#first time i did it was entirely accidental i just happened to stay out late doing homework after actual work

[isa-renee]

the way that carrying a boxcutter when i’m walking alone at night makes me feel 1000% safer

#first time i did it was entirely accidental i just happened to stay out late doing homework after actual work #and so i still had my boxcutter on me #and it’s just so comforting? like i love my little swiss army knife don’t get me wrong #but it’s on a carabiner on my belt loop and half the time i go for a knife i end up with the nail file #so like. not the best option for me personally #but this is perfect! #and much more reassuring than the keys between the knuckles i was always taught to do

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna make your heartbeat run like roller coasters

for @subeddieweek day one with the prompts manhandling and accidental subspace

rated e | 3,520 words | please check ao3 for tags

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Eddie gets pushed against a lot of lockers.

It’s rarely accidental.

It’s always painful.

He doesn’t exactly have a lot of meat on his bones. Every hit leaves a bruise.

So when Steve fucking Harrington does his own dirty work for once, even though he graduated the way Eddie was supposed to, it’s just a bit embarrassing that it doesn’t hurt. It feels…kinda like he should be on his knees.

Which is really not something he wanted to think about when Steve’s got a hand on his shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise, and something like fear in his eyes. Why is he scared?

“Did you sell weed to Robin?” he asked, teeth clenched.

Jesus fucking Christ. Steve’s got himself a band nerd girlfriend. How the hell did that happen?

“No, I sold to her friend. She waited by the treeline talking to herself the entire time.”

Eddie could hear his own voice shaking, but he wouldn’t back down. Black eyes were kinda metal weren’t they?

“Which friend?”

“Dude, I don’t even know. Someone else in band.”

The hand on his shoulder tightened and he barely bit back a whimper.

Steve’s eyes were very pretty this close. They were pretty from far away, too. Honestly, having Steve this close was probably rewiring something already broken in his brain. Having Steve’s hand on him like this was making his brain do somersaults trying to stay focused.

And then his hand was gone.

Eddie breathed in, breathed out.

“Sorry. I-” Steve shook his hands out and backed away. “Sorry.”

Eddie ignored whatever the fuck was happening in his stomach. It shouldn’t be happening so it isn’t, simple as that.

“Maybe you should ask your girlfriend if you’re so worried about her buying drugs.” Eddie should learn to shut his mouth at some point. “I only sell to the people who come to me first.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I remember.” Steve wiped his hand down his face. “Sorry again.”

Eddie looked him up and down, taking in the fact that he was genuinely apologizing. No one ever apologized for knocking him around, not even when it was on accident.

“You good?” He eventually asked.

“Yeah. Just, she’s been through a lot. I didn’t really want her to get pressured into buying something,” Steve sighed. “Has she come out of the band room yet? I’m supposed to bring her to work.”

“Uh, yeah man, everyone left an hour ago.”

Eddie watched Steve’s face fall as he checked his watch and must’ve realized the time.

“Shit. Okay. I must’ve lost track of time.”

Steve looked pitiful. Eddie’s seen dogs in alleys who looked less beaten down and neglected than Steve currently did.

“I can help you find her?” Eddie offered for some unknown reason.

Well, he knew the reason, but he was choosing to ignore it.

“She’s probably already at work. It’s my day off so I ended up getting distracted with something and didn’t realize it was so late,” Steve admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks, though.”

Wayne liked to tell Eddie he was too nice to undeserving people. Lord knows he gave his dad too many chances and got let down every time. He even tried to be friends with Tommy Hagan in middle school because he could sense something was going on with Tommy’s dad much like his own.

But Eddie liked to remind Wayne that Eddie is often considered undeserving and he took him in and gave him multiple chances regardless.

“You wanna smoke?” Eddie asked, despite knowing he barely has anything left after the long week of midterms for students. His busiest times of year were right before school breaks, midterms, finals, and graduation weekend. He usually stocked up, but with Rick being in prison again, he had to try to stretch what he had out.

“Uh…smoke what?”

“Weed.” Then it hit Eddie that maybe Steve was into harder stuff. But he hadn’t ever even bought from him in high school. Tommy had, Carol had, almost everyone at his parties had, but Steve never did. “I have regular old cigs too if you prefer.”

“Yeah, man, cool,” Steve sighed with relief.

“I got a spot behind the cafeteria if you wanna…”

“Sure, yep, let’s go,” Steve nodded, gesturing towards the double doors that led outside to the cafeteria and auditorium buildings.

As they walked, Eddie’s mind raced with thoughts of being alone with Steve, Steve’s arm brushing against his, Steve pushing him against the wall of the cafeteria, of Eddie dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Steve’s pants and-

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”

Steve’s voice shook him from his thoughts, but his dick didn’t quite get the memo. When did he even start getting hard?

“No worries, dude.” His face scrunched in disgust at calling Steve dude. What was next, the bro pat on the back? A fist bump? “Kinda jealous of how protective you are of your girlfriend.”

Okay, actually, what the fuck? Eddie needed to shut his fucking face, right the fuck now.

“She’s not my girlfriend, but uh, I don’t think you’re really her type either,” Steve gave him a look, one Eddie knew well and one he couldn’t quite believe he was seeing on Steve’s face right now.

“Right, right.” Eddie wouldn’t make him say it, especially if it was actually the look he thought it was, but maybe he could offer a little something in return. “Yeah, she’s not really my type either.”

Steve stopped just before they reached the hidden area behind the dumpster and picnic table for staff to smoke.

“Really?” Steve’s eyes were wide. “So you’re more into…someone like…me?”

Eddie was actually leaking into his goddamn boxers. Why was he getting turned on just talking to Steve?

“That would be one way of saying it,” Eddie said. Still easy enough to back out of it, at least. Could just say he likes women who wear polos and use more hairspray than Melvald’s has ever carried at any given time.

“Huh,” Steve continued walking to the picnic table, sitting on top of it and kicking some dirt off the bench by his legs for Eddie to sit. “So those rumors were true?”

“That depends on if I’m gonna make it back home to my very loving uncle if I say yes.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I’m not gonna judge you about it when my best friend is-” He cut himself off and Eddie had to give him major credit. The Steve he used to know never would’ve cared if he outed someone, or at least never would have realized that was wrong. He coughed and then looked down at the bench. “You gonna sit?”

Eddie sat down on the bench, extremely close to Steve’s legs. Almost touching. Was that heat coming from his body or was Eddie just extremely warm?

“Did you actually wanna smoke or did you just wanna get out of the hall?” Steve asked after another minute of awkward silence.

“We can smoke.” Eddie reached into his pocket, hating how tight his jeans were in the front, and grabbed his lighter. His pack of cigarettes were usually stored in his van because he rarely smoked them, but luckily he’d brought them with him all week to sneak smokes between classes. He pulled one out and handed it to Steve.

He started to light his own when Steve leaned down, his face right next to Eddie’s, breath hot on his neck.

“You aren’t gonna light it for me?”

Eddie whimpered.

He would deny it a million times over if anyone asked. He almost had himself believing he imagined it.

But Steve laughed and backed away, pulling out his own lighter and giving Eddie a second to catch his breath.

What the fuck was that? Did Steve know he was making Eddie’s brain flatline?

He watched Steve take a long drag out of the corner of his eye, his mind shuffling between ‘what if he fucked me right here?’ and ‘get the hell away before your dick pops a hole in your jeans.’

Steve’s lips were so pink, and looked so soft, and just wet enough from licking his lips before taking the next drag, and Eddie was really going through it right now.

He’d gone through his Steve Harrington phase just like everyone else, thought it was over when he graduated. Had avoided the mall all summer when he heard he was working at Scoops so he didn’t have to see him in those tiny blue shorts. Had even gone so far as to avoid being around when the kids were being picked up from Hellfire because Dustin mentioned Steve was his ride.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Except for Eddie’s imagination was impressive, and his late night thoughts turned into very vivid scenes of Steve working him to the edge and making him beg, or pushing him against a locker and making him take his cock with barely any prep, or-

“Dude, anyone ever tell you you’re kinda space-y?” Steve’s voice once again lifted him from his thoughts, though he felt a bit hazy.

“Think I’m comin’ down with something,” Eddie squeaked out. All he was coming down with was a sickness deep in his chest: Harrington Heart-itis.

“Did you hit your head?” Steve sounded concerned now, setting his cigarette in the ashtray left on the table and moving so he had one leg on either side of Eddie. His fingers landed in Eddie’s hair, pulling his head closer and inspecting it for injury. “I didn’t think anything but your shoulders hit, but maybe-”

“No,” Eddie gulped. He should pull away. “Didn’t hit my head.”

Steve’s fingers tightened, not quite painfully, but enough of a bite to it that Eddie whimpered. Again.

Steve’s grip loosened, but his fingers stayed buried in his curls, and Eddie felt pressure guiding him to rest against Steve’s thigh.

“You eat today?” Steve asked, though his voice sounded kinda far away, like he was above the surface of the water and Eddie was sitting at the bottom of a pool looking up at the sun. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked up at Steve. “I ate.”

“When?” Steve’s hand was cupping his cheek. “Lunch?”

“Mmm, no,” Eddie shook his head, blinked. “Breakfast? Cereal.”

Steve cursed under his breath.

He was so pretty. Had he been told how pretty he was? Surely when Nancy was with him, she told him.

Even if Robin liked women, she had to at least notice how pretty he was, right?

Steve’s sharp intake of breath somewhat centered Eddie.

“I’m gonna drive you home, okay?” Steve whispered, leaning down so his face was only inches away.

Eddie could kiss him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to lift his head the final two inches to make their lips meet.

“Eddie, eyes open,” Steve’s fingers tightened again, gaining Eddie’s full attention. “Should I call someone? Are you dynamic or something?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed. What did that even mean?

“Like the sugar thing?” Steve continued.

“Diabetic?” Eddie still felt a little hazy, but he was starting to come back to it with Steve’s hand migrating from his hair to his shoulder. “No, my sugar’s fine.”

“I’ve got some soda in my car. I can drive you home and then bring you to school in the morning. You probably shouldn’t drive like…this.”

It all came crashing down when Eddie realized how vulnerable he’d just been, how he’d actually lost track of time, not sure exactly how long he’d been sitting between Steve’s legs with his hands in his hair before he started coming back to earth. He stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, rocking a bit before finding his balance.

“Woah, take it easy.” Steve held his hands out, grasped his biceps to hold him steady. “You were pretty far out of it. Don’t rush it.”

How fucking embarrassing.

Eddie had only gone down that far one time with someone and they got freaked out when he was giggling and couldn’t walk on his own because his legs felt like jelly. But that had been on purpose. This was- Steve didn’t– Jesus Christ.

“I’m fine now.” Eddie was not fine. He knew what would happen if he left right now. Aftercare was a major part of this whether Steve was prepared for it or not. “Just, um, walk me to my van.”

Steve looked like a kicked puppy, but Eddie didn’t have the time to explain all of this to him.

Steve Harrington didn’t know how much of a freak Eddie was even if he did know he was gay. There’s no way Steve participated in any type of BDSM with the many girls he slept with in high school.

There was absolutely no fuckin’ way Nancy Wheeler let herself get tied to a bed and get fucked by Steve.

He shook his head at the thought.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me drive you. I promise we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Steve sighed. “I just don’t know if you should drive when you went down so hard.”

“You have no idea what even happened,” Eddie argued, pacing back and forth. “I can drive. I just need to walk it off.”

“You don’t walk off subspace.”

Eddie froze. Steve was standing right in front of him now, concern in his big, stupid, adorable eyes.

“How do you even know about subspace?” Eddie whispered.

“I slept with half the high school and two guys in Indy. I know what subspace is, Eds.”

Eddie must still be in space. Or maybe another galaxy.

“Sorry, did you just say you slept with two guys in Indy?” Has Steve seriously fucked more guys than Eddie has? Eddie, the resident gay man of Hawkins, has only been with one man in his entire life and Steve has apparently slept with two?

“Well, I wasn’t gonna sleep with two men in Hawkins!” Steve threw his hands up before putting them on his hips. “I hit up a gay bar and didn’t realize it doubled as a BDSM club until I was already in it and then a nice guy showed me the ropes. Literally. There were ropes involved.”

Eddie snorted. Steve was pretty and funny. Great. Just what he needed.

“I have a quick recovery, so I’ll be fine to drive home,” Eddie tried, though even he could hear his voice still shaking.

“No one is that quick,” Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a hug. “Has that ever happened before?”

“Not like that.”

“We should probably talk about it.”

The last thing Eddie wanted to do was talk about how someone playing with his hair and moving his head around while showing the bare minimum of care was enough to send him into subspace, but he had a feeling Steve wasn’t gonna give up easily.

“Fine. What should we talk about? How no one ever touches me gently so the moment someone did, I slipped? How I’ve been avoiding seeing you anywhere in public because I knew it would make my crush come back full force? Oh, I know!” Eddie laughed hysterically as he pulled away. “Let’s talk about how I still think about you in your stupid basketball shorts when I’m fucking myself on four fingers, which is never enough because I can never reach the spot I need to. Or how I once cut out your yearbook photo to keep for jerking off material because my mags weren’t enough. Could even talk about how earlier I wanted you to put your leg between mine so I could rub off on you. Or maybe the weather if you’d prefer that.”

Eddie was panting, could feel the heat on his face rising as he realized everything he’d just said, admitted, to Steve.

He’d never said any of that out loud. Shit, he’d barely said most of it in his own head.

Steve’s arms were pulling him in and Eddie let himself have it, let himself feel small for just a moment. If Steve wasn’t completely disgusted by what he said, then he would at least accept this offering of kindness for now.

They stayed like that for a while, long enough that Eddie started to wonder if he could just live here, right in Steve’s arms.

“It’s looking a little cloudy,” Steve said quietly, hands still rubbing Eddie’s back slowly.

“What?” Eddie still felt a little out of it, but that was entirely out of left field.

“You said we could talk about the weather.”

Eddie snorted. “Oh my God, you’re so-” Eddie looked up at Steve, who was smiling down at him. He felt off-kilter, being the object of that particular Steve look. “Stupid.”

It was fond, probably too fond for someone who needed to protect himself from whatever the hell was happening. He needed to shut this down.

“It’s been mentioned,” Steve’s eyes flickered down to Eddie’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “You good to head out?”

Eddie started to nod, but stopped.

This was his only chance. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d ever be alone with Steve again. If he was gonna kick start a spiral over feelings, he might as well go all out.

He stood at his full height, almost eye level with Steve, and leaned in.

The kiss was not even close to perfect. In fact, as far as kisses go, it was probably in the bottom three for Steve. Eddie chose not to think about how he screwed it all up.

But once the initial shock wore off, and Eddie put his teeth away, Steve’s hand cupped Eddie’s cheek and he licked past his lips.

Leave it to Steve to turn this around, make it something worth the risk.

Their lips moved in sync, both of them deepening the kiss without making it too wet, too filthy for a public space.

It was, dare he say, romantic.

Most kisses Eddie had managed to have were dirty and rough, hidden away in dark bars and alleyways, not exactly prime teen romance.

Of course Steve was good at this, of course he made Eddie melt against him, and of course Eddie was going to start writing hearts around Steve’s name in his notebook as if they were high school sweethearts.

When they pulled apart, it took him a minute to open his eyes. How stereotypical.

Steve was already looking at him, softer than he probably deserved.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Eddie breathed out.

“It’s been mentioned.” Steve’s lips turned up in a smirk before he pulled away completely. “Let’s go.”

They walked back through the school, stopping at Eddie’s locker to grab one of his textbooks as if he actually would use it. By now, he didn’t really need the textbooks to get his work done. And he was actually committed to getting it done this time around.

They were quiet as they continued out to the parking lot, only a few cars belonging to teachers left, maybe a few students stuck here for football or basketball practice. Steve’s car was towards the back, but Eddie’s was almost all the way in the grass field by the main road. It was less risky leaving it further away, less likely that anyone would slash the tires or key the side.

“You’re sure you can drive?” Steve asked as they stood outside his car.

“Yeah. Only five minutes to the trailer. It’ll be fine.” Eddie shrugged like it was nothing, but he was actually a little worried the kiss set him too off balance to focus on the road. Fuck the subspace, Steve’s lips were like discovering a new galaxy.

“Can I call you later? To check on you?” Steve seemed hesitant to ask.

“Uh, yeah? Do you…have my number?”

Steve shook his head, opening the door to his car and reaching into the glovebox to find a pen and an old receipt. As Eddie wrote down the number to the trailer, he thought about how much worse this would be tomorrow, how shitty it would be to have had this absolutely out of this world experience with the one person he never thought he could and then be left with scraps for the rest of his life.

“You uh, you don’t have to call, man. Don’t feel pressured. My uncle will be home so it’s not like I’ll be alone.”

Steve took the paper and pen back, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket and throwing the pen back into the car.

“I’m gonna call.” Steve moved a piece of Eddie’s hair from in front of his face. “You got a phone in your room?”

“No, but the one we have reaches to the bathroom?” Why the hell did he need one in his room?

“Good. Need you to be alone.”

“Steve, what the hell does that mean?”

“How else am I supposed to tell you what I wanna do to you?”

Well, fuck.

Day two: ao3 | tumblr

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #subeddieweek #sub eddie munson #dom steve harrington

[krypticcafe]

Happy Super Late Valentines </3

rating: PG-13/teen

pairing: harry warden/the miner x gn!reader

warning(s): reader had a boyfriend, brief mention of cheating, small mentions of blood, violence, and gore, and harry being scary, for j u s t a bit.

synopsis: you had a shitty valentines day, and harry comes to pick up the leftovers.

a/n: okay, I haven't written fanfic in years, so please excuse me if this comes off as an uber corny dumpster fire. I'm just trying to have fun :'))))

So what if it's Valentine's Day?

So what if you wanted to spend a peaceful time with your boyfriend at home with some baked cookies?

So what if you accidentally burnt those cookies?

So what if you were so paranoid that it felt like someone was watching you the entire time?

So what if your boyfriend pushed asked you to go with him and his friends in some spooky abandoned mineshaft?

So what if you were surrounded by couples making out in a cramped, dark, and cold nooks and crannies and one of them happened to be your best friend and your now ex-boyfriend?

So what if you lashed out, dumped him, stormed out of the cave only to get more lost due to the heat of your anger?

It's fine. It's whatever. Could be worse.

Or at least that's what you told yourself to cope with the shredding of your heart and the burning tears.

Oooooh, but that bastard! The audacity to cheat on you, with her of all people! And he was such an idiot to do so after inviting you to come! Did he not think for a fraction of a second that he'd get caught? Or did all the blood in his brain just go to his dic-

God, what were you thinking, coming here with those guys, giving him the time of day?

Looking back on things, you realized you dodged not a bullet, but a whole missile. But did it reslly have to be on Valentines Day of all days? The world really is just that cruel.

And it was about to get even more cruel.

Screams, maybe half a dozen of them, echoed and bounced off the walls of the cave, finding their way to you. At first, you assumed the group was messing with each other. Either way, you could care less.

Then they started growing more frequent and louder, and you scowled.

'In here after that fiasco? Really? Christ, I'm never going out with any of them ever aga-'

Then you heard a blood-curdling scream. Suddenly, you started to prefer the possibility of what you originally thought they were doing.

Your head whipped to the tunnel left of you as you heard a scream far too familiar, and your body began to curl in on itself as you sat in a ball in the corner.

Footsteps began beating from the same corridor where the scream originated.

Anticipating the worst, you wiped the blur from your eyes, took a deep breath, and braced your hand over a nearby stone that you deemed good enough to buy you some time.

The footsteps grew louder, but remained at a painstakingly steady pace, as if to tease your demise. There was a loud thunk! before the screech of metal scraping rock pierced your ears. You were half expecting to see the grim reaper at this point.

Instead, you were greeted with someone else who might as well be the same person. They were tall, broad, and clad in nothing but a full set of miner's gear. Not a single speck of skin peeked past any part of their clothing, and their mask even managed to hide their eyes behind the dark lens. With what little brightness there was provided by the dim cave lights, you just barely noticed the glistening of the blood on their uniform and the way it dripped down the tip of their pickaxe.

You recognized him as the man from the town's local urban legend. It always seemed cheesy and way too cliche to you but here you were, face to face with the man, the myth himself. Would he make you another one of his victims tonight? Would your death become just another story told at the campfire? The thought made your stomach turn.

The two of you stayed in silence, your hand still gripping the stone while you stared at the miner, searching for any movement that suggesting that you'd be the next one to eat metal. But all you could see was the way his chest heaved, rising and falling from what you understood as the cause of all those screams from earlier.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Clank!

To your surprise, he set down his pickaxe and approached you, kneeling down to your curled form. His head tilted slightly, as if to get a better look at you. A part of you wished you could see his eyes, wondered where he stared, why he stared. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing your eyes shut when he lifted a hand and-

... wiped a tear on your cheek.

You didn't even remember the stone until he pried it from your hand and interlaced your fingers with his, pulling you up with him and into his embrace as he lightly petted your head.

Was he... comforting you?

It would've worked well if uh, he didn't reek of blood and dust.

Staying still as if your life depended on it (it probably did), you let him do as he pleased.

He pulled away from you but kept a gentle grip on your hand, nodding his head in the direction of the tunnels. You couldn't be bothered to question anything anymore, shock was the only thing that kept the fatigue from catching up.

He led you down countless tunnels and caverns, passing by bodies mangled beyond recognition, except for one. You were pretty sure that one was the cretin.

The entire time, the hold his hand had on yours was nothing short of soft and comforting, it almost warmed your heart. Almost.

Eventually, you found where he was taking you, back to the entrance of the mineshaft. He let go of your hand and urged you to the opening. Hesitantly stepping forward, you paused and looked back. He still stood there, though less menacing than he was before despite all the blood and dirt caked on him.

"I- uh... thank you."

Your voice was shaky from processing the events of the past few hours and you had no requirement to thank him, but you felt like you'd regret it if you didn't. The sentiment came across, and he nodded, reaching up again to trace a thumb on your cheek before giving it an affectionate pinch. You watched as he turned and left back into the abyss of the mines, disappearing into the cavern.

It was still dark outside, but you knew the way back from here. You were no longer shaking, nor seething, and the walk back home was oddly peaceful for it being so late in the night.

So what if you might want to see him again?

Bonus

The next morning, you woke up with your eyes feeling raw and your feet sore, but work calls and you had to get up nonetheless.

Nursing a cup of coffee, you checked your door for any mail, instead finding a bright red, heart-shaped box at your doorstep. Fortunately, it didn't contain any beating human heart as the urban legends told, but interestingly enough, a single wild rose and a card.

"Happy Valentines, won't you be mine? - Harry"

#x reader #harry warden #harry warden x reader #my bloody valentine #harry warden x you #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers

[slothgiirl]

nesting (xiao x reader)

1.5k. established relationship. fluff. suggestive but nothing explicit.bird xiao traits tho i didnt lean hard enough into it i dont think so mb ill try again soon.

The first time it happens there’s frost on the ground when you wake up. You have to force the window open. The frost cracks. You wince, half expecting to have broken the window. 

Cold air invades the already drafty flat at the top of Wangshu Inn. 

You cross your arms over your chest. The cotton robe did little to protect from the start of the winter season. Snezhnaya did have a monopoly on snow. All too soon snow would cover the Liyue landscape. There were only a handful of snow days and the sun melted most of it away by noon, but you still shivered as the sun rose.

You strike the flint, restarting the fire in the wood stove. Xiao must have put it out accidentally. It was a common occurrence with his anemo fuelled comings and goings. You didn’t want to say anything, worried your lover would take it the wrong way. This was new. He’d only just asked you to move in with him.

You rub your hands together. 

No, you would simply relight the fire. 

Striking the flint again, you light the incense, dispelling any lingering demonic energies. The smell of herbs and resin was familiar by now. Xiao had taught you the ritual, the ancient Liyue words to recite, to keep yourself free of his taint. 

You sigh.

You can see your breath. 

The ink would have to be warmed for you to work. 

You pull on your warmest trousers, think about purchasing some meters of wool from the Mondstadt traders to sew a warmer set, and set out a fresh new sheet of paper. Your calligraphy was well liked in Liyue Harbor. The smooth lines were auspicious for merchants most worried after Morax’s passing.

The ink was smooth liquid once more. Lately, your head has been filled with tales of Skybracer. You flip through your books, looking for a passage that speaks to you when a gust of wind enters the room atop Wangshu Inn. 

“You’re back,” you smile, knowing it was Xiao. “I didn’t even feel you come in last night.” 

“I did not want to disturb you,” your lover sets a knit blanket over your shoulders, “while I have little use for rest, I would not deprive you of sleep.” Xiao carefully places a flawless chunk of mystic ore on your desk. It sparkles in the early morning sun. 

“It’s pretty.” You’d never use it to enhance anything. A gift from Xiao, you’d treasure it forever. 

“The shine caught my eye,” Xiao admits, ducking his head down, “was your sleep undisturbed?” He worried his nightmares would leak into your dreams. 

“I still think you could’ve woken me up.” You snort when he traces the marks on your collar bones. “We mortals can take naps Adeptus Xiao,” you tease, raking your fingers through his hair. “And I never mind when it’s you.”

Xiao scowls, “who else would it be?” 

You kiss his jaw, “my alarm clock.” You set your work aside, focusing the sum of your attention on your lover. “Where did you get this,” you ask, feeling the heft of the cotton used, the intricate knit. All knits were intercrate when you’d given up on knitting entirely. 

“Do you like it,” he asks softly, taking your hands in his. 

“Mhm.” You plant a kiss against his brow. 

“The surge in demonic activity in Cuijue Slope has coincided with an increase in temple offerings,” Xiao explains. “Given the change in weather. . .” he trails off. 

“Are you staying long,” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, intent on keeping him to yourself. You had gone far in teaching Xiao the benefits of cuddling even if he didn’t need to sleep. 

“No.” Xiao’s amber eyes met yours. He wraps his arm around your waist.

“Mm,” you smile, knowing you’d won. Then you kiss him, welcoming the warmth of his lips against yours. 

-- 

You help Verr Goldet spread salt all along the ramp up to Wangshu Inn. The bags of salt were heavy and it was hard not to feel like a freeloader when you didn’t know the specifics of Xiao’s arrangement with the Innkeeper and her husband. 

“There,” Verr Goldet wipes her hands on her apron, “that should do it.”

“I’d hate to fall from this far up,” you look over the railing. The frost took longer and longer to melt with each passing day. 

“It’s a good thing the Traveler took up our commissions to fix the stairs,” the woman agrees. “Smiley Yanxiao made chicken and dumpling soup if you’d like a bowl.”

“You are too kind Auntie,” you address her warmly. Everything else felt too cold, this was the best form of address for her you decide on. 

“Come now, you just helped me lug salt up and down five stories. That’s at least worth soup. It’d have to pay 10,000 mora for the adventure’s guild to do it.”

“Well,” you laugh, “when you put it that way.”

You have dinner with the staff of Wangshu Inn. It’s past midnight when you finally make your way up to your home. Your home with Xiao. You have to take a deep breath when you linger on that for too long, waiting outside your door because it was true and your heart felt like it wanted to explode from happiness. Your’s and Xiao’s home. 

You step inside.

It wasn’t anything special. You doubted the most pious of Liyue imagined an Adeptus to reside in a studio cluttered with jars of ink, a tiny stove, and your clothes carelessly tossed into a pile on the trunk, and yet there Xiao was, fluffing up pillows on the bed in a simple act of domesticity that had you swooning. His spear was set against the wall, Yaksha mask on his belt and he was arranging the blankets that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. 

“Hey,” you set your shoes by the door, changing into your house slippers. “have you been waiting long?”

Xiao shakes his head, focused on arranging the pillows. “I do not mind. My duties are solitary in nature.” 

You feed more wood into the stove. The thing was well built, filling the room despite being the size of your night stand. 

“Will you join me,” Xiao sits up in bed on his knees, red dusting his cheeks. He could be so bashful for an adeptus that regularly slayed demons. You loved the fact the he flustered easily even when he’d fucked you on the grass. 

“I’d love to,” you hang up your jacket, “will you stay with me?” 

He doesn’t answer right away, waiting for you to crawl into bed with him.

You discard your sweater and trousers, adding more to the pile on your trunk. Laundry day was fast approaching. “Do you want me to make you anything to eat?” 

Xiao shakes his head. “There’s no need.” 

You slide under the covers, sighing against the plush blankets. There were furs at the foot of the bed that your toes grazed when you stretched out. The pillow covers must be silk you think, tapping Xiao’s arm, “lay down with me.” 

He lays down next to you, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I am glad you are here.” 

“So will you stay?” There’s so much raw love and fondness for you in Xiao’s eyes as you stroke your hands over his chest, feeling up his muscular arms. You wanted nothing more than to feel his naked body against yours. You wanted Xiao, wanted to feel him inside you. 

“Mm,” Xiao tips your chin back, kissing the side of your throat. “That was my intention when I asked you to lay with me.”

Your body flushes with heat. You doubt Xiao said the innuendo intentionally, but you don't care when he nips your bottom lip with his teeth. 

You’re greedy. 

You kiss him back readily, pulling his body flush against yours, canting your hips, rubbing against his leg shamelessly. You kiss him, stroking his tongue with yours. 

Xiao leans back, all puffed up, pleased in a way that’s new to you. 

You lay your head back, catching your breath, already thinking of new ways to entice him to lay with you. To fuck you. To make love to you, whatever so long as it meant having Xiao. 

“That can’t be comfortable,” you pull on his gloves, “to sleep in,” you allude to his usual warrior’s gear. 

“Your intentions are transparent,” Xiao huffs, sliding his thigh between your legs and you know that he’ll spend the next few hours making love to you.

You slip your hand under his shirt, “I love you.”

“As I love you,” he whispers softly against your cheek.

--

Xiao hangs crystal cores from the ceiling. 

They twinkle in the night like your own private stars. 

Xiao sets chunks of Cor Lapis and Noctilucous Jade on the windowsill as if jewelers didn’t pay a small fortune for raw gemstone this pristine. There’s slices of bright blue crystal chunk on the wall next to your line paintings that alchemists would covet for their potions. 

But it doesn’t click for you until you leaf through a book on Dihua Marsh, painting abstract cranes for practice on brown recycled paper. It doesn’t click for you until you read the description on the finches and their nests that you remember what type of illuminated beast Xiao is.

#bird xiao #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #nesting #aka xiao basically going my so moved in and now i must make a nest worthy of them #i wanna say gender neutral but idk i think it can be femme coded

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting knob covers on the stove that my disabled dad couldn't open?

So I (26M) recently moved back in with my parents (60M and 58F) temporarily because I'm kind of between apartments right now. My dad has Parkinson's disease and has, over the years, become both clumsier and more absent-minded. An important symptom of Parkinson's that will become relevant in this story is that he also has partial anosmia (his sense of smell is impaired).

So anyway, about a year and a half ago, before I had moved out, one day I came home from work and smelled gas as soon as I entered the house. I discovered one of the burners on the stove had been left open, and gas had been seeping into the room. I turned off the main gas supply, opened all the windows, and waited outside while calling my mom about it frantically. It turns out Dad had been cleaning the oven earlier and must have bumped the burner with his head while leaning in to clean the door. Because of his anosmia, he had not smelled the gas. I kind of freaked out and threatened to remove all the knobs off the stove, because I felt my life was in danger, but my mom talked me down into believing that it was just a fluke and probably wouldn't happen again.

Anyway, fast forward to the day before yesterday. I woke up after sleeping in late (I work night shifts now) and went to go make myself some food, but for some reason the GFI circuit breaker to the stove outlet had tripped. After resetting it, I immediately noticed that the lower drawer oven was on, because the knob had been left on. That oven is a little broken because the drawer mechanism is bent, so it doesn't close fully - I'm speculating, but the only thing I can think of is that the breaker must have tripped because the drawer was open and the heating element couldn't keep it up to temperature without getting so hot it exceeded its current rating or something. There was no gas leak this time, thankfully, but I knew my dad must have left it that way since my mom never cooks in the morning, especially not with the oven, ESPECIALLY not with the broken drawer oven. The only logical conclusion was that he accidentally bumped the knob again and didn't notice again. This time, thank God it wasn't the gas again.

I basically just told my mom that I was getting knob covers for the stove, and she agreed. So I got some on Amazon with next day delivery and installed them as soon as they arrived. I then took an afternoon nap, and then spent a few hours in my room playing video games and talking with friends on Discord. I was home the entire day, though, and he has my phone number and is able to text if he thought it would be impolite to knock or something. He didn't say a word to me all day.

Apparently, though, he got furious with my mom because the knobs have safety covers on them now. He told her he can't open them (although I later walked down the stairs, and found one of them open, and I had not left it that way - he definitely can, I think he just had trouble figuring out how at first. They're child safety caps so unfortunately they're a bit tricky to get open) and that now he was unable to cook for himself. He did not ask me to help him get them open though, and I would have done so in a heartbeat. He has not said anything about this to me at all, not even anything subtle or passive-aggressive.

I discussed it with my mom, and we agreed to leave them mostly closed but unlatched - the latch is the difficult part to get open, but they stay closed enough for them to keep the knobs from being bumped even if they are not fully latched shut. My mom agreed to communicate with him better about stuff like this. But if he asks to have the caps removed completely, it's a hard, hard no - I don't want to die in a gas explosion.

AITA for doing this?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[loveydovey-leviathan]

fights with sebek and talking it out

x gn!reader

warnings: curse words, like 1 small mention of self-hatred, probably ooc sebek :/

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Saying that today was not your day would be more than just a major understatement. Everything, both small and big, seemed to be going wrong. You woke up late on top of your desk, having spent the entire night cramming for an important test you completely forgot about, not to mention Grimm didn’t even try to help, so the grade was entirely on you. And while you ran towards the school, you tripped and injured yourself, which also sent Grimm flying across the pavement. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt, but he did talk your ear off for it.

So you arrived to class injured, tired, and your uniform messed up. The professor made you stay back during lunch, which was to be expected, but the thought didn’t do anything to help your mood. And during the rest of the exam, the students stared as they laughed amongst themselves- the magicless prefect once again shows how much they don’t belong.

And so to add several shakes of salt to the already wide-open wound, you were also hungry- having skipped breakfast. At the very least, you packed Grim some extra tuna so he didn’t complain too much. But as you cleaned the class, you accidentally tipped over a beaker. The sound made a loud crash! in the empty schoolroom. It was safe to say your punishment got worse.

As you walked to your next class, you saw your friends for the first time today, and the first thing Ace does is make a comment about your appearance.

“Geez, what happened to you? You look like a mess-,”

“Not today, Ace,” you usually wouldn’t have minded, but it was only halfway through this excruciatingly long and stressful day and you wanted nothing more than for it to be over. To close your eyes and sleep for the next few days, to replenish your energy so you could have enough strength to handle the next pile of bullshit Crowley or someone else will inevitably put you through.

You expected him to keep pushing the topic, but your look may have convinced him to stop his jokes for once. Whatever it was, you were grateful that he read the signs and shut his mouth. And thankfully, so did the rest of the first-year gang. You could tell they were keeping themselves in line for you. Maybe you’d treat them with something when you had the time.

But all the peace your friends had been desperately trying to keep will inevitably come crashing down in the form of green hair, crocodile eyes and a loud mouth. And to make things even more unfortunate, it was the end of the day and the one time you were alone, Grim had gone scampering off to Scarabia (thank the Seven for the crappy cellphone Crowley gave you and the fact that Jamil woke up with a kind heart today). In other words, you were at your wit’s end.

“HUMAN!!”

You take in a deep breath before turning your head, meeting the eyes of Sebek, and before you could tell him that you’ve had a bad day and would really appreciate some peace and quiet-

“Young Master wishes to invite you over to Diasomnia for a group study session! ”

“Sorry Sebek,” you interrupt him with a sigh. You really don’t have the energy to study, let alone walk to another dorm and face the Diasomnia students, glaring at you for daring to even look at their Great Malleus.

“EXCUSE ME?! For someone as great as him to personally extend an invitation to-”

“God, do you ever shut up?!”

The words had tumbled out of your mouth before you could even properly register them in your head, and all that is left is silence as you watch one of your closest friends take in what you said. Your brain refuses to cooperate as you desperately try to get yourself to open your mouth and apologize.

“Sebek, I-”

By the time you manage to gain control of your body, you know it’s too late. You see the exact moment his face hardens, and all he gives you is a nod before he turns around and walks back to his dorm. 

Not knowing what to do, you just watch him leave. You figured you would give him some space before you tried apologizing, maybe the time alone wallowing in your own misery and self-hatred would be enough to convince the emotional part of your brain that you had suffered enough, that karma had already been dealt and you wouldn’t feel as bad for hurting him.

But try as you might, you couldn’t get the image of his eyes glistening for just a moment before he walked away out of your head.

…

An entire week had passed since the incident. You had tried approaching him to apologize numerous times, but you were 100% sure that he had been actively avoiding you. Your little gang had tried talking with him to help, but it seemed Sebek had been avoiding them as well. And during the few times they managed to catch up to him, as soon as they brought up your name, he would make some type of excuse and run off.

Sebek Zigvolt. Running away from confrontation.

At this rate, you had half a mind to walk up to his room after school so you could apologize right then and there, where he would have nowhere to go. You wouldn’t, of course, but you were definitely thinking about it.

But it seems like you didn’t have to go to such measures, because when you arrived at Ramshackle Dorm, you saw him standing on your porch.

You quietly tell Grim to go inside and have dinner without you, and for once, he complies with no fight. You watch him go through the little pet door you had installed in case he wanted to get in when you weren’t nearby. 

As soon as he was safely inside, you walk up to Sebek, who was staring at you with the hardened expression he’s worn on his face since your confrontation. Lilia must have talked to him and convinced him to confront you directly, for which you're grateful. Sebek looked like he had something to voice out, which was strange since you were the one at fault here.

A large and incredibly awkward silence filled the air as the both of you tried to think of what to say. But you’re the first one to speak.

“Umm… okay,” you take a slightly shaky breath. “I’m uhh- I’m sorry, Sebek,”

He says nothing, so you continue.

“Sorry I lashed out at you. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just-” you let out a guilty sigh. “I was just really tired that day. It’s not an excuse, but- yeah. I’m sorry,”

It definitely wasn’t the best apology, but you hope that your sincerity came forth.

But still, no response. His eyes were looking at you as intensely as ever, and you don’t know what that means.

“Err.. Sebek?”

“...I’m… having difficulty finding the words to properly express myself,”

“O…kay. Umm..” you try to think of a way to help him, but your mind is blank. “Do you want to sit down?”

He stares at you for a moment before giving a curt nod. You look around and realise you don’t really have anywhere to sit, so you opt for the rickety stairs of the porch, and he soon follows.

The silence stretches on for a long while, but you have no problem waiting. Still, it wouldn’t do to just stare at him as he thinks of ‘how to properly express’ himself, so you distract yourself with your thoughts.

If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d think he wouldn’t have taken what you said to heart. He’s always had tough skin (literally and metaphorically), and a comment like that wouldn’t have even made a dent. But you’ve known each other for months now, and while there were still many things that remained a mystery to you when it came to Sebek, you knew he was more sensitive than he let on, especially when said person is dear to him.

Despite everything, your slightly fucked-up head couldn’t help but be glad that this situation practically proved that he saw you as someone to care about.

”Many people have told me that I am too loud and boisterous, but I never pay them any mind,” you quickly recollect your thoughts and focus all your attention on him, and from the tone of his voice and the way he wouldn’t turn to face you, it was evident that this was hard for him to admit.

“My sole duty is to protect the Young Master, so if cowardly people like them want to talk in whispers behind my back, so be it,”

Another pause, like he so desperately wanted to stop there, but nonetheless, he pushed forward.

“So imagine my surprise when I came to the realization that I was hurt by what you had said. I realized that it wasn’t because of your statement, but because you had said them,”

It was easy to say that Sebek had never been this honest with you before, and now he was looking at you with another expression you’d never seen on him, and you didn’t know how to describe it nor how it made you feel. But you could tell this was your time to speak.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said, right? I like it when you talk, I like watching you get passionate and excited, and I like how you’re not afraid to express how you feel. Even to me, even after I hurt you,”.

He’s shocked by that apparently, like he didn’t expect you to say anything even remotely close to what you just said.

And then he quickly turns his head away and coughs into his hand, and after a moment of- what you assume- is him trying to collect himself, he looks at you again, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that everything between the two of you had been resolved. Even if it would take some time to get back to normal with him.

“...Thank you, [ ___ ]”

#i dont rly like how this turned out tbh #but i wanted to try writing a 'long' fic #and i couldnt get sebek out of my head even tho I don't rly like him #so this came out #:/ #also i have no idea how sebek's character is #got references from voice lines and the fan wiki #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x y/n #twst fluff #twst angst #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek x you

[bio1]

Hey everyone, we final got done with act 1 of my Earthspark horror theme fan fic called "throughout a rotted oak".

Was going of this posted on Halloween (since the story takes place there) but we just didn't have enough time or energy for that then.

Anyway thank you to my friend @billie-jay for doing A lot of the writing and grammar checking with me. Couldn't done this without them. Anyway here's the first act, Enjoy.😊

Also warning this story contains: descriptions of graphic imagery and body horror.

"Throughout a rotted oak" Act one: sleepy beginnings.

Despite how close to midnight it was, the sound of footsteps could still be heard throughout the dugout. A combination of caffeine and late night movie watching was keeping Twitch Malto wide awake while the rest of her terran siblings dozed off peacefully. In her defense, if Robbie didn’t want her drinking his energy drinks, he should have kept them hidden better. And the password to her father’s Netflix account should have been more secure than ‘bumblebee123’.

Though the entirety of the terrans had all stayed up to binge as many horror movies as they could think of (with the expectation of Jawbreaker, who had his eyes closed the entire time out of fear), only Twitch was still awake. As she paced nervously up and down the dugout, she looked over her sleeping siblings one by one. Thrash was in his alt mode, somehow completely upside down. His engine was repeatedly reving up and stalling in a cycle, as if he was snoring. Jawbreaker was laying facedown on the floor, a comically small teddy bear perched carefully on top of his head. Hashtag, who had tried staying up later herself by watching youtube, had eventually fallen asleep as well, her phone autoplaying what sounded like Russian dashcam crash footage. And Nightshade… Hm, actually, she didn’t see Nightshade anywhere. Not that she was really paying attention, however. Her mind was too busy replaying everything she had seen earlier in the night over and over.

The kids had essentially gone to the horror section on Netflix and watched as many movies as they could before they got tired. From goofier horror comedies like "Critters" to things genuinely terrifying physiological thrillers like "Halloween", and some striking and odd balance of the two like "Scream". What really got to her, however, was John Carpenter's "The Thing", and not just because of what happened to those poor sled dogs. That awful, morphing monster, the way it ripped the research team apart, really stuck with her. Possibly because it reminded her of a few of Mandroid’s own creations she had to fight before, epecially that bear mutant from mother’s day.

She was so caught up in her own head that she didn’t even notice Fluffy Ears right in front of her. Twitch ended up tripping right over the family’s pet cow, who decided it would be a good idea to sleep in the middle of the dugout’s hallway. She managed to catch herself mid fall by switching into her alt mode just before hitting the ground. The sleepy calf roused her head, looked at the little red drone hovering directly in front of her, gave her a quick lick, and fell back asleep. The whole ordeal was quiet enough not to wake anyone else, but it did catch the attention of Nightshade, poking their head out from around a corner near their lab.

“Oh, Twitch, I didn’t know you were still up.” They smiled. “Is everything alright? You look nervous.”

“How can you tell that if I’m in my alt mode?”

“Well, you’re shaking. Pretty violently.”

She hadn’t even realized that, but they were right. She accidentally bumped into Fluffy Ears pretty hard. Startled, Twitch switched back into her normal mode and tried profusely apologizing to the calf. Fluffy Ears didn’t seem to mind, and got up from her spot to start aimlessly wandering around the dugout.

“I’m, uh, I’m fine, Nightshade. What are you doing over there, anyway?” Twitch attempted to change the subject, making her way over to Nightshade’s lab. At the very least, this might be a fun distraction. Nightshade’s bright green optics lit up at this, clearly excited to show someone their work.

"I am so glad you asked." They tugged on their sibling's arm and pulled them into their lab. On a table in the center was a large, ominous looking metal contraption.

"Wait, isn't that-" Twitch began, before getting cut off.

"The reverse beartrap from Saw, yes!" Nightshade beamed, proudly holding it up. "The movies we watched tonight weren't particularly the type I enjoy, but I did appreciate some of the creative inventions a few of them displayed." They looked over to see Twitch with a completely horrified expression on her face. "Oh, are you wondering if it works? I am too. This is just a prototype I whipped up based on how it was explained in the film. I was actually just about to test it-" They reached under the table and pulled out a full pumpkin. Nightshade extended their arms and eagerly gestured for Twitch to take the gourd. "Since you're up, would you like to do the honors?"

"... Actually, I was wondering why you built a torture device in the first place." She finally responded, nervously looking it over. "I mean, you've built some crazy stuff in the past, but this is, uh, kind of disturbing, Nightshade."

Nightshade looked somewhat disappointed at this, shaking their head a bit. "You've got the wrong idea! A torture device implies that the victim is meant to survive."

Nightshade set the trap down and activated it themselves. Within seconds, it ripped the pumpkin open, its guts splattering messily onto the floor.

"A person wouldn't have survived that." They added, clearly happy the machine worked as intended.

Twitch flinched and stood back, her eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

"Twitch?" Nightshade asked, concerned. "What is-oh. I get it. Don't worry, it was never my intention to use this on any living being. I just like challenging myself, and building this seemed like it would be an interesting experiment." They began scooping the guts off the concrete floor. "The thought of this device ever actually being used for its original purpose… that's something I wouldn't even have wished on Mandroid." They muse. Noticing their sister was still silent, Nightshade approached her, a worried look forming on their features.

"Are you sure you're alright? You didn't think I was really going to-" Twitch cut them off.

"No! Oh, no, I know you wouldn't, Shady. I'm just kind of on edge tonight, I guess. Probably shouldn't have stolen Robbie's energy drinks." She attempted to brush off their concern as convincingly as she could.

"You probably shouldn't have! Caffeine can worsen the hyperactive aspects of ADHD after all." They agreed, patting her on the shoulder.

"...You think I have ADHD?"

Before Nightshade could respond, a massive crunch boomed out from above them.

"What was that!?" Twitch flew out in search of the cacophony. Nightshade, trying their best to keep up with her, tiptoed as softly as they could to prevent waking the others. They found Twitch looking through the camera screens in the main room of the dugout. There was nothing unusual on live feed, just a few autumn leaves blowing past the cameras Nightshade has placed around the ranch.

"Should we-" Nightshade began, getting cut off again.

"Check it out? Yes, obviously!" She seemed a little too excited to see what was out there. Perhaps she was just looking for an excuse to feel useful, or burn off some of her energy.

Without a second of hesitation, she switched to her alt mode and flew outside, wildly darting around the sky above the dugout. Twitch changed back into bot mode as she landed on the barn's roof. With the moonlight nearly hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, it was almost pitch black outside. Nightshade caught up with their energetic sister, surprised to see her standing still as a statue.

"Twitch! There is nothing out here but the nocturnal wildlife. Perhaps it was a raccoon who made that sound." Nightshade said.

Twitch responded in a shaky tone. "Nightshade, what kind of raccoon could make a noise that loud?"

"...One with rabies?"

"Wait! Listen for a moment." She hushed, falling silent again.

Nightshade listened for something out there to satisfy their sister's paranoia. "I hear nothing Twitch."

"Exactly, Nightshade! There's nothing! No crickets chirping, none of the cows are making any sound, there aren't even moths near the lights!" She exclaimed frantically.

"Oh goodness, you're right. Now that is odd. The only time it's ever perfectly quiet outside is when there is something…dangerous around."

Nightshade glared in front of them, attempting to make out the source of the eerie calmness.

"That tree… wasn't there before." They noted, their voice shaky as they pointed ahead.

Twitch turned to see what her sibling was referring to. In the middle of the forest, several hundred meters away from the barn, a massively tall, crooked tree stood high above the rest. It only has three twisted branches, growing out of its spindly stalk in such a way to vaguely resemble a humanoid figure with bending limbs. One branch in the middle rounded out at the end to form the "head" of this horrific plant.

"Ok, so that certainly wasn't a raccoon then." Nightshade commented. Their sister began switching into her alt mode, before the younger green bot grabbed hold of her. "Twitch, wait! Going out to investigate… whatever that is right away probably isn't a good idea. We should at least think this through first."

Twitch struggled in their grip for a second before shaking herself off, but didn't immediately fly out like she wanted to. "What's the hold up? You seriously want to just head in and call it a night?" She snapped at them.

"No, of course not. I just think we shouldn't do it alone." They added, remaining calm.

"And give that tree-thing a chance to move in first? I don't think so." Twitch shifted and took off into the sky. Reluctantly, Nightshade changed into their alt mode as well, flying directly in front of her to block her path.

"Twitch! What's gotten into you?" They asked frantically. Thankfully for them, Twitch did stop on her tracks. "You clearly aren't doing well tonight. Whatever's got you troubled, I'm here for you, and so is the rest of the family."

"We clearly have bigger issues than my anxiety to deal with right now!" She shouted. "Things like… that are just more proof I haven't been doing enough to keep us safe."

"Is that what this is about? Twitch, this isn't your fault-" she cut them off.

"Well it'll be both of our faults if that tree monster gets its dirty roots on the others because we were busy screwing around here!"

Nightshade wasn't sure how to respond. Twitch’s panicked tone and expression afe it clear how stressed and out of it she was. But how were they supposed to comfort her? This entire situation was making it hard for even them to think, especially with that giant tree staring at them-

Wait, the tree was staring at them?

Nightshade slowly turned their head to get a better look, and to their horror, the tall head of the ominous tree had sprouted a pair of huge, glowing eyes.

“We need to go back inside, now!” They grabbed Twitch's arm with their talons, dragging their sister behind them. Almost involuntarily, the younger mech let out an owlish screech as they dived back into the dugout from the entrance in the barn's roof.

Switching back into their alt mode, Nightshade rushed over to the console displaying the security cameras’ feds. They displayed nothing but static, oddly enough. Nightshade, frustrated and confused, frantically tried fixing the console, but nothing seemed to be working.

After a few moments, Twitch quietly approached her sibling, meekly tapping them on the shoulder. “Shady, I need to tell you something…”

“I'm not mad at you, Twitch. Just, I need to focus right now-”

“That's not what an owl sounds like.” She continued.

Nightshade stopped what they were working on and turned to face her. “...I'm sorry?”

“I've been meaning to say this ever since you got your alt mode, but that owl screech you do isn't actually what owls sound like. The noise you make is more like an eagle or a hawk.”

Nightshade just sort of stared at her, not sure what to say.

“Oh.” Was all they could think of as a response.

“Wait, why would you bring that up now?”

“I'm sorry! I'm scared! I can't even really think straight, it feels like my brain is shutting down…” She grabbed onto her head and shook it, as if trying to forcefully wake herself up.

Nightshade tried to go back to fixing the camera system, but found that their own mind felt somewhat fuzzy as well. They've repaired similar errors on this exact console plenty of times before. Yet for some reason, the solution just wasn't coming to them now.

“It had eyes, didn't it? That's what those were, in the tree, I mean. Huge eyes.” Twitch finally spoke, her usually fast speaking voice noticeably low in energy. “Do you think… that was something Ghost made?”

“I can't imagine what use they would have with a giant, monstrous tree.” Nightshade answered, putting down the wires they were fiddling with. “We should alert the others.”

“...Right.” their sister responded. She glided over to the nearest Malto sibling, that being Hashtag. The large purple mech was still peacefully dozing off with her phone now playing, of all things, Wendigoon’s conspiracy theory iceberg. As if this whole situation wasn't ominous enough.

Twitch gently nudged the larger bot’s shoulder. “Hashtag? Get up, something happened.”

No response. She was still completely out of it.

“H-hashtag?” Twitch shook her sister a little more forcefully now.

She still didn't stir.

“HASHTAG! WAKE UP!” Twitch yelled as loudly as possible, but this didn't do much besides startle the already well-awake Nightshade.

The smaller red bot, frustrated at this point, switched into her alt mode and fired a laser several inches from her sleeping sister. This also accomplished nothing.

“Twitch! What on earth are you doing?” Nightshade called out frantically.

“I wasn't going to hit her! I… I couldn't think of anything else, I thought that would work.” She admitted, her voice shaky.

Twitch flew over to Thrash and Jawbreaker, shouting their names and firing controlled lasers inches from their bodies in a reckless attempt to wake them. The brothers were similarly out cold, however, and nothing she did had any affect on them.

“You need to stop that! If you miss and hit them…” Nightshade began, cutting themselves off as they watched the red drone revert to her bot mode, a defeated and exhausted expression washing over her face. Her large yellow optics seemed to almost wobble in place, a streaking, cold light emanating from them. Nightshade got the impression that if Cybertronians were physically capable of shedding tears, she'd be sobbing right now.

“What's going on, Shady?” She barely managed to speak, nearly choking on every word.

Seeing their usually cheerful, energic sister in such a miserable state was utterly heartbreaking for Nightshade. It wasn't her fault, but Twitch seemed to truly believe whatever misfortune her family had fallen upon somehow could have been prevented by her.

Nightshade, not being the best at emotional support, tried to go for a more practical way of comforting her. “They… they aren't dead.” The younger Terran informed her. Walking over to Jawbreaker, Nightshade gently pried his eyelids apart to reveal intact, glowing optics. They weren't responding to any stimuli, but the fact that they were on was proof that the bots were in some kind of comatose state.

“How did you…” Twitch started speaking, but seemingly lost the strength to continue partway through her question.

“How did I know?” Nightshade presumptively finished for her. Twitch nodded in confirmation. “I've installed vital trackers in all of us. If any of us were to go offline, I would get an alert.” They informed her.

“Oh, that's good. Thank you.” She seemed a little relieved, before realizing the full consequences of what her sibling just admitted. “Wait, I don't remember… when did you install those?”

“That's not really something we need to worry about now…” Nightshade mumbled, not expecting her to question their actions.

“...Nightshade, how many… things have you added to us?” She lowered her gaze a bit, inquisitively. Before questioning them further, her optics lit up, having remembered something.

“I just realized, we never saw Fluffy Ears!” She blurted out frantically. Twitch began zooming around the dugout in her altmode, looking for the baby cow.

Nightshade gave a sigh of relief that her line of questioning was over for now, and joined her in the search.

“Where was she last?” They called out, looking around their lab while Twitch scanned the dugout’s hall.

“I… I don't know, she just sort of wandered off-Oh!” Twitch flew over to a far corner of the room.

“I found her! What are you doing over here, silly cow…” Twitch nudged the calf, who seemed to be fast asleep, resting her head on her flank. Fluffy Ears didn't stir, however.

“...Fluffy Ears?” Twitch was significantly more worried as she spoke this time, her voice getting louder. The calf didn't respond.

Nightshade looked over their sister's shoulders, noting that, thankfully, the little cow was still breathing.

“That's odd, very odd… whatever happened to our siblings seems to be affecting her as well.” Nightshade leaned down and gently stroked Fluffy Ears head, mostly in an attempt to calm themselves down. This entire situation wasn't making any sense, and that scared them. They needed to remain calm, however, if only to reassure Twitch.

The smaller bot looked to her sibling for answers.

“...Do you think it's gotten to everyone in the house?”

“Are you referring to whatever has put everyone here to sleep?” Nightshade attempted to clarify.

“Yeah, I mean, if it got to Fluffy Ears… Mom, Dad, Robbie, and Mo are also organic.”

“That's a good point, actually.” Nightshade pondered. They didn't even think of that. “Are we dealing with some kind of virus that affects both organics and bots? Does such a thing even exist?”

“Forget virus, it's obviously coming from that messed up tree outside.”

“The tree? That can't be right. How could it even…” Nightshade was at a complete loss.

“Seriously, Nightshade? This thing shows up, and suddenly, all of our family is out cold. That can't be a coincidence.” She was exasperated.

“I agree it's strange, but there shouldn't be any way a plant could incapacitate both organics and Cybertronians by just… I don't even know…” Their head was starting to throb like a migraine. Trying to think critically was physically hurting them.

The two siblings just stood there, feeling their own bodies growing weaker with every passing second. It was a sensation similar to being sedated. A feeling they probably would have given into, had Twitch not noticed a strange black tendril poking out of a nearby vent.

“Is that a rat?” Twitch asked groggily. Wouldn't be the first time a rat got into the dugout. But said rats usually weren't so long. And slithering…

“Nightshade! Get down!” Twitch jumped and pushed her sibling down to the ground, just before a huge tendril swung at their head. The tendril instead hit the monitors Nightshade had attempted to fix. A single whack caused not only all the monitors to shatter, but the concrete wall behind them to violently crack.

Nightshade's optics widened with horror. There was no question about it. If that tendril had hit them instead, their head would have been knocked clean off.

The tendril dove for the pair of them, seeming to know exactly where they were despite not having eyes. They both moved to opposite sides, barely avoiding getting stabbed. As it pulled out of the small hole it burrowed into the floor, the tendril opened up for a second, briefly revealing a crimson reptilian eye that scanned the room before closing again.

Nightshade, in an effort to get out of the way, bumped into the table they had placed the reverse bear trap onto earlier. It fell into their lap with a clattering thud. An idea came to them, and they armed the trap to go off again.

“Twitch, take this and have it drive for you again! When it gets close, have it aim for the trap! I think it only keeps its eyes open for a few seconds at a time!”

Twitch, being the faster of the two even in her groggy state, agreed with a nod and flew past the tendril, the trap in her grasp. It took the bait and launched itself directly towards her, where it got the last several feet of its body caught in the trap’s mechanisms.

The tendril squirmed and rattled as the reverse beartrap’s countdown ticked. After a few agonizingly long seconds, it finally went off. Just as it had with the pumpkin earlier in the night, it absolutely ripped its prey apart with ease. Shards of metal and some kind of fleshy material flew to all corners of the dugout.

The worst part wasn't the sight of the impact, however, it was the dreadful noise it made. Whatever the tendril was attached to screamed in pain as its appendage was destroyed. It had a cry like a nuclear siren, low, loud, and ear-piercing. It felt like something you were never meant to hear, and simply perceiving was a sign that you as the listener were at death’s door.

What remained of the tendril receded back through the vents, leaking a runny black liquid with an odd, iridescent shimmer. A few of the larger chunks that had been ripped open were still slightly animate, curling where they lay like a dying spider.

Nightshade cautiously approached what appeared to be the eye of the tendril, or atleast what was left of it.

It was a translucent, jelly-like red substance with an awful black slit for a pupil that had sort of melted into the iris due to its injury. Said pupil shuddered in place one last time as Nightshade got closer, almost as if it could still perceive the bot somehow.

“Nightshade! Are you alright right!?” Twitch said, sounding out of breath despite not actually having lungs.

“Yes, I'm just a bit scratched up. It's nothing but a bit of polish won't get out.”

Without saying anything else, Nightshade grabbed and chugged down one of the energy drinks that their sister left out. “I know I said earlier that us drinking these was probably a bad idea, but I think they might help.” Their sister nervously fiddled with the can’s lid before managing to get it open for herself.

Nightshade scooped up what's left of the otherworldly tendril and brought it back to their lab.

Pausing to consider their next move, Nightshade eventually settled on attaching the still pulsating fleshy bits to a battery hooked up to a light bulb. After a few seconds, the light dimmed before going out completely. The battery was instantly dead.

“It appears you were right after all. Whatever this thing is, it emits some kind of field that drains energy from anything it's near.” Nightshade concluded.

“So that's what makes us feel so exhausted?” Twitch looked very concerned, her optics darting between Nightshade and her unconscious siblings.

“More than likely, yes. And you might have already guessed this, but I assume it's also keeping all our organic family members asleep. My current theory is that this is a hunting tactic.”

Twitch knew immediately what they were getting at. “Sleeping prey can't fight back.”

“Exactly.” Nightshade confirmed. “The fact that we were previously awake is most likely the only reason why we aren't currently unconscious.”

An uneasy silence filled the dugout. The siblings stood in place, the air around them cold and heavy with tension. Without saying a word, both of them knew what the other was thinking: that monster would be back any moment, and they couldn't keep up the energy to fight it back for long. It was a terrible calm before the storm, a feeling reminiscent of succumbing to hypothermia. An overwhelming, intoxicating urge to close your eyes and drift into a sleep you were well aware you'd never wake up from.

And at this moment, every light in the dugout switched off.

END OF ACT 1

To be continued...

#transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark #tf earthspark #maccadam #tfe #nightshade #earthspark nightshade #transformers nightshade #nightshade transformers #earthspark twitch #twitch malto #transformers twitch #hashtag malto #transformers hashtag #halloween #horror #first fanfic

[whoreanghae]

please stay ; jeon wonwoo 

genre - fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

wordcount - 1.5k

disclaimers - lowercase is on purpose. fic under the cut ^^

a/n - this is my first, very simple but the wonwoo brainrot would not quit!

“im sick of your shit y/n, i really am.”

it seemed like all of the time spent with your boyfriend ended with an argument. dont get it wrong, you love him, but hes great at finding issues in every little thing you do. at first it was things like not texting him when you wake up in the mornings, or getting coffee with a friend from one of your classes, but recently he had thrown a tantrum over every move you made. the current argument at hand being the fact that he showed up at your apartment unexpected and you had only made enough dinner for yourself.

“i don’t understand what you expect from me!” you raised your voice, growing annoyed at his constant outbursts. “will there ever be anything i can do that will satisfy you?” he had an icy glare as he stepped towards you, while you were trying to act unbothered even though he had at least 6 inches of height on you.

“well maybe if you just did things right once in a while, i wouldn’t have to put you in your place so often.” there was a bitterness to his tone, and not an ounce of love to be heard. 

tears started to form at the corners of your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare let them escape. wouldn’t dare let him win. 

“i’m sure my ex wouldn’t have let it get this far. maybe i made the wrong decision all along.” 

he had a wry smile on his lips as he leaned against the wall, drinking in your shocked and hurt expression. he had always had this smug aura around him, but this was worse. this was cruelty. he was getting pleasure from your pain.

you tried to speak, but you weren’t able to form words. none that you wouldn’t regret anyways. “i… well if thats how you feel…” you looked down at your feet, hoping that if he doesn’t see the hurt painted on your face he won’t get the satisfaction he craves.

he laughed. “you know what? maybe i’ll call her. im sure you’d be just fine too, i’ve seen you with those singer fuckboys you think are your friends. you should call one of them, maybe you’ll be a better woman to them than you were to me!” he pulled out his phone and started typing something as he walked towards the door. 

“wait, ‘were’? what do you mean ‘were’?” you knew what was coming, but your brain didnt quite process it in the moment. 

he looked up from his phone, the same sick smile not leaving his lips the entire time. “god, you really are stupid, aren’t you?” he let out a laugh that felt like the twist of a knife. “we’re done, idiot! don’t bother calling me either, i already deleted your number.” he chuckled as he opened the door and disappeared without another word.

as your apartment door shut, everything hit you like a tidal wave. you crashed onto your sofa, sobbing into your hands and struggling to catch your breath. your entire world was in slow motion until a knock at your door brought you back to reality. you stood up, vision blurry from the tears, and walked over to the door. you opened it to be greeted with somehow the first, and last person you had wanted to find you in this state.

“oh my god y/n, what happened? are you okay?” wonwoo said, concern laced in his voice as he stepped towards you and put a hand on your arm to calm you. you tried to act like nothing was wrong, but everything was so fresh and wonwoos concern just made you unravel all over again.

you and wonwoo had been friends since you quite literally bumped into him whilst rushing around the city one day when you were running late to one of your classes. you had been speedwalking through the streets, rushing to get to your campus in time. you slept in, but you just had to stop at your usual coffee shop before class. being somewhat in your own world, you accidentally bumped shoulders with wonwoo and ended up spilling your fresh iced coffee all down the sleeve of his shirt. apologizing profusely, you quickly asked if you could send him money for the drycleaning, or just pay for a new shirt. he laughed the same laugh that would still sound like music to your ears months later. he assured you that it was fine, and even said that it was his fault. his one request was that you give him your number so that he could get you a replacement coffee sometime when you both were free. so you agreed. from then on, one coffee turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into movie nights and impromptu 2am drives when you can’t sleep. you never would’ve thought that your clumsiness would lead to meeting your best friend, but some would say it was fate.

you tried to tell wonwoo everything, but the only words that you could muster up between sobs were “he left me.” he stepped forward to give himself room to shut the door behind you two. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he guided you towards the sofa. at this point he had entirely disregarded the reason he came to your apartment in the first place. you collapsed into wonwoos arms as you reached the sofa. he held you close as he whispered reassurances into your hair. 

just being in wonwoo’s presence helped to calm you down, so within 10 minutes you had been able to collect yourself and you were able to tell wonwoo the whole story. he was visibly angry, but tried to hold it in so he could comfort you and not stress you out further. after telling wonwoo everything that happened, you realized that you weren’t quite sure why he showed up in the first place. but its not like you were going to complain.

“i should’ve asked before, but what did you come here for anyways?” you said, quirking an eyebrow at him. he simply shrugged. “i came here before practice to grab the phone charger i left here on saturday, but i’m happy i came when i did.” the fond smile wonwoo had on his face made you feel like the only person on earth. 

“oh, you have practice?” you tried to mask the disappointment in your voice. you knew how important wonwoo’s job was, and you didn’t ever want to come in the way of that. but a part of you hoped he wouldn’t leave just yet.

“not anymore,” he said, looking down at his phone screen, “i just told the guys that something important came up. they’ll understand.” he smiled the same smile at you that he always did before. but this time it felt.. different? “unless you just want to be alone? i can leave if you want.” 

you looked at your hands for a moment before looking back up and meeting his gaze. “...please stay.”

that was all he needed to hear. wonwoo shrugged off his jacket and put it on the back of the sofa. you watched his actions intently. for some reason, the actions you had watched countless times before had started to stand out more than usual. the way he nudges his glasses up his nose, the way he runs his hand through his hair, why were these things so prominent to you now? you pushed these thoughts to the back of your head as you watched wonwoo open netflix on your tv. he scrolled through the options until reaching your favourite movie, the one you had made him watch with you too many times to count.

“wait, i thought you said you were sick of this movie?” you tilted your head towards him. he looked over at you, the same fond look you’ve been basking in since he showed up at your door. “but it reminds me of you, how could i ever get sick of it?” 

you playfully hit his arm and turned away to hide the rosy haze shading over your cheeks. he just smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see himself in any other position than he was right now. 

he put his arm out, inviting you to his side of the sofa. you obliged, scooting over to insert yourself under his arm and wrap around his side. he rested his arm around your hip as he quietly spoke. “listen, even if i have seen this movie thousands of times, i’ll be damned if i don’t see you smile at least once today.”

and he succeeded. you couldn’t do anything but smile as you sat snuggled into your best friends side, forgetting the earlier parts of the evening ever happened. soulmates were real, and you two were living proof. he was your soulmate, whether platonic or not.

#seventeen #svt #wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #friends to lovers #hurt/comfort #wonwoo oneshot #kpop fluff #wonwoo x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fluff #whoreanghae

[science-lings]

If you’re still doing the prompt thing, how about pre calamity Urbosa realizing that Zelda might not be the only one suffering from self worth issues ( she’s such a good mom, I can’t resist)

Ever since Link had assisted Zelda up from the sand after the Yiga incident, she was glued to side. The fright of her near assassination left her quiet and in shock, gripping his arm with a strength he could only compare to that of a moblin.

The whole trek from Kara Kara Bazaar to Gerudo Town was filled with her muttering apologies, saying sorry for avoiding him, for running away from him, for yelling at him. It seemed to finally click for her why he was even there in the first place.

While he was glad that she had made the realization, he hated that it had happened this way, that the outspoken brave girl he had come to know was hidden behind a shaking weak voice. She could barely manage the facade of normality, forcing her face to rest in a polite expression but no matter what she did, he could see how she failed to tame her rapid breaths and feel her racing heartbeat through how tightly she held onto him.

Urbosa was waiting just outside the walls of the town, after the hero had confided in her that his charge had left and went to search the desert for her. She could tell something was wrong the moment she could identify their silhouettes on the horizon.

"What happened?" The chieftain worried after a quick speedwalk two the duo.

"Yiga, She's okay," Link replied simply, but it provided enough information for now.

Even with Urbosa's hand on her back, Zelda's hold on her guard refused to lessen. For some reason, she suddenly took more comfort in his presence than she took even with her godmother.

Link hesitated when they reached the gates of the town, hyperaware of the spear-wielding guards within impaling distance. He wasn't allowed in town, at least not without some nonmalicious disguising. But when he attempted to hand off his traumatized charge to Urbosa, the princess's grip only got tighter. Her wide eyes frantically looked at him with a sudden fresh wave of fear.

"I'm not allowed in, your highness," He reasoned in the same tone of voice that he used when soothing his steed, though that part was a little accidental. Through Zelda's silence, she easily conveyed her discontent with the arrangement, sending a near-tearful pleading look to Urbosa.

"Well... It wouldn't be the first time we've made an exception to the rule for the hero," She considered before turning to the guards of the town, "Let it be known that the princess's personal knight be allowed in, so long as he doesn't cause any problems."

"Of course Lady Urbosa." the nearest one nodded, though she wasn't too worried as it wasn't Link's first time in Gerudo Town, even disguised he kept the master sword on his back which made him easy to identify.

"Come, let's get you two inside."

******

The princess rested her head against his shoulder, her iron hold finally relaxing for the first time since the incident. Even now when he could easily slip out of her grasp, but he decided not to, even if it would be far more comfortable to do so.

If he was truly honest with himself, it wasn't out of obligation that he stayed, or even the slight worry that she would wake if he moved.

Though he couldn't show it, the event had left him shaken too. The Yiga's blade had gotten far too close and he was nearly too late. If he had decided to check a different set of ruins first, if he had not recovered from nearly tripping in the sand, if he'd even struggled to weave through the merchants at the bazaar, the princess, Zelda, would've bled out onto the sand.

Now that it was all over and he'd had some time to process what had happened, it really started to hit him just how lucky he had been. How close he was to failing his most important responsibility, to dooming the entire kingdom, and proving everyone who doubted him right.

It shouldn't have been so hard to keep track of one person and keep them safe, he should've been better. He had to be better. It shouldn't be so easy for fools like the Yiga to take them by surprise.

He wondered if it had been a close enough call to warrant some kind of punishment, or if he had been successful enough to be given some hollow congratulations as if everyone wasn't just waiting for him to mess up.

He was the chosen hero, he had to be perfect at all times. Everyone depended on him being perfect and the pressure constantly threatened to suffocate him.

Worst of all, no one seemed to care, or even notice. Perhaps that was a testament to how strong his mask was, or how isolated he was from everyone he spent time with. He was cursed to remain that way, alone and silent and even if the princess were to warm up to him, he wouldn't dare get his hopes up in the thought that she might become someone he could confide in. She already had more than enough on her plate.

"Kid? You okay?" Urbosa's voice nearly startled him from his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed her in the doorway. What if she had been a Yiga? He had to be more vigilant.

Then he registered the question, it immidiately confused him. He wasn't the one that got attacked, he was clearly unhurt, why would he not be okay?

With this logic in mind, he nodded. The chief raised an unbelieving scarlet eyebrow.

"You two are very similar you know, I was surprised to find out that you didn't get along, but I guess I should've expected it. Instead of seeing your place being alongside hers, she could only see how her failures compared to your successes, but you never blamed her for that, did you?" Urbosa sat on Zelda's bed, looking at the sleeping princess with a certain fondness in her eyes.

"She has it worse than I do," Link muttered.

"That doesn't mean your problems don't matter. Even if you were right, it's ridiculous to compare the two as if you aren't two different people who deal with the stressors that come with carrying the weight of the fate of the kingdom on your collective shoulders differently. We're all fighting the same battle, so why are you so convinced that you must fight it alone?"

"I don't know, I guess... if people realize that I'm not as brave and strong and as perfect as they think, they'll lose hope. I don't... take pride in how important and heroic I am, I think I grew out of it." He didn't know why it was so easy to release the thoughts that have spiraled in his mind for years to the first person who seemed to acknowledge them.

Even though Urbosa was the strong terrifying leader of her people and a thundering presence, he had seen how she treated Zelda. He had stuffed away a foreign kind of jealousy at the sight of their closeness, knowing that it was too late for him to forge anything similar.

Maybe he was desperate, he wanted to be heard, he wanted to be understood, he wanted to be given a grain of sympathy after being consumed by the expectations of every single person who knew his name for so long. He just wanted someone to care.

"You're more than your destiny little knight. Your life will not end when the calamity is defeated, and you will have a whole new horizon of opportunity at your fingertips. You will be able to disappear into the woods if that's what you would like, though I would like to extend an offering. You will always have a home here, if you decide you can handle the dessert," She smiled as her words passed through him.

He had never really considered what would happen after, if he expected there would even be an after. His whole life had been centered around the calamity for so long that he forgot that there was an entire world outside of that.

He didn't have to be a knight when the greatest monster had fallen. He wasn't chained to a legacy in the same way that Zelda was. And if he was able to conquer the king of demons, why would he let any other King choose his path?

"Thanks, I'll consider it." He managed a slight upturn at the corners of his lips.

"Get some sleep, don't worry, I won't tell the King." She stood, eyeing the completely unnecessary contact between him and the slumbering princess. Suddenly the evidence of a smile disappeared from his cheeks and was replaced with a distinct dusting of pink.

At least his expression made Urbosa laugh because the insinuation was certainly not something he was enjoying unless he was truly honest with himself.

For a minute he stayed, enjoying the reminder that he wasn't alone, but eventually, he snuck out of her grasp. It was too early on to push his luck.

Send me prompts?

#ask andromeda #writing prompt #botw #zelink #its not the focus but its greatly implied #botw link #botw urbosa #urbosa #this one ended up kinda long whoops #and on desktop its not easy to make a read more so I apologize for people who want to scroll through

[mcx7demonbros]

Fools’ Day

Pairing - Lucifer x GN!MC (major), other adult boys x MC (minor)

Warning - slight suggestive, pranking

I was supposed to post this on April 1, and I was late, as usual

I can’t trust anyone today. You said within yourself the moment you saw the date on your phone. It was the first of April - April Fools’ Day.

Throughout the day, you had to avoid falling to the pranking words from your demon boys and Solomon, who are greatest deceivers ever known to the entire three realms. There were those who constantly trying to prank you or prank each other, like Mammon, Levi and Solomon, and there were those getting mad for falling to a prank related to their favorite thing, like Asmo and Beel, and there were those that belonged to both cases, like Satan. Belphie did try to prank you, but he was too lazy to do it constantly so he only pranked only once or twice that day. And then there was Diavolo with his terrible April Fools’ Day plan. Luckily, you and Lucifer managed to stop it from being carried out. All the while you also had to deal with hard schoolwork at RAD.

By the end of the day, the only one who hadn’t pranked you or caused trouble was Lucifer as Barbatos had managed to prank you, saying he accidentally put something gross in the cake you were eating, making you nearly spewed out the dessert but then he said he was just joking, while Simeon and Luke managed to make you fall for their trustful-and-mysterious-and-not-lying-at-all words, at least their prank’s goal was to make you happy. The only good thing about these prank was that the adult boys were also trying to flirt with you.

After an exhausted day, you decided to turn in early at 10PM. To avoid falling for any more prank, you decided to sleep in Lucifer’s room. Of course, the demon of Pride gladly shared the bed with you. Apparently, he was also too tired to work late so he had decided to turn in early. After all, the next day would be Sunday, he would have more time to stay at home and do some work, at least he hoped so.

Your decision was a mistake. The demon was just too handsome for you to get yourself to sleep. Your mind kept thinking about him and his beautiful face and things you two could do instead of sleeping.

“Why do you have to be so attractive? It’s so hard to sleep with you around.” You pouted as you closed your eyes, thinking about a boring lesson at RAD. Finally, you began to drift off.

In your dream, you saw a beautiful peacock-human getting on top of you in a beautiful garden and it placed a kiss on your lips. You were unsure why you had such a dream until you felt the kiss was too real.

“Hmm…hmm…” you opened your eyes as the pressure on your lips was too much to continue sleeping. You knew who the peacock humanoid creature was and immediately kissed back. Lucifer pulled you into an embrace as the kiss became more intense. The demon only let you go when you needed some air.

“What was that for?” You asked, panting.

“It’s just an expression to say that the feeling is mutual, love.” Lucifer answered as he lied down again. “Also, Happy April Fools’ Day. Now go to sleep, we both need it.”

The feeling is mutual…what feeling? You lied down while your brain was trying to processing things. Then you remembered your complaint before going to sleep about how distracting Lucifer was. Upon realizing, your face blushed. But your mind soon turned its attention to Pride’s next words.

Wait, then does that mean that he was faking sleeping the whole time. He even told me Happy April Fools. Upon realizing what might have happened, you grabbed you charging D.D.D on the nightstand, hoping it had turned to the next day.

April 1, 23:59 was the time appeared on your phone.

As you groaned in frustration for falling to another prank at the last minute on April Fools’ Day, the Avatar of Pride was smiling.

That day, your demon mate had taught you an important lesson. Do not trust anyone on April Fools Day, even if that person seems to be the least to prank you.

Author’s words

Again, this fic is late for April Fools this year.

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #lucifer x reader

[doodlefoxart]

I would like to preface this by saying i am a casual watcher of helluva boss, ive watched all the episodes and im more into what the show could be rather than what it currently is (i have… many a issue with the choices made but im not gonna get into that rn HDJFYID). And of all the episodes that made me wish it reached its full potential it was the cherubs episode which was, not a great episode lets be honest (it had some good moments dont get me wrong! And if you really liked it then good for you! It just wasnt my cup of tea sorry fjjf) so heres my rewrite of it! I Frankensteined parts from the original i thought worked and everything else is completely different hdjufidbd, hope yall like it!

The episode would start out the same with blitz watching the tv and shooting it, loona begrudgingly and annoyingly reminds them they have a fuck ton of clients to get to today and that they should head out. IMP enters the human world disguised and begins to take out their first target (hiding in the bushes), moxxie takes aim and shoots but the bullet is stopped last second. Confused as hell moxxie assumes he missed and shoots again and again only for the same thing to keep happening to which they hide deeper into the bush so that blitz can demand an explanation for moxxies “incompetence”. Moxxie tries to explain but all three of them are violently ripped from the bush by an invisible force, millie starts swinging her knife but the force grabs her wrist and reveals itself to be a guardian angel sent by C.H.E.R.U.B. They get over powered by the angel and skiddadle, to ease the tension and focus the group blitz says theyll just get back to that target later and should focus on the other ones, only to find out that all their other targets also have guardian angels. Onto their last possible target they are aggravated and worn out, to test if they have an angel they throw a rock that actually hits them on the head and quickly rejoice, only to be once again stopped before they could kill the target as keenie, cletus and collin appear, with a new guardian angel ready to be assigned. IMP crew starts insulting them and demanding them to fuck off from their targets or else but keenie and cletus doesn’t take them seriously and simply wave them off (collin stays largely quiet and cowering throught the entire time), summoning two dove body guards to dispose of them. They get their asses kicked and retreat to the office where blitz and loona are getting a lot of angry demands as to why their targets arent dead yet while moxxie starts freaking out over the future of the company. Millie says they might be able to get back at them and holds out a check list that collin had sticking out of his pocket that she snatched, containing all the names of the humans yet to have a guardian angel with one name remaining, which just so happens to be their newest clients target. They rush off to kill the target before the cherubs can get to them, only to end up getting there at the same time as the cherubs, luckily for them though the bodygaurds are not there and the new guardian angel is running late. The IMP crew gets their attention and starts airing their grievances and hatred for them which elicits a petty set of responses from keenie and cletus, which kicks off the same fight and accidental killing of the human they were supposed to assign the guardian angel to. Unfortunately for the cherub crew the guardian angel did show up but only last second to see them kill the human, in horror they portaled back to heaven to tell on them, which leads to them getting kicked out. As theyre being banned the deer lady says all the guardian angels will be recalled back to heaven and that their business will be put on hold and transferred to a more “competent” power. The cherub crew is left devastated but the imp crew rejoices and quickly gets to killing the clients they couldnt kill earlier, as they kill one of the clients millie says shes happy theyll never have to see those three again and the other two agree. Of course this cuts to a small sheep angel secretary entering a high cherubs office, named abbadon (the lion guy), telling him that he has been given control of the agency as well as to be wary that three imps are running around on earth to kill humans. Upon hearing this he instates that all the recalled guardian angels be trained not just in defensive combat but in offensive combat, but that only he will personally deal with the “infestation”, he takes a heavy inhale of his holy cigar and smoke covers all but his glowing eyes, cut to credits.

Anyways thats my rewrite of it, a big problem i found with the episode is that it lacked compelling stakes, and while nothing is wrong with having a silly filler episode much of the season was about setting up for characters to come back and screw with the imp crew which made it hard for me to view the cherubs as a viable threat to IMP. Regardless im happy with this rewrite and im chill with criticism for both the story and the designs!! Now onto some bonus notes (pretty much just some bonus facts that could come into “later episodes” that aren’t relevant to the plot in this rewritten ep lol):

- Abaddons whole arc starts with him personally trying to kill IMP for their hellish ways, but he underestimates them and finds he gets defeated set back in his progress of taking them out*, the longer he goes on trying to kill them the more tunnel visioned he gets, he’s a high ranking angel! He cant be beat over and over by some disgusting lowly imps (uh oh ego), eventually he gets so enraged and tunnel visioned he abandons all regard for his and everyone else’s safety, leading to the accidental death of a human. When he realizes what he’s done its already too late, he’s been kicked from heaven, and this only enrages him further, blaming everything on the imps and taking none of the blame. He’d then go on to hunt them down and repent constantly, as if killing the imps and praying will let him back in, eventually he’d (reluctantly) team up with striker and he hates that he’s turned to a lowly imp to take out other imps (also it’d be really funny if they had an enemies to “lovers” thing lmao)

*IMP just barely beats him btw, they lost more easily to the guardian angels cause they were caught off guard and didn’t have any time to prep, in their fight with abbadon they’re more angel ready and abbadons underestimation of them gives them the upper hand. From there the more they fight abbadon, the easier it is to fight him which pisses abbadon off to no end

- When abaddon switches his head he transforms into what it is (human head for a human disguise, the animal heads can either be anthro or feral depending on the circumstance as needed), the inactive head then becomes a beautiful but nearly indestructible porcelain head

- collin is only an intern/guardian angel in training, hence the name tag. Hes pretty much a young teen trying to get his first job only to get blamed for the incompetence of his employers. Whyd i make him a teen? Cause i think it fits but also because it’d be funny seeing millie and moxxie parent him the entire time. Also he’s an orphan, his parents were exterminators and were killed in a skirmish between two demons when he was very young, poor boy cant catch a break (lore for a future “episode” i guess lmao)

- cleetus and keenie are more like hoity toity business managers who put on a gentle persona when in reality they’re more like the kind of managers to say “you’re getting a raise! *gives you a dollar and a stick of gum*”. If it wasn’t obvious enough i redesigned the hell out of them, cletus is supposed to be a literal man child, the type of guy with a high ego but throws a hissy fit when things dont go his way while keenie is a kind of pretentious lady who uses the word dear in a condescending way 99% of the time (that doesnt make sense but oh well lol)

Thats all i have for now, I actually have an idea for a millie centered episode too! As for this “episode” maybe one day ill make an animatic of it or write something idk lol let me know what yall want

#helluva boss #helluva boss rewrite #helluva boss cherubs #helluva boss collin #helluva boss cletus #helluva boss keenie #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss critique #i guess it is since its a literal episode rewrite lmao #please dont kill me btw i have a wife and kids

[littlesugarwords]

alright lemme know if you don’t wanna do that but season three group reacting to David accidentally killing javi? got the idea from that one game over screen in ep5

OH DAMN

David: David had been angry. No, he’d been livid. And seeing Javi cozier with his family than he had ever been? It fueled his rage even more. He had pulled out the gun as a threat, as a means of reestablishing his power both in Richmond, and in their family dynamic. He only wanted to get him to back down. To listen. To respect David as the tried and true leader. But his finger slipped, and the gun roared, and suddenly, splatter from his brother’s forehead hit his shirt and face. Then, Javi was on the ground. The screams and cries echoed from all around him, as though he wasn’t really present; as though he was watching a movie. It was an out of body experience, making that big of a mistake. “David, how could you?” Kate roared. She ran up, punching him angrily in the chest before Tripp pulled her away. Her attention turned to that of Gabe and Mariana’s; Javi’s limp body on the ground, watching him take his last breaths. Fuck. Fuck. It was the only thing passing through David’s head. He had killed his brother. His only brother. Everything was all his fault.

Kate: Kate screamed the moment the BANG! roared through the air. Her hands slapped over her mouth, her heart stopping entirely as she watched the scene play out in front of her. Just as David slammed his foot on the ground, his finger hit the trigger, firing a bullet straight through Javi’s forehead, forcing him onto the ground. “Javi” It was the only thing she could say, slipping shakily out of her lips. She wobbled forward, about to collapse herself. Her legs felt weak. She felt like her body was suffocating, every inch of it. “Javi?” She finally knelt down beside him, staring into his lifeless eyes, and studying his still chest. “Javi? Javi?” Her voice became more and more distressed the more he didn’t answer. She knew he was gone. She just couldn’t stomach it. “Javi, no!” For the first time since the apocalypse began, she felt really, truly, alone. “No no no no no,” she whispered under her breath, holding each side of his pale face, trying to soak up every last bit of warmth his body had to offer before it was all gone. “I can’t lose you too,” she whispered through sobs.

Eleanor: Eleanor felt his stomach twist when David pulled out the gun. She lifted up her hands, as if trying to generate peace. “Woah, David, we can--” She wasn't able to finish. Before she had a chance, the gun fired, the bullet ripped through Javier’s throat, and he was down on the ground. It had all happened so quickly, it took Eleanor a beat to even understand what had happened. Why Javi was on the ground. Why he was bleeding so severely. Finally, Kate’s scream and Gabe’s wails snapped her out of it. She darted to his side, waving the others away. “Give me some room,” she said softly, leaning in, listening for a heartbeat. She knew it was useless, but she needed to do something. She couldn’t just stand there in horror. She needed to try. At least then, she could say she did. Her eyes began to cloud over with tears as she attempted to stop the bleeding, take a pulse, do anything. Eventually her tears began falling freely, her voice shaking from sobs. “Javi, come on, man. Stay with me.” But she knew he was gone. It was too late.

Tripp: Tripp’s hands tightened into fist when he realised what was going to happen. “David don--” The shot was fired before Tripp even had a chance. He reached his hand out, wanting to lea for the gun, but wasn’t fast enough. The bullet ripped from the gun and landed straight into Javi’s chest. The moment he saw it, Tripp knew it was over. He lowered his hand, it tossed down to his side in defeat as Javi collapsed, a hand on his chest, the life draining out of him on the ground. Tripp closed his eyes and sighed, pressing his fingers into his eyes. David just stood; still and horrified. “I’m--” “Shut it, David.” Tripp snapped, finally opening his eyes. “Get the hell out of here. Right now.” David hadn’t ever seen Tripp this stern, this rattled, this angry. “Get the fuck out of here.” Tripp said again, louder and more aggravated this time. The sound of weeping and sobbing bounced off of every wall. Tripp stood in front of the grieving family, keeping eyes on David as he wandered away until he was fully ot of sight. Mari, Kate, and Gabe didn’t need him nearby. Not right now. Not after what he did.

Gabe: Gabe could feel his stomach drop. For a moment, he felt as though he was weightless - floating in place rather than existing. He felt like he was outside of his body, watching as Javi crumpled to the ground. David had pulled out his gun as a threat, demanding for Javi to back off. When he didn’t, David got frustrated. His finger slipped, and it fired. Directly through Javi’s throat, rendering him speechless, waiting for death. “No!” Gabe screamed, lunging forward and collapsing onto his knees, laying beside Javi’s limp body on the ground. “Javi! Javi, please!” Gabe could barely breathe due to how hard he was crying. For so long, Javi raised him. He taught him more about being a man than David ever did. More than David ever could. David put his gun away, hands up as though protesting. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean--” “Shut up!” Gabe screamed. He had never raised his voice at his father in his entire life before. “I hate you!” He didn’t care if walkers came to their location due to the noise, he could care less. All he could do was lay his forehead on Javi’s still chest, and weep into the bloodied fabric.

Mariana: Mariana screamed. It was all she could think to do, but it was still muffled by the BANG of the gun. “No! Javi, No!” Mariana flew herself forward, reaching Javi just as he hit the ground. He groaned and squirmed, blood pooling around his head and shoulders. “Javi, please. Please stay. We need you,” Mariana could see her tears falling, crashing onto his shirt and face. Every time one landed, she brushed it away. With her hand on one of his cheeks, she could feel how warm his cheeks were. Knowing they would only get colder was devastating. “It’s okay,” Javi wheezed, his eyes beginning to cloud over. “Stay safe.” Those were the last words to escape his lungs before his chest collapsed, all the air leaving his lungs, and his body giving in to the concrete. Mariana wailed. Louder than she had ever cried at anything before. She clung to his shirt, begging for him to stay. “Javi, no! Please!” She felt as though she was going to pass out. She couldn't breathe. Her chest physically ached. This really did feel like the end.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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[thegreencanary]

Please baby, stay with me

Eddie Munson x You (Fem!reader) Based on this request from anonymous!

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been through a lot, but he still doesn’t know that much about you. Until you move in next door and he finds out why you are the way you are…

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Abuse, language, sexual assault, drugs, light talk of sexy times. MINORS DNI! It’s a pretty heavy one so please take these warnings seriously! I don’t want anyone accidentally getting upset. I love y’all too much for that.

Kinda spoilers for season 4? Stuff is talked about. This happens after the end and he lives god damn it.

Beep….beep…beep…

The heart rate monitor was steady for the first time in a few days, which calmed your uneasy stomach a bit. Eddie was going to pull through, he had to. You’d pulled Eddie out of the upside down and back into the real Hawkins so he could get treated. Much to his disappointment of you crying and screaming at him to stay alive, he just wanted to protect you. It had been a week but the doctors finally gave you good news. He was going to make it, so you could scream at him when he woke up. Your nails were bleeding from the amount of biting and physically you were exhausted, but you didn’t let anyone see it. Steve and Dustin came to visit the most, and you kept your soft smile when they were there. A lot of the times everyone came to see Max as well so it was short lived, the fake-ness you had to portray. The fake smile that Eddie would scold you for wearing. It was okay now though, he was coming back. He was alive.

7 months later

“Okay baby, I’ll see you in a few!”

Eddie hung up the phone and sighed happily as he threw his denim jacket on. You called him… for the first time in two years, you called him to see if he wanted to hang out. Your entire relationship he initiated every date, every hang out and every touch. Not that he minded, he loved showing you how he loved you and he loved watching you still act surprised that he did. Yet today, you asked him with a shaky voice over the phone to go see a movie. He was giddy like it was the first date all over again. Throwing his van into gear, he cranked his music and headed to your house, and the moving truck that greeted him turned a knot in his stomach. You were already outside waiting as he hopped out to open your door for you.

“Hey…what’s going on? Are you moving? Y/N?”

You kept a small smile on your face, the one you always wore.

“Yea but we’re staying in Hawkins. My dad just got sick of the house. Too many memories of my mother.”

Eddie relaxed, you were staying here. Thank god, but he noticed the tension in your body. He pulled you in for a hug and smiled when you relaxed into him. He was your safety net; so you didn’t want to scare him away with the whole truth.

“Well maybe I can help you move some of your stuff. I just finished helping the Darran’s move out of the trailer next to mine. I’m kinda good at being a big strong man.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek shyly. He lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Yeah about that…My dad actually bought that trailer. So…we’re gonna be neighbors…please don’t that that’s weird.”

You were scared he was going to get sick of you, and you couldn’t lose him. Thankfully you forgot how mushy and emotionally attached to you Eddie is. He picked you up and spun you around.

“Are you kidding?? We can see each other all the time! We can do late night movies and I can come over and surprise you any time-“

“No.”

He stopped suddenly when you tended up.

“Oh…I mean…”

He didn’t know what to say, mainly because he didn’t know what he said that made you so nervous. Did you not want to live by him? Were you going to get sick of him? Oh god…did he annoy you??

“No surprise visits. Please. Just…I don’t like surprises.”

He nodded slowly. You tended to be extremely secretive with your life and he was hoping this could be an opportunity to see behind the curtain. He still felt like you didn’t fully trust him; and Eddie was determined to get you to fall for him as hard as he had fallen for you.

“Okay…no surprises. But we’re still doing movie nights.”

He kissed you softly and you chuckled. Deep down you were nervous as hell. No one knew about your home life, Eddie hadn’t ever even been inside your house. What if he couldn’t handle it? What if you lost him again? The music from his van shut out your thoughts and you smiled as Eddie’s hand was on your thigh. The movies would be a good distraction for now.

Moving day came and went. You specifically picked a day that Eddie had a big DND event so he couldn’t make it. The thought of Eddie meeting your father sent a cold chill down your spine, but you were a problem solver. You know how to get around obstacles, and by the time Eddie got home you were unpacked and in bed. You left a note on his door saying you were too tired to hang out so he wouldn’t come over. The first real problem came the next day.

Eddie bounced over to your trailer with a bunch of flowers in hand, knocking loudly at the door. He heard a grunt from inside and then a deeper voice he’d never heard before…probably her father.

“Y/N get the damn door!”

You rushed to it and found Eddie outside, looking concerned to say the least. Stepping out you moved him back towards his home.

“Thanks for the flowers babe. I’ve got a lot to do today I can’t really hang out. Please call me next time before you come over.”

“But…”

“Thanks Eds. Love you.”

You snatched the flowers, kissed his cheek and ran inside. Something was definitely up, Eddie always though of himself as dumb but even he could pick up on that. You put the flowers in your room and silently cried. The previous nights bruises flowered on your abdomen. Thank god you wore big t-shirts. You heard a beer can open down the hall and prayed tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

The days that followed were emotionally some of the hardest ones you’ve ever gone through. You were bending over backwards to keep your dad happy, but his demands were increasingly intense. You knew he was probably about to lose his job because he kept calling off work, and he didn’t let you get out of the house for too long so you couldn’t get a job either. Your depression got worse and worse and Eddie noticed. You barely came out of the house, and when you did your eyes were sunken in like you hadn’t slept in ages. It for so bad that you fell asleep in the middle of a conversation with him. He let you rest, but his worry just grew.

He’d called Steve and starting talking to him about you. Eddie felt like he was losing you but he didn’t know how to stop it because you wouldn’t talk to him. They were at Steve’s house watching the kids when Max overheard their conversation.

“Go to her house. Unannounced.”

Her voice was firm, almost like she knew something. Eddie tilted his head like a confused golden retriever.

“She asked me not to. I don’t want to further upset her.”

Something happened between Max and Steve. She gave him a look and Steve’s eyes got big.

“You should do it man. I can come with you if you want. She may be, in trouble.”

Eddie’s heart dropped. There was no way you would hide that from him right? Right?

———————-

“Sit down. Shut up and do what he fucking tells you.”

Your dad slapped you hard against your face. You were frozen in fear. His boss was over, trying to fire him but your dad had a way with words. They settled on an agreement, you for his job. The last time this happened your mother intervened before you were actually assaulted, but she wasn’t here anymore.

“Daddy. Please. Don’t make me do this!”

You were crying, yelling, begging for the man you once knew as your dad to come back. The alcohol poisoned his mind and killed the good father you grasped onto the memory of.

“Fuck you bitch. Just a whore like your fucking mother.”

He threw you down and you crashed against a table. Normally you were good with keeping in your yelps but this one hurt pretty bad. You cried out and his boss stepped in.

“I’ve got something that can shut the bitch up.”

He grabbed your shirt and tore it open, revealing you and the bruised torso you so carefully tried to hide. Oh god why was this happening to you. You had to get out of there.

“Stay away from me!”

You tried to push past both men but your dad pulled your hair back and kicked you back down. The other man began messing with his belt. You cried out for someone…anyone…and closed your eyes. A warm smile filled your mind, big brown doe eyes and a laugh that had a beautiful melody. Eddie was your safe place…but there is no way he’d want you after this.

“I’m so sorry Eddie.”

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!!”

You almost smiled. That’s what he would say if he was here. The commotion made you open your eyes…and there he was. Eddie and Steve came in with baseball bats and they were fighting your dad and his boss.

“Eddie…”

You choked on your words. He was here. He was going to see what a failure you were. How horrible you really were. The illusion you spent so long making was shattered, but he was here to save you. One swift swing from Steve knocked out your dad and Eddie was already beating the shit out of his boss. Steve grabbed him.

“I got this. I’m calling the cops. Get her out of here man.”

“NO. Please not the cops. I can’t lose him. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

You started panicking. How could you live on your own? You had no job, no money and you’d lose the trailer too. You’d be homeless…you needed him to survive.

“I’ve got her. Get hopper here now.”

10 minutes prior

Eddie hesitated when him and Steve turned onto your shared street. He really didn’t want to intrude on your personal space but something was definitely wrong. Steve explained Max’s home situation with her brother Billy and his dad. A lot of the same signs he saw in her, minus the being an asshole thing, Steve said Billy showed. Eddie chuckled at the thought of you trying to be mean. You were an Angel, you couldn’t hurt a fly. He could hit you with his car and you’d probably apologize to him for being in the way. It was why he was so worried, you just seemed so…fragile.

Parking the car Eddie sighed and turned to Steve.

“I’m not so sure about this ma-“

He stopped dead in his tracks. You screamed. He could hear it from his driveway. It wasn’t a scary movie scream either, it was a scream he knew all too well. He had once cried out at that capacity too, right before he died. The world moved in slow motion, Steve was already ready with a few baseball bats and numbly followed him. Locking his big brown eyes onto your tear streaked, panicked face he noticed a man trying to unbuckle his belt. Eddie was sent into overdrive.

Now

He came back from the anger black out to hear Steve telling him to get you out. He focused and dropped the bat, looking at you. Hopper would help, he was good with sensitive situations.

“Y/N. Baby. Come here.”

He approached you slowly but you didn’t care. You ran at him, ignoring the bruised ribs and busted lip. Your cheek was bleeding but none of it mattered. He wrapped you up in his body and carried you away from the nightmare trailer. The whole walk over was silent, your sobs muffled by his jacket were the only sound piercing the underwater feeling he had. Finally getting you inside and to his room, he laid you on the bed.

“I’m here baby.”

You tried to cover your damaged body but Eddie simply kissed you on your cheeks.

“We need to see how much damage was done. I know…it’s uncomfortable, but will you trust me?”

You’d never gotten naked around him before. You two have had heated make outs but all the groping was under clothes. You didn’t want him judging you, but here he was; he’d seen everything you were trying to hide and he still was being kind.

Wordlessly you told your shirt off to reveal a badly damaged torso. Your pants were next and the table you got pushed into cut a pretty big gash in your leg. Eddie immediately got first aid and started patching it up. You sat before him in nothing but your underwear as he tried to hold his own tears back.

“I’m sorry Eddie. I know…I know you might think I’m disgusting but please…please let me stay in your life. I don’t have to be your girlfriend but don’t le-“

“Y/N what the hell are you saying?”

“You…I know you don’t want me anymore but I love you. I can’t lose you.”

“Fucking Christ why would you think that? Of course I still want you, I’m in love with you. I just…why didn’t you tell me anything! I could have gotten you out. I could have done something…I could have saved you.”

It never dawned on you that he would feel bad for you. You assumed he’d toss you out like your father had. Just write you off as a sorry excuse for a human.

“Wh…why? Why would you want to?”

Now Eddie was pacing. All the love he’d shown you wasn’t near what he should have been doing. Your fathers hate was so much it made love a lie to you. He had to fix that.

“Why?? Because when you laugh I laugh. When you cry, I cry. When I see you shake your head at something you don’t like but you try to politely deal with it, it makes me giddy. When you bite your lip while you’re reading because you’re trying to focus, I get butterflies. When you sneeze and your shoulders do that little twitch, I feel pure bliss. Why? Because I am so in love with you and you don’t understand it because of your terrible father. Y/N, baby you deserve the world. I love you so much I don’t know how else to say it. You have this dumb Ass wanting to learn different languages so I can tell In 1,000 ways how I love you. I want to help you. You deserve to be saved baby. You saved me, please, dear God please let me save you.”

It was a lot. You weren’t used to honest love, but Eddie was kneeling at your feet, his hands gently on your knees spilling his heart out to you and you believed him. You didn’t believe what he said you deserved, but you believed he thought you deserved it. Some time passed before you silently got up and went to his closet. Throwing on an old band tee and you found some sweatpants, you felt a bit better covered up. Eddie hung his head in defeat but your sweet voice that crackled with emotion pulled him back.

“…Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Mmhmm. I’ll…I trust you Eddie Munson. I love you, so please…please be careful with me.”

If you weren’t so god dang delicate right now he’d pick you up and spin you around. Instead he opted to run to you and give you a gentle hug but a fiery kiss. Your tongues clashed together and it felt like the first real kiss you’ve ever had. Eddie pulled away to get some air and he smiled at you.

“Please baby, stay with me.”

“…just as long as you stay with me.”

Eddie kissed you again. You were safe, you were finally fully safe. God damn it he loved you.

———————

A/N: that’s it! Sorry if there are typos! I definitely cried while writing this. I hope y’all like it!!

#eddie survives #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #eddie x you #eddie x reader

[scarlett-vixen]

X- Beel/Fluff, pls?

Of course!! Anything for the big boi💖

Prompt: X- X-ray

Pairing: Beelzebub x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Though he’s the biggest of his brothers, Beelzebub is actually a gentle giant. He’s slow to anger and always puts your safety first, however accidents do happen.

Occasionally he’ll forget you stayed the night with him and accidentally roll over on top of you, quickly rolling off when he hears you squeak underneath him. A few times he’s forgotten how small you are compared to him and hugged you just a little too tight.

However nothing will ever compare to the time he sent you to the hospital for a possibly broken arm.

The whole thing happened just like in one of those cheesy tv shows. It was a nice day outside so you, Mammon and Beel had gone out into the garden to enjoy the fresh air.

You were sitting off to the side watching the brothers mess around, Beel was teaching Mammon the basics of Fangol, it was rather entertaining honestly.

You watched Mammon face plant for the third time and then try to play it off as a planned move. As he and Beel were deep in an argument over what classified as “cheating”, you heard a small noise to your left.

It sounded like a small animal crying inside one of the many bushes in the garden, you got up and followed the sound only to find a small bird whose leg was wrapped in a thin vine.

You crouched down, reached in to carefully untangle it’s leg, watched it hop out of the bush and fly off. Proud of your good deed, you stood up to return to the brothers little scrimmage.

What you didn’t know was that while you were playing bird rescue, Beel had been showing Mammon how to actually throw the ball and not hit a window or door. Mammon had perfected his throw but over shot just a hair and launched the ball in your current direction.

Beel was too focused on catching to notice you had moved from your previous spot, you turned just in time to see his massive figure closing in on you but it was far too late.

Beel caught the ball and then collided with you immediately after. The air left your body on impact, you put your hands out to stop your fall and that was your mistake.

The scream that left you scared every demon on the block. Lucifer came running out of the house to see Mammon and Beel frantically trying to figure out if you were okay. You claimed to be fine but winced in pain any time you moved your left arm.

Lucifer had insisted you get checked out, humans are fragile compared to demons after all, and sent his rowdy brothers with you. Beelzebub was on the verge of tears the entire time, blaming himself for almost killing you. It didn’t get any better after your visit either.

“It’s my fault! I should’ve been paying more attention to you!” Beelzebub sat on the floor next to the couch crying, his head in your lap and staring at the photo of your X-ray in his hand.

“Beel it’s okay, it was an accident! I should’ve been paying attention also.” You tried to soothe him. Running your fingers through his hair as he continued to sob.

“No it’s not okay! I broke you!” He cried before burying his face in your thighs.

“Beel please,” you chuckled lightly “you didn’t break me, it’s just a fractured wrist! I’ll be okay in a few weeks or so. Even if you did break me, I couldn’t stay mad at you, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“You promise?” Beel looked you at you, eyes glossy from tears and bottom lip quivering.

“Yes, I promise,” you planted a gentle kiss on his forehead “besides we can blame Mammon for his bad throw.”

“HEY!” The second born called from the hallway. “I HEARD THAT!”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #obey me fanfic #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel fluff #kats 200+ event

[cloudynyims]

I just wanted to say thank you (1/2 probably)

this is what happens when I read one too many @obwjam asks... its about 2000 words. Goodness I did not stop writing lolol. Funnily enough, this is all backstory for the story I originally wanted to write but I suck at mapping out story lengths. Features a bit of fearplay (not really, just S1 Jamie being an ass) I'll write the rest laterrrr

AFC Richmond was an interesting place for a borrower to choose to live. There were so many people, players, and coaches. The locker room smelled horrible, and you never could tell when someone would pop out of a room or come early to get some extra training in. On game days, it was virtually impossible to get anything at all, as the stadium was always packed. On top of that, it was always noisy and loud, especially during games or when Roy and Jamie argued.

     So why would anyone live there? To y/n, the pros far outweighed the cons. The locker room, despite the pungent smell, was a treasure trove of snacks that were left behind. After big matches, the seats had so many crumbs they could grab that they'd be set for the next week. And at night, virtually no one was even still in the building! It made borrowing so easy for them. Yes, they were never really able to be out and about during the day, but the night was a breeze!

A few times, y/n had watched their practices from their favorite nook in the stadium. It was close enough that they could see what was going on, but far enough away that the team would not be able to notice their tiny form sitting there. They learned a lot about the players from the few times they watched. The team dynamic was very apparent, which helped them figure out which players were imperative to avoid. So far, the list was comprised of Jamie and Roy, and they both were tied for first.

     The only thing they really had to be careful about was early mornings. Sometimes the players (y/n didn’t bother learning that many names) would come early for some extra training. They had almost been caught by Sam once. They accidentally knocked over a can of body spray that was on the floor in the locker room, catching his attention. To their relief, they managed to slip out of sight before he investigated the sound.

     So, usually y/n didn’t go out early in the mornings. Today was an exception. Yesterday, AFC Richmond had returned from a long series of away games, and the entire team was drained. y/n figured that no one would be coming in early after a long trip, and they needed the extra time for borrowing. Lately, their schedule had been tight. The team was nearing the end of the season, and their practice schedules were getting more rigorous, leaving y/n little time to borrow. Even the coaches were staying late after hours, drafting plays and reviewing game footage. 

     The early morning light was just barely slipping into the room. It was still pretty dark, but the light was enough for y/n to be able to see. They peeked out of their hole that led right into the locker room. Their nose wrinkled. It still managed to smell in there even though the team had been gone for days. Look left, look right, all clear. They silently crept into the room, keeping their head on a swivel. Y/n could never be too careful. It was eerily silent, and their tiny footsteps could barely be heard as they walked on the linoleum.

     Y/n had only one goal. Jamie’s locker. It was so disorganized that he never noticed if anything was missing, and he always stashed snacks in there. The one thing they hated about his locker was how far it was from the little entrance. In order to reach it, they had to cross the entire room, out in the open. That was always their least favorite part. On top of that, the door was right across from his locker, which made it even more precarious. If anyone walked in while they were there, they were screwed.

     Y/n edged along the wall a little longer before preparing themselves for the sprint. They cast one last look at the door, making sure the coast was clear. It stayed closed. They couldn’t hear any other sounds except for their own breathing. Without any further delay, they began running. It takes them about 3 minutes to cross the room when they're going as fast as they can. Quick and easy.

     Then they heard steps. Loud footsteps that were heading in their direction. The realization that someone was coming shattered their train of thought. Not knowing why, y/n skidded to a stop in the middle of the room. They were about 3/4 of the way to Jamie’s locker. What a terrible spot to be in. Internally, y/n began to panic, their thoughts racing.

     There wasn't time to run back to the safety of the other side. Was it worth the risk to try and hide in Jamie’s locker? If they took that option and the person coming was in fact Jamie, they knew they'd be done for. Their indecision only grew as the thumping steps came closer. y/n heard the doorknob turn. Their mind went completely blank. Fight or flight kicked in, and they started running back towards the other side, abandoning the locker. 

     They knew it was in vain, but they just wanted to get away.

     “What the fuck?” A voice cut through the air. It was in fact Jamie Tartt. He had arrived early at around 5:30 AM for some shooting practice. At this early hour, he did not expect to find a tiny person running around in the locker room. 

     Y/n froze in their tracks. ‘Shit,’ they thought to themselves. Good thing they didn’t choose to hide in his locker. They stared fearfully up at Jamie, who was looking at them with a slightly baffled expression. y/n knew how Jamie was. They saw how he interacted with his teammates. They could only imagine what that meant for them. 

     Y/n snapped out of their trance and started running again, tripping over themselves in their haste. To their horror, Jamie caught up to them in just a few short steps. He stepped over them and squatted down in front of them. It took him no effort to block the exit they so desperately wanted to reach. 

     “Not so fast tiny,” he said. “What the fuck are you supposed to be?” y/n shuffled backward a couple steps before they ran into Jamie’s hand that blocked the way. His hand was as wide as they were tall! That observation alone sent their mind spiraling.

     “I… well… um…” they spluttered, trying to answer his question while also grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Jamie leaned closer, way too close for comfort, as he attempted to hear what they said. 

     “Are you some kind of elf? A bloody pixie? God, look at you! You’re so fucking tiny,” he continued. His other hand stretched toward them. Y/n yelped and tried to dodge the unwelcome hand, but it was no use. His pointer finger poked and prodded at them. While it wasn’t painful, it was enough to make y/n feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

     “Please… stop,” y/n said while trying to push his fingers away. They were simultaneously trying to push their fears away, but it wasn’t working. Jamie’s fingers were about as tall as them, and it didn’t take much force for him to pin them against his other hand. 

     He raised an eyebrow. y/n could feel his hot breath washing over her. Every exhale sent shivers up their spine. “What was that, love? You don’t want me to stop?” He said teasingly. “Even when I’m right here, I can barely hear you.” The hand that was preventing them from escaping suddenly wrapped around their waist and lifted them up into the air.

     Y/n tried to fight the nausea as they watched the ground get farther away. They knew that a fall from this height would be dangerous, deadly even. Jamie’s hand stopped traveling upward when they were in front of his face. Once again, the proximity was far too close. y/n tried to lean away to create some distance and quell a shred of their nerves. 

     “Say it one more time for me, love. I can hear you better from up here,” Jamie said with a smirk. He was enjoying this, but not exactly grasping the full extent of their terror.

     “Put- put me down!” y/n exclaimed as they pushed against his fingers. It was beginning to feel stuffy in his hold. ‘This is it. I’m never getting out of here! Is he going to keep me forever? Why did I have to borrow this morning?’ Y/n's mind kept racing. 

     “Jamie! What the fuck are you doing?” The voice surprised both y/n and Jamie, and they both turned to see who was in the doorway. y/n's heart sank when they realized that it was none other than Roy Kent. Of course it was. Nothing seemed to be going their way today. 

     Roy had also arrived early to get some extra practice in. He had been wanting to do some extra cardio before practice starts, and had arrived at the club at around 5:45. Once he entered the locker room, that’s when he noticed Jamie holding something strange in his hand.

     Roy walked closer and Jamie stood up to greet him. The vertigo hit y/n hard. They closed their eyes and tried to steady themselves. Roy instantly noticed the tiny figure in Jamie’s hand. “Oi. The fuck is that?” He said, gesturing to Jamie’s hand.

     “Oh. A little tiny person I found runnin’ in the locker room. They're a cute little thing, aren't they?“ Jamie said. That smirk had not left his expression. If y/n wasn’t so small, they would have beat the shit out of Jamie then and there. They hated how patronizing he sounded. Instead, they tried their best not to look as terrified as they were. y/n's day couldn’t get any worse.

     Roy stared intently at th tiny figure in Jamie’s hand. His gaze alone made y/n wish they could crawl into a hole and disappear. It was so intense, so pressing. y/n's breaths were getting heavy; their chest was expanding and contracting rapidly. Their heartbeat was just zooming, and they wondered briefly if Jamie or Roy noticed or cared. 

     Roy raised an eyebrow. “So you’re scaring them for fun?” Roy asked bluntly with an unreadable expression. Not once did his eyes leave the borrower.

     “It’s all in good fun. Relax, mate” Jamie replied, his words nonchalant. y/n tensed at his words. They were growing more anxious now that Roy and Jamie were talking about them like they weren’t there. The stuffiness of Jamie’s grip hadn’t gone away either.

     “You fucking prick,” Roy muttered, finally turning his gaze to Jamie. “Put them down. Now. What makes you think they want to be around a prick like you?”

    Jamie rolled his eyes and began squatting down without lowering his hand. “Now.” Roy said again, this time with a hint of anger in his voice. While his words weren’t directed at them, his tone of voice still unsettled y/n. All they wanted to do was go home. 

     Jamie finally complied, plopping them unceremoniously down on the floor. He then quickly stood back up, leaving y/n to gawk up at both of them from the floor. They looked so impossibly tall from this angle. Jamie shrugged and walked out of the room, purposefully bumping Roy on the way out. 

     Roy watched him go before sighing and shaking his head. “Jamie, that little bitch,” he muttered. y/n had taken the chance to start backing away toward their home. They didn’t get far before Roy turned around and faced them. “Oi,” he called out. y/n tensed, turning around and looking up at him. “Are you—“

     Before he could even finish his sentence, y/n sprinted back into the walls. They was eager to get out of the situation, not wanting to be in the company of any giants. That whole ordeal was an encounter to last them a lifetime. 

     “—okay,” Roy finished as he exhaled. “Damn it," he muttered to himself. "You scared the fuck out of them.”

I PROMISE TO RESOLVE IT I left the plot in an awkward position😅 also I didn't proofread it. It's quite literally brain rot

#ted lasso #roy kent #g/t #g/t writing #giant tiny #giant/tiny #gianttiny #borrowers #this is my mind going brrrr don't take it seriously #random drabble #borrower #roy will get another chance lol #size difference

[yen-doodles]

More Sitcom AU

I mainly focus on Mac and SWK in this, I'll talk more about the others in separate posts.

Shadowpeach

Macaque and SWK are childhood friends, they were neighbours and hit off instantly

SWK was the first to initiate conversation since Mac stayed to his own backyard practically

SWK is older than Mac by almost a year as well as being taller

They lived in a cul-de-sac

SWK was ring leader of the other kids

He gets called the "Monkey King" similar to the original text, who've successfully climbed up onto a tall house in their neighborhood would get the title

They were all eleven, it was the most dangerous thing the could think of

Mac still teases him about it to this day

SWK and Mac started dating sometime late highschool

Partially the reason SWK and Mac have a rift between them is due to Tang and the others

Tang came late in their school year and SWK, Pigsy, and Sandy were assigned to show him around and look after him

Because of that he spent less time with Mac which made him jealous

They didn't instantly break apart but they were more distant at school

They would mostly hang out in their neighborhood

They got separated for a bit after highschool graduation

SWK got into college on a scholarship, Tang had helped him get his grades up enough to be able to get one

SWK didn't end up doing much his first few years of college because of his toxic relationship with Mac

SWK and him became really dependent on eachother in a unhealthy way and caused their downfall

SWK was stressed out because of the change to college and not having the same routine he always had, plus other factors with his friends

Mac hadn't been able to go to college because of his homelife and used SWK as a way to get away from that

Mac feared SWK distancing himself from him again and leaving which caused a lot of mistrust and arguments

Before SWK ended things between them, because he was realizing how unhealthy this was for the both of them, the two got into a really big fight

Like a FULL ON physical fight, before their fights were verbal but things really escalated since Mac didn't want SWK to leave

Mac ended up getting a scar across his eye from it

Last thing SWK said was a very stunned "sorry" before running away

Sun Wukong

Found out he wanted to become a lawyer from accidentally walking into the wrong lecture

He was just planning to do his generals

BUT one morning he had woke up late and had to quickly drive Xiaotian/MK to school, which made him walk into the wrong lecture

he had walked into what he thought was his class but it was actually a law course

He ended up REALLY enjoying it and ran to his guidance counselor to switch all his courses after

Much like Elle Woods from Legally Blonde, he stuck out like a sore thumb in his law classes—being the only bright eye bushy tail one in your entire lecture hall does that to someone

He got picked out quite a bit by both his classmates and his teachers since he "didn't fit the lawyer image," the bright red sweatpants he wore everyday may have given that impression

Actually did really well in the classes to his classmates surprise and anger

Once walked into a morning law lecture with bandaged nose and the room silently watched him walk in pissed, the singling out was postponed that day to no one's shock

SWK had been getting breakfast ready for Xiaotian, he had sat the kid on the counter to keep an eye on him

The counter was pretty high up from the floor and Xiaotian had slipped off when SWK turned his head away

SWK managed to catch him before he hit the kitchen floor but ended up slamming his face against the lower cupboards, cue the bandage

Macaque

After going separate ways with SWK in college, since he didn't have any formal post secondary schooling (yet-) he ended doing a lot of odd jobs for people the few years

One these odd jobs just happened to be gathering Intel for people

He get commissioned to find info on a certain person, or in some cases company, and he'd receive the info by a combination of snooping and eavesdropping

His preferred way is to get a position near the person or company he needed Intel on and listen in, less having to sneak around that way

This caused him to rack up a reputation to who to go to for Intel, which means he had a lot of clientele but it also meant he'd go against a past client to receive intel for another

LBD would be the client he would be working with for awhile, most of the commissions he did only took about a week but hers would be a few months worth

This was due to having trouble finding SWK and her having him do miscellaneous things besides intel

Since SWK doesn't kill Mac in this au, because there's no magic system, her "reviving" Mac is basically setting him up in a better apartment and stuff

It would've been hard to find a job at SWK's law firm without making the other suspicious, even if he just became an intern or secretary

So he had to ask to crash at his place for a bit, it would still make him suspicious but less so

He was very surprised when Xiaotian opened the door, he thought he maybe got the wrong house until the kid called into the house for someone named "dad" and SWK came into view

It was a very "Hello, Zuko here" vibe reunion between them

#sitcom au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #shadowpeachshipping #lmk Macaque #six earred macaque #Sun Wukong #lmk sun wukong #Monkey King #LMK Sitcom AU #au #lmk au #long post