#like the mind behind the wall and dark side of the moon and animals and the final cut and wish you were here and much more i cannot fit

[sundayin96]

anyone for the past like six months: so what have you been up to?

me: i really just psycho analyze roger waters all the time pretty much these days wbu?

[themultifanshipper]

Granted, it was a bad idea to go camping in the forest on halloween.

And yes, it was a bad idea to go hiking while the sun was setting and it would soon be night-time.

So of course, you were lost, alone, in the rapidly darkening woods while the sound of wolves echoed in the distance.

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: smut, literal doggystyle, biting, issues around consent? Idk just read cautiously bc it's kind of unclear

Sue you, you were an adventurer at heart and god forbid, you wanted to have some fucking fun after a hellish week at work.

But unfortunately your current predicament meant that you had no cell service and no way to get back to your car, so you walked.

And walked. For hours.

Just when you were about to start actually panicking, you spotted a faint light up ahead.

It turns out it was coming from a wooden cottage, from which you could see smoke coming out of the chimney.

Perfect. They probably had a phone or a car or some way to help you.

You knocked on the door.

No answer.

After a few seconds you knocked again, a bit harder, but still no answer.

A loud wolf howl suddenly breaking the eerie silence of the woods made you jump out of your skin and you knocked again, slightly panicking.

“Please” you muttered, but it was no use.

The howling suddenly stopped and somehow that was even scarier as your heart rate increased drastically.

A faint rumbling could be heard in the distance.

You weren't sure how to describe the sound. It was low and rythmically stopped every few seconds as if... as if it was coming from some sort of animal.

So growling. Something was growling out there, and as the sound got progressively louder, you realised it must be getting closer.

Leaves rustled all around you, and as you stood there, terrified out of your mind and glued to the door, a sudden shift in the air bathed you in a bright light.

You looked up to see the clouds moving and realised you were not looking a an alien ship coming to abduct you, but at the moon.

The full moon.

Another howl broke through your sanity and this one was much louder.

So loud in fact, that you realised it was right on the other side of the cabin.

Another wave of panic overtook you and your hand went straight to the door handle and turned it in a last ditch effort to get inside.

The door swung open and you could’ve cried at the relief as you ran inside and shut the door behind you.

In that brief moment of calm, you took in your surroundings and were surprised to see it was very cosy.

And was actually much bigger than it looked from outside.

You were in a living room, with big luxurious sofas and a beautifully carved wooden coffee table.

The walls were covered in framed pictures and paintings and in one corner was the kitchen, and in the other was a massive fireplace where a fire was crackling.

You looked at the undulating flames, and somehow all your worries slipped from your mind.

The comfort of the heat and the homely decor made you sleepy, and you realised how long you'd been wandering the forest for when your eyes settled on a clock.

It read 3:27 ... it had been dark for over 7 hours!

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of heavy footsteps falling on the porch outside.

You did the first thing you thought of, you ran to the nearest door and wrenched it open, revealing a bedroom, decorated similarly to the living room, with a huge canopy bed in the middle of it.

But you didn't dwell on the decor.

You shut the door, leaving just a tiny crack from which to observe from, as the front door of the cabin opened.

To your surprise, a dog entered.

But never mind how on earth a dog managed to turn a handle, no, that wasn't the strangest thing about it.

What caught your attention was it's size.

It was fucking enormous. Like, if it stood on its hind legs, its head would probably touch the ceiling.

It had soft black fur and looked like a mix between a doberman, and...

Well, a wolf.

It looked at the clock (What???) and whined, it's head hanging as if it was exasperated. Could a dog be exasperated? Also, can dogs read clocks???

And more importantly why is this dog the size of a fucking horse???

All these questions swam in your mind and you didn't register that it was coming towards you until it was too late.

It pushed the door open and startled when it saw you, cowering on the floor pathetically.

It narrowed its eyes and growled softly, and you realised that was what you heard when you were outside.

It stalked towards you and you backed up slowly, your back eventually hitting the edge of the bed.

You climbed on backwards, but soon enough your back hit the headboard, and you were well and truly cornered, nowhere else left to run.

The terrified look on your face seemed to amuse the dog and it let out something akin to a growly chuckle as it advanced, crawling up onto the bed after you.

Once it got close enough, it secured it's mouth around one of your ankles, not biting exactly, but hard enough to be able to yank you back down the bed, so that you were laying flat while it towered over yyou.

You were too scared to make any kind of noise, it was going to eat you, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were about to be eaten by a horse sized dog, and your body would be found by the owner of the cabin.

As if reading your mind, the dog smirked.

Well, dogs can't smirk, but if they could, that's what this one was definitely doing.

Instead of eating you however, it plopped down on top of you with its two front paws (which were almost bigger than human hands) on your shoulders, holding you down.

It still looked mildly pissed off, but nowhere near as angry as it was, and it just stared at you.

And you stared back.

And the two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, the dog not making any moves, and you certainly not trying to do anything to piss the dog off more.

As time went on, you started getting frustrated.

If this dog wanted to kill you, surely it would have by now.

What on earth was it doing?

Its piercing eyes were fixed on yours and you shivered.

Something about the way it was looking at you was, for lack of a better word, almost human.

“Hello?” you tried tentatively, not really knowing what to expect.

It tilted its head expectantly so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“Good dog”

If a dog could look unimpressed, this one certainly did.

“You're heavy as fuck you know that?” you said, and to your utter shock, the dog nodded.

“Can... Can you understand me?”

The dog nodded again and you were so bewildered you didn't think before asking “Can you talk?”

The dog looked up at the ceiling, rolling its eyes as if to say “a talking dog? Really? Fucking idiot”.

Understandable.

“What are you?” you asked instead and the dog huffed in annoyance.

Right. If it can't talk then it can't fucking answer, dumbass.

“Do you live here?” you tried.

It nodded.

“Do you have a master?”

That was apparently the wrong thing to ask because it growled and bared its teeth at you.

“No, okay, sorry. Do you live here alone?”

It nodded again.

That didn't really make sense to you so you huffed out a frustrated laugh.

“What are you? Some kind of werewolf dog thing? Are you gonna turn into a man when the sun comes up?” You were clearly joking, but the dog nodded defiantly.

You froze.

“You- you're a werewolf?”

It nodded again.

You turned your head to look at the window, it was starting to get light out.

“You're going to turn into a man?”

It nodded.

Your eyes travelled over its body.

“Are you going to be naked?”

It narrowed its eyes and nodded slowly.

You gulped, for some reason that made you more nervous than the idea of being eaten.

You realised you'd said that out loud when the dog barked out a laugh.

Its features were getting more human by the minute, and he crawled off you in favour of rummaging through a pile of clothes.

He was slowly shrinking, fur getting shorter and shorter while his paws morphed into hands.

He grabbed a dressing gown and stuck his front legs (arms???) Through the sleeves and stood up.

He had his back to you so you couldn't see much, but his legs turned into human legs, albeit rather hairy ones, and the fur on his head grew until you realised it was actually his hair and that his ears had gone.

He turned around slowly.

He was indeed a man. A rather angry looking man, but a man none the less.

He stalked towards you and climbed onto the bed.

You'd been so weirded out by the whole experience you hadn't moved a muscle.

He straddled you and held you down, his hands on your shoulders like before, and snarled.

“Okay, now that I can talk, what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

A Spanish werewolf?

Okay sure, why not.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked, voice trembling.

This insanely hot man was weirdly more terrifying than the giant dog.

He smirked as if reading your thoughts.

“That depends on your answer”

His voice was deep, and flowed like honey as it washed over you.

“I'm sorry. I was lost in the forest and I thought something was coming for me and I was scared so I came in ... I'm sorry I can just go and forget this ever happened”

That seemed to satisfy him and he let go of your shoulders, leaning back on his haunches as he took you in.

“You are lucky I did not find you in the forest last night. I would not have been able to hold myself back.”

A shiver ran through you. Somehow you had a feeling he wasn't talking about eating.

“So what are you going to do to me now?”

He licked his lips and his eyes darkened.

“I'm going to take my payment for being nice enough to let you go without eating you”

You gasped at his tone. His voice had dropped several octaves and his hands ran slowly up your sides.

He leaned over you close enough to whisper in your ear.

“And it's been a while since I had anyone trembling under me like this”

His delicate fingers came up to unbutton your shirt, popping the buttons one by one while nosing up your neck and jaw.

“Don't worry, hermosa. I'm going to make it good for you” his husky voice sent chills up your spine and you found yourself breathing heavier as his hands got lower.

He shuffled down your body, popping the button on your jeans before taking the zipper between his teeth and dragging it down, dark eyes never leaving yours.

Your body was overheating and you needed your clothes off now.

Suddenly he froze and a loud growl came from deep within him.

“I can smell you, you're fucking dripping for me”

He pressed his face to the crotch of your jeans and breathed in your scent that was driving him wild with lust.

He ripped your jeans off, tearing them at the seams and threw them across the room.

“Turn around” he rasped and you wasted no time doing so, settling on your elbows with your ass up in the air.

He groaned at the sight of you so pliant underneath him.

“Look at you presenting yourself like a bitch in heat for me”

You whined pathetically, wiggling your hips in an effort to make him do something, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable.

He ripped off your underwear easily and growled, pushing two fingers inside you easily.

It briefly sated something deep inside you, but it wasn't enough. You needed him to fill you up, stretch you to your limits, breed you until you couldn't walk.

You heard him huff out a laugh behind you.

“I am going to fill you up so good, nobody will ever be able to satisfy you like I can”

His tip breached you and you mewled, he felt so big already you were scared he would hurt you.

But once again, he read your mind.

“Don't worry, I will go slow... at first”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, invading your body as you tensed and quivered around him.

Once he was fully inside he let out a breath and draped himself over you, mouthing at your neck.

“You are doing so well, it is like you were made for me. Maybe I should keep you and fill you with my seed until it takes, hmm? Would you like that? Being the werewolf's little plaything?”

You moaned as he shifted inside you, getting ready to pound into you.

His lips hovered over a sensitive spot on your neck and licked over it, rough tongue making the skin tingle with light pain.

When you felt him place his teeth there you tensed up, feeling what he about to do a second before he did.

He sank his teeth in, piercing your skin painfully and at the same time thrusted his cock into you, the mix of pain and pleasure making you scream out.

He didn't stop the onslaught of his hips, and you squirmed but he held you in place with his weight and his teeth sinking further into your shoulder the more you moved.

It was animalistic, the way he held you in place while pounding into you with only one goal in mind: filling you up, claiming you as his.

The stretch of his cock inside your walls was delicious, the pleasure blinding you, making you almost push your hips back against him to take more.

You don't know why, but for some reason you trusted him completely, surrendering your body to him as you mind became fuzzy with need.

His hips sped up, increasing your pleasure and his, and it didn't take too long before you were clenching around him and riding out the waves of an orgasm.

He didn't stop though, his hips slapped against yours as he chased his own high.

Your body was on fire, overstimulated cunt being abused relentlessly while your shoulder burned and bled all over the sheets, the smell of it driving him wild and making him drive his hips into you even harder.

You were panting and moaning uncontrollably, all the sensations too much as you hurtled towards another orgasm, and this time your body went completely limp so he released your shoulder and lifted you upright so that he could pound into you from below, arms circling your waist and chest, one hand coming to hold your neck and expose your wound.

His tongue came out to lap at the blood dripping from it, licking over the bite possessively.

“Mine.” He growled and your orgasm washed over you, so intense that no sound came out as you trembled in his hold and he followed soon after, filling you up like he promised before laying you down flat.

He didn't soften though, and he kept thrusting into you gently, as you lay there unable to do anything but take it.

He slid a comforting hand up and down your back and you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness as his cum leaked out of you and he just kept going.

“Go to sleep, hermosa. You are going to need it for tomorrow. I will keep filling you up while you rest.”

You fell asleep with a soft smile, and a cum filled pussy as he filled you, again and again, breeding you on his cock.

You woke with a start, stiff back protesting as you shot up in your seat.

You were in your car, parked exactly where you'd left it the day before.

Your clothes were intact and your camping gear was in the back seat.

You checked your phone.

It was midday of the day after your trip.

You felt yourself up, even slipping a hand down your pants.

Everything felt normal, not sore, or wet.

You didn't know how any of this was possible, but you knew you hadn't imagined last night.

You couldn't have, it was so vivid... and yet...

You looked around and saw nothing of note so you started the car, quickly finding a road and got out of the forest.

There was absolutely no proof of what had happened last night, you hadn't even caught the man's name, and you rang your best friend to tell her about it and she just laughed, saying you’d probably had some weird lucid dream.

But you knew in your heart what happened was real.

The sun was almost blinding you as you drove so you pulled down the sun guard.

You almost crashed the car when you caught a glimpse of your neck in the small mirror.

You emergency parked on the side of the road and stared at your reflection.

There, clear as day, were clear teeth marks imprinted in your skin.

They were fresh, but as you prodded the wound with your finger, there was no pain whatsoever.

What there was instead was a dull ache.

The ache came from deep inside you, like a yearning.

You felt like you were going to burst into tears, and you didn't even know why.

What you did know, is that you had to find him again. You had to.

I will find you, you thought desperately.

Something purred inside you contentedly, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

A deep voice echoed in the back of your mind.

‘I'll be waiting’...

[merbear25]

Hi, can you make Germany fear play with female reader please? (For the Kinktober entry)

At first, I had no idea what to write. Then, I figured it's Halloween, so might as well have fun with that 🎃 Hope you like it 💜🧡

All Hallow’s Eve—It was one of your favorite times of the year: the fall of the changed leaves, the chilled breeze embracing you, and the scary costumes. Though there were many creatures of the night that you adored, there were some that struck fear into your heart, and yet you craved it. Your partner did too and was more than willing to bring your fears to life.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, fear play (monster role-play), vaginal penetration, rough touches, intimidation

Under the full moon’s light (Germany)

The crisp autumn air and the faint smell of leaves collected outside of the cabin window. Midnight clouds rolled past the soft glow of the moon as the rickety branches tapped against the window. Sleep didn’t find you easily. Tossing and turning, the draft crept up your leg and stirred you awake.

Fluttering your eyes open, the full moon peeking in between the curtains allowed the only view of the world around you. Its beam led your eyes to the far end of the room. The bedroom door was ajar, giving the darkness of the hallway entry.

Nothing that could be lurking made itself known at that moment. Only the settling of the cabin filled the air, but even then you were on high alert. 

Shifting of a figure beyond that threshold—Perhaps your eyes were just playing tricks on you. The thought of calling out to see if it was merely your boyfriend crossed your mind, but then again, you might just be inviting whatever was waiting in the shadows into your space.

Scraping along the corridor’s walls—Your heart quickened. You attempted to rationalize it, but your imagination was overpowering. Bringinging your knees to your chest, you clung to yourself in a vain attempt at self-soothing.

The creaking of floorboards, the shuffling of heavy boots, and it halting outside your room: you didn’t wish to see anything. Even if there was nothing to be found, your imagination was your worst enemy at times.

Footsteps slowly passed through the door frame and stopped at the side of your bed. Pretending to be asleep was futile. Your shaky form eluded to your knowledge that something sinister had you just within reach.

When a hand was placed on your hip, the familiar touch sunk in. There weren’t many times the two of you indulged in your fantasies, but tonight was an exception. His finger started clawing into you, kneading your soft flesh through the sheets. His soft breaths soon became deeper and slower. 

Promptly, he picked you up and tossed you further onto the bed. A sharp inhale sliced through the air. You couldn’t see him, not fully, but the soft glow of the night illuminated behind him, painting a silhouette. His hair was wild, tufts of it seemingly surrounding him. The feeling of his hands were rough, the nails thick and sharp. 

You whined from the twinges of pain from the tips of his nails—claws were more fitting. He growled at the current state of you. Such delectable meek prey and it was his for the taking. He dragged his claws down your thighs before planting them on either side of you. His bare chest tickled your breasts. When you brought up your hands instinctively, your delicate fingers were submerged in the overgrowth of hair.

A panicked gasp trailed past your lips, which only added the garnish on the meal you were presenting as. His breath was hot against your neck. Shivers were sent down your spine when you felt him tasting you. The lathering of his tongue on you was that done by an animal. Nips at your sensitive flesh and digging nails into your exposed body had your heart racing.

“You taste so good.” His hunger was insatiable. “I could eat every inch of you and savor your flavor left on my fingers.” He pressed his erection against your warm core. Bolts of electricity coursed through you, causing your arousal to grow into a blistering heat.

Your scent wafted between you two. The sweet smell of your wetness had him needing more. He groaned against you, his thrusts pressing more firmly almost uncomfortably so. In his current state, you were nervous to run your hands over him, to even touch him, and yet it sent you into a whirlwind of desire.

That hesitation you showed was divine. “Such a pretty little thing when you’re struck with fear.” His voice was growing more ragged the longer he had you pinned down.

The more he rubbed himself against you, the wetter you got. Your pants became more labored as he pressed against your clit. The roughness of clothing and the forcefulness of his presence brewed the perfect amount of friction to make you eager for more.

Each subtle quake of your legs, the biting of your lips, the way your eyes fluttered shut: you couldn’t have made yourself more obvious. You needed him to take you, to unleash the beast upon you. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“You want it? Then say it.” He was practically foaming at the mouth at the sweet release you were about to promise him.

“I… I want it,” you whispered from the feigned imposing threat.

“Louder. Convince me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you trembled under his command. “I want it! Please, I need it so bad!” You cried out.

Those lustful pleas swarmed him, and he welcomed each anxiety induced pant from you as if they were a confession of love.

“Oh, you sound just as good as you taste.” In a swift movement, he ripped off your bottoms and threw them into the dark void beyond your bed. You were his, the sacrificial lamb meant for the ghoulish creatures.

Despite his hairy texture, you yearned to reach out and touch your lover. The hesitation of your fingertips placing on his abs had your fight or flight urging you not to indulge in the macabre. Him slapping his cock against your precious sweet spot caused you to gasp and whimper. He pressed the tip in and relished the sensation of your warmth accompanying his full length.

The spasming of your dripping core never failed to send him into a frenzy, but the special occasion caused his blood to spike even more. He plunged into you in one quick buck. Your blissful cries were a symphony that only he was allowed to hear, and he planned on playing it on repeat until your voice was hoarse.

Your nails dragged down his arms in desperation of holding onto anything that would keep you steady. Each movement was growing rougher and rougher by the second. Your body couldn’t handle such abrasive action. However, you couldn’t deny the allure of it—to be rendered helpless by your lover.

His gravelly grunts rumbled in his throat. He repositioned you, so that your legs were firmly hooked over his biceps, giving himself permission to go deeper. Your shrieks of euphoria hung on your lips as you felt yourself being split in two. Each plunge felt as if it was going to be your undoing.

You coated him entirely, leaving the patches of hair he prepared for the costume matted against his skin. He couldn’t get enough of you like this. Both of you had your own twisted fantasies you enjoyed living out, but this was by far his favorite of yours. Your response to him, the fear in your voice and eyes, it all made the payoff so much more worth it. 

“Perfect little morsel. My delicious meal I’ll devour whole.” His breath was hot against your ear. Him licking at your ear was your undoing.

Your entire body tensed from the fast approaching rush of your shared wanton peak. Panting and whining from the overwhelming shockwaves scaling your inner walls left you spread out on the sacrificial table, ready to be taken.

He bit your neck and lapped at the mark as he pushed you through your climax. As your final waves dispersed, he followed suit. A raspy and rough groan bathed your sensitive skin, while he let you feel every drop of him.

Shaky breaths mixed in the air. The scent of fervorous passion lingered and filled the room and trailed into the hallway. The darkness of the night engulfed the cabin. The glow of the full moon was completely hidden behind the thick clouds, making the only source of light the soft glow of the jack-o-lantern on the front porch.

[crazychaoticizzy]

Something to Hold

After being gone for weeks, Levi makes a surprise visit home.

LEVI X READER

CONTENT: fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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You were always happiest when Levi wasn’t away, even if you were in a slump. Seeing him could brighten any dark day for you. You were so in love with him. If someone told you that he’d hung the moon from a string himself, you would have believed them.

Your only problem is that he’s gone more often than not, leaving you in a quiet house with no one to talk to during the day or to hold at night.

That’s why he had gotten you a stuffed animal for your birthday. It was a crochet cow he had asked someone to make, though you’re not sure who he asked. You cherished it with your entire being, hugging it to your chest at night and sometimes having one sided conversations with it during the day.

You usually know in advance when Levi will come home, and you move the cow yo the side so you can hold him at night instead.

This time, however, his arrival was a surprise, and you never got the chance to move the cow.

You had been getting ready for bed, but you paused and greeted him with your usual kiss on the cheek and embrace. He wasn’t one for physical affection, but he always loved receiving your hugs when he got home. That was evident in the way he squeezed you, as if you would suddenly disappear if he loosened his grip.

“What brings you home early? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until next week,” you said, your words being a bit muffled by the green cape he wore.

“I managed to take more time off. Your birthday is tomorrow, after all,” he replied. He kicked the door shut behind him, lifting you up to take you further into the house. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

You had completely forgotten about your birthday. The days started blending a long time ago, and the only concept of time you had was counting down the days until Levi returned, and then counting the days until he left again.

“Is it already?” you asked, lifting your head from his shoulder. “I didn’t think it’d be for another long while.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s tomorrow.”

You nodded, pulling away from his embrace and taking his cape from

his shoulders. You draped it across the couch to be moved later, gently running your hands across his shoulders and massaging them.

“Have you had dinner already? I ate not to long ago, but I can make you something,” you said.

He let out a breath, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes. “It’s fine. I’m not hungry.”

You hummed, continuing to massage the tenseness from his shoulders. “You seem tired,” you commented. “More so than usual.”

“I am. Those new cadets are a pain in the ass,” he responded. “Not to mention we ran into a female titan on this last expedition.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you said quietly. You led him to sit with you on the couch. “How are you feeling? Do you want me to make you tea?”

He shook his head. “No. Just sit here with me.”

He reached for your hand, a small movement you barely noticed. You extended your hand to him, taking his and giving it a small squeeze.

The two of you sat there in silence, basking in each others presence.

This is what he loved, what he lived for. Simply spending time in the same room as you. He often enjoyed the comfortable quiet between you more, but he didn’t mind talking.

You exchanged a couple words, and after a couple minutes he said, “You look tired. We should go to bed.”

He always said we, even if the both of you knew you would be the only one actually getting sleep.

But you nodded anyways, proving your tiredness by yawning as you stood up and stretched. “That sounds good,” you said.

He followed you into the bedroom, where he quickly changed into more comfortable clothes before lying in bed with you.

You instinctively turned towards the wall, with your back towards him and hugging the cow plushie to your chest like it was a lifeline. You slowly breathed out, relaxing a bit before beginning to doze off.

But Levi’s quiet curse kept you awake, and you turned your head to him ever so slightly. You hummed in question, keeping your eyes closed.

“This damn cow,” he quietly said, just in case you were sleeping. It was possible the hum might have been a subconsciously made sound. “You’re hugging it like it’s the love of your life.”

You quietly snorted, shaking your head and opening one eye to look at him. “Are you jealous of a stuffed cow?” you teased, still smiling. “Aww, are you being clingy tonight?”

He glared at you, reaching over your body to pluck the cow from your arms and toss it away without saying anything.

“Hug me while I’m here if you need something to hold,” he said.

You didn’t even move, because he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him. You laughed again, turning in his arms to face him.

“And you’re sure you’re not doing this because you missed me and want to cuddle?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“Positive. I missed you but don’t want to cuddle.”

You knew he was lying because he lifted a hand to his ear. He pretended to run a hand through his hair, but you noticed he made sure his entire ear was covered. He did this whenever he lied, because you and Hange jokingly hold him that his ears turned red when he lied.

You haven’t done anything to tell him otherwise, because you thought it was cute when he did it.

You chuckled again, wrapping an arm around his torso and tucking your head into his chest. “I’m glad you’re back. Even if it’s just for a bit before you leave again.”

“I am, too.” His hand slowly rubbed small circles on your back.

“I love you.”

He hummed in response, and kissed the top of your head.

You knew that was all you would get, but you weren’t mad about it. You knew he didn’t say it often, and when he did it was in the privacy of your own home when you were barely paying attention.

But you loved it all the same.

And later, when it was the middle of the night and you had already been sleeping for hours, he said it. Quietly, but he’d said it.

“I love you, too.”

no clue if this is in any way accurate to him but this was self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

-Izzy <3

[flash-the-readies]

Building a house in the sims 4 but every room is a different pink floyd album

I built this ages ago and it just now occurred to me that I could share this here. I was inspired by a lilsimsie video where she did the same thing except each room is a different Taylor Swift album.

So I built this shell of a house with 14 rooms (+ the exterior so 15 total albums) and then randomised an album for each room and decorated accordingly. Since I wasn't planning on actually playing in the house I didn't bother with landscaping lmao. Sorry for the awkwardly wide shots, I got lazy taking screenshots.

Anyways I suggest making it into a game by going through the photos first and trying to guess which album they are before reading. Let me know if you get them all and what references you catch

As a bonus I added the interior design styles I was vaguely inspired by

Here's the downstairs and upstairs floorplans

The exterior: I cannot make this up. I got the Wall, I was cackling

Style: I wanted English cottage but not in a thatched roof way.. in a Georgian way... and then I remembered I started complaining about Georgian cottages so I added more...shape and ended up with this... eh...

The Entryway: Ummagumma

Style: a bit transitional, she's homey, she's relaxed

I started off thinking I was going to make a relatively ordinary house

Downstairs hallway: Endless River

That basegame gradient wallpaper was actually perfect. This is the second room I did and slowly started dropping any pretenses that this was going to be an ordinary house

Downstairs Powder room: Momentary Lapse of Reason

Style: coastal but in an extra silly goofy way

THIS is where I finally decided to embrace the chaos. Unfortunately I didn't get a bedroom for this album but I actually like how it turned out.

The dining room: Wish You Were Here

Style: brutalism and minimalism

I'm actually obsessed with how this one (pls notice the grate behind the table)

The kitchen: Meddle

Style: Rustic, cottage

This was difficult...I was heavily relying on the colour scheme and references to the lyrics since the album cover looks like.. well... that...

The office: A Saucerful of Secrets

Style: 60s space age and Mid-Century modern

I was so thrilled to use that 60s space age chair

The living room: Obscured by Clouds

Style: traditional

I shared this with my dad and this room made him laugh.. I too was cackling while decorating it

laundry/utility/mudroom: Division Bell

Style: .......... fuck if I know

pls tell me you see the vision because this was a struggle

Upstairs hallway: More

Style: Spanish revival, Spanish colonial

uh... there wasn't much to do here but that's what I had in mind. Not pictured is a nice wooden chandelier above the stairs.

.......... I take it back. This was even more of a struggle

Bedroom 1: Animals

Style: Industrial

This is probably my second favourite room

Bedroom 2: Atom Heart Mother

Style: She's rustic, she's farmhouse

I HAD to use that topiary

Bedroom 3: Dark Side of the Moon

Style: If I had to choose one I would say contemporary even though it's not actually reflected in the room

Discover University actually came with a Dark Side inspired poster so I KNEW I would be using it

Bedroom 4: The Final Cut

pls tell me why the two kids' rooms ended up being colour-drenched in black..

(the bed is a military cot....)

Upstairs bathroom: Piper at the Gates of Dawn

style:... she's ...... eclectic

Saved best for last. The Sims has a gnome obsession and I FINALLY got to use them all

[game-weaver]

Requiem of a Soul Room

Despite feeling like he hadn't done much at all, aside from get eaten by a tree, Yugi had been pretty tired. Maybe it was from his magic that was going unchecked, or purely because of the gut wrenching fear he went through, but either way, snuggling up into Atem's arms for the night was the only place he wanted to be. Thankfully, as his mind sleepily wondered over their discussion of soul rooms, he slipped into the darkness of sleep fairly quickly.

Until he inhaled sharply and awoke in bed. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned, not knowing how long he had been asleep. "Ate'?" But he was alone. Blinking, he looked around, had he gotten up in the middle of the night? That had to be right?

Stifling a yawn, he swung his legs out of bed and got up. Trying to shake the sleep off, he stumbled over to where the lightswitch was, tripping over something along the way. Flipping the light on, he looked at the floor, tilting his head in confusion when he saw it was a chess board. When did that get there?

Looking around again, he noted other things scattered about while Atem was still no where to be seen. Puzzles, a board game here or there neatly tucked away, a couple stuffed animals…Something clicked. He was dreaming, had he successfully gotten into his soul room? He felt awfully awake for dreaming, and normally if someone realized they were dreaming they woke up, right? At least, that's how he thought it was supposed to go.

Well, if it was a dream, then there was no danger here right? No reason to be afraid as he explored it. There was his bed and the games he had noted, no windows, a floor length mirror rested against one wall, and on the other a curtain covered something. The wallpaper, now that he looked at it, seemed weathered, decaying along the ceiling and starting to peel. And the games on the worn wooden floor were covered in dust.

That made him sad for some reason.

Going to the curtain first he noted it, too, was quite dusty and chewed as if moths somehow had feasted on it. Taking hold of it, he pulled it to the side and couldn't understand what he was seeing. It was a door, but it was barricaded, boarded up with thick nails and chains, as if Yugi had been keeping something out. He wondered why? Why would he do that?

For now, he left it alone and wandered carefully around the games and by a desk, dragging trails through the ash and mildew with his fingertips as he went. Going to the mirror, he noticed this side of the room was a bit darker, as if the light couldn't quite reach it fully. Wiping the dirt and grime covered surface with his palm, he tilted his head at the eyes staring back him. His eyes, violet with gold flecks, seemed sharper than he remembered.

Continuing to clean the tarnished surface of the mirror, a shiver suddenly went down his spine, as if he was being watched. Movement caught his eye and he realized that there was suddenly grass under his feet, vines growing from behind the mirror and around its edges, digging roots into the wall and further tearing the rotten wallpaper.

"What-"

When he looked back at his reflection he realized the one staring back at him was… Different. Pointed ears and pale as the moon skin, eyes that were sharp and mischievous bore into his own…And wings that rustled against his back. Yugi's eyes widened as he suddenly felt like a fist gripped his heart.

Stop. Running.

It shattered. Shards of mirror and glass rained around him, slicing at his hands and face as Yugi covered his head with a yelp. Light poured in from beyond the mirror and he could faintly hear the sounds of wind in trees…But before he could look up and see what was on the other side, the floor keened and cracked, giving way and suddenly all he could hear was his own scream as he fell.

Air left his lungs in a rush as he slammed onto a cold, hard surface. His vision spun as he writhed in pain, curling up tightly as pain raced down his back. Managing to get onto his knees, he tried to figure out where he was, but all he saw were iron bars and all he heard was horrific laughter.

No…No-

His heart was in his throat and he couldn't scream, couldn't cry out for help, it was like he was paralyzed. Hands reached for him from all angles, the flash of a blade in one hand and he knew he was going to die-

With a crack of thunder and a blinding light that shredded all around him, Yugi shot up in bed, skin slick with sweat and panting. Scrambling out of bed he practically ran for the light…

Only to see his normal room. Everything where it was supposed to be. His door was normal, there was no mirror, early morning sunlight was filtering through the windows, and Atem laid in bed where he had left him.

Covering his mouth with a shaking hand, he tried to make sense of the dream.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

[watcheraurora]

Enemy — An Imaginary Deepfrost AMV

Hi. I'm brainrotting so hard for a Deepfrost animatic/AMV set to Enemy by Imagine Dragons. Specifically the one without rap because I like the ID bridge more (both thematically for Deepfrost and also because I just harbor distaste for most rap in general) so, uh... I wrote it out again, since I can't draw very well or animate

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The first bam of the music is Deepfrost's eyes opening, glowing pale blue, with black sclera. The next bam is him looking to his left, our right. On "Look out for yourself," his face is obscured by swarming shadows.

"I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows" shows him sitting up on his cot in his hideout, the dark, cold basement under the abandoned arcade, blond and green-eyed, and run his hand through his hair. He gets out from under the blanket to reveal his under armor leggings and fluffy socks

"For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground" is him sitting at his hideout computer (with three monitors) and open multiple security camera feeds. One of them is the division. The shot zooms in on it a little

"I'm searching to behold the stories that are told" cross dissolves to Deepfrost out in the field, blue-haired and -eyed, alone, standing opposite Sheriff who is reaching out one hand, the other iced to a wall: You could come back—rehabilitation is always an option on his mouth. Deepfrost wipes his bleeding mouth on the back of his hand

"When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned" Deepfrost turns away, the hopeful smile dropping off Sheriff's face.

The screen swims to a memory—obviously-younger Deepfrost standing opposite Lore and Arctic Fox. Arctic Fox has a hand on Deepfrost's shoulder, smiling behind his face mask and giving him a little shake of the shoulder in appreciation while Deepfrost smiles as the lyrics say, "Tell you you're the greatest"

"But once you turn, they hate us..." Deepfrost turns away as Arctic Fox releases his shoulder, and the screen shows him change from hero to in-between to villain proper in three cuts as he turns his back on Fox and Lore, hood going from down to up and smile disappearing as he walks toward a shadow on the side of the screen, where Impulse, GeminiSlay, Blood Moon, and Poultry Man linger as silhouettes against the shadow, and Arctic Fox's face turns sad but Lore's becomes angry and hateful toward Deepfrost's retreating back as he goes from teenage hero to adult villain.

The bam right before the chorus is a flash of the first time Deepfrost uses the Sonic Shriek against Doc, concentrated on the rings of blue from the sonic blast

"Oh the misery" cuts to Deepfrost dead-stopping a chop from Sheriff on a column of ice that splinters from the force of Sheriff's strength

"Everybody wants to be my enemyyy-Y!" continues the scene as Deepfrost replies with an attack of his own

The next bam is his own attack being blocked by Sheriff

"Spare the sympathy—everybody wants to be—my enemy" is a quick cut to a similar fight, but between Arctic Fox and Deepfrost, still hand-to-hand that continues, clearly showing Arctic Fox winning, getting Deepfrost's arms wrangled behind him until the first "Look out for yourself" where a flare of jagged ice bursts from Deepfrost's hands between him and Arctic Fox, forcing Fox to release him, and he skates away while the "my enemy—look out for yourself" continues, ending with Deepfrost alone and escaped

The shot pans in tight to his face and his eyes look up to the camera, icy blue but full of fight as the song says "But I'm ready"

"Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall" shows Lore and Sheriff talking, Deepfrost on security footage on the computer monitor between the two of them

"And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called" zooms in hard on the monitor to cut to a memory (slightly desaturated colors) of teenage Deepfrost smiling as he trains at hand-to-hand with Arctic Fox and then jump cuts to him as he argues with Lore, a little older but still obviously young

"I stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the time" cuts back to present-day Deepfrost zipping into his body armor, hefting his coat onto his shoulders, and flipping up his hood

The shot flips quick to him standing alone in a plaza, arms out to either side of him from the elbows like he's challenging someone as the lyrics go, "When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic" and as the crescendo turns into a near-scream, a swarm of darkness twists and twines out of his body, consuming the screen

"Tell you you're the greatest" jumps to him standing in front of the other villains, looking straight ahead while they're all prepped for a fight

"But once you turn they hate us" shows the main roster of the division directly facing off against them

At the little "hah" of the vocals in the song, Deepfrost's mouth quirks up into his lopsided, self-satisfied, wicked, playful, devious, smug little smirk

He hurls a burst of white-blue energy across the distance toward the heroes on the first bam of the music that explodes into a shattering of icicles on "oh the misery"

"Everybody wants to be my enemy" is the other villains engaging with the heroes, running, flying, and leaping past him while he takes a step back to do his work from a distance.

"Spare the sympathy—everybody wants to be my enemy" is his angry expression as he does his work in the fight and draws Sheriff right in, keeping himself safe on "look out for yourself!" with a shield of ice blocking one of HoTGuY's arrows from hitting him from a different direction, not even looking at where it came from or where the shield was going, just flinging a hand

The fight continues, the other heroes and villains in the background, Sheriff and Deepfrost in the foreground, showing Deepfrost gaining ground in the fight and at the second "Look out for yourself!" he rips Sheriff's whip from his hands and tosses it away

"They say 'pray it away'" cuts to a brief desaturated shot of teenage Deepfrost with his arms crossed in an armchair, getting lectured by Joel

"I swear that I'll never be a saint, no way" jumps to still-desaturated Deepfrost and Joel fighting—hurling lightning and ice at one another with fury in both of their faces, Deepfrost winning, but only just barely

"A chair in the corner is my place I stay" shows hero Deepfrost lingering at the back of a division meeting with his arms crossed, sitting in the corner, not looking impressed with whatever Joel is presenting on at the front of the room

"I shake and I think about the powers at play, the powers at play" is Deepfrost actually shaking, watching cops descend on a protest in riot gear, baring his teeth in frustration and running to go try and help the protestors, still desaturated

"And the kids in the dark that were doomed from the start" cuts to Deepfrost and Lore fighting again, but now in a dome of darkness where Deepfrost is in full color, eyes glowing and sclera black, but Lore is just a silhouette

The fight continues through "The child in the basement, face to the pavement" including Deepfrost getting slammed down onto the ground and leaping back to his feet

"Oh what a statement, love is embracement, love is a constant, love is a basis" shows Deepfrost stumbling into Skizz's apartment, nose bleeding, blue fading back to blond and green as he sobs and falls into Skizz's arms, who just holds him there. He drops a bundle that is his suit and coat and shakes his head

"He cannot be" shows Deepfrost, Impulse, and Poultry Man all standing together

"She cannot be" shows GeminiSlay and Blood Moon back-to-back, weapons drawn

"They cannot be changed" shows the entire villain crew of the city in a shot that pulls out

"But keep on praying" is Deepfrost sweeping to the front and center, a wicked smile forming on his face

"Goodbye" cloaks the villains in a bubble of darkness

"Oh the misery!" returns and with every heavy beat, the villains are shown destroying a whole bank of factories along the river. Fire, explosions, bursts of ice, a winged silhouette swooping over all of it, accompanied by arrows of light and arcs of an energy sword, one factory crashing down after another while the chorus repeats

Intercut briefly with Lore getting an alert on his screen that shows the villains wrecking carnage on the factories and hitting an emergency button to alert the heroes.

But then back to the villains tearing the buildings down with joy and pleasure.

As the "pray it away, I swear, I'll never be a saint no way" comes back in, the camera starts tightening in on just Deepfrost and his work on the factories, using ice to burst pipes and crumble concrete pillars while the other villains are seen sporadically in the background. The camera spins around him, getting ever closer

On the last "Look out for yourself!" it ends on Deepfrost's glowing eyes and smirk as jags of ice shoot up from the bottom of the frame and cut the 'camera feed' off

[tigorrrr]

Ｔｈｅ Ｂｉｇ Ｃａｔ

Neirah stopped Kung Lao's hat, just in a nick of time, in the mid-air by throwing her own weapon.

The sun was nearly over the horizon but it wasn't dark enough for the group to miss a blur of red furred mass running by the outskirts of Sun Do, unable to run and hide into the woods because of the Mother Wall.

"Baby Hugs!! Come back!!" Johnny's voice was filled with unease when he registered, a moment too late, the petite woman jogged after the imposing animal down the slim backstreets, poorly lit by lanterns and where the moon's rays don't reach.

Neirah did not know why she decided to tail the beast. It is something her ever-seeing-eye will answer her after this event is done and dealt with.

Stopping by a corner, panting, she looked around. Neirah was slightly frustrated when the animal was able to lose her. She opted to listening very intently to her surroundings. Something that big could not have gone far... But somehow the hollers of her friends far in the distance, behind her, were more registable than what she actually wanted to hear.

A few steps ahead, there was her clue, smeared blood on the wall that lead into an alleyway.

Neirah wasted no time tracking down the thing once more.

She knew she was getting closer to her targed because pained whines echoing down the alley were more audiable the closer she had gotten.

Neirah hugged a wall of a house, close enough to the corner of a dead end. She schooled her beating heart and breathing. She didn't underestimated the beast for a moment, it had to know she was near.

Feline whines and whimpers turned to pained moans and hyperventilating, more human than animalistic. It stopped the assassin just for a moment from peaking around the corner.

Uncomfortableness churned her stomach the longer she just kept guessing what is happening there, until her curiosity and need for answers pushed her backside off the wall and side-step into the opening.

Neirah lowered her kunai the moment she registered that there on the ground, naked, bleeding and leaning against a dirty wall was a woman. No beast.

And not just any woman.

Neirah had actually seen her around a few times by the start of the Tournament. Lord Liu Kang was so kind to informally introduce her to that woman from across the room, shared any information he found important enough for the Seeress to know.

They haven't talked. They didn't get the chance. The woman didn't stay around long enough for a reason that Neirah'd guessed were aches from pregnancy.

"Miss...?" Neirah's voice was soft and hesitant when she addressed the wounded woman, her weapon already seated back in it's hidden place.

Nejteri knew the Earthrealmer was there before she spoke. She both heard and sniffed her out, nearing to her. Clenching her fingers onto her shoulder, trying pointlessly to reach at the clean gash across her shoulder-blades.

She met Neirah's gaze over her wrist, the woman held in a gasp. Nejteri's blue eyes unnaturally glowed in the dark when light reflected into them at the right angle.

Being approached like a wounded, cornered animal that she is had her teeth grit and jaw clench, but she was in no way hostile towards the Earthrealmer that knelt by her naked, scraped and dirty legs.

Nejteri had seen her around, briefly, but it's the scent that was more engraved into the back of her mind. And she knows threat when she senses one, this petite woman was nowhere near being a threat.

Tanned, slim digits reached over to the wound on Nejteri's back and she hissed in discomfort when the coldness of Neirah's flesh met hers.

The hand tore back, startled. Neirah grew concerned, the damage didn't look that serious but deep and she is no doctor.

But when Neirah tried to stand a warm, strong hand grasped around her forearm, bringing her back down with urgency. She was about to get the others and that didn't sit well with the pregnant woman.

Nejteri's wide, sharp eyes looked into Neirah's with desperation. "Don't... Do not tell anyone. Please!"

She couldn't let that happen. Couldn't allow that. Or she would be shunned away, like a monster.

Neirah could only stare back, hopelessly, her mind took slowler to register the translation of what she said.

"Please... No one can know." Nejteri blurted again before Neirah had a chance to speak, her grip on the thin wrist was loose and trembling.

For whatever reason, Neirah swallowed dryly, nodding, however unsure.

Neirah @blind-premonition

[kazimakuwabara]

Dalliance - one piece

This sparked a very strange idea for me, So I'll hope you won't mind. To set the scene a little, we're gonna jump in the middle of a story. The crew on a new adventure, separated, and learning some history of the island. I hope you like it

***

"Keep close Usopp, keep close!" Sanji hissed, pausing to wait for Usopp to catch up. When Usopp reached his side, Sanji caught the Sniper's hand clutched to his upper thigh.

"The bandage slip?" Sanji asked, and then aggressively handed Usopp the torch before he could answer, "You say something if it slips! Don't keep quiet! I'm not Chopper, my skills are not as good!"

Sanji then stooped, and plucked up Usopp, draping the injured man over his shoulders in a fireman carry. He let out a low whistle, and their guide, Mogen, circled back for them.

Sanji rushed Usopp over to an alter, dropping the young man on the stone bench seated before a large mosaic mural, and with hurried hands tried to fix the bandages.

"It's okay, we don't have time to stop!" Usopp urged, his voice spiked with fear and tension.

"You'll bleed to death if you just run on it!" Sanji spat in Usopp's face, and then turned back to the bandages, "Hold up that torch so I can see!"

"The Sun and Moon," Mogen's voice spoke from behind the pair.

Usopp and Sanji looked at her, startled by her soft voice.

"What?" Sanji questioned.

Mogen was looking past him, her own Torch raised, "You are on the temple to two gods. The Sun and Moon. Sontse, and his lover, Misyats'. The God Hora stole Misyats' for himself, and tried to make Misyats' their lover. But Misyats'... their heart was for Sontse. They would meet in secret, and dally together while they tried to plan an escape."

"But Hora found out. And of course, this made Hora angry. Hora tried many things to keep Misyats' to himself. He tore the land, and made spikes that towered. He twisted the trees, and made a jungle so thick, one could not hope to pass through it. Hora struck the lands, and poisoned the earth so food would not grow, and animals would die. He told the islanders, that unless Misyats' loved him, all would turn to ash."

"I hate stories when they get to this part," Usopp whispered out of the side of his mouth. "It's build up... but I hate the moment when hope seems lost."

Sanji glanced at Usopp, tying off the bandage that was deeply stained. He removed his jacket, and tore the sleeve off, before tying it around Usopp's leg, "Think it goes well?"

Usopp sighed, "Stories with Gods and sundered love tend to be sad."

"I hate a sad love story..." Sanji muttered, eyes drifting to the stone wall behind them. As he looked at a large ten-foot Mosiac, Mogen continued to speak.

"Misyats' was distraught. He didn't want anyone to die, but to betray his heart was also a curse. A poison that would kill. But in the end, he agreed, and pledged to wed Hora."

The Mosiac, crafted out of millions of tiny colored glass and tiles depicted two masculine figures. One was golden with hair of gold, and eyes of gold. He cupped the face of his dark-skinned Paramoure and kissed their cheek. The dark figure had long black curls, crested with white gems that must have represented stars. He clutched to the golden hand that rest against his heart, keeping it there with thin delicate fingers.

"On the wedding day, Sontse set himself on fire. He burned the woods, the quenched ground, and melted the towers of stone. He was not strong enough to defeat Hora, but he could break everything else, and so he did. And while Hora was distracted, Misyats' stabbed him in the back."

Sanji smiled, chest swelling with pride on instinct.

"There's always a but," Usopp warned sadly, shuddering as his leg flared with pain.

Sanji steadied him, a brow pressed to Usopp's, "Usopp, you're gonna stay with me?"

Usopp grinned, "Don't make it a question!"

"Together they stopped Hora, and shattered him, striking him from his kingdom, and pushing him off the island. But it took all they had. The sun burned out, and the moon cracked. In order to give themselves another chance, in order to make amends to the people hurt, they destroyed their godly forms and restored the island, the shattered sun, and moon. But..."

"There's the but," Sanji whispered, shaking his head as Usopp sighed,

"Us storytellers know."

"But they could not be Gods anymore. They fell on opposite ends of the sea, to live out mortal lives. But Hora came to, changing forms to keep them apart, and cause misery wherever he went. The legend says, Sontse and Misyats' won't ever be together unless they return to this island, restore the cracked temple, and destroy Hora here. A final challenge to their love..." Mogen finished, shaking her hand, starting at the tiled wall before her.

"So the story isn't over then... they haven't restored the temple yet, have they?" Usopp asked, voice a little disappointed.

Mogen looked at him, her eyes bewildered and full of wonderment. She stared for an uncomfortable long time and then looked at Sanji in equal measure. She then looked back at the tiled wall and smiled, "I don't know... but I think I see an ending approaching."

"Gaaaawwwwdd? Oh, God? Are you down there, God? I wasn't done playing..." A voice called from the left, further down the tunnel they had been running through.

Sanji's jaw set, and he scooped Usopp up, cradling the young man protectively in his arms. With a hiss, he whispered to Mogen, "We dallied too long! Get us out of here!"

Mogen nodded rapidly, rushing toward the tiled wall, "Sonste and Misyats' are the Gods that represent lovers. Especially lovers who suffer time apart. So they'll forgive me for showing you into their temple!"

She slammed her hand on a square stone, and then up to a red one. A wall moved and she gestured towards it, "Quick, it's on a timer!"

Adjusting Usopp in his grip, Sanji pat Usopp's back, "Don't you worry Usopp, I won't let that creep lay a hand on you again."

Usopp, his heartbeat slamming inside his chest, curled his arms around Sanji's neck, "I know, I know!"

The trio disappeared, and after three seconds, the hidden door closed back up.

[primelight]

WNM Chapter Backups: Original Version of Chapter 9

Awright, I did some BIG revisions in the Blaidd chapters of Who Needs Maidens, to the point that they’re basically new chapters. I am, however, preserving the old ones (ncluding the smut in chapters 10 and 11) for posterity ^_^

The OG Chapter 9: Blaidd, rating PG-13, is below the cut.

The moon was bright and full, and would be so for the next few nights, according to Iji. It was not Ranni’s Dark Moon, but his mission had taken him far from his mistress. The House of Caria walked the path of the Moon, Dark and Full, and the Full Moon’s bright light invigorated his senses and mind. It sharpened his claws and filled his blood with heat. The Dark Moon soothed the tangle of his human thoughts, but pulled him sweetly deeper into the heart of his wolf.

Tonight, Blaidd was on the hunt, and the last thing he needed was peace. Darriwil was no dull-minded prey animal. He was a traitor. He deserved torment beyond what a wolf could provide.

A fearsome grin spread across Blaidd’s face, his fangs gleaming like knives in the moonlight. Yes…His human half would decide Darriwil’s fate. He bounded to the top of a broken tower in the dark heart of the Mistwood, and howled to the Moon of knives and blood. Perhaps tonight would be the night that the traitor crawled out of his hole.

Blaidd was about to leap down to the shadowed earth to resume his hunt, when a twig snapped, below and to the right. His hand flew to his greatsword, all of his senses snapping to attention. The footsteps were too light to be a runebear, but too heavy and far too loud for a demi-human. He sniffed the air curiously. Ah. Human. He readied himself to pounce. A human in the Mistwood at night could only be there for violence. And then the human snapped their fingers. First once, and then again. It could only be deliberate.

Blaidd crouched as low and still as he could, even though he knew it was pointless. He was out in the open, and bathed in moonlight. Bloody Seluvis could have spotted him. He scanned the shadowed wood around the ruins. That finger snap was Kalé’s way of getting his attention, and he knew that the merchant trusted few people…It would only be polite to see who it was. Finally he spotted the human. It was a female, a Tarnished, wearing a dark, hooded cloak and leather armor, armed with a claymore and bow. Her hood obscured her face, but she was crouched low, and staying in the shadow of the ruined walls.  

Curiosity eventually banished his sense of caution. And besides, with the Full Moon on his side, it would be incredibly difficult for her to get the jump on him. He dropped soundlessly to the forest floor, right behind the human. To her credit, she remained perfectly composed. In fact, she raised a finger to her lips.

“Shh,” she mouthed, and nodded at the slumbering runebear. Blaidd arched a brow. Those snores would drown out an earthquake. The human had nothing to fear, as long as she didn’t go out of her way to disturb it. Still, there was no reason to hang about. Blaidd gestured towards a ruined structure deeper in the woods, where they could talk freely.

The woman’s shoulders slumped in relief. “I hate those things,” she whispered, barely audible through the runebear’s snores. She turned, and snuck soundlessly through the trees. Blaidd followed, amused that she would show a half-wolf her back.

“Kalé sent you, did he?” Blaidd murmured, when they were alone, and crouched beneath a ruined archway. The Tarnished woman nodded.

“He did,” she said quietly. “I heard you howling last night…I’d never heard anything like it before.” She smiled, a little sheepishly. “I asked Kalé about it, and he suggested I meet you myself.” The half-wolf huffed, torn between amusement and annoyance.

“Ever the bloody busybody,” Blaidd muttered. This is what I get for stopping by his church, he thought. He was only this far south because of Darriwil. A hunt was a hunt, not a social call. The sooner he tracked the bastard down, the sooner he could return to Ranni’s side.

However, Kalé was a decent sort. He would not have sent just any Tarnished his way.

“Hmm,” he murmured, half to himself. “Maybe to him you don’t seem so strange…” The Tarnished frowned at that.

“Strange?” she asked. “What’s so strange about me?” She looked down at herself, checking her armor and hands. Blaidd chuckled.

“What other sort of human would come to the Mistwood to find a stranger? In the middle of the night?” he chuckled. “I could have been anyone. Or anything.” The Tarnished eyed him skeptically.

“Do you mean me harm?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Blaidd watched her for a moment, and let the sounds of the wood hang in the space between them. The forest is never truly silent, and sometimes humans needed to be reminded of their place in it. And this human was too complacent by far.

In their castles and towns they ruled, but out here in the dark of the wood, wilder powers walked free. Blaidd watched her eyes as her senses came alive in the silence. For her, there would be the rustle of wind in the trees, the crackle-snap of small animals hurrying about the underbrush, and the music of tree frogs and insects calling to each other. Perhaps she caught an echo of something large and dangerous rumbling through the brush.

You are far from safety, he thought, and he was human enough to be concerned.  

For he felt all, especially under the moon. He felt the push and pull of air and breath as the forest lived and died around them. His were the deep sounds, long lost to human memory. He heard, smelled, and saw the ancient lure of prey, as well as the ever-present threat of predator, neither of which she would ever truly perceive. But her spirit would react, regardless. The old, primitive pieces of her mind would know, and tell her to beware the dark. For here there be monsters.

Humans, Tarnished or not, killable or not, did not belong in the wild. Perhaps she needed a reminder.

“Would I tell you if I did?” he asked, after a moment, and climbed to his feet. She looked up at him, her pupils dilated in the dark, taking in everything she could.

“Some would,” she said quietly. Blaidd frowned. Her heart rate had picked up ever-so-slightly, but the acrid reek of fear was nowhere to be found.

…Perhaps she was simply a fool.

“And you think I am one such person?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone wall.

“I trust Kalé,” she said simply, and pushed her hood back. “I do not believe that he would send me to my death.” She stood, and approached him slowly, taking care not to make any sudden moves. Respecting his unspoken warning. Her eyes caught a sliver of moonlight. “Has he?”

“No,” Blaidd said, after a moment. Then he smiled, showing his teeth. “Unless you are here for my head…” The Tarnished grinned.

“Certainly not,” she said. “I was simply curious. And any man with his sanity intact is worth knowing, these days.”

“I am not a man,” said Blaidd curtly.

“You’re man enough,” she said. “And Kalé said that you were worth meeting. I trust him.” She gave him a small smile, and her name. The half-wolf inclined his head slightly.

“I am Blaidd,” he said. “And seeing as you are here…I am looking for a man named Darriwil,” he said.

“Darriwil,” the Tarnished repeated, with a frown. “I haven’t seen anyone by that name around here.” She shook her head apologetically. “l…What did he do, if you do not mind me asking?”

Blaidd clenched his teeth, the oddness of his new acquaintance slipping to the back of his mind.

“He is nothing but a traitor,” the half-wolf growled. “He fled somewhere nearby, or so I’ve heard. A fitting end is needed to his tale…” The Tarnished hummed thoughtfully.

“Traitor…” she murmured. “You know, I passed by a sealed evergaol on my way here. I caught a look at the occupant, and he was pacing the edges on all fours, like this…” She started to crouch, presumably to demonstrate, but Blaidd stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Did he have a curved greatsword, with an unusual bend, and razor edges?” he asked urgently. The Tarnished nodded eagerly.

“Yes!” she said. “And his helmet was shaped like this…” She clumsily sketched out a vaguely cone-shaped helm around her face. “It almost looked like a snout.”  Blaidd abruptly leaned down and sniffed at her hair. She had not entered the gaol, so the scent was faint, but…

“It’s him,” Blaidd growled, and released her, paying no mind to her startled expression. He stood up to his full height, and turned towards the heart of the forest.

“Wait!” The Tarnished rested her hand on his elbow. He turned and looked down at her, a grin teasing at his mouth. The top of her head barely reached his waist. “I’m coming too.”

“Of course,” he said easily. “...If you can keep up.” Blaidd smirked, and jumped up into the trees.

He had the scent. Darriwil’s life was about to come to an extremely painful end. He took off at a run, easily bounding from tree to tree.

“...It’s this way!” called the Tarnished. Blaidd jerked to a halt. The Tarnished was ahead of him, atop a steed with strange, shifting eyes, that smelled of clean rain and sunflowers. She grinned at him, and scratched the spectral steed’s ears affectionately. “...Try to keep up.” She urged the speed into a gallop, and took off.

Blaidd growled as the thrill of the chase ignited once again. He was certainly game, if she was. But first, they had a traitor to kill.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN: Day 32

Chapter 32: “Action, Part 1”

From the very moment Norman walked out that door, Emma didn’t give herself any time to grieve and began formulating plans straight away and if that’s not the definition of strength and perseverance then I dunno what is. (kinda wish the anime had showed us how her mind was working overtime but I get they wanted to keep us on edge. that and it lacks internal dialogue to being with).

WARNING: Master actor trope coming in hot! My love for this girl shot through the damn roof when I experienced ep11 for the first time. She is unbelievably clever and nothing thrills me more than seeing our sweet girl so pissed off like this.

Once again, thanks to Krone for this valuable piece of advice because it certainly works wonders on Isabella. Well, I’ll partially give her credit for telling Emma this, but most of the praise goes to our leading actress as she effectively kept up the defeated, woe-is-me act for two whole months while also planning the real escape on the side, leaving Isabella (and even Ray) in the dark.

I love them. I love my chaotic little duo so much. The fact they barely spoke to each other since Norman’s shipment yet managed to stay on the same wavelength by focusing on their respective escape plans and maintaining an effective false mask around Isabella is amazing.

I love Isabella with all my heart, but how could she not notice all the supplies that went missing from the house? I know she was solely focused on RE and Emma mentions “Even if mom was watching us like a hawk, she only has two eyes,” but not once did mom ever question anything..? Really? The kids most likely secured items one thing at a time so she couldn’t notice something missing here or there, but that’s still a lot of stuff. (And someone tell me why the house even had backpacks?? It’s not like the adults wanted the kids to actually go anywhere.)

Y’all don’t have time to chat! By now you got less than twenty minutes til midnight and Emma is already very aware of the crazy idea Ray’s hoping to carry out thanks to the note Norman left behind, but YEAH, sure! Let’s take a seat! Relax! Go ahead and fool us all sweetie, it’ll all contribute to the surprise factor later.

I voice this wish a lot, but I really wanted to see them use those molotovs. It would’ve caused some damage to the other plants too but who cares! Imagine watching the escapees run across the wall and setting fires left and right, oohh that would’ve been so sick. Ray prepared so much for the escape with these and the tracker breaking device yet they all go unused and it’s a shame!

I always loved this panel but recently I gotta admit it ain’t perfect. In my mind anyways. Of course it’s iconic and it sorta parallels that upcoming moment of Emma’s in ch33, but it annoys me that it breaks the 180 degree rule by suddenly having Ray on the right side! He’s been on the left for the majority of this chapter, so why switch our view of this entire scene now??

Of course Ray’s still against taking the babies since they’ll be more of a hindrance once outside the farm, but what matters most to him is that Emma escapes safely, so he drops the unspoken argument. The way he also tells her to leave so she doesn’t have to witness himself being engulfed in flames is so bittersweet.. aahh god he just cares so much about her well-being and emotions and that makes me so soft for them.

♫ Do you hear chidoroki scream? Screaming the name of an angry boy? It is the moment of the series that she’ll want not to witness again! When the beating of her heart echoes the laughter of his voice, she feared there will be no more Ray when tomorrow comes! ♫

Dear boy, I love you to the moon and back, but I dunno whether to be very proud, scared or concerned??

I always say that Ray used the camera for its intended purpose and took pictures to throw off any suspicions that Isabella could’ve had about the real reason why he wanted said camera as a reward, but the fact he kept every picture to give to Emma, the one person who loves this family more than anything, is so damn precious. (and it completely breaks my heart that the pictures eventually become altered at the end of the story thanks to demon bastard.)

This post already feels long as hell but aahhh, this is definitely a moment I’m glad I didn’t have to wait for the manga to update.. I would’ve been crying the entire week.

Favorite panel/moment:

My sweet boy I’m glad you had fun but noooo!!!!!

[hystericalcommenter]

1. Handed a Mystery

Mildred wakes up.

The action isn’t uncommon, everyone wakes up after they sleep. Mildred feels as if she’s slept for far too long.

She’s lying on her side, her arm bent at an awkward angle with her head resting upright on it. She moves her arm out from underneath her, wincing at the soreness and sitting up on her knees.

She’s outside. Now that’s uncommon. She tries to remember why sleeping outside is uncommon and how she figured waking up is normal.

She can’t remember a thing.

Her mind is like a dark, empty space, the walls unseen behind fog. She can’t even recall her parents, where she lived, or mundane things like what her favorite food or color was. She feels that she should mourn for things she has no recollection of, but she finds no point in mourning something she never had.

The confusing part is how she knows that waking up is normal. A spike of pain interrupts her thoughts, clenching her eyes shut. She holds a hand to her head and decides to keep things simple for now.

Firstly, she’s outside. Mildred attempts to stand and nearly falls over from disorientation, but she catches herself against a tree. Oh, trees. She’s in a forest.

Something feels off though. She feels as if she wasn’t supposed to fall, like something was supposed to prevent it. Mildred straightens when she feels...something lift up the back of her cloak. She sighs. She’s getting quite tired of using that word. She looks over her shoulder and sees that the something is white and fluffy. Like a tail.

I have a tail? She consciously moves it, and it moves. Curious. She knows that animals have tails mostly for balance.

Mildred doesn’t know why she knows that. Her head hurts.

The ground is lightly crusted with frost, snow threatening to topple from every branch Mildred sees. She looks forward ahead and catches sight of water. Moving water. Her mind helpfully supplies that it’s a river, and that she can follow it to somewhere she wouldn’t be outside.

She does exactly that, taking note of her clothing. The cloak she’s wearing has a hood and nearly covers her entire body, if not for the rips and tears. It must’ve resembled a large coat in its better days. Her hands are wrapped in bandages. She doesn’t bother with them. She unbuttons the cloak to see a dark tunic and a belt holstering multiple knives. A breeze blows by and she rebuttons the cloak, pulling the tattered hood over her head.

Around her neck is a small, violet amulet. It’s pretty, she thinks, so she leaves it alone.

She looks up. She just realizes it’s night, the moon bright and full. She knows that nights are supposed to be dark, so why does everything look like it’s daytime? She looks down at her amulet. It glows slightly in the supposed dark, gleaming like it knows something Mildred does not. It’s highly likely that it does, as Mildred doesn’t know a lot of things.

She follows the current for an undetermined amount of time until she hears yelling ahead of her. She can’t distinguish their words or catch sight of them. Mildred follows her instincts, crouching down and crawling along the underbrush. Their words are getting louder as she gets closer.

“Take whatever you can carry.” The voice is rough, likely from shouting. “This war may be damning for a lot of people, but I say we need them more.”

Another voice, high-pitched and shaky with fear, “People need those supplies to survive!”

“Yeah, like us.”

She can see them now. One of them, supposedly the first voice, leans against a tree as others dressed like him carry miscellaneous items from a wooden cart. Some of them stand around keeping watch, brandishing weapons. Mildred identifies at least two sword wielders, a lancer, and an archer, who sits on a low branch on another tree, a little to the left of the cart.

Two others, assumedly the merchants, sit slumped against the tree, one of them unconscious. Both are bound. Her eyes narrow. With hostages, this situation could end drastically.

“Now,” the man pushes off the tree and approaches the bound merchants, “since we're done here, it would be... problematic to stick around for some knights to find bandits looting one of their supply carts.” He points a sword at the merchant’s throat, the tip pressing against his throat hard enough to draw blood. “Unfortunately for you, all they will find here is quite the mess.”

He swings his sword up, and Mildred moves before she could think. She easily parries the man’s sword with her daggers, disarms him and slices his throat. He goes down with a thump and a gurgle, clawing at his throat. Utter chaos ensues.

The other men all charge her at once, the archer struggling to aim as Mildred darts between them, disarming the nearest swordsman and knocking him out. The point of another bandit’s lance nearly grazes her side when she turns around. She grabs the shaft and twists mercilessly, ripping the weapon from their hand.

She ignores them in favor of pivoting and swinging the butt of the lance at the other swordsman, blocking their blow. She ducks under another swing and sweeps their feet out from under them with the lance. They fall with another thud, and she discards the weapon and runs towards the archer’s perch, leaping from up the branches until she reaches their spot.

The archer stares at her with wide eyes, and Mildred simply pushes him out of the tree. She hops down and turns to the disarmed lancer with narrowed eyes. They look upon Mildred with awe and unbridled fear and bolts into the forest. She turns to where the archer is, now flat on their back, unconscious. Mildred blinks and walks over to the now unconscious archer and takes their bow and quiver.

These will be quite useful. She blinks, confused by her train of thought.

“W-who are you!?” Her ears twitch from beneath her hood. Oh yeah, she forgot about them during the heat of battle. She drops the bow and walks back over to the merchants to cut them free.

“Mildred.” She answers his question, so why is he gazing upon her with such confusion? She dismisses the thought as she is currently confused herself. Where did she learn to fight? How did she know having a ranged weapon is important? The merchant waves a hand in front of her face.

“Hey, you alright there?” She shakes her head to clear her thoughts, then nods. “Well anyway, thanks for saving me and Joseph,” he gestures to the other merchant. “We wouldn't be here if it hadn’t been for you, so allow me to express my gratitude.” He practically runs over to his cart and grabs something. He walks back to his mysterious savior, holding out a bag of gold. She takes it with a tilt of her head, then hands it back to him.

“W-well, if you don’t want that, then I insist that you take this.” The merchant presses a simple silver ring into Mildred’s hand. “It’s said that this ring can grant miracles, and you saving Joseph and I was a miracle in itself, so I want you to take it.” Mildred stares at the ring awkwardly, nodding in thanks. She bids her farewells to the merchant and disappears into the trees with the “miracle ring”.

The merchant sighs when his mysterious savior is out of sight, bringing a hand to his head. “Oh man, Anna’s never gonna believe me when she hears about this.”

[randomphyre]

Jeff The Killer Reborn: "Midnight Visit"

The moon bled in through the window, illuminating the dimly lit room as a man sat entranced by his TV. His gaze was hooded and lifeless, as if he was hypnotized by the programming presented before him. But suddenly, the trance had been broken by a thud that had come from his laundry room. The man jumped at the noise, looking in the general direction of where the room was before turning his TV down and standing up. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and mustered the courage to approach. Jeff readied himself as he could hear the man's steps getting closer. Jeff held back his urge to laugh, already knowing how this story went. He always knew. He had gone through the motions so many times. And Jeff knew that the movies he watched never lied. People really were as gullible as he thought they were. They'd turn their attention to any sound and then cautiously walk towards it, instead of assessing their options or even charging in guns blazing. They always walked right into the trap he had set. As the man inched towards the door, the knife trembling in his hand. His lips parted, as if to speak, but he hesitated for a second before the action followed through. "L-Listen here, man! I-I've got a weapon...a-and you're trapped in that room! I-If you don't tell me who you are right now a-and get out of my house, I'll get you out myself!" Jeff almost chuckled quietly to himself. Despite the man's attempt at intimidation Jeff could hear the fear in his voice, the meekness in his tone. This man wasn't a threat, and he couldn't be if he ever tried. Jeff sighed to himself as he waited behind the door to see if the man would make the first move. The man tried again. "I-I'm gonna call the police if you don't get out of my house right now! D-Do you want that? Huh?!" As the man raised his voice, the shakiness of it only became more apparent. Both of them knew that he was just wasting his time trying to intimidate the mystery man on the other side of the door. The man took a solemn shaky breath before slowly reaching for the doorknob, his hand still trembling. As Jeff heard the creak of the doorknob slowly turning he knew his time was now. As the man threw open the door, aiming his knife towards the general direction of the room he saw nothing at first, just the pitch blackness of the laundry room, the moonlight from the windows bleeding in slightly. But as his eyes adjusted, he could finally see. At the back end of the small room stood the silhouette of a man, his messy long hair visible against the wall as he stood straight and still. The man stood frozen, his heart sinking lower in his chest as this altercation had quickly become like an old western duel, Jeff noting such in his mind. If the man were smart he would've struck him by now, catching Jeff off guard and ending the altercation fairly quickly, but his own fear and anxiety prolonged the suffering. He would never strike first and Jeff knew it. Jeff relaxed his position, and finally decided to strike. as he charged towards the man, the moonlight shined on his pale face, his mouth wide and manic, the blood dripping from his last meal. his eyes were dark and sunken, looking more like vacant circles save for the small bloodshot eyes hiding within them. He readied his hand in a stabbing position before the man took a swing.

Jeff moved out of the way before it had made contact and he grabbed the man's wrist and squeezed, causing him to yell in pain and drop the knife. Jeff's movements were always deliberate and unpredictable, confusing most of his victims. Jeff swung his arm forward and made contact with the man's stomach. The man screamed in pain as he fell to the ground, grabbing at the wound. Jeff let the man go as he fell, and quickly sad beside him, looking at the man like a curious animal. Jeff looked to the knife still in the man's stomach as he squirmed on the ground like a decapitated worm. Jeff grabbed the hilt and ripped the knife from his stomach, making him yell in pain once more.

Jeff grabbed the man's head and quickly snapped his neck, ending the altercation with him as the victor, like it had always happened. People were always as gullible as Jeff thought they were. As he wiped the blood from his knife, he looked at his victim lifeless on the ground as he analyzed his face. It had been an older man, maybe in his forties, with a scruffy mustache and rugged features and short hair. Jeff noted how he had been on the heavier side as he looked at the still bleeding wound in the man's stomach. The man was in average trucker get up, sleeveless plaid coat with a wife beater underneath. His eyes once full of a will to live, were now empty and vacant, like a doll that hasn't been cleaned. Jeff rolled his eyes and kneeled down to his bleeding wound before he began drinking the blood. It was all Jeff would consume after he escaped. He saw it as a reward for a successful hunt. As Jeff saw the man's skin turning paler, he knew that his meal was finished. He stood up, not wiping the blood from his lips as he grabbed the ankle of the corpse and began dragging it to the garage where all of the "fun" tools Jeff could use to make his victims more convenient to hide. As Jeff scanned the walls for possible candidates his eyes locked with an electric saw. What was left of his facial muscles curled into a somehow wider smile as he yanked it off the wall, breaking the supports suspending it. He plugged it in and finally had his chance. As Jeff finished putting the corpse's leg into a bag he grabbed all of the parts and went outside. He ventured deep into the woods, the moonlight illuminating his path as he found the perfect spot. He grabbed his shovel and began digging, dumping all of the parts inside afterward. He covered the holed and patted the dirt with his shovel before tossing it away, leaving just him and his knife once more. This is how Jeff had dealt with every one of his victims. This is how he got away with his crimes, and why the police could never find the bodies. As Jeff walks out of the woods back into the town he rubbed his eyes with frustration. "Dumb fat ass had barely any blood in him...it's probably just lard running through his fuckin' veins..." He murmured to himself as he donned his hood so people couldn't see his face. Though, with his dark clothing, he already blended in to the night anyhow. He made his way down the street with his hands in his pockets, keeping his head low.

As the moon shined brighter and higher in the sky, Jeff felt more anger bubbling in his chest, the same anger that dictated his day to day life of murder and solitude. He tried to ignore it as he walked past a house painted with a yellow that had faded from the sunlight. But as he was about to make his way down to the end of the street, he heard a certain voice yell in the house, one he knew quite well. "Honey! Can you help me lift this?" The voice said, the echo of the house making it sound distant. Jeff stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head towards the building, giving it a better look. The house was tall but quaint, the small circular window at the top feeling like an eye looking down on Jeff. He walked towards the house silently, watching his steps to avoid fallen branches and grass patches as he finally made his way to the nearest window. He squatted down to avoid being seen and peered inside. And there he was. After all of these miserable years fending for himself and feeding on the less fortunate, he finally saw his old bully Randy attempting to lift a piano. His short brunette hair was a bit messy but fairly clean, his outfit a t-shirt and cargo shorts. As Jeff felt the rage bubbling more within him at the sight his wife came into view, a beautiful woman wearing a pale blue button-up rolled at the sleeves and a short skirt. She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes playfully as Randy sighed in frustration at his futile attempts to lift the piano. "You need to lift with your legs, not your back, dear. You're gonna hurt yourself." She said cautiously as she took hold of one end of the piano and picked it up with him, setting it down flush against the wall. Both of them sighed in relief as they laughed at each other's exhaustion. He grabbed hold of her and held her tight in his arms, still laughing as he kissed her forehead and carried her out of the view of the window. Jeff scoffed after he knew they were gone and ducked under the window sill, muttering angrily to himself. "That piece of shit...I wonder if he's forgotten about me...probably has, the selfish bastard..." Jeff turned his head towards the ground as he rambled in whispers, talking to himself. "Why didn't he leave? I was on the news right? He should've left, unless..." Jeff turned his head up, staring into the brick of the house next door, his eye twitching. "...he's not scared of me."

As the words left his mouth, his rage reached it's boiling point as he slammed his fist in the dirt and stood back up. "This whole fuckin town is scared of me! There's no way he'd be so damn clueless..." Jeff paced along the wall as his gripped his fists. "I should fuckin show him. Show him what he gets for thinking I'd never find him. Show him what he deserves for ruining my life." Though, as he rambled, Jeff knew he'd only been lying to himself. It's not like there was a lot of life to ruin whenever he had snapped. Everyone at school hated him, his parents barely ever paid him any mind, his brother became more focused on his friends as he got older...maybe that's why he did it, he thought. In his eyes, he had nothing to lose. But he would rather lie to himself then face the truth. Jeff stopped thinking to himself and began devising a plan in his mind, one that would let Jeff finally have his revenge. Jeff waited until midnight before he would make his entrance. He knew Randy and his wife would probably be asleep by then, allowing him to be undetected. He tried the front door. It was locked. He tried the back door. Also locked. He moved to the window he had first seen Randy in and gripped the window sill, pulling up...it was unlocked. As Jeff pulled open the window he removed the screen and set it aside as he slowly and cautiously climbed into the window. As he was finally in, he looked around what seemed to be the living room. The piano sat still against the wall, the couch bigger than Jeff had expected. He checked for his knife in his pocket and began making his way through the house, checking every room to see which was Randy's. As he saw more and more of the house, he realized just how stereotypical it had been. It was as suburban as most of the houses in Wisconsin were. But, as he opened one room his eyes widened with surprise. It was...a kid's bedroom. The walls were lined with space posters and other related memorabilia. A tiny diorama of the solar system hung from the ceiling. as his eyes scanned the room, he finally caught sight of Randy's son. In high school, Jeff never thought of Randy as the fathering type, considering his usual behavior, but it didn't exactly surprise him either. The boy slept peacefully under the covers, his hair short with freckles dotting his face as his eyes laid shut. But as Jeff saw him starting to shift in his sleep, he turned to leave the room before a young voice called out to him. "Hello?" Shit. Jeff turned slowly towards the boy as the boy's face turned a bit scared upon seeing Jeff's face. "Who are you mister?" The child asked, half-whispering. Jeff stepped back into the room and shut the door quietly behind him. "Hello there little one. I am..." Jeff tried thinking of a name he could use, an alias perhaps. As his eyes darted around the room for a solution he looked out the window next to the boy's bed, the moon shining bright and filling the room with its pale blue sheen. "I am...Mr. Midnight." He said with a bit of a rasp in his voice, trying to sound more extravagant to the boy. his face lit up as Jeff told him his supposed identity, and the boy sat up in his bed. He seemed to be younger, most likely mid to late elementary, Jeff thought. "Mr. Midnight? Wow!...who is that?" The boy said with a confused expression, his nose crinkling up. Jeff scrambled for an explanation in his mind till one fell upon him. "W-Well I come in every night to make sure every good boy and girl of the world are sleeping! If they are, I give them good will so they're nice and happy in the morning!" The boy placed his finger and thumb on his chin, rubbing it and nodding. "Hm...well sorry for not sleeping Mr. Midnight...you woke me up..." The boy said with a sad pout, looking at his blanket. Jeff perked up and rubbed the boy's hair. "Hey, hey, it's alright! I still gave you good will cause you were sleeping when I came in!"

The boy looked up at Jeff and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Really?" He said, still pouting slightly. "Of course!" Jeff said, attempting to smile wider. The boy pondered in thought before looking up at Jeff. "Okay." He said, smiling slightly. Jeff looked back towards the door to make sure he hadn't woken up anyone else before he turned his attention back to the boy. he contemplated in his mind, feeling dull rage in his heart as thoughts of his bully returned to him. He took a seat on the edge of the boy's bed and turned to him. "Hey...if you don't mind me asking...how does your father treat you?" The boy looked curiously at Jeff with wide eyes before he hugged his stuffed animal. "My daddy is nice...every day he comes home really tired but he says it's worth it since he gets to come home to me and my mommy, which makes me happy. He likes when I make pictures for him, and he makes really good food!"

As Jeff listened to the boy's pure rambling he felt his disdain for Randy slowly and gradually dissolving. Randy seemed to gain a bit of compassion in Jeff's absence, having become a genuine and nice guy. He worked as a construction worker, building markets and all types of restaurants for the family. His work days were long and difficult, seeing has he also had trouble with people belittling him at work, but he persisted for the sake of his family. For the sake of himself. The boy told of how he came home every day and would sit exhausted on the couch before doing anything else. He made as much time as he possibly could for his family, considering his brutal schedule, but he managed. Randy had become sweet but a bit of a hard ass, stubborn and most surprising to Jeff, empathetic. Had he actually changed Randy's life for the better, or had Randy made the choices all on his own? As the boy felt he was finished talking, he watched Jeff's face for any sort of reaction, yet none came. Jeff stared vacantly at the ground, the moonlight making his face appear to be glowing as he turned to the boy. He took his hand and looked into his eyes with sincerity. "Your father is... a good man. Don't let anyone tell you different." He stood up from the bed and went to leave before the boy stopped him. "Wait...Mr. Midnight?" Jeff turned back to him as the boy smiled warmly. "Thank you." Jeff nodded solemnly before opening the door and leaving the bedroom, leaving the house the way he came and venturing back into the night. Within a few weeks, articles flooded the newspaper talking about the one house that had ever survived Jeff's home invasions. He read the newspaper and scoffed as he tossed it in the trash. He looked at his muddied reflection in his knife and sighed as he resumed his nightly stalking, hunting for his next victim.

[sparxwrites]

“You left me,” says Scar, when he finds Grian on top of one of his wagons at several hours past midnight, a week after they– well. A week after. None of them have talked about it enough to give it a name, but it hangs in the air between them. Puts a wall up, between them and the ones who didn’t get taken, the ones who don’t understand why their friends have gone quiet and distant and cold.

Some of them have coped better than others, of course. It takes more than a nightmare sequence to dampen Rendog boundless enthusiasm, and Cleo’s half-violent and mostly-unhinged at the best of times. Tango seems more embarrassed than emotionally scarred. But Mumbo’s stopped restocking his end crystal shop, and Etho’s been trailing Bdubs like a shadow, and both of them look at Grian like they want to hurt him, and Grian–

Grian’s been avoiding just about everyone, mostly. Grian’s been avoiding Scar, especially.

Which makes it all the more strange that he’s here, now. It’s dark. It’s cold. Most everyone else is asleep, and the ones who aren’t are only awake because they’re so focused on whatever they’re building that they lost track of the passage of time entirely. Yet here is Grian, on top of one of Scar’s wagons, legs hung off the edge of the roof and wings splayed out loose behind him, awake and not building and with a distant sort of look in his eye.

“You left me,” presses Scar, when he gets no reply, because it’s late, and he’s tired, and the hurt has been sitting like a stone in his gut for a week now. Festering. “You, and all the others, just– taking my things, and moving on. Even when you signed contracts.” He winces. That just sounds pathetic, even to him. “You all did it, but– You.”

And there’s the crux of it: but you.

He expects it from the others. Expects it from just about everyone, really; there’s nothing like being a salesman to make you realise just how easy it is to take advantage of people, and he doesn’t begrudge people turning his own tactics against him. Not much, anyway. But last time... last time this had happened, last time they’d all been taken and penned in and set on one another like animals in a cage, Grian hadn’t left. Last time, Grian had stood by his side.

Last time, it had been them against the world, right up until they– Right up until the end.

Grian doesn’t pretend to not know what Scar’s talking about. That’s a small mercy, at least. “I stayed, last time,” he says, instead, which doesn’t really answer the question. He’s not looking at Scar. He’s staring up at the unnaturally huge moon, its pale light reflected in the bottomless dark of his pupils.

He’s not looking at Scar, but Scar is looking at him.

“I stayed,” Grian repeats, “right until the very end. Even after I died, even after I didn’t have to any more. Even after you–” He cuts off. They both wince. “I stayed, last time, and then I had to beat you to death with my bare hands.”

“...Ah.”

Scar feels... a little stupid, perhaps. A little guilty. A little selfish. He hadn’t thought of that. From his end, it was– not pleasant, in absolutely no way pleasant, but it was easy. Being red hurt, like an itch that could never be scratched, like an ache in his back teeth, like a drum beat in his head that just wouldn’t quit. He’s never much liked marching to a rhythm other than his own. Dying was, in some ways, a relief. A blessing.

Letting himself be killed by Grian was, perhaps, the easiest choice he’d ever made in that godforsaken place.

He’s never thought about it from Grian’s perspective, though, not really. Grian won’t talk about what happened after, to any of them. What happened when it was just him, alone, the last man standing in a land of the dead. But Scar can imagine it easily enough, now he’s setting his mind to it – the blood, the quiet, the emptiness. The corpses.

His corpse.

“Yeah.” Grian sighs, heavily, and kicks his legs back and forth where they’re hanging over the edge of the wagon roof. “Ah.”

The two of them sit there, for a while, and watch the stars. They’re bright tonight. Almost as bright as the enormous moon. They’re like little fractures in the sky, tiny shards of broken glass where the canopy of the night’s been punctured enough to let the light through. If Scar squints, he can almost imagine spiderwebbing cracks between them, the heavens beginning to pry themselves apart. Or, well. He hopes he’s imagining it, anyway. He’s beginning to get the sinking feeling he isn’t.

Grian’s the first to break the silence. “I thought maybe... if I. If we. If I stayed away, then it might keep us safe. Or, at least– I wouldn’t have to kill you, right? At least I wouldn’t have to– gah. It sounds stupid, when I say it like that. But I thought it might keep us safe.” A pause, and then, so quietly Scar thinks he might not have been supposed to hear it, “I thought it might keep you safe.”

“...Well,” Scar says, forced and bright and cheery, and ignores the hand slipped through his ribcage to make a fist around his heart. “That didn’t really work out, now, did it.”

“Nope!” Grian laughs, a wheezy little thing, half an octave too high and slightly hysterical with it. “Nope. It sure didn’t!”

And then Scar’s laughing, too, because– what else is there to do? The moon is too big, and the stars are too bright, and the tremors had ratcheted up to a rate of once an hour at Doc’s last count. And this time a week-and-change ago, half of them were sick with bloodlust and blind with rage, trapped like rats in a far-off cage, trying to kill their friends for fun.

The new scar on Scar’s neck where Rendog’s final arrow hit itches something fierce. Grian’s rubbing at his knuckles like he expects to find old blood in the cracks of them. The moon is far, far too big where it hangs above them, squatting bloated and wrong in the sky.

What else is there to do, but laugh?

“For what it’s worth,” says Grian, quietly, when the laughter passes, and it’s just them on a roof in the cold once more, “I’m sorry. For both of them. For– for all of it. I really am.”

Scar inhales, slowly. Looks up at the moon, bright and full and pale. Looks back at Grian, dark eyes wide as dinner plates and gaze fixed determinedly on the black and open sky before them.

“For what it’s worth,” he says, quieter still, “I’m sorry too.”

[theloveablesociopath]

My Creature

Chapter 1: The Agreement

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Summary: Eddie is attacked by a creature while in hiding, soon realizing this “thing” isn’t what it seems to be.

Authors note: I hope y’all like this, it came to me randomly and I really like the idea of a strong scary creature that only Eddie knows their true colors. Let me know what you think comments are very appreciated. Ps: I’m dyslexic but I tried really hard with grammar so go easy on me.

Reader notes:

reader is a succubus type monster, very little language and communication skills are left in her brain, but as time goes on she will become more verbal.

Eddies POV

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I feel like Iv been hiding for days at this point, but what the fuck am I supposed to do, one minute I’m here, one minute I’m not. My brain is in complete and udder shambles and I feel like I’ve lost my mind. God maybe I have… she was right there… Chrissy and then she… god no please don’t think about it anymore, I just want to forget!

They’re coming for me… I need to find someplace to hide any place where they can’t just pop in on me. Reefer Rick… I know he’s not home I know his house is empty and honestly I don’t really have much of a choice.

So here I am.. breaking into his house like some sort of fucking psycho. At least I’ll be safe…

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Third POV —

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A very shaken and tired Eddie finally found himself rummaging threw his friends house trying to find a place safe enough to hide, but it seemed like every room had to many windows, and every closet was to closed off to run from danger. Which finally led him to seeing the cascade of a small flood light coming from an old boat shed outside.

He made his way out back, jumping from shadow to shadow, as if he was scared of the moon light itself. He quickly ran from the dark siding of the house to the shed door, and forced himself in, desperate to keep out of eyesight. The moon light reflecting off the water sending a low sheen of blue around the room. Cluttered with tarps and tools.

He felt his body sink down against the wall, as his eyes flooded with his fears.

“God… oh my god.” He muttered to himself. Grabbing the sides of his head as he caved in on his body. Images of what he had just seen flashing in his mind over and over again. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He questioned, sobbing into his knees, defeated. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t really hide, he could only wait, wait for someone to find him, and accuse him of the unthinkable.

A loud rustle from under a tarp immediately silenced his sorrows, his breath hitching in his throat.

He braced the wall behind him, slowly bringing himself to his feet as he reached for the nearest thing he could find, an old ratchet laying against the window seal.

The rustling continued, small frantic jerks from under the tarp lain over the small boat in the center of the room.

“S-show yourself.” He spoke, but it came out more like a fearful stutter. Rather then the warning he wanted.

The rustling got louder, before stopping all together accompanied by a low growl.

An animal maybe? Eddie thought, raising the wrench in his hand as he circled the boat, before coming to a stop at the small opening in the tarp.

Two eyes where barley visible against the moon light but where outlined by the shape of a face and (H/C) hair, poking out from the edges of the tarp.

Eddies eyes widened as he studied the persons eyes, void of any white, just pitch black orbs. He looked a little too long, not giving himself time to think as the person sprung out from under the tarp, leaping in the air with a low growl and slamming down on his chest. His back hit the concrete, grunting and realizing his only weapon had been knocked to the side. His eyes glanced up, face to face with the person he had seen. A girl? He thought. But he wasn’t quite sure, her mouth sat agape, flashing snarling sharp teeth at him as she all but screeched. Spewing saliva against his skin, her pitch black eyes boring into him nearly frantic as they searched his features. He could feel sharp claws digging themselves into the flesh on his shoulders, causing him to wince in pain.

He shifted his eyes down, glancing at her scuffed and tattered clothes, a ripped red T-shirt and torn jeans, and no shoes to be seen.

The fear in him building as he realized this girl, this creature, had him pinned helplessly in place.

“P-Please.” Eddie spoke. “Please don’t.” His voice breaking with every word, not realizing the tears that started to spill over his cheeks, running down the sides of his face.

The girl looked puzzled for a moment, her eyes studying his every move, before slowly shutting her mouth and gazing at the tears that gushed from his now closed blood shot eyes.

When he finally opened his eyes to look at her again, he noticed the black had started to retreat into her pupils, the whites of her eyes coming back to take over until she was left with two large oversized black irises. He felt the claws on his shoulders slowly diminish until it felt more like the normal harsh grip of a person. The girl slowly began to back up off of him until she crouched low in front of him.

He scrambled backwards propping himself against the wall again and grabbing another random object from the floor, this time a metal pole and sticking it out in caution.

“Sorry.” Her voice came out as a whisper, raspy and raw like she had been screaming for years.

“W-who are you.” He demanded, his hand shaking as he pointed his weapon at her.

“Sorry.” She repeated. Backing away slightly on her knees.

“What do you want?!” He yelled, “and don’t fuck with me ok, I don’t know what this shit is, if your human or not human, but Iv seen some shit in the last several hours so I’m not waiting around to find out ‘ight!!” His breathing was rapid, as he tried hard to keep a steady grip on the only thing between him and this strange creature. She stared at him, eyes wide and but seemingly calm, as she shifted to look out into the lake, before returning to stare at him.

“Hungry.” She said lowly. Barley above a whisper and still blank as she stared.

“Hungry? Hungry. Right we’ll I’m not your fucking meal so take whatever you came here for besides a fucking piece of me, and leave.” He shakenly stated. Eyes completely fixed on her every move.

She looked up at the night sky again before looking back at him and suddenly standing. Eddie watched welding his weapon as she moved the side of the wall, looking up at a small side skylight and down at him again. She sighed, eyes flooding with pigment like an ink soaked page, before launching herself up the metal, and crawling up and out the window. He waited for a moment, shaking violently from fear before realizing she wasn’t coming back.

“What the fuck.” He whispeared to himself. “What the fuck, what the fuck was that.” He hit the sides of his head with his hands, feeling the sobs tear through his heart once again as he balled in on himself on the dusty old concrete floor. The fear and adrenaline of the days events soaking into his mind.

It felt like hours had gone by, the night dragging along at an agonizingly slow pace, he slowly felt himself drift away into a much needed sleep, crumbled by his exhaustion.

His dreams filled themselves with images of chrissy, her body, her arms… her eyes…. Torturing him at every corner of darkness he tried so desperately to find peace in.

Yet before his emotions came to swallow him while, the sound of thudding metal shook him awake. He frantically grabbed onto the metal pipe again, jumping into a croached position. His eyes finally adjusting to the dark of the room as he noticed a figure climbing down from the wall. It was her again, creeping along the floor on all fours, something swaying around her mouth. His breathing started to get rapid, fear came barreling back to his heart. As she got closer, his ring clad fingers, gripped fearfully to the metal pipe.

“What the fuck do you want now?!” He yelled, his voice shaking.

The moon faintly illuminated her as she crouched in front of him. As he soon made out the details of blood and fur notched between her jaws. His eyes went wide, horror written on his face. She inched as close as she could to him, before dropping what was in her mouth, her teeth stained red from the liquid. He looked down, stomach turning at the dead squirrel in front of him.

“What. The. Fuck.” He whispeared, eyes clicking up to her face, smeared blood around the corner of her lips, her eyes dark and soulless as before.

“Hungry.” She stated. Backing up slightly to give him room.

“Hungry…? hungry.. oh.” And then it clicked. This creature, this thing, this girl. Was trying to FEED HIM?

“Uhhh… thank you… I guess.”

She nodded slowly, seeming to wait for him to do something.

What the hell do you do in this situation. He can’t actually eat this dead fucking squirrel, and if he refused it was she going to.. I don’t know EAT HIM???!

Eddie took a deep breath.

“I… I don’t,..eat this… stuff. If that makes sense.?” He pushed the squirrel Aside with his shoe, glancing up to see if she would attack him. But she sat, quietly, her eyes slowly glazing back to normal.

“I- I appreciate it, don’t get me wrong, I just. Uh Can’t. Eat it, you understand?”

She nodded. Raising a hand to scratch her dirt caked and hair matted scalp.

“O’kay… we’ll then, uhh..” he looked around. Wondering what to do now that he was sitting by a dead squirrel with a fucking monster girl creature sat across from him.

He didn’t have much time though because in another second she had lunged forward, scaring the shit out of him as he raised his metal pole, closing his eyes expecting the impact before hearing a loud sloppy crunch. He opened one eye, watching as the girl began to chow down on the creature, tearing at it and swallowing everything whole.

He sighed, getting up from the floor and running a hand through his hair.

“Ok. So am I like, fine with assuming that your not gonna eat me? Or kill me? Or tear the flesh off me as I sleep? Because I’m reallllllly tired of feeling like I’m gonna die every second of my life.” He knew he was basically ranting to himself but he thought he’d give it a try. The girl stared up at him, finishing off the bloody pile of fur and nodding.

“Yes.” She stated.

“Oh.. ok so you can understand me? You know what I said? Your not gonna eat me?” He asked again.

“Yes.” She repeated.

“Ok… ok good. God I am going insane.” He began pacing lightly.

“So Iv decided that your either real, or a figment from my nightmares come to haunt me and honestly I don’t know which is worse so.” He threw his hands in the air, “im just gonna say, fuck it. Let’s just chill with the squirrel eating, feral half orc whatever the fuck you are,… I guess.” He scratched the bag of his neck groaning in frustration. “Jesus h Christ, I’m a psychopath, a mental case, holy fuck.” He sat down on a small milk create beside him, running his hands down his face. In the silence of the room, he could hear a small laugh, barley loud enough to catch. His eyes shot up to look at her. The smallest smile visible on her face.

“Are… are you laughing at me?” He asked.

She nodded back.

“Ok… getting laughed at by a monster, that’s a first, so… uh look if your gonna stay… what’s your name? Who are you?” He motioned out with his hands earning complete silence from her. “Do you have anything you go by or?”

She thought for a moment before her eyes perked up. She stood, walking toward him and sitting in front of him.

“(Y/n)” she said. Softly. Reaching a hand out to him.

He laughed through his nose, nearly sounding like a scoff. She was really wanting to shake hands?

“Eddie.” He returned, cautiously shaking her hand back.

She nodded, looking around the room and back at him.

“Ok so one thing, (y/n), if your gonna stay with me, you gotta wash your face off , ight’ it’s just really hard to believe your not gonna rip off my flesh, with that much blood around your mouth. Ok?”

She gave a Kurt nod before bringing her hands up to whip at her face. Eddie quickly realizing she was doing nothing but smearing it around.

“Ok. Ok. Stop.” He said, looking around “uhhh. Ah ok.” He grabbed an old rag off a shelf to his side, as soon as he spotted it, and dipped the corner in the lake beside him. He sighed again, throwing precautions to the wind as he motioned to her to approach him. “Come here.” He commanded. She looked worried, eyeing him with slight fear and looking around.

“Listen, if I was gonna hurt you I would have already ok? We have an argument right? Don’t eat me, I won’t hurt you. Now come here.” He motioned again. Finally receiving a small nod as she crawled the short distance to sit between his legs. She looked up at him, her oversized black eyes, watching his every move.

He reached out, grabbing the side of her face as she tried slightly to pull away before relaxing, he lifted the old rag and began slowly whipping away at the nearly crusted blood against her cheeks and lips.

“You know, not to be rude, but your eyes are kinda fucking scary.” He joked.

She let a small nervous smile show on her lips.

After she was cleaned up, she moved back again to sit away from him.

Eddie looked around, yawning and rubbing at his eyes.

“Ok listen, I’m gonna sleep over there, you stay out here, and maybe even keep watch if your up for it? Ok?” He asked. She nodded in response.

“God you don’t talk much do you?” Earning a head shake from her.

He sighed getting up and slowly making his way to the small boat. Hunkering down in it.

“Ok…. Uh.. Goodnight. Remember our deal ok?” He confirmed, as she nodded again.

At this point he was all but convinced he lost his mind, in no other case would he ever fall asleep with a strange creature girl thing just a few feet away from him, but all sanity had flown out the window for him, as he drifted off to sleep.

His eyes snapped open to the sound of a door opening and voices in the air around him.

What the fuck, wheres the demon girl thing, when you need her? He started to realize they where discussing him, looking for him. Oh god, oh fuck. Shit shit shit, he gripped on to what was around him, fumbling quietly with a bottle that layed beside him. He heard the voices get louder, and the clanking around him filled his head. It all happens so quickly it was like a blur, befor he found himself pinning a man against the wall with the bottle broken in his hands.

He could barley hear as dustin called his name, trying desperately to reason with him.

“He won’t. Hurt you. Eddie.” Dustin repeated.

“Why are you here?!” Eddie spat out.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin replied, his hands up in caution as he approached him.

After several pleas Eddie finally released the man in his grip, moving backwards and slumping down against a wall.

“We. Just. Want. To talk.” Dustin stated reaching for the bottle in Eddie’s hands as he jerked back in fear.

“Ok….Hey hey… it’s Ok…. We just wanna talk.” Dustin repeated. Until Eddie finally released his grip on the glass.

His cheeks bloomed with tears as the images came flooding back to his head.

He finally began to explain the details of the night before, barley able to shake the words from his tongue as fear laced into his eyes.

“You all think I’m crazy right?”

“No. We don’t think your crazy at a-”

“Don’t bullshit me man! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.”

“We believe you.”

“Look-“ Dustin started before the sound of scraping metal sent everyone’s eyes scattered around.

Eddie turned his head at the familiar sound, shifting around before he caught site of her. threw the corner of his vision, she began crawling down the side of the wall behind them. Slamming her self on the ground before running on all fours and leaping straight for Dustin. Robin and navy jumping away in terror.

Shit. He thought. It wasn’t a dream.

Eddie stood up quickly eyes wide.

Steve grabbed the ore beside him wielding it, as (y/n) crashed down on top of Dustin, pinning him to the floor, her sharp teeth showing as she screeched at the boy underneath her. Dustin screamed in fear, the rest of the group yelling curses and scrambling to find items to fight with.

Steve held up his ore lifting it above him.

“WAIT! WAIT WAIT!!” Eddie yelled.

Steve stopped, breath jagged and fearful.

Dustin crying beneath the creature.

“(Y/n).” He spoke softly. Looking at her, claws embedded in Dustin’s chest.

“(Y\n) it’s ok. They’re with me. Ok? Understand.” He reached out, as she looked up at him. Growling, as whatever animals blood she had been eating dripped from her chin.

Steve’s fear got the best of him as he slammed the ore down on her back, causing a loud shriek to cascade from her mouth, as she turned and lunged at the man.

“Fuck! (Y/n) no no no!” Eddie ran around Dustin, grabbing onto her torso as her mouth nearly missed the side of Steve’s arm.

Eddie pulled her back holding her in his grip.

“Dude! I said wait!” Eddie yelled.

“Wait?! What is that thing! It could’ve have killed Dustin!” Steve screamed back.

(Y/n) struggled in Eddie’s grip, snarling up at the group.

“She wouldn’t have! Ok!” Eddie yelled back. Tightening his arm around her.

“(Y/n).” He stated “(y/n) calm down ok? Listen.” He breathed slowly, backing up with her. “Part of our argument included my friends ok?. It’s fine. They’re not gonna hurt you.” He looked at the ore beside Steve, sighing.

“Well not anymore, ok it was an accident. Just. Just calm down ok?” He talked quietly, as the others watched in worry.

She began to slow her protests in his arms, settling herself and looking up at him.

“Friends?” She asked.

“Yes. Yes friends ok? Not a threat. Now calm.” He demanded.

She slowly retracted her teeth, closing her mouth and breathing deeply as her eyes returned to almost normal.

“There you go… good girl.” He stated, feeling almost stupid treating her like some sort of animal. But I mean… she wasn’t really all that human either.

Dustin scrambled to his feat, fear and confusion in his wide eyes.

“Eddie what the fuck! Is that thing?” He asked.

“Ok.. ok I know how this looks. But SHE, is just uh…. A friend I made.. while in hiding. Ok?” He answered.

“A friend?!” Max yelled.

“Yes! Ok. She’s uh…. I don’t actually know. But she won’t hurt you ok. She’s just scared, and probably thought I was in trouble.” He stated.

“Yeah… yeah right ok. We’ve, defiantly dealt with weirder.” Robin said.

“She wouldn’t have attacked, this guy.” Eddie pointed at Steve. “If he would have just put the ore down.”

“Hey! Like I said! I was scared for Dustin!” Steve answered.

“We’ll all it did was hurt her and make her mad! Next time just let me handle it!” Eddie still had a light grip around her as she watched around the room.

“Ok! Ok. Eddie, who the hell is this? You’ve never mentioned her before.” Dustin asked.

“Well uh…” Eddie shifted his eyes. “I kinda just like… found her the other day… but it’s fine ok… she’s fine.”

“You just met her! And you trust she won’t fucking tear us apart!” Steve yelled.

“Listen! I know how it seems ok. But trust me. She’s fine. We have an agreement.”

“An agreement?!” Nancy questioned.

“Yes! An agreement! Right (y/n)? I don’t hurt you, you don’t hurt me. Ya?” He looked down at her as she nodded slowly.

“Yes.” She stated.

Eddie finally dropped the arm he had wrapped around (y/n), so she could stand up properly.

“Ok… so now that everyone’s done yelling!” Eddie shouted.

“(Y/n) this is Dustin, and red and their friends.” Eddie motioned.

She slowly walked over to Dustin, his demeanor tensing.

“Dustin.” She said extending a hand to him.

He flinched at her, looking down at the hand before cautiously extending his own.

“Uh. Yes.” He replied shaking it quickly before retracting himself, eyes wide looking at the blood still smeared on her face.

“She literally still has blood on her face Eddie.” Max questioned, causing Eddie to grimace.

“Oh right.” He said. “Look I promise it’s not human, she like… uh eats animals or somthing… (y/n) come here.” He commanded causing her to walk over to him quickly, as he used to corner of his sleeve to start whipping away at her mouth.

The group watched in complete confusion.

“I’m sorry… she eats animals?! Like… live ones?! Like she catches them?!” Nancy questioned.

“I mean… like technically we do to right?” Eddie quirked a brow causing Dustin’s face to drop.

“Dude she just comes when you call her?” He asked completely changing the subject.

“Uhhh yeah kinda I-“ Eddie’s started.

“Like a pet?” Steve questioned.

“No. No man, not like that she just-“ eddie tried again.

“Like an attack dog.” Dustin stated, eyes wide in awe.

“Dude no. Listen. She just, trusts me I don’t know.” He finally said.

“How do you know? I mean didn’t you just meet her?” Robyn asked.

“I - I just do! I mean it seems like it ok?”

Eddie argued with the group as (y/n) stood shifting her eyes to each of them.

“So what are you just gonna keep her around? Let her follow you?” Nancy asked from across the room, eyeing Eddie.

“Uhh.. I mean. She’s not hurting anyone.”

“She could!” Steve interjected.

“She won’t!” Eddie shouted back.

“I mean the least we could do is get her some new clothes and clean her up? She looks like she crawled out of a sewer.” Max mentioned,

“Ok fine, fine, Eddie just makes sure she doesn’t hurt anyone ok?” Dustin stated, putting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie looked at him and back over to the dirty quite girl looking around in confusion.

“She won’t. I know she won’t .” He replied quietly, glancing over at her with a small smile.

[im-a-gaymess]

How do I tell him?

Young!Tom Riddle x Male Reader.

7th Year.

Angsty Fluff? Contains suggestive/smut scenes.

Slight mention of violence (Just Tom wanting to punch the stupid out of people).

Summary: You and Tom are in love with each other, always were, though you only realize it after ending a pretty toxic relationship.

Word Count: 1786

A/N: I thought of this while listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes thought I'd share

[1:42 AM]

"Look, I'm not saying that I want their attention 24/7, it's just that, well, they don't ever try to make time for me. Even when I need them, they're never here. But I'm expected to be there for them at all times. I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore." You sighed, lowering your head as your eyes wander around the ground.

You've lost sense of time, place even. Only once you stopped to take a breath did you note how late it became. As you raised your head you saw how dark it really was there. The clouds over the stars making their light nearly non existent, and the moon half hidden behind some trees.

And as your eyes travel all over the quiet, dark yet beautiful sky, Tom's attention is strictly fixed on you.

If only you knew how much that man felt at the moment. Really, he was almost overwhelmed with the amount of different emotions.

For one, how badly he wanted to punch your partner for how deeply they hurt you. He knew, from your previous vents, that there was so much more than them just having no time that bothered you. He wanted to make them cry out apologies with regret guilt for how they made you feel.

But also, he couldn't help but feel the need to hold you, keep you close to him, tell you how everything's going to be alright. How all he wants to do is protect you from all of the world's evil, to keep you from anything that could cause you harm.

Without you even noticing, Tom gently put his hand over yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand. How can someone be so,, so endearing,, so loveable and be treated this way? How could someone ever look at him and want to use him? he thought, not brave enough to bring himself to tell you what he truly thinks of you.

"You know you deserve better, right, my love?" he asked, and you, all too familiar with the pet name reply with a little smile. "Would you be surprised if I said yes?" you chuckled, turning to face him, the sight of the boy in front of you making your smile grow a little bigger, causing the other to look at you with loving eyes.

"I still love them, though, I don't even know why, but I do. I still hope they're going to change, even when I know they won't" you continued, a short, awkward laugh leaving your lips.

"Believe me, sweetheart, I know exactly how that feels." he smiled at you, gently stroking your face with his free hand as the two of you continued to talk about everything, and anything, enjoying the company you gave each other.

[Following day, 4:27 PM]

Who knew that drawing in the library's restricted section would be so relaxing? Sketching animals, book covers, objects and even some random fellow housemates. It wasn't so bad, right?

But let's be honest, you were only using it as a means of distraction, trying to get yourself to forget about the fact that you're going to break up with your s/o. You don't even know how Tom managed to convince you.

Of course, it's for the best, you know that. Doesn't change the fact that you feel so damn guilty about it. I mean, why do you even? It's not like they value you, it's not like they won't have other people lined up to take their bullshit right the moment you decide to leave.

Okay, that's it. You're doing it, you're definitely doing it. You mumbled to yourself. After, of course, another art session in your little distraction place.

[5:54 PM]

What's the worst that can happen if I confess? I mean, it's not like the world would end, not like the world would explode and I'd be buried underneath layers of rock and lava.

You had him feeling something he's never even imagined he'd feel; he was nervous. His forehead full of sweat, causing his hair to stick on to him. What are you putting him through?

Friendship...That's all I am to him. I'm just a friend to [Y/N]. He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more than that. Maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't.

[6:11 PM]

To his surprise, Tom heard a knock on his door. He most definitely wasn't in the mood to see, yet even talk to anyone.

"Tommy? My love, are you in there?" You questioned quite loudly, making sure to be heard from across the wall.

That petname, you have no idea what it made him want to do. Did he want to have you underneath him, touch every little bit of your body? Did he want to show you that you're his? Hear you whine and beg for him to kiss you; and so, so much more than you could imagine.

It's not the time to get lost in such sinister thoughts, Tom, he mumbled to himself, finally walking over the room to let you in.

"Hello, darli―" before he could finish, you rushed into his arms. Wrapping your hands around your friend's waist as your head rested under his own. "I missed you all day, dummie" you spoke quietly, finally happy to spend time with him.

He was quite surprised to say the least, you weren't the type to enjoy going for any type of physical affection of any type, unless it was under certain circumstances. Especially the hug being so long.

He wasn't complaining, he adored it, but he couldn't help but worry. Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

"Love, as much as I enjoy moments like this, is there anything you need to tell me? Should I kick anyone's arse?" he raised his brow, looking down at you.

You shook your head, never letting go of the taller man, a smile appearing on your face. How cute he is when he's worried, you thought.

That's pretty much how the rest of the day night went. The two of you in each other's embrace, spending it in utter silence, just glad to be in your own little world together.

You told him, before going back to your dorm, about how you finally broke up with that douchebag, and was your man proud.

The couple next days, weeks even, went by quickly. You and Tom would hang by the library after classes to complete and give help with what the other might have been stuck on.

Tom walks towards you, so dangerously close, you can practically feel his lips on yours. A hand's glued on the wall next to you, right above your head. Your body pressed against a door, his knee right in between your legs, brushing against your crotch. His other hand pulling you closer by your waist, soon planting kisses all over your jaw and neck. You can't help but melt into his touch, his lips- you just want more, more of him.

You gasp, practically jumping up your bed. It was only a dream, wasn't it you thought, sighed in slight disappointment. You wouldn't like to admit it to yourself, but you've been thinking about Tom in a certain way lately.

That only made things worse for you. Because according to you, he would never see you that way. Because the way you saw it, Tom only ever thought of you as a friend.

And so thought he. He was just as disappointed every time he'd dream of the two of you being intimate, romantically, sexually, it didn't matter. He was just as devastated when he woke up. Always went back to sleep hoping those wonderful dreams would go on.

Both of you had a few dreams like those. Some were a whole lot sweeter. Dates together, just the two of you softly making out with the sound of classical music in the background. All of this causing the two of you a bittersweet feeling, thinking that all of this was just hopeless dreams, impossible to come true.

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Starry night, you and him, the lake, the full moon shining bright. There's nothing that could ruin this delightful night. It feels like a dream, so much that you even question the reality of what's going on.

"Is this...real?" you ask Tom, not taking your eyes off the sky you so dearly loved. He raised a brow at you, looking at you in a clearly confused expression.

"If it wasn't, we'd be doing more than just stargazing, love" he chuckled, really hoping you'd take it as a joke.

"What would we be doing then, darling?" you question once again, mocking the way he calls you petnames while at it, a visibly evil smile painted on your face.

Tom takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, turning to face his pretty boy. "Do you really want to know, [Y/N]?"

The usage of your name kind of, just a little bit, frightened you. Not in a necessarily bad way, more like in a 'I have no idea what to expect next' way.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he smirked at you, feeling oddly confident, though your silence and shocked face slowly faded. He was about to mutter apologies 'till you let out a mumble. "I'd like that" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that, my prince? Would you kindly repeat that for me?" he told you with a straight face, making you wonder if he truly didn't hear you. If only you knew the amount of pride he felt at that moment, barely four words and his mind wandering to so, so many things he knew the both of you would like.

The shade of your cheeks changed a bit, was it from embarrassment? Or from the idea that he may actually like you back. Either way, you did repeat what you had told him, blushing even harder as there was an ever-growing smile on your face.

Soon enough, Tom sat up, leaned against a tree nearby. Motioning on his lap, he asked you to sit there, and happily you did.

You've never seen him smile like that. He looked at you like you're the only person in the world. His hands firmly on your cheeks, slowly pulling you in.

Your arms instinctively went around his neck, tilting your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Once you pulled away to take a breath, his hands rested on your lower waist, his eyes staring at you lovingly as they always did.

"You know I'm no good with words." you looked at him exactly the way he was looking at you; you were truly each other's everything. "I know, my prince" his hand wandered around his loverboy's hair, soon pulling him in yet another kiss.

He knew he loved you, and now he was sure you loved him too. Only thing is, he wasn't sure how to ask you to take over the world with him, but for now, he was happy with what you had, and so were you.