#doesn’t help that I’ve got an awful feeling in my chest today

[skyward-floored]

I like rainy days, but what I don’t like are humid grey muggy days that aren’t really much in the way of days at all. Bleh.

[trashbaget]

i feel so fucking ILL!!!

[babybluebex]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | your period cramps are especially bad one night, and, after letting him in on a secret, eddie offers himself up to help you feel better. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, , period sex, oral and fingering f!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex) mentions of blood, praise kink, master kink, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it! 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’m riding the crimson wave and need a sweet eddie to help get rid of my cramps so i wrote this and am living vicariously through it lol

“What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie asked, smoothing his hand down your arm. “You seem really down today.” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you assured him. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked. “Because you’re not trying to sneak into my lap or anything.”

It was true. You had been sitting on Eddie’s bed with him for almost an hour now, absorbed in your book and almost fully ignoring Eddie. Your reason was simple, though; your curled-up position against his pillows eased the painful cramps in your middle. If you tried to move, the cramps and aches got worse, and curled up was the best position for you. 

Eddie had been sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to figure out a Metallica riff by ear. He had been making good progress, too, until he had stopped and turned to you. 

“I’m sure,” you told him. “I’m just reading, that’s all.” 

“Really?” Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Because you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes. Doesn’t seem like reading to me, princess.” 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m just… Crampy, you know?” 

“Aw,” Eddie pouted, and he grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers. “Does your tummy hurt?” 

“Eddie,” you sighed. “I’m not a child, my tummy doesn’t hurt. I’ve just got period cramps, okay? And sitting like this makes them hurt less.” 

Eddie strung off his guitar and set it on its holder in the wall, and he moved carefully to you. He put his arm around you and tugged you close into his body, and you buried your face in his warm chest, breathing in his scent of stale cigarettes and cologne and his natural musk. Eddie was always a comfort to you, especially in moments like these, and you kissed his chest through his shirt. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie uttered softly, and he smoothed his hand down your head. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” 

“Nothing,” you said, then, a moment later, upon second thought, added, “Have you got any Tylenol?” 

“I think so,” Eddie said, and he started to get up, but you tugged him back, whining softly. “Baby, I can’t get it for you if you don’t let go.” 

“But I want you,” you mumbled, and Eddie pouted at you. 

“My sweet girl,” he whispered, and he kissed your forehead. “Fine. I’ll stay. But seriously, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” 

You knew of one thing he could do, but you were unsure of if he would want to. You had heard that, apparently, having an orgasm would help ease period cramps and, while you didn’t feel apprehensive about asking, you figured Eddie would want nothing to do with that. Your anxiety spiked in your chest, and you swallowed thickly. “I-I heard this rumor,” you began softly. “That period sex… Y’know?” 

Eddie laughed lightly. “No, baby, I don’t know,” he said. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? All you’ve gotta do is ask.” 

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I mean… It’ll get messy.” 

“I’ve got towels,” Eddie said simply. 

“We’ll get messy.”

“I’ve got a shower too,” Eddie told you. “If it helps you feel better, I’m willing to try anything.”

“But the blood—”

Eddie surged forward, and he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss felt hot on your mouth, heavy and hot and arousing, and his hand touched your cheek lightly as his tongue pressed past your lips and into your mouth. Your body reacted to him before your mind could think of it, and your legs turned to nudge Eddie’s with your knee. 

“Fuck the blood,” Eddie whispered. “I’m not afraid to get a little bloody. Anyway… That’s pretty metal.” 

“You…” you began, and trailed off as Eddie kissed you again. His hands fell to your waist, and he tugged you fully underneath him as your hands tangled in his hair. You would always fall to Eddie’s charms. You moaned as his tongue dominated your mouth again, his hands flitting all around your body to touch every part of you. Finally, his hands found home on your hips again, and his fingers dug into the waistband of your shorts as he broke the kiss. 

“What d’ya say, baby?” Eddie asked. “Gonna let me fuck you right now?” 

“Please,” you whined, and Eddie’s skilled hands tugged down your shorts. He captured your panties at the same time, and you cringed as your pad crinkled with the movement. 

“Oh, baby, please don’t be embarrassed,” Eddie pleaded quickly, seeing your discomfort in your eyes. “Look, we don’t have to if you think you’re gonna be uncomfortable. I’d love to, but if you don’t want to—”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “I-I want to, it’s just… I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. Just keep going.” 

“Okay,” Eddie said gently, his eyes still wide and watching your every move. “Seriously. Tell me if you’re over this and we’ll stop.”

“Eddie, please,” you whined. Your pussy was throbbing just by being exposed to him, and you added, “I want it. I do. You should get a towel, though.” 

“Right,” Eddie nodded, then he seemed to snap out of whatever trance the sight of your pussy had him in. “Right! Towels…” He got up from the bed, tugging his jeans higher on his hips, and he mumbled to himself as he went to the bathroom and retrieved a few towels. You took the time to strip off your shirt and bra, and you rubbed your thighs together for any hint of friction as Eddie half-jogged back into the bedroom and shut the door with his foot. 

You could see his erection pressing against his zipper as he mumbled, “Lift up your hips, baby,”, and you grinned as he carefully spread out one of his towels on the bed below you, settling down a second one for good measure. His eyes were bright as he watched you squirm to get comfortable, and he smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. This one was quicker, just a hard peck, before he pulled back and tugged his shirt up and over his head, tossing it in the corner. 

He was back on you in a second, jerking his thigh between your legs, and his mouth met yours in a messy kiss, open mouths and wandering tongues. You loved making out with Eddie, especially the nights where no clothes would come off and you were left pathetically grinding against his thigh to cum. You did just that, rubbing your pussy on his leg as you moaned into his mouth, and your brain caught up with your body quickly. “Shit, Ed, I don’t wanna get blood on your jeans,” you started, but Eddie laughed. 

“I can wash them, baby,” he said. “Seriously, don’t worry about staining anything or getting anything dirty or whatever. I can wash everything. All I want you worrying about is when I’m gonna put my dick in that pretty pussy of yours. Alright?”

You nodded, and Eddie kissed you again. His kiss was heavy and demanding, and his fingers reached down and lightly touched your pussy lips, and you squealed as your hips jerked up to get more of his touch. 

“How rough do you want me to be, baby?” Eddie asked. “You want that sweet, mushy shit or you want me to be mean?” 

“I dunno…” you started. 

“What’ll help you get off harder?” Eddie added. 

Your tummy flipped at his words, spoken so casually but so beautifully, and you mumbled, “Not really rough, but, like… Enough.” 

“Enough,” Eddie repeated, and his hand snaked up to your throat, lightly pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Is this enough for you, pretty girl?” 

“Yeah,” you whispered, already feeling the effects of the limited blood supply. “S’perfect….”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re already going brainless,” Eddie chuckled, and he pressed his thigh up into your cunt, letting the rough fabric of his jeans touch your clit. “You’re so cute. Rub down onto me, baby, let’s get you a little wet.” 

You nodded in obedience, something you knew Eddie liked, and you rolled your hips down onto his thigh as his leg came up to meet you. He leaned forward and started to kiss your neck, sucking your sensitive skin between his teeth and marking you to all hell, but it only made the throbbing between your legs grow more intense. Finally, a well-timed rock of your hips aligned with Eddie’s hard thigh, and you moaned as your clit rubbed against his jeans. 

“Good girl,” Eddie whispered, his breath hot against the wet patches on your neck that he had made. “You want my fingers? Or my mouth?” 

“Whatever you want,” you told him, and he kissed your neck once more, just above where his fingers sat. “However you want me…” 

“No,” Eddie said firmly, and he removed his hand and titled your head to look at him, his fingers capturing your chin. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell your master exactly how I can please you.”

Eddie knew what he was doing. He knew that you loved when he called himself that. He knew you loved to call him that. He knew that, the moment you called him Master, it was all over for you, and keeping any semblance of a cool head would be impossible. 

“M-Mouth,” you stammered breathlessly, and your heart thumped when you remembered exactly what that meant for him. “Oh, but you don’t have to—”

“Hush, baby,” Eddie told you, and he sweetly kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to.” 

With that, he slunk down your body, taking care to kiss over your hips and belly, and Eddie was quick to part your thighs and coo softly at the sight of you. “Already shaking,” he said softly, and he kissed your thighs, easing slowly closer and closer to your pussy. “God, I know you’re gonna taste so good.” 

“Like blood, maybe,” you stuttered out, forcing a half-laugh, and Eddie cast his eyes up to you. 

“But that’s you,” he insisted. “No matter what part of you it is, it’s you, and I’m gonna love it. You hear me?” 

You nodded, your brain a little fuzzy with the praise, and Eddie pushed his hair behind his shoulder before he dived in. His tongue made a long, heavy lick up your pussy, tasting you from bottom to top, and you groaned at the softness of his movements. He was so kind and gentle with it, and he hooked his lips around your throbbing clit and gave it a firm suck as his big brown eyes locked on yours. 

You couldn’t help the high-pitched moan that left your throat, and your head fell back on Eddie’s pillows as he fell off of your clit. You could feel your heartbeat in the walls of your cunt as Eddie started a rhythm, licking and kissing and sucking at you. His eyes closed, his eyelashes pressing nicely against his upper cheeks, and he moaned into your cunt. “I was right, baby,” he whispered and, when he came up for air, your own breath caught in your throat at the glossy red-brown hue on his lips. “You taste so good.”

“Jesus,” you panted, and you pressed your hand to your chest as your head tipped back with a laugh.”I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.” 

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” Eddie asked. “And those cramps aren’t as bad, huh?” 

“I guess you’re right,” you mumbled, and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “Can you add your fingers?” 

“Sure,” Eddie said, and he put his lips back on your clit as one of his fingers prodded at your hole. His finger added to the experience, giving your cunt something to clench down on instead of uselessly throbbing, and your moan caught in your throat as Eddie fucked his finger into you and sucked hard at you at the same time. His tongue danced around your clit as he fucked you hard on his finger, and every inch of him inside you wasn’t enough. 

“More,” you mewled, writhing under his grip, and Eddie’s free hand rubbed soothing circles on your hip as his second finger joined his first without hesitation. His rings were cool against your warm skin, and your legs opened wider for him. “Fuck, Eddie, more.” 

“No, no, baby,” Eddie said, stilling his fingers inside you. “What do you call me?” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “M-Master,” you managed to stutter out, and Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Please, I want your cock.” 

“Good girl,” Eddie said gently, landing a sloppy kiss on your clit. “You’re so good for me, saying please and everything.” 

He withdrew his fingers, stained the same color as his lips from your blood, your slick collecting wetly on his fingertips, and Eddie wiped his hand on the towel below him before he went to his belt. “You’re a little sweetheart, you know that?” Eddie asked, and you covered your face with your hands as you squealed. 

“Eddie!” you whined. “Stop!” 

“No, no, listen to me,” Eddie told you. “You’re so cute, and you’re funny, and you’re kind, you’re the whole package, baby. And I get you all to myself. I’m a lucky motherfucker.” 

“Whatever you say,” you mumbled, your cheeks growing warm. “Can you just fuck me already?” 

“No problem, babe,” Eddie said easily. He leaned forward, and his warm hands grabbed at your body as he kissed you. You almost didn’t mind the tang of your own blood on his tongue as he kissed you, mouths open and panting and spit gathering on your lips. His kiss was heavy and needy, almost as needy as you were, and you moaned gently into his waiting mouth. 

Eddie was quick to push down his pants and boxers, and you gasped at the dark stain on his already-dark jeans, seeping through thinly onto the fabric of his blue boxers. Although, unlike before, where you were worried about making a mess, the mess only made your belly flip and your cunt throb. 

He was hard already as he undressed, not having taken too long to become aroused, and your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock as it slapped up against his belly. Once he was fully naked, he slotted himself between your legs again, and he slid his cock up your wet pussy, groaning softly at the feeling. “So wet,” Eddie mumbled. “You ready, sweetheart?” 

“Yes, Master,” you replied, and Eddie grinned like the devil as he carefully pushed his cock into you. Even just the head of him was enough to make your head tip back and a moan to leave your mouth, and Eddie leaned forward and kissed your open mouth as he pushed in deeper. 

“I love to hear that,” Eddie mumbled, and he hissed as he sank fully into you, his balls hitting your ass as he buried himself up to the hilt in you. “Tight pussy, fuck… You’re so good for me.” 

His hands anchored themselves on your hips, and he drew himself out of you almost fully, letting his cock drag against your wet walls, and you whimpered when just the leaking head of his cock remained inside you. Quickly, he snapped his hips forward, and the sound of his flesh hitting yours drove you wild. Eddie picked up a quick pace, fucking you just how you asked, rough but not too rough. The bed creaked with every fuck into you he gave, and he huffed through gritted teeth. “This wet cunt,” he mumbled. “All soaking wet, just for me, yeah? Soaked little pussy…” 

“Yes!” you cried, and you grabbed at his hard shoulders to anchor yourself to him. If you weren’t touching him, you were afraid that you might have floated away. Whoever had said that sex helped period cramps was right; you couldn’t even feel them anymore. All you could feel was Eddie, the hot drag of his cock inside you, the throbbing of his cock in time with your cunt. “Eddie! Eddie, fuck!” 

“Feel that good?” Eddie laughed with another huff. “Yes, baby, scream my name.”

“Eddie!” you whined, digging your fingernails into his shoulders. You were so sensitive, more so than usual, and Eddie seemed to revel in that fact. He fucked you hard, the wet sounds of your skin hitting making your brain turn to mush, and one of Eddie’s hands fell off of your waist and came up to lightly touch your clit. 

The slight brush of his finger made your hips jerk, and you mumbled out, “Eddie, fuck… Feels so good…”

“God, you’re so good,” Eddie told you as his thumb played lightly with your throbbing clit. You could feel your heartbeat in every inch of your body, and you squirmed as your body struggled to take everything Eddie was giving you. “Your fuckin’ pussy is good, and you’re so good, my sweet little thing, my girl… Fuck, what is going on?” 

“What?” you asked. 

“I’m about to cum already,” Eddie laughed breathlessly. His neck and chest were red with the exertion, and you smiled at his confession. “You make me cum so quick, fuck.” 

“Please, Eddie,” you pleaded, your hips bucking in time with his, and you groaned as he speared you deep, deep enough to feel in your chest. “Please cum, Eddie, please, I wanna feel you when you cum…” 

“God!” Eddie moaned, his lip tugging tight between his teeth. His moan was deep in his chest, drawn out and beautifully raspy, and, when he opened his eyes, the chocolate brown ol his eyes was gorgeous and blown-out, all fucked out. “You’re so fuckin’... Hot, Jesus. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, Master,” you told him, and he groaned again before he buried his face in your neck. “Oh, my Master, are you gonna give me your cum?” 

“Fuck, yes,” Eddie whispered into your neck, and his scratchy voice made your cunt throb around him, and he groaned again as your cunt squeezed his dick tight. “Yeah, I’ll give it to you, baby. Fuck…” One more fuck into you, and you felt a shudder pass through Eddie’s body as he came hard, pushing himself fully into you and pumping you full of it. 

His thumb remained in your clit as he came, urging you to your finish with him, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt the hot coil in your stomach release. “Eddie!” you managed to cry, and you gripped him by the back of his neck as you came. Your head felt fuzzy as you gushed around Eddie’s cock, throbbing and milking him for every bit of his cum, and you groaned softly when he slowly began to fuck in and out of you, riding you through your orgasm. 

Your ears still felt full of cotton as Eddie spoke to you, and you listened through the fluff as he kissed your neck and praised you. “My good girl,” he whispered, remarking you in the places he had made them before. “My perfect girl… And look, baby. Towel did its job. How do you feel?” 

You swallowed thickly, and you pulled Eddie, his warm, sticky-sweaty skin molding to yours. Your lips found his, and you moaned softly as his gentleness. He always knew how to make you feel good. “Better,” you told him. “They were right; sex makes cramps go away.” 

“Who told you that, anyway?” Eddie laughed, still kissing your neck. 

A warm flush overtook your face as you thought about the admission you were about to give, and you giggled and covered your face. 

“Oh, now I have to know,” Eddie laughed, and his hands went to your wrists, tugging your hands away from your face. When you looked back at him, you couldn’t help but smile at the sweat that had collected on his upper lip and dripped off of his bangs. “C’mon, baby, who told you this wonderful bit of news?”

“I-I read it,” you told him finally. “In Cosmo.” 

“Really?” Eddie laughed. “You read Cosmo?” 

“It’s not a habit!” you exclaimed, and Eddie kissed your cheek. “I-I was at the library and I was bored and picked it up!”

“Maybe you oughta pick up Cosmo more often,” Eddie said. “If it gives you tips like this.” 

[turcott3]

https://www.tumblr.com/turcott3/752590033230413824/listen-here-my-concept-on-matt-was-being-a-good

This was so so sooo good I’m already anxious for another part

second, first

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex, and copious amounts of fluff!!!!!

part 1 and masterlist

matt was coming over tonight, just like he did on the same day every week. this was gonna be the first time you’d seen him since he’d taught you how to, to be frank, suck dick. you were nervous because you knew what today was. you promised him last time that the next time you saw him would be the time you went all the way, because that’s what you said you wanted.

that scared you.

not because you didn’t trust him, you trusted him more than anything in the world, or that you didn’t want to, of course you wanted to, you were just scared that maybe he’d changed his mind. maybe he didn’t wanna have sex with you anymore.

oh my god, what if he didn’t?

what if he comes and tells you he doesn’t want to move forward? or what if he forgot, what if he’s talking to someone else? what if he doesn’t even show u-

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud taps on your front door, shoving you back into reality.

“hi.” you smile lightly, one of his hands behind his back.

“hi y/n, i got this for you while i was on my way here. picked the best one” he says, presenting a single rose and handing it to you, showing you to the part of the stem that had no thorns. as cliché as it is, your heart melted at the thought.

“awe matt this beautiful, thank you so much.” you reply.

“of course,” he smiles stepping into your apartment, pulling you to his chest.

“i’m making dinner.” you smile as he follows you into the kitchen.

“i love me a women that cooks.” he smirks, a blush spreading across your face. he finds one of the vases from your cabinets and puts the rose in a fair amount of water, placing it on your counter.

“and don’t worry, there’s plenty for both of us,” you say, finishing up your cooking. you were sure to start early so that it’d be ready when he arrived, but also to help soothe your nerves.

you sat together on the couch watching a movie after you’d both finished your meal. you found yourself comfortably under his arm, your head leaned on his shoulder. two weeks ago, you’d never imagine being in this position. you couldn’t tell if it was awkward or if there was any sort of negative tension. you sat there, toying with the hem of his shorts as a way to calm your nerves. you were sat cuddled up with your childhood best friend who you were now certain that you wanted more from.

you wanted him and no one else.

“you okay?” he asks quietly, leaning his head down closer to your ear.

“oh uh, yeah i’m okay.” you reply with a week smile. quickly, he picks up the remote and pauses the movie, removing his arm from you. suddenly, you were picked up and moved, straight onto his lap. he gave you a moment to adjust, straddling his hips innocently.

fuck.

“what up with you? you’re acting so shy and quiet.” he asks again, hands placed lightly on your thighs.

“nothing matt, i swear.” you reply, making spotty eye contact with the boy.

“y/n, look at me. if you’re nervous, just tell me okay? i’m not here to embarrass you or anything like that. you know that.” he continues, thumbs rubbing lightly across the skin of your legs.

“i am nervous. i’ve been anxious since i woke up this morning.” you admit tearfully.

“come here.” he coos, pulling you to his chest, nuzzling your head under his chin.

“we don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready sweet girl.” he says, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back as you collected yourself for a few minutes.

“no no i do want to matt, i just-“ you paused briefly.

“tell me.” he pushes gently.

“my first time was so long ago that i feel like it’s just fizzled away, i don’t remember what it felt like. it feels like it’s my first time all over again. i’m nervous i won’t do it right.” you say sitting up.

“it’s your second, first.” he smiles, trying to crack you, which of course ended up working.

“which is why i’m so scared.” you sigh.

“don’t be scared y/n, i got you.” he replies with a sweet smile, wiping the short tears that ended up falling.

“i know.” you smile as he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“do you wanna go to your bed?” he asks softly and you nod as he picks you up, carrying you back to your room, just like he’d done before. you laid your head on his shoulder as you watched the living room disappear behind your doorway. he pushes the door shut quietly, laying you down on your bed gently, connecting your lips for the first time tonight. that same feeling from last time kicked in in an instant. you wrapped your arms around, behind his neck holding him close to you. he pulls away only a few inches.

“are you ready for me?” he asks and you nod.

“i didn’t forget what you wanted by the way.” he giggles, remembering that you’d said you wanted him to perform the same actions on you, that you did on him.

“you didn’t?”

“of course not, how could i?” he laughs standing up removing his shirt as you pulled your sweats off. you stripped evenly, just as you had before, once again down to just your underwear. he reconnected your lips, his hands wandering down your torso and around your back, goosebumps trailing his rough hands. his fingers find their way under the band of your underwear, not budging yet.

“is this okay?” he asks, lightly tugging down on your panties.

“yes.” you replied nervously as he carefully pulled them down, tossing them to the side. he pulls you by your ankles closer to the end of your bed.

“tell me if you want to stop.” he says before kissing up your inner thigh, his hands gripped on the outside of them. you grew wet as the heat of his breath grew closer to your pussy and gasped as his tongue made careful contact. your hands balled up the sheets in your fists.

“oh fuck.” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. you couldn’t believe how he was making you feel. his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit, pushing you further along than you ever thought you could. you grew impossibly hornier as you looked down and locked eyes with the brunette who was tongue deep in your wetness. this moment of eye contact didn’t last long as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your orgasm coming incredibly close.

“matt.” you moaned, tugging on the boys hair as he continued, his lips sucking one last time before pulling away, your wetness soaking his face. you yanked him by his wrists back to you, anxiously attaching your lips, not carrying that his face was buried between your legs just seconds ago.

“fuck that was hot.” he giggles pulling away.

“you’re hot.” you reply shoving him away giggling.

“are you sure you want to keep going?” he asks.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“okay baby, all you need to do is just relax. lay there looking fucking beautiful and i’ll guide you through everything, just like he should’ve done the last time. that okay?” he asks, unclasping your bra with ease, helping you tug it off your arms. you nod your head vigorously in response.

“no, use your words y/n. i need to hear you say that it’s okay.” he says tossing the bra onto the floor.

“yes matt, that’s okay.” you respond loving his pushy thoughtfulness. you truly felt protected and cared for by him, in every possible scenario. you’d never felt more comfortable. he made sure you were safe and went out of his way to make the night about you, just like last time.

“okay.” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you once again before removing his boxers, revealing his already hard cock. you’d almost forgotten how big he actually was. you went wide eyed as he jerked himself off a few times, growing impossibly harder.

“baby, eyes up here. just look at me okay. i don’t want you to be nervous.” he says lowly, your eyes diverting to his brown ones.

“i’m scared that it’s gonna hurt matt, you’re so big.”

“i won’t hurt you angel, i wouldn’t dream of it. i’ll go slow. remember, this is about you and your body, not mine.” he says positioning himself above you, running his thick cock through your soaking folds.

“tell me when you need a second.” he says.

“okay.” you reply as you gripped onto his biceps. slowly, he pushed his tip into you, earning an audible hiss from you. he stops abruptly and pulls away for a moment.

“relax. just breathe okay, it’s gonna be fine.” he giggles, knowing that he couldn’t push further until you fully relaxed your body.

“sorry.”

“don’t apologize. you can trust me baby, i promise.” he repeats, reaffirming why you’d chosen him to share this intimate moment with. he repeats his action, pushing his head in a little bit further, your grip on his biceps growing stronger. he pushes a little bit further, a bit of his shaft entering as well.

“stop.” you say gritting your teeth.

“take your time y/n. no rush.” he says as you nod for him to push further. you still felt sharp pain but chose to power through, allowing him to finally bottom out, not yet moving further. you felt full, no more room for a single other inch.

“okay you can move, just go slow.” you say and he nods, beginning to retract his hips, that feeling of fullness disappearing as his cock slid out of you. it hurt almost as badly as he thrusted back into you slowly, your hands moving to his cheeks, pulling him to your lips, distracting yourself from the subsiding pain. his thrusts became slightly quicker, just as deep and thorough as before. you only broke apart the kiss when a moan was ripped from your throat, euphoria washing over your body.

“that’s my girl.” he giggles above you before tucking his head into your neck, sucking and upping on the skin of your neck as his hips snapped into you smoothly. the sound of skin slapping started to catch up to the volume of your moans.

“god matt, you feel so fucking good.” you whine as you tug on his hair, his head still nuzzled under your chin, his hands now placed underneath your back, holding you flush against his chest. you tugged him away from your neck locking eyes with him as his thrusts somehow became deeper and harder.

“fit so perfect around me.” he grunts out, reattaching your lips. his kisses started to feel like oxygen to you. like you couldn’t function unless your lips were on his. you couldn’t believe the feelings he gave you. they were so complex, yet you knew exactly what you were feeling toward him. you felt so taken care of by him, even in this moment. he paid attention to detail putting your pleasure first.

“i think im gonna cum.” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“come on baby, let go for me. cum on my cock.” he says, his hips snapping sharply into you, your moans moving up an octave. instantly, you felt your whole body relax. shockwaves of pleasure shuttering through your body as you shook vigorously through your orgasm.

“such a good girl.” he says lowly, fucking you all the way through your high.

“i’m getting close.” he grunts as you smile, enjoying the feeling of your orgasm fizzling away as you were fucked right through it, sad once the feeling of his cock disappeared from inside you.

“oh fuck.” he moans, spurting his climax onto your stomach, jerking himself dry. he stays over you for a moment catching his breath.

“stay right here, okay? i’m gonna clean you up.” he says and you nod as he walked to the bathroom, returning with a damp rag, carefully wiping away the cum from your lower abdomen. the two of you climbed under the covers facing each other.

“i give you an A+ on the munch.” you joke and he laughs.

“i’m glad it was good.” he giggles.

“matt it was more than good. everything was fucking incredible. god it felt so fucking good.”

“that’s exactly what you deserve y/n.” he replies with a light giggle, moving your hair off of your face.

“like you don’t understand, i’ve never felt that, fuck i don’t even know how to say it. i’ve never felt that cared for in my life.” you giggle, interlocking your fingers with his.

“i love you y/n,” he starts, startling himself, “oh shit did i just say that out loud?” he giggles, covering his mouth quickly, the two of you laughing together.

“i love you too matt.” you reply.

“for real?” he responds, eyes wide.

“yes matt, i fucking love you.” you say, placing your hands on his cheeks before turning him over and climbing onto his lap.

“oh my gosh, i don’t even know what to say.” he says, blushing nervously.

“don’t get all nervous on me now.” you giggle as he pulls you to his chest.

“and you’re never gonna have to go without me ever again.” he says into your hair, kissing you on the head.

your heart melted at the sound of his voice reassuring you that you’d never have to go another day without his love for you. you’d never felt more content in your life and you couldn’t believe you’d finally found a love that you’d always dreamed of, with someone you’d known your entire life.

it was right in front of you all along.

had you been ignoring your feelings all this time? or was this new?

you didn’t know, nor did you care at this point because you knew you’d found the love of your life. the search was finally over.

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[holylulusworld]

Every Breath You Take (3)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, voyeurism

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath You take (2)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

Daylight brings new excitement. 

Your breakfast tasted a little tastier. The air seems to be a little warmer. And the world looks brighter in general.

You smile when you enter the building to start your workday. It’s the first time you feel happy to be here. Something has changed. 

You can’t describe it, but there’s this feeling inside your chest making your heart flutter.

“Y/N, morning,” your colleague chirps and points at your desk. “There was a delivery for you this morning. I signed for you, sweetie.”

“A delivery?” You look at your desk, feeling your heart flutter even harder. There’s a huge bouquet of lilies of the valley and a Pusheen plush. “OH! How’d they know I love Pusheen? Aw, and it’s holding a tiny bear too.”

“I think you’ve got a secret admirer,” your colleague points at the card next to the flowers. “Uh-I had to read the card to know it’s for you.”

You frown. She had to sign for the delivery. If you wanted to, you could call her out, and tell her to not read the card but it’s too late, and you’re so happy someone sent you the flowers and the plush to get mad at her.

“They called themselves B.,” she grabs the card to read it for you. “For the loveliest doll I’ve ever seen. Yours, B.” She huffs as you snatch the card out of her hands to reread the lines. “How can he know that you love lilies of the valleys?”

“I don’t know,” you sniff at the flowers and sigh. “He’s a silent admirer. Maybe he knows me because he’s not a stranger. You know, someone I have known for years.”

“I bet he’s a creep,” she suddenly says. “You should be careful.”

You glare at her. “Why? He sent me flowers and a plush. This doesn’t mean my secret admirer is a creep. Sick creep sent you dick pics or shit. Not nice things.”

“Just tell this to yourself. You must be desperate to be happy about a stalker,” she snaps at you, suddenly not so friendly anymore.” While she turns on her heels you call her a bitch in your head.

“Sweet Pushie, look at you,” you grab the plush and nuzzle it. It smells like cologne, and you sigh. “You’re so stinking cute. No man buying you can be a bad guy.”

“Alpine, look,” Bucky excitedly watches you enter your apartment. You’re carrying the flowers in your hand and the plush is tugged under your arm. “She smiles, Alpine! Look! Mommy smiles.”

He grins at his cat. “I told you she’s going to love the flowers. Roses are boring. Our girl loves lilies of the valleys. Next time, I’ll get her daisies. She’s got some pressed in the big books in the back of her bookshelf.”

Alpine is not impressed. The furball gets comfortable on Bucky’s lap. He meows and goes back to sleep. He’s well-fed and tired.

Bucky watches you walk inside your bedroom to redress. He covers his eyes like a gentleman and waits for you to walk inside the living room to get comfortable on your couch. 

It doesn’t take long before you snuggle into your pillow and wrap a blanket around you. The new plush in your arms you watch your favorite new show.

“Hmm…” he dips his head to find out what you’re watching today. Of course, he hacked into your accounts too. Well, he paid someone to help him hack into your accounts. “The invitation. Sounds…frightening, doll. You shouldn’t watch this kind of movie while being alone.”

Bucky sits a little straight. “Alpine, we need to watch over our doll tonight. We don’t want her to be scared after she watches the movie.”

Tonight, you go to your bedroom, instead of falling asleep in the living room. 

You yawn and rub your eyes. After your movie marathon, you are rather tired and ready to fall asleep while walking.

You yawn and fall onto your bed, to snuggle with your new plush. It smells so good, and you don’t want to miss having it in your arms.

“She doesn’t take good care of herself,” Bucky whispers while covering you with a blanket. He runs his hand over your hair and sighs. 

Bucky had to put something in your water to make sure he could enter your apartment and take care of you at night. How he wishes he could stay and wrap you in his arms. But it’s too soon, and you’d only get scared.

Instead of giving in to his dreams, he refilled your fridge and put a glass of water on your nightstand. He even set your alarm to make sure you’ll make it in time for work.

“Sleep well, my sweet doll,” he kisses your temple and retreats. If he stays for a little longer he’ll be tempted to watch you sleep. “I must go now. If you need me, I’ll be there. You’ll always be safe.”

Bucky longingly looks at you for a moment. He smiles, knowing you will wake up, refreshed and happy. He’ll make sure of it…

The Winter Soldier to his enemies. Bucky to his friends.

No friends. No family. No life.

That was your secret admirer’s life until he found you. Now he has something to look forward to. He can pick you up from work, bring you home, and watch over you for the rest of the night.

Bucky even made plans for the future. He never had plans for the future since Hydra captured him. But now, with you in his life, he has a reason to make plans and to live.

Part 4

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[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 7

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!reader

TW: drinking, cursing

Sorry it’s been so long for an update, work and life have been crazy and I barely got this chapter written.

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Your group tried to ask for details of your conversation with Jon, but you didn’t let them know anything.

Those rat bastards couldn’t be trusted.

In an effort to stave off boredom and suspicion, you hopped from group to group. Taking time to visit with everyone and practice a little flirting, not that you needed it but it passed the time. Wire was probably your most common victim tonight, though he gave as good as he got.

“Aw come on Wire! You can’t be calling it off already.” You pout when he announces his last round of the night, it wasn’t even that late. He pats your cheek softly and gave you a smile.

“As much as I’d love to stay darling, there’s a handsome young man I’ve had my eye on and I think we’re about ready to go.” He consoles you, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head. You’re giggling as he saunters off to find his date for the night, leaving you with Killer alone.

You don’t spend much time with Killer one on one, he’s a very stoic and closed off person, even more so in public. Despite his mother hen type personality, he was probably the crew member you talked to the least, except maybe Kid. Still you felt bad leaving him alone right as soon as Wire’s gone, although he probably wouldn’t mind.

The two of you sit together, sipping your drinks as you watch the crowd. You’ve switched to straight soda now to avoid getting any sloppier and it seems to’ve helped a little.

“So…. what’s your type?” Killer suddenly asks.

You choke on your drink for a moment, he pats you on the back roughly. After a little coughing, you burst out laughing.

“Where’d the fuck did that come from?”

“Curious.”

“Mhmm yeah sure. Curious.” You roll your eyes. “Doesn’t have anything to do with trying to get me and the Captain together?”

“You’ve noticed that?” You’re surprised that he’s surprised, you start laughing again.

“Yeah I have! You’re not subtle, none of you are subtle!” You gesture widely to the crowd, no one pts you any mind.

“You never answered.” He reminds you.

“Oh is it First mate’s order then?” You chuckle, blowing bubbles into your drink.

“Yes.” You’d throw your drink at him if you thought you could win the ensuing scuffle.

“You first.” You face him, giving him all of your attention, chin propped up on your hand as you watch him tense up. “What’s your type, Killer?”

His neck is red, you realize with glee. Your normally unflappable first mate was blushing. Part of you is a little sad you didn’t picture him the other night in the showers, but you tried to push that thought from your mind. You didn’t wanna end up with a red face as well.

“I uh- asked first.” He coughs and turns his head.

“Come on! You’re asking me I think I should get something in return.” You whine, it apparently works on him- not shocking.

“Fine, I like short women, with bright hair. Like pink or blue.” He finally answers. You start to get up and he shouts after you. “Where’re are you going?”

“To find pink hair dye!” You cackle, trying to dip into the crowd and lose him, but he’s faster and soon you have a large hand gripping the back of your chest harness.

“Nice try. Was funny though.” He easily carries you back, about to set you down when a shout stops him.

“Oi the fuck you doing with her?”

Blocking your path to the booth is Kid, glowering at Killer as you dangle from his hand. Behind him is the same pretty lady from before, her eyes are wide as she looks between you and Killer. You wave to her with a bright smile, she waves back slowly.

“She thinks she’s funny and trying to run off.” Killer says, not belying the real story. “I’m bringing her back to the booth.” Kid just looks annoyed now, his eyes on you now.

“You’re causing a lot of fucking trouble today.”

You just grin at him, still feeling energized from messing with Killer.

“Hey, you good?” The woman behind him asks, her eyes are only on you. You recognize this look, Hop has taught you Girl Code before and you’ve definitely done it as well.

“Shit I forgot you were there.” Kid mumbles, but Killer is watching her intently, his hand on you is tense. Your smile brightens even more.

“I’m good, my buddy is just mad I won’t wing man for him.” You give her a thumbs up before Killer drops you suddenly. Kid’s hand is quick to snatch you by the front of your harness, before you hit the ground, it’s only a moment before he sets you down. A little flustered by all the movement you try to smile at her again. “I like your hair, very pretty blue.” She smiles genuinely now.

“Thank you! I like yours too.”

You grin up at Killer and back at Kid, a plan on you mind now. A quick glance at the clock tells you you’ve only got 10 minutes left.

“Hey Boss, I forgot I had some shit to go over with ya.” You step over to her and gesture back to Killer. “Cool if we trade? I promise he’s good company.”

The woman grins at you, getting what you mean. She leans forward in an exaggerated manner to whisper in your ear.

“Thanks, the redhead is a little boring so good luck.” You both giggle and trade spots, she immediately is tugging Killer off to a new table. It doesn’t take much for him to follow her.

“The fuck just happened?”

“Sorry Boss, had to help Killer out and get him off my back.” You didn’t think he’d actually be mad, he seemed to be barely aware of her existence. He confirms it by sitting where Killer had and downing the rest of his friend’s drink.

“Meh it’s fine,” Kid shrugs, not particularly concerned. You check the clock again, 4 minutes to go. “What was he bitching about now?”

“Hmm?” You turn away from the clock to scan the crowd for Jon. “Oh uh he was asking me about weird stuff.”

“Weird stuff? The hell does that mean?” He looks over the crowd now to see what you’re looking at. His fingers snap in front of your face. “Hey pay attention.”

“He was asking about my type and shit.” You we’re distracted and couldn’t think of a lie, plus you wanted to see how’d Kid react. It was instantaneous, your captain went red faced and stiff, you kinda liked it.

Knock that off and look for Jon.

Kid didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you for a moment as you kept looking around. Finally he stood up, catching your attention as he came around to your side, he pulled on your wrist gently.

“Let’s go. Outside.” You didn’t move for a moment, confused, he didn’t pull harder or let go. Just stared down at you.

“Oh I’m actually wait-”

“I know who you’re waiting for.” He cuts you off, scowling now as he tugs on your wrist again. “Outside. Now.”

[writerpey]

Regressor!Ellie Williams Headcanons

I’ve loved tlou literally forever, and I decided to finally write something about little ellie because tlou 2 remastered just released! I wanted to write about how ellie first started regressing & how the people in her life embraced that side of her. I have more of 17-20ish yr old ellie in mind, but if you only like the show there’s no major spoilers in here for season 2!

After David, Ellie was never the same again. He took the last of her childhood and innocence from her in the blink of an eye, and she was left with an unexplainable hurt that settled deep within her chest. As Joel scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her forehead after everything happened, she had a longing to feel that way when everything felt like it was too much.

Getting used to living in the safety of Jackson was tough for Ellie. She was used to being on guard for all of her life, the QZ a gruelling place to grow up for a little girl, let alone the harshness of the journey her and Joel took across the States.

She first started regressing a year after settling in Jackson. Things were different when she began to let go of the guard she constantly had up, and movie nights with Joel were one of many instances that made her feel small. When he put an old VCR that played cartoons on one night, she sat in quiet awe, eyes wide and sparkling at the images onscreen. Joel noticed, of course, his heart lifting with bittersweet memories of Sarah cross-legged in front of the TV on Saturday mornings.

Cartoons became a regular basis for the pair, and as the weeks passed Joel noticed a pointed change in Ellie. Her familiar humour and giggles, which he hadn’t heard since David, made a noticeable return. Ellie started to show up on Joel’s back porch, fingers twisting in her shirt, asking if he had found any more to watch.

As time went on, Ellie became less hesitant about this part of herself that she had tucked away for so long. Sometimes Tommy would show up to her little shed in Joel’s backyard, new Savage Starlight comics in his arms as she practically vibrated on the spot and thanked him with a hug that nearly knocked him over.

Her regression is in general is a very unspoken but known thing. Ellie doesn’t have any word for it, but as she grows into her inherent little-ness, she is always aware of how much Joel, Tommy, and Maria encourage and help her through the way she’s feeling. That’s not to say every moment is perfect— for one, she felt like Joel was watching over her too much as she got older. She started ranting to Dina about how there was some secret plot between Joel and Tommy to keep her away from Jackson’s regular patrols, and it turned out she was right.

Just because I get… That way sometimes, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself! You need to trust me.

Then Ellie, you need to tell me when you’re feelin’ younger. I can’t be sure unless you make it clear to me.

After a while, Ellie learned to tell Joel when she felt small. Once she was busy on her gardening shift at the greenhouses and couldn’t focus on the task at hand. Jesse was in her ear talking about Dina, the shift manager was frowning at how slow she was repotting tomatoes, and Ellie threw her gloves off and left in a frazzled hurry. She found Joel at the Tipsy Bison eating lunch, and practically threw herself into the chair across from him, crossing her arms over her chest.

I’m all— I’m all… My head’s all fuzzy today.

Joel quirked an eyebrow at her and set his fork down. Y’need some takin’ care of, then?

Ellie sunk low in her chair as if to physically escape from the conversation. If she wasn’t so conscious of how small she felt, she would’ve slid all the way down and hid under the table to get away from the fact that Joel was making her admit to her regression. … Yeah.

Ain’t you supposed to be workin’ your shift right now? C’mon girl, let’s get you back there. I’ll help and then we can read some of those comics you like so much together.

Ellie reached out and took Joel’s hand as they went back to the greenhouses together, tucking herself in close to his side. Jesse ruffled her hair upon her return, and she slapped his hand away and shot daggers at him with her eyes.

Maria and Ellie took to cooking together at times when the girl felt small but Joel was busy with town duties. Ellie wasn’t allowed to measure any ingredients—not after she assumed salt made everything taste better and dumped a whole bunch into the soup Maria left to simmer. But Maria, ever patient and kind, tasked Ellie to stir and mix whatever they cook or bake.

Ellie loves to spend time with Tommy, too. When her anxiety spikes and she’s full of energy that has her bouncing on the spot, Tommy is the best person to help her work out her energy. Little Ellie loves a good game of tag, the simplicity of chasing Tommy around outside bringing a warm and happy flush to her cheeks. Competitive in nature, Ellie really makes him run, catching on immediately if he’s let her win on purpose. She also gets very pouty and fussy when Joel refuses to join their games of tag, saying he’s too old for that kind of thing anymore.

Dina, on the other hand, brings out a softer side of Ellie when she’s regressed. Tender touches from the girl and kisses on the cheek make Ellie’s heart race, and she catches herself feeling small when she doesn’t expect to around Dina. Dina gifted Ellie a plush giraffe when they started dating, and Ellie immediately started sniffling, touched by the gesture and unaware that Dina had known about how she felt small sometimes.

Hey, hey, don’t cry. What, you don’t like it? Should I take it back? Dina had gently teased, only to be met with a teary and insistent sentence that no, Ellie loved it!

Ellie brought the giraffe to her next movie night with Joel. He wanted to cry too, but smiled warmly at her and kissed the crown of her head, pulling her into an embrace that she had gotten used to over the years.

Now ain’t that somethin’, Ellie. Y’give it a name?

Ellie gasped. You can do that?

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hello!! Can I request the Dimetrescu’s? Y/N being extremely possessive :) Like so possessive to the point that if any of the maids even glanced at them with any sort of intention Y/N just goes fucking apeshit? Better yet, Heisenberg says something at a meeting (or whatever they do) about the dimetrescu’s and Y/N Legit threatens him? Lmao, I just see it being a funny concept of Y/N having the personality of a feral dog and the ladies are just: “Awe, they’re so adorable 🥰🥰🥰”

Yeah! Feral Y/N is a funny idea. I’ve definitely gotten into a few physical fights defending girlfriends (And being jealous) before. I got this. I went in a more protective direction for some, though. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina is quite possessive of you, that’s for sure. However, what she doesn’t know is that you are also very possessive of her.

When Alcina has to go to family meetings, she occasionally takes you along.

One time, Karl was starting his usual insults and ragging on Alcina, but you weren’t having it.

You marched straight over to him and got up in his face. “You got a problem with my girl, Karl?” You ask, pissed.

Karl was surprised to see you getting so angry at him. He thought you two were good friends.

“Well, I was just-” Karl begins.

“You were just what, huh?” You say pushing him pretty hard.

Karl was caught off guard and fell on his ass from you shoving him.

You stand over him and hold him down with your foot on his chest. “Are we gonna have any more problems, Karl? I think you should apologize to Alcina, now.” You tell him and grind your foot harder on his chest.

Karl coughs and splutters from the weight of your foot on him, but manages to wheeze out “Sorry!”

You’re satisfied and take your foot off his chest. “Great!” You say and happily go back to snuggle with Alcina.

Alcina is blushing like mad and feels a little bit aroused from your display. She’ll make sure to “Thank you” later.

Bela:

You and Bela enjoy going for walks around the village. It’s usually peaceful, but sometimes villagers approach to insult Bela and blame the Lords for all of the problems in the village.

Bela is incredibly upset when this happens. She’s unsure of what to do, but you have no problem standing up for her.

On one walk, a villager sneers at you and Bela and starts spouting vitriol. Bela begins to shut down. You’re pissed.

“Hey, why don’t you look in the fucking mirror and realize that your life sucks because of you. Quit blaming others for your problems, idiot!” You yell and protectively push Bela behind you.

The villager is livid and comes over to sock you in the face. You beat him to it. You punch the ever loving shit out of him and he goes falling over, yelping in pain.

“Try it again, asshole!” You scream and lean over him.

Bela, sensing that you’re getting even angrier, frantically tugs you away and guides you back to the castle.

Once you two are a safe distance away, you turn to Bela. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Bela giggles and cups your face with her hands. “I’m fine, Y/N. But it is nice to know that I have my own bodyguard now.” She says and kisses you.

You’d be her bodyguard anytime. You love her so much.

Cassandra:

Cass hates when she has to meet with prospective clients for the wine business. Typically, this is Bela’s job, but her older sister is helping Alcina with something else today so here she is.

The only upside is that you’re here with her. As you two wait for the client, she talks to you and gives you little pecks on the cheek. It’s nice.

When the client does show up, 15 minutes late, Cass adopts an air of professionalism (Which is kinda hot to see) and welcomes the sleazy guy in.

You don’t like the way he’s looking at Cass and you shoot daggers at him the whole time.

Towards the end of the meeting, it’s clear the guy doesn’t want to do business but rather wants to take Cass on a date.

“I’d be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight.” He tells her. Cass just scoffs, but you see red.

“Actually, she’s taken, buddy.” You say standing up and escorting the guy out.

“Thanks for wasting our time today. Don’t ever come back or we’re gonna have a problem, understand?” You threaten and literally push him out the door. The guy looks like a deer in headlights as you close the door in his face.

You turn to Cass… Who looks really turned on.

“Bedroom… Now.” She says, breathing heavily.

Hell yeah, this day isn’t turning out to be bad at all.

Daniela:

Dani is so sweet. Sometimes, she has difficulty standing up for herself. That’s why it’s good she has you.

Certain maids, who have been employed at the castle for a while, feel that they shouldn’t have to do as much for Dani because she always “Makes the worst messes”. However, they’re often pretty rude about it.

One morning, Dani comes across a maid that she has known for years. You just happen to be with her.

“Hello, Ingrid! Would you mind changing the sheets on my bed and just straightening up my room a bit? I’d really appreciate it!” She says in her usual cheery voice.

Ingrid just rolls her eyes and huffs. “You know, Lady Daniela, it might be good for you to start doing your own chores for once. Either way, I don’t have time today.” She says and walks off with a grunt.

Dani is close to tears at the rude way Ingrid just spoke to her. That makes you extremely angry.

“Hey, Ingrid. Come back over here.” You order between clenched teeth.

The maid groans and walks back over. “What?” She spits.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re employed in the castle as a maid. In fact, you are assigned to Daniela personally, right? So why don’t you suck it up and go do your job before I report you to the Countess for insubordination. Got it?” You seethe.

At the mention of Alcina, the maid stands up straight and nods her head before hurrying to clean Daniela’s room.

You roll your eyes at the little chicken shit, but Dani tackles you and covers your face in kisses.

“My hero!” Dani exclaims. You’re happy you were able to help.

Masterlist

[starrysamu]

✦ you and nanami have been working side by side for three years now. when nanami brings his son to work with him one day, it changes the entire trajectory of your relationship in only 24 hours.

✦ nanami kento x f!reader

✦ word count: 1.9k

✦ warnings: none.

contents. | 3. | 4. | 5.

previously.

“he really likes exercise equipment, but he’s too small to use them, especially the elliptical that we have at home. i’m afraid he’s going to hurt himself. instead, we go to the park when we can so he can play. he likes spending time with his friends there. he likes it when i cook dinners for him, which is most nights. he hates vegetables, and i’ve heard it’s common for kids his age but it’s been really tough to get them in him. sometimes - ”

he stops abruptly and blinks at you. you blink back. 

“sometimes?” you urge quietly. your hands are folded on your lap and your chest is pressed against the edge of the table. 

he clears his throat. “ah, i lost my train of thought.” 

you smile, knowing full well there’s no way a man like him just “lost his train of thought.” 

you’ll give it time, though, because this time it’s different. this time, you’re willing to wait.

chapter 4

“another friday, another yuto, hm?” 

“another?” yuto yells disbelievingly. “there’s another yuto?” 

nanami shushes him. truly, it was just another day of figuring out how to phrase things to a small child.

“no, no, that’s not what i meant - i’d like to call a lifeline to help explain to yuto that he’s the only yuto for me, and i simply meant that - ”

“another friday, another nanny not available,” nanami mumbles monotonously. his voice - low and deep and rich like velvet - incites a completely inappropriate response from you. 

you frown, masking the tugging in your stomach with unamusement. “you’re the worst lifeline.” 

nanami turns to look at you point-blank, hands folding over his abdomen. 

your frown deepens when he doesn’t say anything. 

“what?” 

he draws in a deep sigh before turning back to yuto. “you know the drill. i’ll get you that mango custard today.” 

nanami probably broke his back trying to find someone to look after yuto. the sharpness of his eyes have softened, already weathered down from the morning. 

“mango custard?” you wiggle your eyebrows, leaning back to get a good look at yuto. “the dessert game keeps getting upped.” 

“i lo-ove mango,” yuto declares with his entire chest. “but i think dad likes it more. we also like strawberry. we like cake. cake is so good, like especially the cake with the little strawberry pieces in the middle of the slice -” 

“yuto, i think she knows what cake is.” 

nanami grunts as he leans over to pull yuto’s jacket around him, zipping it up to the very top. you grin at the sight: a sky blue marshmallow. 

“very flattering,” you gush. you feel like one of those aunties that’ll come up to him in 10 years and ask, ‘do you remember me?’ when there’s no way in hell he would remember you from such a young age. 

“look at all that extra padding. i think you’re ready for your first sports game.” this time, you wiggle your brows at nanami. 

yuto is not paying attention to you. yuto is actually quite upset that he’s got this suffocating jacket on him. he hangs his head back exasperatedly, letting out a long groan. 

“don’t make that face,” nanami murmurs. “it’s cold in the office today.” 

yuto starts to flop his arms and legs around like a fish. the chair wobbles, swiveling to the side pitifully. nanami reaches for the armrest to stop it from spinning and you watch, partly in awe with how the office chair practically consumes yuto whole. once he’s sure yuto’s giving up the resistance, nanami turns back to his computer. 

you try not to stare at nanami. you’ve always been drawn to his sharp features, but you think something else tugs at you now - pity, maybe? just thinking it fills you with dread. you hope it airs along the lines of longing, sympathy, even. 

he’s working with pinched eyebrows and the softest, most exasperated sighs - a large contrast from stoicism and silence. your chest tightens. 

you cross one leg over the other and swallow. “is there anything i can help you with today?” 

you can’t recall the last time you asked him that. you remember asking religiously during the first two quarters of working at the company, back when you were fresh-faced and impossibly ambitious - and back when he was simply polite and efficient enough to always say ‘no thank you.’ 

out of the corner of your eye, you catch yuto slouching defeatedly in his chair. 

would you have acted differently had you known? should you have tried harder to extend yourself? 

does this … does yuto change things? 

it shouldn’t. you don’t think it does, at least. 

you frown to yourself. you’re still contemplating it when he murmurs, “i think we just need to finish making the presentation for tomorrow.” 

your lips almost part. almost. 

“i might need some help with yuto,” he admits, eyes trained on the file on his computer. “he was a little … apprehensive about coming with me today.” 

this might be the longest response you’ve ever gotten to that question, much less to any of your other questions. 

“yeah, sure, anything,” you nod quickly, smiling at yuto. “really? who would’ve guessed he hates coming here? i thought this was the funnest place on the planet.” 

yuto scrunches his nose. “dad said funnest isn’t a word.” 

“he’s right, kiddo.” 

“then why’d you say it?” 

“for fun.” 

you lean over and drag his chair to sit in the middle of you and nanami. 

nanami looks at you before looking at yuto. when he looks at you once again, you tilt your head to the side. what? 

he shakes his head and turns back to his computer. 

it’s almost embarrassing how your back pops when you reach your hands up to the ceiling and wiggle your fingers. you sigh out in relief and slump forward. 

it’s friday. it’s friday. it’s friday, it’s friday, it’s friday. 

“do you have the excel sheet from the sukuna account?” 

you’re sensing a foreign invader. your eyes narrow. you’re like a white blood cell, and gojo satoru is a pathogen - a threat to your peace and serenity in the workplace. 

“ah, hello, dear, sweet gojo. the bane of my existence.” 

“how charming.” gojo grins. “happy to be of service.” 

“shut up,” a new voice says. “stop bothering her. i need to bother her. and him. both of them.” 

you smile tersely. “ah, hello, dear, sweet utahime. currently the other bane of my existence.” 

“i’m happy to take over the role from gojo,” she says curtly, passing a file to you. “i need you to look through this before i submit it for approval.” 

“must i?” you ask, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead and tilting back dramatically.  

while you’re busy brooding over extra work, gojo comes around to pick yuto up. 

yuto giggles when gojo holds him up like simba. he circles around in his spot, yuto still suspended in air. “everyone praise king yuto. king yuto, we thank you for gracing our presence today - ”

nanami doesn’t shift, doesn’t twitch, doesn’t budge a single muscle. he doesn’t watch gojo swing his child around, he doesn’t ask gojo to put him back down. 

full, unadulterated trust. 

doubt creeps in. you remind yourself you haven’t known him for that long, you suppose. what’s it going to take to get there, though?   

you watch quietly, gnawing on your lip. 

“stop bothering everyone,” utahime hisses, tugging on gojo’s collar. “hi, yuto,” she coos, taking him from gojo. “you’ve gotten so big. do you remember aunty utahime? i haven’t seen you in so long. how’s work going today?” 

yuto sighs dramatically. it’s obvious he doesn’t remember her, but he’s itching to complain. “work is so bo-oring. i think dad and i should go to the park every day instead.” 

gojo ruffles his hair. “sorry kid, this is what life’s all about. luckily, you got a rich dad and … ” he looks to you, “an entertaining friend over here, so you’re basically set for life.” 

“entertaining?” you parrot, scrunching your nose. it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

“derogatory,” gojo clarifies. 

“how sweet.”

utahime sets yuto back down in his seat. “anyways, just look over that when you can,” she says to you and nanami. 

“yeah, and the sukuna account,” gojo tacks on. “you guys are the best. just awesome. amazing people. great coworkers. keep up the great work.” 

you press your palms to your eyes and lean back in your seat. “i think i’m gonna have to go into overtime,” you groan, once gojo and utahime are out of earshot. 

“we can finish,” nanami mutters under his breath. “it’s fine, we’ll finish in time.” 

you’re not sure if he’s trying to convince you or himself. 

you’re fighting for your life. you’re fighting the urge to scream and rip your hair out and do literally anything and everything the main character in a romantic comedy would do when nothing is going their way. 

you glance out the window. the sun has been gone for several hours now. you’re left to fend for yourself in this dusty, dark office - which, you figure you might be able to see better if you just got up to turn the lights.

lights are for the weak. it’s time to rely on your hunter-gatherer instincts. 

(you doubt hunter-gatherers were as lazy as you are, but that’s another discussion). 

you sigh and lean back in your seat. 

“why’re you sitting in the dark?” 

the lights click on and you jump in your seat. 

your heart is racing a million miles when you rub your eyes to adjust. footsteps approach you. what do you do? what would the hunter-gatherers have done?

you open your eyes. nanami towers over you, yuto attached to his hip and a grocery bag in his free hand. 

“we thought you might still be here.” 

you don’t know if you should be nervous. did something happen? 

“what’re you guys doing here?” 

he looks at you a little sheepishly. “yuto’s idea.” 

oh dear. what’re you to do now? what’re you to do now that you've seen this side of him? what’re you - a woman of nature, one with the trees and the wilderness - to do with a man like this? 

he’s shot you straight in the heart with a bow and arrow. 

“we got you a mango custard,” yuto grins. “you have to try it. it’s so much better than the strawberry cake.” 

“also got you some noodles if you’re hungry.” 

as if on cue, your stomach growls. 

you are no longer one with the wilderness. if you really think about it, this is the  modern version of gathering. 

nanami sets the bag down on your desk with the slightest curve of his lips. he grunts as he sits in his seat, yuto clinging to his front like a koala. 

“eat,” he murmurs, reaching for your mouse. 

he leans forward and you feel the warmth in waves, rolling off of his stiff suit. you still in your spot when he casually hands yuto over to you. now you’ve got a whole child hanging off of your right arm and a bowl of noodles in your other hand, with nanami brushing over you everytime he moves to type something on your computer. 

your heart blooms, flowers uprooting from your arteries. you’ve been watered after a long, dry day.  

“eat the custard.” yuto is whispering in your ear, but every time he speaks, he gets louder. “eat the custard. eat the custard, eat the - ”

“yuto.” 

yuto brings his voice back to a whisper. “eat the custard.” 

you giggle, holding up the box. “i gotta have these noodles first, right?” 

“no you don’t,” yuto shrugs. it must be nice to be a three-year old, considering how easily he made that decision for you. he shifts so he’s sitting on your lap, digging through the grocery bag to find the custard. “i think you should have the custard first.” 

“let her eat.” 

you let your eyes rest on nanami for a moment. his brows are slightly furrowed, with the same pinch from this morning. it feels that just as much as he hates overtime for himself, he hates it for you too. 

it makes you feel warm. 

“thank you,” you whisper. 

if he hears you, he doesn’t say anything. he makes sure your computer is shut down by 8:00.

contents. | 3. | 4. | 5.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (1-3)

parts 1, 2, & 3 of ?? | 888 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Wayne is sick and they don't have the money for the treatment he needs. Eddie, desperate and spread thin between school, a part time job, and dealing, spots Steve outside of a gay club and opts for blackmail. Steve, who has heard about Wayne through Dustin... just sort of lets him.

I started writing this while Ao3 is down. Haven't quite finished it yet, but I've got 6.7k written so far, so I should be able to do daily posts for at least a while!

Now also posted on Ao3.

Quick note, if it helps anyone who might be hit too close to home by Wayne's serious but relatively brief health scare. First, he's going to be fine. I love Wayne, I wouldn't do that to him. Second, Dustin's mind goes straight to cancer when he hears that it's serious serious, but Wayne's illness is never specified. The only symptoms described are basically a cough and general weakness/fatigue.

1.

Dustin is really upset one day after school, the day he tells Steve about his dad. 

Steve had never asked, alright? It was family shit, and that kind of thing was. . . . Well, not sacred, he can’t even think that and keep a straight face, but definitely private. There could’ve been any number of reasons why Mr. Henderson wasn’t around. 

Turns out it was cancer.

And . . . it’s not insensitive to wonder, right? Steve doesn't know if it’s an anniversary or if someone’s been giving him shit at school about not having a dad or something. So, after a few bumbling questions about why this is upsetting him now, an explanation comes tumbling out.

The leader or president or whatever of the nerd club Dustin joined at the start of the year had to cancel their game this week. “Eddie never cancels, Steve,” Dustin insists, eyes red from crying and voice gone all squeaky. “And we were giving him shit about it, we all were, even the upperclassmen guys, and he. . . he j-just broke, Steve. Said his uncle is r-really sick, bad sick, and I know what that means. They don’t have the money for treatment. He’s Eddie’s only family, and he’s probably going t-to. . . .”

Steve regrets dropping Robin off at her house first today. She might not know what to say either, but at least they’d be in this together. “Dust, that’s. . . . That’s awful.”

Turns out he doesn’t have to say anything else, because Dustin thumps against him and bawls his eyes out. 

2.

“It was awful, Robs,” Steve says, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he talks into the phone. “I haven’t seen him like that since after Starcourt, when we had to tell him about Hop.”

Robin’s wince is audible in her reply. “Yeah, that's. . . . That’s pretty bad.”

“Yeah.” He heaves a sigh, hoping it’ll get some of the constricted feeling out of his chest. It doesn’t.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” It’s just, he hates it. Hated it then and hates it now, because both times there’s no way for him to jump between Dustin and this thing. “Everything was starting to sort of feel okay again, and then suddenly there's Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and his uncle, who I’ve never even seen in my life—”

“It’s not about the Munsons, Steve,” Robin says gently. “You and Dustin have that ‘you die I die’ thing. He’s like your kid brother who annoys the shit out of you, but you love him to death anyway. And right now he’s sad but you can’t do anything to help.”

Lifting his face from his hand, Steve looks around the room. He’s on the big comfortable couch in his big fucking house with too many rooms, all empty except for this one. His parents are never home, always away on business trips that got way more frequent after Barbara Holland disappeared from a party he’d hosted. They send money—not an allowance, not since he didn’t get into any of the colleges he’d applied to. But the utility bills are always paid up, and a gardener still comes around to do lawn maintenance every other week.

He wonders how the cost of maintaining a house they don’t live in compares to the cost of whatever kind of treatment Munson’s uncle needs.

Doesn’t let himself wonder if it would make a difference, but he knows that treatments don’t always work. It hadn’t, apparently, for Dustin’s dad.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees heavily. “I know.”

3.

The nice thing about being done with high school and working weekends at a shitty retail job is, Steve can do whatever he wants on some weekdays. As long as he doesn’t have a shift that starts before noon the next day, anyway. Which he doesn’t.

So, a few days after Dustin’s revelations, Steve drives up to the nearest outskirts of Indy. Eventually he ends up in one of those clubs that he and Robin have been researching how to find.

He tells himself that he’s scoping it out before he brings her, but he wants to get lost for a while. Empty his head out of things he can’t do a damn thing about—the Upside Down, the monsters, the Russians, the Munsons, the memories of Dustin crying and, just for funsies, of Nancy calling him bullshit. Because that’s always somewhere in the mix, these days.

Fill it back up with music and movement. Not with drinks, because he still has to get himself back to Hawkins in one piece.

He goes and he dances and he sweats. Sometimes guys dance with him, and Steve goes with it. Who cares? No one knows him here, it doesn’t mean anything.

Turns out, it does mean something after all. 

When Steve finally stumbles his way out of the club, he finds none other than Eddie Munson sitting on the hood of the Beemer he’s been buying off of his parents in installments. (Their idea. It’s a ‘pay for it or lose it’ kind of deal.) 

The buzzing under his sweat-tacky skin—satisfaction at successfully getting out of his head—fizzles out. He keeps walking and stops when he draws even with the car. 

Eddie Munson, looking tired and prickling with restless energy, and exhales a cloud of smoke and vapor into the chilly air. “Hey, man. What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?”

[miraclesabound]

Faithful to the End

Summary: Morpheus’s wife has a nightmare - or more accurately, a Nightmare tries to have her.

Pairing(s): Morpheus/F!Reader, one-sided Corinthian/F!Reader

Notes: Set post-Season 1. I’m using the show’s continuity, along with Neil Gaiman’s statement that the version of the Corinthian in the show is pansexual. Also available at AO3.

Warnings: Sexual harassment, unwanted kissing, threat of sexual assault, nightmares, suggestions of smut. Reader is never in any true danger, but she doesn’t know that at first.

Tag List - @writeforfandoms, @insomniamamma, @darklingveracruz, @morpheus-helm, @bowieandqueen11, @mylifeisactuallyamess​, @whovianayesha​, @blueeyesatnight​​

“Beautiful weather, isn’t it?” your driver asks. “You made the right decision asking for the convertible today, Your Grace.”

You smile, your eyes half-closed against the sun. “I thought so too,” you say. “Thank you, Corinthian.”

“Not at all,” the blond Nightmare says. If he’s squinting as well, you can’t tell – he’s wearing his usual black sunglasses. “Now, where did you want to go?”

“Hmmm…OH!” You sit up higher in your passenger seat. “Over there!” You’ve been driving through rolling hills, and on the next ridge, you see a large tree. “That’s perfect!”

“You got it.” When he’s close enough, the Corinthian drives the car under the tree’s shade. Cutting the engine, he steps out and around, opening your door and offering his hand. You smile and take it, using the extra support to stand up.

Getting a closer look at the tree, you’re glad you stopped. There are blossoms here that you’ve never seen before in the Dreaming, and they glitter like spun sugar. “Oh, they’re wonderful!” you say, and start to walk forward to the tree.

However, you’re stopped by the Corinthian’s hand - it’s still gripping yours tightly. Looking back, you ask him, “Is something wrong?” To your shock and horror, he turns your hand over, bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm.

“What are you doing!?” you shriek, yanking yourself free from him. “Are you trying to enrage my Morpheus?”

“No, my queen – if I wanted to do that, this is what I would do.” Before you can stop him, he pulls you into his arms and kisses you deeply. You push and shove at his chest, but he’s too strong. Without breaking his lips from yours, he backs you against the tree, pressing his body against your curves.

For a few awful seconds, he has you at his complete mercy, pinning your hands above your head while he explores your mouth with his own. Just when you’re about to pass out from lack of air, he pulls away, smiling at you. “I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he says.

You can’t break his grip, so instead, you spit, managing to hit his glasses. “You’re going to pay for this insult,” you hiss. “When my husband gets here –”

“Your husband is pathetic,” the Corinthian interrupts, his smile turning even more frightening than usual. “You deserve someone strong, someone who knows what to do for such a fine woman, someone who won’t abandon you for a century.” Letting your wrists go, he removes his sunglasses, exposing those horrific eye-sockets. “Say you’ll be mine, and we’ll rule the Dreaming for ourselves.”

Instead of answering him, you let out a scream. When your shriek pierces the air, a crack in the ground opens, pulling you out of his reach. “You’re the pathetic one here, Corinthian,” you say. The tree he’d used to trap you lowers a branch for you to sit on, and you lean into it as if you’re settling into a hammock. “Do you really think I need your help to shape the Dreaming? I am the Dream King’s bride – this land loves me as much as he does.”

The Corinthian sinks to his knees, and for a moment he looks almost wounded. “My queen, please…I’ve been in love with you for so long – do you truly feel nothing for me?”

Your branch carries you gently across the chasm, and you land on your feet in front of him. “You were my friend until now, and I treasure that – but no. I don’t love you.”

His look of pain becomes a snarl. “Then you’ll pay.” He begins to pull a blade out from within his blazer.

“NO.” Morpheus’ voice echoes all around, and you feel him appear behind you. “This ends now.” He pulls you close and whispers in your ear. “Darling, you need to wake up.” You blink – and the meadow around you disappears, along with the Corinthian himself.

--

When you return to yourself, you recognize your and Morpheus’ shared chambers in the Palace. The two of you are still in bed, and he strokes your cheek to make sure you’re fully awake. “Are you all right?” he asks. “I could sense everything that was happening.”

“I think so…” You scoot in close to him, feeling the solidness of his body. “Is the Corinthian back?”

Morpheus kisses your forehead. “He’s safely in the vault until I can figure out what to do with him,” he promises. “The being you saw is a scrap of memory.”

“A false memory, then,” you say. “He certainly wasn’t in love with me, I would have remembered.”

Your husband has never been especially talkative, but his silence after your statement is concerning. “…he wasn’t, surely?” you ask.

“It…wouldn’t be impossible.” Morpheus tilts your chin up, and you see the concern in his beautiful eyes. “You’re right that the Dreaming looks after you because it’s part of me. But the Corinthian had part of me too. If he inherited any of my affection for you, he would have thought you the queen of his heart.”

You shudder, remembering the mania on the Corinthian’s face in your dream. “And with his tendencies…”

Morpheus strokes a finger down your spine. “That’s half of why I was so angry when he began rampaging among the mortals. You’d been friends with a beast that I had created. How many times had I accidentally put you in danger? And while I was locked up…” He shakes his head. “I worried what would happen if he decided to come back and find you.”

“And now you know,” you tell him. “I would have fought him, even if the Dreaming was weakened.” You’re more awake now, and you kiss the curve of his jaw. “I would never have forgotten who I belong to.”

Morpheus senses your intent, and he kisses you properly. The two of you don’t get out of bed for several hours, not until he reminds you who he belongs to as well.

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Hinata Stage 4* Card Story

he cuuute

chapter 1 -break room-

hinata: Welcome back, Miss! I was waiting for you~

saki: Oh, Hinata-san! Wait, that outfit you’re wearing…!

hinata: Yeah! Tadaa! My stage outfit is finally here!! I wanted you to see me in it so I’ve been waiting here on standby.

saki: It suits you! It fits right in with B too, it’s nice.

hinata: I know right? Its not just B coded but also super me coded ♪ And this means I can finally show you my skills on the stage!

saki: You’ve been giving it your all training for this haven’t you? Congratulations!

hinata: Thanks! I told my brother the news too and he was also really happy for me.

saki: Fufu, I’m sure your brother is excited about your first performance. Will he be coming to see one of your shows?

hinata: Nah, he said he can’t visit this time, he must be busy.

saki: Aw, is that so… I’m sorry, that’s too bad.

hinata: How come you’re apologising? It doesn’t bother me. I talk with him over the phone everyday and he said that he’ll definitely come to watch when I get to perform in a proper B show. So it’s fine!

saki: I hope he can come and see you next time. I’m sure he’d love to see you perform more than anyone.

hinata: Yeah, I guess so. My brother has always been supporting me. Have I told you about it before? About the time before I went to Iwa-san’s place.

saki: Hm… No, I don’t think you have.

hinata: Before I met Iwa-san I was suuuper broke. Then, when I was hanging out with my usual group in town these scary people started picking a fight with us! They were seriously terrifying, just one look at them sent a chill down my spine.

saki: Um… Were you ok in the end?

hinata: Yeah, cause my brother protected me. Before I knew it all the scary people were no where to be seen.

saki: Wow…! Your brother must be really strong.

hinata: Right~? I started helping out Iwa-san thanks to my brother’s advice as well. And the reason I fell in love with hip-hop is cause my brother introduced me to the genre~  Thanks to that I discovered Heath and now it’s even lead me to meet you!

saki: Fufu, so we have your brother to thank for that too huh?

hinata: That’s why I honestly really did want him to come and see me… But I’m glad you’re here at least, Miss. You’ll be cheering for me, right?

saki: Of course. Please allow me to support you, Hinata-san.

hinata: Yay! Then, come and see me before the show, yeah? With you there I’m sure it’ll motivate me and I’ll pull off the performance perfectly. It’s a promise, ok? ♪

-

chapter 2 -backstage-

saki: (Hinata-san isn’t here… I wonder why, the show is going to be starting soon.)

-rehearsal room-

hinata: …Whew! I did it! I managed to pack all the right steps in today!

saki: Ah, there you are Hinata-san! 

hinata: Oh, hey there Miss— Wait shit, I hadn’t checked the time! I need to get to the stage wings!

-backstage-

hinata: Uwah~ Today’s actually the day~ My first ever time on the stage, I’m so excited!

-he steps close-

hinata: Do I look ok? I’m wearing everything properly right? Nothing’s out of place? Do I look like a real B member?

saki: Y-you look fine…! You look cool, you’ll fit right in.

saki: (He suddenly got so close…!)

hinata: Fufu, I got to hear you call me ‘cool’~ You really are the same as my brother, Miss. Like him you’re always thinking about and putting my best interests first. Thanks for coming to see me.

saki: Hinata-san…

hinata: …Heheh, I am actually feeling a little nervous after all. Hey, could I hold your hand for a moment?

saki: S-sure… Ah.

saki: (Hinata-san’s fingers are cold…)

hinata: This is something I used to do all the time as a good luck charm. Once I hold your hand close to my chest like this, I’m not afraid of anything anymore, and I feel like everything will go well…

saki: I’m sure you can do it, Hinata-san. I saw just how hard you’ve been practicing, you’ll be fine.

hinata: …Yeah. I really did practice with all my might. —Alright, I can do this! I have to show you that I can.

saki: Fufu, that’s the spirit.

hinata: Thanks, Miss. Your hand’s nice and warm, it calmed me down. Go and watch my first show from your seat.

-time pass, starless restaurant area-

saki: (Hinata-san’s part is coming up…!)

-cg

hinata: So this is the view from the stage… It’s the first time I’m seeing it, I’m finally able to see it. I joined B and now I’m standing on Starless’ stage. It’s not just a dream… This is the real thing. Ahaha, I don’t want to hand it over to anyone else, I want to make it all mine!

—end

[lunarbuck]

Hi love! Could I request a Loki X reader where reader has a rough day and Loki plans a cute little dinner or something to relax? 🤍

Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it!! I decided to have this take place in my Dance with the devil AU so I hope thats okay lol

Beauty and the Beast Retelling | Mafia AU

pairing: mafia!loki x f!reader

wc: 890

summary: Loki takes care of you after a hard day

warnings: none!! just fluff

dance with the devil masterlist | my masterlist | reqests are OPEN

Flower

You fall to the couch in a heap, feet aching and head pounding from everything that happened today. Typically, you don’t let a bad morning set the tone for your day, but things just kept going wrong. You got to work late, you spilled your coffee all over yourself, your boss was particularly critical of your work, and every time you tried to take a few seconds to breathe, you were pulled away. It was non-stop.

So, the second you got home, you dragged yourself to the library and collapsed on the couch. Though the library has always brought you comfort, you can’t relax. Your head spins as you recall every stupid mistake you made, every snappy comment your boss sent your way.

You curl into a ball and pull one of the little throw pillows to your chest, hugging it tightly. You want more than anything to call Loki and have him come down here to make you feel better, but you know he’s in a meeting. You respect what Loki does and know that interrupting won’t help in the long run. 

It feels like it takes hours, but you eventually fall into a fitful, restless sleep.

Loki

I’ve been sitting in this meeting for nearly four hours, and we have yet to make any progress. My flower got home an hour ago, and it kills me that I haven’t seen her. I try to always greet her when she gets home, at least see her for a moment before I get pulled away.

I glance at my computer and pull up the security feed. I already know she’s in the library; it’s where she always ends up after work, but when I see her tossing and turning on the couch, trying to sleep, my mood sours. 

“Leave,” I say, not looking up from the footage. Cade raises an eyebrow at me, as do the other men in the room, but I don’t care. I flash my eyes to Cade, and he doesn’t question me.

A moment later, the room is empty, and I can get to work.

Flower

You wake up covered in a thick blanket, and you snuggle deeper beneath it, not wanting to leave its warmth. As you burrow into the warmth, you feel fingers brush over your forehead, bringing you back to reality. A brush of lips follows, and you hum, content.

“How’re you feeling?” A faraway voice whispers.

“Better,” you reply groggily. As you regain consciousness, memories of your awful day resurface. You want to fall back asleep and forget again, but the voice has other plans. Hands slip beneath the blanket and hoist you into strong arms, blanket and all. 

“I have a surprise for you, my flower,” Loki whispers, holding you against his chest. You rest your head against his shoulder as you convince your eyes to open. Loki presses his lips to your forehead as he carries you to the west wing, taking each step carefully so as not to jostle you.

Even though Loki brings you great comfort, you can’t help but wallow in the frustrations of your day. Something about it just drags you down.

Loki walks into his office and sets you down on the couch that faces his desk. You pull the blankets tighter around you as Loki flits around the room, lighting candles and turning off lights. 

When he seems pleased with the room, he returns to your side. “Are you hungry?” He asks though you assume he probably already knows the answer. You normally have a snack after work, but today you’d skipped it, opting to sleep away your problems instead.

You nod slowly, and a gentle smile spreads across Loki’s face. “That’s what I figured.” You sit up, letting the blanket fall from your shoulders, and take Loki’s outstretched hand. He carefully helps you to sit down at a little table set up beside the entrance to the balcony.

The weather has been warming up, so the doors are open to let in the breeze. 

“What’s all this?” You ask, taking in the simple dinner set up. There’s a bouquet of red roses as a centerpiece, surrounded by a few tea-light candles. Your dinner is already served, and you sigh happily at the sight.

“You had a bad day,” Loki says, as if it were obvious, even though you hadn’t told him about any of it. “I wanted to help.” Warmth spreads through your body at the thought of Loki noticing without even interacting with you.

You smile down at your meal as Loki pours you a glass of wine. Music plays softly from the speaker system, and as you eat, you feel your worries melt away. How Loki always manages to take your mind off of things is beyond you, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

When you and Loki finish your meals, Mrs. Peters drops off a bowl of ice cream for you, and you practically smother her with your hug. She presses a motherly kiss to the top of your head before leaving you with your treat.

Loki watches you enjoy your dessert with a pleasant smile on his face. Life with him is easier than you ever imagined. Even on the hard days, even on the days when nothing makes sense, you have Loki. 

And that’s more than enough for you.

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Hey, Little Songbird

Chapter 30 - AO3

Alya stared at him with an expression so filled with disgust and regret that Felix shuffled uncomfortable. She spun away, her shoulders shaking. “You know, I used to wonder how you and Adrien could possibly be related, but now? I totally see it.”

Felix sputtered. “Excuse me!?”

“You’re excused. This is too stupid and doesn’t make any sense; I’m not dealing with it. Let’s just… get this done, okay?”

“What are you talking about, it makes sense—!”

“I’ve learned my lesson about speculating hero identities. Trust me, it is not worth it. So can we please drop this?” She passed him a flash drive.

Felix considered her words and agreed. This really wasn’t the time for speculation. It was the time—he looked down at his chest, but unfortunately the brooch was still there—for action.

He and Alya walked to their homeroom, but while Alya went inside with a wave, Felix hid around the corner, so everyone would be inside before they started. As the morning bell rang, he stepped into the room.

Mme. Bustier frowned at him. “Young man, you need to go to your homeroom—” Felix removed his hood, Duusu squirming in the fabric to hide. “Felix? I guess your suspension is over now… Then the only person we’re waiting on is Marinette.”

“Marinette won’t be at school today,” Felix told her, taking a moment to survey the class. The sheeple were glaring at him, Alya was vibrating in her seat, Rossi looked smug… and Adrien. He looked horrified to see Felix here. Had Gabriel told him what Felix did? Was he on Gabriel’s side now? “Something about a family emergency? She should have a note to give you tomorrow.”

“Well… you were supposed to apologize to her today, but if that’s the case…”

“I’ve already apologized to Marinette,” Felix reassured her. “But there’s someone else in this room I must apologize too; after all, I was trying to frame someone as well. That’s why I created a video to properly explain my feelings. May I?” He gestured towards the computer. “It won’t take long.”

Bustier fretted but agree. “If you’ve already made something…” She even helped him setup the projector screen while Felix got to the video. There were only two files on the flash drive: one labeled “Apology”, and the other labeled “After.” He opened the “Apology” video.

Jagged Stone’s face covered the whiteboard. “Cat? I’ve never owned a bloody cat, especially not one saved by a Lila Rossi.”

One by one, her lies unraveled. Interviews with the celebrities Rossi lied about, logs indicating that the Italian Ambassador hasn’t left Paris in over a year, doctors explaining Rossi’s various illnesses to contradict her actions, exerts from her diary… Even though their classmates’ faith in Rossi broke with that first interview, it was fascinating to watch their opinions of her sink lower and lower as the tears and glares multiplied. Rossi was mortified, watching the video with wide eyes as her claws sunk into Adrien’s arm. Even Bustier, the supposed adult in the room, could only watch, even though stopping the video was totally within her power. The collective mood sunk,

And sunk,

And sunk.

It was glorious. Felix wished he was recording.

Felix paused the video before the last scene could play and smirked as Rossi glared at him hatefully. “I’m so terribly sorry I tried to frame you, Rossi. As it turns out, that was the only think you were actually innocent of!”

She jerked at his address, then turned around to the class, fishing for sympathy. She found none in the furious gazes and tear-filled eyes. She shook, from rage or humiliation, Felix knew not. “You… you bastard…”

“My parents were happily married when they had me,” Felix purred. “Pity the same couldn’t be said about you, no?”

Her eyes widened with fear. Oh, yes, Felix knew an awful lot about Rossi now, perhaps more than he ever wanted to know. Usually he wouldn’t taunt someone because they were the result of an affair, but… Rossi seemed to bring out the worst in him.

Realizing that she had no allies in the room, Rossi’s eyes welled with possibly-fake tears and she ran from the room, practically wailing. Felix sniffed. “How cliché.”

That snapped Bustier out of her daze. “Felix! We are going to the principal’s office right now!” He shot Alya a panicked looked, but she was already running to the front of the room as Bustier grabbed his arm. “There was no need to humiliate another student, no matter what she did—!”

He tore his arm from her grip. The only reason she hadn’t left claw marks was the protection is hoodie gave him. “If she didn’t want to be humiliated, maybe she shouldn’t have done something humiliating!”

That set certain people off.

“Dude, that’s too cruel!”

“She might have been horrible, but you didn’t need to be so mean about it!”

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, young man, but hurting people—”

Finally reaching the front, Alya restarted the video and the last scene played. Bustier shut up as she and the rest of the room saw the video footage Felix had taken of Rossi willingly taking an akuma. While they were enthralled, Felix took his chance to lock their classroom door. They didn’t have much time before Rossi showed up again. “She’s a terrorist; why should I respect her?”

Climbing up on the desk, Alya took her place before the class while Felix readily the second video. She addressed the class. “Like Felix said, it’s been confirmed that Lila Rossi is working with Hawkmoth. Thanks to this information, Ladybug has discovered the possible identities of Hawkmoth and Mayura and is now working with the police to conduct a sting operation while his attention is on akumatizing Lila.”

“Alya!” Bustier hissed, “Get down from there—”

They had anticipated that someone wouldn’t believe them, and Alya had planned ahead by getting evidence from a source no one could argue with. Felix opened the second video and now Ladybug’s face covered the whiteboard. “Hey, Mme. Bustier’s class, this is Ladybug speaking! As Mlle. Cesaire might have already told you, today the police, temporary heroes, and I are conducting a sting operation against the possible identity of Hawkmoth. But while I say ‘possible,’ we’ve received evidence that proves without a doubt that this individual we’re raiding is Hawkmoth.” Felix covered the brooch with his hands. “It’s because of this evidence that I asked M. Graham de Vanily and Mlle. Cesaire to expose Lila Rossi today. As his only known civilian helper, my partner and I are certain that Hawkmoth will akumatize her, given how successful she’s been against the heroes in the past.

“This is why I am talking to you now. As of now, all of you are part of the sting operation.” He noticed several classmates sit up at her words, the sadness and anger dissipating from the room. “I need you all to evacuate the school and help the other classes evacuate as well. But most importantly, you can’t do anything that will indicate that we’re attacking Hawkmoth during her akumatizations. I know I can trust you.” It felt… like she was talking directly to Felix. He held the brooch tighter, rough edges cutting into his hand. “Thank you. Bug out.”

The video stopped and Alya organized the evacuation out the windows. Fortunately, they were on the first floor, so it wasn’t much of a drop. Mme. Bustier left first and helped the other student drop down. Felix tried to help, but Adrien pulled him aside. “You’re working with Ladybug?” Adrien asked. Was that… awe in his voice? Did Gabriel not tell him anything yet.

“She asked,” Felix answered uncomfortable. “Come, it’s time for you to leave…” Felix tried to get Adrien out the window so they’d stop talking, but Adrien refused to drop. He just… dangled out the window.

“You’re not coming?”

Felix looked away. “I’m the bait. Hopefully we can keep Rossi focused on me long enough for Ladybug to defeat Hawkmoth, but to do that… I need to keep her mad.”

Adrien smiled. “Well, they picked the perfect person for that.”

He laughed. “Certainly. Adrien… about what happened at your house…” Something—or rather, someone—pounded on the door, making it shake on its hinges.

“What happened at my house?”

Had Gabriel told him nothing!? No, there was no time. “Adrien, you can’t go home.” He told him instead.

“What?”

“When you evacuate, you can’t go home, okay? Go anywhere else, anywhere at all, but don’t go home. Just trust me, you don’t want to be there.”

The door collapsed, and a hot rush of air ploomed into the room. Felix pushed Adrien out the window and he landed on the ground in a heap. There were still other classmates stuck inside—the goth girl, the jock, the dreadlock girl, he really should start learning people’s names—but there was nothing he could do now to get them out.

He faced Rossi. She… looked horrible.

Fashion-disaster Hawkmoth struck again, he supposed. Though, now that he knew Hawkmoth was Gabriel, perhaps these were designs that the board of directors at the company refused? Because instead of something relatively fashionable, Rossi loomed in the doorway dressed like a cartoon devil in a prom dress, her skin hazard orange and her pigtails mutated and curled up in mock devil horns. She scowled at Felix; her teeth looked like jagged shards of glass. “You…”

“Rossi.” He sneered.

Her eye twitched. “It’s End Days now! And I’m going to ruin your life, just like you’ve ruined mine!”

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Running Home To Your Sweet Nothings

Best-selling poet Lily Evans ends up abandoned at a (awful) corporate party, is rescued, and pines over friend and temporary roommate, James Potter. 1114 Words.

For @jilytoberfest's Bitter Sweet Challenge

Prompt: "You lied to me" (angst to fluff)

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“You lied to me, Potter!” Lily called out, dumping her bags by the door.

She kicked her heels off and heard James cough. “I lied to a receptionist. And I think what you mean is ‘thank you, lovely roommate, for rescuing me from the state corporate that my poet soul couldn’t bear,’” he countered.

Lily had come home ready to fight. Today was terrible and pointed jokes and cute smirks wouldn’t change that. She never should have agreed to go, but her sister finally wanted her.

Petunia had called her a week ago. “I know it’s last minute but everyone’s been clamoring to meet you since you got on the best-seller list. You can come to the party as my plus one and Vernon, you, and I can celebrate after!”

Lily was desperate for Petunia’s approval. She bit her lip after her sister suggested Lily’s future husband may be at a hedge fund work party. She didn’t break their streak of silence on the subject of her best-selling poetry book. Not even when she wanted to scream, why me and not the hundreds of other writers who haven’t just released a debut book on their bisexual identity? 

Because Petunia wanted her.

Lily still doesn’t understand why Petunia asked her. A few hours earlier, her sister paraded Lily around for a respectable ten minutes and promptly left for her fiance and his friends. Besides Petunia abandoning her, it was exactly what Lily thought it would be: uncomfortable. The intrusive questions, sexist jokes, and homophobic quips made her want to scream. But she couldn’t leave or fight back without either risking Petunia’s job or their relationship.

But just as Lily had resigned herself to the terrible small talk, James whisked her away with one phone call.

He’d helped her through countless horrendous days. Somehow, today was different. Lily just wanted to melt into James, welcome that fuzzy feeling. But every time she thought of confessing, she pictured James, disgusted and betrayed. It was too dangerous to let James comfort her.

Instead, she had come in, ready to fight.

“First,” Lily said, “temporary roommate. Second, I was doing fine without you. Third, you’re literally the son of a CEO.” Walking into her living room, her eyes caught James sprawled on the couch. He hadn’t changed since this morning: still looking impossibly hot in an infuriating muscle tank. God damn it, he really had it all, she thought.

“Hey, Lily!” James said, swinging his legs over as she moved to sit down.

“James, I can’t believe you told the receptionist Mr. Potter wanted to speak with me,” Lily said, forcing herself to stay on topic.

James just looked at her and said, “Well, he did.”

If Lily wasn’t already sitting down she would be now. Unsure of how to respond, she sighed and brought her knees to her chest.

Her arms wrapped around her legs and not James— where they ached to be. Because behind every domestic fantasy, which only increased after he moved in, James was her friend. It was easy to pretend they were living together. But it was fake. And temporary. 

Lily fought between a grimace and a smile.  “I’m pretty sure they were not picturing a 29-year-old with messy hair and arm muscles.”

Shit. 

Lily’s face went slack and James’s smirk grew. Internally, she cursed that goddamn muscle tank for haunting her dreams and corrupting her thoughts. 

Barreling forward, Lily continued. “I was so annoyed with you.”

“I know,” James said slowly. “I knew you wanted to fight your own battles. I just also knew you couldn’t leave—even if you needed to. I guess it’s a reflex, to get involved when the people I care about are in trouble. Plus, I’ve gotten pretty good at bailing Sirius out of shitty family situations.”

Lily nods. She knew James wasn’t trying to be chauvinistic or patronizing (that streak had ended years before). But, there was a small part of her that didn’t want to be saved by anyone. Unfortebly for her, Lily had become accustomed to being loved by James Potter—fiercely and unjudged.

James rescued her. What the hell was Lily supposed to do when James knew what she needed, what she wanted, more than anyone else? Friends don’t want to bury themselves in a friend’s skin after a bad day.

Lily shook her head and noticed that James was still talking, gaining volume.

“—You were texting me about how disgusting and horrible it was! Someone literally propositioned you for a threesome! At your sister’s work event! I was scared and I didn’t know what to do. Also, she was parading you around because you hit the best-seller list—which I am immensely proud of you for—but you were an amazing person and an amazing poet before that!” Somehow, James had moved closer, his knees touching hers.

“James—” Lily started, unable to say more. Stuck in the creases of James’s face and the emotion swelling in his eyes. Masochistically, she thought it almost looked like love. 

“Lily,” he whispered, “I just needed to be next to you. To be with you.”

Lily didn’t know she got here, to James looking at her like that. Her head was spinning as she processed the weight of this moment. It felt like a love confession. James was speaking softly, never taking his eyes off of hers. 

But what if it wasn’t? What if she leaned in and James drew back in disgust? 

“Shit! Shit!” James shouted, causing Lily to blink rapidly. 

Unsure of what was happening, Lily reached her hand over James’s, bracing for a flinch that never came. “I didn’t mean to make this about me,” he said, voice wavering and thick. Lily shook her head and slowly smiled. Her thumb rubbed the pulse point on his wrist. It was her turn to be brave.

“I need to be next to you too, James.”

James reached over, arms under hers, and wrapped her in a tight hug. She squeezed her arms around his shoulders.

“I,” Lily started, interrupted when James moved his hand to her jawline. “I am in love with you,” she said shakily, doing her best to keep looking at him.

“And I,” James whispered in her neck, lips ghosting her skin. “am in love with you, Lily Evans.”

Wrapped in James’s arms, Lily thought there was something comforting about hugging first. After the confessions, their first kiss was inevitable. But this was reverent.

James’s lips moved up her jaw and Lily lowered her head. Their lips met, soft like the first poem she’d written about him. She’d immortalize this moment later: write about lips, and collarbones, and hips, and whispers turned to whimpers with veneration. But right now, a best-selling poet stopped thinking. Life itself oozed like poetry, new skin like honey.

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Picture Imperfect

Prompts: Hello! I really love your stories! You’re probably my favorite author actually— And I’ve read all your Roman Angst stories already (Multiple times XD) But I was rereading Lie To Me and I got an idea for a prompt— If you don’t want to write it then that’s cool but here—

Janus can hear lies and he knows Roman lies about a lot of thinks, and so he takes to helping him with it. (Like in Lie To Me) But Roman doesn’t want to tell the others because he doesn’t want them to worry and he doesn’t feel like he deserves their help, but then something happens that gives someone else’s Janus’ ability and they hear the lies. I don’t really mind whoever gets the ability so however you’d like to do it with is fine but maybe Anarociet or just Roceit w/ Some Creativitwins bonding? Even if you don’t do this thanks for reading my little idea! (Sorry this is so long!) Can’t wait to read anything else you might put out! ^^ - anon

idea for a fic where roman gets everyone to apologize to each other.. but it seems a little *too* perfect (and maybe everyone apologizes to everyone else Except roman). someone does a little snooping and finds out that roman's been practicing with fake versions of the sides (created via the Imagination) to find out the perfect way to get them to agree again. cue angst. - anon

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Warnings: self-destructive behavior, mild unreality

Pairings: DLAMPR, platonic intended but romantic flexible

Word Count: 4743

Roman sighs, leaning his weight on his desk. The Imagination is sparkling through the doorway and he can almost hear it luring him in, come, Prince Roman, come to where all of your dreams come true. 

But it’s picked the wrong lie. Roman, after all, does not have his dreams come true.

“So, I’m sorry,” Patton says, twisting his hands together in front of him, “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Logan pushes his glasses up and sighs. “Oh, Patton, it’s not entirely your fault.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No.” He carefully takes Patton’s hands and separates them, squeezing to keep him from trying again. “You are not singlehandedly responsible for the consequences of growing up.”

He takes a deep breath of his own. 

“I have been…I know I’ve been guilty of trying to make Thomas more mature, more…adult. But I realize now that the quest I’ve set us on for maturity is in and of itself immature.”

Virgil snorts. “Say ‘mature’ one more time, L.”

Logan chuckles a little sadly. “I’ve been immature. And for that, I apologize.”

——————

Roman sighs, leaning his weight on his desk. The Imagination is sparkling through the doorway and he can almost hear it luring him in, come, Prince Roman, come to where all of your dreams come true. 

But it’s picked the wrong lie. Roman, after all, does not have his dreams come true. 

A weight presses between his shoulder blades and he stifles a noise. He didn’t mean to be so awful today, he didn’t think he would be awful today. But he’d woken up and decided to put on shimmery red eyeshadow and that must’ve been a mistake because every argument he got into today ended with a remark about it. 

Logan said it demonstrated his extravagance and inability to settle. Virgil said it was as garish as he is. Patton said it was too much. Remus said it looked pretty, which is an insult coming from Remus when he says it like that. 

Janus told him it looked good. 

Sparkles begin to run down his face as he sinks slowly into the chair. The need to put his head down and sob until it runs all the way off twists something vital in his chest and he’s just able to stop the noise that slips out. He settles for closing his eyes and letting it hang between his elbows instead. 

Hands softly squeeze his shoulders to announce their presence. 

“My prince,” a soft voice whispers, “raise your head.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s Imagined a person here to help him. But he can’t do it today. 

“I’m here, my prince,” it says again, even after Roman’s thought to dismiss it, “come, sweetie, just look at me.”

…sweetie?

Roman slowly raises his head, eyes widening when he sees Janus in front of him. Janus smiles, and Roman jerks back in his seat. 

“Come now, surely I didn’t startle you that much?”

Roman scrambles up and backs away. Janus raises his hands. 

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he says solemnly, “I’m just here to talk.”

Roman backs away slowly. This wouldn’t be the first time an Imagination construct has gotten loose into his room, nor the first time he’s had to, um, contain something before it got out. Slowly, he keeps backing toward the Imagination door. 

Janus raises an eyebrow, expression turning playful. “Am I going to have to chase you?” 

“You want me,” Roman mutters, “you’re going to have to catch me.”

“Oh?” The playful grin widens. “Alright, then.”

Roman swallows, backing up until he can feel the light on his shoulders. Janus starts to come toward him, pace slow enough that Roman could get around him if he wanted. He’s almost there. If he can just get to the door—

He turns on his heel and reaches—

“Gotcha.”

Arms wind gently but firmly around him, pulling him against a strong chest. His fingers just brush the edge of the door before he’s gently but firmly pulled away. He’s turned to stare up at Janus’s face. 

“I’ve caught you, little prince,” Janus murmurs, one of his hands brushing Roman’s hair back from his forehead, “what should I do?”

Roman swallows. “What do snakes normally do with what they catch?”

“I am hungry, little prince.” Janus leans closer, mouth near his ear. “Should I eat you?”

Is he serious? Maybe this is just one of his weird flirting moments. Maybe he’s—oh, oh, no, that’s a hiss, shit, is he actually going to eat me?

“J-Janus—“

“Oh, relax, sweetie, I’m just teasing.”

“…okay.”

Janus chuckles, adjusting his hold so they can look at each other. “You look so worried, it’s alright, little prince, I would never.”

Roman stares at him. “What—what’re you doing here?”

“I told you. I want to talk to you.” Roman glances down at the position they’re in. “If I let you go, will I have to catch you again?”

He considers it. It would be easier to slam the Imagination door shut and just…not have to deal with this anymore. But the horrible selfish part of him that wants to know what this version of Janus will do screams for him to let him stay. 

Roman sets his mouth. 

“…I won’t run.”

Janus opens his arms and Roman turns, slamming the door to the Imagination shut. As the light fades, he bows his head, letting out a shaky breath. 

“Well, that was dramatic.”

Roman whirls around, eyes widening to see Janus still standing there. He’s—he’s still here?

Janus raises an eyebrow when Roman tenses again, opening his arms. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“What—how—you’re still here.”

“Yes,” Janus says slowly, “why wouldn’t I be?”

Roman shakes himself off. “Sorry. I must be tired. How can I help you?”

“That,” Janus says sharply, pointing at him, “that is what I’m here to talk to you about.”

“…what?”

Janus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Roman, do you know what my abilities are?”

“You can make us be quiet if there are things Thomas doesn’t want to know, you can shapeshift the way the rest of us can, you can…teleport…?”

“I’m Deceit, Roman. So what can I do?”

“I don’t know…tell lies? Can’t we all do that?”

“Yes, but I can also tell when you’re lying.”

Roman’s blood runs cold. Janus’s expression softens a little when he sees it, slowly extending a hand. Roman eyes it warily. 

“Come here, sweetie.”

“Why?”

“Because right now, you’re telling yourself you don’t deserve to be comforted even though you’re struggling to stand up and you’re cold.”

Roman’s head snaps up. “How—“

“I can hear lies, Roman.” Janus wiggles his fingers. “Now come here.”

The firm undertone makes Roman move before he’s realized it, taking Janus’s hand and letting him pull him close again. He frets for a moment about where to put his hands before he’s awkwardly resting them on Janus’s shoulders. 

“There,” Janus murmurs, “now, was that so hard?”

Roman studiously avoids eye contact. 

A sigh. “Well, yes, I suppose that’s the point I’m trying to make.”

“How can you hear lies?”

“It’s…part of my powers, Roman. I didn’t ask for it and I didn’t seek it out.” Janus gently ruffles his hair. “I just can.”

“…can you stop?”

Another sigh, longer this time. “No, Roman. I can’t turn it off.”

Shit. Shit. 

“Just like right now I can hear you telling yourself you couldn’t be more of an inconvenience if you tried. Which, first off, isn’t true because you’re not an inconvenience—“

“Well—“

“—and second,” Janus says over him, “I think you’re vastly underestimating your own abilities.”

“But if I’m making you hear all of these things, then—“

“—then you need someone to help you.”

“What?”

“Roman,” Janus says patiently, “what did I just tell you about my powers?”

“…that you can hear lies?”

“Yes, Roman.” He looks at him pointedly. “Lies.”

Roman looks at him blankly. 

“They’re lies, Roman, that’s why I can hear them. You are not an inconvenience, you do deserve to be comforted, and you aren’t something to be overlooked.”

“B-but—“

“No buts, little prince,” Janus whispers, “they’re not true. I promise you, they’re not true.”

——————

…but then…but then what am I supposed to believe?

“Oh, come off it, L, you’re also not singlehandedly responsible for all the shit that’s happened around here.”

“Language!”

“Shit, sorry, I—oh, fuck—oh, shit—“

Virgil’s hand claps itself over his mouth as Patton giggles. After a moment, Janus lets him go. 

“…thanks, J.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Virgil takes a deep breath. “I am…I’m sorry too.”

“For what, Virgil?”

“I’m the bad guy. And before you say anything,” he says quickly, raising his voice as the others go to protest, “I don’t mean that as in I’m a ‘bad guy,’ or anything.”

“Yes, Wreck-It, Ralph, come through.”

Virgil swats Remus’s shoulder. “I just mean that in most of the…y’know, the plots we do, I’m normally the one who pushes back the most. Slows us down.”

“Keeps us cautious,” Logan corrects gently, “more often than not, you’re the healthy response of human fear we have to…anything. Without you, we would be in much more danger.”

“We’ve been over this, kiddo,” Patton says, reaching over to ruffle Virgil’s hair, “you’re not doing anything wrong by being you.”

——————

“No, Janus.”

“Roman, listen to me—“

“I’m not telling them!”

Janus sighs, reaching out for him when Roman curls himself into a corner on the couch. “Sweetie, come here.”

“…just because I cuddle with you doesn’t mean I’m giving in.”

“I know.”

Roman reluctantly pries himself out of the corner and lets Janus wrap an arm around him. A hand ruffles his hair and he leans on Janus’s shoulder. 

“I think they would understand,” he says softly, “they care about you, sweetie.”

He can’t stop the scoff. 

“They do. I know you don’t believe it, but—“

“They care about the versions of me they can control.”

“…okay, that’s not entirely false—“

“See?”

“—but that doesn’t mean they don’t want to help you.” When Roman remains silent, he tilts his chin up. “Do you think the others are bad people?”

“What? No, no, of course not, I—wait, is this one of those things where there isn’t such a thing as a good person or a bad person?”

“Not necessarily, but that’s not a bad idea.”

“No, I don’t think they’re bad people.”

“Do you think that if any of them were told that someone needed help, they would say no?”

Roman looks away. 

“Roman?”

“No,” he mumbles, “not really.”

“Then why is it different for you?” 

Because what I want isn’t things they want to give me. Because I want too much. Because I’m selfish and this isn’t even a problem.

“Little prince,” Janus murmurs and Roman buries his face in his hands. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”

“It’s hard enough for me just having you help me, okay?”

“And I’m very grateful you’ve let me.” Hands cover his and coax them away. “But you don’t have to assume the worst of them.”

“I don’t have to assume it, I know it’s true.”

Janus startles, brow furrowing as he looks at Roman. “What?”

“Nevermind. Let’s just drop it.”

——————

“Besides,” Remus says as he absentmindedly rubs his shoulder, “I think I’m the bad guy now.”

“Whoa, hey, no—“

“I am!” Remus spreads his arms wide. “I’m the bad guy! I’m the big bad villain who scares Thomas and must be defeated, look at how much Lolo was built up to be the good guy!”

“Remus,” Logan says, “that’s not—“

“Oh, come off it, Nerdy Wolverine, you know I’m the worst. And most of the time that’s fine! You lot can be so boring, where’s your sense of fun?”

Janus just reaches out and takes Remus’s hand in his. “You said ‘most of the time.’”

Remus deflates a little. “Well…yeah.”

“Remus,” Patton says, reaching out for him too, “we owe you an apology too.”

“No, no, no, you’re all doing what you’re supposed to be doing.” Remus swallows, a bit of his mania slipping away, “protecting Thomas.”

“But not from you.” Virgil nudges his shoulder. “You’re part of Thomas too.”

“I’m the part of Thomas that has to be hidden away,” Remus mumbles, “I’m s—“

“If you say something bad about yourself again, I will physically fight you.”

“Don’t finish that sentence, sweetie.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Remus.”

“That’s enough outta you.”

Remus’s chuckle is a little watery, but it’s there and that’s all that matters. Then Janus sighs. 

“Besides, if anyone needs to apologize for hurting Thomas…it’s me.”

——————

Janus comes to him again on a dark night when tears are already streaming down his cheeks. He wants to apologize—he’s sure he’s practically screaming to Janus—but he won’t hear any of it, wiping his tears and shushing him tenderly. 

“I’m sorry—“

“It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why are you doing this,” Roman manages around the sobs, “why—why’re you helping me? Why’re you being so kind?”

Janus gives him the same answer he always does. “Because you’re worth being kind to, sweetie, and because you genuinely believe no one will want to help you.”

Roman just sobs into his chest. Janus, like he always does, holds him, murmuring soft reassurances and running his hand through his hair. 

He wishes he could just stop lying. That he could stop being a horrible person and—

No. 

That he could…that he could stop lying. 

Janus hums. “It’s not your fault, sweetie, you’ve been taught to believe things. It’s going to take time to unlearn them.”

“But it’s hard.”

“I know, sweetie, I know.”

When his head starts to hurt from crying, Janus lays him down on the bed and tucks him in, letting him sniffle and bury his head in his shoulder. 

“What would help,” Janus asks softly, “to make you less scared of them?”

Roman shrugs. 

“What about practicing? Like rehearsing your lines?”

“I’m just gonna cry more.”

“That’s okay.”

No, it’s not. It’s not okay. 

“Sweetie…”

“Sorry.”

“You’re alright.”

“I just…” Roman swallows. “I don’t like people seeing me fail.”

“That’s understandable.” Janus sits up a little. “I don’t have to be there. You can practice on your own.”

“…I can?”

“Yes, you can.” Janus indicates the door of the Imagination. “I won’t be able to hear you in there. You can practice all you want.”

“Wait, you can’t hear what happens in the Imagination?”

“Sweetie, that place is nothing but lies, I’d go deaf.”

“Oh. I don’t want that.”

Janus chuckles. “No, I don’t either.”

——————

“Janus, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, come, let’s not be coy.” He spreads his arms. “We all know I’m the notorious villain around here.”

“Okay, just because you dress like a queer-coded villain doesn’t mean—“

“It’s my fault Virgil was so hated, it’s my fault Remus showed up at all.” He glances at Patton. “And I’m the reason you had a breakdown in the first place.”

“Janus, no—“

“I hurt you,” Janus says, “and Logan, and Virgil, and Remus.”

“Janus, we hurt you too.” Logan steps closer. “We’re the ones who didn’t bother to look past the queer-coded villain aesthetic—“

Virgil snorts. 

“—and see you. You…you’ve only ever tried to help.”

Jans snorts. “And some help I’ve been.”

“You have,” Patton insists, “you made us see how much we really don’t know everything. We have to…be more honest. You helped with that. Thomas would be in a much worse-off place if you hadn’t done anything.”

Janus falters. “…you truly believe that?”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Oh, get over here, you big drama queen.”

“Okay, you can talk—“

Remus squeals in delight as a group hug forms, throwing his arms around everyone he can reach. “Cat pile!”

Logan chuckles. “I suppose we have no choice.”

“You got that right, L, get down here.”

“Oops, sorry, sweetie.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Patton sighs as they settle in on the floor, his head on Remus’s shoulder. “It’s nice to do this…”

As the sun begins to set. 

“…with the whole family.”

Roman looks down at the tear-stained pile of papers in his hand. He sniffles and throws the top sheet away. He looks back up. 

“Again.”

——————

The Mindscape is…finicky sometimes. When Thomas is in a particularly imaginative mood, the boundaries tend to…fluctuate. 

So when their rooms jolt them out of bed to a house that looks much less like a house than it normally does, the Sides shrug and make their way to the Imagination to ride it out. 

“Hey, L,” Virgil calls as they round the corner, “you got your headphones? I think I left mine.”

“Yes, I’ve got them. I’ve got an extra pair too.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

Patton waves sleepily by the door. “Good morning, kiddos.”

“You okay, Pat? You don’t look so hot.”

“Wrong part of a nap.”

Virgil winces. “That is the worst.”

Patton stifles a yawn as Janus and Remus enter the hallway. “You guys seen Roman?”

They shake their heads. 

“He must’ve gone in already.”

“Yeah, I didn’t see him at dinner last night, maybe he—“

Don’t deserve it. 

They jump. Virgil whirls around as Roman’s voice rings out in the hallway. “What the fuck was that?”

“Langauge.”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong and stupid and bad. 

“Roro, this isn’t funny,” Remus says, raising his voice, “even if you gotta tell me how you did that.”

Logan glances around as the walls begin to thin. “We can’t stay here, we need to go in.”

“But that’s Roman,” Patton says, “we need to find him. If he gets stuck here—“

Worthless inconvenient burden who’s good for nothing.

“Oh, no,” Janus whispers, staring at the walls, “oh, no.”

“Janny, if you know what’s going on, you better start talking right the fuck now.”

It says something that Patton doesn’t even bother to chide Remus for his language. 

“It’s Roman’s lies.”

“Roman’s what now?”

“The lies Roman tells himself,” Janus says, backing toward the Imagination, “you can hear them?”

“Yeah, no shit we can hear them,” Virgil says sharply, “now what the hell do you mean, Roman’s lies?”

“Exactly that,” Janus snaps, “these are the things Roman’s mind tells itself. They’re lies and if you can hear them too we need to get to the Imagination now.”

Remus growls but does as bid, yanking open the door and shoving the others into it. They spill onto a grassy field as the door closes and disappears behind him, a shining mark appearing on Remus’s wrist where a watch would be. 

“There. I’ll know when it’s safe to go back.” He glares at Janus. “Which means you have plenty of time to explain. Now.”

Janus sighs. “Roman didn’t want to tell you.”

“A little late for that.”

“Janus,” Logan says, “please. We’re concerned about Roman’s wellbeing.”

“And if you think we won’t help, I swear to god—“

“Hey, you’re preaching to the choir here.” Janus holds his hands up. “I told Roman you’d want to help.”

“So why didn’t he believe it?”

At that, Janus glares at all of them. “I don’t know, Patton, why wouldn’t he believe it?”

“I—“

Before Patton can say anything, they hear voices down the hill. 

More specifically, they hear their voices. 

“What the…?”

Skulking down the hill reveals a small building. Remus gives them a shut-the-fuck-up-or-suffer-the-consequences look before carefully opening the door. Their eyes widen as they see a replica of their living room with all of them standing in it. 

All of them…except Roman. 

“What the hell is Princey doing here?”

Logan opens his mouth when the other Logan starts to talk instead. 

They watch as the five of them start to…apologize to each other. Making amends, voicing things they would never have the courage to say out loud, only to be accepted and validated by the others. They all end in a massive pile on the floor, Patton whispering something about family before they dissolve into nothingness. 

Silence. 

“What,” Virgil murmurs, “the fuck.”

“He wants us to…apologize to each other?” Patton looks around. “Did we—I—um—“

“Roman could do anything with Imaginary versions of us,” Logan says softly, his eyes still glued to the carpet where they’d been, “and he…he chooses to do this?”

“Janny,” Remus almost growls, “you’re being really quiet.”

“Because I’m not used to being the honest expository one,” Janus snaps, “give me a second.”

He takes a deep, slow breath. 

“Alright. I told Roman that you’d want to help him with this. He didn’t want to do it, so I suggested he practice.”

“But this isn’t him telling us shit.”

“I know that, Virgil, I just saw the same thing you did.”

“You gave Roman permission to try what he wanted,” Patton whispers in a horrified voice, “and he—he—“

“He didn’t even think of himself.” Remus’s grip tightens on his Morningstar. “Alright, where is he?”

“Sorry, I’m back,” Roman says suddenly, appearing next to them. Well, not next to them. He’s in a dark corner of the living room decidedly away from them. After a moment, he stops and scoffs at himself. “They’re not here, you idiot.”

It takes barely a second for all of them to exchange eye contact and decide what they’re going to do. 

“Okay,” Roman mumbles, mostly to himself, “let’s try this again.”

He looks up and Logan rolls his shoulders back. 

Showtime. 

“Patton,” he starts off, “I owe you an apology. It was not my intention to blame you for everything that has gone wrong in the Mindscape and it was immature of me to do so.”

“Oh, kiddo, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to be so overbearing to all of you.”

“I didn’t mean to be a jerk.” They all turn and look at Virgil. “What? I didn’t!”

“We know, sweetie,” Janus says, bumping their shoulders together, “and for what it’s worth, I didn’t either.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus blurts out, “I’m sorry I’m gross and weird and—“

“Oh, just get over here,” Virgil mutters, opening his arms, “I—oof.”

“Cat pile!”

They all quickly move to hug each other, noting that Roman doesn’t even twitch. Logan exchanges a look with Patton. Patton nods. 

“Hey, guys?”

“Mhm?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s Roman?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman stiffen. 

“It doesn’t seem fair that we did all this with each other,” he continues, “and Roman’s not here too.”

“You’re right.” Logan sits up. “Has anyone seen him?”

“Nah.” Virgil scruffs a hand through his hair. “And, uh, don’t tell him I said this, but I’m kinda worried.”

Remus shuffles. “Me too.”

In the corner, Roman sits up a bit. He looks down at the paper in his lap. “No, no, no, this is wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen. I—I’m not…”

He swallows. 

“…this isn’t what I scripted.”

Then Janus stands up and turns, seeing Roman’s head jerk up in surprise. He smiles softly. “There you are, sweetie.”

“No, no, no, no—“

He holds out his hand and Roman scrambles back. He raises an eyebrow. “Am I going to have to catch you?”

“Cut,” Roman mumbles as Janus starts to walk slowly toward him, “cut! That’s enough, draw the curtain, cut!”

Janus reaches out and gently wraps his arms around him. “Gotcha.”

“No—what—how—“

Janus just holds him as Roman starts to push at his chest and shoulders, growing more and more frantic. 

“No—this is wrong, you shouldn’t be—I shouldn’t be—“

“Why not, Roman?” Roman’s eyes snap to Logan. “Why shouldn’t you be comforted?”

Roman swallows. “Because—because—“

When he can’t finish the sentence, Logan raises an eyebrow and comes closer. “That doesn’t seem like a good reason.”

It’s gentle, barely even a chide, but Roman flinches as though Logan struck him. 

“Of course we’re here for you, Princey,” Virgil mumbles, “you’re…y’know, important.”

“Of course you’re important, kiddo,” Patton says even as Roman starts to mutter denials, “and it’s our fault if you don’t believe it.”

“No—no, no, this is—this is—“

“Janny, let him go.”

“What? Remus, I—“

“Let him go.” Remus gives him a nod. “Trust me.”

Janus’s chest clenches but he does as bid, carefully releasing his grip on Roman who stumbles away, falling to the floor and scooting backward. 

He doesn’t get far. 

Remus pounces on him, flattening them both to the ground as Roman yelps in surprise. He isn’t able to struggle away as Remus glares down at him. 

“...Re?”

“Hey, Roro,” Remus mutters, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“…no?”

He huffs. “At least you’re honest about it.”

When Roman flinches, hard, he gentles, leaning down to rest their foreheads together. 

“Roro, why’re you being all sad by yourself? Why aren’t you letting us help you?”

“Because the real you never would,” Roman snaps, “okay? I’m…I’m just preparing for it.”

“What do you mean, the ‘real me?’”

“The version of you that exists outside the Imagination. The version of you who isn’t here right now.”

“Those are two different things, Roro.”

The moment realization crosses Roman’s face, the walls shudder. “…you’re really here?”

“Not just me,” Remus says as gently as he can. 

“You…you’re all…”

“I told you,” Janus says softly, “I told you they’d want to help.”

“Why—how—“

In response, Remus just holds up his wrist. 

“…Thomas in a funk again?”

“Mhm. Which means we’ve got time for you.”

“…do I get a say in this?”

“No,” Remus says sweetly, “you just get to be hugged.”

Before Roman can ask exactly what that means, there’s an exuberant pile of Patton on top of him as Remus flops onto his back. Virgil chuckles and there’s weight over his legs, keeping him there on the floor. He looks up at Logan who ruffles his hair and smiles, smiles at him. 

“Hello, little one,” he murmurs, “you’ve been keeping secrets, haven’t you?’

There’s no condemnation in Logan’s voice but he tears up all the same. 

“Shh, shh, sweetie,” Janus says, taking one of Roman’s hands, “it’s alright now.”

“I don’t understand—I don’t—I don’t under—understand.”

“Well,” Logan says softly, “you are suffering from years of emotional neglect and are having trouble asking and receiving support. We are currently attempting to support you as you deal with that, and as physical touch is a primary way that you allow yourself to be comforted, we are obliging.”

Janus hums and there are other various noises of agreement. 

“…but why?”

“Because you deserve to be comforted,” Janus murmurs, “and to be helped if you’re hurt.”

…but I don’t believe you. 

“That’s okay. We’ll be here until you do.”

——————

The lies don’t go away. Not quickly, not slowly. They get rarer and rarer, but they never disappear entirely. 

But that’s alright. The brain is a muscle, it has reflexes just like every other one. If it learns something young, or it learns it enough times, it will come to rely on those pathways whenever it is disturbed. It doesn’t make it wrong, it doesn’t make it bad, it doesn’t make it stupid. 

As with most things, the first thought is often what is taught. Something ingrained. Something learned. 

The second thought is what determines you. 

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