#anon im sorry it took me two hours to respond. i was falling down the rabbithole

[foursaints]

TARYN DUARTE MENTION ON SAINTS FOURSAINTS TUMBLR BLOG WE WIN WE WIN

yes i feel somewhat normal about her

[technowoah]

Be Okay

Dream won't drink water and it gets out of hand

- Dream x gen! Neutral reader

- Anon requested!

Prompts!

4) "I never fucking wanted this/that!"

5) "Please stop talking for one damn second!"

11) "It's not important apparently"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, angery dream. This is kinda a blurb instead- not proofread

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You thought about knocking on the door softly to alert Clay of your presence but then immediately thought against it. You didnt even want to go in there and interrupt him and his editing process because he told you strictly not to interrupt him because he was focused and he didn't want to lose his focus.

Clay was a hard worker, and everyone knew that. You admired that about him, you admired his dedication to his fans and his work, but you were worried about him right now. He hasn't came out of his room in about an hour and a half. Clay hasn't eaten all day, and hasnt taken care of himself.

You came over his house earlier that day to see him still in his bed. You laid in bed with him, which he accepted your hugs and cuddles, but when you asked what was wrong he never answered or just brushed oft the question.

Now Clay was stuck at his computer and the first time you tried to give him some water he brushed you off saying. "Dont bother me right now, I'm trying to stay focused." At the time that hurt you, and it still does so you didn't enter his room until now.

You stood at his door with some water and some pizza rolls. You were nervous of how he would react, but he needed to take a break. You wanted him to relax and not stare at the bright computer all day. His eyes were probably strained and he wasnt taking care of his body.

You gained the courage to knock on the door infront of you first time softly and then the next a little bit harder. Both times there was no response, so you decided to go inside of his room. The only light in the room was coming from the daylight outside from the open windows. At least he was getting a good breeze. Clay didnt even spare you a glance and continued typing and clicking on the computer.

"Clay." You said cautiously.

"Yeah?" He responded bluntly. You didn't want to already be annoyed by his attitude.

"I made some pizza rolls and got you a bottle of water. You need to eat."

Clay scoffed. "No I don't, Im fine. Im breathing."

"I need you to eat though!" You placed the food and water near his keyboard and crossed your arms.

"I. Dont. Need. To. Let me work." Clay said facing you for a minute and then went back to his work.

"I have been letting you work for the past half and hour! Can you take a break? I know Im being annoying, but you need to take care of yourself."

Clay looked at the food near his computer and took the bowl and held it out for you to take from him, but you didn't take the bowl put of his hand.

"Can you just take this shit away." He said grumbling.

"There's no need to swear, why can't you just take a break and eat? Its not gonna hurt your process."

"The reason I want you to take this is because I'm not starving! Im actually getting interrupted by you forcing me to eat!" Clay started yelling.

"I never fucking wanted this!" He said gesturing to the bowl of now cold pizza rolls in his hand.

"I only want you to fucking eat! That's it! Is that too much to ask?!" You yelled as he shut you out again. He returned editing his video and let out frustrated groans because he messed up a clip and had to redo it.

"It's not that important apparently." You rolled your eyes. It was petty of you, you could've just left it at that and talked about it later.

Clay banged the table with his fists. "Please stop talking for one damn second!" He yelled more violently this time, you could bet the neighbors heard him.

You weren't going to let tears fall. You weren't going to show Clay that you were weak, so you stormed out of his room and slammed the door behind you hoping he heard that loud and clear. You threw yourself onto tbe couch and sobbed into your hands, you then grabbed a throw pillow and cried into that trying to muffle your frustration. Staying like that until you calmed down you traveled to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips and went back to the couch to put on some mindless TV shows to distract you from the chaos that happened before.

Halfway into your tv show you heard someone coming down the hallway, but you didn't bother looking towards them to greet them.

"Hey y/n!" You turned around to the different voice who spoke and saw that it was Nick who spoke to you who was now walking to sit by you. To be honest you forgot that Nick was even in the house when you went to speak to Clay.

"I heard some yelling in the other room and I wanted to know what was going on are you okay?" Nick asked while sitting next to you.

Damn, you felt bad that your quick fight had turned into yelling and Nick overheard.

"Yeah, Im fine. I cried into your throw pillows, but me a Clay had a huge fight about him overworking himself." You said tapping the throw pillow on your lap. "Long story short he's probably still mad and now I feel like shit, I might go home. Also I'm sorry you heard that!" You rushed.

"No, it's okay. I really wanted to know if you were okay. I heard you crying too, but I didn't want to intrude." Nick said while putting a hand on your shoulder. "Do you want me to drive you back?"

"You dont have to Nick! But its appreciated."

"Do you want me to tell Drea- Clay?" He asked awaiting your answer.

You paused before answering Nick. "I'll- I'll go tell him." You said confidently.

"Positive?"

"Positive." You stood up and walked towards Clay's room for the third time today.

"I'll be ready when you're done!" Nick yelled down the hallway.

You were at the same place you were a few minutes ago. This time you didn't hesitate to open the door and face Clay again. Your heartbeat quickened, because of the fact that you didnt know what would come out od Clay's mouth this time. It was nerve-wracking, but you had to face him wether it was today, tomorrow, or the next day.

You didn't bother knocking and just entered the room. He was still in the same chair facing away from you but this time he wasn't looking at his computer, his head was resting in his hands while his his video edits weren't on the screen anymore.

"Clay." You started and he turned around facing you.

"Y/n! Im so sorry." Clay spoke, you were about to speak but he interrupted you. "Please, I'm a dumbass, im sorry I yelled at you. I know you were just trying to help. Forgive me?"

Clay stood up walking towards you, you didn't walk away you just stared at him for a while before speaking.

"Clay I understand and I forgive you. It really pained me to hear that, that's the first time I heard that anger from you except for when you play in Minecraft." You chuckled and he smiled. "Just take care of yourself."

You walked towards him and brung him into a hug which he reciprocated. You two stayed like that for a while until you spoke again.

"I dont want this to happen again. We'll work around it like we always do."

"That sounds like a plan. I dont want it to happen either, I didn't like that." Clay chuckled.

"Im sorry I made you cry." Clay spoke again.

"You heard me cry?!"

"Yeah from the living room."

"Damn I didn't know I cried that loud." You laughed into his chest.

You and Clay finally let go of eachother and he went to go officially turn off his computer for the night and came back to you. He grabbed your hand and you both walked out of his room closing the door and walking to the living room.

"Im taking you're not going home?" Nick said from the couch as you both joined him sitting on it.

"Not now atleast. We made it work." You said as you leaned against Clay's shoulder.

"Good!" Nick said while switching the TV to something else.

Clay wapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek. You finally got him back.

"Those pizza rolls were cold."

Taglist: @annshit

[1800-tonystank]

Hello! Could I request some stormy day hcs for the cc feral boys? Like do they want to cuddle, do they build a pillow fort with you, just fluffy things :] (neutral pronouns if needed! also sorry I'm using the submissions tab, it looked like anon wasn't on for asks and I haven't got an account right now ^^; )

ahh yes ofc !!

(sorry this took so long for me to get to lol, ive been very busy ! <3)

cc!feralboys x reader

cw: storms, anxiety

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺:

- waking up to the sound of rain and thunder was honestly nice

- well correction… it would have been nice if your boyfriend didn’t get up at nine in the morning to play video games

- looking around tiredly, you decided to text your boyfriend ‘goodmorning’ instead of walking across the house to tell him

- he instantly responded, answering with a “goodmorning, come hang out with me <3”

- you grabbed the blanket off the bed and trudged into the room. softly closing the door behind you, you made sure to keep the noise to a minimum as to not disturb him

- he turned around almost like he could sense your presence, “hi! come here angel” he said with a large grin on his face

- you smiled tiredly and walked towards him, letting his arms encase your body, making you feel safe and calm

- “im assuming we have no plans today, it’s storming” you said with a small frown. dream shook his head, “thought we’d just stay in and chill out?”

- you nodded as he started to move you down onto his lap, “go back to sleep okay? it’s still pretty early baby”. nodding, you shoved your face into his neck and let yourself fall asleep to the sounds of calm rain

𝐠𝐞𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞:

- if there was one thing that you and your boyfriend enjoyed, it was definitely sleeping

- the two of you just loved to cuddle up in bed and sleep all day long

- especially on rainy days, when you could hear the soft patters of rain on the window, the thunder booming through the sky… it was peaceful

- your eyes fluttered open to feel george’s hand softly rubbing back and forth against your waist, looking over at him you saw he had his eyes shut and was more than likely trying to go back to sleep

- your movements seemed to wake him up as he leaned closer to your face and whispered “it’s been storming all morning so i think we should stay in bed today, yeah?”

- laying back against his chest you made a small sound of affirmation to his question before grabbing his hand and pulling it close to your chest, falling asleep faster than ever before

𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩:

- the two of you had woken up fairly early that day

- sapnap immediately turned the tv on, claiming that if it was going to be a rainy day that you had to watch anime with him

- of course you complied, it was always nice to see him get so excited about things so how could you deny him

- once he started the anime, you watched for hours and hours until it had gotten dark out

- at this point, you were beginning to get tired due to the relaxed mood the weather had set for you. curling up into sapnaps lap you kissed his cheek before whispering a small “i’m tired”

- glancing down at you he kissed your head, “it’s okay to fall asleep baby. it’s okay” he said with a small laugh at your tiredness

- “mhm” you hummed leaning back into his shoulder and lightly gripping his sweatshirt in your hand before he turned the tv off and helped you settle into bed as he cuddled in behind you

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥:

- usually stormy days means staying inside and being productive

- so naturally the two of you spend the day cleaning the house and tidying everything up

- once everything is cleaned karl suggests that you make dinner together and have a little date night at home

- obviously the idea was great and you began to gather ingredients to make the food

- once dinner was done, karl thought it would be cute to play some music from one of his vinyls and light some candles to “make it more romantic”

- thinking it was absolutely adorable you thanked him with a light kiss and finished eating the dinner

𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲:

- we all know that quackity is a hard worker, meaning that he takes every free moment to do something productive

- he woke up early and got all of his work done (including a bit of lore), because he knew that you didn’t typically like storms and that you’d want to be with him until the storm passed to ease your anxieties

- once you woke up, you stumbled over to quackitys chair, asking “is it storming?”

- “yeah, yeah it is. you okay darling?” you just nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and shut your eyes

- “are you doing something important right now?” you asked quietly. quackity shook his head no as he was just playing around on a minecraft server

- “can we go shower” he turned to look at you with a smile on his face “of course baby”

- once in the shower, you stood under the warm water, his arms covering your body as you hugged him tightly to you, swaying back and forth

- a loud ripple of thunder sounded, making you jump and tense up in his arms. quackity moved his hand up onto your head as he whispered, “it’s okay love, i know it’s loud but it can’t hurt you. alright?”, he asked, hugging you tighter to him

thanks for reading luvs <3

[shoichee]

Can you do a scenario with Murasakibara, Hanamiya, Imayoshi and Kagami where their S/O really wants a lot of attention like cuddles etc? Do you mind making it fluffy as hell? I just finished finals and I’m so drained mentally. Good luck with your finals I hope you do well luv! 💗

My rules are 3 characters max for requests (GoM requests are the exceptions), but it’s been a looong time, so I’ll do them all as a treat! I RLLY HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY, FINALS SUCK SO MUCH :(( I think i did my finals alright heh // these are more formatted as fluffy (within their character LOL) reactions more than anything, enjoy! IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG PLS FORGIVE ME ANON 

Murasakibara Atsushi

“Hnn?” He looked away from his plate on the table in the living room to see you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt after asking to cuddle. Your shirt had been slightly stained from all the messy cooking you both did together earlier for lunch in his home. “Okay.”

Murasakibara immediately goes back to eating his shrimp tempuras, delicately picking each one to pop into his mouth despite his large hands. He didn’t need to look at you to see how flustered you were in hearing such a casual response from him. Normally, he would be hesitant to agree, he knew that, but sensing how you were too antsy in wanting physical touches from him, he didn’t mind to indulge you. Besides, who’s to say that this isn’t also a treat for him, as well? Not like he would admit that so readily though.

“What are you standing for, (y/n)-chin?” he slightly frowns with an averted gaze before opting to stare at his food on the table instead. “Hurry up already…” At his words, you skipped to sit on the floor next to him with a happy flush, sitting close to him and watching him finish his meal before you can pounce on him. Murasakibara eyes you swaying side to side with anticipation, and he immediately sighs with closed eyes before he gently puts down his chopsticks. Your questioning gaze immediately morphs into one of surprise when he swiftly picks you up and places you on his lap, with your back against his chest and his chin on top of your head.

“Hm? Why do you look surprised? Didn’t you wanna cuddle?” he drawls, moving his chin off your head and tilting your head back by nudging your chin upward to gently kiss your forehead. The languid giant then picks up his utensils again to pick up the last shrimp on the plate to place it against your lips. “Hurry already, food doesn’t taste good when it gets cold, (y/n)-chin…”

As you were chewing, he put the chopsticks on the cleared plate and pushed it away towards the center of the table, all while nuzzling his own face closer to your hair and temple.

You also didn’t miss the way his spare arm was slowly sneaking around your stomach to pull you tauter against his own warm body.

“Hm…” he hums with a deep rumble from his chest. “You feel nice… Oy, stop moving around, (y/n)-chin… what are you doing?” He curiously stares at your fingers carding through his moppy hair, wondering why you’re so drawn to it. When you tell him that you simply want to appreciate every part of him, he merely smiles like a satisfied child before he takes that same hand running through his hair to place a chaste kiss in the palm.

“Hm?” He slyly smirks at your flustered expression. “I want to appreciate every part of (y/n)-chin too, obviously.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Most would be very afraid to be in the near vicinity of Hanamiya Makoto. You’re one of the very few who would approach him so unabashedly, let alone be direct about what you want from him. Even still, Hanamiya raises a thick brow at you before loudly scoffing at the question of you two possibly cuddling together because you “missed his touch.” He ignores you completely and turns his attention back to analyze his teammates practicing on the court, reclining his back further on the bleachers with a stretch. Yet, he’s inwardly ticked yet somewhat touched that you knew that he had no objections to you cozying up to him, without him needing to say anything. Ah, but the ever so “Bad Boy” wouldn’t easily let you approach him like so, and he knew from the way you were standing there expectantly, you knew too. After all, Hanamiya would never pass up an opportunity to potentially savor the sweet taste of misfortune of others, no matter how menial.

“Come over here, darling~” he coos with an open grin as he continues to relax with his arms behind his head, saccharine tone oozing with his dark, rich voice. “I can’t stand a moment without you by my side.” Of course, he once again feels conflicting emotions of subtle pride and irritation in being unsuccessful in embarrassing, flustering, or even provoking you in the slightest. When you settled yourself by his side with a casual scoff of your own, he immediately shot out his arm around your shoulders and cradled your head closer to lay on his shoulder. But he leans in close to your ear to hiss with his usual infuriating sneer, “Like I’d ever say that, dumbass.” You only respond with a customary retort before snuggling closer against him, pulling his arm around your side for more optimal cuddles.

Even despite the harsh rebuke, his touch is gentle, reverring, protective one would dare say, even if his eyes are currently more occupied watching the court than you.

“... Hey,” he curtly calls out after some minutes later, flicking your ear with the hand around your shoulders to ensure you are listening to him. He gets a small sense of satisfaction seeing your dismayed expression. “You’re being awfully damn clingy lately. Are you actually that fucking touch-starved?” Yet again, his actions betray his words, the same fingers that harshly flicked your ear were now softly toying with your hair near your temple in a clumsy, nonverbal attempt to soothe you.

He hates how you somehow knew yet again how he meant that he was only curious about your recent actions, the way you cheekily replied back how he’s actually reciprocating the cuddles with a raspberry tongue to try to provoke a reaction from his end. And he hates it even more when he willingly lets you reciprocate the soft touches when you tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear.

But all he could do to save face was to click his tongue arrogantly. Even still, you somehow see straight through him.

Imayoshi Shoichi

“My, my, those are quite some puppy eyes you’re shooting at me, hm?” Imayoshi relaxes his posture and lays back against the couch to give his signature closed-eye smile. “To think you were this needy.” He simply cocks his head innocently, but you knew something ulterior simmered behind that grin. Even without opening his eyes, his “stare” was still overwhelming in intensity that you couldn’t help but squirm and debate to take back your request.

“Ho? What’s with that look, my dear (y/n)? Don’t mind me darling, keep doing what you were doing before… Hm? I’m being mean?... I’m only graciously doing what you asked me to do. You wanted my attention, correct? You have my full attention now…” His smirk only grows wider when you huff at his comments. “You meant that you wanted to cuddle when you asked for my attention…? Now, now, (y/n), you know that greed is the greatest vice… Still, how cute of you to try to monopolize all of me so.”

Before you can either utter a single comeback or simply leave the room, he abruptly wraps his arms around you and immediately encloses you between his legs. You look up to try to scold him for being so difficult, but all words are caught in your throat when his eyes are slightly open in relishing your figure in his embrace. He merely smiles at your stunned silence, although he knew that you could tell that it was a genuine, affectionate one.

As you begin to relax, Imayoshi rubs gentle circles on your arms, occasionally giving a goading comment or two that elicited eyerolls from your end. Eventually, when you fall into a light snooze from his therapeutic touches, he stares at you fondly for quite some time before an idea crept into his mind.

“My dear (y/n)...” he purrs into your ear. “Am I really reduced to a body pillow for your convenience, my love? I’m hurt.” When you slightly jolt awake from the unexpected closeness of his voice, he merely chuckles at your reaction before hugging you tighter and settling his head atop your shoulder. “Well, I must admit, you’re quite lucky that I’m just as greedy for your attention, darling. In fact, if you’re not careful, I might just end up becoming greedier if you end up forgetting about me… eh? You wouldn’t…? Really now… you’re insisting that I can also ask you for attention, any time?...

… how cute, (y/n), but I must warn you to be careful about what you say, yes? Hm? You really do mean it?... ‘only for you,’ you say? Hah… you really are adorable… quite beyond my expectations.”

Imagine his actual, shell-shocked surprise when you suddenly turn around to face him to nuzzle into his neck with a sneaky kiss attack. He stiffens up, his eyes fully blown open to process the sudden sensation his body just experienced, and he could do nothing but chuckle with a slight chagrined blush.

“... You really never cease to amaze me, hm?”

Kagami Taiga

When you mentioned how cold today was, he already knew since that morning; his body has always had an aversion to the cold, and unfortunately for him, he just happened to be more sensitive to lower temperatures than the average person too.

“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been cold,” Kagami mumbles, scooting himself closer to the kotatsu in an attempt to absorb more of the brazier’s heat. And he’s been sitting there almost motionless for nearly an hour, closing his eyes and breathing softly to conserve his body heat.

When he finally opens his eyes again, Kagami turns to you to invite you to a seat next to him, but he nervously gulps when he sees you standing there with a mischievous look on your face. Who knows how long you’ve been observing him?

When you open your mouth to suggest cuddling to stave off the cold, he erupts a cherry red, knowing full well you were taking advantage of his tendency to get cold extremely easily. But you didn’t stop there. You teased him that he ignored you the entire time, and so, cuddles were only appropriate to make it up to you.

Kagami suddenly felt warm from the rush of blood rising to his face and neck.

“C-C-Cuddle?!... well, yeah… w-we’ve done this before… No! I’m not thinking anything more out of it…! It’s just… I—well, no! It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle! It’s just…” He sputters, but stops when he realizes that he just admitted to not objecting to having a cuddle session, and he merely sweatdrops when he sees a victorious grin growing wider on your cheeks. “Fine… you must be cold too, right?—Wha, where did that blanket even come from?!”

You immediately plopped the weighted fleece blanket over his shoulders like a cape and tackled him with a hug, making sure to tug the blanket over your own body too. Kagami can only react by catching you while trying to break both of your falls, and he topples from his criss-cross sitting position to end up laying next to you, face-to-face.

“S-Stop squirming… how else are we supposed to cuddle if you keep moving under this heavy-ass blanket…? Pfft, well, it’s pretty warm now, huh? Come closer, yeah?” He nudges your head up against his chest, and his breath fans over your head as you sling your own arm over his waist.

“I dunno about you, but I wanna stay like this for a while… if that’s okay with you.”

[raineydays411]

Steve Harrington sucks.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

A/N: Yay! My first request done!🎉✨ Please don’t hesitate to request anything, and I hope you enjoy. Sorry it tooks so long, I just started school.

Summary: (Y/n) Henderson has been through some shit in her 17 years. Her father leaving, an overprotective mother, bullies, interdimensional monsters, government conspiracies, etc. Needless to say her life was constantly changing.  There was one thing that will always remain the same though. And that was the hatred she has for the one and only Steve Harrington. 

Request from anon.

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 You and Steve have never seen eye to eye. You haven’t for a very long time. You two used to be best friends, but that was a long time ago. Before high school and cliques mattered, and before Steve was known as “King Steve.” But once you two entered freshman year, Steves popularity rose and you were left behind. 

Even though you and Steve no longer associated with each other, that didn’t stop you two from fighting any chance you got.

You two argued about everything. If you said the sky is blue, Steve would argue that its actually purple. No kidding, he actually made the argument that the sky was purple. Needless to say, you two hated each other.

“Steve, I swear if you don’t move your feet I’ll--”

“You’ll what Y/n, please tell me what you’ll do?

“ I’ll take your feet and shove it up you---”

“Can you guys not...”

It was always like this. Ever since Steve started dating Nancy it was like he was always there. And because Nancy was your best friend, you got reacquainted with the King of Hawkins High.

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After everything Will with through with the Upside down and El, you were relieved that it was over. You could go back to your normal life of being a big sister and being top of the class. But then your brother started acting weird. 

It started on Halloween, he came home and was holding his ghost trap thing from Ghostbusters weirdly. You thought it was a rat or something at first but something seemed off.

Then Mews went missing. Mews was given to you on your thirteenth birthday, so loosing her was devastating to you. You still had faith that she just ran out and was lost somewhere in the woods. You spent hours looking for her but no dice so far. You were in your room when your mom called you from the kitchen.

“Yeah?!” you shouted, finishing up some missing flyers for Mews. 

“Can you go find Dusty for me? It’s getting dark outside.” After the incident with Will and Barb, the parents became a lot more wary when it came to being out after dark.

Rolling your eyes, you get up from your small desk and walk out to the kitchen where your mom is. As you get closer, you smell the weird concoction your mother is making on the stove. Your mom wasn’t the best cook.

“Did he mention where he was going?” you ask, scrunching up your face at the sight of the...stew??  

“He mentioned something about Lucas and a code red?? Whatever that means.”

“Code red?” you ask, you weren’t too nervous because code red could mean anything. and Dustin tends to be over dramatic. But still, a small voice in the back of your head is warning you. 

“I’m not too sure dear. Would you like to have a taste before you leave?” aaand that was your cue to leave. You start rushing to the door

“Sorry mom! I better go find Dustin before it gets to late.” 

You start to make your way down the road when a flash of red catches your eye, you walk towards it . You realize its just some pieces of meat. Then you see what looks like a trail. Leading from your basement to the woods. A bad feeling settles in your stomach, and before you go in the woods, you get a hockey stick that you wrapped with barb wire a few months ago just incase. 

Then you follow the trail of meat into the woods.

You follow the trail till it leads you to the junkyard. By the time you got there it was already dark and surprisingly foggy.

“Dustin?!!” You shout, seeing the pile of meat stopping. You step over it as you walk around shouting for your brother.

“Hello!!? Dustin this isn’t funny, moms worried about you.” 

And that's when you heard it. A low growling sound. Right behind you. 

“Y/N!! WATCH OUT”  

You spin around to see what looked like a demogorgon, but on all fours like a dog. And it was slowly walking towards you. Growling as it stepped closer and closer. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you tighten your grip on the hockey stick. Adrenaline rushing through your body. Your senses heightened as you focused on the creature in front of you. You lowered your body into a crouch to prepare for an attack. You slowly backed away slowly as it stalked toward you. You heard what sounded like Lucas or Dustin tell you to run but you knew if you turned around, that thing would pounce on you and you’d be dead. And if you died, what would happen to your brother? To Lucas?  

Then the demodog lunged at you. The muscles in its leg tightened as it jumped toward you. You held your breath as you swung the stick with all your might, hitting the monster in mid air. It yelped as its body was flung sideways. It layed there for a moment them leaped up on all fours again, You backed away but never took your eyes off it. 

“Holy shit what is she doing” a girl?? 

“YEAH THATS MY SISTER!” Dustin

“Y/N THREE O’CLOCK! THREE O’CLOCK!” shit.

You can see another figure moving in your peripheral vison. Another one. You position your body so your able to see both dogs at the same time, but then you hear chirping and growling from all ends. You were being surrounded. 

“STEVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” 

Then, Steve Harrington runs out of a broke down bus, bat in hand as he settles up behind you. 

“What the hell are you doing here Harrington?”

“Saving your ass Henderson, what does it look like?”

“I had this under control”

“Oh yeah, being surrounded definitely screams under control.” 

You aren’t given a chance to respond as another demodog leaps at you and Steve, forcing you to swing out and hit it again straight in the head. Another dog leaps at Steve, and he manages to hit it with the bat. 

“We’re going to die if we stay here” you say assessing the situation. 

“ No shit sherlock.” 

“Shut up and listen” You shout. “you run back to the bus. You need to protect the kids. I’m going to distract these fuckers. When I say the word, you open the bus door and let me in. These things hunt in packs, so they won’t chase both of us if I run first.”

“Henderson thats--” You don’t hear the rest as you dash from the spot. As predicted the dogs chase you and don’t pay no mind to Steve. You can see Steve reluctantly run back to the bus as you take a lap around the junkyard. You have to hit some more dogs but you manage to get back where you were. 

Then you were tackled. Dropping your stick you scream in pain as the demodog digs it claws in your shoulder. You struggled to get your stick as the other dogs get closer and the one on top of you is lowering its flower mouth to your throat. 

“Y/N” you hear your brother scream desperately. You find the strength to kick the dog off of you and launch yourself off the ground. You scoop up the hockey stick and swat the other dog that was in your way as you sprint towards the bus. 

“NOW STEVE LET ME IN” You screech as you near the bus. The doors slide open as hands wrap around your arms and pull you in. 

You lay there for a few seconds breathless. Muscles burning and ears ringing. You ignore the kids talking over each other and Dutsin fretting over you. You just breath, feeling a bit safer than you did outside. Then something rams into the side of the bus. The kids start screaming and Steve shouts something. You gather your strength once more and stand up, your body screaming at you. You see those demon dogs are trying to get in through the roof. You watch Steve start fighting them as you push the kids behind you. You step forward to help when suddenly they stop. Then they all run away and its quiet. After a few moments you feel weak and slump to the floor.

“Woah woah, Henderson” Steve surges forward and grabs you by the shoulders, you hiss in pain as he grabs the wound, “Shit, this is bad”

“Bad? What do you mean bad? How bad??” Dustin questions, his eyes watering at the thought of loosing his sister.

“I’m fine Dusty.” You say standing up. “ It probably just needs a cleaning and some stitches that all.” 

‘You look like you should be an extra in a WW2 documentary.” Steve deadpans. “You should go home.”

You roll your eyes “ Oh like YOU would know what that would look like, you don’t even show up to history class.” 

“ That's not the point Henderson, your arm is about to fall off.”

“I am not leaving these kids here defenseless.” you say crossing your arms, but wince as you do.

“First of all they have me, and second of all, you can’t even move your arm! You’d be in the way.” 

“ I’m sorry but who was the one that distracted those things? Who came up with that plan to get you back in the bus??” you say, annoyed at the accusation of being useless. 

“she has a point” muttered Lucas, earning him a smack in the arm by Max and a glare from Steve. 

“Listen Harrington” You say poking him in the chest. “ I’m fine, im not going anywhere, and I can kick your ass even with my arm fucked up. Now we’re going to get out of this FUCKING bus and figure out what the fuck is going on. AM I CLEAR?” 

A shocked silence settles in the bus. Lucas and Dustin chuckled and Max smirked in admiration. Steve glared at you, simply saying “Crystal” and turned around marching off the bus. You roll your eyes as Lucas and Max get off as well, leaving only you and your brother.

“That was really badass. The way you fought those demodogs back there.” Dustin said looking up at you. 

You smile and ruffle his hair. 

“ I wasn’t going to let them get my Dusty Bun” You say in a baby tone pulling him in for a hug. He groans at the name but hugs you back. 

“HENDERSONS MOVE YOUR ASSES” Steve shouts. You roll your eyes and nudge Dustin towards the door. 

“Come on, before King Steve blows a gasket” 

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You find out that Dart killed Mews and are absolutely devastated. Dustin felt guilty as he was basically the reason why your beloved cat died. 

“It’s fine Dustin, now I have even more of a reason to kick their doggy ass.” 

You walk ahead of the group seething in anger and fear. Your arm was still sluggishly bleeding and throbbing in pain. 

“You really should do something about that shoulder” Steve said as he walks up next to you. 

“Sure, let me just stop at the hospital while my brother and his friends chase flesh eating dogs from another dimension.” you reply in an sarcastic tone.

“I’m just trying to help.” Steve says in a soft tione

You roll your eyes and mutter a fine. You then rip a strip of fabric from the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around your shoulder. 

‘There are you happy now?”you ask

Steve is stunned, he never realized how...tough you are.In fact this whole experience has made him realize how smart and resilient you’ve become. Far different from the shy quiet girl you used to be when the two of you were friends. He never wanted to stop being your friend, in fact he even harbored a little crush on you but he just got caught up in the popularity and attention. Then he got with Nancy and started seeing you constantly again, only now you hated him. It hurt him in ways he didn’t understand. And while he’ll always love Nancy, he’s starting to realize that maybe he’s starting to fall in love with you too.

You look at him weird, as he just stared at you with this weird look on his face. You walked past him as the entrance to the lab becomes clear. 

“Hey guys” You shout. “We’re here.”

Then you hear it. Bone chilling roars fill the air. The lights are out inside the lab and you can hear the screams of the people inside. and then rustling comes from the woods. You push the kids behind you and Steve as you tighten the grip on your weapons. 

“Steve?” “Y/n?’

“Nancy?’” “Jonathan?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After finding out El was actually alive and Will’s interrogation, you officially have seen it all. You, Steve, and the rest of the kids stayed in the Byers house while the “A team” went back to the lab. You finally were cleaning your shoulder when you heard the rumble of an engine. 

Great Billy Hargrove.

“It’s my brother! If he catches me here he’ll kill me” Max says, he tone laced in fear. You and Steve look at each other, and then Steve walks out to deal with Billy. 

“Quick hide and don’t let him see you” you say moving toward the door. You open it in time to see Billy knock Steve down and kick him. You flinch and are just glad that it wasn’t you. 

“Oh” Billy coos, “ Are you gonna let me in Princess or am I gonna have to move you?” 

“Moving me sounds fun, how about we try that” you flirt back, hey anything to get him to calm down. 

He chuckles. “Nice try toots but I got a bone to pick with my step sister.” And with that she shoves you out of the way. You realize that you can’t fight Billy off alone, so you run to help Steve. 

“Come on Harrington, up you go” You try and help him up. You hear the kids shouting and some stuff smashing. “Come on Steve, he’s on there with the kids.” You say urgently.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Steve says, finally getting up. You and Steve rush into the house to see Billy holding Lucas up against a shelf. Steve then rushes to the two, as you go to the kids making sure they’re behind you. 

“YOU’RE DEAD SINCLAIR, SO DEAD” 

“No, you are” and with that Steve punches Billy in the face. You pull Lucas away, checking him over to make sure he’s alright. The kids are cheering Steve on as he beats Billy. 

“KICK HIS ASS STEVE” 

Then the tables turn. Billy smashes a plate over Steves head, knocking him down and punching him in the face. They get into the living room and Billy isn’t stopping. He’s punching Steve in the face continuously. 

“STOP YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM” Dustin screams 

“BILLY NO” 

You rush forward and try to pull him off. “Billy thats enough, he’s already down!” he just pushes you to the ground and resumes his beating. You get up, desperate to help Steve. 

“Y/n!” You hear Max yell.  You look at her and she hands you something. 

Will’s morphine. 

Without a second thought you ripped the cap off the needle and injected the drug in Billy’s neck. He flinched and stood up, giving poor Steve a break from his brutal beating. 

“youbitchwhatdidyoudo” He slurred as he pulled the needle from his neck. He then fell on his back, half unconscious. Max, surprising you all, took Steves bat and yelled.

“From now on you leave me and my friends alone, you understand?!” 

“Screw you.”

She brought down the bat between his legs. Your eyes widened as she slammed the nail covered bat on the floor between them. 

“SAY YOU UNDERSTAND. SAY IT! SAY IT!”

“I understand” Billy finally whispered as the drugs took over. After watching that you ran over to Steve. You checked his pulse just to make sure he was alright.

“Alright Harrington, get up” You said. “Come on Steve.” 

“Y/n, we don’t have time.” Mike said. “We have to help El.” 

“How are you even going to the tunnels Mike? It’s too far to walk.” You say as you put Steve's head on your lap. 

Max then walks up to Billy and pulls his keys out of his jacket. “Y/n can drive us.” she says. Then the whole party laughs. “What? What's so funny?”

“Y/n can’t drive us” Dustin said laughing. You glare at him from your spot.

“Why not?” Max asks.

“Because” Mike replies, “ She failed like three of her drivings tests”

“Yeah, unless you want to hit every mail box on the way and get whiplash, y/n is out” Lucas chimed in. 

“Hey! I was not that bad” you yelled incredulously. “ Besides what would we do with Steve?” 

“Leave him here?” Mike said

“With Billy?” You asked

“Yeah we could just tie Billy up or something” 

“We are not leaving Steve” Dustin said. “He’ll be chill when he wakes up, I promise.” 

“We still can’t go” you say. The group groans

“Why not” Mike says

“Because, I can’t drive you.” You reply. Then Max ‘s face brightens 

“I can drive.” She says 

Suddenly, you’re in the backseat of Billy's stolen car, Steve sprawled across yours, Mikes, and Dustin's lap as Max drives erratically to the field. 

And then Steve wakes up. 

“y/n??” He mutters looking at Mike, Mike gives him the side eye as Dustin starts talking.

“Hey buddy” Dustin says “ He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight”

“Dustin!” you shout

“What?” 

‘Oh god” Steve says realizing what was happening “ Oh my god stop the car!!”

“Steve I promised them you’d be cool if we brought you” 

“oh god 

“Make a left here” “you’re okay” 

“Steve relax she’s driven before”

“yeah in a parking lot””That counts!”

“Stop yelling!”

“Stop the car, stop the car” Max takes a sharp turn 

“WOAHH” “STOPTHE CAR”

“Steve calm down” “I told you we should have left him!’“

“AHH SLOW DOWN” “CALM DOWN”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP! I’M TRYING TO FOCUS” 

Max hits the breaks as she makes to to the field. You all stumble out of the car and head to the trunk, getting ready to head into the tunnels. As you’re putting on your mask and goggles Steve stumbles to the back of the car yelling, 

“HELLO! Do you guys hear me, we are not going down there!” 

“Y/n how could you let them talk you into his” “ARE YOU DEAF? HELLO?

“WE ARE NOT---” 

“STEVE!” Dustin shouted, “The fact of the matter is that a party member needs our assistance. We can’t just abandon her.” 

“...fine” Steve says, and he puts on the bandana and goggles. You walk up to him and hand him his bat. “ Wow Harrington, you’ve never looked better” 

“Ha ha, get in the hole” 

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After struggling to get into the hole, you finally made it into the tunnels. It was dark and damp in there. Cold as you and the party walked further and further into what could be your doom. Specks of...something floated in the air and the walls were covered in what looked like vines. Steve was at the from of the line while you were at the end.Making sure both ends were covered and there wasn’t any chance at a sneak attack. 

You stood at the back with Dustin as he kneeled down to tie his shoe and then a flurry of that white shit sprayed in his face. He started freaking out immediatly, screming and spitting

“SHIIT! ITS IN MY MOUTH!”  

Steve ran over to him and started asking whats wrong. Seeing Steve so worried about your brother warmed your heart, especially because it’s been so long that Dustin had a male figure who cared about him in his life. Now that you think about it, Steve has been really protective over Dustin these past few days, in fact he--

“Hey Y/n, are you okay” Steve says, interrupting your thought. 

You look at him and nod, “We should keep going”

He nods and take his place back in the front. The group only had to walk a few more steps till they reached the hub, 

“Let’s torch it” Steve said as he stepped forward. The kids spread out, pouring gasoline on every inch of the  cavern.  After you were done, Steve pulled out his lighter and flicked it on. 

“You ready?” He said. You all nodded and prepared to run for your life. Steve threw the lighter and the whole hub was lit. The everyone ran. Mike got caught as a vine wrapped around his leg. Steve struggled to it get off when you came around.

“Stand back!” you yelled and swung you hockey stick down on the vine a couple times. This cut it in half as you heard it..squeal?? You then helped Mike up and urged him to start running. You were almost back to the hole when you were stopped. 

A demodog stood in the way of your freedom. Hunched low and growling as it wait for you to make your move. Thats when Dustin spoke up.

“Dart” “Shh Dustin get behind me” You shushed him, trying to pull him away from the creature but with no luck. He slowly walked toward iy.

“Dustin what are you doing?””Get away from it” the rest of the group whispered as he pulled a candy bar from his pocket.

“yumm nougat” He said, breaking the candy bar into pieces and fed them to the demon dog. ‘There you go buddy, eat up” He then waved to you. 

“hurry up go” He said still crouched down. Carefully, each member of the party passed by. Creeping passed the demodog who paid no attention.

“Bye buddy” Dustin whispered as you and Steve pulled him away. 

You finally got to the hole. You and Steve helped each of the kids up the rope. Rushing as you heard the rest of the demodogs running to find you. You finally got Dustin up the rope when you saw them. The pack of demodogs running full speed toward you and Steve. There was no time for either of you to get up the rope. Steve pulled you into his chest as the pack drew nearer. You tensed up, waiting to get torn apart by these creatures.

“Y/N! STEVE” Dustin cried, being held back by Mike and Lucas. 

The closer they got the harder it was for you to breath. You closed your eyes and dug your face into Steves chest.

They ran past you. The demodogs run right passed you and Steve as if you weren’t there. You feel them run past your legs, bumping into you as they are called somewhere else. 

You sigh in relief . You look around the cavern, realizing you’re not dead. Steve laughs a breathless laugh as you smile, the threat of death gone. You realize that you’re still pressed up against him, and look up. Staring into the brown eyes of the one and only Steve Harrington. His goggles pulled up against his forehead and his bandana around his neck. 

You don’t know if the adrenaline or you not giving a fuck, but you fling off your safety glasses, pull down your bandana ans surge up.

Capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss.

He makes a little ‘oomph” sound in surprise as he realizes what's happening. But then he relaxes and kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands go into his hair as you wrap your arms around his neck, prompting him to  lean closer. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you begin to let it in when--

“OH GOD, REALLY?” 

Dustin. “GUYS THEY'RE MAKING OUT’”

“Ewww, come on do you really gotta do that here” Lucas complains.

“Yeah! we don’t wanna see that” Mike says, frowning in disgust. 

“Come on’ Max says, pulling Dustin and Lucas by the collar of their shirts. Mike following behind them.

You pull away from Steve, giggling as you see the awe struck face he's making. 

“Come on King Steve” You say, starting to crawl up the rope. “Before Max starts joy riding and leaves us here. He shakes his head as he watches you get to the top and starts climbing. 

“Hold your horses Henderson, I’m coming.”

[headheartbellarke]

JEALOUS | Luke Patterson

Requested by anon: “5 times Luke gets jealous and one time he doesn’t have too. Luke x reader?”

PAIRING(s): Mercer!fem reader x Luke Patterson WARNING(s): angst, fluff WORDS: 2.3k SUMMARY: Five times Luke Patterson gets jealous and one time he doesn’t have to.

A/N: hi! sorry this took so long, lol. school sucks. :/ i promise im gonna be posting more frequently from now onwards! anyway, decided to make y/n alex’ sister, bc i’ve been wanting to try it for a while. hope u like it!! <3 also, song used is carry me by kygo ft. julia michaels.

1.

The first time that Luke Patterson feels that scorching, smoldering rage in the pit of his stomach is when he notices Y/N Mercer stare at his bandmate, Bobby Wilson, for the entirety of their hour-long Literature class.

At first, he doesn’t understand why he feels this way: Y/N’s just as much Bobby’s friend as she is his. Well, not really – Luke likes to believe that he is the one that she is closest to in the band, other than her brother, Alex, of course. Sure, Bobby and Y/N are friends – they say ‘hi’ when they pass by each other in the hallway, she helps him out with his Physics homework when he asks, and he asks her how her day’s been – that sort of friends. They’ve never really interacted more than it was required, and Luke knows that if Bobby wasn’t a part of their band, Sunset Curve, or if Y/N wasn’t their drummer’s sister, those two wouldn’t be friends.

Anyway, he thinks that maybe it’s because they are supposed to be partners, working on their assignment together – and instead, she is choosing to abandon him and stare at one of his best mates, instead. He thinks that maybe he’s mad because she promised him that she would help him out with this assignment, which is particularly hard, and now, it feels like he’s ditching her.

Instead of thinking about why he is so bothered at the fact that Y/N is staring at Bobby, Luke chooses to elbow her instead.

“What?” She whispers, a blush covering her cheeks.

“Can you focus?” He snaps as she rolls her eyes and opens their textbook.

“You’re annoying.”

2.

“Alex, Alex, Alex!”

“Luke, I’m sitting right beside you – you don’t need to yell.”

“There’s something that you should know.” Luke whispers, conspiratorially. Alex, who’s sitting beside him on the couch in the garage where they rehearse, leans forward, intrigued. “What?”

He points at Y/N, who’s sitting in front of Reggie in the opposite side of the room, strumming a guitar – Reggie’s teaching her how to play. Unlike her twin brother, she’s not naturally gifted in music, which is pretty evident from her occasional frustrated huffs, and the obviously off-key tune. Rather, science is her talent, and has always been. The top spot in their class has been permanently occupied by her ever since their first exam as freshmen.

“She!” Luke whispers. Alex furrows his brows. “Yes, I know that she has no musical talent whatsoever –”

“No, no, no. I mean, yes, she doesn’t have that – but you wanna know what she does?”

“I have a feeling that you’re gonna tell me even if I don’t wanna know.” Alex mutters.

“She has a crush on Bobby!” Luke scrunches his face, a disgusted look taking over.

The drummer raises his brows and bursts out laughing. “Really, dude?”

“No, no, no, I’m not lying, okay! I’ve seen her stare at him!”

He raises his brows. “So? She stares at a lot of people.”  

“It wasn’t that way, okay? Last week, in class, she was ignoring me and staring at him. Plus, yesterday, when you were god knows where, she and Bobby were having a conversation. An actual conversation! I’ve never seen them talk that much. They were nerding out over Star Wars!”

“Dude, are you…” Alex pauses, looking around, “… jealous?” A smile spreads over his features.

Luke’s eyes widen, and he looks horrified. “What? Me? Jealous? Huh? Me? How?”

Inside, he is panicking. He hadn’t considered this possibility. Is he jealous? No, that can’t be. Y/N – he’s known her forever, and he is supposed to think of her as his sister. He does think so. He’s sure. He can’t – he doesn’t like her. She’s just… Y/N. Sure, he’s always thought that she’s beautiful. And smart. And so, so kind. He’s always admired her. OK, he might have had a little crush on her. But, in a totally harmless, admiring way! (In the way everyone seems to like Winona Ryder these days. Nothing more than that. Absolutely.)

She’s just Y/N.

Y/N, who’s always there for him after he has a bad day. Y/N, who’s the first person he hugs after playing an intense show. Y/N, who’s the only person who can understand his silence. Y/N, who makes sure that he knows that she appreciates him. Y/N, who he knows like the back of his hand.

Before Luke can panic any further, Bobby enters the garage, and Luke notices her attention immediately shift toward him. They exchange a smile, and Luke feels that rage, yet again.

He falls back on the couch, locking eyes with Alex, who is silently watching with a soft smile on his face.

“I’m not jealous.” He says weakly, and Alex nods – but he knows that it doesn’t convince either of them. His friend lays a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “It’s okay.”

3.

By the time the next month rolls around, Luke is positive that he’s jealous: so, he’s resorted to not thinking about it, her or even interacting with her – which is hard considering that she’s always around.

Now, he feels like shit. For their junior year, they are supposed to do a report on a Victorian era novel of their choice, with a partner. He and Y/N were supposed to partners – they had decided months ago and have also done previous assignments together. But now, since he hasn’t even dared to look at her in a month, she’s now doing the report with Bobby, of all people.

As he watches Bobby and Y/N sit next to each other with their arms brushing, he feels that rage again, and curses himself. Could he not have behaved like a normal person? He knows that she is confused as to why he’s suddenly ignoring and avoiding her – she has even asked her brother about it. But Luke had threatened Alex that he would tell everyone about his crush on Reggie if he even said a single syllable.

(Although Luke knows that he would never.)

He sighs, dramatically, and searches for someone else to pair up with, ignoring the way his heart clenches at the realization that he may be losing her.

4.

“Luke?”

He looks up and feels a rush in his veins.

“Are you… mad at me?” Y/N asks tentatively, standing at the door to his bedroom. Her eyes keep flitting between his face and around his bedroom, and he hates the fact that there seems to be an ocean between them.

“Uh…” He scratches the back of his neck, not knowing what to respond. She looks down at her feet, biting her lip and Luke feels a tug on his heartstrings at that. It’s been so, so long and he has so, so much to tell her, but he doesn’t know how to bridge the gap that he created.

He builds up his courage and says, “Yeah. I was kinda mad at you.”

Her eyebrows furrow, and panic flows into her e/c eyes. “What – what’d I do?”

Luke inhales sharply and wonders what he’s gonna say. It’s not like he can say that he was jealous of the fact that she liked Bobby, nor could he say that in the past month he has realized the fact that he may have a tiny, little crush on her and had to avoid her at all costs because she will never like him back and it’s too embarrassing?

He clears his throat. “Uh. It’s because you promised that you would do the English project with me but you’re doing it with Bobby.”

“But I’m only doing it with him because you won’t even look at me! Why won’t you?”

“I… You also ignored me for Bobby the other day?”

She throws her hands up. “What other day?”

“When we were working on the Shakespeare thingy!”

“I was not – now you’re making –”

“Forget it. Just go home, Y/N.”

A look of hurt flashes over her eyes, but she quickly clenches her jaw, and stands straighter, masking her emotions. “Asshole.”

She walks out his door, slamming the door shut behind her.

For the rest of the day, Luke lies on his bed and stares at his ceiling, and when Reggie comes over, he tells him that he’s ruined everything. Reggie lies beside him and asks softly, “You okay?”

“I think I like Y/N.” He whispers.

“We know.”

His lips part and he says in disbelief, “Alex told you?!”

Reggie shrugs. “He didn’t need to. Everyone can see the way that you look at her.”

Luke sighs, too tired to argue.

“Hey. It’s just a date, alright? It’s not like they’re getting married.”

Luke props himself on his elbow. “What?”

“Y’know, Y/N’s really picky –”

“What date?”

Reggie’s eyes widen. “Y-You didn’t know?”

Luke raises his brows, urging his friend to continue. He purses his lips and says, “Y/N and Bobby are on a date right now.”

Instantly, Luke feels as if his world has drained of every colour. Reggie looks uncomfortable, and whispers, “I thought you knew.”

“I, uh, I didn’t. Obviously.” He whispers, falling back on the bed again. His heart physically hurts, and he can feel tears prick at the back of his eyes. Mostly, he feels anger – at himself, and regret.

As jealousy claws its way to the surface, Luke mutters, “I hate Bobby.”

5.

Luke sits cross legged on the floor of the garage, with a Spanish guitar perched on his lap. His hands dance over the strings, trying to find the perfect melody for the song he just wrote.

Writing songs has always been his way of dealing with his emotions, especially when they got too intense. Right now, the situation with Y/N is exactly that.

His eyes dance over the notebook in front of him, and he closes his eyes, trying to forget everything that’s happened in the past couple of days.

“Cause I don't know how we How we got so far, you and me Almost like there's oceans between us, us So I need to know Could you carry me? Back into your heart again Could you carry me? Right into your distant hands Could you carry me? Right back to where we started from Could you carry me?”

“That’s beautiful.”

Luke’s head turns sharply to the side, and of course, it’s her. He clenches his jaws, and says, “What are you doing here?” He hates the fact that she looks so pretty, wearing a beautiful red sundress.

She bites her lower lip, and says, “We should talk, Luke.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

She giggles. “You’ve always been the jealous type.”

He raises his brows, opening his mouth to deny whatever she was about to say next, but she raises a hand to stop him. “Alex and Reg told me. They said that they’re tired of seeing you mope every day.”

“I –”

“Hold on. So, for the past month, you’ve been mad at me because you thought I like Bobby?”

Luke lowers his head, choosing to stare at his open palm instead.

“You ignored one of your best friends for more than a month because you were jealous, and you were too much of an idiot to tell her the truth?”

“Well, you don’t gotta be so mean about it.”

She laughs. “Luke. Bobby and I – we’re just friends, okay? I was staring at him because I really liked his hair. And you have to admit it – it’s nice. I actually asked him for his shampoo, too. But, well, you and him both thought that I liked him. That’s why he asked me out to the movies last day. But... uh, well, it didn’t work out.”

His heart races at the last sentence. “Why?”

“Because I like you, Luke. I always have. I thought I could like Bobby, I really did – but all I could think about last night was you.” She shrugs, and Luke feels like he’s falling. He thinks that the universe is playing a prank on him, but when he sees her crimson tinged face, the vulnerability in her eyes and her fiddling with her hands, he allows himself to feel the slightest amount of hope.

She looks down, continuing, “I, uh, I always thought that you only saw me as your best friend’s little sister. I didn’t ever think that, you know, that there could be something more. So, I kept it to myself and only Alex knew. But, last night, Reg came over and they were screaming for a while, about you and me, so I went to find out what happened, and they told me that you, uh, liked me too.”

Reggie. He must have told Alex that Luke was ugly crying on his shoulder.

“Please say something, Luke.”

He releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I – I feel like you’re pranking me.”

She grins. “No. No, definitely not.”

“Y/N, god, you have no idea how difficult this past month has been for me. I mean, I never realized that I liked you that much until I saw you with him, you know? I always thought that I had a tiny, little crush on you but I never… and I thought that Alex would kill me if I did anything, but he’s been oddly… nice about all this.”

“He’s just tired of hearing me talk about you.”

“Probably. But yeah. I think you’re brilliant, Mercer. And I really, really, really like you.”

She jumps a little, and whispers, “I really, really, really like you too.”

“Do you maybe wanna go to the movies with me?” His wide grin matches hers.

“Only if we watch part two of Father of The Bride.”

“Deal.”

+1.

Luke watches Bobby smile at Y/N, looking at her as if she’s put the moon in the sky. Although, this time, he doesn’t feel the rage. He doesn’t need to, really, with Y/N’s hand wrapped in his, and the ghost of her lips still lingering on his.

 requests open! as always, feedback is highly appreciated <33

[frogtanii]

hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

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from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill.  "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu.  "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

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i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

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let me love you (five x reader)

requested by : anon  -   I know you probably get tired of Five request but can you do one of a stubborn reader in love with Five, determined to show him that they are trustworthy and he deserves love too?

a/n : i don’t mind writing for five at all ! im currently writing the requests in the order that they came in however i do have a lot of five requests so!!!if i get frustrated or a lil bored or wanna switch it up a bit i might complete some of the other requests first so i hope thats okay<3

You rolled over, looking at the digital clock that seemed too bright in your dark room, awoken by some clattering noises in your apartment. If you were worried you didn’t notice, and it didn’t show, you were far too tired to be alarmed about someone in your house. Blinking, you finally could make out the numbers on the clock that read 3A.M. You groaned, sitting up and rubbing your head, standing to go and investigate the noise. As you exited your bedroom door, you could hear grumbles of pain from the living room, peering around the corner to see who was there.

“Five, what the hell are you doing?” You rushed over to him, taking the first aid kit away from him, brows knitting together in confusion. “Is that blood?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t be stupid. C’mere.” Grabbing his arm, letting go when you noticed him flinch, eyes widening. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face and you sighed.

“Let me clean it. Please?” It came off a lot more desperate than you meant it to, and Five’s eyebrows shot up in surprise for a few seconds before he shrugged, muttering a ‘sure’.

While you cleaned up his wound, you could feel his eyes on you, studying your face, searching for something. Squirming under his gaze, you tried to avoid eye contact with him, your cheeks heating up the longer you stayed there.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked bluntly and you tilted your head at him in perplexity.

“Doing what?”

“Patching me up, being gentle, being nice. I broke into your apartment in the middle of the night, I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“Shut up, Five. You’re my best friend, I’ll patch you up no matter what. I love you.” You continued to dab at his wounds with a cotton round soaked in antiseptic fluid, feeling your cheeks turn pink once again.

“But I don’t—”

“Ah, ah, ah. What did I say? Shut up. You’re distracting me.” Turning your focus back to his wound, you felt him scoff as if he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, he did as he was told but kept sighing throughout what you were doing, making it very clear that he’d rather be doing something else. Regardless, you stood your ground. You’d be damned if you let him go out somewhere else with a bloody wound like this one, or even worse let him patch it up himself.

It was true, you did love him. Not just as a best friend though, you loved him. Complete infatuation and you had no idea why. It wasn’t as if he was a complete catch the first time you had met. He was extremely rude and had no problem with insulting you as soon as he saw you. Luckily, you could hold your own and fired an insult straight back, leading to both of you smirking at each other. It still confused you to this day how you ended up being best friends, but you honestly were great for each other. He taught you how to be a little more ruthless with things that needed it and you taught him to try to be a little nicer and not be so harsh all the time. While you spent more time together and you got to see a softer side of him, you fell for him. And you fell hard. Sometimes it ruined you, knowing you would never be together but at the same time, you wouldn’t trade the friendship that you had with Five for the world. He was your best friend and you were his. You always told yourself that it was better that way, rather than confessing your unrequited feelings and the friendship never being the same. It was the most classic, cliché thing ever.

“Y/N?” Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts by Five’s voice, laced with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts.” You smiled at him, finishing tending to his wounds before closing the first aid kit and returning it to where Five had found it originally.

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

“It’s no problem. Better than you trying to do it yourself.” You shrugged, putting a pot of coffee on to brew and he let out a content sigh by your action.

“Y’know you’re an angel, right?” He smiled and you chuckled, bringing it to him a mug when it had finished.

“I know, I know, you love me, huh?” You laughed. When Five didn’t respond, you shifted awkwardly in your seat, chewing your lip nervously. He audibly sipped his coffee before turning to you.

“I do.” Five said bluntly and you chuckled awkwardly, not understanding him fully, but trying to laugh it off. “I’m serious. And I don’t mean I love you like you’re my best friend. I mean I love you, like, I love you.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I joke about that?” It took you a while to come up with a response, between gulping and your heart racing, your mind flooded with a thousand thoughts all at once. You knew he wasn’t joking because he wouldn’t hurt you like that but what if you’re not good enough for him? You swallowed, hard.

“I love you.”

“Why?” Once again, his words took you by complete surprise and you found yourself gaping at him. “Why do you love me? I don’t deserve you, at all.” Was he serious? How could he not see how perfect he was?

“Because… I do. I fell in love with the way that you can concentrate on one thing for hours, and how when you do concentrate, your brows furrow together and you stick in your tongue out. I love the way that you’ll only drink coffee if I’ve made it for you and the way that you’ll watch movies with me when I’m down, movies you don’t even like, just so I’ll be happy again.” He shook his head at your words, and you huffed, scowling at him.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t even—”

“I’m serious, Five. It breaks my heart to no end. You’re worthy of love, just like everyone else on this planet. You deserve it. Please, let me love you.”

You hadn’t noticed how emotional you were becoming while you were talking to him but as you blinked, tears started to fall down your cheeks and Five was quick to swipe them away with the pad of his thumb, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. Your breath hitched in your throat when his eyes locked with yours and he moved closer to you, his hand on the small of your back, pulling you close so your chests were pressed against each other. His hot breath fanned over your face and you swallowed, lips parting. Five leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, meaningful kiss. The two of you poured your emotions into the kiss, holding each other close and you finally understood each other. You loved each other.

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Dreams Come True ||| Johnny x MakeupArtist!Reader

summary: johnny is kind to all the members of staff, and so you believe that he thinks no differently of you genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst but you have to squint, some more heated elements its john warning(s): slightly more inferred heated elements than i usually make, but otherwise none word count: 2189  song(s): ambience an: sorry anon for the wait! this really wasnt supposed to be long, i literally wrote it in my drabble format, and throughout it genuinely felt like it was only 1k words but... yeah. im not changing the format tho no sir. i havent the patience lmao

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the beat of the bass bounced from wall to wall, thumping over the air at the stage and all the way through to the small room you and easily twenty others were mulling around in. a long time ago, the inability to see around the throngs of people—no matter if you knew them or not—would have unnerved you. but now, despite the way you had to curl over the counter of a vanity to make space for the other stylists, you felt at home. because even with your back to the wall, the vibrations running their unnatural fingers along your spine, the gentle smile of an even gentler giant was mere inches from your own, and it left you no option but to be enthralled by nothing but him.

he was grinning despite your repetitive comments asking him not to, as you extended the brush towards his cheeks—probably because you’d said them through small giggles of your own. it wasn’t your fault that his jokes were funny. he had the comedic timing of a god, teasing the others in such a way that it was impossible not to smile... right? he was too gorgeous to block out, but there was no way in hell you would admit that. 

“what?” he enquired teasingly, eyebrows raising beneath the fluttering fingers of the hair stylist stood behind him.

you rolled your eyes, applying more colour to your brush just so you had an excuse to avoid his gaze. you knew full well he stared at people intentionally to make them nervous. you had no idea why he did it to you though. it made you take longer with his make-up and you were already falling behind—you didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know, the fact that you were working at the same time as another stylist was enough. you prayed the smooth breeze from the window was enough to cool the blush off your face as you attempted to focus upon your work, smoothing the rouge across his skin. but it was inevitable that he would capture your attention once again, and he did so with spending barely any effort. his chin tilted upwards for you to get a better view of your canvas, leaving you able to make sure everything was blended properly, but also very nearly unable to breathe.

johnny, the only man you were practically assigned to now after you’d proven your skills during a comeback late last year, was known for caring for the staff. holding doors, giving them space, sitting down so they can reach easier because it was his responsibility that he was a damn tree. since you were practically his personal make-up artist, it was thus no surprise that you were the focus of his caring nature. however, even you were beginning to question how far his gestures went. like now—now was one of those times.

“y/n,” he began, and you immediately caught onto that tone of mischief he always had when he was about to try and catch you off guard.

you sighed, biting your lip to try and remain serious in the face of what you knew would inevitably follow. “yes, john?”

he took that as his cue. “do you mind making my lips a little more red?”

glancing away from his eyes before you could get trapped in them, you stared intently at your handiwork instead. regarding his lips, you felt your eyes narrow. they were plenty bright enough, exactly how you’d done last time. ‘you sneak,’ you thought, ‘does he just find joy out of other people’s embarrassment?’ though you had to question yourself if you were really embarrassed, as a part of you was perfectly happy to bask in the opportunity of touching his plush lips. they were so full and soft that you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander whenever you looked at them. 

when you peered up, searching for the clock on the wall, you caught the hair stylist’s stare. she’d slowed her ministrations, and was now eyeing you blankly. only below the surface was there a glint of warning.  you quickly glanced away, only to accidentally to meet johnny face on. he’d cocked his head on one side, brow creased in that way that threw your heart in a loop. 

“pretty please?”

caught up in his handsome features you could feel the heat rising to your face once again. as much as you willed it away, deep down you knew it was no use. you cursed at yourself in your head, why do you take everything he says so seriously. there’s no way you actually mean anything more to him than just friendly coworker. 

you swallowed with a nod, letting your fingers run aimlessly through your kit while you focused primarily on thinking about something else. dwelling on the impossible would do nothing but lower your mood and you knew that. still, it didn’t mean the tiny spools of daydreams didn’t occasionally slip through. they left you dazed when you came back to the real world, as if their tiny pinpricks of imaginary light grew to the size of blinding headlights in the pitch of night. upon your return you found that your gaze had barely left him at all—as soon as your eyes trickled away, they absently fled right back to him. a circumstance that he always looked so damn happy about. dreams don’t come true, y/n.

you hadn’t registered that the hair stylist had stalked away until johnny spoke up and his words left you fumbling in the mix of your own crush and the fear that someone had overheard.

“you look so cute when you’re focused,” he’d said, grin a hair-width from a knowing smirk, eyes curved in that gentle enticement. it was as if he wanted you to fall. had you not been reeling you perhaps would have scowled. you already had fallen, you didn’t need him to turn up the anti any more than he head—otherwise there would come a stutter that your heart didn’t recover from.   

“sh-shut up,” you stammered, trying to hide the jump of your heartbeat behind a smile. but as his plush lips parted into a chuckle, your mind just trundled straight back to the dreamscape it always visited when you thought of them. 

truly, no one would blame you, because kissing a man like that would be one of the true wonders of the world. the flashes of a possible time, where your lips melded with his and he held you close and safe, away from the rest of the world, where no crowd could ever hurt you, were tantalising to say the least. you bravely gulped them down. 

it would not last however, as johnny was on a mission, it seemed, to make you blush as much as possible. so much for feeling calm.

when you poised your hand by his lips again, he merely insisted, “how can i? with someone like you right here... i just can’t help myself.”

you very nearly choked on those threads of dreams as well as the corniness, whilst he underlined all his words with a sweet smile. the one that made you want to cup his cheeks and feel the gravity of such a person before you. 

you shook your head, to abandon the thoughts as well as shake him off. he’s just trying to make you laugh. “bleghh, now shush,” you managed, praying he’d take your simple response as a sign to quit.

alas, your poor heart, he did not.

“what? do you not believe me?” you didn’t peer up and instead took advantage of the tiny pause to brush more scarlet around the corner of his lips. it was short-lived however, as they then opened in exaggerated surprise, and you only just managed to pull away before you accidentally painted a faded gash across his chin. “you don’t believe me!” 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, johnny,” you uttered, hesitantly peeking over at the clock to see the minute hand way too close to the hour for your liking.

he sighed, and had you actually regarded the entirety of his expression, you would have spotted how saddened he looked. “you don’t...? ah, y/n, how could you not realise just how beautiful you are?”

“johnny...” you tapered off. you had expected to come out in more of a warning tone, but with the seconds ticking by at an alarming rate, the elation at his words combined with the nerves and irritation at how you couldn’t do your job all combined to make it sound a lot more emotionless than its nature truly was.

“with your gorgeous smile, pretty eyes, adorable laugh, impeccable fashion sense...” he paused and you could have sworn his breath hitched in his throat, “really, it’s enough to ruin even the strongest of people around here, i w—”

in a desperate attempt to get your job done, without a single thought you raised your hand to grip his chin gently between your thumb and finger. and instantly, all the words he had been suddenly desperate to ramble in that moment were stolen off his tongue, the flirty smirk stilled. 

for a few seconds you were stunned too, before the two minute call rose throughout the room like a game of chinese whispers. in a moment of sheer reflex, you attended to a minuscule patch of faded vermilion and further highlighted an extra line of shadow that in all honesty didn’t need renovation, all while your head span as you interrogated yourself and the world on as to what the hell johnny was playing at. 

“there you’re done.” 

your hand jumped away as if shocked by static, and you began to clean up your cramped workspace. you didn’t give a final look over your masterpiece, you knew the man could pull off pretty much anything thrown at, or in this case upon him. but he didn’t respond, and it was the uncharacteristic silence that brought out just enough confidence within you to turn your head towards him once again. 

you find his honey eyes wide and a small and silent gasp upon those very lips that had said all those confident, sly things. his fingers were tentatively brushing against where yours had been, as if tracing the petals of a rose.

“i-i would know,” he finished out of the blue, expression still in his stupor.

“sorry?”

johnny’s pout was truly something to behold, and it was now different now. as the light in his eyes softened, he murmured just loud enough to be heard only by you over the chatter of staff and bandmates alike, “weren’t you listening?”

tracing backwards through the amalgamation of chaos that had been the past five minutes felt like it would take hours. somehow though, as in the peculiar nature of all thoughts and memories, you managed to trace back just far enough, for enough to fall into place piece by piece. and as soon as a part of the jigsaw was revealed, the wider picture came into focus. despite your own sheer disbelief.

“i... ruined you?” 

he laughed sheepishly then, hand finally moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, the consideration of not ruining his hair style clearly skipping his mind. “well... in all the best terms of the word, yeah.”

silence filled the space between you, leaving the ruckus beyond to only grow and seep into your ears, like the cold of autumn through a forgotten window when the music stopped playing. instinct drew you forward then, as if it were pulling upon strings of fate. your hand twitched in your lap, ready to lift and hold him again, and it was as if both of you forgot where you were—johnny moved forwards in his seat much like you did. 

but then came the frantic yell from the doorway. “johnny, what are you doing?! you’re on stage in literally thirty seconds—!”

the man swept to his feet, making sure to draw his face as close to your ear as he could get away with under the suspicious eyes of the staff surrounding you. you would argue that there was no way that could ever be construed as meaningless, but in the moment there was no way you could care. 

“you’ll help me get this all off, right? after?” he asked, before he leant back. 

you had offered him nothing but a smile, but he knew the gleam in your eyes. it was one of intrigue, one of excitement. with a final glance down to your lips, your crush strode off and out of the room, leaving you with a dozen pairs of eyes all focused intently on you and the bright grin on your face. 

you cleared your throat, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded an apology to them, you hadn’t meant to make him late after all. but nothing could quell the joy that pulsed through your veins, and so you excused yourself for a small break outside to gather your breath in the cool night air. 

maybe dreams do come true after all. 

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an: i dont like this. not one bit. i really struggled to write it bc creativity hates me so im really sorry :((  i hope ill edit it soon, for the benefit of everyone :/

also... im aware that the ambience isnt specific to the scenario right here, but—as much as i love the idea of the videos og scenario—this is the closest thing i could find to what i was after :(( please imagine more chatter with it 

also can you tell i know nothing about makeup? ha

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Brothers anon back with a worked out timeline! And Misstressoffandoms sorry im responding so late! I completely missed your reply. Thats what I ended up doing but im hoping to eventually be able to completely copy those eailer asks and put them on my notes app.

When this gets a major update I'll resend if you want me too.

CURRENT AGES! (When they left Subbin)

Ran-19

Ranbob-26 (Previously 28 but decided to change it a bit, decided I didn't like the 9 year age difference between the brothers)

Watson-33 (Previously 35 but decided to change it a bit)

Jackie-16

Grievous-22

Benjamin-30

Cletus-24

Charles-25 (Previously 27 but decided to change it)

Isaac-29

CURRENT TIME LINE! (THIS IS NOT INDEPTH AND IS INSTEAD INTENDED TO GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF EVERYTHING, DETAILS MAY BE CHANGED DEPENDING ON WHATS ADDED)

-Dream gets control of Ranbob and uses him to basically commit genocide in Mizu, Ran barely escapes. 

-After living alone for 6 years Ran arrives in Subbin, takes part in the Pit tournament, and gains a family. At the same time the fishermen find and rescue Ranbob, bringing him to their home.

-2 years past with Ranbob recovering and having a haunting, and Ran fighting while spending time with his own haunting. 

-Isaac manages to convince his group to go to Subbin even though Ranbob is a bit nervous, the fishermen join The Pit for the promise of money and fun. Ranbob gets pinned against Ran (doesnt know its Ran) and sees the King of The Hill is on with Ran at the top. Ranbob climbs up to see Ran there, he is shocked and approaches him with weapon dropped and shaking, Ran kicks him off the edge. Ranbob slams his head into the ground and dislocates his shoulder, rises up to see the King of The Hill dropping. Ranbob tries to talk to Ran only for Ran to run to him and slam him into the ground, yelling at and threatening him. He carries him over to the edge of the arena and at this point Porkius calls off the fight and the fishermen and Gladiators enter the arena to seperate them. Ran cursing out Ranbob as he gets dragged away. Ranbob gets treated in the medical wing as Ran storms about and the two groups talk and match everything up.

-Weeks past with incredible tension in the air. They decide that taking a trip may help and after getting approval from Porkius, manage to convince Ranbob and trick Ran to come along.

-After agurements and tense moments while in a carriage, they get out and walk to their next destination. A flower biome. Where they manage to relax and have fun for a few days before moving on.

-Next Watson leads them to a nearby waterfall he found with a tunnel behind it, the brothers get water splashed on them by Isaac and Jackie being idiots, and from dripping water in the cave, leaving Ran with burns to his neck and hands, while Ranbob has burns to his cheeks and also to his neck. The burns fade quickly with help of burn cream Watson brought with. 

-After they pass the tunnel they see a shattered Savanna, and decide to travel through it. Tension ramps up when both Grievous and Cletus almost fall off halfway up a mountain, and when Rans scowling and growling end up sending Ranbob so far away from him he almost walks off the edge. 

-Watson says the Savanna is to dangerous and leads them to a nearby roofed forest, where they have their first run in with Raq and learn that Ran is still being hunted. 

-After 3 morw run-ins with Raq they move to another forest, this time Oak, and stumble upon a village, where they stop for supplies. This is also where they learn of Kelalen, but the librarian they learned it from dismisses them as lunatics and to avoid them. Upon pressing for more info they find out it was like Mizu, to which Ranbob shows interest and excitement.

-They move on to a Tagia biome where everyone attempts to tame a wolf and fails, expect Charles, Watson, and Ran. Charles gets 4 dogs from this and is very happy.

-While running to shelter in a cave from a thunderstorm, the brothers lag behind the rest, and start to badly agure. At the end Ran shouts something that makes Ranbob stop, stare at him with teary eyes, and run away. Ran almost goes after him but doesnt and instead goes to tell the others. While Ranbob finds another smaller cave to hide it, and after some harsh words, everyone goes searching for him. Leaving Ran alone and leaving him with his guilt ridden, horrible feeling, and merciless mind

-They get Ranbob to come back to find Ran gone, at first almost no one wants to go after him. Saying how it's all his fault. But eventually they agree to look for him after the storm has passed. Its a full day until the storm passes and the gladiators have become very worried for Ran. 

-When they finally look for him, it takes them hours to find him. And they only find him when there's a sudden shout through the woods, leading them to Raq mid-attack on Ran, taking advantage of his distraction of being lost in his own mind. Sadly their a bit late and aren't able to save Ran from a blindness potion. But are able to chase Raq away. Ran suffers due to the potion, and everyone is distressed.

-3 days pass until they manage to collect themselves up enough to move, after Ranbob said that he believes the town of Kelalen is nearby, he believes traveling there is worth the risk.

-It takes a week to travel to Kelalen and at first they get turned away, before Lucia recognizes some features of Ranbob and feels bad turning them away when Ran is blind. So they get brought in and Ran gets cured. 

-They stay in Kelalen for 4 weeks (minimum, may be more later on, im actually thinking along the lines of months) where they learn more about everything and Foolish who is particularly interesting. And after a while and long conversations they say goodbye and continue on to their next biome, a snow biome.

-While in the snow biome they meet a particular old enderman who used to live with members of the SMP. He reveals his name as Edward and upon meeting Ran and Ranbob he makes the connection with them to Ranboo. And starts to happily tell stories and teach lessons. But when Ran leaves to go to bed, Edward reveals that Ran does love Ranbob, but is struggling with his own nightmares that make it hard for him to show it to Ranbob. Who hesitates believing him, but eventually does. From here on Ranbob looks at and thinks of Ran in a different view. 

-After the snow biome theres no real destination next on their list, so they decide to just explore. 

-3 months past before something interesting happens. Whenever they come across a village Jackie has formed a habit of asking them about Foolish, as he took a interest in him. And he eventually gets a village that goes "Yes Foolish is that way." And he excitedly drags everyone else with him to meet Foolish. 

-They get to Foolish's home and start exploring. Jackie is alone when Foolish confronts him and Jackie brings him to the others. Foolish isn't exactly nice at first but warms up upon seeing the brothers again, as he's reminded of Ranboo. Hes informed about Dream and he is horrified to learn that and offers his help, they decline beliving themselves already free of Dream. Just before the group leaves Foolish gives them access to his armoury, saying how he feels like they'll need it. Before Ran can leave Foolish gives him a special totem of undying, saying he truly means he'll help, and that he feels they may face Dream again. Foolish tells Ran to break it when they need help and he'll be summoned to them. Ran leaves disturbed.

-2 years have passed with the group and brothers getting closer, along with occasional attacks from Raq and other hunters. They head back to Subbin. Their goal of getting the brothers closer achieved. Their still not as close as they used to be, but their close enough they can joke around, be left in the same room together alone without someone being stabbed, and even hug. Though Ran still hasnt fully forgiven Ranbob yet, but he's trying his best. Their on their way back to Subbin when nightmares between the two start ramping up, and Ranbobs episodes where he tries to run back to Dream are also on the rise. Everyone is starting to suspect something is happening but isn't sure what and so try to move on. When next Raq attack he brings back up again, this time instead of focusing on Ran, they focus on Ranbob. When Raq is defeated and finally caught, they ask why, and Raq reveals that theres a person who put a high bounty on Ranbob. Raq dies from Ran and Cletus.

-Ranbob fears its Dream, the others comfort him saying Dream can't escape Mizu. Their wrong.

-They finally get to Subbin and things are normal for a while, until Porkius reveals that Ranbob probably shouldn't be alone for a while. When asked why he reveals that the bounty on Ranbob has been put back up in Subbin, although he's going as fast as he can to nullify it. Benjamin, Charles, and Watson go to the local bar where bounties are put. And sure enough there's one for Ranbob there.

-When they get back Ran reveals what Foolish told him about facing Dream. They realizie Dream somehow got out and is hunting Ranbob down. Ranbob is terrified but they manage to comfort him. And they come to the conclusion they need to fight Dream. They spend months preparing and training for it. 

-(This is the end bit and has yet to be fully figured out. So it'll be added in at a later time.)

Notes: During the whole time traveling, unless specified, Ran and Ranbob are far away from each other. Ran tending to be in the very front of the group with Ranbob in the very back. And whenever Ranbob got close to a gladiator Ran would growl at him to back off. 

If you have any questions feel free to ask! (And if I missed anything please tell me so I can add it)

And I wanna check, am I still ok to send these?- to like talk about my au or no?- I'm afraid I've overstayed my welcome honestly and if I did I dont want to annoy you and will stop! And if you still don't mind, is there anything you want me to change? In general?

This’ll be helpful for the future! Also, Charles has four dogs, that’s adorable. 

Of course you’re okay to send ‘em, I love reading these things! 

I will never be annoyed about getting to see someone’s cool ideas and see how they choose to build on them. That sort of thing is awesome, and I love seeing it, your AU most certainly a favorite in that like. Send as many as you’d like, and I’ll be all the happier for it.

[ladyxxdaydream]

Of course feel free to ignore this if its stepping boundaries. And if it is im sorry!! Im processing heartbreak of my own (3 years and it ended abruptly last summer) so I feel for you when you talk about yours (though I know yours was longer, im sorry). I actually found NATA a bit after and it seriously helped me through some of the toughest times, I kid you not. And then I'll Fall did as well and then all your others lol. And through falling in love with them I fell back into this fandom and back in love with writing and back in love with loving, honestly?? Despite the pain, those stories kinda made me a romantic lol. I was so hurt (still hurt) but I dunno.. they helped me really wanna do better, get better, strive for more. They helped me not give up on love and not close myself off which I always used to do. Ahh I dunno, I just wanted to let you know that your work has been a big comfort to me. And again if I overstepped, im really sorry!

I read this hours ago, and then re-read it several times, and then sent it to two of my friends, all while crying. I am so, so touched. this is probably one of the sweetest, most amazing things anyone has ever said to me.

i’m going to put the rest of my response under a cut because its gonna be long and your vulnerability is something i want to meet equally.

listen. when i first read this... i wanted to be bitter. bitter because I’ll Fall and NATA are directly influenced by my eight marriage that just ended; those are the only two fics I’ve written that are connected to my relationship, and ironically (or maybe not lol) my most popular and well loved stories. I’ll Fall is the story of how my partner and I met -- some of those scenes are directly lifted from my life -- and so much of myself and my wife are written inside Iruka and Kakashi in NATA, chronicling how our relationship grew over time. Of course, those stories are heavily embellished and transformed into a plot but my point is... reading that they helped you not give up and love, both broke my heart and healed me all at once.

I remember when my relationship ended, NATA was not yet complete, and I had this horrible moment where I thought: “if the seed that directly inspired them ended, then they also need to end.” I LITERALLY CONTEMPLATED DIVORCING THEM. But I am not a horrible person lmaoooo and of course they are a completely different entity than my marriage -- they were inspired by each other, not one in the same.

Even though that was my first reaction to your ask, it quickly faded away. Because... I find it absolutely beautiful and so incredible that my stories made you not give up on love, and to not close yourself off, and help you move on or let go. Because while my love (and your love) ended... it doesn’t mean it didn’t exist. It existed. It was real. And it was beautiful. And then it ended. And that’s okay. Love isn’t finite. And it comes in so many forms. And every variation of it is unique and special. Love will come again. It’ll come many times. Even if it’s not in the form of a person--love is everywhere, and everything.

And you know, writing that final chapter for NATA, a few months after my break up, was actually cathartic. I thought it would feel like a lie, but it didn’t. Writing them reminded me of how beautiful love can be, and I’m really grateful for it. I, too, learned a lot from them. They also served as my coping mechanism so to speak, providing me comfort and security. And I am beyond humbled and thrilled to know it served someone else in the same way.

It’s still hard for me to even comprehend, to be honest; the fact that those two fics inspire such emotional responses from people. But I think the reason people have responded to NATA and I’ll Fall so strongly, is because I laid myself bare. All my vulnerabilities and insecurities, and flaws, and heartbreak (in i’ll fall) are written all over it, as well as my experiences with love, which i’ve been blessed with richly, despite what may have happened. People always say to write what you know, and I guess I took that very literally lmao

anyway. i hope things get easier for you, if they haven’t already. i’m... five months? post-separation and still very much raw. and i gotta say... experiencing a break up during the pandemic is extra hard and weird. our friends cant hold us while we cry. we cant go out dancing or to a bar or do anything even remotely social that might help us ease us down that river of moving on, or give us that feeling of being newly single? idk?  it makes an isolating experience even MORE isolating. and has made the finality seem less real somehow? like ... sometimes i feel like im just waiting to get back together... even though i know thats not going to happen... i dont know if thats just my experience but...fuck.

i think my only advice is just... let yourself feel it. my biggest tool is meditation and trying to stay present. my favorite set of mantras recently is very simple -- each word corresponds with an inhale / exhale:

in/out

deep/slow

calm/ease

smile/release

present moment/wonderful moment.

And this quote by Louise Erdich:

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”   

And this poem by Buddy Wakefield, which might seem like an odd thing to watch while heartbroken but shrug??? lmao it’s a tear-jerking but also a real honest show of love at it’s finest.

And music. Music has always been a balm for my soul. Or cracked me open. Sometimes I need to be cracked open. Crying is the best medicine.

Suit of Armor by Danika Smith

going thru by christian alexander

holy by jamila woods

chin up by yoke lore

conversation by lucy rose

plus a zillion more.

ANYWAY, anon. I’m here for you. And my stories will always be there for you, whenever you need them. 💖 sending all of my love!!!!!!!

[sher-soc-the-famder]

I know that you don’t want me here

Summary: Patton never wanted them to know. He had dealt with it alone; he had always dealt with these moods alone.

Word Count: 2739

Pairings: Platonic LAMP

Warnings: Depression, allusions to self harm

Notes: Well I am so sorry this took so long anon ^-^;; I hope that it is worth the wait and at least somewhat close to what you were hoping for! I’m working on MTO and the other prompts that are in my inbox, so keep an eye out for those as well!

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Patton picked at the edges of his sleeves, and sighed. He really should get up and turn on the lights. Or do the dishes. Maybe actually make himself some food instead of shoving another piece of bread into his mouth. But the thought of moving just seemed...too hard at the moment. Like he’d be trying to walk through mud instead of air.

His phone buzzed next to his arm and Patton poked it idly. Virgil had been trying to get ahold of him all day, something about thanks for the messages Patton had been sending all week. Which only made Patton feel worse, or it would have if he could dredge up anything other than the numb ache in his chest. Because the messages had been an attempt at distracting himself and Virgil deserved better than that.

My Dark Son <3 10:13 am: pat? r u busy?

My Dark Son <3 12:45 pm: i know u don’t have work

My Dark Son <3 12:48 pm: txt me when u can

My Dark Son <3 1:03 pm: Lo wants me 2 remind u 2 eat 2

My Dark Son <3 3:28 pm: pat im concerned

My Dark Son <3 3:29 pm: if u don’t respond im coming over

Patton took a deep breath and straightened as he started to type out a message. His fingers hovered over the keypad for a long moment before dropping. He should let Virgil know that he was doing alright. That nothing had happened, that it wasn't Virgil's fault Patton wasn't responding. The guilt would only make things worse if he let the messages sit any longer.

But Patton couldn't think of anything to say.

He set his phone back down, leaving the half typed message unsent.

It would blink at him later a daunting taunt that he couldn't even work up the energy to message one of his favorite people. Patton's head slid back down to the table at the thought, and he tugged the hood of his sweater up above his head. The dark helped, just slightly, but did nothing about the pressure on his chest.

He wanted to cry but the thought of crying just made Patton feel worse. Because if he cried than someone really would notice and he would be asked what was wrong. Which was nothing. Nothing was wrong except for himself and his heart. They'd make it into a big deal, and Patton hated the very thought of it.

He didn't want his friends to try and fix something for him. There wasn't anything to​ fix. Just him and his heart that wouldn't work the same as anyone else. Not to mention that they all had it so much worse than him. He was just tired.

Yeah that was it. He was just tired and if he waited long enough it would go away and he could go back to smiling and cheering them all up. Patton could laugh and smile and then laugh and smile some more if that was what they needed him to do, be an ever eternal fountain of positivity. Patton was who they turned to when they needed a smile and he hated to disappoint them.

Which meant that he never let them see him get like this.

He could deal with it alone anyways,

Patton would simply-

Well, he'd do what he had been doing for the past two weeks, do what he had done his whole life.

Patton took a deep breath and finally heaved himself up from the kitchen table. He let the hood fall further over his face, and tugged the sleeves into sweater paws, running his fingers over the soft fluff inside of it. He left his phone on the table, trying to ignore the new surge of guilt at the thought that it would soon be blowing up with more messages that he wouldn't be answering.

Virgil would tell Logan, who would send a couple of texts, one to Roman and a total of three to Patton, before he started to call. Virgil would text up until the moment that he broke Patton's door down. Roman would alternate texts and calls before helping Virgil break into Patton's apartement. At least, that's how it went when one of the other three felt down.

And when they arrived Patton would paste on another smile, crinkle his eyes as he did so they wouldn't be able to see how it didn't reach his eyes. They would fret and Patton would laugh, wave a turned off phone around, make an excuse about how he forgot to charge it. The lie would be bitter on his tongue.

Patton's shoulders curled inward as he shuffled towards his cabinet. He reached up, towards the back where he knew not even Roman in his scavenging would find, and pulled out a box of oreos. Patton always made sure to have a pack for these days. When he needed the comfort of sugar but didn't have the motivation to bake his own batch.

Patton didn't even bite back the guilt and self hatred about that, simply ripping the packet open and shoving a cookie into his mouth. He clutched the box close and wandered away from the kitchen. He settled down on the couch, curling his legs up and then over the armrest. He closed his eyes as he leaned back and tried not to think about when the others would get there.

He dozed, hating that he wanted to simply forget about them at all, hating that even then he couldn't completely. Patton was just so exhausted. He loved his friends to the moon and back. But he- he just couldn’t. Couldn’t care, couldn’t act, couldn’t do anything, he just couldn’t today.

(You fly too high Chickadee, Mother had told him once. It's alright to think about yourself every once and a while. It's not selfish to make sure you're safe before trying to save yourself.)

Patton opened his eyes, staring at the remote for a long minute. He stuffed another cookie in his mouth and told himself that he wouldn't eat another until he had turned on something to watch. Even a little background noise would help, even if the wrong thing would make him cry. Patton stared at the remote again, and ate another cookie.

God, he hated himself in that moment.

He ate another three cookies before finally reaching for the remote. He leaned over the couch, stretching as far as he could. His fingers brushed the remote and he inched it close enough for him to grab without getting up. He straightened, holding the remote next to his oreos for a moment to just breathe​.

Patton stared at the remote in his hands, and hated that as soon as he had put in the effort he didn’t want to watch TV anymore. He let the remote drop to the couch cushion and leaned his head back to doze once more. He should probably try to take a bath or shower, or even respond to those messages from Virgil. But he didn’t. He just...didn’t.

His hand dipped into the box of oreos, blinking sluggishly as he hit emptiness. Patton stared at the box for a long moment. He would have to get up to get more. Patton didn’t even know how long he as been sitting there just eating the cookies. Time felt as much of an illusion as Logan normally said it was in that moment.

Patton didn’t have any other oreos, and the thought of eating anything else made his stomach roll. He might be able to slide by with Kraft mac n’ cheese, but he had run out of that last week and had been getting by the oreos stashed around his apartment. Patton knew from experience that trying to force himself to eat ended with gagging and hours in the bathroom if he tried to force past his gag reflex.

He heaved himself to his feet, letting the box drop to the floor despite the idle thought of throwing it away being what got him moving. Patton tugged his hoodie tighter around himself, arms wrapped around his waist in the closest thing he could do in giving himself a hug.

He ignored the way that his eyes prickeld just for a moment as he bent down to pick up the box.

His socked feet brushed against the the carpet and then the kitchen tile. The sensation grated on his nerves at the same time that wasn’t enough. He wanted more, but he wanted less. Patton wanted his brain to make up its mind.

He dropped the box into his trash can and slid to the floor of the kitchen. Patton pressed his hands to the tile, wanting to relish in the cool tiles. All it did was make him uncomfortable. Patton leaned back against the counters, ignoring the way that one of the cupboard handles dug into his back. The pain was almost a welcome relief from the numbness that wrapped around his heart.

Patton had never hurt himself, not on purpose anyways. He could never work up the courage or stomach for it. Patton ran a fingernail over the inside of his wrist, over and over again. He pressed lightly, not enough to do more than sting as he felt the slide and bump of the tendons just under his skin. He wondered if actually cutting the skin would help.

Pain scared him though, on a normal day.

Now he couldn’t care less. What kept back his fear of pain also held back the energy to truly hurt himself. Patton tipped his head back. One of the vents that connected to the air conditioning turned on, and Patton didn’t move despite the cold air that blew across his hands and face. It seeped past his hoodie and the only effort Patton made at warming himself up was curling into a tighter ball.

He ran a fingernail over his wrist again.

He knew that no one would care as long as he wasn’t being annoying. Patton could mentally picture the glass wall that he had put up himself between him and the others. He had built it with a grin and encouraging words. He had said nothing more substantial about himself, had never offered anything past his positive attitude. They had never asked and he never encouraged them too.

He was selfish for dreaming of them noticing anything was wrong when he went out of his way to hide it.

Patton closed his eyes picturing the cabinet as the glass wall. He wanted to press his back to it and wish that he had the courage to let people through, to see just what sort of pain he was in. He never wanted them to know. He hated that he could never make up his mind. There was no winning. Either he hurt them by lying and remaining silent, or he hurt them by speaking up and adding even more troubles to their burdened shoulders.

Pain sparked in his palm as his nail caught against his tendon and he winced. The movement made him realize that he was shivering. He flexed his hands, nerves tingling at the action. He stared at his hands as the pins and needles ran through them, flexing them again just for the feeling. He wondered if he would have laughed about being numb inside and the becoming numb outside as well on a better day.

Distantly, he registered the fact that his phone buzzed against the table. A bumble bee pushing against a glass wall. Bump, bump, bump. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn’t shatter the glass and reach the flower it saw behind the glass. Patton wasn’t sure he really wanted it to. He wanted-

His skin itched with the need to scratch until he could draw what he wanted out of his body and put the whole thing to rest.

He brought his hands up to press against his eyes, flinching as he felt the wetness already there. He didn’t know when he had started to cry. A little desperately, Patton wiped at his face, but the more that he cleaned himself the harder he sobbed. His breath hiccuped. His chest felt like someone had laid bricks on top of it.

Knocking echoed through his home, and Patton flinched again at the noise. Muffled voices clawed at his ears and Patton couldn’t breath. He didn’t want them to find him like this. He didn’t want anyone to know. He wanted a hug. He hated himself and the world and his body and he was so stupid and overemotional and lazy and useless and-

“Patton?”

Patton squeezed his hand shut, pressing his palms into his eyes. If he couldn’t see them, they wouldn’t see him. A childish and stupid sentiment just like the rest of him.

“Oh Padre,” Roman whispered from his left. Patton hated that he was too exhausted to figure out if it was pity or compassion in the actor’s voice. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t make anyone else feel worse.

“Go ‘way,” he whispered, “‘m fine.”

A hand pressed against his head. Patton curled into an even tighter ball. The fast that he hadn’t washed in over a week screamed at him. The fingers threaded through his greasy hair and Patton bit back a whimper at the gentle touch. Nails scratched against his scalp, a gentle loving pressure that made Patton’s shoulders shake.

“You are most certainly not,” Logan’s voice came from above him. And oh. Logan was the one petting him like there was nothing else he’d rather do than love Patton in that moment. A warm hand against his numb core. Logan’s voice softened, “But that is alright Patton.”

Patton shifted his hands so that he could take a peek at his friends. Virgil’s panicked eyes stared back at him. He crouched down at Patton’s level, looking him over with careful eyes. Patton covered his eyes again, hating the way that his stomach twisted at Virgil’s search. Of course they’d be worried about that. He was acting out of character.

“Didn’t hurt myself,” he mumbled. Logan’s hand in his hair stilled. “Don’t like hurting myself.”

“We didn’t-” Logan’s voice cracked. Patton wanted to tear his own voice out. Stupid. Selfish. How dare he make them worry. He’d be fine in a couple of days. They would have their Happy Pappy Patton and nothing would change.

Calloused hands touched his gently. They curled around his and tugged his hands away from his face. Patton squeezed his eyes shut, but in the brief moment of light he caught sight of Virgil’s gentle face and Roman’s stricken one.

“I don’t like it either,” Virgil whispered, running his thumb over the back of Patton’s hand. Patton’s shoulders dropped at the understanding in his tone. He cracked his eyes open and meet Virgil’s shaky smile. “Too much work, isn’t it? And god, do I hate having to work even more.”

Patton’s lips twitched at the joke.

“There we go,” Virgil coaxed, tightening his grip on Patton’s hands. Patton felt more tears well up in his eyes and even surrounded by their warmth he was so tired. Virgil tugged at him as he tried to curl back in on himself, and Logan’s hand on his head pressed down gently before resuming it’s stroking. “You up for telling us what’s wrong, Pat?”

Patton shrugged. The whole problem was that nothing was wrong. He didn’t have any reason for feeling the way that he did.

“Well this just isn’t fair,” Roman declared into the silence. Patton could feel Virgil’s hands twitch in surprise at the words. Roman pouted and then opened his arms up wide. “The other two get to comfort you and here I am doing nothing! It’s the cruelest thing in the world. I, for one, would very much like a hug.”

He winked. Patton sobbed, just once before throwing himself forward into Roman’s arms. Roman tugged him close, arms wrapping around his waist and face buried in his hair. Patton felt his warmth leech into his own cold bones. They tangled together until Virgil joined them; Logan’s voice above them all starting to rattle off ways that they could help and things they needed to do.

Patton buried his face in Roman’s chest, and let himself fall.

His friends would catch him.

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[races-erster]

Lasting Letters pt. 5 (race x reader)

Requested: nope

Word Count: 1322

Warnings: none

A/n: sorry that this part took so long to write! I had the idea, but wasn’t sure how to write it, but I think it’s pretty good! Also, let me know if you enjoyed it, it would mean a lot!

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—

I’m pretty sure that that was the best date of my life. I mean, the first few minutes were kinda awkward, but still. I think it went really well.

—

Race had come downstairs about 30 minutes after he asked you out to see if you were ready to go. You nodded, bid the rest of boys goodbye, and met Race at the door.

The walk down to Jacobi’s had been pretty silent, aside from the slight attempt small talk . You were both pretty nervous about your first date with each other, even though you were both sure it would go okay.

You figured that the silence would be better than speaking, just in case one of you slipped up. But, in your opinion, it was so much worse. You were sure that Race was feeling the same way, due to the slight glances he took while he thought you weren’t looking, but you knew no one would break the silence.

—

When you got to Jacobi’s, he looked at you and Race uncertainty. He wasn’t used to the two of you coming in to the deli during business hours, but lead you to a table anyway. You sat on opposite ends of the table, and eventually, conversation flowed normally like it always had.

The night was shaping up to be the best night of your life, and all you had done was go out to eat with him. As you both started to finished your food, you realized that you never wanted the night to end. Race decided to order dessert, despite your protests on the cost, but you were relieved when he did. Although, the unexpected visitors were a shock.

—

Now, you were probably right about going to Jacobi’s when it was closed, not that we didn’t pay, but because of the crowd. I would have liked being alone. I think it would have been more comfortable for the both of us. And if we were alone, Katherine and Darcy wouldn’t have stopped at our table halfway through.

—

After Race had ordered dessert, Katherine and Darcy walked through the doors of the restaurant.

She noticed the two of you, grabbed Darcy’s hand, and came over to your table.

“Hey, guys! What’s up?” Katherine asked enthusiastically.

You and Race shared a glance, unsure of how to respond, before he said, “Nothing much.”

He shot you an apologetic look, even though you knew he was just trying to defuse the situation so you could go back to enjoying your first date.

“Oh, well. Do you mind if we join you?” She asked, still oblivious to the fact that you were on a date.

“Sure,” you replied cautiously, as you moved to sit next to race in the booth he was in.

Katherine and Darcy sat down across from the two of you, and you moved closer to Race. He noticed your restlessness from the situation, and took your hand in his. He gave you a reassuring smile in order to tell you that your date hadn’t been ruined, but you still couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

You looked over to Darcy, and he seemed to catch on to what was going on as Katherine talked a mile a minute. He kept trying to interject, saying that they should go, but Katherine kept making conversation.

You looked over at Race again and squeezed his hand. He looked down at you, and you smiled up at him. You hadn’t realized that Darcy had told Katherine what was going on. She looked at the two of you in shock.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you two were…” She trailed off.

“It’s okay, Kath. Don’t worry about it,” you replied.

“Well, we’ll let you two get back to your evening,” Darcy said, still just as uncomfortable about the situation as he had the first time he sat down.

They got up and left just as Jacobi dropped off the cookie that Race had ordered to you two to share. After the two of you had finished, he stood up and held out his hand for you to take.

“Come on. I have another place we can go before we head back.”

—

I think my favorite part of our date though was the walk around the city. Sitting on that same bench that we went to the first day after we sold together, just made everything about the night so much better after we were interrupted.

—

Race led you through the empty park to your favorite bench. You had spent many nights sitting on that very bench watching the stars, but tonight it was different. You and Race were different.

You honestly weren’t sure what you were now. Were you two still only best friends? Or were you something more now?

Just like earlier in the day, Race saw you overthinking and grabbed your hand. You laid your head on his shoulder and couldn’t help but smile as he absentmindedly traced patterns on the back of your hand.

The silence that followed then wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was peaceful.

You both sat there enjoying each other’s company and looking up at the stars for, who knows how long. After a while, Race started to feel you falling asleep against his shoulder and decided you should probably head back.

He helped you up from your spot on the bench, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to keep you warm. You followed in suit and wrapped your arms around his middle in order to be as close as possible.

—

I knew that our date would have had to end eventually, but I still never wanted it to. I never wanted to let go of you, even though I knew I would have to. I was trying to think of new date ideas as we talked while walking back. Before I knew it though, we were outside of the lodge.

—

“Thank you for tonight, Race. It’s been the best night of my life,” you started, still outside of the lodge.

Neither of you were making an effort to go back inside or to move from the comfort of each other’s arms, even though you knew it was really late.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“I do, but I know you won’t except it and you’ll say that it’s fine. But even, thank you.”

“You welcome,” he responded, cautiously pressing a kiss into the top of your head.

You couldn’t help but smile after he pulled away, even though you hated the loss of contact.

“So, I was thinking,” you started and he motioned for you to continue. “I know a guy who can get us into Miss Medda’s for free, if you want to go tomorrow night?”

“Is that guy you know just Jack?” He laughed when you nodded. “I think we should do that. Just the two of us though, right?”

“Just the two of us. Goodnight, Race,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him again.

He hugged back, and you started to pull away. You kissed the corner of his mouth, and headed back into the lodge.

“Goodnight,” he said barely above a whisper.

He stood there watching you as you went inside, and couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. After composing himself, he went into the lodge up to his bunk.

—

So, yeah. Nothing is ever going to top that. I mean, maybe if we get married one day and start a family, but I’m getting way ahead of myself.

Also, I don’t know if I’m counting that as our first kiss or not, since I didn’t get to kiss back. But, who knows. Maybe when we go to Medda’s that will change.

I’m not sure about all of that other stuff, but I’m still sure that I love you. More than anything.

—

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Summary: You had been dating your boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid, for 8 months now and so far you had an easy time keeping it secret. You’re a surveillance specialist with the FBI in Norfolk, that is until you get swooped up by the BAU in Quantico. Now, you have to work extra hard to keep your relationship hidden throughout a tough case.

Warnings/Pairings: SpencerxReader, Injury, Murder, Guns, Blood, Surgery, etc.

A/N: This was a request from Anon! I hope you like it <3

“Uh, wait, wait. What was the address?” You cleared your throat, blinking quickly as you looked at the notebook in front of you.

The person on the phone listed it again and it was the exact same as what you had down on your notepad.

“Ah, alright. Thank you so much.” You hung up and speed dialed your boyfriend.

“Spencer we have a bit of an issue.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you waited for his response.

“What is the issue? Did you get locked out of your car again?” He sounded amused and you could imagine the cute smirk on his face.

“Uh, no. Apparently, uh, I'm your new coworker.” You forced a grin, crossing an arm over your stomach as you waited for his reply.

“Wait, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I asked twice.” You flopped down on your couch. “I don’t know how it happened, but…” You trailed off, shrugging. “I mean, we were going to tell them sooner or later, right?”

“Yeah, of course. I just don’t want to deal with them fussing over us or interrogating you.” Spencer sighed on the other side of the phone.

“Babe, I can handle it just fine. I’ve been through worse than someone asking me what college I went to.” You chuckled softly.

“I know, I know. I just...I don’t want them to scare you off.” It was one of the few rare times Spencer spoke his true feelings, but that was the beauty of your relationship with him. You both understood each other.

“That’s impossible, I promise you.” You spoke sincerely, knowing he was truly anxious about it. His team would have known by now if he wasn’t so anxious about it. “We’ll go at your pace, alright? I won’t walk in and announce that I’m your significant other. We can tell them whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to me, Y/N.” Spencer uttered softly before you both said your goodbyes and I love you. You had to get ready for your new career with the BAU.

“Hello, you’re Y/F/N, right?” A beautiful woman with medium length dark black hair

asked, her head tilted inquisitively.

“Yes, that’s me.” You smiled warmly, trying to keep your eyes focused on her and not trying to find Spencer in the room around you.

“Ah, nice to meet you. I’m Emily Prentiss, your new unit chief. Sorry if this was unexpected, I just saw your credentials and asked if I could scoop you up. One of our own recently left to be a full-time mother, so we had a space that needed to be filled.” She explained as she led you to her office. You noticed the other agents turning to look at you, Spencer trying to look like he didn’t recognize you but you could see the twinkle of pride in his eyes.

“Just need you to fill out some paperwork and then you can meet the rest of the team.” She opened the door and beckoned you in before shutting it behind the two of you.

The paperwork was mainly basic FBI employment papers and you had it done in 15 minutes. Afterward, Prentiss walked you out and the team gathered around at the bottom of the stairs.

“Everyone, this is our newest member, Y/F/N.” You stuck your hand out and another woman with a dark wavy bob took it.

“Hi, I’m Tara Lewis” Her smile was warm and you felt a little less nervous.

One by one you met and shook hands with Rossi, Luke, Matthew, and last Spencer.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, Nice to see you.” You smiled as he shook your hand, feeling him squeeze reassuringly.

This garnered a few odd glances and some mumbling from Luke. Something along the lines of “I thought he didn't shake hands.”

You both immediately broke apart before a bubbly blonde came waddling in on high heels.

“Hi, Hi! Im Penelope Garcia, Tech Oracle of the BAU.” She stuck her hand out and you took it before bowing graciously.

“I am blessed by your presence.” You uttered reverently before falling into a fit of giggles with her.

“Ooh, I like this one.” She pointed at you, looking from you to Prentiss.

“I'm glad because they will most likely be sticking with us for a while.” She winked at you playfully before Garcia cleared her throat, the tone immediately getting heavier.

“I partially came out to greet the newbie but for the most part it's because, uh, we have a case.”

It was a horrifying case, you realized as soon as you saw the pictures up on the screen in the meeting room. Dozens upon dozens of skeletons and decomposing bodies splayed out on the ground, covered in dust if they weren’t in the ground. Yellowed-white bones peeking out of the earth. Some had been crushed by rocks. Spencer kept glancing your way, checking your reaction to the images. No doubt, he was worried about you.

“So, there was a mass grave found in the Guadalupe Mountains National Park in Salt Flat, Texas. It was uncovered after a mudslide caused by the recent onslaught of storms that came with hurricane Harvey. All the bodies are women and we’ve gotten some DNA matches that of multiple missing cases dating all the way back to 2003 from all across the country.”

“So, this person had the time and money to travel across the country and not get caught.” Luke mused, scrolling through the file on his tablet.

“Could be someone who travels for work.” Tara nodded at the map. “Either that or someone who got some kind of inheritance or settlement.”

“How old is the most recent body?” You spoke up, wanting to get the timeline banged out as early as possible.

“6 months.” Garcia clicked a button and an image of a fairly new body popped up on the screen.

5 hours later the team and yourself touched down in Texas,  your nerves a lot better than when you first got on the plane thanks to Spencer who sat next to you and read to you in whispers, even when the entire team was staring. You weren’t that used to flying and the sheer size of the case made you feel like maybe your small team of seven wasn’t big enough for a case like that.

“Have you ever had a case like this?” You asked Spencer softly as he walked next to you into the police office you would be residing in.

“Yes, actually,” Spencer responded softly, watching your face closely for a moment to gauge your reaction.

“So, you have experience with this. That’s good. That means we have a better chance, right?” You were both hovering by the entrance, Spencer nursing the same cup of coffee he had been for the past 2 hours.

“Oh, uh, yeah, you can look at it that way. We did find the guy who-” Spencer had been surprised by your response, obviously, but his sentence was cut off by Prentiss’ voice.

“Reid and Y/L/N? We need to talk battle plans.” She was glancing you over, her gaze careful but you could see the hint of disbelief in her eyes.

Spencer cleared his throat and stared at his shoes as he made his way over to the team, and you were trying your best to control your reddening cheeks.

Lewis and yourself had been paired up to go to the crime scene to work with M.E’s while Prentiss and Alvez talked to police officer’s while Spencer and Simmons stayed behind at the police station to look over the map of the crimes.

“This skeleton is 10 years old. Her middle finger on her left hand was taken off rather roughly, like most of the other bodies.”

“The ring finger…” You muttered, flipping through what would cause someone to cut off that specific finger. They couldn’t have been married women because they would have been missed. “A mass grave of this size...They all had to of been runaways or prostitutes, a married person would have been missed too much, too risky.”

“You’re right. We’ll have to wait to see after the interviews with the hits we got about the victim’s situation.” Tara nodded, before looking at the M.E.

“Right, most of them had been hit over the head from behind while others had been strangled, most likely from behind with a wire.” The M.E pointed at different bodies. It seems the newer ones had been strangled while older ones had been hit over the back of the head.

You tilted your head, furrowing your eyes.

“What are you thinking. Y/L/N?” Tara looked at you curiously, putting a hand on her hip.

“That’s two different M.O’s, and look, all the newest bodies were strangled. The older ones, mostly skeletons, had been hit in the back of the head. Is it a coincidence that two different killers used the same mass grave or….”

“Some kind of apprenticeship?” Tara finished and you nodded.

“I’ll go talk to Prentiss.” You both nodded towards each other as you turned away from the tent full of bodies to go speak with Prentiss.

“Wait, Y/L/N, Can I ask kind of a personal question?” Tara had followed you out of the tent and you felt sweat bead your brow almost instantly as you braced yourself for the question.

“Yeah, of course.” You didn’t want to step on any toes by commenting on ‘The case at hand’ or something else that could come off as insulting.

“What were you doing before this? I haven’t seen you even blink at any of these bodies.” She approached carefully, her face carefully curious.

“I thought I told you guys? I was a surveillance specialist with the FBI in Norfolk.” You shrugged, hoping that was enough. You felt a twinge of relief, escaping a question about your relationship with Spencer.

Tara nodded, accepting your question before excusing herself to go back into the tent as you continued towards Prentiss.

“Prentiss?” You stood over her crouching body as she examined some remains still stuck in the ground.

“Y/L/N, what’s up?” She looked up at you before standing straight with a grunt of effort.

“About half of the bodies have their skulls smashed, from behind, while the other half were strangled from behind with something like wire. All the bodies are missing their ring finger. Tara and I were thinking about a partnership or an apprenticeship.” You laid out the facts, quick and cold.

“If they were doing these things from behind the victim, that means they were both ashamed of what they were doing, or they couldn’t overpower them through normal means. The ring finger feels obvious….maybe two men who had been divorced?” She looked thoughtful down at the skeleton beneath her.  

“That doesn’t make sense.” You practically blurted out, caught up in your own thoughts. “Sorry.” You blushed a deep red, embarrassment burning your cheeks as you realized you might have stepped over your new boss.

“No, don’t be. What are you thinking?” Prentiss’ tone was kind and understanding.

“Well, it’s….the deaths are chronological. There is a clear cut from one M.O to the other. My bet is on an apprenticeship, maybe the first killer died or he’s too old to kill.”

“That means that the apprentice was younger, obviously. If he’s younger though, who should have easily been able to overpower most of these women.” Prentiss sighed, holding her chin in thought.

You thought for a moment, staring down at the ground until it came to you. “A genetic illness or deformity, maybe?”

“Like...a Father-son duo?” Emily looked skeptical for a moment before she nodded, “We can look into that, but I want to keep our options open this early in the case.”

You nodded, feeling a small chip at your ego before brushing it away, “I understand that.”

After hours of work, interviews, and coffee, the team finally had suspected. They were a father and daughter duo. The mother had divorced and abandoned them both after the father was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's disease. Before that, he was a traveling businessman who would bring his family along with him from city to city. The daughter was homeschooled and had no social media accounts. You remember reaching out to Spencer after that had been discovered, knowing it probably hit too close to home for.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Spencer whispered softly in the hotel hallway, leaning down to kiss your forehead before you both jumped apart as one of the doors opened.

“Do you guys know where a vending machine is?” Luke walked up to the pair of you, oblivious to the intimacy just shared between the two of you.

“Down one floor, right next to the elevators.” You responded, smiling and trying to look casual.

Luke thanked you before getting into the elevator for his midnight snack.

“We have to be more careful.” You muttered softly as you split off from Spencer and entering your room to rest at night.

Now you and your team were about to make a bust on the family at their house. You were the third of your team to go in, splitting up to go upstairs and to the attic after everywhere else had been cleared minus the room where the father was bed bound. You had just climbed up in the attic and turned when you saw her. A thin woman, maybe in her late 20’s or early 30’s, crouched on a mattress. You could see wires hanging up all around her, covered in crusted blood.  You didn’t want to alarm her any more than you already had by calling for your team because she had a pistol pointed straight at you. She was shaking badly as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Hey, look, it’s okay. We’re here to help.” You holster your gun before holding your hands up and crouching down on one knee.

“No, you’re just gonna take me away from my Daddy.” She cocked the hammer to the pistol and you felt sweat start to slick your skin in the stuffy attic.

“No, we just want to help you and your Daddy.” You spoke softly, sympathetically. “You’ve never used a gun before, come one, put it down and we can get you out of here.”

“How do you know I haven’t?” she replied, her voice quivering in fear.

“None of the bodies had been shot.” You answered her softly, holding a hand out for the gun. “Hand it over, and we’ll get you out of here, okay? You won’t ever have to hurt anyone again.”

Suddenly her face contorted, a mix between rage and sorrow as she steadied the gun. “I like hurting them, though.” And in the next second a deafening shot rung through the air, you tried to dodge but you felt the bullet burn through your arm.

Warm blood gushed out onto the wooden flood, slipping through the cracks. It must have hit an artery. The woman let out a little giggle of glee as she raised the gun again. In that split second you thought you were truly going to die, closing your eyes as a second shot rang out. You felt nothing other than the searing pain of your wound and the blood leaving your body at a rapid pace.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the woman laying back, contorted, on the mattress, a hole in her forehead.  A moment later 3 Spencer’s filled your vision, flickering and blurring as his voice distorted.

“Hang in there, love. It’s going to be alright, okay? You’re so brave, Y/F/N.” He held your hand, squeezing gently until paramedics persuaded him away.

The last thing you remembered seeing was Spencer standing over you, whispering something to himself while the rest of the team stood in awe to the side.

Soft lights penetrated through your eyelids, making you blink as the world came back. You felt the thin blankets that Spencer had tucked you under after surgery, and his warm hand in yours. You heard the soft sound of Animal Planet on in the background, an announcer with a soothing voice speaking about a rare breed of bird.

“Love?” Spencer gently brushed a hand across your cheek, moving hair out of your face. The feeling of his touch lingered and you realized you were high on pain medication and that something horrible had happened.

“What….h-happened?” You muttered softly, bringing a hand to your forehead before running it through your hair.

“You were shot. She nicked your brachial artery, but the paramedics got you here in time.” You winced softly, pain seeping through your drug filled mind. Spencer’s voice floated through and you barely registered it.

“That’s not good.” You muttered, making Spencer smile and chuckle before leaning over the arm of the bed to kiss your dry lips.

“No, it’s not. But, you’re okay and that’s what matters.” He whispered softly into your hair before kissing your forehead.

“How are you?” You slurred, running your clumsy fingers along his jawline.

“I’m good, my love.” He gently grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers as you drifted off into sleep again.

“So, are you going to tell us about...this?” It was Prentiss’ voice, in front of you.

Spencer sighed, and then, “We’ve been dating for 8 months. I met her at the FBI ball.”

“How come you never told us?” It was a different voice, Garcia’s.

Silence before Garcia spoke again, “What?”

“I didn’t want you guys to scare her off. You can be pretty intimidating.” Spencer spoke hesitantly after a moment's pause.

“Oh, Spencer.” Emily sighed softly, moving closer to Spencer, “Well, now she’s stuck with us.” Some uneasy laughter bubbled over the room before it fell silent again.

“We just want the best for you, Spencer,” Garcia explained, her voice watery. She must have felt guilty, but she didn’t need to.

“I told you, nothing could scare me off.” You opened one eye before having a coughing fit and groaning at the pain radiating from your arm.

“Welcome back.” Luke was standing at the corner of your bed, handing a cup of water to Emily who then handed it to Spencer so that he could then hold the straw to your chapped lips.

“Thanks.” You smiled before taking a handful of huge gulps.

“Anything you need, we’re here.” Emily nodded, smiling at you.

“Yeah, you’re part of the team now.” Matthew concurred, smiling gently.

You met Spencer’s eyes, a small smile forming on both of your faces. You had stopped any more murders from occurring and won the respect of the team. Your relationship could only grow stronger from there.

[sumeshi-t]

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Notes: this was for @writinginstability‘s 500 and 1k writing challenge (yep im that anon. and for the 1k wc i’m sorry i forgot to send in an ask about it). uuughghhhh idk how i feel about this i’m hella dumb at writing, hence why it is titled this way; and this was my fourth try at writing the story but that’s it. leaving this crap out here so yeah. :----) **also i edited it because i realized i left something out??? like seriously all I had to do was copy and paste this from word i can’t believe??? i’m so ashamed pls forgive me

Pairing: deviant!Connor x reader

Word count: 2671

Prompt: Bliss (from the 500wc) | “I guess this is all I have left of you.” (from the 1kwc)

Today was a special day... at least, for Connor.

A certain RK800 began with slow, calculated steps up the porch, each piece of wood creaking loudly beneath every step he took. Somehow, deep inside he still recognized this emotion and associated it with fear and anxiety; what he was about to do would not only surprise you but more so, himself.

But he couldn't help it; couldn't help falling for you. You treated him differently... in a good way, in the best way, that he still thinks he never really deserved it.

Soon after Connor became a deviant, you were kind enough to offer him a place to stay in, since Hank was acting like a spoiled kid, refusing to share his house, followed by a lame excuse saying that he didn't want to babysit a plastic cop. (Though everybody knew that if Connor, or basically anyone else insisted, their situation would have been the other way around).

He finds himself smiling softly, a small and faint, "I'm home," escaping through his lips. Connor raised a hand to rest it on the door knob to check if it were locked. Lucky for him, it seems you still weren't home. 

And no, he did not jump in through the windows because you gave him his own keys.

Connor picks up on the post-it note that you left on the wall as he entered, that you were "getting some paint stuff from Markus because he lost a bet". 

Sure, Connor never stopped working for the DPD, but he was also a key into aiding Jericho's success. Somehow, you asked to tag alongside Connor when they had to discuss some matters, so you got to meet and be acquainted with its leader. It just turned out that he used to be the Carl Manfred's android. You were a fan of the man's artworks, and somehow you found yourself a friend in the android with... heterochromia. (But once Markus had told you that part of his story, you garnered respect for the reason behind his differently colored eyes.)

Connor immediately went to the bedroom, and if he had real functioning lungs, he was sure he'd have air get caught in it. 'Maybe she left the note a day ago.' He thinks to himself, and sighs. The case he was currently working on took away lots of his time from you.

It would seem that it was one of your off days from your work, and you promised yourself to take a sleep in.

Connor reaches out to place his hand on your face, and rub his thumb across your soft cheek. If he could, he would've gulped. The lines on your face told Connor you weren't getting younger, nor stronger, each passing day. 

He shook off those thoughts from his mind and let you be, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you lied peacefully by his side. He left the precinct after Hank went ahead after midnight. So he was sure the lieutenant was also going to be late, or worse, not go to the DPD at all; so why not let him, the android with his own rights, be late too? Or even better, skip work that day? 

He missed you, is that not enough of a reason to file a leave?

Your mouth parted slightly in your slumber, and he especially liked it that you were wearing one of his clothes, slightly loose and hanging off your shoulders on one side, your scent lingering on them even after you remove it.

One of his hands trace the outline of your face, brushing away the few strands of hair that blocked you from his view, and some of it were beginning to gray. His eyes traveled through each one of the lines and creases on your face, and Connor made sure to take them in to memory.

You stirred, before pulling your body closer to his. Connor smiles, his thirium pump accelerating, and still he wonders how you seem to make him feel that way each time spent with you. Were you secretly an android programmed to do that to him? 

Silly, he knows that you're nothing like his kind. 

You were so much more, to an android like him.

His hand slides down to the curves of your body, and stops by your waist, hand resting at the small of your back. Five minutes more, he says to himself, and then he's gonna wake you up.

You groaned when light penetrated through the windows after Connor manipulated the blinds open. He chuckled a bit at your grumpy mood before he littered your face with butterfly kisses, and you just couldn't be pissed at him, brown eyes so intent on your own, like two cups of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. 

Your face flushed as you soon smiled, red blood pulsing through your veins that contrasted his blue, blue thirium pumping through his system.

"Hey? Connor?" He still didn't respond, and you smirked slightly. "Cat got your tongue?" You chuckled, and this broke him from his trance. Despite his internal dictionary, and thousands of sources of words, he cursed himself for being so speechless when it comes to you. "It's called art appreciation, I just couldn't help it."

The compliment then made you blush, and your heart beat faster. Shit, since when did he become that smooth? This time, it was Connor's turn to smirk, not needing to run a scan on your vitals to be certain that he made you feel butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

His level of stress lessened at that, and it even gave him a bit of confidence.

Connor always listens to you, as you tell him about your day that was spent without him.

"I waited for you last night, but I fell asleep..."

Your android looks at you apologetically, and this prompted you to pull him in for a kiss. 

"Guess what I found in the attic? It still works," 

You twisted a bit, after rubbing sleep off your eyes; reaching for something on the floor. You told him you spent the rest of the night before, tinkering on an old polaroid camera.

Connor sees you snap your head up in his direction, as he probably called out to your name in confusion. 

You grin, Connor sees your figure sit up, holding the camera with one hand while the other grabs him by the arm and forced him to do the same on the bed. Your finger pointed towards the camera lens while you rest your head on his chest. 

Connor blinks a few times after the flash of light, then you both waited for the film to develop, just in each other's arms. You raise your hand up, asking him to put his palm against yours. You once saw Markus and North do that same thing and it intrigued you. Somehow, you could even call yourself jealous because androids have such a way to connect with each other. "Do the thing," you whisper, and Connor instantly understood what you were referring to. 

You could see his real, plastic self, and you could never get tired of being in awe at him. You interlaced your fingers with his and kissed the top of his hand. "I should be the one to do that." he tries teasing you, but you both knew how much he loved it, loved you even more every time you did that.

"...I wish we could stay like this for much longer," 

Connor's LED turned yellow, then quickly turns back to blue, careful not to alert you of his hidden worries. Although you were probably referring to him having to go to work, butfor the android it's about humans and their lifespan. 

Connor learned and witnessed it through so many ways that humans are quite fragile: when you ran to chase after Sumo and fell, spraining your ankle; when he gripped your hips too hard on one heated night, leaving bruises; heck, even paper can cut a human's skin. 

That's why he always made you his mission after becoming a deviant.

After the photo was developed, you hand it over to him, and he in turn, reaches for the book he has yet to finish due to his busy job. Connor has vowed to use the photo as his own bookmark. 

"I have decided not to go to the DPD today; I'm sure Captain Fowler wouldn't mind."

You snort, "Sure he won't. Just hope that Hank gets in or else you both are gonna get your ears blown off the next day," 

"I need to make sure that you don't miss me too much." He gets hit on his chest and you suddenly get out of bed. He watches you go, but he stays behind as he digs for something inside his suit, then plays with it as though it were one of his little coins.

^Software Instability

Connor offers to cook breakfast for you, proceeding to carry out the first part of his plan to spoil you.

"I sense something today; you're being too sweet. Not saying I don't like it, but I wonder what's in that android brain of yours?" You tell him before taking a first bite into your favorite morning meal. Connor did his best to remain composed at you having caught onto him again.

Soon after, you both staggered, dancing to your favorite song on the way to the back door, one where it led to the garden you'd spent hours beautifying, tending to each plant while your android lover watched over.

There also stood a bench, situated before a tree that was there ever since you were but a child. One of you hit a foot on that bench's leg, losing balance and hitting the ground, limbs tangled with each other.

Your laugh sounded so refreshing and Connor couldn't help but join you in it. From behind you, he found the source of that little mishap, the colors of which were now dull and faded.

You made your way to the tree to get some shade, and sat there, leaning on the trunk. You pat the space beside you and Connor follows.

"You're really going extra on me today. What's up? Just tell me already," 

"I guess this is all I have..." he paused, his hand cupping your cheek, and the other reaching for something in his suit. You lean into his hand with a serene smile on your face, feeling his warmth spread across your skin. Connor returns the smile with one of his own, albeit shy and hesitant, and eventually shows you the small, simple ring he's gotten for you. You gasp at it, and tears brimming your eyes as you simply nod your head, unable to form any words out your mouth. 

You felt a tear drop to your cheek as Connor leans down to gently place a kiss on your temple. 

Once he pulls away, the edges around his vision began to blur, static filling in at steady intervals.

But he wasn't afraid.

Instead, his smile grew wider, another tear rolling down his cheek.

"...all I have left of you."

Connor continues his previous statement that he simply whispers to himself. He takes another look around him and what his current reality truly was.

The ring in his hand was no more, and instead was just one of his quarters. Connor gripped on it before he returns the coin back inside his pocket. 

His head shot up and saw the garden you worked so hard on, was now nothing but a bunch of weeds; old, withered, cold and dead. Connor tried to tend to it but after your passing, the android couldn't bear to return and be reminded each day that he wasn't really a human; because he could not age and therefore, would not die. He found that unfair, you were unfair for being human and for making him feel like a human.

Truthfully, there were a few times he wished he had never gone deviant. Maybe he never would have suffered the pain of losing someone dear to him; of grieving over someone who has given his life, his existence, a whole new meaning; someone that he...

...loves.

But it would've been more painful to never have had the chance to experience such a powerful emotion. It would be more painful to never have had the chance to be with you.

Despite his memory cache glitching, making him see you from your youthful self to the you with white hair and wrinkled skin, Connor would never forget the way your eyes used to shine. Those eyes that never aged, eyes that gave him warmth, that ignited a spark within him and made him happy that he was alive.

Warnings about his system shutting down in a few seconds bombarded him, but he couldn't care less. He's been around far too long enough and Connor even wondered why he stayed. 

A world without you was not a world he wants to further live in. 

It's been years and Connor only wanted nothing more than to be with you again.

"Connor, where will you go?" Your voice was now muffled in his hearing, but the android continued trying to process one of the last pieces he's had of you.

Connor looks at you once more, and back then he didn't have anything to answer you with. But now, he was sure of it.

"Where else but to you?"

He once said that there could hardly be any heaven for androids. However, as his system collapses, Connor swore he could really feel your hand on the side of his face, lowering it to your level. 

Connor faintly feels your lips brush against where he knows his LED would be. He caught a glimpse of you, and everything felt so real, he was sure that you were truly there with him; alive and healthy just as you were years ago. 

"I love you Connor. No matter what people still say, I never loved any other human or android the same way as I loved you. Always remember that," 

He tried reaching out to finally kiss your lips but his vision blackens out, and all he could see were warnings about his biocomponents and the amount of time he has left before shutdown. Connor could even feel his thirium pump decelerating. 

Your android couldn't be happier.

"And I never forgot. I can't wait to see you again, love," his voice didn't sound like his own, like a typical machine losing power. 

Connor leans back on the tree, looking up at the sky streaked with pastel colors that were being reflected on his lenses. However, he could no longer see the beauty it held. You were the last masterpiece that he saw and for him, nothing would ever outshine your beauty.

He was ready now. Connor still couldn't believe he'd survived being alone for such a long time without you in his life. 

Five seconds. His eyes flutter close, the wind weaving through the loose strands of his hair.

Three seconds. Two. Connor's lips move, feeling your name escape through him as his last 'breath', the sound of it going on deaf ears and carried away by the wind.

One.

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Connor's head slightly bows, then tilts to the side, the blue LED flickering once before it shut off completely.

The autumn breeze makes the leaves fall all around him, making the whole scenario nothing but peaceful. It was as if Connor was just in a state of permanent sleep, eternally dreaming, reunited with you in his quaint version of heaven, a garden he used to tell you of but never got to see and recreated it in your own little way.

If one were to take a closer look, the android that was once regarded as a deviant hunter, held a smile of pure bliss that would forever be etched onto his plastic features.

[wellwellwellcometochilis]

In Your Dreams ( michael mellxBi! reader)

requested: YEs! “Imagine Michael mell x reader where the reader gets bullied for her bisexuality at school and it comes up when they're playing games in his basement and so he offers her a blunt and it turns into really fluffy smut.... just imagine it “ THIS ONES FOR YOU ANON 

tagged: @sincerlyyme and @earlyjunes bc why not 

WC: 2163 

warnings: lots of fluff, honestly more fluff then smut tbh, Weed use, smut ofc, cursing duh, i like this and i hope you do to ,,,

Since this morning, you knew today was going to be shitty. First, your alarm didn’t go off. Then, you fell ass-first into the toilet, after your younger brother had left the seat up AGAIN. To make matters worse you had missed the bus, forcing you to speed walk to school in the pouring rain. When you had finally gotten to school, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and realized that it hadn't charged whatsoever that night. Jesus Christ, what else could go wrong?

You scurried to the bathroom and jumped when you saw yourself in the mirror. You looked yourself and decided to start fixing your hair, turning the water on and flattening it the best you could. Content with your sudden handiwork, you headed towards the door. Before you could reach the handle, the door was suddenly pushed open, making you jump back in surprise. You grounded yourself before looking up to see who had just borderline assaulted you. You wish you hadn't come to school today. Fucking, of COURSE, she just HAPPENED to walk in. Standing in front of you was none other than the infamous Chloe Valentine and her two shadows.

"Wow, look who it is girls." Chloe grimaced letting a sinister smile spread on her face. Not again. "So (y/n) have you decided to pick a side yet? Or do you still want to be known as the school whore?" You didn’t respond, your eyes glued to your shuffling sneakers, tears begging to fall. "Oh, no Chloe!" Brooke teased. "She's gonna start whiiiinnnniiiinnngg." You sniffled and started to shake. "What a fucking slut, I bet you and that fucking weirdo boyfriend of yours have threesomes huh? I thought so you fucking whore." They all started to laugh and you had had enough, you bolted towards the door, but not before Chloe tripped you on the way out. You fell face first into the hallway and struggled to stand up again. When you regained balance, you ran from the bathroom. You could still hear their laughing echoing through the now empty halls. When had the bell rang? You raced to your first class with tears in your eyes, you looked worse when you had walked in your class. You saw your seat and raced towards it. Either your teacher didn’t notice, or he didn’t care that you were late. You weren't complaining. You immediately turned to look at your boyfriend, Michael. You locked eyes and he shot you a worried look. You just shrugged and turned around to face the front. You immediately felt bad and put your head on your desk.

You were woken up by a warmth on your shoulder, shaking gently. You sat up and looked over. "Hey, what happened?" You could hear the worry in his voice. You sighed deeply and rubbed your eyes. " I don’t really want to talk about it right now…basement?" he understood your request and smiled softly. You smiled back and reached out for his hand, squeezing softly.

The rest of the day was just as bad as bad as your morning, if not worse. It was as if the world was taunting you by making you trip during lunch and making you forget the countless homework assignments that you slaved hours over the night before. Needless to say, the final bell was the sweet release from hell you’ve been waiting for. You busted out of the school doors racing towards the familiar PT Cruiser that was your ticket out of this god-forsaken place. Thankfully, Michael was already inside jamming to the beats flowing from his stereo. You waited there for a moment watching him in absolute bliss. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. You sighed and pulled open the passenger side door. Sliding into the seat was practically second nature to you, something you were highly fond of. He reached over and turned down the radio, settled back into his seat and looked over at you for a moment. You turned as well locking eyes with him once more. "Operation:' I love (Y/N)' is a go. Over. Do you copy? Over." He lifted the collar of his jacket and spoke into it as if were a walkie-talkie. You mimicked his action spoke into your shirt. "Operation is a go. Over." You giggled as he grabbed your hand and started to rub circles. You sighed. You were feeling better already. When you had finally gotten to his house, he jumped out of his car and ran to your side, quickly opening the door before you had the chance to. You smiled at him. "Wow, I feel like Oprah." You faked swooned and stepped out of the car kissing Michael on the nose before heading for the front door. "PLEASE, your WAYY better than Oprah. Plus you love bread a lot more than she does." "Ouch. But fair point". You bumped his side and opened the door. You raced downstairs and immediately flopped onto his bed. Footsteps were heard coming down stairs but you didn’t move a muscle. Content with your false state of security, based on how soft Michael's comforter was. "Jeez, if you wanted to get in my bed this quickly, we could have skipped school," He said with a chuckle. You visibly tensed at the memory of what had happened earlier that day. He noticed and came to sit by you. "Hey, I'm sorry (Y/N), did I say something to upset you? I'm really sorry." You sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He kissed your forehead let his lips linger. He squeezed your side again, as a way to get you to talk. So you did. You told him everything that happened to you. From the alarm to the bathroom incident. When you had finally finished spilling, he wrapped his other arm around you and rubbed circles on your back. "Hey" He broke the silence. "Fuck those girls (Y/N). You are amazing and beautiful and the best this that’s ever happened to me, never forget that." You nodded and sunk into his warmth. You closed your eyes. A few minutes passed before he spoke again. "What are your thinking about babe?" " I'm thinking about how I'm about to beat your ass in Mario Kart." He smiled against your head and laughed. "Not while I'm sober you're not." He reached under his bed and pulled out a tattered up shoe box. He opened it and immediately started to roll a blunt. You got up and headed towards the TV, crouching down and setting up the game console. When you were content with the setup you crawled over to your bean bag and plopped down into it, practically melting for the second time today. When Michael was finished with his handiwork. He followed suit and sat next to you. Grabbing his controller and placing it in his lap. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He paused for a moment and looked over at you. You noticed and looked over at him. His face was red and unsure. "Do you want a hit?" You were surprised, to say the least. You didn’t have anything against weed, it's just that you never had the chance to try it before. Of course, you had been in a similar situation with Michael before, he just had never offered you it before? You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael started to panic. You didn’t realize how silent you had been. "O-ONLY IF YOU WANT TO?? ITS JUST THAT YOU’VE HAD A PRETTY BAD DAY AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD HELP??" You placed your hand on his knee to calm him down. He stopped and turned his head to look at you. You squeezed his leg and took a deep breath. You were doing this. This was it. " Michael Mell it would be an honor to get high with you." You spoke softly and calmly. That set Michael off. "Really? Because I don’t want to like peer pressure you or anything?" "No, I'm sure babe, let's do it." You leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. You pulled back and he nodded. "Um, I'm gonna take the first hit and then I'll teach you how to do it, cool?" You simply nodded and watched as he lit the end of the blunt. He wrapped his lips around it and closed eyes. His breath was deep and slow. You saw the end of the blunt burn red as he sucked in. When he removed it he looked over to you and blew the smoke into your face. You were engulfed in smoke as you struggled to find oxygen. He laughed. "Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be."

So here you were, stoned and content. Your body was radiating happiness and warmth. You had just finished your 10th game of Mario Kart and Michael had gone upstairs to find something to drink. You just sat there, sunken into your chair without a care in the world. You now understood the appeal, you could do this all the time. God, you love Michael. Love Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael has pretty eyes and a pretty face and pretty hair and a pretty voice. WOW. IM DATING Michael!!!

You were so surprised by your new discovery about Michael you didn’t notice him coming downstairs. He scooched closed to you and nudged you with a bottle of water. You jumped and yelped happily when you saw him. So happy in fact that you decided to crawl into his lap and straddle him. He didn’t seem to object so you continued. You grabbed the waters from his hand and placed them on the ground. His hands went to you hips like magnets. You bent down and started to kiss his neck. You made your way up and lingered over his ear breathing deeply. He got chills as your hands moved up his chest. "Thank you for making me feel better babe, I love you so much." You whispered into his ear, causing the grip on your hips to tighten. "Any-anything for you baby, you know I love you " You smirked and started to kiss his neck again. Slower and with more pressure this time, causing a slight grunt escape from his lips. You wiggled your hips against him and he ground against you. "It's getting kind of hot don’t you think?" you pulled back and your hands lingered at the hem of your shirt. Pulling it up slightly. "Hell yeah"

He grabbed your shirt and slowly pulled it off your body. You worked on his belt and pulled it off as soon as you could. You then started pulling off his sweater. His glasses came off with it. Leaving him with an undershirt and jeans. You were about to change that. You started to unbuckle his pants and he reached up to pull your lips on his. You almost got so lost in the kiss that you had forgotten your previous assignment. When you had finally shimmied off his jeans and shirt you two were all over each other. Sloppy kisses and burning skin. A tangle of love and need. He had reached over into his jeans for his wallet, more importantly, a condom. He ripped it open and slid it onto himself, causing a stifled moan to escape his lips. You started to jerk him off slowly, and his head tilted back. His hands went to your breasts as he started to play with them. When you decided you were ready, you pulled yourself over him, using his chest to balance. You watched Michael with half lidded eyes as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You moaned deep and loud as your hips touched him. You were still for a moment, taking it all in. His hands came from behind and gripped your ass, squeezing lightly. You breathed lightly and started to bounce yourself on him. Hot. Hot. Hot. Michael. Michael. Michael. Your mind was racing as he started to meet your rhythm with equally sloppy thrusts. His moans became erratic as he started to unravel. Your breath became hitched as he put you on edge. "Fuck, Michael...Im gonna-" You were cut off with a moan and a deep thrust. "M-me too baby" You saw stars when you came. Hard. He was fast to follow. You collapsed on him breathing heavily and smiling wide. You listened to his racing heartbeat as his breathing started to slow. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you (Y/N), never forget that." "I promise you, I won't". You tilted your head in kissed him deeply. "I love you too Michael". "Now, let's get you cleaned up so I can beat you in Super Smash Bros." "In your dreams, love".