#He gotta go he gotta go fast he only got 3 hours of sleep before he's back on the road truckin

[enjoliquej]

-Late night grocery run -

[osakiharu]

THEY FIND OUT YOU LIKE BEING PRAISED !!

[request]

content : gender neutral reader, fluff, this is sfw don’t get too excited y’all, independent!reader, reader is a uni student in draken’s, reader is independent but also quite self critical at times :(, rindou having blood all over his arms whoopsies, also me having rindou brainrot so i went a little crazy with his... i love him i can’t help it, 

word count : around 500-600 each <3 little scenarios for this one hehe

characters : draken, rindou 

notes : okay hi !! long time no see y’all, college is so so insane rn and m sorry for being so dead T^T this was actually a request but i have deleted it with my old requests in my inbox and i only kept the ones i moved to my drafts whoopsies </3 i hope this isn’t too bad and i hope i haven’t gotten rusty from not writing for a little but yeah have some rindou and draken as my apology <3 thankyou to dee for giving me a little help on this when i was brain dead mwah i luv u <3

˗ˏˋ DRAKEN

draken knew you always preferred to teach yourself things, to stick to your own way of studying, to not have anyone or anything interfere with your routine during exam season. he knows, without fail, you’ll always reject his proposal to help you, but eventually he finds there’s nothing he loves more than to see your cheeks redden at his praise for your work. even if you push him off and tell him to let you continue <3 

“why don’t you let me help, baby? wouldn’t you get it done faster?” he mumbled into your hair before reaching forwards to take your notes from you. “i don’t need help, kenny, ‘m fine! ‘s not about doing it fast, anyways.” of course you were. even if the bags under your eyes and very few hours sleep you had under your belt said otherwise. a kiss was pressed to your cheek before he sat himself down in the chair next to you, resting his head on his crossed arms as he looked up at you. draken decided not to push you for let him help. “how’d y’r exam t’day go? know you were dreadin’ that one.” it’s sweet, you think, the way his eyelids seem to be getting harder to hold open but he’s probably still thinking up a plan to work his way around your stubbornness to get you into bed at a reasonable time. 

“it was fine,” you put your notes down and turned to face him, “i finished with time to spare, too, so i don’t think i did that bad.” of course you did well. you always do, draken thought with a smile. “c’mere.” he nodded his head to the side, signalling for you to sit in his lap. his embrace was comforting, warm, too warm, even, for your tired state couldn’t help but relax into it like you’d been longing to all day. “gettin’ tired, angel?” draken could practically feel you melting into him as he rubbed up and down your back. “mhm… but i gotta finish up, kenny, c’mon.” your attempt at moving back to your original chair was futile as draken pulled you back down into a gentle kiss. 

“hmm… but my baby’s so smart, ain’t ya?” he spoke against your lips, and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks reddened at his comment. “don’t think you need t’do anymore when you’re already doing so good… think ya need to come to bed with me ‘n’ get some sleep, hm?” he could feel your smile against his cheek as he kissed anywhere he could without you shying away from him. draken almost chuckled at your actions. he’d always known you to be an independent person, dealing with everything yourself, and though he was no stranger to your stresses and anxieties, seeing you this flustered was rare to him. fuck, you’re so cute.

“what’s this all about, sweets?” he pinched your cheek between a pointer and thumb, “got somethin’ you wanna tell me?” draken’s grin is wide as you peer down into your lap. you know exactly what he wants you to say, to admit that all you want to hear right now is how good you’re doing, how clever you are, to have your hard work appreciated when you feel like it’s futile and a waste of time. though you shook your head as you met his eyes once again, “shut up.” draken hummed at your response, the chewing of your lip and the remains of your bashful smile gave him the wordless answer he wanted. “c’mon then, smart ass, y’re coming to bed with me,” he patted your thigh as a signal get up, “can’t have my clever little thing over workin’ yourself when you’ve got all those other exams to do, can i?”

˗ˏˋ RINDOU

if there was one thing rindou had learned about you it was that once you start something you want to finish it, and you want to finish it well. you want to finish it yourself, it doesn’t feel the same if someone helps you, you tell him. but he knows you’re only human, so when mikey comes and drops another tower of rindou’s paperwork on your desk when you’re already up to your neck in it and it’s almost two in the morning, it’s not hard for him to notice the cracks in your resilience

“what’re you still doin’ here?” you heard rindou mumble from the doorway of your office. blood covered his knuckles and fingers, under his rings, and trailed up to his forearms in spatters. his hair was tousled and messy, violet eyes sleepier than usual. from where he leaned, he looked frightening. beautiful, but frightning. “‘m finishing paperwork.” rindou raised a brow, almost confused, as he checked the clock. two in the morning? finishing paperwork? you must’ve gone mad; it looked like you’d barely started with the piles mikey had dropped on your desk. “that’s your work, is it?” he spoke from the front of your desk. “hm? oh, no, it’s yours,” you held up the sheet you’d been writing, “i already finished my work, but mikey just asked me to get a bit of yours done while you were gone… didn’t have to do all of it but i may as well since i’ve started it.” sleepy was the smile that rested on your face. so pretty, he thought.

rindou sighed in response to your commitment and strolled over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and giving your cheek a quick kiss. “y’know you don’t wanna do all that, baby, c’mon,” kiss, “y’half asleep anyways, let me deal with it tomorrow, kay? need t’rest that pretty head of yours now.” you sighed and slumped backwards into your chair. it’s just work, it’s not even yours, you thought to yourself. you just couldn’t stand having to hand over the responsibility of doing all that work to someone else. you knew that feeling was silly, though, you just couldn’t help it sometimes. the man behind you could already guess the response travelling up your throat, ready to be mumbled out in defeat. rindou pulled away and beckoned you with a finger to stand up, “why don’t you try thinkin’ of the stuff you've already done, hm? come here ‘n’ tell me about it, sweets.” you always appreciated rindou’s attempts at comforting you, despite him never being one to comfort people, only one to help them forget about their current issue. 

you followed him to the couch in your office and laid your tired head in his lap, strong thighs like pillows to you. and although you mostly spoke through a yawn, you told him about the work you did that day. “mhm, good job, baby.” a thumb stroked your cheek before he pulled you up for a quick kiss or two by your jaw. your smile, shy and a little toothy, was felt against his lips as your cheeks reddened under his touch. “such a good little angel f’me, aren’t you? doin’ my work when you don’t need to.” he took note of how warm your cheeks were on the tips of his fingers and pulled away from your face so you could hide your timidity no longer. 

rindou had always had an inkling, even before you were dating, that you enjoyed hearing things like that; having your work appreciated and acknowledged, feeling supported for once. your silly attempts at hiding your smile that never worked. he could tell you’d always been independent, enjoyed being independent, though he also knew that sometimes you wanted to take a break or to not do everything by yourself, to let someone hold your hand for a while. “i didn’t know you could be so shy, i thought you would’a told me to shut up by now.” you looked up at his stupid smirk, knowing he wanted to hear it from you. playful arguing was futile option as any attempt made was to refute rindou’s statement was a failed one. it was worth a shot. you placed your head back on his thighs and your smile said it all, “you like it when i tell you those things don’t you? it’s what you deserve to hear.” 

your grin hadn’t faltered, a sigh passing your lips. “mhm... yeah.” 

rindou knew he was going to tease you about this forever now. he also knew that you’d deny everything every single time <3

reblogs appreciated <33

[bcolfanfic]

need more about the bucks' baby micah, headcanons or blurb i want more!!! (please, and when you have time ofc)

for ref

doing this in headcan0ns list form bc im tired from the time zone switch back to the states

the bucks do, as reffed in that blurb, turn the car around from going to wisconisn to go back to wyoming. end up having to get a hotel somewhere for the night so they don't drive more or less 20 hours roundtrip themselves into an early grave. but yeah.

swing josie by gale's sister’s house on the way back to sheridan. don't explain all the details but have to give her *some* explanation when they go from headed them to wisconsin to now suddenly back in wyoming.

maybe don't explain that this baby is her biological sibling right away but just. say that someone they know needs help with their baby, and that they gotta go back because they don't want him to be in the hospital by himself. pretty word salady but they're exhausted and she's five so. it is what is for the time being.

get to the hospital and get scrubbed in to down to the nicu with natalie to go see him. john's head still feels like his head is still in in spin-mode to the extent that he's not really processing everything fully.

but gale sees that itty bitty baby in his little nicu incubator with a little tube in his nose and is just. distraught.

has to sit down after a minute because its making his chest hurt. he just can't fathom how little he is and how he's in *danger* and how connected he already feels to him.

he gets reallll "woowoo" about the fact that he finally brought up wanting another kid to john all of 20 minutes before they got the call about him. feels like he somehow already intrinsically knew about him before he actually knew.

so kinda the reverse of how it was with josie- gale instantly feels bonded to him and john has a little bit of a harder time.

loves him so much already, is worried sick with all the preemie health stuff he's got going on. its just hard to process how fast everything is happening. if him and gale had sat down and decided to go the infant adoption route that'd be one thing.

in that case he'd have a lot more time to work through his hurdles re: being scared of having a baby, of being responsible for someone's life from scratch etc etc. but here he only had the drive back from wisconsin.

calls his mom a lot. calls curt a lot. that helps.

lil guy doesn't have a name for the first week of his life lmao. they just call him buddy and baby boy and then john is sitting up w/ gale one night and asks if he's given any thought to his name.

they land on micah curtis. micah as a riff off of michael the archangel, and curtis after their best friend (:

curt cries when he finds out. sweet man.

john's mom comes out from wisconsin and when she's there at the hospital that's when both the bucks go to gale's sister's house and have to explain to josie- the best they can- the full details.

poor peanut is so conflicted about Everything. has been confused about not seeing either of her dads in the same room for almost two weeks. is excited about having a baby sibling- but confused about why if he's /her/ sibling from her mom why she can't see her mom.

just a lot of Big Feelings, which gale and john handle the best that they can. good dads <3

i think it finally really Clicks for john when micah is doing okay enough that theyre allowed to hold him. looks at that lil guy in his lil nicu baby beanie sleeping on his chest and just. yeah. big thats my son, i would do anything for you feelings.

john gets really into sitting by his lil incubator and reading to him. nice way to bond that isn't super overwhelming. makes gale heart happy to watch. his boyssss.

this is getting super long lmao so ill cut if off here. but i wove micah- and rachel and i have developed a looottt of lore about him as a teenager/young adult (specifically re: him and wyatt- helen's baby with nash/ev's step son). so feel free to come prompt me to yap more!

[gaystayzennie]

I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

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Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

[n30nwrites]

the lost boys with male reader who loves naps and is always so sleepy, falls asleep anywhere and gets whiny when the boys tell him he can’t nap cus he sleeps too much n it’s not good for his health <3

Hand in Hand; Comfort mixes with Safety

Summary: Heading to the pier, you can't help but Fall asleep, that's what happens when you finally find your safety.

a/n: Yk I love my lost boys soft, i don't do that manipulative shit (also it drains me). This is short. I don't even know when this request was sent so sorry if it's been a bit.

Word Count: 1.0k

Reader: Male, 2nd person. Use of nicknames but they are genderneutral for the most part, He/Him pronouns are used.

Warnings: Fluff, Surf Nazis, Mention of murder and othr Lost Boys stuff but nothing gone into detail. Reader wants to sleep but boys are worried.

Disclaimer; i do not own The Lost Boys Characters nor Story line nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any images used.

Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are appreciated.

It was easy to fall asleep around them. Not that they were boring, they were quite the opposite actually. But once you had felt safe with them, being around them just felt so calming that you could close your eyes and rest.

And you did that, often.

You loved them, just a little but more than you loved naps. You were always tired, and with your trust in the boys, you knew you could fall asleep at any point and they would protect you.

You never got sleep, you just had naps. Which you preferred. A few hours of sleep made you feel better than sleeping for 8 hours.

Like now, you were napping. You were in the between stages of awake and sleep, your body slowly going numb as your eyes kept fluttering close, your jacket was zipped up to prevent the cold and you were laying your head on David's back.

You were falling asleep, holding onto David on the back of his motorcycle while you and your boys were heading to the pier. The boys could hear your heart beat slowing down, and Marko and Paul looked at each other.

Sleeping on the back of his motorcycle whilst the boys drove at high speeds was dangerous, and David faltered when he felt your grip loosen, his foot slowly lifting from the peddle and slowing down, he readjusted his hands.

"You gotta wake up Darling." David drove with one hand, the other gripping both of your wrists, holding you tightly. "Can't fall asleep on the drive, you'll get hurt." Still human, still fragile, he hated it.

"i'll be fine..." your voice came out soft, as your whined and dug your face deeper into his back, and through the rushing wind if they were human you wouldn't have been heart at all.

"Gotta stay awake, not good for you." He rolled his shoulders, disturbing your comfort more for the sake of keeping you awake. You just huffed at his words, groaning and just turning your head, now facing Dwayne instead of the terror twins. "Don't ignore me."

"We'll be there in a few minutes, just let me sleep until then." It was almost hard for him to argue against you. Out of the four of them, David liked spoiling you the most, anything you wanted, he was willing to give to you. David's one hand that was steering the motorcycle quickly left to gently slap your thigh, "Few more minutes, for me?"

"Love you." Your hands grabbed his shirt, as you put your head on his shoulder, wind blowing in your face so you could stay awake. David returned to his normal speed, which was illegally fast, and it wasn't long before they arrived at the pier, and immediately received dirty looks from the onlookers. You continued to lean, except this time on Dwayne as he was the quieter and stood still better than the blondes. "What are the plans?"

"Terrorize some surf nazis, eat some food because, you, Darlin', haven't eaten at all today and I'm not even sure about yesterday." You weren't with the boys yesterday, work tired you out more than usual and you slept throughout the day, only waking up to do some chores, which they had no idea about. Paul wrapped his arm around you, pulled you away from your human pillow, tugging you to the rides and the food, the sweet smell filled the air.

Nothing really stopped you from your tired state though. While Paul pulled you ahead, Marko, Dwayne, and David followed behind, a few steps away as they spoke to each other.

"It's not healthy for humans to be sleeping this much, right?" David asked.

"Not really, especially with the way he forgets to eat." Dwayne watched as your steps stuttered, slightly tripping over yourself.

"We need to turn him."

"He doesn't want to yet, we're lucky he's fine with everything else." Marko wasn't just mentioning the fact that you knew they were vampires. It was the fact that when David would do anything for you, that meant killing for you, and the other three wouldn't have opposed doing so in your name. And you were aware of that, just that your mind often was imaginative and the one time you had stumbled upon them whilst they were killing, you hadn't exactly been fine with it all. You knew they killed, seeing it meant something else though.

"His health will only get worse if he continues like this."

"Not like he'd actually get it checked out."

"Come on Boys!" You called for them, as Paul was quickly walking to a food truck and grabbing you something. It didn't take long for him to come back, probably because he cut the line and despite his aura, Paul was threatening. You ate quickly, as Marko had insisted that they should head to the Ferris wheel, your eyes were heavy but you tried your best to stay awake.

That didn't last long.

Hadn't even reached the top and your head was slumped against Paul's shoulder. You said you were just resting your eyes but that was a clear lie to everyone that knew you. When you reached the top you were out of it, and the boys just watched, staring as your chest relaxed and your stomach slowly went in and out, your heart beat being the one thing they were focused on.

When the ride ended, Marko was the one to try to wake you, he put his hand on your thigh and gently shook you awake. "Stop..." You dragged out the 'p' as you gently pushed him away.

"We gotta get off."

"Don't wanna," You slurred your words, "I'm tired, Paul's comfy."

"You think all of us are comfy," They were getting closer, and whilst they would be fine with threatening the worker and making the teen just skip them, the boys still had to eat. "We gotta go, time to feed."

"Already ate."

"Not you Mi Corazón."

"Oh." You took your head off of Paul's shoulder as the door opened and Dwayne stepped out. The four followed after him, as they headed towards the beach for a bonfire.

"You've gotta stop sleeping so much, completely ignoring the party all night we got going on." Paul joked, laughing at your playful scowl.

"Plus it's not healthy." Marko adjusted his arm to wrap around you. Another thing the boys did, constant touching. It didn't have to be all the time, but just one of them needed to be touching you.

Comfort, that's what you all felt around each other.

[hoshigray]

HEYYY🤪who ever requested y/n bratting off to toji is a blessing fr.🙏🏼 Can you also do the same thing but fluff edition. If the post is gone, dont worry about it. Love your writing!!

No worries, noonie, bc I made sure to save the fluff version as a Word doc if needed, lol. But here ya go, hope ya enjoy and tysm!!:)

Reminder: This is a sfw/fluff version of this thirst!

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff!! - pet names (baby, kid/kiddo) - implied that reader is shorter than Toji - first, the reader is sour, but then they're sweet :) - Toji calls you a 'bitch' but not in a belittling way, just frustrated with your antics - lots of humor bc we love making this man suffer, lol - the reader gives him a scare hiding from him (again, make him suffer! but he's hella worried about you so </3) - angst(?) - reader being a brat and Toji being a grumpy bf = a perfect couple ♡ Wc: 2.4k

It's late in the night, WAY past the midnight hour. The streets are quiet, people are home sleeping, and the air is curtained in a cool mist from rain not too long ago.

And yet here you are, in an open grocery store skimming through the fruits section. You pick up a bag of apples and examine them before placing them back down, moving on to the next aisle.

Behind you, the squeaky wheels of the shopping cart follow your every step, driven by your boyfriend — Toji.

The two of you had left a movie theater to see a movie you'd been anticipating seeing, which only had seating at the last showing of its week — 12:30 a.m. The runtime was two hours and thirty minutes, so it wasn't to your surprise that the plaza was utterly empty by the time it ended. Although you're happy you got to see the movie, you made a mental note to get tickets earlier next time.

Suddenly, you realize you forgot to grocery shop, and most nearby stores are closed. But after many trips around the neighborhood, you've finally found a store open for twenty-four hours.

So here you are, scoping around the aisles to pick up things and check them off your list. Now all there's left is the toilet paper, which would be right on the top shelf...that you can't reach.

You turn to your side to see your boyfriend looking down at his phone. Well, he's no help. With a sigh, you place your phone inside your pocket and try to carefully reach for the toilet paper, stepping on the lower shelves and being mindful not to step on any of the items below.

Toji notices something up when he glances up at you trying to climb up to get something from the top shelf. Putting his phone in his jean jacket, he comes around and hovers over you while grabbing for the toilet paper. You watch, and you shake your head at him. Damn, tall people...Hold on. An idea pops inside your head, and a grin molds onto your lips.

"Hey!" You call out to the man before he puts the item at the bottom of the cart. "I was getting that."

"I know, but y'r lil legs and arms weren't getting you any far, baby." He sends you a sly smirk, causing you to take offense to his comment.

Oh, two can play this game, Mister..."Put it back."

His brows crease together. "What?"

"Put it back up there," you repeat yourself to the man and point at the top shelf. His confused expression is still present when he hesitantly does what you instruct him. "And then pick me up to get it."

He looks at you like you're crazy. "What kind of shit are you on?"

You giggle. "Oh, come on, Toji. I was trying to get it, so I wanna do it."

"You could barely touch it."

"Not unless I have my trusty, tall boyfriend to help me, so pick me up!" You lift your arms for your waist to be open for grabs, and Toji just stares at you. With a heavy sigh and a scrunched expression, he lifts you up effortlessly, and you happily take the toilet paper he just put back up.

You beam at him once you're put down, and the older man has never rolled his eyes so fast. "Actin' like a damn kid."

Your tone is matter-of-fact as you put the item under the cart: "You call me a kid all the time, so I gotta uphold the title. Okay, that should be everything from my list, so let's get the other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah, like sandwich meat, chips, and juice for Tsumiki and Megumi. They're going swimming with their friends tomorrow, and they need lunch to take with them."

Toji crosses his arms, examining you walk past him with the cart. "I suppose you're the one paying for all that."

"I'm absolutely...not," you don't have to turn around to know the man behind you has his jaw dropped. "I'm paying for the things on my list, and you pay for the other stuff."

"And what makes you think I'd pay? I already paid for the dinner and the tickets for the damn movie."

"Yes, indeed you did. But guess what, I'm using my money for my things. So, Toji dearest, it's only right that you pay for the things for your children." You peek behind you to see your boyfriend throw daggers at you with emerald eyes. Your smile only grows. "What kind of father would you be if you don't care for those angels?"

Toji just groans and mumbles curses under his breath. "They're only angels when you're around, ya damn brat..."

The two of you head to the snack aisle, the right side harboring a massive assortment of chips. You stop the cart when you spot a brand of chips you remember is a favorite in the Fushiguro household. The only problem is that the flavor you're looking for — which is on the bottom shelf — is nearly empty, meaning the last few are further in the back.

"Hey, Toji," The named man comes from behind, resting his chin on your head. "Those chips down there, ya think there could still be some in the far back?"

"Mmm," His broad chest vibrates against your back from his gruff hum. "Probably."

"Mind getting them for me."

"....Why can't you get it?"

"Because I told you to get it. Besides," you bring up your hands with two fingers up to air quote your following sentence. "I don't think my 'lil arms and legs' will get me far."

Toji's quiet for a few moments, and you bite your lip to not laugh. But it's no use when he flicks your ear before leaving your side, giggles fake cries of pain exiting your lips. "Fuckin' bitch."

"I heard that!"

"Good." You blow a raspberry at him as he groans, kneeling to the floor, and crouches to put his head under the shelf. The image of your brawny man squeezing through the racks is a rarity, and you can't laugh because you know he'll kill you once he gets back up. So, with silent quickness, you grab your smartphone, take a picture, and swiftly put it back in your pocket. You chuckle to yourself in accomplishment. That's for calling me a bitch, you bastard.

The man comes up with a bag of chips in hand, the exact flavor you were looking for. However, "Woah, woah, woah, that's not the right size."

"What are you on about this time?"

"I always get the family-size. That's just the regular one."

"Yeah, so?"

"So?" The older man is visibly vexed that you repeat after him, yet you continue. "Toji, I know you're gonna snack on those later, but I'm gonna use it to pack lunch for the kids. And judging by how small the packaging is, that's not gonna last for the entire week — let alone three days. Miki and Megs aren't gonna like you for that. Go get the family-size pack."

"They don't have it down here; it's just this!"

"Well, what are you gonna do? Buy three more bags...Oh."

Toji notices you spot something that puts your thoughts aside, so he follows your line of sight to the top shelf. As you described earlier, family-sized chips were stationed at the very top, unlike at the bottom stand where they usually are.

All you can do is smile sheepishly at Toji when you two glance at each other, the older man giving you the heaviest glare you've ever received. "If you ask me to pick you up again, I'm throwin' ya up there and leavin' you til next time."

"Don't bother. I'm going to get the sandwich meats." You turn away from him and the cart to hide your laughs and head to the deli aisle. "You stay right there. I'll be right back."

"Hmph, whatever." The man grabs the right size of chips and chucks them into the cart. And then he leans against the shelves, waiting for your arrival so you two can finally leave the store.

One minute pasts. Then two...Three....Four.....Five—What the fuck!?

There's no way the store is that big for you to find the deli aisle. It's nearly been six minutes, and you have yet to return to the snack aisle! Toji can only wonder what it is that's taking you so damn long. They probably saw somethin' cute and will ask me to get it for 'em. Hmph, like hell. Or maybe they don't have the sandwich meats they're lookin' for and are tryin' to find something else to substitute. Or they could be lost, who knows.

But the more he thinks, his thoughts delve into darker reflections. And if they're lost, would they run into someone for help? What if that person doesn't work here, talking to a damn stranger. What if that bastard is making them uncomfortable? Taking advantage of them. Or worse: a kidnapping.

Dread corrupts all of Toji's senses when his mind wanders to the worst scenarios, but he can't help it when you haven't returned to him. There's already one person he's lost in his life, and he wouldn't want to lose you too. That's why he straightens himself up and ditches the cart full of your stuff to find you for himself. Because if you aren't in this store right now, things will start to get ugly.

He storms out of the aisle, looking around to assess the parameter. Deep breaths don't seem to calm him down, as the dry bob in his throat makes it difficult to swallow. He looks up to see the signs for every aisle. Deli...Where the hell is—

That thought grinds to a halt when he hears footsteps approach from behind. So Toji turns around with haste, grabbing the pocket knife always kept in his jean pocket.

However, he doesn't pull the defensive weapon out. Instead, his tense physique relaxes, and a wave of relief soothes him down back to Earth. Because the footsteps belonged to you. You were okay.

"Damn, you and your freaky senses! I was hiding behind that bread rack over there and waiting for you to turn around so I could surprise you. Hehe, but I can see you must've—Ow, ow, ouch!!!"

Unlike before, genuine cries of pain fly out your mouth when Toji pinches your cheeks, twisting them so hard that you scream louder the tighter the grip. He doesn't let go until you step on his foot, and even then, the hurtful wails are replaced with laughter.

"You absolute fucking brat." You try to cover your giggles with your hands, but the irritated expression on Toji's face makes it difficult to keep your composure. "Over here tryin' to scare me and shit when I'm wondering what the hell's takin' you so damn long. Not even my own damn kids give me this much trouble."

"Oh shit, pfffthaha. At lea-At least I—wheeze," You're trying so hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, but God was you in hysterics. Tears prickle, and you slowly reveal some packaged items in your hands. "At least I got the sandwich meat."

Toji swiftly snatches the deli products off your grasp, causing you to laugh even harder to the point of your stomach hurting and your eyes forced shut. But that doesn't stop the man from pulling you to the unattended cart by the back of your neck, caging you between him and the handlebar.

But no matter, because you still laugh walking down the aisle with him. You still laugh at the self-checkout. And you still laugh when putting the groceries in the trunk of Toji's car and placing the cart in the corral.

Even when you sit in the passenger seat, chuckles fill the silence and one-sided tension. You peer to Toji's side to see him harbor a scowl while facing the windshield, downright avoiding you. "Oh, come on, Toji, it was just a little prank. You gotta admit it was kinda funny!"

He shakes his head, eyes still honed in front of him.

"What? Oh, so you're not gonna talk to me?"

Nothing.

"Are you serious? Toji, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Were you worried about me for real—"

"Yeah, kid." Now he looks at you; his forest-green orbs capture yours as if luring you to listen to what he's saying. "I was fuckin' worried about you. Thought somethin' bad happened or...whatever, forget it." Toji lets a heavy sigh exit his system, resting his head on his hand.

And you just watch him, not bothering to say a word back. It doesn't take long for you to understand where he's coming from because you're already beating yourself about it with the uneasy silence between you two.

You know about Toji's loss — his late wife, Megumi's mother. You don't know too much about her passing. However, you're enormously aware of how significant a toll the loss took on Toji. It took him a long time to even consider dating again and putting a label on your relationship.

So now that he's with you, it's easy to understand that he doesn't want you getting hurt and anything dreadful happening on your end.

And yet, acting like a child isn't making things any better.

You silently exhale and hesitantly set a hand on the one lying still on his thigh. You notice his head turn in your direction from the sudden contact, but you don't address it, just leaning on him with your head on his shoulder. Toji lets you do so.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry like that." You say to him, your eyes on your hand rubbing on the back of his. "Just wanted to act silly with you, is all. Didn't want to scare you."

"Who told you to act silly?"

"Uhh, me? 'Cause it's like 3 a.m., just the two of us. And it's the weekend."

You can feel the rise and fall of his shoulder following the sigh he lets out through his nose. Toji then removes his hand from you and puts it on your shoulder to keep you close. "You can be a pain in the ass, ya know that, kiddo?"

"Yeah, yeah. But I know you love me for it~." You move to happily kiss him on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure." He kisses your temple and rests his head on yours. The two of you indulge in the comfortable silence of the car for a few minutes, relinquishing each other's presence before driving home. "Just be a lil' more careful, 'kay, baby?"

"Mmm, promise."

...

But you're still gonna make that picture you took of Toji your wallpaper. It's a true gem. Plus, it's what you get for calling me a bitch.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm outta my head over you Pt. 7

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | AO3 | playlist

this is the last chap of my steddie week fic!! i have a little blurb i may do for tomorrow's open ended prompt, but for now, here's the last @steddie-week prompt: misunderstandings

Robin stops him as they’re herding the gremlins into their respective vehicles. You’d think that after nearly five hours of spending the four barely adults’ money would be enough time at the arcade. But no. They’re all fighting them on leaving. As if they all won’t be asleep by the time they get home.

“Once you get it done, you may want to get up early.”

“Uh..what?”

“Steve always goes for a run at like ass o’clock in the morning.” she’s speaking low and fast to try and not draw attention to them, but their normal level of volume with one another is normally 100 times louder than this, so she’s really doing the exact opposite. “If you get up early enough, you can leave it for him while he’s gone.”

“Okayokay, I got it! Now stop making this weird.”

She looks around to find Steve already staring at the two of them questioningly.

“Oh shit… OKAY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE EDDIE.” she practically yells.

“What the hell, Robin? I don’t have a date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great!” she’s walking away already, shrugging like even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said that. “Call me when you’re home!”

Eddie smacks his palm against his forehead and turns to his van, not even daring to look at Steve again.

He finally does dare once he’s in his van and has started moving, giving Steve a ‘nothing wrong or weird here’ wave as he pulls away.

The expression on Steve’s face is indiscernible. Somewhere stuck between totally blank, and the most devastated look he’s ever seen.

Damnit, Robin.

He only ended up with Max in his van on the way back, so when they get back, he helps her inside, and resigns himself to staying up all night to finish the tape.

He pulls in next to Wayne’s truck at the same time his uncle is coming out the front door, a dufflebag in hand. 

“You off to work early old man?” and he asks as he gets out of his van, it’s only about 9 PM now and his uncle doesn’t usually go in until near midnight. 

“Yep, gettin’ some dinner with the fellas before we head in. Gotta leave shift early to go visit yer aunt.”

Ah. “That time of year is it?”

“Yep, I’ll see ya tomorrow evenin’, son. Don’t be getting into any trouble, y’hear?”

Eddie just shrugs. “You know me.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Wayne says with a crinkly smirk.

He gives his uncle a short hug, and Wayne kisses the top of his head with another ‘be safe’.

Then, because he’s agonizing about it, Eddie spends the next couple hours cleaning the trailer instead of picking the last two songs that will go on his side (listening to said tape while he does).

He’s still got some ideas from before, but only a couple good ones..and not all of them will fit in the time he’s estimated is left on the B side.

It isn’t until he gets to Be My Baby on his second listen through that he knows which one he’s going to add next.

After he’s got that one figured out and recorded, there definitely isn’t enough room left for the rest of the picks, so he adds the one he thinks says the most about how he feels about Steve, the one that says everything he needs to say.

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“Robin did say ‘ass o’clock’,” Eddie says to himself, glancing at the clock in his dashboard.

5:13. Yeah, that sounds right.

Eddie lets out a huge cracking yawn. Okay, he’s definitely gonna crash once he gets back to the trailer. He was so wired after finally finishing the tape, he couldn’t sleep even though he wanted to.

He makes it to Steve's street and parks up the road a bit (not wanting the rattle of his van to alert Steve to his presence if he hadn’t left yet), and walks the last leg. The tape in his pocket feels like it weighs a million pounds.

When he finally rounds the bushes at the front edge of Steve’s yard, Eddie feels every cell in his body seize up at once.

Nancy’s car is in the driveway.

What the–

Suddenly, the front door opens. He dives back behind the bushes, peeking through the leaves. You know, like a sane person?

Why the fuck is Nancy leaving Steve's house so early

Why is Steve only wearing those tiny fuckin’ shorts?

Oh no..

Oh shit.

There’s only one fucking reason

This is all wrong! Nancy knows he has feelings for Steve, was that not what that was at the arcade?

She’s with Robin, she didn’t refute it.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna have to tell Robin.

Eddie debates making himself known, let himself barrel over whatever awkwardness may arise, but he’s still got his heart in his pocket, addressed to Steve.. What’s he supposed to do with that then?

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t see you there! Just came by to drop off your very personal property that your best friend stole for me to defile! Nancy? Oh hey, you’re here! What’s up with tha–”

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the door of Nancy's station wagon shuts, the engine turning over. 

She pulls out, thankfully heading away from where he’s hidden.

Eddie watches until she’s out of sight, then jumps again when he hears Steve’s front door close.

Steve does a few hops in place from foot to foot on his front stoop (still shirtless), and starts off on his run the same way Nancy had gone. Had he been able to see shirtless, sweaty Steve whenever he wanted?? He just goes for runs like this every day? Why had no one told him??

‘Oh fuckin’ hell, shut up, shutup!!’ He yells at himself.

Now what?

Eddie sits in the grass in Steve Harrington’s front yard and stares at the back of his mailbox.

Does he still leave the tape? Of course he should, it is Steve’s tape afterall.

But what about the songs? Steve’s not gonna want his bullshit now…

He could go back to his van and re-write the note then come back and leave it. No, he wouldn’t have time now, Steve’s athletic, yeah, but Eddie’s been frozen in his front yard for a while now. He’d be back soon.

Fuck it. 

He’ll drop the tape on the front step, go back home and pack up his shit. Yeah. Good a time as any to get the fuck outta here.

Confessing your feelings to one of your closest friends who very obviously just got back together with his ex not even ten hours after you’d seen him and were very obviously flirting with each other?

Yeah. Not ideal.

Does he have the funds to get the fuck outta here? No. But he’s got enough for gas and he’s got a van. He’ll just load his mattress into the back and be gone before the rest of the town fully wakes up.

Good plan, Eddie’s brain. Thank you, rest of Eddie.

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Steve slows to a jog once he can see his house, cooling down from his run on the last little bit of his road, and stopping in his driveway to do some stretches back to the door.

He’s sinking down into his last lunge when he sees the little square of…something…sitting on the front step.

“The hell?”

He stoops down and picks it up, turns it over. There’s a piece of lined paper rubber banded around it.

Peeling off the band, Steve steps inside and unfolds the letter, leaning back on the now closed front door to read

“...oh no…” Steve looks down at the case in his hand. Now he sees why the rubberband was necessary, there’s another folded wad of papers shoved into the cassette’s case, now popped open without the band holding it together.

His heart, previously calmed down from his run, now beat wildly in his chest as he unfurls the short stack of paper.

He reads the first line, ‘8. I Was Made For Lovin’ You...’

“Holy shit.”

Steve books it up the stairs, he’s gotta get showered, he’s gotta get changed, he’s got one more song to add to the tape.

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Eddie’s just finished packing up his clothes when his alarm clock radio goes off, the 7am alarm still set for when he has to get up for school.

“...still don’t believe it, he was just leaving OH there must be some misunderstanding! There must be some kind of mistake…” blasts through the tinny speakers.

Nopenopenope, not dealing with that right now.

He slaps the clock around until it finally shuts off its maniacal teasing, and goes back to packing (and blinking away some wayward tears).

He’s just dropped the second bag of clothes and his sweetheart in her case by the front door and is contemplating if his mattress would actually fit in the back of his van, when there’s a knock on the door.

Eddie’s gut freezes mid-flip.

Oh no. Please n–

“Eddie, are you there? It’s Steve. Can I come in?”

‘Don’t move. Don’t make a single sound. Maybe he’ll think you’re not home and just leave.’

“C’mon man, I know you’re in there. You’re van’s out here.”

“Shit.”

Eddie trudges his way to the front door and opens it.

Even with floppy, just-washed, hair and an inside-out polo, Steve’s still the most beautiful person in existence.

“What do you want, Steve?” Wow. Even he’s surprised at how morose he sounds.

“I uh, I got your tape..my tape? I got your note. I added one more song and I thought, maybe, I could–” Steve looks down. “Are you..” his voice pitches high so he clears it. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Mhm.” Eddie can’t look him in the eye. He stares at the porch.

“Where are you–”

“Just going, ‘kay Steve? No need to worry about me being around anymore.” Eddie practically spits, still not looking up at his friend.

“Eddie, what are you–” he cuts himself off, his voice going soft. “Did you not mean what you said?”

That makes Eddie look up at him. Steve’s gaze is now cast downwards, staring blankly at Eddie’s packed bags.

“...I meant every word. Every song, Steve. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he’s truly mad now, who does he think he is, trying to act all glum like he wasn’t the one betraying his best friend.

“B-betraying my best–Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

Damn! He said that out loud.

“Just go away, Steve. I won’t tell Robin, but you definitely should.” Eddie moves to close the front door and turns back towards his room. He doesn’t hear it close, but he hears the creak of the floor when Steve follows him in.

Of. Course.

“Tell Robin what, Eddie? I already told her how I felt about you, that’s why she stole you the tape in the first plac–”

“Not that! You–” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides and spins back to face Steve. “That you hooked up with her girlfriend last night.” Steve’s face pales and Eddie continues on. “Yeah. I came by to drop off your tape; Robin thought I could leave it there when you left for your run. But lo and behold, what do I see when I come by? Nancy Wheeler’s car in your driveway at ass o’clock in the morning.

“Now, I may be a third time senior, but even I know what the fuck that means. Especially when, not long after I’ve gotten there, the Lady Wheeler herself waltzes out the door with Tiny Shorts McGee following her like a lost puppy.” he gestures at Steve, who’s still frozen in place by the door.

“So yeah, you can just burn those notes for all I care, I don’t even know why I still left it. Whatever. I’m leaving today anyway so you don’t need to worry about me pining hopelessly after you, ‘kay?”

Eddie’s chest is heaving, his eyes are burning with unshed tears, and Steve…starts laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” There are tears spilling freely out of his eyes now. “You’re really good y’know, had everyone fooled. Even me! King Steve is alive and well, everyone!” Eddie spreads his hands wide and yells to no one.” I can’t believe you got me to fall for your good guy schtick. Get the fuck outta my house, Harrington.” Eddie points to the door, stalking forward.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.” Steve puts his hands out and Eddie stops, crossing his arms and glaring. “Eddie, please, Nancy was only dropping something off for me.”

“Yeah righ–”

“She was! She came by that early because she’s driving to an interview this morning at a paper in Indy. She knew I’d be up for my run anyway, so she stopped to give me the revisions she made to my–you know what, hold on. I’m calling Robin.”

“Steve, I told you to get the fuck out of my house, not go further into it.”

Steve ignores him and goes to the phone, giving Eddie as wide of a berth as he can while he passes. He picks it up and dials.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Harrington, get the fuck out of here–” Eddie’s anger is multiplied tenfold when Steve holds out a finger to shush him.

“Hi Mr. Buckley, this is Steve. I’m sorry to call so early, but can I please speak to Robin? There was a last minute change to our schedule…thank you.’

Eddie watches Steve’s face morph from his customer service expression, to an admittedly frightening pissed off smile when Robin apparently gets on the line.

“Hey Robin! I found my Eddie tape! It’s the funniest thing, I came back from my run and it was sitting on my doorstep.”

Eddie can hear the muffled sound of Robin’s voice coming through the earpiece.

“I know, isn’t that crazy?” Damn, Steve’s passive aggressive voice is…something else. “He must’ve dropped it off while I was gone..why wouldn’t he give it to me in person?”

Steve waves at Eddie to come closer, and when he stubbornly doesn’t, Steve rolls his eyes and comes to him, stretching the cord across the kitchen as he does.

“Hmmm...maybe.. Or maybe something scared him off?” He takes in an over-dramatic sarcastic gasp. “Or maybe, my best friend and soulmate who stole the tape for him, told him to come by at the exact worst time! When she knew a certain ex of mine and current girlfriend of hers was stopping by before leaving to Indy and it scared him off!”

Steve tilts the handset out from his ear so Eddie can hear..there’s complete silence on the other end.

“That would suck, don't you think? Seeing your crush’s ex leaving their house early in the morning when you’re coming over to confess to them?” He continues.

“Oh. My. God. Steve!! I am so so sorry I–”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Eddie.”

Steve grabs up Eddie’s hand and wraps it around the handset, forcing him to take it, then stomps off into the living room.

Eddie puts the phone to his ear and walks back to the receiver, Robin rambling in his ear the whole way. 

“--ddie, I’m so so sorry! I totally forgot Nancy was dropping off Steve’s paper this morning before she went to her interview! Please please don’t be mad at me, actually, scratch that. Be super mad at me, but definitely not at Steve, okay? I should have remembered, I should have told you, I should hav–”

It’s effective, he feels the anger draining out of him. “Robin, Robin! It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie glances over at Steve, who’s pacing up and down the short length of the trailer’s living room. “But now I have a very pissed off Harrington in my house right now…you got any survival tips for me?” he mumbles lowly.

“...Oh! I know, just go over there and kiss hi–her–stupid!” Eddie snorts through his nose, her parents must still be nearby.

“Got it, I’ll try that. Thanks Birdie…for everything.”

She sighs in relief. “You’re welcome, Doofus.”

Eddie slowly hangs up the phone, and turns to where Steve is. Now stationary, he’s got one hand on his hip, and the other is rifling through his hair nervously.

‘Yep. Buckley’s right.’

Eddie takes a deep breath and crosses to Steve in three short strides, grabs his face in both his hands, and kisses him deeply.

Steve responds immediately; he wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist, his large palm centered squarely on his lower back, and one around his arm, lacing his fingers into Eddie’s curls and cupping the back of his head.

Steve pulls their bodies flush and cants his hips into Eddie’s, tugs a breathy moan from Eddie’s throat when the hand in his curls tightens.

Eddie’s nose is pressed uncomfortably into the space between Steve’s nose and cheekbone with how close they’ve smushed themselves together, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care. 

He’s kissing Steve Harrington. 

There’s a strong thigh slotted between his, and Steve Harrington is kissing him back. 

Eddie moves one hand down to clutch at Steve’s shirt, and pushes the other back, grabbing onto those short hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.

They finally come up for air after one too many teeth clashes, their foreheads coming together.

“Hi.” they breathe out at the same time, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“We’re kinda idiots, huh?” Steve says, looking cross-eyed between Eddie’s eyes. The hazel of his eyes sparkling with the movement.

Eddie chuckles. “Dingus and Doofus, remember?” he points to each of them in turn, only lifting his pointer finger out of the grip on Steve’s shirt to do so.

“Can I play you the last song now?”

and then they low dance in eddie's living room

Yay!! that's it, thanks for following along with this one!!! here's the last tags :o) @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, @manda-panda-monium

Here's some notes since it's the last part:

this is the most I’ve ever written in such a short time, I literally wrote each of these chapters the day before their day to be posted….most of it while at work lmao

Steve used a Sony C60 tape. i.e. there’s 60-ish minutes of space on it. before At Last, the songs on the tape totaled 55 min 55 seconds, a perfect amount left for Etta James (ending up at 58 min 54 seconds in total according to my spoofy playlist).

I know that the Eddie half of songs weren’t really…’Eddie music’, but in my head, Eddie likes music for being music. All music is good (like he said to Max in part 5). Plus, he wanted to put songs on the tape that he knew Steve would like/want to listen to.

steve asked nancy to make revisions on his nursing school application essay (he found he quite liked the process of taking care of eddie and wants to go to school for it!)

anyone else just recently realize that Take Me Home Tonight had an allusion to Be My Baby?? anyway, love that, wanted to make that a thing here :o)

and lastly, a couple of little things i LOVED about this fic that i didn’t see anyone else / only a couple people point out:

Steve singing the rubber duckie song to Eddie in part 5

Eddie literally giving Gareth the shirt off his back in part 2 when Tommy threw his pop on him (in my head, this is the same red buffalo check flannel that Gareth ends up cutting the sleeves off of and wears in S4).

that's all!! thanks for reading, friends :o)

[plut0slover]

This is the first story I've written. I originally wanted to put it on wattpad, but only ever posted the first chapter. Hopefully, I will post it on here, willing so much to make me want to post the other parts.

Be My Eyes For Me

Original story by: Plut0slover

(Y/N)'s POV

"Whatever you do (Y/N), don't let the curse come near you! That liquid he shoots out burns. Careful got it?" Nanami looked over at me, squeezing my shoulder. "We both gotta make it home alive. Ok?"

I looked at him and placed my hand on his. "Don't worry about it love. I don't plan on dying today. Neither are you. Now, we should get back to the battle before the curse gets any of us." At that moment I turned to see the curse, who was trying to get out my strings." I say we execute it, shall we?" I look back at Nanami as I pull the curse towards us, pulling him with my string. Just as Nanami was gonna execute the curse, he spit something out.

SPLASH

I suddenly fell back. Nanami quickly executes the curse, he then gets down to my level. "Love! You ok!? Didn't I just say to be careful!?"All I could do was cover my face from the burn. The burning sensation I was feeling was like if they put my face on fire. I couldn't see. I couldn't think at that moment. It burned way too much to do anything. I could hear Nanami's concerned voice in the distance. I tried to say something but I couldn't. The pain was too much. I couldn't see anything. Suddenly it went quiet.

Nanami's POV

When I saw (Y/N) cover her face, I knew it was bad. I tried calling out for her, and I quickly scooped her up. Suddenly, (Y/N) passed out in my arms. I quickly dialed Shoko up, letting her know what had happened and that I was on my way. I quickly got into our car, placing her in the passenger seat. I went to the other side, the divers' side. I turned the car on and started driving as fast as I could. I tried my best to be as safe as possible. All i cared about at that moment was Y/N. We have been married for 3 years now. Unfortunately, they made both of us work on our anniversary. At least we got put together for the mission. We were supposed to go to dinner after the mission. Though it seemed the universe had other plans. I arrived at the infirmary. I quickly parked the car, and at that moment, I saw Shoko run out, rolling a bed out. With the help of others, Shoko and her team put Y/N on the bed and headed back into the building. I got out the driver's side and quickly ran behind her. Shoko's team brought (Y/N) into a room, but before I could go in, Shoko stopped me.

"Kento, you can't come in right now. We have to help (Y/N) first. Figure out what's wrong and what we can do. Take a seat over here." I followed Shoko to a small waiting room. "Don't worry Kento. I'll let you know when you can check on (Y/N). Hopefully it's not too ba-'' Suddenly one of Shoko's staff members called out for her before she could finish her statement. Shoko quickly ran back to Y/N room. Panic filled my head. At that moment I couldn't think straight. All i could think about was about my wife, (Y/N)... (Y/L/N) Nanami.

Hours passed by and no one had come to get me. I was falling asleep in the chair. My eyes felt heavy. I started shutting them, suddenly someone tapped on my shoulders. My eyes shot open. I looked to see who had tapped me and it was Shoko. I quickly got up from my seat and started asking her a million questions. "How (Y/N)!? She's ok, right? Nothing too serious... right?" Shoko looked at me, giving me a worried look.

"(Y/N)... Her body is ok but it seems like the curse burnt the left side of her face. She hasn't woken up yet. There's a very high chance that she won't be able to see out of her left eye anymore. There's also a chance she can't see out of her right eye, but for now, her right side isn't badly burnt. A mark here and there on her right side, but not much. Wanna wait for her here, or are you gonna head home?"

I sighed, relieved that she's mostly ok. "I'll sleep here tonight. Am I allowed in her room?" Shoko nodded and made a hand movement to follow her. I followed her into (Y/N)'s room. The left side of her face is covered in bandages. Her long (H/C) hair rested on her shoulders. She was in a deep sleep.

"Since there wasn't much damage to the rest of her body, she should wake up by tomorrow. Besides that, you should get checked out too Kento. You're bleeding from your shoulder a bit." I nodded in agreement as she cleaned my shoulder. I looked at her, and right before I could ask her, she spoke up.

"I know what you're thinking, Why don't I heal up her eye. The thing is I don't know how to bring someone's sight yet, but once I am able to do that, I'll let you both know. Now get some rest. It looks like you need it." And with that, Shoko left the room. I stayed staring at (Y/N), wishing she would just wake-up at that moment. Wishing that once she woke up, she could see. I just wanted to hug her, kiss her, be in her arms... What an anniversary.

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Hope I didn't do too badly for my 1st chapter. I really hope yall enjoyed this. 2nd chapter to come soon! I kinda made Y/N's pov shorter, I don't really know why. Anyways, see you all in the next chapter.

[yowyowyaoi]

Tobi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Sasori

What exactly do you expect me to say to that?

Donuts outside your door. Peace offering.

I’m sure it’s just as scared of you as you are of it.

No it’s three. THREE leaves are bad.

I’ll have Deidara give it to you but from now on if you idiots choose to keep going out without sunscreen I’m no longer treating the burn.

I noticed. But we all have secrets. That one is yours.

I’ve long forgotten the taste of food but if you think you can do a better job than Konan, by all means tell her. I’m sure she’ll take it well.

From Zetsu

What would he even be to you? Uncle? Grandpa? Great-grandpa? 

Patience, sunshine and a lottttttt of sugar.

He wouldn’t be very pleased that you’re letting one immature blonde ruin your focus this way …

No I HAD to eat him. His screaming would have attracted the enemy.

Your eyes look atrocious have you been using the drops??

Don’t kill it until I get there! They make great snacks 😋

I get that but sleep is important too kid.

Pls tell me you’re not the one who ate it all. Please. Please.

From Hidan

I mean maybe if you had a bigger dick but I’m not even sure the puppet has one at all so idk man 🤷‍♂️

Geez I wasn’t that drunk was I? 

You’ve got some balls on you bastard but fuck yes I’m in!! 😈 Funniest shit ever.

So get out of bed and come hang out. Just laying there all day ain’t helping shit.

It’s rated R but only for the sex shit. Don’t worry I know what a little bitch you are about scary movies 🙄

You snitch on me and tomorrow you wake up with your severed hand shoved up your ass 😇

Stop being such a stingy mf you don’t even like ribs asshole!

Not as weird as you think. He’s very flexible for a geezer 

No you’d be perfect for it. Nobody could read your face bc of that fucking mask!

Don’t let Konan see she’d kill both of us and then dig us up to fuck us up again 😓

From Kisame

Itachi insists I ask you to join us, so please come.

There isn’t one in your closet and even if there was, why would you send ME after it?!

God are you and Itachi related or something?! I can’t get either one of you to stop with the damn sweets!

PLEASE stop jumping on the bed I gotta get up in 3 hours I need SLEEP 😡

Stop asking me 1000 questions every time you watch the Discovery Channel 😑

From Nagato

I’m tired of speaking to you three about the same damn issues every single week. You are all grown men and I should not have to babysit you.

If I’m getting complaints from people OUTSIDE of this group? Then, yes, it is a problem.

Do as you see fit but remember your missions take precedence above all.

I’d advise you to keep in mind that he’s only 19 years old, and he already has that hair-trigger temper.

At least on this one point we can agree: white-haired “mentors” are the worst. 

What makes you think Sasori would make a good Pein-body for me? 

From Kakuzu 

You realize every cloak you tear up I’M the one hand sewing the replacement??

You Deidara Hidan all need to clean your rooms you’re making the house smell like a public toilet 😡

Only if YOU want to be the one to go out and catch the bounty to afford that.

I would suggest you stay focused on your missions. This is a serious organization, not a highschool.

I doubt that. I’m rarely surprised, brat.

Be a lot easier to treat it if you took that damn mask off and let me SEE it, kid.

Not complaining about the money but … how did you get it so fast 🤨

Konan says it was you, you say it was Itachi. Wonder what Itachi’s going to tell me.

No. And anyway you’re old enough to know that “love potions” aren’t real.

From Konan

Dinner’s ready!

You know that’s a completely inappropriate question to ask a woman, right?

Come see me later I’ll use the good shampoo and then give you a trim 😊

The other things I don’t mind but everyone is responsible for their own underwear.

Just go play with the one that Itachi absolutely does not have in his room.

Okay but FIVE SEPARATE PEOPLE came to me and told me they saw you playing with it right before it “mysteriously broke”. 😒

Not saying the muscles are impressive. But. 🫣

From Itachi

I’ve found that massaging the lids for half an hour and then resting with a cold cloth over them really helps.

I saw. I couldn’t believe how tall he’s gotten 😢

I’ll let you read it when I’m done. It helps with a lot of the overwhelming feelings.

I’m not scared at all. I just don’t want Kisame to be around to see it happen.

Honestly? I don’t trust that old man and I don’t think you should either, cousin.

A few bad teeth is probably the least of my health concerns, ha ha 🙃

Come walk with me. Give you a chance to breathe for a while.

Yeah but the thing about dreams is at some point, you’ve got to wake up. 

We’re both young and strong. Together with Sasuke we could do it. And be free.

Are you kidding? That movie would have BOTH of them pissing their pants. 🤣

No matter what he’s just going to find an excuse to fine you for it and take it out of your pay.

Ugh I tried but the way he eats everything super rare? And then licks the blood off the plate?? 🤢

From Deidara

Well you know he’s immortal so, never.

A big box of dangos and like half a cherry pie. You can have it but do NOT let me catch you eating everything at once.

We leave in 20 min. Don’t forget your pack this time.

No Kakuzu thinks Hidan did it and I’m not gonna correct him, and NEITHER ARE YOU.

That’s … pretty gay, ngl

Socks first, then shoes. Not sock shoe sock shoe. If there was a fire you’d be running out with one foot naked. Who tf raised you?!

Yeah I made it for you. I know you like turtles. And no it doesn’t explode.

I dare you to say that to him

Heyyyy you got $30 I can borrow 😅

No really DID you hide my clay?!

Me, Hidan and Uchiha. You’re coming too.

The way one loves a *friend*, yes

Did the salmon give you the shits too?? God my asshole feels like it’s melting 😫

[marve2014]

Trying to Help Part Three

Trying to Help – Part 3

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher- Poly!Ghostface

 Warnings- Will(or may contain): Mentions of murder, Language, Reader is Murdery, Typical Canon Violence

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

1.9K Words

Summary: Woodsboro thought they only had to worry about two deranged serial killers.

Authors Note: Im so sorry this took so long to put out. Depression is a B***h. Thank you for all the support and Love on the last two parts.

“We gotta go now baby. Stay right here and try not to freak out alright? ” Billy reassures you. With that they pull the back door open and run as two police officers rush in through the front to see Sidney lying unconscious on the ground and you laying still as could be. One of the officers looks at you in surprise before kneeling next to Sidney and asking if she’s okay. She wakes up confused and disoriented, but nods and follows them outside. An officer walks in with a stretcher and takes her and puts her on it while another set of paramedics helps you onto your gurney. You hear sirens starting and you decide to close your eyes and take in your surroundings one last time. enjoying the adrenaline from tonight's events.

A car drives down Sidneys driveway and the officer calls to the men in uniform to take care of the evidence while he runs up to the patrol car.

“What’s happening? Who is it?” The sheriff asks as he climbs out of the driver’s seat.

“It’s Sidney. Apparently she and a friend were studying while her dad was out of town. They’re taking them both to the hospital now.” One of the deputies responds.

“It was ghost face wasn't it?" The sheriff asks as he lowers his head.

"According to Sidney, yes. The other girl was blind folded the whole time." The officer responds.

Fast Forward to the Hospital

A couple hours of chaos and what seems like a thousand questions from doctors and nurses later you finally succumb to sleep. You wake up about an hour later and find yourself in a different room than last time. A little bit of light filters through a gap in the curtains and you can see your friends sitting outside the door. You can tell they're worried so you make a sound which catches their attention.

They rush over to you with tears in their eyes.

"Y/N, oh thank god!"  Sidney starts sobbing into your shoulder.

"I'm fine, really, I promise. It's only a scratch, besides I'm feeling great considering what is in this IV." You laugh and they pull away.

"How much do you remember?" Tatum asks looking at you as she rubs her hand across your unharmed arm.

"All of it."

"Everything?" She asks.

You nod and give a watery eyed smile. " I thought they were going to kill me." You say as you let a few tears escape.

Sidney, Billy, Tatum, and Stu all look at you solemnly, interrupted by Dewey walking into the room.

"Do you think you girls are up for answering some questions for us?" He asks as he removes his hat and sits in an open chair.

 "It'll be okay, its just Dewey." Tatum assures you as she pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.

“Yeah, no worries guys.” You reply before everyone gets quiet until Dewey speaks up.

“So did any of you know who attacked you last night?” He asked the two of you as you shook your heads.

He looked at Stu when he replied. “Was anyone acting suspicious? Did something happen? Anything out of the ordinary?” He asks.

"Sidney got a weird note in her locker..." You told him. “...and she seemed pretty freaked out afterwards…”

"Anything else?" Dewey asked.

The group of you sat in silence as you tried to come up with anything else. After a long stretch of nothing Dewey sighed and stood up and grabbed an envelope from his jacket pocket.

“This might help.” He said before handing it to you.

You look at it confused, before ripping it open. Once you read it you gasp and cover your mouth with one hand and drop the letter to the ground.

 Tatum picks it up and examines the writing.

“Who was it written to?” Tatum asks with concern in her voice.

You swallow hard and try to force your words to come out coherently.

“Im pretty sure it was written to me.” As soon as the words left your mouth, your heart began racing. The blood pounding loudly in your ears drowning out everything else around you, a million emotions flooded your body and mind. Fear mixed with excitement mixed with arousal, knowing that both your boys left this letter at the scene.

"Well what does it say?" Billy asks.

"I liked the way your blood felt on my skin." you read aloud trying to look more upset than happy. 

“Well isn’t that interesting.” Stu squints as he looks over toward you.

“That is so creepy, y/n. Its like he has a crush on you.” Tatum tells you.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t think so…”

 You trail off as you continue reading the rest of the letter.

“I hope that you enjoyed last night...you will be hearing from me again. Have fun playing my game.” The last part comes out as a whisper.

The letter ends there. You look at everyone before shaking your head sadly. Everyone is silent except for Dewey telling you how sorry he was and giving you an encouraging pat.

“I want to go home.” You say.

“Okay sweetie.” Tatum smiles as she places a soft hand on your leg.

“Let’s all go home and get some rest, I’ll drive you myself okay?”  Dewey says as Stu smiles and you slowly stand and follow after them. He drives you directly to the house and you climb out of the car and make your way inside. You head upstairs and change out of your clothes and get ready for bed.

As you lie under your covers you can feel your phone buzzing in your lap. You grab it and unlock it seeing a message from the boys you love and you quickly answer them as soon as possible.

Billy: Still up?

You: Hey.

You place the phone beside your pillow as a text comes back.

Billy: Sid is staying with Tatum, we will be there in twenty.

Stu: Love you baby, such a good girl for us.

You: I love you both too, I will see you when you get here.

Hearing a slow knock on your front door and then the door opening you know exactly who it is. You wait another minute and then are immediately pounced on by Stu.

"Be careful dickwad, don't hurt her arm!" Billy yells at Stu, making him pout.

You smile and push Stu away and sit up in bed.

"Hey baby...how ya feelin'?" He asks kissing your cheek. "I heard you almost got killed today." He says pulling you back onto his lap.

“We didn’t mean to cut so deep, but I am glad you're okay." Billy says as he joins you both in bed.

You turn and look between them.

"Are we okay?" You ask.

"Of course we are princess, don't worry. I would never let anything happen to you. And Stu wouldn’t either." Billy replies and leans forward and gives you a kiss.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it.” You smile before closing your eyes.

You fall asleep to their loving voices in your ear and to the sound of your heartbeat in your chest. You dream of nothing at all for most of the night, but once you awaken to bright sunlight streaming through the window you wake up to the sound of the boys talking excitedly downstairs. When they see you awake, they stop talking.

"What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?" You ask standing in the opening of the kitchen.

"We were just talking about what happened last night and our next plan. We need to start planning the end game here." Billy says.

"And what is that plan exactly?" You ask as you sit at the table.

"Our next moves are obvious; Tatum and Sidney. The last part of your plan is going to be easy for you. You just have to play dumb and pretend to not know anything.” Stu says.

"Okayyyy, but you have to admit it sounds like a terrible idea. You know I want to help." you reply.

Billy smirks at you and puts his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his nose against yours.

"We love your enthusiasm, but not happening." He replies softly.

You shrug his arms off and lean back on the chair and glare at him.

"Why is everyone so stubborn?" You groan.

"Because it's fun." Stu replies as he pulls you to him and kisses you on the lips.

Billy laughs at your frustration and kisses you as well.

"Can't we do this later?" You moan as they kiss you deeply.

Billy pulls back with a grin, "Not when we are talking strategy! Now get dressed we are taking you with us today!"

You sigh in defeat. “Fine. But if things go sideways you better hold my hand.”

You get up and go change into your regular clothes, leaving the boys to get changed too.

You put on leggings and one of the boys hoodies and go downstairs. They are standing waiting for you outside the door. "Are you sure we can take her? I doubt she is going to behave." Billy asks quietly. "Duh.” Stu responds sarcastically with a small laugh before looking at you again. "First of all, I can hear you." You say as you flick them both between the eyebrows. " Second, Rude."

They burst out laughing as they walk to the car, while you hop into the back seat. A moment later Stu gets behind the wheel of the car and Billy riding shotgun, and you buckle in. Stu pulls off and you close your eyes and listen to the low playing music. It takes about twenty minutes before you reach your destination and you take in your surroundings as soon as you pull in. It doesn’t take you that long to realize why Billy said this was going to be the perfect spot for your little end game meeting.

It's one of those old fashioned parks that are full of trees, grass and flowers of all kinds and a path leading up to a large picnic area. There are many empty benches sitting around it and when Stu kills the engine you jump out of the car. "Welcome to the park." Stu grins. Billy jumps out of the car and closes the door behind him. You all gather around one of the benches and no one says a word, just enjoying the serenity of the quiet until you hear Billy clear his throat.

" Tatum dies tonight." He says matter of factly.

Your first goal is the same. Kill Tatum.

Stu's face breaks out into a grin and you nod in agreement.

"What are the rules?" you ask.

Billy looks at you with a proud expression, "We kill her and anyone that gets in the way of me killing Sidney. You are not to be apart of this, y/n. You are just the friend that came to a party and got too drunk and went to sleep it off. We can not have you getting caught or hurt, deal?" After a while the boys finish talking about the details of the plan. Billy walks over to you and grabs your hands. "We can't afford any mistakes because of you. If something goes wrong, it could cost you your life, so keep that in mind and don't act stupid." "I hate that plan, but fine. I'll be good." You give them both a mock salute thinking to yourself of how you're not going to actually listen to them. You're killing someone, and it doesn't matter who.

[themuffin2649]

Aftermath

Aftermath of what you say? Idk?

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3:56 AM, that’s the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He picked the alarm clock up to make sure he was seeing it right before quietly putting it back down on the nightstand.

He slowly got off the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements. Once he got out, he saw the moonlight cast a soft glow on Vincent’s sleeping form. Lucky, he didn’t wake him up.

He slipped out of the room they were staying in and tiptoed to the kitchen. He didn’t dare flashbang everybody by turning on the lights, so he just relied on his sense of touch and his night vision aided by the glowing electronic applicants within the hotel.

He grabbed a mug and put it close to the nozzle of the sink so that the water flowing wouldn’t make such noise. Sitting down on the table, he quenched his midnight thirst by swallowing every last drop of water from the mug. While getting up for another drink, he heard a strange knock at the door.

“What… Who is knocking at our door at this hour?!”

He filled his mug again, this time quicker, and he made his way to the peep hole at the door while drinking from his mug.

It was pitch black of course, due to the time, but he wanders why there was a knock at the door. He shrugged it off as nobody was there and headed back to the bed. Too tired to figure out what just happened.

I’ll deal with it tomorrow

He headed back to the bedroom and carefully layed on the bed when the knock came again. He ignored it and just tucked himself further into the sheets until morning came.

………

He woke up to the smell of fried eggs and Pancakes. Getting up, he sees that for once, Vincent got up before him. Stretching his limbs, he got up and took his morning shower.

Once he finished washing up, he went to the kitchen and saw Vincent pouring the last of the batter onto the pan while a fresh plate of eggs sat on the table.

“Rise and shine, never throught I would be the first to wake up. You slept in tonight?”

“Midnight thirst, had to drink 2 cups of water at around… 3 I think?”

“Maybe I should wake up first more often, feels like I won an achievement or something.”

“What happened to beauty sleep?”

“I can’t really do that in this hotel, the mattress is too flimsy and you still snore.”

“Well that explains it.”

“How many days did you say we were staying at this hotel again.”

“2 more days, then we can go home.”

“Not what I wanted to hear, but I’ll survive.”

Vincent finished the pancake and puts the pan in the sink. He rinses the whole dish in cold water for a bit before washing it with soap and a sponge.

“Wow Vincent, never thought I’d live to see the day you do housework.”

“Just because I have maids at home doesn’t mean I should be entirely hopeless, besides, everybody’s gotta learn independence someday... never going to know when you’re going to lose it all.”

He sets down the plate of pancakes, only to see that Leon already ate all the eggs.

“Hey! No fair! I wanted some eggs as well!”

“Oh! Sorry! I was hungry…”

“If you’re going to have all the eggs, then I’ll have all the pancakes.” He said as he began eating.

“Fair…” he said in dissapointnent.

Although he didn’t enjoy it, Vincent managed to eat all the pancakes.

“Are we sure I can’t get you—”

“No! I may be use to eating more foods, but that does not mean I enjoy fast food now.”

Leon sighed in annoyance and the two started cleaning up the table and the dishes.

“So… Vincent, do you want to risk getting into huge trouble just to check out that amusement park across the street?”

“Hell yeah! Staying in this hotel all day is driving me crazy. Who knows, maybe they have eggs there.”

“Oh shut up!”

The two laughed as they got their things, snuck past security, and ran off to spend the day at the park. Little did they know, there was a little cat watching them who smiled as the two boys had the time of their lives at the park.

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Author’s Note: Felt like making something Wholesome ☺️

8/6/24 update: Accidentally made Vincent eat bacon despite having William (oops) so all mentions of bacon are changed to pancakes.

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

Ledger!Joker Origin Story

Chapter Fourteen - Restlessness

Warnings: Violence

Chapter Summary: Jack gets into a fight while he's out for a run and it evokes a feeling that he doesn't quite understand, but he likes it. Later that night when he tries to sleep, his worsening insomnia acts up and makes him do all sorts of things at random hours of the night.

Author's Note: *SCREAMS* This fucking chapter y'all... I wanted to quit right here 😭 But the last two chapters are what I want to write so bad so I couldn't just stop. I'm so sorry this took me so long! We start to see a small shift here, so I hope I did good because it's important!

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It was dark and freezing outside as Jack ran down the sidewalk. Tonight he was bundled up more than he normally was. His usual flannel was replaced by a heavy coat. Winters in Gotham were brutal but he persisted with his nightly runs anyway. Gotta stay in good shape he always told himself. 

The streets were lit dimly and the moon was not visible in the cloudy sky. A gentle, yet frigid breeze blew on Jack’s face, his cheeks rosy from the cold. Sometimes a car or two would go past but other than that, the area was quiet and still. He could run unbothered.

It had been over a week since he went to the circus. Though his mood had improved for a short time, things quickly went back to the way they were before. He returned to the monotony of living as a recluse in the bustling big city of Gotham. Sleep deprived, on edge, and moody like always.

Jack glanced down at his watch and slowed to a lighter pace after he saw how late it was getting. He was so out of it that he didn’t even realize how long he’d been running. Only then did he notice how tired he was getting.

He went to turn around and head back but froze, hearing heavy footsteps behind him. Every instinct was telling him a foreboding presence was nearby. His heart rate picked up rapidly. 

Male, heavyset. Could be two of them. 

Before he could do anything, two pairs of hands were grabbing him and pulling him into a nearby alleyway. Jack tried to break free from their grip as they dragged him, but he was positioned awkwardly and they held onto him tightly. He jerked back his head to at least see who was attacking him. 

There were two rough looking men who had torn, dirty clothes and smelled strongly of alcohol, holding him at knifepoint. Jack hated that smell.

“Hand over your money or I’ll cut your fucking neck.” The man with the knife demanded.

Remaining calm, Jack said nothing and reached into his pocket, completely expressionless. He curled his fingers around his knife and flipped it open. In one swift movement, he thrusted his elbow back into the knife guy’s throat and shoved him away, freeing himself. 

“Agh! Get ‘em, Tommy!” The knife guy sputtered once he got his breath back.

The other guy lunged at Jack but his shoulder was immediately slashed, causing him to double over in pain. Jack swung and landed a blow to his face, sending him tumbling backwards onto the concrete with a bloody nose. The knife guy tried to attack again but Jack knocked the knife out his hands and spin kicked him into the brick wall. He hit the ground hard and busted his lip.

The two men were laying on the ground bleeding and groaning in pain. Jack was certain they wouldn’t get back up again. But just to be safe, he pocketed his knife and ran away from the bloody scene as fast as he could. 

As he sped down the sidewalk he felt a rush of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t like the warm, joyous feeling he got from the circus. No, instead it was something raw and visceral. An instinct. A need for survival. It was exhilarating. It made him feel alive. The adrenaline was sending him into euphoria. 

Jack made it back to the apartment building and trekked up the stairs, nearly out of breath. He shed his coat and emptied his pockets onto the counter as he entered his apartment. He leaned back against the door, panting. The rush of the altercation was beginning to wear off, but Jack still felt more energetic than he had in days. He grabbed his knife from the counter and headed towards the bathroom to wash up. 

He started with the knife first, tenderly washing the blade with a rag. He set it aside to let it dry and turned to himself. Somehow he had a cut on his forehead and a busted lip. He didn’t even remember getting hurt. He must've been too caught up in the moment.

Jack dabbed at the injuries with the clean side of the rag and winced as they stung. He wiped the blood away with a grimace. His hands shook as he worked. He was still jittery from the encounter. He was tough and he wouldn’t take any shit from anyone, but fighting always made his nerves explode. He loved it. 

What could he say? He was an adrenaline junkie. As bad as the army was, he had to admit it was the most adventurous, thrilling time of his life. During his teen years, he got his kicks from skateboarding. The rush of doing moves in midair and taking risks. He could still feel the wind blowing in his hair.

Jack wasn’t the typical high school bad boy one might imagine him to have been just by looking at him. Sure he was an angsty teen and skipped school, but he was never a fighter. If he ever did, it was in self defense. There were always bullies in his small town. He tried to remember any major fights outside of military work he’d had before.

He couldn’t really think of anything. But there was that one night. He was 17. It was one of his fondest memories. Did it really count as a fight though?

Scott pushed open the door of his son’s bedroom and drunkenly stumbled inside. He looked over at Jack, feeling a surge of rage sweep over him. Jack slept peacefully in his bed with one arm draped over the side and the other tucked under his head. His hair was in his face and his blanket covered him up mostly.

Scott jerked the blanket off the bed and lifted his hand to strike. Little did he know that Jack was expecting this and didn’t go to bed unprepared. Just as his father got close, he grabbed a hidden glass bottle from underneath his pillow and swung as hard as he could. He wasn’t going to just lay down and take it this time.

The bottle collided with Scott’s temple, sending shards of glass everywhere. Scott howled and clutched his head as he folded over in pain, blood running down his face. Using the momentary distraction, Jack sprung up from his bed and darted for the door.

He had just barely made it when Scott grabbed his wrist and yanked him back towards him. He threw a punch but Jack dodged and struck him in the jaw, making him stumble backwards. Jack wasn’t planning on going this far, but he lost control and kept going, pummeling his father mercilessly. 

Scott inevitably managed to overpower Jack and pushed him to the floor, holding him down with his foot to prevent him from getting back up. He crouched down to his level, switching from his foot to his knee. Grabbing a fistful of his long hair, Scott slammed Jack’s head down on the glass covered floor. Jack gritted his teeth in pain.

Inches away from his face, Scott hovered over him, reeking of whiskey and a fiery rage burning in his eyes. Jack stared into them defiantly. 

“You listen here, boy, and you listen good. If you EVER do anything like that again, I’ll kill you and your fuckin’ mother! Do you understand?!” 

Jack stubbornly said nothing.

Scott slapped him across the face. “ANSWER ME!”

“Yes sir…”

Scott seemed satisfied with that and stood up. “Good. Get your ass back in bed.”

He stumbled back out and slammed the door shut. 

Jack slowly sat up and rubbed his cheek. He couldn’t help but smile. The pain was nothing. He couldn’t believe it. He actually did it. He hit the bastard right back. Satisfaction was an understatement. He wasn’t brave enough to try it again though. Scott lied about a lot of things, but Jack knew he would keep that promise.

Jack left the bathroom and flopped down on his bed with a sigh. His whole body ached. The running and the fighting took a lot out of him. He wrestled out of his clothes and sank into the mattress, basking in the coolness of the sheets.

Wrapping himself up with the covers, he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. He was ready to drift off. His body craved the comforting embrace of sleep after the strenuous evening he just had.

But for some reason, he couldn’t fall asleep. 

“Ugh, nooo. Not this shit again.” Jack whined, burying his face into his pillow in frustration.

After over an hour of trying, he eventually gave up. He grumbled as he unwrapped himself from the blanket burrito and clambered out of bed. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair and started walking around his bedroom aimlessly. 

Pacing the floor was a habit he picked up after experiencing countless nights just like this. His insomnia kept spiraling more and more out of control as time went on. He rarely slept more than a few hours a night anymore. This was the worst it had ever been. It was utter torture. He couldn’t sleep no matter how hard he tried and then he would get bored but he couldn’t do anything because he was so tired. 

He let out a soft yet exasperated groan. If he couldn’t sleep, he needed something to do. Pulling his shirt back over his head, he trudged into the kitchen, still walking without a purpose.

He didn’t know why but he started rummaging through the pantry and cabinets for something to eat. Was he really hungry? Or just bored? Jack didn’t know and he didn’t care. He grabbed a package of instant ramen and put it aside on the counter. He brought a pot of water to boil and tossed the noodles in when it was ready. 

Jack blinked groggily as he watched the water bubble up and down. He moaned softly and rested his head against the overhead cupboard, closing his eyes and letting the steam rise on his face. Just an ounce of sleep. That’s all he wanted. Was it too much to ask for?

When the ramen was done, he didn’t bother with a bowl. He just took the pot over to the table and sat down, propping his head up with his elbow. He ate the noodles slowly and apathetically. They probably tasted good but he didn’t even notice. It was as if he was acting on autopilot, his mouth chewing robotically. He slurped up the rest of the soup and set the pot to the side when he was done. 

Jack grabbed his journal from the shelf next to him. He opened to a clean page and began doodling in some random things. He sketched the ramen wrapper in one spot and himself sitting at the table eating out of the pot in another.

Then he colored everything in with colored pencils to make the doodle dump look nice this time. Without realizing it, he spent a whole hour on just one page. His hands were starting to cramp so he figured he should probably stop.

He stood up with a yawn and rubbed his eyes. It wouldn’t hurt to try going back to sleep again. As he went back into his bedroom, he glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It was a little past 3 am. The clock cast its red light throughout the room and turned the bedsheets a dark crimson color. 

Jack turned the clock face down to get rid of the light as he slid back into bed. He laid there staring blankly at the ceiling for a while. Then he shifted positions a few times and tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes and thought calming thoughts. He tried anything he could to help him fall asleep. Nothing was working.

After 20 minutes of just laying there, Jack grew impatient. He sat upright with a frustrated groan and got up from the bed yet again. He wandered into the kitchen and sat back down at the table. He cleaned up the mess from his journal session and put everything back where it went on the shelf. He grabbed the deck of cards next to his art stuff and started shuffling them. 

He could play a few rounds of solitaire if nothing else. He set up the game and laid all the cards out in the different piles. He could easily play this exact same thing on his cell phone but he hated staring at screens for too long. They gave him headaches. He could barely stand to watch TV at night, but sometimes that was all he had to do to pass the time.

Besides that, this was a special deck of cards. Jack had it throughout his entire military career and carried with him on every deployment. The box had faint brown and orangish stains on the box. It was torn and chipped. The cards were worn in and faded. Their corners were rounded and soft from use, no longer stiff and pristine white.

Jack won the first game pretty easily so he set everything back up again for another game. He won the next game just as fast. He tried again but then that game was unbeatable. Frustrated, he tried one last time. The game lasted a bit longer, but he still won quickly. He sighed. Maybe solitaire wasn’t a good thing to pass the time with either.

He shuffled the cards again and put them back in the box. He noticed the joker card he’d left out and tossed to the side before playing. He picked it up and stared intently at the colorful jester’s grotesque grin. 

Like the circus clowns he’d admired a week ago, it was silly to admit but he loved that card. He always had. The wild card. The trick up your sleeve. During a game of cards you could do whatever you wanted with it. You could be spontaneous and unpredictable with your plays. You were the one in control when you had that card. He wished life could be like that.

Jack put the joker card back and closed up the box, placing it back on the shelf. He stood up and stretched his weary limbs. He moved to the couch and laid down, settling into the cushions. He stared up at the tiny dents and cracks in the ceiling and counted them one by one. 

He didn’t know how much time he spent doing that, but pretty soon his eyes began to grow heavy. A small smile tugged at his lips as he began to doze off. It was finally happening. It had to be nearing sunrise but Jack didn’t care. Better late than never.

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Ocarina of Time Fanfic (Ch3)

Saria, Hero of the Forest Chapter 3: Sunshine and Storm Clouds Characters: Saria, Kakariko Villagers, Anju, Sharp, Flat…

Saria was restless. She remained in a half-conscious, half-unconscious state for hours, never reaching full sleep. Tossing and turning, she eventually woke up to the smell of fresh stew. Salty and savory smells made her mouth water. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve and rubbing her eyes, she remembered where she was. She was in a small house in Kakariko Village.

“Oh, you’re finally awake, dearie!” said a portly woman at a stove. “Are you hungry? I made potato stew if you’d like some.”

“Y-yes, I’d appreciate that. Thank you.”

As Saria sat up, she realized that Poppy was fast asleep inside her cap, right beside the pillow. She decided to leave the fairy alone and join the woman at the table. After being served a good portion of stew, Saria let the steam hit her face. Now she felt fully awake.

After blowing on a few spoonfuls of stew to cool it and eat, Saria said, “This is good! Thank you for this, miss…?”

“You can call me Ofukuro. And your name is Saria, right?”

“It is. My memory of our first meeting is fuzzy. I was pretty tired when I came here.”

“It’s fine. Your little fairy explained things.” Ofukuro paused to eat some stew then continued. “It’s probably not my business, but are doing all right, dear? You were crying in your sleep. Your fairy was so worried she stayed up the whole time to watch over you. She only recently fell asleep herself.”

Saria glanced back at Poppy, who looked so sweet and peaceful. One of the fairy’s legs twitched before she calmed down. The Kokiri’s expression softened at the sight.

“I’ve been better, but I’m trying to make the most of things. Thank you for your concern, Ofukuro.”

“Of course! And if you’re still troubled, you can always come talk to me.” By this time, the kind woman had finished her first bowl and got up to serve herself seconds – or so Saria thought. After filling several other bowls, she turned to Saria. “Since you’re awake, if it’s not too much trouble, my sons have been working all day in the village. They’re carpenters that were all hired by Impa to help expand this village, but their boss, Mutoh, is always working them half to death. Could you take some stew to them for me?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Wonderful! They’re all over village, but it shouldn’t be hard to recognize them. They’re all quite big, with hair the same color as mine. There’s Ichiro, Jiro, Sabooro, and Shiro.”

“Ichiro, Jiro, Sabooro, and Shiro. Got it.”

Showing great dexterity, Saria grabbed two bowls and balanced two more on her arms. She swiftly made her way through the village, seeking out the oversized men. It didn’t take long to find the first one.

The first son, Ichiro, was found inside a finished but empty building. His eyes lit up as he saw the stew and thanked Saria profusely for it, slurping it down in a go. After slamming the bowl on the counter, he said, “Ah, thanks for that!”

“You’re very welcome,” said Saria. “Say, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing in here?”

Ichiro leaned in and said, “Between you and me, I’m actually hiding from the boss.”

“O-oh, is that so?”

“I nearly threw out my back yesterday carrying wood and I barely get paid anything! I’ll never get rich like this! It kinda makes me wonder if there’s a way to work less but get paid more.” The man scratched his chin. “I suppose I could become a thief.”

Did he just say that out loud? Saria thought.

“Are you sure that’s the best course of action? What if you get caught? Wouldn’t you get in trouble?” asked Saria.

“Whaaaat? I’m sure that wouldn’t happen. I just gotta… Find some people who are already thieves and join ‘em. I’m sure my brawn would impress them!” The man laughed to himself. Saria decided to ditch him and move on.

Saria bumped into the second son after leaving the empty building. Jiro, a man with puffy hair, was running things back and forth between the center of town and up near the gate. He gasped upon seeing Saria masterfully balance all the hot bowls.

“Oh my goodness! Is that stew?”

After swiping a bowl, he quickly ate but soon regretted it, burning his tongue. “Ow ow ow ow!”

It was an amusing but worrying sight. Saria asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I was just so hungry I couldn’t help myself! The boss is always making us work on all kinds of projects in the village. It’s super hard work!”

Without missing a beat, Jiro continued his tasks, all while balancing the bowl atop his fluffy hair.

The third son, Sabooro, was found atop a half-finished building in the middle of the village. He was standing on a brick wall overlooking things while the fourth son, Shiro, was running supplies up to the building from the windmill.

“Hey, Ofukuro wanted you to have this,” said Saria, handing Sabooro a bowl.

“Ooooh, thank you!” The man sat down on the building frame, blew on the stew to cool it and started to eat, taking his time to enjoy every bite. “I gotta thank her for this. This really hit the spot! Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you moving into the village?”

Saria sat down on the building frame as well, saying, “What? Oh no, I’m just passing through. I was just doing Ofukuro a favor since she gave me a place to rest.”

“I see, I see,” the man nodded, enjoying the stew. After taking a break from eating, he looked out across the village. “That’s just how we are in this place. It was Impa that finally opened this village to the public so we poor folk could have a place to live. She even hired all of us to help expand it since we started running out of room for new people. I think that kindness was contagious, because everyone is always trying to help others in their own way here.”

Saria listened intently to the man’s words. Her first impression of Impa was frankly terrifying, but little by little, she started to realize that hard exterior bellied a great deal of kindness.

“I see… Impa is something else, huh?”

“You’re telling me! It’s a shame she’s always so busy. She used to live here you know, before she had to spend all her time working in the castle. She may as well be the head of this village, though we rarely see her. I wonder when she’ll be back?”

“If I happen to see her, I’ll ask her.”

“Well aren’t you a helpful sort?”

“I’m just trying fit in.”

The pair laughed together, and Saria started to feel at peace. The people she had met outside the forest were sometimes strange, scary, or downright rude, but there were many others who were pleasant and kind. She decided that, if possible, she would show all the Kokiri this village when time allowed.

“Oh wow, is that stew?” said Shiro as he swiped the bowl and went back to work without a second thought. Sabooro and Saria froze at the display, unsure how to react.

“Don’t mind my brother,” said Sabooro nervously. “Shiro and the others are, um, how should I put this? A bit blunt. They don’t mean to be rude, they just don’t think about these kinds of things.”

“Reminds me of someone I know back in my village.”

When Sabooro finished his stew, Saria went to reach for the bowl, but the man stopped her. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this and the other bowls myself. I’m sure you’re plenty busy.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’m still waiting for a friend to wake up.”

“Really? Well… If you’re feeling especially charitable, I know of a way you can kill time. You see that woman over there by the animal pen?”

Saria turned her head. A rather distressed-looking woman with dark red hair and blue eyes was frantically running about trying to grab cuccos, all of which were roaming free throughout the village.

“That’s Anju,” said Sabooro. “She’s the daughter of our boss. I always feel bad for her, because she takes care of the village cuccos even though she has an allergy to them. I’ve helped her with the cuccos before, but they escape the pen so much it’s hard to keep up with them.”

“I see…” Saria looked around, noting the cuccos scattered throughout the village. She left the man by the brick wall, darting around the village at great speed and scooping up every cucco she could find until she dropped them back into the pen.

“W-wha? How did you do that so quickly? Thank you!” said Anju.

“It’s no big deal! I heard you had trouble with these little guys, so I thought I’d help.”

“Oh… I didn’t mean to be a bother.”

“No no, it’s fine.”

Despite Saria’s words, Anju hung her head low. “I don’t have many useful skills so I try and do what I can to help out around here. I was fine taking care of the cuccos for a while, but one day they started giving me goosebumps. It’s so troublesome, but I don’t want to stop and doing nothing all day.”

“Is it really so wrong to sit around? I mean… I know how you feel, but it’s okay to take a break every once and a while too. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I appreciate your kind words, but it’s hard convincing myself it’s okay.”

She has quite the complex, Saria thought. I wonder…

“Hey, do you know if anyone around here has a sewing kit?”

“I think that house over there might have one. Why do you ask?”

Saria took off running. “You’ll see.”

After talking with another villager and getting some supplies, Saria fashioned a thick pair of work gloves for Anju.

“Here, that should help.”

“Oh! Thank you so much! But why the gift?”

“I figure if I can’t convince you to take a break, I can at least make handling the cuccos easier. I made you a bandana as well so you could cover your face when you needed to. I hope it helps!”

As Anju gripped the gloves and bandana, tears streamed from her eyes.

“W-wait, what did I do?” asked Saria.

“I… I… You’re just so kind! I don’t know what to say!!”

Rubbing the back of her head, Saria said, “Don’t worry so much about it! It’s fine. Honest!”

“No, this won’t do. I was raised better. Hold on!”

Anju sped to the top of the village. It sounded like she was frantically searching through her house. When she returned, she gave Saria a fine glass bottle (eerily similar to one Impa had).

“Here, take this!”

“Anju, it’s fine.”

“No! I refuse! I can’t just let you be so nice without trying to give something in return! Please, accept it!”

Feeling defeated, Saria smiled and accepted the bottle, putting it away in one of her pouches.

“Ah, well, I’m sure I can use it for something… Thank you very much, Anju.”

“And you as-” Anju gasped. “Oh no! I don’t even know your name! I’m sorry!”

“It’s Saria.”

“Saria? I’ll do my best to remember the name. Thank you once again!”

Saria nodded along, smiling but a little nervous as she walked away.

She’s a bit sensitive, it seems. That’s okay, though. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve dealt with people like that.

The Kokiri reminisced about a time in her village when two of the boys were playfighting with wooden swords. One was a bit too rough and tore a hole in the other’s tunic. As Saria had helped fashion the tunic for the boy, he became so mad that he lashed out at his opponent, hurting him more than he intended. Saria had to break up the fight and set the two aside, giving both a talking to. After Saria helped fix the tunic and gave the other some medicine, they both wept profusely before Saria, apologizing over and over for their behavior. Those same two boys went on to become good friends. Saria realized she had been smiling the whole time she was reminiscing, her cheeks grown warm. Somehow, spending time in Kakariko Village and helping the villagers was making her homesick.

I should visit them soon…

With matters settled in the village, Saria returned to Ofukuro’s house to check on Poppy. When she stepped inside the house, Poppy flew straight into her chest.

“There you are! Why were you gone so long? I was worried about you!” the fairy fumed.

“I was helping out in the village. Don’t worry so much.” Saria gave Poppy a pat on the head, frustrating the fairy.

“Don’t tell me what to do! I have every right to worry after everything that’s happened!”

Even as Poppy continued to grumble, Saria chuckled at the sight. Hearing Poppy’s words brought Saria great joy. It was a busy morning, but somehow, she felt more rested than she had when she first woke up.

“Hey, Ofukuro, we’re taking off now. Thanks for all the help!” said Saria.

“Leaving so soon? All right, dearie! Feel free to come back anytime!”

Saria and Poppy said their goodbyes, leaving the house behind and making their way toward the gate that led to Death Mountain. As they did, Saria noticed a man stuck on a roof. He was looking past the Windmill to a corner of the village she had yet to explore.

“Looks like another storm,” said the man.

“A storm? With this weather?”

“There’s always a storm brewing over the graveyard. Not sure why.”

“A graveyard? What’s a graveyard?”

The man looked puzzled at Saria’s words. “Are you serious? It’s where the dead are buried.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. When someone passes away in my village, we simply return them to the soil under our great tree.”

The man seemed unsure how to respond. He said, “Graveyards aren’t too different from that. The one in this village uses stones to mark where the dead are buried. Past members of the Sheikah and Royal Family are buried there, supposedly. Old Dampé maintains the place if you’re really curious, though I suppose he’s likely asleep at the moment…”

Saria looked to Poppy. “Why would there be perpetual storms over such a place? Wouldn’t such an important place have protective magics? Unless…” Saria paused, lost in thought.

“I don’t know, but it gives me the creeps,” said Poppy.

“We should check it out, just in case.”

“What? Why? We have a mission to get to!”

“I want to make sure the village will be okay. It should only take a minute.”

Saria thanked the man on the roof and walked away. Poppy watched her go and fumed. “You say that about everything!”

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When Saria first stepped into the village graveyard, the weather seemed calm, yet the closer she got, more and more dark clouds formed overhead, rumbling with thunder and lightning. Soon enough, rain was coming down all over the graveyard. Passing through the fence that separated the village from the graves, Saria found a large stone that read:

“R.I.P. Here lie the souls of those who swore fealty to the Royal Family of Hyrule. The Sheikah, guardians of the Royal Family and founders of Kakariko, watch over these spirits in their eternal slumber.”

“So it’s true,” said Saria. “This really is the burial site of the Sheikah and Royal Family.”

“Sounds like a good reason to leave them alone,” said Poppy.

Saria looked around. There was a small wooden shack to her right – likely the home of the gravekeeper – and a small boy who was swinging about a stick up ahead, saying he was imitating Dampé because he was bored. Other than that, there was nothing but rows and rows of graves with elaborately carved headstones. When she looked at the far end of the graveyard, Saria felt a wind blow that chilled her to the bone.

“What was that? It felt so… Unnatural.”

The Kokiri made her way to the very top of the graveyard. A large grave with two smaller graves dedicated to composers sat just before a raised fenced-off area. A strange, dark energy could be felt emanating from the cavern beyond the fencing up above.

“Curious… I wonder what’s up there?” asked Saria.

Poppy, who kept looking over her shoulder, said, “I don’t think it’s our business to know. We should get out of here!” Poppy checked her surroundings once more. “There’s something not right about this place. The spirits here are… Restless.”

“I feel it too, but this could be a good opportunity to learn about the Sheikah. Impa seems nice enough, but I still don’t trust the Sheikah.” Looking up at the fenced-off area, Saria said, “They’re hiding something, and I want to know what.”

Stepping closer to the large grave between the composers’ graves, she noticed an inscription, as well as the symbol of the Royal Family. Thinking back to the song Impa taught her, curiosity got the better of the Kokiri girl.

“It proves your connection to the Royal Family, does it? I wonder…”

Standing before the large grave, Saria played the song using her ocarina. Up above, the storm clouds continued to rumble and quake. They grew in intensity until finally, a lightning bolt shot out of the sky and struck the large grave, shattering it and revealing a deep pit. The explosive bolt startled the young boy in the back of the graveyard, sending him running.

“Ha! I knew it!” said Saria in triumph. “Well, except for the exploding stone part. I’m not sure how to fix that…”

Poppy floated over the dark pit, looking down. “What do you think is in there?” she asked.

“Sheikah secrets, no doubt,” Saria smugly grinned.

Saria joined her friend at the edge of the pit. It was deep enough that the faint light around the graveyard could only illuminate the first few feet. Saria was still curious, but now she wasn’t sure how to even get down there. While she was distracted, a sudden kick to her back knocked her down the hole.

“Saria!!” shouted Poppy, flying after her.

The Kokiri fell for what felt like hundreds of feet. Down, down, down into darkness she went, yet before she hit the bottom, she stopped mid-air and floated gently onto a magical platform that shimmered with light. After straightening herself out, she looked up.

“Saria, are you all right?!” asked Poppy, joining her.

“I’m fine. I don’t know what happened, though. It felt like I was pushed. Did you see who did it?”

Poppy raised a finger and was about to speak but stopped. “I… Flew down too fast to notice.”

Saria sighed. “It’s fine…” Testing her foot against the sparkling platformed, she realized it was enchanted. “I see. This should take us back to the top.”

“Oh good! Let’s get going, then.”

“Hold on,” Saria raised a hand. “We’ve come this far already. I sense dark spirits further within.” Saria drew her dagger and walked forward.

“That seems like a good reason to not stick around. Why do you want to look around so badly, anyway? Are you that curious?”

Saria reached the middle of the blue tiled chamber. The floor was littered with the bones of animals, monsters, and Hylians. She shuddered, holding a hand to her mouth.

“Wicked things truly do rest here…”

Keese noticed Saria and took flight, attacking her. Saria sliced at them as they attacked, and soon after their bodies disappeared.

“Poppy…”

“Yeah?”

“I want to keep those villagers safe. Some of them are rude and dimwitted, but many others are kind, doing their best to live their lives. I couldn’t possibly leave knowing they might be in danger.”

The fairy calmed down and looked at her friend with a tear in her eye. “Saria…”

The Kokiri girl stepped lightly around the chamber. No other monsters attacked. She did notice something else, however. She could hear the whispers of the dead.

“Shine light on the living dead…” said one of the voices.

“Those who break into the Royal Tomb will be obstructed by the lurkers in the dark…” said another.

A third voice said, “I… See… You…”

Saria stepped back. “What?”

A ghostly creature manifested itself before her, holding a lantern. A second spirit appeared behind her. Each spirit had a mustache, a composer’s baton, and flowing tattered robes with the symbol of the Triforce on them. Wearing hats, one was decorated with the image of the sun, while the other was decorated with the moon.

“Stop right there, trespasser!” said one spirit.

“You shall go no further!” said the other.

Before Saria had the chance to explain herself, the ghosts spun their lanterns around and attacked. Saria backflipped away, dodging the attack. The ghosts simply course-corrected and continued their charge. Saria answered their charge, dashing between the spirits and striking each with her dagger. The two spirits’ eyes widened in shock before they fell apart. The lanterns shattered on the ground, revealing ghostly flames. These flames, it would seem, were the true spirits.

“GYAAAAH! YOU KILLED ME… Unbelievable!” said one spirit.

“GYAAAAH! I’M DEAD AGAIN! Wait…” the other spirit said, looking Saria up and down. “You don’t look like one of Ganondorf’s agents.

“What are you talking about?” the first one shouted. “Of course she works for Ganondorf! Why else would she be down here?!”

“Hey!” shouted Saria. “I do not work for Ganondorf. Let’s get that straight right now. Furthermore, is that the only reason you attacked me? Have his agents come down here before?”

The fiery spirits looked at one another, then the right one spoke.

“Hm… Perhaps introductions are in order. My name is Sharp.”

“And I’m Flat!”

“We’re the Composer Brothers,” said Sharp, taking a bow. “We Sheikah could never figure out the power of the Triforce, but we almost completed our study of controlling time with the tones of ocarinas. Uh, I mean… Actually, we did complete that study! We were almost famous!”

“But then Ganondorf got involved…” said Flat.

“That wicked sorcerer,” Saria clenched her fist. “What did he do this time?”

“He tried to steal our results!” said Sharp. “Of course we would never let someone like him reap the fruits of our research. We gave our lives to protect our secret.”

Flat nodded. “To tell you the truth, we were each studying a different song. I was studying the moon.”

“And I, the sun. We once had a mission to study the mysterious powers of the Royal Family, which led us down this path.”

“Now that I think of it, how did you get down here? Only members of the Royal Family should be able to reach this place.”

“Well… I’m technically an envoy,” said Saria, avoiding eye contact with the ghosts.

“Oh, is that so? Perhaps we finally have the chance to share our work!” said Sharp. He turned to face a doorway up a flight of stairs next to unlit torch sconces. “Through that door at the far end of the next chamber, the last of our work has been preserved. However…”

“However?”

“A bunch of monsters are waiting to attack any intruders,” said Flat.

“What kind of monsters?” Poppy asked, biting her nails.

“The living dead,” said Sharp. “Terrible, hollow shells of men come and gone. I want you to see our work, but it may be too dangerous.”

“What would I find if I made it past them?” asked Saria.

“A magical song,” said Flat. “One that makes the moon chase the sun, and the sun chase the moon.”

“A song that could change night to day? Is such a thing even possible?”

“To be honest, we never tested it.”

Saria stumbled back.

“We’re pretty sure it works, but we were in a bit of a rush at the end. If it does work, however, you would have the power to shift the flow of time itself… Interested?”

“I’m not sure. What do you think, Poppy?” asked Saria.

“I mean it could be useful, but I don’t know what you would do with such a power. Is it really worth the risk?”

Saria pondered the matter, then spoke to the Composer Brothers again. “What are the chances these living dead could make it to the surface?”

“Now that the seal is broken?” asked Flat. “Oh, I’d say pretty good. If they can get the door open – which only requires you to touch it - that shiny platform will take them to the surface no problem!”

Sharp glared at his brother. “Are you serious? Who even put that thing there? This is a disaster! If those things get out, who knows what they’ll do!”

“I’ll take care of them,” said Saria. “I realize now I should never have come here, but I made this mess, so I’m going to clean it up.”

“Saria, are you sure?” asked Poppy. Saria nodded.

“Then before we go,” said Sharp, “let me give you some advice. The eyes of these creatures have a terrible power. They can paralyze you with a stare. They cannot see with their eyes, however. If you’re careful, you may be able to get the drop on them.”

“All right, I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you. The both of you,” Saria smiled.

Flat blushed. “Oh, it was nothing… I’m just happy all our hard work will finally amount to something.”

Sharp narrowed his gaze at his brother before saying, “Well, try not to make a habit of sticking your nose in other peoples’ graves.”

And then the flames puttered out, dissipating into the air. Before Saria entered the next chamber, Poppy slipped underneath Saria’s cap.

“I’ll just wait under here. I’m… Sure you’ll be fine.”

Saria could feel the fairy shivering. “That’s quite all right. If things get too dangerous, return to the surface and warn the others of the danger.”

Poppy gave an affirming nod, then slipped under the cap. Saria then touched a hand to the door, causing it to slide up and let her inside before shutting behind her.

Once everyone left the first chamber, a new figure slipped down the hole. After safely landing on the ground, she chuckled quietly to herself.

“So this is where they hid it…”

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Saria stepped lightly, keeping her back to the left wall. At the end of a short hallway the room opened up. She could see pools of green sludge bubbling and release a foul gas into the air. It had a sharp, sickly-sweet smell to it. Dotting the visible walkways around the sludge were emaciating figures laying on the ground, crouching, or just staring at the walls. It looked like wooden masks had been strapped to their faces – and Saria had no doubt it was against their will.

Three, maybe four… It’s hard to tell with all that gas, Saria thought. They’re far enough away from each other that if I just stay quiet, I could-

A high-pitched whistle rang through the air from behind Saria. Someone or something had alerted the redead, and now they were all on the move.

Who did that?!

One of the redead slowly turned in Saria’s direction, shuffling forward. For just a moment, her eyes met the eyes of the redead, and a blood-curdling scream echoed in her mind, freezing her in place.

Shoot! I was careless! My body… I can’t… Move!

One step after another, the redead grew closer… And closer… A bony arm with long, bony fingers reached out to try and grab the Kokiri, but she broke out of the paralysis in the nick of time. The girl darted behind the undead monster and slashed away with her dagger, making the creature drop to the ground. Blue blood dripped from Saria’s dagger as red blood dripped from her lips. When she was certain it was slain, Saria ran for cover, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

Had to bite my tongue just to free myself. I can’t even imagine what it would have done if I wasn’t quick enough.

After catching her breath, Saria readied herself for the next attack, but then something strange happened. The remaining redeads shuffled over to the one on the ground, crouched down, and just… Stared at it. Poppy, who was quivering beneath Saria’s cap, poked her head out and watched.

“W-w-w-what are they d-d-d-doing?”

“I’m not sure…” whispered Saria.

A few seconds passed, and the fallen redead’s body seemed to disappear, almost as if it were never real to begin with. Whether the creatures finished their business or lost interest, they all stood back up and turned away.

Now’s my chance!

Saria ran across the room, hopped over one of the sludge pits, then went wild with her dagger, striking the redead down one after the other. As frightening and durable as they were, they were too sluggish to defend themselves. With the last of the redead slain, Saria gasped for air. The gas in the room made it hard to breathe. The Kokiri struggled to get away, slumping against one of the walls and panting.

“It’s… Done…”

“Saria, you don’t look so good,” said Poppy. “Here.”

The fairy touched her hands to Saria’s forehead and glowed with magic power. Trace amounts of life energy were passed to the Kokiri, reversing the effects of the toxic fumes. Within seconds, Saria was back to normal.

“Poppy, you didn’t have to.”

“I’m your fairy, remember? I can’t sit by and do nothing while you’re suffering. Besides, if I let you fall here, it’s not like I could take on Ganondorf by myself.”

“Right you are,” said a woman’s voice. Saria turned to face the source of the voice, narrowly dodging a dagger hucked at her neck. Saria knocked a second dagger out of the air by striking it with her own, and then she finally saw her. It was a tall and muscular woman with bright red hair, dark skin, and vibrant yellow eyes. She wore jewelry, thick makeup, and colorful clothes, as well as light armor across her forearms and shins. Seeing the resemblance, Saria realized she was a Gerudo woman.

“Who are you?” asked Saria.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, fairy girl,” the woman smirked. After pulling out a small chunk of stone from her pants pocket, the woman casually tossed the stone up and down with one hand. “Thanks for the distraction. It would have been a pain to get this without you.”

“Wait, that inscription!” Poppy shouted. “Is that the Composer Brothers’ song?”

“That’s right,” said the Gerudo. “The only copy of it in the world, no less. I had ample time to remove it from that tablet at the back of the chamber. Ganondorf will be pleased once he sees this.”

Saria readied her dagger and drew a deku nut. “I won’t let you get away.”

“Oh, come on now. What do you care? You probably don’t even realize the value of this song. Don’t be a hero, girl. It’s not worth your life.” The woman grinned once more. “Unless you want to trade something for it. Call it a hunch, but I have a feeling you have something even more valuable than this song in one of those pouches.” The Gerudo then pocketed the stone and stepped forward, drawing a pair of scimitars as if from the air itself.

“Be careful, Saria. I can tell she’s no pushover,” said Poppy.

“The fairy is right, you know. I may be a lowly spy at the moment, but one day all of Gerudo Desert will know the name ‘Kitoga’!”

The Gerudo warrior dashed forward, swiping down at Saria. The Kokiri dodged, swerving to the right as she lashed out with her dagger. Kitoga parried, swinging once more with her second blade. Saria ducked, and Poppy shot up into the air, taking the cap with her. The pair of girls traded blows, one after the other as sparks fired from their blades every time they met.

Saria was pushed more and more on the defensive as Kitoga started reading her movements. Soon enough, all Saria could do was parry the Gerudo’s blades as she was pushed back toward a wall. Just when it seemed like there was no more room to go, Saria flipped back onto the wall and kicked off of it, crashing into Kitoga and knocking them both to the ground. One of the Gerudo’s scimitars fell into the green sludge while Saria’s dagger was all the way on the other side of the room.

“Damn you!” shouted Kitoga as she hucked a dagger at the Kokiri. Saria tried to dodge, but the dagger cut across her shoulder, drawing blood. Closing the distance to her own weapon, Saria turned and threw her cloak into the air, blocking Kitoga’s line of sight just long enough for Saria to toss a deku nut. Before the Gerudo realized what happened, Saria had knocked away her second scimitar, leaving her weaponless before the Kokiri.

“It’s over,” said Saria.

“Is it?!”

Kitoga threw a roundhouse kick at the girl, forcing Saria to dodge. The momentum was too much for the Gerudo’s pocket, however, and the stone was flung across the room right toward a sludge pit.

“No!” shouted Saria. The Kokiri leapt for the stone and caught it midair, landing safely on the other side of a pit. When she turned to look for the Gerudo, she was gone.

“Poppy, where’d she go?”

“She went through the door!”

Saria pursued, opening the door. By the time she was on the other side, Kitoga was already rising into the air via the magic platform. After disappearing in a beam of light, she was gone. Saria’s shoulders sunk. After smacking the side of her fist into the wall, she went back to the second chamber to retrieve her cloak.

“What’s wrong, Saria? You got the song. You won, didn’t you?” asked Poppy.

“She could have told us more about Ganondorf and his plans,” said Saria.

“Ah. You make a fair point. So it’s a draw, then.”

“It would seem so.”

Saria walked to the far end of the second chamber, finding a stone tablet on the wall. Missing from the tablet was the chunk of stone she was now carrying.

“Do I… Put it back? It seems wrong to take now.”

“She’d come back for it if you did,” said Poppy. “Might as well hold onto it for now.”

Nodding in agreement, Saria read the tablet aloud.

“This poem is dedicated to the memory of the dearly departed members of the Royal Family.

The rising sun will eventually set. A newborn’s life will fade. From sun to moon, moon to sun… Give peaceful rest to The living dead.”

“Interesting poem,” said Poppy. “So this is what the Composer Brothers left behind.”

Looking at the chunk of stone, Saria realized it had a musical staff with a set of notes indicating the song. After playing the song with her ocarina, she felt a strange magic wash over the air, as if the very sky had shifted. No longer was a dark storm brewing overhead. The clouds had parted, and the sun shined all over Kakariko.

A voice whispered in the air, “Restless souls wander where they don’t belong. Bring them calm with the Sun’s Song.”

Saria and Poppy looked around. Somehow the dark, dreary chamber felt… Peaceful. The Kokiri pocketed the Sun Song stone then looked to her companion.

“It’s time. Let’s get out of here.”

“Right,” said Poppy.

As Saria and Poppy walked back, Saria stopped, looking at the abandoned scimitar on the ground. Picking it up, Saria noticed the fine craftsmanship of the blade. Not only was the large blade sharp and thin enough to split hairs, but it also had a jeweled knuckle guard. Saria’s eyes widened as she looked at her reflection in the blade.

“Saria? You’re not taking that, are you?”

“I mean… She wouldn’t miss it, right?”

“Saria…”

“What? It’d be a waste to leave it in this tomb!”

“I can’t believe you!” Saria winced at Poppy’s chastising, but then the fairy said, “I knew it was a good idea to bond with you, you little rascal!” The fairy ruffled the Kokiri’s hair, making Saria blush. Despite the heavy mood of before, Saria’s heart felt strangely light. Once the pair were in the first chamber, they stepped onto the magic platform and were pulled to the surface by a beam of light.

“Gah!” a Hylian guard shouted, falling backwards.

“Oh! Sorry about that!” said Saria after returning to the graveyard.

“I should say! What were you doing down there?! Were you grave robbing?”

“No, it’s not like that!”

“Then explain that fancy sword!”

“This was a Royal Family tomb!” said Poppy. “Why would they have Gerudo weaponry?”

“W-why… Wouldn’t… Um… Hm. Fair enough. I still don’t know why you were down there, though.”

Unsure of what to do, Saria presented Zelda’s letter. The guard took the letter and looked it over.

“Wait a minute… This is the princess’s handwriting! Let’s see here… Hmm… Okay… ‘This is Saria… she is under my orders to save Hyrule.’ Wait, seriously?”

The guard started laughing hysterically at the letter. Saria stepped back, feeling uncomfortable.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Ha ha ha! Oh, I think everything is fine. Seems the princess has come up with another funny game to play! Okay, okay, all right. Since she obviously put you up to this, I won’t punish you. In fact, I might as well ask. What else did she want you to do?”

“To travel up to Death Mountain?”

“Ha! Now that’s rich! All right, if that’s your orders, I’ll help you through the gate. Just be careful, Ms. Hero!”

The guard laughed all the way to the gate. Along the way, Saria and Poppy learned that he had been called to the graveyard to investigate the explosion from earlier. No one had seen any sign of a Gerudo. Even when Saria told the guard what happened, he didn’t believe her.

“Then how do you explain this fancy sword?!” she protested.

“I mean… Lots of Gerudo have been coming to Hyrule castle as of late. Who’s to say you didn’t buy that at the marketplace in Castle Town?”

“He’s got you there,” said Poppy.

“Tell you what,” the guard continued. “It’s clear there must be something strange going on, what with all this explosive lighting and Gerudo scimitar business. I’ll keep an eye out for anything strange, but in return, you can do me a favor. Have you ever heard of the Happy Mask Shop?”

Saria thought back to her time in Castle Town. The vague image of a colorful shop came to mind, but she never went inside.

“That sounds familiar…”

“It’s a new business in the market. Everyone’s talking about it! You must have seen my boy hanging out in the graveyard, right? He’s always pestering me for this really popular mask. Next time you head to town, maybe drop on by the shop and pick it up. You’d be doing me a huge favor.”

“Is there a reason you can’t get it yourself?” asked Poppy. The guard stared at her and gestured to the gate.

“I can’t just up and leave. My whole job is standing here and making sure the wrong people don’t pass through the gate. If I left my post without good cause, they’d hang me by my ankles until my face turned purple!”

“He’s got you there,” Saria said to Poppy with a smirk.

“Shush, you.”

“One more thing,” said the guard. “Try and be careful while you hike up the trail. Death Mountain isn’t just any ordinary mountain – it’s an active volcano! Sometimes it shoots whole chunks of rocks and hot magma out. That, and the locals are uh… Well, you’ll see, but they’re a bit careless as of late. Just be careful where you walk, all right?”

“Will do. Thank you, sir.”

“No, thank you Ms. Hero! Wah ha ha!”

As Saria walked off, Poppy floated after her and grumbled.

“I hate that guy.”

[sufferinggod]

so yeah. so far so good id say. a lot more comfortable, and a lot better then my first time around in the city.... i went to my first day of training at my new job yesterday... had to walk an hour to get there lol. woke up at 5:30, left at 6:00, got there at 7, started at 8. i mean the walk was chill but yea it is far. its in this huge building pro its actually really fucking legit lol. they got lockers, a huge cafeteria, free coffee. the people there seem chill. i met this dude right away as soon as i got to the building and i asked him for directions and turns out he was there for his first day as well with me in the same campaign so i just followed him inside lol. legit had i not made friends with him i wouldve been completely lost so im glad i asked him for directions. and yeah didnt do much on our first day besides logging in and getting all our usernames and passwords and all that....... bro, the night before i was drunk as hell, and didnt sleep until 2 AM and i got up at 5. bro i was on 3 hours of sleep, i had to walk an hour, didnt even eat anything the whole day. i was exhausted. i looked like shit on my first day too lol ugh. there are a few hot girls around the building which is nice at least lol. gotta get to know em though. i need a haircut. everyone looks great and i just look sloppy lol ugh. in time ill get more comfortable, get all my shit together. i just have to keep going. i have to keep showing up. i have to stay focused....... my brother bought weed yesterday and he was smoking with our roommate and they were gaming and they offered me to smoke some and i was about to but then my brother started talking about how sometimes they drug test where im at and after hearing that i decided not to smoke. i kinda sucked just being there the only one not high but i was smoking my vape instead. the day before i got really wasted so last night i decided to just chill and not do anything. i have to learn to control myself and have discipline. especially since i got this new job now. i dont wanna be killing what little brain cells i got............ but yeah. im a lot happier here now in this new apartment with my brother. his room mate is super chill and i got along with him real fast. so i am very comfortable. and not shy to go out unlike when i was living with my friend where i just locked myself in his room to shy to even go out. i am very comfortable here. and my brother even got me a new cell phone yesterday so i have a new phone, a new number. i am all set dude. its up to me now to succeed. its there if i want it. i have to go for it.

[sunshinesteviee]

I'd love to see "covering them with a blanket when they’ve fallen asleep on the couch" with Steve please <3

hehehe i loved this thank u !! wc: 879

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“Stevie?” you called, locking the door to your apartment behind you as you kicked off your shoes. It was oddly quiet in the apartment for the middle of the day, when both you and Steve had enough of a break to eat lunch together. Normally, by the time you returned home, Steve had turned on music and was sifting through the fridge to find something to eat. 

“Babe?” you tried again, venturing into the living room, only to find your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch. You couldn’t help but grin at the sight, and at the soft snores filling the air. 

Steve was laying on the couch on his stomach, shirtless, though the Family Video vest he had to wear was discarded on the floor nearby. His face was pressed into a pillow, one cheek smashed into the fabric, causing his face to be scrunched up slightly. The hair he’d spent an inordinate amount of time on earlier in the morning was now falling onto his forehead, lifting slightly with each exhale he let out. Your favorite part, though, was that Steve didn’t exactly fit on the shitty couch you’d bought. One of his arms was underneath his head, tucked around a pillow, while the other hung off the edge of the cushions. Similarly, one of his long legs draped over the side, his socked  toes touching the carpet, shoes sitting on the floor near the end of the couch. 

Crossing the room quietly, you crouched down near Steve’s head and reached out, fingertips brushing over his forehead to move some hair out of his face. He didn’t even stir, save for the slight quirk of one corner of his mouth. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead softly, hoping you wouldn’t wake him. 

As much as you wanted to spend time with Steve, you also wanted to let him sleep. He always worked hard, but had been pushing himself too far lately; he’d decided to take a few classes at the community college, but was still working full time at Family Video, and was somehow still finding time for you and his friends. The night before had been particularly rough, as he’d worked late, and then had to stay up late to finish some homework when he got home. 

Deciding you’d let him get some more sleep before he had to go to one of his classes, you pressed another kiss to his cheek and grabbed the blanket that was folded over the back of the couch. Unfolding the blanket, you placed it over Steve’s bare back, moving as quietly as you possibly could. You also risked waking him as you moved his leg back up onto the cushions, and waited with bated breath for a few moments, watching his back rise and fall with even breaths, still fast asleep. 

While Steve continued to sleep soundly, you moved around the apartment quietly, working on a few odd chores that had to be done. The laundry was folded, kitchen counters cleaned, and you left enough time to eat your lunch. As it neared the time Steve would need to leave again, you packed him his own lunch to take with, knowing he’d be upset for having slept through his allotted lunch hour. You found a bag just the right size for a sandwich, some chips, and an apple, and then scrounged around the kitchen to find a small slip of paper, and scribbled a note onto it for him. 

Placing his textbook, notebook, and his lunch into his bag, you finally made your way over to your sleeping boyfriend. Crouching next to him once more, you stroked your hand over his hair, whispering his name in a sing-song voice, “Stevie. Gotta wake up, babe.” When he didn’t move, you kissed his forehead and peeled the blanket off of him, rubbing your palm along the length of his spine, “Baby, you’re gonna be late for class.” 

At this, Steve groaned, pushing his face into the pillow, “Don’t wanna.”

“Baby, you only got a few minutes before you’ll be late for class.”

Your words finally seemed to register for him and he scrambled to get up, sleep still fogging up his brain causing him to stumble over his words, “Ah shit! I-I’m gonna— I need—“

“Hey,” you soothed, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you’re good. Packed you lunch for class.” You held up the bag to prove it, giving him a smile. 

Steve visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping slightly as he let out a yawn, rubbing his hands over his eyes, “Y’the best, baby.”

“I know,” you grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

Suddenly, his expression fell again as he realized something, “I’m sorry I was asleep, I was looking forward to spending time with you.”

You quickly shook your head, dropping onto the couch next to him, “‘S okay, you’ve been busy, Steve. We’ll both be home for dinner, yeah?”

Steve nodded, getting up to grab his shirt and slipping it on, “Yeah, I’ll see you then, love. Thank you, again. Love you so much.” Slinging his backpack onto his shoulder, he leaned down to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in another short but firm kiss, “Bye, baby.”

send me a soft domestic blurb prompt!

[sdr2lovemail]

HIIII hru?? I hope you're doing quite well!! Can i request headcanons of sun and m m moon with a reader who arranged a sleepover at the daycare <3 like maybe they got the permission and what not not to mention they want to spend more time with them in general! Hope that's okay!

Hi Sierra! I'm doing pretty well and I hope you are the same!

I don't write headcanons so I wrote a fic instead, hope you don't mind. And in true Mod Vamp fashion I added a pinch of angst, as a treat. (Small cw for deception.)

I hope you enjoy my friend!

Sun and Moon are clingy and have separation issues and need a therapist why would Fazbear Entertainment do this?

It was finally your time off. A break from the smell of pizza and metal. Perhaps, you could finally catch up on that show you’ve been meaning to watch. Or maybe you could finally get a full eight hours of sleep. You enter the living room and take a seat on the couch. Having just eaten dinner, it would be perfect to settle down with something to watch.

You were halfway into a show before your phone began to ring. You were going to ignore it, no one important should be calling so late. Looking over you see the name of your manager. Oh god, she didn’t call unless it was urgent. Letting out a sigh, you pause the show and answer.

“Hello-?” You were swiftly interrupted by a loud crashing sound.

There’s a moment of yelling followed by more crashes. “Hey! I am so sorry to ask this on your day off, but we really need you to come in! Put that down!” Something shatters in the back. A second voice can be heard

“Oh no! I’ve made a mess! Clean up!”

Your manager groans and then speaks again. “Something happened to the daycare attendant's arm. We don’t know what but it’s completely gone. They asked for you to fix them and when we told them you weren’t here today they just freak out! I don’t know why, but he only wants you to fix him.”

On the inside you are screaming. You finally were getting a break but now it’s over. “...I’ll be right there. Hopefully I can get there before the shutters close.”

“Oh, thank you so much! I’ll buy you lunch to make up for it! We’ll try to get him to parts and services.” You hang up the phone and rub your temples. It’s better to hurry and get this done so you can return back home.

The drive to the Pizza Plex was quiet, probably the last bit of silence you will receive for the next thirty minutes. Replacing an arm should be a quick fix. Unlike with other technicians, Sun was very well behaved for you.

You pull into the parking lot and sit there for a minute. Would it be wrong to just wait here until the shutters go down? Act like you couldn’t make it. No, you couldn’t do that to your manager. And you wouldn’t want them to deal with having one arm for a whole weekend. It won’t be too bad. You kinda missed having their energy around anyway.

Walking into the Pizza Plex you are routinely scared by a map bot before making your way. You find yourself in front of the doors to parts and services. There, your manager anxiously paces but then sighs in relief.

She sets her hands on your shoulders. “Really, thanks for this. I gotta head home now. Make sure to leave before they lock up!” And just like that she’s gone, leaving almost too fast.

Entering the room, Sun sits in the protective cylinder. His one good hand delicately placed in his lap with him rocking side to side. They see you and perk up. Jumping off the table, Sun picks you up and spins around. Even with one arm they still have such amazing strength.

“My sunshine is here! Those other mechanics were so mean to me!” He nudged his faceplate against your cheek. “MWAH! Now that you’re here I can feel aaaallllll better!” Sun carries you back to the cylinder. They set you down and hop back onto the table.

“It’s nice to see you too, Sun. What happened to your arm? I understand a little scratch here and there but the whole thing is missing.” You turn to look for his box of parts missing the way he tensed.

“OH! Uh…The cable! Moon was patrolling the daycare to make sure we didn’t miss anything before we closed. The cable just snapped! And uhm…the arm just came clean off!” Sun explained while gesturing with his one available arm.

“I’ll send a request for maintenance to come down and check it out. The cable shouldn’t just snap like that.” If an animatronic was able to sweat, Sun would be absolutely drenched.

“NO! I- I mean you don’t have to do all that, Sunshine. Maintenance already stopped by before you showed up. They already switched out the cord and filed the report.”

Shoving past multiple boxes, you finally found their parts. For some reason they were all the way in the back. “Well, I’m glad you’re mostly okay. I would’ve been really worried if you lost your head or something worse.”

The daycare attendant’s cooling fans kicked on. You were worried about them! You’re just the sweetest person ever! They were so in love they felt like their servers were gonna crash!

Grabbing the parts you need to rebuild Sun’s arm, you walk back into the protective cylinder. Having a better look at him, it doesn't look like his arm just fell off. Around the empty socket there were multiple small indents. You would have to ask them about it when you’re on the clock. You set up the parts and exit to get to the computer. Not before giving Sun a small kiss on the faceplate. That gesture alone was enough to fill him with joy.

It was a quick procedure, even with this ancient computer. You’d think with all this money Fazbear Entertainment could afford to buy new tech. It would’ve been quicker if you didn’t have to search for the parts too.

Sun skips out of the cylinder, swinging his arm around to test it. Even doing a cartwheel for an extra measure. “You fixed me just perfectly! Now that I'm all better, we can play or cuddle or draw!”

“Actually, it’s still technically my day off. I have to go home now, Sunny.” You tried to sweeten him up by pulling out a nickname.

It didn’t work.

Sun had his arms wound tightly across your waist, their lower half dragging across the floor. They were pleading for you not to leave yet. “Please! Hey, you haven’t even seen Moon! It would be so unfair if you only spent time with me today. Or we could just play!”

“I have to go. I’ll be back on monday. Just imagine how much fun we can have when I get back.” After a long struggle you finally made it.

To the door of parts and services.

That’s fine. You could just sweet talk him. Give them a few kisses here and there and you would be home free.

Attention Mega Pizza Plex guests.

We are now closed. Freddy and his friends have had a long day but would love to see you again tomorrow. The doors will now be locked. Any personal possessions locked inside will be considered private property. We thank you and hope you have a nice night.

You stop your attempt of getting to the door and look at your fazwatch. You check the cameras to see that the shutters have gone down. You look at Sun and you were sure if his faceplate could move he’d be smiling wider.

“Alright, you win sweetheart. We can have a sleepover. How does that sound?”

Now, it would be very easy for you to leave. All you needed to do was call Vanessa and have her open the shutter for you. However, it might be nice to spend time with your robotic boyfriends. You guys don’t get to see each other often. They’re confined to the daycare while you need to be on beck and call in case something breaks. Spending the night with them doesn’t sound too bad.

“SLEEPOVER! With you?? AH! Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” In a blur, you’re picked up and tossed over Sun’s shoulder. In record time, you make it from parts and services to the daycare. They set you down on the soft, foam flooring.

You take a moment to look around. Something metallic gleams in the corner of your eye. Looking over, you crouch and take a peak. Tucked underneath a chair was a screwdriver. You reach under and grab the tool. Why was there a screwdriver lying around the daycare?

Sun is fast to snatch it from your hands. “How dangerous! Oh no! Oh no!....Uhm…Those maintenance guys must've left it here! When they fixed my cable, yes yes. I have to confiscate this. Aren’t they just so mean? Leaving such dangerous items where children play!” Sun gives you no time to process as they shove the screwdriver into their arm compartment. That was definitely suspicious.

Before you can start your questioning, he begins bouncing around the room. Looking for something the two of you could do.

“Imagine all the fun we can have! We can tell stories, cuddle, play so many games, kiss, draw!” Sun lets out an excited yelp. He was making too much noise. If Vanessa were to hear she would come check and make you go home.

“Sun, darling.” You quickly pad over to him, wrapping your arms around him. Their movements stop and they look down to you, eager to hear any and everything you have to say. “We’ll have to be more quiet. Vanessa is on patrol tonight and if she hears us I’ll have to leave.”

Sun lets out a choked gasp. “Nonononono! You can’t leave!” They bring their volume down a few levels. Still yelling, but quiet. “I’ll be good and quiet. Ms. Nightguard won’t even know we’re here!”

“Good, thank you honey.” Sun practically goes limp at the nickname. “Aw, I just realized I don’t have anything to change into.” Looks like you were sleeping in your uniform.

Without saying anything, the daycare attendant zooms away and into the gift shop. The sound of digging can be heard before Sun scrambles back down, almost tripping over his jester shoes. In their hands was a shirt with a cartoon depiction of your lovers. “We don’t have any bottoms, but this shirt should work.”

You take the shirt from his hands and thank him. Though, he doesn’t say anything back. Sun just stands and stares at you. Fiddling with his hands, stepping from one foot to the other. Their optics practically bore into you. “Sun? You okay?”

“Oh! Never better! I just loooooove you so much! I’m…We’re very happy you stayed the night with us.” Their hands go from side to side in quick succession. “Now, you need to get all cozy. You can change in the bathroom while I set up the room.”

Pressing a kiss to his hand, you make your way to the daycare bathrooms. Sun makes sure to watch you walk there before heading to his room.

The room looked much better than it used to. Sun and Moon were pretty neglected from Fazbear Entertainment. They didn’t get everything the others got. Not the attention or merchandise. They didn’t get a fully furnished room, heck, their room didn’t even have flooring before you showed up.

But that’s why you’re just so perfect. You helped them fix up their room. Using money from your own pocket; you brought them so many pillows and blankets, strung up lights, even painted the walls blue and yellow. You’ve done more for them than this company ever did.

Sun was arranging a pillow pile for you to sleep in. From their memory sync, Moon begins to talk.

‘They’re onto us.”

‘I know. They’re so smart, we can’t keep it a secret forever. They’ll find out and hate us and they’ll leave us! What if they start dating Mr. Fazbear or Ms. Chica or or or or!’

‘SUN! Calm down. We just need to keep selling that maintenance is stupid and worthless, which they are. That they caused this. Then our dear will become our primary handler.’

‘Right…you’re right, Moon. I just need to keep calm. Which is easier said than done.’

“Sun? Are you here?” You yawn as you crawl through the tunnel connecting the rooms.

“Of course I’m heeeee…” He trails off. That shirt was so cute on you! His cooling systems kick on, the fans making a low hum. “Sunshine! You’re so adorable! Let me hug you!”

You nod and open your arms. Sun instantly scoops you up. They’re warm, so calming you could fall asleep right there.

‘Let me out, Sun. It’s my turn. Look at our dear. It’s their bedtime.’

‘But…But we didn’t get to play! They said we could!’

‘They’re human. They need their rest. Unlike us they can’t recharge and go. It’s time to sleep.’

‘Fine…’

Sun sits you down on the pillow pile and goes to shut off the lights. You were surrounded by darkness. The only inkling that Moon was there was the jingling of bells and the slight red glow of his eyes. They make their way to one of the walls. The sound of tape ripping can be heard before the soft glow of fairy lights come on. The lights give the room a soft glow.

You cast your eyes over to Moon, electrical tape covers the areas of their lighting sensors. He slides over to where you sit and lays you back. “I didn’t want the lights to trigger Sun. This is my time, Moonlight. I couldn’t take any chances.”

They lay next to you, taking a fluffy blanket and covering you both. “May I?” The nighttime animatronic presses a hand to your upper chest. Seeing you nod fills him with joy. He lies down and presses his faceplate to your chest.

Your heartbeat. The rhythmic sound of your heart coursing blood. It soothed him, told Moon that you were still here with him…with Sun. They were made of metal and wiring, not capable of having a pulse. It made them feel special that you let them indulge in something like this.

“Moonlight…”

“Yes, Moony?”

The stupid nicknames you used. Moon wanted to hate them, but he just couldn’t. It was something you gave them. Something they needed to cherish.

“Maintenance did such a mediocre job, didn’t they. It’s amazing they still work here with such incompetence. For my hook to unclip from my back like that. Wouldn’t it be amazing if you were our handler?”

“Your hook? Sun told me it was the cable.”

Silence.

Oh no, Moon screwed up. That was Sun’s job! To be the one to mess up their plans. How could he let this happen. You were going to leave them. Moon began to shake, his programmed anxiety starting to kick in.

“Moon, my darling.” Moon refused to look up. He hated this, he hated everything. You were going to leave. Just like every other stupid, annoying technician.

“Were you guys lying about how you lost your arm?” You kept your tone soft and comforting.

Moon took a minute. Arguing in his mind with Sun. “...Yes we did, Moonlight. We just needed to see you. These feelings…they’re so new…so disgusting. I just don’t know how to act.” They bring a hand up to grip the seam of their faceplate. An anxious tic they’re grown to use.

“Did Sun use that screwdriver to break off your arm?” You ask while bringing your hand up to theirs, prying it away from their face.

“No…I did. Sun’s too much of a wimp for anything like that.”

You sign and pull Moon away from your chest. “Come on. Sit up, we need to talk.”

Sitting up, Moon has his arms crossed and is avoiding your gaze. He wanted to be angry and lash out. To blame anyone but themselves.

“Listen Moon, you too Sun. I love you guys. You know I do. However, you can’t just go around and break yourselves just for me to come down. What if management decides that you’re causing too much trouble and scraps you.”

“I wouldn’t let them. Those humans can’t fend against me, especially with no power.” Moon chuckles darkly.

“This is serious, Moon! You can’t just do something like this. I might get fired if they find out I’m tied to this.”

The thought of following you home crossed their shared mind. They could always sneak onto the computers and find where you lived. No, that would make you mad. They don’t think they would be able to handle you hating them. And Sun could never part from the daycare, he loved it too much.

“Moonlight…you’re right. This was naughty of us. But those other technicians, they hate us and we hate them! We aren’t Fazbear and the main gang so why should they care about us…” Moon slumps over.

You drape your arms over them and plant a kiss straight on their sculpted teeth. The nighttime animatronic wraps its arms around you, smooshing it’s faceplate into your lips. Pulling away, you reach for the blanket to cover you and Moon.

“I’ll ask about becoming your handler, but there’s no promise that they’ll let me. If I can't, could you at least try to get along with maintenance?” You yawn as you settle back into the pillow pile. Moon shifts to be able to cradle you in his arms.

“For you, Moonlight? Anything.” His built-in music box kicks on, humming a slow tune. “Sleep now, dear. I’ll be sure to wake you before the morning shift gets here…Sun says goodnight too.”

“We aren’t done talking about this. This conversation will continue on Monday. I love you guys.”

“We love you as well.”