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flipside-phoebe · 7 months

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Pheobe and Lucky if you feel up to it for the character analysis. (You don't have to do both if you don't want to btw)

Character Analysis ask game!

This is going to be long, so I'm putting it under a read more:

Phoebe:

My overall opinion on the character: She is my favorite!!!💖 Even before we knew her name and all we had to go on was some vague information about casting, I was already obsessed. A little girl as the lead of a Ghostbusters movie? Who would've thought! She's the character I wish I had when I was her age, but I'm so glad to have her now. She's an inspiration to children, great autistic representation, and a worthy successor to Egon while being an interesting character in her own right!

One virtue they have: She displays an aptitude for science and a natural curiosity for the world around her. It's what leads her to uncovering the truth and connecting with the past. This is tempered with caution, although she still has much to learn. She is very much the "brains" of the new team.

One flaw they have: Her headstrong nature means that she's willing to stand up for herself, but it could land her in trouble if she's not careful. She's lucky the only punishment she got after the Muncher incident was losing access to the Ghostbusters gear, especially after she threatened a cop with the proton pack. She got the "Your mother!" instinct from her grandfather, it seems.

Favorite moment from their arc: Hard to pick! Phoebe is funny, witty and brave. The finale is the culmination of everything that the movie is leading up to, with Phoebe completing what Egon started and facing off against Gozer. When Egon's ghost appears to give her that last bit of support she needs, he's passing the torch to the next generation. What a beautiful moment both in the universe of the franchise and for what it means to us fans!

Least favorite moment from their arc: Callie getting angry at Phoebe is just hard to watch. Of course she's mad about her child getting in a dangerous situation and causing property damage, but when Phoebe asks why her mom never told her about Egon she calls him an asshole. It could've been worse though. Originally Callie was going to break the PKE meter but test audiences hated her for that. There was also a deleted scene where Phoebe said casually suggested Janine's grandma had dementia. So yeah, the Spengler women are really mean in the deleted scenes for some reason, glad those didn't make it in the final film.

One relationship they have with another character: Her friendship with Podcast parallels Egon and Ray, but the difference here is that we get to see how they first meet. Phoebe and Podcast connect because they are both a little different. Podcast gets her dry humor and seems to be the first real friend she's made. When she introduces him to Trevor she calls him a "friend" like it's the first time she's said the word. The little smile she has when he laughs at her joke is so cute.

One relationship I'd like to see explored from this character: There's a lot of relationships I'd like to see more of between Phoebe and other characters so it's hard to narrow it down. Through their brief interactions, we get a good sense of how close she and her brother are, even with the occasional bickering. It would be nice to see more of that along with how their relationship with their mother evolved after the events of Afterlife. I'd also like to know how she gets along with Ray, Peter and Winston. Are they going to be training her and the other kids?

What I would have liked to see happen with them in the media: There was a cut scene that showed Phoebe firing the proton pack in a field of corn, making it pop in the air. She would have tried grabbing some and catching it on her tongue like falling snow. This was actually the first scene Jason Reitman imagined for the character before the story was written. It's really cute and imaginative! I understand why it was cut since there's already a scene of Phoebe testing the Proton pack at the foundry, but it would have still been fun to see as a featurette or something.

Lucky:

My overall opinion on the character: It's interesting, When I read the casting call it was clear we'd have 4 lead characters, one of whom was going to be the love interest of "Teen Boy." I speculated a lot on what she'd be like, and somehow correctly guessed she'd be played by a black actor and that she'd get possessed in the final act. A lot of other ideas I had about her were just wild guesses. She's not very popular in the fandom since she didn't get to do a lot in the movie, but I was always more enamored with thinking about who she could be. I think she's got a lot of potential and hope to see that shine in future installments.

One virtue they have: She has aspirations outside of Summerville and the desire to see more of what life has to offer. It's clear she's level-headed and rational, as shown when she corrects Podcast on the little factoid about fingernails. I get the impression she's someone who can step back and see the bigger picture.

One flaw they have: What flaws? 💅✨ Honestly though, having only appeared in one film and having so little screen time means that she hasn't really had a chance to show any obvious flaws or make big mistakes. At worst, she's passive. She knew Shandor's name was on everything but didn't question it until Phoebe and co brought her into their adventure.

Favorite moment from their arc: Her and Trevor sitting over the mine shaft and talking about their lives was a nice scene. It helped give some insight into both of them and revealed a bit more of what was going on in the town. I also enjoy seeing her suit up and use the proton pack!

Least favorite moment from their arc: I have mixed feelings about the moment where Zuul possesses Lucky. On the one hand, it's a great way to raise the stakes and further display the Terror Dog's powers (They can switch from one host to another!) but it also undermines Lucky's impressive entrance and her attempts to fight Gozer don't amount to much. As it stands now, canon has a chance to build on this moment by showing us the effect it had her. Is she haunted by nightmares about being possessed? Does she feel the need to prove herself a more capable Ghostbuster?

One relationship they have with another character: As contrived as the implied romance between her and Trevor comes across, I do like their interactions. He's smitten by her, but she responds to him with teasing. Later on she warms up to him and they talk about their lives. She's (rightfully) upset about him lying about his age to work at the same place as her, but after that we see little moments between them that show chemistry and understanding. I would like to see more of them together, even if only platonically.

One relationship I'd like to see explored from this character: Her parents! We know the sheriff is her dad but don't get to see much of them together. I'd like to know what he thinks about his daughter getting involved in the supernatural or her new friends. I'm also curious about her mom, we never see her. I had the headcanon that her mom passed away due to cancer, but it's possible she's alive and will appear in a sequel. Only time will tell.

What I would have liked to see happen with them in the media: I've gone over the the final battle in my head and tried to figure out other ways to do it, but I can't really think of a good alternative. Maybe it would've helped if Lucky was more involved in the story before that point, so the audience would be more attached to her. She could have done some more investigating after seeing the Terror Sentinel fly out of the mine.

#mera's answers #anon #long post #character analysis #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #phoebe spengler #lucky domingo #Thanks anon!!#sorry it took me a while I was tired #I love talking about these characters they mean a lot to me

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claymorexpunisher · 2 years

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Liberación- Ch.1/? (WWE Fic) (18+) (Repost)

Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've have ever imagined...

Main Pairings: Drew McIntyre/OFC, Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Finn Bálor/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley

Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Liv Morgan, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, and more.

Tags: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knife play, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.

Word Count: 3,733

‘’Tammie, can you zip me up please?’’ I asked my friend and co-worker as I assessed my bouncy curls through the full-length mirror in my dressing room.

‘’Sure thing, H.'’ she replied, getting to work on my cobalt blue and black corset.

My name is Blaze... Harper under ‘’normal’’ circumstances.

But not tonight.

Tonight, was a huge night for all of us!

The grand opening of my new BDSM and Kink club!

Liberación.

Liberación came to fruition a couple years ago after a particularly messy and volatile marriage that ended… well, for now let’s just say it ended badly.

I had been married to my ex-husband Jason for about 4 years.

We met at a dingy club when I was 17 and he was about twice my age.

Can you say, ‘’creep’’?!

What I didn’t know at the time, was that he was a reality demon.

He distorted my thoughts to such a degree that I eventually began turning on my friends and family in order to please him.

But he didn’t really show his true colors until about 8 months later, when we got married.

Like two dumb, immature morons, we drove off to Vegas as soon as I turned 18 and tied the knot.

To say my friends and family flipped their shit is a gross understatement but I didn’t blame them.

They never liked him, and I swore it was just simply because they didn’t know him.

Jason and I were in love… until we weren’t.

Not even a month after we got married, it was like he felt as if he didn’t need to try anymore.

He went from this really attentive, romantic, playful- almost disgustingly sappy guy, to someone I just didn’t recognize anymore.

I guess he felt that once he had me ‘’on lock’’, he didn’t have to put in any effort anymore.

Now, I’m not a fancy schmancy kinda girl.

I never really was.

I much always preferred a quiet, peaceful evening at home, just the two of us and some takeout and The Food Network on.

Or a scary movie, or some other trash tv.

A simple gal if you will.

But I’m not gonna lie and say I didn’t enjoy the grand gestures he used to reel me in when we first started seeing each other.

He made me feel so special.

So loved unconditionally.

And safe.

Three key things I rarely, if ever felt from a man in my entire 20 some years of life.

But all of a sudden it just… stopped.

Poof.

Over.

And it was almost like I never even existed to him unless he had a stressful day at work, and he wanted someone to bicker with without the threat of being told off, or he wanted me to do something for him.

Most of the people around me saw the relationship for what it was way before I had the balls to snap out of it.

Jason was never my partner, my equal, or someone who respected me in any sense of the word.

My age, my unresolved emotional trauma, and my naivety along with the supernatural powers he had that allowed him to shift my reality just made me an easy target to him.

We jumped into a pseudo-Dom/Sub dynamic in our relationship.

Some might say a little too quickly.

He drilled it into my head that I ‘’wasn’t a good Sub if I didn’t do as I was told.’’

And like so many young and impressionable young people who meet the wrong person who says the right things, I believed him.

It’s hard to not feel stupid, even now.

But in the back of my mind, I know it wasn’t my fault.

I had watched my own mother try to power through a loveless marriage for most of my formative years and I swore up and down that that would never be my life.

All my friends who knew about us.

And they warned me about him.

They warned me that it would turn out horribly, but I just didn’t care to listen.

And so, I ignored even the smallest signs that would come up in our relationship.

Even thinking about it now, I don’t know if I ignored those signs because I didn’t care, or because I was so hellbent on proving to myself and everyone around me that I was making the right choices in my life.

I didn’t snap out of it until one day, when I quite literally had to fight for my life in order to get out of the deep shit that I found myself in.

But by then I felt that I had burnt way too many bridges with those who did nothing but love and support me.

So, I thought about running.

Running off to God knows where and starting a brand-new life away from here.

Away from all the horrible memories.

Until I got a visit from my mom and one of my best friends, Tatianna.

They reminded me that I was in fact loved.

And that if I had burnt any bridges, it sure as hell wasn’t with them.

They welcomed me back with open arms and gave me time to heal.

They knew what Jason had done, but when it comes to reality demons, nobody can break you out of their power, except for you.

So, they did the hardest thing any loving person could do, and they waited.

They waited for me to get myself out of the situation I was in and to ask for the help I needed.

And slowly I began to heal.

Being entrapped by a reality demon is a lot like being trapped in your own body.

Fuck… it’s an absolute living nightmare.

Your subconscious knows there’s something wrong, but you can’t quite pinpoint what it is.

And you’re constantly fighting against what you know is real and what you're being told is real.

And if the demon knows you’re already vulnerable, it just makes it all the easier for them to suck the essence out of you until there’s not much left.

What’s sick is that even though I knew something was wrong, I still spent all that time in my subconscious, hoping that he would go back to that charming, funny, and thoughtful man that I had first met.

I spent so much time trying to carve him into the man of my dreams that I didn’t realize I was wasting away in the process.

I was chipping away at pieces of myself until there was nothing left.

In the smallest part of me that was still me, I knew that the things he was doing to me weren’t okay.

He wasn't ''challenging me as my Dom''.

He wasn't ''helping me be the best I could be'', as he always put it.

But eventually with a little more use of his power, I would brush it all off and decide that what was being done to me was a good thing.

If I couldn’t be what he wanted me to be, then it was perfectly fine that he tried to mold me himself.

But thankfully, once I snapped out of it, I never looked back.

I know who I am now.

And that's all thanks to my wonderful mother, amazing friends and family... and okay, maybe I did have to turn my feelings off for a couple months (vampires are great for that!) and that almost turned into another disaster, but that's neither here nor there.

Through all that healing, the seed of Liberacion was planted...

(Next Chapter.)

#wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe fluff #wrestling fic #wwe fan fiction #roman reigns #baron corbin #drew mcintyre #sasha banks #liv morgan #seth rollins #becky lynch #roman reigns fan fiction #baron corbin fan fiction #drew mcintyre fan fiction

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jdjdddnn · 9 months

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Don't know if this is weird, but I have this idea that akiteru, alisa, miwa, saeko (from haikyuu) and sae (from blue lock) are all in one big friend group cus all their younger siblings are friends with eachother.

Like they all find out about the drama between the itoshi brothers and they're like "nah brother, we gotta fix this shit. " So they lock both rin and sae into a closet while forcing them to watch compilations of people breaking pasta until they talk about their feelings (cus I saw someone saying the itoshi brothers were Italian and ever since then I've been imagining rin as the Italian equivalent of Gordon ramsey with a curly moustache).

And it surprisingly works and they talk and they resolve their issue but still have their own seperate issues like their emotional constipation so they don't start being properly brothers until all the older siblings gang up on them and force them to hang out, but with them secretly spying on them.

This is how I think it goes:

Saeko: psssst miwa.

Miwa: *busy trying to look non-suspicious so isn't replying*

Saeko: pssssssssssst

Alisa: shut up saeko, they're looking over here!

Akiteru: they are?! *dives into the bush and peeks out of it*

Alisa: what the fuck, Aki? That just draws more attention, you imbecile. *fondly rolling her eyes*

Miwa: yeah dude, I mean look at saeko shes practically a ninja

*they all look at her, to see saeko doing the t-pose next to a tree*

Alisa: why are we doing this again?

Akiteru: because that's what good friends do for each other

Miwa: fuck that, sae owes us all onigiri

Alisa: amen to that

Akiteru: hey guys, is saeko okay?

*proceed to saeko snoring standing, leaning up against the tree, nearly falling off the tree*

Alisa: yeah, she's fine

Rin and saes POV:

Rin: those buffoons are not subtle at all

Sae: agreed, what the fuck is saeko thinking doing the t-pose next to a tree? What does she think she is, a goddamn chameleon?

Rin: honestly knowing her, she's probably manifesting hard to be one with the tree

Sae: there's a reason why we have the tree pose, plus she could've just hugged the tree. That would be more subtle than whatever fuckery she's doing

Rin: didn't know you had the emotional capacity to make friends

Sae: they're like leeches, once they come in contact to you, they never come off

Rin: don't you think you're being over dramatic?

Sae: *scoffs* says Mr "your little japanese sight seeing trip is gonna turn traumatic"

Rin: *glaring* who tf told you about that?

Sae: *smirking* why your little friend barou

Rin: *glaring intensifies* that little shit is going to have it coming for him

Sae: who's over dramatic now? *giving the sideye*

*cue them bickering while the other older siblings fall asleep on tables, trees or in akiterus case a bush, where in which he got stuck in after he woke up*

#itoshi sae #itoshi rin #tsukishima akiteru #haiba alisa #tanaka saeko #kageyama miwa #haikyuu #blue lock #this took so long to write #i have a newfound admiration to those people that write whole pages of character analysis cus kudos to you man

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willel · 2 years

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i followed you because i love the concept of willel and i think you make excellent takes on the sibling duo, but sometimes it seems you take Will's side more than El's, even when it's not called for. Your last post, you tried to deflect by saying it wasn't Wills fault and ended it by saying it's actually El's "she put him in a slightly difficult and confusing situation.." El did not know she had to tell Will and it's okay to admit maybe Will could've understood social cues better and not the girl who was deprived socially the majority of her life. I also feel like this feeds into the overall problem within the ST fandom (and in general) of how the girls are easier to blame than boys, girls should be the more mature one, but we must protect and baby the boys. I can think of so many examples regarding the treatment of El but I'm sure you may know a few.

No, you misunderstand.

Imagine your bff or sibling has been like, lying to your parents about something and you had no idea. Your parent asks about it and your almost accidentally out your sibling cause you didn't know about the lie. A natural reaction would be "What the heck, why didn't you tell me beforehand? Now I might've accidentally outted you/got you in trouble."

In Will's case, he's obviously a little too harsh on El because she's lying to Mike (even though he does the exact same thing later, which is why I'm hoping EL discovers his lie and calls him out on it. Privately of course)

El might night have realized the ramification of her lies, that is true. She didn't realize she'd need to rope Will in on the story so that he wouldn't tell Mike the truth. But you can see her realization at the airport which she gives him the sibling elbow.

El knows Will enough that even though Will knows she's lying, Will would never out her on purpose or call her out in front of Mike. She also knows him well enough that if she told him about the lies any sooner, he would've reacted like he did in the rink-o-mania scene and tried to convince her to not lie.

I am not passing any blame here. Both of my children were put into difficult situations. Of course El wouldn't tell Mike the truth, she's been putting her heart and soul into fitting in and it's not working and she feels inadequate. Will is dealing with a lot of repressed feelings and now he's juggling with trying not to out his sister and having to lie to his crush too. It's a whole mess.

But in no way do I blame El for what she did or even her lies. If Angela hadn't shown up, I honestly would've been ok with her lying for most of Mike's trip and having fun and trying to be normal until there came a moment where SHE felt comfortable sitting down and telling him what was really going on.

But Angela did happen. So in that case, I don't blame Will for for spilling the beans and having to tell Mike what was really going on to help El... though to be honest, maybe he was a little late on doing so? Eh I dunno.

But anyway, El and Will have never done anything wrong in their entire lives. Also, I expect siblings to screw up and get on each other's nerves sometimes, in fact I want more Will and El bickering because I find it endearing. I'm not someone who views Will as an "uwu baby boy" though, he is sassy, witty, and clearly struggling with himself.

#ask

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lifewiththelulus · 7 months

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part 1

Trying to think of scenario where Atlantis and Match meet but failing.

Maybe she goes to a show to support her friends and sees him play lol Cus he plays drums right?

Yeah! It could also be Vapor's first singing performance with Bog and Match. That could be the main reason she's here.

Omg yes!! She's very intrigued by him when she sees how wild he is I imagine them to be opposites lol

She's very laid back about everything

Well except for her little accident and her boyfriend dumping her over it but that's something I'm still working on,,,

Match is definitely a wildcard and loves to cause chaos, think male Nimona

They're gonna be very interesting friends lol

He's not above breaking his instruments on stage XD

She's never feared anyone before him XD She sees him as the definition of "don't let them know your next move"

Aw but like Imagine her being super chill and her and match get left kinda just standing there while the rest of them start talking about going to get some food and celebrate a great first show She's just quiet and chill as usual waiting for the others to pick a place to go

Match, would shout out the place he wants to go and will try to sell them on it until they cave in. Also he might notice the way she always looks a bit sick when she looks at Bog.

At first she probably finds him to be a little annoying and loud but as the night goes on she finds herself snorting and laughing at some of the stuff he says lol

She tries to avoid sitting next to Bog or really just being close to him She's probably still hung up on him at least a tiny bit, even though she says it's cool and they can be just friends. She would never try anything with him again, but thinking of what could've been still makes her a little sad

Match probably thinks she's a bit of a stick in the mud at first, but once he realizes she has a sense of humor that maybe she could be fun. (btw is this before or after her oopise at prom?)

I'd say maybe after? But she hasn't told anyone except Kindlin and Cirrus

Idk if you wanna have Bog know cus I know you said he overhears lol

Yeah Bog probably wouldn't know yet.

ok. She probably hasn't broken up with her bf at this point since he doesn't know yet

They got along cus they were both chill but as soon as she brings up the oopsie he's getting the fuck outta dodge He's probably the type to say he'll do something then fall through and have some lame excuse Very chill and friendly until it inconveniences him. I'm thinking He's the reason Lily finds out

And of course Lily goes crying to her Dad "I'm just SO worried about her! She dated this earth guy in secret and now she's gonna have a baby! Poor cousin Atty is messing up her life! We need to tell Uncle!"

Of course Atlantis' Dad finds out and they get into a huge fight He's more worried about public opinion of her being a single teen Mom with a mixed element baby than he is about her well-being and gives her a week to figure something out. But we'll get to that eventually >:)

What is after Atlantis learns that jerk BF has fled, she goes into a depressive state. She goes to Garden of Fabric to pick her supplies and Match's mom's are concerned for their best customer. Match is there helping his moms and he's all "Hey I know you, miss doom and gloom! …Wow you look even worse than before."

Omfg I totally forgot they ran a fabric shop and she does fashion XD

after a bit of bickering he offers her to hang during his special nights out.

Lol She's just like "Wow thanks you sure are a charmer."

Lol I can see her being a peachy lil thing with his moms and as soon as he shows his face she just frowns expecting another cheery insult

lol Match always says the first thing on his mind, not realizing what he says might be rude.

She always thinks heavily about what she says before she says it lol It comes with the territory of going to business parties with her dad and not embarrassing him ever again like she did once

She probably comes by so much that after a while she's expecting to see him there One time she goes in and he's not there and she's slightly disappointed they won't have their daily "argument"

aww bicker buddies ^^

Imagine her going up there one day and instead of asking for fabric she's kind of desperately asking for a job She even mentions she knows where they keep everything already and can answer most questions if a customer asks. She's not proud of asking but every other place she tried didn't want a teen with no experience or didn't have an open spot

They would flip with joy to have her work there. (They also can see signs of her pregnancy so they make sure to give her the jobs that aren't too strenuous.)

She literally never cries but then saying yes made her have a break down of relief as soon as she was out of eyesight

She probably still doesn't tell them, and doesn't realize they know lol She's trying to keep it hidden until it's unavoidable

He doesn't stay there for long, he's usually visits once a day to see if his moms needs anything, otherwise, he's out with other friends and or practicing his drumming. Though he might take up a job when he learns she'll be working there. XD

So I'm thinking once she has the job she probably gets her own apartment close by. She probably spends her breaks sitting in the storage room making baby onesies and blankets If she can't buy things then dammit she's gonna make em

Once eventually everyone know about it, Match delivers some fabric and says his moms insisted she take them. She later learns Match payed for those for her not the moms

#Bibbity Bobbity Boo 🧵#I’m the drummer 🥁#Goth Mom 🌺#Bug Mom 🪰

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sketchguk · 1 year

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Hi it's soulmate anon! Yeah in the fic, all 13 members were there! Ot13 forever hehe. They are they pack actually! Except some who are also vampires. And maybe some animagus??? That would be fun.

My friend and I talked about it kinda being poly ! But we didn't get to discuss it much. I've been into poly this last year so for me, poly au for this fic suits nicely. I don't know how soonyoung and mingyu would ever work together though lol. In my o i thought mingyu would be a little more open , he's still possessive but he has never got to be with mc and if we do something like .... They are both MC's soulmates so she needs them, mingyu would accept that for her at some point. But with soonyoung i feel like he'll be against it because of the wolf traits. Soonyoung's pack is also kind of old fashioned like i said, so mc doesn't feel very comfortable. But with mingyu there's no such thing, so it's easier for her. That's another point of angst in the fic 😭 this is all I've thought in the story! I'm so upset we didn't get to discuss and talk about it more before we stopped talking. I feel like it could've been a fun fic haha .

Also I CANNOT BELIEVE nobody has asked you this, but has soonyoung ever openly told mc he loves her ???? Like not as game, but really??? Because I know the confession happens when he gets hurt that mc ignored him but does mc know that he really loves her? I feel that's so much angstier , him confessing once and mc not taking it seriously ugfftffffffdff

omg ot13 ✨ please tell me if junshua are werewolves or vampires in this universe !!! I need to know so I can insert myself and romanticize an alternative life with my lovers <3

It must be so hard for Soonyoung to be in a poly relationship if he has a whole pack behind him !! They're taking on not just one but two new people underneath their wing. I'm still rooting for them because love conquers all, ykwim?? 🙌🏼 Plus, they're soulmates !!! How are they gonna deny something that's bigger than the whole universe??

I can imagine Soonyoung and Mingyu argue and bicker a lot LOL. They both have different values, but they still love mc all the same. But Soonyoung must also feel insecure often because she can't love him freely in the same way she does with Mingyu 💔 angst to the max, you're right 😭

Maybe you can develop the fic even without your friend ! It's always fun to think about plots here and there :') It's definitely something fun to do for yourself because it keeps you happy <3

Soonyoung has definitely said "i love you" to mc in a joking way (probably a little too much!!). You know how it's a common debate where some people believe that saying the L word too often will eventually lead to a loss of meaning?? But others will proudly say they love someone because they will take every opportunity to remind them??? This is HIGHKEY soonyoung and mc !!!!

I can imagine that Soonyoung does say "i love you" and seriously means it once or twice before the real confession. Notably, the first time he realized it !!!! Mc must have been chatting about something she loves, something she's passionate about. Maybe they're in the green house, and she's giving an update on all her plants. She's totally in her element, and she is radiating with joy.

Soonyoung will let the words slip out of his mouth because he can't help himself. She just looks so beautiful and so happy when she couldn't care less about what is happening outside of their little bubble. She speaks with a heart of gold, and she's just the sweetest thing Soonyoung has ever seen.

When he says he loves her and he really means it, she'll know that his tone is a little different than it usually is. He isn't saying it in hopes that she'll reciprocate like he usually does - just so that he could simply see her resolve crumble. Instead, he says it gently but resolutely. In a way, he says it so effortlessly without any thought (but not recklessly whatsoever because he has given it months and months to fall this hard and this deeply in love). He's not his hyperactive self. He's given her his undivided attention, and there's a serious side to Soonyoung that she doesn't see often. So yeah, she probably does have an idea that he really does love her, but she still continues to deny it :-(

#ask #anon #soulmate anon #horanghae agenda

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redysetdare · 3 years

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Octarian - Crab Conflict

As you may remembering me mentioning in the Spiders splatoon designs post I mention that because of the Octarians and Crabs having to share the underground that there’s a sort of war happening between them and I thought I’d expand on that a bit more.

The Conflict comes from the fact of there being limited resources underground already so the Octarians and Crabs are fighting over whats left while also having a race to see who can take over the surface first. This is why when the AU starts that the Octarians have started to take a more aggressive approach to the surface and steal the great zapfish. The Zapfish is thought to be able to power the octarians enough to not only fend off the crabs but also take over the surface.

While the Spider Crab Queen and DBK don’t really meet, she does have a few run ins with Iron fan and they have this sort of rivalry going on. She runs into Iron fan more because she’s an elite octoling and so Iron fan is most often the one commanding the armies while DBK hangs back - Spider Queen finds the fact that DBK hides away to be cowardly and often suggests that maybe Iron fan should take over, though this is mostly to get an edge on Iron fan rather than actually believing it. I mean, if it was to happen then a civil war in the octarians would make taking over the underground a lot easier~

The other Rivalry happening is of course Red son and Syntax. Both are the main technology experts in their respective groups and so they have this sort of rivalry where they keep trying to out do each other. And because they’re creating weapons and tech for the army it’s not seen as getting in the way of the war so no one really stops them - unless they start trash talking each other on the battle field for 20 minutes straight...then someone usually steps in to get them back on track.

In the hero mode it’s likely MK would run into both groups - as when the octarians brought the great zapfish underground the crabs of course heard of it and are also trying to steal it for their own power source. Once the zapfish are taken back to the inklings the groups go back to having a race to the surface but...things start to decline for the both groups rather quickly as they’re losing energy and neither of them can really keep it going. That is...until things start to turn on the crabs side as the octarian forces start to mysterious disappear, leaving a lot of territory weak and open for the taking...and who’s this strange octoling the queen’s been talking to anyways? strange how octarians started to weaken when she showed up...

#text #monkie kid splatoon au #calamari kid au #Me? wanting to have villains actually interact with each other instead of them being super disconnected like they are in the show?#it's more likely than you think #look all im saying is that DBK and Red Son in the OG show could've held a bit more of a grudge towards spider queen for the season 2 special #also it just would've been fun to see the demon bull KING and the spider QUEEN try to fight for royalty status #imagine the bickering that could've been told #IMAGINE SPIDER QUEEN MAKING COMMENTS ABOUT IRON FAN STILL BEING A PRINCESS LIKE C'MON #THE ROYAL TITLE BANTER WOULD'VE BEEN SO FUN

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 3 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The guys and I were quick to pack up our belongings before making a beeline for Mr. Clarke's desk, eager to see if the Heathkit came. All the while Mr. Clarke was reminding the already fleeting class of our homework assignment.

"Remember, finish chapter 12 and answer 12.3 on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapters 10 through 12. It will be multiple choice with an essay section." His voice faltered towards the end of his sentence as he realized no one had been paying attention.

His head turned to us and he didn't seem too surprised to see us so eager. Mike couldn't take the wait any longer and spoke up on the behalf of all of us.

"So, did it come?"

Mr. Clarke looked solemn. "Sorry, guys," Our heads began to hang in disappointment at his words. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... It came!"

My face lit up with relief. We followed Mr. Clarke down the halls in anticipation. Mike got to the door first and eagerly threw it open, the rest of us close on his tail.

"Yes!"

Since Mike was the first through the door, naturally he dove for the desk chair as the rest of us scuttled over each other, each of trying to get a close look at it. Lucas and I seemed to have the same idea as we fiddled with the knobs on the Heathkit as Mr. Clarke addressed the new device we were all so eager to see.

"The Heathkit ham shack," The boys and I were in awe.

"Ain't she a beaut?" Mr. Clarke sighed. Dustin then spoke up. "I bet you could talk to New York on this thing."

"Think bigger." Said Mr. Clarke. I rose my eyebrow and looked to my teacher as I questioned, "California?"

"Bigger." 'No way.'

"Australia?" Mike pressed. We all turned out heads hopefully to Mr. Clarke as he responded with a smile and the shake of his head. We all exclaimed.

"Oh man," Lucas chuckled in excitement. "When Will sees this, he's totally gonna blow his shit." My smile faltered at the mention of Will, as Mr. Clarke scolds Lucas for his foul language. Lucas apologized turning back to the Heathkit, and I shake my head slightly trying to get my mind off of Will.

Lucas seems to have found the right settings on the dials based on the high pitch frequencies coming out of the Heathkit. Mike has the headphones on and begins to speak into the mic in an Australian accent.

"'Ello, this is Mike Wheela', president of Hawkins Middle AV Club."

Dustin then practically ripped the headphones off of Mike's head, a big goofy grin on his face as he placed them on his head. Mike was in a fit of giggles as he spoke. "What are you doing?" Dustin proceeded to do the exact same thing as Mike just moments ago.

"'Ello, this is Dustin, and this is the secretary and treasurer of Hawkins Middle AV Club. Do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?" I giggle, shaking my head thinking about the poor confused soul who is stuck listening to the boys ramble on. As Lucas grabs for the headphones, I turn around so I'm facing Mr. Clarke, and I give a polite, yet warm smile. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome Mr. Henderson," He returned the smile, seeming appreciative of the fact that at least one of us said 'Thank you'. He has always been a great teacher, and I don't think anybody ever really appreciates or even thanks him very much. I can't imagine how frustrating it can be as a teacher. I laugh to myself at the sight of my friends playfully fighting over who gets to use it next, when our fun gets cut short at the sound of a knock on the door. We all turn our heads to see the Principle walk in, a couple of men behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, may I borrow Y/N, Michael, Lucas, and Dustin?" To say my stomach dropped would be an understatement as I got a better look at the men out in the hallway and realized it was the Chief and one of his officers.

My mouth ran dry.

'Will.'

The four of were seated on the couch in the Principal's office, Chief Hopper, and officer Callahan - I believe his name was - seated in chairs opposite us. I was seated between Mike and Dustin, I kept my mouth shut unless told otherwise, and my hands have woven together in my lap, much too afraid to do otherwise. The boys, on the other hand, were freaking out and all trying to speak at once. I tried nudging them warningly with my elbows but they just ignored me. It seemed I had made the right choice in being quiet, as Hopper seemed to have gotten impatient almost immediately.

"Okay, okay, okay. One at a time all right? You." He points Mike. Mike shakes his head. "You said he takes what?"

"Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood." His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes," I croaked involuntarily, wanting to explain to him that it is just our name for road.

"Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?" He turned to the officer.

"I have not. That sounds made up to me." The officer replied. This timid, awkward man gave me the impression he was more of a 'Yes-man' and knew nothing about what he was doing.

"No, it's from Lord of the Rings."

'Oh, here we go.' I think to myself, sighing.

"Well, The Hobbit."

Mike and I look at each other, knowing what's happening.

"It doesn't matter." Lucas retorted.

"Knock it off!" I warn, trying my best to throw my whisper across the couch without drawing attention to myself.

"He asked!" Dustin nearly shouted.

"Guys!" I hissed.

"'He asked'" Lucas mimicking Dustin, not even listening to me.

I looked over at Mike for help but he is already checked out.

They continue talking over each other in a childish manner and the chief leans forward trying to silence them.

"Hey, hey, hey!" They quieted down finally. "What'd I just say? One at a damn time. You." He nodded to me. He seemed to tolerate just Mike and me.

"Mirkwood, as Mike was saying. It is a real road. It's just the name that's made up, it's what we call it. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet." I finish.

He seems satisfied, finally having a straightforward answer. He leans back in his chair, talking now to Callahan.

"Yeah, all right, I think I know that—"

"We can show you, if you want." Mike offered hopefully, cutting the chief off mid-sentence.

"I said that I know it!"

"We can help look."

"Yeah" Dustin added hopefully.

"No."

And just like that, the boys begin to talk over each other once again. Knowing better than to waste my breath trying to shut them up, I sit back once again, hands in my lap waiting for the Chief to continue.

"No," He says loud enough to quiet the boys. "After school, you are to all go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of the Rings book."

"The Hobbit."

"Shut up!" Lucas gave Dustin a swat on the arm.

Dustin reached over and hit Lucas back, knocking me and Mike back in the process. I roll my eyes in annoyance, and fight every urge I have not to shout at them.

"Hey!"

Mike finally snaps. "Stop it!"

They continue hitting each other and Hopper finally leans over and says quietly, in an irritated tone. "Do I make myself clear?"

I was the only one paying attention so based on his tired, lowered voice and his eyes on me, I could tell he was just talking to me at this point.

I shook my head. "Yes," I mutter.

He nodded his head at me in thanks. All the while, the boys were still bickering. Hopper's gaze landed on the boys, and he stood up and walked forward towards us. The way his tall frame towered over us was overwhelming, and enough to shut the boys up. In a deep, intimidating voice, he repeated his words, slowly.

"Do I make myself... clear?" The boys nod their heads in fear, their necks craning up to meet his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I've been laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling for about thirty minutes, give or take a few. I had managed to do all of my school work, including my project that wasn't due for another week and a half, read three books — granted, they were fairly short — and I was still left with nothing to do but worry about Will. The fact that I'm not allowed to help is driving me crazy, even though I keep trying to tell myself the adults are better equipped to deal with this stuff. My thoughts are interrupted by the crackling of the walkie-talkie that was sitting on my dresser. Since our mom couldn't afford two walkie-talkies, Dustin and I share one. I usually have it though so I can talk to Will.

The voice coming through sounded like Mike. Rather than getting my hopes up I just decided to stay put, staring at my ceiling, listening in.

"Lucas, do you copy? It's Mike. Lucas? Over."

"Hey, it's Lucas."

"I know it's you. And say 'over' when you're done talking so I know when you're done. Over." I roll my eyes and smile.

"I'm done. Over." I chuckle at this.

"I'm worried about Will. Over." My smile quickly falls.

I can hear Lucas sigh. "Yeah. This is crazy. Over."

"I was thinking..." Now I was really paying attention. "Will could've cast Protection last night, but he didn't. He cast fireball. Over." I sat up slowly, my eyebrows furrowed at the walkie.

"What's your point? Over."

"My point is... he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party. Over." A bittersweet smile flutters across my face briefly at this.

"Meet me in ten. Over and out."

'To hell with adults.' I tell myself. I leap off my bed and grab the walkie, knowing they'll still be able to hear me.

"Forgetting someone? Over."

"Y/n? Over." It was Mike.

"Don't worry, I'll let Dustin know. Over and out."

I retract the walkie before shoving it into my bag and heading for Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Once I had caught Dustin up on everything, the four of us had met up and we are now currently riding down Mirkwood. The thought of my best friend disappearing right here, exactly 24 hours ago was enough to give me chills.

"Ah, man. This is it." Lucas broke the silence as we approached the barrier closing off the path where his bike was supposedly found. We all came to a stop.

For a brief moment, the woods were lit up by lighting in the distance as thunder bellowed across the sky. Dustin looked up at the blanket of clouds above the trees, his voice shaking.

"Hey, guys. You feel that?" He was obviously referring to the rain that fell on his face. I roll my eyes. "I think maybe we should go back."

"No!" Mike and I said simultaneously.

"We're not going back. Just stay close." Mike and Lucas continued on into woods. I was eager to follow them but not without trying to reassure my brother.

"Dustin, he's right. Look, I know you're scared right now, okay? I'm scared too, but can you even imagine how scared Will must be? We have to do this. For Will." I didn't wait for a reply and ran to catch up with Mike and Lucas.

Knowing my brother, he would rather stay in a group than split up. Sure enough, he gave in.

"Hey, guys, wait up!" He said, dropping his bike. "Wait up!"

We started walking again, and as we did it I could feel the rain start to soak my neck and shoulders. I pulled my hood up over my head, turning on my flashlight and set off into the night, eager to find my friend.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The thunder rumbled, and as we ventured deeper into the forest I could feel the light drizzle of rain evolving into a steady downpour.

"WILL!"

"WILL!" I cried.

"Byers!" Lucas yelled.

Dustin tried a different approach. "I've got your X-Men 134!"

Our flashlights were hardly making a difference at this point. Dustin spoke up again. "Guys, I really think we should turn back."

"Seriously, Dustin?" Lucas exclaimed. "You wanna be a baby, then go home already!"

"I'm just being realistic Lucas!"

"No, you're just being a big sissy."

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?"

I start to slow down once I heard something in the bushes.

"Dustin, shut up." Mike spoke up.

'Okay, thankfully, Mike must have heard it too.'

"I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?"

"Dustin!" I snap. "Zip it!"

Now the rustling was loud and clear.

"Did you guys hear that?" Mike asks.

I just shake my head, looking around for the source of the noise. The rustling is louder than ever and we all turn in the direction it came from. All our flashlights pointed in that direction. Then we heard it again. It was right behind us. We whipped around to find a girl, with a buzz cut, wearing nothing but 'Benny's Burgers' tee t-shirt. We all stood there, mouths agape at this girl, shivering and cowering in fear.

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annab-nana · 3 years

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imagine you’re getting married to steve and you’re both picking out best man and maid of honor and the rest of the bridal party, and sam and bucky competing to be steve’s best man? (and peter is the flower boy)

stop of course this sounds so good

"peter can be the flower boy," you told steve as you two were planning some of the details of your wedding.

"i thought morgan would do that and queens could be the ring bearer," steve spoke up with furrowed brows and a tilted head.

"you were obviously too busy dealing with sam and bucky bickering to notice that she was going crazy over this ring," you mentioned as you wiggled your ring finger to show him the engagement ring he had given you. "so i asked her if she wanted to hold the rings or throw flower petals in the wedding and she was very keen on the rings," you giggled as you wrote that down. "speaking of the pair, did you finally pick which will be your best man?"

"i think i know who i'm gonna pick and by the way, you haven't picked a maid of honor either," he reminded you with a raised brow and you rolled your eyes.

"i've got a few prospects in mind, but i wanna know who you picked," you pressed before he gave in and told you. upon hearing his answer, you told him who you'd picked as well and once it was said, you were both too excited to wait any longer to share the news. there was a little get together going on at the compound and though you and steve had chosen not to go because you wanted to spend the night wedding planning, but now was the perfect opportunity to tell your friends.

"well if it isn't the happy couple. did you come to tell bucky that you finally chose me to be the best man," sam taunted before shooting a wink your way as you rolled your eyes. bucky's jaw dropped in faux offense and he piped up.

"do you want me to go get the tissues for when you start crying because steve will pick me?" the group around them chuckled while you and steve approached them.

"i have made a decision as has y/n and that's why we're here," steve announced to all your friends.

"and we couldn't wait to tell you all," you added as silence fell over the herd while they anticipated yours and steve's next words.

"so my best man will be..." he trailed off for suspense before saying, "bucky." sam and bucky gave each other a hug and sam congratulated him.

"and my maid of honor will be sam, more like man of honor but whatever," you stated while you watched his eyes bulge out of his head when you said it.

"are you serious?" he mumbled as he stood to walk over to you.

"yeah, i've known you longer than i've known steve and i was secretly hoping he'd choose bucky so i could have you," you giggled. sam's eyes filled with tears as he wrapped his arms around you.

"this is even better than i thought. i'd love to be your man of honor. i didn't even know that was thing," he spoke softly in your ear while keeping his arms around you in a hug.

"wait, you mean to tell me we've been fighting over steve when we could've been fighting over y/n?" bucky inquired as you rolled your eyes.

"no, no, no. you got steve. y/n is mine," sam stood his ground and pulled you closer to him.

"uh, actually," steve spoke up as he reached for you and led you away from sam to him. "she’s mine."

"well, who did she pick to be her man of honor, huh?" sam poked at steve's shoulder playfully as he puffed out his chest.

"i’m the groom. i think i hold the higher position here," steve fought back and you realized that you may have stopped one pair of boys from mindless arguing, but now you had another duo who now fought over you. man, would this be a mess of a wedding to get through.

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hotchscvm · 3 years

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love me, hate me - part one

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, mild violence

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Who knew Ransom would get so worked up about a few stolen beers?

Or: In which he's a sucker for you but those were his favorite beers.

He didn't know why he put up with your shit. If you had been anyone else, you'd be working at a dead end job that barely covered your bills instead of walking around the mansion in your brand new Lois Vuitton purse, Jimmy Choo heels that screamed for him to fuck you, and a tight dress he wanted to tear off.

You even had the balls to call him Hugh, a name he specifically reserved for the help. When he informed you, you had rolled your pretty powdered eyes, sneering at him for being an inconsiderate asshole before asking why he wasn't calling himself Hugh due to the massive help sign that was disguised as his cashmere sweater.

Ransom didn't know if he wanted to hurt you or make you his. He preferred the latter but with the way you were pushing him, he wouldn't be surprised with himself if you somehow found yourself in the backseat of his car, tied up and awaiting for him to fuck you senseless. If you had been anyone else, he would ruin your life without hesitation.

He tried to hate you, he really did and usually, it wouldn't be hard for him to hate someone. Most of the time it barely took him a glance for him to decide to loathe the person. But as he tried harder to hate you, forget you, and ignore you, the more you wiggled your way into his every thought. Even then he couldn't hate you. It made part of him want to ditch family gatherings where he knew you would show, being Meg's best friend, and another part of him was exhilarated.

You on the other hand dreaded being dragged into another Thrombey's family gathering where it all ended in arguments and racists comments. The only people you were able to stomach were Harlan, his adorable nurse, Martha, and of course, your best friend Meg. Whenever the conversation began to look like a shouting match, the two of you would sneak away to get high with the maid, Fran.

Ransom was an asshole, a hot, smoldering asshole with enough snarky remarks that would make any sane person hang themselves. You knew he wasn't a fan of yours, which was only good news for you; you hated him, too. The expression "there's a little bit of good in everyone." applied to everyone except him, not that you weren't surprised. Truth to be told, you wouldn't put it past him to kill a family member if they pissed him off enough.

With the number of jabs you made at his expense, you were shocked he hadn't ruined your life yet. Maybe you had a death wish dangling over you, or maybe you just liked pushing him but you made it your little mission to ruin his evening since yours would be the second he stepped in the room.

Meg nudged you with her elbow, leaving a sore spot on your ribs. You gave her a dirty glare, looking up from your Instagram feed. She motioned to the large mansion ahead, the car slowing. "Okay, the plan is to get drunk, but not enough for my drunk relatives to notice and once they're having one of their dumb-ass debates, we sneak off to Fran's room and smoke a few. That sound good?"

Stretching, you nodded, tucking your phone away. "Yeah, that's fine. Remind me how I ended up spending Thanksgiving break with you, again? What did I ever do to deserve such a punishment?"

"You crushed your parent's wishes on becoming a lawyer, instead became an Instagram model, and the holidays with them are too long for you to hear how their daughter could've convicted criminals instead of posting bikini pics," Meg replied, grinning at your sarcastic pout. She stopped the car right beside her mom's. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

"That's what you said last time. Do you not remember how that little reunion ended?" you asked, opening the car door and getting out. The little gravel on the cemented driveway crunched under your new heels, making you grimace.

Meg shut her door, grabbing her purse. She waited at her side of the car and you both walked up to the door. "Actually, I don't. I'm surprised you can especially with all the weed you smoked."

Rolling your eyes, your mind wandered to the man who had killed your buzz. "Your asshole of a cousin ruined my buzz just by opening his mouth. He could be so much hotter if he never utters a single word ever again."

"Please stop talking about Ransom, it's making my lunch come back up." Meg whined, her feet trudging up the steps. Your heels clicked on the wooden porch. "Which reminds me, he kept asking if you were going to be here. Be careful, he might have a little trap to humiliate you in front of my family. If that happens, just knee him in the balls, and we can go to Cabo or something."

You made a face, cringing just thinking of Ransom asking about you, let alone imagining some kind of plan to embarrass you. "Ugh, what a dick. It's time like this that I regret not going back to my crazy family for holidays."

"You'll be fine. Hopefully. Let's go see Harlan." she opened the door, taking off the lush coat draped over her shoulders before placing it on the spacious coat closet by the entrance. She held her hand out for yours and you slid it off handing it over for her to hang up.

Martha greeted you before you could take another step, the Latina smiling at both of you. "I'm so glad both of you are here. The rest came in before you and they've been bickering since."

You both gave her knowing smiles, the loud discussion so heated you could hear it from all the way across the house. Meg sighed, snaking an arm around yours and Martha, pulling you towards Fran's quarters. "Looks like Harlan will have to wait. I'm not going in there sober."

Martha shook her head, slipping her arm out from Meg's grasp. "Sorry, I don't drink and I have to serve them before they get any rowdier. Between the three of us, I'd rather not see another fist brawl this holiday."

You let out a dry chuckle, fixing the hem of your dress. What were you thinking wearing such a tight dress to a party where Richard Drysdale would mentally undress you with his beady eyes. "We'll come with you, now won't we, Meg?"

She groaned, getting pulled by you, her feet dragging on the hard floor. "We're spending Christmas at your parents' house. You can suffer the family drama because I've had it up to here with mine."

"Oh, you big baby." you teased, following Martha to the living room with Meg in tow. You'd think with all the drama she endured from her crazy mother she'd be able to handle a little more from her crazy relatives. "Wanna mess with that racist, whiney troll?"

Meg's lips lifted into a smile. "That's why you're my best friend."

Martha took a turn towards the kitchen instead of the living room, leaving you and Meg to enter the roomful of crazies alone. Some heads turned but not enough to stop the little debate happening.

Jacob sat at the uncomfortable seat in the corner of the room, watching and tapping the screen in front of him, his eyes never tearing from the device. Linda and Donna sat side by side while their husbands had a screaming match with the other. Joni stood by the fireplace, sipping her wine, and occasionally input some random Pinterest inspirational shit. Your eyes landed on the man you thought would take his sweet time arriving.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale sat at his self-proclaimed seat, eating his Biscoff butter cookies, a smirk evident on his face as he watched you walk into the room. He tried to ignore the way his heart raced, blaming it on the cookies and his seven-month dry spell.

You broke free from Meg's arm, pouring yourself a flute full of champagne, swallowing every last drop before making your way to the plush couch, sitting beside your best friend. Your perfume whiffed in the air as you passed Ransom, making him sit up in his chair. You sat close enough for him to reach over and touch you, but he didn't.

Linda gave you the warmest smile she could muster, interrupting the men's argument to greet you. "Hello, darling. Glad you could make it. At least now there's someone in the room with half a brain."

Walt sneered at his sister before giving you a half-hearted smile. "Hey, kid. Your dad still adamant you become a lawyer?"

"Yup," you answered, pulling out your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from said person. "Why else do you think I let Meg kidnap me, Walt? No offense, but Thanksgiving at the Thrombey's doesn't classify as peaceful or relaxing."

Ransom guffawed, earning glares from his family members. He smirked at you, biting off a piece from his cookies. "Finally, someone who speaks the truth. No wonder she's his favorite."

That subject launched another debate: deciding who was Harlan's favorite. It was no doubt, Martha was but you did come at a close second. Ransom knew, and he didn't want to miss an opportunity to watch his relatives fight. He was a dick that way. He glanced at you, seeing your phone light up as you whispered a secret to Meg. You ignored the phone call, turning over the phone.

While the rest of the family argued, you left Meg's side, getting up from the uncomfortable couch, and walked out of the room. Ransom watched you, licking his lips at the sight of sashaying, hips swaying, and heels clicking. The crotch of his pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Meg watched him watch you with narrowed eyes, suspicious by her cousin's behavior. He may be 33 but he still acted like a teen, and with her best friend pushing him, there was no telling what he'd do. "If you do anything stupid or remotely offensive to her, I'll make sure to send her your head for her next birthday. Maybe she'll have it taxidermied, and hang it up."

Ransom smirked, tossing the last of his cookie in his mouth, chewing as he looked down at his cousin. "That'll only give me a view of a lifetime. My, this college you go to doesn't seem to teach manners does it? Charming as ever, Meg."

She scowled at him, getting up in the middle of the argument. She couldn't stop whatever he was planning if she didn't know what he had in mind but she wasn't going to ruin this holiday for her best friend. Meg followed you to the kitchen, seeing you take a shot glass from Martha. "Drinking already?"

"Don't judge me. Lemme wallow in the warmth and love of the alcohol that your family isn't capable of," you replied, drinking the clear liquid, grimacing as it burned your throat. Martha handed you the chaser, her timid personality making her put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Martha."

Meg took the bottle of vodka, pouring herself a shot before offering it to Martha who had shaken her head. "You sure?"

She nodded, placing the bottle back in its place. "Yeah, I don't need to be drunk when serving those people. It seems like it's even worse out there than before."

"Thank Ransom. That bastard decided to start another fight just by opening his mouth," you said, sipping on a glass of water. Sniffing the room, you smelt the Thanksgiving dinner Martha had to cook by herself. You knew she had to make a special meal for Ransom since he wouldn't dare put the traditional food in his mouth. Too bad, it'd shut him up. "Why is he here, anyway? Isn't he usually the last one to get here?"

"Usually, but he came with Linda and Richard. Don't worry, you're not the only confused." Martha answered. The oven timer beeped and she opened it, taking out the pumpkin pie. She held it out. "What do you guys think?"

"Looks delicious," Meg replied, looking around the room. The sun was setting and soon you would have to face Ransom again, for dinner. "Do you need any help, Martha? We could help you set up the table or something."

"No, it's fine. I have everything taken care of," she said, nearly dropping the big turkey. Meg helped her, carrying it to the counter. Martha smiled sheepishly. "I guess I could use some help. Meg, do you mind stirring the gravy? And [Y/N], would you please place some knives at the table?"

Both you and Meg nodded, helping the poor nurse. Harlan must've let Fran have the day off or else she'd be all over this. Meg grabbed a plastic ladle from the drawers while you took a handful of knives, leaving the kitchen and walking to the dining room. The long table had been filled with plates, glasses, and napkins, the only thing missing was silverwares. Harlan would have to give Martha a raise.

You had just placed the first knife down when Ransom came in the room, leaning against the arch, arms crossed as he took you in. Watching you, he realized he might have a knife kink, only when it comes to you. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to make some kind of remark.

When he didn't, you sighed, tossing a knife onto a clothed napkin. "Yes, you pretentious asshole?"

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wood and walking towards you. "Hello to you, too. Why exactly are you doing that? Shouldn't that Mary girl be taking care of everything?"

Oh, the urge to stab a knife in his face--it was almost too much to resist. "It's Martha and unlike you, I'm nice enough to offer help rather than be a lazy prick who no one loves. Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day, baby."

Ransom snorts, walking up next to you, so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. "You know, my dear cousin mentioned something about some prank she thinks I'm going to pull on you. Do you know what's going on in that stoned brain of hers?"

"Ransom?" you asked, making your way around the large table, placing knives where they belonged. Gritting your teeth into a smile, you turned to him. "I mean this in the best way possible: fuck off."

He would never dare admit it, to himself even, but that hurt him a little. Not enough to break his smug exterior. "Aw, I like you, too, sweetheart. Hurts when you don't admit you do, too. Want some help on the other silverware?"

Your jaw dropped, the knife slipping through your fingers and Ransom caught it quickly. He placed the knife on the empty, designated napkin. "You're fucking with me."

"No, but I sure would like to fuck you." he grinned, the hidden objective twinkling in his eyes. You rolled your eyes, returning back to the kitchen with Ransom following. "Can't a guy help out around here?"

Ransom grabbed your hand before you could push the kitchen door open. He gently led you to the dark, almost hidden hallway beside the dining room. You snatched your hand back, your elbow grazing the wall behind you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Spending time with my favorite person," Ransom answered, the smirk gone as he backed you to the wall behind you, leaving you no room to escape. Not that you wanted to. His eyes dropped to your lips, only to darken when yours flashed to his. "Why're you so special? Why do you keep invading my thoughts, my dreams, huh? What're you doing to me?"

That made you smile, amused he couldn't stop thinking about your body. You drag your manicured finger down his blue sweater, earning a shaky breath from him. "Glad to know you have wet dreams about me, Hugh. Hmm, what do you get off to, anyway? Degradation? BDSM? Or are you vanilla in bed? With the way you act, it makes me wonder if you even have a dick."

He growled, slamming you into the wall so hard your head made a loud thud. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a bit. You did like it rough. "Your a guest here, act with respect, [Y/N]. Close that mouth before you say something you'll regret."

"Wouldn't you like it if I used my mouth for something useful?" you breathed, hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His eyes drifted to your lips, tongue darting out to moisten his own. "Yeah, you would."

"What that mouth do, sweetheart?"

You heard the oven timer ding and you smiled, moving your lips to his ear. "Eat."

—

His thigh brushed against yours, a hand "accidentally" landing on your bare thigh, his fingers wrapping around the leg. You flashed him a hard smile before moving your thigh away, almost kicking his wife across the table. You scooted closer to Ransom, hoping to avoid his father's uncomfortable advances. If it wasn't for Linda, you would've stabbed the knife you were holding in his hand.

Apparently, you scooted a bit too close to Ransom for him to raise an eyebrow at you, the hint of a soft grin appearing. You glared at him. "Don't."

Ransom chuckled softly, moving closer, close enough for your shoulders to touch. "Now who likes my company?"

"I do like your company... said no one ever." you snapped, keeping enough distance from Richard's wandering hands. If you could, you would've rip his fingers off, but the Thrombey's were too powerful. Ransom threw you a glance, looking between you and the gap between your chairs. You grit your teeth. "What?"

"I didn't say anything."

You pushed away from the table, frustrated with everything about your situation. Tossing your napkin on your plate, you stood up, catching everyone's eye. "Excuse me."

Meg was in the middle of eating her share of the turkey, looking up with a piece of the skin hanging from her mouth. If you hadn't felt so uncomfortable, you would've laughed. She sat up, tilting her head in question as she covered her mouth. You shook you head, assuring her you'd be fine.

Ransom's eyes followed you as you walked by Harlan, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek and a hug before walking out of the dining room. He didn't think he'd ever be jealous of his grandfather. He waited a few seconds before following you, Meg's narrowed eyes watching him as he walked with purpose—he just didn't know what that was yet.

He heard your door slam before he could take a step up the stairs, leaving him confused on what to do. Ransom knew you would reject his company, not that he would blame you. Yet, he felt a little pang in his chest that he ignored, blaming it on the salty turkey. He'd have to go to the doctor soon, check out what was going on with his heart. It might be something serious like palpitations.

Sighing, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and dragged his feet back to his room, trying to forget about the effect you had on him.

It didn't work.

—

Crawling out of bed, you tiptoed down the hall, careful not make a sound as you made your way downstairs. The stairs were loud and you cringed, hoping everyone was deep asleep. Meg had passed out after smoking Fran's stash, plopping down on her bed in your shared bedroom. She reeked of weed and that hadn't help you sleep at all.

You snuck into the kitchen, the soft counter lights bright in the dark room. Walking over to the fridge, you pulled it open, seeing Ransom's alleged "best" beer right at the front. Rolling your eyes, you grab one, popping the cap off. You took a sip, agreeing with the asshole; it was great beer.

Unfortunately, he chose that right moment to have a midnight snack. The kitchen door opened and Ransom was greeted by the sight of you drinking his beer in your tight tank top and booty shorts. It was enough for him to lose it.

Angrily, he walked up to you, snatching the beer from your hand, some of it dripping on the floor. He held it up in front of you with a sneer on his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer?"

You flinched when he threw it across the room, the shards sprinkling out on the floor. If his yelling hadn't woken up anyone, that certainly would've. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, crossing your arms. "Don't you mean Harlan's beer? It's not like you bought that beer from your own pocket since you don't do shit."

"Oh, I don't do shit? Unlike you I don't depend on horny men and lesbians for likes in order to keep a roof over my head." he spits, pushing you back against the counter.

"No, you just take money from mommy and daddy." you fired back, amused by his anger. You decided then you had a death wish. Or maybe it was just hot seeing Ransom so riled up. Either way, you weren't complaining.

Ransom growled, hands gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave bruises. "Shut up."

Smirking, you lean towards him, lips hovering his. "Make me."

Before he could kiss you, you shoved him away, took another beer from the fridge and walked away without giving him a second look. Ransom stared after you, gripping the kitchen counter.

This wasn't over.

part two

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kotoplasm · 3 years

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𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲:. 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂

synopsis:. miya atsumu had a routine which he usually kept to before games, to anyone's surprise. he just never expected that the day he didn't keep to it that he'd end up meeting someone who he couldn't imagine living another day without.

atsumu miya was an odd specimen. despite taking pride in a curated routine that he strictly lives by (at least for the majority of the time) you could still find him at a lousy house party, indulging in festive drinks that were sure to cause a pounding headache the next morning.

it wasn't like he had anyone waiting for him at home anyway. a pile of laundry and dirty dishes were just begging for him to come back but his mind was so ignorant of such things, that his brother would often come to help him out with such chores, as well as beating him up for not taking care of himself.

as much as he loved his brother, he did at times envy how seemingly perfect his life was compared to his own. at first glance, you'd think what was so special about owning an onigiri restaurant, because what so exciting about filling in logistic papers and filing taxes?

at first, atsumu wondered this, pondering about what it was that even motivated him to keep doing what he did.

it wasn't until he finally met the source of his happiness and motivation in the form of a cradled babe, wrapped up in a lilac blanket with its face barely peeking out of the material.

he saw the gaze of adoration he sent her way, never once able to hide the smile that graced his lips. as intoxicating as it was, he envied it. how osamu always had a reason for doing what he loved. for having someone he could come home to.

"it's not like it's bothering anyone! sure it smells but nobody else complains about it... there's nobody here to complain about it."

and that's how ended up at one of his mutuals house parties, top button slightly undone to accomodate the lazy look he was going for. eggnog sat at the bottom of his cup, staring back at him with a glowering scowl.

of course it would be. he should be getting some rest for his upcoming match in a few days; preparing his body to sleep earlier was all part of the routine. but surely he was allowed to take a day off. he's works so hard and definitely deserves a day off.

"i heard the co-hosts were a couple of college seniors," he hears a guy slur, clearly under the influence of alcohol. very much influenced, he mutters, noting the pungent smell that surrounded him.

"very very attractive, if i do say so myself."

the guy didn't look any older than himself, but something about him seemed off.

atsumu didn't give the guy any more attention as he took another sip of his eggnog, now swirling the glass cup in boredom.

he was hungry.

"why don't you go home?"

he turns quickly to face the source of the voice who was wearing what seemed to be a red dress, mimicking the one that st. nicholas would have worn if he were... alive? black boots adorned your legs, stopping mid-thigh to complement the cold belt buckle that was tight around your waist. he couldn't deny the difficulty he had in trying not to stare.

"e-excuse me?" he asks for clarification but his words come out slurred and stuttered. you couldn't help but snicker.

"i mean, you don't look so happy to be here. why don't you go home and get some rest?" you say again.

"nah, my brother's driving me home and i don't wanna worry him by leaving early." turns out, his wife was far more lenient than you'd originally thought, not batting an eyelash when he told her that he'd going out with his brother and a couple of friends to a christmas party.

"your brother..." you trail off, drifting into a state of thought before snapping your fingers in realisation.

"you're osamu's brother aren't you! yeah, i can definitely see the resemblance."

"you don't say...." he trails off, rolling his eyes in the process.

"yeah, he said that you were a little odd looking, cocky, a flirt, lazy etc."

"is there anything in those compliments that don't make me sound like a douchebag?" he asks.

"there was one thing. but i might've forgotten sorry." you didn't look sorry at all. had you always been such a tease?

he inches a little closer, reaching for your shoulders and whispering against your ears, "do you remember the words now?" his breath tickled your neck, almost making you flustered if you hadn't been exposed to similar actions in the past.

"maybe if you were a little more sober and didn't smell like eggnog... dear god! how much did you drink?"

"i don't know. i didn't think that eggnog could have so much alcohol in it and still taste so good..." he murmurs.

"you'd better not fall asleep on me. i'm relying on you to keep me occupied."

"occupied? for what?"

his eyes fall onto the guy from earlier, his slightly reddened eyes pinned on your figure. the proximity was close enough for him to feel how much you were shaking, tightening your grip on his shirt.

"come here," he whispers in your ear, his hand falling onto yours.

before you press further further, you feel his face barely hovering against yours, eyes scanning over any signs of discomfort before you close the gap between your lips, using the pads of your fingers to pull him closer. the smell of eggnog was still wavering, of course it would be, but there was another subtle smell hiding in the brink of his neck — cologne that was really popular in the male demographic. but it wasn't as excruciatingly strong as the other encounters that you've had with it. prominent yes, but it wasn't enough to make it unbearable to deal with.

it feels like minutes have passed by: from when your lips first met to how he's suddenly grasped your waist, deepening the kiss further to access your lips at a better angle. you feel at ease for some reason. the eyes that have been watching you like a predator would watch its prey eventually stalked away and a guy who wasn't so bad was kissing you fervently. your friends would definitely never let you hear the end of it if they ever saw the pair of you.

to your dislike, he finally pulls away, letting out small inaudible pants with his eyes still closed. maybe he wanted to make sure that this wasn't some stupid fantasy of his where he got to kiss a girl dressed in a provocative santa cosplay savour that moment for a few more seconds.

unbeknown to him, you didn't want him to stop kissing you, even as you entered his bedroom, partially dressed underneath him. his touch was delicate despite looking like someone who enjoyed the roughness that came with intimacy. when he kissed you, he poured his being into each one to ensure he got his message across. with every morning that passed, he made sure to sneak a couple in, snickering at your disgusted expression when you told him that he was all sweaty from practice and how that's all you could've tasted in that kiss.

"oh come on y/n! i didn't smell that bad!" he yelled from the bathroom.

"maybe i should call omi and ask for his thoughts on your disturbingly foul body odour," you reply.

"omi? why does he get a nickname and i don't?"

"because you smell atsumu!"

it was the small little banters and bickers between the two of you that kept him going. walking back from practice didn't feel as depressing when he remembered that there was someone waiting for him at home, welcoming him back with a smile and badly needed peck on his cheek. you took care of him when he fell into unhealthy habits and comforted him when he felt lost.

he remembers osamu and his daughter, how happy his family looked in that picture.

he looks down at you, encased in his arms and sleeping lightly.

you looked so peaceful.

and who was he to disturb that peace?

(+) 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

(+) 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲

#🎁 madness #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #myworks #atsumu headcanons #atsumu drabbles #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu imagines #haikyuu atsumu

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gh0stiegirlie · 4 years

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synopsis: all it took was one glance at the hotheaded boy at the U.A. exam, and you were smitten. for deku, it was a single act of kindness that instigated his immediate attraction to uraraka. several months into school, best friends y/n and deku are left heartbroken when. uraraka and bakugou start a relationship. when you and deku find yourselves confiding in each other, a question arises; is this love, or loneliness? are you two better just as friends?

length: 4k words

a/n: i editted this shit to the gods, man. i hope you all enjoy! also, i can describe this chapter in one word: angst, angst, and more angst.

<- pt. 1 pt.3 ->

Across the campus, Bakugou and Uraraka experience a similar feeling.

It’s their first night together, and they’re spending it cuddling in Urarakas room. As much as Bakugou enjoys her physical praises, from the way she gently traces her fingers along the curves of his biceps to how she nuzzles against his chest for his warmth; her soft, delicate form feels foreign in his arms.

Most girls love the protection of their boyfriends’ embrace, but Uraraka feels suffocated. Yet here she is, wrapped up like the perfect little present in Bakugou’s arms.

With the weeks that pass, the couples irritations and questions only grow.

You and Izuku hold hands, loosely. You only hold hands for the experience of touching another, and to perpetuate the class consciences that you are the “most wholesome couple in all U.A.”

Although your thoughts are far from 'wholesome'. You feel guilty of a heinous crime, though you're roaming free. Because here you are, hugging, cuddling, kissing Izuku, but thinking about Bakugou. And here’s Izuku buying you lunch, dropping you off at class and occasionally carrying your books around campus, wishing you were Uraraka.

Uraraka experiences persistent headaches because of Bakugous yelling. All he does is talk about being a hero, or complain about Deku. Everything is fucking Deku Deku Deku. In her head, Izuku clouds Bakugou. Her thoughts of Deku encompass her mind even when she’s with Bakugou. Every time she passes you and Izuku tenderly holding hands in the hall, her heart tightens. While Bakugou tugs her around like a dog on a leash, Deku grasps you with all the pride in the world, a radiant smile on his face. Two things about Bakugou; He never discloses his emotions, and he's never gentle.

Bakugou spends all his days avoiding landmines. Uraraka is so fragile, he's afraid one day he’ll squeeze her hand so tight she’ll shatter. Anything and everything he does either offends, hurts, embarrasses, or irritates her. He’s going crazy with all the rules and expectations Uraraka forces him to meet. He’s like putty in her hands, and she’s trying to mold him into a different person.

Uraraka only enjoys being with Bakugou when they’re taking out their frustrations through make-out sessions.

Y/n only enjoys being with Deku when they’re using eachothers lips as a way to escape their isolation.

For a while, their bonds remain relatively stable. But as time goes on, the weak foundations their relationships were built on begin to crumble.

You and Izuku arrive at the common area after an intense sparring match, which you lost against Kirishima. You courteously accepted your defeat, though Izuku remains pissy about it.

“I just-- I can’t believe you lost!” he expresses, refusing to accept your failure.

“I know! I work so hard, and I’ve never lost a match before! I don’t understand… ” You fix your gaze on the floor, not wanting to meet Izuku’s disappointed eyes. "I guess it’s good I lost today, because now I know exactly what I need to work on! I had no idea my mind can't pierce solid surfaces." It's honestly cool Kirishima's hardening quirk kept your thoughts from breaking into his mind. Now you know to practice sending your thoughts to another person through a wall. "I guess if I never lost, I would end up an egotistical maniac… Like Bakugou!” you joke with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah! You just have to work harder!” Izuku agrees.

You appreciate his positivity. While his attitude is always upbeat with others, his comments to you are always nasty.

“Maybe you haven’t been working hard enough, but I know you can do better! Everyone does! " he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. "So when you lose, it’s embarrassing...”

You rip your hand away from Deku. “What? Who’s it embarrassing for? You?” you question accusingly.

“Y-Yuh-Yes!” he sputters, “When you lose, it makes others think I'm a loser too! And if I want to be the number one hero, I can't have people thinking that!”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you think. He considers you to be this bright and shiny object he can brag about at show and tell. Now, you’re losing your polish. You’re collecting a little bit of dust and a few scrapes, and he's losing interest. Already, Deku wants to move on to the next object that catches his eye.

Not only that, but he craves whatever looks good on headlines. He desires magazine covers to display "number one hero marries highschool sweetheart!" He wants "unbeatable hero couple foil supervillain 100!". Apparently "Deku is never going to be the top hero because his girlfriend lost one fight her freshman year at U.A.!" is the article he's currently imagining.

“I’m not just some gold medal you can show off to others, Izuku. And I'm especially not some perfect little prize you can wrap up in a cute little bow. I’m human. That means sometimes I win, and sometimes I fuck up.” you retort calmly, trying to keep your cool.

“We’re called the golden girl and boy for a reason. We’re supposed to grow up being the perfect, powerful couple,” he reaches for your hand, but you flinch away.

“It doesn’t really seem like we are, does it?! Our whole ‘golden couple’ label is complete bullshit!” you bicker. “We, as people, aren’t perfect. We never will be. No one ever will be!" You laugh humorlessly. "And our relationship sure as hell isn’t.”

Deku closes his eyes with a sigh. “We--We just have to try. I’m doing my part to work as hard as I can to get better. I’m not going to suffer because I'm carrying your losses on my back. I'm not letting you get in the way of my dream to be the number one hero.”

You get it. Because he's praised for his powerful physical quirk, he thinks he's better than you. Because he's physical quirk always leaves him battered, he thinks he's suffered more than you. Because he can go to the gym every day, get ripped and show off his muscular calves with every kick, he thinks he works harder than you.

After months of petty arguments, Izuku has finally found a way to make you snap.“Oh shut up, Izuku! You know I've worked my entire fucking life for where I am now! I've told you stories from my past I've never so much as mentioned to others! How I went home crying from middle school every damn day because of migraines! How everyone there considered me some kind of--of alien, some freak because I'm able to get inside people's heads! How I was bullied for practicing my power because kids considered it a quirk more suited for a villain! It was hard, but I managed to ignore all that crap and kept working! And I still work hard. Every. Single. Fucking. Day." You take a ragged breath, unphased by Izuku's shocked expression. Good. He should be shocked. He should feel bad. Because he's crossed a fucking line. "And how come it’s only bad when I lose when you’ve lost plenty of times, Izuku?! ” You pointedly stick your finger at him and poke his chest with it. “Remember how you practically failed the entrance exam?! How about when Todorki beat the crap out of you at the Sports Festival!” you yell. With every point, you shove your finger into Izuku's chest. Eventually, you push him against a wall. “Don’t try and act like you’re above me because you have a powerful external quirk.” You shut your eyes and when you open them, they’re glowing e/c. “Because my mental quirk can fuck someone up just as bad as any of your stupid punches.” You warn, before whirling around. “I’m going to my room, Izuku. Come with me if you want.”

Of course, he follows you like a lost puppy.

Every pitbull is an adorable, loveable puppy before it grows up into a vicious hound. You thought you could fall in love Deku, you really did. But you were capable of loving the Deku whom Izuku pretended to be. The innocent Deku you approached on the first day of school, after noticing he was acting as flustered as you felt. The thoughtful Deku who wanted nothing more than a friend to run to the vending machine with between classes. The friendly Deku who you invited over to movie night, who buried his head into his blanket in embarrassment every time two characters did it on screen, and cried every time someone died.

You could've fallen in love with your best friend.

Either he's changed, or since you're his girlfriend, he can’t hide who he truly is anymore. You know how he will do anything to have the public opinion in his favor. You know he will sacrifice anything during his climb to Number One Hero, even if it’s crushing you.

You wordlessly walk side by side to your dorm, but as you near the dorm hallway, some bitch interrupts your silence.

“Why do you always have to yell, Bakugou!?” Uraraka yells from inside Bakugou’s room, which is coincidentally a few dorms down the hall from yours. You and Izuku turn into the hallway in time to witness Uraraka barge out of Bakugous room. She rubs her temples in frustration. When she notices the two of you outside your room, she eases her body language and lowers her voice to sweetly ask, “Can you just calm down, babe?”

“Don’t order me around! I’m being perfectly calm and rational!!” Bakugou shouts in response. “You’re the one who needs to calm down! You’re worked up over nothing! This is how I am, and I’m not going to change for some shitty woman!” he storms over to Uraraka, oblivious to the fact you and Izuku are watching this play out. That, or he just doesn’t give a shit.

Uraraka gasps. “I’m your girlfriend, you can’t call me that!” she chides. “This is exactly what I don’t like about you! You’re so aggressive all the time!” She fusses, like a child having a tantrum. Her bangs dance around her head as she stomps away from Bakugou, but he grabs her wrist to keep her in place. "Let me go! Being around you gives me headaches.”

“We should probably go~” Izuku whispers, attempting to open your door.

You slap his hand away. “I wanna see what happens,” you whisper back.

Izuku nervously glances between you and the arguing couple. “You’re so nosy! Come on, we’re leaving.” he decides, but you try to stay put. He then simply uses his quirk to overpower you and drag you inside, though even through four sets of rooms and a closed door, you can hear their argument.

“Being around you gives me headaches! All you do is nag about that nerds shitty girlfriend, and how shitty I am!” Bakugou explains. His insult doesn’t hurt you as much as you expect it to, because you can hear it. To someone who hasn’t listened intently to his screams and threats for the past few months, his voice appears as crass as always. But you hear the desperation in his voice. All he wants is for Uraraka to read between the lines and hear what he truly is saying, but no matter how hard he tries, she doesn’t. And it’s hurting him. He’s frustrated and in pain, because all she wants is for him to change every aspect of himself. Can she not see that? “Getting a girlfriend isn’t a part of being a hero, and it’s not something I need to pick up on my way to the top. I’m doing this because I can stand you. But I don’t need a damn girlfriend, especially when all mine does is make me feel like crap.” He’s describing his feelings in his own Bakugou way, but she doesn’t understand his language. And by the way he worded this last sentence, it sounds like he’s starting to give up.

“If you don’t need me, then why are we dating!”

At this point, you’re sick of hearing their bullshit. You leave your room to yell at the couple and hopefully get them to shut the fuck up.

Izuku tries to hold you back. “Leave it alone!” he hisses, but you leave anyway.

“Uraraka, can you shut the hell up?” you jeer. This is the third time this week she’s made your fucking ears bleed with her screeching. Bakugou leans on the all and snickers, convinced someone has taken his side. But oh, if the boy who broke your heart thinks he’s safe from your candor, he’s wrong. You jut your chin at him. “And Bakugou, go find a wall to punch.” You turn towards your door. “Go work this shit out in couples counseling or something. 'Cuz you guys need fuckin therapy.”

Bakugou snorts, enraging Uraraka. First, you steal Deku, and now Bakugou’s laughing at your jokes? Not happening.

“Leave us alone, Y/n!” she huffs, her pink cheeks now red with irritation. You flip her off before slamming your door shut. Bakugou’s eyes gawk at your closed door, unsure if he loves you or hates you. Either way, your remarks emit a small, impressed ‘huh’ from him.

From that point on, Bakogous thoughts of you revolve around one question; Who knew the golden girl was such a badass?

After months of sleepless nights (due to overthinking Izuku's daily insults and listening to Bakugou and Uraraka’s endless arguments), your first year of U.A. nears its end. On one hand, you’re excited to take some time for your mental health. On the other, you’re going to miss kicking ass in weekly training (especially Izukus), and then following those brawls with Class 1-A movie night (which Izuku always spent touching you as minimally as possible, either because you ‘barely won’ or because you defeated him). Bakugou can't wait to get the hell away from Uraraka and her endless spew of horseshit. She doesn't know how to do anything but make crap float and talk shit about him or Izuku’s girl. She always goes on and on about how exhausting his yelling is, but listening to her nonstop yabbering makes spending summer locked away, either in a gym or in his kitchen, sound like heaven on earth.

With only a month of school left, Izuku waits outside your dorm for you to finish getting ready for the day, growing anxious as the minutes’ tick closer to the first bell.

A few doors down, Uraraka impatiently taps her shoe on the ground as she waits for Bakugou.

If there’s one thing you and Bakugou have in common, it’s your impunctuality.

“Hey! Sorry that took so long! I kept fucking up my eyeliner,” You exit your room and blow a stray piece of bangs out of your eye to check out your wings on your phone screen. “Nice,” You shove your phone into your bag, satisfied.

“Babe, you don’t need to spend so much time on makeup!” Izuku cups your cheeks with his hands, but focuses on your eyeliner instead of your eyes with a slight grimace on his face. “You’re beautiful without it,”

He says it politely, but you know this a backhanded compliment. He hates that you wear makeup, even though its the barebones that simply consists of mascara, eyebrows, and eyeliner. He prefers ‘natural’ girls, even though there is no way Urarakas cheeks are naturally that pink. You push his hands off your face. “I know Zuzu, thank you. But I like it.” You hold his hands tightly before dropping them.

Uraraka cringes as the sight of her boyfriend. “Katsuki!” she whines. Even though the whole point of the uniform is to signify everyone's equality, Bakugou loves wearing it in a way that screams “I’m the main character and better than you!”

His baggy pants sag to expose his shitty job of tucking in his shirt, and ball around the combat boots he refuses to take off. Per usual, he leaves his buttons undone and doesn’t bother wearing the staple red tie.

“How come you’re late but still look like a mess?” Uraraka complains. She reaches out her hand to arrange his askew vest, but he pulls away from her.

“I’m fine.” he aggressively grabs her hand and begins to pull her towards class. “Let’s go,”

Uraraka spots Izuku watching and stops Bakugou dead in his tracks.

By planting a giant kiss on his face.

“Eugh. Get a room!” You grouse, rolling your eyes at the repulsive sight. But Uraraka keeps it going by practically shoving him against the wall. “You might as well pull down his pants and suck him off while you’re at it!”

Bakugou pulls away from Uraraka to snicker at your comment.

Hearing Bakugou snigger at a joke you made… It gives your heart a reason to beat for the first time in months. You proudly slip your fingers into Deku’s and glide away, Bakugous eyes following you entire time.

The halls are nearly empty, only a few irresponsible students straggling to class or hovering around their lockers.

“So, do you want to be partners for the Aizawa project?” Izuku questions, like either of you have any other friends to partner up with. He hauls you along as he speedwalks to class.

“Yeah! I wonder what it is.” You move at a steady pace, knowing there's plenty of time to enjoy a pleasant walk to class together before the bell rings.

“I don’t know! Mirio and the other third years wouldn’t tell me!” Deku whines, tugging at your hand to bring you up to speed. “Y/n, hurry upppp! We’re going to be late!”

“Dude, you’re gonna rip my arm off!" you moan, rubbing your forearm.

“Shhh,” he hushes.

Although you expect this attitude by now, it still pisses you off. If Deku expects you to deal with him treating you like garbage, he's wrong.

"You'll be sorry the next time you do that," you mumble, but he pretends not to hear, instead using his quirk to squeeze your hand in reply. Hard.

You barely wince.

“Now let’s go into class!” Izuku intertwines your fingers, straightens himself up, and tells you to put on a smile. He doesn’t do this because wants to hold your hand or genuinely cares about you, but because he enjoys the dramatic chorus of cheers you two always receive as you enter the classroom. If there’s anything Deku likes about your relationship, it’s how he gets to show you off like a trophy. His trophy.

You enter class, and Mina immediately screams about how cute and perfect you two are together.

The golden boy and golden girl are dating. Honestly, who wouldn’t love that?

Bakugou doesn’t. He scoffs and turns away while everyone else encourages your shit show. Uraraka claps stiffly.

The corners of your mouth sink the instant the class’s attention shifts to some dumb pun Kaminari made. Bakugou is the only one to notice your smile fall when you reach your desk. He notices how you lean your head against the palm of your hand to stare out the window instead of at your boyfriend. You look… Tired. Like you’re tired of this act while Izuku relishes in the praise. Currently, he’s making a show to Uraraka of all the cute dates he’s taken you on while you create a show inside your head. A show where you and Bakugou are the ones going on cute days. Izuku uses his conversation with Uraraka as a way to silently convince her he’s better than Bakugou (and she’s falling for it), while you are just silent.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, the eerie feeling of someone watching you sending your mind racing. When you turn to discover Bakugou is the one studying you, your face turns dark red and you immediately look away. The blush only fades once Aizawa starts talking.

“Class, today I will assign your partners for the quirk assessment.”

“Assign?!” The whole class screams in unison horror.

“Why are you assigning partners?!” Mina cries out, dramatically fainting across her desk.

“Yeah! That’s not fair!” Kaminari adds on furiously.

“Nuh-no it’s not!” Mineta defends Aizawa’s decision, but internally drools over the idea of being paired with a girl.

“Settle down,” Aizawa silences the class with a single wave of his hand. “I understand you want to choose your partners, but in this assessment we want you to study the quirk of another person. Most likely, you all already know about your closest friends quirks. I want to pair you with someone new so you have to learn about a quirk you know nothing about.” he explains, to which the class to a reluctant conscientious that it's a good idea.

He clears his throat. “So, Mineta and Hagakure”

Mineta shrugs as if to say “good enough”, while Hagakure groans in disgust.

You tune out the list, only listening for Izuku and Bakugou. As more names leave Aizawa’s lips and Izuku is already paired with Kirishima and Uraraka with Momo, you start to wonder who your partner will be. Who else hasn’t been mentioned? Damn, if only you had paid attention.

Finally, Aizawa reaches the last set of names. That’s when it hits you.

Aizawa hasn’t said Bakugou’s name.

“And…”

There’s no way. This can’t be possible—

“Y/n and Bakugou.” Aizawa sighs. “You will have a presentation due on each other’s quirks next week. Get to work” he explains before zipping himself into his sleeping bag and flopping to the floor.

You remain glued to your seat, completely frozen in shock.

You already have a feeling this project isn’t going to end well.

“Hey! Y/n!” Uraraka calls out from across the class, before squeezing through people to get to you. She pushes out her lip, clasps her hands together, and widens her eyes till the twinkle. “Do you think I can be with Bakugou, please? We’re kinda dating!” she exclaims as if it wasn’t obvious by how they were literally making out in front of you this morning.

Without a second thought, you reply. “No.” You walk over to Bakugou and sit on his desk. “Sorry. I don’t want to bother Aizawa” you shrug nonchalantly, angering Uraraka to no end. But you know she’s too kind to say anything, and merely smiles to distract you from the steam spewing from her ears.

“Okay! That’s fine!” she skips over to Bakugou and kisses his cheek. “Have fun babe,” she whispers before walking away with clenched fists.

You think it’s interesting Bakugou didn’t say a single thing during the whole interaction.

Does he want to be partners with you?

Or are you just the better option compared to his girlfriend?

Either answer is a good one, you suppose.

“Tch. Follow me, extra. We’re going outside.” Bakugou leaves his seat and shoves his hands deep into his pockets before lumbering away, leaving you to catch up.

“Hey-- Wait up!” You call out. Bakugou huffs and leans against the doorframe. “Why are we going outside?”

Bakugou quirks an eyebrow at you with a smirk, igniting explosions from his palm. “It’ll be easier to learn about your quirk if I’m trying to blast you to hell.”

“What?! No! I’m not fighting you!” you retaliate, stepping back into the classroom. You’re not in the mood to get your ass kicked by Bakugou, as hot as that sounds.

“No wonder you’re dating Deku, you’re a coward too!” Bakugou taunts, his outburst washing a wave of silence across the classroom. You manage to keep your body relaxed and expression unperturbed, though fury rages within you. You will not let his intimidation frighten you. You refuse to be the reason he wears his sneer of satisfaction, that sickening smile that appears every time he successfully threatens or demolishes an opponent.

You stare at the ground as dozens of eyes burn into your back, eagerly awaiting your response.

Then, you do something you never thought was possible.

You raise one of your fists and punch Bakugou’s pretty face.

“It’s on, Bakugou.” You spit. Before he reacts, you sprint down the hall towards the training grounds.

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silverspectre · 4 years

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lavender rain || locklyle

🌂 pairing: anthony lockwood x lucy carlyle (mention of flo bones x george cubbins)

🌂 genre: hanahaki!au, could take place anytime during l&c or after teg if the necklace thing hadn’t happened?, angst, idiots to lovers

🌂 words: 1.1k

🌂 tags: yes hanahaki disease iS explained in here don’t worry, angsty stuff, lots of rain, mentions of blood and violent coughing, there’s tension, quill being in l&c is completely disregarded, once again i wrote this at 12 am, there IS a happy ending

🌂 what to expect: “Well? Spit it out, then.”

🌂 author’s note: i keep writing these drabbles at midnight but whateVer and also i haven’t read tcs or teg in a while sO most likely this could take place before that ! this is supposed to take place in the morning, but i kinDa imagined it at night bUT it is in the morning, so no ghosts or anything are out. i hope you enjoy! as always, feedback is always appreciated.

"Well? Spit it out, then."

The rain poured down impatiently, like the ticking of dozens of clock hands. Rivulets of water dripped down Lockwood’s umbrella like tears. He stared at Lucy intensely, attempting to decipher her odd behaviour. Her hair was wet, though now she was shielded from the rain by the protection of Lockwood’s umbrella. Her shivering had stopped, and she pulled the trench coat he gave her closer. It would've been an endearing sight, if he weren't so frustrated with her.

Lucy had been acting strange for months, now. Wheezing, coughing when she thought he was gone. At first it was small - he dismissed it as a cold, encouraging her to drink tea and not overexert herself on missions.

However, a month was a long time for a cold. The coughing progressed as months passed; it'd been up to half a year now, and she was coughing so violently it was concerning. She’d dismiss the topic, leading to arguments which gained heat over time, resulting in this. A fight had flared up again, the tension between them both creating fiery sparks that only got worse. Holly and George had given up talking sense into them, but it was Lucy who'd lost her mind. Lockwood knew this couldn't go on; it'd effect their teamwork and business in the long run. Still, he was sick of Lucy’s attitude and mysteriousness. Why wouldn't she let him care for her? Why did she have to be so goddamn stubborn? They were a team, and more importantly, friends. Had she lost trust in them? Had he done something wrong? Again? No. He couldn't let her leave again, let her risk her life without him by her side to protect her. She was his anchor, and now, it seemed she was floating away.

He’d left in the heat of the argument. Her nonsense bickering drove him mad. He wasn't sure where he was headed, but Lucy had caught up to him, running on the pavement and splashing through puddles.

First, he'd given her his coat and umbrella. She was shivering, rain soaking her hair and clothes, water droplets lacing her eyelashes. She was still beautiful to him even just standing completely doused as the rain beat down on her. Then, once he was sure she was okay, he demanded an explanation.

"I can explain, Lockwood, j-just please listen... and don't be mad..."

She mumbled something quietly.

"What? Speak up, I can't hear you."

More mumbling. "Sorry."

"Well? Spit it out, then."

"D’you... remember the disease that George was telling you about? Back during the Silvershore case?"

Lockwood slowly nodded. It was the Hanahaki disease, a new discovery - and cause of death. Cases of flower-vomiting ghosts had gone up in London. It all started with unreciprocated love. One-sided. The victim would start having seeds in their lungs, flower seeds. It was unknown how they got there, but they'd grow their roots down in the early stages. It was hard to detect, with minor symptons of chest tightening and trouble breathing. It could’ve been passed as heartburn. As the disease progressed, flowers would grow, and bloom. The victim would cough buds, but they still had time to get over their love. It wasn't enough to die; no, it wasn't until the victim started coughing up entire flowers with the stem that the disease had hit the final stage. There were only two ways to cure it, or you'd face certain death. You either had the love reciprocated, or got the flowers surgically removed, and risked losing the ability to love. By then, the love would be too deep to get over.

"It made headlines over the newspapers, the medical discovery... but of course, the disease made no logical sense."

She coughed, leaning down and almost retching onto the pavement as Lockwood held her umbrella.

She produced a single lavender flower, blood staining some delicate petals. It couldn’t be real.

"I have it," she rasped, throat still raw. She looked at him weakly, so vulnerable. "I s'pose i should tell you now. I’m-" her voice caught in her throat, "-scheduled for surgery next Sunday morning." Were those tears in her eyes? "I love you, Lockwood." A tear rolled down her cheek, and she was quick to wipe it away.

Lockwood stood in half-shock. Why hadn’t she told him earlier? It would’ve saved a lot suffering for the both of them. He loved her; he was sure. Hadn’t it been obvious?

"Luce, you're going to regret paying for that surgery."

"I know-" Her voice cracked, fresh tears streamed down her face.

He couldn't even say the next line, pulling her close and encapsulating her lips into a kiss.

Her lips were soft, tasting of tears and strawberries. He didn't mind. His hand found her jawline, thumbing at the bend of it near her ear. She fell apart against him, tears falling anew, and he pulled her closer until he was out of breath.

"Luce," he wiped her tears away and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I love you too."

Her eyes widened, then she turned to the side and lurched forward to cough. He held her. She coughed violently once more - it sounded more painful - and wilted lavenders imbrued in blood fell on the ground. Roots and all. Wasn’t this how the disease ended?

She coughed a little more, getting the taste of blood out of her mouth. She smiled. "I think I’ve gotta call the clinic now," she joked, voice weak. "Have to cancel that surgery."

"Not the time for jokes now, let's head back. You’re still cold and wet. C’mon." He grasped her hand, which fit snug in his, much to his delight. She leaned on his shoulder as they walked back.

"You’re wet too, Lockwood."

He hadn't noticed. "Am I?"

She pecked his cheek. "I’ll make tea for the both of us."

"Not you; Holly."

"Right. You think George’ll be okay?"

"He’ll be fine."

"But he'll be third-wheeling, won't he?"

"Eh, he's got Flo."

Lucy laughed. It was a pretty laugh, and it suited her. "They’re ought to get together soon."

"Enough about them." Lockwood waved the subject away. "Why didn't you tell me that you had the disease earlier?"

"I..." Lucy paused. "I didn't want to ruin our relationship. We work well together, and I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of that."

"You should've told me," Lockwood said softly. "We could've gotten through it together. We’re a team, and I want us to have that trust and honesty."

Lucy nodded as they neared 35 Portland Row.

"Change into something warm, alright?" Lockwood said.

"You too," Lucy replied.

"I love you, Luce."

"I love you too, Lockwood."

“Honestly, it was about bloody time, you two.”

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lockwood & co #locklyle #lucewood #lucy carlyle #lockwood fanfic #lockwood fanfiction #lockwood x lucy #george cubbins #flo bones #*silverspectre

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 3 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The boys and I were quick to pack up our belongings before making a beeline for Mr. Clarke's desk, eager to see if the Heathkit came. All the while Mr. Clarke was reminding the already fleeting class of our homework assignment.

His head turned to us and he didn't seem too surprised to see us so eager. Mike couldn't take the wait any longer and spoke up on the behalf of all of us.

"So, did it come?"

Mr. Clarke looked solemn. "Sorry, guys," Our heads began to hang in disappointment at his words. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... It came!"

My face lit up with relief. We followed Mr. Clarke down the halls in anticipation. Mike got to the door first and eagerly threw it open, the rest of us close on his tail.

"Yes!"

"The Heathkit ham shack," The boys and I were in awe.

"Ain't she a beaut?" Mr. Clarke sighed. Dustin then spoke up. "I bet you could talk to New York on this thing."

"Think bigger." Said Mr. Clarke. I rose my eyebrow and looked to my teacher as I questioned, "California?"

"Bigger." 'No way.'

"Australia?" Mike pressed. We all turned out heads hopefully to Mr. Clarke as he responded with a smile and the shake of his head. We all exclaimed.

"'Ello, this is Mike Wheela', president of Hawkins Middle AV Club."

"You're very welcome, Y/n," He returned the smile, seeming appreciative of the fact that at least one of us said 'Thank you'. He has always been a great teacher, and I don't think anybody ever really appreciates or even thanks him very much. I can't imagine how frustrating it can be as a teacher. I laugh to myself at the sight of my friends playfully fighting over who gets to use it next, when our fun gets cut short at the sound of a knock on the door. We all turn our heads to see the Principle walk in, a couple of men behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, may I borrow Y/n, Michael, Lucas, and Dustin?" To say my stomach dropped would be an understatement as I got a better look at the men out in the hallway and realized it was the Chief and one of his officers.

My mouth ran dry.

'Will.'

"Okay, okay, okay. One at a time all right? You." He points Mike. Mike shakes his head. "You said he takes what?"

"Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood." His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes," I croaked involuntarily, wanting to explain to him that it is just our name for road.

"Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?" He turned to the officer.

"I have not. That sounds made up to me." The officer replied. This timid, awkward man gave me the impression he was more of a 'Yes-man' and knew nothing about what he was doing.

"No, it's from Lord of the Rings."

'Oh, here we go.' I think to myself, sighing.

"Well, The Hobbit."

Mike and I look at each other, knowing what's happening.

"It doesn't matter." Lucas retorted.

"Knock it off!" I warn, trying my best to throw my whisper across the couch without drawing attention to myself.

"He asked!" Dustin nearly shouted.

"Guys!" I hissed.

"'He asked'" Lucas mimicking Dustin, not even listening to me.

I looked over at Mike for help but he is already checked out.

They continue talking over each other in a childish manner and the chief leans forward trying to silence them.

"Hey, hey, hey!" They quieted down finally. "What'd I just say? One at a damn time. You." He nodded to me. He seemed to tolerate just Mike and me.

"Mirkwood, as Mike was saying. It is a real road. It's just the name that's made up, it's what we call it. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet." I finish.

He seems satisfied, finally having a straightforward answer. He leans back in his chair, talking now to Callahan.

"Yeah, all right, I think I know that—"

"We can show you, if you want." Mike offered hopefully, cutting the chief off mid-sentence.

"I said that I know it!"

"We can help look."

"Yeah" Dustin added hopefully.

"No."

"The Hobbit."

"Shut up!" Lucas gave Dustin a swat on the arm.

Dustin reached over and hit Lucas back, knocking me and Mike back in the process. I roll my eyes in annoyance, and fight every urge I have not to shout at them.

"Hey!"

Mike finally snaps. "Stop it!"

They continue hitting each other and Hopper finally leans over and says quietly, in an irritated tone. "Do I make myself clear?"

I was the only one paying attention so based on his tired, lowered voice and his eyes on me, I could tell he was just talking to me at this point.

I shook my head. "Yes," I mutter.

"Do I make myself... clear?" The boys nod their heads in fear, their necks craning up to meet his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The voice coming through sounded like Mike. Rather than getting my hopes up I just decided to stay put, staring at my ceiling, listening in.

"Lucas, do you copy? It's Mike. Lucas? Over."

"Hey, it's Lucas."

"I know it's you. And say 'over' when you're done talking so I know when you're done. Over." I roll my eyes and smile.

"I'm done. Over." I chuckle at this.

"I'm worried about Will. Over." My smile quickly falls.

I can hear Lucas sigh. "Yeah. This is crazy. Over."

"I was thinking..." Now I was really paying attention. "Will could've cast Protection last night, but he didn't. He cast fireball. Over." I sat up slowly, my eyebrows furrowed at the walkie.

"What's your point? Over."

"My point is... he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party. Over." A bittersweet smile flutters across my face briefly at this.

"Meet me in ten. Over and out."

'To hell with adults.' I tell myself. I leap off my bed and grab the walkie, knowing they'll still be able to hear me.

"Forgetting someone? Over."

"Y/n? Over." It was Mike.

"Don't worry, I'll let Dustin know. Over and out."

I retract the walkie before shoving it into my bag and heading for Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Ah, man. This is it." Lucas broke the silence as we approached the barrier closing off the path where his bike was supposedly found. We all came to a stop.

For a brief moment, the woods were lit up by lightning in the distance as thunder bellowed across the sky. Dustin looked up at the blanket of clouds above the trees, his voice shaking.

"Hey, guys. You feel that?" He was obviously referring to the rain that fell on his face. I roll my eyes. "I think maybe we should go back."

"No!" Mike and I said simultaneously.

"We're not going back. Just stay close." Mike and Lucas continued on into woods. I was eager to follow them but not without trying to reassure my brother.

Knowing my brother, he would rather stay in a group than split up. Sure enough, he gave in.

"Hey, guys, wait up!" He said, dropping his bike. "Wait up!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The thunder rumbled, and as we ventured deeper into the forest I could feel the light drizzle of rain evolving into a steady downpour.

"WILL!"

"WILL!" I cried.

"Byers!" Lucas yelled.

Dustin tried a different approach. "I've got your X-Men 134!"

Our flashlights were hardly making a difference at this point. Dustin spoke up again. "Guys, I really think we should turn back."

"Seriously, Dustin?" Lucas exclaimed. "You wanna be a baby, then go home already!"

"I'm just being realistic Lucas!"

"No, you're just being a big sissy."

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?"

I start to slow down once I heard something in the bushes.

"Dustin, shut up." Mike spoke up.

'Okay, thankfully, Mike must have heard it too.'

"I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?"

"Dustin!" I snap. "Zip it!"

Now the rustling was loud and clear.

"Did you guys hear that?" Mike asks.

I just shake my head, looking around for the source of the noise. The rustling is louder than ever and we all turn in the direction it came from. All our flashlights pointed in that direction. Then we heard it again. It was right behind us. We whipped around to find a girl, with a buzz cut, wearing nothing but 'Benny's Burgers' T-shirt. We all stood there, mouths agape at this girl, shivering and cowering in fear.

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