#also I saw that you wouldn't mind if I skipped the other one but uh my brain doesn't let me pull that kind of thing

[luveline]

Hi id love to send u a request but I just can't match your genius mind, id looooveee more zombie!au Steve!!! 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 maybe smth about r or Steve almost being bitten by a geek?

hi!! thank you angel!! zombie au steve x fem!reader, 3k

"Sneaking around with your boyfriend would've been considered sort of scandalous a few years ago," you think aloud, eyes skipping over medication labels slowly. "Now it's the norm."

"We are the opposite of scandalous," Steve says. 

You push pill bottles aside to meet his eyes through the gap in the shelves. He narrows his gaze. "You know how you saw me naked, like, a week after we met?" 

Steve's glare turns playfully salacious. "Yeah?" 

"Did that make it less, uh, important? Not important. Was it less intimate for you when I was naked on purpose?" 

Steve returns his eyes to the pill bottles. "No." 

"Is that weird for me to ask you?" 

"No, that's not weird, why would that be weird?" He looks up again. His expression softens. "Don't worry, it's not weird. It's a normal question. You're wondering if I was… desensitised." 

"Yeah, exactly. Were you desensitised?" 

Trust Steve to say something snippy and then feel bad enough afterwards to immediately backtrack. There's no need for him to feel guilty because you'd known he was joking, and if he weren't it wouldn't matter to you —you know being outside of camp makes him nervous, and tightly strung. You aren't expecting him to be all smiles, especially when you're asking peculiar questions. 

"If anything," he says, his voice a murmur that evidences shy affection, "it was way more special. I knew you back to front already, but the first time you showed me you, on purpose, it was different." 

You grin at him. "Like a look don't touch scenario where you finally get to touch?" 

"I'm trying to be sweet on you." 

"What was it like?" you ask. Your smile is audible. 

"Like fucking relief." He reaches through the shelves to squeeze your hand. "You're being slow." 

You take your hand back and return to the task. You're looking for anti-seizure medication for one of the children at camp. It's an important mission and neither of you had hesitated when Joyce asked you to go, but you can't say you enjoy being out here. Talking to Steve makes things better. Easier to cope. Talking to Steve about loving him and being loved by him could make you forget a pike through the chest. 

You move to the next shelf below. 

There aren't many drugs for epilepsy. You aren't sure the child even has epilepsy, but no one has the knowledge to identify anything else. Sarah (Robin's fast friend from camp) read in her field medic journal that a seizure can be caused by lots of things, and she also said that sometimes what looks like a seizure isn't a seizure at all. What is it, then? you'd asked. 

The page was missing. 

You're working through a mental list of four drugs methodically, scanning and rescanning the labels on the bottles in the back of a pharmacy. This is the raw stuff, the kind that sometimes needs to be ground and poured into capsules with filler, so if you do find the right meds you'll also need to find a pestle and some other equipment. It's a hassle, but it's worth it completely if it helps. 

"Clonazepam," you read. You lift your head. "Steve, that's the right one, right? Clonazepam?" 

Steve's head snaps up. "Yeah, that's the last resort one. Where's that?" 

He rounds the shelves to be on the same side as you, seemingly hoping for similar medications to be in the same place. His hand drops casually to your shoulder as he bends, reading each label with a determined brow. 

"Valproate," he says, relieved, hand closing around another bottle. "Okay, two options. Thank god." 

"Do they have the side effects on the bottle?" you ask. 

Steve turns the bottle but there's no second label.

"The side effects are usually worse than the original problem," he says, frowning, "remember those migraine pills we found, the leaflet?" That's how bored you and Steve had become at one point in your isolation, you'd started reading medical pamphlets. "I'd rather have a headache than lose my sense of smell." 

"Depends on how bad the headache is. You keep looking for the, uh, the carba-Tegre one. I'll go scout the equipment." 

"Tegretol," he corrects lightly. "Carbamazepine, brand name Tegretol." 

You're impressed by his memory. He sees that, and he lifts his hand to you. Palm your way, you can see he's written the names of the medication as you'd been advised to find by one of the camp members, a retired carer who worked bedside for a lady who suffered from epilepsy. 

"Your spelling is terrible," you say. 

"Whatever," he says flippantly. You're barely ten paces away when he adds, "I love you." 

"I love you too," you say. There's no need to call. The building, this entire town, is silent. You'll hear a geek a mile away. 

You poke at dusty equipment sceptically. You don't need filler, you don't think, but it affects absorption, maybe? You're not a pharmacist nor a chemist, whoever's watching knows you didn't have time to become much of anything, you're just doing as the retired carer advised. There's a press contraption with what feels like hundreds of caplet sized holes toward the front. You put it in your bag and lament its weight as you search for a pestle. 

"I've found the filler," Steve says. "There's a huge container of it. Lactose. And another of starch."

"Starch, like potatoes? We could put her medicine in mash potato."

"I think we just need a pestle and a weighing scale now. And some hand sanitiser." 

"I'll have the scales and the sanitiser, what about Robin's deodorant?" you ask. 

"At the front. I'll get it. You'll have another one?" 

"Please tell me they have that Carribean Crush one again, it was lovely." 

"You're lovely. I'll find it." 

The weighing scale must get its name from how ridiculously heavy it is. That along with the pestle has your bag feeling like a boulder attached to your neck. Maybe Steve will be willing to share the load with you. Actually, there's no need for maybe. If you tell him, he'll carry it with you happily. 

You scan the room for useful things. Batteries, food, things you've trained your eye to pick out of a bomb site if necessary. You pocket a pen for Steve and leave the rest where it lays, stepping out into the slightly bigger medications room before rounding a plexiglass wall to the pharmacy counter. Steve crouches down the aisleway, rejected roll-on deodorant on the floor beside him. 

You're about ten feet away from him when the geek lunges for him. 

You can't even tell it's a geek at first, it moves quickly, quietly, smooth as a living human. They've become diverse as the infection thrives, and you should've been thinking about that fact. You should've been standing at the front of the room. 

You freeze. You freeze and you waste time. 

"Steve!" you shriek. 

Steve's flat on his side, kicking with the entire force of his body. The geek actually bounces back with the force of each kick, but he's persistent, and stronger than he should be, a mottled hand on Steve's shoulder and decaying teeth snapping with a sound like cracking marble near his face. Steve tries to scramble from under the geek and its face falls down by Steve's ribs and upper arm. He yanks his arm away, and there's an odd ripping sound. 

You run so fast down the aisle to protect him that you can't slow, the entire weight of your body and the heavy bag you carry throttling the geek with a horrid slap against the glass door. It flies open and you topple out onto asphalt, sliding across the geek's body and taking the brunt of your rolling in your hands and the top of your face. Steve shouts a war cry and barrels after you. You go on knees, hands trembling and rushing as you grab for the knife in your belt. Steve lands on top of the geek and drives the blade of his pen knife straight into the crease between its brows, grunting as he goes, his breath coming too fast. 

You've clipped your head on the floor, the warmth of blood trickling down your brow. It doesn't concern you. 

What concerns you is the sizable tear in Steve's coat. 

He almost cuts you with his knife as you run at him, yanking the sleeves of his coat and jacket down. 

"What– what are you doing?" he asks. You tug at his sleeve like you've been possessed, panic a coil that won't loosen in your throat. "What–?" 

If he's been bitten, you'll have to saw his arm off. It's the most horrible thing you can think of, hurting someone you love, hurting the one person you love most. Your breath is half sob as you finally get his outerwear off of his arm. You don't know how to do that to somebody and especially Steve, how could you ever sever a limb? But if it will stop the infection, if it would save him—

You push the long sleeve of his t-shirt up his arm and stare down at his arm. Bruised near the wrist, pale, threaded with dark-green veins, his skin is unbroken. He hasn't been bitten. 

You pull his arm to your chest and almost break down there in the street. Steve stands with his coat hanging off of his one shoulder and doesn't respond to your actions for a long, heavy second. 

"You thought it bit me," he says. 

Your breath catches. 

"It didn't bite you." 

"No," he says, "it didn't bite me." 

"Your coat." 

Steve pulls you back inside of the store. He looks around the room twice, and then leads you to an empty corner to hug you. 

You're frenetic and frantic at once, hands sliding up and down his arm, eyes tracing his light skin like an injury might materialise. 

"It didn't bite me," Steve says, "but you're bleeding." 

You hiss as his fingertip locates your cut forehead. It must be a very small cut considering how little it bled. You've had head injuries that wept for hours, leaving you dizzy and disorientated from the subsequent lack of blood. This one's a wimp. 

You've also seriously hurt your shoulder from the backpack's weight and your small skirmish. You're not going to tell him that, not now, not when you've been dropped face first into the horror of potentially losing him forever. 

Steve eases out of his jacket. He takes your hand from his arm and pushes both sleeves up, bearing both arms in front of you. 

"It didn't get me, honey. Try to calm down." 

He says it softly, with no judgement or condescension. Only concern. 

"I'm fine," you say. 

It's strangled, you'll admit. Steve turns his arms to show you both sides before he tilts your head up and toward the meagre filtering sunlight, analysing your head injury in detail. 

"Did you hurt yourself? When you fell, did it feel like you hit it hard, or was it something sharp?" You don't answer, and he gets snippy. "Y/N, tell me. Did it hurt?" 

"Steve, you're the one who almost got bit." 

"And you're the one who almost died of a fucking concussion not that long ago, in case you forgot. Sit down. I'm not kidding, sit down." 

You blink, mildly startled by his hissing, and sit on the ground. He's being snappy because he's panicking, that's all it is. You hold back an unhelpful comment that your concussion had been months and months ago, so it kind of was long ago. 

He lets his coat and jacket fall to the floor and jogs back up the aisle to the bandages and gauze. He takes a detour for antiseptic, and then he sets himself down in front of you. 

"Did you hit it hard?" he asks. 

You shake your head. 

He doused a piece of gauze in antiseptic. "Sting," he warns, washing the length of your forehead with his makeshift wipe. He quickly swaps the bloodied one for a clean one. "Hold this." 

You hold it. He gets back up, scouring the shelves by the bandages until he plucks out a small box. He crushes it with his hand and the medical tape inside falls into his waiting palm. He sits again, tears two strips, and lines the edges of your gauze with them. It would all be much easier if they had big band-aids. 

"Show me your pupils, baby," he says. 

Steve, for his street smarts and survival skills, used to freak out about injuries. But Steve freaking out freaks you out and he guessed that soon enough, so every cut and bruise these days is met with a silent approach. It's the opposite of your reaction. Embarrassment starts to creep in. 

You widen your eyes and let Steve check your pupils. 

"Same size," he says. 

"It's just a cut." 

Steve shuffles across the floor so his thigh is pressed to yours, rather than having his back to the store. He breathes out slowly, breathes in quick, and then forces the bottom of his palm into his thigh cruelly. 

"How the fuck did that happen?" he asks. If he weren't being hyper vigilant, he'd be scrubbing his eyes in a tell tale nervous tic. "We haven't had something like that in months. We swept this whole place when we came in, where the fuck was he hiding? I feel sick." 

"You do?" you ask, terrified. 

"It didn't bite me," he assures you again. Thankfully without any annoyance. 

"It ripped a chunk out of your coat with its teeth. Forgive me for thinking your skin was less hardy than pressed plastic." 

Your acidity shocks you both. 

Things are awkward for a split second, 'cos it's difficult to feel awkward around someone who you've spent every second of the day with since you met. You feel for a moment that you could just take him by the shoulders and shake him. You love him, you could never hurt him, but he has to see sense: he doesn't understand how much you need him. Not to keep you alive, but to give you a reason to do it yourself. If he got bit, you'd die. Plain and simple. Internally first, but surely the heartbreak would murder you in the end. 

"I didn't know you were so disagreeable," Steve says. 

"I didn't know you knew a word that long."

Steve laughs, startled. You want to be mad, but you're so thankful that he's not dying and so suddenly wiped you can only laugh with him.

"I forgot how quick you are when we fight," Steve says. 

"We don't fight anymore." 

"That could be amended. Especially if you're going to get fresh with me."

"You started it." 

"I always start it." Steve flicks your shoulder."Let me see your head," he says. You turn your neck so he can see the outermost side of your head. "You swelled up like a helium balloon when you fell through that floor. It was right at the back of your head and I could tell something was wrong… This is fine. It bulged out last time." 

"It what?" you demand, pulling another rare laugh from him.

He winds down, clasping your knee. You cover his hand, and only then do you realise it's shaking.

"Steve, you almost died." 

"But I didn't die, I'm fine, and you need to stop freaking out because high blood pressure is definitely bad for a concussion. You could die yourself if you don't relax, seriously." Steve clears his throat. "Sorry, for getting heated. And thanks for knocking that guy clean off of me, what was that? You holding out on me when we wrestle? That was clean." 

"That was like, a mom's adrenaline thing. No, not 'cos I'm your mom, idiot. Loved one's adrenaline. I thought you were gonna die and suddenly I could've run for fucking gold in the Tokyo Olympics." 

"How did I get some of that? Whenever you're hurt I just feel like crying." 

"I think the crying bit comes after. Maybe if you tried getting to me quicker you'd have enough adrenaline to save me." 

He smiles before he talks, so you know it's going to be bad, "If a geek eats me during an adrenaline rush, am I a human Red Bull?"

"Okay, you have to keep an eye on the store because I need to be hugging you," you say, giving him little time to disagree as you climb on top of his lap. 

It's not comfortable nor sexy, but for once you don't care how heavy you are. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and cradle his head, his face hooked over your shoulder so that he can still see your surroundings. He slides his hands underneath your coat and hugs you in turn. Your heart's still racing, and his hands are still shaking, but you lived. He lived. You've defeated danger for the hundredth time. 

"This really doesn't get any easier, does it?" you ask, petting his hair.  

He pats your back. "No, I don't think so. S'why I need you with me." 

"That's why I need you." 

Steve dots a quick kiss against the column of your throat. When he puts his chin back atop your shoulder, it's with a heaving sigh. 

"I can't believe you almost got bit," you say. 

"Yeah, well. Nobody has any manners anymore." 

[faulty-writes]

[ This is a continuation of this request. I know I promised that I would write a part II ages ago because that's what all of you voted on. But better late than never! Here you go, I hope you enjoy it. Fair warning: I wrote this with the perspective of the reader taking medication to help their 'disorder' and I suppose you might want to skip reading this if you're sensitive to topics of medication and disorders. Requested Tag -> @canthebest1. Also tagging -> @kazuumii since this is a continuation of the request they requested. ]

[ You made the foolish decision to hide your "disorder" from Katsuki after receiving medication for it. Despite that, he and a few others noticed something was off about you. Katsuki is determined to change your mind when he discovers what you have been hiding from him. ]

When the doctor announced the diagnosis, your world crumbled, and darkness fell over you. Your mind raced with thoughts of your classmates, your teachers, your future goals as a hero, and more importantly, what Katsuki would think. You briefly considered hiding this from him.

Since he already yelled at you for not paying attention daily, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? Despite what you thought, the pills prescribed by the doctor caused a drastic change in you, so that it was immediately apparent that you weren't the same person.

When the next school morning came, your stomach was churning into knots, but somehow your focus seemed heightened, yet forced. Everything and everyone passed by you in slow motion, almost as if you were outside of your body.

As soon as Katsuki saw you, he knew something was wrong. First, you didn't smile, and second, you distanced yourself from him and your friends. What was most critical was that you had not mentioned mushrooms. Just what the hell is going on?

It wasn’t often that you kept things from him, and damned if he didn’t notice all the stares you were getting. To avoid being distracted during school, he waited to address what was wrong with you until after the day was over.

After the bell rang and everyone rushed to their lockers, he approached you. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” He snapped, slamming your locker shut. Your eyes filled with uncertainty as you looked at him, and he noticed that the familiar light that shone in them was gone.

Clenching his jaw, he felt like he was looking at a damn zombie. “What is wrong with you!?” He yelled again, grasping your shoulders, and shaking you. The students passing by with questionable expressions were completely ignored by him.

“Uh K-Kacchan, I don’t think…” Izuku tried to approach but froze when Katsuki glared at him. “Mind your own business, you damn Deku!” You looked over at Izuku, who was now holding his hands up in fear. “I-I'm sorry, Kacchan, but…” He looked at you, frowning at your appearance.

“I…I think something is wrong with Y/n and y-you…you can’t just shake her l-like that…you need to s-show her you care!” Katsuki growled and guided you to stand behind him as he towered over Izuku with a menacing snarl.

“Mind your damn business!” He seized Izuku's uniform, pulling him close as he glared at him. “Got that!?” While still terrified of his childhood friend, Izuku learned when to channel his inner hero, and it was that inner hero who reached up to grab Katsuki's hand.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows slanted as he pulled said hand away from him. “I know…y-your relationship with Y/n is your b-business but…y-you’re not the only one w-who cares about her,” he looked past Katsuki, staring at you with suspicious eyes.

Despite not knowing what was wrong with you, everyone agreed on one thing. You didn't seem like yourself. “I-if you or Y/n ever n-need help, you know we h-have your back,” he said, turning to leave. However, he couldn't help but think about all the possibilities that could lead to such a drastic change in personality.

“Mmm...” He tapped his chin as he walked to his locker, his mind so occupied he barely noticed Tenya and Uraraka. “Hi, Deku!” Uraraka waved cheerfully in greeting. “Ah yes, Midoriya,” Tenya said, raising his hand before he began chopping it through the air.

“I hope you had a successful and educational day! I believe our training exercise was the most intriguing yet!” he exclaimed, but Izuku did not answer, and he and Uraraka exchanged worried glances. “Uh, Deku?” Uraraka asked, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

“Hm?” Izuku turned his head, looking at her confused. “Heh,” she chuckled, “glad to see you’re there.” Tenya stepped forward. “Is something troubling you, Midoriya?” He questioned. Yes, Izuku had periods of intense thinking, but this was different.

It looked like he was troubled. Although Izuku tried to offer his friends a sympathetic smile, it didn't last, and he knew lying to them would be a waste of time. Even though he wouldn't, sometimes people keep troubles to themselves for good reasons.

The question was, why were you? He sighed, looking at them both. “T-there's something wrong with Y-Y/n,” he said. “Oh, you guys noticed it too?” The group turned to see Eijirou and beside him Tsuyu. “Heh, I thought it was just me for a second,” the redhead confessed, rubbing his neck.

Tsuyu nodded, “Ribbit, it's just strange how Y/n's been acting today,” she noted with a hand on her chest. “I hope whatever’s wrong with her isn’t because she had a fight with Bakugou, either way...” she turned to look at Katsuki who was gathering your things. “I hope they’re okay.”

Eijirou nodded. “Me too, but what do you think is wrong?” he asked frowning. “Mm…I don’t know but I’m sure we’ll find out. Can't lose hope, right?” Uraraka offered encouraging words while Izuku reached for his phone. “Hm?” Tenya noticed this and leaned over Izuku’s shoulder.

“Midoriya, do you have anything to share?” Izuku remained silent, his fingers tapping along the phone's screen. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and looked up at everyone. “Do you guys think…maybe there's something else at play here?” as expected, he was met with puzzled expressions.

Tenya tapped his chin a few times before asking, “Would you please elaborate, Midoriya?” Katsuki grumbled as he continued to pull you along. In addition to his backpack, yours was hanging from his opposite shoulder as the two of you made your way to the Height’s Alliance buildings.

Izuku's words continued to echo in his head, causing him to scowl. ‘I-if you or Y/n ever n-need help…we h-have your back.’ Damn, it made him angry. That damn Deku is always sticking his nose in other people’s business. Right now, you were his top priority, and he would teach Deku a lesson later. 

It was unclear to you why Katsuki was angry or why he seemed hurried earlier. You remained silent and allowed him to pull you to the shared dormitory building's front door. However, he stopped short and turned to look at you.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and after staring at him for a minute, you complied. As he slid off his and your bookbags to place them on the step, he sighed and leaned back, taking a deep breath. The truth is, he didn't want to start asking you questions or expressing his opinions until he knew for sure what was wrong. 

“Hey,” he said, you hummed in response and noticed that he looked a bit worried almost as if he were hesitant to speak. The twist in his stomach caused him to feel uneasy. It was hard for him to share his emotions, even with you.

Still, he would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned about your relationship and your state of being. He took a deep breath. “Are you tired of us? Because you haven't been yourself today…even the extras noticed it!” You blinked a few times before shrugging. “Everything is…fine,” you replied despite feeling worried.

You didn't want anyone, not even Katsuki, to know you were taking medication for ADHD. Imagine his disappointment if you did. So maybe it was best to keep it a secret for now, but apparently, it was close to being revealed. Has this medication really made a difference in you?

You certainly didn't feel like yourself if you're being honest. Katsuki grunted and grabbed your uniform tie, pulling you toward him. His eyes locked on yours as he snarled at you. “Don’t lie to me, damn it!” He almost felt relieved when he saw your eyes widen, but it was short-lived because you immediately turned away.

“Sorry,” you said, and Katsuki loosened his grip on your tie and looked away. “Tch…” he said. Yawning, you rubbed your eyes. “I’m sleepy,” he stiffened. “What the hell do you mean you’re sleepy?!” Again, he pulled you close, his hand shaking as it tightened around your tie.

“Mmm…” you said before laying your head on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen again. “What the hell?” he murmured but remained still as you closed your eyes. Once he heard your soft snores, he wondered how you could be this sleepy at this time.

He glanced at your backpack before slowly reaching for it. Taking care not to awaken you, he unzipped it without making any sudden movements. Apart from notebooks and pencil pouches, he couldn't find anything else in it. “Damn it!” he growled and decided to check the front pouch of your backpack instead.

“Huh?” He pulled out a small orange container filled with white pills that looked suspicious. As he knitted his eyebrows, he felt his heart race and his stomach twist from anger. “There’s no damn way she…” He turned the pill bottle in his hand, reading the label which only added to his anger.

Clenching his teeth, he tightened his grip around the bottle so hard that cracks started to appear. Despite you being asleep, on his shoulder no less, he glared at you. He felt betrayed, why hadn't you told him you were taking pills? Is there a reason why you kept this from him?

After he scraped his teeth together, he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. He knew deep down that he couldn't figure out this explanation if he was angry at you. Instead, he shoved the pill container into his pocket and shook his shoulder, waking you up. “Hm?” You fluttered your eyes open.

“W-what…I'm sleepy,” you said. “Yeah, yeah, but dumbass you can’t-” he stopped himself and shook his head. “You…can’t sleep out here, come on…I’ll carry you inside if I have to,” before you could even protest, he stood up and roughly scooped you into his arms.

“H-hey!” You exclaimed, your voice still sleepy and raspy. “Shut it!” He shouted as he walked inside, grumbling. Your backpacks that were left outside stayed there. “You're too sleepy to do anything about it anyway,” he said, and while he wasn't wrong, you couldn't help but feel offended.

“Hm…” you pouted, remaining silent, resting your head on his shoulder, and once again falling asleep. After hearing your snores, Katsuki laid you down gently on the bed as soon as he reached your room. Then he cupped your cheek and brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.

He looked at you with a sad but concerned expression that would make anyone else stop and stare in disbelief. Despite his lack of caring nature, he was different when it came to you. He didn't want you to be hurt, and he didn't want you on medication either.

Yet, he didn't know why you were on medication! Yes, the damn bottle said, 'Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder', but so what!? Did that justify you not being yourself? Curling his free hand into a fist, he growled softly.

To begin with, there was nothing wrong with you, and even if there was, there was something wrong with every damn extra on the planet. Pulling his hand away from your cheek, he swallowed hard and leaned down. “Damn…dumbass…” he muttered before kissing your lips gently and leaving your room.

Once again, he clenched the bottle of medication as he stomped down the hallway. As if he were about to embark on a dangerous mission, his eyes narrowed, and his body stiffened. Moving toward the bathroom, he shoved Eijirou aside who was currently waiting for said bathroom to be available.

“Open the damn door!” Katsuki demanded, slamming his fist against it. “Whoa there Bakugou, what’s the rush?” Eijirou asked, chuckling nervously before offering his friend a smile. Katsuki growled and turned to him. “Mind your own damn business!” He snapped before turning back to the bathroom door.

“I said hurry the hell up!” He growled again, banging rapidly on the door while Eijirou looked on in a state of confusion. “Hey!” He grabbed the blond's wrist and hardened his skin. It was impossible to predict what Katsuki would do or why he was so angry. Alternatively, maybe it had to do with you.

After all, your boyfriend must know what's wrong with you, right? Eijirou frowned and locked eyes with Katsuki but continued to hold his wrist tightly. “Is Y/n okay?” He was caught off guard by the redhead's question. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Just why the hell are you asking that!?” He demanded, stepping forward and glaring at Eijirou. Did you tell a damn extra something before him!? His feelings were difficult to describe, but he was distracted when Izuku's head poked out of the bathroom door.

“Tch, of course, it was you, damn Deku. Move it!” he snapped, turning around, and grabbing Izuku by the collar of his shirt. “Ah, w-wait Kacchan!” Katsuki threw him to the floor and walked into the bathroom without closing the door.

The bottle of medication was still in his opposite hand, and he tussled the contents inside one last time. When Izuku and Eijirou heard the clinking noise, they looked at each other before peeking inside the bathroom.

“Uh heh…” Eijirou spoke first, “Bakugou, w-what have you got there?” He asked, knowing Katsuki would react in anger. “None of your business!” He snapped before twisting off the cap. “Hm?” Izuku’s eyes widened as Katsuki held it above the toilet with the intention of emptying it.

“W-wait!” He called, holding his hand out toward his childhood friend who glared at him in return. “What!?” He snapped, “Damn Deku…” he added. Despite being a little nervous, Izuku walked into the bathroom, followed by Eijirou.

“I-is that m-medication?” he asked, stumbling backward when Katsuki snapped, “So what if it is!?” Eijirou, being the natural protector he is, stepped between Izuku and Katsuki. “Hey, heh…let’s all take a breather, yeah?” He suggested waiting a few seconds before speaking again.

“Why do you have medication?” His eyes were fixed on Katsuki, who gritted his teeth in response but seemed a little less irritable with Eijirou and crossed his arms, still holding the bottle in question. “Tch…” he snarled, feeling anger but then the image of you popped into his head.

He preferred to keep what happened and your relationship between the two of you, then again everyone noticed the sudden change in you, and more than likely, those damn extras thought he was responsible for your drastic behavior change.

He knew he didn't have to prove anything to anyone, except that he would be the number one hero one day, but a small part of him knew that asking for help from…others, at least when it came to you, might be best. So, with that in mind, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I found them in Y/n’s backpack, alright!?” He growled, ignoring Izuku and Eijirou as they paused and looked at each other. Izuku clenched his fists and frowned. “So…t-that’s why she’s been acting…l-like…” How could he even describe how you acted?

Eijirou mirrored Izuku's expression. He felt angry, sad, concerned…and…and…“Why would she be on medication!?” Izuku was caught off guard by his sudden exclamation, while Katsuki responded, “How the hell should I know?” He uncrossed his arms and looked away from the two.

“She didn’t tell me anything, the dumbass just…started acting like a damn zombie,” he lifted the opened bottle of medication to his face, scanning the label again. “Because of this stupid…medication,” he still didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him.

Nonetheless, at least he could find peace in the fact you hadn't told anyone else you decided to take medication or at least that's what he could gather from Izuku and Eijirou's cluelessness. Oh, and the fact that they all had the same question.

Why were you taking medication? “W-well…Y/n does act…” Izuku flinched when Katsuki glared at him, knowing that it wasn't wise to speak ill of you, but he looked to Eijirou as if begging for advice. “Mm,” the redhead nodded, almost as if reading the other’s mind and looked at Katsuki.

“I think Midoriya means that Y/n acts weird,” he said, looking away. “But…that shouldn’t have mattered to her, and it doesn’t matter to us because we accept Y/n for who she is!” He exclaimed, raising his fist in the air and Izuku nodded in agreement.

After a few seconds, Eijirou frowned and lowered his hand to his side. Looking down, he knitted his eyebrows. “But maybe she doesn’t accept herself?” he suggested before looking at Katsuki who scowled back. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He asked, stepping towards Eijirou who hardened his skin.

“Easy there,” he replied, “I just meant that Y/n may have taken medication because she thought something was wrong with the way she acted before.” He looked at Izuku, “Sometimes people do things to better themselves when it’s actually harmful, right?” Izuku nodded again.

“M-maybe there is another way we c-can help Y/n,” he tentatively suggested. “Yeah!” Eijirou announced, approaching Katsuki. “In the meantime, I don’t think throwing away her medication is a good idea, but…” He laid a hand on Katsuki's shoulder with a determined look.

“We’ll do whatever we can to help Y/n, we have your back Bakubro,” he said with a smile. Katsuki clenched his teeth tightly. Damn it, he didn't want to accept help. He wanted to convince you on his own that you didn't need these damn pills, but…perhaps if things didn't go well between you, he would appreciate some support.

He took a deep breath and said, “Fine,” as he lowered the bottle. “But your dumbasses better not do anything before I talk to Y/n, got that!?” He snapped, startling them both. “Heh, uh right…” Eijirou said, holding his hands up while Izuku nodded.

Putting the cap back on the medication, he stomped out of the bathroom. He already knew that you were in for a surprise tomorrow because the two of you wouldn’t leave your room until you agreed to stop taking these pills.

“Mm,” you flutter your eyes open as you turn over in bed. The throbbing in your head made you groan lightly. Pressing your hand against your forehead, you sat up. “Tch, have a damn headache?” In a panic, you almost fell out of bed and snapped your head toward where the voice came from. 

When you realized it was Katsuki sitting on a chair across from your bed with his arms crossed, your fear was replaced with a sense of calm. “Oh hey!” You replied, waving at him enthusiastically, and to your surprise, he smiled.

He was relieved to see you being yourself again, even though he wasn't a sappy romantic. “Finally, you're yourself again, huh?” He said, arching his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head to one side. Your response only angered him.

Standing up from the chair, he screamed, “What the hell do you mean what do I mean?!” he glared at you. “Is your memory affected by those damn pills too?” he questioned. “W-what!?” You replied, flushed with embarrassment, and feeling your heart sink in your chest.

You felt guilty, but in addition, there was a hint of betrayal. “How do you know about that!?” You responded frantically. He glared at you for a few seconds before reaching into his pocket and pulling out your bottle of medication. Your eyes widened and you got up from your bed.

“How did you get that?!” You demanded, dancing on your toes and while it would be an amusing display for some, Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “You were so out of it yesterday that you fell asleep on the front step of the dorm dumbass…” He explained, walking over to you, and leaning down to your height.

“After that, I looked through your bookbag, everyone knows you weren't acting like yourself, and now I know why, these stupid pills some damn extra convinced you to take,” he said, shaking the bottle. Before you could say anything in your defense, he clasped a hand over your mouth.

“Mm!?” While you tried to lick his palm to make him pull away, he wasn't so easily fooled. “Just why the hell didn’t you tell me?! Huh?! You trying to keep secrets from me!?” He demanded, staring at you so intensely that the room itself was filled with thick tension.

As you shook your head frantically, his hand fell from your mouth. “It’s not like that!” You shouted, rapidly waving your arms, while Katsuki continued to glare at you. Shrugging, you sighed dramatically.

“The way I acted in general and the way I talked about cute mushrooms seemed to annoy you,” his face fell at your confession. “Yeah, I know you said you accepted me, and it wasn't a problem, but…” you hissed and drew your bottom lip into your mouth.

“Ah!” you shouted after a minute. “Maybe I just wanted to see what it would be like to be…” You tilted your head from side to side. “You know…” you stated, shrugging, and looking away from him while swaying back and forth on your toes.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked you forward making you cry out. “If you’re going to say ‘normal’ then you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought!” He snapped. “Who the hell cares if you’re normal or not!? You don’t need these damn pills!” he said, shaking the bottle again.

“And the fact you kept it secret from me confirms that,” he added, making you pout. “But…they might help with-” He growled. “What did I just say!?” He violently bared his teeth. “The only thing they helped you with was becoming a zombie, and…” he glanced away.

He didn't want to admit what Izuku and Eijirou said, but it seemed that you wouldn't listen to him alone, so maybe he should mention it. He sighed. “Look,” he said releasing your wrist. “That…damn Deku and spikey-haired idiot noticed the way you acted yesterday, and they didn't like it, nobody did!”

He threw the bottle of pills to the floor. He'd stomp on them if he could, but that wouldn't help things now. He needed to convince you that you didn't need them first. “So, if you thought taking these damn pills would make extras accept you, that's not happening,” he said, crossing his arms.

“They already accept you for who you are dumbass a-and…” He grumbled, in disbelief that he was about to say this. “It's…hard to get support like that, okay!?” He took a breath and held his hand out to you. In response, you tilted your head and looked at it as though you were unfamiliar with it.

“So…damn it, you’re fine…and if you need any help I…we’ll do everything we can, just don’t take that damn medication anymore, and…” he noticed you were still staring at his hand. “Mm…” you looked at him, thinking over his words.

In a way, your mind felt clearer, and your normal thoughts flowed freely. “Heh,” you smiled even as he impatiently flexed his fingers and demanded, “Take my hand already!” Instead of doing as he requested, you jumped on him. His body stiffened in response, and he leaned back, trying to compensate for your sudden action.

Wrapping your arms around him, you laughed lightly but heard him growl. “Get off!” he yelled. “We’re going to be late for school, dumbass,” luckily his conversation with you wasn't as long as he anticipated. You pouted, “I don’t want to go to school.”

Katsuki frowned before carrying you to the bed. “Get dressed!” He said as you released your hold on him and plopped down on said bed. That pout still decorated your lips, but he remained unphased and crossed his arms.

Looking at you like a parent would look at their misbehaving child. You blinked and brought your finger up to your mouth. “Can we at least count how many mushrooms we see on our way to school!?” Your hands folded together as though you were begging him.

His eyebrows twitched. “Again, with the mushrooms?!” He snapped, before realizing his mistake. He slumped his shoulders and sighed. When he looked at you, he noted that the familiar light in your eyes was back, and he hoped it would last.

“F-fine, we can…count stupid mushrooms…” he muttered, and before he could react, you wrapped your arms around him again. “Yay! I love mushrooms, they are so cute!” You replied, squeezing him tightly, and although anger flashed across his face, it faded after a few seconds.

Instead, he smiled and slowly embraced you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Even though it seemed forced, he was glad you two had reached a compromise. And at least you were yourself, and he'd make damn sure nothing ever changed you again.

[emeraldmew]

Hey, sis.

#also someone remind me to make my Cosmic Horror Toddler theory into something coherent

Whenever you have the time.

Okay. So bear in mind we're only like seven episodes in and I have no evidence and really no thought behind this beyond "would that be fucked up or what?" and "ooh I'd love to see what an eldritch abomination growing up is like."

There are also like, all of the spoilers for the original TMA below so like, if you're just listening to Protocol you might want to skip the rest of this post.

Tenuously connected point 1.

One of the things from what Jonny and Alex have said about Protocol is that it's supposed to involve exploring "what makes a person" right? And we also already know Jonny's answer to this question from his, uh, cannibalism discussion.

Short version: a "person" understands their actions as something that actually does things to the world around them beyond simply fulfilling a want like hunger/capable of choosing to do evil.

Tenuously connected point 2.

In the Archives universe, a point is made that the Fears "don't think. Not like we do." They work off instinct.

Tenuously connected point 3.

While I never looked into the ARG before Protocol's release I have since looked into the summaries of what it revealed. Among other things the ARG revealed Magnus Institute of Protocol was studying children via... psychological experiments of dubious morality. Aside from this being why Sam is snooping into the Magnus Institute (for those who haven't looked into the ARG yet, his name is among the children researched) the experiments are pretty much looking into how children at various stages of development display empathy and whether they conform to orders or choose not to and stuff like that (I'm sure I am not wording this part right someone with a better background in psychology can probably expand further).

Anyway, my point is the idea of choices and such is being studied in relation to psychological development in children.

Tenuously connected point 4.

The way the cases so far have played out in Protocol does seem to show a difference compared to Archives.

Smirke's original categories don't seem to fit quite right anymore as each of the cases seem to have stuff that doesn't cram into the original boxes. As the blurry categories were already a major point in TMA regarding creating the Eyepocalypse and even Sam calls out the categorization the OIAR use in the first episode this isn't surprising. But it does suggest that the Fears have changed from what they were before.

Quite a few people have also suggested that in the cases we've seen sometimes the incidents seem to fulfill a desire (in a monkey's paw way, of course) rather than simply finding a random victim. This might suggest the presence of intent rather than only instinct.

So what?

I'll admit it's just sort of my own "ooh wouldn't that be messed up? let's explore that further" thought process doing the talking here, but The Thing that was Fear has existed since things could feel afraid. It's ancient. But it's also a cosmic horror entity that has been shown to grow from it's initial state to what we saw in Archives (see ep 200).

It's something on a cosmic level. Maybe it wasn't done growing. The Fears don't think "like we do"...

but neither do babies.

What if by Protocol the Fears have developed more after leaving their cradle? To a point where they can at least begin to think or choose.

What if the Fears are eldritch toddlers and they're learning how to play?

[naussensei]

It was a good thing that at least one of them was technology savvy, because Suguru would’ve had no idea of what to look for, but Satoru already had a few options in mind for him. They analyzed the pros and cons of each, and now Suguru finally had chosen the one he would buy. If he put together two months worth of the allowance he’d got from the school, he could easily buy it next month. He was making these calculations in his mind when he caught Satoru bringing a box to the cashier.

“What do you think you are doing?” There was a hint of panic in his voice that he could not suppress.

Satoru just blinked at him and tilted his head. “Buying a phone.”

“No, Satoru, c’mon…” Suguru clicked his tongue in frustration. “I’m not gonna let you buy me a phone. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Because…” his mouth opened and closed a few times, but there were no excuses he could formulate, because in what world did he ever think he would have to come up with them?

“You just… can’t.”

“Of course I can. What do you mean I can’t? Who do you think I am? I can afford like 10 of these. ” He frowned, and Suguru had the impression he’d just offended him somehow, even though he was pretty sure he should be the one being offended.

“It’s not about if you can afford it…”

“Okay, so, this is how it is…” He rested the box over his hip. “You have no money, I have money. You need a phone, and I need you to have a phone, so I can communicate with you. So I’ll buy you a phone. End of the question. I don’t see the problem.”

Right. So maybe after all it wasn’t just out of charity that he was buying it, but thinking of his own benefit as well. Money meant nothing to Satoru, and in his logical brain, it just made a lot of sense. But Suguru did not like this one bit. Not only because his pride wouldn't allow him to accept it, but also because this reasoning was bound to have someone to take advantage of Satoru one day.

“Listen, Satoru… even if you have the money, you can’t just go around buying phones for people. That’s just not something you do.”

“Okay. But you’re not just ‘people’. You’re you. ”

“I’m– Oh.”

Oh.

Oh, no.

The way Suguru’s heart skipped a beat at those words could not mean anything good. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that coffee earlier. It was making his blood pressure rise and his brain a little fuzzy and now he couldn't think straight.

“Um, sir?” The cashier spoke to Satoru again.

“Yeah.”

The man showed him the box. “So, are you taking this one?”

“No—“

“Yes.” Before Suguru could reach for it, Satoru was already taking out his wallet.

“Cash or credit, sir?”

“Satoru, I’m about to get mad, I swear to god—“ he pleaded, but Satoru continued the transaction as though he couldn’t hear him.

“Cash please.”

As he saw his efforts to stop him were futile, Suguru sighed and rested a hand on Satoru’s shoulder in defeat. “I'm gonna pay you back every last yen, man, I promise.”

Satoru shrugged him off, and waved his hand in a dismissive way. “Don’t worry about it. I told you, I don’t need the money. We can find other ways for you to pay me back. In fact, I already have something in mind for tonight,” he said with the utmost confidence and the most suggestive smile.

Suguru’s jaw dropped in shock, his hand sliding off Satoru’s shoulder.

Did he actually just say what he was thinking he said? And with a straight face?

“Uh… I meant, like, paying me back in hours of your time playing video games,” Satoru gave him a scrutinizing look of disgust as he saw right through him. “What the hell were you thinking, you weirdo? That I’d want you to pay me with your body or something?”

He poked Suguru hard on the forehead with one finger, and a sudden wave of relief breezed through him, washing off the brief surge of embarrassment that had crawled up to his face. Satoru seemed to have notice, unfortunately, because he was laughing.

“With that body?” Satoru raised an eyebrow at him, then let out a silly laugh, “You’ve got a lot of nerve to even consider it. If you tried to pay with that scrawny body, you’d be in debt with me forever.”

“I wasn’t thinking anything, dumbass,” Suguru poked him back. “And for your information, my body is perfectly fine, it’s worth a lot more than a phone. You could never afford it.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” he brought a hand to his chin, thoughtfully, “You sure? I got a lot of money, you know?”

“Asshole,” Suguru shoved him softly, which caused Satoru to laugh even louder. They were both laughing now, and even the cashier was holding back a smile.

“Kids these days,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Suguru felt almost sorry for him, thinking of the amount of stupid, meaningless conversations from dumb teenagers like them he’d have to witness every day. Funny enough, these two teenagers just happened to be sorcerers, but the man would never know that. In the man’s eyes, they were probably just another pair of silly teenagers, doing silly teenagers stuff, talking about silly teenagers things. The thought both eased and saddened Suguru at the same time, because for a moment, he felt as if could be just that. A silly teenager, just like any other of his age.

But one day, one of those silly teenagers would be exorcizing curses out there, so that this man could continue his job. And if that happened to be him, Suguru would have no regrets. Because that was the way things were meant to be. And because if that meant that other silly teenagers got to live their lives every day the way Suguru was living this day, he’d do it over and over again.

His feelings of pity for the man quickly morphed into relief, and something else. Something small, and almost imperceptible, but it was there, poking him a little every time he thought about how some people will come into this world and leave without knowing that cursed spirits even exist.

Oblivion truly is a bliss…

From: Our Last Summer by Naus on Ao3

[fiorimaya]

JanPepper Week: Day One - The Beginning

@janpepperweek Oh gosh... I'm sorry for how late this is. Going to do my best to have something for all the prompts by October! ALSO I know what Janice said in the show about, you know... how she got Floyd LOL but I'm not going to use that (because I just don't know how LOL) but anyways... hope you all enjoy :)

The board-house full of Muppets was busy and loud as per usual, though the thoughts swirling through Janice's mind seemed much louder. All of it was becoming a bit too much for her, so she made her way to the roof and sat down, looking up at the sky as the sun set and painted the sky so many pretty colors. She took a deep breath; only sound she heard being the traffic on the interstate in the distance. This was "her place". Well, her and Floyd's. They had started going up there to the roof all the time just to talk. It had started just over a month earlier when Janice found herself in a rather difficult situation. She was in a band and one of her bandmates had been given another title: her ex. She and Zoot had tried to make it work, but it just didn't work out that way. The Muppet Show was nearing its second season and the last thing Janice wanted was for things to be awkward. Would the band's performances be awkward? And what about the At the Dance sketches in which Kermit had paired her with Zoot?

Her and Zoot had both kept showing up to band rehearsals, and even then, they still spoke to each other. It just felt different. It was weird. Janice didn't like that, and she was sure Zoot didn't like it either. They were close for the longest time; long before anything romantic started between them. Thankfully, it had gotten much better over the last month and a half. The awkwardness was slowly fading, and they were both thankful. But now... new thoughts spun in Janice's mind.

Floyd was always there to listen to her feelings during the whole thing that was happening with her and Zoot. Right there on the roof where she sat was where it always happened. Not only would Floyd listen, but he made Janice feel heard. He made her feel calm. He made her feel less alone. She truly believed that just him being there for her made the whole situation so much more bearable for her. She felt safe with him; and when she really thought about it, she realized no one else had ever made her feel that way. Not even Zoot.

There was just something about the way Floyd talked to her, looked at her, that made her heart skip a beat. She had known Floyd even before she knew the others in the band. She saw him all the time, yet somehow, she wanted to see him even more. She thought that she was in love with Zoot, but she was feeling something now for Floyd that made her doubt that "in love" was exactly what she had felt for Zoot. She cared about Zoot, of course she did. But with Floyd it was just different. It was more.

What would he, like, even see in me anyways? She thought to herself. And wouldn't it be too soon anyways? Like, Zoot and I haven't even been broken up for two months yet.

She sighed and looked up at the sky above her. It was getting darker now, and the stars were lightly twinkling despite the sun not being fully set yet. She knew Floyd would be here soon, looking for her once he noticed she wasn't with the others while they prepared for dinner. As if her thoughts sent him a cue, she heard the door open and felt his presence beside of her.

"Hey Jan. You okay?" He asked her, something off in his voice.

She turned her attention to him then. "Fer sure. Are you?"

He looked down and didn't answer. "Sorry it took me a bit. I noticed you were gone and started to come up but Teeth wanted to talk."

Had something happened between him and Teeth? She shifted so that she could face him, one leg curled under her and the other left dangling off the edge of the roof. "Is everything okay? Did something, like, happen?"

He kept his gaze down and let out a breath. "We just, uh, got into a bit of an argument."

Janice's mouth gaped. "An argument? About what?"

Floyd let out another breath that sounded more like a bit of a laugh this time. Finally, he looked at her. "You."

Janice was taken aback. "Me? Like, why?"

Floyd looked down again, blushing slightly. He knew he could tell her, that she wouldn't be upset with him for it. Because talking about anything and anything at all was just natural for them. It always had been. "He, uh... he caught on and noticed that I, uh, y'know... like you."

Janice just stared at him, not sure exactly what to say at first. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

"Like... like me?" She finally got a few words out.

Floyd laughed his usual laugh then. "Yeah, Jan. I like you. Y'know, like that. He's just worried if something did ever happen between us like that, what it would mean for the band. Given your history with Zoot and all that."

That made Janice wonder if Teeth had caught on to her having feelings for Floyd, too.

Floyd continued. "I mean, I don't want things to be even more awkward for you and Zoot again after you two are finally getting back to a good, uh, not awkward place. But I just wanted you to know that I do like you a lot, Janice. And... I wanna be with you. I actually have for quite some time now."

Janice felt her cheeks getting warm as she tried to fight a giggle at how cute his rambling was. She couldn't remember him ever doing it before. She had to bite her lip as his rambling continued.

"And I understand if you don't feel the same or you're not ready or if you're, y'know, done with band members or-"

"Floyd, stop," she cut him off, her giggle finally escaping her lips. He looked over at her again, and she rested a hand on his shoulder. "I-I do like you," she smiled. "Y'know, like that."

"You do?" He blinked a few times.

"Fer sure," she nodded. "And I wanna be with you too, Floyd."

Floyd looked at her in disbelief, and then let out a happy laugh. "So... we're a thing now?"

"I'd like to be," Janice coyly told him.

"And Zoot?"

"We'll figure that out later," she told him, wrapping her arms around him. He returned the hug, her face against his chest. She smiled more. "I'm sure everything will like, turn out fine. All I know is I like, wanna be with you no matter what."

Floyd nodded, even though she couldn't see from her position. He gently pressed a kiss into the top of her head and sighed happily. "I feel the same exact way, Jan."

[mattybstqrn]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏) - 𝐈.𝐆

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

Female Reader x Isaac Garcia

Y/n had been the Walter's next-door neighbor since before she was even born, and as she got older, she became closer and closer to the Walters boy, she would go over for dinner, they'd go horseback riding, they'd play video games together, they'd do everything together.

That's just always how it was, how it is, she even went over for breakfast sometimes, or she'd go over to pick up Isaac and Lee, they were closer with each other than anyone else in the Walter household.

She was pretty close with Nathan and Danny, she used to be best friends with Cole, but he hooked up with her sister when he promised her that he wouldn't so since then the two hadn't talked as much, they said hi to each other and made small talk every now and then but that was it.

She was also pretty close to Benny, Parker, and Jordan, she babysat them a couple of times with the help of Will, just in case, or Alex. Alex and Y/n were also close, they helped each other with homework and talked about life, if she ever needed someone to talk to, she'd go to Alex and Danny, he gave her some pretty good advice.

Sometimes even Isaac.

So right now, Y/n walked over to the Walter household, again they had been neighbors for a while, and she'd go over every day unless she or the Walter boys were grounded, but other than that, she was there almost every day, Katherine felt as if Y/n was her second daughter.

So, when Y/n abruptly opened the front door to the Walter household none of them were surprised. Y/n walked into the kitchen to see everyone in the kitchen eating, she scanned the room to see what everyone was doing other than eating and talking, she was specifically looking for this Jackie girl, she had yet to meet her.

Jackie was the new girl that the Walter's had taken under their wing due to the loss of her parents. Y/n felt bad for the girl and thought she could use a friend, so when she barged into their house she immediately went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door.

When Jackie didn't answer she opened the door and saw no one inside, so she went back downstairs and saw Isaac talking to someone who she assumed was Jackie, through the door, "Um, no I don't think so." he denied with a mouth full of food, "Why?" a muffled voice asked, "Because there's a bet that you'd rather skip school than you know, go with bleached hair" before walking away, she heard a groan and then the water turn on.

Y/n gave him a dirty look that he didn't see, Isaac hadn't seen the girl at all. She hid from him as he went downstairs before she made her way over to the bathroom to help the poor girl "Jackie, right?" I called out loud enough for her to hear over the water "Uhh, yeah, who is it?" Jackie asked on the other side of the door confused as the water ran, "I'm Y/n, a family friend, are you okay?" I asked, "No, can you get Katherine?"

"She's not here, but I can help if you want... what's wrong?" I asked as if I didn't already know so she didn't feel embarrassed, "Somebody put bleach in the shampoo!" she exclaimed as the water turned off, "Um, uh, I can go get you a hat and buy you some hair dye later," I offered, with a shrug even though she couldn't see me, "Thank you! you're a lifesaver!"

"Yeah, no problem, I'll be right back,"

Y/n rushed down the stairs and went to go find a hat, it took her a few minutes, but she ended up finding one by the door, it was George's, but she figured he wouldn't mind. As she was about to go upstairs to help the poor girl, Isaac, her boyfriend stopped her, "When did you get here?"

"Uh not too long ago, why?" I responded trying to pass him so I could go help Jackie, "I missed you," he shrugged, "I just saw you yesterday,"

"So?"

"I gotta go... upstairs but I'll be back in time to take you and Lee to school, okay?" I rushed; I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before running upstairs.

Y/n ran up the stairs and went straight over to Jackie's room, knocking on the door, Jackie wasted no time opening the door, "Found a hat, and I have an idea," Y/n spoke holding up the hat for Jackie to see, "Not the best idea but you'll survive the day,"

"Whatever covers this mess up!" Jackie exclaimed unraveling her hair from her towel, "How bad is it?" she asked once she saw my reaction, "Not too bad," I sheepishly lied, "You're lying,"

"No, really it's... okay... yeah, it's horrible, who did this?"

"I don't know," she groaned as she plopped down onto her chair in front of her vanity, "Once I find out I'll make them pay," I promised, "You don't have to-"

"No, I need to, they need to learn to stop pranking people, it's so annoying I mean when I first met them, they pranked me too, and I hated them for a while," I said as I helped her with her hair, "What happened?"

"They pranked me by dying their hand soap blue and my hands were stained for a week, I started to get bullied because of it but I didn't care I was too mad at them to care, little assholes I swear. Anyways, they obviously got into so much trouble and that's when they made a deal to each other that they could never, ever snitch on each other so that none of them got grounded and it's been like that since, I can't even snitch on them or they'll hate me," I explained as I placed the hat on her head after braiding her hair and putting it into a bun.

"So what do I do?" she sighed.

"Well, you could snitch..." I trailed off with a shrug, "You're new so you don't know the rules, well you do now but they don't know that so maybe they wouldn't be as mad if it were myself, maybe they'll forgive you, I don't know but I have to go, good luck," I smiled at her as I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs so she could change.

Y/n walked into the kitchen where Isaac and Lee sat at the island eating their food while Cole and Danny grabbed their bags and got ready to leave, "Lee, Isaac, are we leaving?" I asked "Yeah," "I'm not even done with my food," the two spoke, Lee with a sigh since he hated school and Isaac with a groan, "Eat in the car, let's go!" I exclaimed in a rush not wanting to be late.

"Someone's extra bossy today," Cole muttered brushing his shoulder against mine as he walked into the hallway, I rolled my eyes before helping Isaac with his bag as he grabbed his bagel, "Nate you coming with us?" I asked as we all Jackie included walked outside to the cars, Y/n also gave Nathan, or Nate as she called him rides whenever Cole would bring his hookups with them, "Nah, I'm good, thanks!" he called out as he walked into Cole's truck/van (whatever).

Y/n nodded as she walked to her car, "Shotgun!" Isaac yelled causing Lee to roll his eyes in annoyance. The three sat in the car with silence, other than the radio that was turned down practically all the way, a few minutes into the drive Y/n asked acting like she has no idea what happened, "So, what happened with Jackie earlier?"

"I'll tell you later," he softly chuckled shaking his head, Y/n looked at him with raised eyebrows, before turning back to the road. Stopping at a red light she saw Cole's van pull up next to them, she looked over to her right and saw him wink at her, she then rolled her eyes before looking at Lee who sat in the back on his phone and then at Isaac who was already looking at her, "You look like a creep staring at me,"

"I'm not staring, I'm... admiring the view,"

"Yeah, nice save," I blushed tilting my head away from him so he couldn't see as I looked back at the light that was still yellow, "You guys are disgusting!" Lee exclaimed as I looked back in offense, "Hey! it was Isaac, not me!" I exclaimed, "You wanna see something really disgusting?" Isaac questioned with a smirk.

Y/n looked at him confused but ignored him and turned back to the road, but her head was abruptly turned by Isaac, who pulled her into a kiss, she wanted to kiss back and did for a split second but pulled away once she heard a horn honk from beside her. It was, of course, Cole.

"Eww!"

She looked at him, he was smirking, she would kill to wipe that smirk off of his face, but she couldn't at the moment, so she continued her drive to school. Or Hell as she likes to call it.

Y/n and Isaac walked hand in hand as they walked down the halls, their relationship hadn't been public to most people, but all of their friends knew, so when they got weird looks from everyone, they just ignored them, "So you wanna tell me what happened earlier?"

"Not really," he replied with a sheepish smile, Y/n gave him a stern look with raised eyebrows causing him to ramble, "We pranked Jackie, we made a bet that Jackie would rather skip school than go with bleached hair, so we basically put bleach in the shampoo and Jordan got it all on video so we could watch,"

Y/n looked at him with no expression, mostly because she already knew what happened, but he didn't know that because she didn't tell him that. Although she was disappointed in him, this behavior was pretty normal for him and the Walter boys, and there wasn't much she could do.

"You guys are little assholes, literally," she sighed in frustration, "You guys are going to get me in trouble,"

"You love us, me especially,"

"Not anymore!" I shouted walking away to go to class just as the bell rang causing me to rush to my class before I was marked absent. Guess you could say I was literally saved by the bell, in a way.

After school, Y/n stood at her locker grabbing her books waiting for Danny and Alex, Isaac and Lee too, but mostly Danny and Alex, she needed to see if they had any idea what happened and who did it, "Danny, there you are," she spoke startling the boy as he walked down the hall.

"We need to talk about what happened earlier with Jackie and the whole bleach bet; do you know what happened?"

"Not really, why?" he asked, "Well, I was just wondering," I trailed off in thought, "Don't worry, I'm not going to snitch, I promise," I assured him once I saw the expression of worry on his face, "I was just wondering if you knew who did it,"

"Well, I have no idea, but if I find out I'll tell you," I nodded in thanks as we walked to our cars, "Are you coming over for dinner today?"

"Probably not, my mom keeps saying that you guys are stealing me from her,"

"But, I'll see you guys tomorrow," he nodded before walking away, I waited by the lockers for Alex but he didn't come, must've gone through another exit, so she waited for Isaac and Lee instead.

Once the two passed by her and went to their lockers putting their books inside, Lee kept walking towards the cars meanwhile Isaac stopped and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, "You still mad?" he asked when she shrugged his arm off of hers, "Yeah, and I will be until you apologize to Jackie," she angrily replied storming away from him, she knew she was being dramatic, but A.) she was doing it on purpose just so he would apologize to Jackie and B.) she didn't care.

Y/n dropped the boys off at their house going back to hers. She had ignored the boy throughout the whole car ride, when he tried to touch her, kiss her, hold her hand, look at her, she ignored it, but she knew he'd catch on to her little 'plan' eventually.

Y/n was going to prank the boys, but she only wanted to prank/get back at those responsible, and she couldn't possibly prank poor innocent Danny, or Alex, she knew those two would never do anything like that.

A few days later, Isaac finally apologized to Jackie, it wasn't exactly the best apology but she accepted it. Y/n on the other hand did not forgive him and was still ignoring him, once she figured out who did it (Isaac and Cole) she ignored the both of them.

She may have already been ignoring Cole but now she wouldn't even look in his direction, but this was all a part of her little plan to prank those little assholes...

[fallen-stark]

marigolds. - eddie munson.

the long-awaited part two! read part one here. join my taglist here! / submit your request here!

summary: "love should be celebrated but there you lay surrounded by the red and yellow flowers, eddie the only thing on your mind, as your body paled. the marigolds laughed as the light that lived inside you ceased, slowly then all at once."

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of surgery, angst with a happy ending!!, mentions of mariguana (get it? iguana), kinda cute lil scene ngl, did not proofread

"eddie —

if you would have asked me to die for you, i would've.

but now there are marigolds blooming in my lungs, and i have found myself at a crossroads. with the loss of your love, i have only two options: surgery or death.

to have surgery means the possibility of forgetting you and the ability to love. i do not think that is something i can bare. and death? well, it is death. i have never thought too much into the matter. but as i lay beside you, i ask myself, is our love worth dying for?

truthfully, eddie, i am scared. even with the pain in every breath i take, i can state that i have never been more confident in my decision to choose you— to love you.

and in that confidence, i can say:

you are the light of my life, and i will die with it ignited in my lungs."

it had been three months since eddie munson lifted your almost lifeless body out of your bedroom and into his van. ninety days since your father yelled at him for almost killing his daughter. two thousand, one hundred ninety hours since he saw your paled limp body sprawled across the hawkin's hospital bed— a light shade of blue graced your usually pink-colored lips.

with his worse intentions, eddie had painted a happy ending for the two of you and it was gut-wrenching that it was his fault that you had begun falling in the wrong direction. but he would be damned if he let you die because of his foolishness.

not once did he stop to question your sudden distance within his life. when he couldn't bring himself to tell you those simple three words back, and here he was now. the love of his life willing to die for him. how poetic.

the truth was, eddie was scared. he was falling so hard for you, and that made him so scared. but when he saw you that night, marigolds gracefully placed around your body with blood-stained clothes, he realized he had made the biggest mistake of his entire life.

and now?

now, you sat in front of him. in the spot you both shared. the spot you both would sit to skip class and smoke. the spot where he first said he was in love with you. the spot where your first kiss was shared.

and damn, you are beautiful.

"sorry, i- i didn't mean to interrupt you," he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

"no," you shook your head as you smiled at him, "don't apologize. it's not like my name is written here or anything."

but it was.

in a small heart in the tree behind you, were carved yours and eddie's initials with a mangled heart around it.

"i'm-"

"eddie," you interrupted his introduction.

"yeah," he breathed a sigh of relief. you remember him?

"we have third period together."

and just like that, eddie's heart crumbled.

of course, you wouldn't remember him. after all, the doctor stated that not only would you lose your ability to love but any memories shared with your beloved would also be forgotten.

and he deserved it. he deserved every damn bit of everything that happened to him.

"eddie?"

your small voice had broken him out of his thoughts and all he could manage was a small hm in response.

the two of you sat across from each other on the bench. the small birds chirping amongst the trees. the wind swishing softly.

"i asked if you wanted me to leave?"

eddie glanced up from his sweaty palms to be welcomed by your gaze.

"no- uh, if you wouldn't mind... i, uh, actually would enjoy your company."

and so you stayed.

you and eddie had sat across from each other, talking for hours. there were shared laughs from stories eddie had told you a million times but now was considered a first.

the sun was just starting to set when you looked at eddie. really looked at him. every moment spent with eddie had felt familiar to you— almost too familiar.

"hey, eddie?"

"yes, love?"

your heart fluttered lightly in your chest, the nickname made your knees weak. you didn't understand exactly why the feeling felt so foreign, but you liked it, the feeling.

"do you ever feel..." you trailed off, biting your lip. god, it was such a silly question. your eyes trailed down to your long-sleeved shirt, playing with the small threads that had come undone.

"do you ever feel like maybe- maybe you've already spent a lifetime with someone?"

the holes eddie burnt into the side of you had a small blush creeping onto your cheeks. such a silly question, you thought.

but it wasn't. not to eddie.

the hope that had previously left his body came flooding back.

"yes," he whispered.

you met his stare, breathing hitched as you realized how close the two of you were now. because after hours of talking, at some point, eddie made a seat right next to you.

and before you knew it, your lips were against his.

everything eddie wanted to say to you the last three months were expressed in that kiss. any emotions, unspoken apologies fueled him in the best way possible. it felt as if time slowed. as cliche as it sounds, the two of you felt electricity coursing through your veins with every movement your combined lips would make against the others.

with eyes closed tightly shut, small tears managed to escape eddie's eyes and fell between the crevice of your sealed lips.

the saltiness of his tears caused you to pull away from the man.

the two of you sat there silently. your brain was fuzzy but in a good way. you looked up at him, your hand intertwining with his.

and for the first time in three months, you felt like the missing pieces that you were so desperately trying to put together had finally come into place.

and for the first time in three months, eddie munson had hope. he was unsure if you would ever fully remember your shared love but he was sure in the fact that he would do everything in his power to make sure you felt the love you deserved.

a/n: i rewrote this so many times i lost count so please let me know what you think :)

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[dhampiravidi]

🍳 our muses are having breakfast at a local food place (Caleb and Pogue @in--noctem, sorry for the anon I'm on the wrong blog xD)

Caleb probably wouldn't've agreed to skip school with Pogue if the night before hadn't left them both feeling so drained and upset. Mr. Parry had had yet another tantrum, smacking his son around while his wife cooked dinner (only stopping to tell them to get out of "her space" in the kitchen). As usual, Pogue teleported straight to the Danvers, glad that his parents didn't do any magic. Because it'd been years since Caleb had realized what Pogue's parents were truly like, he had a plan in place. He set his best friend up with a decent dinner, then called the police (who were familiar with the situation) so that they wouldn't think Pogue had been kidnapped. It always took a while longer than he would've liked to get Pogue to bed. There were bruises and cuts to be treated, and even then, Pogue was far from being OK (not that he was expected to be). On days like those, he had multiple nightmares, so the Danvers had learned to have him sleep in Caleb's room. The boys always ended up under the same sheets together, arms wrapped protectively around each other--but Caleb knew to untangle himself before Pogue woke up and freaked out.

They went out of town to avoid any suspicious adult eyes. Pogue, who had bought a motorcycle as soon as he'd turned 16 (he only waited that long because he knew he had to pass the tests before driving it) apparently found a diner on some day when he'd gone out of town instead of to the Danvers, post-dad tantrum. So, he drove the two of them there. Caleb knew that Pogue probably would've been more physically comfortable using one of their cars, but he didn't want his own mom worrying about them--even if she might not leave her room til the afternoon.

Caleb liked the place as soon as he saw it. The outside was plain, but it was perfectly clean, with bright paint and absolutely no dirt on any of the paneling. "It doesn't look like much, I know...food's not as good as yours, but it's a nice spot," Pogue said quietly, putting his gloves away for the moment. He was surprised to feel a gentle-yet-firm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see one of those smiles that made him feel guilty and giddy at the same time.

"Thanks, man." Thanks for bringing me, for letting me come with you this time. Thanks for the compliment--even though you're always silently moaning when I cook us something.

"Yeah." Pogue started off for the front doors, Caleb only a step behind. There was music from the 70s and 80s playing, not enough to be anything but a quiet soundtrack. About half of the place was full, which was interesting for a restaurant's weekday. Pogue sat down in a booth not far from the bar, and Caleb sat across from him. It was all of 5 seconds before a waitress in a pink-striped uniform rolled up, beaming.

"Kiddo! How are ya!?" she cried, beckoning for Pogue to hug her. He did, a sheepish grin on his face as she kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Donna. Donna, this...uh, this is Caleb." He sat back down, and suddenly he couldn't look his friend in the eye. But Donna certainly could. She grinned mischievously.

"Caleb Danvers. Oh yeah, we've heard about you. What are ya in the mood for? Pogue always gets a stack a' cinnamon pancakes, but he says you make the best French toast--"

"Donna--"

"I'm just sayin'. Here, I'll get ya' a menu. Don't worry about what's for breakfast and f' lunch--Jimmy doesn't mind makin' both." Over the next hour or so, Caleb learned that Donna was taking classes to become a dentist's assistant, and she had a little boy named Ricky who thought Pogue was a god because he'd let him sit on his bike once. He also learned that Donna could read people's minds (not literally, he hoped), Pogue came to the diner about once a month (even if his parents weren't being horrible), and that Pogue had told Donna (plus the other two waitresses who knew him) all about Ipswich, minus the magic part.

Both boys left Donna and the rest of that shift a hefty tip--after all, they were the heirs to family fortunes--and took milkshakes and fries to-go. They went to Boston to explore, then had a picnic on the outskirts of Ipswich. Caleb had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't a date, that he was just keeping Pogue company while the other guy took a day.

He liked to think that they'd had enough fun to forget the night before, at least for a little while.

[wisp-of-chaos]

Ok, but here's how the party with the tieflings played out with Paru in my mind

Paru was sneaking stares at Astarion for quite some time before she's able to gather up enough courage to walk over and start a conversation. It might also be the wine maging her more confident than she usually feels about such matters, but that's beside the point now.

Taking another sip from ger glass, she takes a deep breath and steadies her hands when Astarion turns and effectively silences her with one of *those* smiles.

Her heart immediately skips and her breath hitches and she almost lets go of her drink; her tail flicking and twitching anxiously.

"Here's my little treat with their cheeks all flushed", he says and Paru feels her whole face tingling with heat. It was ridicolous what a simple look and a few words of the pale elf could do to her.

"You will come to my bed tonight, won't you?", he asks and if she hadn't been blushing already she would by now.

"Um", she cleverly says and drops her eyes down to her twiddling fingers; gripping the goblet as if her life dependet on it. She both loved and hated his honeyed words; how they came so easily and without effort to him. How they twisted and turned her mind into a warm, fuzzy puddle of nonsense.

Normally, she would ecade his flity words and sultry suggestions but tonight ... tonight could be diffrent, if she dared to make the leap.

Peeking back at him, she was met with that sweet yet dangerous smile of his. Her heart beat faster and her breath grew shallow and heavy as she felt her lips curling into a smile to match his.

He'd offered to share a night with her before, after the rather unfortunate encounter with the monster hunter in the swamp. But back then, Paru had been more concerned with treating their wounds than anything else and only scoffed at him before she took out some bandages and patched up the worst injuries.

Astarion hadn't brought it up again afterwards and Paru thought it forgotten; just another one of his meaningless flirts to join the others she'd heard since meeting him.

She couldn't deny that she was affected by them, however. And judging by his words and looks and smirks, he knew it too.

It still baffled her how someone like him could be interested in her that way; she wasn't remarkable in any way. If anything, most people were put off by her odd skin pigmentation and the fact that she was a tiefling.

Yet, that wasn't something Astarion seemed to mind. With all his cruel remarks and snide comments about other people, he had yet to say anything about Paru's looks that could be considered negative or insulting.

So, maybe ... maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge a little bit? To celebrate their little victory a little more privately with Astarion.

Paru took another sahky sip from her wine and then dared to join Astarion's teasing words. "A little treat?", she echoed and was relieved that her voice didn't betray her nervouseness. "You can do better than that."

And oh, did she regret giving in to that little hope in her heart as she saw Astarion's smile sharpen, his fangs catching the light of the stars above.

"Oh, I certainly can, it would be my pleasure", he said all too easily and Paru felt her heard dropping into her stomach. Oh-uh ...

Tilting his head, Astarion lifted a hand to his chin in thought. "How about this one", he mused out loud and went on with it:"All these accolades from the tieflings are nothing compared to the sound of my name, cried from your lips."

Paru felt her whole face igniting with heat and had to grip the gobled with both hands, least her dropping it. But they hadn't yet- ...

A soft chuckle disrupted her disturbed and very embarrassed mind and she was met with yet another teasing grin from the elf. "At least, I imagine it to be sweeter than anything this bunch can come up with tonight."

Paru glared at him, her tail giving an angry flick. "So many honeyed words, as usual", she said with a little bite to her words, still disgruntled.

But of course that only encouraged himfurther and he tried again. "Hmm, let me give it another go", he hummed, his eyes romaing over Paru's body without the slightest hint of shame, making the hair on her neck stand on end.

"Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation", he said, his hands gesturing towards her person for good measure,"it's as if the Gods made you just to ruin me."

Paru gave him an unimpressed look, one eyebrow lifted up and crossed her arms, midnful of the goblet still clutched in one of her hands. "You're sillier than I thought", she said, although she had to admit - silently and only to herself - that had been somewhat sweet.

"I can go on all night with the flattery, but is that really all you want?", Astarion asked and Paru honestly considered it. It would surely be entertaining to hear everything he could come up with.

"How about if I said these little words ...", he continued and Paru frowned. Where was he going now?

"Everyone's favourite."

For a moment, Paru felt as if her heart had stopped beating. She blinked, speech- and breathless, with eyes growing wide ever so slightly. Surely he wouldn't- ...

"I love you."

Paru felt the words stabbing through her chest like shards of ice.

It was true that she had more than just a little crush on the pale elf, but there had been no indication that the feeling was mutual. Not until now, at least.

Frowning, Paru studied his face in silence.

There was no mockery nor cruel smile on his face; but no honesty either, yet his cast his eyes aside and let a dark shadow fall over them. A glimmer of another emotion dashed over his face but it was gone too quick to decifer it's meaning and before she knew it, Astarion was back to giving her one of his lopsided smiles.

Of course, Paru thought and sighed. "Having fun, are you?"

Astarion let out a small chuckle. "I am, it's hard not to with you", he said and Paru felt her chest tightening. "No, as much as I relish standing around and saying all my favourite lines at you, I'd much rather we got to experience each other's full portfolio of talents, if you're interested."

Sighing again, Paru took a deep, long sip from her drink, and then: "Maybe another time."

[transmascwillbyers]

hey!

Could you write a little fic about Will finding out that Mike likes superman and likes the muscle guys on his posters so he teases him abt it lol? (His type)

Also flufffffff

(You dont have to but if you do thank you<3)

Have a great day!

Sure, anon! This is probably going to be a little short side, but I'll hopefully make it work, so here goes! (Very minor TW for some body image issues on Will's part, but it's nothing too serious and it's only like 2 lines anyway, so you can definitely skip it.)

"Hey, uh... Mike?"

"Yeah?" Mike said, his green eyes darting around the room as a blush started to creep into his pale cheeks.

"Um... I-I don't want to make anything awkward here, but how come you have a massive poster of superman right next to your bed?" Silence. Of course. Mike stared up at the ceiling, wringing his hands as the awkwardness sank in.

"Look, it's a long story, but, um..." Well, Will could guess that. When the two of them had first started dating, he didn't know anything about what Mike's "type" was. Will didn't think he had one, given how long they'd been falling for each other- he thought that, if anything, Mike's type was probably awkward nerds with bowl cuts who were willing to play D&D and Nintendo on all their dates. But... well, Mike had been acting a little bit weird around his boyfriend lately, hadn't he?

It started at lunchtime, when Dustin had challenged Will to an arm wrestling match. If he was just some random kid, Will probably wouldn't have cared, but he knew that everyone in the party had seen the weak little 12-year-old he once was, that little kid who got lost in the Upside Down so many years ago. Will was still a little scared of getting pitied, even if he hid it well, so he shrugged, rolled up his sleeve, and started the match.

After an agonizing minute or so, Will actually won, and Dustin spent the rest of the period complaining about how “Hey, no fair! You probably just bribed El to help you or something!” Figures. But the one reaction that did surprise him was Mike’s. The minute he turned back to his boyfriend, he saw that Mike’s face had turned a deep shade of red, his wide eyes locked on Will’s arms and staring blankly like he was mesmerized. Oh, god, Will realized, what if he is mesmerized? 

“Mike, what are you-”

“I-I have to go to the bathroom,” Mike said, slamming down his lunch tray and bolting off. Okay, so that was weird, Will thought, but maybe he just really likes my arms or something? It was easy to write off, and nothing too strange happened afterwards. That was, until Lucas asked the two of them if they ever wanted to be gym buddies with him- he had to lift weights for basketball- and Mike got flustered all over again.

“Sorry, y-you? Me? Will?” Mike said, looking back and forth between the two of them like he was watching a ping-pong match. “I-I’m sorry, but… n-never mind. What I mean is, um, uh… yeah, never mind. Sorry.” And then Mike turned back to his lunch, not talking for the final few minutes of break time. It was just another one of those moments that made Will wonder, what’s going on inside that boy’s head? And why does he get so flustered every time something like this comes up?

But it didn’t totally click until Mike invited Will over to his house, and he saw the posters in Mike’s room. Will hadn’t been in Mike’s room for a few years, actually- whenever the party needed somewhere to hang out, they’d always go to his basement, but never his room. It always seemed too quiet, too intimate, too personal. Still, Will had figured, hey, we’re dating now, right? What’s the harm? But of course, when he came back for the first time in a few years, he saw the posters plastered all over Mike’s walls. Superheroes, bodybuilders, all kinds of muscular men lined up like constellations of stars all over the room. And that was when Will realized it.

Oh, god. Maybe he does have a type.

“I had a crush on superman when I was, like, twelve,” Mike says, sighing and rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling. “It was just this… dumb little kid thing, you know? But then I realized that there might have been an underlying factor about why, and, well… y-you get it. It’s why I was… weird. Wh-when you arm wrestled Dustin, I mean. I just… you know what? I should stop talking.” There’s a quick pause as Will stares up at the posters, millions of thoughts running through his mind. “...Will?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Will says, laughing even though there’s a bit of fear behind his eyes. “So… so that time in the van, when you called El superman? That was-”

“That was just where my mind went, okay? Don’t judge me!” 

“Who said I was?” 

“Well, you were laughing!”“I laugh when I think you’re being cute, Mike. Not when you’re being an idiot.” Will reached over to ruffle Mike’s hair, smiling up at the slightly taller boy. When he let go, his haircut actually looked a little bit less disheveled. Figures.

“Well… thanks. For not caring. You know?” Right, right. Not caring. Except, if you like muscular guys, and I’m not like that, then what does that mean? Are you going to break up with me now? Is it all just going to- “Hey, Will, you okay? You’re kinda… spacing out.” Will laughed, a little less joyful this time, and stared down at the ground.

“I-it’s fine,” he muttered, not looking Mike in the eyes. “It’s just… you know, if muscular men are your type, and I’m not like that, then…”

“Will.” Mike’s hand slipped into his, gentle and calming, and Will looked back up at his boyfriend’s eyes. Mike was smiling at him, eyes twinkling, like the superman poster right next to him didn’t even matter. Like Will was the real superhero.

“I don’t care what you look like. You know that,” Mike said, resting his forehead on Will’s as he started closing the gap between them. “I fell in love with you because you were kind, and patient, and because you could put up with all the dumb things I did to you before I figured myself out. I fell in love with you because you’re my best friend, Will. And, sure, when you do sporty stuff… I mean, I do think it’s kind of cute. But it’s not why I love you. I love you for you, no matter what you look like. Okay?” And with that, Mike pressed a quick kiss to Will’s forehead, fleeting yet sweet, tender, really… lovely. Mike did love him. Of course he did. He always did.

“O-okay, then,” Will said, his hands shaking ever-so-slightly as they wrapped around Mike’s waist. Now, it was his turn to be flustered. “Um… do you maybe want to cuddle for a bit? Just… slow down for a bit?” Mike nodded, and the two of them sat down on his bed, arms around each other like they were holding on for dear life. No. Like they were each other’s life.

And Will knew that, no matter Mike’s “type” was, the fact that they could even be this close made them perfect together.

Hope you liked it! This was really fun to write, so I might do something like this again- I'll see how it goes!

[childrenofthelab]

ok now that i've napped and had a little time to process, spoilers for volume 2 under the cut

Part of me had kinda called Brenner's death the moment I saw that episode 8 was called Papa. Still I honestly found it pretty satisfying, and Brenner as a character still intrigues me for just how entrenched he is in believing he's in the right

uh...where is Owens? They just kind of...abandoned the whole military subplot for the final episode so I can only presume they'll be back next season?

The moment Jason appeared on screen I was like "oh god, he's really lost it now." Like you could very much see he'd just snapped completely

I will say it repeatedly, they can go fuck themselves for Eddie's death. Did I know it was probably coming? Yeah, I knew either way it probably wasn't going to be good given there was still a witch hunt out for him but jesus christ we need to stop this trend of introducing a character that's clearly going to be a fan favourite only to kill them off because they're too much of a coward to kill one of the actual mains and instead we must make them suffer adjacently. Needless to say I'll be going canon divergent on that aspect here

(The whole guitar scene was fucking sick though)

Don't get me wrong, I'm soft for Stancy but...idk, it just feels like it's being really shoehorned in this season, only for the heelface turn at the very end

Jonathan is a good big brother and I will die on this hell (also how fucking difficult was it to just have an actual coming out scene rather than constant alluding? like we all know it at this point)

Also fun that my thought of Henry being/controlling the mind flayer rather than the other way round turned out to be true, and that likewise he'd stick around for next season

I'm not gonna lie I...completely missed Jason's death? I was running on 23 hours awake at that point though. Seeing Lucas beat the shit out of him was very satisfying. More satisfying though was Erica beating up his attack dog friend though

jesus christ did they really need to pretzel max like i'm sorry it feels like a cop out max deserves better

You're telling me they decked themselves out with shotguns and shit to make spears and molotovs but no one thought to get THE GUY PLAYING BAIT some sort of body armour when we've literally just had Steve play chew toy? i'm sorry they are not that stupid

I fully refuse to believe that Dustin Henderson would leave Eddie's body in the Upside Down. He wouldn't. What's more, NANCY WHEELER sure as hell wouldn't, not after what happened with Barb

Are they just...not gonna tell us how Dmitri ended up? Like sure he escaped with them but like...he's still counted as a traitor, did he come to the US? Did he go back to try and get his family? Anything?

I also feel like the whole suggestion of a time skip to try and match the actors ages now...doesn't really work? Like it very much feels like something that needs to continue straight on from where it left off?

Anyway i'm still angy

[aslitheryprinx]

Hi Prinx!!!!! Saw candy reblog your reblog of this so here to send you some fanfic writer questions too!!!

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Feel free to skip questions but yeah! I’m very curious to your answers since you’ve been writing a few different things 🥰❤️

Hi!! ^^ thanks for the questions!

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

Ooh ok. So this isn't technically a fic yet, just one of my wips/ideas. But the song Dream Sweet in Sea Major is permanently linked with a fic idea in my mind. Technically 2 ideas, since I had a mcyt one, but I've adapted it for rottmnt since that's where my interest is at the moment. Not gonna spoil too much in case I ever actually write it, but the first line of the song is "alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune" and... Yeah, you can probably kind of get the vibes from that? Bittersweet.

And the rottmnt version would take place in the apocalypse timeline so...

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Absolutely skkksa. Sometimes to remember wtf I was writing/where I was, and sometimes purely for fun. I try to write what I enjoy reading, so it works out well! ^^

4. How many WIPS do you have right now?

Oh good lord skkfkf... Uh it depends on what's considered a WIP? I'll count it as any au that has its own Google doc vs being just in my idea list.

...33. 34 if you count OUAD which is sort of on a hiatus I guess? But 33 for rottmnt, which is my current interest. Wow that is more than I thought haha. If I narrow the definition of "wip" it'd probably go down a bit, but there's at least 10 that have gotten to the writing stage, probably more.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Oooh. Ok so I don't have anything specific but I tend to discard any really dark aus I come up with. Anything that I wouldn't read, I don't write.

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

92 for rottmnt 😅

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

So the one I've been thinking about the most is my hope is a journey au! It's one of those focs where I've got a ton of worldbuilding and plot planned out, but haven't actually started writing yet. I'm also working on Lighting in a Bottle! (And technically like four other fics, but those are the main ones.)

10-

already answered in another ask so I'm gonna skip this one lol

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

Nope! I tend to just put random music on and hope for the best! Although there is one exception: I have a Mikey/Miles playlist! If I'm honest I don't actually listen to it that often while writing lol.

13.

Also already answered this one, so I'll move on!

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Ohhhhh now that's a good question. I think I'd have to go Multiverse Roadtrip actually? I'll be honest, that's probably my most ambitious project rn.

[procrastinationonvacation]

Good day! It’s that anon again! I’m really sorry if I’m inundating you with asks but could you possibly given me your headcanons for the Gwaith-i-mirdain? (And you can ignore the other ask I sent, if that’s not really your cup of tea) I hope you are having a good day!

Hellooo captain anon! I hope you’re having a great day too!

*glee full clapping* ok I can write *unintelligible brain noise* Ok maybe I can’t write but that’s ok. Kidding, but this got long so I’m sticking it under a cut :)

So I think I’ve made it pretty clear to uh,,everyone,, that I imagine the gwaith i mirdain to be incredibly similar to a college, but dont know what a college Does! So here is all about my imaginary college:

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I say a school, but what I really should be saying is research institute. Noldor are able to pursue discoveries there, it’s a space dedicated to finding new things out.

And on the rare occasion (practically every Saturday) a few of the incredibly intelligent and well educated members (reckless idiots) occasionally have experiments that have undesirable consequences (arson) then that is only a Natural part of these scientific pursuits.

In all seriousness, when there’s a new influx of people to the Gwaith, Celebrimbor and the rest of the board often take care that a more... spectacular... failure takes place.

It’s a good ice breaker, and students are a lot less intimidated by their World Famous Astro Physicist Professor when a slight singed smell still clings to them from the “totally safe and non explosive” volcano they and the global expert on continental shifting made the night before.

…I feel the need to defend our boy and say there IS a lab safety course!!! And you have to be trained to use every piece of equipment you interact with!!!! The actual research part of things is very safe!! Just... sometimes you’re in your lab late at night after a few too many drinks and there’s some old lighters, lamp fuel and a random scrap of uranium no one happened to be using... and really, who can blame you? You were left unsupervised!!!

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Anyways the way I imagine getting to do research there working is you’re invited by someone who is already a member, then go through some kind of review process by some kind of board of directors, idk. You get a nice salary and access to labs and funding if, every 5 years, you teach a year long class. Or some kind of variation on that.

Learning there, now I would want that to be easy! You show up, you take classes, and in those classes you learn how to make different gemstones, or ... thingy things... idk. Finished products are then used to cover your expenses and the expenses of the Gwaith. The students aren’t gonna get rich, but no one’s hurting for money, and there’s Certainly no. freaking. student. debt. D:<

And like, on the way to being a professor, people can work up some kind of ladder, from, a TA, to a foundational course teacher, to a tutor, for example. And I want research to be accessible so we’ll say that everyone who works at the gwaith has access to materials for their projects/research.

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Anyways thanks so much for the asks, Captain anon! I really enjoy them and hope this is what you were looking for :)

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Oh also, this started a bunch of investigation into the college I will be attending! And I’m really really glad I did it! They have a fencing club!! And Archery! There’s a waterfall!!!

[poppy-metal]

so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.

Bully!eren x reader

Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.

Word count: 2.3k

The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing. 

You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate” 

You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?” 

He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.

“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m’taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study” 

“Study?”

Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy” 

Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”  

Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.  

You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!” 

You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?” 

“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it” 

You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before. 

Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here. 

The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea. 

You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you. 

You gape, “What…” 

“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?” 

He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library” 

He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.” 

Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine” 

You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course. 

Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…

You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him. 

“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this. 

Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips. 

When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby” 

You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you. 

Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.” 

One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything” 

And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him. 

“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck. 

“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd” 

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Let's Meet The Newbies?~°¤

"[Name]!" Yuki calls out to the female, who was sleeping in their plain room compared to miss protagonists. "Mhm, what's the haps' dudette.." The taller girl slurs out sleepily, her eyes still closed. "It's morning already, we have to get ready." The brunette whispers softly like a mother, shaking her friend gently.

"Ugh.." [Name] groans, finally sitting up. "Alright I'm up, no need to shake me like a blind bag." Yuki smiles at the fellow human, then the girls eyes peer at her friends pajamas. Surprised at the plainess of it, heck now that she looked around the other girls room.

It was a lot less dazzling than her own.

Yuki frowns a bit, she kinda thought all the guests room looked the same. Guess she was wrong.

"Are you waiting for a strip show or something? Cause if you want that your gonna have to-" Yuki squeaks at the idea and jumps off the bed. Her face aflame at the thought. "No! I just- I didn't!!" The gal sequels out like a mouse.

"... Pft!" The other human giggles, grasping Yuki's arm and pulling her into a headlock. Ruffling the brunettes straight hair into a frumpy mess. "I'm just messin'! But if you do want that sorta thing, ask Asmo. I bet he'd be down." [Name] replied thoughtfully. Yuki, finally having enough of the other humans teasing, nudges herself out of the headlock and grabs [Name]'s head pillow. Hitting the girl with fury.

After a the small pillow war, Yuki leaves to go fix up her crumpled state. Leaving the battle field as [Name] laughter follows her out.

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Stretching her limbs out, a yawn escaped [Name]'s mouth. Descending down the many hallways of R.A.D. Uncaring if her fellow human was with her. Knowing fully well that the brown haired human had a slightly different class schedule than her. "Oh, it's you." Pausing in her foot-steps, [Name] saw the person who spoke to her.

"Hey, Rapheal. What's up?" The human asked with a cheesy smile. The angel stares at [Name] with confusion written on his blank face. It finally clicked on why he was staring at her like that. "Ooohh, your used to two humans. Not one. Welp sorry to burst your bubble. But I'm a single pringle at the moment."

Rapheal nodded, though he didn't seem down casted. Actually, from what [Name] could tell he looked pretty elated from her words. "If you want, you can wait for Yuki after her class. She'll be.. Uh, thrilled!"

The human stated, watching the angel like a hawk for any movement. But, the guy just kept staring before he stood beside [Name]. "Are you heading to class?" Rapheal asked. "Nah, I'mma' skip-" before the rest of her sentence came out, a loud and bubbly voice interrupted her.

"YO! If it isn't less average human!" Thirteen exclaimed, standing in front of the two. "Heya, what's shaken' bacon!" [Name] said, revelling in the chaotic energy as they do finger guns. Thirteen smiles devilishly, coyly giggling.

"Heh, not much, sayyy, where might you be heading?"

"Away from here." Rapheal said for [Name] bluntly.

Before Thirteen could snap back, Mephistopheles decided to join into the fray. "Fancy seeing you here, [Name]."  "Hey Mr. Gossip. What's on the agenda today?" The purple haired male chuckles at the nickname.

"I was thinking if you'd liked to do a small one-on-one interview with me for the R.A.D Newspaper club. "What's it like being a human in Devildom?" What do you say?" His green eyes kept her in place, waiting for her answer.

"Uh, yeah no. But I'm sure Yuki wouldn't mind. She'd love a interview, also she's a human too!" The radical human deflected easily.

Before any words were spoken further, [Name] started to back away from the new dateables. "You know what, I'm gonna uses the little humans room. 'Scuse me." Courageously walking forward like a bad bitch, than ran after they thought they were out of sight.

Thirteen vs Yuki!

"She's my best friend!" "She's my gal pal!

(Ta-Da! This was inspired by [The Idiot (Yandere! Obey Me x Reader)] It's so good check it out! If y'all are wondering yes I'll write more for Obey Me.)

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

--

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

--

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

--

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

--

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

--

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

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[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

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[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

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part 1

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