#isaac x edward

[xmymelosmile]

While I was watching a film, I got an idea for Isward angst/fluff.

if I go exactly based on the film, it's suppose to be Edward cheating on Isaac but I had enough angst from the movie itself so I made it into fluff.

ahem

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It's been 2 weeks since Isaac and Edward got together. They had few fights but nothing serious, mostly abt Isaac's routines.

They have a pretty good going relationship for now. Until Isaac and Chris got in a little fight, ( He tried sharing how he felt about Chris being with Nevin since Error suggested that it would be good to tell him what he feels towards the whole thing ) and Drew wasn't at school today.

After this whole thing, Isaac had to deal with Edward's fan girls. Ink tried ignoring them at first since his day wasn't going well anyway. One of the girls said "Do you really think Edward loves you? You are just another one of his partners!"

That made Isaac snaps because it went too far. "DONT you dare calling me that!" he pushed the girl so he can get out of there ASAP.

The artist went to Edward, who was talking with his cronies "Hey knife nerd!" Cody greeted him. Isaac just cling his fingers into Edward's hand which made him confused but held it back anyway.

After few seconds he recognized the sign Isaac was giving him "Hey uh, me and Isaac are going to be late for the next class, so we will go." and like that he excused himself from further conversations.

While they were walking, Edward turned his head to Isaac and asked. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" It took few seconds to answer but Isaac nobbed.

Ed brought them to the lair and locked the door so no one could disturb them.

They sat on one of the bean bags and Ink snuggled into the taller embrace. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, I just want to spend some time with you..." Edward understood he didn't want to talk. Maybe guessed that the exchanging between him and Chris didn't end well. "Do you need something?"

He cling into him more and Isaac kissed him on the cheek which sent Edward in complete blush mess but he returned it soon after, on the lips. "No, just this."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

( they skipped the last class and went straight to Isaac's place to cuddle more. )

[nevinbeamer]

The incident? 1/? ( On a working title)

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It had been a couple of months since Isaac and Edward had an incident at a party edward threw. They weren't on speaking terms, more like edward was acting way more strange than usual and isaac wasn't going to bring this change up to him because he just assumed it was part of Edwards behavior. These thoughts ran through isaac's head as he unlocked his locker to grab a history book he should have in his bag but he prefers having more important things in his bag rather than school work. "Heyyy Isaac " a small figure said as they closed isaac's locker. "Drew.." Isaac started but couldn't finish over drew talking "So there's this new kid in our class and he kind of reminded me of you and-" Isaac responded with a hum of agreement as the rest of Drews talking became faded and his eyes attention focused on a figure walking on the opposite end of the hall. He noticed it was a familar face, it was Edward. Him and Edward made eye contact for an portion of a second before Edward sped up his walking. Isaac thought "strange" but didn't care enough to continue on that thought.

The end of the day came soon and drew and him were suppose to walk home together, drew wanted to make it a regular thing for some reason. Isaac waited awhile before getting a message from Drew, reading: " Nevin fell outside on the icy sidewalk and got injured so I took him home sorryy see you tomorrow " Isaac reacted to Drew's message with a thumbs up and walked home alone. Isaac walked the route to get home, before having a strange overwhelming feeling of someone following him. "God, am I going to get jumped by Edwards goons again" Isaac thought as sped up his walking hoping to lose his probably soon to be attacker. The figure tried to put their hand on isaacs shoulder but before they could Isaac pepper sprayed them, as they screamed in agony, he backed away, once he was a safe distance he turned to see his attacker. Isaac gave a flat expression when he realized who his attacker was, Edward. Isaac did not regret his actions even if he knew Edward. "You deserve that who creeps on someone like that" Isaac said annoyed."WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!" Edward yelled on his knees, trying not to rub his eyes. "self defense" Isaac said as he yanked Edward up and pulled him, walking with him. "Where are you taking me? " Edward questioned. Isaac didn't reply to his question. Edward couldn't see anything obviously with eyes closed but he could feel them walking on the sidewalk. Then he felt Isaac set him down on his knees on grass. Before Edward could even process where he was, Isaac had already turned on the hose and sprayed at Edward. " YOU FUCKIN- " his complaints getting cut off by Isaac spraying at him. "What?" He said chocking out a laugh, pretending to act like he didn't hear Edward. Finally after what felt like forever Isaac turned off the water to reveal a very angry and soaked Edward. " Is it out of you're eyes yet?" Isaac asked unempathically. Before Edward replied he looked at his surroundings to see they we're outside of Isaac's apartment complex. Finally he replied with "Shut up", he attempted to walk towards Isaac." Hey keep your distance" Isaac said threatening his pepper spray. He knew Edward would not let him go after watering him down the way he did. Edward backed away a bit " alright whatever just stop pointing that at me" Isaac put his pepper spray down but didn't put it away in case. "Now what do you want" Isaac asked crossing his arms. Edward got a bit uncomfortable and put his hand on the back of his neck " could we talk somewhere more private?" He asked nervously. Isaac raised an eyebrow "sure, if you try anything you are getting the pepper spray out of your own eyes" he said flaty. "Whatever" Edward replied. Isaac wasn't very trusting so he let Edward led to where they would privately talk.

Edward led them to a near by park. Edward sat on a bench while Isaac stood at a safe distance. Edward sat their quietly for a couple of minutes before Isaac asked " soo???" " What are we? " Edward asked nervously looking down at ground. "I don't know what do you think?" Isaac asked in a mellow tone voice. " Well after we kissed I thought that uhh um I don't FUCKIN KNOW" he yelled in frustration, his hands on his head still staring at the ground. Isaac didn't say anything and continued to let Edward let out the frustration. After awhile he asked " do you like me or something um." Do you like me?" Isaac replied. " WHY DO YOU KEEP REPLYING TO MY QUESTIONS WITH A QUESTION!??" he yelled annoyed. Isaac didn't reply and Edward ended up blurting out"GODDAMNIT OKAYIDOCOULDYOUJUSTGIVEANACTUALRESPONSE!!Isaac replied to that by grabbing Edwards chin and signaling with his eyes to Edwards mouth. Edward was so red he hummed a yes. Isaac gave him a long peck before giving him a flat expression. "I assume that we both understand?" Isaac said, his hand still on Edwards chin. Edward hummed another yes and with that Isaac gave him another peck. They both stood there for awhile, still pecking, eventually rain poured in and they both ran to Isaacs apartment for cover.

Isaac definitely tripped Edward a couple of times on the way there but Edward was way too cold to notice it. Isaac threw a towel over Edwards head and edward dried his hair with it. "Jeez are you always going to be like this even in a relationship?" Edward said sarcastically. Isaac replied to that by grab the ends of the towel and pulling them towards himself and hushing Edward. Edward stayed so still because of how new this was all to him. Isaac leaned into Edward mouth but at the last second pulling down the towel on Edward and laughing. "SERIOUSLY ISAAC!???" Edward yelled in embarrassment. " Pff I'm not kissing you, you're wet!" He said. " Also has anyone told you that you look like a wet dog?" He said snickering. " FIRST you are wet too! Second, UGH, SHUT UP THATS SO IRRELEVANT!!" Edward yelled.

"You're just mad because I won't kiss you " Isaac said drying his hair with another towel. " Just shut up" Edward said pushing Isaac.

Once they both finally dried up they laid on Isaacs bed staring at the ceiling. " So are we really going to this?" Edward asked. " You ask to many questions" Isaac said yawing and closing his eyes. Edward was only left with his thoughts. His thoughts turned from questions on how him and Isaac would work to, if he was sure? Was Isaac the one? He shook his head before the questions grew. He turned his head to look at Isaac who was napping. Maybe it was okay, maybe Isaac and him would be okay. This wasn't so bad as he initially thought so it must be a sign of things turning for the good. It was okay. He was okay. Edward turned his head back to the ceiling and fell asleep but the feeling of doubt didn't fade and this same feeling would his enemy until there was no more of him left.

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( This took way too long ☠️)

[lalaverdecia]

It’s official y’all, but here’s what needs to happen. (I’m looking at you @neil-gaiman)

Aziraphale and Crowley just need to freakin talk to each other about their feelings and become an official couple already. Will it be difficult? Yes. Will emotions be high? Yes. But I KNOW things will work out between them, IF THEY JUST USE THEIR WORDS. It’s happened before:

Our Flag Means Death

Stede and Ed? They talked.

And they got together.

Supernatural

Dean and Castiel? They talked. (Before Cas gets sent to the Empty but let’s just assume he and Dean talked it out after Dean arrived in heaven.)

Ghosts (US)

Isaac and Nigel? They’ve talked.

And they got together. They’re even engaged! Two 250 year old ghosts!

In summary, these two ineffable idiots need to talk to each other and become ineffable husbands. OFFICIALLY.

[otakusparkle]

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[honeybunniii333]

NEVIN BIG BROTHER INSTINCT

Nevin knew at times he could be overbearing, and he wished he didn't have to be. But Drew somehow always managed to get himself into trouble. Which was why, despite his dislike for the people Drew was choosing to surround himself (and also partially because Chris was going), he had decided to join them on their stupid investigation. He had an awful sinking feeling something bad was going to happen. And he knew Drew wouldn't listen to his request for him not to go. So the only remaining option was to suck it up for Drew's sake... and go along. They found themselves in the woods searching for some abandoned place. Nevin didn't really care too much about the details, he was more focused on watching over Drew. He knew Chris was talking to him, but he barely registered what he was saying. " Nevin?...Hey Nev, are you listening?" He looked up at that. "Oh huh? Sorry, what was that?" He asked. "...are you okay?" He asked. "You look kinda.. tense?" He suggested like he wasn't certain if that was the right word. "I'm fine." he insisted firmly. "I just don't trust this..." Chris nodded at that, still seeming worried. He'd learned to pick his battles when it came to Nevin and his issues. There were times to push and times to leave it, and now? Now was definitely not a push moment. Drew looked like he was having fun. Chattering away and excitedly rushing to keep up with the others. God did, Nevin wish he could just be happy that Drew was enjoying himself. He truly did want that... he just, he couldn't trust it.

They'd found it, a large rundown building that looked like it'd fall apart at any moment. Nevin didn't say a word, but he knew Drew saw the look he gave him, and he definitely saw the look Drew returned. He sighed and let himself be herded along into the building by the rest of the group. He decided he'd just stick close, as everyone explored. "It smells like shit in here." Isaac grumbled, his face souring just a little more than usual. "Yep," Ed replied, making a popping noise on the p. "So what exactly are we looking for?" Chris asked "Supposedly theres a super powerful tome hidden here! Louis wants us to get it for him so he can strengthen his magic!" Dez proceeded to yammer on and on excitedly for the next 15 minutes as they explored each floor. Finally they'd arrived at the top floor. The group had split up into two's, Chris and Isaac, Dez and Ed, and Nevin and Drew. As the twins made their way off away from the rest, Nevin finally voiced his concerns. "This is a bad idea, I don't like it here. This place looks like it'll topple any second, Drew." Drew turned around to face the other with a huff. "You think everything is a bad idea! you don't like anything!" he retorted rather hashly. Nevin looker startled for a moment before he pressed again. "I'm just trying to keep you safe, Drew! You shouldn't be messing around with this stuff!"

"YOU SHOULDN'T BE MESSING WITH MY LIFE NEVIN!" he shouted, gaining the attention of everyone there. "Dre-" He started. "NO! no, I'm sick of this, I didn't even want you to come! I knew you'd ruin it! You always ruin everything!" he snapped, and he felt a pang of guilt when he saw the way Nevins face immediately fell at his words. Maybe he'd been a little too harsh.? He adored his brother, but Nevin was just so much sometimes. He could only take so much. Nevin seemed incapable of responding to that, and it seemed he wouldn't be given any time to do so either as one single step from Drew made the ground begin to rumble and give way. Nevin didn't think twice. He never did when it came to Drew "MOVE." he shouted, and before Drew could respond, he'd shoved the other away as hard as he could before the ground gave out at last. Drew coughed and choked on dust as he pushed himself up from where he'd been thrown to the ground. The room was silent as the building settled again. He looked back at the others in a dazed manor, each of their faces a ghostly white, and then as his focus returned to the now caved in floor and the ringing in his ears cleared, it hit him... "N...nev..?" He called out, met with total deafening silence... no... "...NEVIN!?"

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

**Warning(s): mentions of night terrors and bad pasts

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

The manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of insanity on his face the emotionless look in his eyes. He’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed. Sweat beading down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second. The light on the nightstand turned on as your boyfriend sat up in bed. He pulled you in close and held you. “Another night terror? It’s okay. We’re out of that place now and I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” You and your boyfriend had escaped from that place but not without a lot of trials. One included watching your boyfriend almost ascend into madness, the madness you’d worked to overcome together. You knew he loved you, you knew the man you saw that day wasn’t your boyfriend but the nightmares still remained. After a few minutes more of him holding you whispering sweet nothing to you, you both curled up and went back to sleep.

**Might make a horror version of this as well.** sorry for errors I wrote this at midnight. NOT proofread**

[emo-emu64]

Where the Angels Fall

Isaac "Zack" Foster x Reader

Demon AU

"As I walked into my run-down apartment I expected to be greeted by my loving house cat and the hole in the wall left by the previous residents. Instead I found a lost-looking, extraordinarily tall, inhuman, beast of a "man" wandering around, and mumbling something about "fucking humans"."

CW: Blood, gore, murder, weapon imagery, severe injury, canon typical violence, language, creepy men

Read the first chapter here.

Read the second chapter here.

Read the third chapter here.

Dinner and a Show

I was in the kitchen making lunch when angry muttering and cursing began behind me.

"Fuckin' hair, always in my damn face."

I turned my head to find Zack, still sat at the table where I had left him, dramatically blowing his hair out of his face. Grip tight on the pencil I had given him to work on the paper in front of him. I figured that if I was going to teach him to read, it we'd better start with the basics.

"You alright back there?" I called.

"My fuckin' hair won't stay outta my face, and I can't fuckin' see," he grumbled.

I laughed lightly, before disappearing into my room and grabbing a small elastic from my drawer.

"Do you want me to pull your hair up?" I asked as I entered the kitchen, waving the band through the air a bit.

He stared for moment, "Uh, yeah, sure,"

I moved behind his chair, and raked my fingers through his hair. He hummed lowly.

'Soft.'

"I normally just cut it when it starts to get this long."

"Really?" I pulled back his hair and twisted the elastic around it, "I think it looks really good like this."

He paused again, before mumbling a soft, "thanks."

I giggled quietly, before returning to making lunch.

'For a murderous sociopath, he really is just a big softy.'

"Hey what time do we have to leave for dinner tonight?" I really had no details about this dinner party. I hadn't even thought of what to wear.

He looked up from his worksheet and creased his brows. As he did, I was hit with a very sudden realization.

He looked undeniably and unfairly attractive with his hair pulled back.

He pulled me from my thoughts by answering the question that I had honestly forgot I even asked, "Probably like 4:30-ish."

"Alright," I placed a grilled cheese in front of him, "We'll probably need to get showers and get dressed soon then."

He groaned loudly, to which I had jokingly rolled my eyes and laughed, "You are such a child."

He grumbled something under his breath as he took an angry bite out of his sandwich, dropping his pencil form his other hand.

I gently grabbed the paper and brought it closer to me as I sat down with my own lunch. As I looked over his paper I could feel his eyes watching me. His stare didn't make me nervous, he was simply observing.

I had written out each letter of the alphabet, capital and lower-case, as well as numbers zero through ten. I made sure to give him enough space to copy each letter and digit twice underneath mine.

His handwriting was a little shaky, but that was to be expected. I could still make out what they were, and that's what was important.

"These are looking really good, Zack," I smiled up at him.

He looked at me, genuine surprise adorning his face. "Really?"

I nodded, "I told you, Zack. You're not stupid, you just didn't get the opportunities you deserved."

He looked away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. He smiled small as he tilted his head, his stunning eyes locking on my own, no hair in the way this time, "Your too kind for your own good, ya know that?"

A grin spread across my face, "I do."

ZACK

'Holy hell.'

I stared at her like a fuckin' idiot, eyes wide, mouth open, as she walked out into the hall. Her heels clicking against the floor.

Her hair was done, and it looked like she was wearing make-up. She was wearing jewelry too, a necklace, earrings, and a few rings. She was in an dress that left her shoulders exposed, the fabric reaching the floor, where a slit ran through the material ending just above her knee.

She looked up at me and smiled.

I continued to stare until I remembered how to form words, "You," I cleared my throat, "You look really nice."

Her smile widened, "Thank you, so do you."

As I gawked at her I realized that we were matching. Her dress in the same color as my sweater, "We match?"

"Oh yeah!" She paused, a strange look taking over her face, "Is that okay?"

My mouth twitched into a small smile, "Yeah, 'course."

She smiled widely, "Ready to go?" She walked to the door, keys in hand.

I nodded, and we made our way out to the parking lot, "Want me to drive?"

"Yeah, probably, considering you're the only one who knows where we're going."

The car ride was mostly quiet, with soft music playing through the speakers.

"What should I be expecting from your uh... coworkers?" she glanced at me, reaching to turn the radio down.

'Right, those fuckers.'

I let out a heavy sigh, "They're all a buncha stupid assholes. Ray's alright, but that's about it."

She cocked her head, "Ray?"

"Yeah, she's this kid that the geezer picked up a while ago. Real quiet, real gloomy, but she doesn't cause any trouble."

She was silent for a while, "Did you say 'kid'?"

I sighed, "Yeah, the old man picks up anyone he finds that he thinks isn't human, offers them a place to stay if they work for him. That's how I got there in the first place."

I glanced from the road to her face, she looked terrified, "It's not as bad as it sounds, it'll make more sense when we get there."

She nodded quietly and sighed, "If you say so."

Y/N

When pulled into the driveway of an expensive and remote house, not exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn't complaining.

"Listen, everyone in here's a fucking asshole, but they know better than to mess with ya while I'm around. Just don't run off anywhere on your own and stay close, 'kay?"

His voice was stern, and he gave expectant look.

I nodded my head, and he billowed a heavy sigh. "Let's get this over with."

Zack held the door for me as we entered the building, then swiftly leading me down fancy looking corridors and into a incredibly lavish dining room.

It was a large room, with high ceilings, and large windows. A large table was set in the middle of the room, decorated with beautiful candles and cutlery. Ten or so people were already sat at the table, but it had around 30 chairs total.

Overall, it was almost... church-y.

Those who had previously talked among themselves abruptly stopped and stared at our entrance.

When the began to speak again, it was in hushed whispers. Careful eyes sneaking quick glances.

Zack ignored them, barely sparing a glance as he continued through the room to a doorway. Two or three more upscale hallways later we were met with yet another closed door. Zack immediately raised a hand and wrapped on the door.

I could tell he was tense, a scowl etched on his face. If I thought Zack's resting bitch face was bad to begin with, this was terrifying.

"Come in," The voice that spoke from inside the room was full and stern.

Zack turned the handle and pushed the door open. Letting me through before following behind me, and quietly closing the door.

Inside was a decently sized home office, just as luxurious as the rest of the house.

Inside the office was five people. Each one entirely different and somehow more deranged looking than the last.

Behind a large desk in the middle of the room was a older man, dressed like a priest. There was not a trace of emotion on his face. His eyes were glazed over with no pupil, no iris, no cornea. Just white.

On one side of the room there were two people. Both of which appeared to be children, a girl and a boy.They could not have been older than twelve, maybe thirteen.

The girl wore a simple black dress, with the longest blonde hair I had ever seen. The boy wore a basic suit jacket and pants with a crew neck sweater. The most eye catching thing about him, however, was the pumpkin, jack-o'-lantern, mask... thing placed on his head.

One the other side of the room was a woman in a not-so-simple, red, spaghetti strap gown, with a high slit on both sides. Her blonde hair ended with pink tips in a shoulder length bob.

Next to her stood a very plain looking man. Dressed in a suit with short dirty-blond hair.

All eyes turned to Zack and I. I shifted uncomfortably under their intense gaze, shuffling closer to Zack. He noticed instantly, giving an approving nod.

'Just don't run off anywhere on your own and stay close, 'kay?'

After the agonizing beat of silence, the man behind the desk spoke, "What a pleasure to have you both join us," it was clear that he had been the man that responded to Zack's knock.

Zack hummed, low and unamused. I offered a small smile, unsure of where I stood in this situation.

If the man behind the desk sensed my discomfort, he said nothing. Opting to continue, "You must be y/n. I have heard quite a bit about you. It's wonderful to finally meet you. I am Father Gray."

"It's very nice to meet you," I forced a polite smile.

His face did not change, still stone still, "Would you all like to introduce yourselves?"

It felt as though he was speaking to a room of Kindergartens, forcing them into icebreakers the first day of school.

The young girl spoke first, " My name is Rachel Gardener."

Her voice was cold and steady, with an expression to match.

The man on the other side of the turned his head, smiling, "You can just call me Dr. Danny. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Theoretically speaking, there should have been nothing wrong with his introduction, but it was... off-putting. Something just felt wrong, his smile too wide, the sincerity of his words strangely forced. Sinister.

Pumpkin head was next, "My name is Eddie. It's wonderful to meet you, we don't meet many new people here!" He carried an unmatched enthusiasm throughout the sentence.

The woman on the other side of the room raised her head, she looked unimaginably bored, "You can just call me Cathy."

There was a snark to her words, not bothering to hide her disgust.

'Bitch, I don't want to be here anymore than you do.'

Father Gray was the next to speak, "You all may go take your seats at the table. I would like to speak to Zack and y/n in private."

The others began to leave, and Zack huffed loudly. His arms crossed, the same bitter look painted across his face.

After the last of them left the room and closed the door, Father Gray gestured for us to take a seat in the plush chairs in front of the desk, before clasping his hands as they rested on the desk.

Zack scoffed as he threw himself beck into the chair, unfazed as it nearly tipped. I took a more gentle approach, lowering myself into the chair delicately.

Zack sprawled out his legs, leaving his knee to rest against mine. A habit he had picked up, usually to ease my discomfort. I'm right here.

"Isaac, are you aware of the safe house set in place?"

Zack furrowed his eyebrows, shifting in his chair, "That freaky cabin out in the middle a' nowhere? Yeah, I know it."

Father Gray nodded, "I would like you and y/n to move your residence there."

"An' why in hell would we wanna do that?"

"I believe it would be safer, for y/n especially. It's location is unknown and protected, as the property is warded against unwanted guests."

"An' if we don't wanna do that?" Zack leaned forward in his chair, cocking his head.

"I wasn't asking, Isaac."

Zack turned his head to look at me with apologetic eyes.

I simply nodded, shrugging my shoulders and offering a small smile. Sensing that there was really nothing either of us could do about it.

Zack expelled an irritated breathe of air, "Fine."

"Splendid. However, that is not the only thing we need to discuss," he spoke carefully.

'So they are afraid of him'

The thought had me biting back a smirk.

Zack raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

"Your help will be required on an intensive job. Longer than what you are used to."

"How long are we talkin'?"

"5 days at most."

Zack pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, nodding his head, "And when 'er we leaving'?"

"Tomorrow evening, after you and y/n have moved all of your possessions."

Zack closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and sighed.

He opened his eyes again before speaking, "'Kay, I'll be here."

He just sounded tired and dejected, like he didn't have the energy to put up a fight about it.

"Thank you both for your patience, you may go take your seats."

"Oh, and Isaac, don't forget to take your scythe with you when you leave, it does no good here collecting dust."

Zack nodded as he stood, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, and leading me out of the room.

"Zack?" he hummed, "Why do only a few of you meet in his office?"

"We're set in place as the most powerful. We get stuff like better jobs and rooms, but there's a hell of a lot more expected from us."  

I nodded.

"Zack, is the safe house really safer than the apartment?"

"Sweetheart, look, I'm real sorry about everything gettin' so fucked up, and I promise I will explain everything later, but we can't talk about this until we get home, 'kay?"

The stern and concerned tone was back, it was really starting to freak me out.

I nodded quietly.

As we neared the dining room Zack spoke again, "I want you between Ray and I, I don't trust any of these fuckers."

"Okay," I mumbled.

I was sat between Rachel and Zack, almost everyone had finished eating, and Zack had mentioned that we would be heading out in about half an hour.

"Zack?"

"Hm?" He turned to look at me. He looked exhausted.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," I spoke softly.

"Alright, want me to go with ya?" He glanced at the faces around us warily.

I shook my head, "It's okay, I'll be quick."

ZACK

'I'll be quick my ass. Where in the hell even is she?'

Y/n had been gone far too long. My leg bounced as I continued to scan the room for her. The sooner she got her ass back here, the sooner we can get the hell out of dodge.

"Zack."

"What?"

I didn't mean to snap, but regardless, the kid remained unfazed. The same look in her eyes as she stared up at me.

I was getting impatient, "What the hell do ya want, Ray?"

Her small hand lifted to point towards the other end of the table, two empty chairs in particular.

I honestly couldn't care enough to learn the names of anyone I 'worked' with, but with these two it was basically impossible, given the amount of times I've been seconds from gutting them.

Aaron and Jax, major assholes, and they just loved to start shit they couldn't finish.

"Thanks, Ray," my chair fell back as I stood up, quickly grabbing my scythe off the wall behind me, before finally making my way through the winding corridors towards the bathroom I had directed y/n to.

"Oh come on, pretty thing, we only want to ask a few questions."

"I'm sorry, I really have to get back to the table. My friend is waiting for me."

They both laugh, "Who? Zack? Don't even worry about it, doll, we're good friends, Zack and I."

"Is that what we are, now?" They both freeze, like deer in headlights, and I am reminded of why I do what I do. The power that comes with it,

"That's good to know. With how many times I've had to put you back in your place, I was starting to worry that you didn't like me, " the sarcastic venom is clear and dripping from my words.

"Woah, man, chill out. Just a little small talk," it's Aaron who speaks, which isn't surprising considering Jax always chickened out when it came to facing the consequences.

Aaron had his hands raised, and in one of them was a small, opened pocket knife. I realized Jax has a firm grip and y/n's wrist, as I beckon her over with two of my fingers. His hand immediately drops, fumbling its way into his pocket.

She jumped at the chance to remove herself from between them, feet moving fast as she pressed herself close to me. My hand resting securely on her waist.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go sit with Ray for a bit while I finish up here, yeah?"

She looked up at me with wide and glossy eyes as she nodded, lingering for a moment longer before making her way back to the dining room.

I could hear the whispers as I made my way back to the dining room, it was when I walked through the door that everything went still. There were no more whispers, as no one in the room was stupid enough to open there mouth. Just casting nervous looks anywhere but at me.

Ray is exactly where I left her, now staring up at a very disheveled y/n.

The kid had a staring problem, but that was the least of my worries right now.

Y/n was frozen with fear, looking at everything with a sense of uncertainty until she spots me.

It had to be the best damn feeling in the world, watching her instantly relax simply because I was there.

She said a quick goodbye to Ray as she rushed over to me, head down as she tried to avoid any possible attention.

I rested my hand on the small of her back, leading her out to the car as quickly as possible.

Once we made it out to car, I scanned the area making sure it was safe enough to stop for a moment.

Putting a finger under her chin, I gently lifted her face. Turing it to one side and the other as I looked her over, "You sure your alright? Those bastards didn't hurt ya?"

She gave me a small smile and shook her head, before leaning it against my chest, "I'm okay, Zack, thank you."

I placed my free hand on her lower back, the other still holding my scythe in place against my shoulder, rubbing circles into the fabric of her dress, "You don't gotta thank me, I'm the one who dragged ya all the way out here in the first place."

We stood like that for a bit, it felt safe. Natural. Only able to pull myself away from it when I heard footsteps coming from the house.

When I turned my head I saw the old bastard himself walking towards us.

'For fuck's sake, what is it now?'

She was already looking up at me when I turned back to her, "Go ahead and get in the car, this should only take a minute."

She nodded, slowly and cautiously, opening the door, and stepping into the passenger seat. Then, closing it behind her.

"Isaac."

"The hell d'ya want now?" My already very thin patience was dwindling. The fact that only two people had died so far was a miracle.

"I noticed you cleaned up your own mess this time, that is unlike you."

'Fucking hell, always with the goddamn riddles.'

"You were clearly more cleanly overall, in fact, your clothes are spotless."

"The hell are you gettin' at?"

"It is odd behavior coming from you, Isaac."

"I have no clue what you're talkin' about, I just wanna get the hell outta here, get to the damn point."

"You have grown rather fond of y/n, yes?"

I paused at that, "Listen, I killed those fuckers quick and clean because I was itchin' to get outta there and because they didn't know how to keep their hands off what didn't belong to them. Does that answer your damn question?"

I was irritated and tired and if he even thought about asking another question, I would have killed him right there.

He nodded slowly, "I believe it does. I will see you tomorrow evening, Isaac."

'Thank fucking God.'

Y/N

My feet padded softly from the kitchen down the hall to my bedroom, it was late, or early depending on what time you woke up.

I was unable to lull myself back to sleep, even after the immense adrenaline crash. It was honestly impressive.

When we got back, Zack answered all of my questions, just like he said he would. It was odd, though. He just seemed so tired, it was unlike him. Zack was an incredibly restless individual, never stopping or slowing down. It was scary, to see him shut down like that.

I was hoping a glass of water would help send me to sleep, which I'm sure the technical term for that is wishful thinking, but it couldn't hurt.

"Y/n?"

I stopped at my door, moving further down the hallway towards the living room.

"The hell are you still doin' up?"

Just like I said, never stops, never slows down.

"I'm sorry, I was just getting some water, I didn't mean to wake you up."

He shook his head, "Nah, I got my hour and a half in a while ago," he paused, I could tell he was looking me over. Fun fact, demons have incredible night vision. Less fun fact, their gaze could burn a hole right through you, it's impossible to miss it, even in the dark, "Did you sleep at all?"

"A little bit."

He cocked his head, "What woke ya up?"

"Bad dream."

He sighed, "C'mere."

I sat on the couch next to him, and he gently pulled my head into his lap, running his fingers through my hair.

If I had not have been so completely exhausted, I might have combusted on the spot.

"I am... so fucking sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

I now feigned sleep as I tried to keep talking to him, "You've saved my ass from like at least five pervs by now, I think I should be apologizing."

He chuckled and shook his head, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I would like to share that when talking about Cathy's dress, I spelled 'spaghetti' right the first time. Truly one of my proudest moments.

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Vanta ships and their horrible ship name (by me)

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Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Chapter 1: Wonderland.

Fandom- Angels of Death

Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character

Warning(s)- Poisoning, Anxiety

Summary- Rachel goes Down the Rabbit Hole.

Word Count- 1,800

-Rachel-

The small blonde girl steps into the elevator, her legs shaky and uncertain. Her hands trembling, trying to find solace within the sleeves of her cardigan. 

What is this play area? Why does such an innocent word invoke such deep emotions? The elevator doors shut behind her with a loud bang. The noise makes her jump, her heart began to thump and run faster than she thought was possible. Her legs wobbled and felt jelly-like at the weight of her body. 

The elevator descended— ascended? She didn’t know, and this uncertainty made her feel worse. Was she descending into the depths of hell or ascending to the angels? either notion frightened her as both meant death, sure she was probably overreacting but waking up in a strange place with no memories other than your name would terrify anyone… Let alone a 12-year-old girl.

The sound of the elevator screeching to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal the next floor. Rachel’s eyes widened, the view in front of her looked as if it had been taken straight from the pages of a fairytale. 

The young girl's eyes flit to and fro, scanning the room as she takes tentative steps out of the elevator. A narrow cobbled path swerves between oversized, vibrant flowers of all species, intermixed with large evergreen trees and glowing mushrooms taller than her. The walls she could see were covered in watercolour swirls and illustrations from Alice in Wonderland. 

She walks down the cobbled path, taking note of every little detail as she goes. Despite how beautiful this room was she couldn’t help the pounding in her chest and the sinking feeling in her stomach, something didn’t feel right. 

Her gut feeling making her quicken her pace down the cobbled path, her foot slipping now and then. Her head aching as she stares at the night sky, the blocky lines of white swirls mixed with midnight blues and vibrant yellows. 

The young girl tilts her head back down, focusing her sights ahead. It seems that when she was panicking the forest became thicker, denser… Darker. Rachel wraps her arms around herself, hoping to bring down her heart rate hoping that if she comforts herself, she will be fine. But it doesn’t work.

A faint jingle catches her attention, her head turns in the direction the sound came from and she slowly makes her way over. The sound came from a branch just off the cobbled path. Rachel picks up the culprit, a small ornate golden key. She puts the key in her pocket. “I may need it later.” She says.

–Acquired a Key.– 

Rachel’s foot scarcely lifted off the floor when she heard rustling in the bushes to her left. The poor girl goes ridged, she isn’t alone here. There is someone else here. What if that person wishes her harm? What if it is nothing? Should she investigate it? Maybe she should. Dangerous thoughts ring through the girl's head like a cacophony of alarms. She takes a deep breath, picturing courage filling her as she breathes. 

One step at a time she gets closer and closer to the bush. There is nothing there, she could have sworn she heard something. She circles the bush to find evidence that she isn’t going crazy and, sure enough there it is. On the floor behind the bush is a small piece of parchment with the words 'Follow Me.' written on it in a gorgeous teal colour forming a loopy cursive scrawl, in the corner lay an intricate drawing of Alice from Alice in Wonderland. 

An iconic blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl stood in a baby blue dress and an inky black headband. Her doe eyes stared back at Ray innocently. Ray stared at the blonde before folding the drawing and placing it back onto the floor. 

A question pops into the girl's mind. Follow me? Follow who? It was almost as if the floor could sense her inner desires as she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a rabbit. Rachel rubbed her eyes, wondering if the room was playing tricks on her. Maybe there was gas in the air that was making her hallucinate, maybe she was drugged when she was on B8? She couldn’t be too sure.

Every fibre of her being was telling her to follow the movement but there is still a deep, lingering sense of dread filling her stomach like bile. She knows she has to follow the rabbit– if it was a rabbit. But she is terrified of what she would find.

The forest around her is thicker, and denser than before. She clasps her hands together trying to alleviate her anxiety but, much like the forest, it becomes worse, deeper, scarier.

Every sound and every movement seems to push her further to the edge. Her breathing hitches as tears form in her eyes, and she feels as if there is a heavy lead ball in her stomach refusing to leave– She wants her mum and her dad more than ever, especially when she hears a loud rustle ahead of her, her legs push her forward one step at a time, left, right, left, right. When she stops in front of another drawing, it’s a drawing of the White Rabbit, pocket watch in hand. Scrawled in more fancy ink were the words. “Not much further!”

Ray’s breath hitches, everything about this situation screamed danger, turn back now! But she knows she can’t, there was no turning back; no leaving, whether she wants to or not. She then recalls a coping technique taught to her by… Someone, she couldn’t quite make out his face, but the memory caused her to shiver uncomfortably. 

She looks around the floor, taking in the sights. She sees the once bountiful and lush trees have now withered and shed their leaves. She takes note of the piles of leaves on the floor and the mysterious glint hiding in the shadows. Okay, that was three things she could see. The next thing was… What was it again? Think- think. It was sounds. 

Ray calms her breathing and listens intently. She could hear the creaking of the dead wood, The chirp of some birds… More importantly, she could hear the clinking of a glass. Rachel’s eyes shot open at the sound, she wasn’t alone, someone else is on this floor. Maybe they would help her? Maybe they would kill her. No no, she shouldn’t think like that. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues with shaky steps.

Rachel eventually comes to a clearing, her heart hammering in her throat. She couldn’t help but think of all the worst-case scenarios, she could be killed, maybe robbed? Kidnapped? Who knows. 

Rachel’s thoughts halt as she looks ahead of her, right in the middle of the clearing is a long mahogany table adorned in a back and white checkered table cloth which she could barely make out through the piles of delicious-looking cakes and pastries. The table is a chaotic mess, covered in empty tea cups, dirty plates, half-full teapots and candles, coating the table in messy layers of wax.

She then turns her attention to the occupants surrounding the table, there are six chairs, each with a different style and wood. At the head of the table is a small hand-knitted human doll, presumably The Mad Hatter, to the left of him, is The Dormouse and to the left again is The March Hare. The thing that gets the young girl's attention is the woman, sitting to the right of the Mad Hatter, Rachel supposes that this girl is Alice. She is maybe 18 or 19; she is still a distance away from the woman so she isn't sure. The woman is sipping on some tea, she is dressed in an Alice-themed outfit. The seat next to her is empty. Finally, opposite the Mad Hatter sits The White Rabbit.

"Oh! I'm so glad you could join us!” The girl exclaims. “You're just in time for tea!" She stands up quickly, taller than Rachel thought, at about 5 foot 6.

"Please, sit.” She invited kindly. “Which tea would you like? We have Ginger, Chamomile, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Earl Grey, Hibiscus, Mint, Pumpkin which is my favourite, and Raspberry." The woman lists the words tumbling out of her mouth too quickly for Ray to understand her. 

"U-Um,” She stammers, “may I just have the Vanilla please?" She sits next to the mystery woman and gives the woman a once over, unsure if she can trust her.

Rachel realises, as she gets closer, that this woman is older than she initially thought, she thinks she is in her early 20's. Her hair is a mousy shade of blonde and reaches just past her waist. Rachel can tell the woman is slim, even under the voluminous clothes. Though the oddest thing about her isn’t her clothes or demeanour, it is her eyes. They are a deep, rich shade of brown and then abruptly change to a sharp green around her pupil. 

“Here you go,” The mystery woman passes a small, white teacup with lavender plants painted on it. Rachel doesn’t know if she can trust this woman so she sniffs the tea, unsurprisingly it just smells like Vanilla. Ray takes a sip of the drink, still weary of the woman sitting next to her, the sweet taste going down her throat immediately soothing any doubts.

"Excuse me, ma'am. What's your name?"

"Oh, my. How rude of me, my mother raised me with better manners than this! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Elsie.” The woman— Elsie, gives Rachel a dramatic curtsy. “And what might I call you?”

"I’m Rachel” She gives Elizabeth a short response as she suddenly feels a rush of nausea hit her like a freight train. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, the urge to puke getting stronger by the minute. “I’m sorry, I feel sick” The hand on her mouth is now clammy and shaking.

“Oh, that would be the poison,” Rachel pales at Elsie’s words, she can’t have been poisoned, surely. The rest of her skin begins to go clammy, her body slick with a thin layer of cold sweat. “Cyanide, my dear, very effective. Agatha Christie had the right idea. Of course, I have the antidote but you’ll have to work for it.”

Elizabeth goes up behind Rachel, gripping her perspiring cheeks, moving her head to the hand-knitted characters sitting with them. “Each of my friends is missing something important. Now, be a dear and find their things for me, then I will give you the antidote.” Elsie lets go of her face and sits back down. 

“Judging by the dosage and your symptoms already, you might want to hurry, you only have around 30 minutes until you reach the point of no return.”

Art by Baicalpascal

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drawing with @drewjovel and @nevinbeamer

Edward<3

*yum Rachel*

in case u can't read it

Me if I was asked if I liked some quiet artistic kid(?)

"Stop making me have gay thoughts drew Jovel" xdd

We got bored-

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Random ibvs doodles cuz why not....

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the other day I had a dream where Keith (my ibvs oc-) and Edward were dating and they're starting to grow onto me-

help me

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Identity V New Collaboration Release

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[crystalkitty1220]

No because with the starly timeline you have Crow and Felix being the main ship, then you have the ones i just mentioned, then evil justin x james

you have Cody and Ethan who are exes and then Louis and Justin, who despite being in Eds gang, Louis does have a wolfe pack arc in season 3

so if anyone were to ever ask edward the question of “Is there anyone in your gang who isn’t or hasn’t dated a current or former member of Wolfe’s group?” HE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SAY YES UNLESS REFERRING TO HIMSELF

"Unless referring to himself" i mean,, his options are still open,,,, (/j)