#and they were like hey i'm looking for someone to help earlier in the process while i'm refining the story

[lala-blahblah]

Two wolves live inside me. Soulless tech industry wolf that gives me health insurance and rent money and coworker friends and i can buy food and not worry vs Happy wolf that gets to read people's stories and help refine them and push them to greatness but it is an asynchronous individualistic job and pays little and is very unstable and no health insurance and i would have to bite and claw my way into the industry. And so i just keep my soulless job and do story refining editing for free. Hm.

[winnie1emon]

✧.* now what happens when you find a frustrated theodore nott on the quidditch pitch...?

theodore nott x prefect!lamb!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.4k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, sexual language, praise, piv, fingering, unprotected sex, face painting lmao, slight exhibitionism(?)(on the quidditch stands lol)

a/n: first smut fic like ever i fear... don't bully please </3 + been working on this sleep-deprived, lmk about spelling mistakes :(

"Hey- hey!" you said loudly over the raging music, leaning over your friend's shoulder. "I'm gonna go; got prefect duty!"

Your friend, too engrossed in your house's quidditch victory party after they had beaten Slytherin earlier that evening, gave you a mere nod before realizing you actually said something. "Really? There are other prefects out anyways and you never find anyone. Don't be lame, just stay!"

"No, it's fine. I like walking outside anyways, it's fun," you explained, garnering a rather dismissive wave goodbye from your friend.

You trudged down the corridors searching for the way out of the castle. Curfew was approaching and you were given the task of finding a few stragglers outdoors; a task you most appreciated due to the fact you'd never find anybody and you were usually lucky with receiving ample amounts of good weather.

Too comfortable with the usual, you spent most of your patrol time frolicking on the grassy fields and never looked too carefully for any students. You were about to head back inside when you saw the broom shed's door open. Curiously, you peered inside and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary...

A bit daunted, you closed the door and suddenly saw movement in the corner of your eye. You whipped around quickly, seeing someone flying on the quidditch pitch. You made your way into the pitch, assuming it was some overzealous lowerclassman riding on their broomstick.

As you made your way into the pitch, you realized how large it really was, somewhat awestruck. Hearing a distressed grunt, you turned around and saw the person who was flying, quite a distance away, chuck their broom onto the ground. You hastened over and the image came into view. Their brunette waves became clearer with each step you took and you managed to get their attention.

"H-hey!" You waved. You came to a stop in front of them, slightly huffing as they looked at you acutely. "Theodore, it's curfew in like... oh, two minutes ago."

Theodore raised an eyebrow at your words, seeming as if he had no idea who you were. "What?" he asked you, even though he heard what you said.

"It's past curfew, you can't be here," you said patiently. "What are you even doing here?"

"What's it look like?" he retorted. "Practicing," he added before you could answer his rhetoric question.

"Well... you should practice tomorrow. You already had that game today, you should take a break," you suggested.

He gave you what was probably the most condescending look ever, roaming over your figure. "Yeah, and we lost, princess. Need to practice."

"Don't overwork yourself," you said, your voice tinged with concern. "You were great today, I saw!"

"Mhm, probably cheering on your house, yeah?" he sneered. "Just get lost, I'm not harmin' anyone by practicing, but you're going to tell someone aren't you?" He looked a bit taut and you couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him. After all, he wasn't the worst player on his team yet he was the only one here practicing, probably losing hairs in the process.

"No, I won't tell anyone," you said quickly. "You look exhausted though. At least sit down." You trailed all the way to one of the tall wooden towers going up to the quidditch spectator stands, feeling the wooden bench poke your thighs. Surprisingly, he sat beside you on your right with a grunt, running his hands through his hair.

Well, now what.

You peered at him in wonderment as his gaze was set straight, admiring his birthmark. Your eyes trailed around the side of his face, looking at his thick, dark brows and then at his slightly unkempt hair. He turned suddenly to face you and you darted your head away, embarrassed. He let out a small scoff, throwing his head down in a smirk.

"So," you started. "You like quidditch?" you asked dumbly. He obviously did... he plays.

"I do," he responded. "When we win."

"You guys almost did," you consoled him, tentatively reaching to rub his shoulder.

Theodore didn't protest, finding the way your palm's touch warmed his shoulder unexpectedly comforting. He looked at your seemingly apologetic face before his eyes wandered down your form, going from your neck and then down to your legs.

"Mm, almost."

Fidgeting with your fingers, you spoke up again. "Yeah, almost! Almost is good!" You reassured him. "Don't beat yourself up-- you're already so stressed." You recalled the instances in class where he'd focus on his work, the times you saw him in the library as you patrolled the halls, and the way he never seemed to hang out with his friends this past week.

"Oh princess," he said, calling you that nickname again, making you turn a light shade of pink. "When has almost winning ever helped anyone? What can I do about the stress? Nothing's going to change if I don't work." He gave a nonchalant shrug, breaking contact with your sorry eyes as he buried his head in his hands.

"Uhm... I mean, do you want help?" You peered at him, wide-eyed and full of pity.

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And that's how you found yourself sitting on the open quidditch stands, thighs squeezed together with your head downcast as Theodore rubbed lazy circles over your underwear.

"I-I don't really see how this is supposed to help you," you mumbled.

He used his other hand to hold your chin gently, guiding your head to face him. "You think seeing a pretty girl like you lookin' like this doesn't help me?" he simpered. You felt your face heat up from the compliment, shifting your thighs to press against each other some more.

He let go of your chin and you looked down to watch him spread your thighs apart gently. Despite never being his friend, his touch felt familiar, even soothing. In fact, you didn't protest against him, even when you felt him slip your underwear to the side and insert a thick finger into your cunt.

Your mouth agape, you turned to look at him, brows knitting together as he met your gaze with a lascivious smile. You pressed your lips together to try and catch your breath, but it only lasted a few seconds as your lips parted once he entered another digit into you. He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off of yours, drinking in your dazed look.

You felt his pace increase, his fingers going in and out of your now glossy cunt rapidly, and let out a shaky moan which made Theodore's mouth contort in a wicked smile. You threw your head back, looking up at the greying sky. He leaned closer to you, his warm breath hitting your ear as he whispered.

"Feels good, yeah? Feels good to help me decompress hm?" He asked you quietly, having you squirm from his touch. You nodded meekly and let out a small yeah in response.

You had never experienced anything like this before. You were sort of scared, but also excited... maybe a bit confused? ...happy to help?

His touch eventually slowed, his two now-soaked fingers leaving your cunt as he held them up in front of you. Your eyes followed his fingers, your face turning into that of surprise as he brought his fingers into his mouth momentarily.

"So sweet..." he breathed out. "Come on, open up," he slapped your cheek lightly with his clean hand.

You opened your mouth slightly, your eyes looking reluctant.

"Come on, don't be scared," he cooed. You opened a little wider and he gently placed the two fingers on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around slowly, tasting sweet, kind of salty as well, but you weren't sure if that was you or his fingers. Taking in your appearance with his fingers in your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Cute."

He stood up from the bench with a sigh, taking a step in front of you. "Just one more thing, that okay?" he asked, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

"Yeah- yeah sure," you agreed. Even though you were unfamiliar with what you guys were doing, you were just glad you could help him out in some way.

"Good girl. --Has anyone told you how sweet you are?" He leaned forward slightly and cupped your cheeks to tilt your head upwards as you stayed seated on the bench.

"Some people, mhm," you nodded.

"Well, they weren't lying." He complimented you casually, making your stomach lurch in an oddly pleasant way. You adverted your gaze so you could soak in his compliment, your head then snapping up at the sound of a zipper. He gave you a wink that you'd be thinking about for the next week and a dazzling smile that you couldn't protest against.

He guided your legs up off the ground so you'd be kneeling on the stands bench and turned you around, having you facing opposite of the center of the quidditch pitch, towards the castle. Your eyes widened from the circumstances, the risk of being so exposed. You heard him shuffle a little behind you, the sound of his pants going down, boxers following.

You felt one of his cold fingers brush against your skin as he pushed your skirt up, making you shudder. He pulled your sodden underwear down and you heard him take a sharp inhale. His fingers ran over your folds, eliciting a groan from him. "You're so wet... n' you've never done this?" he asked you.

You shook your head, making him sigh.

"And you really want to give this to me?"

"Yeah, I do," you muttered quietly. You didn't care that it was Theodore, you just saw him as someone who needed some help and you were going to give it to them... Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you cared that it was Theodore. The Slytherin that you'd always catch yourself ogling at during the quidditch games, the one you'd stare at in potions, the guy you'd hold the door open for before Charms class.

Seeing no reason to delay his pleasure, Theodore positioned himself between your legs, holding your waist from behind as he pushed the tip of his cock into your ready cunt. You couldn't help the large gasp you let out while he stretched you out. You tried to recuperate momentarily, but he continued to enter you slowly, feeling as if there was no end.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured. He slid in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace over time before you started to let out involuntary moans.

"Theo- Theodore," you huffed out, almost whining. "The castle-- someone could see us," you worried.

His pace becoming incontinent, he brushed off your concern with ease. "No one will, okay?"

Even with his reassurance, you couldn't help but feel sheepish, your anxiety spiking as the thrill got to you.

"Oh my g-god," you moaned. Theodore leaned into your back, head resting on the nape of your shoulder. He snaked his arm on your other shoulder, putting you in a headlock. You brought your hands up to hold his arm, your mind going blank as he started up a relentless speed on you and had his other arm travel down to rub on your clit.

"Shh, shh," he whispered. "Now they will see us if you don't quiet down, yeah?" You nodded in agreement, understanding that you mustn't be loud. After a few minutes of biting back your moans as he drilled into you, he positioned you to lie on your back, on one of the benches. You complied and allowed him to reposition himself into you.

"F-fuck!" You mewled, unable to contain yourself in the new position.

"Shh, shh, shhh..." he shushed you once again, covering your mouth with a large hand as the other held both of your legs against his chest. "Be quiet for me, okay? You can do it," he murmured into your ear, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

You nodded slowly as you looked up at him when he pulled his head away from you. "Good... so good."

So entranced by his eye contact, your brain drowned out the sounds of his cock going in and out of your sopping cunt, forgetting all about your precarious surroundings.

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel and you knew that your orgasm was nearing. You clawed at Theodore's hand that was on your mouth and he let go, allowing your ragged gasps to float out into the air.

"You okay?" he asked you. "You close?" He couldn't help but smile endearingly at your state, horribly disheveled, biting your own lip to keep yourself from attracting attention.

"Mm," you nodded weakly, feeling your legs begin to shake. As you came undone, you felt him slow down, letting out groans of his own. You bit down on your lips harder and you could feel tears creeping into your eyes as you felt overloaded with sensations. He pulled out of you with a light pop and stepped towards your head.

He had his cock a few inches above your face and looked hesitant before asking, "May I?"

You honestly weren't very sure of what he was requesting, but you let out a soft yeah, being surprised once he spilled onto your face.

Your lips parted into an o-shape as you squinted slightly. After one last drop, you ran a finger on your cheek, observing the mark he left on you trailing down your finger. He dropped his hands to his side and crouched down to be face level with you. He cupped your face with his hands as he ushered you to sit up.

"You're a sweetheart, so nice of you to help," he praised. Even though he had just done things to you that you'd never even been brave enough to imagine an hour prior, you couldn't fight back the bashful look on your face.

"Of course," you whispered. "Do you feel better?" you asked, pulling your underwear back up.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he chortled. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You saw the sky darkening by the second and looked out the pitch. "Oh! Someone's coming!" you exclaimed.

He gave a mischievous smile that you could stare at for days, planted a quick kiss on your lips, and grabbed your hand to stand you up, brushing ur skirt down to cover your behind.

"Then let's go."

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[deadhands69]

Lights. Camera. Action?

When y/n keeps ending up in every porn trope imaginable, how will the league of villains react?  crack w/adult situations, language gn/afab reader Four short stories featuring: Tomura Shigaraki, Suichi Iguchi (Spinner), and Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

Stuck in the Washing Machine (feat. Tomura Shigaraki)

This laundry day has not gone as planned. You were almost done. A basket full of clean, fresh laundry warm out of the dryer. All of your chores finished before noon! 

Then you see it: one last sock clinging to the back of the drum. 

Naturally, you lean in to pull it out. Should be simple, right? Unfortunately not. 

When you back up to pull yourself out, you hit your head in the process and your hair gets caught in one of the screws. 

“Fucking piece of shit,” you mumble, cursing the old appliance for existing. 

Well, you'll just have to untangle it, right? Easier said than done. You can't quite see where you're caught since it's so close to your scalp. In addition to that, you can't move your arms far enough in this position to do much of anything. 

You're stuck.

Then you hear it: footsteps. Deus ex machina; you're saved! 

“Hey,” your yells echo back at you, nearly painfully. “Can you help me?”

“What?” Tomura Shigaraki’s sleepy voice drawls from the hallway before you hear his footsteps approaching. 

“I'm stuck,” you mumble, slightly ashamed of your situation.

“How the fuck did you manage that,” his gravely voice projects down at you, sounding…hot. You try to block the thought from your mind, there are more pressing matters at hand.

“Wow, you're actually stuck in there,” he says, barely hiding his amusement. 

Yeah, he definitely sounds hot today. You're not sure what got you in this mood. Was it something you ate? Didn't eat? Maybe you're ovulating. In any case, suddenly you're desperate for him. If fucking someone's voice was on the table, you'd be first in line. Shit, you need to pull yourself together. 

“Can you help?” you say a little more suggestively, arching your back to give him a view of the tiny shorts you threw on this morning.

“Uh, I can try.” You listen as his footsteps grow closer until you can see his sweat pant clad legs in what little peripheral vision you have. 

He pulls out his phone for the flashlight, reaching his hands as far into the dryer as he can get. The closeness only spurs you on. With as much motion as you're capable of, you lean into his leg, rubbing your hip against him like a cat. 

“Can you hold still?” he groans, voice still sending a thrill through you. 

“Need you,” you moan, feeling drunk on your own arousal. 

“I know you do. There's no way you're getting this untangled on your own.” 

In the corner of your eye, a piece of metal flashes as he pulls it from his pocket. This draws you back to reality, but only barely. 

“Wait,” you exclaim, “is that a knife?”

“Well, I'm not about to decay your head. Just hold still, I've almost got it.”

The clatter of the knife and dull sound of your hair being sliced reverberate around you. Suddenly, you're free. 

Standing up, you stretch for a moment. When you turn to look at Shigaraki, he hands you a chunk of your hair. Confused, you accept it. Great, first you were stuck now you've had an impromptu haircut. That's nice.

Maybe this morning doesn't have to be all bad though. 

“Since you saved me,” you lay it on thick, gripping his bicep, “is there anything I can do to thank you?”

“Yeah,” he yawns then considers for a moment, “since you're offering, can you throw my clothes in the dryer? And try not to get yourself stuck again,” he calls out from the doorway as he leaves. 

Pizza Delivery Boy (feat. Spinner)

It was just here yesterday, you think while ripping apart your bedroom to find your wallet. If you would have checked earlier, you could have ordered from somewhere that let you pay with a saved card online or Venmo. Unfortunately, the best pizza place in your neighborhood has a strict cash only policy. By the time you realized you couldn’t find the money, the order was already in the oven and it was too late to cancel.

Your phone dings from under a pile of clothes. It’s one of your friends letting you know you left your wallet in her car last night; she'll drop it off after work late tonight. You switch apps to the delivery page. The status bar on your the screen ticks forward, indicating that the driver, ‘Spinner’, is on the way. Not that those are ever correct, but it gives you some vague idea of how little time you have left.

You pull up the couch cushions and search for change under the bed. The yield of your efforts still leaves you just short. Fuck.

With a screech of tires, followed by the light crunch of a vehicle hitting a curb, you're alerted to his presence. You rush to the door, watching through the peephole. The driver climbs out of his car with one hand carrying your pizza and the other flipping his magenta hair out of his face. The world briefly morphs into an old music video, it's like everything is in slow motion.

He’s cute. Really cute.

Maybe there’s another way you could pay for it.

“Hi, uh Spinner!” You answer the door with a bounce, suddenly feeling shy but you push through it. “So, here’s the thing. My friend has my wallet and I’m coming up short on cash. Surely there’s something I could do to make up for it?”

“Oh,” he says, processing what you’ve just said. He’s never had to deal with this on a delivery before.

“When’s your lunch break?” you ask in the most alluring voice you can manage.

“It’s now,” he says nonchalantly. “Well, it's soon. Right after I finish your delivery.”

“You wanna stick around,” you run your hands over his arm, pulling at the sleeve of his leather jacket. “I’m sure there’s some other way to make up for the rest of the bill.”

“Yeah, I’d be down to split it. You picked my favorite toppings and I need to get lunch anyways,” he says, moving into your living room to make himself at home.

As the two of you are eating, you keep glancing up at his face for signs he might be interested in more. Unfortunately, you got yourself pretty worked up in anticipation of trying to seduce him and you’re finding it nearly impossible to turn that off.

“So,” you muse, “after this. You still have like twenty minutes or so, right?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“I thought I could do something for you,” you lean into his shoulder, “you know, to make up for it?” 

“Oh, it’s really not a big deal. I had to get lunch anyways,” he says, “but if you want I could stick around for a bit. I think I know what you're getting at.”

He scoots and closer to the center of the couch near you and takes off his heavy jacket. “You know, I really appreciate it too. It's always so hard to unwind in the middle of the work day.”

Just as you're about to reach for his belt buckle, he leans past you – grabbing an n64 controller from the table. 

“You want to be Mario or Luigi?” he asks with a huge smile.

The two of you proceed to play the most awkward session of Super Mario Bros of your life, jumping down pipes when you wish he was sliding into yours. When he leaves, he asks for your number, exclaiming how great it is to have a good "video game bro" to hang out with during the day now.

Walked In On (feat. Dabi)

It’s been a long day and you finally get a moment to yourself. All you want is to unwind, what better way to do that than an orgasm? Jumping in the shower, you set the water temp just right. Your favorite music is playing and you relax into it. You finally find the perfect angle for the shower head when–

BANG!

Suddenly the door crashes open and your roommate Dabi barges in.

You stifle a moan for long enough to yell, “hey, I’m in here!” It’s no use though - he’s already in the room, digging through the medicine cabinet.

“Well, there’s only one bathroom and you’re hogging it. Besides,” he adds, “the only Tylenol in the house is in here.” That’s not true, you think to yourself, but it doesn’t matter: he ruined it. 

Or, maybe he didn’t.

Through the clear plastic shower curtain, you can make out his frame. Maybe you’re just turned on, but he’s pretty hot. And you’ve only been in here for five minutes, at most, he had to have timed it on purpose. It's almost like he wants to be in here with you. 

“Heyyy, Dabi,” you breathe, hoping he hears the longing in your voice and gets the hint it’s okay to join you from that alone.

“Yeah?” he asks, shaking some pills out of a bottle before drinking straight out of the faucet. 

“Can you give me some help in here?”

“What, did you get something caught in the drain or something? Because last time that was fucking disgu–”

“No, nothing like that,” you reply quickly, hoping to derail that thought before it gets too far. How is he not getting it, he’s the one who walked in here? “I mean, you came in at a very specific time.”

“Oh, that. If you needed me to get you tampons, you could have just said so. Not like I don't have a mom and sister. Yeah, I'll head to the store. We're out of paper towels so I need to go anyway.”

Good to know, but that's still not what you meant. 

“No,” you say exasperated, “that's not the help I'm asking for. Do you want to get in the shower with me?”

You aren't sure how you could make it more obvious than that, surely he has to understand now. 

He yanks the shower curtain back, startling you. But, now that he's here… his arms glisten with the drops of water splashing onto him from the shower. You notice the perfect line of his jaw, leaning in to kiss him.

Unfortunately for you, Dabi's attention is still elsewhere as he searches the ceiling. He moves, not noticing your advances.

“Is there a bug or something? That's what you needed help with in here, right?”

“There’s not a bug, I just thought maybe you’d want to take a shower with me.”

“Oh, yeah. That water bill was insane last month,” Dabi says, his face relaxing now that he thinks he understands. “I showered this morning though.”

He closes the curtain on you, turning to head out the door. “Plus,” he adds, “I wouldn’t want it to be weird for you to have to see my dick or anything.” 

Weird? That's exactly what you want. You finish your shower quickly and spend the rest of the evening hiding in your bedroom.

Casting Couch (feat. all three)

After months without so much as being called back, you jumped at the first job interview you landed. It’s at a seedy bar on the side of town you don’t usually visit, but that’s not a deal breaker. 

When you arrive, a polite man with some sort of smoke quirk greets you at the bar before taking you to a back room.

“Right this way,” he says, holding the door to the hallway. “They’re all back here waiting for you.”

“They? How many people are interviewing me?”

“Just the three of them, they like to work together on matters such as this.” He pushes open another door to a small room and gestures for you to sit on the couch across from the three men. They all perk up as soon as they see you and begin asking questions.

“So how much experience do you have?” asks the man with shaggy blue hair sitting across from you.

“How flexible are you in tough situations?” adds the one with the gecko quirk.

Then the darker haired man chimes in with, “how available can you make yourself?” 

It’s all so familiar.

The three attractive men across from you. The leather couch. All of the suggestive questions they’ve been asking. You’ve heard of interviews like this. With how long it’s taken you to find work, you’ll happily play along. Looking at the three of them, you’re even excited for it.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” you say, taking off your sweater.

“Right now?” asks the blue haired one, looking more confused than you expected.

“Yeah, you want to see what I can do, right?” you reply provocatively.

“Yeah, but,” adds the one with nose piercings, “there’s not enough room in here.” The others nod in agreement.

At that statement, you wonder what kind of crazy shit you’ve gotten yourself into. Curiosity gets the best of you though and you push forward. Whatever it is, you still need the job.

“Then aren’t you going to take me somewhere else?”

“Yeah, you might want to put your sweater on though. It’s pretty cold out,” the man with the fuschia hair replies. Reluctantly, you throw your sweater back on, knowing you’ll just be peeling it off again in a little while.

“Well, lead the way!” you say excited at the prospect of a potential job and the opportunity to sleep with three of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your life. 

The four of you exit through the bar, the man at the counter waves knowingly. You exit, walking a few blocks down the sidewalk and turning to cut through a park. You must be going to one of their apartments. Abruptly, they stop in the middle of the field and turn to you.

“Now’s your time to shine,” the darker haired man nudges you.

“R-right here?” you ask.

“Yeah, this looks like a good place,” states the one with scars on his lip and eye. Again, the others nod in agreement. 

“But there are people...” you whisper, glancing at the busy playground nearby.

“Oh, these people aren’t bothered by anything,” starts the scaled man. “No one in this neighborhood is. Just keep it over here and they’ll mind their own business. Dabi comes down here and does this by himself all the time,” he adds, pointing at the man next to him. Dabi looks pretty proud of himself.

“Huh,” you consider, “well, if you say it’s okay. Maybe we can go behind the gazebo or something.”

“You shy or something?” asks the man who you now know as Dabi. 

“Yeah, something like that. I’ve just never done this before. Not like this, at least."

"Weird, but okay," says the one with blue hair.

The four of you walk behind the gazebo where you take your shirt off and they promptly ask if you are having heat flashes and need medical attention.

Needless to say, you did not get that job.

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paige bueckers fanfiction | paige bueckers x fem reader

Synopsis: Paige taking care of you during your period.

Warning: English is not my first language (sorry for any mistakes); terrible writing and lots of fluff!

Today was Friday, the best day of the week for you and Paige, finally the day when you meet and can spend the weekend together. You had a routine set, talked about the day, snuggled in bed, and had a movie session (where Paige always fell asleep in the middle).

However, this Friday was different. You woke up today with unbearable pain in your stomach, slowly getting out of bed. Your head was pounding heavily, and soon you recognized the reason. Your period had arrived today.

You gathered your strength to go to the bathroom, take a shower, and go through your entire care routine. After the shower, you dressed comfortably and chose to stay quietly in bed, checking your phone for the first time that day.

| my love🤍: hey bae, good morning princess. 10:30

| meu amor🤍: não esqueça de comer, estou chegando mais cedo hoje :) 10:32

You smiled at your girlfriend's messages, always very caring. She knows you very well and knows that you usually prefer to laze in bed rather than go make something delicious for breakfast. Which is certainly what you're doing today. Your smile widened when you saw that she could come earlier to your house today.

You rolled over in bed, and while waiting for Paige, you fell asleep in the process. You woke up with a gentle caress on your back and saw Paige looking worried.

"Oi, amor, onde está doendo? Você está bem?" - ela perguntou, sentando-se ao seu lado na cama e cuidadosamente arrastando sua cabeça para o colo dela.

Unconsciously, you slept curled up due to the pain and probably groaned as usual. With effort, you sat up in bed to reply: "My period arrived today, it hurts a lot Paige."

"I understand dear, I'm here for you" - She cuddled you in her arms while whispering sweet and comforting words in your ear. Feeling you relax, she suggested: "Why don't you take a nice bath while I quickly go to the store?"

You perked up at the idea, nodding quickly and following her to the bathroom. She prepared the tub the way you like it and helped you undress. You noticed how her eyes lingered on you and smiled seeing her blush in response; gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and got into the bath.

Meanwhile, Paige left home towards the store to buy everything you need to make your day as light as possible. Upon returning, she saw you seemingly relaxed in the tub and smiled at the sight. She helped you out and dressed you in one of her clothes that were a thousand times more comfortable than yours.

The two of you lay on bed with many blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Paige handed you your favorite chocolate while smiling at you and started the comfort movie. You felt more at home than ever and were grateful to have her by your side; looking at her smiling focused on the movie.

"You're so beautiful, I love you" - you intertwined in her arms melting under her touch.

"I love you my beautiful girl" - she planted a kiss on your forehead, pulling you close to her chest sighing relieved to have you around.

At the end of the day, you fell asleep together watching in each other's arms with silly smiles on your faces and many chocolate wrappers on the floor. You loved having someone to take care of you.

Let me know if you guys liked this.

| With love, Liv! ──ִֶָ𓂃 .ᐟ

[hanasnx]

that girl

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO WORD COUNT: 0.9k WARNINGS: f!reader | suggestive | fake relationship | love triangle

Ever since you'd first started hanging around JJ MAYBANK the other Kooks of Figure Eight have voiced their concern. Every word and every insult has been thrown around to describe him so as to convince you not to "waste your time with him." The mouth of RAFE CAMERON is especially foul. "I'm jus' looking out for you, that's all." he'd insist, and he's shown his concern by towing you along with a harsh grip on your upper arm.

It's no secret that Rafe's interest in you is selfish. He's told you in many ways that you belong with someone from your side of the island, not a delinquent who'll end up just like his slum father. Of course, he hasn't explicitly specified who exactly you should have you eyes on in Figure Eight.

There's something about the way Ward pushes you together, as if you're good for Rafe. Not just Ward, but Sarah and Wheezie love you. They cling onto your arms and tell you about how they wish you were part of the family already, grossly misinterpreting your relationship with their brother. Sarah rolls her eyes at how Rafe talks when he's around you, how he's on edge and slightly more neurotic because he "likes you so much it's embarrassing." Playful and innocent, yet they put you at unease, teaching you to suspect Rafe's oncoming confession.

It's gotten to the point where you're afraid to be alone with him. That he'll confess his feelings for you, or respond poorly when you reject him. Actively avoiding him whenever you're in the same vicinity because the pressure is just too much. However, he's determined, and when he corners you inside at the Midsummer's, you run through a list of excuses at a record pace.

"... and I just think it's time we go out—"

You interrupt him with possibly the worst option on the wheel your brain had spun. "Rafe, I have a boyfriend." Blurting it out in a flinch, readying for his inevitable meltdown. He's not known for being stable. An indignant, knowing glint flashes in his eyes as he refocuses on you, taken aback at the prospect of you belonging to someone else.

"Well, who?"

You're reminded of the back of JJ's head when you'd spotted him sneaking in earlier. "C'mon, you should know already." In an attempt to be lighthearted, you push at his arm but he's immovable and unresponsive, glancing at your contact as if it's unwanted. Embarrassed, you drop your arm, and give him a shrug, "It's JJ." you say in a forced laugh. The silence is killing you as he processes your words, lips pressed into a thin line. Tentatively, you crawl across the wall, inching out of the space he caged you in. "I should... get back to him. Excuse me." your tone feathers out, and you escape, power-walking back to the outside where people are. You leave him staring at the wall with his knuckle to his mouth in thought.

You crane your neck, searching bobbing heads for the one of familiar blonde hair. Miraculously, you spot him on the dancefloor, rounding Sarah. Hiking up your dress, you hurry to his location, and usher him aside. "Sorry, Sarah, be right back." you assure her.

"Hey, easy, you'll get it crinkled." JJ scolds you, straightening out his waiter get-up indignantly. Without thinking, you hand claps over his mouth and he furrows his brows at you, scanning your figure.

"I don't have time to explain, but I need you to be my fake boyfriend—"

The crease in his brows deepen at the notion, minutely shaking his head under the pressure of your palm. "Uh-uh!"

"Please, JJ, I need your help—"

He smacks your hand off, "Are you kidding me?" he questions, too loud for comfort, and to evade making a scene you drag him further away while shushing him.

"You don't understand, just for a little bit!" you beg, clutching onto his clothes as he continuously pushes you off, intent to back up and away. You chase him.

"No, no way, princess. You know what the white knights of Figure Eight'll do to me if they find out a dick from the Cut is your sweetheart? I've got enough heat on me as is." If it were under different circumstances, maybe, but his friends have assured him the less attention on him the better. Not while they're in the middle of a treasure hunt, and less eyes means less competition. Certainly not something he can disclose with you, and you hound after him as he furthers from the centroid of the party. A door opens, and Rafe comes into your view. You jump into overdrive, diving onto JJ to pull him out of Rafe's peripheral. "The hell—?"

"That's Rafe, that's Rafe. God, please, JJ. If you just pretend you're my boyfriend in front of Rafe maybe he'll leave me alone?" You upturn your brows, begging him while his back is to the wall. Bewildered, he stares at you a second before looking around the corner. He licks his lips. The chance to get back at Rafe psychologically sounds pretty good right now, and the way you throw yourself at him ain't bad either. He locks eyes with you again, giving you a once-over in your pretty Midsummer dress. "Please?" you sigh. "JJ. Please?"

His nostrils flare when he sucks in a breath, pursing his lips. "Damnit. Damnit, alright. Enough with those eyes, are you kidding me? I'll do it."

You expel a breath in relief, tossing yourself at him to wind your arms around his neck. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you,"

"Alright, alright." He peels you off of him. "Don't get all happy with me, you've gotta remember I make the rules here."

You shouldn't have agreed to his rules so readily. Like an idiot, you had told him you're down for whatever it takes and he took that seriously. Now you're subjected to his every whim. A small part of you deems it's worth it, especially seeing Rafe's face after JJ made out with you and grabbed your ass for the first time in front of him.

[educatedsimps]

can you do Kenma fic where the reader is getting hit on by some perverted strangers. How would he save the reader? (Reader and him are together) Thank you!!

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kozume kenma x f!reader

a/n: HI ANON tysm for the request!! hope u like ittt (also sorry it took a little more than a week to get this out, been pretty busy at work) cw: implied (?) college au, drinking/alcohol, mild (justified) violence, coarse language, mentions of sex - lmk if i missed out anything!

"You guys go ahead, 'm gunna go take a break," You half slurred as your friends continued their partying on the dance floor.

You were on a girls' night out with your best friends and you had been drinking and dancing in your heels all night. You stumbled over to the bar a few yards away and took a seat on the nearest barstool.

Strobe lights bathed the stuffy club in various shades of reds, blues and greens as the smell of alcohol mixed with bodily sweat permeated the space. You watched from your seat as all kinds of people squeezed and elbowed their way around one another in the crammed club. There were several others seated along the bar, having drinks and chatting, most of them looking like couples.

Your head was abuzz from all the alcohol you had been drinking, you didn't even remember how much you had had at the point. The live rock band playing onstage and the sheer volume of the crowd chattering didn't really help with the mild headache creeping up on you. You quickly asked for a glass of water and gratefully gulped it down when the bartender slid it over to you with a smile. The feeling of ice cold water gushing down your throat was a stark contrast to the burn of alcohol.

Okay, Y/n, I think that's enough drinking for tonight, you don't wanna throw up all over Kenma when you get home, you thought, closing your eyes and feeling the mild headache you felt earlier slowly return to the depths of hell. Right where it belongs.

You took your phone out from your purse and pressed the shortcut to your "Favourites" contacts, dialling your boyfriend. He picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, sunshine, ready to leave?" Your boyfriend's voice crackled over the phone.

"Hiiii!! Can you come pick me up? Pleeeaaase? I think I'm a lil tipsy…" You yawned, looking into the crowd and straining to hear what Kenma had said over the phone. Your friends were now on the complete opposite end of the dance floor, and you could barely make out the tops of their heads from where you were seated.

"Of course, love. Lemme grab my keys and I'll be right over, yeah? You just hang tight, I'll see you soon. Love you." You heard him chuckle lightly.

"Okay! I love you too!" You half yelled, relieved.

Hanging up, you turned back to your glass of water and downed the rest of it in a matter of seconds. You placed your phone on the table and leaned your head in your hand, taking a quick breather. You didn't normally drink so much, so you weren't exactly used to this amount of alcohol even though it was still within your limits.

Just as you were about to ask for another glass of water, you noticed someone sliding into the seat next to you. Turning to see who it was, you were met with the stench of beer breath and a blonde man that was way too close for comfort.

"The fu-"

"Hey shawty," He started, looking you up and down with a hungry smile. "Think a pretty girl like you can give us her number?" You mentally cringed at the pet name.

“I have a boyfriend,” You said coolly, looking straight ahead.

"So? You can't give us your number 'cause you have a 'boyfriend'?"

Before you could process his statement, you felt two more bodies sidle up on the other side of your seat, also standing unnecessarily close.

"I'll make you feel good tonight, babygirl. Way better than your boyfriend," The second man said. He was bigger than the first and had a tattoo snaking up the length of his arm. His pudgy hands reached out to grab your arm before you swatted him away. You tried to stand up and leave but the third guy blocked your path from behind, forcing you to sit back down in your seat so you wouldn't faceplant into his chest.

"We can go to my place, I promise it'll be fun," The third man said, tilting his head to the side as he surveyed you. The coloured lights reflected off his septum and lip piercings as he spoke.

You whipped your head around in an attempt to find your friends for help but Vodka Blondie grabbed your chin and turned your attention back to them.

"Nuh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Eyes on me," He drawled.

"Get away from me," You managed to choke out, harshly slapping his hand away.

"Ah, so she's a feisty one," Tatted Arm hummed.

"Come on, doll, just give us your number. Easy," Vodka Blondie said, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Why would I give you my number, dickhead? You look like Walmart Shrek," You muttered, glaring at each of them in turn. Your filter had been ripped out, crushed and flushed down the drain at that point. You didn't care if you were offending these guys, you just wanted to leave.

Internally, you were panicking and thinking of how to get yourself out of this situation. Your heart beat erratically in your chest as your brain went into overdrive looking for exit options. The worst part was that the place was packed but no one seemed to notice what was happening.

Where are my friends? Where is Kenma?

"Bitch, you should be thankful I even tried to get your number, do you know how many girls I've fucked on campus?" Vodka Blondie sputtered, clearly insulted.

Oh, what a fragile thing, the male ego.

"So you admit you're a manwhore, got it," You rolled your eyes.

"It's twenty girls, by the way," He continued, bragging.

"Oookay, sex-addict. Since none of those twenty girls bothered to stay, maybe you should try guys instead," You spat, disgust clearly written on your face. You reached for your phone still lying on the table but in your tipsy state, you weren't fast enough and Tatted Man slid it out of your reach.

"You motherfu-" You gritted out under your breath.

Piercings grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. His face was now inches from yours and his beer breath was nauseating. "I'll treat you like a princess in bed, babygirl, you just gotta sit there, look pretty and take it all in," He said, as flecks of spit flew out of his mouth and landed on your face.

Disgusted out of your mind, you snapped, "DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Even then, with a face not even your mom can stand, what on earth makes you think I would want to fuck you?" Without waiting for a response, you grabbed the purse in your lap and shoved him out of your way, making a run for it.

Unfortunately, your heel got caught on part of the carpet that had lifted and you tripped before you could get away. Piercings grabbed you by the waist just before you hit the ground, and to passers-by, it probably looked like he was holding up a super drunk female friend. It couldn't be further from the truth. He sat you back down on the barstool and you growled in frustration.

"And what on earth makes you think you can get away from us, princess?" Piercings mocked. You threw him a pulverising glare.

"Only my boyfriend gets to call me 'Princess'-"

"Who the fuck do you think you're calling 'Princess'?"

Looking up, you saw a five foot seven figure looming behind the pierced man in front of you. Dressed in a black hoodie, grey joggers, sneakers and a black cap, it took you a moment to realise that the man with dyed hair akin to pudding was your beloved boyfriend.

"Oh? And who's this?" Piercings spun to face Kenma, a condescending smirk on his (very punchable) face.

"Kenma-" You gasped.

"Her boyfriend," Kenma deadpanned. His posture was nonchalant, shoulders slightly hunched with his hands in his pockets, staring down the man in front of him. It didn't seem to bother him that the three men who were bothering you were at least five inches taller than him.

"Huh. Well, nice to meet you, boyfriend, but she's comin' home with me tonight. Good try though," Piercings smiled, moving to put his arm around your shoulder.

"What the fu-" You let out, dodging just as Kenma's hand shot out to block the pierced man's arm. The latter rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off before I report you for sexual harassment," Kenma growled, slowly losing his patience as these guys tried to lay their hands you right in front of him.

"Aww, the twink must be scared to fight me for this little girlfriend-"

He didn't manage to finish his sentence before he got socked in the jaw, neck snapping to the side and slumping to the ground in front of you. The other two beside you stared at him wide-eyed, frozen.

Kenma had rolled up his sleeves, revealing a toned forearm with thick veins running down the length of it. You saw him subtly rubbing his knuckles as he watched Piercings slowly push himself off the floor. Blinking, he looked up to see Kenma bending down toward him with a murderous look in his eyes.

"I said, fuck off."

Without another word, Kenma scooped you up along with your belongings and carried you out of the club, towards his car. Before you left, you heard two of the guys about to give chase before the third said, loud enough for you to hear, "Forget it, she's not worth it."

As you exited the club, you heard your boyfriend muttering angrily under his breath. Still tipsy, you weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, but you caught onto once sentence in particular.

"She's worth everything."

a/n: i've never been to a club before so i hope this is semi accurate at least HAHAHA if you saw any errors... no you didn't. thanks for reading!

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JUICE + SHY GN!READER HEADCANON

First ever headcanon, and this really pushed me out of my comfort zone! Juice is a character that I'm still learning and shy characters are always a little tough for me in these universes. Honestly would love anyone else to drop in any additional thoughts because this one really got me thinking through so many scenarios on how things would play out with these two :) Headcanon is under the cut!

FIRST MEETING: 

Juice isn’t exactly the most outspoken or outgoing either, so the process from meeting you to dating you takes time. Slow burn for suuuuuure. 

I think it’d start out with Juice being more shy than the reader for sure but your shyness is what draws him to you. You’re also not exactly jumping out of your seat to talk to him either, but to you, you’re just ignoring him while Juice is being shy to you. 

You’re the opposite of his life right now. The club is rowdy and chaotic and you were calm and observant. 

There’s tons of stolen glances whenever he gets the chance when you’re around. His eyes jump away in seconds the minute you catch him looking at you. Whether it’s peeking over his laptop, or fully staring at you when he catches you downtown. 

Those glances would eventually turn to awkward smiles, the occasional wave or head nod.

When he gets the nerve to actually come and talk to you, there’s a lot of fumbling on his words until he realizes you’re just as nervous as him and it somehow makes him feel a little less nervous.

Just enough that in some fiddly way he manages to ask you out and you agree. 

The first date is a lot of him asking you questions because you’re still very reserved. A lot of what are your favorite things; food, movies, places to go, where  do you work, do you like it. Just trying to learn more about you.

He goes off on a lot of tangents about tech, it’s what he knows and loves so it just comes easy to him. You take it all in, every word, picking up on the details in what he’s saying and what he’s not. 

You definitely bring things up that he’s said earlier and it drives him mad. Someone who pays attention to the things he’s saying? That’s new. 

Somewhere along the conversation you mentioned something about your car and he eagerly offered to fix it for you at TM which ultimately solidified your second date. 

It’s obvious you’re a fish out of water at Teller-Morrow. Your voice is comparable to a mouse in comparison to all the guys, club and mechanics combined. 

While trying to explain to Chucky and then Piney that one of the guys said they could help you out, Juice appears with the biggest grin on his face when he sees you and offers you an energetic “hey” and it completely melts you. 

You sit next to him while he tinkers with your car, him mostly taking up a lot of the conversation but you’re chiming in here or there a little bit more than on the first date. Everything around you kind of fades away in those moments, you’re just enjoying the time passing with Juice. 

When you get home that night, you break something else on your car, purposely, so you can bring it back the next day. Too nervous to just ask him to hang out on your own. 

After he catches on, you’ve brought your car in 3 times in one week,  he decides to blurt it out. Do you wanna be my girlfriend? And he’s immediately mortified by the prepubescent way of asking you to be his but in your eyes it's perfect. It’s direct and leaves no room for misinterpretation. BEGINNING OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP: 

Then, things are a bit different once your relationship is a bit more established. You both geek out together, and you feel a bit more comfortable coming out of your shell around him. 

He definitely becomes protective over you, knowing how fragile he can be because of his sensitive side and how people are eager to take advantage of that, the thought that someone could be like that with you makes him want to follow you around like a guard dog. 

He's constantly stare at you, lovingly + adoring but also curiously, just picking up on the things you do and why. But now, instead of looking away when you catch his eyes, he just smiles, maybe lightly touches your face, places a soft kiss on your lips, still smiling through each interaction.

But the real kicker is when he tells you he wants you to come hang out at the clubhouse and meet the guys. 

Now, he’s not an idiot, he knows that they can be a lot and you aren’t a very extroverted person, but he reassures you a lot that they’ll love you and you’ll have a good time. He also lets you know he’d never let anything happen to you. And once the guys meet you, neither will they.

When you show up, you’re feeling exactly how you felt when you first met Juice. Flighty eyes, absorbing the environment, taking in everything. 

The commotion of the group by the pool table and then the group by the bar was starting to make your stomach turn. 

Juice spots you immediately and is by your side within seconds and never leaves it. One, because he wants to keep his word of being there and two, he feels so happy just to have you here with his family. 

The guys tease Juice more than they tease you, and when anyone gets a little too pushy before you’re able to even feel uncomfortable Juice is handling it. 

OVER TIME: 

I think he’d be able to anticipate your needs and vice versa. 

When he comes home from a rough day, you’re there to pick up the pieces and he lets you. 

There’s toons of physical affection behind closed doors. Cuddling, all types of kisses, very sweet and passionate love. 

In public and in front of the club, it’s not as prominent but there’s definitely arms wrapped around you, sitting in between his legs, casual pecks on the cheek and fingers intertwined. 

He’d also trust your opinion on things because when you are at the clubhouse you’re not looking to fuck-around. You’re taking in everything and it gives you a really unique perspective on situations. 

He’d take you on so many long rides and road trips because he knows the quiet of the rides are your favorite.

He’d leave breakfast for you when he had early mornings and you’d leave dinner for him on those late night runs. 

Juice would use his skills to make your life easier, just like when you first met. Fixing your car, your computer, making sure you were upgrading all your software, getting you things that you didn’t even realized existed that just made every aspect of your life easier. 

Ultimately, I think a shy partner is exactly what Juice needs, someone who understands him, and is patient with him. They both would be able to respect and love each other because they see each other. There's so much understanding because they get one another, their quirks, their preferences, their mannerisms.

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[mewnewew]

Sir Crocodile x Chronically ill!Reader pt.3

Yeah, lmao this series is on ao3 as well, you can probably spot it as I've just posted the 10th chapter. I'll be posting it here too, cause why not. Lemme know whether you want to see the continuation of the Oni! Crocodile thing too in the comments! Pt.2 Pt.4

When he was angry, usually you stayed away—giving him his space. It made sense to you, why trouble the man much stronger than you?

This time, you were going to the kitchen, head in a book. You had an idea of making a soup, which sounded good to you. Thanks to the help and the better doctors, your health was much easier to manage allowing you to do some tasks which earlier you wouldn't have done without help. Cooking you could do normally as well, but Crocodile had agreed on not having the nurses' constant presence due to you feeling better.

As you walked to the kitchen, you bumped into Crocodile, namely his side, as he was standing turned to face the window in the passageway. You paused, looking up at him.

"You okay?"

"Not in the mood." He said curtly. Ah, something had happened.

You nodded and walked off to the kitchen, where you put your book on the counter, hearing him walk to the bedroom. Maybe you could offer him some of the soup? Yeah, that seemed good.

40 minutes later, you'd made a pot of soup, with a few chunks of bananawani meat added in. You poured a medium-sized bowl of the same and added a spoon. You carried it to the study which is where he usually stayed for a bit after coming home. You peeked a head in and saw him smoking a cigar, with a disgruntled look on his face as he stared off into the distance.

"Hey"

His eyes met yours. "What is it?"

"Can I come in?"

He took the cigar from his lips and exhaled a breath. No response. You went anyway.

"What's this?"

You put it on the table, the aroma wafting around the room.

"Soup. I made it"

"Why are you giving it to me?"

"I thought it would cheer you up. I added Bananawani meat to it"

He raises an eyebrow at you, then looks down at the soup before closing his eyes and letting out a puff of smoke.

"You can go"

You pause, half awkwardly, and then nod, leaving.

An hour later, you're doing some origami at a table in the library, trying to make a dragon for a cousin. You hear someone clearing their throat and look up. It's Crocodile, who's looking up at you with an odd expression on his face. You've never seen that before.

"I....wanted to thank you. For the soup" He speaks gruffly. Then it clicks, he's bashful.

You blink and then shake your head. "Ah, it's okay. I mean you help me a lot anyway so..." You shrug "It's the least I could do. Plus, I wanted someone to share with anyway"

He nods stiffly, the smoke making a few turns in its path as it does. His eyes fall to your little project.

"What's that?"

You look down and pick it up to show him.

"I'm trying to make a butterfly. The process is called origami" After you said that, he eyed it carefully. A few awkward moments went by.

"I see. Good luck with that"

You nodded, watching as he turned and left.

A few hours later, you joined him in bed, turning on your side away from him as usual.

"Why....didn't you pry about why I wasn't in a better mood?" He asked, his voice quiet but clear in the dark room.

You slowly turned, facing him. Your eyes meet his lavender.

"Well, two reasons. One, I didn't want a situation where you might take that anger out on me. And two....." You trailed off, watching a furrow grow between his eyebrows. "Everyone needs some space when they're angry to process it and to calm themselves down. Like a small bubble of peace, you know?"

"You could never make me angry." He spoke, in the softest voice you had ever heard him speak in.

Your eyes went wide slightly as he reached out a hand, settling it again as he did on that night months ago, on your cheek, stroking your skin with the back of his fingers.

"You don't have to be scared of me. I don't want this to be that kind of marriage." He continued, and you felt like cheering oddly enough.

Eventually, when you woke up, this time you were cradled to his chest, your hands around his neck, and you didn't want to move. This was.....good. You didn't even want to leave. He became more touchy with you after that. He'd find little reasons to touch you, to pat your head, or to just be next to you. You, on the other hand, didn't mind this. You were quite sure you were probably enjoying this slightly as well.

[chrissv4mp]

just me and you and you and me, alone

reader x ethan landry

inspired by 'teddy bear' by melanie martinez !!

warnings: dead body, weapon(s), strong language (lmk if i missed any)

do not repost for any reason at all.

"my parents are gone for the week, so it'll just be me and you." ethan smiled, closing the door behind you before quietly locking it.

you hummed in response, your backpack full of clothes and essentials hanging off your shoulder.

ethan caught up with you as you made your way down the hall to his room, grabbing your backpack and carrying it into his room.

you smiled, following him.

"you seem more energetic than usual, what's going on?" you asked, a smirk on your face.

the brunette boy shrugged as he placed your backpack on his bed, "just excited that we can finally be alone, i guess."

the feeling was mutual. and he was right, you guys never had time alone. and when you guys were alone, someone would always come along and ruin it. this was nice for a change.

"hey, i'm gonna go to the bathroom." ethan hummed in response, too busy unpacking your things to process your words.

you walked out of his room, making your way down the hall and checking every door that you passed along the way. none of then were bathrooms.

as you reached the end of the hall, where the front door was, you turned to face the stairs, sighing, "how is there not a bathroom downstairs?"

after you got upstairs, you continued your search for a bathroom, opening every door you could see. until your attention turned to a hallway with three doors.

one of them had to be a bathroom, right?

you opened the first one, it was a guest bedroom.

the second one was a closet.

as you reached for the doorknob of the third door, you crossed your fingers, hoping that it was a bathroom.

it creaked as you slowly opened it, and you shut your eyes.

as you opened them, you let out a relieved sigh, smiling. as you stepped into the bathroom, your foot hit something and it brushed against your shoe.

your smile fades instantly as you looked down. the bathroom floor was bloody, and there he was, the boy from your physics class, on the floor. dead.

he wasn't moving, his eyes were still wide open and his neck had been sliced open. you hadn't seen anything like it before.

"wha-- what the fuck..?" you slapped a hand over your mouth to cover your gasp.

you stumbled back, your knees feeling like they were going to buckle. you wanted to scream, wanted to run out the front door and cry for help. but you couldn't.

ethan, your boyfriend, was just downstairs. who knows what he would do to you if he knew what you had found.

but then your eyes went impossibly wider.

your shoes were white. and blood wasn't exactly the easiest thing to get off of it.

"shit, shit, shit, shit! you muttered, balling your hands into fists.

maybe you could get out of the house quietly. maybe he wouldn't notice. just maybe.

you walked back down the hall, getting to the railing. you leaned over it, checking to see if ethan was done with unpacking.

your hand flew to your mouth, muffling your heavy breathing as you saw the boy.

you stumbled back once again, hitting the wall with a loud thud.

ethan perked up, his shoulders tensing as he raised an eyebrow, "y/n? are you okay?"

he turned his head to the stairs, slowly making his way up them.

your ears caught up on the creaking sounds of the wood, and your heart was beating so loud you were sure anybody who got close to you could hear it.

before he could get all the upstairs, you spotted a door you had opened earlier. it was another guest bedroom. you quickly ran into it, closing the door quietly before locking it.

your eyes went all around the room, looking for a place to hide. the closet? the bathroom? underneath the bed?

"y/n? where'd you go?" he called again, this time his voice further away.

you shuddered at the sound of your name falling from his mouth.

ethan walked down the dark hallway, his body more tense than before. he noticed that the doors were open. all of them. including the bathroom door.

his eyes widened, and he stood still, his hands balling into fists. he held them so tight his knuckles turned white, and then he let himself freak.

"fuck!" he screamed.

you winced at the sound, and you hurried to hide under the bed.

"y/n, baby, come on out! it's not what it looks like." ethan pleaded, his breathing heavy as he rushed to open every single door upstairs.

he reached into his back pocket, grabbing his pocket knife and flipping the blade out, gripping it tightly.

as he reached for the guest bedroom door handle, his hand shook.

the door handle rattled as he tried to open it.

"why are you hiding? y/n, i would never do anything to hurt you. just come out and we can talk, yeah?"

you stayed quiet, tears falling from your eyes as you held yourself tightly.

ethan waited and waited. and when the 5 minute mark hit, his patience with you ran out.

his fist hit the door with a loud bang, and he screamed, "i'm done playing games, y/n, come the fuck out of there!"

no response.

ethan huffed, taking a step back before kicking the door with all his strength.

he didn't stop. he wouldn't until the door opened.

he did it again.

and again.

and again.

until the door faltered and swung open, hitting the wall before bouncing back slowly.

ethan breathed heavily, and he pushed the door open again, stepping into the room as he gripped his knife tightly.

"come on out, baby. don't be shy."

[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale Chapter 24

Spoilers for ISAT/Two Hats below the break as always. CW: Some slight mental spiraling but hey that's to be expected at this point.

{You walk along with Bonnie sitting on your shoulders, gently but securely holding their legs to keep them from falling. Mirabelle and Odile joining you through the market as well. You smiled so brightly as Bon went on and on about their journey with the other saviors, listening intently to every word, so happy to have them back and know they were so well taken care of while you were frozen.}

{After a while, Isabeau finally returns, catching up to you all with a big smile.}

"Woah! When did you get so tall Bonnie?!"

"Hah! I'm taller than Za now! I'm unstoppable!!" {Bon proclaims with their fists confidently raised into the air. You can't help but chuckle heavily at that.}

"Thank y'all so much for taking such good care of Bonnie for me..." {You can't hold it in anymore, you're so grateful for everything they did, all the stories you've heard. Isabeau gives a bit of a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his head.}

"Thanks but... Sif's really the one you should be thanking the most." {You perk up at that, glancing at the others curiously. Mirabelle looks away with a shameful look. Odile has her arms crossed and doesn't want to meet your gaze either. You peek up at Bon, who's got a sad, pouting look on their face.}

"Did something happen Bon?..." {They look away as well, not wanting to talk about it, clearly.}

"There was this sadness once..." {Isabeau begins to explain.}

"None of us were close enough, and before we knew it it was about to get Bonnie... Sif's the fastest out of all of us, and suddenly he was there, in between them... He took the hit for them, lost his eye in the process..." {You're shocked at first, looking back up at Bon again, they still don't want to make eye contact. You pat their leg lightly to try and comfort them.}

"Well... I'll just have to thank them with the biggest hug I can manage when I meet them then~!" {You cheer, trying to lighten the mood for everyone. You're used to being an emotional rock for your sibling, it's almost comforting to get the chance again.}

"Y-Yeah! J-just be sure not to sneak up on him!" {Mirabelle chimes in, happy that that didn't ruin the good time you were all enjoying.}

"Heh... Don't want him to suplex you either Nille." {Bon teased with a grin. You roll your eyes a bit with a playful pout.}

"That was one time Bon!... Okay twice but still!" {You two have a little pouting stand off before you both break out into heavy laughter.}

"HAH! Not used to touch either then?"

"Not exactly, more just, easily spooked. Don't like things sneaking up on me, liable to get a hammer to the face that way."

"I'll do my best to stomp around as loud as possible." {Isabeau says with a grin. Bon giggling heavily at that.}

"That's what I had to do!! She even got me in a headlock once when I tried to surprise hug her!!"

"You knew not to sneak up on me Bon! I can't help what my body does when it gets surprised like that!"

"Perhaps it may be best to keep that hammer of yours by the door when we're in a safe place." {Odile chimes in with a light smirk, you're glad to hear she has a sense of humor, chuckling back a bit before responding.}

"Yeah that's usually the rule at home too." {Odile smiles at that, before her face turns more serious... studious maybe?}

"I apologize for the sudden shift in topic but, could we discuss your 'traveling companion'?"

"Hmm? Vale? Oh yeah, uhhh.. Y'all knew them as someone else I guess?" {You noticed they all called them Loop earlier, you don't want to expose too much since you aren't sure what they know versus what Vale told you.}

"Yeah, with a star for a head and everything, they were with Sif during the-" {Isabeau quickly claps a hand over their mouth.}

"Oh, Vale told me about the loops already actually, if that's what you mean."

"Oh!... Uhh... That makes things easier I guess?" {Isabeau looked relieved bit also pretty thrown off by that.}

"Including the new ones?" {Odile chimes in.}

"New ones?"

"I'll take that as a no then. What did Vale tell you about exactly?"

"Well... They kinda got really personal about a lot of stuff, I don't know what I'm allowed to talk about or not, y'know?"

"Yeah, we shouldn't be prying too much behind their back. How about your travels together then? You said they saved you from a sadness?" {Isabeau starts to shift the conversation.}

"Yeah! They must have been walking for a week straight or something, they passed out right after."

"Did they look like they do now, or?..."

"Oh, no, they were the star head you mentioned. My 'knight in shining face' as I called them." {Isabeau lets out a heavy belly laugh at that, you follow it up with a proud little chuckle. Bon even gives a little giggle at that.}

"We stuck around after that since they mentioned knowing y'all. We did some random busy work for coin, and they blew it all on some 'fancy outfits'." {You explain with a little smirk, it was difficult to even pretend to be angry about that, remembering the look on their face after trying on their first one. Isabeau watches your face curiously, smiling a little himself.}

"Heh, sounds like you two got real close already, huh?"

"Huh? Oh yeah I guess, just uhh... had a lot of bonding time together! Went through a lot in these past weeks." {You start to explain, a light blush across your face. Isabeau just gives you a knowing grin. Why does he keep looking at you like that?}

"O-Oh?! I hope your journey wasn't too difficult! What did you go through?" {Mirabelle chimes in nervously.}

"Oh! No no not like that kind of... Again, it was mostly personal stuff, I can't really talk about it much, but I've been helping them deal with some things."

"You mean like... Feelings buddies?!" {Her eyes beam brightly with excitement, you let out another laugh.}

"Yeah! Feelings buddies! That's a good way to put it." {Bon makes a gagging sound above you playfully. You lightly slap their leg before they giggle again.}

{You all continue sharing stories about your separate journeys, catching up while they gather supplies, doing your best to avoid any information that Vale might want to hold close to the chest.}

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"So, have you told them anything?" [You ask, breaking the somewhat comfortable silence you both sat in.]

"Huh?" [Stardust perks up, confused by your sudden question.]

"About this go around, about the new loops... about me?"

"N-No! Nothing about you! I promise!" [They shoot up in a panic.]

"This isn't an interrogation, Stardust... I'm just curious where they're all at." [He settles back into his chair after a moment.]

"... I told them it's been 30 years, and some stuff related to that... I think that's it." [He ponders for a moment, trying to remember everything.]

"What have you told Nille?" [Your gaze drifts to the side, letting out a heavy sigh and taking a moment to speak.]

"Damn near everything..."

"Everything?!"

"... She knows I was you, and what I went through, and in turn what you went through. Sorry for telling your secret, it's not exactly easy to only tell my own."

"Th-That's okay!... Wow..." [They look absolutely dumbfounded by this bombshell.]

"I'm just as surprised as you are, I didn't expect to be spilling my guts about that ever, let alone to someone I've only known for such a short time."

"She really is special like that, huh?" [They ask with a bright smile.]

"She really is..."

[There's a knock at the door before it starts to peek open.]

"Hey! Sif, Vale, we're back!" [The Fighter calls in cautiously, taking a moment to open the door as to not interrupt so suddenly. You visibly tense up as they arrive, taking a deep breath or two to try and still your nerves.]

"Ack-Hey!" [He shouts as the Kid squirrels their way between him and the door, rushing up to Stardust.]

"FRIN FRIN FRIN! WE FOUND NILLE! NILLE'S HEEEEEERE! THE STAR WOOORKED!" [They yell at the top of their lungs in excitement, practically jumping on him and trying to tug him towards the door.]

"I heard! Hold on Bonbon!" [They protested in vain while the Kid kept pulling them towards the entrance. The rest of the party spilling inside, along with Nille.]

[Stardust finally gives in, letting themself be dragged along, giving a little wave hello to Nille before she suddenly envelops him in a massive, tight, warm hug... You look away as you feel your face heat up a tad. Please tell me that didn't make us jealous...]

"Thank you so much for what you did for Bonnie!"

"Agh! C-Can't... Breathe!" [You peek back over as she loosens her grip, still holding them close.]

"Sorry! Sorry. Just... Truly, thank you... thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if anything had happened to them."

"Yeah, of course..." [The look on their face says it all, they'd do it again a thousand times, without any hesitation. But no one wants to say that around the Kid.]

"What was that star anyhow?"

"You can thank our well dressed friend here for that!" [Nille proclaims, gesturing to you. You force a light smile.]

"I made a little wish, a gift from the universe… It seems it's not quite out to get us all the time after all." [The researcher continues to examine you curiously, it's incredibly unnerving. Stardust seems to take notice.]

"Odile, please let Vale relax at least before you interrogate them with your piercing stares." [They comment with a playful chuckle.]

"Ah, my apologies. You have me curious about a great many things, Vale, but that can wait til later." [Why did that feel like a threat? You do your best to shake that off, letting it be a problem for later.]

"Yes, well, I'm sure it's been a long day for all of us. Why don't I go figure out where I'll be staying for the evening and you all can get acquainted properly!"

"You're not staying with us?" [The Housemaiden chimes in.]

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly impose!"

"But we've got plenty of room here! As long as someone doesn't mind taking the couch!" [She continues her insufferable insistence.]

"P-Please, I really couldn't interrupt just a lovely reunion like tha-"

"Vay, you're staying and that's final~." [Nille says plainly, as if it were a simply fact of the universe. You think for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh.]

"Fine… But I'll be taking the couch, I won't let anyone else suffer it for my benefit."

"Deal!" [The Housemaiden finally agrees, why must they all be so insufferably kind… You glance back over at Stardust. He has a bright smile plastered on his face, so glad you'll be staying. You let out another sigh, still so unsure about all of this. At this point, you've made your bed, somewhat literally, and now you must sleep in it.]

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[You lie on the couch, blanket over you, forearm resting over your head, the other over your chest. You stare blankly at the ceiling while sleep eludes you, not that you expected it to come easy this night. With everything going on it would simply be a miracle to get a wink of sleep that night.]

[You perk up as you hear a door open, a stifled cry, and footsteps down the hall. You peek over the couch to find Nille leaving the hallway, wiping the tears from her eyes and heading over to you quickly.]

"Nille?! What's wrong, why are y-" [You begin to ask before you're suddenly enveloped in an incredibly tight hug. You blink in confusion, but slowly bring your arms up to wrap around her as well.]

"Sorry, sorry, just got emotional thinking about Bon and... Thank you so crabbing much for protecting them..."

"What? But... that was Stardust, not me."

"You mean the one who used to be?" [She asked like the point wasn't even worth refuting, slowly bringing a hand up to move the hair out of your face and behind your ear. She then rests it on your cheek, looking into your eyes. Her rough, calloused hands still managing to hold your face so gently.]

"I always wanted to ask about your eyes being different colors... I noticed you were blind in one a while ago but didn't want to bring it up... You lost it for Bonnie, didn't you?"

"... That... That was Stardust, I can't take credit for it..."

"Vale... That happened before your wishes, right? And your eye is still affected. That means it happened, and you saved them. So thank you. Thank you for making sure me and Bon got to see each other again..."

[You look away, you still don't feel deserving of the thanks. Even if it was technically you back then, that's not you anymore. Would we even make the same choice?... Would we be strong enough to do so?]

"Well, I just had to get that out of my system." [She explains, sniffling and wiping her eyes again, trying to get a hold of herself.]

"I better get back before Bon wakes up... Thanks Vay, for everything, and for sticking around." [She says, her touch slowly leaving your form, in spite of your desperate, internal wish that it would stay... No... no we can't trap her, we can't trap anyone ever again... She heads back to her room, closing the door and leaving you to yourself once more. You simply stare at the ceiling again until the sun begins to beam through the window.]

[candyheartedchy]

HI CHY ^_^ sooo i'm planning on requesting my First Ever cameo from a one of my f/os' voice actors, and i am scared out of my gourd. so i was wondering, considering you've done it before, do you have any advice on how to go about it without being absolutely terrified 😭

Hey Kiera!! :D Funny you sent this because earlier today I was thinking about if I should get a cameo from Rob Paulsen or not 😂

And I would be happy to help because WAY back when I ordered a cameo from Dana Snyder, it took about a whole year of trying to prepare myself when I finally got the courage to send my request.

I’m not sure if you were talking about like how to create the order on the site/app or just the process of trying to decided on what you want the video to be and ordering it in general, so I’m going go with the thinking/feeling process behind getting a cameo.

They’ll have a few options to pick from as to what you want the cameo to be, like wanting a birthday shoutout or have them roast you or just having them say a few uplifting words of advice you want from them. For mine I went with pep talk because I felt it would be helpful for times when I’m feeling sad and hearing the voice of a character I enjoy would be comforting. I do regret though not putting down what I wanted the motivational pep talk to be about since I was nervous and couldn’t focus on the details, but Dana still knocked it out of the park and I still re-listen to it on days when I need a little pick me up. Now because the VA you’ll choose for the cameo voices a character that is your f/o, you might want the cameo to be more personal, so asking the VA like how would the character they voice react/say to someone asking them to wish them a happy birthday or how the character would give advice for a specific thing. That way you will hear your f/o’s voice talking to you. So the request would go something along the lines like “I would like [insert character they voice here] wishing me a happy birthday!” or “What would [character] say to someone who [whatever reason]?”

I would recommend looking at videos of others who’ve gotten cameos and see what the VAs are saying for folks in them and the requests they are being asked because most will read back the requests they are given before answering them.

The important thing to note is wait time and having the possibility of your order being cancel. The wait is HORRIBLE, not that it took a long time to get it, but the fact that you have to wait and you really wait until the last second will be VERY nerve-wracking and stressful. Some will have three days to fulfill a cameo while others will have like a week. And it’s mostly on how much time they have before the order can’t be completed in time. Don’t beat yourself up if right at the last minute the order gets canceled, just send a request again or wait a few days and then do it.

At the end of the day it’s really worth it. And I know all the stress of trying to figuring out what to request and the fear of embarrassing yourself are the main worries when it comes to getting a cameo, but remember to just focus on what type of request you feel is needed for you and taking a chance to see how it goes.

[freakymcnastys]

- i know it’s over

“oh mother i can feel the soil falling over my head.”

【☆】 carol peletier x reader (platonic)

【☆】 synopsis: after negans twisted version of eenie meenie miney mo you find yourself drowning in your own thoughts. trying to find someone to blame but once carol comes back to alexandria you feel yourself be able to breathe again.

【☆】 warnings: ANGSTTTT but yall probably know that already💀💀, mentions of death, details descriptions of glenns death, no spoiler warning because this show is from 2010, glenn was like an older brother figure

【☆】 note: i want carol to be my mom☹️☹️ so i had to write something with this baddie so enjoy and sorry?

AS THE DIRT AND SWEAT STUCK to your forehead and body you knew something bad was bound to happen. Again. You didn’t even want to look down because if you did you would see Abraham's body and head that was almost pulverized due to Negan's bat hitting him over and over again. You felt yourself crying and gasping for air but for some reason you weren't really...there. It felt like you were watching yourself from a different body.

"Woo we! He really just say 'suck my nuts'..! Look at this!" Negan smiled incredulously waving his bat around spewing blood on the other group members. You couldn't really tell how everyone else was taking this execution but Daryl lunging at Negan and taking a swing at him caused a chain of events that would live in everyone's minds for the rest of their lives.

"Daryl! No! That shit does not fly here!" His sudden change in character from theatrical to downright irritated within a matter of seconds. While his goons restrained Daryl to the floor Negan continued his speech to the rest of the group. "The first one was free and well I don't what lying assholes you've been dealing with but I'm a man of my word..." He lead on before turning on his heel. " So back to it!"

The splitting sound of Glenn's head clashing with Lucille made you clamp your dirtied, bloodied hands over your face. Maybe you could block it out and it wouldn't be real. Yet the sound of the bat and the overkill thumps still made it's way your ears. Even of you couldn't see it with your eyes the sound alone could involuntarily paint this picture in your head. Then Maggie's wailing for her husband made it feel so incredibly real.

“y/n? hey, hey?” It wasn’t until you felt someone lightly shove your shoulder that you came to. You looked up to see Aaron couching in front of you, speaking. “We’re going back to Alexandria, are you okay to go?” You hadn’t realized until now the blood that was all around and on you. Feeling something start to trickle down your face from your hairline you wiped it off now seeing the blood on your hands that covered your forehead with the aforementioned substance.

Something you vividly remembered was the look Aaron given you when you looked back at him. You could see the subtle panic in his face when he saw the blood on your face before he pulled the sleeve of his jacket to help wipe it off of you. There was another look though. Pity. Oh how much you hated it when people would give you that look.

Like when Glenn found you in the city earlier on in this apocalypse. Or Lori tried to ‘comfort’ you when you had to kill a survivor. You hated it. Yet for some strange reason as you subconsciously nodded and allowed yourself to follow Aaron, Rick and Carl back to Alexandria.

You found yourself missing you look of pity Glenn gave you all those years ago. You felt yourself missing all those times he would tell you house people who never tip him or when he had to deliver pizzas to these shady places around the city. It wasn’t until you were lying on your bed in Alexandria a few days after the incident that you actually started to process or rather overthink about with had happened.

Staring at the smooth ceiling of a home you would’ve never been able to afford prior to this apocalypse, you heard a knock on the door. You used to live with Carol ever since you got here mainly because it was kinda weird to live with Glenn and Maggie since they would be…getting it on most nights. You loved the two and thought of Glenn as your brother but living with Carol seemed like the better option. Plus you thought she was kind of badass and she could cook well (which was a bonus).

Ever since you lived with Carol you two got along pretty well, even if Abraham made comments saying other wise. Now that you were back in Alexandria you thought you would feel better but it feels wrong to be in bed (somewhat) comfortable while Glenn and Abraham were gone. Now you were staying with Rick and Carl since Rick thought it would be better if you were around people. You usually were spending your days rotting in your bed, helping Olivia with inventory or watching/ taking care of Judith. Days blurred and time just seemed to slow down.

The person on the other side of the knocked again, a little more impatient this time. "Come in.." You sighed out and sitting up, letting your legs hang from the side of the bed. “Hey…uh you doin okay?” Rick asked. It felt strange to have him check on you. Well not completely because he was the ‘leader’ of the group but out of all people you didn’t expect him. You could tell he still wasn’t fully recovered from what happened a few days ago but you couldn’t really blame him.

“Yeah Rick I’m fine just tired.” You huffed, running a hand through your hair. “Right…um Carl with be up later..okay..” Was all he said before awkwardly leaving, leaving the door cracked open. “Great.” You muttered as you now had to get up to fully close the door.

After closing the door, you laid back down to continue your staring contest with the ceiling. You felt time moving around you, just…without you. Until yet again your thoughts got interrupted by a knock. This time the person not bothering to wait for a response and opening the door.

“Hey uh Maria made spaghetti—if you want it.” He gestured to the plate in his hand, before setting it down on the dresser near the door. “Are you okay? Cause you haven’t been out of this room in days.” Carl asked, arms crossed and taking a seat next to you on the bed.

“Like I told your dad I’m fine just tired.” You repeated, turning over to have your back face him. “Yeah right. I’m not as oblivious as my dad is right now.” You rolled your eyes at that but obviously he didn’t see it. Carl sighed and continued talking. “Listen I get how your feeling just—“

“how.” You cut him off and sitting up. “how can you possibly understand how i feel right now. my broth—glenn died and now carol is no where to be found so Im just feeling kind of abandoned right now and..” Your own sobbing cut you off. It was the only noise heard in the room. “I’m sorry.” Carl said with a frown as he tried to reach out when you retracted. “No I—just leave, please.” It sounded almost like begging with made Carls frown deepen but he took the hint and still left quietly.

You don’t remember falling asleep but now waking up and seeing the birds by your window reminded you of the events of yesterday. “fuck.” Was all you said underneath your breath. You felt terrible for what you had said to Carl yesterday as he was just trying to help. And now you seem to be remembering that you had to do inventory for Olivia since he had been sick.

Getting dressed you moved to the upstairs bathroom but when you opened the door to see Carl brushing his teeth. “Sorry…” You awkwardly flashed a smile before he could respond you just went down the stairs to head to the pantry.

A few hours passed as you walked around since taking inventory had been quick and now you had nothing else to do. That’s until you heard a voice behind you. “Y/n?” you didn’t expect to see Carol when you turned but you needed it since when you saw her, you started sobbing again.

- love always, kat

[fangirl-in-general]

Hey there!! If you're new here, then welcome, I've started the process of writing a Garroth x Reader fic (later featuring Gene x Reader but Garroth is end game) I'm about to start on a master list so I don't have to keep reintroducing the series lol but here is the previous chapter. If you've already read the Prologue and pt1 then welcome back, if not then you should definitly check those out first!!

warnings for this chapter: Fem!Reader, slow burn

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An mcd!Garroth x reader series

Legendary Pt2

"I don't know Garroth, she's just been...renovating"

Garroth's head tilts at your words and you begin to chuckle before continuing. "She's actually pretty sweet. I've enjoyed her compony the past couple days. But yea she's literally just been...fixing stuff, largely unprompted too. She fixed the well, Dale hasn't drunkenly tumbled into it since. There's really nothing weird or suspicious to report. well...except her talking to herself sometimes...but it doesn't really interfere with anything, so I've just decided to ignore it." You give him an awkward smile and shrug, his silence all you need to know that he's looking at you like you grew five feet and sprinted into another dimension.

A smirk crept onto your face. "Should I fill out the report myself while you take time to process our new resident's activities?" Your words seemed to snap him out of it as he stuttered and began writing.

He pauses, glancing up. "What was it you said earlier about the house..." You almost cackle at the thought, this girl had quite the imagination...but at least she had the know-how to back that up and actually get things done, you needed that around here.

"The babe house, is what she called it."

"I see. You said she...brought someone over from the water village to live there?" You nod, and he continues writing. "So, we have a new villager to welcome I suppose."

"Donna! She's real sweet too, a bit of a firecracker, interesting accent though, I haven't heard one like it for...as long as I can remember" Garroth rolls his eyes at the VERY overused joke about your lack of memories from your past, but the slight chuckle is always enough for you to want to make the joke again.

You sit there twiddling your thumbs while he finishes his report, it's not that you need to stay but you know...just in case you think of something else that happens before he's done...and so you can sit with him for a while longer but that's just what friends do. His presence has always been so comforting, familiar when nothing else was, and he always says that it's relaxing to know you're with him, a guard always needs his back covered you suppose, and it's hard to keep watch while you're writing.

He glances up at you, a smile creeps onto your lips, and you turn to look out the widow as you wait. You've been best friends for so long it doesn't surprise you how naturally you welcome each other into your spaces, not to an indecent degree but it is rather...unusual you suppose. Come to think of it, there was never a time you weren't like that, you had been staying with Garroth when you first arrived you even tried to help as a guard before realizing how stir crazy you were with no memories of the world around you...but no matter how far you went, the memories you made, the people you met, your head and heart...your home... had always remained right here, in the hands of a man you'd never truly seen.

"That's done. Thank you for staying" He stands, tucking the book into a drawer before crossing the room to look at you. "It's always easier knowing you're here"

You smile again, he always had a way of making you smile even if you didn't want to. "Of course. There's not much else for me to do while I'm here." You look out the window and spy Aphmau having what seems to be a very interesting conversation with Zenix that mainly appears to be him talking at her while she listens confused.

Garroth chuckles at your remark, following your gaze. "She seems...good. I hope she makes a difference; we need it."

"She will"

Both of you are taken aback by the statement, you weren't quite sure why you said it, it was instinct. Garroth continues. "Well...I know better than to doubt your word." He turns back, you're unable to meet his gaze but under it you can feel your cheeks warming to a shade you pray he can't see through the slit in his helm.

The silence returns, comfortable as always and equally palpable. "Garroth..." A soft, low hum is heard in response. "I've been thinking. With the lord being...gone, and now there's new people coming into town...what if I stay? I can help as a guard, or even just mild security. You know I can fight, and we're going to need more patrols before long. What do you think?"

You hadn't realized that he was staring at you. The once comfortable air around you is gone and you're left overthinking the suggestion. You open your mouth to speak, and he finally responds. "You...you want to stay?" You nod and let out a slight laugh "But you hate being stuck here."

You chuckle again and shove him slightly. "Whatever, can a person not want to see the world? Plus, I could still travel when we need it, just not all the time anymore. Whatever past I have...I'm not gonna find it by aimlessly wandering. Right now, I need to be here, I can feel it." You cast your eyes to your boots in an attempt to alleviate your nerves. "And for the record, I've never been stuck here. It's always been home."

It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before you felt yourself being pulled in Garroth's staunch embrace. The shock was so consuming that you forgot to put your arms around him till he began to pull away, his grip tightened when you did. There are many words you'd use to describe your friend Garroth: strong, kind, loyal, helpful...physically affectionate didn't quite make the list, though you suppose that's two words, either way this was...unexpected.

A shiver tickled your spine as his embrace dropped slightly, his hands tracing ever so gently down your arms, as though releasing the touch completely might bring him some kind of pain...then he pulled away. It was so harsh and sudden he almost flew to the other side of the room. He looked out the window before speaking. "Yes. of course, you're always welcome. Whatever you'd like."

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"It's just so beautiful here, I love it! And I'm so glad I was able to find Donna and bring her. I hope I can help around here; I'd really love to watch this village grow." Aphmau had been giddily ranting about all of her days activities since you ran into her after leaving the guard quarters. It was nice though, to have someone so excited about something other than the latest crop Brendan planted or the massive number of sticks Zenix managed to break around the outskirts of town.

If you were to be honest however...you hadn't truly been listening. Her words, even the food in front of you began to drift from your attention. Your thoughts had been consumed by prior events. Garroth has been affectionate before: a hand on your arm, briefly holding your hand in his own, cupping your cheek to get a point across, even an embrace on a rare occasion, you were friends, that made sense...but...he had never...well, Garroth always took his gloves off when he wrote...he just happened to leave them off this time and...to put it bluntly, you'd never felt his skin before, his real touch...it was...

Irene...you're going insane...

"-and then I came across what Zenix called 'The Old Lord's house', and I found this journal-"

"Wait you what??" you snapped back to reality quicker than you would've liked but something about the words 'Zenix' 'Lord' and 'journal' all being strung together made you heart sink down to your gut. It felt urgent.

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The ruins weren't exactly where you'd expected to spend your evening but after talking for hours, Aph finally decided it was a good time to mention that she'd been knocked out and the journal was stolen so you decided it was worth checking out, after all you weren't technically a guard yet but wasn't it like...your civic duty? Plus, it got your mind off of Garroth.

Garroth...

You wondered if he left his gloves off on purpose...no that's silly. It's not even like anything happened. He just held you, and caressed your arms, and stared at you, and gave you butterflies as you kept remembering all the reasons he would never kiss you, your list coming to 'I haven't even seen his face' and 'he would have by now...right?'

Irene! Get this man out of your head for five minutes please!!

The ruins were bare as far as you could tell. You found the desk Aphmau had mentioned but other than that there was nothing, not even footprints. Just the ominous feeling of being watched.

A twig snaps in the tree line, you draw your sword. You make your way closer to the source of the noise, you haven't ever had formal guard training, you were just skilled with a sword and practiced with Zenix and Garroth from time to time, but your instincts were good for someone with no known combat experience.

You notice a woman with white hair hiding behind a tree about five yards away. You move to approach her, when you hear a noise behind you-

*WACK*

You were out cold.

Above you stood a figure you wouldn't have recognized even if you'd been conscious. The woman emerges from the darkness, her soft voice breaking the silence.

"That felt bit unnecessary." A glare from the figure was the only response given. "I'm just saying...there's no way she'd find anything, plus she's Zenix's 'sister', the one he talks about all the time. Even if she is the point of interest, she won't do anything soon, she doesn't even remember who she is." She begins to walk away.

The shadow turns after hearing the woman's statement, then looks back down at your unconscious form, bending down to grab your face and examine it closer. "Fascinating little thing..."

A quiet groan escapes the mysterious woman, she turns back. "Look, she's not the highest source of power here, if we want to know who or what he's after we have to keep looking...are you even listening?"

The figure stands still focused on you. "Watch it, don't try to give me orders, Sasha. Let's go. I'm going to keep an eye on her myself"

She rolls her eyes as the pair begins walking away. "Ok. Whatever Gene."

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The end!! of this chapter anyway. Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed cause we're just starting to get into the fun stuff I have planned!!! Bye!

[annab-nana]

Public kiss with Peter and the Avengers spying on them

they never leave peter alone and i think it's so funny. also this isn't very public, but it is very sneaky and spied on

warnings: not proofread, the avengers know no privacy when it comes to peter's love life

❀ masterlist ❀

if peter could choose one word to describe the avengers, it wouldn't be something most people would think of like valiant, strong, cooperative, or leaders. he would choose something more along the lines of invasive, nosy, or meddlers.

as soon as peter felt himself start to develop feelings for you, he did everything in his power to make sure that the team knew nothing of it. he would come to the compound after school, train, do his homework, eat, shower, go to bed, and then wake up to go to school and repeat the whole process again.

most weeks, peter stayed with his aunt may at least a couple times a week. that was his cover. if he was staying with may, he didn't feel the need to check over his shoulder when he was texting you. he didn't think he had to shut the door and talk quietly when on the phone with you. he could actually have you over at may's instead of always going to your place like he does when he stays at the compound.

he made one mistake though.

his spider-man mask wasn't properly tucked away as he normally had it and through the cracked-open door of his closet, one of the eyes of his mask could be seen from the outside. from where you were sitting on his bed, you couldn't see it. but it had a perfect view of peter.

"hey tony, you might want to look at this," steve called from down the hall at the compound. there was no urgency in steve's tone which piqued tony's interest and caught the attention of nat, bruce, and thor. the four followed steve to the control room where they directed their focus to the screen that bucky, sam, and wanda were staring at.

"it's just parker," nat commented flatly, "what the big deal?"

she watched the boy who nodded his head in response to someone else in the room with him before he threw his head back in laughter.

"that," sam emphasized, "is the big deal."

"who is he talking to?" thor inquired.

bruce added his input. "couldn’t it just be his aunt?"

"look at his eyes. look at his smile," wanda explained. "that is a boy in love."

bruce came back in with some logic. "but what if he's just talking to his aunt about a girl he likes?"

"i don't think may wears baby blue converse," tony stated while pointing to the shoes that were on the floor by peter. "and he has his shoes still on. those aren't his."

the group continued to watch the screen as if they were watching a dramatic soap opera on tv. they treated it like detectives on a case, making mental notes of all the details they were seeing so they could act on helping peter get the girl.

a few moments later, you walked past peter out of the room to use the bathroom. they couldn't get a good view of you. all they really saw was your legs.

"see?" tony told them when he saw the socks on your feet, "told you the shoes weren't his."

"i'm going to go get a snack," thor announced, "i'll be back."

for second, it looked like peter was looking right at them and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw peter's eyes widen and his hand reach out to shut the closet door. however, you came back into the room, so he stopped to look less suspicious.

when you sat back down on the bed, you didn't sit at the head of the bed as you did earlier. no, you chose to sit on the end of the bed closer to peter. you leaned forward and reached down to point at the textbook in peter's lap, looking like you were asking him a question about whatever you two were working on.

"i wish we could hear them," sam spoke lowly with his eyes directly on the screen, waiting for something to happen.

"i think he has the mask stuffed in his bag or something because the audio is muffled. all we’ve got that’s good is the visual," steve shared.

tony tsked. "the kid needs to take better care of his suit. he's going to mess it up at some po-"

"shh," wanda commanded before pointing at the screen. "look."

when peter turned his head to answer the question you had asked him, the distance between you and him seemed to be so much smaller than it was before. peter noticed it. you noticed it. the avengers noticed it.

though they couldn't see it, your eyes dropped from peter's to his lips. you must've asked him something too because he nodded and you crashed your lips onto his.

like a group of fans watching their favorite team score, the group of avengers erupted into cheers, hugging each other like this was one of the biggest accomplishments of their lives. they cheered louder when peter pushed the book off his lap and pulled you into the free space he now had there.

"what?!" thor shouted when he opened the door in a rush. "what did i miss?"

"they're kissing!" tony exclaimed. "my boy is growing up."

"man," the god pouted, "i miss everything cool."

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Cinnamon — Strollonso (4) (prev)

Later that day, Lance sat on a bench in the courtyard, head tilted back to catch the last rays of the afternoon sun. His mind drifted to the morning he spent with Fernando — their whispered words, the stolen kisses, the feeling of being completely seen and loved.

He could still feel Fernando's hand in his hair, the soft press of lips to his cheek, and it left a lingering warmth in his chest. It was funny, being so obsessed with a boy that he felt like a little schoolgirl.

"Lance?"

He blinked, lowering his gaze to see Bianca standing in front of him, her hands nervously twisting the strap of her bag. Her cheeks were pink, and she bit her lip, hesitating before taking a seat next to him.

"Hey," Lance greeted, offering a small smile. He could see the tension in her posture, the way her gaze flickered nervously toward him.

"Can we talk?" she asked softly, her voice uncertain.

"Of course." He turned to face her fully, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What's up?"

Bianca shifted, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I… I just wanted to apologize for earlier. For putting you on the spot in front of everyone."

Lance shook his head. "You don’t need to apologize. I should’ve been more clear from the start."

She nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "It’s just… I thought we had something. I’ve liked you for a long time, Lance."

His chest tightened with guilt. "Bianca, you’re great. Really. But I’m… I’m seeing someone."

Her eyes widened, and she quickly covered her surprise with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Oh."

"I didn’t want to hurt you," Lance said gently. "But I can’t be with you. I’m sorry."

Bianca nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to her hands. "It’s okay. I mean, it sucks, but… I get it."

Lance relaxed a little, relieved that she seemed to take it well. But then, she looked up, her expression soft and hopeful.

"Are you sure it can’t be… a secret?" she asked quietly.

Lance blinked, caught completely off guard. "A secret?"

Bianca nodded, leaning in slightly. "I wouldn’t tell anyone. I just… I really like you, Lance. I don’t mind if no one knows."

His stomach twisted uncomfortably. "Bianca… I can’t do that."

"Why not?" she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper. "No one has to know. It can just be between us."

Lance shook his head firmly. "Because I’m not going to lie about who I’m with. And I’m not going to hurt him by pretending he doesn’t exist."

Bianca blinked in surprise. "Him?"

Lance froze, realizing what he had just said. But there was no point in backtracking now. He straightened his shoulders, meeting her gaze.

"Yeah. Him."

For a moment, Bianca just stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. Then, she gave a soft, almost bitter laugh.

"Wow. Okay. I wasn’t expecting that."

Lance sighed. "I’m sorry."

Bianca shook her head, standing up. "No, it’s fine. I just… I need some time to process."

"Take all the time you need," Lance said softly.

She gave him a small, sad smile before turning and walking away, leaving Lance alone with the weight of his words hanging in the air.

As he watched her go, his phone buzzed with a message.

Fernando:

How’s my boy?

Did you see Bustamante?

Lance sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Of course Fernando had seen. Nothing escaped him.

Lance:

I saw her. We talked.

A moment later, the dots indicating Fernando was typing appeared.

Fernando:

And?

Lance hesitated before replying.

Lance:

I told her I’m with someone.

The response came quickly.

Fernando:

Good. And did you make it clear that someone is me?

Lance couldn’t help but grin, shaking his head. Fernando couldn't be serious

Lance:

Oh, yeah

She knows I'm fucking our professor.

The typing dots appeared again, but this time Fernando took longer to reply.

Fernando:

I don’t want anyone thinking they have a chance with you.

Especially not someone like her.

Lance’s heart skipped a beat. He could hear the possessiveness in Fernando’s words, and instead of feeling suffocated by it, he felt safe. Wanted. Loved.

Lance:

You don’t have to worry, Nando.

I’m yours.

Only yours.

There was a brief pause before Fernando replied.

Fernando:

That’s right.

Come over tonight.

Lance bit his lip, glancing around. His dad had been watching him like a hawk ever since the argument the other night, and getting out wasn’t going to be easy.

Lance:

I’ll try. My dad’s been on me nonstop.

Fernando:

Try harder.

Lance laughed softly, shaking his head.

Lance:

Yes, sir.

Lance stood outside Fernando's house, phone in hand, tapping out a quick message to his dad.

Lance:

Heading to Jess’ place to study.

Be back later.

The lie made his heart race, but he knew it was the only way to buy himself some time without Lawrence breathing down his neck.

Seconds later, his phone buzzed.

Lawrence:

Be back by midnight.

And don’t be late.

Lance rolled his eyes before slipping his phone into his pocket and making his way to Fernando’s house. His heart pounded with anticipation. The risk made it all the more thrilling.

When Fernando opened the door, his expression softened immediately at the sight of Lance.

"Hey," Lance greeted, stepping inside. His eyes traced over Fernando’s casual attire — a fitted T-shirt and sweatpants — and he smiled. "You look comfortable."

Fernando chuckled, closing the door behind them. "I wanted to be comfortable for you."

They moved to the living room, where Fernando pulled Lance into his arms, holding him close. The warmth of Fernando’s embrace immediately put Lance at ease.

"I missed you," Lance murmured, pressing his face into Fernando’s chest.

"I missed you too," Fernando whispered, his fingers gently threading through Lance’s hair. "Even though I was just in you earlier."

They stood there for a while, simply holding each other, soaking in the quiet moment. The world outside didn’t matter. It was just the two of them.

Fernando pulled back slightly, cupping Lance’s cheek. "Are you okay?"

Lance nodded. "I am now."

Fernando leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s lips. It was slow, deliberate, filled with tenderness. Lance melted into it, his arms wrapping around Fernando’s neck, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in sync, and Lance sighed into Fernando’s touch. His hands wandered, tracing the curve of Fernando’s shoulders, the planes of his chest.

Fernando’s hands slipped to Lance’s waist, fingers brushing under his shirt, touching the warm skin beneath. Lance shivered at the contact, leaning further into Fernando’s touch.

"You taste like trouble," Fernando murmured against Lance’s lips, making him smile.

"Oh, so you've kissed other troublesome students before?"

Fernando chuckled, his hands sliding up Lance’s back. "I'm too picky for that."

They stumbled toward the couch, lips never parting, falling into the cushions in a tangle of limbs. Lance straddled Fernando’s lap, their kisses growing more heated, more urgent.

Fernando’s hands gripped Lance’s hips, steadying him as Lance’s fingers tangled in his hair.

"I want you," Lance whispered breathlessly.

"Patience," Fernando replied, kissing him again, softer this time. His lips curved into a teasing smile as he pulled back slightly. "What should I make you for dinner, sweetie?"

Lance blinked, his mind still fogged from the kiss. "Dinner?"

Fernando chuckled, brushing his thumb over Lance’s flushed cheek. "Yes, dinner. You didn’t think I’d let you skip a meal, did you?"

Lance huffed, a playful pout on his lips. "You’re really going to make me wait?"

Fernando pressed another kiss to the corner of Lance’s mouth, his voice low and affectionate. "Good things take time, cariño."

Lance sighed dramatically but slid off Fernando’s lap, letting himself be guided to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, watching as Fernando moved around with practiced ease, pulling out ingredients.

"What're you making?" Lance asked, resting his chin on his hands, his eyes following every movement Fernando made.

"Something simple," Fernando replied, glancing over his shoulder with a soft smile. "Pasta, maybe. You’ve had a long day — you need food."

Lance grinned. "You’re too good to me."

Fernando shook his head, setting a pot on the stove. "No such thing."

They chatted quietly as Fernando cooked, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the kitchen. Lance couldn’t take his eyes off him — the way Fernando’s brow furrowed in concentration, the way his hands moved with confidence.

When dinner was ready, they sat at the table, their knees brushing beneath it. Lance twirled his fork through the pasta, glancing up at Fernando with a shy smile.

"This feels normal," Lance said softly. "Like… like it’s what we’re supposed to be doing."

Fernando reached across the table, taking Lance’s hand in his. "It is what we’re supposed to be doing."

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the tension from earlier replaced by a quiet intimacy.

After dinner, they cleaned up together, and when the kitchen was spotless, Fernando took Lance’s hand, pulling him back toward the living room.

"Now," Fernando murmured, his voice dropping into a more serious tone, "I believe you said you wanted me?"

Lance’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. "Yeah… I did."

Fernando smirked, pulling Lance closer. "Good. Because I want you too."

Their lips met again, this time with more urgency. Fernando backed Lance toward the couch, guiding him down gently. The teasing was over. Now, it was about giving in — about letting themselves fall deeper into each other.

"Patience, huh?" Lance teased as he pulled Fernando down on top of him.

Fernando smiled against his lips. "Sometimes even I can’t wait."

(Next)

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Ambiguously queer Mike. . .no matter how you look at it, the boy isn't straight. . . and a moment with his older sister. And yes, bisexuals experience comphet, too.

Mike, who thought for most of his life that he didn't like girls. . .that maybe it was just boys for him. . . Until El came into his life. He never felt this way before about a girl. . .all he wanted to do was play D&D, and then Will went missing. . . Then she came into his life. He thought for a moment that he was trying to force himself to like her, and then he knew when he kissed her, when she disappeared before his eyes that it meant something. He spent months, days, doubting himself, but he knew that she wasn't dead, and the minute she walked back into his life again, his feelings for her were real.

Over the course of their relationship, he struggled with his feelings. He doubted himself time and time again. No, he likes boys. . .he likes girls. Was he trying to force himself to be someone he wasn't because society taught him that someone like him can't have it all? He was afraid of hurting El, of not being goof enough, and one day, she'd end up as miserable as his mother currently was. He wanted to say it. . .he wanted to say he loved her, but what if he didn't mean it? What if his feelings for her weren't real?

He knew they were real when Will gave him the encouragement. . .Will. Mike wasn't totally obvious. He knew Will was lying about the painting because of the letter that El had sent him. Will was doing a painting for someone he likes. Mike swallowed. Will had put his own feelings aside to make his a priority. That's such a Will thing to do. Mike would be a liar if he said he hadn't felt anything. It would be hard not to with it being Will fucking Byers. Then there's El. And Will. El. Will. El. Will. El. . .

"Goddamnit," Mike muttered.

He crawled under his covers and threw them over his head. He wasn't going to come out until he made a decision, and the apocalypse was over. The image of him breaking up with El popped into his head and her crying. . .

"Oh, I'm going to throw up. Yeah, I'm definitely going to throw up," Mike said and grabbed his trash can, pulling it underneath the covers.

There came a knock on his door, and it opened. Mike rolled his eyes. Why bother knocking if you were just going to come in anyway?

"Mike? Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?" Mike asked.

"Well, I heard you yell earlier, and now you're wearing a blanket over your head," Nancy said.

"Maybe you're wearing a blanket over your head," Mike said.

"That doesn't even make sense," Nancy said.

He felt her sit on the bed, and the moment later, she was yanking the blanket away from his head.

"Hey! I was safe under there!" Mike exclaimed.

"From what?" Nancy asked.

"Feelings," Mike said and buried his head under his pillow, but Nancy quickly took that, too. "Hey!"

"What feelings are you having?" Nancy asked, holding his pillows hostage.

"I don't know!" Mike yelled and sat up, sighing. "You know, when I first met El, I thought she was a boy. I couldn't help thinking, 'Wow, he's so pretty', but it turns out she was a girl. Even knowing that, I still thought she was pretty. . .I love El, I fell so hard and fast for her, but I'm also afraid that the feelings might not be real. . .I mean, what if they're just because society wants me to like a woman? If she hadn't come into my life, I think it would have been Will, but then again, if she hadn't come into my life, Will still would be in the Upside Down. I think I love Will, too, but also, when I think about breaking up with El, I want to vomit."

"Wow. . .uh, that's a lot to process," Nancy said, blinking at him.

"Take your time," Mike said.

"Well, I think it's possible that you might like boys and I can't tell you how I know this, but you can like boys and girls," Nancy said.

"You can?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, and for some people, it takes time for them to accept that. So whatever you decide, I'll support you, but you know, you also don't have to figure it out right now or feel like you have to make a decision," Nancy said.

"We could die at any moment, Nancy," Mike said.

"That's true every single day without all of this bullshit. You can't let that pressure you," Nancy said.

"Why didn't you tell me about the whole liking boys and girls, thing?" Mike asked.

"I wasn't aware you were struggling with this or otherwise I would have I come to you sooner with this. . .although I just found out about this myself," Nancy said.

"From who?" Mike asked.

"You know I can't tell you that," Nancy said. "It's not my secret to tell."

Mike smiled and rolled his eyes. It wasn't hard to narrow down who she was talking about. She only ever spent time with Jonathan, especially since he came back from California. Although, now she was hanging out with Jonathan, Steve, Argyle, and Robin. It could be any one of them. Mike shook his head. He had his own sexuality to worry about. Plus, it didn't feel very nice to speculate about someone else's when Nancy told him it wasn't her secret to tell.

"I just - I don't know what I want," Mike said.

Nancy lay next to her brother on the bed, clutching his pillows.

"Well, that's fine, too," Nancy said. "I wish I had given myself more time before I made a decision. I just jumped right in because I knew immediately what I wanted in that moment. . .even more recently. I'm happy about my decision. Not everyone knows what they want, and even now, I still have some doubts. . .although, I know I've never really cared myself about what was on the outside."

"What about Will and El?" Mike asked.

"Well, if you talk to them and they love you, then they'll understand that you need some time," Nancy said.

"Thanks, Nancy," Mike said. "We should talk like this more often. . .why don't we?"

"Because our family is emotionally stunted," Nancy said.

"I think the one stunted here is you," Mike said.

"Excuse me?! It's not my fault you're a giant freak," Nancy laughed.

She hit him with his pillow. Mike glared at her and hit him with his other pillow. They laughed as they engaged in an all-out pillow fight. Mike might not have figured it all out, but thanks to Nancy, he did feel a lot lighter. He'd have time even if he had to make it.