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Upside Down to Inside Out Part 1
Summary: It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins.
Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, angst, drug use, sfw, friends to lovers
No one had seen Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson for months.
After the events in the Upside Down, where he, Dustin, and yourself had created a distraction for the Demobats to allow the rest of the team to do what was needed to kill Vecna/Henry/One, everything had happened in a blur. No one talked about that night, how everyone almost died, how the world almost ended, how Eddie had cleared his name but still was seen as a murderer.
The official story was that Eddie had been kidnapped by whoever had actually killed Chrissy and the others. The official story made Chrissy out to be some sort of druggie, which pissed everyone off, not least of all Eddie. The official story had Eddie locked up and tortured by some boogie man who had sacrificed others.
If the whole thing hadn’t been so traumatizing, it would almost be funny how close the papers got it right.
It was September now, and you hadn’t heard a word from Eddie in months. You’d called him so many times, even showing up at his home to try and find him. Eventually, Wayne Munson had to tell you that he wasn’t there, and that he’d packed up his guitar, his cassettes, and his clothes and left town just days after being discharged from the hospital.
Eddie ‘the Banished’ had retreated for the last time.
You were glad that none of the kids were there to see you completely break down over this. No, instead it was Johnathan Byers and Argyle of all people who had been witness to your downfall. You barely knew them, had never talked to Johnathan much in school and Argyle... never went back to California. You never did ask about what his parents must have thought.
They had been the one to drive you to Forest Hills Trailer Park when your car broke down. They had been the ones to hear Wayne explain that Eddie had skipped town. It was Johnathan’s idea to take you out to an old dump with a shitty golf club from the local thrift store to help you take your anger and frustration out on a broken washing machine.
You swung the golf club with all your might at the poor appliance. Screaming profanities, yelling at Eddie, and cursing this town that never gave him a chance.
“FUCK!” you screamed as the golf club swung down with a clang. “Stupid- He fucking LEFT!” Another swing. “He said... he wouldn’t run away again!” Another swing as hot tears stung your eyes. “Stupid shithead- stupid FUCK.”
You had long since stopped making sense of your yelling as Johnathan and Argyle just watched you. Everything was just wrong. How the hell did you save the world and still feel like you lost everything?! It wasn’t fair, you were supposed to have cleared his name, the town was supposed to love him now the same way that you-
Another feral scream ripped through your throat as you slammed the golf club down for a final time, snapping the cheap metal and denting the appliance. You fell to your knees in a heap, sobbing uncontrollably into the dirt.
Argyle was the one to step in, sitting you up and sticking something in your mouth and telling you to breathe in. The joint burned your throat and only reminded you more of Eddie as you coughed out smoke. Someone was rubbing your back as you cried, you couldn’t tell who at this point. You should have been embarrassed to be having this complete breakdown in front of two people you barely knew, but you couldn’t help it.
You weren’t sure how long you were sitting on the ground with the two men. You had mostly gotten your breathing under control, and you weren’t sure if the joint that was being passed between the three of you was doing you any good.
“So... you were close with Eddie?” Jonathan asked, once he decided that you had calmed down enough to talk.
“I... I thought we were.” you said. “I really thought so.”
“Come on, if anyone can get Eddie to move Hellfire it’s you!” Mike pleaded. “It’s the final session and then it’s over!”
You looked at the two freshmen before you and sighed. You agreed with them, you fully agreed with everything they were saying. You wanted Lucas there, you wanted everyone there for this. It wouldn’t feel right that the campaign would end without the whole of Hellfire Club there.
And you had some sway over Eddie, not much but some. He was your friend, the one who had singled you out and dragged you into the club. He was the one who gave you a place to belong in Hawkins, and the only person you had opened up to about things in your past. This was the same man who when you said you had a passing interest in Metal music, he’d come to school the next day with a mix tape of his favorite songs, with a track list of why they were significant to the genre.
Eddie was your friend, and none of the others could ever truly bring themselves to stand up to him the way you did. You weren’t afraid to poke at him when he was being stubborn, you weren’t afraid to fight with him, or call him out. That’s why he liked you, if he was honest. You were never afraid or nervous around Eddie Munson.
Well, not to his face.
“I won’t make any promises, but I’ll try. Maybe three people voting to postpone will make him at least think about it.” you finally agree.
Dustin and Mike were satisfied with that as you all looked over at the normal Hellfire Club table.
“Shit, he seems really revved up today.” Dustin said, watching as Eddie laughed about something in the magazine he was holding.
“He’s always revved up.” said Mike, who looked just as nervous.
“Welp, time to go ruin his day.” You said with a deep breath and a laugh. “Business as usual.”
That at least made the freshmen laugh a little bit as you led the way towards the club, dropping your lunchbox on the table next to Eddie. You were creating a barrier between him and Dustin and Mike, just in case. Not that Eddie would ever actually hurt anyone. Okay, yeah he wasn’t afraid to get handsy and grab onto club members and push them around a little but there was never any true malicious intent.
But if you were going to be the one with any actual sway over his decision, then you had to be the one sitting closest to him.
“‘Sup, Freaks.” you said dropping down in the chair, forcing Zack to scoot over. Gareth rolled his eyes at you, as usual. He never did seem to care for you, but it didn’t matter to you that much.
Eddie barely acknowledged you until you opened your lunch box and tossed him an extra sandwich. It stressed you out how little he always brought, and you made sure to never make a big deal about it, and he didn’t question. Eddie grabbed the bag and took a bite out of the sandwich, and you could almost laugh at his expression. He was frowning so hard, and he was clearly in some sort of mood.
“Exactly.” Eddie said, looking at you as he swallowed. “We’re the freaks here right? Just because we like to play a fantasy game.”
Oh no, he was in one of those moods. You immediately grabbed your lunch and scooted it back; you’d already lost more than one sandwich to Eddie’s speeches in the few months that you’d been here. Oh, this was going to be much harder than you thought it’d be.
“BUT” Eddie slammed the table with his hand and started to stand up. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing as he climbed up on the table- how many times had he managed to stand on these tables without getting in trouble? How many teachers had just given up at this point and let him go for it knowing it would only take a moment of everyone’s time?
Still, you never got tired of it. You never got tired of his energy and passion, how he meant every single word he said, even if it pissed everyone else off or annoyed them. The whole school thought that he would snap one day, and you assumed that’s why most people stayed away from Hellfire. This club came with a certain level of protection against bullies, no doubt thanks to Eddie’s antics.
“As long as you're into band!” Eddie yelled out, walking along the table. You had heard him say this exact thing hundreds of times before in private that you could almost say it word for word; wait, had that been him rehearsing for this? “Or science, or paaarrrtieeess-”
He was gaining attention now, a few people looking up and flipping him off or muttering about the freak standing and yelling on the lunchroom table again.
“Or a GAME where you toss BALLS into LAUNDRY BASKETS!” He yelled even louder.
Shit. You looked over at Dustin and Mike with a sigh. Oh, he was NOT going to be happy about your proposal. You were now also glad that you had bought your supply off of him a few days ago so that he couldn’t hold that over your head. He has absolutely refused to sell you weed before, or at least delayed it by a few days because you two had gotten into some spat but he always ended up selling to you when you made up.
A few people were yelling at Eddie now, and he threw up his hands and hissed at someone. You shook your head, God he was dramatic. But you loved that about him, if you were honest. Eddie was refreshing in a sea of normalcy. It was part of the reason you felt-
“It’s forced conforming.” Eddie declared as he walked back down the table and jumped off, getting into some poor girl's face who stumbled back into a pillar. “That’s what's killing the kids!” He took a seat again. “That’s the real monster.”
You readjusted your lunch and gave him a polite round of applause, with Mike and Dustin also following when they saw your face. Flattery worked on Eddie, of course it did. Eddie was a DM, so that meant he had some form of God-Complex and any form of stroking his dumb ego could only help.
“So, uh, speaking of monsters...” Dustin started. Eddie was eating his sandwich again and his eyes had narrowed. Eddie always had a sixth sense when some form of bullshit was about to happen, and he could already tell that he wasn’t going to like whatever it was that this kid was going to say.
“Lucas has to do his, uh, balls-in-laundry-baskets game.” Dustin laughed nervously, trying so hard to remain calm and casual. “So... He’s not gonna make it to Hellfire tonight. And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and Mike, we were talking, shooting the shit. And we were thinking that maybe we might...”
“Postpone!” Mike said, not letting Dustin get to the point. That’s probably not how you would have handled this situation, but it was out there.
The table immediately delved into chaos as your friends immediately started fighting with the freshmen.
“Postpone?!”
“You can’t just drop this on us!”
“Over my dead body!”
“SHUT UP!” Everything came to a halt with the club and you all looked at Eddie. He leaned over and looked at Dustin. “Are you saying that Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?”
In the off season, it had been easy for Lucas to ‘play the field’ between Basketball and Hellfire. With Hellfire on Fridays and practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the kid had been able to mostly get by playing both games. He never talked about one extra-curricular with the other, knowing that neither group of friends would care about the other.
Then Spring semester started, and Basketball season started ramping up as the Hawkins Tigers started winning games. Lucas was still benched, but he couldn’t skip games, not without losing the chance to actually play. This had been causing friction for a few months now, with Lucas skipping Hellfire and everyone needing to find a sub for the game instead of, maybe, Eddie adjusting the dungeons and encounters accordingly. But Eddie would always be Eddie, and he was a stubborn, sadistic DM.
“Uh, something like that?” Mike mumbled.
“Something like that?” Eddie threw a piece of crushed pretzel that he had been eating at the freshman, which you barely dodged by leaning back.
“Jesus, Eds.” you mumbled.
He waved you off. “And rather than find a sub for him, you want... you want to postpone ‘The Cult of Vecna’?” You could practically hear Eddie grinding his teeth, and his shoulders were shaking.
“I... I don’t want to postpone it.-” Mike started and you had to step in. This was not getting anywhere.
“Yes, Eddie, we want to postpone the game” you said firmly, sitting up straighter. He looked at you, jaw agape and eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Are you serious?” he asked. “This is the final session of the campaign-”
“And this is the Championship game!” you shot back.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Jeff said.
“So we’re supposed to just postpone because Lucas has to go play with his balls?” Gareth added.
“ENOUGH” Eddie said, his eyes were now trained on you. You did your best to stand your ground. “So it’s the championship game?”
“Most of the subs will be there-” Mike started, but a sharp look from Eddie had him shrink back before wide brown eyes turned back to you. Freshmen he could handle, but you could be just as stubborn as him when it mattered. You and Eddie always challenged each other, and most times it was fun to get under each other's skin, but this wasn’t playful banter about a dice roll this time.
“Can I level with you three?” Eddie asked, his eyes sweeping over you, Dustin, and Mike. He stood up and you wondered if he was capable of sitting down when he had something to say. Even during Hellfire he’d be more than happy to hop up and lean over the table, walk around and get in everyone’s faces.
You’d called him a theater kid once and that had almost caused a fist fight between you two. It was totally worth it.
He pointed at the members across from you. "Jeff graduates this year. Gareth’s got, what? A year and a half? Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnell’s.” There was a fire in his eyes now, and he was practically vibrating as he walked around the table. “If I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage next month, I’m gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird, I’m gonna snatch that diploma, and I’m gonna run like hell outta here!”
If you heard this speech once, you heard it a million times, and it still got to you each time. This wasn’t exactly your first senior year either. You and Eddie had tried several times to study together, to try and get your shit together enough to graduate, but it didn’t work. You both were far too easily distracted when around each other and it ended up doing more harm than good. Both of you were right at the finish line now, him needing three more credits and you needing two now.
“Didn’t you say that last year?” asked Gareth.
“And the year before that?” Jeff added.
“Yeah, yeah and I was full of shit. This year’s different. This year is my year. I can feel it. ‘86, baby!” His smile could light up this whole town, and you felt yourself falter for just a moment as he made his way behind you three. “And with us finally getting out of this hellhole,” his hand fell heavy on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze before he looked at Mike and Dustin. “It means you boys are the future of Hellfire. I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like... looking like two little lost sheep. You were wearing a Weird Al t-shirt, which I thought was brave.”
You had thought it was cool.
“Thank you.” Dustin said, unsure how to take that.
“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from the goddamn Gap.” Eddie continued. Okay so this was Eddie’s plan, ignore your protests to focus on the freshmen. Everyone at the table was laughing now, and you were losing this argument.
That’s when you stood up, now standing above him as he was squatting by Mike and Dustin. For just a second you had the high ground.
“Actually Munson, can I level with you?” you asked, looking down at him. He raised and eyebrow and slowly stood up as you crossed your arms. He had a few inches on you and he stepped just a bit closer.
“Mom and dad are fighting again.” you heard Zach mutter under his breath.
“Speak.” Eddie’s voice was low and dangerous and you had to smother the small insistent voice in your head that it was, perhaps, a little bit attractive when he was like this.
This was not the fucking time.
“We’ve all been working our ass off with this campaign.” you said. “You’ve put us through hell and back and we’ve all fought to get to this point. You want to split the party Eddie? You want to do this during the final battle? Shit, Eds, it’s the last session! What happens after this? A few one shots until the semester is over-”
“There’s no guarantee that you’ll all fight and win. You might have to retreat.” Eddie interrupted.
“If that’s the case then we retreat as a team!” you shot back. “Lucas is our friend, and yeah he hasn’t been around much this semester. But are you really about to throw that away just because you’re so stubborn that you won’t postpone this one time?!”
Eddie stared down at you as the rest of Hellfire held their breath.
“I have poured my blood, swear, and tears into this campaign.” he said.
“I know, and it shows! This is probably the best table I’ve ever played at but if we can’t end this together then what’s the point?” You straightened up. “We should go to the game.”
“Are you joking?!” Jeff asked.
“Why would we do that?!”
“Because Lucas is our friend, Dipshits!” you turned to the club. “After he basically carried your sorry ass last semester, I would have thought better of all of you.”
“Okay mom.” Zack grumbled.
“You’re grounded.” you snapped and turned to Eddie. “Eddie. You’re not unreasonable. Postpone the game, even by a single day. We have all of spring break to get together and finish this. You worked so hard on this campaign and we all worked hard to play it with the respect it deserves-”
“Didn’t you interrupt a villain monologue three weeks ago to talk shit about the wine at the cult gathering?” Gareth asked.
“Okay, so that’s- shut up, Gareth.” And you’d do it again just to make Eddie roll for stupid details like that. “The point is, we should want everyone there. This is your year, yeah? You’re gonna throw away a player because you can’t wait to have everyone together?”
Eddie’s shoulders slumped and he rubbed down his face. There was a look of defeat that you held your breath for. He turned to the rest of club.
“And what say the rest of you?” he asked, looking around the table.
“At this point I don’t care when we play as long as we play.” Jeff said. “Sinclair’s tried to be around as much as he can for us and yeah, last year he was a big help.”
“I’ll concede if it means they stop fighting.” Zack said. “Just get a divorce already.”
“We can’t, we’re staying together for the kids.” you nudged Eddie, who looked like he couldn’t tell if he wanted to be annoyed or amused. He just shook his head.
“Gareth?” he asked.
Everyone stared at the drummer and his face was contorted into a pissed look. “I guess I can’t say no without being the bad guy. Fine, but you really owe us.”
This was good enough for you as Dustin and Mike visibly relaxed. Mike was looking as if he couldn’t believe that this actually worked.
“I’ll cook for all of you, I promise.” you said instantly. “Next session I’ll bring food and everything!”
This seemed to satisfy even Eddie, who could never turn down free food. He still looked annoyed, and disappointed, but he had accepted the fate of tonight’s game.
“If you don’t make those cookies, I’m sacrificing you to Vecna myself.” he said.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eds.” you smirked.
Someone at the table muttered ‘Jesus Christ’ but you took your seat again. Mike and Dustin were staring at you as if you’d achieved the impossible. To be fair, you probably did.
“I guess we’re going to watch Sinclair play with his balls.” Gareth said, which broke the tension and everyone laughed.
“Man, that guy sounds like a tough cookie.” Argyle nodded as you handed the joint back to him. It had been weeks since your episode, the three of you were now laying on top of the large Surfer Boy van that you were starting to suspect wasn’t legally his.
The three of you did this a lot. When things got to be too much, when the nightmares were too stressful to deal with, the three of you would meet up and just... talk. It was cheaper and easier than therapy and you doubted any therapist was equipped to deal with teens who fought monsters and saved the world.
“I can’t believe that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson wouldn’t move it.” Jonathan said. It had only been within the last week that you had started telling them about your relationship with him. They knew that you two had helped cause the distraction to blow up the Demobats, but you hadn’t talked more than that.
“He gets wrapped up in himself.” you said quietly. “Told me once that he’d move Hellfire all the time but he had to put his foot down because nothing would get done.”
“When Will was younger he was always at the Wheeler place playing.” Jonathan said. “They’d be playing all day until we had to put on a stricter curfew.”
“It’s easier when you’re kids. Less shit to do.”
“Did you ever finish that campaign?” asked Argyle. “With the food and everything?”
You took the joint back and took a deep breath, holding it until your lungs and eyes burned before exhaling slowly and handing the joint to Jonathan. A tear slid down your cheek and you wiped it with the back of your hand.
“No.” you said, your voice sounding raw. “They... after everything that happened, they don’t talk to me anymore.”
The only Hellfire members who acknowledged your presence now were those who fought Vecna. Zack, Jeff, Gareth- they had made it very clear that you weren’t welcome anymore around them. They blamed you for Eddie’s disappearance, they blamed you for pushing to move Hellfire, they blamed you for Gareth’s broken fingers where Jason Carver had stomped him for information.
They blamed you for the breaking of Corroded Coffin.
You never had the strength to try and explain what happened. And what did it matter anyway? Without Eddie around, Hellfire was broken. A cult without a leader. The whole town would probably lynch you all if you ever donned your Hellfire shirts again. You all already had a lifetime ban from The Hideout and none of you were even 21 yet.
“Bummer.” Argyle said sympathetically, and you just shrugged.
“I can live without them I guess.” you sighed. “Living without Eddie sucks but...”
You couldn’t keep going. You already talked about him too much today and that wound in your heart that refused to scab over just continued to slowly bleed. You wondered how much longer before there was nothing left of you. Your strange new friendship between Johnathan and Argyle had kept you afloat for now, but how long could it last? Jonathan would have to go to college and you think Argyle would have to return to California at some point. Maybe.
“Were you two..?” Jonathan started but even Argyle shook his head.
“I just wish I knew where he was, you know? To know that he’s not mauled in a ditch somewhere.” you said.
“Yeah man, like if there was just something we had that could just tell us where he is.” Argyle nodded. “That’d be crazy! Just push a button and we know where he is.”
“I should have had him microchipped” you laughed as another tear slid down your cheek.
Jonathan sat up suddenly. “What if we didn’t need something?” he asked, brows furrowed as if he was trying to clear a path through the fog of his mind to a dimly lit idea that was just out of reach. “What if we needed someone?”
“What like some psychic girl who can transport through people's minds to fight off monsters and locate people just by thinking about them?” Argyle laughed, and there was a moment of silence before you and Argyle shot up to look at Johnathan.
“EL!”
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a/n: comments and tags make my ADHD write more, just sayin'
#eddie munson x reader#nacht fic#upside down to inside out#honestly this might be one of my favorite things I've written for Eddie tbh
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“Boogie Bitch” Slashers first meeting w/ a Fem!Reader who’s also a Slasher
CHARACTERS: JESSE & ASA
Reader is always black unless I say differently
SFW, canon typical violence at most
Inspo: Megan Thee Stallion/Scary
Happy October and hope you enjoy!
ASA EMORY
You targeted him because he seemed like an easy hit
Residential street, by the books job, basic looking if hefty white man
He wore sweaters to work almost everyday for fucks sake
You sneak into his house of course, side eyeing all the displays of different insects you pass
He senses something’s off and unlike with Arkin (who was familiar with Asa) you can’t circumvent him and he gets the drop on you.
In the scuffle your mask gets pulled off
Your helmet hair is not cute but you barely focus on that as you gape at him
Him taking advantage of your lapse to stab you in the arm with a letter opener springs you back into action though.
“Ow, fuck!”
He just grunts as he springs up at you, something worrying flashing in his eyes. You have never once run into someone who looked at you like that before.
Sure you’ve gotten contempt and fear, even the occasional wannabe final girl (or boy) with some fiery disposition, but never has the way one of your targets looked at you ever made your own blood run cold.
Screw the kill, you scramble away from the man worth every inch of your being
At this point the hunting knife in your fist might as well just be an accessory
Eventually he manages to catch your arm and in the ensuing sharp sprout of pain up your appendage you panic and throw the knife at him. The fucker catches it.
Evidently your best bet is to run and you don’t hesitate to haul ass to the front door. You’ve pissed Asa off though so it’s not like he’s just going to watch you leave.
He’s angry as hell. So mad he’s not even speaking words he’s just growling and shit. It triggers your fight or flight like crazy though(and flight wins obviously). Asa’s mostly pissed that you 1.) had the gall and 2.) he didn’t notice you poking around his house until you were already inside.
You’re faster than he thought you’d be and where you’d seemed pretty slow before, you were already out the door by the time he threw your accosted knife and it embedded in the spot you ran past not a second before
In your confusion you dashed out the back door instead of the front
So now he’s chasing you around his backyard until either he catches you or you manage to get your thick ass over to the neighbors backyard
HOW IT GOES: you juke him and then hop the fence. You fall instead of landing on your feet on the other side, but it’s not like anybody saw.
Immediately after you wave to his angry face before you start screaming bloody murder and then bang on the neighbors back door
They’re not white woman tears, but the crocodile tears you shed do the job and have the old couple next door taking you in and calling the police
You don’t lead the cops back to Asa cause that could get you in trouble, but the entomologist does glower through the routine questioning that all the neighbors are put through incase they saw whatever ‘mysterious kidnappers’ had gotten you
He’d never admit it out loud but he’s genuinely embarrassed. Like, down to his core ashamed you nearly got the drop on him and escaped, and now he needs to get back at you
Because of this Asa makes sure not to forget your face, and you can bet he’ll be seeing your ass again.
JESSE CROMEANS
You’re a stripper at one of the types of spots he’d usually pick up piggies at
That night in fact he’s eyeing you for the slaughter
In a little bra and skirt set you come up to his table, recognizable six inch pleasers and everything and something about you pings in his brain
So you’re both sizing each other up
He’s big but you’ve taken on bigger and he looks like he’s got money (desperate men with a lot of bank tended to try and barter) but this man: mr expensive car, watch, shoes, and suit, you couldn’t wait to see the goodies he’d give you to try and bribe you for his life
You lay the charm on hard to lull him into a false sense of security
Meanwhile Jesse’s over there thinking: “pretty and a dumbass, looks like I’ll be having an easy night after all.”
He doesn’t plan on killing you right away but he’d get to initiate the chase easier since he wants to have fun with you for two or three days
There’s an art to it
Neither of you catch on to the other’s games as the night drags on
You slide into his lap and pull a little wrist touch and giggle as you admire his watch. Armani, nice.
And Jesse’s smug in the cheap pink lighting of the seedy club. Rubbing his hands along your thighs and stuffing 20’s he plans on collecting later in your waistband. Yeah, he’s milking your greedy ass.
You dance him up, promising something you’re never gonna give him, and he plays along until y’all get to the room you rented for this week's hunt
When you excuse yourself to the bathroom to strap up he drops all pretense and mounts his camera
That red light flashes on as soon as the bathroom door swings open
There’s surprise filled silence as you both clock the knives in each other’s hands. Only difference is you snap out of it faster, diving for his weapon. He pulls it away before you get it but you do slash the back of his heel. Not as deep as you wanted because of his thick expensive damn pants, but still, it makes him stumble
This fight lasts longer than Asa’s. Jesse swings with a lot of power but he’s big, tall and wounded so you stick closer to the ground as you bounce around the room. Never pausing long enough to be cornered or slammed down as you zip past volatile hands.
You’re a Slasher too and a woman, you know how to move and you know how to lie to stay alive when killing people bigger than you. You also have a tried and true process to subdue them too.
Once you pass him up good enough you can get to the door with a few precious seconds to spare, you curse. There’s a big fancy lock keeping the two of you trapped
HOW IT GOES: He comes up from behind you and then his big hands are at your throat. You wiggle around desperately, trying to throw him off with your body weight.
It doesn’t work, Jesse’s too strong for that shit, but he doesn’t kill you right away. He chokes you long enough to subdue and then takes your weapon away while you cough up half your lung on the rundown carpet.
He misses your method of curbing your victims though, and once you’ve regained yourself enough to realize the bastard is taunting you with twirls of his stupid custom blade you wait until the right moment to strike.
In the meantime you pretend like you’re still stunned
No doubt done playing around, and deciding you’d be too much of a problem to let go so he can hunt, Jesse goes in for the kill pretty quickly
It’s then that you surprise him by moving fast enough to just barely dodge his downward strike, he gives you a good long cut down the arm to remember him by, but you yell and push past the sting to plunge your needle into his wrist before hopping to your feet
He’s a lot of man but what was in your syringe works fast and despite his best efforts to stay standing when he tries to advance on you he just ends up veering to the left and then collapsing
You laugh at him, you do, which you can tell pisses him off then rummage through his jacket for the lock key and leave.
While this is happening Jesse’s fuming. Only Princess, his hardest victim to date, had done him this dirty. But even if it wasn’t by his hand she was dead and he’s not going to stand for you relegating him incapacitated either. Jesse only liked games when he came out on top after all.
You should’ve ended him in that dingy motel room, but all things considered you just weren’t thinking and only wanted to get as far away from the other Slasher as possible. This was new for you and you hated it, but it was better to leave without a kill than without your life.
Later, once he’s been checked and cleared by his medical team, Jesse goes back to the club and gets the fake information you used to get a job there, then through his connections he and Spann find you
You who left him with a little souvenir too, strained muscles that he has to briefly stop hunting to recover from
And yeah, Chromeskull plans on paying you a little visit soon
Real soon
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
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Regis Weekend: In Full Swing, available now wherever music is sold.
Three compacts discs are barely enough to contain the riffs, the solos, the extensions, and the passion of Regis Weekend.
Besides hours of live recordings, you'll hear outtakes, demos, and rarities that will thrill and delight any Regis Weekend fan.
TRACK LISTING:
Disc 1—
1) “Overture to Regis Ass Weekend” (Demo)(1:19)
2) “What Would You Give (Have Him Back)” (3:22)
3) “December 8, 2020” (19:41)
4) “Sun Rise In Newark” (2:09)
5) “Regis Lives” (Vocals Only)(3:19)
6) “Summertime Jeeps” (1:55)
7) “An Exciting New 5-Step Handshake” (7:33)
8) “The Car Of The Future Will Run On Water But The Water Will Scream As You Drink It” (:59)
Disc 2—
1) “Clam Juice” (9:02)
2) “Four Course Dinner And Gala” (2:47)
3) “Someone Change The Date In The Post, We Put The Wrong Date In The Post” (Outtake)(1:14)
4) “Jesus, Mary And Joseph, Bruno, You’re A Handsome Man, Did Your Mother Spank You (Light Over The Skyline)” ft. Bruno Mars (Unreleased)(9:51)
5) “Rude Boy Boogie: Overture to Regis Ass Weekend / Overture To The Skankin’ Caverns Medley” (2:50)
6) "Babies with their heads cut off” (Hidden Track)(39:01)
7) "I'm Regis X. Philbin And The X Stands For Jazz" (Hidden Track)(:46)
Disc 3—
1) “Spider-Man Regis Hums Past A Choir Of Electronic Android Archangels” (4:18)
2) “God, Our Magnificent Protector, You Deserve Our Gratitude (Check The First Letters For A Surprise)”(Japanese Import)(12:01)
3) “This Is Unbearable (Don’t Look Away)” (2:47)
4) “Regis Philbin Has Become A Paper Shredder (The Poop Song)” (3:29)
5) “Rosie’s Song (Helping Her Pack)” (3:50)
6) “California Regis” (4:02)
7) “Regis Weekend Has Been Extended (To Wednesday October 11, 2023)” (6:38)
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Okay, I hope this isn't too late but, this is for my sister
What about Michael Myers with an s/o with ADHD
Micheal Myers and ADHD don’t mix, at least that’s what he likes to make you think
It depends on what mood you find him in. If he just came back from a successful hunt, than he really doesn’t mind that much
Micheal not a very touchy lover most days, but he’s grown used to expecting you at the door when he comes come to greet him, but if you’re not at the door because you got distracted, be prepared for you punishment
Oh boy, Micheal will fucking find you, and you make a game out of it. Playing hide and seek in the middle of the night, going around the rooms off his house and running away. Of course he could catch up to you, but his plan is to tire you out
He préfères you get your energy bursts out before he’s home to spend time with you, but if you haven’t, Micheal knows several ways to tire you out. When he finally catches up with you, he throws you over his shoulder. You pretend to kick and scream, knowing it won’t actually hurt your man.
He throws you down on the bed, and if you’ve calmed down already, he’ll just pull you into his chest and demand a nap, if not he’ll tired you out some other way 😉
If Mikey brings you with him on kills, he finds it rather amusing. You’ll put on a cute little costume to hide your identity and get a kick out of scaring the shit out of his victims
He once even watched you bite a victim that tried to stab him. Because nobody stabs your man and gets away with it. Micheal will never admit it, but he thought it was the cutest damn thing in the whole world.
And you do make a great distraction for the cops when they’re hot on his tail. They’d never expect a cute little thing like you was trying to protect the boogie man. Plus you could take them on a wild goose chase for hours before you got tried
So as much as Micheal likes to make you think he’s annoyed with your ADHD, the man swoons and only for you.
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━"It's Been A While"
━Wilford Warfstashe
━Tw: Mentions of murder, blood, and slight angst? But it's all good in the end hehe
━Notes: Goddamn I love this guy so much. But this one shot is moddled after the YouTube video from Markiplier titled Wilford Motherloving Warfstashe Please go watch it to support Mark and understand the plot better :D
━Song: "Boogie Down 5" By Anders Bothen
The club was as busy as (Y/n) remembered.
Bright multicolored lights fading in and out of the corner of their eye, bodies pressed up against each other swaying to the disco music, smells of sweat and alcohol invading their senses-
The place was as lively and fun as they recalled. The only thing that was new was the man at their side sporting a brown leather jacket with a scowl.
"Abe." (Y/n) sighed, adjusting the hidden gun along their waistband carefully. "You do know that the, uh, Colonel isn't going to be exactly who you have invisioned right?" A sigh escaped their chapped lips, fogging up the aviators they wore with a tense jaw.
They had to choose their words carefully. Many lies had been woven by their very own lips as to be in this very position. (Y/n) couldn't afford to slip up now.
"Yes I know that. But he's still the same man who shot me in the heart. And the same one who gave you that damn scar!" Abe responded, his nearly bald head shining with sweat from the atmosphere.
At the mention of the scar, (Y/n) lightly brushed their finger tips over the side of their cheek. It was a small thing, barely even looked like a scar. In fact its been mistaken for a paper cut before, but they remembered getting it like it was yesterday. How much blood poured from it at least.
The chaos, gun shots, screaming-
Shaking their clouded head, (Y/n) took a deep breath and flanked Abe as they attempted to make their way through the mosh pit of partying adults.
"Hey Abe-" But they paused one they realized he wasn't paying attention. Rolling their eyes, (Y/n) scoffed at how he was monolouging to himself once again. He really needed to stop doing that before it got him killed in the heat of things.
Speaking of heat-
A particularly hot beam of color from an overhead light shone in (Y/n)s eyes at that moment. With a small hiss they held their hand up to shield their vision. Blinking the spots away from their retinas, they almost missed him.
There, on the stage, doing some ridiculous dance, was Wilford.
(Y/n)s movements slowed to a still, not sure wether to reach for their gun or run to the stage and laugh.
He looked exactly how they remembered him (minus the pink afro). Mussed up hair, unruly mustache, and a grin that lit the whole room with energy.
His dancing wasn't half bad either.
Just as (Y/n) had started to pull their hand away from their weapon slowly, two gun shots rang out, causing them to jerk their fingers back down to it and get in a defensive position.
Once they saw Abes gun pointing up into the air though, the rest of his body being hidden by the fleeing club members, (Y/n) calmed down some.
"Get your ass down here." They heard him growl menacingly, supposedly at the still dancing Wilford.
Shuffling over to Abe slightly they watched as the two men engaged in a dance; litteraly and metaphorical.
It ended however when one of Abes missed shots fried the music box at the foot of Wilford.
"W-Why'd th music stop?"
(Y/n) resisted the urge to smile at the sound of Wilfords voice. It had been a while since they had heard it. And it was still as enjoyable as ever.
"You're not getting away from me this time asshole." Abe ignored his question to instead opt for an insult. "I said, get your ass down on the ground! Otherwise me and my partner are going to pump you full of lead!"
Taking that as a sign (Y/n) reluctantly pulled out their gun from the leather holster and pointed it at Wilfords chest. They didn't miss the way his eyes seemed to bore into their soul at the mention of them; almost as if he was trying to remember them.
"Do I know you?" Wilford asked then in a more quiet tone. (Y/n) remained silent, letting Abe think that he was talking to him.
"What- how do you not- J-just stop playing games and get your ass down on the ground before I blow you right here right now!"
The detective resisted the urge to roll their eyes at the unintentional innuendo that Abe. had just let loose. Instead of trying to help him out, they just silently jerked their head backwards at the backup dancers still standing frozen on the stage as a means to tell them 'get outta here'
In the two seconds that they had looked away from the bickering men, somehow Wilford had ended up unconscious with Abe standing over him, tazer in hand.
"Again Abe?"
"Shut up and help me get him into cuffs."
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(Y/n) watched with crossed arms and a blank stare as Wilford propped his shiny dance shoes on Abes desk- the mentioned detective currently steaming with furry.
The partier was still sipping on his lukewarm martini from hours ago, (Y/n) noticed. They had half a mind to reach over and take the beverage out of his hands for "confiscation reasons" just so they could have a drink themselves.
After the car ride there with a screaming Wilford, crazed Abe, near car crash, a second tazing of the night, and this guy parading around the office like he owned the place, they sure could use it by now.
Instead of giving into those intrusive thoughts (Y/n) simply pushed their aviators up the bridge of their nose while Wilford hummed a little ditty under his breath.
Abe and Wilford bantarderd back and fourth some more. Wilford kept darting his gaze back to (Y/n)s form however, something that they caught him doing more than once.
"You know, you look familiar."
They whipped around with a fist raised, meeting the gaze of Wilford. His messy hair from when Abe pulled his afro off earlier fell into his eyes, making (Y/n) consider asking what conditioner he uses.
"How the hell did you get over here." They questioned him, slightly lowering their fist and ignoring his previous question.
"That's what I've been saying!"
"Shut up Abe."
"You didn't answer me." Wilford said with a half smile, leaning forward. "Did we meet once? In Brazil perhaps? That was a crazy three years. No wonder I don't remember you; I could barely even remember where I lived half the time down there haha!"
(Y/n) shook their head slightly at his words. Partially to deny his claims, and partially to get the mental image of a drunk Wilford stumbling the streets of Brazil feeding stray cats and acading the police.
"No." Was all they offered him. He narrowed his eyes and scrunched his brows up, looking more like a confused flamingo than anything. Pink really was a strong fashion choice...
His genuine confusion made (Y/n) crack a bit. Their eyes softened and pupils dilated as they let out a sigh.
"The manor. You used to be known as the Colonel. I was there that day."
"You were wha-"
"Shut it Abe." They groaned for a second time. "Can't belive I'm about to out myself after years of lying-" A grumbled of frustration built its way up from the back of their throat.
"I was there when the murder happened. Was planning on committing a robery. I had no idea there would be some party o-or event. Whatever you want to call it."
Wilfords eyes widened.
"I know you now." He whispered. "(Y/n) right? You look so different now- in a good way of course." He stammered with a lopsided smile. A drunken flush had moved its way up to his neck and cheeks; as did it with (Y/n). Which was strange seeing as they havnt had anything to drink tonight.
"Whatever." They whispered while trying to resist the urge to smile.
"What the hell is going on here! Have you guys banged or something!?" Abe said from behind. (Y/n) imagined if he could be pulling his hair out right now he would. Sadly that's the downsides of going bald at 17.
Wilford laughed at Abes claim.
"Well funny story actually! Remember that closet in the manor? Me and (Y/n) here-"
"Not the time Wilford!" (Y/n) yelled over his words. Their face felt like it had been roasted to a well done. Wilford just smiled bigger, enjoying the way they seemed to get flustered.
"It's been a while (Y/n)." He chuckled. "I missed this."
They tilted their head at him.
"Yeah. It certainly has been a while."
Hope yall simps enjoyed
I loved writing my first official one shot haha!
-WayToSarcastic
#wilford warfstache x reader#wilford warfstache#wilford x reader#wilford#wilford motherloving warfstache#wilford motherloving warfstache x reader#egos#markiplier egos x reader#egos x reader#markiplier egos
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Tracy Columbo's Interview with Capgras
The video starts pointed at the floor. The camera pans up, revealing the interior of a run down circus tent. As Tracy begins walking around, he hisses and jumps back as his leg gets caught on barbed wire that was not there seconds before. Any one who pauses the video and goes frame by frame will see that it was nothing more than a glancing blow. He continues walking, occasionally panning to the floor to show various more traps and clown themed props laying around.
The video slowly gets darker and darker, as eventually it comes to show a curtain. Tracy’s hand is seen reaching for it, but he suddenly retracts it, turning behind himself. “What was that?” Tracy says, but there is nothing behind him. The camera eventually moves back to the curtain which, when uncovered, reveals a descending staircase.
As Tracy goes down, he moves the camera. His first name is briefly visible before he snaps the camera away from it, instead focusing on some blood stained dolls stuck to the wall. Any person who has had a friend or accomplice go missing may recognize a doll if they look closely enough. “Hey, isn't a clown's job to make people laugh? May wanna reconsider your business model..." Tracy says, his voice full of nervousness.
The video continues down the stairs. Occasionally, Tracy yelps as dolls and other objects fall in front of him, though rarely do these things show on camera. Eventually, Tracy reaches the bottom, and pans the camera to show his surroundings. A damp, wooden hallway- painted with circus attire with red, orange, and black. Three metal doors line the right wall, with two doors on the left, and a split leading to two hallways- Left and right. Crates and props scattered here too, but much more bloodstains and dolls resembling that of people. Chuckling, Tracy calls out: “Marco!”
A scream cries out from one of the metal doors. The top of the video shows the edge of an inhumanly long arm appear from the ceiling and smash on the door. The screaming stops, and Tracy is silent and unmoving for several moments. “Lets uh, let’s not look in there.” The camera moves into the hallway on the left, Tracy entering a room. Multiple people, three, sat in a room covered in screens. They were in the center, seated by desks, with twisted smiles and wide eyes darted between the screens and their smallest details, headphones on. A vaguely serpentine object slithered around the edges of the room, though in the video it can barely be seen due to lighting.
The camera stays on the people for several moments, before a soda bottle is seen flying into frame. One of the people snaps their attention towards the camera, a glare on their face. Suddenly, the lights flicker off, and the video stops.
The video cuts back on, pointed landscape.On one side, the edges of Tracy’s body can be seen, his body language suggesting fear and tension. On the other side, an inhuman clown smile could be seen. Yellow eyes, a deadly grin. As the interview began, its voice seems to overlap over itself in a terrible croak.
Tracy: I want to start with: Who are you? For most of Charlotte, Capgras is an urban legend, a boogie man if you will.
Capgras:They are correct.
Tracy:Fascinating! And, you know, I was wondering about that. Most boogeymen that I've heard of preciously like people to know they exist in and out, but you seem, I don't want to say subdued... calculated is a good word I think. And from what I've seen snooping around, you're very effective. These poor fellows didn't know what hit them, me thinks. So, what's the secret, are they food, followers, a power source... lovers? Kidding on that last one. But hey, for godlike beings like yourself, can never be too sure.
The sound of creaking metal can be heard
Capgras:Humour. I seek to laugh- to shriek into joyous cries, and there is nothing funnier than the hilarious irony that everyone is no more powerful than they are in control of their lives and others. I am walking proof that is false. I am the redemption of humanity, born from trauma. I shall be amidst very soon.
Tracy:The redemption of humanity… I’d like to hear more about how you’ll go about that. Are we looking at a total enslavement, or something more sinister? Do your plans stop at Charlotte?
The creaking increases. A slam is heard as Tracy’s body flinches.
Capgras:My plans have never failed yet, and they all have expanded from years ago to years in the future. They are guaranteed to expand with time, inflicting fear and terror in all my prey. Your dreams, your aspiration, your hope- all of which is what I shall feast on, before I allow you to shriek in terror as your body unravels. I shall feast soon, for I am getting…Hungry.
Tracy:L-let’s shift gears for a moment. Young Charlie Cotard, what’s his involvement in all of this?
Capgras:He was my host, my victim for many years. He has had a life filled with despair and trauma, drugs and loss, and with that- I drank, and fueled. I was the furnace and everyone else was the coal- he fed me, without knowing, and I grew. He knew of me, but not of my power- and now, he is free. Our deal makes that stand. You are rather curious, aren’t you? I wonder how your stammery, shaky, shrill little voice would sound with my talons of twisted steel running across every inch of flesh you possess.
Tracy:If it gets to that, my safe word is toucan. But can you blame for the questions? I mean, you live out in the boondocks, and I don’t have a car. Gotta get my time’s worth, ya know? There is a brief pause. So, if Charlie is out, how do you set your plans, is there another host, or do you just get your hands dirty?
Capgras:I no longer need him. I am in thousands of minds scattered across the country, spreading rapidly. I have rewritten the definition and symptoms of Capgras syndrome- I am hidden in the skull of your most loved and trusted. The powerful, the weak- I am in the air you breathe, the bread you split and the wine you drink. Alike God, I have taken my position on the throne of all things. I am everywhere already, and growing in power. God is dead, Capgras is here.
Tracy looks to his side, then immediately looks at the camera, then back at Capgras.
Tracy:Yup yup, new god, reckoning is coming, mental illness inbound. Good talk, make for good story.
Tracy’s hand reaches for the camera, and the playback stops.
[END RECORDING]
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Top Movies 1990s
1990- Pretty Woman -g marshall, j.roberts, r. gere
1991- Robin Hood PT - k reynolds, k.costner, m. mastrant, m. free
1991- Terminator 2 - cameron, e.furlong, schwarz, l.hamilton
1992 - Singles - c.crowe, k.sedgwick, c.scott, b.fonda, m.dillon
1992 - Aladdin - j.musker, r.williams, s.weinger, l.larkin, j.free
1993- Jurassic Park - spielberg, s. neill, l.dern, a.richards, j.gold
1993- Poetic Justice - j.singleton, j.jackson, t.shakur, r.king
1994- Forrest Gump - zemeckis, t. hanks, r.wright, s.field
1997- Titanic - cam, l.dicaprio, k.winslett, b.zane, k.bates
1999- Matrix - wachowski, k.reeves, c.moss, l.fishburne
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I said homoerotic beer buddies I mean homoerotic beer buddies.
Also it felt nice to draw Bayon for a change. I never realized how fun his design is.
#witch au#mal arts#the promised neverland#tpn sonju#tpn bayon#tpn geelan#I’m sure this has been done before#but listen it’s iconic#I’m just imagining Sonju actually running out and saying that to a whole army of witches and it—#oh it’s glorious guys#especially since they could 100% kill him with a snap of their fingers but I feel like they’d all be too startled to do it#and run away screaming boogie man#a witch’s greatest weakness... is a tired dad playing a practical joke
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let’s get this party started
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Summary: A video of you and Sebastian acting chaotic for 7 minutes
Warning: Alcohol, cursing, chaos, just pure chaos
A/n: If yall know what video I’m referring this too just know I LOVE YOU
- Bold: means everything is on camera
- Regular: is off camera
Clip:
It showed Sebastian sitting on the floor with something tapped to his neck. He was about to toss a fruit into the air until he heard your voice in the background.
“Babe did you see my fruit??? I just put it in the fridge a few minutes ago.”
“Ummmmmm No!” proceeds to toss a strawberry in the air but failed to catch it in his mouth. “Fuck”
You walked into the frame as you see him sitting on the floor with fruit scattered around. “HEY THAT'S MY FRUIT ” He quickly scrambled off the floor fleeing from the crime scene. With you chasing him on and off the camera. “COME BACK!!!! FRUIT THIEF!!!!”
As you were scene chasing him down you finally took the rest of the fruit disappearing in the kitchen
Grabbing a book off the shelf you head to the kitchen with your bowl of fruit. Sitting down in the chair with the most sunlight. Before you can even turn the page you hear you boyfriend screaming down the hallway
Clip:
“HUNGRY EYES ONE LOOK AT YOU AND I CAN’T DISGUISE” shouting out from your corner of the room “TURN IT DOWN I'M TRYING TO READ HERE” putting a new york at the end of it.
After a couple of minutes finally there was peace and quiet until you see him marching into the kitchen heading straight towards you. Not wanting to look away from your book you saw from your peripheral he was setting up the phone. For what reason you’ll never know.
Going back to your book you were about to reach the climax of the chapter until Sebastian took it from your hands and started laughing while staring at the page you were on.
Now you knew Sebastian acted weird and goofy when he was around you and that was fine you were weird and goofy too. But to have someone randomly laugh at a random page of a book? Had you concerned. Turning off the phone for now you asked the man in front of you “Babe you okay?” looking up at him as he shut the book closed, placing it in front of you while leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. Right afterwards he walked off screen into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine.
Okay its gonna be one of those days.
You had two options: you can either go back to reading your book or join in on his party. Weighing your options you immediately went with the latter. Running up to him you jumped on his back clinging like a baby koala he instantly knew you were joining his little party as he poured you a glass of wine.
For the readers who picked option one don’t worry I gotchu ;)
Next clip:
You and Sebastian with a wine glass in each hand yes you saw this here folks a wine glass in EACH HAND. Singing the lyrics of Right Back Where We Started From by Maxine Nightingale not minding the little splashes of red wine everywhere. Seb tried to boogie woogie down but then you saw him slip on the spilled wine as you tried to catch him off camera. Just hearing the groans from both of you miraculously no glass was shattered. All you can hear is “you okay doll?”
Stopping the recording you placed the wine glasses on the floor “yeah I’m fine are you?” Crawling over to him to avoid all the wine spillage “just peachy I might have a big bruise on my butt though” Finally reaching him as peered over his face, from each other's perspective you were both upside down. “Well that's good to know cause I don’t have a receipt to return in case you break.” Kissing his lips as you stood up to head to the kitchen “come on we gotta clean up this mess.” Sitting up he was confused by the reference “wait you bought me? Was it overnight shipping or was it one of those ‘I have to wait 3 months’ till it finally ships out” picking up the wine glasses as he headed to the kitchen. “Oh trust me I had to wait more than 3 months cause they said the pre-order wouldn’t be open till next year.” Taking out some rags from the drawer. Looking at her figure from behind always placed a smirk on his face. He walked up behind her whispering in her ear “aren’t you glad you waited for me” placing a longing kiss on her cheek. Rolling her eyes “yeah yeah yeah just be lucky I lost receipt.”
Next clip:
It was just chaotic. All you can see is Sebastian doing some kind of thrust dance move while you were no better right beside him doing the Tina Twerk. Next it showed him crossing and uncrossing his arms with a stank face pointed it directly at you indicating a dance off. He pointed at you instantly and you turned up the heat as you grabbed your right leg and your left hand going behind your head as you jerk your body back and forth.
Let's just say it ended in a draw.
Next clip:
It was just a series of you and Sebastian singing along to a bunch of sad songs talking about how lonely they are even though they have each other. “I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!!!!!!” Seb shouted into the camera pushing him aside as the camera focused on you “I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME!!!!!” Coming back with vengeance he tackled you off the screen as he screamed out “I WANNA FEEL WHAT LOVE IS!!!” hearing a couple of things crash in the background with a string of giggles following afterwards.
You just know your fans would get a kick out of how chaotic their favorite couple is.
For the people who picked option 1: Here yall go :)
Clip:
You were seen trying to concentrate reading your book but Sebastian was right next to you screaming in your ear. “HUNGRY EYES ONE LOOK AT YOU AND I CAN’T DISGUISE!!!” Trying to get in your face so you can drop the book and join him. But you stayed strong grabbing his face as you pushed him away continuing your book. He pouted into the camera “you guys do you see the way she treats me” facing the camera towards you. “Guys tell her to come put the book down and pay attention to me” Next thing you see is a hand being shoved into the camera.
Next Clip:
There you were in the same sitting position with a large sombrero on top of your head, sunglasses on, a party blower in between your lips, and no book to be seen. Then the camera cut to Sebastian standing next to you as he did a series of thrusting dance moves with the song Yeah! By Usher in the background. The camera cut again to Sebastian shouting into the phone “I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE ISSSSSS!!!” in the corner of the frame all you can see is a big piece of paper with big bold letters that say ‘HELP ME’
Your fans knew you guys were just joking around but the next clip was questionable yet hilarious.
Next Clip:
The camera instantly focused on Seb as he laid his head on your lap but what made it questionable was you tied up with the sombrero still on your head. You can see the rope was tied messily like in a rush so it wasn’t uncomfortable. The song playing on repeat in the background “I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVES!!!” turning his head to you as he places both his hands on the side of your face “I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME!!!!” Making you lean down so your lips can touch but with you still tied up and his head in your lap you couldn’t really catch yourself as you started to fall down on top of him. Knocking the phone over to face the ceiling.
“OH MY GOSH DOLL ARE YOU OKAY” off camera you heard Sebastian fussing over to see if you’re alright. “I TOLD YOU THE ROPES WERE TOO MUCH!!!” You can see your arms flailing in the corner of the camera “BUT IT WAS YOUR IDEA!!” The arms seized all together “I- well I-” grabbing the phone to turn it off you saw it was still recording as you pointed to yourself and Seb. “We are fine everybody I hope you enjoyed the chaos!!!” Going over to kiss you on the cheek he waved goodbye to the camera as it turned off.
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My nocturnal serenade [Moondrop x GN! Reader] Part 2.
[English is not my first language, so sorry for any errors. Check the "nocturnal serenade" tag for the other parts of the story]
"Y/n please listen to me! Don't panic!" you were barely listening to what Dylan was saying, too busy running for your survival. In a moment of panic you had thrown yourself into the structure of slides and obstacles, hoping to outrun whatever it was you were running from. After a few seconds you stopped, catching your breath. Your lungs were burning, demanding a break. "Okay Dylan, i think i lost him" you whispered into the small radio, looking around with caution. In response, you received a deep sigh "Y/n, you're making this more complicated than i thought. Look, i know Moondrop can look vaguely creepy when seen in the dark, and goodness don't let me get started about his annoying personality, but he's not going to hurt you...i think" "what do you mean you think?!" you exclaimed, feeling the panic growing more and more. Hardly able to make out anything in the pitch black, with a grimace you forced yourself to turn on the flashlight. Your hand was shaking slightly, and your breath had shortened again from the tension. Silently, you looked around, straining your ear for any possible noise. Strangely enough, you couldn't find him anywhere; was he hiding again? "Come on, where did you go you little sh-" "finish the sentence, i dare you" Your heart had never fly so fast in the center of your throat, as if it was pressing to get out of your mouth and end your horrible suffering. Despite the fact that there was a part of you that was screaming for you to run and not look back, curiosity got the better of you. Slowly, you looked up, following the movement of the flashlight. You noticed the bright red eyes, a rather disturbing detail, but when you illuminated his face? Boy, you had the distinct feeling you'd just wet your pants. There he was, hanging upside down, staring at you, silently. As if that wasn't creepy enough, his head swiveled, regaining its upright position. The sound of spinning gears caused you to get goosebumps. "Knock knock~" despite your sore legs, you resumed running with all your might, ignoring the burning in your muscles. You heard him laughing, a few feet behind you. "Dylan!" you yelled almost at the top of your lungs, no longer caring about trying to appear silent. The animatronic was right behind you, you could hear him. "Yeah? Did you manage to turn on the lights?" unbelievable, your colleague looked perfectly relaxed, as if at that moment you weren't playing cat and mouse with a robot that seemed to have every intention of eating you alive. "Slightly creepy?! This thing looks like something out of a stupid remake of Nightmare before Christmas! Not even the Boogie-man is that scary dude!" "Ok ok look, i understand your panic and fear, but continuing to run away won't do you any good. You want to calm him down? Then make sure you turn on the lights" you were about to ask him how, until suddenly you remembered. The generators. You looked behind you, looking like you'd lost him again. You stopped, taking a deep, trembling breath. You adjusted your hat firmly, despite your fear, a light of determination shone in your eyes. "Alright, let's do this".
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'And that was the third, now only two more to go' as you searched for the generators, you had wondered who was the genius that had come up with the idea of placing electrical machinery in the children's play structure. That place was starting to look weirder and weirder by every minute. You looked up, hearing the faint ringing of bells again. You tried to figure out which direction he was headed. "You sure are a really naughty one, aren't you? Alright, let's raise the difficulty" you barely had time to try to figure out what he meant when you saw him practically running at you at an alarming rate. The fact that he was ducked down, hands ready to grab you, made the scene even more frightening. "Oh hell no!" you yelled, taking off running, awkwardly throwing yourself into the first slide you found. "Stay away from me, you psycho!" Your search continued frantically, you had run down those corridors so many times that your head was beginning to spin, confused by all the colors. The sound of the fourth generator kicking in was a small victory. "Now all that's missing is the last one" you murmured, turning off your flashlight to make yourself invisible. It didn't take you long to find it, for your big relief. You watched with a satisfied smile as the small machine lurked in the corner, finally that torture would be over. Now that you noticed, you hadn't heard a sound from Moondrop. Had he finally given up? You looked around suspiciously, no one seemed to be there. "Looks like i won after all" chuckling with satisfaction, you approached the machine. "Are you sure?" It all happened in a matter of seconds. Your body acted before your mind, moving in a burst of escape, but ending up tripping over something. The flashlight fell from your hand, scattering its light with every movement. You leaned against the wall to stop yourself from falling, cursing under your teeth. Determined not to give up, you tried to start running again. The big hand that crashed against the wall, a few inches away from your face, let you know immediately that the games were over. You stepped back, seeking shelter in the other direction, only to meet the same fate. You were trapped. You swallowed nervously in panic, pressing yourself as hard as you could against the wall, hoping to provide as much distance from him as possible. There he was, looming full height over you, his eyes seeming to look right into your soul. Soon, your legs gave out, causing you to crawl slowly to the ground. He followed your every move, crouching down with you, continuing to loom menacingly. A faint glow from the flashlight slowly illuminated him, showing you the shadow of that disturbing face. You could perfectly hear the smile in his voice "caught you~".
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Halloween Surprise
A Halloween Special;
Michael Myers x Reader Smut
Summary: While your friends are out partying, you spend your Halloween night alone, drinking, binging junk food and watching horror movies. But are you really alone? Judging by the crashes and screams you hear outside, you aren’t.
Mentions of: Knives, Stalking, Violence, Choking, Alcohol, Drinking, Dubcon/Noncon, etc.
A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE Y’ALL I WAS WORKING ALL DAY ON IT LMFAO ENJOYYYY
Word count: 2.5K
Tags: @gloomyladyy @froegis
Shutting the car door, you got to your feet, letting out a soft sigh. The whole neighborhood was flooded with children trick or treating, like it always was on Halloween night. And as usual, you managed to squeeze past the tone of kids and go towards your house, only getting bumped a few times.
That was until some stopped you, standing in your way. It’s a group of three or four kids, all dressed up like pirates, without parents. You recognized the group, seeing them come to and from school together. And man, they are a bunch of little shits.
“Hey, why aren’t you giving out any candy?” One of them whined, the children all now staring at you, eyeing you as if you were some anti-Halloween witch or something.
“Well, I just got home from work and-”
“Sam always gives us candy. Where is he?” And of course, the little brats bring up your ex boyfriend, who’s much better with kids than you are, who you’ve tried to avoid thinking about all day.
You know what? Fuck it. I’ve already had a long enough day as it is. Might as well have fun and scare the shit out of them.
So you bent down to the kid’s level, putting your hands on your knees. “You know what happened to Sam? He was killed.”
“No. You’re lying.” One of them interrupted, making you look over at them. It’s the oldest, it seemed, the leader of the group, judging by how he was acting. All big and bad, like he’s not scared of anything, but you knew how to break him. You stared him down, until he started squirming under your gaze and growing uncomfortable.
“Oh no, I’m not. You know why? Because I’ve seen it. I know he was killed by the boogie man. Every Halloween, he stalks in the shadows and eats people, anyone that’s in his way. And you know what his favorite appetizer is? Ungrateful little brats who have lots of candy. So you better get running, or he might getcha.”
You jumped at the kids at the last second, making them scream, and run off. You smirked to yourself in satisfaction, before turning away and heading into your home.
To be honest, you were impressed with yourself. Most of that story was made up from the top of your head, the other parts taken from bits and pieces of stories that you heard kids telling each other. And it seems that “The Boogie Man” is a big thing around this time of year.
After unlocking the door, you walked inside, putting your jacket on the hook and turning on the lights. It was just another long, boring day you spent working at your dead-end job. Thankfully, it was over, and you can finally relax.
The first thing you did was go to your room and get changed, tugging at the collar of your tight blouse and unbuttoning each button one by one, before wiggling out of your pencil skirt, leaving you in your underwear and pantyhose. You searched your room, trying to find something comfortable to wear, bending over and going through the clothes you had in your dresser.
Suddenly, there was a small crash just outside your window, making you jump. You quickly covered yourself up, grabbing a robe and walking over to the window, opening it. There was nothing there, just one of your plants, once on your terrace, now on the ground, the pot shattered.
“Fucking brats.” You muttered under your breath angrily, before shutting the window and locking it, pulling the blinds down.
Then the phone rang, making you jump yet again. You let out a small sigh, running a hand through your hair, and shaking your head, calming yourself. “C’mon (y/n), get your shit together. It’s nothing, just some kids.”
Grabbing an old shirt, you threw it on, heading downstairs and going to answer the phone. Heading into the kitchen, you pulled it off the hook, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”
“(Y/n), babe, why aren’t you here? We’re all having such a good timeee. It’ssss so funnn.” It’s one of your friends, Sherry who’s currently at a Halloween party and is clearly drunk.
“You’re wasted aren’t you? I’m glad you’re having a good time, but you know I can’t come. I’m just going to stay home and watch some horror movies instead. And hopefully get plastered while doing it.” You told her.
“But that’s so boringgg. C’monnn just grab a costume or something sexy and get over here.” She tried, but you’re still resistant. “I don’t even have anything, just- no, okay? I can’t.”
“There are tons of hot guys here, plenty to help you get over-”
“I have to go. But I’ll talk to you later, bye.” You interrupted her, putting the telephone back on the hook and ending the call. God, why is everyone talking about your ex tonight?
You know exactly why. Today marks the one year anniversary from when he dumped you. At a fucking Halloween party. After the years you spent together, he dumped you at a Halloween party. It was ridiculous.
You two had been Highschool sweethearts, together since junior year. And right after you both graduated, he didn’t want to go to college or anything, no. He wanted to start a life with you. So you bought a house here, in the suburbs of Haddonfield, got a job, and began your new life with him.
But as years passed, you both realized you wanted different things, and that’s when the arguments started. They would happen often, barley ever coming to a resolution, and eventually starying to escalate and escalate. Everything peaked at that one halloween party, and he broke up with you, moving away to a big city to start new again, and leaving you all alone, in the home that was once both of yours, once warm and welcoming now just an empty ghost town.
You would move, but you don’t have enough money saved up. To this day, you still can’t believe you wasted years of your life on this guy. So now, while your friends are all out partying, you’re stuck at home, trying to forget everything.
Walking over to the refrigerator, you grabbed a beer, or three, taking them all over to the couch in your living room, grabbing some candy and the remote. You turned off all the lights, and sat on the couch, flipping through the channels, stopping at one that’s playing the classic horror movies.
A good hour or so passed, and you’re halfway through your fourth beer, (at least you think it’s your fourth, you stopped counting after two) when you are really wasted. The whole world is starting to spin, and you’re growing drowsy. It only took a couple minutes for you to pass out, the soft sound of the movies playing in the background soothing you, as well as the sound of breathing. You’re too drunk to realize it isn’t yours. That you’re not alone.
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You woke to feeling a heavy hand on your shoulder, shaking you like a rag doll. When you finally came to, you noticed the man towering above you in a dark blue jumpsuit, wearing a Halloween mask.
“What the fuck?” You shrieked, jumping. The man didn’t move, didn’t say a word. After a moment, you took a breath, looking at him again.
It’s hard to make out any distinguishable features, due to how dark it is, so you assumed this is some sort of prank or something, considering the teenager living across the street, Ryan, loved pulling shit like this, especially on you. He probably is the one who broke your plant, too, that asshole.
“Ha ha very funny, you got me, you little shit. Now get out.” You said, pushing him. He didn’t respond. Just stood there and stared at you.
Feeling your discomfort begin to grow, you got to your feet, trying to walk past him. “Isn’t it past your bedtime? Go back home, kid.”
Before you can make it past him, he grabs your wrist, pulling you back. “Ryan, this isn’t funny.”
Once again, no response, instead, he only grabbed you harder. That’s when your drunken brain finally reached some sort of clarity, and you realized that this isn’t Ryan. This isn’t the dorky teenage boy who lives across the street, no. This is someone else. Something else.
Just as you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, he let you go, instead grabbing you by your throat with both of his hands, lifting you up in the air. He’s inhumanly strong, strangling you so hard that you feel like your neck is going to snap in half.
You tried fighting him off, kicking and kicking, wanting to scream, but the only thing coming from your lips being gasps and cries for air. Your eyes searched around for something, your arms reaching out, before the tips of your fingers brushed against something smooth. A vase.
Your throat feels like it’s burning as he squeezed it even harder and your lungs feel like they’re about to collapse. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and right as things started to go dark, you managed to grab the vase. Using all your might, you smashed it on his head, making him drop you, stumbling backwards.
You fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, finally being able to breathe again. Getting to your feet, you tried to go for the front door, but the man pulled you back right before you could reach the doorknob.
He held you by your stomach this time while you flailed around, screaming, begging for your life, your voice hoarse from being strangled. “Let me go you fucker- Let me go! Help! Help!”
He put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet while you continued struggling, arching your back and pushing yourself against him in attempts of getting him away. You continued pushing, until you realized you were pushing against something else that was..hard..and you heard his breathing grow even more shaky, turning into grunts and groans.
The brief shock from what just happened made you pause for a moment, but it isn’t long until he’s carrying you over to the kitchen and bending you over the table, pinning your wrists behind your back with one hand. Your face is pushed against the cutting board and suddenly, he slams a butcher knife right next to it, making you flinch.
“No- no- wait-” You tried, he still didn’t listen, instead ripping your pantyhose open, along with your panties.
This has to be a bad dream. You’re too drunk for this. There’s no way that you’re about to get fucked by this man, this monster, whatever he is. It can’t be real.
But the way he painfully plunged two of his thick fingers into your entrance made you realize it unfortunately is. He thrusted his fingers inside, his thumb nudging against your clit and making you moan slightly. You tried fighting him, but that only made his grip on your wrists tighter.
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your moans, trying to stay as stoic as you could be. But despite the pain, he’s starting to make you feel really good, noticing the way you jolt every time he rubs against your clit, doing it faster.
The room is quiet, besides the ragged muffled breathing coming from him and the squelching noises of his fingers thrusting inside your now drenched cunt.
Your legs feel like they’re about to fall asleep, but you can’t deny the shocking pleasure that’s running through your body. You feel so dirty for enjoying this, for letting someone like this do this to you, but you also feel so fucking good.
Your body is trembling at this point, the knot tightening in your stomach, and your opening clenching his fingers. His fingers brush up against your g-spot making you break and moan out. “Oh shit-”
After a couple of moments of helping you through your orgasm, he pulls his fingers out, raising them up in the air and eyeing them seeing how your juices make his fingers glimmer in the moonlight. He stuck his fingers under his mask, and into his mouth, sucking on them, and making your face grow warm in embarrassment.
And then, he’s zipping down his fly and you can feel his length pressing up against you. He feels big, bigger than anything you’ve ever had before.
It isn’t long until he forces his way inside, stretching you painfully and making you moan. He groans in unison with you, thrusting inside your heat, roughly.
“Slow- Ah- Slow down.” You tried to tell him, but that only made him speed up. His free hand held your hips tightly, his other still holding down your wrists.
After a while, you managed to get accustomed to the pain, the pleasure starting to grow instead. His hand moved down to your clit, starting to rub it, while his other moved away from your wrists, moving to your side instead.
His chest pressed up against your back, keeping you from moving. You eyed the knife beside you, noting to take it once he’s done in your head. But you can’t exactly think straight, due to the fogginess from the alcohol and how filled you feel every time he thrusts into you.
You grabbed onto the edge of table tightly, as if you were on for dear life. It honestly felt like it, considering how he’s growing even faster, leaving you a moaning shaking mess. Your legs are shaking even harder, and if it isn’t for him holding you up right now, you’d probably collapse to the floor.
He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back, and making your body off the table, groaning in your ear. His hand then moved down to your throat, squeezing it and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Yeah, just like that.” You managed to get out hoarsely, as he continued rolling his hips, rubbing at your clit. His hands then moved inside your shirt, moving up to your chest and groping your mounds of flesh roughly, slipping his hands under your bra.
You let yourself lean back into him, let yourself indulge in the pleasure for a bit, and imagine that this man wasn’t the man who just tried killing you. That he’s anyone else. Your eyes fluttered, and you felt yourself grow close.
“Fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum-” You bucked your hips against him, letting him continue to use you as you finished. But just as you started to come down from your post orgasmic high, you realized he’s throbbing inside you. “No, no, not inside-”
You pleaded, but it’s too late. He filled you up with his seed, fucking it deep into you, making you cum yet again from all the overstimulation and being filled yet again. He pulled out and stepped away from you, watching as his cum fell out from between your legs, using his fingers to push it back into you, making you jolt yet again.
He released you, watching you fall to the ground, your body growing limp as the exhaustion overcame you. You laid on the kitchen floor, panting softly, your eyelids growing heavy, while he just stood above, watching you.
Little did you know what he actually is. Little did you know of what evil that’s now growing inside of you.
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||The Pastas At The Beach||
this was originally like an entirely different post but ehhh this ways better!
disclaimer Im setting this like, at a beach with a boardwalk and such next too it? Public beach, small time vacationing!
and that they conviently like..pass as human
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Jeff the Killer
Jeff doesn't really do much at the beach
The salt water irritates his skin and he burns easily, doesn't want too deal with it
Spends most of his time asleep
Hogs all the damn towels by sprawling out all over all of them
Gets sand over everything that they brought with them
Forgets how wind works and it gets everywhere
When its time for some of em too go get food, he always fucking goes
Wants too walk around and do something, and maybe not get blamed for all the fucking sand when everyone sits back down
He wears one of those like protective long sleeved shirts? and red swim trunks that are just somewhat obnoxiously bright
While getting the food he has a brilliant idea
Befriends the fucking seagulls
Lures them back too their umbrellas and just vibes with his bird army
atleast he's not alone anymore?
Ben Drowned
first off I know like he doesn't go swimming
but imagine if he did
his fucking goggles get filled up with blood
gets weird ass tan lines from the blood on his face like, when he's not swimming
has too wear the goggles when he puts on sunscreen-
ok ok thats it
fucker wears like mountain dew swim trunks
and those arm floatie things despite not going anywhere near the water
He tries too sit around Jeff but that gets boring fast-
Just walks the fuck off without telling anyone, on a journey for adventure
Will spend literal hours sitting underneath the boardwalk until someone finds him
After that they get him like one of thise beach toy kit things
Sally's nice enough too fill the bucket with water too, so they can make sand castles and stuff
She walks along the shore line with him, gets pretty shells too
Also if Ben were too go in the water
He's a fucking shark magnet with all that blood-
But don't tell him that, he won't come back too the beach
Ticci Toby
Toby is very excited too go to the beach
He didn't get out much as a kid
Siked as hell too get in the water
Drops his stuff off as soon as possible and runs right into the water
And thats when he realizes he can't fucking swim
Awkwardly flaps his arms around until a wave moves him along too back where he can stand
Everyones kinda confused when he comes back like "?? You were so excited, what happened?"
"I can't swim :(("
Cody volunteers to teach him right away, like the great brother he is
The thing is Cody is a horrible fucking teacher
Another few minutes of Toby getting owned by some waves and Cody just screaming stuff like
"Use your arms Toby- no not like that how I showed you- no I'm not going too help how are you supposed to learn-"
That's when Kate drags him back too shore and Doby and Brian teach him instead
In a bit he learns and ends up having a lot of fun
I feel like Toby would really like boogie boarding?
A lot easier then surfing but still a good time
Also they have too tie a red scarf around his arm so they don't loose his ass in a crowd, or in the water
Third Base
so far, Doby's the only one on this list who actually came prepared
I feel like he'd use one of those face lotions that has SPF 30 in it already?
Smart enough so he doesn't have too smear sun screen around his face, can just use the spray stuff and get going
Also has shoes and sunglasses too go with each like swimsuit/outfit he brings
Mans is put together
Really likes collecting shells and stuff
Walks with Sally, shows her how too find them
Wakes up kinda early as it is? So its easy for him too go too the beach early and find the shells before the tide pulls them back out
It's one of his favorite times, actually
The suns just rising, a few shops are opening, only a handful of people are on the beach
Does it everyday as his "alone time" before everyone else wakes up
Spends most of his time with everyone kinda relaxing?
I can see him really liking those beach volleyball games
Or just playing frizbee in the shallow water!
Really, really enjoys making sand castles
Builds a moat and everything so it stays up when the waves start coming closer
X-Virus
Cody, another kid who never got much beach expierence
But acts like he did
Buys one of those waterproof, phone lanyard things
Forgets too fucking close it properly
Doesn't have the first idea of what seagulls are like
"Oh come on buys its fine-" gets fucking owned for his cheesestick
Lowkey scared of them after that
Refuses too eat on the beach after that
Sits with ben under the board walk and curls around his chips
Spends most of his time in the water
Wants too see how far he can go before the lifegaurd calls him back
Finds it funny as shit too just slowly go deeper while grinning at them
Until a wave slaps him in the back of the head
And then he gets scared of the deepwater too
After he looses Swimming Coach privellages gets really fucking salty and sulks on the beach
Kate takes pity on him and walks around the boardwalk with him
But he also didn't know you have too reapply sunscreen after you go swimming
Gets really really bad sunburn
Jeff, Ben and Toby take turns slapping it whenever he gets too cocky
Masky
This is gonna be a Dad Tim one, fight me
Really has no idea what the fuck is going on, but still manages too keep everyone together?
Tells the same story, atleast twice a day, about the killer wave that almost took his shorts off
Gets in fights with seagulls whenever they get realitively close too the group
Also buys one of those crappy beach wagon things too put their stuff in
Buys a mug and cheesy beer koozie
Doesn't enjoy the beach that much but gets excited too go?
Ends up sitting down for most of the time unless he gets dragged on walks
Might just kinda walk until the water is at his knees and just kinda stand there, and nod a little
Giving mother nature his approval
He takes Sally out and holds onto her stomach, lifts her up over the waves whenever they come
Asks her what she can see, before he drops her back down
Tries it with Ben, gets kicked in the gut-
Favorite time is when it's dark and they go
Not for a long time, just a few minutes too walk along the shore before it gets dark
Hoodie
Designated photographer
Is supposed too be taking photos but mostly gets footage of the stupid shit that happens
Like Jeff not being able too figure out the dishwasher or Clockwork wrestling with her dresser where only half the drawers worked
Just kinda sits back and watches things go up in flames
He's the designated like playlist guy too?
On the drive over, whenever he got bored just
"Hey what song should I play?"
And watches chaos ensue
His vacation is watching everyone else have a bad time
Makes up for it though, saves them a shit ton of money by making dinner every night.
I feel like he genuinely enjoys late nights on the beach, like Tim
Gets some beautiful photos of the water, and people taking walks that he's pretty damn proud of
Maybe once or twice he'll join Doby for a walk too get pictures of the rising sun
Likes getting small things from the gift shops
Shark teeth, maybe a cheesy snowglobe
Something silly but nice too remember the trip by
Eyeless Jack
first things first, ya know those double-lens glasses?
Like you flip up the sunglass part and theres normal lenses underneath?
Someone gave him those
But their are crappy eyes painted on the normal lenses
He's very confused but its just ridiculous enough for him too like
The beach isn't his favorite place, I HC him as nocturnal and most things are open during the day
He takes too the rides and crappy carnival games that are open late at night
He can't see everything super well but makes up fun things for himself
Enjoys going on rollercoasters that he has no idea what the hell the drops look like
Fucking hates bumper cars
Can't tell where everyone's coming from or when
More nerve racking then fun
Whenever they go to the beach beach he just kind of chills
Akwardly curls up on a towel because he's big as shit
Where ever they stay he walks around, uses his echo location shit too find out all its quirks
"This walls more hallow then that one- those support beams in the lobby are doing a very shitty job of keep things together"
Loves sitting out on the balcony and just smelling the salt air, listening too people laughing and the ocean waves
Just the small details a lot of people miss
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Stray Kids Reaction To Their S/O Being Shy About Their Singing-Talents
anon asked:
Can you do stray kids reaction to their s/o being a good rapper and singer but they get shy and have low confidence? - 🐻💙
Of course love! I hope you like it x
So sorry for the wait!
While we're here, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the length difference of the individual reactions!
* y/n/n is what i use for your nickname btw
Word Count: 3.5k-ish
Bang Chan
Silence. At least for the most part. You clicking the keyboard of your computer, Chan humming slightly as he clicked around on his own, as well as twisting and turning the dials on his audio mixer, connected to said computer. The sounds had sort of blended into the silence though, so neither of you really noticed it at this point.
A click louder than all of the others soon came from Chan's computer, meaning he was going to connect his progress to the speakers of his studio, so he could fully take in the track he was working on. He had played it what seemed like a million times already, but you didn't mind. You were already so phased out that he could be announcing the break up of Stray Kids', and you honestly wouldn't even catch it.
The familiar beat of their upcoming title track boomed through the speakers, and as if on autopilot, you sang along. You had heard the beginning of that very song so many times now, the lyrics were as good as engraved into the inside of your eyelids.
Once the first verse and chorus were over, the song stopped, as did you. It was when the song didn't play again you finally snapped out of your computer-trance. You shifted your eyes from the screen over to your boyfriend who was sitting on the other side of the room.
"Y/n."
You then realized you had been singing along, and probably not as quiet as you had thought. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. I'll keep quiet." You quickly apologized.
You were hanging out with your boyfriend, yes- but he was still at work, and you'd hate to be the reason for him switching out of his creative-mode.
"No! No, no, don't worry. You're just so good? How come I have never heard you sing before?" Chan grinned as he turned his spinny-chair to face you and fell back into it, looking at you with admiration.
You had been sitting on the floor with your back against the seat of the couch, so the coffee table by the mentioned couch had your laptop at shoulder-height, meaning you had to close the screen of your computer to see your boyfriend. Once you had done so, you moved your hands up to your face, covering your cheeks.
"I don't like the attention. I hate it when people look at me like- exactly like you're doing now, stop!" You giggled when Chan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He decided to mess around with you and started staring you down. You laughed and begged him to stop, but the more you did, the more intensely he stared at you- until he eventually cracked, sending you both into fits of laughter.
Lee Know
"First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil."
The music blared from your headphones straight into your head, being the only thing keeping you motivated as you did some housework. Seeing as you were mopping when the J.Cole song started playing, you figured the handle would prove to be the perfect microphone.
"For real, you the only father that I ever knew." You continued, singing and rapping along while shaking your butt and cleaning the floor. Maybe not the world's most efficient cleaning strategy, but my-oh-my did it get the job done.
Due to the loud volume in your headphones, you didn't hear the front door open and shut, as your boyfriend came home for the day.
Minho didn't even get the chance to put down his bag before his attention was completely wrapped around you having a concert in your living-room. He quickly recognized the song and let his head bob along to the beat, even though he could only hear you rapping, and not the song itself.
He kicked off his shoes and placed his things on the ground before he slowly made his way into the living-room, doing a little boogie as he did so.
It wasn't until you finally turned around almost a minute later you saw your boyfriend joking around, dancing to your rapping. You instantly dropped the mop and let out a little scream as he startled you, covering your face with your hands once you saw it was just him.
"Minho! What are you doing?" You cried out in embarrassement after removing your headphones. Minho couldn't help but chuckle at you before he came closer and gave you a kiss-hello.
"Y/n, I never knew you had such voice-control! You've never rapped in front of me before, why?" He asked when he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist, but his face a few inches away from yours.
"Because you're an actual rapper in an actual band!! That's like showing Michelangelo your drawing!" You argued back, a massive smile on your face. Minho then continued to shower you in compliments, making you hide your blushing face from him by burying it into his chest.
Changbin
The kitchen had all kinds of different smells as you were stirring the pot of soup you had on the stove in front of you. The kitchen-window was open, letting in a fresh spring breeze, and the radio was playing a familiar song.
"Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is La Vie En Rose." You softly sang along, your body swaying back and forth to the tune. You continued to sing along as you used the wooden-spoon to stir around, making sure it didn't burn.
(bro, i think i fucked up my sOUP)
"Hey, Y/n/n." It suddenly came from the doorway to the kitchen, instantly causing you to stop singing and spin around. "Hi, Binnie." You gave him a smile and then turned back around, squeezing your eyes shut, only for a second- as if you were trying to erase the past ten seconds. You hoped the radio was louder than your voice, but that hope soon came crashing down.
"No, why'd you stop?" He asked as he placed a few sheets of paper on the table and continued over to you. You started smiling like an idiot for a second before you raised your hands to cover your face. Chanbin noticed and chuckled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be shy!"
He then spun you around so you were facing him, but your hands still covered your face. This made Changbin just chuckle even more. He tried to jokingly pry your hands from your face, but you just shoved your head into his shoulder so he wouldn't be able to grab you properly. You either couldn't help but chuckle as you messed around, but quickly stopped once you remembered you were cooking.
You turned around to keep stirring your soup, Changbin never let go of you. "But tell me, why have I never heard you sing before when your voice is THAT good?" He asked, but you ignored him.
"For real?" He tried again, but you pretended he didn't say anything.
"Would you like some soup?" You asked him, turning slightly to look at him. He seemed amused, but he just nodded, accepting your choice of lunch.
Hyunjin
Hot water poured down your back, the whole shower smelling like your body wash. You had just gotten back from a run and decided to clean up a bit before Hyunjin came back from work. So after getting out of your leggings and hoodie, you had grabbed your speaker and headed for the washroom.
Knowing Hyunjin wasn't home, you qued the best of the best from your playlist, getting ready to absolutely shred the imaginary rap battles you were about to have. Banger after banger played as you sang into your microphone. Your mic being an empty shampoo bottle you had yet to throw out.
You were mid-shampoo when Streets by Doja Cat played, and you almost slipped and fell while hurriedly reaching for your microphone.
"Damn, papi, you a rare breed, no comparing." You borderline yelled, as if you had just gotten out of a failed relationship where you still loved your partner, when in fact that wasn't your case at all. You were very much in love with your boyfriend, and you were on great terms- but for the sake of your rap battle, you had to get into it.
"When other chickens tryna get in my coop
'Cause you're a one in a million
There ain't no man like you!" Not to toot your own horn or anything, but you could confidently say you absolutely bodied that verse, and you were soon let know you weren't the only one who thought so.
(I don't actually think he is the one to cuss, but this is simply because I cannot think of another way to say it, so for the lack of a better word:)
"Fuck it up, baby!" You heard Hyunjin hype you up on the other side of the bathroom door, making your stomach drop for a second.
"You're not supposed to be home yet." You answered him after turning off the speaker, and the shower. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you, then went to open the door.
"Well, I had to hurry home when I heard the rap God themselves was having a concert in our bathroom." Hyunjin chuckled once you opened the door with almost a shameful face. "Should I talk to JYP about getting you a rap-audition, or..?" He dragged out the last word, kind of he was taunting you, but in the most loving way possible. Feeling your cheeks grow hot, you closed the door back up and locked him out.
"I'm never leaving this bathroom." You announced as you covered your face, even though Hyunjin could no longer see you.
"Y/n/n, I was kidding! You were great though, I might actually talk to JY-" He started again, but you cut him off by groaning, causing the both of you to break out laughing.
Han
Clicking of a pen. Gentle tapping of a foot. Frustrated hair ripping. You had seen these symptoms before- that's right, Jisung was in a slump.
You were at the studio with your boyfriend, and you were both seated in the sitting group, Jisung leaning his elbows on the table, head in his hands, tugging at his hair as if it would activate his creative juices. You had tagged along just to get out of the house, and maybe Jisung needed moral support, and wouldn't you have guessed- that was exactly what he needed.
"You good?" You asked him after he let out the umpteenth sigh in the past hour. He then finally confessed he just couldn't get the ending of the second verse down. "Why don't you sing it, so you can hear what's missing, rather than just reading it?"
He did as you suggested and sang through it. When he came to the part he was talking about, you also heard it. Something about it was just kinda.. off.
You tilted your head to the side as you were thinking of ways to better it, to try and help him. An idea popped into your head, and maybe it could work- after all you were no song writer.
You tried your best to explain to Jisung what it was you were thinking, but about half-way through, you could see he was as lost as that one time Chan and Changbin had accidentally left the two of you behind at IKEA.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I don't fully understand what you mean." He confessed, and you nodded, knowing well that was him being sweet about the fact that you sucked at explaining things. So in the spirit of making it easier for him to understand, you just sang it. You sang through the song and added the part you had tried to explain.
"Did that make more sense?" You asked when you were done, looking from the sheet of paper up at your boyfriend, who was sat there, his lips slightly parted as his jaw hung lose. "Jisung? Babe?" You tried to snap him back to reality as it seemed he had zoned out, but only for a moment.
"Wait, that was so good? Since when were you that good?" Jisung suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, smiling and almost bouncing in his seat. He continued to shower you in compliments, making you feel like a turtle trying to get back into its shell.
"Stop. If you ever mention me singing again, I will throw myself out the window." You said, both humor in your tone, and being dead serious at the same time.
"Okay, dramatic much?" Jisung joked back, making you shove his shoulder as you chuckled alongside him.
Felix
A car zoomed past you as you walked on the pavement on the side of the road, admiring the spring at its full bloom. You were almost a bit disappointed when you reached your home as you wanted to continue to look at the flowers, but that thought soon fell right out of your head. As you walked up the staircase to your apartment, you heard a constant noise grow louder and louder. You were about to turn the key when you realized the noise was more rhythmic than you originally thought, and that the music was coming from inside your apartment.
Curiosity completely consumed your body when you finally opened the door, and was met with a wall of noise. You took a few steps in and shut the door behind you, protecting the outside world from the sight you had in front of you.
Felix was using a hairbrush as he jumped around both on the floor and in the couch, crying out the lyrics to a song you didn't quite recognize. You laughed at your boyfriend as you kicked off your shoes and hung your coat in the closet.
Felix finally spotted you and quickly pulled out his phone that was connected to the speakers, and changed the song. The familiar intro of your favorite song soon played, and it didn't take as much as a second before you were as hyped as Felix were. You began jumping around and dancing with him, matching his energy.
Felix screamed the lyrics into the hairbrush before he swiftly tossed you the brush, letting you pop off as well. You rapped the words perfectly into the brush, standing on the couch as your concert evolved.
The song eventually came to an end, causing the both of you to fall breathlessly to the ground, heaving for air- massive smiles on your faces. The ground was cool against your now sweaty backs. A few seconds passed before Felix spoke.
"I don't think I have ever heard you rap before." He admitted. You kept staring at the ceiling, ignoring the boy at your side for a few seconds before you decided to answer him.
"And you will never hear it again."
Both you and Felix could back the claim that he had never moved as fast as he did when you said that. He had jumped up so he was on his elbows, facing you with wide eyes.
"No!! Please! You were so good!" He cried out, making you laugh at him. You just gave him a wink before you got to your feet and went to get the groceries you had left in the hallway.
Seungmin
"How about we go in there? Maybe I can find you a shirt?" You spoke after pointing to a store.
You were currently out shopping with your boyfriend, Seungmin. He had asked you to get him an outfit, not for any special occasion of anything, just for shits and giggles. It was your favorite type of dates, the ones where you don't really plan anything, you just end up doing fun and silly things.
Seungmin nodded and you soon dragged him into the store. The layout of the shop was like any other, so you soon made your way to the back where the mens clothing was.
As you were casually roaming the racks of clothes, the speakers soon started playing one of your favorite songs, making it impossible for you to not hum along. You kept looking at the different items of clothing on your left, Seungmin behind you, looking through the clothes on your right hand side.
Soon, the song picked up, you quietly jamming along, allowing yourself to softly sing along as there were no other customers near you.
Your hand suddenly slid over a material that caught your attention. It was a green oversized tee, with some colorful and funky letters on the front. You cut yourself off to turn around and show Seungmin the shirt, asking him what he thought about the item.
You held it up, but no reply. "Seungmin?" You tried again. It was odd seeing as he was looking at you with a slight smile, yet he was not replying to your question. You then lowered the shirt and waved your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"You okay?" You asked him once he gently shook his head to re-focus his eyes. He nodded gleefully.
"Sorry, your voice was just so good that I completely forgot where we were." He admitted, giving you a look. You pursed your lips and spun on your heel, so he wouldn't see your burning cheeks.
I.N
Date night! You and boyfriend Jeongin had just been at a local restaurant for a cute night out. Nothing overly fancy, just a chance to enjoy each others company, since you both had been busy lately.
After you had paid your bill, the two of you went for a walk to enjoy the warm, evening air. With nowhere in mind, you just casually wandered down the street, your hands intertwined as you swung them back and forth, pulling and pushing at each other in a joking manner.
"Woah, when did this get here?" Jeongin suddenly asked as you passed a building with a bright neon sign hanging out front. You looked to your side to see what it was he was talking about.
Karaoke, the neon sign read. You turned back to your boyfriend and gave him a smug smile, hoping he was thinking the same as you. He returned the smile and suddenly you were being shown to a private room by the hostess.
The first few songs were just the two of you messing around, screaming ABBA into your respective microphones. At one point while picking the next song, Jeongin saw a song he really wanted to do, but as you didn't know the lyrics, you decided to sit this one out.
He belted his heart out to the tune you found unfamiliar, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Jeongin was after all a singer in a world-renowned band- boy had talent.
The song came to an end, resulting in you giving him a standing ovation as he playfully bowed repeatedly.
"I'm your biggest fan!" You raised your hands to your mouth and pretended to be yelling it at the 'stage', like he just held a concert for thousands. You both laughed at yourselves before Jeongin announced it would be his turn to sit one out. You took that as you cue to get up from the couch and pick a song.
You were no singer, never was- never will be, at least not in public. So when you had to pick a song, you didn't care if it didn't 'fit your range', or 'suit your voice'. You picked a song you liked and ran with it.
The melody started, and you raised your mic to your lips, singing the words that were showing on the large screen in front of you. You found it wasn't as fun to sing without your boyfriend, but got through the song anyways.
As most things do, the song came to and end. You placed the mic on the table and turned around to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Mid turn, you saw your boyfriend like you never had before. His eyes were wide and his jaw was lose.
"What?" You asked him, uncapping the water bottle and taking a swig.
"Where did that come from?" He asked, eyes still wide as dinner-plates. You raised your eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if you were asking him to elaborate. "You're an amazing singer! How have I never heard that before?"
You felt your cheeks grow hot, and your eyes instantly found the ground, suddenly too shy to look at Jeongin. He chuckled at your reaction, and leaned forward so he could reach your hand from where he was sitting. He then pulled you back so you fell to the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, your shoulders up to your ears by now.
"We have to do this more often so I can hear you sing more!" He stated as he poked your arm, trying to get you to be less shy- and somehow it worked.
Hope you liked it! Feel free to request again!
-bentley
#kpop#kpop scenarios#kpop reactions#kpop one shot#kpop requests#kpop drabble#stray kids#stray kids scenarios#stray kids reactions#stray kids one shots#stray kids requests#stray kids drabbles#bang chan#changbin#lee know#hyunjin#felix#han#seungmin#i.n
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StarscreamxReader-Sweet Dreams are made of Screams Ch.1
First ever lemon. Please give your input. Reposting from my Ao3.
You haven’t been able to sleep properly for weeks now. And frankly, you’re wondering if you ever will again in your lifetime.
Yet what caused you to have such a problem with something that once came to you so easily? Ok, maybe not easily. No, scratch that. It was never easy. You had to take some sleeping pills every night to even get a few hours in. Still, how did it happen?
Well, the trouble had started back not long ago. In fact, from what you could recall, it hadn’t even been a full month before your ‘problem’ started. See, you were a fairly average individual. You had your quirks, your habits, the little things that make each person an individual. One particular interest you had though was quite specific, and even more, came from a decade long before you were born.
Transformers.
Oh yes, your beginnings were humble when you first started with the franchise, and you looked with wide, awe-filled eyes. Your starting place was where you first discovered it, the one show that will remain in your heart forever. From that, you got into the characters, the story, the lore of what started as a toyline for young boys (though it was clear now that both sexes had a love for it), all of it. And from there, you went on to past and future generations from your starting point, and now, you were a certified Transformers fan! Hell, one of your favorite sites ever is TFWiki.
With this entrance into the fandom, you took to devouring everything that you could: the cartoons and animes, the books, the movies, fanfiction, fanart, fan comics, doujinshi, anything and everything that you could get your hands on, you did. And not long after, you began contributing yourself, drawing, writing, whatever you could to make your stand and have your place in the community. At first, it worked well enough, you weren’t exactly prolific, yet you were doing well enough. You managed to get a few requests for certain things to be drawn/written, believe it or not, but still, you weren’t overly big.
And then came your discovery of the Reader genre.
What is the Reader genre? Why, as far as you were concerned, only one of the greatest genres ever to be conceived! Well, to be more accurate, the form of writing wasn’t anything new, remembering the ‘Choose Your Adventure’ books. It seemed said genre now spread everywhere, you being very aware of the numerous games and dating sims that ranged from well done and engaging to outright ridiculous and stupid (but those were fun in their unique way). And since you didn’t have any knowledge or time to do that, you settled for writing them yourself. Your first piece was a simple Optimus x Reader with the standard plot and standard outcome, which was a declaration of love and a resulting kiss with the Autobot Leader. You were NOT expecting the overflow of response that it had gotten. You were quite shocked, but at the same time, overjoyed. Soon, you decided to try your luck with another one, this one being of Bumblebee, the scenario being mostly the same, albeit with a bit more cutesy fluff, as in your mind, Bumblebee was always the little guy. This one was just as successful, and you beamed, having finally found your calling.
Since then, you were getting requests left and right for more and more choices, all spanning different universes. From the animated cartoons to the comics, different universes, everything that spanned from the most well-known incarnations to the more obscure. It was through these that you managed to get even more into the Transformers multiverse as a whole and even discovered some truly overlooked gems. You opened yourself up to the people and declared that you would write whatever they requested, but you had some taboos that you wouldn’t touch. But any scenario, character, and universe, all of that was fair game.
You had originally begun working on more mundane, typical stories with expected outcomes (but sweet ones nonetheless), yet over time, the requests and your imagination began getting more creative and crazy. Soon, you were delving into several different areas that you had never touched. Elves, goblins, mermaids, vampires, forbidden love, love triangles, all of these were laid at your feet. And while it took a bit to find your rhythm, all of this having come on you so fast, you eventually got it and soon, you had a wide collection of X Reader stories, ranging from G1 to Prime and IDW’s run.
You mainly did Autobots, for you had to admit that writing for them, while they were still complex characters, came somewhat easier for you. True, each of them had their faults and quirks (both from canon and headcanons people had come up with), yet they were still the good guys, and even those with more questionable morality still came out as heroes in the end. But then one day came where you were asked to write about a Decepticon. This threw you for a loop, as, while the thought had intrigued you, you had been writing for good guys for some time, so a total shift in direction was somewhat off-putting and scary. Possibilities of it being too saccharine or sweet, or getting the characters wrong or out of character scared you a bit, yet still, you wanted to test the waters and see if you could do it. And if you could, this would open up so much more for you.
And judging from the input, you had just struck gold yet again.
Soon, not only were you flooded with requests for Autobots, but now their foes were also available, and, as you found out, people had just as much an attraction for the darkness as they did for the light. Again, the same scenarios were implemented, yet now, they had something of a darker edge to them, which allowed you to explore some subjects you couldn’t touch with the Autobots without toning it back somewhat. In a way, the Decepticons provided you with more freedom. Ironic, seeing as Megatron’s motto was “Peace through Tyranny.”
That said, you went through the list of available characters throughout the generations, and so far, those had been garnering quite a following as well, your Autobot and Decepticon stories neck and neck in popularity. Everything seemed to be going well for you.
Then that one question came.
‘Hey, where’s Starscream?’
Then another.
‘Could you write one about Starscream?’’
Then another.
‘Hey, hate to bother you, yet I think that Starscream could use some love here.’
More and more questions and requests for the particular Decepticon filled your messages, and frankly, you were at a loss on what to do. Truth be told, you and Starscream had something of a complicated history. When you had gotten into Transformers, you had heard of the character, yet at first, you never saw why he had gained such a large fanbase. True, he wasn’t a bad character, yet he wasn’t your favorite. But over time, as you wrote more and more for the Decepticons, as well as read X Reader stories from other people, you slowly began to, as one would say, gain an interest in the winged robot. And soon, you found yourself enamored by the smug jerk as well.
But this only made you reluctant to write for him.
True, when you started writing for the Decepticons, you were allowed to experiment with some more intimate and extreme situations, yet with Starscream...it was different. It was hard to explain, yet whenever you got a request to write for him, your brain seemed to seize up. Thoughts came to your head that you had tried to banish, thoughts that came every time you saw the Seeker’s name. You had no idea what was going on or why this was so difficult, yet it seemed the Silver Snake had taken to making your fingers not touch the keyboard.
You had no idea at all. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
And since you had gotten the slew of requests, your sleep problems began. The moment you shut your eyes, the scenario began all over again.
…
You needed no introduction to where you were or what you were seeing, it all quite familiar to you now. Around you were towering walls of a silvery mauve color, the only available light from above sparse and leaving several areas coated in darkness. This place was all too familiar, for you had seen it many times in your watching and reading of Transformers.
You were in Decepticon headquarters.
Your dreams had been filled with the base of the enemy faction of the Autobots, and at first, it had shocked you as to why you were here at all. But over time, night after night, you came here, and soon, you grew accustomed to the sight of it. You took on the form of your Transformers persona/OC or remained in your regular, human form, whatever pleased you as if you had some control over this environment. Yet as you grew more familiar (you were never sure if you’d be comfortable), you began to explore the place, finding that, to your surprise, there was no one here. No signs of any sort of life aboard the ship, and while it took a good while, you traveled everywhere you could think of, and still, nothing. No Megatron, no other Decepticons, no one but you had been aboard.
At least, that was what you believed when you first had this dream. Then, you heard it. The voice. His voice.
“Oooh, I’m the Boogie Man,”
Singing, serenading, just loud enough for you to hear, yet low enough for you to know it was far away. It always started this way.
“The terrible, horrible Boogie Man,”
Your ears/audio receptors registered the voice as it echoed throughout the ship. When the dreams had begun, you knew immediately who was singing, and then you were more surprised at how it sounded. Sure, it had its infamous high pitch, yet it wasn’t bad to listen to. Daresay, it was rather enjoyable in its own way.
“I come in the middle of the night and frighten bad little girls like you.”
The first few times you had this dream, it would almost always startle you, yet it led you to look down the other balls and corridors of the ship. The results were always the same though: no one was aboard. No one but you...and him.
“Beware, better have a care,”
The song changed each and every time you entered the dream, tonight being a track you heard on a video game you played not too long ago (Bioshock 2 you believed). Yet the songs always had the same effect on you.
“I’m going to follow you everywhere.”
Despite your trepidation, you wanted...needed to follow it.
“I crawl through the ceiling and the wall and call on bad little girls like you.”
Walking, then running, you traversed the winding path before you, taking several left and right turns, having no sense of direction but that voice. A voice that, despite its infamous sound, held power to it, a siren’s song in a way. Ironic, you thought. Still, you followed, for you had reached your limit. You knew what would happen if you didn’t find him.
“I’ll torture you and hunt you,”
And never leave.
I’ve got you where I want you,”
And never let you escape this dream.
“A victim of my dark and dirty plot.”
And he knew it too. He knew he had power over you. And you hated it.
“And at the slightest whim, I’ll tear you limb from limb,”
Or…
“In other words, I’ll put you on the spot.”
Did you?
“Oooh, I’m the Boogie Man,”
You were close. So dangerously close.
“The terrible, horrible Boogie Man.”
Just a turn around the corner.
“I come in the middle of the night and frighten…”
He paused, you stopping in your tracks at what you saw. There he was. Situated behind violet bars of energy in a cell, the Decepticon stood there with his arms folded and looking upon you with satisfied, hungry red eyes.
“...bad little girls like you.”
It was him.
Starscream.
Your favorite incarnation of Starscream, those ruby orbs boring into your own eyes/optics. You stepped back from the cell, eyes/optics wide at what was before you. Sure, if you were to go by dream logic, some part of you always knew that it was ‘him’ that awaited you at the end of this journey, but still, to actually see him, standing there so casually when it looked like he was locked up, it chilled you. As if he had absolutely nothing to worry about.
“My, my, so you finally found me,” he said, his voice perfectly matching the incarnation that stood before you. “Or rather, I found you. Whichever way it goes, it doesn’t matter,” he smirked. “For I already know the outcome.”
You blinked a few times, still trying to see if who was before you had truly been there. “St…” you began nervously. “Starscream?”
The Decepticon chuckled and stepped out of the shadows, allowing you to fully see him. “In the mesh,” he said. “And I see that introductions won’t need to be made either, will they, Y/N?” your eyes/optics went wide. “That’s right, pet, I know everything. This IS your mind after all.”
“Wh-What?” you stammered. “I don’t understand.”
Starscream’s grin only grew wider. “You will soon. You will understand EVERYTHING.”
Just what was he talking about? From the looks of it, he seemed to be enjoying your tension and trepidation, very amused. Your mind went into fan mode, recalling every fact you had known of Starscream and his various incarnations, which then led to you going on the defensive. “You…” albeit, it took you a try or two. “You’re the one that’s been doing this to me. Giving me these...these weird dreams.” the Decepticon didn’t answer, yet it was clear that he already knew that the secret was out (even if it wasn’t much of one). “You’re also the one that’s not letting me have one decent night’s sleep without being trapped here!”
“Or me serenading you?” he added in. “How do you like it? I don’t do it often, yet if I wish, I can stretch out my vocal components if I want.”
Your cheeks grew hot. Damn, this bastard was already making you too wound up, and you had only gotten a few words in! “Well...I’m here now,” you said, trying to sound confident, and, ironically enough, trying to channel Megatron’s dominating aura. “So, what do you want?”
This didn’t phase him in the slightest. Despite him being the one locked up, you were the one who felt like his prisoner. “I think you already know that dear Y/N,” he said. “But to put it simply, I’m feeling left out.”
You were confused. “Left out?” You asked. “Left out of…” you paused. Indeed, you knew well what he was talking about. “My...my reader inserts.”
Starscream nodded. “Quite an extensive library you’ve built up over time.” He told you. “Though your choices could be much better.” he scoffed. “Of course goody-good Prime would be on the list, along with the rest of the Auto-dolts.” Then he grimaced. “Yet there are those that actually want to FRAG Megatron? Ugh! No taste at all!” He then looked back at you. “You’ve written for everyone, from either faction, of every series,” he then pouted. “But none for me. Truly, Y/N, I’m hurt.”
You felt quite awkward. True, while you were known online for your stories, it was your username and persona they were seeing. They weren’t someone that was right around the corner that could walk in and see you writing these things. While you loved doing it, the thought of your family or friends discovering you wrote in this genre was a thought you dared not entertain, as you swore that you’d die from embarrassment. Thus, you were very careful whenever you did it, your room completely locked tight so you could focus without fear of someone barging in. The only times you left during your writing periods were for bathroom breaks and/or to eat/drink something. It was a big secret...and thinking about it now, it was a secret no more to the most infamous backstabber in all of Transformers. You had been found out.
“Well...so what? Are you going to keep haunting me until I do?” you asked. “You can’t do that!”
Starscream didn’t seem phased by this at all. That damned smirk of his both frustrated and made you excited, a combination that left you very unsure. “Can’t I?” he asked.
You didn’t like his tone. “What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s consider for a moment, Y/N,” he said. “You believe that I’m merely a figment of your imagination, yes? A stubborn thought that is lodged in your subconscious. Am I right?” you shifted a bit, knowing well what he was saying would lead to something else. Something that probably would flip everything on its head. “Well...who’s to say that I am?”
“I...I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t. But what I say might just jog your memory.” he then went on. “In your last X Reader, you spoke of multiple versions of the characters, such as Prime and...yes, even Megatron,” Starscream scoffed. “And how it would’ve been peculiar if they met. Then, one of your readers linked you to a page on the TFWiki.” Starscream then chuckled. “Quite an array of knowledge, I must say. Especially for a primitive species such as yourselves. Anyway, said page spoke of what is labeled as the Transformers Multiverse, which, if I may say, is an excuse for you all to toy with and shape us into what YOU want. But back on track, you did a small amount of research on that, then went on about your business.”
“...and what does this have to do with why you’re here?”
Starscream smirked. “Then, after some time, you went and read the entries of me from various series and incarnations. To get a better feel for what you were thinking of writing. What you wanted to write. Only, you never did.” You were about to speak again, but the seeker spoke again before you could. “There was one detail from my earliest incarnation that spoke of a ‘ghost’, an immortal spark that couldn’t be snuffed out. One that could travel through space and time.” He drew closer to the bars. “And then discovered a way to travel through dimensions. Wherein, I found out all about how so many humans have seen my reality behind a television screen.”
What was he talking about? What did any of what he said mean? It was then that it all clicked for you. Sparks were essentially the ‘soul’ of a Transformer, which Starscream’s was indestructible. You read that he made an appearance in Beast Wars, and had made cameos elsewhere. What was before you right now...mere feet away…” Are you.. “ you stammered. “Are you really…”
The Decepticon nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am, Y/N.”
You were left speechless. No. No, this...this was impossible. It...it couldn’t be him! It couldn’t be the REAL Starscream! He was a cartoon, no, a toy! A damn toy! A toy from the eighties that were made to be marketable to young boys (and the girls that were secretly into it) among several other toys that were made be marketable to young boys (and again, the girls that were secretly into it)! There was NO way he was in your mind right now! He wasn’t real! He wasn’t real! He wasn’t-
“You step out into the chilled air, wrapping your arms around yourself as you do.” the Decepticon suddenly began. “He’s there to pick you up. He’s there to pick you up. You’re both terrified and exhilarated, eager to start the night, but also to make it fly by just enough so nothing embarrassing would happen between the two of you.” your jaw dropped when you heard him say that. How did he- “Know that you recently read over your very first entry? The one that started it all?” he then ‘rolled’ his eyes. “The one that clearly displayed that you had little taste at first?”
Of course, you did! That was from your very first X Reader story! It told of Optimus Prime and you, a human, in a relationship. Odd start, you knew, especially given that Transformer x Human relations was sort of controversial, yet overall, it wasn’t a bad one. Still, the fact he knew that…” No.” you said aloud. “It can’t be.”
He smiled. “I am.”
You stepped back until you hit a wall. “S-Starscream.” you stuttered. “You’re him. You’re the...the real one.” he was quite satisfied with your reaction, you clearly flustered yet cautious at the same time. The sensation drove you mad. But then you remember, this was just a dream! You were just making up all this stuff! You were relieved by this revelation...yet at the same time, you were...curious. Just where would this go if you continued? “Well...well, what are you doing here? What do you want?”
“Exactly as I said before, I feel left out,” Starscream told you. “And considering my popularity in this universe, I’d think me being here should tell you something.”
You knew what he wanted. “You want me to write about you.” it was obvious. “I-I know. I mean, I’ve been wanting to. Really, I have. But...but I...I just…” you sighed. If you knew Starscream (and you had at least a decent enough faith you did), you knew that this could potentially earn you his anger. Yet, to your surprise, he didn’t try to order you around. Instead, he seemed like he already knew you were going to say that.
“You can’t,” he said for you. “Understand, I’m the one in YOUR mind. Thus, you could say, I know everything about you. A perk of being something that, in this universe, started out as a drawing on a piece of paper.” you were confused, this seemed to humor Starscream even more. “Oh, come now. Surely you know that concept art exists, right?”
All of this was so insane for you, yet it was then that you felt the urge to speak up and say something for yourself for once. “Well, if you’re here from the...well, YOUR universe, what are you doing here in the first place?”
“Why, this is one of the few places I win!” Starscream exclaimed. “Of course, when I first came here, I was quite perplexed about how I and many others were known as products from a company called ‘Hasbro’. But overtime, I discovered your version of the internet, and, well, as you flesh bags say, the rest is history.” he then continued, not giving you a chance to speak. “And bring that I am an idea in this universe, I can go freely as I wish, peering into minds,” his red eyes looked upon you. “Become one’s permanent muse or vice versa.”
God, you felt weird. You felt so confused and conflicted. You wanted to sink into the wall to get away, but you also wanted to know more about this. You had to know more. You needed to know more. “So…?”
“So, I’ve come to you, as you’re truly in need of some inspiration,” Starscream said. “As well as some changes in your thinking.”
“Like what? Worshiping the ground you walk on?” you ask, feeling a little bolder.
“Oh, you already do.” he said. “If you didn’t desire me, I wouldn’t be here.” he grinned at your shocked expression. “That’s right, Y/N, I know what truly holds you back from writing about me. Your fears, your anxieties, your loves and lusts.” you had no words. “You fear that you may get me wrong if you will. That I won’t be in character. Or you fear that you won’t be able to satisfy the wants of your readers, as I AM so highly anticipated. Or…” he leaned closer to the bars, the only barrier separating you two. “You fear exploring those more intimate pleasures with me. You’re intimidated and unsure. After all, writing for Autobots is easy, yet us Decepticons are more difficult. But it HAS awakened things in you that you wish to explore on either side. Things that you are dying to let out.”
You had no words, he was completely right. Damn him! The smug bastard knew he had you in the palm of his hand...and yet also probably knew that’s what made you so hot and bothered right now! “So...what? Are you here to force me to write those things with you in them?”
“Dear Y/N, I can’t technically make you do anything,” Starscream told you. “Oh yes, I can stay and torment you night after night until either I pass onto another universe or I grow bored of you, but my reason being here is for both our benefits.”
“How?”
“It’s quite simple,” he said. “We shall go through those scenarios in your head.” his ruby red optics bore into yours/your eyes. “Together.” he then reached out from in between the bars and traced a digit around your jawline. “Believe it or not, I want to help you, Y/N.” his voice was smooth and sultry, something you never expected from a voice like his. “But only you can allow me to do so.” he then stepped back from the bars. “This prison of mine is something you’ve constructed from your fears and insecurities. Allow yourself to embrace what you fear…” he then extended his hand again, yet stepped back as well, sinking into the darkness. “Only then, will you truly be free.”
You were at a standstill. You knew what he wanted, and, to your horror, you were wanting to give it to him. Deny it all you want, this was something that had been in your mind ever since you got the first request for the Seeker. You approached the bars, trying to get some sign that he was still there. Surely he hadn’t left you, had he? No, he hadn’t. He was still there, you could feel him. Watching, waiting, and perhaps, knowing what you would do before you did.
Yet would you do it? Would you bite into that forbidden fruit?
Some while after pondering this question, you looked at the cell, the energy bars vanishing. Why fight it when you could already taste the sweet tartness of said fruit in the back of your throat?
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Like A Good Neighbor (sfw safe vore)
[M/nb vore with fearplay. safe soft oral non-sexual]
A tale of the Mystic Woods! Featuring Yonah HaEsh and Myran the Dwarf Witch and many other fun characters!
A story of bad first impressions and making new friends! Lots of GT, and a cute little adventure at a magical farmer’s market!
Warning: Careful there are references to Fa.tal! An example would be “ogres are far more likely to eat smallfolk than giants!” (implying that said actions are deadly). That is the extent of such references!
Other warning: mild harm during the immediate post-vore scene. Yonah just goes a little too far in scaring Myran.
——/——////——
“Did you hear?”
“Have you been told?”
“A new resident!”
“I haven’t checked it out myself! But Ms Zukkar told me-”
“A wizard!”
“Didn’t there used to be an old sorcerer there?”
“-new guy’s a witch!”
“So, hear about that new giant!”
“A giant wouldn’t fit in that tower! And wizards is all human!”
“A criminal, on the run they say”
“Maybe a magician? They like towers sometimes!”
“His Majesty wouldn’t hire a criminal!”
“-supposed to be evil?”
There were so many rumors being flung around that the dwarf witch Myran Gamadin decided to see for themselves and set out to investigate. Undoubtedly there was a new resident. The story was that he was a Mage, and a criminal, but also just expelled from The Academy of Wizardry. And a giant? That was strange, the old tower was much too small for a giant! Even if it was magic it was only 10ft taller than your average giant in the first place. However… they did hear about the trial of a giant recently… stuff that happened in the civilized court didn’t really concern those in the Woods.
“Why would you go to see a villain? You’re not evil!”
The World’s Largest™ Maine Coon cat trotted alongside the handsome young dwarf, looking more like an oddly fluffy pony than a cat.
“It’s important to know your neighbors! Even the evil ones!”
Siv flicked his tail up into his witch’s face.
“And he’s got to be just a young man! So young and the expectations on evil mages is so high! He will appreciate a friendly face!” Myran had done the math. If this Mage hadn’t even graduated from The Academy, he was at most 23. Unless he started his education late. But they doubted this.
“Why are we walking! You have your broom!” the cat complained.
“That’s for the tower, Siv. It’s one of those designed by assholes who think it’s clever to have the only entrance be the window at the top.”
“Hrfff,” said Siv.
“Do you think he will appreciate the house-warming gift? I didn’t really spend much time on it…”
“Fresh fish would be better.”
“Maybe if he were a cat. This is for a Mage.”
“Clippings of magical plants? Maybe for another witch. This is someone who was studying Wizardry.”
“Wizards use magical plants too!”
“Yeah, they buy them from witches!”
As the pair stepped out of the trees, they froze.
“I think he’ll like the gift,” Siv admitted as he And Myran stood in awe at the largest magical garden either of them had ever seen.
It wasn’t even finished yet! Plots of earth were freshly turned, and piles of wood, half built into beds that lay in patterns across the clearing. And massively spread apart. At least 3 meters between plots. And the finished ones. Well. They already had some amazing specimens. Even if they were just sprouting. Myran noticed the Twisted WyrmFern and harpy’s breath; delicate, but common magical plants that were being used to test out the soil. It was working great.
The garden did make Myran worry a bit.
Maybe this wasn’t a wizard at all! It could be a witch. And he could be very evil indeed. Even evil witches treated their gardens with the utmost care and attention.
But they had come this far. And the tower that looked over the garden was calling to them. Well. Not really. The green-black thorny vines screamed “STAY AWAY!” But when one had a flying broomstick, one didn’t need to heed such warnings.
Flipping their broom around like a baton, they sat side saddle and Siv hopped on the end, somehow managing to balance his prodigious fluff. They took off. And flew into the window.
“WOAAAHHH!”
It was like hitting an unexpected and large wave on a boogie board, but a magical one that flowed through the body! And Myran had never been to the ocean, so it made their brain swim.
The room, which from the outside looked normal, was anything but. The rumors of this being a giant were not just rumors.
This place was HUGE!
And yet, it was much too small.
Growing up, Myran had visited some giant villages with their family. They hadn’t been THAT much smaller then, but the houses and items in the village were definitely much larger. While giant mages certainly existed, they had their own traditions and made their own supplies.
This looked exactly like the workshop for a young wizard, with additions for the wizard being a giant. It was wild to see some of the common arcane tools at such an immense scale.
Flying over, Myran saw that the resident Mage had an ancient book under a magnifying glass, and had been translating it, with notes and commentary. Spell equations and diagrams were additionally copied in a dedicated smaller notebook.
While it was surely a fascinating read, they could tell at a glance the notes were somewhere in the middle of an involved spell, and they didn’t want to be the reason the Mage lost his place. The workbench had plenty of other diverting materials.
Siv had no interest in such things and curled up against the base of the magnifying glass. The sun hit the metal through the window, making it quite warm.
Myran put their broom down and explored the desk. There were several magical tombs! Rare ones! They flipped through and saw fresh handwritten notes tucked inside. Smart, this mage did not want to tarnish the original pages. There was also an open notebook and a few spell components laid out.
They stepped carefully back onto the notebook to get a better idea of what this wizard was up to. The notebook was written in giant, which Myran wasn’t fluent in but got the gist of. So this was indeed a giant wizard. Fascinating.
That’s what they were thinking until...
FEE FI FO FUM!
Myran nearly jumped out of their boots.
No longer fascinating. Very bad. Very dangerous! They’d heard stories that quoted these lines, classic, even amusing. However, hearing them bellowed by an actual giant nearly stopped their heart. These words were so loud and so immediately panic-inducing, especially when accompanied by thundering footsteps.
I SMELL THE BLOOD OF THE-
There was a pause and maybe a stutter
DWARVEN KIND!
The trap door off center in the room burst open and a giant with a mane of black hair, a trimmed goatee, and a wizard’s hat, climbed out. He was smiling, snarling, showing off impressive fangs.
USELESS TO FLEE, USELESS TO FIGHT, FOR YOU WILL BE MY MEAL TONIGHT!
Eat them!? Oh No. Myran scrambled to their feet as the giant advanced.
Siv had gone catatonic, or nearly, and fled behind the mirror. But Myran just stood there. The next thing they knew, they were in the giant's fist… AND THEN IN ITS MOUTH! There was a brief moment where they thought the giant was going to bite them in half… but no. Worse than that, the giant fulfilled his promise to make a meal of Myran by swallowing them whole.
Never had Myran imagined themselves in this predicament. Witches, as far as they knew, were not prone to being eaten by giants! Giants ate thieves, slayers, adventurers! Though... giants were known to occasionally eat random people that happened to be rude to them as they went about their business.
Myran had not been rude! They just hadn’t had a chance to be polite! This giant had no business eating them.
Not that any of this was actually going through Myran’s mind. Oh no. Myran’s thoughts were preoccupied with panicking about their impending doom!
First, they tried to stop the giant from swallowing. But the teeth threatened to crunch their limbs if they dared to try and find purchase! So, failing that, they tried to slow their progress down his esophagus.
The problem was the walls were too damn slippery! They knew that their slow progress was merely due to the tight fit, as they couldn’t stretch out. The flesh was too tough.
Right before they started to worry about suffocating, they were deposited into a large chamber, sliding into a puddle of nasty smelling fluid. They took a regretful breath of the rancid air.
Yonah sighed as the dwarf left his throat and settled into his stomach. Small yet still filling.
He patted his stomach lightly. “A bit disappointing. Dwarves don’t taste nearly as good as most other smallfolk, but I’m not complaining.” His prey thrashed and yelled but didn’t seem to be coherent.
YEOWCH!
Something bit his hand and he waved it violently. Whatever it was released and smacked into the wall that the desk was up against, crumpled into a motionless pile. Curious and momentarily forgetting his snack, Yonah investigated.
A cat!? And still alive but unconscious. Why had a cat attacked him? Then he saw the abandoned broom next to his notebook. And his stomach twisted.
“You’re— not a thief!” Technically, he could eat anyone he wanted, he wasn’t restricted to adventurers. He was still figuring out what kind of villain he wanted to be. Such self exploration would take time, time the person he ate didn’t have.
“I’m a witch!” He heard them squeak.
“A witch? Invading the lair of a wizard? Are you stupid!” He poked at them. They didn’t like that.
“Let me out!!”
So Yonah spat them up, sooner than he would have liked to, and leaned over them with a frown and glowing eyes.
The moment the witch hit the desk, the cat woke up and was between him and the witch as it hissed.
The witch was shaking and coughing, glancing at him with wide fearful eyes.
“If you’re a witch then what the fuck were you doing in my tower?” Yonah demanded.
The witch was still in shock but recovered enough to speak. “I’m… Myran! I wanted to introduce myself!”
“A likely story! Why would anyone want to introduce themselves to me?” Yonah wasn’t really in the mood for conversation, but figured he could use the practice at evil banter.
“You’re… new to the forest” they coughed.
“What’s it to you?”
“I’m your neighbor!” they said,
Yonah narrowed his eyes, “The forest is constantly moving, no such thing as neighbors.”
“I figured I’d try to be friendly!” they continued as if he hadn’t replied. “Everyone was talking about the new mage in the tower, but no one had any definitive stories.”
Another mistake. The giant snarled.
“You are a fool then! I don’t want any friends!” He hesitated briefly as he said it, not sure of the truth, but recovered fast. “But I don’t want you spreading rumors about my mercy either…” he picked them back up. Gripping them hard and getting their right arm between his teeth. He didn’t bite their arm off, but broke the skin with a fang and pinched their hand. They yelled.
“Stop! Stop! I won’t tell! I won’t tell!”
He dropped them and they sat, crying, holding their bleeding arm and hand which was turning a plum purple.
“Good,” he hissed steam in their face, scalding the skin red as his eyes glowed bright orange. “Now get the fuck out before I eat you for real!” He flicked the broom at them. “And if you ever show your face around here again, I will.”
Finally, they listened to him. They got onto the broom along with their cat and with a burst of magic kicked into the air and fled out the window. Yonah watched until they disappeared, then sat down. His hair hadn’t been smoking before but it was now. Additionally, his eyes still glowed.
His first visitor in months wasn't an adventurer and he’d eaten them without a second thought! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Maybe this was his destiny. For years he’d trained himself to be restrained. Keep his anger in check, Keep his half giant identity a secret and become a wizard. But that had all gone to shit when he’d been discovered not as just a half giant, but as a half fire witch. Chased out of the academy but captured by the authorities of Orr.
Forced to sign a contract with King Ben to become his new pet monster! So why not be a monster!?
But he still wanted friends… his friends from the academy weren’t allowed to visit him. His tower of magic and wonder was so empty. He put his elbows on his desk and buried his face in his hands.
~chink~ his elbow brushed against something.
He looked down and saw a broken clay pot, the soup spilling out and a seedling now helpless and exposed on the desk.
Quickly yonah dipped his fingers into a pouch at his side and licked it, saying a spell. With a puff of smoke he stood on his desk, a mere 8ft tall, and he knelt down.
With his more appropriately sized hands he gathered the soil and with a wave of his hand and another mutter the pieces of the pot shook and flew back into their original places. The pot was… functionally repaired. The proper repair spell required materials to fuse the pieces properly. So it wouldn’t hold water, but it could hold soil.
As he scooped it back in, a piece of paper fell from the loose soil. Curious he dug it back out of the pot and cleaned it off enough to read:
“Welcome to the Mystical Woodlands new neighbor! This seedling is from my own garden. A special cultivation of Frozen Thyme.”
The moment he read it he was instantly planning where this would go in his garden. But… this gift. Did he deserve it? He’d eaten the one who brought it. He chased them away!
He couldn’t accept this gift but he couldn’t just let the seedling wither and die. It didn’t deserve that. And thus, his brain rationalized a way for him to keep the gift. So now what?
Yonah’s brain was too full of rage to do any proper work, so he decided to take it out on the garden, which was still in a state of construction. He’d already torn up old dead pieces of the overgrown mess left behind by the predecessor. Now he was digging spots for flower beds and what would hopefully be an orchard. There was even a designated spot for herbs.
The reason this was slow going was he refused to use magic. For the most part. Thankfully, being giant made digging and construction easier. Now that he had the thyme, he prioritized the herb beds. It was with a sour pride that he completed one as the sun started to go down.
A large wooden box that curved in a lovely arc close to the tower. The wood was specially imported from his The Blue Sky Mountain Giants Tribe in the Implausible Mountains, the smell of it reminding him of home. The frozen thyme seedling was given enough space to grow. He even gave it some friends that he knew would be compatible.
With his mind a little more at ease, he managed to get himself to sleep.
And awoke the next morning with an ache in his heart and a new plan in his brain.
For the first time since he arrived in this prison of a forest, he ventured beyond the boundaries of his clearing. Yonah knew he was allowed, a certain distance from his tower, to walk the forest. It had just seemed pointless. Not wanting to draw too much attention, he wore his gardening outfit: a pink plaid button up and light blue overalls. He had a straw hat that he recently wove to be a wizard hat, as well as his wizard staff. He couldn’t really leave that behind.
The trees in the forest were shorter than back home, but still very large. Thankfully he didn't have to duck so much to avoid branches. In his mind was a list of ingredients he needed to find. Foraging in the forest might seem like a fruitless endeavor, but when you have the keen nose of a giant, tracking down wildberries was a simple feat.
What a bounty! A huge patch of bramble with perfectly ripe berries. He didn’t need a giant’s amount and they would just get squashed if he tried to pick them at his normal size so once again he shrank down. He retrieved a basket from his hat and started to pick berries.
About ten minutes in, the bush began to shift! A section opened up and out ran a gnome with a garden spade. It smacked into his hand mid berry pick.
“Stop! Thief!”
SMACK SMACK!
Yonah was so startled he backed away and returned to his normal size, the basket of berries spilling over.
The gnome yelped. “Giant!” They dropped the spade. “Don’t eat me! Take berries! Don’t eat me or family!”
There was something satisfying about the gnome’s fear and Yonah grinned, “While you would make for a nice little snack,” he said, “I’m not in the mood for gnome today.”
The gnome shook and took up the spade again, pointing it at him as if that would help. From inside the bushes, Yonah heard rustling, and smelled more gnomes. This must cover their burrow.
“Put that away, or I might change my mind!” Yonah growled, showing his fangs. The gnome complied, tossing it aside.
“But you are also in luck. I am not interested in being a berry thief. I have more honor than that. If you would permit me to buy some of your berries, at a discount for me not making a meal of you and your family, I will leave you in peace”
The gnome gulped and nodded, “Am… sure we can make a deal.”
“Pick up the ones I already picked, will you?” Yonah ordered.
The gnome scrambled. “You will need more?”
Yonah nodded. The gnome whistled. And a troupe of younger gnomes carefully came out of the bramble.
“Kind giant has offered to buy some berries. Exchange for not eating us!”
The kids looked nervous and their fear didn’t spark the same kind of joy as the adults. But Yonah had a reputation to build! And he had to admit, it was still a bit fun.
He watched as the gnomes gathered berries until the basket was full and the adult gnome put it down in front of where Yonah had sat down. He picked it up and took off his hat, dropping it in and noticed the gnome’s eyes get wide. Storage space items were not uncommon, but storage hats were tools of professional mages, not common folk.
“That all?” the gnome asked.
Yonah stroked his beard thoughtfully, “Yes. I think so.” He reached into this hat. While he didn’t have a lot of money, Ben had supplied him with funds should he need them, and he had distributed the rings between his various pocket spaces. He got out a large wooden dowel upon which hung many metal rings. Small ones and large ones. With a pair of tweezers, yonah removed a few silver rings and one gold ring and put them into his palm, placing it up in front of the gnome.
Who did not take it.
“Do not insult me by refusing my payment,” Yonah insisted but the gnome did not move.
“More than we charge normally… You wanted discount: berries, a silver a pound!”
Yonah blinked. He still wasn’t good with smallfolk money. When purchasing as a giant, you purchased such large amounts it always cost at least a gold.
“Oh? Er-” he didn’t want to actually exploit these gnomes. “I'm not taking it back! Take the money Or I’ll eat you!” his voice faltered and the gnomes looked a little confused, and a little more relaxed.
“Leave us alone then, yes?” The gnome reached out a hand. Yonah nodded. The gnome finally took the money, giving each of the kids a silver ring. Any fear the kids had was gone as soon as they studied their rings and looked at Yonah with excitement. It was hard not to let the warmth in his heart at their expressions show on his own face.
“Actually!” Yonah announced as the gnomes started to back away into their burrow.
The adult stopped and looked nervous again. Yonah huffed. “I’m not going to eat you, I never was. I just have a question.”
The gnome ushered the kids away, not trusting Yonah, before turning back to the giant. “And if don’t have a good answer, you won’t eat… right?”
With a sigh Yonah shook his head, “No. I won't.”
“Then ask.”
Yonah took a breath, “I am... looking to get some ingredients. I… lashed out at someone recently and I very much regret it, and want to make some amends. I have giant ones back home but… giant sized ingredients do not taste as strong as small ones. Do you know where, or who, I might be able to look for?”
The gnome smiles, “Yes! Mystical Market. Sell our berries there. Open today, also gnome holiday.” They gave Yonah the instructions on how to find the market.
“Thank you- er…” Yonah put a hand to his chest and bowed.
“Kalle” said Kalle.
“Yonah,” said Yonah. The gnome bowed as well, “Don’t be flaunting riches, mysterious half giant. Marketeers take advantage”
Riches!? He did not have endless funds. He would have to be more careful with his spending.
“I am also looking for… Er... Shit!” he exclaimed and was glad the kids were no longer outside, “I don't know their name. Dwarf witch.”
Kalle considered, “Know them. Likes almond cookies. Sorry. Market easier find than people. That all?”
From their tone of voice, Yonah knew the gnome desperately wanted to get back to their family. It was a holiday after all. Yonah stood up and nodded, leaving without subjecting them to any more conversation.
Almond cookies? That changed things. He had only made almond cookies once! He needed a little more help. However, he did not backtrack to the tower. He knew that if he went back, he would lose motivation. Locating the market was his current task.
Unfortunately, it took some luck. According to the gnome, it was a special place that one happened to come across, just by wanting to be there. The more familiar you were with it, the better chance there was of that happening. Yonah really really wanted to be there. So he gathered his will and set off in a random direction.
After an hour of walking yonah felt a weird tingle all over his arms and legs. Like his hair was standing on end and all pointing in the same direction. Had he entered some magical field? No matter, he was fairly immune to passive magic.
Then he took another step and a jolt of magic electricity surged through his body, causing him to freeze up. Before he could collapse, he felt as if a giant hook had caught around his middle. There was no physical hook, but it still yanked him back, pulling in through the forest.
Eventually it stopped and finally Yonah fell over, breathing shallowly as his heart raced. He rolled onto his back and stared up into the trees.
“What’s the big idea!?” Someone kicked him in the side and he sat up. “You’re blocking the way!”
An elf!
Yonah frowned. “You’re so bold for someone I could crush with a finger!” To tease the elf, he poked them in the chest.
“YEOWCH!”
For the second time that day, Yonah got bitten. This time, it was the elf who sank their fangs into his finger, letting go before Yonah pulled away.
“Don’t get sassy with me! Messing with smallfolk isn’t allowed in the market, you'll be banned!”
Yonah looked around “The market?”
He had assumed it was the Mystical Market because it was in the Mystical Woodlands. But now he realized that the name was rather accurate. An entire marketplace incorporated into the forest itself. Stalls and restaurants built into the trees, with carts parked in between. The trees here were also… there was no other word for it: majestic. Larger and older and, compared to the forest he had been exploring before, more deliberate spacing. He couldn’t even see all of it. The forest stretched on for a while, and thus was obscured by the very trees that made up the shops.
There were even buildings in the branches so that ogres, trolls, and giants did not have to bend down to make transactions. He even spotted a few trolls. Amazing! Trolls (and ogres) were much more likely than giants to eat smallfolk. Giants mostly threatened unless the person in question did something really, really stupid.
And yet, there was a troll, large with brown fur and green spots, purchasing a roll of fabric from the elevated section of a gnome shop.
“Yes you idiot, the market! And my cart won't fit through any other path! Move your giant ass or I’ll get the guard to move it for you!”
His elation at having found the market was in conflict with his pride that was being so insulted by this little creature.
“Apologize for biting me, and I’ll consider it!”
The elf looked indignant. “You threatened to squash me! MAGEN!!” they yelled.
Thunderous footsteps were heard and Yonah turned as a proper, full blooded giant, made her way through the shoppers, somehow avoiding stepping on anyone. She was maybe 17, but full grown and taller than Yonah by at least ten feet. Her skin was a light greyish pink and her eyes were a dark red. She wore a lovely headpiece of woven flowers and vines to look like hair, which full giants do not have.
She knelt “This man bothering you?”
The elf nodded. Yonah threw his hands up, “Hey! I don’t mean any trouble!”
“He threatened to squash me!”
The giant glared at Yonah, who glared back.
“How largefolk deal with smalls outside of the market is their own business,” she said. “But inside the market we do not even threaten to squash, or kick, or stomp, or eat!”
“I did not intend to and I did not know I was in the market! I have never been before!” Yonah stood up so that he was not at such an extreme height disadvantage. Magen was a rather short mountain giant, only 35ft tall.
She nodded, “I can believe that.” She stood up. “I would have remembered you for sure.” She sniffed and said in implausible Giant: “You are from the blue sky tribe?”
“Yes! I am.” he answered, also in Giant. “I just moved to the forest. I was looking for the market but… I must have… hit something magic. I sort of fell into here”.
The elf took the opportunity to weave their cart around the giants’ feet, disappearing into the market.
“Ah, the seller seems to no longer push this issue. My name is Magen.” she introduced, bowing.
“Yonah HaEsh,” Yonah answered in return.
“HaEsh! I know the name. Fire man who helped save the Implausible Mountains from the Society of Wizards!”
“That’s my dad,” Yonah said, a little embarrassed.
“Mom told me the story! How exciting!”
Yonah brushed himself off and glanced around, “So... What are the rules here, then?”
Magen shrugged, “Just don’t start fights, alright? All sales are final, so don't go making a fuss if you haggled wrong or think you got cheated unless you believe your items are defective. There are ways to deal with fraudulent goods, but we cannot risk collateral damage.”
“Does that happen often?” Yonah asked, “I only mean to buy food, I can tell if that’s fresh”
“Oh, you have a giant’s nose then. Good. It does not happen often. Makes my job easier. And I usually manage to break up confrontations before they get out of hand.”
Knowing he could likely sniff out the stalls he needed, Yonah asked if Magen could show him around and help him find all the items on his list. She happily agreed. He had to walk behind her as there wasn’t room for two giants to be side by side.
As she carefully led him, she took glances back and down Yonah who was getting a little nervous. It had been a while since he encountered other giants. He was watching his feet to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone, and he was stopping constantly to look into the shops and stalls and carts.
“What is it like, being half giant?” Magen asked, who somehow managed to walk without looking at her feet very often at all. Maybe Yonah was being too careful and people here knew to stay out of the way of largefolk's feet… Still, he didn't want to take chances.
“Er… I have hair, I guess?” he said.
“I was wondering if that was natural or a wig.” Magen brushed the vines spilling from her head.
“But mostly, things were just a bit inconveniently large for me. I still managed.” Then he countered. “What’s it like being a guard in the market?”
“The shopkeepers pool money to have me stand around, mostly. Smallfolk behave when an angry giant is within earshot.” She grinned with all her fangs.
“I thought you said giants couldnt mess with smallfolk here?” Yonah inquired.
“You can’t. It’s my job to interfere,” Magen retorted. “I haven't hurt anyone… badly. I’ve only worked here for a year. But I know everyone and everyone knows me!”
They stopped at a stand selling nuts and Yonah purchased the almonds he needed. The seller seemed a bit disappointed that he bought so few.
“Shopping for someone small?” Magen asked.
“Er- yeah.” Yonah said. They both had to back between trees to let a trio of trolls go by. One was only 10 feet tall and barely came up to Yonah’s waist, but another was nearly 20 feet! They carried baskets and bags on their furry backs, and even had some tied to their tusks!
Before they continued, two elves leapt from the tree nearby and onto Yonah’s shoulders! He was about to brush them off when Magen stopped him.
“Don’t! They are just hitching rides!” At that, he spotted more elves on her head. “You need honey, yes? I know the best shop!”
He followed Magen around the market, which was much larger than he had realized. The elves had no qualms about leaping on and off him and other largefolk shoppers and eventually he ignored them. Magen even helped him avoid making a bad deal for oat flour, saying she couldn’t believe the nerve of the shopkeeper trying to take advantage of a new resident.
Before Yonah left, he wanted to properly thank Magen. “If there is anything I can do to show thanks. Perhaps er-” he looked around.
“You know, the juice stand behind that tree has new flavors I’ve wanted to try. How about you buy me a drink? You should get one too. It’s very refreshing!”
“They make them giant sized?” Yonah asked.
“Oh, they are made by ogres!” Magen replied, rounding the indicated tree.
Ogres, kin of trolls and even more dangerous due to their magical powers. Typically smaller than trolls, but that was not the way to tell them apart.
An entire family of ogres were operating a massive open storefront. Jugs hung from branches or were strapped to the trunks of trees and fruit swung in baskets. Behind the counter was an elaborate prep station operated by two large ogres. Around the entire display were platforms sticking out from the nearby trees. Smallfolk sat on stools enjoying drinks and food at an elevation that made it easy to be served by the ogres. Magen walked up to the counter, which was not at an ideal height for her but was easily manageable. She spoke to an ogre with straw colored fur, blue spots, and large horns.
“Edna! I’d like two passion fruit smoothies please! One giant sized and one…” She glanced back at Yonah. “Full Troll sized!” She stepped aside and pointed at Yonah. “He’s paying”
Edna nodded and passed on the order.
Yonah stepped forward. Bowing “Yonah HaEsh”.
She bowed back, “Edna Baneclaw. That will be a gold bracelet for the giant and half for the full troll”
Yonah’s heart nearly stopped. A gold bracelet and a half !? He looked at Magen who flashed her fangs mischievously then back at Enda.
Edna smiled as well. “We don’t have enlarged passion fruit, not in high demand by largefolk.”
With another glare at Magen, Yonah fished into his hat. He didn’t have gold bracelets but he had rings. 10 silver to a gold. Rings to Rings. Bracelets to Bracelets… 10 gold rings to a silver bracelet… 10 silver bracelets to a gold ring. That’s 100 gold rings to a gold bracelet (he had really overpaid the gnomes for the berries... A holiday gift he supposed), but this was not money to spend on frivolous fruit drinks!
Too late, however. The drinks were ready, and he carefully removed golden rings from silver bracelets. 50 gold rings and 10 silver bracelets exchanged for two smoothies. They came in wooden cups with bamboo straws.
This better be fucking worth it. Yonah took a sip.
His eyes widened as the cool icy tart concoction hit his taste buds and he took a long drink. Finally, he looked at Magen and then Edna. “This is incredible!” he exclaimed.
Magen grinned and sipped hers as well. “Yeah. Too bad we’re the last two to have some for at least a month!”
“What do you mean?”
“That took all the passion fruit we had,” Edna informed. “Won't get more for a while”
“Worth it! Suck it smallfolk!” Magen teased the people on the platforms, a few looked a bit annoyed, but most didn't seem to care. She didn't seem to care either.
“Well it was nice meeting you, Yonah. I hope to see you again. Oh, and by the way, you can return your mug to the ogres for a silver bracelet, even if you take it home today!”
Yonah glanced at his drink. “Oh! Thanks for letting me know. But where are you going?”
Magen sipped at her smoothie loudly before answering. “This was my break, silly, I need to go back on proper duty now, and you have all your things.”
Magen held out her free hand and Yonah shook it, bidding her goodbye. It was getting late in the day now and he wanted to get to work on the almond cookies.
Wait… which way was back to the tower? How could he be so stupid wandering off like this!? His mom taught him better than that. Forest ranger rule number 1: DON’T GET LOST.
...okay, so that wasn’t really a rule. It was supposed to imply that you paid attention to where you were going so you could get back. This was not so easy in the Mystic Woods.
The moment he had walked far enough away from the market, he turned forward and then back, and it was already gone. He had nowhere to go but forward.
It was to his great surprise that only a minute later, he exited the dense trees and found himself in the clearing. The tower was on the opposite side. While he was elated to have made it back safely before dark, there was a distinct absence of any gladness to be home. This was not his home, after all. It was his prison.
Yonah HaEsh climbed up the tower and back into his prison. He took off his hat and sat down at his desk in the workshop, staring into the reflection on the large, ornate mirror that rested upon it.
To do this right, he needed help. Professional help. So he activated his mirror. Or at least… tried. He stared at his own reflection, then spoke. “Mirror Mirror on the desk,” he faltered, “Could you please connect me to Shoshana at the academy?”
The mirror snorted. “You think politeness will work after all this time? I don’t make exceptions. This is why your friends think you’ve forgotten about them! Put in the effort! Ask me properly or don't at all.”
“They’ve called me!!” Yonah insisted, but the mirror said nothing in response. Just like he would do when he got calls from his friends. Yonah growled and snorted back at the mirror, fogging it up. “Mirror Mirror, oh magical vanity, I wish to call Shoshana, at the wizard academy”
There was a whistle from the mirror. “Now that’s how you do it!” it praised. The fog cleared and for a brief moment, he saw his own face again before the reflective surface turned grey. Another moment and the face of his friend Shoshana emerged.
“Yonah!!!” she exclaimed. “You called! I cannot believe it!”
Yonah’s face turned a bit red. “I’ve… been distracted.”
Shoshana waved her hand, stopping any further excuses. “You’ve been through so much! I was worried! Since we graduated, you haven't called at all!”
/I never called before either... / Yonah thought. /It was always you.../ When Grand Master Sean reinstated him as a wizardling student, his friends would call regularly to work on homework and their theses, as he wasn’t allowed to actually attend the school in person. And while he attended the graduation…
That wasn’t a happy memory at all and he didn’t want to think about how he sat behind all the students in the amphitheater in magic chains looking more like a beast one of the adventuring tract students had wrangled for their final than a student.
“I need a recipe!” he said.
Shoshana raised her brows “That’s it!? First call in over a month, and it’s to get a recipe! You don’t want to catch up at all?!” Yonah’s eyes flickered and Shoshana backed off. “Alright, I can see you’re not in the mood. But please, we’re all missing you so much. We’d assumed you embraced the evil hermit wizard life.”
“I… haven’t meant to. But it’s surprisingly easy,” he admitted, grinning awkwardly. “I’d rather not go full hermit, of course.”
“Well, then dont go a month without calling your friends!” Shoshana chided. “Or make some new friends! The forest is full of interesting people, right?”
Yonah looked away, but his eyes were probably glowing orange now.
“This… is for that.”
“Oh!” Shoshana exclaimed, “I should have figured! Of course, I will give you whatever recipe you’d like.”
Yonah got out his ingredients to show Shoshana and explained what he wanted to bake. She nodded and made some suggestions for ingredients and spices to really make these cookies great. He did not have all the supplies she suggested, which led to some back-and-forth as Shoshana pointed out some substitutions for what Yonah bought or already had in his tower.
“Got that all down?” she asked, as she watched Yonah scribble out the final lines to the recipe.
“Yes!” Yonah exhaled in relief. “Thank you so much, Shosh!”
“Next time, we will catch up properly, but I had fun designing this recipe!” Shoshana chirped. “What a challenge. I wish you had called first, before just buying random ingredients.”
“I was already in the forest, Shosh.”
“I know, I know.” Shoshana blew Yonah a kiss and the mirror flickered back to his reflection.
It was time to bake! Which he did after shrinking down.
By the time he was done baking his jam print almond cookies, it was past midnight. He needed sleep and didn't think finding the witch at night was a particularly wise idea, especially since he was getting tired. That meant he was extra likely to be grumpy and irritable. So he placed the cookies in a special cooling rack to keep them magically fresh, then went to bed.
It was right after breakfast that Yonah HaEsh left the tower and, for the second time, entered the forest.
Once again, he had no direction, not that one could in the Mystic Woods. It wasn't even possible to have a map unless it was incredibly magical. Still, he was determined and willing to wander the forest for days if he must! But he’d do so at his full size, which would allow him to cover more ground.
That’s… That’s a witch’s hut! He hoped it was the correct one. It was more of a mound than a hut, with one side covered in rocks and moss and the other a more sheer side with windows, plus a flatter side with a door.
As he approached, a garden came into view and he heard a yelp before watching a small figure dart into the hut and close the curtains. The door opened briefly and a hand hung a sign that read “NO SOLICITORS”
That was the evil giant! Why was he here!? Why did the forest let him find the hut!? Was he here to eat them?! To finish the job!? Could they take on a giant fire witch?! Myran was a damn skilled witch, and at least 15 years the giant’s senior by their estimate, but they were quaking in their boots.
A knock sounded at their door. It didn’t sound forceful enough to be a giant. Siv was in front of them, hissing at the door. Thinking it better to be safe, they peeked out the window, then ran to open the door. Just a crack.
Red faced and holding a basket was… the giant. Only he wasn’t giant. Not exactly. He now stood at about twice Myran’s height. A little less actually. Right. Wizard. Giant wizard.
“May I come in?”
“Depends… what’s in the basket?” They narrowed their eyes. “I don’t want any nasty surprises.”
The wizard’s face got redder as he removed the cover. They opened the door and stood aside. They took the basket with their right hand…
Yonah hesitated. Their arm had a massive scar from shoulder to elbow, but the hand was unbroken. The Dwarf noticed and gave him a hard look as he crouched low to get through the dwarf sized door, Siv still hissing at him in warning.
Myran put the basket on the kitchen table and motioned to the couch. “Please, sit.” Yonah did. The couch was small for him but it took his weight. “I’m going to be honest.” Myran leaned against the kitchen table and crossed their arms. “This is quite the unexpected visit.”
“Oh?” Yonah said. Of course, it made sense. He chased them out. Why would he then try to find them again?
“You bit me!” Myran reminded him harshly. “You broke my hand, and you said if you saw me again, you would eat me. Again. And kill me.”
/Ohhhh/
Yonah’s breath caught before managing to say. “I did… didn’t I?” He looked down at his feet.
Myran. sighed. “Yep. Though eating me at your current size would be an impressive feat. So... What the fuck are you doing here? Besides bringing me cookies to fatten me up.”
“I’m not-!” He looked back up to defend himself and saw their cheeky grin. “I didn’t come here to eat you…” They raised an eyebrow in sarcastic disbelief. “I want to apologize. For what I said… What I did. After I ate you. I was so angry. I still am, though mostly at myself. I shouldn't have hurt you. It wasn’t right.” He was almost crying. Dammit, he’d gone nearly a month without crying!
“And for eating me?”
“Huh?” Yonah was thoroughly confused.
“You’re sorry for what happened after you ate me, but what about eating me?”
Yonah bit his lip, “I’m… I’m not sorry about that.”
The witch raised both eyebrows now, genuinely curious as to the workings of this monster’s thoughts.
“I’m supposed to eat people! Especially those who enter my tower unannounced. It’s part of my job! And… And I like it!” He startled himself with that statement. He liked his job? He didn’t even want this job!! He was forcefully employed by the King under threat of death! Being evil had never been his plan and he didn’t want that. Did he?
The witch didn’t look completely satisfied with this answer. But they didn’t get to inquire further as Yonah’s curiosity got the better of him.
“Er- your hand…”
Myran smiled “It was rather mangled by your jaws yesterday. Luckily, I am a very good healer, and well-known in this forest. If you had killed me, you would have had a lot of angry forest residents after your head.” Myran began preparing a pot of tea as Yonah Processed that statement. “You’re a lucky giant aren’t you?”
“What?” Yonah voiced. “For not killing you and putting a target on my back?”
“Yes, exactly. And that was curious. It is rare that evil giants are merciful.”
Yonah looked away, “I’ve only been evil for a few months. I… you’re the third person I’ve eaten at all. And I dont… I haven’t yet… killed anyone.”
That surprised Myran. “I guess I do not know the frequency that giants normally encounter adventurers… but what I meant was you’re lucky that you even get to eat people. Most giants like the taste of smallfolk but they don't actually eat them. It’s rather rare.”
“You said it yourself. Evil Giants eat people,” Yonah pointed out. “Which I am one. I guess it’s… nice that I get to eat folks. But it comes with a cost… It’s only a matter of time before slayers come after me.”
“Most evil giants kill their victims, right?” Myran asked.
Yonah shrugged “I met another one once. Said it depended on his mood.”
“Fascinating… though if you keep up your more merciful streak, perhaps you are less likely to attract slayers?”
“Perhaps…” Yonah had not considered that. He just felt he wasn’t ready to kill anyone yet, but maybe there were other perks than just a clear conscience in continuing to let his snacks go.
“Cracked some sort of code then?” Myran inquired. “Getting to eat people without attracting too much attention? Not that this would stop all slayers,” they added. “I expect you would kill a slayer?”
Yonah nodded, sniffed, and wiped his nose. In that case… Guess he was lucky. Indeed, he’d gotten to taste plenty of smallfolk. Plenty of giants did. It was unique that he’d had his human dad while growing up. But all of the smallfolk in the village knew that when giants kissed their hands, the giants were getting little tastes. Sometimes giants would lick a friend playfully or freak someone out. He’d had a few elvish and human friends growing up, and they sometimes let him and the other giant kids lick them during games of Jacks and Giants. And his academy friends were quite amused by his affections.
He very much missed them. It had not taken long for him to get used to living amongst human friends, not just because he got to taste them. And so quickly, that was taken away from him. Friends…
As tears welled in his eyes he couldn’t look at Myran any longer. He closed his eyes and turned his face away. Should he keep talking? Shit, how much of that had he said out loud!? The words continued to come out regardless.
“I know I said I didn’t want any friends. But I do! I need them. And I know I can’t be your friend. You came to me and I fucked it up. But I beseech you to not tell everyone else in the forest to avoid me. I already went to the mystical market and-“
“You… how did you find out that I liked almonds!”
Yonah looked up. They weren’t looking at him but reaching into the basket for another cookie. They munched on it thoughtfully, not a crumb falling into their beard. The tea was ready and Myran poured it with magic, leaving their hands free to hold more cookies. They walked over to Yonah, the tea cups floating with. He took the larger one out of mid air. It was very hot! And he drank.
It was… It tasted like tea he’d had at home. His village had alway gotten various teas from the dwarves. New tears came to his eyes.
“You alright?” Myran asked, offering a handkerchief. “You’re a very emotional evil giant.”
Yonah took it and dried his eyes. “The tea is… really good.” That wasn’t the real reason but right now he couldn’t process all of his emotions.
“It’s my grandma’s blend,” Myran said. “I’ve tried to replicate it using my garden, but you just can’t replicate those tunnel grown fungi.”
They dipped one of the cookies into the tea. From their expression, it wasn’t really a mistake but likely didn’t improve the experience. Still they munched thoughtfully.
“I’ll be your friend.”
Yonah’s jaw nearly hit the floor and he almost dropped his tea. It was a few seconds before he managed to pick his jaw back up. Were they serious? They walked over to him, placing their much smaller hand over one of his. Then they smiled most disarmingly.
“Just don’t eat me again.”
Yonah smiled.
“I think I can manage that”
[FIN]
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(You can imagine that Yonah got to hug Myran before he left, probably a little too tight but dwarves are tough!)
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Summary: Your friends decide that a great way to spend the evening is to explore an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere.
Pairing: OT7 x gender-neutral reader
Genre: Thriller, mystery, comedy,
Prompt: "You make me feel safe."
Word count: 472
AN: This is the last drabble in the challenge! I hope you enjoyed reading them :)
“Okay, we should split up and look for clues,” Namjoon announced as he pulled another flashlight from his bag and handed it to Jin.
“What are we, Mystery Incorporated?” Yoongi scoffed as he reluctantly accepted his flashlight.
“Wait, doesn’t Shaggy and Scooby always run into trouble?” Hoseok asked, wide-eyed as he stared around the group. “I don’t want to be Shaggy.”
“Don’t worry, hyung. You’re not Shaggy. You wouldn’t have made the cut for Mystery Incorporated.” Jimin laughed, empathetically patting Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok shrugged him away.
“I don’t think we should go in there.” Hoseok crossed his arms as he looked up at the building you were standing in front of.
You couldn’t blame him. It was the dead of night in the middle of nowhere. You had no signal so if things went pear-shaped, you would totally be alone.
You grabbed Namjoon’s arm. “We should stick together,” you urged,
“Scared, YN?” Jin dug his elbow into your side as he sent you a wink.
“Hyung, you have a spider in your hair.” Taehyung pointed, face completely serious
Jin screeched, dropping his flashlight as his hands raced to shake free the spider. Taehyung cracked up as he broke character and Jin was quick to slap his shoulder in retaliation.
“If we’re all done messing around, let’s split up.” Namjoon insisted again, flicking on his flashlight.
“Seriously, Namjoon. I think we should stick together.”
“I second that,” Hoseok announced as he raised his hand. Namjoon paused as he looked around the group.
“What does everyone think. All those who want to split up raise your hand,” Namjoon asked, raising his own hand. He was quickly joined by everyone bar Hoseok and yourself.
“You guys suck.” You pouted as Hoseok linked arms with you.
“It’s okay. We’ll stick together.” Hoseok squeezed your arm. You smiled at him, but still. You needed something more than someone who would scream and run away when a monster appeared to make you feel safe.
Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon quickly separated as they made their way into the abandoned building with Taehyung and Jimin close behind them.
You grabbed the back of Jungkook’s top and pulled him back to join you and Hoseok. “You are sticking with us.”
“Ugh, why?” Jungkook whined.
“You make me feel safe.” you pouted, knowing full well that Jungkook wouldn’t be able to say no to you.
His shoulder’s dropped as he reluctantly linked arms with you. Sandwich in between Jungkook and Hoseok helped to relieve some of the pressure that was building in your chest.
That was until you heard a scream from somewhere inside the building.
“That sounded like Namjoon,” Hoseok whispered.
Jungkook looked behind you. “Maybe we should go check it out?”
“What and get ourselves killed? Nope. He wanted to split up, he can get captured by the boogie man.”
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