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danishpastri · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s

BTD/TPOF As Your Valentine

Strade

He’s surprised at first. You got him chocolates? Where did you even get them? The collar on your neck made it so you couldn’t leave, and you didn’t know your address.

He shrugs it off and starts eating the chocolates immediately. He almost didn’t see the note next to the heart-shaped box, but when he finally reads it.

He smiles, “Ah… I’m going to wreck them later.” He hums as he eats with his mouth full of chocolate.

“Ooh, this one’s filled with caramel.”

Lawrence

He’s starstruck

“H-Huh? Valentine’s Day? Uhm… thank you. I didn’t get you something though. I-Is that okay?”

He’s all red and nervous, constantly fighting with his hands as he stares down at the chocolates. He doesn’t want to eat them. They were a gift from you, and it would feel wrong to eat.

So he doesn’t… he never opens the box and lets it become a decoration piece, letting it rest up against a wall.

You make a reminder to yourself to just give him a card next year.

Ren

He’s so excited. He got you chocolates as well, fox themed.

He has a whole date planned with you. Movie time together is always fun with him, but he actually chose a romance movie to watch instead of the usual gore.

It’s a special day, one where you two can be together for as long as possible.

He’s also definitely going to give you head.

He’s between your legs with a knife against your skin, and he’s carving a heart into your upper thigh.

Rire

“Oh? You know, I have heard of a Valentine’s gift before, but I never thought I’d actually receive one.”

He’s gives you a small kiss. “I’ll make sure to keep this for as long as I live, darling.”

You and him then proceed to have a long night filled with red wine, a fine dinner, and love making.

You wake up the next day with bruises and bite marks littering your shoulders, back, thighs, and arms.

Sano

He got you flowers, roses with thorns. He gets down on one knee to give them to you.

He’s quite romantic, taking you out for dinner at a restaurant.

He bought you an outfit as well as one for himself. He wanted both of you to look as dashing as possible while you ate.

He’s holding your hand while you eat, making it quite hard to cut your steak.

Once you two reach home, you take a shower together then go to sleep.

But who says there weren’t naughty times occurring during that shower

Vincent

He’s astonished. He finds you laying in bed with new lingerie that he didn’t know you bought.

You don’t go on a date or anything fancy.

Just countless hours of breeding until all of your holes are leaking.

He does give you tons of aftercare, giving you a hot bath afterwards while he rubs you up and down with a towel.

Cain

He’s going to make you the nicest steak dinner in the whole world.

He’ll eat you out afterwards too. He gets two nice meals that day >;p

Lots of romantic shit. He gets in with you in your bathtub, makes you food, makes love to you.

All the romantic date cliches

Derek

You gave him chocolates? He’s not too grateful. You give him flowers? He doesn’t care.

“Oh? It’s Valentine’s Day? I didn’t know. Whoops, guess you aren’t getting anything ‘till next year.”

He doesn’t really care about the holiday, but he’ll still fuck you (he already does that practically every day though).

Celia

Just like Sano, she’ll take you out for dinner. She’ll wear a beautiful dress while she does; it’s black with velvet material, and it doesn’t show much skin.

She’ll bring you home afterwards and gladly sit on your face.

You shower with her after making love, and you both can’t stop touching each other.

You fall asleep naked while in each other’s arms and smiles on your faces

Mason

“Darlin? I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was today. I, uh… was planning to give you this on your birthday though.”

He hands you a wood-carved heart; although it’s not cute and stylistic. It’s an atomically accurate replica of a real heart but made out of wood.

He’s trying hard to be romantic. Just give him time. He’s used to only having murder on the mind.

You two will get chairs and sit by the lake, watching the sunset go down together as you hold hands and talk about your days.

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koolades-world · 4 months

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Christmas in the Devildom

Christmas wasn’t something the Devildom celebrated before your arrival. It felt inherently wrong, and to the brothers, strange to celebrate the birth of what could only be considered an estranged brother to them. Jesus always was the favorite anyways, considering he got a whole holiday. But once you arrived, and they saw how important things like this were to you, they began to grow accustomed more human traditions.

Diavolo wholeheartedly threw himself, and his kingdom, into the festivities. If there wasn’t already snow, he arranged for magical fake snow. Christmas tree tents and Christmas shops appeared everywhere. He even went as far as to dress up as Santa on a few occasions. The Little D’s were made into elves which Dia thought was hilarious.

Lucifer needed to stop Mammon from stealing gifts, both his and others, and Asmo from peaking, so he went as far as curse the gifts. Anyone who’s touched them and taken them further than the tree had the word “naughty” written across their forehead. Diavolo thought this was very festive and funny, so he took a present on purpose so he could have it too. Lucifer was not amused. Satan tried and failed to trick Lucifer into getting it written on his forehead too. He ended up with on his own forehead and had to cover it with a Santa hat he deemed ugly.

After learning Christmas wasn’t really a thing in the Devildom, you took the place by storm and showed them all your favorite traditions. Christmas baking, gingerbread houses, white elephant, tree and house decorating, and so much more. You couldn’t believe on how much they were missing out on. You recruited the Purgatory Hall residents for help, but Solomon was “promoted” to supervisor when it came to anything cooking or baking. Both Luke and Simeon were already acquainted with the idea of Christmas and were more than happy to help. According to Solomon, it has been at least 100 years since he last celebrates Christmas, so he was rusty but willing to learn again.

You, Simeon, Luke, and Barbatos had a gingerbread house building competition. To be honest, all you had going for you was your Christmas spirit, but at least the others offered to make it a 2v2. Barbatos offered to be on your team and together you made a replica of the Demon Lord's Castle. Despite being there and actively helping for the full creation, you still don't know how it happened. Luke and Simeon ended up making a replica of Purgatory Hall. The judges (Diavolo, Lucifer, and Solomon) could not come to a consensus and it ended in a draw. The brothers, minus Lucifer, attempted and failed to make a replica of the House of Lamentation. It's safe to say they would not have won.

The brothers and a few other demons became enamored with the ideas of mistletoe and they all tried to catch you under it on many occasions. You made sure to distribute the kisses evenly to make sure one wasn’t getting more than they were owed and you yourself went out after those who you thought weren’t being proactive. Surprisingly, Belphie got in the most. You stopped counting after Christmas Day but he kept on using the mistletoe until New Years. You originally thought he carried it in his pockets with him, but you checked yourself while he was asleep and found nothing. Honorable mentions went to Levi, who tried his hardest but only actually got about two kisses in since he kept backing out.

You also made sure Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, with help of course. Beel and Lucifer were perfect for setting up the tree and other decorations that needed to be up high. Mammon was great help on Christmas morning since he tended to follow you around like a lost puppy, and Asmo was very helpful for Christmas dinner. Levi helped you cover all your bases with presents since he was surprisingly good at wrapping ang selecting gifts to give. In conjunction with Barbatos, they coordinated the secret Santa. Everyone was happy with their presents!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!! Dealing with slight writers block right now so apologies for the lack of content but please enjoy what I do manage to put out <3

#obey me #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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milaisreading · 1 year

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Hiii good morning i was reading ur manager series and am totally in love with it specially the scenes where rin and reo decide to use their captain and rich-boy powers (the plushie one is my absolute fav) and i was wondering if i could request shidou and sae/kaiser/ness reaction to yns plushie or keychain? More than anyone else i wanna know shidous reaction🤭

Author : I didn't expect that story to be so popular since I came up with it at like 3 am☠️ but I hope you like this and thank you for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Shidou:

"Blue Lock is really that big now?" Loki commented as him and a few of his teammates were in the changing room of PXG, looking at a phone.

"Yeah! My sister wanted to buy one of the plushies and the site crashed like 3 times."

"Geez. Blue Lock 11 have boy group level fame." One chuckled as Shidou walked in, confused with the commotion.

"What are you guys looking at?" The blonde asked as he walked up closer, with the teammate showing him his screen.

"The guys who beat you, Blue Lock have now merch. Every girl or guy I know won't stop talking about them. My sister ordered like a collection of these plush toys."

"Haha my brother ordered all the keychains." Shidou was amused at the revelation, taking a mental note to tease Rin about it later.

"My sister has been complaining how hard it was to get the (Y/n) plush toy version. Every time there was a restock it got like sold out in a matter of minutes."

Now that was something Shidou had great interest in. The manager of Blue Lock has plushies? Shidou wanted to laugh.

'Hah! This is gold! But why would anyone buy that? A smaller version of (Y/n)? The whole replica? Small and soft...' Shidou's thoughts wandered off and he felt giddiness the more he imagined the item.

"Shidou, where are you going? We still need to train?" Loki called out as the taller walked out.

"I need to make fun of Rin for that plush toy of his!"

"Not again." Loki sighed and facepalmed.

The same night Shidou went on the Blue Lock website, where he found the said plush toy of the girl, and with absolutely no 2nd thought bought it.

'So adorable~' The boy grinned.

'I think 10 of these are a reasonable number.'

Sae:

Once in a while Sae would travel back to Japan to visit Blue Lock and his brother. Although he spent most of the time around (Y/n), trying to get her to join Madrid as their manager. The idea itself would be shut down by not only (Y/n), but also by Rin, who by now wouldn't leave the girl's side if he was around. This visit was a little bit different though. Since it was holiday season, Ego and Anri has sent everyone home and Sae was bummed a little. His brother wouldn't tell him anything relating to (Y/n).

'Brat.' Sae would roll his eyes at Rin's glares and him telling the older how his manager was none of Sae's business. The two weeks in Japan went by pretty quickly and it was Sae's time to go back. His mom, dad and Rin would drive him to the airport.

"It's in Rin's room?" Sae asked as his mom nodded her head.

"Yeah, I left your scarf there on accident, can you please get it? We need to hurry up to the airport and Rin is already outside."

Sae sighed and nodded his head, walking to the familiar door.

Opening it, Sae immediately spotted his red scarf and went to take it, only to freeze up when he noticed something on Rin's bed. On it was a smaller and softer version of (Y/n) staring up at him. Sae stood there for a moment and then quickly walked to the bed, picking the item up.

Sae stared at the soft toy in awe, astonished with how detailed it was.

'She looks adorable... nearly as adorable as the real (Y/n)? Where did Rin even find this? And why us he so reckless with it...' Sae sighed, patting (Y/n)'s head over and over.

"Sae! Hurry up!"

He turned to the door as his mother called for him. Sae shook his head and put the plush toy in his backpack and then took his scarf.

"Since you refused to tell me anything, I am taking (Y/n) with me. She is too adorable for Rin, anyways."

The next day, Sae was in his room and hugging the plush toy, enjoying the softness.

'So cute... so soft... I wonder if the real (Y/n) is even better to hug.' Sae's moment of peace was interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Hello." He said, already knowing who it is. He has been ignoring Rin's calls ever since he landed in Madrid.

"You thief! Did you take her?!" Rin yelled, obviously upset that his plushie was missing.

"Yes. She is really soft." Sae taunted.

"You bastard! I will come to Madrid and beat your ass!" Rin threatened.

"Do it and I will tell (Y/n) you had this thing to begin with. Imagine how much easier it will be to get her on my club then." Sae smirked as he got no answer in return and ended the call.

'Mine.' He thought as he hugged the plushie closer to himself.

Kaiser:

"What are you even looking at, Ness?" Kaiser raised his eyebrow as he saw his teammate and close friend smiling down at his phone.

'He looks like a child in a candy store.' Kaiser thought as Ness looked up at him in surprise, before showing him his phone.

"My package arrived today! I can't wait till I pick it up." The boy admitted as Kaiser went over the tracking history.

"From Japan? What did you even get there?"

"Huh? You didn't see it?" Ness wondered, making Kaiser even more confused.

"See what? Stop talking in circles."

"Blue Lock just released new merch and restocks-"

"Ness... please don't tell me you bought merch from THEM?"Kaiser asked in disbelief. As far as he knew, the only person in Blue Lock Ness liked was (Y/n).

'But there is no way they made merch of her. It's always about the players, not managers.' Kaiser thought.

"There was a cute plushie of (Y/n) and her figurine as well as a keychain... I had to get it!" Ness defended with an embarrassed look.

"Hold up... there is merch of her?" Kaiser wondered as Ness nodded his head.

"Yes! The plushie looks so adorable, I can't wait till I hold it." Ness cheered while Kaiser went to look at the item.

"Hmmm..."

A few weeks later...

It was late at night in Japan as (Y/n)'s phone rang. Panicked and still dizzy from her sleep, she took her phone and answered it.

"Helloo?" She slurred out, wondering who it could be.

"What a day to be alive, you never told me you had merch!" Kaiser laughed from the other side.

"Kaiser? Do you even know how late it is here? And what about the merch?" (Y/n) asked, a little annoyed but she was too tired to argue.

"It's kinda cute that my little Liebling is a star now. Don't forget about me when your merch sells out." Kaiser laughed.

"Shut up! I want to sleep!" She yelled but Kaiser kept on going and (Y/n) was forced to listen to his talk for another 10 minutes.

Kaiser on the other hand was sitting in his living room as the (Y/n) plushie sat on his lap, getting headpats from time to time.

Ness:

Ness was honestly not expecting to fin anything interesting the evening after a training. It was honestly normal, he showered, ate his dinner and went on his phone, to see what Blue Lock were up to. In all honesty he just wanted to see if there were any pictures or video clips with (Y/n) in them. But instead of that, he found an announcement on new merch.

"Huh? Plushies, keychains and figurines?" Ness mumbled and opened the link, boredly scrolling down the site as all of them were from players.

"Boring-" Ness stopped himself as he saw a familiar shade of (h/c) hair and stopped. Blinking at the items that were displayed, Ness took in the plushie, keychain and figurine that was displayed of (Y/n), all tiny and adorable.

"I need this. I don't even know what I entered this site for again." Ness mumbled as she put the items into the cart.

"You bought it?!" (Y/n) yelled from the other side of the phone. Ness giggled and hugged the plushie of the girl.

"Yeah! You have no idea how soft it is! I have been hugging it ever since it came hours ago." Ness said as the line went quiet for a moment.

"...and what do you think? How is the merch of me?" (Y/n) asked nervously as Ness looked down lovingly at her plushie replica.

"It's cute! Very soft and I love how well detailed it is. It's nearly as cute as you."

"A-ah?! You think so?! I... I need to go now and talk with Ego-san over something! See you, Ness!"

"See ya~" Ness said and ended the call, then looked down at the plushie again.

"So cute..." He smiled, giving a small kiss to the toy's forehead.

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gachawolfiebloom · 28 days

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A Grumpy Troll and A Prince

Chapter 1: Lives of Misery and Joy

Tags: Comedy, action, adventure, and romance

Once upon a time...

In a happy forest, in the happiest tree lived the happiest creatures ever known...

The trolls!

These cute and tiny creatures loved nothing more than to sing, dance, and hug, dance, and hug, and sing, and dance, and sing, and hug, and dance-

Well you get the idea -_-

But then one day the trolls were discovered by a bergen!

The bergens didn't know how to sing, dance, or hug. They were the most miserable creatures in all the land. Once they saw how happy the trolls were, they wanted some of that happiness for themselves.

Eating a troll made them feel so happy that they started a tradition...

Once a year, every year, the bergens would gather around the troll tree to taste true happiness.

On a holiday called...TROLLSTICE!!!

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The king of the bergens was fast asleep until the door slammed open. His son, prince X was already up and had come to wake his father up.

"Good morning dad!"

It was very early in the morning so it was going to be quite hard to get him up at this hour. "Dad wake up!" He was quite pestering, but since he was just a kid it was perfectly understandable why X had so much energy.

He began jumping over the bed as he just kept shouting "Dad! Dad! Dad!" If this exhaustion continued then they might miss this special day. With not a second to lose, the prince grabbed the king's chest hairs and ripped them clean off at full force.

"AHHHHHH!!!!" The king's eyes shot open and he yelled "X! What time is it?" The young prince squealed as he replied "It's trollstice!"

The castle doors flew open as the king yelled out to all of his kingdom "Trollstice! Our one day to be happy!" All of the bergens didn't spare a second as they all hurried to the troll tree that was in the middle of town. They all chanted "We want trolls! We want trolls! We want trolls!"

As they all gathered around the troll tree, a familiar voice addressed the crowd.

"Please give it up for your keeper of the trolls. Your master of happiness. Your royal entertainer..."

The figure that the voice belonged to turned around to find that it was...

"Me."

It was none other than the TV Adware, Mr Puzzles himself. All the bergens cheered, which pleased him very much. He did love a good show after all. "This is a very special trollstice as one of us has never tasted a troll before." The young prince in the crowd gasped. "He's talking about me!" Mr Puzzles stuck a hand out to X .

"Prince X, your time has come." The king gave a warm smile to his son as he reassured him that he had been quite the nervous one when he had his first troll. The prince nodded and took his royal entertainer's hand.

"I present you to the ways of true happiness."

He opened the gate to the tree and pointed to a flower that was sitting on a branch. "I have chosen a extra special troll for you." He took the supposed "troll" and bent down to the little bergen.

"The happiest, most positive, sweetest troll of all...and because every prince deserves royalty, I give you the one they call prince Smg4!"

In pure excitement, X snatched the troll out of Mr Puzzle's hands and whispered "Please make me happy Smg4." He stuck him in his mouth and began chewing. The ominous TV man watched with a smug and curious grin.

"What are you feeling?"

Suddenly, the prince spit out the troll in disgust. "That's rotten!" It actually wasn't a troll at all. Mr Puzzles examined it to find it was only a wooden replica of the actual prince. "It's...fake!?"

"FAKE!?"

Mr Puzzles turned towards the tree in shock and kicked it, causing thousands of copies to rain down, teasing the entertainer for being tricked like that. X started to get worried as his breath quickened. "They're gone!?" The king's anger started to rise as he sternly asked "Where are they..."

Mr Puzzles stuck his hands out defensively and said "Don't worry. I'll find them!" The prince could hear some kind of disturbance in the ground as he placed his head down closer to the ground. It sounded like...the pitter patter of little feet?

Underneath the tunnels, all the trolls were hurrying to escape this hellhole of a kingdom. "Here comes Smg4!" The trolls passed along the little prince up to his father. He had just been born and it was very crucial that the poor little troll was protected at all costs. The king of the trolls breathed a sigh of relief when his son was safe in his arms. "There's my little prince."

One of the trolls informed him that some of the others couldn't keep up. The king had sworn to make sure that none of the trolls were left behind and he was intended to keep that promise. He scooped up any troll that couldn't make it and generously used his clothes to cover mud puddles.

It started to become increasingly harder to catch up as the tunnels were broken into by shovels and pickaxes. What could be going on up there? That question was answered as all the bergens were ferociously digging away on the surface while the king yelled out "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! MAKE MY SON HAPPY!"

Mr Puzzles grabbed a pickaxe and yelled back "HE WILL BE HAPPY!" as he threw it into the ground. As the tunnels were collapsing, that very tool used to slash the ground had caught the king and he was stuck. A shovel was about to block the path so in a flash of heroism, he threw the injured trolls he was carrying to safety.

Luckily they all had made it to the end with the others, but one thing was missing. Where was the king?

"I don't think the king made it..."

They all gasped as it was fair to assume that their heroic and brave leader was dead. He had sacrificed himself for his kingdom. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a voice echoed through the tunnel.

"When I said no troll left behind, I meant it!"

The king was okay and...*ahem* uh lacking some body coverage.

One of the trolls realized someone was missing as he piped up "Wait! Where is prince Smg4?" The king gave a reassuring look and said "Don't worry. He's safe." He pulled the prince out from his hair as the cute baby chanted "No troll left behind!"

"Awwww." That was the most adorable thing they had seen all day. The king got back to the matter at hand as he ushered all his subjects away from this terrible place. "But we'll be a lot safer the further we get from bergen town." The trolls had all successfully escaped and were off to find a new place to call home.

Meanwhile at bergen town, the bergens had formed an angry mob and took away Mr Puzzles. "That's right! Take him away! Get him out of my sight!" No matter how much this adware struggled to escape, he could not break free from the angry grasps of the citizens.

"YOU ARE HERBY BANISHED FROM BERGEN TOWN FOREVER!!!"

When the overcome could not be achieved by physical force, Mr Puzzles tried to convince them to give him a second chance. "We can all be happy again! I'll find the trolls!"

They tossed him into the dirt and closed off the passage into the kingdom. Getting up and wiping mud off his face, Mr Puzzles was very irritated on losing his status and reputation. He had a broken antenna and a glitching screen while replying with a cold expression "And I'll shove them down your ungrateful throats..."

Poor X watched the chaos outside as he went up to his dad to ask him a question. "Dad...I never got to eat a troll. What's going to make me happy now?" The king's servant, FM, who was just as old as the young prince, watched the conversation while cleaning the floor.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You will never be happy."

X sulked and wallowed with one final reply. "Never?" His father nodded and the realization sunk in that he would be miserable for the rest of his life. FM couldn't help but feel sorry for the prince as there was a strong feeling that just wanted to make him comfort that young bergen. With nothing but cleaning duties to do, FM sighed and got back to work.

After days of searching, the trolls finally found what they were looking for. A beautiful forest that was filled with luscious resources. The king looked at the sight and announced to his citizens "Here! This is where we will rebuild our civilization! It has everything we need. Fresh air, clean water, and...SWEET ACOUSTICS!" The prince took out his cowbell and began banging it as a catchy rhythm began to play.

~20 years later~

The prince had just finished reading this very story to some troll children. "Twenty years ago today, the king made us safe and now every troll is free to live in perfect harmonyyyyy..." The kids joined in on the sweet sounding key. "That's why we hug every hour!" One of the kids cheered. "Yup!"

"I wish it was every half hour." One of the other kids replied. "So do I, but that wouldn't leave much time for singing and dancing would it?" Suddenly, a question of curiosity entered this innocent child's mind as they shyly raised their hand. "Prince Smg4? Do the bergens still want to eat us?"

"You bet!" They all gasped. Dang. Very subtle to drop that statement on a bunch of young children after reading that terrifying story...

"But just because it's the only way they'll ever be happy."

"Isn't there anything else that will make them happy?"

The young trolls tried to think of solutions that could solve this problem. If it still hadn't been resolved for 20 years then it seemed very unlikely to easily clear that up.

"What about having birthday parties?"

"Or slumber parties!"

"Or staring at your parents while they sleep."

"..."

"I don't want to be food!" Four came over and comforted the frightened little troll. "Don't worry. No troll ever will be." Now back to the more positive side of things as there was a special event going on tonight. "That's why we're celebrating with the biggest party ever! Everybody is going to be there!"

One of the trolls piped with interest about a certain someone. "Everybody...?" The prince was quite confident that "everybody" would be there and he was going to make sure of it. He took out the cowbell that he had ever since he was a baby and began banging it with excitement. The leaves of the plant that they were in, opened up as Four did what he did best.

"Everybody, move your hair and fell united! Ohhh!"

He danced down the staircase and began sliding down a stem as he used his hair to flip himself into the air.

"Everybody, shake your hair and feel united! Ohhhh!"

He began making dramatic poses that models do as the music pumped him up.

"Yeah!"

Four started to hand out invitations from a basket he was carrying for the big party.

"Everybody's coming to the celebration. Imma hook you up with your invitation. Let your hair swing and party with me. No bad vibes just love, you'll see."

He and Bob began to pull out some wicked dj skills on top of some kind of bug-like creature.

"Do the D-A-N-C-E. One-two-three-four fight! Stick to the B-E-A-T. Get ready to ignite!"

The bug creature exploded into hundreds of butterflies as Four and his friends all danced together with all the trolls and all the other creatures that seemed to live with them in the forest.

"You are such a P-Y-T. Catching all the lights. Just easy as A-B-C. That's how you make it right!"

Meggy pulled out a sick beatbox trap as she danced some fancy footwork.

"It ain't hard out here when you're doing it right. Put a smile on blast. That's the troll life!"

"And I'm here to help you through it! Come on Boopkins, I know you can do it!"

Boopkins was trying to lift a huge dumbbell as Four's confidence made him shoot it high into the sky. Using this as an opportunity, Four took the basket of invitations and dumped it down for all the trolls to collect one. Mario wanted to take a picture of his pet, Mario Junior with the invitation. He framed the picture on the wall and tapped his chin in thought.

"Still needs something..."

Luigi got an idea as he took some glitter and threw it on the picture. Mario stood in silence until he turned back to his brother and stared intensely at him.

"That's gay!"

Four and all of his friends, Mario, Meggy, Luigi, Bob, Boopkins, Tari, and Melony were singing and dancing on a leaf that was sliding down the same stem from earlier.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop the beat! I can't stop, can't stop, can't stop the beat! I won't stop, won't stop, won't stop the beat! Go!"

The trolls all began to hold hands as they danced and sang around the forest.

"Everybody, shake your hair and feel united! Ohhhh!"

Turns out troll hair could do a lot more than we knew because the trolls had made their hair blue and wavy to resemble and ocean while using leaves to make the boat while poor Boopkins was stuck as the sail.

"Sunshine day! Everybody's singing! Sunshine day! Everybody move your hair and feel united! Ohhh!"

The trolls began stacking themselves on top of each other with displays of rainbows, hearts, flowers, and of course...glitter.

"Yeah!"

They all breathed heavily as that performance was quite a mouthful. However, not everyone thought it was terrific...

Case in point, one troll was slowly clapping with an disapproving expression on his face. It was Smg3, the grumpiest troll in all of the village. He had quite the faded tone of skin and hair, a prickly beard, and of course, the sourest expression out of all the trolls. Unlike the others, the thought of singing and dancing made him disgusted and he hated all the trolls...especially the prince.

"Unbelievable guys. Really, really great. Good job. I COULD HEAR YOU FROM A MILE AWAY!"

"Good. I was worried we weren't projecting enough."

"Four. If I can hear you...so can the bergens."

The others all rolled their eyes and groaned in annoyance. Three was always complaining about the bergens and how they were going to come back to eat them all. It really made you wonder why he was the only one who was so concerned about this.

"Oh boy."

"Here we go again...🙄"

"Oh Three..."

"You always ruin everything."

"Warning us about the bergens."

Three looked confused. He didn't do it that much. Did he? Turns out he had ruined a birthday party, wedding, and even a funeral with that stupid bergen talk of his.

"Oh come on. We haven't seen a bergen in 20 years. They're not going to find us."

"No. They aren't going to find ME! Because I'll be in my highly camouflaged, heavily fortified, bergen-proof survival lair."

"You mean you aren't coming to the party tonight?"

The others tried to hype up and encourage him to come.

"But it's going to be the biggest..."

"LOUDEST..."

"The craziest party ever!"

Three couldn't believe these idiots. He never showed up to these things for the fear of what risks he was taking if he did.

"Big? Loud!? Crazy!? YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAD THE BERGENS RIGHT TO US!"

Mario was getting sick of this guy's attitude as he leaned over to Four and whispered "Are you sure you want to invite this party pooper to poop all over your party?" Four responded with a much more positive tone, despite these two being total opposites of each other.

"Yes! I think everyone deserves to be happy!"

"I don't do happy."

"Three, I know there is happiness inside you. You just need our help to find it."

He pulled out a creative looking invitation that had a little Three, holding a heart that said "Three you're invited!" The mini version of him sang "Celebrate freedom from the bergens!" Three didn't look impressed. That annoyed expression stayed stuck on his face, even when the card spit out glitter all over his face. Four on the other hand, looked at him with a willing face in hopes he would say yes.

"What do you say?"

Three's expression relaxed as he took the card, but then he threw it on the ground and stomped on it as hard as he could.

"Oh my god." Boopkins replied in shock. Nobody expected that, even though Three always acted like a jerk to them. He wiped the glitter off his face while making it perfectly clear to them (for the millionth time) that he would never attend one of these stupid parties.

"I wouldn't be caught dead at your party, but you will be. Caught and dead."

Suddenly, another troll came down from the sky with a more relaxed tone.

"Whoa whoa. Let's calm down here Three."

Tag6 hopped off a firefly that was carrying her, and embraced the sweet bug. "Thank you for my safe passage here. Goodbye." She waved farewell as the firefly flew off. Now let's clear things up shall we. She turned back to Three and said "Okay, first of all, thanks for sharing your unique perspective of things...again."

Mario and Meggy snickered a little as they exchanged glances with each other.

"But just for now, why don't you try a little positivity okay?"

Three sneered at the sweet, polite troll. He always had a grievance with her as she always seemed way too friendly with the other trolls. Not only that, but Four kind of seemed to like her and that only deepened There's hatred. He always tried to tell himself "Why should I care. It's not like I'm jealous or anything." Despite that, something bugged him about seeing those two get closer together.

"Okay fine. I'm positive that you all are going to get eaten."

A glint sound of chimes began to ring as it turned out that their hug time bracelets were going off. "Hug time!" They all squeezed together to include everyone, including Three. He tried to squirm his way out when Luigi wrapped his arms around him. That was the last straw. He pushed out and said to Four "Someday, when the bergens find us and the survival of every troll is in your hands, I sure hope the answer is singing, dancing, and hugging because that's all you know how to do!"

Mario tried to stand up for his friend as he shot back "That's not true! Smg4 can also make memes!"

Three looked angrily into Four's eyes and said one last thing that really hurt his feelings.

"I can't believe you're going to be king one day."

He then walked off with a bunch of sticks that he had collected for his evil villain lair of protection. Four sighed glumly as Tag6 went over to comfort him.

"Don't listen to him. He's just mean and toxic. Some of us just don't want to be happy."

"...I guess."

"You guessed right. Boop."

Tag6 booped his nose as Four smiled and they all went off to get ready for the party. Little did they know, a fearsome foe would soon make his arrival.

Chapter 2: An Unwanted Visitor

#comedy #adventure #action #romance #smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg4 au #smg34 fanfiction #trolls #trolls au #trolls movie #trolls bergens #smg4 trolls #trolls branch #trolls poppy

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witch of ages, cleft for me [part I]

🍯 honey flavour: Christmas-themed fluff and comfort

🐝 the bees: Eddie x greenwitch!reader, ft. The Gang (special appearance by Max Mayfield herself)

wc: 3.8k

Content warnings: weed mention, cussing, reader is given a nickname (Poppy), fem verbiage/motifs used for reader, r is a witch with a troubled home life, fluff, pov Eddie for part I.

foreword: new series alerrrrrt. self-inserty? MAYHAPS. I’ve endeavored to keep reader neutral enough for general x reader purposes while still givin’ her some flavour. please lmk if I need to update the cw to make things more clear. smut in later chapters planned so MDNI. happy readin’!

Christmas has never been Eddie’s favorite holiday.

When he was a kid, and his mom was still around, sure- he’d do the whole peppermint sticks in cocoa, snowman-making schtick, but that was ‘cuz his mom was his favorite person and, well, shit, he didn’t have any Scrooge-like tendencies back then. He was just a kid.

The lack of holiday cheer came later, settled in around teenage-dom, never quite left. Eddie can count on one hand the number of memorable Christmases he’s had, and this one sure won’t be added to the list.

Wayne had made a valiant effort that morning to distribute the cheer- holiday radio buzzing tinny over the stove while he flipped pancakes for the two of them. Didn’t even grouse at Eddie for taking a premature smoke break. Over breakfast, he’d slid a brown paper-wrapped parcel across the table and said, “Merry Christmas.”

“Wayne,” Eddie teased, slamming a hand in the middle of his chest, syrupy palm sticking to the old band t-shirt he was wearing- “I thought we said no gifts. You’re going soft on me, old man.”

“Old man my ass,” Wayne had muttered, but Eddie was already tearing into the paper.

It was a killer gift. Special edition Tolkein, bound in red leather, gold lettering and vines curling around the sides.

Eddie was stunned into silence as he turned the book over in his hands. Wayned tapped the edge of the chipped mug he held, thoughtfully.

“You survived this year, boy. That’s something to celebrate.”

Clearing his throat that’d gone stuffy with emotion, Eddie flipped through the pages reverently. “Well, shit. I keep up my living streak and you get me a sword replica next year, that what you’re tellin’ me?”

Wayne had chuckled, then risen from the table to ruffle his nephew’s hair. “Don’t push your luck, kid.”

He’d offered to take Eddie along on his Christmas Day Drive (as he’d called it, which was actually just code for Wayne and his fishing buddies getting sloshed on schnapps in some dingy Hawkins living room), but Eddie had declined (assuring Wayne that no, actually, he wasn’t gonna be moping around the house- in fact, Steve’s throwing a party and he’s gonna go).

Which they both knew was code for Eddie staying home and getting high. Wayne took his time getting out the door, shuffling around the kitchen, instructing Eddie to eat something in his absence, finally taking off in that rickety excuse for a pickup just before noon.

Which suited Eddie fine. Really. He was sprawled out on the couch now, arms lax above his head, dozing catlike, thinking about lighting up one of those joints rolling around under his bed. Trying not to think about you.

And sure, yeah, maybe he stayed home ‘cuz he was hoping you’ll call. The holidays are making him sentimental, not pathetic.

‘Kay, maybe a little pathetic.

You’d been over at the trailer last night, curled into his side on the couch while Wayne snoozed in the corner chair, It’s A Wonderful Life playing for no one in particular, when you’d told him quietly that you weren’t gonna be around the next day.

“You mean for Christmas?” He’d asked, rubbing a smooth path up and down your arm. “How come?”

Your fingers plucked a steady rhythm at one of his shirt buttons, head resting on his chest, so all he saw was the crown of your head while you explained. “I mean, I’d rather be here. With you and Wayne. It’s just… my dad asked me to hang out. And he never does, yanno? Least I can do is give my old man a few hours to try and make it up to me.”

Eddie was quiet for a bit. Even though you knew about his turbulent familial life (god knows he’d told you more about it than anyone else in his life- your fault for being such a goddamn good listener), he didn’t think a lecture about how disappointing fathers could be was quite appropriate.

So he’d said “Sure, sweetheart, if that’s what you want,” and he’d kissed the top of your head, breathing in that earthy blend of cardamom and sweet mint that you’d tapped into your skin that morning, and you’d thanked him for understanding and gave him a kiss so soft he could’ve cried.

You looked like you were going to cry, yourself, saying goodbye later that night in the doorway, backlit dreamily with soft streetlamps, arms wrapped tight around your frame to keep out the cold.

He’d kissed you goodbye once, twice, got a little goofy with it and pressed quick manic kisses across your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, your eyelids that were scrunched with amusement, as if he was trying to memorize your face with his lips.

“Just one day apart. We can do that, right?” He’d said, holding you at arm’s length, trying to assure himself just as much as you.

Your eyes were misty underneath the rim of your knitted hat, but you’d nodded, hiding the tremble in your bottom lip with a brave tilt to your chin. “Just one day apart.” And with a final kiss, you set off down the snow-covered path, waving a red-mittened hand over your shoulder before getting into your car.

So you weren’t gonna call today, Eddie knew that. He’d have you tomorrow, curled in his lap with that strange herbal tea that you were always trying to get him into, and you’d tell him all about your holiday with your dad that you lived with but barely knew.

Just one day apart. He could deal with that, right?

Eddie groans, scrubbing his hands over his face and turning belly-down into the couch.

The thing is, he’s not the overbearing type. At least, he tries not to be. But when you meet the girl of your dreams under circumstances such as the end of the world, you tend to be a little more on the anxious side of things.

Eddie can’t actually remember the last time you’ve spent more than a few hours at a time apart in the last four months; at first it was you playing nurse, tending to Eddie for weeks after the demobats had fucked him up, rotating from couch to makeshift floor-bed that was probably hell on your back. Not that you’d complained.

Those days were a narcotic-fueled haze in Eddie’s memories; the first week he really only surfaced when he smelled the bergamot wafting from your neck each time you leaned over to change his dressings, or when he heard the gentle tinkling of those delicate flower chain earrings and stacks of thin silver bracelets you wore.

And then your time spent by his side just sort of naturally… evolved, along with your feelings for each other. He’d been crushing since high school on the starry-eyed, quiet little thing that sat behind him in Kaminsky’s class. The fact that you were rumored to be a witch really only encouraged his flirting by the day.

You weren’t so easily enamored with him- not playing hard to get, necessarily, but you never seemed to have time for romance- what with your whole saving the world thing. Information that Eddie was now privy to, after all that Upside Down shit.

Eddie would have happily taken his crush to the grave (nearly did, he has Dustin to thank for dragging his bony ass topside) if it meant keeping things between you both smooth. Because it was smooth, easy, as natural as breathing, being around you. The fact that you made the first move as soon as he was healed up (on this very couch, no less) was a dream come true. You’d basically attacked his mouth, a story he loves to drag up at the most torturous times just to see you light up with embarrassment before he kisses it better.

So now you wear one of his guitar picks on a chain around your neck and he spends his spare change on moody 70s cassettes to stock in his van for the midnight drives he loves to take you on; neither of you want to put a boyfriend/girlfriend label on each other ‘cuz it feels weirdly trite, for the amount of intimacy you’ve got going on.

Belonging, though, that’s a phrase you’ve both used before, to each other. You’re mine. You belong to me. Said sweetly and chastely during backyard BBQ’s at the Harrington house, with possessive fierceness between open-mouthed kisses, whispered cozily under the cover of thin sheets and sprawling nights.

He was your boy, for sure. You were his girl. And fuck’s sake was this day without you dragging its goddamn heels.

Eddie pounds a closed fist into the couch cushion, petulantly, then shoves himself up and off, the metal chains at his hip clinking with the sudden movement. He roots around in his bedside table drawer, then the top of his bureau where you stash your clothes sometimes- clothes that probably still smell like you. If he’s gonna be pathetic, mind as well be really pathetic, right?

Eddie’s just pulling out one of your lacy tanktops with a victorious fist pump when there’s a knock at the front door. If it’s carolers interrupting this pity-party, he’s gonna lose his shit.

But it’s not carolers. It’s Max Mayfield, red braids poking out of a green knit hat that he knows for a fact you made her last winter. She’s holding a blue tin of Danish butter cookies, customary scowl on her freckled face.

“You gonna let me in or make me freeze to death? Don’t think I won’t call child services on you, Munson.”

She ducks under Eddie’s arm, and he lets the door shut behind her with a bang. “Look, Red, Merry Christmas and all that but I’m really not in the mood to-”

Max holds out the tin, bracketed by her fuzzy mittens. “These are for you. My mom’s making me take some ’round to all the neighbors.”

Eddie pops the lid and is mildly surprised to find not the customary butter cookies but a neat stack of gingerbread people, with gumdrops for buttons and chocolate chip eyes peeking out from the wax paper.

He lifts an eyebrow at the girl, who’s dripping melted snow into his carpet, and can’t help but tease. “These look like they took some effort, Red. You treat all your neighbors this nice?”

Max glowers again, crossing her arms best she can against the thick puff of her coat sleeves.

Eddie bites the head off one of the cookies and points the desiccated corpse in her direction. “You want something, huh.”

“No,” Max says, a little too quickly, then sighs, and cranes her neck down the hallway. “Not from you, anyways. Where’s Poppy?”

Eddie flinches a little at the nickname the kids all use for you (an homage to the red lipstick you used to wear, or maybe it was the detention you got for getting caught with a jar of the seeds on school property freshman year, the story changes each time he asks) and drops the partially-eaten cookie back in the box. “She’s not here today.”

“She’s here every day,” Max counters, still looking down the hallway hopefully.

“Trust me, I wish I was lying to you,” Eddie continues, snapping the tin closed and setting it on the kitchen counter. “She’s with her dad for Christmas.”

“Poppy is willingly spending time… with her dad… for Christmas?” Max repeats the information slowly, as if she thinks Eddie is not so bright.

He lets his silence and return scowl do the talking for him. Max stamps in place, knocking more snow onto the carpet, annoyance rolling into uncomfortability. “Uh. Okay. Well… I guess I’ll just… ride my bike to the party across town. In this blizzard,” she tacks on, pointedly.

There’s a beat of silence. Eddie drums his fingers against the countertop. It’s hardly a blizzard, and there’s less than an inch of snow on the ground, but he knows what you’d do, if you were here, which you usually are.

“Goddammit,” Eddie cusses, before snatching his keys off the hook behind Max’s head and stuffing his arms into his thermal flannel, muttering, “If she wasn’t actively making me a better person, you’d be a popsicle, Red.”

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On the drive to Steve’s, Max pokes around in the dash and complains about the lack of Kate Bush before settling on a Fleetwood Mac tape and shoving it into the deck.

Stevie Nicks croons Rihannon over the speakers, and Eddie thinks maybe he’ll get a few minutes of peace and quiet but no such luck. He’s making a slow turn onto the main road when Max asks, “What’s this?”

Eddie fights the urge to snatch the crushed velvet jewelry box out of Max’s mittened grasp and stares resolutely at the road. “I’m trying not to spin out and kill us in a fiery wreck, kid, would ya put that back where you found it?”

She bumps the dash compartment closed with her knee. “Someone’s testy today. Is it for Poppy?”

“Yes,” Eddie grits out, white-knuckling the wheel. “Christ, Max, you’re like the annoying little sister I never asked for. Would you put it-”

There’s a quiet snick as Max ignores him and opens the box. “C’mon, don’t you want a lady’s opinion?”

“Lady, my ass,” Eddie mutters. It’s pretty quiet in the passenger seat area all of a sudden, and he forces his gaze to stay safely on the snowy road as he asks, “Well?”

“Cute,” Max muses. She lifts the delicate chain from the box, the charm at the end swinging like a pendulum with the movement of the van. “A little on the nose, though, don’tcha think?”

Eddie was afraid of that. But when he saw the tiny poppy in perfect cast silver at a jewelry store on his big city excursion last month, he couldn’t help it. His girl makes him all sorts of mushy.

“Put it back,” he tells Max again, the fight going out of his voice, and she complies, this time, reaching out to pat his shoulder after reassembling the box.

“Don’t worry. Girls go crazy for that cheesy shit. Especially if they’re in love,” she says, sagely, gloved fingers absently playing with the gold heart locket around her own neck.

“Uh huh,” Eddie says, with a pointed grin aimed sideways at the girl.

“Shut up.” Max flushes beet red, then reaches for the volume dial and cranks Stevie up to ten.

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The Harrington house is a flurry of activity, apparently chosen as the main hub for the Gang and their various extensions. Mrs. Byers chirrups a hello as he passes the kitchen, Nancy waving a wooden spoon in greeting. There’s a cheer from the group of boys in various states of sprawl over a board game on the living room floor when Eddie clomps in, Max practically shoulder-checking him on her way to Lucas’s side.

If anything, this party will be a welcome distraction from the silence that is his trailer without you. Eddie figures he’ll hang around for a bit, help eat up some of Harrington’s fancy holiday food, and dip into his weed reserves (that lacy tanktop of yours on his mind) before the bell tolls six.

After giving a dorky salute to his Hellfire kiddos, Eddie drops into the last available couch cushion: next to Argyle (silk black hair adorned with a pair of reindeer antlers), who turns sleepily and gives him a weed-laced lazy smile.

“Heyyyy, brochacho. Where’s your girl? I still owe her some cold hard cash money for those morels,” Argyle says.

“She isn’t here.” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe this party won’t be a good distraction after all, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t wanna keep bringing you up anyways. “What the hell are morels?”

“Mushrooms!” Jonathan pipes up from the end of the couch. Judging by the red eyes, he’s just as gone as Argyle.

Eddie isn’t judging. Christmas is hell without the help of weed and pretty girls.

“Yeah, dude, mushrooms.” Argyle slings an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, talking over the raucous noise of the kids engaged in a tense game of Monopoly a few feet away. “She’s a wicked good forager. Better than my mushroom guy back in Cali by a loooong shot.”

“Morels are the ones that look like brains,” Jonathan says, focused on his attempt at a house made of paper money on the coffee table in front of him.

“Brains,” Argyle confirms. This seems to set Jon off in a fit of giggles, and then Argyle starts up, snickering into his closed fist, and the sight is almost enough to get Eddie to crack a smile when Steve Harrington appears in the archway.

“Uh oh,” Jonathan says, practically spasmodic at this point, “His hands are on his hips. That means he’s pissed about something.”

“Would you chuckleheads knock it off?” Steve snaps, hands still set on his hips in prissy little fists when he rounds on Eddie. “And seriously, man, you couldn’t’ve waited until the afterparty to get them stoned?”

“What, you think I did this?” Eddie gasps in faux shock. “I’m real hurt, Stevie, that you think these fine established gentlemen would need my help in getting their hands on good kush.”

This sets the boys on the couch off into conniptions again, this time Dustin barking at them to “Keep it down, assholes, we’re getting cutthroat over here,” and Nancy calls out “Language!” from the kitchen, which has Mike yelling back at her, and Eddie is just starting to enjoy himself when Steve whips the towel previously over his broad shoulder at Eddie’s face.

“If you’re done wreaking havoc here there’s someone on the landline for you,” Steve says, bending down to wipe crumbs from the coffee table.

That wipes the smirk off Eddie’s face. He sits up ramrod straight. “Who?”

“Who do you think?” Steve shoots back, and then shouts at the board game group, “ALL right, which one of you little shits spilled orange soda on the rug?”

There’s a return yell of “LANGUAGE” from the kitchen as Eddie hustles down the hall, the noise of the party fading as he reaches the mounted wall phone. He nearly pulls the cord from its socket in his haste to get the receiver to his ear- “Shit- hello?”

“Hi, Eddie.”

Eddie sags against the wall, letting his head tip back, eyes closed all the better to savor your voice- “Sweetheart. Thank god. I was dyin’ out here. Say my name again, would ya?”

“Eddie,” you laugh, and it’s chiding, but he doesn’t care, too flush with relief at hearing from you.

“How’s this nightmare of a holiday treatin’ my girl, hm?” he asks, settling the phone into the crook of his shoulder. If he had it his way, there’d be technology to laserbeam your voice permanently into his eardrums.

“It’s okay,” you sigh down the line. “I tried calling you at the trailer first, then when it kept ringing I figured you were at Steve’s party.”

“Yeah, honey, I’m at Steve’s. You want me to come pick you up?” Eddie brightens at the idea, warming up to it the more he talks. “I mean, I’d keep you all to myself, but it’s Christmas and I’m feeling generous. All anyone’s asked about so far is where the hell my girl is at.”

“That’s sweet,” you reply, and Eddie thinks you sound a little distant, a little… off, somehow. “No, that’s okay. I’m not in a partying mood. I just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”

“Well you have it, sugar,” Eddie purrs. “You want me to read to you? There’s a real slick copy of the phone book hangin’ right next to me. Could really get you going.”

Eddie’s only partly joking. He’d happily read the yellow pages to you until his voice gave out if it meant keeping you on the line for a little longer.

He can picture you so clearly in his head- sitting pretty in that bay window, sock feet tucked under your thighs, twirling the phone cord around your fingers in anxious little twists as you speak softly- “That’s okay, Eds. You enjoy the party, okay? I’ll come by the trailer tomorrow morning with your gift.”

“Sure,” he replies, a little deflated.

After saying his goodbyes, he hangs the phone back on the hook and returns to his spot on the couch, leg bouncing a frenzied beat amid the chaos.

He lasts about three minutes like this, which he feels is more than generous.

As he’s sliding his arms back into his green fleeced flannel, there are a few jeers from the peanut gallery about how “Eddie’s going to suck some face with his girlfriend”, which earns the room a halfhearted and generalized middle finger.

Mrs. Byers stops him in the hallway, but it’s just to hand him two cling-wrapped plates of food with a warm, knowing sort of look about her.

And then Eddie’s off into the night to see his girl.

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okay hoped you like it gonna post pt. 2 soon follow if u wanna see when it comes out!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie Munson x greenwitch!reader #eddie Munson x witch!reader #eddie Munson #stranger things #eddie Munson fic #eddie munson x you #max mayfield

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sleepyheadd0 · 5 months

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im kinda scared to post this- but i made a fan animation / animatic for replica!

i really enjoy replica, it's honestly an amazing and intriguing story so far, and im really liking the holiday special :)

i kinda gave up on this for a little while, but then i saw that kat's birthday came, so i decided to finish it!

kat is honestly such a big art inspiration for me, her work is really pretty, and her storytelling and world building is top tier :)

replica au by (the incredible) -> @kathaynesart

(sorry for the tag lmao)

#odndjdjjdjd im so glad im done with this...#it looks a little goofy but honestly im proud of myself for animating a 1 min+ thing without repeating scenes #rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt replica #replica fanart #save rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #fanart #sleepys art #animation #rottmnt fanart #sleepyheadd.0

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kingdomhate · 4 months

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Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part Two)

Anakin Skywalker: It was already planned, for you both to have a private Christmas together. He was most eager to celebrate with you after a specifically long and hard mission, being with you and in your presence brought him all the joy in the world, regardless of the holiday or not. He sat up in the middle of the night on the 23rd, meticulously handcrafting special ornaments for you and him to hang on the tree.

You and him had went to a light store in Coruscant and searched for Christmas lights, wondering what might catch either of your eyes. The moment you had found something that you both thought would go great with the medium-length tree and the special handcrafted ornaments, Anakin bought it. You both, despite having to keep your relationship secret, found it comforting to go to stores together.

On the night of the 24th, you had gotten Anakin a few presents, and though he doesn't know it, you were sure he was going to love it. The set of an exact replica of a complex pod racer, much like that of his from his younger years. You had been saving it up, passing his birthdays with other creative gifts and now, with the joy and the anticipation of finding out what one another has gotten, it seemed perfect. Although unsure of what Anakin has in store for you, it was sure to be nothing short of spectacular.

In the early morning before the sun announced itself, you were shaken awake by an eager Anakin. "Let's go, love, come on." He urged you. With a sleepy smile, you get up. He leads you to the living room, where the tree radiated the colorful glow of the lights you both had agreed on. Under the tree laid no more than four presents wrapped both neatly and bearing tags to whom it is for and from. "Anakin, it's beautiful." You breath, beaming at the dazzling display.

"It gets better." He tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you to where he had strung up matching Stockings. You chuckle at the sight, unaware that he had done this. One of the stockings read your name and you went over to it, to see it had an assortment of your favorite candy and foods. "It's great, Ani. Wonderful." You embrace him tightly, and he wraps his arms around you as well, resting his chin atop your head. "Wanna open the presents?" He grins and with a childlike enthusiasm, you nod.

You both go over to the presents, sitting down and taking one, before looking at each other. "Ready?" Anakin asks. "Born ready." You confirm and before you both know it, you've torn through all of the presents. Anakin had gifted you a special velvet box, in which he had told you to save for last. Shrugging, you open the other one, which had been a customized lamp to show the sunrise of Coruscant. The details had been immaculate and the craftsmanship was something she had seen before but hadn't known at the same time. Nevertheless, the real thing was that Anakin and you had an incredible Christmas you both wouldn't soon forget.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Announcing the idea to him meant Obi-Wan thinking about it critically. Wondering if it would mean he would have to cancel any missions or important meetings with the Council, but after a bit of finding out, he decided he could spend this holiday with you.

Due to his loyalty to the Order and being the respective and honorable Jedi Master\General he is, he's never celebrated Christmas. However, once he met you and fell madly in love with you, he's learned to adopt whatever makes you happy or brings that loving smile to your lips that he absolutely melts for. When you explain to him what Christmas is about and that it involves a tree, lights, presents and immense joy, Obi found himself growing fondly of this upcoming holiday, despite not experiencing it yet.

The tree, lights and ornaments from your previous Christmases with yourself and\or friends and family immediately were strung flawlessly creating the display of the next few days of radiance, like a sun in the center of your guys' home. As for presents, you had figured Obi-Wan wouldn't mind if you had gotten him something he could use for a good while: a graphic-designed mug with a few detailed cats printed on it with the bolden words: Tired Cinnamon Roll. The wrapping process was one you found as easy as breathing, seeing as you had wrapped at least a few before.

You didn't think of anything that Obi could have gotten you, leaving that up to him and welcoming whatever he would give to you. But you knew Christmas wasn't just about the gifts, it was about the celebration of joy and family. In the afternoon of December 25th, you and Obi-Wan had finished breakfast and bathing together in the romantic, candlelit bathtub and were mutually eager to open the presents and stockings together. As you both took each other's present, you waited to see if he was ready, and with a nod, you both began to unwrap your presents, the delicate mug in which you had gotten for Obi-Wan was certainly dazed by the gift but nonetheless more in love with you and your kindness.

"Thank you." He whispered to you, his hand upon yours, squeezing ever so gently. "You're welcome." You smiled radiantly at him, unwrapping his gift for you, which was, a set of beautifully uniquely scented lotions and soaps, along with a few candles in which he knew you liked the smells of. At this, you place your hand over your mouth, speechless at the gifts and enchanted by the man you call your boyfriend, Christmas was now bound to become a tradition.

Note: Hey! This is a planned but ridiculously overdue Christmas Scenarios. I've just gotten off my Winter Break and I wanted to finish it.

#star wars #fluff #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #obi wan x reader #hope you enjoy #obi wan kenobi #long time no see

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kathaynesart · 5 months

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What, you thought there wasn't going to be some drama in this holiday special?? Do you even know me???

Also, see?? Leo’s doing fine! It’s been a few years since the last post so he’s had plenty of time to set up all his unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Whew, I have to say this special is easily the most extensive thing I've done so far for Replica. This is the only time we'll probably see the Central Park Colony in its hay day so wanted to make the effort to show what I could. I love visual story telling, but hate doing backgrounds haha, it's a problem! I'll admit this is a lot messier than what I've been doing as of late but we're just going to have to deal since we have so much ground to cover. It might get messier, I make no promises. Next up, I think Casey and Raph need to have a talk.

#I kind of want to design Donnie's mug #should I?#EPF would be crying if they knew how much Donnie was getting away with #rottmnt replica #replica #rottmnt #replica holiday special #kathaynesart #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #future bootyyy shaker 9000 #preg-an-tay!#language cw #sorry Mikey has no filter

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xiaolin-revival · 1 year

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Headcanons for Clay (please note that I haven't watched Chronicles, only Showdown):

Bi-romantic grey-ace.

Being called stupid (especially due to his accent) is one of his biggest pet peeves. He's actually quite intelligent, though he's not exactly studious most of the time. Still, if something captures his interest (like animals), he'll read about it in his spare time.

He's slow to truly anger, but if you betray him, he's slow to forgive, too. (This is why he's so hard on Jesse and Raimundo.)

When he first started getting inklings about his Wushu element, "It's Chinese in origin," didn't cross his mind, and he went to Native groups on college campuses to see if they knew anything about it.

He can feel earthquakes, even way deep down, and it took quite a while before they didn't alarm him every time he felt a tremor.

He's fluent in Spanish.

Before becoming a Xiaolin warrior, he had interest in becoming a vet or environmental biologist.

Clay does a barbecue for the temple every year for the occasion of the Super Bowl. He and Rai get into an argument every year about which sport is the real football. He doesn’t care much about the halftime or commercials, and uses that time to tackle/wrestle with people, or to make more snacks.

He is completely unbothered by the myriad of smells that livestock produce. (He is also unbothered about smelling like them, himself.)

He shaves once a week, on Sundays, and he gets pretty scraggly by Saturday. He’ll shave in the middle of the week for special occasions, but then lets it all grow out until the following Sunday, so sometimes there’s more than a week’s growth on his cheeks and chin. His facial hair is light brown. Also, he uses an old fashioned barber’s kit, with the hand-mixed foam and the straight edge razor. Not even replica old-fashioned. It’s a shaving set that’s been passed down a few generations. His grandpa called the blade ‘Elizabelle,’ but Daddy Bailey did no such thing, and neither does Clay. Out loud.

Cooking for people is his biggest love language.

His earliest memory is toddling about on the ranch, then sitting down in the mud and playing with it.

He and Omi's favorite movie to watch together is Shanghai Noon.

He can (and does) make sandballs that functions like snowballs.

His parents got divorced when he was little, and while he loves his mama dearly, he also resented her for a long time for leaving. He had to split his attention between watching Jesse, learning how to work on and run the ranch (which, let’s face it is a tough and isolating job), going to school, and then coming into his powers. It was a lot to put on the shoulders of a boy.

Being the Dragon of Earth, Clay is the most balanced of the team, and it shows in how stable he is, in general. Level-headed, calm, full of that stoic cowboy advice. But it also shows in how he balances his love of meat and being a rancher with his love of animals. His love of one does not diminish his love of the other, even though those two parts of him seem like they might be at odds with each other.

Thanksgiving might not be a holiday celebrated in every country in the world, but you’d better believe that Clay makes an entire Thanksgiving feast for the Temple on the fourth Thursday of every November. Turkey with apple stuffing (on the side), ham, pork ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, candied yams, non-candied yams, string bean casserole, French beans with slivered almonds, cranberry sauce, heaps of bread rolls, and at least five varieties of pie. He’s always willing to add to the menu, but you will have to strike him dead before he ever removes anything.

Clay does not have a typical "athletic build". He’s a strongman, a lumberjack, a quarterback. His core is ripped, and it’s padded with fat, and he can bench press all the other monks at the same time. As an adult, this just becomes more pronounced. He would win at caber toss. He would give John Henry a run for his money. Strong of chin, thicc of build.

How Clay addresses non-blood women and girls: “Darlin’“ - I know you, I like you, we’re close. “Li’l lady” - We’re friends, but not necessarily close. (Will sometimes call close friends this, just so he’s not too repetitive.) Also used for younger women/children, even if he doesn’t know them well. “Ma’am” - We’re strangers / I don’t like you / I don’t trust you. Also used for older women.

His affinity to Earth goes beyond control of the element. He's also an environmentalist and is against oil drilling and fracking (despite being a Texan). He wants the Earth to be whole and healthy, and that goes for her waters and air, too.

Hey hello? Amazing. Just amazing. Hey if you got more or an idea for Clay's arc once I post the plot intro, keep em coming please.

#xiaolin showdown #xs #clay bailey #clay bailey headcanons #xs splintered timeline

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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4. Watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas” with their s.o and or the kids

Pls pls pls pls pls do this one!!!!!

I have watched it every year with my dad since I was born and this movie means the world to me and my realshionship with my father!! It would really mean a lot of you do this.

And with Bob pls!

Happy holidays!!!

MY LOVELY!!!!!!! I've been hoping for this one!!!! I still owe you the fic of Nat taking Auggie for his first drink on his twenty first. I'm still working on it, but worry not, IT.WILL.BE.DONE!!!!! (lol).

"C'mon Auggie, the bunnies need to go in their house for the night," Bob said to the small bespectacled boy who carried a grey, long eared rabbit in his arms to the rabbit hutch.

"But Peter's cold," Auggie insisted.

"Peter needs to stay with his brothers and sisters," Bob told August.

The hutch in the upstairs loft of the barn was probably the warmest place the bunnies could be on a night like this, all of them piled together while the heat of the woodstove rose between the cracks in the floorboards. Auggie put Peter away into the hutch with his family, the little rabbit bouncing over his siblings as they munched away at the extra vegetables in the big dish.

Bob took Auggie by the hand and led him down the ladder steps, catching Auggie under the arms as he cleared the last few steps before setting him down on the ground. Out into the cold they went, the snow falling in big, fat white flakes as they locked up the barn to keep the critters warm.

Bob led Auggie into the house, the blast of heat hitting them in the face along with the smell of dinner fresh out of the oven. "What's cookin baby?" Bob asked as he helped Auggie with his coat.

"I made a roaster that was in the freezer downstairs," you answered, slightly distracted by the kicking that had started in your belly.

"Anything to go with it?"

"Well, Patrick was helping me smash the baby potatoes," you told him. "They're still cooking and it'll be a while."

"Wanna see if there's a Christmas special on?" Bob asked. "Maybe it'll keep these two occupied for a while."

"Oh Bob, you're speaking my language," you chuckled as August ran to you, his head coming to rest on your already swollen belly.

"I think my sister's talking again," he giggled.

You laughed a little and shooed Auggie and Patrick both off to the living room while Bob switched on the TV and let them get settled in their spots. The two of them nearly screamed when they saw "A Charlie Brown Christmas" beginning to play, clapping their little hands and barely tearing their eyes away, even as you and Bob settled in on the couch, waiting for dinner to be done.

Patrick and Auggie laughed when Snoopy grabbed a hold of Linus and Charlie Brown, practically flinging them right into the snow drift and especially when Lucy ranted about having been kissed by a dog. Even you and Bob found yourselves laughing, his hand resting on your swollen bump, knowing that you could go any day. You were even amazed that Bob and the boys had memorized Linus's Luke-2 speech towards the end.

"Well that's a first," you said when they had finished.

"I talked with their teacher and they're working on the Christmas pageant at school," Bob chuckled. "Trust me, when I was there, we did it too."

The space closed between the two of you as you and Bob kissed each other sweetly, much to the disgust of your boys. The kiss was suddenly interrupted by the oven timer going off, drawing a laugh from you and Bob.

"Wait Momma!" Auggie and Patrick both said as they dashed off for the little cupboard under the stairs. "We wanna give you this first!"

You were a little confused and so wasn't Bob, but when you saw their little gift, you and Bob wanted to both laugh and cry at the same time.....a little replica of Charlie Brown's scraggly little Christmas tree, complete with the red bulb and blue blanket around the base.

You and Bob put it in the center of the table before the two of you sat down with the boys, overjoyed that they had thought of such an adorable little gift. "You think my parents will get a kick out of this?" Bob chuckled.

"Knowing them? Hell yes!" you laughed.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick short fics #dagger squad

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delicatechildwitch · 6 months

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General master post:

Foodie AU stuff

Old Soul AU

1 2 3 4

Frankenfoot and Casey Sr. comic for the Trick or Treat exchange 2023

03 Don with hot chocolate for the TMNT Holiday Bingo 2023

Cover submission for Replica's Holiday Special

Collab with Angel Puns 1 2 (My 1 1/2 panels are the final two on the second page.)

Ally's DTIYS

Supporting TMNT AU comp 2024:

DND group ask (ft. Shen and the League of Lesbians)

OS! Donnie and Misa: 1 2

OS! Donnie selling to the TMNT AU comp 2024

#tmnt au interaction #old soul au #Old Soul shop 2024

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theoptimisticdaydreamer · 7 months

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I propose a new Bake Off to give the peasants and the bakers of Bake Offs Past fresh entertainment.

There are only two contestants in this Bake Off I have dubbed A Taste of Your Own Bake Off : the beloved Paul and Prue.

Their task is to do every single challenge that they have set the bakers across all seasons and special editions of Bake Off (Comic Relief, Stand Up to Cancer, Sports Relief, Holidays etc).

Except they are given absolutely no actual instructions just the prompt of the task. The prompt of the task will be written in Old English script from the 1000s hidden within a random long winded paragraph from the period. They have only two minutes to decipher the paper before it spontaneously combusts. They have to remember on their own the minutia of each prompt. Every deviation away from the minutia will require them to spend 3 hours in community service, making food to feed hundreds of people with budget no-name brand ingredients while wearing a hairnet and an apron that has seen better days with a name tag on it that reads "Donna".

They are only allowed a quarter of the space they give each baker. They have to share half an oven, half a fridge etc.

They must finish each task in the time it takes for a baker to breathe or Noel to spell his name backwards. They are allowed absolutely no breaks and must do every single task in one sitting.

Any protests are met with an automatic 1 minute time deduction. Every second they go over the clock, they must do an additional 10 tasks set by the bakers themselves. These tasks can be anything the bakers please but bonus tasks include ~making a 5 course meal on a $3 budget, hiding vegetables in dessert and having to feed them to picky children, accomodating multiple food sensitivities within a given task, and looking after 5 hellion toddlers while simultaneously making a 5-tier wedding cake~.

There will be also the obligatory imagination tasks that will be thrown in every hour. Such as: flying cakes, armor made out of tuille, model-size replica of ancient cities made completely out of spun sugar and a working cannon using only fruit. The more outrageous and gravity defying the better.

Every so often their timer will be taken from them/sabotaged or they will be blindfolded or have their hands tied behind their back. These will occur more frequently any time they get cocky.

When they get judged, they will be met with absolutely no kindness because every bake will be torn apart and nitpicked to pieces. Classic comments include "this needed 10-15 more minutes in the oven" and "I don't like <insert flavor they have used here>. I can taste it too much. You should have used <insert flavor they have historically hated> instead.", and "I would have expected by now, perfection".

Everytime their results don't measure up to Bake Off Standards (being an edible museum centerpiece worthy of being fed to royalty), they must deposit a minimum of $5,000 into every previous baker's bank accounts and a minimum of $10,000 to charity. The number increases exponentially every time they are rude or complain.

Because all the bakers deserve a break and everyone deserves to see these two windbags be smacked in the face with some sweet karma pie.

#gbbo #gbbo 2023 #karma is overdue for these two #they need a taste of their own medicine #a taste of your own bake off #i would happily cackle and watch this with glee #great british bake off

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jensen-ackles-girl · 4 months

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It's here, my third Christmas drabble! Wanted to write something that involved the holiday season since it's December.

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this.

Summary: baking Christmas cookies with your husband then letting your three children jj,Zeppelin,and arrow decorate them with icing and sprinkles as you supervise them as soft Christmas music plays in the background.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff,cuteness overload

Pairing: jensen Ackles x fem!reader, Ackles children x fem!reader, jensen Ackles x Ackles children, daddy!jensen, Mommy!y/n

Y/N and Jensen Ackles had always cherished the holiday season. The couple was looking forward to spending quality time together as a family, enjoying the Christmas festivities with their three beautiful children, JJ, Zeppelin, and Arrow. Little did Y/N know that Jensen had a special surprise planned for this year. On a cold December morning, Y/N woke up to find her husband Jensen missing from the bed. Curiosity piqued, she headed downstairs, where the delicious aroma of holiday treats wafted through the air. She followed the scent into the kitchen and found Jensen adorned in a festive apron, baking up a storm.

With a mischievous grin, Jensen revealed his surprise plan: a day of fun-filled Christmas activities for the family. The first order of the day was baking cookies to decorate later. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as the kitchen transformed into a sweet-filled wonderland, with flour and sugar covering the countertops. Once the delicious cookies were baked and cooled, the Ackles family gathered around the dining table, armed with gleaming icing tubes and an array of colorful sprinkles. Laughter echoed throughout the room as they transformed the plain cookies into edible works of art. JJ, Zeppelin, and Arrow's giggles filled Y/N's heart with joy.

The family's next adventure was a trip to the local tree farm to pick the perfect Christmas tree. Bundled up in their warmest winter gear, Y/N and Jensen held hands, leading their excited little ones through the snow-covered fields. Among rows of beautiful evergreens, they found the most splendid tree, its branches seemingly reaching out to embrace them. Back at home, they spent the evening drinking hot cocoa while meticulously stringing twinkling lights around every branch of the tree. The house filled with a warm, inviting glow, reflecting the love and happiness that enveloped the family. The children's eyes glittered with excitement, and Y/ N's heart swelled with gratitude for the life they had created together.

The following day, Y/N and Jensen decided to venture out into the winter wonderland for a family snowball fight. Bundled up in their warmest clothes, they traipsed through the snow-covered park, laughing and playfully throwing snow at each other. The children's laughter was infectious as they eagerly participated in the frosty battle. The kids laughing with joy as they threw snowballs at their parents and each other. And as the day continued they added more fun-filled things to do, they headed to the local ice skating rink. Y/N watched with pride as Jensen effortlessly glided across the ice, guiding their children around as they giggled and stumbled. The joy on their faces was priceless. Y/ N, determined to keep up, laughed as she clung tightly to the railing, wobbling her way around the rink.

As the day turned into night, Y/N and Jensen gathered their little ones close to the fireplace, wrapped in cozy blankets. They shared stories of Christmas miracles and sang carols together. The room was filled with love, harmonies, and a sense of togetherness that created memories to last a lifetime. On Christmas Eve, Y/N woke up to Jensen's smiling face and the sound of soft piano music drifting through the house. Jensen led Y/N and their kids to the living room, where a grand surprise awaited them. In the corner of the room stood a beautiful train set, complete with a miniaturized replica of their family home, covered in a glistening layer of snow.

As the Ackles family stood in awe, Jensen shared his heartfelt speech, expressing his love for Y/N and his gratitude for their beautiful family. Tears of joy glistened in Y/N's eyes as she embraced her husband tightly, feeling truly blessed and overwhelmed with love. As there three children waited for them to finish so they could open their presents. The rest of the day was filled with delight as the children opened their presents getting excited at what they got as their parents watched on with bright and smiling faces this was definitely a Christmas y/n would never forget.

Note: I wrote this early in the month but got busy and forgot to post it so here it goes will probably post more that I didn't get around to doing as I got busy. Hope you enjoy as always feedback is appreciated.

#family #supernatural #x reader #jensen ackles x reader #christmas

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