#might make more of these and possibly stickers (for real!!)

[light-wrath-paradise]

No I am pretty sure it actually isn't the norm to make a movie poster for your My Hero Academia OCs but go off I guess

everyone should be weirder about their ocs more.

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

Platonic Yandere Bullet Fics №1

Ideas that one day might become full fics

Platonic! Yandere! Light Yagami and Platonic! Yandere! L with GN! Child! Yagami Family's Adopted Child! Reader

Warnings: OOC. English is my second language. Platonic Yandere. Slight spoilers for Death Note. Slight Canon divergence.

🍎 It started before Ryuk dropped Death Note.

🍎 Yagami and your family were good friends. So, when an accident took your parents' lives, Soichiro and Sachiko didn't think twice before adopting you. You were younger than Sayu (and Light, of course), but you three already had been almost like a family before the accident. Both Light and Sayu weren't against you being adopted.

🍎 With one step at a time, the new family was getting used to a new normal.

🍎 Accident left scars on your mental state. Not only nightmares. You were terrified of strangers. You can't stand to stay with them on your own. You had to start homeschooling and visit the therapist.

🍎 You were visibly upset at yourself. You felt bad for making Yagamis' lives harder.

🍎 After a week of your homeschooling, Light volunteer to tutor you.

🍎 That brings you closer. Light was the first one you called by a family title. Big brother Light. He tried to make studying entertaining, and he even bought stickers to use as marks for your homework.

🍎 Soon, Light started to spend more time with you outside studying. He played with you, read to you, and visited the playground with you. You loved everyone from the Yagami family, but it was clear that Light was your favorite.

🍎 Light slowly becomes overprotective. You were so scared, so jumpy. And you trusted him unconditionally. He was your favorite. He was your Big, Strong Brother. One of the best people in your life. Yes, now you called Sayu Big Sister, and his parents were Mom Sachiko and Dad Soichiro for you. But you weren't as close to them as you were to Light.

🍎 Light wanted to keep you to himself. You still didn't like strangers. You needed Light to feel safe near them. You didn't have friends outside him and Sayu. As long as Light plays his cards right, he can keep you near him. His little sibling.

🍎 When Light found Death Note, his desire to keep your safe become even bigger. He used Death Note to punish people, who were to blame for the accident, that left you an orphan.

🍎 Kira will be a God of the New World. And you will be his Number 1 follower.

🍬 The time goes on. L started investigating Kira's murders. Task Force was formed. Light was allowed to join the Task Force. Now he should find out Ryuzaki's real name and keep his identity a secret.

🍬 In the middle of investigation there was a possibility of information being leaked. So, until the security update, Task Force has to meet in members' houses. After a few apartments were "disqualified" for being in apartment buildings, Chief Yagami's house was chosen as one of the few suitable locations.

🍬 Soichiro wasn't sure about it. He didn't want to involve the rest of his family in Kira's case. Besides, you were still scared of strangers. While you were familiar with Task Force, Soichiro didn't want to think about how you will react to Ryuzaki.

🍬 After some consideration and after discussion with Light and Sachiko, Soichiro agreed to host Task Force's meetings for a day or two. Soichiro did warn Ryuzaki about you. Soichiro begged him not to wander around the house and keep the possibility of you two meeting to zero.

🍬 The day of the first meeting in Yagami's arrived. Ryuzaki was the first one to arrive. He wanted to look around for a bit, maybe find some clues that would raise the possibility of Light being Kira.

🍬 Ryuzaki was looking around the common room, when he heard steps behind his back. He turned around and saw you.

🍬 You knew about the meeting, yet you thought, that no one had arrived yet. You wanted to play teacher with your toys and couldn't find one of the "students"(one of your toys, a panda toy).

🍬 L saw you before. When Yagami's house was under surveillance, your room also was monitored. You were just a kid, and you were clueless about Kira, L was sure of it. And you were adorable in your own way. He carefully waved at you.

"You must be [Y/N]. Hi, nice to meet you."

L reaches his hand forward, offering a handshake. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He knew that you were supposed to cry after seeing a stranger. Maybe he tried to ease the damage?

🍬 You were silent. You tilted your head. You weren't crying. That stranger looked funny. And like a panda. You approached L and took his hand. You start leading him to your room.

"Come! I can't find Panda, and he should be in class."

🍬 Everyone had arrived, but Ryuzaki was nowhere to be found. Did he leave the house? Soichiro felt a lump in his throat. What if you two met? What if L tried to calm you down, making your crying harder? Light had the same idea. They both ran towards your room.

🍬 They expected to see you crying. They expected to see Ryuzaki failing to defuse the situation.

🍬 They didn't expect to see Ryuzaki, with plastic panda ears on his head, sitting on the floor of your room among your toys. You were standing before your "audience". You were writing on your small whiteboard, explaining interesting facts about animals, food, math... Anything you can think about. L seems genuinely interested in a "lesson".

You wrote "7+7=?" on the whiteboard.

"Who can answer the equation?"

L raised his arm. You nodded.

"Yes, Panda-kun?"

L, playing along, answered.

"Fourteen."

You clapped your hands.

"Correct, Panda-kun!"

Soichiro and Light were left speechless. You were playing and talking with a stranger.

"Ryuzaki?" Soichiro called. L shook his head.

"Today I am Panda-kun."

🍬 The meeting didn't happen. Soichiro, too happy that you were comfortable with someone else besides them, couldn't bring himself to interrupt your game.

🍬 For the next few days, when Task Force was meeting in Yagami's house, you always tried to speak with L. You told him what you learned today, drew him pictures and asked if he wanted to play again. And L was friendly in return. He even shared some of his sweets with you. One day you called L Big Brother Ryuzaki.

🍬 L got a soft spot for you. You were so adorable and bright. Soon the soft spot became darker. If Light was Kira, you were in danger. Not because Light might kill you. Because you adored Light, and he might corrupt your innocent view of the world. L was more suitable as an older brother than Light. And L was sure that Watari was a more suitable parental figure than Chief Yagami and his wife.

🍎 Light was furious. You were supposed to be his little sibling. He is your Big Brother, not L. You only need Light. That darn L... Thief... Criminal... He is stealing you from Light and opposing Kira. No mercy for L. Light will make L's death extra painful.

🍎🍬 L vs. Light became not just a battle between L and Kira. It was a fight for you. For being your older brother.

[earthlyangelbby]

Chapter 2

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Eddie calls you up the morning after he took you out on the sweetest date. Was it a date? God you hope so. He asks if you're free to hang out and you are. After spending all night thinking about the forehead kiss you of course say yes. Where will the day lead to? A part of you wants it to lead to a real kiss. Will it?

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

You spent all night thinking about that little forehead kiss. That's why, when Eddie called at 10 a.m. sharp to ask if you were free today, you jumped at the chance and got ready faster than you ever have, even though he said he wouldn't be there until later. You picked out a white and blue striped dress with buttons all the way down. It used to be your mom's, from the '60s. You paired it with your little grandma loafers and that long army-green jacket. The weather is gross. Rain taps against the windows like impatient fingers, thunder grumbling somewhere in the distance, the sky swollen and gray. You wait near the front of the dorm building, umbrella in hand, though it's not doing much good. Everything feels a little damp. Your heart won't stop pounding.

When Eddie pulls up in the van, he jumps out and jogs toward you, hood up, curls plastered to his forehead. His grin is crooked and bright as he waves you over.

"Change of plans," he says, holding the passenger door open for you. "Rain kinda ruined what I had in mind."

You blink at him, rain running off your umbrella in streams. "Oh?"

"But we'll do it another time," he adds quickly. "Promise."

You climb in before your brain can catch up. Another time. That means he's already thinking about more than just today. The thought makes your chest tighten in the best possible way. You don't even ask what the original plan was.

The drive is quiet for a few minutes, just the low hum of music and the windshield wipers squeaking rhythmically. Then you pull up to a wide two-story house nestled between trees. It's not what you expected. At all.

"This is your place?" you ask as he parks in the long, cracked driveway.

He chuckles as he kills the engine. "Technically, no. It's Steve's. Well, it's Steve's dad's. But we all live here."

You raise a brow as you follow him to the covered porch. "We?"

Eddie pushes open the front door and steps inside, holding it for you. "Yeah. Me, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Gareth."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "You live with the Brady Bunch."

He snorts. "Pretty much. But less wholesome. And more pizza boxes."

You step into the massive entryway. The ceilings are high, and the furniture is mismatched but comfortable looking. It feels lived in, warm, despite the storm.

Eddie toes off his boots and shrugs out of his damp hoodie. "Steve's dad bought this place for him so he wouldn't have to work during school. Just be a landlord or whatever. But Steve's got this whole complicated thing with his dad, so instead of renting it out, he let us all move in. Mostly rent-free. We just split utilities and buy our own food."

You stand there dripping slightly, staring at the spacious living room and open staircase. It's so different from your cramped dorm it might as well be a castle.

"Seriously," you say, "this place is huge. I thought you lived alone."

"God, no," he says with a grin. "You think I'd voluntarily vacuum a staircase?"

You laugh, and it echoes warmly through the house.

Eddie gives you the tour, room by room, making little jokes as you go, pointing out where Robin once accidentally set a dish towel on fire and the dent in the hallway wall from a misguided indoor skateboard trick. He saves his room for last.

The door is covered in stickers, a chaotic collage of color and slogans, band names, and sarcastic sayings. One in particular catches your eye a bright yellow with bold black lettering: "GAS, GRASS, OR ASS."

You tilt your head. "What does that mean?"

Eddie laughs, actually snorts. "Oh god. That's uh, that's not mine. People just stick stuff on my door. It's been a thing since I moved in a couple of years ago."

"But what does it mean?" you ask again, more curious now.

He rubs the back of his neck, clearly amused. "It's from, like, the '70s. Hitchhikers. It means if you want a ride, you have to pay with gas, weed, or… y'know."

You scrunch your nose. "Ew."

Eddie grins. "Right?"

He opens the door and gestures for you to enter. You brace yourself for something chaotic and messy. Maybe a little gross. But it's… not.

It's so uniquely him.

The walls are covered in band posters, tacked up with thumbtacks and corners curling just slightly with time. Polaroids are scattered between them, Eddie on stage, laughing with friends, one with an older man who has the same wild smile. Three guitars hang on the wall with care, polished and clearly loved. Stacks of D&D books are arranged neatly on a shelf. Vinyls and cassette tapes are alphabetized in tidy rows.

You don't touch anything. Just look. You've always been a look-with-your-eyes kind of girl.

The only real mess is his desk. Papers and notebooks lie scattered across it in a beautiful sort of chaos. Doodles in the margins. A coffee mug full of pens. But what catches your eye is the stack peeking out from between the desk and the edge of his bed.

Penthouse. Jugs. Hustler.

Your cheeks go hot. You glance away quickly, pretending you didn't see, but the thought lingers. This is where he takes care of himself. The idea settles warm and strange in your belly.

You clear your throat and let your eyes move again, this time catching on a pair of handcuffs hanging from the headboard.

You cross the room and hook a finger under the chain, lifting them gently. "Are you really into authentic costuming?"

Eddie chokes on air. "Mostly just for fun," he says, his voice casual but with a glint in his eyes you can't quite place. He steps over and gently takes them from your hand, returning them to their place on the headboard.

Then he pats the bed beside him. "C'mere. You can see the whole shrine from here."

You sit, and when you do, your knees touch. It's electric.

But he just smiles, settling in beside you. "I had so much fun last night," he says, and the way he says it makes your cheeks hurt from the dorky grin you can't suppress.

You glance over at him, heart fluttering, and say softly, "I did too."

You look around his room again, letting yourself sink into the calm of it. "I like your room," you say. "It feels cozy."

"Robin says it looks like someone who pretends to be tough but journals about his feelings."

"Do you?"

Eddie's quiet for a beat. "Only when I've got too much in my head and no one to dump it on."

Your eyes flick to him. "I could be your journal sometimes."

He laughs under his breath. "God, that'd be dangerous."

You start twisting your ring. Eddie notices and says, "That's a cool ring. I like the pearl and how the metal bends around it. Let me guess, was it a graduation present?"

You stammer over the answer at first. "It's a purity ring. Or… that's why I have it. It's kinda just a ring now." Your chest feels hot.

Eddie's brows furrowed. "They actually made you take one of those pledge things?"

You breathe out a sigh. "Yeah. Four years in a row."

He laughs and shakes his head. "So like… are you breaking rules by hanging out with me?"

You shake your head. "I don't have to follow those rules if I don't want to."

You change the subject, nodding toward his hands. "I like your rings too." You reach out to touch one, and your fingers brush his. His hand is warm and calloused. Solid.

You blink. "Your hands are so big."

Eddie actually giggles. A real, bright, unguarded giggle. He holds up his hand and spreads his fingers. "Here, give me yours."

You press your palm against his, and it's like your whole hand disappears under his. He curls his fingertips down until they close lightly over yours.

"Your hands are so tiny," he murmurs.

You laugh, a little breathlessly. "Tiny isn't a word I usually hear when being described."

Eddie shakes his head slowly, eyes still on your hand in his. "Well… when your hand's in mine, it is."

Then he laces his fingers with yours and gives your hand a gentle squeeze, like he's anchoring something between you.

When you both let go, Eddie shifts, turning to face you fully. His expression is softer now, a little more serious under the fringe of damp curls still clinging to his forehead.

"Tell me something you've never told anyone before," he says quietly. "Not ever uttered out loud."

You blink at him, startled by the sudden gravity in his voice. But he's not teasing, he's really looking at you, waiting.

You hesitate, then glance down at your lap, heart starting to thump again. "I used to sneak my mom's romance novels," you admit, chewing your lip. "Read them under the covers in the summer with a flashlight."

That gets him. His lips twitch, eyes lighting up as he leans in a little, intrigued. "No shit? Bodice rippers? Like the old paperbacks with the half-naked guys on the covers?"

"Uh huh," you nod, face warming. "Full-on corsets and longing stares and dramatic declarations."

Eddie chuckles, full and pleased. "What'd you like about 'em?"

You bite your cheek. "I liked that the guys fell for the girls because they were interesting. Not just beautiful. Like, they actually wanted to hear what they had to say. And…" You clear your throat, smiling sheepishly. "Okay. I liked the steamy parts too."

Eddie wiggles his brows. "Ah-ha! So you are a secret romantic and a perv."

You swat at his arm, laughing. "Shut up."

"You liked it when the heroine got ravished in a carriage, didn't you?"

"Oh my god. Don't say ravished."

"Fine," he says, grinning. "Enthusiastically undressed in historically inaccurate locations."

You groan and bury your face in your hands. "Stop."

Eddie just laughs again, the sound warm and bright.

"Your turn," you say, peeking at him through your fingers.

"Fine," he says, puffing out his chest dramatically. "Yeah, I liked it when the heroine got ravished in a carriage. I did."

You scoff, staring at him. "Be real."

He exhales, quieter now. "Okay. I guess… I don't really take myself seriously."

You lower your hands. "Why not?"

He shrugs, eyes flicking to the floor, then back to you. "Because most people don't. So it's easier to beat 'em to the punch. Joke first, get ahead of it, y'know?"

You watch him for a long moment, and something in your chest pulls tight.

"I take you seriously," you say.

His dark brown eyes meet yours again, wide, unguarded, startled.

And for once, he doesn't have a quip ready.

His breath catches just a bit. He doesn't say anything right away, "That's dangerous, Tulip," he says again, but it's softer now. Honest.

You just smile at him. It's not a challenge, not even flirtation. Just a smile that says you're safe here.

There's a pause thick, but not uncomfortable.

"Have you ever done anything like in those romance books?" he asks, voice almost teasing but not quite.

You freeze for a second. The question floats there, daring you. Your face starts to burn. "No, not at all."

Eddie's eyebrow furrows. "Not even a spin-the-bottle or seven minutes in heaven type situation?"

You laugh, a little sheepish. "The game was always over before my turn in stuff like that."

He huffs a laugh. "I would've kissed you."

Your heart skips. It actually skips like a record does when you jostle the table. "Yeah, right."

"I would've," he says again, firmer this time, like he means it down to the bone.

You glance at him, brave enough to ask, "What about you? Ever done anything like in the romance novels?"

He's quiet for a moment. "Kinda," he says eventually. "Not the undying love confessional stuff. More like… random hook-ups. Out of boredom."

That catches you off guard. "Out of boredom?"

He shrugs. "Two idiots alone on a Saturday night, nothing on TV, maybe a little Jack Daniels. Sometimes boredom's enough to get people doing things that feel good, even if it doesn't mean anything."

There's something hollow in that answer that you don't know what to do with. Something you don't like. You're quiet for a few seconds, until–

"Have you…" He begins, then falters, eyes flicking into yours. "If not with someone… have you, like… done stuff? To yourself?"

Your breath catches. You didn't expect the question, not from him, not like that, gentle, not teasing. Like, he actually wants to know.

"I… yeah," you say, after a pause. Your voice wavers at first but steadies. "I have."

Eddie doesn't move. He doesn't smirk or joke. Just keeps looking up at you, waiting.

You fidget with the hem of your shirt. "I mean… I'm human. I have feelings like everyone else. Mine comes with more guilt."

That makes you wince a little. You weren't planning to say that part, but it slips out anyway.

Eddie's brows pinch, not with judgment, never that, but with something closer to sympathy. Understanding.

"You shouldn't feel guilty," he says softly, squeezing your knee. His palm is warm and steady, grounding. "Seriously."

You swallow the tight feeling in your throat, then try to lighten the mood. "Do you?" you ask, nudging him with your elbow.

"Do what?" Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow.

You smirk a little. "You know… do stuff. To yourself."

He blinks at you, then laughs, real and surprised. "Sweetheart, you can't just ask a guy that."

"You asked me first!" you say, mock-offended.

"I didn't say it that directly," he protests, shaking his head.

"You totally did," you tease.

Eddie groans, leaning back on his hands, laughing. "Jesus Christ."

You grin, cheeks warming, proud you made him squirm.

"Okay, fine," he says, sitting up straighter and meeting your eyes. "Yes, I do. I'm not a monk." He flashes a sly smile. "Happy now?"

You nod. "A little."

"You're evil," he says, eyes crinkling with amusement.

"And you're still in here with me," you say, nudging him again.

"Because it's cozy, warm, and dry here. You're dangerous," he murmurs, voice dropping, eyes locking on yours.

Eddie leans in a little, his voice low but playful. "Alright, what's the most trouble you ever got into?"

You let out a breath, stalling with a twist of your fingers in your lap. "I don't know if it counts as trouble trouble…"

"That sounds like something someone who definitely got in trouble would say."

You smile, sheepish. "Okay, fine. When I was in middle school, I used to sneak out at night sometimes. Not far, just a few blocks over to see my best friend. We'd meet at this old baseball field behind the school and just… talk."

Eddie raises his brows. "Scandalous. You little outlaw."

You laugh. "It wasn't that wild. We weren't drinking or vandalizing or anything. Just being kids. Once we skipped youth group to meet up instead. I lied and said I had a stomachache. Felt bad about it for days."

He grins. "You've got the soul of a nun, Tulip."

Your smile fades into something softer. "We actually made a plan to run away once. Packed peanut butter crackers, a flashlight, and even brought a bit of cash. We were gonna take her older brother's bike and just go."

Eddie's eyes light up. "Wait, really? What happened?"

You roll your eyes. "My mom overheard us talking on the kitchen phone. She picked up real quiet on the other end and listened in."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes. She was waiting on the porch when I tried to sneak out with my backpack. I thought I was about to be sent away."

Eddie laughs, but it's not mocking. "So you've got a little rebel in you after all."

You shrug. "A very small one. Mostly, I just wanted to feel like I had control over something."

His smile goes soft around the edges. "That counts."

You nudge him with your knee, grinning. "I'd ask what kind of trouble you've gotten into, but… I've kinda heard about you already. You're, like, this local legend."

Eddie smirks, head tilting. "Legend, huh? That sounds dangerous."

"It is," you tease. "I heard you bite."

He laughs, low and amused. "Only if asked nicely."

Your stomach flips.

Then his expression shifts, softening just a little. "Truth is… I almost got into real trouble once. Like, life-ruining. Because of my dad. He's… not exactly father of the year material."

You blink, the playful mood dimming for a second.

"Haven't talked to him since," he says, more to the space between you than to you. Then his eyes meet yours again, mischief creeping back in. "But hey. I've been walking the straight and narrow ever since."

You raise an eyebrow. "Have you, now?"

He grins. "I mean. I still smoke a little weed. Break the rules under the right circumstances."

You lean in, your voice dropping a touch. "What kind of circumstances?"

Eddie's gaze dips to your mouth before coming back up. "The kind where there's someone cute. Real tempting. Sitting way too close."

You pretend to gasp. "Is this you breaking the law right now?"

"I dunno," he says, inching a little closer. "Am I?"

Your chest feels tight but not in a bad way. Like fizzy soda and anticipation. You glance at his hand where it rests on the comforter between you… And then you do it.

You reach for it. Grab it.

It's warm. Rough. Familiar.

"Does this count as breaking the rules?" you ask, not even trying to hide your smile.

Eddie's eyes flick to your joined hands, then back up to your face.

His voice is low, amused, a little hoarse. "If it does, I'm gonna need someone to arrest me." You laugh, and you don't let go. He shrugs a little, trying to play it cool, but you catch the faint pink in his cheeks, and it feels like a secret just for you.

You blink, heart skittering. Your mind's still on what was said before. "Eddie. Can I ask you something about something you said earlier?"

"Yeah. Anything."

"When you're alone… ya know. Do you think about stuff? Like, scenarios? Or is it more just... mechanical?"

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh. "Jesus, Tulip." He runs a hand through his damp curls. "You really don't pull punches, huh?"

You shrug, but your cheeks are hot. "You said 'dangerous,' remember?"

That gets him, his mouth curls up slowly, crooked. "Yeah. I guess I did." He tilts his head, eyes roaming your face in a way that's almost thoughtful.

"Okay. Yeah. I think about stuff. Sometimes made-up. Sometimes stuff that's happened. Sometimes stuff I wish would happen."

You fidget with the hem of your sleeve, then risk a glance at him. "Do you ever think about… people you know?"

He doesn't answer right away. Just watches you. You think he's going to deflect, make a joke, but instead—

"Yeah," he says quietly.

Your breath catches, pulse thudding like a drumline in your ears.

"Oh."

"Yeah," he says again, and there's something heavier in it now, an unspoken underline.

Your brain goes fuzzy at the edges.

"Is that weird?" you ask, your voice smaller now.

"No." His answer is immediate. "God, no. It's not weird. It's normal. Especially when it's someone who… makes you feel good. Makes you feel seen." He hesitates, eyes trailing down your figure, then back up with something softer in his expression. "Especially when they're kinda stupid hot."

You glance at him sharply. He's not smiling anymore, not the goofy, teasing grin. This smile is softer, quieter. Reverent, almost.

He shifts again, cross-legged like you, knees brushing yours. The space between you is practically buzzing.

"You ever think about someone you know?" he asks, voice low. You swallow. You want to look away, but you don't.

"Yeah." Eddie's eyes flick to your lips, just for a second. "Do I know him?"

You smile, barely. "Maybe."

He lets out a shaky breath. "Fuck." It's not a curse. It's a prayer. The rain is still tapping against the windows, but you barely notice now. The thunder's gotten closer. So has he.

You tuck your hair behind your ear, heart hammering so loud you're sure he can hear it. "Eddie. I, um—" you start, then laugh nervously. "I'm really bad at this, but I kinda sorta maybe want you to kiss me? Like, a lot?"

You wince immediately. Smooth. Real smooth.

But Eddie stares at you like you just ripped the sky open. "God, Sweetheart," he murmurs, and there's a crooked smile spreading across his face. "I thought you'd never ask."

And still, he waits. Still, he gives you room to change your mind. But you don't. You lean in first, bumping noses slightly before finding the right angle.

And when his lips meet yours, soft and sure and real, it feels like every dog-eared paperback you ever hid under the covers has come to life in a way no story ever quite got right.

Because this time, you're the girl.

And he wants you.

Not because you're perfect.

But because you're you.

The kiss deepens, slow and heady, until you're easing back onto the bed beneath him. His hands start to roam, deliberate like he's trying to memorize every soft curve with his fingertips. The press of his weight on you feels grounding like gravity, like home.

Eddie tastes like cherry cola and summer heat. His scent is musky, earthy, something a little wild that sinks into your skin and clouds your head. One of his hands slides up your dress, fingers curling into the softness of your thighs. His rings leave cool, thrilling impressions as he grips you like he means it. The sensation is so new and so electric, it pulls a quiet moan from your throat, and Eddie hums in response, like he felt it too.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your throat, lower, until he finds the nape of your neck. When his tongue meets your skin there, it sends a jolt through your whole body another moan spills from your lips. Hearing yourself enjoying him sends a thrill through you and a bit of embarrassment.

Thunder hits. It shakes the house, lightning flashing so bright it paints the room white for a heartbeat. In the silence that follows footsteps. Heavy and hurried, coming up the stairs.

"Eddie?" A voice calls out. "Dude, the power's about to—"

The door swings open without warning. Steve stands in the doorway, flashlight in hand, mouth dropping open when he sees you both.

"Oh. Oh." His eyes go wide, and he immediately backs up. "Sorry, man. I didn't—"

The lights flicker once, twice, and then the room plunges into darkness.

"—blow," Steve finishes lamely.

You gasp and immediately scramble to sit up, nearly knocking your forehead against Eddie's chin in your haste. Your face burns so hot you're surprised it doesn't light up the room. You tug your dress down frantically, mortified that Steve, a complete stranger, just caught you making out with Eddie Munson on his bed.

"Oh my god," you whisper, hands covering your face.

Eddie pulls away with a groan, his forehead dropping to your shoulder for just a moment. You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and unsteady.

"Thanks for the heads up, Steve," he mutters, voice thick with frustration.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll just..." Steve gestures vaguely to the hallway, already retreating. "Sorry again."

When the door clicks shut, you and Eddie stay frozen for a moment, your hearts racing for entirely different reasons now. Even in the dark, you can't bring yourself to look at him, your embarrassment a palpable thing between you.

Eddie finally sits up fully, running a hand through his curls. In the dim light filtering through his curtains, you can see his silhouette, shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath.

"Well," he says softly, "that was..."

"Mortifying?" you offer, smoothing your dress with trembling hands, still not meeting his eyes.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "I was gonna say 'terrible timing,' but yeah, that works too."

You let out a nervous laugh, "So," you start, staring at your hands in your lap, "I guess we should go check on the power situation?"

Eddie hesitates. "I should, yeah." But he doesn't move. Instead, his hand finds yours in the dark, fingers intertwining gently. "But I don't want to leave you up here alone feeling embarrassed."

That makes your heart flutter despite your mortification. "I just—I don't usually... I mean, I've never actually..." You trail off, unable to find the right words.

"Hey," Eddie says softly, squeezing your hand. "It's okay. Steve has terrible timing, but he's cool. He's not gonna make a big deal out of it."

"It's not just that," you admit, voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... done this before. Any of this. And then suddenly we're— someone walks in", you let out a shaky breath.

You feel him shift beside you, and then his arm wraps around your shoulders, not pulling you closer, just offering comfort.

"I'm really sorry about that," he says, and there's genuine regret in his voice. "Not about kissing you. That was—" He pauses, and you can practically hear the smile in his voice. "That was pretty amazing. But I'm sorry about the interruption. And making you uncomfortable."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," you say quickly. "The kiss was..." You feel your face heat up again. "It was nice."

Eddie laughs softly. "Nice? That's it? I'm wounded, Tulip."

You playfully swat at him in the darkness, some of your embarrassment easing. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

"I do." His voice is gentle now. "And for what it's worth, I think we should probably slow down anyway. Give you time to get your bearings."

Relief floods through you. "You don't mind?"

"Mind?" He sounds genuinely surprised. "No. Of course not."

There's something so careful in the way he says it, so genuine, that you find yourself leaning against him, head on his shoulder.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"Hey, nothing to thank me for. We've got time."

Time. The word settles around you like a blanket. Not a one time thing. Not just a heat of the moment mistake. Time implies future, continuation, more days like this one.

"I'd like that," you admit quietly.

Eddie's hand comes up to brush your hair back from your face, and he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. "Me too."

A loud crash from downstairs breaks the moment, followed by cursing and laughter.

"I guess we should go down," you say reluctantly. "Before someone else comes looking for us."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees with a sigh. He fumbles around on his nightstand until he finds a flashlight. "But before we face the Spanish Inquisition down there..."

The beam clicks on, and he points it downward, illuminating your joined hands rather than blinding either of you. In the soft glow, his expression is earnest, a little vulnerable.

"I just want you to know that was the best first kiss I've ever had," he says. "Even with Steve's impeccable timing."

Your embarrassment melts into something warmer. "Mine too." You bite your lip, then add shyly, "And, um, my first kiss, so... the bar wasn't super high or anything."

Eddie's smile turns soft. "Even better. Means I get to be the one to show you how good it can be." He gives your hand one last squeeze. "When you're ready."

The promise in his voice makes your skin tingle. "We should probably go downstairs," you say, though you don't make any move to get up.

"Probably," he agrees, equally reluctant. "Or..."

"Or?"

"Or we could hide up here until the power comes back on and pretend we're not home."

You laugh, the tension breaking. "Eddie! We can't just—"

"Fine, fine," he grumbles good-naturedly, standing and pulling you up with him. "But if Steve makes one smart comment, I'm pushing him into the coffee table."

As you follow him toward the door, he pauses, flashlight beam pointing at the floor. "Hey, Tulip?"

"Yeah?"

"Just so you know, your face is still really red." He grins, the flashlight catching the mischief in his eyes. "It's cute."

"Eddie!" you protest, smacking his arm lightly as your blush intensifies.

His laugh echoes in the darkened room as he opens the door. "Come on. Let's go face the music."

The living room flickers with soft candlelight, casting warm shadows across secondhand furniture and scattered throw blankets. A battery-powered radio hisses low static between crackly notes of some '70s slow jam. Outside, the storm rages on—rain rattling the windows, thunder rumbling in the distance like a warning shot.

You follow Eddie into the room, his flashlight guiding the way until Robin turns toward the sound of your footsteps.

"Oh my god," she blurts. "You're Tulip."

You freeze in the doorway, startled. "…Yeah?"

"I knew you were real." She elbows the boy next to her on the couch. "He talks about you all the time. Guitar lessons, mixtapes, mysterious girl he disappears to see twice a week."

Eddie lets out a groaning, "Rooobiiin…"

"She's right," the boy adds with a grin. "I'm Gareth. Don't worry, we've all heard about you."

You blink, heart pounding, unsure if you want to melt into the floor or laugh.

From the kitchen, a soft voice cuts in. "It's really nice to meet you, Tulip." A girl with neat hair and a flickering candle in a jelly jar steps into view. "I'm Nancy."

"Hi," you manage, voice small but steady.

Then Steve pokes his head around the doorway near the radio. "Okay, wait. This is Tulip? Like the actual Tulip? From the cassette tapes and the guitar lessons…… and you know, Eddie being way less annoying twice a week?"

Eddie sighs and plants a hand on his face. "You're all so funny."

Robin cackles. "We know."

You let out a nervous laugh and rub your arms, the embarrassment still prickling under your skin.

Eddie glances at you then, just for a second.

It's not a dramatic look, just his eyes catching yours, a flicker of concern there, like he's checking in without saying a word.

You give a tiny nod and a smile. You're okay. Really.

His shoulders ease.

Robin pats the couch cushion beside her. "Come sit. I promise we're only a little weird. We've got cocoa, a pathetic amount of popcorn, and a strong chance of accidental candle fire."

Eddie guides you toward the couch and drops down beside you, thigh pressed to yours. He slouches into the cushions like he's done it a hundred times, like this, you and him together is the most natural thing in the world. You sit close but stiff, still a little rattled from earlier.

His knee nudges yours lightly.

You glance over, and in the dim candlelight, Eddie meets your eyes. No words. Just the tiniest tilt of his head, the question there in the space between you.

Steve tosses you a blanket, and you catch it awkwardly. "Storms freak you out?" he asks, tone light but not mocking.

You pause. "Used to. Not so much tonight."

Robin leans over with a grin. "That's 'cause Eddie's here. He makes people feel less like the world is ending. It's deeply unfair."

Gareth nods solemnly. "Unfair and statistically accurate."

Eddie throws a popcorn kernel at him. It bounces off Gareth's knee and lands in Robin's lap. She pops it into her mouth with zero hesitation.

Nancy chuckles softly and settles cross-legged on the floor, lighting another candle. "It's nice having a full house."

You look around. The laughter. The warmth. The blanket draped over your lap. The soft brush of Eddie's hand as his fingers find yours again, hidden from view.

He doesn't look up.

You don't need him to.

Because somehow, without saying a word, you both already know: you're okay.

And more than that, you're wanted here.

"So," Robin says, tucking her legs under her. "We've been getting Eddie's version of you for weeks now. What's your side of the story?"

You raise an eyebrow. "My side?"

"Yeah," Gareth says, leaning forward with a grin. "Like… why'd you stick around? He bribes you or something?"

You glance at Eddie, who's already trying and failing to look offended.

"Definitely no bribes," you say, playing along. "His mixtapes, maybe."

"See?" Eddie says, pointing dramatically at Gareth. "She has taste. You all could learn a thing or two."

"She's clearly too polite to tell you that your guitar solos are an acquired taste," Robin mutters.

"They are innovative," Eddie fires back.

You're laughing before you even realize it, really laughing, and it spills out of you like something uncoiled. The tension in your shoulders eases. You're still clutching the blanket to your chest, but it doesn't feel like armor anymore. Just comfort.

Nancy sips from her tea. "What are you studying, Tulip?"

"Oh. Um… literature. I've been here since September."

"Transfer student?" she asks, her voice warm.

You nod. "From Tennessee."

Robin perks up. "Ohhh, I can hear it now."

Your cheeks warm, but not in the bad way. It's more like the way your chest feels when someone laughs at your joke.

"I like it," Steve says unexpectedly. "It's kinda charming."

"Don't let him flirt with you," Eddie deadpans. "He thinks a southern accent is an automatic date invitation."

"I do not!"

Everyone bursts out laughing again.

The storm rumbles outside, lightning flickering behind the windows, but the room feels insulated from it like all that wildness has stopped at the walls. The group chats about nothing and everything: classes, a guy in their stats course who keeps trying to sell people encyclopedias, the microwave that almost caught fire last week (again), the way Steve once accidentally drank paint water during an all-nighter.

You don't say much, but no one seems to mind. When you do speak, they listen. And when you don't, there's no awkwardness, just Eddie's thumb brushing back and forth across the back of your hand like he's grounding you, steadying you without saying a word.

Someone's mid-sentence when it happens—

A loud click, a soft hum, and then the living room floods with warm, overhead light. The microwave beeps weakly from the kitchen, and the old stereo whirs to life with a static crackle.

Everyone blinks at the brightness, blinking like they've just woken from a dream.

"Well," Robin says, shielding her eyes. "There goes the mood lighting."

Gareth groans dramatically. "I liked it better when we were mysterious shadows telling ghost stories and deep truths."

"You mean embarrassing stories and conspiracy theories," Eddie mutters.

You laugh, but your gaze drifts back to Eddie's hand resting close to yours on the couch.

The storm might be letting up. The lights are back on. And for the first time in a long time you’re truly happy.

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My Sour Little Human

Thanks to @smolcomfycat Felix now has a partner. Maxwell, but everyone calls him Maxxie (except Felix because he's just like that)

Maxxie is also now one of my favorite characters to write because of how I wrote this and another piece with him. please enjoy the emotionally intelligent somewhat himbo that is very much into his partner

Maxxie got a candid picture of his human partner. Unfortunately said human does not approve of the picture.

My Sour Little Human

Black hair stuck out in all directions. Adorable.

No shirt so I could see his soft chest and stomach. Hot.

Golden eyes, intense and piercing. Spine tingling.

Blemish free beige skin. Jealousy inducing.

Almost like he’s looking down on me with the way I blew up the picture. “Nearly perfect.”

I sighed. It would only be better if-

“Maxwell!” the very man’s voice called out. Spinning on my chair I found him. A few inches tall (to me, he’s complained when I say that out loud) and hot as Hades. It took everything in me not to scoop him up right then and there. Pepper him with kisses and remind him just how unbelievable he was. “What is that?”

“Hmm, Felix what could you possibly mean?” I tried to play innocent. Felix did not accept that if his crossed arms meant anything. With a grin I leaned closer and blocked his view of the very image he was currently upset with.

“Maxwell, what are you doing with a picture of me like that? Where did you even get it? Why does it have a sticker on it calling me your ‘sour little human’?”

“So many questions. Why don’t we not go over any of that and skip right to the part where I get to kiss you? Hmm?”

I reached for him. Felix stepped back. There were enough blunders from when we first met that I knew better than to push it. (Sue me, I was excited to meet someone so small. I didn’t even know humans existed until Felix showed up in my house mind you. I didn’t even invite him over or anything.)

Instead of answering I tried pouting. Felix took a step forward and shook his head. (Have I mentioned he’s so hot when he does this? Acting like he’s the one in complete control. Well he kind of is, I’m a sucker for a handsome face.) His tiny glare was working quickly to break me. I would have to relent and answer him.

“It’s a candid picture of you and you are sour. Look at the face you’re making now, should I call it something else?” I asked. 

“How did you even get that? I’ve never been dressed like that here.” 

“I won’t reveal my source. Though I should make sure to thank him, and ask for more.”

Felix continued to glare at me. I thought he might even leave. I moved my hand towards him. No step away this time. A win. I continued until my fingers surrounded him. Every human foot (inches for me). I never thought I’d be into this as the big one. Felix changed my mind.

As I wrapped my fingers around him I thought of that initial meeting. How scared he was, but kept a stern face. If he hadn’t had tears on his cheeks I probably wouldn’t have noticed. (He was small and I was excited. Bite me.) The shout when he thought I was gonna kill him. (Ok, that hurt. I did try to make a mean face after he screamed about killing him. I’m not a monster.) 

Those tears though. The way he glared through them. Honestly I would have begged for him to give me a chance if the apology hadn’t worked. He was so hot too. Gods what I would have given to get him to go on one date with me. Especially once the fact humans were real got around. Everyone knew, but I had the first (and hottest) all to myself.

“Maxwell,” Felix said. I hadn’t even realized what I did. Brought him right up to my eyes. So close he was blurry. I could swear he was blushing. “Get rid of that picture. Put me down, too.”

“Come on Felix,” I cooed. “I need something when you’re not around. I’m so lonely.”

“You need nothing of the sort.”

I gasped. Held him further from my face and hung my head. I could feel his glare on me. Clearly not entertained. Didn’t matter, he wouldn’t steal my precious picture of him. Not without giving me something in return… like maybe a promise to sleep over sometimes.

“Get rid of it, Maxwell.”

“I’ll keep the digital copy. Look at that all the time.”

Felix huffed in my hands. I ran a finger tip over his hair. So soft. Nothing I could get from a picture. What I wouldn’t give to keep him with me all the time. (I know what you’re thinking. ‘But Maxxie, you’re a giant, you could keep him with you all the time.’ Ew, no. I would never force my wants on someone. Double for someone so small.)

Felix pulled away from my touch. That stung. I shifted my hold on him. Left him cupped in both hands, but free from my fingers. He turned away from me. I could see the attempt to appear disinterested. I knew him by now. That familiar false aloofness.

“Felix, what’s wrong?” I whispered. He jumped to sit forward. I ran a finger down his back. It didn’t make him look at me, but he did relax a little (maybe I imagined it, don’t care). “This isn’t just about the pic is it?”

A long minute of silence before a lukewarm glare met my eyes. My Felix was upset and it was my fault. I had to fix it. Whatever it took. I should have listened when Rhys warned me to keep the pic from him. I was an idiot.

“Of course it is, Maxwell!” Felix’s small hands started to dig into the skin of my palms. I curled my fingers up around him in response. He wouldn’t avoid the question that easily. Not when I had hurt him. “Now put me down. I have things I should take care of today!”

I knocked him back. Enough he was more on one palm. Curled my fingers around him. We both knew he wasn’t completely defenseless. He did manage to fight me off a little that first meeting. I worked out and it kind of put him at a disadvantage. Even if he got away, I’d catch him easily (before you ask, yes this is fact it happened when we first met). The lack of fight from my actions proved there was definitely more at play.

“Felix, you know I’d do anything for you. Of course I’ll get rid of the picture, but please tell me what’s wrong first.”

I tried the voice that made him trust me in the first place. Serious. Soft. Kind. A voice I only learned I had when I saw him in pain. I wouldn’t forgive myself for hurting him again. Not when that lukewarm glare became a cold dread.

“I don’t like the picture Maxwell, that’s all.” Felix turned his head away again. (Before we continue I should mention I have some abnormally good hearing. He never realized that was how I found him in the first place.) Then I heard him mutter, “...it’s not perfect…”

(Now I was not a foolish man. I knew in this relationship I could get a lot more if I kept how good my hearing was a secret. He didn’t expect me to hear his mutter. Of course there was a part of me that liked him not knowing how well I could hear him. But! I couldn’t ignore that pain on his face. so…)

I pulled him close and kissed him. His head fit perfectly between my lips. When small hands frantically slapped at my skin, I relented. I slid my lips over his body. Down until they were against his stomach.

“What are you doing?!” Felix panted.

“Do you want to know why it isn’t perfect?” I growled. (Yes, I growled. This semi-regularly self loathing man drives me mad. All giants would do it if they were as far gone as I am. We know they can do it. It’s not bad manners. I will not be judged.)

“You heard me?!”

“That’s not a no.”

This time, I pulled my hands down until his face was near my lips again. I shifted him around in my hands so I could pet his hair again.

“With a picture I can’t feel this soft, black hair. See how neatly you always style it. The care you put into your appearance at every moment.” Adorable.

I pulled back enough to see his face. Awkwardly grabbed his head with two fingers so he would face me. 

“I can’t see all the changes on a face with sharp, handsome features. Looks Narcissus would envy.” Handsome.

Pulled him close enough to my eyes he was almost a blur.

“I don’t get to see the gem like shimmer on eyes touched by Midas.” Spine tingling.

I pulled him back again. Let his head go. Used a thumb to push up his shirt. Kissed the warm, flushed skin.

“I can’t feel the warm skin, softer than Aphrodite’s. There’s no tickle against my lips from the hair on your body.” Definitely a little jealous.

I shifted him so our eyes met again.

“I can’t hear a voice more commanding than Zeus.” Hot.

A fast movement. His head once more placed perfectly between my lips. This time, I slid my thumb under his shirt. Felt the skin he so rarely let me see. Gods did I want to see more. I didn’t pull away until I was done. It was long after the small hands started signalling his need for air.

“It’s not perfect because it isn’t the real thing.” Perfect.

I finally held my hands low enough that Felix could jump off. Reach the table where we’d set up his entrance and exit. He could escape now, I wouldn’t trap him. I had to tell myself he needed it available as I took in the tiny, damp cheeks. It was impossible to know why they were wet unless he told me.

Instead of leaving, Felix sat in my hand. His mouth opened and closed a few times. (Ok look I have to be honest. The image of this man lost for words is quite possibly the cutest thing ever.) The attempts to speak were abandoned. Replaced with hands wiping at his eyes. I held his arms down and used a thumb to wipe at his face. The least I could do as the cause.

“So,” his voice cracked (kinda hot ngl). He cleared his throat before continuing, “You’ve liked the Greek myths I sent you?”

My eyes softened and I laughed. “They’re interesting. You humans have some amazing stories. Could be fun if they were real.”

“You thought humans were just a story too, Max.”

That had me smiling from ear to ear. Felix had picked that to call me when we were alone. A small sign of closeness. I did have to make a comment though. He was the only one who did that. Even after I told him everyone calls me Maxxie.

“Max, that’s so close to Maxxie. You’re the only one who doesn’t use it.”

Felix’s eyes changed. Mirth made them shimmer. (If Olympus is real that’s where this little human is from. No way someone this hot is mortal.)

“You want me to treat you like everyone else does?”

It left me speechless. I had to blink away the shock. Before it was gone I had him pressed into my lips again. Another greedy kiss, but I let him go faster. No need to take more risks (yet). One last look over him and words left me before I realized.

“Stay the night?”

Flashes of emotion on that small, handsome face. Panic. Nervousness. Excitement. Hunger (you know what I mean ;) ). He nodded. I stood and brought him deeper into my home. The picture forgotten under the ideas of our first night together. (We put it through a shredder the next day. I still got to keep the digital one!) There was a long, sleepless night ahead.

(Nothing more for you this time. By the way I know I’ve made Felix sound amazing, but I will fight if you try to take him from me. Oh, and I fight dirty. Just kidding! …maybe.)

[sesmiq]

The 5 love language

pairing: artist male y/n x childhood friend oc

warning: vomiting, stalking, obsessive behaviour, gore, open ending, not proof read, v rushed 📣📣

Valentine's Day, a day to spend with your loved ones, something you didn't have.

Forget spending Valentine's day with anyone- you had work at the convenience store. Sure, you're an artist, but money won't magically appear onto your kitchen counter.

Despite that, it didn't bother you as much as the sight you saw around you that day. (though bother might not be fitting, more like envious) There were couples everywhere on dates, holding hand and showing their affection towards each other. Bleh. (translation: when is it my turn?)

Either way, you could complain all you want but life still goes on. Sighing, you walk towards your apartment, staring down at your phone to avoid the sights of couples. It wasn't until an envelope at your door caught your attention.

The envelope had a simple yet design with a heart shape sticker on it, you hesitantly take it and enter your apartment.

After sitting on your couch for abit, you cautiously and gradually opens the letter, wary of any potential pranks, but nothing happened.

"Dear y/n

Happy Valentine's day, well, it's not Valentine's day yet but it will be soon.

I've always had a big crush on you, but i never gotten the chance to confess to you directly. Truth to be told, i'm not a courageous person, but you give me the strength to do so today :).

You are the most strongest, admirable person I've met. Whenever i listen to your music, I'm hit in awe with how talented you are. I fall even harder everytime i see you. Your presence is already enough for me to keep going.

Do you know the saying "the 5 love language"? They are words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. I would love to know which one is your love language, but instead of asking, I want to let you experience all of them. I aim to make you feel loved in every way possible, starting with words of affirmation!"

..Ah.

A secret admirer,,?

You honestly didn't know something so cliche that would be done in a high school romance movie would happened to yourself, in real life.

The rest of the kettle had you fuming like a kettle, was this person a fan of poets? They sure had their way with words.

As sweet as the letter sounds, you couldnt help but feel crept out by this, how much does this person knows you? Do you even know this person?

You could only hope that it's not someone creepy, like a stalker.. You opened your phone and take a picture of the letter, sending it to your childhood bestfriend.

y/n:

photo.jpeg

hyeon:

?

what's this?

y/n:

love letter,

saw it in front of my

apartment

hyeon:

does someone have a lil crush on little y/n :0?

y/n:

hyeon:

Daniel's got a competitor 😄

y/n:

NEVER

im forever loyal to daniel

👎👎

hyeon:

haha

why are you showing me this?

y/n:

idk

felt a lil crept out

dont u think its weird??

how did they know where i lived? idfk who they are

hyeon:

hmm, thats true.

maybe it's a neighbour? they mentioned they could hear your music, they might be living around your area ?

y/n:

that make it even worse

hyeon:

lock your doors and windows, you wouldnt want to entice your little 'admirer' to break in do you?

y/n:

gtg, bye

hyeon:

i was just joking D:!

I'll be back from Russia soon, i promise <3

y/n

mm, maybe dont.

take care tho

A few days went by and nothing happened, you were beginning to wonder if the letter was just a prank from the kids around the area.

Regardless, you didn't care, you were to tired from your work ealier. Getting yelled at by your manager in front of the customers, for something rather silly. (you looked really tired but manager took it as "mf u dont like ur work isit) This was far fron the first time, and not the worst thing that had happened, but it didn't make it less draining.

you went into your apartment, turned on the light and fell right onto your couch. Rent was due in 3 weeks,, you were mentally preparing yourself to starve for the next few days to be able to have a roof under your head.

everything was tiring you out, and you just want a car to come running into you already, but the house isn't going to clean itself. You had to do chores because you have been putting off chores for a few days now. It's going to pile up the more you tell yourself "i'll do it tomorrow." so you pushes your body off the couch to start.

maybe you can start by taking out the trash.

problem was, the trash was missing. you stared at the empty, new plastic bag over the trash you didn't remember replacing. are you hallucinating?

you went over the sink to wash the dishes, to find them cleaned and kept neatly inside the cabinet. huh.

you must be going crazy, you were sure you did not wash those dishes nor keep them. even if you did, you wouldn't store them as neat as this.

are you going insane?

you quickly check the laundry, and sure enough, they were all done up. the dirty clothes were washed, the one that you didn't bother folding was folded and put away in your bedroom. Neatly.

was your landlord here this morning? Even if he was, he wouls never done something like this. He only ever told you to stop being so lazy and clean the messy apartment. He even once demanded you to clean everything up while be watched but thats it.

you hit your head against the wall, hard, to check if you had not actually fallen asleep on the couch and this was all just a dream. you winced at the pain on your forehead, that sure gave you an answer that youre not hallucinating.

maybe you're just overworked..?

you sat on your bed, noticing a familiar envelope with another sticker on your pillow.

what the fuck.

you opened the envelope, which in it read,

"dear y/n,

Surprise, it's an act of service this time! you're so hardworking that you tire yourself out,, so i decided to do somethinf to lighten the load for you. Remember to take a break when you need it okay?

I also cooked dinner for you, it's your favourite :). They're in the fridge, please enjoy, it's not healthy to starve yourself.

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you wanted to kill yourself.

your stalker is in fact, a stalker.

how did they get in your house?

how did they know your habits?

you didn't even bother eating the food in the fridge, letting it sit there as you spend the night searching for cameras in your house.

y/n:

hyeon,

they broke in

the mf that sent the letter broke in

photo.jpeg

hyeon:

broke in?

how? didn't i told you to lock the doors and windows?

y/n:

idfk hyeon

they broke in and like

did my chores

and even cook dinner for me

saying its an act of service

hyeon:

are you safe?

y/n:

i dont know am i

i know this sounds weird af but im

not joking

i dont feel safe in my house rn

hyeon:

call the police.

y/n:

with what evidence

tell them that someone sent two envelope, broke into my bouse, did my chores and cooked a meal for me??

ill sound like a maniac

then they'll send me to a mental hospital

hyeon:

you'll never know unless you try,

y/n, this sound dangerous, your life could be on the line bere.

please just call the police and see if they can do anything about it.

do you still have that previous letter with you?

y/n:

yeah

hyeon:

show that to them, including the new one.

y/n:

ok

ill try

hyeon:

okay.

i wish i wasnt in russia right now.

im so sorry, please wait a bit more, ill come back soon.

update me whenever you can.

y/n:

dont be sorry,

thank you.

you never had a peaceful sleep for the next few days, the only thing keeping you sane is messaging hyeon everyday.

you have been so worn out from what happened that night. you had gone to the police, but after they didnt found anything suspicious in your house besides the two letter, they then left and told you to contact them if anything happened.

useless. you texted to hyeon.

neither did the police nor you could find any hidden cameras around your house, but that didnt mean you were safe. they could missed them, or not search at the right place.

you were sitting on your couch, scrolling down your phone to distract what had happened. suddenly, someone knocked on your door.

you groaned, thinking it was your landlord, you got up, walked to your door and peek from the peephole. nobody was there.

you opened the door slowly, immediately notices the stench behind the door. sitting on the floor in the dark hallway were two boxes wrapped like gifts with a gold ribbon.

crimson liquid was seeping through the boxes, on top of one of the box was an envelope, the one you had received a few days prior.

you suppressed the urge to throw up as you felt your breath getting quicker and shallower. you opened your phone and called the police and messaged hyeon

y/n

hyeon

when the polices arrived, they opened the boxes and envelope. one of the polices seems panickes and quickly rushes to you bringing the envelope, making you read it.

"Dear y/n,

Two, the number of hands one would need to do a heart, i thought it would be romantic to give you two gifts. After all, what's Valentine's day without gifts?

I've seen the way those two treated you, i couldnt stand watching them mistreated you. How prideful that human trash must be to push all his mistakes onto you then punishes you? Just because he's a manager? You don't deserve that, dear, so, this is for you.

And that bastard landlord of yours, the way he stares at you and put his hand at you is so disgusting. If he's gonna look at you like that, he don't deserve his eyes. Just because he's your landlord, does not mean he can put his hand on you like that, so i cut them off.

i hope you enjoy the gifts, dear. I guess this can be considered to be acts of service too? I look foward to spending some quality time with you. I can't wait to finally have you in my arm.

ps. inside the hand of your manager is a necklace. <3

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you glanced at the content of the boxes, puking at the side after seeing the blood hand of your manager and your landlord's head with his eyes gouge out.

you felt helpless.

you had nowhere to go.

you didnt wanna stay here anymore, you dont feel safe anywhere.

you just want to die.

as the police patting your backs and gives you a bottle of water, you receives a text message on his phone.

hyeon:

hey, i'm here now.

i'm sorry i couldn't reply to you earlier, i just arrived in south korea.

y/n:

hyeon thank god

please

can i stay at your place for a while

i cant stay here anymore

hyeon:

Of course, i'll pick you up.

when you finally met hyeon, you collapsed into the taller man's arm, letting the tears out you have been holding in as hyeon holds you close, embracing you in much needed warmth and comfort.

"here," hyeon placed down a plate of fried rice in front of you, coincidentally it being your favourite food but you dont have any appetite after what happened.

"i can tell you havent been eating well, it's all i have at the moment, but its better than nothing."

you appreciated him, but didnt wanna eat anything at the moment, the sight of your landlors was still fresh in your mind.

"thanks, but i feel really sick right now." you felt bad for putting hyeon through the trouble, only to turn it down in the end. "i'll heat it up and have it tomorrow."

"maybe you at least drink some water?"

"sure." Hyeon was already pouring a warm cup of water for you, you were glad you at least had hyeon to come to.

you two spent a while in an awkward silence, it was like hyeon would not ask what had happened until you were ready to talk about it yourself.

"do you have work later?" you asked to distract yourself.

No, hyeon had alarms around the house. He would be notified of any suspicious activities detected.

"no, my manager said he'll take care of it."

"oh.."

then the silence were back again, until hyeon opened his mouth.

"are you going to sleep now?"

"I.." you were sure you would not be able to sleep tonight, you do not know where that stalker was, what if they too breaks into hyeon's house? will you put him in danger as well?

Even so, you're still on edge.

"do you want to share a room?"

"what?"

"you don't have to sleep alone when i'm right here for you to cuddle with!"

you sighed, "hyeon-"

"no really, maybe im just overprotective but i really dont want to leave you alone. We can catch up on the past month, and maybe if i talk enough, it might put you to sleep?"

you cried into his arms for the second time that night.

you could not remember the last time you was help to sleep, you didnt think there was ever a time actually. when he slept besides hyeon, the latter would always wrap his body around you like a koala.

not that it surprised you, hyeon had always been handsy with you ever since the two was young, but only around him.

whenever they ate together, hyeon would reach his hand out to wipe a grain of rice or a drop of sauce off your face.

whenever they play fight, hyeon would always hug you as a way to "immobilize you". when hyeon suggested decorating the house for Valentine's day to take your mind off of things, he would hold your hand and guide you through tying ribbons and hanging decorations.

And when you still couldnt stop the anxiety from rising, hyeon would hold you so close, no matter what time it is, he would remind you to breathe, and prepare plastic bags for you in case you pukes.

Heck, he even made sure that you had fallen asleep first before he would.

you felt safe by hyeon's side.

On the morning of Valentine's day, hyeon was still asleep which was expected, he had waited for you to fall asleep the night before.

You carefully and quietly slipped out of hyeon's tight hold, and headed towards the washroom, you decided to clean hyeon's office then cook a meal for him.

walking toward hyeon's office, you noticed a few paperwork on his table. It seems like it was the paperwork hyeon's had been doing last evening.

His handwriting was exceptionally neat, it had been quite some time you last seen it, but you could remember envying the man for having such a neat writing.

you noticed a half opened file on the floor, you picked it up and read the content of the files out of curiousity

they were mostly a bunch of statistics and numbers, percentages and whatnot. you wanted to stop reading but you felt drawn in his handwriting. To you, it looked familiar, like you've seen it before.

you stared longer at the words until you realized,

realized why he found it familiar.

you flipped to the next page, why did hyeon have your landlord personal informations?

you felt arms hugging you from behind, "what are you doing, snooping around my work like that? what if it's confidential?'

you didnt answer.

"y/n?" hyeon seemed to noticed you tensing up, "sorry, did i scare you that badly? you just seemed so focused on those papers, i just had to-"

"Hyeon."

"Yeah?"

You didnt know what to say, you did not know what to ask. You didnt know how to ask him.

you wish you were just dreaming.

Because.. wasnt hyeon in russia all this time?

"y/n?"

Hyeon couldnt have been in south korea. He couldnt have went into your apartment. He couldnt have place those.. letters abd boxes in your apartment if he wasnt even in the same country as you

ah.

"y/n, are you okay?"

"hyein,, can i take a look at your passport?"

"my passport? why?"

"i just want to.. confirm something."

Hyeon looked at you for a while, before letting go of you "sure, let me go get it."

As he went back to his room, you held ontobthe table tightly to avoid collapsing.

its okay.

you just had to look into his passport, then you would realize how dumb you are to suspect hyeon, the person that sheltered you when you had nowhere to go. the man that's your childhood friend who would sacrifice anything for you-

Hyeon returned, with his passport in hand. "here you go." you were about to take the passport from hum until you saw it

or more like the lack of it.

instead of handing the passport to you normally, hyeon had flipped it to the latest page. Hyeon had supposedly flew to russia first of december last year.

The last time he travelled, according to the passport,

was back in june.

"you were wondering about this, werent you?" hyeon stepped closer towards you, "when did it click?"

"your handwriting you bastard."

"ah right, that was my mistake, but dont you think it took too long for you to notice?"

Hyeon took the papers one by one, putting them together neatly, as if he was having the most normal and mundane conversation.

As if he wasnt the one that sent you all of that letters.

As if he was not the one who broke into your apartment.

As if he didnt sent that severed head and hands to you..

"i guess i should expected that, after all, i'm never the one whom you'll ever have eyes for, am i?" he smiled bitterly.

"Hyeon.." you wanted to be proven wrong, you wanted to be wrong so bad.

you wanted to believe hyeon was not capable of this.

you wanted to believe him, your closest friend, would never do such thing.

instead, you received a hug that felt so cold.

you wanted to strangle hyeon so bad. you wanted to strangle yourself.

you just felt so weak.

as much as you wanted to avoid it, the clues were all right in front of you, mocking you.

there was no one in the world who had heard and appreciated your music, who observed and knew so much of your lifestyle and habits besides ivan.

when the puzzle started coming together, you could feel yourself falling apart.

"so y/n, please tell me:

what is your favourite love language?"

you just want to die.

[draft messages]

y/n:

thanks for taking me in

im glad i hv u in my lufe

you better not tell anyone i said this,

but i dont think theres anyone else i trust

anyone else more than you

thank you.

a/n: zzzzz goodnight (disappears)

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

agere bakugou katsuki headcanons !!

— requested by @v4mpiirew1tch —

— cw: trauma and swearing —

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💥 - usually regresses to be about four years old since that’s when his quirk came in, but katsuki has a massive range of ages that he fluctuates between with a lot of overlap in behaviors. like sometimes he’ll be in an older headspace but still need a pacifier to self-sooth or he’ll be in a younger headspace and still wanting to engage with his older interests (I also love the headcanon people have where he pretends to be older than he is!! Chefs kiss to whoever came up with that one). if we’re being honest, he’s likely on the scale of being a perma-regressor but he can barely handle the fact that he regresses at all so no one really brings that up.

💥 - very prone to tantrums and meltdowns. his nervous system is chronically dysregulated and he really struggles getting a handle on his emotions. he’s either feeling things too strongly or not strongly enough and the former usually occurs in tandem with his rocky headspace. he tries really hard to be good but he just struggles when he’s on his own and it’s really helpful to have a caregiver sitting with him and helping him regulate. more often than not, it helps for him to physically move (running, breaking things, ect) so sometimes his caregivers just send him off to break down boxes or run around a training field or whatever other busy work they can give him that gets out his energy. when he’s alone and upset, however, he just shuts himself away in his room and rocks back and forth in the dark until all the bad feelings go away (autistic bakugou my beloved <3).

💥 - he likes learning when he’s small!! his favorite activity is any kind of early language assignment meant for young kids because it helps him feel young while also being productive use of his time. he gets antsy if he’s too bored, though, so he has to constantly be switching what types of work sheets he’s doing or even what subject it is. he also likes those educational kids cartoons but he’s banned from watching any that ask the audience for answers (think like dora the explorer) because he’d get too rowdy with it. there is only so many times you can hear a toddler yelling “FUCK YEAH” from the living room because they knew the answer to a basic math question.

💥 - he hates wearing his hearing aids when he’s small because it can be overwhelming and overstimulating (whereas he refuses not to wear them when he’s feeling older because he hates feeling different or like he’s missing something). when he’s especially young, he’ll do baby babble in sign language which sometimes turns to babble signing basic words for what he wants and you just have to hope you understand him. if you don’t, he WILL cry about it.

💥 - aizawa has a sticker chart for his behavior, particularly in the classroom, where he gets to pick the stickers when he’s good and aizawa picks the stickers when he’s misbehaving. it sounds low stakes but aizawa has ZERO sympathy for little boys that break the rules and consistently uses terrible bootleg all might stickers that irritate katsuki in how ugly and inaccurate they are. katsuki is extremely competitive and there is nothing he won’t do to win against aizawa and have a chart full of REAL and AUTHENTIC all might stickers. he’d rather riot against the school than allow for such a travesty. in general, katsuki makes it his life’s mission to make aizawa’s life hell (but in the most baby-fied way possible) and aizawa matches that energy every single time. everyone finds aizawa’s beef with a baby very funny and aizawa mostly puts up with it because he likes knowing that katsuki trusts him enough to misbehave like an actual child after years of perfectionism and volatility.

💥 - he really likes bears and tigers. that’s it. that’s the tweet. he has teddy bears and tiger plushies and he loves when you point out that his black and orange color scheme is similar to a tiger’s. he WILL get pissed if someone says that lions are the king of the jungle because it’s actually the tiger. he isn’t big on pet names but he doesn’t mind being called cub or bear specifically because of how much he likes tigers and bears. except koala bears— he hates those.

💥 - a lot of his regression is trauma related and he usually slides down to his younger ages when he’s triggered. he has a lot of nightmares too so he often wakes up crying and feeling really small. there’s an open door policy for any of his caregivers (I usually imagine aizawa, midoriya, or kirishima) that lets him waddle into any of their rooms to snuggle up with them if he’s having a particularly bad night. in general, he has a couple code words that he can text people (assuming he isn’t actively melting down) for when he’s regressing and needs help.

[ninathekillxr]

Hi, there! Hello! 👋

I heard you’re running out of ideas, so I’ll help you out.

Who would most likely believe aliens (if your AU has them) exist? And if so, how might they interact with the alien?

You my dearest darling are an absolute genius I’m IN LOVE with this idea it’s absolutely perfecto! I fear this is gonna be a really long one…

Would the creeps

Believe in aliens?

Ticci Toby~

- 100% believer

- Even if it’s not exactly aliens he thinks there’s no way there isn’t something out there

- Used to watch those clickbait YouTube videos of people proving alien life was real

Eyeless Jack~

- He prefers to think of himself as a man of science so he wouldn’t admit to ever believing in aliens

- A part of him does believe that it’s possible for something else to be out there.

Jeff The Killer~

- He denies believing as if it was an insult but used to be a whole hearted believer when he was younger.

- Used to have alien pins on his bag

Jane The Killer~

- She doesn’t really think about it as it doesn’t ever really cross her mind.

BEN DROWNED~

- Believes with his entire being

- Has alien boxers

- Definitely has a bunch of alien shirts

- He plays alien games all the time he finds them amazing

Nina The Killer~

- She doesn’t really believe in aliens

- She loves the alien printed shirts and stickers and has tons of them.

- She would probably believe in aliens if she spent the time to check what the hype was.

Clockwork~

- is similar to Jane and doesn’t think about it often

- If she really had to say she’d say that it’s possible but she just doesn’t really care.

Kate The Chaser~

- She once had a weird dream about being abducted

- Believes purely because of the dream and how real it felt.

Masky/TimWright~

- Doesn’t believe

- He thinks the idea of aliens are stupid and unrealistic.

- ‘if there were aliens someone would’ve found it out by now’

Hoodie/BrianThomas~

- Doesn’t care much

- He’d like to think there was aliens out there and other life forms

- Doesn’t spend much time thinking about it

BloodyPainter/Helen~

- Used to be scared that he would get abducted and probed

- alien horror shows scarred him as a child

- Has an alien cap that he never wears.

Sally Williams~

- Of course she does

- She believes in the silly green icon you find on shirts and stickers

- She thinks they would be super nice and fun

Laughing Jack~

- He doesn’t really care enough to have an opinion

- if you asked he’d shrug you off and probably walk away.

Lulu~

- She likes the idea of aliens

- she knows it’s unrealistic but enjoys the dream

Homicidal Liu~

- Doesn’t believe

- Used to when he was younger

- Had an alien backpack and pack lunch bag

And the question that matters the most!

Are the aliens real in my au?

- drumroll pleaseeeee -

Yes. Yes they are.

Nina’s comments~

Omg this was so silly and fun to make! I feel like I coulda done more but this really has me giggling! To the amazing doll who requested this ily your amazing! I love getting requests lol

Nina out!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Cater Diamond - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: This museum's been around for 100 years, huh～ Bet there'll be a ton of things to look at! Let's enjoy this together!

Summon Line: I'll just upload a pic of the outside of the building with the tags #ImASupporterNow and #MuseumPR... Perf, now it's posted!

Groooovy!!: Poor thing, adrift in a bottle～ Well, guess that's whatcha get.

Home: A 100th anniversary is pretty rad, huh?

Home Idle 1: From what I hear, the country ruled by the Queen of Hearts was super photogenic. My dorm's gotta make sure we live up to that!

Home Idle 2: Jamil-kun looked kinda faint looking at that golden scarab painting...

Home Idle 3: No flash photography inside the museum, huh. I'll have to be careful when I'm taking pics～ I should change the setting now before I forget.

Home Idle - Login: I always thought museums were pretty stuffy, but this is actually pretty fun. The building's got some character, so it might actually be a pretty good photo spot ♪

Home Idle - Groovy: Checkin' out paintings with someone's pretty fun because of all the conversation possibilities. It was pretty fun being able to chat with Ruggie-kun about makeup.

Home Tap 1: How well do I do in art class? My professor usually says I have a good eye for composition and color sense ☆

Home Tap 2: Look at the miniature Great Seven on these stickers! They're so cute I had to buy them. Maybe I'll stick them on my guitar case.

Home Tap 3: The Thorn Fairy's men were all dancing around the fire, huh. I wonder if Briar Valley has some kind of similar tradition. I should ask Malleus-kun.

Home Tap 4: Jack-kun says he is drawn to the painting where the King of Beasts is looking real regal. I think I like the one where he's relaxin' more～

Home Tap 5: Why're you just staring me down like that...? Ooh, did seeing your boy Cay-kun all serious about the exhibits captivate you? Ahaha, jk, jk!

Home Tap - Groovy: Ta-daa! Heeeere's Cay-kun in all his formal getup! Since we're both dressed to the nines, let's grab a selfie together ♪ C'mon, come and stand next to me!

Duo: [CATER]: Ruggie-kun, you gotta help me make this shot count! [RUGGIE]: Cater-san, please put away your phone!

Birthday Login Message: A little quiz for you, [Yuu]-chan! What do you think is Cay-kun's lucky charm for today? The answer is... a present! The more I get, the happier I'll be, my horoscope says～ That's why I'm on the lookout for people who might have presents for me. Are you that someone, [Yuu]-chan～?

Requested by @farfalla049.

[faireyhouses]

— frostbite (cg!nat) 𓈒 btyb au

Summary: Jackie's not in her bed.

Contents: reg!jackie 𓈒 panic 𓈒 descriptions of That Night 𓈒 wilderness related trauma 𓈒 mentions of death

WC: 971

A/N: was possessed by an idea and just started typing so it probably doesn't make much sense and most definetly sucks, but I just wanted to get something out about Nat's feelings about That Night and how they could possibly impact her later on while the idea was there. Might try to rewrite this at a later date when I'm more awake & coherent.

Nat isn't sure why she does it.

Jackie's room is the opposite way down the hall from her room, and despite having only wanted to get back under her cozy covers when she had been in the bathroom, once she steps out she turns her back to her doorway and makes her way to the other door.

It's closed, and for a moment she pauses, hand hovering over the knobs as she stares at the butterfly and kitten stickers stuck to the wood.

But there's a tug in the back of her mind that makes her hand move, twisting the door open and gently pushing it open enough for her to peek her head in and catch a glimpse of the sleeping figure nestled comfortably under the pink and blue sheets.

Except, when her eyes slide over the edge of the bed, the covers are flat, tossed aside haphazardly, and empty.

There's a second where nothing occurs, a moment of fleeting peace before the cold of the wooden floor under her barefeet and the sight of frost sticking to the window suddenly jerks her mind back, back to the cold and the slush of snow under her boots, back to the air coming out in puffs in the night sky, back to that night.

She can almost feel the frost on her skin now as it all comes slamming back to her, the weight of her gun on her shoulder and the burning of her nose and ears as the falling frost had bit at her feeling almost real.

She can hear the guttural scream she had let out when she had realized the pile of snow by the grave of a fire was not just a log, but Jackie. Her sweet baby who had laid there with her skin turning blue, buried under the powder for who knows how long.

She remembers dragging Jackie inside, crying and screaming as everyone had swarmed around her, unhelpful questions falling from their mouths as she had stumbled towards the fire.

She can remember the flames licking at her fingertips as she had shoved wood into it, the coldness of Jackie's skin under hers as she had frantically undressed her.

She can feel the fear of losing Jackie, actually losing her, once again overtake her whole being now, drilling into her bones and soul as she stares at the tossled sheets.

Except when she turns, ready to start running down the hall banging on doors, throwing together a search party, she finds Jackie there behind her, in her pink pajamas and bunny slippers, her sippy cup clutched in her hands.

Nat nearly falls to her knees right then, managing to crouch upright as she pulls Jackie into a tight hug, her arms enveloping her as she presses her face to her hair, breathing in the smell of her strawberry shampoo, unable to let go until she starts to squirm.

"Natty, you're hurting me." She whines, and Nat's body snaps back, her hands staying firm on her arms in an attempt to ground herself.

Jackie's looking at her weird, and Nat can't blame her, she must look horrible, pale and wide eyed like she'd seen a ghost. And it's like she had, except instead of just seeing it she had experienced it's death over again, raw and up close.

"Why are you up, Natty? Are you sick?" Jackie's look turns scrutinizing, her eyes searching for some sign. "Are you cold?" She continues quickly, eyes wide. "Do you want my slippers?"

"No, no, I- I was just checking on you sweetheart." Nat manages before Jakcie can sit down and start pulling the white bunnies off her feet. "where were you?" She tries asking as casually as she can. Jackie tilits her head, holding up her cup. "Wanted juice."

Nat almost laughs at the innocent reason behind her spiral into panic, her hands finally dropping from Jackie's arms as she looks at her. "Can you help?" She asks hopefully and Nat nods without having to consider it for even a second, "Of course."

She's on autopilot once they're in the kitchen, nodding along to Jackie’s rambles as she opens the fridge and fills her cup with some apple juice, aware in the back of her mind she probably should be giving her water instead, but pushing it aside when Jackie beams as she takes her cup.

Nat follows her back to her room, watching as she had calmly climbed back into her bed, pulling the sheets that had caused her so much panic around herself, snuggling underneath them as Nat had bent to give her a kiss on her forehead, her hand lingering on her face as she feels the reassuring warmtm under her skin.

"Nat?" She pauses, turning back towards Jackie, a worry that she would try to ask if she was okay again starting to form before she speaks again.

"Will you stay with me?" Normally Nat would have said no, she had work early tomorrow and Jackie hadn't woken up from an accident or nightmare, but tonight Nat knows she can't go back to her own bed, all the way down the hall.

"Yeah. I'll stay." She says softly, carefully situating herself in the bed once Jakcie had wiggled over, laying down beside her as she watches her burrow under her sheets, warm, happy, alive.

She was fine. She'd be fine, Nat tells herself as she watches her close her eyes. She'd open them again in the morning and they'd go downstairs to eat breakfast with all the other girls. And Nat would patiently stop on the porch like she did every morning and let Jackie button her coat before she told her she'd see her once the clock read three thirty.

And she would see her again, because they were safe now. Together. Not back there.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

more vampdrew please? I can't wait until he gets to feed on neil hehe 🧛

WIP Wednesday (4/16) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 241)

ANDREW

Tuesday crawls towards Andrew, a skittish and hesitant thing. When it finally brushes up against his leg like a friendly stray, he wakes with a hunger deep in his soul. It was like this the last time too. Those few morning hours before he first put his mouth on the oh so tantalizing Kevin Day were perhaps the worst ones, craving-wise, for Andrew. The anticipation had him raring and chomping at the bit for a taste. He'd woken like this the first Saturday after they made their deal. And here he is again, using all his willpower to not drag Neil out of his dorm in the middle of the night— Technically it is Tuesday morning, but it's so early only Wymack and the birds are awake.

Regardless, this hunger is an all-consuming one but it holds a promise. Today Andrew was finally going to get to jam his teeth into Neil for the first time. He sighs through his nose at the thought. Eager as he is to sample, there's no way Neil can taste as good as Kevin. Andrew just doesn't think it's possible. If he's honest, comparing the two would be akin to comparing apples and oranges. 

Or perhaps a double chocolate cake versus a strawberry milkshake. The two are completely different indulgences, yet still delectable to someone with a sweet tooth. And Neil does smell sweet. Sickeningly so in the locker rooms after practice. Andrew has been wondering since they met if he and Kevin are something special, if the two of them somehow share something unique in their DNA that makes them so irresistible.

In fact he has been counting down the hours since Neil stepped out of this dorm on Saturday afternoon. A few minutes after Neil had gone, Andrew go the bright idea to hop into Seth Gordon's tiny mind to see Neil's reaction from his roommate's point of view. But he quickly yanked himself out of that mess because Seth was so preoccupied with the woman on his lap he didn't even notice Neil come in. Andrew shudders and vows to never repeat that experience again.

He supposes that's what he gets for looking into someone's head without their permission. However it didn't stop him from dropping in on Renee a moment later, when he heard the door across the hall open and shut a second time. He watched through her kind eyes as she welcomed Neil into the girls' dorm and Matt checked him over for grievous Andrew-induced injuries. He found none of course. 

Neil's explanation about their 'disagreement'— what a funny little word to use after being kidnapped and drugged against his will and dragged into a dorm by a vampire. Nonetheless it was much better than the alternative people tended to use when they failed to see eye-to-eye with Andrew— was a nice touch. It was obvious the upperclassmen weren't buying it, but Neil slapped 40% off stickers on the story and they took it anyway. Possibly they knew it was a bargain, that believing it would be easier than figuring out Andrew and Neil's real issues.

Anyway, it's Tuesday— though only barely. Andrew's phone says it's just past three in the morning and he is lying in his bed, almost shaking as he imagines his fangs piercing Neil's flesh. He can picture the face Neil might make, the sound that might fall out of him, the way he'll taste. Fleetingly Andrew wonders if this is how Kevin feels the morning before a game and nearly gags at the thought. 

Speaking of Kevin, Andrew turns to his side to look down at the bottom bunk across from him. The striker is curled in on himself a bit, the way he normally sleeps. Like he's expecting a rude awakening, a kick to the ribs, or both. Andrew watches him breathe for a little while before rolling around and trying to make himself fall back asleep. He's nearly managed when it catches it. It's difficult with so many peoples' dreaming playing like a dozen TV channels all at once, but there's a whimper.

At the familiar, pitiful noise, Andrew leans unwisely over the railing on his bunk to stare down at Kevin, its source. He waits for a moment and hears it yet again. He frowns down at the human before pulling his thoughts to the front and pasting them over everything else.

He's having a nightmare. Of course he is.

Andrew watches for only a few seconds before deciding to intervene. He promised to protect Kevin from Riko, did he not? What sort of vampire would he be if he left Kevin alone in this terrible dream? After tossing himself down from his bunk, Andrew lands silently on his feet beside Kevin's bed and shakes his shoulder. "Kevin, wake up. Now."

[funkbun]

TOP TEN BUGSNAX HIDDEN SECRETS AND FUN FACTS:

Some totally WILD things that YOU might have never known about BUGSNAX!

1. The first Bugsnak created was Rootle, as confirmed in some 2019 interviews with Young Horses. It was also supposed to be the mascot for the series, but Paletoss was the far more cuter mascot.

2. Grumpuses as a species are just genetically modified humans, created eons ago (2016). They were all told to leave Earth, and now all live on the planet the game takes place on. This will be a major plotpoint in Bugsnax 5: We Know The Bugs Are Parasites Again, coming out in 2040.

3. If you jump over the shorter grumpuses (Gramble, Beffica, Wambus, etc), your friendship points with them will go down, and you'll get a stern talking to. Be nice!!!!!!!

4. The player can actually solve the Frosted Peak door puzzle before Major Celebration. Doing this makes 75% of the late game events completely useless, and most of the grumpuses have a high chance of dying. But HEY, you get to find Lizbert!

5. When searching through the game files, you can find models meant for every type of bug and every type of snack that shows up in this game as Bugsnax. Next to Bunger's model files, for example, you'll be able to see a fully modeled cheeseburger and rhinoceros beetle. Really shows you how dedicated these devs were!

6. Cromdo is gay

7. Much like the hidden Triplicate Message in Boiling Bay before the Isle of Bigsnax dlc, when you click Triffany's photobook in her and Wambus' hut, you'll get a message saying "Bronica's Tragic Awful Backstory Is NOT Finished, Now PLEASE Look Away!!!" with a silhouette of Bronica's sticker next to it.

8. The game was set to be released all the way back in 2007, but it was pushed back because Adolescent Horses couldn't figure out what the name for that silly blue guy should be. They went through hundreds, possibly thousands of name choices all those years, but couldn't find one that truly fit that guy. In November 2020, just 2 days before the game released, they got it! They're gonna name that blue guy Philbo.

9. The real villain of the game is that one Flamin' Cheepoof found in Boiling Bay. It may not seem obvious to you, but after listening to what those Old Horses have to say, you'll get it.

10. On the first day of the fourth month of the year 2024, some person with a blog will give out some strange but interesting information about Bugsnax. Don't know why they all waited four years to reveal this information, but whatever.

The TOTALLY REAL and RELIABLE sources for all of these facts have all been compiled into THIS VIDEO! Wow!

[wayfayrr]

Hey there, I wondered if Tears ever gets insecure about his arm, scars or possibly even his height. Like I find his height absolutely perfect and adorable but he is smaller than most other people and it might bother him?

So I've been wondering how he acts when insecure and what would be a good way to comfort him. I would just hold him and try to convince him of all the good qualities he has. As well as petting through his hair. Making him feel loved and secure. And honestly an extraordinary arm isn't that bad, it doesn't affect who he is after all.

I wonder if that would help or he'd need some other form of comfort. Or maybe to be left alone. Anything from an answer to hc's to a short story or even deletion is fine! If you even have time and are willing that is!

Have a great day! <3

I absolutely loved this request, thank you so much for it - I've gone with three different possible scenarios for why he could be dealing with feeling insecure and some headcanons for how you could help him feel better about himself after each one <3 There is one major one I left out but the issue regarding his memories will definitely be explored some time soon!

honestly exploring tears is just so fun, it's nice tearing into his different layers :3c headcanons under the cut!

[masterlist]

due to his prosthetic 

✦ This is the easiest of his insecurities to deal with, as it only really tends to show itself when his phantom pains act up. 

✦ he’s long used to having lost his arm by the point that you meet, having had to figure out a replacement for when Rauru’s arm faded after his second quest was over.

✦ despite that though he still isn’t used to the ricocheting pain he gets once every so often, less now than when he was first still drowned in gloom but still just as debilitating. 

✦ He just needs to taken away from other people and shown affection, reassured that his is a benefit rather than something people only pity him for. 

✦ it’s all he really needs in those moments of vulnerability, when he can feel the flesh being shredded from his none existent bone. 

“Wouldn't it be better if there was some way to just have my arm go back to how it should be? That way I wouldn’t be such a burden when he decides to haunt me again.” “Sherbert whatever do you mean? You aren’t a burden for this, why even consider it?” “The whole group has had to come to a stop just because of this stupid pain and I know you’ve seen time getting pissed off with me for the things I can do with it.” “Time’s just an old man who’s worried about your safety, he means no harm with it. Wars got the rest to come to a stop for the same reason, not because you’re a burden, but because we care for you.” “But If my arm wasn’-” “Your arm is part of who you are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, I love you for you Li, don’t even waste your energy thinking otherwise.”

✦ another way to help him through these patches is more to do with also indulging his love for learning about your home, or well more to the point - stickers. Giving him ones with meaning and that he thinks are pretty help him to work his confidence back. Because it wouldn't be possible without his arm!

due to his height 

✦ This comes out even rarer than his doubts about his arm, and only due to a very specific scenario and that’s if you’re talking about Earth's beauty standards - how taller people are often seen as more attractive.

✦ If you aren’t quick to say otherwise he’s going to assume that’s what you think too, it’s going to do a real number on his self esteem - because the thing is, he never really cares about what other people think about him, it simply doesn’t even register as something he should be worried about before he met you outside of the memory issue but that’s a whole other thing 

✦ this is the first time that something that REALLY has never been an issue for him becomes a big problem, if you aren’t aware of why he’s feeling like this then the sudden shift will come as a surprise. As he starts to avoid you and tear up whenever you see him before leaving. The rest of the chain mention that they’ve seen him tinkering with things but no one has seen exactly what it is.  

✦ the reason it came up was possibly from another member of the chains jealousy of how close the two of you were before this, or simply another villager trying to get you to go with them ‘because why wouldn’ t you want a tall handsome guy? 

✦ the sooner you can catch on and comfort him the better, as it’ll give it less time to get stuck in his head that you aren’t comforting him because it’s true, and it’s harder to tell himself that it isn’t while you’re pretty much confirming it

✦ but when you finally do get through to him that you don’t care about his height? That you aren’t secretly judging him for being so short? He’ll have a little moment where he breaks down, he’s been avoiding you for so long… and for what? All that time with you he’s missed over such a ridiculous reason will haunt him for at least a few days. 

“Tears? Link what are you doing? You’ve been avoiding me for nearly a week now. And - are those?” “I, no I haven’t been ‘avoiding’ you, just, I’ve just been busy… yeah.” “Were you just making those stilts this whole time? Is that why you’ve blanked me, seriously?” “I just - I, that - in the village.” “Hey, hey lilac there’s no need to cry love, I’m not angry, I’ve just missed you. You don’t have to tell me why, it’s just worried me.” “It - that guy, what he said - I just, wouldn’t you prefer someone taller?” “Well someone taller wouldn’t be you love. And I couldn’t even imagine being with someone else.” “R-really?” “Really darling.”

✦ he'll be impossibly clingy and almost showy after the fact, to the point where other people start getting concerned about how close he's getting - but it's not like he's hurt anyone else over it yet but if the villager who planted the idea in his head ever appears again then, well who would blame him..?

due to his sexuality (haha demiromantic asexual tears hc stepping innn)

✦ This is a bit more of a unique one, because it isn’t something he’s had to put all that much thought into before, it’s just never come up, but when he hears how some of the others talk about relationships he starts to have doubts about himself. 

✦ He simply doesn’t feel things that the others have described and the things that he has felt happened so much slower than how they said it did for them. He simply can’t help but question if there was- is something wrong with him. 

✦ He only started to fall when he was good friends with you, not the instant connection that he heard that time had with malon, or twi with midna. He doesn’t want you the person who he loves more than his own life to be with someone who he’s starting to think as so broken. If he can’t feel love ‘right’ then how could he hope to treat you right? 

✦ If he learns about this being normal, about the fact that other people share the same things as him, that he has flags that can use to show off his identity? It’s the biggest relief that he’s felt since meeting someone who treated him like a person. 

✦ once he’s gotten it through his head that he’s not broken, and that he doesn’t need to be worried about not being enough for you. You accept him for what he is and aren’t trying to make him change. It’s something he very very rarely gets to experience, and it definitely helps him feel even closer to you in the end 

✦ some of the biggest comfort he gets is you just accepting him and letting his feelings progress at his natural rate, it’s one of the best things he could have hoped for.

[someonesrealityshifting]

.・✭・. Life Explanation .・✭・. ・

✭ My life is like a 2010s coming of age novel, but one of the ones with a shitty ending, like Before I Fall. Except it doesn't have a shitty ending, you just worry it might. My life is dancing in the rain and forgetting a coat and ending up with a cough but not caring because I was dancing with him. My life is climbing into abandoned buildings and befriending the rats who live there, leaving them food and telling them how pretty they are. My life is finding roadkill and bringing it home to pray for it and to send it to Thanatos gently, as he would want it.

✭ My life is making stupid decisions because I never got to as a kid. My life is smoking cheap cigarettes and coughing so hard I vow to quit, only to come back six hours later when he pulls out his lighter. My life is drawing on myself and loving it so much I go get it tattooed that day. My life is incohesive playlists and rants about movies and bugs I love. My life is collecting rainwater and rocks and bones I find, pressing flowers and leaves between the pages of limited edition books.

✭ My life is collecting soda pop tabs and butterfly wings and walnut shells because I can. My life is crying over the dead things I find and mourning them, giving even the worm I find on the sidewalk as it pours the simple respect of life. My life is constantly defending my position as an ambiamorous gay trans man as well as a leftist, an anarchist, quite possibly a communist, because my idea that all living things have inherent worth is apparently 'radical'.

✭ My life is tiny jars and using watercolor on canvas even though you're absolutely not supposed to use watercolor on canvas. My life is painting my nails outside because I don't want to risk my dog inhaling the fumes and feeding my gecko by hand because he's a diva but I also can't touch him because it frightens him. My life is car rides to vibe-based playlists, sticking my arms out the window and screaming when I see a puppy in the next car.

✭ My life is loving, endlessly and without remorse. Giving my love to anyone who will take it, accept it, regardless of whether or not it's reflected back at me, because if one can hate without cause, why can I, too, not love the same way? My life is shamelessly blocking and cutting off toxic people because I'm worth more, because the people I love are worth more.

✭ My life is holding a cat like a baby, because I'm a bit too fucked up to have a real one, and dancing around the house with it, telling it how much I love it as shitty music blares from the phone in my pocket. My life is putting stickers on my canes and headphones and every electronic device I have because they deserve to feel pretty, too. My life is putting too many layers of dye in my hair and not caring because it makes me feel better. My life is asking "would you still love me if I was a worm?" a thousand times and never getting bored of the answers.

✭ My life is keeping Loki's altar in my kitchen because it's never not chaotic as all hell in there, even if the odd assortment of things he likes is a bit of an eyesore; that's where he belongs. My life is keeping Christmas lights up all the year round because they're pretty and I love them. My life is finding a spot where I can see the sky without light pollution and staring at the stars for as long as I can, even though I know so very few of them, just because they're beautiful and I can. My life is getting a shitty camera from, like, 2015 because it's cheap and it has decent exposure, and even though the pictures always come out a little blurry, I pin them to the wall over our bed anyway.

✭ My life is writing poetry on every available surface, buying a shit ton of notebooks in August when they're 25 cents each and them all being full by March. My life is texting him "this song reminded me of you" at 3am when I know we should be asleep but neither of us are. My life is freaking out anytime I see a cat, because fucking look at him, he's such a cutie, aaa he booped meeee. My life is listening to Taylor Swift because they like it, and because I'd do anything to make them smile, even if I think "Antihero" is the single stupidest song I've ever heard in my life.

✭ My life is the word 'paladin', which is not only my dad's favorite WOW class, but it's my mom's favorite episode of bones. "Paladin" means, "I will always protect you. I will not choose violence for myself, because I can keep myself safe enough, but I would burn the world for you, because I love you, and I will hurt anyone, even myself, to keep you safe." My life is my parents telling me at age 9 that to love a hero was to hate one's self. That a hero would sacrifice you to save the world, that a villain had no such obligation. To always love the villain, the person most likely to hurt everyone but you.

✭ My life is painting on a 60 year old denim jacket and having no idea how to get the paint off so I just take a razor to the paint to get it a bit thinner and then saving up money so I can buy a Vincian flag to hide the marks it left behind. My life is having a bunch of scars from stupid things, and being proud to share each misadventure, because they define me, because I let them. My life is wishing I wasn't clean until I meet him and them and maybe deciding that I prefer having marks from love than self loathing.

✭ My life is waking up with my legs tangled in theirs only to get up before they do, going to make us shitty coffee because it's the only kind I know how to make, but they drink it anyway because I also make French toast so it's palatable. My life is house plants that I take care of exquisitely for years only to leave them in his care for a week and find them to be on the verge of death. My life is eating too much chocolate and dragging them both into the living room to build a pillow fort and watch Bluey for 6 hours on a random Friday night.

✭ My life is thrift shopping and buying shit I know I'll never use, simply because I can afford it, and because I love it, and because I can. My life is gardening all of spring and summer and never leaving the woods in autumn and shoveling until my knees buckle in winter. My life is learning how to swim in a creek because I don't trust anyone but the two of them to teach me.

✭ My life is love. My life is light. My life is making myself feel whole, and being able to give myself to the people who love me and the people whom I love. My life is happy, and warm, and safe. My life is starlight and wholesome until it's dark moons and dirty jokes, and even then, the sun comes back the next morning, and so do the gentle kisses and caresses. My life is safety and comfort and value, inherent and known, in every person I come across.

[coupleoffanfics]

Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time. 

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

[howlsofbloodhounds]

So I was doing some looking around and researching into possible real life equivalents for Color’s physical condition, such as his fragility to the point of possible death if he overexerts his abilities.

Color’s condition—which is characterized by physical fragility, fatigue, and the potential for severe physical deterioration—has similarities to several real-life conditions that affect energy levels, muscle strength, and overall physical integrity such as:

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) / Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME)

Symptoms: Extreme fatigue that doesn’t improve with rest, muscle and joint pain, cognitive difficulties, and post-exertional malaise (worsening of symptoms after physical or mental exertion).

Like Color, individuals with CFS/ME have limited energy reserves and can experience significant physical and cognitive fatigue from overexertion. They need to carefully manage their activity levels to avoid severe consequences.

Osteogenesis Imperfecta (Brittle Bone Disease)

Symptoms: Fragile bones that break easily, muscle weakness, and fatigue.

The physical fragility and risk of cracking or breaking with exertion in Color's body can be likened to the bone fragility in individuals with osteogenesis imperfecta. Managing physical stress and avoiding overexertion is crucial.

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS)

Symptoms: Hypermobile joints, skin that bruises easily, chronic pain, and fatigue.

The combination of fragility, easy bruising or tearing (cracking in Color’s case), and chronic fatigue can parallel the experiences of those with EDS, where physical stress can lead to significant issues.

Like individuals with CFS/ME, Color would need to pace his activities, taking frequent breaks and avoiding overexertion to prevent severe fatigue and physical damage. He might need to prioritize his activities, focusing on essential tasks and avoiding unnecessary exertion.

Similar to those with brittle bone disease, Color would need to avoid situations that could physically stress his body and lead to cracking or dusting.

He might use supportive devices or strategies to minimize physical strain, such as ergonomic tools for photography or mobility aids for traveling.

Techniques to manage chronic pain and discomfort, which could include medication, physical therapy, or other interventions. Ensuring adequate nutrition to support his body’s needs and potentially mitigate some of the fatigue and physical issues.

Developing coping mechanisms to handle the emotional stress of his physical condition, possibly through therapy or support groups. Relying on friends like Killer, Epic, Delta, and Beta for emotional support and understanding during difficult times.

Some supportive devices or strategies Color might make use of at his leisure, particularly with matters such as traveling and hiking, he could use things like orthopedic supports, mobility aids, things for pain management, adaptive equipment, assistive technology and more.

He could use braces and splints to support unstable joints and prevent injuries, and/or compression garments to help with joint stability and reduce pain.

Mobility aids such as walking poles or trekking poles to provide stability and reduce impact on joints during hiking. (His walking poles are definitely covered in stickers and drawings from all his friends.)

He could use portable heat and cold packs to help manage pain and inflammation as well as portable massager to relieve muscle tension and pain.

Adaptive equipment such as ergonomic backpacks designed to reduce strain and distribute weight evenly. Adjustable hiking sticks for customization based on height and terrain.

Voice-Activated apps and devices for navigation and reducing the need for physical interaction with devices. Smartphone apps for tracking symptoms, medication, and managing energy levels.

Stress- relief tools like stress balls, fidget toys, or calming apps to help manage PTSD symptoms or overstimulation.

Personal comfort items or sensory aids that provide emotional support during travel or hiking, such as all the evidence and trinkets of his loved ones back home or spiritual/religious items or symbols. Techniques and tools for managing fatigue, like scheduled rest breaks and planning shorter, manageable hikes.

Travel planning apps to help with organizing trips, finding accessible accommodations, and managing health needs.

(And of course this isn’t supposed to be me diagnosing color with anything, or saying what he does or doesn’t have. Mostly just to take some things this character experiences and link it to some real life equivalents, that could potentially help better understand him and what he deals with.)

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hi hi hi!! I saw you were doing matchups for crk and really wanted to get one myself out of curiousity who i would get :3

My name is Butter, i go by he/they pronouns and i am a beginner artist and furry!! I am short, have long dark brown hair, glasses with purple frame, i am somewhere between average and chubby. I am a pansexual and trans individual but i am in a very homophobic household </3

I tend to wear whatever, though i go for things that tend to cover my body more like hoodies or turtlenecks, and i really like wearing jeans for some reason they are rlly comfy for me

I am really into video games and i tend to collect things alot, motly things associated with butterflies because, well, i love butterfies!!! And also i ahve a shit ton of stickers.. i will literally get anyting thst is either butterfly related or is a sticker I NEED MORE STICKERS

I tend to be a rather shy person when trying to make a good first impression, but i can quickly go "fuck it" and become rlly hyper because i am a ball of energy yearning to be released. I am usually really talkitive with people who are close to me. But i have a hard time starting conversations.

And some people who are really close to be tend to describe me as.. freaky.... though only a certain group of people see that side. Though some might even describe me as a violent ankle biter (cant blame them </3)

My hobbies are things you would expect from a beginner artist: drawing, making things out of paper. But there are also other hobbies i have! Like fishing and doing sports! I am really into climbing and i jave already gotten a few medals in the past :3

Speaking of competitions, i am also rather competitive when it comes to fighting. Me and my brothers used to have gun fights (WITH TOY GUNS NOT REAL ONES) and i was always described to have a weird interest in fighting despite not being the strongest tool in the shed. (i am insanely physically weak).

I have a tendency to stay up late alot, idk why but sleep just doesnt take me. And i tend to eat as a way to cope and i have always been on the line between average and chubby despite my eating habbits.

I tend to use alot of weird terms to express myself, and just say random words in general. I think they are called vocal stims actually? Well, some of the examples of these are thins like baller, guh, pluh, creature and random song lyrics. Though they are strangly never modern terms?

I think thats all :3

I match you with...

Peach Blossom Cookie!!

Whenever he has to leave you for any reason he’ll try to bring something back for you, any stickers or something that’s a butterfly, he’s buying and keeping it safe until he returns. And funnily enough there are plenty of butterflies around the peach trees.

Doesn’t mind taking the lead with conversations, if anything he’s more than willing. He encourages you to try start the conversation but takes over if needed. Can deal with you being hyper surprisingly well for who he deals with.

He loves seeing any drawings you make, if you’re willing he’ll probably hang some up around your room. Also keeps any paper crafts you make, they have a special spot on his shelves.

Isn’t the biggest fan of fishing or doing sports, he’s more content to watch you do them but might join you every once in a while.

Whenever you climb something he always gets a bit worried in case something goes wrong but he knows that you’ll be fine. (If not, he's by your side.)

While he tends to sleep early or as early as possible he seems to always know when you don’t sleep, so he tries to help you in any way. It often ends with him falling asleep while you’re still awake late at night.

Doesn’t mind if you’re a little weird, if anything he mimics you back in a ‘it’s funny so I’ll encourage you’ kinda way. Won’t stop you unless the situation doesn’t allow it. But he enjoys hearing your noises.

Peach Blossom Cookie 4

Madeleine Cookie 2

Royal Margarine Cookie 2

Silverbell Cookie 2

Eclair Cookie 1

Kouign-Amann Cookie 1

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie 1

Raspberry Cookie 1