he got lost in you in his own mind seemed like a weakness when he woke up.

Tom thought he was bewitched by you, after all, he was the one who should get into people's minds and not the other way around. So, when this happened, he was intrigued and obsessed with you. The two of you were not close, much less had already talked more than a brief question about school subjects. And that's why his obsession with you.

Even though he was a different boy, in a more focused and studious feeling than worried about girls, he can't help but perceive you in the libraries and how the dim lights contoured his body and curves perfectly. He didn't avoid you the next day, in fact, as the days went by, Tom approached you. He never ran after girls, but he seemed willing to watch you from afar whenever he could.

He felt like an idiot, futile to say the least. But he couldn't take away from himself the curiosity and the desire to see you really squirm under him.

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xoxo, bee🫶🏼✨

[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates Part 3

Hey guys! More of this delicious AU.

Steve is suffering under the effects of the truebond. And things get a little dire for Max, too.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1| Pt 2|

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****

Steve got back to his house and immediately stripped down to hop in the shower. He turned the water to as hot as it would go. He needed to drown out his thoughts and hot water would help with that.

He washed and conditioned his hair, allowing the conditioner to do its thing while he did the rest of his routine. Once he was done, he rinsed his hair.

He towel dried his hair, taking the time to squeeze out as much of the water as he could. He stopped himself as he realized what he was doing. He was primping for Eddie. A wanted fugitive who couldn’t care less what Steve’s hair looked like. He tried not primp when he got dressed. But he still managed to put on his nicest polo and tightest jeans, anyway. He did try to de-slut himself by adding the white undershirt.

Which of course made the polo tighter and thereby defeating the purpose. Steve just shrugged. Max was waiting for him and changing now would only waste time he really didn’t have.

****

Eddie was not having a good time. He was hungry and hunted and more than a little haunted. Sleep was fitful at best. He just hoped he wasn’t screaming in his sleep. That would have really brought him unwanted attention.

He tried find ways to entertain himself. Because if seeing Chrissy die like that didn’t make him crazy, being alone with nothing to do was going to drive him the rest of the way there.

He finally resorted to tossing bottle tabs, coins, and other small items into a cup to see how many he could get in.

Eddie was losing.

Suddenly there was the crunch of tires on gravel and he was on his feet in an instant. He grabbed his broken bottle and peeked out the window. He couldn’t see the vehicle that pulled up. Was it the cops? Someone else?

The door to the boathouse burst open and Eddie was sure his heart burst with it.

There standing in the doorway looking more than a little sheepish were his rescuers. Dustin, Robin, Max, and Steve bringing up the rear. Steve gave a little hand wave and he forced himself to breath normally again. He glared at them to know that what they did was a little fucked up.

They explained everything to him as simply as possible. Steve actually was kind and walked him through each new piece of information to make sure he understood.

Afterwards when they were getting ready to leave again, Eddie pulled Robin aside.

“Um...” he said rocking back on his heels, hands on his back, “so you’re running with Steve Harrington now?”

Robin opened her mouth the say something mean, but she knew what he was really asking. “Yeah, monsters and monstrous humans tend to make for great social glue.”

“And he knows...” he said trailing off. “He knows?”

She knew what he was trying desperately not to say. Did Steve know she was gayer than a May pole? She nodded. “Yeah. I know what he was like in high school, but he’s not like that anymore.”

Eddie nodded. “It’s just wild you know.”

“Having King Steve as your soulmate?” she asked tilting her head to the side.

He let out a shuddering breath and pressed his together. He closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. “How do you even deal with that?”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

Eddie frowned. “You haven’t found your soulmate yet?” It was just surprising. Yeah, Steve and him hadn’t found each other until their late teens/early twenties. But that was rare.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh no, I know who she is. Pretty sure she knows it’s me, as well, but she has decided that fellow band geek Robin Buckley just isn’t her flavor or such shit.”

His frown deepened. “It’s Vickie Cameron, isn’t it?”

Robin cocked her head to the side. “How did you know that?”

He opened his mouth and closed a couple of times before he said, “Look, the safest place to deal...” he gave her a pointed look warning her to keep her mouth shut.

She mimed zipping it closed.

“Is behind the community center next the swimming pool,” he explained. “I’d deal, use some of the money to cool off in the summer because my trailer ain’t great when it comes to not being as hot as the devil’s tit.”

Robin wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”

“The point is I saw her soulmark,” Eddie growled. “It’s a trumpet. On her shoulder. Right where I’m guessing there’s a clarinet on yours.” He nodded toward her. “What is she, homophobic or some shit?”

She shrugged. “Who the fuck knows. She doesn’t treat me badly and sometimes I even think she’s flirting with me, but she has a boyfriend who’s in college so...”

Eddie winced. “That sucks.”

Robin scoffed. “About as bad as learning your soulmate is your antithesis or whatever in the middle of another apocalypse.”

He could only agree, but they were getting off the topic at hand. “Has Steve said anything to you about being my soulmate?”

She sighed. “Only that it fucking sucked learning about it with a bottle pressed to his throat.”

Eddie sighed, too. “Look, I wouldn’t have done anything. I was scared and alone and jocks hate me. Like I thought Jason has sent him, okay?”

Robin blinked. “Oh because of the basketball thing?”

Eddie nodded.

“I guess that makes sense,” she said. “But he really fell from grace when Billy smashed in his head. He’s just this lovable goof with a heart of gold.”

She paused for a second.

“Like I think he always was.” She patted his shoulder and went to join the others.

Steve told the others to go out to the car and jogged back to Eddie.

“It’s too dangerous to move you right now,” Steve murmured. “But we’ll try to stay on the walkies, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Just don’t forget I’m here, man.”

Steve gripped Eddie’s arms. “We won’t, but we have to find out what’s going on and we’re going to be spread pretty thin. I wish there was another way to do this.”

Eddie let out a long breath, not quite a sigh. “I’ll try, man. If you guys are right about all this shit, I’m really scared. Plus with the town thinking it was me...”

“We’ll figure it out,” Steve promised.

Eddie nodded again and settled down to wait it all out. At least he had food and drink, which was more than he had before.

****

All this running around looking for clues was shit on Steve’s nerves. He was close to screaming. He had almost taken Lucas’s head off when the kid came tearing around a blind corner at night in the high school they had just broken into.

And Robin was doing that thing she always does when faced with a pretty girl, flirt. Which considering said pretty girl was not only Steve’s ex, but already soulmated? Yeah, Steve was sure his breaking point was going to hit sooner rather than later.

It came when Max started rising in the air like some fucked up messiah. Because he could tell something was wrong he was able to get ahold of Robin and Nancy who told them about the music and Lucas was able to find her favorite song on her Walkman and play it for her, she didn’t get Vecna’ed or whatever the hell it was the kids were calling it.

Once she was safe he sat down on the ground hard and buried his head in his hands. He fought to breathe, barely making it through the gasps of sobs that were torn out of him.

How can they fight something that could take anyone of them at anytime? How is he supposed to protect the people he loves most from an unseen force?

He had to keep it together. For Max because she was the victim here. For Lucas because he almost had to watch his soulmate get ripped from him. For Eddie who was frightened beyond the pale. He had to be the strong one.

And then he felt warm arms around him.

“She’s safe now,” Dustin murmured. “We got to her in time because of you. That was scary as hell, but it would have been worse if you had listened to Lucas and me. A lot worse.”

Steve lifted his head and nodded. “Thanks, bud.”

Dustin helped him stand. “We have to get everyone together.”

Steve nodded. “I just wish there was to include Eddie without telegraphing to the asshats in town where he is.”

Dustin grimaced. “Yeah, but there isn’t.” He looked at Steve a moment. “How are you doing? I don’t think I’ve seen you like this before.”

Steve showed him his soulmark. It was black and angry.

“Why does it look like that?” Dustin nearly screamed.

Lucas and Max came running and they looked down at Steve’s mark, too.

“Shit,” Max hissed. “That’s not good. Why didn’t you tell anyone you and Eddie were true soulmates?”

Lucas and Dustin looked at her in shock.

“A what now?” Lucas asked, looking back and forth at Steve and Max in confusion.

“True mates,” Dustin said slowly in disbelief. “I’ve only read about those. They’re super rare.”

“It means,” Max hissed, “that Steve can’t be separated from his soulmate for long otherwise he gets super sick.”

“But only after they touch each other’s marks,” Dustin finished. “Why did you that? Why did you touch each other’s marks if that was going to happen?”

Steve huffed. “Because Dustin, you don’t know you’re true mates until after you touch.”

“Oh,” Lucas and Dustin said together.

“This is bad, Steve,” Max huffed ignoring the boys. “You have to get back to Eddie.”

Steve shook his head. “I can last a little bit longer. You’re in danger, Max. That’s more important than me.”

“But what about Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Won’t he get sick, too?”

Steve threw back his head and groaned. “I can’t take care of everyone at once. Plus, if I keep going back to the boathouse someone will see and come to check it out. That would do far more harm to Eddie than being a stupid true mate to someone like me.”

Dustin and Lucas glanced at each other and then each held out their hand to Steve. He took each of their hands and allowed the two boys to haul him to his feet.

“How close do you think you have to be to stop it from burning?” Dustin asked Max.

Max shrugged. “My mom and Neil aren’t truemates so I don’t know for sure. But a hell of a lot closer than cemetery to the lake.”

Dustin nodded. “Would Skull Rock be close enough?”

“Or even just driving past the lake might work,” Lucas suggested.

Steve hugged them both. “I’ll visit him tomorrow, we just need to get everyone else together to discuss what happened to Max.”

They all nodded.

****

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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[perfectlyoongi]

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who creates a flag for your house. that house was your kingdom. cared for by the two of you, that house was an extension of the two of you, a little of you two getting lost in every nook and cranny. so, as if to show the pride Hoseok had in your home, he spent an eternity creating the perfect flag. the colors had to have some meaning, obviously, and the animal he would choose had to be important. when Hoseok walked into your room late on a tuesday with a folded cloth, you never thought about what awaited you. as soon as you unfolded the fabric offered by Hoseok, you could only laugh: between strong blues and warm yellows was an excessively large squirrel that held a small bouquet of roses in its paws. and when you looked at Hoseok you could see the pride he felt for the flag, for your home. “blue represents the infinite sky and all the possibilities that await us. yellow is the flame of our friendship that shines as bright as the sun. the squirrel is because i just like squirrels. and roses represent our love for each other. did you like it?"

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who likes to take you out to eat from time to time. it was a treat. a small gesture from Hoseok that always warmed your heart. without any warning or excuse, Hoseok would simply invite you to a restaurant or stall to forget about everything else for a few minutes. nights became ethereal when in the company of good food and good company; for eternal minutes, Hoseok made a point of reminding you over and over that he was much more than a roommate — Hoseok was your friend. and he would forever be by your side whether you need it or not. “come on, stop doing things. you can finish your work tomorrow. now you’re going to come with me to eat outside. you need to clear your head. the night is beautiful, let’s go. you won’t regret it, i promise you.”

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who buys flowers for your kitchen counter. when spring arrived and the days started to get more colorful, there were several times when you would wake up and find a small bouquet of flowers on the corner of your counter. always varying in species and colors, Hoseok often surprised you with the arrival of a delicate and charming treat that livened up your home and warmed your heart. “tulips remind me of you, i don’t know why. but i had to buy the pink and yellow ones. they look good here in the kitchen.”

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who knows the month of your birthday but never the day. for some reason, Hoseok couldn’t memorize the day you were born, only the month. he tried. he set reminders and alarms, wrote in notebooks and on walls, but for some reason, he could never remember your day. so, the most logical thing was to spend the entire month celebrating your existence — it was the only solution, there was nothing else to do. “i hope you know that i will spend the entire month congratulating you. i’ll get it right someday, so i just have to shower you with love. oh what a cruel fate of yours.”

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who has had a broken bed for months but prefers to sleep on the floor of your room rather than fix his bed. in one of your pillow fights, your enthusiasm exceeded a little when it broke Hoseok’s bed; him jumping on the bed running away from you and you shaking the bed to make him fall were the perfect recipe for misfortune in that bed. the structure broke and there was no way Hoseok would be able to sleep there, or in his room. as such, Hoseok dragged his mattress to the floor of your room, where he had been sleeping for almost two months. apparently your bedtime talks were more important than the structure of Hoseok’s bed. “i’ll buy a new bed tomorrow. now let’s go to sleep, okay? we are both too tired, come on. just relax.”

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who always takes you to the station when you go to visit your family. he insisted on taking your bag, obviously, and you couldn’t say no to that big, beautiful smile; so every time you went back home, Hoseok was always ready to accompany you to the station with your bags, saying goodbye to you with a tight hug and a small kiss on the forehead before saying “i hope you have a good trip. when you come back i’ll take you to that restaurant you like. be safe, angel.”

ROOMMATE!HOSEOK who confesses to you the day he tripped on the stairs and you took care of him. Hoseok was in a hurry to get out of the house, so much so that his feet got in the way of the building'’s stairs and made him fall to the ground suddenly — and, in such a hurry that he wanted to leave, he ended up staying at home. when you heard all the noise on the stairs, you were quick to help Hoseok, helping him back to your apartment and starting to treat the small wounds that appeared on his legs. and it was in that intimate moment, when Hoseok was most vulnerable, that he let his heart speak for itself — he didn’t even notice, he just declared himself. “you always took good care of me. i think i can only really be me with you. you make me so vulnerable. i think… i think i like you. i really like you.”

[therhythmafterthesummer]

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Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · roomies idiots to ??? · fluff · hurt/comfort · pre-relationship scenario · food mentions · mentions of sickness · barely proof-read

minors do not interact.

It wasn’t uncommon for your roommate to come home very late at night. Knowing of his lycanthropy, one would believe the reason for his late arrival was related to needing some time under the moonlight, or because he needed to go on a run. However, Chris wasn’t like that. 

You used to think it was because he was out there, either hanging out with friends outside of his den, or on a date. Chris was, quite possibly, the most handsome person you’d ever seen in your life, so, even if the thought was unpleasant due to your little–likely unrequited–crush on him, you figured it made sense that he was out there meeting people, possibly getting laid…

That was, until one day, Changbin had made an off handed comment to Chris while you were there in the kitchen, about how he should go meet someone. ‘Go get it wet’, was exactly what he’d told Chris back then, but Chris’ scoff and subsequent answer made you completely reconsider this thought. ‘You know I don’t do shit like that. Getting laid just for the sake of getting it wet is just not fulfilling, nor satisfying at all’. 

So, after a handful of months living here, after getting much closer to your roommate, you now knew that whenever Chris came home after ten in the evening, it was usually because he’d been working overtime, or because he was helping out another pack mate with something.

A little while after he came home tonight, you went out of your room once you heard him go out of the shower. He was just there, standing in front of the open fridge, looking at its contents like they’d start talking to him and provide him answers to whatever was making his eyebrows furrow.

“I made some curry and rice”, you mumbled, walking closer to where he stood.

Chris’ frown relaxed a bit, and, for a moment, you wondered if he had even noticed you coming close at all before you spoke…

“Did you?” He asked simply, just looking at you, blinking slowly. 

“I did. You can eat some if you want”, fiddling with the strap of your sleeping gown, you just stood there, looking him in the eyes. He looked tired. Really tired.

He stared at you for a bit, but eventually nodded and returned his attention to the fridge. He took the two containers out, and started serving himself. 

The entire time, Chris’ entire body just looked… tense. He was shirtless, just like he usually was after a shower. Water droplets were still travelling south over his skin under the force of gravity, and, any other night, you would’ve certainly been affected by the sight. But, tonight, his tense muscles and the once again present frown on his face worried you.

You watched him heat up his food, propped with your shoulder against a wall and your arms crossed over your chest. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it hardly ever was with Chris, but something in his demeanour made you want to break it. 

So you did. 

“Baby…”

Chris just offered a mindless ‘Hm?’ while he served his plate. It wasn’t odd for you to use pet names with your roommate, so neither him, nor you, seemed to be fazed by the use of it. 

“Is everything alright?”

Chris stilled for a moment, but resumed his motions with a shrug a while after. “I guess”. 

Oh, yeah… That was totally convincing…

“Chris…”

He sighed, throwing his head back. He must’ve been more tired than you thought, because, instead of remaining quiet and reassuring you that everything was fine like he usually did, he just started ranting. 

“My boss is an absolute idiot who doesn’t have a clue on how to properly manage his time, and that means that I am the one that has to fix his shit. Lots of extra work, and for what? All the cash in the world just isn’t worth the hassle, but I gotta do it or my whole team will fall behind. Besides, Jeongin’s sick tonight, and I know Seungmin’s taking care of him, but I’m just… worried”, dragging his hands down his face, Chris sighed again, and his shoulders slumped the tiniest bit. “God, I’m sorry, pretty. You don’t need to be dragged into my problems like this…”

He turned away from you to brace himself on the kitchen counter, giving you the perfect view of his toned back and broad shoulders. A lovely sight indeed, but one that you would’ve honestly preferred to see under much brighter circumstances…

There were a few moments of silence, moments in which you weren’t really sure what to say or do. But, eventually, you figured you had to do something, so you walked closer, close enough so you could wrap your arms around Chris’ torso, press your chest to his back, and your forehead to his shoulder. 

His body tensed for a second, but almost immediately after, his shoulders relaxed. He took a deep breath, one of his hands found your arm, and he started to gently stroke your skin. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Chris to hug, especially not at these hours of the night. At times like these, you always found yourself close to him. It was comforting, warm, and if it felt that way to you, you hoped it did to him as well. 

“It’s okay, babe. You know you can talk to me… If you keep it all in, it’ll only make it worse”, you mumbled, selfishly letting your lips brush against the skin of his shoulder, and for a second, you could’ve sworn Chris had shivered.

Probably wishful thinking…

“How’s Jeongin?” You had to ask… To know the youngest member of the pack was sick was certainly something to be worried about, especially considering Jeongin’s history with all sorts of ailments.

“He’s… I mean, I’m sure he’ll be fine. He just ran through some weeds and seems to be having an allergic reaction, but Seungmin’s got it under control. I just… worry, I guess”.

“Mm… That’s very valid. I’m sure he’ll be fine, too”, you tightened your arms around his waist briefly as an attempt to get him out of his head. You knew Chris tended to overthink things, and even spiral a bit, so it was always good to try to ground him in some way–a handy tip given to you by Changbin after the first night you found Chris roaming the flat like this. 

With a deep breath, Chris turned in your hold, until he could wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you further into him, hugging you. 

He didn’t say anything else, just caressed your hair while you held him by the waist and buried your face further in the crook of his neck.

“You’re so warm”, you couldn’t help but say after a while, because it was true. No wonder he and his packmates were barely clothed constantly, when their body temperature was just insanely high. At nights like these, though, when it was slightly chilly, hugs were certainly welcomed. Chris’ hugs specifically… they were always the warmest. 

A soft chuckle resonated in Chris’ chest at your comment. “So are you, pretty girl”. 

You could feel heat on your ears. You were usually partially immune to all the pet names Chris threw your way, but sometimes, especially when it was this late, when he was so close to you, they just got to you. Burying your face in the crook of his neck further, you tried to hide your flustered reaction. Maybe not the smartest choice, since all you managed to do was further wonder how his warm skin would feel under your lips if you fully pressed them to it.

Chris inhaled deeply. One of his hands remained on the back of your head, while the other found its way to the small of your back, admittedly lower than you had ever felt it.

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought that he was trying to pull you closer. A very delusional part of you wanted to believe that he was enjoying your presence in ways that were just not platonic… That part of you was always dangerous at these times of the night, it always lowered your inhibitions, making it so you could hardly care about keeping your stupid little crush buried deep within your heart. 

“Thank you. I… needed this”, Chris mumbled, but he didn’t make any attempts to move. If anything, you could’ve sworn he had tightened his hold around your frame. 

“Anytime, darling”, once again, you whispered the words against his skin, letting your lips barely brush against the pulse point under his jaw. 

Chris swallowed, audibly, and, for a moment, you wondered if you were making him uncomfortable.

God, this was so creepy of you… Regardless of your crush, why were you doing these borderline inappropriate things? You needed to undo it all somehow, turn this sterile for your own sake and sanity, as well as his comfort.

Clearing your throat, you finally pulled yourself away from his neck, from his body altogether. For a brief moment, you almost felt as if Chris was putting some resistance to keep you within his arms, but you reminded yourself that these were your delusions speaking. 

There was just no way Chris wanted you like… that. Like you wanted him…

“Would you feel better if I called one of the boys? I’m sure Jisung would be more than happy to fill in as a therapy dog?”

Chris shook his head, chuckling a bit. “No, thank you. I don’t think I’m in any condition to put up with anyone right now”. 

“Oh”, you took a tentative step back, assuming that you were included in that ‘anyone’ box. “If that’s the case then I’ll just… give you some space”. 

“Wait”, Chris’ hand shot to your shoulder. As soon as he realised he had stopped your movement, he quickly let go. He’d started to do that a lot these days, whenever he touched you suddenly. You had noticed, but you really didn’ know why he did it… “I, uh… You can totally say no, I know this might sound kinda weird, but please don’t take it the wrong way, it’s just that, y’know, you’re my roommate. And I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but…" 

Chris started to speak very, very quickly. To the point you couldn’t really make out a single word. 

“Hey, babe, slow down. I can’t understand anything you’re saying right now”.

“I, uhm… would you mind if we… I mean, I could really use some cuddles right how…”

“Oh”, you couldn’t really hide the surprise in your voice, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn Chris’ ears were redder than usual. Probably more of those delusions of yours… “I mean… Sure, yeah, we can, uh, we can cuddle. But, uhm, wouldn’t you prefer for me to call–”

“No, no I wouldn’t prefer that. I’m asking you specifically, dummy”, Chris chuckled, but he averted his eyes anyway. “You’re here and all, I figured, y’know, we could, uh…”

Of course. That was why he was asking you specifically… because you were here. No other reason. You really shouldn’t read too deeply into things…

“If it makes you feel better, we can definitely cuddle, baby. It’s fine”, you took Chris’ hand in yours, and instinctively brushed his knuckles with your thumb.

His eyes found yours for a brief moment. For as long as the staring lasted, you could feel the fine hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel that way, it happened way more frequently than you would’ve liked to admit… Mostly because it was always you who looked him right in the eyes.

You wondered if he knew you were doing it on purpose. You supposed it was your way of trying to get his attention. Maybe, if you stared at him long enough, he’d just… do something. Sure, he could very well hurt you because of what looking an alpha in the eyes represented, but, somehow, you just knew Chris wouldn’t harm you. 

He’d never done anything but make you feel safe. Even all those months ago, when you argued after finding out what he was, you weren’t really scared. In shock? Yes. But not scared. Never scared. Chris was… comfort and safety. Even with his condition, he just wasn’t someone you could ever feel scared of.

No wonder you had feelings for him…

Chris cleared his throat, effectively breaking the suddenly heavy atmosphere that had settled between you two–or… were you imagining that?

“C’mon, pretty”, Chris started to walk, tugging you along as he made his way to the sofa.

You loved this thing, probably one of the best pieces of furniture Chris had gotten for this place. It was spacious, comfortable, and when he laid down, you had plenty of space to lay down right next to him.

You had to be really close to him, but there was still a bit of space where space was needed. However, after Chris took one of the cushions to lay his head on, he pulled you into him. With your head partially on the cushion and partially on his arm, chest against chest, he placed a hand in the middle of your back and kept you close.

You seriously hoped he somehow couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating–unlikely, considering his damned supernatural hearing. He was so close, and somehow inexplicably smelt like the sea, and you just… God, you just liked him so much…

“Is this okay?” Chris mumbled against your hair, curling his arm around your shoulders, softly dragging his hand up and down your back.

One of your hands found its way to his back as well, where it also settled to gently caress his skin, hoping to ease some of that stress that was clinging to his frame. And, for a moment, you wondered if you were truly feeling him relax under your touch, or if your mind was making it all up again… “‘Course it is”.

Chris just hummed, and pressed a brief kiss on your forehead before he just snuggled impossibly closer, holding you tighter.

“What about your food, though?”

Chris chuckled. “It can wait. I need this more”.

It wasn’t the first time you cuddled with Chris, but it was usually more of an accident kind of thing. Usually when you had fallen asleep while watching TV together and somehow ended up close to each other. Those times, even as you woke up, you both remained entangled for a bit as you murmured sleepy words to each other.

But you couldn’t recall a time where he’d held you this close… Where he had actively asked you to come and lay down with him… 

You supposed he might’ve felt more burdened tonight than you had originally thought. Enough to ask anyone he could for some hugs…

That was fine. If it helped him, you’d gladly let him hold on to you, you’d even entertain your delusions.

At least, until you woke up tomorrow and were reminded that Chris, ultimately, saw you as nothing more than his roommate. Maybe even a friend, but just that, and absolutely nothing more…

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can the reader character be the yandere?

Yes absolutely! Assuming you mean for the character to not be yandere, but if not I'm so down to do a yandere x yandere! Might start making one just in case

Character x Yandere Reader

Gn char x gn reader

TW -general yandere behavior, stalking, manipulation, implied drugging

Perfect. That was really the only possible way to describe your beloved. Your darling. Your soulmate. Even if they didn't know it yet.

As far as you cared, they were the only one in the world that mattered. It was disgusting that no one else seemed to realize. Those disgusting pieces of filth didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as your beloved!

Everything about them had you captivated. Every single hair on their head was like a precious treasure to you. A few even have been added to your collection.

And tonight, they would be all yours! This plan has been in the making for years. You wouldn't let yourself act on it until you had completely perfected it! Or unless it was an emergency. But, thankfully, it never came to that.

For years now you've been slowly gaining their trust, working your way into their life like a parasite. They didn't realize, but they've never been alone. Not even for a second! After all, you were always there!

You just had to be. When they were showering, what if they slipped and fell and hurt themselves? When they were simply walking through their own house, what if they stepped on something? And of course, you were always watching while they slept. If they had a nightmare, you would always be there to cuddle and comfort them until their sleep was once again peaceful.

You've slowly been implanting such fears in their head over time. You were able to convince them that they were weak and needed your protection.

Because they did! The world was dangerous.

Everyone else just wanted to corrupt them. Use them and discard them. But not you. You would die without them.

"Finally you made it! I was getting worried!" Your beloved ushered you inside. Oh how kind they were to invite you over for dinner, and even worry about someone as undeserving as you.

They had no clue about the drugs in your pocket. They had no clue that they'd soon be "moving in" with you. No clue at all.

Sorry if it's short! I did enjoy writing this though, so I hope it's alright!

[the-phantoms-kiss]

I am sorry pt. 2

John Wick x Fem!Reader

Part 1 💖Some mention of Kevin Lomax 💖 2K

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it has been 3 years since I stepped out of this place and swore never to come back. 3 years since I left a life I’d known all my life. 3 years since I had to learn to depend on someone else. Now it has been 3 days since I left my only home. 3 days since I was forced to learn to depend solely on my own. 3 days since I lost my love.

Now I stand here, outside the Continental with a suitcase in hand, contemplating on whether I should continue; on one hand, I would be provided with a temporary roof over my head, but on the other, there is a great chance that John would find me and order a ban on me. But I guess that is a risk I'll have to take otherwise I'll have to join King out on the streets and personally, the homeless style ain't my thing.

Upon entrance, a group of eyes falls on me, most in shock and some in displease. "Welcome back, Ms. Wilde, am I to assume that Mr. Wick will be joining us as well?" Charon spoke from behind the desk. "No, you are not. I'd like to meet with the manager please." "Of course, in the meantime, we will arrange your room, is your usual alright?" I simply nod, hand my suitcase to a nearby concierge, and head towards the lounge.

"It's nice to see you again Wilde, it has been quite a while since we have chatted." Winston pours me a drink as I sit on the comfy velvet of the couch. "Yes, far too long. I miss our old conversations. How have you been old man?" He chuckles a bit, "I've been alright. What about you? I doubt this is simply a visit." He could read me as if I were an open book, and to him I probably was. "I'd like to ask you for a favor Winston." I take a sip and he lets out a deep sigh. "Look, you know how much you matter to this hotel, but whatever is going on between you and John, I simply cannot partake." "I am not asking you to kill anyone, I'm simply asking you to let me stay here for a while and get a job. I'll take any sort of job, it doesn't have to be an assignment, I'm content with just being the maid." he looks relieved at my simple request. "Alright. From now on you will be the lead singer for our jazz performances, that is until you train to become an assassin again, I can't risk you dying on the first night back. I assume you told Charon to prepare your usual room?" I nod, "I'll send up a contract that states you will be an official employee for a month. if you have any questions or concerns call me. " "Thank you, Winston, truly, thank you." I take my leave.

Finally, a room that doesn't smell like cheap cologne and sweat. This room was basically a second home, and for a long time, it was my home. The shower was even better than expected, the mattress is softer than I remember it, and the view, god, how I've longed for this view of the city. I still remember the first time I stepped into this room, I'd never seen anything as luxurious as this room, the bathroom alone was bigger than my bedroom at my old apartment, and this living room covered both my apartment and my neighbors. I simply sat, on the same bed I am sitting on now. I recall thinking "If this is what being an assassin gets you, I am more than willing to avert my eyes for a few seconds just to get to sleep here." Knock Knock. This must be it, John must've found me, what will I say to him? Should I slap him in the face? No! What if he's come to apologize? What if he came to drop off the rest of my belongings? Am I to run into his arms like a helpless maid? No! What if I am too cold and he thinks I'm not worth the chase? Knock Knock. "I'm coming!"

I dramatically open the door, and give the biggest puppy eyes I could possibly muster while looking down at the floor for an ever greater effect. "Ms. Wilde, I am here to drop off the contract. Is everything alright you look quite ill." "Oh, hello, no, I mean yes... I am fine... are there any messages for me?" Charon looks confused now, and I feel incredibly embarrassed, "Ah yes," So he did know I was here! "The manager asked me to hand you this card, he'd like for you to buy appropriate clothing tomorrow." Wow, he truly could read me like a book! "Perfect! Thank you!" He nodded and walked away to resume his other tasks. He truly didn't care about me... that's alright, if I were him I wouldn't either.

"It's time for breakfast! Come on, it's time to get up sleepy head!" His voice was soft and gentle as it always was, and there was a soft scent of pancakes that I could barely make out through my sleepy state. "Just five more minutes love." As I haphazardly roll on my sides, he chuckles lightly, except, it's not his usual pitch, it's higher, shorter. "Ms. Wilde, it is 11am, you may want to consider waking up sometime soon." Ms. Wilde? John never calls me by my last name, let alone at 11am, 11am?!

I jolt up from the bed and fully awaken to see a tray with coffee and pancakes on the small round dining table, and on my nightstand, the clock shows 5 minutes past 11. I'm unsure who left this food here, but truly they were sent from the gods. The aroma pulled me closer to the food, forcing me to start the day.

Most of the day was spent in various shopping centers trying to make up for all the clothes I'd left back at our house. His house. This would be the last shop of the evening before heading back to the hotel. Now I must try on this dress before being able to check out. The dress was stunning, tight fitting, yet modest, it was enough to catch a stranger's attention. "How much?" I quickly turn towards the voice, it was a young man, quite handsome, "I'm sorry?" "The dress, you look splendid in it, I'll pay for it." "Oh no, It's far too expensive I couldn't let you do that, but thank you." Boy when was the last time I received such a compliment, I hate to admit that it made me blush, "It wasn't a request. You can pay me back by taking me to dinner." He's got a confident smirk, "I am flattered, but, I must decline. I just got out of a relationship and am not ready." He nods and hands me a card, "I understand, just give me a call if you ever want to talk." He stands up and signals for a worker to come, "Excuse me miss, please baggage that dress and anything else she desires." He hands her his credit card and she walks away, "You really don't have to!" I move towards him, I can't just let him splurge on me so easily! "Non-sense, I can and so I must. I must go back to my job now, have a nice day." and before I could retaliate he takes back his Credit Card, from the employee who had just returned, and walks out the doors. I can't even chase after him as in this dress. The employee is now helping me out of the dress with the biggest smile I've ever seen, "He's awfully nice for a stranger isn't he?" She's got a southern accent, "Nice isn't the right word, trusting is better suited." She just chuckles at my response.

"I am assuming your shopping spree went well?" Winston asks as he sees me walking into the hotel. A concierge is behind me carrying all sorts of bags and boxes. "Yes, you seem to be correct. I met the strangest man not too long ago, he bought me a dress without even looking at the tag. Isn't it charming, the great lengths men will go to just to get a date? Of course, I rejected him several times but he kept insisting, even without the promise of dinner. I remember when John was like that..." He smiled, walking with me towards the elevator. "Well, for both our sakes I hope the dress was worth it because we have an important guest tonight." "We have important guests every night" "He's a businessman." "Ah, that kind of important, well, I must get ready then. Thank you for the money." He smiles and walks away, his hands behind his back.

After what felt like an eternity I am finally ready, my makeup is done, my hair is up in a vampy hairdo, the romantic olive dress on from earlier, and my simple Mary Jane. Now it's simply time to warm up a bit, review my songs, and go down and perform. Though I've done harder things it's nerve-racking performing once to an audience again, I'm so used to it only being John. I wonder if he'll come, I know he probably won't, and even if he does he's sure to ignore me, I just hope that maybe he'll come and say he's sorry. But that is silly and dumb and would never happen so I should get going now before I'm late.

It's now about to strike 11, and I've just finished my last song, thankfully things went on without a hitch and I can finally go back to my room and sleep. "Ah, Ms. Wilde, would you do us the honor of joining us?" Winston spoke from a booth, the booth was seemingly empty aside from him, he must be imagining things. "Of course! Where's the important guest?" I take a seat across from Winston, "He went to the restroom he'll be right back." He offers me a glass and pours whisky into it. We talk for a few minutes as we wait for his associate to come back. "Sorry for the wait, now where were we?" The man from the shop smiles at Winston and sits beside me, a slightly shocked reaction. "How lovely of you to join us! You know, when I asked you out to dinner earlier I meant us two alone, but, I'll take what I can get." He grins taking a sip from his glass, "Ha ha, very funny. I'm the singer for the Jazz band." "Oh evidently so, I don't doubt it for a minute. You sound as wonderful as you look, and I didn't think anything could come so close." It's obvious he's just being playful but the look that Winston gives me says otherwise. We introduced ourselves to each other formally and resumed talking about business. He was as every bit kind as he seemed, quite funny too. "Well Mister Lomax, it was lovely meeting you, and once again, I owe you one for this dress." "It was my pleasure, Miss Wilde. Until we see each other again." he gave a slight bow and promptly walked towards the exit. Looking back to wave goodbye he bumped into someone and quickly apologized. Had it been someone else they would have simply kept walking, but of course, that is not the way life goes and so it had to be the one and only John Wick with whom he'd bumped into.

Well... surely this won't bite me in the ass. Yeah right, maybe in another universe, in this one John is looking at me more so irritated than when I last saw him, and I didn't think that'd be possible. Tonight would be a long night.

[the-kr8tor]

I don't wanna be exiled:( 🪦's scary Please I'm innocent I still gotta have that three way marriage with 🦊 and 🎸 Daily Hobie HC! The moment you ask Hobie to do your makeup, he's rushing through the canal boat, grabbing what he has that suits you. Despite loving to tease you, he's very gentle with your face, especially around your eyes. If he's applying eyeshadow, Hobie will instinctively use his pinkie finger, not wanting to hurt you on accident. With how soft he's being, he can tell you're practically drifting off to sleep, in which he has to flick you away with a tap to your cheek. If he's using anything else for your makeup, such as a brush, he'll tap the tips of the bristles against your closed eyelids with a chuckle, feigning innocence if you try to call him out on it. No doubt when he's done, you look absolutely stunning. Whether it's just free territory or if you wanted him to try something else, there's a guarantee that you'll always look jaw-dropping. I mean, how else do you think he looks so good? He loves being your personal styler when you need it, and vice versa. He remembers once when you had somehow managed to convince him to wear a chicken onesie to one of his concerts. For two weeks you were not allowed to suggest any of his outfits for any upcoming concerts upon seeing your wide smile. Admittedly, he'd do it all over again if it meant seeing you laugh and smile like that. Hobie takes very subtle notice of what your style normally is, usually trying to think of gifts he could steal that you would like, and that you could possibly wear. However, whether it clashes or not, you're always seen wearing at least one spiked jewelry from Hobie. If he's able to without getting caught, he loves to swipe any accessories he can get for you, such as earrings, bracelets, rings, or any suitable piercing jewelry. And in return, you shower him in love, always giving him a lopsided grin and lovestruck gaze. With his love language being practically everything, there's not a singular moment where you doubt that he loves you. He'll offer to do things for you or help you if you seem to be struggling, not letting you achieve what you need without him teasing you at least a little bit, a shit-eating grin always plastered on his face. Sometimes, you'll even find him in the kitchen cooking. Obviously, the thought is always endearing, but you force yourself to supervise him, even if Hobie tries to convince you to lay down and rest...but of course, you've learned from last time. And besides, why is he even cooking anyways? He should be the one resting. Hobie will always be grateful for you putting up with his nonsense. During his worst moments, the canon events, the blood and the horror, he'll forever be appreciative that you stayed by his side to comfort him. To hold him close when he didn't deserve one bit of love. For how you never question when he just needs to hold you close after experiencing a night terror, and how you just simply massage his scalp to soothe him if he wakes up shaken. No doubt he feels terribly guilty at times, yet your persistent love is something he's always grateful for, no matter how guilty he feels, knowing he doesn't deserve it. The many nights he's just collapsed in your arms, fatigue and pain practically numbing his body as you cradled him in your arms, keeping him awake and safe from harm, even if it's just for a while. He's surprised that you even stayed by his side then, as he's physically in shambles, blood caking his suit, and possibly your clothes on accident. Hobie is always appreciative of your support and love, never allowing himself to not show you that in any way possible. I have had to rewrite this three times..stupid electrical storm >:( -🐦‍⬛

You will not be exiled dw dw

Can I be a maid of honour?

DAILY HOBIE HC!!! 🎉

Oh I'd give away my kidney just to have him do my makeup for me 🥴

I hc that he's actually really good at makeup! Especially around the eyes, i bet he can do a banging smokey eye

Now I wanna see hobie in a chicken suit while rocking out on stage 🤣🤣🤣 It's unfair that he definitely looks really good in it too 😍

Screaming crying throwing up I love him sm 😍🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[malcontent-crow]

OK, I've been working on cleaning everything in my house, just a small section at a time.

The problem is, I always fail at this. I get started, then I lose steam and just sink back into depression or anxiety or stress in general.

So I'm trying a new approach. I'm currently searching for a new job, and I'm likely going to need to move for it. And that's okay! I'm looking forward to having a place of my own and getting a pet, not just my roommate's or my parents' dogs.

BUT! This is giving me the chance to try something new.

Rambling below the cut...

I'm cleaning like I'm getting ready to move. And it helps that this is a very distinct possibility! My brain kind of likes (and loathes) having deadlines, but deadlines that I can break into smaller projects and give myself mini-deadlines to meet the big one are a bit more manageable.

And it's like a flip has been switched! Suddenly, I can see what I do and don't need. Do I want to pack this to move cross country? It's an easy yes-or-no question.

I have thrown away, recycled, donated, and sold so much stuff. Stuff that I don't want to take with me. It's so nice. And suddenly, it's easier to keep the spaces I've cleaned cleaner. I can already tell that I'll need to do at least a couple rounds for each space, but each bag of trash, each tray of recyclables, each box of donations it feels like I can breathe a little easier.

I don't know what works for everybody else, but this is really working for me.

I have a plastic bag hanging from the doorknob on each side of a door, open for trash, one for recycle. When they get full, I tie them off and toss it. Then I get a new bag and put it in its place.

I have a box in the hallway for donations, and another for things to sell.

I have a series of cardboard boxes and shoe boxes that I fill with things that simply don't belong in the room im working on. No organizing it, just putting it in the box. When the box is full, I move it to the room it belongs in.

But it is figuring out how to break the whole "clean everything" into bite-sized pieces.

Bedroom? I can and have gotten mired in that alone. So, the first step was getting everything that wasn't furniture off the floor. Then, sort that into a simple "does this belong in the bedroom?" piles. And most of it didn't! So it's dismissed from my immediate concern. Then, putting all the clothes that aren't put away where they go. Dirty clothes in the hamper, clean clothes on the shelves or in drawers. And right now, they don't even need to be folded. They just need to go away. Because of those things I've done, my bed is clear, and I have a workspace! Then, I go one drawer at a time, but never more than one drawer at a time. This makes sure I can stop at fairly short notice and still have a clean bed I can sleep in. Don't forget that with my bed suddenly clear, I can wash all my sheets and blankets, making everything feel even better.

Bathroom? Shower first. Then the countertop, then the cabinet, then the drawers. What products do I use? What do I not? Of what I don't, what's expired, what's new, what's donatable, what's not?

Kitchen? Pantry first. One shelf at a time. What's expired? What's stale? What's still good? What do I have multiples of? (Oh my god, so much honey. That's my fault. Everybody knows I like bees and their answer is to get me honey for gifts.) Rearrange it so what I use most often is at eye level, or one shelf above, or one shelf below. Bulk stuff, even if I use it often (rice) goes on the bottom shelf, but at the front of the shelf, so it's still visible. Then fridge. Same idea.

Crafting stuff and office space are next on my list, so I'll try to update this with how I go about it.

I've been at it for a few weeks now, but I can tell it's been making a difference already.

Wish me strength and endurance to keep it up!

[spookyagentfmulder]

will is curled in the tub of mulder's shower, letting the water fall on him. another nightmare that would rob them both of sleep. mulder sits on the floor of his bathroom to be close to will, and when will reaches his hand out, mulder holds it. he's shaking still, trying to calm himself, focusing on the warmth. not just the warmth of the water, but of the moment.

"mulder...?" will's voice is quiet, softer than usual, even given how rattled he'd been. usually once he's AWAKE, once he's grounded, the emotions didn't tend to last. no, from just the way his name is spoken, mulder must know this is coming from will and not his fear. he shifts under the spray of the water to turn towards him and— the water bounces off his body and splashes mulder.

"oh, shit," he laughs, "sorry." will turns off the water, but then it's too late, and it hits him hard, knocking the breath from him. something has him choked up. brows are furrowed. he's naked in mulder's bathtub, cold air creeping over him without the blanket of warm water, and tears are pricking his eyes.

he reads the concern in fox's body language, and he opens his mouth to say something. the words can only follow after another moment. he licks his lips, "everything you believe in," shuffling to sit as closely to mulder as possible, leaning against the edge of the tub, he braces himself to raise his gaze. will looks as tender as he's ever been. "...do you believe FATE?"

another wave of tears threaten him but he keeps them at bay, cracking a smile instead. "this world seems so large. so empty but LOUD." his jaw tenses. this is difficult for him to say. "and then there's you and with you, there's this... clarity." he stares at the tiles now, can't bear to watch mulder watch him as he says this. "and it's not because you'll sit here with me at two thirty in the morning, it's— all of it." all of YOU, he means to say. down to his sunflower seed addiction, he brings something out of will, something precious. even if will can't yet say the word for it.

nausea rises in his chest at thought of his confession, so foreign to feeling connected to another human that to confront this — so powerful, what he feels for mulder, so OVERWHELMING — is a challenge. he could take advantage of kindness. he could indulge in hospitality, even the comfort of another person's body. but to look at mulder now, melt at the sight of him, yearn for days ahead when things are SIMPLER for them both, feel excitement to make him eggs tomorrow morning— that was reserved for fox mulder alone.

"does it make me one of your x-file cases to think there was this gravitational pull to bring us both here?"

Make My Character Feel Loved!

Mulder can't just sit outside of the tub anymore.

In his shirt and boxers, he clambers his way in and pulls Will between his limbs to hold him close to his body. Fox curls around him, giving him his body heat and the comfort of being held. The grounding sensation of another body, another person, another mind beyond his own. Mulder raises his head against the water, pressing kiss, after kiss, after kiss to Will's head, his cheeks, his mouth. All soft. All gentle. All loving.

It's okay Will. I'm right here. I love you.

"There are forces in the universe I'll never be able to explain." He starts, smoothing some of those beloved locks out of the other man's eyes, "And what brought us together is one of those forces. It could be fate. It could be the random series of events that led us to be in the same universe at the same time. It could simply be the desire to find the self in the other."

He brings Will's head to his chest, keeping it tucked carefully so that the water doesn't get in his eyes.

"Whatever it is, I'm so happy you're here. With me. In this tub. At 2:30 in the morning."

It's okay Will. Just don't think about anything else. Let me hold you. Let me help you. I've got you. I've got you.

"It's gonna be okay." His voice cracks, and he closes his eyes, "I'm not going anywhere."

[mercdeleon]

"You'll be on your feet in no time." And she looks so much better sitting up like this, a bit of teriyaki sauce dribbling down her chin. Something about getting her just out of the bed really changes the perspective of everything.

Squall chooses to semi-take her place, sitting on the edge of Xu's empty cot. He, too, looks a great deal better than his earlier sighting: in the privacy of the presidential palace, he managed a proper shower, shaved away the stubble, dressed in a clean button-down and tie just for the occasion. It wasn't sleep, but it was something.

And Ellone had been right: he hadn't eaten a bite. It's perhaps the best thing he's had in days, and for once, everything seems... normal.

Well, as close to normal as possible.

"Oh, how horribly cruel you are," Laguna teased. He was sitting upright again, and for once, not looking like he just might drift away again in a few minutes. Now that he had properly woken from the brief coma, a more thorough treatment was possible. Recovery was a slow road, but he had begun down it, at least. "I suppose I shall simply sup on fumes."

"We do have the miso soup. Or, if you want, I can have the nurses blend up the egg rolls for you?" The sincerity in her voice was astonishing and hard to read. Either she really would, or her sense of humor was impeccable.

Either way, Laguna locked eyes with her, face completely stone. "If you do, I will remove you from the will."

"Then soup it is. I even got you a crazy straw."

As if to add insult, Kiros took the moment to crunch down on an egg roll. He was rewarded with a pillow being thrown at him.

Squall managed a smile, looking among the assembled. Things could get better. They would get better. The sniper had failed to take this from them. They had failed to bring them down. If anything, this was what he hoped the upcoming media circus would capture in their photographs and probing question.

Oh, yeah, he had to speak at that. He felt the notecards in his pocket for reassurance. It would be okay. It would be okay. It would be okay.

Deep breaths. Focus on something else.

"Hold still," Squall said, leaning forward with a thinner-than-believable napkin. He wiped the teriyaki sauce from Xu's chin. "There. Got i-"

"Ah, Mister President?" A nurse knocked on the door. "The reporters are here a bit early. Should we let them start setting up?"

Laguna let go of his straw, soup half-finished, and nodded.

"Let's get this over with."

It's a very reasonable list to Ellone. Enough to make this whole situation a little less terrible. A little more bearable. And she would certainly be getting coffee on top of it all.

"Oh? Oh, of course. Squall, hand me her bag?"

He did as was instructed, and Ellone dug through Xu's small purse for the coiled charger. It's easy to find, and she plugs the AC adapter into the wall before attaching the dead cell phone. Immediately, a red flashing battery symbol appeared as it began to charge. In a few minutes, it might even be useable.

"I'll be back in an hour or so, okay?" Blue card. Got it. She tucked it into her pocket. She pulled the privacy curtain as requested, giving Xu a moment to drop the mask. "Don't work too hard while I'm gone.

"Any of you." The last bit was directed to the whole of the room. A giant, blanket scolding to the three biggest workaholics she knew. Satisfied, Ellone left the hospital room, a suited security officer following closely behind.

Behind the curtain, Squall watched Xu deflate. She had every right to be exhausted. She was so helpless in that hospital bed, and he knew it must drive her crazy to be at the mercy of others.

He tried to say something, but she cut him off. Alone. Yeah... yeah, he could do that.

"Sure." Squall bent down and gave her a quick kiss. "Just text me." He stepped around the curtain, and glanced to Laguna, who finally had his water and sipped happily from the paper cup.

"I'm going out. Get some rest, old man."

Laguna nodded. "You, too. Go shave, scruffy."

"Whatever."

There is so much to be done in the hours that he's gone from the hospital. The hotel room needed packing up. Finding something presentable to wear since he didn't have a Garden uniform on hand. Not that the uniform would bode well in this situation; he was supposed to be there purely on a personal level. Per recommendation from Kiros, his temporary base of operations was now to be the presidential palace. Better facilities, he was told. Besides, it was quiet. Squall could certainly use some quiet.

Drafting public statements was not something he ever had to do alone, but he had no choice. The press conference was set for later that evening to allow everyone time to prepare, so at least it wasn't improv. He hated improv more than anything.

Dinnertime saw him back at the hospital, though. And, bless her heart, Ellone had brought take-out. She shoved a paper box of chicken and broccoli and a plastic spork.

"Eat. I know you haven't."

[stvharrngton]

bruised and bloody

a/n: this was the second ever steve one shot i wrote and it’s been sat in my drafts for about 3-4 months lol but i’ve come to a roadblock with everything else i’m writing so i thought i’d post this :)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k (i genuinely did not realise it was this long oop)

warnings: mentions of trauma and injuries, cursing, a little angsty but a fluffy ending

summary: best friends to lovers, you and steve come to terms with your feelings for each other. very much two idiots pining, set in season 3

The ‘battle of Starcourt’ had come to an end. You all somehow, thankfully, made it out alive. You escaped the Russians, defeated the Mind Flayer and made it out without barely a scratch or bruise. Steve, on the other hand, was suffering. Badly.

The boy beaten within an inch of his life by the Russians, possible broken ribs, dried blood covered his face and his Scoops uniform. A puffy and bruised black eye to top it all off. He managed to struggle on through the night - a drive to the weather top, crashing the Todfather into Billy’s car and the final battle. But as you all stood outside in the fresh air as Starcourt burned behind you, he finally let himself breathe.

Steve began to trudge towards his car before you stopped him, “Steve?” he paused, “You should see a paramedic. Your ribs might be broken! You need to get checked out, c‘mon.” You pleaded with him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

“No!” he cried, “No. I just wanna go fucking home. Please.” Steve’s voice cracked as he whispered out the last part, “Please, let’s just… let’s just go, okay?” his fingers now lacing between your own, dragging you towards the BMW.

You only nodded. You dare not open your mouth, the choked sob bubbling in your throat threatening to spill past your lips. You winced as you watched Steve hold his ribs as you came to a stop at the driver’s side of the car.

“Shit,” he said, fishing through his pockets, “Russian’s took the keys. Please tell me you still have the spare?” he looked at you with a pout.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Hang on,” digging through your pockets you unhooked the spare car key from your keychain, “Steve, are you okay to drive?” A hand on his shoulder as you handed over the key.

“Yes. God, I’m fine! Get in, come on.”

Fuck, Steve muttered under his breath as he watched you sulk round to the passenger side of the car. Curling into yourself, you held your knees to your chest as you refused to look anywhere but through the window.

He didn’t mean to snap at you and you knew that. Tension and emotions were running high as exhaustion ran through both your bodies. Bones tired and bodies slick with sweat and dirt. You both just wanted to get away from the disaster you narrowly escaped.

Turning the key in the ignition Steve began the drive back to his place. Radio humming low, windows down to allow the night time summer breeze of Hawkins flow through your hair. He glanced over at you, you hadn’t moved nor dared to look anywhere else.

He sighed, “Hey, look I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t mean to snap,” his eyes darted between you and the road to try and gage any sort of reaction. “I’m just so fuckin’ tired and- and I desperately need a shower and to sleep for like, I don’t know, 15 hours.”

A low breathy giggle crept past your lips. You didn’t move, eyes still transfixed on the stars in the dark sky. You just simply nodded, squeaking an ‘okay’ out from your lungs.

“I just couldn’t think of anything worse right now than being prodded and poked in the back of an ambulance,” Steve explained, “but…” he continued, “I’ll go to the emergency room tomorrow and get checked out.”

He reached across the centre console to squeeze your knee, “Promise?” you breathed.

“Promise.” Another squeeze.

That was all you needed. You cared deeply about Steve, your friendship blossoming at the end of high school and even more when you ended up getting a job together at Scoops Ahoy. Your shared experience in the Upside Down only strengthened your bond with the boy. Not to mention the massive crush you had, but how could anyone blame you? Look at him, for God’s sake.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve suffered from the exact same dilemma. Steve spent your days off work moping to Robin about how hopelessly in love with you he was, but he refused to ruin the friendship. Yeah, Robin would think, definitely hopeless. Adding another tally under ‘YOU SUCK’ to the board.

Steve pulled into his driveway, parents MIA of course. Too busy at some fancy business conference to even know their only son was kidnapped and tortured. Following him to the front porch he opened the door for you, letting you inside first.

As you toed your sneakers off, Steve’s fingers laced through yours once again as he led you upstairs to the en suite of his bedroom. Digging through the cabinets he pulled out and dusted off the first aid box he kept.

Taking a seat on top of the toilet seat lid he held the box out to you, “Come on you, time to play nurse and clean up my face.” Steve’s face sporting a wide grin.

“Oh, yeah, sure! Can’t have the ladies see King Steve all bloody and bruised now, can we?” he rolled his eyes at your words, “It does make you look kinda macho though,” you shrugged.

Steve involuntarily blushed, “Yeah? You think?” he asked, a certain unreadable glint in his eyes.

You smirked, digging through the box for the rubbing alcohol, “Definitely.”

“Now hold still, this is gonna sting, Steve.” You wiped at the gunk and dry blood littering his face, scathing over fresh lacerations causing the boy to wince and yelp in pain as the alcohol cleaning out his wounds.

His hand immediately flew to your waist, his fingertips gripping you like he was scared to let go, scared to lose you. Your movements stopped as you glanced down at Steve’s hand holding you tight. It wasn’t unwelcomed, far from it actually, it was just a surprise. Steve followed your eyes yanking his hand back into his lap, refusing to look at you.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I uh, I didn’t mean to do that.” he began to ramble, “Sorry, I just, it kinda hurts, so.”

You smiled at the boy, “Steve,” you spoke softly. Your fingers gently moving the hair from his face, gliding down his jaw until you could rub your thumb under his bruised cheek soothingly, “it’s okay. You can put your hand there. I don’t mind.”

“Right, okay,” he whispered, placing his hand on your waist once again, giving your skin a light squeeze this time, “carry on.”

You made quick work of cleaning the blood from Steve’s face and cleaning his fresh wounds as best as you could, furrowing your brows every time he winced or sucked a breath in through his teeth.

Dabbing the alcohol on the last cut in his hairline, his beautiful hairline, you glanced down at his eye, “We should get some ice on that eye, Stevie.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Later.” Steve waved your concern about his gross eye away, fully staring up at you now, “Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

It was your turn to blush and ramble nonsense now, “I- What?” you paused, “Steve, are you still high?”

“Stone cold sober, babe.” a raspy chuckle emanating from his lips, a rasp that made your knees week and a shiver shoot down your spine. The pet name making your thoughts run wild.

“You’re an idiot, Harrington.”

You discarded of the bloody wipes and cotton balls into the trash and with a quick rinse of your hands you were done. You spun back around ready to tell Steve you were ready to head back home but the boy’s bare chest stopped you in your tracks.

Your eyes roamed from the discarded Scoops top on top of the laundry hamper to Steve’s chest again. From the tiny ringlets of hair that decorated his pecs, a small trail running down his abs that stopped above his shorts to the freckles and moles that danced across his toned body.

He caught you, and you knew he had. Your cheeks flashed red embarrassment heating your skin. You wanted to stop staring, you really did but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked you, barely a whisper. His hand came to rest on your bicep, concern lacing his features.

You swallowed thickly, suddenly being brought back to reality, “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry,” you chuckled, “I uh- I better get going. My parents are probably wondering where-“

“No!” Steve spoke, voice cracking, “I mean, can you- do you want to stay the night?” he asked nervously, fingertips fiddling with his belt loops as he glanced up at you from underneath his lashes, “It’s just… just I don’t really want to be alone right now?”

He voiced it as a question and you weren’t sure why but you would jump at any chance to stay over at Steve’s place. You were sympathetic, of course, but you understood why he didn’t want to be alone. Hell, he almost died today, you both did and that wasn’t a good experience for anyone.

“Oh.” you began, and you could see the panic ignite in his deep brown eyes before you took his hand in your own, “Sure, Steve,” his features began to soften, “I can stay over. I’m not sure I want to be alone either.”

The boy smiled at you with so much love and adoration, it made you want to give him the world. Protect him at all costs, make sure he never gets hurt again. All you wanted to do was hold him and never let go, to kiss his soft pink lips until they were numb. It broke your heart.

“Do you want to shower or anything?” he asked, “I’m gonna grab one but you can use my Mom’s bathroom? She has all the nice soaps and shit in there.” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You nodded, “Shower sounds good.” You chewed your lip, “Can I uh, borrow some clothes? I don’t really wanna sleep in this.” you laughed, gesturing to the ugly sailors uniform you both had to wear, “Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah! Course, here,” he said moving past you as you followed the boy into his bedroom. You watched as he rifled through his draws, he handed you an old Hawkins High basketball tee that was way to big for you and a pair of shorts. “Those okay?”

“Perfect,” you smiled softly at the boy, “thank you, Steve.”

“Alright, I’ll be in here if you need anything,” he said pointing back over his shoulder to his bathroom door, “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, making your way down the hall to the much larger bathroom. You set the clothes down on the counter and began to undress, removing your Scoops uniform that had been clung to your figure for way too long. You sighed, glancing at yourself in the large vanity mirror.

Running the shower to your desired temperature you stepped inside the glass, letting the warm water run over your tired body. You squeezed whatever soap Steve’s Mom had into your hands and lathered your skin with the suds, letting your mind wander to the boy who was a few metres away.

Images of Steve bare chested, water droplets cascading over his body ran through your mind. You pictured him with sopping wet hair, slicked back against his scalp wishing that you could be the one to rub soap into his skin, massaging his aching muscles. You wanted to be the one to share those intimate moments with Steve, soft touches and sweet kisses as you held each other close.

You didn’t notice how tears began to prickle your eyes. You shut the thoughts off as you shut the shower off, stepping out and wrapping yourself in one of the big white fluffy towels. You dried yourself off as quick as you could, slipping on the t-shirt and shorts Steve gave you.

You clicked the door closed behind you and padded back down the hallway to Steve’s bedroom. You knocked on the door softly to make sure he was decent, you stumbled in on him sat on the edge of his bed rubbing a towel through his hair. His chest was still bare glistening with the water droplet he had yet to dry, a pair of blue pyjama pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“Hey,” you squeaked out.

“Oh, hey!” he grinned at you, “Good shower?”

You nodded. Steve scooched past you, his hand brushing against your waist again as he dumped the wet towel in the hamper in the corner of his room.

You tried not to think about how his touch ignited your skin, pushing down the butterflies to the very pit of your stomach. “I’m gonna go grab the blankets and pillows off the couch, I’m getting pretty tired.” you said.

Steve furrowed his brows at you, “What?! Nonsense, you can sleep here,” he said patting the bed, “you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

Your cheeks began to heat up at the suggestion of sleeping in the same bed as the guy you were practically in love with, “A-are you sure?” you stuttered.

“Yeah, of course,” Steve insisted, “it’s not weird, right?” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand in his own.

“No,” you stated, taking a step closer to him, “not weird.”

“Here,” he said pulling back the comforter for you, “make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.” He got up from his spot on the bed to switch the lamp off.

You scooted into the bed making sure you left enough room for Steve. You sunk down into his soft sheets letting the warm comforter engulf your tired body. The sheets smelt of him, of mint and cedar and boy. It made you want to stay in his bed forever and never leave.

Steve climbed in next to you. You both lay on your back, bodies touching shoulder to shoulder. You stared up at the ceiling as your fingers messed with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing. Steve ran his fingers through his still damp hair as he exhaled through his nose.

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his hand searching underneath the sheets until he found your own, lacing your fingers together as he settled them on the bed between you.

“Are you okay, Steve?” you whispered, glancing over at him laying next to you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, a squeeze to your fingers, “I’m just glad we made it outta there today, you know? Could’a lost you.”

“Hey,” you said, turning in the bed to face him now, “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, Harrington.”

He chuckled and your heart swelled, “Yeah,” he breathed, “wouldn’t have it any other way.” Steve frowned at his own words and he was thankful you couldn’t see his features in the dark.

You suddenly felt a wave of confidence wash over you. Maybe it was the fact that you were in the dark and Steve wouldn’t be able to see the way you toyed with your lip or how your cheeks would blush like crazy. Maybe it was the fact that you were lay next to Steve, in Steve’s bed, in Steve’s clothes. You recalled his conversation with Robin that you overheard from the movie theatre bathroom earlier today.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“I’m an open book.” he replied.

“Have you ever been in love?”

The pause in the air was tense, Steve racked his brain for any sort of reason you may be asking this question.

“Yeah, well- I mean, I think so. I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Who?” you knew who it was, but you had to keep digging.

“Nance.”

You nodded, your hand still clasped together with his. Your thumb rubbed over Steve’s.

“Do you still love her?”

“What?” Steve exclaimed, his eyes growing comically wide with shock, “No! That ship has sailed.”

“Oh,” you whispered, “why not?”

Steve turned to face you fully now, his eyebrows knitted together. The boy wondered why you were interrogating him, why you were so curious about his sham of a love life all of a sudden.

“She broke my heart, y’know? I just couldn’t,” he shrugged, his free hand coming to brush the stray hairs from your face, “besides, I think I found someone who’s a little better for me.”

Your heart sunk. You wished, more than anything, that it was you. That you were the better fit for Steve. You felt Steve’s eyes on you, the small amount of light leaking through the curtains illuminating his features.

“Who is she?”

Steve chuckled, “Well, she’s this super awesome girl. Totally chill, totally smart. She’s just,” the boy next to you poured his heart out to you whilst you were completely oblivious, “so kind and funny, a giant dork really.” He caressed your cheek now, his thumb coming to soothe the hot skin of your cheek, “And she’s gorgeous, so fucking beautiful. I really think she’s the one.”

Tears welled in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over your lashes, “She sounds amazing, Steve. She’d be lucky to have you.” You were happy for him, truly. Steve deserved to be happy and have that special someone. But the despair and jealously in the pit of your stomach wouldn’t let up.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed, “you would be.”

It came out as a whisper, a whisper so quiet you weren’t sure if you heard him right. You blinked your tears away, your gaze locked on Steve’s brown eyes, “What?”

“You heard me,” Steve began, “it’s you. It’s always been you. Fuck, sweetheart, I am hopelessly and utterly in love with you.” he admitted, his body inching ever closer to yours. His eyes scanning for any sort of sign that you didn’t feel the same.

You stared blankly at him, your brain still trying to register what on earth he’d just confessed to you. You couldn’t believe it. Was this a dream? Some kind of sick joke? Steve wouldn’t do that to you.

His brows furrowed as you were still yet to say anything, he began to pull his hand away from your face, “I mean, if you- like, if you don’t feel the same that’s cool too, but I-“

You cut him off, pressing a single finger to his pink lips, “I do,” you nodded, “I mean, I feel the same way, Steve.” You heard him exhale a shaky breath he didn’t realise he was holding, relief washing over his boyish features.

“Good,” he whispered, his body now flush with yours, foreheads pressed together and his nose knocked into your own, “can I kiss you?”

You didn’t respond, your arm slung over his waist, fingertips tracing patterns over his bare back. You pressed your lips to his and the butterflies erupted in your stomach.

Kissing Steve was everything you dreamt of. His lips were soft against your own. He tasted of mint and strawberry chapstick and fuck, was he good at this. So good.

His fingers threaded through your hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip earning a content sigh from you. Steve smiled into you, loving the noises you made, the way your lips fit perfectly with his own.

You pulled apart from each other for just a second, chests heaving against each other as you caught your breath. Steve pulled you into him even closer, if possible, his lips pressing against your temple then your nose.

“C’mere,” he said, laying back against the sheets as he pulled you into his chest, “let’s get some sleep, beautiful.”

You nodded, letting sleep pull your tired body under. Feeling safe and content wrapped in Steve’s arms, ready to start the next chapter of your life side by side.

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Never Glory - Chapter 6

Tom Riddle x reader

TW: blood, gore, death and all that stuff

"Ah what a fine morning," I sarcastically spoke. Our common room is in the dungeons which you guessed, have no windows! I motivated myself to get out of bed because classes would start in less than an hour, and I wouldn't want to be late on my first day. 

As I put my socks on, I checked to see whether Kaiser was awake. He was quite smart and he probably knew the dangers of getting out of his cage while I'm gone. Hence, I let him stay there untouched. 

I brushed my teeth, showered and put on robes. All that morning stuff. My hands then gently skimmed my favorite book about potions. If this was my first time at Hogwarts, I wouldn't call myself smart academically because I simply saw no point in learning things I wouldn't use in the future. That's what I was like back a few centuries ago, only getting grades for the certain parts and thing I would use. Because let's get it straight, no one and I mean no one is going to use botany if they want to take over the world, or kill someone for a matter of fact. What are they going to do? Woo the victim with flowers. But in complete seriousness, it's quite hard to comprehend how much I've changed these years. Life was so repetitive and unoriginal and I still have absolutely no clue why I'm still here. 

The fact that I've seen literally everything terrifies me. It may not seem like it, but death, blood, gore and not to mention, manipulation and torture, have all been seen by my very own old eyes. I just chose not to act on it. The world is already a bloody place without me getting involved. I saw families rise and fall and I couldn't say anything. I've seen the start of this place Hogwarts. 

Honestly, I could've done so much. I could've been powerful, because as far as I know, anyone and everyone immortal is already in Azkaban. But I chose to lead a peaceful life, because I have a feeling. I can't quite get this right, but I feel like someone is going to come, and my time might be over soon. Hogwarts is the only place where I just might get some information about how I'm even possible.

My 'life' has been a blur, and I hope that that changes.

I shuddered at my thoughts before shaking my head and walking out with my books in my hands. It was nearly time for class to start, only about five minutes. I read the syllabus before and I know that it hasn't changed. So if I'm correct, we'll be learning about the Sleeping Draught today in Potions. I assume we have Horace Slughorn for Potions and I hope to be on his good side. I just want to study a bit, get good grades and find out what the hell I'm doing in this era. I may consider asking Dumbledore soon too.

I reached the classroom which wasn't that far. I didn't manage to check whether my roommates were still in bed so Vanity and Vector might be in the class already, or they might be making their way here. I gently pushed the door open to be met with some seats full while others were empty. Only about one third of the students were here so far. As I scanned the room, I noticed that Tom Riddle was one of them. I took no pleasure in smiling, as I knew he nor anyone else would reciprocate. I turned to Professor Slughorn and realized that I had to make a nice impression as Potions was one of my favorite subjects. Although, charms was the one that I was best at.

"Oh and who might you be, young lady? I haven't seen you around before," Professor Slughorn asked. "Daena L/N, Sir. Pleasure to meet you," I grinned a little evilly. He didn't know what I was capable of in this particular class. "Ah, Dumbledore told me a little about you, said you were quite the smart one," he said. Well, he wasn't wrong right now. But before, not quite.

"But I'm afraid, since your from Ilvermorny, they are a little below us in terms of academic levels. So I'll need to assign you a tutor. Maybe Riddle m' boy?" He said as he took a glance towards Riddle who seemed to sneer at me but then politely smiled to the professor. I scowled a little which seemed to go unnoticed by the professor. This is bullshit. I don't need someone teaching me anything. However, I still agreed and continued smiling. I moved next to Riddle after he said yes to the offer. 

I placed my books down and moved away from the guy as much as my chair would let me. Sooner or later, everyone arrived and started chit chatting about whatever the hell they were talking about. I'm really not in a good mood today. I took a small breath in and out to calm myself a little. 

"Everyone! Quiet down, today we will be learning about the Sleeping Draught," Professor Slughorn stated. Well, at least I was right about the Sleeping Draught. I slightly turned my eyes to Riddle, who seemed to be reading a dark arts book. He is just weird, I don't care about how exceedingly 'handsome' people say he is. 

"Okay, so can anyone tell me what the Sleeping Draught is?" Slughorn asked. This is child's play, I'm not even going to bother answering. And it seemed Riddle didn't either. As his hand didn't go up. I assumed him to be the one who would be the first person to put his hand up considering how smart people said he was. I shrugged to myself and saw Slughorn pick a girl in Slytherin, she seemed to be... Oh wait- that's Grace Roka. Well, let's hope she gets this right. 

"It's a potion that causes the consumer to go to sleep for a long time, Sir," she said, smiling. I swear on my immortal life, this girl is a bloody idiot. She's wrong. She didn't even say a sentence and I found a flaw. I raised my hand and heard Slughorn say, "right, but can someone give me a in-depth explanation?" Professor Slughorn asked as Roka slid a smile onto her face for getting the question right. And her friends congratulated her. I rolled my eyes a bit and put my hand up to answer the question Slughorn just asked. 

I saw Riddle's hand slide up too and I prayed that Slughorn would pick me. Slughorn looked at me hesitantly, thinking that I would get the question wrong since I went to Ilvermorny. Well, I can tell he's a judger. "Uhm Daena, why don't you go ahead?" Slughorn said. The class looked at me as I stated my case.

"The Sleeping Draught is a potion which causes the consumer to fall to sleep as Roka said. But, she is wrong, she said that it would cause a long sleep. That is untrue, it is temporary. But instead of a long sleep, it causes a deep sleep where the consumer will not wake up. If you wanted a long sleep, you would use the Draught of Living death," I said while pausing for a second and continuing. "It is a purple mist that envelopes after you open the Sleeping Draught. To make this potion, you need 4 sprigs of Lavender, 6 measures of Standard Ingredient, 2 blobs of Flobberworm Mucus, and 4 Valerian sprigs. Also, the antidote is the Wiggenweld Potion if needed."

I smiled a little before Slughorn spoke up in a little shock. This'll teach you not to judge anyone, Professor.  "Well done, Daena! 10 points to Slytherin, plus 5 because of the enthusiasm and listening skills!"

I smugly smiled and looked towards Roka who slid a little under her chair, ashamed of being pointed out for her flaw. She scowled at me while I just looked back towards Slughorn. 

"Quite the impressive answer, L/N," Riddle whispered into my ear. I know what you're thinking, but I don't fall easily. If I did, I would be dead.

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I have exams and assignments these 2 weeks so I may not post much. It depends though, I might. Also, I just wanted to give a little traits about your personality and who you'd kill for and blah blah. So if the rambling in the first few paragraphs are long, I apologize.

[thenovelartist]

And there was only One Bed - Tears of Themis Headcanons

Premise: There’s only one room left in the hotel, meaning the guys have to be roomies with MC for a night.

Luke

Err… his cheeks are red now.

He’s having to check with MC if she’s okay with it. Not that they had much of a choice.

They take the room, only to discover one bed.

And forget his crush on her; that’s the least of his problems.

He knows she shifts in her sleep.

“You take half and I take half?” MC offers. “Like when we were kids?”

He sighs, lamenting his fate. “I’m so gonna end up on the floor.”

“Sorry.”

When it comes to who showers first: rock, paper, scissors.

He’s the least phased of all the guys by the whole “share one bathroom” situation. They grew up together. They sometimes used to have quick conversations through the bathroom door, normally just a question or two about what they wanted for dinner or if their phone went off and it was their parents.

Which happened this time. “There was a vending machine down stairs. You want anything? And if you mention that diet, I’m getting you two of your favorite candy bars.”

“Just one and only one.”

“You got it.”

(@gavin-plz-call-me once called them the “King and Queen of No Boundaries” and I will never forget it.)

Eventually, Luke makes sure MC’s settled in for bed while he’s planning to stay up a little and figure out tomorrow’s game plan.

Until she literally drags him to bed.

He can’t protest against her.

Contrary to what he thought, he did not end up on the floor.

But it was kinda hard to sleep when the girl of his dreams decided his chest was her new snuggle pillow halfway through the night.

He’ll cave and roll with it. Be selfish just for tonight and hold her there.

Come morning, she apologizes for disrupting him, he dismisses it. And both their cheeks are red.

But it doesn’t phase them. Give it half an hour, they’re back to normal.

(Bonus: “So, kid. Let me get this straight,” Aaron Yishmir started. “You spent the night with her, and you’re still not gonna tell her anything?”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“You’re hopeless.)

Vyn

Well… this is a predicament.

However, they come to some awkward agreement that if it’s the only place to sleep for the night, they’ll take it and figure it out as they go.

However, things only go from bad to worse when they learn there’s only one bed.

There were very few times since becoming an adult that Vyn ever found himself at a loss. And this was one of those times.

“Um… are you comfortable splitting?”

His glasses almost fell off his face at MCs suggestion.

Before he can even think about suggesting to take the chair, MC is putting up a blanket wall. “Like this?”

Er… aha…

Oh geez, this woman…

He caves to that deep, ugly part of him that’s begging “yes” and agrees.

Then comes the new revelation there’s only one bathroom, which rose the question of who was going to shower when.

He just lets her take the first shower while his mind is still storming.

During that time, he realizes this may be the only time he has the privacy to actually record his voice diary.

It’s a total disaster. He’s in mental turmoil and can barely think straight.

But MC is acting normal, meaning he’s got to try to act normal.

Normally, he takes his showers in the morning, but he takes it at night this time just so he can have another moment of privacy to get his thoughts in order.

This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement…

Bedtime rolls around, and poor, unsuspecting Vyn believes they are each going to stay on their respective sides of the bed.

However, Author has a headcanon these two both sleep like dead logs.

Morning rolls around, and they’re still both asleep, only they’re totally entangled.

MC wakes up first, laying on top of Vyn.

And when she freaks, flailing and falling off the bed in the process, that’s when Vyn wakes, too.

It was… an interesting morning to say the least.

They come to the agreement to never speak on it again.

(Until a few years down the line after they’re together and can look back on that day with amusement.)

Artem

When the person at the front desk said there was only one room left, Artem about had a heart attack.

He cannot possibly share a room with MC. That’s super improper.

Will call around to any other hotel in the area, but no avail.

MC will literally have to drag this poor man up to the room.

“It will be fine, Artem.”

Except, it wasn’t. There was one bed.

Cue almost heart attack number 2.

He almost left to go sleep in the car. MC had to restrain him.

“We can share right? Like, if we—”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Not even if we put a blanket—”

“No. I’ll sleep in the chair.”

There was no convincing him to sleep anywhere else.

And MC tried.

Eventually, she had to surrender. “Fine. Then do you want the first shower?”

Oh… there was only one bathroom… that they’d be sharing…

Cue almost heart attack number 3.

Will legitimately leave the room while she’s showering. He just feels too awkward and like he’s invading her privacy.

Then bed time rolls around and he’s unable to sleep, so he works on his laptop for the time being.

Ends up pulling an all-nighter, which MC anticipated.

She set an alarm for early in the morning so she could then force him to bed for a few hours.

While he insisted he was fine, he was too tired to protest as she pushed him down into bed. “Sleep, will you. I know you didn’t sleep all night.”

Thought he’d have trouble, but he was so wound up all night over everything that had happened that he’s passed out in fifteen minutes.

And stayed out cold for a few hours.

When they left, MC made sure to thank him for being such a gentleman. She thought it was the least she could do for his troubles.

That, and she quite liked the way his ears and neck turned red.

(Bonus: He hopes Celestine never finds out what happened on that business trip.

But when she finds out curtesy of MC, she will never let him live it down.)

Marius

The moment he finds out there’s only one room, he actually gets super flustered.

And as he does, instantly goes in to deflective Playboy Flirt mode.

“Get your head out of the gutter, you little—”

MC shut that down, real quick.

Most he could do then is just say “It can’t be that bad, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Well, apparently only be one bed.

Flustered Marius = Playboy Persona

“That’s it,” MC says. “You take the bed.”

“What? Don’t you wanna share?”

“No.”

“Ouch!”

But really, he wants to find some way to get her to take the bed because he really will feel awful otherwise.

Then comes the single bathroom realization.

“You wanna shower together?”

“Marius, I swear I will kick you out of this room and take the keycard from you.”

“Oh, my feisty Miss Attorney.”

“Miss Attorney will sue you for sexual harassment.”

“Understood.”

He gets to shower first, and then ends up giving her some excuse for leaving the room entirely.

He loves teasing her, but this might be the most he’s ever pushed his luck. And he actually doesn’t want her to hate him, so he’ll give her this space at least.

As for the bed situation…

MC tries to sleep on the couch, but he can’t stand it, so he decides to push his luck and simply carry her to bed.

“I won’t pull anything, I swear.”

“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I know I’ll sleep better here than the couch.”

“See?”

“Marius.”

“I’ll shut up.”

Regrets his decision halfway through the night when Mr. Light Sleeper realizes Ms. Dead Log moves in her sleep.

She was snuggled up against his back, and his heart was going doki doki too hard to even think about going back to sleep.

Eventually, he rolls over and snuggles her, not just because he wants to, but he hopes it will keep her still through the night.

Unfortunately, she was not happy in the morning.

“Can’t we talk about this?”

She kept her face turned away from him the rest of the day, but he knew it was red with blush. “Shut up.”

[onestepbackwards]

The former if possible!

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You got it Anon! Thanks for clearing stuff up! I hope you enjoy this! (o゜▽゜)o☆

Summary: Ingo has happily been living with you in your world for a few weeks now. All seems well and good, until one day you go missing. Petrified that something might have happened to you, Ingo begins to panic. Before he can do anything however, he happens to see a familiar figure on the tv screen in your room…

CW: Yandere/Obsessive behavior, Self aware characters, Slight enabling of obsessive behavior, mentions of killing

Word Count: 1663 words - - -

Ingo was panicking.

It had been about 2 weeks since he had managed to enter your world. You both had fallen into a rhythm of sorts. You both would do everything together. Eat, sleep, sometimes even shower, if you’d let him join you. You both even started exploring different hobbies to do, you taking an interest in trains, and he was enjoying trying out your own hobbies.

With work, Ingo understands he can’t join you, but tries to help out where he can. He has started making you meals before you go, and will help you do a run through to make sure you have everything on you. 

You joked he has become your loving househusband. He could practically feel his ears turn red, but couldn’t help but feel pride with the name. Househusband… he loved that. If it means he can help you out while you work hard, he’ll happily be your househusband. He hates that you have to actually leave for work, but understands you make the money in this relationship, especially for two people. Reluctantly, he lets you go to work. Besides that, he has been over the moon living with you. You were his everything. Sure, he sometimes misses his world, but he doesn’t regret meeting you. His world was just numbers and code. At the end of the day, his world was just a playground for your reality, and he was simply an oddity. Regardless, he wouldn’t trade this for the world. You loved him, he knew you did. He could tell you genuinely enjoyed spending time with him, from happily sitting in his presence, to the times you both had gotten intimate. He was so happy. So when he got out of a shower that morning, he was confused when he didn’t find you in the kitchen. When he called out for you and didn’t receive an answer, he felt his heart pick up a beat. Quickly, he began searching the house. Your room, the guest room, the living area, and anywhere else you could be, was empty. He even checked outside, and no sign of you! Ingo could feel a panic attack beginning to crawl up his throat. Where were you? Ingo once again combed through the house, and settled outside your room. Clawing at his coat and his neck, Ingo began pacing, his head beginning to fill with different scenarios. Where could they have gone? Did they leave him? They couldn’t have, right? If you had gone somewhere, you would have said something! Besides, your car was still here! Ingo had to fight the urge to pull his hair out, his eyes beginning to tear up. No, you wouldn’t have left him. So what happened to you? Oh Arceus, did someone break in and kidnap you while he was in the shower? He didn’t find any sign of a struggle, but perhaps they held you at gunpoint? Ingo could feel his chest beginning to burn, and he could feel himself beginning to hyperventilate. What if you were hurt? Oh gods, what if they killed you? “This can’t be happening! I finally found a way to them, and they disappear!?” Ingo, in his panic, nearly missed it. An all too familiar sound of a text box. Head snapping in the direction of the sound, Ingo quickly shuffled into your room, and nearly choked at what he saw. Your TV was on, and his game was on. You had mentioned wanting to 100% the game with him, so seeing the game itself wasn’t surprising. What had him in shock was the fact the hero was by a set of NPCs. Two to be exact. One was Volo, the other, was unmistakably you. The clothes, it was the same ones you had been wearing, and your hair, it was unmistakable. Ingo’s breath was in his throat. How? How had you ended up in his world? That shouldn’t have been possible- …Unless… Did him entering your world create a two way opening, for anyone who tried to enter and leave? Ingo stumbled his way over to the screen, eyes wide. —------ “Are you sure you wouldn’t like assistance? I’m sure I could help you out, if needed!” Volo assured, waggling his finger at you. You smiled at him, though it looked strained. “I’m sure! Thank you though. I’m waiting for my partner, and I’m sure the hero here will protect me.” You explained, gesturing to said hero, who stood nearby, watching idly. Volo seemed to eye you closely, before giving you a smile, one that seemed off. 

“I see! Well, surely you both won’t mind the company while you wait for your partner.” Volo spoke and slung an arm around your shoulder. You seemed to shrink in on yourself at the action. 

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Ingo could feel his jaw go slack. It felt like all at once, his mind was buzzing with words, but he wasn’t registering any of them. Finally after a few moments, Ingo saw red. All feelings of panic and confusion were gone, replaced by an overwhelming rush of rage and possessiveness. You had mentioned liking Volo as a character a while back, but didn’t like how he followed you around all game. When he betrayed your character, you had been both intrigued and upset. You truly were a kind soul, to feel betrayed like that. Showed your instincts weren’t wrong when it came to Volo. So now, seeing you very much stuck in his world, with a character that had betrayed you, not leaving you alone? It made Ingo’s blood boil. Especially given how Volo should not be there. At all. Working fast, Ingo made sure his pokemon were still on his belt, and when Volo was facing away from the screen, he crawled in. Just as easy as the first time. As Ingo walked closer, you perked up at the sound of footsteps and looked his way. However, you did a double take. Ingo no longer was slouching. He stood up straight and tall, and practically stalked his way over. His face may have been its normal frown, but his eyes… They looked so angry. He looked like a predator. Volo practically recoiled when he turned and saw Ingo, which gave you the opportunity to run into Ingo’s arms. “Ingo you’re here! I was so scared, I had no idea if you’d find me!” You cried out, your voice muffled as you pressed your face into his chest. 

Ingo pulled you in close after quickly looking over you, and kissed the top of your head, breathing in your scent.

You were safe. 

He was here and you were safe.

Rubbing your back in comfort, Ingo’s eyes sharply looked over Volo, who was now approaching you both.“Warden Ingo! It has been a while, has it not?”

Ingo didn’t say a word.

Volo, despite looking a little put off, continued.

“My, you never mentioned having a partner. Is that why you’ve been gone? No one has seen you in Jubilife lately.” He continued, his eyes dropping down to you.

Ingo kept himself calm, trying not to show how Volo’s words made his blood freeze.

“...Yes. Something like that.” He finally responded. You looked up briefly from your hug, eyeing Volo from the side.

“Say, I haven’t seen your partner around before, or those clothes. Where are they from?”

Ingo felt himself sneer.

“None of your business. You should leave. Now.” Ingo demanded, his voice low, yet booming all the same. Volo almost seemed taken aback, but at the same time looked oh so curious.

Ingo wanted to break his neck.

Volo had made you uncomfortable, he had touched you.

No one was allowed to touch you, but him.Volo ‘tsked’, before shrugging, and turning around to walk away. He glanced behind him and the two of them.

“Alright. See you soon, Warden.”

He then looked at you, and gave what Ingo assumed was a wink.

“Be seeing you around too.”  and with a wave, he began walking off.

Ingo was silent for a moment, and you briefly moved so you could look up at him.

“Honey, are you alright?” you asked, tentatively. Ingo continued watching Volo as he walked, until the blonde was no longer in sight.

“...I’m going to kill him.”

Your eyes widened, and you sputtered. Ingo’s tone had never sounded so vicious before.

“What? Why!?” you asked, confused. Ingo grasped your shoulders, and leaned down to look at you.

“He made you uncomfortable. He then assumed you were lying, and touched you. Only I can touch you.” He explained, his silver eyes staring deep into your own. You blinked, and tilted your head.

“I mean, yeah, but does that mean you really need to kill him? He backed off once he knew you were my partner.”

Ingo didn’t respond, and you eventually sank back into his embrace. With a sigh, you nuzzled into his chest.

“Can we just go home? I accidentally fell in here when I was adjusting the volume on the TV. Gave me a huge scare, appearing here out of nowhere. This was not how I was anticipating being in this world for the first time.” you mumbled, clearly exhausted. Ingo rubbed your back, and nodded.

As much as he would love to show you his world, it would have to wait. It wasn’t safe, and he wasn’t thinking of just the Pokemon.

His gaze continued to stare where Volo had walked off towards.

Volo shouldn’t have been able to appear here. It was in the code, he doesn’t show up again after the final battle. So the fact he had shown up here, when and where you appeared of all places…

Ingo ground his teeth together, and gripped you tightly.

“Yes. Let’s go home, my dear.”

Perhaps another look at the code was in order after you were safely in your room, away from this world. Away from anyone who could hurt you.

Some unwanted garbage data needed to be deleted…

[shigarakisbabyy]

Hi, I just learned less than an hour ago that my grandma d*ed this morning. Could I possibly get a Bakusquad (platonic) with male reader who gets the call in middle of class. He leaves the class for 15 minutes and when he returns, he's calm and looks like he was just simply told about a boring school project. Later on in the week though, he suddenly pissed during class and just... wordlessly screams out of anger/agony/stress before breaking down? (The stress/anger of not being able to grieve properly)

Basically Bakusquad (or whoever you'd like) taking care of their grieving friend? Thank you friend. I'm not really a grieving person and I get angry more over the fact that I dont feel sad

-LKZ

Hi!! I’m so sorry about your grandma love, if you need to talk about it my messages are open <3. I hope I did your request right!

Warnings: grief, death, depression

You walked back into the classroom, your eyes still wide with shock. Your movements were robotic, like you were running on autopilot. They lacked any personality or shakiness, it was uniform and smooth. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. How could they be gone?

“Y/n?” Denki asked, “You good?”

You snapped out of your trance, noticing that you were now sitting in your seat, thought you can’t remember ever sitting down.

“Hm?” You asked, “Oh, I’m fine. Thanks.”

You voice lacked any emotion. Devoid and lifeless.

“What was the call about dude?” Kirishima asked, leaning over his desk to look at you.

“Ah, it was nothing,” You lied, “I just had a project for another class and the person I’m working with had to call and ask some things.”

He nodded and went back to working on your guys’s assignment, completely oblivious to your lie. Of course it wasn’t nothing. Someone was gone. Someone you loved, gone from the world. Why weren’t you feeling anything? It was like everything had just been shut off, emotions and thoughts.

You gulped, staring down at your work. You reread the directions over and over, but they lacked any meaning. You sighed and gripped the side of your desk, tapping your pencil against the hard wood.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bakugo asked, “Did the desk hurt you or something?”

You snapped out of it, releasing your hand and wincing at the pain that came from all the pressure you had put on it.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, going back to pretending to work on your assignment.

Your friends all eyed each other, but said nothing.

It had been a struggle to get out of bed in the morning, each day harder than the last. You hadn’t let yourself feel anything, you hadn’t thought about anything else other than the daily chores you had needed to do. No classwork or homework got done.

You awoke with a start to the blaring sound of your alarm, groaning and rolling over after hitting the snooze button. You grabbed your blankets and covered your head with them, like you could hair out the world and get more sleep if you just ignored everything else. You did fall back asleep for a few minutes, but then your second alarm broke your peace again.

Get out of bed. Take a shower. Brush your teeth. Get dressed. Fix your hair. Each motion was done methodically, but it was slow and sluggish. Like the gears of an old machine that croaked and groaned when it was turned on, but still worked nonetheless. You did each chore with a blank expression on your face, your eyes devoid of all light.

You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your pocket, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder as you exited your dorm room. Each step was difficult, like you had 15 pound weights on each ankle that wouldn’t go away unless you crawled back into your bed. Maybe you could skip today.

You sighed and kept walking, your eyes trained in the ground. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but you ignored it. You had ignored all your notifications the past week, instead repurposing your phone as a nice watch and alarm clock.

Your bag felt heavy on your shoulders, making each step forward a struggle.

“It’s a Friday,” You thought, “Just one more day and then I can hole up in my room as much as I want. I got this.”

You sighed and pushed out all the thoughts from your mind, focusing on each step towards your classroom.

When you walked in everyone was bubbly and chatting, sitting on desks (much to Iida’s disapproval) and laughing with their friends. You internally groaned from all the noise and took your seat, choosing to play on your phone until class started instead of being social.

“Y/N!” Denki called, “Come over here dude! Whatcha sitting alone for?”

You shook your head, then went back to ignoring everyone else.

Actual class wasn’t much easier. You hadn’t studied at all for that day’s test, so you stared at the sheet of paper in front of you like it was written in a foreign language. You chewed on the end of your pencil, staring at your name written across the top, the only marking you’ve made so far.

Aizawa was walking around the rows of desks, making sure no one was cheating and that everyone was working. When he walked by your desk he stopped, and looked down at you with a look of disapproval.

“Y/N,” He grunted, “You have nothing written down.”

“I know,” You mumbled.

“Did you not care to study? You haven’t turned in a single assignment this week. I’d expect more from a hero course student,” He scolded.

You could hear the classes muffled laughter, and you could see their side eye glanced in your peripheral vision.

None of them knew what you were going through. They had no fucking right to laugh. None of them understood how hard it was to get out of bed in the morning, how your every movement felt robotic and sluggish, how you hadn’t seemed to be able to feel any emotion the past week. They didn’t fucking understand. How could they? The class didn’t care that you had gotten that call on Monday, saying they were gone.

You swiped your paper off the desk, watching as it floated down and landed on the floor. You chucked your pencil across the room and grabbed your bag, pushing past Aizawa to head to the door. You let out a meaningless yell while doing so, the sound ripping out of your throat like it had been waiting to do so all week. It felt good; the pressure was gone.

“I fucking hate all of you!” You yelled, slamming the door shut behind you and making a beeline for the dorms. The tears that had been building up all week were finally pouring down your cheeks, dropping down onto the ground while you ran through the halls.

You didn’t care just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into, all that mattered was getting out of that goddamn classroom.

You had laid in your bed for hours, catching up on sleep and sulking. You had chucked your phone across the room a while ago, the constant buzz of notifications had annoyed you.

You sighed and rolled over, shoving your face into your nest of blankets and sighing at how warm and cozy it was.

You had just almost fallen back asleep when three sharp knocks rattled your door, followed by four cries of “Y/N!”. Your friends were here. And knowing them, they wouldn’t leave until you answered.

You groaned and rolled out of bed, your pajama bottoms you had changed into dragging on the floor behind you.

You opened up the door, the faces of your concerned friends looking back at you. Well, three of them were concerned, Bakugo just looked pissed.

“Are you okay man? That was a pretty big thing you did back in the classroom?” Sero asked, walking into your dorm and sitting in his usual spot on the floor, in front of the tv.

The rest of them filed in, sitting in their spots they always did when you all hanged out.

You sighed. You might as well stop pretending you’re okay. You quietly shut the door and slumped onto your bed.

“Yeah! I’d expect that kinda thing from Bakugo, not you Y/N!” Kirishima exclaimed, patting Bakugo on the back.

“Shut the fuck up before I kill you, shitty hair,” Bakugo grunted.

“No, i’m not okay. I’ve had a tough week,” You mumbled, your voice muffled from your face being shoved in the blankets.

“Do you want to talk about it? We’re all ears,” Denki offered.

You rolled over, staring up at the ceiling of your room. From all the nights you had stayed up staring at it, you could probably draw it exactly how it is from memory.

“Some in my family died on Monday, I got the call in class,” You admitted.

There was silence for a good while. None of them knew what to say, they hadn’t really dealt with loss and grief before.

“That… that really sucks dude. I’m sorry,” Sero apologized.

“No wonder you’ve been silent and depressed all week,” Denki noted.

“I… I’ll be okay. I’ll get over it eventually,” You sighed.

“Well, you’re still grieving now! It’s okay to be upset. I can help you do your assignments if it’s too much!” Kirishima offered.

You laughed a little bit, grateful he was so willing to help.

“Kirishima, your stupid ass would probably make his grade worse,” Bakugo teased.

You chuckled a little. Bakugo never failed to make you laugh.

“Do you want to talk about it? About them?“ Sero asked.

You shook your head. You weren’t just ready yet.

“That’s okay. But just know we’re here for you, okay? If you ever want to talk about it, I’m sure any of us would be willing to listen. Well, maybe not Bakugo, but I’m here!” Denki exclaimed.

“The fuck you mean?” Bakugo yelled, “You think I’m a shitty friend?! I’d fuckin’ listen!”

“I know you would dude, I don’t think you’re a shitty friend,” You reassured.

“Do you want us to help get your mind off it?” Kirishima asked.

You rolled over to face them and then nodded. You could really use that right now.

Denki sat up in excitement, “It’s Mario kart time!” He yelled.

All five of you raced for controllers to the gaming console, and for the first time in a week, you were grateful you weren’t alone.