#and to just be lame for a second there’s so much joy in the little things. I’ve been so much happier this year than I was in the last

[rogueddie]

Runner / End Of Beginning

Steve has never seen his father as upset, as furious, as he was when he got home with his final exam results. He'd known- suspected- that his father would flip when his results came in...

His father got angry at small things. Hearing that he'd had a party while they were away, that a girl went missing at that party, had been the closest Steve thought he'd ever get to recieving a beating.

But when he came home with his grades... when his father realized that his son, his supposed prodigy, barely passed...

Steve has never ran as fast as he currently is.

As soon as he'd seen an openning, a clear line to the door, he'd stumbled to his feet and bolted. He'd picked a random direction and ran. He isn't going to stop running until he physically has to stop, knowing that his father is most likely in his car, trying to find him.

He can't stop. He has to keep running.

Eventually, he has to pause. He has to catch his breath.

He leans against a trailer, panting. He prays that no one thinks to look outside and spot him. He prays that no one will-

"Harrington?"

"Fuck." He hisses, squinting up at- "Munson?"

"What the fuck happened to you?" He says, eyes widenning when he finally gets a look at his face. "Second round with Hargrove, or what?"

"Nothing happened, I'm fine."

Munson eyes him for a moment, frowning. "Is someone after you?"

"What do you care?" Steve heaves a deep breath, forcing himself to stand up straight. He brings his knees up in a few knee highs, gearing up for another sprint.

"Ugh. Just- you can come into my trailer," Munson says, sounding as though Steve is forcing him to make the suggestion. "No one would think to look for you there. You can, like... I don't know. Drink some water? You jocks do that, right?"

"Wh- I don't need your help!"

"I'm not waiting for you all day, come on, let's go!" He makes a wide, exaggerated gesture for Steve to follow.

"You just assume I'm gonna follow?"

"Yeah."

He sounds so confident, so sure, that Steve can't think to do anything other thank blink and say, "fuck it, yeah, alright."

Steve is a little surprised at how much space Eddies trailer has. It's cramped, but in a nice way- the way a home gets when people actually live in it. When the people inside are actually happy and chase those joys.

Munson does get him a glass of water, mumbling at him to "sit anywhere", before flopping onto the sofa himself. He turns the TV on, focusing on that.

"Thanks," Steve eventually mutters, awkwardly sitting down.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about."

"Sure."

"There isn't," he insists, despite how casual and accepting Munson is acting. "It's my fault, anyway. I deserved it."

"Did you?" Munson turns to him, eyebrow raised. "All us freaks and losers can talk about these days is your change of heart. King of Hawkins High turned lame boytoy."

"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better," Steve sneers.

"Even Jeff thinks you're alright now," he barrels on. "Said he bumped into you, pretty hard, knocked all your shit down, and you apologized. Said his coffee ended up on an essay, or something. Thought he was about to get his ass kicked and you just..."

He waves his hand at him, as though that's explination enough.

Steve doesn't know a Jeff, but he's pretty sure he knows who Munson is talking about, and; "I wasn't looking where I was going. If anything, we were both at fault."

"See?" Munson waves his hand at him again, a little more pointed. "Don't doubt you've got a long way to go, but you're not half-bad. You didn't deserve whatever the fuck happened to your face."

"Whatever."

They fall quiet, both pretending to watch whatever is on the TV. Steve is so zoned out that, when someone clears their throat, he flinchs.

"Sorry to startle you boys," the man chuckles. But the humor quickly teeters out, once he gets a good look at Steve. "You alright, kid?"

"I'm fine."

"He's not," Munson grins wide when Steve glares at him.

"Staying the night?" The man continues, only looking at Eddie now.

"If I can convince him," Munson shrugs.

"I can't stay the night," Steve tries.

"Good," the man nods, as though Steve hadn't said anything. "I'll start making us all some dinner." He finally looks to Steve. "You got any allergies?"

"I can't stay," Steve tries again, insisting.

"No," Munson answers for him. "No problems with meat either."

The man gives Munson a thumbs up, heading through to the kitchen.

"I can't stay," Steve repeats, turning to Munson. "Really. I have to go back or... I have to go back."

"What will happen if you don't go back?"

Steve grimaces. "Nothing. Just- I can't stay here."

"Why not? They gonna hit me too?"

"You know what, Munson? Yeah, probably. And your- your dad?"

"Uncle," Munson snorts, standing, stretching. "No one messes with us though. We're too scary." He wiggles his fingers in Steves face as he passes by. "And call me Eddie."

"Why?"

"It's my name."

Steve awkwardly follows him to the kitchen, hovering a good distance from the two of them, watch how they move around each other with so much comfort and ease. It makes something in Steves chest ache.

"Oh, hey, you like football right?" Eddie asks, pointing to him.

"Uh, yeah, kinda. Not enough to have, like, a team." Steve shrugs.

Wayne turns around slowly, eyebrows raised. "You don't got a team?"

Talking football with Wayne is so easy that, until he's halfway through the dinner he cooked, Steve doesn't notice how fast the time is going. He can't bring himself to be bothered though. It's too nice.

Plus, Eddie is almost bouncing with joy at how well Steve and Wayne are getting along.

Someone starts banging on the door, loud and aggressive, as they make their way to the kitchen.

"Alright!" Wayne calls, rolling his eyes. "Hold your horses."

Steves stomach drops when the door opens and his father is on the other side. He smiles at Steve, sickly sweet and dangerously calm.

"Oh, thank God," he sighs. "Steve, your mother and I have been looking all over for you. When you didn't get home-"

Wayne blocks his way when he tries to step inside. "Who are you?"

"Robert Harrington," Steves dad sniffs, leaning back so he can physically look down at Wayne. "I'm here for my son."

"He ain't here."

Robert Harrington splutters, face tinting red with anger and frustration. He points to Steve, voice raising as he says, "he's right there! And he's coming with me."

Wayne turns, slow and casual. "Huh. That's odd. Don't see him."

"Steve," he snaps his fingers at Steve, like he's a dog. "Come on. We're going home."

Eddie shifts so he's standing slightly in front of him.

It's enough reassurance for him to finally snap back; "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Steven-"

"Get off my property," Wayne snaps.

His father glares at them, waiting, as though he expects them to back down. When he doesn't, he snarls; "this is kidnapping."

"He's 18," Eddie drawls.

Grumbling, he stomps off.

"Asshole," Wayne mutters. He shuts and locks the door, sliding on the chain too.

Steve has to sit down, with how much his legs are shaking.

"You alright?" Eddie asks, hesitantly sitting beside him.

"Yeah," Steve says. He's surprised to find he means it. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You can stay here, long as you need," Wayne offers. "You'll have to bunk with Eds though. Not a lot of room."

"Why can't he use the sofa when you're-"

"Nope," Wayne cuts him off. There's a glint of mischief in his eyes that has Steve squinting in suspicion. "And you'll need those cuts looking at. Eddie, why don't you go with him. Medkits in the bathroom."

Steve goes ahead when Eddie points the way to the bathroom.

Eddie tries to give Wayne a warning look but he's unbothered and, with Steves back turned, he gives Eddie an encouraging wink.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #decideweekprompt #tw abuse #tw child abuse #better late than never

[sweetyluvs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ fuck it, i love you

ellie williams x fem! reader

the once sweet drink in Ellie’s hand has become unbearably bitter to the touch of her tongue.

all joy from the fun atmosphere of the party evaporated like ice under heat. her green eyes were following your every movement, brows furrowed agitatedly. you were smiling at a boy, laughing at whatever lame joke he had cracked. The grin on your face was wide, allowing him to lean closer and closer with you by every passing second.

“you okay there, Ellie?” Joel comments, following her deadly glaze to you. She flickered her eyes quickly away, sitting up in her chair and facing him.

“yeah, i’m fine.” she mumbled, taking a sip from her drink.

Joel didn’t say anything else, only leaning on the bar she sat at and sending her a knowing side glance.

Ellie fought the urge to look back to you when she heard the lovely sound of your laughter, and she could only imagine the grin on your face. something about the fact she wasn’t the one making you laugh like that made a spark of something bad burn in her chest.

her jaw clenched upon hearing you gasp, and let her urges consume her as she looked to you.

The man was leaning against you, whispering something in your ear when you playfully pushed him off, a big, happy grin painted your face when you said something she couldn’t decipher in return.

She only looks back to Joel when Maria calls his name, earning both her and said man to look. He sent her a nod before departing, smiling when his brother greeted him.

her green eyes looked to her drink, swaying it as pieces of her auburn hair filled her peripheral vision.

Ellie kept trying to deny the feeling that devoured her insides. the gut-wrenching, nauseating, body heating feeling of jealousy. It ate her alive.

She would never admit to it, not ever.

Her eyes trailed back to you again; wishing she was the one beside you, wanting to be the one making you laugh— needing to be the one so close.

your eyes looked up and locked with hers, the feeling that was life threatening consuming you both.

Your smile grew impossibly bigger, quickly excusing yourself from the boy you were speaking with and walking to ellie.

Your hair was up, neck and collar bones showing attractively, your shirt was unbuckled just enough to show a little more than wanted skin. Ellie snapped her eyes away from anywhere below your eyes, no smile on her face even after you got so close she could smell you.

“Hey, els. why are you here alone? where’s jesse and dina?” you question, brows furrowing in the way she loved too much.

“i dunno.” she responded dully, sipping her drink and looking away from you.

your lips shaped into a frown, bottom lip sticking out.

“Are you okay?”

“yeah. I’m great.” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes and slamming her jar down, pushing her chair out and grabbing her coat.

“ellie, where are you going?” you hurry after, pushing through the crowd of people in a desperate attempt to follow her. she shuffles her jacket on, brutally shoving people out of her way and successfully making it to the door— with you close behind.

The cold night hair blows into Ellie’s face, her hair flying up before falling out of place. She tried to ignore your voice, calling out to her from not too far away.

“wait up! why are you leaving already?” you pant once you finally reach her, blowing warm air into the palms of your hands to try and remain comfortable.

She didn’t reply, stuffing her hands in her pockets as you two walk side by side.

“ellie?”

“ugh— what? what do you want?” she snapped, stopping dead in her tracks.

“I just asked you, like, three times. why are you leaving?”

“Probably because I want to? it was a shit party, anyways.” she replied, eyes scanning you shortly before darting away. “You could’ve come to where I was. we were having fun, you would’ve liked it.” you remarked, crossing your arms.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes for the second time tonight. “and interrupt your little.. love affair? No thanks.”

your eyes widened at her comment, brows furrowing confusedly.

“what are you taking about?”

“you think I didn’t see the way you were looking at that guy?” she retorted, voice raising. “i’m not an idiot.”

“it wasn’t like that! he’s just my—”

“let me guess, your ‘friend’?”

“Yes! he is, I swear.” your voice sounded pleading, as if you needed her to believe you.

Ellie brushed you off when she began walking again, leaving you to follow after her a second time.

“Ellie! why are you so upset? he’s only my friend, I was just having a good time. is that not allowed anymore or something?” You grabbed her arm, making her stop just before she ripped it away from your grasp.

“God— you’re so annoying! just.. go back to the party and leave me alone.” she exclaimed, regretting it immediately upon seeing your face.

“What did I do? I’m not leaving until I can properly apologize,” you insisted, raising your own voice. “here’s what you did; you stared at that guy like you wanted to fuck him!” She shouted, watching as you flinched.

your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you stare up at her. “what? fuck Matt? Ellie, He’s gay!” you yelled angrily, exasperated by her ridiculous attitude. The widen of her green eyes told you just how little she knew.

“I.. I told you that. were you not even listening?” you whispered, licking your lips.

“and why the hell are you so upset, anyways? I can fuck whoever I want and it shouldn’t bother you, it’s none of your business.”

Your words seemed to make her more upset, her face flushing with anger.

“Whatever! You’re right! go fuck some 50 year old for all I care!”

You groaned loudly, slapping your hands over your face. “Don’t say that! Why would you say that! Why is everything I do such a problem for you, ellie? i thought we were friends, we’re supposed to be with each other, not against each other. what’s up with you?” uncovering your face, your eyes met her’s—and her expression was unreadable.

It was unlike any you’ve ever seen. It had so many words, so many emotions you didn’t know where to begin.

“..ellie..?”

her jaw clenched, eyes flickering down to your lips before she let out an angry sigh.

“fuck it— I love you, Okay? I’m— fucking in love with you.”

your jaw almost met the floor, cheeks heating up instantly. Your eyes were wide, and ellie was obviously embarrassed.

“You’re… in love with me?” you voiced aloud, eyes looking to the floor.

Ellie knew she shouldn’t have said it. Now not only did she lose the one she loves, she also most likely lost her best friend.

“fuck— i.. I shouldn’t have said anyth—”

She was cut off by a pair of soft lips on hers. Ellie’s eyes shot wide, you were kissing her, and it wasn’t a dream.

As if on instinct, she kissed you back. Hands subconsciously clutching your waist as her lips made a song with yours. It was desperate, it was needy. You were greedy as they moved in an indescribable rhythm, matching perfectly like puzzle pieces. You wrapped your arms around her neck, holding tightly.

ellie felt you push harder against her, so close she could feel your every curve.

she moved from your waist to your hips, gripping you in a bruising grip.

Hums of pleasure escapes you the longer the kiss continued, urging ellie to continue; to keep it going.

You pulled away, though. Gasping for air desperately, meeting her eyes.

“I.. I fucking love you too, Ellie.”

#ellie x y/n #ellie miller #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams x female reader #sappic #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie and joel #ellie tlou2 #ellie x reader #the last of us part 2 #fem! reader #lesbian #girls love girls #joel miller #dina tlou #jesse tlou #joel the last of us #joel and ellie #tlou x reader #tlou x y/n #tlou x you #tlou part two #tlou part 2 #wlw story #wlw fiction #wlw

[chiibinomonodamon]

WHO WANTS TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT GAY FURRY DEMON SEX? XD

(damn, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say....)

Okay...so I see some Stolitz confusion and bashing online and I need to type up a defense here because I won't be able to sleep otherwise lol

I consider myself to be a Ship Critic and someone who takes shipping rather seriously.

What I mean by this is, I like to analyze and break down romantic relationships between fictional characters because it's just interesting to write for me. I especially take delight in friendly debating with opinions that I strongly do *not* agree with.

Let me start off by saying I am NOT a "this ship is awesome because gay furry sex lol" type of girl.

FAR from it. I'm generally more passionate about hetero ships between human characters (because I can relate to them more) among other reasons. So if you wanna dismiss my defense as "shallow fangirlism", you can forget about that lame excuse.

I fell in love with Hazbin Hotel when it was finally released in February and suffered waiting for each new two-parts per week. During that time, I decided to watch Helluva Boss as well, after a friend showed me a particularly soul-crushing clip (Moxxie's childhood trauma about his mother).

Yes, I like funny sex jokes as much as the next goofy adult but scenes like this, scenes that carry a very heavy emotional weight are what really get me in the end, even moreso when VERY little dialogue is exchanged. I knew I had to watch the entire episode run after seeing that the creators had a talent for this.

I saw people asking:

"How did Stolas go from using Blitz as a sex toy to being painfully in love with him?"

Oh I can tell you. I can tell you the EXACT moment this is revealed. But it's not spoon-fed to you; it's quite subtle actually and this is why lots of people miss it.

See, one of the strongest talents Vivenne has shown me is that she REALLY knows how to get her characters to communicate their feelings to the viewers JUST from their expressions and body language. These can be 'blink-and-miss-it' teeny little scenes and it may require a couple rewatches.

But since people demand time stamps for all information others post here, I'll rewatch a few scenes from S1 E7 'Ozzie's' as I'm typing this.

'Ozzie's' remains to be not just my favorite episode of HB...but probably my favorite episode of any adult-targeted animated show outside of Japan (aside from S2 E7's Mid-Season Special)

It has this huge reveal for both Blitzo and Stolas.

We'll first address Blitzo's irrational, stalkerish behavior of Moxxie and Millie.

He's obsessed with them. He finds both of them very attractive, fantasizes about threesomes with them and is constantly inserting himself into their personal lives.

Why?

Because they have everything that he badly badly wants for himself.

They have the perfect marriage and he is trying to live THROUGH them.

This was hilarious to me at the beginnning of the show but it's slowly revealed that it's one of the most tragic and depressing things I've ever seen. And it's scarily realistic too.

But you know this already so let's move on...

Blitzo follows the couple to Ozzie's but he can't get in without a date. So he calls up Stolas and yes, this is very low but he doesn't realize how much this means to Stolas (hell, I'm not sure even Stolas realizes it himself!) but the owl man is giddy with joy, he rushes over and they enter Ozzie's.

When Ozzie and Fizz mock Moxxie for being so sappy towards his wife, this strikes a chord with Blitzo (because they're his IDEAL relationship) and he speaks up to defend them.

NOW PAY CLOSE ATTENTION; THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART:

Fizz, still holding onto his past grudge turns on Blitzo to humilate him:

"Some nerve you got commenting on a relationship"

Time Stamp: 11:37

As Fizz says "-ship", Blitzo VERY QUICKLY makes eye contact with Stolas who has a look of panic on his face. Blitzo is seeking VALIDATION from Stolas in this sharp, subtle second of screentime, as if to ask

"Well, ARE we in one?"

And then what happens next...Stolas remains silent, Blitzo's ex joins in to announce how selfish Blitzo was in bed with her, tearing him down further. Stolas stands up like he's going to put a stop to it but then Ozzie notices him and interrogates him about sleeping with Blitzo.

Blitzo looks incredibly ashamed and guilty as Stolas blushes with similar feelings...and hides his face behind his menu; HIS BIGGEST MISTAKE IN THE SERIES SO FAR.

Time Stamp: 12:24

The look on Blitzo's face as he grits his teeth and darts his eyes away basically says

"Yeah, I should have known...boy am I an idiot for trusting him to stand up for me".

(look how SHOCKED he is...wow, this hurts fr ;_;)

This is a silent betrayal on Stolas's part. Afterall, his reputation is on the line, so if he were to defend Blitzo, it confirms they are in fact, dating. He chose his pride over Blitzo and Blitzo is crushed by this betrayal.

Moxxie finishes his song and kisses his wife tenderly. Stolas watches this and also wants to have an affectionate moment with Blitzo (who is rightfully glaring daggers at him) and tries to reach for his hand.

Blitzo rejects his touch and suggests they leave. As they do, Blitzo still looks furious and hurt. Stolas is now realizing how badly he screwed up with a "What have I done?" face (13:41)

He even looks disappointed with himself.

After Blitzo drops Stolas off, he thanks him and tries to smooth over the awkwardness with sweet talk but Blitzo just rolls his eyes in disgust and pulls on his face like "I don't want to hear this bullshit".

He responds coldly and curtly, "Yeah." Stolas makes more suggestions to spend time with him, which just makes him even angrier and he snaps

"I'm not fucking you tonight, okay!

I'm really just..." (14:28)

he pauses to wipe a tear because at this point he can barely hold it together (top notch voice acting and animation directing btw)

"...not in the mood, Stolas."

Stolas still tries to talk him into doing couple things unrelated to sex.

Blitzo's face switches back to anger and frustration because Stolas isn't getting the message so he goes for the blunt tactic;

"Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but YOU wanting ME to fuck you, okay?"

(14:42)

"You make that really clear all the time."

(again his voice sounds like he's about to break down)

"But I-I just can't do it tonight, okay?"

(Finally meets his eye)

"...I'm sorry."

I believe this is code for "I'm sorry we're even in this situation and how your reputation got damaged. " Or, more painfully, "I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment to you".

Stolas replies "Okay" and takes a deep breath to compose himself. They say goodnight and depart.

An important note here is that Stolas calls him "Blitzo" instead of "Blitzy" to show more respect.

As Blitzo zooms away coldly, Stolas looks up at the sky with tears in his eyes, surprised at how much it hurts.

He then sits down with his head in his hands in anguish...because he's getting that

"Oh...no. These feelings are real" epiphany.

And as if this wasn't enough angst, Blitzo collapses onto his couch at home, goes through the memories on his phone and starts sobbing.

I'm going to be real with you; this is the most heart-breaking shit I have ever seen in an adult show of this type. It's also the first time a show of this type got me to cry.

The last six minutes have revealed so much information without spoonfeeding it to the audience because the show RESPECTS its audience.

To recap:

*Blitzo takes Stolas on a first official date to use him

*Stolas is extremely happy about it

*Blitzo gets humilated and looks to Stolas for validation

*Stolas betrays him and breaks his heart

*Blitzo snaps that their relationship is nothing more than lust-driven sex

*Stolas realizes he's actually in love with Blitzo and it's a huge problem because (he believes) that it's unrequited.

*Blitzo breaks down because the ONE person whom he thought would protect him didn't do so.

So these two are convinced that neither one loves the other...while the irony is, it's quite the opposite.

Because if Blitzo REALLY didn't feel anything towards Stolas, he would not have gotten this emotional.

Yes, they are both lonely...but I really don't think that's all there is between them.

So..........we know WHEN they started falling...now the question is why;

I think the answer's quite simple; single-target affection.

It was mentioned in S2 that Stolas and Stella did sleep together ONE TIME...but Stolas didn't enjoy it at all. He is stuck with a wife who hates him so much that she put a HIT on him...and a daughter who thinks he's a loser. Blitzo is pretty much the one person in his life who is able to make him happy. That one small, bright spot. He enjoys the sex with him but he also simply enjoys his company, as shown in Ozzie's episode. He is thrilled to simply talk to him about his day...and do anything else that couples do. They're complete opposites. Stolas is an intellectual but naive and sheltered. Blitzo is poorly educated but cynical and street-smart. Opposites attract...though this is likely more from Stolas's POV than Blitzo's.

In other words, Stolas is into bad boys xD lmao

In Blitzo's case, Stolas is the only character who shows him physical affection which he desperately craves. He's pretty tsundere about it most of the time...but I think he actually does enjoy that attention...especially when he's always getting disrespected by Moxxie and Loona..and quite a lot of people around him. BUT he's too scared to get serious with anyone because of past trauma and he also believes that no one could possibly love him as a person. :(

Reasons I Think This Love is Real

Aside from what I pointed out in the Ozzie's episode...there's quite a lot of evidence, esp from Stolas's POV.

After he realizes he's in love, he goes to Asomodeous for an ALTERNATIVE method for Blitzo to use so they will no longer sleep together. He wants to set Blitzo free. Which means he DOES truly love him because love is about being generous to the other person. He COULD be totally selfish about it but he isn't.

Asomodeous mentions how against love potions he is and Stolas agrees. He thinks that's out of the question.

'Look My Way' music video. Lol I don't have to say anything more.

In S2 E6 OOPS

This exchange at 16:57

Fizz: Seems your taste has gotten more 'regal', lately?

Blitz: Yeah, well unlike you, I fuck who I want WHEN I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole.

Fizz: You coulda fooled me the way Prince was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.

Blitz (gets very defensive) HEY! Stolas only cares about have a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, okay!

It's nothing...(gets hesistant and looks away)...you know...

(Fizz gives him a 'bitch please' look xD)

"it's nothing else."

Fizz: Then why were you even there?

Blitz: OTHER very important reasons of course.

Fizz: Whatever. I don't actually care.

Blitz: Stolas is just a loud, thirsty BITCH!

(Fizz is rolling his eyes again)

Blitz: He loves feeling the thrill of getting dicked by the lower class.

It's a novelty to him.

Fizz: LITERALLY just said I don't care!

Blitz: And then he'll call me and try to see how my day was!

And he'll pretend to care about me and comment on my photos laugh at my jokes...

Fizz: (Smirking) OH! That's definitely your clue right there that it's all bullshit!

Blitz: I KNOW, RIGHT??

Fizz: (Making a 'What in idiot' expression, shaking his head)

Blitz: HE'S JUST A FAKE, PRIVELEDGED ASSHOLE...

Fizz: Sounds like you just hate him for being a prince!

No one (laughs) and I mean NO ONE pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay.

All right. IF ANYONE knows what real love is like, it's Fizzaroli...who is in a very HEALTHY relationship with Asomodeous. He recognizes the signs because he's IN that place. He sees it...and he's annoyed that Blitzo keeps denying it and brushing it off...yet clearly can NOT stop talking about Stolas (amusing irony)

To sum up (this freaking essay lol) 'Stolitz' ABSOLUTELY has the potential to be pure and true...these two just need to communicate...or Stolas has to PROVE to Blitzo that he's serious about his feelings in another way.

There is no doubt that this ship is 100% endgame and is a case of the 'Earn Your Happy Ending' Trope. I look forward to the rest of the journey. Ron is putting my feelings about Stolitz in a perfect phrase:

#shipping #helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #blitzo x stolas #stolas x blitz #vivziepop #animation #man they really have a firm grip on my heart #it's so strange to me lol #OH THE ANGST

[kisskawa]

— touch of you

“you ok?” your question cuts through fuzzy visions and the constant thrum of city noise in the background.

“yeah,” oikawa nods, “i was just-” his arm stills mid air, halfway into a point when he notices the paused tv. “just thinking,” he finishes lamely, biting back the urge to wince at his poor response.

he’s not lying. he was thinking. it’d been a long day and oikawa craved your touch. he’d been hoping you’d angle yourself ever so slightly to the side, giving his head a place to rest on your thighs. or that you’d sink into his side, hugging his arm to anchor yourself from melting completely.

but you didn’t.

and then oikawa’s want turned to guilt, pooling heavy in his stomach as the recognition of his selfishness surfaced. because you’re so kind and caring and you’d let him pick the movie tonight, and it’s taken some time but oikawa had learnt to understand how you love.

you’re not touchy. not one to thoughtlessly trail featherlight fingertips down oikawa’s abdomen or offer open arms mindlessly. instead, your shows of affection are quiet and subtle, barely there displays that seek only to bring oikawa some ease, some warmth.

and despite what you’d expected from someone with such a large presence and commanding nature, oikawa had been nothing but patient and willing and lovely.

he let you set the pace, encouraging smile enticing the actions from you whilst still remaining aware of your boundaries. the first time you’d linked pinkies with him had been after a series of careful brushes of the hand, sending electricity coursing through his veins, heart jolting and singing at once. but rather than let his excitement flood and overwhelm, oikawa had curled his finger around yours, settling for a pleased little grin and holding tight onto that feeling of happiness that always bubbled up when with you.

it’s a feeling you get too, tucked away next to your heart where you keep all things precious - fond memories, kind words and tooru’s smile. it’s a place only he’s familiar with. and it drives you to shift, leg swinging over oikawa’s lap so that your chests are pressed against each other’s.

your confidence is beginning to wane by the time oikawa settles, head dropping into the crook of your neck with a satisfied hum. his arms wrap around your torso, giving you a brief though tight squeeze as if beginning to recharge, as if to say thank you.

oikawa’s happiness spills in an instant. it’s as infectious as ever - at a family gathering, at flattering admiration and praise, at the end of a winning match - and it has your arms travelling upwards, coming to rest across his shoulders and behind his neck.

“what are you thinking about?” you murmur, voice low like you don’t know.

the corners of tooru’s lips peak up. a sign he’s thought of something entirely ridiculous to say.

“you.” it’s also the truth.

you try for a dismissive scoff, it comes out amused instead, dampened by your smile. “you’re awful,” you chide, groaning.

“you love it,” oikawa rallies easily.

“i love you,” you shrug, words flowing like second nature.

“now who’s the awful one?” oikawa beams, nosing your cheek, “the awful, cheesy, corny one.”

“you’re contagious,” you nod seriously, though wriggling threateningly on his lap as he continues to pile on wet, lovesick adjectives. your bluff is silently called, the both of you are fully aware you’d already decided against leaving for a while.

it’s a funny sort of statement, its meaning an insult but lined with all the adoration of a compliment. and it has tooru replacing his stock of sticky, fond words with a declaration of “i love you.” he couldn’t go too long without returning the sentiment after all.

his lips are pressed against your skin in hopes it’ll allow the confession to seep through directly into your heart, “i love you so much, you don’t even know.”

the chuckle that escapes you rumbles through into oikawa’s chest, filling him with joy. “course i do,” you comment matter-of-factly, eyes curving with pride, “i know everything about you, everything about loving you too.”

and tooru can’t help but boldly agree. because it took only a thought and you had found yourself comfy on his lap, wrists looped around his neck to pull him flush against you. it started perhaps slightly rough, actions somewhat rare, and still, greedily tooru thinks all the time in the world with you is too little. for, how could he ever have enough of your touch, of you?

lithe fingers play with the wisps of hair that fall upon his nape, a sly trick you’d long since learnt would make tooru turn boneless in your arms. and all bothersome cares and worries leave his mind.

throat suddenly syrupy thick, tooru replies to your affection with three taps at the base of your spine, just enough pressure to be firm and steady and sure.

you know what they mean too.

#oikawa #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #oikawa scenarios #oikawa drabble #oikawa imagine #oikawa headcanons #oikawa hcs #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru #oikawa tohru #this is sooo sickening and disgusting i love kawa sm

[abitohoney]

So after a recent Big Move™️, I’ve finally gotten my household goods delivered to my new home. WOOT WOOT.

And as I pulled out some baking/muffin pans, I thought

Damn. I’d like to think I’d be rough and tough and a “don’t look at me wrong or I’ll punt your ass over a high-rise” sort of girl boss in the Arcane world.

But realistically all I want is to bake some treats for Sev and Ran. Make sure they’re eating good. Dust off and adjust their collar before they head out on a mission/task or to a meeting or whatever. Pack them little snacks or lunchboxes. Pretend to not be fussy over them since I also have my own work but actually unintentionally show ✨affection✨. Give them a goodbye kith. Be a lil Susie-homemaker in denial.

Also this moonshine is kind of hitting hard send help

OMG congrats on the big move! I still remember my first big move! Exciting (and exhausting)! Hopefully you're past the exhausting part and slipping into chill mode.

Hard same on thinking I'd be a kick ass girl boss in Arcane but really just wanna be Sev and Ran's little Honey homemaker. 🤓

Some silly, cute, fluffy thoughts inspired by this below the cut. SFW believe it or not.

Fussing over them and packing them lil snacks and lunches sounds like a dream! 🤩 Gosh, just imagine packing them both a little paper sack lunch for the first time. They just give you a look like "Seriously? What am I, 8?" Meanwhile you're just smiling at them adoringly.

Maybe they both sit with the rest of Silco's cronies come lunch time. They're already feeling ridiculous carrying they're matching paper sack lunches, but they're just assuming it's gonna be some lame old bologna sandwiches and stale leftover chips from the last Jericho's dinner.

They simultaneously open their bags to pull out not just any old sandwich, rather it's the freshest looking bread they've ever seen, holding equally fresh greens, meats, and cheeses. And best worst of all, you'd used cookie cutters to cut them into heart shapes. Sevika and Ran exchange glances, brows raised. They both set the sandwiches down, behind their bags, hoping to hide them from the rest of the gang, only to pull out more incriminating lunchables. Several slices of pineapple, cut into disgustingly cute little stars. Then comes the veggies, cause of course you made sure their lunches were a complete balance of nutrition. Chubby little baby carrots arranged on a thick homemade hummus in a flower design. One little cherry tomato decorates the center.

The coup de grâce to their humiliation? Custom, tiny cupcakes decorated in bright pink, red, and purple icing and bedazzled with heart shaped sprinkles of the same colors.

Another exchange of glances, cheeks flushed, then eyes averted downward. Neither dare make eye contact with anyone else at the table. Not that any of them would dare to even so much as snicker at Silco's second in command or top assassin. Not if they valued their life.

So Sevika and Ran consume their entirely too cute lunch in silence. It's an uncomfortable one, but deep down, beneath those hard exteriors, their hearts swell with pride and joy. They have someone like you- who cares so much- to so lovingly select, create, and craft the sweetest of lunches. And just for them. ♥️

Sending help ASAP! (It's just me in a box with holes so I can 'help' you finish off that moonshine)

Also, every time you send me something ISTG I get such a strong itch to write my poly Sev x Reader x Ran fic. I will some day. (Still anxiously patiently waiting for your writing too! <3)

#arcane #sevika #Ran #sevika x reader #ran x reader #arcane sevika #arcane ran #arcane sevika x reader #arcane ran x reader #honey writes #honey answers #greatermaguro #greatest maguro #😁

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Chapter 14(?) of "Better late than never"

Soapghost, flights and cartoons.

Sorry for the long wait but I had some real life drama. I hope that this will bring you all some joy as I decided to bring SoapGhost on a little vacation! I mostly focused in this one on a let's say build up for the next chapters but I managed to make them watch cartoons while at it ❤️

Cartoons

The days in the UK were starting to be unbearably hot, so much that day to day life on the base was getting insufferable. Morning jogs weren't bringing him any satisfaction as he was dripping sweat after just a few minutes outside, not even running yet. His usual morning coffee was undrinkable in this weather, even Ghost has ditched his boiling hot tea. 

The only positive of this horrendous weather was that Ghost not only abandoned his drink of choice but also his usual get up. Now Soap had the great pleasure of seeing Ghost's arms every day. Which- dont get him wrong, he knew it sounded lame but with the amount of clothes Ghost usually wears this was a treat.

But even that wasn't salvaging how he felt on base. All he was thinking about now was a vacation, swimming and drinking cold beer.

And remember how he promised Ghost that he’d take him to the beach one day? He was going to make it happen. 

Half of his plan was already done. The easy part which was convincing Price to give him AND Ghost a leave. What was important was that the leave for Ghost was not yet discussed with the man himself because Soap knew that he wouldn't want to take it himself.

Price didn't even raise his eyes from his ashtray when Soap burst into his office with his request.

"...and ah think that a wee break would do us both some good. Si- Ghost will agree if-"

"MacTavish, I signed off on your leave already during your rambling. If you will successfully convince Simon to actually go? Son, I will give you the best box of cigars I own, because that muppet has been postponing his leave for years and I never could convince him.... you though? I believe you can, so good luck." Price waved him off.

Soap let out an amused chuckle. "Thanks, cap."

"Oh and Soap?" Price stopped him before he could get out.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For taking care of him. He is... calmer now, since you are around." Price looked at Soap with that knowing eyes of his.

Soap just stood there for a second, a warm feeling spreading through his chest knowing that maybe he was making a difference for Simon. He allowed himself a gentle smile.

"It's... It's good tae hear. I think he is good for me too, Price."

****

Soap stood before Ghost's bedroom door, mentally getting ready for the conversation. But he set himself a goal and he was going to achieve it, if he has to he will bribe the lieutenant into agreeing.

Deep breath.

He enters.

The doors open just how he expected. Ghost sat on his bed, legs spread out a bit with his elbows perched on his knees. He was reading a book, not raising his eyes from it when Soap entered. He was clearly feeling as hot and miserable as the sergeant did since his balaclava was nowhere to be seen, his hair flowing thanks to the turned on fan.

How Ghost knew every time that it was him who entered the room was beyond him.

"Hm?" Ghost hummed, clearly not having any energy to even lift his head.

"Pack yer things." Soap set on quick and direct approach. No beating around the bush.

And…

 He quickly regretted his choice when he saw how quickly Ghost had whipped his head up to look at him. Worry and a bit of panic visible on his face without the cover.

"Did something happen? Are we getting moved?"

"God, no-"

"Are they moving me?" 

"No, we are fine, Simon. Relax, dear god." Soap sat at the foot of the bed. 

"Then the fuck do you mean, Soap?" Ghost visibly relaxed.

“We have a flight to Scotland in like 3 hours and you really should be already packed.” Johnny said casually. Ghost looked at him like he grew a second head.

“Did Price send us out on a mission that I apparently don’t know about?”

“Yes, mission codename- vacation.” Soap clapped his hands together.

Ghost still looked confused.

“I am taking you on leave, Lt.”

“No, no you don’t.”

“Yes, yes ah do. It’s decided, Price signed on it. Noo c’moan, I will help ya, a’m already packed.”

“What do you mean? I didn’t agree.”

“Yeah, you never do.” Soap opened Ghost’s wardrobe. “I wouldn’t be taking a lot of those hoodies, one is enough just in case.”

Ghost was still sat on the bed. “I am not going, Johnny.”

Soap sighed, turning to Ghost. “Alright, tell me one, one reason fur how come ye don’t wanna go.”

“I don’t do well in public transport and you know it.”

“That’s the dumbest excuse you ever had and yes, you are right. I do, know that.”

“Then-”

“Business class flight- no one will bother yer ass.”

Ghost was slightly taken aback before he came back to his annoyed face. “Well, Glasgow is too… busy for me.”

“Who said we are going to Glasgow? I promised to take you to the beach, remember?”

Ghost averted his eyes and looked to the side. He nodded slightly.

“St Andrews is a wee coastal town. It’s calm there and it’s bloody gorgeous. I planned this Ghost, thought about this a lot. Yer gonna have to try harder.”

“Ok.” Ghost raised his eyes at soap. “I am going to feel useless and fucking awful. Every time I am off base I feel like a piece of shit. Is that enough of an excuse? I don’t belong out there anymore.”

Soap sat next to Ghost again. “Yeah, you don’t belong there by yourself. Ye deserve someone to go with you and spend time with ye.”

“Johnny-”

“I promise you won’t regret it. Fucking pinkie promise.” He held out his little finger to Ghost.

Ghost raised his eyes to the ceiling. “You are something else, MacTavish…”

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

“But I don’t pay for shit.”

Soap laughed and took Simon's hand in his to finally hook their pinkies together. “I promise.”

****

And so their journey to Scotland began.

Soap knew that public airports weren’t Ghost’s favorite thing, probably on the very bottom on that list actually. So he made sure that he booked an early flight and arrived with Ghost at such an hour so they missed the big crowd that would usually gather there.

Of course Ghost being Ghost for the most part was still brooding and it was a nightmare to get through security with him since it was beeping all over. The daft bastard refused to leave his knives so Soap had to stand there and watch Ghost hand over all of the unnecessary metal he had attempted to bring on the flight.

He had an immense urge to slap the lieutenant on the back of his head.

After lots of explanations and Soap’s charm they were allowed on board. Ghost looked surprised when they entered the plane and saw really expensive looking seats, where every one or two seat had its own private “box”. 

Soap read their tickets and showed Ghost a box in the back. Ghost wouldn’t be lying if he said that it was probably the most comfortable and expensive thing he ever sat his ass on. He wondered how first class looked if this was business.

Soap put their luggage on the shelf over their heads and they could finally take a seat.

“Johnny?”

“Yep?” Johnny answered as the pilot’s voice started to soak through the speakers about safety and yada, yada, yada.

“How much did this cost?”

“Don’t worry aboot it. I have some saved money since ah don’t spend a lot from what I get and that's a crakin' occasion tae spend it”

“I would have survived the economy, you didn’t have too.”

“No, ah knew ye would have. But ye wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“I still don’t get why take me then.”

Soap let out an exasperated huff and rolled his eyes. “When will ye get that ah like you near me? It wouldn’t be fun If you stayed on base and I promised you beach.”

 Soap could see Ghost smile gently under his surgical mask and his ears blushed ever so slightly even though he was looking out of the plane’s window at something.

“Where are we even staying?” 

“It’s not a ‘need to know’” The Scot mocked Ghost’s voice and smirked.

“Soap.” Ghost side eyed the Scot.

“Just joking, Lt. Ma’ family has a vacation house there, so at least a’m saving on that.”

Ghost hummed in acknowledgment, but then he squinted and turned his head to the side. 

“Did you tell your family about this?”

“Just my sister. If I told my ma’ she would cut my head off for not spending my leave with them.But I need to relax and not be obliterated with my family being… well my family.” Soap reached into his hand bag in search of something. “Don’t get me wrong- they are lovely. But I would rather spend it with you this time.”

Ghost tried not to think too much about that sentence and its meaning.

“Got it!” Soap pulled out a tablet out of his bag. “The flight won’t be long, but I thought we could watch something.” He opened his saved movies and series. “Fancy a horror?”

“Not really.” Ghost looked at the tablet’s screen.

“Don’t tell me the big, bad Ghost is scared?”

“Have enough horrors on the daily, don’t you think?”

“...Fair. You are right. What about….” He started scrolling through his collection but got stopped by Ghost.

“What’s that?” He pointed at a header with a blue cartoon dog.

“Oh.” Soap chuckled. “I watched it with my niece on my last leave. It was surprisingly really fucking good so I saved it. I watched it a few times after missions- to unwind I suppose. Now you can laugh at me for watching cartoons.”

“I can’t judge- I don’t remember if I ever watched any cartoons.” Ghost sounded a bit distant.

“There is no way ye didn’t have a cartoon ye absolutely loved. Looney Tunes?”

Ghost just shook his head.

“Come on, Scooby-Doo? The Addams family? …You look like an Addams Family guy.”

“No, I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean.” Ghost crossed his arms.

“You- seriously? Nothin’?” 

Ghost shrugged and fixed his eyes on the tablet. “Never had… the luxury as a kid I guess.”

‘Luxury?’ Thought Soap, but decided not to pry. “Ah mean- it’s never too late. We can watch this if ye want.”

“It’s whatever.” ‘I really want to.’

Soap smirked and pressed play on the first episode of Bluey. He plugged in his earphones and passed one to Ghost.

Even though the cable was long enough for them to not sit close, Ghost leaned closer to Johnny and pressed their shoulders together. They both relaxed into the seats as the happy tune of the cartoon started.

Soap fell asleep after the first 15 minutes, probably exhausted by the stress of getting Ghost on the plane. But Simon didn’t and after the first episode came another and another. He didn’t even notice when he rested his head on Johnny’s shoulder and started chuckling at all the things the little dog characters were doing. And if the episodes made him feel a bit jealous or sad because he never got to experience half of the love those characters were showing to one another it was only for a second. Because he got one glance at the man resting his head against his own, his face relaxed, crow feet visible at the corners of his eyes and he thought. “Yeah, maybe it’s really never too late.” 

I want to thank all my beta readers from Twitter especially Hel and I am looking forward to reading your comments ☺️

#soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #cod #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #soap cod #cod modern warfare #soap mctavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #soft simon riley #soft ghost #ghostsoap fluff #ghostsoap fanfic #bltn soapghost fic #Yet to be bete readed and edited so expect thattttt

[clumsiestgiantess]

Imagine if you will:

A giant who’s grown up around people who are afraid of them.  They have to be extremely cautious and gentle with every movement just to keep people from fleeing in terror when they get close.  Whenever someone sticks around longer than a few minutes, they become hopelessly attached to said person simply because they’ve stayed long enough to properly interact with.  As more and more people quickly come and go without a second glance, they get heartbroken over and over again.  Desperate for someone to trust them, they repress who they are and act as lame and helpless as possible.  They always make an effort to be extra aware of every little thing because no one ever stays longer than they have to, and of course it’s all the giant’s fault.

A tiny who’s had it rough as long as they can remember.  Every day’s a battle, figuratively but mostly literally.  They’ve fought tooth and claw for every single thing they’ve ever owned or accomplished, thus they treasure everything with over-aggression.  By now, any new person they come across is met with hostility due to the sheer amount of betrayals and backstabbing they’ve been through.  Nothing seems to go their way and no one wants them around.  They desperately want someone to trust just to have a bit of help, but no one trusts them because they’re always so hostile.  All that’s left of their life is a vicious cycle of distrust and longing.

Cue the first meeting:

Either the tiny’s fearlessness or desperation has led them to the giant.  Someone vindictive might be coming after them and they stumble across the giant while hiding in the woods.  Maybe they’re tired and just want to end it all.  When they do find the giant, they’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of aggression they’d probably have to exert just to be listened to, nevermind respected, by such a large being.  

Meanwhile, the giant is overjoyed by the fact that someone decided to stay for a whole 3 minutes.  They heap everything they’ve ever learned about pacifying people into their words and actions, speaking softly, giving plenty of space, and offering up the gentlest of assurances.  When they notice the tiny acting aggressively towards them, they ensure them that they’re a friend, so long as the tiny will be a friend to them.

Once the offer of friendship registers in the tiny’s head, it absolutely breaks the tiny.  They’ve never witnessed someone be this kindhearted, especially to them, and especially after they’ve been so hostile.  They can’t even fathom being that trusting and gentle.  It wasn’t taught; it certainly wasn’t practiced — not where they’re from; not where they’ve been.  It’s all so much, and they’ve always wanted someone who was willing to be kind to them.

The tiny’s breakdown then proceeds to break the giant.  They’re so used to people crying in fear of them, not in relief or joy.  They keep double triple checking that the tiny isn’t scared, but they insist they’re alright, better than ever, even.  The tiny is eager to be friends with them.  This is mindblowing to the giant.  At best people tolerate being around them.  People certainly aren’t willing to come back for visits like the tiny insists on doing every other day.

Relief floods through both tiny and giant now that they’ve found someone willing to befriend and trust them as they are.

Over time, the giant will learn bravery.  They learn to speak up and tell people their side of the story rather than rolling over and trying to please everyone they come across.  They’re finally able to articulate that it hurts to be cast out and feared when they’ve done nothing wrong.  People understand them much better, and the giant gains a few new friends.  No one’s ever been as brave as their tiny, though.

Over time, the tiny will learn kindness.  People stop finding it hard to trust them, now that they’ve learned that neutralizing a threat doesn’t always mean becoming a bigger threat yourself.  Some even offer apologies for their harsh judgment prior to knowing them.  The tiny even gets their first gift — something they’ve earned without having to scream and fight for it.  No one’s ever been as kind as their giant, though.

Idk where I was going with this, but basically giant pacifist X tiny threat, only they learn from eachother.

#another late night g/t thought #g/t #giant tiny

[dinsdjrn]

i'll be gone, you'll be gone | j. miller | 2.1k

part of: devils we know

joel miller x f!reader

summary: part of 'devils we know': a series of stand-alones | a close call sends joel into a spiral, a hard conversation leaves everything on the table. [wc: 2.1k]

content warnings: 18+, mature themes, angst adjacent, hurt/comfort, talks of death, anxious!joel, (minor) injury, existentialism, poorly written/poorly edited.

timeline order | previous part | next part

💌 a/n: oh you wanted me to throw you right into a turning point in their relationship... here we are! tysm for all the love and support on this series. as always follows the same reader and joel through the pivotal points in their relationship, but can be read as a standalone. inspo: 'If We Were Vampires' by Jason Isbell

The fragile heart you protected for so long

Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong

Hope is fragile and needs to be nurtured. It can heal all wounds and tear them open anew. Hope isn’t something that is far and few between, if it was, you wouldn’t be here. For a long time is was masked as the fear of death, but it forced you to survive. Now, it is the driving force that keeps you alive, hope that you’ll live to see the day the world finds itself again. 

Hope breeds love and gentleness in an unforgiving world. Hope is something you found in Joel and Joel found in Ellie. You had so much love and hope for your little family you had formed. For the first time in years real joy, love, promise of a future and a family healed your wounded soul. 

You had only just begun building this domestic life with Joel and Ellie in Jackson. You weren’t in the dark to the hardships they had faced, but you accepted that you may never know all the details. Everyone in Jackson knows loss, but they’ve also learned how to heal. To start again. 

You and Joel were immediately drawn to one another, you knew it as soon as he took residence in Jackson. At first, you hesitated to accept his affections; having gone through so much to get to Jackson. You had a fragile heart you spent years learning how to protect. Slowly, piece by piece, Joel brought your walls down. You healed each other in places you didn’t know were broken. 

You and Joel had been together, officially, for a few months. You kept each other warm through the early spring and summer had finally settled on Jackson. The days were hot and long but as the sun set and a warmth clung in the air not willing to let go of the heat of the day, you felt comfort and peace. 

Today was not like any other day you had in a long time. Today scared you, today reminded you how fleeting time is and how careful you have to be. 

Maybe time running out is a gift

I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift

And give you every second I can find

“Joel… please, I am fine.” You huffed as he began fussing to the medic. 

“Ending up here means you were not okay!” He rubbed his hand across his chin and sighed. 

He stopped pacing and sat next to you putting his hands in yours. 

“It’s just when they said they were bringing you back to medical, I didn’t-“ he paused, “I didn’t know if you were going to be okay. I was just scared I was goin’ to lose you too.”

You sighed at his reaction. You knew going to the medical centre would cause Joel to have a full on panic, but it was procedure. 

You were never one to go one patrol, you were comfortable with it, but you were usually stationed in the barn. Horses are what you knew best before the outbreak and arriving in Jackson it was your biggest asset. This was supposed to be a safe perimeter patrol so you could monitor the progress of a gelding recovering from lameness due to cellulitis around his coffin joint.

It was supposed to be simple; go out for the morning patrol, get the horse, Blues, to do more than loping and trotting. Go home and assess the next steps. Instead you, of course, went on a patrol that had the first sign of intrusion in months. Across the river a gunshot rang out agitating Blues. You did your best to calm him down and get him to relax, but as soon as the second shot rang closer he threw you from his back. You had been on top of a fairly rocky hill and Blues wasn’t by any means a small horse. When you fell you landed on your back and hit your head in the process. 

The members of your patrol immediately came to your aid and you had been slightly confused. You swore to them you were okay once you had come to, but procedure required you ride back and get checked by medical. One patrol member, Derek, returned you and Blues to Jackson while the others went to find the source of the gunshots. You knew this is what you had to do. Head injuries were no joke, and it was better to be safe, you would just have to talk Joel down. Calm the storm that would fester and make home to his anxiety.

You don’t blame him, he was scared of losing people he cared about. His own memories often betrayed him, assuming the worst was his only way to cope. 

“Joel, I need you to look at me,” You spoke softly. 

He slowly raised his head, eyes meeting yours. 

You reached and softly touched his cheek, he leaned into your touch.

“I am okay, I fell. A few bumps and bruises, but I’ll be perfectly fine in a few days.” You gave him a soft smile. 

This side of Joel was rare for anyone but you and Ellie. He was closed off and cold until he let you in. Once you were in there was no part of your soul he didn’t take up residence. He was a good man, a great father and a survivor above all else. 

“Can we get outta here? I can’t fuckin’ breathe.” He was gruff again as soon as the medic came in. 

“Yeah, of course,” the medic, Jane, replied. “Just take it easy alright? You’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow.” 

“Thanks,” You smiled. You had already felt extremely sore and you were not looking forward to having to wake up every few hours throughout the night. 

With his hand in yours you left the medical centre and made you way to the barn. All you wanted to do was lay down, but you knew you had to talk to Joel. Make sure he was okay. 

It's not the way you talk me off the roof

Your questions like directions to the truth

“Joel, you alright?” You asked taking a seat on the steps that led to your little dwelling unit. 

He gave you a small smile and stood in front of you. It was early afternoon at this point and he looked exhausted. You’re sure waves of anxiety were hitting him over and over again. He was just trying to keep his head above water. 

“Joel..” You pressed on. Bringing him out of his thoughts and back to you.

“You don’t understand. I told them you didn’t need to go on patrol.” He sounded frustrated. 

“Hey,” you whispered, “It wasn’t up to you. And I’m still right here.” 

“But what if one day you’re not?” His voice broke.

His pain evident on his face, he was reliving every loss he has ever experienced. From Sarah, to Tess, being in arms length of losing Ellie. You could see that his mind was sinking letting the ‘what if’s?’ win.

“Then I would have fallen to the curse of living, just like everybody else. It’s okay to be scared, I’m terrified. Everyday I wake up and take breath not knowing what’s going to happen next, and that makes life so beautiful. Not knowing how brief my time will be.”

Your voice quieted to a whisper

“There’s not enough time in the world for me and you, Joel. Today just gave us a taste of that. So, let’s go lay down. Hold me and don’t let me go, okay?”

For a moment you saw his features relax. He nodded, needing rest equally as much as you. 

It's not your hands searching slow in the dark

Or your nails leaving love's watermark

By the time you had woken up the sun peeking in through the window had turned gold and you knew it was the early hours of the evening. Joels arm was draped over you, your back pressing into him, using his arm as a pillow. He was drawing a pattern on your bicep and you sighed softly. 

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he whispered kissing you on the forehead. 

“There is nothing to be sorry for, Joel,” you voice still rasped with sleep. 

He hummed at you. You stretched your shoulders slightly and began to sit up. Your bladder betraying a slow evening in bed with Joel. 

When you had finished in the bathroom, you noticed Joel had moved to the couch. There was a small cloth wrapping on the table. 

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Take a look,” He nodded toward the item. 

You picked it up and placed in in your lap as you sat next to Joel. His arm reached around your shoulders. The other resting on a throw pillow. His leg was crossed over his knee. He looked much more relaxed than he had earlier when he was on the edge of full blow panic. 

You began to unfold the small towel that wrapped the present. It revealed a large golden tulip claw clip. It had clearly been quite the piece in its prime, the pink of the tulip had since faded. The spring and some of the fake gold had rusted, but it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. You felt your heart swell and tears began to well in your eyes. 

“Oh Joel,” your voice soft. “It’s so beautiful.” 

“I’ve, uh, been holding onto that for a few weeks. You said tulips were your favourite. Felt like the right time to give it to you.”

You leaned over and kissed him softly and slowly. You had no idea he hung onto your favourite flower. You had mentioned it once earlier in the spring. You had said they were your favourite because they were the first flower to both come and go. There was beauty in their brevity. You never expected Joel to remember such a small detail. Yet here you were, with a tulip clip in hand and a man you were certain you loved beside you. 

If we were vampires and death was a joke

We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke

And laugh at all the lovers and their plans

“Hey, I have a question for you?” He asked. 

“Yeah, shoot.” You shot him a slightly confused glance. 

“Are you scared to die?” He asked softly, as if his words would send a dagger through you. 

“Of course, Joel.” You started. “I’m sorry if I made you believe otherwise.” 

“It’s just…” He shifted uncomfortably. “You didn’t seem scared earlier, and I’m fucking terrified.” 

“Well, it just,” You sighed trying to find the right words. “We don’t get forever, Joel. If we did we’d be less inclined to love so fiercely.”

You studied him, expression softening at your confession. He looked at you expectantly as if to carry-on with your train of thought. 

I hope it isn't me who's left behind

It's knowing that this can't go on forever

Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone

“Am I scared to die? Of course, I’m terrified. But to know that our time together is finite, and yet we will still choose and love each other, that makes it worth living. I will die knowing how fully I lived my life. God, I hope that it isn’t any time soon, but if it is, I was loved.”

He sighed, “I just hope I wouldn’t get left behind.” 

You smiled softly, the room had grown darker, and with it Joels features softer. 

“Just know that… that, I love you,” You admitted. 

“Always.” He hadn’t said it back. 

It squeezed at your heart that he hadn’t said he loved you in return. It would make it all too real for him. Today had already done that, in due time, he would find the courage. For now, his concern and need to be close to you would have to be enough to satisfy. There was more ways to love than words, and you had learned that with Joel. 

You kissed him softly, your lips brushing his. He took your face in his hands and put everything he couldn’t bring himself to say into the kiss you shared. He needed this to be enough for you, his desperation was present in the way his lips moved against yours. Any hope that he had for you two was carefully placed in this moment, and you felt it. 

You broke apart foreheads resting on one another. The space between you full of all the words you couldn’t bring yourselves to speak. 

It was enough for you to hope.

Maybe we'll get forty years together

But one day I'll be gone

One day you'll be gone. 

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[avenirdelight]

A Little Celebration

Marcus Rashford

She asks Marcus to do a little celebration for her when he scores at the world cup. [Requested]

“Would you do a celebration for me when you score at the world cup?”

Marcus paused on his track. He had just gotten some socks from the wardrobe and was about to put it on the suitcase that he had laid out on the bed. He was packing for the world cup, he was going to leave in a few days.

“‘When’? I think you meant ‘if’. ‘If’ I score at the world cup,” Marcus answered, looking up at her, who was sitting on the bed, watching a match on the TV that she had put on.

“Nah, I’m gonna say ‘when’. I’m manifesting. Also, I just know you’re gonna score.”

Marcus stuffed the socks on the little space he had left on the suitcase and proceeded to lock the straps. “Like I’ve been saying, I’m just gonna try to do my best.”

“But let’s say… You score a goal,” she insisted. “What celebration are you gonna do?”

She turned to him and instantly met his eyes because he was already looking at her. Marcus huffed and put his hands on his waist. He looked like he was thinking.

Marcus certainly didn’t want to hope for too much. Of course he was going to try to score goals, it was his role on the squad, to bring the ball forward and score goals. But, hey, if by the end of this campaign he only ended up with an assist or two, he’d be okay with that. It wasn’t like he was not ambitious or didn’t have personal goals he wanted to achieve. He just thought that the team was the main focus and it would be better for him to start from there.

“I don’t know… Make a heart and point it at you?”

She scoffed. “That’s incredibly lame,” she commented. “Be creative.”

“Celebrations are spontaneous sometimes.” Marcus shrugged and walked to the nearby nightstand where he had put his phone on. “The more important thing is figuring out how I’m gonna make myself useful for the team and get myself on that pitch.”

“Fine. But promise me you’ll do a celebration for me when you score?”

Marcus’ eyes scanned the list that he had on his phone. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I promise.” She had a grin on her face when Marcus looked up at her again, clearly satisfied that she had gotten what she wanted. Marcus rolled her eyes because he’d let her win. “Now can you help me find my jumper? The white one I wore when we went to my mum’s last week? I can’t find it anywhere,” he asked. She excitedly stood up from the bed and went straight to the wardrobe.

“I swear to God, Marcus, if I find it in thirty seconds…” He heard her trail off. Marcus let out a sigh and found himself smiling.

That lady he was going to marry could be annoying sometimes, and it’s annoyingly cute. But he knew, when he scored a goal at the world cup, she’d be the first person he would think of.

—

The stadium erupted again with cheers and screams of joy from the England supporters. She jumped and clapped, immediately feeling tears welling up in her eyes. If you ask her to describe the happiness and the proud feeling that were taking over her right now, she wouldn’t be able to put it into words. Marcus had just scored his second goal in this match, third goal for him so far in the tournament.

“Oh, he’s fantastic! Two goals! Two!” Naomi, her friend who was standing behind her, exclaimed as she kept clapping too. But she couldn’t even respond because she was busy taking deep breaths, trying to keep the tears from falling.

Marcus was down there surrounded by his teammates. They were all taking turns to hug him, probably telling him that he’d done a good job. Jude took the last turn, gave Marcus a big hug and a big smile, before leaving Marcus alone. That was when Marcus looked up to the stands. He immediately found her and pointed his finger at her.

“He’s looking at you! He’s pointing at you!” Naomi stated the obvious, patting her on her shoulder.

She gave Marcus two thumbs up and a proud smile, she hoped Marcus noticed that. He walked a little bit closer and she was wondering what he was going to do because he was supposed to go back in position and resume the game.

But then Marcus kneeled on one knee. And with both hands, he made a gesture like he was opening a ring box. Her stomach flipped, and it felt like the air was sucked out of her lungs. Both her hands went to her chest as she choked up, her heart was beating fast. That was the celebration she’d asked from him. She didn’t know whether he had prepared for it or he had done it spontaneously, but he succeeded at making the butterflies in her stomach go crazy.

He was proposing to her. Again. And spontaneously, she nodded her head as if she was accepting his proposal. She held her hand up and flashed him the ring as they both shared a smile. Marcus punched a fist in the air and said ‘yes!’ before quickly standing up and laughing. Marcus sent her a flying kiss before he turned around and walked back to the pitch.

“What does that even mean?” A confused-looking Naomi asked.

“I asked him to do a little celebration. And he just did that…” She explained, dabbing her fingers on the corner of her eyes since a little bit of tears had escaped. “Oh, God, Naomi, I’m really going to marry him.”

“Yes! You’re a lucky one, you!” Naomi wrapped her arms around her and gave her a tight side-hug.

She sat down as she felt her legs giving out, the joy was almost overwhelming. She looked down at her ring. Memories from that night he proposed to her flashed in her mind, and once again made the butterflies in her stomach fly.

The match continued and she watched on with a smile that she couldn’t seem to erase from her face. She couldn’t wait for the match to be over, so she could give Marcus the biggest hug, a kiss, and tell him how proud she was of him.

—

all love for our boyfriend mr marcus rashford mbe<3

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[callmemrskenway]

Headcanons about Macaque with an S/O who does shadow puppets with their hands to make him laugh? Like they spot him in his shadow form and make shapes as close to him as they can without interfering with him. Things like "Watch out sugarplum! A hawk is attacking!" "This shadow dog is gonna sniff out the sweetest monkey in the world. Look at that, they found him!" "Heheh it's my honey with a bunny. If I had free hands I'd take a picture." I just need some fluff lol

- THIS IS SO SWEET!? WHAT!?

- Macaque is a very broody individual but with good reason, and I imagine that someone like him doesn't exactly laugh a lot unless he's teasing an enemy or mocking them and rubbing it in their faces.

- So when you're researching on Wikihow to make the best damn shadow puppets ever to give him a bit of joy! But you were also semi-terrified to do it because what if he got annoyed by it or thought it was weird?

- And it took a while but eventually you got the hang of it! So now time to show off your skills to your beloved Macaque!

- He rarely becomes a shadow with you, unless he's planning to playfully startle you or he's too far away so he sends his shadow to talk to you to cheer him up and keep you company. So for whatever reason, he slips underneath the tiny space underneath the floor and your door to your room, which you kept dimly lit for him but he inspected the room and you weren't anywhere in sight.

- "Look out, here comes the love bunny!"

- And he sees next to him is just a shadow puppets of a bunny. When he looks around again, you're sitting on your bed with your hands in front of your bedroom lamp.

- "I love you!" You said, making a funny voice for your "love bunny" and Macaque just kinda stares at you (at least you think he is, its hard to tell when he's in that form) and you get worried that he found this dumb but then a smile blooms on his face.

- "The love bunny had me worried for a second. I didn't see you right away."

- "I, well, I wanted to surprise you! Which...sounds really lame now that I said that outloud-"

- He is very quick to assure you that he finds it cute, which gives you a confidence boost.

- "Another reason I was hiding was because of the hawk."

- "What hawk-"

- And then you loudly and dramatically scream: "CAW! CAW!" as you turn your love bunny into a hawk. He chuckles at the sight, "Hey, that was pretty good! You must've really been practicing."

- You entertain him with little shows, now. He also finds it endearing how you always make sure that your shadow puppets never get too close to him but also, how you let him interact with him.

- Like a little shadow bunny walks up to him and he gently "pets" it and you make it's ears wiggle in happiness as you say in your little rabbit voice, "YAY!"

- You make elephants who trumpets happily and swings its trunk around. You create a sneaky panther. And you know how to apply his sense of comedy whether it be a corny lovey-dovey joke or a super dark one (there is no in between for him), he's absolutely loving this.

- When he shows up in person, whether he was handling business or something, he absolutely will give you the same welcome home cuddles but now he wants to help you with your shadow puppets or sit next to you as you two make your own little skits or you're both trying to make a super complex shadow animal.

- Like you're sitting on his lap, your hands interlocked but never too far from one another, and sometimes if you have your arms raised for a shadow puppet thing, HE WILL TAKE THAT OPPURTUNITY TO TICKLE YOU EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS YOU HATE IT.

- Overall, he loves this and he loves you so much. Like, you're the absolute light of his life and he literally looks forward to your little shadow plays and funny moments and sometimes he'll become a shadow on the wall and mess around with them too, and you're always more than happy to make him be the star of the show!

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[dabiscrustyfeet]

Hi, I really liked what you wrote. Can you do the reaction of the brothers when they learn that their children are harassed because of his half human blood? The little one didn't want to say anything, ashamed of being weak when they were their children.

Awww this is such a cute post thank u for requesting my love

(Im so sorry it took so long)

The sins find out their kid was harassed because they have half human blood

Lucifer

First of all

How dare people harass his child

No seriously – you have a death wish

Second of all

His child ain’t weak just because they have half human blood

They are stronger than most demons mkay

So y’all hurting them is 1: a death wish 2: idiocy and 3: he will tell his child to beat yo ass once they get a grip of their power

So when his kid comes to him looking upset – oh he knows and he’s not happy

The kiddo was about to say some lame ass excuse and he cuts them off

‘You know you’re not weak right? You’re still young, your power will grow, okay dear?’

As soon as his kid says ‘aren’t you ashamed that i couldn’t defend myself ?’

Bruh– he’s looking at his kid like 👁👄👁

He’s offended– you think he’s ashamed?

Staring at his kid like they grew three heads

‘No i am not ashamed’ honestly said it with so much finality you’d have thought he was in an argument

Obviously he needs to make his kid feel better so [insert very soft dad lucifer comforting his child]

And when the his pride and joy [his kid, if you didn’t realise] fell asleep

He decided to ready the not so secret torture chamber in the basement

He had a few guests coming over

Mammon

Oof- i feel sorry for whoever hurt this mans kid

First off, mammon has a soft spot for kids; he has a nine year old to look after and pays child support for and he absolutely adores luke

Second off, you thought lucifer and beel were scary when it comes to protecting their family if someone hurt them

Well, mammon is terrifying

So, mammon is minding his business, ya know, doing things the avatar of greed does

And his kid has come home and goes straight to their room

And mammon was kinda hyper fixated on some shit, so obviously, levi pops in the guys room and tells him his kid is home

Now you have mammon running to his kid to ask them about their day

And he hears them sobbing, face down on their bed Disney style

Now mammon is very concerned

‘Whats wrong?’ He asked his kid

They kinda cry harder, so mammon holds them close, as he did with his brothers once

Once they calm down they tell mams what happened and they’ve been hurt and they think he’s ashamed

He pretty much shuts down the idea just like lucifer has cuz uno: he loves his kid dos: he ain’t ashamed , and he loves them and tres: they’re his kid, so they will be powerful in due time

You and i both know that mammon is the best at controlling his anger, and he’d rather comfort his child than commit a felony

But don’t you think he forgotten oh no he hasn’t

After a few days of regaining the child’s happiness, and they are better than ever

Thats when he strikes

With the help of his crows, he manages to locate them bitches who put the idea that his kid is weak cuz they have half human blood in their head

And lets say that those hoes are now resting in pieces

There is a reason why mammon is the second strongest avatar

Do not underestimate his power

Leviathan

Levi was watching tsl for the umpteenth time

Annd he got bored, so he decided to see if his kid was back home

He likes watching anime with them, i mean it does get boring alone sometimes

He saw them walk out the door, and he ran to ask if they wanna play a game or something

And his kid be like ‘🥲 sure’

Levi is bamboozled and would like an explanation

He wants to know why they look like that

Like who hurt you? Why you upset 🤨

The kid tries to lie or some shit

Babes. Levi is the grand admiral for a reason

🎶Why you lying why you always lying🎶

Once he got the truth out of his kid this mans envy comes out

‘Its not fair, they shouldn’t treat you like this– don’t they know that you’re my kid? How dare they hurt you?!’

And now he’s holding his kid close to him : a way to prevent him from flooding the house

Which also meant that he unknowingly turned into his demon form, meaning his tail is also hugging his kid

I mean what else do you expect with a tail get your head out the gutter

Now once he calmed down, he reassured his kid that ‘these fucktards were jealous of you, that you are powerful and who cares if youve got half human blood?🤨 you can still beat their asses no problem’

He’s out here making them think of all the things they could do to those harassers once their power increases

Unfortunately this kid also does watch whatever anime they have over there with levi, meaning they are cultured

They read and watched death note, so now we have a little light yagami waiting for their power to awaken

Levi doesn’t have to do much to the harassers really

You thought Lotan was huge?

The Leviathan makes Lotan look like a butterfly

Satan

Oh satan, satan, satan

Damn

I don’t even know what to say

This man was doing his daily things

Read a book, check on the cats, read a book, check on the cats, go to the cat cafe, read a book

You get the point

Satan is already a whole menace on his own

Imagine him and his kid together

They wreck shit together, be cynical together, prank lucifer together, hunt down assholes together

They’re basically best friends

This kid, being a lot like satan, doesn’t cry easily

So imagine the shock when satan comes home from petting some stray cats

His menace of child- crying while reading a book

So he asks them whats the matter

‘Who do i need to defenestrate?’

So kid is like ‘ah no nothing is wrong this book is just sad’

Decent excuse that satan actually bought

So he decides to sit with them to comfort them, yanno

Sometimes books can be depressing

Until he reads the front cover

Which reads ‘Heidi’

Sure some parts are sad, but boi it is not enough for you to cry

So he’s a little confused

‘Are you lying?’

‘No’ they say while not giving eye contact

Lies.

How does he know?

He just does

‘You’re lying. What happened ?’

Obviously, they end up fessing up how they feel like satan is ashamed and how they are weak cuz of the human blood in them

Cue angry satan noises

Like levi, he got mad for his kid

You know them little book towers in his room

That shit went tumbling down

Hoes very mad

So ✨reassurance time✨

After the child is happy, feeling better, he goes on a rampage

Massive rampage

He uses his connections and all

Made use of everything he has

Some point he roped lucifer’s own connections in

Nobody can escape the wrath of Satan

Asmodeus

The last thing anyone should be doing is insulting his kid

Ik his child is taught self love from a young age

Anyone who tries to make his kid self loathe ends up on the blacklist

Asmo’s kid is obviously real confident in almost everything

So imagine the shock of asmo when he sees his kid bawling their eyes out with a tub of ice cream in their lap

Now this kid normally cries dramatically and makes it known

But they hid away in asmos room, all is not well.

We now have an avatar of sin fretting over his kid, wiping tears and shit ya know

And asks what the matter is

So when asmo hears what comes out of his kids mouth, he goes haywire

About to go crazy

But keeps it in

Asmodeus inhales and exhales, to calm himself down

‘Darling, your my child, and you are a thousand times more powerful than those idiots. How about we have a bath and watch some movies, hmm?’

Is what he says

Since his kid absolutely hates violence (they find it a waste of time) , he cant really say what he about to do

So he decides to leave the matter till later and chooses to comfort the kid ( while also finding out about who made his kid upset)

And asmo manages to locate them hoes who hurt his kid

He may not like getting his hands dirty but he sure as hell will do it for his child

He is a ruler of hell after all

Beelzebub

Whoever hurt this mans kid is daft

Anyways

His child was found outside gardening

And beel was passing by till he hears his child speaking to the plants

‘Maybe they think that will make the plants grow, cute’

Or so he thought

My guy came closer and heard the poor kid crying to the plants saying shit like ‘im a disgrace’

So he scoops them up in his arms and holds them close.

He decides to distract them and calm them down, drink some water and the cookie he had ( he trying his best)

Among the things that he shows the child is his demon form

The child was always fascinated with the sound of his wings

The soft buzz of his wings calmed them down, and their cheeks was stuffed of the cookies, looking very much like a hamster

Beel asks them of why they were crying and it turns out that they thought he was ashamed of them being a half blood

Which is an idea that ya boy shut down completely

We all know that beel is quite blunt with what he says, and so he asked them who put the idea in his head

When the tell him the kids names, he quite frankly says ‘they don’t amount to anything if they find happiness in hurting others feelings - don’t think much of them too much okay, they wont bother you anymore’

Damn right they didnt

Because they were dead

What can i say? His stomach is bottomless pit, he may as well make use of it

Belphegor

Now, why would you do that?

What possessed you to target Belphegor’s child?

The kid of the homicidal maniac

The kid of the man who is insane

The kid of a guy who strangled you

Clearly you haven’t thought this through

So the child is up in the attic, in a corner, sulking

We all know that belphie has problems, but these problems are set aside to see what is going on with his kid

Belphegor just sits there, next to the child, and pulls them to his lap, stroking the kids hair-hes being very wholesome at the moment

After a few minutes, the kid has their tension eased from their shoulders, feeling very calm after all

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ is what belphie asks

He knew the second the kid stilled in his lap something has happened

Surprisingly, he tries to coax the kid into telling him what happened, but like also saying they don’t need to tell him if they don’t want to

We all know he a nosy prick and he definitely wants to know

The second he finds out, the temperature in the attic drops

However, he acts like all is well and continues humming a lullaby to his kid

If the lullaby was a sleeping spell in disguise, the child will never know

After the kid falls asleep and belphie tucks them to bed, he leaves the room and decides to take a stroll outside to calm his nerves

Once he felt very calm he decides to go back home

Lets say his efforts of trying not to cause murder went down the drain

Why, you may ask?

Its because he saw them dudes who thought they could make his kid feel bad about themselves

Now, I like to think belphegor has some sort of hypnotic power, whether to immobilise someone or to make them sleep, he has it

His voice is soft and sweet, a melody of its own kind

The people seem to answer; their bodies moving towards an alleyway, eyes glazed over

Belphegor stalks by, and the song he sings starts increasing in tempo, danger screams in the hearts of the hypnotised demons

The melody stops to an abrupt halt

The demons wake up from what they thought was a slumber, and they see-

They see the avatar of sloth looming over them, in all his glory

They do not what they have done to invoke the wrath of the youngest

…

They are liars

They knew whose child that was, yet they didn’t care for the whispers of disbelief around them, nor did they care for the consequences

So, now they, the demons, pressed against the wall of the dark alleyway, lay there

Eyes glazed over, hands squeezing their necks, living through their worst nightmares

Those whispers of disbelief these unfortunate demons heard were warnings

The Avatar of Sloth, who looking down on the with pure ecstasy, is truly a monster

Why??

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #omswd #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[keiphoria]

we’re gonna rattle this ghost town

featuring: hitoka yachi x (implied black) fem reader

explicit track: no

producer's notes: hi! this…is actually for a collab from like a year ago 🫣 but i got depressed, sewww…i don’t think there’s a big audience for yachi content outside of myself but i hope ppl enjoy this anyway! special thank u to my dear darling star for being my second set of eyes 🫶🏽

A strange chill ran down Hitoka Yachi’s spine as she sat in the courtyard under a familiar oak tree, the warm summer breeze whipping loose strands of blonde hair around her face. She didn’t bother to anxiously retie her ponytail for the third time in about six minutes; instead, she continued to wait for you.

This summer had been fun, much to her surprise. She’d expected staying on campus to be pretty boring, but it was a small price to pay for not having to pack up all her shit and lug it all the way home just to come back in a few months. Plus, she’d gotten a job helping out at a daycare on the beach nearby, so she had quite a bit of spending money saved up for the semester. She ended up really enjoying herself looking after the children, taking great joy in the little seashells and smooth rocks they would offer up to “Miss ‘Toka,” as they liked to call her.

…and she had met you.

Yachi sighs as she leans back against the tree’s trunk, her eyes slipping shut as she fondly recalls your summer together.

Things had begun harmlessly enough. Hitoka had been humming as she shuffled into the girls’ showers, a song from the latest Disney movie stuck in her head. She was just about ready to properly sing it to herself when she heard a voice from a stall. 

“Hey,” she’d heard, “do you have an extra towel? I think I dropped mine in the hall. I can wash it and return it later, but…it’s pretty dire.”

To this day, Hitoka can’t remember seeing a towel in the hallway. Whether you’d just said it as a conversation starter, or if cleaning had just been passing through and gathered the item before she could even see it, she still wasn’t sure. (She was willing to bet it was the latter, though. You took long showers, much to her dismay when the two of you were trying to get ready for a night out. Who knows how long you had been in the stall before she had come in? The poor cleaning crew had probably picked up your towel an hour and a half prior to your meeting.) But she had given you her towel and hurried back to her room to grab a new one. When she came back, you were already gone.

She’d been a little miffed, honestly. It was just a Target bath towel, sure, but she liked those towels. They were really soft, and they were the pretty shade of blue her mother had always said made her skin glow healthily. She couldn’t believe she let some random girl steal her towel.

She finished her shower—still humming that damn Disney song, mind you—and returned to her room, but no sooner had she shut her door than a frantic knocking began against the thick wood.

She had opened the door to find you, a shy smile on your face as you presented her with a fluffy yellow towel.

“So,” you said sheepishly, shifting your weight from foot to foot, “I’m actually out of laundry detergent right now. I won’t be able to head into town to get some for a few more days. So for now, I figured I’d give you one of my towels.”

Yachi had squinted at you suspiciously.

“How’d you find my dorm?”

Your smile widened, and Yachi found herself surprised at the soft giggle you let out. 

“Your name’s embroidered on your towels, and it’s on your whiteboard out here. It wasn’t too hard.”

She remembers how humiliated she’d felt—leave it to her overprotective mother to embarrass her by doing something like embroidering her name on a damn towel without her noticing. But as she muttered a weak apology for something so lame, she couldn’t help but notice the way you had smiled at her, shaking your head as you insisted it was really sweet. 

A gentle smile sneaks its way onto Hitoka’s lips as she opens her eyes again, the memory of your meeting setting off the butterflies in the pit of her stomach that she’d grown all too familiar with since the beginning of the summer. 

She felt a little ridiculous, honestly. It felt rather juvenile to have a silly crush like this, complete with all of the butterflies and stumbling over her words when you were around. It felt even more ridiculous when she considered your relationship…or lack thereof. In fact, Hitoka was convinced that she was making a grave mistake as she waited for you in the shade of the massive oak tree, ready to confess her feelings towards you—even if she was sure it would mean the end of your friendship.

It would destroy her, really, losing you. She’d grown fond of your presence, however she could enjoy it. But there were so many things that had happened between the two of you that she just wasn’t sure of. Like…a few weeks ago, you had gone together to a party at one of the frats on campus. God, that party. 

The two of you had danced together all night, pressed skin to skin as you shouted the lyrics to every song at the top of your lungs. Cup after cup of cheap liquor passed between the two of you, and it hadn’t been long before you had smiled at Hitoka loopily and begun to sway a little too hard on the dance floor. She had called an Uber for the two of you and spent the entirety of the brief ride back to the dorm focusing on not kissing your forehead as you leaned on her shoulder. She’d carefully helped you into the building, fully prepared to settle you in your own room, when you’d pouted at her and asked to stay with her. 

“What if I wake up all drunk ‘nd confused? If I’m alone, I’ll prob’ly just go lookin’ for you, anyway,” you’d mumbled, tightening your grip on her. And how could she say no to you?

So Hitoka had guided you into her room. She helped you take your makeup off, setting your lashes carefully atop the unused dresser, and she hadn’t argued with you when you insisted on crawling into bed with her. You had snuggled into her, your head tucked into her neck. She spent the night fighting the urge to tell you she loved you as your breath fanned over her collarbone. When she woke up the next morning, you were sitting on the other bed wearing a blue dress she thought she had lost—you must’ve found it in the back of her closet. As she shifted, you looked up from your phone, smiled at her, and asked her what she wanted for breakfast.

Hitoka swears that was the night she fell in love with you. You had looked so sweet, wearing one of the oversized T-shirts for her high school’s old volleyball club as you clung to her in your sleep. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining waking up to such a beautiful picture of you every morning. It was too good for her to consider passing up even the smallest opportunity to experience that reality.

Your laugh floats across the courtyard, catching the blonde’s attention immediately. She watches as you wave at a classmate, a bright smile on your face. She catches herself mirroring your expression as you approach, completely unaware of her gaze as you pull out the compact mirror she knows you keep in your bag at all times. You fix your hair, rub on some chapstick—and then you’re looking at her.

It’s too late to look away when your gaze meets hers, and Yachi can’t help the embarrassed flush that decorates her cheeks as she lifts her hand in a little wave. You wave back, jogging the rest of the way over to her with that same bright smile stretched over your lips.

“Hey! Were you waiting long?”

Her throat is closing up.

“No, uh…I didn’t get here that long ago.” 

The lie burns at the back of her throat. She’s glad you hadn’t happened to decide to take one of your little campus strolls, or you would’ve seen her seated under the tree for about an hour before she even worked up the courage to text you to meet her.

You give a theatrical sigh of relief, wiping imaginary sweat from your forehead as you flop down into the grass next to her.

“Good. I really didn’t mean to be so late. I mean, I’d never leave my favorite girl waiting on purpose,” you reply, affectionately knocking your shoulder into hers. 

She laughs, knocking you back—and trying hard to ignore the soda-fizz that bubbles just behind her bellybutton when you call her your favorite girl. 

“Yeah, right. But I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to…ask you something.”

You face her fully, crossing your legs and locking your hands around one of your ankles.

“Shoot.”

This is it, Yachi thinks, it’s now or never. This will be when she tells you how long she’s been dreaming of feeling your soft fingers skate over her cheek as you pull her in for a kiss, of swinging your interlocked hands between the two of you as you walked to the campus ice cream shop for a date, of snuggling up to you every night to go to sleep. This will be when you tell her you feel the same way, that you realized your own feelings not long after, that you want to try being more than friends, too. This will be when everything changes for the better, when she kisses you properly for the first time and finds that it’s better than her dreams had ever let her even begin to imagine.

…isn’t it?

Or are you going to laugh at her, tell her that her confession was such a funny joke and that you aren’t even into girls? Are you going to tell her you should just stay friends and just slowly start avoiding her more and more? Are you going to break her heart into pieces under the oak tree where you’d first properly exchanged numbers, agreed to hang out, and truly become friends? Are you going to destroy her?

The mere thought makes the blonde hesitate, and she watches your expression morph into one of genuine concern. 

“Hitoka? Hey, is everything okay?”

You sound so worried about her, and that alone makes it even harder for her to loosen the words that stick to the back of her throat. Can she really risk losing you? 

The breeze picks up again, and if she listens hard enough, she can hear the echoes of your voice from the many talks you two had had under this very tree. The sound soothes her, and she takes a deep breath before she finally manages to look you in the eye again. 

“I like you.”

You smile at her, tilting your head as you give her a playful pout. 

“Aw, ‘toka, I like you t—“

“No, I like you. I have feelings for you.”

Your smile drops, and so does her heart. But it doesn’t matter—she has to finish what she started. 

“I’ve liked you since we went to that one shitty frat party in the beginning of the summer and you insisted on staying with me. I like how you refuse to hang out if the next day is your wash day, and I like how you’ll call me after to help you detangle. I like the way your nose crinkles when somebody says something you think is silly. I like that you wear tube tops all the time just because you don’t want to get darker and still have “one stripe of winter” on your shoulders. I like that no matter what, you do your best to smile. I…I just wanted you to know. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, but…I just wanted you to know.”

You don’t answer. You blink at Hitoka absently, and she can already envision the rest of her evenings spent alone, a permanently empty seat next to her at the dining hall as you do your best to avoid her completely. 

The breeze grows stronger—and there’s your voice again, echoing in her ears. She quickly begins to mourn that this will be the only way she’ll keep hearing her favorite melody. 

But then you smile at her and lean closer. 

“I like you too, Hitoka.”

The world falls silent. Her heart skips, the wind stills, and the Earth stops spinning. But you continue. 

“I was really embarrassed the morning after that party. I thought I’d been so obvious. I didn’t know how to bring it up…I was scared you didn’t even like girls, but…” 

You crinkle your nose, and Hitoka can feel her ears heat as she admires the sight. 

“…I guess I was scared for nothing, huh?” 

She can’t help it. She bursts into laughter, burying her face in her hands as tears of pure relief prick at her eyes. When she finally looks up, she rolls her eyes at you, reaching to tuck a braid behind your ear. 

“Yeah, you were.” 

You echo her laughter, albeit softer, and the sound makes her heart flutter in a familiar way. 

“Hitoka, can I kiss you?”

She feels her face warm, and she rips her hand away from your face so quickly she worries for a moment that she may have hurt you. Just as quickly, though, she leans forward, your lips just millimeters apart. 

“Y-yes….yes, please kiss me.”

Between a few stressful courses, kids who threw sand, and the lingering anxiety brought on by what she thought was an unrequited crush, the summer had begun to weigh heavily on Yachi’s shoulders. But when you kiss her, she’s suddenly sent back to early June. She’s dancing with you at that party, dressed in that skin tight red dress, and neither of you care who sees. You’re the only two people in the room—in the world.

Her heart slams against her chest when you pull away, giving her a shy smile that makes her want to kiss you all over again. 

So she does. 

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #yachi x reader #hitoka yachi x reader #hitoka yachi #cece singz #cece ♡’s yachi ! #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #yachi fluff #hitoka x reader #i think that’s it? i hope ppl enjoy this

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Ronance fic rec list part 2!

Part 1 here 

Lot’s of fics here. I know I’m still missing some good ones so maybe I’ll eventually do a part 3 instead of a Masterlist. Happy reading!

full of suprises by iamyourdensity1323

Summary:  Robin Buckley is a homosexual with issues. Nancy Wheeler, a bisexual with her own problems, notices those issues and the two slowly go from hating each other to not being able to live without each other, slowly finding their footing in a relationship that the world doesn’t want them to have. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

make my menace into someone you’d adore by moonflowery

Summary:  Nancy had been working at the lame little ice cream place at the mall for barely a week. She never held any hopes that it would be a gratifying or personally stimulating job, let alone that it would help her on her dreams of dedicating herself to journalism full time until she was successful enough to get out of Hawkins and even Indiana someday. However, she’d never expected it to be as bad as it was.Long story short, Nancy couldn’t wait to get rid of her Scoops Ahoy coworker, Robin Buckley.  Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

Listen To Your Heart by Coop_Scoop

Summary: Robin wasn't sure why Nancy Wheeler kept coming to her work when she was adamant that she was not into Steve and they were just and only friends. Robin just wasn't convinced until she was. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

wanna cross that fine line (if looks could kill then i’d die) by hizzie

Summary: Steve dares Robin into doing something because he's an idiot, and Robin takes up the dare because she's a bigger idiot.(And Nancy Wheeler is really pretty when she's mad.) Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

let’s make the most of the night by meowdy_partner

Summary:  Nancy has a bit too much to drink at a party and Robin is tasked with babysitting her. Oh, and she also has a huge crush on her, what could possibly go wrong? Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

as the world caves in (it’s you that i lie with) by moonflowerdamie

Summary:   Between the mind-numbing relief, the lingering panic and the feeling of wild joy, something else sparks in Robin’s gut as Nancy stares at her. It’s familiar, achingly so, from years of wanting and not having, and it flares to life with a previously unknown intensity as Nancy keeps looking at her. Because Nancy Wheeler, even dirty and tear-streaked and shaking, is still the most beautiful creature Robin’s ever seen. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

The Freaks by LordOfVibes

Summary:  Robin always thought she was alone. Ever since she realized that she liked girls instead of boys, she assumed that she would never meet anyone like her. Until she met Eddie Munson. Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

When It’s Cold(I’d Like To Die)by NotesFromTheChamber

Summary:  She watched Mike as he finally levelled with her, both elbows on the table. There was no point in trying to distract him any further. She’d been increasingly all over the place in trying to hide how the aftermath was treating her over the last few weeks and in that moment she sensed the jig was finally up.“Nance, I’m kind of worried about you.” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

Smoke Signals by monaquinn

Summary:  All that Nancy could conjure up about Robin Buckley was vague facts that didn’t really amount to much anyway. She remembered seeing the girl around once or twice, playing clarinet in the school band or smoking cigarettes on the steps of the school with the drama nerds who wore too much eye-liner and had ugly chipped black nail polish. She was someone who she would crinkle her nose at as she entered Hawkins High every morning, someone Barb would’ve probably said, “just give them a chance, and they’ll surprise you" about. But mostly, Robin was someone who Nancy would never normally give a second thought about. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

friends don’t yearn like we do. by oaseas

Summary:  Nancy has never run from what she’s wanted and she’s not about to start now. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

you know there's not another moment to waste by BluejayBoi

Summary:  Robin and Nancy hang out a lot. They're friends. It's not dating. It's not. Robin's certain. Until she... isn't. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

i'll keep you safe (in these arms of mine) by cityseeker

Summary: Eve was evil because she hungered for what she could not have. Eve plucked the apple when she shouldn’t have. You are never compelled to give into your hunger.That’s what her mother had told her. Had specifically warned her. Though she never would have guessed that Nancy would end up here.In a bathtub, next to a temptation in the form of a girl. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

You Are Flawed and You Are Perfect by HMA64

Summary: "My mother reminds me daily."That was what Robin had said at the library. Nancy had thought it was an exaggeration, even once she and Robin start dating and Vecna is gone, Nancy thought it had to be an exaggeration.And then...then she agrees to dinner at Robin's. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

The Picture Perfect Couple by marsnack

Summary:  Robin haves a problem. Turns out, Eddie Munson haves the same problem, too. That problem is Nancy and Steve's seemingly perfect blooming romance. Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

I never said I hated you... by ljbishop

Summary: Nancy kind of hates Robin.She talks way too much, she’s annoyingly upbeat during life threatening situations and even though she denies it Robin’s definitely got a thing for Steve which for some reason annoys her in a way she can’t comment on because, well… Nancy doesn’t understand why.But what Nancy hates the most is that she can't bring herself to stop thinking about her. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

OCC: Over The Counter Crush by  The_Big_Oof

Summary: Nancy Wheeler was a regular at Family Video, yet she remained a mystery to Robin Buckley. After asking if she’s dating Steve, Robin is certain that Nancy has a thing for Steve.That is, until, Nancy gives her her number. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

A World So Full Of Love (Yet Not Enough To Go Around) by Pocket_Sand

Summary: “You,” she lifted her eyes back to Robin, “need me to find this girl?” Robin licked her lips, giving a jerking nod as she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.“Uh-huh.” “Who is she?” “S-Someone,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels, “She-She’s just…someone. I need to find.” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

hearts burn quick by caughtontape

Summary:  Nancy comes to terms with herself, confesses her love to a whirlwind of a girl, and everything clicks into place at the end. Pairings: Robin/Nancy, Steve/Jonathan, Max/El and Will/Mike Status: Completed

makes me want to try her on by HooliganStyle

Summary:  Nancy keeps Robin company at Family Video some warm night in June, and tries not to think about that electric feeling crackling inside her chest. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

always surprised by what i'd do for love by ellixtpage

Summary:  Nancy calls Robin late at night. Pairings; Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

in the darkest little paradise by moonflowerdamie

Summary: “Fine. Fine!” She yells, throwing her arms up in the air, breathing short and fast. “You wanna know what it is, you wanna know why I don’t like you?” “Oh, please, enlighten me.” Robin spits back and takes another step closer, eyes ablaze.“It’s because you’re an asshole!” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

With you in my world (I'm safe and sound) by odessasbluecoat

Summary:  In which Robin is the only one attacked by the vines inside the Creel House and tells Nancy and Steve to go on without her. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

blue nights, red mornings by cityseeker

Summary:  Robin is Nancy’s safe place. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

would i ruin my salvation? by stxrdrifter

Summary: Robin Buckley knew the rules. Don't fall in love. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

the stairs creak as you sleep (it's keeping me awake) by red_banner

Summary:  Nancy is teaching Robin how to shoot a shotgun in case music doesn't protect her from Vecna, as the Party cannot be left without a sharpshooter. They are both in for a couple of discoveries. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Change is Worth Embracing by lezBeauregard

Summary:  In the little moments and attempts to upsell Steve, Robin finds herself unfortunately falling. She swears her insistence to go with Nancy hadn't been for any reason besides not being able to drive, but that was honestly coming into question. Weighting the chances against the logic, things didn't go well in her calculations. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Isn't She Lovely? by iappreciateenjolras

Summary: Karen Wheeler watches her daughter fall in love. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

let's give them something to talk about by fauchevalent

Summary:  Robin (at steve's behest) attends her five-year reunion. it turns out the night might not be a complete bust. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

i feel it in my body, know it in my mind by HooliganStyle

Summary:  Nancy wakes Robin up to spirit her away on a long drive to Indiana's weirdest roadside attraction. Robin is forced to face her fears that she's simply a queer anomaly in the story of Nancy's life. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

she's waiting there (for you) by iappreciateenjolras

Summary:  It starts with Robin lending Nancy her jacket. It continues with Robin in Nancy's pajamas. It ends with Robin running under the pouring rain to fix a mistake. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

that dizzy edge by idontshaveforsher_yesyoudo

Summary: in the aftermath, Robin and Nancy wake up in the middle of the night. they talk (and maybe kiss) Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

i know how your kiss would taste even without touch by ellixtpage

Summary: "Because I want to kiss you, and I don't know why."It's spoken with none of the eloquence Nancy's sentences often contain. Blurted out, like she wasn't really thinking about it. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Who's Robbie? by just_makeing_it_gay_97

Summary:  Nancy is dating someone and her family want to know all about this mysterious Robbie. Spoilers, he's actually Robin. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Wish That I Could be your Lover by Runningalong

Summary:  Robin didn't know what she expected her day to start with, but the last person she expected to see seated in the front row of her bio lab was Nancy fucking Wheeler. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

at the supposed end of the world by moonchemistry

Summary: Robin's spent far too much of her life being afraid. Of of what would happen if people knew the truth about her. Of her friends leaving her when they find out who she really is. After seeing Nancy get Vecna'd, she's realized there are quite frankly bigger things to worry about. Like, for example, her or Nancy's untimely death. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Thanks for the Memories by oceanwaves23

Summary: Robin Buckley thought nothing could be more confusing than waking up with a pounding headache, in a room she didn't recognize, next to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. But that was before Steve informed her that it was 1986 - not 1984 as she previously believed - and that apparently they were best friends. Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

you drove me all the way up here (cause you could tell that i was a mess) by DearApparition

Summary:  “I just think it’s a little weird that you and Robin are so attached – I mean, you work together, sure, you can’t avoid that, but you drive her everywhere, whenever I call you to ask what you’re doing, you always say, oh, Robin and I have plans, and yet you keep trying to tell me that you two are Platonic with a capital P.” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

For Luck by manycoloureddays

Summary: ‘And you know what else is really fucking infuriating?’ Robin tries to punctuate her words with a jab to Steve’s chest, but he’s still holding her wrist, checking for a break she already knows isn’t there. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

This Tainted Love You've Given Me by marsnack

Summary: Nancy Wheeler liked Steve Harrington.She did. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

beyond the terror in the nightfall by unusannus

Summary: What if Nancy and Robin were tasked with distracting the demobats in the upside down instead of Eddie and Dustin? Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Compeleted

two out of three by  just_makeing_it_gay_97

Summary:  Nancy realises she likes girls, more specifically a girl, so she tries to come out to people close to her. Pairings:  Nancy/Robin, Steve/Eddie, Mike/Will and Max/El Status: Completed

Why? by off_to_nevverlandd

Summary: “Tell me again why you aren’t dating him.”Robin ends up scoffing, tired of the same question, the start of every conversation between them for what feels like the umpteenth time today. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

would you think of me fondly like a soldier at war (or the coward that could not let you down anymore) by endgameronancepls

Summary:  Robin gets dragged away by vines in the Upside Down, leading Nancy to pretty much go on a feral rampage to free her from the vines that entangle her. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

kill the director by friendstolovers

Summary: Robin's life is nothing like the movies. That is, at least, until Nancy Wheeler comes along Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Chemicals React by 42hrb

Summary: “You know,” Steve ignored her, “Nancy and Jonathan broke-up.”Robin tried her best to keep her face blank, but it must not have worked from the grin Steve shot her. She turned away from him and prayed a customer would come in, preferably a hot one to distract Steve. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Villain by Tippster

Summary:  The one where Robin comforts Nancy after all that takes place, and Nancy breaks her heart in return. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

Robin Buckley vs. The World by connorswhisk

Summary: Ronance Cyrano AU Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin buckley #Nancy Wheeler #fic rec #stranger things

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You Gave Me Your Kindness - So I'm Giving It Back (MLP Fanfiction)

Summary: Something has been wrong with Fluttershy lately. Discord keeps brushing it off at first, but in the end he can’t ignore the alarming changes any longer. As he looks back on their relationship, he realizes there is only one thing left to do to save his most beloved.

A/N: I once woke up with what seemed like an amazing story concept and decided to trust my sleepy imagination. After putting it on and off for like one or two years, I finally sat down and finished it.

Not my very first time writing fanfiction, and for this fandom no less, but I’m still not used to this and highly doubt I’ll ever write something again (that I’ll publish, at least).

Again, English isn’t my native language - I have however spent many years learning it. So if I still made any mistakes, please do correct me so that I can learn even more!

Rated T Word Count: 3.464 Ship(s): Fluttercord Genres: Romance, Drama, Angst without Happy Ending Warnings: like one swear word lmao

It had all started on a warm late spring day.

Discord had visited Fluttershy for their scheduled afternoon tea. Since the weather had been so nice they’d decided to drink outside, surrounded by chirping birds and flowers in full bloom.

Fluttershy had talked about something that made her smile as she poured him another cup. He couldn’t remember what it was now because he had stopped listening.

Not in a rude way, of course - at least, he didn’t think it was rude to be so distracted by your best friend’s beauty you start zoning out. Could anyone really blame him for that?

“Discord, are you listening?“, he had eventually caught her saying.

“My apologies, I believe I have something stuck in my ears. One moment, let me just…“

To demonstrate he had pulled out a red handkerchief - which had been tied to a yellow one, which in turn had been tied to a purple one, a green one, and so on. This had continued for a short while before all of the handkerchieves were out of his head.

“There we go! Much better. Now, you were saying?“

It was a lame trick and an even lamer excuse, but Fluttershy had playfully rolled her eyes and giggled anyway.

That lovely sound had been enough for him to get his focus back on her words again. Although he was tempted to check if his chaotic magic had spontaneously created butterflies in his stomach or if that was the doing of Fluttershy’s own magic.

Either way, he couldn’t complain. Not when that strange feeling made him all soft and warm inside.

It was somewhere during their long conversations and the sun illuminating Fluttershy in an angelic glow that Discord realized he was, without a doubt, utterly and completely in love with her.

-

They had started dating sometime after that.

The love confession had actually been the hardest part. The usually loud and eccentric Discord somehow always found himself at a loss for words the second he wanted to tell Fluttershy how he truly felt about her.

Combined with her timidness, it could have taken them ages to ask each other out if Angel Bunny of all creatures hadn’t let the truth slip out in frustration at the two.

Everything was much easier afterwards. It had felt so right to be together like that.

No personal kingdom of entropy could ever begin to compare to the joy he had found thanks to and with Fluttershy. She had been the first to offer him her friendship, and then she’d shown him love, too.

Everything had been so blissful in their own little world, he’d grown ignorant to all the signs that reality was becoming anything but.

-

Pinkie Pie was the first one to notice, surprisingly enough.

She normally missed a lot of social cues, yet it was her who waved Discord over when he was out visiting Ponyville one day and whispered to him her cryptic message.

“I felt the weirdest energy shift around Fluttershy the other day. This might be a bad omen.“

Then, somehow, she managed to completely change the mood in the same breath as she casually continued with, “Or it was that spoiled milk I drank before. Made me all sick the rest of the day. You really gotta listen to those expiration dates!“

Immediately back to her usual cheerful self, she’d bounced back into Sugar Cube Corner.

Discord was left a little confused but ultimately decided to just laugh at the mare’s odd behavior. Just typical Pinkie Pie.

Must have been that odd „Pinkie Sense“ of hers, he figured. Much as he enjoyed her fun energetic company, he didn’t actually believe in her crazy nonsense. Not this time, at least. She admitted she might have just misinterpreted whatever she had felt, after all.

Looking back, he really shouldn’t have dismissed her words so easily. Especially since they involved his dearest Fluttershy.

-

Rarity was the next one, discreetly pulling Discord away from the group one day to give him a piece of her mind.

It had been during last year’s Hearths Warming Eve no less. Quite rude of her to judge him during the holiday celebrating ponies coming together despite their differences and finding peace, he had told her irritated.

At least that’s how he had felt then. Now he could only repeat Rarity’s words in his head over and over again.

“Listen here, I know you and Fluttershy are close - and Celestia knows how you even deserve her kindness after everything you’ve done - but I still don’t trust you. If she wants to be with you, then fine. Who am I to tell her how to live her life? But if you as much as harm a single hair on her head, I swear I will personally harness the power of the Elements of Harmony and banish your ugly patchwork behind all the way to Tartarus!“

He’d faked a sarcastic oath then, thinking the unicorn was only being melodramatic as always.

Rarity had scowled at him for that and returned to the group with a final: “I am only worried because she is a very dear friend of mine. If you truly care for her as much as you claim to do, you will not hurt her.“

Discord had watched her take a cider off the table, take one big unladylike gulp of it, and sit back down between Applejack and Fluttershy.

Now that he was replaying the uncomfortable memory in his head, Discord couldn’t deny that he’d long broken the promise he’d never made in the first place.

Despite being surrounded by the most loving friends in all of Equestria, Fluttershy had looked almost annoyed by the shared laughter of the other ponies. Out of all the blurry images in his mind’s eye, a single gray hair stood out on the pegasus.

-

He definitively should have known something was wrong when Applejack and Rainbow Dash tracked him down to interrogate him.

At the time, Discord didn’t understand where their sudden hatred had come from. He thought they’d actually gotten along better over the years. He never believed he’d even have this many friends, but it seems that was just the positive influence Fluttershy had on him.

So seeing them this furious at him hurt. Although not nearly as much as the accusation itself did.

“You’ve done something to Fluttershy!“, Rainbow Dash yelled, flying up to him and pointing one hoof right at his face.

“Now, we don’t know that yet for sure, Dash.“

At least Applejack seemed more civil, pulling the loud pegasus down by the tail. Despite her words, she was clearly just as upset.

“Fluttershy’s been acting mighty strange lately. Think today was the worst I’ve seen ‘er lash out in… well, ever.“

Discord already didn’t like where this was going.

„We just figured, since y’all have been together for a while now,-“

“And because you used to be a manipulative villain!“

“-ya might know what’s been going on.“

“So spill it! What are you hiding from us?“, Rainbow added impatiently before Discord could even ask them what had brought this suspicion on.

So they explained.

Apparently, during one of their group’s regular meetings, Fluttershy had seemed disinterested. Pretty unusual already, but nothing of concern yet. She often got stuck in her own head with all her worries, after all.

It wasn’t until one of the others had asked if she was feeling okay, and she’d glared and spit at them, that it became obvious something was very much not okay.

To cut a long story short, kind concern was met with harsh words, turned into tough love, but was all ultimately ignored and Fluttershy had left with her nuzzle held as high as those snobby high-society ponies from Canterlot.

“Ya got any idea what that could have been about?“ Discord ignored the accusing undertone in Applejack’s voice.

He knew they were all thinking the same thing. He just wasn’t sure how to reply to them. It’s not like he wanted Fluttershy to act like that ever again.

“So…?“, Rainbow urged him for an answer.

But his mouth only hung open uselessly.

Instead, Discord excused himself and teleported himself home so quickly and abruptly that it made even him dizzy.

-

He had missed the first warning, and he had certainly missed many more. He’d like to think it was because it happened so suddenly that none of them could have known what was to come. Except they did.

All of them but Discord.

But it’s not like he didn’t notice something was off at all!

After he’d moved into her cottage and saw her everyday, he truly began to see the change in her behavior for himself.

It was in the way she treated her animals; Food heedlessly spilled into bowls instead of lovingly prepared (if she didn’t forget completely and Discord had to remind her or do it in her stead.)

He’d assumed it was the stress finally getting to her. With all those animals in such a tight space, it was no wonder she looked more tired, and he couldn’t blame her for letting out her frustrations on others.

It did surprise him a little when she’d locked Angel out of her own house when the bunny (that at least half of the time didn’t deserve its name) refused to eat his dinner because the slices weren’t evenly cut, or something petty like that. He’d even laughed in mockery as the little devil was left scratching at the door.

He was more surprised when he’d looked out of the window the morning after to see Angel still waiting outside.

He had mentioned it to Fluttershy, confused that she hadn’t let him in as she normally would after giving the annoying brat a little time-out. She’d said he still had to learn his lesson if he wanted to live under her roof.

Discord had agreed with her at first, not very fond of the bunny’s picky eating habits and general rudeness, either.

He’d only grown concerned when another night came and rain began to fall. Angel had still been outside, curled up and shivering at the doorstep, when the guilt became too much and Discord let the little guy in.

As he was drying him off, Fluttershy had come into the room, looked the both of them up and down, and just turned back around with a scoff and the words „you pity him too much“ muttered under her breath.

Discord and Angel might never have seen eye to eye on things before, but in that moment, the bunny looked at him with such deep concern that Discord simply couldn’t deny Fluttershy’s worrying state any longer.

-

“So, the others have already talked to you, I’m assuming?“

Discord only nodded a remorseful yes.

They had done much more than that. Left him cryptic warnings, gave him a stern talking-to, even straight-up yelled some sense into him, and yet he had brushed his friends off every time.

He wasn’t all that close with the five ponies, not the way Fluttershy was, but he trusted Twilight the most. It’s why he had eventually decided to confide in her.

“I’ve noticed it, too. Much too late, I have to admit, but her outburst the other day and the way she’s been avoiding us ever since are really worrying me. Do you know when this drastic shift in behavior started?“

The fact that even Twilight Sparkle didn’t notice sooner was only slightly reassuring.

The Princess of Friendship always seemed to have her nuzzle stuck in paperwork or research for personal projects, whereas Discord was always right there, frequently visiting for an afternoon tea or whatever other excuse he came up with just to be with Fluttershy.

If anyone should have noticed right away that she wasn’t acting like herself, it should have been him.

In all honesty, he didn’t quite know when it started. So he told Twilight what the others had already said to him; including Pinkie’s odd comment from about a year ago, which suddenly didn’t seem so random anymore.

“Her Pinkie Sense… I’ve long given up on trying to understand it but it’s never been wrong even once…“, the alicorn had already started muttering to herself.

Discord was left to watch her sort through the books on the shelf behind her. Spike had been there, too, offering his help to search. Otherwise he kept himself out of the conversation.

Although, knowing him, he had probably noticed before anyone else that something was wrong. If the others hadn’t listened to him at first or he had kept it to himself for whatever reason, Discord didn’t know.

But just seeing the guilty look on the young dragon’s face now, he didn’t need to hear it to know how bad it was.

“Hey, Twi? What was with that book about balancing magic that Cadance gave you on your last birthday?“

“The Theory of Magical Balance“, she corrected while skimming over various book covers in deep concentration. „Yeah, you might be onto something.“

Twilight flew over to a different section of she shelf and pulled out the book Spike mentioned.

The contents were still rather speculative, as there weren’t many cases recorded to prove the theories. Personally, Discord never cared for any sort of magical science and laws of physics anyway, since he could defy and bend them to his will.

But just this once he looked over Twilight’s shoulder to read about the exact thing that was happening to his dear Fluttershy:

“… if such opposing magical auras were to meet, they might balance each other out; each taking a part of the other and thus intertwining. But that raises the question: What if they were imbalanced? If one such aura was too strong, or both exposed to each other for too long, the weaker one could be overtaken completely. Or, perhaps, one might give all of itself away and…“

Discord stopped reading right then and there.

He didn’t want to accept it. He never wanted from the beginning and it’s why he’d avoided acknowledging it for so long.

Twilight began to speak carefully, trying to piece together all this new information.

“I know it’s been a long time now — and I do trust you not to go back on your word to never cause harm ever again! — but you have to admit, she has been acting…“

Discordant.

She didn’t have to say it out loud for they both were thinking it.

Years ago, when Discord had initially been freed from his stone prison, he had hypnotized and tricked his former enemies into turning the complete opposite of themselves. Back then, it had been so fun to watch them like that; arguing and in disharmony.

Fluttershy had been different, though. He’d had to actively cast a spell on her in order to turn her mean-spirited.

(And even so, despite everything he’d done… it was her who had shown him the light of friendship in the end.)

But now… now, without even trying, without any intention, his chaos magic was affecting her once more.

“Are you sure this is it? Isn’t there any other explanation?“, Spike tried against all odds to hope.

“I’m not sure… I’d have to ask Celestia if she has any more books on the matter. Or, who knows, maybe it’s the same type of magic that turned Luna into Nightmare Moon centuries ago? We cannot leave out any possibilities! Spike, take a letter…“

Discord had teleported out of the castle once Twilight went fully into study-mode. 
He appreciated her help, and he’d tell her so the next time he saw her, but deep down he already knew what was going on and what he needed to do to stop it.

There was only one thing he could do to help Fluttershy now. No matter how much he dreaded it.

-

In the dim light of the room, one might not immediately notice the gray fur on what once was a brightly pastel colored pegasus. Discord, however, can’t help but stare the truth right in the face.

“What?“, she asks, annoyance clear in the way she practically spits out the word.

This monochrome impostor is still his beloved, he needs to remind himself. It’s his fault she is like this to begin with, so he has to make it right again.

“We need to talk“, Discord finally brings himself to say.

“Sure, whatever. But it better not be about those Celestia-damned ‘friends’ of yours. I’m not apologizing to those—“

„It’s not about that“, he cuts her off before she can finish the insult. He knows she doesn’t mean it. Not her true self, anyway.

“What is it then?“

She starts getting impatient. Her hoof taps against the floor, wordlessly telling him to go on already. He isn’t sure if he can.

“It’s about us“, he says quietly. He feels small, all of a sudden, wringing his paw and claw together and looking meek. Shy, even.

(He’d laugh at the irony, but she’s giving him that disinterested look again.)

“So?“

“I think it would be best if… we broke up.“

A heavy silence lies between them. He forces himself to not look away.

Slowly, Fluttershy’s emotions change. She raises her eyebrows, opens her eyes wide. She looks at him, through him, to the floor, to the wall. Then she snaps her head back, turns up her nose and glares at him with the same intensity she normally uses for her infamous ‚Stare’.

“What?“

Her words cut through the air and through him.

“We can’t go on like this“, he admits. „This close exposure to my magic — to me — has turned you evil. This isn’t you.“

“I’m fine!“, she huffs and stomps her hoof for emphasis. It only proofs his point further.

“I never meant to do this to you. I can’t control it. And now look what it’s… what I’ve done to you.“

For the first time in his life, Discord is painfully aware of just how much influence he really has on the world around him. How easily he could affect those close to him.

He is the only one to blame here, he is now certain. It’s all his fault for not stopping this sooner, for so selfishly wanting Fluttershy to be his, that he let her become a twisted and malicious version of herself.

“What kind of bullshit reason is that?!“ Cursing sounded so wrong coming out of her mouth. “You know, if you don’t love me anymore, you could have just said so!“

“I do love you. That’s why I have to do this.“

Fluttershy looks at him like he’d done the opposite of growing two heads. She probably isn’t used to him being this calm and reasonable. It’s like they switched places.

“Are you fff— ha! Are you serious right now?“, she half laughs in utter disbelief.

“I wish I wasn’t.“

Fluttershy makes a few faces as she wildly looks around the room again. She then settles on one emotion she’s grown way too accustomed to the past year.

“Fine! See if I care!“, she yells. “I never liked you anyway!“

She is lying through her teeth now and he knows it.

“I really wish it didn’t have to be like this.“ — She ignores him. — “Please know that I’m doing this for your own good.“

“Whatever. Just go.“

She refuses to look at him while Discord isn’t sure if he can bring himself to ever take his eyes off her. No matter her current state, somewhere in there is still the sweet, gentle Fluttershy he fell in love with.

Despite all her anger and harsh shouts that he should leave already, tears are forming in Fluttershy’s eyes. He wants to reach out and dry them, tell her everything was going to be okay and that he’d stay here with her forever. But he knows he can’t.

The damage had already been done and the only thing he can do now is return the kindness she had given him all those years ago.

So with a strained smile he says „Goodbye, my dearest. Thank you for everything.“

“Don’t you— Don’t you dare say that! You don’t get… get to say something like that!“

Discord has to tune out her cries as he opens the door and steps outside. He allows himself to look back at her only once, only briefly, to see her let her wings drop to the floor, ugly tears streaming down rosy cheeks.

Among the ashen gray hair is a single pink strand, encouraging him to close the door and open up a portal to his old home.

Only once he is back inside the cold walls with forgotten furniture floating past his head upside down, does he let himself cry, too.

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MLP:FiM and its characters belong to Hasbro

I only own the artwork and (I still can’t believe I’m saying this) the story

#mlp fim #story + art #fluttercord #fanfiction #on the rarest of occasions that i write and it ends up being angst #canon-divergent i guess #as in i tried to reference canon from memory but gave up #vague headcanons never to be seen again #weird tenses that hopefully make sense #trying to sound smart with that fake book excerpt lol #listen i was half asleep when i came up with this- #this is why i'm an artist not an author #no beta because who the hell would i even ask

[wishing-stones]

Would the boys treat us on our birthday? Follow up question! Do they even do anything special for eachothers birthdays or do they just let them pass?

I can assume his birthday is not something Nightmare would want to talk about a lot-

They would!

Read more for length, like usual.

Assuming that you've worked past the defenses of everyone and are in a romantic relationship...

Killer wakes up at dawn to get everything ready, and he's so quiet about it that you wake up with balloons and banners and shit in your room when you wake up. It's super cute, and he's enthusiastic about it. He loves a good party and celebration, so it's an excuse to flex that joy of his. Dust Is much more low-key about it, and will quietly steal you for a moment to give you a gift and wish you a happy birthday. He's a lot sweeter than he normally is, too, and the gift is very thoughtful. Axe picks your favorite foods to cook for every meal, and makes an enormous three-tiered cake with lots of candles. Cooking for others is how he expresses his affection, and he's a little lame at actual gift giving. Cross Gets you a useful, thoughtful gift and spends some time one-on-one with you, away from any obligations or duties either of you might have. He's yours for most of the day, at least. Baggs makes time to spend with you and has made you something useful! Something useful and unique that helps with whatever you're having issues with lately. Nightmare is the one who goes all out in a grand, sweeping gesture of appreciation and celebration. Banners, balloons, a mountain of presents, a massive cake (all helpfully supplied by both he and the boys) and a very, very fancy candlelit dinner somewhere away from all of your troubles. You also get breakfast in bed, and he'll sit and detangle your hair while you have it. For a being of negativity, he's very affectionate when there's a good reason for it.

Dream is much the same, although his idea of a grand, sweeping gesture is to take you out to wherever your favorite place is-- or favorite verse, if you have one-- and spend the day there! He's blocked out his entire day for some one-on-one time, too, has thoughtful gifts, and made a lovely cake for you, too. Ink has it highlighted with tons of arrows on his scarf so he doesn't forget, and takes you travelling for the day! Anywhere you wanna go, he'll take you! He's also made you a truly stunning painting, whatever you'd most enjoy having. He's also a fan of the 'romantic, candlelit dinner' trope, and thinks the best way to end the day is with fireworks. Have you seen the fireworks in the cyber world? There's nothing like it! Blue goes hard in the paint with celebrating, too, and spoils you rotten. Or... he tries. He might try a little too hard to make the day perfect and get upset if something works. Just remind him that spending the day with him and the fact that he's putting so much effort into it is enough, and he'll be happy.

annndd Error will offer to take you somewhere nice, quiet, away from everything that stresses you out and bothers you. He's sewn or knitted something for you, and he's content to just... chill out with you for the day.

As for the second half-

Yes, they do. They know when each other's birthdays are and celebrate them as well. Not to the romantic extent that they'd do it for you, but they definitely wake one another up with party horns and poppers. (Except Nightmare, because no one wants to die.) But, speaking of, they do know when his birthday is, and they do celebrate it kind of low-key. It's nowhere near the bombastic extravaganza they make of one another's, but he gets a cake and presents when he comes back from whatever he does on the day. (He leaves a present where his brother will find it, addressed to him. Dream does the same thing. When Dream was still encased in stone, Nightmare would sit next to him and vent about his frustrations, about how he hated everything that happened and that he was still angry with him... but he still wished his brother happy birthday.)

And speaking of their birthdays...

Killer's birthday is May 10 Dust's birthday is February 10 Axe's birthday is January 16 Cross' birthday is October 10 Baggs and Error's birthday is April 4th Nightmare and Dream's birthday is December 21 Ink's birthday is April 15th and Blue's birthday is April 1

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew

[calamity-unlocked]

“I’m Marie Kondo-ing the shit out of this,” Taylor grinned. “Man, I don’t get why I thought this’d be hard.”

“It’s because you’re a hoarder,” Scary said from his bed, not looking up from her phone. The second she arrived, she had put her platform boots on a pizza box to not get Taylor’s Shinobu bedsheets dirty, sat down, propped up by half a dozen of fluffy pillows, and hadn’t gotten back up.

“The right term is, 'collector'”, Taylor finely corrected her.

A few days ago, Taylor’s mom had momentarily shattered his world when she told him he needed to participate in spring cleaning. She was trying to clean up the attic, and had brought down four big boxes with his stuff, which he needed to either put in his room or get rid of.

Faced with the possibility of choice paralysis, Taylor had asked the most decisive person he knew to help him sort through his stuff. Scary hadn’t actually been of much help so far - for the most part she scrolled through her Facebook Messenger and scoffed at his disregarded childhood memories, making the occasional sarcastic remark as he grumbled about folds in posters and broken action figurines.

He’d offered Scary that anything on the ‘charity’ pile she could take, as a gift from him. She had rolled her eyes at Taylor’s offer, proclaiming she didn’t need his dweeby hand-me-downs. But Taylor and his eagle-sharp eyes had not failed to notice how every now and then an item would mysteriously go missing from the pile.

He didn’t bring it up – but he did stealthily pump his fist when he purposefully put his officially-licensed Death Note poetry bundle on the pile and it was gone the next time he turned his head.

He held up a black t-shirt with the anime remake version of a sleeping Aurora. The frilly text said: ‘only wake me up for anime’. “I’m torn about this one. Medium levels of joy. What do you think?”

“Lame,” she commented after a casual glance.

“Right then. That finishes up that box,” he said, dusting off his hands, not because there was actual dust on them but because he liked how it made him look like a Wild West saloon owner throwing out a misbehaving client while muttering ‘and good riddance’ under his breath.

He unsheathed his katana and cut open the tape on the next U-Haul box. It was labeled ‘Taylor, 2036’, with a little hand-drawn heart. He let out a single chuckle when he saw the various toys inside.

“Oh, this one’s easy. This is all stuff from when I was a baby.” He pulled out a bright green walkie-talkie, of which the battery had long died. “You want any of this?”

She just flipped him off.

Taylor rummaged through the treasure cove of plastic puzzles and wooden blocks, trying to look if maybe his mom had stored a box with his baby teeth in here somewhere – there were people who’d pay good money for those – when his hand hit something soft at the bottom. Almost like a reflex, like a baby monkey grasping onto its mother, Taylor grabbed it and fished it out.

It was a stuffed toy, yellow and blue and pill-shaped. A pair of goggled lifeless eyes smiled at him, and Taylor stared back, his mouth parting as his mind was very quiet all of a sudden.

From the other side of the room, Scary snickered. “Heh. You liked the Minions? Cringe.”

Taylor’s head snapped up, as though awakened from a trance. “No. What do you think I am, a zoomer?” he said defensively.

He had in fact seen the Minions anime, which had been based on the live-action movie, but he’d done so mostly to be edgy. Ever since the horrific Minion Massacre in 2039, the public’s opinion on the yellow creatures had wildly shifted.

But even before that, he couldn’t ever remember liking the Minions. He was obsessed with other bright and loud stuff as a kid, the kind of things that drove his mom crazy. The Minions had never really entered his mind. Until now.

He looked at the doll in his hand. Just a piece of plush and cotton stuffing. Nothing special about it – it didn’t even have a voice box with recorded messages. Its right arm had come loose, and cloud-like fluff was sticking out.

And yet, an indescribable feeling surged through his torso, wrapped around his heart, got stuck in his throat. There was a childlike urge to hug this thing right against his body, to press his nose against it and smell something that would be familiar–

He did. No need to pretend to be cool, he already was the coolest, and Scary knew that. Him sniffing an old toy wasn’t gonna change that. He was pretty sure.

It… it didn’t even smell like anything. Just musty textile. Disappointment welled up in the back of his throat, and he didn’t even know why.

“I don’t like the Minions,” he repeated numbly, not sure who he was talking to. “And it’s ugly.”

He heard the rustling of fabric as Scary sat up straighter. He could practically hear the quirked eyebrow in her voice when she said: “Then just throw it away. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Taylor blinked a couple of times, then willed his lips into a sharp smile. “Nah. I’m keeping this one,” he said, putting it on the shelf with his myriad of Kirby and Yoshi plushies. “Who knows. Maybe one day someone’s willing to put down big cash for it. You never know with collector’s items.”

That had been it, just a weird moment he’d been able to shake off and restore his chill. Scary helped him load the boxes with the stuff for charity in the car, and they went out to get ice cream after.

Later, every time he would casually just exist in the space of his room, he’d glance at that stupid smiling stuffed toy on his shelf, and feel a little better. He never asked his mom who had given it to him, because there was a part of him that already knew.

And if there was anything Taylor hated, it was being proved wrong.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #taylor swift dndads #taylor swift #scary marlowe #nick close #calamity's writing