#they actually deserve to be slightly terrified of each other

[aroace-moron]

Have the one bit of a WIP i actually like. We can act like this is a oneshot, right?

Kidnap family, now with orcs! TW for offscreen violence, very brief mentions of blood and also Elrond and Elros being traumatized. Have fun.

Elros is scared, shutting his eyes tight as he clings to his brother, who is covering his ears against the clang of metal somewhere underneath them. The orcs came without warning, and Maedhros had somehow shoved both of the twins into a tree in one fluid movement before grabbing his sword and joining his brother.

Where he has touched Elrond, his skin burns.

He holds Elros as tightly as he can, wishing for someone, anyone else, to cover his ears as well.

A roar makes both of them flinch violently, but it is cut off abruptly by an impact and a horrible squelching sound. Something gasps blubbery, before fading away.

The Feanorians leave them alone for long enough that Elrond begins to wonder if perhaps they have forgotten about them. Or if they are – he dares not finish the thought.

He hugs his brother, until slow, heavy footsteps nearing make him open his eyes and stare through the leaves.

Maedhros. He seems exhausted, coming to a stop in front of their tree and staring at them with low sunken eyes.

"Get down here." His voice has momentarily lost its edge. Elrond can't help but notice how strangely old he looks, for an elf. He stares at him with wide eyes.

Maedhros raises his hand as if to offer it to them, but stops halfway through, grimacing in pain. There is something black smeared over his knuckles.

"I don't have time for this," he growls, sends them one last glare, turns and leaves. Elrond gapes after him.

He taps Elros' shoulder, and opens his mouth to say something. He closes it again. Opens it. No words come out, his voice is stuck deep in his throat.

Elros finally lifts his head to look at him with wide fearful eyes. He doesn't speak, either. Elrond wonders if he has the same issue. They hold each other tighter.

Suddenly, Maedhros appears again, supporting a stumbling Maglor with his right arm and gripping his sword with his hand. His brother does not look well. He is gripping his side. Blood spills past his fingers.

The sight of the two brothers makes Elrond simultaneously gasp in relief and in resignation. They could not have found their way out the forests without them regardless. If they want to escape, they will have to wait until they meet other elves again.

"Nelyo," Maglor groans as Maedhros carefully sets him down against the tree. "Nelyo, the children –"

"Above you." Maedhros sets down the bag they store their belongings in and grimaces. Turning to them, he says, "Will you come down now?"

Elrond doesn't say anything. Elros hides his face again.

The man stares at them for a long moment before sitting down and rummaging through the bag.

"Suppose we'll just stay here then," he grumbles. "Out in the open, more orcs around, just waiting for us to fall a–"

Maglor touches his arm and shakes his head mutely. Maedhros sighs.

"You're right," he says. "I am sorry."

Elrond watches as Maedhros slowly bandages a bad looking cut on Maglor's side. It seems difficult, with just the one hand, but Maedhros doesn't complain. Elrond can't help but wonder how he lost it. A battle, most likely, and he shudders at the mental image the thought gives him. Maedhros, soaked in blood all over, a terrifying beast who fights on even after his hand is sliced off by a nebulous monster.

He shakes his head. Looking down at Maedhros, bowed over his brother and grumbling softly whenever he gasps in pain, it is difficult to imagine him in that way. This elf does not seem like someone who would enjoy bloodshed. He seems… tired.

Night has fallen upon them when he finally gathers the courage to ask for help. He has been trying to find a safe path down the tree for at least an hour, but he can't. It's too smooth, too high up. They must be at least two meters above the ground.

He grips the acorn tightly and prays this won't anger Maedhros. He can't remember enough about the Valar to figure out which would be responsible for the case of someone throwing an acorn at their kidnapper, hoping to get their attention, so he prays to Yavanna instead. It seems fitting, he thinks. Given all the trees.

Maedhros is not asleep. He sits leaned against the tree trunk, an arm wrapped around his brother's shoulders, holding him tight. He flinches when the acorn hits his head but doesn't seem angry when he looks up.

Elrond's shoulders sag in relief. He taps the tree. Maedhros raises his brows. "Ready?" He asks, his voice softer than Elrond has heard before. Elros presses himself against his side and nods.

Maedhros lets go of his brother, who groans in his sleep, and stands up. He grimaces again, and Elrond wonders once more if he is hurt. He didn't see him bandage himself anywhere.

"Alright," he says, offering them his arms, though he doesn't lift them high, especially not the right one. Elrond hesitantly reaches for him, but the Feanorian shakes his head.

"Feet first. Hold onto the tree, I will help you down."

It takes the children a long time to get down, but Maedhros does not seem upset with them over it. In fact, he seems calmer than usual.

"There are better ways to get my attention than to throw acorns," he says, almost conversationally, and glances at them as he searches for their blanket. "You could talk, for example."

The twins stare at him mutely, and he sighs.

"Come on." He lifts his left arm. The right one is around Maglor's shoulders again, who leans against his side like he is trying to melt into him. "Time to sleep. It's been a long day."

They settle against him, hesitantly, and he covers them additionally to the thin blanket with a piece of his cloak as they huddle closer. Maedhros feels warmer than any other elf they have ever met, somehow, and he has not lit a fire.

It is quiet for a while, and Elrond has just started to nod off when Maedhros suddenly speaks again.

"You don't even have to say anything." It's little more than a whisper, like he doesn't really want them to hear. "You can shout or hum or whistle. Just give me a sign, show me that we didn't –" There is something unfamiliar in his voice. If Elrond didn't know any better, he would think the older one was scared.

But that does not make sense. Why should this strong ellon, who could push them into a tree without even having to think about it, and who Elrond knows has killed far more than the few orcs today, be scared of two silent children?

He breathes slowly, pretending to be asleep. Elros might be, he thinks. His twin has stopped shaking for the first time in hours.

"I am sorry," Maedhros whispers, and Elrond barely manages to stop himself from starting. "I am so sorry we did this to you."

He pulls them closer, and Elrond can't help but notice the tremble in his scarred hand as Maedhros runs his fingers through Elros' hair.

It seems like an old gesture, somehow. Like he has almost forgotten it, and now it feels strange and familiar all the same. A shudder goes through him as he plays with Elros' hair.

Elrond does not fall asleep for a long time.

#silm fic #my writing #fanfic #silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #kidnap family #listen. listen. #i don't want them to be happy and functional #they actually deserve to be slightly terrified of each other #i have never been fully nontalking i hope I portrayed this right #usually I still am semitalking when this kind of thing happens #not really happy with everything in this fic but at this point who cares

[ptolemaeacles]

♡ becoming hazel callahan's cheerleader gf hcs

pairing: hazel callahan x cheerleader!reader

synopsis: headcanons i have about becoming hazel's cheerleader gf.

notes: … i did rush the ending a bit because i have school and i did not proofread the entire thing but hope guys liked :))))

word count: 1.3k

i'd imagine you guys meet when you decide to join the self defense club that pj and josie were teaching.

she always admired you from afar but being the loser lesbian that she was, she never made a move on you.

eventually, the both of you got paired up to fight. poor baby was so scared she might hurt you, she barely hit you. more like slightly aggressive taps rather than punches.

"c'mon hazel! hit her!" pj yelled from behind you. you had hazel on the ground, crouched over her body. her nose was dripping blood and it was all over her teeth. no matter how many punches you threw her way, she never retaliated. not a single kick or punch was given back to you. the sight of you on top of her certainly wasn't helping her win this fight.

now that you guys were acquainted, she would get so nervous around you. of course she was always nervous around you but more so now since you actually knew who she was.

you guys would actually speak to each other in the classes you shared instead of her just staring at you. (and you taking quick glances because you're a lot more slick than she is)

hazel convinced herself you were pin straight. to her, there was no way someone so hot was gay. (god damn cheerleader stereotypes) so when she heard from isabel that you liked girls, she had no idea what to do. she had no idea what to do even when she thought you were straight but now it was 10x worse.

she started second guessing every compliment, every time your hand brushed past her when you guys were getting lunch, every single time your eyes held her gaze a little too strongly.

you always thought she was cute. even when she acted a little crazy. the whole bomb situation was actually a bit endearing to you, as concerning as that is. while everyone was in the car, yelling at hazel for setting off a fucking bomb on jeff's car, you squeezed her hand and sent a sweet smile her way. that smile alone erased any feeling of guilt or blame within an instant.

and when pj had said hazel had no friends and called her mom a skank, you were the first person running after her. you searched half the school campus before finding her hiding under the bleachers,

"haze, oh my god, i was so worried about you!" you crouched down and brought hazel into your arms. the nickname brought a warmth to hazel's heart. you were the only person who called her that.

"everything that pj said is not true at all," you let go of her to hold the sides of her face in your hands, "forget all that shit about your mom. and you have friends. you have josie, you have isabel and brittany, you have me."

hazel looked up to you slowly with a new look in her eyes.

"i don't want to be your friend." you felt your heart get heavier for a second. hazel leaned in without thinking. she caught your bottom lip between hers and-

she was kissing you. hazel was kissing you. and to her surprise, you were kissing her back.

after the unexpected love confession under the bleachers (typical high school romance), hazel decided she wanted to take you out on a proper date. it's what you deserved. (plus she's not getting caught in the 'u-haul lesbian' allegations crossfire). unfortunately, those plans were postponed.

she never told you that pj and josie lied about juvie or that she agreed to fight the school's star boxer. (you later find out she had no idea she was fighting him too.)

the aftermath of the fight was terrifying for you. of course, you had seen her bloody face before (and had even been the cause of it before) but it was never this bad.

you stayed with her for a long while after that. always taking notes for her in class and coming by her house to check up on her. the other girls would come by as well. it made you happy that they were all there for her, even after the club disbanded.

you opted to sleep over from time to time which she was always appreciated. it quickly got old when you guys could barely hear each other talk over the sound of ms. callahan and jeff going at it.

both you and hazel were in her bed, laying on your backs, next to each other. hazel laid with her hands behind her head, elbows facing outwards, and you laid with your hands on your stomach, palms facing down. both of you still giggling over a joke hazel made about your shared english teacher earlier.

"hey so, uh, i wanted to ask you something." hazel turned to face you, resting her head against her arm on her pillow.

"yeah? go for it." you turned your head to her.

"well, um, i wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a da-" hazel's question was interrupted by loud moans and rhythmic thumping coming from her mom's room.

'goddamn it...' hazel thought. it was jeff and her mom again.

"you know what, never mind, it was stupid."

eventually, the game against huntington arrived. hazel was nervous for the game and she wasn't even playing nor did she care about sports. she was going to officially ask you out. and she wasn't going to let anything ruin it this time. she watched you do your cheerleading routine, admiring your uniform. (she was obsessed with it and wanted to see you wearing it all the time. but not even batman could beat that information out of her...)

once again her plans were cut short, when a frantic pj and josie came up to her in bleachers asking her for another distraction. you were in the middle of your routine when you saw hazel running across the field towards the girls from the club. (you didn’t happen to see the little device she had in her hands)

what confused you even more was when hazel ran up to you mid-routine.

you moved your pom poms in a choreographed motion, the way you had been practicing for weeks.

the girls from the club had been running around in the corner of your eye and you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. they looked distressed but you had to focus on your routine. that was until hazel came up to you.

she called out your name, loud enough for you to show some concern and put your pom poms downs.

“come ‘ere” she murmured. she wrapped her arms around your waist, slotting her lips between yours.

to say it took you by surprise was an understatement. you tilted your head, deepening the kiss, and brought your hands to either side of her face.

when the both of you pulled away, the mixed groans and cheers finally met your ears. but by then, it seemed you guys had bigger problems.

the fight was chaotic to say the least. the huntington players were known to be ruthless and unforgiving. throughout the entire fight, you and hazel fought back to back, constantly covering the other. more like hazel stared you while you broke a guys nose in. and your mouth definitely didn’t get a little dry when she kicked a guy unconscious.

the fight felt like it had been going on forever, especially with the way your body was aching. you and hazel looked around the field and you see tim getting on the ground, sticking his tongue onto the wet field.

“it’s pineapple juice!” he exclaimed as he got up.

you finally put 2 and 2 together.

you turn to hazel.

“we did all that for jeff?”, you huffed, “god, we’re just as brain dead as the rest of the school.” hazel chuckled before bringing her bloody, bruised hands to either sides of your waist.

“i wanted to ask you something and i’m not letting anyone ruin it this time,” she looked at you with a newfound confidence, “will you go out with me? i know it took me a long time to ask, i was looking for a good moment-“

you crashed your lips into hers, shutting her up. which she took as a definite yes.

taglist: @heartrobynn @masclover111

#hazel callahan #bottoms (2023) #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine

[sadprose-auroras]

On Top – Hazel Callahan x reader

Hi! I have been able to think of literally nothing else but this character, so I simply had to. Shoutout to all the incredible writers who have been doing the lord’s work writing for Hazel already, you’re all amazing <3 I just had to add my little contribution.

Content: mild violence, sexual themes and making out, cursing, out of practise writing, no use of y/n.

Summary: Cheerleader!reader and Hazel have the hots for each other. Other stuff contextualises that, but it’s not as interesting. That’s about it. Please let me know if you enjoy! Word count: 4.4k

You first heard about the club when PJ and Josie approached you in the hallway as you were searching desperately for a book in your locker.

“Where is it?” you mumbled to yourself, when the pair came up behind you suddenly.

“Hey!”

You yelped in surprise, whipping around.

“Oh, hi. PJ. Josie.” You smiled. You weren’t particularly close with the two best friends, but you were friendly. Josie, more so. It wasn’t hard to be a little annoyed when you saw PJ treat Hazel the way she did. Okay, so maybe it infuriated you. Sure, your immense crush on Hazel might have had something to do with it, but nobody deserved to be tossed aside carelessly like that.

“What’s up? Um, we have a proposition for you,” Josie said. You frowned.

“Okay, what is it?” You were suddenly a little nervous.

“We think there is a serious lack of female solidarity at this school,” said PJ.

“Agreed,” you nodded. And you really did.

“So we’ve started this women’s, uh, like, um, solidarity club, to help us, y’know, come together, beat the patriarchy, learn to defend ourselves, it’s in the gym after school if you feel like coming along?” PJ asked.

“That actually sounds great.” You were excited. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly terrified of everything that was going on.

“Really? Great! And we were thinking that maybe you could bring along, y’know, some of your friends? Like- oh gosh, for example, Brittany and Isabel? Or-or- any of your, y’know fellow cheerleaders.”

You suppressed a smile. They were so not obvious. But you were down. Although you were considered fairly popular being a cheerleader, you were keen to hang out with some other girls. It felt like nobody truly understood you.

“I make no promises about Brittany and Isabel but I’ll ask! I’ll see you guys then,” you smiled, closing your locker. The bell rang, and you said your goodbyes as you headed off to class. You gave up on finding your book. Classes were weirdly short at your school, anyway.

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It didn’t take much convincing to get your friends to join you. Isabel was immediately excited about the club, and Brittany, bless her soul, followed Isabel anywhere she went. Your shoes awkwardly squeaked on the gym floor as the three of you walked in and approached the group. All eyes turned to the three of you, some sitting, some standing, and a silence fell among everyone. You cleared your throat, speaking up first.

“Hey, this is the women’s solidarity club, right? We want to join.”

To your surprise, Hazel was the first to bound over and smile. Your heartbeat rapidly increased and your cheeks warmed, so you quickly looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey you guys, come on in! We were just about to start-“

“Trust exercises.” Josie interrupted.

“Wrestling- wrestling each other.” PJ said at the same time, her eyes locked on Brittany. “It’s a fight club, actually.” You frowned. Surely if you were going to start a club, you’d have a clear picture of what it was going to be first? They seemed to have no idea what they were doing.

Your friend seemed completely ignorant, or at the least unphased by PJ’s crush on her. Hazel cleared her throat, and you felt a surge of sympathy for the girl. Not that you would ever tell her that. You could barely look at her without melting into a puddle. Her big, dreamy eyes that you could pretty much drown in. Her smooth-as-honey voice. Her radiant smile. The way she was so sweet to everyone, even if they didn’t deserve it. How she was simultaneously so sure of herself, seemingly so confident. Her floppy hair that was always getting in her eyes, and just looked so soft that you always wanted to just reach out and-

Oh shit. You were definitely staring now. You looked away quickly, heart racing.

“We’re not supposed to talk about th-“ Josie mumbled to PJ. “It’s a self defence club,” she explained to the group. “Come on,” she gestured, and you all gathered in a circle, sitting down. Hazel sat next to you, and you had never been so aware of somebody’s physical presence before. All you needed to do was move your leg over a few inches and hers would be touching yours. You were vaguely aware of PJ explaining that you were going to practise defending yourselves against each other, but you were only half listening. You were too busy staring at Hazel’s knee. It was so close to yours. You were snapped out of your thoughts by her knee nudging yours. You looked up at Hazel, mortified that you were caught out.

“That’s you,” Hazel said.

“Huh? What? Oh,” you laughed nervously, putting two-and-two together. Josie had said your name. You gulped. You really didn’t want to go first. Surely fighting each other was counterintuitive for solidarity? You sat up, moving to the middle of the circle.

“And um… Hazel.” Josie said. Your eyes widened. You particularly didn’t want to fight her. What if you hurt her?

“Right, okay,” Hazel chuckled awkwardly, standing up to move into the middle as well. You smiled at each other nervously and began circling each other.

“C’mon!” someone shouted.

“Hit each other!” somebody else yelled even louder. Your heart racing, you took a step forward, swinging your fist, nowhere near as hard as you could have, cringing as you did so. Hazel, thankfully, ducked, and you missed. Continuing to circle each other, you both laughed nervously.

The group shouted encouragements, egging you both on. Hazel swung this time as you attempted to dodge. You didn’t quite move fast enough though, and her fist made contact with your cheekbone. You bit back a smile. It was not okay how much you enjoyed it.

“Get her, Hazel! Slay queen!” Sylvie shouted, as she swung again, and this time you ducked quickly. Using the opportunity, you thought you’d better try again, and attempted a right hook, cringing internally when your fist made contact. Hazel smiled. She actually smiled.

“Nice one,” she said, hitting you again, knocking you down onto your back. Amidst the shock, you were vaguely aware of your lip bleeding from where Hazel’s ring made contact. Before you could move to get up, she was on top of you, hips straddling yours, pinning down your wrists. The way her body was pressed against yours made your head spin and your breath quicken. Not to mention the throbbing between your thighs. Your cheer skirt had ridden up in the process, and it was difficult not to notice the only thing covering you were the thin bike shorts underneath.

“Ready to give up yet?” she asked, smirking. You smiled, using all of your strength to push her off you, the two of you rolling over so now you were on top of her. There was something about this particular situation that was making you so much more brave then usual.

“Definitely not,” you replied. There was a bit of back and forth as you rolled around, eventually ending up on your back, Hazel on top of you. Not that you were complaining. The soft noises she made, grunting and groaning as you fought, were possibly the hottest sounds you had ever heard in your entire life. It made you wonder what she sounded if they were noises of pleasure, instead of pain, if she might moan in delight if you were to kiss her neck, if you were to be between her legs, how she would gasp-

“Hazel wins!”

Oh fuck. Your train of thought had absolutely distracted you. You literally had forgotten to keep fighting back, too busy enjoying yourself. Hazel stood up, the loss of the feeling of her against you a large disappointment. You picked yourself up as well, wincing at the pain. Hazel was looking pretty worse for wear as well, blood dripping from her nose, hair mused. You vaguely wondered if it was normal to find it incredibly sexy.

“Well done,” you said, as she reached out to shake your hand. God, she was so endearing. You tried to ignore how much sweat had pooled on your palms.

“You too,” she said, “you were amazing.”

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The next few weeks in the club were truly amazing. Despite the fighting being the thing to bring all of you together, you really felt like you had bonded with every single one of the girls more than you could have imagined. There was a beauty in the trust you put in each other’s hands to be that violent with each other.

More than anything, you felt closer to Hazel. You could actually speak to her without feeling like you were going to explode with anxiety, instead wanting to explode with affection. The pair of you had developed a habit of sitting next to one another, and after every meeting you would hang around after everyone else had left, caught up in conversation. Those small moments were such a safe space, they felt electric; you felt like you could tell her anything and she would listen. And vice versa.

Well. Almost anything.

The two of you were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the gym floor, facing each other. You couldn’t even remember how long ago everyone else had left.

“I dunno, I just feel like this is the first time I’ve had actual, real, friends in school, you know?” Hazel said. The sadness in her eyes and twitch in her brow made you want to scream, to grab the shoulders of anyone who didn’t want to be her friend and ask what the fuck was fundamentally wrong with them.

You nodded sympathetically.

“Me too. I mean, I love Brittany and Isabel, but we didn’t even talk about anything that wasn’t cheer or schoolwork or petty relationship drama until we joined the club. Now we talk about real things.”

“That’s so great,” Hazel said softly, turning your insides to mush.

“You’re so great,” you breathed out quickly, gently placing your hand on her leg before you could think. You cleared your throat, drawing your hand back and placing it back in your lap, clasping your hands together.

“Thank you,” she said your name, and you fought the urge to melt into the floor at the way your name passed through her lips.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you both whipped your heads to see who it was. PJ wandered in, and you stiffened.

“Hey, I left my backpack.” She jogged up, grabbing it off the ground and swinging it onto her shoulder. “What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, possibly a little too defensively.

“Yeah, just talking,” Hazel said, standing up. You basically deflated with disappointment.

“We still on for tonight? I really need some help,” PJ said to Hazel expectedly, and she nodded in response.

“Yeah, for sure. See you later,” she smiled at you, and you tried to hide your disappointment.

“Bye guys,” you waved, waiting until they left to lay down on the floor and groan.

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“PJ, you’re a liar!”

“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so…”

The pain on Hazel’s face was evident. She looked like a kicked puppy. Your blood boiled. How dare PJ say that, after everything Hazel had done for her? Enough was enough. You shot up, stalking over to PJ, rage burning inside of you. With one swift movement, you swung your fist right to the centre of her face, knocking her clean onto the floor.

It suddenly dawned on you what you had done. All of your friends watched in shock, mouths hanging open. Nervously, you turned around, Hazel gazing at you in shock.

“I-uh-“ you stuttered, utterly humiliated. Before you could apologise to PJ for taking it too far, before anyone could say anything, Hazel darted off, the doors shutting loudly behind her.

“PJ, I’m sorry, I-“ you stuttered out to the girl still laying on the floor, before taking off after Hazel.

“Haze, wait!” You followed her figure out the gym, down the hallway, around a corner, and into the toilets.

You entered, taking a deep breath. Hazel was leaning against the sink, chewing on her fingernails.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was uncalled for. I know you don’t need me to stand up for you, and I know you like PJ, and that was so not my place, and-“ you said quickly. “I’m just really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me,” Hazel sighed. “You were incredible. I should be thanking you, really.”

“Oh.” You took a small step forward, hands clasped behind your back.

“I don’t like PJ, by the way,” she shook her head, chuckling. Your stomach rolled and dipped.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly.

“I just hear the way she speaks to you, and I don’t know, I think you deserve better than that,” you shrugged.

“I know I do,” she said, shuffling back and forth nervously. “I just always want to see the best in people, I guess.”

“I love that about you,” you said quickly, without thinking. Blood rushed to your cheeks. You were getting dangerously close to confessing the entirety of your feelings for her. She was the one who made you feel brave. Hazel looked away shyly at this, grinning. God, she was beautiful. You took a moment to admire her.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t be self-assured and brave at the same time,” you continued. “Really, I’ve always thought that you seem so confident.”

“I’m not as brave as I could be,” she said quietly, scanning your face. “As you.” She inched ever so closer to you. Her eyes were burning into yours, making you feel positively dizzy. “There’s so many things I wish I could do, but I just… don’t have the confidence.” Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke.

“Like what?” you asked, nibbling at your bottom lip. You didn’t even remember when you got this close to each other, all you had to do was lean forward just a bit and you would be-

“Oh my god, Hazel are you okay?” the door swung open, and you both jumped back.

“Y-yeah, thanks Josie,” Hazel replied, her adorable face reddening. “It was a wake-up call, if I’m honest.”

“Between you and me, PJ had it coming,” Josie said, placing her hand on your shoulder. You smiled at her gratefully. “Someone had to do it. I really think she’ll come to her senses and realise that she needs to treat you better, Hazel.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I don’t even care that much anymore,” she shrugged, stealing a glance at you. Your breath quickened.

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It took a few weeks, but everything pretty much went back to normal. PJ was genuinely showing Hazel how sorry she was, appreciating all of the work she did for the club. You and PJ were fine, as well. You forgave each other. Meetings went back to normal, and you found yourself constantly grateful for the group of strong, brave, kind-hearted, supportive girls.

You were currently sitting on your bed, books sprawled out in front of you, ‘studying.’ Okay, so maybe you weren’t entirely concentrating on science homework. Maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t get a certain brunette out of the forefront of your mind. Particularly a certain near-kiss incident. You always presumed there was no way she liked you, that she liked PJ, but now you weren’t sure. Would she have kissed you if you hadn’t been interrupted? Your doorbell rang, and you sighed in relief at the distraction from your rumination. Being home alone, you went down your stairs, heading towards the door and opening it before checking who it was. Nothing could have prepared you to see Hazel standing there, looking incredibly nervous and incredibly adorable. She was wearing a back and white shirt paired with a black vest that should have been illegal to look that good in.

“Hey!” you said, perhaps a little too cheerfully. “What are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?”

She grinned that smile of hers that you swear could cure any disease.

“Yeah, thanks. Just came to see you, if that’s okay? I know it’s a bit weird, I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” You shook your head as she wiped her feet before entering, and you shut the door behind her.

“Just studying. So boring. I’m grateful for the distraction,” you chuckled. And you truly were grateful. It’s as if all your worries and anxieties about Hazel disappeared as soon as she was in front of you. Because it was just Hazel. Your Hazel. Your friend. And no matter what, you loved her. And you knew she cared for you, romantic or not. And that wasn’t going to change.

“Look, I-“ she started, taking a deep breath, and then beginning again. “I’m trying to be brave like you are. To say what I feel when I feel it.” Her voice was steady and even. You wanted to correct her, tell her that you don’t say what you feel, but she continued.

“And what I feel, is that I might just die if I don’t kiss you right now.”

Holy shit.

Instead of responding, you placed your hand behind her neck, both of your bodies moving in sync towards each other. The moment your lips met, you exhaled through your noses in sync. As if you were both saying, finally. Her hands found your waist as your lips softly grazed one another’s, testing the water. You parted your lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Kissing somebody new usually felt daunting as you learned to navigate it, but you had never felt safer. Hazel’s hands moved back and forth on your waist, as her tongue darted out ever so slightly. You moaned softly into the kiss, hands gently threading through the hair at the bottom of her neck. It was just as soft as you imagined.

You pulled apart for a moment, faces close to one another. Neither of you could contain your smiles. You vaguely wondered if it was possible to faint from feeling so many butterflies. Not being able to help yourself, you reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Wow,” you exhaled.

Hazel was the first one to move this time, crashing your lips together with more urgency this time. The kiss grew more passionate as you wrapped your arms around each other, yours draped around her neck, hers engulfing your entire back. It was as if you couldn’t get any closer, as if you were drowning and kissing each other was oxygen. Pulling apart ever so slightly, you gave her one last kiss, then another, because you simply couldn’t help it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You giggled, arms still draped around her neck.

“Me too,” she whispered, before kissing your forehead. God, could she get any cuter?

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, as you both began to move to get more comfortable on the couch, sitting beside one another.

“Yeah, are you kidding!?” she said dramatically. “But you’re like this hot, popular cheerleader, I never thought I’d have a chance with you!”

“I’m hot? Have you seen you?” you asked in disbelief.

She blushes a deep shade of red, mouth opening slightly as if she was going to say something, then closing it again.

“I didn’t even know if you were gay,” she eventually says.

You laughed.

“Don’t you remember the first time we fought? That was like, a sexual spiritual awakening. That was the gayest shit ever.” Hazel threw her head back and laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“I can’t ever forget.”

“Oh! Also…” you said, grinning from ear to ear, absolutely giddy with disbelief that this was actually happening. You pulled your top up slightly to reveal your ribs, where a small tattoo of a pair of interlocked scissors resided. You both laughed. Hazel’s cheeks reddened, and she stuttered.

“Well, I- I mean… maybe you want to be a hairdresser?” she laughed, eyes glued to the tattoo.

“God, that’s so hot,” she mumbled under her breath. “Can I?” she asked reaching out, and you nodded, heart lurching at her care for asking. She gently traced the tattoo, and you let out a shaky breath. She was barely touching you, and yet her effect on you was all-encompassing. Goosebumps prickled your skin everywhere, not just where she was touching you.

“Hazel,” you whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. “You can take it off if you want.” Your voice came out shakier than you anticipated. Hazel gulped, nodded, then pulled your top off, your arms stretching up to help her. She tossed it on the floor, eyes scanning all of you as if she couldn’t quite take it all in. You were in a plain cotton bra, still wearing your cheer skirt, but Hazel made you feel like you were wearing the most expensive, fancy lingerie ever. You cupped her face, thumbing her cheek, before pulling her in for a kiss. You kissed her with less urgency this time, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths slowly and passionately. She pulled you onto her lap, so you were straddling her, her hands resting on your hips. You slowly began to move against her in rhythm, moaning into the kiss.

Hazel murmured your name against your lips, breathing shakily.

“I want- I- you’re so-“ she tried. “Jesus fucking christ,” she said as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair. Hazel began to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. Shivers ran down your spine, and you sighed in pleasure.

“Whatever you want. Do whatever you want with me,” she whispered into your ear, and you quite literally nearly came right there and then.

“No, what do you want?” you asked, thumbing at her lip. She opened her mouth, sucking on your thumb before releasing it with a pop. You swore, she was going to actually put you into cardiac arrest. Despite this action, you could tell nobody had really asked her that before, and she was at a loss for words.

“I want to make you feel good. Is that okay?” you asked, instead of letting her answer.

“God yes,” she basically moaned, kissing you. Meanwhile, you pushed her vest off, making quick work of undoing the buttons of her shirt. You tossed the items on the floor, barely breaking your lips apart for a moment.

“Lay down for me,” you moved off her lap, letting her get comfortable. This gave you the perfect opportunity to run your eyes over her body. She was left in a soft black crop top and jeans. Looking down at her, her chest rising and falling, soft skin to die for, eyes wide with desire, lips plump from making out, it crossed your mind that you had never, ever, ever, seen a more heavenly sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed out, moving to straddle her again, intertwining your fingers together above her head.

“You’re the most beautiful,” she retaliated, nudging your noses together. You both giggled, and you kissed her softly.

“Take the compliment, baby. I mean it,” you said, kissing her again, before she could respond again. Still holding one of her hands, you moved the other down her tummy, lightly tracing patterns on her skin. Her eyes fluttered as she bit her lip.

“Touch me,” she said. You smirked.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you chuckled, glad she was asking for what she wanted.

“Can I take these off?” you blinked at her, fiddling with a belt loop on her jeans.

“Please,” she said breathily, arching her back slightly. You undid the button, the zipper, then stood up so she could shimmy out of them, you yanked them off her legs a little too hard, your feet giving out beneath you as you stumbled backwards, landing on your ass on the floor in shock. You looked at each other for a second, before both bursting out laughing.

“Smooth,” Hazel said between loud laughs. “Really smooth. How did you even manage that?” she teased, getting off the couch, instead onto the floor with you, crawling towards you. Your eyes drifted down to her cleavage, then back to her eyes. You inhaled sharply.

“Shut up,” you teased back, as she moved on top of you, pinning you down.

“I feel like we’ve been here before,” Hazel mused, holding your wrists down.

“I’m definitely getting flashbacks,” you laughed. “Except this time, I can just…” you kissed her, a little sloppily, but neither of you cared because it was so hot.

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The very next day, you and Hazel walked hand in hand into a club meeting, giggling and whispering to each other. You were the last ones to arrive, having gotten a little distracted in the janitor’s closet.

Everyone turned to look at the pair of you, all seemingly realising what was happening at the exact same moment.

“Oh my god, FINALLY!”

“You fucked! Finally!”

“You were so obvious!”

“Slay queens!”

A chorus of excitement engulfed you, as everyone crowded around you, hugging the pair of you. PJ included.

“I’m really happy for you guys. This-“ she pointed back and forth between you, then made some inappropriate gestures, “makes a lot of sense.”

“Thanks, dude.” Hazel smiled at her.

“Okay, let’s start!” Josie chimed, and you all sat down in a circle. You didn’t let go of Hazel’s hand for a moment. “As per our new protocol, we’re drawing names for pairings.” She held up a hat full of slips with all of your names on it, shaking it around. She stuck her hand in, swirled it around a little too long for dramatic effect. She drew a paper out, reading it aloud.

“Hazel!” You internally groaned. You didn’t want anyone else to get that close to your girl.

“And….” She picked another piece, reading your name out. You grinned.

“Are you game?” Hazel asked, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Only if you are.”

“Are you kidding?” She leaned into your ear to whisper. “Any excuse to get you on top of me.”

#bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan #bottoms fanfic #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan smut

[bg3galore]

Sleeping headcanons

Wyll

-Will hum you a soft tune and rub shapes into your back, while you're settling down for the night.

-Would definitely tell you stories of his life growing up and about his dreams for the future, while you listen closely to his breathing; until you fall asleep.

-Always kisses your forehead before falling asleep.

-Chuckles softly to himself every time you fall asleep before him and will take it as an opportunity to watch your sweet face sleeping; wondering if you're dreaming and what about.

Karlach

-Is a loud snorer and a very deep sleeper

-The perfect cuddler, especially for a harsh winter night; that infernal engine will actually be put to a good cause- comforting the two of you from the prickle of ice, snow and cold alike.

-During the summer, she tends to smother you a bit so you have to squirm your way out of her hold a few times if you're to get any rest at all

-Gets particularly soft and vulnerable when you tuck her hair behind her ears and tell her every little thing you love about her; it makes her feel like her engine is going to combust on site- but in the best way possible.

Shadowheart

-Plays with your hair and enjoys it when you do too

-She always prays right before and right after sleeping and always mentions you in her prayers; she wants you to be safe and healthy forever and always.

-On rare nights that she does have a nightmare (not doubt featuring wolves) she'll reluctantly wake you up and want you to spoon her and comfort her tenderly with words or reassurance; she knows it's silly that they are just wild dogs with no table manners but they terrify her to her core.

-She takes a couple of hours to fall asleep, so in the meantime she likes to read, meditate and admire every inch of you while you sleep or chill in your shared bedroll; it reminds her how lucky and blessed she is everyday.

Gale

-Snores mildly on nights his orb is particularly vexing but will still insist on you cuddling up together; he will apologise for all the trouble he knows he causes although he knows he can't control his situation or habits.

-You have a nightly ritual where you'll lay adjacent to each other and get lost in each others eyes, which tends to lead Gale to slowly getting flustered and eventually crumbling and being very keen for some sleep- he can't control his love or actions in relation to you very well so having you looking at him like that really switches something in him.

-If you ever have trouble falling or staying asleep he'll cast a sleep spell on you to make sure you will get your well deserved rest, and watch over you for a little while just in case something should happen or change.

-On nights where he struggles to sleep and you have long been taken ahold by sleep, he'll wonder off to a quiet place on the other side of camp and quietly play with his magic.

Lae'zel

-She's the type to kick and move around a lot in her sleep, maybe even growl- although she has no memory or idea about it; she would be too proud to admit it willingly anyways.

-Very light sleeper, from as early as she can remember she never wants to give any potential enemies the upper hand so she applies this too to her sleep- she will be the one with a blade to their throat.

-Initially she's not a huge fan of the cuddling idea but once you've been together for a while she starts warming up to the idea of it, and will try it once everyone is asleep; she's full of a soft joy and ever so slightly god forbid drops her guard.

-Falls asleep very easily despite her guard being up so much, she has a lot of pent up rage, anxiety and just general exhaustion so this wears a toll on her body taking her completely out before you even realize it.

Astarion

-Is prone to frequent nightmares/reliving his past with the Szarr household, which causes him to jolt awake and sometimes cry or scream.

-Otherwise he's a quiet sleeper and a wonderful cuddler, he always wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in.

-His favorite sleeping position is to have his head directly on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat, he finds it incredibly comforting and reassures him that he's not alone and won't ever have to be again- not at night, not in the day and certainly not against his demons.

-Takes a minimum of 4 hours to fall asleep especially if he's left alone with his thoughts; they eat at him with anxiety and doubt- so he tends to get to bed much earlier than everyone else in camp.

Halsin

-Only tends to snore if he's been in wild shape for too long

-Wonderful big spoon, also loves to hold you against his chest while you lay by the camp fire and watch the stars and reminisce on stories long past.

-Like Astarion he relives/has nightmares about some of his traumatic experiences from his youth but he's much more discreet about it and will do his best not to wake you up; and instead will go for a brief walk to clear his head and take in the scent of nature and all its bounties.

-Adores it when you nuzzle your face into his neck and will absolutely make you lay completely all over him so he can be closer to you; unless it embarrasses you of course.

#astarion #bg3 #gale #halsin #headcanons #karlach #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll #sleeping

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family B-Side (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One 10th Doctor and Rose (on the way! might take a little, I have plans for this one)

Hello, and welcome back to Addams Family B-Side, where I take my Addams Family Steddie idea and flip the cassette tape

This is part of a larger series in which I give Steve Harrington good parents from different shows/movies/etc. If there are any other people you think would make good parents for Steve, let me know! I'll take them into consideration and see if inspiration sparks :D

Also, there's a meme at the end, so enjoy that hfjks

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Just because Steve finds Eddie Munson fascinating, that doesn't mean he's going to immediately move to wooing the guy. Well. He would, but his mother has some reasonable yet strict rules about these things, the first of all being that Steve can't like someone just for a pretty face. Or sizable personal wealth. He's got to talk to the person to figure out if they can stand each other before commencing the romancing.

Steve doesn't see himself getting a chance to talk to Eddie anytime soon, so he morosely (and it's not even fun this time) puts his fascination on the back burner for the rest of the day.

Then school ends, and Pubert has some after-school commitment, so Steve waits for him in the grossest bathroom he can find on campus. It's near the fine arts hall, has a flickering light above the mirror, and sports mold in one corner that Steve is tempted to harvest for Grandmama. He bets it'd make a great ingredient for something.

He's just about to scrape some of the mold away when the door slams open. Steve looks up in time to see Eddie (his eyes wide and somewhat terrified, and Steve is briefly angry and consumed by the thought that he's the only one who should be making Eddie scared like that) slip across the tile and crash into the wall on the far side of the bathroom.

Steve is momentarily stunned by Eddie's appearance, his heart lurching in his chest and the sudden urge to hide behind something rearing its head. In the back of his mind, he remembers his father describing the first time he saw Debbie; how he clammed up and was so in awe of her that he couldn't say a thing. Steve finally gets it. If he tried to speak right now, he'd probably only mumble or mutter something unintelligible.

Steve is about to try anyway when the door slams open again and three other boys walk in. They're wearing letterman jackets, and Steve recognizes one of them from lunch. He wasn't the boy who called Eddie a prick, but he was sitting at that table and looking particularly annoyed. Now, he just looks taken aback by Steve's presence, and the feeling is mutual.

"You're that new kid, right?" he asks, his lips pulled back in a sneer as he looks Steve up and down. "Get out."

"I was here first," Steve says, frowning slightly as he glances from the boys to Eddie. "What are you doing?"

"We're teaching this dipshit a lesson for disrespecting us," the guy says, cracking his knuckles and narrowing his eyes at Steve. "So, unless you want your ass kicked, too, get out."

Oh. This is bullying. Steve blinks, a sudden glee building in his chest. He glances at Eddie. "Were you planning to fight back?" he asks, figuring he won't take that fun away.

Eddie stares at him like he's clinically insane, and Steve is a little flattered. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie asks, throwing a hand out and gesturing at the guys. "They're brick shithouses."

Steve hums softly and nods, swinging his backpack off his shoulders and opening the main pocket. As he's rummaging around, he hears the ringleader of the jocks (that's what they'd be called in a movie, he thinks) scoff at him. "Are you fucking dumb? Or are you that eager for a ride in an ambulance?" he asks.

Finally, Steve finds what he's looking for and smiles. "Oh. No. I just had to get a weapon," he says, pulling his travel mace out of his bag. He presses a button and spikes release from the ball on the end. Steve looks up at the jocks with an eager smile. "Who first?"

"What the fuck is that?!"

Steve blinks, a little worried about the public education system. "It's a weapon. A mace, to be exact. There's three of you. This evens the odds," he explains.

The three take a step back, looking at Steve like he's clinically insane, and this time he's disgusted by the gesture. "You're fucking crazy," the first one says before turning heel and leaving the bathroom. The other two follow closely behind, and Steve has to stifle the sheer disappointment.

He sighs and retracts the spikes, placing the mace back into his bag. "Are you disappointed you didn't get to fight?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve's attention back.

Eddie is noticeably more relaxed now, and he's looking at Steve like he's an enigma. That's not quite as good as clinically insane, but it's still flattering nonetheless. Steve swallows down the nerves that suddenly appear again, trying to channel his mother's calm confidence instead. "A little," he admits, zipping up his bag before slinging it back onto his shoulders. "I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington."

"Oh, uh, Eddie Munson."

"I know. I saw you at lunch."

Eddie perks up a little, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah? And what did you think, Harrington?" he asks.

Steve stares at him for a moment before taking a step forward, the faint scent of weed and cheap body spray making its way to him. He makes a quick mental note to look into colognes for one that would fit Eddie best (perhaps something crisp and harsh like a wild blizzard with inescapable winds). "I think," Steve says, holding Eddie's gaze, "that you've got incredible conviction."

"Uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome," Steve says, studying Eddie a moment longer. "Let me know if they bother you again. I can pull out a bomb next time."

Before Eddie can respond, the door swings open for a third time. Steve looks over his shoulder and pulls back when he sees Pubert. "Ready to go?" Pubert asks, glancing between the two. "Or am I interrupting something?"

"Not interrupting. And yeah, ready to go."

"Wait, how do you know Pubert Addams?" Eddie asks, looking between the two with a frown. The emotion in his eyes is recognizable if only because Steve has seen it in his mother's eyes when someone beats her to a sale or happens to be wearing a nicer necklace. Jealousy, plain and simple.

Steve grins at Eddie, ready to soothe his jealousy when Pubert cuts in. "Save it," he says, grabbing Steve's hand, "we're gonna be late." With that, he pulls Steve out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"What was that for?" Steve asks.

"I've got to get my entertainment somehow," Pubert replies, smirking as he drops Steve's hand. "Watching someone be jealous will do for a while."

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When Steve gets home, leaving Pubert on the sidewalk without another glance because he's too excited to get inside and tell his mother about the crush that he's talked to, he finds only his father in the kitchen. Without needing to be asked, Fester says, "Debbie and Morticia went to get their nails done. It was an emergency. Apparently, Debbie couldn't tear open letters as easily anymore."

Steve nods once and drops his bag onto the island. "I'm in love," he announces.

His father freezes, a tray of roasted vegetables in his hands. A few moments pass before Fester fully processes Steve's words, and he asks, "Have you talked to them? You know your mother's rule."

"I have," Steve says, unable to help a grin, "and he's perfect."

Fester drops the tray onto the stovetop, and Steve suddenly finds himself lifted into the air and spun around. "In love! Oh, I hope it's miserable for you," Fester says.

Steve laughs, nearly tripping over his feet when Fester sets him down. "I haven't decided how to approach him yet," he admits, grabbing onto the counter for support.

"Tell me about him," Fester says, grabbing Steve's shoulders and staring intensely at him. It's like he thinks he'll be able to read Steve's mind if he refrains from blinking long enough.

Steve pushes his father into one of the chairs at the kitchen's island. "His name is Eddie Munson. He's got this wild look to him. Like, his hair is all wavy and kinda poofy like he got half-electrocuted. And his eyes are the most beautiful swamp-mud brown I've ever seen. He speaks with conviction and has a shirt with a demon head on it and has all these rings and spikes on his vest. And he looks incredible when he's terrified. I mean, if I hadn't been so angry, I would've proposed right there," Steve gushes, the words falling from him in a breathless rush.

"What made you angry?" Fester asks, quickly latching to the last point.

"These...jocks. That's what they're called. Jocks. They were chasing him for stuff he said at lunch. He made this whole speech at lunch, by the way. It was incredible. Way too short and just barely addressing the actual issues and he'd never win a single political campaign. Anyway, these jocks, they chased him into the bathroom where I was, and they had him outnumbered and were muscular, so he was scared of getting beat up, I think. They threatened to beat me up, too, which I was excited about, but they ran away when I pulled out my travel mace. I mean, how rude is that? It's just bad form to run when someone's pulled out a weapon."

"And he wasn't angry about you taking his chance to fight?" Fester asks.

"Not at all! He seemed relieved. I think he might be better with, you know, poisons or something," Steve explains, shrugging slightly. He knows everyone has their specialties; he's a master of physical brawls and fights, Pubert does best with explosives, his mother just has a way with words and manipulation, and his father can give people the creeps just by looking at them.

Fester nods, an eager grin taking over his face. "You've got to start wooing him!" he says, slapping his hand on the island counter and pushing himself out of his seat. "Start small, something to test the waters."

"Oh! I could get him a rat," Steve says, thinking of the ones that like to burrow around in their yard. They're big and fearless, and Steve used them to practice his prowling and hunting when he was young. He's got many fond memories of crouching and pouncing right before they scattered across the yard.

"Wait," Fester says, holding up a hand and thinking for a moment, "we should think like your mother. She's the most romantic person we know."

"She blew you up," Steve agrees, nodding seriously. "She'd probably say that I shouldn't give him a live rat. Because he's, uh, not like us?" Steve looks at Fester, waiting for his father to nod once in approval before continuing, "I think Mom talked about stuffed animals once. So, maybe I can get him a stuffed rat, instead."

"Yes! Good! And then you should...learn about his interests! What does he like?" Fester asks.

"I'll have to watch him to find out. I can probably make him something once I know. I mean, he's probably got normal interests, like bugs and poisons and torture practices, right? That's what most people like."

"Don't forget dancing or music."

"Right," Steve says, "dancing or music. But he'll probably have special interests, too. Like Satanism. I should watch for those."

With something akin to a plan in place, Steve leaves Fester to sneakily poison the roasted vegetables while he plans the first step of wooing Eddie.

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Ever since meeting Steve Harrington in the bathroom, Eddie has been feeling eyes on him. Not even the normal kind that are annoyed or just curious about the school's resident freak. No, these eyes are...intense. They're laser-focused on his every move and clearly filled with some kind of intentions that he can't discern.

He just doesn't know where they're coming from. When he looks around to see who's staring, he can't find anyone. It's been driving him crazy for almost a week now, and Eddie is just about ready to scream when he opens his locker and...

And finds a rat.

Like, a real rat.

Well, it's dead, but it was alive once. Eddie blinks, staring at the taxidermied rat innocently sitting on top of the pile of books and papers and folders stacked in his locker. It's big and has a surprisingly shiny brown coat, kind of like someone had given the thing a thorough wash with extra shampoo and conditioner. There's a blood-red ribbon wrapped around the rat's neck, a perfect bow tied behind its head, with a tag hanging from it. When Eddie hesitantly turns the tag over, he finds "Name: Kas" at the top and "Hope you like him" written on the bottom in careful, meticulous handwriting.

It should be creepy. It should be disturbing. Eddie should be paranoid beyond reason because how did the mystery gifter even know his locker combination? Did they stuff this rat themselves? Did they kill the rat themselves? Why the fuck would they give him a rat?

But...it's oddly...sweet? Somehow, Eddie can feel that it's not, like, a malicious gift. And he likes the rat. Kas. He likes Kas. Its fur is surprisingly soft when he picks it up, and Eddie spends a good minute just rubbing his thumb over its back.

Then he feels those eyes on him again. They're even more intense this time, like they're watching him closely to see his reaction and...oh. Is this...a weird secret admirer? Does Eddie "The Freak" Munson have a secret admirer? A weird one, sure, because who the fuck gifts taxidermied rats, but still.

He looks around, taking in the other students in the semi-crowded hallway, trying to find those eyes. He doesn't find anyone staring at him, but he does end up staring himself at Steve Harrington. The guy is leaning on a locker across the hall, inexplicably fiddling with a lightbulb as he talks to Pubert Addams, who's digging around in his own locker. If Eddie squints, he could almost convince himself that Steve's cheeks are a little pinker than normal.

After a few seconds, Steve glances up and meets his gaze. They stare at each other for a few tense moments, something building in Eddie's chest as the weight of Steve's eyes surrounds him. It doesn't feel bad, but he's not used to being the center of someone's attention like this. Normally, people are frowning when they pay attention to him. Or, if they're his friends, goading him on and joining in the joke. But this is different, like Steve finds him fascinating.

And then Pubert Addams slams his locker door shut and looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing when he sees Eddie staring at Steve. He frowns, throws an arm over Steve's shoulders, and pulls him away. Pubert's shoulders are a little tense, his expression sour as he says something to Steve that results in one last, furtive glance at Eddie before he's out of sight.

Suddenly, nothing is more important to Eddie than figuring out what the fuck is going on between Steve Harrington and Pubert Addams.

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[nerdofthecentrey]

For Them | Cha Hyun-Su x Human Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Angsty

Summary: You do what you can to protect others and get hurt in the process.

Warnings: Blood, Getting hurt, monster descriptions, normal Sweet home stuff

Unedited

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It had been 16 days since this all started, It was terrifying but you wouldn’t lose hope. You wanted to stay alive not necessarily for yourself but to be with Hyun-Su. And for Kim Su-Yeoung and Kim Yeoung-Su the little kids both you’d both saved. You were determined for them to live, even in this cruel world they still deserved a chance.

You stood next to the stairs that lead into the rest of the apartment building. Your boyfriend stood across from you with that faraway look in his eyes.

“ I hate that you have to do this.” You sighed, glancing at the beaten door.

“Don’t.”

You looked back at him and he had this dead serious look in his eyes. You understood this was for the best but you still hate the way they treat him. You wish he wouldn’t take shit from everyone.

“ Gosh, Hyun-Su..I can’t keep letting them treat you like a caged animal. I’m gonna talk to Eun-Hyeok.-“

“ Y/N, Please.” Hyun-Su rested his hand on your shoulder bring you back.

“ I’m sorry, It’s just your doing so much for everyone here…. It’s like they don’t even care. I hate that.” You pause for sec thinking before you continue with, “ It’s okay if your hurt by this Hyun-Su. Your aloud to be upset-“

“ I have to go.” He cut you off in a quiet tone ready to retreat. You snatch his face back before he can go placing your lips on his gently. Warmth fills you and you savor the feeling. You never know when it may be the last time.

You headed into the daycare center not expecting to see Eun-Hyeok. It looked like he had just gotten finished talking because everyone was dead silent. He walked straight pass you out the door you followed. But before you could even say anything he spoke.

“ The answer is no.”

You suck your teeth, “ You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

He turned.

“ I’m guessing it’s about Hyun-Su. My answer is no.” with that he walked away. You let out sharp sigh. You‘ll get him eventually just not now.

“ Y/N..?” A small voice spoke in almost a whisper. It was Yeong-Su. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his sister stood close behind him.

“ What’s up?” I asked a little worried.

“ Umm…” The little boy started his sister finished.

“ He wants you to come with us to get his toy. He lost it when we first got here. It’s on this floor. We just don’t want to get lost.”

Your heart warmed a little at the fact they were asking you and not someone else.

“ Of course, Shall we?” You held out your hand to the boy he toke it with a grin.

You all walked through the halls of the first floor. It’s only now you really understand how much a maze this building is. It makes your stomach turn a little at how many people actually lived here. Meaning how many lost their lives and how many turned. You guys had been walking for a little while before you could resist asking the boy.

“ Are we headed the right way?” He noded slowly showing you clear as day he was unsure.

“ Do you remember exactly where you lost it?”

“ No..” It sounded like he was gonna cry.

“ Yeong-Su!” His sister shouted forcefully pushing his hand out of his. “ You said you knew!”

“ I did know! … I thought I did.” He shouted back.

“ Hey.” You said sharply catching both of their attention. “ It doesn’t matter. We’re gonna find the toy either way. Let’s think of it like a mission okay?”

“ People who are working together shouldn’t argue and pointlessly yell at each-other. Deep breath.” You you inhale as did they. You exhale as did they. “ Now, Yeong-Su. Do you remember the area of where you left your toy?”

“ Yes, there was dirt it was in the hallway near the graves. It rolled into a room.”

“ That’s Good! I’m sure we’ll find it no time!” Before you can continue something goes off in your body. The atmosphere sudden tilting.

A bucket loudly crashed from the hall in front of you.

You push the kids behind you, cursing at yourself for not bringing a weapon. How are you constantly telling other to be prepared for anything and you aren’t even prepared. You look around for anything to use and find a short pole.

Just then you could see the shadow of a monster creeping up the hall. It’s tall and lengthy. You push the kids back the opposite way of the hall. Pushing them to run.

You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to make loud noises but you weren’t far from everyone else. You wanted them to be safe as soon as possible being in the hallway was too vulnerable.

Just then the monster let out a loud screeching noises. You turn back just in time to see it round the corner, headed straight at you.

“ Run!” You shout. The kids pick up the pase sobs coming Yeong-Su and Su-Yeong pulling her brother along with all her might.

You grab a random cabinet pulling it down pushing multiple things in the way. It seems to slow the monster long enough for you to make back to the main area near the elevator.

Thud!

Yeong-Su fell to the floor. You quickly swept him up as fast as you.

A whimper come from Su-Yeong. Your head whipped around to see the monster creeping slowly into the room. Your heart was already pounding in your ears, your bones started to fell stif.

“ Go.” You tell them.

“But-“

“ Get the others.”

Su- Yeong didn’t wait she grabbed her brothers arm pulling him along.

You felt your body relax a little when you heard their foots steps getting quieter only for the monster to come bones cracking and stretching out with thin skin covering it. It was sickening to look at. You held up your pole knowing these we’re probably your last moments. But you were okay with that. As long as the others live.

Suddenly one of the arms came flying at you, you swung it away like baseball. Of course it only flew back but so far.

You ran closer to the main entrance leading it father into the hall.

“ Let’s go!” You yelled.

The monster seemed to let out some words you couldn’t understand. Only the word,

“ Family. ” “ I’ll do it for my family.”

The monster croaked sending his arm like tentacle thing towards you. You dodge to your left the tentacle missing you. But the sharp edge of a cabinet not.

You inhale sharply, but you can’t feel anything, not yet at least. Your whole body just feels warm and ready to move. You push yourself up from your spot grabbing onto the wall. You place your hand on your stomach to stop it from bleeding so much you fell the thick liquid coating your hand.

“ My family…my family…” The monster kept saying to itself eyes twitching. Sounding like it was trying to think or remember.

You leaned up against the pole watching the monster,

“ Hey!” A voice shouted a glass bottle was chucked at the monster it screeched in pain as it burst to flames. You jolt back from the heat your body hitting the wall feeling weak as ever. Ji-su rushing to you.

“ Oh my god, that’s a lot of blood.” She states.

“ Thanks a couldn’t tell.” You groan. Just then a loud buzzing sound rang from the door. You knew it was Hyun-Su it kept ringing violently. Till Sang-Wook opened it, you heard your boyfriend rushing down the stairs. Everyone watching the creature burn. His eyes fell on you.

“ Y/N!” He ran to you.

“ Hey.” You croaked.

He stared at you with a lost look on his face Ji-Su held you up. He had his lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he didn’t know what to say.

“ Maybe you should help!” Ji-Su shouted at him.

“ Right.” Hyun-Su said. “ I’m gonna lift you. It’s easier okay.”

He carried you to the room where Yu-ri works in. She patched you up carefully, Meanwhile you tried hard not to curse. While Hyun-Su stared with his lost eyes.

Once Yu-ri left you spoke.

“ Don’t keep looking like that.” You tell him.

“ What?”

You pause for second your heartbreaks a little, “ You look so lost. Why don’t you just share what your thinking?” Hyun-Su looks taken back but you go on.“ Hyun-Su, I won’t judge you for how you feel. I want you to tell me not keep it bottled up inside. Out of all the people still left in this word I won’t be the one to judge you.”

You watch a tear slowly falls down his face, you reach up brushing it away softly. He grabs your hand pushing your palm against his face. It’s like he said it all in that moment. More of his tears fall for the first time it’s like a wall had fallen down slowly. You watch him breakdown right in front of you. It hurt you to see. You pull his head down to rest between your neck and shoulders. Massaging his head gently.

“ I’m here, Hyun-Su.”

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A/N: Okay this is my first time writing anything that has so many parts to contribute in and my first Kdrama. Hopefully this is good. I might end up switching or adding more the ending. Let me know if you have any tips and/or misspellings.

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[akutasoda]

hi! for the event, may i request a ranpo x fem!reader fluff/comfort oneshot in which the reader is ranpo's bodyguard and maybe she gets a little hurt protecting him? (happy 1k!! you deserve it!)

my life over yours + clingy much

prompts - protecting each other till the end + clingy and down bad

includes - ranpo

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned), hurt to comfort, angst, fluff, wc - 857

it became a realisation to fukuzawa that some more protection was needed in terms of a certain employee. it wasn't that he was terrified as such, he just knew that ranpo did like to ruun his mouth a bit and fukuzawa wouldn't always be there to save him from a dangerous situation - the detective also had the habit of getting lost when sent out on a mission. the matter became more pressing when fukuzawa realised that ranpo's intellect and ability for crime solving would be highly targeted. so fukuzawa began his search for a bodyguard for ranpo.

ranpo thought it was utterly ridiculous that fukuzawa thought he needed someone to protect him. sure he got lost, sure he angered some people but that was all part of his plan! having some dumb bodyguard around would be a great hindrance to his plans. fukuzawa anticipated the strong retaliation from ranpo and would end up apologising on the detectives behalf when he stormed of - you still got paid at the end of the day.

it took an anticipated long time for ranpo to even willingly let you accompany him anywhere, mainly after he got lost one two many times and you were sent to retrieve him. you were constantly apologised to by fukuzawa on ranpo's behalf and he assured you that you're job would become alot easier once ranpo actually adjusted to the change. it may have taken long but eventually ranpo would start letting you do your job properly.

what wasn't told to you was how attached ranpo could get once he got used to you. you would perform your duties and accompany ranpo where he went but you started noticing how ranpo would demand you to follow him around the agency's building - always claiming that he could be attacked anywhere and so he needed to be protected. in fact, he told you where his stash of sweets were and insisted that part of your job was to protect them aswell.

sometimes you could even be dragged by ranpo down the streets of yokohama to protect him as he went shopping for more sweets. eventually he'd start referencing you in his plans for missions as his security while he annoyed the enemy until they became agitated enough to slip up. you quickly realised how he was now using your dedication to being a bodyguard freely, practically abusing what you were contracted to do.

for the most part your day's consisted of accompany ranpo while he performed menial tasks and practically slacked off work because he didn't find it interesting enough. a few of his coworkers would tell you in the rare moment ranpo wouldn't be with you, that they'd never seen ranpo so attached to someone that wasn't the president - you always thought they were over exaggerating but sometimes you could see it.

in one of the rare times ranpo personally went out into the field, you realised just how attached ranpo had gotten to you. it was a slightly complicated mission regarding a few rougue ability users who decided that they could try and use their abilities to commit a few crimes. the only reason ranpo went out was because he needed to prove something and he went looking for the evidence he needed and so you accompanied him as always.

they had caught you off guard really, turns out ranpo as always had gotten way to close for the enemies liking and they decided to plan an ambush. ranpo held the evidence up to you and in that brief moment of distraction they attacked. it was a poor attack on their behalf as they barely lasted before you had knocked all of the assailants unconscious and you didn't think much more of it so you turned to see if ranpo was okay. you were met with him holding the part of your arm that began seeping crimson.

it wasn't an impressive wound by any means, a mere cat scratch to a bodyguard but it seemed that ranpo saw it as something more. you tried wiggling your arm out of his grip but it only tightened as he started scolding you slightly, talking about how you couldn't do your job in this condition and what if you're injury caused him to be hurt if you two were attacked again. you stifled your laugh and told him he was overreacting and that it was a insignificant injury that probably would heal within a day or two.

your words tapered off as you saw the almost sad look in his eyes. he looked mad even - angry that someone had hurt you. instead you softly called out his name and you were immediately met with a sharp snap claiming that it didn't matter if it was a small injury, it could've been worse and then what would of he had done? he needed you to protect him, it was your job or maybe that was just an excuse for him.

an excuse to have you all to himself.

akutasoda's 1k event

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Day 11: meet cute

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

A special one, I really enjoyed writing it. Reblog if you liked it!

Spencer walked through the gallery in silence, paying attention to all the paintings and trying to give them his own interpretation. For some strange reason, being in those places relaxed him greatly and right now it was what he needed most: a well-deserved respite after a long day of work.

“Good night,” he greeted a young woman, who was attentively looking at a painting.

The woman he saw couldn't have been more than thirty years old and her clothing was... how to put it? Something eccentric. All the clothes were vibrant tones and she wore a woven bag with uneven parts, who knows if it was on purpose or not.

“Good night,” you murmured just as kindly, keeping your hands in the pockets of your colorful jacket.

The painting in front of you was, in short, something grotesque. But it wasn't in a bad way, it had a certain special touch that made it… Spencer couldn't even describe it. It was very good, but to some extent uncomfortable to look at. Almost like a ritualistic crime scene that he was so used to: beautiful, but at the same time terrifying.

"Do you like it?"

“Huh?” the man asked, fearing he had misheard the girl next to him. She nodded toward the exhibit and her brain filled in the blanks. “The painting? Yes, I think it's very good. I'm afraid I'm not a great connoisseur of artistic currents, but from a very point of view this could be part of The Black Paintings, Francisco de Goya's collection”

“I know them,” you said happily. “My favorite is that one about Saturn devouring his son. You know, the one where they're eating a…” you started to say, making signs with your hands that he understood immediately.

“I think art is very subjective, like everything in the world. Some people may consider the Mona Lisa a masterpiece and others may appreciate more the style of Van Gogh or the cubism of Picasso and they are all right. Each person enjoys art things that reflect the content of their soul and I think that is the beautiful thing about paintings, don't you think?

“You know a lot for someone who is not knowledgeable about art” you smiled, feeling captivated by the way the stranger next to you expressed himself.

“Actually I say that I am not a connoisseur because I don’t want to offend those who are. I've only read a couple of books on the subject and... well, I love coming to museums, but that's all”

“Honestly, I think it's very ugly,” you said suddenly, turning your head slightly to observe the painting “It looks a little strange on the bottom, whoever did it should improve their technique a little.”

Spencer felt strange hearing such a cruel comment coming from a person who seemed to be sweet, but he figured you would have your reasons for holding that opinion. He considered leaving there but his attempt was interrupted by another presence, this time a man dressed in an elegant suit who approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N” he greeted you cordially, while you shook his hand “I see you came to appreciate our exhibition, do you like the light we put there? Does it help the colors of the work or do you want us to change it to a warmer one?”

“Oh, don't worry Frank. I like that one, it makes it look gloomy” you answered nonchalantly “You just should put it somewhere else, I'm not very proud of this one in particular”

"What are you talking about? Many people liked it. Isn't it good, gentleman?” he asked, turning to Spencer who was watching the two of them curiously.

“It's beautiful,” he confessed. He actually thought that, he wasn't saying it out of commitment or anything, and his response made you smile sheepishly.

"Stop. Everything is perfect here, thank you for giving it a home in your gallery”

“And there will be more spaces in the future, think about it,” the man murmured, squeezing your shoulder warmly and friendly. “Have a good night, excuse me.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

The two of you watched the man walk down the hallway until he got lost in a turn and then the agent turned his attention to you.

“So you're an artist?”

“I try that” you laughed. He took a look at you and then at the picture in front of you, as if he had a hard time believing that you were the creator, of course due to the difference in styles that both elements had “But I like that people don't know, so I can hear honest opinions. And I appreciate yours, you are very kind.”

"I only say what I see"

“Would it be very bold of me if I asked you to be my model one day?” you asked cautiously, hoping not to scare him with your request.

"A model?"

“I really like your jaw,” you exclaimed, pointing a finger in the air at the line you were talking about. “And the way your hair falls. They are nice to paint”

“Well, I…I would be flattered,” Spencer said, not knowing how to react to what you had just said. Something like that had never been suggested to him and he felt strange, but excited at the same time.

“Do you want to write me your number?”

“I can give you my card,” he stammered, digging in his briefcase so he could give you the piece of paper. When he extended it to you, you analyzed it with curiosity.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. FBI” you read, quite impressed “So we both got a surprise today, huh?”

"Definitely"

“I'll call you,” you promised, pocketing the card warily and rewarding him with one of yours. They were simpler with hand-painted details and with fewer titles, but it would be useful for him to contact you “And who knows, maybe the next time you come it will be you who is in the gallery.”

Spencer blushed at the thought and smiled at you, wondering how possible that was. You responded to the smile with pleasure, because unintentionally you had just found the one who would permanently become your muse.

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[gabessquishytum]

King Time and Queen Night declared war on a smaller kingdom next to theirs for no other reason than they wanted more land. They declared war and to everyone suprise they lost. Badly. And so they had to give up a proportion of their land and send over one of their children as a war prize. They send Dream their least favourite child and a disgraceful omega at that, sure he will anger them into killing him soon and so they won't need to worry about their superior blood mixing with those filthy mutts.

A year later, the King and Queen are surprised to see Dream at the resigning of the peace treaty alive, heavily pregnant and happily married to the third prince.

(This is actually an idea of how Hob has a lot of siblings, and Dream is surprised to see how they are totally different from his own family. )

I love the idea of Hob having lots of siblings!! Maybe some are related by birth, and others are adopted. They're a mix of alphas and omegas, and in general there seems to be a very different attitude to omegas in Hob’s country. They're treated with just as much respect as alphas.

Hob’s siblings are all fascinated by the "war prize" that's been delivered. As one of the older ones, Hob has to hold back the little ones from swarming the poor foreign prince, who already looks terrified. Hob’s two elder sisters are already married and have many state duties to attend to, so Hob is happy to have the task of looking after the new guest. He rescues Dream from his little brothers and sisters and gets him set up in a nice room. Dream seems confused by it all. Why is everyone being so pleasant? Is it all a trick?

Dream doesn't really trust Hob until he seems him playing with the children - letting them ride on his back, helping them with a difficult lesson, breaking up a fight over a broken toy. Despite being an alpha, Hob is clearly an excellent caretaker, and he's so sweet with his younger siblings. All the children of the King and Queen in this realm seem so happy, like they really trust each other.

It doesn't take long for Dream to fall in love with the kind, homely alpha prince. He's surprised to find that Hob returns his affections - Dream has always considered himself unlovable, but apparently he's not. When Dream has his first heat in his new home, Hob is there with him the whole time... and yes, there's a slightly hasty wedding afterwards, but Hob’s family don't seem at all upset.

Dream is a very different person as he stares hautily at his parents across the room. He's sitting down, to spare his poor pregnant body, and one of Hob’s littlest siblings has nestled up in his lap, curled around his bump. Hob is fussing over him, never taking his eyes off his omega for a moment. Dream is quite clearly loved.

As he very much deserves.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

[cherry-blossom-qf]

I have redesigned Promised Magolor and Oakley (slightly), just cuz they deserve it!

I'm kinda proud of myself for doing this, so I hope y'all like it as much as I do.

And just so I can link this post to future Promised Prince Magolor AU posts, I'm gonna share an updated lore dump about this AU under the cut

↓↓ Long Lore Dump ↓↓

In this AU, Magolor lost the fight to Mistilteinn by taking too many hits and nearly bleeding to death when he failed to cut the tree down. As Magolor pleaded for his life before fainting, Mistilteinn decided to spare him and take care of his wounds.

You see, the poor crown, filled with dark matter due to their previous kings' selfish desires, was tired of all the negativity that his power brings. He wanted something new, something different, something positive for once. And since Magolor is the only "king" that survived his corruption, he decided to take the chance and become his partner in life (think Meta and Galaxia but it gets weirdly romantic)

The crown tree, using the Gem Apple Seed as his host for his new body, proposes an offer to Magolor. A proposal that the crown will exchange his loyal onto Magolor if Magolor does the same for him. Which.... is basically a marriage proposal.

Magolor, fearing for his life at the time, took his offer. At first it was terrifying, having to be partnered up with something that nearly killed him. But the more they spend time together, the more they fell for each other (mostly like the plot of Beauty and the Beast).

When they officially tied the knot (crown boi wanted to wait until Magolor and him were seen as equals before they did the wedding), Magolor was crowned "The Promised Prince of The Void" and now raines over the dimension that once claimed him has a prisoner. And once Magolor's injuries were fully healed, he was able to the stuff he did canonically in the games (Kirby Clash stuff, Star Allies stuff, you get the idea). Tho Magolor has to keep his relationship a secret for a while, cuz if anyone like Meta Knight or Susie knows about this out of context, it's definitely gonna turn out bad.

As for the crown, he now goes by the name "Oakley", a name given to him by Magolor that he now wears proudly as king. Despite his background, he's actually a really big sweetheart and an old soul. He devoted himself to never bring his prince to harm in any circumstances. (in my words: he is a golden retriever with gentlemen vibes)

Idk how to finish this lore dump, so gonna try to sum it up to this: Theses two of are the biggest (and surprisingly healthiest) power couple in the Kirby galaxy, and rule over their little kingdom with an iron fist.

So yeah, that it! Thanks for reading all this! Get yourself a cookie! You deserve it!

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[obey-me-headquarters]

IMAGINE taking pet Mammon to the vet to get a vaxx. My poor baby. He would be so scared but so cute. And after that McDonald's/ new shiny stuff and a hundred billion pats. Also MC singing him "he's so brave, he's well behaved, he is not afraid" anyways auiysdvbjhdsfgisaygf (I love him)

Now you have made me consider how each of the brothers behave when they have to go to the vet….

Lucifer: one of the easiest ones to bring to the vet because he doesn’t want to appear “wild” or “childish” by throwing a fit. So you can write his vet appointment date in the calendar, and when the date rolls around, he’s perfectly fine with getting into the car. Actually, being at the vet, though?.... He’s not the most well-behaved pet…..  He’s very compliant, he sits in the waiting room and doesn’t make a word of disagreement. He listens to the vet when they tell him to sit. Just when the checkup actually starts, he gets a little testy. 

Each procedure is met with a question, why are they doing this, what are they testing, don’t they see he’s perfectly healthy? 

If he does need to get a shot, he sits perfectly still and stays quiet. Putting on a brave face and acting like the sight of the needle doesn’t bother him at all. But if you insist on holding his hand then you can feel it shake slightly. 

The worst part? When the visit is done Lucifer accepts no treats for his behavior or a way to smooth him. He views it as “beneath him” and thinks that only little pups and spoiled pets get treats for getting their health looked after. To him, having an owner that cares enough to even be concerned about his health is enough for him. 

But, if you just so happen to order dinner from his favorite place, well, he won’t complain….

Mammon: Like you said, he does not do well with going to the vet. He’s definitely the kind of pet you need to hide vet visits from, as when you openly told him about his vet visit a week in advance before, and he spent the whole day hiding under the bed and no amount of bribes or treats could convince him to leave. Crying at you that the vet will put “weird” things in him, or force him to wear a cone. Causing you to miss your vet appointment and having to beg them for another. 

So now you’ve learned from your lesson, and don’t even tell him where you’re going as you load him into your car. Mammon thinks you’re taking him to the park, or better yet, the casino (even though you gave absolutely no induction that is where you’re taking him). He works himself into a freezy, talking about all the winnings the two of you will make at the casino. 

When you pull up at the vet, suffice to say he’s a little bit betrayed (even though, again, you never told him that you were going to the casino). You have to physically drag a whining Mammon in through the vet doors and hold his hand in the waiting room so he doesn’t bolt away.

When you two go into the vet’s office Mammon is talking a mile a minute, trying to convince them that he feels perfect, that he’s a 100% - no - a 1,000% healthy and does not need to be looked at. Really doc’, you’re just wasting your time! 

If he does have to get a vaccine he is SO scared, you have to have him in your lap as one hand is holding his hand while the other is running a comforting hand through his hair. The whole time you’re singing to him that song, “he’s so brave, he’s well behaved, he is not afraid” in between peppering his face in kisses. While Mammon is curled up into a little ball on your lap, eyes squeezed closed. 

And when that’s finally done? Yes, give him all the treats lol. He’s asking for McDonald’s, ice cream, cookies, a new watch, to go to the casino. He has absolutely NO shame in milking all your guilt for things. In his mind, he deserves it since he was so “brave” and “well behaved”. He expects kisses every time he complains about his arm hurting.

Levi: He’s another demon that you have to hide his vet appointments from. When you first get him, and he’s still terrified of you, he makes no verbal compliments at going to the vet, even though he’s so scared and hates going. He’ll look at you with the saddest, wettest eyes from the car mirror as you drive him to the vet. When you two get there, he actually starts hyperventilating a bit in the waiting room. And when you two actually go into the vet’s office? The vet actually asks you if he would like a treat to “calm down”. If he has to get a shot at this stage of your relationship he’ll shakingly hold out his hand and squeeze his eyes shut, fully expecting the vet to be rough as they give him his vaccine, too afraid to be grateful when it doesn’t hurt at all. 

You definitely lose some relationship points with Levi after this, and for a long while he gets very suspicious whenever he gets into your car. 

If you take him to the vet when your relationship with him is better though? He feels completely safe to whine and complain to you the entire time. You’ve learned that you have to hide his vet appointments from him after he locked himself in the bathroom on the day you’re supposed to go. 

When you successfully trick him into getting into the car, he’s still a little suspicious of where you’re taking him. When you pull up to the vet he loudly starts proclaiming that he has so many shows and games to catch up on! Don’t you know that a new chapter of his manga is dropping soon? That an online raid is happening right now?? You two have to go home right this instant!!

Also has to be dragged into the vet’s waiting room. 

He will sulk the entire time you’re waiting, curling up into a ball on the waiting room chairs as he taps away on his phone. It’s only when his name gets called does the fear return to him and he starts to shake. Even though he was sulking and refused any contact with you in the waiting room, he starts to cling to you in the actual vet’s office. You have to bribe him to sit still and let the vet do their job by promising him anime merch and that you’ll play a new game with him. 

When it’s all over he sulks for days in his room, being quite cold to you if you knock on his door. It’s only after significant treats, and the fact that he needs a player 2 for a lot of his games, does he start to seek you out. 

Satan: throws an absolute fit when you tell him that he has a vet appointment. Being an ex-fighting ring demon, he doesn’t have the best experiences with medical personnel. Most of the time the “vets” at the ring just patched someone up enough to continue to fight, and they were never gentle. In his mind he’s fine now. He’s not getting into any more fights, he’s uninjured, he’s not deathly sick, going to the vet just seems like a waste of time to him. 

You have to have many talks with him about annual checkups and how people still go to the doctor’s even when they feel “fine”. Satan doesn’t really get it until you explain to him that there could be something wrong with him but he doesn’t know about it, especially after he reads a few books about hidden illnesses and diseases. But he only agrees to go when you tell him that you also go to the doctor’s for your check ups. 

When you’re driving him to the vet he asks you a lot of questions about what will happen at the vet. Who is his vet? How trained are they? What kind of tests are they going to do? He worked himself into a bit of a tizzy thinking about all the things that could be wrong with him, so he’s fully expecting the vet to tell him that he has this rare hidden illness. 

So he’s very fidgety in the waiting room, eyes constantly scanning around the room as he looks at the other pets and wonders what hidden illness they’re harboring. 

Satan does not trust the vet at all, still half expecting the rough treatment from the vets from the ring. He asks them a million questions, where they went to school, what their degree is in, what grades they got, how long they’re been practicing, etc. Satan is still expecting to be diagnosed with some rare illness, so when he isn’t he thinks the vet hasn’t done their job correctly, asking if they’re “really sure” that he’s “perfectly healthy”. Honestly, it’s a little better when he’s getting a shot, because then in his mind this visit “meant something”, even though he still flinches at the sight of the needle. 

Asmo: He actually needs to know when his vet appointments are days in advance as he hates leaving the house without getting “done up”. If you forget about a vet appointment till the day of, he will make the two of you late when he locks himself in the bathroom to get ready. 

Asmo doesn’t have much of a problem with vet visits. Being a former sex demon, he’s used to going to medical professionals for tests. I feel like he also doesn’t quite understand what an “annual checkup” entails, as his opinion is influenced by his past experiences. So he doesn’t quite understand why he needs to go for a checkup when he’s only sleeping with you (or, alternatively, if you two aren’t sleeping together, then he’s even more confused on why he needs to go to the vet). 

It’s only when his vet appointment rolls around does he start to get a little nervous. If his usual appointment is unneeded, then why is he going? What else could be done to him? He keeps his concerns close to his chest, hoping that you think his usual check up is necessary, worried that if he brings up the fact that he doesn’t need to get checked for sexual diseases (as he was already checked before being sold to you) that you will have the vet do something else to him. 

Asmo has faced quite a few horrors from medical professionals before, but the idea of having absolutely no clue what’s going to happen to him scares him more than any repeat performance. 

So even though he’s smiling and acting unbothered in the waiting room, and when he gets into the vet’s office, you can see the way he shakes, how his eyes scan around the office looking for something. Even though he tries to suppress it, every time the vet touches him he can’t help but flinch a bit. If he needs to get a shot he actually starts crying a little bit, and you have to assure him that nothing bad is going to be put in him. 

After the appointment Asmo acts a little… off for the next couple of days. All that stress with no actual inciting incident causes him to stress a bit in everyday situations. During this time you have a better chance of actually getting Asmo to open up about why he was so on edge about the vet visit, and even after you assure him that the purpose of the visit was to only check up on his general health it takes him a few visits to really internalize that fact and get used to normal vet visits? 

When he does though? Asmo takes great pleasure in being “a pleasure to have” at the vet, and actually likes how the vet fusses over him lol. Probably one of the few demons that actually starts to like general checkups if it means he’ll get praised for acting so well behaved. 

Beel: He doesn’t have any strong opinions about the vet. Like Satan I can see him being confused about why he needs to go to the vet, but once you explain to him that you want him to go so you know for sure that he doesn’t have any hidden illnesses, he’s fine with going. 

Being a farm working demon, I feel like Beel has never been to the vet before. Outdoor working demons only go to the vet when they get injured, and even that’s not a guarantee. So he is a bit worried about the unknown, but he trusts you, if you think that it’s going to be ok, then he believes it as well. 

I feel like he only gets a little stressed if you don't double book an appointment with Belphie too, only because he doesn’t like being away from his twin. 

It’s really interesting watching Beel at the vet because it’s very obvious that he has no idea what the vet is doing, or why they’re doing it. He breathes in why they tell them to, and opens his mouth so they can look down his throat, but he does try to eat the stick they’re using to hold down his tongue. 

He does get a little uneasy if he needs to get a shot, only because he’s never seen a needle before so he doesn’t know how much it’s going to hurt. He takes your offer of holding your hand as the vet gives him his shot, and lets himself get distressed when you start talking about dinner and all the different dishes you can make for him. He gets distracted that he doesn’t even notice that he’s been shot, and asks when the vet is going to do it. 

He’s so well behaved that when he spends a full minute drooling over which loopypop to pick, the vet allows him to take the jar. 

Belphie: He’s suchhhh a brat that he throws a fit whenever he needs to go to the vet lol. He will pretend to sleep, or actually fall asleep when it’s his turn to go. Causing you, or Beel, to carry him to the car. He doesn’t trust humans at all, and while he may think that you’re alright, that trust does not extend any further. So the idea that this random human is going to touch and prod him? That he’s just going to sit there and let them perform “tests” on him? 

Yeah. No. 

When you explain to him what a vet visit is, and what a checkup entails he doesn’t like the idea at all. He’ll start arguing with you that he’s fine, and that the visit is unneeded, and unlike the other demons, no amount of explaining or scientific evidence will convince him that it’s necessary. He doesn’t believe that the vet has his best interest in mind, in his mind there has to be some hidden reason why the vet wants to check up on him, and believes that you’re being too naive to not think the same. 

In the actual vet’s office he’s garling and growling at the vet, his eyes watching their every movement, believing that any second now they’ll take out something to harm him. If he’s actually getting a vaccine, he’s firmly refusing it. He doesn’t know what’s in that! What if it makes him sick, or hurts him? 

Absolutely no amount of convincing from you can make him change his mind, as he believes that you’re being lied to. 

I feel like the only way to actually get Belphie vaccinated is to do it in his sleep lol. He’s such a heavy sleeper too that he doesn’t even notice the prick in his arm.

#obey me #obey me pet au #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #ask #my post #i am So Tired so please excuse any mistakes #im trying to clear out my ask box and wow. ive been getting alot of pet au asks lol #i like em!! #just this October is going to be vert pet themed focused huh?

[thesilentgirlfromyourclass]

Wrong timeline - K. Seungmin x gn!reader

"Hello, my love!... Oops, wrong timeline."

Genre: fluff, fantasy

Words: 382

Warnings: none

AN: I saw this cute idea on Instagram so I had to write something small! Feedbacks and reblogs are welcome 💕

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"Ugh, I can't find anything." you ran your hands through your hair out of frustration. You've sat at the library for 3 hours straight trying to gather enough information for the homework your professor gave you yesterday, but things weren't working your way.

Choosing history major was an easy decision, but actually studying it you found out that it is way more complicated than you initially thought. Now you have a week to prepare research papers that covered the development of Ancient Egypt, yet there was so much information that left you confused.

"My mother didn't give birth to a loser." you said in your head and decided to look for another book about the Egyptian people living in that period of time.

You were walking and looking through the shelves with hundreds book on them. When a book caught your eye, you flipped through it and took in the smell of paper as if it were oxygen. Then you reminded yourself that the reason why you stuck with history at the uni was your love of reading and searching.

Opposite of you, there was a boy, who happily hummed a melody and looked through the books like he was searching for an interesting piece. He was handsome for sure and looked very smart. However, his attention was attracted by you and suddenly you felt somebody hugging you tight.

"My love! Hello!" he said.

You jumped, slightly terrified, because who would go to a stranger and call them "love"? Maybe he is mistaken. You tried to free yourself from his gentle grip and leave as kindly as you can.

"Uhm, excuse me, but I think you mistook me for someone else." you said. He then released you and looked at you dumbfounded.

"Y/N, love, have you hit your head? I'm your Seungmin!"

Then it was again your turn to look surprised. He knew your name? Who is he? A psycho admirer? Your heartbeat was faster than the light and you tried your best to keep your composure while looking for somebody to save yourself.

"Are you crazy?! I have no idea who you are and what you want from me, but I kindly ask you to leave me alone!" you argued with him.

He then looked at his watch on his left hand and clapped his hands.

"Oh, right. I am so sorry. Apparently, it is the wrong timeline! See you soon, my love!" he then clicked with his fingers and the memory of that encounter disappeared just like him. You felt like you woke up from a dream, standing there looking at nowhere. Then you heard the steps of the librarian lady that came to let you know she is closing in 15 minutes.

"Oh, sorry, Miss! I lost track of time. University project, you know."

She smiled at you.

"Don't worry, dear. Now you deserve some rest!"

One month later

"Hello! Are you gonna take the book?" you heard a voice speaking at you. You looked up to see a handsome man, maybe a year or two older, asking about the book you were holding.

"I don't think it will work for me. You can take it if you want." you handed it to the boy.

"You are interested in mitology?" he asked.

"Actually, yes. I like reading about the traditions and beliefs of different cultures. It is wonderful how there are so many legends out there, but they all carry the same message!"

He smiled.

"We share the same opinion! I am Seungmin, by the way! I just moved here to study literature at the local university! Nice to meet you!" he offered a handshake.

"Y/N, a history major at the same uni! Nice to meet you too! We will see each other around." you accepted his handshake and smiled.

"It will be a pleasure!" he smiled.

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#stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader #stray kids fluff #tropes #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids seungmin #seungmin imagines

[yuukei-yikes]

chatting with my kagefriend @hibihiiyo about ayaki

i keep imagining how whenever shintaro activates retaining, all the routes bleed together in his mind so post str since its his constant state it's confusing AND terrifying to live past that august once and for all. like, it goes on beyond what he has known and remembers hundreds of versions of. so picture that, but from ayaki's perspective.....

all those routes, and shintaro finally knows. constantly. because shintaro will ALWAYS remember at one point, but then he'll forget again. ayaki is used to it. in fact she resents how she looks forward to it because it's the only time she interacts with... anything!!! she has actual influence when shintaro activates her. depending on what she says shintaro will say something different. routes always differ, at least slightly, but seeing shintaro at the end before it starts again is her one chance to say ANYTHING before she waits thousands of years again until shintaro is born and grows to be 18. she has actual presence when he remembers, even if they're tiny pockets of time in her eternity. however post str this is constant. shintaro is There.

and you know who else is there. HERSELF. time for ayano math.

ayano just fucking hates herself that's like. ayano 101. but what happens when there's 2 of them. they both hate themselves for doing things but those things are vastly different from each other. so... same person, different contexts and choices. which one is most hated by both? the answer is. well. whichever is alive!!

Because THAT ayano, so basically our final route ayano, has everything. but... erm, SHE wasn't supposed to Make It. ayano is never supposed to survive. ayano staying is an anomaly. and ayaki will continue to be miserable as her family and friends are alive and she is not there to be by their side, but that's always been part of the deal, she knew that she wasn't ever getting "a happy ending" because her Happiest Ending is her family's safety. her very existence is being doomed for infinity. but this route's version of her staying around and... GETTING A HAPPY ENDING!??!?!?! THAT.... WAS NOT EVER EVEN CONSIDERED.

shintaro continues to astonish her when he pulls something like this, letting ayano survive? SAVING ayano? who the hell does he think he is. hasnt ayaki suffered enough? why is she also cursed to watch herself get a happy ending. she doesn't deserve it and ayaki knows ayano knows she doesn't deserve it.

THIS ayano roped kano into it, she basically threw haruka and takane at the wolves, she left her siblings completely unprotected. ayaki was Left because she was willing to do something extreme and awful and scared her siblings away and made it right in her mind by cursing herself to be This, just for her "succesful" version to kill herself out of the situation AND get put on a pedestal for it? bullshit!!!!

this route's ayano is glorified and praised by her siblings and welcomed back with open arms and tears. this ayano gets to apologize and make things right, she gets to eat her favorite food again, she gets to become friends with mary, she gets to go on a date with shintaro, she gets her siblings to trust her. she gets everything despite she was a coward and wronged everyone FAR MORE than ayaki did, and she only suffered 2 years of the daze compared to ayaki's eternity in there.

hope articulated so spectacularly their thoughts abt ayaki's psyche that i am straight up quoting her text rn:

"she decided she’d punish herself by dying over and over again, and watching the people she loves die over and over again for all of eternity, until she manages to find some way to get thru to shintaro and fix it and never be able to be a human being again and live normally. thus is forced to become so numb, desensitized, and uncaring to pain and suffering that her otherwise human brain, which was never meant or designed to be turned into an immortal demi deity and the patron saint of suffering, would split in half and make her go insane. which it probably did. her human brain was not meant to live forever, to suffer forever, to watch others suffer forever, to watch the same mundane endless events with no agency or control over how they occur. death, pain, and suffering became tools to win her ultimate game of 5 dimensional, temporal chess and thus she can no longer abide by morals to fulfill her ultimate purpose. deci and ryan’s self determination theory states all humans need to feel relatedness, competency, and autonomy to thrive in their environment, and by martyring herself into a snake, ayaki chooses to deprive herself of all of these things. she is not good at her job and must fail over and over again for eternity because the story playing in front of her is RNG out of her control. ayaki cannot relate to anyone because nobody knows she’s there, not even shintaro except on rare instances. and ayaki has zero autonomy over anything, except her incredibly cryptic vague dreams that rarely even work"

ayaki's big curse is her humanity remaining. It's the pain she feels because of the love she feels, over and over, it nevers gets any easier and it never hurts any less, her love grows stronger and stronger with each reset. ayaki hates herself so much which is why she hates our route ayano Even More

#kagevinnie #ayano tateyama #kagepro #kagenalysis

[ashwhowrites]

Best friends part 2

Part 1

Not proofread

Y/N was up all night, her brain couldn't shut off.

She went from being with no one, to now having two boys after her. It made no sense.

A part of her was happy to hear about Eddie possibly liking her in a more than friendly way. But her head wanted to remind her of his actions. He hurt her and he kept hurting her. Would he have even apologized if Steve never went over there?

Steve, now her brain ran to Steve. He technically did nothing wrong. He was sweet and such a gentleman. It was obvious he was into her and he has been. She never once had to question his intentions.

But Eddie? It felt so random and a change of character.

It hurts to admit but she really thinks Eddie just enjoyed how she felt about him. That made him feel special and good. It's normal to feel that way when someone tells you that they love you. But did he ever feel anything before she told him?

She really doesn't think so.

~~

The next few days were awkward. Every time she looked at Eddie her head hurt. And every time she saw Steve she felt like running to him and crying.

~~

She made sure to take time to think about this. Someone was going to end up hurt. That's what happens when you find yourself in a love triangle.

She had to think with her head because her heart betrayed her too many times.

Her heart wants Eddie, and it wants Eddie so bad.

But her brain keeps reminding her Steve was the right choice. Steve was someone her heart could learn to love. Someone her heart could learn to want.

~~

Standing outside Eddie's trailer had her feeling sick. She never once has been so scared to see her best friend.

Every second she waited for him to open the door was another second of her wanting to run, make an escape.

But she had to do this.

So when he opened the door with a small smile, she took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

~~

"Eddie I know I still love you. And I think I will for a long time. And I can't lie, when you said you feel strong feelings for me too I was excited. I was happy. But I don't think your feelings came from your heart. I think you got caught up with the idea of someone loving you. And it's being taken away and you are jumping into action. Doing what you can to make that feeling stay. But I can't Eddie. Steve has done nothing wrong. He hasn't hurt me like you have."

She hated that his eyes filled tears. She could see the guilt and regret meeting each other in his eyes

"maybe if we went about this differently. Maybe if you didn't turn on me because I wanted to move on from you."

He nodded along. Everything she said was right. He was an asshole and he had to face the consequences of it.

"Eddie, you are my best friend. And I want to stay in your life and I want you in mine. But you had your chance with me. You had years to find out your feelings for me. You had your chance for a long time. But now-"

He cut her off. It felt like he was choking on the words, trying to breathe through the cracks.

"But now is Steve's chance." He smiled at her sadly. He had a feeling where this conversation was going to go.

"um yes. That's exactly what I was going to say." She slightly laughed. Eddie always knew how to finish her sentences. She smiled at the moment.

Eddie sat closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"you're right. He deserves a fair chance. And I'm not going to ruin that. I should never have been an asshole about anything of this. Steve is actually a good guy. And I know he's going to treat you well."

Her heart warmed at his confession. She kissed his cheek softly and mumbled out a soft "thank you"

Eddie laughed to break the silence. Wiping his tears and hers. He clapped his hands on her shoulder.

"now let's go get your man!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his keys. She laughed as she followed him out the door.

Now that is her Eddie.

~~

"what if he changed his mind?" Y/N was terrified. Maybe she was too much drama for Steve.

Steve graduated, he's probably done with high school drama.

Eddie sighed as he neared Steve's street.

"don't be ridiculous. He definitely did not change his mind." He encouraged her. She tried to let it help but inside she was still filled with doubt.

Once Eddie pulled into his driveway, she took a deep breath.

"Hey, he's going to pick you too." Eddie said as he patted her thigh.

She smiled at him softly and unbuckled her seatbelt.

She gave herself a pep talk as she knocked on Steve's door.

~~

Steve was surprised to see Y/N standing at this front door. His eyes caught sight of Eddie and his van. He was even more confused.

"um what's going on?" Steve asked, nerves clear on in his voice. He secretly prayed that this wasn't her breaking up with him. She'll leave him and go kiss Eddie and drive away.

"I have something I wanted to tell you." She smiled at him brightly. That eased his nerves slightly.

"I wanted to say first that it was very sweet of you to step aside for Eddie. You definitely did not need to do that at all."

He nodded. He was trying not to freak out. Not sure which way this conversation was going.

"and second I want you Steve. I understand if there is too much drama for you. And this whole love triangle turned you off in a way. I totally get it and I wouldn't blame you for sending me back to the car. But you made me feel all the things I've been wanting to feel for years. I don't even know if I can make you feel half as special as you make me. But if you still want me, I would love to be your girlfriend still."

Steve couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. His heart is practically running.

She wanted him

She was picking him

For once, Steve was the first choice.

"YO HARRINGTON. THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU KISS HER!" Eddie yelled from the van.

Y/N laughed into her hands, blushing painfully hard.

She shyly looked back at Steve, who was blushing too.

"you can if you want to." She whispered softly.

Steve didn't waste a second. He cupped her face and smashed his lips onto hers.

As cheesy as it was, fireworks exploded in his chest.

They smiled into each other's lips so hard they weren't even kissing much anymore.

Steve got the girl.

Tags!

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#steve stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve Harrington fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson angst x reader

[meowzahzzz]

bowser headcanons ft. evil gn reader  ( ♡ )

last one went rly well and i wanted to do something fun...... i did a bit of a redeeming thing for bowser in the previous one, but what if ur both fucked up and evil. couple goals. that one evil love song from phineas and ferb

there’s no fancy, elaborate way to say it: you are bowser’s soulmate.

would he be willing to give up (mostly) his life of evil for his partner? of course.

but a partner who ENCOURAGES it? you’re never getting rid of him.

you and bowser’s first scheme is to make it seem as though you’ve been kidnapped and you’re just a poor damsel, needing to be rescued.

mario, obviously, takes the bait, only to find out it was an elaborate trap.

instead of finding you in a cell, he finds himself in one.

this sparks the other characters like luigi and peach to try and save mario, but with you and bowser as their foes, it’s certainly no easy task.

oh man, the bonding time you two will have tormenting mario together ♡

if you’re more of the manipulative, strategist kind of evil (as opposed to bowser’s menacing strength and brute force approach), he definitely appreciates your efforts. even if he doesn’t really... understand them like you do.

bowser is the figurehead, so to speak, but he’s more than happy to give you the credit you deserve when you start making plans.

bowser finds it especially maniacal if, before tricking mario into getting captured, you try and befriend the pesky plumbers and the princess.

you create this facade of being a nice person, and then BOOM! they all see you for the evil genius you are.

or if you’re the same kind of “big tough guy” evil like bowser, you two will get along even more than before.

it makes things harder for kamek, as he needs to corral both of you into doing your evil deeds as planned instead of destroying whatever’s in your path.

but who cares? it’s fun!

either way, bowser is as happy as can be.

and you’re a great influence on the koopalings.

i imagine it’s like the addams family where the koopalings try to murder each other and rather than trying to stop them, you help them along.

you see iggy chasing after lemmy with a flail and you stop him in his tracks.

“is that for your brother?” you ask scoldingly.

you take the flail from him and instead hand him a machete that’s even bigger than him.

life continues as normal ♡

and this is definitely you reading stories to the koopalings LMAO

SPEAKING OF THE ADDAMS FAMILY...

you are the morticia to bowser’s gomez.

if you thought this king worshipped you before, he’s practically kissing the ground you walk on.

there’s nothing more beautiful (and hot) to him than you being as malicious and evil as possible.

you’ll catch him giving you heart eyes as you torment some poor, innocent toads.

of course you two are to marry immediately. this is TRUE LOVE.

for the reception, you’ll rain on the mushroom kingdom’s parade and cause some chaos.

and for the honeymoon, you’ll invade another kingdom and make it your vacation resort.

the servants and soldiers of bowser’s army see you the same way they do bowser: terrifying.

you might be more approachable in comparison, but with the way you have bowser wrapped around your finger?

you could sic bowser after anyone and he’d leave them looking like a torn-up ragdoll.

speaking of which, he’s very protective.

he understands you’re very capable, he has no doubts.

but he very much wants to prove to you and the entire world that he values and worships you.

and that means he’s not gonna let some jerk try and mess with you.

or, in most cases, have anyone even slightly inconvenience you.

you usually have to keep him on a metaphorical leash (though i don’t think he’d entirely object to an actual one wink) but sometimes it’s fun to let him go apeshit on a poor, random person just because you can.

if you’re comfortable with PDA, bowser is going to be all over you.

to him, you are his king/queen, and everyone should see how lucky he is to have you.

it’s like he’s bragging.

very smugly smiling as he stands next to you like “yeah that’s right THEY’RE with ME and not you 😈”

and he loves if you initiate it too, hanging off of his arm, or even small things like going to touch his shoulder or arm in reassurance.

no defeat ever puts a wedge between the two of you.

if anything, it brings you closer together with the growing hatred of those damn mario brothers.

you two are MADE for each other. no doubt about it.

and everyone would be so happy for you, if you two weren’t trying to destroy their lives with the power of your love.

#I LOVE THIS #THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!! #bowser x reader #bowser #nintendo #nintendo x reader #super mario #super mario bros #f/o #self insert

[bloody-bee-tea]

Surprise

Suguru can’t tear his eyes away from the two little girls inside the cage. There is rage welling up inside of him, so potent that it feels ice cold and the words of the non-sorcerers behind him all turn into one cacophony.

He cannot take his eyes away from the girls.

Even ignoring the fact that they are locked up like some animals, they are clearly terrified and they show signs up physical abuse.

Suguru is ready to raze this entire house down, when the girls flinch at the increasingly loud shouting of what he supposes were supposed to be their guardians.

“It’s going to be alright,” he says to the girls, not even caring about what the people behind him say.

Suguru is not sure what he’s going to do, but he knows that it’s not going to be pretty. Especially not when he turns around and the non-sorcerers keep screaming right in his face, as if the girls aren’t even there, as if they can’t understand them.

As if they are nothing more than the animals the cage they are held in implies.

“Everyone, shall we step outside for a moment?” he asks, a perfectly polite smile on his face and it shuts the non-sorcerers up mid-sentence before they turn around and leave the room, clearly happy to be out of the presence of what they perceive as demons.

Suguru is about to follow them—a curse already licking up his throat, ready to tear them limb from limb like they deserve—when a flash of blue goes through his mind and it’s like a bucked of cold water right to the face.

Satoru.

If he does this, if he kills them, no matter if it’s deserved or not, then he can never go back to Satoru. The school will expel him, the higher ups will put out a kill order on him and he can never see Satoru again.

The thought makes him freeze in his steps.

It’s unfathomable to Suguru, a life without Satoru—despite the fact that they’ve barely known each other for three years—and just like that, all the rage leaves him.

Only the tiredness stays.

Suguru turns back around to the girls, letting the non-sorcerers walk away for now.

“Hey there,” he says as he crouches down, and tries to give them his best smile, the one that Shoko always says could calm even a crying baby.

The girls still stare at him with suspicion, which is fair, he supposes.

“I’m going to break open this cage and then I’m going to take you with me, alright?” Suguru asks and he’s not even sure what he’s going to do.

He will take these two with him, that much is clear, there’s no way he’s going to leave them here, but after that? He doesn’t have a single clue, but he thinks he’ll figure it out.

Satoru will help him figure it out.

“Are you going to kill us?” the blond girl asks and Suguru’s hands shake.

She seems entirely serious, as if a ‘Yes’ wouldn’t even surprise her and so he’s quick to shake his head at her.

“No. I can see what you see, too, you know. There are people who will help you,” Suguru goes on as he makes short work of the lock, but even now the words taste like ash on his tongue.

He doesn’t know if Yaga and the higher-ups will help or if they will make it all worse. It’s very possible he’s leading these girls to their death, no matter how belated it will be, but he can’t think of anything else to do.

At least nothing that will allow him to return to Satoru’s side.

“You’re going to meet a friend of mine,” he explains as he holds out his hands for the girls to come to him. “Two actually. One of them will heal you right back up, you’ll see.”

“And the other?” the brown haired girl asks and Suguru smiles at her.

“The other always carries some candies around with him, so make sure to give him your best pleading eyes and he’ll fold like a stack of cards,” he tells them, makes it so it seems like a great, big secret and it works when the girls giggle slightly.

Suguru almost wants to cry at hearing it; they’ve clearly been beaten, been hated for longer than he cares to think about by people who were supposed to take care of them, and yet—they still manage to find something funny in the world.

“Will you come with me?” he asks, and he only picks them up when they both nod.

When he walks outside the house, the screaming instantly starts again, but he tunes it out, praying the girls are doing the same.

“Don’t listen to them, just focus on me,” he mutters. “What do you want to ride on? A manta ray or maybe in the mouth of a pelican?”

“Bah, gross,” one of the girls—Nanako, he learns in a hushed whisper from her sister, Mimiko—blurts out and Suguru laughs.

He guesses he has his answer then, and he doesn’t spare the non-sorcerers another glance as he summons his manta ray, to take these girls out of there.

Now he’ll only have to figure out what to say to Satoru.

~*~*~

Suguru gets the girls into the school without problem. He guesses the real problems will start when he has to tell people about them, when he has to explain himself and possibly hand them off to someone else, but first of all he needs to talk to Satoru.

He doesn’t even know why, isn’t even sure what he wants Satoru to say to him, doesn’t know what kind of help he expects but the need to see Satoru, to talk to him right now, is drowning out every other thought.

Suguru doesn’t bother to knock at Satoru’s door—it’s not as if he ever gives him that curtesy anyway, so why should Suguru be any different—but Satoru’s room is dark and empty.

Suguru’s stomach sinks.

“Is this your room?” Mimiko asks and Suguru puts a careful hand to her head, not wanting to aggravate any possible injuries further.

“No. I wanted you to meet my friend, remember?” he asks as he leads them towards his own room.

Satoru is possibly still out on a mission—like he always is these days—and it might be a while until he can see him and tell him about the girls.

That’s fine, he thinks to himself, even though it doesn’t feel even close to fine.

Suguru tenses briefly when they get closer to his room and he can see light on inside of it but it only lasts for split second before relief washes through him, so acute it almost makes him stumble.

Satoru is waiting for him already.

“It seems my friend is waiting for us,” Suguru tells the girls even though Satoru has no way of knowing just who is going to come through that door soon.

It doesn’t stop Suguru from entering his own room in a rush but he freezes on the spot when he is met with three pair of eyes instead of just the one he was expecting.

“Surprise!” Satoru yells out, throwing his hands out and pointing at the kids behind him.

Suguru can do nothing but blink in complete surprise but when he takes in the appearance of the boy behind Satoru, everything in him tenses.

He looks like Toji. He looks like the guy who killed Riko and Satoru and Suguru fights the urge to throw a curse at him. Satoru seems to realise that because he quickly steps forward, not quite shielding the boy but successfully dragging Suguru’s attention back to him.

“I see I’m not the only one, though,” Satoru finally says, looking at the girls behind Suguru and all Suguru can do is give back a weak: “Surprise.”

It makes Satoru laugh, bright and loud, and Suguru hadn’t realised just how much he had missed him these past few weeks.

“Great minds think alike,” Satoru says as he comes closer, crouching down in front of the girls and giving them a bright grin.

It’s almost comical, how Satoru tries to make his lanky limbs do what he wants and Mimiko seems to think the same, because she hides a giggle in Satoru’s leg.

“And who might you be?” Satoru asks, his eyes scanning the girls carefully and Suguru knows that Satoru notices every scrape, every injury on them.

“This is Nanako and this is Mimiko,” Suguru introduces them. “And who might yours be?” he then gives back, taking another look at the kids Satoru brought.

The girl seems older, but the boy can’t be much older than Nanako and Mimiko are, but he’s definitely more defiant already.

“Those are Tsumiki and Megumi,” Satoru introduces them and while the girl smiles shily at Suguru, the boy continues to glare. Clearly he has seen some shit already.

“And where did you pick them up?” Suguru asks, the uncanny resemblance to Toji still making him uncomfortable and he almost startles when Satoru shoots up from his crouched position.

“Let’s not do that here now. Nanako and Mimiko are injured and should probably see Shoko, right?” Satoru asks and waves at Tsumiki. “You remember the girl we just saw?” he then asks and Tsumiki nods. “Can you take these two there and then bring them back here?” he wants to know and before Tsumiki can even say something Megumi chimes in.

“You just want to talk without us listening,” he accuses him and Satoru has no shame, so he nods.

“Yes, the grown-ups need to talk for a moment. So why don’t you skip along with your sister and then meet us back here?”

“Grown-ups,” Megumi scoffs out, but he dutifully follows Tsumiki after she whispers something to him.

Tsumiki smiles just as warmly at the girls as she did at Megumi and they are inside the school. Nothing is going to happen to Nanako and Mimiko, Suguru tries to convince himself, though he’s only mildly successful.

“Hey, remember how I said one of my friends will heal you right back up? If you go with Tsumiki, she will take you to her and then you’ll be as good as new, okay?”

“We were also promised candy,” Nanako decidedly says, even as Mimiko tugs on her sleeve in an attempt to get her to shup up and Satoru snorts out a laugh.

“And who might carry candy around with them in the middle of the night?” he asks but he’s already digging through his pockets until he can give every kid currently in the room a candy.

Suguru takes one too, for good measure.

“Okay, now off you go. Let the grown-ups talk.” Satoru shoos them all out of the room before they can even thank him for the candy and Suguru has to fight the urge to accompany them.

Tsumiki seems old enough to care temporarily for these three, especially inside the heavily protected school and they are still close. And Shoko is safe, after all.

Besides. Should something happen, he and Satoru would know.

“So?” Suguru asks once the door closes behind the four and Satoru’s grin drops like a stone.

“He’s Toji’s kid,” Satoru says without preamble and Suguru’s hand spasms. “When I—killed Toji he told me Megumi was supposed to be sold to the Zen’in in three years.”

“You’re two years early,” is all Suguru can think to say for a moment and it startles a laugh out of Satoru.

“Well, yeah, I figured the sooner I pick him up the younger he’ll be. I thought it might be less hard for him like that.”

“And the sister?”

“Toji didn’t mention her and she isn’t a sorcerer as far as I can tell. Still, I could hardly separate them, now, could I?”

“Clearly not,” Suguru deadpans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What about yours then? I doubt the story is happy, judging by their injuries,” Satoru says and Suguru burns with anger again when he remembers how he found the girls.

“The village I was sent to thought they were the cause of the incidents happening there. They kept them in a cage.”

Hearing that, Satoru lets out a long whistle.

“That’s fucked up.”

The only thing really fucked up is what Suguru was about to do to these people but he swallows those words down. Satoru doesn’t need to know that.

“What are we going to do now?” Suguru asks because he already didn’t have a plan for two kids. Now there are four to consider.

“We’re going to be dads, what else?” Satoru shrugs, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and Suguru stares at him.

“Satoru, be serious for a moment.”

“I am. I am so serious. We’re going to raise these kids. This might not be the best place but it’s leagues better than the Zen’in clan or whatever hellhole you pulled yours out from. We’re going to stay here. We’re going to raise them, and then I’m going to be the most awesome teacher and you’re going to be the best headmaster this school has ever seen and we’ll change a few things here and there and then everyone will live happily.”

Suguru blinks at him.

“What?”

“Which part tripped you up?” Satoru wants to know, clearly enjoying this more than he should.

“Yes,” Suguru simply says because all of that is ridiculous and Satoru laughs again.

“Come on, Suguru, we’d make great parents. Yours already imprinted on you, I could see that and Megumi is such a little grumpy sea urchin, it will be great.”

“I—” Suguru doesn’t actually know what to say to that, so he focuses on something he does know. “I can’t be headmaster.”

“Why not?” Satoru tilts his head in question, his hair flopping around and Suguru aches with how much he has missed him.

It feels as if it’s just getting worse, despite the fact that Satoru is right there in front of him.

“I’d have to deal with the elders and higher-ups,” Suguru almost spits out. “And I can’t do that. I couldn’t.”

“Why not? If one of us can do it, it’s you.”

“No, you don’t understand, Satoru, I can’t.” Suguru is sure of that. He’s so disillusioned, so empty and tired and underneath all of that so incredibly angry—he’s going to lose it if he has to talk to them and with what almost happened today, that thought scares him.

“Why not?” Satoru asks again, insisting on an answer and Suguru bows his head.

“I almost lost it today,” he admits, the words nothing more than a whispered confession between them. “When I saw what they did to those girls, I—I almost killed them all,” he chokes out, that feeling of standing right at the edge, of almost doing something unforgivable still so very close.

“But you didn’t,” Satoru quietly says, stepping close to him, bending down until their heads are at the same level, despite the way Suguru still has his bowed down. “Why?”

“What?” Suguru breathes out because what does that even matter right now.

“Tell me why, Suguru. You didn’t do it, so something must have held you back. What was it?”

Suguru tries to bite the answer back, knows that once he admits to it, things will inevitably change between them but he can feel Satoru’s gaze on him, he feels his body heat with how close Satoru is standing and all of that makes Suguru weak.

“You,” he breathes out, slightly turning his head so it’s almost as if he whispers his answer right into Satoru’s ear. “It was you. I thought—if I did that I could never come back to you. It snapped me right out of it.”

The confession hangs between them, heavy and oppressive and Suguru knows that their entire friendship could crumble under it. The thought makes him want to throw up.

“When I died, my last thought was of you,” Satoru says, his voice just as quiet as Suguru’s was and even though Suguru knows it’s not true, that Satoru didn’t die, not really, he still flinches.

He doesn’t like to think about it too much, just how close he came to losing him that day.

“I don’t even know what I was thinking; if I was worried for you, or wanted to warn you, or simply wanted to see you. It was just Suguru, Suguru, Suguru in my mind, over and over again.”

Suguru shivers at that, shivers at the way Satoru’s voice curls around his name. He’s always been weak to that.

“I—” Satoru uncharacteristically breaks himself off, taking a deep breath before he goes on. “What I want to say is that it’s not just you,” he finally gets out and Suguru almost jumps when a careful touch reaches his hand.

It doesn’t even take him a second to realise what Satoru is trying to do, so he’s quick to intertwine their fingers. His heart is almost beating right out of his chest but he can detect just the faintest tremble in Satoru’s fingers, so he knows he’s really not alone in this. Suguru finally knows that his feelings are matched.

“Parents, huh?” Suguru whispers after a moment of shared silence and Satoru finally looks up at him again, his eyes crinkled with happiness.

“Parents,” he agrees easily, right before he leans in to brush a kiss over the corner of Suguru’s mouth. “We’re going to be the best dads.”

“We’re going to change all of this. For our kids.”

“Wanna bet that two of the elders drop dead from pure shock and too high blood-pressure? We won’t even have to do anything.”

Satoru is smiling, clearly imagining it in his mind and Suguru can’t help but to laugh out loud. He falls silent when he notices Satoru’s intense stare on him.

“What?” he asks, almost defensively and Satoru leans in, resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of his throat.

“I have missed you,” Satoru whispers, another confession spoken just for them, and Suguru is quick to hug him close. “It felt as if you were drifting away from me.”

Suguru hides his smile in Satoru’s hair. It seems that his feelings were matched in this regard, as well.

“No more drifting,” he says. “We have kids to think of now.”

“I’m going to be Megumi’s favourite,” Satoru boldly declares and Suguru snorts.

Considering how fed up Megumi had already seemed with him, that’s unlikely.

“Maybe aim for something more achievable,” Suguru advises him and yelps when Satoru pokes him in the side.

It’s silly, and stupid, and they have a hundred things to worry over instead of playing around like this, but Suguru feels light in a way he hasn’t in a very long time, even with Satoru’s weight leaning against him like that.

Or maybe it’s because of that.

“We’re going to make it better for them,” Suguru whispers eventually as he noses at the crown of Satoru’s head. “You and me, together.”

“You and me,” Satoru repeats and squeezes his hand even as he presses himself closer. “And a gaggle of kids.”

It makes Suguru laugh again, which was clearly Satoru’s goal because he flutters a kiss over Suguru’s throat, as if rewarding him for it.

“It’s going to be great.”

It’s probably not going to be great at all but Suguru gets what Satoru means. It’s going to be great because it’s going to be them, together. And Suguru finds that he agrees with it.

It will be wonderful.

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