#he was never loved nearly as much as roman. he was always told by his father to be grateful they

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quick! show me your design for one of the sides as kids!

i’ll go first :)

#TW // CHILD ABUSE!!! #he was never loved nearly as much as roman. he was always told by his father to be grateful they #“cared enough to give him any clothes or food” #and he was very often hit and bruised around his face. #when he got older #he wasn’t used to seeing himself in the mirror without black eyes #so he began doing his eyeshadow as if he were bruised around the area. hence the purple makeup #one day he escaped through his window and ran away from the kingdom he was raised in. #he ended up alone and afraid until a scaly misfit came to his rescue #introducing himself as janus. #sanders sides #ts sides #sasi #sasi art #fanart #my art #thomas sanders #remus sanders #kid design #young!au

[romanreignseater]

You’ve Made A Mess.

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Nasty hand job, really.

“Roman’s being a brat and you wanted to show him what happens to brats when they lip off too much.”

A/N: I don’t have much to say, but I hope you enjoy 😅!!

GIF: @jeysuso

com·bust

/kəmˈbəst/

to explode…

Contrary to popular belief, the Tribal Chief is a very busy man. From behind the scenes work on furthering the Bloodline’s story, to brand deals and promos, to shooting for WWE2K23.

It’s not easy being the Tribal Chief.

Roman is pretty stressed nearly everyday. Whether he’s out and about or at home dealing with the kids. You always try your best to bring his stress levels down, but he still seems very stressed.

And, you’re starting to hate it.

Roman’s attitude is out of this world. You’ve honestly never seen a grown man act like such a brat. Not only that, but his attitude is always directed towards you. There’s your kids, his family, your family, his business partners, your friends, his bosses… but all that attitude goes to you.

“Y/N, where are my Jordan’s?! I left them right here in front of the door.” You roll your eyes from the laundry room, as he yells across the house about some damn Jordan’s.

“Baby I don’t know where they are. And can you please not yell across the hallway, your son is still sleeping.” Roman footsteps are heard barreling towards you.

He enters the laundry room staring at you with hard eyes. “Why you gotta have an attitude with me?!” He expressed. You stared at him with no amusement in your face. “Joe, I don’t have time to deal with this right now. I just said I don’t know where they are, you have plenty of other shoes to wear.” Mentioning to his large show collection.

“You’ve been so distant towards me, what’s the problem?” He said softly while lifting your chin so you can look him in his eyes. His brown orbs twinkle as he looks at you.

You’d always loved his beautiful eyes, always seeming to get lost in them.

“The problem is you, Leati.” The Undisputed Champion knew anytime you mentioned his first name, you weren’t happy.

“I know I’ve been a brat, and my attitude isn’t the best as of late. But I shouldn’t be directing that towards you. I’m sorry baby.” You thought to yourself, as you were glad he understood what the problem was. He seemed pretty sincere.

“Fine. I accept your apology, but don’t bring that attitude with me, cause you know I’d whoop that ass.” Roman and you shaked hands understanding your agreement. Although, Roman is the Tribal Chief, he was very much scared of his wife who he towered over.

“Well, I’ll go find my shoes and you leave you to it.” He swiftly kissed your sweet lips and exited the room, as you stared at his perfect ass. “That boy is gonna pay… he’s gonna pay.” You said to yourself.

2 Hours Later…

You and Roman were sitting on the couch watching Black Adam (pretty good movie 8/10). Roman’s hoodie was over his head and hands in his pockets. You were cuddled up next to him, enjoying the time you guys spent alone without the kids.

But…

Your attention was focused on his spread thighs. His bulge prominently poking through his black sweatpants, looking delicious. You just wanted a bite… Your hands traveled from his burly chest to the lower part of his stomach. Roman eyes stayed trained on the screen.

“That boy is gonna pay… he’s gonna pay.”

Your thoughts from earlier in the sparked through your mind. It was go time.

Your hand laid down gently onto his dick. The weight of your hand made the Tribal Chief twitch a little. You smirked to yourself as you began massaging him through his pants.

Your eyes were focused on the movement of your hand, when a deep voice drew you back to your senses. “Baby…” Your eyes met into an intense daze.

“What?! I told you not to bring that attitude to me.” The abusive massaging of his cock did not cease. “I’ve stopped, I understand my mistakes.” He said as his breathing hitched. “But, you need a punishment big boy.” Your smile absolutely devilish.

Your hands then pull down his pants with his boxers. His cock sprang out with life and he hissed as the cold air of your living room hit the tip of his dick. Your plan:

Jerk him off, with no mouth. Overstimulate him as much as possible.

You wanted him to pay. He typically loves the feeling of your dangerous mouth, but you wanted to overstimulate the hell out of him with just your dainty little hand. You spit on your hand with absolute filth. Roman’s eyes watched as your hand began to slowly pleasure him. “Shit baby, just like that.” He moaned as the minstrel of your hand moved fluidly.

The feeling of his rigid cock felt wondrous in your delicate hand. “You like that big boy?!” Your lips moved as he looked into your eyes to say. “Yes mama. Gimme that mouth baby.”

You met his slightly open lips with a kiss. His eyebrows tweaked into questioning look. “Bab-y, I meant your mouth on my dick.” You looked into the ceiling as if you’re thinking about it. “I think… no!” Roman’s face was contorted in utter disbelief. “I do what I what honey, and you’ll just have to deal with it.” As he was about to speak, his eyes rolled to the back of his head when the top of your nail flicked the slit of his tip. “F-uckkkkk, oh my god!! Don’t stop that mama.”

You spit on the tip of his dick to add a little more moisture to his already swelting dick. You let your hand move up and down, abusing his cock. “Ooo-o baby that’s so g-ood.” Roman said expressing his gratitude for pleasuring him. “I know sweetie, I’m a professional.” Your smile shining as bright as ever. As his legs began shaking, his cock twitching feverishly, and his head lolled to the back of the couch.

“I’m ggg-onna cum.” His teeth clenched together as he indulges in the feeling of his climax reaching its point. The motion of your hand fasten and he was about to combust. “Aaaaaaa… that’s it mama, I’m gonna cum.” His moans sounding similar to yours, as you’ve never heard him moan so “women-like”.

His legs trembled as he gave out, and came all over his built thighs. But, the punishment is just beginning. Your hands continued to jerk him off, without stopping. “Wait, baby no more.” He begged, wanting to the overstimulation to stop. “No can do big boy.” His cock so ruined and spewing out more cum. His heart seemed to be beating out of his chest and eyelids fluttering shut.

You let go of his cock and licked up his cum off of your hand. “Mmmmm, tastes so good baby.” As Roman lifted his head back up, you licked the cum that had fallen all over his cock and thighs. You tongue was now in a scoop form taking in all of his cum. Roman’s eyes low as he watched you swallow his kids.

When you rised, Roman noticed the cum left on the corner of your lip. He wiped it off with his massive thumb as he looked you in the eyes. He then takes his thumb and sticks it in his mouth. You watched your filthy man swallow his own cum.

“Well I gotta go to sleep. Bye baby!” You said as you leaned forward to kiss him. You ran upstairs as he pulled up his pants and continued to watch the movie.

“I think I would make a better Black Adam.”

THE END!!

I hope you all enjoy this story 😉.

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns oneshot

[love-islike-abomb]

Calling Dr love: chapter 1

Roman reigns x Anastasia (OC)

Warnings: fluff, flirting, Errors I may have missed

Word count: 1.2k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mandeelemons @mindfulofmani @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @afterdarkprincess @marchm-langdon @msbluehaz3 @pittieprincess22 @shadyprincesslife @salirophiliac @lonewolfy45 @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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New York City! The place every young woman goes to find herself, her Career, maybe get famous or infamous, meet mr right or Mr right now, maybe even Prince charming. But me? I came here to get away from everyone as strange as it sounds. My family lives clear across the country in Washington State and though I missed them i wanted to finally find myself without having my mom constantly pushing me to find a guy and have babies. Don't get me wrong I've always wanted kids but not with the first guy I see and certainly not because my mom likes him. I love my mom but she has horrible judgement of character! Don't ask it's a long story!

Countless dates led me to almost giving up hope. Empty promises of sweeping me off my feet nearly made my head spin. None of those men were for me! They were boring, lacked creativity, spontaneousness, some even lacked intelligence! I not only want a good looking man i want a man who can stimulate my brain! Make me laugh, think outside the box, but also whisper dirty things in my ear when we're in public, give my ass a little squeeze, boss me around in and out of the bedroom, let people know im yours and your mine.

Sadly none of them ever could. One passed the intelligence part but he was a prude! Another passed the naughty part but he was dumb as a dodo! I felt like I was in a revolving door I was never going to get out of! New York was to big for there to be this many boring men in it!!

Or maybe I was the problem! Did I know what I wanted to well? Was I asking to much? I mean there was that hot guy at the grocery store who looked incredibly familiar and the muscles he had!! He could've picked me up and thrown me on a bed! That's hot! Snapping out of my thought I realized I was still in this internet cafe sipping on my coffee. Looking at my watch I saw I had 10 minutes left on my break so I packed up my stuff and headed back next door "see you tomorrow Rick!" I yelled to the cashier. He was such a a sweet old man! Always tried his hardest and when someone got roudy because he was moving to slow other customers would step up to help him. I get that people are always in a hurry for their coffee first thing in the morning but that's really no reason to be rude to that poor old man. I always tried to help him as best I could and he'd graciously thank me.

I walked into my store and put my things down in the back. I always carried my backpack since my laptop was in it but made me an easy target. Thankfully my store was only 2 stores down from the coffee shop! I came out and saw the hot guy from the grocery store sitting at the bar and looked at my coworker "when did he get here?!" I whisper yelled "about 10 minutes ago" she said smiling "he asked for you!"

"me?" I nearly fainted on the spot "Kate he could be some crazy serial killer! Please tell me you didn't tell him I worked here?!"

"ana I'm sorry! It slipped! He's quite a charming guy!" She said as i face palmed myself.

"great now I have to talk to him! It's not like I'm shy or anything Kate!" I said grabbing an apron and walking out to the dining area "I'm sorry" she mouthed through the area where we set orders. Kate I love you but why do you do this to me? I thought. I took a deep breath 'now or never' I mumbled to myself. I up to him and smiled at him.

"my coworker told me you were looking for me" I said with a smile, trying to hide the fact that I was slightly dying inside at the fact that I couldn't flirt with him since I was at work. He stuck his hand out to shake my head "my name is Roman" he smiled "what's your name beautiful?" He asked.

Turning on the charm already! I'm so fucked! "I stuck my hand out"Anastasia but everyone calls me ana" I smiled. He grabbed my hand like he was gonna shake it but then lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it. There was only 2 other customers here so I heard Kate squeak in the back and made a mental note to kick her later. I felt my fave get hot "your friend always squeak like that when you meet a guy" he asked.

I'm gonna kill her "n-no s-she just um..." I couldn't think ""you cute when you're flustered!" He smirked. He was everything I had been looking for! Intelligent, very handsome, dirty minded, obviously I hadn't seen it all since we were in public but he wad obviously very flirtatious and I liked that.

"i wanted to ask you if maybe you'd like to go to dinner with me sometime" he smiled. I think he knew the answer already but he just wanted to hear me say it.

"I'd love to" I smiled.

"well we're right here and I know it's short notice but why not now and then next time I'll take you on a fancier date" he smiled.

And the last of the qualities I look for, spontaneousness! He had it all! "Y-yeah I'd love! Let me go get some menu's" I said as he gently grabbed my arm and lulled towards him "I'd like to eat you later" he growled. Oh sir you have no idea what you've just started!! Control and! I bit my lip and I'm sure he saw it.

"are you always that dirty on the first date?" I smirked.

"no but you seem like the kinda girl who likes that and it appears my hunch was right" he smirked back.

Touche sir! The rest of lunch we laughed and talked and i hadn't even realized it was almost closing time. Barely anyone had come in today which was a little weird but it may just be an off day.

"I'd like to see you again if that's ok with you" he smiled.

"I'dike that to" i smiled back. "Can I have your number I'll text mine to you"

"sure" he smiled as we exchanged numbers. I liked him m. He was the first guy I'd felt safe around in a while and he had all the qualities I was looking for in a man! Did I hit the jackpot?

"I'll see you Saturday at 6? Dress to impress" he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Will do" I smiled back as he walked out of the store to his car and drove off. I ran to the back to tell Kate everything that had just happened! She was gonna be so happy!!

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦 #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #wwe fluff #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fluff #wwe fic #wwe smackdown #wwe

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Creativitwins not feeling good enough hurt/comfort for writing prompts?

Not Good Enough For You

Remus and Roman are struggling to cope with their own issues alone, but maybe, if they were only to bring it up, they could help each other.

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Warnings:

-Just Remus typical stuff

-self-deprecation.

-Roman not taking proper care of himself.

-Food mentions

-Copious mentions of mould.

If there's anything else let me know!

Pairings: Platonic/famelial Creativitwins

Word Count: 2856

Notes:

See! Superhuman speed, I told you! Did this in only a few hours!! Thanks for the prompt, random Tumblr anon!

If anyone reading has a prompt in mind, feel free to throw it at me on! I'll do most things :) No NSFW though! I'll put a more specific list of do's and dont's on an intro post when I eventually get round to it.

I love them being good brothers so much. You have no idea how much my heart longs for more Roman & Remus interaction in the actual series, I love them so much.

The creative flow was suffering, Thomas wasn't having nearly as many ideas as usual and none of the ones he did have ever seemed good enough. All of the sides could see that Roman had overworked himself. They had noticed him being gone in the imagination for longer and longer every time he went, they noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

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Any of the sides with an ounce of observational skills could see that Roman wasn't ok.

Even though they all noticed, not one of them stopped to ask if he needed anything though, in fact, they were all too busy with their own things to help him.

Logan was too busy to brainstorm, Patton was too busy to watch a movie, Janus was too busy doing whatever it was he did all day- Roman never wanted to bother him. And at this point, he was certain Virgil was tired of Roman hanging out in his room when he was feeling a little down.

Everyone knew that Roman was suffering, but no one knew what to do about it.

What everyone seemed to forget was that Roman was only half of a whole, and the work suffering wasn’t all Roman.

Only one side noticed that Remus wasn’t ok either.

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Roman was having an especially bad day today.

He was pretty sure the root of that bad day was the once again completely unproductive meeting with Thomas. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t eaten yet today and it was almost time for dinner, could it be that he hadn’t showered in a week?

Shaking his head, Roman refocused on the blank document in front of him, he had to get something down, come on, there must be something he could get down on the page. Surely he could produce something? Something to show that he wasn’t as worthless as he felt.

Because seriously? What was he without the stories he created? What was he without the witty nicknames and the poses and snide remarks, who was he without the costume and the sword, really?

He may be creativity, but he was nothing more than his creations, the Prince persona he had fashioned for himself. What was he without that?

Useless, he thought, he was useless without that. Useless to Thomas and to the other sides. Useless to himself.

He needed help, he realised, and he'd exhausted all of his options. He'd gone to sink out before realising that he couldn't be seen by the others in the sorry state he was in, hoodie and sweatpants, greasy hair and disgusting, ugly face.

He couldn't be seen by them and besides, Patton and Logan were doing something together right now, Janus was busy as always and Roman didn't want the snake's help anyway, and Virgil was definitely tired of his endless issues.

This left one option, one that sent a spike of anxiety through his heart, but at this point, Roman just sighed. It was the only option he had left and who knows, maybe his brother would actually be helpful for once.

He sank out to Remus' room.

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Remus stared at his- completely clean and tidy- room in confusion.

Now don’t let this fool you, Remus’ room was never clean and tidy, just like him. Remus couldn’t stand the smell of cleaning products and he was even allergic to soap itself, he never cleaned his room, let alone himself. Usually, it was a hot garbage pile on which he fucking slept. He liked to keep the place stinking of mould with puddles of slime and weird little bugs that scuttled around his floor. He enjoyed the broken glass that usually littered the floor, poised just right to take out your foot if you stepped slightly wrong.

Remus never cleaned, never, unless… unless he was in a much worse place than usual.

And he’d even showered this time. Which was… absolutely shit, now his skin was itchy and red from the soap, but his hair wasn’t slick with oil for once and he didn’t smell like mould and dung,

He wasn’t in a good place, he never really was- being the embodiment of intrusive thoughts and all but this was an even worse place than he was usually in, and that was a feat in itself. Ever since Jan-Jan had let him fuck around with the light sides directly he’d been feeling… weird.

“Yes Remus, lovely lyrics, well done,” Logan had said, and why had that made his chest feel tight and his heart flutter at the- sarcastic, he knew it was sarcastic- compliment.

“You have importance,” Logan again, and how difficult it had been to keep ignoring the guy when he said something like that, Remus had felt the urge to glomp Logan when he had spoken, but he’d needed to get his point across, so for once, he’d restrained from doing something he wanted to do.

It was weird because Remus never got compliments, those two were the only two times he could think of- recently anyway- that he’d had something even relatively nice said to him. Usually, it was “Go away, Remus!” “Shut up Remus!” “That’s disgusting, Remus!” which… well that last one he usually took as a compliment, but the first two…

Even as the embodiment of intrusive thoughts- yes, those things everyone wanted to get rid of- Remus couldn’t help but feel like shit when the others said that they hated him or told him to go away, he loved talking and sharing all his fun ideas! He was blunt and truthful and interesting too! Or at least, Snakey had told him that. The others didn’t seem to agree though and that was his problem, the others. This yucky gross feeling had only started when he’d been allowed to talk to them. When they started hurling the insults directly at him instead of randomly into the void. It was like they forgot that he was creativity too. His ideas formed the base for Roman’s. Roman created all the details, the funny bits, and filtered out all the gore and grossness to make something presentable and useful to Thomas. Remus provided the raw material, the substance, the big bits and pieces that would put the idea there in the first place.

Without Roman, nothing he created was worth anything, and without him? Without him, Roman couldn’t create at all.

He thought it was a little unfair, to be honest, Roman seemed to hate him so much yet relied on him to do his job. Where he realised it or not? And… then we get back to the cleaning.

His messy room was often his source of inspiration, he saw a particularly interesting-shaped piece of mould growing out of his bedpost and thought ‘Woah wouldn’t that make an awesome monster?’ or… something. See? Remus was too out of it to even think of thinking of an idea! And now all his mould and grossness was gone, and he was sad and cold and lonely- yes that’s what it was- he craved something but he wasn’t even sure what, he wanted positive reinforcement, maybe a ‘that’s a good idea’ once in a while! Was it too much to ask to even consider his contributions?

Remus groaned and flopped back on his clean, laundry-detergent-smelling bedsheets and tried very, very hard not to cry.

“Woah,”

Remus shot up, eyes wide only to see his brother, whose face seemed to reflect his own in its shockedness. Here Roman stood- pristine, perfect, pretty boy Roman, in all of his sweatpants and greasy depressing glory.

“You look like a mess,” Remus said, it was the truth, Roman looked nothing like he did usually, which… wasn’t right. It wasn’t right at all, in fact, it seemed just as wrong as his room being clean. And not only was Roman a mess, but he wasn’t wearing the prince outfit he literally lived in, so… what the hell else was Remus supposed to say.

“Oh hoho-” Roman said with none of his usual dramatics as he looked at Remus, “Oh how the turns have tabled.”

And Remus laughed, he laughed too loud and too high, sounding like scraping metal on ceramic, but why not laugh at something that was funny, especially with Roman’s deadbeat tone? The exhausted look on his brother’s face turned into something that was almost a smile.

“Seriously though Ro-bro,” Remus said, bouncing to stand up, “You ok? You never let yourself get this gross, that’s my thing,”

“No,” Roman said simply, not looking him in the eye, without so much as a hesitation, “I’m not ok,”

“Oh-”

“Are you ok?” Roman asked before he could continue, “You’re room’s clean,”

“I’m not ok- but- but when am I ever ok? Intrusive thoughts!” Remus said with a laugh that felt too fake after he’d been able to let out that real one, Roman looked at him and… Remus felt himself deflate, “No… I’m… even less ok than usual,”

“Ok,” Roman nodded, Remus couldn’t help but stare.

“Ok?”

“Yeah that’s- that’s ok,” Roman said, now he was looking at him properly, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Is there anything I can do to help you ?” Remus asked back, leaning much further into Roman’s space than he should.

“Hey! I asked you first!” Roman cried, offended, but he didn’t push Remus away.

“Yeah but I asked with more emphasis !” Remus retaliated with a grin, "I even used italics!"

“Yeah- well- I-” Roman stopped, before drooping with a sigh, “Ok fine, you win,”

“Fuck yeah now go take a shower, asshole,” Remus yelled, shoving Roman in the direction of his bathroom- which had also been cleaned, so Roman was lucky for once. His brother went without a fuss and closed the door to the bathroom. Whilst he was gone, Remus attempted to bring some mess back into his room, he’d leave the bathroom for now, though.

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“So… I’ve done something, now it’s your turn, what do you need?” Roman asked once he returned, he was adamantly ignoring the tiny amounts of mould that had managed to grow back into the corners.

“Oh- um…” Remus trailed off, it was rare that he had nothing to say, even rarer were moments when he was afraid to say something, Roman didn’t push him though, he just waited, shifting a little awkwardly, “Can… you give me a hug?”

“‘Course,” Roman said with a nod, he opened his arms, “As long as there’s no slime involved,”

“No slime, pinkie promise,” Remus said before launching himself into Roman’s arms. He hadn’t gotten a hug in so long he’d almost forgotten what it felt like, his brother was so warm- were people usually that warm? Or was that just because he hadn’t had a hug in so long he’d forgotten what it felt like?

“I’m so useless, Re,” Roman muttered into his shoulder after a long moment of silence which Roman must've been using to think himself into a dark shadowy pit, “I’m- I’m such a pathetic little-”

“Hey!” Remus interrupted him, smacking him on the shoulder as hard as he could, “I’ll have to beat you up with my morningstar if you keep talking shit about my brother like that,”

Roman laughed, but it was wet and kind of sad and Remus realised a little too late that he was crying, “Thanks, Re…”

“You’re welcome! Now- who made you think that? I just wanna talk,” Remus said in a way that was as threatening as possible even as he stood in the middle of the room hugging his tearful brother.

“No one, I suppose, myself, maybe,” Roman said quietly, “I just… can’t put anything down on paper that’s good enough, you know? I’m the one they expect to come up with all the great ideas and there’s just… nothing there,”

“That…” Remus said quietly, “Um, might actually be my fault, which by definition would make me the one who isn’t good enough,”

“No, absolutely not,” Roman said, smacking him in the same way as him, “If I don’t get to be self-deprecating neither do you, brother,”

“That just takes out all the fun!” Remus whined, “Maybe we’re both just useless fucks,”

“Yeah… maybe,”

“You were supposed to disagree with me, dickhead,” Remus smacked him again, the physical contact from the hug was nice and… well he could get used to this, It may be the one secret he’d take to his grave, but he actually really missed being close with his brother, Maybe he could let himself dare to hope that this would be the beginning of getting that back.

“Here’s an idea,” Roman said quietly, pulling back from the hug a little- but not quite enough for Remus to get annoyed with the loss of his human furnace brother, “What if we worked together? We could- I dunno- help each other brainstorm or something. Maybe? I mean- I don’t want to be annoying or anything so if you don’t wan-”

“Roman,” Remus said, “Shut the fuck up and remember who you’re talking to, you’re not the annoying one, that’s my job,”

“So… brainstorming?” Roman asked, the hopeful look on his face almost making Remus want to vomit with something that wasn’t negative, though he couldn’t quite identify the feeling either.

“You’re never getting rid of me now, RoRo,” Remus grinned. Before he heard Roman’s stomach make a noise that more befitted a great beast, their eyes met slowly, “Ro… how long has it been since you last ate?”

“I… um…” Roman said before he began to mumble and count on his fingers, “Yesterday… lunchtime? Maybe… I can’t remember,”

Remus shook his head, fishing something out from his pocket, “Unacceptable, here, have a deodorant stick,”

“Remus I can’t eat this,” Roman said, giving him a look, Remus rolled his eyes so far he was pretty sure he saw the inside of his brain.

“ Fine ,” He pouted, snatching the stick back, “But don’t think you’re getting out of eating that easily, c’mon we’re gonna raid the kitchen!”

And, in a feat of childish dramatics that only Roman could pull off, he dropped to the floor in a heap, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead as he mimicked a woeful expression.

“I can’t,” Roman said, voice breathlessly, “I mustn't I’m simply far too tired and hug-deprived,”

“Dork,” Remus shook his head before tutting, “We’re going whether you like it or not,”

“Wait-”

Remus bent down and in one easy sweep grabbed Roman’s ankles, by which he dragged his brother out of the door. Thankfully Roman didn’t struggle, just let himself be dragged along the hallway with a pouty face and crossed arms. Remus deposited him on the floor in the kitchen before striding over to the fridge to begin attempting to work out what the hell normal people ate- he usually just ate deodorant with the occasional mouldy bread or gone off milk (it added to the flavour).

In the end, he’d emerged from the fridge with an amalgamation of foodstuffs. A tub of ice cream, a packet of apples and a block of cheese. Next, he searched the cupboards, finding some non-mouldy bread, a banana, an entire basket draw of crisp packets and a packet of chocolate-coated biscuits. It wasn’t his style, but he was sure Roman would be fine with it.

“You’re gonna have to get yourself to the couch,” Remus said, kicking Roman’s leg on his way as his arms were full, “I’m gonna find some shit on the TV to put on.”

“Mkay…” Roman mumbled, picking himself up from the floor and wandering over to the couch, snapping some blankets into existence. Remus managed to find a channel that was only playing Family Guy reruns for the next five hours and put those on, thinking they could both use a bit of a laugh at stupid slightly controversial jokes.

Together they sat on the sofa, picking at the horrible range of snacks Remus had found until Roman fell asleep and Remus took a moment to wonder when his brother had slept last. Remus might be used to having the worst sleep schedule in the mindscape, but that didn’t mean he wanted the same for his brother. Thinking about sleep he should probably do that too, but his room still smelled disgustingly clean so he couldn’t go back there and besides, it was comfy and warm here.

In the end, he decided he would just lie down on top of his brother and fall asleep there, it was better than nothing, right?

—-

Both of their days had ended on a far better note than they had started, just from helping each other out just that little bit. Roman thought that he should really check up on his brother more often. Remus lay on top of him in the dark commons, snoring loudly and drooling a little onto the blanket, which was disgusting but… Roman could tolerate it. Going to Remus today might have been the best thing he could have done and maybe…

Maybe their broken relationship was mendable after all.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #roman sanders #ts roman #ts remus #remus sanders #creativitwins #rowans writings

[msookyspooky]

Chapter 22 had me on the EDGE of my freaking seat. The only one I was right about was Neil, I was 100% positive it was him. I was positive it would only be one or 2 killers, but I did contemplate 3 of them existing. I just thought it was more likely that there was one or two lollll Roman and Angelina being involved surprised me, Roman and Randy were my only other serious suspects, but I was pretty positive Randy wasn't involved and I'm so glad I was right 😭😭 I only suspected Angelina for 5 seconds and then forgot about her.

OFC Billy chokes me out and nearly breaks my wrist for DARING to question his authority 🙄 I HATE THEM BRO. These two tried to get us to help kill Randy and then have the audacity to act like the victim.... GOOD GRIEF. Billy def gave us James PTSD flashbacks. I was gasping for air, my feet barely on the floor, and Stu's just like 🧍‍♂️ I fed you, let you sleep in my house, didn't shoot you, and THIS is the thanks I get? I hope Mark shoots ya'll-speaking of Mark, he really does care. I hope Billy and Stu saw Mark sacrifice himself for us bc THATS THE KIND OF MAN WE DESERVE 🙃 when Mark leaned down last chapter I was like 'Mark, baby, lean down a little more so we can get this party started' 😏

Ngl I'm still paranoid Randy is Neil's partner. I feel like maybe we're not outta the woods yet...I have multiple predictions for next chapter. 1. Randy 100% is dying. Manz is past his expiration date. Remember how in Sequels Suck Ray told Y/n that he would "make the nerd the hero for once?" If Randy really loves us as his bestie, then he 100% would be willing to die to protect us. Randy doesn't wanna be the nerd, he wants to be the main man for once 🥺🥺 he regrets not being able to protect us already. 2. Mark 100% dies. He just knows too much, and he has a HUGE target on his back. I really can't see him getting out of this. Still wanna go on a date tho 🥺 3. Dewey LIVES. If Ray dies, Y/n still needs someone normal in her life. 4. Gale I'm kind of conflicted on. She has Stu's file, so she has a target on her back, but she's also like a roach in a suit 🤣 I feel like it's too early to kill her off. It would make sense for her to never give up trying to find out if Billy and Stu are alive...so I'm gonna go with she lives. If Randy and Mark actually die, then I'm 100% positive she'll survive.

THANK YOU!! Yep, Neil was ALWAYS going to be a Ghostface the second I decided in Set Up to have an open ending with the Sherrif telling us "Two dead teenage girls and three bodies unfound." Congrats on guessing Neil!! I had so many guesses in my ask even Cherri was lookin sus at one point ☠️

Roman was decided halfway through and Angelina was last minute...Like...That chapter lmfao bc the more I rewatched 3 the more she was so obviously meant to be a killer! Even her death scene was vague! But I left it open to interpretation if her and Roman were just partners or lovers

And ikr? I mean, I guess these are the same guys that killed their smokin hot girlfriends and Billy's reason was bc of what Sidney's MOM DID and Stu helped off Tatum cause...He was Bored??? Like, they are as apathetic and ungrateful as it gets. Fuck everything we've sacrificed for them bc their thoughts and feelings come first 🙄😒 All they know is they're sleep deprived (Like we aren't, fuckfaces?!) and they're stressed out they'll go to jail (Again...Us too) and they have obvious mental issues out the gate and that we betrayed them again. We triggered them something awful when we 'turned against them' when they were starting to trust us and we fought back. LIKE WE HAD A CHOICE. But, in their fucked up minds, they come before anyone else + the more ppl they eliminate from Woodsboro that could be the killers; the better their chances of escape are w/o being caught by police. And then when we went to police (AGAIN...WHAT FUCKING CHOICE DO WE HAVE HERE?) that was like the ULTIMATE betrayal. They are so hard to write sometimes bc I would love for them to be normal guys in love instead of whatever the fuck we got but they are not~

I ship us with Mark and just like Ray last story it low key hurts that polyghostface is end game. Mark would treat us so right he actually feels like a perfect choice unlike Derek or hell maybe even Ray...Like, it pains me so. 🥲

I can't say anything more but Gale being as invincible as a 🪳 in a suit made me giggle 🤭🤣

#terrible trilogy spoilers

[heliobitchio]

Mindscapes, pt. 2

Roman rests a hand on the hilt of his sword, glancing over at the morning dawn. His home doesn’t sync with the cycle outside, instead, the rising sun signifies the end of his battles with his brother and Thomas’s waking up. He sighs quietly, grateful he’s won another night. After his brother breached his defenses that time, he’s never wanted that kind of strain on Patton and Virgil ever again.

He walks forward into the grass, stepping away from the shadow of Notre Dame, his home base. He watches the woods, seeing Leo and Festus, then Robin Hood, then Pooh walk by the many trees. Bambi should be in there somewhere, but he’s usually more hidden than the others. Wall-E’s container lights up, so Logan must be back on his computer. His eternal work. Roman then sees the Pantheon light at the top of the hill- Virgil’s watchful eyes, beginning to return.

After his three hours of sleep, he heads out on Pegasus to attend to the chores of the day. First he checks in with the Romans, his young demigods that guard the far reaches of his domain. The report comes in well, but he runs into a face he didn’t want to-

“Hey! Roman!”

Roman backs up, trying to get to his horse. “Sleep, I- look-”

“You keep making up so many damn characters! And look, I love my life, but that-” Sleep gestures at Picani in the background, trying to wrangle the Shorts into line. “That’s completely unfair, man.”

“I told you, I’ll work on it- there’s not much I can do when we have to feed the algorithm, okay?”

“Okay my ass.” Sleep grabs Roman’s collar. “Fix it or I’ll fix you.”

“Okay, okay!” Roman swats Sleep's arms away, jumping onto Pegasus before Sleep can grab him again. “... good God. I can’t control the way Thomas works, as much as I’d like to. I just… ride the lightning.”

Speaking of. Here he comes, zipping by on the cloud Jason gave him. Roman still doesn’t know if that was a good idea. “Report?”

Virgil shrugs. “Thomas is editing today. Should be on auto. I’ll let you know if Twitter or something gets in the way. Also Logan wants that new script by noon.”

“Of course.” Roman sighs irritably. “Tell him I’ll get right on it.”

“Alright, I’ll lie through my teeth.”

“Virgil-! … and he’s gone.”

Roman wheels Pegasus around, since he hadn’t been paying attention when talking to Virgil. He had strayed over the woods, and nearly into Remus’s half of the domain. Maleficent’s castle looms in the near distance, and he shudders as the streaks of green pierce the sky as warning. 

“... He’s so dramatic.”

Roman rolls his eyes and lands Pegasus in Simba’s field, letting him eat some grass as he walks over to the King of Beasts, bowing his head. “Any casualties from last night?”

Simba shakes his mane, yawning quietly. “No, Nala hasn’t said anything. Neither has Bambi. If we need you, you know we’ll let you know.”

“Yes, I…” Roman raises a hand as wind whistles through his hair. “... Get down!”

Simba crouches as Roman jumps, crossing his arms. The golden light of his Shield appears, the huge emblem protecting himself and Simba as green fire suddenly bursts overhead. He looks up to see a dragon flying by, one of his brother’s. He grins, unsheathing his sword when his Shield dissipates, jumping up and jamming it into the dragon’s claw, making it pitch and wheel. 

He hangs on, wind whistling around him, dragging the sword upward to climb. Then he yanks himself up onto the claw, jumping once more to drive it into the belly of the beast.

The dragon turns upside-down and Roman uses the momentum to yank his sword downward, green blood and guts flying as he expertly twists, keeping it off his uniform. He pitches one last strike, then…

Falling…

He lands in a roll, jumping up as the body crashes behind him in a boom. He flicks his hair back, sighing quietly as he sheathes his sword after cleaning it on his sash.

He’s getting bolder, if he’s attacking during the day-

“Prince?”

Roman glances over at Simba, smiling. “Oh, don’t fret. I will always be here to protect our Creative Mania.”

#sanders sides #roman sanders #writing

[transitofmercury]

This is the ultimate Crossover of Mercury's Interests post, with limited explanation of what exactly I'm going on about on the medical drama side, but I've been having some thoughts about similarities between Atti/Orla and Sah/Teddy (my Casualty OTP).

I really do have a type when it comes to characters I obsess over, my Brainrot Characters™ of the past 3 years (Orla, Katherine, Teddy) are all following in the footsteps of a parental figure (Orla will have to lead the tribe after her dad, Katherine has gone into journalism like her father, Teddy canonically became a paramedic because of his aunt) and are far more similar to those parental figures than they realise or would even like to admit, and have loyalty/conflicting loyalties and duty as an important part of how I view their characters.

Orla and Teddy are even more alike - a bit impulsive with ambitions that mean putting themselves in danger to keep others safe, much to the despair of their overprotective parents, though they have other relatives who are more supportive of their warrior/paramedic dreams, they’re both ~almost~ Welsh. I also ship both of them with their best friends.

Yet, there's something so different about how I view Atti/Orla and how I view Sah/Teddy and I've finally figured out what it is. If you just put Sah and Teddy in Atti and Orla's place - Jan (Teddy's maternal-figure aunt) as the leader of the tribe, Teddy as her heir, Sah as their Roman prisoner he has befriended. Teddy would've sacrificed Sah. He absolutely would've killed them if Jan told him to. He'd feel really bad about it but he'd still do it for Jan's approval. It's just an extreme, ancient form of him taking Jan's side after Thin Green Line. This is more about pre-recent-events (Switzerland) Teddy and Jan, but even now with Teddy being mad at Jan, he's still so focussed on her and the rest of their family (Gethin) that it definitely played a role in his relationships with Sah and Paige falling apart in this recent miniseries because I don't think either of them understood what's going on with him (Gethin is Jan's ex-husband, Paige is Teddy's ex-fiancée). I guess I love relationships including characters that are really caught up in their family and familial loyalty and ideas of duty because you can have the dedication of Orla's "I will stand by my family in everything, but I'm choosing you over them" for Atti, and the tragedy of Teddy's "I have nearly died for you, but I'll still always choose my family over you" for Sah.

I also think the big difference is that Atti and Orla both do so many things to make sure they end up together. With Sah and Teddy, it’s like there’s always this imbalance. In series 36/early-37, Teddy keeps reaching out to and doing stuff for Sah and they keep pushing him away and by late-series-37/38 it has swapped over, Sah keeps doing things for Teddy and he keeps pushing them away. In Sah’s final episode it swaps all over again, with Teddy asking them to stay and Sah telling him they should just get on with their lives (unsaid but clear: “without each other”). It’s like: despite everything working against them, Atti and Orla both made sure they ended up together and despite every opportunity they had, Sah and Teddy were never willing to both give what it took.

Ah, my beloved happily-married ancients and my beloved doomed-to-never-talk-again paramedics.

#cas fandom you don’t see this #no one can disagree with my cas takes over here #theres another layer to it with atti and orla because i think their families are symbolic of their wider roman and british cultures #not tagging this with either fandom IT'S TOO CROSSOVER-Y don't want anyone to see it over in the cas fandom #Crossover of Mercury's Interests #thats the tag #mercury posting

[kandadiff]

Van Der Wulff - Hours in Christmas

~ 1 Am Christmas Day ~

"Are you and your companion okay, mr Mendes?" One of the crew members asked Shawn as he settled down in the makeshift bed of the private jet. He has red hair, cut into a formal style and his way of standing made him seem oddly professional in this laid back space. He was grateful that, like his own father, Roman's family was involved in illicit arms deals overseas - meaning the people who worked for them knew how to keep their mouths shut.

"Yes, thank you." The man bowed slightly and was about to close the door when Shawn quickly pulled out a $50 bill from his jeans pocket and handed it to the man. "Thank you again for helping me with the meds. She gets nervous on flights - its better that she just stay asleep." The red head nodded thanking him for the tip before leaving you and Shawn alone.

Shawn moved over to where you were laying down and pushed the covers lovingly over your sleeping form. The pills of Xanax sat on teh nightstand along with the Xanax laced water the had you drink as soon as you were coming back into consciousness. He was grateful for roman's lack of questions, because he was coming up with a plan on the fly. Good thing he wasn't to bad at it.

He knew Greece would be the location that would be the safest to take you at. Of course it was because unlike you, he spoke Greek. He was secretly thankful his father loved history so much and instead on so many trips to Greece when he was growing up. They learned the language together - it was a good bonding experience he always remembered with a smile. Now it would really help him.

In Greece you would only communicate with people that spoke English and everyone who worked at the house his father bought there was indebted to Negan.. They would listen to Shawn to a tee as long as he spoke fondly of them to him. They would not help you leave. The calls he made just two hours ago reinforced their loyalty to him. He had told the woman who worked for him to go buy enough clothes, accessories and makeup for two weeks and for all occasions in your size. He was sent a picture of few minutes ago that they were nearly done. He even asked his most trusted man, Stefanos, to order you three wedding dresses.

Yes, this was the only way. He wasn't sure what Xavier had on you bur whatever it was would never compare to the power his father had - and by extension him. He could handle Edward, after all to him Edward was his fathers plaything - something to make Shawn work harder and after this trip once he had you all to himself he would and prove to Negan once he was ready to retire it would go to him. He would keep Ed too - just to taunt him with you. He'd demote him to some lowly drug dealer and he would show you off as his wife and partner. He'd do the same with his piss stain of a god father.

That thought made Shawn smile as he settled under the silken sheets provided by the crew. His brown eyes found his phone screen laughing to himself as it pinged with a note from his sister, Ellia sent in a group text.

Ellie : MERRY CHRISTMAS FAMILY! 🎅🏻🎄❄️ WILL BE ARRIVING IN A COUPLE OF HOURS. LOVE YOU ALL!

Love you too Ellie.

Shawn responded and silenced responses. He would miss seeing his sister this Christmas but everything he bought her was all under teh tree.He chuckled at the thought, shit everything he bought you is under your tree as well. You'd have to open it when you were Mrs. Mendes.

Shawn looked at your sleeping form and a rush of tenderness overcame him and as he pulled you over to him and you settled into him. He knew he was making the right choice. Sure it might look complicated but you'd never ever meet another man like him. Willing to take charge and erase all those assholes from your life. No, you'd never meet another him - he was perfect for you. Sure he made mistakes before but not anymore. With that thought still in his head, Shawn held you tight to him and kissed your forehead. "We'll have a wonderful life."

~ 2 AM Christmas Day ~

Following a disastrous meeting of Rio and her parents a few days ago Makayla had been in a high-funtioning depressive slump. Caught between the love (and fear) she had of her parents and the love she had for Rio.

She ignored him for three days, the worst thoughts she had every thought about herself were pushed to the forefront of her mind and assaulted her at a rapid fire pace. What could she tell him? 'I'm sorry my parents hate you? I'm sorry you chose to be with a loser drug addict? I'm sorry I'm a stupid girl with foolish dreams who never learn?' Shame covered her from head to toe and she hated that feeling and did not want to drag him into this. He probably didn't want her anyway. Why would he? She came with mountains of baggage. He deserved better and she was getting what she deserved.

She had went to sleep early last night hoping to escape her thoughts, but as soon as she opened her eyes at 1 in the morning. They were right there with her again. She moved to the kitchen hoping a sleep tea would help her get rest but instead was met with Rio walking into the house, just as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Rio stood by the doorway watching her closely. The diamond and ruby bracelet he had gotten her as an early Christmas gift still adorned her wrist and it seemed to be the only jewelry on her. So she didn't move on? As she moved her eyes scanned her neck for any marks left by another. He didn't think there was someone else but paranoia had gotten the better of him since she was ignoring his calls and texts. When she looked up at him, his heart ached for her. Her chestnut brown eyes looked up guilty at him, like a child who was just caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Are you ready to talk?" He couldn't help the cool tone in his voice, he was upset with her. She hung her head in shame. "You've been ignoring my calls and texts. I had to make sure you were okay." He looked at her, her dark hair covering her face as she stared at her hands. He waited for a few moments. "Should we talk about you ignoring me?" He heard a small sniffle and despite his cold tone, he felt his chest tighten. Was it over? He waited a few moments and said her name. "Makayla, let's talk." She nodded. "I was worried about you, why did you ignore me?"

She looked up at him with teary eyes and motioned for him to follow her to the living room couch. "Because my parents hate you and its embarrassing! I am embarrassed!" He straightened up preparing himself for what was to come. She was going to leave him, because of her parents? Did they mean that much to her? She couldn't leave him! He loved her- maybe he could get rid of them- "Like, you're a great man, Rio, You helped me, you care about me, you treat me like a princess and I thought that would finally be enough for them. Hey, Makayla is happy lets be happy for her, we are her parents thats all we should want. But its not! I am still there biggest disappointment. An addict loser," she wiped her tears that were now streaming down her cheeks. "they don't know you and they hate you because of me! because they don't think I can make any good choices and thats not fair to you! My parents hate you and I feel so terrible because its my fault!" she sobbed into her hands unable to look at him.

Rio wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pulling her shaking form to him. Tears wet his collar as he sobbed into his neck but he kept her close, stroking her hair. They stood like that until Makayla calmed a bit, her crying hiccups faded and she clung to him like a koala to a tree. "Darling," his voice saying her nickname made her look up at him. He wiped a tear away. "You're not a loser. You are so far away from being a loser. You are an incredible, bright and kind person and your parents do not deserve a person like you. Them, not liking me, is not on you. It is on them. I don't need their approval to love you, I just need yours. And I do love you Makayla and I fall in love with you more and more each day. Every story, every laugh, every tear makes me love you more. If they can't see that, then they don't deserve you. You're better then them."

"I wish."

"You are." he said with such conviction she looked away. Then settled into his arms, burrowing herself on his lap. Small sobs still left her body as she attempted to calm herself but it became less and less as he soothed her.

"I love you." she whispered up at him and took his hand in hers. "Please don't leave."

~ 3am Christmas Day ~

Having parents around was less dramatic for Katya. At least with her family, since her mother passed she was incredibly close to her family and saw them quite often. However, she didn't know that it would be other parents that would be her problem this week.

As soon as Taehyung returned from Korea, he apologized for everything and practically begged for her back. She would be a big liar if she said she didn't still care about him - possibly even love him. He asked to give him another chance. So she decided that she would but it would go very slow and he was not to tell anyone and she told no one either.

But when his very traditional parents came from Korea to visit she was reminded why it was a problem in the first place. They looked down at her - she wasn't Korean which meant she wasn't worth wasting time on and when his father told her that much she left BTS's house leaving her Christmas gift for V. He had stormed after her. Which is why they sat in V's warm car just down the block from her home at 3am on Christmas.

"Katya" he held her hand tight in his. She wasn't squeezing back - to tired or to upset to deal with it. "Katya, I have made mistakes but being with you has never been one. I won't loose you again-"

"It is not about that!" She snapped at him. Her accent becoming thicker and she wondered if he could still understand her. "You can love me all the way to the sun but it does not stop your parents from hating me! I will never be the perfect girl for you to them and that I could be okay with but you cannot be! you broke us up because of them! they have not changed but you have?" She shook her head and folded her hands over her chest. Her aqua eyes bored into his so strongly he had to look away.

It wasn't untrue that V still loved Katya. Being in Korea for three months just made him miss her more. None of the girls he tried to use to get over her ever compared to her. And it was going well for a while until his parents came with all there traditional values. And he loved his parents and he loved Katya but she was right. He couldn't have both happy. "You're right." he admitted and her eyes softened to sadness. "I want both but I can't have it." He squeezed her hand and this time she squeezed it back. "I'm sorry." he said "I don't know what to do."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "When you know, tell me." With that she got out of the car and headed back to the house. He followed her in the car closely watching her go inside before heading back home. His thoughts like a hurricane in his head.

~ 4am Christmas Day ~

After the rumors about her swirled around her parents and they belittled her for her sexuality Draven had told them to leave. They fought with her and said they were going to stay but they left early yesterday morning and to celebrate her and Jiwoo went out drinking at Slaughter.

She didn't even make it to her room she was so exhausted from the night - that as soon as she entered the house around 3:30 she fell asleep on the couch. Or at least tried too.

BAM! Something fell just above her head. She groaned and turned over on the couch. The Christmas tree lights illuminating around her with blinking colorful lights. She waited for someone to come down the stairs with broken pieces of whatever fell or maybe they needed a midnight snack but no one came down. She grumbled to herself and pulled the afghan over her body attempting to sleep again.

THUMP! BAM! Another noise - coming directly above her. "My god!" She moaned and waited for a moment trying to remember who's room was just above her. It was yours. "Fucking Adi!" She stood up, pausing a moment while her brain adjusted to the fuzziness in her head. She stomped up the stairs and threw open your door. Her eyes scanning over your room before she gasped at the figure in your room - way too tall to be you. She quickly flicked on the light and adjusted her rings in case she had to swing. The light caught the golden hair of Xavier looking at her with surprise. The window was open and a few of your decorations lay on the floor.

"Its just me." He said and she looked at him confused.

"Why did you go through the window?" She asked her head pounding. She caught a look at herself in the mirror in teh corner of the room and shook her head. She did not want to deal with this tonight. Where the fuck were you? she looked around for you but the bed didn't hold your sleeping body and the bathroom door just down the hallway was open.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone would answer the door this late and I usually see Adi this way-" he laughed and Draven motioned to the bed where you weren't. "I was going to surprise her in the morning." He held up a bag of Christmas gifts. "I think she's at the hotel with her parents."

"lucky her." Draven said dryly. "Just keep it down. I'm trying to sleep." She said and he nodded watching as she closed teh door and headed to her room.

~ 5 AM Christmas Day ~

There was a reason certain people could do bad things and not be caught. It was easy for Luther to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. To teh outside world, He was a model citizen, a wonderful award winning professor, a humble man, a great father - who had hit hard times and was in a sort of separation from his wife. Who practically everyone labeled a ‘dumb bitch’ while he shook his head in polite disagreement. He was good at playing the part of a good man. 

He easily gave my passport to the border check, passing off my passed out form in the backseat as much needed napping. The syringe he used to dope me up with sedative hidden in his messenger bag. But to him it was worth the risk.

It was like being on drugs when he was with me. Hyped and delirious. I was a drug, something that starts in small doses but quickly becomes not nearly enough. According to him, my very being demanded his attention, demanded that he see me and crave me.

He knew this could only go one of two ways, he'd get his way and we would marry. Keep a long honeymoon in Mexico and return to town happily married. I'd leave that foolish school, leave Funhouse to Naomi and maybe have a kid or three. That was his best hope - or it could be the way which the would lay out as soon as the sedative wore off.

He parked in the attached garage of the Mexican house his grandfather had left him years ago. He loved it here - his happiness memories were made her and he hoped there would be more. He unloaded the bags setting his own up in the bedroom and mine in the guest room. Though he knew I probably wouldn't be there for every long not until it settled in that this could only go two ways.

He picked me up and gently placed my limp body on the guest room bed. He wanted this to be pure. His eyes raked over my sleeping form but he was determined to do this right. No sleeping together until the wedding night and he would get rid of this trashy fashion. He sneered down at my dress. 'Could it even be considered a dress? the fabric was thin and why was it two contrasting bright colors - no no this would not do.'

He undid one of the suitcases he packed full of new clothes that he considered appropriate. He quickly pulled off the dress, forcing himself to just place on the new dress. A longer one, up to my knees with a v neck in a pale pink. He smiled and moved to the kitchen to toss out the rag I had been wearing before.

He was caught a bit off guard when he heard a thump in the guest room. Rushing over there he saw me sitting up in bed. My hair was a mess in front of my face, covering the large bruise on my forehead that he immediately regretted when he did it. But he had no choice. He smiled when I looked up at him confused. He knew I'd be weak or nauseous for a few minutes until the sedative wared off.

"Luther" my voice was small and dry from lack of use. He quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and bringing it back to me. He opened it and handed it to me. I looked at it wearily, he took a sip showing it wasn't tainted and I drank from it hearty. He waited until I was done and sat next to me. "Where are we?" So I didn't remember?

"Merry Christmas, my snowflake. We are in Mexico, sweetheart." He said moving my hair from my face. God, he wanted to kiss me. Maybe a kiss wouldn't be so bad. A kiss wasn't that bad - he could still make me pure - we just couldn't sleep together. "You might be a little disoriented. The sedative has that effect."

"Sedative?" I asked blinking slowly. My body felt weak, almost numb. My mind felt hazy, like a thick gray foggy that was trying to dissipate as quickly as possible. Even in my daze, my body felt something was wrong. I needed to go. It was dangerous here. This was a dangerous place. Go! Where was I? Why was I here? Why was Luther here? "Where is everyone?" I asked sitting stiffly next to me. I looked around "Hello?!" I shouted. My voice was still hoarse but it was loud enough. "Hello!"

"Stop." he ordered but I didn't. Instead I stood back up and went towards the door and looked around.

"Hello!" I was scared. I didn't know this place and looking around I could tell no one was in it. But us. I was in Mexico with a man I didn't trust. He stood up and grabbed my arm and the memories of last night came flooding back.

I felt his presence behind me and I felt like vomiting. my heart was beating wildly in my chest and my eyes darted all over the place. Looking for an exit. I spotted what looked like the front door and started to run.

I was still feeling the effects of the sedative and Luther reached me before I even came close to the door. I screamed and tried to push him off me but he dragged me back to the guest room. His voice calmly telling me to "Stop screaming." I couldn't stop. I screamed for him to get off of me as I felt my back hit the bed. I punched and clawed at him as I shrieked. "fine if you don't stop." My wail was hushed by his lips over mine and he pulled me to him. Kissing me like we were lovers. I hit him as hard as I could in the face hitting his eye and he let me go for a minute. I tried to get back to the door but he grabbed me by my hair and clamped his large hand over my mouth.

He dragged me harshly by my hair and moved to the door I nearly escaped to. "You need to listen!" he flung open the door and yanked me down the stairs into a darker room. He flung me towards a wall. I groaned as I hit the tile and a bright light flooded my vision. I scrambled up and saw this room was modeled like a bedroom. A small cot sat in the corner along with a book shelf, a nightstand and a small shower and toilet.

I looked back at him and his eyes softened. "No." I cried out.

"I know you're scared and you want to go home. I'll take you home soon but you have to listen to me." he said but I couldn't. I couldn't stay down here. I ran towards the door but he stopped me. "No, no, no listen." He ordered. "Please stop, Snowflake - just listen. if you keep fighting then I'll have to leave you here until you calm down." I ignored him and kept screaming, feeling my vocal chords ache and he shook his head disappointed. He shoved me back hard until I fell back. "I'm going to leave you until you can calm down." I screamed again but then he looked back at me a small smirk on his lips as he looked back at me. "With the door shut no one can hear anything down here. I sound proofed it myself so go ahead and scream and shout if you want. You won't bother anyone."

~ 6 AM CHRISTMAS DAY ~

The Grecian weather was nothing short of paradise and when you felt the sun on your face. Your eyes fluttered open and given the luxury of the room - for a minute you thought you were back in France. At one of your mothers friends fancy houses that she insisted everyone stay at after they drank their weight in wine.

You sat up looking around and jumped when you saw a maid fluffing teh curtains in teh corner. When she heard you shift she turned around and gave a small smile she spoke with an accent you couldn't identify but you would make out what she was saying. "Good morning, Mrs. Mendes. What would you like for breakfast?"

~

**Extra

bedroom you're in & the bedroom I am in without the window for mine

[dirtydawnie]

I’ve been thinking of Roman a lot since I saw him last and we talked. I do miss him. Well, I miss the good times with him. The bad, they can go to hell, like I told him to do many times. I’ve been thinking back, over the good times. And the sex. Which was good. Better than good. Phenomenal.

I sometime find myself just standing with a grin on my face and a blush to my cheeks because those memories invade my mind. A day spent in the arms of a dead man. A night that still makes me blush.

I woke up like normal, not when the sun was out like any normal girl, but when it set. I was keeping vampire hours and wasn’t really minding it. I had to wiggle my way out from under Roman, he had me tucked under him like I was a pillow. He always did that. Just as I thought I had gotten away, I felt his cool arms tighten around me. So he was awake too. I gave up on getting up for now and just enjoyed his touch, nuzzling back into his body. Content to snuggle my vampire.

He had other ideas.

My back was to him, my soft curves molded to his cool and firm body. First I felt those tender lips on the back of my neck, then fangs trailing over my skin, making me shiver with want. He slid his hand slowly from the curve of my hip, over my breasts to my chin. He turned my face and captured my lips in a kiss that was demanding but not rough. I whimpered softly into his mouth, letting my tongue touch his fangs as I rolled to face him. His hand had moved from my chin to the back of my neck and he had total control of me. Seven hundred years had made him perfect the art of kissing, and I was glad I was laying down right now, or I’d be weak at the knees.

My tanned skin was getting flushed and I felt warmer than normal, I didn’t need words from Roman, and he needed none from me. Our ritual to wake up was my favorite part of the night. Most couples shared coffee and good morning chit chat, Roman and I had a much more satisfying routine. Our bodies were pressed close together, mine warming his to a normal temperature as we touched each other, teasing at first, lips never parting. Fingers brushing over nipples, sliding over curves or firm muscled flesh. Teasing and tracing every inch of flesh, we knew each other so well, and knew how to tease and torment one another until we were weak with wanting. My breathing fast and ragged, him not breathing at all.

I could not get enough of him sometimes, and this was a time I didn’t even try to stop myself wanting him. I needed his touch, his fangs, all of him. I tangled my fingers into those unruly blond locks of his and locked my brown eyes with his blue, smirking slowly as I pushed his head down, down, down to my thighs. One hand in his hair and the other tracing over that artery he loved so much as my legs parted for him. I never minded giving Roman a hot breakfast when he rose for the evening. Not when I got so much in return. He flashed me that wicked grin that made my insides tremble in lust before setting his fangs to that sweet spot on my thigh. Teasing me more as his hands, so strong and yet still gentle, drifted down my body, sweeping over my skin while his fangs pierced my flesh, making me arch back. The pain so exquisite and erotic at the same time. I twisted my hand in his hair and let loose a series of soft moans.

He drank from me, I tugged at his hair, and he did what I was practically begging for and slipped a cool finger inside of my most secret place. I arched back more, my body bowing up off the soft sheets as he tormented with those long and cool fingers. Sliding in and out slowly, rubbing over my core and making me shake. I was a slave in that moment. His, body and soul. I was nearly ready to release then, but he stopped drinking, licking at the wound in that seductive way. Staring up into my eyes as he did, I finally let myself relax, letting the sheet that I had balled in my fist go.

Roman didn’t let me recover long, his eyes still locked with mine, his voice rough and slightly accented, he whispered, “I’m not done yet.” I swallowed hard as he kissed over the new bite mark on my thigh, then higher, higher, until his lips replaced his fingers and I was lost again. Breathing fast as his expert tongue and fingers explored and ravaged me, I wanted him, so much. I murmured words of love between panted breaths and moans of pure bliss. He sent me over the edge, the first of many times, the promise in his eyes. I rode the waves of it and he kept going. Kissing my sacred places and making me writhe under him until I was shivering and trembling.

While I came down from the peak he had led me over, his lips, so cool on my flushed and hot skin made their way slowly, achingly slowly, up. Lingering over the places I was most sensitive; just under my belly button, over my tight, hard nipples, the soft spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He didn’t stop until his lips met mine, my juices still on his tongue as we kissed, my hunger for him still raging despite the release I had.

I needed Roman, but he was in a teasing mood. Wanting to make me beg. I would before it was over. He sat up in out four poster bed and lifted me over his lap. He stroked over my hair, pressing my face to the sheets, then he slid those hands over every curve of my back, so gentle, until he caressed the curve of my bottom. He lingered there a moment before drawing his hand back and slapping my ass, just enough to sting and make me whimper. He gave a low growl at my reaction. He teased his other hand between my legs where I was already drenched from before, his fingers finding that spot that makes me instantly flushed and hot. He leaned in, his long blond hair mixing with my brown locks, his fingers still teasing as he whispered, “I’m going to spank you, and you’ll beg me for more. You’re going to beg for everything tonight.”

His every whispered word rose heated goose bumps over my body, I didn’t have time to make any response before he was slapping over my cheeks, the sound loud, the sting hurting and making me wetter than I thought possible, coating his teasing fingers, all at the same time. I was bucking against his hand while it teased me and rising to meet his every slap, whimpering and moaning, pain and pleasure two sides of the same coin. I was begging him with my body, but not yet my lips. I didn’t want the sweet torture to end yet.

He swatted harder still, my ass a rosy pink, his hand prints all over it. I was near my second release from the mix of pain and bliss that his fingers were providing. I finally, breathlessly, voiced what he wanted to hear. “Fuck, Roman. Harder. More. Pleeeease.” The last, purred out as a shudder racked my body, pure heaven as he gave me what I wanted and hurt me. Slaps too fast for the human eye to follow, making me cry out while I tried to grind against his hand and meet every slap at the same time. When he stopped, I was limp, covered in sweat, my hair falling in my eyes, eyes hazy with the the spell he had me under.

He didn’t let me recover this time. He had me on his lap and my legs around him before I could take a breath. His fangs at my neck, making me shiver again as I felt his hardness against my center, I let my arms wind around him while I slid my wet core over him, needing to feel him inside of me. I bit into his shoulder as I stretched to take him in, slowly rolling my hips to tease him now. He was growling, in that way that made me want him more. His voice low and gruff as he whispered a word assault of filth that made me ride him harder.

“You liked being spanked like a whore, didn’t you, my Lacey? You are a bad little girl, and I’m going to punish you more.” His tongue slid over the shell of my ear as he said these things, making me move my hips in a wild rhythm until he gripped them with his strong hands and slowed me, whispering things he wanted to do to me in my ear, guiding my hips to slowly ride him. “I’ll tell you what we’ll do tomorrow night, or later after our shower if you’re good… I want you to kneel and take my cock in your little pink mouth and fuck me with your mouth, swallow every drop. Don’t you spill any, or you’ll get spanked harder than you can handle. Then I want you to bend over my desk and let me fuck you there, again.” Each whispered word driving me wild, wanting nothing more than to shove him back and fuck him like the wild whore he compared me to.

I got my wish when he let me go and laid back, his hair spread over the pillow and his hands resting on my thighs. I began moving in a slow, teasing rhythm that got slowly faster. I took his hands and guided them over my belly to my breasts, letting him tease me while I rode him. Lifting my hips in a merciless pace, my head thrown back and a long moan leaving my throat. I felt like a goddess, letting his hands roam while I consumed him, the heat coming from my body warming his. I squeezed my legs around him and raked my nails over his chest, drawing beads of blood from wounds that healed nearly instantly. I was animalistic now, crouching over him, his face the picture of pure bliss as I rode harder, letting his hands bruise where they touched. I let a whimper of pleasure leave my lips when I kissed him again, no sweet and gentle kisses this time. This was a kiss of pure, raw hunger. Teeth, fangs, tongues, biting and growling.

I let him roll me to my back, meeting every thrust with my hips, crying out over and over as the dragon tattoo on his back flexed under my fingers. I drew yet more blood when my nails dragged over his back when he bit into my shoulder, taking just a few drinks before closing the wound. I wanted more of our pleasure/pain dance. I reached into his hair, pulled it back and bit his neck as our love making became rougher, more frantic, both on the edge of that abyss. Biting him and tasting his blood on my lips drove me over. I pulled away and kissed him hard, our bloods mingling in the kiss, his mouth taking in all of my cries as I came. I felt him spill into me, I tightened my legs to take every drop in, still kissing him and crying out into his mouth. He shuddered in my arms and gave one last growl as we both went into that state after sex, where opening your eyes seems too hard, let alone moving. Both satisfied beyond belief.

I shook myself out of the memory when I realized I’d been standing and staring at the necklace Roman gave me for our first, and only, Christmas. What was I doing? I blushed once more at how good we had been together before walking out of my bedroom and going about the rest of my day.

[saipparn]

Vanessa Paradis’ Net Worth Reveals the Settlement She Got After Her Split From Johnny Depp

Since her breakup with Johnny Depp after 14 years of dating. fans have wanted to know about Vanessa Paradis’ net worth and how much her settlement was from her billionaire husband.

Depp and Paradis met in 1998 while he was filming his movie, The Ninth Gate, in France. The two first saw each other at the Hotel Costes in Paris, where Depp was at with his director, Roman Palinski. “She was wearing a dress with an exposed back and I saw that back and that neck, and then she turned around and I saw those eyes, and — boom!” Depp told The Daily Mail in 2011 about the moment he and Paradis met . “My life as a single man was done.” The connection was strong, as he added, “You have this feeling — I can’t really explain what it was, but I had it when I met her. I saw her across a room and thought: ‘What’s happening to me?’”

Depp and Paradis, a singer and actress, went on to welcome two kids together: daughter Lily-Rose in 1999 and son Jack in 2002. In an interview with Extra in 2010, Depp explained why he and Paradis never married. “I never found myself needing that piece of paper,” he said. “Marriage is really from soul to soul, heart to heart. You don’t need somebody to say, okay you’re married.” In a 2006 interview with ABC News, Depp called his children a “real foundation, a real strong place to stand in life, in work, in everything. …You cannot plan the kind of deep love that results in children. Fatherhood was not a conscious decision. It was part of the wonderful ride I was on. It was destiny. All the math finally worked.”

In 2011, Depp about what it was like to be with Paradis for more than 13 years. “I see that the children are happy, healthy and seem to be on the right path in life,” Depp told The Daily Mail at the time. “And then I look at Vanessa, who’s incredibly supportive, loving and talented in all sorts of ways. She and I have been together for nearly 14 years, and, well, I can hardly believe it. It only seems like yesterday that we met.” He continued, “A glass or two of wine before dinner is my favorite thing, watching the sunset and the kiddies playing nearby. It’s perfection.’” A year later, a representative for Depp confirmed that he and Paradis had “amicably” split. “Please respect their privacy and, more importantly, the privacy of their children,” the representative said.

Depp and Paradis’ split came less than a year after he started dating Amber Heard, whom he married in 2015. After 15 months of marriage, Heard filed for divorce in 2016. She obtained a temporary restraining order against Depp, claiming that he abused her while under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Depp denied the accusations, and a $7 million settlement was reached out of court in August 2016. Heard pledged to donate the money to the ACLU and the Children’s Hospital of Los Angeles. “Our relationship was intensely passionate and at times volatile, but always bound by love. Neither party has made false accusations for financial gain. There was never any intent of physical or emotional harm,” the two aid in a joint statement at the time.

In 2018, Heard wrote an op-ed in The Washington Post about her experience with domestic abuse. While she didn’t mention Depp by name, many believed that the post was about her ex-husband. Depp sued Heard for $50 million for defamation in 2019, claiming that the op-ed cost him acting jobs, including his role in Walt Disney Pictures’ Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. The trial for the case started in 2022. But back to Vanessa Paradis’ net worth. So…how much is Vanessa Paradis’ net worth and what did she receive in her settlement from Johnny Depp? Read on for what we know about Vanessa Paradis’ net worth and what she’s said about Depp’s trial with Heard.

[foryoumyheroes]

Sharing is Caring

How [Midorya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Hawks] steal share food 

A/N: I miss eating out but what can you do? Please, if possible for you, continue to stay inside as much as you can! I’m saying this bc the actions in these headcanons are not pandemic-friendly LOL Also, crack-ish? 

Midoriya: 

Oh, what? This little angel can do no wrong, of course he would never take your food without asking and he rarely even asks for a bite of your food unless you offer it up. 

Always shares what his mom packed for the day as well as any other meal he has. 

Willingly eats the things you pick off your plate. You eat what he doesn’t like. A symbiotic relationship.  

Once you guys get to a comfortable part of your relationship he does do weird things in order to be closer to you. 

No matter what he uses the same soy sauce tray as you, even when there’s a perfectly good one right next to him. 

If you’re eating takeout and it’s a picnic or somewhere outside/inconvenient he will use the same chopstick as you. Just...you take a bite, pass the chopsticks, and go back and forth. 

Drinks from the same cup as you. Even if he’s pouring out a cup for everyone and pours a drink out for him too, he’ll drink from your cup and then once you guys are done with that you’ll both drink from his. 

He loves it whenever you guys do share food though!! It makes him [heart squeeze~] doing such a cutesy thing. He feels 100% more affectionate whenever this happens. 

He just likes being next to you. If you guys get street food and have to stab with the skewers into that tiny box or bag, it makes his day standing so close to you for a while. 

Of course, when he first did this he almost died every time because of the mental image of indirect kissing. 

Todoroki: 

It’s already canon that he offers up his precious soba whenever his close friends are feeling down. 

Honestly such a baby boy. 

This food sparks joy in me? It must do the same for them as well! 

But once you guys get into the extremely comfortable part of your relationship the words “my food” and “their food” get erased from his vocabulary and is now completely replaced with “our food.” 

When you guys go to a restaurant, you’re that couple that sits in the same booth seat, side-to-side, instead of across from each other. 

He only orders one dish. The waiter will just stand there until Todoroki will be like, “We’ll order another if we’re still hungry.” 

If you’re getting takeout, he’ll order two dishes but when you get home you’re still going to be sitting as close as ever eating from the same plate.

As a result every meal you have will always involve him sitting by your side. 

The kind of person that never orders the same dish as you if you’re eating together. 

It happens so frequently that Fuyumi bought this big old bowl for you two to eat from whenever you visit Endeavor’s house. 

You guys are so lovey-dovey and roman -- 🤮 romant -- 🤮🤮 I can’t even say it. 🤮🤮🤮🤮

I mean it’s kinda economical, saving all this money sharing a meal.  

Like a dog when they see you eat without them. 

If you guys are having lunch and he ends up sitting on the opposite end of the table from you, one sound of you cracking apart your chopsticks will have him noooming over to your side to eat some too. 

Quite honestly, if you try to eat without him he will physically fight you to take at least one bite too. He’s just jumping over you while you’re protecting your food from him like a football player with the ball. 

[Aizawa: so...do any of you want to tell me how [Name] gave Todoroki a black eye? 

Everyone starts talking over each other all at once while you’re saying, “I accidentally elbowed him in the face BUT that was my melonpan though!!” and Todoroki’s saying, “Our melonpan.”] 

Kinda cute though because it becomes something you kind of just expect. He’ll buy like a boba, take a sip, and then immediately give it to your awaiting hands so you could taste. 

Bakugou: 

The person you’re leeching food off of. 

He’s like, “FUCK off!” and “Get your own!” but we all know the truth 😊😊

Even tries to pass off his affections by saying that the portion you took from him doesn’t have the recommended nutritional balance so he gives you more meat/vegetables/rice to “even it out.” 

Sometimes he’ll even feed you straight from his chopsticks, just straight up shoving food in your mouth. He’ll be really aggressive and pushy but he’ll do it. 

If he wants your food, he’ll just gruffly say, “Give me that,” and snatch it. 

He anticipates you wanting to eat his food so even though he’s a spice fan he’ll tone it down for you when you steal some from him later in the day. 

[People will be like, “Wow he’s such a doting boyfriend.” 

And he’ll yell, “Mind your own shit! I don’t fucking feed [Name] all the time!” And then turn around to be like, “Here’s your napkin and I brought you utensils too.” sdfghkl] 

[He’ll refuse to give anyone else food, and he’ll say some BS like, “No one is eating this but me!” 

Kaminari is like, “but you’re sharing with [Name] right now!” 

Bakugou: what of it?] 

What if he lulls you into a false sense of security though. 

He’s been lowering the spice levels this entire time leading you to believe that you’re getting better at spice and your tolerance has gone up but one day he just suddenly spikes it with spice and nearly kills you. 

When you two cooked together you used to grab bites right in the middle of cooking and he told you off saying it was annoying but now he always calls you over to “taste test.” 

Hawks: 

This bastard. 

Obviously he steals food from you all the time. 

He even strategizes how to steal food from you in the most efficient way possible. 

In more casual restaurants he’ll guide you to the seat that’s closer to the counter/bathroom/water dispenser and constantly asks you to go pick stuff up for him. That’s when he strikes. 

Gets one of his feathers to tap you on the side/behind so when you turn your head he starts shoveling food when you aren’t looking. 

Doesn’t wait for you when you go to the bathroom. You know this. He knows this. It’s survival of the fittest here. 

You get so nervous whenever you get delivery food because if Keigo gets to it first he’s going to eat your fries. 

Once he dipped his bare ass hands into your noodle dish and took the egg on top before you could stop him. 

Every time he convinces you to rock-paper-scissors him for the last piece even if it’s your food. 

Do y’all know that scene from Kung Fu Panda or Power Rangers where they move the last piece around the bowl and maneuvers it with the utensils so the other person can’t get it? If you’re a Pro-Hero too he’ll pull that shit on you. 

LIKE JUST LET ME EATTT. 

This is gross but he doesn’t even care if you licked something or put it in your mouth to “assert dominance” over it. He’ll just get you to spit it out like a mom bird. 

One time he came home early from patrol and found out that you were eating fried chicken without him so the two of you just stood there on opposite ends of the apartment with you staring at him like 👁️👄👁️. 

[Hawks: I thought you were bae-- 

You: Keigo-- 

Hawks:...turns out you’re just fam. ] 

He turns and goes back outside and goes get his own fried chicken and even gets himself a treat ice cream. Takes a picture and sends it to you and everything to gloat. 

#midoriya headcanons #todoroki headcanons #hawks headcanons #bakugou headcanons #BNHA Headcanons #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #hawks #keigo takami #keigo headcanons #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #hawks x reader #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #mha headcanons #boku no hero academia headcanons #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia x reader

[bigfan-fanfic]

We’re Retired (Demigod!Male!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Requested by anonymous for Bucky x retired!Demigod reader becoming mentors/team dads for young heroes

Bucky doesn’t really think things can surprise him anymore, but learning that his soon-to-be husband is really the son of an ancient god is pretty out there.

But the moment he falls in love, he starts to see things he never noticed before. Magic, yes, but also monsters.

“There are kids who get hunted by this stuff?” Bucky had nearly roared in outrage. “There’s nowhere they can go to be safe?”

He doesn’t feel any better about Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter, because in his mind, they just condition those poor kids to accept this life and the endless cycle of hero and monster.

So Bucky decides to take a stand.

Working together with you, Bucky uses some of Tony’s money to buy an estate somewhere in the central United States in order to be able to be an easier journey for demigods that can’t make it all the way to Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter. While it mainly consists of a large mansion and a grand field surrounded by high walls of Celestial bronze - the gods end up contributing quietly because even if they’re terrible parents, they do want their kids to be safe.

Basically they start their own Camp, but instead of teaching them how to obey heroic convention, they work on supporting them on whatever path they decide to take. Older demigods are invited to come teach during the winter months for the year-rounders so they can eventually go to college when they feel safe to.

While respect is given to the gods, there is no rigidity in this Winter Camp - people have one or two roommates in their own room in the mansion (cabins are made into a small village around the Winter House as these kids get older and move out to make room for more incoming demigods), and there is no division due to godly parent.

The traditions of the other camps are eschewed. Gone is the heroics of CHB and the military nature of CJ, instead the young heroes are encouraged to form squads to have each other’s backs in battle. Bucky teaches unorthodox combat, and more modern weapons are forged for the kids to give them the benefits of advanced construction.

It’s a safe place, and Bucky feels really good about making it easier for these kids to live their lives in peace. The Roman demigods tend to call him Papa Wolf, and the name sticks (you are referred to as something depending on your godly parent) 

In any case, these kids come to you for help or guidance, and it seems to help Bucky feel more confident. And when there are monster attacks, even Bucky is able to get out there and defend your home with you.

“My ma always told me I’d have lots of kids,” Bucky tells you in bed one day. “I don’t think she would’ve expected this way.”

It’s possible that eventually you might get the offer of immortality - Bucky will refuse to accept it unless it means he can stay with you forever. Even the Fields of Punishment hold no fear for him if you’re with him.

Bucky just loves not only getting to be with you, but getting to do so much good for so many lives.

#male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #winter soldier x male reader #captain america headcanons #marvel headcanons #headcanons #demigod reader #pjo headcanons #pjo x male reader

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

You Can't Spell ROMANCE Without ROMAN (But I'd Sure Like To)

Word Count: 3081

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Analogical, Roceit, Intruality

Warnings: insecurity, pushiness, Remus being Remus (suggestive language, disturbing imagery, minor violence)

~~~START~~~

Roman was the Creative Side (one of them, anyway), he was the Dramatic Side, he was the Dreamer Side, but most importantly of all, he was the Romantic Side.

He loved romance — adored it. With Thomas now in a relationship with Nico, Roman was spending a lot of time coming up with big romantic gestures that Thomas could perform to demonstrate his love. Any ideas he came up with that were too grand or too impractical — Virgil and Logan’s opinions respectively — Roman performed for his love instead.

That wasn’t not to say that Janus only received second hand gestures; Roman came up with plenty of romantic gestures with Janus in mind specifically. Roman may be the Prince, but he would make sure it was Janus who was treated like royalty. Nothing but the finest for his love!

As the Romantic Side, Roman was particularly in tune with the romances happening around him (not that there were many choices in the Mindpalace, it was just the six of them — plus he-who-shall-not-be-named — but still, he knew it when Patton and Remus got together a few months ago). So when it took him two years to realize that Logan and Virgil were in a relationship, he was a little thrown.

He actually learned about their relationship while eavesdropping on one of Janus and Logan’s monthly “wine and whine” sessions (they didn’t actually call it that, but that’s what it was).

Now normally, Roman didn’t spy on his boyfriend (or anyone thank you very much), but Remus eavesdropped on these meetings regularly and he’d told Roman that Janus and Logan only ever spend the whole time complaining about him. Insulted, Roman set out to prove that Janus and Logan complained about other things as well. And he was right! They started out complaining about Roman, yes, but they also brought up Remus, Thomas, Patton, Janus’s cold bloodedness — things other than Roman.

And yeah, maybe Roman should have left once he’d proven that they didn’t just talk about him, but when they brought up Virgil… well, Roman was intrigued.

“And how is Virgil?” Janus asked in his usual slightly condescending tone.

“Virgil is perfectly fine,” Logan replied curtly.

“Really? No complaints? None? You’ve been dating for two years, Logan, surely he’s done something to annoy you in all that time?”

Two years!?

Roman didn’t stick around for the rest of the conversation, he knew at once that he had a certain emo to talk to.

“VIRGIL!” Roman yelled, throwing Virgil’s door open so hard that it hit the wall with a bang!

“Jesus!” Virgil jumped, nearly falling off of the bed. “What, Princey?”

“You’re dating Logan?” Roman demanded.

“I- yeah, why?”

“You need to tell me everything!” Roman planted himself on the foot of Virgil’s bed and stared at him expectantly. “Who asked who out? What was your first date? What cute pet names do you call each other? What kind of gifts do you get him? Is he a good kisser? When did you first tell him you loved him? How-”

“Geez, Princey, one at a time,” Virgil interrupted, wide-eyed and stressed from the rapid-fire questions. “I think he technically asked me out. I don’t think we’ve really been on an official date. I call him L or Lo, but those aren’t really pet names; he calls me starlight. I’ve tried to get him books before, but he always already had them. He’s a pretty good kisser,” Virgil’s neck turned red and Roman had no doubts that if the emo hadn’t been wearing foundation, his face would be bright red. “And I… haven’t yet.”

“You haven’t said ‘I love you’!?” Roman demanded, scandalized. “You’ve been dating for two years! How do you not say ‘I love you’ ever in all that time!?”

“I-I don’t know, I just… haven’t.” Virgil stuttered. “It’s never felt like the right time yet.”

“So let me get this straight — I mean gay — he asked you out, you’ve never been on a date, he has a cute pet name for you, but you don’t have one for him, all the gifts you’ve ever gotten him failed, and you’ve never said ‘I love you’, right?”

“Well, um, it’s… yeah,” Virgil squirmed, throwing his hood over his head.

“That’s sad. C’mon,” Roman grabbed the emo’s hand and pulled him off the bed.

“Where are we going?” Virgil asked as Roman dragged him out of his room and down the hall.

“I’m going to help you!” Roman declared cryptically. He finally released Virgil in the kitchen, in favor of pulling out various bowls and measuring cups. “First step: gifts. Books haven’t been working out for you, so what else does Logan love more than anything in the world?”

“Stars?” Virgil tried, struggling to keep up with the fanciful Side.

“Crofters!”

“So… you want me to give him a jar of Crofters?”

“Of course not, that’s so boring. I’m going to help you make thumbprint cookies with Crofters!” Roman set the flour on the counter, the slightly crazed look in his eyes told Virgil that there’d be no getting out of this.

Look, the thing about baking is… well, let’s just say it wasn't Roman’s thing, and leave it at that. And it wasn’t Virgil’s thing either. In the end, they were left with very hard, very burnt cookies.

“I don’t think these are better than the books,” Virgil said, glaring at the cookies as though they’d offended him.

“No,” Roman admitted. “Maybe we should have gotten Patton’s help with these.”

“Roman!”

“Okay, well we still have the jar of Crofters, you can give him that as a gift for now and I’ll try to think of something better for next time!”

“What do we do with the cookies?” Virgil asked, tapping one against the counter.

“Remus!” Roman summoned, regretting his decision before his twin even appeared.

Remus appeared behind him, swinging his morning star at Roman’s head in greeting. Luckily, Roman was used to this, and ducked the blow.

“Boo!” Remus pouted when his attack failed. “What do you hets want?”

“Do you want these?” Virgil asked, ignoring the jab and offering the Duke a cookie.

Remus made a face. “Sugar and jam? It’s like you guys don’t even know me!”

“They’re burnt to a crisp and hard as a rock.” That piqued Remus’s interest. He bit into the cookie — still in Virgil’s hand — and there was an audible crack!

when he pulled back, the cookie was still intact, but when the Duke grinned, it showed off his broken and cracked teeth. “I’ll take ‘em!”

He held up the end of his tunic to make a pouch and swept the burnt cookies up.

“Patton never makes me cookies as nice as these!”

“But I switched the salt and the sugar!” Patton complained, suddenly rising up next to Remus. “I even decorated them with mustard instead of frosting!”

“You’re right,” Remus said. “Your salt cookies were good, but they would have been even better if you’d added special frosting!” Roman gagged as Remus emphasized ‘special’ with an eyebrow wiggle. “I want to crawl up your ass and live inside your small intestine!”

“I love you too,” Patton laughed. “What happened to your teeth?”

Remus waved a hand and his teeth went back to normal. “Virgin and Virginal are bad at baking!”

“Oh, kiddos!” Patton exclaimed upon seeing their sorry excuses for cookies. “If you needed some help, you only had to ask!”

“Next time, padre,” Roman promised as he grabbed Virgil’s hand once more. “For now, we have other quests to finish!”

Roman sank out with Virgil in tow.

They rose up in the middle of a field in the Imagination.

“What are we doing here?” Virgil asked. In the distance he could see trees and mountains, but the field was completely empty, it didn’t even have flowers in it, just grass.

“This is the next step in my plan to help you fix your relationship!” Roman declared, spinning around.

“Fix?”

“Don’t worry about it. Now, what is Logan’s ideal date?”

“‘Don’t worry about it’!?” Virgil screeched. “Do you know who I am!?”

“Okay, so I may have overheard Logan and Janus talking about you during their bitch session earlier, but don’t worry! We will fix it, and Logan won’t be mad at you anymore!”

“HE'S MAD AT ME!?”

“Now, the perfect date for Logan…” Roman ignored the panicking emo in favor of creating a building perfect for his masterpiece: a date that even a boring nerd would enjoy!

First, what do boring nerds like? Answer, classical music performed by an eighty-piece philharmonic orchestra!

Roman created a large music hall in a Beaux-Arts style that he was fairly certain Logan would appreciate in some of the empty space in the field. He filled the building with an orchestra and audience — every one of them would remain inanimate until it was time for the show (well, until Virgil and Logan entered the building at least, then they’d start moving so that they wouldn’t come off as too creepy). He left a private box open for Virgil and Logan, as well as a clearly marked path from the door to the box.

By the time he’d created a massive garden around the hall — perfectly fit for a romantic moonlit stroll afterwards — Roman realized that he hadn’t seen Virgil for a while.

“Virgil?” He called.

No response.

“VIRGIL?”

Still nothing.

Roman reached out with his mind and found no other Sides anywhere in the Imagination — not even Remus.

Strange. Maybe he went back to his room?

Roman tried rising up outside of Virgil’s room and knocking on the door, but there was no response. The door was unlocked, but Roman didn’t see anyone in the room. Huh.

“Virgil?” He tried again.

Not a single stirring from anywhere in the room.

~~~

When Logan got back to his room after his afternoon with Janus, he knew immediately that something was different.

“Virgil?” He called, thinking that it was his boyfriend’s presence that he was feeling. A timid squeak from the closet confirmed it.

Logan pulled the closet door open to find Virgil curled up on the floor between two boxes. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and both of his hands were fisted in his hair. Logan couldn’t see his face, but he was sure he would find smudged eyeshadow running down his cheeks.

“May I sit with you?” Logan asked, to which Virgil made a vague movement that he interpreted as a confirmation.

He sat on the floor in front of Virgil and started trying to gently pry his hands out of his hair.

“What’s wrong, starlight?” He finally managed to pull Virgil’s hands loose, and he held them in each of his own, rubbing his thumbs along the backs soothingly.

“I’m a bad boyfriend,” Virgil mumbled, his face still tucked into his knees.

That took Logan aback. “Virgil, you are a wonderful boyfriend,” he corrected firmly. “I am very lucky to have you.”

“I’m not!” Virgil protested, finally lifting his head. He had dark stains running down his face from his makeup, and pulled one of his hands free from Logan’s in order to wipe at it. It didn’t help, he now had eyeshadow smeared all over his face and hand, but that was the least of either of their concerns at the moment, and Logan took up the hand again when he was done without hesitation. “I-I don’t add anything to this relationship! You do all the work and I just sit here like an idiot!”

“You add quite a lot to this relationship, actually. Not the least of it being that you add you; it would be rather difficult to have a relationship with you without you,” Logan stated. “And if the only thing you had to contribute was yourself, then that would be more than enough for me, but you contribute far more than that; you make me sleep when I’ve been working for too long without a break, you help me make my vocab cards and don’t even tease me about how hopelessly nerdy they certainly are, you give me the most thoughtful gifts, I could spend hours telling you what all you do for me, and what you bring to our relationship.”

“My gifts are the worst,” Virgil corrected miserably. “They’re always books that you already have!”

“I have hundreds of books, Virgil, I can hardly expect you to memorize them all.” Virgil opened his mouth to protest, but Logan pushed on. “The books you’ve given me have always been some of my favorites. You may not know what books I do or do not have, but you do know what kind of books I would — and do — like; in every book you give me, I can see the thought you put in to picking the right one, I can see the care you put into finding one I would enjoy, and that is more important to me than whether or not I already have the title in my collection.”

“We’ve been dating for two years, Lo, and I can’t even say the L-word!”

“Perhaps you have never said it verbally,” Logan allowed. “But you tell me that you love me every day through your actions; every time you make me tea, every time you lean against me while listening to your music, every time you kiss me, all I can hear is ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’

“You have trouble expressing your emotions through words — trust me when I say I understand — but that does not mean that you don’t know how to express yourself, nor does it mean that I don’t understand you when you do. I know that you know how I’m feeling even when I can’t put it into words, and I hope you can believe me when I say it goes both ways.”

Logan released one of Virgil’s hands and placed his newly-freed hand on his tear and eyeshadow-stained cheek. “I love you, Virgil, and I know for a fact that you love me too.”

“You say it so easily,” Virgil whined, a fresh wave of tears spilling from his eyes.

“I am Logic, it is in my nature to state facts, and there is no truer fact to me than that I love you.”

Virgil let out a whimper, then launched himself in Logan’s arms, knocking the Logical Side off balance and sending them both toppling onto the floor. Logan didn’t care though, all he cared about was Virgil, who had his arms and legs wrapped around him in an attempt to be as close to his boyfriend as physically possible as sobs wracked his body.

“I love you,” Logan said as he placed a kiss on Virgil’s hair. “And I know that you love me, even without you saying it.”

“You’re not mad at me?” Virgil was eventually able to whimper out.

“Of course I’m not,” Logan replied. “What made you think that I was?”

“Roman.”

“…why would Roman say that I was mad at you?”

“He was eavesdropping on you and Janus, and he- he heard…”

“Ah,” said Logan as the pieces started falling into place. “I see. While I am not in any way unhappy with you, Roman did correctly identify annoyance in my tone — it was directed at Janus, though.”

“Really?” Virgil sniffled, pulling back slightly to look at Logan’s face.

“Yes,” Logan smiled softly. “You see, I have told Janus several times that if I were in any way annoyed with you — which I am not — that I would discuss the situation with you and only you, as I know that thinking people were talking about you behind your back would worsen your anxieties; however, no matter how many times I tell him, he still needles me for gossip.”

“So… you’re really not mad at me?”

“I really am not.”

“Even if I keep asking if you are?”

“I will reassure you as many times as you need, starlight.”

“Okay.” Virgil settled back down, snuggling back into Logan with no intentions of moving any time soon.

After several moments of listening to Virgil’s steady breathing, Logan spoke again.

“May I ask, why were you hiding in my closet?”

“Smells like you,” Virgil answered simply.

Logan felt his heart melt a little bit more. “Well, I know a place that also smells like me, but is perhaps a bit comfier than the floor, would you like to go?”

Virgil nodded. “Carry me?”

“Of course.” Standing was difficult with a full-grown man clinging to him like a koala, but Logan managed, and soon, the two of them were cuddled up in bed together.

“We tried to make you cookies,” Virgil mumbled. “But we burnt them pretty badly.”

“I don’t need you to make me cookies, but if you’d ever like to try again, I am a rather proficient baker.”

“Seriously?”

“Of course. Baking is just chemistry that you eat afterwards, and I do enjoy chemistry.”

Virgil snorted. “You’re such a dork.”

“I believe the saying is ‘it takes one, to know one’,” Logan chuckled.

The two lay there for hours, not quite sleeping, but just drifting comfortably together.

“You know, Roman made a whole date for us,” Virgil piped up eventually. “He put a lot of effort into it.”

“I believe we’ve had enough of Roman’s ‘help’ for the day, don’t you?”

Virgil’s only response was to lean up and place a kiss on Logan’s lips, to which the Logical Side happily returned in kind.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

~~~

“This is so boring!” Roman whined quietly. “These songs don’t even have words!”

Janus rolled his eyes fondly. When he learned that Roman had made an entire orchestra and concert hall that would just be going to waste, he’d insisted that his boyfriend take him to a performance; but Roman had so far spent the entire time complaining — quietly so as to not bother any of the other audience members.

The audience members who were literal figments of the Imagination.

“Roman, you definitely didn’t put this all together, you didn’t choose the set list, and you absolutely cannot change it at any time. I’m afraid we’re quite stuck here.”

“You’re right,” Roman huffed, making no move to change anything about the concert. “I am forced to endure this Hell of my own making.”

I really am dating the biggest idiot, Janus thought to himself fondly as he settled back to listen to Beethoven’s “Emperor”.

~~~END~~

This is the closest to my original idea, but when I first started writing this, Roman started getting really unsympathetic, but I was uncomfortable with it, so I basically started over in order to have well-meaning, idiot, himbo Roman

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That fic on Colin Bridgerton was everything!!! Please do an Benedict x reader where he paints you in secret but the reader finds out and Benedict confesses his love <333

work of art | b.b

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title: work of art  pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader summary: you and Benedict bond over art and fall in love, though it takes you time to realise   warning: swearing, angst, fluff and not much else word count: 2.5 k A/N: thank you so much for the request! i really enjoyed writing this and hope you like it!

Even though you had your own flat next to Benedict’s you preferred sitting in his while you worked. You would sit on the pile of cushions on the floor with you note pad across your lap to draw but, in the end, you’d give and watch Benedict while he worked.

His work was better than yours anyway. And when he’d paint or drew, he got this look on this face, a look that made you fall more in love with art, more in love with him.

“you have your own work, I believe” he grinned.

You smiled at him looking away, “I rather watch you. You know I struggle to draw without a live model” you groaned closing you pad.

He smiled at you nodding before returning to his work.

You really did love him, the kind of love that made your gut hurt. The love you felt was inconvenient at most times, you’d be drawing a live model and when it came to the eyes you would draw his eyes. Then you’d stare at the drawing, at those eyes.  After the sixth time you gave up on portraits and stuck with landscapes or ones where the face couldn’t be seen.

Before you met Benedict, art was just something that made you stand out among your four older brothers and two older sisters. You did enjoy to paint and draw and going to all the galleries and the art shows but they never really sparked joy until the day Benedict came into your life.

You remember it clearly. You were stood studying the painting ‘Venus with a Mirror’, the roman goddess of love and beauty. It was a masterpiece something you could never dream of doing yourself.

“quite the painter, wasn’t he?” someone said behind you.

“he was” you agreed.

Then you turned around and saw Benedict and all the art in the room was forgotten.

“Benedict Bridgerton” he bowed his head.

You smiled feeling dizzy, “y/n  y/l/n”.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you m y/ln. Always a pleasure to meet a titan fan” he move to stand next to you.

“I don’t think they’re too hard to find” you laughed looking at the painting too.

He laughed along and you swear it sounded like music.

You carried on meeting him once a week, at first it was just art shows and museums but then it turn into showing each other your art then just having dinner together. And now you had neighbouring flats.

“oh hell” you jumped up collecting your things, “my brother will be here soon to take me home for dinner. I need to get back to my flat before he comes”.

“and why can’t he just pick you up here?” Benedict asked looking away from his work. Paint was covering his hands and had splattered on his shirt.

“oh yes” you clapped your hands together. “Brother, I know papa pays for my flat to do my art but I don’t actually use it, instead I sit in my friends flat and watch him do art instead. What? you think something is going on? You think we’re having an illicit affair?! Where did you get that idea?” you exclaimed acting the conversation out.

You swore Benedict blushed but you couldn’t be sure. “well that doesn’t happen” he coughed.

“thank you for clarifying our relationship for me, Benedict” you chuckled. You opened the door then paused when he called your name.  

He cleaned his hands with a cloth close by, “will I see you at the Astin’s party tonight?”.

You sighed. “unfortunately. Mother is convinced this is the year I marry” you rolled your eyes.

That struck his heart, you marrying someone was painful enough knowing it could be soon was worst.

“you better not leave me hanging” you smiled bring his attention back to you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it”.

“I’m taking that as a promised Benedict Bridgerton”.

You smiled at him one last time before leaving.

Benedict watched the door shut behind you. He was truly fucked. How he manged to actually get work done while you sat there was a mystery, he could hear your soft breaths feel your e/c eyes on him.

As long as you were a part of his life then he would be happy, content. Of course he knew a day would come where you’d fall in love with someone else and marry them. And it might just break his heart. He thought of what you said, how your mother thought this was the year for you. knowing he would lose you was pain enough being there to see it would feel like death.

Once Benedict was sure you weren’t coming back, he pulled out his secret project he had hidden behind some old paintings, it was proving to be impossible to finish because you were always by his side. He would spend the night at the flat but that would equal questions from his mother.

But here he was alone.

This was his heart drew bare. You. the day he met you actually, he still remembered it clearly. The sun light had pooled in through the sky light and made you look like an angel. He had spent many sleepless nights reliving the moment in his mind. The moment you met his eyes and smiled. Remembering the memory again and again felt like his own personal drug.

He knew you didn’t and would never love him back so he agreed to love you in silence. He poured all his love into this, every brush stroke was a piece of his love, his soul.

 You sat in front of the mirror the mirror looking at yourself. Your hair was done. You had your best outfit on. everything was perfect but something, something was missing. What if you did meet the person you would marry. two of your brothers and one sister were married already, why wouldn’t it be your turn. But it wasn’t the life you wanted.

A married life being the perfect partner doing whatever is asked of you. you wanted a life full of colour and art with Benedict by your side. Benedict. A smile took over your face, you loved him so much. He was so close to your reach but so far away at the same time.

You met your own eyes. “I love you Benedict. I always have and I will for the rest of my life” you whispered to yourself. The thought of losing him had become too much, you battled with yourself the whole way home and the whole times as you dressed. If you were going to lose him let it be because you told him the truth. Not when he fell for another.

Maybe just maybe the feels the same.

You had only been at the party for an hour and you had already met three suitors your mother had picked out all who were closer to her age than yours, but like  she said you couldn’t afford to be picky. You smiled and nodded as whatever their name was spoke, over their shoulder you spotted Benedict stood in the shadows with a bottle of wine in his hands. He pointed to the room behind him.

“I’m sorry” you cut them off mid-sentence, “if you would excuse me” you smiled walking away.

When you walked into the room you found Benedict sat on the floor in the dark. “come sit here don’t want to risk being caught” he waved you over.

You sat next to him reaching out of the bottle. “hope you got the good stuff. I need it”.

“not found your perfect match yet?” he laughed.

You nearly chocked on the drink. “god no. they were all old” you laughed. You took another swig and sighed. “she wants me to be the perfect child but I can’t be” you lent your head against the wall.

“we could run away to France” he said so seriously it shocked you.

You looked at him feeling breathless. You opened your mouth to speak, this could be the moment to tell him. tell him and run away to France and never look back. Your nerves ran out last minute. “I feel like dancing will you dance with me?”.

You jumped to your feet mentally kicking yourself for saying something so dumb. Benedict felt the last bit of hope he had die when you changed the subject so fast. He joined you standing in the middle of the room. If this is the only way he could be close to you he would take it.

You stood in front of each other, looking into his eyes.

Silently you both got into the right place. You could faintly hear the music playing from the main room. He put his hand against your back, you supressed a shiver. No one said anything while you danced.

Your eyes met his and it that moment you were breathless.

You were so close now. After a shaky breath you noticed you had stopped moving and were looking at each other now. His eyes fell down to your lips for a second before they met your eyes again.

You took a wobbly step back and exhaled. “my mama will be looking for me”.

“y/n” he stepped forward.

“she’ll go mad too, I left whatever their name was standing there” you laughed moving even more away from him. You left the room as fast as you could.

He was to shocked to follow after you. Just a few moments ago he was so close to you, touching you. He wanted to kiss, god how he wanted to kiss you and he thought maybe you wanted to kiss him as well but you walked away.

He wanted to paint. Every time he was hit with reality, he pained you, imagining you did love him back. It was a dream but he was all tied up in it. He was tied up in you.

He took a deep breath, he left the room, he left the whole building, not looking at anyone as he did. He wanted nothing more than to see you again but you would probably be with someone else, maybe evening falling in love.

It hurt to leave Benedict alone. But you were reading to much into things. He didn’t want to kiss you, why would he. You had just made him uncomfortable. You were battling with yourself when you saw Benedict walked through the main room to the doors.

The rest of the room seemed to disappear. You could only see him walking away from where you left him. Had you made him that uncomfortable he had to leave, he didn’t even say goodbye. You wanted to run after him and admit everything, give him your hand, heart, give him anything he asked. He just had to ask you.

“stay here” you mother hissed down your neck.

“I need to go” you muttered eyes locked with the door Benedict had walked through.

“No. you need to stay here and get a match” she snapped spinning you around so you were facing her. “Do you think you can just keep doing what you’re doing? Spend your day and night doing your ridiculous painting like that will get you anywhere”.

You were speechless. You knew no one took your art seriously but it hadn’t been said to your face. you had spent years with your back to a door keeping the truth out. “I don’t care” you started walking away.

“y/n” you didn’t listen as your mother called your name.

You didn’t care that people were looking from her to you.  

You only cared about Benedict.

Benedict knew he was in for it when the got home and his mother saw his dress shirt was covered in paint, but right now he felt calm. You were in front of him, well the painting version of you was. He was almost done and soon this version of you would be gone too.

Apart of him hoped that his feelings would go too. It would make things easier if they did but who would he be if he didn’t love you. He had loved you for so long it was buried into his bones.

You knew Benedict like you knew yourself, you were so like sometimes it felt like your souls were one but they had be halved to make two people.

He would be in this flat painting you hoped he was waiting for you. you had enough of being scared and keeping everything locked up, you would tell him how you felt and face whatever followed. Once you reached the building you ran up the stairs as fast as you could, hating past you and Benedict for getting rooms on the top floor.

You nearly tripped up multiple times catching yourself last minute every time. You were gasping for breath once you reached the top. When you could breathe again you ran down the hall, all the rooms you passed were filled with laugher and music. How you wished you were apart it.

You stopped in front of his door. You put your hand against the wood and listened. You could hear him muttering under his breath, a brush quietly working away. You smiled at the picture in your head, maybe you’d paint it one day of all the things you could pictured this one was the clearest.

“Benedict I shouldn’t-“ you started as soon as you entered the room but stopped when you saw him.

You were right, he was painting you just didn’t think he would be painting, you.

Benedict dropped the paint brush to the floor. He looked from you to you, mouth open wide. “I can explain”.

You still stood in the doorway holding the  door open. Mouth wide open. He came closer guiding you into the room so he could shut the door. “I don’t understand” you murmured. You looked to his worried face. “why are you painting me?”.

He helped you sit in your usual spot.

He took a deep breath reaching for your hand, you let him take it. relief washed through him. “its simple” he said looking into your eyes.

“is it” you breathed.

“I love you”

You mouth fell open again as you goggled at him. “you love me?”.

“I do and I understand if-“ he looked away from you so he wouldn’t have to face your rejection. But he was interrupted when you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both fell to the floor in a heap.

You kissed him hard on the lips, putting all your hopes into one kiss. You pulled back and looked down at him. “I love you too” you smiled feeling so much joy.

He didn’t say anything only kiss you again. his hands travelled up your back to your neck. You stayed there kissing him until it felt like your lungs were burning. You gasped, “you wouldn’t believe how long I wanted to do that” he laughed.

You traced his cheek bone, “probably as long I have”.

He smiled and it felt like the sun was risen. “will you ever stopped wanting too?”

“never” you whisper before you kissed him again and again and again, and you would until time stopped.

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[msookyspooky]

Random Headcanon's for the Scream Character's

Billy really was a normal sweet kid and a good boyfriend before his mom left. Everyone paints him as always being crazy and his mom just triggered him but I honestly don't think that's true. Sidney and her parents would not have been okay with her dating a bad boy from Sophomore year onward. Sure it happens and maybe she saw past it but If Sidney would have seen how Billy acted with Randy in the videostore; instant break up imo. He could not have hid that side of himself for two years straight. Remember, they were dating a whole year prior to Maureen cheating. My theory is he may or may not have had a 'side' to him or other undiagnosed disorder in his gene pool (Mrs Loomis snapping too.) but Billy's psychotic breakdown was mostly situational + groomed by Roman and there were other things in his life that probably were boiling over and Debbie leaving him completely broke him. So, he was in an extremely vulnerable state when Roman came around and molded him. THAT is why Sidney trusted him so much in Scream before the phone incident and even somewhat after. Because Billy was a good boyfriend before her mom's murder and she would have never suspected it. Now how her or no one else could see him tumbling into madness or at least deep depression before Roman sank his talons in is beyond me. Maybe she did and he shrugged her off? Either way, the situation made him shut down all empathy towards other people and changed him. His empathy is towards his mom, possibly his dad since Hank never died and that is it. He has symptoms of a psychopath and even though that is usually genetic I 100% think a psychotic breakdown could do it as well.(Don't come for me bitch I'm not trained in any of this just using what I know from research 🧍‍♀️) If his mom never left and Roman didn't come along; Billy would have never been a killer

Contrary to Billy's situational psychological crazyness. Stu was always going to kill. I don't even think it's is he a sociopath vs a psychopath argument as much as he is just disconnected from reality. (Though he would most likely be a Sociopath if he was bc of his lack of boundaries as well impulsive behavior. Thinking killing was a game.) Stu possibly suffered abuse as a child. He was terrified of his parents more than the law. Either A. They abused him and permanently terrified him. Or B. He really has a stunted mentality and thinks of killing as a game and fears his parents more than the law bc the consequences are just not clicking LIKE A KID. He's like a giant little kid with no sense of how things work. He still could have been abused and that is what stunted his growth mentally. However, his violent tendacies were always there. Never preplanned just urgent anger or sadistic glee he couldn't control. Billy just suggested the killings and he was instantly down. Like, hell yeah cool. Most ppl no matter what mental illness they have or how severe are not that easy to convince. Whose to say he hadn't killed before or was planning to? My theory is he is so disconnected from reality that killing really is a giant fun game to him and he would have eventually murdered someone even without Billy.

Idk why this isn't more thought of throughout the fandom. Billy and Stu did not rape Maureen bc the evidence would have pointed to someone other than the guy they were framing. Cotton Weary had sex with Maureen, left, Billy and Stu taunted her on the phone and lured her away, they killed her, police suspected rape bc A. they didn't know about the affairs. B. Cotton's semen or her discharge or bruising being there. They naturally assumed it was rape but in actuality no one raped her. Cotton's dna from their affair incriminated him even more. Not saying that Billy and Stu would think of rape as morally wrong enough not to do in their book BUT it would have been stupid on their part and made it obvious there were other suspects besides Cotton.

Stu isn't a lapdog. Stu literally revealed on the phone he was going to throw Billy under the bus. He hesitated giving him the knife. Stu is like a kid. He most likely suffered trauma that regressed his mental age. He's eager to please, desperate for attention and most likely fawns over people he feels close to in an obsessive way. He could have even been in love with Billy and vice versa which is why he was so eager to please him. However, he was not nearly as stupid or a lapdog as much as the fandom makes him out to be. I think Randy saying it in the videostore sealed the deal for people even though he was only acting like that bc he was helping Billy too and covering their tracks. Billy was the one with the plan. Stu just tagged along out of the urge to kill. But he 100% had his own plan to kill and bail if needed. My mind is made up on that.

There was a third killer in Scream and it wasn't a teen or Roman. You're telling me two 17-18 yr old guys could come up with every detail? Roman only told Billy the basics. How did they get tactical police shoes? How did they get to the houses so fast and leave just as quickly? How did they both take down and restrain Steve or Neil by themselves enough to tie them up? Sure, Stu was deranged and tall but these two lanky teens were able to take on a football player with muscles and a grown man? Possible but stil meh to me. Their plan was too thorough for two teen boys to come up with on their own. Both crazy. One completely unhinged and disconnected from reality and the other so blinded by revenge he was stupid at times. (Fucking stabbing yourselves before killing Neil and Sidney. Not even thinking to AT LEAST tie Sidney up as well...Really? Jill was smarter in 4 in that respect tbh.) I truly think their was an adult involved in Scream helping them or guiding them. I would say Roman if it wasn't for him going back to Hollywood. But Billy and Stu had help DURING the killings 100%.

Randy is not this mecha survival final boy like the fandom thinks. The kid watched one too many horror movies and based them on real life. Scream itself is making fun of slasher movies and Randy was supposed to be the narrator setting most of the dumb rules up into play. Everyone is like "omg that's so out of character how he died in 2" no its not. If the rules work then him losing his virginity did him in. He was drinking, he was pissed off and not thinking. Plus Mrs. Loomis attacked in broad daylight, something no one thought of. (And the whole debate how a middle aged woman could pull him in. LOOK. Randy is a fucking small guy and she grabbed him backwards, using momentum to haul him back into the van. PLUS she was enraged at what he said about Billy. Adrenaline is a hell of a super drug as far as testing the bodies limits. I have seen tiny girls become the hulk when they are pissed I'm jus sayin) Point is, Randy was just a teen boy that loved horror movies. He was not some survival guide especially since it showed him even on the couch not aware of Ghostface behind him. He was a giant satire showing how even he didn't always follow the rules of slasher movies and how dumb the rules are.

Tatum loved Sidney and had more chemistry with her than Billy. I am not saying they weren't just BFF's and I don't want to ruin female friendship with constantly thinking "omg they are gay together" any time two women are close. BUT it is strange that it was only those two as friends especially since Sidney didn't fit into Tatum's popular social circle. It's like Tatum went out of her way to be friends with Sidney. Maybe they were childhood friends and that's why? But I think it's entirely possible that just like it's speculated that Stu and Billy were secretly in love; Tatum possibly was at least bi and in love with Sidney.

#idk just getting random headcanons out there. #scream #headcanons

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Intrinsic: Jameson in Therapy

Prompt from Anon:  If you're still taking prompts... "Have you tried NOT doing that?"

CW: Noncon survivor discussing future consensual spice, Jameson’s masochism, frank references to noncon and pet whump, brief internal victim-blaming, world-building detail about WRU

Dr. Berger tucks a bit of graying hair behind one ear, smiling slightly at Jameson from her place in the soft armchair she uses during appointments. “Well,” She says, thoughtful, “have you tried not doing that?”

He looks up at her from where he sits curled up on the long sofa, knees to his chest, picking absently at loose threads across the knee of his baggy blue jeans. As always, she is careful not to let her eyes move to the places where hair is slowly growing back in over bald spots where the straps of a leather muzzle had rubbed, careful not to look at the scars he wears on every inch of exposed skin - she’d made the mistake of being caught looking, however briefly, and had discovered that the newest of her clients was deeply insecure about the visible evidence of his captivity.

She’d apologized, but it had taken time to develop enough trust to come back from her initial mistake. She would not jeopardize that now, after they’ve made so much progress and she’s begun to see a shift in how he talks about and relates to his new life, his world.

He even told her the name he chose for himself, and that he’s been telling the others in the house, one by one. Accepting that it won’t be taken from him like his original name was - that it belongs to him, and is his to share or not. 

She would never, ever admit it, but... Jameson is one of her favorite clients to work with. He’s working so hard, every week that they meet he trusts more and more that the path he’s on is one that will move him forward. 

“What?” 

His voice is slightly rough - someone who has screamed enough to have permanent vocal chord damage, she thinks. She makes a note to speak to Jake Stanton about having a physician check on the potential for nodes or other issues that might pop up later. She’s not a medical doctor, but… well. She’s had a lot of clients with vocal chord damage in the sixteen years she’s been working in the pet lib movement, and you start to pick up on the little signs and symptoms they don’t necessarily declare out loud.

“My question is really just me being a little facetious, I won’t lie, but I do want to talk through the spirit of the question. When you mention feeling guilty that you are having a physical response to your housemate, that you are attracted to them and have been struggling with... well. I’d like to really dig in to where that guilt comes from. Now, I am aware that adjustment houses tend to discourage relationships between household members during their time in residence to cut down on the chance for conflict, but that’s not where your guilt lies, is it?”

He goes back to picking at the hole slowly wearing through his jeans. Dr. Berger waits, giving him the silence and time he needs to think his way through the question and the possible answers. After a long time, he says softly, “No. It’s not. I don’t give a fuck if Stanton wants me to hold somebody’s stupid hand or not.”

She has to force her smile not to widen, wondering if Jameson is aware of just how like Jakob Stanton he really is. No wonder they don’t always get along. “Okay. So can you talk to me about just what you sense of guilt, this worry you feel, is rooted in?” 

She watches with some small surprise as the angry, defiant recovering Box Boy who has spoken frankly and openly to her about being maimed, injured, treated as an object, referred to as an animal... blushes.

“I want-... It’s not the, um, the response. That I hate.” He won’t look at her now, and he’s one who loves to stare her down whenever he thinks she’ll be shocked or disgusted by what he has to tell her. But this… this, he’s ashamed or embarrassed to say. “They’re fucking gorgeous, that’s... anybody would like them. It’s… it’s what I want from them that... scares me.”

“You are accustomed to a certain level of unwanted physical attention, it’s not at all uncommon in Romantic rescues to continue to feel sexual attraction and desire after freedom-”

“No. It’s. It’s not that I-... I know that’s normal. It’s… I want…” He shifts, uneasily. “I want… I want Allyn to hurt me.”

The last sentence is whispered. It’s not sharing a thought, it’s confessing what he feels is some kind of sin he is committing or intending to commit. Dr. Berger sometimes feels like a priest in a confessional booth, although she’s never been one to suggest atonement - no, fear of oneself is where the core of most of her clients’ pain lies, in her experience. Instead, she works on reconstructing the impulse or fear from its foundations, breaking apart the horror of its weight and reconfiguring it so it’s easier to understand. 

To take control of, to direct.

She helps them to own themselves, not to fear the prospect but to see in it freedom they have always deserved. 

Fear is the absolute last thing any of her clients should ever have to feel again. They have been taught to devalue and debase themselves, to fear what their bodies can be made to do. If she does nothing else, Dr. Berger hopes she is able to help them be just a little less afraid of the bodies they live in.

“You want your housemate to hurt you?” She asks, gently. “Do you mean in the sense of a serious injury, or…”

“No. Um. No, I fucking… I think about them, um. Hurting-... like… like they used to do. Biting me, or... or scratching... I th-think sometimes about Allyn h-holding a... never mind. Just. Hurting me. I’m-... made to be hurt.”

“You are made only to be yourself,” Dr. Berger reminds him, her voice low and without any hint of judgement. “We’ve talked about your captors before and how you were held. You believe that you were made into a masochist as part of your training, and so you’re frightened that your mind is thinking about your housemate in ways similar to how you were once forced to think about your captors.”

His nose wrinkles - he’s more dismissive than most of the language she uses, and early on delighted in insisting on using words like owner, handler, master. Things he thought might shock her. But Dr. Berger has heard nearly everything she thinks there might be to hear, by now. She only smiles slightly at his expression, jotting quickly down on her notepad a few notations. 

Finally, he offers hesitantly, “I-I guess. Allyn is… good. They’re soft, and nice, and they’d never-... but I want them to. And it’s-... it would make-... them be like Robert, or… wouldn’t it? It’d be… treating them like… I don’t ever want to be what I was again, so why the fuck can’t I stop thinking about it?” 

He is so rarely vulnerable. Dr. Berger doesn’t take for granted the gift he gives her by letting her see past the wall of anger and derision he has built to keep himself safe. In many ways, he reminds her of when she saw Jake Stanton after his own brush with WRU’s handlers and their methods. Bristling, defensive, and with wounds that cannot be bandaged. They instead need to be exposed to the light.

“Intrusive thoughts that contain elements of your captivity are absolutely normal. You are still in the early stages of making progress, and progress is never linear, Jameson. There is no starting line, no ribbon at the end of the race. There is only moving forward, bit by bit, even if sometimes we move back.”

“You mean I move back,” He says, sullen now. “You don’t do shit. You’re already fine.”

“Mmmn, that’s not… quite accurate. I actually see someone myself, you know.” Dr. Berger smiles at his obvious, visible surprise. “My mentor once told me he never trusted a provider of therapy who did not themselves seek it out. I have my own progress to work towards, just as you have yours.”

“Problems are probably real fucking different, though.”

“Well, that’s true.” She allows herself a warm laugh - and is rewarded when he doesn’t bristle or assume mockery like he used to, but relaxes and even gives her a very small smile in return. “But I would advise you not to compare yourself to others. Your situation, while not unique in some ways, is still unique to you. You’ve been through a kind of horror that no one else has - even if others have experienced some similarities, the traumatic events they experienced will never be entirely like yours.”

He nods.

“But-” She holds up one finger “That doesn’t mean we can’t use what we know as a framework, a foundation you can build your own way on. Think of an ancient Roman road paved into a highway in modern Italy, for instance. The foundation was there, a path laid by people who came through before. But you can take what you need and use it to find your own way. I know that you’re scared of your thoughts, I know that you are frightened of wanting to find gratification or satisfaction in pain because you think it means a return to how you were treated before, or that you are inherently changed in damaging ways by your captivity, but…”

When she trails off, he leans slightly forward “But?”

She chooses her words carefully. “Jameson, would you be willing to consider something that may make you a little uncomfortable?”

He looks at her, depths of feelings in his brown eyes, and slowly nods. “Why not? I’m already fucking uncomfortable. All the time.”

His thin shoulders under the oversized band shirt he wears make angles under the fabric as he shrugs, although in the time she’s been seeing them those sharp edges have already begun to round out, the lines of his jaw and cheekbones are softening.

She’s seen it over and over again, the physical changes reflecting the rebuilding of an entire life. It never ceases to amaze her, how hard each and every one of them works. 

“Okay. This may be hard to hear at first but I think it will help you.”

Eventually he nods. “Yeah,” He half-rasps. “Yeah, okay. Just say it. Everything… everything else you’ve said has helped. Go ahead.”

“Okay. So, what I would like you to consider… perhaps what you see as an enforced flaw, a crack that was put into you, a danger you present to your housemate due to your conditioning and mistreatment… it might be in fact an intrinsic part of your sexual expression, and simply an aspect of your attraction to them, and the wish you stated to me to perhaps escalate your current relationship.”

He swallows. The color drains from his face, except for two spots of bright red high along his cheekbones. “What?” His lips barely move. 

“Jameson…” Her tone dips, reassuring and soothing. “I know what you were told. I know you were likely given a series of half-truths and whole lies designed to engender dependence and teach you to loathe yourself and therefore disconnect from your body. But… that body? It’s very real, and it’s entirely yours. I think that we need to look into the possibility that you already had certain tendencies that were exploited and twisted. Those tendencies are not inherently unhealthy or damaging if you learn to pursue them in a safe environment.”

He blinks, once, twice, his eyes glittering. 

She’s made a misstep and she knows it immediately, clear as the tears Jameson never allows to fall. She didn’t time it quite right. They should have spent more time working up to it…

“Are you saying I’m just-... like this?”

“Not the way you are suggesting,” Dr. Berger says softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t express myself clearly enough. Please let me elaborate a little.”

“I fucking hope you d-didn’t mean that I’m-... that I’m just fucked up,” He says, looking away from her, down at the floor. She pretends she doesn’t see one hand go up to curve around the side of his neck, recreating some of the weight of the collar they are so often taught to rely on for a sense of safety.

“I absolutely did not mean that. One thing WRU excels at - one of the reasons they have been so successful - is that they utilize very effective techniques that encourage a sense of complicity and responsibility in the people they abuse and violate. I’m going to hazard a guess that you were told that you chose what happened to you.”

“I signed up for this,” Jameson whispers automatically, rote and robotic, without hesitation. At least, Dr. Berger thinks, she’s been doing this job long enough that hearing that no longer gets to her like it used to. “I wanted to be some rich asshole’s-”

“Yes. That. One way I think they are able to convince so many individuals so thoroughly isn’t only because of the standard methods of sleep and nutritional deprivation, the repetition, memorizing, the mistreatment… no, I think one thing WRU does is find in each of its victims a core truth they can exploit and cause you to fear in yourself, making you more vulnerable to the idea that this company is somehow saving or helping you by ‘making use’ of it. They find your weak point and use it to shatter you, but what WRU never realizes is that the very weakness they exploit is also often the same piece of you we can recover, that we can reclaim. In your case… Jameson, have you ever heard of consensual masochism?”

He’s hooked, she thinks, on this line of logic. On the lifeline she’s thrown him, something to grab onto. A way to begin to believe, in some small way, that he isn’t ruined. They all think they’ve been ruined, by the time she meets them.

None of them is.

“No, I-I haven’t. Does this mean… there are people like me who aren’t, you know, fucktoys-”

“Recovering Romantics,” She corrects, gently. “And yes. Masochism is a not-uncommon mode of expression that many people engage in consensually in the context of healthy sexual expression.”

He swallows, hard. She watches his throat move. Sees the look in his eyes, the minute changes in his expression. The hand pushing against the side of his neck slowly drops. She can see the gears turning within him, a shifting point of view maybe. She can see what he doesn’t want to speak out loud.

There’s another silence. This one is more comfortable, and as always she gives him all the time he needs. 

“How-” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, blinking rapidly again. His knees slowly uncurl and his feet, clad in old hand-me-down sneakers, find their way to flat on the floor. Without his ever-present scowl, he looks years younger. Terrified.

Hopeful.

“How can I-... how do I-...” He takes a deep breath. “If it’s just… part of me… how do I make it safe?”

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