#hannahs fanfiction friday

[ghostface-knight]

i'd like to present my concept of nightmare time episodes where every (or almost every) person is played by the same person, inspired by jaime lyn beatty in daddy. here are some ideas:

peter spankoffski is done being at the bottom of the hatchetfield high food chain, and so he seeks out help to become cooler. he comes across ethan green, who, having just been left by his girlfriend lex, decides, "what the hell, i'll mentor this kid on being cool". when ted spankoffski learns that his little brother is hanging out with "that no-good ethan green", he confronts pete about it, perhaps a little too harshly. his intentions are good, but when has anything ever gone the way he meant? ted, like everybody in town, knows about ethan's reputation, and he thinks he'll be a bad influence on pete. he knows that, if anyone can, pete can make it out of hatchetfield, and he doesn't want ethan screwing that up. so he confronts him, and one thing leads to another, and eventually pete storms out in anger. ted knows if he goes after pete immediately, he'll only make things worse, so he decides he'll let him have his moment of teenage rebellion and then reconcile with him after. a few hours later, ted spankoffski, now drinking his problems away, is approached by a mysterious man who has somehow gotten into ted's apartment. wilbur cross, as he introduces himself, half-convinces and half-mind controls ted into believing that ethan is responsible for this, and the only way to protect pete is to kill ethan. he storms into ethan's tiny basement apartment, wielding his now shattered bottle of booze, and prepared to rip him limb from limb with his new super-powered companion. ethan can hold his own, though, and the brawl is a tough match. eventually, though, ethan manages to get the remaining shard of the bottle and shove it straight through ted's chest. as this happens, pete comes out of ethan's bathroom, revealing that he'd gone to ethan for comfort after his fight with ted. ted bleeds out on ethan's floor as pete holds him.

ruth fleming has graduated high school, and she's lucky enough to find a super chill job as a farmhand on the farm of emma perkins. one day, as they do their usual work (which isn't much, to be honest), they are approached by linda monroe, who is all but seething. she's goes on about how drugs are evil and she will not raise her children in a town where such depravity is taking place. they threaten her off the property, and they think that'll be over and done with. it's not like they've never had to deal with moralistic creeps like her before, and they've always come out the other side. linda comes back the next day with a petition signed by just about every member of the hatchetfield boating society. yeah whatever, perky's buds is not going to be dismantled by some stupid rich people who think they have more power than they do. in the midst of this, they've recently recieved a new client: 17 year old hannah foster. a quiet kid from hatchetfield high, who seems to have joined the smoke club as a way to make some friends. emma and ruth don't think much of it -- neither of them have any qualms about selling to teenagers, and business is business. however, hannah keeps coming back for more and more, and ruth starts to wonder if there's something else going on. back in the linda plot, linda has taken to bringing people out to the farm to protest. each day she (or, more accurately, the people she's hired) come with more and more people holding cardboard signs and chanting. it's really starting to get on emma's nerves. one day, while hannah is picking up her purchase, linda, surrounded by a mob of angry parents and hatchetfield adults, returns. suddenly, linda no longer seems like a nuisance, but a legitimate threat. her followers carry weapons and the menacing smile on her face tells emma and ruth that she isn't messing around. as the mob breaks through the door of the farm house, emma and ruth urge hannah to look for shelter. hannah refuses though, and emma swears her eyes begin to gleam almost inhumanly. the mob makes it to them, and are suddenly thrown back by a wave of psychic energy so powerful it shatters the walls of the house. hannah's new powers (on account of the weed) leave emma, ruth, and herself standing unharmed in the middle of a surrounding pile of groaning, injured people.

i have a few other concepts, but this is getting super long so i better leave it here for now lmao

#hatchetfield #hatchetverse #long post #starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #tgwdlm #nightmare time #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday musical #nightmare time 2 #ethan green #peter spankoffski #ted spankoffski #wilbur cross #emma perkins #ruth fleming #linda monroe #hannah foster #fanfiction

[hannah-the-red-head]

Mauga: Yep! Sometimes I gotta beat the simps off me with a stick! Mauga: *frantically swinging a long stick at a mob of rabid Overwatch fans* BACK! BACK I SAID!

#incorrect quotes #incorrect Overwatch #Mauga Overwatch #Overwatch funny #@hannah-the-red-head #dude’s trailer came out on Friday and I can feel the simps crawling out the wood works #I give it a week after his release that Fanfiction writers and artists are gonna be flooding the internet with this guy #Can’t blame them though #Mauga #source: chowder

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: sexual themes, coercion but not in the direction you might think, fem!reader, restraints, consideration of non-con impregnation but ending left ambiguous , incubus!Dabi, witch!reader

Dabi lunges against ever-tightening chains, teeth bared and snapping as he strains uselessly towards his target. 

He’s bound on a soft queen-sized mattress, his ankles and wrists manacles to the head and footboard, awkwardly forcing out his chest. Enchained also is his neck, the end of it held like a leash by his would-be victim.

She is beautiful— too beautiful, he realizes belatedly, to be mere mortal. Her smile is sharp like thorns on a rose, and her eyes are bright with triumphant wickedness; with a delicate hand, she yanks the chain circling his neck even tighter, and he bares his fangs in protest. 

"Gotcha," she says with a sultry little wink, and he hisses in pain as metal glowing crimson with holy heat presses against his decidedly unholy flesh. 

"Release me."

He means it as a bitter, furious command— but it comes out more like a plea, breathy and nearly fearful, betraying the panic he feels clawing within his breast. 

His words only earn him tighter bonds, and he howls against the pain of them. 

"Did you really think I would let you go so easily?" she asks with a hint of a giggle, as though something about this were entertaining. "How long have you been lurking, creature? How long have you watched, waited by my window for this very night?"

So long, he thinks. So very, very long. 

He thinks it started when he watched her as she tended her garden in the springtime. He watched as her hands sifted through rich earth, planting wolfsbane, mandrake root, pretty little posies, and all manner of herbs and spices; at the time, all he could think was what this human might grow for him, and what he could plant in her garden, as it were. 

Now, in autumn's dying breath, he wonders if she will bother to bury the ashes of his corporeal form in her flowerbed, or if she'll scatter him to the wind without a care in the world for his resting place. By the way she's looking at him now, Dabi doesn't think he wants to know. 

"You know what? I don't want to know," she says casually, twisting the chain over her hand, drawing it taut as she closes the distance between them. "After all, it doesn't matter. I know all I need to know about you."

Fiercely, she jerks the chain again, and suddenly she's close enough for him to kiss or to kill. 

"I know you want me," she says, "and if you behave, I'm willing to let you have me."

Everything stops. 

Dabi's heart hammers in his chest— did he hear her right? —and then she's touching him, her soft hand coming to press against his exposed, ever-persistent bulge, his insatiable need. She grips him tightly— too tight, but desperately pleasing— and he whines against the motion, utterly unused to being actively touched by an intended victim. 

"I don't want a baby," she tells him gently, her nose nearly touching his. "You can fuck me, take your pleasure from my body— you can even be rough, violent without fear of waking a sleeping victim— but I won't procreate. That's my one condition."

Dabi blinks at her, puzzled— then melts once he realizes the implications of what she's just said. 

"But— but I want one," he whines. "The procreating— that's the fun of it, I want a— nngh!"

The fiendish, evil woman jerks the chain so that he literally chokes on his final words.

"No baby," she says, and her tone is final. "You'll make that deal with me— a binding deal— and that's the only way you get to fuck me."

She strokes him as she says it, dry and painful, and Dabi knows he's been had.

"Y-yes," he pleads, his hips rising to meet her strokes, precum leaking from his head. "Please— please—"

Her hand is gone, traveling farther upwards. With one sharp nail, she slices a shallow wound on his chest— over his heart— and she speaks words that shock him to his core.

"I bind you, Todoroki Touya—" she knows his name, how the hell can she know his true name?— "I bind you this night to my will. An even trade we make, an even trade then done, and you will quit this place or else be cursed forever mine. Mine ever to own, mine ever to keep, mine ever to bind. Finite."

She releases his chains, and he pounces. 

A flimsy, snow-white chemise is all that stands between her naked body and his— Dabi rips it off and immediately presses into her flesh, rutting senselessly against her just to gain some relief. As his body takes over, kissing her, caressing her as he grinds against her, his mind wanders to what might happen if he should break the binding between them. He wants a baby, he wants to see this woman swell and grow with little demon spawn; he wants to watch as it toddles and grows fur on its legs, and he wants to keep it for himself, leaving her with another one to grow in her belly, over and over again until—

A high-pitched whine escapes him, and Dabi realizes he's come already just from rutting against her. 

"Good boy," she murmurs, reaching between them to stroke him, his cock never softening— his blessing, his curse— and he throws his head back as she kisses him gently, too gently.

If he were to do what he was thinking, it would mean being bound to such a wicked creature for eternity— or, at least until she died, and with it her magic… but witches can live a very long time. Can he really take the risk?

As he watches the woman climb up onto the bed, her ass up and her legs spread for him, he thinks maybe he can— maybe he should. 

After all, how bad could it be to be bound to someone clever enough to trap him and cold enough to use him? She seemed so much like himself, and if their tastes aligned, well— such a binding might be more advantageous than it had first appeared.

#dabi #dabi x reader #mha smut #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #incubus!dabi #witch!reader #hannah's freaky fridays

[acutemushroom]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hannah Foster & Webby (Hatchetfield), Wilbur Cross & Wiggly | Wiggog Y'rath, Roman Murray & Nibbly | Nibblenephim, Paul Matthews & Pokey | Pokotho Characters: Hannah Foster (Hatchetfield), Webby (Black Friday), Wilbur Cross, Wiggly | Wiggog Y'rath, Roman Murray, Nibbly | Nibblenephim, Paul Matthews, Pokey | Pokotho Additional Tags: The Lords in Black (Hatchetfield), Prophets, Creative Description, Character Study, Relationship Study, Canon Compliant, Vague Non Graphic Description of Paul Matthew's Body Being Healed After His Death, no beta we die like Linda Monroe Series: Part 2 of The Lords and their prophets Summary:

Across times, the stories of the prophets of multiple deities have often be told. But rarer have been the times where the other side of the story has been told. Where what those same deities' opinion of their prophets have been told. It was even rarer for the eldritch ones ruling over Hatchetfield.

As having a prophet often entailed more than simply having your glory sang by a human.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 link #I did say I'd publish it before New Year #hatchetfield #hatcheverse #the lords in black #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #nightmare time 2 #hannah foster #webby hatchetfield #wilbur cross #linda monroe #wiggog y'wrath #wiggly #roman murray #nibblenephim #nibbly #paul matthews #pokey #pokotho

[marvelmaniac715]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Hannah Foster & Webby (Hatchetfield) Characters: Hannah Foster (Hatchetfield), Webby (Black Friday), Wiggly | Wiggog Y'rath, Pokey | Pokotho, Tinky | T'noy Karaxis, Blinky | Bliklotep, Nibbly | Nibblenephim Additional Tags: Angst, Body Horror, No Beta We Die Like Ted Summary:

Hannah Foster’s body is changing, and no, it’s not because of puberty.

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #black friday musical #hannah foster #webby #lords in black #webby hatchetfield #angst #slight body horror #fanfiction

[max-will-one-day-be-okay]

Do you need some fluff after rewatching Black Friday/Yellowjacket? Does Ethan and Lex's tragic fate burrow an ugly hole in the depths of your brain and soul? Then boy oh boy this is the story for you!

#writing #fanfic #fanfiction #starkid black friday #Starkid Nightmare time #hatchetverse #hatchetfield #hatchetfield universe #Ethan Green #lex foster #Hannah Foster #Nightmare Time #Nightmare Time 2 #Nightmare Time Yellowjacket

[multifanderwrites]

Hannah Foster will become a part of the JLOA.

Welcome, Hatchetfieldverse… to the Mixiverse.

#the mixiverse #fanfiction #hatchetfield universe #hatchetfield #starkid #hannah foster #webby #black friday #nightmare time #black and white #queue up for a mission?

[talesandfluff]

Years after sorcerers were driven out of the Kingdom of Hatchetfield, war is declared once more against the land of the Black and White where all mages found refuge to squash them once and for all. Lex Foster embarks with the war party in the hopes of finding a better life for her sister in the realm of magic where her secret powerful gifts would be better accepted. But it’s a long way to the Black and White and not even the guidance of a downtrodden widower blacksmith and a devoted field nurse could prove enough to protect the girls from their own destiny. When the magic forces of the enemy toy with death itself, what power is there left to save her sister’s life?

Lex-centered medieval magic AU written in the context of the @hatchetfield-bang ❤️ (the fic is complete)

#lex foster #hatchetfield bang #hannah foster #miss holloway #tom houston #becky barnes #wilbur cross #linda monroe #gerald monroe #writing #fanfiction #hatchetfield #black friday #nightmare time

[imkittyjustkitty]

Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 11 — Part2/Bonus to This

prompt ; rain

pairings ; None really, but this is a bonus to an Ethan Green x Reader

summary ; How many times did you call how many different people? Someone of sound mind would probably say too many. Or in other words, all the instances in which no one answered your calls, and why they didn't.

+ reader is gender neutral (no pronouns used) & no mentions of y/n (no reader perspective because this is all the stuff that was happening on the other end of the phone that meant people couldn't answer reader)

warnings ; death, descriptions of dead bodies and wounds, car crash, Lex doesn’t have a good relationship with her mum (it’s a big part of the musical so ppl know this but i just wanna put a warning for people just in case), mentions of bullying/harassment

genre ; angst / kinda just spooky or sad depending on how you look at it

word count ; 1564

A/N ; stuff's been tough recently and my time for writing has been limited, but finally i finished something :D !!! so proud of myself !! <3 also new format for these which i prefer , i think it looks v funky !!! :D

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

7:15.

It’s like the screeching of a dying pig, the half broken phone crying for an answer. It’s wedged beneath his corpse, the ringing muffled by his body which lays over it haphazardly, combined with the blood that dried up in the speakers.

Wet blood no longer drips, now it just lays there, dried out, just like him, a thick river of it pooling from his open mouth.

He’s long gone, but his phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing, begging to be picked up, begging to be answered. But no such luck.

He doesn’t rise from the dead to answer the desperate caller, he doesn’t ease their worries. No, he just lies there, another life lost in that hell of a shopping centre, his whole future thrown away in seconds.

A cruel, undeserved fate.

8:06.

“Someone’s calling.”

“Really, who? Let me see.” The dark haired girl leans over the console, gently taking her phone from her sister’s unsure hands.

Her phone screen is cracked beyond viable repair, and all she can make out is a few digits in the caller’s number.

She has to hold back a shudder, a sick feeling churning through her stomach. The numbers don’t look quite right, but still suspiciously similar to her mother’s phone number.

She doesn’t hesitate to dismiss the call.

She takes a deep breath, an action meant to calm her down, but instead pinches regret at her every junction as sharp pains stab at her sore throat and bruised torso.

Hissing in pain, she hand's her phone back to her sister.

The car swerves slightly as her attention briefly leaves the road. Her sister freezes up with wide eyes, terrified of what would happen if her sister's attention were to draw from the road again.

"Lex... Lex It's ringing again."

Cursing under her breath, Lex leans over to her sister, reaching for the phone. But it seems Hannah's too focussed on the screen, perhaps trying to figure out the number, to notice that Lex is motioning for her to pass the phone.

'Hannah he-"

Somewhere between one of Lex's hands leaving the wheel, and the road curving to the right, she slips towards Hannah and the car loses control.

Swerving in incomprehensible directions, Hannah squeezes her eyes shut, cradling her head in her arms, crying, begging that when she looks back up that everything will be okay.

But Lex freezes for a few moments too long, her eyes wide and wounded body rigid. Unmoving, frozen in terror, but her mind is reeling.

She lived long enough to get out of that fucking mall just to die in a car crash because someone refused to stop blowing up her phone.

Metal screeching. Heads meeting the dashboard of the car. Limbs thrown out the windows. Everything is flashing and bright, but also dark and all-encompassing. It's blinding and piercing and painful and unforgiving.

And yet her phone still rings, unaware of the horrors it’s bestowed upon the two girls.

8:41.

His phone sits on his bedside table. The calls are coming through of course, no internet issues, no funny coincidences with multiple people trying to get through to him at the same time. No, it's nothing about divine intervention, rather just the universe having a slight sense of humour.

Cruel humour, yes. Cold, unforgiving humour that costs lives and laughs at those who deserve help and pity. And not even those who deserve good things, but rather those who do not deserve such horrible things.

Of course the person calling this man does not deserve such a run-around from the universe. But the universe does not care, the phone still remains ringing.

And so he sleeps a peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of the fact that he has been made a father without a child. While the only person who can perhaps warn him of something, try to set off an alarm in his mind, is left without a single thought.

He may find out through the police, a cold and brutal band-aid will be ripped off, he will be told matter-of-factly that his son is deceased, and the officer who delivers the news will see it all as just another unfortunate occurrence. Not a single semblance of emotional connection will those people have with his son.

Or maybe he'll never be given that piece of mind. Maybe he wakes up days after now and only then feels something may be off. It will lead to a town-wide search for his son, which of course will come up empty handed.

It's sort of anticlimactic, how the only thing that stands between this man and finding out that something happened to his son, is the fact that he puts his phone on silent while he sleeps.

9:01.

Not unlike him, her phone also rests on silent. She had shoved it under her pillow after too many messages. All angry, rude, condescending, all from family, employers, neighbours, supposed 'friends'. Everyone and their mothers tormented the poor women, and she was sick of it.

So she finds herself trying to push the bathroom door closed as quietly as possible, after a calming shower, trying not to wake him in the bedroom.

The second phone of the household makes it's debut, the phone that belongs to the woman that is desperately trying to lift the far too heavy weights off of her shoulders.

The phone vibrates far too quietly underneath the pillow, as the woman lets out a sigh from the hallway. For a moment, fate teeters from side to side, will or won't a phone finally get it's answer? The mythical scales bounce back and force, as the women does the same.

Does she go back to bed, and keep pretending it's all okay, her only reliefs being the nights she spends away from everyone else, thinking and willing herself to move on? Or does she stay here, where she can live in that place, her world of peace, for just a little while longer?

The phone begs for an answer, but the buzzing never reaches her ears.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes thoughtfully.

Her light footsteps don't make a sound as she turns and softly walks away from the bedroom.

The protective bubble she places herself in each night floats around her as she walks further and further away from the bedroom.

And so the phone continues to buzz, pleading for an answer that will never come.

9:13.

The ringing of the phone echoes through the empty shopping centre.

Did the owner of the phone deserve the death? Hey who the fuck knows anymore, he was an ass sure, but isn't death a bit far?

But that doesn't matter anymore. Yet another phone is left unanswered, it's owner's blood painting the floor, a canvas of crime and pain. His phone sitting in his pocket, untouched. After all, a dead person can't answer a call, that would be absurd.

The ringing sings on, whistling through the carvings of murder and suffering that lay in his bones.

9:34.

The ringing calls out through the stagnant halls of the house, a house that is currently inhabited by four people, but nonetheless soaks in eerie nothingness, a silence born out of unspoken fears and just plain awkwardness.

A man and a woman sit next to together, sharing a brief glance as they both hear a phone ringing. The man sighs, and gives the woman a look that says she needs to do something, this isn't his place to do anything, he doesn't really fit here. To be fair no one fits here at the moment, after all, there's a lot that's driven and continues to drive them apart, a barrier of stiffness.

Sighing quietly, the woman looks over to another man, saying, "Tom, the phone's ringing."

Tom looks up from where his shaking hands lay in his lap, furrowing his brows, before muttering something along of the lines of 'it'll be no one important'.

Subtly rolling her eyes, the woman leans in her seat to get a view of the ringing phone that sits on a small table beside the front door.

Another woman sits next to Tom, but with a still considerable (awkward) distance between them. She pulls her lips up into a small, closed mouth smile that practically radiates discomfort and the need to please.

"I'll go get it," She gets up from the couch, lightly placing her hand on Tom's shoulder, who at that glances up and watches her as she exits into the room where the phone still rings.

She goes to grab the phone, the screen showing her a number she doesn't recognise, when it goes silent and the screen fades to black. Tilting her head, she shrugs, and walks back to where the three adults remain in a palpable silence.

"They hung up before i could answer, probably a wrong number," She 'smiles' like she did before, remaining the only one standing among the four of them in the room.

Tom nods, his mind preoccupied, not fully hearing what the woman just said, or even comprehending the current situation.

The woman sits back down, and any hopes of conversation is gone. No one knows what to say, or if they should say anything at all, so they remain in the deafening silence.

At least the phone doesn't ring again.

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thank you for reading , have a fabulous day &lt;3

#ethan green x reader #ethan green angst #ethan green imagine #ethan green fanfiction #ethan green fanfic #hatchetfield x reader #hatchetfield fanfiction #hatchetfield universe #tom houston #lex foster #hannah foster #frank pricely #emma perkins #becky barnes #black friday x reader #black friday fanfiction #black friday musical #starkid x reader #starkid fanfiction #x reader #🌈 — kitty's pride writings #i'll be a leading lady if i get my shot — my writing

[honeyspawn]

Silly little assorted Hatchetfield Headcannons that don't warrant thir own individual post:

Paul is a pretty good cook, but not an excellent cook. Like, a 7/10. Above average. Sometimes his food comes out a little bland, but his chicken is never dry, and his pancakes are always fluffy.

Richie draws fan art. Ruth writes fanfiction.

Mr. Spankoffski's shoe store is in Lakeside Mall near Toy Zone, and he is on friendly terms with Frank Pricely. Sometimes when Pete is around he goes in there to look for action figures or Lego sets when he has spare cash. (Also Pete was helping his Dad in the mall during Black Friday, and Ted came when he heard what was going on to pick them up)

Boy Jerry didn't actually think Donna was guilty of murder in "Hatchet Town," he was just trying to get a promotion.

Richie makes cosplay tiktoks.

Despite being very good at swimming, for years Daniel's family thought he couldn't swim at all, because they never could see him doing it, and thought he was lying when he said he swam across the pool and back in a split second.

Ruth loves Be More Chill

Lex found out Santa wasn't real when she was 9 because Pam forgot/didn't bother to get her or Hannah gifts from Santa that year. When Lex asked, Pam confirmed it and said she's not doing it anymore. Lex has been making or buying Hannah a gift from Santa every year since, even after Hannah stops believing in Santa (it's a tradition at this point)

MacNamara and his husband have 3 kids. Their oldest son (Joey's army character, in tgwdlm, since apparently that was what he himself intended with his character portrayal), and 2 identical twin daughters about the same age as Hannah Foster.

Before she had to switch schools, Alice was the stage manager for the Hatchetfield High drama department, and Ruth was her underclassmen protégé (Ruth absolutely used to have a crush on her).

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #black friday #npmd #nightmare time #paul matthews #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #peter spankoffski #ted spankoffski #boy jerry #lex foster #hannah foster #general macnamara #alice woodward

[okay-j-hannah]

Hey, Hannah! Do you know my request about a preference with the magic boys falling in love with reader who has "Wanda" powers? I saw you have a lot of requests to write and I don't want to make you uncomfortable so I'm asking you to taking my request off your writing list, you don't have to write it for me. I can send it to you some other time or think of something else 😊 And I saw you have another requests with Theseus, Ron and other characters I like so I can't wait to see what's it 😁

Oh my dear, you are the sweetest for wanting to ease my workload. I'm happy to report that your request has been written and I plan on publishing it on Friday the 24th.

I'm sorry it's taken so long to write but I appreciate your patience and consideration as I do have many responsibilities outside of writing fanfiction. I hope you like it!

I wish you the loveliest day 💙 and thank you again for being so mindful

#okay j hannah #okayjhannah #fandomfantasia #okayjhannah question #okayjhannah answer #anon ask okay j hannah #hannahbeartalks

[sonnetthebard]

a writing prompt maybe? A Lilo and Stitch AU where Hannah is Lilo, Lex is Nani, and Ethan is David and then Wiggly is Stitch and Hannah's trying to teach him to be good.

Ok, I feel where you're coming from and I love it! This is so cute! I'm gonna be a bit flexible with it though, stray a bit from the strict Lilo and Stitch story. It's gonna be similar, but differ a bit.

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy

Words: 1966

TL;DR: When Hannah said she wanted a pet, Lex thought she would end up with dog or a rabbit like a normal person... not an eldritch.

TW: Swearing, mention of sexual themes? I don't know how to label it but you'll know it when you see it.

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"No, Wiggly!" Hannah chided. "Stop! You got to be good, otherwise Lexie isn't gonna let me keep you!"

If Lex knew half of what was going on, Wiggly would be back to the pound in before you could say "eldritch". She had told Ethan to take Hannah out to get her a dog at the shelter. Duke had said maybe giving her another friend at home would help her to be a bit less hostile towards the kids at her school. Not that she was physically aggressive, but... ever since their mom had been sent to prison, apparently she'd been a bit snippy and reserved. It concerned her teachers. While Lex was technically old enough to be her legal guardian, Hannah's teachers were concerned that maybe she wasn't emotionally ready for that kind of responsibility. They were about ready to file a case for Hannah to be put into the foster system.

So... this was a desperate last attempt on Lex's part. Because she was *not* losing her little sister. She'd been through so much shit to get her mom out of the house. So that they would be safe. She wasn't letting anyone take that away. So... even though she may not really have the money to support Hannah *and* a dog, she'd agreed to let Hannah get one. There were very few people that Lex would trust on these matters, but... Duke was one of them. He knew the system. Mostly because he was a part of it. But he also knew Lex, and he knew that she was the right person to be caring for Hannah. So... if he thought that this was going to help, she'd do it.

But... she probably should have gone with Hannah herself to get it. Because Ethan... was not the brightest, and he was prone to completely crumbling for Hannah. Which is precisely what had happened at the pet store that afternoon. He'd suggested a cute little chihuahua with a limp paw, or a sweet maltese, but... Hannah had gone right for the weird, green thing. Was it even a dog? Probably not. It had tentacles and it walked on two legs. Had the people at the shelter called it a dog anyways? Yes. Because what else were they supposed to call it? The only indication they'd gotten as to what he was was a small collar reading 'Wiggly'- which didn't help at all. Look, they'd just found it curled up behind Toy Zone one night, and it was their duty to care for him and then get him to a family.

Things had not been easy for Hannah so far. It seemed her little green friend had a thing for getting into trouble... and tastes for household furniture. He'd already eaten two of her books and one of her sock dolls. Right now, she was trying to get him to stop eating one of her pillows. He seemed to revel in tearing his prey apart before eating it. His eyes got all wild, and... he looked so happy that Hannah almost didn't want to stop him. But she had to, because if he destroyed anything noticeable he'd be gone. And Webby had told her that she needed to pick this little guy. He seemed to make 'hr' sound in disappointment. But what came next was far from anything Hannah would have expected him to do.

"But Banana... it's so yummy-wum!" A goofy, light and child-like singsong tenor voice protested.

"You talk." Hannah breathed, eyes widening.

"Only to you, Hannah Banana." Wiggly giggled. "You are the only person who can hear my voice."

"Is that why Webby told me to get you?" Hannah asked, curious. He seemed to scowl at the mention of her name.

"Stupid bitch... thinks I need to rehabilitate." Wiggly grumbled.

"What's rehabilitate?" Hannah asked.

"It means... I've been very naughty." Wiggly told her. Hannah cringed at that.

"Don't... Mom..." Hannah mumbled.

"I've been bad." Wiggly corrected himself. "So she sent me to you. She thinks you can make me good."

"Me?" Hannah blinked.

"She says we'll be good for each other." Wiggly mocked her, clearly not happy about it. "She wants me to be your fwendy-wend. Because we both need a fwendy-wend, according to her."

"I don't *need* any friends." Hannah shook her head, her mood dampened by that implication. "I got Lexie and E."

"That's not what the teachy-weachers think." Wiggly cooed, the tiniest hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yeah, well... they're dumb!" Hannah fumed, turning on her bed and putting a pillow over head in frustration. That was a sore subject for her.

Hannah knew what the teachers thought of her. She knew what everyone thought. She didn't care. She knew who she was, and... she knew what she needed. She knew that she shouldn't have to put up with the shit the kids at her school gave her. She knew that they chose her because she was the easy target. Because they could get away with blaming her for anything. She was that girl from the trailer at the edge of the Witchwood, whose mom had gone to jail. That was enough for them to paint her as the punk. But that wasn't who she was, and... she hated that it's what people thought. She didn't even do anything wrong. She never said the things they said she did. She took a few deep breaths under the pillows, trying to calm down.

"That pillow-willow isn't going to help, Banana." Wiggly sighed. "My voice is in your head. "Like Webby."

"Leave me alone!" Hannah snapped.

"Nuh uh..." Wiggly tutted. "Webby says I have to help you be happy again before I can go back to my homey-wome."

"Yeah? You're not doing a very good job!" Hannah huffed. "Don't wanna talk right now."

"But Webby says-" Wiggly started.

"Webby can be a stupid bitch!" Hannah cut him off, frustrated to the point of tears.

"Uh oh! That's not very nice!" Wiggly chided.

"Just... shut up!" Hannah groaned.

"Fine." Wiggly sighed.

He sat on the edge of her bed for a minute as Hannah remained unmoving, trying to cool off. He dangled his feet for a moment before hopping off and walking over to a bookshelf. He tipped it over, letting everything crash and giggling. He surveyed the ruins, grabbing a small clay structure. He started to nibble on it softly, satisfied with it's taste. At around that precise moment, Lex entered the room. She was immediately drawn to Hannah on the bed. Her brows furrowed, and she sat down on the edge of it, rubbing Hannah's back. She was more confused than anything. Ethan had said she was so happy after getting her dog.

"Hannah Banana... what's wrong?" Lex cooed.

"Nothing... just annoyed." Hannah sighed, pulling the pillow off her head and setting it on the bed. "Teachers think I'm bad 'cause of Mom, don't they?"

"Yeah... yeah, Mom kinda gave us a bad rep." Lex sighed. "We gotta fight hard to make people see we're not her."

"Yeah, but... I don't wanna fight." Hannah grumbled.

"I don't either." Lex admitted. "Soon... we won't need to. Soon we'll have California. We just gotta stick it out and make it through life here until I make enough money to get us out of here."

"Okay." Hannah nodded, biting her lip, staying put.

Lex sighed, looking down at her feet. Sometimes he just didn't know what to say to Hannah. It was then that she noticed Wiggly crunching on the little clay figurine, surrounded by the mess of everything Wiggly had broken. It was one of a dog that Hannah had made at a birthday party when she was younger. She'd named him Bruno. He wasn't so special to *Hannah* anymore, but... it was to Lex. Wiggly and Lex looked each other in the eye for a moment, and Wiggly seemed to freeze, already knowing he was in trouble. Lex's eyes widened both in fear and in shock.

"Hannah... what the fuck is that thing?" Lex tried to ask levelly, but her tone was shaky.

"Oh, that's Wiggly." Hannah shrugged, sitting up. "He's our new dog."

"Banana... that's not a dog." Lex chuckled nervously. "It has fucking tentacles..."

"He's cute!" Hannah giggled. And she genuinely believed that, even if it was a jab at Wiggly. She knew he wouldn't want to be seen as cute. He grumbled at that and she stuck her tongue out at him discreetly.

"Okay... I think we may need to take Wiggly back to the pound." Lex tried to ease gently. "I... don't even fucking know where to begin taking care of him, and clearly you don't either because he's eating Bruno. I mean... look what he did, Banana! Look at your stuff!"

"Wiggly! I told you to stop eating stuff!" Hannah chided.

"Sorry, Banana! I'm just so hungry!" Wiggly whined. "I need to fill my belly-well!"

"Okay... the little noises are cute." Lex chuckled softly. Hannah blinked, confused, before remembering that Lex couldn't hear him. "You can't just tell an animal to do something. You gotta train it."

"Oh." Hannah blinked. "I think... think he's hungry."

"Yeah... we gotta get him some real food." Lex agreed. "Do you know what he eats?"

"Um..." Hannah bit her lip. She gave him a look. He shrugged. She turned to Lex, shrugging. "Clay?"

"This is yummy." Wiggly nodded.

"We can't feed him clay, banana... I don't think anyone can digest it right." Lex laughed. "This is why we should go get a dog! Let the people at the pound deal with this freak of nature!"

"Well that wasn't very friendly!" Wiggly pouted.

"Webby told me this one." Hannah insisted, ignoring Wiggly.

"Really?" Lex groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I dunno why! Said... said we gotta help him get good." Hannah shrugged. "But... Webby said it, so we gotta."

"Maybe... maybe Webby can find someone else to help him get good?" Lex sighed. "Banana, this isn't Disney. We're not Lilo and Stitch."

"Nani." Hannah corrected. "Lilo and Nani. And Ethan's David."

"No, banana. We're not." Lex sighed, shaking her head. "We're Lexie and Hannah and E. And Lexie is already having enough trouble with child services *without* that thing around. I don't know what it is, and I get the feeling that no one does. I don't think he's from around here, banana. We should leave him to be taken care of by someone who knows how to do it right."

"But Webby told me!" Hannah pouted. "Please! Just a week."

"Just a..." Lex muttered, sighing again. She bit her lip. She knew she would be insane to give in. But... she'd also be insane not to. Clearly Hannah was emotionally attached to this. And hey, at the end of the week, she could take the thing back. "Fine. Fine, we can keep him for a week and see how it goes. But if you can't train him to behave in a week, then he goes back to the pound. Deal?"

"Deal!" Hannah beamed. She smirked at Wiggly. "Welcome to the family!"

Wiggly rolled his eyes, putting on the most obviously fake 'smile' Hannah had ever seen on a pet. Clearly, he didn't think he was all that bad. But Webby had thought he needed the help, and Webby was usually right about these things. So whether he wanted to or not, it was now hannah's mission to make him good. She didn't know the half of what she was getting into, or what the week ahead would entail. But neither did Wiggly. Wiggly didn't know the half of what life on earth could do to you. And maybe, just maybe, that was a good thing. Because people can find the most beautiful things right where they least expect them to be.

#hannah foster #wiggly black friday #wiggog y'wrath #webby black friday #webby nightmare time #lex foster #starkid #black friday #nightmare time #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #oneshot #one shot #starkid fanfiction #send more requests! #lilo and stitch #tw: swearing

[robinchirpsart]

little post-fic family portrait of my AU story where Tom adopts Lex and Hannah when they’re young :)

Read on AO3: "A Father to Us Both (A Father to Us All)"

#barneston #tom houston #becky barnes #lex foster #hannah foster #starkid #black friday #writing #drawing #fanart #fanfiction

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: sexual themes, vampire!levi, thrall!reader, blood drinking implied

Vampire!Levi who is exhausted with fighting his bloodlust.

Vampire!Levi who wants so desperately just to feel alive.

Vampire!Levi who looks at you and hates you because you have everything he could ever want, because you are human and you take it for granted that your still-beating heart is still beating and you waste the time you could be spending alive and happy and mortal fighting titans and bleeding and dying; because don’t you know how precious your life is? Don’t you know that the fleeting looks you give him as he crosses the mess hall are a fucking waste because you should be giving them to someone you can grow old with? 

Vampire!Levi who has been around long enough to know that your attraction will fade even if his will not, and it is far wiser to let your fleeting hurt run its course than to force the immortal pain of eternal separation on a mortal soul. 

Vampire!Levi who sees you as you lay dying, and decides to throw caution into the wind because he cannot bear to see you leave him so soon, so far before your time. 

Vampire!Levi who thralls you to save your life.

Vampire!Levi who refuses to drink from you, even when you beg. Perhaps even because you beg.

“Please,” you say with breathless wanting. “Heichou— Levi, let me be your cupbearer.”

He turns bodily from you, not trusting his eyes with your pleading face. Already, he can hear your heartbeat echo in his ears, feel the lifeblood of your artery pulsing against his tongue— and he hasn’t even touched you, not even with gloved hands, since that day.

“No.”

It is all he can trust himself to say.

“I want it,” you reply, and he can feel the heat of your body as you take one step closer, can smell the blood rush to your cheeks in shameless humiliation. “Please, Levi— I owe you my life—”

“You owe me nothing,” he growls,

“— but I would want this even if I didn’t!”

Your words ring impossibly loud in his ears, and he turns to look at you, reprimand on the tip of his tongue, but then your hands are on either side of his face, pulling him to you. At your touch, he becomes boneless, strengthless; you kiss him, sweetly, chastely, and then you press deliciously against him, your chest heavy against his. Your tongue slips into his mouth— a mistake, he realizes, a stupid, foolish, human mistake, as his lower fang catches soft flesh, piercing it.

Your blood is somehow even sweeter than it was the first time. It tastes something like wine, he thinks— tangy from the iron, a bit bitter, and then the sweetest ambrosia imaginable. When you pull away, forcing himself to let you go is the hardest thing he has ever done. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, breathless once more. “Did you get a taste?”

“More than,” he replies, and before he can stop you, you kiss him again, the blood that is pooling in your mouth smearing against his lips, and he groans even as he keeps himself rigidly, painfully, in place, refusing to kiss you back.

“I can’t,” he tells you as gently as possible, pushing you away. “You tempt me too much.”

His hands are shaking. He wants you so badly— but he refuses even to press his tongue against the crimson stain of your blood on his lips. He must be stronger than this. He must.

“You’re tired,” you tell him, looking at him with sad eyes. “You’re always so tired and it’s because you don’t feed properly—”

“I feed enough,” he insists, but you shake your head.

“I can feel it,” you say, taking one of his hands and pressing it against your chest. “Right here. I can feel your Hunger. You’re malnourished, Levi. Whatever you’re eating… it isn’t good enough.”

You move his hand slightly, and he finds himself cupping your breast, holding the weight of it in his hand. 

“Let me be your cupbearer,” you whisper. “Let me be your Hebe. I want to— I want—”

You stumble over your words, and as he finishes your sentence for you, his mouth tastes like ash. 

“You want to serve me. It’s your instinct as a thrall.” He shakes his head. “I refuse to take advantage of—”

Levi cuts himself off— and nearly bites through his own tongue— when he realizes that you’re tugging at him by the belt.

“I wanted to serve you long before you ever tasted me, Levi Ackerman,” you snap. “Ever since I first met you, I’ve wanted to kneel before you, put myself at your mercy— ”

He tries to back away, but you follow him, giving him no chance to put distance between you. 

“I’ve wanted you,” you tell him, fierce and yet so vulnerable, “and my wanting for you has not changed, Levi.”

You kiss him then, and he yields. As he laps the blood from your tongue, allows you to press yourself against him, he knows he’s been completely, utterly defeated; your will has outmatched his, and he can do nothing but take all that you give him.

It is too early to tell you that he loves you, but it does not change the fact that as you offer up your wrist to him, that is exactly what he feels. 

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi imagine #levi angst #aot fanfiction #hannah's freaky fridays #vampire!levi

[wigglysprophet]

Ok final post then I'm sleeping but I had an idea for a fan made musical.

(It isnt fully fleshed out but here's a general thing)

Basically it's after black friday and Lex and Hannah get back and Ethan comes back and is like half alive and seems pretty normal, except that he's kind of an asshole, and is just generally weird.

He's only hanging out with Hannah pretty much, he's being a bitch (in a bad way) to Lex and kind of reminding her of her father. (I've got an idea with that)

We find out later that he's still being controlled by Wiggly/Wiley and is still trying to take control of the world, etc and he's trying to get close to Hannah to get her to come with him 'to the dark side' if you will.

But yeah there's some showdown, they all get back together and to California (or maybe not, who knows)

That's just a general plot but yeah, just wanted to share :)

#fanfiction #lexthan #lex foster #ethan green #hannah foster #black friday musical #black friday the musical #starkid #team starkid

[marvelmaniac715]

More amazing art work for my Lords in Black go to High School au!:

My friend @feathertru drew this awesome picture of Peter Spankoffski being confronted by Wiggly, isn’t it great? I feel so honoured to have had two pieces of artwork made for my au in just two days, I’m so happy and grateful, so thank you so much 🥹. Link to my fanfiction for this au:

Gotta Get Back To School (3050 words) by Marvelmaniac715 Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stephanie Lauter/Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy Characters: Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy, Stephanie Lauter, Grace Chastity, Wiggly | Wiggog Y’rath, Pokey | Pokotho, Tinky | T'noy Karaxis, Blinky | Bliklotep, Nibbly | Nibblenephim, Webby (Black Friday), Hannah Foster Additional Tags: High School, Post-Canon, Crack, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, lords in black - Freeform Summary: You know how the Lords in Black are summoned in Nerdy Prudes Must Die? Yeah… well, they never got sent back, so they’re still hanging around. Since they have time to kill and no plans that require urgent attention, why not stay in their human forms and attend Hatchetfield High as ‘regular teens’ just to mess with our favourite Nerdy Prudes? Go Nighthawks!

Please check it out if you want some post-canon crack and (slight) angst with everyone’s favourite eldritch disaster siblings and Nerdy Prudes :).

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #black friday musical #nerdy prudes must die #lords in black #wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #peter spankoffski #high school au #au #fan art #art