#idk where this came from either

[steddie-as-they-come]

"Mom," Steve whispered in the inky blackness of his parents' room. "Mom, there's something under my bed."

Patricia Harrington turned over. "Steven, go back to sleep," she murmured.

"I can't." Steve said. "There's a monster."

"No such thing." his mom said, angrier, more awake. "Go to bed now, and if I catch you out of bed again you can forget going to Tommy's this weekend."

Steve nodded and padded back down the hall, pausing at his door then taking a running jump into bed.

The room was silent.

"I know you're here." Steve whispered, making sure all his limbs were tucked safely away under the covers. "You don't scare me."

A couple minutes of quiet, then Steve heard a scraping sound come from under his bed. He squeaked and pulled his blankets up to his nose.

A horrible, raspy laugh came from below him. "I do scare you!" said a voice. "You lied!"

"No-no you don't!" Steve said boldly. He clutched his blanket tighter, then said, "I can't be scared of something I can't see! That's just dumb."

Something dark began to slither across the floor out of the corner of Steve's eye. Oh, I'm gonna regret that, he thought.

The thing began to pull itself up, looming over Steve. It cracked a smile, and sharp white teeth gleamed in the light from his closet.

Steve screamed.

"Shut up!" his dad shouted angrily from downstairs, and Steve clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes flicking between the shadow and the door like he wasn't sure which monster to be more afraid of.

The monster crept toward him, and Steve dug his fingernails into his face, scooting away from the horror. He whimpered, not daring to close his eyes.

Then the monster began to shrink.

It shriveled away, changing color and backing up, until a little boy, about Steve's age, stood in front of him. He had long curly hair and was dressed in a t-shirt that was way too big on him. When he opened his eyes, Steve flinched, because the whites of his eyes simply...weren't there. His eyes were an onyx black.

"Hi," the boy said. "I'm Eddie."

Steve was too stunned to speak, but he did uncover his mouth.

"I'm the monster under your bed!" Eddie said. "I'm supposed to scare you, but, um-" he risked a quick look at the door "-I don't think you need my help for that."

"Why are you supposed to scare me?" Steve asked.

Eddie shrugged. "Dunno. Every kid's got one. It's just how it works. I was made to be your monster, forever!" He sat down on the edge Steve's bed, bumping Steve's shoulder against his. "Weird to be on this side of the bed. No dust bunnies or anything."

Steve giggled, forgetting his fear. "You're fun!"

Eddie grinned at him. "Thank you! None of the other monsters think my jokes are funny."

"So you have to scare me?" Steve asked. "But you're not scary. Not after talking to me."

Eddie paused. "Oh, right. I'm not supposed to talk to you. Um..."

"What if we just say you're scaring me?" Steve asked. "I'll pretend I'm really scared of the monster under my bed, and you pretend you scare me every single night. But really we're hanging out instead of scaring!"

"Ooh, I like that idea!" Eddie struck a dramatic pose. "I'll be the monster under your bed, but I'll be ready to protect you if you need it too!"

Steve stuck out his hand like he saw his dad do for business deals. "Deal?"

Eddie shook it. "Deal."

-

Steve sprinted through the forest, the kids hot on his heels. "There!" he shouted. "Everyone in!"

The kids bolted to the abandoned cabin, and Steve slammed the door shut. "Is there a bed in here?" he called. "A couch? A fridge?"

"Bed's in here!" Will yelled, and Steve followed his voice to the cluttered bedroom, complete with partially-caved-in bedframe. He gingerly took a seat on the mattress, cringing when it crackled. He did not need to know what was on this.

"Eddie?" he called, tapping on the flaky painted wood.

The shitheads crowded in, and Mike murmured. "What the fuck is he doing?"

Steve ignored him. "Eddie, come on, I need your help."

Something tall, dark, and lanky slid out from under the bed, and all the kids jumped back in fright, raising their various weapons. Steve leapt to get in front of them, raising his hands as a shield. "Chill! Calm down, this is Eddie!"

Eddie shrank into his human form, draping himself over Steve. "You had to summon me to the nastiest bed in Indiana? Really, Steve?"

Steve shrugged. "This was the closest one. We need your help, Eds."

"We?" He focused on the Party. "Well, these must be the infamous buttheads." Eddie slid into the shadows and reappeared behind the Party, inspecting them. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, right?" he said, pointing at each one as he said their names.

"What the fuck are you?" Dustin asked.

Suddenly Eddie was under Steve's arm, wrapping a hand around his waist. "I'm Steve's monster under the bed." he said. "I'm just... friendlier with Steve than most of the monsters I work with."

Steve rolled his eyes. "You can tell him you're my boyfriend, they know I'm bi." He kissed Eddie on the cheek.

The kids all broke into gasps, except for Max, who fake gagged. "Don't be gross!" she yelled. "Demogorgon outside, remember?"

"Ah, right." Steve said. "Eds, can you-"

"On it." Eddie kissed Steve. "I'll be back."

The kids watched Eddie melt into shadows, then wheeled on Steve. "Steven Don't-Know-Your-Middle-Name Harrington," Dustin said. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

edit: i did not expect this response to the short little thing that took me 30 mins max at 2am!! i’m planning on rewriting it and turning it into a full length fic, so i’ll come back and edit this with the link!

edit #2: if there’s anything you guys want to see in the full length version of this please let me know!! i’m trying my best to make it a slowburn which is horrid for my adhd so let me know if there’s anything you want!!

[spidey-bie]

People hate me for my disabled swagger and my impeccable fashion sense. Nobody else could match their mobility aids to their outfits like me. They just hate to see black people winning.

-Ansi Taratella, 2023

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

okay, but HEAR ME OUT!

Crockett and Trish?

You feel me?

[sneez]

family portrait :D young sam and sybil are behaving themselves and vimes is throwing a hissy fit because they tried to make him wear the helmet

[id: a digital painting of three people sitting for a portrait in a domestic interior. young sam is standing with his hands behind his back and beaming proudly. vimes is standing behind him with his hand on his shoulder, wearing a shiny military uniform and a surly expression. sybil is sitting on the right with an arm around young sam, smiling at the viewer. a plumed helmet is sitting on a table on the left. end id.]

[kastillia]

[theproblemcallednight]

anyone else think razumikhim is the type to write his lecture notes in a bright pink or green pen? no? just me? ok nvm

[synthshenanigans]

Any quick thoughts I have I sometimes save in a draft and like

My drafts are somethin else sometimes

[westwing19]

I love your Metadad hcs! How do you think Meta Knight, a ‘lone swordsman,’ met his crew , opened up , and bonded with them like family?

Ahh thank you! They're a lot of fun ^^

Truthfully I had zero thoughts about the meta-knights before this month started so all my headcanons about them are just things I more or less made up on the spot. So I don't have anything with much depth in mind, but I had fun inventing a backstory for them for this ask:

So Meta Knight would have acquired his "lone swordsman" title before the Meta-knights or the Halberd ever came to be, making a name for himself doing ridiculous things like taking on whole armies and winning, all while being his morally grey enigmatic self. Then something like a large-scale war breaking out would lead Trident and Captain Vul (who I hc to be the oldest Meta-knights) to try to recruit this OP guy into the war effort, which he mostly rejects because he's a loner and all, but they're persistent. Meta Knight still ends up learning to work with others through them, and eventually comes to trust the two enough to share his plans for the Halberd with them.

Somewhere along the way they convince MK to agree to let fanboys Axe and Mace join them because they need the help, and Javelin shows up after being freed from enemy control and just never leaves. They're all instrumental in winning the war and it earns them fame as the Meta-knights from it, mostly overwriting MK's old lone swordsman image, but he finds he doesn't mind at all. He's also gotten soft enough to be going around picking up war orphans and Sailor Dee joins the party that way, followed later by Kirby if we're talking about that AU.

So yeah something involving a growth arc for MK where through adversity he finds out just how soft he can get :3 I'm real fond of that kind of thing eheh.

[aphelea]

what do y'all think of my canva skills. am i good enough for current ya authors yet

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

Dani is his replacement, and Dani is good, even if Jamie will never fucking admit that out loud as long as he lives, and Dani cheers loud for his teammates when they score, leaps on their backs and races around the pitch chanting his own name. Fucking chipper dickhead. He scores off a pass from Sam and the others flock around him, cheering, hands all reaching out to ruffle his hair and wrap at his shoulders. Even fucking Roy, who scowls at Jamie like it’s his fault he’s fucking ancient and broken down every time he so much as touches the ball. But Dani scores and Roy says, “Well fucking done, Rojas!” And then he lifts his head and he meets Jamie’s eyes, stood alone across the pitch with ice in his stomach. Or: in which Dani's knee injury heals a bit earlier than it does in canon, and Jamie does not handle it well.

[a-tiny-sloth]

so you know how when you're a teenager everything feels so intense and your love for your friends is all-consuming and the stakes feel like they're life or death all the time and you feel like this is the only way to exist and it'll take you to an early grave because how else could it ever end? but then it all just ends quietly and the things that once ruled your life start to feel smaller and less significant and your friend group starts breaking up and you start to forget the people you once were willing to die for? but you also realise that even though it ended you're still alive and life hasn't lost all its meaning and you still have most of it ahead of you and there's still people to love and places to go? yeah that's what the ending of the raven cycle is about

[rayandgay]

Nong Diao? Yes?

[mack-anthology-mp3]

love the warning symbol beside this neubauten song like yes. be warned. danger ahead. very industrial i think

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

[that-was-anticlimactic]

one of the worst feelings ever is wanting to write but your hands hurt too much or the words just don’t want to work so you just sit there staring at a half finished doc with tears in your eyes bc you want to write and you need to write but everything is telling you that you can’t

[evablueblanket]

HEY @somer-writes IM GETTING MY EARS PIERCED TODAY

My mom keeps asking me why (this is my first time every really showing interest (bc as a kid I thought it was ‘too girly’ (I’m afab but not cis lmao)) (this is my first piercing ever xD ) And I really can’t say that I think Link looks mildly cool LMAO