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moonkake-143 · 5 months ago

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𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 | Into the Labyrinth

Goblin King!Eddie X AFAB/Fem!Henderson Reader

Edited By the lovey: Jen

Contents: Slow Burn, One sided pining from Eddie turned mutual, love at first sight, fluff, angst, no use of y/n

Summery: Your time starts now and your first challenge awaits.

Chapter 2/? {wc: 5.7k}

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Part 1 Part 2

The walk felt long and arduous, especially with the sun beating down on you as hard as it did. How odd it was that you were just under the cover of darkness back home— it had been cold and stormy, but here the sun was high up in the sky, with clouds only partly covering the land. Below you, the grassy hill felt as if it went on forever, and for a beat, you thought it did— a sick trick already at the start, but one thing remained a constant in your mind.

Find Dustin and get out of there.

You thought those words over and over like a mantra, or hell, even a prayer, pushing yourself forward despite the burning sun. Despite the clock that timed you from the top of that damn hill. Despite the handsome, curly-haired man who brought you here in the first place.

Cursing him, you shook your head and continued your trek, finally reaching the bottom of the hill and landing on a dirt road. The surrounding fields were barren, and crops rotted in tipped-over barrels. The area was devoid of life, and as the smell of charcoal invaded your nostrils, you scrunched your nose in disgust, picking up the pace. With sunken thatch roofs, the houses were charred, and when you came closer, you noticed arrows stuck in the rotting wood. You noticed the claw marks that scarred the doors and the rust-colored stains that marred the sides of the cottages. There had been some sort of struggle; a carnage that had been long forgotten, but there were no bodies in sight— as if they had just up and vanished.

Just what happened here?

As you walked, the ash-stricken houses began to converge the closer you walked towards the forest, as if a village was waiting deep inside. A growing uneasiness followed you until you finally stopped in front of a signpost, realizing that the dirt road forked into two paths— one that went into the forest, and another that continued towards abandoned farmland. Both signs were illegible, written in a language that resembled the scribbles of a two year-old. But even if you could translate them, the wooden signs were so damaged, rotting and falling apart, that you struggled to decide which way to go.

Without warning, a gust of wind swept through you, and you shivered, rubbing your arms to combat the sudden chill. Now you really wished you had a jacket, rather than just a tank top. However, you noticed that the wind whisked a trail of leaves into the woods.

If that wasn't a sign, then you didn't know what was.

Taking a deep breath, you followed them down the path.

Time seemed to stand still as you walked through the damp forest, but then again, time felt a lot different here. The trees provided a much-needed cover from the burning sun, casting gloomy shadows. It seemed to be a logging camp, with a scattering of wooden cabins that looked in better shape then the ones outside, but were still unsettling to walk past. You found more arrows, with rusty axes embedded in the trunks of trees, but nature seemed to overtake them. Grass and daisies grew in the gaps between abandoned machinery, covering the pieces in moss. More houses seemed to go deeper into the forest, all seemingly abandoned and overgrown.

As you walked, the humidity caused your hair to frizz up and covered your entire body in an uncomfortable layer of sweat. You let out a huff and wiped the condensation from your brow, your legs aching.

How long had you been walking for? Was this all for nothing? Had you gone the wrong way? Was there no labyrinth at all? Questions swirled around your mind as your chest swelled, your breath shortening. The heat was not helping— it felt suffocating, as if the entire forest was a damp sauna. What was it with this sudden change in weather?

With a ragged breath, you finally stopped walking, and your vision blurred with tears. Anxiety gnawed at your very core, your body tensing and trembling as you buried your face in your hands, taking deep breaths. Slowly, you tried to steady yourself, your head aching and pulse pounding. As the pain in your chest subsided, you lowered your palms from your eyes, slowly opening them.

In front of you wasn't the dirt path, but a large gate— one that hadn’t been there before. It was tall and deeply ornate, with a stone arch and iron bars that were curled into what looked like bats. Moss and vines twisted along the cobblestone pillars on either side, but what caught your eye was the wide, seemingly endless wall that encompassed the labyrinth. You slowly walked up to it, grabbing onto the iron bars and pulling— but the gate was locked.

"Come on, I've come this far…” you sighed.

"Halt! Who goes there?”

Jumping in surprise, you spun and frantically looked for the source of the voice, bringing your arms up in a defensive position— albeit a rather weak one.

"Who’s there?!” you called out.

The disembodied voice seemed to chuckle at your attempt at intimidation.

"I should be asking you that! What brings a human to my neck of the woods?”

The voice sounded feminine and held a jolly lilt of humor, one that eased your stance slightly. Looking around, you kept your fists up, stepping forward. Maybe those karate classes from elementary school would kick in if something did happen.

Then as swift as the wind, someone from the top of the gate dropped behind you.

"Boo!”

Yelping, you tripped and landed on your bottom, stirring up dust that caused you to cough.

Curse your lack of instincts and balance. Those classes did nothing to prepare you.

When the dust settled, you found a pair of striking blue-green eyes staring you down. You let out a gasp, quickly scooting backwards in a feeble attempt to crabwalk away from her. She was sun-kissed, as if she spent her life outside, with freckles dotted across her nose— or was it dirt? You couldn't tell, but she was studying you like a specimen, her eyebrows married in concentration at the possibility of you being a threat. But then she relaxed and flashed a sharp-toothed smile, her teeth both blinding and scary.

"So it is you! The girl Eddie’s always on about!”

"Wh-What?”

"Oh, sorry for startling you— here, lemme help you up.”

She grabbed your forearm, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, and you winced as her sharp claws lightly grazed your skin. Her dirty-blonde hair was chopped just above her shoulders, her eyes crinkling under her wide grin. How could she smile even more?

"Who are you?”

"Oh right, I’m Robin! I watch over this gaudy-looking gate!”

Robin stepped back from you, and it was then that you fully took her in. She wore a similar outfit to Eddie's, dressed in a poet shirt and tight trousers, with gloves fit for an archer. Slung over her back was a longbow and a quiver of arrows, and a dagger was sheathed to her hip. Gold piercings adorned her ears, which were long and pointed— something you had only ever read about in fantasy novels.

"You’re an elf…?”

"Oh hells no! A goblin, actually! Never seen a goblin before? We're nothing like those posh pricks!"

"No, I've never seen a real goblin before..."

"And it's been a while since I've seen a human! They're quite rare around here.”

Shaking your head, you stared at her in awe. Goblins always were depicted as small, evil green things, but Robin— she looked human. It made you wonder what elves really looked like.

"I know, I am quite stunning, but I'm afraid I'm taken!"

You realized you were staring for longer than was socially acceptable, and your face turned bright red as you broke your stare.

"You're really the girl he's always talking about, huh? I can see why he likes you.” The relaxed tone disappeared from her voice, her previous expression returning as she studied you. The goblin woman then began to circle you like a vulture, sizing you up and scanning you from head to toe.

"What? Why are you doing that? Robin, right? Please, can you let me inside?”

"Woah, one question at a time. Start with the most important one.”

"Can you please let me inside?”

"I can, but that’s not the right question.”

"What? What do you mean not the right question?”

"You ask a lot of questions, huh?”

Robin finally stopped in front of you and stared, a smile slowly appearing on her face. She was quiet, letting you stew in your own mind.

What was she talking about? You said please, was that not enough?

You turned your back to her, opening your arms and lifting them to the sky.

"Open Sesame? Abracadabra?”

Robin burst into a fit of laughter, her own face turning red as she clutched her abdomen, her shoulders shaking. You dropped your arms in embarrassment, cheeks flushing as you wracked your brain for what could have been the answer— why wouldn't she open the gate?

Oh wait.

"...Will you please open the gate?”

"Now that’s more like it!”

Robin turned and pushed vines aside to reveal a wooden lever, pulling it down. The mechanisms began to churn, the cranking of the gears becoming louder as you walked closer. Anxiety quickly settled into a permanent place in your stomach.

"How bad is it?”

"The truth? Terrifying. Are you really going in there?” Robin watched you with curious, worried eyes.

"I have to…for my brother.”

"You mean the brother you wished away? How admirable. But here’s your official warning: a mere human like you may not make it out alive. The labyrinth is no game to take lightly— you might forget which way is which, fall into a pit of spikes, or encounter a monster thirsty for blood— you'll never know what you might find.”

Staring wide-eyed at the open gate, you turned to her.

"There are monsters in here? You're not messing with me?“

"Afraid not, but here— you might need this.”

Robin unclipped her dagger, quick to wrap the belt around your waist.

"Promise we’ll be friends if you make it out alive?”

"When I make it out…”

"That's the spirit! Now go get 'em! Don’t die!" Robin’s smile was blinding as she pushed you towards the entrance. "Good luck, and don’t take anything at face value!”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at the stone walls, which seemed to beckon you inside. Taking a breath, you crossed under the gate, which quickly fell shut behind you with a loud bang. You jumped, turning to see the goblin woman waving from the other side.

Letting out a surprised huff, you faced ahead once more.

"Alright, I gotta find Dustin," you thought. "I've only got thirteen hours— how am I even going to track that? Robin mentioned monsters...at least she gave me this…"

Pulling the dagger from its place on your belt, you examined it. It was a simple thing wrapped in leather, with a slightly curved blade. Embedded in the hilt was a red stone, possibly a ruby. You held it out and slashed at the air, imagining your target as someone with curly hair and brown doe eyes. Once satisfied with yourself, you sheathed it away and continued your journey.

You walked slowly, taking in your surroundings and keeping a watchful eye out for any traps. Brown roots covered the stone walls and spilled onto the path in thick chunks. You carefully maneuvered around them, but the passage seemed to go on forever, and you slowly went from a walk to a jog, and from a jog to a sprint, running down the path with no end in sight.

Your careless running finally caught up to you when you tripped over a thick, gnarled root, toppling over and tumbling to the ground. Knees digging into dirt, you huffed as you looked up, and from the corner of your eye, you saw it.

The labyrinth was moving.

By the looks of it, it changed ever-so slightly— nothing the careless eye could catch so quickly. The walls shifted in what looked to be a wave of magic, pulsating as if they were alive, and the root you had just tripped over slowly disappeared, rescinding into the stone crevices behind you. Was the labyrinth alive after all? Or was this Eddie’s doing?

You punched the ground in frustration as the pain in your knees became a dull ache. Groaning, you sat up against the wall, your face red not just from exhaustion, but the anger that bubbled to the surface.

"You can’t be serious!" you screamed at the bright blue sky, hoping someone— anyone— would listen. "What the actual fuck am I supposed to do? Hey, Eddie! Yeah, I have a feeling you can hear me, you prick! What the fuck!? You didn't say it fucking moves! Or that there were monsters in here!”

You were met with dead silence as you leaned your head against the stone wall, catching your breath and closing your eyes.

"Alright, this is fine, just breathe. This is like one of those DND campaigns. Yeah, okay, maybe none of this is even real. Did I finally lose it? What if Dustin is dead? Oh god, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself— what if I'm dead too?! What if mom finds me on the side of the road?!” Your ramblings carried through the silence of the labyrinth, hands trembling as you raked your fingers through your hair in anxious panic.

Tears threatened to escape your eyes, and you tried to will them away, but had to shove your palms against your eyes to force them to hide. You wouldn’t cry, not over this, not over hypothetical scenarios. Dustin was alive— he had to be. You remembered his bubbly laugh. You remembered how curious he always was, often getting into trouble. You remembered how he tucked his head of curls under your chin when you watched movies together. Then you thought about how scared he must be without you there, in the dark and surrounded by terrifying monsters who could eat him if they wanted to. You tucked your knees close to your chest, hiccups erupting from your body as the tears you tried so hard to fight back flowed from your eyes.

"Are you alright, dear?”

You jumped at the sudden voice. It was a gentle thing, feminine and holding a motherly lilt that pulled you out of your internal dread. You searched for the source of it, eyes teary.

"Would you like a spot of tea? I believe I have some leaves perfect for brewing.”

The source of the voice finally revealed itself to you, hanging from a vine on the wall. Rubbing the tear stains from your cheeks, you leaned towards the creature. A spotted mushroom sat on its head, and delicate, glistening fairy wings sprouted from its back. You shook your head at the question.

“What troubles you, my dear?”

The fairy was small but seemed wise with age, with pointed ears that stuck out from her dark brown curls. Her skin was golden, as if the sun blessed her, and she wore a dress made of leaves. Her voice was warm and inviting, but her golden eyes looked you over with sorrow and worry— a mother's gaze, no doubt.

"It’s this maze! It moves without warning! How am I supposed to get through it in thirteen hours?! Dustin is probably scared to death and it's all my fault!”

"Oh dear, our king hasn’t properly warned you of the labyrinth, has he? Well, I can tell you with certainty that the brother you shed tears for is safely tucked away in his manor. Our king is kind and always watches over us, including little ol’ me. But in this place, things are not what you expect— for example, take that wall in front of you. It is no ordinary wall.”

The fairy's wings gently fluttered as she lifted herself towards the wall. Placing a small hand against it, she seemed to keep floating forward.

Slowly calming your tears, you picked yourself off the ground and approached the wall. Hand outstretched, you expected yourself to stop short, only you stumbled forward.

"So it’s an illusion...” You walked further and were finally able to place your hand against the cobble, where you saw paths on either side. The fairy slowly settled onto your shoulder, her wings limply hanging downward.

"I’m sorry, dear— my wings don’t quite flutter how they used to. Can you set me down near that mushroom there? Thank you.”

"No, I should be thanking you. I needed your help.” You crouched and held your palm towards your shoulder. The fairy hopped onto it, and you set her on the dirt.

"Oh dearie, it was nothing. Now go, he’s waiting for you!”

"Thank you again.”

The fairy gave you a warm smile before waving you away, her hands sparkling as you straightened up. There were two paths to choose from, both looking nearly identical. You looked to the right first, which was lined with spotted mushrooms, and then to the left, where flowers grew from stone walls. Your feet moved towards the left path, distracted by the flowers, but you stopped.

"Maybe the flowers are a trap. Their smell is so overwhelmingly sweet, it's giving me a headache— I can't go that way.” You shook your head and swiftly turned to the right, following the mushrooms down the path.

You walked and walked for what felt like hours, the pulsating walls shifting from gray cobblestone to green hedges, the changes taking place in your peripheral vision. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed that shrubbery covered the opening you came through. You pulled the dagger from its sheath and carved an arrow into the ground, marking your path. Keeping the knife out, you trekked through the hedge maze, and when you reached a dead end, you sighed and turned back— only for the arrow mark to be missing.

"What the hell? This is such a sick joke— I swear it was right here! Ugh!” You stomped, and the stone tile beneath your foot clicked. Your breath stalled short as your eyes darted around, but you saw nothing. You heard the sudden rustle of leaves, and turned to find that the dead end had opened into an archway. It could have been some sort of trap, but you were desperate, and hurried through the opening.

The passage slowly opened to a courtyard surrounded by round hedge walls, and you froze as fear took hold of you. Between two pillars, you found a mysterious creature sleeping. It was blocking something— a door.

"This has to be the way. Of course it wouldn’t be so easy. I need to find a way around this thing— whatever it is."

You surveyed the creature from a distance, still frozen in fear and awe. Curled like a sleeping housecat, it resembled a golden lion with feathered wings. How were you going to get around it? Your sweaty fingers gripped the hilt of the dagger Robin had given you. It wasn’t much, but you took comfort in having something to defend yourself with. You inched forward, trying to find a way around the beast.

The animal stirred and you froze immediately, sweat beading on your temple as you defensively held the knife in front of you. The creature then growled and twisted, stretching out in its sleep. A crystal ball rested under its paw, suddenly lighting up, and an all-too-familiar voice shouted through it.

"Chrissy, wake up!”

The creature hummed and swiped at the ball, which rolled its way towards you. Maybe this was your chance for contact— to see if your brother was alright.

You quickly sheathed the dagger and dropped down to hoist the crystal ball into your hands, backing away from the creature. Larger than the one previously offered to you, the orb reflected a man with shaggy curls. You glared at his image, but Eddie's attention was elsewhere as he shouted at someone, his voice muffled by all the noise around him. In the background, you heard the sounds of goblins yelling and knocking each other over as something metal loudly clattered to the floor.

"Eddie, the kid is causing too much trouble! He nearly decapitated little Mike with a sword just now! You watch him, I need a break!”

"Stevie you can't leave now! He likes you!"

"Not my problem! And stop calling me that!

The unknown man huffed in annoyance before walking off and Eddie rolled his eyes before he let out a heavy sigh.

"Some one else was watching over Dustin? And he was around a sword?!"

Eddie's pointed ears twitched at a high-pitched scream and he groaned, before turning his head to face you.

"How many times do I—? Oh hello, Miss Henderson.” His eyes widened, not expecting to see you on the other end of the crystal.

"Where is he?” Your voice was low and angry as you quickly hid behind a pillar, but he seemed distracted.

"Where’s who? Hey!" The ball jostled as it was ripped from his hands. "Get back here!” He started chasing after the thief, and when he seemed close, you heard childish laughter.

"Dustin, is that you!?” Your eyes brimmed with tears as you clutched the ball close, a relieved sigh escaping— none of your fears had come true.

The laughter became louder as your brother’s gummy grin took center stage, his blue eyes crinkled with glee as he ran, the crystal shaking in his hands.

"Dustin! Dustin! Are you okay?!” Your voice shook as you tried to get his attention, lowering it as the sleeping creature stirred. He laughed and joyously called your name.

"I okay, no worry!”

"Are you sure? You're not hurt? Where are you?” Your questions came out quick, but he giggled, his curls bouncing as he ran.

"I at Eddie's house! I like it here and I like Eddie! He play with me and I still eat my veggies, like you say! But Eddie don’t eat.”

"I’m coming to get you, okay? I'll be there soon. Then we’re gonna go home and eat all the ice cream you want. If the goblins do anything bad, then you hit them real hard and run away.”

"Yay!" The boy cheered, but his running slowed, his eyes droopy and tired. "Pinky promise...?”

"Pinky promise…I…I love you.”

"Love you…” he yawned.

Suddenly he was scooped up, laughing sleepily— something you didn’t think you would miss so much.

"I’ll take that back now, you little rascal— time for bed.”

The image shook once again as Eddie plucked the crystal ball from Dustin's grip, holding it out to show the two of them. Dustin dug his face into his shoulder and clung to his neck, legs wrapped around his torso. The man’s eyes were gentle as he shifted his attention from the boy to you, and with a soft voice, he stared you down.

"You have eleven hours— I'll see you soon.”

Red smoke filled the crystal, and when it cleared, he was gone.

"What was all that about? No, forget him, Dustin is okay. He's been eating and now he's going to sleep. See me soon? When I see Eddie, I’m gonna—"

You set the large crystal ball on the ground and turned to the now very-much-awake creature— one that was half-human, dressed in a white and gold toga. Her ocean blue eyes were piercing, her golden hair perfectly framing her soft face.

"It seems you caught me napping— you must be the famous Henderson girl I hear so much about.” The creature's voice was soft and tired, her eyes staring you down as you stood away from her.

How did all of these creatures know you?

You kept still, your heart furiously beating in your ears. You were sure she could hear it too.

"That knife at your hip— I hope you weren't planning on using it on me. Otherwise, you might have been my lunch.” she grinned nonchalantly.

You quickly shook your head— a lie.

"Come closer, don't be shy. I’m Chrissy and I promise I won’t eat you— there are things here that are far worse than me. Now for your test!”

You slowly began to approach her, noticing three large locks on the door behind her.

"Test? What kind of test?”

"It’s really easy, just answer some riddles and unlock the door behind me to continue towards the city. Easy-peasy!”

"Wait, riddles? You're a sphinx?” You wracked your head for the story, remembering the creature from a book of Greek mythology you read for history class.

"Well no, I’m a goblin. We come in all shapes and sizes." Chrissy was a large creature, but she began to shrink, her lion legs shifting into human ones. Her toga reached her ankles, and her bare feet seemed to have been dipped in gold. Her blonde hair fell just past her shoulders as she yawned, arms stretching out above her head.

You watched in awe and she smiled brightly, giving you jazz hands. The golden bangles around her wrists clanked when she did so.

"Alright then, I have three riddles for you. If you can’t solve them, then unfortunately, you'll be...misplaced.”

"Wait, misplaced? Where to?”

"Typically you’d be placed anywhere in the labyrinth, but in this case, I was told to send you back to the beginning.”

Your eyes widened and she laughed, her jewelry jingling as she approached you.

"So, are you ready or not? You don’t have that much time…”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Hopefully all those Dungeons and Dragons sessions would pay off.

"I’m ready…I think.”

She clasped her hands together in prayer and her blue eyes gently closed. When she opened them a few seconds later, they glowed a bright gold. You flinched at the unexpected change, but tried to relax. This was your first true test.

"Your first riddle is this: if given one, you’ll have many or none at all.” Her voice echoed throughout the landing, shaking the hedge walls.

You steadied yourself and delved deep into your mind, stewing in the question. You had to think carefully; if you gave the wrong answer, you would have to start all over again. And if you did, there most likely wouldn't be a kind fairy creature to help you. What would you even choose to say? There were so many choices.

Wait.

Taking a deep breath, you shakily gave your first answer.

"A choice…?”

Chrissy smiled, and a lock from behind her fell to the floor.

"That is correct— your destiny is shaped by the choices you make on your journey through life. Many choices can alter your path, whether they lead you to ruin, or lead you to glory. Choices give the power to challenge your fate. Now your second riddle is this: some are cherished, some are hated, and even if lost, they remain with you.”

You stared at her, taking in her words, imprinting them into your mind. It could be people— maybe it was. But how are lost people still with you? In your heart?

Suddenly you thought of your father, the day he left Hawkins ingrained into your memory. Your mother was pregnant with Dustin at the time— you remembered her crying after work, still in her scrubs. You remembered the day she came home with your brother in a carrier and how she cried for weeks after. You remembered seeing her less often. You remembered waking up to feed Dustin when your mother worked night shifts. You remembered not having a Sweet 16th after he was born. You remembered helping to pay for his racecar bed. You remembered getting him to say your name for the first time. It was his first word. You remembered raising him, and you remembered loving him so much. But you remembered the sleepless nights before tests. You remembered missing school to watch over him when he was sick. You remembered crying when he wouldn’t stop. You remembered having to swallow back the tears when your mother was there. The memories were a cocktail of pain, loss, and happiness.

You remembered…

"Is the answer memories?”

Another of the locks fell to the ground, causing it to shake.

"Correct— memories are powerful. They may hold a person's love or hate, their joy and their grief, and some may choose to block them out. The memories you hold dear will always be imprinted into your heart, even as years pass. Our memories shape us, and you are now stronger because of them. Keep those memories close, for even if they hurt, they are a part of who you are. Now, your last riddle is this: they arrive every night, whether invited or not. They can be seen, but not heard or touched. If one falls, they all keep moving.”

You absorbed her words into your mind— you needed to get this right, or you would be doomed to reset this death trap. Tapping your foot, you tried to wrap your head around the riddle. You looked up at the sky above you, falling into a distant memory.

"Whas in da sky?”

"Those are stars, Dustin. You can only see them clearly out here.”

"Why?”

"Because it's dark here.”

"The dark is scawy...”

"It can be, but the stars will always keep you safe.”

"How?”

"Well, you see that up there? That’s the North Star— when it comes out, you make a wish on it. And guess what? If you follow it, it can take you home.”

You sat on the driveway with Dustin in your lap, staring up into the starry sky. There had been a blackout, and your mother was still working at the hospital. The sudden darkness had scared the boy, and you tried to calm his cries by bringing him outside.

"It can?”

"Yeah, and do you wanna know the coolest thing?”

"Wha?”

"Sometimes stars fall from the sky. They say bye-bye to their mommies and they go on their own adventure. They fly by and spread their magic dust to make you happy.”

"Really? They not scawed?”

"Maybe, but it’s okay to be scared. Their mommies are always watching.”

"And sisters?”

"Yeah buddy, their sisters watch them too.”

Dustin leaned against you, staring up at the sky with awe in his bright blue eyes. The stars, despite the blackout, kept on moving.

"Is Mommy still working?”

"Yeah, the hospital needs a lot of help, so she’s staying late.”

"I sleep with you?”

He looked up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, and how could you say no to that? You sighed and gently nodded.

"Yeah, you can sleep in my room 'til Mom gets back.”

He cheered and leaned against you, his eyes starting to close, and for a second, you thought a comet shot through the sky.

You wished things were different.

"Stars— the answer is stars.” Your voice came out shaky and unsure, and you held your breath until finally, after what felt like years, the final lock clicked open and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Correct— for centuries, the stars have guided the lost, and today, their memory guides you forward. Whenever you feel lost in your heart, unsure of how to navigate the darkness within, then look to the night sky. Follow the stars and allow them to guide you, just as they guided others long ago. Just as the stars keep moving, so will you. Congratulations— you have passed the test and may continue on your journey.”

You held your breath, your eyes wide with shock. Your heart raced as you stood still, as if one wrong move would send you back to the start of the labyrinth. But your anxiety melted into joy when you realized that you had done it— you had passed the first test. You let out a shaky breath, your trembling hands quickly rubbing away the joyous tears that poured down your cheeks. Breaking into a smile, you turned to the orb, pointing at it with a determined fire in your eyes.

"See that, Eddie?! Fuck you, I did it! Bring it on!”

Chrissy smiled and tried to hide her laugh. She closed her glowing eyes, and when she blinked them open, she was herself again.

"Do watch out for traps, won’t you? I would like to see you at the banquet.”

"Banquet?”

"Yes, I would like to see you there alive and well. We have a celebration coming up and would love to have you there.”

You stared at her with confusion etching your features— as if you would voluntarily spend another second in this godforsaken place.

Chrissy stepped aside as the door swung open, exposing a topiary of a lion on the other side of the passage. You turned to her as she stretched and yawned, her form shifting back to her more animal-like appearance. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you were finally able to voice your concern.

"Are the next trials harder?”

"Well, everything has its difficulties and everything has its solutions. You’ll be fine, just keep looking ahead.”

"Alright, thank you!”

You took a deep breath, and with a newfound excitement, you passed through the doorway, your eyes trained on the topiary ahead. You looked back at Chrissy, who seemed to settle into sleep, and with a wide smile, you began to run. Your shoes pounded against the flagstone floor as you hurried through the passage.

But then the flagstone was gone, there was no ground, and your eyes widened as you fell down a gaping abyss. You clawed at the edge of the stone, but it was too late. Your heart raced as you helplessly flailed your arms, the darkness swallowing the scream you let out as you plummeted into the unknown. Was this the your fate all along? Had you made the wrong choice? Gone the wrong way? Were you going to die?

"I should have looked where I was stepping."

You fell down, down into the abyss, and the darkness consumed you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know it took almost a year to get here but it's here! I'm a full time college student and coming up with original puzzles for this was no easy feat I'll tell you what. I promise I haven't given up yet! Don't forget to reblog, like and comment it really helps! (gosh I sound like a Youtuber lol) But anyways thank you again for reading and back to the writing cave I go!

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queenimmadolla · 1 year ago

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Baby Blurbs 💛

can i request eddie & tequila with a genre of your choice ✨

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝 (are you guys okay???)

Eddie stared out of the window of the van, cigarette held to his lips as he took a deep drag, ash, crumbling down onto his pants.

He was parked outside of The Hideout. Had been for a couple of minutes now. There were only four other cars in the makeshift dirt parking lot, one of which was yours.

You were the reason why he was here in the first place. Had been running away from him the whole day, not that he’d been chasing you. Eddie had been avoiding you, too.

Until you’d walked into the diner, earlier tonight, and seen him with his friends and another band. You’d immediately walked out and while he hadn’t gone after you then, Eddie knew a talk was needed.

You hadn’t been at your house, hadn’t been with your friends and he just so happened to pass by the bar when he spotted your car.

Exhaling the nicotine cloud out the window, Eddie rolled it up and stepped out of the van, dropping the cigarette to the ground and putting it out with his shoe as he stared at the neon sign flashing in front of the entrance.

Eddie had a bad feeling about this but he couldn’t say he’d had a whole lot of good ones in the last couple of months.

He trudged forward, pushing the heavy wooden door open. There were hardly any occupants, a band of teenagers he didn’t recognize playing on the stage, reminding him of Corroded Coffin’s earlier days.

There was a couple in a corner booth, a few stragglers in the tables near the stage and Eddie found you at the bar, perched on a stool with your chin in your hands and a shot glass in front of you.

He swallowed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket for the short walk towards you.

You didn’t stir when he sat next to you, didn’t even glance up at him. Your big eyes housed a sadness that made something in him ache, the corners of your lips just slightly turned down.

He shifted in his seat, prying his hands out of his pockets to rap his knuckles against the bar top, rifling through his brain to come up with something, anything to say.

“What’s your poison?” he finally asked, jutting his chin towards the full shot glass in front of you.

You didn’t respond, still staring at all the bottles lining the back of the wall, but not really taking them in. Acted like he wasn’t there.

So, Eddie reached forward and took your glass, bringing it up to his nose for a whiff, “Tequila. Nice choice, your stomach is─”

“I think we should take a break.”

You whispered it so quietly that Eddie almost hadn’t heard you. Almost.

He was shocked, mouth parted slightly as he felt his blood run cold.

You finally looked at him, head barely turning and the pain in your gaze was enough to hurt Eddie, have tears lining his own eyes.

Your eyes were red, having already cried your heart out while you drove mindlessly around town after you’d walked into your favorite diner to see Eddie with his other life, his bandmates you were familiar with, other people you weren’t and his arm around a girl who wasn’t you.

Bleach blonde with deep blue eye who fit his aesthetic, looked like she belonged with him.

The realization hit you hard, not because you hadn't seen it coming, but because it had always been just a couple of paces behind you since Eddie had committed to music.

He’d started touring around the area, then out of state. It wasn’t so bad at first, he’d call and he was still your mushy boyfriend, then suddenly the calls became less frequent, until you barely got them.

And the drugs. Eddie started using more, relying on them. When he did come home, he was usually passed out, if he wasn’t hanging out with anyone who wasn’t you.

You fought a lot. Not just arguments, it was yelling and screaming and tears and doors slamming with feelings hurt.

Having him home didn’t feel like you thought it would. You were lonelier and sadder than ever and he was just on the other side of the bed.

What you’d seen today was just the topping on the shitty cake.

“I’m so sad, Eddie.” You stated, a hot tear trailing down your cheek and slipping under your chin. You didn’t bother wiping it, not when you knew more would come, “I’m so sad because I miss you so much and you’re right here.”

“We can work on it, baby. I love─” He tried, breath hitching but you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your lips together to try to keep from full on bawling again because you needed to say this.

“I know, Eddie. I know you love me. And I love you. I love you so much. I want to marry you, I want to have your babies, I want to be with you all the time. But we’re not good for each other right now, Eds. I love you so much it hurts. Love isn’t supposed to hurt, not like this.”

Eddie was upset, too. While his tears had yet to leak, they flooded his eyes and you were surprised his waterline could even keep them at bay. He looked like he was in agony.

“No, baby, we can fix this. We can—therapy. We can do therapy. I’m sorry I made you feel like this but we can─”

“It’s not just you, Eddie. I know I don’t make you happy.” It killed you to say it outloud, your worst fear and something he’d reassured you would never be possible. That had been when the two of you were younger and naive enough to think love could save anything, that love was enough. If that was true, the world would be a much better place.

But it wasn’t. Because love isn't enough. Love couldn’t save your relationship with Eddie.

Maybe you could.

“That’s not true─”

“Eddie,” Your eyes pleaded with him not to lie to you to save your already wounded heart and he squeezed his eyes shut, fingers rubbing at them and smearing the wetness around his eyelashes.

It’d be easy to paint Eddie as the villain, the downfall, but it’d be a lie. You didn’t make him happy anymore, just like he didn’t make you happy. You couldn’t imagine how annoying all your pestering was, the equivalent of a boyfriend blowing up the phone of some club you were at while out on the town with your girls, having the time of your life.

Eddie couldn’t enjoy the fast life and wild nights with his friends because you were constantly worried, constantly leaving messages for him at hotels and when you were with him, you were so in your head that you also weren’t present with him. Not fully enjoying any of his concerts or the after parties he’d take you to, and you picked fights just as much as he did.

Eddie was entitled, and had earned the right to enjoy the scene he’d clawed his way into. You were upset because you didn’t fit into it, just like he didn’t seem to fit into your life anymore. You knew nothing was going on with that girl you’d seen him have his arm around at the diner, she was probably a part of the other band he was with. Should he have put himself in that situation? Probably not. Should you have let the man who bought you that shot talk you up? Probably not. Probably shouldn’t have flirted back with him because you were vulnerable, regardless of how coy and innocent it had seemingly been. Eddie was vulnerable, too.

You were both just unfortunate victims to circumstance.

“I know I don’t make you happy anymore. It’s okay. I call you all the time when you’re away, even when I know you’re not up to anything because I’m lonely. We don’t even really talk when I do. And I’m lonely when you’re with me, too. Now, we don’t talk when you’re away or here. And sometimes that makes me feel happy, relieved. I know you feel the same way, Eddie. It’s okay.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, silently weeping against his palms because you were right. All the two of you did lately was fight, be it passive aggressively or not, and avoid each other. Couldn’t fight if you weren’t talking, it was a relief to know neither of you was actively hurting each other with harsh words and accusations. Eddie never wanted to hurt you. He loved you.

“So, let’s just take a break, okay? See what it is we really want. I know this sucks, but I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at this. It’s life and it sucks, but there’s not much else we can do unless we want to keep forcing this until we hate each other. I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want to hate us.”

“I love you,” he croaked out, pulling his face from his hands to reveal red eyes with tear trails staining his cheeks, “I love you so much, I want to marry you, too, and I want you to have my babies and I want to wake up to you every day of my life.”

Your smile was a watery one and you knew if you stayed any longer, you’d stay. And you and Eddie would have a ticking clock over your heads, a deadline, a guaranteed end to your relationship in a big, fiery ball of resentment and hatred.

So, you wiped your face, gathered your bag and stood up. You took Eddie’s face in your hands and pressed the most tender kiss to his wet cheek, allowing your lips to linger as your heart begged you to stay, to feed into each other’s misery, let it all fall apart and watch if it meant you still got to be Eddie’s girl.

Another tear fell from your eye, though it landed on Eddie’s skin instead of yours.

“I love you, Eddie. I hope someday it’ll be enough. It’s just not right now, baby.”

You pressed your forehead against his, the two of you crying together for a moment before you pulled away, “Take care of yourself, Eds, okay?”

Your thumb wiped some of his tears away and you gave him one last smile before you went for the door.

Eddie watched you until you were gone, and he stared at the door long after.

It was only when the bartender made a last call announcement that he stirred, downing your shot before he crept out of the bar, fully intent on grieving for the rest of the night, the rest of his life.

#vivi’s baby blurbs #this one was definitely a toddler again but it felt really good #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson angst #boyfriend!eddie munson #ex boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

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harry-styles-obsessed · 1 year ago

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Separation anxiety

Synopsis: Harry and readers son has always been attached to Harry and always being anxious when he’s not around but one evening the anxiety flies through the roof and Harry’s immediately there to comfort his son. Most things don’t work but Harry has the perfect remedy up his sleeve…

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Pairings: daddy! Harry x reader

“Ethan go to sleep,” you called up the stairs hearing your five year old son shouting for you. “But mummy!” “Ethan go to sleep.” “Can I tell you something mummy?!” A soft sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes “go to sleep Ethan otherwise I’ll come up there and put bedtime music on instead!” Harry soon called, backing you up and instantly making the boy fall silent. It was always difficult to put him to sleep, especially at 7 pm, he just didn’t like going to sleep, always and constantly making up reasons as to why he can stay awake. But you and your husband Harry have to always be firm with him. It takes its time but it works.

Harry exhaled beside you, running his fingers through his hair before he looked at you “anything we doing tomorrow?” He asked, voice slightly husky from how tired he was his hair a beautiful mess and his green eyes darker than usual yet still filled with nothing but the utmost love. “Don’t think so,” you shook your head slightly before Harry jumped up dropping his phone onto the couch allowing you to get a look at his phone which was on the ring camera showing the delivery driver waiting outside. You had both had hectic days and most definitely didn’t feel like making dinner. Harry quickly rushed to the door pulling the door open and smiling at the man “thank you so much,” he took the food from him, the keys jingling in the door quite loudly sending pure anxiousness through poor little Ethan

“Daddy!!” The boy yelled at the top of his lungs “daddy don’t leave me!” You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, Ethan always had anxiety about you or Harry leaving him… it was horrible.. him believing that you’d up and leave him to fend for himself. No way. It broke your heart that his vivid imagination was capable of creating such venomous thoughts.

Harry quickly dropped the food onto the kitchen counter before running up the stairs hurriedly and rushing into Ethan’s room, finding the boy stood up tears streaming down his cheeks his chest heaving “hey… hey… oh,” Harry’s muscular arms quickly wrapped around the small boy, lifting him up into his embrace, the boy beginning to sob into Harry’s neck fisting his T-shirt in his hands as the child wailed,

“I thought you were going to leave me daddy! I-I thought- I- I would never see you again!” Harry rubbed up and down Ethan’s back slowly and gently rocking him back and forth in his embrace “shhh… I’m still here.. I’m right here… I’m never gonna leave you. I couldn’t leave you. I love you too much.” Harry continued rocking him back and forth in a soothing manner, pressing little kisses to the top of his head the boys crying soon dying down as he became calmer and calmer.

“I love you daddy” he whispered out quietly “I love you too, bud… love you to the moon and back in fact,” he spoke softly chin resting atop of his head “don’t leave me daddy… I scared…” he whispered and Harry hushed him softly “I’m not gonna let you go. Okay? I’m here.” His hand continuously rubbed up and down his back slowly and gently over and over again, his fingertips massaging into the boys spine and Harry heard his sons breathing grow deeper proving he was starting to relax and so that’s when Harry decided to send his son completely into dream land, a peaceful dreamland…

“You want me to sing for you?” He soon asked quietly, receiving a little ‘mm-mm’ in return and he smiled softly before pressing a kiss to his forehead,

“Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home”

Soon after those lyrics came to an end Harry continued humming them over and over again until feeling the boy go limp in his embrace and he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before carefully lowering him into his bed, covering him with his blankets and placing a teddy in his embrace “love you buddy. Sleep well.” He paused for a moment or two to make sure he would remain asleep before he silently left the room before hurrying downstairs to where you were, you had already set up dinner and as soon as Harry appeared around the corner you smiled wrapping your arms around him instantly and pressing a kiss to his lips “I guess we know he loves your singing just as much as me hm…” a soft giggle left your lips and Harry smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead “I guess so. But it makes sense… mother like son hm?” He smiled giving you a squeeze “I love you.” He muttered gently “love you too.” You rested your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, your heart was his and you knew your sons heart was Harry’s too… Harry was not only your comfort person but Ethan’s as well… you both needed him as much as each other… but Harry needed you just as much… he may be your everything but you’re his everything as well.

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toescratches · 1 year ago

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The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car. (SHOULD I CHANGE THE SUMMARY AT THIS POINT?!?!?!)

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester bbg is here 🤭, they're conflicted, timeskipping cuz I'm lazy, lots of cursing, prolly awkward and cringe but idk, sorry this is short

tags:@wheresmyson @kitty11sstuffig @swaggbella @imnotevenherern00100 @kait0sicecre4m @peyton-peyton @wildaces @small-sinclair @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @number1120 @blurrymango

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{timeskipping to toddler age😨}

Bo sipped his beer as he sat on living room couch and watched TV. The thunder loudly rumbled outside and made it feel like the whole house shook.

He took another big swig out of his bottle, in the background, the television kept making loud noises of the show playing.

Suddenly his attention is stolen by the sound of little feet, coming down the stairs. Bo looks to his right, up at the end of the staircase.

"Y/N? You know you're supposed to be in bed." Bo yells at the staircase as he turns down the volume of the TV.

A loud, pitiful and annoyed whine sounds down the stairs.

Bo sighs and stands up. He turns off the TV and walks to the bottom of the stairs. He spots the little girl, sitting at the top of stairs with a pout.

"C'mon baby... You gonna go to bed or do I have to take you...?" Bo asks with hands on his hips.

Y/N whines again. "But Daaaddyyy–! It's scary!" She pouts.

"What scary, sweetie?" He softly questions and begins to mske his way up the stairs, towards his young child.

She points down at the window.

"Oh, the thunder?" He coos at her.

Y/N sniffs and nod her head.

"Well how about... I'll take you back to our room and I'll help you sleep? Okay?" Bo asks with a raised eyebrow.

She nods her head with a frown and reaches her hands up to Bo, wanting to be picked up. Bo chuckles. He reaches down to hus daughter, picking her up by her armpits. He places the little girl on his hip and kisses his forehead.

A loud thunder sounds from outside and scares Y/N, making her flinch. Y/N curles up against her father's side and Bo softly smiles at this.

"You sleepy, baby?" He asks and caresses her head. He gets a nod as a answer.

"Okay, let's go to sleep." He sofly smiles and walks up the stairs, and to their room. Bo gently pushes the bedroom door open, and steps inside, with his daughter on his hip. He puts her down on her bed, next to his own.

"There you go..." Bo whispers and tucks her in. He puts the soft blanket over her, handing her, her teddy.

Y/N tightly hugs the teddy bear. and turns to lay on her side, to look at her father.

"I don't like the storm..." She whispers to him. (how do toddlers speak💀)

"Oh me neither, baby... But don't worry. I'll be here so you can go to sleep..." He whispers down to her and caresses her cheek.

She nods with a yawn. Bo smiles softly at her and leans down to kiss the girl's cheek.

...

Bo waits, sitting on the side of her bed, till she falls asleep.

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Im so sorry I didn't write anymore, I was so bored 😭

PLEASE SUGGEST ME SUMMARIES AND IDEAD ETC!!!

i didn't know what else to write

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teddypines · 23 days ago

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Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born.

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story.

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom.

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk.

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look.

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits.

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony.

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor.

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son.

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.

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rorynn · 1 year ago

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A strange little human but brave.

Authors note: i had this on drafts. This what your reading was called "Lo'ak needs more comfront" but changed it because the meeting is taking to long. By the way you as the reader have siblings and is training to protect your siblings.

•My boy he litterly needs to be heard out. Ones he ran away from his home so he can cool himself after being yelled from his parents.

•Especially from Jake.

•He went somewhere deep into the bushes to a unknown cliff.

•The same cliff where he met you. It was a bit awkward.

•He hang out with Spider without his parents knowing when he heard someone laughing.

•He got closer to see only a little girl probalby his age laughing with another girl who is a bit tallet than her.

•Then he heard you calling her sister in Na'vi, tsmuke.

•You were talking Na'vi so did your sister.

•He and Spider thoat that there is no human kids left in Pandora only Spider.

•The Na'vi and a human boy wanted to leave but the same time Lo'ak wanted to meet you, know you.

•But Spider warned him that Jake will be mad if he figures out he left with no telling.

•Then you appeared out of nowhere. Telling them what are they doing here or you will beat their ass if they are here to hurt you and your sister. In Na'vi.

•Then your sister stopped you and said to look at na'vi boy's fingers. And for Spider who is also a human boy left in Pandora.

•Then you asked curiously who they are.

•Lo'ak then said hus name and that he is the third child off Toruk Makto. The son of Jake Sully.

•Then your sister squealed and told him that you and her heard about his dad. He was a great warrior.

•Then you asked who the other boy is. He said that his name is Spider Soccoro. A friend of Lo'ak.

•Until Lo'ak said Spider is Quaritch's son.

•That shocked you and your sister. Causing Spider to be upset and galred at Lo'ak for bringing that up.

•Until you said that he looks nothing like him.

•Spider seemed less upset.

•Then you asked if they would like to play with you and your sister but your sister told you she can't and that she has homework that the scientist give her about Earth.

•And you didn't, you were only 6. It's like your in the first grade in First Day of school so you didn't have.

•So you played with them.

•Talked about your lives.

•Lo'ak told you he has 3 siblings. Neteyam "the perfect little soilder". Kiri his adopted sister. His dad's friend's daughter who died. And Tuktirey who is bon just a few weeks ago.

•You awed and asked about is Tuktirey adorible and he said yes.

•Then you asked Spider about his family. He said he doesn't have one. He only had Max and Norm and the other scientist that stayed in Pandora. His mom and dad died in the war. And Lo'ak, Kiri and Neteyam.

•You felt bad about him. Even though he's the the son of the same species as yours. He didn't seem like him at all you remind him that is not one to be blamed for what his dad did.

•You then thoat of somthing to make him less upset and told a stories that was told in Earth. Some of them are from Disneys and some from Drwamworkers.

•They both loved it.

•You two were even distracted that you forgot it was eclipse.

•As you saw that it's getting dark.

•You told them that it's time to go home.

•Lo'ak started panicking that his dad is going to kill him.

•You confroted him that his dad won't, he will be a little mad.

•Until a large blue female figure appeared in front of Lo'ak, hissing fiercely at you. At the same time, another large blue male figure leaped in front of left side. Glaring at you.

•You emedeatly backed away looking confused and angry but immediately bared your teeth at them. You trying to protect youself by not fearing them. A little.

•Then the female threaded you who you are and what are you doing near her son?

•Now that you know she is his mom and the male one is his dad Lo'ak tried to say somthing til you interrupted him saying that you just palying with him and his friend.

Then she turned to her mate saying that you needs to leave and that you are a harm. A Sky Demon.

Then the the male on came closer to you.

Looking down at your high.

He was staring at you. Then called Neytiri saying that your just a little kid and a little messy.

That angered you at told them that your not little kid and hissed at them.

Wich shocked the boys acept Neytiri, she felt disrespected.

Then Jake looked at you and said that you are and asked where you come from and are there some humans left in Pandora.

You said nothing. You told him that your sister said not to talk to strangers.

Then Jake said "You were talking with my son, you two are strangers, kid"

You angerly said "because he's harmless he and he is not a creepy grown up nor his friend. And stop calling me a kid"

Jake was ataken a back.

You don’t seem scared of him. You talked back to them. You bared your teeth at them like then mistuke you for someone.

Then you asked can you go? Wich Lo'ak gasped a little and asked if is your home far away you should have done that earlier because the wild animals hunt at midnight.

Then you said camly that you shouldn't be worry about you and that your home isn't that far:)

Then Neytiri inurapted and said that you should go your cousing trouble.

Lo'ak is trying to defend you saying that you are harmless.

Neytiri shushed him and said that you coused enough trouble.

This angred you even more. You said that it wasn't his fault for coming it here in the first place and that you three were having fun and didn't relise it was late till it was eclipse.

It was a loud silent Jake looked at Neytiri, Neytiri did the same and looked at you then Lo'ak. He then said that your his friend.

It shocked you that you actually having friends right now.

You didn't have friends you had only your big sister and a baby brother.

Then you heard someone calling your name from. It souned like your sister. You can see then a couple of humans and a Avatar appiering.

"Coming sister!"

•Then Spider said "I think you should go home, your sister is probably worried."

Then you said "Yeah I can see that. It was knowing you and Lo'ak tho" they looked at Jake "and stop calling me a kid". "Y/N!"

•"I'm coming!"

You reluctantly returns to her before you could say another word though you scold "S/N! How many times do I have to tell ya, don't bother me when I'm trying to defend my friends!!" to which your sister replies "gee, Sorry".

Did that stop you from seing them.

No.

Pt. 2

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #digital art #auroraqenajdrew #artists on tumblr #x child reader #avatar x human reader #avatar x y/n #atwow x y/n #spider socorro #Jake Sully & child #Lo’ak & reader #Lo’ak and Spider& toddler reader #Neytiri & reader

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fictionalmenxyn · 2 years ago

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What the Task Force and Los Vaqueros would be like if they were your dad!

(Toddler edition)

Ghost

Feel like he’d keep you by his side none stop. He’s obviously protective, he tries his best to protect you at all costs.

Definitely teaches you manners also feel like he teaches you sign language only simply things like food, drink, please and thanks

Your practically glued to him, you love him and how cool he looks with his mask. He thought you’d be scared of him but since he’s had it on since you were born you didn’t really get scared to it as the mask was always been there since you could remember.

On the topic of masks if you have found his collection by chance. He will actually find it cute obviously he won’t show it but internally is losing his mind over how funny it was seeing you with one of his masks on. He’s take a photo of you with it on. Congrats once again you are now his lock screen.

Brings you sweets from around the world and wherever he went to. He’d taste test them with you and ask you how good were they and you’d show on your hand out of ten how much you liked them. (If they were a ten you’d hold ten fingers out type of thing)

No one dares to bother you in public. You may be a quite kid but with you in the arms of a giant with a skeleton mask on and has large muscles anyone wouldn’t dare to bother you.

Reads you comics as he thinks you see him as Batman cause he tends to wear black clothes and obviously his mask. And you definitely see him as a hero because he’s your dad! But also because of the mask 😂. Especially when you were younger you thought he was reading you a comic about him but it was a Batman comic. Sometimes you’d point and say ‘dad?’ And he’d smile and shake his head.

Yeah he smiles but only around you and if it’s for a good reason. Your the light of his life. You have saved him it may not be physical but you have saved him.

Definitely dresses you up as a skeleton for Halloween.

Soap

Loves playing games or playing toys with you. And in your time you’ve definitely got him to dress up and play tea party at some point!

He loves teaching you to draw as he wants to teach you at a young age like he had. He loves when you are playing and he’s sat on the sofa and you’d shout to him and run over; running over to him you’d show your little drawing and he’d smile and put it up on the fridge.

He loves drawing for you. If you’d ask to draw a cat or a dinosaur he’d do it in a heart beat. Once he has drawing it you go off and colour it in or put it next to your bed.

Loves going out and buying or letting you pick out colouring books and he would probably get one to so you can colour together

Reads to you every night. Loves seeing you falling asleep on him as he knows you feel safe around him and that you find his voice comforting

Buys you them turtle plush key rings from tropical trips or missions. You have a collection on your shelf of them all colour coordinated as you find it pleasing

Let’s you wear his hoodie when he’s away as you find comfort and feel at easy with something that can remind you of him and also from the smell of him

Gaz

As a young father he didn’t know what to do at first so Price helped him

Price is your uncle/godfather as Gaz wanted him to be apart of your life

Gaz takes you to the cinema to watch cartoon or kids movies maybe even some action movies

Most nights he reads and then you both end up falling asleep and he snuggles you all night knowing that your now safe

Makes you pancakes for breakfast as he makes himself protein pancakes

Let’s you wear him caps on sunny days

Likes to go out and maybe go to a field or something and have a picnic and play some games maybe brings a ball too

Let’s you wear whatever clothes you want as in he isn’t the stereotypical ‘girls wear pink things and skirts’ he is in dare with fashion and he’s young so he knows that you might not want to wear ‘girly’ clothes

Definitely has movie nights every Friday he’s there

Price

Brings you out and go on adventures like hiking maybe on bikes or something interesting

Get you a matching hat of his as you love hiss hat

If you like fishing he’ll take you out on a little boat and teach you

Cooks breakfast really well it’s like his core strength. Best omelette maker and for English breakfasts

Probably signs you up for a sport if you want and he’ll ask what sport you’d like to join

Let’s you sit with him in his office if he has paperwork

You both enjoy taking turns in reading at night as he encourages you to try

He helps you do homework or catch up in subjects as he is a wise man

Alejandro

Teaches you Spanish. He’ll read you books in Spanish and teach you to read along with him

Blasts Disney music in the car so he can hear you sing along and sometimes he joins in

Cooks you food and it’s the best. Encourages you to eat new things so you don’t become picky

Definitely gets you to prank your uncle Rudy he’ll give you silly string or something and say something like ‘go spray this on uncle Rudy, amor’

Buys you cowboy boots and if your a girl hell get you punch or purple ones if you want

Rudy

Such a sweetheart towards you

Teaches you manners and asks how your day was at nighttime

Both like to do activities together like building Lego or playing top trumps

Teaches you basic Spanish like words such as food, drink, toilet, please and thanks

Give you so much hugs it’s as if your both glued together

Let’s you wear his fleece when your cold or if your outside with him

Let’s you help cook food and sometimes let’s you like the whisk or spatula if your making cake

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #platonic task force 141 x y/n #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #task force 141 x toddler reader

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hypn0ticx · 1 year ago

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༉‧₊˚. Clingy, Messy, And Tiny !!

🌸Pairing(s): Emma Sano + Child!Male!Oc

🌸Scenario: In the case of which Mokka is a literal crybaby, who cries every single chance he fucking gets.

🌸Tags:Tokyo Revengers X Child Reader, Older!Emma, Child Oc, Fluff, Original Plot

🌸Warnings:A very messy baby wanting attention.

"U-Uwahh!!" A loud wail was heard, as Emma rushed into the room to see Mikey frantically holding his toddler nephew tightly towards his chest.

She looked in relief, but immediately snatched her baby out of her brother's arms and into her comforting ones. Little Mokka soon calmed down, as he gripped onto his mother's blouse and nuzzled into her neck.

His little sniffles broke Emma's heart, as she rubbed his back and swayed around while humming a small tune.

Mokka looked up to see his mother's honeydew eyes already staring at his own adorable pair and made a motion on his forehead, signaling her to kiss his forehead.

She hummed and gave him a kiss, her lips curved into a smile on his flesh. Mikey pouted at the scene in jealousy, as he huffed loudly and walked away.

Emma saw and chuckled, as she walked out of Mokka's bedroom and headed downstairs to see Shinichiro, Izana and Mikey all sitting on the couch and eating chips while watching horror movies.

She deadpanned and giggled, as she felt Mokka poking her cheek with his tiny, stubby fingers and kissed his own cheeks.

A squeal flew from Mokka's mouth with his body squirming in her arms. Her lips curved into a teasing smirk with her fingers tickling her baby's chubby tummy, making him giggle loudly.

Amidst the playful atmosphere, the living room was filled with the sounds of laughter and joy. Mokka's contagious giggles echoed through the air as Emma's fingers danced across his chubby tummy, eliciting more delighted squeals from the little one.

As Emma continued to tickle her baby's tummy, she couldn't help but glance over at the trio engrossed in the horror movie. Izana, with his stoic expression, seemed to be the least affected by the film's suspenseful scenes. Shinichiro was peeking through his fingers, a mix of fear and fascination evident on his face. Mikey, despite his earlier pout, was now engrossed in the movie, chips forgotten.

The contrast between the lightheartedness in her arms and the tension on the screen brought a smile to Emma's lips. She shared a knowing glance with her baby, who was now squirming with excitement and reaching out to touch everything within his tiny arms' reach.

With Mokka's curiosity piqued, Emma gently set him down on a soft blanket spread on the floor. His big, curious eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds. He wobbled on his chubby legs, arms outstretched for balance, and let out a triumphant squeal as he took a wobbly step forward.

Seeing her baby's determination, Emma knelt down, her hands ready to catch him if he stumbled. Mokka's small hands grasped her fingers, his round face lighting up with accomplishment. Together, they took a few more wobbly steps, each one marked with sheer determination and joy.

Meanwhile, the horror movie reached a climactic scene, accompanied by gasps and exclamations from the trio on the couch. Emma's attention was divided between her family's reactions and her baby's adorable progress.

As the movie's tension finally eased, Mikey looked over with a sheepish grin, his earlier jealousy now replaced with amusement. The room seemed to exhale collectively as everyone relaxed from the suspense, and Emma found herself wrapped up in the love and connection that defined their moments together.

With a happy sigh, she scooped Mokka up into her arms, pressing a gentle kiss to his rosy cheek. As their eyes met, Emma and her baby shared a silent understanding—a bond between mother and child that transcended words.

And so, in the embrace of her family's laughter, Mokka's giggles, and the warmth of their shared love, Emma felt a profound sense of happiness that she knew would stay with her forever.

As the evening wore on, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow through the windows of the living room. The room took on a cozy ambiance, the soft lighting mingling with the remnants of the laughter that had filled the air.

Emma gently settled Mokka into his playpen, where he eagerly grabbed at colorful toys and explored their textures with his tiny hands. The sounds of his happy babbling added to the cheerful symphony of the room.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Emma turned her attention to the trio on the couch. Izana, who had initially maintained his stoic demeanor, was now snacking on chips with a faint smile playing at his lips. Shinichiro had tucked a throw pillow over his face during the movie's intense moments, peeking out every now and then to gauge the scene's intensity. Mikey had finally torn his gaze away from the screen, amused by his nephew's antics.

Leaning against the doorway, Emma crossed her arms and grinned playfully at her family. "Well, seems like the horror movie marathon has turned into a comedy with our little star on the stage."

Shinichiro sheepishly removed the pillow, his pale cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and amusement. "Hey, I can handle horror movies, it's just… a lot of suspense, you know?"

Mikey chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Yeah, yeah, you're just a big softie at heart, big brother."

Izana gave a nod of agreement, his eyes holding a warmth that contrasted with his usual seriousness. "Indeed, it's refreshing to see the little one's laughter balance out the tension."

As they exchanged teasing banter and laughter, Mokka's curious eyes turned towards the sound of their voices. He reached out with chubby arms, as if wanting to join in the merriment.

Emma couldn't help but chuckle at her baby's eagerness. She walked over to the playpen and scooped him up once more, holding him against her hip. "Looks like someone wants to join the party."

Mokka's eyes sparkled as he babbled in response, his tiny hands reaching for the faces around him. Emma shared a knowing smile with her family, a silent acknowledgment of the joy that this little one had brought into their lives.

The rest of the evening unfolded in a perfect blend of togetherness and happiness. Mokka's giggles intertwined with the adults' conversations, creating a symphony of love and connection. The horror movies were eventually replaced by a lighthearted comedy, and even Shinichiro found himself chuckling at the antics on the screen.

As the night grew darker, Emma settled Mokka down for bed, his eyelids drooping as she gently rocked him in her arms. The rest of the family shared goodnight wishes before dispersing to their respective rooms, leaving behind a sense of warmth that lingered in the air.

In the quiet moments that followed, as Emma watched her baby drift into slumber, she felt a deep gratitude for the bonds that held them all together. Their love and laughter were a reminder that amidst life's challenges, there was always light and joy to be found.

And so, in the embrace of the night, surrounded by the soft whispers of dreams and the echoes of shared laughter, Emma found herself feeling truly blessed.

#child reader #toddler reader #tokyo rev fluff #child oc #emma sano #Older!Emma #Emma Sano x child reader #male child reader #male y/n #male reader

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