#i mean don't get me wrong i had fun. i cried a bit. screamed definitely.

[smithsparker]

wait . thats it ??

[gloryofluv]

Outfoxed: A Not So Happy Accident

I was going to create a headcanon for this prompt. However, it sounds waaaaay too much fun not to write as a fic. So, as per usual, Rena decided she was going to make herself known and now demands an introduction to her story.

F!MC x Multi

Rated: Mature

Summary: Rena was evaluating her place. Not among demons, or angels, or even magic. No, she was evaluating her place with herself. How not to be helpless for a human in a Devildom that never seemed to just have one regular day.

So, on her path to such a journey of self-discovery, she entrusted the neighborhood ancient sorcerer. (BTW He hates it when you call him ancient and Rena does to get a rise out of him!) How does one simple thing as evaluating her demon pacts cause this mess?

She's now... well, she's now a demon. Who knows how long? Who even knows why??? Well, this was going to be something her and Solomon work on. On top of all the newness of being a demon and learning that rules definitely don't stay the same despite your species or the temporary state of affairs.

The Incident:

Through the course of time through the Devildom, there was really no other human as reliable as Solomon. The sorcerer may have been an odd one, but he certainly knew magic. The pair were sitting in his room just as it was, every other Saturday.

Today was vital for Rena mostly due to the fact that Solomon was going to do some experiments with her demonic pacts. This was quite a bit of trust she was placing on the sorcerer—a milestone for her.

The woman shifted and scratched her nails through her auburn hair before twirling a lengthy lock around her fingertips while reading. It seemed quite intricate what he wanted to do. Testing the actual property of how attuned her pacts were with her magic.

“It’s all a process, I assure you,” Solomon hummed as he slowly stirred a spoon in the small cauldron.

“Sol, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” she murmured.

“But you don’t,” Solomon sighed. “I promise this won’t hurt you. We can’t get into the actual foundation of ritualistic magic if you don’t understand the capacity for your pacts.”

Rena shifted in her yoga pants and pulled down her green t-shirt before sighing. “No, I get that part. I understand the fundamentals of what the incantation is. I also see that it requires the subject to be completely willing. What happens if I don’t know if I am?”

Solomon twitched his nose as his ashen eyes met her form. “Are you? Rena, this is important. If you have any doubts, we shouldn’t do this. I’ve been instructing you for the entire week on what this experiment will do.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m one-hundred percent consenting to this,” Rena voiced with a single nod.

“You’re not just doing this to appease me, are you?” He questioned and set down the spoon on the table.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Excellent, then there’s no problem,” Solomon smiled and pointed to the chair. “Bring the book; the mixture is ready. Remember, it will help enlighten the passive magic from the pacts. You told the brothers about a possible tingle, correct?”

She scooped up the volume and agreed. “I also let them know that it’s just me tapping into that magic. A check-up.”

“Perfect,” he murmured and grabbed the ladle.

Rena ran her hands over her neck as she sat down. The book was peeled open to the page, and Solomon was scooping the solution into a goblet. Why a goblet? Why couldn’t the sorcerer use an ordinary glass? Magic was always so ancient, and it made the young woman’s lip curl as she observed. Such an old and foreign concept that was endearing after his several years of life.

Solomon tilted his head and offered it to her. “What has you amused?”

“You, Sol. You always amuse me,” she replied before taking the silver to her lips.

It tasted like rancid mugwort with a shot of whiskey. The liquid heated over Rena’s tongue and slid down her throat with a bite she wasn’t prepared for. The coughing that followed the serving of this solution didn’t startle the sorcerer, nor did he invade her space. All Solomon did was offer a glass of water.

Rena gulped it down and released a groan while scrunching her nose. “Why can’t we ever drink a cocktail or an ale? Why does it always taste like something similar to sewage?”

“Well, I never claimed anything I brew tastes wonderful, Rena,” he chuckled and thumbed the pages in front of her. “We should begin immediately.”

She breathed in and rolled her neck. “Okay.”

Solomon took his thumb and spoke the incantation before pressing it to her forehead. The tingling through her fingers and toes was as he described—even the quickening of her heartbeat as it pattered in her chest. However, there was something else that he didn’t note.

A sharp tug at her navel made her feel nauseous and caused the muscles in Rena’s abdomen to twitch. She started to count backward from one-hundred as a way to cope with the discomfort, but the longer she attempted to ignore it, the sharper it became.

She wanted to stop. This didn’t feel right. This wasn’t what he told her. Rena lost her tranquil concentration as Solomon finished the incantation. His finger pulled from her skin right before the woman launched to the ground and stifled a sound that neared agony.

“Rena, what’s wrong,” Solomon huffed as he slid to the floor next to her.

Her mouth and fingertips felt on fire as her breath caught in her throat. “I’m burning,” she cried as tears welled in her eyes.

“What?” he snapped. “Everything was accurate. What do you mean? Rena, tell me what’s hurting!”

She howled and raised to her knees, running her hands over her face. Her whole body felt like it was boiling in a giant vat of oil. “Solomon!” she screamed and saw white race through her eyes.

Just for the record. One does not simply grow extra limbs or oddities in a snap. It’s a horrible process of your magical composition changing, and those oddities in question come from inside to the surface. Horns. A shift in ears. A tail. It all has to grow from somewhere.

Clothing tears, whether that be from the subject or the growths. The skin bleeds from the oddities. The restructuring of one form to another is a difficult and painful process, but once it’s done, the person in question flops to the ground unceremoniously. Rena had this experience first hand and wouldn’t wish it on her most loathsome enemy.

“Fuck,” she hissed through panting and tears.

“Solomon, oh my, what happened?” Simeon’s voice entered the room.

“I, honestly, Simeon, it was. I don’t know how this could have happened!” Solomon’s voice sounded coarse and the furthest away from his usual calm demeanor.

A cool hand touched her bare back. “Rena, are you alright?”

She caught her breath and dug her sharp nails into the wooden floor. “I think, I need water,” she croaked.

Shuffling and then the hand traveled to her shoulder. “Let’s get you sat up, but be careful.”

Be careful? Rena was assisted in sitting and winced. Her eyes felt sensitive to the light in the room. It seemed so dim earlier, but now everything glared with color. “What happened?”

Solomon offered her the glass and scowled. “Rena, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t fully comprehend what caused it.”

She brought the glass to her lips, and something tickled her leg, causing her to jump. A matted pillow? Rena reached out and tugged the item, causing a sharp pain to run up her spine. The glass fell from her hand and splashed water everywhere near her.

“What the,” she huffed, and the matted pillow flicked and curled over her lap. “I have a fucking tail!” she cried.

Simeon ducked down, and his brow was tight. “Yes, you do. You also have a new set of sensitive ears, so don’t hurt them quite yet,” he murmured.

She narrowed her eyes and snarled at Solomon. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed and gestured to her. “I explained everything to the fullest this week. This was supposed to be routine. It wasn’t supposed to turn you into…” he trailed off.

Rena jolted from her seat on the floor and paced over to the mirror he had on the wall. Oh, for the love of fucking demons… “I’m a,” she breathed as her breath became shallow.

“A fox,” Simeon sighed.

“A demon,” Solomon corrected him. “She is a demon.”

Rena wiped the blood from her forehead and scowled. The horns curled sweetly in a small curve around her eyes. The large matted ears. Lifting her sweat-coated hair, she noted her human-like ears were missing. How the hell was she going to explain this to anyone .

“Lucifer, we have a bit of a situation,” Simeon’s voice bounced in the room. “Solomon and I are bringing Rena home immediately, and I suggest you meet us there.”

“This is temporary, right?” Rena asked.

Solomon appeared behind her reflection. “I think so? I have to do some research on how this was even possible.”

Rena grimaced and scrubbed her sensitive eyes. “This is going to be a shitshow.”

“Likely, but let’s just hope Lucifer doesn’t flay me before I find a cure to your new conflict.”

“Hopefully,” Rena grumbled and covered her bra with folded arms. “Can you help me get some clothing? I don’t really want to walk around like this.”

Simeon cleared his throat. “I have a sweater that might cover the tear in your leggings as well as keep you modest, Rena. I’ll be right back, and we’ll leave.”

Solomon turned Rena toward him and took a cool cloth to her face, wiping away the clotted blood. “I will work tirelessly on this, I promise.”

“I know, Sol,” she sighed.

So. She was a demon for however long. What the fuck was that going to be like? How the hell was she going to cope with this new experience? One thing was positive; Lucifer was going to be furious. Great.

[tricewithaz]

THOTS ON SHADOW AND BONE

Hello everyone! it is I, Trice, and i come with my thoughts on the Shadow and Bone show cause ive got many

I'm gonna divide this in what i liked, what i disliked, and what i think could have been better but didn't really bother me. Feel free to send your opinions too!

As a whole, I really liked the show and I think it's a great adaptation that both fans and newcomers will enjoy. It's super well done! and every episode had me glued to the tv even though I knew what was going to happen.

Beware this is long

To start,

What i liked

Mal and Alina

I never really liked Mal in the books, mainly cause he had like, nothing going on for him, and not having his pov made him no favors whatsoever. Alina's perception of him was everychanging, two factors that didn't make him unlikeable necessarily, but that made me not want to read about him. In the show he's way more likeable and even though he still doesn't have a lot going on for him, you can see that he's always trying to protect alina, and you also see a bit of his demeanor through Archie's acting. I think he made a great job at portraying him. And Alina! Alina who in the books was essentially a y/n sort of character (although she did get better over time), her character, likes, dislikes, her DRIVE was incredibly portrayed in the show. Also Jessie (loml, marry me) and Archie have incredible chemistry together and they sold their yearning SO WELL (and so did the kid actors portraying them as children oh my GOD)...yall...i cried when they held hands. My favourite scene was definitely when Alina took care of Mal's wounds (a favorite trope of mine). And the HURT in their eyes whenever they thought the other was in danger....i saw the show dubbed but I'm sure their voices made it beyond incredible as well, their face acting was just on. point. Overall the show rEALLY makes me root for them both individually and together which is something the books didn't manage to do.

The Darkling

AAAAA i really enjoyed the Darkling omg, incredible charisma, Ben does such a great job (and so did his voice actor in Spanish oh my GOD). His acting was just as I imagined it in the books and i loved how he could be as sweet and mysterious as he could be menacing. In fact! i liked him more than i did in the book, and i think it was a great choice to make him more human. I'm not sure if this was Ben or the writing, but i could really see his yearning for an equal, for Alina, his loneliness and his thirst for power and control too. Great love interest, even greater villain. And his wardrobe was phenomenal. I also really liked how they implied that The Darkling was a name given by other people, it was very believable that people would call someone who literally controls shade something akin to "son of the dark" or something of the sort, instead of it being a name he gives himself or his job title (both if which are incredibly pathetic and cringy to think about).

Jesper

No comments. He was just great. I love Kit.

Nina

Omg Danielle did SUCH a great job at portraying Nina, it's exactly how i imagined her in Six of Crows.

Helnik

THE. YEARNING. THE. CHEMISTRY. I didn't love their scenes at the boat but once that was over I was practically screaming at the screen to jUST KISS ALREADY. Calahan and Daniell have such good chemistry together and the few changes they made only served the story better. I did wish they had development over more time cause Matthias' change of mind felt too quick, but i get why they had to rush. Because of how good their chemistry was, their fallout also was incredibly painful.

Inej's fear of the Menagerie and her morals

Amita's portrayal of Inej's hurt, devotion and her refusal to kill (and later hurt cause she has killed) is incredibly subtle but so SO effective. She's so talented really and truly sold Inej's feelings throughout the show.

VFX

Man.....the fold, the volcra, the grisha powers.....kudos to the animators and overall artistic team cause they were incredible. Also seeing the different title animations in each episode was such a tiny detail that made me so excited and they all looked so good.

Ketterdam

Again, kudos to the artistic team, everything about Ketterdam felt so alive (and weirdly moist), truly sold a kind of aesthetic and life that is so characteristic if the Barrel, even when i didn't imagine it that way in the books.

David

He appeared like, twice, and both times were so cute and charming I can't wait to see more of him both on his own and with Genya.

The Wardrobe

So, at first i hated the keftas. I thought the looked tacky and costume, but when you see them on screen they're just perfect (although i have to say the patterns on some of the keftas were kind of...cheap looking? and the training keftas were just kinda boring. My favourite was the Darkling's. Aside from that, i really liked Kaz's and inej's clothes too. Very distinctive and recognizable (although it was kind of weird seeing Inej in teal instead of purple lmao).

And the queen's dresses. Chefs kiss.

It's...so cheesy (affectionate)

The whole show felt like the kind of movies I would watch as a kid like Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean. The writing was stylized enough to make it incredibly dramatic and overall there was just so much heart behind all of it. Definetely a show to watch again and again and feel all of it, cause that's what it being so cheesy managed, to make me actually feel for it. It feels like something to watch on a rainy afternoon after a bad day....it's great okay i really enjoyed it, even (specially) the most unbelievable parts of it. And here's the thing, it's something that i think a lot of newer tv and film have lost, so this is good.

What i didn't like

Zoya

Mostly cause of the writing. Originally, in the first book, i didn't like her, neither as a character (stereotypical mean girl with no other motivation than to bang the love interests....all three of them....what's new i still think it's an incredibly sexist trope) or a person (hey at least this was intentional), but over time i grew to LOVE her (mean girl turns out to have a good heart and actually respects the mc and decides to fight alongside her cause it's what's right, without necessarily liking her or giving up her character??? AND she has strong motivations??? now THAT'S new). In the show, i hoped they would keep her mean girl nature while foreshadowing her depth, but all they did was turn her into a petty seductress with barely any screentime, and that only makes her not even a bad antagonist but just a boring character to watch. Not only that but they took away a big part of her character that needed to be developed in the next books. I wanted to watch her rivalry with Alina, her unjustified venomous tongue too, I wanted to be entertained by her and I wasn't. This was also a problem cause when she finally changed teams, and when she hugged Alina, it was incredibly unsatisfying, it would have had a way stronger effect if we had seen her being Ruthless Zoya with a big ambition. I also didn't like how we were told that she didn't like alina, or that she had a family, instead of it being shown on screen. Just from the show, all i can tell you about her is that she likes to bang people and she has a good moral code i guess. Yall, I'm so petty about this.

Kaz

So, I didn't hate him, in fact i think I would have enjoyed him if I hadn't read the books first, cause the two things that bother me about him were two essential characteristics of him in the books. FIrstly, he seems so strained, instead of the seemingly laid back, almost chill looking (even though we know he's not chill at all) Kaz we see in the books, the Kaz that always knows something that you don't. Show Kaz doesn't seem to always be in control, to always have the last word, the last laugh. Instead he seems strained, all the damn time. And I think this is mainly a writing and directing issue. And he also seems weak, something Book Kaz would never do. This is also an issue cause because he doesn't have the same presence he has in the books, the times where he is weak, don't seem as effective. Sure, Pekka Rollins has essentially reduced him and humiliated him, but I haven't seen enough of Kaz being actually dangerous for this to be shocking and for Pekka to seem even more hateable (and, i really liked Pekka, loved him as an antagonist more than i did in the books). Idk, Kaz was so charismatic and just fun and engaging to read in the books that his portrayal in the show felt lacking.

Alina's power's VFX

The little suns were cute and all but the light coming from within her was just ugly I'm sorry.

SFX

A lot of the sound design was just too stylized for the tone of the show i think. I particularly remember the sound of Mal's punches....what's that about.

What i think could have been better, but didn't particularly dislike

The Crows' storyline

And i think part of this is a consequence of Kaz not being as witty as he was in the books. Where's the incredibly complicated heist moves? the even more unbelievable C and D plans when something goes wrong? I didn't like that them getting Alina was essentially just luck, cause i didn't see enough of them being smart and quick on their feet. I also think it was unnecessary to have their storyline mixed with Alina's, i would have enjoyed watching a different heist, maybe in Ravka as well, and them incidentally crossing paths with Alina, more than i liked this storyline. ironically enough, the heist was the part i was least interested in

Genya and Alina

I just feel like her relationship with Alina wasn't strong enough, and i think it's because the show tried to make us believe they were much closer than they were without spending the necessary time in them.

Overall, I really really enjoyed the show, i will be watching it again (particularly cause i want to watch it in English) and i cannot wait for the second season omg (although i have to say, I'm scared for Nikolai)

I think that's all! I would also love to read yall's opinions and have a conversation.

[mrvdocks]

Redamancy

The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Steve Harrington. Residential popular boy until high school came and went. Now, he was actively clawing to stay relevant or at least, a ladies man.

Steve Harrington. Childhood crush since the sandbox incident in first grade. And perhaps you could throw unrequited love interest into the mix.

Maybe you should’ve read the signs that he wasn’t interested when you saw him and Robin at the mall. Or when he stopped hanging out with you after joining his “cool” gang. Or when he would try to not stare so much at you in algebra or across the room during lunch. You weren't sure about his feelings anymore. He always hid everything.

You didn’t mean to pine for him for so long. You knew you shouldn't have. But that chance encounter after Nancy broke up with him made you think you had some semblance of a chance. You didn’t want to be the rebound, but how your heart swelled when your eyes met his, your lips upturned in an easy smile. The party seemed to slow in front of you, bodies becoming blurry and your eyes only focusing on his figure coming to you.

If this was anything like the movies you’d seen and dreamed of, you hoped it would end with him confessing his mutual feelings for you and not him taking your face in his hands and kissing you sloppily. You could practically taste the spiked punch on his lips.

You pushed him off, staring at him in shock. He inches closer, his sweaty hands trying to bring you back to kiss you again but you refuse. “Steve?” You whisper to him.

He just stares at you, eyes flickering back and forth, you don't recognize the look. But something about it feels so innocent, so soft. It feels like he’s searching for something deep within you. You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “I’m not Nancy.”

He reeks of punch and hairspray. “I know that.” He manages out.

His hands come back, one hand resting at the nape of your neck, his fingers entangled in your hair. The other caresses your cheek. The feeling made you feel so warm, so loved. You were delighted in his gentle yet sloppy touch, internally screaming for more of the connection.

But you weren’t sure about him anymore, about the things he wanted. It seemed to be a shitty year for him.

Certainly, someone who made it their mission to get over you with cliques and drama didn’t deserve you.

But you were anything if not human in your possibly unrequited feelings.

“Steve.” You say again. You break out of the trance to step back. The moment was accompanied by sounds of loud teens and music, you shook your head again and darted for the door.

Steve mumbles out your name but it gets lost in the sea of screams and synths. You’re out the door by the time he searches for you in the crowd.

He can’t stop thinking about you at work. He stares at the chocolate chip flavor ice cream and thinks of how you dropped yours in the sandbox in the first grade. How he gave you his without a second thought. Robin thinks there’s something wrong with him. And it wasn’t just the pathetic attempts at trying to chat up customers. She said he looked - what’s that word again? Forlorn.

This whole time he thought he wanted Nancy back, but he couldn’t get you out of his head. He missed your laugh, the snorts that would follow. The way you smelled followed him and the way you looked at him that night at the party, the tears in your eyes, haunted him.

He regretted so much of his later high school experience. He regretted being such an asshole. What good did it bring if you were locked out of his life?

He sees you pass by on your way to work at the diner in the mall. He tries to bury his feelings by asking out the random girls he serves but every time he’s turned down it comes back full force.

“Whatever happened to that girl you liked?” Dustin asks from behind the binoculars.

“Which one?” Steve asks. There must’ve been so many Dustin was referring to.

“That one that you always talk about, likes the same "nerd stuff" I do? Pretty? Cool?”

“That’s not my type.” Steve dodges the question, but nonetheless has a clear image of you in his head.

“Oh yeah? What is your type again? Not cool?” Dustin deadpans.

Steve huffs. “Alright, time’s up, give me the binoculars.”

Dustin passes them, eager to get on with his Russian mission. Steve scans the area, he’s about to give up on this whole mission when he lands on the sign of the diner you work at. He can’t help but focus on you at the register, deep in conversation with another co-worker and bursting into laughter. A captivated smirk came onto his face.

“You should probably go talk to her. She’s definitely a step up from the girls from the shop - actually from all those girls you've been trying to ask out.” Dustin says.

Steve looks up from the binoculars. “What’re you talking about?”

Dustin laughs. “You’re so obvious. Whatever happened to not letting girls know that you care?”

Steve shrugs. Stupid advice anyways.

Steve tries to not think of you when everything goes downhill in a span of a few hours. If he died without having said anything to you, even so much as an apology, he thinks the guilt would’ve killed him instead.

“Have you.....ever been in love?” Robin’s raspy voice asks him.

They’re just coming down from their highs and sprawled out on the floors of the bathroom. The near-death experience had scared him shitless enough to rethink a lot of things.

“Yup. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.”

“Bullshit. She’s such a priss.”

He hums. “Turns out, not really.”

“Are you still in love with Nancy?”

“No.” He says, a little too quick.

Robin’s interest is piqued.  “Why not?”

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” He fiddles with the frayed ends of his uniform.

“There’s this girl, the one I like. It’s somebody that I.....kind of ignored in high school. I didn’t mean to but I just know Tommy H would’ve made fun of me. Or I wouldn’t have been prom king. It’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyway but when I think about it, this girl knows me. Inside and out. She always has. I should’ve been hanging out with her the whole time.”

He breathes out, hands shaking as he confesses what he’s bottled up for so long.

“First of all, she’s hilarious. She would have me in stitches all the time,” he chuckles. “She’s such a nerd, she likes Star Wars and math and books and things I made fun of. And she’s so smart. Probably much smarter than me. What do you think?”

“Of?”

“The girl.”

“She sounds awesome.”

“Yeah,” he nods solemnly. “And what about the guy?”

“I think there is something seriously wrong with him. To have something real right in front of him and leave it for something so fake.”

“Yeah, I’m an idiot.” He whispers.

“Have you told her? How you feel?”

Steve shakes his head. “I feel like all the bad I’ve done to her...I just deserve the rejection at this point.”

“You never know until you try. Maybe she feels the same.”

“Yeah maybe.” He concludes.

He didn’t think he’d survive the Russians but he does. With one evil defeated, he thinks the worst is over. And it would’ve been until Billy showed up.

The kids are ready for him, shaky, but on guard. Steve can see Billy’s figure illuminated under the neon mall lights and his heart drops when he sees what he’s carrying.

You’re in Billy’s arms, unconscious and beat up but hopefully still alive. Still dressed in your diner uniform, Billy had snatched you up close to after hours and was planning on putting you to good use. He’d laid you down close by but still far from everyone’s reach.

Everyone’s eyes widened when they realized who he had. They hadn’t planned for this. Heather had gone long ago and if Billy’s plan was for you to become the next Heather, then you were in very dangerous territory.

“That can’t be-” Dustin asks but he’s interrupted by Steve.

“That’s it.” He grits. His knuckles are white and he feels the adrenaline rush through him. Nancy glances at him. The sheer determination is what she saw but the fear is what drove him. She signaled El.

The kids alter their plan to distract Billy so Steve has a shot at pulling you away from the danger. If the Mind Flayer gets anywhere near you, you’re as good as dead.

El gets the Mind Flayer going, letting it try its luck at her. She’s got Billy right where she needs him when she gives Steve the signal.

Steve’s never run so fast in his life. He only gets angrier at the eldritch terror as he comes closer to your body, bloody knicks marking your cherubic face, and a bleeding side wound. You clearly put up a fight.

“No, no, no, no.” He utters in shock, lifting your upper body and supporting your neck with his left arm. His hand grabs at your cheeks, shaking you to gain some response.

“Hey! Come on, wake up! Please.” He cries. When he gets no response he brings you up to his chest, hugging you as tight as he can.

The smell he remembers is there but coated in dirt and slime and blood. He’s horrified. He can’t close his eyes for fear that you’ll pass.

“Not you. Please not you. Come on, wake up.” He rocks you back and forth.  “You can’t leave me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. About everything. I'll do anything please, wake up."

He feels you stir under him just then, wincing in pain and moving as slowly as your body would let you.

“Steve?” You mumble his name incoherently.

It’s a miracle he hears it among the commotion in the background. You feel the stinging pain in your side and your hand shoots up to touch it.

“Hey, hey, no. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it reassuringly.

He’s thankful, so thankful that whatever being there was beyond the Mind Flayer let you come back to him.

“Am I going to die here?" You cry, unable to move without feeling white-hot pain throughout your body.

“No, okay? Just stay with me."

“Steve.” You groan. Your eyes feel so heavy, but he urges you to stay awake. It just feels impossible.

“No hey, we don’t have to talk right now. Okay? Stay with me, please. When this is all over I’ll take you on a hundred dates. You can yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want but stay with me.” He pleads.

A roar startles you both, and upon seeing the Mind Flayer charge to reap its pound of flesh, Steve accepts his fate. He shields you and buries your face in his neck, bracing himself.

The impact never comes. Instead, he hears screams and wills himself to open his eyes. Billy stands just inches away, tendrils impaling him as El lays on the floor in front of you both.

Steve’s shaking worse than before, he’s in shock. He almost thinks El’s dead but she’s a sobbing mess. Everything stops and the Mind Flayer falls dead.

He can hear Max’s cries for Billy. The silence that follows is deafening. Steve immediately looks down at you, making sure you’re still alive. When you wince in pain, he takes some comfort in it.

He kisses your forehead and utters profuse apologies and thanks. With whatever strength you can muster, you squeeze his hand in reassurance.

You sit in the booth, waiting for Steve to come back with the ice cream. You're humming along to the music coming from the loudspeaker in the shop absentmindedly. Today was part of many recoveries.

Steve smiles warmly when he returns, passing you it and watching as you take an eager bite. Chocolate chip, without fail.

“Final verdict?” He clapped his hands together in anticipation.

“It's gonna be a hard pass from me. Scoops did it better.” You giggle, breaking your faux serious face.

“Damn.” He smirked.

You both broke into a fit of laughter, his shoulders bouncing with glee.

Your hand came across the table to hold his, fingers interlocking. You finally realized what that look at the party meant. That gaze he held. He was in love. Completely and utterly at its mercy.  

It’s been three months since the battle at Starcourt Mall. Your side is somewhat healed but the scar will always be there to remind you of the ordeal. Steve’s nightmares about losing you to the Mind Flayer are starting to fade. You managed to get an internship outside of Hawkins doing what you loved and Steve was going with Robin the next day to see if the video store was hiring.

Steve kept his promise. The first date you two had was out of the hospital. It was scary at first, acknowledging bottled up feelings and things from the past that neither of you wanted to own up to before. But when he finally confessed and made it up to you in a million ways, you caved. Since then, dates have become sweeter and funnier, they surpassed the good old days.

You’d like to think things have changed for the better now. Hell, you even managed to convince Steve to start looking at colleges. You wanted to get out of Hawkins as soon as you’d saved up enough and graduated. But for now, you were taking it one day at a time.

You think you’ve earned your soft epilogue, here with him. At least the peace you read about in books. The kind where you can finally breathe. The calm after the storm.

[corruptedconfessions]

I have a request if it's okay...I was thinking like a mummy Sero because he has his tape and it kinda looks like mummy wraps :) Sorry I don't have much of a plot or anything but I just think it would be cute to see >n<

Thank you for the request! This was so much fun im ngl, it’s nothing but pure fluff

 Also I know its not really mummy lore that they can use and manipulate their bandages but I thought that would be a fun mix between the monster and his quirk!

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People often asked you if you had regrets about dating a mummy. You always replied that, no, you loved Sero with all your heart and didn’t regret dating him in any way shape or form, regardless of what he was. Sure, dating a mummy was a little more unorthodox compared to werewolves or vampires that flooded every day society, but you loved your Sero more than anything in the world.

Which was why you were so excited for the date night you had planned for tonight, watching old scary monster movies with your boyfriend snuggled up on the couch. You were excited to stuff your mouth full of popcorn and watch your boyfriend make faces at the silly movies like he had when you had shown him The Mummy trilogy.

A knock at your door alerted you to his arrival. You grinned, finishing setting your snacks down next to the couch as you ran to go answer the door.

“You made it!”

You grinned when you opened the door to reveal your bandaged wrapped boyfriend. He grinned at you as he stepped inside, leaning in to kiss your cheek gently.

“You say that like you’re surprised.”

”Well it wouldn’t be the first time you forgot one of our dates.”

You laughed when he gave you an offended stare, turning away to shut and lock the door before ushering him into your home. You had already set up the movies and everything, and you were ready for a peaceful horror filled night.

“One time! I forget one time and you never let it go!”

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“Oh come on! Mummy’s don’t eat people! Why would they even want to?!”

Your boyfriend groaned loudly in complaint as he stared at the screen, watching a woman scream her lungs out as her face was eaten as you cackled, shoving popcorn into your mouth.

“I dunno maybe he wants her soft skin?”

Your boyfriend scowled against the back of your shoulder as you grinned back at him. Skin had been an interesting hurtle to pass at the beginning of your relationship. His dried, clammy and rough skin felt strange to the touch, and his lips were a texture you couldn’t even begin to describe. It had been an awkward adjustment period for the both of you, but one you had quickly moved past with jokes and lots of reassurance. Though things were a little touch and go when you had given him extra strong grade A lotion as a white elephant Christmas present one year. You nearly cried from the guilt as you chased him down and gave him your real present.

“You’re mean.”

“Only for you babe~”

You blew kisses at him as he huffed angrily at you. You knew in your heart that he was being dramatic, probably trying to pull pity kisses out of you, which worked. You gently pressed your lips against his bandages where his forehead was.

“Would you like me to change the movie?”

“That depends is there movies where humans are portrayed wrong?”

The angry pout on his face made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink. Sero proceeded to spill it all over the two of you as he panicked, smacking your back hard enough that you were sure it would bruise.

You turned off the movie and turned on a serial killer flick instead.

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Several hours and a handful of terrible b list movies later your popcorn bowl was empty and your boyfriend had his face nuzzled into the back of your neck, snoring away peacefully. Honestly for someone who didn’t need to sleep he sure drifted off on your date nights and awful lot.

Ever so carefully you lifted his arm, sliding out of his hold as you scooped up your empty bowl from the floor, walking off towards the kitchen to get a refill. Only to jump in fright when cloth suddenly wrapped around your waist, nearly making you drop the bowl. You immediately spun around to look at your boyfriend who was sleepily peering at you from the couch, an angry pout on his face, clearly deeply upset over you leaving his hold.

“Babe! I gotta go get more popcorn!”

You laughed softly when the angry pout increased. His annoyed huff being strong enough you could see his bandages rustle from it as the fabric wrapped around your waist slowly loosened, slowly sliding back to him.

“Hurry…Im colddd”

He whined dramatically at you as you rolled your eyes waving him off as you walked to the kitchen, grabbing the rest of the popcorn and dumping it in your bowl before making your way back to the couch. Bandages reached out, wrapping around your arms and legs as he pulled you closer, nearly making you drop the bowl again as he tugged you back down onto the couch. You carefully set the bowl down on the floor in front of the two of you before surrendering to his hold, snuggling up close to his front as the bandages wrapped tight around both of you.

“I really love holding you, baby.”

You blinked in surprise when he suddenly pipped up again, voice uncharacteristically soft as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. Humming happily you turned your head, twisting around a bit so you could kiss him, arching back into his gentle touch.

“Good.”

The light from the movie still flashed through the room, left all but forgotten as you turned around fully, twisting in his arms to wrap yourself around his waist, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. You definitely had no regrets.

[gloomyhearts]

Mellilla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter three~ is it a date?

"We'll end up late, come on Val," Dahlia knocked on the bathroom door. Valerie grabs as she exits the bathroom.

"Finally," Dahlia remarks and grabs her bag.

The girls arrived just in time at the gym.

"See you later and good luck," she gave Dahlia a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Love you," the brunette shouts as she enters the gym.

All the girls on the team were ready and waiting for Dahlia as she changes into her knee guard and trainers.

"Okay girls. This is the last game before the state championship tournament next month. We're already qualified but don't take this easy, yeah? We still wanna be leader of the league right?" The girls nod in unison.

"Great so give everything." Everybody put their hand in the middle as they screamed their slogan.

When the team made a short break, until the last ten minutes before the game started. Dahlias graze wandered through the crowd on the stand. Her eyes stopped as she recognized a golden haired boy in the middle of it. His blue eyes, she thought they'd be blue, already glued on her and he began to smile as he saw her sweaty face.

"Why are you staring at Joyner?" Amber interrupted their graze.

"I am not," she shrugged her shoulders and walked away from her not wanting to hold this conversation with her.

It was obvious that Amber had the biggest crush on the boy since they began their freshman year.

"Wait I wanna know," she ran after the brunette.

"He's all yours," she gestures with her hand to go on.

"I know, I know but he's looking at you and not me," she humps.

"Well I can't control his eyes, Amber," Dahlia exclaims, finally leaving her behind.

The game came to a happy end for Dahlia's team and they were making their way into the locker room. A hand grabbing her arm making her stop, she turned around and now she can definitely say that there are blue eyes looking at her.

"Can I help you?" Her eyebrows knitted.

"I.. maybe you wanna grab some food when you're finished," he suggests.

"Ye.. yeah why not. In twenty minutes at the front?" He nodded and went to the door.

Dahlia finished up a few minutes early. Her hair still wet but she didn't want to dry it.

"You're already here," Owen remarks.

"Yeah. Hopefully you don't mind my hair or my outfit," she points up to her ponytail and then down to her leggings and her long sleeve shirt.

"No. No it's alright," he insists. Owen began to lead the way to his car.

He opens the door for her and she hoped in mumbling a small thanks.

"Can I ask you something?" Dahlia turns in her seat.

"You already did but yeah go on," he watches her out of his periphery.

"Why me?" Her graze fell down to her lap where her hands were fiddling with the fabric of her shirt.

"I..I really don't know. We've great conversations and I mean you're the only one that doesn't bother me during rehearsal or any other period of school. You're also not talking about me or my acting."

"Nothing you'd know about," she mutters.

"What," he faces her a millisecond and then back to the street.

"Nothing. Go on," she insists.

"It's like all this doesn't matter to you. That I was away filming the whole summer."

"Which was three years ago and I was still in middle school," she explains.

"Why are you in the senior band?"

"Mr. Trent wanted me to"

"He'd all reasons to," he compliments and she feels her palm beginning to sweat.

"Well thank you, Owen," her cheeks turned pink which caused him to smirk. "But you're really good yourself, Mr Joyner," she teased pushing his shoulder slightly.

The teenager arrived at a diner which had a big neon sign on its exterior boomerang diner.

"I love this place," Dahlia remarks as he parked the car in the lot.

"Good choice," his eyes lit up as he looked at her excited frame.

He walked to her door and opened it, she mumbles a thank you and took his hand as he helped her exit the car.

They entered the diner and the smell of bacon, Pancakes and marble hit their nose.

"I reserved a table," he walked over to the waitress and implies with with two finger the number.

"Yeah, follow me," the two were glued to her heels as they step to the table.

The teenager thanked her as she walked away.

"Soo," Dahlia began, nervously fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

"Soo," he mirrors her gesture. "I don't want to be inappropriate and pushy but can I.. can I maybe ask you something," his hand were on the table and played with the napkin holder.

"No. Go ahead."

"Do you and Hunt.."

"NO. No. I mean he's Val's brother and my sisters boyfriend. I wouldn't, no," she interrupted him.

"Good. Good," his tensed body eased a bit.

"Do you have a boyfriend right now?" She just shakes her head.

"That's great," he mutters.

"You're ready to order?" The waitress was back at their table.

"Can I get a grilled chicken salad and a chocolate shake please," Dahlia explains.

"For me please the bacon ranch burger, fries and a Pepsi please."

"Of course. This takes a moment," she left them.

"I took you here to eat some lunch and not only salad," he erupts in laughter which she joined.

"I'm just not hungry." Her phone began to ring. "Just a sec okay?" Her forehead creased and he simply nods. She walks out accepting the call.

"Val? What's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm at the gym right now but yore not there." Shit.

"I totally forgot to write you. We ended earlier and now.. well..," she stutters.

"Iamatthedinerwithowen," she adds in one breath.

"You what?" Her voice becoming louder.

"That's awesome. Have fun. Call me if I'd pick you up." Without another word she ended the call, leaving Dahlia speechless.

She decides to write Emma a quick text that she wouldn't made it tonight and then getting back inside.

"Well that was fast," he comments when Dahlia was seated again.

"Yeah we understand each other without much words," she chuckles shyly, tugging a strand behind her ear.

"Beautiful," he mutters under his breath.

"What?" She heard, she definitely heard what he'd said but she wants to hear him say it clearly.

"Nothing" his voice just above a whisper. He runs his hand through his hair, biting his bottom lip.

It was an understatement calling him cute, he was hot almost steamy.

"Dahlia?"

"Yes?" Her head snapped up.

"Enjoy your meal," he beams towards her.

"You too," she radiates more power than the sun.

"So. How's your salad?" He swallows his bite.

"Really fresh and your burger?"

"You wanna try?" He raises it and hold it to her.

"Well yeah." She bit a tiny piece off. She chew it and swallowed before humming.

"Relly great, a bit greasy, but delicious," she states.

"Wait you got something on your," he gestures on his cheek but she wipes with her index on the point he implied.

"No. Let ne help you," he grabs a tissue and wipes the ranch dressing off of her cheek, they began to flush.

"Thanks," she whispers, a shy smile on her lips. A smirk creeping on his lips.

"So Lia, can I call you that?" She nodds.

"When and where was the first time you had you first date?"

"I didn't have one yet," she shruggs her shoulder.

"You don't think this is one?"

"Well, I don't know. Is it?" She requests.

"If you want to," his eyes observing her features, her small scare on her cheek moves lightly when she smiles. He thinks it cute, she's cute.

"Where do you got this from?" His index fell on the scar.

"That's a fun story, actually. I was in the garden and we have a sandbox. My brother, my sister and myself played in there, a lot, and one time my brother peed in there while we were sitting in it and we laughed so hard. My sister had the shovel in her hand, sways it frantic," she stopped due to her laughter.

"And she hit it right there and I cried cause of the laugher and the pain," he joined her.

"That sounds painful," Owen states.

"It was. It really was but in that moment it didn't hurt, you know what I mean?"

"I totally do!"

"When did you start to play the drums?"

"I wished one for my seventh birthday. At first I didn't started to play but someday I did and I'm glad I did," he winked at the brunette in front of him.

"Yeah kinda," she rolled her eyes.

"You like it," she stole one of his fries and shoved it into her mouth.

"Hey," he grabs her hand pulling it close to his face, taking the last bite.

"You're rude,"

"I am? Who stole the fries?" He rose an eyebrow and she nodds.

His graze wanders through the diner falling on a karaoke machine.

"No no no," her view laid on the item he observed.

"Come on, one song,"

"What's my profit of it."

"A great performance with me," he laid his head into his palms, his elbow resting on the table.

"Well, okay let's do it," he stands up, reaching for her hand and pulling her towards the machine.

"Okay so we've Something just like this; Don't stop me now; Shape of you; Time after time; Closer; Fireflies. What do you wanna sing?" He turns around to her.

"Time after time?" It was more like a question itself.

"Sounds good."

He pressed the song and it was his turn to start.

Lyin' in my bed I hear the clock tick

And think of you

Caught up in circles confusion

Is nothing new

Flashback warm nights

Almost left behind

Suitcase of memories

Time after

He grabs Dahlia's hand spinning her under his arm.

When the refrain came the teenager sung together.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

Now it was Dahlia's time to sing alone, her hands began to shake and he squeezed it lightly, still holding it.

After my picture fades and darkness

Has turned to gray

Watching through windows

You're wondering if I'm okay

Secrets stolen from deep inside

The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

You said go slow

I fall behind

The second hand unwinds

They stood close together, swaying from foot on the other. Owen takes her microphone, lowering his head to sing the last strophe with her.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

Time after time

Time after time

Time after time

[leemaht]

Hi, I'm kind of new to your blog, but I really love your writing style! If you have the time/want to, can you write hcs on how Kuroo or Nishinoya would react to their s/o coming out to them as genderfluid? Totally understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it! ❤

yes yes yes yes yes! i'm totally on it! also i'm not really an expert when it comes to gender fluid people, so i let a genderfluid friend of mine read through that and they approved. they also made some modifications. if i offended genderfluidness (?) in a way please punch me.💫

update: i went through 1,5 hours of tiktok and youtube material and asked a few friends what they think.

also thank you for joining this chaos called my blog!❤

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how they react to their s/o coming out to them as gender fluid

kuroo tetsurou, nishinoya yuu

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warnings: none

pairings: kuroo x genderfluid!reader, noya x genderfluid!reader

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kuroo

first of all, i think this guy screams either bisexuality or pansexuality so i don't think he would care much about you gender in the first place

still you didn't tell him from the beginning because... there was no reason really. you failed to tell him in the beginning of your relationship and the longer you were together the harder it was to jump over your own shadow.

you didn't think he would care much but you were afraid he would be mad at you for not telling him in the first place.

kuroo himself suspected that something was bothering you or made you suffer but couldn't quite put his finger on it. he noticed your mood swings and that your behaviour changed sometimes from one day to the other.

your moodiness got worse with the time. some days you would be perfectly fine, happy and feel good in your skin. on other days to the contrary everybody with eyes could tell that you weren't feeling on top of yourself.

different aesthetics would clash, one day you would dress super soft, the next day tomboyish.

kuroo had asked you several times what was wrong with you and assured you that you could tell him anything, but you never felt that it was the right time

one day though

you woke up and immediately knew it was one of those days. the morning was quiet as you walked in your apartment doing different chores but still not feeling like doing anything. you ate and sat down on your sofa, hiding in the chuncky oversized hoodie you were wearing. it covered nearly your whole body. that's how you felt right now. like covering yourself.

that was when kuroo texted you, reminding you of the date you would have this afternoon. you would always be happy to see kuroo but not on days like this. today was especially bad.

so you texted kuroo, excusing yourself by saying you didn't feel well and relaxed a bit knowing that you wouldn't have to go outside today.

but

about half an hour later the door bell rang and kuroo stood in front of you with a whole bag of instant soups, one of his hoodies and wool socks he couldn't resist buying in the convenience store

'y/n, i brought everything! so you lay down and i'll just make you some soup! here take that-' he gave you the socks for you to put on.

that's when he directly looked you in the eyes

'y/n, you don't look sick? you look tired. are you sure everything is alright?' he asked, worry evident in his voice

'yeah, sure. sorry i just don't feel very well today.'

'is something bothering you?' bullseye. he knew something was the matter and it wasn't just a flew. it was something way heavier.

'you know you can tell me, right?' you turned to face him again, testing how much he meant his words by looking him deep in the eyes. you really wanted to tell him. before you could even begin, he took you by the hand and went to the sofa with you, where he sat you both down, holding both of your hands in his

'i'm here for you, y/n' that's when you walls finally broke down as you began to sob

'tetsu...' you began to whisper. 'i'm so sorry but i don't want to lose you'

he placed his hand on your shoulder 'y/n there is nothing you could do to lose me. i just want to know you are happy. that's all!' he said reassuringly

'tetsu' you breathed in heavily, closed you eyes for a second before looking at him directly through your teary eyes. 'i'm ... genderfluid.'

you waited for his reaction. anger, maybe even disgust but what came was ...

he put one hand on his belly to support his laughter 'pfffft, so what? that's what was bothering you the whole time??'

you didn't know what to say so you just looked at him in shock and confusion

it took him some time to calm down but when he did he had the most loving expression on his face

he stroked your arm with his warm hand. 'y/n, i love you for you. i don't care if you feel like a woman or a man, i wouldn't even care if you felt like a fish or something. you still are you and that's all that matters to me.'

you cried again but this time out of relief

he hugged you tightly and spoke up again. 'since when did you know?'

'a very long time now.' you managed to say between sobs

'and you thought i would leave you for this? you should know me better by now, love.'

'sorry. i just... '

'just what?'

'i didn't want to embarrass you. you know people would look at you if you walked around with a (your gender) in (opposite gender)s clothes. if you even would go out with me anymore.'

'you are an idiot to think i would care about that. i would buy you tons of different coloured dresses and suits myself. in fakt... let's do that! we could get matching outfits!!!' he said enthusiasticly making you giggle

nishinoya

i think he would care but not in a bad way. like he would be overprotective of you and always be one step ahead of you

sometimes he would go a bit far though. like his daily good morning messages

'y/n, is today a tiddie day or a non tiddie day?:3'

'NOYA!'

i feel like you would tell him either before your relationship even started or at the very beginning. he doesn't give off very judging or intermediating vibes, so it would be a bit easier to open up to him

you confessed to him on a date

the two of you went shopping together one day. not because you needed something but just for fun. you went into nearly every store in the mall, even those you had no affiliation with. you went to a sports store and tried on at least 20 different fisher hats

after you had lunch you went into different clothing stores trying to get funny matching shirts or something

but noya noticed something

you mainly wandered off to the sections of the store, not typical for your gender

he didn't think of it as much first

maybe you were looking at cozy clothes or something

but no

you went into the changing room with different styles of clothes for different genders.

all, dresses, skirts, blazers, flannels. even a suit

noya didn't know what to say or how to address this topic, so he waited

after you left the clothing store you went to a nearby cafe and had coffee. that's when he decided to ask

'so, um... what did you get?'

you listed the things you bought in pure excitement

'... and this really pretty skirt and you know what? i found this really cool suit jacket too!' you finished leaving noya speechless

you didn't even seem embarrassed about this at all, and why would you be? he thought

'noya?' you pulled him out of his daydreaming

'yeas??? yeah I'm definitely listening?'

'you seem like something is bothering you. is something the matter?' you asked rather concerned

'so ah... i noticed you in the (opposite gender) section earlier and...'

'you wanted to know what this was about.' you finished for him, smiling a little bit as he nodded vehemently

'so this is kinda a hard topic' you began. 'i'm actually genderfluid'

'oh ok!' he said a little to fast and enthusiastically

'you... don't know what that means don't you?' you giggled

'i have not the tiniest bit of a clue!' he said with the same kind of enthusiasm

so you explained and the more you talked the more he understood but at the same time got more confused asking even more questions. not to be nosy though but because he was genuinely interested.

the way you talked made him kinda happy as he had the feeling he now truly understood you for the first time.

he would praise you so much for being so brave to tell him and to live like this. he is very proud of you.

this date would continue for hours as he really liked to talk about this. there would always pop up more questions he needed answers to. but that was ok as he didn't seem any kind of uncomfortable around you but so very open minded and supportive.

so. very. supportive.

from that point on he would ask you to dress however you felt like and

i can totally imagine him researching on the internet himself and buy you lots of pride stuff online.

also i can see you two using each others closets and wearjng each others stuff regularly. i mean so regularly that you didn't even bother bringing your own change of clothes to sleepovers

[helloalycia]

black mercy // kara danvers

summary: when you're exposed to black mercy intended for Supergirl, you find yourself in your perfect dream world. You just didn't expect it to hurt so much.

warning/s: mentions of implied homophobia and losing your family.

author's note: this hit a lil too close to home lol

masterlist | wattpad 

"Kara? You home?" I called out after entering her apartment with the key she gave me. "I've got food!"

When I got no response, I closed the front door and set the takeout on the kitchen table. She'd told me to meet her here, so where was she?

I was about to go and check her bedroom, but I stopped when I saw some weird glowing plant-looking thing on the floor by the couch. Curiosity got the best of me and I edged closer to it, wondering what the hell it was.

I screeched when it suddenly leaned towards me, knocking me off my balance and sending me into a tunnel of black.

–

I woke up to my alarm going off and out of instinct, I stretched my arm out and smacked the top of my clock. It took me a moment to open my eyes, as usual, and I reached across the bed for Kara, but she wasn't there. My eyebrows scrunched together as I finally opened my eyes, only to widen them instantly at what I was seeing.

"What the..." I sat up immediately, taking in my surroundings.

I was in my bedroom, back at home. The one I grew up in. The one I had lived in until four years ago, when I came out to my family and they kicked me out. Huh?

"Y/N? Darling, are you up?"

I felt my heart drop to my stomach when I heard my mum's voice from downstairs. It had been so long since I'd heard her talk to me without hatred in her voice...

"Mum?" I jumped out of bed cautiously, but when she called my name out again, the little kid in me forgot about questioning what was happening, and instead led me to opening my door. "Mum?!"

"You're awake, great. Do you want eggs? I'm making them for Haris," she called upstairs.

I moved to the bannister, desperate to see her face, and leaned over to see her standing at the bottom of the stairs. I froze as she smiled up at me like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't screamed in my face about how I was a disgrace to my family, to my religion. Like she hadn't told me she hated what I had chosen and she hadn't kicked me out without warning.

"Well?" she asked again, and I felt my mouth go dry.

I couldn't form a response as I straightened up, taking a step back. I was standing in the corridor of my upstairs childhood home. My mum was calling me, asking me about breakfast that she was cooking for the brother I hadn't seen in four years. Something was definitely wrong.

–

"Sshh, she's waking up now..."

I blinked my eyes open slowly, feeling a headache coming on. I tried to sit up and felt someone help me. When I looked up, I saw it was my mum sat beside me, smiling with concern.

I felt my breathing pick up again, shaking my head. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic dream I'd ever had.

"You fainted, Y/N, how are you feeling?" my mum asked, squeezing my hand gently.

"I broke your fall in case you were wondering," a familiar voice spoke, and I turned my head to see my brother, Haris, sat on the chair opposite me.

"Haris," I breathed out, eyes wide with shock.

"You're acting weird," he commented, leaning forward to take a better look at me. "You must have really hit your head."

I began to look around with panic and confusion, noticing I was downstairs now, in the living room. What the hell was happening?

"Okay, I can't find an ice pack, but there was a bag of frozen vegetables that should do the trick."

I stood up, backing away now, when I saw my dad entering the living room, holding a bag of frozen vegetables. When he noticed me, he brightened up.

"Oh, you're awake, honey," he said with relief. "How's your head?"

I looked between the three of them with disbelief. They were staring at me as if I was the strange thing here, as if I was acting insane.

"What the hell is going on in here?" I said, shaking my head. "This... this can't be real. You guys... this... this isn't real!"

"Baby, what are you talking about?" my mum asked with concern. She stood up and moved forward, resting a hand on my head as if she was inspecting it.

I wanted to back away, I knew I should have. This wasn't real. But as soon as she touched me, my breath escaped me and I felt like a little kid all over again. She was staring at me like an endearing mother, not even an ounce of hatred present in her eyes. I didn't realise how much I missed that until I had it again.

"You can't be real," I said, forcing myself to push her hand away.

"Usually I would make fun of you, but you're starting to worry us," Haris commented, standing up and moving forward to rest a hand on my arm. "You okay?"

I shook him off, stepping away. "No! This isn't real! What is happening?"

"Y/N–"

"Where is Kara?" I asked, looking around as if she'd suddenly show up. "Kara?!"

"Who is Kara?" Haris whispered loudly to our parents.

I glared at him. "Kara is–" I stopped speaking when the words escaped me. I blanked for a moment, furrowing my eyebrows. "She's..." I racked my brain desperately, until finally it clicked. "She's my girlfriend, Kara is my girlfriend!"

"You have a girlfriend?" my mum asked me, slightly confused.

I was growing agitated as I clenched my jaw. This wasn't real. If it was, I wouldn't be here.

I stormed off, making my way to the front door and leaving the house, expecting to find an exit to this insane dream I was having, but nope. I was still at my house, standing on the front porch and staring out into the street.

"Y/N, if you're acting weird because it's the first time telling us about your new girlfriend, you shouldn't be," my dad said, and I turned around to see he had followed me outside. "It's great that you've got a girlfriend! We'd love to meet her if you want us to."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, cocking my head to the side as I watched the man before me smiling my way.

"You... you what? You're okay with me being gay?"

"I thought we went through this already," he said, a little confused. "We hugged, cried and said it didn't matter, remember? Like a year ago?"

I thought about it, wondering if I had genuinely had a brain injury at this point. Would I know that though? Probably not. Either way, I was confused about this. They were supposed to hate me. I hadn't see them since... wait, since when?

"You should come inside and we can have breakfast together," my dad continued, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me back inside the house. "Might make you feel better. What d'you say, Y/N/N?"

I glanced at him, expecting him to laugh in my face and call this a joke. I could only remember him as an angry, bitter man, refusing to utter a word my way. Yet here we were. It felt so real that I almost believed it was. Maybe all that stuff I was remembering hadn't happened. They were okay with me. They still loved me. I had my family back.

–

"This isn't a fair game," I pointed out to Haris, trying not to laugh. "You're tall and lanky. You take up half the net."

Haris rolled his eyes playfully. "Just have a go, come on."

I sighed dramatically before setting the football on the grass and backing up. Taking a deep breath, I ran forward and kicked the ball the hardest I could. It flew forward and I was confident it would go in, but one stretch of his arm and Haris had blocked it.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered as he laughed.

"Language!" my mum called from the barbecue.

I spun around and saw my parents stood side by side, cooking burgers on the grill. I smiled at the sight, even if my mum was giving me a knowing look.

"Sorry," I apologised, before looking back to Haris. "See what I mean by unfair?"

"Go and get my goalie gloves from the table by the door and we can switch positions," he said, giving in.

"Why do I need gloves and you don't?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. "You doubting my skills?"

He chuckled. "No, but you have a tendency to rat me out to mum when the ball hits your fingers and hurts. Remember last time?"

I laughed and began to walk inside. "Fair point. Give us a second."

"Forgetting something?" my mum called out when I walked past her.

I stopped and looked at her, seeing her pat her cheek jokingly. I playfully rolled my eyes, but headed to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm coming right back," I informed her knowingly.

"Do you have to be leaving to show me you love me?"

"So dramatic," I mumbled, but a smile was on my lips as she laughed.

I headed inside and to the table by the front door, spotting Haris's goalkeeper gloves. As I picked them up, I heard a knocking on the front door. I dropped the gloves and went to answer it, wondering who could be stopping by at dinner time.

When I opened the door, I noticed a blonde headed woman looking around with a puzzled expression.

"Er, can I help you?" I asked with confusion, gaining her attention.

She met my eyes and widened her own, immediately moving forward and pulling me into a hug.

"Oh Rao, I was so scared," she got out, mumbling into my shoulder.

"Er..." I paused as she pulled away. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Her blue eyes softened as a frown appeared on her lips. "No... you can't be in that deep already. I went straight to Alex. You can't have forgotten already..."

I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable. "Forgotten what? And who is Alex? Who are you?"

The blonde swallowed hard as she refused to break our gaze. "Y/N, it's me, c'mon. It's Kara. Your Kara."

"I don't know a Kara," I said, shaking my head and already making a move to close the door. "Sorry–"

"Y/N, no!" she cut me off, barging through the door roughly, entering my house.

I widened my eyes, growing angry. "Hey, you can't just come in here without permission! I'll call the police if you don't leave!"

She didn't seem the least bit concerned by my threat as she stopped with surprise, at the bottom of my stairs. She looked around slowly, as if taking everything in with great caution.

"This... this is your parents' house," she said with realisation, eyes focused on the family photos hung on the wall. "The house you grew up in."

"What the hell are you going on about?" I asked her, before shaking my head and pulling the front door open wider. "Look, you need to leave."

She met my eyes with apologetic ones. "Your perfect fantasy is here. Which means they're here too. Your family..."

"Who the hell are you?" my dad asked, and I realised the three of them had entered the hall with defensive expressions. He looked to me with concern. "Honey, are you okay?"

I nodded as the three of them stood by me protectively. "I'm good. She just barged in here. She won't leave."

"If you don't leave, we're calling the police," Haris threatened, glaring at the strange blonde.

The blonde ignored him and looked directly at me. "Y/N, I'm so sorry I let this happen. I really am. I didn't think... Rao, this isn't good. Look, you have to listen to me. This isn't real. None of this is real. They aren't your parents!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why would a complete stranger just come in here and say all of that? Why would they tell me this?

"Get the hell out of our house," my mum growled angrily, stepping in front of me. "You don't know anything!"

"Y/N, please listen to me!" the stranger continued, her voice pleading as she stepped forward to get to me, but Haris stood by my mum's side. "You're trapped here because of an alien parasite called Black Mercy. You're its host and it's making you think this is your perfect reality so it can trap you here, but it's not!"

"Alien parasite...?" I questioned with the utmost confusion.

"Don't listen to her, honey," my dad reassured, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"You're leaving now," Haris said angrily, grabbing the blonde by the arm.

She tried to budge, mumbling, "Damn it, no powers," before attempting to resist his strong hold.

"Get her out of here," my mum told him, moving me away so he could lead her to the door.

"Get off me– Y/N! Please listen! You have to get out of here yourself! You have to resist it yourself otherwise you'll be stuck here and I can't get back to you!" She tried to get out of Haris' grip, but he was using both hands now, almost dragging her to the door.

I felt myself growing concerned for her wellbeing as he tried to pull her out of here, but she was fighting her hardest to escape his grasp and get to me.

"You have to come back to us, Y/N!" she yelled, tears escaping her eyes. "Come back to me, your girlfriend, Kara! Remember? We live together and we love each other and you are my world and I can't lose you!" She managed to escape Haris' grasp and run towards me, but my dad kept her at bay.

I felt my mouth drying out as she watched me with a broken expression, blue eyes glassy with tears.

"Nia and Alex and Brainy and J'onn, they're all waiting for you back home!" she shouted, shaking her head. "I can't get you out of here, but you have to listen to me and reject this world. Please!"

I watched as she was being dragged to the door by my brother and father, and it was as if something had suddenly clicked, because I remembered who she was.

"Kara!" I shouted, my eyes widening with realisation.

She stopped struggling as a grin appeared on her face. "Yes! It's me! You're remembering!"

I felt my breathing grow heavier as they pushed her out the front door and slammed it shut. I ran forward to go to her, but they stopped me.

"Y/N, you can't listen to that crazy person!" Haris said, before waving his goalie gloves in the air. "C'mon, we were having fun!"

I shook my head, trying to push past him. "Haris, just let me past–"

"Honey, we've got a barbecue to get back to," my dad said, a smile on his face as if he hadn't just kicked Kara out.

I stepped back, shaking my head, about to argue, but I bumped into my mum.

"Darling, we made dinner, we shouldn't let it get cold," she said, resting her hands on my shoulders.

I looked between the three of them and saw the excitement on their faces. But none of it was real. The love they were showering me with, the nostalgia of it all, it wasn't real.

But Kara was.

"I would do anything for this to be my reality," I said, feeling my throat close up. "All I ever wanted was to have you in my life. To approve of who I am."

"We do," my mum said, caressing my face.

I leaned into her touch, my eyes growing blurry because of the tears forming. "I wish that were true. God knows what I would give for that to be true." I let go of her and shook my head. "But it's not. Because this isn't real."

"Y/N–"

I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. "This isn't real. I know it isn't. So let me go! It's not real! None of it!" I breathed out before shouting, "Let me go!"

When I opened my eyes again, they were heavy, like bricks were sitting on top of them. I forced them open, looking around and seeing the medical room I was in. I wasn't in my house. My parents weren't here.

"Y/N!"

I sat up slowly, seeing Kara speeding towards me.

"Kara, wait–"

But Kara ignored Alex as she moved forward to embrace me. Her tears soaked my shirt and she held on tight as if I would disappear. I stopped paying attention after that, trying to understand that I was no longer with my family. They were gone.

Kara pulled away and I felt her eyes on me, but I didn't meet them.

"Kara, give her a minute," I heard Alex say, pulling her back, before mumbling, "Remember how you felt?"

My mouth felt dry and my eyes were aching as I held in tears. I tried to maintain my breathing as I looked up to Kara and Alex. Brainy and J'onn were there, too, quiet and in the background.

"What just happened?" I asked, my voice raspy and ready to break at any second.

Nobody answered at first, probably debating between them who would speak. Finally though, Brainy spoke up.

"You were exposed to an alien parasite called Black Mercy. It's purpose is to find a host and make them dream of their perfect fantasy world whilst slowly killing them. Kara went in after you, managing to coax you out of it."

I nodded to show I'd heard him, but I was still trying to process it all. My family still hated me. They didn't want to see me. They pretended I didn't exist. Nothing had changed.

Except I knew what it could have been like if they had accepted me.

"Can you all get out, please?" I asked, finally finding words.

"Y/N–"

"Now, please?" I cut Alex off with an empty stare.

She nodded slowly and everybody began to leave. Kara hesitated, torn between staying and leaving. Only when Alex tugged on her arm did she finally join them in leaving.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to regulate my breathing, but it kept getting quicker and quicker as I subconsciously imagined the world I'd just been ripped from. I squeezed tears out and opened my eyes, half-hoping to see my family again, but I was still sat in a medical bay at the DEO.

My breathing was becoming impossible to control now, speeding up, along with my heart rate. Tears were uncontrollable as they flooded from my eyes, making it impossible for me to see clearly.

All I kept thinking about was how I would never have it. I would never have them in my life, loving me and being there for me and treating me like they used to. It was a dream. An impossible one.

I was shaking, my head tucked in between my legs as I tried to stop hurting myself by thinking about it, but I couldn't.

I felt arms wrap around me and instinctively tried to shove them away, but I soon realised it was Kara and let her hold me.

"I'm sorry," she muttered hoarsely. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

She rubbed my back soothingly and stayed with me as I cried it all out, mumbling incoherent things. She didn't question me or make me explain anything, she simply stayed with me and unknowingly reminded me what I had here, in my reality.

Eventually I stopped crying, but I stayed there, not wanting to leave her warm embrace. It would make it all real, everything that happened. I would have rather just stayed here in my little protective Kara bubble. But I knew I couldn't.

"How did this happen?" I asked Kara, my voice cracking.

Kara swallowed hard. "I found you in my apartment. Somebody who knows my identity, an enemy, was targeting me. But it got to you instead. Alex is still trying to find out who... I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for this to happen."

I lifted my head from her chest and met her eyes. "This wasn't your fault, Kara. I don't want you blaming yourself."

Kara smiled sadly. "I should have kept you out of this. Kept you safe."

I rested a hand on her cheek and stroked it with my thumb. "You saved me. If you hadn't come after me, I'd still be there."

A tear escaped her eye and she pulled away, wiping it with her finger. "I thought, for a moment back there, that I wouldn't be able to convince you. That I'd lost you for good. Your perfect world was having your family back... I can't compete with that."

I didn't know what to say because now that I thought about it, there was a chance I could have stayed. I could have given in to the part of me that wanted to believe it was real, and eventually I would have.

Instead, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. I closed my eyes and revelled in her comfort, glad I hadn't made the mistake of staying.

When I pulled away, she rested a hand on my cheek and met my eyes with her determined blue ones.

"I love you so much," she spoke gently. "I need you to know that."

"I do," I said, resting my hand on hers. "I love you, too, Kara."

She looked between my eyes as if trying to find some doubt, and I sensed the nervousness in hers.

"You never need to compete with that," I said to her with as much reassurance as I could. "I picked you. I'll always pick you."

"But you want them, too, and I can't give you that," she said with disappointment.

"They don't want me," I reminded her, my eyes stinging a little. "Deep down, I guess, yeah, it would be my perfect world. Having them back. Isn't that all any kid wants?" I sighed, my jaw hurting from clenching my teeth unknowingly. "It doesn't mean anything. I've dreamt about it before. The only difference is, this time it felt real. That doesn't mean I don't love what I have now. That I don't love you. Because I really do, Kara."

Kara nodded, but she still seemed hesitant. I didn't blame her. I'd almost lost her to an alien parasite.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, closing my eyes as she began to kiss back. It wasn't long, but I hoped she understood the truth to my words – that I truly loved and appreciated her. The despite everything that had happened, despite how much I wished my family would magically call me back and tell me they loved me, I still wanted Kara. And I always would.

We pulled apart breathlessly, eyes locked.

"I love you," I told her simply, offering a small, broken smile.

She mirrored my expression, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you, too," she whispered before hugging me again, tightly and desperately.

I closed my eyes and hoped that when I opened them, I'd still be in her arms.

I was.

[biblee16]

Zombies and Wedding Dresses

Fluff, zombie apocalypse AU, fiction, angst, violence etc.

Cameo: Jeon Jungkook

Warning: swearing

Lee Know x reader

A/N: hey guys so first of all the second part of my fanfic "A small mistake" is coming soon, anddd again it's my first time writing a fanfic so please forgive me if it's stupid or something lol.

So, today was the day. It was finally your sister Momo's wedding, you were so happy fo her.

There was so much chaos in the bride's dressing room all the bridesmaids were squeaking out of excitement except for you, you were pretty chill, I mean obviously you were excited for your sister getting married but ah you dint really like weddings alot, but you were just a tiny bit excited today though. (you'll know why ;) )

Your mom gasped as soon as she saw Momo while entering the room. You could see her tearing up already, and Momo being as cute as she is just giggled shyly. You smiled looking at them while your best friend nudges you from the side and says

"I bet today you're gonna have fun too".

And you just blush and look away and reply with a "Shut up". She just winks and goes back to taking pictures with the other bridesmaids, you smile and shake your head.

You go and sit beside your sister and say "You look so pretty, I bet the groom is gonna swoon after looking at you". Momo just giggles shyly and says "Thank you".

This is exactly what Momo was wearing with the same hairstyle which is a bun ↓

You and the other bridesmaids were wearing dresses with open hair, beach waves at the bottom and a little head accessory pinned on the side of your head.

This is the dress ↓

You had to admit that everyone looked so beautiful today, even you.

While the chattering in the bride's dressing room was going on, two guys excused themselves and entered the room. One of them was "him". Lee Know. Both of you were good friends and you had a huge crush on him, and so did he. Both of you knew about it, but never really confessed to each other. Maybe it was just perfect like this.

Anyways, he entered with his friend Jeongin, and you smiled at both of them, and they smiled back cause y'all knew each other. They said that its time. You saw your sister getting nervous and gave her a comforting side hug and said,

"It's alright, it's all gonna be okay, you remember that silly practice we had right?"

Momo took a deep breath and nodded with a smile. Your dad was standing near the door frame and you could see the pride and happiness in his eyes. You definitely knew that he had cried. He never does, but today was his eldest daughter's wedding after all.

You looked at Minho (aka Lee Know if you dint know lol) and he was already staring at you, your friend nudged you and you whispered "Stop it" in a silly way. You were so shy that your ears started turning red and you tried to hide them by fixing your hair. Minho looked so handsome, he looked like a man. He was wearing a black suit with a white formal shirt tucked inside his formal black pants with formal black shoes, but what caught your eyes was the way he had tucked a handkerchief in his collar, it was tucked in a way where it formed frills and hung down. Shit you were so attracted to that. He knew you would like it. OH GOD THIS MAN WAS GONNA BE THE DEATH OF YOU.

Well, they obviously had to leave to go do their own thing like small arrangements and teasing the groom of course.

Your mom went and stood outside, you and the bridesmaids including you followed behind. Y'all went and stood exactly at the entrance of the aisle while the groomsmen were standing at the end of the aisle, not exactly close to the groom though. You made eye contact with Minho and he did too.

Soft music started playing and the doors opened, your sister started walking up the aisle with your father, the groom couldn't stop smiling of course.

~ Timeskip ~

After the bride and groom exchanged their vows, you went back to your bestie who was going to meet her boyfriend, he was one of the groomsmen.

There was Chan, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Minho, Jeongin, Han, Felix, Changbin and your bestie's boyfriend. You had to admit that they were looking so handsome. You smiled and greeted all of them and they greeted you back. You could see that Seungmin was nudging Minho from the side and Minho just stamped his foot while smiling at you. You just mouthed a little ouch while looking at Minho and let out a small giggle.

Obviously your bestie ditched you and went off with her boyfriend. All the other boys went off leaving you and Minho alone.

"You look so beautiful" he said and smirked.

You looked down and blushed and said "Thank you, you look so handsome in that suit too".

He smiled at you, and said "Thank you". Both of you sat down on a table and watched the bride and groom dancing beautifully, after some time both of you got bored and decided to go to the huge backyard.

Both of you sat down on the table and chairs that were arranged there, and started talking about stuff like how you were getting bored and waiting for the wedding to start in the beginning, and he flirted with you here and there by saying "oh yeah, I was waiting to see you so bad, that's the reason I came in the bride's dressing room cause I knew you would be there" at which you blushed so hard and tried to hide your red ears but he stopped you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Both of you just kept staring into each others eyes until he said "Let's take pictures, to make this day memorable".

You nodded and took pictures with him, in your phone as well as his phone and went on social media to post them on your stories and posts on Instagram and Snapchat.

After that y'all sat down and were just chatting with each other until your neighbour aka your close friend Jungkook comes up to you and says hi.

You stand up and hug him and introduce him to Minho and they bow and greet each other. Jungkook says "You look so pretty today" and you smile and say "Thank you, you finally wore formals today" and both of you laugh at that.

"I'd love to wear a jeans and a hoodie but c'mon people are gonna think I'm a crazy guy and the guards would probably kick me out if I wore something like that" he said and both of you laugh again.

After your little chat he says "Okay then, I'll see ya around soon" and leaves.

You wave back and say "bye" and sit down.

Now, when you sat down and looked at Lee Know you could see him looking away with an eyebrow raised and if you weren't wrong he was definitely gritting his teeth. You looked at him and asked if everything was okay, even though you could sense his jealousy. He just looked at you and gave a tight lipped smile and nodded.

You asked him again "Are you sure? I mean I'm kinda thinking someone's jealous" with a smirk.

He stared back at you, he held your head and got it close to him, you gasped and your breathing got heavier and he said "I. Said. I'm. Alright." You were so intimidated and you felt it's so hot at the same time. You sat back and said "Its alright to feel like that you know, but just to clear things up he's just my friend, and I don't think about him that way, I already have someone on my mind".

He smirked at this and asked "Oh really?, who is this someone that's on your mind?"

You smirk at him and just when you're about to confess it's Lee-______

You hear a loud screech of woman from the hall, which causes both of you look at each other and go inside to check, but Han runs outside and holds Minho's hand and says "You will not believe but please don't go in there, please".

Minho asks "Wtf is going on in there?!"

Han replies in a trembling voice "You may think I'm stupid, but trust me, if I'm not wrong those are Zombies". You and Lee Know just give each other puzzled looks. You say "Bullshit Han, tell us what's happening inside, my family and friends are in there!!!!".

You hear almost like an animalistic roar from inside. Your start to realize. No no no this can't be happening. Your parents. Your sister. Your best friend. All the people close to you. They're in there. You spot the group of boys all sweaty and shocked in the backyard. Lee Know looks at you and reads your expression.

People are starting to enter the backyard. Lee Know cups your cheeks and says "Hey hey Y/N look at me, everything is okay I'm sure about it, everyone is fine okay don't worry".

You're terrified. You start walking really fast towards the door, you know you can save them, they're alright. You know it. But Minho pulls you back, and says "Y/N no! Please listen to me, don't go there".

You finally shout in a trembling voice "MINHO MY FAMILY IS IN THERE!!!"

"Y/N NO PLEASE TRUST ME!!! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!! I CAN'T LOSE YOU. NOT NOW GOD DAMMIT!!!" Minho shouts back.

Your eyes start to get blurry and then, you see it, with your own eyes. It punches the door and its hand falls off. Your eyes go wide and before you even know it Lee Know pulls you and starts to run, you somehow manage to remove those stupid heels while tripping a little bit. You start to run faster along with Minho and the boys ahead of you.

You look back, you cursed yourself for doing that because you saw Jungkook getting bitten by that disgusting rotten creature. You scream so loud that the creature turns looks at you, and starts to run towards you.

Minho looks at you and says "Y/N calm down, we're almost there, c'mon".

You finally see the door open and run out with everyone.

And oh boy a whole lot of zombies surrounds y'all. Somehow you, Lee Know and the boys with some other people have managed to escape from that crowd.

~ Timeskip ~

It's been 3 whole months or atleast what you think since the creatures have invaded the earth. They bite you, and you become one of them in a matter of 15 minutes. If you're strong enough you can stay a human for atleast 1 hour, but not more than that.

Thankfully, You, Minho, Hyunjin, Bang Chan, Seungmin, Jeongin, Changbin, Han and Felix had survived the wedding and ran off. You stayed in an abandoned shop for 1 month and decided to move since y'all were 9 people and the space wasn't enough. Y'all started to run out of food day by day and decided to starve yourselves, which wasn't good. All of you had found items to fight off the zombies.

The whole bunch was scared including you. You still never had your first kill though because Minho was always beside you and when something came up he would fight the creature off or cut off it's head with his axe. You carried around a Baseball bat and felt it was useless since you never fought any zombie and just stood like a coward if any of the creature approached you. You started to feel like a burden and it made you feel ridiculous.

All of you had decided to move to another small place which was probably a tiny restaurant. The boys had locked up the place by putting down the shutters and nailing a bunch of wooden slabs on the transparent glass of the restaurant for safety.

You gasped and swung your bat after you felt a hand on your shoulder brining you back from your thoughts. Thankfully Minho ducked at the right time and said,

"Hey hey hey, calm down Y/N it's just me". For which you gave a sigh of relief and apologised to him.

He told you that they were gonna go out and look for a place for food since y'all were running low again.

"I'll come along too, please". You said.

"Y/N no please, I can't lose you. I can't risk looking away for a second and you getting taken away from me". He said.

"Minho please I can protect myself, please just let me come along, I wanna help". You pleaded.

He just let's out a huff and says "Alright, but please be careful".

Bang Chan and Han come towards you both all ready with their weapons. Chan speaks up and says "C'mon guys, there's no time to waste, we gotta go now".

You get up from you seat and look down at your dress and decide to tear off the expensive material hanging from your thighs that has already been torn and ruined.

You take your baseball bat and look at the boys and notice that they were staring at your legs. Minho takes notice and pulls you close to him and says "Let's go guys, and hope that we survive while coming back". Han laughs nervously and says,

"YEAH, LETS SPILL SOME ZOMBIE BLOOD BABY"

At which y'all laugh, all the other boys wish you good luck and remind you to be careful.

So, now all 4 of you are walking down the empty road looking puzzled and wondering where the zombies are. "Maybe they thought we're scary and ran away" Han says at which Chan scoffs and says "If that was the case they wouldn't attack us in the first place" at which Han just nods in agreement.

After walking a little further Minho looks into his GPS on Google Maps and tells you to stop and says that there is a convenience store very closeby. Y'all decide to go there and when you reach there, oh boy there were so many of those creatures in there and they were hoarded in one particular spot.

Chan looks at this and says "This is brilliant" and Minho asks with a confused look "What do you mean?".

Chan replies "Look all of them are distracted by something, so while they are hoarded in one place like that, we can go and collect whatever we get and sprint off from there". Y'all agree to this and do whatever you're told.

You're still pretty scared while you enter very slowly into the store. You team with Minho, and Chan and Han team up and decide to go the other side. You start collecting whatever you see, and so does Minho. From towels to small candy bars and battery cells.

Suddenly you hear something shift on the other side of the stand and look over at Minho who has noticed it too. Your hand starts trembling while Minho comes next to you and signals a finger to his mouth whispering a small "sh".

Minho moves the tissue box very slowly and gives a sigh of relief once he does, you get confused and look over to see that its just Chan holding his knife ready to attack thinking you're a zombie too.

Y'all tell each other to stay safe while you go to the other section of the store, and start picking up everything randomly, since you need to leave soon.

As you're putting the huge Skittles packet in the cart, you look down to see a hand reaching out to hold your leg. You get so terrified but thankfully you suppress your scream and squeak to call Minho but can't spot him. Your eyes go wide and run to get away from the creature as fast as you can.

Thank God you spot Han and go hug him from behind at which he let's out a squeak and you cover his mouth immediately to avoid drawing attention. Han looks at you and looks at what your finger points at and unfortunately he drops the glass bottle of kimchi from his hand.

Chan and Minho come running towards you and Minho almost skids to see what happened and boy oh boy. There were atleast 15 zombies surrounding you and Han. Both you and Han look at Chan and Minho and run toward them and somehow one of the Zombie grabs your hand, but thanks to your reflexes you swing your baseball bat and hit 4 Zombies by literally knocking out their brains at once and run towards Minho and hug him without realizing you literally killed 4 zombies with just a swing of your bat.

Minho looks down at you and says "You had your first 4 kills" with a shocked face and you start to realize and just open your mouth in shock and look behind to see and that's what had happened.

You decide to be brave and join Chan in killing all those Zombies with Minho and Han joining in too.

You start to notice how good you're getting at this and just for a second when you look away to see how Minho's doing, a hand grabs forcefully at your hair and yanks your head back. You scream in pain and look over at Minho for help and see that he is already charging at the zombie to cut off his head into pieces while mumbling "Don't you dare touch her you fucking shit" and he's running towards you to save you, you start to notice the creature's bad breath is so close to your neck and realize that its gonna bite you.

Thankfully Minho takes a hold of you and yells at you to duck while he cuts of its head and it falls to the ground. You hug Minho tightly and pant heavily into his chest while he just soothes out your hair in a way to comfort you.

With just one look to each other all of you decide to leave the place before anything bad happens and take your carts and sprint off.

After you reach back to your survival place with all the stuff you had, the boys get really happy to see all kinds of yummy food and you just smile at them.

You go to Minho and give him a hug but he pushes you away. You look puzzled and ask him what's the reason he did that. "Hey what's wrong with you" you ask.

"What's wrong with me is it?, C'mon Y/N I told you it's not safe for you out there but you being a stubborn ass wanted to tag along and almost got yourself killed and turned into a zombie by one of those fuckers, do you have any idea how fucking scared I was? NO you only care about what you want!" He yells and walks away.

You're shocked at his words and you realize that tears are already falling down your cheeks. All your insecurities start to hit you at once and you realize that how you're just adding upto their number and how much of a burden you are to them.

Its been atleast 30 minutes with you sitting on one of the table and chairs playing with a knife in your hand and deep in thought still thinking about what Minho had told you.

You don't even notice him coming and sitting beside you. He puts his head on your shoulder and kisses it and you're drawing you away from your thoughts.

He looks at you and says "I'm so so so sorry, I promise I dint mean any of that, I just wanted to keep you safe that's it, please forgive me".

You start to speak "No Minho, you're right. I'm sorry, I'm being such a burden right now, it's better if I just die. Imagine, y'all can do so much better without me. You don't have to protect a cowa-"

Minho covers your mouth with his hand and cuts you off by saying in a very concerned voice "Y/N, no no no you're not a burden to us, you were never a burden to us. I don't know if you thought about this when I yelled at you or if it was there on your mind for a long time but let me tell you one thing. Without Y/N, Minho is absolutely nothing. I don't what I would do without you. You give me so much confidence and strength just by your presence and no you're not a coward, if you were a coward you couldn't have killed all those Zombies in the store or ran off with us on the wedding day. It takes guts to leave your family Y/N, and I could never do that. That's what makes me wanna protect you. You don't have anyone but still at this point you care so much about me".

You're tears just keep streaming down and you're shocked at his words. "I love you Minho" you say. Minho just looks down and blushes so hard and looks away while smiling. "I love you too" he replies back and closes the space between you two and you share the best kiss of your life.

No you don't care if an apocalypse is going on right now. All you care about is that you have Minho and your friends with you. As long as they're safe and you're with Minho, you're happy. You did leave your parents, but if that day if you had left Minho's hand and ran off then it was sure that you would get bit too. It's all in the past. Right now all that matters to you is Minho and your friends.

The End.

A/N: Oh my god guys this is so cringe 😂😂. I'm so sorry if you dint like it I tried my best. But thank you so much for reading it tho :)). Love ya.

[moonschild09]

BTS Reaction: Putting it in the wrong hole (Ouch 😬)

(Credit to the person for producing the hilarious idea to me went on a bit longer than I expected but oh well. Can’t complain about quality in writing am I right?)

Jin:

You and Jin were finally having some time alone, all the boys were gone. There was no schedule or anything to follow for the week. Jin and you were acting in the heat of the moment, shameless sex in the living room. You were on all fours facing away from Jin.

"You ready to take my cock princess?" he smirked stroking his shaft slowly while rubbing his thumb along your pussy lips coating you completely to just ram into you raw. "Fuck Jin hurry up, baby I can't take this any longer." you whined.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK!" you screamed immediately feeling a slightly stinging pain from your ass, you jolted quickly jumping off the sofa. “SEOKJIN!!” you pouted grabbing your robe to cover up.

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry! I just closed my eyes and went in!" Jin exclaimed the horrible mistake he just made. "INTO MY ASS!?" you yelled. "It hurt Jin!" you sat hugging a pillow to your stomach. "Hey, in that case, we can finally try anal." he laughed embarrassed and rubbing the back of his neck.

Suga:

You and Yoongi were both sleeping. That is until you moved a tad bit, your back was already facing him to start. Now your ass which the only coverage provided was a simple thong. It was nearing daylight and Yoongi was already turning hard. He hissed from the contact and grabbed your waist. "You are in so much trouble kitten, take that thong off now." He grumbled softly, his voice raspy and deep. His voice was always sexy to you, but this was the icing on the cake.

Immediately you followed orders and tossed your thong to the floor. Yoongi was already in position arm wrapped around you pulling you close. "Get ready for this dick babydoll." you could feel the smirk pulling across his lips as he skillfully rubbed your clit in circles. He groaned out happy with hearing the wet squelching sounds of your arousal coating your pussy. Yoongi had now aligned himself as he lifted your hips upwards, and slowly pushing inside. "Huh, this feels different." he huffed softly against your ear, only half awake. Pushing himself further inside.

You felt a trigger of pain as what you would think a 'force of entry' looks like in the bedroom. "MIN YOONGI! THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT HOLE!" you squealed loudly pushing away from him. "Shit sorry baby.. maybe we should do anal since I was almost in 'Uranus' technically." he sat up adjusting himself.

"That is so not fucking funny" you sighed and playfully punched him for his failed attempt to one, fuck you, and two, make a pun.

Namjoon:

Namjoon had invited you to 'shower' with him, this just means its time for sex. Alone and without any of the boys around to pop in or interrupt the mood. Your back was against the wall as he practically finger fucked you, three fingers delved into your wet dripping cunt. "Fuck daddy that's enough. I want you now." you groaned softly as he stopped and began biting and sucking on your neck like a vampire starving for blood.

"I thought you wanted to go slow angel, but since your being straightforward with me. I'll give you what you want." he chuckled darkly turning you and pinning you against the wall. Both of your bodies were covered in soap and body wash. "Fuck Namjoon, please put it in" you mewled. He was being a tease rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb. "Okay fine, stop begging angel." he chuckled and closed his eyes.

Namjoon thought he was rightly aligned with your wet swollen pussy. Turns out his sense of direction was just as worse as his ways of destruction. He pushed himself inside. "Why is it so tight babe, damn. Has it been that long?" he sighed. "Namjoon!! that's my ass you idiot!" you cried out in pain as he quickly pulled away from you. "God damn it, I almost destroyed my wifey" he laughed and leaned against the wall. "I would have died if you got that huge thing inside completely." you hissed. "Sorry babe" he pouted as he rested his head on your boobs.

Hoseok:

"Fu-Fuck, baby." you moaned softly as Hoseok was skillfully fingering you and eating you out like a starved beast. "Mmm." he hummed lips pressed tightly around your clit causing you to squeal out and pull his hair. "Hoseok!" you panted as you came, him collecting your cum and arousal with his newly freed fingers and coated you completely making sure you were wet enough to take his large shaft.

"You ready for me princess?" he smirked stripping himself free of his restraints. A white t-shirt, and hunter green shorts. Hoseok immediately climbed back on the bed. His member now rock hard. "Fuck y/n I love you" he smiled kissing you deeply. You giggled and kissed him back, grabbing a hold of his member and pumping it quickly gently squeezing some pre-cum out to coat him entirely.

Once the heated make-out session was over he immediately expected his cock to be aligned with your swollen cunt, sadly Hoseok was mistaken. He quickly plunged himself raw into you. "FUCK OWW!!" you yelled at the top of your lungs kicking him off of you. "Shit baby! What's that about!" he yelled back panicking. "You almost went fully in my ass!" you hissed. "Hey, not my fault!. It wants what it wants!" he joked gesturing to his member. "You are officially a fool." you shook your head and started getting dressed.

Taehyung:

You had to bring your amazing boyfriend home from an extravagant yet raunchy party, both of you dressed to impress. Taehyung smacked your ass watching your curvy yet tiny frame in your tight black cocktail dress. You both walked from the elevator to your shared apartment. He was half-assed drunk and at this moment down to fuck. "I wAnna BuRRy tHIS bIG CoCK inSIde yOUU" You sighed and laughed at him because he was being so cheeky and frank about it. "Okay cheeky bastard." you giggled opening the apartment door and gently pulling him inside to sit him on the sofa. Once you turned around to place both your heels and his dress shoes onto the rack by the front door, Taehyung began his usual drunk stripping, throwing his clothes around. You turned back surprised and happy he handled stripping down on his own.

"Whoa okay Taehung, babe. Please calm down." you squealed as he pulled you and pushed you down on the sofa ripping your favorite yet extremely expensive Versace dress he surprised you with a few birthdays ago. "Tae!" you yelled as he attacked your neck and began rubbing your clit with his thumb. "Y-Yah stop!" you moaned.

He was definitely working at a faster pace than you were, he made you wet. However not wet enough. Tae kneeled before you aligning himself with what his drunk mind had thought was your cunt. Quickly pushing himself into whatever was able to accept his massive 'Jungle' cock as he had called it so many times during sex. "OW KIM TAEHYUNG!!" you groaned out in pain thumping him on his forehead. "Oww! Y/n what the fuck!" he growled softly snapping out of his drunken notions. "THAT'S MY ASSHOLE YOU ASSHOLE!! AND FOR MY DRESS!" you huffed sitting up on the sofa.

Jimin:

Jimin and you were both prepared for what you both deemed as date/sex night. Due to no one being home to rudely interrupt your fun. Jimin figured since it's every so often you both are able to do your dirty work, why not make every time all the more interesting. He and you would take turns introducing new sexual positions, toys, lubricants, etc. and this night it was his turn to bring his new idea to the table.

"Okay kitten, you ready?" Jimin smiled hiding the new 'addition' to tonight's fun. "Of course I'm ready baby.. whatcha got for me now?" you giggle watching him as he pulled out a squeezy bottle. "I found edible strawberry Lube." he blushed and chuckled "I figured we could use it." he smiled kissing you deeply already working you out of your clothes as you did his.

The both of you fully naked and all lubed up, Jimin was rubbing your clit in circles and fingering you with 3 digits. "Wow this stuff smells good, why don't you taste it, baby?" Jimin smirked holding his fingers up to you, all covered up in lube and your juices you gladly took his 3 fingers in your mouth. "Mmm." you hummed.

"Ass up baby." he smiled smacking your ass roughly and sitting up on his knees as you did what you were told. Aligning himself with you. Jimin's hands completely covered in the flavored lubricant guiding himself until he fucked up. Pushing himself into the wrong place. "Ow Oww Owww!" you screeched moving away as quickly as possible once you felt the slightly painful stretch. "Oh shit!, I'm so sorry my love!" he pouted hugging you. "It was the lube." he pouted as his idea had failed him this time tonight.

Jungkook:

You and Jungkook were spending some quality time together at the dance studio, he was helping you practice for your college showcase in a few weeks. He and Hoseok planning the choreo for you and then having Jung teach you when you two had time alone. Except something else was a little more important. Lights off, the blinds on the door pulled down and locked down tight.

You both were extremely immersed in a fully heated make-out session sitting on the floor. Slowly stripping one another of your sweatpants, shirts, and sneakers. Jungkook delving himself into your dripping needy pussy that was aching for his tongue and his touch. His hand caressing one of your boobs while the other held you down from moving at any rate from him eating you out. "Kook, please I need more" you writhed a tad under his hands. "Mmm." he looked up, lifting his head from between your thick welcoming thighs. "You want this cock baby?" he asked teasingly. "God yes, I want your cock inside me Jung." you whined in between breaths. "Okay, fine by me baby girl." he chuckled pulling u toward him slender waist between your legs, abs covered in sweat.

There he went, ready to plunge his hard pulsating cock into your warm wet pussy. He swore he was perfectly aligned thanks to his hardness, but he couldn't ever be so wrong. He pushed himself inside, the head of his cock a perfect shade of pink, swollen enough to open you up. Until he went straight for it.

"OH, MY GOD!! JUNGKOOK OW!" you screamed immediately once you felt a stinging/burning sensation from the stretch, scooting yourself to sit up. "What happened baby?!" he panicked. "That was my ass!" you pouted hugging your sweater over your exposed upper half. "Fuck me, I'm sorry baby does it hurt a lot?" he pouted pulling you into his arms.

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Okay I truly think I had way too much fun writing this. I was laughing and typing at the same time 😂😂. Enjoy it though. Much love.

-Stephanie 🖤

[what-even-is-thiss]

Fic, You Don't Know Everything

@ts-sideblog requested a fic about Logic getting mad when the others know things that he doesn’t. Let’s see where this goes.

Forgive me for using google translate, by the way. English is the only language I’m native level in and I’m only at ILR level 1 with high German.

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Fic under the cut. 2,093 words. I can’t think of any warnings. Let me know if I should add some. I’m bad with warnings but really feel I should get better because I myself need them for certain things. Please let me know if I should add a warning.

Abstract: Being basically one dimensional aspects of a three dimensional personality, the sides tend to be slightly territorial. Especially Logan, who can’t seem to comprehend anyone stepping out of their assigned role, even though he does so at times.

Logic was checking through his flashcards.

“German? Der Prinz ist dumm. Yes,”

He flipped to the next one. “Arabic. Al'amir ghabi. Yes,”

“Hey Logan! What’re you up to?”

Logic did not look up from his cards. “Not now, Morality. It is none of your concern,”

Patton watched him go down the hall. Logic didn’t notice the stupid Prince approaching.

“Dutch. Die prins is dom,”

“That would be Afrikaans, actually. There is a difference,”

Logic looked up to see if it was who he thought it was. Unfortunately, it was.

“Oh. Hello Roman,”

The silence between them became thick enough to cut with a knife. Logic’s eyes looked everywhere but the regal figure that was blocking his way. Roman’s arms were crossed and he looked at Logic with a cold stare that could drill through rock. After a solid half minute of this uncomfortable arrangement, Logan cleared his throat.

“So, you speak Afrikaans as well?”

“I am the imagination, Logan. I can speak any language I want, even if Thomas does not speak it,”

Roman pushed Logic against the wall and walked past him. Suddenly Logic understood how Thomas had played so many villains in plays. He then willed a trash can into existence and dumped the flash cards into it.

Any language? He could not believe this. He decided to go to a library within the mind space. That was where all the facts and practical ideas were kept. That was his space.

He decided to take refuge in the fiction library. Perhaps he could revisit the plot of an old epic or mystery novel. When he got there however, he found he was not alone.

“Hey,” said Anxiety, hanging upside down off a table reading from a book of works by Edgar Allan Poe.

Logic was slightly taken aback. “Anxiety, why are you here? This is my space. And… I have no memory of having ever read that,”

“You and Princey aren’t the only ones around here that like poetry, pocket protector. Besides, I like this guy. There’s no hope in anything. Everything is creepy. He knows the truth,”

“We have read the works of Edgar Allan Poe?” Logic asked, still not believing it.

“You don’t have all the information, Logan.”

Logan started talking quickly. “Anxiety, that is complete and utter nonsense. I am the mind. I am where the information is stored. How could any of you possibly have any information that I do not?”

Anxiety turned himself around until he sat upright. and then swayed slightly as the blood rushed out of his head.

“Oh, wow. Okay,” he finally righted himself.

“How long were you hanging upside down?” Logan asked, slightly concerned.

“Too long. Here, you want answers? Read this page. Even a literal idiot like you can figure it out. I’ve got somewhere to be,”

Anxiety shoved the open book into Logic’s chest, waited for him to get a grip on on it, and then sunk out of the library.

Logic looked down at the page Anxiety had left open. It had parts of two long poems on it and one short one. Sonnet-To Science.

Roman was walking angrily through a forest he had imagined, hacking at bushes and trees angrily with his katana. Today had not been a good day. He was experiencing a horrid case of writer’s block, he was generally feeling distracted, and then he had heard wind of Logic’s little project from Thomas and it had turned out to be true. On an ordinary day he might not be so bothered by it, but right now he was fuming.

Prince was just about to attempt to cut off a branch with one hack, when Anxiety popped out in front of him.

“Hey, Princey,” Anxiety said, an evil smirk on his face.

Roman screamed a surprisingly high pitched scream and fell over. The forest blinked away and they were standing in his room. A clean bright space with a large double bed and rich decorations that could convince you that you were in pre revolutionary France.

“What in the name of Hades’ helmet are you doing? I nearly killed you!” Roman cried out, clutching at his heart.

“Ah, cut it with the dramatics, Hercules. I’m here because you’re pissed. I thrive under these conditions. So much inner turmoil,”

Roman stood up. “So you are here to make it worse. This is why I do not like you. Well, it is among many reasons why I do not like you,”

“Oh, really? Well if you can spend two minutes of your stupid, ‘happy ever after’ existence being serious, I’ve got an idea,”

Roman looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m bored, you’re pissed, let’s mess with Logan. If we can disguise it properly, I’ll bet we can get dad in on it too. He’s pretty gullible,”

Roman sheathed his sword.

“That would not be a noble thing to do,” He said simply.

Anxiety buttered his words with sweet venom. “C’mon, man. I know you fantasize about being the villain too. It can’t always be me. When Thomas plays the bad guy we’re both right up on stage with him. You know it’s true,”

Roman narrowed his eyes and gave Anxiety a side glance. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

Logic’s mind was racing. He jumped from one book to the next, picking up facts here and there. How could any of them know something he didn’t? It made no sense. Nothing around here made sense. If Thomas knew something, then Logan must know it too, right?

He thought back to when Morality had corrected him a few months before. Was he making mistakes like that all the time? Did he just say wrong words left and right? He decided to take a breather. It was almost dinner time anyways.

Anxiety smirked and sunk down away from the library and appeared back in Roman’s room.

“So?” Roman asked, “did you find anything?”

“Oh yeah. He’s worried that he’s using malapropisms. He’s also upset that we know things that he doesn’t. Now if we can…”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Huh?”

“That word. What was that word?”

Anxiety looked confused. “Malapropism?”

“Yes, that one,”

“Oh man. Maybe this was a bad idea. Yeah, this was a bad idea. A malapropism is the misuse of big complicated words, you dingus,”

The prince looked offended. “Did… Did you just make fun of the size of my vocabulary and then call me a dingus?”

“I’ve said before that creativity is not my department. Now are you ready to hit the books or what?”

The next day Logic found the prince sitting on an armchair reading a book of myths.

“Ah, Prince. I was just looking for you. We have… What is that book?”

“Oh, this? These are the Norse myths we have read. Fascinating tales. Ah, stories of death and blood and giants. True poetry,”

“I do not believe we have read that many,” Logic said

“That is where you are wrong. We have read all of them. Every surviving story we could get our hands on. Did you think I only read fairy tales, Logan?”

Logic had forgotten what he was going to ask the prince. He angrily walked away without a word.

Later, he found himself in the kitchen in search of a snack. Patton was there baking a cake.

“Hey there, Logan! What are you up to?” Patton asked, happily clapping his hands together to remove some of the flour.

Logic saw that some flour had gotten on his black shirt and began to hit it in an attempt to get it off. “Would you refrain from getting flour all over the kitchen? And why are you baking anyways? Wheat products are incredibly unhealthy,”

Morality smiled and started mixing the batter with a spoon. “Oh, I doubt it’ll kill ya teach. People have been using flour for over eight thousand years and we’re still all here, right?”

Logic took a double take. “Eight thousand years? Are you certain? I do not remember learning that,”

“Well sure. I’ve got some fun facts up my sleeve too ya know,”

He gave Logic a playful punch on the shoulder with his flour covered hand, leaving a white smear behind. Logic suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Later, Logic was writing down some of his ideas for the newest video when Anxiety popped up.

“You’re worried about something,” Anxiety said.

“And what, pray tell, am I so worried about?” Logic asked as he jotted down some more things on his notepad.

“Circumlocution and malapropisms,” Anxiety said before disappearing without any explaination.

Logic looked up just after Anxiety teleported away.

“What does that mean?” He said, a little too loudly.

Logan stormed into the reference library and opened a dictionary. Roman and Patton had been bringing up stories and facts he had never heard of all day, and now Anxiety had used two words that he did not know the definitions of.

“Circumlocution. The use of many words where fewer would do. When did we learn this?”

He flipped to another page. “Malaprop. The mistaken use of a word in place of a similar-sounding one. Well, I suppose Anxiety was right, but where did he learn those words?”

Roman was listening at a vent with a recording device he had imagined. Morality was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Anxiety was leaning against the wall, hood up, cleaning his nails.

Soon, morality couldn’t hold his excitement any longer. “What’s happening in there? Can you tell?”

Roman listened carefully. “He is ranting to himself. Anxiety, just how confused is he?”

Anxiety started peeling off a bit of nail that had gotten too long. “Imagine rehearsing for ten weeks thinking you’re going to be playing an Antipholus in the comedy of errors only to find you’ve actually been cast as Troy in a stage play of high school musical the day before final dress rehearsal,”

“Very confused would have done,” Said Roman. “How did we pull that off so fast?”

“Do you know what I am?” Asked Anxiety. “I am literally fear. Seriously, do I have to tell you how to add two plus three? I know what I’m doing, Princey,”

“And he is doing a great job!” Patton exclaimed.

“He is coming this way!” Roman announced.

They all vanished before Logan turned the corner.

“Something is happening. Think. Deductive reasoning. This is what you were made for,” Logic said to himself.

Anxiety heard a knock on his door. Yeah, he knew this was a bad idea. He decided to see what would happen if he just didn’t answer.

Logic threw open the door anyways and stepped inside where he immediately tripped and fell over a pile of black skinny jeans and t-shirts.

“Do you have any kind of organization system?” Logan said, angrily getting up.

“What? Not an emotionless robot today, Spock?” Anxiety asked.

Logan gritted his teeth. An angry teacher with messy hair and a look that deadly in his eyes would probably have at least slightly disturbed someone else. However, given how many problems Anxiety caused, he had seen almost every kind of reaction from the others so this did not surprise him one bit.

“Why are you all spitting information at me? That is my job!”

Anxiety leaned against his headboard and put his hands behind his head.

“It’s quite simple, Sherlock. You have been unbearable lately, and you refuse to accept that there are facts, words, and stories that don’t have to do with you. So, with a bit of reading, and a little help from me, Princey and dad gave you one of the most frustrating days of your life,”

Logic took a breath and straightened out his hair.

“I still think you are all trying to do my job. You are all inconsequential. You will see! I know more than all of you combined,”

Logic went off to one of the libraries. Anxiety smiled and murmured to himself after he left. “Never said you didn’t, Mr. Know-it-all,”

In case you were curious about that poem Anxiety shoved at Logic:

Sonnet-To Science, By Edgar Allan Poe

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!   Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,   Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,   Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,   Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,   And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star?   Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?