Summary: Spiders are a no-go zone for you. It’s a good job you have Shownu on call to help you
Genre: Comedy, tiny bit of Fluff
Warning(s): A fat spider
Word Count: 761
Theme Song: Spiders don’t get theme songs >:(
AN: I quick little thing I wrote a while ago but left in my drafts because I completely forgot about it; retrieved in the name of christmas!! even though it isn’t very christmassy
Merry Christmas everyone!
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Shownu immediately took off up the stairs to your bedroom as he heard your shriek.
Slamming the door open, his eyes swept the room.
“Y/N, Angel—?”
He was confronted with the sight of your shaking body, stood somewhat determinedly on the centre of your bed.
Your finger was extended in the direction of the corner of the room, closer to the dark silver carpet.
He knocked his head in the direction of where you were pointing, falling out of alert mode and into just chuckling instead. “Where is it?”
“There! Right there!” you exclaimed exasperatedly, breath heaving. “How can you not see it?!”
He squinted in the corner, covered in shade from the shadow of the wardrobe, looking for an angular, unnatural body.
“It must be tiny,” he teased, “I can’t see anything.”
This made your whine and stress out further. “Ohhh! That means it’s gone and that we’ll never find it again until it’s too late!”
Shownu sighed, crouching to the floor, seeing if that helped spot the thing, but there was still no sign of the creature that had sent you into a terrified mess on the bed.
He leant right into the accents at the bottom of the wall, searching behind the small bin kept in the corner of you room, even fishing carefully through the waste pieces of paper inside the tall wicker basket.
He barely noticed that the sound of your heavy breathing suddenly stopped.
Shownu turned and stood with a sigh. “I’m sorry, love, I can’t see it—”
He came to a halt at what he saw.
You were no longer standing. No, you were instead curled up by the headboard, your voice stuck in your throat with eyes frozen in horror, their focus being trained on the ceiling.
Right above his head.
However, this is Shownu we’re talking about.
Nonchalantly, and without hesitation, he looked up to find his eyes land instantly upon the spider in question.
Turned out it wasn’t hard to miss, as this one was big. So large in fact, that Shownu could see the hairs upon its fat body, as well as the angles of its freakishly long legs.
This arachnid had clearly never skipped leg day in its life.
Upon the bed you tried to utter words, a sound of fear, anything.
But no sound came.
What would you do without Shownu, though? You had no idea, because he was truly a superhero.
In one swift move, he reached up, and took the monster in his hand.
He brought his fist back down to body level. “Caught it. I guess I’ll kill—”
As soon as the k-word left his mouth you interrupted him in a shout. “NO! Don’t kill it!”
Stunned, he peered at you, awaiting and explanation likely in the form of an instruction.
“Just because a larger being is afraid of it doesn’t mean it has to die!” you explained desperately. “I may be an arachnophobe but I still have compassion!”
“Alright,” he nodded, “what do you want me to do with it then?”
You paused, before stuttering, “Just...! Just p-put it outside, out of the window!”
Shownu complied, easily making his way over to the window in a couple of strides. As he rested his free hand on the handle of the window, he asked, “But won’t it die in the cold anyway?”
You groaned despairingly. “Just please put it outside! It has a chance out there—please!”
Placing it out of the window, he dusted off his hands after closing it again, and came back towards the bed.
“Do I...” he reasoned for a few seconds, “...as the hero...” a coy little smirk rose to his features, “...get a reward?”
Your eyes searched his face, wanting to just fall into his chest and try to calm down.
That beast had dropped out of nowhere, out of the blue, when you had just been throwing a piece of paper away. It had narrowly missed your shoulder, and you were going to be shaken for quite a while. Unless you got cuddles, and soon.
But taking one look at his hand, where the spider had just been, you shook your head rigidly in a no.
He looked hurt, like a kicked puppy, until you spoke.
“Not until you’ve washed your hands big time, with lots of soap!”
Immediately brightening, he sent you a cute grin, your favourite one that turned his eyes into crescent moons, as he dashed into the on-suite.
Even in your shaken state, you couldn’t help but giggle.
You were so lucky to have him.
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AN: Longer than I thought it was sksksk
Hope you enjoyed!
EDIT: i’d had this idea for a while but didn’t know who to write it for and like put a ? in the wip title before i decided who i’d write it for but like .... yall i forgot to take the ? out once i published it i’m sorry i swear i’m not questioning shownu’s existence i–
I attempted drawing this based on a photo of a hamster in an egg carton I just reblogged from @catasters but I did not have much strength to draw the carton.
Instead, I just only drew just one egg and....just one Troll, sitting next to it in the same size as that egg itself. 😂 🥚
