DEAN + cleaning weapons

Zombie Horde x AMAB transfem/gn reader who is working to find a cure for the zombie epidemic?

Like I was imagining reader works in a lab that is then overrun, and reader attempts to flee the horde or secretly continue their experiments when they aren’t looking.

Eventually maybe reader gets used to it and decides to take advantage of the “willing” and (usually) non-violent test subjects.

Love ur work btw <3

i havent given you guys your dose of zombie bitches lately so here ya go <3 this can be also be read as gn maybe

Zombie Horde x MtF!Reader Who's Looking for a Cure

CW: i will make you sob at the end istg, a bit of ewuh body stuff

💀 You've been trying to find a cure ever since the first wave of the epidemic, but the virus spread so quickly that you had to halt your research and flee the city, getting in your car after loading all your equipment and supplies in the trunk and driving off.

💀 Now, after just a few months, you were living in a symbiotic relationship with the very things you swore to destroy. At that point, you've forgotten all about the cure, thinking that there was no more hope on this earth for rehabilitation.

💀 But while lying down in your zombie husband pile at night, the idea sparked in your brain yet again, making you sit up, Ribs' head falling from your shoulder, waking him up.

💀 "S-sorry! So sorry Hun! Uhm..I gotta get something!" You pat Ribs' head before stumbling out of your bed, careful not to trip over the others. Bo blinks a bit before getting up and following you.

💀 You hear a low purr behind you as you were putting on your jacket and backpack and see Bo with a pleading, sleepy face. please come back..it's cold... you could imagine him saying. You chuckle and give him a kiss on the nose. "I'll be back, I promise!" and you run off outside to the parking lot.

💀 You retrieve your supplies from your old car, it's dusty and a bit dirty but the papers you've written were still readable.

💀 You carry the box of stuff back with you, Screw and Soda waiting for you and cocking their heads at the sight of their little mate carrying a box full of tubes and paper.

💀 The horde curiously watches you search through the papers, sometimes writing things down. You mumble soft words they didn't understand whilst looking over two or more papers.

💀 Eventually, you circle a string of letters and numbers and you hold your head in your hands with wide eyes, Screw crawls up to you cooing and you turn to him with the biggest smile on your face.

💀 "I think I got it.."

💀 He cocks his head with a chirp.

💀 "I have the cure..."

💀 You would've never considered it, but with your new discovery of visible consciousness in infected subjects, brain recovery and even bodily recovery can be possible, you just had to find a solution that can increase the body's constructive systems.

💀 You would forge for materials far beyond where you usually searched and would meet up with other survivors to exchange goods in order to conduct your research.

💀 Of course, your husbands were willing to help you, once you told them about your plan, they were so happy! Flesh like yours? Count us in! Ribs especially wants to help; he very much wants his torso back...

💀 The first tests weren't very fruitful but gave interesting results, one experiment with Bo included an injection to his arm, which made his heart beat for a few seconds before slowing and stopping like it was before.

💀 You would also see signs of growth, both Screw and Soda's wounds would appear to be healing themselves.

💀 After a few months of experimentation, you were starting to give up, the boys' wounds and lost body parts being unable to grow back.

💀 It was alright for you though, you never really expected to find the cure so easily, and you weren't sure if it could even work on other zombies.

💀 At least the boys looked a bit better than before though, their hair could grow like a human's and their limps were gone, their joints rejuvenated and no longer rigid, allowing them to move like a normal human and not a living corpse.

💀 You thought that was all that you got from your experiments when..

💀 "(Y-Y/N)?"

💀 That...voice? It sounds familiar somehow...

💀 "Babygirl? Can you hear me?" the voice says again, it was gruff with a bit of a southern accent.

💀 "That's not her name!" Another voice, more higher pitched that the first.

💀 "It's a nickname Ribs!" One quietly says.

💀 Your neck almost snaps at the speed you turned back.

💀 "Uhm..hey there babes.." Bo says awkwardly.

💀 Looks like their vocal chords grew back too...

skin ship + dreamies.

wc/genre: idk, pretty short though, fluff, suggestive.... lmao established relationships with nonidol!dreamies! reqs openn

cw/note: none! late night post, not requested but i had this idea while studying bc... shit has been going on in my life and i! need! comfort! lmk what you think, masterlist is on my page, take care of urselves, i am in no way saying love can cure mental illness in any of my posts btw! i thought i'd just clarify lol

mark... he's so touchy with you and he's such a nerd about it LOL, he loves you and freaks out. like yes he's confident don't get me wrong but once he sees you and realizes that he has you, he pounces. he hugs you so hard people might think you'd disappear. it's always so full of love and he has a geeky smile and you can hear his breathy giggles in your ear. also likes pulling your toes when you're on your bed scrolling in PEACE. he does it so hard and you never fail to fly off wherever you're sitting to chase him across the apartment. cheek pincher on the low. honestly loves any skin ship under the sun. especially on any exposed skin, smooches <3 shoulder kiss enthusiast and he's very good at it :') likes catching you off guard with any skin ship. pulls you tight whenever you sleep

renjun... hand tracing dear god. he loves your hands, no matter what they look like. YES i know its cliche but he loves messing with your rings, painting your nails, etc. he thinks he's being so slick and cool but he's so cute about it because he also doesn't care, like he has no reason to not show you how beautiful he believes every part of you is. sometimes he doesn't even notice, he just takes ahold of your wrists or forearm and drapes it on his lap. maybe he likes to put his fingers in ur mouth I DON'T KNOW??? esp when you wave ur finger in his face... not super touchy when cuddling but you always end up with his hand in yours. sometimes switches rings with you and doesn't notice until he's taking off his jewelry to go to bed and he's giggling into his hand like an 8 year old lol. likes pinching the skin on your upper back and thighs. finds comfort in tracing his fingertips on your collarbones before bed, helps you both fall asleep fast

jeno... god he's such a hip guy. loves a cheeky lil slap on the butt at any time of the day OFC but also just likes having his hands on your hips, likes to feel ur hipbones/curves y'know. you're so beautiful to him. he always pretends to get the wind knocked out of him when he sees u... hes so cheesy. sometimes when you're watching a movie he sits you between his legs and innocently snakes one finger under your clothes to feel the skin on the expanse on your upper hip and stomach. he loooves stomachs. especially if they're soft or not defined like those old greek paintings, he likes how different you feel from him if that makes sense.... bc he's lean. unless you're lean too he kinda gets fomo like damn did you hit the gym without him lol. also a cheek pincher, just likes messing with your face in general. cute sleeper, tucks you under his chin, ends up with his head under your shirt bc he gets cold at night and is always so surprised when he wakes up pfft. also an upper arm rubber. pls trace your finger on his nose brige.

haechan... mf. any skin ship have you seen this man. i will say the skin ship he has with you and the way he goes about it is different because he wants to make it a point that yes, he's touchy but only you get certain privileges or touches. especially when you two are alone. he likes to look at you while you sleep, not in a weird way he just likes that this is the one time you let him play with your hair and kiss your fingertips without you bursting into shy giggles. a lot of people think he would be a goofy bf and yeah that's true but he wants to so badly do well in this relationship. he cares about you so much. some nights when he looks at you he's thinks he just might cry. gives you lots of typical skin ship but also just is super domestic and sweet and considerate of your feelings. LOOVES, loves and i mean adores hiding his face in the crook of your neck, likes your natural scent sm, makes him smiley.

jaemin... like haechan he likes to watch you when you sleep but in the morning instead, when he wakes up before you. likes whispering things to you about how gorgeous he thinks you are and how can someone look so pretty when they've been tossing and turning all night. smiles to himself always. pokes your cheeks especially when you're puffy and sleepy. his favorite type of skin ship is pulling your cheek. he also likes brushing up your brows and running his thumb on your lower lip. gosh he's just so so sweet. he's obsessed with you in the best way. likes being around you. hand on the waist when he's trying to maneuver himself behind you to reach for his toothbrush in the bathroom > AGH. has no limits to how touchy he is in his mind. like if you are equally as touchy or just enjoy skin ship and don't mind him giving you puppy dog eyes through the mirror as he brushes your hair, its an easy open for him to do what he wants with you. I KNOW this is kinda all over the place but just imagine someone being in absolute adoration of you, your body, your skin, your face in a non creepy way LOL etc, etc. very wholesome

chenle... waist holder. oh MY god. he's not really touchy, in my opinion and from what i've seen, but he is a clinger. he likes skin ship mostly and only if he gets to initiate it. makes him feel manly muahaha. dont get me wrong, adores you doing slight skin ship with him but when he gets to tuck you under him at night or is able to trace the underside of your jaw. OH MY GOD he loves putting his finger under your chin to lift your face to look up at him please??? is so cocky about this and even if you're taller or his height, he loves to catch you when you're sitting down and it never fails to make you lose your mind. yeah yeah he likes it when you touch his neck, he's corny like that. laying your hand on his chest when you kiss GOD??? he combusts every time. it's moments like these where he doesn't mind you initiating touches bc it makes him feel special and wanted. please give him attention when you've seen he's had a hard day. he never knows how to ask for you, but now you've gotten into the swing of being around each other and learning what each other likes when it comes to skin to skin contact.

jisung... another fucking cheek poker dude. can never grasp the fact that yeah, you're sitting next to him, willingly watching his favorite movie with him, sharing a blanket, with the fresh cookies you made. wants to make sure you're real so he pokes you. he doesn't think he doesn't deserve you he just, is so proud of himself for bagging you and needs to make sure he isn't lucid dreaming LOL. ya'll need to wake up, yeah jisung has probably never had a relationship up until you but oh... oh once he learns how to fluster you, its like he hit the jackpot. knows how much you like him kissing the top of your spine before bed and you learned that tugging on the hairs and the nape of his neck has earned you several reactions in the past. its a very sweet and intimate relationship, watching the both of you test the waters with shy pecks or head pats until you finally date for long enough that he fully feels confident falling asleep on your chest with his arms caging around your waist. likes pretty basic skin ship, he't not a poet or anything yknow LMAO so expect a lot of neck pecks, head pats, hugs where he shifts his weight in between his feet and rocks you back and forth, he's just a sweetie

i saw you’re open to requests right now, and i love how you write carmy!! i was wondering if you could do anything about him teaching r how to cook? helping them with a recipe? i love ur work!!🫶

Stop you're gonna make me blush 😭

But, yes, I take requests. I took some creative liberties with this one, but I like how it turned out.

Soft jazz filled Carmy’s cozy apartment as the two of you stood in the kitchen. Carmy was next to you, trying to make sense of your Dad’s sloppy cursive writing. “I - this man… what the fuck does he mean by light brown chicken?” he mumbled, getting more confused by the second. “And to think the three Michelin star chef can’t figure out what this is BUT had the gull to taunt his non-three Michelin star chef partner for being confused.” Carmy rolled his eyes at your rebuttal and playfully nudged you, “Shut up baby.”  you laughed and handed him the card. “They never taught us about ‘Daddy soup’ in culinary school.” you shrugged and took another sip of broth, gagging at the taste. “I don’t know how I fucked up that soup so bad.” Carmy laughed. “Describe it to me- I will figure it out.”

With the recent passing of your father, you’d found yourself desperate to find a way to connect to him, hence the need for ‘Daddy soup’ growing up; whenever it was cold out or whenever you or your siblings were upset, he’d make ‘Daddy soup’ it was the cure to everything. You attempted to explain it to Carmy, “It was chicken? Maybe turkey? There was carrot… celery? I don’t know- it just tasted like love.”

Carmy spent weeks cross-referencing cookbooks and online recipes. He made stock after stock after stock. He called both of your sisters to get a new perspective on what he should do. After weeks of eating only soup for lunch and dinner, Carmy thought he’d figured it out. “Hey, you doin’ anythin’ tonight?” Carmy asked when you answered the phone, “What you cookin’ me?” “Don’t make me say it…” Carmy awkwardly chuckled, “I’ll come over at 7.” 

“Okay, can you chop these for me while I shred this duck,” Carmy explained, handing you one of his knives. “Be careful, Syd, and I sharpened our knives last night.” you shot him a confused look, “The fattiness of the duck was what my first and fourth attempts were missing- it’ll be good, I promise.” You shot Carmy a quizzical look but started chopping onions and carrots as he’d instructed. He helped you cook the garlic, making sure it didn’t burn this time around. 

“Okay. Try it.” Carmy said, biting the inside of his cheek. As you brought a spoon up to your lips, he swallowed nervously. He stared at you intensely as you tasted the soup. You licked your lips and took another spoonful from the pot. You stood there momentarily and thought, “Well, it’s not Daddy soup but Carmy soup.” Carmy frowned at your criteria, “I thought I had it-” “Carmy, I don’t think anyone can recreate my Dad’s soup, but this is delicious and tastes like love. Thank you.”

Refuge | chapter four. 

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chapter four: changes. 

wordcount: 2.1k summary: the aftermath of everything that has been warnings: estrangement, recovery from trauma, mentions of child death. some fluff a/n: reshuffling over! lmk ur thoughts <3

You stayed true to your word. 

You started your own book club; letting the gossiping, brutal women of Jackson into your safe haven and their shrill giggles fill your bookshop. You even smiled along, a quick flash of your teeth assuring them all that you considered yourself one of them even when theydidn’t think so. You knew it’d get back to Maria if you didn’t cooperate. 

It wasn’t too bad, though. The book club whispered about Joel, sure - but only until you walked into the room. It was all nervous grins and terrible changes of topic after that, with their breaths held and eyes darting. They were scared of you; you’d gained a reputation after the…incident. 

Speaking of Maria, she hadn’t so much as approached you. No, she lurked in the shadows, with tight-lipped smiles and apologetic winces. Fred was eating solids now, and Maria practically had her tongue in his ass every time you saw them. You saw the judgement in their eyes. Straigtening, you turned away. 

Tommy had come by and sat down for a cup of tea, spending hours straightening everything out. You’d forgiven him, despite not understanding why he hid Joel from you.Maybe he was a coward. Maybe he was just an idiot. You didn’t care. Either ways, he was truly sorry. That was enough. 

You looked different now. Like a lion with blunt, rounded claws, and teeth that had been pulled out by a merciless owner for his amusement. Your hair and your nails and your appetite were better, easier to look at. Gone was the animalistic fervor that had once been written on your face. Your cheeks were fuller now, flushed in the cold; eyes softer too. 

You looked like her again. Sarah’s mother, Joel’s wife. You. The mirrors in your house found themselves draped with old bedsheets. Their reflection was a jarring, cruel sight you’d long stopped looking at. 

You couldn’t shake the thought that Sarah would have hated what you became - weak, timid, broken. You could picture it - the frown; Joel’s frown - and the way she’d curl her bottom lip out. Aching for her was inevitable. 

If there was a God, you would have begged Him to let you die in her place. But there wasn’t, so you decided to live for her, instead. 

Each rise of the sun signified battle, more ground to cover and another step to take. To get out of bed, to change, to shower. To open the shop, to wave at people, to smile. 

 And in the dark hours when the sun’s warmth abandoned you, familiar shadows crept into your room to wrap themselves around you once again. They crawled into your mind and festered within you; a sickness with no cure. Under the safety of your blanket, the tears would come - and with them, the panic. All you had to ground you were two words that served as both your blessing, and your curse. A brand marring the flesh of your psyche; seared into your soul. 

I lived. 

Sisyphus was punished for cheating death, too, wasn’t he? 

You established a strict routine. Wake, shower, change. Go on a walk, pick flowers, go to the store, open the shop. Repeat. 

A lifeline, really, to stop you from scratching at the plaster on your walls. You’d forgotten how exhausting it was to pretend being okay when you weren’t. You’d forgotten how exhausting it was to fall apart alone, too. It left a bitter taste on your tongue. 

The good days were good, but the bad ones were terrible. Hands would grasp at your mouth, your neck, your chest, limbs growing heavy; and you’d be underwater again. 

You stayed in bed longer on those days. The routine would fall apart, and so would you. 

Against all odds - and intent - you made a new friend. It started with a grin from across the street, making you look over your shoulder in confusion. Surely that was meant for someone else? Brows furrowing at the empty street behind you, you’d reciprocated- but the grimace on your face was unyielding, lips stretching in an awkward baring of your teeth. You walked home faster that day, that replying laugh ringing in your ears. A warm, infectious grin turned into a smirk, paired with a “Hi!” you couldn’t resist replying to. Until you walked into her at the store, not having the heart to turn down her offer to walk home with you, realising you couldn't resist replying to everything else, either. The circumstances of your initial meeting were forgotten, and a bond was forged; purely because of the way her eyes twinkled with excitement, forgoing pleasantries for an exclamation that made you laugh. 

“I can’t believe you’re such a badass, I mean-not that you can’t be, just that I wasn’t expecting it, y’ know?” 

You’d quickly found that once she started talking, it took the threat of a clicker for Ellie to stop. And since you were in Jackson, and the threat non-existent, she prattled in your ear for nearly half an hour before you excused yourself. Initially, you’d been overwhelmed with her monologues - and a little concerned with the low number of breaths she took in between the rush of words that came tumbling out of her mouth. Nevertheless, there was something about the adorable way that she said exactly what was on her mind that warmed you up towards her, her constant chattering carving a way into your heart. 

I didn’t know Joel had a wife. God, when I met you I thought you were a little scary, maybe even a little weird, y’ know? I mean, you did kinda try to stab me with a pen? But that’s ok - Joel told me you didn’t know about Sarah. I’m really sorry about her, by the way. I know you said you didn’t want people to be sorry but like, I am. Plus, you’re nice to me now, so it doesn’t matter. You run a bookshop, right? Wait-do you have comics? Or joke books? 

Her answering squeal at the dip of your chin had made you smile - the first, genuine time your lips had stretched and lifted of their own volition - and so began yet another ritual. Ellie came by almost everyday, ignoring you when you said she could take home whatever she liked, arguing with a I have an excuse to visit you now! It all works out, see. She’d sit, and you’d make her some tea-she hated coffee, and her description of no wonder Joel’s so bitter all the time nearly made you giggle- and you’d both talk, or read, or just sketch together. 

It quickly became your favorite part of each day. 

Sometimes, she’d bring her friends too. They’d giggle about stupid jokes and shoot each other longing glances while thumbing through the pages of books they hadn’t even read the cover of, clearly neglecting their reading in favor of much better, important things like how stupid is Eugene’s new haircut? The fact that they got to have these moments at all - in your bookshop of all places (adolescence breeds fragility in spaces considered “safe” enough) - soothed a raw, gaping wound you hadn’t noticed before. The sounds of their laughter scared the nightmares for a few hours. 

Though, you suppose calling them nightmares wouldn’t be quite so apt anymore. Memories, more like. The image of Joel’s knees on your vinyl tiles, was one you saw every time you closed your eyes. Shoulders slack, hands trembling and bloodshot eyes. Lips wobbling and voice cracking; the deafening silences of his confirmation. Repentance. 

You wanted to turn back time; to pull his hands into yours, to kiss away his tears and let him bury his head into your shoulder, like he used to. To hold him and tell him over and over not to join his palms; not to kneel. 

One repents only for the sins they have committed. 

Sarah’s death was not his fault. 

Tommy told you how it happened. And you hadn’t slept for a week when you found out she died in his arms. The distance between you and him was suffocating. The gaping maw of a chasm threatening to swallow you whole.

It hurt more to know he was within your reach, yet just out of grasp. 

He had shut himself away this time. The fight with Ellie had supposedly gotten worse - though you hadn’t yet intervened; you didn’t know if you still had the place to. Joel didn’t leave the house except for necessities and to go on his patrols. You only knew because you'd been at the store one day when you saw him. Eyes sunken, cheeks hollower, beard overgrown and scraggly. Fingers inching towards him, you’d barely opened your mouth when his eyes had locked on yours, and he’d promptly turned away to walk out. 

You didn’t open the bookshop that day. Or leave your bed again, for that matter. 

Ellie had stood outside in the cold for hours. 

You didn’t blame him for his isolation. The lack of contact between you both had become another scandal in Jackson, providing many ladies with the wondrous opportunity to appoint themselves to make him casseroles and cookies and cakes and whatever the fuck else they were making him, shameless enough to leave it at his door when he stopped opening it for them. Again, you said nothing. Again, you didn’t know if you still held the place.  

The attention he got was unsettling, but expected. It had been the same before the outbreak, too. Jealousy, however, was a feeling that didn’t come to you often. Joel hadn’t ever given you anything to be jealous about. 

Which was why you weren’t sure what to make of that woman - Tess. You weren’t upset with Joel. You just didn’t know how to feel. He thought you were dead, too. The world ended, Sarah died. Tommy left. He had no one. If her presence eased the burden on his back, the smudges of blue on his lips, or the wild, haunted look in his eyes, you felt comforted by the fact that she was with him. She had died for him and Ellie. That alone, made you pick a flower in her remembrance every single morning, putting it in your window as a reminder for yourself. She saved him; she was the reason he was here at all. 

Which was why you hated that the idea of her still stung a little. You felt stupid, wanted to claw your hair and pinch the back of your hand. You didn’t even know if Joel still considered himself your husband, and yet the thought of him with someone else still made your clothes feel too tight. 

You always picked the brightest flower. 

It was on one of your worst days, when your mind had been spitting vile, spiteful quips at you that you cracked. That the silence between you and him transformed into a brutal, merciless thing; gripping your throat and making you choke on your tears as you lay in bed. 

You hated him. 

For the limbo he’d thrown you into. He’d defend you to Maria but he wouldn’t talk to you. He’d fight with Ellie, threaten Fred, but he’d walk out of a store if he saw you. 

He hates me. He hates me and blames me and Tess would have been so much better. Tess should have survived. He hates me for living. Sarah should be here. Tess should be here. But they aren’t, and he’s left with me, and he hates me. 

All you knew was you needed him. You flung your blanket off and bolted down your stairs, without thinking. A steady chant of his name overtook your mind, wiping away everything else. You flung your door open, defenseless against the frigid bite in the air as you stood in nothing but a shirt that hung loose on your frame and shorts that didn’t even reach your knees. And you ran, barefoot, until you were shivering, staring at his porch. Wracking your mind, you tried to come up with an excuse or an idea or something to explain your presence at three fucking am, sinking your teeth into your lip in irritation at the absolute blank you faced. 

Until you heard a sniffle, from the other side of the door. 

You didn’t realise you’d reached his door until your fist was rapping against it, softly. You didn’t know what to say until the words it’s me had already left your mouth. 

The sound of a muffled thud reached you, and a shuffle. A pause at the door - as if in deliberation. You held your breath. 

And waited. 

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Doug Remer and Joe Cooper Headcannons

Gender Neutral :)

MDNI NSFW/SUGGESTIVE THEMES

Doug Remer

- Definitely would pick you up when he hugs you, especially if you’re way shorter than him

-He probably makes fun of you in a loving way, calling you nicknames to “mock” your height difference, that type of guy to use your shoulder as an armrest to annoy you.

-“I’m like a tree compared to you, it’s adorable how short you are” with a sly smile (mf you wanna be a tree i’m gonna climb you like one)

-Going with the hug thing, he would so sling you over his shoulder and carry you away. You’re having a conversation with Coop? Too bad, you’re getting swept up and carried away.

-This man would be down bad, like yeah he seems all smooth and shit but deep down he prob twitches when he gets nervous.

-Playing with his hands and twiddling his thumbs, blushing if you literally just acknowledge his presence. If he flirts and you reciprocate that?? Boy he’s a mf goner, consider him folded.

-Definitely the type of guy to be having his arm draped around ur waist and then manhandle your ass, playfully yes but you’d give him the stink eye and he’d act like he didn’t do anything.

-Would get high with you and then beg for you to do his makeup, straddling his waist as you sit there putting eyeliner and lashes on him. (maybe you can convince him to put on a dress to flatter his slutty waist, oop who said that).

-Loves the feeling of your hands in his hair. Sometimes will just lay down with his head in your lap in the hopes that you’ll get the message. Looking up through his eyelashes with puppy dog eyes.

-Wants to always be in physical contact with you, a hand on your thigh, arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. You name it he will yearn for it, even if it’s just interlocking pinkies under the kitchen table.

Joe Cooper

-Personally, Coop to me feels like a gentle lover, afraid to break you just by holding your hand as if you’re a fragile artifact.

-Maybe it’s my personal view, but just like trey i feel as if coop would also be an avid enjoyer of The Cure.

-If you’re goth you definitely told him he looks like blonde Robert Smith once and that almost brought a tear to his eye (this is just fact trey looks like young robert in my eyes).

-Yearning love, would have a crush on you in highschool but would never tell you out of fear of rejection or you pushing him away.

-He is the type of guy to sneak looks and then get flustered and look away if you catch him, maybe even grabbing a book or some shit and acting like he’s doing something completely different.

-Along with this he is so oblivious to your affections, remer and squeak would be screaming at him that you reciprocate feelings and he’d pull some “idk man” bullshit.

-Would drunk dial you, i will take no critcism. Coop would call you after a few drinks and tell you he pissed his pants at school in sophmore year or some shit. (You’d never bring it up though to not embarrass him).

-Literally generates heat, bro is a mf fireplace. You’re cold? Go sit next to Coop, it’s not like he’s gonna let you leave his side anyways. You’re babysitting him 24/7 (not that you mind).

hi hi!!!! i love ur work.....can u write some optimus angst for me?? maybe ratchet is there too.

Thanks!

I hope this is satisfactory

Ratchet's hands were shaking as he poured a vial of the remedy into Optimus' energon line. At this point, the Prime had gone into power-down, the body's last-ditch effort to conserve whatever strength was left.

Despite the gentle beeping from the vital readers, the medic was still concerned that it was already too late. He didn't know how he was going to explain that to the others, especially Arcee and Bumblebee. All that effort for naught--

No. He thought. You shouldn't think that way.

Ratchet had no belief in getting what one puts out into the universe, of course, but there was no point in fretting when he could be continuing to try to improve Optimus' recovery.

He turned an air vent towards his patient, blasting cold air over his overheating frame. It wheezed in response to the sudden temperature change, and he responded in turn by rotating it away slightly.

"Come on, Optimus..." He opened the energon lines more, to allow the medicine to stream in rather than drip in slowly. "You can't leave us. You can't leave me."

He sighs and turns away quickly in response to a medical device beeping, and he reads it thoroughly. From behind him, he can hear the creak of Optimus' frame as he awakens, taking a long vent and coughing. He whips around at breakneck speeds and comes to the cot, supporting his frame carefully.

"Optimus--"

"My head hurts..." The other whined, which Ratchet figured was a good sign, ironically. He at least had enough energy to complain instead of just staring at Ratchet with a listless expression.

"I'm sorry about that. It should right itself shortly." Ratchet spoke softly, propping the other's head up carefully to make it easier for him to vent.

"What happened?"

"You contracted Cybonic plague. Arcee and Bumblebee managed to obtain the cure."

Optimus nodded slowly, the listless expression returning as he remembered things from the previous night. "Megatron is still alive."

"...Yes." Ratchet replied.

In actuality, no one knew if he were still alive or not.

But Optimus didn't need that right now. All he should worry about is his recovery.

"When it's Time" Part 3, Finale

Tooru Oikawa x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

summary : Time, it goes and runs out. However, his love for you never does and never ever will. Because his heart, is all yours.

warnings : none

genre : self doubt, lost of confidence, sfw and ofc fluff as well

word count: 1,006 words 5,530 characters

a/n : f/n - friend's name { Also ur siblings with Iwaizumi } After a month, finally! Here's "When it's Time" Part 3 🤍

A week has passed and you were cured of your fever. Within that one week, you had to stay home from school. However and nevertheless, Iwaizumi and Oikawa took care of you once their practice was over in the afternoon. Oikawa would sleep with you whenever you felt like dozing off and Iwaizumi, as the older brother he was, prepped warm, delicious food to your liking. Now that you're back attending classes, you caught up immediately with the lessons. Which got you back on track right away. "Y/N-san!" A voice called out to you. "Oikawa! Hajime!" You replied back in the same tone. You walked up to them smiling. Standing in front of them you asked, "You guys need something? I just finished my last class for today, but I'm guessing you both still have practice." "We do, but it's actually our break right now. We were just passing by." Iwaizumi replied. "Also, next time bring an umbrella with you Y/N-chan. I wouldn't want to see you sick again." Oikawa said in a worried yet glad tone. "Or maybe you should get sick again, not a fever though, so I can take of you once more." He adds, winking slightly at you." "Don't you dare flirt with my sister, idiot." Iwaizumi said hitting him lightly on the shoulder. *chuckles with a hint of pink spread across your face* "Thank you for taking care of me, really. I appreciate your concern as well." As you look at Oikawa, you were wondering if he was stating true feelings or just playing with your heart since it looked like he has changed his whole personality towards you. "Boys, back to the court now!" You hear their coach calling them, which somewhat breaks the moment. "Oh, we have to go. See you later, Y/N." They say, heading to the volleyball court. You wave at them before heading out, yet when you turned around, you saw your best friend shocked as ever. "How long have you been standing there, F/N?" You say to her with curiosity. "T-that you don't need to know, but that was Oikawa...!" She tells you highly surprised. "Yes? And what about it?" You ask F/N. "I-i thought you hated him? I guess I was wrong." She answers you with a grin. The blush on your face started to turn tinted, into a bright pink. *laughs* "Y/N, you've fallen hard. I hope he catches you though." F/N says, teasing you a bit more. "Oh shut up!" You told her. "Anyways, what do you think about coming over to my house today?" You friend asks you. "Oh, sure! I'll just tell Hajime. One moment." You respond, taking your phone out as you proceed to message your brother. "Alright, finished. Let's go!" You say, rushing out with excitement dragging her along. After the small hangout, you texted your brother to come pick you up. Minutes later, someone arrived and came up to you. "Hi Y/N-chan!" Oikawa says as he reaches out his hand motioning for you to give him your school bag. "Oh, hi Oikawa. Where's Hajime?" You ask him in confusion wondering why he isn't with him. "We went to your house and he decided that he wanted to take a shower. So he told me to pick you up." He replied. While you were walking home with him, you noticed your favorite restaurant ahead. *stomach growls* "Looks like you're hungry, little cutie." Oikawa says with a smirk. *sighs* "I wasn't able to eat, so I guess I am. Can we eat there?" You ask him pointing at the restaurant near you. A bit of hesitation, but he agreed. Anything for you and you alone.

Later on, he pays for the food and brings it outside where you both are seated. As you enjoy the food, you were starting to feel a bit cold and tried to brush it off. Oikawa noticed that. "Don't just brush it off like it's nothing, Y/N." He says, as he slowly takes off his jacket and places it on you. "I wouldn't want my little cutie to catch cold. Mmm?" You got a bit flustered and did your best to stutter out a reply. "W-what about you?" You ask him.. "Don't worry about me, you're more important and that's what matters." He tells you, patting your head. "Plus, Iwa-chan wouldn't be happy if you got sick a second time and if we were caught together." "Enjoy, while it lasts." Was his last words before going back to his seat to continue eating. After you eat, he takes your hand and you leave the restaurant.

You both walk home admiring the setting sun before you. The scene ends, however, when you hear you brother's voice. "Y/N, what took you so long!?" "And as for you, step away from my sister this instant." Iwaizumi says, nearly closing the door on his face. "Wait Haji! Let me talk to him. Please?" You tell him, holding the door tightly. "Fine! You better be quick because I am watching you two." You take Oikawa outside and once there, slowly look at the ground. But, he put his hand on your chin and brought your face up to meet his eyes. He then went down to your level and gave you a kiss. Soon pulling away so that you both can catch your breath. "Thank you for today, Y/N-chan. I have one more request for you." "Will you be my girlfriend?" He says, eagerly waiting for a response. "You know what Tooru. No isn't even an option here." You tell him, marking this to be one of the happiest moments in your life. "Finally. Finally." "I can't believe it." He exclaims. How long have you been waiting for this then?" You said, letting out a light chuckle. "Not sure, it just feels like an eternity." He replied, with a smile made across his face; And his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Tooru." "Always and forever, now that it's time."

The End. Thank you so much for being patient in waiting for this story to come to a close !

This is (still) not the OFMD medical horror essay

...but there I was, minding my own business and looking up recipes in apothecary manuals, and I accidentally opened up the 1653 edition of John French's The Art of Distillation.

Figure 1. AND I FOUND A THING.

(...although this printing is from 1667 -- maybe there's an even earlier edition, who knows, 17th century publishing was weird what can I say.)

SO TELL ME JOHN FRENCH, what should we know about baths -- by which I mean, what did Stede know?

Or better yet-- based on these publication dates (and for maximum angst)...

What did Stede's dad know?

Maybe I am doing medical horror here, WHOOPS OH WELL.

Ahem:

Seeing [that] by bathing and sweating most diseases are cured, especially such as proceed from wind, hot, and distempered humours, or cold and congealed humors; because all these are rarified, and evaporated by transpiration in sweating, or bathing, I thought it a thing much conducing to man's health, to set down such a way of bathing and sweating that might be very effectual, and appropriated to any particular disease or distemper.

So what I like about this paragraph is that, leaving aside the "new and cool" way of bathing that our man French here is about to describe, it tells us what the reading audience may already know about the Wonders of Bathing-- specifically, that:

bathing and sweating? serve a similar purpose

and that purpose is to evaporate (or "rarify", which may mean... make less dense? OKAY, MERRIAM-WEBSTER) the humors

which humors, you may ask? why, the hot and distempered ones (what might make a young lad sass his father), or the cold and congealed ones (what might make a young lad pick flowers and cry a lot)

French then goes on to give us a rundown of his awesome new inventions for bathing, all of which come down to DIFFERENT TUB-TYPES connected to a STILL:

A, Signifies a hot Still with two pipes going into two wooden vessels; In this Still you may put either [herbs], or spices, with water, or with Spirits, and distil them by which means, they that are in the vessels will presently be forced into a sweat, by vertue of the subtlety of the vapours. And this indeed is as a good and effectual a way for sweating as any can be invented: You may by this means appropriate your ingredients to the nature of the diseases.

Figure 2. Well, technically figure A for French, but essentially the primary mechanism for creating enough heat to make the patient sweat in their bath, plus a bunch of medicinal bits and bobs (and... alcohol?) to aid in said pickling sweating.

B, A vessell wherein a man fits in the bath. Now this vessel hath in it a door, for the easier going into it, which fashion is far better, and more convenient, than to be open only at the top.

Figure 3. (or B.) BEHOLD THE BATH BOX. Lock ur boy in until he sweats the gay out.

C, A long vessel where a man that is weak, and not able to sit up, lies and is bathed.

Figure 4. OH LOOK. IT IS. A FULL-SIZED BATHTUB. For the ~weak.

Figure 5. Stede Bonnet's entirely impractical tub (plus or minus one extraneous Blackbeard). Compare and contrast.

INTERESTING.

So... what else can you tell us, John French. What else could Stede, with historical accuracy, been subjected to?

Let's start with:

Whatever temperature of steam his medical professionals (...or father) thought he could "bear" before it got diverted away.

Now you must note, that these vapours must not be hotter than the Patient can bear: also if the vapour come forth too hot upon the body of the Patient, he may by putting a pipe, upon the end of the pipe that comes into the vessel, divert the hot vapour from his body, and so it will not offend him that way.

He could have been forced to stay in the heat until he fainted...

Note, that the Patient, as soon as he begins to be faint, must come forth, or else he will suffer more prejudice than good by his bathing;

...but otoh maybe he got given booze to prevent that. GIVE THAT KID A LAGER I GUESS.

and also to prevent him from fainting, let him take some Cordial, or cold Beer, which will much revive him, and make him endure his bathing longer, as also make him sweat the more.

When he was All Done sweating in the bath, he could've been bundled into his nice comfy bed... to sweat until he could no longer "bear it" again...

As soon as the Patient comes forth, let him go into a warm bed, and sweat as he is able to bear it,

...and yup, still possibly fainting all over the place, not at all a concern...

and take some Posset-drink, or Broth, or such like warm suppings, as also some good Cordial if he be very faint.

...and definitely not something that could happen to him over and over again, until he was "better" by whatever metric someone might decide to judge him.

The patient may according as his strength will bear, and his disease require, bathe more seldom or oftener.

And so with all this in mind--

--if someone wants to write up some deliciously heart-wrenching hurt/comfort around all this--

--let's just say it wouldn't be unrealistic.

Figure 6. Oh Stede. You are potentially so conflicted about the hot pirate who just wants to find comfort in your nice big symbol of your medical trauma bathtub.

uncle nina q4u: if pep style taste like cherry/peppermint....what do rm style taste like? :3

ooooooooooh~ *cracks knuckles*....interesting....

buckle up :)

so rm!jersey!kyle was a very anxious and neurotic kid growing up from the get go, but after the tegridy fire and losing stan, kyle got really mentally fragile and unstable, was constantly having panic attacks and would fly into these little psychotic episodes where he swore he could see and hear stan when he was not there.

sheila read online that lavender is naturally relaxing and was told by specialists, doctors and therapists that it can be soothing and her helicopter mom brain ran with it...bought him lavender scented Everything.

kyle was like this is a fucking plant this is stupid it is not relaxing me its actually making me enraged!!! but accidentally got really mentally attached to it, likes how it smells and its familiar and does...relax him.

the "kyle special" at grounded ( which is the coffee shop tweek works at in rm...listen...he cant escape ) is a medium vanilla lavender latte with honey and sometimes tweek tapes a sprig to the lid to be qt <3

tweak is also a witchy earthy pagan king and made kyle a little anxiety apothecary bag with crystals and lavender and stuff in it and kyle is convinced its all a hoax but does not leave the house without it....i see you kyle

also maybe its just his orange hair but i swear i get a little like orange marmalade or like a mild lemon verbena moment off him

so in short, i think rm kyle smell/tastes like vanilla bean, french lavender, honey, like a hint of orange zest, paper/books, the leather from his little journal where he writes his madman ramblings aka the therapy stan letters, linen, (lavender) laundry detergent, a little coffee

and rm!raven!stan...hm

okay, so stans across the ninaverse ( hi pep stan, ily ) are all very earthy and herbal/medicinal to me? but i feel where pep!stan is more like peppermint, spearmint, baja blast w/ ice spiked w vodka, sea air, smell after it rains, forest, i swear some sort of blue bottle of mens like department store cologne he got for xmas ( it smells....rlly good )

like cool...toned?

rm!stan as raven is more like...warm toned?

like fire...like....ember ;)

*BOOOOOO!!! COOOOORNY!!! GET OFF THE STAGE!! SKJHDS*

rm stan is very cinnamon flavored to me and used to eat red hots like it was nobodies business in elementary school. presently in rm like religiously chews like a cinnamon spiced gum.

it feels very like in the same way that peppermint kind of makes ur numb mouth but cold, cinnamon makes ur mouth numb but...hot

( yes i have thought i a lot about this, i am not ok in the head )

raven!stan gives me very like cloves, cinnamon sugar, sweet-spicy chai spiked with whiskey, like something almost smoky? but not like cigarette smoke or weed, like, a hearth u know..and eucalyptus

because sharon's ethnic mom answer to shelia's white mom answer to lavender was that she literally was convinced that vicks vaporub like cured everything. like it just fixes all ur problems, like if u have a cut, a cold, anything, boom! cured! so she was constantly hitting shelley and stan with so much vicks vaporub and it drove him actually insaneeee!!! he was like mom my eyes are burning BUT...

he misses her :(

and that medicinal earthy eucalyptus smell specifically reminds him of her. so ravenstan runs a lot of eucalyptus scented essential oils in his room and the studio and carries a jar with him pretty much everywhere he goes <3

...oooof...now my eyes are burning...ex-excuse me....*sniffle*

but!!!!!!! *chants* my boys my boys my booooooys!!!! <333333

Hello hello!

I am currently sick and I feel like you've already done a sick reader but could you do one where they can't or won't move because their body feels like led, and they hate touching people when sick.

If you do, do this could you do it with Arkhamverse ĵoker and btas joker?

Thanks if you do this!

Heyy, im sorry this took so long. Hope you feel better!

Arkham,btas!joker x sick reader

Arkhamverse

He is very touchy but if you tell him off he'll stop

He might kidnap a doctor to check up on you (threatening them if they don't find a cure it'll end bad for em)

He won't really leave ur side. He'll tell you to stay in bed, to eat and drink enough. If you dont he'll get even more worried, which seems like anger but hes actually just worried. (He wont hurt you or act mad at you, he just snaps at anyone else. When you talk to him his eyes soften and quietly listen to you)

You can't move or barely? Hes trying to think of anything to help. He hates seeing his darling so sick.

He doesnt really care if he gets sick, he can deal w it. But you are a different matter.

Once you do get better he'll get very VERY clingy. He couldn't hug you for a week or so, he grew touch starved that easyly.

He just loves you so much he'll give up on working on his plan just to stay by ur side.

Btas

He'll let out a gasp when you don't let him touch you. He'll go for ur forehead tho, he needs to see if ur overheating. Otherwise he'll barely stay put.

He'll pout and act all dramatic. Hes very worried when you can't really move but he'll try to make you laugh atleast anyway.

He'll bring whatever u need. Cold? He got you blankets. Hungry, thirsty? He got ur favourite. Still can't get up? Dont worry he'll bring you whatever you need. Mostly medicine, to help you get better.

Maybe some hot soup will also help?

His head is full of ideas of how to help.

Once you do get better he'll be very clingy too.

Kissing you all over, telling you how much he missed this.

His darling is all good now and that's all that matters

(Again im really sorry it took so much time, i kinda forgot ab this app plus i was having trouble. But here it is, im backk)

genuinely how cool and useful would it be if you could talk to ur organs? like aside from lecturing ur brain to stop hallucinating things in silhouettes at night, wouldnt it be great if u could say for example. hey stomach. i know ur hungry, hang in there man, lunch is in half an hour . and then it just. stopped aching. n u could concentrate in class.

"hey yall i know its cold but its a short walk back home n i didnt bring anything else to layer up with. i promise ill make some coco n bundle up when we're home"

"hey brain this thing that gives us serotonin is actually kinda harmful, can u like. stop liking it"

"hey body can u stop storing fat its becoming a serious threat to our health. i swear ill keep u well fed"

"hey tounge dont gag n turn off taste for a sec. i don like this particular food either but its important for us"

n what if ur body could talk BACK too, so its not just boundless admin mode! that would be so helpful to take care of urself better! reminders to drink/eat, sleep, stretch, open a window, etc etc...

this could also get rid of practically all allergies!! and help out massively in our quest to figure out the human brain!!! unprovoked/spontaneous pain prolly wouldn't be as big an issue!!! maybe it could even help w some mental disorders!!! cure cancer!!!

also besides all the practical uses. can u imagine having a debate over whether or not curious george had a tail w ur own brain. coming up w a game plan instead of straight up vomiting w ur stomach. literally never feel alone again bc SHIT these little guys r working so so hard for u n they love u sm and ur doing ur best for them n theyre doin their best for u and awhh

✨🌡💊🎤😔🤧

To/bi and (if ur able to) Ja/son The Toy/Maker

OOOO JAYJAY!!!! I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR HIM AT ALL YET THANK YOU toby neither but i don’t mind, i may have something for him <3

✨ toby’s nose isn’t actually as sensitive as one might think, so it would take quite a bit of force for him to be set off. strongest thing you could use is a rolled up tissue but it’ll get soggy p quick 🌝 he sneezes in multiples every time so this might even make him lot more sneezy than that, which everyone’s surprised doesn’t knock him out. for jason, i think feathers would knock him down pretty quickly, especially tiny ones. you don’t even need to shove it in there or anything, you can just lightly brush it under his nose a few times. it won’t send him into a fit but you’ll get maybe 2-3 maximum from him, still would be worth it !!

🌡 toby i imagine has a moderately strong nose yet a pretty weak immune system, and he’s especially prone to stress or infection induced fevers. so usually when he runs hot he BURNS. wakes absolutely burning and shaking badly, he feels cold and hot at the same time but when you rub his arms and neck he’s absolutely fuming and his skin is so tender and drenched in sweat. poor baby 💜 as for jason he’s pretty moderately warm when he runs a fever but if he’s not careful it’s very easy for that to skyrocket. his face runs super red and his body won’t be able to feel the a/c or fan both when they’re on at the same time. so it def forces him to try and care for himself even when he doesn’t want to.

💊 toby doesn’t enjoy taking medicine, mainly because he has a past with being forced to take pills he didn’t need, therefor making him sick than curing him for whatever he was convinced he had by family members. pills you’d have to def hide in his food, but he eats slowly, so it doesn’t always work and he gets so mad when slender tries to hide the pills. liquid is def better for him, he prefers child medicines that are flavored anyway, but he doesn’t like to admit it. jason takes medicine like a MOTHERFUCKER he is NOT fucking with no fevers toDAY. it could be pills, medicine, shot, doesn’t matter at all he’ll fucking take it.

🎤toby’s voice doesn’t change too much when he’s sick but there’s def a heavy stuffiness to it. he tends to talk a little quieter to avoid the possible pain of straining his throat anymore than it felt. for allergies his voice gets super super stuffy but not as much as it does when he’s sick. jason runs mute when sick because his voice does have a heavy rasp as well as congestion to it, also just huge saliva buildup which would make everything he says super weird and gross sounding anyway, during allergies though he talks just fine as he only has the issue with congestion.

😔 toby when sick does get agitated easily while sick but it’s more of a sad frustration than anger. he can get mad at others quite easily, but its mostly him taking out his anger of being sick on others. he cries sometimes especially when he’s met with this frustration, and if he snaps at somebody badly for this the guilt makes him cry too. generally not feeling good emotionally or physically. jason tends to withdrawal and stay in the background as he prefers to be alone to heal on his own time, doesn’t even like people checking on him. if someone should check on him, he can and will kick them out. he couldn’t be bothered one bit.

🤧 toby’s sneezes are in fits, and absolutely rapid fire. there is no room for breathing while he’s having a fit, and his ticks can get triggered quite a bit due to the agitation. his sneezes could be spelled like this “hHXCH- CHK-CHK-CH-TCHH-TCHH-TCH-KCHX-CHK-CHX-iHXCHHEW!” while jason is generally a quiet guy his sneezes are pretty harsh and can be almost dad-like, he sneezes in doubles or triples mostly. those could be spelled like this “hehh-hHRRSCHH-UHH! hHHRSCHUHH! h-heh-heHAHRSCHHHUU!” (trust me they’re always a shock to everyone lol)

moon! a writing genius, a modern phenomenon, a light of my life!

it was so cold yesterday and im the monster who needs fresh air and who keeps her window open. ur fic single-handedly kept me warm (and was my cure for hungover during today’s rereading. but it’s kinda. unrelated.).

i looove oblivious will! i’ve always wondered what excuse for mike’s behavior he would found be this time. is he holding my hand? probably because im freezing. is he hugging me too long and too tight we’re best friends, and he misses me for the two hours we haven’t seen each other. is he kissing me on the mouth? he’s just a european.

““Do you come here often?”” such a bad flirting line 😭😭😭 mike should be happy that will likes him.

“There are two bags of cat food sitting underneath their shelf of garden tools. They have never owned a cat.” this is so my grandma coded. i love her but does she really need these 3 rugs that no one’s roll out in years?

“all Will can think about is the brush of Mike’s leather jacket against his bare arm.” good thing will can resist shivers.

“Her eyes remain on Will for a second longer, before she looks away.” max is giving him ikwya look but will is too busy to find excuses for mike’s behavior to notices 😔

““Is that mine?” “Goodnight,” El evasively replies instead, and promptly makes her exit.” she is so 🫶🏻 i love el so much she’s so squishble ♥️♥️♥️

4 “hello” and 3 “okay” guys 😭😭😭

“And, for a brief moment, Will imagines that Mike had been thinking of him, too.” this reminded me of “I hope you'll forgive me for the nights that I'll be fantasizing, hoping that you're thinking 'bout me too” from demi lovato song. it doesn’t fit the vibe of the work. just this particular line.

“he doesn’t hate dances, he only prefers staying at home and doing practically anything else” he’s so real for this 🙏🏻

okay mike. if el wants slushie it’s december, but if will wants ice-cream u’ll pay for it. seems a little two-faced.

““my mom raised a gentleman.”” he’s so cute when he’s trying to woo someone

“he feels the ridges of Mike’s fingertip brush against his lips” it’ll never stops giving me butterflies ♥️

sorry dustin, but lucas is right. “shrek 2” Is better.

“He’s momentarily forgotten everything ever in his life.” LMFAOOO

““It’s a good side to be on.”” i can’t vouch for the rest, but in this dispute, definitely yes

“And that – that makes sense. It makes much more sense than Mike asking him out.” will Wake up 😭😭😭

“That is to say, with Will being friendly enough and expressing no interest in any women whatsoever, it seems to have the opposite effect on attracting them” will who attracts girls is so real and canon.

“He looks – almost mean, scowling like that with his arms crossed, standing a little taller and looking like a shadow beside Will.” poor maria was anxious before but now she’s probably scared af

““She just asked you out to the dance, and you guess she likes you?” “I didn’t want to assume!”” he doesn’t even know that he’s popular among girls 😭😭

“he refuses to think about my date on the drive home.

It’s haunting him.” bc u need to stop find excuses!!!

“Mike is hard not to think of, a notion only emphasized when he seems to haunt every corner of Will’s mind.” this is sososo beautiful. im not gonna say im the biggest fan of ur writing but i think i might be close!!

“Maybe he’s finally going delusional” ohhhh c’mon!! u mentioned electricity urself. a couple of times!!

““Wait, hold on. Why are you looking?”” yeah dustin. explain urself.

“using his left hand to poke at the school’s lasagna, and his right hand curled around Will’s” that might be so uncomfortable. the boy down bad 😭😭😭

“Will wants to lean over and smother him in kisses, wants to press a kiss onto Mike’s hand in his, wants to grab Mike by the shoulders and shake him and beg, What does this mean?, wants to pick the orange up and shove the entire thing in his mouth in one go, wants to bite Mike all over, wants to hug him and never let go, wants to do everything, anything.” me 2 u when u post new fic. or in general. who knows? 😚

“something else lingering underneath his skin, and it makes him feel nervous, antsy, makes his stomach feel twisted over and under” [whisper] ✨electricity✨

““It was his idea,” Max plainly states, but Lucas wraps an arm around her waist, and she doesn’t move away” i love them 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

“Dustin chatting with some guy that looks an awful lot like Jake Fischer, and Will files it away to make fun of him later.” seems like dustin has a type

“Will knows he isn’t imagining it” FINALLY 🥳🥳🥳

““You – you didn’t know?”” maybe u both should learn to use ur mouth to talk

““you said – as friends.”” fun fact will actually gaslighted himself to think so. mike never mentioned going as friends

“had given him half his orange and half his heart” i love that line 🥺♥️

“wrapping a hand around Mike’s sapphire-striped tie, and pulls him in for a kiss.” HE PULLED HIM IN A KISS BY A TIE 😭😭😭

“Will feels so warm, so summery in the dead of December, and he supposes that’s how it always is when he’s with Mike.” my boys in love 😭😭😭

““Joining our friends,” Mike lists, but his eyes betray him when they glance at Will’s mouth” i hope they made out the whole dances

“This time, when they kiss, Will’s mind is entirely blank” that what he deserves!!!

u r sorry again even though u have nothing to apologize for. u r great, this fic is great, everything u do is great!! please don’t Ever second-guess yourself!!!

love u. have a nice day 🤍🤍🤍

alya my sweet danish treat . the amount of time i spent staring at this ask This is the size of my philosophy essays probably !!! oh my god

i hope u had fun with ur friends (altho im answering this a long while after) and that ur hangover wasn't too bad ! also oh my god ur windows open in the midst of winter ?? i can't even blame u sometimes my fan is just not enough !!!!

will is just like me fr i am doing mental gymnastics to find a reason for everything, altho im probably the touchiest and overly friendly person alive 🥴 im a big fan of oblivious will personally, he is so smart but Willfully stupid when it comes to mike <3

HELELEP 😭😭 mike sucks at flirting it's a truth what can i say !!!

iam also a little bit of a hoarder i love keeping everything 😭 ur grandma is so real

ENOGUGUH WITH THE SHIVERS 😭 WHEN WILL U LET ME LIVEEEE

ikwya look 😭 HEEELPE

el my squishmallow 🫶

byler are loser4loser ok its not my fault they're loserish 😕

omg u and ur demi lovato liking .. maybe i will have to check out her songs .....

SHREK 2 IS BETTER UR RIGHT !!!!!! U GET MEEEE

"will Wake up" 😭 LMAMAOOOOAO

will byers hawkins heartthrob REAL

im letting u and haven bookinit figure out who's the biggest fan of my writing . i am Not getting involved in that dispute

mike wheeler would start using his nondominant hand to hold will's hand its so true and real i see it so clear

gna post Every day until u give in ! 😚

will my little gaslighter 🌟🌟 he is a little crazy and delusional but u know what they say . Crazy Together 🙂

YAYEY I LOVEEE KISSES where they pull them in by the tie !!!! one of my favorite kiss tropes omg

☹️ ur always so nice to me !!!!!! ihope none of my fics ever disappoint u, love u alya !!! 🤍🤍🤍

Hi Shwoomie🙂 u mentioned u miss home. What do u miss about it? Maybe write about ur ideal/perfect situation if you could choose where to live and ur family n stuff!! Like if u had all the money in the world! Then it could help motivate u to not give up on that dream n to make it a reality!

Hello anon! Yeah, I miss home a lot. I miss how it was a lot warmer there, now I seem to be constantly freezing, which sucks 'cause if you know me you know that I have anemia and am very sensitive to the cold-

I also miss my school and friends, it was familiar, and I actually felt like I belonged. I was genuinely happy. Now I don’t fit in whatsoever, I can barely be myself. I barely even know anything here. It’s so different. I guess I’m not very good with change, because lately I’ve been getting so overwhelmed and just end up crying or holding back tears.

I also miss how I felt comfortable going outside and just walking around whenever I needed a breather. I could just jam to music and walk in any direction knowing that I won’t get lost and nothing bad will happen to me, I lived there for years so I knew the place like the back of my hand. I also liked how the area looked somewhat like a forest, and we all know how much I love forests, so I could just be relaxed whilst I focus on nothing but my thoughts and my music.

For a house, I've always wanted my own property either in or near the woods. I hate the sound of society. It's very loud and often annoying. But anywho, the trees would block the sun, and I enjoy dark places, so that would be nice. But that also means it would be cold, so daily walks to the edge of the woods to just bathe in the warm sun would probably become a routine.

I’m not very close to my family, in fact, I dislike most of them. But I do enjoy the company of a few of them, my sister being the one I’m closest to. So if I had to live with any of them it would be her. But I'd much prefer to live with a good friend or a partner, since I can be more myself with someone closer to my age.

If I had all the money in the world, then I’d 100% buy my own property and go shopping whenever I want to. I love the mall and buying things, so it'd be fun to go more often! I'd also be mega donating to things that need it. Like orphanages, organizations finding the cure to cancer, etc.

As you can see, my view of perfection is to just be away from society in my own forest with my loved ones. I think that’s where I’d be most at peace. Thanks for letting me rant, anon! :D

Happy new year Layla:) Do you have any tips for self care? I've started this year feeling real low x

Happy new year to you too lovely, I'm sorry to hear you've started the year on such a low!! I feel like this time of year is always a sucker for that because you're surrounded by everyone making goals and "starting fresh" or like "clean" and there's a lot of pressure on everyone to be making good healthy changes for self improvement or to be happy and stuff. When actually like, this is the worst time of year to be making those kinds of changes, like its cold and dark all the time and u know, sometimes u just wanna sleep and chill and be easy on yourself? idk thats how I feel anyway

but I started the year feeling pretty low too and I haven't exactly pulled myself out of it yet either (especially now im ill I really have just stayed in bed every day since the new year began)

stuff I would recommend though

try and work out if something major is causing the low feelings, if its something solid and obvious then see if there's anything small u could do to make things slightly easier (for example a thing I was very very stressed about was my credit card bill and yesterday I paid it off so that it was one less thing to worry about) (another is my gas/electric bill and in a minute when im done typing this ill go and actually take my meter readings and send them in, because I've been horribly worried about them) I don't mean any of those things lightly either btw, those aren't small problems for me, they're huge looming mountains of stress that really can leave me bedridden with anxiety lol

if the problems more abstract or u can't really figure out what's making u feel shit then u know, maybe you are just tired? I find the end of the year very overwhelming, what with he highs of Christmas and new year, the social interaction the constant positivity and stuff, its exhausting and u may well just be very very worn out. so like, let urself acknowledge that u don't feel great, you're having a rough wee time of it lately and that u need a little time to chill out and reset.

my old recs used to be like, take a nice hot bath or something but now im like, cost of living crisis who can even afford a bath anymore amirite so

cook yourself ur favourite meal or treat yourself by going out for breakfast or lunch or something, I find it easier to go out for lunch or for a coffee on my own than I would out for dinner iygwim

reread a book you love

go for a little walk, just something small to get yourself out of the house, try and walk somewhere like a park and take your headphones off so that you can hear the birds and stuff!!

like idk how to explain it but sometimes taking your headphones off and listening to the world around you, other people, traffic, bird/ animal noises is really grounding and makes u feel part of something rather than cut off and alone

that being said sometimes having a cigarette and listening to ur favourite record is also the cure for all ailments so

call a friend, not even in a reaching out kind of way, just in a now might be a good time to catch up with a pal kind of way

clean your room/ a room in ur house, make it super cosy with blankets and candles and shit, then make yourself a brew and watch ur favourite comfort movie?

wash ur face, do a face mask, or a hair mask and comb your hair.

set yourself really small tasks for the day, things you have been putting off that will maybe only take five minutes to do, when you have done each thing cross it off your little list and then when u have finished the list 1) you will feel accomplished af 2) u can reward yourself however u see fit

sometimes I put music on really loud and sing along to it whilst im doing the dishes or cleaning the house and I feel really uplifted afterwards

run urself the hot bath bestie, it doesn't cost as much as we're all worried it will

go to the cinema by yourself? this one works for me sometimes? there's something really cleansing about stepping out into broad daylight after you've been in the cinema in the morning

go wander round some charity shops

sometimes u really do just need a few hours curled up under a blanket with a hot drink or a snack.

Also

if you're feeling low in a similar way to me (ed stuff idk) something im trying really hard to do is stay away from shit like Pinterest/ THAT side of Tumblr/ twitter. I'm trying to take each meal as it comes, reminding myself that u gotta eat when ur hungry (I have given myself so many little repeats of lectures b has given me in the past about eating lol)

I'm like, planning an activity for whilst I eat, like, I'll make porridge for breakfast then watch a shitty anime or cartoons the way I would have done when I was a kid. Or I'll make dinner and watch a movie with it. Something thats enough of a pleasant distraction.

Also I'm getting a lot of nutrition through soups and stuff, because they have always been easier for me to eat. Like not pushing myself too far or putting pressure on myself to be the perfect recoveree but also making sure I look after myself.

If thats not the kind of low you're feeling then just ignore all that, but I thought id leave it in just in case because I know a lot of my mutuals do get the same way I do sometimes.

The main thing is to remember to be forgiving of yourself. This isn't a forever feeling and eventually the depression will pass. Listen to All Things Must Pass by George Harrisson and know its the most truthful song in the world. this time of year is always tough but be gentle with yourself and know I am always here if u need to vent or want to talk!!!!! sending you love and good vibes bestie <3 xsxx