#and um... a kid who seems lost? haha

[midsummereve1993]

Could you a mick mars where reader is pregnant with there second child and there eldest who is five is asking how she got pregnant and where does babies come from

Sorry this took so long to write, I had it in the works and then my grandma for sick, and then I lost her, so I'm just now starting to get back on track

@saylorsaysstop @mick-mars-appreciation-blog @valeriiecameron @love-on-mars @jd-mp3 @la-undercover-latina

Where do babies come from

January 5 1996

Summery fluff and mentions of pregnancy and the birds and the bees.

A/n please let me know what you think about this, just so I can get feedback on my stories

Mick walked into the kitchen to see his daughter irelyn sitting at the table drawing as he saw his wife at the stove cleaning it as he walked over and placed his hands on her baby bump and gave her a kiss on the cheek making her laugh, "good morning baby she said turning around to kiss him on the lips before heading over to there daughter. She was currently pregnant with their second daughter and she was due in March and he couldn't be happier, Mick never gave much thought to having more children because he had three adult children and one grandchildren and another on the way.

But that all changed when he met kimber 1988  and irelyn was born two years later, kimber had Complications with her first pregnancy and they both decided not to have anymore kids but last year they found out they were expecting again and this pregnancy seems to ok with no issues or complications, his three older children adored there sister and are excited for another sibling to join the the family. "Daddy can I ask a question," six year old irelyn said, coming up to her dad and sitting in his lap, "sure baby anything Mick said smiling. She was at the age where she liked to ask questions and mick and kimber loved to see her learn, "where do babies come from daddy because mommy is pregnant and sissy stormy is pregnant too she said making mick eyes grow wide at the question. 

"Um well baby he said trying to think of the words to say that was appropriate for a Six year old, he saw his wife laughing her butt off. "Daddy answered my question, "how did mommy and sissy storm get the babies in them and how do they get out? irelyn said looking at both parents. "Well mommy has a special seed that she plants in the ground and daddy comes along and waters the ground, "so u sprouted from the ground cool she said making her parents laugh. "Yes baby you did and then we went to the field and picked you up and brought you home, "so you are picking my sister up from the field.

"Yes sweetie now why don't you finish your drawing? Mick said as he watched as his daughter walked to the kitchen table before looking at his wife, "so planted in the ground baby she said laughing as Mick gave her a glare. "It's what I thought of in a panic, "haha I can't imagine you going to a field and picking out a baby, she said, trying to picture him doing that. "Haha funny baby, "I can't imagine myself either so let's just leave it at that he said giving his wife a kiss as they walked over to their daughter.

Irelyn never asked again but the thought of mick going to a field and picking babies made her laugh each time, on March 17 1996 they welcomed their second daughter Scarlett ann into the world and their family was complete.

[fizzingwizard]

On my way home from work today I found a lavender wallet with a key inside. I had groceries and couldn't wait around too long, and it was an area with only parking lots and no people in sight, so I decided to take it to the nearest police station.

After walking a few blocks, I came to a park with lots of kids that is very near the police station. I was walking holding the wallet out, hoping the owner might see it, but nope. However, there was one kid who caught my eye. She was dressed very brightly and I kind of had the feeling she was swerving toward me and then running away. But she never actually looked at me, and she was skipping and running and going all over the place. I really had this pull that said "it's her wallet," but I couldn't justify why I thought so? So I decided it was just better to keep going to the police and let them handle it. The girl disappeared then anyway.

Took about ten min to get to the station, where the police took aaaaaall my info x'D Actually scared me a little, like did they think there had been money and I took it? Fortunately the wallet was very small and couldn't have held more than loose change anyway. They were nice, I don't think they suspected me, didn't even have any "foreigner!!!" panic haha. They took out a map of the entire town so I could place the exact corner where I found the wallet. Then they told me that if no one claimed it after some time, I could have the wallet and key. I was like "Um, thanks, but I have no use for a key to something that I don't know what it is." Then they asked if they could give my info to the owner in case they wanted to thank me. I said "sure" in as noncommittal way as possible and added that no thanks were necessary. They finally let me go home.

Minutes later, I'm walking past the same park, and the colorful girl and a friend come walking by. The friend is in the middle of saying, "So since you don't have your key..." I stopped, turned to them and said, "Are you looking for a key?" They nodded. "A purple one?" More nods. "Go to the police station!!" They both took off at top speed. I was gonna leave them to it, but I heard the boy telling the girl the station was "this way!" so I decided to make sure they actually made it. (Their friendship was so cute ;_;) They did, and I gave thumbs up to the officer so he hopefully will have no reason to make me talk on the phone lol.

I just think it's so funny/weird that I totally knew the wallet belonged to that girl. It's hard to express it well if you weren't there, but really there was no reason for me to think it was hers. She wasn't near where I found it and she didn't look lost, upset, or like she was searching for something. She didn't even seem interested in me - I've just never seen her before around here, so I think maybe that's why she stuck out to me. It's just so weird that I almost, almost called out to her by myself, but didn't because it just didn't make sense and I didn't want to seem like a creep (although now I realize that was totally overthinking it - asking a kid "is this wallet yours?" in broad daylight in a busy park isn't gonna scare anyone). I feel like I had a sixth sense about that kid haha.

I felt a little silly for going all the way to the police and then having the mattered resolved in minutes, but it's a good story anyway! The police got a little variety in their day too, they got do some good, meet a foreigner, and also some cute kids ahahah. When I left them the officers were taking the kids' info the same way they took mine xP adorbs

[ailishayleywilmar]

Three Wishes

12/10/21--12/11/21

“Hey sweetie, what did you wish for?” her mom says while making lunch for her three kids.

“Oh haha…I can't tell you. Is this a trick?”

“You’ve always been too smart for me Sarah”

“I know mom. I’m off to school, Chad is walking with me like usual”

Her mom smiles.

“You two have a good day. Remember to sit with your brothers after school and i’ll pick you up asap”

Sarah grabs her breakfast sandwich and nods while closing the door. She looks in her notebook where she wrote down specifically what she wished for.

Perfect Boyfriend

Good Skin

New Shoes

She sighs. The new shoes appeared but she’s not sure about the good skin or perfect boyfriend.

“Maybe I'll meet him at school or something. As if anyone at my school could ever be perfect for me” she says to herself. Suddenly she remembers the crystal around her neck and stuffs it down into her shirt. Chad runs up to her then starts walking with her.

“Hey Sarah” he smiles. She smiles back. She’s had a crush on him for so long but that’s why she wished for the perfect boyfriend, she thought maybe somehow he’d be her perfect boyfriend. The rules said she couldn't wish for him to fall in love so that was off the table.

Suddenly they both stop walking. A tall slender black haired boy stands in front of them and looks around lost and confused.

“Hey, you okay?” Chad asks. Sarah stays quiet.

“HI…who are you? Do you know Sarah?”

Chad looks over at Sarah.

“Hi…this is Chad, my neighbor…I’m Sarah if you were looking for me for some reason”

“I’m Marcus. You made a wish for-”

“A wish for an old friend to come back, yeah!”

Marcus smiles despite not understanding.

“Chad, sorry, i didn’t recognize him he’s from my old school and i did my wishes this morning and i didn’t realize they’d work so quickly”

“That’s okay man i’ll let you catch up” he half smiles and walks to school by himself while she stands with Marcus.

“Hey Marcus..um..i know why you’re here and what wish i made but can we just like…gradually go into being boyfriend and girlfriend? You know..pretend for a bit”

“I..yeah i guess so…i was created to be your perfect boyfriend”

“Created?”

“Yeah! The perfect boyfriend doesnt exist so i was created specifically for your wish”

“So you…don't exist really?”

“Nope, I'm just sort of here. If you keep me long enough i’ll become human though”

“Interesting…”

They walk to school together and talk about made up memories just to keep things believable.

After school Chad meets up with Sarah as usual but this time Marcus is clung to her side.

“Hey, did you two have a good day? I hardly saw you”

“Yeah it was good. Sorry about that i was showing Marcus around and stuff”

“Yeah I get it. You have to go sit with your brothers right?”

“Yeah mom’s working a while so i have to go keep them company and wait for her to pick us up. Marcus, do you have a ride home?”

He shakes his head. Chad offers to walk with him.

“I would walk with you but i don't know where i'm going”

“Oh do you not know where your house is yet?”

Marcus hesitates.

“Yeah that’s it i just don't know the town”

“All good man. Sarah, do you think your mom could drive him home? My parents aren’t home otherwise i’d just take him to my house”

“Yeah he can sit with us, that’s okay.”

After a few months of Marcus simply just living with Sarah and her family as if he’s always been her friend they do begin to date and tell people. It seems the wish changed more things than just a random perfect boyfriend. Her family acts like they always knew him meanwhile Sarah has to sit there with the truth. However she finds out that the longer she keeps him around the more human he becomes. Sarah feels bad though having not seen Chad for a while. His parents said he’s been sick.

“Marcus I'm gonna go see if Chad is up to talk yet, okay?”

“Okay hurry back” he smiles. She smiles back and goes next door.

Chad opens the door to her surprise.

“Oh hi. Are you doing better?”

“Oh…um..yeah sure”

Sarah looks at him with concern.

“You don’t seem fine you can talk to me you know”

“Sarah, I'm really fine. I don't want to upset you”

“You won't upset me, just talk to me. We’re best friends”

“Sarah..”

“Chad please i can’t stand that we haven't talked in weeks”

“Sarah im in love with you”

She stops, mouth hanging open, heart racing.

“What?”

Chad sighs.

“You heard me”

“No Chad i didn’t tell me again”

“I said im in love with you”

“Chad I..”

“Don't bother saying anything i know you’re with Marcus and we cant be together and we’re graduating soon so i just…i know it was a waste but at least you know”

Marcus walks up behind Sarah and puts his hand around her waist.

“Oh, Marcus..uh…hey man” Chad says, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey man…feeling better i see”

“Ah yeah..just had a stomach bug or something”

“Right. Sarah, your mom needs you for something. Something about your brothers”

“Oh alright thanks for telling me” She runs back to the house and goes inside. Marcus turns to Chad, losing his smile.

“Hey”

“What’s up dude?”

Marcus glares at him.

“You shouldn’t have shared your feelings”

“Oh you heard that…i mean…i'm sorry man i wasn't trying to like step on your toes but she needed to know”

“Right…”

He walks back to the house slowly and goes inside. Chad is left standing there feeling threatened.

Marcus picks up Sarah's phone and goes to her texts.

Meet me at the park tonight?

Chad: Are you sure that’s smart? Marcus gave me some weird vibes

Lol. It’s fine i promise

Chad: Ok see you tonight but i’ll have to sneak out

Marcus smiles to himself.

“What's up with you, huh?”

“Oh nothing..just thinking about how much i love you”

“You’re so sweet it makes me sick” She kisses his lips gently. He thinks about how much pain he’s going to put her through but it’s worth it.

The next day Sarah wakes up to her mother and Chad’s mother crying in the kitchen.

“Mom?”

“Oh Sarah…you don’t have to go to school today, go on back to bed and we can talk later..”

“Why are you crying and why is Chad’s mom here?”

“Sweetie i don’t know how to have this conversation with you but come sit with us”

She sits down calmly but feels scared about whatever conversation she’s about to have. “Chad snuck out last night and he never came home…they found him in the park”

“Why was he in the park?”

“We don’t know. The police are looking into it.”

“Well i should go check on him”

Her mom grabs her arm.

“Sweetie…”

“What?”

“I don’t think you heard me…They found his body in the park”

She slips back into her chair and stares at the table then laughs.

“No they didn't, he's fine…”

“Sarah..”

“Mom they didn’t…right?”

“Im so sorry honey”

“No..” She begins to cry and breathe heavily trying to catch her breath and process it all. Marcus walks into the room slowly.

“Did you just say they found Chad’s body in the park?”

Sarah whimpers into her mom’s torso.

“Unfortunately yes Marcus”

“Have they found who did it yet?”

“No they’re still investigating”

The investigation takes a few months. Sarah is investigated for the texts in her phone asking Chad to meet her at the park but she swears she never sent them. Marcus is investigated as well but they let him go. Chad goes without justice as they close the case due to no evidence of a murder much to his family’s disappointment. They chalk it up to an unfortunate animal attack. At home Marcus holds Sarah while she cries.

“Hey Sarah…”

“Yeah?” she sniffles.

“I did it you know” he whispers. She moves out of his arms and stares at him.

“Did what?”

“You know”

She swallows.

“Don’t get up Sarah. Don’t say anything.” He waves the knife out from behind him.

“What..What are you planning?”

“I'm thinking we will move after graduation. I want you all to myself”

“I should have gotten rid of you before you became human…before Chad said he loved me..”

“No use regretting your decisions now, dear”

THE END

[rubywithin]

Elec-Stream 2

The next day I decided to buy some more battle chips, I could do with an extra Barrier after that last battle! (Hiyumi) "Um Harte I was wondering if you have any special sword chips?" (Harte) "Hmm a lot of them sold out let me check in the stock room....ah looks like we have a Thunder Sword left over". (Hiyumi) "Ah I see" I decided to buy it just in case....a water one would of been more ideal if we ever face Flareman again. (Aeroman) "Hey Hiyumi don't worry any sword type is useful for me, I strike fast remember!". He was right...I did rely on quick and strong attacks from him to compensate for his lack of defence in battles. When we got back home I decided to have Aeroman check if there was any info on this Mr Koga! I sat around waiting for a bit....then Aeroman found some info, "Apparently he is in charge of a home security company, specializing in electrical locks". If he was behind that incident yesterday I don't like this guy having any involvement with people's security!

-Meanwhile in a secret chatroom- (Mr Koga) "I am sorry that my distraction tactic was a failure...". (Leader) "Enough, the fact you lost to some unknown Navi is a disgrace!". (Girl) Did you say the Navi was called Aeroman? that one is used by a classmate of mine. Maybe I can keep tabs on him from now on" (Leader) "Good idea, but don't forget your role in the plan". (Man in Scarf) "But what if there are any suspicions on Koga? maybe that kid is gossiping about his involvement!". (Woman in Blue) "Simple I will take care of anyone who decided to come after him hehehehe". (Leader) "We will have to come up with a new plan of action for now, in the mean time keep up your every day activities signing out!" -One by one all of the members of the group left the room!-

-Ding dong- (Hiyumi's Mom) "Ah please come in, HYUMI your friend is here!". Huh I wonder who would come over....no way it was Jet he only really acknowledged me when I challeged him too battles. (Hyumi) "Are you here to brag about winning the last time?" (Jet) "No because I am not as immature as you!". Pretty rich for a guy who called me a loser and said I could never pull off a technique. "I am here because I heard that Aeroman stopped some sort of criminal Navi! Most people don't believe you were involved....but I know that you two have a lot of potential. Look Hyumi please be careful....I don't want you too bite off more than you can chew". I wanted to be mad at him but he was being considerate, (Hyumi) "Thank you Jet but yesterday I was the only one who tried to solve the issue at the station! So if I am in that position again I will step in...just please don't tell my mom I lied about my involvement to not worry her!".

(Jet) "Haha I guess you are at least a bit mature sure thing, then take this" he handed me a battle chip. It was called Rock Launch, "I know you prefer close combat but this may help you out of a pinch!". (Hyumi) "Thank you Jet it means a lot" he then walked off, (Aeroman) "Seems like you two can be friends after all". (Hyumi) "Look, him and Gargoyleman are still our rivals" this did make me wonder if I should do more to help though. I decided to send Jet a message about Mr Koga's involvement...he said me and him should go to his company building. The issue though was he would know Aeroman....apparently I could be a distraction. I agreed to this plan so tomorrow we will be visiting Koga's Home Security!

[gamerbunny1996]

Heart of The City

Chapter 2

Taylor's POV

There in the distance a place with fencing looks like a prison. Jax started to bark with joy. I just smiled happy this place might be our home. I walked down the hill to the place I might get to call home for once, Jaxson is falling on me and tells me something shot me in the arm. Screaming in pain, Jax's hair standing up, graling tell someone shouted at us "Hey what are you doing out here" I looked up at them and tried to pull the arrow out of my arm. The dude had black hair and a leather jacket on and he was holding a crossbow. "I was trying to find a place to survive just like ye, I saw the prison and thought it was a place to live, asshole" I said, pulling out the arrow and throwing it to the guy. "Who are you calling an asshole, anyway what's your name" I got into my bag when this asshole pulled his crossbow to my head "what are you doing" the guy yelled at me. "Well meh name is Taylor, what is yers and I ain't doing anything? I'm just trying to get some bandages for mah arm, Cause you know an ass that shot me with their crossbow" I said sternly. Jax was now sitting next to me making sure I was okay "well sorry about that and i'm going to ask you some questions" the guy said/asked me. "ask away" I started to bandage myself up when this guy asked me his questions, "How many walkers have you killed", "I lost count after 158" well that was a weird question "Okay how many people have you killed" that's when I remembered some sad story of mine when I killed some people. "5" is all I said. Jax then laid his head on my lap "Why", "Sometimes ye have to kill to stay alive if I didn't kill them I would be dead right now it was a life or death situation I had no choice" then we heard footsteps coming over to us. Some walkers came over to us. I stood up and garbed out my sword and killed the three walkers before the one dude did. Turning around the guy healed his crossbow up ready to shoot "so you're good with a sword I see come with me I got a place you can stay", "Wait what's yer name ye never told me" I yelled as he was walking away. He turned around and looked me right in the eye "The name Daryl" the asshole said.

We walked to the gates of the prison where there stood a guy that looked Asian he was holding a gun at his side. "Daryl who's the girl" the one said "Her name is Taylor and I found her close to the prison she seems pretty good especially with a sword" Daryl said to the guy and he let us in. We walked in Jax right by my side making sure nothing bad happened to me, "Um well hello i'm Glenn nice to meet you" I just walked away not even giving him my attention. "I see you don't talk much" The guy said again.

Walking up to a big building I stopped to look up at it. It was a prison alright haven't seen one in a long time. Looking back down I see the two boys looking at me. Jax then walked in front of me with his hair standing up. "What are ye two looking at? I was just looking at the place" I said with confussin. Daryl turned away while the Glenn guy spoke "You might need a new shirt yours is kind of another mind" I then looked down and my black tank top was now a very short crop top.

We walked into the prison and a big group all pointed guns at me or just surrounded me. Daryl just walked over by an old man that has white hair and a beard. A girl with brown hair that goes to her shoulders walked up to me "Who are you, why are you here" she said with sass. Looking her straight in the eye's "Just like ye I want a place to stay, what are ye the bitch leader of all these weaklings even got a baby how pathetic can't keep the guy's dicks in their pants" everyone looked at me like I was crazy. "No, we have a concealed and there are kids here keep that talk elsewhere" I just laughed at what she said.

"Haha it's the zombie apocalypse why not teach them how sex works hmm or are ye still telling them Santa claus is still real pathetic this place is like it still believes the world will get better we can do it well news flash we're all going to FUCKING DIE" I then heard someone laughs. A guy with no hand walks out "This chick is awesome lets keep her" the guy then walked up to me. Sticking his hand out for me to shack "I'm Merle Dixon sweetheart" I looked down at his hand and then back up to meet his eyes. "No and I'm not some pet ye can't keep me" I walked away from him to go look at everyone who lives in this place.

A kid with a sheriff hat on was standing there like he was the boss of the place. Slowly walking up to him with Jax right behind me. "What ye the boss kid that look says so" I said with no emotion in my voice. He just started up "No but my dad was" He said back. Just walking away from him I went to the next person who looks fun to mess with. Standing there was a teenage girl with a baby in her arms. Looking at her with an interested look on my face. When I got closer everyone got closer with their weapons.

"Protective much over a wee baby" I said looking at all of them. "Don't you dare get any closer to the two," the women before said. Laughing I just looked back at the girl and the baby. "A teenage girl having a baby in the apocalypse who the father has or was it a one night stand. You just couldn't handle not getting any dick so ye just went to the first man ye seen" I sassed at the girl. She started to shake her head no very fast.

The dude from before that liked me started to laugh at my statement. "It's not my baby, I'm just taking care of her," the teenager said, scared for her life. I walked away from her and towards the door. "This place is crazy well I'm on mah way now come on Jax" I said walking away from the group. "You got guts there kid why not stay with us you can stay anywhere you like if it makes you feel better" A guy with the white hair and beard said. Turning a round I smirked at the group. "One I'm no kid and second I would love to stay but one thing I'm not yers wee earn boy got that" I said back to them. Jax barked and ran to the kids jumping around and barking with joy. The kids laughed at me dog silliness. Laughing at the little seen I started to walk around the group "So where's mah room" I said to Daryl.

He nodded his head for me to follow. "Wait what's your name" The girl I hursed about the baby said. Turning around I smiled at her "The names Taylor don't forget it" then I continued to follow Daryl.

After getting settled down I walked out of the cell I was staying in to find everyone sitting in a circle talking. One of them noticed me and waved me over to come sit with them. "So tell us your story of how you got here" The blond chick said. Pulling my sword out I started to clean it. "The same as ye, the apocalypse started and I just ran and told me I found this place" I said looking up at her "Tell me all your names you know mine now I want to know yours" I said to them. "I'm Beth, this is Judith but Daryl calls her little ass kicker" Beth said. "I'm Carl, my dad is right there, his name is Rick," the little boy said.

They all started to say their names one by one. Maggie, Glenn, Daryl, Hershel, Michonne, Carol, and Merle. They Are all so different yet there all the same. This is a family I never had. It was amazing to see them all together.

"So what do ye guys do around here?" I asked. "Well we all have a job to do" Maggie said with a small smile on her face. Putting my sword behind my back I got up "Well I'm heading in for the night what job will I have" I said to them. Glenn then spoke "You can do runs with me and a few others" I laughed "Okay sounds good by the way I'm really good at fixing cars" I then walked away. Jax followed close behind. I say down on my bed with my back on the wall. Grabbing my bag I pulled out my book.

Home is what I wanted for so long now here I am with this family that's not a real family. They are strangers yet came together as one and made an amazing place to live in a world like now. Writing is what a story can tell by the memories is the film of that story you have written. This group no this family has written one hell of a story for all to tell. Here I am with a dog and myself with a secret I can't say for my story will never be ready to tell for it is just starting.

Waking up to the feeling of someone watching me. Sitting up I see Merle watching me. "What are ye doing watching me sleep?" I said in a raspy voice from just waking up. "Well sweetheart you're going to go fix up some cars so we can go on a run" Merle said with a big smile on his face. I got up and started to get dressed in cleaner clothes. "Wow don't even wait for me to leave like the view though" looking over Merle was still standing there. "Well I thought ye would have just left but it looks like ye didn't" I said countuing what I was doing.

Putting on some camouflage pants, a black tank top with my hair up in a ponytail. I tied a black handkerchief around my head with black combat boots to tie off my outfit. Picking up my sword and putting it on my back with my two pistols on my belt for guns.

"Looking hot sweetheart" Merle said, Jax then growled at him. Walking past him and into the place where they all eat. "What's to eat I'm starving" I said when I walked in to see everyone sitting at a table eating whatever was to eat that day. "Stew you want some" Carol said with a small smile "Hell yeah it smells great ye made this Carol" I said sitting down with Jax right next to me. Caryl put a bowl of stew right in front of me. "Yeah I did. I hope you enjoy" she said walking away to do her chores for the day. Picking up the spoon I slowly opened my mouth and put the spoon in full of stew.

Humming with the taste I missed so much. Picking up another spoon full of stew and giving it to Jax. He ate it all right up. I thanked Caryl when I saw her passed by and she smiled a big smile when I said that.

? POV

I ran from a group of walkers with my group. We ran into a house and closed the door fast. Putting couches and tables in front of all doors and windows so they can't get in. "Erik, are we ever going to be done running? I'm tired" Kaede said to me. Sitting down in the middle of the room on the floor I looked up at her "Not tell we find Taylor" I said. Tofu then walked over to me and crouched down to my level "She could be dead for all we know" She yelled at me.

I laid down and looked at the ceiling "You guys have no hope in Taylor. I know she is still out there needing us" I said raising my hand to the ceiling. Tofu sighed and walked away.

Pounding on the door started to go away slowly. How I wish Taylor was here. She would know what to do. I can't be the leader of this group any more. "Maybe we should stop looking, stop running and just find a place to live" Kaede said. I just stayed still, not even caring anymore "Let's do it, we can leave once the walkers paces through" Pip said walking up to the little group we have.

Sitting up, I looked at the three girls in front of me "So Erik are you in" Tofu said. Looking down at my shaking hands "Yeah, let's do it" I said looking back up at the three with a smile.

[nyaoi-warrior]

feel free to talk about your little guys!💖 but also about the fic part. I suck with words so I was always like., I have so many ideas but I can't write the fic that I want because that's just how it is. But after billion years I finally sat down and started one and yeah it's bad and it's frustrating that i cant put the vibes into appropriate words BUT!! It doesn't have to be good! I'm putting my little guy into situations! Don't let your dreams be dreams (or, ig nevermind all this if the reason is time constraints or something lmaoo) ((damn I also just realized that maybe you are a writer but are only experiencing writers block this is embarrassing um whatever take this as an encouragement in some other way anyway hjdfhkdfgk))

Calling myself a writer is a strong word haha but yeah it's more of writer's block situation. I have a guy and list of situations I need to put him in but he just doesn't want to go there. Very rude of him honestly.

Also do not worry this was very sweet and great encouragement. I adore it a lot and will be holding it to my heart.

Anyway guys from my brain time.

So I picked randomly who I feel like talking about and it just so happened to be Moira, because I support women's rights and wrongs.

(Please excuse my very bad picture, this is the only one I have on my phone)

So Moira's an incredibly powerful witch. Her mother made a deal with a demon that she will have a child with him in exchange for becoming the most powerful witch alive, so naturally Moira inherited most of that power. Her mother also left her pretty much as soon as she could, since she was not interested in being a mother. And hey, the kid's 5 now and she can read amd talk, she'll figure it out on her own. And somehow she did.

Moira's father was also not very present, on the account of being a demon. Who is sealed in another realm. But despite that he can use magic or sometimes dreams to communicate with his daughter. She can also summon him to talk. She doesn't, because she in fact does not like him.

Moira's kind of just there. She's very into magic from the young age. As it was kind of the only thing she could do, and it has always felt very natural to her. She's mostly into potion making though. Something about mixing ingredients in a big cauldron is just so much fun. She has especialy very high affinity for all kinds of poisons.

She had to learn it all herself though. And as result she has experimented a lot. Mostly on herself, with later in life finding the joy of just trying new thing on other people. Usually without their permision. As result of her self-experimentation and search for knowledge she has build up near perfect immunity to all known poisons, but also lost a leg, with stories how never quite seeming to match up.

Her pursuit for power is, however, just driven by natural curiousity and her own entertainement. She doesn't care about anyone but herself, but seems to be very good at prettending otherwise. She travels the world and offers her goods and services to those who ask. Never taking money, as she has no use for it, but instead trading for what she needs or making a deal for a simple favour in the future. She's got your best interest in mind, of course. She's your friend after all. You can trust her. Also everything you have been offered in the past 5 minutes has been poisoned. Good luck!

[jam1ru]

"HERE, AGAIN"

~ Setting: At the museum

Liyah: Why are we here again?

Said the girl on the left.

Layla: Liyah. Are you being serious right now?

Replied the girl on the right.

Liyah: Yes. Why would I ask you otherwise?

Layla: "You and that attitude again... Of course, we're visitting the place where we first met!"

Liyah: "Oh, that's right! I mistakenly thought that you were a lost child who is looking for her parent. I approached you and offered a hand. God, I can't even describe how funny your reaction was after asking you if you're lost. Aah, the good old times.. anyways, back to my question - why are we here?"

Layla: At this point, I couldn't even tell why and how you became my friend. Anyways, we're here because it has been years since we went here. I want to see how much this place changed. After all, you know that I'm very-

Liyah: Attached to this place because this is where you and I met?

Layla: .... Well, you weren't wrong per say, but the real reason was way back before we met. This is where I celebrated my 10th birthday - my last birthday with my father."

Liyah: Did i ask?

Layla: You really don't know how to control your mouth don't you?

Liyah: Come on, I was just kidding!

Layla rolled her eyes. Liyah rolled her eyes back. After a few moments of silence, the two broke out a laugh.

Laylah: Seriously, why are we even friends?

Laylah said, while laughing her guts out.

Liyah: You tell me!

Liyah replied with a smile.

The two went to continue their chat whilst strolling around the museum. Time passed by so quickly - and the two were the only ones left in the museum. While the two were busy chatting, they have come across a glass case showcasing preserved leaves from the early years of life. This particular spot caught Layla's eye.

Layla: Liyah, look! Do you recognize this spot?

Liyah: Ah, that! That is where I found a certain someone who was looking lost and has no idea about what to do! Ah, I wonder how that little fella is doing...

Layla: Haha, very funny.

Layla mockingly laughed.

Liyah: But seriously though, those were good times. Life was rough but when I met you, it was like my dark, shattered world are slowly gathering. All of our fun chaotic moments together, I miss those. Those small fragments gave me the courage to continue this tough road. And I thank you for that, Layla.

Layla felt touched with Liyah's kind words. She couldn't help but feel loved and appreciated by her close friend.

Layla: Liyah.... I should be the one-

Liyah: Thank you Layla. For everything, really. But now, I think it's time for you to go home.

Layla: Liyah-

Before Layla could continue, the lady guard went to the girl.

Guard: Uhm, miss. I am very sorry for interrupting your visit but it is almost our closing time. May I ask you to please exit the museum?

Layla looked at the guard.

Layla: Ah yes, I'm sorry. It seems like we had lost track of time. We will be going no-

Guard: .. "we?", miss you are the only guest left inside. Are you perhaps referring to someone else who is not present here?

Layla's bright face switched. She then looked at her left side when suddenly Liyah was gone. She just... vanished. Oh, that's right. Liyah died. She took her own life. Layla was alone this whole time.

Layla: So that's why.... Liyah...

Guard: Um, miss?

Layla: Ah yes, I'm sorry I mispoke. I will be leaving now.

A year has passed since Liyah's death. Layla is dtill grieving for her dear friend's passing. As she is walking home, rain suddenly covered the dry ground. It poured even harder. Layla didn't bring an umbrella, but perhaps the rain could help her cover up her face filled with grief and sadness. Layla then took a stop, and looked at the sky.

Layla: It has been a year, Liyah. Thanks for joining me. I miss you. I hope we get to be in this museum, here again with each other's side.

And thus, continues to walk under the dark rain.

THE END.

[danhoemei]

@carmine-sunlight <33

ok firstly tyk

10. tyk - double wkx

saw this post that some peeple didn't know that wkx is the valley master in woh although his face was shown early, and someone thought that maybe it's an evil twin situation lmao. So I had an idea to write a short thing with two wkx's, the evil valley master and the wkx we know, ofc both into zzs and fighting over him while zzs is ?? Kind of like the bingge vs bingmei extra in svsss lmao

11. tyk - reincarnation au

my fic that i have Big Plans for but somehow got blocked and it's on hold for now. It's an au where wenzhou die and enter reincarnation cycle but keep missing each other (or meet, but too late) due to different reasons, until we arrive in modern times and I finally let them meet properly and fall in love and uncover their past 👀 the main story happens in modern times but there are flashbacks to the past. I also had ideas for extras with their other reincarnations, so I could have fun with fem!wenzhou or enby!wkx x transmasc!zzs or some tragedies like mafia wenzhou that killed each other or they missed their ages completely and grandpa wkx dies just after meeting a kid zzs after searching for him half his life :')

I started writing it inspired by art, so each chapter has art attached (with permission) <3 it's also a mishmash of tropes because it was just a fun project where I kept throwing ideas and writing whatever came to my mind. Some chapters are posted on ao3 here, some more content is here under tag #tyk reincarnation au. I think I got stumped at the point where I need to sit down and actually plan some things instead of writing whatever, and wanted to discuss with someone but didn't want to push myself onto others, so here I am xd

12. tyk - scorpion encounter recreation

so uh 💦 it's um. an explicit fic 😳 where. what if wenzhou actually recreated the stick-porn that zzs drew for the scorpion king lmao

i remembered that i posted some first bits here and here, it's just a comedic slice of life with chengling who needs to bear with wenzhou's bickering. Later parts would go into the hot territory

have a snippet:

Wen Kexing was silent. More like, had been silent for a long time already, while usually his nagging voice seemed to never shut up for more than 5 minutes.

Zhou Zishu’s eyes narrowed, and he turned his head slightly to the side to evaluate the situation. Wen Kexing seemed completely lost in thoughts, his eyes looking straight ahead with a distant look to them. The only movement was his hand which repeatedly rose with Zhou Zishu’s silky hair being run through his fingers until the strands slipped and fell softly onto his lap. Almost without stopping, the hand reached down again to grab a handful of hair and twirl it between the fingers as the slow combing ascend began all over again.

Could he have fallen back into bad memories or unnecessary thoughts all on his own after being left alone for a mere hour or so? Zhou Zishu sighed and decided to magnanimously pull him out from them.

“Lao-“

“Do you ever think about that porn you drew for the Scorpion King?”

Zhou Zishu’s concern died on the spot, and he closed the book with a loud bang.

“No.”

They're idiots but they deserve each other 😌

13. tyk - walnut comic (both writing and comic)

Basically this, i wanted to either make a small comic or write it properly but both are still just sketches, so only the meme conversation stayed xd

2. gentlebeard

just their reunion haha

"I wish I could say I never left. But I did. I admit it because I don’t want to hold anything back anymore."

with a note at the top of the doc file: "when you think it's already only fluff i'm waiting behind you to slap you with angst" buahahahaha

3. tgcf - pick up gege (comic)

this LMAO (hua cheng with a shirt "your son calls me daddy too" comes to pick up gege from jun wu)

Reveal your WIP folder

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous

let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Tagged by @punk-weiwuxian THIS IS SUCH A COOL TAG THANK YOU also it made me revisit all the wips I have and I'm partly 😭 but also partly 💚

Writing:

dream - demons

gentlebeard

Hannigram's fall

nandermo - turning

prisoner - a dream

prompts - Minor villain

rpgs - kraken lmfao

shen yuan transmigrates into lbh’s body

tgcf - fengqing

tyk - double wkx

tyk - reincarnation au

tyk - scorpion encounter recreation

tyk - walnut comic

text note 14/05

text note 23/04

text note 07/04

text note 18/02

there're more, scattered in different apps as drafts but I won't dig further xd

Comics/art:

leili training

open the door

tgcf - pick up gege

trzęsawisko doodles

tyk - walnut comic

Tagging @evugh-draws @blackwatervial @snarkspawn @crisdrawsandcries @ohohsomething @thediktatortot @theyilinglaozus @antique-forvalaka @lenateliier

[mahousensory]

If its ok to ask, whats in your inbox atm?

No problem at all anon! Currently my requests are:

1. keshimaru from pastel yumi

2. the girls from mewkledreamy

3. megumi ayase from creamy mami

4. hardgore alice and ruler from magical girl raising project (finished, waiting to queue)

5. sailor jupiter (finished, waiting to queue)

6. cure yell

7. daphne from winx club

8. mytho from princess tutu

9. cure white self care kit

10. cure flora

11. kirari aokigahara from s*icide girl

[thedreamwraptwriter]

Halloween Special

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Prompt: For a Halloween fest, you chose the Doctor as your costume! He’s not impressed.

Lowkey inspired by the fact I decided to throw together a last-minute 10th Doctor costume. And Happy Halloweekend!

Word Count: 687

Warnings: none.

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name

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“Come on, let’s go [Y/N]! This festival is one for the ages. I really think you’ll enjoy it!”

 I heard the Doctor calling me as I got ready for the Halloween festival in my room. He’d been raving about it for quite a while, and we finally had time between adventuring to head over and check it out. The Doctor told me that most humans would dress up, which led me to a brilliant idea. 

I quickly put the finishing touches on my costume as I called back, “Coming!” 

“There you are! Why so slow today -”

The Doctor stopped short when he saw me. His eyebrow, which seemed to be eternally raised, somehow went even higher on his forehead.  

 “Do you like my costume?” I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, giving him a little spin to show it off. 

I had snagged the costume items over the course of a couple weeks as we travelled, sneaking them past the Doctor as we went about our adventures. I found the blue suit jacket and pants as we ran through the streets of modern-day London last week. The brown trench coat I managed to grab on a completely alien planet (who would have guessed alien fashion would work so well for me?). The white shirt and red tie were quickly purchased while sneaking around twentieth century Victorian England. And, to finish the look, a delivery of red converse right to the Tardis door (not even sure how I managed that) while we were hanging out in a futuristic Manhattan. I had even managed to make a little sonic screwdriver replica using a tiny flash light and some craft materials.

“I, um, what…” the Doctor stuttered.

 “You said this festival was full of costumes! And what better costume than a time traveling alien?” I laughed, grinning. 

The Doctor frowned, looking a mix of utter bemusement and concern. “Is that really…do I wear this outfit too much?” he gestured to himself weakly, his clothing almost identical to mine. “Good lord my fashion sense must be dying if you can copy me so exactly.”

 I rolled my eyes good-naturedly and walked over to him. “You’re a drama king. Just because you cycle through two or three outfits every couple of seasons doesn’t mean you’ve lost your fashion sense. Just means you’re old and like what you like.”

 The Doctor let out a snort as I linked arms with him. “Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite companion?”

 “I bet you say that to every companion.”

 “Mm, no I’ve had a couple of not-so-great companions. Like the ones who dress up as me.”

“Hold on, now, which is it?! Make up your mind!”

 The Doctor laughed. “Kidding! Kidding. So then, now that you are ‘me’, what are your plans?”

 “I need to choose a companion I think,” I said. “And perhaps also start making my hair stick up everywhere.”

 I pushed my hair up to mimic him and he laughed out loud. “You look ridiculous.”

“I am simply your mirror, Doctor!” I exclaimed. “Oh! I almost forgot. Look…”

I whipped out my little sonic screwdriver and turned it on. “Haha! I’m the Doctor!”

The Doctor let out the biggest snort, doubling over in laughter as I swung my flashlight around, pretending to scan various items in the Tardis. 

“St-stop that’s ridiculous,” he said between gasps. “What on earth even is that?”

 “My sonic screwdriver, obviously! See?” I clicked the flashlight, making it flash on and off. “Created by my own hand, might I add.”

“A work of art, [Y/N]!” he exclaimed.

After the Doctor collected himself, he straightened up and grinned. “Well then, since you are all ready now, I suppose we should be off, Doctor,” he winked at me.

 “Allons-y!” I yelled, pointing my sonic screwdriver toward the Tardis doors and marching forward.

I heard the Doctor groan. “I’m never taking you to another Halloween festival again.”

I turned to him and smirked. “Come along, my little companion, let’s go on an adventure!”

 Shaking his head, amused, the Doctor took my hand. “I’d follow you anywhere, Doctor.”

Happy Halloween!

[husbandhannie]

hi livvie <333 i saw your post about trying requests and was wondering if you have any thoughts about being neighbours with c-c-chan? 🤧 totally no pressure and dw at all if you don’t end up writing it 💗 i hope you’re doing well!!

chihuahuas

pairing: dino x reader

word count: 980

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: ah sol, thanks for sending! i made this uni au because i'm looking at my accommodation pictures these days. also this wasn't meant to be so long, but i started writing and well.....you know how much i like writing chan haha. not proofread, i honestly don't know if i'll ever do it.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @husbandhoshi @zurikyo @leejungchans @junhui-recs.

you’re barely out the door when the object rolling towards your feet grabs your attention, followed by the call of your name in your neighbor’s exasperated voice. a closer look reveals the offending item to be a bottle of glue, and you bend down to pick it up so you can hand it to its owner.

the first time you met lee chan, he was carrying a basket of clothes down to the laundry room, wearing adorable dinosaur-printed pajamas and sleepy eyes. it was the week before the start of your master’s, and he had introduced himself as ‘the guy in 111’. “let me know if you need anything”, he had said, before getting flustered at the sight of underwear poking out of his basket. even flustered and sleepy, he was beautiful.

(he looked beautiful later that week too, when he ran into you on his way back from the gym, sweaty in a sleeveless shirt. you’re proud to say you managed to keep your cool in front of him, only letting out a scream into your pillow when your door was securely closed.)

“thanks”, he accepts the bottle, “slipped from my hands”.

you’re not surprised. it seems like he’s carrying a third-grade teacher’s craft supplies - large sheets of colored paper folded up in his arms, and a transparent folder that contains scissors and some cutouts of - wait, are those dog pictures? 

“i can see why”, you smile, “um, what’s all this for?”

you know his major is education, but you doubt his assignments include making posters. maybe he’s supposed to work with kids as part of a project? the image of lee chan bending down to help a kid glue cute dog pictures on a poster comes to your mind before you can help it, and - 

no. you can’t do this today. you don’t have the strength. 

“uh, we’re supposed to decorate the common room for world animal day”, he adjusts the supplies in his arms, “didn’t you know?”

oh yeah, you do remember reading about that on the bulletin board below. while you’ve never been the one for decoration and related activities, you’re even less inclined this week, with the number of assignment deadlines you have. thankfully, there’s only one left now.

“i think i read about it”, you answer, “and you decided to, what, make an entire poster by yourself?”

“no, i - “, he sighs, “the guys and i collected material and only some cutting and pasting was left, so we played a game to decide. and well”, he shrugs resignedly, “guess who lost”.

“oh no”, you shake your head in mock sympathy, “it was rock-paper-scissor, wasn’t it?”

“hey, it’s a perfectly fine - “

“i know, i know”, you grin, “what’s the subject of the poster?”

maybe you can take some time out to help him if he’s making a poster on cute dogs. 

“uh, chihuahuas”, he manages to push the folder up, urging you to pick it up, “and how, uh, expressive their expressions are?”

“what?”. is he serious?

“yeah”, he tries to convince you, “take a clipping out, you’ll see what i mean”.

you take the first picture out and, well, realize he’s not completely insane. it’s a chihuahua alright, making a face that can only be described by the string “aaaauuuuughhhhh”.

“oh god”, you take out one more, letting out a cackle at the indescribable yet vivid emotion on the dog’s face, “oh my god. this is brilliant”.

“i know”, he exclaims, laughing with you, “there are so many of them too. we really found more than we thought we would”.

you say nothing, just snap the folder close and put it back to its original place, trying not to focus on how ridiculously buff chan’s arms feel. 

it’s quiet for a moment then, the two of you just looking at each other, neither commenting on how close you’re standing, and how your hand is still on his arm. 

“well, i should - “

“would you mi - “

both of you pause, grinning. 

“you first”, you offer. 

“well”, he clears his throat, his ears an endearing pink, “i was wondering if you could help me? paste these, i mean? if that’s okay?”

“ah”, you smile slightly, fighting the urge to fix your hair, “i will, if you take me out to dinner later”.

fuck, where did that come from? 

do you want to go out with lee chan? yes. he’s cute, hot, sweet, thoughtful, hardworking - 

you get the point. 

but did you plan on asking him out today? asking him out ever? no. 

it must be those freaking arms.

“um”, his eyes widen while he considers his response, “like a date?”

“no? unless you want to”.

what? 

chan looks at you, clearly trying to figure out what the hell you’re talking about. 

oh, well. if you’re doing this, might as well do it properly. well, what’s the worse that could happen? it’s not like you live right next to the guy or anything, right? not like you have to avoid him in hallways if he rejects you. 

“i mean”, you start, proud of how confident you sound, “if i help you, take me out to dinner. like a date”.

chan blinks once before a grin takes over his face, his eyes shining by the strength of it. you think your heart skips a beat. oh, you’re down bad. 

“sure”, he answers excitedly, “it would be my pleasure”.

“great, then”, you close your door and make your way into his room, picking up the folder from his arm on the way, “let’s do it”.

a few seconds pass. chan hasn’t moved. one look over your shoulder shows him staring at you, an almost dreamy look in his eyes. stop, you want to say, we haven’t even been on a date, i can’t fall in love with you yet.

“c’mon”, you shoot him a teasing look, “the chihuahuas are waiting”.

[leviiattacks]

CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

[aceinspace691]

maybe 50 with smol tommy and big techno?

tommy has a bad nightmare of the human he used to live with and techno needs to console him? idk i kinda think it would be cool

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I hope you enjoy! I kind of wrote more than I needed to but hey here ya go haha... I’m working on other ones but it might take a while for those as well. I’m super busy looking for apartments and working currently...

Prompts from here!

Warnings for mild Stockholm taking root, injuries, fear, threats, treating someone as inferior, keeping a person as a pet (Let me know if I missed any!) Word Count ~1500

-----There Will Come a Day-----

“Oh, Theseus!” Shivers shot down his spine and he pressed himself against the back of the cage fearfully as the human entered the room. The name was given to him for trying to be a hero, but in the end, he’d just been caught himself. The smile the human gave the borrower was sickening and it felt paralyzing. “I had a really awful day at work, and I need to destress.” The cage door squeaked open and fingers reached forward and wrapped around his middle. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Tommy shook his head, though he knew it wasn’t really a question. He’d learned a long time ago that his opinion didn’t matter, and that struggling only made everything worse. But that was okay.

After all, he was Dream’s. 

He was the property of the blond who liked to wear that stupid smiley mask and squeeze him a bit too tightly. Of the human who had been kind enough to give him food and shelter. He’d been told several times that he was lucky to be Dream’s. 

There could have been a worse human that found him, he’d been told. That another human might have killed him and not have graciously befriended the borrower and kept him safe. Maybe, at the beginning, Tommy might have disagreed and fought, but now, after several months at least, he’d lost his fight and will to get away.

The fingers around him shifted and fidgeted with his limbs, though they didn’t do much to the wings stuffed under his shirt. Fingers rolled his arm absently as the human crossed the room to sit at his desk, tapping away with his other hand on the computer. The fingers around him squeezed every now and then, mostly bearable. 

But one squeeze was particularly tight and it forced the air out of Tommy’s fragile lungs. A sound came with it, and his body instinctively pushed at the tight grip around him. 

He realized his mistake a moment later as the clacking of keys stopped and he froze, feeling himself be moved and set down on the desk. The human clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Theseus..” dissatisfaction dripped from the human’s lips, and he was scowling, Tommy could see it from the way the human/s lips quirked downward. 

“I-I’m sorry, Dream,” the boy stuttered out, trying not to choke on his fear, “I, um, I didn’t mean to! The grip was just a bit too tight and I--”

A sharp, disbelieving laugh left the human. Tommy flinched. “I had a bad day. I told you that already, didn’t I?” Tommy didn’t respond, didn’t think that’s what Dream actually wanted.

He was wrong. A fist slammed down on the desk inches from Tommy, shaking the surface horribly and making Tommy fall. He stared up at the human with wide eyes filled with fear.

“I asked you a question, Theseus.” The human’s teeth were visible, clenched and Tommy shuddered. “When I ask a question, you answer, got it?” Tommy gave a series of rapid, frantic nods, arms curled close to his chest in panic. “Good.”

The human gave a sigh and leaned back, the anger from before still buzzing around Tommy, though the human seemed more relaxed. Tommy trembled with adrenaline, his nerves shot.

“Now, like I was saying. I had a bad day, and I told you that when I rescued you from your cage today, didn’t I?” 

“Y-Yes, sir.” It took everything in Tommy to not flinch as a finger reached forward and gave him a rough pat of approval on his head. He hated that he craved the validation and warmth that was evident in Dream’s smile that appeared.

“Good boy!” He praised, scooping Tommy into his palms, the latter remaining motionless. “But I do think it’s kind of selfish of you to make this about you, don’t you?”

Dread pooled in his stomach and he swallowed fearfully. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m glad you agree, though I think you still need to be punished...” The human trailed off, pinching one of Tommy’s arms between his fingers. Tommy’s breath hitched. “But maybe you could change my mind?”

Tommy immediately fell into an incoherent babble of apologies and pleading. Saying he was so sorry and that he’d do better. Pleading for his tormentor friend not to hurt him. A part of him deep down knew that it did no good, but maybe it would lessen the punishment. 

“Not good enough, Theseus,” Dream tsked.

Tommy didn’t have time to register the words before the human pulled and a blinding pain filled him. He was screaming, he realized, but couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Theseus?”

Tommy tried to quiet himself and only succeeded slightly. 

“Tommy!”

Tommy jolted awake in a dark room, the cold of his cage under him. He could see a silhouette that was barely outlined by the moonlight behind it. He scrambled back as a hand reached in, a panicked chirp leaving him. 

He pressed his hands against his mouth, trying to muffle his whimpers as the human paused. Then it was reaching for him, and it gently scooped him out and brought him closer to the human before Tommy registered, shouting in fear.

“Dream, please!” He cried, body wracking with trembles as he curled close to himself, cradling his injured arm to his chest. “I didn’t mean to, please, just, please!” 

“Hey,” A voice was saying, deep and monotonous, “hey, kid. You’re okay, no one’s gonna hurt you here.” A finger brushed up and down his arm.

That didn’t make sense. Even when Dream soothed him after he was punished, he wasn’t this gentle. Dream always said it in a patronizing way. This person sounded... genuine.

His breath sounded loud in his ears and he made a hesitant, daring move to look up at the human. 

Now that his eyes had adjusted more, he could see the long, pale pink hair of the human in the moonlight. No smiling mask. A concerned expression, that he could see. 

“Technoblade...?” He winced at how rough and quiet his voice came out. He sounded pathetic.

“Hey, kid. That’s right.” The vague praise and warmth in the voice sent pleasant shivers down his spine. “You back with me?”

Tommy nodded, then remembered himself with another wince. “Yes, sir.”

“Just Techno is fine,” the voice reminded him gently, yet Tommy still stiffened a bit, “you’re okay, kid.”

Tommy bit back the urge to tell the human that he wasn’t a kid, that he was a big man, but instead he simply nodded. Techno resumed the motion from before, trying to further soothe Tommy as he gently rubbed his arm. 

Moments of silence stretched, and Techno broke it first.

“So, uh, before... you were makin’ like, bird sounds.” Techno didn’t notice how Tommy had stiffened. “Are you... an avian hybrid, by chance?”

“No!” Tommy blurted, the wings beneath his shirt flaring and giving him away.

“Kid, I can see your wings under there.” Tommy choked on a sob as he flinched away from the finger, pressing his forehead to the leathery skin of the hand he was on. He tried to show his apology in his very posture. “Kid..?”

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, Technoblade!” Tommy trembled, keeping his head down despite the uncomfortable warmth. A panicked trill rose in his throat and he just barely suppressed it. “Please, sir, do what you want with anything but the wings, anything but the wings, please!”

It was hard to focus, and he had to strain to hear the gentle murmuring hums of the human holding him. Calming him down. Being patient. and kind, and too good for the likes of him.

“Shhh, hey, hey,” the gentle touch was back, this time just barely brushing over his wings through his thin shirt, almost hesitantly, “you deserve love. You didn’t deserve what Dream did to you. And I’m never, ever going to hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just asked because Phil is also one. You’re safe here, Tommy.” 

“But, I, I lied. And I’m annoying, so...”

“Tommy.” The voice was firm now, and Tommy tensed. “Look at me.”

And he did. He looked up slowly, and saw how intently Technoblade was looking at him in the darkness, the dim light of the moon. He swallowed thickly.

“No one is ever going to hurt you again.” Techno told him with the most serious, earnest expression that Tommy had seen so far. “How many times do I need to tell you before you believe it?”

Tommy winced, opening his mouth to apologize, but Techno just shook his head slightly. And Tommy finally started to understand, a spark of his old self reigniting within him. Techno gave him a small smile in the moonlight, following up his previous question.

“Because I’ll remind you and prove it to you as many times as I need to.”

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The three of us were invited to stay for dinner. Since there weren't enough chairs, they were kind enough to pull out an extra chair for me, so Dustin and I shared the end of the table, opposite Mrs. Wheeler. Nancy and I seemed to be the only kids who were eating.

"Thank you so much for letting us stay Mrs. Wheeler. The food is amazing!" I said, followed by another bite of mashed potatoes.

"You're very welcome, Y/n. And thank you." She said, with a kind smile.

She looked around and noticed the boys were just playing with their meatloaf.

"Something wrong with the meatloaf?" She asked.

"Oh, no, I had two bologna sandwiches for lunch," Dustin said a goofy smile on his face. There's a noticeable pause before he speaks again. "I don't know why." I breathe out a light chuckle and take another bite of mashed potatoes.

Lucas chuckles nervously. "Me, too."

"It's delicious, Mommy." Nancy bats her eyelashes and a quizzical look flashed across my face. I know that tactic. Hell, every kid knows that tactic, she wants something and she is trying to butter up her mom. But to see a Nancy of all people do that is almost laughable.

"Thank you, sweetie."

I look to Mike to gauge his reaction to his teenage sister's odd behavior towards their mom. I fight back a laugh when his actions closely resemble that of an adult in a movie who takes a drink of beer with a thousand-yard stare, trying to forget something said at that moment in time; only this time it's a glass of milk.

"So, there's this... special assembly thing tonight... for Will at the school field."

I furrow my brow in confusion and shock. 'Nancy is nice and all, but since when does she care about Will?' Then it dawned on me. I remember Mike complaining to us earlier about that "douchebag Steve Harrington" and how he and Nancy have been dating. And how he's been sneaking in and out of Nancy's room.

"Barb's driving."

My jaw clenches.

"Why am I just now hearing about this?"

'Because she wants to use my best friend's disappearance as an excuse to leave the house and suck face with her stupid boyfriend.'

"I thought you knew." She said, playing innocent. Mike and I look to each other knowingly and then at Nancy. Well, glaring was a better term for what I was doing.

"I told you, I don't want you out after dark until Will is found."

"I know, I know, but it'd be super weird if I'm not there."

CLANG

I half drop, have threw my silverware on the table in a mix of shock and frustration. When everyone turns and looks at me silently, I quickly play it off with a chuckle.

"Heh, sorry about that. Lost my grip. I'm just thirsty." I say with an innocent smile as I hold up my water, gesturing to it before taking a large gulp.

Everyone but the boys seem to buy it.

Nancy continued and I had to bite my lip so as to not say anything.

"As I was saying, everyone is going."

Mrs. Wheeler sighs and looks to us, then back at Nancy.

"Just... be back by 10:00."

Nancy nods, happy with herself.

"Why don't you take Mike and his friends, too?" She suggested. We all panicked and spoke at the same time.

"No!"

"Mmm-mmm."

"I have a headache" I finished weakly.

"Don't you think you should be there? For Will?"

The four of us all spot Eleven walking down the stairs behind Mrs. Wheeler.

Mike nearly chokes on his milk while I accidentally inhale my water and I begin to choke for real. Mrs. Wheeler turns to see what provoked us so much but the mix of Dustin randomly slamming his fists against the table a few times and me going into a coughing fit was enough to grab her attention.

She looked between the two of us in shock. During my horrendous coughing fit, I was relieved to see El had gotten out of sight.

"Sorry. Spasm." Dustin says sheepishly.

However, it was still incredibly awkward seeing as it was quiet as and everyone just stared at me while I coughed obnoxiously. The coughs got less violent to a point where I could speak.

"Ahh..." cough. "I'm okay... really, I" cough. I hold up a finger and cough for a few seconds. I look up, a painful and sheepish look on my face as I awkwardly try and diffuse the tension. "Don't you hate that. Like, what can you do, wash it down with water?" I look around laughing weakly, but not for long because my awkward chuckles turn into more coughing and I groan. "Haha, ahawww god." I put hands on my knees and take a breather.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"El?" Mike called down the stairs. Mike and I had were able to sneak some food downstairs for her. Thankfully we found her down here, she was in the fort that Mike had made for her, fiddling with Mike's Supercomm.

"Hi, El!" I say with a smile as I walk over and kneel down next to her. Mike does the same and sets down the tray of food. Dustin and Lucas remain standing.

"We brought you some dinner,"

"Yep. No adults. Just us and some meatloaf." Mike replies.

She looks to me, then warily to Dustin and Lucas.

"Don't worry. They won't tell anyone about you. They promise." I assure her in a gentle voice. I turn for them and give them a look. "Right guys?"

Dustin gives her a goofy smile. "We never would've upset you if we knew you had superpowers." I roll my eyes and Mike turns around and swats Dustin in the shin.

I look back to El.

"What my brother meant to say was, they were just scared... earlier. That's all."

Lucas speaks up. "We just wanted to find our friend." I turn around and smile warmly at Lucas, mouthing a 'thank you'. He's a great person, he's just skeptical is all. And protective. He nods his head at me. I look back at El to see her face riddled with confusion.

"'Friend'?" She asks.

"Yeah, friend. Will?"

"What is 'friend'?" She asks.

Lucas starts to say something but cuts himself off, thinking better of it.

"Um, a friend-" He begins.

"Is someone that you'd do anything for." Mike finished for him.

"You lend them your cool stuff, like comic books and trading cards," Dustin said, wistfully.

"And they never break a promise," Mike adds.

"Especially when there's spit."

"Spit?" She asked, looking concerned.

"A spit swear means..." Lucas spits into his palm and shakes Dustin's hand. "you never break your word. It's a bond."

I cringed, while Dustin looked at his hand in disgust. I turn back to El and smile.

"That's super important, because friends... they tell each other things. Things that parents don't know. A friend is someone you can trust completely."

She seems to be soaking up the information, then she looks at me and smiles.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

We had all convinced El to come out of her fort. The three boys were huddled together whispering and I joined El at the D&D table. In fact, she sat where Mike sat during the campaign and I subconsciously sat where Will did on that night.

Although I was a little surprised to see how focused she became. She gently spread her hands along the table, her fingers touching the board.

The three boys walk over. "What's the weirdo doing?" Lucas questions. I give him a glare, to warn him. He clears his throat and corrects himself. "Sorry. Eleven."

I smile, silently thanking him.

"El?" Mike asks. She had her eyes closed for a short while and suddenly she opens them. She grabs Will's signature miniature, the cleric. I hold my breath in anticipation.

"Will." She says.

"Superpowers." Dustin whispered. Lucas rolled his eyes and Mike sat down between me and El, and started asking the questions that were on all our minds.

"Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?"

She set aside the cleric as I spoke up, my voice barely above a whisper.

"El?" She looks up at me. "Is there... is there anything, anything at all that you could tell us? Anything that you know about our friend?" I ask, my voice breaking. She gives me a sympathetic smile and clears the board by swiping her arm across the table. We all watch intently as she reaches forward and flips the board upside down.

We all stare at the board and then look to El as she grabs the cleric and slams it down in the center of the board. My stomach seems to drop in perfect sync with the miniature.

"I don't understand." Mike croaks.

The room is silent for a few moments as we stare at El, waiting for her response. "Hiding." Her voice came out in a whisper.

"W-Will is hiding?" I stammer.

She nods her head 'yes'.

My fingers subconsciously begin wringing together as I try and swallow all of this information.

"From the bad men?" Mike clarifies.

Her brows furrow ever so slightly as she shakes her 'no'. I take a deep breath.

"Then from who?"

She looks to her side and grabs another miniature, and places it next to the cleric. I let out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding when I recognized the dreaded piece. We all look around to each other, a look of horror on our faces. Dustin puts his hands behind his head and I put my head in my hands as I try not to panic.

It was the Demogorgon.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What about Tamaki with a reader who knows a lot about flower language so they leave him little flowers as gifts but never tell him it's them cause they don't want to break Tamaki's spirit since he 'believes' it's haruhi. (But he only says that he thinks it's haruhi cause he's afraid of reader finding out that he has a crush on them). And then Kyoya decides to finally help you two get together so he gives Tamaki subtle hints, and then bamn. Confession.

—🌱 (if tumblr eats this ask i will proceed to blast myself into space/also i'm sorry if this is too long and complicated </3)

No worries, this is a perfect idea haha!

.........

An orange blossom.

A symbol of chastity, purity, and loveliness.

It was obvious that Tamaki knew its meaning right away, given he was well-versed in the language of flowers.

Over the past week or so, he’s been left one flower at his usual hosting table. A new day meant a new flower would show up. He had his suspicions of some secret admirer who didn’t dare to show their face, nor leave any indication of their identity. 

This certainly perplexed the princely-type; at home, in class, and at the club..he kept asking himself the same question:

Who?

Who was the one trying to profess their love to him in such a subtle way?

He managed to narrow it down to two people he’s gotten close to recently: you and Haruhi. There was no doubt it had to be one of you.

But he knew that it wasn’t like Haruhi to leave flowers all around, especially ones with deep meanings like the orange blossom in his hand.

Which means it could only be-

‘No..’  He shook his head. ‘It may be true but...what if this is just a friendly gesture? They could never possibly see me..the same way that I see them, right? I got it! I’ll just convince myself that this is all Haruhi’s-!!’

“Tamaki, there’s guests waiting for you. So if you’re quite finished with whatever warped fantasy you're immersed in..”

With a small scream, Tamaki whirled around to see Kyoya standing there. His face was burning red, but thankfully the ravenette didn’t hear his thoughts whatsoever, so he regained his composure quickly.

He had no time to sulk over this matter, so he tucked the blossom into his pocket and smiled, turning on his charm as he went over to entertain his guests.

..........

“Will you ever tell him?”

“I don’t know..maybe someday.” You sighed as you sat beside Mori at lunchtime. Honey arrived soon after, joining you both at the table.

You decided to confide in the two about your crush on Tamaki and the flowers you’ve been leaving for him as hints. But after dropping off the orange blossom yesterday, you felt like it was slowly becoming a lost cause because you’re certain he only had eyes for one woman: Haruhi.

You didn’t want to risk shattering his spirit and forcing him to reject you. It would be an awful situation for everyone involved.

“Tama-chan still doesn’t know??”

“I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s Haruhi.” Your voice lowered into a despondent murmur. 

“But Haru-chan doesn’t know much about flowers or their meanings,” Honey pouted. “I’m a hundred--no..two hundred percent sure that if you’re honest-!”

“Mitsukuni. Eat your food before it gets cold."

“....okaaay, Takashiiii..” He went back to eating his lunch, like a kid who was being scolded by his parent.

“He’ll figure it out soon, I’m sure.” Mori tried to reassure you.

“Yeah, I can only hope. He can be a real airhead, though..” You sighed.

And so the remainder of your lunch was quiet.

...........

During the last hour of the meeting, after the guests were gone, the hosts saw that their leader wasn’t his usual cheerful-self. Even the guests have noted that he seemed perturbed about something, but he just kept making excuse after excuse.

Kyoya knew very well what was wrong, so he insisted that he and Tamaki talked outside the music room.

But even in the empty hallway he continued to mope around, dodging his longtime friend’s questions and making up lies until-

“You’re not in love with Haruhi. You just convinced yourself this was true out of fear of being taken for a fool by [y/n], your real crush.”

“A fool?!!” Tamaki gawked, turning slightly pale as he stared at him. “Is that all I really am to you, Mommy??!”

“From my observations, yes.”

“!!!!!”

“Now don’t go sulking again,” Kyoya warned. “Not until you tell me..who, out of all the people you know, is highly familiar with flower symbolism?”

“W-Well..[y/n], right?”

“And who told you that they have a lovely garden and regularly visit commoner flower shops?

“...[y/n]...”

“So you know for sure it’s not Haruhi...nor some "friendly gesture.” With a sigh, he closed his notebook, although he perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching, looking behind him to see you. “Oh, hello, [y/n]. I had assumed you’ve gone home for the day."

“Ah, Kyoya-senpai. Hi.” You stopped to catch your breath. “S-Sorry I didn’t show up today, I was behind on a lecture and....Tamaki-senpai?”

The aforementioned blonde yelped and hid behind Kyoya, although he did a terrible job at it as the latter merely stepped aside. “It’s now or never, Tamaki."

And with that, he walked away, leaving you both alone in the hall.

“So...anything interesting happen at the club?"

Tamaki tensed up. "U-Um, no..it was quite an uneventful day, at least for me." He rubbed his arm. "That's..a nice flower you got there.”

“Thanks.” You awkwardly held up the red rose in your grasp. Of course, there were countless ones decorating the music room, and the hosts always seemed to have an endless stash of them to gift to the ladies.

But this rose was much different, even Tamaki knew.

You could tell he was frozen on the spot, so you sighed and walked over, taking his hand to place the rose in it. “Yes, it was me who left all those flowers for you.”

“It was?? I knew it--wait..how much of our conversation did you hear???"

“Not a lot, but at least my fears weren’t confirmed.” You smiled sweetly at him. “Guess I tend to overthink stuff as much as you do, huh?”

Usually this is where he’d respond back with some cheesy romantic quip. But he couldn’t find the right words this time around. It didn’t help that you were now holding both of his hands either, but you were patient, knowing that he desperately wanted to say something to you.

“[Y/n], I’m..truly touched by your gifts.” He managed to speak at last. "Each flower you've bestowed upon me seems as though it was freshly-picked from the Garden of Eden itself. You spoke to me through these flowers..but..even though I knew what they’ve been trying to tell me...part of me was oh-so very afraid of being...wrong.”

Tears glistened in his violet eyes, though you couldn’t tell if they were for dramatic effect or legitimate. Nevertheless, your smile grew as you listened to his speech.

Eventually he did get to his point: he was in love with you but was terrified of what you might think--that he was too immature or aloof or incompetent to ever be more than just a friend.

You just chuckled, shaking your head. “I was afraid to tell you for the same reasons. I knew you could’ve gone for any girl in this school, so..uh...I guess I’m a lucky person, huh?”

“Why, I’d consider myself the lucky one, here. But does this mean...” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, gazing at you intensely. “..you accept my confession?”

“Yeah, more or less. If I didn’t things would be real awkward right-!!”

All of the sudden you were pulled closer to his chest, trapping you in a tight hug. But you simply wrapped your arms around him, before breathing a small sigh of relief.

You were surprised, yet pleased, that things turned out this way.

Meanwhile in Tamaki’s "Theater of the Mind", fireworks were going off and he was prancing around with joyful tears streaming down his cheeks. But in reality he just smiled and closed his eyes as he squeezed you tightly, his heart full of love and joy.

Earlier today he had lost those, but..

You have become his new love and joy.

[rubykgrant]

“It’s right over there...” Grif nodded in the direction he wanted them to go.

This was an interesting park; it had different areas, some of them flat and open grass for people who wanted to start a game where they kicked a ball around, some of them flower beds with fountains and benches, some of them almost like taking a walk in the woods. Grif’s destination was down a little brink walkway, where there was a courtyard that overlooked a ledge, with hanging plants growing up metal garden arbors.

Simmons came right along, letting Grif lead the way. As they passed under the arch of leaves and flowers, Grif glanced at his boyfriend’s face, and was satisfied to see an expression of bright interest (he was hoping for this reaction, because this area of the park was like stepping into a scene from a fairytale... it was easier to let yourself get all sentimental and romantic when the person you were with appreciated it).

Together, they walked to the stone railing, and looked down. Far below them was a field with several small gazebos, and one large amphitheater. It was there that drew Simmons’ attention, because a group of musicians and performers had gathered. Grif’s attention was still on him... the way he looked in the soft evening light, the way the gentle breeze was sweeping his hair across his forehead, the way he was smiling like an excited kid. All kinds of fond feelings twisted in Grif’s chest... and he was starting to enjoy having butterflies so often.

“How did you find this place?” Simmons asked.

“Well, while you were off having your family crisis, and I was dealing with being super extra depressed, um... Sarge actually started forcing me to go on walks with him in the morning,” no that WAS a little embarrassing, but Grif’s done trying to put up a front anymore.

“And don’t start apologizing again, I’m not telling you this to guilt-trip you. Anyway, he was making me walk around outside with him, something about how I’d get bed-sores and start growing fungus if I just stayed in bed forever, and one time we found this little corner of the park. I started coming back here on my own in the evenings, because it’s kind of a cool spot. Back then I thought about how, like... if I got to hang out with you again, I’d want to show it to you... so yeah. Here we are,”

Simmons listened intently as Grif talked, and held back his urge to say how sorry he was... he still hates himself a little for the way things happened. This moment isn’t about all that, though; this was about Grif wanting to share something with Simmons, and he was NOT going to ruin it with left-over shame. Instead, he gave Grif’s hand a gentle squeeze with his own organic one, lightly running his thumb across the knuckles. All that stressful crap was over, he wasn’t going to let his family hurt him again. He wasn’t going to leave Grif like that again, either. They were finally together, they were on their first real date, and Grif was being so sweet...

All those feelings about regret fell away, and Simmons leaned against the railing, a helpless dreamy expression on his face as he smiled at Grif. He couldn’t do anything to stop it, so he didn’t even try. Grif smiled back, and seemed to understand that they were BOTH absolutely stupid for each other... they always had been, but now they could do something about it. Simmons tilted his head forward, and Grif met him halfway for a soft kiss.

“Thanks for bringing me here. This was a really great day, Grif...” Simmons said when they leaned back apart.

“Oh, we’re not done just yet,” Grif told Simmons as he blinked his eyes open. “Wait a sec...”

It had finally gotten dark enough for the lights to flicker on; several lamp posts began to glow around them, and down at the amphitheater, music started to play. It was an unknown tune, but something grand and soothing, slow without being like a lullaby.

“This is why I wanted to bring you here for a first date,” Grif elaborated, slowing stepping backwards from the railing and into the middle of the courtyard, bringing Simmons with him. “You never got to have an awkward date at a lame school dance. So, that’s what’s happening dude. We’re dancing!”

“Haha, oh my GOD! You- you really planned this?” Simmons stumbled as Grif yanked him closer, laughing the whole time.

“That’s right! I told you, I wanna be all your first-date-experiences, and that includes doing the slow-dance-shuffle,” Grif grinned.

“What, exactly, is the slow-dance-shuffle?”

“It’s the thing little middle-schoolers do when they don’t know how to dance yet, they just kinda hug and shuffle their feet, so they rock in a circle. Don’t worry, it’s easy...” Grif wrapped his arms around Simmons as the music swelled, growing louder. “And unlike middle-schoolers, we don’t have to worry about teachers and chaperones telling us to leave room for Jesus while we dance!”

Simmons almost fell down from laughing, leaning all his weight into Grif. A moment passed with them both giggling before they finally managed to compose themselves. Now, Grif settled his hands on Simmons’ waist, warm and comforting. Simmons loves it whenever he feels Grif touch him... on his back, his arms, his chest... the times Grif affectionately holds his face... Simmons can’t believe he spent so many years NOT feeling Grif’s hands all over him. He loves it. He can’t get enough.

Simmons slips his own hands up on Grif’s shoulders, and Grif presses their bodies together. This isn’t going to be a fancy waltz or anything complicated... just the slow-dance-shuffle. Unlike most REAL first-date dances, this was intimate and comfortable, close and cozy. It also wasn’t taking place in a school gym decorated with balloons and streamers; they were in their own little world right here, flowers draped above them, pleasant lights illuminating the area, and beautiful music playing... it was utterly ROMANTIC, and Grif was very proud of himself for pulling it all together.

“I’m so lucky to have you with me...” Simmons sighed, closing his eyes and touching his forehead to Grif’s.

“Excuse you, I’m the lucky one,” Grif responded, nuzzling his face closer.

“Nuh-uh, I’M the lucky one!” Simmons argued.

“No, Me!”

“No, Me!”

They attempted to drown each other out by both shouting “ME ME ME ME ME!” before dissolving into laughter once again, which then slowly faded as they kissed. They hummed and continued to sway, moving slowly in a circle... dancing. Simmons was dancing with his boyfriend. They were boyfriends, and they were dancing.

“I love you, Grif... I’m glad your my first date, and my first dance... because you’re also the BEST,” Simmons said without opening his eyes, still pleasantly lost in all these tender feelings as he continued to rest his forehead on Grif’s brow.

“I love you too, Simmons. You’re the best for ME, I hope you know that...”

Clearly, they were both very lucky.