#i rlly liked writing this...the projection...strong

[set-phasers-to-whump]

camping trip

prompt: camping

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

hi! welcome to this fic :) i feel like it is a little different from my usual stuff but idk how exactly so you just have to read to find out! hope you enjoy :)

It’s a little after six-thirty when they finish making camp. The tent is...standing (nothing much else can be said for it), and inside it the sleeping bags are carefully arranged. A cooler and tote of food sit by one end of the picnic table, atop which is a small folding stove and a propane lantern. Four folding chairs form a sort of circle around the firepit, which is currently devoid of fire. 

“I’ll go find us some firewood,” Nick decides. Thus far he has felt less than useful - apparently, he’s the only one of the group - Hank, Monroe, Rosalee, and himself - that’s never been camping, and consequently the only one who knows absolutely nothing about how to set up a campsite. He would like to do something useful tonight, at least. 

“Don’t bring back anything that’s -”

“Wet, I know.”

“Just making sure,” Monroe says, raising his hands in surrender. “You want someone to come with you so you don’t have to carry a ton of wood all the way back here?”

Nick shakes his head. “I got it,” he insists with a smile. “Really.”

“Have fun,” Hank calls over his shoulder from where he’s digging through the food tote. “Once you get back, we’ll start dinner.”

With the promise of Hank’s mediocre spaghetti to sustain him, Nick heads out into the woods behind their campsite, scanning the ground for any pieces of wood that look like they could be useful. He picks up a couple and ventures deeper into the forest, until he finds himself looking down the slope of a small hill. About halfway down it are several logs that look perfect, and Nick decides it’ll be worth the climb back up to get them. He leaves the wood currently in his arms at the top of the hill and begins walking down.

The hill is covered with various plants, and several of them have thorns which keep catching on Nick’s clothes. More than once he debates turning around to avoid going through any more of them, but he reasons that he’s already on his way down and already has several thorns sticking out of his clothes. Might as well make this little trip worth it. 

He’s close now. He pulls away from an especially prickly vine, yanking the leg of his pants out of the grip of its thorns, and he must pull too hard, because suddenly his legs aren’t where they’re supposed to be and he’s losing his balance and he sticks out a hand to break his fall but he’s on an incline and one hand isn’t enough to stop his momentum. He rolls down the hill and can do nothing to stop it. 

It’s one of the most confusing experiences of his life. One moment he’s just stumbling, sure that he’s about to catch himself, and the next, he’s tumbling painfully downwards, thorns and pinecones and twigs poking at him and catching on him and hurting, and the movement itself is hurting, slamming every part of his body into the hillside, and it’s making him dizzy and - 

And then he’s stopped, breath momentarily knocked out of his lungs. It takes a moment for the sky above him to stop spinning, and when it does, Nick realizes that he must be at the bottom of the hill. His whole body hurts, and anywhere where he’d had exposed skin stings, and he can feel little bits of who-knows-what sticking into him. 

“Ow,” he whispers, because everything hurts. 

For a moment or two he just lies there, forcing himself to get it together. The pain dies down fairly quickly, replaced by aching and embarrassment. He really does not want to have to explain this to his friends. It’s not that bad, anyway. He’ll just be a little bit sore and bruised, and it’s not like that’s an unfamiliar concept to him. He’s essentially fine.

His fineness decided, Nick gets up. His hands hurt something awful when he presses them into the ground, and when he’s finally standing on achy, slightly weak legs, he sees bits of wood and a couple thorns and even a pinecone scale pressed deep into his palms. He brushes off what he can and decides to pull out the rest when he gets back to camp. 

The walk back up the hill is exhausting. Whether Nick wants to admit it or not, his entire body has taken a beating, and it protests against the task. His legs burn with every step he takes, his chest constricts unpleasantly when he takes too deep a breath, and his clothes are still getting stuck on the thorns. 

He reaches the halfway point and the precious firewood he’d endured all this to obtain. Nick decides that there is absolutely no way he is going to return to camp without it, so he scoops it all into his protesting arms, wishes it was lighter, and continues his slow and painful trek up the hill. 

By the time he reaches the top, the sun has nearly set, and Nick wonders just how long he’s been gone. He hopes, belatedly, that his friends aren’t worried, as he picks up the other pieces of firewood that he’d left behind. If nothing else, they’ll have a roaring fire, and he can sit by it and not move for several hours. That sounds nice…

But he still has to make it back to the campsite. Which, after his walk up the hill, is an easy task. He makes it back just as the sun dips completely below the horizon, dropping the wood with a clatter onto the ground. 

“Nick?” Rosalee calls out, peeking out from inside the tent. “There you are, we were starting - oh my god, what happened to you?”

Nick opens his mouth to say, nothing, really, I’m okay, but before he can say anything, Monroe and Hank are calling his name simultaneously, and he turns to look at them as they walk back up the path that leads to the campground bathroom.

“Nick,” Rosalee says, and he looks back to her. “What happened?”

Monroe and Hank walk up to them just in time to hear Rosalee’s question.

“What do you mean, what happened?” Monroe asks, and Nick turns again to look at him.

“Ah. I see it now. Man, you’re covered in...forest. What happened?”

Nick turns away from all of them, feeling his face burn in shame. It’s so stupid, he thinks, what a stupid way to get hurt. 

Rosalee says something soft, which Nick assumes is not directed at him, and when he looks up again, Hank and Monroe have left. He reaches up to rub his eyes and Rosalee gently grabs his wrists. 

“Don’t touch anything yet,” she says. “I know you can’t see it, but I assume you can feel all that stuff poking into your face.”

Now that he thinks about it, he can. It’s like it is on his hands - he can feel what he assumes are thorns and bits of wood and other such things pressing uncomfortably into his face, and some of them sting and some of them just ache and all of them hurt. He really wants to sit down.

“Let’s sit down,” Rosalee suggests, and they walk over to the picnic table, where the lantern is already glowing, providing light to Hank, who is stirring a pot on the little stove at the other end of the table.

Nick sinks down onto the bench, slowly and gingerly, and Rosalee disappears into the tent, emerging a moment later with a first-aid kit. 

From the kit, she produces a bottle of painkillers, shaking out two of them into her hand and holding them out to Nick. He thinks about refusing them and insisting that he’s not hurting that bad, but she seems to know what he’s thinking and shoots him a look that has him taking the pills without argument. 

Rosalee sits down on the bench next to him, gently turning his face towards the light. She begins cleaning off his face, starting by brushing off the bits of forest that will come off easily, then carefully pulling away the more resistant thorns. Nick resolutely does not react at all as she does this, just sits there and watches Monroe build the fire and rearrange the chairs. 

“This might sting a bit,” Rosalee warns, and Nick turns his gaze back to her as she tears open a packet containing an antiseptic wipe. She rubs it across his skin, and it does sting, but again he forces himself not to react. When she finishes with the wipe, she waits a minute for his face to dry, then pulls out a jar of something that is definitely not standard in first-aid kits and rubs it gently over his face. It feels extremely nice as it settles into his various cuts and scrapes, and he wonders what it is, then wonders whether he really wants to know. He decides not to ask, not that he feels much up to saying anything at the moment anyway.

Rosalee repeats this whole process on his hands, and she’s nice enough to not mention the fact that they’re slightly shaking. “Done,” she says quietly, finishing rubbing the contents of the jar onto his palms, and Nick lets his hands fall back to his sides. “There’s still stuff in your hair. Do you want me to…?”

Part of Nick insists that he say no. That he’s already been cared for, been vulnerable, more than enough for one day. But he’s hurting and she’s offering and he really doesn’t want to do it himself. He nods. 

Gentle fingers run through his hair, pulling away bits of pine straw and twigs and who knows what else. Nick finds himself slowly relaxing, the aches and pains slowly fading, and by the time she’s finished, he no longer feels quite as bad. 

They both stand up from the table, meeting each other’s eyes. “Thank you,” Nick says, quietly. 

“Of course,” is Rosalee’s reply. “I’d hug you, but your clothes are still covered in..poky things.”

Nick smiles lightly. “I’m gonna go change, then,” he says, and makes for the tent.

It takes what feels like forever, but eventually Nick is out of his dirty, scraped-up clothes. He carefully wraps them together and puts them at the bottom of his bag, then dusts off his sleeping area. The last thing he wants is to wake up with more thorns sticking into him because they’d fallen off his clothes and onto the place where he’s supposed to sleep. 

“Dinner’s ready!” Hank calls out, and Nick unzips the tent entrance and steps outside, taking a moment to survey the scene in front of him. Hank, Monroe, and Rosalee are clustered around the table, and Hank is handing them bowls of his spaghetti, which smells a good deal better than mediocre. The lantern casts a warm glow on their faces, and to the side of them, the fire crackles and pops and blazes strongly, which Nick supposes is the least it can do considering all the trouble he’d gone to for it.

Nick walks over to the table and accepts his bowl from Hank, who claps him lightly on the shoulder and gives him a soft smile. The four of them then head for the chairs around the fire, where they sit and eat and talk and nobody says anything about Nick’s injuries. 

When they finally put the fire out and start cleaning up the campsite, after several rounds of s’mores and a rousing game of 20 questions, it’s nearly midnight. Nick is still aching as he helps Hank gather up the dishes, but he barely even registers it - evidently, this evening is the best medicine he could’ve asked for.

Twenty minutes later, he’s lying in his sleeping bag and wondering if everyone else is also secretly thinking that the ground beneath them is incredibly uncomfortable. Maybe you just have to get used to it, he figures. He could get used to it, eventually, he thinks. He’d like to get used to it. Because, despite the fact that he’s managed to hurt himself extensively and somewhat embarrassingly, Nick has realized that he really, genuinely likes camping. 

thanks for reading this! all the stuff in this fic is based on my own experiences camping with my family (apart from the falling down the hill which luckily has not happened to me), so if anything sounded a little “why would you do that while camping” just know it’s a product of my weird family lol. hope you liked this fic!!!!

[supernova41st]

Darnell/Pico x Latina!Reader

(Separate)

A/n: uhh I’m Latina soo. Also I rlly like this one, it was fun to write. Idk what to say here so ya

Darnell:

Bro this man CANNOT get enough of ur food

Every time you bring him some or you invite him to one of your parties he’s always fucking that shit UP

Literally just

“Do you two need a room?”

“Hmf?” (Huh?)

“You and the tamale.”

“Mm.. mof” (oh.. no)

He has good spice tolerance, so he loves all the food

He’s also does.. okay in Spanish. He took a few spanish classes in highschool so talking to ur family isn’t much of a problem

But some things are too complicated for him, like when you invited him to one of your gatherings your tia came up to him and gave him a headache

“Hola! Mira como guapo es su novio!! Si hablas español?”

“..uh huh”

Save him pls

Sometimes when getting into arguments you use Spanglish against him and he tries too but fails

“Donde estabas? I was so worried!”

“Relax baby eso no es my fault!!”

He failed that Spanish class take it easy on him

When you two were in highschool, he loved doodling on your hand (cuz he’s an graffitist) because of your tan skin (if you have it)

He always used warm toned colors while spelling something like ‘y/n’ on your hand in graffiti letters

But sometimes he loves the doodle way too much to give up on it, so he would use it as a reference for another project at an alleyway

“How long do I have to hold my hand up like this?”

“Just ten more minutes babe, gotta catch that aspect”

“sigh que pendejo..”

Pico:

He would actually die for you

Pico is into the whole ‘I <3 Latinas’ thing so when he asked you out and you said yes he died

Pico STRONGLY believes ur the most beautiful creature on the planet

Now since pico is.. ✋🏻 spicy food isn’t his strong suit

He’ll try his best but all he’s gonna do is hurt himself

“Amor, you good?”

“Cough cough yeah it’s just a little cough hot!”

“Pico, it’s a taki..”

He’s mostly a fan of the candy your culture has to offer, he gets so excited when you bring him a pelon pelo

Now pico doesn’t know jack SHIT about Spanish

So when you invited him to one of your family gatherings he was so confused

“Mira, es la novio de y/n! Tienes hambre, mijo?”

“Huh”

He def tries, he’ll point to something and ask you abt it

“This is doo-si, right?” 😊(He’s trying to say dulce)

“….mhm!!”

He also likes you give you Spanish nicknames, ‘mamas’ is already his default but he also likes to throw ‘mi amor’s and ‘mi vida’s in there too

Pico (even without you) is really into Spanish rock, idk I just think it fits his vibe

Your younger cousins really like nagging him about you

“How’d you meet her? Is she nice to you? Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Y/n I think you have some competition..”

“She better not tf”

[pixieb0dies]

it's so conflicting on both ends , for gerard to be in it for the sake of sweetheart's (what a cute nickname) and his trauma but also for his selfishness of wishing she was his . as for her , it's also beneficial that she find somewhere to stay and hv the company , but her selfishness is totally different : she's only using him becuz he's her love's brother .

but ofc the trauma that comes w/ being the s/o of a man who died in the war could always lead to going far out of character . imo it's justified for her to grow unstable , she just wants her baby back and she'll do anything she can to cling to the memory of him . i like these "weird" themes ur incorporating , it's so interesting to consume media where everyone has their own very human flaws , especially dealing with dire disasters . much more refreshing after the unrealistic expectations of perfection and constant stability that society pushes on us

awh i'm rlly sorry abt ur last experience w/ fanfic :(( idk y the community has grown so toxic when we're all supposed to uplift each other . what really matters is that u enjoy what ur doing . hate across all fandoms seems so disgustingly normalized , but w/ us , i promise u that u can work at ur own pace and take as many breaks as u wish , as long as u stay happy ! kisses !!!

love , 🪷

wahhh you’re so nice anon :( i used to write for the mha and jjk fandoms when i was 16-17, and i had good and bad experiences but im just not going to rerelease my old fanfics until the fandoms have died down a bit with the endings of both of the series

im calling her sweetheart because her and mikey were sweethearts hehe!! :3

as for the issues— you’re not over mikey and projects onto gerard a lot, whereas gerard sees you as the only family he has left after his father (maybe??) and brother died in war and his mom died of, what most likely might be, heartbreak and grief. he sees you as the woman who’s stuck by his side though the horrorific memories he’s had to live with— the fact he can only sit in restaurants if he’s in a corner, facing all of his surroundings. he covers his ears and locks himself in his closet on the Fourth of July, memories of gunshots and falling bodies clouding his mind with every firework set off. even cars, whether it be driving or walking past them or even just hearing the blaring of a car horn can send him back into the trenches. he’ll never be able to visit a beach with you, or any body of water for that matter. i think the only reason he’s able to take a bath at all is when he’s with you, your body pressed onto his to ground him in the moment. sometimes, he goes days or even over a week without a shower.

and you were there for him through it all.

he truly saw you as this angel, sent down by divine intervention to help him. to gerard, you were a saint, mary herself was put to shame by how gentle and patient you were with him. he cherishes you, and your daughter, more than anything in the world. and if it wasn’t for her, he would’ve blown his brains out the second you had passed away. but he had to be strong, working as a single father with his little angel. she looked just like you, too. she had your eyes, and the bigger she got he began to see the same girl he fell in love with when he was a young boy of sixteen. and seeing her smile, and flashes of you invading his vision instead, he wondered, in the back of his mind, if you had ever felt this way looking at him— if gerard had ever stepped into the right lighting or smiled hay the right way and he looked so much like his brother in that moment that you had to look away or else you’d begin to cry… gerard never got to know what you had looked like past the age of maybe 25-ish? and most pictures of you were lost on your side of the family.

years later, after her father passed and she had kids of her own, she honored his past wishes— naming a boy after his brother. first, she had william gerard, whom she named after her dad. her second son came not too long after, whom she named michael james. she hadn’t completely realized her fathers brother had been nicknamed mikey until years later when she was looking through old family albums. she laughed to herself, pointing it out to her husband that she gave her son the same nickname as her late uncle…

when a much older mikey came home one day, introducing his mom to a new friend he’s made, she doesn’t quite understand why her stomach turns at the sight of her. something seems achingly familiar but she can’t quite put her finger on it…

anyways, this is messy and im tired lol but i cant wait to actually start writing this series, i have some super secret ideas that i cant reveal yet even tho im literally buzzing with anticipation

nightnight anon!!

[eggonicayto]

I Can’t See -

A Lucy Loud fanfic (The Loud House)

Word count: 6,433 words 🥹💔

Author’s note: This fanfic is just me projecting onto Lucy, as I’ve experienced something very similar before. I can heavily relate to her panic and overwhelmingness when I’m surrounded by unfamiliarity, and the misunderstanding of her own feelings. Sorry for the darker themes, I promise this isn’t weird fetish shit, I just wanted to write some good wholesome hurt/comfort between big sister and little sister. 

Sorry if some parts are confusing or contradictory, I rlly tried my best to clean everything up. I’m not used to writing things that r this long. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy!! :D

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1216 Franklin Avenue held a large family of thirteen for many happy years, growing into the lovely home of the Louds that we know and love today. Even if the household’s total only got smaller with each passing year, the love stayed loud and strong. Everyone knew their role, how to do their part, and how to prioritize family above anything.

It was Friday afternoon, and the day has been going agonizingly slow, most of all for the family’s resident goth, Lucy Loud. She was now eighteen, and over the years, she's grown into a tall and slender young woman, bearing quite the resemblance to Slenderman, that one creepypasta she once heard Lincoln and Clyde obsess over. Speaking of Lincoln, he moved out two years prior, meaning Lucy was now the oldest Loud sibling still living at home. In addition to her only brother, their older sisters have too gone off to live their own lives as competent adults. She, on the other hand, remained at home for the time being. She had no idea what college she wanted to go to, so she hoped to wait it out until she was given an offer, or until her parents suggested one that particularly caught her interest.

She thought about getting a part-time job in order to save up to cover her eventual tuition, but every time she went for an interview, she'd unintentionally scare the interviewer away. And getting a job at her fathers restaurant wouldn't work either, as they were already overstaffed. It was all a bust. With no college, no job, and no more school, she spent most of her days alone at home, sulking and brooding as she waited for her parents and as well as her younger sisters to come back home.

Just as she did this day. She let out a sigh, quite literally saying the word to imitate the action. All she could do now was watch reruns of old episodes of The Vampires of Melancholia, since the show ended when she turned thirteen. If she was any younger, she’d say it would be a dream come true to be all alone for the majority of the day, left to her own devices so she could watch her favourite in peace with no loud interruptions…but she’s grown accustomed to the chaotic nature of her life. She liked being dragged onto the crazy adventures her siblings would cause, even if it overwhelmed her, it always made for a great memory to think back on. With her family now being cut in half, it became a lot less frequent. Her remaining siblings were getting older, too, often preferring to do their own things rather than to spend time with one another. She couldn't blame them, as she's been there before.

She just yearned for her family’s loudness, at least one more time.

It's not like she could just straight up ask for them to adventure with her, because that was never Lucy’s strong suit. She struggled expressing herself through her raw words, it's why she enjoyed the world of poetry, as it offered her an outlet for all her confusion and pent up frustrations. When it came to expressing it to her family, though, she blanked out. She couldn't understand why it was so much easier to vent to a piece of paper than to her own family. 

As Lucy sat on the couch, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the front door slamming wide open. Startled, her head snapped towards its direction. Thankfully, it was only her two younger twin sisters, followed by their even younger sisters.

“Oh, hi guys. How was school today?” Lucy asked, happy to finally have someone to talk to.

“Yeah yeah, it was fine.” Lola, the prissy and sassy twin, dismissed, looking excited, “Look what we have!”

The twins each held up an identical looking piece of paper. It read; ‘you’re invited to my party today, 3:30, don't be late’.

“Lacey St. Claire finally invited us to one of her parties this year!” Lana, Lola’s slightly older and dirty twin, exclaimed, beaming with excitement. She and Lola were practically bouncing off the walls.

“Why is this such a big deal? Lana, I thought you hated Lacey.” Lucy said, a bit confused.

“Well, yeah, I do, obviously. She’s still really awful, but she doesn't matter!”

“Every year, any of the parties she throws is THE party to be at. Everyone in our school will be there, and there’ll be all the best games, all the best food, so many opportunities to create all sorts of fun and lovely memories and, of course, the best chance to score a boyfriend!” Lola added, with Lana eye-rolling at her last statement.

Lucy nodded in understanding. She was a little upset that Lana and Lola would be leaving the house for another several hours, though she wouldn't allow herself to show it.

 “I see. Well, have fun you two.” She said, turning her focus back onto the TV.

“Well, wait a minute, Luce!” Lana shouted. She ran to Lucy’s side, taking a seat on the cushion next to her. She held up the party invitation once more, pointing at one of the bottom corners.

“It says here that we can each bring a plus one with us!” She smiled, “And so I thought, who better than my cool big sister! You do meet the age requirement of 14+.”

“Oh? I thought you were going to bring Skippy.” Lola teased, a huge smirk forming on her face.

Lana coughed, flustered. 

“H-He got his own invitation!” She choked out, glaring daggers at her sister, before focusing back on Lucy.

“So, whaddya say, sis?”

Lucy stared at the paper, and frowned. She wanted to go, because she truly did miss going out with her sisters. But the thing is, Lucy really hated parties. They made her anxious. Unless she was in a room with people who shared her common interests, she would certainly stand out like a sore thumb. Since infancy, everyone knew she was different, it was certainly no secret. She never fit in with the larger crowds, she never fit in anywhere, really. The only large crowd full of people of various different interests she felt comfortable in, was her own home. 

She really didn't want to be given judgemental stares for several hours as she just stands in the corner, doing nothing, and refusing to talk to anybody. She might as well be a decoration. Though she was fine with being out of the ordinary, she would be lying if she said none of the comments people said about her ever bothered her. High school was brutal for that reason. What would people say if they saw the twins hanging around a lanky goth freak, or even found out they were related? They would be picked on relentlessly, for sure. And she didn't want that for them.

“Sigh,” She finally said, "I'm sorry, Lana. But I cannot go.”

The two blonde girls gasped.

“What!? And why not?” Lola asked.

A sweatdrop formed on Lucy's forehead, as she struggled to find an appropriate excuse. She settled for:

“I’m…um, tired.”

“You didn't even do anything today!”

“I'm…always tired…?”

Lana plopped down on her stomach, stretching out her arms, placing them on Lucy’s lap as she stared up at her with wide sparkly eyes.

“Come on, Luce! Pleaseeee?” She begged. “If you're going off to college any time soon, I want to at least make the most of our remaining time together!”

Lucy hesitated. It's what she wanted, too. She was glad they were on the same page. She didn't want to make Lana upset. What is a goth to do?

She supposes that she could bear through the glares and anxiety, it was just for a few hours. She could make it through. And, who knows, maybe teenagers now have changed since she graduated. Unlikely, but it was a slight possibility.

It wasn’t the bullying that bothered her the most, though. It goes deeper than that.

She hated being away from familiar scenes, surrounded by strangers she didn’t know. She didn’t feel comfortable around any of them. Social events overwhelmed her easily.

She stared up at Lola, whose face was a mix of fury and disappointment. If she sets her mind on saying no, who knows if she'd ever want to do something with her ever again. She didn't want that.

She could bear through it. Just for today.

She couldn’t help but be a little excited at the idea, she’d finally be able to adventure with her sisters, like she yearned for. Maybe this will start something beautiful, maybe they’ll be a trio, like before. She wouldn’t be alone then.

She liked adventure.

Right?

“Okay, I'll go.”

One after another, the twins' faces lit up. And before she could even process it, she was enveloped into a hug at both sides. It was crushing, as Lucy’s immediate younger sisters have always been freakishly strong. She hated hugs, but even then, she couldn't help herself, so she hugged back, her lips forming into a smile.

“Wait. If I’m your plus one, then, who's yours, Lola?”

Extracting from the hug, Lola blinked, placing her fingers on her chin, a puzzled look etched on her face.

“I didn't think about that…” She said, flatly.

As if on cue, the second youngest of the family made her way down the stairs. She still sported her backpack, as it hasn't been long at all since she's come home. 

“Which one of you suckers were responsible for misplacing my very important metal? Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a fourteen year old to obtain mercury!” She scolded, gesturing to her backpack. Thankfully, her lisp was long gone, making it so nobody had to shield their face every time she spoke anymore.

In turn, Lola gave back nothing but a scheming smirk, which caught Lisa by surprise.

“So, it was you?” She accused her older sister.

Lola shook her head, walking close up into Lisa’s face. Her arms laid behind her back, as if she was about to discuss a serious matter.

“Say, Lisssss….how would you like to attend the hottest party in Royal Woods, going on tonight?” She said, handing her the flyer.

Lisa inspected it, unamused. 

“Firstly, 3:30 is still the afternoon, not night. Secondly, why should I waste my time with pointless social events? Thirdly, the mercury, woman!”

Lola placed a hand on Lisa’s head, giving it a few pats as she hugged her.

“Because you loveee meeee?” She faked a large convincing smile.

Lisa only stared, unphased.

“If it is optional for me to go, I am not interested.” She said, walking out of the room. “Now, if you excuse me, I have an unfortunate call to make with my dealer-” She faked a cough.

“I mean…friendddd...” She smiled, suspiciously.

Lola groaned, running after Lisa.

“LISA! WAIT!!” She screeched, though Lisa didn't stop her steps. “What if I told you Lacey had stupid medical friends? Sounds pretty fun, huh? Could learn a lot from them.”

Lisa stopped in her tracks, turning her head back, her interest peaking.

“Now you're talking. I will accompany you, sister.”

Lola pumped her fist in the air, cheering. She would have to thank Lincoln for those convincing tips the next time she sees him.

-{Later}-

A few tens of minutes later, the sisters got dressed and ready for the party.

Lana’s outfit consisted of a murky green dress shirt, ripped up jeans, and her famous red cap. She was never one to doll herself up, instead preferring to be comfortable and natural. She only put a little effort in her appearance because she knew her best friend, Skippy, would be there. He never cared for how others looked, but she still wanted to impress him. It made for a good conversation starter.

Lisa was more neutral with her choice of outfit, putting less care and thought into it, as she chose to wear only her usual outfit. She didn’t feel the need to prettify herself, because she didn’t need the validation of a bunch of idiotic and possibly drunk teens. But since she heard med students may attend, she thought she’d need to appear at least a little professional, so she threw on a cute little red bow tie.

Meanwhile, in her room, Lucy had trouble deciding on what to wear. She couldn’t think properly with the strong feelings of anxiety making its way up into her throat and head. With every outfit she carefully picked out from her wardrobe, she was able to point out exactly how people would make fun of it. She couldn’t find a single thing people wouldn’t comment on. 

When rummaging, her eyes landed on a plain black hoodie that would look decent paired with her identical plain black skirt. It wasn’t the most fashionable thing in the world, but it would ensure the least amount of comments and attention. And it’s not like she had many choices anyway. She knew she couldn’t avoid judgement, but she could at least minimize it. 

For accessories, she looked through her jewelry box. She groaned seeing that most of them consisted of skulls, spiders and vampire patterns. Like anybody would ever leave her be for wearing those. She couldn’t find anything acceptable to use. 

She verbally sighed, deciding on the plain pair of black earring she got for her fifteenth birthday. They weren’t the prettiest, but at least she wouldn’t stand out. Standing out was the last thing she wanted to happen.

She walked towards the door to her room, ready to open it to meet with her sisters downstairs, to get this cursed night over with. She placed her hand on the knob, turning her head towards the mirror against the wall.

Her uninteresting reflection stared right back her. She smiled.

Perfect. Nobody there will notice me. Maybe she’ll get through the day without any worry after all. And then, things will get better. After this, her sisters will see how fun she can be, and they’ll spend more time together.

With newfound confidence, she opened the door, walking out into the hall. Near the stairs, she saw two of her younger sisters conversating.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine being home alone for a few?” Lana asked, a hand rested on the younger’s shoulder. “Mom and dad won’t be home for another five hours…”

“Im sure! I’ve got more than enough rations to get me through. Plus, I’m eleven now, that’s basically the age of peak responsibility.” The youngest of the family, Lily, reassured.

Lana let out a chuckle.

“Sure.” She said, “Remember, give one of us a call if anything goes wrong, ‘kay?”

Lily gave her older sister a thumbs up, with Lana giving her a smile in return.

The door to Lisa’s room opened, with Lisa emerging from it. She carried two briefcases in both hands.  When Lucy asked what it was for, Lisa simply explained it was classified. She decided not to push further past that.

When the clock read 3:22, the sisters decided to head out for Lacey’s place.

As the siblings gathered at the door, it became very clear one of them was missing.

“Lolaaa! Hurry up!! We’re going to be known as ignorant assholes if we’re not there soon!” Lana shouted towards the upstairs.

She heard her twin faintly yell to give her a minute, before she finally revealed herself at the top of the staircase.

“Introducing, the marvellous Lola Loud!” She announced, striking a pose.

Her look strongly contrasted that of her sisters. While they did the bare minimum, Lola pushed further, and beyond that. She wore a neat and tidy party dress, that was coloured in a light pink, and also had diamonds and glitter etched into its pattern, which mirrored the look of her glimmering high heels. The tiara she sported was gold and shiny, which matched with the golden colour of her elegant opera gloves. Her hair was made to be wavy, and was styled into a crown braid. She looked like a princess, down to the dolled makeup she had on. 

Out of everyone in their family, Lola was always the one who went the most overboard when it came to her appearance, tied only with Leni, of course.

As Lola model walked down the stairs, a roar of compliments and praise rang out. They clapped, and marvelled at Lola’s appearance.

Lucy, however, stayed silent. She was glad she was known to not show much verbal support, or otherwise Lola would have several problems with her for being silent. She was worried. If she was to be hanging out with Lola during the party, when she was in such an eye-catching outfit, then people would for sure notice Lucy floating around her. Which will cause them to compare the two sisters, and eventually cause them to bully her relentlessly.

She once again felt dread for the event that was to take place in just a few minutes. She made a mistake. Maybe she should just back out. There would be other opportunities to adventure.

Before she could even speak up to do so, she was pulled towards the entrance of the front door.

“Bye!! Have fun, you guys!” Lily called out as her four older sisters exited the door, with three of them waving her goodbye. 

The remaining Louds piled into Vanzilla, with Lana taking the wheel, as Lucy had no idea where Lacey lived, and because Lola was probably the most insufferable driver, because of her intense road rage. And, well, Lisa didn’t have a license.

The ride couldn’t have taken more than 5 minutes, because they were there before they knew it, much to Lucy’s dismay. 5 minutes wasn’t enough to mentally prepare for the humiliation she would probably face at that party.

As they pulled up to the house, they could see the party already started. They could hear the loud music coming from the inside, and there were people partying out in the yard. 

Lacey’s house was huge, bigger than any of the Louds could have ever imagined. Her house was like the equivalent to the size of a mall. It was humbling.

As her younger sisters exited the car, Lucy hesitantly followed after, masking her nervousness behind her usual neutral face. She walked to the front door, noticing people barely younger than her passed out on the porch. Already? The party just started.

The sisters looked around in awe, seeing the crowd of people all doing different things. They saw a few dozen people gathered around a pool table, another dozen surrounding the TV, and several others having a blast at the karaoke stand. 

There was a lot of shouting, cheering, drinking, and….couples being cringy.

“This place is so packed!!” Lola exclaimed.

“Yes, to an alarming amount.” Lisa deadpanned. “Could be a fire hazard.”

The front door felt like a portal to another world. And Lucy hated it.

But, hey, at least she was with her sisters. Nothing could go wrong as long as she stayed close to them. Even with Lola, even if she would catch others attention, maybe they’d be too focused on her?

She took a deep breath, feeling some sort of relaxation. Maybe she had nothing to worry about.

She could just focus on having fun with her sisters. 

“Ah, crap. I forgot to go to the bathroom.” Lana suddenly said. 

“Ugh, seriously? I told you to go before we left!” Lola ridiculed her.

“Oh, shut up. I was excited. So sue me.” Lana retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, I'm going to go use the John.” She looked around the room puzzly, “Wherever that may be…I’ll be back in a jiffy. I promise!”

“Oh…um, okay.” Lucy said, nodding.

And she was off.

“We should really start putting sticky notes to remind her to do things, cause this is just ridiculous.” Lola joked, nudging Lucy’s side. She only nodded in response.

No problem. She’d be back soon, and she’d have her other sister’s company in the meantime.

After feeling a hand grab her shoulder, Lola looked down at her little sister, Lisa, who looked up at her with her usually unimpressed expression.

“Would you mind accompanying me as I venture out to scout any medical school students? I don’t want to get lost in this sea of germs and stupidity.” She asked her, her tone flat.

Lola raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, why are you asking me?”

“Because you’re the more violent one, you could protect me more effectively if a nuisance dares to lay its hands on me.”

Lola shrugged, humming as she did so. 

“What about Lucy?”

“We won’t be long. She can stay here and wait for Lana to return from the ladies room, so she won’t get lost or wonder where we have gone. Then, we can all meet up later and party together.”

Lucy wasn’t sure she liked that plan. But it's not like she could protest, because before she could even register it, she was alone.

She regretted agreeing to this.. What was she thinking? Not only did she hate lively events, but now she was completely alone. For who knows how long!

It’s not like she could bail on them now, or she’d have to face Lola’s outrage and disappointment later. She’d never want to be around her again, she’d forget her and hate her forever.

This was all wrong!

As panic began enveloping her mind, she didn’t know what else to do but just stand there. Hopefully people would think she’s just a mannequin. Or, heck, she hoped people thought she was a ghost. Anything. Anything to ensure she’d make it through the party without talking to anyone. 

She could get through it, she had to.

She walked towards one of the corners of the large room, being careful as to not accidentally bump into anyone. Thankfully, she was successful.

—————

Twenty five minutes have passed, and Lucy stayed where she was, her anxiety levels never ceasing for even a moment.

She had nothing better to do, so she carefully grabbed the sketchbook from her sweater’s pocket, and began sketching anything that came to mind. She did this to help ground herself, so she doesn’t accidentally spiral into a panic attack.

It worked, for the most part. She even eventually forgot where she was for a moment. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She’d just draw until Lana, or one of her other sisters came back. They’ve been taking too long, they said it wouldn’t take long. Did they already forget about her?

She shook her head, trying to stay hopeful.

It worked, until the comments started.

She heard whooshing sounds from all sides. People leaned into a friend, or a partner, their hand covering their mouths, with their other hand pointing right at her.

She couldn’t make out what they said, but it felt like mockery. Why else would they be whispering so discreetly?

She tried to ignore it. She could stay strong. For them. She couldn’t disappoint them now! She couldn’t risk them never wanting to talk to her again. 

But she couldn’t shrug it off, the voice inside her didn’t allow it.

She hated being alone for this reason. She couldn’t feel the presence of anything familiar to her, the spirits voices that usually guided her were drowned out and inaudible, the warmth she felt when with loved ones vanished. She had no reason to think positively.

Everything was different. She couldn’t recognize a single person, a singular smell, or any patterns she could follow. 

Her overwhelming feelings got caught in her throat, suffocating her, like a hiccup accumulated of anxiety. Her hands felt colder than they have ever felt in her life.

This feeling felt so foreign to her, but so very familiar. High school was never easy, but she at least had the support of…

She needed her sisters. She needed her brother. She needed anyone. Anyone to rescue her from being buried in this wave of darkness.

But they weren’t around.

The feeling that’s been eating at her for almost a year got too unbearable in that instance. She went to this party to escape it, but in turn, it only got louder.

She never feared death, she never has, she feared being alone, she feared being forgotten. 

She feared her family not wanting her anymore.

She was all alone, she didn’t have anyone to lean on. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see. She couldn’t feel any part of her body, only her heart, and it wasn’t a nice feeling.

It ached, it strangled her. 

Her face felt wet with something she’d never felt before. It only restricted her breathing more, and more, until she couldn’t breathe at all. It was as if her oxygen supply had been cut.

She couldn’t feel her feet. She couldn’t feel the ground her feet made contact with. She couldn’t feel the air rushing past her as she ran. 

She ran, she didn’t know where. She just ran. Anywhere to finally breathe.

She shouldn’t have gone. She should have stayed home. She wasn’t cut out for things like this, it was humiliating. Why couldn’t she just do things normally? Why couldn’t she be alone, and be perfectly fine? Why was it so different when they were around? 

Whenever she was alone, she still knew where they were. She could scout them out if needed.

But, now, everything familiar to her was lost, she couldn’t see. 

She was alone, she’s never been alone before.

She thought she wanted nothing more than to adventure with them. This was exactly what she wanted. So why did she feel so awful? Why did she hate every moment of this?

She ran, not even noticing the laughter that shot through her.

She needed them.

——

Somewhere else in the room, not too far off, Lana and Skippy were having a casual talk about things car related. Rather it be engines, pistons, brakes, or just race cars. Both of them were super passionate on the subject, each having their own handful of fun facts and tips. It was the most fun they had in a while. 

She had bumped into him on her way out of the bathroom, and they began chatting as best friends do.

She didn't intend on staying there long, she planned to walk back with Skippy in order to expand their party, to have more fun. But as they talked, she became too absorbed into the topic, and she completely spaced out. She hadn’t noticed how much time had passed.

In the middle of their conversation, Skippy stared off into the distance as Lana was talking.

She took notice of this, and asked him what was wrong.

“Heyy, so, I might be wrong about this, but I think I just saw your sister run off. She looked like she was panicking pretty badly.” He said.

Alarmed, Lana looked in the same direction he faced. “What? Which sister??” She asked, urgently.

Shit. She forgot they were here, too.

“The…emo one? Lucy, I think.”

“Oh shit…” She gasped, turning to look at Skippy. 

Lucy never panicked. Something bad must’ve happened. 

“Im sorry, Skip, I gotta go.”

“Yeah, no, I understand. Go, we can talk later.” He said, giving a reassuring smile.

Immediately, Lana ran off to the direction Skippy pointed towards, shoving through large crowds of people who stood in her path. She heard some of them laughing, it certainly felt targeted, but not directly at her. Still, she felt offended.

Lana also felt guilty. She promised she wouldn’t take long, but she unintentionally left her alone for so long, who knew what could have happened in that time.

She prayed the urgency was just her desperately needing the bathroom. Even so, though, Lucy was never one to run unless her life depended on it. This was so unlike her. It was so unlikely it was as if the universe had some sort of imbalance.

But, right now, her only concern was how she was feeling, and if she was okay. Those were the only important inquiries that ran in her mind.

What happened to her sister? Did she get into a fight? Did somebody do something to her? So many possibilities rushed into her mind, none of them being any sorts of good. She shouldn’t have left her alone. What was she thinking. 

Wait, where was Lola and Lisa? Why weren’t they anywhere around??

She’d worry about that later.

Lana cursed the size of the house, it made it increasingly difficult to traverse it fast enough, and the quantity of people it was able to hold certainly didn’t help.

Finally, she made it to her likely location, a small hallway tucked away in the very back of the house where nobody was currently there. It was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

She came to an abrupt stop, hugging the wall in order to catch her breath. 

When collected, she walked steadily to the nearest door, giving it a gentle knock. 

“Lucy? Are…are you in there?” She said, trying not to sound too nervous. She needed to be strong for her.

When she didn’t hear the familiar voice of her sister from the other side, she tried again.

“It’s me, Lana. Can I…come in…? Please? I'm kinda scared for you right now.”

She didn’t hear anything…only a few quiet sobs. A sound she’s never heard before. It sounded like Lucy’s, or what she’d imagine her cries to sound like.

It was certainly her tone, her voice.

Would barging in really be the wise thing to do? What if she was really just using the bathroom? Was this even a bathroom?? 

Seeing as her safety was a priority to her, she decided to slowly turn the doorknob, gently pushing the door open. She walked in, closing it behind her, being careful as to not startle her..

She saw Lucy sobbing on the floor of the room, which she could now see was, in fact, a super large closet, not a bathroom.

She had her head buried in her hands. She was shaking badly. So badly it was as if one of her nerves were shot.

Lana just stood there, taking it all in. She’s never seen Lucy like this before. She’s known her all her little life, she’s always been there since her birth, and not once did she ever see her shed a tear, or even express this level of intense emotion. Whenever she was happy, she expressed it in her same stoic manner. Same with her other emotions. She always felt deadpan no matter what, it made it hard to read her. 

So, to see her older sister this way, it felt….

Surreal.

She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to say. So, she just took a seat on the floor next to Lucy.

“What happened out there, Luce?” She asked, trying her best to mask her tone. She wanted to sound comforting for her.

“It was nothing, L…Lana….” Lucy said, barely above a whisper. Her voice was shaky, wavering with each syllable. It was the most emotion she heard in her voice. Ever.

She wasn’t buying it.

“You know, I’m never able to read you.” Lana started, “But now, I can, by miracle. Because you’re distraught. So you can’t lie to me effectively again, sis.”

Lucy gripped onto her hair tightly, tugging on it as her breathing became more and more difficult.

“I hate parties.” She gasped out, her tone harsh and pained.

“I h…hate them. I'm sorry, L…L-Lana…” 

Why was she sorry? 

Lana opened her mouth to speak, but was promptly cut off by the sound of Lucy’s gut wrenching sob. Her shaking worsened, to the point where Lana could barely see her hands.

What could she say? Would anything even make a difference?

Lana didn’t know what better to do, so she hesitantly wrapped Lucy into a hug.

She hated hugs, she knew that.

But she didn’t hate this one.

Lucy clutched Lana’s shirt, burying her face into her chest. She cried heavily, hiccuping through gasps of air, it looked painful.

“You…you shouldn’t ha-have invited me. Y-You…you should’ve brought somebody else…” Lucy cried, shame and despair filling her voice.

“I don’t want to lose you guys…I..I want to spend time with you like before.” She choked out. “I can’t take it. I thought I- I thought I wanted to adventure with you guys so badly…b-b…but…I-“

She choked on her words.

“It turned out that I just wanted to be around you guys. T-That’s what I wanted most. I can’t do adventures like this.

“I just can’t. I'm sorry.”

Lana rubbed Lucy’s back gently, trying to console her the best she could through her pained sobbing. She felt useless in this situation. 

Lana could always depend on Lucy whenever she was feeling down, but now she was blanking out when Lucy needed her! 

“I'm sorry, Lucy- I…I’m sorry for leaving you be. I'm sorry for forcing you..I-” She tried, pathetically.

Lucy clutched harder onto her younger sister. Afraid she’d be swept away by the waves of obscurity once more. 

“I can’t do this, Lana…I miss everyone. I miss you. I miss home.”

“Why didn’t you just tell us how you felt about everything?”

Because she never allowed anyone to see through her, to see the strong emotions she had on the inside. They never leaked out, they stayed in place, she had total control over them.

But, just because she could control them, doesn’t mean she could make herself feel better on her own.

She didn’t know how to vent, she didn’t know how to be vulnerable. It never came to her naturally. It’s why nobody has ever comforted her in this way before, they either never knew she was upset, or they just didn’t know the severity. And she never knew how to ask for help, how to ask for a warm embrace to make it all go away. 

So she coped with the feelings alone, preferring to write away her sorrows.

But, right now, she was in such a humiliating state of vulnerability. She could be read clearly, like a poetry book. The walls she built around herself were cracking, with the contents seeping out for her younger sister to see.

“I…I wanted to spend time with you guys. I didn’t want to be forgotten. I wanted to make memories so you guys would…remember me. Because I cherish every moment we spend together. If I would’ve said no, then…”

She sighed.

“I feared none of you would invite me to do anything ever again. A-And we’d just drift apart…”

Her voice was frail, and hoarse. She could feel the pain emitting from it.

Her words awakened a new confidence within Lana. What would Lori say? She asked herself. Then, it clicked.

She exhaled.

“Lucy…” Lana started, flashing a reassuring smile..

 “If you wanted to hang out with us, you should just say so. We’ll always say yes, because…”

She paused, picking out her words carefully.

“We love you, Lucy. And we feel the exact same way. We always want to spend time with you, regardless of what we do. You know we’ll always make time for you. No matter what we end up doing, we’ll have a blast anyway, because spending time with family is what makes us the happiest.”

She pulled away from the hug in order to look Lucy in the face.

“Every day we miss hanging out with you, too. It’s why I was so adamant on inviting you to this party…if I would’ve known you hated them so much, I wouldn’t have gone. Spending time with you together as a family is always a gazillion times more fun than some stupid party as a girl I hate’s house. I just wanted to spend time with you, like we used to, I never cared about this party.”

She scratched her neck, nervous.

“I’m sorry I left you alone for so long…I spaced out, you know how I get when someone mentions cars.” She faked a laugh.

“Luce…” She said clearly, her tone more serious than ever.

“We will never drift apart, not as long as we’re all together. We’re a family.

Lucy was sort of embarrassed. She was being handled like a child by her junior sister of two years. It was supposed to be her who took care of Lana like this, but the roles were reversed. 

She’s never been comforted and reassured like this, in such a physical and loving way, not even when she was upset. 

It felt nice.

Moving her bangs out of her eyes for the first time ever, Lana wiped away the waterfall of tears. 

For the first time in her life, she could finally see the world without the darkness obscuring her vision.

She could see so clearly the unconditional love and the easiness she felt in her family’s eyes. She didn’t have to worry about being forgotten, because she’d always be their sister. She’ll always be invited to do things, she’ll always be taken in consideration.

Even when they live their own separate lives, they’ll always think of her, and she’ll think of them. They’ll think bad fondly of old memories of her, and smile.

Just as she did in that moment.

Sensing she was calmer now, Lana carefully said;

“Wanna ditch this place and walk to the library, or something? I know that’s more up your alley. And this party sucks, anyway.”

“But what about…” Lucy went.

“I can text Lols to update her on the situation. She can drive her and Lis to join us at the library after she sees it.” She laughed, “I just hope she doesn’t rage her ears off!”

Lucy let out a small laugh herself.

She stood up from the floor, with Lana supporting her as she stumbled. She smiled to herself as they walked out of the closet, and walked the path to the front door.

As Lana talked about whatever, Lucy stared in gladness. Her sister was there for her, and she always would be. They all will be, even if they can’t be with her physically.

They’ll always return home, like they never even left. They will catch up, reminisce, and create even more memories together.

She could keep them close to her without worry.

She will never be forgotten.

She is Lucy Loud, and she is their sister, whom they’d never wish to ever forget. 

Forever.

She can see everything now.

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Hiiii

Okay- I've read summer rain and I just love LOVE IT !!

I don't even know where to begin but you're seriously a good writer cause, after I finished the latest chapter I felt like I was left with a craving that I can't satisfy with anything else 🫠

I love how all of the boys are different types of messed up lmao at this point I can't decide who is the most sane person (the reader might be up there but- let's be fr girlie is having one sided arguments with a chicken 😭). It's almost like a buffet where you choose what type of red flags to ignore

And, while i still don't vibe with Jimin and Taehyung, i'm so interested to know what exactly made them that way. I mean, if there was a zombie apocalypse and society collapses, who would be able to stay sane?? So i'm really enjoying the little info you're drip feeding us about their past like: what happened to Yoongi in a forest that made him feel so unsettled by them?, what is up with Namjoon and omegas?, why did Tae spared Reader's life and haven't rat her out about seeing her hiding underneath her nest? What happened to Reader before that made her so scared of being discovered? (Ik she's said what happens to omegas but just HOW did queen become so crafty??).... I got so many questions

And sorry for the rambling but as a last little thing I love about the characters is that, just when you think someone might not be as bad, you get a glimpse that tells you there's something VERY wrong about these characters, like that scene where Namjoon and Jin first met Jungkook: boy could not be bothered with the fact that they were killing people in front of him 💀

...also Hoseok, I love whatever the fuck is wrong with you 🤭

AHHHHGGG TYSM!!!! It means so much to me to know that my little fic has had that sort of impact on you <33 I know the feeling, like when i get super into a fic, spend all day binging it, and end up feeling like a crackhead looking for their next fic (another chapter) LMAOOO!! so to know my fic is having the same effect on other people when it rlly is just a passion project makes me so happy <333 AHG I LOVE LONG RAMBLING ASKS LIKE THIS TOO LEMME CRACK MY KNUCKLES AND DIVE IN

Heheheh I'm glad you're enjoying the characterization <33 I think with all the big personalities, it can be easy to get lost between them but I'm glad I'm distinguishing between them well. I'm of the STRONG belief you gotta be somewhat messed up to be able to survive/ want to survive in an apocalypse, so I think that carried over heavily into the fic LMAO!! I love how you comment on the reader too bc as much as we can say yeah no shes sane, shes normal.... girlie has been in essential isolation for 3 years. Her pack is a chicken and a guys voice on the radio 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ shes def more sain than most of them, but I think she def has her quirks too!!

Bye not my fic being 50 shades of red LMAOOO IDK IM THE ONE HOLDING THE STOP SIGN SWINGING IT ROUNDDDDDDDD TELLIN YALL TO COME ON THROUGHHH

AHHH THANK YOU FOR COMMENTING ON MY DRIP MARKETING FOR THEM TEWWW OMGGG!! I I have always been a big fan of shown don't tell in writing, as well as reading between the liens and digging into the little details in fics, making up my own theories and the like. I feel like it gives fics a lot of good re-read qualities. OOo like when you go back to read something, and then you figure out a detail from like chapter 2 that relates the current one OOOOOGGGG I EAT THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP!!! So while writing this one, I def wanted to incorporate that into it! I hope I'm able to succeed in it heheh <33 I love for there to be payoff <33

You're trying to catch me off guard aren't you?! Trying to make me give you spoilers!! I see you!! (lolol I'm just playing heheh!!) I can't wait to answer all of your questions in future chapters, as well as give you new ones to think about <33 I really can't wait to get into their pasts, too. How all of the pack came together (bc trust!!! it is coming!!!! i love m little looks into the past between views in the present!!!)

All I can really reference is Namjoon, heheh <33 He just might be a bit more of a traditional alpha than he lets on, and he certainly is a little... idk if the word is obsessed, but he certainly wants an omega for himself. The exact reasons? Why he in particular has an interest in her (other than the bomb and the fact she's crafty)? I cannot say. But... again, I always think the smart ones are the scariest ^>^ he's scarier to me than hoseok if I'm being honest lololol Like, to be honest, Jimin is harmless. He's easy to please/ manipulate to doing what you want/. Hoseok is smart, but he's pretty lenient unless he's in one of his moods. Namjoon knows what you're doing before you even do yourself. Hmmm... reader and him are certainly a good match for each other, in that way, I think. They'll be good challenges for one another :DD

NEVER APOLOGISE FOR RAMBLING!!! I LOVE IT!!! iM A RAMBLER TOO!! LMAOOO PLS YOU HAVE ME GIGGLING TOO!!!! All of the guys are definitely multi facetted in that way heheh <33 Ik you don't like Tae and Jimin rn, but I hope you start to like them in the future when you get a look into their softer sides instead <33 Bc!! They might not seem like they exist rn!! But they do!! It won't come out for another few chapters, but yk lolol

Jungkook rlly saw strangers killing someone he's known since they were a kid and just cause he thought they were hot (he would say he heard bells :T) he didn't really care lolol. I can't wait to show more of all of their sides, and thank you so much for looking between the lines for all of the characters!!! I love it sm!!!

GASP!!! IM TELLING!!! @ HOSEOK @ HOSEOK !!! LOOK AT WHAT THEY SAID!! LOOK!!!! (lmaoooooooo)

No but fr fr, Hoseok is soooooooooo <333 He gets a bigger roll in the next chapter and I'm very excited about it YUM!! FUCK ME FROM THE FRONT BACK LEFT RIGHT OR WTV NJ SAIIDDD!!

Ahhhg, thank you so much for such wonderful commentary <33 I've eaten it up and devoured it like my last meal <333

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some hcs i have about characters that i love:

Merlin:

Mental Health Problems +1000

Bisexual, STRONG male pref

Not talented at wrote learning, but picks things up quick in crisis (second part is evidenced in canon so barely even a hc)

Writes regular letters to Hunith but massively sanitises them. Refuses to say anything that would make her worry about him, ever. (She knows he does this because she knows her boy.)

First neckerchiefs were made by Hunith, then as he got older were random scraps he “made” himself. Uses them for temperature regulation and emotional self-soothing

Has fucked Lancelot at least a couple times.

Has fucked Gwaine MORE than a couple times.

Actually hates visiting Druid camps because the mindspeak overwhelms him and gives him headaches. Also cause he can feel the weight of destiny every time they stare at him. Could live his life never visiting one again.

Doesn’t know his birthday. Frequently forgets how old he is.

Died several times throughout the series, resurrected by his own immortality. In 1x13, he was still being resurrected when he rose and smote Nimueh before fully returning to himself— not that he wouldn’tve done it if he was fully in control, but he probably couldntve done it like that.

Isn’t coping great in the modern era (truck scene yknow what i mean) but actually had been pretty ok throughout lots of history. again, mental health problems, but managed to heal from the grief for many centuries there. he’s stronger than some people make him out to be, and i can’t believe he would really be so lost without arthur, who he knew for canonically 8-10 years, that he would never recover in 1500 years afterwards. it still hurt him at times, but that’s to be expected — no grief ever dies, and no depression is ever fully cured. he struggles, but he usually can cope. modern era is only worse cause of the exceedingly fast pace of technological development leaving him feeling like a bit of a fish out of water, though he would be able to keep up if it weren’t for the loneliness.

Hallucinations (only minor ones but affecting multiple senses) (projecting)

Nightmares (projecting)

Arthur:

ACTUALLY MADE PEACE WITH THE DRUIDS AFTER 4x10 (PLEASE I AM HOLDING ONTO THESE MORAL STANDARDS FOR HIM BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH)

Due to the circumstances of his birth, performed minor acts of magic in his sleep as a small child. Any awareness of this has faded away into distant memory or he’s written off as his imagination.

Was taught to play an instrument by some random tutor who thought it was important for his development. No, this decision did not go through his father. Doesn’t play anymore but is rlly accurate at humming tunes now

Sam Winchester:

plays opera in the car all the time exclusively to piss Dean off. He doesn’t like it either but it’s worth it as revenge for decades of not even being allowed to touch the stereo

had a dream journal up through the end of s3. gave up on it after that, gave up on a lot of things after that

migraines

has started learning a lot of foreign languages, never got that far in any of them (aside from latin ofc) but has some very very rudimentary conversation skills in like. mandarin. and other such shit. is the type of guy who has 20 different languages on duolingo. his accent is atrocious in all of them but he's at least kind of understandable, which is something!

first concert was KISS (timeline doesn't work i KNOW but i DON'T CARE)

super into the ridley’s book of world records as a kid. definitely tried to (or did) break one or two with dean, but never did it properly with all the recording n everything

Dean Winchester:

Fucking loves Billy Idol. blasts Hot In The City when he’s in the car alone all the fucking time

dyed his hair bleach blonde at least once (billy idol fan). has since torn up every picture of himself from that time period that he knows about (sam keeps one exclusively to make fun of him. very, very, very quietly, sam actually thinks it suits dean a little bit, but he would sooner die than admit that. dean ofc doesn't know this so the embarassment stays entirely in his court)

first concert was KISS (same note as for sam T_T)

Castiel:

leaves every interaction with Dean with several new idioms and references he doesn't understand in his head (this is canon). remembers all of them and looks them up on wikipedia at his soonest convenience. if it's from a movie, will read the entire plot section, go "Huh." and then factory reset whatever computer he's using because he doesn't understand search history. (bonus: is not allowed to touch sam's computer for this exact reason)

[daisymerollingg]

hiii i loved your flash falling in love fanfic sm it was so cute😭😭

your other idea of having a scenario of him falling for a reader that's strong also seemed very interesting. could you maybe write that but with like.. a short reader? like a reader whose power doesn't match their size at all? (hero or not)

(i may be projecting on the height part😔)

if not, that's ok. i just rlly like your fanfics/hcs, and i enjoy reading them a lot!! <3

Flashy flash, falling inlove? #2

Genre; fluff, hcs

Pairing; Flashy flash x reader

Short! Reader

side note; Isn’t projecting the whole point of x reader fics? 🤔🤔 I’m so glad you enjoy my fics ml! I appreciate your support sm sm 💋

not proofread (sorry)

Flashy flash doesn’t really focus on much.

well, what I mean is: his focus rarely strays to anything but himself and his duties, which sounds slightly narcissistic but he’s simply goal-oriented (and self-loving).

he merely wants to eradicate all evil and get stronger.

Truly, it’s surprising when you catch his keen interest.

You were strong. Possibly as powerful as him, that was the first thing that caught his attention.

The first time he caught you using the full extent of your power, he wasn’t sure if he was jealous or completely riddled with admiration.

but first he needed to test out how truly strong you were, and what better way to do that then accompany you on one of your hero missions, respectfully inspecting you as you slay the fiends bringing terror to the innocent.

very arrogantly asking you to a duel, apparently.

He’s very… stuck up about it. Which obviously doesn’t sit right with you, and your first impression of him isn’t the best.

He can’t help but look down on you, literally and figuratively, because of your miniature size.

However, when you finally have your duel, whether you win or lose or you end up in a draw, he does quickly learn he shouldn’t underestimate you.

After that interaction, he starts watching you more closely, maybe whenever you’re in the same parameter, or even going out of his way to find out what your schedule is and observing you from afar .He’s very subtle about it.

That was when he started experiencing something else other than respectful curiosity…

It’s how easily you navigate your strength and weaknesses, the immense sense of confidence that radiated from you and the power in your every move, it just kept pulling him deeper every time he witnessed it.

He began to talk to you more often.

He’d suddenly appear whenever you’re fighting any monsters and help you defeat them, then swiftly stir the conversation so he’s talking about anything that may be of interest to you, just so he can stretch out this conversation for as long as possible.

His tone is neutral and even a little cold, which fits the stoic expression on his face, so you can’t tell if he has any feelings for you.

Other people can though.

His quite oblivious to his own emotions. He just thinks you’re just another strong hero he can benefit from by being close to. Despite the fact he stares at you longer than he’s stared at anything else, and the fact he often times thinks about you and what you’d do, say or think in certain situations, or even the fact you give him a sense of inspiration he didn’t know he longed for.

ironically, the way it really dawns on him that he likes you, is when he catches himself adjusting how he looks on the reflection of a window before going up to talk to you.

Now that he thinks about it, he’s been taking even more care of how he presents himself ever sense he started hanging around you.

He starts growing more distant after really evaluating himself.

he doesn’t want these feelings to become a distraction for him in the future. He’s still a hero with a duty and a status to maintain.

It doesn’t last very long however, because in that small period of time he realized how much you meant to him.

it irritated him tbh, and he started cursing and insulting you in his head.

But all the negative thoughts dissipated as soon as he glanced at your face. The face that never left his thoughts or dreams.

His attraction to you manifests in subtle ways— He starts to stand closer to you. He compliments you a bit more but often times it’s (a little) back-handed. Whenever he’s in the hero association building maybe for a meeting or such, and he catches wind that you’re there too, he’s quick to ignore everyone else to look for you.

He’s still stuck-up, but he’s now a more gentle, patient, considerate AND stuck-up version of himself (to you at least)

He also invites you to spar or train together every now and then, and he gets so. Incredibly. Excited. If you make time for him. ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE THE ONE INVITING HIM TO TRAIN/SPAR.

He pretends like it’s whatever, and he doesn’t care that much. But he can’t stop thinking about it, like he just keeps looking at the time and calculating how many hours, minutes, seconds are left before he meets up with you.

I can see him confessing to you in a ver stupid way, straightforward and stupid. Something that would keep him up at night because it was so embarrassing and out of the blue.

After one of your sparring sessions, maybe you two are just talking and catching your breathes. And maybe he says something… er, stupid like…

”you know, a lot of people are impressed by me. Obviously.” *pauses awkwardly* “I, uh… i guess I’m kind of impressed by you too. Don’t let it get to your head though, when you can’t even reach my head.” -flashy flash, with a snarky smirk.

”your back-handed compliments are getting a bit old, flash. I can’t really tell if you actually mean them or want to get a rise out of me.” -you

Shit.

He starts to panic internally.

and his heart starts racing.

and he gulps.

“No- I- Sorry- I’m complimenting you! You’re very impressive! I’m impressed!” He blurts out loudly, his face frowning but flushed with red. You blink, surprised by the sudden switch in his demeanor.

”oh, it’s fine. I wasn’t being that serious-“ -you

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, the fact is, I’m inlove with you.” -flashy flash

”Wha-”

The confession is so bizarre, you burst out laughing.

he’s very flustered when you do, and is a little hurt, thinking you may be making fun of him.

How he is in a relationship with you…

In public, he doesn’t really do much. Just makes an effort to be around you when he can, and tells you to stay safe whenever both of you have to part ways.

but behind closed doors, he’s like a new person.

He’s soft and gentle with you, holding you, caressing you, kissing you. Everything.

did I mention that he’s very good with words? He’s very good with words. He tries to charm you constantly, reiterating his devotion to you with a new set of vocabulary each time.

He teases you as much as he sweet talks you though. Especially when it comes to your height.

He doesn’t mind your height difference, but he does find it kind of adorable. The way you crane your neck to look up at him, of how you can slip through small spaces thanks to your size, and how it sometimes helps you with being flexible in battle. But most of all, he likes when you have to stand on your toes and pull him by his collar to kiss him.

if you steal his clothes, he’ll complain and act annoyed, but he adores seeing you wear them. They’re so big on, but that’s what makes it so nice, it’s like a part of him is able to protect you. (In a strange/unique way)

He’ll gift you one of his favorite shirts/hoodies and drench it in his cologne. And will say something like “You steal it so much you might as well just have it. My god, you’re such a hassle.”

He likes giving you pet names like, “gorgeous” or fucking “sweetheart” or maybe even “sweetness”, or the typical “love”, “darling”. He’s very diverse.

When he’s feeling cocky he’ll call you “tiny” or “short stuff” (corny ass)

Just loves spending time with you and generally watching you do stuff.

sitting in your presence is simply intoxicating to him, it provides him with such tranquility he’s never known in his life.

You’ll catch him warmly smiling at you a lot.

He does worry about you sometimes if you’re assigned a dangerous mission, he’s confident in your abilities but that doesn’t mean he isn’t afraid you might get hurt. He’ll send you a short text like ‘hey, you alright? Call me when you’re done’ and he’ll check his phone constantly throughout the day.

when you finally text/call him, he’ll breath a sigh of relief then pretend he wasn’t worried in the slightest.

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ㅤㅤ જ⁀➴ 200 follower q&a celebration ──

to celebrate this little milestone, i hosted a Q&A a while back! 💌 you guys sent in some of the sweetest, funniest, and most random questions—and i gathered them all here!

so now, as promised, here’s a collection of some of my questions and answers from the celebration. scroll down for a peek into the chaos that lives rent-free in my brain!

જ⁀➴💌 1 message from @nensi: so if you could become best at one thing that you can't rlly do, what would it be? (ik its random af but ye)

a: okay hear me out, if i could be the best at something i totally can’t do right now, it’d 100% be cooking. like actually being good at it, not just following a tiktok recipe and hoping for the best. i’ve always admired people who can just throw things together and make it taste amazing. meanwhile, when i was younger, i got left alone in the kitchen for like 20 minutes and nearly burned the house down (not even joking TT). i was so scared of the stove, forgot how it worked, and somehow things just… exploded into chaos. so yeah, being a great cook sounds amazing, but right now i’m still very much at the “setting off the smoke alarm with toast” stage ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

જ⁀➴💌 1 message from @claralance: okay so of all the bllk boys, who do you find easiest and hardest to write and why?

a: omg wait i love this question. easiest for me? weirdly enough, its the eyelashes siblings aka the itoshis. like, both rin and sae just click in my head for some reason. maybe it’s because they’re so emotionally repressed that it gives me endless space to project and unpack their inner drama LMAO. anyway, there’s js always something simmering beneath the surface with them, so it’s fun peeling back those layers. but the hardest?? hands down shidou. i love him, he’s unhinged, chaotic, and feral, but trying to write him with emotional depth?? drag me down pls. like i’m currently working on an angst request for him in my carnival event and my brain is just doing cartwheels. he’s the type of character that feels like he’s constantly laughing at me while i try to figure him out. ITS A STRUGGLE FR

જ⁀➴💌 1 message from @ohagiyoo: b v honest here ok if ur a fan of strawberry shortcake who is ur fav character... AND ALSO HOW DO U UPLOAD SO CONSISTENTLY 💔

a: okay i’m being so real rn okayy? so my favorite strawberry shortcake character has always been blueberry muffin! there’s just something about her quiet confidence and cozy bookish-baker energy that makes me feel so at home?? like she’s the type to bake blueberry scones, make tea, and give solid advice without ever raising her voice. i also have such a soft spot for lucy from peanuts! yk what i think i’ve always loved strong female characters who are a little misunderstood and kind of bossy but have a big heart buried underneath <3 anyway as for how i upload so consistently… DONT SLEEP (jk but also not really LOL). truth is, i have so many thoughts at any given time it’s almost ridiculous. i’ve been called a 'yapper' all my life because i literally can’t stop storytelling in some form. some of my background in writing includes doing journalism since i was 10, also joined competitions, so writing kind of just became my way of sorting through everything going on in my head. some people have even said i’m good at songwriting too TT, which is such a fun random skill to have! like in 8th grade, we were tasked to write a christmas song, and i ended up writing the whole thing in one car ride home from school. i think because of all that, writing’s always felt like second nature to me, so even if i’m not posting, i’m always writing something behind the scenes. it’s chaotic but i love it. ♡

જ⁀➴💌 1 message from ry: if you could turn back time, what gift would you give your younger self for their birthday? (can be taken literally or metaphorically 🙂‍↕️)

a: if i could turn back time, i’d give my younger self two things: the best noise-cancelling headphones and a really good drawing tablet. the headphones because, honestly, SHE NEEDS TO HEAR SOME OF MY FAV SHOEGAZE ARTISTS RN SO SHE WOULDN'T MISS OUT LOL. anyway, i think having even a little bit of peace back then would’ve helped her hear her own thoughts better. and the drawing tablet? because she was always sketching ideas on the backs of notebooks, math quizzes, whatever paper she could find. she didn’t really believe her art or her stories were good enough, but maybe if she had the right tools earlier, she would’ve taken herself more seriously. i’d want her to know that her creativity wasn’t just a phase or a hobby, that it was a real, important part of who she is. and she didn’t need permission to make things that mattered to her :)

જ⁀➴💌 5 messages from @jasminesocks:

so i checked my bed this morning and?? u weren’t there? care to fix that?

a: bold of you to assume i didn’t notice the empty space beside me too… wanna do something about it or should i keep dreaming? 😌

hypothetically speaking, if i forged your signature on a marriage certificate… would you be mad?

a: hypothetically speaking… if i forged your signature on a marriage certificate, would you be mad or just finally show up for our honeymoon? 🤨💅💍

okay okay ill stop fooling around now, heres a real question: whats ur type (and why is it me)?

a: okay okay i’ll be serious for once, my type is someone who cooks, cleans, and is painfully attentive… so yeah, i guess it is you. hate when you're right but love that you're mine 😌

any music you've been really into lately?

a: any music i’ve been really into lately? honestly, i've been deep in my emotional indie bag lately broo, like lots of clairo (yes, “bags” is also on loop for me, we’re synced fr), mitski, and a sprinkle of phoebe bridgers! also been revisiting older stuff like jeff buckley and fleetwood mac too. oh, and queen? always a classic. i blast “somebody to love” like it’s my anthem lmfaooo

ANY WRITING TIPS?? AND LIKE HOW DO U DO IT? TELL ME NAT. HOW ARE U ABLE TO WRITE WITH A PULSE SO RAW IT LEAVES BRUISES IN THE SHAPE OF YOUR WORDS don’t stab me in the heart without a shred of mercy, only to apologise afterwards, you coward. wield your blade and own it. “oopsie got a bit too silly there uwu!” SHUT UP YOU MADE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT. IM PRETTY SURE I MET GOD??

a: omg girl CALM DOWN 😭😭 sanest sevarchive reader reaction fr lol. btw i'm framing this. but real talk, my tip in general is js to immerse yourself. like deep dive into media: books, kdramas, movies, documentaries, ao3 tags you shouldn’t be in, goodol wattpad… that’s literally where 90% of my ideas are born. i just sponge it all up and then let it bleed out in writing. if you want to write painful stuff on the other hand, you have to be willing to go where it hurts. start with honesty. don’t try to dress the emotion up or make it sound poetic right away. just sit with it. write it how it feels in your chest and understand that the prettiness can come later, but the truth has to bleed through first. okay but i also want say this with love: you're not here to protect your reader. you're not their emotional support author. if the story hurts, that means it’s doing what it’s supposed to. you’re not being cruel, you’re being real. and sometimes being real means ripping hearts out a little and respectfully. with care. and if someone messages you after crying, saying “how dare you,” you smile, say “you’re welcome,” and then you do it again. 😌💔 /j but not really.

જ⁀➴💌 1 message from @yoichiin: what does your writing process look like?

a: omg first of all, thank you so much for that mini message 🥹 i put so much heart into my stories, and hearing that someone connects with them like that makes it all feel worth it. thank you for celebrating this with me <3 anyways as for my writing process, it usually starts with me dumping every thought and feeling onto a page. no structure or any sort of timeline, and sometimes it’s dialogue, sometimes it’s a specific emotion or scene, or even a line that popped into my head randomly. once it’s all there, I start piecing it together and shaping it into something with flow and pacing (flow state???) alsooo i try not to aim for a perfect first draft because that mindset slows me down. instead, I write like I’m just talking to someone about the idea, like a friend sitting next to me. getting it down is more important than getting it right. there’s always time to go back and polish things after. thenn this might sound cheesy/odd but reading out loud is a big part of my revision process. it helps me catch what doesn’t sound natural or what feels off emotionally. if i stumble while reading it, then it probably needs to be clearer or stronger. i also think a lot about who i’m writing for, what kind of feeling i want to leave them with, or what kind of moment they might need to hear. and honestly, one of the biggest things that shaped how i write was just immersing myself in stories. as i said before, immerse yourself in all kinds of media!! every story teaches something new about character, emotion, or pacing. some of my best ideas come from consuming something and thinking, “but what if it went this way instead?” if you’re writing from a place that feels real to you, and you're staying curious, you’re already doing the most important part. keep going and i seriously can’t wait to see how you grow as an writer. you’ve got something special so keep creating :))

જ⁀➴💌 1 message from anonymous user: if you could pick 3 blue lock characters and force them into one room to talk to each other, who would u choose and why?

a: if i could trap three characters in a room, it’s barou, kunigami, yukimiya—and me, obviously. don’t be ridiculous. i’m not missing that. i’ll be sitting there with my soul leaving my body in slow-mo as barou’s veins pop while he crosses his arms, kunigami smiles with those arms that could bench press me, and yukimiya adjusting his glasses and i'd literally die at the spot. they’d just be existing—breathing—and i’d be on the floor, clutching my chest like “take me now.” like yes, your honor, i gazed too long. yes, i ascended. yes, let me die under yukimiya’s cheekbones, kunigami’s forearms, and barou’s criminal glare. this would be a funeral. and i’ll be the happiest corpse alive.

aaaaand that’s a wrap on all the questions! thank you for the love, the chaos, and the wildly specific questions that made me spiral (in the best way). this was so fun to answer frr and i’m genuinely so grateful to be surrounded by people who let me be unhinged and sentimental at the same time. here’s to more writing, more brainrot, and many more qnas where i emotionally black out over fictional men. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱♡