#I did not cry. I panicked a bit but I left the store and went somewhere else. I was okay. I’m getting better :)

[authenticcadence18]

Today I fled a store bc a song I have a complicated history with came on.

and it wasn’t like. a famous song. I’ve dealt with pop songs coming on with painful connotations in public—recently in fact.

but today’s was a song written for a movie.

I’ve never heard it on the radio or in a store. it’s not really a popular song.

I used to love that song. And the movie it was written for. in some ways I still do.

but it was distressing to hear it out of the blue. especially bc I’d been reflecting on what the song reminds me of and how I’m in a better place before I went in. it was a cruel twist of irony that it came on.

I was holding clothes when the song started. I wanted to try them on but I felt trapped. I couldn’t fathom trying on clothes while that song played. I just put the clothes on the rack as fast as I could and hightailed it out of there before the first chorus finished.

all this to say: if you have the option to walk away from a distressing situation, even if it seems small and silly to make a big deal out of it, you can walk away. you don’t have to force yourself to be strong. you don’t have to endure. sometimes enduring is leaving and that’s ok.

[spider-ghoul]

Noticing you <33

Hobie brown x gn!reader oneshot

My first time doing a whole oneshot for hobie! Any advice on his character is happily accepted :)

Warnings: a lil blood, no use of y/n, i dont think anything else but if you notice something tell me!!

Summary: hobie slowly falling you <3

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Hobie brown wasn't sure when he first noticed you. But he thought it was the class trip you took in secondary school. 

He was always vaguely aware of you. People talked, they always did. He was vaguely aware of all the not-quite-normal people, the goths, the emos, the other punks.... And so he knew you existed. 

And then you went on this trip..

You weren't in the same room, but you were in the same chaperone group. 

And then he was painfully aware you existed. 

He saw that whenever there was a street performaner you would run and put a few dollars into their case, and he noticed when you offered your sunglasses to someone from another group, and he saw how you would pick up little trinkets from the ground and shove them into your pockets like a bird.

He watched when you smiled whenever someone said something nice about you. He watched you sit by a kid you didn't know because they were alone. He was painfully aware whenever the two of you made eye contact and you smiled at him, he always looked away.

He watched when you held a crying kid's hand and helped her find her mom.

And on the bus ride back, he noticed how you fell asleep sitting up, your head resting on the window. he noticed when you woke up too. And how you yawned and.. he noticed just about all of it. 

By the end of the it, he was convinced you were some kind of angel. 

He didn't even believe in that kind of thing, he never did. But there wasn't any chance that someone as perfect as you was human. 

(He didn't believe in perfection either)

He  took notice of you in the hallways, and when you got on the school bus. then he noticed how whenever he was sent down to the office for his 'behavior issues' (another thing he didn't believe in) you were sitting with the school councilor. 

Eventually, though a friend, you too started talking. And then you started hanging out with his friend group.

He noticed you when the group hung out for the first time out of school. It was just the mall, and he noticed how you offered to me buy him a shirt when he said he didn't bring money.  

He rejected the offer but he didn't protest when you Gave him half of your pretzels from the food court, claiming you 'weren't that hungry'. He could tell it was a lie.

Eventually when he did get your number from the same mutual friend, he was a bit too happy when you texted back immediately. 

And then you guys got closer.

He noticed how you would mess with his rings whenever he'd let you, and how you would always tug on that wallet chain you wore. He wondered what you would do if he started tugging on it.

And eventually, he got more confident.

And, yeah, Hobie was always touchy. And, yeah, you didn't mind when his fingers tugged on your belt loops, or his arm wrapped around your shoulder whenever you stood next to him.

Eventually, you met up just the two of you, cause the rest of the group was busy. It was casual, and you definitely didn't panic a little when he grabbed your hand as you walked around that old record store he wanted to show you around.

His voice pulled you back to reality a moment after, "you alright?" He smiled after you nodded, "what kinda music you like, luv?"

And then there was tonight.

He was panicked, and hurt, and he didn't know where else to go. His suit was half covered in blood, which was coming from his left arm. He was dizzy, and he could barly stand right. He didn't realize where he was untill he was knocking on the window of your flat.

When you opened you window, he tugged off his mask.

He noticed how scared you looked for a moment, as your hand flew over your mouth, but he was thankful as you opened your window.

He noticed how focused you looked as he sat silently and your wrapped arm with bandaids and an ace bandage. And he was thankful when you gave him Tylenol and one of your oversized hoodies. You even offered to wash his suit.

Finally, when you knew he was okay, and he was laying down in your bed (next to a pile of stuffed animals which he thought was excessively cute) you had a chance to question him.

He noticed how your eyebrows furrowed as you asked him about being spiderman, and you asked him if he was feeling okay again. Then you asked him the question he was the most worried about.

"..why did you come here?"

You noticed as he hesitated for a moment.

Hobie gave it a thought why did he come here? He was half delirious, he could say that. Or he could be honest.

"You make me feel safe. I Knew you could help me out, figured I could trust you with the whole secret identity thing too."

You noticed that he seemed more mellow then he normally did, more soft. It made your heart melt.

You offered to sleep on the couch in the main room, but he promised he wouldn't mind sleeping next to you. Honestly? You didn't mind either.

Eventually, you ended up in his arms, pressed against his chest, his head in the crook of your neck.

He could hear your heartbeat, and you could feel his hands on your waist.

"...thanks, luvie."

He whispered quietly, and you felt him press a kiss onto your shoulder. His voice could give you goosebumps, and his lip piercing felt warm on your skin.

"Course' Hobes.."

You whispered back, almost unsure. He noticed that, of course he did.

Hobie Brown wasn't sure when he fell in love with you, but he was sure it happened. And he was sure that it was never going to change.

Eventually, he'll tell you, that's what he promised himself that night.

What he couldn't notice was how you promised yourself the same thing.

[nightdemon04]

First try at angst let me know what you think!

I gave this fanfic a very personal spin so i hope it's not too bad.

Angsty? Comfort? Idk you can decide

Warning! Self isolation, mention of sh and sh scars. If any of these trigger you please don't read.

Atsushi Nakajima x gn reader.

Enjoy!!

I splashed water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. Eyes puffy from my latest crying session, i took notice of the scars that are still there but atleast i didn't go that far this time. I was pulled out of my thoughts when my phone started ringing..

Probably Kunikida calling to see where I am, I really wish I hadn't plugged my phone in yesterday, it's been silent for the whole week. Now I'm going to have to explain to everyone why I'm missing for the week, not that any of them bothered to visit to see me. I'll just tell Kunikida I was sick and couldn't get out of bed.

I checked my phone only to see a lot of missed calls and unread messages, I'll answer later. I can't be bothered right now. I lay back in bed staring up, I don't know what happened for me to feel like this. I guess it started when I saw Dazai and the others in a bar without me, they couldn't even bother to invite me. It wasn't even their fault I was away on a mission but it just reminded me of my past and how that went.

Now i'm here talking to no one, going back to how it all was before i joined ADA. I always thought it was normal until i met the people I know now, I can't help let the past haunt me and ruin everything I've build so far.

I should probably atleast text Atsushi, he's probably worried sick about me. I'm suprised he hasn't shown up on my doorstep but I understand. I do live quite a bit away from him. I'm also glad he hasn't shown up, no idea what I'd do. I'm scared to face him. He's the love of my life, he's been there for me since he joined. He gave me the best birthday gift even though he didn't know me. I love him with all my heart so i don't want him to see me like this.

I rubbed my eyes hoping for the tears that I felt building up to dissappear. After a while i fell asleep again, only to be woken up by knocking on my door. I groggily open the door only to see Dazai. "Dazai? What are you doing here?" He pushed me aside and walked inside. He turned to look at me, grabbed my shoulders and started talking. "Get off ur ass, stop pitying yourself and get something done." i looked at him in shock unable to say something.

I felt the tears coming up again. Dazai kept staring at me. he wiped them away.

"Staying home and pitying yourself won't help you, it will make everything worse. Go work or go on a date with Atsushi, go to a store, go to a dog park, i don't know but stop it." He looked at me calmly but there was another emotion hidden deep inside of him. I couldn't say anything, just staring at him. He slapped my cheek softly snapping me out of it and i started nodding and softly said a "yes Dazai."

He looked at me so serious, I've never seen Dazai like this. It's honestly scary to see him like this. "I'll come to work tomorrow i promise." He suddenly smiled. "Good u need to help me with paperwork!" he winked at me.

Ofcourse what else did i expect. Suddenly his face dropped again "Y/N.. Don't let whatever happend stop you or push anyone away. Everyone was worried sick about you, come to us when you need help don't just isolate yourself." i nodded and hugged him tightly.

I felt him tense but slowly hug me back. "Don't ever hesitate to ask for help or advice, just don't wallow in self pity that's just stupid." i nodded again and let him go, he walked to my fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"I'm going now, i better see you at work tomorrow" he was almost past the door when Atsushi came inside panicking. "Y/N i saw your door open are yo- Dazai?" Atsushi is here now too? Just my luck.. "Hello and goodbye Atsushi" with that Dazai left quickly and Atsushi turned to me with confusion.

I just lifted my shoulders i didn't want to expose Dazai or even explain it all. "What are you doing here Atsushi?" He looked at me nervously. "I came to check up on you.. You haven't answered any of my texts and haven't been at work so I've been worried." He cares?

I decided to stop it here i might make a second part though. I've been struggling a lot with life so do excuse the rare updates.

Also I'm working on some headcannons but for some reason i just can't think if anything I'm going to ask some friends to help me cus i really don't have any idea how to tackle that. Either way i hope you liked the fic!

Stay healthy and safe!

Drink enough water and eat too!

[hyukasluvr]

Taehyun, why?

✧ pairing - Hueningkai x reader

✧ genre - angst, comfort, fluffy fluffy

✧ warning - kinda like a panic attack & plane crash

✧ synopsis - Taehyun was watching a new documentary of a plane crash, but too concentrated in the tv he failed to notice your panicked state. Hueningkai however notice right as he entered the room…

✧ a/n - my first language isn’t english so i’m sorry if there’s any typos. not proofread

You were starting to regret staying behind with taehyun at the dorms as the rest of the members went to the convenience store

taehyun was currently watching this new documentary on netflix about a plane crash, of course when you accepted to watch the tv this was the last thing you’d expected him to put on

he was so concentrated and interested in the events that he was hardly paying any attention to his surroundings, cause if he had. He would’ve noticed your shaken up state

you just couldn’t help but start to panic a little when you saw all the videos of the crash. Your mind immediately thinking of what the people inside the plane felt when that happened. Their loved ones not knowing anything until the got the news

your breathing was starting to become a bit unstable as your mind was running around and around with these really dark thoughts you weren’t used to

luckily for you, your boyfriend and the rest of the members had finally arrived from their little trip to the convenience store, announcing their arrival

“WE ARE BACK!! did you miss us guys?!?!” yelled beomgyu walking behind your boyfriend, kai

taehyun just scoffed and you tried to act chill just giggling a bit and trying to hide your emotions

BUT! that didn’t work out the best, since kai realized right away and left his bags on the table to go and sit beside you

“Hey! you okay there?” asked kai “Yeah yeah… why wouldn’t i be?” you respond stuttering a little without realizing

“i don’t know, you just seem a bit off and i can feel you shaking” you didn’t expect him to realize so fast, you were really trying to hide it “are you sure you’re okay baby?” he asked a bit more worried this time

you couldn’t look him in the eye anymore, he knew you well and he would notice right away so you couldn’t risk it. Still trying to play it off you just let out a little “mhm” to reassure him

which was just a waste of effort as another crash from the tv sounded and you jerked hard against your boyfriend. Breathing becoming unsteady again and your mind flooding with thoughts again

Hueningkai did not fail to notice and immediately put his arm around you to calm you down a bit, he grabbed your chin lightly to make you look him in the eyes and that’s when he realized how panicked you looked, your eyes teary and your breathing increasing by the minute

he was shocked, you never cry in front of him and he knew you hated it so it had to be something serious. without thinking about it, he excused himself from the living room and quickly brought you to his room, closing the door behind him for privacy

he sat you down in his bed and kneeled down to make eye contact with you, but you refused, only closing your eyes shut in hopes he would give upbut he wouldn’t. “baby, can you look at me please?” no. you didn’t like him seeing you in this state “y/n, i need you to calm down, just look at me please”

you gave up and finally looked at him. your heart fell when you saw the worried look on his face, and you felt guilty for making him feel like that over some stupid documentary that got the best of you

“hey there” his gaze immediately softened “what happened baby? what’s got you so worked up?” he asked while holding your hands and caressing them “i’m sorry, it’s really stupid-” you spoke finally but quickly being stopped by kai “no, it’s not stupid if you’re crying about it, i want to know who made my princess feel like this. who do i need to beat up, huh?” you laughed quietly at his attempt to lighten up the mood

he sat down on his bed and put you on his, him holding you and caressing your back to help you calm down & helping you to regulate your breathing until you where fully calm and ready to speak. you finally separated a bit to tell him everything that had happened while he was away, and how it all started. trying your best not to tear up again but failing

“aw baby, it’s okay don’t cry” he said embracing you in a hug again “i’ll be sure to give taehyun of piece of mind right now!” you giggled at his antics, and smiled at the thought of him being so loving and protective

“y/n/n, it’s okay. things like that unfortunately happen sometimes but that happened a long time ago and i’m sure all those people are all in a better place now, so don’t let your mind play you like that ever again, okay?” kai said and gave you a little kiss on the cheek “okay” you tell him more calmly now

“okay then, how about an afternoon nap, hm? i know you love those, and i can see you’re tired right now” you couldn’t say no to that so you quickly accepted and started to get comfortable on the bed with him, him being the big spoon and you being the little

he started to play with you hair which made you feel super sleepy and quickly fell asleep due to the tiredness “i love you, baby” was the last thing you heard before falling into a deep slumber, he himself started to feel tired as well so he decided to let sleep take over him but still not forgetting to give taehyun a piece of mind once he woke up again…

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Chrissy and Eddie being alive and happy and best friends :)

// CW! descriptions of ED //

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Eddie had seen Chrissy around school a fair amount of times, and of course at the middle school talent show, but if he was honest, he would have never guessed what she was really like. He kinda thought she'd be mean and scary, like a stereotypical popular cheerleader, and then he met her in the woods one day.

She was way cooler than Eddie had thought she'd be. She laughed at his jokes and made some good ones herself. She'd come there for a reason, though, so Eddie delivered, of course, but he and Chrissy had gotten more out of it than they thought they would.

Chrissy wanted something stronger than Eddie had on him though, so Eddie just decided to take her to his and his uncle's trailer. He got her what she wanted, she payed, then left. Eddie thought that'd be the last time he would talk to Chrissy, but he was most certainly wrong.

-

Only a week or so later, Eddie had run into Chrissy again, not in the woods or anything, in a much more normal place, with less suspicious activity. Eddie was making his way back to his trailer after getting some soda form a corner store, when he saw Chrissy a little bit ahead of him. He didn't think to walk up to her, since he usually never talked to his costumers again, unless they wanted more of the good stuff, but Chrissy turned around at just the right moment and smiled brightly. She jogged over to him cheerfully.

"Eddie! Hi, how are you?!" She said, still smiling.

"Hey Chrissy," Eddie smiled. "I've been good, actually. Did the stuff help you?"

Chrissy looked lost for a moment, then realized what he meant.

"Oh! Yeah, I guess a little."

"Glad it helped"

"Do you... i dont know. Do you want to talk at like, a coffee shop?"

"Uhh, sure. Why not."

Chrissy led Eddie to her favorite coffee shop in town, called Café Java, where she visited semi-regularly, to the point that a few of the employees knew who she was. Chrissy ordered a vanilla latte, and Eddie, after trying his best to understand what all the different types were, chose an americano, because he panicked.

They talked for a while, and somehow they'd been talking for 3 hours. When Eddie realized this he remembered that his soda was probably now warm. He told Chrissy that he needed to take them home, and that they should hang out again soon.

He ran home and put his soda in the fridge :)

-

The next night, Eddie had been up trying to write a song, when he heard a knock on the trailer's door. Wayne had work that night, so it couldn't have been him, so Eddie was curious. He set down his pen and went to open the door.

"Hey" Chrissy said, with a worried smile on her face, and did a small wave.

"Chrissy? Is everything ok?"

"Yeah... I just... I just got scared I guess, and I didn't know where to go."

"Don't you have a boyfriend you could go to?"

"He... doesn't understand. It's complicated, but, he gets upset... I guess... so I don't really want to go to him." Chrissy was fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket, the same way Eddie messed with his rings when he was nervous.

"Oh. Well, come on in, make yourself comfy, and I'll getcha some water, alright." Eddie smile as Chrissy walked in and sat on the couch in the middle of their living room.

"Do you wanna talk about why ya got scared?" He said as he handed her a glass of water, then sat next to her.

"I dont know... you'd probably think I was insane..."

"Hey, no matter what it is, I won't think that, but if you really don't wanna tell me, you don't have to. We can talk about something else?" Eddie patted Chrissy's shoulder, hoping she got the non-verbal message that he was here for her.

"No, I- uh, I need to get it off my chest." she took a deep breath, then let it out. "Sometimes I get... visions, i guess, of my mom and she's screaming at me, telling me that I..." Chrissy bit her lip, trying to stop herself from crying, but failed. Eddie put his arm around her to comfort her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cry in front of you"

"Hey, its ok, Chrissy, you dont have to worry. Y'need more water?"

"No- no thank you, im alright." Chrissy sniffled.

"Alright."

"So um, she says that, um.. basically she yells at me about how Im... ugly, and that I shouldn't be eating as much as i do... but" she glanced at Eddie to make sure he didn't look angry. "but i really only eat two (2) small meals and she's still not happy... and my dad" Chrissy started sobbing. Between sobs she got out "My dad just sits there like nothing's even happening, like he doesn't even care"

Eddie hugged her tightly for a while, until she her breathing was more regular, and she had stopped crying. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye "Chrissy, you're probably the prettiest girl in the entire school, and if your parents can't even see that, then they're full of shit. I know I can't just fix all the damage that's been done, but I wanna help you, because you're my friend, Chrissy, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Chrissy was silent for a moment, then she hugged Eddie again "Thank you so much. You dont know how much it means to me that- that you'd be there for me."

"Hey, are ya hungry?" Eddie said, pulling out of the hug.

"... Mhm." Chrissy nodded

"Welp," Eddie stood up "We dont have a lot, but uh, we've prolly got some spaghetti, if ya like that?"

Chrissy laughed "Yeah! Yeah, that'd be great!"

Chrissy ended up staying over the whole night. They had talked more and Eddie brought out his cards and taught her how to play Palace, then they just messed around. If you asked either of them what happened the rest of the night, they wouldn't have known. They had just been there.

-

After that they had hung out anytime they could, whether it was going to a café, or seeing a movie. Sometimes Chrissy sat by and watched Hellfire, and Eddie would watch her cheer practice. One day, though, someone found out about it all, and was not happy.

"WHY ARE YOU HANGING AROUND THIS LOW LIFE? HE'S JUST GONNA HURT YOU!"

"Jason! He- he's not like that, you're wrong about him! He's a good person and he'd never hurt me!" Chrissy insisted.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK! IT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK SO YOU'LL HANG OUT WITH HIM AND THEN HE'LL HURT YOU! Listen, Chrissy, I just dont want you to get hurt." Jason put his hands on his shoulders.

"And I wont! He wont hurt me."

"Chri-"

"HE WONT!" That was the first time Chrissy had ever raised her voice at Jason Carver, her boyfriend. On the other hand, Jason yelling at her was becoming more and more common.

"Listen, Chrissy. You can hang out with him, but if you choose to do that, we're done."

"Jason, you aren't serious, right?" Chrissy moved back from him.

"No! I'm very serious! Eddie's some low life prick, and you're hanging out with him more that you're hanging out with me! So either you stop going near him, or you stay away from me."

"... ok then." Chrissy started walking away.

"Where are you going?!" Jason started walking after her

Chrissy turned around "You said it was you or Eddie, i choose him. He doesn't yell at me, and he actually cares about what i think. So goodbye, Jason. Were over."

And that was the end of it. Chrissy later found out from talking to people about it, that especially near the end, their relationship sounded pretty toxic, and it was good that she broke it off before it could get wore.

Chrissy went to find Eddie as quick as possible, because although she seemed confident on the outside, she was a wreck on the in side.

"Eddie, I broke up with him" Chrissy said, standing in Eddie's doorway, once again.

"Come'ere." Chrissy hugged Eddie tightly, then after a few moments, Eddie led Chrissy to the couch, and they talked about it until it was morning again.

-

One day, the two (2) of them had decided to have a movie marathon night, so they went to Family Video. Eddie was about to walk in, when he looked up and saw *him*. Eddie walked away from the door

"Where are you going?" Chrissy asked

"What do you mean? I'm not going anywhere." Eddie said, stoping in his tracks.

Chrissy looked in through the door "Is it her? Do... you like her?"

"Uhhh, something like that, sure"

"Oh?" Chrissy stared for a moment "She is pretty."

"Robin? I mean, yeah, she is." Eddie smiled awkwardly, not wanting to seem like he was lying. Unfortunately for him, Chrissy could tell that this wasn't about Robin.

"Come on, Eddie, we're friends! You can tell me." Chrissy smiled. "But, you don't have to if you don't want to"

"mMMmmmerg auhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Eddie said, sounding intelligent (sarcasm lmao). "mmm... Ok, I just- yeah, It's not about Robin. Let's just find some movies to watch though. That cool?" Eddie had started to fidget with his rings.

"Yeah, that's cool." Chrissy smiled as Eddie opened the door for her to walk in.

Robin greeted them from the counter, before going back to the book she was reading.

They looked around for a while and each found 2 movies.

"You ready to check out?" Eddie said once he and Chrissy had met back in their meeting spot (the romcom section)

"Yup! What'd you get?"

"E.T. and Back To The Future. 'M just in the mood for sci-fi. How 'bout you?" Eddie pointed at the tapes in Chrissy's hands

"Well, I got The Wizard of Oz, because it used to be my favorite, and I got Heathers!" Chrissy smiled big. "I'm so excited!"

When they got to the front desk (AN which was like 10 steps away im so silly :p) Eddie tried to avoid eye contact, furthering Chrissy's suspicion that he definitely liked someone behind that desk.

"Hey Eddie." Steve smiled "Dustin said he had fun last night..." Steve said awkwardly, since he didn't usually talk to Eddie when he picked the kids up from Hellfire.

"Hey. Glad he did..." Eddie said, equally awkwardly.

There was awkward silence while Steve was doing his thing (AN idk how to rent movies so ur just gonna deal with poor descriptions) and when he handed Eddie his tapes, his hand lingered for just a moment too long, their hands touching.

"Uh... Sinclair won his game, right?" Eddie had seen Dustin, Mike, and Erica run up to Lucas the night before, asking him questions about the game. Eddie had seen them jumping so he assumed Lucas had won.

"Yeah, he did! Super proud of the kid." Steve smiled "He made the winning shot, too!" Ever since Lucas had made the winning shot for the Championship game, he hadn't been on the bench in a while, and he'd been winning a lot of games too.

"No way! Guess I can't be that mad at him for missing Hellfire then." Steve and Eddie both chuckled "Well, uh, we gotta watch these." He looked at Chrissy, who had been rather quiet through Steve and Eddie's awkward interaction

"Chrissy?" Eddie waved his hand in front of her face

"Huh! Oh, sorry." Chrissy's face went red "See you guys" Chrissy smiled at Steve and Robin

As the two (2) were heading out the door, Eddie nudged Chrissy

"What?" Chrissy said

"Come ooon, you're face was bright red!" Eddie argued

"You startled me and I was embarrassed!" Chrissy laughed, knowing it wasn't the full truth "Besides, who cares what my face looked like: 'Glad he did, Steve' 'Sinclair won his game, right, Steve' 'Wow! Really, Steve!'"

"Ok!" Chrissy laughed. "First of all, that wasn't how the conversation went, and second, it was just a friendly conversation!" Eddie defended

"Sureee" Chrissy smiled slyly

"Yeah, yeah, smile all ya want." Eddie nudged Chrissy playfully, and she nudged him back. They kept on walking to Eddie's trailer to watch their movies.

-

Chrissy and Eddie had been watching their movies for about three (3) hours, and had watched E.T. and when an hour through The Wizard of Oz, but Eddie hadn't been paying very much attention.

He and Chrissy had been friends for a while, and they had gotten to know each other really well, but there was always something that Eddie kept from her. He'd planed on telling her eventually, it just wasn't something that everyone took kindly too. His uncle loved him no matter what, so when Eddie came out to Wayne, it wasn't that big of a deal, but Eddie knew not everyone was like that. But earlier that day when Chrissy had teased him about Steve, she seemed like it didn't bother her that Eddie and Steve were both guys. Even her comment about Robin, which Eddie first took as Chrissy just being nice, seemed a little bit like she didn't mean it in just a friendly way. Eddie decided that she seemed safe enough, and that if she wasn't she wouldn't tell everyone she could about how much more of a freak Eddie "The Freak" Munson was.

"Chrissy?" Eddie said, after a deep breath

"Yeah? What's up?" Chrissy turned down the movie a little bit, then turned back to Eddie.

"Uhm..." Eddie took another deep breath "Ok, I'm just gonna say it, and it'd be nice if you didn't tell the whole world about it."

"Of course I wouldn't tell anyone, not if you asked me not to, Eddie." Chrissy furrowed her brow slightly, confused as to why Eddie felt he needed to say that.

"Ok... um. Chrissy, I'm gay."

Chrissy was silent, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, yeah, ok, I kinda had a feeling this might happen." Eddie stood up "I'll help you get you're stuff an-"

"What?"

"What do you mean?" Eddie said slowly

"Why would we get my stuff? I'm not leaving."

"You're not... weirded out?" Eddie asked

"Of course not! You're my best friend! Who you love isn't going to change that." Eddie's eyes started to water as Chrissy stood up and grabbed Eddie's shoulder's "You're amazing, Eddie, any way you come. I hope we can always be best friends." She smiled "I'm happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me."

Even if Eddie tried, he couldn't have stopped himself from crying. Chrissy hugged him tightly and Eddie hugged her back, just as tight.

"Thank you." He said through tears. Chrissy hugged him just a little bit tighter before letting go.

"You ready to keep watching the movies now?" She asked

Eddie laughed "You betcha"

-

Chrissy had insisted they return the movies as soon as possible, though Eddie wasn't sure why. The morning after their marathon, after they'd both eaten breakfast, they headed out to Family Video, where they'd been just they day before.

Chrissy held the door open for Eddie, who was carrying the movies, and gestured for him to walk in.

"Thanks! Guess we're going in turns" Eddie smiled at her

"Yup!" Chrissy smiled.

Chrissy walked into the Family Video, Eddie following behind her. behind the counter, Steve greeted them,

"Back already?" Steve said.

"Yeah, uh, we watched all our movies and I don't want any late fees, so... yeah" Eddie said awkwardly, seriously though, why cant he just be normal around Steve, Eddie thought, he guessed it wasn't too big of a deal, since Steve seemed awkward around him too.

"Oh, cool... Uh, I can take those for you..." Steve replied, holding out his hand to take the stack of tapes. Eddie handed him the tapes and Steve went to put them on a counter behind him.

"Well, uh, It was good to see you." Eddie said after awkward silence.

"Yeah, you too." Steve smiled, Eddie smiled back before turning to Chrissy.

"You ready to go?" Chrissy was staring into the room in the back. "Uhh... Chrissy?"

"Oh! Yeah! I'm ready, yeah." She said, startled.

"Alrighty." Eddie chuckled. "See ya, Stevie." He waved at Steve, Steve waving back, his face looking more red than usual.

Once Eddie and Chrissy had walked out of the video store, Eddie nudged her shoulder, something that seemed to happen every time they came out of that store.

"Soooo... What were you staring at?" Eddie smiled slyly.

"Shut up." Chrissy rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, you got to tease me last time, I thought we were taking turns” Eddie said, now walking backwards, so as to face Chrissy.

“Fine,” Chrissy said, trying to hide a smile and sighing, “There was just something cool in the backroom.”

“Whatever you say Chris” Eddie said, turning to walk normally.

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One lazy afternoon, Chrissy had come over to the Munson’s trailer to hang out. When Eddie opened the door, Chrissy could definitely tell that he was high. She didn’t mind or anything, she could just tell he’d been smoking.

“Chrissycat! Hey, what’s up!” Eddie said, if this had been TV, this would be the moment where Chrissy looked directly at the camera and said ‘definitely high.’

“Hi Eddie, How are you?” Chrissy asked.

“Uhh, I’m good, yeah, come in!” Eddie said, and as Chrissy stepped in he shut the door with a loud thud that made Chrissy jump.

Chrissy sat on the couch, and Eddie draped himself over the place on the couch next to her.

“Soooo, How’s it goin’?” Eddie asked, drawing out most of his words.

“It’s going good, how about you?” Chrissy smiled at him.

“Um, It’s going… Uh… Chriss” Eddie paused. “You promise you won’t laugh?”

“Yeah, Eddie, I promise.” Chrissy said sincerely. 

“So uh, I’ve been thinkin’ this afternoon and well I- , well, you know,” Eddie inhaled deeply. “I think, no I definitely have a crush on Steve, y’know?” He looked over at Chrissy.

Then he heard a suppressed giggle.

“What?”

Chrissy couldn’t hold it back anymore, she began laughing like crazy.

“What! Chrisss, come onn, you promised!” Eddie said, lightly hitting her shoulder.

“No, no, it’s just you were kinda obvious and I was gonna tell you” Chrissy began to calm her laughing down, “the same thing - well, not the same thing, but that I definitely have a crush on someone, but, y’know, not Steve.”

Eddie stared at her. “Wait… Do you think Steve already knows I like him! Ahg!” Eddie panicked. 

“I don’t think you’re obvious to him, just to me, don’t worry, silly.” Chrissy said to calm him.

“Wait, so who do you definitely have a crush on? You said you have a definitely crush on someone, right?” Eddie said, straight faced.

“‘A definitely crush’? Eddie, oh my god. But yeah, um, I have a crush…” Chrissy said laughing at ‘a definitely crush’. “ Um… Yeah so you know how you’re gay?”

“Yeah?” Eddie responded.

“I think I am too.” Chrissy breathed out, looking at the ceiling. “Ever since I broke up with Jason I’ve been thinking, y’know? I’ve had ‘boyfriends’ but only because people expect me to be with them. Eddie, “She said, now looking at Eddie. “I think I like girls - Like, just girls.”

“Sick, man.” Eddie said, hugging her. It wasn’t quite the response she was expecting, but she wasn't expecting Eddie to be high either.

“Yeah, Eddie, It is pretty sick.” Chrissy said smiling.

“Now we're both gay nerds!” Eddie said, releasing Chrissy from his bear trap of a hug.

Chrissy laughed.

“So, who’s your cruuush.” Eddie said like a middle school girl.

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Fine. It’s… well, Robin.”

“Oh my god this is perfect! Our crushes work at the same place, so it’ll be easier for me to wingman you and hopelessly pine!” Eddie said enthusiastically. 

“Wait, you expect to wingman me, and think that I’ll let you just be hopeless? No way, Eddie! You’re getting a date with Steve.” Chrissy announced to the walls of Eddie’s living room.

“Chrissycat, I’m glad you’re my friend.” Eddie said on a slightly more serious note.

“I’m glad you're my friend too, Eddie.” Chrissy smiled. The rest of the afternoon, the two just hung out, if you asked either of them what happened, they couldn’t tell you, they wouldn’t have known. They had just been there together.

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(A/N) Helloooo hope you liked this, and sorry if its a bit inconsistent (or if there r typos), it took me like 11 months to write lol, and tho it was a struggle bus for me and my procrastination, it was very fun to write. A like or reblog would be SO INCREDIBLY APPRECIATED especially on this :') Hope u have a good day :D

[meraki24601]

could you write a continuation to the one where Whumpee's nature has changed and become cold and so caretaker asks mentor for help? i really liked it, thank you

Thank you for the ask! Again, this one took me a bit to be happy with, but I hope you like it! In this letter, some time has passed. Things haven't gotten much better for Whumpee, and now Caretaker is starting to feel it too.

Part 1

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Changed Part 2

Dear Mentor,

Me again. The advice you gave me before helped. For a little while. Or, maybe things didn't actually change and I just started to accept the new norm. This isn't like what I told you before. This is new, not normal. 

I don't know anymore. I can't do this. 

I'm not giving up. I know it sounds like it. I'm not. I just don't think Whumpee is going to go back to how they used to be. It might be too late. I might not have been good enough to save them. 

They noticed what I was doing. It was bound to happen. I'm not good at dealing with trauma. You know that all too well, Mentor. 

I was kind of silly. Asking stupid questions about feeling sorry for the characters in movies. Pushing them to take comfort in me when their nightmares woke us both. Exaggerated care for the smallest of injuries, from paper cuts to a stiff back. 

The second time they found a pamphlet about therapy, they confronted me. I didn't realize how far I was taking it till they did. They told me I was doing the things I just mentioned. 

Guess I didn't follow all the advice you gave me. I've never been good with patience. 

But, that's not really the problem right now.

Actually, they… Whumpee agreed with me. We came to a compromise. They agreed to start therapy if I agreed to go too. 

I think that's only because of what happened before we talked. A moment of clarity or something because of something a child did. In the grocery store of all places. 

They were caught off guard, I think. They had been in a weird mood all day, focusing on the negative. Complaining about the scars on their face quietly to themselves. We had gone to the store together to get Whumpee out of the house. 

Recently, I've been trying to keep Whumpee away from young children, wo they've been inside a lot. They may not respond to adult injuries, but a crying child is definitely a trigger. The last time we went to the park, a kid fell off their bike and scraped their knee. Whumpee completely froze when the child started crying. 

The kid's parents rode past us, the dad bumping into Whumpee when they didn't move at his warning. Honestly, I think all he hit was Whumpee's hand, but Whumpee completely collapsed. They didn't move again until the child was out of sight, taking their hushed sobs with them. 

Now, before you get mad at me for bringing Whumpee to the store where kids crying is a regular occurrence, let me make it clear we talked about that before we left. Whumpee knows it's a trigger and told me they were prepared. They were wrong, but they were confident. 

To be fair, I panicked too. We turned a corner too fast and hit another person's cart with our own. A kid was walking beside it and their finger got smashed. I still feel bad about it. The kid's finger was smashed hard enough it cut the skin and they started to bleed. 

Before the mother or I could react, Whumpee was on the floor with the kid cradled in their arms. I could only barely hear it as Whumpee whispered, "You're alright. Hush now, before they hear. It's not that bad."

The mother, of course, panicked. She almost lunged for Whumpee and her child before I was able to explain what was happening. In the end, she was surprisingly understanding. It helped that Whumpee's whispers, as terrifying as they were in the context of Whumpee's past, soothed the child and they were soon whispering back and showing Whumpee their injury.

Whumpee ripped a piece of their shirt and wrapped it around the child's finger. Almost immediately, the kid was laughing about their silly bandage. 

I was grateful when the mother allowed me a moment to bring Whumpee back before trying to leave. They had recovered enough that it was a relatively quick process. They recognized me almost instantly, and the grounding techniques you taught me helped. 

We talked about them going to therapy that night. I'm not enough to help them heal. They need a professional's help. Right? 

That's what I need you to do. I need you to tell me if this is the right thing. I've heard stories about bad therapy experiences. This will help them, right?

I was useless. I have been since they came home. I keep putting them in situations where they feel like they have to protect themselves like they did when Whumper had them. 

You know, I'm sorry I'm asking you to do this. Whumpee said I need therapy too. Isn't that silly? They were kidnapped and tortured while I was sitting safe at home, and they say I need therapy? Wouldn't agree to go themselves until I did too. 

Don't worry, I'll get out of it. I'm just a little tired. Guess I'm just being needy and want your approval, Mentor. 

Am I doing everything I can? Or have I failed them again?

[gremlin-dreams]

The Island Resort

We were on holiday as a family and we went to this resort somewhere foreign. It was a somewhat big island, like Hawaii or something but fictional, it had cities and built up areas too, and tourist resorts.

My mom was parking the car and the rest of us were walking across to the entrance of this store we wanted to visit. It was a little confectionery store in the middle of nowhere in a kinda built up area. The car park was shaped like an old potion bottle, a single slim road going in and out like a bottleneck, and a round enclosed area of parking spots, surrounded by mostly old abandoned storefronts that looked like they hadn't been touched for decades. 

I think the store we were visiting made things like chocolate and fudge and taffy and like nuts and sweets, and there was a little bit of a queue to get in since it was so popular, famous among locals.

So we all went to get in the queue whilst mom parked the car, and we were just stepping in to the store when we heard it. Gunfire, screaming, all outside in the carpark, the shape of which now kind of felt like a dead end trap if I'm honest.

Everyone is freaking out, not knowing what to do, my family instinctively tries to find cover and scatters, to protect the kids I guess, but I ran straight back out the door because mom was still out there. 

It was havoc outside, cars everywhere, people panicking, crying, running, hiding, and bloodied bodies lying motionless on the asphalt. It was horrible. It was a group of men on foot from what I could see, and I saw my mother's car in a queue of cars waiting for a spot so I tried my best to run for it, ducking behind other cars and hiding. At one point I thought my heart was thumping so loud that it would give away my location. 

I reached like ten meters from her car, in the bottleneck of the car park, but I heard someone yell in my direction and I made the mistake of turning and looking behind me. I had been spotted. Suddenly these arms grab me and I'm being pulled backwards, out of the line of sight and into this old doorway alcove, I look up and its another of the tourists I saw before everything kicked off. I think he was with his family too. He shushes me with my hand over my mouth, hoping we'd be okay, but around the corner of our obstructed vision pops the head of one of the shooter assailants. He gives this horrible grin and says something to the effect of "what do we have here then?"

The guy stayed silent, but I couldn't help it and just kinda burst into tears, putting my hands up to my face and saying "Please, I'm just a tourist!" Over and over again.

Surprisingly enough he bought it and left us alone, I thought it might have been mercy but now that I look back, perhaps he wanted witnesses to his crime. Witnesses who didn't already know who he was because we weren't from the area. Idk, I'm just spitballing here okay?

He lowered his gun and turned to walk off but we couldn't move. I felt frozen in fear and my legs refused to work. That was until I saw my mother's car again in the queue of cars. The shooters began walking down this queue to the exit of the carpark and I watched them mercilessly shoot people in their own vehicles, innocent people. I was so scared that it was a blur and suddenly I made a break for it. The guy who saved me tried to grab me but I slipped away and sprinted towards my mothers car, and he cautiously followed. I could see the back of her head in the driver's seat, and I could only assume that she was still alive because I couldn't imagine the alternative right now. 

I got so close to her car but then so did they, they were one car behind her and she was one car behind the exit. 

Author's note: I know you've never seen my mother behind the wheel, but it is a force of nature, not for the faint of heart.

They were about to approach her window when I was about to reach her car, and she must have made a split second decision. Maybe she wanted to create a distraction, maybe she just didnt want to die, but she slammed her foot on the pedal and stubbornly yanked the wheel, passing the car in front and trying to make a getaway. They shot at her and the car but she made it out, hopefully unscathed, and maybe she'd bring back help, but from our perspective, stood in that carpark, we were back to square one.

We heard sirens in the distance, after a while of sitting and hiding in that alcove. It was getting dark and subsequently very cold. We were both terrified and trying to lighten the mood was futile, but we did share names. His name was Matthew, he was very kind.

The shooters had long since vanished when help arrived. Medics were there too, but for many it was too late. Somehow my family that was inside the store survived, told me something about the owner ushering them into this storage room. Matthew was not so lucky, he found out that most of his family survived except for his brother, who was shot in the chest in his car.

All the survivors were given medical attention and brought to this tourist resort/getaway hotel, and given complimentary rooms to recover in whilst transport back to the mainland was arranged. They were very nice there, and everything was in white or beige, decorated with plants and palm leaves, so many showers and spas, it was huge, easy to get lost. 

It took a long time for everyone to calm down enough to appreciate it though. We got a huge suite for the whole family, with smaller offcut bedrooms. We were reunited with my mother who was one of the only survivors from the cars, and also one of the people who alerted the authorities. She was physically unscathed. I on the other hand was still extremely shaken and numb, having had more experience up close with those men than anyone else in my family. The adults in the family tried to comfort me but it didn't work, they didn't understand, in this dream I must have been around nineteen. 

I only wanted to speak to one person right now, someone who was there, who felt my fear too, and I knew exactly where he was.

I left the family gathering and headed up to the roof where Matthew was sitting, looking at the horizon and out at the water. We were very close to the ocean in this resort; given better circumstances it would have been beautiful. 

He was obviously feeling grief as well as all the shock we were dealing with. It was quiet. We just sat there for a while in silence, watching tiny specks of people drinking and dining along the balconies and shoreline, it all felt surreal. I tried to comfort him a little by soothing words and I even held his hand. It must have worked because at that moment he actually made eye contact for the first time since he saved my life. He was so lost, so sincere - and on the corner of his lips there was a tiny hint of this smile that made me feel warm in my bones. I listened to him speak about his brother for a while, and his family, it was nice. He had another, older brother who actually lived here on the island and that's why his family were here on vacation.

The moment was interrupted when I get a barrage of text messages asking me if my nephew was with me. I answered no, and panic ensued.Ben Was missing from his room apparently, everyone panicked and suspected foul play, but I knew Ben. I knew a little about how the gears in his mind worked, knew he was a tad dramatic and I bet my ass that he was still in shock just like me, probably hiding away in a tiny confined space somewhere, trying to feel safe. 

Matt offered to help me look, pulled me up to my feet and we started looking in every tiny space from the roof downwards. Last time Ben was seen, he was in this big hall/cafeteria thing in the hotel. He was still “shell shocked” and hadn't said a word since the incident and when I asked staff members they all seemed robotic and kinda cult-like. It was creepy and unhelpful. Matt suggested we check outside, maybe Ben went out there to feel more relaxed and less trapped, so we did.

We wandered for a while, I almost stumbled on a few rocks lining the pathway and accidentally grabbed Matt's hand to stop myself from falling. He chuckled but didn't let go again when I was stable. We had both been through some serious shit today.

I thought I saw a kid who looked just like Ben and I got hopeful, about to yell their name when I was interrupted by something I wish I never had to hear again.

It was another gunshot, and some following screams. It was happening all over again. It felt like my breath had been stolen from my lungs and my legs wanted to give out right there and then. The child I saw almost vanished but I think I caught a glimpse of someone running into the edge of the forest that surrounded half of the island, bordering our resort. Again both my and Matthew's families were inside and I was tempted to run towards the shots and shouting, but my legs would not move no matter how much I wanted them to.

Matt grabbed my shoulders and shook me like they did in the movies. I tried to focus on him but his words were all muffled, like when your ears pop. I roughly made out what he was saying, something like "we can't find Ben or help our families if we're dead!" And he yanked my hand hard, pulling me away as we started running as fast as our legs would carry us.

 Footsteps and screams were starting to funnel out of the resort, people everywhere, like a tsunami of panicked tourists and angered assailants alike.

We just kept running until we reached the treeline; I looked back at the beach which lit up momentarily, almost like lightning, every time I heard that boom, the sound of someone's life ending. I could barely see through all the tears pooling in my eyes and Matthew held me tight to his chest, I could feel his heart pounding against my back and his hand gently over my mouth as we lingered in the darkness.

In that moment, I remember feeling guilt and panic, which was quickly replaced by a spot of hope, something I was unfamiliar with and totally not expecting, a twang of belief met with crackles in the twigs behind us. I thought I'd feel fear, but I spun around and was met with a slightly grubby face that I knew well, a small terrified nephew to take under my wing. At least one of my family members was safe, or so we thought. 

We all huddled in the dark, it was getting colder and the smell of burning was coming from the building yet no smoke could be seen. We were all terrified, feeling like helpless children again, tormented by the screams of the innocent and their loved ones. We were not the only children in that resort..

A beam of light came next to our surprise, stemming from behind piles of bodies, sweeping around the grounds as if it were proud of the devastation. Then there were two, then three, many lights all at once, reaching out further across the grounds like tendrils creeping towards us.

It wasnt until one of the flashlights pointed right at us that I quite grasped what was happening. There was distant yelling and a few closer sounding shots fired, I think I even heard some laughing in there too. 

Terrified and helpless we all retreated back into the bush, leaving the dwindling safety of the treeline for something much more unfamiliar, looking for some kind of refuge that may or may not exist within the wild plantlife.

I'd never held Ben so tightly in my life, I was not about to let go. Even when the yelling and the voices became quiet, almost nonexistent, we kept running. We had to jump across a few small streams to keep on our direction, it was incredibly hard not to get lost, and we were exhausted.  

We were quite close to the coastline, I could see the ocean from here, and came across a river mouth just as some semblance of sunlight began to kiss the tops of the trees. We decided that once we crossed this water we would collapse and catch our breath. No one was sure how long we'd been running, and even less so about how long we were actually being chased, but we were exhausted. 

Ben was the first to put their foot forward, which would have been fine and brave, if it weren't for me spotting the ominous shapes in the water milliseconds before. I know dreamworlds don't really care about logic, but there was a literal shark coming straight down the current towards us. A big one. Far too big to realistically be in this river, but there we are. I yanked them backwards and they fell on their ass with a grunt, frustrated with me until they saw it too. It was so close to the surface that I could have reached down and touched it, had I not been wanting to keep both my limbs and my life. She was huge, looked like a bull shark or maybe a great white. Gliding past gracefully, looking as if she were the most harmless species in this forest, we got a glimpse of how careful we needed to be. Guns were not the only things in this place that wanted to kill us.

There's an unexpected jump here, a gap in time that spans maybe 3 days or so. From what I can gather, we spend this time lost, alone and cold trying to survive the men hunting us and the rest of the forest trying to turn us into compost. We were looking for civilization. I vaguely remember that we found a dirt path, not even sure if it was made by humans or not but even so we followed it for a long while hoping it would lead somewhere useful. Even just a fresh water source would have been appreciated.

We were so tired and frustrated, all three of us, that we almost strayed from the path, especially when it started leading us uphill - which we thought was unnecessary physical exhaustion. It led higher and higher and at one point we took a break and we were stood effectively on the side of a small mountain, overlooking a valley of sorts where we had been previously. 

I wanted to give up and sit down, I felt like we were walking in circles endlessly - but Matthew wasnt having it. He got irked by it, and even raised his voice a little saying he just wanted to see his brother one more time and he wasn't going to leave us behind out here. I couldn't argue with him, in fact quite the opposite emotions were starting to develop, but I hid them; putting it down to us being stuck together for so long and nothing more.

When deciding to get up and start again, Ben lost their footing on some looser dirt and stones and almost fell to their inevitable death off the side of this cliff. It was ironically jarring, considering all we had survived up until now - so much so that when Matt and I pulled him back up onto the path we didn't do anything but laugh. He survived men with guns and literal sharks but was almost killed by his own clumsiness. Matt made some sly comment about how we were definitely related and he was surprised we weren't siblings.

Much to my disapproval, we eventually continued on the path that Matthew and Ben refused to give up on. They bonded over those 3 days, it would have been very sweet if we were not fighting for our lives.

We kept going until we were so high up, pushing through bushes and leaves, and then we saw it. A city in the distance below us. Civilization! I had to remind myself that cities were the norm and I wasn't actually in an endless infinite forest. The climbing and hiking up this ridiculous hill had paid off, I could have sworn I almost saw tears leaving Matthew's eyes. 

We naturally headed in that direction, full of relief and hope even though we were still a relative distance away. Stumbling through thorns and trudging through mud we didn't care anymore, and by the time we stumbled out of the greenery onto a concrete pavement, we must have looked like we belonged in the forest. I didn't have a patch of skin on me that wasn't caked in crumbly clay-like mud. 

One of my counterparts, I wasn't sure who, said something to a passing stranger as people gave us weird looks. I was so exhausted that I basically fell to my knees. I was scared that I would close my eyes and open them again to find myself back in that forest and just daydreaming about the cities. Ben asked anyone around us for help, then I heard someone from one of the crowds gathering around us cry out. This man who looked exactly like Markiplier pushed his way through everyone and just stared at us in disbelief, his eyes welling up like he just got a vaccine shot. He ran towards us and for a split second I was terrified that he'd pull a gun or something but no, instead he pulled Matt into the tightest hug I'd seen. It was his elder brother, the local. Apparently he worked in one of the fisheries across the street, must have come out mid-shift to see what all the commotion was, since he still had his apron tied around his waist.

Matthew embraced him for what felt like years and I was just basking in his joy, since joy had become rarer and more coveted over the past week for all of us. His brother, let's call him Mark, told us all sorts of fantastical sounding things as he led us down the road. He told his boss he was taking the day off and grabbed us some food and bottled water from a street vendor who gave it away for free. It was confusing.

Turns out in the days that we'd been gone the shooters and co-conspirators had been caught. They were part of a gang using blitz attacks to make political statements. Vigils were held for all those that died. All the guests were accounted for and somehow both our families suffered no more losses except for us. We were among the very few left unaccounted for since no one knew where we were. According to them there were search parties and everything, some even thought we were dead or kidnapped. 

Mark brought all three of us back to his apartment. He offered to take Ben and I to the hospital to find our family and authorities, but Matt refused to let go of us and we all were at peak exhaustion. Collapsing on a beanbag rather than a wet muddy floor did not feel real. Watching my nephew speak with joy in his voice again was almost eerie. And Matthew, the stranger that had saved my life from being shot in a carpark several days before, had almost evolved right in front of me. I didn't really want to be separated from him either, regardless of everyone trying to tell me it was just a trauma bond. Mark offered showers to each of us to wash off all the dirt and the fear - and we happily accepted. The entire time I was in that bathroom feeling numb from the hot water and watching the dark stains wash away, I knew Matthew was sat just outside that door. He refused to leave my side, and was still extremely protective of both me and Ben. I passed out soon after, wearing clean clothes and a real blanket, in a real bed, and who was there beside me all night to stop the night terrors? Who was there to remind me that we were out and safe? To hold my hand all the way to the hospital?

Who knew that an imaginary man in a delusional dreamworld could spark emotions so intense.

That confectionary store moved buildings pretty soon after that, and the whole abandoned industrial area that originally housed it was transformed into this beautiful memorial for the lives lost, including Matt's brother. There were letters and flowers left all the time, candles lit in memory and grief and respect.

I wanted to visit it one more time before we were all supposed to board a plane and return to our normal lives away from the island. I reached the base of the large granite, looking at all the lost loved ones and wreaths of flowers, and looked down at my feet.

Amongst all the things people had left behind was a polaroid picture, I picked it up and it was a photo taken by someone in the crowd the day we returned from the jungle. It was a photo of Matt, Ben and I, all huddled together, crying and hugging each other covered in mud, on our knees on the pavement. 

[cheshiregrinfu]

Don't mind me just posting some bullshit

(Reincarnation au willry, btw)

January 25th, 2045

I think I spotted William digging through the dumpster behind my shop

At least, I assume it's him. Those silver eyes are hard to miss, even if one's been covered in bandages. I don't think he heard me approaching from the right side, and he panicked when he realized that I was there.

I'm not sure if he recognized me or if I just scared him off because I snuck up on him. He left behind whatever food he must have deemed edible when he ran.

February 7th, 2045

I spotted him again, this time picking through the garbage of the next door Italian restaurant. I put to use the knowledge of his bad ear and blindness to sneak up on him again, but before he could run I shoved a bag full of food and drinks into his arms.

I'm fairly certain it is William. He seems to recognize me, and his expressions are pretty much one to one of his past self. He fell onto his ass this time, but managed out a thank you before he ran off like some scared wild animal. I can't imagine what he's been through for him to need to dig through trash for food, or act like a feral cat.

Mostly, I can only hope that he shows up more often, and doesn't run away next time.

February 10th, 2045

He showed up right as I was closing down the shop, doused in gasoline and trying to hold blood in from a stab wound in his ribs. I managed to drag him home even though he insisted all he needed was a roll of bandages.

Apparently he's been homeless for a while and a handful of people tried lighting him on fire after stabbing him while he slept. I've already filed a police report, and I'm going to try and convince him to stay for a while. At the very least either until his stab wound heals, or they catch the people who attacked him, whichever one takes the longest.

He's fairly quiet and downtrodden, a far cry from his past self. I don't think he knows that I know who he is yet, considering his reluctance to give me his name, instead asking me to call him Talon.

He's unfairly cute in my clothes I let him borrow. Is this how he felt, when he was taller than me?

February 11th, 2045

I woke up to him making us breakfast. Without the bandages over his right eye, he seems to have some vision in it, as he spotted me before I could sneak up on him. I tried reaching out to pat his hair and thank him, but he flinched away like he somehow expected me to hit him.

When I tried to talk to him about it over breakfast, he avoided the questions, and I stopped when he looked like he was about to cry. Whatever happened to him left more scars then just ones on his body, it seems. I told him he could stay and get some sleep while I worked at the corner store. Even in this life, he seems to have ever present shadows under his eyes, like he's not sleeping enough.

When I came back home in the evening, I found him in the bathroom, crying infront of the toilet. I'm not entirely sure what happened while I was gone, but I did use this opportunity to wash this mornings breakfast out of his hair for him even as he apologized endlessly. It took everything in me to not scoop him into my arms and endlessly comfort him.

I made us dinner tonight, and tried to fill the awkward silence with stories of my shift at the shop. I managed to get a weak smile and a chuckle out of him once. It seems his sense of humor is mostly the same, even after all this time.

I offered him some wine I'd been saving for a special occasion, and while it took him some convincing that it was okay that I was going to share it with him, he revealed he was 22, and could, in fact, drink. Somehow, I didn't really expect him to be older. He must have been reborn not long after the fazbear frights fire, if my math is correct.

The rest of the night went easier, with alcohol soothing away any anxiety, even if just for a little bit. Gods above, I haven't heard William genuinely laugh in Decades. It's his laugh, still explosive and insane sounding as ever, even as he tries to hide his face and cover his mouth. I guess it's good he's not looking at me while he's laughing. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to hide the looks I give him when I hear him laugh. I managed to drag him into my bed for tonight, using our combined inebriation as a convenient excuse.

February 12, 2045

Today started out rough, for both of us. I was woken up by William trying to hide the fact he was crying. Unfortunately for him, I'm a light sleeper in this lifetime, and him sitting up like a rocket woke both of us up. I think the nightmare he had experienced must have made him forget where and when he was. I got something out of him when I managed to gather him up into a hug. Something about me leaving him behind and it hurting- I think he must have been reliving the Springtraps... And me shutting him into that room to rot.

I'll admit, in retrospect, that my decision then was not a smart one. I know why I did it, and I can't change it now, but it hurts hearing him cry even as I comfort him- no wonder he doesn't get much sleep, if he's been reliving that hell as often as I'm guessing.

I managed to get him to let me change the bandages around his ribs, as he'd reopened it partially when he'd woken up and tried to push himself out of my arms. He numbly agreed to come along with me to my store after breakfast when I offered to bring him with. I don't think he wanted to be alone after this morning, and honestly I don't blame him.

Over the day he mostly dozed nearby me, behind the counter, though I could tell he felt stressed and miserable. I have no idea what's going on in his head, but he was acting like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin and into the ground. I kept him distracted towards the later half of my shift by handing him a handful of broken childrens toys that had come damaged in their boxes. I forgot about how his eyes would light up whenever he had a project he could throw himself into. I'll have to get more shipments of damaged electronics, I think. Hopefully I could convince him to stay if he feels needed...

[hopefullynobodyhasthisname]

The DC Trip and the utter misfortune that accompanied it

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The Airport Part One: Everyone is Miserable and Insane TM

The story begins with my family dropping me off at the airport and me thinking that my best friend might not make it and panicking. They made it, however. After that, my family eventually left and kids who were taking their suitcases on the place checked in first. The people who were having their suitcases stored away, like me, went next. This was also when we got our boarding passes (little slips of paper that have information about the flight and also your assigned seat).

We then walked through the airport to the area where TSA was. Mind you, this was my first ever time being on a plane, heck, it was the first time I ever left the state! We went through TSA, I had a breakdown when talking to some close friends (I’ll call them E (my best friend), J and D (two mutual friends of E and I)), and we got past TSA although both mine and D’s things were flagged. They searched through D’s and sent mine back in.

After that, we had at least two to three hours or so until our actual flight so we waited on the seats close to the boarding gate. We all bought some food, drinks, I bought a little penguin plushie that had a little dragon disguise who I named Eddie, and I called some family. We then got news that the flight had been rescheduled to 1 AM instead of 12 AM (it was around 11 PM or so at the time, we had arrived at 9 something PM) so we had to wait even longer.

Of course, with my luck, on my first ever flight both on a plane and out of state, I sat alone. Not with any of my friends, all of who have flown at least two or three times before. Our flight was at 1 AM so my family was sending texts saying to good night and to enjoy my flight. I had a breakdown. We ended staying on the flight for around 30 minutes until they announced that the flight had been rescheduled to the next day at 8 PM. People were very unhappy.

I don’t know the exact reason, but apparently when they rescheduled the flight to 1 AM, they interfered with another flight, and they also possibly broke some guidelines or something. They rescheduled to 8 PM because that was the only available time that wouldn’t interfere. People got off the flight. Adults were swearing, although the teachers and chaperones were very quiet on that part, and some kids were crying. Like me because this was my first time and I didn’t know what was happening.

Almost everyone, including me, had to call our parents at 2 in the freaking morning only to tell them our flight had been rescheduled to the next day at 8 PM. The airport told us that they would supply complementary hotel rooms and that we just had to wait a bit to get our suitcases. People who weren’t in our group got their things and did whatever, booked hotel rooms, went to stay with friends or family, or went home, I don’t know. But my group of around 39 kids plus around 4 to 5 adults ended up having to stay in the damn baggage claim area for 4 and a half hours until the teachers could find a hotel that would allow over 40 at such short notice.

During our time there, only around 7 people slept, 3 or 4 being some of the chaperones. All the others, including me, couldn’t sleep and just slowly lost our sanity as time continued on, despite the fact some hadn’t slept in almost two days. Many just sat and talked or looked at their phone/iPad. We did okay for the first 2 hours but the 3rd was when things really started to go wrong. 3rd hour, people started pacing and yelling. Or just started to say the most random stuff ever, although that was more midway through the hour than the beginning. A few kids started saying that the teachers had been able to find a hotel that would take us, and all though there was some doubt, they had indeed been able to find a place. We all started moving our stuff close to the baggage claim area’s door.

My best friend, E, went on a full five minute rant that went from pies to berries to apples and then to their grandmother. Afterwards, they sat down and talked very briefly about sweat, saying it smelled bad. After a bit more waiting, one of the two teachers, Mr E, walked up and told us the plan. Because the hotel was across town and way too far and dangerous to walk to (we’d have to go through a highway), they would be sending a shuttle to pick us up. A singular shuttle. We ended up being split into 3 to 4 little groups. My best friend and I were in the first group. (Also, a bit before that, Mr E had given out vouchers that the airport had supplied as an apology. It was twelve dollars and worked for any of their restaurants. At one point, Mr E accidentally gave a kid the hotel room numbers instead of a voucher so that was fun.)

Our little group waited outside for the shuttle while the others waited for their turn inside, and every time something looked even remotely like the shuttle, kids would scream ‘YEAHHHHH’ and then ‘NOOOOO’ when we found out it wasn’t it.

Eventually, it got there and I’ll just say, it looked like the stereotypical white van that people use to kidnap kids. Many others shared this thought.

The drive was around seven minutes or so, and we made it to the hotel which was apparently going through reconstruction somewhat, but they still let us book a few rooms despite how short notice it was. The workers were also really nice. The chaperones told everyone to go to their designated room with their designated roommates and to sleep. I slept for around two hours before my body decided that if I slept for a second longer, it would simply perish. So I did very much reading. I also called a close family friend and talked to her about literally everything that happened while she talked about how she and another family friend had been working on his car and they had been working at this one piece for two hours before it finally came off.

After a bit, the chaperones gathered us up and we once again got into the shuttle in groups. Once again, my best friend and I were in the first group.

We were driven back to the airport but it was around midday so it was crowded. Like, Gods Above, I should’ve expected it but still. Goodness. Anyways, as a way to pass time and also get everyone to be a bit less cranky, they took us to a restaurant that was in the airport. They had us all pool together the money in the vouchers to pay for the food because apparently some people got two while others only got one.

An hour and a half or so later, everyone had eaten, so really it was just time for an hour of waiting until we had to do everything all over again (checking in, boarding passes, TSA, etc) so people did some shopping in the stores outside of TSA, some used the bathroom, others just did whatever. I ended up buying some Tylenol for 19 dollars or so because my best friend and I were dealing with some stomach pain, but there was no ibuprofen in any of the shops so yeah.

I called the family friend again a bit before we needed to get going.

So we checked in again, got new boarding passes, and we went through TSA which I was actually okay with because at least 12 hours ago I had gone through already and I was also tired still and could’ve cared less. We then moved to the gate and waited a bit longer. Eventually, we got on the plane and I sat next to D (remember him?) and another kid who I’ll call M although he rarely appears until The Airport: Part Two. I was in the aisle, D was in the middle and M had the window. During the flight (which was around 6 hours or so) D played Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom which was actually the first time I had seen actual gameplay despite many people I’m subscribed to already playing it.

Eventually, we landed in Chicago (it was a linked flight or something, idk, it’s where you get on a plane, go like halfway to your destination, sometimes less, sometimes more, then get on another plane which’ll take you all the way there. It’s apparently cheaper than buying a direct flight, so yeah) and we had around fifteen minutes to use the bathroom and stuff before we were given our passes and we were brought upon the new plane. (There were some complications, but they were pretty minor so, eh).

On the plane, I ended up spilling orange juice on my phone, but after a minor breakdown, some struggling, and very much swearing, I was able to recover it and even now the thing’s actually okay. Barely even affected.

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Washington DC: pain

An hour and a half later, we were (finally) in DC. The chaperones took us to the bathrooms so we could change into some more fitting clothing and stuff (we’re from a generally cold place, so DC was overwhelmingly hot to us) and then good old TSA decided to look through my stuff while I was changing. Still kinda upset about that but okay.

We met our tour guide, gonna call him Jeffery, and we also met the bus driver who I’ll call Hector.

We got on the bus, suitcases contained underneath and everyone had their backpacks, and we were off. Our first destination was the United States Capitol, which we got a tour of, and guess what? We saw Mary Petola, said hi, and later a kid somehow fist bumped fucking Dan Sullivan. We had a fun time.

This was a while ago and a lot has happened, so I don’t remember much, but what I do know is that after that, I was particularly miserable because 1, I was tired as heck, as was mostly everyone, 2, allergies, and 3, I was in some pain because of reasons I don’t remember.

Two hours or so before we were brought to the hotel, they took us to Market Square which I actually really liked because it was pretty, the people there were nice, it was peaceful, and everyone was generally pretty chill. Some kids did some shopping, others, like me, got gelato, and we just had a good time. I called some people (my father and the family friend) before we had our last event. A ghost tour.

It was easily one of the most favored events in the entire trip. Our tour guide even taught us 19th (?) century flirting, he asked for volunteers and I volunteered for the woman’s section. He taught us about fan language. Later on in the trip, I got a fan essentially for this.

Eventually, we made it to the hotel at the end of the day and everyone took a shower and went to bed.

And now, a recurring thing that happened was that I would almost always wake up very early in the morning to my legs cramping up each day during this trip. The area was from the bottom of my knee all the way to my ankle. That day I dealt with seven cramps with only five to seven second breaks in between. On the same leg. My right. It hurt for the rest of the day, unfortunately.

Anyways, we packed up our stuff because we were staying in this hotel for only one night and we went out to the bus after some breakfast.

Our first stop this time was the Arlington (?) Cemetery. Jeffery was trying to get us there at a time where we could watch the Changing of the Guard ceremony. But first, he gave us a bit of a tour and info-dump about the cemetery including the history of both the actual place and the people buried in it.

Now something about this trip is that multiple schools participated in this. Midway through, a bit before my group started to go to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, I got mixed up with another class while on this thin bridge thing. There was half behind me and then half in front, including some people who had nothing to do with the schools. So, I had three options. Either I just go with the flow because they are literally going to the same place where my group was going to go to eventually or I turn around and push past everyone all the back to where I was before and risk angering like twenty people or I could jump the railing, run through the cemetery, and probably get banned.

So, because I have sanity, I chose option 1 and just followed along. I ended up watching the Changing of the Guard (I recorded it) which required me to silence my phone and watch because anyone watching was required to remain still and silent. I would’ve looked around for my class more, but the ceremony had started before I could so I just decided to do so later.

After the ceremony, I started to walk around trying to find my class. I looked at my phone at one point and low and behold, the second teacher, Mrs Johnson, had called me in the middle of the ceremony, but I had both airplane mode and Do Not Disturb on so it didn’t make it through.

Long story short, I called her, found my group, and ended up being forced to share my location with one of the chaperones 24/7 for the rest of the trip. I also ended up having to watch the ceremony again because my class had still been walking over while I was watching it.

Eventually, we returned to the bus and we continued our trip. I don’t remember much from that day, but at one point, Mr E asked if I had any pockets. I said yes. He gave me an AirTag and told me to put it in my wallet. So, now there was four different people tracking me at once, Mr E, the chaperone, my father through the phone, and my older sister, through my iPad.

We did some more things before we were brought to a mall for lunch. Afterward, my class discovered that in two days, three kids had gotten lost in three different locations. I was one of them, the other two were kids who I’ll call C and A. Apparently, A had actually been lost three separate times.

We got through the rest of the day alright (though we were required to remain near a chaperone as they lost too many of us).

I’m just gonna start skipping some events and I’ll talk about the actually interesting parts before going into another in-depth explanation.

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New York: I want to cry just thinking about it

We drove from DC to New York (we actually stopped in a hotel in New Jersey for the night, that was where we would be sleeping for the rest of the trip) and we also visited Ellis Island.

We went to multiple parks, I woke up two more times to even more leg cramps (5 on my left and then 5 more that were divided between both legs), Jeffery played Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift (I think that’s what it’s called) and at one point he even sang it.

On fourth (?) day we went to a broadway show called ‘Some Like It Hot’ and it was incredible, I love it, 10/10, definitely recommend, they sang so well. And on the second to last day we went to the Edge, a really tall building that I don’t know how to describe. Search up the Edge, New York I guess.

The day before that we had gone to Times Square for an hour or so and I ended up having my first panic attack since 6th grade because while we were trying to get to the bus, some kids and I were waiting for people to pass by and one of the chaperones, I’ll call her K, started to push and shove me. I don’t know why I reacted like that but it was probably because just moments ago I was breaking down already. (Fun fact, I’m from Alaska and I’ve never had to deal with such a crowd in Alaska like I’ve had to with Times Square.)

One day, the fifth probably, we went to a place called Dallas BBQ for dinner and the people there were so freaking nice, like, the waitress was so sweet and the people who handed out the food were really nice, they deserved a raise. Near the end they gave out these donut holes and a friend, I’ll call her O, asked for an ingredients list because it might’ve had nuts and she was allergic to all nuts so the waitress got her the entire ingredients list, gave it to her, and explained that it should be harmless as it had no nuts in it, but some ingredients were from factories that also worked with nuts and so she told O to tell her or someone else if she felt even slightly off. Just in case.

They were generally just really nice people.

Anyways, last day of trip. We packed everything up, loaded it onto the bus, and Jeffery explained we were going to do some things before we went to the airport. We were gonna walk through the Brooklyn Bridge, then we’d walk to a subway and we’d all ride a subway, and then we would get some food at a mall and they also gave us a bit of time to shop. A reason on why they were giving us so much time to shop is because for trip reasons, Jeffery gave out these till/debit cards that people could use to buy some pre-purchased food and stuff but some people kept trying to save their money thinking that they would be able to take the cards home.

Unfortunately for them, if Jeffery gave them a till/debit card, they would have to give them back at the end of the trip. Another thing Jeffery did to get people to spend the money was threaten them that any money they didn’t use would go to a rich guy in Sweden that had three weird sons.

So, yeah. Also the place we went to was also where I got the fan I briefly mentioned earlier. After that, we got in the bus and Hector drove us to the airport. Jeffery and Hector got our bags out from in the bus and we all said goodbye.

Now this brings us into the next section!

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The Airport Part Two: dear gods, help me

So. Disaster time. More of it, in fact. This is also where it gets a tad confusing.

Something that the airport had asked of us was that we come over an hour and half before the flight. So we did.

Turns out there was actually a bit of a misunderstanding. They actually wanted us to come 2 hours and a half beforehand, but we came an hour later than that. We scrambled to get our boarding passes and to check in our bags and the group ended up getting separated in multiple little groups. They eventually decided on just meeting up at the gate.

My group hurried ahead and we got through TSA (albeit with a little struggle) and we discovered something.

We had ten minutes to get to the other side of the airport so we didn’t miss our flight.

Then we discovered another thing.

A kid had given her ID and boarding passes to the TSA guy to check and he had given back her ID. But not her boarding passes. So she had to run off to Mrs Johnson to resolve that while the rest of us ran across the airport.

A smaller group had gotten there first and it was just a plain mess because then half of another group had ran all the way through, while the other half decided ‘you know what? let’s walk despite the fact we have like three minutes left.’ Because that’s a great idea.

Thankfully, all kids made it on the plane, even the kid that lost her boarding passes, plus all the chaperones. Almost.

Mr E ended up getting held up at security, so his group had to leave him behind. Then, when the airport realized they had messed up, they gave him a shuttle ride to the gate because it was their fault that he was held up. Unfortunately, they brought him to gate A instead of gate B. He ended up missing the flight.

There’s no reason to worry though as he was able to get the next flight and all he has to do is wait for it.

Anyways, so we had a 5 or so hour flight to Seattle where we stayed for around an hour while waiting for the next flight that would take us to the city closest to our town. We got some food and drinks while we waited. My friends and I messed around a bit and D also read some of the stories I had written on the plane.

Eventually, we were brought on to our last plane for the trip.

And we ended up being held up for over an hour because of unknown issues. The crew was really vague and just gave brief updates occasionally, although they were trying their best. This is also when I discovered that my devices (Apple Watch, iPad, and Phone) all had different times on them. My phone has New York time while my Apple Watch had Anchorage’s time. I still have no idea what time my iPad had. Might’ve been Seattle. My dad laughed at me over text when I told him.

After a bit, the plane was finally in the air and we eventually landed in Anchorage where kids reunited with their family. After we got my stuff, my parents and I drove back to our town which was two hours away. I was only fully awake for about an hour.

And yeah, that’s it. My first trip both on a plane and out of state. I am forever traumatized. I have spent three hours writing this.

(Also, the amount of time it took to get from New York to Anchorage was around 11 hours and 46 minutes (I had a timer on the entire time))

[beautifulblooms]

I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit - Steddie + Male!Reader (Proper Part 2)

Male!Reader, I promised a sad part 2, so here it is, it's a bit short but it does close up this sad story pretty well in my mind, reminder there is a happier ending that will be linked below, along with the part one to this story, I hope you all enjoy

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit Part 1

You Are the Bane of My Existence, and the Object of All My Desires (Happy ending)

Tags: @eddieverse, @alexs-playground, @rlmt1, @qthetherapist

It had been at least three weeks since I left, driving as far as I could on the tank of gas I already had in my car. I made it a few counties outside of Hawkins, got a cheap motel for a few days before I decided to look into a place I could make mine. A few days after being in the motel I found a simple job working the cashier stand at a grocery store, good pay for an easy job. I didn’t even want to think about Eddie, let alone Steve, so I just did my stupid little job and didn’t think of Hawkins. 

There were a few things that happened in those weeks after leaving that I would never know about, not like anyone there cared about me anyway. Steve and Eddie didn’t last long as a couple, Harrington simply didn’t care about the relationship anymore after the honeymoon phase wore off. And so with not wanting to be tethered to a person he didn’t love or care about anymore, he dumped Eddie on the spot.

“What, what do you mean we're over?” Munson had tears in his eyes, slowly welling up before they reached capacity and began to glide down his cheeks.

“I meant I don’t love you anymore, better cut it off before it gets too serious, right?” Steve almost had no emotion on his face as he went back into the video store to restock some tapes. He was still on the clock after all, and Eddie simply got into his van and sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what to do with himself. With no better option he pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive to a house he was all too familiar with. 

Pulling into the parking pad he turned the car off, a little confused why my car wasn’t there already, whatever he thought it was probably in the garage. Then he got to the front door, thrown wide open from when I left that shit hole town, that’s when he began panicking. Did someone break into his house? Where is he? Is he okay? 

“(y/n)? Dude, where are you?” More tears began to well up in his eyes, had his best friend really packed up and left town without telling him? Without a goodbye? Without him? Of course he wanted to stick with me, the one constant of his life from 3rd grade and on. We had always been by each other’s side, but now he was left by himself, sitting on the carpet of the living room I once called home, sobbing. 

“Why do I push everyone I love away?” A few minutes later he began to wail, loudly crying and pounding his fists on the floor and asking himself why he didn’t get to be happy, why did he have to suffer by himself, why did no one care about him? That’s how he fell asleep, too exhausted to continue screaming like he was, he forced himself to his feet, moving forward slightly to lay onto the couch he used to have sleepovers on with me. He didn’t even get to tell me he loved me, not like I would believe it with how he ditched me for Steve.

[kim-seung-mo]

Angel

Hwang Hyunjin x gn!Reader

Love doesn't always have to hurt

♩very short one-shot, romance, non-idol!au, slightest angst but mostly fluff, hyunjin cries like once, written in bullet points

♩♩word count: 1.1k

♩♩♩A/N: I wrote this in like 20 minutes for a friend soooo enjoy ig?? (also ik hyunjin's christian but this is au)

Until the day Hyunjin turned 18, he thought his whole life would pass in a blur

He was just an ordinary boy all throughout primary school, middle school, and high school

He was neither good nor bad at school, good-looking, but not very popular because of his introverted personality

His only friends were perhaps Minho, who was two years older than him, and his friend Chan

But even in the trio's circle of friends, he was always the one who was ignored

Although he didn't feel anything himself, to outsiders, his life was really lonely

Hyunjin did average in his college entrance exams and went to a school that was nothing serious, but was out of town

The two of his friends went to the same local university two years ago

So at the age of 18, Hyunjin lost all his friends and was left alone

His birthday was at the beginning of spring, a beautiful time when flowers bloom

But his heart felt as if it had withered

That night, sitting alone in his dormitory, he looked at the tiny cupcake sitting in front of him, the candle with "18" written on it

And for the first time, he shed tears of sadness

He was so lonely, but how had this happened?

Why did he feel that his life was already over when it was supposed to be a new beginning?

"If there really is a God out there..."

Hyunjin shook his head, he was an atheist, why was he speaking of such things?

But after another moment of silence, he clasped his hands together once more

"Dear God... I do not wish to be alone any longer ...... If you can, please send an angel to stay by my side......"

A light breeze blew by and the candle flame on the cupcake was blown out

Hyunjin smiled with bitterness

Maybe there really is a God in this world... It's just that even he is repulsed by him

With that thought, he went to the fridge to get a drink, but found that he had run out

Sighing, he put on his shoes and took his wallet with him, heading downstairs to the convenience store to buy another box

And it was in this convenience store that he met the person who would change his life

At first glance, the person didn't look anything special, but they gave off a very comfortable, non-aggressive feeling

To be honest, he hardly noticed the person at all

But it was this "normal" person that changed Hyunjin's life

"They seem friendly" was Hyunjin's first impression of you

Secondly, that they were very kind

Hyunjin had brought his wallet, but it was just a little short of the money he needed

This month's living expenses were running out, and he only now realized

He panicked and didn't know what to do

At that moment, he felt all the frustration coming to his heart

It was his birthday, yet nothing was going his way

The person in front of him, you, who seems to have noticed the difference, asks him in Korean with a slight accent, "Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?" is a simple question that you might not even have thought much about, just a casual question

But for Hyunjin at the time, that question was the little bit of care he needed

The tears came in a flash, without any warning

He sat down on his knees and cried helplessly, not caring whether it was humiliating or not

Seeing him in this state, you came out from behind the counter and crouched down beside him

"Sir? Are you in pain somewhere? Do you need me to do something?"

He shook his head even though he was still crying

He didn't even know what he was crying for at the moment

Was it because he was touched? Or was it because the pressure had finally been released? Maybe it was a little of both

"Thank you..." He whispers, tugging at your sleeve

He opens his watery eyes and looks at you, speaking in a sincere tone

"Really, thank you for caring about me..."

That is the story of Hyunjin's first encounter with the love of his life, the only love of his life, that is, you

Your name is Y/N, you're a foreigner who moved to Korea for family reasons

You attended the same university as Hyunjin and studied art

After that somewhat awkward first encounter, you became friends

You worked at the convenience store and Hyunjin came down every day to buy breakfast

The conversations that lasted less than five minutes a day slowly began to become something more

Hyunjin isn't uninteresting, he's actually a thoughtful boy

It's just that no one ever took the time to get to know him, no one ever wanted to engage with him too much

He also loves art and everything to do with art

He also likes to dance, and you described his dancing as being like an elegant swan

No one ever knew, because he never tried to show it

Five minutes of conversation a day adds up to 35 minutes a week, two and a half hours a month

You became the person he knew best, even though he still didn't know anything about you

The week before Christmas, he finally got up the nerve to ask for your number

He didn't know what love was, he had never known such deep feelings

Even with you, he didn't know exactly what his feelings were

They say that love is deep, that it is painful and joyful

But he doesn't seem to feel the same way about you, it doesn't seem to be painful or profound

It seemed to flow slowly and gently, nourishing his lonely heart little by little

There were no ups and downs, merely an accumulation of feelings

If the rest of his life was like this, Hyunjin might keep smiling like this every day

You say his smile is a bit silly and cute like a ferret

If someone else had said that, maybe Hyunjin would have started to be concerned about his smile and would have stopped smiling

But coming from you, it's not quite the same

He likes it when you say that, when you notice the details about him

"Would you like to go out with me?"

Hyunjin asks on a bridge near the school on Christmas night

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me" you tease

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think, Pabo, it means "yes" of course"

Hyunjin blushed, although he expected that you wouldn't say no, he still felt his heart skip a beat when you actually said yes

It was snowing for the first time that winter

On the bridge, Hyunjin's face was flushed, not sure if it was because of the cold or because he was shy

He bent down and hugged you gently

Perhaps God really heard his prayers that day

And sent an angel to stay by his side

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

[lucy90712]

cravings/mood swings (pregnancy series)

Series masterlist

George:

The hormones from pregnancy have made me an entirely different person at times which was a huge shock to both me and George when they first started to hit because I've always been pretty good with my emotions and hormones even when on my period. To me it isn't as bad because I only notice after my mood swings but poor George has to deal with me during.

George came down the stairs after filming a video and came to join me sat on the sofa. I was eating salty crisps (chips) some of which George stole as he sat down, this really set off my hormones for whatever reason and I looked at him with just pure anger that he would even dare to steal my food that I had been craving.

"George what the fuck I wanted those" I almost shouted

"I'm sorry love I didn't mean to I can get you more if you want them" he said panicked slightly

I gave no reaction to what George said as I came down from my rage because I realised I was being way too over the top. I always feel awful when I yell at George because he doesn't deserve it at all but he just happens to be around all the time so he's the one who bares the brunt of all my emotions. I apologised to George and gave him some of my crisps to make up for it and we cuddled on the sofa for a bit.

Later in the evening George was showing me cute videos he has of cat from when he was in his office which were just so adorable and made me so incredibly happy but then the sadness came over and tears started to fall down my face.

"Hey what's wrong?" George asked

"It's just so cute like how can one small animal be so cute" I sobbed

He comforted me and we spent the rest of the evening doing things that didn't provoke any emotions in me.

Dream:

My cravings have been very strong though my pregnancy so far which is a combination of normal things and weird concoctions just whatever I was feeling in that exact moment and I mean that exact moment. My cravings are things that have to be satisfied within the hour or else it's too late and I get over it.

It's about 10pm and I'm just chilling waiting for Clay to get out the shower so we can watch the office together. At that exact moment a craving for pickles came over me, its not a craving I've had before but its one that I know is kind of common. I checked all the cupboards and fridge to see if we had any but we didn't which made me quite sad.

Clay came down the stairs to see me staring at the empty cupboard with a few tears in my eyes. He came over to me looking at what I was before becoming very confused at what exactly was going through my mind clearly wondering if I was going a bit insane.

"Is everything alright?" He asked

"We don't have any pickles" I whined

"Do you want me to go and get you some?" He asked

I nodded my head and we went to the car to drive to the store to go buy pickles mainly because I didn't want to be left alone. Clay actually went into the store while I stayed in the car because he didn't want me getting cold but he soon came back with two jars of pickles just incase I wanted more another day.

Back at home I ate half the pickles in the jar and very much enjoyed it and so did baby which was the whole point of going to get them. I imagine just like every other craving I will get over it and move on to a new one.

Sapnap:

My mood swings have been insane so far during pregnancy like way morse than they would be before my period is due to arrive. I feel so awful that Sapnap has to deal with me because he used to hate it when I got so very emotional before my period and now its constant and like x1000.

I have been slightly more emotional than usual today which has just been ruining my day because I can't seem to get anything done without crying or raging at myself but I've yet to spend much time with Sapnap so he has been spared from my disastrous day so far. This soon changed when he came downstairs and sat with me on the sofa.

He attempted to cuddle with me but something in my brain told me that I didn't want that and I should be mad at him for even trying to be affectionate even though I love him so very much.

"No get off me" I said a bit too harshly

"Oh I'm sorry baby is there anything you want?" He asked trying to be accommodating

I shrugged him off still slightly angry but getting over it very quickly and feeling bad for half yelling at him. My anger soon completely dissolved and was replaced by sadness at the fact that I had yelled and now wanted to cuddle but he wasn't going to want to now right, I mean I've just yelled at him so why would he want to cuddle.

A few tears started to form in my eyes and soon spilled out onto my face wetting my cheeks which I tired to hide by facing away from Sapnap but of course he knows me and tried to see what I was hiding. As soon as he saw I was crying he put his hands on my face to wipe the tears and gave me a kiss.

"What's wrong babe? How can I fix it?" He asked

"I feel bad for yelling and I want cuddles but you don't want to give them to me because I was mean" I explained

"You are so silly of course I'll still give you cuddles if you want them" he said

He pulled me into a big bear hug where we stayed for the rest of the day and night.

Quackity:

I have been having a lot of odd cravings over the past few weeks most of which are completely unnatural and Alex thinks are gross but they actually taste really good. To me at least.

Tonight I was really feeling like eating chicken nuggets with honey, I really wanted to eat it but I was scared to ask Alex to come to the store with me because he would think it was weird and judge me which my fragile little heart couldn't take.

"Alex will you go to the store with me please?" I asked

"Of course love what do you want this time?" He asked

"Chicken nuggets and honey" I whispered

"What was that" he questioned

"Chicken nuggets and honey" I said a bit louder

"That sounds interesting lets go" he said

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up and to the car where we went to McDonald's for the chicken nuggets and then target for the honey before going back home. Alex was interested to try this combination too so the both of us sat down to try it. At first the flavour was really weird but once you got used to it it was really good actually and now I think I'm obsessed and by the looks of things so is Alex because his face looked like he had just had the best thing ever.

Karl:

Oh my has it been a rollercoaster so far, I've been so over emotional and have been craving so many different things it is so hard to keep up with for me let alone Karl.

This morning I was trying to make breakfast and I couldn't open the milk which upset me but then the bowls were up too high so I couldn't reach which made me even more upset but the last straw for this morning was when I had just sat down after struggling with everything and someone rang the doorbell just as I was about to eat the cereal I had really been wanting. I answered the door to collect the parcel the man had before going back to the living room with tears starting to slip down my face.

I'm not sure why I was so upset but I was which stopped me eating my cereal because I was crying which made me cry more because I really wanted the cereal, it was just an awful cycle. Karl walked in as I was staring at my full bowl of cereal sobbing which caused him to run over to see what was wrong.

"Hey hey whats wrong?" He asked

"Nothing is going right and all I want to do is eat my cereal but I can't because I'm crying which is making me more upset" I ranted

"Oh honey I'm sorry how about you follow my breathing to calm down and then eat your cereal ok?" He suggested

He helped me calm down enough to be able to eat my cereal which was kind of soggy by now but I still very much enjoyed it and soon got back to my normal self.

Wilbur:

My hormones are all over the place which normally I can handle but every now and then I get too overly emotional and just cry over random things, this usually happens when I'm alone so I just deal with it myself.

Today Wilbur took the day off from working so he's here to see the rollercoaster that is my day and believe me it can be a rollercoaster. I had a breakdown this morning when doing chores I was unloading the dishwasher and I kept almost dropping everything I touched which made me so mad at myself and really sad at the same time. I just left the room and sat down for a minute talking to myself to sort my brain out then went back to doing chores.

Later in the afternoon we were watching a nature documentary which we do a lot and there was this lizard and her babies that were being hunted by a large bird, I was willing them to get away but the bird caught the babies and the mother got away. This made me so sad that the lizard lost her babies while I was sat there carrying my baby. I started crying thinking about the fact that anything could happen to little bean once their here.

"It's ok love its just natures way" Wilbur said

"But what if bad things happen to bean when their here obviously not like that but anything could happen" I sniffled

"We will protect bean as best we can to stop anything bad happening but for now their safe where they are" Wilbur said

This made me feel better and luckily the rest of the documentary wasn't sad at all and there was some cute moments which made me forget about all my worries.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Your so great at writing omg- so could you do a part two of the yandere techno and philza?

And other idea for a different request!

Maybe ghostbur? 👀 With florist reader? And someone burned down there shop so they are very upset so ghostbur comforts them and helps build then a new one?

Again please take as long as you need.

- Your beloved Moosh ( platonically! :3)

Moosh, darling! Hello! How are you doing today? Part two of the yandere Tech and Phil chapter is up! Thank you for your requests, your ideas are just chefs kiss!

This is a tad bit short. I really really have to get out of the habit of writing 10k+ stories, because then I have no energy to write the other requests that have been waiting for a while <3

Also. This turned out to be angstier than I had hoped...

TW: Depression, emotion repression, large mentions of past Wilbur x Reader

Dead Blue Flowers (C!Ghostbur x GN!Depressed!Reader)

How...? How did this happen?

You tried so hard to remain neutral in this war, even going as far as to avoid telling people your opinions on things. Wasn't raising your tax weekly back when Schlatt was in control enough?

You just gave people flowers, for god's sake! Why did they have to burn the shop to nothing but cinders?!

Standing in front of the charred frame of your shop that had once been your prized possession. Every dollar you had raised, every smile that appeared on the faces of people you gave flowers to... You remembered the genuine smile on Wilbur's face when he gave you this plot of land to build whatever store you wanted...

Now it was all ashes that slipped through the cracks between your fingers...

"(Y/n)?" An echoing and airy voice echoed through your ears and you glanced up slightly to see a pair of shoes levitating a few inches off the ground, "What happened to your shop- Oh, you're crying, here. Take some blue. Calm yourself."

Crying?

While the levitating figure dug around, trying to find this so-called blue, you rose your hands up and touched your cheeks to find them slightly damp. When you pulled your hands away, a small cold pouch of blue dye was carefully placed in your hands, causing a small shiver to crawl down your spine, "Thanks, Bur..." You whispered softly, trying to smile to calm him down, but you just found your eyes welling up with more tears, so you put your head down in an attempt to hide them from your ghost friend.

"Did it not work? Perhaps that blue was broken..." Ghostbur reached into his small bag with his dye-stained fingers, digging around for a pouch of dye that wasn't 'broken'. You could feel a faint bit of panic in his voice as he mumbled about how blue always worked for him, so he didn't know why it wasn't working for you.

"No, Bur... It's just... I don't know what to do. My shop is gone. It was my pride and joy. Now I don't have anything left..." You murmured, holding the, now two, dye-filled packages in your cupped hands, "Even the cornflower seeds I used to make the blue flowers I gave you... They're nothing now... His mem- I'm nothing now..."

Ghostbur was panicking and the blue clutched in his hands was evident of that, "No, no! Don't say things like that! Come, come-" He gave a few coughs, his negative emotions seeming to affect him physically as well as emotionally.

You slowly pushed yourself up into a standing position, rubbing your eyes with your sleeves as your fingertips were tainted with dye. While you didn't feel much happier, despite Ghostbur's best efforts, you knew that emotionally he couldn't handle your sadness, "Thanks, Bur. I do feel much happier thanks to your blue. I'm gonna head home now." You gave him your best smile, watching as the sweater-wearing spirit studied your eyes to see if you were lying.

"Oh, okay!" The ghost perked up slightly, but his smile looked a tad bit hollow in your eyes. Guess you were in no place to judge, you did just give your best friend a smile to get him to stop panicking... Was this emotion suppression? Probably. Yeah. Ah well... As long as he's happy now. "I'm gonna go see Phil now, maybe you should come to visit sometime soon. He makes really good tea and biscuits."

"Yeah... I'll hop by his place sometime soon." You gave him the empty promise, knowing very well you didn't want anything to do with social interactions for quite a while until you found something else to put your time towards.

Over the next few days, Ghostbur would wait outside your house for you to come out and walk with you to your flower shop, but he then began to realize that you had nothing to walk to. Hell, you didn't have a reason to leave your house anymore... There was no point in coming outside. After standing under the awning above your front door for a few moments, he got an idea in his head, so he set off towards the house of Alivebur's father.

"Phiiiiiil?" He called softly, opening the front door to see the injured avian sitting in his chair in front of the fireplace, "Ah, Philza! Just the man I wanted to see!"

"Hey mate," The blond greeted softly, setting his cup of tea down on the table before getting up to properly interact with the ghost of his son, "What do ya' need from me?"

For a few seconds, hesitance filled Ghostbur's veins. He hadn't completely thought through this idea and didn't even know how you or Phil would react to it, "My ange- best friend, (Y/n)... Well, they were very very important to Alivebur, and I still have many happy memories of them... But they aren't happy now because someone burnt down their flower shop... They haven't left their house in a few days, and I'm getting a really bad feeling, Phil!" Despite the fact that a pouch of blue was tightly grasped in his hands, the ghost didn't seem to be feeling any calmer, ultimately chalking it up to the flowers he had made the dye out of must've been from a bad place.

Philza grabbed onto the ghost of his son, giving a faint hiss of pain at the icy buzz that attacked his palms, but ignored it and kept his hands on his son's shoulders. Or what was left of the son he killed, "Wil- Ghostbur. Calm down. I want you to go visit them and make sure they're still okay-"

"But I think they'll only be okay if their shop is built! I want to rebuild it for them!" Ghostbur whined softly, not exactly understanding why he felt so strongly towards you, "Alivebur really really cared about them, which means I care about them. And they're sad, even with the blue I gave them..."

Phil pursed his lips together, trying to keep quiet about exactly why Wilbur cared about you so much, "Okay, okay... I want you to go visit them and find the blueprints of their shop... If-If you can't, then I'm sure we can build something similar... Just please, make sure they're alive, eating and taking care of themselves..."

"Alive? Of course they're alive- right? right, Phil?" Ghostbur hiccuped slightly, bringing up his dye-stained fingers to his mouth in shock when the avian hesitated, "Phil?"

"Just, go check on them Wil... Please."

Without another word, the ghost hurried out the door and looked up at the rapidly darkening sky, as he floated towards the person his alive self adored so greatly. "(Y/n)... Why did Alivebur care for you so much? Why did he want you in his life so bad?" When the transparent male arrived at your door, he hurriedly pounded his fists on the door before pressing himself against it to hide under the awning as rain began to sprinkle down from the sky, "(Y/n)! Please, it's raining!" He cried, not wanting to melt.

There was a few seconds of silence before there was a rushing sound of footsteps coming from the inside of the house. Before the ghost could react, the door flew open, causing him to tumble onto the floor inside the house, "Bur! You should've checked the weather!"

He looked up at his saviour... And gave the softest smile he's ever worn. Even it had only been a few days, he began to realize just how much you meant to him as well, not just Alivebur. You were a guardian angel... A saviour from reality...

"Y-yeah, I know..." You murmured, trying to flatten down your unbrushed hair before shrinking away from your friend's gaze and into your oversized sweater that had once been Wilbur's, "I haven't really bothered to... Uhm... manage my appearance..."

"No worries, angel..." He blurted out, causing you to flinch as you stared at him. He didn't even know why he called you that to be completely honest, but he pushed himself off of your floor and dusted himself free of invisible dust, "Why haven't you been coming outside? I've been waiting outside for you every day... Phil was also worried about you losing a life in here alone!"

Pursing your lips together, you couldn't help but avoid the gaze of the ghost as you shut the door, "Sorry Bur, I've just been really tired..." You gave him a tired smile, but this time it didn't work on the poor ghost.

"I- I uhm... I know I'm forgetful, I know I'm an amnesiac, but I still feel this... I still feel things, and I try my best to make sure no one else feels it... But it's not working for helping you." He nervously grabbed onto a pouch of blue in his messenger bag, gritting his teeth together for a moment, "I figured out why that shop means so much to you... It's because it was a gift from Alivebur... Your lover... And now you feel like you have nothing left to hold his memory."

He watched as your eyes went wide and beginning to fill with tears before he went to his bag, going to grab some blue for you, but he paused upon seeing something else. A cornflower, one that never got turned into a dye, but it was withered and dead from being in the bag for so long, "Wil-Gho... Bur..." You hiccuped, trying to form words to create an apology, but your throat felt like it was tied in knots.

"That's also why you call me Bur... Because you don't want to accept that Aliv-... Wilbur... Is now a ghost..." He walked closer to you and put his hand on your arms, thankfully you were wearing a sweater to prevent frostbite from attacking your skin, "And that's okay! It's okay, (Y/n), you loved him... And he loved you, which means I love you... but I know you need time to cope with Al- Wilbur's... Death..." He carefully reached up and took your wrist, bringing your hand up into view so he could press the dead cold cornflower into your palm, "Until then, I'll stay by your side as your best friend..."

You slowly reached up and put your hand against his cheek, even though the contact burned your fingertips and he hardly felt solid... He was there... "Thank you... Ghostbur." You lowered your hand and smiled down at the dead flower in your palm.

"Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up! Me and Phil will help you rebuild your flower shop... When the rain lets up of course!"

[asmo-baby5]

Burned

Request: @seerachii-art

Description: Mc had gotten very used to the Devildom and would wander around by themself now. They had pacts with the seven highest ranking demons right after the Prince himself and they were close friends with the angels, the powerful sorcerer, and Barbatos and Diavolo themselves. They never accounted for a lower ranking demon wanting to attack them for these relationships.

CW: mentions of burns, slight gore (not a lot)

Lucifer-

•he had gone out looking for Mc after they never showed up for dinner.

•he was very pissed that they went out alone, but he assumed if they really needed help they would call or use their pact to summon him.

•he walked through the Devildom with a very calm demeanor.

•of course, that was right up until he actually saw them.

•Mc was sitting outside of RAD with Barbatos hovering over them like a worried mother.

•"Mc, it is past time for dinner. What are you doing still at..."

•his voice faded out as Mc looked up at him.

•they were holding a damp towel over half their face and tears were flowing freely out of their open eye.

•his normal calm demeanor gave way to an eerie calm.

•"what happened?"

•his voice was low and made Mc flinch away from him.

•they looked so pathetic...

•Barbatos tried to explain what happened but he looked straight at Mc, waiting for their recount of events.

•"he was saying, saying bad things about you." They somehow got out through all the crying.

•lucifer was starting to fill in the blanks himself, but he still needed to assess the damage in order to decide what punishment would befit a lower demon who dared to harm this human.

•Barbatos helped Mc to gently pull the towel away from their face and show Lucifer the large burn covering over their eye.

•the cold towel had stopped the skin from pulling away from their face more than it already had.

•needless to say that calm demeanor quickly turned into burning hot (no pun intended) anger.

•with the help of Barbatos, who had just so happened to be leaving RAD at the time Mc was attacked, Lucifer was able to get them home.

•he offered, more than once, to fly back but they refused so he settled on just carrying them back.

•every fiber of his being wanted to go after the demon that harmed Mc, but he knew he had to get them home and settled before he could even think about leaving their side again.

•Mc refused any magical treatment, so Lucifer took them back to the human world for medical treatment.

•they ended up with a scar over the eye they had unfortunately lost sight in.

•everytime Lucifer saw that scar he'd get very irritated and would be stuck to Mc's side up until he physically could not have them with him for work.

•would pass them onto Simeon so he could keep an eye on them because he didn't trust any of his brothers to keep them completely out of harms way.

•the demon who hurt them was currently (and for the next few centuries) being used as a chew toy for Cerberus.

Mammon-

•rarely let's Mc out of his sight,

•so when they somehow manage to give him the slip one day he starts to freak out, rightfully so.

•not only that but his pact mark was starting to heat up, that only happened when Mc was in trouble.

•he retraces their steps from that day hoping to find Mc at one of the places they had visited.

•he smells them before he actually sees them.

•a mix of tears, sweat, and burnt flesh drew him towards a corner just outside of RAD.

•Mc was holding a sopping wet cloth up to their cheek and was wiping at the tears falling down their face with their free hand.

•every so often they would grimace as they moved the cloth around.

•Mammon was frozen in place looking at his human crying and shaking.

•he could practically feel their pain and their fear.

•he snapped out of it when he caught a glimpse of what was under the cloth.

•"Mc, who the hell burned ya?"

•he tried to keep calm, but let's be honest, being calm when the one person he loved above others was hurt was not exactly easy.

•"who. Burned. You?" His tone dropped to a threatening low growl.

•when Mc flinched at his tone he did calm down a bit though.

•he had to take care of them first before looking for revenge.

•when Mc explained that they were cornered by two lower demons and then lightly burned before they ran away, Mammon had to literally fight to keep from growling.

•it was bad enough for Mc to be attacked, but to be cornered by two demons was the most cowardly thing he had ever heard.

•when he checked the burn his heart clenched.

•there was a good chunk of flesh missing from their cheek.

•he flew them home and tried to convince them to get it magically treated so it wouldn't take as long and there'd be no scar, but Mc refused.

•he didnt leave their side after that incident.

•if you thought Mammon was possessive before, just wait until you see him now.

•he sleeps in Mc's room

•walks with them to school

•constantly texts them when in separate classes

•and goes with them wherever after school

•he doesn't trust anyone else with Mc's wellbeing.

•seeing the scar on their cheek ups his protectiveness and he will follow them around like a puppy.

Levi-

•he knew something was wrong when Mc never showed up for the new episode of an anime they were watching together.

•he was immediately anxious but tried to reason that maybe they were just caught up doing homework or maybe getting snacks and Beel cornered them for the food etc etc.

•yeah, his reasoning quickly turned into overthinking.

•he was about to go looking for them when suddenly he felt a pit in his stomach.

•he could just feel that something in the House of Lamentation was wrong.

•he opened his door only to be met with panicked shouts from floor to floor and the sound of running footsteps.

•like he thought, something was wrong.

•"Leviathan!"

•angry Lucifer shouts were coming from downstairs, so thats where he headed to see what was so wrong.

•he stopped in his tracks though as the view of Mc curled into a ball on Mammon's lap with a towel over their face entered his field of vision.

•he was supposed to be looking after them and the pit in his stomach only grew as he watched Mammon make very small and soft movements with Mc, something he never did ever.

•"Mc...?"

•Levi's voice was small as he got closer and could finally smell it,

•the burnt flesh on Mc's face being held together by the cold towel.

•he almost gagged, and would have if Lucifer didn't suddenly grab his shoulder pulling his senses away from the smell and sight. 

•"where were you!?"

•is all Lucifer had to ask for Levi to realize that Mc got hurt,

•they got hurt on his watch,

•he couldn't protect them.

•"I- I'm ok, okay." Mc had stuttered out, the pain made it hard to string words together

•it took a moment for Levi to compose himself, and even when he did outwardly he was an utter MESS inside.

•do-dont lie, Mc..." he slowly made his way over to them, but kept his distance from them.

•they got hurt because he wasn't competent enough,

•there was no way he could let himself ever indulge in their presence after this.

•he would of course take revenge against whoever dared to hurt Mc,

•but when they reached out and gently held onto Levi's hand, their's still trembling,

•he finally decided that being with them was the only place he wanted to be.

•as much as he wanted to absolutely decimate whoever hurt them, Mc needed him there more,

•and his Henry always came first.

•besides, he was fairly certain Lucifer was already making preparations to take care of the demon.

Satan-

•he was out with Mc looking for some new books from a bookstore that just opened.

•the two got separated for barely two minutes,

•but it was more than enough time for a group of demons to walk over and taunt them.

•Mc's already poor relationship with the other demons in the Devildom had recently got worse.

•its not like Satan didn't know this,

•he was hyper aware of the fact Mc was being targeted more often by lower demons for petty jabs.

•that's why losing them in a new store caused anxiety to creep into his body and sit like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

•Mc had expressed their fear of these demons (cowards, as Satan kindly referred to them) trying something more than jabs,

•so he felt very protective over them since then, wanting them to feel safe when they were with him.

•But safe was the exact opposite of what they were now.

•Satan quickly found Mc, but he also witnessed one demon slap them,

•hard.

•hard enough that they left a burnt handprint scarred onto Mc's cheek.

•Satan could barely process what had happened.

•before he knew it his vision had gone red and he could feel a low growl coming from deep in his gut.

•he was about to go after the demons who did this but Mc stopped him with a whimper that immediately brought him back.

•he wasn't really the most calm all the time,

•but in a crisis he was the best demon to go to because he could keep a surprisingly cool head.

•once his temper had cooled down enough for him to stop clenching both his jaw and his fists, he set to work caring for them.

•As he took the time to properly dress the wound the human way, Mc explained to him what happened.

•the group apparently confronted them about Satan's reputation.

•he was once known as the cruelest and scariest demon right after Lucifer,

•but apparently rumors had started to spread that he had become soft.

•many demons blamed Mc for this change because they had a pact with him and Satan was most definitely not known for having pacts with anyone.

•as he listened to this his anger started to spike again, but he pushed it back down enough to swiftly carry the Mc home.

•he didnt want to have to rely on Lucifer for anything, but only he could come and go between the human world and the Devildom,

•and Mc needed burn treatment in an environment that would promote healing for humans.

•once he knew Mc was being well taken care of though, he finally let his anger rise and bubble at the surface.

•he got a pretty good look at the demons who hurt Mc, and Satan NEVER forgot a face.

•once the Mc had come back, the scar left by the demon made Satan's rage come back anew every time.

•he even requested that Asmo try any and all facials and treatments that could get rid of scars.

•and as for the group of demons?

•well,

•let's just say,

•you should never make the Avatar of Wrath your enemy...

Asmo-

•he and Mc were on a date.

•clothes shopping, tea, sweets, spa, and hairdresser.

•everything was going great,

•Asmo was having the most perfect time being with Mc for so long without his brothers interfering.

•that is, up until their hair appointment.

•the two were separated for a bit because they each needed different treatments done to their hair.

•Asmo didn't think much of it.

•he had taken Mc to this particular hairdresser many times already, so he never thought anything bad could possibly happen to them.

•he was proven wrong when a scream came from the other side of the building,

•the area where Mc was.

•Asmo shot up out of his chair and practically teleported to where they were.

•what he saw made this normally pretty calm demon's blood boil.

•one of the workers was bowing and apologizing repeatedly as Mc looked at them dazedly.

•but what really got to him was the intern hiding behind a corner, laughing.

•"so this is funny, is it?"

•he had snuck up behind them and asked, his voice unusually low.

•"this particular human is under the complete protection of Lord Diavolo, would you like to explain to him why there is now a burn covering half their face?"

•the intern paled at that and shook their head.

•"I would not think so. Now explain to me how this happened."

•the intern explained that they dipped the cloth that goes on Mc's face in scalding hot water.

•they knew Mc was a human and they wanted to test their limits,

•but they adamantly maintained that they never intentionally harmed Mc.

•Asmo was furious, especially because this happened in a place where he was only a few feet away.

•but he did give up on grilling the intern, deciding he'd give their name over to Diavolo and Lucifer later, in favor of comforting Mc.

•they were coming out of their daze but that meant the pain was starting to set in.

•Asmo was able to carry them out of the shop and quickly home before they could scream again,

•or cry.

•he would definitely go on a rampage if Mc started crying and killing a demon in broad daylight was not a good look for his cute image.

•he informed Lucifer what happened and trusted he would then take it to Diavolo.

•Asmo carried Mc to his room and set them in his low hanging seat so he could tend to their burn.

•thankfully it wasnt bad enough to be cause for major concern,

•but it was bad enough that Asmo was worried about some scarring.

•he was able to clean the skin around the burn and then apply a few different treatments to lessen the scarring process.

•he promised to use all kinds of facials on Mc, once they were feeling up to it, so the scars would heal quickly.

•once Mc was taken care of, he couldn't even think of leaving their side,

•so he opted to lie down on his bed with them.

•Mc fell asleep rather quickly, the trauma making them exhausted.

•Asmo couldn't fall asleep for a while though as he spent time blaming himself for the injury.

•he would never, ever, forget this day...

Beel-

•he was out to eat with Mc as usual.

•there was an all you can eat buffet that had just opened up and Beel was all willing to pay for both of their meals if Mc went with him.

•of course they did.

•it is way too hard to say no to Beel.

•while he was on his fifth plate of food, Mc wandered of to the bathroom for a small break.

•they accidentally ran into a group of demons on the way there and got into a small altercation.

•they started badgering Mc and complaining about how the nicest demon brother was no longer able nor willing to hang out with them because he'd rather be with Mc.

•it was a small, petty, argument that unfortunately ended up in a small burn that ate through the first and second layer of skin on Mc's cheek.

•the demon that did it freaked out because they knew humans were weak by my god they're way too weak!

•the group ran away, out of the restaurant, leaving Mc staring wide eyed at the floor, the pain from their cheek slowly starting to register.

•they walked calmly back to the table to grab Beel.

•"B-Beel, Beel, we need to, to leave." They had stuttered out.

•the pain was making it hard to form sentences.

•"Mc, I can get a free meal if I finish this..."

•Beel's sentence had faded off as he finally looked up.

•Mc's eyes were glazed over from the pain and blood was dripping down from the pretty sizeable hole in their cheek.

•the big demon was up and out of the restaurant in no time, carrying Mc with him.

•he didnt really know what to do in the moment but he did know Mc needed help, fast.

•he went to Solomon first because his magic is the first thing Beel's panicked mind landed on.

•Solomon immediately went to work cleaning and bandaging the wound.

•because of his medicinal herbs, he had learned a fair amount of human medicine and knew how to care for a burn.

•Beel refused to leave their side, only doing so when Solomon convinced him to call Lucifer and inform him of what happened.

•After Solomon had taken care of the burn, he talked Beel into letting Mc stay at Purgatory Hall for a few days so that the rowdy demon brothers wouldn't interfere with their healing.

•Beel was over every day, almost every hour, to check up on them.

•once the burn had healed a fair amount, Solomon was able to use his magic to prevent any scarring.

•Beel 100% blamed himself for the injury, he felt he had once again failed to protect an important part of his family.

•it took a lot of convincing from Mc and Belphie for him to stop blaming himself so much.

•he was never focused on revenge against the demons that did this as his full focus was on Mc and their recovery,

•Lucky for him, Solomon and Lucifer weren't as focused on Mc..

Belphie-

•he never really left the house and he wasn't super overprotective of Mc like the other brothers were.

•he knew their strength but also knew that if they needed him they would call for him.

•so when the pact mark he had with Mc started to heat up and quickly started to burn, he knew that was them calling for him.

•they needed his help and he was more than willing to give it.

•he left the house in a hurry as the mark started to burn more and more.

•despite trusting Mc to pretty much take care of themself,

•he couldn't deny the worry and concern rapidly growing.

•the pact mark between a human and their demon is supposed to connect them and one is supposed to be able to find the other through this mark

•but Belphie was new to pacts with humans and he wasn't quite sure how to use it to find Mc.

•this did not help his concern as he realized they could literally be anywhere in the Devildom.

•he decided to just go to all their favorite places to see if he could find them.

•he eventually found them pacing right outside the planetarium.

•it was their place, the two of them, so he mentally slapped himself for not checking there sooner.

•"Mc, whats going on?"

•he walked over to them but they turned away from him.

•he froze as one of the worst smells ever finally reached his nose.

•it was awful.

•"Mc, what happened?" He tried to reach out and grab their shoulder but he stopped when he noticed them trembling.

•"Uh, um, its nothing, nothing bad."

•their voice was trembling just as much as their body and Belphie had finally reached his limit.

•he spun them around and was about to say something but he froze.

•Mc was crying while holding their jacket over one half of their face.

•Belphie grabbed the hand that was holding the jacket and gently pried it away from their face.

•Mc grimaced with every movement and Belphie swore under his breath, hating that he was hurting them.

•once the jacket was fully gone his sleepy eyes widened and any left over drowsiness from earlier was completely gone.

•there was a large burn over their eye and the skin around it was pulling away.

•he realized that's where the smell was coming from.

•"What happened?"

•he repeated his question from earlier but this time there was no way anyone could ignore his threateningly low voice.

•"N-nothing, seriously, Im taking care of it. And I, I called Solomon and he's on, on his way to help. I'm okay."

•Belphie felt his heart drop as Mc said this.

•either they didnt trust him enough to let him help or they didnt love him enough to tell him what happened.

•he really hated both of those options.

•"I'll stay here with you until he shows up then."

•he'd feel even more awful if he brought it up and made Mc feel guilty on top of their physical pain though.

•he sat with them silently for a few minutes until Solomon showed up.

•Solomon took them back to Purgatory Hall to clean and patch up the burn.

•Belphie went with and held their hand as Solomon had to get rough to fully clean it.

•he stayed with them the whole time, swearing to never leave their side again.

•once they finally fell asleep he took it on himself to go after whoever dared to touch, let alone harm his human.

•they would pay.

•he wasn't nearly as cruel, or strong, as some of his older brothers,

•but he sure knew how to hold a grudge.

•and that promise of never leaving their side could hold off a few more hours...

[beetsandskzreads]

silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.