#him and his big sad baby cow stare

[soup-sponge]

he's weird. he's a weirdo. have you ever seen him without that stupid suit on? that's weird.

#him and his big sad baby cow stare #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #renew lockwood and co #pleasae i am getting desperate #this idea spawned from an exhaustion-fueled conversation w my brother #if u see this #hello

[howtobecomeadragon]

will shoves snow down the back of mike's coat but when mike tries to get his revenge with a snowball, will shoots him his big sad baby cow eyes and mike has no choice but to drop the snowball and kiss him instead. their freezing noses nudge together but their mouths are warm. once they pull away, mike notices some snowflakes melting in will's eyelashes and will stares at how pink mike's cheeks are from the cold and their kiss. ❄️❄️❄️

#byler #byler winter hc #this is how i cope with it being 95° out

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

A 1k fic prompt for you! How about Ed being really sure that his "punishment" when he gets back to the ship will be way worse than just the crew making him wear a sack and a bell, and Stede being sad that Ed was willing to come back even with the assumption that he was going to get, like, keelhauled?

Oh this one is JUICY, I love it. Ed baby please accept that you don't deserve to be hurt

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The room was empty when Ed woke up.

He tried to let himself drift back to awareness slowly. He felt better than he had since he’d been dead - something about being back on the Revenge, everyone properly together again. Something about having Stede with him again.

They’d fallen asleep in the bed together. Stede had insisted on it, since Ed was hurt and all. They’d been proper gentlemen about it, fell asleep with just their little fingers linked.

The crew hadn’t objected when Stede had turned back up with Ed in tow. They’d been expecting it, actually, it looked like, and that was…troubling.

Stede had said he would talk to them when he got up, to discuss their conditions for allowing Ed back on the ship. He must have wanted Ed to be able to sleep in a bit.

Ed was grateful for that. He didn’t know how well he’d be able to sleep for the next…little while. Depended on how angry they were at him, he guessed. He got up slowly, reminding his sore body that these aches and pains would probably feel like heaven compared to how he’d feel tomorrow.

The crew had been expecting him back. He’d hurt all of them. They would be wanting revenge, naturally.

Ed tried not to worry too much about it. He’d been through floggings before, those rarely killed you. Keel-haulings didn’t kill you all the time. Chopping off his gun hand, or a leg - that was something you could live through.

“Oh, Ed, good morning!” That was Stede, poking his head in the door, and Ed gave him a tight, nervous smile. “Just been talking to the crew. Jim and Frenchie were voted to be the ones to deliver your conditions, does that sound alright?”

Ed nodded bravely. “Sure.”

“Great.” Stede gave him a quick smile. “We’ll get this business sorted, and then we’ll have breakfast. Be right back!”

Stede was, Ed thought, being very optimistic about Ed’s ability to eat breakfast once all was said and done. Great, now he had to worry about disappointing Stede if he was hurt too badly to keep anything down.

Ed folded his hands in front of him as Stede led Jim and Frenchie into the cabin, trying to look appropriately cowed.

“Right.” Frenchie’s polite smile did not reach his eyes, and Jim was glaring at him.

This did not bode well.

“We just have a few big things, really,” Frenchie started.

“And a lot of little things,” Jim said. “Like no shooting anyone, or pointing guns at anyone, including yourself, and -”

“Ed knows all that stuff already,” Stede interrupted mildly. “You don’t have to tell him the little ones, he knows.”

“The big ones, then,” Frenchie said impressively. “One: for the duration of your probationary period, you have to wear a sackcloth.”

“The ancient symbol of penance.” Ed nodded seriously. He could accept that with grace.

“And you can’t be sneaking up on people,” Jim added. “So you have to wear a bell.”

“Pete already found you a little kitty collar,” Stede said helpfully.

“No, yeah, I can do that,” Ed said. “Sackcloth. Bell. Got it.”

Here it comes, he thought nervously.

“And finally,” Frenchie said seriously, “you’re on potato-peeling duty. All week.”

Ed stared. “That’s…it?”

Jim shrugged. “I think some people also wanted a public apology? So that too, I guess.”

“No, I mean…” Ed shifted nervously from foot to foot. Maybe he was just being stupid, and they assumed he already knew the flogging was coming? “How many lashes do you want? Fifty? A hundred? Because if it’s more than that, I -”

“Ed,” Stede interrupted, and Ed realized that Jim and Frenchie were just looking at him blankly, and Stede looked absolutely horrified. “Good God, Ed, no one’s going to beat you.”

Ed looked at Jim and Frenchie for confirmation.

“No, yeah, absolutely not,” Frenchie said. “We’re not doing that.”

“Yeah, no,” Jim agreed. “I mean, I’m still pissed at you. Shitty captain. Shitty behavior.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ed mumbled, looking at the ground.

“But,” Jim shrugged, “like, listen, man, when you’re about to beat someone’s head in and they say finally like you did, you don’t feel good about that, y’know? I already beat you to death once. I don’t wanna kill you.”

“Yeah, mostly we kinda just want to make sure you’re not going to go all crazy on us again,” Frenchie added.

Stede was very quiet as Jim and Frenchie brought Ed the sackcloth onesie Wee John had prepared for him and a collar with a bell on it. Like, yeah, this was kind of embarrassing, but compared to what he’d been expecting? Fuck, he’d take the sackcloth any day.

“Here, let me.” Stede had given Ed privacy as he got changed, but he stepped up close to him to fasten the collar around his neck. Ed tilted his chin up, baring his throat to him without even hesitating.

The collar was tight but not horribly uncomfortable, and it made a merry little jingle every time he moved. Ed thought he’d keep it, even after his probation was over. For…reasons.

“Hey.” Ed frowned as Stede pulled back, concerned by the downward slant to his mouth. Ed was feeling positively jovial; Stede just looked upset. “What’s the matter?”

Stede shook his head minutely. “You agreed to come back,” he said softly, “even though you thought you were going to be hurt?”

“I mean, yeah.” Ed frowned. “Kinda deserve that, anyway -”

“You do not,” Stede said firmly. “You don’t deserve to be hurt. You’ve been through enough, for fuck’s sake. You deserve to feel safe.”

“I do,” Ed promised, a bit surprised by how much he meant it. “I’m just surprised they don’t…you know, they don’t hate me.”

“They never hated you,” Stede promised, giving the bell a little flick with his finger. “Not at all, Ed. You broke their trust, but that’s it.”

Huh.

Trust was something that could be won back. Ed liked the idea of that.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

[bardicfrustration]

Rescue

Eddie comes home with his hands full, an Extra Large Slurpee in one hand and a bundle of wiggling cloth in the other.

"Hey Eddie? Whatcha got there?" You ask from the couch.

He looks pointedly at the slurpee, holding it out to you, "I got you your favorite! Y'know. Because I love you. And you're awesome. The absolute best." He says with a guilty grin, trying to wrangle the squirming mass in his other arm behind him, out of your line of sight.

You get up and crowd him against the door, pretending to go for the drink, before you duck under his arms to pull at the blanket.

A sad meooow emerges with a tuft of black fur. It seems like Eddie's hostage was sad to leave its burrito of warmth.

You give Eddie a hard look (you had asked Eddie before if he would want to get a cat and he moaned and groaned about how much work it would be to take care of) before you pick the kitten up from his arm and coo.

"Hello little guy! You're so small!" You waggle your fingers in front of its face, paws trying their best to capture it's prey. You give your boyfriend the most gentle, "Eddie what the fuck?"

He takes a sip of his icy bribe, shrugging and trying not to stare so intently at how sweetly you held the animal in your arms, "It was left in a wet cardboard box on the fucking side of the road. I couldn't just leave it alone to get eaten in one gulp by a bear."

You sigh and look up at his big baby cow eyes. You can't say no now. The black kitten and Eddie combined are going to turn you into a puddle of mush.

"What should we name it?" You concede.

Eddie pokes his finger besides yours, tickling the fuzzy belly worming its best into your grasp. "I'm thinkin' Frodo."

You can't help the grin on your face reflecting Eddie's, "Yeah. He's little and squirrelly. Joining us on the adventure." Eddie wraps his arm around you, closing in the circle of your little family.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #my writing #sorry its not long im getting back into my groove

[eddies-ashtray]

Jam // Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

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Synopsis: Eddie has the whole Hellfire gang over (including you) after the completion of a very successful campaign. You and Eddie haven’t been friends for very long, so you’ve never seen his trailer before tonight. A combination of curiosity and a desire to get inside Eddie’s mind lures you into his bedroom to snoop. 

WC: 2.9k 

Category: Fluff.

Content: This takes place during Eddie’s first senior year (reader and Eddie are the same age), Gareth and Jeff tease reader about their crush on Eddie, reader snoops in Eddie’s room without his knowledge (but he’s not angry about it), mention of underage drinking, mention of smoking, the term “love boner” is used a grand total of 3 times, love (like) confession, Eddie calls reader “sweetheart”, Eddie thinks reader is prettyyyy, Eddie is nervous around reader. 

A/N: Kinda definitely inspired by the Email Surveillance episode of The Office where Jim has a BBQ at his place and Pam finds his room and just kinda looks around and finds an old yearbook picture of young Jim!! Also, I’m pretty sure one of the Corroded Coffin members is unnamed, so I’ve opted to call him Kenneth. 

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It was nearing midnight now and the general excitement from the success of the campaign had dwindled by this time in the night. But everyone was still laughing and chatting with each other; either sprawled out on Eddie’s living room floor or sitting on the porch outside and drinking. 

You were part of the former group, sitting criss-cross on the carpeted floor, listening as Gareth and Jeff argued about some characters from a movie you’d never seen and probably never would as they were spoiling just about the entire plot before you. 

Beginning to tune them out, you lean back on your hands on the floor, peer out the open door of the trailer, and listen for Eddie’s voice. You can hear him faintly, sitting out there with the rest of the guys and laughing. You smile softly at the sound. 

Gareth nudges your leg with his socked foot then, bringing your attention back to the room. 

“What?” You wonder.

He pins you with a pointed look as if to say you know.

“What?” You ask again, drawing out the vowel and tipping your head back, playfully irked that he’s being so cryptic. 

When you look back at them, Gareth and Jeff are exchanging a meaningful look. 

“Okay, seriously, what?” 

“You are so obvious, it’s sad,” Jeff comments finally. 

You give them both an incredulous expression, sitting up again. 

“Don’t look so shocked! You can’t seriously believe that you hide it well at all,” Gareth pipes up. 

“Hide what well?” 

“Your massive love boner for Eddie,” Gareth finally clarifies. 

You scrunch your face up at his choice of words, “Gross. I do not have a-that for…Eddie,” You whisper his name. 

“Then why are you whispering?” Jeff whispers back. 

“Because you’re both being dorks…and I have to go to the bathroom, so. Excuse me,” You lie, pushing yourself off the ground and heading towards the back of the trailer where the bathroom is. 

They both snicker as you walk away and you flip them the bird as you open the bathroom door. 

They knew you were lying. Obviously. But you didn’t think you were that obvious about it. You thought you kept your longing stares to a minimum and tried your best not to laugh too loud at Eddie’s stupid jokes. 

But he was just so nice to look at; his long, pretty hair (that was actually softer than you might expect, despite it’s frizziness), his big baby cow eyes (you swore they held entire galaxies of stars, they shined so bright sometimes), the way that if you’re looking at him from the right angle when he’s speaking, the tip of his nose wiggles slightly, and his eye lashes that were so long they kissed his cheeks! 

And you actually found him quite funny as well; he was silly with his humour, never taking anything too seriously. You couldn’t help it that you might let out obnoxious snorting laughter when he cracks a joke at the lunch table or that your gaze might linger too long or trail too far on him. 

So maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought. But how couldn’t you fall for someone like him? Someone so pretty, and funny, and kind, and sweet. 

On top of all of that, Eddie was your very first friend at Hawkins High when you moved here last September. He was the first person to show you any kindness or hospitality, so of course you sort of glommed on to him after that. 

You remember the day so vividly because of how nervous you were. Transferring schools in your final year of high school was daunting; starting from scratch so late in the game meant that people already had their established friend groups for years, and you didn’t think you would be able to weasel your way into any of the major cliques. It’s not like you really fit in anywhere at your last school, but at least you had some friends. 

On your first day, you were sitting by yourself in the cafeteria, your nose buried in The Fellowship of the Ring, when Eddie had just sidled up to your table and struck up a conversation about the book. Turns out, he was also a big Tolkien fan. 

Despite his intimidating appearance, he seemed nervous when he asked, “Would you want to maybe come sit with me and my friends?” His fingers fiddling with the chunky rings on his left hand. 

He seemed nice and you didn’t have anyone else to sit with, so you agreed. And you sat with them everyday since, becoming fast friends with the whole gang. But your were closest with Eddie; thick as thieves as they say. 

Eddie was actually the one to introduce you to DnD. You’d heard of it before, of course, but you didn’t know anyone who was as passionate about it as Eddie seemed to be (which meant he was willing to spend long hours teaching you how to play). 

He surprised you in a lot of ways; it was quite disarming how he came into your life and took up so much space in your brain. You wanted to get inside his sometimes too. Both in the same way that he was nestled into yours and in the way that meant knowing him more deeply. 

You’d become close in the last 7 months, but there was still so much you didn’t know about him. Which is part of the reason why coming to his trailer tonight excited you so much. You can really get to know someone just by examining their living space; are they clean or messy? Do they have posters on their walls or framed paintings? Something told you Eddie wasn’t the type for framed paintings. 

After splashing some cold water on your face and drying your hands (you hadn’t actually needed the bathroom, it was only a cheap excuse to get out of Gareth and Jeff’s teasing about your aforementioned love boner), you step out of the bathroom to find the living room now empty. 

They must have gone outside with the rest of the guys. 

Just as you were about to start down the hall to join them in the cool spring air, you stop. There was a door behind you, clearly Eddie’s bedroom. 

You knew it would be wrong to snoop, but you were curious. You couldn’t very well get to know him by looking at the dishes in his sink, could you?

So, with that flimsy (at best) justification, you turn around and slowly twist the handle on Eddie’s bedroom door to reveal the dimly lit room, a single lamp switched on on his nightstand, casting an orange glow across the space. 

As you suspected, no framed paintings hung on the walls. Instead, they were littered with various posters of metal bands and what appeared to be a home-made Corroded Coffin flag; a white canvas with the letters painted in thick black paint. 

The room smelled faintly of cigarettes and weed and something underneath that was much stronger; something inherently Eddie-like. 

You step inside the room, tilting the door, but not closing it completely, and reach out to thumb at the corner of the home-made flag. 

You wonder when he could have made it. You knew that Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Kenneth had been in the band together since middle school, so maybe little 12 year old Eddie had made it. 

His room was a little messy (which you’d sort of expected considering the state of his van most of the time), but not in a disgusting way; there were just things everywhere. Kind of like he’d picked things up, put them down, and then forgot they were there and just never put them away again.

He’s got a bunch of different sized amps scattered around the room, a couple in the corner, lining the walls, and another much smaller one sitting on his dresser. There are stacks of what you can only assume to be fantasy novels, a couple of smaller stacks of magazines. Next to the door, you recognize a few mechanic themed ones that your father also owns and you wonder briefly if Eddie knows how to fix cars. He’s never talked about it before, but maybe he didn’t ever think it was relevant information to share with you. 

But you think that anything Eddie-related is relevant to you. 

Wandering further into the room, Eddie’s electric guitar catches your eye immediately, mounted on his mirrored wall like it’s his most prized possession (and it most likely is). It’s a gorgeous thing really, very metal. You want to reach out and touch it, but you don’t; knowing how protective he is of it. And you didn’t want to overstep more boundaries than you already had. 

Stepping over some clothes scattered across the floor (a couple band tees and a pair of jeans), you take a seat on the side of his bed, scanning his nightstand. 

There’s an ashtray, filled almost to the brim with half-smoked cigarettes as if he hadn’t emptied it in a while, a candy wrapper or two, a small bowl filled with jewelry (mostly rings) and a couple other random items, and then your eyes land on a small blue box. 

It reads, TROJAN-ENZ LUBRICATED.

It surprises you when a flash of white hot jealousy sears your stomach for a moment (it seemed you didn’t like the thought of him like that with anyone), before fizzling out as something more interesting catches your eye. 

Near the bottom of a stack of magazines in the corner of his bedroom is what appears to be a Hawkins Middle School yearbook. Oh, you gotta see this! You’d heard from the boys that Eddie had a buzz cut back then, but you couldn’t picture him with anything but his beautiful mane of hair.

Your heart leaps in your chest as you stand from the bed and kneel in front of the stack, pulling the small yearbook out from the bottom of the pile without disturbing the other magazines.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greets from the doorway. 

“Jesus!” You gasp, whipping your head towards him as you drop the yearbook in your lap, your hand coming up to your chest. 

“Christ, you scared me!” You say as if he was the one intruding on you.

Eddie clicked his tongue, “You’re snooping?” 

Guilt melts into your bones as you respond, ashamed, “Yes…Sorry, I-”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

When you don’t look convinced, he continues, stepping into the room and sitting on the edge of his bed across from you. 

“Really. I don’t mind. Snoop away. I got nothin’ to hide.” 

You’re not surprised he isn’t angry with you. He could be theatric and melodramatic at times, but never truly angry or mean. Eddie was really a big ol’ softie. 

You turn around so you’re facing him now, the yearbook now closed in your lap. 

Eddie nods to the object. 

“What’s that?” 

You glance down at it once again, a teasing smile spreading across your face as you respond, “Your middle school yearbook.” 

“Oh, great. That’s not embarrassing at allll,” He drawls sarcastically. But he’s smiling like it doesn’t actually bother him. 

“Actually, I haven’t flipped through it yet, sooo,” You reassure, but your expression is imploring, hoping he’ll give you his permission to crack it open. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

“Go ahead.” 

“Really?” You ask excitedly as you scooch over to him, placing the yearbook on the bed while you kneel on the floor beside his legs. 

“Yeah, of course, go for it.”

You smile excitedly at him and begin flipping through the pages, looking for his face. 

As you sit there in front of him, all giddy and adorable, Eddie can’t help but think oh my god, my crush is in my bedroom. 

He looks away from you for a moment, half expecting the entire room not to be there when he takes his eyes off of you. 

But then you spot the photo and you’re giggling and he’s drawn back to your pretty face immediately, lit up with glee at the sight of his buzzed head. 

You point at the photo and look up at him then. 

“Oh my god! You don’t even look like you,” You comment, bewildered, bringing the yearbook closer to your face to further inspect the photo. 

It was just a standard school photo; a black and white headshot with a plain background. But he was all cheesy grin and buzzed hair, so you were delighted by the sight of him. You wish you’d known him back then. 

“You were actually pretty adorable,” You note, face obscured by the yearbook shoved to your nose. 

Then you place it back on the bed and you’re smiling up at him from your spot on the floor and he wants to tell you how pretty he thinks you are.

Eddie smiles back down at you and you feel your heart flutter in your chest, butterflies swarming your stomach. 

“I, uh, I really like you, ya know?” He says, his dark eyes almost black in the dim of the room, but they still shine as they stare into yours. 

“Oh?” Your heart races and you can hear it in your ears as your face melts into a soft expression. 

Eddie looks down at his lap, thumbing at his skull ring repeatedly. 

“Yeah. And I, um,” He coughs lightly, “I was wondering, actually, if you maybe wanted to like go out on a date or something. And you can say no! I just think you’re really pretty and just so-”.

You cover his fidgeting hands with yours, “I’d love to.”

And now you’re both smiling at each other like lovesick fools (which you’re not ashamed to admit you are) and Eddie begins to lean down towards you and you feel your heart slamming against your ribcage, attempting to burst through your skin just so it can be closer to him. And you can feel his breath ghosting your face and-

There’s a knock on the open door.

Your attention is reluctantly drawn away from each other and towards the intruder. In the short moments before the interruption, it didn’t feel possible that anyone else existed besides the two of you. But apparently they did. 

“Are your clothes on?” Gareth asks, his left hand shielding his eyes. 

You sputter, stomach still in knots from your almost-kiss with Eddie. 

“No, we’re completely naked,” Eddie deadpans.

You feel your face warm and prickle with heat as Eddie winks at you. 

Gareth peeks through his fingers at the two of you and then removes his hand from his face completely when he sees Eddie’s claim is untrue. 

He raises his hands in defence, “Hey, just making sure. Don’t wanna walk in on anything…unsavoury.” 

“You’re unsavoury,” You bite back. 

“Okay, okay, children,” Eddie defuses, a hand on your shoulder. “What do you want, Gareth?” 

“Was gonna ask if you guys wanted to roll up with us.”

Eddie looks down at you, shrugging his shoulders, “You wanna?”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” You agree, the moment gone.

Eddie takes your hand and helps you up from his floor. 

“Sick,” Gareth says, starting out of the room as Eddie turns to you. 

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “I promise we’ll talk about our date later, okay?” as he brushes his thumb across your cheek tenderly and walks out of the room, clapping Gareth on the back as he walks ahead of him. 

You don’t know how he can do that; be so nervous one second and then so confident and slick the next. But like you said, Eddie is full of surprises. 

Gareth turns to you as you finally exit Eddie’s bedroom. 

“You get that love boner checked out?” 

Once you’re next to him in the short hallway, you shove him slightly and he stumbles a bit, but recovers quickly. 

“Shut up,” You command halfheartedly. 

Then once he’s back in step with you, “…We’re going on a date.”

“Fuck yeah,” Gareth says, shoving you back lightly. 

“Fuck yeah,” You agree, still giddy from your conversation with Eddie and the almost-kiss. 

The rest of the night is spent smoking and laughing with the guys. Kenneth stays sober to drive them all home, and at some point very late in the night, it’s just you and Eddie. 

You talk about your date, just as he promised you would, and he tells you he’s going to pick you up from your place on Friday evening. He’s going to take you to a drive-in movie, and then for milkshakes afterwards. He recognizes the cliché, but he knows you’ll love it, and when your eyes light up at the mention of movies and milkshakes, he knows he’s made the right choice. 

And then, he says, at the end of the night he’s going to drop you back at your place, walk you to the door like a proper gentlemen (because Wayne has taught him that it’s important to be chivalrous), and that’s when he’s going to kiss you for the first time. Because he wants it to be romantic and soft and sweet. Just like you. 

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Reblog or send me an ask to let me know what you think! 

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[steam-beasts]

Scary! - short story

It was a bright and sunny at Arlesdale End. Theodore and Charles had brought the two little pups for a very special surprise.

However, the pups had to wait, so Toby's crew dropped Bruno and Tabitha off by the lake and let them play around while they went to fetch the surprise.

Now that they had open eyes, the two little babies were fascinated in everything! The grass, the water, the trees...

They rolled around in the grass and wrestled a bit until a little frog hopped out of the lake. Tabitha squealed and giggled, getting off her little brother to see it, Bruno wagged his little...tail??? As he too wanted to see the green little creature.

The frog croaked and looked up at the little tram with its doughy eyes, Tabitha stared back down and babbled with delight, ringing her little bell. Bruno giggled and cooed.

The frog remained still, and croaked at the big face staring down at it curiously.

The bushes rustled, and suddenly, a huge shadow loomed over the two. Bruno and Tabitha didn't notice, as they were fixated on the frog. The frog in question did notice the shadow, and hopped away with instinct. Tabitha chirped with disappointment as she watched it disappear. Bruno stopped giggling and looked disappointed, his tail stopped wiggling.

Where was Mr frog going? They wondered.

"Oh, Toby! Look at them!" A voice suddenly piped up. The pups froze, recognising the voice immediately.

"Th-They're...they're really here!" Said another voice. This one was also familiar...

Wait...

It's their mama and papa! They're back!

Bruno and Tabitha squeaked happily and quickly spun around to properly see their mother and father for the first time. But instead of mama and papa being there...

...it was two big scary beasts.

One looked like a giant version of Tabitha, but with sharp fangs, fiery yellow eyes, and big scary horns! Charles and Theodore were inside the creature's body. It must've eaten them! Bruno thought.

The other looked like Bruno, but more orange, and she had small horns with cow-like ears and blue eyes. She had weird claws on her paws.

Toby and Henrietta both smiled happily at their little pups, they were so happy to see that their eyes had opened.

"Come here, you two–" Toby tried reaching out a paw, but the pair recoiled back with high-pitched squeals and cries. Toby pulled back with a shocked look, Henrietta was the same. Tabitha and her brother backed up a bit more, shaking and squeaking in fear from the two scary monsters.

Charles frowned, a look of realisation dawned on his face "Oh dear..." he said "I...I think they're scared of you two"

"S-Scared?" Henrietta repeated quietly, her ears flattening, tears pricking her eyes. Toby whimpered, bringing up a paw to cover his horn.

"I-I didn't think our own pups would ever...be frightened of us" He said sadly, a guilty look on his face. Maybe they should've considered how the little ones would've reacted to their appearances...

Toby and Henrietta exchanged sad and guilty glances, backing away to give the little ones space.

Charles patted his side "It's ok, ol' boy–"

"It's NOT ok!!" Toby cut him off with a low, grieving snarl "Our own kids are AFRAID of me and Henrietta!! We're just..... big scary monsters to them..." he said sadly.

"This is their first time actually seeing you two. They are surprisingly smart for babies, so I suppose this wasn't what they expected you to look like" Theodore reasoned. The old couple just let out small cries and whines, Henrietta let the tears fall out while Toby tried holding them in.

Just then, Bruno and Tabitha suddenly came crawling out of the bushes, approaching the giant beasts. They both tensed up and remained still, not wanting to scare them further. Bruno carefully approached first;

He went up to Toby's paw and poked it before quickly jumping back. Seeing as nothing happened, the brakevan chirped at the old tram, feeling less afraid. Tabitha remained hesitant, going to investigate the giant Bruno-lookalike beast.

Charles watched and cooed "It's alright...this is your mama and papa". Bruno and Tabitha's faces lit up at the familiar words, any fear they had disappeared as they instantly began nuzzling against their parents' furry arms.

With tearful eyes, Toby and Henrietta picked up their young and made little chirping noises to them, which were mimicked by the other. Toby's tail wagged, as did Henrietta's.

They were finally together again.

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #toby x henrietta #ttte oc #ttte tabitha #ttte bruno #short story #they finally see their parents!! #ttte toby #ttte henrietta

[m-jelly]

I don’t know if you’ve seen the TikTok or not, but it’s basically a women sitting on her couch recording her husband walking into the house and when he does she starts laughing because behind the door is like a baby cow looking at him and he is like in shock but smiles and pets it. So imagine Levi x Reader living in a farm and she’s always bringing animals home either for foster care or to actually own so one day as Levi comes home from doing something in town or in the city. He walks into you laughing your absolute ass off like tears in your eyes looking at something and when he turns to see what it is, it’s a whole baby cow just staring into his soul. (They do have a farm to put it on btw I think it’s sad when people don’t have the right conditions for any animals)

Baby cow

Pairing: Ranch owner!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, cute, married, ranch/farming life.

Concept: You and Levi own a ranch which looks after rescued animals, as well as welcomes children and families to spend time with the animals. You both specialise in raising horses for kids to ride, which means Levi is often dressed like a cowboy. Levi comes home to the ranch after settling a few business things in the city. When he comes home he sees a baby cow in his living room and you dress it up.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @youre-ackermine @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6

Levi drove his truck down the dirt path as exhaustion clung to him. He just wanted to get home to you and be wrapped up in your loving arms. He wanted to rest and not think for a while. He had to hand over a lot of paperwork and approve a few things for the ranch. Everything was all perfectly set up and he'd never have to go to the city again.

Now, it was just you, him and the animals. Maybe kids in the future.

He pulled up into his parking spot and smiled at the lovely wooden home you shared. He felt his heart flutter as he gazed at it and admired your loving touch on it to make it appear cosy. It looked so peaceful nestled in a large field with views of the mountains and lake.

He slipped out of his truck and entered his home. He smiled softly at the wonderful smell of baked goods and home-cooked meals. He knew you'd probably been busy cooking and baking while he was gone for three days.

Levi stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted you putting a bow onto a baby cow's head. "What in the world is going on?"

You gasped and looked up at Levi. "Levi! You're home!" You squealed and ran over to him. "I missed you so much!"

Levi caught you when you jumped into his arms. He chuckled and stumbled back. He squeezed you tightly as he let out a deep moan. "Mm, darling I have missed you."

You showered Levi's face in kisses. "Welcome home, my love."

"I'm glad to be home." He put you on your feet. "But answer me one thing, okay?"

You giggled. "You can ask me anything."

He kissed you and then looked over at the baby cow. "Why is there a baby cow in our living room?"

You blushed a little and stepped back from your husband. "Well, she has nowhere to go and her momma died. So, I thought we could take care of her." You pouted a little as you played with your dress. "It's okay, right?"

He let out a long sigh and looked over at the cow. "You named her already, didn't you?"

You looked away from him as you blushed more. "Peaches."

Levi walked over to the cow and petted it. "Hello, Peaches, welcome to your new home."

"Yay!"

He chuckled and ushered her along. "I'll get her to a nice little home."

You hurried after Levi. "I'll come too!"

Levi led the cow to the stables and hummed in thought. "I know just the momma cow to look after this little one." He walked into the pen and moved the cow along to the big mother cow. "Hello momma who lost a lot of babies, I have a sweet baby for you to raise."

You welled up when you watched Levi introduce the cows and the two connecting with each other. You felt touched that the two had what they were searching for. You clapped your hands and grinned at Levi when he came back over to you.

Levi leaned down and kissed you. "Howdy there ma'am. You here by your lonesome?"

You giggled at Levi being playful with you. "I sure am. I'm wondering if a handsome cowboy might keep me company."

Levi lept over the fence and landed in front of you. "Well, I can help you out."

You squealed when Levi scooped you up into his arms. "Levi."

He purred at you. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

#levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi #aot levi #snk levi #levi ackerman #levi fanfiction #levi x y/n #levi x reader #fanfic #aot fanfiction #levi x you #jelly fanfics #captain levi #levi x reader fluff #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #levi x yn #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi snk #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x female reader #levi fluff

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Chronicles of the Domain Ch 3 (BotW fic)

Summary: When a Hylian delegation is sent to Zora's Domain, no one really expected a child to be part of the group. Nevertheless, little Link steadily finds his place in this new strange world, while politics and worries prevail among the adults.

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Chapter 3 - Baby Link's Adventure!

This place was so big. He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave, but he really wanted to.

Papa had eaten breakfast with him and then the captain said Papa had to go guard some important people, which left Link all alone.

Well. Not all alone. Some other soldiers were here too. Link didn’t remember their names. There was one who shared a room with him and Papa. He had heard his name the most. Was it Nor? Maybe.

Then there were the others. One had freckles and red hair and looked like one of his neighbors back home, so he was Neighbor Soldier. Then there was one whose black hair was kept in braids so tight Link could see the skin on his head. They were in rows. They looked kind of cool. So he was Braids Soldier.

So far Link had noticed that sometimes some people would stay in their big room area and sometimes they would go to protect the important people. He guessed their duties changed every day. Papa seemed to guard a lot. But that was because Papa was really good at fighting. Link would be too someday. He was going to make Papa proud.

Today Neighbor Soldier and Nor were standing in the kind of house they were in. Papa and Braids Soldier were guarding with the captain.

Link missed Papa.

“Hey little guy,” one of the knights said with a smile. “Whatcha up to?”

“There are frogs,” Link said. “I wanna see the frogs.”

“Oh? Where are the frogs?”

“I don’t know, that’s what I want to find out!” Link said. “You can’t know where frogs are if you don’t look.”

Neighbor Soldier giggled in that low way that Papa did sometimes. “I guess you’re right. Maybe there are some hiding in your bedroom?”

“That’s silly,” Link said. “Frogs don’t need beds.”

“Are you sure?” Braids Soldier asked. “I thought I saw one sleeping in a bed the other day.”

Link squinted for a second. That didn’t seem right. But he guessed he should really check to be sure. He ran back to his room, peeking under the bed, on the pillow, under the pillow, and in the blankets. Then he stared at the bed and got a little sad because Papa wasn’t there. But definitely no frogs.

He knew there were frogs here, though! And if there were frogs, what else was here? He had to find stuff, and then he could show Papa! And then they could practice fighting together! Papa loved sword fighting.

Link headed out from his bedroom. Paused and thought about it. Went back to his bedroom to grab Mr. Moo, who had come from home with them. He’d forgotten Mr. Moo the last time he went out and now he felt bad about it. He squeezed the little plushie cow tightly as he peeked around to see the knights standing guard.

Papa said he had to stay here. But Papa had seen him leave before and hadn’t gotten that mad. Except he got mad the other day. But Link wanted to go. But Link didn’t want Papa to get mad.

But Link wanted to go. So he went.

Outside of the area where the knights stayed was big and open and wet. Why was water everywhere? He guessed it was because of the funny fish people. Fish liked water. But they weren’t swimming in it, which was weird. They were supposed to swim in it. They weren’t actually fish people, then. They were just silly looking.

He wondered if the funny looking girl who made his cut go away was somewhere close.

There were lots of people here. He felt a little weird for being the only normal one, as they all looked weird and kept staring at him. But he wanted to find frogs, so he would.

Oh! Something different! It glowed too. But it was much smaller than a frog. It looked like a glowy snail! He’d never seen snails glow! It was weird because when he put it in the sun it was normal but when he put it in the shade it kind of glowed. He wanted to show Papa, so he put the snail in his shirt. It was kind of sticky but he stopped noticing after a while.

“Stop right there!”

Link jumped a little, looking around to see who had yelled at him. He saw another one of the funny looking people, but this one was small, like he was a kid his age. He wasn’t the girl who fixed his cut because he had black skin instead of pink, and his weird skirt thing and arm flap things were different colors too. He ran over to Link.

“You’re a Hylian!” he said, pointing at Link.

Link scrunched his nose.

“You look weird!” the boy continued. “That’s how I know! You don’t look like a normal Zora boy. You… you are a boy, right?”

“Yeah,” Link replied. “Are you?”

The boy stomped his foot. “Yeah!”

“Well you look funny too,” Link pointed out, crossing his arms.

“No, I don’t! I look normal!” the boy argued. “My name’s Bazz. My Dad is a knight and I’m gonna be one too, and I’m patrolling the Domain. You’re supposed to be with the Hylians.”

Link scrunched his face. “Where’s your sword?”

Bazz blinked. “What?”

“You said you’re gonna be a knight and you’re patrolling but you’ve got no sword!”

“We use spears,” Bazz huffed. “I mean. Some of us have swords too, but a lot of us use spears.”

“So where’s your spear?”

“I don’t have one yet!” Bazz answered. “I’m too little. But I can still patrol.”

“I have a sword,” Link said.

“No you don’t!” Bazz argued.

“Yeah I do!” Link argued back. “Look!”

With that, Link motioned for Bazz to follow him, and the two ran back to the home Link was staying in. Nor stared at him as he ran by, asking him a question, but Link ignored him for a second. Mama told him he shouldn’t do that, but this was important. He wanted to show Bazz his sword so he could prove he was a knight because Bazz was being dumb and he didn’t like it.

Link slid under the bed before pulling out the wooden sword. “See?”

Bazz stared, and he suddenly didn’t seem annoyed anymore. “Whoa! You have an actual sword? Well, it’s not actual, but—you have a sword!”

Link smiled, suddenly excited. “Yeah! You wanna see how it works?”

“You swing it, duh.”

“What are you two doing in here?”

The boys gasped, turning to see Neighbor Soldier watching them from the doorway. His freckles moved as he frowned, and then he asked Bazz, “And who might you be, little one? This is the Hylian area, I’m afraid. You should go.”

“But he’s my friend,” Link said quickly.

“Oh?” Neighbor Soldier laughed. “Well, if that’s the case, I guess he can stay a little bit. But listen, kid, I’m going to help you find your parents by noon, okay? No lunch here.”

Bazz nodded a little timidly, watching Neighbor Soldier leave. Link smiled at him. “Don’t worry, he’s nice.”

“Dad’s not so sure,” Bazz said quietly. “He says Hylians can’t be trusted. But you seem kind of okay, I guess.”

“I can show you how to fight with the sword,” Link offered, eager to share.

Bazz immediately smiled and laughed. “That would be great!”

The two ran out of the bedroom so Link could find something for Bazz to fight with. When Neighbor Soldier said Link couldn’t have a real sword, the two huffed and headed outside of the house area again. Link found another snail and put it in his shirt with the others and then when they couldn’t find another sword, Bazz said they could go outside the Domain and look for sticks there because there was grass and trees there. Link agreed, as it sounded like a good idea, but Bazz said he would have to sneak by guards, and Link wasn’t sure that was a good idea because Papa might get upset if he went too far.

But the sword fighting seemed really cool. So Link really thought hard about it.

In the end, though, he told Bazz they could sneak tomorrow. He would ask Papa. He wanted to show Papa his snails too. So instead of fighting today, Link showed Bazz Mr. Moo. Bazz thought Mr. Moo was really cool, and Link liked that. As the two talked about Mr. Moo, Bazz told Link about different things about the funny people (Zora? Bazz said they were called Zora) and Link liked hearing about it. Link asked about the girl from the other day, and Bazz said it sounded like Princess Mipha. Princess seemed like a weird first name, but Link didn’t mention it.

As Link said his goodbye to Bazz for lunchtime, he saw a familiar face, and he ran towards her. “Hey! You fixed my cut.”

Princess Mipha, maybe, looked at him and then smiled, though she kind of hid behind the railing of the stairs. “Yes. I’m glad you’re not hurt today.”

Link stared at her, wondering what he should say next. Then he held out Mr. Moo. “Do you want to see Mr. Moo?”

Princess Mipha walked towards him curiously, and the two sat in the water as Link explained all about Mr. Moo’s life back home. He wouldn’t let her touch Mr. Moo, though. He liked him a lot and didn’t want him to get hurt or wet.

“Link?”

Link gasped, turning. “Papa!”

Papa watched him confusedly, hand resting on his sword hilt, before he relaxed a little. “What are you doing out here?”

Link suddenly felt a little guilty, but he reached into his shirt and pulled out the snails instead. “Look what I found! I couldn’t find any frogs though, and I wanted to find frogs, but these snails glow, Papa! Like if you put them out of the sunlight they glow, they made my hands glow, but they’re not like lanterns because they’re not that warm and they’re kind of slimy.”

Papa looked between Link and Princess Mipha, and he did a strange kind of bow towards Princess Mipha. “Your Highness.”

Link looked at him, confused. Why wasn’t he noticing him? “Papa, look at the snails.”

“I see them, son,” Papa said. “But you shouldn’t be out here. We talked about this.”

“I was showing her the snails and Mr. Moo.”

Papa blinked. Then he blinked again. “Mr. Moo?”

Link showed his plushie. “I brought him from home.”

Papa smiled a little. “Link, that’s a heifer, not a bull.”

“Huh?” Link stared at his plushie and then back at Papa, frowning. “Mr. Moo is a cow.”

“But bulls are boy cows and heifers are girl cows,” Papa explained. “Your cow has udders, she’s a girl and she’s a mama.”

“Udders?”

“For milk, son.”

Link stared thoughtfully at Mr. Moo as Papa spoke to Princess Mipha. Princess Mipha said something about needing to see her father, and Link gasped as he realized something.

“She has boobies?” Link asked, staring at his Papa intensely and shaking his cow plushie.

Papa blinked again, making a funny face. “Link—”

Link gasped again, coming to an even better realization. “She has moobies!”

Papa coughed. “Link, no—”

Link immediately showed Princess Mipha. “I was wrong, this isn’t a mister! She’s a mama and she has moobies!”

“What are moobies?” Princess Mipha asked.

“Goddess Hylia,” Papa muttered, rubbing his face. Why was he talking to the goddess when he wasn’t praying?

“Moobies are for milk for cows, and boobies are for milk for Hylians!” Link explained importantly. Then he grew confused. “Do Zora have boobies?”

“Link,” Papa hissed. “That’s enough.”

Link could tell Papa was getting mad. He closed his mouth, not sure what was wrong, but he hesitantly held Mrs. Moo a little tighter. Papa sighed, telling Princess Mipha he’d take her to lunch. Link felt his eyes sting a little. Why did she get to go to lunch with Papa and not him?

“Papa, I’m hungry,” he said.

Papa paused, watching Link and looking a little sad. “We’ll eat dinner together, son. I promise. But go eat lunch with the other knights, okay? I have guard duty still.”

Oh, that’s why. But what did Princess Mipha have to do with that? Link sighed, hanging his head and going back towards the house place, but he wanted to see where they were going, so he hid behind a wall instead and watched Papa and Princess Mipha leave. Then he followed them, though he didn’t get very far before Bazz stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Bazz asked. “You can’t go to the banquet hall.”

“What’s the banquet hall?” Link asked back.

“That’s where the royal family eats.”

Royal family? Royal family. That sounded familiar. Wasn’t there a Hylian royal family? He remembered they were super important people.

Ooooh. Papa was guarding important people. That made sense. But then why was Princess Mipha there? That seemed silly.

Sighing, Link pouted, but Bazz told him they should explore the Domain together instead, so they did. Link couldn’t believe how big this place was, and the more they looked around, the more he kind of liked it. He was getting hungry, though.

Bazz introduced Link to a friend of his named Rivan, who was a little shorter than Bazz and had brown colored skin where Bazz was black. It looked like all Zora had two skin colors and then flappy fin and skirt things that had colors. But why didn’t they have hair? And why didn’t they wear real clothes? They were all really confused when he asked, and Link told them he’d bring them some shirts to try tomorrow. Bazz said he’d bring Link jewelry, which Link thought was weird because the only jewelry boys usually wore were earrings. He guessed sometimes he saw Grandpapa wear a necklace sometimes. But everything here was shiny jewelry, and that was kind of weird.

Link’s stomach growled, and he flopped in the water sadly. He wanted to eat. He missed Papa. Why did he have to guard important people?

It was his duty. That was why. Link knew that. But he still wished his duty could also include eating lunch with him.

Eventually, Bazz and Rivan said they had to go, and Link dragged his feet back to the Hylian house. Nor watched him and walked to him while Neighbor Soldier kind of didn’t.

“Where’ve you been?” Nor asked. “You know you’re not allowed to wander. Did your father not tell you that?”

“Oh, lay off the kid,” Neighbor Soldier said as he leaned against the wall. “He wants to explore.”

“He could cause problems.”

“He’s making friends,” Neighbor Soldier pointed out. “I’d be more worried about him getting hurt than causing problems. These Zora aren’t exactly the friendliest to Hylians.”

“I made friends,” Link pointed out.

“You sure did, kiddo,” Neighbor Soldier said brightly with a smile. Link smiled back. He liked him. “But Norri does have a point. You shouldn’t wander too much, okay? Not everyone wants to be your friend here.”

“I saw Papa, though.”

“And he didn’t immediately tell you to come back here?” Nor asked, looking annoyed.

Neighbor Soldier rolled his eyes. “Hey Link, why don’t you get some food? Go to the dining area, I’ll bring you a plate.”

Link got excited. He was really hungry. He hurried over to the dining area while the knights started to talk to each other. They sounded kind of angry, and he wasn’t sure why. Was it really that bad that he’d explored the Domain? It had been such a good day, though!

As Neighbor Soldier brought him some food, Link ate it really quickly, excited when he saw Papa come through the door. He was really tired, though, too, but he wanted to tell Papa about his day.

Papa picked him up, kissing him and making him giggle. But before Link could really talk to him, Papa laid him down for a nap, saying he should go to bed early since he didn’t nap earlier in the day. Link pouted at that. He… he just wanted to be with Papa.

Sighing, Link twisted in the blankets. Well. It wasn’t all a bad day. He was maybe kind of starting to like it here. He hoped the letter reached Mama soon so she could come too. And maybe he could talk to Papa tomorrow.

Closing his eyes, he settled in for some sleep, Mrs. Moo clutched firmly in his grasp.

#writing #chronicles of the domain #breath of the wild link #botw link #writing from a 4-year-old's pov was hard but so so fun #Abel will now be forever haunted by the infamous moobies #mrs moo #she gets her own tag #she is a celebrity #mipha #I love zora's domain #legend of zelda #abel #he needs a vacation #with Link #so the poor baby can be with his papa like he wants #and no Abel needs literally no other responsibilities so he can RELAX #will I ever stop torturing this man #skye time travels through the queue

[outpost51]

Hey there, Korbz! 📚 and 🐙 from this ask game, pls? Sending good 🌌 vibes 🌌 and good luck to ya! 🍀🍀🍀 ~~ - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Snippet Asks

ty enchant my love, vibes to you as well

📚 share a snippet where the character is being academic/is in an academic setting/is showing off their knowledge

listen i have so many feelings about eugene damien, i poke fun at him a lot but he's my special baby boy

Damien gave her a look like she’d just admitted she was from another planet and had, in fact, come to earth to steal all the women and cows. His left eye twitched. “N-no, Miss Wheeler, that’s. That’s not the kind of—” He paused to eat a few more fries for energy, then recited: “While the price of a single, one-time loan of energy might be something as trivial as a given amount of hours in servitude to a demon, or something less-so and steeped in trickery if one were dealing with Fae, or perhaps an amount of time or money given to more philanthropic causes with an angel, a long-term agreement could mean the forfeiture of one’s own soul.”

When he was met with even more confused stares, he continued, “A soul owned by another cannot be retrieved for reanimation, nor can it be reincarnated, unless the owner of that soul releases the contract or dies of natural causes. Should the owner of the soul be killed, the contract transfers to the being that killed the previous owner. Across the Veil, souls become tangible things; should one find oneself in such a predicament, one’s soul can think and feel pain just as their physical body once could, and as that soul is bound to the owner’s will, it is subject to anything the owner desires to do to it or for it to do.”

The table was silent until Moira, as usual, broke it with all the tact of a brick thrown through a window. “Did you just recite the fucking Conduit terms of service from memory?”

Damien sniffed, leveling her with an unamused glare.

“So… it’s a battery,” Dillon hazarded.

“… Yes,” Damien reluctantly agreed, dragging the word out. “It’s a battery that thinks and feels and sometimes has very dangerous ulterior motives.”

“And I need one to… wake my abilities back up?”

“More or less. It’s not just a simple repetition of the first ritual, you’ll have to channel more energy, it’s why we rarely bring someone back with the intention of keeping them alive indefinitely. It’s a lot of upkeep for even a firm of our size, and the fact you’re taking it on yourself is… admirable.” His face softened briefly, like he saw a reflection in her of someone he’d loved and lost. “Here, I have a few tomes for you,” he said, pushing a few books from the stack he’d put on the table and ignoring Moira as she dramatically mouthed tomes at Dillon. “There’s also a map of ley lines here — energy is more concentrated in those areas, so you might find it easier to channel power from these until you get stronger and can channel it on your own — and one of my notebooks detailing various alliances my colleagues and I have made over the years so you can get a feel for the cost.”

He held onto the stack as Dillon grabbed for it, adding, “Read it all carefully. I mean it. This isn’t just like calling a cousin to help you out of a bind, this can get you seriously hurt, and if something takes your soul, Mother help you, because I can’t bring you back.” He held her eyes in his gaze for a while, and that’s when she noticed his eyes were ringed with black. Stained. She wondered if the magic tainted him on such a deep level, everyone else around him could see and feel it, and if the same would happen to her.

When she nodded, he let go, gathered the rest of his things, and stood. “Good luck, Miss Monroe. Give my regards to your sister.” A sad smile flickered across his face. “She was always kind to me in school.”

🐙 share a snippet where the character is being a brat/smartass

“I’m not protecting anyone,” I spat. Human cockholster, piece of shit. “I would happily gift-wrap his ass and hand-deliver him with a big blue bow if I had any idea where the actual fuck he ran off to.” I had to pause to spit blood at my feet. Pity none of it splashed on his shoes. “But I don’t, like I said the last hundred times you asked, so it wooks wike widdle Bwue gets no pwezzie-wezzie. Boo.” I deserved the backhand that threatened to snap my head right off my shoulders, but I also deserved to see the gutbustingly hilarious look of pure offense twitch his face all akimbo, so it evened out. Human cockholster.

Pro tip: don’t sass the guys that are twice your size or more and armed to the teeth. They have the high ground.

Blue’s honey soured quickly. “Maybe I’ll gift-wrap one of your widdle fingers and send it to Fausie Wausie’s last known widdle hideout.”

“Give ‘im this one.” I weakly flipped the bird with my left arm; the other, as mentioned before, had been royally fucked up in a previous conversation, and clearly I hadn’t learned.

#no atria never learns not to sass the bad guys with the advantage #i love her so so so fucking much but also were she not the main character she'd have died ten times over #my fic #sneeps.txt #between a rock and a hard place #the arsonist chronicles #unlikely adventures

[aemiron-main]

hey! it’s @byler-barista-anon :)

if will and mike were in a coffee shop au, who would be the barista and who would be the customer? how long would it take for them to fall in love and get together?

have a wonderful day,

- barista anon 💙💛

OMG HELLO THERE AAAAA!! 💕💗💕💗

I think that Will would be the barista and Mike would be the customer!

I think that it would take a few years, honestly. I like the idea of Mike and Will meeting and Mike’s a regular customer for like a year & then disappears for awhile & then shows up again for a few months & then disappears for awhile, and each time he disappears, his style changes (like how we went from fair isle sweater Mike to hellfire Mike but if fair isle sweater Mike was older), and Will’s basically watching him evolve like a Pokémon LMAO. But anyway, I think that Mike is pretty standoffish, as he usually is, and tired and just wants to get his coffee and go. And as we’ve seen with the “SIR-SIR!” thing in s4 when Mike’s trying to order pizza, Mike can be a bit of a Karen. So I think that Mike is usually just quiet/even bordering on rude/snippy on days when he’s extra tired when it comes to the baristas. And the baristas know this. Will, unfortunately, is the new hire. Mike, unfortunately, is the regular who has a reputation of being grumpy and kind of difficult to deal with. So, on Will’s first day on the job, when his coworkers see Mike come in, they push Will to the front to deal with him. And will does. And Mike is grumpy, sure, but will is always nice to him, and while the two don’t really exchange words, and Mike is still grumpy, nothing eventful really happens.

So, I don’t really think Mike pays Will much mind until Will accidentally dumps Mike’s coffee all over Mike, and Mike goes to be a bit of a a Karen/snippy, right until he locks eyes with Will’s big sad baby cow eyes LMAO and while it’s not love at first sight, mike doesn’t have it in him to be a karen, especially since Will is frantically apologizing and handing Mike handfuls of napkins. But he IS still mike, and he IS still a snippy, grumpy guy. So, while he doesn’t pulls a Karen, he DOES roll his eyes and mutters something about “watch what you’re doing,” and will, who may be kind but is also snarky, fires back at mike with a “I could say the same to you. Usually, when somebody hands you something, you grab it!” And then there’s silence. The other baristas are staring, waiting for Mike to retort, or storm out. But mike just sort of looks take aback, and mutters what sounds like it could have maybe been the tail-end of a “sorry,” before he sulks out of the shop.

And from that moment on, will is saddled with the role of “mike handler” by the rest of the baristas, because for whatever reason (probably the sad baby cow eyes), Mike didn’t get upset about will spilling the drink, didn’t make his usual offended noise or eye-rolls that he does whenever the other baristas have spilled his drink previously.

And so, will always ends up dealing with Mike’s orders. And the two of them don’t say much to eachother, but there’s tiny, tiny things about mike demeanour that shift. He’s not quite as grumpy. His tone is a soft-tired, instead of a snippy-tired. He even comes up quietly to mention a mistake with his drink, instead of his usual dramatic eye-roll and hand gestures whenever they’ve made a mistake with his drink in the past. He even returns Will’s smile once, with a tiny, tight smile of his own.

And then Mike disappears for a few months. And Will doesn’t pay too much mind to it, but he does notice the absence. And then mike comes back.

Mike’s in his peak metalhead phase tm, with a leather jacket, and his hellfire shirt, and longer hair. He even starts wearing rings similar to Eddie’s, and Will sees them when he hands Mike his coffee & comments on them. And mike is sort of hesitant at first, almost worried that Will’s going to mock him. So there’s an awkward moment of silence before Will tries again with “They’re cool!”

And then, Mike smiles, a real, genuine smile, and launches into his Nerd Mode TM and explains that they’re dnd related/inspired by his dm, Eddie, and asks will if he knows what dnd is, and will ABSOLUTELY does, and so the two of them end up excitedly chatting about it until Will notices the growing line of customers behind Mike. And the two of them end up chatting about dnd each time Mike comes in, and Mike seems to be more easygoing now, less skittish and grumpy, genuinely happy. And he listens while Will tells him all about Will the Wise, and Will listens while Mike tells him all about hellfire.

And then one day, there’s the customer to end all customers. On the outside, he’s an average, middleaged man, perhaps a bit scruffy and angry-looking. He already seems to be in a rush and upset/frustrated. And Will, distracted by Mike, drops the man’s coffee, spilling it onto the man’s shirt. And the man absolutely loses it. He’s up in Will’s face, shouting at him, livid, going on about how Will’s ruined his shirt, and how it’s such a simple task, and yet somehow Will’s still fucked it up.

And for a moment, Mike’s a little bit excited, because he saw how this sort of thing played out between him and Will, and he expects Will to fire back with some sort of retrofit. But when he turns to look at Will, he can see that will looks sort of distant, as if he’s not really there. He looks scared, even. And that’s when mike’s attitude twists from excitement to concern.

Will, who grew up with Lonnie’s yelling, isn’t doing a great job of coping with the current situation. Usually he’d try and leave in some small way, diffuse the situation, duck down to grab some extra napkins or something, hide without really hiding, just for a brief moment. But instead, he’s frozen, standing there as the customer rants at him. And the man reaches over to grab Will by his shirt, since Will is still frozen, and the customer is increasingly angry that Will isn’t really reacting to any of his ranting.

And even AU Mike is still a Will protector, so he steps in, leaning across the counter to sort of out himself between Will and the man, like “is there a problem here?” And he’s in his metalhead phase and looks sort of scary/ grungy, and does his best to look intimidating even though he resembles the pack of disposable straws sitting behind Will. But despite his lanky stature, there’s something about his demeanour that makes the other man back down. But the other man is still mad, and points at will and goes “Maybe if he watched what he’s doing, there wouldn’t be a problem.” And Mike levels the man with a Look TM and hits him with the “I could say the same to you. Usually, when somebody hands you something, you grab it.” And then mike makes a Show TM of picking up his drink without dropping it, in a sarcastic “look how easy it is!!” way, and the other man just sort of stomps out without his drink.

And Mike turns to Will, and in the softest Will Voice TM, asks him if he’s alright. And there’s still coffee all over the counter, all over the dnd notes that Mike brought, and Will just sort of nods, still sort dazed, but Mike doesn’t believe it because will still looks like a deer in the headlights. So, he puts an arm around Will’s shoulders, similar to the arcade scene in s2, and steers him over to sit down, and ignores Will’s protests about needing to clean up the mess, because in Mike’s words “well, you’re the Mike handler, so you’re still in charge of me!“. And will is momentarily mortified that Mike knows about the “mike handler” titles/ jokes, but mike’s smiling at him so gently, that will can’t help but laugh and relax a little bit. And the two of them leave the mess for Will’s coworkers (rip) and spend the rest of the afternoon chatting about dnd, and Mike keeps shittalking the asshole customer and throwing dirty glances at the door as if he’s gonna stomp back in at any time. And eventually, the two have to part ways, but Mike gives Will a tiny little wave as he goes out the door, which Will returns with a tiny wave of his own.

And then Mike disappears again, for a few months (partially because he felt guilty because Will was distracted talking to Him when he dropped the drink on the angry customer). And then he comes back, looking more like end of s4 Mike except with a combo of hellfire Mike and fair isle sweater Mike aesthetics. And Will is happy to see Mike again, and almost wants to ask him where he went/why he keeps disappearing, but he can see that Mike looks nervous, so Will doesn’t want to pry and scare him away.

And then mike says something really quickly, mumbling and staring down at his hands. And Will doesn’t quite catch it, so he asks mike what he said. And mike nervously looks up at him and blurts

“Iwaswonderingifyouwantedtoplaydnd?”

And Will, thankfully, catches it this time, and looks a bit confused as to why Mike is so nervous, because they’d discussed Will joining hellfire before, and mike was sure that he could talk this Eddie guy into letting Will join, so it’s not like it’s a new idea. And so, will looks confused and asks like “Like hellfire, right?”

And Mike looks even more nervous now, looking away from Will, and the hand holding his coffee is shaking, so will, boldly, puts his hand on top of mike’s to stabilize it, lest there be yet another coffee spill. And mike looks like he wants to BOLT, like he wants to RUN, so Will boldly goes

“You’re not going to disappear on me again, are you?” And mike looks embarrassed and nervous again, and Will almost regrets saying anything, but before Will can apologize for prying, Mike sets down his coffee, and starts rifling through his bag. He pulls out a bunch of papers, which will recognizes as various dnd pages, filled with writing and crude little drawings. But the closer Will looks, he realizes that it’s not just some dnd pages: it’s a whole campaign. A whole campaign based on the tales of Will the Wise, of all the lore that Will had told him during their years of chatting. And before he can say anything, Mike sucks in a breath and puts his hand on top of Will’s. And he looks up at Will, soft and nervous, before speaking.

“I was thinking. We could start our own party. A new party, you and me.” And then mike glances over to where his hand is on top of his Will’s on and will just gets it, gets what mike’s implying. He gets why Mike disappeared, spending the time writing the campaign. And so, he looks at Mike, and that’s when Mike gets it too.

and the two of them go on to be dnd bfs!!!!!!

I also offer the idea of: established byler coffee shop au except will works at the coffee shop & Mike comes in every day and pretends that he doesn’t know Will and flirts with him and tries to get his number.

Mike: so. you come here often?

Will, wearing an apron and very obviously employed: mhm. I work here.

Mike: you remind me of coffee.

Will, slightly confused: oh?

Mike: hot.

And eventually, some of Will’s coworkers start to notice the flirting and are like “who IS that guy, he’s really heavy handed with the flirting but also kind of awkward??” and will just laughs it off. And then his coworkers see Mike pick will up from work one day and it all Clicks.

And I also offer: barista Mike and artist Will and Will comes into the coffee shop to work on art sometimes & Mike eventually starts putting Will’s art up all over the coffee shop because he loves it.

Thank you!!! I hope you have a wonderful day too! 💗

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #st scenarios #byler scenarios #byler-barista-anon

[dreamsclock]

They could have had a spring wedding. With flowers freshly blooming after the winter, with warm sun shining on them. With their guests dressed in spring as well - pastels, joy and flowers.

They could have had a summer wedding. With laughter as warm as the summer sun. With ice cream instead of a wedding cake. With their guests holding parasols over them while they walk the aisle.

They could have had an autumn wedding. With golden leaves on the trees and a bit of rain. With warm smiles. With their guests happy despite the weather.

They could have had a winter wedding. With snow making the venue look like a fairytale. With snowball fights and warm cocoa. With their guests keeping warm with hugs (just like they would).

you’re literally so mean and evil and messed up to tell me this . (/pos) this was written ages ago but i FINALLY managed to respond and finish my section so HERE YOU GO :D the c!fiances make me so SO SO sad…. when do they get to be happy :(

warnings: angst (no comfort), dissociation, blood, torture, prison arc themes, loneliness, emotional distress, amnesia

Tommy brings along his cow to the wedding, chest puffed out proudly when he opens his bag to reveal to little calves, mooing timidly at the people clustered round curiously. “It’s spring, bitch,” he declares, grinning toothily, “stop the wedding. Everyone come and look at my cows.”

Quackity stares in abject disbelief as Tommy joins Tubbo as flower-boy, sitting on top of his cow and showing off the little baby cows to people instead of throwing flowers. “What the fuck,” he whispers, but squawks when Sam nudges him disapprovingly, “listen, Tommy’s great, but I didn’t give his whole farm an invite.”

“Look how happy he is,” Sam protests, “focus on your fiancés and stop complaining about Tommy. Mushroom Henry is well behaved. Don’t be mean to the kid, Big Q.”

Grumbling, but softening at Tommy’s beaming smile, Quackity shuts up, and is immediately distracted by the sight of his fiancés walking down the aisle towards him, breath catching in his throat. They look radiant, both of them accompanied by Bad and by George respectively, while Dream sits in the front row, grinning proudly—

Except when Quackity looks closer, there’s blood running down his mask. And he’s backing away, he’s sobbing, the guests are disappearing and Sam’s proud hand on his back turns stoic and cold, and when Quackity blinks, he’s in the prison, not his wedding area, and The Warden’s mask shows no warmth or delight. Only discomfited approval of Quackity’s actions, heavy silence broken only by Dream’s ragged sobs.

“Good job, Quackity,” Sam says, and Quackity tears his eyes from Dream, lying prone across the lava, “see you tomorrow?”

Quackity checks the date. He’d been due to get married today.

“Yeah,” he says, at last, “yeah. Yeah, see you tomorrow, Sam.”

—

Sapnap had always wanted a summer wedding. Or fall, he hadn’t been picky. Having it on the day of the split between summer and fall had been Karl’s suggestion, fervently backed up by Quackity.

He hadn’t been able to picture how perfect it would be. Their wedding goes entirely according to plan, all their guests showing up on time, no accidents happening, no countries destroyed or traitors uncovered… Dream apologises to him two days before the wedding and they reconcile like they’d never been mad at each other, and his brother and George sit front row, grinning.

Quackity cries. Karl cries. Sapnap sucks it up—

“Okay, okay, I’m only crying a little,” Sapnap grumbles, wiping away tears from his eyes when Karl points them out, “it’s just— this has been a long time comin’, you know? It’s crazy that… I don’t know, that it’s actually happening.”

Quackity wraps his arms around him, pliant and comfortable and smiling. “Tell me about it,” he scoffs, “I didn’t think we were ever gonna make it here.”

“Course we were,” Karl says brightly, offering both his hands out playfully, “now c’mon. Married couple get the first dance, remember?”

Sapnap’s eyebrows raise as the summer sun slowly begins to set. “How are we all gonna dance?” He prods. “That’s not gonna work, Karl.”

…Karl Jacobs, being Karl Jacobs, makes it work. It’s stumbley and it’s awkward and Sapnap trips over his feet more times than he likes to admit, but they’re laughing, laughing and free and in love, and the wedding ends as the sun sinks behind the mushrooms of Kinoko Kingdom, guests bidding them cheerful goodbyes as they clamber up to their home.

Their home, Sapnap thinks, giddy, their home now, for the rest of their lives.

Quackity drags them down to the couch, sprawling over the two of them dramatically and closing his eyes. “Too tired to walk anymore,” he says, theatrically, stifling a yawn behind his hand, “we’re sleeping here.”

“The bed is like, two rooms away,” Sapnap says with a laugh, “you’re so lazy.”

Quackity opens one eye to shoot him an offended look. “I’m your lazy, baby.”

“…That doesn’t even make any sense.” He’s grinning, anyway, and turns to Karl with a snort. “Why did we marry a loser, Karl?”

“Marry a loser?” Karl asks, blankly. “Who got married?”

And Sapnap’s half awake brain catches up to reality, and his heart shatters anew. “Oh,” he says, lamely, sitting up in bed. The sun is rising, cold and lonely in the approaching-winter sky, and Sapnap feels his chest tug. “Oh, you’re back.”

Karl’s smile is empty and numb. “Didn’t leave, James,” he mumbles, falling into bed and wriggling his shoes off under the blankets, “was always right here.”

He’s asleep before Sapnap can reply, not that he’d been going to. Sapnap stares at his fiancé, one of his fiancés, and doesn’t think about his dream, or his second fiancé in Las Nevadas, the city that never sleeps.

Instead, he gets out of bed, and goes downstairs slowly to make breakfast for him and Karl. It’s a nice morning.

Karl never shows.

He’d like to have got married today.

—

Karl is in the snow.

It takes him a minute to remember his name — Karl, like it’s some far off fantasy he can’t quite put his finger on. A childish daydream. With a jolt, he realizes just how cold he is, the tips of his fingers an odd blue color he knows means staying out longer is foolish.

(Foolish. He knows that name, right? What is he forgetting?)

Names and faces blur together in his mind, dates jumbling along with events. A country blows up. A country does not blow up. He has a country. He does not have a country. Karl Jacobs has someone he loves. Karl Jacobs…

Fuck. His head throbs.

Instead of thinking, he focuses on his surroundings. He’s stumbled across an ice rink, the frost layering trees in white and snow softly skating across the scene. It’s undisturbed, except from him, a smudge of color in an otherwise white wonderland. Karl is struck by its beauty, stunned into silence, and, for a fleeting moment, a thought dashes across his mind—

This would be the perfect place, he thinks, unbidden, to get married. I’ve always wanted a winter wedding.

But it’s easy to shake off. He doesn’t know anyone that’s getting married. Certainly not him. What an odd thought.

With a shiver, Karl turns his back on the scene, and hurried away in search of home.

(He won’t remember it by tomorrow.)

#tw hurt no comfort #tw blood #tw dissociation #c!karlnapity #> c!karlnapity #> vegas disaster #> time boy #> fireman sap #tw torture #tw amnesia #tw emotional distress #> writing !! #> sparrow’s writing !! #> friends !! #> kiuda tag

[motherofdragonflies]

A Very Prompty Christmas Day 14: Tree Farm

Silence filled the car, thick and awkward.

Dean’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly he heard the leather squeak under his hands, and he forced himself to relax. Out of habit, Dean flicked his eyes up to the rear vision mirror and felt his heart leap and hope wash over him. Serious blue eyes stared back at him and for a second, just a second, Dean thought…

Then he blinked, and the hope was gone, leaving an aching chasm in his chest that had him gripping the steering wheel tightly again, letting the sharp pain ground him. He was in the Impala. Bobby was slouched in the passenger seat next to him, eyes fixed on the road ahead, while Sam, Eileen and Jack were squished together in the back.

Jack. Not Cas.

Door number thirteen on the calendar had opened that morning revealing a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. When Jack had tentatively asked if they could get a tree for the Bunker, Eileen had brought up a tree farm that she had found in Nelson, Nebraska and offered to take Jack to pick out a tree. Sam had immediately decided to go with him, and kicked Dean in the shins under the table far harder than he needed to until Dean reluctantly offered to drive them. 

When they’d passed Bobby on the way down to the garage, the grizzly old hunter had started reminiscing about taking his boy, Daniel, out into the woods to cut down their Christmas tree when Daniel had been younger, and Bobby had looked so lost for a second, so sad, that Dean had found himself asking the older man to join them.

So here they all were, on a road trip to find a Christmas tree, one big happy not-quite family.

Dean would never admit it, but he was glad that Bobby had agreed to come with them. Christmas trees hadn’t featured very heavily in Winchester Christmases of yore, and those trees they did have were scrawny, half-dead things that had been sitting in buckets along the front of a gas station. Dean wasn’t entirely sure he knew what a “good” Christmas tree looked like, or what to do with it when he found it. When Dean strode out into the woods with something sharp in his hand, he wasn’t going to cut down trees, and he was quite happy to let Bobby take the lead on this one.

He also (selfishly) was glad that Bobby had agreed to accompany them because Bobby liked Jack, and the feeling was mutual. Things between Dean and Jack were still strained. Dean had double (and triple) checked the Impala and had satisfied himself that no harm had been done with Jack transfigured her into a four-horse sleigh before finding the boy and stumbling his way through an apology. Jack had been cowed, expecting a verbal assault and no doubt believing he deserved it, and Dean had a horrible out-of-body experience, where he knew he was standing over Jack, who was seated on his bed in his room in the Bunker, but he was also sitting on a bed in a nondescript hotel in Bumfuck, Who-Knows-Where, head bowed as John Winchester gave him a tongue lashing that Dean knew, deep down, he didn’t deserve. 

He’d mumbled something about “respecting other people’s property”, and “don’t do it again” and had hurried from the room, the sins of his father chasing him down the hall, once again wishing that Cas was there because Cas would know what to say to Jack. 

Cas couldn’t be there, but Bobby was there, and Bobby and Jack had a great relationship. Dean shook his head to himself, somewhat ashamed that once again, a Winchester father was making Bobby Singer clean up his parenting mistakes. At least Dean knew he’d fucked up, he supposed. Baby steps.

The tree farm was beautiful. Dean drove down a long private road to a parking area in front of a large red barn. It was cliche but effective: the red of the large building was striking against the sea of white with rows and rows of green spruce, pine and fir trees dusted in snow. 

He followed behind the group as Bobby led the way through the barn to the farm. 

“Alright, boy,” Bobby said, clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “What kinda tree do you want?”

Jack turned to look at Dean questioningly, and then seemed to think better of it and looked over at Sam instead. Sam shook his head and shrugged, as out of his depth as Dean was, and Jack turned back to Bobby.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Well. I’ve always been partial to spruce trees, but pine trees’re easy to decorate so why don’t we start there,” Bobby said, pointing in the direction of the pine trees. Sam and Eileen followed behind, Eileen winding an arm around Sam’s and leaning into his side, leaving Dean to bring up the rear.

He hunched deeper into his coat, listening as Bobby explained to Jack all the relative merits of each tree that they passed, discussing where in the Bunker they were going to put it up (“Gotta make sure the size matches the room. This one’d look good in the library, while this one…see how small it is? It’d get lost in the library, but it’d stand out in the kitchen. See what I’m saying?”). Jack’s cheeks were chapped red from the cold wind but his face was lit up, even as he pretended to seriously consider each tree they passed.

As they walked, Dean looked around him, watching all the families wandering up and down the paths, children darting out from between the trees, and wondered what they thought when they looked over at Dean and the others. Did they see a family, out for the day? Grandfather and grandson, mother and father, with the weird uncle trailing awkwardly behind them? 

“This one!”

Dean dragged his attention back in time to see Jack standing next to a tall fir tree, a look of satisfaction on his face. Bobby grabbed one of the branches and examined the needles, bent down to examine the trunk of the tree (“gotta make sure there’re no critters livin’ in it ‘fore we cut it down”) and eventually pronounced that Jack had picked a good one before brandishing the saw and harvesting the tree, snapping at Dean, “those arms o’ yours painted on? Get over here and make yourself useful.”

Tree cut, Dean and Jack carefully dragged it back towards the barn at the top of the farm, where a cheerful young woman measured the tree before asking if they wanted the tree baled. When Dean immediately agreed (they did have to drive back to Kansas, after all: the whole trip would be worthless if they got back to the Bunker and all the needles had been stripped from the branches by the wind) the tree was shaken on what to Dean looked like the Christmas tree equivalent of the Magic Fingers, then run through a baler, coming out wrapped in pine. Sam, Dean and Bobby wrestled the wrapped tree out to the Impala, where Dean stared in horror as he realised that the tree was going to have to the strapped to Baby while Bobby calmly walked to the trunk and pulled out several blankets that he flung over the roof the Impala before ordering Sam and Dean to lift the tree on top. 

Paintwork protected and tree secured, the men returned to the barn to find Jack and Eileen, who were in serious discussion of Christmas decorations in the gift store. Catching Eileen’s eye, Sam made a few hesitant signs and then nodded when Eileen returned his signs with a flurry of her own. “Eileen says to give them a few more minutes. She suggested we get some hot chocolate for them while we wait,” Sam said, and all three of them grimaced.

Five cups of hot chocolate later, three with marshmallows and lashings of whipped cream and sprinkles, one with a nip of whiskey, the Winchester/Singer/Leahy/Kline party made their way back to the Impala. 

As the others hurried to get into the Impala and out of the cold air, Dean held Jack back. “Did you, uh, did you have a good time?” he asked.

Jack’s eyes searched Dean’s face for a moment, and then he smiled and gave a firm nod. “I did. Bobby knows a lot about Christmas trees. And Eileen said that she would help me decorate.” He hesitated for a moment. “Thank you. For driving us out here. I know you didn’t want to do that.”

The urge to deny, to argue and say ‘of course I wanted to,” rose immediately, but Dean quashed it. Jack would know that he was lying, and it would be far better to admit that than to get defensive. 

“I’m glad I did,” he said, surprised that he was being honest. “I just wish your dad could’ve been here too. I think he would’ve really liked it here.”

Jack looked back at the barn and the forest of trees and smiled. “I think he would have too,” he agreed.

“C’mon,” Dean said slinging an arm around Jack and hugging him tight. “Let’s get this tree home.” 

~

Come back tomorrow for Day 15: Decorations!

Day One: Advent Calendar

Day Two: Tinsel

Day Three: Ribbon

Day Four: Shopping

Day Five: Ugly Sweater

Day Six: Candy Canes

Day Seven: Christmas Spirit

Day Eight: Mistletoe

Day Nine: Gingerbread

Day Ten: Eggnog

Day Eleven: Naughty or Nice

Day Twelve: Snow

Day Thirteen: Sleigh Ride

#spnxmasprompts #destiel #destiel fan fic #deancas fan fic #fix it fic

[joe-moi]

JQ’s big sad brown baby cow eyes distract me from his big forehead…. Like I’m NOT looking at dat

His eyes are not real! Like I’ve seen him in person and I was staring at them like how are those even real

#anonymous asks #Jq #🛼answers

[pokemon-ash-aus]

So for the Mimikyu au, how does Pikachu figured out that his new child is in fact the reincarnation of his deceased partner?

"Pikachu!"

The first time Mimikyu speaks is after Piakchu had let him alter his own cloth, a crude form of Pikachu in place of just a raggedy piece of fabric.

The voice of the baby sounds so much like Ash, and Pikachu absolutely freezes.

He turns to the grave, ears alert and ignores his baby for a second.

Nothing has changed except for the wear and tear of stone

"Pikachu!" He turns to the source, eyes wide at Mimikyu whose clearly having fun with his newfound word. "Pikachu pikachu Pikachu!"

No-no no nonononono

"Th-that's good Mimikyu." Pikachu smiles forcefully, and Mimikyu throws such vibrant energy that he literally feels like Ash.

Things start to grow more noticeable, a little cry there. The blatant enthusiasm and the real disregard for his own life.

Pikachu was sure to brush out that little kink there.

Mimikyu is well over two months old when Pikachu realizes he never once checked Ash's gravestine. Glancing back at the grave sitting easily on the open field.

Mimikyu is by his side, blue eyes look at him with an almost sad look.

"Pikachu..." Please dont say it so sad - "Why do you look at that rock so much?"

Pikachu stares at the grave, blinking back burning unshed tears.

"My..-" friend trainer partner- "My best friend is under there. I wish you could have met him."

"What was his name?"

Pikachu feels the tears falling even as a smile breaks across his lips, a near choked sob breaking out of his throat.

"Satoshi, everyone called him Ash though." He wipes the tears off with the back of his paw. "I called him Pikapi."

Mimikyu stares at the grave a little longer, deflating lightly.

"Pikapi?" Pikachu starts when he hears the baby start to laugh. "It sounds familiar."

Pikachu snorts behind his paw, lightly rubbing the top of their head.

"Well i call you Pichupi, i dont doubt it sounds familiar."

And Mimikyu looks at him. Eyes crinkling in happiness.

"No i mean." He pauses and waves a ghostly claw around. "Like you used to call me that, it sounds like...Like i was there when you gave that name."

Pikachu blinks when Mimikyu stares a bit longer.

"You were a pretty big brat when you were younger no?" Mimikyu's eyes are wide, like something is ckicking. "I had to drag you around with a laundry line on our first day together."

Pikachu steps back slightly, eyes wide and ears piqued.

"W-what?"

Mimikyu laughs, broken and watery and such a harsh change from the happy look on his face moments before.

"The spearow, holy cow. We were running for so long...And then we met Misty and-"

He pauses, long enough to look at Pikachu, eyes glistening.

And with a start Pikachu realizes he stops seeing Mimikyu and starts to see Ash

But... Ash was gone.

Right?

This is how Pikachu finds out lol.

I wrote this back in 2019, but its basically the same :3

#Ask #Mimikyu au

[vampireshmampire]

The Wind Sighs Through the Pines (And the Pining Vampires Sigh)

pine (verb): suffer a mental and physical decline, especially because of a broken heart Guillermo wants to know what's wrong with Nandor, Nadja wants Nandor to stop acting like an idiot, Laszlo has an idea but everyone is too mad to listen to him, Colin Robinson is still a baby, and Nandor... *sigh*

[my contribution for @wwditsevents WWDITS exchange! written for @marypoppinstm

“I’m going to lose it,” Guillermo said, thumping down in an armchair next to the couch Nadja was sprawled across. “Why does he keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Nadja did not ask who ‘he’ is, because she didn’t have to.

“Those big sad puppy eyes! Every time he thinks I can’t see him, he stares at me like I just kicked him!”

“Did you ask him?”

“Yes! Every time I ask him if he needs anything, he just gives me a chore to do and runs off!”

“Y’know,” Laszlo said from the corner, “I think–”

“Shut up, Laszlo!” Nadja and Guillermo snapped in unison.

“Right-o.”

“Obviously he’s upset about the whole ‘being abandoned’ thing–”

“But we told him that was Laszlo’s fault!” Nadja protested. “How is he mad at you?”

“I don’t know if he’s mad. He’s not glaring. He’s just…staring. And sometimes he sighs.”

Nadja looked at him sharply.

“Sighs how?”

“The…normal way?”

Nadja rolled her eyes.

“What does it sound like, shit-for-brains? Like–” She let out an exaggerated, angry huff. “Or more–” She slumped her shoulders and let out a soft, sad sigh.

Guillermo considered.

“More like the second one,” he decided. Nadja narrowed her eyes.

“Hmm. I will need to see this for myself,” she said, decisively.

“If I could make a suggestion–”

“NO.”

“Fair enough.”

-

Nandor leaned against the window and stared out at the backyard, where Guillermo was raking leaves. Normally Guillermo did the outdoor chores during the day, but Nandor didn’t mind. With Guillermo outside and the lights off inside, Nandor was hard to see, and could stare all he wanted without risking being caught.

‘Oh, Guillermo,’ Nandor thought, his heart aching in his chest like an open wound. He’d never been good with words, but lately he’d been considering trying his hand at poetry. These thoughts were driving him insane, hounding him day and night. Maybe they would stop flying around his head if he pinned them to the page.

But did he have the words? Maybe once, in Al Quolindarian. (Doubtful. He’d been a warrior, not a poet.)

Were there words in English for the curl of hair on Guillermo’s forehead, for the steady and reassuring presence he radiated like body heat whenever he was near, for the wrinkle of concentration that appeared between his eyebrows? Oh, to have that intensity turned on him, the way it had been in his room all those months ago.

At the time, it had happened so quickly, he’d barely had time to think, but since then he had gotten very good at slowing it down in his head, reliving moment by moment. Guillermo’s breath hot against his cheek, the strength in Guillermo’s arms as he held Nandor fast–would Guillermo hold him like that again? Not as an enemy, but with tenderness? Look at him with brown eyes full of fire–but a blaze of passion in place of rage?

Nandor sighed.

“What are you doing?”

The light flicked on, and Nandor threw himself to the floor as Guillermo looked up at the sudden wash of light.

“Nothing!” Nandor hissed at Nadja. “Go away!”

“You are not doing nothing. You are standing here in the dark, staring at Guillermo.” Her nose wrinkled. “And sighing.”

“If you knew, why did you ask?” Nandor demanded.

“Why are you standing in the dark staring at Guillermo and sighing?” Nadja demanded back.

“None of your business.”

“I am making it my business.”

Nandor said nothing. He debated if it was more debasing to crawl out from under the window or to stay on the floor.

He opted to stay down for now.

“Bad enough you go around making cow eyes at your body-guard; could you at least not be so bloody obvious about it? He is starting to notice!”

“He won’t notice,” Nandor said gloomily. “He never notices me.”

Nadja rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful.

“Why are you being such a baby about this? Just go fuck him already!”

“Nadja!” Nandor said admonishingly. “It is not that simple!”

He wished it was something as easy as mere lust.

“I think I am dying, Nadja. Every day I am weaker than before. My mind is, is…” He struggled for a moment then said “See? Nothing!”

“You are not dying, you are just sad and horny for your bodyguard.”

“It is worse than that,” Nandor said, miserably. He looked away, not wanting to see her reaction. “I am in love.”

Silence.

More silence.

The light turned off. The door closed. Nadja’s footsteps faded away.

Nandor stayed on the floor, and sighed.

-

“So did you talk to him?”

“Yes.”

Guillermo did not like how flat and stiff Nadja sounded. Could Nandor actually be mad at him?

“So?” he said, when she didn’t go on.

“He’s not mad.”

“So why is he doing it?”

Nadja wouldn’t even look him in the eye.

“I can’t tell you.”

“What do you mean you can’t tell me?”

“I mean I can’t tell you! What else would I fucking mean?”

“Why?”

“Because!”

“Oh well, in that case–” Guillermo started, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

“Don’t you get all snippity with me!” Nadja said. “Why don’t you go ask him?”

“I did! He won’t tell me either!”

“It’s probably because he’s in love with you,” Laszlo said, voice slightly muffled by the safety pin he was holding in his teeth while he struggled to get the baby into a clean diaper.

“No one asked you,” Guillermo snapped. “This whole thing is your fault, anyway, so unless you want me to un-table the ‘killing you for locking me in a coffin’ thing, you stay out of–I’m sorry, what was that?” Guillermo asked as his brain caught up with his ears.

“I said,” Laszlo paused to take the safety pin out of his mouth. “He’s probably staring and sighing because he’s in love with you.”

Guillermo opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it.

“Sorry, what? Why would–did he say…?”

“Doesn’t have to. I’ve seen him do it, and it’s the same way I feel whenever I look at my lady wife.”

Nadja melted, then caught herself.

“Ex-lady wife,” she snapped.

“Not yet.”

“Nearly! As soon as I finish the paperwork. Which I will!”

“As you say,” Laszlo said, mildly. Neither of them noticed Guillermo stumbling out of the room, or that the human looked as if he’d been hit over the head with a crowbar.

He’s probably in love with you. In love with me? Nandor? No way. Laszlo’s just projecting. Not that I think Laszlo’s in love with me, I just think it’s absolutely impossible that Nandor is, is, is–

Guillermo turned a corner and nearly smacked into Nandor coming the other way.

“Guillermo, watch where you are going!”

“Sorry, I was…I was um…” Guillermo trailed off, staring numbly up at Nandor. At that face, the features so proud, but he’d seen softness there, passion and grief and kindness–

“Are you in love with me?”

There. He’d said it. Out loud. To Nandor’s face, which was now a mask of–fear?

“Nope,” Nandor said, and ran out of the room. Literally ran.

“Okay,” Guillermo said to no one in particular. “Cool. Glad we cleared that up.”

-

“If there had been any other way, my love, I would have done it,” Laszlo said. His hands were twined with Nadja’s. She sniffled as she gazed solefully into his eyes.

“You broke my heart, Laszlo.”

“I broke my own heart.”

“Oh, Laszlo–”

The door burst open and Nandor flew in.

“You told him!” Nandor shouted. A thin wail rose from the crib. Laszlo dropped Nadja’s hands and stomped away, muttering “fucking hell”.

“I did not! Laszlo suggested it, nobody said you were for sure!”

Nandor’s head snapped around to fix a glare on Laszlo.

“You.”

Nadja grabbed Nandor’s chin and forced him to look back at her.

“What happened?”

“Guillermo asked me if I was in love with him!” It was almost a wail of despair. “And not in a happy way! He looked horrified!”

“What did you say?”

“I said no!”

“Why?”

“If you two are going to shout, go do it somewhere else,” Laszlo said, fruitlessly rocking the screaming baby Colin Robinson.

“Shut up, Laszlo!”

“Not in the goddamn nursery, I won’t,” Laszlo said. “Out.”

Five minutes later, Nandor and Nadja were huddled behind a tree, peering out at Guillermo, who was busy digging a grave in the backyard.

“I’m not doing it,” Nandor whispered.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I am not, because I know he is not in love with me.”

“Just because he doesn’t sit around sighing all day doesn’t mean he is not in love!”

“He is my bodyguard, Nadja,” Nandor reminded her, condescendingly. “I know him better than you. If Guillermo loved me, I would know it.”

“You would not know if Guillermo turned into a frog every other Tuesday,” Nadja said, scornfully.

“...does Guillermo turn into–” He stopped mid-sentence at the look of contempt Nadja gave him. “He doesn’t even do any in-love things.”

“He doesn’t do your in-love things.” She sighed. “Fine.”

They both straightened up.

“A-hem!” Nadja shouted, and shoved Nandor out from behind the tree just as Guillermo turned around. Nandor glared furiously at her, then panicked, realizing Guillermo was staring at him.

“Ah…hello, Guillermo.” Nandor glanced at Nadja, who made a shooing motion. Nandor hesitantly began to cross the lawn. “I would speak to you about something very important, please.”

Nadja smiled. She glanced up. Laszlo was standing in the nursery window, gazing down at her with much the same look Nandor had been giving Guillermo. It made her heart squeeze in her chest, cold and dead though it was. Leaving Nandor to his fate, she headed back into the house. She would head up to the nursery in a moment, but first she had some divorce papers to burn.

-

“What are you doing?”

Nandor was standing by the window again, staring down at Guillermo. The lights in the room were on, at least.

“I am watching Guillermo,” Nandor said. “He is very strong, did you ever notice?”

Nadja joined Nandor at the window. Guillermo was hauling a tarp-wrapped corpse across the lawn towards the fresh grave. It was a warm night, and Guillermo had ditched his ubiquitous sweaters and rolled up his sleeves. The muscles in his forearms stood out, the veins and tendons pressing against the thin skin of his inner wrist. Nandor bit his lower lip.

Guillermo dumped the body into the grave and wiped his forehead. He glanced up at the window and grinned, waving. Nandor waved back, twiddling his fingers.

“Isn’t he wonderful, Nadja?” Nandor said, dreamily.

And sighed.

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Chapter 4

-

Steve popped at 19 weeks.

He went from looking a little chubby to looking fully pregnant.

They had yet to tell anyone about the pup, but he couldn’t hide it anymore. Not when his belly entered every room hours before he did.

Billy would not stop touching Steve’s belly. Not that he ever had since they had found out, but now that Steve looked pregnant, Billy would gently rest his head on the bump, would press kisses to the little bulge on his lower abdomen, would talk to the little pup, sing to it.

It made Steve melt every damn time.

Billy was standing behind Steve, his head resting on his shoulder as they both looked in the mirror. His arms were wrapped around Steve’s waist, both hands splayed out on his stomach as Steve did his hair, staring intently in the mirror.

Steve’s hands were unsteady.

His parents were finally home, no doubt sitting as stiff as possible in the sitting room, watching the news and not speaking to one another, or their only child.

Steve was going to tell them the news today. He had done an okay job avoiding them the day or two they’d been home, but it was time. He couldn’t just walk around with a large stack of books in front of him like an actress trying to hide her pregnancy on t.v.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll work it out,” Billy said, placing a kiss on Steve’s neck.

Steve sighed, dropping his hands.

“There’s no way they take it well, Bill. My dad’s always had, always had a fucking issue with me being, what I am.” Billy turned him around by his hips, Steve’s rounded tummy pressed between them.

“We’re gonna get through it. We got each other, and we got this little mango. It’ll suck, but we’ll find a way to make it work.”

Steve smiled at him, one that didn’t quite meet his eyes, running his fingers through Billy’s hair.

“Should we face it? Get this garbage over with?”

Billy leaned up to plant a firm kiss on his forehead.

“I love you.”

Steve kept his arms crossed low as they joined his parents in the sitting room.

His mother was nursing a glass of deep red wine, reading a book with her lips pursed.

His father was pursuing some paperwork. He never really stopped working.

Steve figured it was to save him from actually engaging with his family.

The television was droning quietly in the background. Some story about a corner store getting robbed in Cincinnati.

“Um, Mom? Dad?” His father just hummed, his mother not acknowledging Steve whatsoever.

Billy was working overtime to keep himself in check. Not get angry. But it was hard with the way Steve’s parents were just ignoring him.

“I have something important to say.”

“Doubt that.”

Steve went rigid at his father’s cold voice.

Billy took a deep breath, squeezing Steve’s knee twice.

“It is important. It’s, it’s life-changing, really.” Steve’s voice cracked and his father finally looked up, glaring at Billy for a moment.

“Then please, Steven. Go ahead .” Steve cowed under his father’s gaze. Billy licked over his lips, preparing himself to have to break the news.

“I’m pregnant.”

It was silent.

Mrs. Harrington closed her book, setting it down softly on the side table, taking a long sip of wine.

“Beg pardon?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Mr. Harrington shifted, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his slacks and opening it up, rifling through the thick wad of cash neatly lined up in the designated pocket.

“How much do you need?”

“I don’t, what ?”

Mr. Harrington sighed loudly at Steve’s lack of understanding.

Billy is pretty sure he knows where this is going, and he’s more than sure Steve isn’t gonna like it.

“For an abortion, Steven.”

It was like cold water was dripping down Steve’s spine.

“I don’t, that’s not what I want.”

“You don’t have a choice. You want to be a goddamn omega whore, you either flush this thing or get out of my house.”

The harsh words lit a fire in Steve’s gut and made him spring to his feet.

“I’m not getting rid of it!”

Steve’s father stood, nearly kicking over the coffee table in his haste to get in front of Steve, meeting him eye-to-eye.

“You are an embarrassment! Getting pregnant in high school. Letting this dirty, this white trash disgusting alpha knock you up!”

Billy didn’t even register getting on his feet, only realized what he was doing as he began pulling Steve behind him.

“You don’t fucking speak to him that way.” Billy’s voice was gravelly, low in his throat as he eyed Mr. Harrington.

“I speak to that little slut however I want. You don’t come into my house and disrespect me .” He lashed out, taking Steve’s upper arm and yanking him forward.

And he slapped Steve across the face.

Billy didn’t even think.

He took Mr. Harrington by the front of his stupid fucking suit jacket, pushing him back a few paces.

“Don’t ever lay a hand on him! He is mine .”

Steve’s eyes were wide.

He had never heard Billy use his alpha chords before, drop down into complete alpha domination. Billy said he didn’t like to, that his dad used his chords enough for the both of them.

But here Billy was, bristling in his father’s face.

“Billy!” Billy snarled, shoving Steve’s dad down back into his chair. “He’s not worth it.” Steve’s eyes were wet when he looked back at him.

He crossed the room, pulling Steve into his side.

“You have that bastard pup, don’t you dare give it my good name.” Mr. Harrington adjusted his jacket, now rumpled in the front from Billy fisting the fabric. “You have one hour to get out of my house.”

Steve glared at his father, grinding his jaw.

But when he looked at his mother, it was with nothing but heartbreaking sadness.

She had watched everything go down, and simply drained her wine. She didn’t say anything.

And Steve thinks that hurt more than the stinging cheek.

It was quiet in his room as Billy helped him pack up.

Steve’s bag was small. He didn’t have much in the way of maternity clothes. Just packed the essentials, the things he cared about.

Billy called Joyce from the landline in Steve’s bedroom, arranging to stay in her home for a few nights until they could figure shit out.

She had offered her home to them before, many times, actually. Just fuckin’ sucked they actually had to take her up on the offer.

Billy led him out of the house with one hand on the small of his back.

They were almost out the door when there was a soft voice behind them.

“Steven,” her voice trailed off as Steve turned to address his mother. She was standing in the entryway, her eyes big and so very sad. It was remarkable. How much she looked like Steve. Billy had never really noticed it until now.

But she floundered, and didn’t have anything to say.

Steve nodded once, and left.

-

“I’m gonna drop you off at the Byers and then head to my place.”

Steve was holding Billy’s hand in his lap, the other hand resting on his bump.

“Wait, but, I want to be with you.”

“Steve, I don’t want you in there for that.” Billy took a deep breath. “It’s gonna get ugly. I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire.”

“But, I can help you.”

“Baby, he’ll go for you. He’ll go for you, and he’ll hurt you. I’m not risking you, and I’m not risking the mango just for him .”

Steve squirmed in his seat.

“I just don’t like you doing this alone. What if he, like really hurts you, and I can’t get to you?”

“I’m just gonna grab my shit, have my car packed and ready, and then break the news, and get the fuck out. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Joyce was waiting on the porch for them when Billy pulled up.

Steve turned to kiss Billy long and hard before he got out of the car, taking his bag with him as he went.

He sat on the squashy sofa in the Byers’ living room the whole time, his foot shaking uncontrollably as he waited, his stomach tying itself into knots, horrific scenarios of what Billy must be dealing with flashing through his brain.

He tried to stay calm. Tried to sit still and think about positive shit as he waited.

Waited for the Camaro to roar down the front drive.

Waited for Hopper to call and say that something far uglier than anticipated had happened at the old house.

But Billy came back less than an hour later, all of his belongings stored messily in his backseat, the red mark around his eye already turning dark blue. Swelling as though before Steve’s very eyes.

Steve was so relieved to see him, tugging Billy onto the lumpy little sofa with him, brushing his fingers softly through Billy’s hair, peppering his face with featherlight kisses.

Billy didn’t say anything for the rest of the evening. He just held Steve for a while.

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