#a few of him pulling a creeper face because I love him

[are-we-really-doing-this]

If you thought I was missing Wes’s 48th birthday, you’re incorrect and I’m deeply offended.

[thedisc0spider]

Could you write Spenser Agnew fluff? Could it possibly be Reader and Spenser have been hiding their relationship and basically pull a Shourtney??

Out of hiding

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Summary: you and Spencer come out as a couple

Warnings: mentions of Covid, pre-established relationship, this is really short I’m sorry

Genre: fluff

Point of view: Second person

A/n: this is such a cute request I love it. By the way, I’ll be getting to my other requests really soon, just busy!

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You and Spencer have been dating for almost 5 years. Your relationship had moved rather quickly, you started dating a few months before lockdown and you decided to move in together because you didn’t know how long Covid was going to last. This wasn’t that crazy because it had felt like you’d been dating longer than you had due to the fact that you worked together years prior and always secretly wanted more.

Since the beginning of your relationship you told each other that should you make it to your five year anniversary, you would tell the world then.

Time flew by and the next thing you know, you’re only a day away from the world knowing why you’ve been so happy this last half-a-decade.

As it was getting closer you guys started teasing it on your stories

First spencer posted this on his story, tagging you:

Then it was your turn, you posted this on your story, this time tagging him:

People were starting to speculate now.

You and Spencer are laying in bed, you’re still asleep as he watches the rise and fall of your steady breathing. You wake up to the feeling of a hand running up and down you side. You turn, humming softly, to see spencer intently watching your every move.

You chuckle, running your hand through his hair. “You look like you’re about to murder me.”

He smiles, “sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up… I just like the way you look while you sleep.”

You smile, turning back around so he’s now spooning you. “Okay, creeper.”

Spencer laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “You know what I mean, idiot.”

You lay in silence for a few seconds before Spencer speaks again. “Guess what?”

“Hm?”

He kisses behind your ear, “tomorrow we go public.”

You sigh, nodding.

“You know we don’t have to if you don’t want, I know we said 5 years but-“ you quickly turn around to face him, sitting up.

“No, no. Of course I want to. I’m just… you know, nervous.” You fidget with the end of his shirt.

He cups your face in his hand, sitting up with you. “I know, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too… but after we do this we don’t have to hide at all anymore. Just imagine..” he kissed your forehead.

You have to admit, the thought of being able to talk about him, to have him to yourself publicly, for everyone to know he was yours. You’d be able to kiss him, flirt with him, you smiled just thinking about it.

You grab the wrist of the hand on your face, leaning into it. “Yeah, you’re right.” You leave a kiss on his palm, “I love you, S.”

“I love you too, baby.”

The next day, you posted:

Caption: chat, is this a hard launch? Happy 5 years!

[ghostfaceprincess]

Hello love!

Could we maybe get some headcanons of slashers with a reader that has a lot of scars all over them?

I love you and take care love!

I can definitely do this! Scar gang! (It’s not a joke, I’m sorry)- I love you too, pookie! 🖤🦇

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TW: Mention of scars and language.

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The Slashers With (Reader) Who Has A Lot Of Scars:

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Michael Myers:

• When he first noticed them, he was rather confused. He wanted to ask you where they came from, but he decided against it.

• Is hyper aware of if any new one appears.

• He slowly rolls up his sleeves, showing you his own.

• He wants to help somehow.

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Freddy Krueger:

• “How did they get there? Did someone else do it?”

• No matter how you answer, he pulls you into a hug regardless.

• He has to double check to make sure he didn’t do it when he very first met you in one of your nightmares.

• “Is there anything I can do?”

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Jason Voorhees:

• Oh dear unholy, fire pits- did he freak out!

• You’ve been hurt, what do you mean ‘calm down’!?

• He tries to clean them and tend to them, even though they’re scars.

• Let’s out sad sounds, wanting to know what happened.

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Billy Loomis:

• He sadly traces them, mad at himself because he wasn’t there to help.

• “Why?”

• Spends the rest of the night holding you and rubbing your back.

• “You know you can come to me…”

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Stu Macher:

• He blamed Billy at first, tears in his eyes. “Did he do this or make you do this?”

• No, Stu, Billy has nothing to do with it.

• He just cares and he’s a very emotional and expressive man; he isn’t meaning to be like this.

• He pulls you close and begins to rock you gently.

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Charles Lee Ray:

• He puts his cigarette out and gently looks.

• “Someone do this to you? Who was it?”

• “Oh, pookie… I’m sorry…”

• Offers to pay to have them tattooed if you don’t feel comfortable with them showing.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• “Oh, sweet face, what happened?”

• Is rubbing a special lotion on them. “Helps lessen them,” she explained, in a soft voice.

• She gently rubbed some makeup off her arms, revealing her own. “It’s okay…”

• “Please talk to me if you need me.”

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Bubba Sawyer:

• Couldn’t help but freak out a little and not know what to do.

• Oh dear, you’ve been hurt!

• Sits down as you begin to explain it to him.

• He nods, his eyes worried, as he holds you hands and tries to make you promise that you’ll come to him about them.

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Thomas Hewitt:

• Did. Someone. Do. It?

• He’s so protective, he just wants to take any pain away.

• To try to relate, he shows you a bad scar he got when he was a child.

• Rubbing them gently.

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Art the Clown:

• Was 100% convinced he needed to fuck someone up.

• Coconut oil! He knows that helps!

• Is rubbing coconut oil on them, as he looks at you with soft eyes.

• If someone did this, he will hurt them. That’s a promise.

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The Creeper:

• Are you okay!?

• He’s beyond worried, as he gently looks them over, touching a few.

• Is always on the lookout for fresh ones.

• Please talk to him if you need him.

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I hope you enjoyed and remember, my messages are always open to anyone who needs it. It’s a guaranteed safe space and anything you say will never be repeated to anyone. 🦇🖤

[sleepiexx]

The Afterparty

Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader

Summary: Leon visits his best friend who he’s pining over late at night, she greets him with open arms and slurred laments of love

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, reader is drunk throughout the story, Leon is a chronic overuser of the word “sweetheart”

Word count: 1376

(Y/N) had given Leon the spare key to her house so that he could help out in case of an emergency. That was the official reason between the two, of course, but (Y/N) didn’t mind him popping in whenever, she told him as much. Yet still, at 3:23 am, coming over to her’s directly after a long mission, Leon felt like a creep.

She’d told him a million times how she may as well be nocturnal and that him stopping by at odd hours of the night unannounced was no problem, but that did nothing to quell the awkwardness Leon felt stepping into his friend’s house.

He couldn’t tell whether or not she was awake. From the foyer he could tell that lights were on in the house, but none looked like the overhead. Just some mood lighting she had set to purple.

“If you’re here to kill me, come back when I’m sober so I can enjoy it!” She yelled. So she had heard him coming in.

He followed the noise to her living room where she sat, back facing Leon in a strappy backless dress. It was one of the dresses she frequently wore when she went out; specifically Leon’s favorite, not that she knew that. He walked up behind her, cautious and quiet so he could go undetected.

“Not here to kill you sweetheart,” he hummed into her ear, anxiousness traded for amusement.

She screamed and fell forward, off the couch, scrambling to turn around and see who it was, quickly realizing it was just Leon.

“Leon!! You fucking creeper.” She pouted, throwing a pillow at him as he laughed at her fright.

She stood up and stumbled over to him. Leon took note that she still had her strappy heels on so either she just got back, or she was really trashed. He hoped it was the latter as he wasn’t too fond of the idea of her coming home late at night on her own, likely intoxicated. She shoved her face into his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

“I missed you so much, it should be illegal for you to be gone that long.” She slurred, nuzzling further into his chest.

Definitely trashed.

(Y/N) was an incredibly emotional and touchy drunk. A few shots and she wanted three things, world peace, to tell everyone she knew that she loved them, and to snuggle up with the nearest person, which most of the time ended up being Leon.

She pulled away, hands still wrapped around his biceps; or at least trying to, lord knows what a feat it would be to wrap one hand around his entire bicep. Her eyes ran over his face, seemingly looking for something. Leon had no clue what.

“Are you hurt? You didn’t get hurt did you?” She worried aloud.

He smiled softly and shook his head, muttering a “nope.”

She nodded very seriously, “good because you can’t get hurt. That would be very bad. I love you too much.”

“I’m sure you do sweetheart,” he chuckled, pushing her back down to the couch.

“I’m serious! You’re my best friend, and- and you mean so much to me. I don’t know what I’d do if you-”

Leon cut her off, trying to redirect her attention. If she kept going, she’d talk herself to tears about how upset she’d be if Leon died, and he wasn’t too fond of seeing her cry.

“I know, I know sweetheart. I love you too, now why don’t we watch a movie or something?”

“Only if we can cuddle,”

“I think we should both get changed before that.” He said, gesturing at his field attire and her clubbing dress; eyes looking her up and down before staring at her feet, “why are you still wearing your shoes?”

“I couldn’t figure out how to get them off. Straps are hard,” she frowned.

He nodded in agreement, sitting on the couch at her feet and patting his thigh, “Yea they are. Let me do it.”

She laid her legs across his lap where he’d been patting and watched as he carefully undid the straps. She sat up muttering, “You’re so pretty Leon, do people tell you how pretty you are?”

“Just you.”

“Well more people should tell you because you’re such a handsome man.” She coo’d, squishing his cheeks.

He shook his head. As he finished with her shoes, he grabbed them in one hand, helping (Y/N) up with the other.

“C’mon, princess, let’s get changed.”

“Hehehe ‘princess,’ you’re so sweet Leon, how do you not have a girlfriend yet?” (Y/N) giggled.

‘Probably because I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend,’ Leon thought to himself, he wouldn’t actually admit that though, not now at least.

“Not a lot of girls want to date a guy who’s always gone for work.” He said instead.

(Y/N) frowned at that, “But you’re so worth it, Leon. Other girls are crazy, I’d date you.”

Leon blushed slightly at the thought but denied it nonetheless, the slur of her words still too strong to take anything she said seriously. “You’re drunk, sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,”

Leon shook his head, “C’mon now, we gotta change.” He said, walking into her room and toward the dresser, placing her shoes right beside it in a place she wouldn’t trip. “Do you still have the sweatpants and tee shirt you stole from me?”

“You mean the ones you left here for sleepovers?”

“Sure,” he replied.

She grinned, going up to the dresser herself and digging through one of the drawers, pulling out and presenting Leon with his clothes. “Yes, I do.”

Leon took them from her and went to the guest bathroom to change, leaving her to do the same. As he stepped out of the bathroom he heard his name being called.

“Leon!”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He called back, standing outside her bedroom door.

“I need help,” she whined.

“Can I come in?”

“Mhm”

He opened the door, revealing (Y/N) stuck halfway in her dress.

“There’s stupid straps on this stupid dress too.”

Leon laughed hard at the way she was stuck awkwardly between the straps.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me! You’re being mean.” She frowned.

He faked some pity for her, “aw I’m sorry (Y/N), let me help you.”

She beamed at him, lifting her arms so he could pull the dress up from the bottom, definitely not the way it was supposed to be taken off. No wonder she got stuck.

“Turn around.”

“Why?” She asked, still not following.

“So I can reach the back straps, and so that you don’t flash your tits at me.”

She closed her eyes and turned up her nose, turning around nonetheless. “They’d be the best pair of tits you ever saw,” she snarked.

He shook his head at her antics and undid the straps. Carefully, he slipped the dress down off of her.

“Arms up,” he muttered.

As she followed his command, he slipped the oversized tee shirt she had onto her.

“I trust that you can put your shorts on yourself?”

She nodded, not caring at all that Leon was still there as he’d likely already just seen whatever there was to see from the back and slipping on her shorts. She spun around quickly.

“Can we watch a movie and cuddle now?”

“Yes we can watch a movie and cuddle now,”

(Y/N) smiled and slid into her bed, lifting one side of the covers and patting it as an invitation for Leon to come sit next to her. He did as she gestured and she instantly snuggled into his side.

Grabbing the remote to turn on the tv, he asked, “What movie are we watching?”

She shook her head, “I dunno, just pick something.”

He nodded, turning on the first movie that looked good. He knew it would end up just being background noise.

(Y/N) yawned quietly and Leon turned to her, seeing her eyes fighting to stay open.

“You tired?”

She nodded, finally closing her eyes. Just before her breathing steadied she murmured a quiet, “I love you, Leon.”

He smiled, holding her tighter. “I love you too sweetheart.”

[mutual-monsters]

implications

Pairing: Roommate!Joe x M!Reader (agab not specified)

TW: dubcon, dark-ish/yandere themes, stalking, possessiveness, mention of masturbation (m), p in ✨ambiguous genital✨, creampie, slight praise, Joe is a major creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 777

A/N: A combination of two asks–

“Hi, happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you enjoy it.

If you’d like, I’d love some Joe Goldberg smut, but only if you’re comfortable with writing it, of course. Honestly any plot I’ll love, but here’s a prompt if you’d like:

M!Reader catches Joe in their house, and confronts him. Joe tries to play it off, but reader doesn’t buy it. Something along the lines of “if you want me just say it” happens and, well, one thing leads to another.”

and 

“I am dying for a smutty Joe Goldberg x reader fanfic, maybe where they've been friends for a long time and finally Joe gets what they both want? Thanks 🙂”

It was just supposed to be a quick trip– in and out and never seen, never heard. He just wanted to break in look around for a while and maybe take a few things make sure you were safe. It was so simplistic; be in, be around, and be out before you were back from work.

Only, he hadn’t factored in the possibility of you coming home early. 

He had already looked through the dresser and under the bed when your car pulled into the driveway, but was too preoccupied with your laundry bin to hear the faint but audible click as the deadbolt unlocked. And, consequently, he was too busy shoving a pair of underwear into his bag to hear the sound of your feet padding gently down the carpeted hall, into your room and–

“Joe?” You ask, staring in amazement at your roommate as he rifles through your things, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”

He stops, questioning if this is real, and then briefly berating himself before turning to you with a, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, no? Then, what is it? Because it looks like you’re stealing my boxers.”

This wasn’t the first time you had caught him in here, just the first time you’d confronted him about it. You had known he had been breaking into your room, and you had definitely noticed the missing underwear, but never did you actually think you’d see him in action.

“No, no, no, no! I swear, I just– I lost a pair in the wash and I came in here to see if maybe one of mine got mixed in with yours…” He trails off.

“Joe,” You start, closing the gap between your bodies as you speak, “It’s not that I don’t understand why you would do all of this, but if you honestly wanted me, you could’ve just said something.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, still in a state of fight or flight. A long pause. You speak up again.

“These walls aren’t as thick as you think, Joe.  I know you think of me when you fuck yourself.” A beat. “And I know you do it every night.”

His face, flushed red now, burns under the scrutiny of your words. Your eyes crawl over him, waiting for him to respond.

“I know you moan to my name to yourself when you think you’re being quiet.”

“I have not by any means meant to–”

“Do you have the blue ones? With the ducks? They went missing about two weeks ago and I’d really love to have them ba–”

His lips crash into yours, too preoccupied with the concept of finally touching, holding, possessing to care about formalities. 

His hands move to fumble with your jeans, pulling them off, pushing you toward the bed. His pants, too, now, drop to the floor as you pull off your shirt, him following suit. He looks you over, fully acquainting himself with your naked form, gathering the words to say, before finally, “You are everything.”

A slight chuckle from your lips, “Maybe to you.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Parts of him still don’t believe that this could possibly be real.

“Of course.”

He pushes himself inside you, basking in the feeling, the texture of your skin, your smell. He waits a moment, lost in the feeling, before bringing himself back, compelled by your request for him to move.

He’s slow at first, acclimating to feeling. His eyes search for yours, with pupils blown out and full of adoration. He is in more than love, more than obsession, morethananywordintheEnglishlanguage and he needs you to know.

As he picks up the pace, his lips rush to your neck, desperate to mark you, to make you his, and then to your ear whispering, begging for you. 

“Tell me you love me.”

You can barely get a word in before he speaks again.

“You don’t have to mean it, just– please.”

You don’t think, you just say it. 

“I love you, Joe.”

This sets him ablaze, igniting a feral side of him.

“Again.” He demands.

And you do. “I love you”.

It’s enough for him to come undone, coating the inside of you with himself, claiming you, he tells himself. He stays in the moment, bringing you to your own edge, and then absorbing the feeling entirely. 

He thinks, to himself, while still inside you, of what he’s just done, of what you’ve just done, 

of the implications. 

He looks down at you, again into your eyes, infatuated, and says, holding back a smartass grin– “I suppose I could give you those boxers back.”

[heresthestorymorningglory]

The World Goes On Without Us

Summary: Dark theatres are almost as good as dark roads. Almost.

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

I was bored and wrote another movie theatre date, it won't be the last.

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷 Title credit also goes to her beautiful face. Comes from 'I Belong In Your Arms' by Chairlift

Enjoy my loves!

You climbed the steps, empty handed because he insisted; to the very back row, tucked in the corner.

He followed behind, admiring the way his scorpion jacket looked on you, you looked better in it than he did, even if it was a little big.

You sat with a thump as the seat folded down into place, taking the bag of popcorn from him as he put the drink in the holder before taking the seat next to you.

You chewed on your popcorn thoughtfully as you watched the theatre fill up before you turned to notice him studying your profile.

Scrunching your nose you popped more popcorn into your mouth. “Creeper” you smiled before holding a kernel up to his lips.

He opened his mouth letting you feed it to him; a gloved hand curling around your wrist, kissing your salt coated fingertips.

The theatre darkened slowly, falling quiet as the coming attractions rolled.

You leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head.

You watched the screen, his fingers dancing lazily on your thigh after a minute or two, he reached a hand to unfasten the button on the front of your jeans. You instinctively grabbed his hand, turning to look at him.

“No” you whispered harshly, the theatre was almost full. By some miracle the seat directly next to him was one of the very few that were empty.

He didn't speak, his free hand simply moving yours out of the way. He shifted slightly, his mouth kissing along your jaw, his breath hot against your ear.

“Shhhh”

Your eyes fluttered closed as he bit gently on your earlobe, making you gasp. One hand pushing deeper into your jeans, the other disappearing under your hair, pulling you closer.

You rolled your hips shamelessly into his hand. A moan slipping from your lips, muffled against his as he kissed you deeper.

You gripped the popcorn bag hard in your hands, before blindly moving it to the floor at your feet. He lifted his hand from the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your wrist, as he pulled back from your kiss, and his eyes met yours, pulling your hand between his own legs, your palm resting on his very prominent bulge. Your eyes flickered to his briefly as something particularly funny happened on the screen. Neither of you paid it any mind.

The conditioned leather was soft against your folds as he stroked his fingers back and forth. Your own hand mirroring his motions having pulled his cock free from inside his jeans, your thumb teasing the glistening head, making him lean back in his seat, biting his lip to keep from drawing attention. Seeing this only made you stroke him a little faster.

You shifted as he pushed a finger inside you, his mouth reclaiming yours with a hungry kiss, teeth biting your bottom lip before his tongue tangled with yours.

His finger fucking you slow and as deep as he could manage with your current restrictions.

You tried hard to sit still in your seat as you rocked against his closed fist; his hard cock twitching in your hand as you brought him closer. He was breathing heavily against your ear, fighting to keep himself quiet.

His hand slapped over your mouth as you whimpered, your free hand reaching to grip his thigh, your nails clawing uselessly at the denim as you moaned against his palm.

In return, he moaned loud enough to catch the attention of the person sitting in front of him. They hadn’t turned around, but you slapped your hand over his mouth to muddle the sound.

The thrill of getting caught spurring you both on. You were a tangle of limbs, twisted in seats that were far too small for any sort of extracurricular activity, teetering on the edge, trying to keep the other from giving you away.

His body went rigid as you leaned against him, tearing your mouth free from under his grasp; your lips pressed against his ear as you breathed hard.

“Shhh” you whispered, pressing your hand harder against his mouth, forcing him to breathe harder through his nose. His release spurting from the tip, coating your hand and fingers as it dripped to the floor between his feet. You kissed up his neck and along his jaw, keeping your hand in place until his breathing relaxed. He watched you closely in the dark as you brought the hand coated in his release to your lips, sucking it from your fingers like it were the most natural thing in the world; your eyes never leaving his.

He shifted so you had no choice but to brace yourself against the wall, partially lifted from your seat as you turned to face him, he leaned closer, the hand that wasn’t between your legs, gripping your chin, turning your head to give him better access to your neck and jaw. You gripped his shoulders, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear before he spoke; his fingers working your clit as he slid a second one inside you, making you groan.

He shushed you quickly, his lips claiming yours, but his fingers never stopped moving; you were able to use the wall for leverage and he was using it to his advantage.

You loved it when he was like this, so possessive and hungry. It made your whole body burn with want.

He broke your kiss, pressing his lips to your ear, his fingers fucking you faster, making you clench your tighs together around his hand.

“Cum,” he whispered “For me”

You practically melted into the floor, unable to form any sort of coherent thought as you clenched around his fingers inside you, the moan tumbling from your lips much louder than you had intended, he had moved his hand to cover your mouth and you bit down on the space between his index finger and thumb as you breathed hard through your nose; shamelessly grinding against this hand, riding out your orgasm before you slid back into your seat, kicking over the bag of popcorn as you did.

You leaned against him catching your breath as he rebuttoned your jeans, picking up the bag of popcorn and putting it back in your shaky hands before tucking himself back in his own jeans and taking a sip of your drink.

[dvskf4llz]

HIYA! could I request a grain x f reader

Where the reader is struggling to defend from mobs one night and gets injured while returning late from fishing and grain come to the rescue? 🫡

Here ya go!! <3

Also I hope you meant Grian xd -

𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

My Hero ☆

Warning ⚠️!! this oneshot will contain: kissing, injuries, blood, swearing, passing out. If you are uncomfortable with these then dni.

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You were just trying to fish for some fishes.

You needed a lot of fishes (for some reason). so you woke up so early just to start fishing, the other hermits insisted that you could just get from them but you turned down their offers.

The whole day, it was just you fishing non-stop while the hermits were offering you things that you needed constantly.

When you were getting some of the last few fishes you needed, you noticed the Sun was setting. You were nervous since you weren't prepared to fight mobs, but you continued fishing.

It had reached night time and you became more nervous, you could hear the groaning of the zombies. You looked around to see that you were surrounded by mobs, you grabbed your sword and started hacking at them.

You didn't notice but, you could hear an arrow coming towards you. You yelped when you felt a sharp pain in your arm, you checked and saw the arrow plunged right in your arm. Blood was dripping down from it, while you were too busy trying to get the arrow out a creeper went right in front of you. You heard the hissing and immediately turned around and saw the creeper about to blow up, you got launched and hit a tree. You groaned from the back pain, you looked at your leg and saw it was twisted.

" Crap...." you said under your breath, you could hear the mobs going towards you.

" Well, I'm screwed." you said while trying to laugh, you stopped and closed your eyes ready to die.

You heard the zombies getting killed, skeletons bones falling, spiders and creepers screeching. You could barely keep your eyes open, the last thing you saw was someone with a red sweater carrying you. (Damn I keep adding the fact that the reader keeps on passing out in everyone shot I've made.)

You woke up and looked around to see you were in a room, you heard the door open and saw Grian at the doorway. His eyes widened and he rushed to you, he hugged you a little tightly.

" You're awake!" Grian said muffled because his face was on your shoulder, you hugged him back

" What happened?... All I remember is that I was collecting resources.." you said confused, he looked at you

" Well I was just flying by, when I saw you lying down by a tree with an arrow in your arm and your leg twisted. I had flown down and killed the other mobs, then I brought you here so I could patch you up. " He explained to you, you immediately remembered what had happened.

" Well uhm thanks..." You said while rubbing your neck blushing, you see you had feelings for the parrot hybrid that had just saved you. What you didn't know was that he liked you back.

The next few days, you kept on struggling with the mobs and Grian had always came to the rescue everytime.

One day, you and Grian looked at each other after he patched you up. You both slowly started leaning in without noticing, you 2 were just do lost in each other's eyes you ended up meeting each other's lips. Both of your eyes widened in surprised and you both blushed, but soon you started to melt in the kiss. Once you both pulled away, you both chuckled.

" I love you, [Nickname]. So so much." Grian said while smiling at you.

"I love you too, My hero." You replied back returning the smile he gave you. You both kissed again, smiling happily.

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LMFAO I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS 😭

I hope yall liked it- I kinda rushed it when I realized I hadn't post this yet.

Anyways thanks for reading!

Au revoir reader! see you in the next oneshot hopefully! :D

[youngveinsworld]

quotes from a fan's recap of the young veins' show in atlanta, georgia on 24 march 2010

we had a lot of trouble focusing on the other bands playing because Ryan and Jon decided to watch part of the other bands’ sets sidestageish, which resulted in a bunch of rabid fangirls giving us the play by play of everything that they were doing. “Omg, he touched his hair, OH MY GOD, HE TUCKED IT BEHIND HIS EAR.”

Jon caught me taking a creeper picture of him while he was leaned down setting up his stuff. I was only mildly appalled at the fact that I got caught, but he just smiled and held it for my camera:

they had a really great set. The banter between the guys was really funny and entertaining, even though both Nicks and Andy didn’t really say much during the set.

I can’t remember which song they did this before, it may have been Capetown, but I could be wrong: Ryan: We have a new album coming out called Take a Vacation. You can tell them more about it, Jon, while I fix my guitar. Jon: We have a new album coming out called Take a Vacation. It’s coming out June 8th; there are eleven songs on it. We made it awhile ago. Ryan: Well, that's really boring, not exciting at all. Jon: I'm just reading it off the Wikipedia page, we have it pulled up back there.

Jon sang lead on two songs, before he sang lead on the second Ryan intro’d him as singing lead vocals. It went something like this: Ryan: Jon’s going to sing lead on this next one. Crowd: -semi silent- Jon: WHOOOOOOO GO JON!

I am now prepared to eat my words about Ryan Ross’ voice. His live vocals are really good. I actually prefer him live to any of the recorded songs that I’ve heard so far. I was pleasantly surprised that my ears did in fact NOT bleed at any point during their set. I found myself really enjoying his voice. I also loved the harmonies that they had going during Defiance.

We ran into Jon at the merch table and got to talk to him for a bit about Panic, the new album, and a bunch of other shit that I can’t remember. It was all a fucking blur, honestly. I actually feel a bit sad that I told him that I wasn’t expecting much out of them when I first got to the venue. His face looked a bit like this :( after I said that, but I followed up by telling him how completely blown away I was by their set and the new music, his face proceeded to change into this :D

We also talked about the split with Panic. Me: Panic was really my favorite band, I was really upset after you guys split, but I think that after hearing you guys play live, I’m glad the band split because now we’re going to have two incredible bands instead of just one. Jon: Yeah, I’m sad that it happened. I really loved playing with those guys and we made some really great music together. But you know, it just had to happen. Me: I actually think I may like Take a Vacation more than what you guys did while you were in Panic. Jon: -high five- That’s so great! I’m glad that you like the new stuff that we’re doing.

We talked for a few more minutes about random shit then we decided to go ahead and head out. My friend asked for a hug which he was totally into, he was a hugging machine that night. I’m not really into the whole, hugging band members thing, so I was ready to leave then Jon was like \o/ (that’s suppose to be open arms) at me, so who am I to refuse a hug from Jon Walker? No one that’s who!

After seeing the live show, I’m actually really glad that the band split. Ryan and Jon both seemed extremely happy. I wish that those of you who are still bitter about the split could have been at the show and had the chance to see the sheer joy they had on their faces while they played. All the guys are extremely humble and grateful. Jon was incredibly easy to talk to and he seemed a lot more at ease in that setting than at both of the Panic meet and greets I’ve had. Nick Murray and Jon actually thanked us 94582085 times for coming to show.

– original Livejournal post – Nicole's Flickr account

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Sending love your way, friend *hugs* what's something you've wanted to ramble about but haven't had a chance to yet? Any ideas that are in the baby stages? Anything you wanna tali about we're here for <3

Im gonna. Use this as an excuse to talk about Sector AU. Which I know you specifically know about but I haven't talked about it much on tumblr.

Okay so Sector AU is my PolyZITS X Rancher AU [Jimmy got added later. I mean. Look at him. Hes like Tango's wet cat. And Tango is his wet cat. I. Hhhhh]. I sort of havent settled on anything about sector au specifically yet because it's just kind of my 'I wanna think about my rarepair guys in situations' au but the gist of it for those who don't know. ->

Every guy in the relationship represents a different 'sector' of the MC Universe. Zedaph represents the End and is a sort of beetle hybrid sort of inspired by the endermites. He has the shielded wings, multiple arms, those big ass beetle...antannae? Antler? things? And the beady black eyes. He's also only like 4 feet tall. He's tiny. Bug guy.

Tango represents the Nehter [of course] though not as your standard Netherborn Tango guy, though it does pull from that a bit. He's sort of - a lizard? He [and zedaph] can skitter up walls and needs to be kept warm - going as far to swim in lava to do so. IDK man a lot of the nether creatures make me think of lizards. Instead of wings, tango has those like. Arm glider things some lizards have, along with the frills and the scaly skin. He still has the fire hair, though its almost like a mohawk in my head that goes down his back, w a lizardy tail to match. Charmander! He's charmander. he's also short, like 4'5, so not as short as zed but still. tiny.

Skizz is an avian, specifically a hyacinth macaw which are the biggest and strongest of the parrot species - and they're the deep blue parrot you can see in minecraft. I made him an avian bc i like bird guys but also idk man Skizz just fits the bird vibes. Everyone always makes him an angel to go with Impulse's whole demon thing and given Impulse this felt fitting to do. It should go without saying he's fucking massive. Like 6'8 massive or sometihng. big.

IMPULSE is a descendent of the Ancients, who still lives underground. I havent really figured out fully whats going on w him but Sculk Guy who isnt Quiet Human and is also tall but not skizz tall. Like a few inches shorter.

And then theres Jimmy, who's just a plain ol human who lives in the world and gets kind of sucked into their world. I imagine maybe that all of the servers these 5 interact on are like, continents in this world, and theres like some not-quite-server-fic shenanigans occurring where its like. They go on adventures and can interact with worlds they dont exist on [yet <- manifesting Hermit Skizz] and also they get to hold hands nad kiss maybe and tango and zed can climb everyone like a tree and its like

I have two very specific scenes in mind - Skizz teaching Impulse to fly w an elytra because he cant teach him FLIGHT proper but avians use rockets the same way elytra work where they glide back down so he can teach Impulse [And later - jimmy] to fly.

And then a second imagine of tango and Jimmy in a cave exploring and using Tango as a light source but because they arent putting down torches they get lost and a creeper blows up in their face and injures them and they have to make their way back to the other members of the polycule and its all a very daunting task and just. hhhh.

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

i decided to give reader new music. still the 'illusion' but the idea in my head is that's the heel song, yk? also there might be a little extra part with the full day in arcadia bay so stay tuned

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~Part I~

'The Very First Night: Part II' Angelo Parker (Jeff) x fem!reader

^secret love song by little mix is the only thing im gonna say^

- Wheeler Yuta (James) - there was nothing you could do to stop me from putting life is strange stuff in this, arcadia bay will be a common thing in my work just deal with me - im also aware of how dynamite and rampage are filmed but for the sake of this, im throwing it out the window - it got long, by accident

3rd Person POV

Sneaking around and dodging questions; that was what the days consisted of since the lipstick incident. When the sun fell and the moon rose, that was when they could see each other. Jeff would go to her hotel room and spend the night, only to be gone in the morning; but not without leaving a sweet note beside her.

Dynamite had come around to Y/N's home of Arcadia Bay, Oregon. It was also the show that everyone would hear from her. In all the years Bryan had known her, he's never seen her this excited. Since they got to the arena, the group saw sign after sign for their hometown hero. "Do you want any of us out there with you?" Claudio asked as she got ready to go to the ring, "No, but just be on standby. I have a feeling Jericho and his goons are upset about last week." She responded as it was time to go.

'For it is just an Illusion' playing before her new theme. She brought back 'Psychedelic Girl' by Twirl for her music, the Bay crowd knowing it well. Coming out of the face tunnel still felt strange to her, dressed in a BCC shirt, denim shorts, and her iconic creepers; giving fans highfives as she made her way to the ring. Once inside, she couldn't help but keep her signature; she took the belt off, held it up, and licked the main plate. "This title belongs to me." she always said. She put the belt back on and grabbed the mic. "Arcadia Bay, Oregon; I'm home!" The roar of her people had a few tears slipping. "It truly is so amazing to be back, standing here All Elite, as a member of the Blackpool Combat Club, as the Ring of Honor Women's World Champion, and as an Arcadian. For the time we're here in the Bay, just call me Y/N. I mean this is my home; why not use my real name at home?" Before she could continue, just as she thought, here came the goons. "Y/N, Y/N, no wonder you decided to join those guys; look where you're from. I mean, you say you bring honor to that title? Licking it like a harlot?" Chris started. They all made their way to the ring and the rest of her own gang came out. Jeff couldn't lie; he did flinch a little when Chris called her that; but he knew he had to play along. She'll understand. The ring was full and ready for a fight. "Chris, I wouldn't trash talk these people, we in AB love a good fight. And you wanna talk about honor? Let's talk about all the stunts you pulled when you had the title. I see you're still sore after the loss." "Oh no, we have an offer for you. See, the Jericho Appreciation Society's own Anna Jay A.S. has her eye on that title, so how about it?" Y/N scoffed and looked at Anna and Chris, "Oh? She wants the title? My women’s title? Because right now, it sounds like a little girl needing daddy to do the talking for her. But, who am I to turn down a quick win? I know Anna over there has a match tonight. If she wins with all your lackeys banned from ringside, see you at Rampage. If she doesn't," Y/N got closer to Anna, "Better luck next time, princess." Anna slapped Y/N but she bounced back to the other woman's surprise, "Jokes on you, I'm into that. I look forward to your match Anna." Just to mess with him, she shot a wink to Jeff, making him flush. "Now, get out of my ring." "I started my journey here all those years ago, and so many of you here tonight have stuck with me since. Thank you." That was all Jeff was able to hear while watching on the backstage screens over the nasty comments about Y/N.

And so it was, Y/N sat on commentary during Anna's match. Back and fourth banter with the men at the desk, "Y/N I have to ask, who did that wink go to?" "Oh Taz, who am I to give up secrets? They may not want to admit it, but I know those JASholes very well. I know some of them better than others." She said casually. "And the slap? That was quite an interesting response." Y/N smirked, "I like to mess with my opponents. Those who know, know." Anna had won with the Queen Slayer and the match was over, "Well gentlemen, I came back to the Bay as the champ, and I will leave as the champ. Goodnight."

The next morning, Jeff and Y/N met for breakfast at the diner she always went to growing up. Her friend's stepdad was nice enough to let her borrow the pickup for the time they were there. Two Whales she looked up at the sign and walked in, "Y/N!" Joyce, her childhood best friend's mom greeted as she walked around the counter to hug her. "Hey Joyce!" "It's so amazing to see you honey. Look at you all grown up." The diner held many memories for Y/N, "I've missed this place, Joy. That jukebox still messed up?" she laughed. "Ritchie just won't listen that it needs to be fixed; or thrown out at this point. Oh, Max and Chloe send their love. We wish we could be at your shows but they couldn't make it from Washington. I had it on the TV last night, all the bikers couldn't believe it was you." Joyce had briefly filled Y/N in about her high school best friends when she remembered, "I shouldn't be taking your time; there's a handsome young man waiting for you. What's this one's name?" Y/N turned her head to the booths to see Jeff sitting there with a grin on his face, having watched the entire encounter. "Jeff. We work together, kinda." "When he said he was waiting for you, I had to put him in your booth." The booth in question was the one she and her friends always sat in; littered with graffiti and carvings.

She made her way over and sat down, "Sorry. Joyce is just the type you can get lost in a conversation with. She was always like a mother to me." "Don't be sorry. I know how much this place means to you. I can tell you always loved wrestling by this;" he pointed to the carving clearly done by her hands 'Principal Wells can SUCK IT' "Yeah, Chloe and I had gotten suspended after a little brawl with some of the mean girls. I was always a DX kid." she reminisced as her finger traced the memory on the table. Jeff gently took her hand in his and they shared a look. It can't be, yet.

"Alright lovebirds, what do you want to eat?" Joyce asked. "I've been dying for your famous pancakes since the plane landed." The older woman looked over, "What about you, baby?" "I remember hearing about how good the french toast is here." Joyce wrote it down and left the two. "I can't believe you remember that." "I remember a lot, Dollface." The name made her blush, having not heard it in so long. "I remember that you, Chloe, and Max have matching tattoos; the one on the inside of your bicep. Let me see it again?" Y/N pulled her jacket off to show the smiling omelette, french toast, and pancake with the three girls' initials.

Some time had passed and Joyce came back, "Here you go, eat up kids." Y/N had to take a picture for her friends, "Smile." she told him. Jeff had a goofy smile and two peace signs up and then she took a picture of just the food. "You were right, this is amazing." He told her. "Joyce is a great cook. I miss sleepovers at the Price house and waking up to the smell of home-cooked breakfast and the sound of cartoons." They continued eating until, "Hey, how did you get here, by the way?" He looked up at her "Taxi? Why?" She laughed a little in shock. "I should have told you; public transportation here isn't the best. I'm driving for the rest of the day." "Oh come on, what kind of man would I be if I couldn't drive you around?" She smiled at the sentiment, he was always a perfect gentleman. "Unless you can drive an old pickup truck and navigate the Bay, I'm driving. We're in my hometown, I wanna show you around. You can plan the next." He felt all warm at the sound of 'the next'.

Y/N led him to the counter but Joyce stopped them both from paying, "On the house. Hometown hero special." She tried to push back but Joyce stopped her, "No baby, keep that belt and keep representing this place. I'm proud of you." "Thanks Joyce. I'll probably be back before I leave. I just wanna see oonee thing." She spoke as she hugged the woman in front of her. Y/N just had to check out the jukebox; was it still there? Jeff leaned on the counter and watch Y/N mess with the machine when Joyce started talking to him, "Now I've not kept up with wrestling since the girls were teens but weren't you with the people against her last night?" He looked down, "Yeah. The people I'm with and the people she's with kinda, hate each other. I wish none of us interacted so her and I didn't have to sneak around." "Sneak around? Oh honey, the way you two look at each other? She was also so focused on making it in the industry that she never really dated, but the way she looks at you and how she told me your name; that girl loves you." Joyce saw the blush in his cheeks. "I hope she does, because I lo-" "Oh ho yes! It's still there!" Y/N exclaimed "Jeff, come here." He stood behind her and looked over her shoulder, "I guess the music in this thing hasn't changed because it still has 'To All of You'. Kinda makes me think of you these days." "That's sweet." They left the diner and he was genuinely shocked at the truck in front of him; a mustard-yellow, busted and rusty pickup truck with the most beautiful woman standing by the hood. "Our chariot awaits."

Rampage

"Ready to retain?" James asked as the two of them waited by the tunnel. She asked him to accompany her because they were the closest. "More than." "I have to ask: who were you with yesterday? At that diner?" Referring to the pictures on social media she posted. You could tell that she was with a guy, but who it was was a mystery. "Just a friend from high school. We were partners in, chemistry class." Good lie. She thought, because he bought it. "Let's go!" Anna was in the ring and she brought Jeff with her. Great. Y/N and James walked out of the tunnel to nothing but cheers and love. They got in the ring together and she showed her own love for the crowd. She leaned against the ringpost with James on the apron. Even sending a little kiss to Jeff as, what looked like, a taunt. "And from Arcadia Bay, Oregon, she is the Ring of Honor Women's World Champion, Y/R/N" She took the belt off as she stood in the middle of the ring, licking the title before handing it off to Bryce. He signaled for the bell and it was off to the races. "C'mon princess, show me what you got!" She yelled at Anna.

At some point, Y/N had taken a nasty hit that hurt her arm; but there was no stopping her from keeping this title around her waist. Anna must have learned her lesson because she somehow kicked out of the Hypnosis pumpkick. She thought Y/N was down and decided to gloat but the 'Illusion' had another trick up her sleeve. She got up without her noticing and put Anna in the Deep Sleep chokehold; it only took about ten seconds for her to go night-night. "Here is your winner and still the Ring of Honor Women's World Champion, Y/R/N" Bryce held her arm up but flinched at the pain a bit. Jeff had gotten in the ring at some point because when she turned around, he was there. 'What are you doing?!' she mouthed. Think fast. "You want some of this, Loverboy?" she got in his face and it took everything in the both of them not to say fuck it and kiss. He went to touch her hurt arm but James pulled her away. As they walked up the ramp, she tried to look pissed off but she just couldn't; but James saw how they both looked at each other.

What the fuck is going on with her? he thought about his best friend.

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[waiting-to-be-lost-at-sea]

“Because he’s everything, he’s my everything”

Theo ran as fast as he could, he had heard Liam’s screams echoing within the tunnels. He had messaged Mason and the rest of the puppy pack.

He turned another corner, almost slipping immediately, he stumbled before running as fast as he could.

He finally found the door, he could smell Liam’s fear, taste his pain, he realised the door was bolted.

As he shoulder charged at the door a few times, before he managed to barrel past it. He saw Liam, on the floor, bloodied and broken.

“You’re too late, to save him, he’ll be mine soon enough” the elderly lady stated, her yellow teeth covered in Liam’s blood.

He ran towards her, pulling out a syringe, “You can not use magic on me, it won’t work” she grinned, his eyes turned cold.

“It’s not supposed to hurt you” he stabbed her and injected her immediately. “It’s a sedative, Morell will be here soon enough, Matilda” he dropped the woman on the floor.

Before turning around and dropping to his knees for Liam. His arms cradling the wolf close to him, shaky hands moving the hair out of his face.

“Hey little wolf, you gotta stay awake for me, okay”, Liam whimpered, as Theo grasped any show of skin, trying his best to drain Liam’s pain, black veins crawling up both his arms.

“T-Theo stop” he coughed up blood, “No, little wolf, you’re not dying just yet, c’mon who else is gonna kick my ass during patrols” he added trying to get the other to lighten up.

He took in Liam’s wounds, they weren’t healing, they should’ve already begun healing. He started to feel the pain ebb away, as if Liam was slowly fading away.

“No, cmon Li, stay with me now” he urged, eyes watering as he tried to think of what was the next logical step.

C’mon Theo think!

His mind was racing as his claws began to sink into Liam’s skin, there was only one option. “Little wolf, I need you to bite me” as he manoeuvred them both until they were leaning against one another’s necks.

Liam was closing his eyes again, as he used his hand, cradling his neck, he absorbed as much of Liam’s pain, enough for the other to be a little less lucid and more awake.

“T? What’s happening?”

“Bite me, little wolf” he murmured softly into his ear, Liam’s chemosignals changed from surprised to understanding though hints of confusion were still muddling his scent.

“Please Li” he murmured, tears falli my past his face, not even a second later, he felt fangs sink into his neck, a tongue lapping at his wounds.

Using all the energy he had left, his eyes blaring yellow, he returned the favour, relishing in Liam’s taste, but what he felt once they had sealed the deal, was as close to nirvana as he could possibly get, as he felt their bond tether the both of them to each other.

He pulled Liam into his arms, falling back and covering his head just in case. If this was how Theo died, he’d at least hold the love of his life one last time.

•

Theo awoke feeling someone in his arms, he opened his eyes, to see a sleeping Liam pressed up against his chest. The both of them were sporting bandages around their wounds, but one was left unbound.

He saw his mark on Liam’s neck, his hand slowly coming up to caress it, he felt Liam sigh happily leaning into his touch. He felt elation, flood through as he pulled the other close, moving them so that he was spooning Liam.

He nosed at the back of his neck, inhaling the scent of pine trees, lemons and home, Liam smelt like home.

“Told you he was a creeper wolf” Stiles annoyed voice stated from the door, Theo froze, but then Liam was grabbing something and throwing it without a second glance.

“Ow! You little runt!” Stiles growled out, “Get out, I want to sleep for another day or two before having to deal with your overprotective tendencies” Liam whined.

Liam turned around, cuddling close enough, he was nosing at Theo’s own neck, pressing his lips against his mark, Theo felt a flood of heat roll down his body.

“Eeewww, we’re going but just so you know, the pack is here and if you-OW” Stiles muttered, Theo had thrown the alarm clock in his direction, both waiting until the door was shut properly to laugh.

Theo finally got a glimpse of those baby blue eyes, looking more lively than they had when he found him. “Hey little wolf” he leaned towards Liam, who only grinned up at him.

“Hi” he got out, before Liam was kissing him and Theo was laughing and reciprocating before the pack yelled at them to come downstairs soon, because breakfast was getting cold.

Theo couldn’t help staring at Liam, “Did you want to talk about it?” Theo asked, not knowing if he was ready for Liam’s answer.

Liam however smiled, “Theo, you saved me again honestly if that is all it takes for you to finally make things official I might need to up the ante for an actual proposal next time” the beta teased and Theo just shook his head.

“I won’t propose, I’ll just kidnap you and take you to the registry office, we could go now if you’d like?”

Liam just laughed, cheeks going pink, “Maybe one day soon, not today though”, Theo’s eyes widened, as he smirked at the other about to pull him in for another kiss.

Liam stepped out of his reach, face playful, “You’re going to have to try harder than that, old man” he raced out, as Theo shook his head running after him.

He could follow the laughter Liam made for a lifetime, but for now he’d take what he could get as he tackled the other onto one of the beanbags.

The pack rolling their eyes at the sight of them.

“So who won the bet?” Malia asked amongst themselves, no one but Jordan Parrish & Sheriff Stilinski raise their hands.

[avocadish0w0]

Merry Christmas dears

As i promised

-Trees, cats, feathers and white snow-

A Scarian Christmas oneshot

3rd POV

Grian and Scar were just finishing the final details of the Christmas decorations, the white snow falling seemingly endless outside, a few hermits were playing in the snow, the colorful fairy lights were only visible because of it's glow, decorating the bases, the big Christmas tree in the middle of Boatem, right above the Boatem hole, Jellie was sleeping in the couch, peacefully, oh how Grian wanted to be in her place right now, he was decorating the Christmas tree, it was quite har for someone his height (not as if someone like him existed, well, we've got gnomes, but anygay-) making him have to fly low not to hit his head on the ceiling, and that's what was tiring, his wings were hurting from the amount of effort to keep him just above the floor, but not too high as he used to.

Scar left to get some wood for the fireplace, leaving Grian to prepare the food as Mumbo had invited all of the hermits for a Christmas dinner, everyone together, like a family.

It was almost night when he finished everything, Jellie had waken up a few minutes ago, currently eating, the blond male was sitting on the floor with a wet cloth he was using to clean in his hand, sweat dripping from his forehead, wings puffed up and in a urgent need of preening, he was really tired, he heard a curious meow coming from the gray and white cat, who was sitting in front of the tree, tail swinging from side to side agitated (cat owners will know what's about to happen) "Hey girl! What ware you doing?" Grain asked Jellie, as if she was going to answer, receiving a malicious meow from her "Oh no, please don't do this, I've been tidying this whole place up since morning" he pleaded the cat, that was going into a jump position, with a meow she jumped in the middle of the tree, making a few of the decorations fall of either cracking or breaking by whole, glass shards scattered around the floor "JELLIE, NO!" He yelled before the cat jumped out back to the floor, bringing the whole tree along, breaking everything, well, almost everything, the only thing that was intact were 2 plastic decorations one with a picture of the whole server together inside and the other with a picture of him and Scar during the mission of bringing a charged creeper into one of the shops of the diagonal alley, he held them close to his chest, as tears he didn't know he had been holding, ran down his face as he curled up in a ball, seeing all the hours of work gone in a matter of seconds, he wanted to cry, he wanted someone to tell him it was going to be okay, he wanted Scar.

Maybe his prayers were heard, cuz a few minutes later scar entered the house, his hair and clothes white because of the snow, he put the logs into the support near the fireplace (I'm Brazilian, Christmas is hot af here so I have no idea what this is called) "Honey, I'm home!" He said jokingly, his deep, joyful voice ringing in his ears, when Scar opened his eyes he saw the whole mess, and a sad, crying, pesky bird in the corner, leaving the mess behind he rushed to Grian, not even bothering to take off his boots, as it was safer since the decorations were mostly glass "Oh Grian, what happened, are you okay, are you hurt, you're a mess!" The brunet asked turning Grian's head trying to mind any cuts, pulling him I to his arms after finding none "I-i'm fine, it's just....... I tried to make everything perfect, but then..... Then Jellie jumped on the tree and destroyed everything, I could only save these two" the avian answered between soft sobs, showings his boyfriend the decorations, a smile appeared on Scar's face "I don't care about the decorations, I care about you, Christmas is not about gifts or decorating, it's about being with loved ones, and just by having you here with me, safe, in my arms, it's already a perfect Christmas, don't worry about the tree, we can buy a new one next year, how about we go to Mumbo's now, we can deal with this later, let's just clean it up" Scar said caressing the blond's face with his thumb, placing kisses on the others face, making Grain giggle, almost forgetting about the sadness "Yeah... I guess you're right, then we better start soon, this will not clean itself up!" He said trying to get up, but Scar didn't let him, not yet "Nah-ah-ah~ not before preening your beautiful wings, they're in an urgent need!" Scar demanded in a jokingly serious tone "Fine, I guess, tho, they are in a pretty need of help" giggles filled the once sad place, Scar carried Grian to their room, preening the brown wings of his boyfriend, being extra careful "I love you Scar....... I don't know what I'd do without you" The blond avian muttered "I love you too my little songbird" the brunet replied, placing a soft kiss on top of Grian's head........

-THE END-

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, THE ENERGY WENT OUT AND I DIDN'T HAVE INTERNET, ANDWHENITCAMEBACKIFORGOTALLMYIDEASANDIWASJUSTABLETOFINISHITNOWI'MSORRY?!!!!

[gontagokuhara]

uhhh got any cursed camp facts? (pranks that went wrong, cryptic izuru, nagito dealing with the kids?)

hi anon! you sent me this ask in september 2019. this is me answering now in february 2024. oops! and well, not actually — everything below the cut was written also in 2019. why did i not post it? im actually not sure because when i refound it today it made me giggle. so i’m leaving it untouched as i left it because 1) it still bangs, and 2) it’s all still fun pointy objects lore that i think illustrates how deeply i’ve thought about the silliest aspects of this fic…….and for how long.

so here we go. KRAKEN RELEASED!!!

YESSSS OMG I LOVE THIS ASK!!!!! theres so many im thinking wont have a place actually in the fic so getting to expand on them is :D

a few months before kaito ends up at camp (~a year before shuuichi shows up at camp) the full year kids are tasked by a weary nagito and hajime to find a group project to work on together so theyll get along and stay out of the counselors hair. someone jokingly suggests making a documentary about life at camp, and the two counselors tell them to do whatever they want, and get them a camera to use.

of course, kokichi decides to ignore the thing about staying out of their hair, and thus ‘nagitoe toemaeda: the curse of camp hopes peak’ is born.

clownery of the highest degree ensues. they harass nagito with the camera, not telling him what it is theyre filming; when izuru happens to stumble in while theyre filming, they spend a whole day getting footage of him that they can later on mess with; it’s a fucking shit show and the finished product is 70 minutes of pure garbage but none of them can think about it too hard or theyll die laughing

the feature runs as a found-footage and interview based horror movie; people descibing the fearsome toemaeda, intercut with creeper shots of nagito just doing camp business, intercut with footage of izuru picking fights with nagito and being ‘killed’, intercut with bad dubbing by kokichi over clips of nagito speaking. even hajime ends up in the film, reading a script from somewhere just out of frame and commenting intermittenly about how dumb this whole thing is

the watching party is a massive success. everyone is rolling from how stupid and hilarious the whole thing is. nagito doesnt leave his office for three days afterwards, traumatized by the yells of “here comes toemaeda!” whenever he shows his face.

+

kaede first meets izuru when she is twelve, several months into living at camp. she has had no prior knowledge on him because nagito does his very best to keep him away from the campers, but he cant be everywhere at once, and kaede finds him in the kitchen one day while looking for a snack

she doesn’t quite know how to react, so she just goes about her business, thinking maybe he’s somebody’s weird parent, or something. but when nagito shows up out of nowhere, and the situation turns tense, she becomes frightened.

as it turns out.....nagito and izuru aren’t real big fans of each other. an uncomfortable staring contest turns into an argument that turns into an all out fight, and kaede, only knowing nagito as a pseudo-weird-parent-figure who she cares about pretty much more than anybody in the world, starts crying and trying to get izuru away from him

thinking in 12 year old girl terms, she starts throwing things. the first thing to actually hit izuru is a box of saltines. he goes very, very still after he’s hit, and kaede thinks he’s going to hurt her.

he stoops down, picks up the box, and rummages around. pulls out a saltine. eats it, slowly, nagito breathing heavily a few feet away. eats another one. looks between nagito, and kaede, and nagito again, before slowly stealing out of the room, box in hand.

kaede has found a way to placate him. nagito always makes sure to stock up on saltines after that.

[docterzerocare]

hey, so uh. learned that q!Phil came back, and got inspired to write a thing with an oc, q!Dandy! :] my lil unicorn single parent <3 also, q!Dandy would make 100% make sure that The Federation can't gaslight Phil into believing that this shit didn't happen. they didn't freak out about if Phil was alright or not just to have The Federation just fuck with Phil's memories.

anyway, have The Concerned Parents Reuniting and Dandy Going Off To Potentially Get Kidnapped Kill A White Bear :)

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She heard that Phil had come back, and she doesn't think that she's ran over to his house so fast before.

Except when she first learned that Snapdragon had gone missing, because surely Phil knew where they were, right?

He didn't. Even worse, Snappy wasn't the only missing kid on the island...

They threw open the door to his house, hearing him let out a surprised 'caw' and seeing a few stray feathers go flying. He walks over to where Phil is, and he feels horrified at the sight in front of him.

Phil looked like shit, to put it bluntly. Bags under his eyes, red and puffy eyes from crying, and patchy, bloody wings.

Birds pull out their feathers when stressed, it remembers reading once. How stressed had he been? Had he even realized he'd been doing it?

While it's standing there, its son gasps in surprise. "Mr. Phil! You're back!" Ralphie excitedly rambles. He's about to rush over to hug the man before Dandy gently holds him back.

"Careful, Sweetie. Mr. Phil is hurt," xe quietly whispers to him, eyeing the avian's bloodied wings.

Phil gives a weak smile. "I-It's fine, mate. Just stings a little, that's all." A bit hesitant, Dandy carefully releases Ralphie, who then walks over to Phil and gives a gentle, yet firm squeeze hug. "We've missed you."

Xe stands there for a moment, a tired smile on xeir face. Before long, however, that smile fades into a frosty, cold look of rage. Phil stared at xem, concerned. "Uh...Dandy-?"

"That fucking bear did this, didn't he?"

Phil freezes. He's seen Dandy angry before. Really angry. He saw it when they walked in on ElQuackity standing over a creeper crater where Snapdragon once stood. Emphasis on once. Jaiden had to hold her back, as she screamed at him ("MY BABY! MY BABY BOY! SNAPPY- WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"). Despite how hard ElQ had tried to insist that Snappy's death had been pure accident-wrong place, wrong time-Dandy didn't believe him. Phil has heard stories about Dandy having stabbed ElQ before he vanished off to fuck knows where and Quackity was returned to them.

Jaiden wasn't there to save him that time, that was for sure.

The other time...well, Phil witnessed that one first hand. And boy, has he heard that cold, calm tone of voice from Dandy before.

And unsurprisingly, it was also during a conversation involving Cucurucho.

(The unicorn stood before the bear, glaring up at them, ears flattened, and tail lashing. "If you so much a harm a hair on my son's head, and if I ever find out that you had something to do with my little Snapdragon being gone, then I'll burn that fancy building of yer's with you inside of it, ya hear me?"

Cucurucho just stares at them. "Ha ha ha. :)")

He tries to deescalate things a bit. "Dandy-"

"He was, wasn't he?" He sounds pissed, not that Phil can blame him. "You know, I thought it was a coincidence, with Big Q and all. But then it was Jaiden...then Snappy...and now it's you."

Still holding onto Ralphie, he seems scared, specifically for what's potentially about to happen to them. "Dandy look, I know that you're pissed-"

"Darn right I'm pissed, Phil!" She sighs. Taking a deep breath, she walks over to Ralphie and picks him up. She has a sad look in her eyes.

"Ralphie, Sweetheart, Mama has to go do something."

He tilts his head. "What's that, Mama?"

"I just...need to go talk to someone." She hands him to Phil. "If I don't come back, you'll stay with Tubbo, Mr. Bad, and Mr. Phil, okay?"

"Mama?" He sounds worried.

She smiles. "No matter what anyone tells you, Mama loves you, Sweetie. Can you promise me that you'll never forget that?"

He smiles up at him. "Of course, Mama!"

With that all settled, he stands up. Phil sets Ralphie down before moving after him. "Dandy, Dandy, don't do this, you know what happened to me-"

"I don't care, Phil, I'm sick of this shit."

As Dandy heads back out the door, a clear purpose in mind, Phil tries to follow after xem. "What are you even going to do, mate?"

Xe turns back before heading off to who knows where. There's a fury in xeir eyes. "To kill that fucking bear, hopefully."

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q!Dandy is pissed.

Oh damn 👀

[judeswhore]

my girl; steve harrington

summary: you never expected your first time meeting steve’s parents to go so horrifically wrong

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: steve’s shitty parents, not the best writing i’ve done

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

“you know she isn’t coming in just to rent the breakfast club every week, right?” you eyed steve as he pulled open the car door for you, his hand reaching down to grip yours so he could help you out. his fingers were cold against your skin despite the summer sunshine, his much larger fingers wrapping gently around yours. the tiny promise ring he’d gifted you for your birthday twinkled in the light, steve’s thumb momentarily brushing over it before he pulled you up.

“she doesn’t just rent the breakfast club, sometimes she rents the goonies.” he pushed the car door shut behind you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you shook your head.

“she’s not there for the movies, steve.” you slid your arm around his waist, fingers slipping slightly beneath the material of his shirt to graze over his bare skin. his gaze was light and taunting, a lazy smirk lifting one side of his mouth because he could almost feel the jealousy radiating from you.

kennedy walton had been coming into family video every friday for the past six weeks, almost always renting the breakfast club even after spending half an hour browsing the shelves. steve knew she wasn’t really looking, she spent most of her time eyeing him, twirling her hair and smiling just a little too much whenever he glanced over. steve also knew how much it annoyed you, the other girl almost always just so happened to be there when you met him after your shift at the police station and her high pitched giggles were guaranteed to bring out a scowl from you. on more than one occasion he’d heard you mutter to robin that he “wasn’t even that funny”.

“maybe she’s there for keith, he’s been getting a lot of female attention since he grew that beard.” he’d spun the two of you around, both of his hands now settled on your cheeks to tilt your head up to him, and gently pressed you up against the car. your look was so dry that steve gave a soft snort, lips coming down to smother kisses across your cheeks and nose. “or maybe she comes in just for a few minutes of your charming personality.”

“she likes you and you know it.”

“so?”

“so she comes in to stare at you like a total creeper and flirt. terribly. she’s a terrible flirt.” you were almost pouting, brows drawn together in a dramatic show of irritation but steve could only focus on how adorable you were. on how good it felt to have someone love him so much that it bothered them knowing girls came into the store just to stare at him. his nose bumped yours, his thumb brushing in soft motions across your cheek and he could feel the way you melted into him, one of your hands gripping lightly at the fabric of his shirt.

“she’s not that terrible at flirting.” he teased, unable to hold back his grin when you arched your brows. “and she always compliments my hair. you never compliment my hair anymore.”

“because i’m not trying to get you to fuck me.”

“no?”

“no.” you tilted your head, cocking it slightly to one side and watched steve carefully. “you really think her flirting is good?” this had him snorting again, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, his grin only making you smile despite your tiny feeling of annoyance at kennedy.

“god, no, it’s awful. but you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“i’m not jealous, harrington. i just find her unbearable.” steve only nodded, completely unconvinced and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes dropping for a few seconds.

“fine, you’re cute when you find people unbearable. but you have nothing to worry about, she can flirt as much as she wants, you’re my girl.” his heart leapt at the smile that slowly spread across your face, heat creeping up your cheeks that he could feel beneath his palms. he bent his neck, head lowering as he pushed you a little further into the side of the car, lips tickling against your own.

“your girl?”

“my girl.” his mouth slotted carefully over yours, lips soft and tasting slightly of sugar and you swallowed a sigh, tugging him closer by his shirt. you knew it was ridiculous to be making out with him practically in the middle of the street but his kisses were addictive and his body was warm against yours, fighting off the slight wind blowing around you. his tongue grazed yours and a soft sound tumbled from your lips, his hand sliding around the back of your neck so he could deepen the kiss.

“steve?”

the sharp sound of mrs harrington’s voice startled you, steve pulling back with a dazed expression, eyes wide and a little bit cloudy. he blinked as if clearing his head and then let his hands fall from your cheeks, his body shifting to face his mother. his posture stiffened almost instantly and you felt half embarrassed as you peaked around his arm, flustered over the fact your first time meeting steve’s mom you’d been seconds away from tugging his clothes off. she looked confused, brows drawn in a stern line while she glanced between you and her son.

“hello, mrs harrington.”

“hello…” she trailed off, expression unreadable when she settled her eyes on your hand wrapped lightly around steve’s forearm.

“y/n. mom, this is the girl i told you about.” mrs harrington still looked clueless and it took her a few seconds before she nodded, a tiny smile appearing on her lips.

“right. of course. well, your father and i were just about to eat, why don’t you join us?” steve fumbled slightly, glancing quickly at you and then back towards the front door, momentarily unsure what to say. in the months you’d been dating you’d never met either of his parents, not because he actively hid you from them but because they were never really around. you knew his relationship with them was strained and you’d told him countless times that he could introduce you to them whenever he was ready and you hated that this had been sprung upon him so abruptly.

but, it was in steve’s nature to people please, especially if those people were his parents, and so he grinned, his head bobbing on a small nod. “yeah, sure.”

you knew steve regretted his answer the second you sat down, his father hadn’t even made it passed a proper introduction before he was mocking his son’s current occupation. he was tense beside you, back almost rigid as his knee bounced, the material of his jeans brushing against your bare leg thanks to how close you’d shuffled towards him. your fingers itched to wrap around his own, the need to comfort him almost overwhelming.

“where is it you work again, y/n?” mr harrington had never been told where you work, it was a question that he hoped would give an answer he could use to belittle steve. you were slow in answering, glancing between the older man and the boy sitting beside you.

“the police station, admin and stuff.”

“that sounds promising. working in an environment like that will look incredible on college applications, i bet you get a real insight into a peoples lives.” you gave a little shrug, feeling more than awkward given the way both adults seemed to be ignoring steve.

“yeah, i guess. my dad’s an officer there so he got me the placement. it’s nothing major, i’m not really allowed to do much.”

“even so, just being around such experienced people, you must learn a lot more than someone scooping ice cream for a living. or rewinding old tapes.” mr harrington snickered and steve’s cheeks turned pink, his head dipping until his hair fell into his eyes. his mother sent you a smile across the table.

“i bet you’ve dealt with a lot of the nut cases around town, huh?”

“well, no, i-”

"see, steve, your girlfriend's job is actually worthwhile to her." mr harrington brushed his wife’s input aside, his attention now fully focused on his son, that haughty expression back in his eyes.

"oh, well, it's not really, i only make people’s-”

"what skills are you learning working in a video store?" his tone was unkind, the look in his eyes just the same and even after having been sat down for no less than ten minutes, you understood why steve spent so much of his time around anyone but his parents. they were cruel with their words, sneering at everything, looking down their noses at him as though he was someone they didn’t really have the time of day for. it made you realise why he enjoyed being around your family, they gave him the appreciation his didn’t.

“it’s teaching me lots of things about the real world.” it was a mumble from steve, his eyes locked on his plate as he pushed the potatoes around on it. unease curled in your stomach because you’d never seen him look so down, the crease between his eyebrows enough to tug a little at your heart.

“the real world.” his father snorted, his mother giving an airy giggle but neither you nor steve reacted. “you know nothing about the real world, son and i’m not sure you ever will. you flunked high school, you couldn’t make it to college and now you’ve been stuck with two dead end jobs. they’re supposed to be weekend jobs, steve, not full time ones.”

“i’m learning how to make my own money, how to pay for my own things.” your foot met steve’s beneath the table, curling around his ankle so you could show him some form of support, too nervous to reach for his hand under his father’s stare. the older man was barely paying attention however, he’d already started on his path to insult steve in any way possible.

“and this constant running around with kids is getting ridiculous. every day you disappear to take them to school, to pick them up, to drop them off at their strange clubs. they have parents for that, it’s not your job.” the room was awfully quiet aside from mr harrington’s voice, everyone had stopped eating, the tension thick and suffocating. “i’m honestly surprised you’ve managed to make a stable relationship, especially with someone who appears to have a head full of ambition. i mean, we all saw what happened with that wheeler girl, that was a train wreck.”

“stop it.” steve’s voice was quiet, a poor attempt at halting his father’s bitter words and like expected, they didn’t work.

“i give it a few months and this one’s gonna get equally as tired of you.”

“excuse me?” your fork clattered against the plate, the glare you sent across the table one of the most harshest ones you could muster but it didn’t seem to deter mr harrington.

“you really want to spend your life with someone who has no aspirations? who’s stuck working a 9 to 5 in a vhs store because he couldn’t even pass algebra?”

“to be fair, mr harrington, i’m not sure it’s your place to be interfering in who i want to spend my life with. and the opinion you’ve formed of your son is completely wrong.” steve’s hand settled over yours on the table, fingers slotting together as he shook his head. he knew what it was like to argue with his father and he didn’t want you on the receiving end of his whiplike words.

“wrong?”

“he works in a video store, so what? at least he’s making money, at least he bothered to find a job instead of just sitting around here waiting for you to notice him. you’re never even around to be able to see what he’s achieving now, high school grades don’t define who he is. and those kids you’re so worried about? ask them how they feel about steve. ask them what he’s done for them, how many times he’s been there when no one else was. jesus, dustin henderson worships the ground he walks on, because he’s amazing. because he’s the kind of person you can turn to when everything’s upside down in the world and you know he can make you feel grounded. you should be proud of who he is, not demanding that he changes just to suit the son you want him to be.” silence followed your words, three pairs of eyes settled on you as you let out a shaky breath, heart pounding because you’d never spoken to an adult like that before, let alone your boyfriends incredibly intimidating father.

“well-”

“i’m not really interested in anything else you have to say. steve deserves a hell of a lot better than what you’re offering.” you pushed your chair back, eyes darting to steve who was watching you with a slightly stunned expression and for a second you were afraid you’d overstepped. afraid you’d wandered into territory you had no business in but then his lips curved into that favourite smile of yours and your heart thumped. before you could get up from the table, mr harrington pushed himself up and without excusing himself disappeared down the hall, his dinner left behind.

there were another few seconds of awkward silence in which steve couldn’t keep his eyes off you before mrs harrington followed her husband, muttering something under her breath about needing a vacation. and then you and steve were alone, a table full of uneaten food surround you. you swallowed thickly, turning to apologise for potentially getting him in trouble but steve got there first, his smile almost blinding.

“i love you.”

“sorry?” you blinked, more than a little surprised.

“i love you. so much. that was-” he shook his head, reaching out to brush his fingers down the side of your face, lightly trailing your jaw. “you didn’t have to do that.”

“i’m your girl, right?” you repeated his earlier words, leaning into the warmth of his palm as he let it gently cup your cheek. his own face was still slightly pink and you didn’t miss the way his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. you placed your hand over it, fingers soft against the fabric of his jeans.

“yeah?”

“so i’m not gonna sit and let your asshole dad talk down about you.” the kiss you leant in to press against his lips was soft but completely full of love, a reassuring pressure that steve wasn’t aware he needed. “i meant everything that i said. your dad doesn’t know you, doesn’t know all the ways you’ve helped saved this stupid town and everyone in it. dustin and the others look up to you so much and yeah sometimes you’re an idiot but it’s what makes you you. i love you, whether you’re working at family video or running your own business, i love you steve, exactly as you are. and so does everyone else.”

you settled another kiss to his mouth, this one slightly longer as you leant against his thigh for leverage and he hummed quietly, his tummy doing odd flips and his heart almost ready to burst from his chest. “i don’t think dustin will like you telling me he loves me.”

“he likes to think he’s all grown up now but he still depends on you. no matter what your parents say steve, you’re important to so many people, it doesn’t matter whether you’re terrible at algebra.” he laughed lightly, nudging his nose against yours.

“i’m honestly not that bad.”

“don’t worry about it, i’m pretty shit too.” you pulled back, brushing your fingers comfortingly through his hair, combing it back off his forehead. he looked tired, completely exhausted from what had to have been the shorter dinner you’d ever attended. “you wanna spend the night at my place? my mom was making apple pie for dessert, if we go now we might get a slice before my brothers eat it all.”

steve nodded and reached out to squeeze your fingers lightly, lifting your hand to his mouth to press a feather light kiss to your palm. “i’d like that.”

[prrism]

Your writings about Babysitter!Reader are my favorites because they are ridiculously cute and I love cuteness, but now I have the brainrot about babysitter!Reader taking care of baby!Dream. Bonus if reader sings a thousand years by christina perry as a lullaby.

Here we go! We love bringing the brainrot to life here, also love the song a thousand years, is sooo good!

Petite Dreamer

Summary: You were supposed to be running an errand today, not babysitting the SMP’s most wanted man…

Characters: Dream x Reader (feat. Punz and mentions of a few other characters)

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You had plans to gather resources and maybe visit a few friends, keyword being had as the second you opened your door to leave you see Punz, looking somewhat annoyed, standing there with a bunched up hoodie gripped in one arm. You don’t have a chance to say anything before he hands said hoodie to you.

“Not a word of this to anyone.” He says auickly.

“I-what?” You stare at him perplexed.

“Not a word to anyone. Got it?” His firm voice and stiff posture let you know this wasn’t a question. Suddenly feeling fearful of what was happening you can only manage a nod in response. “Swear it!” He near demands.

“Okay! I swear I won’t tell anyone about… whatever this is.” Now actually curious on what was going on you cautiously unwrap the hoodie and stare wide eyed at the child mindlessly chewing on an all too familiar mask. “What?!? How did-” Looking up you pause, seeing Punz had already left. Glancing back down again your greeted to two emerald orbs staring innocently back, a smile forming on the child’s face. “Alright,” you sigh, “looks like we won’t be making any trips today, so why don’t we head in and find something for you to do, yeah?”

You set Dream down and watch him start wandering around your living room, dropping his mask as he does. You stare at the item a feeling of unease washing over you the longer you stare at it, this was still Dream after all, the guy who manipulated people and waged wars for “peace” and yet here he was completely defenceless and at you mercy. You shake your head and pick the mask up off the floor, placing it on the coffee table, now wasn’t the time to be thinking like this.

“Would someone like to colour?” You ask, happy giggles and claps are your response as you pull out some crayons and paper. You set the supplies down and he’s immediately scribbling away at the paper giving you the opportunity to grab a snack for the both of you. It was an odd but pleasant feeling seeing Dream like this, he was so calm and happy much like he used to be before all the wars, you let out a nostalgic sigh as you head back into the living room. Now with a plate of apple slices to munch on, Dream continues with his “masterpiece” he seems so invested in while you sit on your armchair and read through one of your books.

A tug on your leg has you setting down the book to look at Dream, who happily shows you his finished picture. It’s a crude jumble of colours but your somewhat able to identify a few people in the image. Part of you wanted to share this with Puffy, the other part reminded you of the promise/threat from Punz so you decided against it. The colouring did seem to rile him up more so of course you head out to your pasture to let him run off his energy, you even played a mini manhunt with him, which was basically just tag. Even with his mentality set back to a child’s he was still quite the strategist, avoiding you with relative ease. You take a second to catch your breath, letting him hide and plot his victory of your little game, not that you minded too much, although the whole point of him being in your care was to keep an eye on him.

A faint hissing sound catches your ear, your head whipping in that direction to see a creeper stalking along the edge of your fenced perimeter, you eye the creature wearily. Normally you would’ve pulled out your sword to take care of it but you had somehow lost it during your last outing, which really sucked because not only was it made with netherite but it had been a gift from Phil and Techno. Standing you stretch yourself and pull out the makeshift iron sword you still had on hand and trudge your way forward, creepers usually left you alone but you still didn’t want to risk it blowing up your fence and letting other mobs in. As you make your slow approach you feel panic set in, it’s attention wasn’t on or your wandering horse, it was on Dream. In the short time you let him get away he’d made it to the fence line and somehow hadn’t even noticed the mob readying to explode, time moves slowly as you instinctively dash forward, adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get close enough to swing your sword and stagger the creeper back but not enough to stop it completely, you grab Dream and essentially use yourself as a shield to protect him from the explosion. You role to a stop, everything hurt, the fence and your sword were shattered with slivers of wood and iron stuck in your hand, but at least you were still alive.

The sound of crying pulls you from your daze, managing to sit up and look down at Dream, he looked shaken and no doubt had some minor cuts and bruises from the tumble. You try to get a better look at him but he just clings to you tighter as a result, you settle on calling your horse and carefully climb on its back to ride back to the house. Once inside again you waste no time in patching Dream and yourself up, taking extra care of removing the slivers from your hand and wrapping it. It was a bit of a tricky process what with Dream refusing to let go, but you managed.

“Hey, shhhh shhhh, it’s alright. Everything’s okay now.” You calmly hush the whimpering child. “I know what could help.” You say, Dream looking at you with watery eyes. You give a soft hum and walk over to a shelf with a small collection of music boxes, you grab one and sit on the couch to wind it up, the soft melody begins to play as you sing him the lullaby.

“Heart beats fast~ Colours and promises~ How to be brave~ How can I love when I’m afraid to fall~ But watching you stand alone~ All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow~ One step closer~ I have died everyday waiting for you~ Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years~ I love you for a thousand more~” You can see him slowly nodding off and begin to move in a soft rocking motion, a content smile on your face as you continue. “Time stands still~ Beauty in all she is~ I will be brave~ I will not let anything take away~ What’s standing in front of me~ Every breath~ Every hour has come to this~ One step closer~ I have died everyday waiting for you~ Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years~ I love you for a thousand more~ And all along I believed I would find you~ Time has brought your heart to me~ I have loved you for a thousand years~ l love you for a thousand more…~”

You don’t remember passing out but you find yourself waking up on the couch feeling a little sore, both from your position and your injuries, sitting up and stretching help relieve some of the pain. Looking around you find yourself completely alone, flying into a small panic when you don’t see any sign of Dream anywhere, even his mask was gone.

“Dream? You still here?” Honestly you didn’t even know if you wanted a legitimate answer to that. Your frantic looking comes to a halt though when you finally notice the sword and note sitting on the coffee table. You grab the weapon only to realize it was the one you’d lost, or at the very least an exact replica, you then turn your attention to the note:

Take better care of yourself next time…

- :)

You stare at the note for a solid minute, flipping the page over to see that it was the same paper Dream had used to draw his picture earlier. You tried to figure out what this all meant or even if it meant anything at all. Eventually you give up and head upstairs to rest some more, today had been long and strenuous and if you wanted to get those resources tomorrow you’d need all the rest you could get.