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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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GUARD DOWN

cw: atsumu gets his wisdom teeth out and is annoying, brief mentions of pain medication, surgery, mouth wounds, etc

Atsumu is far heavier than he looks, which—given the fact that he’s built to be a 6 foot olympic athlete—is already decently heavy.

After anxiously entertaining yourself in the waiting room for an entire forty-two dreadful minutes, one of the assistants had alerted you that your boyfriend had finally come to and that his wisdom teeth removal went as smoothly as it possibly could’ve gone.

The news has your body swelling with relief, though you can’t help but bite your tongue at the irony of it all. Nothing about Atsumu is smooth—from his boisterous tongue to his calloused palms, your boyfriend is not typically seamless.

From the second was escorted out of the dental chair and reunited with you, he was all exhausted cries and senseless babbles.

The nurses were kind enough to help you wheel his loopy self out to the parking lot, after debriefing you on his healing process and the steps needed to care for his tender wounds.

Reaching the side of your passenger door, you assured them you were capable of putting him in the car yourself, not wanting to inconvenience them with his dazed antics any longer. Good at their job, they kept reassuring you that it was their pleasure, that it’s normal for people to be a bit out of it after their wisdom teeth removal, but Atsumu’s whiny behavior was—for lack of a better word—embarrassing.

With his dead weight slumped on your side and fifteen minutes of complaining down the drain, you somehow managed to wrangle him into the passenger seat of your car.

You secure his seatbelt, before racing to the driver’s side and locking the doors, unsure if he’d try to escape within the few seconds you weren’t by his side.

Which is where he sits now, slumped against the glass of the window with a mouth full of pink gauze. He watches the outlet malls and fast food restaurants you pass on your drive home with intense concentration. You barely hear him through his stuffed mouth, his words are sluggish and mumbled.

“M’hungry,” he carries the last syllable with a whine, “can we get McDonald’s?”

Giving a tight-lipped smile, you softly deny his request, “No.”

He groans like a child being denied a sweet—and for a second, you think he can read your mind as he’s perking up with the sudden inquiry of, “Wait, can we make those cookies later?”

Again, you have to play bad cop and turn down his giddy offer.

“We can’t, no.”

“Lame,” he groans before prodding at the pillowy cotton with his finger. Before you can swat his hand away from the gauze, he continues his accidental interrogation. “I feel drunk, can we get drunk tonight?”

“No—”

“Oh my godddddd,” the complaint growls from the back of his throat, but it’s hard to find it intimidating when it’s muffled and dazed.

He shakes his head with a stubborn attitude, “Do you know any words other than no?”

Your eyes shift momentarily from the red light before you and to the pouting man beside you.

“Atsumu,” you warningly scold.

“See, there you go,” he points a finger. “That’s a good word to know, Atsumu,” his name dances foreign on his tongue, as if it isn't his own. As if he doesn’t hear you say it a thousand different ways every single day. When he’s annoying and sweet and raunchy and tired and everything in between.

Though irritating as ever, his mumblings remind you that he’s still a bit loopy. You take a deep breath, “You can’t drink alcohol, or eat anything solid right now,” you softly remind him.

His face scrunches in genuine confusion, “Why?”

You gesture to his already swelling cheeks, “Because your mouth needs to heal.”

“My mouth?”

“Yeah,” your voice is delicate, grounding, as you try your best to jog his memory, “you got your wisdom teeth out, remember?”

Atsumu’s face instantly drops from confusion to disappointment at your words. A pout pulls at his lips—as much as it can with his numbed tongue and sore jaw.

“Fuck,” he slouches further into the window.

You bite back a grin, “What’s wrong?”

His voice resembles a kicked puppy as he sulks in his own misery. A muffled confession comes out tiny from his chapped lips, “All my wisdom’s gone.”

The streetlight turns green once more and your attention is redirected to the road. You’re about five minutes away from home, maybe eight with the given traffic. Though the ride is minute, there’s no way of knowing how many more waves of emotions Atsumu is willing to sail through.

“Well lucky for you, I have plenty to spare,” you attempt to cheer him up. “And you’ll be back to eating regular stuff in no time, just gotta be patient these next few days.”

“Well, what can I eat?” he slurs his syllables.

“I picked up some soft foods from the store. Pudding, applesauce, mashed potatoes—”

“Ice cream?” he interrupts you, head snapping from the window to your side profile with bright, expecting eyes.

You bite your lip to hide your grin. “Maybe,” you tease, “if you’re nice to me.”

Another groan falls from his lips before his head presses against the cool window for the umpteenth time.

He groans, “M’always nice to ya.”

He’s silent the rest of the way home, saying nothing when you stop at a few more red lights and pass his favorite lake—the one he jogs around on weekend mornings.

You almost think he’s fallen asleep, that is until you’re parked in your driveway and opening his door.

His doe-eyes stare back at you, not tired in the slightest but still foggy with an uncertain aloofness. Through tiny encouraged whispers of arms up and excuse me’s, you work your way around his torso and to his buckle.

He watches you intently through heavy lids as you unlock his seatbelt. He looks like something sits heavy on his tongue, but you know he’s still half exhausted and half high on pain medication, so you decide to let him initiate any small talk, if he pleases.

It slightly surprises you when his hand lands on your shoulder. Looking up from where his thigh keeps his seatbelt strapped in place, you find his eyes suddenly misty.

“Hey,” he softly demands your attention. “Do y’like me?”

His voice is small, uncharacteristically tiny as his lip wobbles with emotion.

Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You cradle his jaw in your hands tenderly, careful not to put too much pressure on the still sensitive area before cooing into his worry.

“Yes, baby. I love you,” you sweetly press a kiss to his nose, then forehead, not wanting to hurt his swollen mouth.

Atsumu’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, “Love?!” he squawks, “Holy shit.”

Your eyebrows raise as you shoot him an amused grin, “Why? Does that surprise you?”

His lips are still slightly pouted as he nods his head. “A little, yeah,” he trails off in embarrassment.

“Why?” you encourage.

He’s quieter now, fiddling with his hands like a small child, “M’annoying sometimes.”

Your heart is filled with an odd combination of heartbreak and admiration all at once. Your lover, still as sensitive as ever, never fails to express his true emotions. He’s always been great at communicating his feelings to you—though it’s rare for said feelings to be one’s of insecurity. He still trusts you with this side of him, even when confused out of his mind.

You find yourself getting teary-eyed as well as you tease him through a sniffle.

“Sometimes,” you nod in agreement. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” you remind him, “and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough, baby.”

Atsumu’s skin instantly brightens with a blush while he tilts his head in pride as if he wasn't just sulking in your hold.

“No, ya do,” he dismisses your tender words with a sleepy grin, “I jus’ like hearing it extra.”

With your hand for support, he slowly swings his body around the passenger seat so his legs dangle out of the car door, shoes scraping against your gravel driveway.

Before you can begin to stand him up, he’s circling back to a prior thought.

“So can we get McDonald’s, now?”

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Monster Mayhem: Little Red Rapscallion

Gender Neutral Reader x Jack Howl Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: 'Dear Evil, Overlord, Patron. Please stop sicking your demon guard dog on me. I'm only trying to help. Kind Regards, Little Red Ridinghood'

A/N: Thank you so much to @insideous-beez for the brain rot, which became brain fertilizer, and eventually a functional story; This one is a bit darker than the other installments due to the Warlock/Evil Deity goodness, so there is a bit more horror here!

[PART 1]

Your grandmother had always told you to mind your manners when it came to the creatures who made the forest their home.

Or, well. That was a lie. Many lies, really. If you wanted to be nitpicky.

Firstly, the old crone who lived deep within the borough of the cursed trees wasn’t actually your grandmother. At least, not in the biological sense that seemed to matter most within your little, provincial, town. She was just a kindly, wrinkled, turnip of a woman who found you wandering the mudflats one day and decided she liked your spunk and general lack of self-awareness. She patted your head, served you strange, bubbling, teas laced with sweet magics, and always returned you to your fretful parents by sundown. And so, she was Grandma. Even if calling her that aloud made your parents go nearly green and had the local shopkeepers crossing themselves and spritzing you with Holy Water.

Secondly, Grandma had never told you to keep to your manners. Usually, she encouraged the opposite. (‘Why not curse them, huh?’ she’d complain loudly. ‘They’re thieving bastards, the lot of them.’ ‘Grandma,’ you’d sigh. ‘The street cleaners are just doing their job. They didn’t mean to steal your dead racoons.’) The idea of her demanding you act ‘proper’ and ‘kind’ was damn near laughable. But what she did enforce upon you with all the firmness of a world-weary teacher was the concept of not fucking with that which ought not be fucked with.

And the sprawling, Shaftland Forest was not to be fucked with.

It had always been a great, creeping, thing. The trees would groan and whisper as you passed, and when their sharp branches tangled in your cloak like grasping fingers, it never felt like an accident. The animals that lived beneath those trees were even stranger—wild, large, beasts with glinting eyes and an arcane mysticism about them that left icicles in their tracks even on summer days, or tangled the undergrowth into something that moved.

The people of your village did not enter the Shaftland Forests. They put up signs, and wards, and spun cautionary tales to every traveler who dared step even a single foot into their teeny, terrified, homestead.

You visited regularly. Because you were half-stupid at least, and because Grandma lived in those woods. And while she’d cautioned you about treating her habitat with care, she’d promised ages ago that so long as you were sweet to the forest, it would forever be sweet on you too.

‘There is a great power in these trees,’ she’d hum to you, as she stirred a simmering pot that looked to be filled with the blood of… something you probably shouldn’t think too hard about. ‘You would have been a lovely gift for it, you know.’ She laughed under her breath. It didn’t sound like a joke. ‘But you were too precious to ruin like that. So he decided we ought to keep you.’

You had no idea who ‘he’ was supposed to be, but you always made sure to shower the forest with compliments. As thanks for not using you as whatever being a, uhm, lovely gift entailed. ‘Oh what nice leaves you have,’ you told many a tree. ‘And what large petals have bloomed today,’ to all the flowers. You’d always been safe in these woods—sheltered beneath a bubble of golden affection and the soft scents of the richest perfumes. The forest always welcomed you with open branches and the coo of creaking bark.

Which is why the twisty field of black thorns blocking your usual pathway gave you pause.

You reached out a finger and prodded one of the sharp points. It bit into your skin with the clear intention of drawing blood, before swaying away at the last moment to twine loosely around your wrist.

Huh. How peculiar.

“May I pass?” you asked the thorns.

The shivering web of ebony tightened along the path and you frowned.

“May I pass, please?” you tried again.

The briar patch seemed to heave with a gusty, angry, sigh. You were about to reach forward and try your luck one more time when a deep, rumbling, snarl curled out from the shadows beyond. Out of the sea of roiling darkness and dainty thorns strode a great, white, wolf. It bared its teeth at you in an expression that was entirely unpleasant.

Immediately you held up your hands in placation and took a wide step backwards. The wolf just kept growling at you like you’d murdered its entire family or something else equally egregious. It skulked forward soundlessly, ears pinned flat.

“My apologies,” you said, dipping your chin in a gentle bow. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I’m just trying to use this path to—”

The wolf lunged at you with a near roar, and you just barely managed to roll out of the way with a shriek. The thing landed hard in the dirt where you’d just been not a moment prior, and it swung its great, fanged, maw in your direction.

“Apologies, old one,” you tried again, just as Grandma had taught you. “But I really just—”

The wolf snapped, nearly taking off your fingers, and you folded over like a turtle that had been upended on its back—rolling around helplessly with your limbs flailing wildly as you went. The sharp crack of your head against the ground left your brain rattling around like dried beans in a can, and you could taste the copper sting where you’d bitten down into your tongue. The failed cartwheel had set you back a solid fifteen feet from the wood’s edge, and the wolf huffed at you—a stupidly pointed ‘stay away’ if you’d ever seen one. It glared at you with glowing, golden, eyes for a long moment before melting back into the shadows.

You spat out the cocktail of mud and blood pooling along your tongue, and wiped angrily at your sore chin. The forest had never denied you before. So maybe it wasn’t your lovely, lonely, trees that were sending you away. Maybe it was just this stupid wolf. Maybe the beast was trying to make a stand—to usurp the role of whatever spirit had ruled over this dark land for so long now. You grumbled and made your way back to your feet. It was fine. Your forest was strong. It would never lose to such a stupidly fluffy opponent. You’d just have to try again tomorrow.

The next day you armed yourself with a small arsenal of goodies. Daggers, ropes, armloads of talismans, and kindling, and rations. You hoisted your bow across your back and carefully plucked at the soft fletching of the arrows. The feathers buzzed beneath your fingers, and after a moment of uneasy hesitance, you cautiously replaced the weapon where it hung over your bed. Grandma had never liked the idea of you carrying weapons in the forest (‘it invites troublemakers’ she’d warned), but if something really had gone wrong in her woods, then it was better to worry about asking forgiveness than permission. And surely you could argue for a dagger. The bow… With its weighted arcana and strange, dissonant, strength felt like something dangerous.

So you apologized to the rippling thorns before cutting them back with swift, precise, strokes of your blade and starting down that familiar path to Grandma’s cottage.

You made it about fifty yards before one of your talismans began to ping worryingly. The tingling thrum along your side was just enough of a warning to keep you from being mauled outright.

The White Wolf lunged from between the trees and you skittered out of the way of its attack. For such a huge creature, it was so silent. And its gleaming, downy, coat should have more than given away its position in the gloom. There must have been some kind of magic to it—something old, and ancient, that let the beast slip through the darkness unseen.

The Wolf situated itself firmly in the center of the path, hackles raised and shoulders hunched like it was readying itself to pounce.

“I need to get through,” you told it, firm, and raised one of the Protective talismans. After a heavy moment you scowled and bit out, “Please.”

The Wolf snarled and propelled itself forward. It latched its overlarge teeth in the fabric of your red cloak and quickly began to drag you to the ground. You frantically flailed about, and just managed to avoid those glinting fangs enough to thrust the talisman up into the beast’s ribs with a heavy smack. The charm lit with a brilliant, amethyst, gleam and sparks shot through the air. You let out a triumphant, ‘ah HA!’ And then all that magic fizzled out like a dying candle. You gaped in horror as the ‘one hundred percent foolproof, don’t you worry about that child’ Protective talisman fluttered to the ground like a discarded bit of newspaper.

“Oh, shit,” you croaked, as your cloak was shredded between the wolf’s canines with a horribly shrill wriiiiiip.

You sprinted like a bat out of Hell, tearing through the undergrowth and only just managing to collapse beyond the border of the tree line before the wolf could snap its jaws around your ankles. You curled your limbs protectively up beneath you, and watched through a veil of cold sweat as it paced along the foliage—leaving no tracks in its wake.

Fine, you thought bitterly. Two can play at this game.

The next morning you walked North, beyond the only safe paths you knew. Carefully, you began to scuttle your way up the nearest, gnarled, tree. The bark groaned and rattled beneath your fingers, as if disquieted. But there were no trails of white fur yet darting about the underbrush, so you offered the tree a hasty apology before climbing higher.

From there, it was only a matter of cautiously hopping from branch to branch. Normally when you’d tried ridiculous feats of stupidity like this in the past, the trees seemed more than eager to help you along—practically reaching out with their branches to catch you in their willowy, wooden, fingers. But they seemed stiff today, testy. The leaves themselves seemed to complain as you went, and you shushed them as politely as you could.

There was a sharp bark from beneath you, and you looked down to see the Wolf circling your perch in a frantic, pacing, dance.

“Hello!” you beamed, perfectly, poisonously, pleasant. “Nice to see you too!”

The Wolf sneered, lips curling up into a tight, tense, bow over its fangs.

You leaned forward, keeping a hand securely looped into your roost.

“Aww,” you cooed. “Is it too hard to climb up here with those big, fluffy, paws?” you mocked, wiggling your own fingers contentedly. “Bet someone really wishes they had opposable thumbs, huh?”

And then, like you were being smited by God Himself, the branch beneath your feet cracked clean in half, and you plummeted to the ground bellow with a harrowing screech. Naturally, you landed right at the wolf’s aforementioned stupid, fluffy, paws. Its great head lowered, and you could feel the heat of its breath as it growled into your face.

With a pathetic little ‘eep!’, the talisman tucked into the back of your boot burst into life and you flickered like a janky illusion. You stumbled to your feet a dozen or so yards away, fighting the urge to double over and barf. Slipping through planes was unpleasant at the best of times, let alone when under actual fucking duress.

The Wolf blinked its wide, golden, eyes at the empty space beneath its paws, and then whipped its head in your direction like a blood hound. You pushed yourself upright with the help of the very tree who had betrayed you so thoroughly, and began your hasty retreat.

You crashed through a curtain of thorns and out into the open with a gasp.

You rolled forward like the world’s most inelegant acrobat and came to a skidding halt in the dirt. You sat up with an achy cough, dislodging muck, and rocks, and leaves from your windpipe.

The Wolf prowled behind you—its glare a set of golden pinpricks in the gloom.

“What is your problem?!” you wailed.

The wolf tossed its head, like rolling its eyes wouldn’t have been enough. And snapped at you with another one of those pissy, bitten off, growls.

“You know what?” you seethed, swinging back onto your knees to jab a finger at it accusatorily. “Fuck you!”

The thing had the absolute gall to snort at you before turning to return to its ceaseless patrol.

By the time you hauled yourself back to your family home, you must have looked an absolute mess. No one bothered to stop you when you practically clawed your way up the stairs and into your small bedroom. Though to be fair, no one really bothered to stop you for anything anymore. Not since an old women with too much spare time and not nearly enough light in her eyes had decided that you were a child to be treasured.

You grabbed your bow off the wall and slung it over your back. The sleek, silvery, wood hummed beneath your fingers. It had been a gift, one whose very existence you stalwartly refused to question. The weapon was finer than anything that could have come from your village’s blacksmith, or honestly probably any human craftsman. It was weightless. It was too heavy. It sang in your hands. It was not a token to be bestowed lightly. But… Well. Whoever it had belonged to before, it was yours now.

And you were going to shoot that goddamn Wolf right in the ass.

On the fourth day of your apparent banishment from the Shaftland Forest, you stormed those woods like a would-be conqueror. The silver bow keened beneath your palms, and you held a thin, spiked, arrow knocked and at the ready. Your nemesis found you in no time at all, and you bared your teeth at the stupid, fucking, mutt before it had the chance.

“One last time,” you said, drawing your bow as tight as you could. “Let me pass, beast. Or I will go through you.”

The wolf’s hackles were raised, but the snarl had slipped off its face. It dug its claws into the dirt, and you watched something like surprise work its way across the thing’s regal features. Its golden glare flickered from you, to the bow, and back again, like it couldn’t quite believe what it was seeing.

“I have business in these woods,” you demanded. And then, petulantly—because you just wanted to know that your stupid, devil worshipping, turnip of a grandmother was okay, and you were so fucking fed up with this garbage—you stomped at the ground and shouted, “And I was here first! So scram, you overgrown Pomeranian!”

The Wolf’s ears drooped, and something like a tremor worked its way down its spine. But then the thing was shaking its giant head like it was surfacing from beneath a pool of water, and it straightened its posture with a rumbling growl.

“Fine,” you snapped, and unleased the first arrow. It whizzed past your fingertips with a thready, shrill, fwoom faster than you could track. The booming force of it shocked you enough to have you shooting wide, and you watched that pin-thin arrow hit a tree trunk and sink all the way through to the other side.

The Wolf rushed forward when you went to reload, fur standing on end like you’d run it through with a bolt of lightning. It tackled you bodily to the ground with a yelp, and you wheezed as the air was knocked out of your lungs in one, fell, swoop. The bow tumbled out of your hands and you scrabbled for it wildly. And then the beast lunged for the bright red of your hood, as it seemed so keen to do in each of your past scuffles. But maybe it was done playing with you. Or maybe it just wasn’t expecting you to flail around so terribly. Because its garish fangs bore down past the soft, billowy, fabric of your cloak and tore straight into the meat of your arm instead.

You gasped and weren’t entirely able to swallow down the sharp shriek of pain that bubbled up and out of your throat. The wolf reared back in shock, its mouth stained red. It immediately ducked back in close, and then away, and then in again. Like it wasn’t sure what to do. The stalwart resolve from earlier was gone—replaced entirely by a bumbling sort of panic that had your head swimming more than the blood loss.

You tucked your arm in close, feeling the tattered remains of shredded fabric curling beneath new, warm, wetness. The Wolf cautiously nosed forward, but when you flinched it reared back like you’d struck it. The beast stepped pointedly away, and then began to pace frantically back and forth. Occasionally it would stop, like it was going to move in close again. But then its pointy ears would press stiff and flat atop its head and it would skulk away all over again.

Whatever, you seethed silently, jerkily ruffling through your bag for some of the Healing talismans you knew were tucked away at the bottom. If the monster felt some kind of weird guilt for taking a chomp out of you when it’d already been doings its damndest to maul you for the past four days straight, that was its problem.

It was taking you longer to unearth the talismans than you would have liked, and your hand was really starting to shake in earnest. The Wolf whined high and miserable in its throat, and you rationally decided that it would be a terrible, petty, idea to waste what little composure you had left just to tell it to fuck right off.

The horrid mess of crimson had begun to seep its way along your skin—dripping down your wrist to plop against the damp, mossy, earth with an echoing plip plip plip that was not unlike the fall of slow, fat, spring rain. The air around you seemed to grow heavier with it—the trees swaying at their roots and the dark, shriveled, flowers straining against their stems to get a taste. The Wolf’s golden gaze flicked around the grove cautiously, and you watched its black nose twitch in obvious discomfort. You swore you could see hands—dozens, hundreds of inky appendages reaching out from the shadows. Fingers twisting up into claws like they meant to grab onto you and dig in, never letting go. The Wolf settled itself at your back like a brick wall, snarling doggedly at the wispy talons. The beast was so large it practically enveloped the entirety of you, and you had to fight the delirious, dizzy, urge to lean back into its impractically soft fur.

“Hey! Are you alright over there?”

Both you and the Wolf jolted in surprise as a group of adventurers plowed their way through the trees. The Wolf’s already distressed expression twisted into something nearly manic and it roared—putting all those ferocious teeth on display.

“Woah!” one of them yelped, crashing to a halt and dragging their friends to a stop beside them. “What the fuck?!”

The others all looked equally startled, hands settling heavily on their weapons. And while right now Mister Wolfy wasn’t outright nomming on you or your limbs, there was a still a steady stream of blood trailing from the wound near your shoulder—a set of very obvious teeth marks sitting stark and red against the rest of you.

“We heard a scream,” another spoke up. Then, pointedly raising the sharp edge of his sword, asked, “Is this your companion, Ranger?”

‘Ranger?’ you blinked, confused, before remembering the bow still sitting in the dirt by your feet. Before you could respond, the Wolf lurched forward over your shoulder. It didn’t leave you—didn’t stray from its steadfast position at your hind—but it pushed its gaping, angry, maw as close to the group as it could. The trio reeled back as the monster snapped, and snarled, and nearly vibrated out of its skin with rage. But… no. Something wasn’t quite right. As viciously angry as all that harsh barking sounded, there was something very, very disquieting about it. Something strained, something afraid.

The one with his sword raised stepped forward, the others moved to follow. And then they were gone.

You blinked, shocked silly. There had been people there—not a second before. You were sure of it. What the fuck was happening?—

And then there was a discordant scream from somewhere deeper in the woods. Distant, but close. Like there were arcane tricks distorting the way of the world. Keeping you separate from the horrible, grinding, shrieking noises while… whatever was happening carried on—not a dozen yards away. Cloaked in shadows and rotten, violet, petals like how a parent might gently close a curtain around a child’s bed at night. You watched in half-awe, half-horror as seeping, purple, miasma leached from the trees and into the air. It chased the intruders with vicious intent. You could feel the sharp, dark, heat of it prickling along your skin, but when that swirl of near-black enchantments made its way to you, it slipped past you like smoke—leaving only a faint trace of awful, coppery, perfume against your clothes.

“Why couldn’t you just stay away?” a deep, miserable, voice echoed in your head, and you jerked around in shock to see the Wolf staring at you with heavy, gold eyes.

“Did… Are you…” you trailed off, swallowing. Not sure how to even begin asking what you wanted to ask.

The Wolf sighed, bone deep and weary.

“I tried so hard to keep everyone away,” its voice rumbled in the back of your mind. “Why did you have to be so stubborn?”

“This is my forest, too,” you said after a long moment, fingers digging into the dusty material of your pants. “What’s wrong with it? What happened?”

The Wolf stared at you, quiet and considering. And then it lumbered to its feet with a defeated sort of slouch.

“Come, then, Little Red One,” it huffed, and swished its tail against your back. “I’ll show you.”

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 years

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ROTTMNT Headcanons:

Every single person in New York knows who the turtles are

They know their full names, ages, birthdays, social security numbers

They know everything about them they just don’t care

Because the turtles keep to themselves and keep the city (kind of) safe they pretend like they can't see them

But anytime there's a fight they think “the boys (and April) are at it again” and then they avoid that area like the plague

The boys (and April) share most of their stuff (i.e., clothes comic books, and action figures) with some small exceptions

So, it’s not uncommon to hear someone yell “who took my sweatshirt! Come on guys you know that’s my favorite”

Or the occasional “are you wearing my shirt in that photo when did you even borrow it?”

April had a stash of the boy's sweatshirts that she’s been “meaning to give back” for 6 months now

Leo has given up hope on ever getting his 4town t-shirt back (if you think the boys didn’t watch Turning Red, you're lying to yourself)

April has a Disney+ account that they all use because Donnie said “if you can steal my tech to impress your girlfriend, I get to watch Treasure Planet as much as I want”

And then the boys complained and said April was playing favorites

And now they all have the password

Every single Wednesday they sit down and have a movie marathon

To keep the peace Raph made these rules “two boxes of pizza per person, one bucket of popcorn per person, and everyone gets to choose one movie”

Those rules fly out the window the second he conks out

Mikey’s movie always has to go first because he usually falls asleep within the first 30 minutes of the marathon

Raph has to go next because he usually passes out after Mikey, they make fun of him for it every night

Depending on how busy her week has been April will either fall asleep before or after the twins but she usually puts up a good fight (mostly cause she’s scared Leo will draw on her face)

Leo and Donnie always compete to see who can stay up the longest and again it usually depends on what kind of week they’ve had

Donnie is used to staying up late working on his tech but if his week was stressful, he can't make it past the fourth movie

And Leo is the resident insomniac who can't go to sleep unless he’s bone tired or medicated

Honestly most nights they don’t know who went to sleep first because they pass out within seconds of each other

They both claim they won and everyone else calls in the tie

Leo April and Donnie all secretly get together on Tuesdays and have a movie night of their own

They find the worst movies at the bottom of the bargain bin and watch every single one

Donnie spends the night picking the movies apart while April and Leo laugh their asses off

Honestly, Donnie would have stopped coming to this meetup months ago because these movies are so damn frustrating to him

But it’s nice to see April and Leo so relaxed so he watches the shitty movies they’ve picked

Fridays are set aside for April and Raph to just relax they play soothing music put on face masks and just talk about anything and everything

Saturdays are always Mikey and April days and they do a whole bunch of things sometimes they go to the mall, or they spend the day baking a cake, or painting

And sometimes during the really stressful weeks, they just sit next to each other and rest

And Sundays are April's alone days no one gets to text her or call her unless the city is falling apart

The boys used to feel bad because they thought their friend was tired of being around them

But then April kindly reminded them that she is an introvert at heart and even though her brothers are her people if she doesn’t get some alone time to recharge, she will have a mental breakdown

Donnie pointed out that April probably wouldn’t want to leave the house on these days so the boys decided that every Sunday they would deliver her favorite games, snacks, and drinks on Donnie’s drone

The first time they did it April almost cried (who’s she kidding she bawled like a baby) and gave them the biggest hugs on Monday

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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angst hehehe ANGST!! How would the ROs react to accidentally hurting the MC? (this could be because of a psychic attack, illusion making them think the MC is someone else, etc?)

Koda: He’d feel absolutely awful. He’s so much bigger than you, while he’s aware you can take care of yourself, the simple fact that he laid his hands on you? Illusion or not? It’d cause him to wilt and he’d do everything he could to ensure that you knew he’d never harm you intentionally, that he’d do anything in his power to make it up to you. For being a bear shifter, he does an excellent impression of a kicked puppy.

Scarlett: All the angst with this one… Her actions would trigger some deep rooted things within her mind, things that she’s tried to avoid for a long time, and bring them to the forefront of her mind. She wouldn’t be able to look at you, after ensuring you were safe and protected as much as you could be, and would avoid being alone with you at all costs. Flinching whenever you within arms reach of her— she’d feel awful because you were the one that’s supposed to be scared of her, you were the one that’s supposed to be avoiding her, and she hates that she’s running from you when all she wants to be is closer, but she can’t be. Not when she doesn’t trust herself anymore near you. You were supposed to be the one person, the one being, she’d never harm.

Cyrus/Cyra: Given the fact that they’re a fire entity, they’d be completely horrified. They could have killed you, could have destroyed ever semblance of peace they’ve ever known, and they wouldn’t have even realized it until it was too late. They’d be stuck in a loop within their mind, thinking of all the things that they could have done to be better prepared. All the things that could have negated what they’ve done to you. They’d give you as much of the tears as you’d need, even if it’d push them past the point of exhaustion. As long as you were okay, as long as they could help you in anyway, it’d be well worth the physical toll it takes on their body. After all, they had hurt you. What does it matter what happens to them while they make sure it gets better for you?

Quinn: They’d be completely desolate. Their wolf wilted entirely inside of them. They’re the protector, they’re the defender, and they’ve failed you spectacularly. A sullen look on them doesn’t look good, but it’d be hard to make their attitude lighten up. Not when they’ve hurt their chosen mate, when they could have killed you. You’d be getting a lot of apology gifts, very short visits from their wolf, as it’d have to come to terms with things too, and just generally trying their best to make it up to you. They know it wasn’t them, that they’d never harm a single hair on your head if they were in their right mind, but that doesn’t negate the guilt that makes its home within their chest.

Caden: They’d be back to their flustered/fidgety mess. Would ensure that you had anything you could ever want and/or need. Nothing would be too great for them to procure for you. Not when they’ve done such a heinous act to themself. They probably wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye for a few days after the fact, not being willing to see the potential look you might have in your eyes, but they’d stay steadfastly by your side. Even if the room got s smidge colder every time they settled within it.

Sloane: They’d be a mess. It’s honestly one of their fears to lose control and hurt someone they care for. Knowing that it could happen to even you? Their potential mate? It’d put a huge roadblock between their reconciliation with their wolf… Not that their wolf would truly complain about it because it’d accept the punishment accordingly. You’d see them turn a lot more sullen, snapping at more people, never you, and generally having a darkened expression etched across their face. One that softens for you when they look in your direction, but you’d notice it’d immediately fall away once they turn from you.

Blake: They wouldn’t be able to believe it at first. Them, hurting you? Thats completely preposterous. They’d never do such a thing. But then vignettes of their actions, when they didn’t have control, would begin to flash through their mind, foggy like it’s a bad dream. Once Blake realizes what they did? They honestly wouldn’t know what to do with themself… Wouldn’t know how to make it better. How the hell could they hurt you? Regardless of the fact that they were being mind controlled. How could they truly call themself your best friend, your significant other, and do something like that to you? It’d make their heart hurt, pain echoing through their body, but they’d do their best to be there for you. To prove to you that you didn’t make a mistake in choosing them.

Reginald/Regina: They’d honestly be surprised. Not in a gloating sort of way that they were able to somehow hurt a vampire… They’d just honestly be gobsmacked. Would probably sum it up to you simply not wanting to hurt them in return… They’d apologize to you, ask you what you needed, and try to make your wishes a reality. Would want to make sure that you were during okay— telling you random stories to distract you, or varying puns/bad jokes to keep your mind off of things (which also helps them too). They wouldn’t act like nothing happened, but they also wouldn’t force you to talk about it either. They’d follow your lead on this.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #angst

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Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic... CW: Cunnilingus, vaginal fingering and sex, squirting, something that might be watersports idk I'm not looking at that too closely

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Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic. However, Eddie really couldn’t complain about having two of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his life, and he could smell either pancakes or waffles being made.

He was pretty sure he was in love.

With a grunt, Eddie pushed himself up off the bed, blushing at how slick he was between his cheeks. “Just how much lube did Steve put in the syringe last night?” he grumbled to himself as he grabbed his boxers off the floor and shuffled over to the bathroom.

The two dildos that Steve used on him the night before were on the counter drying, and looking at them in the morning while he was sore and still leaking apparently just deepened his blush. He thought the second cock was much smaller than the first, but honestly, now that his brain wasn’t flooded with hormones demanding he be fucked within an inch of his life he realized that any difference in their sizes was negligible.

How was that for post-nut clarity?

“Who leaves them on the bathroom counter like that?” Eddie complained as his ears grew warm with his blush.

Turning his attention away from them, he worked on cleaning himself up a bit. There was a towel and a washcloth set out on the edge of the tub which seemed like an invitation for Eddie to shower. And honestly, a shower sounded divine.

Deciding to be quick so he didn’t miss out on whatever food Steve was making, Eddie tied his hair up in a bun and hopped into the shower. If he washed his hair, he would be in there all day, and he didn’t want to overstay his welcome like that. Yes, he was pretty sure he had some of Steve’s slick in his hair from when the man sat on his face, but he could deal with that at home.

Once he was done in the shower, Eddie felt a lot better. Still very sore, but at least he wasn’t sticky, or in some places crusty anymore. Seriously, he was going to have to lay down some ground rules about not being fucked until he passes out unless Steve cleaned him up really well after.

Leaving his hair up, Eddie put his boxers on and limped out to the kitchen to see what Steve was making. He was not prepared for the sight that was waiting for him.

Steve was standing at his counter, his back to Eddie as he hummed along with the song coming from a speaker on top of the fridge. His hair was still a wild mess, as if he didn’t even try to tame it when he got up, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a dark blue apron. There was nothing covering the tanned, freckled expanse of Steve’s back other than the strings tied around his waist and the Barbie tattoo Eddie put on his shoulder blade.

Eddie wanted to taste every single one of Steve’s freckles and moles.

With a low sound, Eddie stepped close behind Steve and placed his hands on his waist before winding his arms around him. When Eddie rested his chin on Steve’s shoulder, he could see that the man was smirking down at the waffle iron.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Steve teased, and Eddie narrowed his eyes, dipping his mouth to bite his shoulder lightly. “Hey! Quit it,” Steve laughed, reaching back to dig his fingers into Eddie’s side, immediately finding a tickle spot.

With a squawk, Eddie went to jump away from that hand, then hissed at the soreness in his lower back and ass.

“You okay, babe?” Steve asked softly, taking the waffles out of the waffle iron before turning around in Eddie’s arms.

His expression was impossibly gentle in a way that made Eddie’s stomach squirm. The front of the apron had the words ‘kiss the cook’ embroidered—messily and crookedly—across the chest, and Eddie couldn’t deny an order like that if he wanted to.

“Was it too much?” Steve asked when Eddie pulled back, and now his face looked guilty, unsure, or worse, ashamed. That expression after the last twelve or so hours looked wrong on Steve, but Eddie could tell there was something deeper there.

“No!” Eddie quickly said, shaking his head with a little laugh. “No, not too much, it was perfect. It was a lot but not—just not used to being fucked that much.”

Steve smirked at that a bit before raising a hand to cup Eddie’s cheek. “Sounds like something that should be fixed, huh?” he hummed teasingly, tilting his lips up for a slow kiss. “I’m happy to volunteer my services, of course.”

Eddie laughed against Steve’s mouth before pressing close for more sweet kisses. “I bet you are, big boy,” he said after a bit, sighing a bit dreamily as he added, “You’ve got quite the collection of accessories.”

“That’s what I said, remember?” Steve teased, and Eddie nodded with a grin.

“Steve, that line of yours has haunted me,” he admitted before letting out a dramatic groan. “Knowing exactly the sort of accessories you’ve got isn’t going to make that any less of a problem.”

Steve just smirked, tipping his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze. “I think I like the idea of you thinking about my cocks,” he teased, and Eddie felt heat beginning to pool south.

Jesus, he had been fucked, thoroughly so, twice in the last twenty-four hours and he was still somehow getting horny again? What did Steve Harrington do to him?

Then Eddie thought about the night before, the half-awake romp and how, to his embarrassment, he had pretty much passed right out after Steve somehow fucked another orgasm out of him. Eddie hadn’t even returned the favour, which went against everything he stood for as a partner.

That—partner—had Eddie stopping his thoughts in their tracks, because ‘partner’ sounded a bit heavy without discussing that with Steve.

As if sensing the direction Eddie’s thoughts had veered, Steve got an adorably shy expression on his face, and he glanced away. “I wanted to talk about this,” Steve started, pointing back and forth between their chests. “About us. Before we kept going or whatever.”

Eddie’s stomach dropped a bit, suddenly terrified that Steve could tell just how much Eddie was into him even without the sex. The sex was going to make Eddie’s feelings even more unbearable, but he figured it was worth it.

“I’m happy with casual,” Eddie blurted with a half-shrug, and the lie was made very obvious with the way his voice broke just a bit. “If that’s what you wanted, I mean.”

Steve was looking at him again with that bitchy, judgmental look that was, unfortunately, irrevocably tied to Eddie’s boner as he discovered right that second in the middle of Steve’s kitchen. When Eddie moved to discreetly tip his hips back, Steve just reeled him in tighter with a knowing eyebrow raise.

“You think I did all that last night just for casual hook-ups with you, Eds?” Steve asked, and Eddie could tell it was a genuine question, but his tone had a delicious edge of condescension to it that was really doing something for Eddie.

“I don’t know, did you?” Eddie asked with a shrug, trying to play it off as teasing. He felt like he was mostly successful in doing that, but Steve just frowned at him. With a huff, Eddie said, “Seriously, Steve, I don’t really have people lining up to actually date me, so I kinda need it spelled out.”

Steve was still frowning at him, but there was an amused quirk of his lips. “Other people are idiots, then. But Eddie, I need you to know something,” he said, his expression turning incredibly serious as he leaned in closer to Eddie’s face. “I’ve been trying so hard to date you for months.”

Eddie couldn’t help the stunned, disbelieving giggle that tumbled out of his throat at that, shaking his head. “No way,” he said, and Steve just rolled his eyes affectionately.

“I’ve been trying to ask you out since that one-shot I played with your club, Eds,” Steve insisted. “Couldn’t seem to get you alone though.”

“You could’ve called me, or texted me,” Eddie insisted, thinking back over the months and how he avoided being alone around Steve because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying something inappropriate.

“I don’t ask people out over text, dude,” Steve said, making a face at the suggestion. Then he sighed and pulled Eddie in tighter against his front. “Seriously, I would like to date you, Eddie, and I would also like to use every single one of my cocks on you eventually.”

Eddie blushed, both at the heartfelt intimacy and the filthy images Steve’s words brought up. “Even the boring ones?” Eddie asked, blushing darker at Steve’s grin.

“None of them are boring with the way I use them, Eds,” Steve practically purred as he coaxed Eddie into a hungry kiss.

It didn’t take long for them to lose themselves to the kiss, groaning into each other’s mouths as Eddie rocked his half-hard cock against Steve. Eddie let Steve take control of the kiss, melting against him as Steve’s hands slid up under Eddie’s shirt, spreading his fingers across the bare skin of Eddie’s back.

Rutting his hips forward against Steve again, Eddie remembered the night before, how he felt about not reciprocating, and how it appeared that Steve was his partner now, so he didn’t have to shy away from that.

Steve pulled away just a bit, barely putting an inch of distance between their lips, and said a bit breathlessly, “We should eat some breakfast.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie agreed, and part of him definitely wanted to eat the waffles Steve had prepared. But Eddie was thinking about something else he would like to get his mouth on. It was just his luck that Steve loosened his hold on Eddie, probably to let him go sit down at the table.

With a quiet hum, Eddie hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Steve’s boxer briefs, sliding them down as he got to his knees at Steve’s feet. Steve was still wearing the apron, still covered up and hidden from Eddie’s hungry gaze, but it was still so perfect.

“Eds, what’re you doing?” Steve asked, even as one of his hands found itself tangled in the messy bun Eddie had put his hair into.

“Choosing my breakfast,” Eddie said cheekily, lifting his hands to hike the apron up. The moment Eddie’s eyes landed hungrily on the thick patch of dark hair between Steve’s thighs, he let out a soft sound and kissed Steve’s hips.

Letting out a soft, contented sound wrapped around a laugh, Steve spread his legs a bit and hooked a knee over Eddie’s shoulder, reeling him in. “Well, eat up, sweetheart,” Steve practically purred, and Eddie didn’t have to be told twice.

The groan that left Eddie as his lips wrapped around Steve’s dick was low and heavy, his tongue sweeping over it before he sucked happily. Eddie figured Steve had gotten cleaned up at some point after getting up, but he could remember the way Steve had tasted the night before. The salt of his slick mixing with that of his sweat, the smell of Steve’s arousal as he rode Eddie’s face. The memory of it was enough to have Eddie whimpering and pressing closer, desperate for that taste again.

Above him, Steve was moaning his praises, one hand cradling Eddie’s head while the other held the apron up so he could watch. Looking up through his lashes, Eddie whined at the heavy, hot stare that was waiting for him, hazel eyes half-lidded and dark. Preening a bit under Steve’s gaze, Eddie doubled his efforts, messily licking into his dripping cunt. Steve was so wet already, the obscene noises Eddie’s mouth made as he sucked and licked at his dick loud in the small kitchen.

Something in Eddie fucking preened at the way Steve’s eyes crossed at a particularly clever combination of teeth and suction on his dick, and Eddie chased that reaction. Within a handful of seconds, Steve held Eddie’s head still by his grip on his hair and was rutting against his mouth. All Eddie could do was try to suck his dick while Steve literally fucked his face, or he could flex his tongue and give the man something to properly grind against.

“Fuck, close, baby,” Steve moaned, his heel digging into the center of Eddie’s back as he tried to haul him in closer. That was an impossible task short of somehow crawling inside Steve’s skin. Then he was pushing at Eddie’s hands where they were holding Steve’s thighs in a grip that would likely leave bruises, and said, “Give me your fingers.”

Sobbing against Steve at the order, Eddie immediately pressed two of his fingers inside Steve’s hot, wet cunt, wasting no time before fucking them in and out. If the sound of his tongue and lips against Steve’s entrance was obscene, the way his cunt squelched around Eddie’s fingers was pornographic. With a low whimper, Eddie crooked his fingers against Steve’s g-spot, his eyes fluttering back at the near scream Steve let out.

Now, that was a sound Eddie wanted to hear more of.

With single-minded purpose, Eddie worked Steve’s g-spot relentlessly, massaging it roughly as he sucked and licked and bit at Steve’s dick. Steve’s perfect, muscular, hairy leg tightened around Eddie’s shoulder and back, his pussy clenching tighter and tighter around his fingers in a way that had Eddie wishing it was his cock nestled inside.

“O-oh, fuck, Eds, gonna come!” Steve warned, his breathing punctuated by high-pitched whimpers and his eyes wide, almost panicked as Eddie intensified his attention on his g-spot. Crying out, Steve pulled at Eddie’s hair, gasping, “Eds, I’m gonna—fuck—”

Smirking against Steve’s dick, Eddie had a feeling he knew exactly what Steve was trying to warn him about, especially with how frantic his warnings got with each new swipe and press at his sweet spot. When Steve looked down at him again, Eddie let out a shivering moan and shuffled forward so he was kneeling even more beneath him, tilting his head further back. Opening his mouth, Eddie stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and just held it against the smooth, slick skin between Steve’s dick and the wet heat of his cunt.

Eddie saw the exact moment Steve realized what he was doing, and it was almost like that was the final straw for him. Steve’s entire body shuddered with the beginnings of his release, his abs bunching up as he let out a low groan. Eddie hit Steve’s g-spot a final time, cutting off Steve’s breath with a strangled scream, and then a hot gush washed over Eddie’s tongue, and chin, and down his throat and chest. It was so fucking filthy, the way he was wearing Steve’s water, a small pool of it sitting in his mouth before Eddie audibly swallowed it down.

With a desperately hungry whine, Eddie didn’t relent with his attentions, starving for more of that, of Steve coming undone and the hot gush of his release splashing against his tongue and skin.

“Eds, st—I’m gonna fall,” Steve gasped out, and sure enough the leg he was still supporting himself on was beginning to shake. “I actually—holy fuck, I need to put my leg down now.”

With a pleased hum, Eddie lifted Steve’s leg off of his shoulder and placed his foot on the floor. With a start, he realized there was… not quite a puddle, but more than just a few drops of Steve’s water on the floor. Taking that in, Eddie realized just how wet his front was. His cock was hard and straining against the lap of his boxers, a big wet patch around the head of it showing just how hot it all made him.

When he looked back up at Steve, he froze under the heat of the gaze directed at him. It was heavy, hungry, wholly demanding. Eddie blushed hotly at the intensity, realizing just how fucking messy he was, face shiny and slick with Steve’s spend, throat and chest wet with his water. Surely, Eddie’s hair was messed up from Steve’s hands in it and he was pretty sure Steve’s gush got in it as well.

Eddie would absolutely have to shower properly before he got on public transit back home.

“Get your cock out,” Steve blurted, his breath quickening, and his eyes widened when Eddie immediately lifted up onto his knees just enough to push his boxers down. Once he was seated back onto his knees, Eddie went to touch himself, but Steve let out a soft sound. “Wait.”

“Stevie, I’m so hard I’m about to fucking cry,” Eddie whined, and yet he still dropped his hands into his lap, palms up as he blinked up at Steve.

There was no real reason for Eddie to listen to him or do as he was told, and he knew that Steve probably wouldn’t just make him stop in the middle of his kitchen. And yet, there Eddie was, kneeling with his cock out, boxers bunched down around his knees, hands laying ineffectually across his bare thighs while he waited for Steve.

Nostrils flaring, Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I wanna ride you,” Steve said thickly, meeting Eddie’s eyes the same moment Eddie shuddered. Smirking lightly, Steve carefully got to his knees and scooted forward until he was straddling Eddie’s thighs. “Want you to come inside me, really make a mess of my cunt.”

Eddie shook at that, the wet drag of Steve’s bush on his bare skin filling his head was just full of heat. “We don’t have to worry—?”

“Nope, tubes are tied,” Steve said, leaning close and hovering his mouth over Eddie’s lips. “Been tested recently?”

“Yeah, for my certification,” Eddie blurted, blushing hotly. All he had to say was “yes,” why did he have to bring up his fucking shop. “I haven’t been fucking anyone, but I have to—for the shop, y’know? It’s not—”

“Eds,” Steve interrupted, as he lifted up higher on his knees, cunt hanging above Eddie’s weeping cock. Eddie closed his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, and he could feel his blush crawling down his chest. “Do you want me to ride you?”

“Yes,” Eddie practically squeaked out. Holy fuck, he was determined to embarrass himself apparently.

Steve smirked as he lowered the wet slit of his cunt to rub against the head of Eddie’s cock. “Do you want to come inside me, baby?” Steve asked, voice almost mockingly sweet as he took just the head of Eddie’s cock inside his cunt.

“Oh, fuck, yes, please Stevie, I wanna come inside you,” Eddie whined before he choked on a punched-out moan when Steve sat down, taking the full length of Eddie’s cock into his hot cunt.

The pace from there was frantic, with Steve bouncing in Eddie’s lap, hard and fast, leaning back to get his cock at the right angle for his g-spot. They were loud, with Steve’s low groans and Eddie’s whimpering pleas, and Eddie wanted to feel Steve come. He needed it more than he needed air at that point.

Reaching down to play with Steve’s dick, Eddie made a noise of frustration when his hand was blocked by the apron. Steve had let it drop in favour of bracing one hand on Eddie’s knee, and the other one above his head and hanging onto the counter, using that as leverage to lift himself up and drop back down, hard and fast and desperate. Looking down between them, Eddie couldn’t deny that the apron added something, the way he could hear the wet, squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of Steve’s pussy, could see wet spots beginning to form where it was being splashed from beneath.

Eddie could’ve watched the lap of that apron all day, but he had a dick to get his fingers on.

Reaching behind Steve, he untied the strings at his waist and then just spun the apron around, so it hung down his back like a fucking cape. Seeing Steve naked in the warm morning daylight, sun-kissed and sex-flushed, was nearly enough to do Eddie in, especially when he looked down and watched the way his dick disappeared with every heavy drop of Steve’s hips.

“C’mon, Eds, touch my dick,” Steve pressed when all Eddie did was stare. Swallowing thickly, Eddie looked up at Steve with wide eyes, whimpering at the smirk that was twitching at the corner of his lips. With a sinful roll of his hips, Steve tipped his head back with a loud cry. “Make me come, sweetheart.”

Immediately, Eddie’s knuckles framed Steve’s dick and started tugging it, working it with quick, frantic little motions that had the man above him jolting and letting exultant cries spill from his throat. The wet heat around Eddie clenched on the next bounce and then the slick walls spasmed, seemingly pulling Eddie’s cock when Steve lifted himself a final time. Steve dropped onto Eddie’s cock with a guttural sound, grinding down onto his lap as he came, eyes rolled back in his head as he shook.

Steve was still catching his breath when he lifted himself up a bit and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. Sloppily kissing Eddie while he panted, Steve shuddered with each twitch of his pussy around Eddie’s cock.

“Fuck me, Eds,” Steve mumbled against Eddie’s open mouth, eyes heavy-lidded when he pulled back. “Want you to hold me tight and take what you need, hard and fast. ‘Til I fucking shatter.”

Again, Eddie did not have to be told twice.

Wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist, Eddie held him there and pounded up into his dripping hole. Everything was so wet, droplets splattering his thighs and lower abdomen as Eddie fucked Steve, his own orgasm surging forward and pulling the coil tighter in his gut. Distantly, he was aware that he was still incredibly sore from the night before, and he would likely have to take it very easy for the rest of his weekend, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop now. Not when he was so close, and Steve was writhing on his dick and crying out, babbling about being close again.

With a desperate whine, Eddie grabbed the back of Steve’s head and pulled him into a messy kiss that was mostly just teeth clacking together as they panted into each other’s mouths. Eddie whimpered, loud and keening against Steve’s tongue as the man shoved it into his mouth, his balls drawing up tight and his stomach bunching as he reached the edge, so close to tumbling right over it.

When his thrusts grew erratic, Steve sighed. “C’mon, baby, give it to me. Come inside me,” he breathed and Eddie was done for.

The sound that was torn from Eddie’s throat was raw and shattered, muffled by Steve’s mouth and tongue as his cum painted the walls of the man’s cunt. His hips stuttered against Steve in short jolts, the wet slap of Eddie’s lap against him driving Eddie absolutely insane with lust, even as his cock began to soften, and the pleasure became sharp.

With a broken sound, Steve came again and dropped heavily into Eddie’s lap, pressing him back onto his heels and grinding onto Eddie’s half-hard cock while his pussy clenched and rippled around it.

Finally, they were both done, just riding out the aftershocks as they lazily kissed each other. Well, “kiss” was a bit of an ambitious word for it. They were doing a lot of brushing of lips while they tried to catch their breath, their tongues touching each other lightly in the air between them. As their breathing slowed, Eddie started to pull away to look up at him, and then Steve poked the tip of his tongue up one of Eddie’s nostrils.

The delicate, soft moment shattered with their laughter as Eddie wrenched back, pressing the back of his hand against his nose with a grimace.

“What the hell, man, what kind of animal sticks his tongue up a guy’s nose?” Eddie complained.

“Oh, so that hole is off limits?” Steve asked with a shit-eating grin, his expression unreasonably pleased when Eddie blushed.

“Yes, freak,” Eddie said with a bright laugh, wrapping his arms tightly around Steve and pulling him into a searching kiss.

And if they spent the next ten minutes making out on the floor of Steve’s kitchen, cum and slick drying between them and the waffles Steve made long-forgotten on the counter, that was just fine. Perfect even as far as Eddie was concerned.

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#steddie #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #transmasculine steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #gerry writes #TransmascSteve.#GoodBoyEddie.

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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੭ु⁾💌 ex!husband toji x reader : running into him at the supermarket

୭ A/N : you can find the other episode of this series here ! I'd be glad to receive your prompts or ideas for ex-husband toji :)

୭ infos : bestie gojo, possessive toji but he's being a sweetheart too because it's you<3, CUSSING, female reader, hints as to why Toji and reader divorced x

୭ inspired by @mari-the-bimbo 's concept

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

Gojo often made fun of your close-to-death state after your divorce with Toji. He refused to leave you alone and you noticed he tried to take advantage of your celibate sometimes. Today, he insisted on joining you to get the groceries because "you never buy my favorites biscuits and when I come over, I crave them like crazy Y/N, how can you be such a bad friend to me :(" Satoru whined to you EVERY TIME he stayed at your flat. As a gentleman, he was pushing the cart and had an arm wrapped around your waist -- which you scolded him about earlier but Gojo being Gojo just did not care and even tightened the grip he had on you. "OH MY GOD LOOK Y/N THEY MAKE LITTLE TEDDY BEAR SHAPED COOKIES. I'm paying for those but we are bringing them home, sweetheart" Gojo yells in the biscuits alley, "You're such a child Satoru" you smile, "but fine take them". He thanks you by kissing your forehead, still not letting go off his arm around your waist. "Thank you princess" he says smirking.

" “Princess”? Huh, never miss an occasion to flirt with Y/N, right ? Pathetic. You don't waste time, do you Gojo ? " a familiar voice calls out from afar. You both turn around at the same time and witness your ex-husband. "Aww, the single daddy’s here to complain about his miserable single life, how sad” Satoru mocks in his signature arrogant tone. ”She doesn't want you, Satoru Gojo, when will you get that ?" he says, grinning. "And do you really think Y/N wouldn't want me ?! As far as I know, you divorced her and you're not the one by her side every day, are you ? She doesn't love you anymore, move on Fushiguro" he smirks at your ex-husband. "I think Y/N has a mouth of her own Gojo. How are you doing love, you okay ?" Toji asks stepping towards you. Gojo puts his second arm in front of you to mark a limit so that Toji would not touch you. "Fuck off, she does not love you anymore okay ?! She's with me now" Gojo sternly scolds.

"Are you now, Y/N " Toji asked with a puzzled look, "I- I'm not with Satoru. I'm single." you timidly mutter. Gojo's smirk drops instantly. "That's what I thought. Come with me, love, I'll bring you home" he says, reaching out an arm - which Gojo quickly tries to put down by hitting it with his forearm. "Get. Away. From her.'' He looks straight into Toji's eyes. "If you don't move this arm away from Y/N within the next 3 seconds, I'll chop it off and shove it into your a$$ until I can pull your eye out with your own fingers." Toji threatens as he grasped and bruised Gojo's forearm. " 'Toru, it's fine, I swear." you grab his arm and lower it while smiling at him. "Y/N, you're fu*king mad.", "He's not dangerous 'toru chill, he's just my ex" you say calmly. Oh, you really did try to resist his mesmerizing green eyes looking right into your soul. But you loved him, and he knew that - along with Gojo. Your heart desired to take his hand again, to feel him again and who were you to deny your own desires ? You took his hand and the sudden touch ignited sparkles within your body, is that how they describe the soulmates' touch ? It does not matter now anyways, all that matters is that Toji is with you.

As the galant man he is, Toji holds his car door open for you. You sit in the passenger seat as he directs himself towards the driver's. As soon as you both are buckled up, he puts his hand on your thigh and rubs soft circles on it. You try your hardest to keep your composure, but he knew your weaknesses and he loved playing with them. The unknowing paths he was taking let you know that he was bringing you to his house, the one he bought after the divorce. You start to think back to your encounter earlier and you could not help but think "did I do the right thing ?". As if on cue, your phone rang and displayed a goofy picture of Gojo who was calling you for the 26th time. "It was Gojo, isn't it ?" Toji asks, "it doesn't matter Toji, I'll call him back later", "I bet he'll give you a lecture : "oH mY gOd Y/n, HoW dArE yOu ChOoSe ThAt AsShOlE iNsTeAd Of MeEeEE?" and then he would start crying dramatically" he says, chuckling. Your smiley faces meet as you both laugh. Toji turns his head first to park in his alley and swiftly approaches the door on your side to open it for you. The smile you offer him is gratefully returned.

He guides you towards his front door with an arm behind your back and lets you into his home. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll make your favourite for dinner" Toji says, motioning to his couch. "DAAAAD YOU'RE HOME I MISSED YOU", of course that was Megumi. You see him wrap his small arms around his dad's leg, causing the latter to smile. Toji lifts Megumi into his arms and turns towards you. "Look who's here little runt", "Y/NNNNN" Megumi yells as he notices you and starts moving like a worm in his father's arms. He puts him down and Megumi runs towards you. "I MISSED YOU Y/N" you take him into your arms too. "I missed you too 'Gumi" you say, caressing his cheek with your finger. It's impossible for Toji not to remember how things were before you divorced. You three living together, as the picture-perfect family you see in advertisements. While he misses you, he divorced you for a reason, and this reason prevents him from getting back together with you.

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steves-strapcollection · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday/Thursday Accountability Masterpost [part 4 of 4]

"breakfast"

Under a cut because it references some spicy stuff

Eddie didn’t want to say he felt like crap waking up, but he definitely didn’t get the most restful sleep thanks to a horny demon named Steve Harrington, and everything around his tail bone felt a bit tragic. However, Eddie really couldn’t complain about having two of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his life, and he could smell either pancakes or waffles being made.

He was pretty sure he was in love.

How was that for post-nut clarity?

“Who leaves them on the bathroom counter like that?” Eddie complained as his ears grew warm with his blush.

Turning his attention away from worked on cleaning himself up a bit. There was a towel and a washcloth set out on the edge of the tub which seemed like an invitation for Eddie to shower. And honestly, a shower sounded divine.

Deciding to be quick so he didn’t miss out on whatever food Steve was making, Eddie tied his hair up in a bun and hopped into the shower. If he washed his hair, he would be in there all day and he didn’t want to overstay his welcome like that. Yes, he was pretty sure he had some of Steve’s slick in his hair from when the man sat on his face, but he could deal with that at home.

Leaving his hair up, Eddie put his boxers on and limped out to the kitchen to see what Steve was making. He was not prepared for the sight that was waiting for him.

Eddie wanted to taste every single one of Steve’s freckles and moles.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Steve teased and Eddie narrowed his eyes, dipping his mouth to bite his shoulder lightly. “Hey! Quit it,” Steve laughed, reaching back to dig his fingers into Eddie’s side, immediately finding a tickle spot.

With a squawk, Eddie went to jump away from that hand, then hissed at the soreness in his lower back and ass.

“You okay, babe?” Steve asked softly, taking the waffles out of the waffle iron before turning around in Eddie’s arms.

“No!” Eddie quickly said, shaking his head with a little laugh. “No, not too much, it was perfect. It was a lot but not—just not used to being fucked that much.”

Tagging the people who asked for it:

@lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @patchworkgargoyle @legitcookie @hellion-child @xenon-demon @stobinesque @theheadlessphilosopher @nburkhardt @scarcrossdlvrs

Tagging the people who I think would just want to see it:

@steddieas-shegoes @mylilplanet @afewproblems @matchingbatbites @inairbinad @spookednsaucy @starryeyedjanai @sidekick-hero @rugbertgoeshome @spicysix

#wip wednesday accountability #gerry wip

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pumpkzsafeplace · 7 months

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pumpkin talks! ( a week in anon's life) (long post) welcome to a new segmant that will be happening on the pumpkin blog every sunday! ⭐ it had come to my attention that people will beginning to get nervous to babble due to the larger and increasing numbers! so i've decided to do a weekly roud up instead! <3.

i will be answering questions, showing support and giving everyone a single place to get advice and help! and also communicate in the comments! you can still babble away! & claim emojis! i just won't be responding till the end of the week! so without further ado, lets get into this week in the anon's life!

pumpkin's weekly segment! ⭐ - meltdown & the unbelievable support! 🌙

of course i couldn't start the segnment without one of the biggest thing happening being mentioned. i was so terrified to post it, i was in between meltdowns and thought it would come across like i was complaining rather than trying to compromise. honestly the support i recieved after i posted it was so incredibly heart warming, it had me in tears. both me and daddy sat and read every single one- and was overwhelmed with how much support we both have. so thank you so incredibly much, it felt so warming to feel seen not only as pumpkin but as little pumpkin too <3. it felt special feeling how you all claim i make you feel, it was so loving <3.(also the spammer, you put a smile on my face so thank you hehe).

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anon's weekly segment! ⭐ - new followers 🌙

hello new anon's"! welcome to our little positive side of the internet! feel free to babble till your heart is content! no need to be shy or nervous (although i do understand, hehe <3).

the emoji taken list has been updated! so if your chosen emoji wasn't on there- pick a new one and let me know so i could add you to our little family! <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - heading back to school 🌙

there will be a main blog post on tackling agere within school but it was nice to see so many of you have a good first day! and found nice teachers, friends etc.

to those who had bad first days i'm super duper sorry <3, i hope that things change soon! and that school starts to brighten up and you find friends that love anc care for you & treat you like you should be treated! <3. to the anon who got accepted into their new school! congrats! <3. i hope it's a better experience for you then the last! <3. to the anon who was regressing or scared to regress in school, my top tips are to keep things that help ground you on your person at all times. (i.e, headphones, fidgit toys etc). what helped me a lot was promises to regress once i was back home or sometimes just mentally blocking/or forcing it back! to the anon who doesn't like their teacher, i'm sorry to hear about that <3. can't you request a new one for that subject? or is there just one for the whole year. (if so, then you might have to try your best to block them out and don't let their actions ruin your day! <3)

❀•°❀°•❀ - helping an icky feeling cg. 🌙

i have done a main post blog about this -> here! i hope it answers your question & helps out! and i wish them the very very best <3. i know how hard it is to deal with those kind of icky thoughts! i hope they know we're all here for them! <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - regression relisation. 🌙

i have actually noticed that the vast majority of us have been age regressing before we even knew what it was. maybe it's just our minds way of coping with big scary things- i know mine probably did a lot! at least now we know what it is though! & can act on it a lot more knowledgeable and do things to help! <e

❀•°❀°•❀ - help with spelling. 🌙

i did a little googling for you anon! and there is a lot of cool websites that you can use to help with your spelling! maybe you could screenshot your progress & send it to your cg to show them how hard your working! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - disney check ins! 🌙

honestly both me & daddy have been loving the disney check ins! it feels like a vlog of your day but verbalised if that makes sense? we've been sat googling the environments an everything! i'm super glad you've been havign a fun time! it's made daddy want to go to disney now pft! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - struggling with anxiety 🌙

from the looks of it, the vast majority of anon's have been struggling with anxiety lately which sucks i know <3 this has been added for a main blog post but for now, my advice would be to try your best to take control of it in the early stages! notice what sets it off, and try to minimise those sorts of things happening. remember breathing exercises- inhaling for 4 holding for 5 and exhaling for 6, couting sheep or anything in the room, naming one thing your senses can pick up on! all these techniques can help prevent anxiety attacks! i hope it helps honeybees, we're all here to support you!<3

❀•°❀°•❀ - boundaries getting crossed. 🌙

i am so sorry they asked that of you- and i'm so incredibly sorry that it happened when you were small too. i can't imagine how that made you feel afterwards! please remember that you're feelings are completely valid and if anyone crosses your boundaries again- block & report them immediately! <3. we are all here to support you too! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - blood work, vaccines & homework 🌙

well done for being so brave to get blood work done honeybee! honestly you're braver than me <3 i'm usually too terrified pft! i'm also sorry to hear about your home work mishap! mistakes happen- you shouldn't be yelled at for it! <3. we're all human <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - baking anon's. 🌙

i've never had banana muffins before, where they nice? i think i need to broaden my baking options- i usually just stick to cookies and brownies most the time pft! but i'm super proud of you for getting back into a hobby you enjoy! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - diagonised anon. 🌙

to the anon who recently got diagnosed as a neurodivergent but not given another title (i.e autistic etc) please know that you're feelings are completely valid, okay? we are all here to support you. i would suggest to ask for futher testing and state that you want a complete investigation! you deserve to know the true answer medicial diagonsis <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - battling with big emotions 🌙

a lot of anon's are working through big emotions right now (ed thoughts, recovering from scary incidents, fighting through their illness, fighting to see the bright side etc). i just want you to know that although i may feel like you're going through it alone- we are all here supporting you! you are not a burden and will never be! we are here to look after one another so please don't ever appologise for reaching out for a little help. big pumpkin hugs to anyone that needs them! (fair warning though i am only 5ft 2, so it might hurt your back leaning down pft)

❀•°❀°•❀ - new gear! 🌙

to the anon's who bought/got given/or the delivery finally arrived on new gear or fun accessories i'm super glad you're so happy with them! you all deserve to be treated and feel special! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - worrying about mister X. 🌙

for those worried about mister X regarding the fire! don't worry, he's completely safe! <3. he wasn't too close to the fire and his work discharged him before any damage could be done, he did appreciate all the comforting words! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - concert fun! 🌙

i'm so glad you both had fun at the concert! it makes me happy that you had such a blast! & honestly if you don't leave one with sore & tired legs- did you even experience the full concert effect, heheh <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - Mrs.O & gastroscopy news! 🌙

honestly reading about your experences with Mrs.O was so heartwarming! from now on, Mrs.O has the pumpkin's blog's full support for being the kindest doctor ever! i wish we had more like her! <3 & also good luck on the gastroscopy on wednesday! we're all here to support you & i hope your therapist helps a little with the nerves! i'm sorry to ehar about your parents though, i hope they've made up now and the environment is a lot nicer! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - the big caregiver talk. 🌙

telling a parter about agere and asking the big caregiver question will be addressed on a main blog post soon, but in the meantime i would do it when you're both comfortable. plan it out-include factual information so that they have the right idea of us & slowly bring up the cg question when they've digested the information.

don't be upset if they reject it straight away. let them get comfortable with the topic and go at their pace! if they do end up rejecting though- other options are avalibale such as platonic cg's, friends etc.

❀•°❀°•❀ - guilt with depression & cg's 🌙

honeybee, i know how hard depression can be and let me tell you, if you can get help or even words of support then go for it <3. maybe sit and have a conversation with your cg about how you're feeling lately? you could find out what they're comfortable with- how that fits in how your feeling and build up from there <3. you could even have a icky day routine that you could follow every day to help you feel a little better <3. just remember the run is a marathon, not a sprint. you've got this fight i promise! <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - caregiver celebrations! 🌙

ahhh i'm so so happy for you anon! big big big congradulations! & i'm super duper proud of you for regressing in front of your friend too! big big steps! <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - piggy the plushie! 🌙

i hope you're having a good day honey! give piggy a big big cuddle from me please! <3

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- spooky theme 🌙

i might make my profile a little more spookier the closer we get to halloween! but regardng your profile dilemma! either see if anyone has drew your character or edited a spooky picture of them (credited obviously!)- if not, colour code spooky colours to match a profile picture!

❀•°❀°•❀ - humphrey & cotton support! 🌙

thank you so much for your support honeybee! your fight comment made me giggle & i'm glad no one caught on when you regressed in class too! keep safe, and keep being you! <3 (& hopefully you don't randomly regress in school again <3)

❀•°❀°•❀ - problems with agere server. 🌙

i'm sorry that happened honey <3, i understood that you broke a rule but mistakes happen sometimes- they could have addressed it a little bit nicer <3. i hope you're doing okay and feelin a little better! <3. you're feelings are valid i promise <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - appointment waiting list. 🌙

i couldn't believe what i had read when i saw this- holding you off till december, that's so cruel! have they gave you anything to help? techniques to dull the pain a little or something? big big big hugs from all of us okay- we're here to help however we can <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - magnus cuddles. 🌙

tell magnus his cuddles worked & i'm feeling all better now! please give him a big big big hug back from me! & i hope you're doing alright too honeybee <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - king's dominion. 🌙

i hope you have a fanstatic time honeybee! not going to lie- i did have to google it because i had no idea what it was! but now that i do i'm super duper jealous!! <3 i hope this helped a little bit better with talking! don't push yourself though if it's still a little bit nerve racking

❀•°❀°•❀ - non-verbal advice. 🌙

i'm sorry to hear about what you're going through honey <3. a main blog post on tips to help should be up later this week! but for now- one of my favourite things to use when i go non verabl (whether it's little space or havign a meltdow) are AAC apps! they're suited for all ages and usually have a vast majority of phrases on there! the one i use is called Leeloo <3. also hand signals works a lot too! <3

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wishfulflesh · 5 months

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a small dive into the way i think ego works (as someone who’s barely played lobcorp and knows jack shit)

ive always viewed ego as a sort-of tie(?) between the user’s mind and the suit/weapon/gift. this isn’t particularly any humongous discovery, but i have referenced this sort of thing in some of my roleplay threads. example being, “oh, the ego suits bear many different weights.” (@apocalypticangels ; cessair gillispe) ego suits act like a second pair of eyes to the user. any traumatic events they face, any physical damage they retain, any other damage- significant, or not, will be stored within its protective layers. ego suits are the link between body and soul. even if you die, your ego suit can be cleaned up and gifted to the next employee the manager sees fit to wear it. it’s a tragedy, but what are you going to do? complain? get replaced.

i’ve never really thought in depth about ego weapons linking within the user, but i also haven’t really addressed such a thing in my head. ego corrosion usually happens with ego suits and gifts from my knowledge and what i’ve seen, though, i would also expect it to be a plausible occurrence with ego weapons as well. ego weapons most likely would act more as the catalyst for the mind, rather than a holder of the user’s identity within them- like ego gifts and suits. your deepest fears, insecurities, and traumas must all be put aside to do your job. every single trait you have filters into your ego weapon- you’re kind of using your brain matter to fight. in a literal sense.

ego gifts work similarly to ego suits, though i imagine it has more of a deeper tie to the individual. for example, let’s say someone receives the Solemn Lament (funeral of the dead butterflies) ego gift. they must have gotten gifted the accessory in question for a reason. let’s also say, this person tends to bounce from job to job. the gift in question would symbolize their newly-established death pact with the corporation itself. this being has now become a forever-sown asset into lobotomy corporation’s soil. “Even if they do resign, they are doomed to stay here forever.”

building back on the ego gift point, we’ll go over the same person with their gift. some flavor text for funeral of the dead butterflies reads as such:

- “<name> thinks about the end of one’s life.”

- “Returning to whence one came in one piece is now a miracle that will never happen.”

- “The huge coffin isn’t nearly enough to substitute the hundreds of undug graves.”

- “The employees cannot return from whence they came, and have no choice but to endlessly repeat the day.”

when gifted the solemn lament ego, this is the flavor text that even gets you there in the first place. the employee working with the abnormality (supposedly) observes these qualities and experiences these thoughts, which could very much contribute to ego corrosion with their new gift. merry christmas! ego corrosion! either way, the ego is the keyhole for the soul.

i cut so much content from this out of fear ill probably revise this tomorrow and repost this with the whole rwnt im just testing the waters for now i think. please leave your input in the notes because i have other aspects of lobocrp i have my own way of thinking about

#reading from mine scriptures || writing #lobotomy corporation #lobcorp #lobotomy corporation ego #funeral of the dead butterflies #(mentioned)#this is more of a psychological standpoint on the ego thing but we ball #praying someone takes me seriously with this post instead of killing me #bcywithluv #mysoren

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itsactuallywhitewolf · 2 years

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I know you did a tom boy!reader headcanon, but could you do something on the flip side like a hyper femme reader with marc spector + steven grant. Like maybe she's kinda a bimbo but strong and can protect herself.

I had so many thoughts about this after writing the headcanon about the tomboy!reader, too! I'm so glad you asked, now here's a whole list of how I think Steven/Marc/Jake would be like with a femme!reader

I already mentioned in the other ask that Marc would most likely be a little overwhelmed by a femme significant other

not because of how you are as a person, no, he loves you, you were amazing, his light in the darkness, but more because you own so. many. things. (yes, we'll go with material gurl energy😌💅🏻)

Steven's apartment was already cramped enough and when you moved in, well, let's say there wasn't much space left...

clothes, accesoires, make up, shoes, bags, and so much more stuff poor Marc couldn't keep up with

if you'd ask him where a certain object is the man would simply stop working because he for the god of love doesn't know where anything is, let alone his own stuff

but he LOVES how you are somehow so organized within all the mess? if you know what i mean?

he'd love how you'd dress up for dates, your outfit and makeup on point every single time

"Y/N, are you ready? We're gonna be late!" - And when you'd step out of the bathroom after finishing you hair and makeup, looking all dolled, up his jaw would just drop to the floor

in that moment he'd rather like to cancel date night and just pull you into the bedroom with him

he's such a simp for you

but not as much as Stephen would be

oh Stephen

that man would WORSHIP THE EARTH YOU WALKED ON OKAY?

once he even asked Khonshu if he was able to change the weather only so he could see you wearing one of you pretty sundresses

he would watch you put on mascara and would be awestruck

if you'd scratch his head with your freshly manicured nails and he would nearly have a stroke

and if you'd ever come home from a shopping spree and show him the new set of lingerie you bought that day he'd simply pass away on the spot

i'm not saying that Stephen would prefer a femme! significant other, but the man's just fascinated by everything feminine and loves when you do it

one of the things he'd love most is when you would wear one of those silk nightgowns to bed, legs bare and soft against his skin

poor Stevie would have a hard time containing himself around you

you are the most beautiful person he'd ever met, kind hearted and sweet, and a soul of pure sunshine, he still wonders how on earth you ended up with him

he'd do anything for you, he's just down that bad for you

and then there was Jake

Jake fucking Lockley

okay so listen

you'd think Jake would be annoyed by all that feminine stuff and so on

but the man is just a different kind of breed

out of all the three he would be the one that loved you being a hyper femme the most

he adored it

you put on a new perfume? he would be glued onto you, inhaling your scent and kissing your neck for hours

he would even paint your nails, sometimes even putting some nail polish on his own

he would take you out to the fanciest places, treating you like royalty

to him, you were more than a million dollars

Jake brought out the more elegant but also more sexy part in you

if Jake saw you wearing high heel stilettos, he'd go feral, urging you to the closest place where you'd have some sort of privacy to show you what you do to him

and you couldn't complain, to be honest

all three of them would love you and your femme side, not ever complaining about it or so, they accepted you the way you are and love all parts of you, be it from the outside or the inside🤍

y'all can send in more thoughts/ asks/ headcanons if you want!

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keerysquinn · 2 years

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Golden Hour

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Inspired by this fanart by @divine-draws - a lazy, sleepy morning for Steve and Eddie

CW/TW: n/a, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 1K

Author's Note: requested by @thefreakymunson <3

Light shone through the blinds that Steve had neglected to close the night before bathing his room in the soft glow of the early morning light. As he slowly came to, he was made aware of the arm wrapped around him. He had gone to sleep with Eddie snuggled up to him as the little spoon, but at some point in the middle of the night, the metalhead had rolled over and buried his face in his chest. Not that Steve was complaining about it. He’d never complain about being close to Eddie.

If you had told King Steve that one day he’d be falling for the freak of Hawkins High, he would have told you that you were crazy. Then again, he would have said the same thing if you’d told him that the Upside Down existed, and yet, both things were true.

After the “earthquake,” Steve’s parents had decided that they were moving out of Hawkins for good. They left the house for Steve only because they knew they’d lose money trying to sell it. He didn’t exactly love the house. It had always felt so empty and lonely to him. But, they’d needed a place to hide Eddie during his recovery while he was waiting for them to find a way to clear his name. Steve’s big, empty house seemed like the perfect place, and Eddie’s presence made the house seem a little less lonely.

Somewhere between helping to nurse Eddie back to health and the government pinning the murders on Victor Creel, their harmless flirting had grown into actual feelings and self-discovery, and even when it was safe for Eddie to move out, neither of them wanted it to happen.

They still kept seperate bedrooms for the moments where they wanted some privacy, but they spent most nights together. Sometimes, it was for more carnal desires, but other nights like the night before were for comfort. Just knowing that there was someone else there made sleeping easier, and Steve had far fewer nightmares when he was holding Eddie in his arms.

Steve had slept through the night without a single nightmare, so he was in a particularly good mood that morning. He tightened his grip and pulled Eddie a little closer as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. This was his favorite place. Outside of his house, he couldn’t be as affectionate with Eddie as he wanted to be. He couldn’t put a label on whatever it was they were or show him off the way he would have with any of the girls he’d dated in the past. But safe within the four walls of his bedroom, he could show Eddie just how much he truly meant to him with the single soothing motion of his fingers gently tracing up and down his back.

“Too early,” Eddie groaned as he snuggled deeper into Steve’s chest. “Go back to sleep.”

“You say that every morning.”

“And every morning, I’m right.”

This was the game they played most days. Eddie complained about being woken up to see just how much affection he could weasel out of Steve, and Steve was happy to give it. They had both been so touch-starved before their relationship started that every lingering touch left them reeling. Now, it took a little bit more to get each other worked up, and each touch was more meaningful. Steve could show that he loved Eddie without having to say the words that he was so afraid to put out there.

“Do you really want to go back to sleep?” Steve asked. The hand that was rubbing Eddie’s back moved upwards to tangle into his hair as he started to massage the back of his head. “Because I think you’d much rather stay awake with me.”

Where Steve hated anyone touching his hair, Eddie was the exact opposite. All Steve had to do was wrap one of Eddie’s curls around his finger, and the man was putty in his hands. When Steve was feeling especially nice like he was that morning, he’d thread his fingers through Eddie’s hair and take his time gently scratching at his scalp. It was pure bliss, and Steve relished in the look that always graced Eddie’s face at the touch.

“You sure about that?” Eddie replied with a contented sigh. “Because you know how relaxing I find this. I could fall back asleep at any moment.”

“Maybe I just think you deserve a little extra affection.”

“Maybe I’ll let you give it to me.”

Eddie adjusted the way that he was laying against Steve so that he could rest his chin on the other man’s chest and look up at him.

“You’re too far away,” Steve pouted as he circled his arms around Eddie.

“I am quite literally laying on top of you. I couldn’t be closer if I tried.”

“I can’t reach your lips from there.”

“Why should I kiss you? You won’t let me sleep,” Eddie teased. He was only prolonging the inevitable. He couldn’t resist when Steve got needy. Partially because there were times where he found it hard to believe that any of this was real. Times where he couldn’t fathom that he was actually in Steve’s bed or that he was wanted there. Needed even. So his wandering hands and kisses kept him physically in the moment. Helped him to believe that the affection was real and wasn’t disappearing anytime soon.

“How about this? You come up here and give me a real kiss, and we can sleep for at least another hour,” Steve suggested.

“Two hours?”

“Okay. Two hours.”

“That I can agree to.”

Eddie shuffled his way up to capture Steve’s lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away almost too quickly before rolling Steve over slightly to be his little spoon.

“Such a tease,” Steve laughed. “That was barely a kiss.”

Eddie playfully bit Steve’s shoulder as he draped his arm over Steve’s waist, their legs tangling together instantly.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Eddie promised. “In two hours. After I sleep.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

And so the two fell back asleep wrapped up in each other’s embrace feeling the love between them even without having to say the words.

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dumbgothbunny · 2 years

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Dollhouse

Part 5

Series Masterlist

A/N: please read TWs on the Masterlist page before reading!

You’re eyes flutter open then next morning, only to be greeted to an unfamiliar face. A woman is setting your food tray on your table. She smiles, introduces herself, and explains she’ll be taking over your care for the next couple of days. What the hell? When Blues vist time comes you’re sitting on your bed, pretending to read. In all honestly you’d been furiously glaring at the clock for three hours. You’re not sure what makes you feel worse, the anger that he’s ditched you or the utter rejection you feel because he’s not here. Dinner comes and goes, still no Blue.

A week. That’s how long he’s been away from you. You’re angry. Hurt. Your eyes sting with tears every night. Another lady is overseeing your care, she’s nice enough, you don’t bother to remember her name. You’re too depressed. If she notices she doesn’t care. In fact, she’s not said a single word to you besides an introduction. You also notice that when she brings your medicines it’s the three little pills your psychiatrist had prescribed you. No birth control. It’s not like you’d been taking it anyway. She doesn’t care to even watch you take them, just turns and leaves once you’ve taken the cup in your hands.

Your escorts to the restroom and shower are quiet. She waits outside for you, giving you your space as any person with actual human decency would. You can’t complain, it gives you time to sneak a few whiffs of the conditioner Blue had left with you. Still. Your heart feels like it’s been torn in two. You want him here with you, holding you- washing you. You’ve finished the novel he’d brought you on day two of his absence. When you’d asked the female about him, she pushed her glasses up and sneered “he took a vacation. That fuckin shit.” And left it at that.

The realization he’d purposefully put this distance between you hurt far worse than anything else. There hadn’t been something keeping him from you. Just himself. On night five you try to escape, you don’t get far though, the woman who’d been taking care of you in Blues absence has you pinned and thrown back into your room within seconds. There’s no more art time. No more reading. Nothing. You’re just here. Truly, utterly, alone.

On the seventh day you’re practically stir crazy, your anxiety making it hard for you to relax. Your mind is racing, digging up the most unpleasant memories from your past. How you were never good enough, never smart enough, never pretty enough, even though your teachers always said you were the brightest. You made the best grades, your friends swore you were One of the prettiest girls they’d ever seen, which you highly doubted, but your parents? Your parents were never satisfied. Maybe that’s why you’d been so eager to take things fast, landing you here.

Your chest clenches as you move about, humming the tune of one of the songs you’d used to enjoy listening to before Lennox. You’re thankful the security guard outside of your room never looked in on you, or they’d think you really were bonkers, twirling and dancing and humming. You’re so entranced in what you’re doing, wiggling your hips a little or stepping to the side and twirling in a mock- ballerina pose, that you don’t feel the set of eyes on you through the window of your door, watching the plump curve of your ass as you sway, still in your sleeping gown. He can’t hear what you’re mouthing through the door, but you appear to be singing as you step along the tiles. It’s cute.

Blues mouth tugs into a smile. He hated being away from you, but it was much needed clarity for him. The admission to himself that what had started as a exciting way to pass time had quickly morphed into an obsession. He’d really fucked himself over on this one, but when you’d told him you’d loved him- and his cock was buried deep inside of you, it’d been a shock to his entire system. He’d been a coward, he’d put in for a vacation claiming to have a family emergency, but honestly he needed to regroup. Everything was fine now, he was composed.

“So hold me tight~ Hold me tight or don’t~”

His arms are crossed over his chest a softer pair of sheets and an almost shaggy, more plush blanket stacked atop them, a smirk tugging at his lips as you continue to two-step and twirl- finally coming to face him. You squeak, cheeks instantly going crimson at the realization that he’d been there for some time. He’d heard you singing and dancing. Thats down right embarrassing. The shame is quickly forgotten, replaced by white-hot anger, and then confusion.

“Blue….?”

He lets everything in his arms fall to floor, taking long strides over to stand directly in front of you. You want to punch him- to cry and yell and throw something at him- but you don’t. You just stand there. Staring at him. Glaring.

Oh my, his absence seems to have brought about a lack of respect. His jaw ticks, but any feeling of annoyance is soon forgotten when your eyes begin to shimmer with unshed tears.

“Why did you do that”

Your voice is a hoarse rasp, your fingers coming to grip tightly at his jacket lapels. The fabric is soft in your grasp. So soft that you want to bury your face in it. In him.

“Crybaby I -“

“NO.”

It’s not a loud shout, but rather a firm hiss. The usual sweet shrill of your voice masked by the threat of sobs brewing in your chest.

“You don’t get to come in here after a week and “crybaby” me with those big puppy eyes and sad little frown”

To say he was shocked would be in understatement. He’d thought this behavior had been fucked out of you- apparently you hadn’t lost your fight. Just another reason on the long list of why Blue Jones craved you. Even when you gave into him he wasn’t bored.

“Now wait a second-“

His tone is firm, demanding your compliance, but your grip on him tightens, your forehead pressing into his chest.

“Why would you make me feel these things for you and then just abandon me?”

Oh. Oh. His arms instantly wrap around your hips, pulling you fully against him. Despite your best efforts you sigh, any anger quickly doused by his scent and touch. You settled against him on instinct alone, craving him.

“Crybaby….I’m sorry”

You don’t mean to gasp, truly. But his apology was not the response you’d have ever expected from him. Not Blue Jones.

“I… I had to step away for a small bit. Just to clear my head. I…”

His hands stroke up your arms now, over your shoulders and up your neck. You tense when his thumbs ghost over your throat, but they don’t linger. Instead he rests them against your cheeks, his sparkling eyes drooping as if he’s truly remorseful.

“I’m here. I won’t leave you again. I promise.”

It wasn’t a lie. He refused to let you know just how much power you held over him. On his days off he spent his time researching, reading through all your medical files, it was quite easy to find almost everything out about you. Your parents were obviously part of some extremist Christian cult, but other than that you were pretty normal. Good grades in school, a lot of extracurricular activities and achievements. Almost too many. Your parents no doubt worked you like a fucking dog. Their perfect little show pony. It was disgusting. Prom Queen twice. How impressive. And when asked your teachers all had nothing but amazing things to say. Still, it was unsettling. Blue knew no teenager could deal with that much pressure. How had you handled it all?

“P…Promise?”

He isn’t even angry that’d you’d asked him to promise again.

“Cross my heart.”

You tuck your head into his neck, inhaling sharply and letting his scent drowned out all of your senses. Blues wide palms are back on your hips, groaping and caressing through your medical issued nightdress. Your hands press against his chest, rubbing circles against the fabric of his shirt absentmindedly.

“I heard you tried to run again.”

There’s nothing menacing about his tone but you immediately tense. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, fingertips brushing the nape in a teasing manner. You gulp audibly.

“You…. You left me here. I…. I couldn’t take it without you”

Fat tears roll down your cheeks, your lips quivering as you press yourself forward, finally sealing your lips against his. Blue instantly melts against you, one arm against your lower back to press you into him. Your mouth opens, the tip of your tongue barley poking past his lips. Blue opens his mouth, his eyes glazing over as you take the lead, gingerly pushing him back to your bed. There’s no complaints when you hike your dress up and crawl over his hips. Blues jaw drops as you settle over his half hard crotch. This boldness- this need to take charge- it wasn’t a bad look for you. In fact he’d say he quite liked the way you looked down at him, your hair framing your face as your hips ever so slightly roll against his pants.

“Crybaby-! Fuck….”

The growl of his voice sends shivers down your spine. His hands slowly sweep across your thighs only stopping to grip the soft, plush flesh of your sides and grind you down onto his hardening erection. Your back arches, head lulling to the side as your lips part. You look like goddess- a mentally insane one- but a goddess still. He knows you don’t belong here. A caged bird with clipped wings. Blue wraps his arms around your back, using all of his strength to push you down on top of him- your chest in his face. With you firmly against him, Blue caresses from your lower back over the fleshy mounds of your ass. He massages the supple skin, moving your lower half against his leg with each squeeze. Your back arches, body pressing against his touch. You steady your arms against his chest, palms pressing over the hard muscle. Your panties are absolutely soaked, juices oozing through the flimsy fabric and soaking his bottoms. Blue can feel it through his scrubs, the cool wetness of his pants clinging to his hardening cock. The tips of his fingers dig into your bare skin, blunt nails biting deliciously against you. With a soft sigh you rock yourself toward, lifting your hips far enough off him to allow one hand access down his waistband. Blue hisses, bucking himself against your gentle caress, his teeth and tongue are sucking against your sternum. You pull him from his pants, already fully hard and leaking. You don’t bother to push his pants all the way down. You don’t have time for that right now. Instead you lean forward even more, positioning him to slot perfectly against your drooling entrance. He grunts, closing his eyes momentarily to bask in the feeling of his head slipping between your folds, teasing at your opening. Your hips dip down, but only enough to bring the first inch of his head into your body. You mewl, repeating the action; teasing yourself on his twitching cock. Blue arches his neck, casting a glance up over his head, your bodies are perfectly mirrored in the window behind your headboard, giving him a decent enough view.

“Crybaby fuckin put it in. Shit please-! Please baby.. don’t..”

His soft praising suddenly turns into a growl- the feeling vibrating his chest and going straight to your core.

“Fucking.”

A firm hand has now gripped the back of your head, pushing you closer to his face. This change in position has your ass straight in the air, presenting yourself to anyone who happens to peek through the door window.

“Tease.”

You whine- it’s possibly the sweetest, most erotic noise Blue Jones has ever heard. And then you’re sinking down onto him, your lips falling apart in a silent moan. He feels every inch of you as if you’re lowering on him in slow motion. Your muscles adjust to his size on instinct, sucking him in as if your body wishes to never let him go again. He hums in satisfaction, glassy eyes watching as you begin to ride him in earnest.your breasts bounce directly against his cheeks, his lips mouthing at the soft flesh as he watches your reflection. You look good- sitting on his cock and quietly whimpering as you rise and lower your hips against him. He’s splitting you open so deliciously, pleasure causing you to clench as his blunt head forces itself up into your cervix. Each hit burns with an intense pleasure that has you squeaking. Blue’s chuckle morphs into a moan- it’s low and rough, rattling you to the core.

“M-My baby…. my Baby Blue”

Your voice is a broken sob just above a whisper, pleasure strangling your voice. He twitches inside you, his plush lips opening as another moan escapes him. His chest is hammering rapidly, his cheeks flushed.

“F-fuck say it again”

He’s gotten handsy as you rock against him, palms gripping and tugging at any flesh he can.

“My Baby Blue~”

His nostrils flair, body nimble as he moves, spinning you around on his cock and pushing himself up on his knees. You fall to the mattress with an “oof” your head dizzy from all the sudden movements. Blue doesn’t wait for you to recover- he begins thrusting into your sopping cunt from behind, bending his body completely over your own.

“That’s right Crybaby. Only you can ever call me that. Fucking moan it while I cum in you”

His thrusts quicken, the pace and force behind his movements enough to cause the cheap metal frame of your head to bang against the wall. If Blue is worried about it he doesn’t show it, instead he takes your shoulders against each palm, pushing them down with all of his weight onto the bed. You gasp, turning your head to the side to keep from being smothered. You’re chanting his name- or the name he’s ordered you to call him- over and over, voice soft and sweet. Your stomach is tensing, muscles contracting around him as he rubs against a particularly pleasant spot. You pur for him, earning you a soft pat on the ass.

“My Crybaby likes that spot eh?”

You don’t even get to reply, he’s grinding himself against it over and over, knocking the wind right out of you. Pleasure overcomes you quickly, your eyes crossing and vision going blurry.

“F-Fuck. I fuckin hope it takes- Crybaby. I fuckin hope I knock you up”

The pleasure you feel is so overwhelming, his admission only adding fuel to the fire. Your insides feel like molten lava- the warm liquid gushing from between your legs tricking down your thighs and onto the sheets.

How pleasant, his little Crybaby thought it was hot he wanted to breed her.

Maybe he would, in time. Blue lightens the pressure on your back, his thrusts slowing into a sensual grind of his hips. You’re still panting and trying to get your vision to focus when he cums in you, stalling for a long moment before pulling out. Blue clears his throat, running a hand down your ass and spreading one of your plump cheeks to admire his handy work.

He tuts, a finger collecting a large trail of cum which had been starting to trickle out of you.

“Gotta keep it all in that greedy little pussy, isn’t that right baby?”

You nod, gasping as he pushes everything back inside of your still-clenching hole.

“Say it”

Your lips tremble as you work out the words.

“G-gotta keep… gotta keep all of you in my greedy little pussy. Thank you B-Blue”

The lazy, blissed out smile you give him confirms that it’s not just because you wanted to obey him, but because you liked it.

“That’s my girl…”

He pulls you up and against his chest, placing soft kisses against your sweaty hair.

“Hey…. I brought you some gifts.”

You tilt your head to the side, and he knows if he had a view of your face your lips would be in a slight pout as you pondered what he’d brought you.

“O-oh! The stuff in your hands when you got here.”

You try to move, intent on grabbing the pile of stuff on the floor, but Blue just holds you closer.

“Easy there Crybaby. Yeah. I bought them for you while I was out. I dont like you sleeping on these crappy sheets and blankets. And these-“

His finger teases at the fabric of your night dress.

“I hate this shit on you. I brought you a few more comfortable things”

You do manage to push away from him, turning to look up into his eyes. Why was he suddenly being so kind? So loving?

“I know we started off rough, but let me be good to you- like you are for me.”

Any suspicion is gone the moment his lips turn into a smile. He leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead gingerly. You hum in delight.

Blue helps you stand, your legs still wobbly from the way he’s just demolished your pussy. He changes your sheets, flipping your mattress over to the dry side, and sneers.

“These beds are terrible. Hopefully this’ll at least help”

You don’t even try to hide the fact you’re ogling his ass, which isstretching the fabric of his pants, the seams probably holding on for dear life. You try not to snort at the thought, your cheeks tinted pink, teeth nibbling the inside of your lower lip. How had you not even noticed-

Your eyes snap away the moment he turns, his brow raising. You’d been staring at him, he’d noticed it in the window reflection.

“There. The sheets are a lot softer, I brought you an actual blanket instead of the bullshit they gave you and I brought my second pillow from home- made sure to sleep with it so it smelled like me.”

Ah… his arm raises and he scratches the back of neck, his eyes momentarily going to the floor. This was a side of Blue you’d never seen.

“Thank you…. Blue…”

He looks up at you through long lashes, slowly swinging his leg forward and walking over to you as if suddenly shy.

“Anything for my Crybaby. My girl.”

Yeah. You did like the sound of that. His girl. his little crybaby and no one else’s.

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danikatze · 10 months

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Muddle

a multi-chapter Saraiya Goyou fic

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Chapter 1: What the Hell was the Hurry

Summary: The Five Leaves decide to leave Edo with Masa and Yaichi. Ume and Okinu are the first to arrive in their new home town, soon followed by Matsu. While Ume wants to give "opening up" a try, Matsu struggles with Feelings more than ever. An unexpected relationship develops between the two.

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Matsu arrived in town much, much sooner than Ume expected.

At the moment he and Okinu left Edo, heading for the place the Five Leaves had decided to try and make their new home, Matsu was still frantically running around (that is to say, walking everywhere much faster than a short guy like him should realistically be able to do) trying to get things done before his own departure.

The news that Matsu was closing up shop and moving someplace else must've spread like wildfire. The day after the Five Leaves agreed to leave Edo with Masa and Yaichi, there was a small, but undeniable queue of servants from rich families in front of his row house. Some he could please with the few hairpins or pipes that were still lying around and wanted to get rid of before moving anyway. The others placed more specific orders.

Otake, Ginta and Matsu still hung out at Ume's place while Ume and Okinu were preparing to leave, and every time Matsu was there he heartily complained about the orders. He hadn't declined any that Ume was aware of. Matsu was not good at refusing clientele.

Ume and Okinu were the first to start their trek to their potential new hometown, and, predictably, they were also the first to reach their destination. The two were planning to stay at an inn and explore the town from there. Miraculously, they found a vacant row house within mere hours of their arrival.

On her trip to the market the next day, at the end of the afternoon, Okinu spotted Matsu in the crowd. She was shocked to see him: not only did she not expect him to be there yet, he looked exhausted. As usual Matsu insisted that he was fine and asked her directions to the nearest inn. Okinu didn't believe it for one second, and dragged him home with her without completing her shopping.

As soon as Matsu stepped into the row house he collapsed. He was burning up and slept for nearly a full twenty-four hours.

Ume managed to get water and tiny amounts of porridge into Matsu in moments of sort of consciousness. Still, when Matsu finally woke up fully, he was craving food. His fever had gone down, but he looked pretty worse for wear still: he was very pale, his eyes were puffy and the fact that he hadn't shaved for almost two days didn't really help him. He was usually so presentable, which made this sight all the more concerning. It actually reminded Ume of the time Masa just rescued Matsu, after being held in the storage room of that candle maker for a few days. At the very least he didn't have any injuries this time.

Ume made him an elaborate meal, with a little help from his neighbours. They were already quite friendly to Ume, thanks to Okinu. He always let her introduce herself first, and made sure she mentioned he raised her on his own. Ume wasn't really comfortable taking the credit for that. She'd done so much of it herself, somehow. It was a really good ice-breaker, though. People were always much less scared of him when they knew that he'd single-handedly raised such a lovely girl.

"So hey," Ume stepped into the row house with a pot of tea that his elderly neighbour on the right made for them. Ume waited a moment for a sign of acknowledgement from Matsu. It did not come because he was too busy scarfing down the contents of one of many bowls Ume put in front of him ten minutes prior. It went in so fast Ume was unable to discern what exactly it was. Ume continued anyway: "did you do the impossible and say 'no' to your customers?"

Matsu put the empty bowl away and grabbed a grilled fish with his chopsticks. Before he himself seemed to realize it, he'd taken a big bite. He held up a hand, asking for Ume's patience. After a moment it appeared that he didn't have any patience himself, because he just moved the fish inside his cheeks so he could reply.

"Nah," Matsu said, then, realising his cheeks could not contain all the fish while talking, attempted to swallow a portion of his large bite and seemingly hurt himself in the process. With a strained expression he thumped his chest a few times, as if that would make the food go down easier, and continued with a tight voice, "I just kinda hid from people at some point, so I could finish everything in time."

"In time?" Ume placed two cups on the floor, and started to pour out the tea, but paused to squint suspiciously at Matsu. "For what?"

"Didn't wanna take longer than a week, or -- ow," Matsu now attempted to swallow a chunk of rice that apparently did not fit down his throat. Ume waited calmly - and judgmentally - for Matsu to get it down and start breathing normally again.

"- or I would've been stuck in Edo forever," Matsu finally finished his sentence.

Ume tried doing the maths in his head - this just obviously didn't add up. Admittedly, he and Okinu hadn't exactly rushed their journey, but they didn't make a leisurely trip of it either. The whole thing had taken them over two weeks.

If Matsu really did leave a week after them, that meant he'd done it in a week and a half.

Ume looked at Matsu, just woken up from sleeping pretty much twenty-four hours straight. He saw the bags under Matsu's eyes and the amount of food that he was currently consuming, and suddenly started to get very annoyed indeed. He sat up straight and crossed his arms. If Matsu noticed, he didn't show it: he only had eyes for the food before him.

"And you made the deadline?" Ume asked, hoping Matsu would say he finished everything sooner than he thought.

"By a hair," Matsu said, casually.

"What the hell was the hurry, you idiot?!" Ume failed miserably at staying calm. It was the indifference that really pissed him off. "Did you even sleep or eat?"

"Of course I did," Matsu's glower would almost be endearing if it hadn't been preceded by one of those infuriating eye rolls. To make matters worse Matsu decided to add, "I just didn't waste time on a bunch of hour long breaks in between, like you guys probably did."

"I'll have ya know that I didn't practically drop dead at our doorstep when we got here," Ume fumed, "and neither did my kid!"

"Good for you," grumbled Matsu, while stuffing some more rice in his face. "Anyway its none of your business how I travel."

"Oh yeah?" Ume laughed incredulously, "well then, in that case feeding you is none of my business either, lemme clear everything away for you."

"Don't --" Matsu practicality threw himself over the food that surrounded him, to shield it from Ume, "- touch anything."

His pale face flushed with embarrassment, although it didn't stop him from grabbing a bowl of miso and slurping it down as soon as Ume turned away in a huff.

Ume's blood was boiling, but he was really not in the mood for any of the bickering that he and Matsu normally liked to engage in. He was pretty tired from the trip himself, despite taking all the necessary rest stops at the roadside, in addition to the longer breaks they took for food and sleep. The first night they spent in their new place, it knocked both him and Okinu out for about two hours longer than usual.

Ume looked over at Matsu and narrowly avoided snorting at him. Matsu scowled so hard that his eyes almost vanished in his frown. A smile formed on Ume's face before he remembered that he was, in fact, still angry.

Well.. no, he wasn't in the mood for that either. And maybe it wasn't really fair to go all parental on a grown man who managed to run a successful business for a good while back in Edo.

He's so bad at taking care of himself though!

His anger subsided, but got the urge to make Matsu feel a bit self-conscious with a fun little snarky remark. Y'know, a little reward for not arguing.

"I'm impressed you still manage to get food in there, the way you're scrunching up your face," he said, with a self-satisfied grin.

"I'm impressed you- you're..," Matsu faltered, "Shut up, I'm exhausted.."

Ume's grin broadened. Matsu turned into such a pubescent teenager whenever Ume went into dad mode. He looked at the few signs of age on Matsu's face, and wondered how old he could be. In his thirties probably? None of the Five Leaves knew any of the other's ages, and they never asked. Ume didn't ask this time either. Instead, he collected some empty bowls to wash up, and left Matsu to simmer down a bit as well.

When Ume returned Matsu had cleared out all the dishes and was stretched out on the floor with his hands on his stuffed belly. At the sound of the door sliding open and Ume stepping in, Matsu lazily looked over, his head lolling to the side. After following Ume with his gaze for a bit, and Ume pretending he didn't notice while collecting more bowls, Matsu sighed.

"Thanks, Ume," he said.

"My pleasure. I like cooking," Ume presented the empty bowls, "and seeing people enjoy my food."

"I didn't mean the food," Matsu stared at the ceiling, and patted his belly, "although, thanks for that as well."

"Then what?" "Dunno,"

Matsu shrugged, "for worrying, I guess."

"Oh," this took Ume by surprise. He hadn't expected Matsu to cool down this much, "yeah, no problem. I have years of worrying experience, raising a sickly kid by myself and all." He laughed a bit and then added in a quasi stern tone, "She was never as damned reckless as you were, thank fuck."

"Hah," Matsu covered his eyes with his hands, groaning, "Masa used the same word to describe me ages ago. I should really do something about that."

It took Matsu a few more days to really get back on his feet again. If it were up to him he would've set out to find a place to stay for himself the very same day he woke up. Ume wouldn't hear of it, and made Matsu rest until he felt fit for at least one full day.

He didn't trust Matsu to be honest about that, but he was fairly good at evaluating someone's well-being. He'd been through too many instances of Okinu claiming she was better, and her falling ill again the next day. Once he started implementing his a-full-day-fit rule, she experienced much fewer relapses.

Matsu grumbled about it a lot and then, to Ume's great surprise and suspicion, put up a lot less resistance than he had prepared for. Ume kept an eye on Matsu as much as he could, and the only way to achieve that was to have Matsu take part in Ume's chores and other activities. As time went on it seemed that Ume didn't need to be distrustful of Matsu's compliance. In fact, if Ume hadn't known any better, he would have said Matsu enjoyed being forced into slowing down.

In the meantime Okinu used her charms to find a place for Matsu to live. In no time at all she managed to get half of her neighbourhood either keeping an eye out, or actively searching for a vacant row house. By the time Ume allowed Matsu to go free, he could move into one that was only a fifteen minute walk away from Ume's - or probably ten minutes at Matsu's pace.

Ume started looking for a building that would be suitable for an izakaya, because his little row house of course wouldn't do. That didn't stop him from providing his neighbours with home cooked snacks and (side) dishes. A bit of advertisement for his as of yet non-existent izakaya. He didn't have much luck yet though. Not that he expected to find something after being there for only a week or so, but he was a bit jealous of Matsu, as unlike him, he would easily be able to set up his business from a row house.

#Saraiya Goyou #House of Five Leaves #I posted a link to chapter 1 yesterday but I don't like the post? It's messy so let's try again #who knows how many chapters there will be lol #I'll post chapter 2 later (it's already on ao3) and I started writing chapter 3 and 4 #right now it looks like there'll be like six or seven idk #I'm not known for writing fanfic so I will not be surprised if this doesn't get many hits #or sad even - I'm just glad I'm writing it down #I made so many notes and connecting the dots is super satisfying (and hard)#it's mostly me getting my post canon hcs down on paper in a comprehensible - and hopefully nice to read - way #Matsukichi #Umezou #UmeMatsu #fanfiction #muddle fic

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faiirytalcs · 5 months

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PHILLIP DEVILLE is based on PHIL from Rugrats. He is a 23 year old HUMAN, PIZZA PLANET EMPLOYEE, and uses he/him pronouns. He has NO POWERS.

Important History

there's no better feeling in the world than belonging and for all of his life, phil had felt like he knew where his place was. with his twin, his friends - kicking it in their backyards and basements. there was nowhere else he would rather be... and he thought everyone was on the same page

there wasn't much else to do in evermore other than hanging out, being menaces (within reason) and getting into mischief - that was the life and phil was perfectly fine with that

when things started to change, when his friends and sister started getting their lives together and canceling their plans to go to work or on dates, he was a little shocked. somehow, he didn't see it coming even though he was growing up and hitting all the same milestones as the rest of them - life still managed to catch him by surprise

even with college and taking odd jobs, phil had managed to fumble the bag on getting a real career or figuring out anything at all. He liked things, he had hobbies but the normal 9 to 5 life wasn't for him.

he wasn't the kind of guy who got up in the morning, got his shit together and spun around in the capitalist hamster wheel.

phil would much rather lay in bed, get high, make some immature jokes that he knew were still funny even if people cringed at them and daydream about a day when he owned his own food truck - it was all going to happen for him…the question was whether he'd do anything to make it happen

there was something inside of him that got in the way whenever he wanted to do something productive, self-sabotage come to life

he wanted to do more, he wanted to make a name for himself outside of being the chill twin who got high and managed to find himself in many situations (and beds) he shouldn't be in, but it was much harder than he ever thought it would be.

phil can be incredibly stubborn. he can see that his friends are moving on and growing up without him but that only makes him dig his heels in more - he clutches onto the false idea that it seems like they all decided to grow up and no one remembered to tell him

as the younger of the twins, he uses that to his advantage, playing the baby card even though lil is only two minutes older.

much like the younger sibling, there's somehow always dirt on him somewhere, and he prefers to be barefoot in his apartment, threatening to stick his feet in lil's face whenever she annoys him

your classic Aries man. mixed with the undiagnosed ADHD he clearly has, phil is a force of nature, often having a lot of energy he doesn't know what to do with which is why he has to be physical for a few hours every single day

doesn't always have the best filter, if he has a thought in his head, odds are everyone will hear it within a couple of seconds. sometimes it makes people a little worried about what's going on in there but to him, those outlandish and crazy thoughts are just the norm

loves the outdoors and camping. he will find any excuse to put together a camping trip in the woods of evermore. he knows now that they can't leave but there are some great spots to set up under the stars and he would much rather howl like a wolf under the moon instead of being trapped inside

somewhat a ladies man. phil checks a few boxes when it comes to children wanting to disappoint their parents and he isn't going to complain about it, even though sometimes it does hurt his feelings if he finds out that's why they expressed interest

APPEARANCE

Face Claim: leo howard

Height: 5'11

Build: stocky

Eye Color: dark brown

Hair Color: light brunette

Piercings: n/a

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: loving, charismatic, warm, protective

Negative Traits: lackadaisical, possessive, disobedient, melodramatic

Likes: experimenting with new recipes, all kinds of bugs, getting stoned & binging movies, making pies, brand new soccer balls, roughhousing, testing out food trucks

Dislikes: being left out, the overwhelming smell of cleaning supplies, organization, competitions he can't win, sitting still, mushrooms, bad breath

Phobias: trypanophobia

Hobbies: soccer, testing new recipes, entomology

Aesthetic: hands that are always messy, an increasing feeling of FOMO you can't shake, finding a food truck at the very end of the night, wildly kicking soccer balls against a wall, feeling trapped in a suit and tie, secret handshakes, a never ending spiral you desperately want to get out of, thinking of new ways to self-sabotage

FAMILY

Mother: betty deville

Father: howard deville

Sibling(s): lillian 'lil' deville ( twin sister )

Pet(s): n/a

#𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ;; phillip deville

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randomszzz · 1 year

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Non-exhaustive list of games I’ve played trying to recover from The World Ends With You Obsession

((Play harvestella))

Rune Factory 5: I don’t love Rune factory 4 quite as much as okami or twewy, but it’s definitely one of the closest games, and I was over the moon when rf5 was announced. But running around the coziness of rf4s, it did seem unlikely that rf5 could equal that, and reviews panning its performance also put a damper on my expectations. I still found some enjoyment in rf5, but rf4 ran circles around it. Biggest offenses for me: talking to everyone in the village both takes longer (so many loading screens, being 3d is so not worth this) and less rewarding than rf4 (It felt like an entire year before villagers start recycling dialogue in rf4; it’s one of its greatest strengths. Rf5 characters are repeating themselves within a week.). Actually, that kinda encapsulates a lot of rf5′s problems, longer for less, with excessively long days and low drop rates. The post game dungeon was also far shorter than I was expecting and supremely disappointing. My biggest gripe, however, was locking the flower seller to close to the end of the game. The last character you unlock in rf4 upgrades spells, something totally optionally and easily (and frequently) ignored. But no flower seeds? abs - ol -ut -ly CRIMININAL. That means heavily gimped chemistry; and no non rng sources of wettable powder. I wanted to take my time with the game, do a bunch of farming and social elements, not just rush through main story. And like, I did, but it left me completely at the mercy of typhoons. Even dragging my feet as much as I did, I still beat the story before completing a single year, and that always rubbed me the wrong way. It was over 70 hrs so I can’t really complain it’s too short, but, blegh. Other minor annoyances: the festival music became intolerably grating after hearing it for the first 5 hours, cute sea horse bosses I so looked forward to taming are untameable, the travesty. I do really hope its just the kinks of coming back to the series after so long and working with 3d and future rf games are a step up.

Harvestella PLAY THIS GAME PLAY THIS GAME IT HAS UNICORN OF THE CRYPTIDS WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED?!?! Ahem. I really had a tough time gauging this game. Saw in the nintendo direct, went sold, this looks awesome gimme. I didn’t play the demo, as I didn’t want to start playing and then have to wait a couple months to play the rest, but asked my sister her thoughts about it. She really wasn’t enthusiastic, but she’s less keen on rune factory than I am, it’s fine. Reviews came out and were thoroughly middling so mmm, maybe it’s not exactly awesome. But being better than rf5 - or even just as good - isn’t a high bar so I’m looking forward to it. I started playing it, and I have plenty of gripes - but I also really couldn’t stop playing. It’s certainly a different rhythm than rf, pretty much all interaction with villagers is exclusively done through quests and there’s not much point in talking to anyone outside of those. However, said quests are also pretty good, and you wouldn’t want to talk to everyone every day, you could spend all day running to various npcs and probably not reach all of them in one day. I do really miss rf’s skill and crafting system (harvestella has crafting but outside of accessory synthesis it has 0 customization) and monster catching. At first it was charming for the sos throwback ‘just buy (not) cows and (not) chickens, but I definitely miss having more things to look forward to. And once Harvestella’s quests are completed, there’s not much point in continuing to play. I didn’t much care about the lack of festivals when I started Harvestella, but now on the other side it’s what I think it needs most. Common complaints about harvestella are the lack of voice acting and extremely limited character creation options but really that’s not where I’d put extra resources too. Anyways, the music and world in this game are just breathtaking; I’ve been totally immersed since christmas. Totaku and unicorn’s designs are A++++. I was worried it would be a fairly short affair, and predictably I dragged my feet going through it, savoring every second of that world, but it turned out to be a much more substantial world than I expected. The ending stretch of the game continued to confound my gaugings, the story by turns being disappointing “I wish you thought through this more” and exciting, I downright wanted to dance in the actually-last dungeon. Game’s a total treasure, especially if you enjoy melancholy vibes.

Monster Hunter Stories 2 Did I play MHS 1? No. Have I played any MH? No. But I played the demo for this and rise. Rise was entertaining, but not enough to part with scarce cash for. I put close to ten hours on the demo for this game though, clearly they were doing something right. That ‘something’ is not the story, despite the title. Even trying my best to indulge it, there’s just no getting invested in ‘the power of kinship!’ they keep trying to push, and they really don’t do enough to develop a relationship with ratha. I suppose they did sidestep a couple eye-rolling cliches I was anticipating (others still abound though), and there is occasional charm. I understand the minimalist approach to music, but it really would’ve been nice to have some music for the however many, many, many hours spent hunting for rare eggs postgame. ‘I probably missed something by not playing pokemon’ is the sort of revelation this game brought me. Lackluster story and nonexistant bgm? Who cares, there’s cool monsters to find and battle and catch and customize, I was flat out addicted for a month. Sadly I tried the demo for the first game on the 3ds, and already having a familiarity with the mh bestiary did suck a lot of the novelty and joy from the experience. Um, pokemon recommendations that go hard on presentation and customization?

Radiant Historia Is there a better ds game than twewy? I’m honestly hard pressed to think of any genuine competitors, and consulting the internet this game came up a lot. Radiant Historia is really good. Of the games I’ve played since neo, it has the best cast. There was one chapter midgame that had me on the edge of my seat, and I was thinking, oh, if it just keeps escalating from here it really will be special!! but things kinda just evened out after that. I went back and forth on my feelings about the villain, at first being disappointed at the reveal but by the time the credits rolled I think it worked out pretty well. I played the 3ds remaster, the voice acting was excellent, and while I get why some preferred the old portraits, overall I think new ones are better - except for Eruca oh my god why did you do that to her character design?!?! Criminal! I did get kind of stuck, however, polishing everything off for the true ending. After spending hours without looking anything up online, I’m pretty loathe to give in and do it now. But replaying chapter after chapter looking for the needle in the haystack I’m missing has lost its luster. A hearty f u to aht’s dancing companion. Presumably with enough work I could give everyone a happy ending, so I’ll just presume a happier ending. One day maybe I’ll be more patient.

Ni no Kuni I said radiant historia had the better cast, but also, ester and oliver are my precious children. The single best thing about ni no kuni is the wizard’s companion. It’s beautiful and informative! I love how easy it is to keep track and find things in the game *cough cough cough*. It also scratches the cool monsters! itch. By far the worst thing about ni no kuni is that it had a stealth section. Why? Who thought that was a good idea? Who even thinks those are fun? banging my head against a wall. A slightly negative thing about it is that I really would prefer if it was just flat out turn based instead of realtime. Give me full control of my companions, please. I will say I, uh, wildly misjudged drippy. My deepest apologies.

Final Fantasy Type 0 I like ensemble casts, okay? At first my curiousity was such that I was just going to watch a playthrough, but it’s opening was strong enough that I actually wanted to play it myself. So I did. It has a strong beginning and a stronger ending. The middle, however, is a great big yawn. That last chapter though. If only the entire game was like that. Idk, this game has a lot of flaws but I like the underlying concepts. It probably says something that while I was willing to play many hours of radiant historia postgame, I just rushed online to find the type 0 lore and missing bits rather than slogging through any of it again. Though I do kinda want to bounce around some of its later dungeons... but I have to play through so much bleh to get anywhere.

Persona Strikers I haven’t actually finished the game yet - haven’t touched it since playing harvestella - and maybe wouldn’t even bother mentioning but I wanna complain. The stupid ferris wheel event, they were like ‘hey you can hang out with ryuji and yusuke’ and I was like, cool, not something so date coded yaaaay. Only for ryuji and morgana to bemoan ‘oh this could’ve been a romantic date wow lame’. It really soured me. At least yusuke tried to enjoy himself. It’s not a bad diversion otherwise, although the difficulty is a bit wonky. Some early game game bosses/events stumped me for hour(s), but after a bit more familiarity it evened out, only for me to gain such an overflow of healing/sp items nothing’s really a threat anymore.

Ori and the blind forest I still don’t know what a blind forest is :( Still really enjoyed this, although it’s also more difficult in the beginning than end type of game. Just the design and presentation of this is whole vibe, and one of these days I’ll play will o wisps... one of these days...

13 sentinels People seemed to think highly of this game, my curiosity was piqued, I started to watch a playthrough but really blanched at the one-by-one approach. Poking around I saw the game had a fair degree of flexibility in following the various stories, plus its own encyclopedia, and yeah this was a game where I needed to be in control. Besides, playthoughs are frequently watched at 1.5 or 2x speed and this was just too dense to really process like that. Props to them for making a game’s story really be better as a game. I was going to say ‘a vn you should play instead of just watch’ but the combat was waaay more fun than I anticipated and perfect palette cleanser/break from the story segments. Still, I did wind up feeling a bit cold on the story/characters. It’s impressive it manages so many elements in a cohesive manner, but that’s the best I can say. Mystery’s fun, but nothing never seen before. Characters range from ‘meh’ to ‘rather likeable’ but the game’s insistence everyone needs a love interest weighed it down. Megumi at least had interesting dynamics despite not really being a ‘likeable’ character and the end of her story is probably what I’ll remember the most. Nenji, Usami, and Keitarou were all pretty enjoyable though. I did appreciate how the game wound up dealing with its larger conflict and antagonistic forces. Something about how everyone gets a happy ending I found really refreshing.

There are others too but hmm I’ve slid into playing neo from the start for a third time. trying to do a run without eating and crying a little on the inside. Twewy tells me to expand my world and try different things but it hasn’t actually brought me relief. Woe is me. At least harvestella has delectable vibes.

#rune factory 5 #harvestella #radiant historia #13 sentinels #final fantasy type 0 #ori #ni no kuni #monster hunter stories 2 #rambling rambles #play harvestella #recommend me a pokemon game #or try to sell me on a different game haha

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