#and even then you should probably just bury the candy with them

[linoveins]

silky shorts and stained shirts

when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time…

genre: smut n fluff

warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!

w.c.: 2.1k

minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.

minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now. 

“Y/N!!!” he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like it’s his place like always.

the apartment is too silent. he figures you’re not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasn’t really expecting you to be here.

he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didn’t do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.

he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.

he laughs to himself. you’d definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.

deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.

“nomnomnomnom.” he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.

“ding!” what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.

minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.

there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts he’s ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.

you’re a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that he’ll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.

although what he’s seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.

since when did you look like that?

had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.

but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. you’d look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your tits…

“shit.”

he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.

what a horrible friend he is.

he sighs and palms himself. yeah, he’s horrible. he’ll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind. 

he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.

minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows he’s gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...

what a damn horrible friend.

he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her… he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.

shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty. 

he’s squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs… shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you can’t even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.

he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after. 

he's sure you’d go shy on him. you’d whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. he’d coo at you. maybe he’ll grind it on your pussy first. he bets you’ll really squirm at that. but he’ll keep you in place. he’ll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder. 

he won’t take your cute little shorts off. he’ll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. you’d be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes you’d be so fucking sensitive too. he’d tap it on your clit. no- he groans. he’ll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit. 

you’d cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, “poor baby”, in the sweetest fucking tone you’ve heard. but he won’t stop. you don't want him to. he’ll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.

minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. he’s almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows they’re soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. he’d pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. you’d keep whining about how it’s too much. too sensitive. too intense. but you’ll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. he’ll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. “can’t even take it and i’m just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?” you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.

he’d keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. you’ll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldn’t be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. he’s almost fucking there. he’d take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.

minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. it’s dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, there’s a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms he’s ever had.

a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.

he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he won’t risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. he’ll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet. 

he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.

he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.

“minho?” your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. “why are you naked?”

he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.

“spilled something on it.”

you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.

you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.

fuck. there you are again. you’re bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.

“did you eat my pudding?” you huff at him. he exhales.

“yeah. s-sorry. i’ll buy you two after”, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..

you laugh. “calm down. why do you look all pouty?” you think it’s odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.

“i forgot to do groceries… i won’t have shit to eat tonight”, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it. 

he’d make fun of you for it if he wasn’t so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.

he grips his dirty shirt that he’s still somehow holding onto. you don’t even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.

“y-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? let’s eat at that new place near uni first”, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.

“mhm okay. i’m hungry as hell though so let’s go now. i’ll just get changed”, you say as you walk back to your room.

you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.

“hey! what the-”, you start but he interrupts you.

“sorry. it’s just really dirty”, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you won’t try doing anything again.

“yeah that’s why i’ll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.” you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.

“i-i can wash it. besides, you’ll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.” he doesn’t. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so you’ll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.

minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags. 

even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.

he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little “nomnomnomnom” sound come from it.

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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^人^)

[faetima]

𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

hi

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

?

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

read 12:48

--

you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

read 13:02

𝟱.

you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

NE

ME

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

NO

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

LIKE

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

read 10:01

--

you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

--

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

by

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal. 

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

--

upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.” 

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

--

once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

hi

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

--

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

--

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

 “you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

[chaosheadspace]

17 with Dreamling for the kiss thingy? Hope you'll feel better soon 💜

Thank you! I couldn't not make this library boys, hope you'll forgive me.

Hob protectively clutches the treat bowl as he steeps his tea. He hasn’t slept well, and he’s got the last double shift in the stacks so he’s figured he’s entitled to the last handful of candy from the kitchen.

The tiredness is manifesting as a slight backache and heavy limbs, just pronounced enough that he has to remind himself to be careful so as to not spill the contents of his mug in the elevator later.

His mind preoccupied with the lazy imaginings of tea slopping over the porcelain rim, splattering floor and trousers and burning his thigh, Hob’s sluggish brain doesn’t pick up on the footsteps coming towards him until spindly, familiar hands and arms wrap around his middle. Hob hums, lays his free hand over Murphy’s. The parts of his brain that don’t immediately light up and wake fill with warm affection. It seems like the presence of his fiancè revitalises him like nothing else, like mana to his soul. As it should.

But then. Oh, the fiercest of betrayals by the one closest to his heart.

“Might I convince you to part from one of the caramel ones?” Murphy’s warm voice seeps into his ear. Beguiling traitor.

“No,” Hob says quickly. “You can go home in thirty minutes while I have to stay until eight.”

“Mmmh,” Murphy hums, “I see.” He nuzzles the shell of Hob’s ear. “And how about a kiss? Might I have that?”

Hob turns around in his embrace and solemnly lays his hands on Murphy’s shoulders. “You can safely assume that if I ever refuse you a kiss I’m probably dead,” he says.

Murphy’s lips are soft and warm, and the slow drag of them against his drags his brain back to thoughts of dim rooms and plush bedding and sleep-heavy cuddles. Hob is so tired, and he wants so badly to lay down for a nap, preferably buried under said fiancé and a blanket.

Murphy’s hands wander to the small of his back, fingers working lightly up and down the muscles next to his spine, massaging until hob feels a lot like a puddle and nowhere near enough like a human to even be able to begin to fathom how he will get through the rest of this day.

With a last, small peck, Murphy withdraws and Hob can’t help the whine that escapes his throat at the loss of warmth, at the loss of external stability for his taffy-structured bones.

But Murphy is right, they both still have work to do, they both—

Murphy is biting his lip, failing to hide a grin. One of Murphy’s hands is hidden behind his back, and Hob’s ears catch the finest hint of rustling cellophane.

“You didn’t.” He says, scandalised, secretly delighted at Murphy’s sly deception. He absolutely would. He absolutely has.

“You are right, I did not,” Murphy cheerfully agrees, shoving his hand into his pocket with an even more obvious rustle, a tiny flash of gold blinking from his fist for a second. “I would never.”

And with another grin and a wink, he sprints out of the kitchen.

“You criminal!” Hob shouts after him, not even pretending to give chase. “You’ll regret that later!”

His only answer is a bout of raspy, deranged laughter that he holds close to his heart.

Maybe, just maybe it’ll get him through the rest of the evening.

send me a kissy prompt or read the other ones here

[thesoleilla]

Hello I am very fond of your writing style lately and wanted to drop a request :) I would really like if you do one this in Gojo or Dazai

Going on shopping with them

Writing their name on their palm

slow dancing

souvenir from travels

Please I will really appreciate if you did any two of them or just club them all in one up to you how you do them. Hope you have a great day <333

Souvenir from a trip | Dazai x Reader

Masterlist

As a member of a detective agency, Dazai often had to travel around Japan which meant, he was away a lot, leaving you alone, in an empty miserable apartment.

Everytime he came back, your home filled up with life again. Sure, he made a mess, but that was what made this damn apartment feel like home. It felt as if he never left. And he himself acted like he never left. Never once did he say he missed you, or even told you about what he did. He never even asked what you did, which hurt the most. He simply didn't seem to care. Perhaps he did, maybe he didn't. You thought dating him would help uncover all of the mysteries, turns out he just created others. He probably did care, you knew it, but never getting that simple confirmation made you ache. You weren't asking for much, just wanted to be sure he missed you, and that life was harder without you.

As a result of this behaviour, here you were, sitting on the couch of your empty apartment, among the many candy wrappers and papers, mindlessly watching the tv, or more like zoning out to the TV. If someone asked, you wouldn't even be able to tell them what you were watching. But it brought a bit of light to your eyes, action to this place, the only bit of life you could get.

You just craved life, and seeing other humans interacting on your stream made it feel slightly more real.

That was, until you heard the tingling sound of keys unlocking the door. Right, today was the day he was supposed to come back - somehow, you managed to forget that piece of information. Maybe you just... didn't care anymore. Usually, you'd be rushing towards the door to greet him excitedly, but you simply couldn't find the strength for that right now. It just happened too many times. You knew he wouldn't reciprocate your excitement, why even try? And so, you just kept sitting on that damn couch, occasionally sneaking a pic at the door being opened.

"Y/NNNN!!! Oh, how I've missed you!!!" ... Huh? Dazai was now rushing towards you, a big bag in his hands, which he carefully put down on the table before purposefully falling down on top of you, hugging you tight.

"...What are you doing?"

"What? Am I not allowed to miss my sweet, dearest Y/N?!" He faked his shock dramatically, which would usually make you cheer up and forget everything. Unfortunately, today wasn't usual.

"...Why now, out of nowhere?"

"Because I, Dazai Osamu, the greatest boyfriend ever, got back my souvenirs!" He kept up his dramatic theatrical tone, which started working on you.

"Got back...? 'samu, you better explain yourself."

"Open the bag, and you'll find the answer your heart desires!" He said, almost forcing the bag into your hands, and, oh Lord was it heavy.

You eventually started looking inside, finding a souvenir from every place he has been too in the past few years. Mugs, badges, keychains, patches... You name it, he had it.

"Why not give me this before..?"

Dazai rolled his eyes "Alas, you should refer to the very evil coworker Kunikkida who kept taking them from me and said I could only have them back when I was done with my work!"

You rolled your eyes as well, sighing and chuckling before burying your face into his chest.

"You're an idiot sometimes. I was scared, dumbass... Why did you never tell me you missed me though?"

Dazai pushed up imaginary glasses onto his nose with a slug grin. "Well, that would be meaningless without a gift wouldn't it?"

You chuckled at his antics, squeezing him tighter.

"Well, don't do that again. You scared the crap out of me.."

"Okay, I promise." He let go of his over the top tone, almost whispering as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Heyyy! Heavily apologize for the very late response, as always, I'm still catching up on requests and just don't have a lot of times to dedicate to writing. Hope you enjoyed this, you all take care and have a great day!

After today, you found yourself with an healthier relationship, and a whole lot of mugs.

[luna0713hunter]

Some night,sleep comes easily to you.

On those nights,you don't need to do much;just the comfort of your bed,and a warm cup of tea is enough to lull you to sleep. On those nights,your dreams are vivid;a sound of laughter and a sunny sky. Everything seems easy on those nights.

But right now,as you lay in your bed and stare up at the ceiling in the dark,you wished it was one of those nights as well. But as the clock blinks and shows you the slightly too bright digits of 2:00 AM,and the several empty cups of tea,you know you wont get any sleep that night. And on the nights you can't sleep,dark thoughts always swarm your mind.

You turn your head away from the ceiling,only to bury it in the pillow by your head;and when you take a deep breath,the familiar scent of lavender makes you slightly dizzy.

Gods above,you miss Izana so bad.

Your boyfriend had texted you a few hours ago that he would be late,so you should head to bed first. But both of you knew that was impossible;ever since you two started going out, sleeping without one another was an impossible task. Ever since you experienced how it feels to have Izana's arm wrapped around your waist,your legs intertwined,and him whispering silly things in your ear only to make you giggle,you stopped bothering to sleep alone.

With another sigh,you turn your face completely in his pillow and you will yourself to not cry;Izana had his own stuff to worry about,he didn't need your whining right now.

You're so lost in thoughts that when you hear the familiar hum of the engine,you think you're only imagining things;after all, your boyfriend wont be home until the dawn,and you doubt anyone is stupid enough to go after you.

But when you hear not one,but three gentle taps to your closed window,you immediately jump out of bed and rush toward it. With a slight grunt,you push the windows open and let out a surprised gasp.

"Hey there, princess." Izana's silver hair shines brightly under the faint moonlight,but his grin is more blinding than any light. He's holding small pebble, seemingly having them thrown at your window "care for a ride?"

With a excited squeal,you rush down the stairs;still in your oversized t-shirt and shorts as you burst through the front door.

Izana's grin widens as he spots you,and immediately opens his arms for you. He lets out a low whistle when he sees what you're wearing.

"is that mine, babygirl?"

You let out a breathless laugh when he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.

"want it back?"

"heck no," his response is immediate as he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, "if you take it off I literally might die. In fact," he lets go of you for a moment before shrugging his jacket off and wrapping it around your smaller form. His grin is lazy and his violet eyes are hazy as he speaks next,

"looking good there, Captain."

Your cheeks flush deep red and you slap his bicep playfully; earning a loud laughter from your boyfriend. Your eyes soften when you see how young Izana actually looks like this;free with small tears on the corner of his eyes. And suddenly, you're leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

Izana lets out a surprised noise,but immediately kisses you back. His lips taste like strawberry,and you're guessing he probably had those candies he loves so much.

When you finally part,both of your cheeks are flushed,and a silly smile rests on your lips. Izana pecks your lips one last time before giving you the extra helmet he got for you when you started dating.

"ready to go, princess?"

You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze once

"lets go, pretty boy."

And even on the nights where you cant sleep, you'll be ok.

For my lovely @milky-aeons

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

omegaverse nursing

feral omega murder-nanny Jason and pup Damian in the League

Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this

Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

YJ accidental baby acquisition

snippet from "YJ accidental baby acquisition":

"Thank you," Tim says, dropping the swab into the evidence bag. Kenley eyes him sourly for a last long moment, then makes a point of looking at Vic instead. Tim feels distinctly ignored. 

That's definitely not because Kenley's stopped seeing him as a potential threat, he knows, and can't help suspecting it's that they trust Kon more than they don't trust him. 

Or they think Kon's going to be easier to manipulate than the rest of them, given the clone factor, and–

"You're doing good, Kenley," Kon says, giving Kenley another gentle little squeeze. Tim remembers, again, how quickly he had that name to hand. "Want a lollipop or something after this? Gar's probably got some kicking around if Bart doesn't.” 

"Why?" Kenley asks. 

"This is basically your first doctor's appointment," Kon says reasonably. "Lollipops are traditional, right?" 

". . . hm," Kenley says, brow just barely creasing assessingly. 

"Kon, they've never eaten anything in their life and you want to start them off with candy?" Cassie asks, putting her hands on her hips and looking exasperated by the idea. 

"Yeah," Kon replies with a shrug. "Tasting stuff for the first time is really overwhelming, simpler flavors are easier to start with. Not gonna want to order them paneer right now, you know? Maybe get them some of those bottled smoothies to start, actually, on that note. I puked the first couple times I tried eating and I'm pretty sure my teenage stomach was more capable of handling solid food than a kindergarten one is gonna be. Plus sugar tastes good, and Kenley should get to taste something good for their first time." 

"Oh, uh, good idea," Cassie says, blanching slightly. Tim empathizes with the urge to backpedal on saying the wrong thing here. Deeply empathizes. He's not sure it would've even occurred to him to make sure that Kenley's first experience with taste was a positive one or that they might have trouble with solid food right off the bat, himself. 

Kon's "ours" comment is both making more and more sense and also is probably for the best, at this point. 

“What flavor do you wanna try?” Bart asks Kenley, peering curiously at them. “Wonder Girl's favorite is cherry and mine's orange and Robin's is green apple, so you might like one of those or you could try–” 

“Mango,” Kenley says, burying their face in Kon's chest and gripping his jacket again. 

. . . that's Kon's favorite, Tim knows. 

And he'd be a lot less concerned by that choice if Bart had actually mentioned that fact. Especially because mango is a much, much more specific and unusual candy flavor than something like grape or lemon.

[abiiors]

Crush

In which Matty is a lil pining idiot who has a massive crush. This is a work of fiction because Matty Healy is in fact 🤏🏼this tall.

It’s thirty minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage. 

They’re in a city they’ve played in multiple times, he knows the setlist from back to front and he’s already thinking about what twists he can put on the songs tonight. The backstage is pretty crowded and bustling; George sits on a chair, idly drumming away to whatever’s playing in his ears at the moment. Ross is nowhere to be found, probably out having a cigarette break and Hann chats with some of the backing artists. 

Matty sits and watches. 

He knows you’re far too busy running around from one person to the next, making sure everything is perfect and ready to go. Your staff lanyard swishes back and forth every time you dash past him and his heart squeezes every time you throw a casual smile at others.

‘You’re running around like a headless chicken,’ he calls out as soon as you’re in hearing distance. 

You stagger to a stop, look at him with a raised eyebrow, ‘yea well,’ you shrug, ‘I have a million last-minute things to look at.’

He knows it’s literally your job but in this moment, all he wants is for you to sit next to him (better yet, for you to sit in his lap) and just talk to him. About anything and everything. But then a small smile blooms on your face and his heart skips a beat. 

‘Your tie is so wonky,’ you chuckle a bit and gesture for him to stand up. 

It’s become a bit of a habit for him now, wearing his tie off by just the slightest. It happened a few months ago on accident when he was rushing but then he saw how it irked you and how you were dying to fix it. How close you both stood while your fingers worked deftly at the knot. He remembers jokingly thinking about how he adores you even with your hands around his neck. 

And now he does it on purpose, wears his tie just crooked enough to irk you so you would come over and fix it for him. But he has to be careful not to do it every time. And on days he ties a perfect knot, he constantly dreams about your soft hands gently undoing it.

‘Oh, so you know all about ties now?’ he teases, trying to compensate for how breathless he feels. A faint scent of jasmine washes over him, your shampoo or your body lotion, he doesn’t know but his mind has started associating the scent with you and you alone. 

‘Do you want me to fix it or not?’ you challenge and he nods so fast that he’s sure he looks unhinged. 

He worries a bit that he’s teased at the wrong time. You were clearly running around, busy with other things backstage and now he’s sprung an additional task on you. He’s worried that he’s come across as a petulant rockstar who needs assistance for as simple a task as this. 

‘I should be charging you for this,’ you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling and his brain short circuits. 

For one, you’ve just teased back and now all he can think about is biting your lip while holding you in his arms. 

The height difference between you means that every time you look up at him, it’s through your eyelashes. His lips part slightly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. And he can’t; he can’t just go around burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply. So he has to collect little bits and pieces of you whenever he can and store them like stolen candy. 

‘There,’ you say, once you’re done and give him a little pat on his chest, ‘now you look all handsome again.’

Him. Handsome. You think he looks handsome. And he’s sure he has the stupidest, silliest grin on his face.

‘Oh god, don’t smile at me like that,’ you blurt out. It’s rushed, almost a whisper, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud but your eyes widen. And your cheeks turn pink in an instant. 

‘Why?’ he feigns arrogance, Matty Healy seamlessly slipping into truman black, ‘does my devastatingly handsome smile make you go crazy?’

You roll your eyes but don’t take a step back, you don’t even move your hands from his chest. Which is a bit of a problem because his heart is racing. 

‘You okay?’ you ask and he watches your brows furrow in concern. You're definitely onto him.  

Shit. Shit. Shit. He has to think on his feet and the only thing he can’t do right now is focus! 

‘Just nervous about the show?’ 

It comes out more like a question, and he wants to kick himself for telling such an obvious lie. You know he has played here like four times before. You know he has everything rehearsed and ready to go and whatever amount of nerves he might feel, they’re nowhere near enough to make his heart pound like this. 

You give him a sceptical look and open your mouth, about to say something but someone calls your name. Both your gazes snap to see another person on the staff, clipboard in hand, feet tapping impatiently. Matty feels an instant annoyance because how dare they look at you with anything but adoration but then his gaze snaps back to you. 

‘I gotta go,’ you give him a small apologetic smile, ‘but good luck out there, you’ll be fantastic.’ Before he knows what’s happening, you stand on your toes and press a tiny kiss on his cheek. And just like, you’re gone, running around the set once again. 

In a daze, his fingers come up to lightly touch his cheek. Multiple neurons in his body are misfiring and he feels a bit like he’s about to fall off a cliff. 

He wonders if he should follow you and kiss you hard enough that he will taste you for days. He wonders if you taste like the cherry lip gloss you use. Then he worries that you’re just a friendly, affectionate person. And finally, he burns with envy that someone out there might be getting a real, proper good-luck kiss from you. 

‘Alright, mate?’ Ross appears, finally back from his cigarette break and Matty has to stop himself from unloading everything on him. He just sticks to nodding absentmindedly and clears his throat.

It’s ten minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

And now all he can think about is crooked ties and cherry-flavoured lips. 

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(yes, i put another lyrical reference in there. are we surprised?)

[invisibleraven]

exclaiming “because i love you” during an argument for Carrie/anyone

"Daddy are you free tomorrow night?" Carrie asked.

Trevor hummed for a second then shook his head. "Sorry baby, I have a meeting with the studio about my collab with The Stones. We can do movie night the weekend okay?"

Carrie plastered on a smile and nodded, crumpling the flier for her show in her hands. Why did she even bother?

She knew she shouldn't complain-her dad worked hard to provide for her. She had the best clothes, whatever lessons or experts she needed. Every gig that Dirty Candi did was in part supported by Trevor Wilson-either his name or his money.

But then she looked at how Julie's dad came to every single gig the Phantoms played. How Flynn's dad worked as a model for her fashion show during her Home Ec class presentation. How Kayla's grandfather would drop everything for her to ensure she was happy and healthy.

She got that her dad couldn't come to every show, but he had never seen her perform as Pink Candi. Sure he got his assistant to get her flowers and had the woman sign a card for her, but somedays Carrie wanted to look out at the audience and actually see him.

Instead she buried the hurt, the disappointment, the neglect and let herself shine up on stage. She fought and worked so hard to become the best, to succeed as an artist.

So what if she shrunk in on herself as all the other parents collected the other Candi members at the end of show? So what if Carrie slid into a lonely car to go home to an empty house?

But then they landed the show-a one night only sold out performance at the biggest name club in town. One that would have agents and labels in the audience, ready to sign them if they did well enough.

She approached her father, and slid him the flier as he looked over his morning paper.

"What's this?" he asked, looking it over. "Oh is this a show you wanna go to? You know you don't need my permission baby."

"I was wondering if you would come?" Carrie asked, feeling deflated that he hadn't even noticed that it was her band on the flier.

"Aren't you a little old to need your daddy to take you to concert Carrie?" he asked.

"I don't need you to take me, I want you to come, there's a difference. I want to spend time with you."

"Well I am going to a party that night, if you wanna come to that?' he offered. "Probably won't be your scene, but you could be my plus one?"

Any other time, Carrie would have been delighted at the offer. Rubbing elbows with the rich, powerful, and talented? Sign her up! But...she couldn't skip this show-too many people were counting on her. Plus this was her chance to be someone without her dad orchestrating it.

"I can't, I'm going to this show."

"Well then, you can't say I didn't offer," Trevor stated. "You let me know how it is."

"Can't you skip the party?" Carrie asked, surprising even herself by asking-she usually didn't whine or beg for attention or affection.

"No Carrie. It's a work event, I'm not going for fun." He sighed then. "You know I have to work to keep us in this lifestyle, to keep my career going and not end up some washed up old rocker. Why would I put that aside to take you to some stupid show?"

"Because it's MY stupid show!" Carrie exploded. "But you didn't even look at it long enough to notice!"

"You mean you're still doing your little band thing?" Trevor asked. He looked at the flier once more. "How much of my money did it take to get you a spot there?"

Carrie seethed. "I worked my ass off to get us a spot there! Didn't drop your name or spend a dime of your money. I deserve that spot. But you don't care, so why should I bother asking if you would even come?"

Trevor didn't answer her, just looked downtrodden and remorseful. Good-it was what he had deserved after years of ignoring her, and belittling the greatest achievement she had yet to gain.

"I asked because I love you," Carrie stated, her voice cool. "This is your chance to prove that you reciprocate. The show starts at seven-don't be late."

With that she turned, calmly going up to her room, locking the door behind her and crying into her pillow. Ignoring the knocking at her door as all she could hear was the slow breaking of her heart.

[lonesome-witching]

A Play in Three Acts

This might have been the most ambitious prompt I've gotten so far. Which is why this is quite long. Shockingly long actually. And I even tried to shorten it. Thank you for the prompt @allnewtpir. Hope this fits with what you had in mind.

You can send me prompts or find the previous ones right here.

Robin’s mom had often described her love story as a play in three acts. It was a story Robin had grown sick of. As a child she had hoped she’d be granted the same type of love story. But that was before her mother had started to sound like a broken record and long before Robin realized she’d never be granted that same fairytale. Because Robin wasn’t like her mother, she wasn’t like most girls. And while some saw that as a blessing, Robin knew it as a curse. So, she’d bury that stupid play in three acts into the depths of her memory and hoped it would fade away.

But it never did. She could still recount the three acts and how they were supposed to unfold. 

Act I

The first meeting 

The first time Robin met Nancy wasn’t really the first time they met. Their real first time meeting was in kindergarten when each of the children in the circle had been forced to state their name as they were introduced to each other. Nancy had been sitting neatly on her chair, her hands clasped in her lap and Robin had thought she looked so mature. She herself had sat with one leg pulled up on her chair and hugging her knee, a habit she still hadn’t gotten rid off. 

But it wasn’t about that first meeting. It was about the first time they really met, the first time they actually spoke to each other, the moment they went from strangers to acquaintances. 

That happened at the beginning of Christmas break 1984. Robin had been in no mood to leave the house, the cold kept biting into her skin whenever she so much as opened a window. But despite the fact her winter coat had torn at the seams, her parents thought it was a great idea for Robin to walk to the grocery store for some last minute shopping. Very last minute, seeing as her extended family was already on the way to Hawkins. 

So, Robin found herself wandering around the endless isles of chips and drinks and candies. She was searching for orange juice when she noticed her. Standing in front of the fridge filled with different brands of orange juice and sodas stood Nancy Wheeler, eyes glazed over, staring at something beyond the glass. 

“Are you alright?” Robin approached cautiously, keeping her voice low and kind. She never liked being pulled out of her own concentration and she probably wouldn’t have even said anything if she didn’t need the access to that particular fridge. 

Nancy jumped back, her eyes now directed at Robin. She wasn’t sure whether she should be grateful or ashamed to have Nancy’s attention. 

“Huh?” Nancy frowned and Robin thought she might have been crying. 

“Are you alright?” Robin repeated, just as soft as before. 

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” 

She didn’t look fine. “Are you sure? Because I’m not. My partners are being… they’re acting like they know how they’re supposed to act but all it’s doing is making me do stuff I don’t want to do. Like I didn’t even want to leave the house today and I begged them to not invite my drunk aunt over for Christmas but mother knows best, you know? She does whatever she likes and then pretends it’s for my own good.” Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Why was she still talking? 

“Who are you?” Nancy asked and somehow Robin sensed that Nancy was wondering the same thing, why was she still talking to her? 

“Robin. Robin Buckley. We have chemistry. The class. We have chemistry class together at school. Hawkins High.” She refrained herself from adding Go, Tigers to her speech. 

“Right.” 

“Sorry, you probably have your own holidays to get to, let me just…” She pointed her thumb toward the fridge and Nancy stepped aside. 

Robin looked at the different selection of bottles. She wasn’t sure which one her cousins would prefer. At least she assumed she was buying it for the minors and not for some type of special cocktail her mom was thinking up. Those never tasted good. She noticed a bottle that looked somewhat familiar, maybe a brand her parents had bought her when she was a kid. Her hands grabbed it, all under the watchful eye of Nancy Wheeler. 

She knew Nancy was still watching her, could feel those blue eyes staring holes in the side of her face, which is exactly why she continued staring at the bottle she now held in her hands. 

“Robin?” Something had changed in Nancy’s voice and Robin wanted to learn what it was. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you have anywhere to be right now?” 

Act II

Strangers to friends

Everything had changed after that first meeting. When school started up in January, Nancy sought her out. Third period on Monday, Nancy dropped down in the seat next to Robin for their shared chemistry class with a shy smile. Robin’s own smile bright enough to light up the Christmas tree her parents forgot to take down. 

“Is this okay?” Nancy had asked. 

“Of course, this is great.” Robin replied and maybe she shouldn’t have sounded so eager. But her words eased the tension in Nancy’s shoulders and she really couldn’t regret anything that had that effect. 

So, they sat together during chemistry. And then they started sitting together during lunch twice a week. Mondays and Thursdays, the two lunches Nancy’s boyfriend spent in the darkroom to develop pictures. And then they started sitting together during lunch all the time. Even when Jonathan sat next to her, Nancy’s attention wouldn’t waver from Robin. And then they started calling each other, late at night. 

It was during those calls that Robin really got to know Nancy. Somehow the distance between them made it easier for Nancy to open up. Robin learned that Nancy wanted to become a journalist, that she’d always loved writing in any capacity but that with age and experience she had gotten addicted to diving into mysteries and unraveling them for all to see. Robin had wanted to ask about this experience but she had bitten her tongue. 

She learned that Nancy didn’t like the cold. And the way she had said it made Robin wonder if there was a reason for it. 

She learned that Barb hadn’t run away. The night they had that conversation they both ended up crying on the phone until they fell asleep. According to Nancy, Barb had gotten into an accident. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Robin didn’t want to accept this answer but she didn’t really have a choice. 

She learned that Nancy was determined and stubborn and smart. She learned that Nancy didn’t see herself that same way. She learned that maybe deep down she was falling in love with Nancy. 

And then summer approached and Nancy got a wonderful internship at the Hawkins Post, she had been ecstatic when she called Robin to tell her the good news, and Robin… Well, Robin had applied to every single store that had opened at the mall and had only gotten a chance from Scoops Ahoy. It hadn’t been her first choice, or her second or third, but it was a job and she needed the money. 

Nancy had been sitting on the Buckley couch when Robin had gotten the call. Nancy had seen the way Robin wasn’t all that excited for her own summer endeavors. And Nancy had tried to cheer her up instantly. 

And Robin had appreciated it. 

It was only when she learned that Nancy had gotten Jonathan a spot at the paper that something started to burn in her chest. It hadn’t helped that she had been informed of that on the same day Steve Harrington was hired at Scoops Ahoy. She’d be spending her summer with her nemesis while Nancy and Jonathan got to live out their dream, and it stung a little. 

It stung a little less when Nancy came into Scoops Ahoy on her days off. Always right around Robin’s lunch break. Always ordering a different flavor and tipping royally. Always wearing a skirt. 

“And I know I shouldn’t care what they think but it’s too much for me to take at this point. It’s humiliating.” Nancy pushed a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. 

“Who said you shouldn’t care?” Robin frowned at her lunch, no ice cream for her, she’d gotten sick of the treat after two weeks. 

“Jonathan. He said I shouldn’t care because they don’t know what they’re talking about but-”

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. I mean yeah, fuck these man for talking shit about you. You are better than them. But that doesn’t mean they should just get away with it. You’re brilliant and they should regret ever saying otherwise.” 

Maybe that had been a bit too much. There would come a moment when Nancy saw right through her and maybe that would be now. Because Nancy was looking at her with her mouth slightly agape, the spoon still resting on her tongue and her eyes wide. 

“Thank you. I think I really needed to hear that. Jonathan keeps telling me to suck it up because it’s such an amazing experience but I can’t just sit still and look pretty and do nothing.” 

Okay maybe Robin got away with it this time. 

“Don’t suck it up, Nance. Stand up for yourself. If you think there is potential in this article then write it and please, Nance, don’t give up. If Jonathan won’t stand by your side, I will.”

Nancy smiled. “Enough about me, tell me about your week. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

So Robin did. “Somehow Steve is getting worse at flirting and I didn’t know that was possible. I still can’t believe he got you to date him.” 

“He was different in high school, you know that.” 

“Was he really that different?” 

“I guess so.” 

And maybe it was wishful thinking but there almost seemed to be a new glint, a new spark, in Nancy’s eyes. 

Act III

Love confessions

“Have you ever been in love?” Robin wasn’t sure where the words came from. Maybe because in the back of her mind a soft voice kept chanting Nancy, Nancy, Nancy. 

“Yep, Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.” Steve followed the words with a sound that must be mimicking a gun. And Robin felt her own heart break. 

Somehow she and Steve had become friends. Through the translations and the scheming and the Russian layer with its doctors and drugs, it really wasn’t that hard to bond. 

“Oh my God, she’s such a priss.” And maybe the truth serum was wearing off because she didn’t really mean that. Nancy was more than a priss. 

“Turns out, not really.” 

Robin wanted to know more. But her own envy got in the way. She couldn’t bear to hear of all that Steve and Nancy had gotten up to. 

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” 

Please say no, please say no, please for the love of God say no. 

“No.” 

Oh thank God.

“Why not?” How could anyone not be in love with Nancy Wheeler? 

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” What? “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying ‘you know you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie’-“

“Wait, who’s Suzie?” Robin interrupted.

“It’s some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I’m not 100% sure she’s even real. But that’s not- that’s not really the point. That doesn’t matter. The point is there is this girl, you know, the one that I like, it’s somebody that I… didn’t even talk to in school.” 

Oh God no, don’t say that. Robin exhaled, feeling this anxious tension crawl up her body. 

“And I don’t even know why. Maybe cause Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or… I wouldn’t be… prom king. It’s stupid, I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyway. Because when I think about it I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all, she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like this summer I have laughed harder than I have laughed… in a really long time.”

Robin couldn’t help but smile a little. She did like Steve. She liked Steve a lot. Just not like this. She had finally found her people. Nancy and Steve. And yet she had fallen in love with the first one and was about to be forced to reject the other. Life wasn’t fair. 

“And she’s smart. Way smarter than me. You know, she can crack, like, top secret Russian codes and… you know? She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever even met before.” 

Goddamit Steve! Why? 

Robin put her head in between her knees. She was going to throw up. 

“Robin?” Steve knocked on the wooden stall. Robin looked up, but Steve couldn’t see that. He couldn’t see the uncomfortable smile on her face. “Robin, did you just OD in there?”

“No.” Robin sighed heavily. “I… am still alive.” Unfortunately. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. 

And then Steve was sliding under the stall toward her. 

“The floor is disgusting.” Robin said, more out of instinct than anything else. She’d never been good at keeping her mouth shut. 

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so… What do you think?” 

“About?”

“This girl.”

“She sounds awesome.” 

“She is awesome. And what about the guy?” 

“I think he’s on drugs, and he’s not thinking straight.” 

“Really? Cause I think he’s thinking a lot more clearly than usual.” 

“He’s not.” Robin prided herself on her stern gaze. “Look… he doesn’t even know this girl. And if he did know her, like- like really know her, I don’t think he’d even want to be her friend.” Was she actually doing this? Was she actually about to confess her biggest secret to Steve Harrington in the dirty Starcourt mall bathroom. 

“No, that’s not true. No way is that true.” Steve leaned forward. 

“Listen to me, Steve. It’s shocked me to my core but I like you. I really like you. But I’m not like your other friends.” 

“Robin, that’s exactly why I like you.” 

Oh God, she was actually going to do this. “Steve, earlier when I talked about being jealous and, like, obsessed, it wasn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because you got to kiss her.” 

“Who?” 

“Nancy Wheeler. You got to kiss her and hold her and you got to call her yours. And all I can do is be her friend and endure the lengthy conversations about her boyfriend just so she’ll look at me. Because it might be torture to hear about Jonathan or about what things were like with you, but it is worth it for that smile on her face and that spark in her eyes. I’d give everything for her to feel that way about me.” 

“What?” The door to the bathroom fell shut. Steve and Robin turned their heads towards the intrusion. There stood Nancy Wheeler for once sporting a pair of high waisted pants and a black and red striped shirt. 

“Nancy?” Robin exhaled the name. “I can explain.” 

“Okay.” Nancy stood there blinking at her and Robin wasn’t sure she could explain, her mind was still fuzzy. 

“What are you doing here?” She said instead and maybe she should have started with that question. She crawled to her feet. 

“Dustin, he radioed. He was worried. I rushed over as soon as I could. Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, just injected with truth serum.” Robin chuckled uncomfortably.

“Is that why you said… what you said?” 

Robin wasn’t sure what to reply. She wasn’t even sure that was why she had said it. Indirectly it surely had been the cause. So, for perhaps the first time in her life, Robin said nothing. 

“Robin, do you like me?” Nancy took a careful step forward. 

“Of course I like you, we’re friends. I like my friends, everyone likes their friends.” She quickly looked at Steve but saw nothing but confusion on his face. 

“That’s not what I meant.” Another step. 

“Oh.” 

“Robin, do you like me?” Nancy repeated, slowly closing the distance between them. 

Her mouth felt dry, like she had been roaming the desert instead of a Russian layer under the local mall. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t get a word out. With a resigned sigh she nodded her head. 

“Oh God.” Nancy exhaled as if she had been holding her breath. “That’s good. That is so good.” She laughed softly. 

“It is?” Robin croaked out. 

“I thought… I thought I was imagining things. That you were just being nice when you complimented me and made grand speeches but now I know I wasn’t going crazy.” 

“You weren’t.” 

“I like you too, Robin.” 

“You what?” Robin nearly shouted the words. There was no way. Nancy must have misunderstood her. 

“I like you. You listen and you always know what to say. You know a little bit about everything, you’re so smart. You’re so beautiful. How could I not like you?” Nancy was standing close now, very close. 

“But you’re Nancy Wheeler?” 

“I am.” 

“What about Jonathan?” 

“We broke up. He didn’t understand me. Not like you do.” Nancy was staring up at her through her lashes. And then she was leaning in, closing the last bit of distance between them and pressing her lips against Robin’s in a featherlight kiss. 

“Oh my God, I’m never going to hear the end of this.” Steve groaned. 

“What?” Robin had almost forgotten he was there. 

“I’ve been flirting with girls all summer and they’ve all turned me down. You flirt with one girl and she ends up kissing you. We both know you are never shutting up about this, Robin.” 

Nancy laughed as she intertwined their hands.

[bekyll]

My third piece for @gtgotcha4gaza for anonymous. Once again, I used my oc's for this. I hope you like it.

The prompt: Shapeshifter male x human. Shapeshifter male has been keeping his size-changing abilities a secret until he has a sudden and unexpected growth spurt right in front of his longtime crush. He’s super embarrassed and feels ashamed and monstrous, but his crush gives him all the hugs and comfort he needs until he’s able to return back to normal size. Potential confessions ensue

Raymond was not normal, and he knew it. Having lost a limb during an accident when he was younger, he always struggled to keep up with his siblings. Even though they were seemingly equal, he had a hard time keeping up with their wild ideas. It was the late 19th century, and the United States was not a place for people who were about to be left behind. So Raymond left the two people he had known his entire life, and left to find work suited for something like him.

It also did not help that he was abnormal in other ways. When he got nervous, which could happen a lot when traveling on the road, he had an uncontrolled ability to fight. This did not happen with a spike of adrenaline or the sudden loss of all rationality, but instead it translated in his entire body growing. When he had been younger, it had been only slightly, so he could loom over bullies and such. But as his anxiety increased, especially since he had spent a while alone in prison, he could grow up to 20 meters.

Moving closer to Mexico, he had the chance to start over. He made sure there was nothing to worry about, did his work as well as he could and did not speak about the past. Here, Raymond Kitzen was a new man. A young adult with a peach fuzz that worked in a small shop at a local ranch. He liked this much more than his former life, and although he missed his siblings, he knew it was all for the best.

Fernanda was the daughter of the ranch owner, with lovely, dark hair and light brown eyes that shone in the southern sun. Raymond knew how to talk with girls, but somehow, she was different. Perhaps it was a slight fear of revealing something about his past, admitting that he sometimes couldn't sleep because he dreamt of fire, smoke and towering over innocent people. Still, he fixed the purple handkerchief around his neck and put on a charming smile, secretly giving her candy from behind the counter. Fernanda, or Fern as she was often called, did not shy away. She was a busy girl, but sometimes they would sit and watch the horses like a dream. He was a bad rider, but it was an excuse to sit behind the woman and hold her, with her denim jeans and hat.

She was free and she looked wonderful when she was doing her job. Maybe Raymond was jealous of how easy it all seemed to her, but he would never voice his thoughts. There was no time for that here.

They were sitting alone beneath the shade of a tree. Raymond was puffing out smoke and handed a cigarette to Fern, who told him about her youth. Just small things they did together, even though he hardly told about his own past. He would tell about his siblings, how he missed them and how he wondered if they did the same.

“Of course they do. They probably love you. I know they do.”

Raymond was silent, and his heart began to skip a little faster. A sudden thought came through, and he was suddenly anxious about losing this, whatever they had, that lay unspoken in the middle. He should confess his feelings, or his past, but both could mean the end of things.

She would deserve honesty and he would deserve the release. He was tired of his insomnia only because he was worried that his past would catch up somehow. What if his siblings arrived at his door and, despite their best intentions, they could reveal everything he had tried to bury beneath earth and stone and grass.

“Mhm? Ray?” He heard. Raymond sat up, rubbing his neck.

“What? Sorry-”

“I asked what’s wrong. You're tense.”

“Am I? Oh..” Raymond looked at his hands, which were shaking. He could already feel the pain in his muscles and another wave of panic washed over him.

If this situation, the spiraling of his thoughts, wasn't bad enough, he also began to panic about containing said panic. Panic meant exposure, and that meant a whole lot of destruction. “Fern. I think- I need to go on a walk.” He stood up and took his hat. Walking around could be dangerous without protection.

“Wow, hey. Ray? What's the matter?” She sat up, only standing up when he began to walk away from her. She took him by the shoulder, but Raymond turned away.

“I'm fine. I just-” he could not even speak. He felt vulnerable, weak, defenseless. Before he knew it, he was walking backwards, tripped over a rock and fell. His cheeks were red, his hat had fallen on the ground.

Without the ability to run or hide, he could feel himself growing. It did not hurt, but his entire body began to tingle uncomfortably. He closed his eyes, afraid of light brown eyes that were afraid of him.

He could feel his legs touch the tree that was slowly becoming smaller. He hid his eyes behind his fingers. The horse began to trample the ground wildly and Fernanda was shushing it. He focused on that sound, and it almost calmed him down as well.

Then it stopped, and Raymond felt the sun burn on his scalp with his hat too small. He peeked between the fingers and looked for Fern, who stared up at him with an open mouth. He had never seen her so small before.

“Ray. You are giant.” She announced, dumbfounded.

Raymond groaned softly, but he didn't dare to stand up. It would only result in him looming over the area. He wanted to curl up and make himself small, but his heartrate was moving at a high speed.

“Holy shit.”

“I'm so sorry, Fern!” Raymond exclaimed with his eyes closed. “You shouldn't see me like this. No one should want something like me.”

“What are you talking about?” She sounded so far away.

“How am I ever able to fit in- how am I able to be myself when this happens at the worst times. I managed to be normal for almost a year, and now I fucked up.” He fought the urge to move a muscle, afraid to ruin more.

Suddenly, he could feel something touch his leg, exposed from his ripped clothes. At least he wasn't fully naked.

He didn’t dare look down, afraid of her. Dark, brown eyes. A deep frown.

“Raymond, hey, calm down.”

Raymond chuckled, because how could he? He was a monster.

“Stop thinking stupid thoughts.” It was as if Fern could read his mind. Raymond finally removed the hands from his face, looking down at her in surprise. “Let me tell you one thing before you speak- no! I said, don't open your mouth. Listen. Whatever is happening. It will be alright, but for now you need to calm down. Here.” Being the adventurous girl she had always been, she walked over to Raymond’s leg and began to climb it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. When she settled on his knee, She extended a hand, motioning him forward.

“Give me your palm, and lift me up.” She demanded.

Raymond did as she asked, unfamiliar with the feeling of something small and fragile in his hand. He was afraid he would drop her, but he brought her closer to his face as she commanded. When she was next to his cheek, she extended her arms and put them on his skin. A hug. It was a tiny hug. Her arms dug in his skin, and she rested her own cheek on his.

“There, there, my friend.” She said kindly. Raymond closed his eyes, and the feeling was so strange that he didn't dare to say a word.

“Now why are you crying?” Without him realizing, big tears rolled down his cheek. It was too hot for this, and he was too exposed. He couldn't wipe it away with only one arm.

Fern just sat back, smiling at him. Unafraid, as if this was okay.

“It fucking sucks.” Raymond said wetly. “It fucking sucks. I hate being here, I don't want to be big. Exposed.”

“I think it looks cute.”

“I look like a… monster.” He furrowed his brow, glancing at her, lowering her to the floor. “Fern, don't tease.”

With his hand free, he wiped away the tear. He wasn't even in a crying mood, but at least he was calming down.

“Hey, I wouldn't lie. God won't allow that, you know.” She took his finger and held it. “Now, mind telling me what this is about?”

Raymond clenched his jaw. “I just got nervous. It's... in my head.” He waved a hand in the air.

Fern was still holding him, relaxed. For a moment, Raymond forgot what he was.

“Actually, this is amazing. Imagine how easily you could herd the cattle now. You wouldn't even need both arms for that.

Raymond shook his head. “Fern…”

“I'm serious. We could walk from here to the mountains in such a short time. You are brilliant like this.” She spoke with such excitement, waving her arms around. She was unafraid and amazing like that.

Raymond chuckled, ducking his head away, “Thanks. For doing this.” He could actually feel his muscles relax, his panic began to fade, And slowly he began to shrink. He hardly even noticed it until he was eye to eye with Fern.

Raymond was not a boy anymore, but he sagged forward in relief against her shoulder.

Fern hugged him. “You are okay.”

“Fern…” Raymond started, his eyes closed, her arms holding him tightly, “I really, really like you. I think you are amazing. If I could, I would swipe you off your feet and… I don't know, marry you near the sea.” He spoke softly, with a big grin. It wasn't scary, because he was talking to his best friend. It wasn't scary, because she would love him no matter what. He loved her because she was who she was, and she took the time to hold him.

“Ray… I love you too.” Fern said sweetly, holding him back to look at his face. She kissed him on his two cheeks, so gentle and soft, “And one day you will! I mean, you carried me already, I am sure you will again.”

Raymond looked at her, relieved to have this weight off his shoulder. He finally slept peaceful that night.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Learning to Be Loved

What’s this? That little Tommy thing now has a name? It does indeed! It also has a part Two! Slight content warning for spousal abuse. Please enjoy!~

Steve looks good. Hair a little longer than he remembers, wearing a scarf around his neck. Tommy spots the plastic curve of a hearing aid that experience has taught him to keep an eye out for. The Omega in front of him blinks slowly.

“Tommy? What are… are those kids!?”

Tommy grins shyly, rubbing his hands over the top of the twin’s heads. Needing the grounding feeling of their hair under his hands.

“Yeah. Mine, obviously.”

While only Bellamy inherited his hair, they all inherited his freckles. His little Bell, always more outgoing than her sister, waves at Steve. Fingers wiggling excitedly even as she sticks close to Joy’s side.

“The little red haired menace is Bellamy, the older two are Amity and Joy.”

Joy steps even closer to Tommy, dragging Bellamy with her as she tries to burrow into his leg. Amity scowls, her green eyes dark and watchful. She’s too young for her secondary to be obvious but Tommy thinks there’s a good chance she’s going to be an Alpha.

“Jesus, Tommy.”

He wonders what’s got Steve saying that. Him dropping in? The fading bruise on his cheek?

The obvious tan line where he’d been wearing a cast not even two days ago? Or the fact that he has not one but three kids when he swore he never wanted any? His grin turns rueful.

“Sorry to just drop in but I wanted the girls to meet their only uncle.”

In a daze Steve lets them in. The entryway of his house is cluttered, cleats and sneakers mixing with what his father would call ‘girly’ shoes. There’s various sports equipment and nerd books scattered around in clumps. It’s lived in. Nothing Lloyd would have allowed. Nothing their parents would have let them get away with. Tommy loves it. Loves that Steve got to have it.

“My kids are in the backyard, if yours want to join?”

Bellamy only needs to see Tommy incline his head before she’s dragging a reluctant Amity down the hall, listening to Steve’s directions on how to get out there. Leaving just Steve, Tommy and Joy standing there. Joy who clings to him like a limpet. Joy who climbs into his lap the moment he sits down in an even more lived in living room. It’s quiet but not uncomfortable.

“How old are you, Joy?” Steve asks. He’s rifling through a candy bowl.

Joy doesn’t answer. Just turns so that she can bury her face into whatever part of Tommy she can reach. He hates himself, hates how long he stayed. But they’re out now, he has to remember that. He left. Absent-mindedly he checks to make sure that her hearing aids are still in her ears.

“She’s eight, and so is Amity.”

Amity who should be wearing glasses. Who needs glasses, he makes a mental note to see if Mr Clifford still runs the optometrist. If so he may need to go to the next town over for glasses.

“And Bellamy?”

“Bell’s five.”

Small talk is had. They talk around why Tommy is here. Never actually touching the reason. Tommy wants to. Wants to apologize. But the words keep getting stuck. It’s like when he broke up with Carol. The words he wanted to say refusing to budge until after he’d hurt her. Little snores clue Tommy into the fact that Joy has fallen asleep. He probably shouldn’t let her nap. But… maybe she deserves some rest if she wants it.

“I meant it, ya know. You’re the only brother I have. The only one I ever talked about.”

TJ, Tate and Tucker will never know about the girls if Tommy has any say in the matter. An impossible dream, of course, here in Hawkins. But the Omega wants to dream. Steve smiles at him, small but real.

“I’d love it if I could bring them around. Won’t blame you if you-“

“Of course you can. You staying around long or is this just a stop.”

Tommy has an apartment here. Small, three bedrooms. Almost more than he can afford but he’s also got a job lined up at Family Video. Hawkins always was stuck in the past. He wants to lay down roots.

“Staying. Hopefully. I want to stay.”

Steve’s standing in front of him, knees cracking as the other Omega squats down in front of him. Hand brushes the bruise.

“The one who gave you this?”

“Out of the picture… hopefully.”

Steve nods.

“If he comes back, let me know.”

“Aaaaaw Stevie.”

It’s easier after that. A stampede of kids interrupting at lunch time. Tommy’s not sure how many kids are in that rush and how many are Steve’s but Steve has always had too big of a heart.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy says as he leaving, Bellamy talking Joy’s ear off to the point it looks like Joy is going to take her hearing aids out, Amity sticking close.

“For Nancy, Billy. All of it. It wasn’t right. We, I, was an asshole. Took me some time but I learned.”

Steve pulls him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry too. For not being there to help.”

“Wasn’t your job to give me a knock on the head, Stevie. Just like it wasn’t Carol’s.”

“You going to go see her?”

Tommy nods. Carol and her sisters are on the list. He thinks the sight of the girls will keep her from tearing him a new one.

“Glad you’re back.”

He’s not sure he’s glad to be back. He’s heard about things that happened after he left. The mall fire. Billy almost dying. The town fucking splitting. Hawkins is cursed, Tommy knows that, but it’s also the closest thing he has to a home. He’s not sure he’s making the right choice as walks up the stairs, three little girls following like ducks. His father is still alive. Still here. He opens the door to their new apartment. Bare, no furniture, no knickknacks. The kitchen is empty. He’s going to have to go to Melvads before the night is over. He’s not sure as he unloads the car of bags. Little Will Byers isn’t the only one who died and came back. Heard tales that Barb Holland also pulled a miraculous rebirth after the town cracked open. He’s not sure until Joy and Amity are gleefully talking about how to split the master bedroom. Until Bellamy says that her room is perfect for the hammock bed she “always” wanted. Maybe this won’t be so terrible.

——/——/——/——/——

Am I still undecided on how many kids to give Steve? Yes. Am I going to have to choose before I start working on the next bit? Also yes. Do I want Wayne Munson to own the apartment building Tommy now lives in? Maybe. @busyheadkeepbreathing part two is here~ (if you want me to not tag you let me know~)

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Undertaker, Ronald, Edward and Charles Grey comforting their gf who lost their young niece in an accident(my 9 year old niece was killed nearing 2 years ago when a driver fell asleep at the wheel and jumped the curb)

I'm so sorry for your loss, sweetheart :(

and I hope that this is in some way healing for you! it actually felt kind of healing for me too-

I remember when my ex's young niece (I can't remember how old she was, four or five maybe) was killed, it's been at least five or six years now, and while I was never that close with his family in general, I still do remember the times I was over at his house for the parties where a low of his family was there and I got to play with his niece and, even though we weren't very close, I still remember her tiny smile and laugh

may both those darling little angels rest in peace and be forever remembered ❤️

It just… makes him sick to think about, you know? For a child who had their whole life ahead of her, someone who had so many people who love her, to be taken out of the world in an instant, it’s unfair. He’s in shock from the news, not only for (Name) and her emotions, but also likely because he’d undoubtedly met her niece. Played with her, spoke to her, sang her songs, looked after her. Even if it wasn’t a long time since they met, he still had a bond with the little girl. There’s no way he’s leaving his beloved’s side, no matter what that means. He’ll hold her and do anything she needs him to do. He has no words of comfort to offer except for something that tastes hollow coming out of his mouth: “At least she’s not suffering anymore. She’s with God now, my love.” Whether or not that’s any solace depends on his S/O. Regardless, he’s here for her. He’s not going anywhere, and if she didn’t know before that she could count on him in times of extreme stress, she knows now that she can.

How, but…? He just saw (Niece) the other day. This isn’t right… it can’t have happened so quickly, can it? He gets hit harder with shock than his S/O, because he’s almost in denial that she’s gone. It’s no question that he’s been around that little girl, gently teasing her and impressing her with his fencing and things like that. Despite that she wasn’t his blood, she was close enough. His focus rapidly shifts from his own feelings to (Name)’s, because after all, this was her niece. She was closer to that child than he was, she spent more time with her. This must be devastating, so he makes sure he’s there for her. He makes sure Phipps and John and Ash can handle everything for Her Majesty, then Grey takes his darling home. If anyone so much as makes a comment that it was ‘only’ her niece (“be thankful it wasn’t your daughter or something, then you’d really be sad”), they’ll find themselves staring down his sword. Whatever she needs him to do, he’ll do it. No questions, no judgment, just support.

Fuckin’… that just ain’t right. It’s not. Everyone else can tell him till they’re blue in the face that the universe works in mysterious ways and all that shite, but that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t think an aunt should have to bury her niece, or a mother her daughter. That little girl probably knew him as ‘Uncle Ronnie’, because he loves children and was very friendly with her. Although he might have kept his distance from (Name)’s family in general, because he doesn’t want to put them in danger just by being near them, he came around often enough to know (Niece); he’d always have a piece of candy in his pocket when he knew he’d be visiting his S/O, just in case (Niece) happened to be there too. It makes him angry and sad and he knows he shouldn’t be angry because it was an accident. He just sort of wants someone to blame. Having someone to blame makes it easier… only he knows it really doesn’t. He’ll actually go so far as to shirk his duties completely, (when usually he at least half-asses them) so that he can comfort (Name). He’s bad with comfort, though, so she’s… she’s got to tell him what she needs. If she does that, he’ll make it happen. This is just such a mess, he doesn’t want her to go to a dark place she can never come back from.

… Tragedy. Awful, Goddamn, bloody tragedy. That’s the only word for it that he can conjure up. That’s the only word that exists for something like this. Cases where he had to reap the soul of a child are those which are burned into his brain from his previous work, and burned in further are the children’s funerals he’s presided over in his current work. He hates it. The loss of a little one is something he feels so heavily, no matter who that child was. ‘There’s always a reason for these things,’ the higher-up Reapers would tell him, but he can’t believe that. He remembers (Niece) all too well, the way he would play with her and tell her jokes and sit in on her tea parties when his darling had her around. He tries so hard to be brave for her, whisking her to privacy and offering to her family that he’ll take care of everything for (Niece)’s funeral; no payment of any kind necessary. (He never takes any payment for the little ones, anyway.) And he makes sure to take care of everything, keeping his S/O fed and cleanly dressed and whatever else she needs. She’s going to be able to grieve in peace, dammit. At the same time… this is the inspiration behind his Bizarre Dolls, that grief, a perfect subject. Who would deserve to be brought back from death, if not a child whose life was taken too soon? He’s… simply not sure if he can bring himself to corrupt his precious (Name)’s beloved niece in that way.

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

Update #37... or whatever number I'm up to now. Either way, I've got a few new items to show off today! Some new, some old, and some I didn't expect to find!

First off, this Jumbo Gummy Easter candy, from "Galerie"! I just happened to stumble upon it while helping my mother with her grocery shopping. I was in kind of a rush, so I didn't have time to check if they made any of the other pups. I have to imagine they have some of at least Chase and/or Skye. It cost $5 (a little pricey, imo).

To tell you the truth, I don't know if I want to eat this. I might try to preserve it... if possible, anyway. It wouldn't be the first editable piece of merchandise that's sitting among my collection. Probably won't be the last, either. It's a good thing my folks never bought me a Marshall cake for my birthday, otherwise I'd probably try to save that, too. 😂

Next up... this plush! I actually found it while browsing around a Goodwill for something. Before I left, I figured I'd take a quick peek at the toy section, since they tend to have a few PAW Patrol dolls from time to time. I only seen a few of Chase at first, but then out of the corner of my eye, I seen this thing, somewhat buried under a bunch of other dolls. It was only $2, so... sold! :)

Funnily enough, it's actually quite similar to another plush doll I bought a few years back, only smaller. Now that I think about it, these aren't the only dolls I own that have a bigger and little version. I wonder why they do that sometimes? Hm...

Moving on, here's yet another plush doll I found! It's by TY, unless I'm mistaken. This one was found at a flea market, although it was a tad more expensive ($5). However, what's funny is that...

...it, too has a bigger version! And a smaller one, as well (I feel like these are the most common). It's like we've got the eldest brother, the middle child, and the younger sibling. An interesting set!

I was tempted to move the bigger plush for a better side-by-side comparison, but with so many dolls around it, I figured it was best I just keep things where they're at. Otherwise, moving it might give us something akin to a Marshall wipeout, and I don't want to pick them all up from the floor right now. lol

Last, and a rather unexpected find, I must say... a Marshall "Born Brave" ceramic coffee cup! To be honest, I had no idea this even existed until I seen it on Mercari about a week ago. Despite my best efforts, I can't find any indication of where this came from, who sells it, if it belongs in a set, if they made some of the other pups... nothing!

I believe it's official, since most knock-off or home-made products don't include stuff like this on the bottom. It says it was made in 2023, so that tells me it's not too old. Have any of you seen these in stores?

In any case, it's pretty cool coffee cup! I believe it can hold 11oz, which is pretty standard for these things. The picture, itself isn't the highest of quality, but that's no biggie. I actually wouldn't mind using it, since I still drink a lot of tea (and cappuccinos... too many cappuccinos...), but I hate the thought of it getting damaged, so it's going up on my shelf for now. Maybe if I can find another one someday, then I'll use it.

...again, IF I can find another. 😅

That's all for now! I apologize for the inconsistent quality and brightness of some of the pics. I forgot to turn the flash on for the first pic, no flash made everything pink around the gummy, and the flash made the dolls look too dark so I had to adjust the brightness in Photoshop. My TracFone camera just doesn't cut it sometimes... maybe I should invest in something better someday.

[kinfanfiction]

Bernard x Elf!Reader - Chapter 8 - Christmas Eve Party

A/N: MERRY XMAS EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Never have I ever written something this cheesy.

     Finally, the year long awaited Christmas Eve had arrived. Today the focus was on getting Santa ready to takeoff. Once he left the North Pole, the elves could celebrate! Though, that morning the only thing you could think about was if you were ready to face Bernard after everything you’d realized the day before. You now knew you saw your best friend in a different light than you had before, and you knew he felt the same, but you were far too terrified to confront him, and clearly he was terrified too. Realizing you had romantic feelings for your best friend was one thing, but continuing to feel the full effects of those romantic feelings flood through you felt so new, and it made you uneasy because you were scared of change. That’s why you’d stuck to the same routine for hundreds of years.

     Unfortunately, you wouldn’t have a chance to even think of addressing such an emotionally daunting circumstance until Santa flew off on his sleigh. So, you stuck to your current routine, trying to make yourself comfortable. You got dressed for work, made yourself a morning cup of cocoa, ate a leftover cookie, and walked to work. Your first line of business was to check on the reindeer, so you began by making sure all of the reindeer were in shape for the journey. They’d been kept on a healthy diet all week, and now they just needed to fly around a bit, so you let them out to stretch their legs and takeoff around the North Pole, and once they felt rejuvenated, they came back to the ground. You pet them and gave them words of encouragement, extra carrots, and lots of water, then you walked back inside to make sure all was going well on that front. 

     Bernard had thought a lot about the night before. The way you inspected him was confusing, and then you kissed him on the cheek! Which was even more unexpected. He felt as if he was going to faint when you’d done that, you never had before. He of course strictly attributed the action to the mistletoe that had strangely appeared above the two of you. Never for a moment would he have guessed you were responsible for it. He just thought it must’ve been a coincidence. He had yet to see you that day, and figured he probably wouldn’t get a chance to until the evening because suddenly, he had a lot of last minute paperwork that he had to fill out. He was practically buried in it. It seemed a lot of the naughty kids had been working extra hard to work their way back onto the nice list just in time for Christmas. He had to evaluated what had gotten them on the naughty list on the first place, and if what they’d done in the past few days could redeem them. For some, there was no change made, but for others, he figured they had done well working to change their status. He passed his notes onto Santa, so the big man could make the final call.

     You helped ensuring all toys and candies were packaged, wrapped, and ready to go. You, being the oldest elf among them were often selected to give the sleigh a test run to ensure the reindeer weren’t having trouble pulling it, and that all the functions inside the sleigh were working as they should. You flew around for about an hour, to make sure the sleigh didn’t tire easily, and a few elves on the ground watched. You’d done this so many times over the years, so you weren’t as excited about it as you were the first time around. Not to say it wasn’t still fun, but you weren’t beaming and squealing about it like a child would. 

     Once the sleigh was confirmed ready for takeoff, the elves had to make sure every toy and candy made it into Santa’s sack. The second you dropped one in, it disappeared, and you and the other elves dropped in gift by gift until the bag was fully prepared. You put the seemingly empty sack into the back of Santa’s sleigh and, along with a few other elves, you hooked the reindeer up to it. 

     Upstairs, Bernard made sure everything was ready on Santa’s end. For the last time Santa revised his list, and made sure to check it twice with the help of Mrs. Claus. Bernard brought him his coat and hat, and walked with him to the sleigh. On the way he saw you and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He gave you a small smile, which you returned quickly before distracting yourself with the imminent task at hand. Santa finally got on his sleigh and took off, waving to all the elves below, and you waved back. 

     Quickly, the elves cheered and moved to the town hall to throw their annual Christmas Eve party. For the first time in a long time, you and Bernard decided to attend. First, you wanted to dress nicely, so you both went home to change. You dressed in a simple emerald green dress with a fluffy white jacket over it along with some black flats. Bernard had no idea what to wear at first, but eventually he decided that since it was a party, and not a formal event, he would wear a wine red suit with no tie, and a black sweater underneath to keep him warm. 

     Before you left for the party, you grabbed the gift you’d made for Bernard. It was a teddy bear you’d sewn yourself with a hat identical to Bernard’s on his head and a little sweater on just like his to match. You wrapped the bear carefully and brought him with you. You walked to the party on your own, sat down on a nearby couch, took your coat off and waited for Bernard quietly. Judy complimented your dress, sat down beside you, offered you a cup of cocoa, and the two of you talked for while. 

     Bernard, however physically ready, was not mentally prepared to meet you at the party, because he knew tonight he would confess. He talked himself up in the mirror for a little while, and finally checked the time, realizing he had to go. He grabbed your gift and your letter, and he walked to the party. 

     When he finally arrived your face lit up, “Bernard!” You exclaimed, standing up. Judy recognized this moment as her chance to go mingle with the other elves, so she quickly excused herself. He was caught off guard by your fancy dress, and he felt like the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him because you looked absolutely stunning. You always did, of course, but seeing you all dressed up did something to him he couldn’t explain. For you, seeing Bernard in anything other than the sweater he constantly wore was a treat. Even though you loved his signature sweater, he looked incredibly handsome in his suit, and you found yourself suddenly feeling flustered around him for the first time. 

     “Y/n!” He exclaimed back with a grin. “That dress is absolutely stunning on you.” He remarked as he walked towards you. You didn’t know how to respond to his compliment, so you made one of your own. You pulled him just a little closer by his blazer, pretending to be looking more at his suit than him. “I’ve never seen this blazer before. I like it. It suits you.” You joked, and then you laughed at your own joke. 

     Bernard smiled as you laughed, “Thank you.” He could feel himself relaxing the longer he looked at you, and soon the two of you were chatting as you normally would. You explored the snack table, discovering many leftover candy canes that were probably the ones you’d made in a haze the night before. You took some treats and sat down, continuing to talk about your day with Bernard. Once you had finished your food, you hadn’t realized you had a couple crumbs left on your cheek. Bernard, without saying anything, leaned over and brushed them off with his thumb. You paused and looked at him, wide-eyed, and you couldn’t help but blush. He realized he hadn’t explained himself and moved away. “Sorry, you had something on your face-”

     You put a hand up to the place on your cheek where his thumb had been and chuckled nervously, “Oh god, that’s embarrassing.” 

     He shook his head, “No, it was cute.” He assured you, but then he realized he probably shouldn’t have said that. He cleared his throat and corrected himself, “I mean- it’s fine, it happens.” He then awkwardly looked around the room. You couldn’t stop blushing, and every time you felt your face heat up you just thought ‘What is wrong with me?’ You’d literally never felt so easily embarrassed around him before. Why did realizing you’d fallen for him change that? As if perfectly on cue for a good distraction, Frank Sinatra’s version of “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” began to play, and so Bernard offered his hand to you. “Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, and you gladly took his hand and nodded.

     Bernard carefully placed his hands on your waist and watched your facial expression for any indication that you were uncomfortable. You weren't, because you were never uncomfortable with him, but you were so nervous and you could feel your newfound feelings growing with every second you spent this close to him. You draped your arms around his neck and as you swayed together, you couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d forced himself to suppress these same overwhelming emotions. 

     He quietly reveled in the moment, secretly hoping there’d be more like it to come. You looked into his eyes, and as your previous confidence faltered, and you felt more vulnerable, he felt more confident than he had in a long time. The tables had turned, and you weren’t sure what to do about it. You stared into his eyes for a while, not saying anything as you swayed from one song into the next. After about 3 songs, the closeness was starting to be too much, and you felt too overcome with built up internal emotions, without having anywhere for you to express or move them externally. Bernard noticed this through a shift in your body language, which made his expression shift to that of a concerned friend, and he let you go. “Is everything alright?” He asked as you took a step back from him. 

     “Can we leave? I don’t know if I can stay here much longer..” You admitted, and he nodded without hesitation.

     “Of course! I’ll get your coat.” He offered, and without another word he walked to the couch where you’d been sitting, grabbed your coat and noticed the gift hidden under the table in front of it. You caught up to him and grabbed the gift yourself. He gently draped the coat over your shoulder and you gave him a kind smile. The two of you left and when you got outside you handed him your present.

     “It’s for you.”

     “I’ll open it when we get to your house, I want to make sure you’re alright.” 

     “I’m alright now.” You spoke softly and then you took a deep breath to calm your heartbeat.

     “So I guess parties aren’t your thing after all?”

     “I guess not.” You agreed with a chuckle.

     “I don’t think I like them all that much either, it was only nice because you were there.” 

     You literally couldn’t stop yourself from blushing every time he said something even remotely nice. He'd been kind to you many times before and you were fine and now not being able to kiss him and break this tension was torture!

     You both made it to your house, and you welcomed him inside so he could sit down and open his gift. He chose to stand because your gift was in his back pocket and he wanted to be extra careful with it. He revealed the teddy bear and as soon as he laid eyes on it you suddenly felt that it was a ridiculous gift. “I know you probably don’t need another teddy bear in your life since you see them almost every day but I just-”

     “The detail on the sweater is incredible! I absolutely love it. Thank you.” He beamed as he spoke before bringing you in for a hug. 

     “Oh! I’m glad you like it.” You said, somehow surprised. 

     “Of course I do, I always cherish your gifts..” He spoke in a gentle tone as he usually did when he talked to you, and now you found yourself melting at the sound. His voice trailed off because now that you’d given him your gift.. it was time to give you his.. He was absolutely terrified. “I.. got you something too..” He said as he pulled out a small, intricate wooden box. He also took out the letter, his hand shaking as he handed them to you. “Open the gift first, then the letter. It’ll make more sense that way.” So, that’s what you did. You gaped at the necklace in your hands, inspecting all the little charms.

     “Oh, it’s beautiful! Wow, I can tell you put a lot of time into this.. The charms are so cute!” You spoke words of admiration, and he smiled, still incredibly nervous. Next, you opened his letter.

“Dear Y/n,

                    I knew if I didn’t write my thoughts down, I’d fail to convey to you, with full honesty, just how much you mean to me. In your hand, I’ve made you a charm necklace. Each charm represents just eight important parts of our relationship. I made a hot cocoa charm, to represent all the meaningful conversations we’ve had while drinking it. A snowflake charm, not only because of where we live, but because the snow makes me think of walking beside you in it. I added an ice skate because skating with you makes me feel young and free again, and both literally and metaphorically, I find myself constantly spinning circles around you. Moon and ocean charms, because you are the moon to my ocean. I could never resist your magnetic pull, and I wouldn’t be as strong without you. There’s a star charm, because I never mind the endless cloudy nights we’ve seen together, because you are the only star I need. I added a gift box charm, because to me you being in my life is the greatest gift of all. Finally, I added a heart, because you have stolen mine. Y/n, I can’t continue to hide that I am completely, utterly in love with you. I’ve had years to think about my feelings for you, at first I wasn’t sure if I was just really glad to be your friend or if I was yearning for something more. Once I had accepted my feelings, I began thinking of this moment and how I wanted it to go. At first, telling you the truth felt impossible. I was, and still am, terrified of ruining our friendship. I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate my romantic feelings, and if you don’t I’ll be perfectly content in being the friend you need. However, if my romantic feelings are reciprocated, I promise to be the perfect best friend AND boyfriend. A two for one deal! But seriously, I promise I’ll never stop loving you, I’ll never stop being there for you as you have been for me all these years. I want to see the world with you. I want to retire with you and move wherever you want to go. Any place on Earth is Heaven to me as long as I’m with you. You mean everything to me. I love you.

                                                               Forever Yours,

                                                                          Bernard.”

     At some point as you were reading, you had to sit down. Bernard was absolutely frozen, afraid to breathe as you took everything in. Luckily, the initial blow of realizing his feelings for you had already come to pass, but the full length of his emotions thoughtfully written out just made you start sobbing. This reaction confused Bernard more than anything, he had half expected you to be disgusted and kick him out, never wanting to speak to him again, and half expected you to just smile or gently tell him that you didn’t feel the same. In spite of his surprise, he immediately sat beside you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think I’d make you cry.. What’s wrong? What did I say? If I hurt you somehow I take whatever I said that hurt you back immediately.” He said, panicked and unsure of what to do. You covered your mouth as you cried for a little while, you had no idea love could be like this. All this time you thought of it as either terrifying or unnecessary, but here it was before you, on paper, and it was beautiful. 

     You calmed yourself just enough to lean in and kiss him. Dammit it felt amazing to finally kiss him. He was incredibly unprepared for this, but he quickly pressed further into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you once again. You ran your hands through his hair, tasting peppermint on his lips, and he could taste the same on yours, along with a hint of chocolate. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he was sure this was the best Christmas gift he’d ever received. Finally, after a couple minutes of kissing each other, you pulled away. 

     “I love you too. I think I have for a long time, but I was too scared of the idea of romantic love so I never let myself think of our relationship as ever being more than platonic. I don’t know why I was so scared, especially when it came to loving you. You have never been anything but perfect for me, I’m so sorry I-” 

     He stopped you with a shake of his head, “Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay that you were scared, don’t feel guilty for that. If you still feel even a little bit scared now, I’ll be here to remind you that you don’t have to be. By the way- I just really have to ask, did my letter alone make you realize you had feelings or-?”

     “Actually, I realized yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a confession so soon.. This one day of tension alone has been killing me. How long have you-?”

     “About 600 years. I’ve been in love with you for 600 years.” He said with a chuckle, feeling a weight lift off his chest as he finally told you the truth. 

     Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, “Dear St Nicholas, 600 years?! I’m so sorry I was so oblivious for so long-” 

     “Stop apologizing, I’m glad I waited. You’re worth the wait.”

     “I could hardly last a day, and here you were dealing with the same tension and fear for 600 years! Hah! That’s crazy!” You exclaimed. Then, in a moment of silence, where Bernard seemed to be reflecting on his own, you grabbed the charm necklace beside you and put it on.

     Bernard looked at the necklace and then back at you.

     “Is that why you were so nervous at the party?” He asked as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 

     “Maybe..”

     “You were nervous because of me? That’s a little hard to comprehend if I’m being honest.”

     You chuckled. “Well, It’s true, I was. I think I still am. You might have to kiss me again to ease my nerves.”

     “Gladly.”

[doodle-pops]

Game Set Match

Fingon x reader x Maedhros

Kinktober 2022: Threesome

Requests: Hi! I love your account! I wish I could write like you tbh lol. Could you possibly do a threesome between fingon, maedhros, and the reader? Maybe they’re competing against each other. Like she’s watching them train and they’re trying to impress her and it goes from there? Please let me know if I need to be more specific. I hope you have a nice day!! - anon

A/N: Thank you for the description, it helped a lot to set the mood, and my day is going pretty okay. A little bit stressed out because of midterms, but alright. Hope you're having a better day than me🌺. I enjoyed writing this more than I should.

Warnings: fembod, threesome, dom-sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), cunnilingus, dom! Fingon, dom! Maedhros, overstimulation, mentions of creampies and multiple orgasms, Maedhros being a bit mean and possessive

Word Count: 4.4k

Synopsis: Fingon and Maedhros couldn't help but grow competitive with their swordsmanship skills and decide to let you be their judge.

Your legs were cramping and burning from the long hours your body was contorting. You felt like an acrobat from all the confusing and complicated positions you were rearranged. One minute on your back with your legs wrapped around their waist, and the next thing you know, your legs travelled to the crook of their elbows to over their shoulder and dangled near your ears. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d fall to your knees momentarily before being sent into the most painful arches of them all. Hands flopped at your sides, head buried into the bed or the carpet depending on their mood, and your voice diminished with every passing second. You didn’t know how you were able to pull these positions off, but at any given minute, you’d be contorted into a pretzel and neither of them seemed to mind. This was their little game, and you, after all, agreed to be their judge. One had to come out on top, so any form of overachievement was going to be considered.

“Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that. You can’t be that tired. You barely did any work, after all, it was us,” being ridiculed by the least expected person in the room who was proclaimed to be a sweetheart was the epitome of underestimation.

Sitting in the lap of Fingon, Crown Prince of the Noldor, who bore a ridiculous smirk plastered across his face while he rocked back into the sofa, manspreading, aggravated you to the core. Hands resting behind his head, he sunk himself deeper into the sofa, he watched you with hooded eyes, waiting for you to sink your soaked cunt into his cock. Standing tall before you and smearing both yours and his cum across your abdomen, his cock bobbled and twitched as it awaited your movements. He sat there patiently with a pretty smile on his face knowing that whether you chose to hop on his cock or not, he’d still fold you into the sofa as promised. Fingon was simply deciding to play nice and let you have a chance to do things at your pace.

He was so cruel, you and probably everyone else before you was caught up in his candy-laced smiles and voice to notice that they masked the diabolical person he was underneath. The grip he held on your waist that tugged you into his body with an absolute refusal to let you go so easily – not when you were proving to take what he gave so delightfully – was an icy burn. The flames from his breathing upon your neck and ear weren’t doing much either, it was just driving you past sanity.

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation of sinking your abused cunt onto his cock. His red-headed cousin who laid on the bed, patiently stroking his cock and waiting for you to get started had a ball of a time turning you into a pretzel, and with only one hand. The mastery he had over you short-circuited your brain after he had picked you up and easily bounced you on his cock. He didn’t even stop at one round, he had you back to back. You didn’t even know if it was worst or best of all when his cousin invited him to sandwich you between them both. The heaviness and heat of their hands as they twisted and bent you to their liking for maximum pleasure had caused your brain to lose all senses. You couldn’t tell when they were finished, or how many rounds they took you for, all you knew was that the excess volume of cum spilling out told you many.

Gulping at the replayed memories, you glanced down at his cock after spending minutes sucking him off and watched as it glistened under the light cast by the fireplace. Your right hand reached out to grip him firmly at the base while the other rested on his shoulder to brace your body as you raised up to welcome him into your cunt. There was no build-up or easing ceremony as you sat upon his cock, he glided with grace through your gummy walls and nestled deeply against your soft spot. But Fingon was impatient and refused to wait things out, he couldn’t stand your timely manner since he had a performance to put on. With a quick shuffle of his feet, while his hands rose to wrap around your waist, he rotated his body to plant yours into the sofa and drive his cock deeper. Your legs went sky-high as they once again rested on his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ngh,” the temptatious drag of Fingon’s cock against your walls as he decided to move, made your head spin. You were experiencing both heaven and hell and were confused about where you wished to stay.

“I appreciate your wish to take things slow darling, but how about another time,” his voice was strained as his hips slapped against yours, driving himself deeper with every thrust. An experienced twist of his hips and his tip grazed your soft spot earning both him and Maedhros a wail. The calculative and dangerous rolls of his hip, the dark gleam in his eyes and the rich honey words that toppled from his lips spiralled you into a frenzy. The prince was just as dangerous as his glittering-gold cousin.

Maedhros lay there, twisting and pumping his cock as he listened to the slapping of skin on skin and your moans. They were the best sounds he’d ever heard since he left that prison. You were shaping up to be an excellent performer more than a judge and he was questioning if he were to continue to have you for himself after this was over. Your skills were impressive and your ability to take him whole, loving the tight fit you welcomed him with, was otherworldly. The greedy Feanorian wanted you for himself and couldn’t help but wish to pry you from his cousin’s hands as he pummelled into your drenched heat. From where Maedhros sat, he could hear the sloppy impact of his cousin’s cock against your heat.

Dragging himself off the bed, he trudged over to sit on the upper portion of the sofa and watched your eyes crossed before rolling into your head. Touché, his younger cousin wasn’t as bad as he assumed him to be, despite having seen him in action earlier, Maedhros still had his doubts about Fingon and his skills. After all, the whole point of this session was to see who the better performer was. Nothing says dragging a random maiden off a bench to contort in a multitude of positions and have then her decide whose skills were better after a heated sparring match was the best idea. It was the best idea, to mostly blow steam off but neither expected to be this deep. The whole showing off each other’s skills was still there, but something else was bubbling into the mix, possessiveness, jealousy, competition?

“Why don’t you turn her around for me cousin?”

With a flash of his eyes upwards, followed by a nod, Fingon slid himself out of your cunt and laughed as your whines filled the room while he repositioned you onto your hands and knees. At least you were going to remain upright in this position and not sloppy fucked into the cushions. Towering above, you craned your neck to take in the gorgeous redhead and all he had to offer. You know you’ve heard many say it and you’d join them as well; he was crafted by the Gods and was literal perfection. At first, you expected him to be covered in scars, but when his clothes first hit the floor, all negativity had flown from your mind. You didn’t even stop the first escape of drool past your lips.

“You look pleased, would be a shame if you couldn’t decide on a winner, hmm,” he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, knowing very well that you weren’t going to be able to decide on which was performing better. Maedhros wasn’t a fool when it came to the whispers about the pleasure that came from the members of the House of Finwe. Many spoke based on what they assumed, and others spoke on their experience. No one had once ever second-guessed the princes’ abilities and only praises came their way, thus, you weren’t leaving this room with a final answer in mind but a desire for more from them.

The embodiment of perfection stood above you with his cock in hand, furious at the tip and swollen with his beads of precum escaping. Instinctively, your mouth opened to take him in and Maedhros didn’t waste a second weaving his hand in your hair and guiding your mouth to his awaiting cock. The echoes of hisses that flooded the room comprised his swears and groans as your wet cavern swallowed as much as you could before attempting to force the rest down your throat. His hips buckled wildly once he felt himself graze the back of your throat, but his hand gripped your head firmly and held you there. The little pulsation his cock was giving off as he remained lodged in your throat tickled. His lean taunt abs tightened the longer he held your mouth on his cock, enjoying the choking sounds and the tightening of your throat as your stomach lurched.

You had to say your prayers to Fingon for his actions, otherwise, Maedhros would have kept you suffocating on his cock. The prince had repositioned himself behind you, cock in hand and ran it up and down your fold, literally writing and signing his name across your cunt in cursive before giving a final tap to your clit as a full stop. It wasn’t until his left hand bound itself in your hair, ripping you out of Maedhros grasp, to steady himself as he slipped in one go, you exhaled a breath of relief only to have it knocked out your chest again. His cousin wasn’t entirely pleased with the interruption of his pleasure, but Fingon was keen on keeping you alive and not killing you.

“Why’d you do that?” growled Maedhros.

Tearing his focus away from your lips gripping his cock, Fingon cast a dark look at his cousin before warning, “She's here to warm our cocks, not be killed by it…literally. Try not to get too lost in the pleasure cousin, Lady Y/N is not her. Our Lady can only take so much.”

You were too lost in catching your breath to realize the dispute going on between them. Wheezing a silent thank you to Prince Fingon for his mercies, you had to shut your eyes as his hips movement grew in anger. He was scrambling your insides with his powerful thrusts and bruising you. From the looks of things, everything was probably turned into mush. His emotions were getting the better of him as he continued to stare his cousin down with a look of confrontation. It's funny how this entire set-up started as a competition and now, it had truly escalated to be one. One wanted to have some level of sympathy even when fucking the life out of you, while the other wished to put his pleasure on the line and not care about your safety in some way.

Smirking at his enthusiastic and younger carefree cousin, Maedhros took the warning and backed off with his hands raised. Silently testing the waters, his left hand returned to your head and attempted to pry it out of Fingon’s grip to guide it to his impatient cock. With success, he was able to have your lips attached to his tip, sucking it like candy. He wanted to force your head down the rest but with his younger cousin eyeing him like a hawk, he left you to your own devices and prayed that you’d swallow him deeper. But perhaps it was his cousin who took pity as he looked on as you sucked his tip and knew he was craving more.

“My dear Lady, do be a dear and put on a good performance for my cousin. You never know if you might impress him,” the hand that was once in your hair and now rested on your shoulder, urged you forward to take his cousin properly. At the instruction, Maedhros snapped his head upwards to meet Fingon’s stare that turned into a playful grin, the right move to lighten the tension. A scoff was returned followed by a shake of his head at his cousin.

The weight of two different hands on your body felt hot and heavy. It burned with an unquenchable fire from deep within and all it did was fuel the feverish feeling you were already experiencing. The fire spread easily across you, from your hips to your chest to your neck and lastly your lips. The venom behind the flames radiated with ease underneath cool and devilish lips and tongue. Sinful smirks etched into your skin as you shivered followed by a deep rumbling from his chest. In one ear and it travelled throughout your body, shaking you to the core. Fingon’s own body had leaned down to press its weight against your back as he pistoned his hips at a new pace and angle. Occasionally wiggling them to earn choked squeals as Maedhros cock was now sliding in and out past your lips.

“You appear to be having a good time Lady Y/N?” the voice of the younger male, garmented in only golden threads in his raven locks and a cynical smile, echoed behind you. His lips rested near your ear, occasionally leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your junction just to watch you fold under his sinful intentions. Two different muscles buried deep within you, one nestled further than the other, and they still made you tumble into chaos.

Saliva was dripping down Maedhros cock, secreting his balls and dribbling on the cushion, and not a care in the world was given. As Fingon’s punishing thrusts were delivered, Maedhros' own hips moved to retaliate and provide pleasure to himself. Both males were lost in ecstasy as their heads were tossed back, their long curls flowing down their backs and swaying with each movement. Being taken on either end by both princes was the epitome of your fantasies and experiencing it up close and personal was jovial. Your arms were struggling to keep yourself up from the incessant thrusting on either end – pushing and pulling. Every time Fingon thrust, you fell deeper onto Maedhros cock, choking in his delight and the smile on his face grew with each gag you released, swelling his ego with urgency to burst.

“You sound so sweet choking on my cock, love,” he proclaimed into the air, as he threw his head back when his thrusts became sporadically signally his oncoming release, and he made no signs of letting you go.

Larger and rougher hands were roaming your body, tracing your spine, groping your ass and breast, and causing tingles to run down your spine. His fleeting touches were driving you mad, it was never too much and never too little, just borderline enough to drive you insane. The sickly richness of his laugh echoed in your mind as he governed your responses to his actions and revelled in them – he enjoyed seeing your struggle to take what they were giving. The heavenly works of his expert hips reeled back in attempts to change the angle of his thrust and missed the widening of your eyes at the action. Pumping his cock past your walls in hopes of rearranging your guts, Fingon laughed at your pathetic response of escaping his devilish thrusts. Leaning down to litter kisses up your sweat-sheened back, his tongue would slip out to lick at your skin. It was Maedhros who was gifted the sight of your eyes crossing and drooping at the actions.

The tears that stained your pretty face had Maedhros hips twitching. The hand in your hair couldn’t help but halt your motions and change the tempo by thrusting into your mouth at a new pace. Brushing his cock against the walls of your mouth, sometimes poking the tip against the skin and thrusting it there, Maedhros was doing a bunch of fiasco with your mouth. He was relishing in the fantasies he was denied for years. Licking his lips before biting them, he looked down to see you gazing up at him with starry eyes and his cock between your lips. Such a pretty sight that he couldn’t help but trail his hand down to stroke your face, smearing the tears across your face. Feeling himself growing closer and closer to his release, he forced himself out of your mouth with a cry as his hands continued to chase his release.

“Mouth open love, wide,” his breathless command sounded hot as it he panted while thrusting his hips into his hands. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, Fingon chose the perfect moment to slam his hips into yours prompting you to cross your eyes. All it took was one look at your disposition and Maedhros release squirted out to paint your face white. Falling into your hair and face, some seeping into your mouth, Maedhros loud grunts ricocheted off the walls when your mouth leaned in to suck his tip. “Fucking hell – such a good girl, aren’t you?” taking one of your hands you propped yourself on, you reached out to his cock and slap it against your tongue while pumping him for any remaining cum.

Once he realized that he hadn’t any cum to give you, he pulled himself away and walked over to lie on the bed where he watched as Fingon pushed you face-first into the cushions and wiped off all his cum. Maedhros couldn’t help but grumble at the action, clearly displeased by the lack of appreciation for his artwork. Your moans were increasing as his pace quickened. The curve of his cock was punishing your sweet spot and he knew from the way your body was trembling, you were growing closer. He took the opportunity to press more of his weight atop yours, pinning you into the cushions, not before slipping his hand in between to pinch your clit. Taking you to pound town, the cries that left your lips were making his own cock twitch, but he wasn’t ready to give you up just yet. He wanted to have more fun with you.

“Going to cum again already, the round just had just begun love?” he cried in disbelief, “come on now, don’t tell me I’m fucking you that good?” he whispered the last bit in your ears lowly so his cousin wouldn’t hear. However, it caused a fresh flow of juices to spilt past your cunt and flow onto his cock. Just what he wanted as he chuckled. The squelching was obscenely loud, and they were both relishing in the sounds your cunt was making.

“Ah, uh huh, fuck. I’m close…” wailing into the cushions like a whiney child, you begged for the release you wished he’d just give and stop playing around with.

Eyes darkened with lust, Fingon’s hair cascaded like a waterfall surrounding you both as he deepened his thrusts, pounding you into the sofa. Feeling you shaking in his hold, his rubbing on your clit grew aggressively from rubbing to pinching and slapping your poor nub. Struggling to catch your breath, your nails were digging into the mattress making little tears in the sheets as his pounding made you sing his name. Burying your face into the cushions as your dam was breaking, Fingon’s hand yanked your head backwards to give both him and Maedhros the pleasure of watching your eyes crossed as you came. Your walls spasmed around his, clenching and squeezing the life out of his cock while coating it with your cum.

Not wanting to be overly greedy and have you all to himself, he gave Maedhros a look and beckoned him to come in front. Once Fingon felt your walls easing their grip on his cock, he slid himself free, groaning at missing your heat and dragging himself away to kneel beside your head which was rocked back against the sofa. His cock was in hand as he busied himself with jerking off. Grunting because he knew he was close, his right hand reached out to pull you closer to his cock and allow you to swallow just the tip before his hips spasmed and twitched as his release flooded your mouth. A blissful fuck was whispered as the tension slowly left his body and dissipated. Sitting at your head for a few more seconds, he spent the time patting your head and whispering about how much of a good girl you were for him until Maedhros arrived clearing his throat.

Scoffing at the interruption, Fingon shuffled himself to sit beside you, tugging one of your legs to rest atop his, while the other was pushed aside by Maedhros. His cousin had the perfect view of your glistening folds. Maedhros eyes landed on your slicked cunt still fresh from your orgasm and licked his lips in anticipation of having a taste. You were still spasming in his arms, too high to come back down immediately. Your brain was still attempting to regain its grounds and find its barring. Kneeling between your legs as Fingon held your shaking figure like a sacrificial orifice for his hungry cousin when his hot breath ghosted your sensitive cunt, you were caught off guard.

“Ah, y-your Highness, what are you doing?” stuttering out a response as your hips wiggled away from the oversensitivity, you found no purchase. Two strong arms were securely holding you in place.

“We are far from finished love, we’re only halfway through this round,” the soothing and temptatious words of Fingon waffled in your ear to calm you down.

His muscles twitched as his legs held yours far apart while his gorgeous red-head cousin without hesitation, buried his face in your sensitive cunt, tongue darting out to slither into your entrance with a great thirst to drink your essence. Fighting and wiggling away from the onslaughter, your cries were devoured by Fingon who chose to grip your chin and bring your lips to lock his. His tongue easily slithered past your lips with the gasps you made and wrapped itself around yours, sucking on the muscle. You felt as though your brain had completely shut down at the action. As filthy as it was, it felt so right and as calming as it was to be, it didn’t deter you from the skilful tongue of Maedhros that swirled itself around your nub to suck on it like a pacifier.

“Hmph –”

Loving the way you tasted, Maedhros was finally letting himself go and going berserk on your cunt – he was holding back too much believing that you wouldn’t be comfortable with engaging with him. His mouth, nose and cheeks were all stained with your arousal, and he ate you out like it was his last meal. The animalistic grunts he made as he dragged his tongue from your clit to your entrance, thrusting his tongue in and out your slit, were spinetingling. You felt as if he was writing his name in cursive from the intricate dance he was performing. You shivered at his marvellous strokes, shrieking into the mouth of his cousin who was busy sucking on your tongue and roaming his mischievous hands around your chest. In fact, the hands of both males were roaming your skin, fleeting touches that were too much for your already heightened sensitivity. The tweaking of your nipples to the hand wrapping around your neck and applying pressure, making your head spin to the rough thumb rubbing hastily at your clit. You were losing your senses.

Two heavy hands – an actual hand and wrist – were settled in the crook of your knees, pushing your legs in an obscenely widening position of more than just Maedhros to view. His head was already nestled perfectly between your legs, rolling and shaking from left to right whenever he decided to be cruel with your sensitive nub. Picking you apart by sucking on your clit like a pacifier as if he expected sweet flowing water to burst forth and bless his taste buds – it was his intention. A quick tug and nip and your stomach clenched as your body curled into his sinful touch. His tongue, his presence, his voice, his everything had you feeling delirious. You were surprised that you hadn’t passed out from the first touch he gave to you.

Pulling away from Fingon’s mouth to catch your breath, you cast your eyes and met Maedhros arsenic gaze locked on your reddened face, “Fuck, your Highness. You’re so good.”

Your moans were pleasant to his ears and it was only a few minutes into him diving into his dessert and he already felt your body trembling with the oncoming wave of your second orgasm. Your juices were running excessively, and his mouth was there savouring every drop that leaked from your cunt. Panting and crying both the princes’ names as your orgasm flushed through you, their mouths on your skin making it hard to fight your way through. Your skin was oversensitive, not just your cunt and they wanted to drive you mad, “Too much, it-it’s too much…”

Laughing into your skin, Maedhros couldn’t help but find your statement humorous given that you wanted to be sandwiched between them. Lifting his head from between your legs, lips gleaming in the light, he grinned when he saw your head lulled on Fingon’s shoulder as your chest heaved. One of your hands was clawing at Fingon’s bicep while the other was buried in Maedhros scalp, tugging at his luscious curls. Tenderly prying your hand out of his hair, he knelt closer to your body and cradled you in his arms before hoisting your lightweight body into his embrace.

“Ah, ah, ah, no sleeping love. Wake up, our next round is about to begin.”   

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The stream continues and what follows is a blur of colors and activity.

Cousin Liam pulls the group this way and that, up the museum's spiral and back down again in a seemingly random arrangement as he talks the entire time.

Liam ducks into an incredibly small tunnel halfway up the wall, its entrance no bigger than a quarter. He just sort of... stops being a solid person, and becomes something much more malleable and strange as he filters into the hole in the wall like smoke through a pipe. Liam is gone for several seconds before the wall hole starts to widen like parting jaws.

Liam is pulling on the entrance, stretching it open until its wide enough to walk through. He waves excitedly towards Jack and the camera.

"Well c'mon, before the museum gets shy and tries to close it up again." He's grinning, like a kid that's found something so cool he's dropped everything just to come show you. "Technically I'm not supposed to show off exhibits before they hatch, but i found this one last week and it's too good not to."

The new doorway trembles a little, as if uncertain about the new visitors seeing what's beyond it just yet.

"...the museum just hatches exhibits?" Says one of the kids, probably Zeb.

"Well, yes," Says Liam, rubbing his palms together until a ball of light forms and starts to float away and illuminate the space. "I'm sure your house hatches new rooms when you need them, the museum does the same."

The un-hatched exhibit is... it simply IS...

The walls are striped with rainbows of soil horizons, a myriad of impossible colors in dense layers that do and do not make sense in ways that are really hard to describe.

There's a wall dedicated to Wonderland, showing the layers from grass to bedrock interspersed with rocks and fossils, dense tea deposits, and pottery sherds. The fossils here are made of ceramic that gets more and more ornate the farther down you go, under layers of volcanic rock are the shapes of strange birds and proto fae forever preserved in blue and white china swirls.

On Candyland's wall is a some sort of dinosaur skeleton made from butterscotch candy, speckled with lint, old coins, and long white hairs like it's been rolling around at the bottom of Nana's purse since it died. The dinosaur itself is strange... its no recognizable earthly species, and seems to be some sort of early draconic ancestor.

There's more and more on every wall, a slice taken from every country and continent, more fossils and figures hewn from materials more strange than the last.

There are little dig pits full of cool rocks, and tiny fossils surrounding a mining sluice. There are child sized mining helmets, shovels, picks, buckets and brushes for people to excavate their own finds and take them home.

Even Liam looks amazed as he pokes around in one of the dig pits and comes back with a porcelain tooth of some kind. He lets out a long low whistle, "I knew the museum had something big planned but I didn't expect it to be anything like this."

"Are... are we allowed to dig around in here or should we leave? You did say this exhibit wasn't ready." Jack says, watching Egg try to bury one of her siblings in a pit.

Liam shrugs, "I wouldn't, not at least until we can find a curator to take care of it first."

"Oh, should be leave then?" Jack rescues her children from their live burial and confines Egg to a stroller. Egg hisses about it and tries to pull a knife.

Liam Shrugs again, tossing the tooth her found back into the pit, "Yeah probably, do want y'all getting in trouble on my account."

The group turns to see a figure standing in the new doorway, several feet taller than the average human. Vaguely humanoid but only vaguely, more like a shape with eyes than an actual person with a face.

Liam freezes, an uneasy smile curving its way across his face as his ears flick back, "H-hey boss, fancy meeting you here..."

The shape tilts its head to one side and squints in a way that seems to say 'I work here, why wouldn't you see me where I work?'

"y-yeah about that, this is my cousin Prince Jack and her family, I just wanted to show them around the museum and we got a little distracted... honest!" His hands go up like he's trying to calm a startled animal

The figure looks around, stretching out some sort of limb so it can touch one of the dirt walls in a way that is remarkably tender. It looks back at Liam and tilts its head in a different direction 'This exhibit is unfinished and unmanned, please come back later' its big blank eyes say before it grows a hand in order to snap its fingers.

Everything seems to blink out of exisitence for just a moment, and the group find themselves standing outside of a different exhibit that's a little crowded with people. The sign over the door reads 'The Golden Age of Draking'.

Jack looks at the sign and then at Liam, "What was that?"

"Oh, that was my boss, the Curator, they're like a... projection of the museum itself? Kind of like a limb, and kind of like its soul? But they're also their own person, it's all very complicated." Liam makes several waving hand gestures to show his confusion about the whole thing. "I should really get back to work, but if you guys need anything just shout ok?"

Liam turns back into a signpost, with feet this time, and scampers off in no particular direction before anyone can say anything else.