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allfearstofallto · 1 month

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PLS CAN YOU FEED US MORE hero of the nation knight!childe ON MY KNEES I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND I SEARCHED EVERYWHERE FOR A FIC LIKE THIS

This took FOREVER to write, but here you go!!

Blessings Be to The Hero of the Nation

Historical AU

Yandere Hero of the Nation! Childe x Fem! Reader

TW: yandere themes, stalking, minor character death, blood, threatening, forced marriage/engagement

He kept one of your hair ribbons wrapped around the hilt of his sword. It billowed in the wind constantly and would draw watchful eyes to it. That pastel pink fabric didn't match a single thing on his brutish, usually bloody exterior, but he still kept it regardless. You tragically didn't give it to him in a blatant display of affection and well wishes for him on his journey, instead, he found the little ribbon after it'd blown off your head and up to the wind. A little pout formed on your lips realizing you'd lost it, but you decided against retrieving it. He didn't though. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket, taking it home to clean off the dirt and grime.

That same ribbon was clenched in his hands when he arrived at the gate of your manor, along with a few other gifts that he would give to you. He'd just slayed the dragon, the wretched menace that was terrorizing the nation, now and only now did he feel worthy to ask for your hand. Cleaning off all the blood and gore that was on his armor, polishing it into light metal that could blind anyone who looked directly at it, he was certain that this would charm you off of your feet.

When he was invited into your home by your parents who were surprised to see the hero himself at their door, he didn't care about the tea or the cakes. The praise meant nothing coming from them. He skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point. He wanted your hand in marriage and he wanted the wedding to be soon.

A skittish expression crossed your father's face as he gritted his teeth, “We've decided to leave that decision up to her.” Childe smirked, that was even better. He'd never met a woman who wouldn't fall for his charms.

You were called down from your room, eyelids heavy and half open, still in your thin sleeping gown with a robe over it. You were rubbing the tiredness from your eyes as you walked down the stairs, your other delicate hand gripping the banister. And when you saw him, you bowed. A deep traditional bow, given to those of a respectable higher status.

He kneeled down on one knee before you. The male kneeled for only one person, the queen herself. His sword pulled from its sheath, he laid it flat against his palms, offering it up to you. That knocked the sleepiness from his body and suddenly your eyes were wide open. Genuine shock was making your body stiff as a board and you looked back and forth to your parents who didn't say a word.

“Your visage has danced around my heart non stop since the first time I laid eyes on you. I wish to use this sword only to fight for you. Won't you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Words spoken in honor, with him meaning every bit of it. You were meant to take the sword from his hands, tapping it gently upon each of his shoulders, but you didn't. You just stood there, lips trembling, but not saying anything.

A marriage proposal via a letter was easy to ignore or reject, you didn't have to see their reaction. But never had you had someone be so bold as to propose to you in person. And not only that, the very hero that saved the Kingdom. Rumors told you he'd be marrying the first princess, she obsessed over him before he became the hero and those feelings seemed to only grow stronger after he waltzed into the city with the bloody head of the beast. Yet here he was at your feet, patiently anticipating your answer which he was positive was going to be a yes.

“I-'' you began, trying to think of the easiest way to let him down gently, “I fear that I'm not ready for marriage yet.” You said hurriedly. That wasn’t entirely a lie. You spent countless hours looking at the list of marriage candidates and scoping them out at balls and parties, but quickly realizing that none of them suited your tastes in that way. The entire idea of being wed barely satisfied you. You wanted to push it off for as long as possible.

“I'm willing to wait for you until the world crumbles. I'd even accept being your fiance until the day we die, as long as I can say you're mine,” he was persistent, you'd give him that.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously. Time felt as if it had stopped and this moment would never end. No matter what you did, he was still going to be there, “I thought you were to be wed to her highness, the princess?” You questioned him.

A scoff fell from his cherry pink lips, eyes looking you up and down, drinking in every inch of your body in that thin nightgown, “She does not interest me. Not the way you do.”

“There is really nothing interesting about me,”

“Won't you let me be the judge of that?”

Your shoulders slumped as you looked to your parents. They seemed as surprised by his persistence as you did, but weren't going to step in to help you, they always affirmed that it was your decision, they wanted you to be independent.

“Forgive me, hero, but I can not accept your offer,”

For just a split second you saw that princely expression slip. His eyes grew dark, lips in a deep frown, a rage you'd never seen before. But he was back to his usual expression in less than a second, that charming smile forming on his lips again as he stood from his knees and sheathed his sword a little too slowly.

“You wound me, my lady,” he'd mutter softly, hands still conveniently tight around the hilt of this sword, “Won't you please accept my gifts? And if you are to begin considering marriage, I hope that my proposal will be remembered fondly.”

Childe showed himself out, a little too quickly, but you didn't dare tell him to slow down. It was only once he was out those large double doors, did the air in your home feel breathable, you finally felt safe again. You watched his carriage leave from a window, watching as his eyes went dull again, losing all shimmers and feeling like a hollow mimicry of what humans were supposed to look like.

You were quite embarrassed to say you fell in love after that. Not with Childe, of course. You mentally tried to push the man from your mind after the way he startled both you and your family. Instead, your feelings developed for a commoner boy. You found yourself eyeing him when he'd deliver produce to your home, his face being one of pure beauty despite his messy exterior. As months went by, you'd catch yourself stealing bashful glances at him, locking eyes only for both of you to look away shyly. When the engagement was announced, Childe was one of the first to hear about it.

You twirled around the house in your wedding dress. Something plain and basic, but it was what your family could afford, and quite honestly, you loved it. You didn't want to take it off. Your fear of getting it dirty lessened as the days went by, until the wedding was only a week away.

“A guest for you, my lady,” one of your maids had said. Typically, when the employees of the house saw you dressed in your white gown, they'd smile at you, overjoyed as well. But she didn't. She looked worried, even a bit tense as she made the announcement to you.

“I hadn't arranged to meet anyone today,” you said a bit quietly, going to you closer to pick out something to change into, “Please tell them to wait in the day room.”

She stood stiffly for a second, then opened her trembling mouth to speak again, “I tried to, my lady. But he insisted on seeing you right now. He's just outside the door,”

A part of you wanted to ask who it was, who would be so disrespectful as to barge right up to a lady's room without her permission. But you already knew. There was a sense of unease sinking into your stomach. Unease and recognition. All the gifts and letters he'd sent weren't enough, were they? The man you were ignoring just had to come see you in person.

“Let him in,” you told the maid. She seemed confused at the ease at which you allowed such a thing, but still opened the door, revealing Childe who stood still in the hallway. He stepped past her, eyes only trained on you, “You're dismissed,” you said quietly, with a reassuring smile to the maid. Hesitance danced across her face, looking back and forth between you Childe, but she still did as told, bowing before leaving.

“You look lovely,” he said breathlessly, taking in the sight of you in that pure white dress.

“Thank you,” was all you could think to say back. Now that he was here before you, your mind was growing blank, all the things you wanted to say suddenly getting lost in fear. You tried not to notice the tension in the room, the way he was eyeing you like a predator about to pounce on a rabbit, but even your tough exterior was easy to see through.

“My heart aches for you, my lady,” he speaks softly while taking slow steps towards you. The terror of this situation made you move backwards, until your feet had made you press your back against the wall, “I fear that my haste might've made me do something…irrational.”

His dominant hand seems focused on the sword at his hip, making you look at it. It was only when you saw the red speckles all over his hand, hilt of the sword, and the oddly familiar pink ribbon he kept tied around it, did that coppery smell fill your nostrils.

With a trembling voice and a fake smile, you tried to assure him, “Any mistake is fixable, Sir Childe.”

“Not this one,” his hand continued to hold the hilt of his sword, squeezing it a few times as of testing the weight of his blade, “Do you know the best part of being the hero? The dragon slayer?” He asked, waiting for your response which was just a slow, forced shake of your head, prompting him to continue, “It's not the riches or the praise. It's not even the women.” As he speaks, one of his hands slides down from your cheek, to your neck, to the bodice of your dress. Tearful eyes look down to see him smearing that red liquid, that blood onto you white dress, staining it.

“I don't understand,” you mumbled, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“The best part of being the hero, is the freedom to do what I want. With no prosecution. Who in their right mind would stand up to the man who saved our failing nation? The answer is no one. Not the king, nor his workers, and especially not your weak little fiance,”

The sight and smell of blood, Childe's deep, hollow blue eyes, the way your heart felt as if it wanted to lurch out of your mouth. All things you tried to focus on as his words pounded their way into your skull, understanding washing over you like a wave that was trying to drown you where you stood.

“Wh-what did you do?” Your voice, so high pitched and breaking as the weight of the words forced through your body.

His hand, cold, soft, wet with blood rubbed your cheek, while his face never faltered, those dead eyes never changing, he had no remorse. It made you sick to your stomach, images of your fiance flashing through your head as you tried to imagine what he looked like, the hopeful ones saying that he was at least still alive.

“I'm going to ask again, nicely this time,” he began while pulling a ring from his pocket. Much more intricate than the one your fiance had given you, seeing as he had the hero's budget. But that didn't make you feel any less light headed when it was slipped onto your ring finger, freezing cold against your warm skin, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 8 months

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Gimme your most stupid ghoul headcanons possible, like Sodo is scared of idk dust particles or something funny.

“silly ghoul headcanons”

Synopsis: It’s in the title you silly goose. Just the ghouls with their silly little shenanigans

Pairing: Nameless ghouls (platonic or romantic) x GN!reader (they/them)

Theme: fluff ✿ , crack ✦

A/N: Heres my first fanfic to my Ghost blog! I gotta thank my bestie for making this request despite the silliness in it. I hope you guys enjoy it because I certainly had fun writing it. I might make a separate version for the ghoulettes cause I love my girlies <33

I also decided to add Aether in this one cuz I love him, remember to respect both him and Phantom as ppl because we don’t support that negativity and hate 🫡

TW: Swiss and Sodo joke about sex but it’s because they’re Swiss and Sodo

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Sodo, oh dear Sodo. He can be such a silly ghoul sometimes

He likes to act like he’s all tough and that he’s hot shit, but some of his habits you can’t help but laugh at

For starters, Sodo is the type of ghoul to be scared of really dumb stuff. Take hamsters for example

Sodo has this really inexplainable fear of hamsters. One day you picked up a cute little hamster from the pet store, and he hissed and erupted in flames the moment you brought it near him

“Sodo its just a hamster—“

“GET THAT THING’S FILTHY PAWS AWAY FROM ME.”

Aether once pranked him by putting a bunch of hamsters in his closet and he let out the most unmanly scream ever, it was funny

Oh and we all know Sodo has a habit of slapping people’s asses

It’s basically his trademark at this point

But there was this one particular time where he tried to slap your ass, but he somehow missed and accidentally slapped Copia’s ass instead

Needless to say, he spent a good while trying to explain to the unamused Papa that he didn’t mean to slap him, but the other pair of cheeks that was in front of him in that moment

He once played Five Nights At Freddy’s and he had nightmares about Freddy for a whole week

No joke, he once thought that Swiss was Freddy because he was so disoriented from a previous nightmare and he socked the poor guy in the nose

You forced him to apologize to Swiss after that

I imagine he’s also the type of ghoul to write stupid little messages and graffiti with a sharpie on his fellow ghouls faces

He once made you help him literally knock out Aether just so he could write “number one cocksucker” in big bold letters on his forehead

Needless to say, you two got chased around by the angry ghoul who was holding a fly swatter for a whole ten minutes

Also we all know damn well this man has a dirty mind

Like have you seen him on stage? Of course he does

He has a habit of slipping in sexual jokes and in innuendos every now and then, because he snickers when seeing people’s reactions

Though there was this one time where he made a comment about your ass and he got slapped across the face

Idk Sodo has a weird obsession with your ass

He has toned down on the jokes, but that doesn’t stop him from slipping up every now and then. And it’s quite obvious he won’t stop with those jokes anytime soon

Rain is such a sweetie and we all know that

But sometimes he can be a little bit of a menace, even to you and his fellow bandmates

To start things off, we all know Rain is a clumsy little guy

Like he’s a walking talking disaster with trails of chaos in his wake. He can hold a glass for someone and drop it like not even ten seconds later

Well there was this one time where you were giving him strumming techniques for the next upcoming ritual

Sodo tapped him on the shoulder from behind to ask him for something. When Rain turned around he accidentally slapped Sodo in the face with the neck of his bass guitar

Sodo then stumbled back in pain and literally destroyed Mountain’s drum set. You were just standing there processing what just happened, and Copia just looked… disappointed.

Rain also collects a lot of plushies

He has a literal pile of squishmallows in the corner of his room. Sometimes he likes to bury himself in that little nook of his room.

He made a little pillow fort in that area for him to snuggle in. Sometimes he’ll invite you to come and watch movies with him in there

However he once impulsively bought so many plushies so they were all flooding his room. You opened the door to his room and they all came flooding out, with a very euphoric Rain on top of them

“…. Rain what are you doing?”

“Feeling great. Thank you, Y/N.”

You helped him organize all of those little plushies in his room afterwards, even giving some of them to Phantom (who was new at the time) as a little “welcome home” gift

As a water ghoul, Rain naturally enjoys water

However he has this really cute habit of splashing around in pools/tubs like he’s a bird in a birdbath, but he gets embarrassed about this fact because the ghouls tease him for it

You once caught him playing around in the a storm in such a manner, it was so cute seeing him so happy and enjoying himself

The minute he spotted you, he immediately got all embarrassed and shy, but you reassured him it was all good and that it was fine to be excited about water

Needless to say, he’s a lot more comfortable showing off that side to you now

Oh Mountain. Sweet sweet darling Mountain

Like Rain, Mountain is a sweetie. However he tends to have his silly moments.

I’d like to imagine that Mountain often bumps his head on doorframes or walks

The fucker is really tall, I mean it’s hard to not hit something along the way.

So he has a habit of sticking his hand over his forehead to avoid bumping into anything, the poor guy

I’d also like to imagine that Mountain had that light skin stare

Like he doesn’t even mean to look creepy. He just… has a habit of zoning out, so therefore he looks like he’s staring into your soul

Though this does make him really good at staring contests. One time Swiss challenged him, and they lasted for ten minutes

Swiss needed eye drops after that

Also he deadass looks like a sleep paralysis demon when he stands

One night you couldn’t sleep so you went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Mountain happened to hear the noise your footsteps were making, so he went to check up on you

He was just standing in the doorframe… staring at you, making sure you were okay while you grabbed something from the fridge

Needless to say, when you turned around, you dropped Swiss’s leftover cheesecake you were gonna eat upon seeing the tall earth ghoul in the doorframe

Also your scream was loud as FUCK

“MOUNTAIN WHAT IN HELL— YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK! Why didn’t you say anything!?”

“… I don’t know. At least you’re okay.”

He apologized to you afterwards and promised to not accidentally spook you. Because for a moment you swore you saw the hat man

Mountain also rarely gets mad, the dude is as passive as a sheep

But the moment he gets angry… hide your children

The dude is scary as hell. Like, he’s even got Papa on his knees begging for mercy

There was one particular day during practices where Sodo and Aether were arguing a little too much. It’s normal for them to banter, but this particular day was getting out of hand

Everyone was already getting upset with them, even with Papa telling the two ghouls you knock it off, but of course they wouldn’t

Well, they didn’t until a drum from Mountain’s drum set came hurling towards both ghouls. Making the fire ghoul and quintessence ghoul yelp and duck instinctively

No one had noticed the fuming earth ghoul sitting in the corner up until that point. Everyone was speechless. Your jaw was on the floor even

Needless to say, Mountain apologized yet again, but now everyone knew not to fuck with Mountain after that

Swiss is an… interesting specimen.

For starters he was accidentally summoned,

He was summoned at the same time as Aether. And they bonked heads upon getting summoned

It was rather funny seeing Papa being so confused as to why the ritual spell summoned two ghouls, and seeing said two ghouls yell at each other for bonking heads

But it all worked out because after Swiss showed off that he can literally do fucking anything, Papa just let him stay

And Swiss was the perfect flare of spice to add to Ghost, and he’s a sweet ghoul to be around

But that doesn’t stop him from being a literal menace to society

Swiss has a really strange habit of breaking into people’s rooms and just jumping on their beds to wake them up

All while he’s obnoxiously telling them to get up, much to the other’s annoyance

You once threw him across the room for waking you up, and Swiss was just laughing so hard on the floor when he saw your reaction

Since he’s quite literally known as the Swiss Army Ghoul, he’s good at almost everything.

Including cooking. He likes to cook a lot of meals for the people living in the ministry

Bro even has a stereotypical pink “kiss the cook” apron, he got it as a birthday gift from you

But the “cook” part is crossed out with a red sharpie and instead Swiss replaced with “dick”

Why? Because it’s fucking Swiss.

He also made it a point to bake everyone’s birthday cakes, but he’ll slip in something stupid to be funny

One time Cirrus was cutting her birthday cake and she got a whole ass doll head in there, which left her very confused

Swiss isn’t allowed to make people’s birthday cakes anymore because of that

Also sometimes Swiss will get high out of nowhere

No one knows what the fuck he’s doing because this ghoul is all over the place, but when he’s high he says the most out of pocket stuff

There was this one time he messaged the ghoul group chat while taking an edible saying “this edible is weak as shit.”

But then right after that message, he attached a picture of you and sent it with the caption “I’ve always wanted to fuck them.”

You could hear Sodo’s laughter from his room after that.

And when Swiss got sobered up, you asked him about the message, but bro literally refuses to acknowledge he sent it

“Swiss did you send that message from earlier—“

“No.”

“Then who did?”

“The hat man.”

“THE WHAT MAN?!”

“Oh so this suddenly isn’t a safe space?”

Ah Aether. We all love Aether. I mean who doesn’t?

We all know how much of a little psycho Aether can be, but he’s a lovable psycho that just exerts a lot of fun energy

That doesn’t stop him from being a little fucker however

He likes to pull a lot of pranks with Swiss, Sodo unfortunately being his main target

So there was this one time he asked you to help him prank the poor fire ghoul, and you said yes because you felt like messing with Sodo

(And also partly because you were kinda pissed with him due to the fact that he ate your leftovers)

So the prank was to put a bunch of sticky notes in Sodo’s room that all read “big cock energy” (because of course it did)

However during the process of putting the sticky notes in the room, Sodo walked in on two idiotic fools, those fools being you and Aether of course

And it’s safe to say that for a solid twenty minutes, the two of you were running around the ministry with an angry flaming fire ghoul hot on your trail, giggling like little children

(Sodo spared you, but Aether wasn’t so lucky)

“SODO PLEASE SPARE ME— WHY SPARE Y/N?!?!!”

“Because I hate them less than you, NOW C’MERE—“

Aether once fell asleep with a rotten ass banana peel

Like no joke— you once walked in his room to ask for something and his whole room STANK of rancid and rotten banana

And Aether was just sitting there, confused as to why you looked like you were about to throw up on his bedroom floor

Rain had to fucking disinfect the room (with a gas mask because it smelled that bad)

Oh and you Rain breaks things? Aether is so much worse

He once tried to clean up Swiss’s mic stand for an upcoming tour and the damn thing just- fell apart

Swiss was more bewildered than upset, because how in hell does that happen?

You literally do not let him touch your equipment because he’s gonna somehow find a way to break it all

When Aether departed from Ghost you were very sad

But then he messaged the group chat with this message “I’ll miss all of you fuckers. Be nice to the new ghoul, love all of you <33 (except for you Sodo, fuck you)”

Sodo then bursted out of his room tackling Aether, but it was more so out of love rather than being an ass

Needless to say, you all still keep in touch with Aether

Phantom!!! We all love Phantom here

Since he was newer and the one of the more recently summoned ghouls, he had a hard time fitting in

But you and the other ghouls thankfully made him feel welcome, even if it took a little more time for some other ghouls to get used to him

And because of that, it didn’t take long for Phantom to start joking in the ghoul chaos

He is literally a walking meme

Phantom is the type of guy to quote old vines and also keep up with any meme trends

Part of being the youngest ghoul I guess

He often confuses Papa with his little antics (because he’s an old man), and you’re just silently laughing at Papa’s reactions to Phantom

Also Phantom has a habit of holding things weirdly

You thought it was just his guitar? Bestie no, the dude is holding things the wrong way all the time but still somehow makes it work

Like— he holds onto a pen like it’s about to grow a pair of legs and run out of his hand, but he still somehow has the most beautiful cursive handwriting there is

“…. Phantom— what are you doing? You’re holding that pen like it’s a—“

“Hush, Y/N. I’m writing everything I want for Christmas this year.”

Phantom can also be a bit of a nerd sometimes

Like— you know those kids in school that are so dorky and have that awkward teenager energy? But you can’t be annoyed at them because they’re so cute? Yeah, that’s Phantom

Man’s will ramble about the most nerdy thing so passionately that you can’t help but listen, it’s cute seeing him get all excited over… legos or something

Oh and if someone dares to insult his passion he will spread legos all over their room

(Poor Swiss was a victim of that unfortunately)

Oh yeah he almost once accidentally vacuumed Copia’s pet rat

The dude was just trying to clean up his room, and one of the little fuckers scurried in his room, and the rat’s tail got stuck in the vacuum

Phantom’s high pitched scream upon realization was enough to have you bolting in the room to check in on the poor ghoul

And you were met with the sight of Phantom desperately trying to pull out a screaming rat from the vacuum while the ghoul was on the verge of tears because he didn’t want to get scolded

You ended up helping him because no one wants to see Phantom sad

And it’s safe to say Copia now has one pet rat with no tail.

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red-viewe · 10 months

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general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)

COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)

Part 2 part 1

"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.

'Ew.'

"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.

The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.

'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.

'Just a few more days until i see them.

Just a few more days....'

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"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"

"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.

'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '

Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.

'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?

'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.

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'Knock knock knock'

'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'

You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.

"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.

'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)

Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.

You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.

"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.

"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.

"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.

"I swear i can explain-"

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"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.

"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"

"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.

"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.

"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."

"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, beastie."

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Authors notes :D

I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY

Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.

Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)

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sageteapost · 6 months

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| Welt Yang Dating Headcanons |

[ Welt Yang x GN! Reader ]

CW/TW + Tags: None. (Established relationship. GN! Reader.)

Summary: Basic HCs of dating Welt Yang from Honkai: Star Rail.

[ (A/N): YEAHH WELT!! Old men yall. I swear. ]

Ah, Mr. Yang. Sophisticated, but bears a gentle side.

For starters, he's sweet and loving when it comes to you. Perhaps even a tad bit protective especially if you went on Trailblazer missions.

Hurt yourself on a mission? Sit down, he'll take care of you whilst either mildly scolding you or distracting you from the pain with other lighthearted topics. Depends on the mood and/or the severity of your injuries.

A very classy lover, definitely into calling you things like "sweetheart" or "dearest", preferably behind closed doors. Otherwise he'd settle for just calling you by your name around the Express.

But he's open to some new things! The galaxy is very vast, after all.

Gentle and tender when it comes to affection. While Welt loves kissing your lips, he has a particular soft spot for kissing your forehead and hands.

He's not too into PDA, but the closest he'll get is holding your hand or standing close to you. Maybe occasionally giving you a forehead kiss if he feels cheeky. Just because he isn't into it, doesn't mean he won't feel a bit bold every once in a while!

Ask him about his animations or to even show them to you and he'll be trying so hard to keep his happiness to himself.

Willing to talk to you about them for hours, like the creative process of creating his animations to talking about the history of animation in general. (If it exists, he would love to watch "The Pixar Story" in his spare time.)

Will draw you in his spare time. Doesn't matter what you're doing; cleaning, drinking something, or even just staring out the windows of the Express looking at the cosmos. Anything, and he will always show you his art afterwards.

Overall, he's a very kind and patient lover. Welt is very attentive to your needs and always willing to protect you should the situation call for it.

With Welt on your side, he'll help bear your burdens and be there whenever you need it. Pinky promise.

BONUS: Doodles on everything. The supply list, on the little letters he writes to you, anything. If there's space on a piece of paper, he'll doodle. Maybe start an art journal together, he'd love it when you contribute even if it's a little stick figure next to his detailed drawings.

"Hm? Ah, there you are. I've been seeping through the archives and found some old animations of mine. Care to look at them together, if you have the time?"

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ not requested #welt yang #welt yang x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #welt x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr

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checkmate-stuff · 2 months

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Hii! Could I request Albedo, Tighnari, and Cyno (seperatly) with a fake dating scenario. Like the reader's family keep pestering her about getting a boyfriend, so she asks the guys to pretend to be her boyfriend at a family gathering to get them to stop asking her, but the guys kind of have a crush on her anyway and they get together in the end?

the sweetheart scheme

wc. 1294 words

tw. fake dating, happy fluffy ending

a/n. hello anon! i hope this is what you wanted :3

Albedo

“Please be my boyfriend” now don't get him wrong, while your truthfulness is something Albedo appreciates, it might also be the death of him, judging by how fast his heart is beating. “is this a joke of some kind?” You take a seat next to Albedo, looking at him with uttermost seriousness. “My parents think I have a boyfriend and we have a family dinner tonight. You would be an amazing friend if you could pretend to be my boyfriend for tonight.” “I suppose I could…” your face lights up, getting up from your previous spot on his desk. “You’re the best, thanks bedo!” you press a quick peck to his cheek, missing the way his cheeks are set aflame by your action. And while the chief alchemist has no idea what being your boyfriend for the night might entail, he hopes it can make you see him in a different light.

When you asked your best friend to be your pretend boyfriend for the night you never accepted him to be so… nice. Albedo isn't exactly known for his social skills in Mondstadt and you expected him to act the part as the reserved boyfriend, knowing how much he dreads social interactions. You were pleasantly surprised to find him at your door, flowers in hand. The rest of the night felt like a dream, or one of those romance novels Lisa enjoys so much. Albedo suddenly became the perfect image of a boyfriend, one that had your entire family swooned. He offered flowers to you and your mother, played with your baby sister and entertained a conversation with your father about Mondstadt politics. He even insisted on taking you home. Arriving at your front door, you turn around facing the alchemist. “thank you bedo, you did great tonight.” Albedo offered you a smile, taking an envelope out of his pocket. “I've read that sending a letter to the person you are courting is considered a romantic gesture.” he presents the envelope to you, as if he just asked you about the time. Your eyes grow wide, and you can feel your cheeks burning. “i- are you asking me out?” “Indeed I am, and I hope you can return my feelings.” You must be feeling bold tonight, considering you pull the boy by his collar, pulling him into a soft kiss. “so, when's our first date?”

Tighnari

“By any chance do you happen to know a plant that would make my parents forget I don't have a boyfriend yet?” Tighnari is at his desk, reading documents which you assume are forest ranger reports. “I do not. Why do you ask?” you let your body lean on his desk, silently noting the way his ears picked up at the sound of your voice. “My parents are holding a family dinner, which will basically be a lecture about how I am still single.” you sigh, already dreading the yearly family dinner.“is this really an issue?” “Yes, my parents and relatives are a pain in my ass when they want to.” You both sit in silence for a couple of minutes, an idea forming in your head. “could you pretend to be my boyfriend?? please?” Tighnari put his documents down, now giving you his full attention. “Now, this might work since we have been friends for quite a while now…” While he's trying to keep his composure, Tighnari can't ignore the way his heart jumped at the idea of ‘dating’ you. The forest ranger has been aware for quite some time that his growing affection for you was no longer platonic, so the thought of being able to call you his – even for only an evening – sounded great to him. “I don't see why not.” You smile upon hearing his answer. “perfect! I'll see you tomorrow!”

Dinner with your family was relatively nice. It might be because your parents are too busy bombarding Tighnari with questions to pay attention to you or perhaps it's because Tighnari is by your side, hand on your thigh. The whole family seemed pleasantly surprised by your boyfriend, your cousins going as far as asking you for boy advice – something you never thought would happen – all due to Tighnari's acting. Acting that seemed a little too real, so real that you're reminded of why you came to develop romantic feelings for your long time friend. Your family deemed Tighnari worthy of you, especially your mother, who seemed overjoyed to know you're in a relationship with such a serious, handsome young man. Both of you announced that you were leaving when questions about childrens and marriage came into the conversation. Tighnari insisted on walking you home, keeping up the boyfriend act until you reached your house. “Now that we're done pretending, can I take you out on a real date?” you're not sure if you heard him correctly, heart beating so fast it's all you can hear. “what?” “i like you, can i take you out on a date?” oh, ok so you did hear him right. to say you're happy is an understatement, you're not even able to keep a straight face, smile forming without your own accord “yes, I'll look forward to it”

Cyno

You enter Lambad's Tavern and let your body fall on one of the chair at a table. Your friends; Kaveh, Tighnari, Al-Haitham and Cyno move their attention from their TCG game to you. Kaveh is the first to break the silence. “What's the matter?” you sigh “family dinner. I may or may have not told my parents that i have a boyfriend.” you can hear the quiet snort Al-Haitham lets out, probably thinking you dug that grave yourself. “so.. when's the dinner?” “tomorrow night.” Tighnari lets out a long sigh, putting down his cards. “you're fucked, i dont think you'll be able to get a boyfriend on such short notice” a few rounds of TCG are played in silence while you try to find an reason your parents would believe as to why your boyfriend couldn't make it. Kaveh, having lost yet another round, put his cards down. “hey Cyno you said you didn't have anything to do this weekend right? why don't you go with y/n?” an innocent smile arbording his lips

“Why didn't you tell me?” “tell you what?” “that you are dating THE general Mahamatra!?” your eyes narrow looking at your sister “we aren't dating, i told you it's just so mom and dad get off my back.” Now it's your sister's turn to look at you weirdly “oh really? then you guys are awfully good at this whole ‘we are in love’ act.” She makes a face. “ I’ve seen the way Cyno looks at you. It's not the usual, super serious, downright scary look he always has. He looks at you like you're a gift from the gods'' To say you are taken aback is an understatement. Cyno? looking at you like that?? there is no way, you would have noticed. if not Kaveh would have probably said something. Since you’ve let slip out your feelings for the general, Kaveh has been trying to push the both of you together, which lead to several awkward moments. The ride home is quiet, Cyno insisted on taking you home even after you left your family's house. He suddenly stops, and turns to you, serious as ever. “I know you have feelings for me, and I do too. If you are interested I would like to be your boyfriend. for real this time” your mouth opens and closes, nothing coming out of it. “yeah I'd like that.” Cyno smiles, looking relieved. He accompanies you to your door, hugging you before taking his leave. “Hey Cyno, how do you know??” “Kaveh told me” “I'm gonna kill him”

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big-tiddy-bi · 1 year

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This is part 2 of the Danny yelling at the justice league fic. It was going to be a one shot but @phoenixdemonqueen called one of the lines I wrote cool, and I started squealing, flapping my arms and jumping around my kitchen so I had to write more <3 also hydrate or diedrate

Tw for body horror, idk if it counts but better safe than sorry <3

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Greek mythology has many myths on of which is Theseus and Pirithous. Pirithous full of hubris decided, with the help of Theseus to kidnap the goddess Kore and try to forcefully marry her. Before they can enact this honestly genius plan, that was sarcasm by the way, her husband traps them in chairs with snakes and leaves them there for the furies to torture.

Most stories have a lesson And the lesson of this one is very important. Don’t Be Stupid, Stupid.

Currently John Constantine was trying and failing to tell the justice league. “Are you fucking stupid” and deadman told them “to fight someone from the infinite realms is suicidal”.

After Danny’s stunt most of the non-magical justice league wanted to hunt him down to “set the record straight”, when they said that John and deadman left the room.

On the day the justice league stated in the email, they stood at a sign stating “welcome to Amity, the most haunted place in America”.

One of the most loved groups of people, the justice league walked through the city like ghosts. They were used to stairs and whispers, but usually of worship and maybe small insults but not like this. Could feel the distain in the air, like the city itself was trying to strangle them.

A tall blonde teen in a varsity jacket screamed at them to leave, that they weren’t wanted, but with much more explicit language.

Flash tried to make a joke, and the resulting glare from the rest of the league could have killed him on the spot, and several of the residents through things at him after they heard him.

They walked up to the building that held mayor’s office. Batman’s face was unreadable, unlike Superman’s whose expression told all his feelings of worry.

In the building they heard several voices, on of which matched phantom, ridiculing the mayor. Who just kept sighing in utter annoyance.

Wonder Woman opened the door to the office to be met with a comedic scene. Phantom floating in one corner of the room flipping of the mayor, who was also flipping him off in return. A goth girl with vine tattoos trailing from her wrist up her arms was slipping some papers onto the table, with the title mandatory vegan in bold letters while the mayor was distracted. two boys one with a tattoo around his eye similar to the eye of Ra, the other had on a shirt that said “I know all your secret identities, don’t test me” both sitting on beanbags playing a video game that was projected on of the walls of the office. one girl with beautiful curly hair was coming through the window arms filled with take out bags, a couple from a Chinese restaurant and the others a fast food place. A woman with red hair was helping her in, holding a tray full of drinks.

All of them turned their heads in unison, phantom and the two tattooed individuals eyes glowing green. the mayor and the redheaded woman’s glowed green.

The window person finished coming through, and set the bags down on the mayor’s desk next to the drinks. The pulled a toxic green knife from behind her back, the redhead woman got into a defensive position her cheeks torn open so she could her hundreds of teeth, razor sharp. The mayor leaned forward in his chair, placing a hand on his desk, mouth turned up in a grin, showing of his sharp canines.

The red headed boy quickly moved to the back of the room, while his video game partner stood up, holes appearing on his body, one of his eyes rolling back into his head leaving another hole, all dripping with sand. The goth woman slowly grew liken and moss in her shoulders, it slowly crawled up one side of her face, she opened her mouth and vines sprung from it, wrapping around her head ripping her skin a flower came out replacing her face.

Phantom was the worst, he grew into a vaguely human shape thousands of mouths opened up on his body, some in other places around the room.

Phantom asked in a distorted voice “ were our warnings not enough for you?”

Batman spoke up “we came here to” but he was interrupted.

The sand being spoke this time. Angerly “ to gravel at our feet for forgiveness, to beg in a futile attempt to win back fame?”

Batman responded again “no, we are here” but he was interrupted again this time by the flower woman

“Without our permission, without the permission of the public, you governed by none.” The flower petals began to pulse “ you who could be saving people, come here to plead like dogs praying for table scraps” she yelled.

“We are here to talk” Batman finally got to say.

The redheaded boy responded this time. “ Bruce Wayne, these actions are unbecoming of you”

The entire justice league was taken aback. “Don’t be surprised” the redheaded woman said “you and your kin’s bodies may be living, but you belong to death the same as us”

“Let’s hear them out” the mayor said “after that you can end them in anyway you wish” he was bluffing of course, none of the heroes on team phantom would ever kill someone, but the justice league didn’t need to know that.

The curly haired woman spoke “ so, if you want to talk then talk”

Superman answered this time “ we never got your messages, we only found them while cleaning out the servers”

What sounded like every voice ever heard replied “what do you mean” the voice, voices? Sounded surprised.

“Exactly that” Wonder Woman answered.

“Someone hacked into our system and deliberately hid all communications from amity” the flash continued

Phantom appeared behind Batman. Intangible hand going into his throat and wrapping around his trachea “if you are lying, I will destroy each of your families”

Phantom floated through Batman to get back in front. In the blink of an eye everyone was back to normal.

“Tell us about this breach” the mayor said crossing his arms. “ so we can take care of it”

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Tell me what you think <3 this is my first part two

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 8 months

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Pairing : poly!Han Jisung x F!Reader x poly!Lee Minho TW : poly relationship ; obvious angst because ya know ; another famous Nana cliffhanger (but I actually want to write a part 2 for it after making a poll because I want to know what you all think) ; straight to the point angst, no dillydallying here ; Word Count : 4.0k Request : Anonny : Can we have poly minsung plus reader but with angst? I am a sucker for angst. AN : first time writing for poly skz... lemme know how I do... please... I hope you enjoy this, I hope I did this right.

Things had started off fine, and that in itself should have gone to show that things surely wouldn’t stay that way. The relationship in itself wasn’t normal, not to say that it wasn’t perfect, but you knew that if it weren’t for the fact that you had to hide your relationship, fans would be judging you, the entire world would be judging you. Those thoughts used to plague you in the beginning, but you had been so happy… Maybe you should have just listened to your head… Maybe that would have saved you from the ending that you received. To get to the end, we have to start from the beginning… It’ll be short though… It’s not like things had lasted very long anyway.

You were a secretary at the JYPE office, the job in itself was boring, but you also got to see a lot of stars during your walks through the hallways. There was always one that caught your attention, and he had always been so kind to you, giving you a beautiful smile and bowing his head just slightly to say hello. Your heart would throb and you’d get the most wonderful fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him, but you were under a contract, much like he was… Those 1 second interactions in passing were all you were ever going to get… Or so you thought.

Roses had been left on your desk one day, a secret admirer, the card had read. You weren’t sure where they came from, but they were gorgeous, and you placed them at the corner of your desk, looking at them every so often, and that warm fuzzy feeling would return. You thought that it was just your hopefulness that had you wishing that it was the man in the hallway that had those flowers delivered to you, the back of your mind telling you that it was foolish to hope for such things when he was famous and you were just a 9-5 office worker.

That is until you were heading out of the office for the day, your bag held close under your arm and your folder of paperwork clutched against your chest. You were the last one out of the office that evening, you had stayed a little past your scheduled time and you assumed that everyone had already gone home for the evening. When you stepped out into the hallway though… There he was.

“Did you get the flowers?” He asked, leaning against the wall and giving you that beautiful smile that you had so foolishly already fallen in love with. “You’re not going to take them home with you?” He mused, noticing your flowerless hands, and you looked between him and the door to the office that was now shut. You could have gone back in and gotten them, but you were taking the subway home and you didn’t want them to get damaged.

“I like them on my desk… I think they brighten up the room a little bit more.” You explained, and while it wasn’t exactly the real reason… It was still one of the reasons. “Do you know who sent them? I really want to thank them… Seeing the flowers made me so happy.” You mused, and it felt strange to be talking to him so casually… Maybe it was the fact that you were running on little sleep and 3 cans of energy drinks. You were exhausted, and maybe your mind just let it slip who exactly you were talking to.

“Of course I know who sent them.” He pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to you, causing you to stumble back a little as the words that had been printed in the darkest bold letters on your contract flashed in your mind's eye like a bright neon sign. “I sent them… And you don’t know how hard it was to get them to your office without anyone knowing. I’m glad you like them though. Do you… Know who I am?” He quizzed, and you slowly, almost robotically nodded your head.

“Y-You’re… You’re Lee Know… Lee Minho… Best dancer…” You rambled, and with every word that left your mouth you got more and more embarrassed, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going on and on. “I’ve seen you… In the hallway… You’re… I didn’t think… Why did you send me flowers?”

Now his answer is probably quite obvious considering after only a month of the two of you talking he ended up asking you out. That month can be a story for another day though, because right now, this is the story of how your seemingly perfect little world got turned upside down in what felt like a matter of seconds.

You and Minho had been dating for 2 months, and in those months there was no one that you got more close to than Jisung. You had heard about their friendship, how close they were, how they almost did everything together… You heard just about everything… But you didn’t really expect the proposition that would be brought to you one night over dinner.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Jisung had asked, and the question coming from his lips sounded so much softer, so much shier than it had when Minho had asked. Of course, you were thrown for a loop and it took you a couple seconds to fully process what he had asked. The craziest part was that he had asked right in front of Minho… And Minho didn’t seem to mind it, he actually seemed a little bit too calm.

“W-Well… I’m… Me and Minho are together…” You stammered, looking between your boyfriend and the man who had asked you the question. Your expectations were probably a little bit too normal for the situation, considering you expected Jisung to apologize and backtrack and you expected Minho to maybe go off a little bit on Jisung for asking something so silly, but none of those things happened, instead, Jisung looked up at Minho as if asking for help.

That’s when Minho cleared his throat, grabbing his seat across the table from you and holding your gaze with his twinkling eyes that almost seemed a little bit mischievous. “Well you know, Jisung is my friend, my best friend and… He’s been on almost all of our dates with us.” And that was true… It was something that you thought was strange in the beginning, but Jisung had become such a key part of all of your and Minhos dates that it almost felt strange when he wasn’t there. “He really likes you, and I gave him the okay, I wouldn’t mind sharing you with him… But I told him that it was up to you whether you were okay with it.”

It was up to you? It was a strange decision to make, and it almost felt like a test… You were worried that that was what it was. Minho was testing you to see if you’d really take him up on his offer, and you were nervous, you were scared about what his reaction would be, what he’d do if you took him up on the offer. “We can give you time to think about it… I know that it’s not the easiest choice to make…” Jisung mumbled, his thumbs twirling as he sheepishly looked down at the table.

“I just… I need to think about it…” You murmured, and you waited, waited for Minho to call you out for even thinking about potentially saying yes… But he didn’t. He patted Jisung on the shoulder, and then he got up from his chair and walked around the table to stand beside you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take all the time you need, kitten. We won’t rush you.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn’t a test… They were both serious about this… And you didn’t know how to feel about that. You had never been in a situation like this, you had never been in a relationship like this before… But would it really be any different from how things already were? You just needed to think.. You needed to think about it…

And think about it you did… You thought about it for quite a while, and, well… It’s quite obvious what you chose.

Being with both of them was something that took a little bit to get used to… But all in all, it was generally simple at first. It was more like the guys having shared custody of you, which, in itself, was a funny way to look at it, but it also made things easier for you. One week was Minhos week to have you, and the next week was Jisungs. It went back and forth like that for a couple months.

Sometimes the two of them would want to take you out together, and that’s really when the weird looks would come from bystanders who didn’t understand the relationship. They’d tell you to ignore it, finding something else to capture your attention so you didn’t think too much about what people might be thinking. To them it didn’t matter, as long as you were happy being with the both of them, they were happy.

You never felt the tension, you never thought there was any. If you even thought for a second that being with the both of them would cause any problems, you wouldn’t have agreed to it, but they both were adamant that things would be okay. It truly felt like things were okay. After your week with either of the guys was over, they would drop you off at the other's house and they always looked so happy. Sometimes they’d even stay for dinner, or have you sit on the middle cushion of the couch as the three of you watched a movie together. Things felt perfect.

There wasn’t any sign that things were going downhill, to be honest, it didn’t even seem like there was a hill. The falling of the relationship was more like a drop tower, you had been shot up so fast that your heart was still hammering in your chest and that adrenaline from excitement was still coursing through your veins, you didn’t even have a second to think before that loud click and then you were falling, your stomach being lurched up into your throat and when you reached the bottom you didn’t really know what to do, it was like your brain was jumbled and you couldn’t think straight and everything was just… It felt off.

“Why are you packing up your bags already?” Minho asked as you walked out of the bedroom. Even though Jisung had made a room for you at his own place, your dresser was filled with clothes that he had bought you and you had all the stuff you needed in the bathroom, you had everything you needed in general… You still liked to take a few things from Minhos with you when you went over to Jisungs and vice versa. “You want to leave?”

For a second you were confused, double checking your calendar to make sure you hadn’t just lost track of the days, but you were right. It was Sunday, and Sundays were when Minho would usually take you over to Jisungs. “It’s Jis day… Remember? Today starts his week.” You reminded your boyfriend who probably had the days mixed up as well considering they were working on a new album.

He rolled his eyes, letting out a noise that sounded a little bit like disgust as he leaned back on the couch. “I already talked to him. I get to have you for another week. I miss you too much and… I just want to spend a little extra time with you.” He explained, and you nodded your head along with his reasoning. He had been in the office a little bit more this week which meant that he couldn’t spend as much time with you as he probably would have liked to, and considering he told you he had already talking to Jisung about it, you were more than happy to cozy up on the couch next to him and enjoy the rest of the evening.

“He’s okay with you keeping me for another week though? He said that?” You asked, just to be sure. Jisung was… Well, you wouldn’t say possessive… But he didn’t really like the idea of missing a week with you. He took great pride in the relationship and making sure you felt loved by him. He loved his weeks with you, and on many occasions, he’d get a little choked up whenever he had to give you back to Minho.

“Of course he’s okay with it. I don’t know why he wouldn’t be.” Minho seemed to brush it off, and you silently thought of a million reasons why Jisung wouldn’t be okay with not seeing you. “You were my girlfriend first. He’s lucky that I even share you with him… I think it’s only fair that I get to spend more time with you anyway.” That was the first sign, although you weren’t exactly sure what that sign entailed, but your gut was telling you that it wouldn’t be good.

You didn’t push it though, you allowed yourself to lean against Minho as he looked through the movies on tv, trying to find one that you could watch together. It was always so cute to you that he took your opinion into consideration when picking a movie considering the fact that you almost always fell asleep before the halfway mark. That’s exactly what happened, the sun beginning to set, and the golden hue that painted the room mixed with the sound of Minhos light breathing as you laid against his chest, it was the perfect setting to rest, you always found it easier to fall asleep next to him.

The rapid knocking against the door stirred you enough to have you slightly conscious, lifting your head from Minhos chest that you found yourself laying across fully now, completely on top of him as you both laid on the couch. “Shh… It’s alright, go back to sleep, honey. I’ll get it.” Minho whispered, brushing his fingers over your hair to lull you back into your slumber before shimmying out from underneath you and running to the door.

Even though you were still out of it, your mind was awake, your ears fully tuned in to what was happening around you. You heard the door being opened, and then the sound of Jisungs voice, just far enough away to know he wasn’t in the house yet, but loud enough for you to know he was irritated. “Why didn’t you drop her off? I was waiting! Do you know how worried I was!? Where is she?” He ranted almost immediately, and you heard Minho shushing him, and it sounded like he was trying to push him out of the house. “No… No, where is she?” Jisung continued, and then Minho sighed heavily, the breath followed by a loud groan.

“She’s sleeping. She’s not feeling well and I just wanted to keep her here to make sure she’s taken care of.” It was a blatant lie, you had been more than ready to go over to Jisungs this evening, and while you wanted to call Minho out on it, a part of you was scared to. You loved Minho… You loved both of them… And you didn’t want either of them to get hurt. “I’ll just spend the rest of this week with her and then I’ll drop her off at your place. Sorry for worrying you.”

You thought that it would end there, that Jisung would believe the lie, but you were sorely mistaken. “The rest of this week?! So you’re saying I don’t get to see her for two weeks straight!?” Jisung screeched, and you could tell from the intermittent cracking of his voice that he was already worked up. “I can take care of her just as well as you can. I’ve taken care of her when she has her period, I’ve helped her when she was sick. I love her and I can take care of her too.” And that wasn’t a lie. Jisung was probably the best caregiver you’ve had. He always made sure that you had what you needed, and he’d do his best to take your mind off of whatever was hurting you or making you feel sick. Even when you felt like you were going through hell itself, he managed to make you smile and make you laugh.

“She’s my girlfriend!” Minho snapped, and you heard his hand slap against the door, something that he did often when he was trying to make his point or when he felt like his words were being threatened. He didn’t like being wrong, and he surely didn’t like when anyone other than him said anything slightly valid. “I had her first, so how about you just accept what I’m saying and you can see her next week.”

There was a silence… And for the first time, silence scared you. Your eyes peaked open and you pushed yourself up just enough to see over the back of the couch. Jisung was standing right in the center of the doorway, making sure that Minho couldn’t shut the door on him, but not pushing the boundaries. “Oh! I see… I see what’s going on here. You’re jealous…” Jisung stated, and you heard Minho scoff, and you could see his head fall back as if he were silently laughing at the accusation. “You are. You know I treat Y/N better, you know that I love her better… You’re jealous and you’re scared that she’ll end up just choosing me at the end.”

You weren’t sure when this turned into a competition, that’s never what it felt like to you, but maybe deep down that’s what they both thought it was. “Why would I ever be jealous of you? If I was so scared I wouldn’t have let you start dating her in the first place.” Minho retorted, his words vibrating with his silent laughter. “I felt bad for you because you were always the awkward lonely third wheel. I let you be with her… But you’re really pushing it thinking that you can just come over here and try to take her from me when it’s my week. I make the decisions… She’s my girlfriend, she’ll always be mine first.”

You hated that… You hated that he felt like he could make the decisions for you, that he should be the one making all the choices. It had been your decision to date the both of them, so it should rightfully be your choice as to who you wanted to spend the week with. Those words had you getting up from the couch and making your way over to the door. “Hey, sweetie!” Jisung cooed, and Minhos head whipped in your direction, his eyes going wide as he looked at you and then back to Jisung.

“Honey… You’re not feeling well. You should be laying down. Maybe you should go to the bedroom so you won’t be woken up by him.” Minho urged, or… Moreso pleaded with you, motioning to the bedroom door with a forced smile. You couldn’t believe that he was still trying to ride with that lie, and you weren’t going to allow it. As much as you loved Minho, you loved Jisung too, and you didn’t want him to think that you chose to not see him.

“You know… I’m actually feeling better now.” You said, shooting a smile in Jisungs direction, and you saw his own smile spread across his face as his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement. Minho on the other hand, looked pissed. “I think I should spend the week with Jisung, I haven’t seen him in a whole week… That’s a long time to not see my boyfriend.”

Jisungs hands clapped giddily, but Minho was growing more and more furious with each passing second. “I’m your boyfriend!” He growled, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you back when you tried to move closer to Jisung. “I’m done sharing… You’re breaking up with him. It’s done. I’m over this.”

It was a shock, especially considering he was the one who wanted this. The only person more shocked than you was Jisung, but his emotions were more of a flurry, he was desperate, he was pissed, he was devastated. “N-No, you can’t choose that! It’s her choice to make, not yours!” Jisung shouted between heavy breaths, it almost looked like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Y/N… Sweetie… Tell him…” His eyes widened with panic as he looked at you, and you were panicking too.

“Yeah… Tell me, honey… Because I’m done sharing you… And if you want to be with him, then you’ll have to just be with him. I’m done doing this weekly bullshit, I’m done having to be away from you. You’re mine… I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long… I shouldn’t have let it start to begin with.” Minho said, biting the inside of his cheeks as his eyes turned ice cold, although you weren’t sure if the look was all for you, or if he was just so pissed off that he couldn’t look at you any other way.

“That’s not fair…” Jisungs nostrils flared as his own eyes became sharp, his glare directly pointed at Minho. “You waited… You waited long enough for me to get attached to her, for her to get attached to me… You waited for us to love each other and then you try to give her an ultimatum… It’s bullshit and you know it.” While they both seemed to have so much to say to each other, you were speechless. Jisung was right though, it wasn’t fair. Why did he take so long to figure shit out? “Sweetie… Look at me… Y/N…” Jisungs voice softened, and you saw that he wanted to reach out for you, but Minho was like a guard, doing his best to keep Jisung from being able to even breathe too close to you. “I’m not going to hate you for whatever choice you make… But I hope you make the right one. What he’s doing… It’s not right… It’s not okay. I know that whatever choice you do make… It’s going to hurt you. But I’ll still be there for you… No matter what, I’ll always be here for you because I love you. That will never change.”

It shouldn’t be so hard to choose, Minho was there first… He should be your choice… But Jisung… He was so sweet, he was so loving… He made you feel loved in a completely different way than Minho. It was all so confusing, and you already felt your heart breaking for both of the men that you loved so deeply, you’d lose a piece of yourself no matter who you chose. “I…” You started, tears spilling over your bottom lashes as you looked between both of the guys that held your heart. “I don’t know… I… I need time to think…” It wasn’t easy, it would never be easy… And you knew that it would only be made harder since they both were always together, they were in the same group, whether you chose Minho or Jisung, you’d always have to see the both of them… You’d always be faced with the thought of what could have been if your choice had been different. You’d need a lot of time to think… And you’d need a couple weeks, weeks to yourself to think about who you’d choose… If any of them… Because you didn’t just have to protect your own feelings and your own heart… You had to protect theirs too.

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can-i-make-image-descriptions · 10 months

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Image Descriptions and Accessibility in General on Tumblr for New Users

What are Image Descriptions

Image Descriptions are text following a picture explaining what’s in that picture. They are primarily for blind/visually impaired people with screen readers and visually impaired people who can read text but have issues with pictures.

They also help people who have trouble:

focusing on/understanding a picture

reading text on images (ex low contrast, weird fonts, etc)

getting images to load

Without image descriptions posts are not accessible to many people, so if you can it's best to include a description or alt text every time you post an image.

Alt text vs image descriptions

Image descriptions are written in the body of the post itself, and have some kind of text before and after, to explain that what's coming up. They typically begin short and concise, but can expand to more detail.

Alt text is added to the image itself, and is what is read by screen-readers (which will otherwise just say "image"). There is no need to add any explanation before the description so you can just say "a description of the image". Alt text can only be added by the original poster, by clicking on the three dots in the bottom right corner of the image and clicking 'update image description.' It is typically short and concise.

On tumblr, alt text is currently available on web by clicking on the alt button (or via new xkit - accesskit - move alt text to captions below image). On mobile, alt text is available in some versions of the app through clicking on the alt text button. Image descriptions are visible on all posts, although if you put them under a read-more, that makes them less accessible. (Thanks to @911described for helping with this section)

How to Make Image Descriptions

Awhile ago I made this general guide. I learned from examples, so here are descriptions made by a bunch of different people. I've also made templates for a lot of common images you'll see on Tumblr.

Other Concerns

Gradient or all caps text make most screen readers read out the word one letter at a time. In addition, these plus text that is bold/italicized/underlined, in colors other than black, or in weird/fancy fonts are difficult for many people to read.

How Filtering Works

You can filter out both words/phrases and tags in the filtering section under the general section in the settings. When filtering out words from a post, it will look at both the text of the post/reblog chain and at the url of op and the rebloggers. When filtering out tags it will look at the tags of the specific post on your dash, and at the tags of the original post.

Tagging for Common Triggers

Don't sensor trigger warnings (for example don't tag suic!de) because then people who have them filtered will still see it.

Tagging for Flashing Lights

If you post a gif or video in a post that flashes, you should tag it with something like "flashing lights" and Not "tw epilepsy" because if any of the tags in the original post contains the world epilepsy it will show up in the epilepsy tag, which is dangerous. Check out this post from @photosensitive-despair for more info about tagging photosensitive content.

Tagging for Unreality vs Misinfo

Things that could trigger delusions/psychotic episodes/etc should be tagged with unreality. This includes:

content that has existential themes related to reality/things not existing (example: a philosophy such as solipsism, do not look up the term if unreality stuff is triggering for you)

extremely surreal content(example: sometimes content such as weirdcore/dreamcore aesthetics can fall under this umbrella but again this is very subjective)

content that reinforces or encourages common delusions(example: that one "im living in your walls" meme)

Things like rp blogs and fake/edited tweets should not be tagged with unreality, unless they contain triggering content. Consider tags like "fiction" or "misinfo." See this post for more info.

Edit:

Addition from @mindflamer

You can look through the reblogs of a post to see if someone's already written a description. There is a button to see just comments vs. comments + tags which makes it easier. Scroll through looking for brackets [], ID, or Image Description. This is great to do if you can't write your own IDs for whatever reason, so that you can at least spread the version of the post that's described if there is one.

If you're not able to write IDs consistently, some is better than none. Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good. You can use the tag #undescribed to make it easy for those who need them to filter out those posts. Similarly, if you primarily tag triggers but can't for certain posts, you can use a separate tag on that to be filtered such as #untagged.

Please, if I forgot something, sound off in the notes and I'll update this post with it

#accessibility #not a description #epilepsy safe

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loserlvrss · 1 month

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꒰ 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ꒱ 석우현

summary : you've been getting secret admirer notes for the better part of your senior year, however you never expected them to be from your best friend

genre : fluff, matthew x afab!reader, hs!au tws : language, kiss author notes : i hope you enjoyed your request @sadfragilegirl thank u i love machu ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ word count : 1.2k

you couldn’t believe it. how long had it been? you, in all reality, couldn’t remember the last time you didnt open your locker to a note falling out of it. you picked the meticulously folded notebook paper off the dusty floor, studying the small red penned-in heart — the signature; whoever it was.

if anyone was to ask, which they have, if you had any idea who was sending you secret admirer notes almost every week now, you wouldn’t be able to answer them. you didn’t even have any candidates, because if someone loved you secretly, they sure as hell were good at keeping it that way.

maybe it was out of embarrassment, but at this point you’d like to know anyways.

“another one?” a familiar voice broke through the average chatter of a high school hallway, “what is this, the second this week? he’s getting bold.”

“maybe they’ll finally confess.” you laughed out at the light brunette. “it’d be about time. i think it’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”

he cut you off promptly, “since november, and we’re graduating in a couple weeks.” your eyebrows raised in amusement at his details into your life, “so… yeah. a little while, i guess.”

"wow, matthew... i might start thinking they're yours." you gave him a serious look, which morphed into you both hysterically laughing — even to the point where passerbys were giving you a dirty look. “that’d be so cliché! oh my gosh, could you imagine the look on my face if you confessed your love to me?”

"i'd never." he acted offended, "that's fucking disgusting."

you pouted, acting offended back, "what the fuck! i'm not disgusting!" then you both broke into another laughter then received dirty looks here and there. “but seriously, tell me now if they’re yours, matt. wait! actually don’t, i’ve got to mentally prepare myself. tell me tomorrow!” you spewed out through jagged breaths.

and that’s how you ended up with your jaw dropped to the floor. your bestfriend sat in front of you, knee bent over his thigh leisurely — in contrast to the way his head hung, face a deep shade of red. matthew wasn’t the type to feel embarrassed about much, being extroverted and all, but he couldn’t help it this time; not when you looked at him so confused it basically broke his heart on the spot.

he looked up briefly, catching your eye and immediately cowering, “i-i thought you’d hate if i did something over the top, y/n. i’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time now — i’m sorry, but when you said tell me tomorrow, it made me think you already knew.”

you blinked a couple of times, “well, i did not.” you replied, pouring salt on his open wound, “and, thank you? for this.” you held the cute plushie between your hands, another note plastered between your skin and the artificial fur. “but, matthew, i-i don’t even know what to say right now. you’re my bestfriend of years… wha-why?”

you could see him biting his lip, and honestly him not looking at you was making you angry for some reason. you weren’t disgusted at the thought of him having a crush on you. no, actually you were quite delighted deep down that your late night fantasies — that you deemed beyond stupid — were actually true. how could you not like matthew? he exuded boyfriend-energy. he was your golden retriever bestfriend, so why couldn’t he be more?

you were just confused as to why; why now? why wait so long? why give you letters for months? why you?

you, in contrast to him, weren’t very sought after by the people at your school. not that you were unlikable in the slightest, you were just so engrossed in your studies that it made it hard to have a romantic life. and, people seemed to have figured that out the older you all grew.

the question circled around in his head. why? truthfully, why not? matthew thought of you as the moon to his sun. the star to his sky. the light to his dark. he looked for comfort within you, always knowing that you were the one to pick him back up. it’s like you were his prescription drug; his happy pill; his serotonin; his oxytocin.

his love.

he’s known that he’s loved you like a bestfriend for a long time. and somewhere within those years it deepened into something a more than that. now, he loved you like you were already his girlfriend. he loved you so deeply that any ounce of rejection from you would send his heart reeling with physical pain.

maybe he was crazy, he thought, maybe he stupid for thinking that there was a chance with someone like you. someone he saw so far out of his league. he cursed himself for confessing, he could’ve been contempt secretly adoring you because it’s not like he didn’t get to see you everyday.

it scared him — you scared him. there was a lot of debating that went into his confession, but there seemed like none now. and the thought of losing you over something this silly put a pit in his stomach.

“y/n. let’s just forget it. we can pretend this never happened. this is just a stupid prank by your bestfriend. a platonic-valentine from me, okay? nothing more than that, i’m sorry. i just don’t want to lose you as, at least, a friend. you’re more important than a stupid crush, y/n.”

you tried to listen to matthew ramble, but couldn’t help focusing on your racing heart. did he mean that? was he really willing to push aside his feelings to keep the friendship alive?

no, you didn’t want that. you didn’t want to forget now that you knew. and maybe you always have. maybe you knew that eventually matthew would be the one to hold your heart for real. you thought you must’ve been the most oblivious person to not see this coming, but maybe the jokes you made every time about the notes being from him were you subconsciously thinking it — wishing it.

you put the stuffed rabbit on the bed, scooting closer to him. matthew was so taken aback that his eyes grew three sizes, and he strained his spine, just a little.

“matthew,” you punctuated, “i’d be so stupid to not admit that i’ve felt the same way. honestly, i wasn’t interested in the whoever the notes were from because they weren’t you — at least, i didn’t know it was at the time.” you giggled slightly, “it’s kind of adorable how shy you’ve gotten.”

it must’ve calmed him down a bit, as his sassy demeanor came back ever-so-slightly. he huffed, “shut up.”

“what? i’m serious! it’s cute.” you poked his rosy cheek, his hand flying up to trap your wrist gently. your eyes locked, and for a moment you had to fight off the unsteady beating that matched your hitched breath. the truth is, you’ve never seen matthew so close to your face before. he always kept a platonic distance because he never wanted to make you uncomfortable; you were boy-girl bestfriends after all, and he’d never be the one to take advantage of that fact. but now that he was inches from you, you didn’t want him to back away.

your stomach was in knots, and if this is what real butterflies feel like…

“y/n?” he searched you for any kind of discomfort, “c-can i? ca—“

and before he got the chance to get it out, your free hand cupped his cheek, pulling his face into yours to finally acquaint your lips.

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trashmouth-richie · 6 months

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pt 1: flicker

summary: Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

[tickets] [flyer] [clipboard]

pt 2: A SCREAM AND A SLICE

summary: the day is finally here and our joyful crew arrives to get their assignments for the work day.

tw: 18+ only goodbye minors, billy hargrove smut, billy hargrove being a disgusting human being, mentions of drinking and drugs, character death x 3, hallucinations, drunk behavior, etc childhood background stories.

The air is cool and crisp, fluttering an ombré of red and orange leaves all over the carnival. Staff was to arrive no later than 8 o’clock, sporting burnt orange Hawkins Haunted Carnival shirts with red hems on the neck and arms. “STAFF” printed on the back in black bold letters.

Robin's hair and makeup looked exactly like it did last night, a little smudgy and unkept, the style suiting her personality and image to a T. She was holding onto Steve’s arm while picking gum from the bottom of her dirty converse.

“Fuck I hate kids,” she grumbled, wiping the last bit of the pink wad of bubble gum on the grass.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan stood and watched. Nancy with her hair in a perfect pulled back ponytail showcasing her bone structure and light makeup, was wide eyed and bushy tailed, making up for the lack of enthusiasm everyone else brought with them this morning.

Argyle’s long pin straight hair is braided down his back, and he looks almost half asleep, or maybe he was just high, but more than likely that was just him in general.

You yawned loud behind your hand for the second time since racing into the parking lot, Eddie poked you in the ribs and shook his head, he had wanted to stop at the gas station for some badly brewed coffee this morning upon finding out that your apartment was lacking any sort of caffeine, but you were already going to be late and Mr. Creel’s speech last weekend about not being on time, would scare anyone straight.

That is unless you were Billy Hargrove.

Billy rolled in a full thirty minutes past the time all staff were expected to be dressed and ready to go. A cigarette hung lazily from his mouth and the hickies on his neck were splotchy and fading yellow on the edges. He was clutching a can of beer upon walking over to the group, finishing the contents and tossing it behind his shoulder.

His chin nodded to Eddie in that douchey dude type of greeting. One he reciprocated with flared nostrils and tense shoulders.

Billy and Eddie used to be as thick as thieves, running like hellions through the trailer park, with you trailing behind them, trying to keep Eddie out of trouble. They had disturbed any little sort of peace that the tenants ever found there. They tormented the occupants of Forest Hills by egging their houses or lighting bags of dog shit ablaze on their steps.

But the boys were left to their vices much like their parents were. Neil and Al knew each other from high school, oftentimes spending nights at the Hargroves kitchen table laughing after many beers about the cars they’d stolen and the broads they shared. Hands around their chests like parentheses to emphasize the breast size of one in particular.

Billy’s apple didn’t fall far from Neil’s tree, a ladies man but rotten to the core. However when it came to Eddie and Al, it was almost as if Eddie’s apple was from a different tree entirely, rough on the edges and a little banged up, but the inside was sugary sweet, much tastier than the sour bite Billy’s had to offer.

You never forgave the blue eyed boy for pushing you off your bike, a scar still etched into your knees, or for chasing you around with a snake he caught by Coolwater Creek.

Eddie wiped your tears when you cried to him about how mean Billy was. His own brown eyes welling seeing you so upset. He convinced him to leave you alone. And since that day, you were the driving wedge between them at 8 years old and you stayed there up until last year, when the tie that bound them together was ripped apart.

“You’re late Billy-boy,” Mr. Creel sneered, the pierce of his blue eyes shining like heated crystals, “do you not own a watch?”

“Just got in,” Billy said with a yawn, his muscular arms stretching over his head and showcasing his abs when his shirt rode up.

“I guess I wasn’t aware you had another job.”

“Oh I’m not paid for this type of manual labor, I do it for free.” He glances over at you and shoots you a wink. And the shiver that shook through you was anything but pleasant.

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling Nancy into his front and resting his chin on the top of her head.

Eddie shifts to the side of you that billy is closest too and blocks his view. He made your skin crawl like it was infested with bugs.

You didn’t like him anymore than he liked you, Heather Holloway was one of the sweetest girls you’d ever met, and to this day you couldn’t figure out why she fell in his traps. He didn’t care about her, only used her to keep his bed warm when he was out doing God knows what with God knows who. His dick was dirtier than a pile of laundry, and he was out of detergent.

“Let’s not make this a habit, we have a festival to run, and you,” Mr. Creel says, thumbing through a clipboard, “… are on Corn Maze Duty until sun down, then you’re driving the Haunted Hayride like we discussed last week.”

“Munson, you and Pebbles? Is that a real name?,”

“no,” you say with a laugh, nudging Eddie in the ribs, he was the only one called who still called you that after your moms had decided to dress you both as Pebbles & Bam Bam for Halloween one year, for Eddie, the name stuck, “it's a nickname from when we were—

“Don’t care.”

“You two are on rides, Hairyten—

“It’s Harrington,” Steve interjects but Mr. Creel doesn’t stop.

“.. will take over for you at sundown and then your ‘band’ takes the stage.”

Billy scoffs around a lit cigarette and Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you from reaching around him to slap the mustache off his face.

“Girl Wheeler and R-guy-el are on games… Buckley, you and Hairytoes will be working the ice cream stand, Byers you’re in charge of taking promotional photos. Please make sure the children are smiling. I don’t need any snot nosed little brats blubbering while getting their face painted like a clown, it will drive down sales.”

Jonathan nods with wide eyes, checking his bag with fumbling fingers making sure he had extra lenses and plenty of film.

Nancy stands at attention, flipping through her binder full of the game rules, she had been studying it all week, not wanting to give Mr. Creel any sort of assumption that she wasn’t taking her position seriously.

“Relax Nance,” Steve purred, a little louder than a whisper, “you’re gonna kick ass at this.”

You didn’t know Steve Harrington was capable of being supportive of another person until Nancy came along. When they first started going out Eddie and you took bets on whether or not it would last. Nancy wasn’t anything like the other trashy girls at your school throwing themselves at King Steve any and every chance they got.

She was reserved and shy. Pretty in a classy way, minimal makeup needed on her cherub features. And Steve fell hook line and simp er for her. He lost friends, lost his title at school but he didn’t care. He felt unstoppable with Nancy on his arm.

It made you wish you had a love like theirs, minus the breaking up part, you had dated before but nothing that would last.

You remember spending a very drunk night with Eddie once on the roof of his trailer, begging him to tell you who he thought was the hottest girl in school. Going through every grade, every single girl from the mathletes to the athletes, the teased hair of Tina down to the short bob of Barb, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Come on, Eddie .. that was every girl in the school besides Shit teeth O’Donnell.” you laughed and rolled into his chest, spilling beer onto his shirt, your chin sitting on his sternum as he looked at you with a serious stare.

“Not every girl.”

“Yeah huh,” you poked at his ribs and his armpits only for him to overpower you completely and pin you down, the ends of his hair tickling your cheeks had you squealing.

“Say uncle or I’m gonna make you piss yourself.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

The dark glint of mischief in his eye wasn’t lost on you,

“D’ you know me at all?”

The night ended with your jeans and underwear in Eddie’s washing machine, his boxers on your waist after you took a shower and used all of his conditioner. A $3.00 payback for him actually tickling you until you peed yourself, you were just happy Wayne wasn’t home when you waddled through the Munson trailer with wet pants and a hyena laughing Eddie behind you.

Diversion was his best game, because he never answer your question.

“Remember.” Mr Creel said pointing to you and Eddie, “two minute rides if there isn’t a line, one minute rides sounds perfectly fine, three minutes and they’ll puke on the floor, 4 minutes and you’re at Satan’s door.”

He recited the creepy poem without blinking, simply looking from your face and back to Eddie’s, a grim smile on his Curt lips. When he was through he turned on his heel and walked away, snapping at Heather and Chrissy to get to the face painting station.

“Well that wasn’t weird at all.” Eddie said, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised into his frizzy bangs, clearing his throat.

“Yeah no shit,” Steve grimaced, “such a weird mother fucker.”

Nancy shut her binder and spoke to you, “sorry about last night— I think I’m just a little stressed.”

“No worries, Nance, Eddie ended up staying at my place and we smoked a bit and went to sleep.”

“Don’t forget about that weird shit with the streetlights,” Eddie chimed in.

“Streetlights?” Jonathan asked you, “what about ‘em?”

“Nah man it’s cool,” Eddie chirped in, lighting a cigarette and offering it to Jonathan, “Pebs and I smoked a little too much, thought we saw some weird shit, that’s all.”

“Well, my lights went out last night, went outside to check it out and the whole street was dark.”

Maybe you weren’t high as fuck lastnight on Rick’s Redrum. What if there was actually something strange going on.

“Did they turn red and explode?” you ask him, trying not to seem too alarmed that someone else who wasn’t high and on the complete opposite side of town experienced the weird lights.

He picks a scab on his arm between blunt fingernails, uninterested in the conversation, “no idea, just noticed they were burnt out..didn’t see anything else, but hey, I’ll see you guys later okay, I forgot my wallet.”

With that he turns and leaves, holding his satchel close to his body so the expensive camera attachments don’t break.

Steve and Nancy kiss each other goodbye and Argyle steps forward to Steve batting his eyelashes, “what about me handsome?” He laughs before Steve can smile awkwardly and walks beside Nancy, asking about her new Reeboks.

“Six months since we played truth or dare at Munson’s and that guy won’t let it go,” Steve says, shaking his head, “see ya later, don’t have too much fun,” with that he grabs Robin’s elbow and directs her towards the Scoops Ahoy stand.

Eddie laughs at the memory of a peachy cheeked Steve leaning in to press his lips to Argyle’s. A dare that had Nancy in tears, and had you comforting her for an entire week.

It was the same night that you had drunk almost an entire handle of vodka and woke up naked in Eddie’s bed, next to Jonathan.

To this day you don’t remember what happened.

You left in a hurry when you woke and realized the sleeping body next to you was not only naked but belonged to Jonathan Byers, and you didn’t have any panties on.

Grabbing your clothes and shoving your feet into your shoes, you stepped over Argyle’s cocooned form in the hallway— using the bathroom rug as a blanket.

Tiptoeing over the squeaky parts of the linoleum floor you made a glance to the living room and saw that Eddie was sawing logs in Wayne’s recliner.

You felt dirty, full of shame and guilt as you looked at him forlornly, not able to nail down why you had felt that way. Eddie and you were friends, nothing more than that.

The door shut behind you in a quiet creak and you sped home as fast as you could, bleary eyed and confused.

Thankfully, Jonathan wasn’t upset when you told him the next day that you didn’t remember what had happened, and he was relieved, chuckling with a hand on the back of his neck, because he hadn’t remembered that night either.

You vowed to never tell a soul about that night, and you waited for Eddie to ask you about it, to make some crack about him finding your panties in his room, but he never spoke a word of it.

You stifle a nervous laugh, “yeah that night was crazy.”

“yeah no shit, Wayne’s still mad that I ruined his cowboy boots.”

You smack his chest with the keys, laughing at the memory of his white ass and wild hair running down the dirt road, wearing only Wayne’s boots and his cowboy hat to cover his dignity, the first dare of the night, “c’mon, Munson, I’ll race ya.”

The day flew by, people came from all around to shove their asses into the metal seats of the rides you and Eddie were in charge of.

Kids of all ages ate melty ice cream and got their faces painted into princesses, witches, pumpkins and spooky ghouls and goblins.

Eddie’s little gaggle of DnD buddies from high school ran through the carnival like they owned the place. Hootin’ and hollerin’ making themselves look like a bunch of assholes, and you wondered if he sometimes missed that part of being in school.

Steve and Robin were fending off Erica Sinclair and her many attempts at getting free samples, but realizing if they did give her what she wanted, they’d run out of ice cream and have to close up earlier than expected. Erica Sinclair would later leave the carnival with a sugar high and a stomach ache.

Argyle gave away the giant stuffed bear on the first ring toss game, earning him a psychotic look from Creel and whiny kids all day not having anything to look forward to when they won, but nothing a few coupons to Surfer Boy Pizza wouldn’t fix when the parents got involved. Nancy was almost in tears at the way Argyle didn’t follow the rules and his dude-like approach to the day's events.

—

Robin was in a mood, her normal chaotic rambling mouth self was eerily quiet today. An abnormality for the freckled face girl. And Steve was doing what any normal best friend would; hounding her on what the hell was going on.

“Drop it pretty boy, I mean it I am fine!” She tossed the ice cream scoop back into the carton container and slammed the freezer door, huffing and lighting a cigarette.

He saw the way her demeanor changed when Vickie showed up to the carnival with her boyfriend. The same boyfriend who Vickie had promised Robin that she had dumped months beforehand.

Steve watched as Robin’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger as Vickie sauntered up to the Scoops Ahoy booth, no look of guilt or shame anywhere on her porcelain features, she acted completely oblivious to Robin’s behavior, like she had never even met her before.

“She’s a bitch Robin,” Steve jabbed, hooking a thumb over his shoulder and wiggling his keys, "I'll go run her over with my car right now if that’d make you feel better.”

She had to admit, watching the light leave Vickie’s eyes might make her feel better. The crushing of her bones would play like a symphony in her head. She wanted her to hurt just as much as she was right now.

“Nah,” Robin says shaking her head, “not worth it, let’s just get day drunk instead, or better yet,” she pushed her ass onto the counter, and swung her hips out to the opening, her long legs hitting the dirt and crunching beneath her converse, “is Argyle still working games with Nance?”

—

“That’s what I’m sayin’ man, fuckin’ aliens and shit,” Argyle says with blood shot eyes, “this town, it’s crawlin with em, you’re not one of them are you, Byers?”

Argyle was on one of his many pot induced tangents about aliens and monsters. It was hard to tell if he was just high or if he truly believed in multi dimensional beings that walked the same paths we did but were hidden from us by the government.

“I think,” Jonathan says, adjusting his camera around his neck and holding it to eye level, “that you spend too much time with Munson,” he angled the camera just right and snapped the shutter button. Capturing candids of kids throwing softballs at steel milk jugs set into a triangle.

Argyle wipes his upper lip and throws a braided lengthy lock behind his shoulder, “and how do you know Eddie is wrong? M-Maybe Dungeons & Dragons is real. And the dice is like, the days we have left,” his eyes widen further as he licks at his lips absentmindedly, rambling on, “Eddie’s putting us all into little situations, so he’s like a- a god or a master! Like figurines and shit…”

Jonathan tries his best to drown out Argyle’s stoned ‘epiphanies’ knowing all too well the rabbit hole he’d fall down and wouldn't be able to see the light of day until the lasting effects of purple palm tree delight subsided.

Argyle’s eyes go wide, “…yeah I hope I got a long sword or something, I’ll definitely need it.”

“DnD isn’t real,” Jonathan huffs in annoyance, “it’s a fantasy game, one designed to make you think outside of normal everyday life, at least that’s what Will says.”

“Will the Wise,” Robin calls from behind them, her long fingers tangled in her hair, trying to put her short cut into two little ponytails, “isn’t that what they call him?”

Jonathan nods, “yeah, yeah it is.” A smile of appreciation on his face, “how’s ice cream going? I saw Vickie… sorry.”

“Love that kid, and yeah that’s why I’m here, need to forget,” she says leaning against the softball toss, the toe of sneaker catching the knee of Argyle’s colorful pants, her forefinger and thumb up to her lips, “you carrying today or do I actually have to pay Munson?”

“Nah little birdy, I’m all out,” Argyle says with eyelids half closed, “but I heard Rick’s runnin’ some new shit, kinda psychedelic like.”

—

By six in the afternoon, Eddie was crabby and ready for Steve to take over. His hair was sweaty and a bandana was tied around his head. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscles and the tattoos on his arms.

“Take it easy with this shit, ‘m serious,” Eddie says passing Robin the joint and pocketing the cash, “we saw some weird shit last night after smoking, just go to the woods or somethin where no one will see you.”

Robins fingers clasp the paper of the joint and hold it into a loose fist, she bows and salutes Eddie, “Aye aye cap’n, I promise, I’ll be good.”

He watched her leave and shook his head. He didn’t know the entire ins and outs of Robin’s relationship with Vickie, but he knew enough that Robin was hurt more than she was happy, and he felt bad for her.

At least Robin was brave enough to be her true self. Eddie couldn’t even tell the girl he had a crush on for years that he liked her.

“These kids are fucking assholes,” he said to you when you brought him a lemonade and bummed him a smoke, “yeah I’m talking to you Mayfield, shouldn’t even be on this ride with two broken arms but what the hell do I know?”

The redhead flipped him a double bird and yelled out, fucker! as her basket on the Zipper spun faster and faster.

“Were we like this sophomore year?” Eddie asks you around a puff of smoke.

“Oh absolutely not,” you said matter of factly, “we were worse.” A smile breaks from your lips and Eddie returns it, only his crinkled out your favorite dimple.

“Fuck man,” he exhaled, hitting a random button on the ride, and raising his eyebrows when it beeped back at him and shook the baskets loudly, “this whole town still thinks I did that shit to Higgin’s dog.”

It wasn’t a secret what had happened. And as much as everyone swore it was Eddie who did that heinous crime, he was with you that night, stealing cartons of cigarettes from the gas station while the attendant was busy trying to get your number and look down your shirt.

You knew Eddie was innocent but the town wasn’t convinced, even Wayne questioned him for a while about it. But Eddie wouldn’t squeal on you, knowing that you were just as guilty as he was, and he wouldn’t tarnish your squeaky clean reputation. Not even to save himself.

“We know the truth, and that’s what matters,” you breathe, stealing the cigarette from his hands and placing it into your mouth.

Eddie shakes his head, “yeah I know, just wish we knew who did do it.”

“Ri runno Raggy,” you said using your best Scooby Doo impression, “rits a rystery.”

Eddie chuckles and shows you his dimples again, a pretty blush painted on his cheeks, “you can always get me to laugh, even when I’m pissed the fuck off at some little shits.”

He plucks the rest of the cigarette from your lips and takes the last drag between his thumb and forefinger before flicking it off into the dirt.

He brushes an eyelash from your cheek with his knuckle, and he holds it there for a bit, unconsciously licks at his lips, “That’s why you’re my favorite,” he admits for the one hundredth time, but it still felt good to hear. Still made your stomach somersault and the glittery butterflies flutter.

Before you can say anything the kids on Eddie’s ride start screaming to get off, having been spinning upside down for over the time limit. Satan’s door according to Creel.

“Shit,” he mutters before turning the ride down, the heat on your cheeks and the burn from his finger still there.

—

“c’mon I know you wanna,” the clink of his flask unscrewing followed by the chugging slurp from his throat burned her ears, but not more than the red pock marks on her forearm from his cigarette ashes.

She didn’t want to lose him, she knew how lucky she was that he tolerated her and kept her around. After all he only fucked the other girls to piss off their boyfriends. But she meant something to him. Right?

“Are you sure no one will see us?” She was used to the thrill of being with Billy, mistaking the fight or flight feeling for adoration, the crazed look in his eye for lust.

He was everything all the other guys in Hawkins were not. A legendary bad boy. All leather jackets and tight jeans, the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen, a fast car that smelled of musky cologne, cigarettes and sex on Friday nights.

He had shown her things only seen in movies, hickied her up in spots that only he would see, and fucked her in places that would make Satan himself jealous.

Heather Holloway was completely wrapped up in everything Billy Hargrove brought to the table, only to be leaving starved for more.

“Who fuckin’ cares,” he grunts, lighting a cigarette and blowing it towards the orange painted sky, “ain’t nothin’ they haven’t seen before.”

She obeyed like she always did, a simple okay Billy and she was on her knees in the soft upturned soil, nothing but a single row of pale yellowing corn stalks behind her, rustling against the breeze and knocking against one another in a broken violin screech.

She adjusts her dark curls away from her face, and waits with an eager mouth for what he has to offer. The teeth of his zipper purr as he undoes his pants, holding a thick meaty cock up to her pretty lipgloss smile.

He’s putty in her hands, rocking his hips up to shove himself further into her mouth, and he groans when he falls into her wet throat.

Fuck Heather, that’s it.

He doesn’t hear the scraping of the corn leaves on a quiet shoulder, or the way the dirt crumbles underneath footsteps. He’s high above it, drunk on the feel of his dick in Heather's mouth, and the slight graze of her teeth against his shaft.

The blade is dull, taking much effort to slice through the muscles of Billy’s back and angling upwards beneath his ribs into his lungs.

Billy gags and gurgles on his own blood, noises that could be easily mistaken for pleasure. The knife is unsheathed and slid across Billy’s throat in a fluid motion spilling claret colored blood down the front of his shirt, he’s dead before he hits the ground.

Heather is frozen with fear, she lets out a scream that’s stopped cold by the blade puncturing her temple, her lifeless body falling to the soft ground with a thud.

The blade is wiped clean. Any blood splatters are left on the mask and hidden in the tree line, their lifeless bodies are stuffed further into the corn maze, vacant expressions on their cold faces.

—

“… Jesus Christ.”

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

Standing 10 feet tall and brandishing slick, gray translucent skin, the flower head shaped monster screeched at the sight and smell of blood pumping, racing.

“Exactly how he described, I can't believe the tunnel leads here.”

“The tunnels are all over Hawkins, he designed it, just like they said he would. Now c’mon, sun is about to set and I need help figuring out this code, son-of-a-bitch wrote it like a damn puzzle.”

—

Eddie wasn’t kidding, the strain was powerful. Robin was walking in a dream land of brownie covered ground and licorice grass. She was seeing things; beautiful, ominous, things she wouldn’t be able to describe.

And she knew she was high when she heard a high pitch scream from the corn field on her right— damn this shit was good.

Her face was sticky and so were her hands, the sky spun above her as she laid flat on the cake bed ground, watching the tangerine soda sky as it shifted above her like a kaleidoscope.

But no matter how many times she blinked her eyes, one piece of the dream never blurred away. A figure standing straight in the air below a tree branch.

Upon further eye squinting, Robin realized she recognized it to be someone she knew very well.

She had seen those eyes before. She had felt those hands on her skin. And the gold ring on the delicate middle finger looked way too familiar to just be a coincidence.

But there wasn’t any way that this could be real, just a prop for a good gag right, or the everlasting effect of the funny smelling joint from Eddie.

Because why was Vickie standing stone still..? With a large knotted necklace around her pretty neck, covered in red paint, and why wasn’t she moving?

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Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader

Summary: A road trip leads to you becoming a guest on a radio game show. What could possibly go wrong

Tw: scoptophobia, body horror

word count:4.7k

Dread. The single, perfect word to describe how you felt as you tightly gripped your steering wheel. The wide open roads singled you out, tossed further into the sea of obscurity with each bump you hit. You can’t recall how it happened; one wrong turn leading you to current turmoil. You were lost – sure of it. Lost, and the only way back on track was with the assistance of another – if you’d ever came across anyone.

A few weeks prior, you had won a luxurious vacation for a weeks day at some fancy resort. Most likely a company thing; given you don’t recall signing up for it and you received the news at work. One moment you’re doing your job, and the next your hands were clasped by a strange man with an iron grip and a flashy smile – congratulating you on the win. Due to some error on their end, you had to get there on your own with a car provided by them. This wasn’t a terrible deal since the drive was only twelve hours and you were allowed to keep the car – until your phone died and you had to rely on your own navigation skills.

You remain on lookout for any place to receive directions, the last fifty miles was nothing but mountains and desolate side roads. As luck would have it, you eventually spot a sign for a diner a few kilometers ahead. You make a beeline for the exit as it approaches; the smooth asphalt road fading into bumpy gravel and dirt.

You drive down a narrow path till you reach the establishment; walls painted a faded orange. The air stood still despite the dust filled parking area, time frozen in the mid hours of day. You park in one of the many vacant spots and head for the door. A bell’s chime signals your arrival; multiple heads turning in your direction including the lone waiter tending to another guest.

“I'll be with you in just a second! Take any seat you’d like.”

You do as told, sitting in a booth by a window. A TV hung overhead, images fading in and out through a fog of static. What you could see seemed to be a reading of lottery numbers; the announcer an ink blot in a suit beside the bold lettering. Aside from you, there's less than a dozen people in the diner. An older couple, a group of young adults around your age or older, and so on. All were enamored with their own lives, chatting amongst each other while they waited. A few eyes glanced your way, but you paid little mind.

Although the place was far from packed, the next time you see the waiter they’re carrying multiple orders. Balancing the plates, they have no time to figure out whose order is whose, calling out to the others as an alternative. In the commotion, they nearly trip over their own feet and send food flying – something you notice and decide to help with.

“Can I help you?” You ask, bracing your arms beneath one of the trays as they regain balance.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” Clearly flustered, the waiter hands off one of the trays to you – pointing in the direction of its table. You set it down and return to your own table to wait for them to finish. Finally, they reach you, pen in hand and a soft smile on their face. They place a number stand on the table; the number is scratched but still somewhat eligible.

“Thanks again for your help. What can I get for you?”

“Actually, I was hoping if you could help me with some directions?”

“Oh, sure. If you can wait a minute, I’m about to go on break.”

Once their break begins, you discuss the directions and other things that come by in passing. You, your trip and them, their life in the town not too far beyond the diner. Jamie, as their nametag read, had grown tired of small town life. They planned to leave as soon as the opportunity arose, even throwing their hat into the ring for the lotto. You had noticed them looking around throughout your conversation, but didn’t know the reason. You look up at the television, the final number yet to be read. You could have sworn the listing had began before you arrived, shouldn’t it have been over by now?

“07”

The voice is as clear as day amongst the static. Jamie’s head snaps up to the TV at the announcement, then to the ticket in hand – then a final time upward. The final number had just been read; the shine in their eyes a clear telling of events to come.

“I…I won..”

“Wait, seriously?” Jamie slides the ticket over for you to see; the first string of numbers matching perfectly with those on screen. The expression on their face is difficult to describe with one word. Disbelief, jubilation, and…… something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Congratulations.” Is all you can muster.

“I can’t believe I won..” They stand up; overcome with emotion and wanting to express it with any in proximity – you being the only person available. They sling their arms around you like you’re long time friends; body shaking from joy. Understanding the sentiment, you return the hug; eyes wondering over to the clock on the wall. Time had slipped away from you; hands pointed nearly two hours from when you first arrived.

“I’m really happy for you, but I need to get going soon.” You mutter sheepishly; lightly tugging on their arm. Their body stills completely For a second, you wonder their heart had stopped before they finally slither their arms from around you.

“Right. Sorry. Just a bit overwhelmed. Here.” They reach into their pocket, placing a coin in your open palm.

“A quarter? What’s this for?”

They point over to a wall of capsule machines. “You really helped me out today. In more ways than one in a weird way.”

The confusion on your face only worsens. They move their finger over to the number stand. Scratched and worn to all hell, you could still make out the distinct curve of a number seven on the board.

“You picked those numbers out yourself, though.”

“Still, I’d like you to have something to remember me by. It’s going to be kinda hard to forget you.”

The faintest glow of red dusts their cheeks. Not wanting to push it, you walk over to the machines; eyes on your back the whole while. It takes a hard turn to get your reward, gears stuck from lack of use. Out pops a keychain in a grey capsule. It appears to be just a ball on the chain, gold star in its center.

Back in your car and on the right road, you start to relax a bit. The stress from earlier seemed silly in hindsight. You start playing around with the radio; limited, but decent options passing along. After picking your music of choice, you lean back in your seat – getting to know it and the landscape rolling by. You hum along, tapping your finger against the wheel to the beat.

“Ladiiies and Gentlemen!”

The abrupt and rather loud change cause you to swerve; volume a few notches too high for your ears. On reflex, you turn it down before you can process what happened. You then push buttons at random, trying ad nauseam to change the station; but nothing happens. The new voice, masculine and boastful, continues on without bother.

“Boy and girls. Those lovely folks who are neither or both. Welcome back to your favorite show with your favorite host – Eyes on the prize! The only game where everyone goes home a winner.”

Thunderous applause and a generic soundtrack crowd the air that the speaker leaves to fill. A game show? That was certainly – different. Initially annoyed, you decide to listen – as if you had any sat in the first place.

“Unfortunately, our guest couldn’t make it today due to some…. unforeseen circumstances.”

A few boos and “aw's” echo from the crowd, the host chuckling at the display.

“Worry not, folks. For we have a solution. As much as we’d like to give you a chance, we think it’s only fair for the listeners to get a turn. The first person to call this number will be today’s lucky contestant.”

The host lists off the number to call, the crowd silent in anticipation. You wait along with them, festive music looping in the background, buzzing in your ears like flies – right behind them like a backseat driver. Once you got home, you needed to get thus radio checked out. Five minutes go by with nothing; not even a second reading of the number. Must not have been a popular station.

Your luck had already been running high with this trip, so what could be the harm of throwing the hook once more? Stopping on the side of the road, you pick up your phone and dial the number, line connecting before the first ring. You swear you could hear the grin on the other end, voice doubled as it sounds through the radio and your speaker.

“H-Hello?”

“Looks like we got our caller, folks, and from their voice it sounds like we have a real catch. Welcome to the show!”

The crowd's cheering keeps you from a response, their enthusiasm knowing no ends – except for when he speaks.

“Quiet down, everyone. I have to give our guest a warm greeting! Guest isn’t the right word for you, though. We couldn’t do today’s show without you! You’re more like a.. co-host.” He muses, seeming pleased with his choice of words.

“We’re so glad to have you here, so, would you do us the honors and introduce yourself?”

“My name is Y/n…” You pause, thinking of what to say. “I’m on vacation and I came across this station on accident, but I called in since no one else seemed to.”

“Wonderful. Just wonderful! If you’re lucky you’ll be walking away with even more than all the excitement that might bring. The rules are simple. All you have to do is answer five round of three questions, and make sure you don’t hang up. Real easy stuff, got?”

“Okay..”

“Perfect! First question, what do bees make?”

“..honey?”

There’s a chime – like someone dragging a mallet over xylophone, followed by canned cheering.

“That’s correct! We always ease into things in the beginning – but I can tell you’ll do great! Let’s continue.”

You place your phone in the seat beside you, pulling your car out of park and drifting back on the road. While road safety was important, you hadn’t seen another vehicle for the majority of your travel plus you were sure you could keep your focus on the road.

“Question two, Which organ has four chambers?”

“Um.. the heart.”

The sound queue plays again.

“Question three… Are you.. alone?”

There’s a subtle change in his tone with the last word, losing its exuberant manner for one, single precise moment. The background music drowns in the awaiting silence; all waiting for your answer though you can't see the starving look in their stares.

Answer quickly.

“Y-yes?”

The music returns with gusto, the crowd clapping in approval at your answer and to the end of the first round.

“Cor-rect! Bit of a trick question, but we need to make sure you aren't cheating. And with that we have our first round! Pat yourself on the back.”

You let go of a breath you hadn't realized you were holding onto. Out of nowhere, there's the sharp ringing of a phone piercing your ears.

“You know what that means, folks, it's time for our audience questionnaire break! What that means for you, Y/n, is that some lucky few will be asking you whatever comes to mind. We like to let our crowd get real personal with our guests. You're allowed to not answer, of course, but what you do will be considered extra points.

You nod subconsciously; realizing your mistake as you blurt out. “Give me all you got.”

“That’s what we like to hear~. Let’s pick our first asker, shall we?” There's an uproar of eager people, shouting over each other like a group of seagulls. A drum rolls out; the image of a stage light shining over the crowd coming to your mind. You image it landing on one individual, as all the noise stops except for an excited squeal.

“You there, down in front. Come on up!”

Footsteps screech along tile floors; feedback booming from the mic as you hear another voice. “Hello, I'm S from California and I've been a huge fan of the show for a while. I'm excited to be here, and to meet you. What do you do in your free time?”

You answer honestly. The process continues.

“What color are your eyes?”

“What makes you laugh?”

“Who knows you best?”

“Favorite color?”

You answer them all as truthful as possible. No point in lying.

“Do you consider yourself to be a lucky person.”

The question throws you off guard; delivered robotic and cold. In a way, the voice was almost recognizable. Thinking back to the question, you didn't really know. Sure, you won this trip, but there were other parts of your life that couldn't be dealt to someone who had lucky constantly on their side.

“I.... I don't know”

The xylophone plays again. You thought that was only for right answers.

“I see..”

“Wait what was-”

“Are you single?”

In the few seconds for the words to leave your mouth, the person had slipped away, replaced by another with a query that makes you forget the last instantly. You reluctantly answer; it being the last question in this particular segment.

Round two starts without a hitch – questions slightly harder, but still in the realms of basic trivia. It's over almost as soon as it began, another tremendous applause at your completion. The road goes smoothly as the questions. but you notice that the sun was still high in the sky; just faintly dipping into a mellow evening. It was by no means late, but by now there should had been a hint of nightfall on the horizon.

“Are you nervous in front of others ?”

“What's the first thing someone should know about you?”

“What’s your zodiac sign.”

Your throat feels dry; tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. You should have got something to drink at the diner before you left.

“I think it’s time for a bit of change, don’t you folks? We’ll call this round, the sensory round. Y/n, what is the animal that makes this sound?”

You hear a bird’s chirp, and answer accordingly.

“Yet another right answer. How about this one?”

Two tap against glass, too close to be from a soundboard, clicking straight in your ear, as though it came from your back window. Your body tenses; glancing out towards the back seat through the side view mirror. Empty as could be.

“Is everything alright?”

You rub the anxiety from your eyes. “Yea I’m.. I’m fine. Could you repeat it?”

“Certainly, my dear.” The sound plays again, a full fist instead of the gentle fingers from what you hear the first time. It rings along a different surface; hollow and wooden.

“Someone knocking on a door?”

“Perfection. Final question of the round. What do you see on the billboard you are about to pass?”

Your heart falls into your stomach. As if on queue, you rush past a billboard; its message burnt in though you only see it for a split second. Bold black lettering on a yellow background; an eye hiding in the lens of a camera beside it – staring down all who passed.

“Smile. You’re on camera.”

“T..there’s a picture of a camera.”

That damn xylophone chimes yet again; the applause popping like fireworks in your ears.

“What a fantastic round! We’ll skip on the questions this time, you need the rest.”

Your hands tremble. Was this some kind of prank. You need to hang up the phone – you felt it; but you can’t. A sharp ping hits your stomach; hunger stronger than the worry. A sign comes up for a gas station a few miles ahead. Before you could figure out what the hell was going on, you needed to take care of.

The store is quiet, the only occupants being you and the cashier with lidded eyes pointed at a magazine at the counter. He watches you, surprised to see someone around his age all the way out here. Your phone hung dormant in your pocket. Something told you leaving it behind wasn’t a wise decision. Shrinking under the many surveillance cameras around the place; you grab your items of choice and head over to the desk. Your phone buzzes for the tenth time before you’re able to retrieve it; unlocking to find dozens of messages from your boss wondering where you are.

“What… but I thought.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yea, my boss just is asking where I am, but I thought he knew I was off for the week.”

His lip quirks. “Sounds rough..” He slides a card “First cup of coffee is on the house, and by the looks of it, you might need it...” He trails off at the end.

“Thank you, but I don’t need it. I shouldn’t be on the road for too much longer.” You try your best to smile, placing your items on the corner. The guy looks you up and down; a flash of recognition coursing his eyes as he looks at your pocket.

“If that’s what you want. “ He rings up your things and bags them up for you. As you grab the bags, you hear the scratches of a pen before your receipt is thrust your way; crumbled slightly as if to hide what was written. You take it, but his hand remains clutched; eyes narrowed at the paper. He straightens as you lightly tugging on it, smiling as he let's go.

“Have a pleasant day.”

You head outside, turning the paper over. You didn’t know what you expected, but it definitely wasn’t what you read.

“Drop your phone and run. Make it an accident.”

“We’re back, folks.” The voice makes you jump. No music in the backdrop. No audience. Only Host.

“Now, Y/n. We only have one question for round four. What’s on the paper.”

You don’t respond, making a break for the car. The light of the gas station fades into obscurity as you fumble with the door. His voice raises ever so slightly – like a parent scolding their child.

“Don’t ignore me. Or you’ll have to face a penalty.”

You climb inside, your phone tumbling from your pocket without intention. Making sure to turn off the radio, you peel out of the station. The second lane is no longer there, but you pay no heed – intending to return the way you came no matter what it took. Nightfall had finally taken hold, swallowing the road around you. The stars hang low like stage lights; forever unblinking – never deterring from the ones below their gaze. The radio jolts to life with a pitched cry.

“I really wouldn’t like to see you get hurt, Y/n. Even though you broke a rule, I’m willing to forgive you. Just answer the question.”

“I quit!”

“You can’t.”

Your foot slams down on the gas; trying to run from the voice as if it wasn’t in the seat next to you – whispering. Soothing in a melancholic way; preferable to the cries of outrage behind you. Your silence was worse than a refusal to answer; mocking those who waited for your turn – those who fell before you. You would never experience the same fate as them, and they all knew it; longing for the moment they could have a chance at joining you to their nameless chorus.

Luminescence finally breaks the endless darkness, persisting past a single beacon like the diner or the gas station. A town; your guard raised in defense, but unlimitedly known it’s where you end up where you liked it or no. What could you even do once you got there? Going to the police was completely out of the question. You just needed to get your head clear.

The entry to the town dawns, streets empty just like everything before it.

You hurry to the first desk, slapping whatever bills you could find on the surface with no explanation. The manager pushes a key over to you; you not even bothering to look up at them as you run off. The room is on the other side of the hotel, in its on little pocket of isolate. You shut the door; slinking down it to the floor below. You hold your head in your hands. This was all just some kind of fucked up prank. You’d be home before you knew it.

Taking deep breaths, you survey the area. The average twin bedded room you’d see in movies; the mattress your own slice of heaven. You'd go to sleep, leave the second morning broke, and never look back. If the buzzing would let you rest; swarming in your head. You should probably turn off the TV.

The tv. The one thing you didn’t notice on your first look around. Static dances across the screen, washing out to a clear image; and you finally see it. See him. The thing that’s been haunting you your whole journey. Slicked back hair. An ashed suit matching his single toned body. An eternal smile plastered on his face from ear to ear; hooked to the flesh like a skin tight mask. Featureless beyond, his blank face points directly at you and you can swear that that grin gets even wider.

“Y/n I have something to admit. I’ve gone pretty easy on you this entire time. You’re… not like anyone else we’ve ever had.. Special. My generosity can only go far. I can only protect you from so much.”

There’s a bang on the door, rattling it in its hinges; shaking every bone in your body.

“Please answer the question.”

A bang, followed by studio laughter.

“Answer me.”

Bang.

“My shining star.”

“H…he told me to run away.”

Everything goes hush. Everything except for the tell-tale sign you won yet another around. The laud is overpowering; whistles of cheer and chants of adoration blocking all other senses out.

“There we have it! Let’s get this show over with and bring our star home.”

The television shuts off, accompanied by the slick of someone peeling tape from a wall. Your surroundings quiver, foundation falling around due to lack of unseen support. They crash against titled floors; no longer there to shield you from piercing lights above. You cover your eyes with your hands as you get used to them, narrowing your vision at whatever lies before you. You sit on the floor of a large stage; reflection bouncing off the smooth, black surface. You see rows upon rows of filled chairs; silhouettes squirming in their confines from hyperactivity. You aren’t keen on finding out what lied in the shadows. You direct your attention to the person towering over you to ignore it; tapping the mic in hand to get both your and everyone’s focus.

“And here they are! What a beaut, wouldn’t you agree?”

The clapping is unnatural; prolonged by skin sticking against skin – hollow strikes thrown into the mix like hitting bone. Host helps you to your feet, his fingers cold around your wrist; stiff like in a stage of rigor mortis, but soft to the touch. Looking at him, it was easy to see his suit was just an itch or two off from properly fitting his long limbs; the two a match regardless of the shortage.

“Unfortunately, things aren’t over yet. We still have one last round for you to complete.”

“Why me?....”

“Well you did call us, Y/n.”

“You said I’m different from the others, but why?”

The question shuts him up. If he were able, you were sure he’d had a neutral expression on his face. In an instant, he bursts out laughing; audience joining along with him.

“Why. Why, I haven’t the faintest idea and that’s what makes you so amazing! Your kind appear to obsess over the smallest thing. The one that seemed most interesting, was luck. A ripe source of it for you was these silly little shows, and I couldn’t help but play along. It became one of mine as well. A good host always studies his guests well, and I studied you for alooong time. It was like you knew you were being watched. You started to make me become interested in these I wouldn’t have be in a thousand years. It’s.. fascinating.”

His body writhes beneath his words, muscles pulled right against his bones. The skeleton is unlike anything human just from what you see. Ever changing – a formless shape attempting to keep configuration. Jutting with each chuckle, his expressionless face contorts; reality blending to make room for the perverse allusion that is his true shelf. Digits curl and stretch the flesh even further; threatening to break the barrier keeping whatever inside. Your body tell you to run; somehow knowing if any of . A covetous existence wanting to swallow you whole. With a blink of an eye, he returns to “normal”.

“Sorry about that. Having you here does.. things to me. I was keen on letting you enjoy your vacation, possibly for the rest of your day’s; but the thought of you by my side sidetracked those plans. A treat like you will be a hit with our audience. I'd never let them anywhere near you though. Call it penalty for losing.”

You glance back at the crowd. In the massive sea, your able to make out the shadow of a nametag pinned to one’s shirt and a pair of headphones on another.

“So everyone out there … lost?”

“Ding ding ding. Smart as ever, Y/n. Unfortunately, there will always be repercussions in life, but I’d say this one isn’t so bad. They get a front row seat to the show and if they’re lucky… they get to play a part in it too.”

His voice fluctuates at the end of the sentence; hard to point out who he was impersonating.

“My eyes in the streets, but of course eyes do wonder sometimes; such as what happened earlier. It was rude to send you, but I’ll forgive him this time. Of course, you were never in any danger. You could say I was in your pocket the entire time. Our guests never wanted to harm you either. Just a little pressure to get you talking. Enough with the questions, least from your end. It’s fine for the final question.”

The concluding praise is unlike all before it; shrieks high to false heavens and soulful. Host places his hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward to their eminence delight. He cranes his body down to your height; grip firm as he breathes.

“Listen to those people. They love you. We all want you to stay. You’ll be awarded with whatever your mortal body desires, long as you remain under our gaze. We'll have plenty of guests, but the spotlight will always be on you. Our everlasting star. If you answer correctly you win. We all do.”

“For the grand prize of eternity, will you be my co-host?”

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searchingforgravity · 5 months

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Have You Been Good (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis gives you a call while he's away because he receives a rather bold letter from you in the mail.

TW: Dirty talk, smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, slight masochism

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1441

A/N: I was inspired to write this fic when I listened to the recording of Elvis and Anita's phone conversation. At one point, I thought I heard him be a little suggestive and wanted to explore that...enjoy!

"Hey Baby."

Elvis' soft mumble into the phone lulls you further into your sheets. It's silent in the background, so you assume he's back in his hotel room.

"Hi honey. Are you back in your hotel room?"

"Yes."

There is a slight pause. Sometimes, he's not much of a talker, but you don't mind. You like tell him about your day, and he hasn't complained about hearing it yet.

"How was your day?" you ask, playing with the cuticals on your fingers.

You hear him sigh as he adjusts his position on the hotel bed.

"It was alright. I uh- I got your letter in the mail today, little" he whispers into the phone, making you blush.

This letter was a letter you had written when you were particularly needy for him. You had written brash and explicit things in that letter.

"Oh. Y-You did?" you squeak, your previous confindence now gone.

"Mhm," he mumbles on the other end, hesitating slightly.

Your cheeks are burning. You hadn't thought about what would happen after he'd seen your letter. You are about to change the subject when he speaks up again, his words making you catch your breath.

"Have you been a good little baby?"

He had never talked to you this way on the phone before, but you aren't oblivious to what he's trying to do. You blush as you try to think of a response, completely tongue tied.

"W-What?" you stutter, nerves coursing through you.

"Have you been a good little baby?" he asks again, a hint of desperation in his voice, and it's impossible for you to mistake what he's trying to do.

A surge of pleasure courses through you at his words. You can't help the nervous chuckle that slips from your mouth.

"Elvis," you breathe, not sure how to respond.

"I'm excited for you," he mumbles, almost inaudibly, making you suck in a breath.

"Elvis!" you say louder, though you're now sitting up in bed, hanging onto his every word.

"Please, I've been a good little baby," he breathes, quite desperately, making you bite your lip involuntarily.

You hesitate slightly as you try to think of a response.

"Have you been?"

He groans at your words.

"I've been so good, baby. Been touchin' myself to your letter all damn day. Have you been thinkin' of me? Been a good baby?"

You gasp at his confession, arousal pooling to your core. You don't know how to handle the turn of this conversation. He's never tried to do this with you. But then, you've never sent him a letter like that before. You're glad now that you had.

"Y-Yes," you whisper, your cheeks flushing furiously.

"Yes what? Tell me, mama," he groans, making you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Yes, I've been a good little baby," you say, making your voice sound airy the way you know turns him on.

You hear him groan louder, and it's not hard for you to guess what he's doing on the other line.

"Elvis! A-Are you...?" you start, but can't finish, your cheeks flushing at the realization of what he's doing.

"I can't help it, little. Want you so bad it hurts," he mutters, his words slurring together as pleasure courses through his body.

"I-I want you to touch yourself. Can you do that for me, baby?" he mumbles, his baby voice coming back.

"Elvis.." you whisper, embarassment coursing through you, though the arousal is stronger.

"There ain't no one listenin', sweet one. I-It's just you 'n me," he groans, and you envision him touching himself the way he would sometimes while you two would be intimate.

He loves when you watch him, says it gets him all hot. It honestly gets you all hot too.

"Oh God, Elvis," you groan, embarrassment flooding through every inch of you as you look to your bedroom door at Graceland, making sure you remembered to close it firmly.

You and Elvis have almost been caught with him kissing on you more times than you'd like to count. The rumble of Elvis' moan echos through the phone as he hears your voice and recognizes resignation in it.

"W-Well slow down! Let me get comfortable," you hiss into the phone, hearing him already getting carried away with himself.

"M'Sorry, baby, just hurts so bad. I miss you, honey," he slurs together, whiny and breathless.

Your head lulls back as you hear his voice, the tone doing things to your body that you sometimes wished you weren't so privy to. Trailing your hand down your stomach, your mind goes back to all the times Elvis would press against you in pure desire, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear.

"E-Elvis, I need you so bad. I'm aching for you," you whisper, not trusting yourself to raise your voice much higher as your hand reaches your throbbing core.

The moan on the other end of your phone makes you suck your bottom lips between your teeth, a whine threatening to escape your throat.

"Oh, little, say it again."

You do as you're told, causing a slur of hushed profanities to escape his lips.

"Are you touching yourself? Oh baby, I was missin' you so much, t-then I get that damn letter. I can hardly stand it, not bein' with you. Wanna touch you so bad. I wanna make you feel good, honey. Wanna do all those things you wrote in that letter. D-Didn't know you liked some of those things."

You finally let a weak moan escape your lips as your head leans back against the pillows, your finger circling your swollen nub. Your face flushes the slightest bit from the memory of some of the things you had written in that letter. One of them being a fantasy you had for quite some time; one that you were a little worried to tell him.

"You wanna do...everything?" you whine out, your eyes closing at the pleasure your hand is giving you.

"Yes, mama, so bad. I-I'd never hurt ya', you know that right?"

"I know, Elvis. You don't think it's-"

"I think it made me painfully hard to think of. M-My hand 'round that pretty throat of yours. Fuck, little..."

The mere thought of him enjoying your fantasy causes you to groan out, your movements on your core becoming more frantic.

"God, Elvis..." you whine, your eyes now squeezed shut as you think of how good it would feel having his hand around your throat.

"You'd like that, baby? My hand squeezin' ya? Tell me, mama. Fuck, tell me how bad you want it," he groans out more urgently than before.

"I want it so bad. W-Whenever I see your hands, I think about how they'd feel around me. I think of it so much, Elvis. I-I want it to hurt...just a little."

"Baby," he whines, his breaths coming out in soft gasps.

He seems to be getting off to this fantasy just as much as you are.

"I'd never hurt ya' though. Y-You know I couldn't. Couldn't hurt my baby..." he trails, lost in pleasure.

You bite your lip harshly, your pleasure close to it's peak, the soft groans from your boyfriend only urging you on.

"Just want you to take what's yours," you whimper into the phone.

"Fuck, mama. Goddamn, I'm close. Shit, baby, the things you're doin' to me."

"I need you, Elvis. Need you so bad."

"Gonna give you everything you need, baby. Everything. Promise," he grumbles.

You feel a snap as your pleasure reaches its peak, overflowing as a soft cry leaves your lips. You hear Elvis following suit as a muffled shout rings through the phone, followed by a string of profanities. You softly ride yourself through your orgasm before removing your hand from your heat, your chest heaving and your mind buzzing from the exertion. Your mind is so fogged for a second that you don't hear Elvis calling to you on the phone.

"Little, can you hear me?"

"Yes, sorry honey, I'm just..." you trail, slightly embarrassed in the aftermath of your orgasm.

You hear a soft, tired sounding chuckle from him.

"Feeling good?" he questions, his tone a little teasing.

"Elvis," you sigh, your hand coming to pull the covers over your slightly exposed body.

"Sorry, I was sayin' I love you, honey."

You smile.

"I love you too."

"A-And, I'm really turned on now. Wish I could feel ya'. I'll do everything on that damn letter. I'll do just about anything if you tease me like this."

You smirk to yourself. That is good to know for the future.

"I can't wait for you to come home, Elvis."

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nrdmssgs · 7 months

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Best part of his life

Masterlist Angst Pairing: König X afab reader TW: No mentions of death, but this all is an allusion. AN: Sorry, guys, I know, you come here for comfort. I'll be back with it in some time, promise.

The best days of his life started with a mission. It was a huge success: he and his team were so effective, they managed to end a whole operation a week earlier than it was originally planned. König was proud of his men and happy to return home, return to her so soon.

He can barely restrain himself from calling her - he doesn't want to spoil the surprise. A bouquet of fresh cut flowers is lying on the seat next to him. König touches tender petals and smiles, remembering her soft lips. The lips, that he hasn't ever kissed yet, but this time he sure will - now that she confessed her feelings before his deployment - he is not afraid, that they are on the different pages.

König never noticed, how close to the KorTac base she lived. Previously, the journey from the base seemed endlessly long, but now he only managed to get on the train and barely look around - and it was already time for him to get off. For the first time, he isn't bothered by a crowded station, noisy streets and cars leaving little to no space on the sidewalks. All that matters now is his destination and fresh flowers with drops of morning dew on green leaves.

He doesn't have to knock on her door, as someone left it open. König slips into the hallway just before the front door slams shut by the wind.

"Schatzt?" He calls her, and, not receiving any answer, searches for her in every room.

He's already starting to worry when he finally gets to the kitchen. She sits at the table, staring straight ahead. Large tears roll down her cheeks.

"My love, what's wrong?" He lets go of the bouquet and rushes towards her. She doesn’t answer him - she just exhales and her whole body shakes with a strangled sob.

König takes her hands and kisses them. Once, then again and again... Then he turns his gaze to the table. In front of her lies an opened envelope from the KorTac.

"Verdamte Idioten, diese Mistkerle hätten mir diesen Brief schicken sollen, wahrscheinlich ist es nur eine Gehaltsabrechnung für das Finanzamt!*" Konig notices, he is shouting. She was always afraid, when someone raised a voice in her presence. But now, she doesn't flinch or cover her ears. She sits absolutely still, looking down.

"Oh no-no-no, I'm so sorry, Schatzi! I didn't mean to scare you, my poor little love. Here, look at me, I'm smiling, I'm happy, no drama here, I promise." She doesn't react to his words, so he continues to cover her hands in kisses, hugs her tightly, strokes her hair. In a desperate attempt to distract her, König cups her face and gives her a long and incredibly soft kiss on the lips. When he realizes what he just did, his heart skips a beat. He shuts his eyes for a long moment, too afraid to see fear and anger in her face. But when he finally looks back at her - she looks calm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want our first kiss to be this... out of blue, I guess." He presses his forehead to hers. "Its just... I've been dreaming about it since you sent me that message with confession. I was daydreaming to come back home and do it. I had this crush on you for god knows how long, but hadn't the guts to make the first move... A-a-a-and, I'm talking too much, yeah?"

He laughs, brings her closer and hides her subtle figure in a tight embrace. Peppering her face with kisses, he mumbles, "Don't worry, my love, I'll never leave you from now on. No more letters from KorTac - I won't come back to them. From now on, I'm yours. Only yours."

If anyone asked him - König won't be able to say, how did he grow so bold with physical touches suddenly. Must it's her charm, or he just never was so desperately in love before.

Every next day of his life is better than the last one. They walk together, he helps her learn German, tells her stories from his childhood, reads her his favorite books, or just lays his head on her lap, as she is watching TV, sitting on the sofa.

König couldn't ask for a better life. He is so happy with it - he is even ok with her crying sometimes and never setting her kitchen table for them two. He genuinely understands, how overwhelming this love can feel - König himself is ready to burst into happy tears every other minute, he sees her. So there is no big problem in him to drop whatever he is currently doing and rush to her when he hears sobs. And when he sees only one set of tableware ready... Who is he to judge - König lived alone for so long, he would probably do the same automatically. So he just chuckles, takes out another plate and sits near her.

At first, he hesitates to sleep in her bed. "It's ok, I'll spend this night on the couch," says he, watching, as she goes to a bathroom before going to sleep. But one night he wakes up from whispers from her bedroom.

"I'm so cold without you, König... So cold."

He gets up from the sofa, hesitantly approaches her bed, and freezes. No, he's not going to lunge at her the minute she lets him get closer. But he still remembers how scared she was when they first met. He obviously seemed too dangerous, too big, too strong. Now König is ready to do anything just to prove to her that he needs all this strength, all his skills in order to protect her. For her, he is absolutely harmless.

"Why aren't you here, under this blanket..."

"I... I didn't know, you... needed me." Suddenly his mouth goes dry. He carefully climbs under her blanket, presses against her back, and drowns in the sweet scent of her hair.

"I love you." He brushes hair from her face.

"You will never be alone. Never be cold again, I promise." His lips brush against the back of her neck.

"I won't ever hurt you, love." He holds her in the most tender and warm embrace and watches as she slowly falls asleep. König is happy that her body is no more as tense as it was every time, he stepped too close. He is so happy that he does not even notice how the morning comes.

For breakfast, she again sets the table only for herself. But this doesn't upset him. Nothing will ever upset him.

Verdamte Idioten, diese Mistkerle hätten mir diesen Brief schicken sollen, wahrscheinlich ist es nur eine Gehaltsabrechnung für das Finanzamt!* - Damn idiots, those bastards should have sent this letter to me, it's probably just a payslip for the tax office!*

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

~•~

So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

~•~

Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

~•~

That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

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Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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