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Chapter 4 draft
(The First Sleep)
She woke up groggy, and not quite rested yet, so she assumed this was her just waking up in the middle of the night. It was impossible to tell without the sky's assistance, and the noticable absence of clocks or anything time related didn't help either.
Wally's cheek and chin had rested on her head, while the rest of his body basked in the natural warmth her body emitted. His arm on her side was beneath her neck, laid flat. She couldn't help noticing Home staring at her in the dark room. The sleepiness in her eyes made them slightly red and unfocused, but she managed to stare back. During this odd connection, the animated environment flickered like muffled static.
Suddenly, everything became real again.
The glow from Home's eyes created shadows around the room. She could also see the fine lines of her knuckles if she squinted. The puppet to her side looked very much inanimate, his heavy hooded eyes bulged awkwardly outwards from underneath his sleeping mask. He looked a little smaller like this. She would of assumed this entire thing was a dream if she didn't bring her hand over to his fleece cheek and lightly rubbed. The fuzzy texture to his skin had became somewhat visible. His head rolled into the touch like a heat-seeking cat. Then his voice rung out in the dark.
"Did you see it too?"
"Yes."
And yet, she wasn't too put off by this. Blinking a few times seemed to solve the issue of reality warping around her. Home was no longer looking at her. Perhaps everything here is a visual illusion and she'll only be able to see those realistic flickers sometimes? Maybe Home had something to do with her seeing that?
'Whatever...'
Too tired to really think on it some more, she tilted her head up and pressed a kiss to the puppets chin. His breath hitched in response and he curled even closer. Her eyes closed for the final time and the world faded back into nothingness.
An unknown number of hours pass by, and Bunny finally awoke mostly rested. She yawns and stretches, finding the yellow puppet still in the same spot he'd been. His night masked dawned head pointed straight up. If he had access to both of his arms he'd probably sleep like a vampire.
She snickered to herself, and the little puppet went to lift the night mask off his eyes. Turning towards her, she saw his gentle expression matched his tone. "Did you sleep well, neighbor?"
'Mhm...' Humming in response, her head bobbed slowly as to nod. She then tried to blink the rest of the sleepiness out of her eyes. His arm beneath her lifted slowly to curl her hair around his fingers. She leaned into his touch a little too eagerly.
In her friend group, she's infamously infatuated with the feeling of people playing with her hair or petting her. This is how she normally reacts when one of her friends play with her hair. It wasn't atypical for any of them to just start petting her like an animal whenever they came over. There were even times when all her friends came over to–
'Stupid boy.' She scolded herself, stilling her motion and freezing in place. 'Restrain yourself.'
Wally awed at her initial eagerness and pressed his fingers deeper into her hair. His four digits scrub her scalp delicately, and she shutters like a leaf. Laughing monotonously at first, he asks, "Ooh... ha ha, Is this something you like?"
It would seems that the little puppet is on a steady track to destroying her, not that she could complain. Her smile is wobbly as she responds almost dreamily with a hiss ending on the first word, maybe she could blame the feeling of having just woken up on that.
"Yesss.... it's nice."
"You know," He speaks as his small, yellow fingers dig through her hair, massaging her scalp. "I haven't been held quite like that before."
She listened and sighed as his fingers pass by a particularly pleasurable area to apply pressure to. "...ah, is there a way you're usually held?"
She begrudgingly begins to sit up with the covers still wrapped over her, not quite ready to meet the colder air on top. Wally sits up as well, no longer able to reach her hair comfortably from this angle so he defaults to resting his palms on the blankets below.
"Well," His eyes lock on to hers, much like the behavior displayed the previous day(?). "Barnaby would pick me up and lay me on top of him when we had sleepovers."
She furrowed her brows and turned her head so that he wouldn't see her soured expression. There was a guilty feeling swimming around in her guts from hearing about all the lost friends this puppet has. She wanted to help, but knew there wasn't much she could do as there were no signs of them in the *above area* she had been in, neither had they been *down below* like she, Wally and Home currently are now. At least as far as she could tell. Looking back at him, she replies a little cheekily and begins to lift the blankets from her legs before sitting with her legs crossed.
"Y'know, you could say Home is always holding you since you live in him."
While saying this, her eyes shot to Home's window with a playful grin, remembering the tickle fight she had with the living house. It was moreso Home tickling her, and her fighting back against its treacherous window hangings. She smiled at the memory, feeling a slight panicked giddiness at the thought of such a thing happening again. Home's eye went from looking around idly to locking onto hers at the mention of his name.
"Ohh... Then that means he's holding you too, neighbor." His natural grin grew a little wider. He takes to leaning against her larger form, droopy eyes also locking back onto hers. The house playfully squeaked in agreement, quickly creaking the wood panels by the bed back and forth as if they were legs kicking giddily. She giggled at this and Wally returned with his unique laughter before continuing.
"Eddie could easily lift me, and so could Sally. I believe all of them held me at some point."
His dialogue continued. "And...I still like being held like that," He tilted his head to the side, then lifted an arm to completely slide off his nightmask. "but I also like how you held me too."
She nods, understanding where this is leading. Her hands go for his nightmask, which he wordlessly allows her to take. The fabric was a soft against her fingers. "Do they hold you in a way that makes you feel smaller?"
His response took a bit longer this time, like he was absorbing the question and examining the many ways it could be answered. His head tilted again, processing, then to the other side, then opened his mouth to agree. "I haven't thought of it that way, but yes. I guess they do."
"It's fine to like both." She fidgets with the eyewear in her hands, thumbing across it's maroon fuzziness. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to feel smaller or bigger. For me, though, it can be a little difficult if you're bigger and want to feel smaller."
*'I'd take up less space too.'* Shut up body issues. Nobody needs you right now.
"Really?" He responds, looking up at her like he just learned she's larger than him. She raised a brow and went to lean against him like he did with her, but very very slowly as to demonstrate what she meant. This gave him time to move if he really wanted to.
He hums a thoughtful tone as his upper body is slowly squished into hunching forward. His head is thrusted a distance ahead of hers, which causes him to look back at her with an open mouthed expression she couldn't place.
"oh."
She blinked and sprung back, watching as his mouth closed when his body readjusted to sitting back up straight. He then turned back up at her with more dilated eyes and a pleasant tug upwards to his yellow, toothless mouth.
Well at least she knew he wasn't feeling too negatively by her action, seeing as his open mouth was only a result of her pressing him and the front of his body ended up pulling the fabric on his neck a little taught, but not enough to damage anything. He had been oddly pleased with any physical touching she provided thus far, even things like this made him look a few seconds away from sighing happily.
"I... meant that to be an... uh... example I guess?" She bit her lip and glanced away, but gestured at him with her hand. "So, You're smaller than me and that's what happens when I try... "
She pauses and thumbs at the night mask, rocking a little bit as anxiety bubbled up like bile in her stomach.
"...Uh, y'know." She rolled her wrist and ended the gesture, figuring that the rest of what she was going to say probably isn't too necessary.
The small puppet looked down at the bed and slowly mimicked the rocking motion she made before looking back up at her. She quirked a brow at this. He then petted her knee soothingly and broke the silence. "Bunny?"
"Mm?"
"I don't mind you leaning on me like that."
She furrowed her brows and her lips tightened. "But wouldn't I be crushing you?"
"I like how it feels." He tells her plainly, his feelings invisible on the outside brought to light with simple words. Her features softened and her mouth opened slightly. A gentle blush dusted her cheeks. "Oh. You do?"
"I do." He nods assuredly and lowered his eyelids, surveying her mismatched clothing. They were fine for bed, but would they be appropriate for daily routine?
Normally, he would go to bed with his pajamas and get up to wear his typical colorful set of clothing, but it had been such a long time since he last wore his bedroom attire. Putting them now went against his usual routine he'd ended up creating over the past how long he's been with Home in this empty void. He didn't mind the change, in fact it's...
'What was that phrase...?' He'd heard it before but didn't understand until... His eyes dilated.
ah.. he remembered.
'like a breath of fresh air.'
She rested a palm on his back, which returned his full attention to her. He faced her and took an earnest note of the pink under her eyes, finding such little things about her absolutely delightful and something he wanted to cherish since his long absence with others. She bashfully struggles to hold eye contact with him, her smile is small and timid.
"I like the same thing, actually." Her arms wrap around her knees, and she looks back to him. "For me, it's like a full body hug. It only ever works with people bigger than me though."
'A full body hug?' He tilted his head at this, understanding the warm fuzzy feeling hugs give him. It did sound vaguely similar to her description.
He reaches for the night mask in her grip which she readily releases. Her fingers then go to hook around the bottom cuffs of the pants she's borrowing. The action caught his eyes and made him linger there, before he looked back up at her.
"I haven't thought about it like that before. For me, I think it's similar. It's just nice to have somebody..." He presses the nightmask against his chest and glanced over himself thoughtfully before peering back at her. "...All around? me?"
It was almost like he was asking questions about himself and wanted reassurance from her. On her face was a soft, reflective expression that was immediately soiled by the sharp clacks of Home clasping his window open and closed. Her brows shot up on a blank face. The living house, based on the pupil she could see, seemed ready and excited. Its blinds wiggles restlessly.
"Oh, it looks like Home wants us to get ready for the day. Neighbor, would you like a bath first?" She tilted her head at that. Baths? Could he get wet? There was a sink and bath, so she supposed there some sort of rule or something in place that allows for puppets to get wet? Maybe? 'Guess' i'll find out.'
"I tend to take my time, you can go on ahead." His cat-like smile remained static as he slipped off the bed, sliding the night mask into the nearby nightstand.
"If it's all the same for you, I'll go first." He turned around as he neared the bathroom door, his attention drawn to the window. "Oh. Um... Home, I have a question."
His request was answered with an assortment of tiny squeaks and creaks in nearly all directions. The puppet laced his fingertips together idly. "Could you help Bunny find day clothes?"
'huh...'
She peered down to her red sweater and comfy pajama pants with a childish pout.
'I thought I looked fine.'
The curtains rolled in a full loop around the metal beam before settling a little below Home's black eye. Wally turned to face Bunny with his hand frozen on the bathroom door. His mouth is slightly held agape and pupils slightly shrunken. "Ah..."
"I had forgotten to ask if that was alright, neighbor." Faint static filled his head when he pondered about the possibility of forgetting common manners. It's been so... so long since he's spoken to somebody physically with him like this. Bunny waved a lazy hand dismissively and smirked.
"It's okay. Honestly it's probably for the best. These pants are so soft, they might make me fall asleep again." She stretches out her legs as they hit the floor, being careful not to slip on her socks. Wally shuts his mouth and hangs onto the doorknob for a moment longer. The frame gently scraped against his body. "Well... If it's okay..."
He brightens and spoke steadily. "I will see you once I'm out." As he enters the bathroom, he turns around to say "I will also leave out a few towels for you. Okay?"
She smiled as he turned back around and clicked the door shut. The wiggling of wood by her feet startled her, but gave her pointers on which direction she should be going. "Down the hall?" She asked.
Knock knock, she recognized that sound immediately: Yes
Walking down the hall, she is given a two opinions. There's another door near the end of the hallway. The other end leads to the kitchen and living room. Which way will Home take her?
thump, thump, thump
She felt a gentle rumbling. The floorboards wriggled in place and clacked against each other. They pointed her in the direction of the door at the hallways end. "Just so you know, I haven't forgotten how you tortured me last night."
The floorboards stop their animated jostling and she felt a tension that may or may not exist. "And I just wanted you to know, I'm okay with stuff like that happening again."
creaaaak
creaaaaaak
Or were those two drawn out knocks?
"In case uh..." She scratches the back of her neck awkwardly, feeling heat nip at her cheeks. "in-in case uh, You.. think I'm not or anything. I'm totally fine with it. You can play with me like that," She gulped. "Again."
'shut up. shut up. stop being weird to people you hardly know. why'd you even mention it? why?'
The floorboards jiggled and wiggled again, in a much eager straight line towards the odd door at the end of the hallway.
'Knock. Knock.' Followed by an assortment of creaks that may or may not have intended to sound like cooes. They sounded much softer than his usual creaking. She didn't know what those meant, but they didn't sound negative. Not if she followed typical tone rules anyway.
Feeling less discouraged, she strode over to the door and it opened for her with a squeak. It's a darker path with stairs going down, and she paused, feeling a little nervous. The wooden handrail rattled, as if to offer a hand to hold. She grasped it, ceasing it's vibrations and descended into the basement.
Home made each step down a little... goofy? To ease the tension she assumed. There was a cross between a playful and incredulous expression on her face. Whenever she lowered her leg to a stair, the initial squeak it would make when stepped on was manipulated to sound differently pitched. She walked somewhat slower to extend the experience, her mouth gaping from just the first few steps alone.
Sometimes the stairs sounded much deeper, some would also waggle up and down in tone, there were also some that would begin with a higher pitched squeak and end on a lower tone. Halfway down the steps, she couldn't help stopping to giggle at the ridiculous sounds.
"Oh Home," She huffed between breathy in takes of air, covering her cheek with a hand as she gripped the rail. "You're being so silly." The sounds continued on as she neared the bottom and plateaued. It was much darker, and it looked to be quite dusty with old dressers and crafting materials.
The floor here was... interesting. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with it, the wood here is the same as the wood upstairs, but basements usually aren't like this, are they? It didn't have the flat and heavy stomp normal basement floors had. There was actually a bit of an echo beneath. Were there more floors? Is Home actually much bigger?
Creaking within the basement near an old dresser tossed her out of her thoughts. Throwing her head in that direction, she caught onto the wiggling floorboards jostling the dresser up and down. It clattered at its legs, but not enough to fall over. The jostling slowed to a vibrate as she neared it and stopped when placing a hand on top. She giggled into the darkness, raising her head. "Thanks Home."
A hanging lightbulb buzzed alive above her. The floorboards vibrated under her knees encouragingly when she kneeled to drag the dusty dresser drawer open. Her fingers fiddled around inside until a pair of suit pants that were much too small for her filled her grasp. They looked to fit somebody larger than Wally though.
There was a black overall dress that looked to be around her size or baggier, though through the shadows of the room it was impossible to tell how clean they were. For all she knew, they were covered in dust or dark grime. They feel cold and smell old, she grimaced.
Still, she held them up to her body to get a rough measurement, then waved them around loosely with her head pointed up. "I might've found somethiiing."
creaaak
This was followed by the floorboards around her creaking in tandem. She chuckled into her hand and through it over her shoulder. "Well, guess I'll see if it fits upstairs? Hopefully I can clean it somewhat."
knock knock
While humming a tune, she returned to the base of the stairs. As she took her first step, a wood panel opened up and something she couldn't see yanked the garment out of her grasp and sucked it back into the wall. At first she stared blankly at the wall with her hand was frozen outstretched.
Then, it registered and her were like dinner plates. "wha-w-huh??"
'The wall ate my clothes!!'
She was left stunned. That remained the case as the steps she stood on flipped up, forcing her feet back up the stairs without her lifting a leg. It was like watching dominoes fall up an incline. She was brought to the top step without having moved. The door closed to the basement behind her and she was still left frozen.
huh deja vu ...
Blinking twice, after a couple seconds she shakily continued back to the bedroom. Her stride came back normally once she was by the door itself. It opened for her. She could tell Wally wasn't finished from his absence. When she got to the room, she was planning on trying it on if this happened. Now, while sitting on the bed with a pout, she's forced to wait for the little puppet to finish.
It wasn't too much longer until she heard a draining sound. 'Where do Home's pipes lead?' She wondered to herself, with her head falling back onto the bed to gaze at the window. The living house caught her eyes and looked back at her. He wiggled his blinds at her in a playful re-greeting. He'd probably close his eyes with mirth if it could emote that way. She raised a lazy brow as her eyes threaten to shut again from the beds comfort. 'He doesn't drink the bathwater, does he?'
Her eyes slowly drew back to the ceiling, continuing this directionless pondering. 'Would that make me a Bunny milkshake...?'
Idly, her fingers played with the bunched fabric. She continued to lay and wait until the tubs draining finished. Wally comes out with a large purple roll in his blue pompadour. His daily attire had been dawned, but his synthetic hair still appeared wet with a blue towel around his shoulders. She rose out of bed like bread when she saw he was holding the black overalls she found downstairs. They're curled up in his hold. While puffing her lips up in a silly pout, she mumbled an astonished. "What the hell..."
He smiles and uncurls the garment. It didn't look dirty or dingy, weirdly not at all how she was expecting. She could of sworn she smelled the mold on that thing, or at least dust. But to her, it looked relatively new. She squinted strangely. 'What did they do to it?'
She then unclenched her brows and relaxed, not interested in taking this confusion much further. Nothing else should be surprising her at this point. There's still a good few brain cells in her saying none of this can be real. Maybe a week of this and she'll fully convinced this isn't a dream. If it actually continues for that long.
Once he approached her, clothing in hand, she thanked him. While handing off the article to her for after the bath, he turned around after her and said "I left a couple towels on the counter for you."
She walked a little bit backwards to see his face as he tells her this and beamed warmly. "Thank you again, Wally. I'll try not to take too long."
"Hum? Well, okay neighbor. I will see you soon then." He waved as she closed the door and sat on the bed to wait. The muffled sound of water gushing could be heard from where he was sitting. His fingers went to the towel around his shoulders to blot at the wetness in his hair idly. He was sure to be careful in displacing any blue strands as he went.
His black eyes drifted over to Home's eye in the window, then back over towards the bathroom door. As the water ran, he imagined all the things he wanted to do with his new friend. Perhaps they'll paint first, or maybe cook together? He'd offer to show her around the neighborhood, but that's not possible right now. There were so many things the two of them could of done.
He thought she would of gotten along nicely with his friends. Barnaby would of told her jokes, and she would laugh. All three of them could go to Howdy's place, and he could hear her tell a joke. He wondered, 'what kind of jokes would she tell?'
'Would she like telling jokes like Barnaby?' At this point, his gaze had become distant and his posture completely still. His eyes were faced towards the door, lacking all focus. It appeared much more sharp than usual, but that didn't bother him. 'Or would she be more like Frank?'
He wouldn't mind either way. Bunny could lack any and all sense of humor and he would still love her warm company. The time he spent in her comforting embrace as she rested had been a delight for him. It's been such a long while since he's been last embraced, he'd only hoped she would continue to do so. If she didn't, he wouldn't know what he'd do.
"Ah." Water from his hair dripped down over his fleece skin and onto one of his eyes. It took him by surprise and brought him back to the softer reality he normally dwelled in.
He blinked, something he didn't do very often. The water streamed down his cheek and he wiped it away with the towel. His hand went up to his hairline with the towel to blot away any more drops that threaten to fall.
As he did this, sudden water sloshing, a muffled yelp, and a sharp thump echoed from behind the door. Home scrunched up its curtains, appearing a bit perturbed by the sound. Wally's pupils shrunk a little as well.
He slid his body back off the bed and let his feet fall back onto the floor, then rounded the corner of the mattress. While stepping up to the door, he knocked. It was a bit faint due to his lack of knuckles. When that wasn't loud enough, he called out. "Neighbor? Did you fall down in there?"
His soft voice was mostly drowned out by the water still filling the tub. He knocked at the door again for good measure and continued to call out, attempting to be a pitch louder but his monotonous voice wouldn't allow it. "Hellooo? Bunny? Are you alright?"
This was one of those things he remembered being taught very very early on. You're not supposed to just walk in on somebody in the bathroom. Privacy is apparently a very important thing to people, not that he'd ever had much with Home around. Although, Home is almost an exception to the rule because he's part of the bathroom.
'woah there little buddy, ya don't wanna follow 'er in there.' Barnaby's words echoed in his head like distant memories.
Once Sally had given him a part in one of her plays that didn't take place during the shows run-time. He was a King (with very few lines), whereas Julie played as a Queen from a neighboring Kingdom. He'd followed after her to the bathroom to change costumes, but his big blue dog companion stopped him. 'Ya just can't. It's rude, especially if they're all naked-like.'
But he was never told what to do if somebody needed help while in there. Many of the lessons he learned has been often explained a single way by one person, or another without many exceptions to the rules. There was rarely clarification on their end, nor a reason for him to ask for such. How would he know to ask? It's not that he anticipated anything bad ever happening.
He's absolutely fallen before in the bath; it's very slippery in there, but the way he reacts to pain had always been different than his friends. It shocks him, makes him freeze in place, but he didn't know he's supposed to react to pain verbally until he was told to. When his friends got hurt, he'd try to help them in some way. While he's never been the most effective in those situations, they were still usually grateful to receive it.
The groan he heard his new friend emit sounded pained, and he understood that. What should he do about it though? Bunny hasn't responded yet, and the nob to the door is only looking more tantalizing to him by the moment. His cheek is now flush with the door as he tries to hear more of her. The static noise growing in his head is too similar to the bathtub running, it grew with an uncomfortable pressure welling up within him.
'I don't know what to do.'
"Bunny?" He called out a third time, and finally got a response.
#formatting issues and bc i copied and pasted this from my discord where i type all this shit down lol#drafts#astrix are for where i plan on putting italicized words#ignore where i already did that shhhh#WH: The Warning signs have all been bright and Garish
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i’ll save you a seat
steddie | rating: t | cw: none | wc: 3,5k | tags: eddie has a crush on steve, pining, eddie sits on steve’s lap as a joke, but steve turns the joke on him, twice
a/n: inspired by this post from @rogueddie (hi hello big fan of your headcanons)
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By the time Eddie comes back to the living room, carrying two bowls of popcorn, his friends have taken every available spot on the couch and on the floor.
It’s a full house tonight at the Harrington residence with El, Will and Jonathan visiting from California plus the local pipsqueaks, Wheeler, Buckley, Eddie and the host himself.
Eddie spots Steve on the couch and he marches over to him, ignoring the grunts and grumbles from the kids as he steps over them where they sit on the assortment of pillows and blankets laid on the floor. On his way over, Eddie hands one of the bowls to Mini Byers and the other one to El, knowing that out of everyone on the floor, they’re the most likely to actually share it. Meanwhile, Buckley and Jonathan are already holding their own bowl each, meant to be shared among the grown-ups piled on the couch.
Usually two bowls are enough, but given that there’s more of them tonight, Steve had to bring out two more JiffyPop and he asked Eddie to bring them back while he got everyone settled in the living room.
Which means it’s Steve’s fault that there’s no room left for Eddie to sit.
Okay. Maybe there’s actually room for him to sit. Maybe Eddie could take the free spot on one of the blankets right next to Max. Maybe he could steal one of the many pillows that Henderson is hoarding and comfortably enjoy the movie.
The thing is he doesn’t want to. He always sits next to Steve when there’s fewer of them and he’d hope tonight would be the same, but that spot is currently occupied by Buckley, who isn’t going to move no matter how nicely Eddie asks, and since Steve’s other side is squished against the arm of the couch to make enough room for four people to sit on the otherwise three-people couch, Eddie can’t ask him to scoot over.
And before Eddie sucks it up and sits on the floor, he’s going to whine about it.
“I can’t believe you didn’t save me a seat, Stevie,” Eddie pouts, standing between his legs.
Steve’s big Bambi eyes blink up at him. “I tried, Eds, but Robs threatened me so I would give her your spot.”
And oh- Eddie didn’t actually expect Steve to try and save him a seat, he was just messing with him. The fact that he apparently did makes Eddie’s stomach flutter.
Next to Steve, Robin smiles smugly at him.
“You’ve fought monsters from another dimension and you’re afraid of Birdie?” Eddie asks, huffing indignantly. Buckley flips him off.
“She threatened to bite me, man!”
Eddie tsks. “You survived several bites from hell bats, you could’ve let her bite you.”
“You let her bite you then!” Steve counters, lightly kicking Eddie’s leg.
“I don’t want to bite either of you,” Robin says, her nose scrunched up. “I want to watch the movie. Dustin, hit play,” she says, throwing a kernel at Henderson’s head, who grumbles and crawls over to the VHS. “Eddie, sit down,” she says, throwing one at him too.
Eddie gets an idea and he grins maliciously.
“As you wish, my lady,” he says with a flourish of his hand.
Then Eddie turns around and flops down on Steve’s lap.
Steve lets out a yelp. “Jesus, what are you doing?”
“Buckley said to sit down,” Eddie shrugs, glancing at Steve over his shoulder. “And since there’s no room, thanks to you, I’m taking the last available seat.”
Steve raises an eyebrow. “My lap?” Eddie nods smugly. “Eddie, there’s plenty of room on the floor.”
“But this is more comfortable, Stevie.”
“For you, maybe,” Steve snorts, pinching Eddie’s side. “Your tailbone is digging into my leg, Munson.”
“Well, Harrington, this wouldn’t have happened if you’d save me a seat!”
“Shhhh!”
Eddie flips Buckley off for shushing them. She glares at him for bickering when the movie already started playing.
Okay. Maybe Steve was right to be afraid of her- she has a very mean glare.
“Fine,” Eddie concedes before Buckley actually bites him. He sighs dramatically, “I guess I’ll sit on the floor like a dog-”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Literally everyone else is sitting there and no one is complaining-”
Eddie ignores him. “And here I thought you liked me, Stevie, cared about me. I thought we were friends-” he says, clutching his chest.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters in exasperation.
But when Eddie tries to stand up, Steve’s hands grab his hips, pulling him back into his lap. He flails and almost topples over onto Robin and Steve’s grip on his hips tightens.
“Dude, stop moving.”
“I’m trying to get up!” Eddie says, throwing his arms up.
Steve sighs. “Just-” He trails off, instead manhandling Eddie until he’s properly sitting on his lap and not sliding off of it, and wrapping his arms around his waist, trapping Eddie against his chest.
Eddie lets out an entirely involuntary, undignified squawk. Blood starts rushing to his cheeks alarmingly fast. “Um, Steve, what are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable,” Steve says, his cheek squished against Eddie’s shoulder.
A nearly hysterical laugh tumbles over Eddie’s lips. “Dude, I was fucking around, I can sit on the floor-”
“And spend the rest of the movie whining and pouting? No, thanks. Just don’t move too much, okay? Your ass is boney.”
Unable to help himself, Eddie gives a tee-hee giggle. “So many dirty jokes I could make.”
Steve squeezes his side. “Don’t-”
“Shhhhh!”
This time, it’s not just Buckley shutting them up, everyone else joins in.
“Just watch the movie, Eddie,” Steve whispers into his ear so he doesn’t disturb the others.
Eddie has to bite his bottom lip to keep quiet when he feels Steve’s warm breath tickling his neck. “Okay,” he says, his voice coming out a little squeaky.
But Steve doesn’t comment on it, simply tightens his arms around Eddie’s waist and leans back against the couch, bringing Eddie with him so they’re basically spooning.
Eddie nervously glances around the living room, but no one is paying attention to them. Well, no one except Robin, who’s staring at them, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Eddie ignores her and the knowing smile that stretches over her lips, trying to focus on the movie.
But try as he might, he can’t pay attention to it- not when he can feel Steve’s breath against his neck, his arms around his waist, his chin hooked on his shoulder and his solid body underneath him.
Being so close to Steve- on top of him, makes Eddie jittery and restless. But he can’t move, Steve told him not to, so he tries to sit still.
He lasts, approximately, five minutes.
Soon, he starts wringing his fingers together on his lap, playing with his rings.
Steve notices, and with a huff that sends shivers down Eddie’s spine when his breath tickles his neck, he grabs Eddie’s hands and traps them against his stomach.
Eddie’s eyes fall to their hands, and his breath catches in his throat at the way their fingers rest intertwined against his stomach. He can’t look away- not when Steve’s fingers start drawing patterns over his skin, tracing the veins in his wrists, playing with his rings, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.
Eddie has to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from squealing. It only gets harder to keep quiet when something funny happens on screen- not that Eddie knows what is going on at all- and Steve laughs right in Eddie’s ear, squeezing his middle.
This time Eddie does let out a squeak which he hopes passes off as a laugh.
It doesn’t.
“You okay?” Steve asks, and Eddie doesn’t know how he expects him to give a coherent answer when he can feel Steve’s nose poking his cheek.
Their faces are so close that if Eddie turned his head to the side his lips would brush against Steve’s, he would only need to lean in an inch or two and he’d be kissing him-
“Eds?”
“Mhm, I’m great, Stevie boy!” Eddie says with a slightly strangled voice, but it’s enough for Steve, who turns his attention back to the movie.
Eddie still has no idea of what’s going on, but he tries his damnedest to focus on that instead of focusing on all the ways Steve is touching him right now.
He didn’t plan for this- he just wanted to mess with Steve a little and now he’s the one being messed with.
Not that Steve knows what he’s doing. He would never fuck with Eddie like this if he knew about his big crush on him. He’s just oblivious- and incredibly touchy when it comes to Eddie.
Which makes the remaining forty minutes spent in Steve’s arms both Eddie’s personal heaven and his personal hell.
That’s why when the credits starts to roll, Eddie lets out a relieved sigh. He expects Steve to push him off right away, but he doesn’t, not even when little by little everyone starts to clear out. Buckley jumps to her feet and clumsily sprints towards the bathroom, the kids all rush to the kitchen to raid Steve’s pantry while ignoring his protests and Nancy and Jonathan start gathering the pillows and the blankets scattered on the floor.
Meanwhile, Steve squeezes Eddie’s side again and asks right into his ear-
“You’re spending the night, right, Eds?”
He knows Steve means to sleep. They talked about it when they realized that with Nancy and Jonathan both coming to movie night, Eddie wouldn’t need to drop the kids off afterwards so he could sleep over. It’s nothing new- they’ve been doing it for months. It’s just the way he’s asking right now, quietly and right into Eddie’s ear, his arms wrapped around Eddie’s middle- all of it makes Eddie’s stomach flutter wildly.
“Y-yeah, sure thing, Stevie.”
“Okay, good,” Steve says, giving Eddie’s waist one last squeeze before finally pushing him off him and onto the couch gently so he can deal with whatever mess the kids can be heard making in the kitchen.
Eddie slumps against the couch, sighing wistfully. Despite everything, he already misses the way Steve felt under him, how his arms felt around him, how his fingers felt playing with his own.
“You good, man?” Jonathan asks, pausing as he folds one of the blankets to raise an eyebrow at him.
Eddie gives him two thumbs up that Jonathan accepts with a nod before he goes back to the task at hand, chatting with Nancy about the movie. Eddie is lucky that they don’t ask for his opinion on it- he doesn’t know if he’d be able to lie convincingly.
Soon enough everyone is saying goodbye to Eddie and Steve before some of them climb into Nancy’s car and the rest do the same in Jonathan’s. They don’t question that Eddie is staying- the only one who acknowledges it is Robin, who gives Eddie that same knowing smile from before. And just like he did before, Eddie ignores it.
Once it’s just the two of them, Steve starts guiding them to his bedroom.
Eddie stopped sleeping in a guest room a long time ago after one night when a particularly awful nightmare had him knocking on Steve’s door and crawling into his bed.
The next day, they both admitted it was the best sleep they’d had in weeks.
The next time Eddie spent the night, Steve had led them both to his bedroom right away- just like every night after that.
“What did you think of the movie?” Steve asks, digging through his closet for sleeping clothes.
“Um,” Eddie starts, trying to remember at least one thing about the movie he can comment on but coming up blank. “I, uh, didn’t pay much attention to it.”
Oblivious to the reason why Eddie didn’t pay attention, Steve hums. “Not your thing, huh? Next movie night you can be the one to pick.” He turns around and tosses some clothes at Eddie, who fumbles to catch them- and fails. Steve sniggers at him before he starts looking for clothes for himself.
Eddie picks his up- a pair of Steve’s old basketball shorts and one of Eddie’s own band t-shirts that he must’ve left here at some point. Or Steve might’ve grabbed from his trailer. Beds aren’t the only thing they share these days.
“Will you save me a seat next movie night?”
Steve glances at Eddie over his shoulder, his lips tugging up into a smirk. “Maybe I’ll just have you sit on my lap again,” he says with a wink. Good lord.
Eddie makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat at the thought of another movie night spent on Steve’s lap. Then, before Steve can ask if he’s okay, he gestures to the bathroom and locks himself there to change.
When he comes back out, Steve is starfished on his bed, wearing his own pair of basketball shorts and an old swim meet shirt.
Eddie takes a moment to stare at him- the way the shorts ride up on his legs, the way his arms bulge even when he isn’t flexing them, the way his hair fans across his pillow.
Then he impulsively sprints towards the bed and launches himself on top of Steve.
He lets out a pained noise when Eddie lands on him, knocking the wind out of him, but his hands come up to grab Eddie’s arms, holding him in place and not letting him slide off him and onto the bed like he intended to.
“Seriously, dude?” Steve asks, slightly out of breath.
Eddie laughs into his shoulder. “Sorry, Stevie, I couldn’t help myself.”
Steve huffs. “I’m starting to think you like being on top of me.”
Eddie shrugs. “Actually, I usually picture you on top.”
Steve snorts out a startled sort of chuckle, eyebrows raised in amusement, and Eddie’s cheeks blaze red as he belatedly realizes what he just blurted out.
He doesn’t know what to do next. If he should play it off as a joke or climb off of Steve and run out of the house-
He thinks Steve is making the decision for him when he adjusts the grip he has on his arms. He thinks he’s about to shove Eddie off, tell him that it’s never gonna happen, Eds.
Eddie starts to push himself up, feeling embarrassed already-
But then Steve digs his fingers into his arms, and in one swift movement, he flips them over so it’s Eddie laying flat on his back on the bed with Steve hovering over him, smirking playfully. “Like this?”
Eddie blinks at him, waiting for his brain to restart after completely shutting down from how effortlessly Steve flipped them over.
“I- huh? Steve- what-”
“You said you like to picture me on top,” Steve says, shrugging casually. Their hips are pressed together and their faces are only inches apart- Eddie doesn’t understand how Steve can act casual about anything right now. “Personally, I don’t have a preference. I also liked being under you.”
Eddie splutters. “S- Steve?”
“Yeah?” Steve asks innocently, tilting his head like a confused puppy. His hips shift and Eddie realizes just how thin the material of their shorts is. Jesus H. Christ.
“What the fuck?” Eddie mutters.
“What the fuck what?”
Steve can’t be this oblivious, for fuck’s sake.
Eddie covers his face with his hands, taking a deep breath. “Jesus fuck, okay. Steve, when I said- I didn’t mean it as a joke, okay? I didn’t mean to say it at all, but I- our crotches are basically pressed together right now and I can’t not say it. I have a fucking- honestly a fucking embarrassing crush on you so when I said I think about you on top of me, I meant it, and I meant it in like, a sexual way and a- a romantic way and I know you’re joking right now, but this- well, this is about to get reeeally awkward really fast if you don’t get off of me.”
Eddie peeks through his fingers and finds Steve biting his lower lip like he’s thinking something over.
“Do you want me to move?”
“Fuck, no,” Eddie admits with a sigh. “But Steve-”
“Eddie, hey,” Steve cuts in, grabbing Eddie’s wrist and trying to move his hand away from his face. “Look at me.”
With another sigh, Eddie complies, lowering his hands and looking at Steve.
“There you are,” Steve says, his eyes softening when they meet Eddie’s.
“Steve-”
“I’m not joking,” Steve tells him. “I like you too, Eddie. Romantically, sexually, all of it.”
Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. He blinks at Steve. “But- but you’re- you’re straight.”
“I’m not actually,” Steve snorts. When Eddie just stares at him, mouth agape, he sighs. “Eds, I let you sit on my lap for two hours, I basically spooned you.” He looks down between them and looks back at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. “I’m literally straddling you right now-”
“I’m aware,” Eddie mutters, his voice coming out slightly strangled.
Steve ignores him. “And I really really like you, so- definitely not straight.”
Eddie lays there in silence for a few seconds as he tries to wrap his head around the fact that not only is Steve Harrington into guys, he’s into Eddie.
“Holy shit,” he says finally and then, “why- why didn’t you say anything? You had to know I like you back.”
Steve gives a half shrug. “I thought I’d ease you into it first-”
“Ease me into it?” Eddie’s voice is about an octave too high. “You call this easing me into it? I think my brain melted out of my ears when you flipped us over like that!”
Steve raises an eyebrow at him. “Well, you sat on top of me first! I was just taking a page out of your own book-”
“What book? There’s no book! I was just joking, you were the one who trapped me there!”
“Well, when the guy you’ve had a crush on for months sits on your lap you don’t let him go,” Steve admits, shyly ducking his head.
Eddie gulps. “Months?”
“Yeah, Eddie, months,” Steve admits, his fingers absently playing with Eddie’s hair where it fans across the bed.
“Holy shit.”
“You’re just gonna keep saying that?” Steve asks with a sheepish grin.
“What do you want me to say?” He’ll say anything Steve wants him to just to keep them both like this.
Steve’s eyes dart down to Eddie’s mouth. “Nothing, actually,” he says, licking his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”
Holy shit, Eddie thinks to himself, and then without another thought, he surges up, looping his arms around Steve’s shoulders as he all but mashes their lips together.
Steve hums into Eddie’s mouth and melts into him, kissing Eddie back. He lowers his arms, holding himself up with one elbow, using his other hand to cup Eddie’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. His lips move against Eddie’s so tenderly and slowly that it makes his stomach fill with butterflies.
Then Steve tongues gently at Eddie’s bottom lip and the butterflies explode.
Eddie immediately parts his mouth, giving Steve permission, and his eyes nearly roll back when Steve slips his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. Eddie cards his fingers through Steve’s hair, giving it a soft pull, causing Steve to make this punched-out groaning sound. Chasing that sound with his tongue, Eddie carefully explores every inch of Steve’s mouth.
Eventually, Steve starts to slow down the kiss, but Eddie doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to breathe, he just wants to kiss him, but he can’t do anything when Steve leans back and out of reach, the lower part of his body trapping him against the bed.
Unless-
Eddie grabs Steve’s arms and tries to flip them the way Steve did earlier but, while he made it look easy and effortless, Eddie can’t find enough leverage to budge Steve and he flops back down.
“Motherfucker,” Eddie huffs. “How did you make it seem so easy?”
“It is easy,” Steve says with a grin. “You’re just not strong enough, baby.”
Eddie squeals at the pet name- and then squeals again when Steve successfully flips them over again so that Eddie is straddling him.
He grins up at Eddie, that lopsided boyish grin that drives Eddie crazy and that it’s only worse now that Steve’s lips are red and slick with spit. “How’s that?”
“Hot. Christ, that’s fucking hot,” Eddie says with a breathless chuckle.
“So, that’s a yes to being on top?” Steve asks with a raised eyebrow, his hands grabbing Eddie’s hips like they did back on the couch. Only this time Eddie isn’t planning on getting off of him any time soon. Preferably never.
“Sweetheart, that’s a yes to absolutely anything ever.”
Steve bites his lip, then he asks softly, “What if I ask you to be my boyfriend?”
Eddie’s brain screeches to a halt. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “You-you want to be my boyfriend?”
“Pretty fucking badly actually,” Steve shyly admits.
Eddie whimpers softly. “Holy shit,” he mutters. Then he swoops down and gives Steve a kiss that he hopes translates to fucking shit yes!
By the way Steve laughs delightedly against Eddie’s lips, he thinks he gets the message across.
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔
꩜ Room Content: GN! Top! Bathysmal Vishap! Reader x Subby! Bottom! Neuvillette, spoilers for Genshin Archon Quest 4.2, no gendered terms for reader, reader is a bathysmal vishap, Neuvillette has a dragon form, both reader and Neuvillette have hemipenes/two cocks, cloaca fucking (Neuvillette receiving), frotting, praise (Neuvillette receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: If you don't want to read about dragon vishap smut, don't read this one LOL. I know I said "between 800-1500 words". This one just ran away from me ok shhhh. I also made up some draconic courtship lore, don't look too hard at it (but please tell me if you think it's cute thank you <3) anyways ENJOY !!! ꩜ This was written for @coingbee as part of my Care for a Fic fundraising event for Gaza! If you would to request a fic of your own, do check out the event post above ^^
The Hydro Sovereign has returned to their full power.
From beneath the surface, your head lifts. Judging by the excited clicks and chirps made by the rest in the community, it seems as if the others have sensed it too.
Whilst your fellow bathysmal vishaps murmur and chatter wildly with each other about whether or not to head up to the surface, you’ve already come to a decision. Without wasting another minute, you’re already hightailing it upwards towards the surface, tracking the whereabouts of your Hydro Sovereign via the trail of draconic power traces.
Following the trail takes you all the way into Fontaine. Along the way, you’ve adamantly ensured not to take routes with higher human traffic. The very thought of even crossing paths with one sends your mind twisting with a hatred and loathing so foul.
As your journey progressed, the ebbing and flowing stream of the trail you’ve been tracking gradually grows stronger and stronger as your distance travelled increases. Until, finally, you’re sure you’re close to the end and even closer to meeting the Hydro Sovereign when the trail stops and seems to be wholly focused and condensed into a solitary being nearby.
Your head emerges from beneath the water, breaking the still surface, sending ripples outwards. Eagerness bubbles within you as you anticipate finally meeting with the Hydro Sovereign that the bathysmal vishaps have been biding their time for, restlessly awaiting the return of their Dragon Lord. The moonlight of the evening is lovely, reflecting off the flow of the ripples.
And yet, as you crane your head to look over to where the water laps gently at the shore, to where the trail you’ve been tirelessly following should end, you feel your blood chill.
All you see is a mere human who stares out into the vast sea.
A split second is all it takes for any previous semblance of anticipation to morph into disbelief and bitterness. Surely, this can’t be! After all this time, was the undying hope in seeing the return of the Hydro Sovereign wasted on some farce? A prime example of a cruel sadistic joke the high heavens would play at your expense, just to see you inevitably crumble at the grand reveal?
Consumed by your emotions for a moment, you can’t help but regret not having forsaken your sight as your ancestors did. For perhaps if you had followed in their footsteps, you would’ve been able to bask in the exalted presence of your Sovereign leader, albeit for the price of blissful ignorance.
However, there is still a stubborn, restless part in your mind that wishes to understand just how you could have been so misled like this, how you had managed to be fooled into tracking the trail of a human all this time.
In a bat of an eye, you swim and make it to the shoreline, the coarse sand crunching under your claws. The disturbance causes the human to notice you, startled by the sudden appearance of a bathysmal vishap. (Although, strangely enough, no trace of fear shows on their face, and they make no move to scurry away.)
As the tension between the two of you grows, you advance slowly towards the human, low hissing sent to them as a warning. And suddenly, they try soothing you in a tongue that’s nothing but familiar to you.
Before your mind can keep up with the fact that this mere human can communicate with your kind, your head has already instinctively lowered along with your gaze pointed down towards the ground in deference to the undeniable traces of draconic authority in their tone and voice.
And when you feel a gloved hand lightly patting under your chin, trying to usher you back up to your previous position, you're struck with the dilemma of relishing in the awe of the unmistakable power of the Hydro Sovereign thrumming beneath or scorning the fact that you've allowed a human to touch you so casually.
(Does it really matter if the human in question is technically your Dragon Lord? The uncertainty leaves a sour taste in your mouth.)
Nevertheless, with enough insistence, they manage to raise your head back up before they start up the conversation.
“Greetings. I am sure you must have many questions regarding my form-” you nod, “-Very well, I suppose an explanation of events both recent and bygone is in order.” Through this, you learn briefly about the matters that have transpired, that his name is Neuvillette, that he is the both Iudex and the Hydro Dragon.
“I expect that you would take this information back to the rest of the vishaps, and that soon I might see more of you on the surface-” his tone drops to one more stern and absolute, “-With this, should any of the human Fontanians meet any unjust or unreasonable form of harm from your kind, I shall not hesitate in enacting the appropriate judgement.”
An understanding reached, you return back to your community as a sort of newly appointed mouthpiece. However, this proves not to be your last meeting with the Sovereign. No, far from it, really.
The sun starts to dip below the horizon as you slink languidly behind Neuvillette on a stroll together at the area outside of the Opera Epiclese. A couple melusines ride atop your back, Blathine and Veleda. You’ve come to remember their names after Neuvillette encouraged you and the melusines to get along more. (And you might have a soft spot for them after realising the fondness the Hydro Sovereign extends to them.)
The sight of the Chief Justice, along with a literal vishap essentially piggybacking two melusines might seem to be an odd sight to most. However, Fontanians have simply gotten used to this after the first few instances.
“Ah, there goes the Iudex and the melusines, and that big ol’... weird lizard he keeps around again, for the third time this week,” you hear someone in the surroundings say.
“Huh. Good for him, I guess,” someone else says in reply.
Despite all the time you’ve spent around humans while at your Sovereign’s side, you still haven’t quite managed to readily want to take up the form of one. Hence, the reason why there was a vishap right in front of the Fountain of Lucine.
Sometimes the Fontanians comment that you’re some sort of big guard dog for Neuvillette. (Honestly, you can’t quite find it in yourself to be opposed to being seen as a protector for someone you hold dear. Plus, it made for easier piggyback rides for the melusines and you enjoy seeing the warmth on Neuvillette’s face when he sees them having fun.)
As the sky darkens and the stars above begin to twinkle, the both of you drop the melusines off at their destinations. Soon, you’ve strolled to the coastline, the soft sound of sea water crashing against the shore blending into the ambient noise in the peaceful evening. Admiring the moonlight glistening and skating across the body of water, you break the comfortable silence first.
“I shall be travelling back to the depths tomorrow, is there any message you would like me to pass on to the bathysmal vishaps?”
Ever since your first meeting with Neuvillette, more and more of the others have been venturing out and up to the surface with the return of the Hydro Dragon. Due to your enthusiasm in meeting with the Sovereign, the responsibilities of monthly reports and announcements now fall on your back. (Sigh, is this what you get for being the first one back up? “The early bathysmal vishap meets the Hydro Sovereign,” or something of the like?)
“Ah. Has it already been a month since the last one?” He pauses to think, before continuing, “No, I don’t have any information or messages to relay.”
Another short lull in the conversation, you note that he seems to be mulling something over as he thumbs along the handle of his cane in quiet contemplation.
“I hope I am not overstepping as I say this, however, I find myself reluctant to part with you. I find that the time that we spend together is invaluable and that I oftentimes catch myself longing for your presence whenever we are apart,” he communicates this to you, the vulnerability apparent in his words.
“Perhaps, my confession would be more sincere if I were not restricted in my human form.”
As he says this, he wades into the waters, then dives under when deep enough. There’s a change in the atmosphere surrounding you, a heavier pressure forming and coalescing as a vivid bright blue starts to glimmer from the depths.
You look out expectantly, waiting with bated breath, and before long, the mirror surface of the water begins to ripple and distort from something significant moving underneath. Its streamlined movements rocket it towards where you’re standing, and as the level of the water decreases, more of its form is revealed until ultimately, the Hydro Dragon stands before you in all of his glory.
His serpentine frame towers high above you, almost double your height, with smooth iridescent azure scales covering the top of his body and claw-tipped flippers. The colour of his scales transition gradually from blue to ivory white in areas like his underside and neck. His powerful tail relaxes in the shallows, occasionally swishing, causing little waves in the water.
Casting your gaze further up, you see the familiar sight of his glowing tendrils, extending down from the two sides of the back of his head. He cranes his head downwards in one fluid motion, closing the distance between the two of you as he levels you with piercing lavender slitted pupils.
Driven by natural instinct, you bow at the display of ancient authority.
“Raise your head, after all, have you not managed to worm your way into the space next to my heart?” You hear his voice in your mind, the edges of his words pronounced with the slightest hint of a gravelly growl in this new form.
He shifts in closer, nudging his head under yours to lift your gaze back up so that it meets his own.
“As I expected. This form truly is more freeing for myself. Now, I am able to do this,” The tendrils by his head seem to glow more intensely before he can continue. The almighty Hydro Dragon is… blushing?
“Forgive me if I am too forward, however,” there’s nothing but sincerity in his gaze, “Would you allow me to entwine with you?”
Neuvillette's simple question sends your mind reeling. The act of entwining is an incredibly personal act of intimacy and often indicates the start of courtship in draconic species, one that signals everlasting devotion and commitment.
Usually, entwining is done with tails in regular vishap species. However, species with tendrils can also choose to use them instead of their tails since many believe the gesture to be more heartfelt. It is also said that the closer the frills or spines that the tendrils wrap around are to the head, the stronger the affection that the dragon has for the receiving party.
“I ask this of you not as the Hydro Dragon but rather, as Neuvillette. The one who has seen you cherish and care for the melusines, the one who has had walks under the rain with until the stars have emerged in the clear night sky.” He tilts his head down, tone serious. “That is to say, I do not wish to have your agreement only be one made out of obligation to authority.”
A beat of silence passes as your brain scrambles to process Neuvillette pouring his heart out to you, and you realise that your lack of an answer causes him to hesitate. (His tendrils droop a little and you think you see rain clouds starting to form.)
Before he can apologise or backtrack, you shift forward, headbutting him lightly to shake him out of his crestfallen state.
“Of course, Neuvillette.”
Upon hearing your answer, he instantly brightens and he goes to nuzzle his cheek against the side of your snout.
“Do excuse me if I execute this wrongly, I’ve never done it before after all,” he comments before gingerly manipulating his glowing tendrils so that they coil around the spines closest to your head on either side.
Up close, you can see everything so clearly, the tenderness in his gaze that he holds specifically for you. You can’t help but playfully bump your forehead against his, making him emit a content low rumble.
When he untangles and pulls back up, you swipe your tongue briefly against one of his tendrils, something akin to a quick kiss. This elicits a shiver from Neuvillette, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Apologies, ahem, it seems that my tendrils are quite the sensitive area. This full form is still somewhat new to me, and I have not had the chance to discover and understand everything about it just yet,” he squirms lightly against you.
“So how about we find out together? No time like the present, after all,” your tone is sly, charged with a salacious intent that causes Neuvillette to stiffen, tendrils glowing even more intensely than before.
Saying nothing, he swiftly manoeuvres his lithe body until he’s lying supine on his back,. he exposes his vulnerable underbelly to you, an act so trusting that it roots you to the spot in disbelief for a brief second. Your eyes travel down until you catch sight of his cloacal opening already growing slick.
“Teach me well, beloved.”
Using his tail, he ushers you onto his larger form, where you clamber until you've positioned your slit against his. And when you grind downwards, you can feel him tremble beneath you.
“Hah… I wasn’t aware that it would feel this good,” you hear his voice shake with arousal in your mind. Maybe it’s a side effect of telepathic draconic communication, yet, it’s almost as if you can feel everything he’s feeling, like all your sensations are linked with his, increasing the pleasure bubbling up within you twofold.
He takes the initiative this time, pushing his bottom half upwards to rut against you. It’s not long before the both of you are reduced to grinding against each other, each moving in tandem in order to maximise the pleasure.
Suddenly, Neuvillette halts all action, causing you to freeze and check up on him.
“I’m alright. I only stopped because it seems like your hemipenes have everted.” Bashfully, he averts his gaze elsewhere, as if he had been caught seeing something he shouldn’t have. (Which is laughable considering the fact that the both of you were just writhing on the ground, tangled up in each other.)
In your haze, you hadn’t even noticed your cocks evert. Neuvillette’s are still somewhat concealed within, only the drooling tips peeking out of his entrance.
“Yours haven’t yet, that won’t do. How else are we supposed to help you understand your new anatomy?” you shake your head, a faux forlorn tone decorating your words. “Would you allow me to penetrate you, Neuvillette?”
He nods at your suggestion and you line up one of your tips at his opening. Aided by the copious amount of slick fluid, you’re able to slowly enter him, sandwiching one of his dicks between the one you have in him and the one rubbing against his exposed head.
The new sensation has him throwing his head back, drawing out a loud throaty groan.
“D-Don’t stop, please, beloved.”
Spurred on by how wrecked he sounds, when you’ve made sure he’s comfortable, you start to rock in and out of him, shallow unhurried motions to start then transitioning to a faster pace once he starts to meet your thrusts. Slowly but surely, as Neuvillette gets increasingly worked up, his hemipenes gradually evert until they’re fully revealed.
They’re slender, each with a pale white bulbous base that then curves and morphs into a tip that’s more flared on the bottom edge, like a blunt fishing hook.
“There we go, how are you feeling, still fine?”
“Yes, but allow me to catch my breath first before we continue. Thank you for checking with me, beloved.”
When he’s ready, he experiments and frots his cocks against yours, hissing at the heat and friction as they drag along your lengths. The slick sounds do nothing to quell the rising desire within you and you can feel yourself reaching your peak.
The dragon under you is faring no better as well, judging by how wound up he’s getting. His tail is flicking wildly to and fro in the water, churning up the sand as a desperate mix of growls, chirrups, and pitched calls leave him. Despite it all, he’s still the most gorgeous sight you’ve ever had the opportunity to witness.
“You’re nothing but beautiful, Neuvillette. Ah! I’ve grown to see the overflowing compassion you have within you,” he keens at your words and you can sense the pleasure he’s feeling melding with yours.
“How fortunate I must be to stay at your side, to call you mine, as I, yours.” And this is what does him in.
As he spills over, his tail goes to loop around yours tightly whilst his muscles lock and shake. You follow suit not long after, a sticky mess forming between the two of your bodies
A quick splash around in the water washes most of the evidence off. You rest next to where he’s curled up comfortably, the waves rhythmically lapping up against him. The atmosphere is relaxed as the both of you wind down and converse.
“I’d love to stay with you till the late morning but you have a trial scheduled and I promised to find Pahsiv first thing in the morning to catch up,” you lament.
A rumble from his chest, he’s chuckling. He tucks his head next to yours, caressing a tendril across your cheek.
“I’ll wait for you. Return safe, my beloved one.”
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Hi!idk if your requests are still open but can you write about the demon brothers(obey me!) Getting comforted by MC after a nightmare?ofc if they aren't open you can ignore my request!thx in advance
Obey me! [Brothers]
~♥︎Comfort♡~
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Lucifer
As always, he works quite late. Exhausted, he fell on the bed. Not even bothering to change his clothes to more comfortable clothes.
After a few hours, you came in to check up on him but seeing his tired state you decided to make him move into a more suitable position and put the blankets over him. You tried to walk out but almost stumbled when Lucifer grabbed your hand.
"No...no, no no...!" His grip getting tighter, it was starting to get painful too. You slightly shook him to wake him up.
"Luci?...Are you alright? You can talk to me if you want." Due to his exhausted state, he didn't have any energy to put up with his pride and slithered his hands to your waist. He didn't say anything, silently sobbing onto your chest as he didn't dare to let go.
"Shhhh....it's ok, everything is ok. Let it all out." Soothing him, stroking his hair. You stayed still for a while until he fell asleep.
The next day, you both were doing things as if it hadn't happened. Although now you have Lucifer knocking on your door to come in and lay in bed with you. Slowly sinking into your warmth as you comfort him.
"You are my pride and...I love you, darling/[name]"
Mammon
@moonartz123 (sorry if you didn't allow people to use it. I just found your art on Pinterest since I couldn't find any other 😅 if you are not comfortable I will take the picture down and use a different one.)
Although sometimes he does come to you with silly little nightmares like Goldie being taken away by Lucifer. But this one is different, he came up balling in tears. Just putting his head on your lap as you do homework. As he tells you his nightmare. You kissed his forehead to Soothe his panic as his breathing starts to get more stable.
You slept with him through the night. Later you have an avatar of greed clinging to you. Hugging behind you, putting his head on your shoulder, etc. He smiles at you when you didn't shoo him off.
"I think I already found a new treasure. It's you and only you [name]"
Levi
Credit: obey me lol
You were on your phone doing etc. Suddenly you got a text message from Levi to come to him. You thought it was probably playing video games since it is pretty common for him to invite you at the strangest time.
You knocked on the door quietly to not wake up the others. He swings the door open and grabs you in his room. He doesn't let go so you just guide him to his bed. (Aka his bathtub) ....he ripped his pillows. (Not the ruri-chan one. The normal ones)
You did not feel comfortable sleeping with your head on a body pillow so you just decided today was the day you broke the neck for the sake of his comfort.
Later he got embarrassed and avoided you, not because of the nightmare. More like he was sleeping on top of you. Now he can't look you in the eyes for a few weeks.
"No way! Me, A yucky Otaku!....although I do wish to do it again with you so don't do it to others and only me [name]!"
Satan
I'm pretty sure this one is from obey me too.
You only came to him when you heard a loud
*Boom!*
It was Satan. Hah....I guess you'll pay since you didn't want Lucifer have extra paper work to get that fix-
"What's wrong Satan?" He looked up to you as he softens. He walked up to you and launched at you. You fell to the floor. It didn't really hurt though. You got up and carried/led him to your room where you got a cat who was injured but almost fully healed.
*Flashback*
"Seriously Satan?" You mentally smacked your forehead "you want me to keep the cat you found that is injured because Luci has a high chance of finding it?"
"Yes. I am serious! Just...for me? Please??"
'....damn those cat eyes of his!-' (also the cats too)
*Back to present*
"Satan...you can't cling to me while holding onto the cat." His face shows in disbelief.
(More like pouting.)
Later you guys slept on the bed while the cat was in Satan's arms. The next day everyone gets even MORE TERRIFIED
As he walked around with a huge eating grin. I guess his day got better.
"Thank you for calming me down, my peace/[name]"
Asmodeus
Pin/post by Envi on asmodeus obey me art
You were getting ready to get the makeup that Asmodeus requested at midnight. You saw him tremble. You softly poked his face to wake him up.
He started tearing up, wrapping his arms around your neck/waist. You sighed and just rub in a circling motion on his back. His throat was too dry so you gave him a bottle of water as you get ready and turned on the bathtub.
(Also I forgot, you are helping him with his skin care routine and makeup)
He thanked you for taking care of him. Now the rest of the day he kisses you!
Although he purposely kissed you with lipstick, and the bad thing is that it's hard to wipe off! That sly fox.
Scenario:
Bold is reader/you
"What do I need to do to comfort you?"
"F—ck me with loving s*x"
"What."
"..."
"..."
"Why do you have a rope-
HEY, WAIT‐ HELP MEEEE!"
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"I love you, my blossom/name" (you know in anime, sometimes people confess under a blossom tree)
Beel
Credit: Origarnic on DeviantArt
He knocked at your door. Hiding his face in his pillow now is soaked with tears.
You let him in. You let him hug you as long as he wants. But you asked him to let go so you can make food for him since it usually makes him cheer up. Especially your signature food.
He followed you like a lost puppy, he always felt so full when he is around you. He loved your S/F
(Signature food)
It makes him so happy, feeling the love and warmth you put in the food. Oh how he loves you, he doesn't feel empty when he's around you.
"Thank you for the food my amazing, lovingly chef/[name]" :D
Belphie
You always sleep with him but this one time you couldn't sleep with him.
He was so used to sleeping with you, so now he's just laying there frustrated. (How could you leave him like this!) So he just gave in to sleeping pills that he secretly bought in case if you can't sleep.
(Now he's using it)
That was a bad choice. You have never seen him walking so fast down the hallway. He fell on you. You felt a few tears on your shoulder but didn't mind.
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Everyone was looking at you. Belphie was sleeping on your back/being carried.
Damn. You are hella strong.
"I love you, my Dream catcher"
Or
"I love you, my dreamily love/[name]"
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can you do a ranpo x male reader where reader lost smth and runs into ranpo whos kinda crushing on reader and helps them find That Thing & it turns into a date ? this is. incredibly specific my apologies
“Lost Something?”
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Genre: Fluff
Pairings: Ranpo
Summary: You lost an important item so you asked the best detective in the world to find it for you.
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Headcannons:
Bro would predict that you would ask him for this kind of trouble, so he literally hid himself from you. You searched for him for hours until you finally found him in his locker…under a pile of candy. (Bsd Wan! reference)
He complains when you ask him to find it for you, even though he already knows where it is.
Ranpo doesn't say anything until you said you'd take him to a candy shop after. Bro's emerald eyes widened lol. Like, ooo. I see you've made a valid negotiation. 🙂
Proceeds to put on glasses 🤓
He tells (*ahem* orders) you too follow him.
He's no good at navigation, thus having you two go to the weirdest places.
"Uh… Ranpo, are we-"
"Nope! I know where I'm going!"
Shhhh! Trust the process darling.
He finally takes you to a candy shop, and that thing you're looking for was in the candy shop! You didn't go in there earlier…did you.
Wait
This man hid it from you!!!!!!!
"It was a date! So, are you gonna pay or not?" 🤗
Happy ending??? 🤔
Scenario:
It was another regular day at the Armed Detective Agency. The sun’s rays shone through the glass windows, illuminating the office. The rapid taps of computer keyboards engulfed the room, bringing a sort of relaxing ambience to the office. Or, it would be relaxing if Ranpo wasn’t snacking so loudly.
You sat in your seat, looking quite focused on the pile of pap
There was a constant tapping as your finger hit your desk rapidly. Your forehead was crested, trying to relocate your steps. You were trying to find a very important item, however no matter where you looked, you couldn't find it. You started to grow more and more worried.
"Y/n-san, are you okay?" A timid asked besides you. You turned to face the gray-haired weretiger.
"I lost an important item, Atsushi-kun," you informed him, trying to sound calm and composed. Sighing, you placed your elbows on your desk and rested your chin on your hands, staring at the computer with a blank facial expression. Where could it be? Surely you didn't place it anywhere but your desk…
"An item…?"
"Mhm. Sadly," you sighed more. An overwhelming feeling of exhaustion washed over you. "Maybe someone hid it from me. If that is it, then I'm about to pull out a Glock and present the same dream Dazai had desired."
Atsushi gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. He looked at you with shock. "You would do that."
You simply ignored him as you did up from your desk. "I'm going to look for Ranpo. Maybe he can help me."
You looked everywhere to find the best detective in the world. Yes, everywhere. You couldn't find him until an hour later in the weirdest place in the office, the locker.
The sound of crunching was audible as you stared at Ranpo's locker in dismay. What was that sound? The crunching of bones? No, Ranpo would never do that…was Yosano maybe doing something in Ranpo's locker? That wasn't it either…right? Nevertheless, you hesitantly reached out to open the locker. As you slowly opened it, you found a body buried underneath a pile of candy.
"Oh, Y/n-kun!" Ranpo's head popped out of the pile of candy, a lollipop in his mouth. "You're here!"
"R-Ranpo-san?" You gasped at the sight. Who would do such a childish- oh right, it's Ranpo. Admitly it was kind of cute. The way Ranpo just popped his head out the pile of candy, how nonchalant his voice was, his messy black hair…oh damn your fanboying.
Ranpo sat up, which was hard in the narrowness of the locker. "I suppose you found me! What, did you need something from the best detective in the whole world?"
Gosh, his voice is so… "Ah yes. I was going to ask if you can find something for me?"
Ranpo clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Haah. Such a pain." He dismissed the request with a dismissive flick of his hand.
You sighed, not wanting to give up. This was a very important item to you. "Ranpo-san, please."
"I don't need to put energy on worthless things like that." Ranpo said stubbornly, tossing the lollipop stick to the side as he opened a chocolate bar.
You bit your lip, not wanting to give up just yet. "Oi, if you find it, I'll take you to a candy store after. That's a promise."
Ranpo opened his emerald eyes. A smirk painted along his face as his eyes seemed to shine at the idea. "Oh? You make a valid negotiation." He commented, his voice smooth.
You stared at him, a small hopeful smile apparent on your lips. "Do will you?"
"You know how to bribe me, huh?" Ranpo smirked. "How dangerous~"
You blushed slightly, but you huffed and looked away. "Dangerous is how I roll. Now, are you going to figure it out or not, hm?"
Ranpo muttered something under his breath before he slowly grabbed his glasses and placed it on his eyes. He stared at you, making it feel like he was staring directly into your soul. His eyes flickered all over your body, observing the data that was given to him. It felt like he was looking at your search history for some reason.
After what felt eternity (six seconds), he finally smirked smugly and took of his glasses. "I know where your special little item is."
"Really?" You brightened a little. "Great. Where is it then?"
"I'll lead you there, Y/n-kun," Ranpo stood up and shook off any candy that stuck onto him. He stepped out of the locker and walked forward to pat your broad shoulders. He flashed you a charming smile. Damn…that snarky smile of his. "Let's go, shall we?"
"You lead us there?" You scoffed. "Hah. So all of a sudden you're good at directions."
"Oh shut your trap. I've always been good at directions! I'm the best at everything! I'm the best detective out there!" Ranpo walked both of you out of the Armed Detective Agency and into the busy streets of Yokohama.
It was a sunny weekday. Locals and tourists roamed the streets as the two detectives walked aimlessly around the city.
"Oi Ranpo-san. I thought you said you knew where we're going?" You muttered, your eyebrows furrowing.
Ranpo clicked his tongue, looking around at the street signs and buildings. "I know where we're going."
An hour went by and you could swear that you both were walking at random at this point. Ranpo led you to a library, a coffee shop, a park, even a gym, and claimed that it wasn't the place. You asked him many times what the place was called, or even the address, but he always declined your help.
"Ranpo, it's the third time we've seen that statue."
"I'm aware, you impatient man," Ranpo would mutter.
A few moments later you couldn't help but wonder if you were lost. "Uh…are we-"
"Nope. I know where we're going." Ranpo interrupted, continuing to walk forwards. Does he really know though?
Another hour goes by and you both finally stopped at a candy store. It was a red brick building that had rows and rows of candy inside.
"Ranpo…I said I'll treat you to a candy store after you find that item of mine." You stated as he dragged you into the building.
Ranpo turned to you as you both entered the candy shop. There was sour patch, chocolate, lollipops, every candy in the world was in this candy shop. He pointed at a box of candy that was near the cashier.
You walked towards the box of candy, only to find the item you were looking for. "What the- How did it end up here?!" You exclaimed, exasperated.
The detective simply shrugged. This only gave you suspicions of the man. "Ranpo, don't tell me. Did you hide this from me?"
"You have no evidence of that theory!" Ranpo snapped his fingers and stuck his tongue at you, grinning like a child. "Now, this is a date, so pay for the candy!"
He already had a pile of candy in his arms as he smiled at you expectantly.
"H-haah?" You gawked at him. A date? Was this..planned? I mean…… "Since when was this trip a date?"
"I said it was a date, so that's what it shall be. Besides, you don't mind. I should know, since I know how you feel about me~" Ranpo looked so proud of his words as he gazed at you. He smirked as he watched you blush.
"Eh- You- I- It's- Ahh. You are too smart for your own good," You huffed as you took out your wallet and paid for his candy. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were quite happy with the outcome.
You both walked out of the candy store, the lost item safely in your hand as Ranpo snacked on his new bag of candy.
"You are such a trouble one to have," You muttered as you both walked back to the Armed Detective Agency.
Ranpo chuckled, opening his eyes to gaze at you. "I don't want any trouble, but if you were trouble, then I might want you."
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34. Full House: Plan
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CW: pet whump, caretaker new master, use of the term 'put down' for killing, fear of death, fear of punishment, sickness, multiple whumpees.
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Purple was back into the small room under the stairs. Master Eri gave the lapdogs a room of their own but it was too large, too full of trinkets meant for people. If this was a test Purple wouldn't be tricked, and if it wasn't… Well, Master could punish him whenever he wanted if he was displeased.
For now, he sat down by the side of his cage. There was a small night light in the room, enough to allow Purple to see the pastel-colored dog beds and blankets of the same color, they were the comfiest pet beds in the whole house before Master Eri came, but now even the youngest had a room of his own. So much luxury from the start was frightening, and with each passing second Purple waited for the second shoe to drop. He also wondered where Pink was today, he seemed so busy just earlier as if a lapdog would have a chore.
As if to answer his wonders, the door opened slowly but loudly as the worn-out hinges cried. Purple was already on his knees by the time someone walked in, he recognized Night's feet and allowed himself to look up. His eyes widened in a mix of confusion and worry when he spotted the small pet in the guard dog's arms.
“Is…”
“I found him shivering in front of Beige's room,” Night said, his voice filled with anger. “I don't know what Sir did, but Pink doesn't look hurt.”
Night put the lapdog down, and Purple wrapped his arms around the smaller pet. If Beige wasn't sick, for sure he would be coming with stolen water already, but he was sick, the more dangerous state for a chore pet to be, everyone knows what'll happen if things continue like this, everyone is trying to ignore, trying to convince themselves that everything will be okay but it doesn't matter how hard Purple tries his hands are still shivering around his friend and his heart is still raced at the thought of the future.
“Sir won’t picky on him,” Night said. “I have a plan.”
On the outside, Purple ignored the words: whatever Night was planning he can't officially know anything, he is a well-behaved pet, and if he spotted a pet doing (or planning) something bad he would immediately tell Master. So he didn’t spot anything, not at all. Inside his mind, he screamed at the guard dog to behave, to know his place to please don't get hurt.
Pink shivering worsened after Night left as if now that they were all alone he allowed himself to truly feel.
“He will be fine,” Purple tried, not believing his own words as he hugged Pink. “He is strong.”
“I I don't want to to to do it again,” Pink said with a pleading voice, talking more to himself than to Purple. “I I don't want to but if.. if.. what if I need again, I…. I don't I don't think I can I can't again I I-”
Purple caressed his back, not asking what he meant, for one he didn't think Pink would manage to answer and principally his instincts screamed that he didn't want to know for the same reason he didn't want to know Night's plans.
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The fear forced Beige awake, the vague memory of passing out was still slowly coming back when Master’s voice rang painfully inside his mind. Beige had been too careless. He should've hidden away before passing out; Master was never meant to find him slacking off, sleeping in the middle of the hallway. He was done for, if Master was displeased before already, now for sure he was completely mad.
“I'm- it it's sorry,” he cried out, he was too tired to open his eyes, and never the no-eye-contact rule had been so merciful. “It it'll”
“Shhhh,” Master's voice rang loudly. “Don't speak, dear.”
Beige whimpered. So he can't beg anymore? So, since he'll be put down, even his begging isn't pleasant anymore? Was all he did up until now so worthless? Is he truly this broken?
I can be good. I can be good. I'll eat less, I won't steal anymore. I won't sleep so much. Please. The words died before they reached his mouth. Please let me live.
“Hey hey,” Master called, and Beige was grateful that at least he was still worth talking to. Even if it was mockery. “Hey, it's okay, the doctor said you'll be fine.”
Beige sobbed harder. He wanted to say the doctor was right, to promise he'll work harder, but he is far too old and defective to work as much as he should. Even if Master allows him to live it'll take a couple of months at most for Master to decide to put him down, buying a younger and fresher pet is the right choice.
The house was always too large, the punishment was always too harsh, and the food and rest too little. He broke long ago, he knew it, the last years he was barely surviving, but he can't drag his broken remainings any longer.
“Not not not the b-b-basement,” he begged, voice cracking. “p-p-p-please not not there please just just please…. Be fast. Just…”
The words were a lump in his throat. Had he earned a quick death? Had the years of torture and despair paid off enough to die painlessly? They hadn’t, had they? Beige had been so bad, so unloyal, so unpet-like, so-
“Shhhh,” Master tried again. “I’m not mad,” his silk-like voice, which once was comforting, wrapped itself too tightly around the pet, too suffocatingly tight.
Master touched a plastic cup on the pet’s lips, helping him drink the cool water. He half feared whatever was mixed in the clear liquid and half hoped that it, if fatal, was at the very least painless or quick.
“The doctor said you will be fine, okay? No need to be scared,” Master said.
Beige could barely hear him, his voice was foggy and far away, but loud and close at the same time. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy, as heavy as his shaken breath. He didn’t know how much of it was due to fear, but he was sure that the doctor was wrong. He is useless, no amount of resting would make him a proper pet ever again.
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Eri’s mind was dizzy, and there was too much going on at the same time. The youngest pet was still sick, Beige was a thin line from having a panic attack over his own current poor heathy. He should say comforting words, but whatever filter the institutes put in the pet’s mind would only turn his words into nasty threats.
He fed the man some water, both because he needed it and to earn himself some time to get his words straight. Looking back, it was too optimistic of him to think he would have the time, it was foolish to hope that life waits for him to solve a problem before giving him another.
A loud thud came from downstairs. Eri flinched in surprise, quickly putting himself on his feet, and frowning at the door. He didn’t wait much for the next metal-against-metal clank. It was coming from outside the house, right under Beige’s window.
He approached the window as fast as it was safe to do. The clanks were becoming louder and faster, and the cause was clear the moment he looked out the window; Night was down there, in his hands a sledgehammer and in front of him Eri’s now broken car.
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Okay so 3 things-
1- Several attempts at drawing Edmund and Dagda interacting just don't want to work so this just turned into a ramble instead. (That kinda went off-topic but still vaguely related I guess? oops)
2- This did become a tniy bit of overthinking everything related to the Gunnar Siblings (or at least the main 3- Kai, Edmund, and Morgan), their places in the world and in the grand scheme of things, and the Wizards.
3- I have no idea if this even sufficiently answers any questions but it's where the rambling ended up so IDK
• The fact Edmund is not Commander means there would be at least some differences with interactions, etc. So a lot of the opinion of and reaction to Edmund from any of the npcs in SotO would mainly be his relation to Kai (who is Commander) but also Morgan (a powerful necromancer), and the uncertainty around what he'd be capable of based on the two of them.
• So Kai I don't really need to dig into his importance because (with few exceptions) anything the Canon Commander accomplishes he does. Morgan is the one in need of a little explaining though- short version is she's very powerful and very likely to one day 'corrupt' with said power.
• I did mention the concept of Fractal Morgan a couple months ago, basically a version of her in a Wizard Fractal that was given some kind of artifact or access to more magic just to see what would happen. A Lich was the result. She's not allowed near the Wizard Tower (nor is Real Morgan for fear of the same happening to her) but is allowed in Amnytas since sometime before the start of SotO she did figure out what she is and somehow made her way there and is now helping fight off Kryptis despite not being allowed any further. (She may or may not be aiming to steal more artifacts or sneak into the tower shhhh don't tell anyone).
• Edmund I do imagine was kind of… 'ignored' by the Wizards. Any interest in him before SotO would have been immediately shut down because 'We already made a Power-Hungry Lich we don't need whatever a powerful mesmer from that family could become.' Because mesmers are scary and they already have Kai as the Commander and both versions of Morgan to keep a close eye on they don't need another Gunnar Sibling to watch.
• So yeah Dagda's feelings of Edmund? 'We (the Wizards) don't know what he can do. We don't know what his brother (the Commander) will do if anything happens to him. And we don't have time or resources to deal with the answer to either.'
• As for Edmund's feelings/opinion on the Wizards in general it's a lot of feeling intimidated by, inferior to, and varying levels of respect. For Dagda specifically I would say he would have high respect because of how powerful she is while at least somewhat understanding her lack of trust (though being frustrated that it's more to do with his siblings rather than himself, like 'if you're not gonna trust me at least let it be because of ME'). Also at least some fear of her early on because first meeting was literally a fight. Took him at least a little bit to get comfortable enough to really talk to her and ask more questions about magic stuff.
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Just Some Guy (2/9)
Notes: Welcome back to Matty's second year at Watford! This year, he and John will meet some new friends and I am happy to introduce them to you. They were all named by @raenestee. Thank you Raen!
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Year 2
MATT
It’s time for another year at Watford and I already miss the summer. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being at Watford, but I am not looking forward to classes, especially Greek.
At least John is here. He couldn’t hang out during the summer due to ‘not existing outside the main story beats’ or something. He said he’d look into it for next summer.
Look, I like John. He’s probably my best mate at the moment, but that’s because he’s my only mate. I don’t mind. I’ve met loads of people last year, but we never became friends. Now it’s time to change that. This is going to be my year!
Sports might not be it for me, though, but according to John there is a Watford Chess Club.
“I’m joining,” he says one day, “You should come along.”
“I don’t know how to play chess,” I say, “I didn’t even know you played chess.”
John shrugs.
“Learnt it over the summer ‘off-screen’,” he uses air quotes when he says that last word. I have no clue what he means. “I can teach you. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
To everyone’s surprise, I am amazing at chess. John teaches me all his tricks but after a week at chess club, I surpass him. Chess club is huge. It’s actually quite nice to be part of something. I recognise some other members from our year. We hang out at chess club, but also outside of it.
Friends. What a concept. I had friends before Watford, but living at an exclusive boarding school does put a damper on those friendships. I saw my mates during the summer, but it’s different.
We’re sitting on the Great Lawn, eating crisps and drinking soda.
“Did you all see Agatha Wellbelove at lacrosse?” Arnold says.
“Don’t start,” John says, “You have no chance.”
“No one does,” I grumble. I admit I like looking at Agatha Wellbelove too. I think every guy in our year does, except Ryan, who is gay.
As a result, Ryan rolls his eyes in an exaggerated way.
“Please, let the poor girl live!”
“That’s because you have a little crush on the Chosen One!” Leslie teases.
“I do not!” Ryan sputters back.
Scott, his roommate, snorts. “Sure, mate.”
“You did seem to be interested during Magic Words,” Sam adds.
“Well, that’s because he was fighting that Pitch guy again!” Ryan says. He has a point. The Chosen One seems to have an ongoing rivalry with the Pitch Heir.
Politics, amirite?
Others agree with Ryan as well. You cannot ignore the Chosen One. If he’s not out there leaking magic, he’s fighting our classmate Tyrannus, or he’s doing some weird shit. The other day, the Humdrum sent counting sheep. I luckily wasn’t affected, but John was. The Chosen One broke the spell on his friend and Agatha Wellbelove and for some reason that broke the entire spell.
I’m glad he saved John, but apart from that, I do not really keep track of the Chosen One’s antics. That’s what I tell my friends when Sam asks me for my opinion on him.
“Honestly, I agree,” Luis says with a shrug, “Simon Snow can do all that saviour stuff. I just want to pass the upcoming Magickal History exam.”
I almost choke on a crisp.
Shit. I completely forgot about it.
--
“Aren’t we breaking the rules?” I whisper to John. The two of us are roaming the grounds past midnight.
“It’s common decency to stay in the dorms after a certain hour,” John answers with a mischievous grin, “But there is no hard rule. Look.”
He holds out his lantern in a certain direction and I see more people sneaking around. I wonder if we’re going to a party or something. John was very vague, or more vague than usual. He just insisted that we had to go outside.
“John, where are we going?”
“Shhhh,” John stops abruptly and he pushes me behind him. I look over his shoulder and I see the Chosen One. He looks like he’s been crying and he’s walking towards Mummers House.
“Do you think he’s okay?” I ask. Unlike Ryan, I do not really pay attention to the Chosen One outside of class, but he looks harrowed. It would be an asshole move to not worry about him.
John shrugs, which is odd. He’s usually so in tune with everyone.
“I think he’s going through some shit,” John answers.
“What could he be going through?” I ask, “He’s our hero.”
John raises an eyebrow, as if I said something stupid.
“He’s still a boy, Matt. I think he’s realising that being the hero is not all fun and games.”
We watch the Chosen One walk away and he does look awful and beat up. John is right. He’s my age. I can’t imagine having the weight of the world on my shoulders and being a twelve year old at the same time.
The Chosen One.
Simon Snow.
Maybe I should stop referring to him by his title and start thinking of him by his name. We will never be friends. We pass each other in the corridor of our rooms and we know each other from classes, but that’s it. Because of that, he’s always been this elusive entity in my life. The Chosen One, the Saviour of the Magickal World, the Mage’s Heir and all that jazz.
But when I see him like this, cheeks wet from the tears, shoulders hunched, I am reminded that he’s just Simon Snow.
I heard that he’s chasing two snakes for the Mage. What kind of snakes must they be? Simon Snow really looks terrible.
When he enters the building, John and I snap out of weird concentration. We look at each other and I shrug.
John shrugs too.
What else can we do?
“Well, let’s keep going,” John says and he starts walking. Really, what else can we do? “The others are waiting.”
“What?”
That distracts me from my Simon Snow sadness.
John and I walk to the drawbridge. My friends from chess club are there as well. Luis is holding ice cream.
“Gentlemen, let’s indulge!” he says.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask.
“My twelfth birthday.”
My eyes widen, but it’s clear I’m not the only one who didn’t know this fact. Leslie throws her arms around him.
“Luis! Oh my God, congrats!”
Luis hands out his treats and the eight of us have an impromptu party. The Chosen One- I mean, Simon Snow is long forgotten. How can I care about him when I have my own life with great friends? I am so glad I joined chess club.
--
I did it!
Well, I had to bitch and moan for it, but I did it! I convinced my parents to gift me one of those fancy smartphones for my birthday. Now I can surf the internet on my phone and send memes to John in the summer. John looked into his situation and he says he exists in the summer as long as I keep messaging him, or whatever that means.
I’m just glad I have an easier way to talk to all my new friends.
Another year has gone by and we’re at our last breakfast for the school year. We’re sat relatively close to Simon Snow, and it’s noticeable. His magic is leaking, as usual, and he’s pushing scones down his throat, it’s almost grotesque. He’s eating as if he’s expecting to go hungry in summer.
Huh.
Where does he go during the summer? He’s famously an orphan. He has no family to go to. But then I see his chatty friend sit down next to him. I assume he’s going to her place in the summer.
I push any thoughts about Simon Snow out of my mind. I don’t have to see him for weeks.
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We Are Family, Chapter 4: Mom's Cooking Show
Yoko’s apple pie arrived at the house thirty minutes after the boys had dinner, just in time for the family’s nightly viewing of whatever show their mother was in. Today’s show was the season 5 premier of a live cooking competition where Yoko was one of the regular judges.
The five Sakaki boys gathered in the living room to eat their apple pie and watch the cooking competition. The pie, as usual, was absolutely delicious, and Yuto and Zarc began attempting to figure out the recipe like they always did.
“There’s definitely some cinnamon,” Yuto said. “I can taste it.”
“I dunno… I’m kinda getting a slightly nutty flavor with the cinnamon,” Zarc mused. “Maybe it’s nutmeg?”
“Maybe,” Yuto conceded. “I wish Mom would teach us the recipe though.”
“Shhhh!” Yuya shushed them. “Mom’s on!” He pointed at the TV where Yoko was giving her thoughts on an audition dish, some sushi.
“It reminds me of my son Yuto’s sushi,” Yoko said, tasting one of the rolls. “I saw you added seaweed to the rice while it was cooking!”
“Yes, I did,” the auditioning contestant said. Yoko nodded happily. “My son always adds seaweed to his sushi rice when he’s cooking it. It adds a wonderful umami flavor!”
“It sure does!” Yuto said proudly. The five Sakaki boys smiled when the auditioning contestant was accepted into the competition.
“I wonder if anyone will cook a steak for their audition?” Zarc mused. Meat was his favorite food, with steak being at the top of his list of favorite meats. Yuto’s favorite food was sushi, and he enjoyed the technical side of making it. Yugo, meanwhile, favored low effort street foods, his favorites being hot dogs and tacos. Yuri’s favorite food was anything made with the hot peppers he grew in his garden, and other plant-based foods made from his homegrown fruits, veggies, and herbs. He still liked meat, but he just preferred his own plants. Yuya’s favorite foods were popcorn and cotton candy, with cheeseburgers and pizza being close seconds.
Zarc’s wishes were granted, as an auditioning contestant announced that he would be cooking a steak for his audition. But things quickly went wrong. The auditioning contestant didn’t seem to be too skilled at cooking steaks.
“No, you’re cooking it too long!” Zarc groaned. “You’re ruining the steak, dammit!”
“Language!” Yuya chided, pouting at Zarc. Zarc ignored him. “It’s gonna be shoe leather at this rate! Get it off the stove, you’ve already cooked it for too long!”
Yoko’s fellow judges appeared to be having the same concern. “It’s overdone,” one of them murmured to the others, not loud enough for the auditioning contestant to hear. Yoko nodded in agreement, “I can just hear my oldest ranting about it. Zarc loves steak, and he hates it when a steak is overcooked.”
“Damn right I do!” Zarc said angrily. “That steak is RUINED! RUINED I TELLS YA!”
The auditioning contestant didn’t seem to notice, taking the steak off the heat only when it was a dried piece of leather. Yugo shook his head. “Even I can tell that his steak is inedible…”
“Mhm!” Yuri agreed, his mouth too full of pie to say anything else.
It seemed that the judges agreed, unable to even chew the leather steak. “This steak is inedible,” Yoko’s fellow female judge said. “You cooked it for too long.”
“I like a well done steak!” protested the auditioning contestant. Yoko shook her head. “There’s well done and then there’s shoe leather.”
Needless to say that contestant didn’t get a place in the competition. Zarc scowled in frustration. “Serves you right for ruining a perfectly good steak!” Yuya reached out and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Zarc! I’m sure at least one person will cook a decent steak!”
“I sure hope so,” Zarc said. “After seeing that ruined steak, I need to see a good steak now!”
#cross posted on ao3#cross posted on quotev#cross posted on wattpad#yugioh arc v#yuya sakaki#yuri#yugo#yuto#zarc#yoko sakaki#quadruplets#high school au
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How would they react to Freya, if all three of them were together in one world?
Bonus: How would they react to the Mikaelson sister who is strictly Mikael's? (I know Valda and her both ended up with Lucien but like... shhhh. )
I forget how I made them react in their individual stories + this asks about altogether so ignore whatever was written in the fanfics and lemme rethink this.
So considering the dynamic I mentioned in the previous anon reply where I talked about how the OCs would be with each other in the same world, I think that it would be somewhat as follows:
EISA: At this point Eisa has raised seven children instead of only five (Elijah, Klaus, Hilda, Kol, Rebekah, Vivalda, Henrik) so Ms Girl is even more stressed and would probably have been a bit resentful at the fact that Freya wasn't there. Like she would probably feel guilty for thinking it, but would consider that most of those kids wouldn't have been born if Freya lived. She would slightly hold a grudge for having had to shoulder that burden. However once she gets past that (prob needing to rant to Finn for a bit and have him remind her of the pleasant memories with Freya), I think she'd be SO GLAD to have a big sister that she can look up to, especially one who is also part of the LGBTQ+ community! She'd probably finally get a chance to relax and let Freya be the big sis for a bit.
HILDA: She'd probably just find it so cool that Freya can still do magic, maybe even be a lil jealous about it! But I think she would sympathize the most with Freya's struggles. I can totally see her being the most gentle in wanting to understand her, given her experiences with her mental health. Freya would also be so caring when it comes to hearing how Hilda and Kol have struggled with losing their magic— I bet Freya would help her regain her magic! Eisa learned to love vampirism more but Hilda never fully did so she and Freya would be spell-casting besties.
VIVALDA: Definitely imagine Vivalda resisting the most to Freya. She'd be like Klaus asking like why tf do we suddenly have a sister? Why is she alive now? Why is our mother a lying b-word? I can totally see them being the only ones to sneer at each other about it while everyone else is like omg Freya you're so nice yay. It would take a lot for Freya to win her over. Vivalda already likes to be independent so Freya can't be all nice and wanting to get to know her to make Vivalda lower her walls. She'd have a lot of fun with frat-party-Freya from Season 3, I think if she saw that wild side she'd be like ok my sister is kinda cool. Plus seeing Freya stand up to Dahlia would earn her a lot of respect from Vivalda. So after that maybe she'd try to be nice to her (lowk she would just not want Freya to try to replace Eisa the way Elijah tried to replace Finn). As long as Freya doesn't try to baby her against her will, it'll be fine.
BONUS
Oooooh this is a good question. Jeez. Ok well for the Lucien part, I feel like Amaris would probably not end up with Lucien cause like again Eisa would be with Aya, Hilda would stay with Tristan, and Vivalda would be the one that got to know Lucien. So Amaris would probably be with someone else... maybe Marcel? cause I doubt Marbekah would happen if Eisa, Hilda, and Vivalda all lived in this age. And plus Amaris wouldn't actually have known Marcel when he was growing up. That or maybe she would've been with just anybody else that has a similar personality to her and Lucien.
EISA: She'd probably be like aw wtf not another little sibling!! But she'd be glad it was a sister. She'd be pretty understanding about it cause she knows it's not Amaris's fault and like Elijah try to give her the benefit of the doubt. It would definitely be weird to her considering Mikael hates her so much and she'd go on to see him LOVE Amaris but she'd get over it. I think she'd see that this girl really regrets leaving her mom behind and never seeing her again and she'd just want her sis to get a chance at life. She'd probably encourage her to become a hybrid as soon as possible so she can live with them forever, might even offer her a spot in the Strix because why not yk.
HILDA: Kinda along the same lines as Hilda. Amaris is older than Hilda so she'd probably be like oh nice another big sister and would find it SO FASCINATING that her sister is a wolf while she used to be a witch. Like interesting little pair. Would also be like dang Mikael didn't really like me but he likes her but she'd get over it pretty easily. I can see her and Kol being the closest with Amaris and protecting her from Klaus. Like Eisa would do that too but Hilda would RIDE OR DIE for Amaris once they get to know each other and she'd want to take her all over the world so she can learn about wolf cultures in other places kinda like she and Kol traveled to learn about witches everywhere.
VIVALDA: Same as she would react with Freya. Like why another sister? Why did Mikael cheat? Why does he love her and not us? But probably less hostile than with Freya honestly and that's solely because Mikael never knew about Amaris so it's not like he missed her. She'd be bitter that he cheated and simultaneously treated Esther badly (despite the fact Vivalda dislikes Esther the most out of these three) but she'd eventually know that it isn't Amaris's fault and at least Mikael didn't constantly think of Amaris while he was taking care of the rest of them. Vivalda would try to make her strong and could potentially be a little abrasive about it out of fear that Amaris would die more easily than the others— similar to how Mikael was really hard on them sort of out of concern that he'd lose another child if they were weak. Again once she sees the wilder side of Amaris she'll be like oh my sis is hella cool but she'd probably taunt Mikael about it and I can totally see her and Amaris butting heads until Vivalda mellows out about it. That being said she would NEVER let Klaus manhandle Amaris the way he did.
Thank you so very much for these questions, I absolutely love responding to them, it makes my night!!
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QUESTION BECAUSE THIS HAS INFECTED MY BRAIN AND REFUSES TO LEAVE. It's for Wisteria.
If Andou were to ever get a Slayer Mark, what would it be and where?
it'd be wisteria flowers and vines, likely wrapped around her arms (kinda like Himejima) and legs, some around her neck like a choker. With a singular flower on her forehead connected with vines like a circlet or something idk.
She's effectively just wistera-based, the way she is by this point, that it would be pretty out of place for her to not have them. As for the reason why it goes all over her body...given who she is, and this isn't her second life, she's easily been living life on the edge since she was born in Yoshiwara. She feels it all more intensely when it comes to surviving life threatening experiences.
Don't worry too much about her lifespan shortening, she's already died once, i feel like that's something she can easily brush off (kinda like Himejima did it too, it's fine, shhhh, the reason lifespan goes down is other issues sometimes but we're gonna ignore it for these guys)
anyway yaaaaaa, I need to watch the new season of Demon Slayer, got busy with work, but my lanyard for my employee ID is a Demon Slayer one so I think nonstop about Andou often. :V
#ask#kny#kny oc#andou mitsuhiko#the wisteria (fanfic)#demon slayer mark#lets fucking goooooo#i'm still alive y'all can ask me stuff
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Hii! Are requests open? Poly Noco x reader please! (Just the normal headcanons! Orrr yandere if you want Pt.2!!) :) please delete this if requests are closed!
(THIS is the person who requested yandere noco x reader btw!!)
ofc anon! I did non Yan since it would kinda just be reiterating the Yan hcs. You didn't really specify, so I did crushing hc's! Hope this was okay! Did a lil fic bit at the end as I'm trying to get more comfy with it.
(In these HC's, Noco is already canon and they're both crushing on Reader)
-Ah yes, ever the gentleman (Cody) and gentle man (Noah)
-These two. These absolute dumbasses hnkajsjsh
-Would be a mix of "We have to serenade them until they are dead on the floor" and "WAIT WAIT NO NO WHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE THA-" and also "Hey babe are you a person because you sure do look like a person" -Cody, probably
-I head canon that Noah's secretly a hopeless romantic, he reads so many books and I bet they're literally only just non fiction or romance. No in-between.
-You'd definitely notice something's up. They can't lie for shit-
-E.g every time you see them they're whispering to each other and instantly clam up when they see you, suddenly can't look you in the eye anymore when talking to you, and they hang out with you less and less :(
-you'd think they hate you, but it is 1000% the opposite. These two are WHIPPED
-I can honestly imagine the others getting tired of y'all being so dumb and doing something like Lumity/Hooty's tunnel of love but shhhh
-The others are so. So tired of you guys being so OBVIOUS and so OBLIVIOUS THEY JUST *strangles you*
-Either one of the other campers tells them to grow up and encourage them to confess, or you walk your ass over there and confront them yourself. (Probably the second option, although I could see it being a mix of both.)
You sighed, slipping out of your bunk. You had been more downcast lately, and it was because of your best friends. Or, ex- best friends now. Maybe. You really hoped not.
You just didn't understand! It was like they were constantly avoiding you, and any time they wanted to tell you something it was through another camper.
You were sick of it, and that's why you finally decided that today you would confront them about it, once and for all. And if they- if they didn't like you anymore, that was fine. No matter how much the thought stung.
However, as you swung open the door, you were greeted by the sight of just the two people you were about to visit, with Noah's hand mid knock.
...
"oh- OH! Y/N! There you are! I mean, of course you are! This is where you sleep, and you uh. Sleep. Here."
A voice piped up from behind him, and you were greeted by the sight of a very nervous looking Cody. Which was... Rare.
"We uh...- Haha! Funny thing actually,- We were uh... Just on our way to see you! To tell you. s-something."
You raised an eyebrow at that. Noah was usually always calm and collected, and Cody never dropped his 'flirty bad boy' persona act. In public, that is. So this was super out of character for them both.
"That's weird, I also had something to tell you two."
"Well, maybe we could go all say? O-On three?"
He desperately looked to Noah for confirmation (despite the other boy looking just as lost as he was) and turned to you once he had a thumbs up.
You were getting suspicious, this was usually something they did if they were like, really worried about something.
..But you nodded anyways, knowing what they would most likely say. Although it was odd how they seemed so excited about it??
"Okay!! 1.... 2.... 3!"
There was a pause when no body said anything for a few seconds and then-
"WILLYOUGOOUTWITHUS?"
"DOYOUGUYSHATEME?"
...Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Hold the phone- You were taken wayyyy aback. This... Was not what you had expected. At all.
"You thought we hated you?"
"You guys love me?"
You heard what sounded suspiciously like a mix between an exasperated groan and a snicker from behind you, but ignored it.
You... Were all going to have a good talk about this.
Bonus:
Reader: Waiitttt. Are you guys... flirting? with me?
Noco: Have been for three years, thanks for noticing.
#total drama#total drama x reader#noco#noco x reader#noah x cody#fic#kinda at the end sjshsbjsj-#it would be the most dumbass poly relationship ever and im living for it tbh#sorry this took so long to finish btw
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🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — the answer
pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader
summary: mike informs you that he has a crush on a new girl but he doesn’t tell you who, he thought you would figure it out sooner or later 👀👀
warnings: open ending??
age of pairing: 15-16
“MIKE WHO IS IT?!” you shouted after the dark haired boy, running down the hall to his next class. leaving you quite frustrated after just hearing the news, ‘i really like someone.’ he bolted the next minute after muttering those words, instantly making you intrigued into his story before he ran away. holding your pencil case and backpack strap, you looked down at your dirty ass sneakers.
he likes someone?
of course you wanted to know because mike was your bestfriend so whenever something big like this happened, you were the first to be told. same thing when something happened for you. but mike hadn’t told you anything about his tiny teeny love life since like the fifth grade when he had a major crush on shelby jones.
you had to comfort him for almost a month when she got a boyfriend. but besides her and a few other girls back in grade school, mike had been quiet about his crushes or who he liked. maybe a few actresses or girls at the mall but nobody he actually knew and truly liked.
which was why you were curious when mike told you he liked someone a few minutes ago. you wanted to know because as his best friend you had a duty to get him and that girl together but also because you wanted it to be you. but you knew it wasn’t, that was improbable. ridiculous.
“y/n over here!” will called out from your usual cafeteria area. you joined the rest of your friends already intrigued in a conversation of sneaking into the theater this friday for the showing of back to the future II. you sat next to mike and dustin, leaning towards mike you whispered, “so are you ever going to tell me who mystery girl is?”
he retracted himself from the group conversation and turned to you, “shhhh! the guys don’t know, i’ll tell you later.” you raised an eyebrow, “promise?” putting your pinky in front of his face. he rolled his eyes and reluctantly did the same. interlocking the sacred pinky promise and finishing it by each of you kissing your thumbs. “it’s locked in now,” you smiled and returned to the conversation.
“but what if we get caught?” will spoke and drank from his milk carton. “then we’re fucked,” you answered where everyone turned to you. “what! im just speaking the truth!” you shrugged your shoulders and shove off their looks of accusation. “as much as i don’t want to, i have to agree with y/n. my moms gonna kill me and not let me play in next weeks game!” lucas agreed.
“right right i forget your a huge basketball player, benchwarmer,” mike remarked. “at least i’m on the team!” lucas defended himself. “ok ok fight later shitheads, back to the plan. if steve drives us there then no one in town will see our bikes and call our parents, right?” dustin suggested.
“you’re still friends with that dickhead?” you asked and opened your pudding cup. “he’s not a dickhead-!” dustin instantly fired back. you rolled your eyes, “sorry sorry, i meant douchebag.” dustin ignored your nasty remarks, “hey you’re not gonna be calling him a douchebag when he’s the one saving your ass from getting grounded like last time.” you took a spoonful of pudding, “yeah yeah fine he’s not a douchebag.”
“thank you,” dustin said proudly. “but won’t our parents notice we’re gone at like eleven p.m?” mike questioned and stole your spoonful of pudding and ate it. you gasped, “mike!” he just smiled in your face and returned your spoon.
“hopper would definitely kill me, he barely even lets me go out in general,” el insisted and handed you her pudding cup. “thank you el,” you said and waved your new pudding cup in front of mike. “that’s why we’ll just lie that we’re sleeping over at someone’s house!” dustin explained. “but who’s house?” max asked and took a bite of her apple.
“not mine,” dustin immediately said and looked at everyone else. “no one’s going to believe hopper let me have a sleepover with all of you guys,” el said and everyone nodded their heads.
“mine are out of town and i’m staying over at wills so can’t be mine,” mike said and out his hands up in defeat. “yeah not mine,” will followed. “my parents hasn’t let anyone sleep over since like sixth grade!” lucas explained, taking himself out of the situation.
“not me,” max quickly uttered and everyone turned to you. “wha—no no,” you declined and ate your pudding cup. “oh come on y/n, you’re the only one and it’s not like we’re actually staying over.” dustin pleaded. “plus you’re the most believable like we’ve actually all slept over at your house before!” mike brought up.
you sighed and took your final spoonful of pudding, “okay fine.” the table instantly cheered and started high-fiving. earning a few extra stares from around the cafeteria.
by the time the night came around, mike still hadn’t told you about his crush. he gave you daily clues like you were in a scavenger hunt but never actually told you. you guessed almost a hundred times with him responding with a mocking ‘nope.’ you named almost every girl in hawkins besides the moms—could it be one of the moms?!?!? nah, unless… 🤨
you were the last one to get picked up, a knock on your window made you grab your backpack and get ready. it was mike at the window, something he used to do on a daily. he would climb to your room and knock on your window to talk about the usual stuff or play games when bored.
“you ready?” he asked and you opened the window. “yup,” you responded and he helped you get out of your bedroom window and hop down to the front lawn. “let’s go let’s go!” steve yelled from the drivers seat of his car. you saw all your friends in their seats and you rushed over with mike to his car. even though it was squished, you all surprisingly fit. you were sitting next to max and mike, your entire body almost conjoined with mike at this point. “so you weren’t kidding henderson,” you said and looked over to steve harrington in the drivers seat.
“i’m not a liar y/n,” dustin remarked and proudly patted steve on the shoulder. he pulled up to the theater and turned around, “i’ll be back at 12:30 sharp. if any of you are late i’m leaving you, you hear me? 12:30 sharp.” everyone nodded and got out of the car, full of excitement and a little bit of anxiety in getting in trouble by our parents.
there were dozens of repeated, “thanks steve!”’s as you guys got out of the car and ran into the theater. “12:30 sharp!” he yelled after us and watched us running inside the theater. you walked beside mike and entered the dark room. the movie hadn’t started yet as you guys filled the seats in row f. “thank god we made it just in time!” mike said and sat down.
“yeah who knew steve would be the time of guy to drive at the rate of a grandma!” lucas laughed and earned a hit to the shoulder by max. “hey you guys should be grateful i got us a ride,” dustin said and looked from side to side. “yes yes thank you dustin,” you, max, will, and el said.
snacks were passed around and sound of rustling chips and candy was the only thing heard in the entire theater. there was a light on the screen and the movie began. “rachel martin,” you whispered to mike on your right. he laughed, “are we still doing this?” you nodded with your eyebrows raised, “of course! you still haven’t told me the answer!”
“shhhhhh—!” dustin whispered from the left to you. you elbow nudged dustin and turned back to mike for an answer. “so?” you asked. “no, no it’s not rachel martin,” mike answered but kept his eyes on the screen in front of you guys.
you sighed and leaned back, grabbing a handful of popcorn to dwell your sorrows with. “mike i’m starting to think this girl doesn’t exsist!” you whisper shouted and looked back at the screen. he turned to face you, rather your side-profile and whispered something so quiet you missed it as your eyes were glued on the title card that flashed on the screen, “oh she exists all right.”
he smiled at the answer, you.
#*:・゚✧*:・゚✧scwheeler#mike wheeler x you#mike wheeler x y/n#mike wheeler x reader#stranger things#st 4 vol 2#stranger things 4#mike wheeler#mike x reader#finn wolfhard#finn wolfhard x you#finn wolfhard x reader#finn wolfhard x y/n#mike stranger things
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Jealousy (ft. sapnap)
Note:one of my recent post before deleting my account so decided to start with this and a few others will be coming too
About: karl getting jealous for the first time and reader teases him about it
Reader: gender neutral
Description: you and Karl were out with some friends you both knew. Sapnap was one of those friends and you and him were acting a bit close making karl jealous
Karl stared at you and sapnap from afar. You guys were just at a skatepark with a few other friends just really catching up and hanging out. But between you and sapnap currently you were both pretty close. Not like a bad close where you weren't ignoring Karl and just focusing on him, more like getting to close with each other. Some part of him doesn't mind because you and sapnap don't really hang out as much as him and Karl do but the other part doesn't really like you both getting too close. He knows his soft personality and he knows how touchy he can be so that small part of him can take over in his mind making him overthink because him and sapnap are almost polar opposites and knows how many people love sapnap.
“You ok karl?” a friend of his asked making him snap out of his little moment and oh is he grateful for that, he was almost on the verge of crying. “Hm?” he said as he wiped his eyes to make sure he was already crying, “oh yeah just tired.” his friend left him alone after that since all he did was want to make sure he was ok. When you finally finished talking to sapnap he went up to you and hugged you from behind. “Karl?” you said with a slightly jumped voice not expecting him to do that. “Can we gooo” he whined as he moved you around in his arms. “Why do you wanna go right now? I thought you were having fun?”, “not really because sapnap is taking you from me” Karl mumbled. “Im just tiredddd” he lied as you smirked.
It was kinda easy to hear his muffled voice since he was so close to you. Deciding to mess with him because of that you started to whine too. “But i was just talking to sapnap i don't wanna leave him nowwww” he put on a pouty face as he turned you towards him. “Pleaseeee” he whined, sounding more desperate. “Admit your jealousy then we can” his face turned a bright red. He didn't think you heard him and even if you did he thought you would only hear a muffled mumble. “I-'' not wanting to lie and dig himself in a little hoe since it was obvious you heard him so where was the point in lying, he finally said, “fine i'm jealous of you and sapnappp.” you chuckled at his words and walked over to sapnap informing him you and karl were leaving because karl was “tired.” You walked back over as Karl held out his hand for you to hold it.
“Your jealousssss” you chuckled as you both were leaving, “shhhh-” “karl is jealoussssss” instead of him being mad at your little tease he was more happy and couldn't help back have a little smirk on his face. Yeah he was jealous, but that just shows how much he loves you <3
#karl jacobs#karl x reader#dsmp imagine#dsmp x reader#dsmp#mcyt#first post on new account#mcyt imagine#mcyt x y/n
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Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where, since Peter had to quit robotics and marching band for spider man, and reader gets kinda sad. It can be an established relationship or pining friends, whichever one you choose. But reader gets kinda sad because that was “their” activities and for Peter to quit so out of no where and not explain to them. Like a little argument that ends up being a way to bring them even more together. I love your writing style :)))
2 weeks ago, Peter walked into robotics late.
"Where were you?"
"I got busy. Give me a second."
"Pet-" You sighed and continued to work on your project.
"I'll see you later, Y/N"
"Wait, what? Where are you going?"
"I gotta go, I'll see you at 5 at my place." He placed a quick kiss on your cheek.
"Peter?!" He was already out the door.
"Mr. Gutierrez?"
"Yes, Y/N?"
"Peter?"
"Oh, he quit."
"What?"
"He said he couldn't come anymore and he felt sorry and he quit."
1 week ago
He was late again but this time to the marching band, he didn't even bother to look over at you. He ran in and out.
"Mr.-"
"Peter quit."
You glared at the brunette sitting across from you for the first time in weeks. You felt as if he was ignoring you. You felt like he became closer to MJ. You looked between Ned, MJ and Peter.
"Peter?" Peter ignored you.
"Peter?" You said a little louder. They laughed at something Ned said. You felt tears fill your eyes. You looked away and left the table.
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"Y/N?" You didn't look at him.
"Mom let you in?"
"Yeah, why'd you leave?" You scoffed
"Are you seriously asking me why I left?"
"Yeah?" Peter's brows furrowed
"Peter, you've been ignoring me for the past two weeks."
"No, I haven't."
"You didn't acknowledge me at lunch."
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."
"Peter, it's not just you not acknowledging me during lunch. You quit robotics and marching band out of nowhere. That, that was our time together, it was our thing to do as a couple and you just got up and left without telling me anything. And then, all of a sudden you and MJ are best friends. You and Ned have star wars, legos and have practically every single class together. I feel left out, Peter. I feel like you just didn't want to hang out with me anymore. You disappear during the day and in the middle of our dates. What's going on? I feel like everyone knows but me." You felt the tears slip from your eyes.
"Y/N... I... I didn't realize. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ignore your feelings or even ignore you. I just had a lot going on with the Stark internship-"
"Stark internship?" Peter hesitated to continue, he should tell you the truth, but he felt that if you knew what was really going on people would come after you. He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't lose you. He sighed.
"Well, yeah. It's kind of an internship."
"What do you mean? It's either an internship or not."
"Okay, just don't freak out."
"Peter?"
"Close your eyes." You looked at him questioningly
"Please." You closed your eyes. Your eyes shot open when you heard a zipper come undone
"What are you doing?!"
"Shhhh, trust me."
"Peter, why are you taking off your clothes?!" You whispered and quickly turned around.
"Okay, you can turn around."
"You're not naked are you?" Peter laughed
"No." You hesitantly turned back around, you looked at him confused
"Nice spider man cosplay?"
"What?"
"Spider man cosplay."
"It's not a costume."
"Peter," You rolled your eyes
"Okay." You felt your hand stick to your desk.
"What the?" You looked down at your hand
"DID YOU JUST WEB ME?"
"Do you believe me now?"
"Peter," You squealed trying to pull your hand free.
"It'll dissolve in a couple hours."
"Peter Parker." He laughed
"I got you." He made his way towards you and grabbed into the web.
"So, Spider-man huh?"
"Yeah?"
"How'd that happen? Spider bite?" You laughed
"Yeah, actually."
"Wait, seriously?" Peter nodded and placed a kiss on your forehead. You blushed.
How'd Ned and MJ find out?"
"Ned caught me crawling on the ceiling and MJ well is MJ, if that makes sense."
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"For trusting me with this."
"Of course, I love you."
"I love you too."
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i'm sorry,but do you think you can do a re-destro x reader fic where the reader has a nightmare and re destro tries to calm them down or something? thank you.
(No apologies needed. Writing this is therapy for me.💗)
~Carry Me Through The Storm~
headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up
He watched you from the entrance of the hallway as you mindlessly flipped through the different news broadcasts reporting on the current storm right outside your home. You didn’t seem to display any sort of urgency in your expression but then again he knew it could quite possibly be a ruse of sorts. His eyes cut to the view outside the window currently cracked open ever so slightly. The wind had picked up significantly since earlier this morning when he headed into work. He took a half day right on time considering the rainfall had increased right as he made it home. As the CEO he usually didn’t like to grant himself many break privileges from work even though he knew he could do so any time he wanted. However, he was likely to take the day off tomorrow if the storm stirred up too much damage around Deika.
“My love, are you coming to bed soon?” He didn’t mean to startle you and promptly apologized for not announcing his presence better when he saw the way you flinched in your seat. You smiled gently at him. “Yeah I guess it’s getting late huh? I just wanted to stay awake a little longer and survey the storm’s path but it looks like we’re not in the red zone so it should be alright. Are you heading in tomorrow?” You asked him while shutting off the TV and standing to stretch the exhaustion from your body. “I’m not entirely sure just yet but it’s looking like it. Here...” He crossed floor and closed the empty space between you before grabbing at your hand gently and trailing you to the bedroom. You’d already long since showered and put on your pajamas when you decided on weather watching earlier in the night. Before settling into bed you’d shot a text to the groupchat allowing the others to come hunker down with you and Rikiya if the storm got too bad for them. Of course you smiled reading the replies:
Chitose-Such kindness! I’ll take you up on that offer if needed! Have a good night you two;)
Hanabata- Thanks but it’s not too bad at my place. I’ll keep you updated though. Goodnight
Tomoyasu-No thanks. It’s just a little rain. I’m sure I’ll be fine. GN
Geten-It’s just a storm, not a full on hurricane or tornado warning.
“Dearest?” Rikiya called out to you from his side of the bed. He was turned on his side and watching you with worried eyes. “I’m okay, it’s okay. I was just letting the others know they could join us if the weather gets bad enough.” You reassured him before locking your phone and putting it on the charger. You crawled into bed and like a moth to a flame did Rikiya grasp onto you in a tight embrace. He showered you in kisses until you laughed and lightly pushed him away. “I love you Rikiya.” You looked up at him and admired the soft twinkle his eyes held for you and you alone. “I love you as well, my Y/N. Now please get some rest.” He placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead and tried to ignore the swell in his chest when you cuddled up closer to him. At any rate he would be too giddy to sleep if he didn’t ignore it. With one final kiss, soft as butter on your temple, he finally closed his eyes and went to sleep cuddling you. Unfortunately the peace did not last long as you jolted awake in the middle of the night startling him with you scream and the steady stream of tears following behind it. He could feel his heart hammering out of his chest as he quickly sat up with you and tried to calm you down. “Shhh shhhh, it’s okay my love! You’re okay! You’re safe, shhhh.” While he was speaking to you he also looked you over a couple of times to make sure you were okay, eyes darting over your figure in search of any injury. He was a little more calm when he noticed you were okay. It was clear to him that there were no outside factors to contribute in the moment and that it was simply something internal instead.
A nightmare...
“My love, what was it?” He didn’t need to specify since you knew he was asking about the nightmare you had. After you calmed yourself enough to regain your voice, you shakily told him what was wrong. You expressed the vividness of the dream your subconscious compiled for you. Worst case scenario: you told him about how he died in this dream of yours. He immediately grimaced before holding you even tighter and beginning to rock lightly. “Dearest I’m here right now, and I am real. None of your dream could ever be true nor could it ever possibly come to fruition in the near future. I sincerely doubt I’ll be killed by anything like that at any time in my life so you can let that go if you will. I am here and I am alive. Please try to calm yourself hmm?” You peeked up at him from the comfort and warmth of his chest. He was smiling so sweetly at you, a positive sign that things would be alright. Finally you’d fallen silent from sniffling and started to feel sleep get it’s clammy hooks into you again. Eventually you couldn’t help but to fall asleep to the gentle rocking motions as he held you tucked firmly against him. Although you slept (this time peacefully), he’s stayed awake just a little while longer to watch over your sleeping form in his arms.
#redestro#rikiya yotsubashi#mla#meta liberation army#rikiya yotsubashi x reader#scenario#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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