#just like that vine of the possessed guy who's like

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt. Fae!Danny x Jason. Dead on main. Death of a Fairy Tale. or

"Oh no! This tricky hooman stole my heart! What should I do?" *becomes a leader of his court and, just in case, overthrows the tyrant Pariah Dark in order to allow marriages with representatives of other races and live happily ever after with Jay*.

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 “You're not allowed to be here. This is not your territory.”

Jason barely had time to catch his breath after escaping from the hot dog vendor when someone noticed him hiding in the bushes.

There were no rides for children or food vans in this park, so Todd didn't understand why anyone would cling to this territory but the guy looked at him with obvious concern. And well, after the morning's adventures, Jay didn't have any energy for another conflict at all. This kid looked pale and thin, so it didn't look like fighting with him would get him anything.

“Calm down, I'm just passing by. What's your problem, dude?”

“I live somewhere ne...here.”

Jason rolled his eyes. It's clear that the guy lived nearby, but it's unlikely that he had a house. The lack of a T-shirt and shoes hinted that in front of him was also a street rat who most likely had not yet learned how to defend his belongings. Poor guy. But this is definitely not Jason's business.

However, did he really spend the night outside in the open air? Sleeping on the bench was a last choice even for Jason. This might be acceptable options in some quiet provincial town, not in Gotham.

“I mean, what are you doing outside?”

Young Phantom checks his glamour, but finds no flaws in it. This man in front of him must be very knowledgeable and experienced, despite his young age, since he immediately recognized him as not a human being. For Danny, who lived with other fairies in Fairyland all his childhood and came to this dimension for the first time, the outside always meant the world of human. Fae shocked and upset that he was discovered so quickly. Haven't people almost forgotten about their existence? The elders would swear a lot if they found out that he had failed. The boy carefully orders the vine and clover to cover the circle of mushrooms, hiding the front door from the human. He was the only one of the entire brood entrusted by Undergrowth to start a practice in a city where there are almost no plants and sunlight, and faeling did not want to let down the mentor who took him under his wing at all.

The old Fairies claim that people are mean and narrow-minded, but Danny himself is intrigued by these creatures and therefore hopes that he will be able to come to an agreement with the boy and to continue his research without obstacles. Danny intends to take the exam for the right to be called an adult fae this decade, which means he has no right to make mistakes. But still, forcing a guy to dance until he drops dead from exhaustion or make him wander along the paths of this small green area without being able to find a way out, as he was taught to get rid of pests at home, seemed too cruel. This boy, just like him, is still a cub and he is here by accident, not to encroach on their possessions. They need not quarrel.

“Don't banish me. I'm just trying to learn.”

“To do what?”

“To steal.” Danny blushes, realizing that such honesty was unnecessary. Stupid, stupid...People know that faeries can take their names, thereby gaining power over them. Now this cub will definitely decide that he has come to cause harm and he will not be able to learn anything useful and interesting. Phantom quickly makes excuses. “Nothing important! I only borrowed trinkets and fruits.”

“You're new to this, aren't you?”

“Is it that noticeable?”

“Pretty noticeable, yes.”

The boy looked at him almost pityingly. And the Phantom didn't like it.

That's how the spirits and other fairies used to look at him when they found out he was only halfa. Because of this fact, his abilities were belittled and not taken seriously too often. What's wrong with that? He's dead just like everyone else, even if not completely.

And now he's screwed up, not even because of his nature, but because of his sluggishness. It was especially unpleasant, as it was deserved. He should have spent his time more productively, but the flowers bred with the help of humans were so interesting and talked about their longing for the sun with such sadness that fae did not dare to interrupt them.

Jason finished both of the stolen hot dogs and leaved the park. The guy still follow him and stares intently, almost without blinking.

“Stop it. What do you want?”

“I study. You seem experienced. “

“People don't really like being stared at like this, in case you didn't know. Back off.”

“Really?”

Jason was ready to be outraged that the kid thought he was an idiot but the tramp from the park looked really puzzled. It seems that if he ever had parents, they didn't care about the boy, since they didn't explain to him that atypical behavior could add him problems. The boy is lucky that Jay is an asshole only when absolutely necessary.

“You're weird. Try to keep your mouth shut near others.”

“Okay.”

Jason took a few minutes to think and sighed. Todd could not leave this strange child alone, because damn conscience would not allow it. He can't survive alone. He will either wander after some other person and become a victim of trafficking or he will be at the beck and call of some assholes in the late afternoon. Jason cursed his bleeding heart once more and promised himself that he would keep the boy by his side no longer than necessary. Jay couldn't afford to be responsible for another mouth to feed. Summer has already come to an end and it was worth starting to save a little money and store things in case of early cold weather.

“If I teach you some of my skills will you promise to stay away from the places where I…work?”

“Maybe. Is this a deal?”

“Yes, if you'll agree, idiot. “

Danny nods and his new acquaintance continues.

“First of all, we'll get you shoes and some clothes. I don't need you to pick up tetanus and some viral crap.”

Danny smiles a little, trying not to make it too noticeable. Great trick.

He nodded to indicate understanding rather than agreeing, and the boy did not ask for verbal confirmation. It seems that he is not completely hopeless at deceiving people. Phantom couldn't wait to tell Clockwork or Frostbite about his success.

They wound through streets and rooftops for a long time until they reached other man's temporary shelter, and Danny had to admit that the man's decision to borrow more clothes was very clever. Strange sharp things and narrow bags of biological fluid were found between the houses disgustingly often. The elders are right about something? Danny must admit. Some people are nasty. They didn't even clean the settlement they live in properly.

A foul-smelling device for carrying things flew into the face of fae while he thoughtfully followed the boy telling him something about removing so-called tires from the iron inanimate horses.

“Dude, stop fighting with a trash bag. You'll stand guard while I give the customer the goods, okay?”

“Fine.” To be honest, the intern was ready to cry from the injustice of life and rush home, and he was only stopped by the desire to visit the observatory, which his new acquaintance mentioned when fae complained that because of the smoke and smog the stars would probably not be visible at night.

Danny realized that he did not regret his decision when, a couple of minutes later, he heard his human quarreling with adult specimen. Judging by the conversation, the man refused to pay the price for the things brought to him and even threatened to hit Phantom's guide. Danny was annoyed by this and decided to intervene a little. To his good fortune, on the balcony of this vile man there was a pot with withering petunias and they did not mind helping lil fae teach their owner manners. A slight whiff of magic and the pot falls on the deceiver's head and human begins to choke on the roots that climb right into his mouth. Danny giggles, congratulating his green comrades on their successful revenge. Other boy doesn't waste any time and grabs the bucks that fell out of the customer's hands and orders new boy to run.

Danny spent several days with human cub and really learned a lot about these creatures. Despite the fact that such a pastime was exciting, he needed to at least create the illusion of practice the fae skills.

It is dangerous to ask a person who knows who he is about this but teachers will be upset if he does not make an attempt. And despite the fact that the people around him seem scary, Nocturn will be much scarier in anger if he finds out that Phantom is such a loser.

“Ma- Can I have your name?” Danny muttered uncertainly and immediately panicked at his own impudence. “Sorry!”

“Jason.”

Todd was in a good mood, as luck had been with him for the last few days, and the new companion was not at all as useless as it seemed to him from the beginning. He was able to hide so well that no one could detect them, and managed to bring fresh fruits, vegetables and mushrooms to their safe house. However, there were problems with the last one, since this strange dude sometimes brought toadstools and satan's boletes to their apartment, which he managed to get from unknown places. Jason thought he was going to have a heart attack the first time he caught child happily eating raw fly agaric. Indeed, if Jay hadn't found him this boy would probably have died of poisoning in that park by now. Todd had to persuade him to bring only chanterelles, which he could confidently identify as edible and not fear for their lives every time the boy tries to help find food. And his padawan really managed to find them. In Gotham. Holy shit. Maybe this park, so fiercely guarded by the boy, was another secret area for Poison Ivy's experiments? However, poisonous specimens will not be wasted either, since you never know when you will need to defend yourself without entering into a fight, but acting more subtly.

“Real name! Real one!” The boy's eyes were as big as saucers and he became very worried and waved his hands as if trying to shake off invisible sticky threads from his fingertips. “You shouldn't say your actual name! Why did you do that? You shouldn't have given it to me.”

“There are a lot of Jason's around. Why do you care about that?”

“You're not just some Jason, you're my Jason, you're important to me. It's dangerous if someone has your name. Then that someone can make you do bad things.”

Tears began pouring down boy's face and Jason was surprised by such a violent reaction. Todd doesn't think there's anything to worry about, since he didn't tell the stranger his last name. He often introduces himself in different ways. Just, for some reason, something made him be honest this time. But how would this guy know that?

“Well…You're not just anyone. We're friends. I don't think you're going to rat on me to the cops or anything. So it's okay. “ Jay tries to calm the newcomer down.

“Friends?”

“Yes. Friends forever?” Jason teasingly holds out his little finger, offering a childish oath that he recently taught his padawan.

“Forever.” The boy supports the oath, and then, after thinking for a second, leans closer to Todd and whispers. "I'm Danny, just so you know."

“Good. I'll remember.”

The young fae is overcome with euphoria. He took the name! He did it! But that was all the other boy had, apart from a rusty tire iron, so it probably wasn't right or friendly to keep it. The human cub helped him. Danny couldn't keep such a gift. He didn't even really try to get his name. “Jason is your name.”

“That's right, buddy.”

“I won't call you that name.” Where I come from, even spouses rarely know each other's names. Danny wanted to assure his friend that he should not be afraid that he would abuse his power. “ I like you so I will take full responsibility for the possession of such a gift, don't worry.”

“Hah, in order to take responsibility, you already need to at least marry me as a moral compensation, given the number of brain cells killed by your antics. “

“Well, if I have to, then I will. When we're older.”

Jason snorts and shakes his head. It's probably not love, since they're just kids, but still, Jason thinks that if all autumn evenings were like this, he wouldn't mind spending his life with Danny, snuggling closer to the boy while they both bask under the same blanket. No matter how many times a day they managed to roll in the mud and fall into the trash can, the boy always gave off a light scent reminiscent of spring greens, which reminded Todd of something warm and cozy. Maybe a home? Although when his father was not in prison yet, his house smelled more like the stench of cigarette smoke and mold.  So Danny was more like a hope for a good home that they write about in books.

On their free evenings Jason usually entertained them by reading. Danny has always been an attentive listener, reacting vividly. After stroking the battered cover of a new book he found, Jason puts it aside. He's too tired today, and  just wants to listen.

Noticing this, Danny begins to chirp about his homeland. His stories are like fairy tales, too bright and colorful for the stone Jungle. Jay realized a long time ago that his friend had something like a defense mechanism. Todd himself snapped and fought when the world was too cruel, this guy escaped to his fictional world, where he was safer and happier. His friend could have been a great writer someday. The descriptions of Princess Dorathea and her cruel brother, pharaoh with an unusual passion for technology and ultra-recyclo vegetarian queen of plants were so detailed and vivid that they seemed true. Danny's imagination contained the whole world.

When the first snowflakes fall to the ground, Danny says that this means that his friend Frostbite will soon come to pick him up. Jason is honestly not ready for such a turn of events. He promised himself that he would not be around another boy for longer than necessary, but he managed to get attached. He hopes that this statement is just another one of his companion's fantasies and forgets about it for a while.

A snowstorm is raging in the city when Danny does not return home. The snowfall does not stop for several days, and Todd realizes that his friend left him, although all his belongings are left in their apartment. He hopes that someone really came for the boy, and not that in the spring his body will be found in one of the melting snowdrifts.  After a few months, when the canned homemade vegetables carefully cooked by Danny are coming to an end, and the mold, sitting alone  in a corner of the ceiling all winter, felt the first the warm rays of the sun, Todd decides not to waste energy on useless worries and hopes.

Soon, as Danny would put it, Batman steals Jason. Todd doesn't really trust the old man at first, but he teaches him to be Robin, and, well, Robin is cool. He's magic. Robin is an urban legend, a spirit worthy of being the hero of Danny's favorite stories. Robin is Jason's connection not only to the city itself, but also to his past. Robin does not need to think about whether he should grieve not only for his mother but also for his friend. Robin is more. There is not only strength and hope in this uniform, but also memories, nostalgia and  humanness. Therefore, Todd is not ready to give up the suit, even if he understands Grayson's displeasure. Because when he goes out on a patrol, the longing becomes less, and he feels that he is getting better and closer to something important. It helps.

No.

It helped.

And then he died.

And things are getting worse by the day, hah.

~~~A few hits with a crowbar later~~~

Jason learns about a new attempt of eco-terrorism relatively late, when he is officially called to help. Even so he stays at the place of the fight before the rest of the family. Firstly, because this time Ivy decided to start destruction from the closest to Crime Alley park, and secondly because Ivy's creations always pay little attention to him. Even the famous pollen has almost no effect on Hood.

Making his way through the furiously writhing vines, Red Hood notices the enemy and realizes that it is not Ivy, but decides that he will analyze the situation during the battle and rushes forward.

“Hey! Don't touch B, you.. “Almost flying into a guy with such a familiar face, the Hood slows down sharply “... pointy-eared.”

A guy with sparkling green energy in his hand and a vigilante with a pistols in each hand freeze looking at each other.

“Man, is it you?”

Snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, transparent dragonfly-like wings and razor-sharp claws are completely unfamiliar to Todd, but facial features, expressions and a bracelet with star pendants that Jay gave Danny for his birthday, adorning one of the impressive polished horns, allow to recognize him.

“Jay! It's been a long time, my friend.” Hearing Todd's voice, despite the sound changed by the helmet, the creature calms down. “You've grown up a lot.”

“And you're still so short. Wow. And, by the way, I can't believe you're still keep it.” Red puts the safety of the guns and then points one of them at the jewellery. “It's from a dollar store, nothing special.”

John says goodbye to the hope of a day off after the mission, cursing the manners of the bat and his offspring. Is a couple of days without the risk of interdimensional conflict really that too much to ask for?

“You gave it to me. That's why it's special.”

The creature smiles and Todd feels his face blushing. It's a good thing he's still wearing his helmet. Danny looks too…magical…in every sense.

“Do you know him, Hood?” Of course, Bat cannot stay out of the conversation when nothing is holds him back.

“No.”

“Yes.”  Danny denies the statement of Hood, proudly puffs out his chest and declares. “He was my first. He calls himself Hood these days? How strange.”

Bat gasps and exhales indignantly.

Jason quickly connects the fact that his friend is definitely not human with the possibility that Danny's stories were true.

“Name!” Trying to fix the chaos that his friend is trying to involve them in, Red Hood hurries to explain. “He's talking about damn name. I'm the first one who gave...”

“Oh, come on, spoilsport. He almost believed me.” The fairy winks playfully and Jason has to do his best to focus on the mission and not on the guy. “You're my betrothed anyway. And, hey, I collected the library as a wedding gift.”

“Hm.” Hood rolls his eyes. This joke about their childhood promise would have been hilarious if he hadn't felt the old man's rising pressure behind his back. So, returning to the problem, he still needs to get these two away from each other as soon as possible. Neither Danny nor Bruce has a calm personality, and Jason didn't want to start Danny's acquaintance with Alfred by giving first aid to these dummies. “So what's all the fuss about? Are you like um.. Ivy's pet-pixie or what?”

Now John Constantine, who carefully watched the meeting from the sidelines, almost feels his blood pressure rising too. Compare faeries with garden pests. What was Batman's son thinking about, showing such disrespect? He wanted them to have more problems or what?

“Hm? Who is Ivy? I've never heard of her. To be honest, I'm only here because our gate was disturbed.” The fairy chirped angrily and, with a nervous flutter of his wings, flew up to the bushes. His finger pointed accusingly at the crushed mushrooms that John and Batsy had landed on when they unsuccessfully attacked Dr. Isley. “But even though your companions' behavior is inexcusable, I don't blame you, of course. I am glad that we met again because of this incident, Tagetes.”

The Faerie circle...John hadn't seen this in years. Damn Gotham. He difenetly doesn't want the problems of this crazy city to fall under his and Shazam's responsibility. Now it is clear why Rogue disappeared so quickly. She probably knew about it and wanted to make them someone else's problem. Damn it twice, John should have sent a message instead of coming to Gotham to discuss business with Wayne. Being uninvited guests of such mischievous and malicious hosts does not bode well.

“You are lucky that the Fright Knight is not on duty today. But someone will have to answer for it. Is it really so hard to look at your feet? Or is this a deliberate provocation? I demand an apology.”

“No, enough games for you. They're a little busy chasing someone, in case you didn't notice.” Jason starts pulling on his friend's hand, intending to take him out of the park. Next to these paranoids, it's better not to ask an old friend about anything. “Only good little fairies are invited to my safe house to taste my signature lasagna today, so stop trying to give my old man a heart attack, okay?”

“Wait. Is this Willis?” The fairy's eyes narrow and he looks at the cloaked dark figure with disapproval.

"No, another jerk. B has a problem with adoptions and that's the reason I'm now part of his brood." Jason reluctantly explains. "He literally dragged me off the streets without consent after I tried to take the tires off his car."

“Oh my Ancients, he did what?! But you're mine! He had no right to steal you.” Danny indignantly rustled the leaves of the closest trees.

“I prefer to be considered as my own man, thank you very much.”

“Riiight…but still, speaking absolutely one hundred percent theoretically, who would you rather stay with, darling? If only you were mine~”

“Ja-..Don't let yourself be fooled, Red Hood. You can't trust him. Ten or even fifty years spent on a prank don't mean anything to this creature.” Bruce doesn't look happy with how at ease Todd is with the threat, but frankly, he rarely looks happy at all, so the crime lord doesn't attach too much importance to it.

"Wow. Rude. This is partially true, but it still hurts. Jason is a friend. I won't do anything to him and I don't demand anything from him. I can't say that about the rest of you. I was preparing for a long-awaited vacation, and because of your fuss I have a new bunch of paperwork to do. What can you say in your defense?"

The boy with the snow-white hair didn't look really upset, but just because there was still a smile on his face, it couldn't be said that he wasn't furious. Next to fairies, all human senses became enemies, not allies.

Despite the deceptive good-naturedness of merrily fluttering his wings guy, John was on high alert. Short-tempered, playful and obnoxious temperament were both a blessing and a curse when working with these creatures. Fairies skillfully searched for loopholes in contracts and in general were the best deceivers among those who could only tell the truth. Faeries prefer to bend victims to their will with words, but they are skilled users of the magic of nature and chaos. They also, despite the business acumen as strong as the alligator's mouth closing strength, were willing to play cat-and-mouse with those who dared to turn to him for help or just walk near their possessions. And this specimen was also clearly not one of the fairies that Morningstar had taken over control, since his energy reeked of Infinite Realms. Unknown territory. John urgently needs to come up with some ingenious plan to get everyone out of this fighting safe and relatively unscathed and…

“Fuck off, B. I told you he already has my name. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it at any time. You should show more respect for your future son-in-law, you know.”

“Jason, honey, since when do street rats hang out with bats?” Danny obviously didn't have much sympathy for the Gotham vigilante before, but because of his story, their chances of getting along tended to zero.

“Oh, come on, don't even start this conversation. What is more important…Who would I rather stay with? Hm…Let's say, um, theoretically, of course…If your fiance was killed by one very very bad cruel clown, what would you do, Stardust?

"I would tear clown molecule by molecule."

“Yes, yes! Right!” Jason pats Danny on the shoulder and turns to Batman. “See, that's how you should have reacted.”

Constantine: …What an Addams family. I'm leaving. I've already seen enough. If you get kidnapped, don't call me. Damn freaks.

Come with me now to see my world

Where there's beauty beyond your dreams

Strangers Like Me - Phil Collins

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His Goddess - 2

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, minimum Obsessed Adam, mention of willing to kill angels and sinners, Adam trying to fight a literal GOD, slight mention of sized and mommy kink, a weird ass dead Angel willing to do anything for you that goes by the name of fucking ADAM!

-Like any normal day you were awake doing business whether it was watching over the mortal world, heaven, or hell

-Just then you had to get called into a meeting making you even more annoyed while you were trying to maintain all three places which were all chaotic.. Lute was a mess after Adam’s death with Sera and Emily trying to cheer her up or something, hell was hell, and Earth was just a mix of heaven and hell that was 10x worse than both

-And to your no amusement only to find out that the meeting had lasted for three hours!

-Not only did you miss out on normal day activities you do but Adam was also panicked on where you were at

-He had woken up and went to the normal spot to find you NOT there so he thought you were in your library or something? Nope! Garden? Not there either! He had looked everywhere only to find no one, not his goddess in sight

-Adam knew he shouldn’t worry since you were not only a HOT GODDESS but one that is more powerful than the other four

-Including your hot and sexiness

- *s i g h s in d i s a p p o i n t m e n t*

-Image him calling you tall milf or Mommy cause how you always towered over him.. yeah weird motherfucker but we still love him

-You see how cocky he is about himself just wait until he tells you all the cool stuff that he had done for you to fall more in love with him but fails miserably, you already saw everything he had done from the start of time itself

-Size kink, you can’t tell me otherwise! Whether it’s you or him that’s taller! He’ll still have a size kink no matter what!

-Still calls you a bitch but instead he says, “milf bitch,” or “tall bitch,” or “hot bitch,” or even “mommy bitch,” He’s still coming up with more nicknames for you till this day, yeah weird motherfucker am I right?

-I regret doing this but I love him sfm…

-Has told you multiple times that you belonged to him and him alone which is like 5 or 6 times PER DAY sadly..

-Of course he trusts that you’d never leave him for someone else like who would? He’s Adam! The first man! The dickmaster! He just doesn’t trust that goody tooshoo Cupid guy that talks nonstop about love this and love that

-Yeah.. he definitely had to tell himself that he was the only one made for you and you alone. He fucking CACKLED for the past 5 10 minutes about that

-Meanwhile you were super bored in the meeting which was talking about what to do with certain IMP’s in hell that were going back up to the human world messing with the people and killing them after getting more calls from clients and shit about that

-You were really wishing you brought Adam in here to make it entertaining and have some views from a person that knew sinners personally that just wanted to kill them

-Now when you were looking through the eyes you have everywhere and saw Adam laughing to himself then leaving to grab a drink and sip on it, maybe it was in fact the best idea to not have him come to this Gods meeting

“I say we just go down there and handle them ourselves! Sooner or later they are gonna need to learn to not FUCK with the human world and just stay in their damn place! Maybe we should even give Stolas a visit about him letting those IMP’s use his book that was passed on through his family from us!” Demeter shouted slamming her fist on the table now standing up from her chair knocking it over making it tumble onto the ground. The vines alongside the wall as decoration grew bigger fast from her anger that was swelling up inside of her.

“Not only that but they are messing with nature! The nature that I took my time growing! The nature that I took my time out of my schedule to plant in the place that was needed and thought out only from it all gets mostly destroyed by.. fucking IMP’s!” Her shouting was heard throughout the entire room and through the giant down for all of your 40 foot tall frames. The vines growing faster and faster the more her anger boiled, Eros shirking down a bit muttering how this didn’t feel like a lovely conversation anymore.

Themis sat there, her hands intertwined neatly on the table, staring at Demeter through her blindfold over her eyes with a straight face. Ares felt the anger that was all so familiar that he knew during the wars he went through time and time again for humans only that was never really appreciated or respected anymore nowadays. You knew every emotion that everyone was feeling, you sat at your seat in between both sides. Resting your face in the palm of your hand that stood up on the arm of your chair wanting this meeting to be over since you still had stuff that you needed to get down.

For example like making sure that Adam hadn’t gone mad when finding that you were missing and leaving your place without him. It was always important to him that when you left you had to take him with you since he was always feeling like you were just cheating on him with that Cupid guy which Adam refers to him as. Yeah you had to tell him just because you're leaving without him doesn’t mean you're doing any of that with Eros after all he wasn’t anything more. That but also because Eros already basically had two wives since he is Cupid.

You also had to remind Adam that you two weren’t dating, which Adam acted so dramatic about crying that you didn’t love him anymore. He had crocodile tears going down his face, sighing as you lifted him up in your hands telling him to stop crying. When he thought you weren’t looking he had a smirk on his face knowing that he won the conversation. He “always” did, instead you only let him since Eros told you over and over that he could feel Adam’s love for you raiding off of him, but told you privately that the love Adam had for you was more toxic and possessive but still said it was so cute to see the love between you two!

“Demeter, please calm down. We’ll get this whole situation sorted out in no time and you know revealing ourselves to anyone besides to the certain people that know about us would mess up everything and would cause chaos to arise. We’ll all come up with a plan on what to do, maybe we could speak to Stolas about the matter after all he knows of our existence because of his family.” You told Demeter, breaking through the tension between everyone once snapping out of your thoughts about the matter you're gonna have to deal with when getting back to your place.

“I sincerely apologize, [Name]. I’m just a bit mad for what those IMP’s are doing to my amazing plants down on the planet Earth.” She explained, her vines shrinking back down with a swipe of her hand. Her once chair that laid on the ground was now sat back up thanks to her plants that sprouted from the bottom of her feet. Demeter sat back down in her seat with a swift motion, Eros now sitting back up in his pink chair that had hearts on it that was designed that was to his liking.

-After that whole thing the meeting went completely normal figuring out ideas and coming up with a way to get what Demeter wanted without breaking any of the rules

-Never have you been so thankful in your life when the meeting finally ended letting all five of you go back to what you were doing before the three hour long God and Goddess gathering

-Snapping your fingers you were easily back at your place, Adam who was watching television with a slurpee in hand sipping on it

-Your once 40 foot tall height shrunk down to ten feet that was still taller than Adam since you didn’t feel comfortable being short cause it didn’t fit you, that’s what you’d always say

-Once you sat down beside him on the couch expect him to immediately cling onto you like you were a jungle gym or something

-For a warning he ain’t ever gonna let go until he feels that he can but will still cling to your side wherever your heart leads you to

-Threatening anyone that he deems competition that’ll try and fight for your love

-Yes he HAS in fact threatened the other gods even the goddesses about staying away from you his lover

-Oh my YOU! He almost died a second time thanks to Ares but it was stopped by you. Adam knew that you’d protect him but didn’t show it telling you that he could’ve handled it on his own

-no… just no-

-Adam so wished Lute was here so he could show you off to her and say he had hit the jackpot on finding the one that was always meant to be his lover from the start

-He does miss Lute most of the time feeling a bit lonely without his best friend by his side but at least you're here with him! Not like you're ever gonna leave. He wasn’t able to die again with him by your side and you wouldn’t be able to die since you are a LITERAL goddess

-Had tried to convince you to bring Lute up here multiple times but you told him that you weren’t able to do that for the sake of the rules that were written down for you, you did tell him that if she did die that she would come up here and could stay here with the two of you if he wanted. Adam agreed with little hesitation because he realized that he might get you all to himself but if Lute was her she could protect you like your bodyguard

-As if you were gonna need one! If anyone tried attacking you they’re flicked away and if they did manage to after trying to get to where your at

“Oh come on Sugar tits! You will live Lute and we both could get what we want! I can have my best pal with me and you could have another person to add to this house that could pretty you!” Adam tried convincing you, walking side by side in the garden of flowers that Demeter had set up for you since she said your house was a bit dull m, that was but it wasn’t anymore when Adam arrived here and moved in total with your permission.

“I had already told you Adam, I’m not aloud the only way she could come up here is if she dies WITHOUT it being caused by me or any of the others.” You told him for the second time in the past two minutes man. Wait sugar tits? Oh great another nickname for you, guess it was a bit better than bitch mommy, gross. “Oh don’t be like that babes, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s just one person!” Adam said, slurping on his slurpee in hand, his golden wings resting behind his back. He no longer had his weird looking mask since he had died without it on.

“You ask one more time and I’ll take you going on walks with me in the garden away no scratch that, I'll take you sleeping with me away for a whole damn week if it makes you be quiet.” That had gotten Adam to shut up rather quickly huh guess that’s one of the things he doesn’t wanna go a week without or even a single day. He had bugged you so much one time so you kicked him out of your room for a whole night, he slept outside the door and apologized for what he did later that morning. He couldn’t even stand the feeling of sleeping without you in your big giant bed together.

Nodding your head as you continue your way through the garden admiring the flowers that Demeter had made for you. It was rather normal for all the gods or in other cases goddesses to give the others housewarming gifts. Demeter gave all of you plants and flowers, Eros had gotten any pink and pastel colors to represent love. Ares had gotten all shades of red and some black ones that often had both colors mixed to represent the war for him which he loved gladly.

Themis had gotten just blue that were all shades since she only wanted blue and some were white as an exception since Demeter said it was too bluey for the whole garden. You had gotten all kinds of colors since you were creation and creation could make any color and another part of the garden had darker shades of colors including black, all shades of gray, brown, and etc to represent the destruction.

Ares gave every person some knight armory stands along side the outside or inside of the huge like places you all live at to represent the protection of knights that could come to live from his power to protect the place it guards if anything tried to ever attack which was very unlikely but better be safe than sorry. Eros gifted everyone scented candles with your favorite scents and always gave you all new ones every once or two weeks cause the old ones melt away but that’s okay!

Themis gifted everyone scale if anyone needed an option on anything if you don’t ever make up your mind or see where a person should go to be either reincarnated or whiling them from the face of the entire existence. Your gift to everyone was to make anything they wished for since you had creation letting you create anything with the power of your magic that didn’t break a single sweat from you.

“How does a nice dinner and a movie tonight sound to you?” Breaking the silence with ease as your hand held the flower between your fingertips, the beauty is always surprising on how pretty and amazing things can look if you just focus on the present instead of technology, staying inside all day, or just not giving a single care about the world at all. “That sounds awesome, sugar tits.” Adam quickly agreed, grinning ear to ear, and there that nickname was there again.

Not able to hold the smile back from appearing on your face, letting out a laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids open up revealing [color] eyes that had a star in the middle of it as the pupils. What made you even more beautiful to Adam in the scenery was your smile that would be worth a thousand or even more words that he spent in a heartbeat. But also because of the way you looked at him with pure eyes that seemed to easily overpower anyone if they tried to fight you, yet again they held both the sunset and sunrise you would always want to see with your significant other every day at any given chance that was open for free.

The sun shining brightly behind you making your appearance glow brightly made Adam feel like he fell so much harder for you than he already was. If he thought he was already deeply in love with you, this one handed split second had sealed the deal on his love that he felt for only you. And the way you were looking at him with laughter and a smile he knew you must love him back. If it wasn’t his cockyness talking he would say that he was glad you were starting to love him but maybe not as much as he loves you but that’s okay cause he could love you with all the love he’d offer. Maybe even kill sinners and angels combined to see you give him that smile every day.

#hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #Hazbin hotel x goddess!reader #Yandere Hazbin hotel x goddess!reader #yandere adam x reader #adam x reader #goddess reader x adam #goddess!reader #goddess reader #x reader #possessive Adam #the dickmaster #the first man

[your-mom-friend]

There's only two reasons Malevolent isn't set in the modern era

Arthur would look less insane by default because he could just keep an earpiece in and pretend he's on a phone call or has a hearing aid the entire time

Gay marriage is legal and if those two were allowed to be freely in love every episode would be twice as long because we'd have to go through 40 EXTRA minutes of homoerotic banter and they'd never get anything done

Sidenotes on these:

I think it would be supremely fucking funny if it was set in the modern era with the headphone thing because Arthur wouldn't appear crazy, he'd appear rude which is infinitely worse and would also annoy the fuck out of his villains and also friends because he looks like he's on a fucking phone call while fighting for his life.

If he pretended he had a hearing aid in he'd be like "I can't believe you're attacking me. I'm literally queer and disabled. You'll get cancelled" and everyone's like 👁👄👁

Also in the hearing aid situation, someone takes it off him or turns it off (idk how hearing aids work) so he won't be able to hear them except he still can and doesn't know how to proceed without his attacker accusing him of faking a disability he was absolutely faking

If they were in a time period where being queer is allowed we'd get Walking Bisexual Disaster Arthur Lester and get acknowledgement that everyone he meets becomes slightly obsessed with him for better or worse and they might (read: are) a little a lot mayhaps definitely attracted to him. a bit.

Arthur Lester would know memes. You guys he'd know what Vine was. He'd be a tiktok cryptid that every one-in-five teenagers in Boston has seen and witnessed doing something absolutely unhinged. A teenager on a train vlogging about their trip when in the background a blind guy is chasing down some random dude and the other guy tries to throw him off the train and the video goes Viral instantly

I'd love to see Arthur, most assuredly up to date with technology try to work with John, who has no idea what the internet or AI is or ORTHUR SOMETHING IS POSSESSING YOUR PHONE IT'S WRITING DOWN EVERYTHING YOU SAY

In conclusion, Modern AU Malevolent would be more comedy than horror-mystery

#rem rambles #malevolent #pod posting #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #malevolent modern au

[torturedblue]

Part 2 of endless Disaster Twin parallels, the not so fun version

Part 1, the fun version

Considering the series shows Donnie coming off as autistic, he’s portrayed that way much more in fan art and fanfics, etc. We often see it in fan portrayals through an aversion to touch or his senses getting overwhelmed, etc. In the show I noticed Leo actually has a consistent aversion to anything with a gross texture too: like in the first episode when they’re all sliding down Draxum’s vines and he’s tripping over himself, the only one bothered by them “I hate this!”

He also starts flailing in a panic after a worm jumps on his face (and do I even need to bring up how the texture of worms ain’t all that enjoyable let alone on your face), recoils when that evil Hidden City massage guy pours hair serum all over his head, and he’s the most visibly repulsed when Raph gets trash all over them in the beginning of Battle Nexus: New York. So on multiple occasions he comes off as pretty texture or germ averse as well

Both also have insecurity issues about their role to the team: “If mystics can do everything I can but better then why would you guys even need me?” “I’m nothing without them!”

Ironically, in Many Unhappy Returns, Splinter thinks Leo doesn’t know what he’s doing and isn’t taking the mission seriously, saying he should’ve brought Purple. But in the same episode during fights with Shredder Donnie’s seen texting on his phone half of the time. Which is also very parallel to Leo making quips in the beginning instead of helping fight like Donnie and the others

In that same fashion, Donnie’s also goofiest when everyone’s acting serious in Insane in the Mama Train, while Leo’s the unserious one in the following episodes. Another role reversal from their norm

The show also portrays these two as feeling the most affected by Splinter’s history of emotionally distant parenting. Donnie constantly talks about his unmet need for parent-aged-adult approval/validation, and Leo shows his struggle in a more Leo-like way, constantly finding father figure connections in other people like Jupiter Jim and The Dunk. He also rejects/roasts Splinter a lot too, which seems more like a form of overcompensation; acting like he doesn’t totally need or crave Splinter’s attention. The exact opposite of Donnie’s methods. “No! I’m not going back to what’s-his-rat.”

“He’s my all-time favorite actor/role model/father figure!”

“That eccentric billionaire, who was kind of a surrogate father figure to me, has shown me a version of myself I don’t like.”

Leo acts like he doesn’t pine for his affection. I’m sure he sees the way Donnie openly, desperately goes after it when it’s offered and then gets crushed even harder with disappointment (ahem Turtle-dega Nights). No way Leo’s opening himself up to that. I mean come on how sad is the moment when Splinter says they should do something together and Mikey is so eager to jump on the opportunity before it gets taken away, only for Donnie to have to pull him aside and remind him it’s usually some kind of trick or he’s likely possessed? Just for Mikey to immediately respond, “You’re right, I always fall for this!” Ouch. Honestly considering Mikey’s empathy and emotional maturity in mind, the reason both he and Raph seem to handle Splinter’s lack of attention so well is probably also because in addition Raph became a second parent himself, and taking on that role like Splinter, he knows from his own experience that even though their dad doesn’t show it in the ways they wish he would, of course he loves them and what he does do to take care of them as a parent proves that

I think the parallels and direct contrasts between how Leo and Donnie show their dissatisfaction in their relationship with Splinter is probably the most developed and interesting one to me 💔

I mean Leo’s the only one who would actually say something like this to Splinter and you can’t tell me there’s not some deep-seated resentment in the way he looks and the way he says it…

So yeah. There’s the sad edition of Disaster Twins parallels. Let’s all cry together 😃

#disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #leo and donnie #rottmnt character analysis #these poor boys

[according2thelore]

watching season 1 of gilmore girls is just an exercise in gut-wrenching angst when you live with the knowledge that jarpad was 18 when it premiered. like, that's the face of the kid that john winchester told to stay gone for good if he left. that's dean's baby brother. that's the kid who's about to be alone for the first time in his actual life (bar some very specific small blips along the way). i'm cry 😭 thank you to the wb for this gift that we must bear like a thousand-pound cross

LITERALLY

like this sammy??? this sammy right here????

this kid steals dean's flannels even though they don't reach his wrists because they're "more comfortable." he can't keep a pair of pants longer than six months because he grows like a goddamn weed.

this is his big brother's leather jacket!! dean stole it from a surplus store in kentucky and sam wears it everywhere!!!! you cannot tell me otherwise!! they steal it back and forth all the time, but dean doesn't actually want it back bc sam wearing his leather jacket makes him sweat in weird places, which is totally unrelated, okay?

this kid has dreams!!! he writes everything down in composition notebooks stained at the corners with dried, rusty blood from a werewolf four states and five schools ago.

he's been storing his money from pool hustling in the canvas lining of the duffle bag that holds all of his possessions.

this little guy????

the people they save cling to sam like fucking vines, white-knuckled fingers in his sweatshirts because if someone this bright, this innocent, can survive this, they can, too. nothing bad can possibly happen to this kid, because the older one is snarling and spitting and chewing through bone.

because this is just a kid!!!!!! and this kid should be saved, not saving. he's got a pimple on his jaw that's been there for months, and he sweats through almost every shirt he puts on.

LIKE THIS FELLA RIGHT HERE??????

this kid keeps wiping angry tears out of his eyes because no one in this family cares if he's happy, as long as he's here. sam's got money in his bag, and dean won't look him in the eye, and dad is telling him to get the fuck out.

he's telling him that he might as well not even be a part of this fucking family, if he's not going to fight for it. like sam hasn't lost litres of blood for this family, like he wasn't weaned on sweat and stale coca-cola and what adrenaline tastes like when it's the only thing keeping you conscious.

this kid is too big to fit into a queen w dean but goddamnit he's going to, anyway, lazy long limbs splayed on a couch while they watch a re-run on a spotty, fuzzing tv in skin-melting, stifling motel rooms.

having access to video footage of J2 at pre-series ages makes me howl at the moon. because!!!!! like!!!!!! these kids were CHILDREN!!!!!!

anyway. you get it, anon. you know the vision.

dean winchester and i see each other: i would also want to pinch his cheeks and tuck him under my arm and ruffle his hair and buy him milkshakes and new sneakers and cut his silly bangs.

-lizzy

#these anons are kicking me in the ribs while i'm down #and i am so grateful <3 #ask box #kissing each anon on their forehead #lizzy writes #kinda? #samdean #also kinda #lizzy answers

[jjba-smash-or-pass]

So, since today the results came out for the last characters of part 4, I updated the excel spreadsheet here and I had the SADDEST experience: my blorbo (Rohan) has the worst smash rate for a main character so far.

So, just to make fun of my shittiest most ridiculous little blorbo, here's a list of some people who are (as long as this blog is concerned) more fuckable than Kishibe Rohan, in no particular order:

• a really muscular bird 

• a fucking electric socket

• a dead knight who swordfights with his goddamn hair

• the spirit of a jackal that possesses a literal sword

• water. just like. a stand that controls water and has no physical form except for WATER

• mystical purple vines (but only when controlled by a 70 year old man, not the same man when he's 80. guess the stand gets too old to be fuckable? who knows)

• yellow goo that turns into a person except fucked up

• the literal, actual sun

• a dead woman we only ever see as a picture burning when her house catches on fire 

• both versions of Dio. this isn't a surprise though

• a gun. I'll never fucking forget the fucking GUN 

But, since he's the most voted ever in the history of this blog (with almost 1400 fucking votes!), he IS the character with the most people voting "pass" in the history of this blog! Cheers to the 792 people who wouldn't fuck the worst guy ever! I'm not one of you though

He would be absolutely fucking pissed to know he's only got a fucking 42% smash rate. I'd love for Josuke to show up later on when he's older so we could see if Rohan loses to Josuke here too aflksjkhskjf

(if I find any more results that crack me up so much my mom has to ask me what's going on, I'll send another ask. Thank you so much op for putting in the effort to make this blog!! I smile every time I get a notif from this blog. You're amazing for handling the posts and dealing with annoying anons <3)

YIPPEE UPDATED SPREADSHEET REPORT AND A LIST OF CHARACTERS STATISTICALLY SEXIER THAN ROHAN

#Sorry I know the ace attorney reference is a little cringe but like. let me have this. It’s apollo justice trilogy day

[metalhoops]

Like a lesser hero in a fantasy tale, the night was cut clean in two by the dull glow of a flashlight beam, flanked by two boys. It was an odd pastime but a familiar one to them. They had grown at home in the strange dark places of the town, aware of what might be lurking in the shadows between the pines. 

Eddie, the first boy, with his hair and clothes as black as the forest floor, shook the silent woods with the intermittent clatter of his stainless-steel rings on the metal shaft of the light, his makeshift weapon. Each ring was a treasured yet well-worn possession. The ear of the pig ring and the temple of the skull were permanently scratched from the repeated action.

Steve, the other boy, was more prepared. He came brandishing a baseball bat, its wooden body a sister to the surrounding trees with a halo of gnarled nails, hinting at the more sinister air of their surroundings.  

Unlike Eddie’s fantasy games, the backstory didn’t matter. It was the reason the boys were there, of course, but it was also the imminent threat they didn’t wish to speak of. In their shared pasts, there had been portals to other worlds, monsters beyond human comprehension and near-death experiences that’d brought on the winter of Eddie’s life, and the spring of Steve’s. 

Eddie had spent the past month jumping at shadows in the corner of his new bedroom or in the woods beyond the trailer park. Steve, on the other hand, had bloomed beautifully and brutally before Eddie’s eyes. Before the Upside Down, he would look at Steve and all he’d feel was ire, righteous indignation and a small yet frustrating, pang of lust. 

When he looked at Steve in the yellow glow of the torchlight, he saw a man who’d come when Eddie called, in the middle of the night, with haste and a plan. He saw someone who believed in him or at least, cared enough about him to go willingly into the night when Eddie had reported seeing sinister shapes shift past his window.

It was enough to get Steve to leave the confines of his isolated mansion and slum it with the poor folk down in the proverbial trenches. Eddie now saw a man he very well might be in love with. Jagged shadows cast by stray branches sliced across his face, resembling the snaking vines of the Upside Down. The boys had barely escaped the place and every moment after felt as though they were living on borrowed time. 

“What’d you say we do one more loop past the old train tracks and call it a night?” Steve asked, at last, his body sticking close to Eddie’s side. He felt a pang of guilt for dragging Steve out of bed, again, just to find nothing. 

“We can head back now, I’m probably going crazy, man.” 

“No, I wanna check. Otherwise, it’ll bug the hell outta me. We’ve all been a little crazy after everything we’ve been through. I mean, I’ve almost died like ten times. Think the eleventh time might be the one that sticks- you know?” 

It reminded them of another night, in another world. It had been a quick yet intimate conversation with a stranger. If we get out of this, Eddie had thought at the time, I might actually want to get to know this guy. Months had passed. He still felt like he didn’t know Steve enough to say what he wanted to say, but Steve needed to hear it. 

“That’d be a real bummer, you know? If you died. I wouldn’t have anyone to go on long walks in the moonlight with.” 

The two boys had fallen out of step with one another. Steve had charged forward in the semi-darkness leaving Eddie a few paces behind.

“Nancy would come with you.  After the first time, when Will and Nancy’s friend went missing, she’d swing by my house, and we’d sit on the deck chairs watching the pool. Honestly, you might be better off with her. She’d bring a gun,” Steve spoke, tossing the jagged bat from hand to hand, with the skill of an ex-high school sports star. 

“Why is it you and I always end up in the woods trying to set each other up with Nancy goddamn Wheeler?” Eddie spoke disbelievingly as he jogged to catch up with Steve. He laughed, his hand bumping Eddie’s side as the two fell back into step. 

“She’s not my type, Stevie. You can have her,” Eddie tacked on, trying to defuse some of the tension that had arisen between them, skimming his light amongst the trees. 

“I don’t think she’s my type either. Well— not anymore. We tried it. It didn’t work out. We wanted different things,” Steve admitted.

Once they reached the train tracks, Steve surveyed the old wood and rusted metal. The place also had history. He could smell freezer burn and rotten meat on the breeze. When looking at Eddie’s profile he felt a sudden charge to the air like the calm before a thunderstorm. 

He thought of a conversation he’d had years before with Dustin on those very tracks. He knew with sudden certainty why he’d hauled himself out of bed in the middle of the night, once again to chase Eddie’s hunches. He and Dustin had been talking about love.  He gave himself the same advice he’d given the kid all those years before. 

Don’t fall in love. It’ll only break your heart.

“Right, you wanted that whole hoard of kids and an R.V. vacation thing? Three girls, three boys. A whole brood of Harringtons,” Eddie breathed, kicking up dirt and leaves with his shoes. Steve shot Eddie a perplexed glance, surprised he’d been listening and shocked he’d remembered the statement word for word.

“Right, yeah. I know, make fun all you want, dude. It’s crazy I know.” Once more, they fell out of step. 

Eddie stopped while Steve kept walking, playing the role of a funambulist, his hands outstretched as though standing at a great height as he walked foot over foot across the thin metal. 

“This might surprise you Steve but for once I wasn’t going to give you shit,” Eddie replied, walking beside Steve, jumping from wooden beam to wooden beam. 

The metal track gave Steve a good half inch of height, making it so that for once the two weren’t eye to eye. Eddie kept flicking the light between the vast track ahead of them and the empty woods behind. He still felt as though any moment something could burst through the cracks in the earth left in the wake of the quake and drag them back down into Eddie’s personal version of hell. He couldn’t help but think of Steve’s words. The eleventh time would stick. Eddie didn’t know what he’d do without him. 

“So, what do you want?” Steve asked, shaking Eddie from his thoughts. When his answer didn’t immediately present itself, Steve continued.

“I mean, you know what I want. Six nuggets, touring the country. What do you want?” 

The question startled a scoff out of Eddie. It wasn’t as though anyone had bothered to ask him that before. He didn’t know. 

“I’ve got no clue. I’m not like you. I don’t sit around thinking about the future. I’m just trying to get through today,” Eddie confessed, speaking more candidly than he’d intended. 

“Alright. You don’t know what you want to do with the rest of your life. That’s pretty normal, but having nothing? Dude. You’ve gotta have something. Let’s start small. What do you want to do tomorrow?” 

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind having breakfast with my uncle and spending some time with the kids and the band. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to see you, hopefully under some better circumstances,” Eddie explained as Steve misstepped, almost falling from his perch. 

He corrected himself, placing an outstretched hand on Eddie’s shoulder for balance. Eddie tried not to preen beneath the other boy’s touch. 

“I like the sound of that,” Steve confirmed, daring a glance at Eddie. 

The storm within him continued to brew. Eddie’s plans for whatever small future stretched out before them involved Steve, which was more than he’d gotten from anyone else.

Nancy wanted a career in investigative journalism. She wanted to change the world for the better. It was a noble goal. One Steve had admired endlessly but he couldn’t help but feel like a small child asking for a seat at the grown-up table when trying to compete with the hopes and dreams of Nancy Wheeler. For her, he would’ve changed his dreams to play a small part in her life, but he’d come to realise that wasn’t a good way to love. 

Every relationship Steve had went to hell eventually. He didn’t want the same fate with Eddie. He wanted to continue walking the fine line between friendship and whatever awaited them on the other side of the electric storm. Steve didn’t know if he was ready for all the complications being in love with Eddie would entail. It’d wreak havoc on his sense of self and take a hatchet to his dreams of white picket fences. That was on the slim chance Eddie felt the same way about him. 

When Steve looked at Eddie he felt as though he were back at the bottom of Lovers Lake. To love Eddie was to drown beneath the crushing weight of possibilities. 

“You okay?” Eddie asked, a hint of concern in his tone. 

It was only then that Steve realised he’d stopped walking, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into the fabric of Eddie’s jacket. 

No. Steve was far from okay, but he couldn’t voice it without ruining everything. 

“I need a minute,” Steve muttered, stumbling back from Eddie, removing his hand as though he’d grabbed the wrong end of a hot poker. 

He’d moved on instinct, forgetting where he stood on his precarious perch. He tumbled ass backwards off the train tracks, trying to save whatever sense of dignity he had left by scrambling to his feet quickly. He heard his bat clatter to the forest floor as he headed off into the woods, unsure of his direction. He needed space to sort his head out. 

There were only two ways Steve knew how to face a crisis; two base and primal instincts, fight or run. Eddie wasn’t a wayward creature that devoured cats or a schoolyard bully. He couldn’t punch himself loveless and doing anything to hurt Eddie was worse than torture. 

Steve wanted Eddie to hit him. It’d shake loose some of the tension in his chest at the sight of the boy’s brown eyes; the eyes that reminded Steve of the deep warm wood that was fashionable in homes during his childhood. The familiar floorboards of the entryway where he’d lay with Tommy after hours of swimming, drip-drying on the wood, warping it to the shape of their bodies. 

Eddie’s eyes reminded him of home. Not the place he’d grown up in, but the sensation one felt when they recalled a fond memory, years removed from context and complications. Steve couldn’t imagine a future where Eddie would hurt him, even if that’s what he wanted. 

He did what he did best. He ran away. 

Without Eddie’s flashlight, the woods were a gaping maw of some unseen creature. Even the breeze on the back of his neck felt warm. Steve collapsed at the base of a tree and searched his pockets for a lighter. He didn’t bring his cigarettes but there was something soothing about the weight of the object in his hand and the repeated action of sparking the flint and extinguishing the fire with a twist of his wrist. 

Steve heard approaching footsteps signalled by the crunch of leaves underfoot.  He prayed Eddie wouldn’t ask why he’d run. If he asked, Steve knew he’d tell him. Then they’d both be screwed. 

Steve tried to spark the lighter again, but no flame would ignite. It was out of lighter fluid. Just his goddamn luck.  

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice echoed through the trees. 

The direction was all wrong. Eddie’s call came from a distance. The footsteps were close. Right goddamn on top of him. Fuck. 

Steve acted fast, fumbling in the underbrush, trying to find a weapon. He grabbed a stray branch with enough heft to wield. He was good at making use of what he had. He held the wood aloft, scrambled to his feet and fumbled with the lighter, desperate to get one last spark out of it. He knew how much the creatures hated fire. In a way, he was thankful that he knew what he was dealing with for once. 

The swiftness of the footfalls and the length of the shadows cutting through the blackness let him know within seconds he would be face to face with a full-sized Demogorgon. 

Steve felt the creature before he saw it. A sudden force collided into his body knocking him from his feet. He had just enough time to get the jagged end of the stick between himself and the creature. He felt the branch wade into the creature’s soft flesh. 

Eddie called his name once more, drawing the creature's attention away from him. Steve had an opening.

His trembling hands flicked the lighter again. This time, for a brief and brilliant moment, it sparked. He shoved the naked flame against the creature's wound. He wasn’t sure if he’d hurt it or just made it mad. It thrashed and writhed, grabbing at Steve’s body, and pounding him into the damp earth. Now Steve had its attention. 

He tried to strike out but this time the monster was too quick, its body bared down on Steve and before he knew it, he was face to face with the monster's strange unfurling flesh mouth and razor-sharp teeth. So, this was how he’d die. 

“Mother fucker,” Eddie muttered as two shifting figures caught his attention. 

Steve was pinned to the ground by something that looked fresh out of his nightmares. The others had told him there were more things out there than the bats and demonic, skinless hell-wizard they’d faced but Eddie’s mind had never been able to conjure a creature that would match the true beast before him. 

Steve was doing his best to keep the creature at arms-length. A rotted wooden branch cut at the palm of Steve’s hands and had gone straight through the thing’s body.  Eddie scoured his brain, trying to remember everything he’d been told about the creature. Heat. They hated heat. 

Eddie had grabbed Steve’s bat as he followed him. He’d wanted to be the kind of person who could give Steve space but every fibre of his being had told him to chase after the boy so he had. 

He dropped the flashlight to free up a hand and searched the pockets of his jacket, thankful he always had his lighter handy. He knew Steve would be pissed if Eddie torched his favourite weapon, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d rather have Steve pissed than not have him at all. 

He set fire to the bat, throwing more hellish shadows over the wicked tableau of the snarling beast and the desperate boy pinned beneath its grasp. The smell of burning wood and flesh hung heavy in the air. He had the element of surprise on his side. 

The flaming bat collided with the creature’s skull sending it reeling. It let out an inhuman whaling that scattered the nightbirds. Eddie readied the bat to swing again, expecting the beast to charge. Instead, it ran off into the blackness of the night. It’d finally happened. What they all knew had been inevitable. The Upside Down, and in turn Vecna was back. Though for now, he and Steve had brought themselves time. 

Eddie watched as Steve sat wide-eyed but seemingly unharmed. He guessed Steve Harrington had more lives left in him yet. Thank Christ. 

“Please tell me that looked as badass as it felt,” Eddie breathed trying to alleviate some of the tension between them. 

He dropped the bat, snuffing out what was left of the flame and moved unthinkingly to pat down Steve’s body, checking for wounds. He had a gash on his forehead and a split lip, but he’d live. 

“It looked pretty badass,” Steve confirmed and froze as Eddie’s hands raked through his hair. 

“You’ve got something in your...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he pulled a leaf out of Steve’s hair, holding it aloft in front of his face. 

Steve’s eyes glanced from the leaf to Eddie before tentatively reaching out, his hands searching the planes of his body, dancing cautiously over the barely healed wounds that’d once littered his side. Steve was checking him over.

“I’m okay. You okay?” Eddie assured holding up a hand before reaching into the back pocket of his jeans. 

He pulled out his bandana and inched forward to wrap it around the gash on Steve’s head. The boy cringed beneath his touch. Eddie muttered an apology. 

“I’ll live,” Steve confirmed leaning back, trying to get some space between them. 

Eddie hadn’t realised how close they were. He shifted back, remembering with sudden clarity that Steve had practically begged Eddie to give him a second alone. He wasn’t willing to do that, given they’d already run into one hell beast that night. There could be others. He did something uncharacteristic. Eddie Munson sat with Steve in silence. 

They sat in stillness for so long that the birds and insects returned to the woods around them. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke when the silence was too loud. He didn’t know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say. 

Steve looked up at the boy with alarm. 

“What’re you sorry for?” He asked, feeling as though he was caught in another echo of the past. 

He remembered a seemingly endless car ride to Nancy’s house, trying to find ways to apologise for some transgression he wasn’t sure he’d committed. He’d wanted to apologise because he’d loved Nancy and he’d been scared of losing her. 

He wondered what motivations were behind Eddie’s apology. He worried that The Upside Down’s strange relationship with time had leaked into Hawkins, that some pasts were destined to repeat. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie admitted after a breath, letting out a nervous laugh. 

“I’m sorry for doing whatever I did to make you go all space cadet on me. Tell me what I did, and I can tell you I’m sorry,” he continued. 

Steve was certain at that moment, Eddie loved him too. It was already too late to change things. They were trains on a track, their futures seemingly already locked in place.

“You know if you want someone to talk to about whatever’s going on in that head of yours, I’m here Steve,” Eddie kept pushing, unable to take Steve’s silence as an answer. 

His tone was so soft, sincere and unlike anything that Steve expected from the boy that he couldn’t help but speak the words out loud, despite his better judgment. 

“I love you.” 

Eddie had thought he’d been prepared for anything, but he hadn’t been prepared for that. It was then that Steve let out a strangled sound between a scoff and a groan. 

“And it's screwed now. I always mess it up.”  

Eddie could hardly hear the boy’s voice over the rush of blood in his ears. His heart was a high-strung choir, singing the same repeated tune, ‘Steve loves me’. When his common sense kicked into gear, he noted the panic in Steve’s eyes and knew he needed to say something. 

“I love you too,” Eddie managed, feeling both heavier and lighter. 

He’d never said it before. He sure as hell hadn’t pictured a world where he’d admit he loved a boy before they’d started dating. Steve was moving at a breakneck speed and Eddie was desperately trying to catch up. To his surprise, Steve hardly stirred at the confession. 

“I know,” Steve admitted sounding broken as his eyes met Eddie’s. He gave the boy a tight-lipped grimace. All of Eddie’s momentary joy fell just as it’d begun to soar. 

“Please tell me that was a Star Wars reference,” Eddie whispered, earning a real smile from Steve. It was soft and fleeting as freshly felled snow on a warm palm. He knew despite all of Steve’s posturing, he was a huge nerd when it came to science fiction. 

“Eds, my track record...” Steve’s voice trailed off. 

Eddie realised the thing Steve had been dancing around. They were still talking about Nancy goddamn Wheeler in the woods. 

“Stevie,” he breathed, for once at a loss for words. 

He was a storyteller, but he didn’t want to give Steve a story. He couldn’t promise him a world where everything was perfect. They lived in a land of blight and monsters, a time of trouble. The town was still after Eddie’s head on a pike and Steve was running out of goodwill with those that’d once called him king. He wanted to show Steve what they were. 

Damn the past. Kill all possible futures. All they had was the brief and infinite present. 

Eddie wanted to show Steve what they could be at that moment. 

He crossed the space between them, pausing for a breath, leaving room for Steve to push him away. When no such protest arose, he placed one hand on Steve’s cheek, the other cupping the nape of his neck. 

“I’m not good at this either,” Eddie admitted tentatively. 

He’d kissed guys before. It’d always been desperate and sloppy. He didn’t want loving Steve to feel like an afterthought as it had with the other men. 

“But I think it’s worth a shot,” Eddie concluded. 

He’d laid everything out on the table, all that was left was for Steve to pick it up or turn it down. 

Steve didn’t surge forward. Instead, he moved achingly slow. One hand landed on Eddie’s thigh, the other tangled in his hair. He gave a gentle tug to pull him that last inch closer. 

Eddie’s lips were wind-chaffed and cool, melting ice on bare skin, shocking and a good kind of painful. Steve’s face had the faintest hint of stubble, it was rough as the rocks, and forest foliage beneath their bodies. He smelled of wet earth, blood, and faded cologne. Their hands traced each other’s topography with fingers, lips and tongues, toppling over in the process. 

When they pulled apart the whole world seemed to hold its breath. The wind was still. The night was silent. An invisible audience waited with bated breath for a conclusion. 

“Christ,” Eddie choked, hand fluttering dramatically to his heart. It was a kick drum in his chest. 

Steve’s hand followed, sliding beneath Eddie’s shirt. 

“Christ,” Steve echoed with a goofy grin. Eddie loved him. The thought came easily. It was the only thought populating his mind. 

“We should probably, you know, shelve this and try to stop the world ending... again,” Eddie proposed, trying to think straight. 

“Only if you promise to take me on a date after,” Steve countered. He pulled himself to his feet and extended a hand to Eddie. 

“Me take you? You’re meant to be the ladies' man with the killer dates,” Eddie argued, falling into step with Steve easily. 

“Exactly. It’d be nice to be the one getting the flowers for a change. Technically you’re the one who wanted to give this a shot. I’ll get the second date.” 

Eddie scoffed disbelievingly. The cocky bastard.  He’d never picked Steve as someone who liked flowers. He’d give Steve a garden, a forest, a kingdom. 

“Alright, save the world. Buy you flowers. Go on a first date. Go on a second date. Seems like I might actually have a plan for the next few days down pact.” 

“And after that?” Steve prompted. 

“If you want me to say six nuggets and a Winnebago you’ve gotta buy me dinner first.” 

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #metalhoops writes #this was originally #meant to be for the poetry poll #but the story went in another direction #as always my stories run away with themselves #I feel pretty proud of some of the lines in here #also I just want to state #when Steve's worrying about not getting #his white picket fence if he's in a queer relationship #that doesn't mean it's not possible #I just imagine the guy would have a clear idea #of a nuclear family in his head #so he might have to tweak his dreams #it's still the 80s #But I do think Steve would be scared shitless #when he realises he's in love #because of all the stuff with Nancy #and his conversations with Robin #about striking out with girls and #not wanting to get into another relationship just for sex #and he's just as much of a 'runner' as Eddie canonically #also I wanted to have a life in strange style #interaction on the train tracks #also complete with all the metalhoops bingo card tropes

[stargazedwinchester]

Telephone | Sam Winchester #01

I actually wrote this 4 (yes 4) years ago, but I've been thinking about redoing it a little bit and republishing it, hopefully its a little better and everyone enjoys it!

I also have this on Wattpad, link here

Part 2 here

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Your local library was quiet, yet soft, mumbled words came from all directions at any given time. It was a good quiet, though. So comfortable and calming. You browsed the fiction area looking for information on witches, their spells and origin. Your parents were outlining a mammoth-sized hunt at a rather large cabin in the deep forests of Connecticut.

You were new to this whole thing, but your parents had been hunting their whole lives, they knew letting you grow up in a world where you won't know whether your parents will come back from "work" alive or not was no life to live. As they were careful, they had many hunter friends who would go with one of your parents on a hunt, while the other can look after you without leaving you alone. At the age of 13, your parents asked you if you wanted to join them on your first hunt in Nashville. Of course, you agreed.

You found a witch mythology book in the fiction category, you slid it out of its slot, and managed to pick it up with one hand. You tossed the book a little higher so you could reach your right arm underneath it. It was a heavy book, almost the size of A3 paper. The spine of the book had silver embedded leaves, almost vine-like crawling up the side. The front held a cauldron with three witches gathering around it, the background a deep, crimson velvet red. The title read 'Witch Mythology: Spellbinds and Myths'. You were so captivated by the intricate detail of the book, when at the last minute, you noticed someone on the right, searching for a book. You jump and step back.

"Sorry. I almost bumped into you." You apologise, still remaining quiet. The guy turns around to face you, his grey, almost blue eyes glance into yours. He smiles and looks down at the floor, before returning his eyes back to yours. "It's okay, don't worry." He gives a reassuring smirk, and you smile back. "What are you looking for? I practically live here, so I know where everything is." You chuckle, attempting to not sound too nerdy, but it's true. You spent a lot of your free time here while your parents went away for a weekend or whenever you were bored. He purses his lips together and furrows his brows. "Something about demons, like demonic possession." He struggles to find his words, as if he's confused himself. You slide your book and balance it on one arm, while pointing at the shelf. "Right there." You say, and he nods. "Ah." He chuckles again, picking up the book. "Thank you. It's exactly what I was looking for." He says, scanning the book that you carried. "What's that you got there?"

"A book on witch mythology," You start, frantically trying to think of an excuse to not sound like you're either a weirdo, or a hunter. "It's for my history class I'm taking. It's a weird subject but I don't know, it kinda sounds interesting." You say, focusing your gaze upon his. "History? Where are you studying?" He questions, moving his stance onto his left leg. "Wichita State. Are you studying there too?" You ask him, and he shakes his head. "No, I'm at Stanford. I'm back here in Lawrence to visit family." He says, slowly walking backwards, ushering you to follow, and you comply.

You both sat down at a desk, opposite the bookshelves you were just chatting at. You scoot yourself into the desk, and feel yourself glancing at this tall, strange man as he does the same. "What's your name? I feel bad for not asking." He asks you, and you tell him. "Just Naomi?" he examines your face, as if to find an answer. "Naomi Grace Greaves." You tell him, and he smiles. "Well, nice to meet you Naomi Grace Greaves. I'm Sam William Winchester."

–

Some time passes and you both agree to talk outside of the library, the main reason of this was due to the librarian having to get up out of her seat every 5 minutes to hush you both and point to the "NO TALKING" sign glued onto the bookshelf. You both go to the reception and apologise, while also getting the book stamped for return in 4 weeks’ time.

You both exited the library walking next to each other, crossing the road and planted yourselves onto a picnic table where you both could talk freely and as loud as you like. Sam is across from you, wearing a light blue flannel button-up with orange accents, with a white t-shirt underneath. 'The colours matched him well, you thought. It allowed his naturally tanned skin to show against the bright white, also bringing out the relucent Olympic blue in his eyes. You force yourself to look away before he's driven to think otherwise. "So, what do your parents do? You said you study at Stanford, which is great, but what did your parents do?" You ask, seeing the question almost burn into his skull. "I just want to get to know you better, that's all." You manage to make out, and he coughs. "My mom died before I was born, my older brother Dean was about 4 years old. I haven't seen my dad for a few months, though. He disappears from time to time. I guess it's from losing mom, he wants to be alone." Sam informs you, and you feel your heartbreak inside. You felt for this guy, even though you met him an hour ago, it already felt like you were best friends, despite even knowing anything other than names. "Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry." You empathise, leaning more towards him."I lost my sister in a car accident when I was 6. She was 14. Jasmine was her name... She ended up in a coma for 4 months and she eventually woke up while my father and I was there, and she kept repeating that she saw black eyes. Black eyes and smoke. She'd say; 'Nai, they had black eyes. Smoke inside of them, Nai. Oh my God, black eyes. It's so scary.' Then..." You stop, glaring down at the picnic table. "She'd pass out. We still don't know if it was due to her comatose or from shock or something. She died 2 weeks later." You sigh, Sam looks at you with bleakness in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Was all that he managed to say, and that was alright.

The pair of you sat there in silence for a few minutes, collecting your thoughts whilst unsure on what to say next. Sams ringtone broke the silence, and he quickly answered his phone. "Hey, Dean." He says, then covering the microphone. "Sorry, one sec." He says, removing himself from the table and walking 3 feet away from where you were. You grin at him, attempting to not listen in to his conversation. Was Dean his brother? Maybe father? You asked yourself, unclear on who Dean was.

"Are you serious?" He exclaims, furrowing his eyebrows. "Look, I'm with a friend, and I-" He motions his hand at you, then smirking. "Okay, Dean. Okay. Okay, okay, give me 10 minutes and I'll be back." He hangs up the phone and makes his way back to you. "Sorry again, it's my brother." He explains, and you nod. "Do you need to be elsewhere?" You try to not pry, while still attempting to get a straight answer. "Yeah, my brother needs me somewhere, so I need to go. What's your number?" He scrambles out of the seat again, and so do you. You pull out your flip phone and tell him your number. He enters the digits and sends a quick "It's Sam" text, before picking up his library book. "Sorry to cut this short but I'll text you when I'm next in town." He grins, walking away. "See you later, Sam." You almost yell, and he waves. "Goodbye, Naomi."

You pick up your mythology book and stare at your phone screen, you changed the 10 digit number to 'Sam W'. You smile to yourself, uncertain on what could unravel with Sam Winchester.

–

Later on that night, you receive a call from Sam. Your heart felt like it warmed from seeing his name on your screen, and you press answer. "Hello Sammy." You giggle, thinking of the little nickname on the spot. "Ha ha, very original." He says, then chuckles. "What are you up to?" He asks you, and you softly view the contents in your room. "Nothing, why?" You sit up properly on your bed, one hand sandwiched between your thighs. "Just wanted to see if you were free to call, that's all." Sams' end of the call went silent, and you look up at the clock. 9:42PM. "Yeah, sure, I can talk."you smile, laying back down onto your bedsheets. "When will you be back in town?" You ask him, smiling to yourself. "Soon." He laughs, understanding that the word 'soon' could mean tomorrow, or in 6 months time. "Sam!" You exclaim, and he huffs playfully. "What? I said soon." He guffaws. "When is soon?" You ask again, hoping for a serious answer this time. "Maybe... two weeks?" He even questions himself, "I'm not sure. I go back to college on Friday. Then my brother wants me to go on a roadtrip with him on Saturday." He sighs, you hear him rub his face, the facial hair coming into contact with his hand. "Okay. I guess I can wait." You joke, and he laughs. "You miss me already?" Sam practically smiles through the phone, and you do too.

"Yeah. I do."

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural series

[dizzycloudzzz]

Shrek AU?????

I just watched Shrek and some spirit possessed me to do this

OKAY *inhale*

It's on the Boiling Isles buuut in the Deadwardian Era, as if they were ancestors of the current Gus, Hunter and Willow

Does that make sense? Of course it does

Let's change the term "ogre" in the story to "Grimwalker", so this Hunter here is living isolated from witches and Belos, a Golden Guard who escaped and discovered the truth and now just wants to live his own life in peace and A L O N E, so he maaaay have forged his own death and then maintaining the lies that he was some zombie or spirit when one or two witches saw him in the forest and were called crazy for that

-

And then we have Augustus Porter, running away from a group of annoying witches who were calling him "Donkey" 'cause of the size of his very cute ears and dirtying him with abomination magic, just bullies being bullies

He ran so much until he bumped into one person, and the group of witches behind him also stopped running when they saw who

That guy certainly hasn't slept for a few past lives and not even had found no one alive since WHO KNOWS, and it wasn't even a pleasant surprise

It was just like: eye contact, children screamed when they saw that the legend of "the Golden Guard being alive and cursing anyone who entered the forest" was true partially, and then he walked away, remembering why he didn't like people that much

"new best friend", Gus decided and followed Hunter around like a small but endless source of curiosity and questions

Hunter tried to walk faster, pretend he was deaf or mute, just ignore

Nothing functional, soon he gave in, NOW THEY WERE DONKEY AND DORK UNBEATABLE DUO

Nah, not yet, Hunter was just making up something to distract Gus, trying to scare him by telling him that the legend (that he himself had spread) is true and he was a danger and GUS WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION HE THOUGHT IT WAS SO COOL THAT HE WAS MEETING A LIVING LEGEND

"... you would be SO popular if you showed up to everyone!!!!"

"ew. why would I want that."

He really didn't want anyone much less Belos to know he was living there hidden near a Palistrom tree, and the idea of ​​being known was not attractive to him, he had just invented those rumors about "stealing their souls and bile" so that people would NOT want to know about him, but the plan backfired, now he's famous

And while he and Gus were talking, a crowd gathered around the Palistrom tree/Hunter's home and surrounded the two, not exactly friendly as they trapped Hunter with magical vines and then trapped Gus as well when he tried to save his friend in vain

-

There was monarchy before Belos, Willow's dads ☝️

Gus and Hunter were taken to their castle and it was a relief to know that they actually wanted to ask for help

They told the sad story that their daughter, the princess of the Islands, had been trapped for years in a tower surrounded by the boiling sea and with a Selkidomus guarding the entrance and preventing anyone from saving her 'cause she mistook Willow for one of her babies lol

and no one was able to save her, but Hunter could!!!!!

"you've already tried the most powerful witches on the island and now you're sending me to die there too?"

"aren't you already dead?"

"... touché. I go, but uhhhhh prohibit entry into Palistrom Forest"

"why??"

"'cause they are... deforesting... and in a few years there will be a shortage..?"

"makes sense. we have a deal then"

"can I go rescue the princess too? and get free passage to the forest as a reward?"

Hunter said no, the kings said yes, Gus only heard yes

And they walked a loooong way to get to the beach, being able to see the tower in the distance in the middle of the boiling sea as if it were a small island

Hunter tested getting close to the water, not hesitating to put his hand in there and notice that he didn't burn himself, Grimwalker advantages

Gus created a boat of abomination so himself can float to the tower along with Hunter who just went on his own, being received by an angry Selkidomus out of distrust but who was quickly tamed by an illusion-spell mixed with beast keeping magic from Gus that made her believe that they were also her babies, letting them pass and enter (The "heroes" that were sent earlier were trying to fight the poor Selkidomus, a waste of time)

"it was more easy with you"

"I did nothing"

"I would do nothing either if I were alone, thanks for the moral support"

"I still feel useless... but you're welcome..?"

NOW they're bros, and meet the third future member of the inseparable trio

-

Willow is a Grimwalker too, obviously, she wears contact lenses both to be able to see without needing glasses and to change the magenta color of her eyes to green

She wasn't exactly expecting to be saved (when they arrived, she was trying to escape) but was relieved when she saw the two coming to get her out of there

As they were on the boat heading back to the sand, Hunter noticed Willow touching and playing with the water while they were on the boat and thought about warning her about the obvious fact that it was boiling, but she didn't seem to be affected so he stayed quiet

Gus and Willow? Instant friends, she enjoyed being treated like something other than royalty and liked having someone to talk to after so long

Hunter just like to listen them, during that long journey he discovered himself as a great listener

And they weren't so bad, he didn't hate them, in fact, he liked the company, a little

-

And so we have in a hasty summary:

Willow giving a little lesson to the jerks who bullied Gus before and being named the coolest of the group without needing even an ounce of magic, CAMPS, Everyone venting about their traumas, Huntlow moment with them cutting each other's hair after an accident and talking about his scars and her broken crown, Gus being a brat but a great cupid for them, Flowers and fruit and backhanded compliments 'cause Hunter doesn't know how to flirt

AND theeeeen

"c'mon! you like him and he DEFINITELY likes you too, he's pretty obvious! what's so complicated about that?"

"that would never work, donkey! how could anyone like someone who isn't even a real witch?! a real person? this is not natural..."

Willow was talking about herself, trying to pretend she didn't care, AND GUESS WHO LISTENED?? YEAH HUNTER IS NOT OKAY NOW

-

Another summary:

Discussion and separation, Willow was like Elsa singing "For the First Time in Foreveeeer" and trying to focus on being in the present, back at the castle, to the role of princess and... Without her friends, Hunter just wanted to go back to being a lone wolf but obviously Gus wouldn't let him, he clears up the misunderstanding, Hunter discovers she's a Grimwalker too, another little argument before they sort themselves out and HOOOLD HANDS and then group hug

They keep meeting in the Palistrom forest as a sacred place for them and as if the rest of the world doesn't exist and they don't have to worry about anything while they are together, just being free and having fun and being young

YAY HAPPY ENDING!!!!!

wait, has it been 22 years since Shrek released? ☠️

#the owl house #toh #fanart #au #shrek au #toh au #hunter toh #willow park #gus porter #huntlow #I dunno how I wrote all this in minutes #emerald trio

[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

Always and Forever My Truest: Chapter 2

(A/N): Hey everyone! Surprised myself with writing chapter 2 so quickly, but after writing the first chapter I think I really got my mood back for the series. By the looks of it I think it’ll really start kicking off in chapter 3 or so. I hope you guys like chapter 2! Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist, and thank you for all the support on my writing!

Word Count: 1,300-ish

Summary: Anniversary planning is never easy, especially when it’s your 453rd anniversary. Now the reader must be the one to deal with annoying Alexanders and the new information about a long lost Alexander female was just be brought to light.

Warnings: dub-con, forced marriage, polygamy, possible Stockholm syndrome?, obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere-ish Walter de Ville, dom/sub relationship, abuse of power, threats—warnings to be added. Let me know if I missed anything.

18+ MINORS DNI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I DON’T NEED TO GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU’RE A MINOR READING STUFF YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING!!! THANX

Disclaimers: I do not own The Invitation or any of the characters within the movie. You know what is and isn’t mine.

Walter de Ville x Wife!Reader

~Present day in 2022~

~(Y/N) P.O.V~

Roses. Traditional and elegant, but so unoriginal. Possibly the bleeding heart flower? The master would certain find that choice amusing. Then again, there is Cherry Blossoms. Representing renewal, which is befitting given the celebration.

‘Oh, but we had those for our 342nd Anniversary!’ I thought in frustration, huffing out a sigh. ‘Where is the creativity. The awe factor!’

The event coordinator must have sensed my rapidly rising irritation, as I shuffled through the damn flower books, and she scrambled to suggest more flower ideas. “There is always Locus flowers, Lady De Ville! They would certainly make a statement and the setting—”

“No.” I stated, indifference overcoming my composure. “No, I just don’t understand I suppose. You’ve had days and days to prepare and nothing you have shown me has yet to impress me in the slightest. Perhaps, I was wrong in believing you fit for the task…”

I stare her down as she struggles to find words in her defense. It was amusing in a way. Despite how I am in the presence of my husband, I cast off an entirely different persona in the presence of the public. A persona to rival that of the master. It’s certainly an entertaining sight for my Lord Love to watch as I interact with people. My mother always said, “who we are and who we have to be, are sometimes to completely different things.”

‘Words that I live by to this day.’  I mused to myself.

The coordinator still has yet to find solid footing and I grow tired of her incompetence. I close my eyes in disappointment and turn to leave the gardens before an innocent voice cuts through the air.

“Wait (Y/N/N)! Look at these flowers, Jade Vines.” Lucy called out, turning to me with a picture of turquoise blue flowers. ‘They certainly were stunning and most of all unconventional’ I pondered. I beckon her closer and she came bounding over, blonde curls bouncing softly with her every movement.

I hear the coordinator finally find her irksome voice, “Yes, Jade Vines would be an excellent choice! They are exotic flowers from the Philippines and considered one of the world’s most rare flowers, if not the rarest.”

I drown out her voice as a study the picture before I cast my gaze up to Lucy’s anticipated facial expression. I finally smile as I speak, “Yes, the Jade Vines would be perfect!” Lucy lets out an excited squeak. “Well done, Lucy.”

I bestow a soft endearing look to her as her face lights up at the praise and she bounces in her place. Viktoria can be so impatient with Lucy, bossing her about, and sometimes being just downright cruel. When Viktoria isn’t bullying her she simply ignores Lucy as if she isn’t even there. It saddens me to think that Lucy believes that no one cares for what she has to say. I do though, and I gladly listen her rambling. It’s nostalgic in a way as it reminds me of a younger me. A human me.

“Perhaps, I should place Lucy in charge of my anniversary event.” I glare at the other woman, who once again finds herself lost for words. “Don’t disappoint me again.” Which she vehemently nods in fear.

With that I swiftly turn and depart from the gardens. I’m almost inside when Renfield stops me on the spacious patio. He bows before rising to speak, “My deepest apologies for disturbing your planning, Lady De Ville. However, Oliver Alexander made an unannounced visit with what he claims is urgent news.”

I give Renfield an inquisitive and uncertain look before I fall back into my normal façade, “and tell me, why is this not being brought forth to the master?” I inquire, with a condescending head tilt.

“He has several important meetings lined up today, Mistress. Forgive me, I tried to send him away to return on a better day, but he insisted if he could not see the Master then he wished to speak to the Mistress.”

I heavily sighed before making my way towards my personal library. “Very well. Send him to my study in 10 minutes.”

“Certainly, Lady De Ville.” Renfield bowed, despite my turned back, and departed to collect Oliver Alexander.”

~(Y/N)’s Library~

I read over a few business project proposals and bank statements for some of the Castellan companies, before a steady knock sounds from the library doors. My golden hued eyes slowly trail over to the doors in disinterest. “Come in.”

Renfield swiftly opens the doors and makes way for Oliver. I internally roll my eyes, as Oliver gives me a dopey smile and bows in respect. He has always been a weasel and he truly had no favor with me at all. That’s why Walter tended to deal with him, so as not to upset me in any way. Speaking of which I didn’t need this boy here a moment longer than necessary.

“I hope your news is as urgent as you claim it to be, Oliver. You know I have little patience for those who waste my time.” My golden irises sharpen in a dangerous manner, to which the boy begins to squirm under.

“Yes of course, Lady De Ville. I wouldn’t dare dream of it. Though it truly is a marvelous occurrence and—”

“Out with it, Alexander!” I hissed, feeling my teeth elongate.

“We have discovered a female of the Alexander bloodline. Evie Alexander.” He fearfully blurted out.

This was quite a discovery. A very important one. All the bloodlines were bound in ancient magic to my Lord Love and the bloodlines worked together like a well oiled machine to insure prosperity and protection. Perhaps before the master and I were married, the prospect of offering a bride to the master held meaning, but that was no longer the case. At least not since he and I were wed and had became one. Now it was about keeping the bloodlines in line and doing our bidding under the illusion that their daughters held value. In truth, now all the families really did was help keep our identities and true nature from the light of truth. The brides from the other three bloodlines were really just incentive for the other bloodlines to behave and not induce the ire of my Lord Love.

With this new leverage over the Alexanders, we would be sure to have them under thumb once more. The only questionable matter is whether this girl was actually of the Alexander bloodline. I slowly stood from desk chair before leisurely gliding over to where Oliver stood.

“How exactly are you sure this so called long lost relative is truly of the Alexander bloodlines?” I asked, sweet sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“It was discovered through a DNA testing company that helps you discover people related to you.” He said, in excitement.

I nod as he finished speaking and waited on bated breath for my response, “Well, this is certainly a discovery. However, more research must be done into this girl. The Master must know as soon as possible, and I will be the one to inform him. Have you contacted this Evie?”

He shook his head and I nodded my approval. “Good. Make sure it remains so until I speak with my husband and he has decided what to do next. Only then will we commence with any plans.”

He gave me another idiotic smile and I gave a silent huff as I glared at him. “We shall be in touch very soon. You are dismissed.”

He bowed and quickly made way for the doors. I spun around to look out the enormous windows as my mind wanders off in thought.

‘Things are about to get a lot more difficult. This Evie was not raised like Viktoria, Lucy, and I. She is a different breed entirely, and certainly not one to be underestimated.’

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I've been looking everywhere for hermitcraft writers, I have so many ideas they race through my head so fast.

(More than okay to ignore this!!)

Can I get something with Sculk! CubFan? Maybe just some fluff with the reader being concerned for his health with all the Sculk over his body. I'm so normal about Sculk Cub I swear.

Have a good one :]]

I'm sorry i made him ALL too cheeky but I couldn't help myself,, I feel like he would be such a tease when he is all possessed. He knows the power he has man...

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You were not usually someone to judge. Hermitcraft was filled with weird people, so when one of them showed some kind of ideation, it wasn’t really your place to say anything, now was it? You had your own crazy schemes and ideas all the time, and you are about 99% sure that most of the time everyone around you thought you were insane too, and no one got on your back about it. That’s just how it was, it was a server made for talented and crazy people to just do what they do. So, you were not going to judge any of them. Especially not when the individual you had in mind also happened to be the cutest person in the whole wide world. 

Cub apparently picked up quite a bit of sickness from Empires. Or at least that’s what everyone else was saying. You, being the better person that you were, didn’t like to refer to it like that. Sure, Cub had changed quite a bit since the whole rift situation, but he seemed to be fine and again, why would you judge the cutest guy you knew? If he was happy, then sure were you. But that’s not what started to concern you. First, it was the sleeping less. You could deal with a bit of insomnia, people have that. You’re not really someone who fusses over the small things. But then slowly something started happening to his body. It was colder to the touch, is what you noticed. When you’d asked him if he was alright, he had told you he was doing great so you’d shrugged that off too. But when these little blue vines started to appear on his body, as well as his skin becoming gray, leaning on black, that’s where you drew the line. 

You’d not even noticed how bad it had gotten, you realized, staring at his arms and hands instead of his face as he talked to you. To be honest, you could barely concentrate on a single word that came out of his mouth. While you were considering if you were even going to mention it, because of how he always went on about how great he felt, he must have seemed to notice that you were not listening to a single thing he was saying, cause he put a hand on your shoulder to try and alert you to himself. “You’re obviously not listening, are you?” He then asked, and you blushed in embarrassment, as you were caught red handed. He laughed, and his eyes glowed an unnatural shade of blue, a huge contrast to his usually brown eyes. “Don’t laugh, Cub! I was distracted, it’s not your fault either.” You pleaded, trying to explain to him that it had nothing to do with him. You never wanted to make him feel like he wasn’t interesting to you, when he was the most interesting person you knew.

“What’s gotten your attention, then?” He asked, looking around the Empires’ server, acting like he was trying to spot whatever had caught your attention, when he knew nothing interesting was going to be around. Except him, of course. That’s when you decided to bring his state of being to his own attention. “To be quite honest with you, Cub, you’re looking rather different. I know you say you’re feeling great and all, but I’m not sure you’re being honest with me.” You told him, and he cycled through quite a few different emotions before a smirk came to his face. You knew that it meant trouble, cause it was the same smirk he always got when he was about to cause some kind of mischief. 

“I can’t prove to you I am okay, unless, of course…” He leaned in, putting his hand on the wall behind you to support himself with how close he was leaning to you. You knew he was doing it in an attempt to fluster you, and you were determined to not let him get to you. You wanted this to be serious. You wanted to make sure he was genuinely okay. “You’d like to get sculky with me?” He finished, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. Scoffing, you pushed him back into a fully standing position by lightly shoving your hand against his chest. “I think you’re deflecting now, Cub.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him to know you were being serious. This was not a sculk shilling moment, this was a moment between you two. 

“I’ve already told you I’m doing great. And now that I’ve listened, buttercup, now it’s your turn.” He said, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. He was having an attitude today, and you didn’t know if it was being in another server, the sculk growing on him, or just the fact you’d been less than attentive. All you knew was that for some reason, whenever he touched you, your little cheeks would warm up and go all red. And this attitude was making him do it all the more. “You know, if you joined me, there would be many perks.” He said, smiling devilishly down at you. He was going to try to sell you the idea of sculk again, but he was doing a good job because you were all but ensnared by how curious you were about what perks he might have been referring to. “Like what?” You couldn't help but ask, wanting to know where he was getting at. Or maybe you already knew and just really wanted him to touch you more and make your cheeks all warm and your tummy all fuzzy. 

If it was even possible, he drew you closer by your waist, leaning his head slightly into the crook of your neck to whisper to you. “Do you want me to show you, buttercup?” He asked, his voice slow and slightly lower than usual. You knew what he was doing, but it just made you feel so nice and tingly, how were you supposed to stop him when this was something that you’d always wanted. If nothing else, you would thank whatever possessed the man for the confidence he gained. Hopefully, when this was all over (everyone was going to cure him eventually) he’d still have this confidence so you could finally stop dancing around each other. Having been caught up in your own thoughts, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt his hot breath on your neck, all too close. “I’m gonna need you to answer me, buttercup.” He said, leaving you with goosebumps all over your body. You don’t know where the pet name even came from either, but this was all too much to handle.

“Stooopp, Cub. I’m not going to join you.” You whine, placing your hands on both his shoulders and leaning back a bit to at least try and make some kind of distance again so that you wouldn’t start melting. Staring at you, that dumb smile still on his face, he suddenly surprised you by leaning in and planting a small kiss on your cheek. “That’s okay, even if you never come around, I’d still be around you.” 

You could have melted and died right there. Maybe this sculk thing wasn’t all that bad.

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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

risky business

pairing: eddie munson x reader

chapter two: what was supposed to be a ground breaking story has now turned into a living nightmare as *yn* *yln* tries to grapple with her new found knowledge of the upside down. eddie's mind is also preoccupied, although he's more focused on dealing with the realisation he's prettyyy sure he's just met his soulmate.

notes: part 2 to 'Bat Outta Hell' which you can read here.

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"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler."

"Come on, I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to."

*yn* was vaguely aware of Nancy and Robin's voices behind her as her eyes darted over every corner of the Wheeler residence. It was the first time in the last three days that she'd had time to focus on the finite details.

It really was exactly like Hawkins, down to the pictures on the walls and the horrible cushion covers on the couch. A carbon copy, apart from the replacement of living, breathing humans with monsters carved from her nightmares.

"*yn*? You comin'?"

The sound of her name finally forced *yn* to drag her attention away from her surroundings.

"Yeah." She nodded stiffly when she saw Nancy studying her from the top of the stairs.

"You ok?" Steve asked her as she began her ascension.

"Yeah just still trying to process the whole vecna, upside down, eleven, demadog, mind flayer, billy hargrove possession, rat explosion thing - you know?"

"Ooh don't forget the guy who cut his own eye balls out in the mental hospital!" Robin piped up from behind her as they followed Nancy into her room.

"Right of course, how could I forget."

"Oh and the Russians." Robin continued as they watched Nancy pull out a shoe box from her closet.

Of course, who could forget that Hawkins new, shiny mall had actually been an undercover base for the soviet union.

"Uh those aren't guns." Eddie stated as a pair of white ballet flats stared up at them.

"Maybe you put them somewhere else?" *yn* suggested as her eyes wandered over every inch of Nancy's room.

"There's a six year old in the house, I know where I keep my guns. Besides I threw this pair away years ago." Nancy retorted but *yn* was already preoccupied as she shone her torch across the walls.

"I didn't pick you as a Tom Cruise fan." *yn* grinned as she spotted the glimpses of a poster underneath a vine.

"Wha- I got rid of that years ago." Nancy flustered as she came to stand beside *yn*.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, this is a safe space Wheeler. Besides he is very dreamy." *yn* teased.

"He is?" Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest, unable to hide his jealousy as he stared at the upside down's version of Tom Cruise. His question made *yn* gawk as she swung around to look at him.

"Have you seen risky business?"

"Yeah but-"

"This wallpaper-" Nancy interrupted the pair as her eyes darted around. "This is old wallpaper. And this mirror- this went to a yard sale." She was almost manic as she gestured to objects in her room.

"And you-" Her eyes landed on a soft toy placed on the edge of her bed. "You are not supposed to be here." She picked up the toy, gripping it tightly to her chest as she moved around her bed. "I gave you to cousin Joanna two years ago."

The other three watched her intently as she discarded the toy and grabbed a notebook from her bedside table.

"What is it?" Eddie asked as they watched her frantically flip through the pages.

"Nance, you're freaking me out." Robin continued as Nancy's fingers stilled and her eyes scanned the pages.

"I think the reason that my guns aren't here is because they don't exist yet."

"Well that's helpful." *yn* remarked.

"This diary should be full of entries - it's not." Nancy explained as she swung around to face them. "The last entry is November 6th 1983. The day Will went missing. The day the gate opened....we're in the past."

*yn*'s eyes grew wide as she tried to digest Nancy's words, her head spinning as it tried to make sense of yet another twist in the apparently never ending story that was Hawkins and the upside down.

"Guess I'll add time travel to my list then." She murmured causing all eyes to fall on her.

"Dustin!" Steve's frantic voice wafting up the stairs prevented from anyone responding to her. Instead they all turned and sprinted back down the stairs towards his shouts.

Eddie was the last to leave Nancy's room, his eyes finding the poster on the wall once more.

"Tom Cruise... really?" He muttered bitterly as he shot the image a glare before hurrying after the others.

Eddie knew he should be focused on more important things, like getting out of an alternate dimension in one piece. But now all he could think about was *yn* *yln* and the fact that she might just be his soulmate.

He kept waiting for the penny to drop, for her to say something that would make his turn his nose up in disgust and say "ha! I knew you were too good to be true *yn* *yln*" but so far nothing she could do or say seemed to have that effect. The fact she enjoyed risky business and thought Tom Cruise was dreamy should have sent him running for the hills, but instead he was jealous. And of Tom Cruise of all people.

In all honesty, it was kind of annoying. It was like she was some sort of virus that had nestled its way under his skin, burying itself into his consciousness.

And according to Steve Harrington, there was no cure.

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter in fact."

"Wait Henderson said that?"

"Oh shit yeah, kid wooorships you dude like, you have no idea." Eddie answered as he stepped over a log.

"It's kind of annoying to be honest, like I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks but uhh guess I got a little jealous Steve." He continued as he shot Steve a smirk.

"I guess I just couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him and not a douche?" Eddie paused for dramatic effect as he shook his head.

"No way man, that like goes against all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine. But I uh- guess I need to start rethinking that doctrine now after you and-" Eddie cut himself off as his eyes flitted to *yn*'s figure in front of them.

Steve followed his gaze, shining his torch on *yn* who was currently chatting animately with Robin ahead of them.

"Yeah *yn*'s pretty cool." Eddie would have gotten jealous if it wasn't for the knowing smirk on Steve's lips and the way his brow quirked up as he glanced back at him.

"Dude she's more than cool she's -" Eddie cut himself off as he stared at *yn* once more. "She's smart and funny and ridiculously hot and popular all while being metal as hell, like that combination in a chick should not exist. It's scientifically impossible." Eddie shook his head in disbelief as he watched *yn* tilt her head back and laughed at something Robin had said. The sight made his stomach twist in all kinds of weird and whacky knots.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" Eddie came to a sudden stop as he swivelled around to face Steve.

"What?" Steve's eyes grew wide as he tried to digest Eddie's question.

"You know soulmates, true love - all that crap." Eddie continued, his hands flailing as he spoke. "Because I personally am like the most cynical dude on the planet right? but right now I am pretty much convinced that that lady-" Eddie was talking again before Steve even had time to open his mouth to respond. Eddie paused as his eyes lingered on *yn* for a few moments.

"Do you think she's a witch?" Eddie turned back to Steve. "I feel like she's a witch."

"What-"

"Because she already likes metal music and according to everyone that means she's practically a hop skip and a jump away from being a full blown witchcraft practicing satan worshipper. Maybe she's the real deal, maybe she's cast some sort of spell on me."

"Eddie."

Finally Eddie took a breath as he looked at Steve imploringly.

"I am pretty damn sure *yn* *yln* is not a witch."

"How sure?"

"What?"

"You said pretty sure - how sure is that? Like on a scale of 1 to 100 where does 'pretty sure' fall? 60? 40? Cause that makes a big difference Steve."

Steve inhaled sharply as he pinched the bridge of his nose in between his fingers. "Like 99 percent sure Eddie. She's not a witch, you just like her."

Eddie let out a humourless chuckle and shook his head. "I like the chocolate pudding at the cafeteria." His hands were his hips as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I like scaring the crap out of Jason Carver and his little jock friends. This isn't liking something this is-" He cut himself off once more as his eyes involuntarily dragged back to *yn*.

"This is like, I can't think about anything else or want to think about anything else and don't know what to do about it." A sympathetic and understanding look flashed across Steve's face.

"Yeah I know that feeling." He muttered.

"How do you stop it?"

Steve's gaze lingered on Nancy as Eddie spoke.

"You don't."

*yn* could hear the others talking amongst themselves as Dustin Henderson gave them instructions on how to escape the upside down. Her attention however was solely on the iridescent particles that wafted up from the light source placed on the bed in front of them.

She leant forward and let her hand drift through the translucent layer, a warm tingly feeling spreading across her skin as the particles brushed against it.

Her eyes flitted to Eddie who seemed equally as mesmerised by the sight in front of them. The light cast an orangey-golden glow on his face, illuminating his large brown eyes and the rest of his features. He looked almost ethereal.

"Eddie, how far's your trailer?" Nancy's question snatched *yn*'s view away from her as Eddie turned away from the light.

"Seven miles."

"Nance, I know your house is like weirdly frozen in time and shit but... haven't you always had bikes?"

There was a pause after Robin's words as Nancy peeled through her memories trying to remember how things used to be, "yeah." She finally answered. "Some in the garage and a few in the basement I think."

"I'll go check the garage. Let's meet out front in ten." *yn* was up and heading towards the stairs before anyone could argue.

"I guess I'll check the basement then."

"I'll come with you."

Steve followed after Nancy as they made their way to the basement, leaving Eddie and Robin seated on the bedroom floor.

Silence filled the room as Eddie leant back and cast his eye over the room.

"Do you think Tom Cruise is dreamy?"

Robin raised a brow at his question. "Dude you're barking up the wrong tree with that one."

Eddie's brow narrowed as he twisted his bottom lip in between his index finger and thumb, his eyes fixed once more on the risky business poster.

"You should go check on *yn*."

The mention of her name made Eddie break out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly a few times as he stared at Robin.

"See if she needs help...." Robin trailed off as she stared at him suggestively. She was only met with a confused expression.

"With the bikes." Robin emphasised.

"Oh right, yeah." Eddie swallowed nervously as he nodded. "Good idea, I'll go do that."

Robin shook her head in amusement as she watched him scramble up to his feet. "I'll uh-" He ran a hand through his matted hair, "I'll go check and see if she needs help with the uh- with the bikes."

A tight lipped smile twisted onto Robin's lips as she raised her brows and nodded her head in encouragement.

"You do that."

Eddie nodded, sending her an awkward smile before he made his way outside.

He rubbed his sweaty palms on the front of his black jeans as he stepped outside. His heart was racing as he neared the garage and spied *yn* pulling out one of the bikes.

"C'mon Munson." He mumbled. He was Eddie "the freak" Munson, alleged cult leader and social outcast. If he could survive persecution by the entire town of Hawkins, he could talk to *yn* *yln*.

So with that he puffed up his chest, twisted his skull ring one last time and approached her.

"You need a hand princess?"

"Princess?" A small smirk twisted up onto her lips as her eyes locked with his.

On second thought, maybe Eddie would prefer to take on the entire population of Hawkins instead.

"The 'of darkness' is implied." His answer made her chuckle as she turned back to grip the handle bars of one of the bikes.

"If you don't like it I can-"

"No." She cut him off quickly as she turned back to him. "I like it." Eddie swore that despite the dark veil that the upside down threw over everyone and everything, he could see a blush rise up on her cheeks.

"Do you have a nickname?"

"Uhhh, if you count 'long haired freak' or 'satanist' as nicknames then yeah, I've got loads."

*yn*'s nose wrinkled in displeasure as he listed off all of the names. It didn't feel right calling him a freak, not anymore, not even as a joke. Not now that she knew what he was really like. He deserved a better nickname than that, but she just didn't know what.

Eddie seemed to sense her discomfort, taking a step forward as he shoved his hands into his back pockets.

"Just Eddie is fine."

His answer seemed to satisfy *yn* as a tight lipped smile curled up onto her lips.

"Alright 'just Eddie'." She teased, emphasising his name. It was the first time that she had actually said his first name out loud. It sounded good coming from her lips. It would sound even better if she was-

"I could actually use a hand." *yn*'s voice interrupted his thoughts as she pulled one of the bikes out. Eddie grinned back at her as he took one of the bikes from her.

"At your service, princess."

With that the pair pushed the two bikes out of the garage and back to the front of the house. Steve, Robin and Nancy were already there, bikes by their sides.

"Alright, we're all good?" Steve asked once the pair had joined them, glancing around the group who nodded back at him.

"Let's get the hell out of here."

*yn* gripped the handlebars tightly as she swung up onto the seat, one foot resting on the ground and the other on the peddle, ready to push off. Her eyes flitted to Eddie beside her to see he too was ready to go.

A devilish grin spread across her lips as the pair locked eyes.

"I'll race you to your trailer."

Eddie's fingers clenched around the handlebars in response, the metal of his rings glinting back at her. A wild grin spread across his lips, reaching his eyes as they shone with anticipation.

"Oh you are so on princess."

"Hey!" She called out as he took off without warning. Her mouth slack in disbelief as she watched Eddie Munson blatantly cheat right before her eyes.

"Oh you are going down Munson." All traces of humour fled from *yn*'s features as her jaw set in a determined clench and she used her left foot to launch the bike forward.

She could hear the others calling out after her as she began to pedal as fast as her legs would allow. Their voices faded into the distance as she caught up to Eddie, so close that she could almost reach out and tug on his hair.

She kept her pace for the rest of the ride, allowing him to lead the way and burn through his energy supply. That was until he took a right turn into the trailer park.

"It's right here." He shouted out to the others.

She grinned as she used his moment of distraction to dash in front of him, causing him to let out a shout of surprise.

"Oh no you don't."

Her grip on the handlebars was so tight now that her knuckles were bone white as she raced ahead, his trailer only metres away. Once she was close enough she slammed her foot down onto the ground, causing her bike to come to a teetering stop.

She leapt over one side, abandoning the bike where it fell as she sprinted towards the trailer. She let out a triumphant shout as she slammed her hand against the trailer door, signifying her victory.

"And that's how you do it." She grinned as she twirled around to face her opponent.

"Well played *yln*, well played." Eddie bowed in defeat causing her grin to widen.

"I want one of your records." She declared, placing her hands on her hips.

"Come again?"

"I know you must have some classics stashed away somewhere." Her words made Eddie raise a brow sceptically.

"As a prize for winning, I get to go through your collection and pick whichever record I want." She explained as she took a step towards Eddie.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I recall agreeing to these conditions." Eddie was unable to hide his amusement as he studied her.

"You cheating by taking a head start was your agreement Munson." *yn* challenged, crossing her arms in front of chest as she stared up at him.

"Fine." He let out a dramatic huff of defeat. "After all of this you can come over and loot my prized possessions." He grumbled, although the smile on his lips didn't match his tone. *yn* grinned at her victory, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she studied him.

"I can't wait."

There was a pause as he studied her, his eyes involuntarily darting to her lips before meeting her gaze once more.

"That's gotta be some sort of record." Robin's voice caused the pair to step away from each other as the other three arrived. "Most miles travelled inter-dimensionally." She continued as she reached Eddie and *yn*.

"Right this way ladies and gents." Eddie greeted them as he opened up the door to his trailer to lead them inside.

The five of them piled inside, their eyes all immediately flying to the red glowing hole on the ceiling.

"God damn." Steve breathed out as they all stared up at the gate.

"This is where Chrissie died, like right where she died." Eddie explained.

"This looks exactly like the one where Fred died too." *yn* murmured as she took a step closer to inspect it. It was an exact replica, the exact same one that she'd pushed herself through in the search for an eye catching headline.

"I think there's something in it." Robin murmured.

The five both crept closer as they saw a small bulge appear in the centre of the gate.

"What the hell is that..."

They all leapt back and shouted as the gooey seal covering the gate burst open, spraying gunk all over the floor. A stick suddenly appeared, removing the remainder of the seal away.

Natural light spilled into the trailer as they all shrunk back, warily waiting for something or someone to strike. When nothing happened the five exchanged glances before slowly edging forward.

*yn* held her breath as the other side of the gate finally came into view.

"No way." She heard Steve say from beside her as she stared up to see the normal version of Eddie's trailer occupied by four kids.

"Hi!" One grinned waving excitedly, who *yn* deduced to be Dustin Henderson.

*yn* could hear the others shouting greetings back as they all waved in return.

"Holy shit this is trippy." Robin awed.

"Um, who the hell is that?" The youngest of the four whom *yn* didn't recognise spoke pointing directly at *yn*.

*yn* turned to Robin, confusion on her features as she tried to piece together who was who. "That's Erica, Lucas Sinclair's younger sister. And the other's are Max, Dustin and Lucas." Robin explained.

"Right..." *yn* nodded as the names sparked recognition from when Robin had animately tried to explain every single event that had occurred in the last three years.

It was still almost impossible to get her head around that so many teenagers were involved in the cover up of the existence of an alternate dimension.

"Hello?" Erica called out once more when she didn't receive a response.

"It's *yn* *yln*!" Robin shouted back.

Erica rose a brow at the unfamiliar name, looking around at the others to see if they recognised it.

"Wait *yn* *yln* as in...." Lucas trailed off as he thought back to conversations with the basketball team. Her name had definitely been mentioned before.

"Valedictorian?" Lucas shouted back causing all eyes to fall on *yn*.

"Hopefully!" Was *yn*'s response as she watched the kids murmur amongst themselves.

"I'm sorry, who the hell is this?" Max asked.

"*yn* *yln* she's the editor of the school paper, on track to be valedictorian." Lucas answered. "The guys on the team talked about her sometimes." He hurriedly added when he saw the less than impressed look on Max's features.

"I'm sorry what the fuck is the valedictorian doing in the upside down?" Dustin exaserbated.

"Hey dweebs! Time for gossiping later, yeah?" Steve demanded as he glared up impatiently.

"Geez alright fine, not like I just saved your ass or anything." Dustin grumbled as he moved forward to grab the rope he'd made out of bedsheets.

"Get the mattress."

With that Max and Lucas hurried to grab the mattress they'd pulled from Eddie's room - bringing it out to lay directly underneath the gate.

"Those stains are um..." Eddie trailed off as he stared up at the mattress. "I don't know what those stains are."

Robin and *yn* exchanged amused glances as they watched Dustin stand above them, rope in hand.

"Not sure how these physics are gonna work but uh- here goes nothing." With that Dustin threw the rope through the gate.

The five watched as gravity kicked in and it hung down from the gate above them. Dustin gave it a tug, a grin spreading across his lips.

"And if my theory is correct...." with that he tentatively let go, the rope staying in place all by itself.

"These kids are way too smart for their own good." *yn* shook her head, completely mesmerised at the gravitational phenomenon that was occurring in front of them.

"You don't know the half of it." Steve remarked as he tugged on the rope to confirm that it was secure.

"This is the craziest shit I've ever seen in my entire life." *yn* heard Erica say from above them.

She had to agree with that one.

"Guess I'm the guinea pig." Robin spoke as she leapt up onto the rope, using her upper body strength to pull her up towards the hole. They watched with bated breath as she crossed through the gate, gravity suddenly pulling her down towards the mattress.

"Holy shit." Robin exclaimed as she slammed onto the mattress. "Thank god, that was fun." She chuckled as Dustin helped her up, relief flooding through the others at the sight of her smile.

The remaining four glanced around at each other, seeing who would go next.

"I'll go." *yn* offered when the other three stood silent and unmoving. She glanced up at the rope, gritting her teeth as she gripped the sheets firmly.

"Here goes nothing." She murmured before pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around the rope. She shimmied up, grimacing as she pulled herself up towards the gate.

The second her body left the upside down, gravity clung to her upper body, begging to drag her down onto the mattress. She squeezed her eyes shut and let go, letting gravity do its job as she felt her back hit the mattress with a thud.

"Jesus." *yn* chuckled breathlessly at the rush of adrenaline that pulsed through her. "That was fun." *yn* agreed as Robin extended a hand for her to take.

As she rose to her full height she glanced around to see four sets of eyes all staring back at her curiously.

"Hi." She smiled, "I'm *yn*."

"Yeah we heard." Max answered flatly.

"How the hell did you end up in the upside down?" Erica questioned.

"Incoming!" Eddie called out from above them before *yn* could answer. *yn* stepped out of the way just in time before Eddie came crashing down onto the mattress with a loud thud.

"That really is fun." He grinned, brushing his hair out of his face as *yn* bent down and offered her hand.

"Don't suppose we have time to go through those records now huh?" His eyes crinkled upwards as his smile widened at her response, his hand clasping over hers.

"Not a chance princess." The nickname made butterflies form in her stomach, her heart rate increasing as his thumb ghosted over the top of her hand and she realised how close they were standing together once he was on his feet.

"Uh..." Dustin's eyes darted between the pair his brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry what the hell have I missed here?"

*yn*'s lips parted in surprise when she realised that Dustin was talking about her and Eddie as he gestured between the two.

"Nancy!" Steve's unexpected and desperate shout made the seven of them pile onto the crowded mattress to look up, Dustin's question left abandoned.

*yn* stared up in horror at the sight of Nancy standing rooted in place, her eyes rolled back so far into her head that only the whites of her eyes were visible.

*yn* felt her heart pound against her ribcage as she glanced around the group, swallowing nervously before speaking.

"Is.. is that..."

Max nodded, confirming *yn*'s worst fears.

"Vecna."

PLEASE NOTE THIS SERIES IS NOW DISCONTINUED

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Skeppy & Quackity - Wool

The sky is blood red tonight.

It reminds him of the egg, the different hues and tones. There was no breeze with the egg though. Everything was still with the egg, a kind of atmosphere that suffocates. That traps you in and chokes you, steals everything from you, eats you alive. If he closes his eyes he is back in the egg.

Slowly dying, smothered by vines.

If he closes his eyes, he can remember the hopelessness he floated in until it turned into apathy.

However, his eyes are open. He is standing at the tower in Las Nevadas, the desert does not smother but carries a breeze throughout. There is no feeling of despair and there is no apathy, he does not yearn for Bad. They haven’t spoken in three weeks and he is fine.

He keeps his eyes open and looks ahead at the not crimson red sky. It’s more of a cherry red sky. Maybe flecks of cardinal or cerise. Not blood red and definitely not crimson. The air is clear and not suffocating and there is no smell of lava or fire or smoke.

Las Nevadas is peaceful, he decides. He can hear the music from the casino below and the chiming of the slot machines. There are footsteps behind him, someone walking up the stairs. They’re not Bad's footsteps nor are they Ants so he’s fresh out of ideas. He’s fresh out of friends on this server too, the egg possessed them all and then they were blown up.

Skeppy turns around as the footsteps come to a stop, it’s Quackity. The guy who blew up his ex-husband (?) but also was one of his best friends. One of his only friends that wasn't controlled by a sentient egg.

“Hey man, didn’t wanna scare you there” he drawls, “it’s a beautiful view isn’t it?”

“Yeah, love all the lights and scenery” he responds, “beautiful sky tonight.”

The sky is slowly fading to dark, the red draining from the sky and the chill starts to pick up. Quackity lights a cigarette next to him, exhaling slowly out to the night sky. It almost feels like he’s back in the egg. But this time there’s someone with him, he never had the strength to stand then so maybe that's the difference between the egg and now. He can stand.

“Hey uh, whatever happened with Bad?” Quackity starts, “he’s been living with Foolish but I swear you two had a place together.”

Skeppy grits his teeth together. Quackity means no harm, he’s just making conversation. There’s no need to think of the egg and the vines and the voices. Right now he’s here looking at the view.

“Yeah we had a house together,” Skeppy starts “we’re kinda not seeing each other because of the whole egg thing y’know?”

“Right, damn that sucks.”

“Yeah” he looks off into the distance, the sky looks nice now that it’s dark. The casino lights paint a picture in the sky, almost like an Aurora Borealis.

“Well if it helps, I think he’s doing better” Quackity begins, “he’s been trolling Foolish lately. I think it helps him not think of the egg and the prison and everything.”

“Was Bad in prison or something?” Skeppy had basically forgotten about the prison. He was too busy being trapped in a sentient egg to care or notice.

“Uh no, he uh worked for the prison” Quackity rings his hands “he guarded Dream before he escaped.”

“Oh, cool”

“Yeah cool.” Quackity takes another drag of his cigarette. He can barely smell the smoke.

There’s an awkward pause as he takes in the city. He was never one for cities or the factions of the SMP. He could never keep up with the towns that kept popping up. He hasn’t gotten out much lately, other than Hbomb showing him around.

“So, what have you been up to lately with your new found freedom?” Quackity asks, “I’m glad we’ve been able to catch up man, it’s been a while with the prison and the egg and shit.”

He inwardly sighs. I haven’t been doing much besides breathing exercises and staring at the walls in Puffys office and going on walks in hopes to see Bad. I’ve been practicing what I’ll say to him, some days it’s “I hate you and I miss you” but most days it’s “I miss you so much I can’t breathe.”

He breathes out. Clean air. No egg.

“I’ve been chilling” he says instead, “I’ve been touring the newer cities in the SMP, I didn’t realize how many people live here now. Never really realized.”

“Yeah, man there’s a lot now” Quackity grins, “what’s your top three? Other than mine of course.”

He scratches his head. His number one would always be the Badlands but that’s not exactly new or here anymore.

“I really liked the snowy one, I think Tubbo’s maybe?”

“Snowchester” Quackity snaps his fingers.

“Yep,” the sky is full of stars now. Not a red hue in sight. “Uh, I also liked Foolish’s summer home, Hbomb and I checked it out briefly.” Bad wasn’t there when he went.

“Foolish is a great builder, a little crazy and slightly manic but he’s got personality y’know? Sam built some of Las Nevadas and he’s just so boring as a business partner.” Quackity drawls, looking out at the skyline.

“Oh yeah I can imagine,” Skeppy thinks of Sam with red eyes and a dull voice, his personality consumed by the egg.

“I also liked the one with the flowers?” he tries to think of the name, “something with a K, it had mushrooms all over the place.”

“Kinoko.”

Skeppy looks up at that, Quackitys voice turned sharp and on edge.

“Yeah” he says faintly, “that’s the one.”

He thinks of the residents of Kinoko, the ones he saw briefly. Tina, with her smile and comforting energy. Callahan, with his reassuring presence, a reminder of the old days. George, his melancholic demeanor and sleepiness that has never changed. Karl, his friendliness that fell somewhat towards manic. And Sapnap, his confidence and loud voice, his eyes that kept looking towards the door.

“Weren’t you and uh Karl and Sapnap like getting married?” he asks, maybe they’ll have a joint kingdom.

“Yeah we were,” Quackity says quickly, “but things got complicated I guess.”

“Guess we’re both bachelors then,” Skeppy says, chuckling to himself, “does your ‘complicated’ involve a cult?”

Quackity chuckles before shaking his head. “Before with the prison and now running Las Nevadas, I don’t have time. No cults necessary for divorce.”

The prison, an elephant so big he doesn’t even want to address it. But if Bad worked there and Quackity went there maybe he can hear more about Bad.

“So, the prison” he starts slowly, “you go there often?”

Quackity straightens up. Gears turning in his head while he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, Sam and I were or are business partners so we would meet at the prison. Sometimes I’d visit the guards and Dream and stuff.”

“Was Bad ever there?” he turns to Quackity, studying his face. Looking for the threads that tie them together.

“Sometimes” Quackity shrugs, “He was always kind to Dream. Always used his kicked puppy voice on him, y’know the one.”

And boy does Skeppy know that voice. He misses it in a way. He thinks some days there is a Bad shaped hole in his heart, so big not even the best doctors or seamstresses could sew it back up.

“Was he a good guard?” Skeppy asks, swallowing his confession.

“Nah” Quackity huffs, leaning in, “he’s always been too soft for fighting or prison. He got fired because of the egg but I think it’s because of his empathy. He cared too much about Dream.”

“Oh” Skeppy looks out at the night sky again, “Bad’s always been like that. He’s got a big heart.”

“Yeah, he sure does.” Quackity stares off again before smiling, “enough about your ex or mine, how about we get out of the cold and go get a drink?”

“Sounds good, as long as you're paying.” he says smiling.

“Sure, sure” Quackity grins, “it’s my casino, I own the place.” he spreads his arms out, with the air of a man without a care in the world.

As they walk towards the exit, Quackity turns towards him. The night sky is beautiful behind him, the stars staring at him.

“Y’know I was meaning to ask you earlier” Quackity starts, “but Bad started a knitting club recently, it might be weird because you guys aren’t you guys anymore. But, I have leftover resources from building so I wanted to see if you wanted to come with me sometime?”

Skeppy stares out at the sky above them and the city below them. He thinks of the egg and Bad and his friends. Quackity in front of him and the messy tie that only ex-husbands could share.

Maybe knitting could be a start. Maybe trying something new could lead to a good hobby full of friends not possessed by an egg.

“Sure” he exhales, “I’ve been needing a new sweater.”

@sixteenth-day-event

#sixteenthdayevent #this is my first time writing for this fandom lol #my writing :)

[graphx]

so…that avatar show, huh?

me no likely:

they made aang leaving an accident. like he didn't deliberately try to run away from his problems, it was just coincidence on a midnight fly and he even says he will go back when he clears his head (then everyone else frames it as intentional??? Even himself???)

Kataras character literally feels like her ember island counterpart and made her perfect and I hate that she doesn't get mad at aang talent at all because she can't be TOO MEAN NOOO WHATEVER WILL WE DO IF SHE HAS FLAWS??? OR A REALISTIC REACTION TO FRUSTRATION OF NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING SHE VALUES A LOT CUZ ITS HARD??? (took away all of her development about having to be the bigger person and gave it to sokka??? Fun loving joking sokka??? Even tho it ties in with her toph conflict later?)

jet blows up things with jelly and hurt civilians but…the entire point of jet was that he hurt people who did nothing wrong and there was definitely fire benders doing something wrong so he can justify his actions?? And the entire point was that he needed to REALIZE his actions were unforgivable before moving on from his vengeance to ba sing se?But now he does nothing wrong because we can't have the pretty boy terrorist be TO00000 BAD

i get that we are supposed to emphasize the power of friendship thing in the bumi episode but it just seems like instead of aang realizing he is going to make hard choices with no right answer his friends take that decision/responsibility AWAY from him? And the point in the show is that while he cant rely on others and has to do it alone???

azula sounds like she's complaining about zuko like a normal teenager gossiping to her friends even tho her entire beach episode was emphasizing how she is NOT A REGULAR KID AND DOESNT ACT LIKE IT. Or being mad zuko got banished and got himself an opportunity? No azula only cares about her dads orders/approval at this point she doesn't take zuko seriously as a threat? She was glad he was gone and tried to take him prisoner? Complaining that she is "risking her life undercover?" Did we watch??? The same source material???

would have been so easy to show badger moles and benders but noooo lets just make them savage animals that don't react to VIBRATIONS AT ALL ya know THE EARTHBENDING TECHNIQUE

why the hell is kyoshi getting mad at aang for not fighting WHEN SHE IS TRAPPING HIM IN A DREAM TO LECTURE HIM INSTEAD OF LETTING HIM FIGHT??

Good!

Never recovering from zuko and leaves on the vine playing at the same time

at least sokka got some development?? It could have been worse tbh

I like that they explained the avatar possession stuff can only happen in certain places

my cabbages made everything worth it

giving iroh and lu ten a bit more depth! I like that everyone subtly framed it in a good way but zuko was more empathetic

im a mixed bag on how they handled suki (great to show that she is unsociable from being an isolated warrior all her life but I hated that they just…beat up sokka for no reason by taking out his misogyny arc…. And didn’t frame it as a bad enough thing?? And then they just… got over it? With no real apology? Cuz it’s fine now that they think the other one is hot!! Problems solved!!!)

i like that they made jet and kataras relationship less “ooooo hot bad boy!!!” And more a mutual relationship (then they threw it out the window for no reason cuz JET IS BAD BUT NOT TOO BAD! KATARA NEEDS TO GIRLBOSS!!!! U guys can make empathic characters while still making them bad not giving him misogyny problems he never had???)

sokka and katara sibling moments? They were okay

(I’ll update when I watch more)

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[zapreportsblog]

↳ a family of our own ↲

✭ pairing : kiri sully x na’vi fem reader

✭ fandom : avatar the way of water

✭ summary : kiri and (y/n) goes to some of the human scientists on pandora and asks them if they could be of services for helping them get pregnant by one another

✭ authors note : firstly how are you guys digging this new format? I find it kinda cute and I’ve been exploring different ways to add to my page and stories. So far I’m trying to find a format that just sticks with me, you know. But anyways kiri is older here let’s say early to mid 20’s, same can be said about you

✭ avatar the way of water masterlist

In the vibrant heart of Pandora's mystical landscape, where the intertwining vines reached for the sky and the forest hummed with life, the legacy of Jake Sully had continued to flourish. His daughter, Kiri, had grown up amidst the harmony of nature and the stories of her father's adventures among the Na'vi. She possessed the same spirit of adventure that had defined her father, her bright blue eyes reflecting the wonder of the world around her.

By the time Kiri had reached her teenage years, the threads of fate began to weave her life together with another. An arranged marriage had been set in motion, connecting her with a young Na'vi woman named (Y/N). Like Kiri, (Y/N) carried a sense of purpose and wisdom that belied her years. Their union, born of tradition and fate, had been marked when they were just fourteen cycles old.

Now, as they both stood on the cusp of adulthood in their early twenties, their bond had deepened beyond what anyone could have predicted. The ties that had bound them since childhood had grown into something profound and unbreakable, shaping their identities and guiding their futures.

Amidst the lush landscape, Kiri and (Y/N) stood beneath the towering trees. Sunlight danced through the leaves, casting a golden glow on their figures. Kiri's thoughts were as turbulent as the river's current, torn between the weight of tradition and the desires of her heart.

"(Y/N)," Kiri began tentatively, her voice carrying a mixture of anxiety and hope, "we've come so far together. Our lives have been intertwined since we were children, and now we're at a crossroads."

(Y/N) turned her gaze towards Kiri, her eyes reflecting the serenity of the forest around them. "Kiri, our lives have been shaped by the choices of those who came before us. But we also have the power to shape our own future."

Kiri nodded, her father's lessons echoing in her mind. Jake Sully had been an outsider who had become a part of the Na'vi, finding a home and family among them. His story had taught her that destiny could be molded through determination and love. She looked at (Y/N) with newfound resolve.

"(Y/N), you're right. Our bond is a testament to the strength of our connection. And just as my father embraced his destiny, we too can choose to embrace ours."

(Y/N) smiled warmly, understanding the weight of the decision they were about to make. "Kiri, let us not forget the love that has blossomed between us. If our hearts are aligned, then our path is clear."

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Kiri and (Y/N) found themselves standing on the threshold of a new beginning. The forest seemed to hold its breath, honoring the significance of their choice. With hearts intertwined and a shared history of love and growth, they stepped forward, hand in hand.

Their journey was one that held both uncertainty and promise, a journey they were ready to embrace. As the echoes of their footsteps mingled with the symphony of nature, Kiri and (Y/N) were united by the strength of their love and the knowledge that the path they chose was uniquely their own.

The soft glow of twilight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm ambience within Kiri and (Y/N)'s cozy Na'vi hut. The aroma of the evening meal filled the air as the two sat across from each other at the wooden table, their eyes meeting in a familiar dance of affection and comfort.

Kiri picked at her food, the vibrant colors of the vegetables a stark contrast to her contemplative expression. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at (Y/N). "You know, (Y/N), I've been thinking about our future."

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she put her utensils down, her attention fully on Kiri. "Our future? What's been on your mind?"

Kiri hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She took another breath and spoke softly, "Children. I've been thinking about bringing children into our lives."

A warm smile crossed (Y/N)'s lips, her eyes softening with affection. "Children would be a beautiful addition to our journey, Kiri. But, you know, given that we're both females, there's something we need to consider..."

Kiri nodded, her own smile tinged with understanding. "(Y/N), I've thought about that too. And while we might not be able to have children in the traditional sense, there are other ways we can build a family. Adoption is one option."

(Y/N)'s uncertainty seemed to melt away as she listened to Kiri's words. A mixture of relief and hope filled her gaze. "You'd be open to adoption?"

"Absolutely," Kiri replied earnestly. "Love doesn't have to be bound by blood. We can create a home filled with warmth, support, and a sense of belonging. And if there's one thing I've learned from my father's stories, it's that family is about the connections we choose to nurture."

(Y/N)'s eyes glistened with emotion, and she reached across the table to take Kiri's hand. "You're right, Kiri. Love is the foundation of family, and I want nothing more than to share that love with our children, however they come into our lives."

Kiri's heart swelled with affection as she squeezed (Y/N)'s hand. "I knew you'd understand. And together, we'll find a way to navigate this journey. Whether through adoption or other means, we'll build a family that's uniquely ours."

With a gentle smile, (Y/N) nodded in agreement. "I'm grateful to have you by my side, Kiri. Your unwavering support and love mean everything to me."

“But…what was the other option?” (Y/n) asked.

“I’m still working on that part,” laughs kiri.

As the evening breeze rustled the leaves outside, Kiri leaned across the table and planted a soft kiss on (Y/N)'s cheek. "Goodnight, (Y/N). Our journey to building a family has only just begun, and I can't wait to see where it takes us."

(Y/N)'s heart fluttered at Kiri's affectionate gesture. She returned the kiss with a warm smile. "Goodnight, Kiri. Here's to the future we're creating together."

As the moonlight cast its gentle glow upon their hut, Kiri and (Y/N) shared a moment filled with promise and love. With each passing day, they knew that their bond would continue to guide them, leading them down a path that was uniquely their own.

The next day, with the sun rising over Pandora's vibrant landscape, Kiri's determination was unshaken. She and (Y/N) walked together towards the human lab, a place that held both curiosity and apprehension for them. The colossal structures of the lab, known as "sky demons" to the Na'vi, loomed ahead.

As they entered the lab, Kiri's eyes scanned the bustling environment. She spotted a familiar face among the scientists—an older man with graying hair, reminiscent of her father's friend. A sense of nostalgia mixed with hope welled up within her.

"Dr. Anderson!" Kiri called out with a warm smile as they approached the scientist. "It's good to see you again."

Dr. Anderson turned from his work, his eyes lighting up as he recognized Kiri. "Well, if it isn't Jake's spirited daughter. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Kiri nodded, her smile bright. "It has. I hope you're doing well."

"Very well indeed," Dr. Anderson replied, his gaze shifting to (Y/N) with curiosity. "And who's this?"

"This is (Y/N)," Kiri introduced, her hand gently squeezing (Y/N)'s. "She's my partner and the love of my life."

Dr. Anderson extended his hand, a friendly smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Jake always spoke fondly of Kiri. You must be something special."

(Y/N) shook his hand with a smile. "Thank you, Dr. Anderson. It's an honor to meet someone who knows Kiri's father."

Kiri's attention returned to Dr. Anderson as her expression grew more serious. "Dr. Anderson, I have a favor to ask. One that I hope you can help us with."

The scientist leaned back, intrigued. "You have my attention, Kiri. What can I assist you with?"

Kiri took a breath, her determination unwavering. "My wife and I want to start a family. We're willing to explore every option. But we'd like to try for a child, one that carries a part of both of us, if possible."

Dr. Anderson's brows furrowed in thought as he considered Kiri's request. "I understand your desire. Biologically, it's more complex for two females. However, with our advancements in genetic research and fertility treatments, it's not entirely impossible."

Kiri's eyes brightened with hope, but she was realistic. "I know it won't be easy. But we're willing to put in the effort and the time. We want to build a family that's connected to both of us."

Dr. Anderson nodded in agreement. "It will take time and perseverance. Successful results might take months. But with dedication and a bit of luck, there's a possibility we could achieve a successful pregnancy."

(Y/N) looked at Kiri, their eyes locked with shared determination. "We're willing to do whatever it takes."

Dr. Anderson smiled warmly. "Then let's begin this journey together, shall we?"

With gratitude and newfound resolve, Kiri and (Y/N) left the lab that day, their steps echoing with a renewed sense of purpose. The path they were embarking upon might be challenging, but their love and determination were unshakeable. As they faced the future hand in hand, they knew that their journey towards building a family was a journey of hope, connection, and the unwavering support of unexpected allies.

In the lush embrace of Pandora's verdant beauty, Kiri and (Y/N) embarked on a journey unlike any other. Their shared determination to create a family of their own fueled their days with hope and excitement. Dr. Anderson, a trusted ally, became their guiding light as they entered the realm of fertility treatments.

Month one saw the dawn of a new routine. Mornings began with the sunrise filtering through the trees, casting a warm glow upon their hut. Kiri and (Y/N) rose together, united in purpose, ready to face each day with resilience.

Their visits to the human lab became a regular occurrence. Dr. Anderson orchestrated an array of tests, mapping out a precise plan tailored to their unique situation. The scientific intricacies of the process unfolded before them, overwhelming at times, yet they pressed on with unwavering resolve.

Each day brought a new challenge. Kiri and (Y/N) found themselves engulfed in a whirlwind of medical jargon, tests, and treatments. Dr. Anderson, with his steady hand and reassuring presence, guided them through it all. Daily injections became a ritual, a symbolic gesture of their commitment to the journey ahead.

As the first month progressed, the forest around them seemed to mirror their journey. Vibrant buds blossomed into delicate flowers, symbolizing the potential growth within them. Kiri and (Y/N)'s connection deepened with each shared moment, their shared dreams anchoring them to each other and their future family.

With patience as their companion, they embraced the rollercoaster of emotions that accompanied the process. There were moments of anticipation and hope, intermingled with moments of uncertainty and doubt. Yet, the bond between Kiri and (Y/N) remained unbreakable, each challenge only strengthening their resolve to overcome.

Dr. Anderson's regular check-ins provided reassurance. His calm explanations and candid conversations helped them understand the complexities of the journey they were undertaking. His genuine care for their well-being resonated deeply, creating a sense of trust that helped alleviate their concerns.

As the days of month one turned into weeks, a rhythm began to emerge. Kiri and (Y/N) found solace in each other's presence, their shared experiences forging an unbreakable connection. The injections, once foreign and intimidating, became a shared endeavor, a symbol of their unity and unwavering love.

With each passing day, Kiri and (Y/N) carried their hopes and dreams forward, embracing the challenges with courage. They knew that the path ahead would continue to test their strength, but they were determined to create a future filled with love, connection, and the joy of family. And as the forest whispered its secrets to the wind, it seemed to echo their sentiments—growth takes time, perseverance, and the unwavering belief that love can conquer all.

In the heart of Pandora's enchanting forest, Kiri and (Y/N) continued their journey toward creating a family of their own. The dawn of month two brought a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation. Each day was marked by a delicate balance of hope and patience as they navigated the intricacies of fertility treatments.

Their visits to the human lab were filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. Dr. Anderson remained their guiding light, offering unwavering support and insight into the complex processes at play. The scientific dance of hormones, injections, and tests continued, weaving their lives into a tapestry of shared experiences.

As the weeks went by, the bond between Kiri and (Y/N) grew stronger. Their unity in the face of challenges was an unspoken testament to their love. They found solace in the rhythm of their routine, in the moments of vulnerability shared during injections and tests, and in the unbreakable connection they forged.

One day, as they sat with Dr. Anderson in his lab, the scientist's eyes held a glint of excitement. "Kiri, (Y/N), I have promising news for you. The tests show that both of your DNA sequences are starting to change, albeit slowly."

Kiri's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at (Y/N) with a mixture of hope and awe. "(Y/N), did you hear that?"

(Y/N)'s eyes shone with emotion as she took Kiri's hand. "I did, Kiri. It seems that our journey is progressing."

Dr. Anderson smiled warmly at their reaction. "Indeed. The changes indicate that your bodies are responding positively to the treatments. This is a significant step forward."

With newfound determination, Kiri leaned forward, her voice tinged with excitement. "Dr. Anderson, how long do you think it will take before we see results?"

The scientist's gaze held a sense of assurance. "Based on the current rate of change, I'm cautiously optimistic that within another month, you might experience a successful pregnancy."

The air in the room seemed to shimmer with possibility. Kiri and (Y/N)'s eyes met, and a sense of wonder passed between them. The journey they had embarked upon was complex and challenging, yet in that moment, they felt a renewed surge of hope.

"(Y/N)," Kiri whispered, her voice filled with emotion, "imagine, in just a few more weeks, we could have a baby growing within us."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she smiled at Kiri. "It's a beautiful thought, Kiri. Our love and determination are shaping our future."

Dr. Anderson's words lingered in the air, a testament to the power of science and love combined. As they left the lab that day, Kiri and (Y/N)'s steps were lighter, their hearts lifted by the promise of what lay ahead. Month two had brought them closer to their dream, and with each passing day, they knew that their love would continue to guide them through the challenges and triumphs of their unique journey.

In the heart of Pandora's vibrant landscape, Kiri and (Y/N) found themselves in the midst of a journey that was transcendent and life-changing. Month three brought a sense of anticipation that danced in the air like the leaves rustling in the wind. The forest whispered its secrets, as if sharing in the couple's hopes and dreams.

Their visits to the human lab had become a familiar routine, each day filled with injections, tests, and conversations with Dr. Anderson. The scientist's guidance had been a constant source of support, his expertise a beacon of hope as they navigated the complexities of fertility treatments.

One day, bathed in the gentle light of dawn, Kiri and (Y/N) stood before Dr. Anderson, their hearts racing in anticipation. The scientist's smile held a glimmer of excitement as he greeted them.

"Kiri, (Y/N)," he began, his voice carrying a note of jubilation, "I'm thrilled to share that both of you are now successfully pregnant."

Tears of joy welled up in Kiri's eyes as she turned to (Y/N), their emotions mirrored in each other's gaze. "Did you hear that, (Y/N)? We're going to be parents."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice quivering with emotion. "I can't believe it. Our dreams are coming true."

Dr. Anderson's congratulations were heartfelt, a testament to the shared journey of determination and love. With hugs, he bid them farewell, and they left the lab that day, their hearts soaring with newfound hope.

Returning to their hut, Kiri and (Y/N) felt a sense of wonder enveloping them. The news they carried was a precious treasure, a testament to the power of science and their unbreakable bond. Their families were the first to know, and their joyful reactions only served to heighten the couple's elation.

Word spread through the tribe like wildfire, and an air of celebration enveloped the village. The Na'vi people joined together, united by their shared joy and the prospect of new life. The forest itself seemed to pulse with energy, as if the land itself recognized the significance of the moment.

Underneath the vibrant canopy, a feast was prepared, a testament to the unity of the tribe. Kiri and (Y/N) stood before their loved ones, hands intertwined, hearts overflowing with gratitude.

"(Y/N) and I have been blessed with the news of successful pregnancies," Kiri announced, her voice a mixture of wonder and emotion. "Our journey to this moment has been one of challenges and hope, and we're grateful for each of you who have stood by our side."

The cheers that erupted from the crowd were a testament to the tribe's shared joy. Drums beat in a rhythmic dance, and songs of celebration filled the air, echoing the unity that bound them all.

Beneath the starlit sky, Kiri and (Y/N) danced together, their connection deepening with every step. As they moved in harmony with the music, they knew that their journey had come full circle. The love they had shared, their unwavering determination, and the support of their tribe had created a future that was imbued with promise.

And as the celebrations continued, the forest whispered its blessings, a testament to the power of love, hope, and the connections that held them all together.

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[palesweetscherryblossom]

Mythical Forest x deity AU

(What their temples look like and other nonsense)

-I imagine Hawks’ temple is large, heavily decorated with accents of gold, red and black. Offerings tend to include shiny objects, like jewelry and fruit.

-The place is covered in feathers due to birds hanging around the place. Murals align the walls, as well many scriptures containing praises and warnings of the deity.

-Don’t bring fire, he’ll get kinda pissed. He and Dabi used to have a relationship before Dabi ultimately got tired and left. Fire is a reminder of Hawks’ heartbreak.

-If you try to steal anything from Hawks, then prepare to have an angry Tokoyami and a pack of corvids coming at you or Hawks cursing the object you stole. He’s a funny bird like that.

-I’m gonna be honest with you, Toga’s temple REEKS of blood. Bowls, vials and cups of blood lay on her alter, as well pomegranates, knives and jewelry. She loves the red gems the most.

-Her temple is decently sized, it’s covered in vines though. She likes to litter weaponry used by hunters who got a little too bold around the area as a warning.

-If you try stealing.. let’s just say that you’ll be cosplaying as a juice box.

-Aizawa is a modest dude, my guy doesn’t ask for much. The temple is decorated with onyx and silver, murals depicting him and his lover are proudly displayed.

-Incense, crystals like Moonstone and Black Tourmaline, other things to help with sleep align them. There’s also things revolving around knowledge, like books and scripture.

-Big cats like jaguars tend to lurk around the area.

-Aizawa gets mildly agitated when people try to steal from him, and will probably give them a nasty curse revolving around stealing their strength or gifting them insomnia.

-For the love of Fuck, DO NOT GIVE CHILD SACRIFICES TO HIM! He’ll get extremely upset and will probably take away privileges.

-Overhaul is a simple dude but his temple is clean! Don’t give him overtly gory or mangled bodies.

-Things related to medical and health align his altar, you can smell the posies and ointments the minute you step in the place.

-Very little material possessions like gems lay in his domain, homie isn’t a material girl.

-In the event someone does try to steal or commit an act of unjust death, Overhaul will show up and disconnect every cell in their body.

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