#❛ my dearest writing ❜

[wonweige]

❝ 20511819 ❞ ✶ cause a princess doesn't cry ! ; not proofread — ignore typos </3 reader (gn!) not mentioned but they were mydei's spouse before death + the little princess looks exactly like them (reader is NOT the little princess)

more little princess content :3 also i feel like i should have a special tag for this 'series' what do you guys think

mydei remembers the first time his little girl cried. not like crying when she was first born, but crying when she saw him, body soaked in blood. it wasn't his, but she was a little girl no older than 4 at the time and didn't really comprehend that.

he remembers her [color] eyes going glossy with tears, pudgy [tone] cheeks going red the same as her nose as her wails rang through her room and even echoing in the halls outside her room. her nanny tried to calm her down, tried to reassure her that her father was fine, but she wouldn't listen.

he remembers kneeling in front of her, taking her small hands into his larger ones. "i'm alright, princess. your daddy's not weak," he had said gently, wiping away her tears, touch gentle like she was made of glass. his heart that day felt like it had been pierced by a thousand blades as he heard her hiccups and sobs.

he remembers how for the rest of the day she had clung to him, following him around like a little duckling and only letting him out of her sight when either she needed to use the restroom or he did. even when he had a meeting to attend or people to deal with, she rested in his arms or clung to his leg, a firm and determined expression on her face.

mydei remembers, and he hopes it never happens again.

[aemondsbabe]

and what if i said i was working on a very nosferatu coded lestat fic

then what

[make-much-of-time]

do you guys ever think about lemony snicket's dedications to beatrice in the context of anderperry. because i just did and i'm. not okay

[ilumel]

— how odd it is to find a fragment of the sun in the depths of such a violent storm.

[jessamine-rose]

*cries* I thought I would be done with Dainsleif after writing Phantom Pain but no…….I still have Dainsleif x Demon! Reader brainrot orz

A YouTube playlist, Dainsleif art in my Twitter likes, an IG folder of fashion inspo for Demon! Reader, a drawing of Demon! Reader, a cameo in another AU, a fcking WIP for Househusband! Dainsleif—WHEN WILL IT END ( ´△｀)

[mawlaeina]

Imagine it’s your wedding day.

Your friends, family, and other close relatives are invited to witness you make your vows with your significant other. It’s the happiest day of your life—supposedly.

Childe helps you with your dress and other preparations, a tender yet somewhat forced smile on his face as he knows that his closest friend is going to get married to a man he’s barely acquainted with.

He knows this was a marriage of convenience, arranged and agreed by both parties. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy and hurt when he saw you being on good terms with the other guy.

At least you were happy, that’s all that mattered. He tried convincing himself to push his own happiness aside, gaslighting himself that he’d be happy so long as you were happy.

You smiled lightly at him as he finished helping you with your dress.

You looked stunning.

Yet he couldn’t help but frown a bit at the thought that this dress wasn’t for his eyes to see and appreciate when you’re going to walk down the isle.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, clearly seeing he was upset.

“I almost feel bad for the groom to have you as his wife.” He joked, chuckling emptily.

It didn’t seem to convince you, and the way you gently cupped his cheeks caught him off guard. You smiled softly at him, reassuring that everything was going to be fine.

He swallowed nervously as he gazed directly into your eyes. There was a small glint of sadness in them that bothered him.

“Do you really wanna get married to him?” He asks you, a sincere yet vulnerable look in his eyes that you don’t usually see.

“No.” I spoke honestly and sighed lightly. You were silent for a moment, gathering enough courage to say the next words out loud in front of him. “I wish it was you.”

Childe froze, an unreadable but also clearly shocked expression painted on his face. All at once, multiple waves of emotions crashed his brain.

But the gnawing regret that he felt the most—the regret of missing all of his chances to confess his feelings to you.

You misunderstood his silence, and forced a smile instead. “Thank you for helping me with the dress.” Your voice was strained as you spoke.

Then you left, your steps reluctant and your eyes a bit regretful as your mind raced—was telling him a good choice?

Maybe the timing wasn’t great.

But you wanted him to at least say something. You wanted him to ruin the wedding, for him to sweep you off your feet and rescue you like some prince charming.

Childe stayed in the room, and the second you left, he knelt to the floor as his knees seemingly gave up.

Oh.

He thought he could be happy so long as you were happy.

But now he knew that you weren’t, and it left him devasted.

✦ okay.. I definitely don’t like the way I wrote this (its so badly written help)

✦ saw a tiktok post about genshin wedding day or something, and my darling dearest ajax was the one helping me with my dress and he was my best friend? NO *cries*

✦ I’m going to marry that man and no one else, even if it breaks the laws of physics

[plistommy]

I always love a jealous tommy fic. There's so much to explore there. Did he and steve "practice" when they were younger? How does he feel now seeing steve almost blatantly hanging off of another man (eddie or billy, or both hehe)? It's so delicious that tommy in canon obviously assumed steve would always be His, that he was bound to be asshole king steve with tommy forver, and then steve went and changed. Replaced him with someone else. Discarded him. I love when it's so obvious that tommy didnt even maybe respect steve as a person, just the roll steve "the hair" harrington was and now, seeing steve be allowed to just be himself, shamelessly, with another man must make tommy's blood boil. He missed his chance

Tommy felt like he would puke.

There Steve was, laughing so loudly and sweetly with Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson on both sides of him, looking at him with such loving eyes that Tommy would love to rip them off and spit on them.

The three of them were hanging at their schools parking lot, Steve perched on top of his beemer as the other two leaned on it. The freak had clearly made some type of joke, because Steve was letting out a ’You’re so funny, Eds!’ as he tried to catch his breath.

The nickname made Tommy fume with rage.

Eds? What the actual fuck was Tommy hearing?

Four years back he and Steve would make fun of that guy, even bullying him a little when he started to wear those freaky ass clothes. People rumored him being into Satan or some shit and Steve and Tommy totally bought it as they laughed at him in the hallways.

And now Steve was throwing himself at the guy as he leaned towards him, hand lingering a little bit too long on the older man’s shoulder.

Tommy saw how Billy, the asshole who had dropped him almost immediately once he got to know Steve, moved his hand to rest on Steve’s thigh in a friendly way from other curious eyes, but Tommy could see through the bullshit.

He knows what those three are. What they do together.

They aren’t just friendly buddies who come together about sports and music and talk about hitting on girls.

They’re together. Partners of some sort which makes Tommy fucking sick in his stomach.

He knew Eddie was into guys the second he saw the freak, Billy probably too, but he wasn’t that sure.

It was only confirmed when he saw the way Billy looked at Steve the first time they showered together after PE.

Everyone looked at Steve once that way. With desire and want.

Wanting to have a taste of The Steve Harrington. Of the King. The rich pretty boy with the charm no one had.

Tommy knew it the best, because that’s how he had felt.

He had felt it when him and Steve had kissed for the first time, hands lingering on each other’s body when Steve had carefully leaned down and put those soft lips onto his.

Or when he had fucked Steve the first time. Those eyes so huge as they stared up at him when Tommy had clumsily lined his dick into the other’s waiting hole. And oh did those eyes go huge as Steve took him in so well, like no one has after him. How he had begged for Tommy’s name, told him he loved him.

And Tommy had loved him back.

Still fucking did.

But then he had fucked it up. Played with the other’s feelings, fucking up with his head which eventually made Steve leave him, his best friend, for fucking Nancy Wheeler. Things had broken that little head of Steve’s too many times and he had finally shattered, showing that sensitive and humane side of him that Tommy knew he was always hiding behind his King Steve persona.

The side he had hated. Because he liked it when Steve was mean.

He blamed the hits Jonathan Byers had given him.

That maybe those made a screw inside Steve’s head loose because how could he ever even think about leaving Tommy like that? After everything?

But he had.

And it made Tommy furious. Sad. Jealous.

Because that should’ve been him up there with Steve right now. Holding onto the boy's thigh and maybe kiss a little if no one was around.

Tommy would give him all the attention he needed. Would’ve fucked him so good no one else would’ve mattered. Steve would’ve never even thought about spreading his legs to Eddie Munson or Billy fucking Hargrove.

Just for Tommy.

”What’s up your ass?” Carol asked, focused on putting her disgustingly sweet lip gloss on, but not enough to not catch Tommy’s suddenly grumpy vibes.

”Nothing.” Tommy groaned out and took a bite of his sandwich.

It tasted bitter now.

Carol brushed it off, going back to chatting with Tina who was sitting beside her, oblivious to whatever Tommy was doing. Not like she really cared. Tommy was sure they’d break up soon, again.

Not that he’d mind.

He glanced back towards Steve and gritted his teeth when he saw the trio start to get in Steve’s car, all happy and smiley because they had ’so much fun’ together.

Ugh.

He didn’t miss how Munson patted Steve’s ass softly when he was bending down to the passenger seat and wait… what the fuck?

Was Billy fucking driving Steve’s car?

Steve never let anyone else drive it. He was too afraid to. Never trusted anyone else with it because his Daddy would get mad if it had even a small scratch on it.

Tommy never drove it.

And that pissed him the hell off, because Billy Hargrove of all people can?

The man with three fucking speeding tickets?

His blood was boiling.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the car.

Not even when his eyes locked with those big brown ones that suddenly looked worried when Tommy didn’t look away.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

I’m having a lot of thoughts about super protective Steve right now, but I’m also having a lot of writer’s block so I don’t have the energy to actually set the whole scene.

I need Billy and Steve delivering pizzas and snacks to The Party (including the Corroded Coffin guys) to wherever they’re holding their campaign. Maybe somewhere in the woods because it’s aesthetic and the weather is nice, like out by Castle Byers.

The kids are fine with Harringroveson for the most part by now, though a couple of them (namely Dustin) don’t always get along the best with Billy. He tries really hard so it’s getting better, but progress is slow. He’s still detested by the Corroded Coffin guys (namely Gareth).

I love the misunderstood character trope for some reason. I love the idea of other characters hating Billy’s image, the idea of him, but when they get to know him as more than the asshole jock they peg him as, they realize he isn’t all that bad.

Maybe Gareth makes one too many comments about not wanting Billy there. Calls him an asshole and provokes him with the intention of validating his own perception of the blond. Maybe even goes as far as to insinuate that the only reason Eddie or Steve are with him is because of his looks. Something mean that’s said in a teasing tone, but hits just as hard despite it.

Billy doesn’t react with white hot rage like everyone’s expecting. He turns away and walks through the woods back to the car with a look of shame on his face, and Steve immediately jogs to catch up with him, lacing their fingers together as they weave through the trees.

Eddie stands there anxiously, wondering if he should follow them or if it’ll overwhelm his already upset boyfriend. He turns back to the group and looks pointedly at Gareth. Not angry. Just disappointed.

Which some could argue is worse.

“C’mon, man,” he sighs, gesturing vaguely. “You couldn’t be cordial until they left? He didn’t even do anything.”

“Made ‘em leave faster, didn’t it?”

Gareth’s tone is less sure than before, because after all, he isn’t a malicious person at his core. He’s clearly at odds with himself about hurting Billy’s feelings — he didn’t even think it was something that could happen.

Eddie just shakes his head and sighs.

“Well, you’ve poked the bear, so now shit’s gonna get testy.”

“What, like—“ Gareth gulps and his eyes blow wide. “Like Hargrove’s gonna kick my ass or something?”

At the words, Eddie laughs. Crosses his arms and sobers when he hears twigs crunch in the distance, a set of footsteps approaching once again.

“Not Billy,” Eddie whispers.

As if on queue, Steve emerges from between the trees. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are squared. He gets eyes on Gareth before anything else, which has him scurrying up out of his seat on the floor. Ready to bolt.

Steve stops beside Eddie. Shrugs his hand off of his shoulder when Eddie sets it there and points an accusatory finger at Gareth. The movement makes him flinch even though he’s still a handful of feet away.

“I dunno what your fucking problem is, but you don’t say shit like that about my boyfriend when I’m around, you hear me?” Steve seethes. He eyes Gareth up and down like he’s sizing him up before he simply tsks and shakes his head. “You can find your way home in the dark for all I care, so don’t bother asking for a ride when the game’s over.”

He stares until Gareth nods, at which point some of the rage relaxes out of him. Only slightly.

Then he turns to Eddie.

“Get on the radio when you’re done?” he says much more softly. “I’m gonna go ahead and take him home.”

“Is he alright?”

“Yeah, but you know how he is.”

Eddie nods and cracks a smile.

“Big ol’ softie.”

“Mhmm.”

Steve mirrors his expression. Leans in for a quick kiss, then casts Gareth a final glare before he takes his leave.

Once he’s gone, Eddie huffs a laugh and intertwines his fingers over the back of his head.

“Jesus. Give him a while, he’ll get over it,” he dismisses. Glances over at Gareth, who looks about as startled as a mouse that’s been dropped into a snake pit. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I dunno, you could probably speed up the process by making Billy a cake or something.” When Gareth furrows his eyebrows, Eddie shrugs and laughs again. “I’ve never pissed Steve off that bad, but I have hurt Billy’s feelings before. My boy loves him some chocolate cake.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then two.

They wind up having to wrap the game up faster than they anticipated, because the nice weather becomes a drizzle which becomes a pour.

Steve goes against his word and gives Gareth a ride home.

The next day, he’s standing on their porch with a Tupperware container full of chocolate cupcakes that say srry 4 b-ing an a-hole in blue icing on top.

Billy immediately shoves one into his mouth and Steve reluctantly forgives Gareth, meanwhile Eddie is laughing his ass off because he didn’t really expect him to take his suggestion seriously.

[wonweige]

❝ 78151920 ❞ ✶ so do i look like him ? ; not proofread — ignore typos </3 ++ reader (gn!) referred to as 'they/their/them' (reader is NOT the little princess)

she never really knew why she got such looks, but every time the little princess would walk around, head held high and a confident look of her face, the higher ups would look at her with such knowing eyes — as if they did not see her but someone she reminded them of. it made her feel a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't comment about it.

sometimes her father, the crowned prince, would give her the same looks, but that spark would always vanish. from sadness to tender love as he carries her in his strong arms, walking through the halls as she rambles on and on about her day and interests.

her father cherished her a lot, the little princess noted. more so than a normal father would. but the shower of love and tenderness was always eagerly accepted as she'd run into his arms mid-meeting or dress up in pretty outfits because her father could never ever say no to her — his darling little girl.

she just wished he wasn't so overprotective of her.

they'd both play tea party as she adorns a pretty dress, the color oddly resembling the color of the outfit worn by the person in the painting in her father's room. her other parent, she had learned. she didn't ask many questions, she saw how everyone would grow crestfallen at the mention of their name.

even her father, for as much as he tried to hide it, would grow upset, too.

so, the little princess had learned to not mention the name much. but hey, at least her grandpa told her stories! how her parent was the most gorgeous person in all of the lands, how her father was like a puppy with them, how she was the light of her parents' life.

how she had the name [color] hair, the same [tone] skin, the same [color] eyes — how she looked exactly like them.

[onyx-plutos-moon]

Nerds Guide to Thinking About Asking Out The Hot Girl He Knows is Spider-Man by me (originally posted on ao3 with the same user name)

3,880 words, pre-relationship lautski, Steph is Spider-Man, that's more background than you'd think, Pete's pov

"And then?"

"And nothing. You just need to put it in the calculator." Pete smiled at Steph from across the table. She eyes stayed trained on her paper, frowning like she didn't understand anything that was written. "You rearranged it properly, Steph. You're going to get the right answer I promise."

She sighed and grabbed her calculator, holding it how she did her phone. The back was covered in little star and good job stickers Pete had brought as a joke to encourage her. Everytime she aced a problem by herself, she got a sticker. It'd worked a lot better than he'd excepted, she was determined to get every sticker he'd purchased. She put the calculator down, scribbling an answer before turning the paper to face Pete.

"That it?" The paper stuck to her hand as she lifted her fingers, falling once she registered the paper was still attached to her hand. Pete pretended he didn't notice it stick to her hand two inches above the table. He didn't want her to stress about the work more.

Pete uncapped his green pen, marking her step by step process. She'd done everything perfectly. Each line he read, he added a little green tick to the end.

Steph leaned across the table as subtly as she could, crossed arms sliding closer and closer to him as she tried to sneak a good look at her 'grades'. Pete glanced up to meet her eyes and she snapped her head in the other direction, her curly hair hitting her across the face at the speed of her movement.

"Okay, pass me your calculator?" It slid across the table, hitting Pete's arm with enough force to leave a bruise later. She was definitely stressed about the homework.

He grabbed a sticker pad out of his bag, adding one to the collage of stickers. A tiny Spider-Man stared up at him before he handed the calculator back. He noticed the way her eyes widened just slightly at seeing the sticker before she forces herself to relax.

"So, Spankoffski, what next?" She looked up at him, flipping the calculator so it's stickers down.

"That was the last one. We're done for the day."

From the third study sessions, Peter Spankoffski knew Stephanie Lauter had spider powers. It was pretty hard not to know, she wasn't exactly subtle about it. At least not around him. It started with small things, small things he could justify in his mind with the fact that his only female friend was Ruth.

Steph was a lot stronger than he excepted, her strength shown at what he assumed was its fullest in the carpark with Max. She had a tendency to toss him stuff with so much force it left him with bruises. He sometimes fantasized about the day she rescued him from a locker. Luckily he'd been shoved in with his phone and she only knew where he was because they were supposed to meet at the library to study. Memories of her worried voice calling out, of her pulling the locker door off, throwing it across the halls. The relieved smile she gave Pete when she got him out of the locker was tattooed into a section of her brain.

Her hands also got incredibly sticky when she was nervous. Worksheets stuck to her palm, her fingertips, whenever she handed him something to check. He pretended not to notice, so she wouldn't worry more.

What really gave it away was the first time Steph gave him her science workbook. He flipped through the pages, looking for how she took notes. Most pages were basically bare, most only contained a few words and sketches. The final two pages were filled to the brim with notes, observations, many hypothesized ideas, and the page header:

'How to be Spider-Man'.

Reading that really gave it away for him. Pete didn't think she knew that he knew, and it took all his willpower not to compliment how well she'd sorted out her research. In the end he'd told her to focus on making sure she could follow all her notes first.

The real problem was how to ask her out.

It wasn't that she was superpowered, he doubted she would hurt him. Steph was just a dream, as Richie would put it, someone so out of his league he can barely bring himself to think of what dating her would he like. She was popular, rich, and the Mayor's daughter. The only thing that could give him even the slightest chance, social standings wise, was his grades. Being destined to be valedictorian would impress the Mayor, with the downside of it's what's getting him his ass handed to him every other week.

If things were different, he wouldn't hesitate. The look she had in her eyes every time he went off on a tangent, that had to mean something. Pete was sure of it. It was the same look he have her when she got a question right, when her eyes lit up as he placed a sticker on her calculator. He looked at her like she handcrafted each and every star in the sky.

It was February by the time he gained the courage to try. The year had been getting better. He's sure Steph asked- no, told Max to leave him alone. She had the influence for it. Maybe it was a thank you for raising all her grades higher than a C, maybe it was because she cared for him. He hoped for it to be the latter.

The weather had warmed up enough for them to study at one of the picnic tables haphazardly places around the school. They sat across from eachother, Pete sketching in the corner of his notebook as Steph made her way through the worksheet she had for the day. She stuck her tongue out as she wrote, sun lighting her hair a gorgeous honey brown.

"Hey Steph, how's the work looking?" He put his pen down.

"I owe you so much, I never would have gotten this shit without you." She didn't look up, still writing. "I'm thinking I could actually make it through university at this rate."

"That's amazing! I'm really proud of you." He smiled at her as her eyes flicked up to meet his. "I'm serious. You got an A on your last test, remember?"

"I know I know-" Stretching, Steph sat up properly. Her layers and layers of jackets lifted enough to expose the tiniest bit of stomach as she did so, Pete did his best not to stare.

He took a deep breath. Just a few words, that was all he needed to say to seal his fate. "Hey, Steph?'

She nodded, readjusting her zip up hoodie over her denim jacket before pulling her cropped hoodie down. He wanted to add his sweater to the pile of jackets.

"You're going to ace this test." He chickened out.

February may be a short month but Pete had plenty of time to try ask Steph out. The shitty Christmas movie constantly playing at the mall that Steph dragged him to finished a half hour ago, leaving the two to get home in the dark. She'd taken them as a post-study session treat, a way to pay Pete for all the help he's given her.

The only reason he's not annoyed about watching such an awful movie was because he spent a good chunk of it admiring the girl next to him. She smiled the entire time, tapping his shoulder every other minute to whisper comments to him. The other minutes she spent half watching the movie and shooting little webs out of her wrist, creating little shapes on the floor in front of her. Little stars and hearts made from webs littered the floor when they left.

If he could bottle how happy Steph was while they watched the movie, he would hope it worked like Pope Holy water so he would never run out.

The Lakeside mall carpark was chilly. A cold breeze cut his cheeks, leaving him shivering. The pair sat on the curb, legs in an empty part, shoulders pressed together for warmth. Steph didn't seem particularly bothered by the weather, her several jackets protecting her from the wind. He wished he had even one of those jackets, something thicker than his sweater.

Stars danced dimly above them. The moon mirrored how he felt, bright and warm. Every little chirp of a bird tugged at the corners of his lips, slowly pulling a smile from him. Soft thuds of webs hitting the ground beneath them threatened to draw his eyes, but he didn't dare look. Steph was happy and that's what mattered.

A cold wind blew past them and Pete shivered, drawing his knees up. It was getting colder, but Steph was still happy next to him. He wasn't going to ruin this by wanting to to somewhere warmer.

Then she moved. Her arm left his and the last bit of warmth he was clinging to was gone. He looked over in confusion. A little webbed person was stuck to the ground in front of them. He wanted to ask if she was okay, if something was wrong, if she was ready to leave yet.

Instead he watched as she pulled her top layer jacket off. He'd been there when Steph brought it. A dark brown, leather jacket she'd thrifted and paid double for because, well, she's Steph. It was a bit darker than her complexion, a bit lighter than her hair. It looked beautiful on her.

And now she was holding it out to him.

"Steph, you don't-"

"You're freezing, dude." She pushed if against his chest. "Can't have you dying from the cold, now can I?" The jacket dropped onto his lap as she gave him a smile. He couldn't say no to a smile like that.

The jacket was warm. Felt baggy everywhere that wasn't his shoulders. It smelt like oranges, Stephs favourite fragrance. He wrapped it tight around himself, so glad to have something stopping the wind.

"Thank you- thank you so much... Won't you get cold?" He asked, looking at her. Admiring her, more accurately. How her curly hair was frizzier than normal, how her lipstick was slightly smudged from the popcorn.

She shook her head. "No, I've still got layers. Plus it looks good on you." He goes to argue, but she cut him off, "You look hot, okay? Take the complement."

He looked hot? Steph actually thought that?

Every muscle in Pete's body screamed for him to ask her out. Kiss her. Run. Something. This gorgeous, kind, brilliant girl thought he was hot.

When he didn't look like himself.

Maybe she meant like how girls look hot in their boyfriends jackets, but the idea of being the girlfriend in that situation made his skin itch the discomfort.

So he didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on hers, as if that'll freeze them in time and allow Pete to die in this moment. Her gaze was filled with confusion, with fondness. Eyes stayed locked as she raised a hand, moving it towards him and out of his field of vision. A warm hand took hold of his and the eye contact broke as Steph pulled him closer. His arm ended up around her shoulder as she leaned against him.

"Here, this'll stop you from freezing."

"T-thank you-"

There was a tug on his hand, then another. He glanced down to see Steph grab his hand again. He relaxed at the idea of her being just as nervous as him.

A knocking noise pulled Pete from his sleep. He tugged the blankets over his head until they stopped. No way was he going to acknowledge that. After a few moments the knocking stopped and Pete uncovered his head.

A text message lit up Pete's room, drawing his attention. He groaned, rolling across his bed to grab the phone, squinting at the screen.

Steph:

Opens ths wondoms it's cold

What the fuck?

He groaned again, dragging himself and all the blankets off his bed and towards the window. He had so many questions. Why was she texting him at 2am? Why open the window? How was sue near the window if his room was on the second story of his parents house? But he knew better than to question Steph about something like this.

Slowly, he undid the latch and pushed the window out, barely bothering to move the curtains. Something warm, solid, wrapped itself around Pete's wrist. He didn't scream. If he was in danger, he needed to stop it before it became a threat to his parents. He yanked his hand away, or tried to. The grip was too strong.

"-ete. Spankoffski it's just me, okay?" Steph's voice managed to break through his panic. Steph had his wrist.

Steph had his wrist?

The curtains moved to the side, revealing the girl awkwardly pulling herself through the window. He moved to help her, hoping he didn't put his hand in the wrong place. His glasses stared at him from the nightstand as he managed to not grab her chest, hand on her shoulder instead. She shimmied through the window, before pulling in her school bag.

All while Pete stood frozen in place. He knew Steph has some spider powers, but knowing she scaled the side of his house baffled him. And in the middle of the night?

The bag hits his bed unceremoniously, followed by the girl. One, two, three notebooks were pulled out before she looked him at him. "Sit, I don't fucking bite. I want to show you something."

Pete obeyed, of course he did. His feet felt like they were gliding across the floor instead of actually taking steps. The blankets softer than usual as he sat next to Steph.

Once he was sat, she closed the gap between them, leaving their arms and thighs pressed together as she opened the forst of the notebooks. It was a deep green, a colour only found in the Witchwoods. So were her pajama shorts. Maybe they were a bit lighter, the hems resting so high up her thighs-

The notebook was a pretty green.

Careful hands flipped through the pages. Deep breaths could be heard as she turned the pages, doing her best to avoid her fingers tearing them apart. The first handful of pages consisted of sketches, mostly Stacy and Brenda. Soon the drawings turned to words, scribbles into sentences. "I've been working on this research for a while."

"... Why are you here..?" He finally voiced the pressing question.

"Read the notes, I... I can't explain it without sounding like a nut job. Or Grace telling us about Jesus." The book got pushed into his hands. "I... look, it's a science project, okay?"

His fingers curled around the pages before he adjusted his grip on the book. Looking at it, he could see how much effort she put into it. Headings were underlined, bullet points for different topics were standardized with stars and other shapes to differentiate between them. Colours marking different points were identical in colour to the highlighters Pete brought her.

"So you have been listening when I've told you about layouts?" He glanced up at her as she pouted.

"Read my work, get off on how good it looks later." He nodded and turned his eyes back to the paper. 'How To Be A Super Awesome Spiderman' was printed across the top of the page. The same page contained an admission that she asked Pete to tutor her because one, he looked nerdy and two, she thought he was cute.

Everything was documented. Timeline, power development, everything. Some notes were scribbled out, a few areas were covered in sticky notes. He didn't move them. At the end of the first notebook, he turned to Steph, giving her a soft smile. Nerves were clear as day on her face. He placed the notebook in his hands on his lap before grabbing the second book.

It was maybe 10, 15 minutes before he'd read what Steph had recorded. A headache seeped into the area around his eyes as he handed the notebooks back to their owner. He really should have worn his glasses for this.

The girl next to him took the books, gently placing them on the bedroom floor. It took a few moments for her to let go, palms unsticking when Pete placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"That...you did amazing work with that, Steph. You laid out your research so well." He smiled. Of course he did. Stephanie trusted him to read something she'd clearly spent so much time on. He was proud of her, wanted her to be proud of herself.

What he didn't expect was for her to stand up, to walk to the movie posters lining a section of his bedroom wall before turning to face him. "How long have you known?" Her voice didn't give much away.

It took a moment for Pete to gather the words to reply, mind too busy admiring her. The baggy cheer hoodie that definitely didn't belong to her came down maybe an inch less than her shorts. Her dark hair hadn't gone through the half hour routine he knew she put it through each morning.

"I said, how long have you known?"

Shit he'd been staring.

"I-..." He took a deep breath, pushing himself off the bed. "Third study sessions together. You... you gave me your science book and I- uh.. I saw some notes on your- what you thought was happening to you and-" A laugh cut him off.

"Fuck! I thought I was being careful! You knew the whole time!? Shit!" She shook her head, hair bouncing with the movement.

He slid on his glasses before moving to stand next to her. She was even more beautiful when he wasn't getting a headache looking at her. "If I hadn't found out like that, I would have been really concerned for your health."

"What?"

"Your hands get really sticky when you're nervous. It- it happens a lot when we study." He looked up at the posters on his wall.

"Why didn't you say anything, Spankoffski?"

"I knew why it was happening, I didn't see a point in... forcing you to come out?"

"Everyone knows I'm bi, dude."

"Yeah, because you're Spider-Man."

That gorgeous laugh filled his room and, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her turn to face him. "You're fucking funny, dude."

"Thanks-" A yawn cut him off, his body betraying him.

"Oh right, you have an actual sleep schedule." He stumbled as Steph grabbing his hand, pulling him to the bed. "I want the wall side, by the way."

"Y- what?" His felt as his cheeks went red-hot watching Steph climb to the far side of his twin bed. His body was a fucking traitor. "You- here- I can sleep in the living roo-"

"Get in the bed, Spankoffski."

"Okay-" He got under the covers, taking his glasses off. One leg hung off the edge of the bed uncomfortably. Better than getting to close to Steph and making her uncomfortable.

Once again, a warm hand grabbed him. She pulled him further onto the bed. She let go when he was closer to the middle before shuffling herself back into the wall. "Don't throw yourself off the bed, okay?" Her hand stayed stuck to his arm.

"I won't"

A ray of sunlight directly across his face was enough to wake Pete from his sleep. Eyes closed, he turned his head, trying to bask in the warmth without it painting the inside of his eyelids. It was warm. His bed was so warm he just wanted to drift off to sleep again.

Blankets pulled tight as he tried to roll over, his arm trapped under something. Something so warm. Steph.

Steph who'd slept over.

Steph who was in his bed.

Cuddling his arm.

Maybe if he didn't open his eyes, nothing would happen. He could stay in this moment forever. With the gorgeous girl he'd fallen so hard for hugging his arm as he slept. Maybe if he opened his eyes, she'd smile at him. Greet him and not shove him away.

Maybe if-

A tired groan came from the form next to him. He felt it as Steph sat up, dropping his arm in the process. No way he could open his eyes now. If he fucked this up big time, she was probably strong enough to break his neck with no effort.

The blankets around him were shifted, pulled a bit higher. He was squeezing his eyes shut as Steph shuffled back under the covers with him. They weren't touching but she was close enough for Pete to feel the heat coming off her body.

And then she shifted again. A fraction closer to him. Pulled his arm over her.

He let her. Why wouldn't he? She wanted him to hold her and he may never get this opportunity again.

Pete closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

"You know I believe you about your powers-"

"I'm like, showing you proof of my research, Spankoffski!" Steph huffed as she lowered herself from the ceiling, landing softly on the carpet. And she was determined to demonstrate what she'd researched. Pete, unfortunately, was a test dummy. Picked up, tossed in the air, webbed, you name it.

But she looked so happy.

"I still don't know if I'm poisonous, but I'll find out eventually."

"Venomous." He corrected.

"You're such a nerd." Her voice was fond as she walked back to him. It took a lot of strength to not lose him mind over how good she looked. She always looked good. Her hair pulled back with a silk scrumchie, jeans ripped more that Pete ever thought was necessary, Fleetwood Mac crop top webbed at the hem to stop her from flashing him.

"How many more demonstrations are we doing?" He pulled his legs onto the bed, crossing them as Steph flipped through the notebook. Neither of them acknowledged that they 'woke up cuddling. Pete made them bacon and eggs for breakfast, Steph decided to demonstrate all her research for him.

They both knew it was to distract from the fact that they woke up cuddling, but they'd never admit it.

"I mean we can go out for breakfast. I'll pay."

"Steph you dont-"

"I'm rich, Spankoffski. Pay you back for some of the study dates." She shoved her hand in her bag, rifling around for her wallet. "Hot chocolate, no marshmallows because it makes it taste funny, right?"

"You.." She remembered his order?

"You've never ordered anything different, Pete." He was met with a fond smile as she stood properly again. Maybe he was too much of a chicken to ask her out, but he'd do it one day. Hopefully before she lost all interest in him because, when she looked at him like that, he felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Not school, not prepping for college, not the imminent fear of Max Jagerman breaking his arm for being this close to Steph. She made him feel like all that mattered was them, and he hoped he made her feel similarly.

[madaqueue]

x reader writers i’m kissing you all btw

[lemonycranberries]

there's a bunch of parallels to be made between wicked and mo dao zu shi, as many people have already pointed out (see: these reddit posts, these animatics). but i was thinking about how wangxian's roles in comparison to elphaba and glinda can be considered to reverse over time. i mostly see people comparing wwx to elphaba and lwj to glinda, and sure, there's a lot of comparisons to be made there, but try to consider another angle.

in the cloud recesses, when they're teenagers, lan wangji is a disciplined, hardworking, intelligent student with a lot of pressure put on him to honor his family and their reputation, beloved by his teachers but witout any friends around his age, except perhaps for his brother; much like elphaba. meanwhile, wei wuxian isn't exactly the most dedicated disciple, and breaks quite a few rules without caring about it, which doesn't exactly make his teachers love him, but at the same time, he's popular and loved by his colleagues (who mostly dislike lan wangji, either finding him a sort of teacher's pet or being afraid of him); in that sense, he's more like galinda (if we're looking through a queer galinda lens, we can also say both characters are very entrenched in comphet and very oblivious to their same-sex attraction, with galinda supposedly being a boy-crazy, girly girl and wei ying being very flirtatious towards women, and claiming to have been with many of them without even considering the most remote possibility that he could like men too).

but then, let's skip to both pairings in their adulthood. wei wuxian, that formerly popular, charming individual, is now the yiling patriarch, a previously very talented, advanced young man who's considered different from others in his society because of his methods, something that used to make people admire him and then became his downfall; he started to be hunted and blamed for all evil that ever happened, becoming the biggest public enemy in the cultivation world, and a legend of sorts, nearly a mythical figure, the represention of evil itself. at the same time, despite being warned by those who loved him, he didn't back down in doing what he thought was right (also defending a vulnerable and marginalized group that was being ostracized and blamed for doing evil things - the remaining wens - like the animals were), officially cutting all ties with the respected, traditional cultivation circles and running away to the burial mounds, very aware that this would make him be hated and turned into a villain. eventually, after losing people he loved, he started actually leaning into this evil version of him that was publicly known, comitting so called "evil" deeds while stricken by pain, and soon after, he died on hiw own, while the entire world celebrated his death and talked about how he deserved it because of how he'd done certain things, a lof of them not being true (note: both pieces of media begin this way, with the viewers/readers being introduced to the story with celebrations of the main character's death - and in both cases, said character wasn't actually - or permanently - dead). i don't even have to say how extremely similar to elphaba's story his story is in that sense (and you could still find more similarities, like both characters being morally gray or both characters being very attached to their siblings and going at extreme lenghts to protect them; i could go on). now let's look at lan wangji, who used to be that stubborn student disliked by many of his peers. in the current time, he has become hanguang-jun, a strong authority figure, respected by everyone in the cultivation world and widely considered an example of righteousness and Good. always very put together, always elegant, always where the chaos is; he's often resolving conflicts and is looked upon and admired as someone trustworthy and strongly virtuous. he was offered the chance to join wei wuxian in what he was doing at the burial mounds, years ago, but he declined, which led to him only being capable of helplessly watching from afar as the person who mattered the most to him grew to be more and more misunderstood by society at large, and consequentially, more and more hated - and persecuted. he was then forced to watch as the entire world celebrated the death of said person, never learning the truth about what had actually happened and who he actually was. does this remind you of anyone?

so basically, what i mean is that teen wei wuxian, a popular, likeable, enjoyer-of-life (or perhaps dancer-through-life) galinda, became a brilliant, but villanaized, ostracized and misunderstood wicked witch, like elphaba; while young lan wangji, a disciplined, introverted, hard-working elphaba, grew to be a respected and admired authority figure who was actually in deep suffering because of the way he lost the person he loved - not unlike our gal glinda, the good.

[neolxzr]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amagi Hiiro/Shiratori Aira Characters: Amagi Hiiro, Shiratori Aira Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, ok its not really that angsty im not capable of that, Introspection, Character Study, Amagi Hiiro-centric, Kissing, Hugs, Established Relationship, aira being soft, theyre very in love as per usual, Holding Hands, why do almost all of my fics have those tags, its a lot of fluff. sorry. its my brand Summary:

"Who am I?"

It's a difficult question to answer, Hiiro thinks. What are all of the things that make up a person? How would he describe himself to someone else? It's easy to describe someone like Aira, he thinks. He's come to learn so many things about him over their time together... but what has he learned about himself since he left home? What has changed? What is going to change in time?

or: hiiro is a little bit afraid of the uncertain future, but aira is there to remind him he's already on the right path

[uriswhumpchamber]

Whumpee rushes to their friend, unconscious on the ground, kneeling down beside them to check before they even realize what they're doing. Their friend is breathing, even if softly - and they don't seem hurt, no. Maybe there's the mark left by a needle, or the smell of chemicals, or the marks left by a spell - or maybe there is nothing at all, and it's the exhaustion - or maybe there is nothing at all because it's something else, they've both taken medication from Whumper before, after all.

It's Whumper they hear, walking towards them both - and Whumpee hugs their friend, trying to cover them enough, even if they know it's useless.

And even if they know it's useless, it does not take more than a moment for them to start pleading - not for mercy, because that is not something granted to people like them. For their friend's safety - for their friend's wellbeing. For them to not be hurt - not be hurt more. For them to be left alone, just this once, please, they will be so good, please-

“Fine. Let them go,” Whumper says, and they feel something that almost tastes like euphoria.

They obey, of course. Before they can turn around, before they can show the bitter gratitude they're supposed to, a hand grabs them by the back of their neck.

“Your turn, then.”

Whumper's laugh gets cut short by them begging, again - not there, anywhere else, please, just not in front of them, just not there-

The grip gets tighter, their head almost hitting the ground as they're shoved down, their face right beside their friend's. So close it almost reminds them of sleeping together, the hope of the first rays of sunlight from the window before having to sneak back out, and something stirs in their belly. They know they should brace, but they can't - their body might as well belong to someone else, weak and so detached from their brain they cannot even attempt to order it to prepare.

“Be quiet. You wouldn't want to wake them, would you?”

No. No, never.

[ganondoodle]

(OC art)

kinda needlessly redid Eadrya's (they/them) demon form design instead of working on any of the other things (why am i like this)

more info (hahaha .. ha .. long post woops); their jaw is unhingable and their mouth can technically open all the way past their gills (?) with the lighter colored part being an extra flap of skin they are widely known as the most powerful demon to exist (not counting their dead demon god who is only very rarely able to possess shargon if given right circumstances but otherwise dont exist anymore) to the point that they generate so much coreblood/energy that excess is constantly being emitted to the environment around them giving them an aura felt even by humans (it generally has no drawbacks ... unless you later have to deal with demon hunters that use devices to detect demonic energy bc it kinda turns you into a lighthouse for them..) that fact also means they pretty much never have to eat or rest, though they are one of the very very few demons willing to eat other livings things and able to digest it (most demons cannot)

they are one of seven Lords, the Lord of Water specifically, and are very proud of that and, while acting like they dont care about anything or anyone, do probably the best job at keeping their world intact and other demons safe than anyone else- Eadrya is also kinda obsessed with strength and thus hates Shargon to the point of having attempted to murder him several times, not just bc he is so weak but mainly bc they think he selfishly took the title of King to essentially doom them all (since that title, only able to be given of demons with the core element of lightning, means that demon must be the one to go into battle alone for the protection of their world as the first line of defence, bc if the strongest demon, able to invoke their god, can defeat a threat alone theres no need to endanger anyone else, and if the king fails and the six remaining Lords cannot do the rest it was a lost battle to begin with--- the six Lords (not counting the King who starts as a Lord if none of the other accept them) also serve as a sort of council, and to put it bluntly, 'battery' for their god-

see, every demon naturally only has one main element, the Lords, if they accept the King as such, can lend the King part of their power enabling them to use more than one, with each acceptance their gods connection to the King gets stronger, and if it is summoned, will constantly siphon off (?) the strength of the Lords- which can kill them if its active for too long

MEANING that with Shargon being so unfit for that role it not only puts them all in danger, it also means all responsibility falls on them) a title like that cannot be undone once one accepts it, so alot of them, while not actively wishing harm upon him, hope a little that Shargon dies and a better King can be chosen

Eadrya, especially for the first part of the story, is an antagonist, and kinda an ass to everyone, the typical powerful, loud and mean guy that despite being never nice to anyone still does good, the only ones they really care about is Thor, an almost equally strong lightning demon and childhood friend who is also the only one Eadrya will listen to and due to Thors pacifist ideals always stops their outbursts, and Jyothi, Shargons daughter, who is a prodigy of a wind demon and has started to learn from Eadrya, much to Shargons dismay

generally they are way less mean to children and a surprisingly good and patient teacher ... if they are willing to teach you

(alot of their problems stem from a deep fear of being powerless and left alone- they dont think of themselves as highly as it seems and are actually very lonely- thinking that no one could actually genuinely like them for who they are and just does their bidding bc of their strength, of the fear they can instill in others-- they became a Lord at a horribly young age, not even having learned how to change form yet, and saw their parent, the previous Lord of Water (titles are not inherited, this was coincidence), slowly waste away with a strange disease, not even really understanding what was happening and after their passing spend months at the side of their corpse all alone)

they later have a character arc (that is horribly underselling it but i do not want to make this post any longer lol) and join the main group, one of my fav OCs of them all and the most detailed story and arc (god its so good i wish i could just show you all the movie in my head argh) besides Shargon :3

[ithacas-queen]

" To my light, my love, my stars, my heaven;

I have incredible news. The tides and winds have been blessed by Poseidon himself for us and our crewmen to reach our homeland safely. Only 3 days remain until our ship lands on the docks of Ithaca.

I grow closer to you, Penelope. How is our son, Telemachus? He should be 10 years old, if the cogs of my mind still churn correctly; what does he think of me?

By the gods, I love you. "

- Signed, your traveler, Nobody 🏹 @travelerofithaca

To my husband, my one and only, the moon to my stars;

This news is truly a blessing. Hearing it makes me weep, even as I write this. I know of many who would be happy to see your crew return.

As for Telemachus, he asks for and about you everyday. He stares at your portraits as if they could bring you back sooner. I fear my stories are not enough to cure his young curiosity for his father.

I beg, I plead, for you to return safely. Return to Ithaca, but most importantly, return to us.

I shall await the moment your feet touch our shores.

Yours only, Penelope.