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Proactive Type of Person - Rafe Cameron Two Shot - Part 1 of 2

Perv/Frat!Rafe x Female!Reader

+18 Minor DNI

Spoilers in the Warning: swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral (if I missed tags I'm sorry)

Edited lightly (sorry I've been in my head about my writing lately so she's kinda rough tbh)

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Part 1 will be from Rafe's POV Part 2 will be from the Female Rader's

Rafe's POV:

Part 1

“So, class. What does its structure contribute to the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night?” The professor drones on, sliding her reading glasses down her nose as she looks out onto the lecture hall. I shrink in my seat slightly, along with the other boys, doing my best to avoid her gaze.

Required reading, my ass. Did she honestly expect us to read this shit on a Thursday night? Barely drug my ass outta bed for class. Thank fuckin’ god. I relax in my seat as one of the front-row nerds saves the basic population who doesn’t give a fuck.

“Repetition. The poet used it to stress his key theme for his readers.”

I nod, scribbling a little line of nothingness on my paper, keeping up with the facade. That shit went in one ear and out the next. “Hey, Cameron.” My frat brother elbows me on the side. “You good for the kegs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. What else can daddy get you?” I sneer as I roll my eyes at Billy, who laughs and scoffs. “I get paid back first, plus 10%. Get me a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle; I ain’t drinkin’ Coors, and I ain’t pickin’ that shit up either.”

“Thanks, daddy,” he responds in a breathy voice, snatching the wad of cash off my hands. “We need ten kegs between the Deltas and Phi Mu… You good for that-”

“Fuck you, ‘Am I good for that’?” I cut him short through a breathy laugh. “You’re holdin’ the cash in your hands, bitch. Stop askin’. Add an extra 5% for questionin’ me-”

“Rafe.” My stomach sinks as my professor’s eyes zero in on mine. “Am I interrupting something?” The old bird cocks an eyebrow, her annoyance visible, matching my own.

“No,” I answer simply, crossing my arms across my chest and relaxing at my desk.

“Splendid. I assume you know the answer then. Correct?” She challenges me, trying to catch me off guard. A smirk pulls on her lips as she does just that. Cunt.

“I agree.”

“The key insight about death in the poem is, ‘I agree’?” She belittles. I stare at her blankly, blinking a few times to let her know she’s wasting her time. She's not gettin’ shit out of me. I’ve got an A in this class, bitch. What’re you gonna do about it?

She chuckles weakly, shaking her head at my resistance. “Am I wrong, ma’am? I have a bit of conversational anxiety… If you’d like to repeat the question, I’d love to try again,” I ask through a shit-eating smirk, letting my sarcasm drip all the way through, irritating her even more.

“Anyone else?” She invites in a shrill voice as she dismisses me, looking around the room to find another. Some of my frat brothers snicker in the back, making the professor’s features even more rigid. “Miss. Y/n?” Her demeanor changes instantly, shaking off my defiance, moving on to another one of her perfect pets.

Who’s that?

Holy shit. I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry up as I see her. She twiddles her fluffy pink pen, acknowledging the teacher with a smile. Y/n? Jesus fuckin’ Christ. How have I never seen her before? I watch as a football player shuffles down the row of the lecture hall. My question, answered in a moment as his broad shoulders cut off my line of sight. No. I stretch back, cranking my neck to get her in my sights again.

“The key insight’s that death should be fought against, even though it is inevitable.” Her beautiful voice fills the lecture hall like a song. The teacher smiles at her again, praising y/n for her correct answer. Y/n grins and nods, averting her eyes as she catches the room’s focus. Her cheeks blush the prettiest shade of pink, matching her glossy lips.

Those lips… I lick my own, thinking about the way they would look wrapped around my cock, drool running down her chin as she deepthroats my dick. I’d grip that little ponytail like a handlebar, using her mouth like a toy. I chuckle at myself, still surprised that my mind went there almost instantly, but I know myself too well. I am who I am.

Y/n looks so goddamn innocent… Not for long. She’s a slut for praise. I can tell. I can work with that.

My eyes work lower, following the curve of her cleavage in her low-cut shirt. Fuck, I can't wait to get her on top; watch ‘em bounce in my face. I'm gonna cum all over her perfect rack. Tiddie fuck her while she cries for daddy’s dick. Smear that shit- “Earth to Rafe?” I grit my teeth as I'm torn from my fantasy. “Buddy, you good?” Billy chuckles, his voice taunting as he follows my focus to her. “Mmm… Y/n,” he sighs blissfully. “So fuckin’ hot, bro. She's a Phi Mu girl.”

“No shit?”

“Mhmm… Transferred from LSU. Smart, funny, sexy… But she's mine, buddy. Aight? Been layin’ down groundwork all semester.” He elbows me playfully, chuckling to himself, actually believing his own words.

“All semester, and you haven't made a move?” I spit, eyes rolling in his direction. This whole conversation is laughable. Has he been sitting on this all semester? Really? She was mine the second I looked at her, buddy. You’re done.

“Long game,” he defends himself.

“Long game?” I scoff. “Doesn’t sound like you got any game at all...”

“Hey. Fuck off… I know she wants me. Her bedroom faces mine and she doesn't even close the curtains when she changes anymore; she texts me all the time. See?” He gloats as he thumbs through his phone. I don't even bother myself with the semantics. Why the fuck does that shit matter? What’s he gettin’ at? “I'm gonna help ‘em after class. They have some car wash fundraiser downtown.”

Is that so? “I like the sound of that,” I smile, feeling my cock growing stiff in my jeans at the thought of seeing her in next to nothing, wet and soapy no less.

“You can’t just take her from me, Rafe,” Billy mutters in annoyance. A laugh rumbles in my chest as I take in his empty words. “I'm not fuckin’ around. She's mine.”

My head turns slowly in his direction as he bends in mine. I mean, the guy’s big, but I'm bigger. He can fight, but he's not willing to see that shit through. Billy’s got that moral compass that urges him to stop where I couldn't care less. And he knows it.

He balls his hands up in fists at his desk, jaw tightening as he does his best to intimidate me one last time. My boy’s a bitch.

“Mine.”

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I study her movements as she glides through the halls. Her hair bounces with each step brushing along her backpack, half-hiding her perfect ass. Her bum shakes a little as she walks, just a tease for me. Y/n slight skirt grazes just a few inches below her ass, leaving her bare legs on display.

I wonder what they’d look like over my shoulder… Spread wide on my bed as I devoured her perfect pussy. Damn. I bet she makes some pretty sounds. I can’t wait to hear that, to see her face, as she squirts all over my mouth and cock.

Where are you going, pretty girl?

She hooks a left, heading toward the coffee shop. I continue to follow my girl, watching as she strolls inside. Y/n walks toward the line, stalling next to the case of pastries, eyeing the bottom. Do it for daddy, baby. C’mon. There you go… She drops down, surveying the options. That goddamn ass… Does she know I’m watching? She’s gotta know. The paisley material tugs higher on her thighs, a peek of her round ass poking out the bottom.

She stands up again, taking another step, moving with the traffic flow. Y/n reaches into her purse, pulling out her phone. She smiles as she looks at the screen. Billy Hargrove 💕. I feel my heart pick up pace, my breathing quickening; rage boils inside me.

I gave him an order. This shit’s not up to him. I roll the tension out of my neck, fingers twisting into fists of my own. Where’s the fucking loyalty? She bites her bottom lip and smiles at the message, making me physically ill.

I’ve got distracted by her… Say somethin’ to make her forget about that.

“Uh, hey,” I rasp. Y/n continues to type up a little message. “Y/n?” I reach out, resting my hand on her arm.

“Oh, hi… Umm, Rafe?” She says my name, making everything stand still. I look down at the beautiful eyes and soft, pouty lips, the corners of which curl into a sweet smile.

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, trying to level my tone. “We’re in class together.”

“Yeah… She’s kind of a bitch. Right?” Y/n asks weakly as her eyes soften on mine, showing me pity like my feelings might have been hurt by that little exchange between the professor and me.

“Yeah, she sucks,” I laugh lightly, tossing my head down in fake shame. “The boys and I got a little rowdy last night. I didn’t read that shit. Did you? I mean, obviously-”

“On my way to class,” she giggles as she looks around playfully for our professor.

My mouth falls into an open smile. “Naughty girl. Coast is clear, by the way,” I rasp through a little laugh.

“Good,” Y/n sighs as she tucks some hair behind her ear.

“You’re really smart.” I praise, watching her cheeks blushing again, this time closer than before, making my heart bang in my chest.

“Thank you. Oh, umm, you're a Delta. Right?” She asks, solidifying her answer as she eyes the embroidery on my polo.

“I am. And you’re Phi Mu?” Y/n grins as she nods in reply. “I’m headed over to your car wash after this.”

“Awesome. Yeah, Lyndsey was worried that the University might question where the money came from if we made anything off selling beer tonight.”

“A cover-up?” I smile down at her as I stuff my hands in my jeans.

“Mhmm,” she breathes. “The party’s gonna be huge. Do you think we’ll get busted?”

I chuckle at the sweet nativity of her question. “‘Course we will. Over 500 students in one place… But it’s a block party. Right? So they won’t be able to pinpoint anybody. Not usin’ the frat's money directly. Cash. The boys are gonna pay me back as they sell cups. Untraceable.”

“Aww. That’s so nice of you,” she smiles. Her demeanor hasn’t faltered since we’ve spoken. She doesn’t seem to care about the material shit; my Breitling watch, the gold rings on my fingers. Her face didn’t light up when I dropped the fact that I would buy beer for the masses. She just said it was nice… Fuck, she’s perfect.

“I try… But, if we get busted, I'll blame it on some beautiful Phi girl I know.”

She gasps playfully, smacking me in the chest. “You wouldn’t!” Everything tenses in my body as I fight back my arousal, covering the growing excitement in my slacks with my notebook.

Y/n looks over my shoulder, catching the girl's eyes behind me as she tells us to move forward. “Sorry,” Y/n sighs apologetically, clearing the open space between us and the register. Y/n steps up to the counter, ordering a latte and a muffin before reaching into her purse.

“Oh, shit. No. Sorry! Let me,” I breathe as I hurry to her side. “I’ll pay for whatever she’s havin’ and a coffee for me: one cream, one sugar. Thank you.”

“Wow. Thank you, Rafe. You didn’t need to do that,” she coos.

“No problem, y/n.”

Gifts... That’s what my girl likes.

Well, shit. She’s gonna need a grand gesture. I can sneak into her room tonight. Check the essentials: dress size, music taste; the little things she enjoys.

I'll take a look at her nightstand. How could I not? Gotta know what she uses to please herself so I know what I’m working with and what it takes to get her there. I want to know her better than she knows herself.

I follow along, trying to keep my eyes on her face, but I can’t help but roam her body. I've never seen anything like it, never seen anything so perfect for me. I never wanted anything so bad.

The barista walks over, setting down my coffee. I suck my teeth, regretting my choice, knowing if I got the same shit as her, I could have stayed. But I shouldn’t. “I’ll come by. Yeah? Don’t kill me… I gotta big ass truck, and she’s dirty as shit.”

“No worries,” she smiles sweetly. “I’ll see you there, Rafe. Oh, and thanks for the coffee again.” She reaches out, resting her hand on my arm.

“Of course, sweetheart.” I test a pet name, watching her smile widen. Just gorgeous.

I step away, walking towards the door. Looking over my shoulder as Y/n pulls out her phone, that same smile for Billy setting on her perfect lips.

He’s fucking dead.

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I pull up toward the parking lot, falling into the line of cars; a caravan of dicks with their windows already rolled down. Fuckin’ dogs. I lean out as well, surveying the scene looking for her. Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I watch the gaggle of girls prancing around in their bikinis, excitement building as I frantically look for her.

My heart skips as I see her sporting the most clothes, donning yet the sluttiest outfit of them all. She’s an absolute fuckin’ tease in her cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt, soaked with water. The material clings to her curves, teasing me with her little triangle top, gathered slightly, barely covering her tits.

She leans over and reaches into the bucket, pulling out a sponge before ringing out the soap. A guy rolls down the window of his Mercedes, bending his neck to watch as she washes the side. I can already tell where this is goin’. He smirks, watching her ass as she leans down, cleaning the rear fender. “Aww, sweetheart,” he soughs, “Uhh…You missed a spot.” Y/n smiles sweetly, lowering to where she was before, making me huff out an aggravated breath.

Her friend walks over with a hose, spraying down the suds that y/n left behind. Tori Clarence, a late-night Delta regular. She says something that makes Y/n laugh. Y/n claps back, teasing her sister through a wicked smile. Tori lifts the gun, spraying y/n with a stream of water, hitting her directly on her tits.

Y/n gasps as her shirt turns from milky white to practically see-through, the chilly water running down her perfect body, making her nipple hard. She panics to get warm, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. She pulls it over her body: soft skin, perfect boobs, and wet hair. Little lines of water cascade down her bare skin, rounding her curves catching on the denim of her shorts. Her eyes fall down her body, eyeing her damp state.

“Just do it, baby girl,” I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time I’ve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched.

I start to fist my cock as she leans over the trunk, her body perfectly positioned like I’m taking her from the back. Goddamn. I’d snake my rough hand up her soft skin, following the curve of her arched spine, drifting into her hair. I’d pull it back, feeling her pussy clench around my big dick. I’d spank her, cracking her tight little ass with the palm of my hand, leaving her red and bruised. Just one of the many ways I’d mark my girl. “Fuck, Y/n,” I moan her name as heat radiates through my body.

She walks along the side of the next car, letting me see her little triangle top: light blue, thin material, the blush of nipples visible. I roll my hand over my tip, whimpering at the sensation, imagining myself hitting the back of her throat as tears pool in her pretty, innocent eyes. Y/n looking up at daddy, mascara running down her cheeks as she throats me like the slut I know she can be. I’d hold her head in my hands, using her mouth to stroke my cock. My perfect little toy...

Fuck. I got a Fleshlight with her name on it. I’m gonna use those pictures when I get home… Gotta get myself ready for tonight. She has no clue what she’s in for. What I wouldn’t give to have my cock in her hand instead of my own. I’d make her jerk me off as she pleaded for my dick deep in that pretty tight cunt. I bet she’s so goddam wet. So, so fuckin’ tight.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you his dick. Don’t worry,” I mumble, feeling my breathing start to increase with my pleasure. I thrust into my hand, fucking up into my fist as I watch her undo the loosened side strings of her bikini, tightening it again.

I eye the sign, catching the time. 11-4 PM. Yes… They’ll be here all afternoon. Just need to make a pit stop. Grab a pair of panties. Whatever I can get. I need to taste her. Stuff ‘em in my mouth as I study my prize. My hips stutter as I feel myself about to bust, imagining just how sweet she’ll taste. I work myself quicker, taking hold of my steering wheel as I rut into my hand.

‘Rafe. Rafe. Rafe.’ I can hear it now. See my little whore creamin’ on my cock as I give it to her over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

‘Deep in my pussy… Please, baby’. She’ll whimper and beg, pleading to get stuffed full. I’m gonna brush my fingers over her swollen clit, making her gush all over my cock and thighs, wetting everything around us until I’m pumping her full of my cum.

I'll watch it drip out of her puffy pink hole, fucking it right back in, cleaning the rest off with my tongue before spitting it in her mouth.

My perfect cumslut.

I need it drippin’ out of her for days. Watchin’ my little angel walk into class, knowing just how good I dicked her down. I'll watch her from my seat as she cleans the little cum tear off her inner thigh, slipping it between her lips as her eyes flick to mine, sucking it clean.

No one will have her again. “She was made for me.” The thought alone has my hand faltering; jaw falling slack. My stomach sinks, eyes doubling as she looks in my direction, matching my gaze. “Fuckkk…” My eyes roll back in my skull, toes curling, head thrown to the headrest as I cum harder than I ever have. Shit. I don’t even care if she saw. If she’s any girl of mine, she’d want to see it anyway.

My dirty little whore.

I look down at my jizz covered hand and lap. Goddamnit. I clear the gap between my car and the next before ripping off my shirt and wiping away my mess. I flip my hat on, snagging my protein shaker bottle from the passenger’s seat floor as I try to disguise the real reason I’m covered head to toe in sweat. I do my best to control my breathing, still running high from my climax, hit with the post-nut clarity that she may have seen it all.

She looks happy to see me… Real happy. Y/n smiles, making my heart race again as I meet her gorgeous eyes. She greets me happily, trotting up to my truck. “How are you doin’, sweetheart?”

She dunks her hand into the soapy bucket, grabbing a sponge. “Livin’ the dream,” y/n smiles, moving closer than expected. I take in her perfume, already so familiar to me, the smell of it revving me right up again.

“Sorry. I’m a sweaty mess,” I sigh. Her gaze falls down my body, studying me with a bashful smile.

“Just got done with a workout?” She asks.

“Mhmm…” I smile and nod in reply. “Pay now? Pay later?” I invite as I snag my wallet.

“Now,” she sings. “Donation based, so whatever you’re willing to give.” I thumb through my wallet, plucking out $200.

“Rafe…” She breathes, taking it off my hands. “Are you sure? This is a little much.” Y/n looks down at the cash in her hands before meeting my eyes again.

“Positive,” I assure.

“Well, that is very nice, Rafe Cameron,” she coos. Y/n uses my last name, making my stomach drop. She wouldn’t have known my last name unless she did some digging. I didn’t give it to her; I never said anything in class before today. She must have looked me up on Instagram or Snapchat… Maybe she asked one of her sisters about me.

I fight off a wide smile as she gets started on the car. She takes her time, putting in a little more effort than the cars before. She walks to the front of the cab, leaning over, breast jiggling as she swirls and circles the sponge on the hood. She rises a little higher on her tippy toes, unable to reach the rest.

“Here you go, babe.” Her friend sets down a ladder for Y/n. She bends over once more, the angle alone making my cock rock hard again as I imagine us fucking raw. Tonight… I'll bend her over on the bathroom counter, just like she is now, the bass of the party on the street not even loud enough to cover her cries and my moans. I’ll pound into her as the slaps of our skin fill the bathroom. Her eyes shift to mine, catching my stare. She doesn’t drop focus, keeping her eyes on me as she continues to scrub. A smirk spreads on her lips, mirroring my own.

Baby girl…

Y/n steps down from the ladder before walking to her friend, grabbing the hose off her hands; taking her job instead. She sprays down the truck, cleaning off the suds. The light breeze catches the flow of water, sending little beads of it flying, catching on her perfect skin. My mouth waters as I imagine licking the glaze of it off her skin. Fuck… I don't think I can take this.

“Alright, Mr. Cameron. You’re all set,” she smiles as she eyes her work. I bite my lip and nod.

“Thank you, princess. See you tonight.”

I pull forward, watching her from my wing mirror as she greets the next car. Her excitement fades as she welcomes the next. Good fuckin’ girl.

Next stop, Phi Mu.

A/N: Writing Part 2 Soon :)

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sex therapy :: 23. homewrecker

chapter tags/warnings: naoya has sex with toji’s older ex-wife. misogynistic! naoya. age gap. exhibitionism. creampies. masturbation. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. plain manipulation. corruption.

word count: 3.8k

notes: a longer chapter, but i had became so enraptured in the writing process hence the quick turnaround! given the thanksgiving weekend in the united states, i want to thank all my readers for being so invested my story! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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Naoya Zenin had no qualms in calling himself the Master of the Universe.

He had everything he wanted in this world.

Money? Check. Power? Check. Fame? Also check.

Mind you, Naoya had to work hard to get into this position too. He didn’t just sit around on the couch all day waiting for opportunities to come flying his way. He had to be proactive. He had some tough decisions to make. Like how he had to choose between spending the weekend on a golf course or a ski resort. Or if he should pull up to the next board meeting with a Patek Phillipe or a Rolex. Nothing in his sad and poor life came easy when he only grew up as a spare heir, always living in the shadow of his once almighty cousin.

Which was why nothing could fuel his ego more than watching Toji's ex-wife ride his dick like this was some fucking rodeo.

"Naoya, baby," Mari whined, flushed as she ground down hard on his cock, her pussy squeezing him to the point his sight became spotted with stars. "I'm so close."

“Yeah?" Naoya managed to croak. His voice was hoarse; he longer recognized himself. He could only feel how his cock was splitting his mistress open, and with one long groan, he sank his face into her fat tits that were like clouds against his skin, his heavy balls slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust up. "Gonna make a mess over my cock?”

She nodded confidently. “Mhm…We’re going to leave the sheets covered with cum.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Sighing, the woman leaned forward with her palm holding the headboard’s edge for dear life while the other groped her own breast to keep her bosom from moving wildly.

“Don’t stop,” she mewled.

But shit, Naoya knew he was going crazy at this fantastically sexy sight. With this goddess before him, his mind and body wanted to go all in. No holds barred. He wanted nothing but to stuff this celestial being full of his cum, making sure her cunt would be aching when she woke up.

The Zenin CEO moaned at his lewd ideas, the mattress beneath them rocking back and forth from their combined forceful movements. Damn, he knew he should've booked a hotel room at the Ritz Carlton rather than at some InterContinental, where he knew (from experience) that the beds were sturdier and wouldn't be such an annoying mid-sex turnoff.

"I'm cumming!" Mari shouted in the midst of Naoya's haze, and his mind placed a screeching halt in his thoughts to focus solely on how her walls now squeezed around his cock, contracting around him in waves.

“Shit.”

She might be twenty years older, but goddamn, did she still have that grip.

Naoya’s climax didn’t take long to follow. The way his mistress's hot body crumpled against him as she wailed out his name repeatedly was simply too much, his own breaths dissolving into a strangled moan as his orgasm consumed him. “Holy fuck.”

In one white flash, Naoya's vision went blank. Hot semen shot from his tip in intense bursts as Naoya plunged himself completely into one of the tightest cunts he'd ever fucked. (And yes, he had enough girlfriends and one-night stands to make this conclusion. Don’t be silly to assume he didn't have experience.)

He panted hard, trying to catch his breath as Mari rolled over into the spot next to him, leaving their sweaty forms tangled in bed. As his heart slowed down from its marathon, he puffed his cheeks out and exhaled.

Wow.

He hadn’t gotten his dick twisted like that in a while, and to award the star of tonight’s show, he faced his lover and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“Drained my balls completely empty,” he hummed in sheer amazement, pulling the sheets to cover their naked bodies. If they hadn’t gone for four whole rounds already, he would have hauled her into another episode of intense thrusting and moaning, perhaps slamming into her by those windows for the entire Tokyo area to see.

Giggling, the older woman slipped off the bed. She trailed toward the vanity mirror to re-apply her lipstick for what must be the millionth occasion. Not that Naoya was complaining because he had a thing for women with that cherry red on, and every time Mari went smacking her painted lips together, Naoya would find a way to get all that off.

All Naoya could picture in his head was how much he wanted to watch her suck him off again and see her print lipstick stains on his dick, from the base to the tip.

Well, fuck.

He’s getting hard again.

To distract himself, he tossed over to the side, propping an elbow on a pillow and resting his chin on his palm. This gave him the perfect angle to watch his hot girlfriend while hiding the boner between his legs. A genius move.

Then, he thought aloud, “I don’t know what I would have done without those nudes that you’ve been sending me over these past several weeks.”

She purred, flattered. “Liked them?”

Naoya had to correct her.

“Loved them.” Recalling the slew of dirty photos that he had received over text made his eyes roll to the back of his head. “I would bring my phone to the bathroom just so I could beat off to your pictures in the shower. Even came on my screen once because I couldn’t hold myself back a moment longer.”

Mari grinned from ear to ear from the compliment, staring into the mirror to wipe away a misplaced smear. “So, you really missed me.”

Naoya nodded in acknowledgment, reaching for his unfinished glass of Rémy Martin that had been left on the bedside table. “Most certainly, I did.”

“Of course.” Through her reflection in the mirror, he saw her scarlet lips pucker into a pout. “We haven’t been together in weeks since you are always busy and all.”

Despite her leveled tone, the bitter twinge caught Naoya off guard.

Did Mari think he did not care for her anymore after everything that he had done just this night alone? It was not like he had intentionally avoided her in recent weeks. Naoya had made himself extremely clear in the past that he had a company to run, a marriage to tend to, and a father to please.

Especially that last bit.

Naobito Zenin had been on Naoya’s ass on what seemed like everything lately: ‘financial forecasts’ this and ‘earnings call’ that. The Chairman had been chasing him on whether he had been planning for his upcoming strategy discussion with the board, consulting with other C-suite members about new firm initiatives, and speaking with Daisuke (your father) about recent company operations. Immensely annoying. His very own father should at least have some sympathy, knowing that Naoya—unlike his older cousin—did not grow up with a business mindset drilled into his head.

With the family patriarch also now aware of his son’s extramarital affair, Naoya must especially tiptoe around every interaction that involved his mistress.

After all, Naobito might have been turning a blind eye ever since discovering those scandalous paparazzi photos online, but he was no fool to ignore his son’s funny business, especially if this would jeopardize the Zenin Corporation’s success and the proud family’s reputation. In their most recent meeting, the older Zenin had reiterated that if there was any evidence that his son’s affair may imperil the company’s bottom line, there would be ‘severe consequences’—and in these matters with his own father, Naoya understood that no punishment was off the table.

“So,” Mari pressed, noticing the blond’s silence, “when are we going to see each other again?”

Meanwhile, the woman before him was absolutely oblivious to everything that had been going on ever since Naoya rushed back to Japan from Mexico.

He would take the blame, too.

Naoya intentionally did not mention how his father discovered their scandal’s photos, to lessen Mari's worry. Turned out the decision bit him in the ass, given how the woman narrowed her gaze in suspicion.

With the glass of cognac now trapped between his teeth, he took a slow sip that burned down his throat like spiced liquid fire. The warm residue, a testimony to the drink’s potency, pulsed through his veins like a slow-burning hearth as he sat up slowly.

“As soon as I can.”

She surprised him with her fast response. “Why not this weekend? We were supposed to go to your lakehouse in Switzerland soon, remember?” she pointed out, and Naoya had to conclude that she could not possibly be serious given that the European country called for a ten-plus hour flight from Tokyo, even with his Gulfstream.

“That, I cannot do,” he replied, his tone firm.

If he went missing again, his father would be livid.

“Why not?” an unaware Mari asked while walking over to the bed again and seated her naked form along the edge. “Trying to make time for your wife again?”

Interesting that she assumed you had a role in this. Frankly, Naoya had not thought about you the entire night, seeing you last as a sobbing mess in the penthouse.

As your husband, he should feel a teensy bit bad about cursing you off, but he had never been the one to chew on an emotion that did not serve him, so he quickly let that guilt go. This whole thing was your fault, anyway. Purposely poking around in his business, and then letting him have his way with you despite how obviously little he could care. As far as he can tell, he left you huddled up in an adorable little ball on the floor, sulking and crying over how badly you fucked up.

Pathetic.

That should teach you a lesson.

Perhaps Naoya would like to see a little backbone in you, but if that meant you may grow even more testy when around him, then he would rather not.

With his tongue running over his lower lip, he placed his glass atop the oak table again. “About my schedule,” he began, “no, my wife doesn’t have to do with anything.”

“Good!” Mari huffed with finality, his answer giving her the green light to crawl across the mattress and push the covers off Naoya. She straddled him perfectly, allowing his latest load to trickle out slowly from her cunt and onto his thighs. “That’s what I thought, that you two were over had your marriage certificate not existed. Besides, what was that you had texted me?” she continued as if she wasn’t pressing her slicked pussy against his semi-hard cock. “That your wife had been cheating on you for who knows how long.”

He nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Disgusting,” the older woman spat, rolling her eyes at your audacity. “So, she’s a spoiled brat and a two-timer. For someone from her noble background, your wife is one dumb and cheap whore.”

Quite an ironic statement given who was talking, but Naoya kept his mouth shut at the thought. Rather, his hands kneaded his mistress’s fat butt, which at least helped him keep his mind away from things he didn’t want to think about.

“Yeah, she sure is a slut,” he agreed.

Naoya sent a convincing smile in between his words, and he could practically see Mari’s face light up from his validation.

“See! Exactly!” she exclaimed. “That bitch never lived a hard day in her life and is already blessed with everything the world can possibly give her—wealth, respect, a good last name. Yet, she dares to act like she has nothing?!” Enraged, she threw her hands into the air from frustration. “Might as well just leave someone as entitled as her! Filing a divorce is simpler than you think, speaking from my own experience. Once the whole world understands that she’s a nobody unmatched by you, everyone would support your decision, right?” Wrong. His father surely would not. But to satiate his own curiosity, he let her continue. “Not to mention, baby, people would respect you more as a businessman without your current wife.” Wrong again.

His hands might be tracing another woman’s curves, but Naoya understood that he needed you if he hoped to ascertain his ascendancy in the company. That was why his father, with his life’s many decades, easily recognized this necessary union and had pressed for this marital arrangement.

To the Zenin family, you were the perfect addition.

Descending from a line of honorable financiers, you not only had the right connections to the upper echelon since birth but also were the daughter of the Zenin Corporation’s Chief Operating Officer. Yet, most importantly, you were incredibly elegant, classy, and admired, exactly the person people would want to be associated with if they wanted to clear their public images and tarnished pasts…and exactly the impeccable character that Naoya needed by his side.

His marriage to you served him as not a bond forged upon mutual love, but rather a calculated decision to leverage your virtuosity as a cloak—or moreso, a distraction. With the public adoring you, Naoya could confidently hide his lack of competence and credentials behind your flawless paragon. Goddamnit. He fucking hated how he relied on you more than you depended on him (albeit you might not realize this), but until his father kicked the bucket, what could Naoya realistically do?

Therefore, dissolving this shrewd alliance between him and you would be detrimental not only to two distinguished bloodlines but also to Naoya in particular.

He already skirted around being shown out the door once.

Given Naobito's recent stringency, there was no room for Naoya to make another mistake again.

But rather than dealing with an upset Mari if he chose to reveal these facts, Naoya instead patted her head with encouragement and brushed her brown locks. “That’s my smart girl,” he praised, tilting his head forward to express his agreement.

Flustered at the commendation, she went on without much thought. “I’m so glad you agree with me, baby. That’s just…That is a thought that has been on my mind for a while, but,” and she paused briefly to formulate her next words carefully, “I mean, I only want the best for you. Naturally. So, maybe there are better people to spend your money on and life with.”

Now, Naoya would admit that he can be shortsighted at points, but he was not that stupid to realize that she was alluding to herself.

“I appreciate you for thinking about me,” he still said, because he must stay on her good side if he hoped for a comprehensive answer to his following question, “By the way, do you know any new rumors going around about Toji?”

The said man’s ex-wife perked up visibly at the question. Even though she was busy plotting your downfall a moment ago, the mention of Toji inveigled her such that she would push all her other thoughts aside.

Although Mari had presented divorce papers to her then-husband earlier this year, Naoya continued to allow—in fact, encouraged—Mari to still visit Toji on the occasion. He didn't give two hoots that his mistress was getting railed by his cousin if that meant that she came back with fresh dirt about him, allowing Naoya to indulge in his custom-tailored version of Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

“I had an appointment with him yesterday." Using her fingers, Mari combed through her dark strands. “Crazy that you used to work with him and his stupid little entourage, right?"

“That is crazy.” Had he not been reminded, Naoya would have nearly forgotten that he used to work as a sex therapist too up until earlier this year. In that office was where he befriended the then-Mari Fushiguro, although he had known her years prior as an in-law. Naoya only terminated his position after his father finally decided to hand his only son (rather than his nephew) the CEO and heir apparent titles. “To think that now I oversee a large conglomerate,” he stated proudly, “so unlike everyone else, I have matured and am off to better things.”

"Funny for you to say that,” the woman resumed, now twirling her hair out of habit. “Do you remember your office in the middle of their hallway? Only recently did I realize someone scratched out your name from the door’s plaque. Don’t even know who did that.”

What pettiness.

What was this?

Middle school?

Were the other therapists that butt hurt when Naoya turned against them to propel himself toward his well-deserved future as the Zenin Corporation’s heir? “Choso probably did that. He is the type to hold grudges and act upon them.”

Even if he has to kill, Naoya mentally added from what he recalled about his former co-worker but preferred to keep that morbid possibility to himself.

“That makes sense. I never liked Choso anyway. He will talk shit about you to your face,” Mari declared, which launched her into a soliloquy about her grievances regarding the other therapists that Naoya used to work with. “Meanwhile, Geto smiles too much. Creeps me out.” Agreed. “Sukuna is overly cocky.” True. “Then, Toji,” and this is the part that Naoya really wanted to hear about, “has been distancing himself from me these days.”

Why, this was not the news that Naoya hoped for.

Rather than soaking in joy from hearing about Toji’s demise, Naoya instead felt his stomach drop from a sinking dread.

While he found some sick gratification in pleasing his cousin's past partner both emotionally and sexually, the more important reason he needed this MILF in his life was to monitor his estranged cousin’s moves from afar.

She was merely the perfect spy.

What better source of intel was there in this world besides Toji’s former spouse, who simply walked up to Naoya and offered her espionage services the day she learned that her then-husband was no longer set to inherit the Zenin thone? All that she asked in return was a little money and a little physical attention, which was easy for Naoya to throw at her.

After rightfully (and he must place emphasis on that last word) taking back what he was entitled to, Naoya was positive that Toji had a target placed on his back. Therefore, Naoya needed Mari's updates on Toji and Co. to protect himself, to protect his position, and to protect the status quo that he had worked so hard for.

If Toji stopped talking to Mari completely, how else would Naoya keep his threats under watch?

“Do you have ideas on why Toji is giving you the cold shoulder?”

Pressing her bare chest to Naoya’s toned ones, Mari stopped briefly in contemplation but ultimately shrugged. “Do you think he’s getting suspicious? That he realized I left him for his younger cousin Naoya?”

“No,” the said man denied vehemently. “That cannot possibly be.”

Naoya had been extremely careful in keeping his extramarital relationship as discreet as possible. For example, the moment he learned about those photos of him and his mistress en route to Mexico, he immediately called every publisher to have them take the pictures down, no matter the monetary cost.

He made sure to leave no crumbs along his trail and refused to believe in the contrary. “Any other reasons you can think of?”

With Naoya not reciprocating her libido, Mari started to appear visibly annoyed. “Maybe he’s moved on," she suggested, answers curt. "Maybe he'd found another person.”

If Naoya thought the first hypothesis was alarming enough, this second explanation definitely took the cake.

At least, if Toji had truly gotten suspicious about Mari’s affiliation with the current Zenin successor, Naoya somewhat had some control over that situation. Divert the paparazzi. Create cover-up stories. Bribe more publishers. Find each and every way possible to take the spotlight off him and his secret affair.

On the other hand, there was not much Naoya could do if Toji no longer found interest in his ex-wife.

Huh.

Well, that wasn't quite good.

How could Naoya play his next move?

Or had Toji been playing him all along?

Strategize.

Naoya needed to strategize. C'mon, he was the fucking CEO of the fucking Zenin Corporation. He had done strategizing plenty of times before, so why was his mind suddenly going blank on what to do next?

“Who has Toji taken interest in?” Naoya found himself asking, desperate for information.

“Beats me.” Mari guided his hands to trace her curves, cupping her breasts with Naoya's palms to urge him to massage the rounded mounds. “Although, think about this: she cannot merely be anybody,” and she released her grip around his wrists to start counting with her fingers, “One, she has to be well-off. Therapy ain't cheap. Two, she is stuck in a bad relationship. And three, she is also stuck with bad sex.”

What a good approach to the situation, narrowing down the potential suspects and investigating from there!

Who knew some women had the smarts in them to devise such detailed commentary? That was what Naoya loved about mature and more experienced psyches in ladies like her.

Now, her brilliant analysis reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t exactly place his finger on who.

Whatever, because with this turnaround in the mystery, Naoya decided he would figure this out soon enough.

Triumph was right within his reach.

It was only a matter of time until his aging father Naobito, the one person who had the final say in all company and familial matters, solidified his Last Will and Testament to ensure his wonderful only son Naoya would be the successor to the multibillion family-run conglomerate, condemning Toji Fushiguro to be dwarfed by his little cousin forever.

But first, he must treat his paramour to a much-deserved reward that would render her limping in the morning.

With all the moving parts falling into place, Naoya burst into a wicked cackle by her left tit, leaving Mari staring back at him with a confused frown.

"What's so funny?" she demanded to know.

“Don’t worry about it,” Naoya assured between snickers, leading his mistress forward by gently pulling her waist toward him. He attached his mouth to the nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue as he added, “What you should worry about, though, is how you will walk when you wake up after how sore I’m going to make you.”

The cheesy comment made Mari laugh as she batted her long lashes. She saw where this was going, and her large chocolate-colored eyes sparkled with an excited twinkle as she met his hazel ones, her thin lips stretching into a Cheshire Cat grin from delight.

"Baby," she cooed, "the dirty things you say to me make me forget that you have a wife at home sometimes."

Something about her remark made Naoya chuckle even more heartily as his mind meandered back to his nearly forgotten spouse: his wife.

His…wife.

Wait.

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Vedic Astro Notes 1

Quick Note : This is an interpretation of many analysis I have researched and just one common theme of this placement thus only after analyzing your chart, concrete conclusion can be made.

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⌞Mars (Mangala) in the 1st House⌝

⋆ This positioning signifies an unwavering determination, fearless demeanor, and confident character. Those with Mars in the 1st house possess innate leadership qualities, effortlessly taking charge of any situation. However, it is important for them to control their impulsive and aggressive tendencies. Their passionate temperament should be carefully managed to prevent conflicts or confrontations that could have adverse effects on themselves and those around them.

⋆ Their competitive nature makes them excel at sports or any activity requiring physical strength & endurance! They may struggle with anger management issues but with proper guidance from mentors/teachers they can learn how to manage their emotions effectively leading to success both personally & professionally!

⌞Venus (Shukra) Conjunct Saturn (Shani)⌝

⋆ This conjunction represents a sincere and dedicated approach to love and relationships, accompanied by patience and perseverance. It fosters enduring connections between partners. Individuals with this conjunction value traditional principles in relationships, prioritizing commitment over fleeting romantic encounters.

⋆ They are ideally suited for traditional marriages, where loyalty and fidelity hold great significance. Moreover, their willingness to share knowledge without any hint of arrogance makes them exceptional teachers and mentors. Their strong work ethic combined with discipline helps them achieve success in whatever field they choose be it academics or business ventures! However, they may struggle with emotional expression at times due to repressive nature but through therapy/counseling they can learn how to manage emotions effectively leading to overall well-being both mentally & physically.

⌞Mercury (Budha) Conjunct Jupiter (Guru)⌝

⋆ Signifies a powerful intellect combined with wisdom, resulting in remarkable achievements both academically and professionally. However, it is crucial to maintain consistent hard work and avoid succumbing to laziness caused by indulging in pleasure-seeking activities like gambling. Individuals blessed with this celestial combination excel in teaching and writing professions, as they have ample opportunities for growth and expansion through sharing their knowledge both online and offline.

⋆ Moreover, their extensive knowledge base and willingness to share information without any ego make them exceptional spiritual guides. Their exceptional communication skills enable them to effectively reach out to large audiences, making them ideal candidates for public speaking engagements or careers in media such as journalism or blogging.

⌞Mars (Mangala) in the 7th House⌝

⋆ The presence of Mars in the 7th house of a birth chart has a profound impact on relationships, offering a unique perspective on the dynamics of partnerships and marital life. Mars, known for its fiery energy, passion, and assertiveness, brings a strong sense of independence and courage to the realm of the 7th house, which governs marriage, partnerships, and even open enemies. When Mars takes residence in the 7th house, individuals are infused with a bold and dynamic approach to relationships. They possess a strong desire for equality, passion, and excitement in their romantic unions, making them proactive and fearless in pursuing their desires.

⋆ This placement also signifies a strong sexual energy and physical attraction in relationships. Those with Mars in the 7th house are often drawn to assertive, passionate, and physically active partners. However, it is important to note that Mars' fiery nature can sometimes lead to conflicts, power struggles, and a need for dominance in relationships. Individuals with Mars in the 7th house also tend to exhibit a competitive streak in their partnerships. They strive for equality and fairness in all interactions, and are not afraid to express their thoughts and stand up for their beliefs. However, this assertiveness can sometimes result in conflicts and misunderstandings if not channeled constructively.

⋆ By harnessing the energy of Mars in a balanced and constructive manner, individuals with this placement can cultivate strong and dynamic partnerships based on mutual respect, shared goals, and a willingness to communicate openly and compromise. Embracing these qualities can lead to fulfilling and harmonious relationships under the influence of Mars in the 7th house.

⌞Empty Houses of the Chart⌝

⋆ Empty houses in Vedic astrology hold significant meaning and potential, despite not being occupied by any planets. These vacant spaces possess subtle vibrations that shape an individual's experiences in different aspects of life. Let's explore a few examples to shed light on the impact of empty houses

Examples

Empty 4th House : Individuals with an empty 4th house may possess a strong sense of independence and self-reliance when it comes to matters of home and family. They seek emotional security and stability through inner strength and personal resilience, rather than relying on external sources.

Empty 8th House : Those with an empty 8th house navigate themes of transformation, intimacy, and shared resources in a more introspective and private manner. They approach deep emotional connections and financial matters with self-sufficiency and a desire for privacy.

Empty 12th House : People with an empty 12th house explore spiritual growth, solitude, and closure in unique ways. They find solace in introspection, meditation, and inner reflection, embracing the depths of their subconscious mind without external distractions.

These examples demonstrate how empty houses in a birth chart subtly influence an individual's approach to different areas of life, guiding them towards self-discovery, growth, and empowerment. By acknowledging the nuances of empty houses and embracing the hidden potentials within them, individuals can unlock a deeper understanding of their unique path and purpose in life.

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tabbiwritesgenshin · 1 year

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a little warmth to brighten the night | liyue women

synopsis: how it's like to cuddle with the Liyue gals

word count: 2,152

a/n: i spent an all nighter to write this because i won't be able to for a while...yeah. enjoy this early Valentine's Day gift!

Beidou -

Beidou is the headstrong type of person to tease everyone on the boat. But with someone she's actually comfortable with, who she feels a bit mushy about, she'd be much more open to cuddling. Especially after an adventure where she gets a little beat down, she would appreciate a good cuddle from someone she trusts, it being one of the few moments she shows her more vulnerable side to you

She's a very physical person and likes hugs and other sorts of contact: holding hands, being close, etc. She'll even be so bold as to grab your chin and look you in the eyes. She also believes that touch is a good way to get to know someone. So whenever she gets close to you, you can be certain that she likes you. She's quite the believer that a hug can fix just about anything, so she's sure to give you your affection whenever it's needed.

The Crux captain may also have a slightly rough touch with her skin being rather calloused. If she's more reserved towards physical contact, her hugs would be more gentle and warm but when she's more used to your relationship, she'll be right up on your waist before you can even say hi to her.

In a gentle but firm voice she says:

"Everyone has a warm, soft spot on the inside, and if that spot is exposed, a warm hug on its own can fix just about anything. So, my dear, may I hug you? I know you don't need to be fixed or anything like that, but I just want to give you one, so you know that I always have your back."

Hu Tao -

At first, Hu Tao's love language is usually a simple hug, head pat, or even a snuggle. Despite her job and her usual "playful/prankster" personality, she's really just a big love bug underneath her shell. Even though she won't openly say it, she appreciates those little moments of intimacy, and is really comforted by it.

For the longest time, Hu Tao was alone in both friendship and love. The entire concept of a relationship being quite the hard thing to swallow for her, so at first she would be more laid back with her affection.

Once she's fully comfortable around you, expect her to be clinged onto you 24/7. Hu Tao would be a really touchy person with no particular preference, as long as she got to hug you, it was game.

Hu Tao's eyes slowly opened. She had fallen asleep during the night, and now dawn was coming. She slowly reached around and began to move her hand around, until it touched a soft, warm body, and she couldn't help but smile. At this time of morning, she usually got cold, even with her thick bed sheets. But now... now she was nice and warm. She turned towards the body she had just touched and smiled at it, before wrapping her arms around it and nuzzling herself closer towards it. "Work can wait today"

Keqing-

Keqing is likely to be super proactive about her affections, so she's often the one being snuggled with more than the one doing the snuggling. she's quite gentle with physical contact, so if you started cuddling with her, playing with her hair or holding her hand, she would most likely go along with it and be rather passive. So in a lot of ways she is the perfect cuddle partner, but she rarely initiates it, usually being too embarrassed to ask for it.

When Keqing is stressed, she likes being curled up in the arms of your loving embrace. It's the one thing that can calm her down. She feels safe, comforted, and at peace. She finds the sensation so pleasant, it makes her want to drift off into a calm, gentle sleep…

She's a very affectionate person - she loves to cuddle with you at the end of the day. If especially needy,, she'll even wrap herself around you in a tight embrace and purr softly in your ear. Whenever she's tired, she'll curl up on your lap and take a nap. She's so cute that it's almost too much to bear.

Your eyes grow heavy as you drift off to sleep, resting your head on Keqing’s lap.

“Hmm? Are you asleep already? …How adorable. Sleep well, Y/n, I’ll be right here by your side when you wake up~”

Ningguang -

Ningguang is the kind of girl who likes to be cuddled from behind, wrapped like a blanket in a cozy fashion. She doesn't think too much of physical touch in that sense but if she's stressed on a day, she likes to use it as a coping mechanism. She doesn't always get the chance to be held, so when she does, she's extremely warm, soft, and content.

On certain nights, she enjoys being the "big spoon". Ningguang is a possessive sort of partner, always trying to make clear to you that you were her's and only her's, so her best way of proving it to you was in those small actions.

For both your well-being and her reputation, your relationship had to be kept a secret, so your cuddling session and general affection was very rare, even if it pained Ningguang for it to be way. For all the public and Ningguang's enemies knew, you were only of many workers on the Jade chamber

"Cuddling? With you? Why, of course. Being that close to someone else is very rare for me to be so... intimate. But with you... it's like having a warm fuzzy blanket."

"It feels... Good. But, not in that way, more so... It's like we can be each other's comfort when we need it the most."

"Just two travelers. Keeping each other cozy."

Shenhe -

Although Shenhe usually refrains from showing emotion because of the way she was raised, if she gets close enough to you in that she feels comfortable showing her softer side to you, she can be unexpectedly romantic. She would never admit it though... it'd be too embarrassing.

She can be very attentive with it, if she notices or feels that you are in any way, sad or unwell, she'll spend her entire day trying to comfort you, that includes cuddles. She'll gladly be the big spoon if it meant seeing you better.

Shenhe is a very sensitive person. When touched or held, her heart beats faster and she can feel herself getting flushed in an instant. As her senses are stimulated by the warm touch, she loses herself in the present moment. The world shrinks in size and grows darker as only you are visible to her, being the only thing that mattered. In this moment, she is just a vulnerable girl with no powers being let at your mercy..and to her surprise.. you don't do any harm to her, you only show her your love.

"..."

Her whole body quivered ever so slightly at your touch. She was overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions, a mixture of embarrassment and shyness. She was afraid that at any moment, her heart would explode, and she would not be able to hide the fact that she was nervous. She didn't want to be shy, yet when she tried to be more confident, she only felt her cheeks grow a redder color

"...Can you keep doing this?"

Xinyan -

Xinyan's a cool and confident woman and doesn't have much trouble with public affection but gets really embarrassed if you cuddle her and her friends catch on. She's always been pretty bad at keeping her face from turning bright red at such an action. She's the type to snuggle with you, yet secretly be extremely embarrassed about it.

She enjoys being the big spoon, she'd lie down with you curled into her arm or resting your head on her chest - this is also her favorite position, since she can feel your heartbeat as she strokes your hair and hums you her favorite tunes.

After a long day performing for fans, Xinyan's favorite thing to do to rest up is cuddle up with you and enjoy the rest of her evening together with you. When you're stressed or upset, she’s more than happy to listen to you talk and offer words of encouragement. Even when she’s tired, she’ll always make sure to comfort and support you, as she knows how important it is to feel loved and cared for.

Xinyan wraps Y/n onto her arms, holding them in a comforting manner.

"You don't have to worry about anything, I'll make sure everything is okay."

Her voice is quiet, soothing. They close their eyes, falling asleep with a peaceful smile on their face.

"Shhhh... shhhh..."

Yanfei -

When Yanfei cuddles with you, she likes to make sure she's close to you. She makes the absolute most of it by clinging onto your body and holding you tight... In her arms, she can feel your heartbeat, listen to your breathing, and feeling its warmth. There is nothing more comforting than that after a long day of work... When she is embraced this way, there is nothing that can separate her from you.

She gets very cuddly with you and tends to be playful when she's trying to make you laugh. She usually initiates hugs by wrapping her arms around your neck or shoulder and pulling you close to her, and she usually likes being the little spoon at night. She'll probably tease you a bit when you're just having a casual conversation in-between cuddles, but when it comes to sleeping, she is very serious about physical closeness.

She'd be really playful about it, especially if she's with you, just saying sweet things and maybe teasingly flirting, but she'd never be really forward about it. The most she'd do is suggestively raise an eyebrow and give a little smirk, she would usually get pretty embarrassed if you flirted back at her. Yanfei would be totally caught-off-guard, causing her to stutter a lot, maybe even turn bright red depending on how much you teased her

"If you ever get too cold during the night, I can make sure you get nice and warm."

Yelan -

First of all, she's really good at making you feel safe. You can wrap your arms around her and rest your head on her, and all your problems just seem to disappear...

As for the cuddles themselves... She likes being in front. She can wrap her arms around your back and stroke your hair, and pull you closer until you're touching her. And that... is where you both will stay like that for quite a while.

She's not big on physical contact, but if she sees you're having a hard time, she'll wrap her arms around you .When she does, she won't say anything, but she's very good with her hands. She'll stroke and soothe wherever you're sore, easing your mind and body. She doesn't need to say anything... she just lets her touch do the talking. If you can, try to look into her eyes. You may get a sense that it's a side of her she only reveals to you.

As you lie there with your head on her shoulder, her hands stroke down your back, feeling your warmth.A long moment passes, but then she turns her head slightly, to give you a sweet and gentle smile. "..." She doesn't say anything, but that says it all. You have someone by your side now, watching over you... nothing to worry about.

Yun Jin -

Yun Jin is very professional at all times, but as you lay next to her, you can sense an air of gentleness around her. She has a calm, mature demeanor that makes you feel so calm and relaxed. She is warm to the touch and she seems to have a comforting aura that envelopes you completely.

Despite how serious she was at all the times, when you two were alone, free of the prying eyes of her fellow peers at the Opera Troupe, she would always be the little spoon, feeling loved and safe in your arms, something which she rarely felt.

To return from a long day in the Opera house to your loving arms was a feeling better than Celestia itself. Yun Jin would always have her worries and frustrations fade away by one simple hug from you.

Yun Jin strokes your cheek with her finger, a gentle, yet warm touch. Her eyes are closed, her mind a blank slate, and she rests her cheek against yours. You are both quiet, and only the rhythm of your breaths is audible. You look up at her beautiful tranquil eyes, their softness only adding to the overall serenity of the situation. She then leans in and says, "I am here."

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hyobros · 6 months

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Cheritz's changes in staff over the lifetime of The Ssum

I wanted to write a post about this because it was the nail in the coffin convincing me that The Ssum won't get better. I really want to be optimistic, I was for the first year of the game's release. But with how hard they're fumbling June's route, and having some context by seeing the dramatic changes that happen behind the scenes, I don't have any hope for the game's future in its original concept.

So here's a big fat list of credits, comparison of them, and my own stupid commentary.

A comparison of the beta OPs credits (2018) vs the new OP credits (April 2022)

Project Directed by-

Sujin Ri (this stays constant)

Project Managed by-

Heinrich Dortmann (this stays constant during the time periods I'm comparing- we'll come back to this later)

Character Model by-

Yuseung An (this credit never appears again so uhhhh)

Game Designed by-

Yoonji Shin, Haeyoung Go (this credit also never appears again)

Project Assisted by-

2018:

Youngtak Lee, Heetae Lee, Yeonwoo Jung, Kyungha Kim, Kyungho Kim, Jihyun Jang, Hyejin Hong, Daniel Hong, Seungiim(?) Hwang, Dakyoung Lee

April 2022:

Heetae Lee, Junghee Choi

Art illustrated by-

2018:

Ilbo Sim, Jinhee Lee, Jihyeon Choi, Hyunju Na, Juhul Kim, Jaehee Hwang, Mirae Kang

April 2022:

Ilbo Sim, Jihyeon Choi, Minji Kim, Mirae Kang, Youngjoo You, Yura Lee

Programmed by-

2018:

Mansu Park, Marcos Arroyo, Rachel Tay, Soonyong Hong, Seungjin Lee, Myungjun Choi

April 2022:

Gunsoo Lee, Kukhwa Park, Moonhyuk Jang, Myungjun Choi, Seungjin Lee, Wonbok Lee, Youngkwon Jeon

Scenario Written by-

2018:

Jinseo Park, Minjeong Kim, E Hyun Kim, Eunchong Jang

April 2022:

Jinseo Park, Lilly Hwang, Minjung Kim, Saerom Shin, Summer Yoon, Youngran Moon

Language Localized by-

2018:

Sunhee Moon, Minkyung Chi, Sungjae Choi, Junhee Kim

April 2022:

Minkyung Chi, Pilhwa Hong, Saenanseul Kim, Sorim Byeon

Sound Resourced by-

2018:

(N/A)

April 2022:

Songhee Kim

Customer Service/Communication with Users by-

2018:

Sunkyeong Yun, Hyeseon Yang

April 2022:

Donghee Yoon, Joyce Hong, Sanghee An, Subin Kim

Credits from 2019

These are in the lyric booklet included in the Teo Love Bundle. Strangely enough, I'm already seeing differences between the 2018 credits and 2019. Uh oh?

As of release + a few months

These screenshots don't feature all the credits, unfortunately. I'm relying on screenshots someone else took because I'm not proactive but hindsight is 20/20.

Changes: Project is no longer managed by Heinrich Dortmann, instead by Juho Woo. Scenario team cut down to 2 people, one of which is a new name (Jooyoung Lim). Art team also cut down to 2 people. Sound is no longer resourced by Songhee Kim, but Jaeryeon Park and ROGIA. All new team of directing assistants as well, it expanded to 4 people but they're all new names. 2 fewer programmers, only one of the listed names was already working.

October 2023 (June's release)

Here's where it somehow gets worse lol.

Changes: A lot. Directing assisted by 1 person. They were not a part of the team credited in the OP. Down to 3 programmers, only 1 being in the OP. Entirely new art team! It's up to 4 people, but all of them are new, even compared to only a few months prior. Down to 1 scenario writer pobrecita (but we're coming back to that). Since I don't have screenshots of the project assistant credits from launch, can't say anything for that, except that Gui Zhenghao is new compared to the OP but the number of staff there remained the same. Flaming Heart is gone for the BGM! He's been working with Cheritz for forever but is gone now. One person from the communication team left, so they're down to 2. That would explain why emails have been slower since October. Only 1 translator, though Cheritz is now looking to recruit new ones.

Important note:

According to Cheritz's post acknowledging their use of gAI, Sujin Ri was not involved in writing season 1 of the game, but IS the main writer for season 2. I won't make a rant about how much I hate what she's writing cuz this isn't the post for that, but it explains why season 2 is so vastly different.

The fact that only a few people (like, in the lower single digits) remain even from 2019/early 2022, let alone who's still around from 2018, is really frustrating for the game. The game started with one vision, but now it's being turned into something completely different. Even the app's functions are inconsistant between season 1 and 2 (and a little so between Harry and Teo). According to an email I got from Cheritz, season 2 takes place a few years before season 1. Just sit with that knowledge for a bit :P. It's like the current people in charge of The Ssum (*cough Sujiin Ri*) couldn't be bothered to keep the original concept in mind, let alone how the timeline would work.

This post was a long time coming, I was caught up in just how bizarre this all is and finding tons of stuff that I haven't even included in the post. Writing this has taken about 3 hours (including the time I spent on a post ONLY FOR TUMBLR TO NOT WANNA WORK PROPERLY WHEN I TRIED TO POST IT SO IT GOT DELETED) and uhhh yeah. Now I gotta wait a few years to ask former staff if their NDAs are expired yet LOL

#the ssum #cheritz #im full of hate and rage

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fabricated-misslieness · 1 year

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: neteyam and lo'ak x hard of hearing metkayina male reader (platonic)

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: some things i missed (forgot) while writing the last one. set before its ending

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 628 ~ original

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: getting things wrong, feelings of embarrassment

☾⋆☆⋆☽

"Hey, La'ok." You tuck a hair behind your ear, "Sorry I couldn't hear you the other day."

"It's nothing." Lo'ak shakes his head, "I was actually being rude. I didn't know you had–wait a minute."

"What?"

"Did you just call me La'ok?"

Your purse your lips, genuinely confused. "...is that not your name?"

Lo'ak's eyebrows raise. He closes his eyes as he registers the situation. La'ot. You thought his name was Lo'at. He laughs into his hands, shaking his head. It's a laugh of disbelief, self-deprecating in a way. "La'ok!"

"What's your name?"

"Lo'ak." He exaggerates the enunciation.

You read his lips, "Lo..." His face rises with hope. "..at?"

"What?" His head jerks dramatically, "No, no, Lo'ak."

"Lo'at." You repeat again, not catching the way his tongue remained neutral at the bottom of his mouth.

"It's Lo'ak. Not T, K." He corrects.

"Lo'ak." You nod, pursing your lips, "Okay. I uh, think I've gotta go."

"Do you?" He asks. He hadn't heard your name being called, and if it was you probably wouldn't either. He also didn't think you were really someone with many tasks in the clan.

"Yep." You say, your voice akin to a meep.

Before he gets a chance to respond, you run towards the water with a hurry and dive in. Fyìp finds its way towards you immediately.

Fyìp! You sign with the equivalence to a whine, That was so embarrasssing!!

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Neteyam finds you as you're coming back home for dinner early. You're tapping the water from your ears when he approaches.

"Hey." You greet, noticing him.

"Hey." Neteyam mirrors. His face displays an enthusiastic grin. "How was the ocean today?" He signs as he speaks.

You pay attention more to his signing, as he was noticeably putting much effort into it. You read his signs out loud, "How was.. the fish, yesterday? I thought it was pretty good."

"No, um.." He doesn't let the failure get to him. Instead, he shakes his head and tries again.

"How was the... algae, today?" You blow a raspberry as you think, "Little slimy, green, just like always?"

Neteyam restarts, thinking the signs over in his head again. He was on the right track: ocean, fish, algae, all things related to water. He just needed to get the sign right, he'd already gotten the "today" part. "Okay." He tries again.

"Nete..." You frown, "I don't know what you're trying to say."

"Alright, maybe I'll try something else." Neteyam sighs. He rethinks it all again. "Alright. Do you like ilu?"

"Do I enjoy swimming?" You nod, "Of course I do, but less than resting underwater."

"No, that wasn't it." He shakes his head, letting out a small groan. He rubs his hands together, warming them up to ready himself.

"Do I... excited, dive?" You frown, "I don't think I'm reading those correctly."

He sighs. Seeing how far he was from what he wanted to say, he puts his head in his hands. "I'm not doing well..." He whines into them.

You take his hands in yours and pull them away from his face, primarily so that you may actually read his lips and or listen to him, but you know the message the gesture conveys anyway. "Don't worry. You're still learning."

"Well, I won't–"

"No more self-deprecating thoughts." You interrupt him, squeezing his hands. "You'll get better eventually. I promise you'll get better with time."

Neteyam huffs, but he nods. "I don't know how you'll fulfill that promise though."

"Fpivìl..." You say as you think. When you find an idea, you snap your fingers. "I'll teach you better, I'll be more proactive at thinking of lessons. Are you a visual or auditory learner?"

"What?"

"We'll figure that out too."

Neteyam had to say, your enthusiasm was contagious.

#avatar x reader #avatar x male reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x male reader #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x male reader #🌸 // success!#🌂 // failure #🎟 // avatar #🎫 // neteyam #🎫 // lo'ak

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 4 months

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year in review

one thing i did this past year was set my "win condition" for daily habit resolutions at 183 days in the year, because if you do something on 183 days in a year, that means you technically did it most of the time. i found this really motivational because it meant everything counted but there was also a lot of room for slack, and i feel like even for the resolutions i did not do so hot on that style of tracking gave me information and helped me think about what i really want out of that habit. so i am definitely planning to repeat it this year! as for the actual daily resolutions, they kind of fell into four categories.

nailed it

spend some time with some art: 232 days

work out: 216 days 💪🏼

drink at least 64 ounces of water: 277 days

pretty good

log my little habits & other trackables: 189 days

don't go on the internet before noon: 189 days (but see earlier posting about how i don't really feel like that addressed what i wanted it to address)

nice try

write out a plan for my day: 164 days

make something with words or with my hands: 153 days

get my room back into its baseline acceptable condition: 135 days

abject failures

meditate (147 days), journal (116 days), yoga (69 days) - yoga i just never found a place in my routine for this year but the other two i'm putting into this category even their numbers are not that high because i actually started off pretty strong and then just fully stopped around the beginning of september because life was hard. then like a month later i started having a mental breakdown where i couldn't stop crying and/or thinking about death. coincidence? you decide! (it's almost definitely not.)

i also had some goals to accomplish for the end of the, areas i wanted to make progress in without a specific endpoint, & vibes to cultivate, with mixed results:

memorize at least one (1) keyword/phrase for each tarot card - lol no

listen to sondheim's full body of work in chronological order - lol no

finish all unread books in my room - lol no

get my apartment into a state that would be okay for guests - lol no

post all WIPs - partial credit! i had a very ambitious count of 12 in mind when i made this resolution; i wound up posting 5 and a half, one of which was for & event and not on the list. idk i feel good about this tbh, especially since i did post everything that already had a substantial amount of writing in gdocs when i started the year (so, like, really all True WIPs rather than WIPs + various half-baked notions) and i like pretty much every fic i posted a lot.

up my walking till i'm regularly hitting 70k a week - i didn't put this one in my app for some reason and i am definitely too lazy to go through 12 months of notebooks but a glance at my apple health app suggests... sure? kinda? definitely for a while and then i got sick and then it got cold and dark and less so since then?

make progress towards figuring out routines that serve me: i... think so, yes? i spent a lot of this year, especially the spring and summer, just feeling sooooo dysregulated physically and fatigue-embattled and so on and so forth, and although my sleep cycle at the moment is not ideal, i am not, like, beset every day by the challenge of having a physical body anymore. i don't have one single daily routine i swear by, which is what i always fantasize about even though i know i would inevitably get bored of it and reject it (cap sun / sag stellium problems........), but i have some mini-routines i feel like i can call on, and i also have a set of meals that are boring but easy and reliable to eat basically every day so that i am not spending all of my disposable income on take-out anymore, and i also definitely now think of myself as A Person Who Works Out, so.... yes. i'm gonna say yes.

figure out a way to tackle my gigantic and ever-increasing Backlog Of Tasks: lmao no. not even a little bit.

make progress towards feeling more connected: i think so on this one, too. my most socially proactive friend moved out of the country for six months this spring and as the date of her departure was approaching i realized that i could either watch my social calendar virtually disappear for half a year or i could Try Harder, and then i did try a little bit harder and it went pretty okay. as much as part of me really wanted to, i did not drop my efforts during my extremely busy september/october, either. so.... yeah!

make progress towards fiscal responsibility: yeah. not, like, in leaps and bounds or anything, but i am definitely 3000% less stressed about money than i was a year ago.

stop treating everything like an emergency: hmmmm. i think i did well on this one for things that i can or should or need to take action on, but not so well for things i actually can't - like, i've gotten better at reminding myself that it, whatever it is, isn't fucking brain surgery, and in the worst case scenario life goes on, but i am still prone to the occasional despairing google spiral where i "research" some issue lying to myself that i am gathering important information but knowing deep inside i'm not planning to act on any of it at the moment and therefore really i am just feeding my own anxiety about it. partial credit.

don't push unless i have to: you know what? i think yeah. i mean, work in progress, but - yeah.

be proactive about looking for the stuff that makes me be alive: partial credit.

make more stuff, see more people, experience more art, have more fun: in order, maybe not strictly speaking "more" but between the amount i wrote and getting back into knitting i feel pretty happy about it; yes; probably?; definitely

fuck temperance: not as much as i maybe wanted to, but often enough to be glad when i did

i'm gonna come back on a full resolutions post later i think, maybe tonight maybe not (don't push unless i have to), but some current thoughts on this review:

keeping unedited; the 183 day goal (although i guess since we're in a leap year technically it should be 84, lol) in general; the daily habits of art, working out, drinking water, logging my little habits

i'm debating whether to keep planning my day as a habit or not. i feel like i've sort of internalized enough of a daily structure that some days it's helpful but other days i can just kind of jump into things and not feel like i missed something (today, for example, i've been toggling between work stuff and other goals, including sitting down to write this post, and it's felt pretty seamless)

internet: still thinking of a good way to phrase this. might just go with "make good internet choices" with the option to redefine or be more formal about "good internet choices" if i feel the need

making stuff: debating whether to keep unedited or now that i have gotten into knitting and definitely WILL be doing it pretty much anytime i'm watching something, do a teeny tiny daily writing resolution, like 100 words a day (or "100 words OR time spent doing actual research for something e.g. rewatching [redacted] for the sake of this newsletter i'm drafting")

room: i think i'm gonna keep this one, which lives in my app as "room maintenance," but mentally redefine it to EITHER re-setting my room to its zero position OR spending 20 minutes making progress towards that to disincentivize my current practice of leaving any messes i can't take care of in 20 minutes until i feel like i have a whole day to work on them

meditating, journaling, yoga, aka the self-care shit: i think i'm gonna swap meditating & yoga for mindfulness & mobility. so, like, one (1) yoga video, done while nothing else is playing and containing some degree of stretchiness, would get me a checkmark for both of those things, but i could also achieve both of them by doing, like, three minutes of silent deep breathing + stretching or foam rolling or one of those pilates butt workouts that always helps my back while watching TV or listening to a podcast or whatever. journaling... debating about this one but almost definitely planning to switch to digital journaling of some kind. the therapeutic value of handwritten journaling is real but it's clearly not something i'm up for at this period of my life lol. beyond that might keep it as journaling but just switch the mode, might split it up into reflection & recording, which are the two things i want out of journaling (the latter of which traditional journaling is actually terrible for for me because my handwriting is so bad i never reread my old entries) but could theoretically be accomplished by, like, a tarot pull + a social media post relating to the book or movie or whatever i'm reading. (i said i was gonna bring back blogging this year with my yearly personal tag and then i used it all of twice lol. BUT THIS YEAR I MEAN IT!!!)

walking: definitely gonna put this one in the app lol and also might switch to a monthly goal? i saw someone say that and it seemed crazy but then i was like, well it's true that if i get my period on a saturday and i haven't been going crazy with steps that week i'm basically done..... lol

it's been funny seeing posts all over the place encouraging "fun" new year's resolutions because those were the ones i failed the hardest at! lmao. clearly setting "do this by the end of the year" is not a productive framework for me personally. i will probably take some of my failed year-long resolutions from 2023 and make, like, a funsies list & a serious list, and then set a daily habit goal like "chip away a little at one fun project & one serious project"

the elephant in the room of my brain is, do i want to set some kind of numerical goal regarding Getting Out Of The House And/Or Spending Time With Human Persons? it feels intimating and scary and hard but also less so than it would have had i considered it before my friend moved out of the country. so....... maybe? idk.

similarly, debating if i do want to set some kind of goal regarding how much writing i accomplish, or if doing 100 words a day is enough since the hardest part of writing is absolutely just sitting down and fucking doing it. lol.

also considering a reading goal? that can but doesn't necessarily always count towards the art goal? hmmmm.

#isabel 2k24 #i mean it this time!

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Once In A While

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Overhearing you complain about not being taken care of enough, Rafe sets out to rectify the situation.

WORD COUNT: 1000

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holy shit i think your writing is the best thing I've ever read. no lies.

you do such an amazing job at writing rafe. literally INCREDIBLE.

I have an idea for a rafe fanfic from reading another one of your fics.

rafe evesdrops on a phone call or something and hears you say something along the lines of "i give rafe head a lot and he only does the same for me if its my birthday or something" and then he fixes that??? does that make sense????? lol.

THANK YOU YOU SLAY SO SO SO HARD

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! WOW! WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO START MY DAY TO SEE A MESSAGE LIKE THIS. THANK YOU! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY AND I HOPE THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING YOU WANT AND MORE!*

Once in a While

"Once in a while?! I thought Rafe would be the kind to always give good head..." She spoke on the other side of the phone as you let out a deep breath.

"He only makes me come with his tongue if it's my birthday or he fucked up or something..." The response from your friend was silenced as you caught sight of Rafe in your peripheral vision. You were foolish enough to hold such a private conversation in the living room, where not only Rafe, but anyone, could hear you. And now you would be forced to endure the consequences.

"Bedroom. Now."

He demanded as your jaw clenched. Your ass was already prematurely sore as you were prepared for the dominant order he would direct you to remember. You could already imagine how he would make you apologize for describing such intimate details to someone who wasn't him. At least five slaps for this.

"Lay down. Everything off but your underwear." He didn't even look at you as you watched him close the door before obeying. But he would only look at your legs as you had them pressed tightly together from nervousness, suddenly feeling anxious. Virginal.

"Only once in a while?" He asked as you went to speak as the sudden force of his knees taking your knees apart would silence you into a gasp.

"I only savored you because I didn't think you would be able to handle it every time...but now you know..." Your legs were pulled abruptly towards him until your thighs came to a rest at his hips.

"I have a lot to make up for...." He teased, humor illuminating eyes that belonged to the part of an otherwise deadpanned expression.

"And I don't care if you are shaking...screaming...threatening...I'm not stopping until I've more than made up for it."

"Rafe-"

His hand came to your cheek.

"No, no, baby...I've heard more than enough from you tonight. The only thing you need to tell me now is how good it is...because I'll know when you come...I always do…" Although he could have maintained the integrity of your panties by disposing them off of your hips, he would tear them instead. All to gain your reaction.

"Wider." He guided as he moved to his knees, eyes focused on you as he made those first stripes of his tongue.

Rafe Cameron was a generally verbal lover. Always needing to feed his own ego with an interrogation that prompted you to praise him. But in this instance, he would only speak in that predatory narrow of his usually wondrous eyes, his tongue otherwise invested between your lower lips as your eyes rolled in approval. But just as he was devoted to prove his point, he was just as motivated to remind you that he was dominant. So with any shift made to become more comfortable or guide him to the most sensitive patches of nerves making up your clit, he would station you flat with that long forearm effortlessly domineering in its weight.

And this was where he would keep you for hours. Pinned beneath his arm, edging you without so much as a single stroke to his cock. And this was all because as much as he throbbed for you, he was a proactive man. He couldn't let his girlfriend be left unsatisfied. Not even if she begged. Which you had begun to, to which he would only slow his strides.

"Please!" You belted in finality, edged to your limit as you groaned and thrashed beneath him.

"Please make me come, Rafe"

"I have so many nights to make up for...afternoons...business meetings and lunches...not to mention all the times I could have woken you up-" He was now hovering over you, your slick dripping shamelessly off of his jaw as he spoke against you.

"All you had to do was ask, baby, but now I'm gonna have every asshole your blabbermouth bitch of a friend will tell them I'm not doing right by you...making them think they can do better." He scoffed, forcing you to rise to your knees and palms, but only to continue this pleasure from a new angle.

"And from here on out, it will only be once in a while that you ARE able to walk. And you keep fucking questioning me and I'll make it hard for you to talk, too. Make it real clear for everyone that you misspoke, yeah?" You nodded.

"So for now, scream before I take away the chance for you to do that-" You allowed your body to bask in every single sensation he had allowed. Pain and pleasure unified by overstimulation edging, and his trained touch, while you groaned and arched over him. You were vulnerable and desperate, his name as curses building you to that crest of madness, as he finally pulled you over as you trembled. The release was too much as he now threatened you with his fingers.

"Rafe, I already came!"

"Think you have to tell me? I know those moans. I know that clench...these trembling thighs..." He scoffed. "But that was only once. You're in for a long night-"

"Please, Rafe..."

"Good girl. Get used to saying that. But just understand I'm still not stopping..."

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letteredlettered · 3 days

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I learned that someone pretty junior to me in the company (I have more than 5 years on them but they have a masters and I only bachelors) is making +10k more than I am. Our jobs are fairly different but we have the same job title/level and I'd say the work we do is roughly equivalent. Though, with some recent retirements my job responsibilities have increased. I don't qualify for a promotion to the next level in my job family but I'm trying to figure out how to broach the conversation of an in-level promotion and who to broach it with first. I'm also a bit proactively angry because I figure I'm going to have to write, basically, a persuasive essay on the topic when this shouldn't be an issue in the first place. But that niggling voice in my head is also telling me that, since I don't have a post graduate degree, the discrepancy is justified and I should just shut up about it. Do you have any advice?

I'm sorry to hear about this. It sounds really difficult. I didn't deal directly with compensation (I mostly just recommended disciplinary action; compensation at my company was its own HR department. We're a very huge company), but I can try to answer your question to the best of my ability.

You might get told that the discrepancy is justified because of the difference in degrees. Degrees in some jobs make a huge difference in pay. However, it's still worth it to try.

I would speak with your boss first. If you don't want to make demands right off the bat, you can say, "I'm exploring this issue and speaking to several people about it, but I wanted you to know first so you don't feel as though I was trying to go around you." That gives you room to continue to talk to other people if the boss shuts you down. It also gives you a feel for how hard this is going to be. Lots of advice about asking for higher pay stresses that it's important to be confident and not back down. This might be good advice, but the folks I saw doing that made a bad impression on management because those employees did not understand the pay structure of their company or what was possible within their job classification, so it really felt to management like employees were just marching in making impossible demands, which in turn emphasized to management that the employee didn't deserve what they were asking for.

But if you frame it like a learning conversation, you give yourself wiggle room. In my company, management could request a position review for your position, or in some cases (depending on the union contract) employees could request a position review for themselves. Position reviews would help HR determine whether someone should receive higher pay. That process might be specific to my company, but lots of organizations will have something like that. You'll want to talk to HR to determine what all your options are. Instead of saying something like "I think I deserve higher pay," I'd say something like, "my job duties have changed due to staffing levels. I also learned that a colleague is being paid significantly more despite my higher experience. Is there a way for HR to review my position to determine what pay would be appropriate? I've already informed my boss that I'm pursuing this."

The other thing your company may have is something like a temporary pay increase. It's obviously not permanent, but if you've taken on extra work due to decreased staffing, and if they're hiring replacements and that work will go away once the new people are in place, sometimes you can get increased pay for taking on other jobs. The rules in my company were very strict about that and hardly anyone ever got it, but its worth it to ask about it.

I wish you luck. I'm sorry again you're not being adequately compensated.

#human resources

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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Caught Up In You - Part 7

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: The road trip to Hawkins brings anxiety and confusion, the nagging feeling your new friends are hiding something from you. The only thing you know is you need to tell Eddie how you feel.

Warnings: No smutty smut this chapter, some making out. Lots of smut next chapter bb’s. Light alluding to PTSD and descriptions of anxiety. Still Minor’s don’t come in here.

Author’s Note: First thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with this series, it means the world to me. I’ve been battling with my anxiety a ton this week I hated every thing I was writing, hence why it took me so long to crank it out. May have leaked some of my own shit into this chapter. Sorry! Also I feel like it would really intimidating to try and join their tight group.

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“Don’t throw that out of the window it’s going to get all over the seats!”

Steve Harrington was going to kill you and Robin.

Robin’s frozen in place at Steve’s scolding tone, her window half way rolled down. Harsh stings of muggy summer air hit your skin from the backseat, the seat he’s warning her about. Robin’s shaky hand is holding onto the half drank slushee she got at a gas station a few hours ago, the bright blue liquid threatening to spill out. Steve’s doing his best to keep his focus on the road one hand gripping the wheel the other reaching out to try and stop her.

“I was just trying to be proactive, I know you’re gonna make us clean when we get there.” Rolling her window up she puts the cup back between them shoving her head back into her seat dramatically, Steve’s shoulders finally relaxing. “This is the longest car ride ever, I at least thought to would let y/n drive for a little bit. You know a little switch could have really livened this trip up.”

“Well of course we’re going to clean Robin, your crumbs are every where, eating your chips by the HANDFUL. Lets not even mention y/n dropping her CHICAGO STYLE hotdog all over my backseat.- “

“Hey! You hit a curb!” You try to defend yourself but Steve’s on a tangent now.

“There was no curb, THERE WAS NO CURB.” Exasperated with the two of you Steve run’s a hand through his messy hair before it returns to its place on the wheel. “Thankfully Herman’s back there to at least clean SOME of it up.” Herman’s ears perk at the sound of his name from your lap. You definitely weren’t going to tell Steve about the drool.

There’s a silence that fills the car, neither you or Robin daring to speak. You couldn’t help that you were clumsy, it’s just how you were born. Or at least that’s what you convinced yourself.

“Sorry Steve.” Robin’s voice is quiet “We’ll clean her up real nice when we get back, you won’t even know!” There’s a little more excitement in her words doing her best to coax her best friend out of his bad mood.

“Yeah, I’ll even pay for the car wash Steve! We’re sorry, don’t be mad.” You reach forward trying to convey your apologies with a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. You can see him in his rear view mirror from where your sat, he was trying hard to stay mad but with a roll of his hazel eyes and the soft smile that tugs at his lips all was forgiven.

“Yeah, yeah just no food on the way back okay? We’ll stop somewhere and eat like adults.” His tone was final, neither one of you try to argue.

“Whatever you want Stevie boy!” Robin grins widely poking her finger into his cheek their dynamic returning to normal.

Swatting her hand away the annoyed expression you had grown accustomed to returns to his face.

“You know I hate it when you call me that, stop, we’re barely okay right now.”

Your anxiety riddled thoughts of Eddie not calling you fade them out as your eyes watch the corn fields whiz by. When Eddie didn’t call you on Sunday night you gave him the benefit of the doubt, it was a long drive he must’ve been tired you had reasoned with yourself. But when Monday night came and went your already wavering confidence started to crumble.

When you had confided in Robin the night before unsure of if you should even be coming with them she assured you it was still a good idea. You wanted to believe her but as you got closer to Hawkins the more you felt like this was a mistake. His radio silence was confusing enough, what if you show up and he’s freaked out? Was he just trying to let you down gently? What if he drove away that day and realized he wasn’t as interested as he thought? The night fuzzy with tequila. You do your best to try and focus on your two friends arguing over which cassette to play next.

“Is she still sulking back there?” Robin turns around in her seat to face you, her blue eyes going soft when she can see your anxious expression. She started to pick up on the queues of when your anxiety was getting the best of you.

“I’m not sulking.” You sigh with a roll of your eyes, absentmindedly picking at your black nail polish. “I’m just confused.”

“Look, Eddie’s the king dingus next to Steve over here. He’s stupid but he’s not that stupid to ruin his chances with you. He’s terrible at time management, I’m sure he’s just been busy.”

“Exactly, Eddie doesn’t have the kind of game like, lets say, someone like me to even try and bag two girls at once if that’s what your so afraid of.” Steve’s comments only fuel the anxious fire inside of you the flames threatening to engulf you completely now.

“Wow Harrington great work, you just made it worse.” Robin shoves her best friend and it makes him swerve slightly to the other lane.

“I’m driving Robin, I’m driving!” His normal flustered tone returns to his voice straightening out the car.

Rolling her eyes she brings her attention back to you.

“If I really thought Eddie wasn’t interested, you think I would have still told you to still come with us?”

You shake your head at her because deep down you know she’s probably right.

“Exactly, trust me y/n it’s fine. Everything is going to be just fine.” She smiles confidently before patting Herman on the head turning back around.

You do your best to follow Robin’s calm lead even when the Welcome to Hawkins sign makes your stomach do somersaults.

—-

Pulling into Steve’s parents drive way it’s even bigger then you had imagined, his parents clearly doing well for themselves. There’s only one curly haired boy waiting for you three not the large group you were expecting. Rolling down her window Robin lets out a loud “Henderson!”

Your nerves hit you ten fold when you hear the name always thinking you’d meet the kid Eddie talked so much about with Eddie, but he wasn’t even talking to you right now.

“Steve!” Dustin’s whole face lights up when Steve gets out of the car his arms opening wide. Taking a deep breath you can’t believe how nervous you are to meet a 15 year old.

Getting out of the car you grab Herman, finding comfort in his warm fur. Shuffling on your feet nervously the realization hitting you that your tattoos and piercings are probably going to make you stick out like a sore thumb around here. Your fears are confirmed when you see some of his neighbors pass by staring at you in confusion. Suddenly you wish you were back in your apartment a state away.

“Wow, you’re y/n?” Dustin’s voice brings your attention back to the group, tearing your eyes away the nosey stares of the neighborhood you finally notice everyone’s attention is on you.

“You look way too cool for Eddie.” Before you can even comprehend the words that leave his mouth Dustin is pulling you into a hug, careful not to smush the snorting hound in between you two.

“This must be Herman, I’ve heard so much about you buddy.” Dustin coos pulling away to scratch him behind the ears already earning your dogs loyalty.

He know’s about you? He knows about Herman? Everything that has left Dustin Henderson’s mouth in the last two seconds has sent you spiraling even further down your rabbit hole. When you look at Robin she’s mouthing ‘see?’ at you pointing silently at Dustin.

Realizing you haven’t spoken a word yet, you clear your throat awkwardly ignoring the strange look that Steve is giving you, your abnormal behavior confusing him. He couldn’t fathom that someone who looked like you would be so nervous to meet anyone from this small town.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too Dustin, I appreciate you looking after my boy tonight.” You give him your best smile trying to shake yourself out of the anxious funk you’ve let yourself wallow in since Sunday. You should be happy right now, you said you wanted friends, this is how you make them.

“Henderson Where’s the rest of the party? I thought you all were on dog duty tonight?” Steve’s hands find their natural position at his hips when he questions Dustin finally realizing that there should be more teenagers waiting for your arrival.

“They are coming by later, every one is still unpacking at Joyce’s.” The sadness that flashes behind Steve’s eyes at the mention of the Byers family doesn’t go un noticed by you. You didn’t know the full story but you knew the girl Steve was in love with had left him for the eldest Byer’s son.

The three of them start catching up and you do your best to try and follow along, there’s a lot of names you’ve heard before but there’s a lot of names you haven’t. You can’t help but feel out of place, you were so used to them being in your world, the thought never crossed your mind what it would be like stepping into theirs. All these friendships sharing such a deep bond that you hadn’t ever really seen before. Even not being close with very many people growing up, there was a nagging feeling that there was some secret they all kept together.

“No one’s told Eddie about y/n right? I wanna see the lovestruck look in his little doe eyes when she walks in with us.” Robin rubs her hands together as she speaks, the gesture makes her look almost evil.

“No, no one has even really seen him. I know he picked up a shift at The Hideout last night to help pay for his Uncle’s car repairs.”

So that at least explains last night, a slight wave of relief washes over you.

“Then I know he was with Chrissy Sunday night.”

Chrissy? Who the fuck was Chrissy?

Your relief is short lived at the mention of the girl’s name, Eddie didn’t call you because he was with another girl? The realization that Eddie also had a whole life out here that didn’t include you hits you like a ton of bricks. Obviously you knew he had a life here with friends but for some reason other women were not in the picture you foolishly painted.

“Is everything okay with her?” Steve seems slightly concerned at the mention of her name and you can see Robin visibly tense.

Your brows furrow in confusion never having seen your new friends this serious.

Dustin’s eyes dart between you and them before he speaks, an apprehensive look filling his eyes. There was absolutely something you didn’t know.

“Nightmares - uhh she’s still having nightmares about the um earthquake.” Dustin’s scratching the back of his neck avoiding your gaze now. There’s not a soul on this earth that would believe the words leaving Dustin Henderson’s mouth, especially not with that delivery.

Robin’s quick to clock your suspicious face as you try to put the puzzle together, an impossible task without all the pieces.

“Well I’m glad Eddie was there for her, anyway we should probably load up your stuff right Steve?” Robin’s words are rushed trying to get off the topic of Chrissy as quickly as possible.

‘What we just-“ Steve’s interrupted by a harsh elbow to his ribs, clearly not picking up on your tense demeanor.

When his confused eyes finally land on you his posture straightens. “Yeah, lets load up before my parents get home I don’t really wanna see them.” You at least knew that part was true.

The boys disappear behind the giant wood doors of Steve’s house. The heat of the summer sun feels almost suffocating while you and Robin lounge on Steve’s lush green lawn, letting the boys do the heavy lifting. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you watching Herman roll around in the grass. Your own fingers picking at the sharp blades while your brain works over time at all of the new things you were discovering, the new things being Chrissy and all their strange reactions that went along with her.

“So who’s Chrissy?” You knew to wait till you got Robin alone, she wasn’t as smooth without Steve. You can see her tense from the corner of your eye at the question she knew was coming.

“Chrissy is just someone we went to school with, her and Eddie are just friends if that’s where your head is going.” Her answer is simple and you can’t read between the lines, something you knew she was doing on purpose.

“Well I figured that much, every one just got all weird when Dustin brought up her name. Was she like an ex or something?” You continue to press her hoping that there’s some kind of slip up in her poker face.

“Eddie and Chrissy? No, she was the head cheerleader at Hawkins, she just bought weed from him and they just kinda became friends over the years.” She shrugs casually but her eyes refuse to meet yours, her own fingers starting to pluck at the grass. You were making Robin nervous.

Eddie’s friends with the former head cheerleader? Metal head Eddie? It didn’t make sense to you but before you could press her any further Steve and Dustin’s boisterous laughs bring your attention back to the front doors.

“Really missed you Henderson, your gonna have to come down one time with Eddie, come check out the city.” Steve ruffles the boys hair.

“Finally! Can we hurry up and go to my house so we can start to get ready? We’ve got lovers to reunite!” Robin is quick to use this opportunity to get up and end the conversation between you too.

Robin’s simple answers don’t help your overthinking, fake scenarios designed to hurt your own feelings of Eddie and Chrissy run a mile a minute through your head. In your mind she was probably everything you weren’t and the short amount of time you’ve actually known Eddie starts to weigh on you heavily. You do your best to try and coax yourself out of feeling jealous based off the pure fact he wasn’t actually yours, at least not until you heard him say it sober.

—————

Tugging the bottom of your skirt down you feel like you might puke as the three of you make your way into The Hide Out.

The dimly lit bar is coated in a thick cloud of cigarette smoke, the smell of cheap beer that had probably been spilt all over the sticky vinyl floors hits your nose. Old worn down gambling machines line the walls near the bathrooms. It’s exactly how Eddie had described it to you. There’s a small smile you can’t fight when you take a look at the crowd, there really was only seven drunks here. Now eight with you.

“Beers?” Steve asks you and Robin with a shrug before flagging the bartender down.

“I’m going to need something stronger then that Harrington.” Your voice finally leaves your mouth for the first time in the last hour.

“She speaks! My god, I thought we had a mute on our hands.” Steve smirks at you lovingly and it makes you feel guilty for how absent you’ve been with your friends all day.

“Sorry, I’m just a little lost in my head today.” You confess pink flushing your cheeks as your eyes continue to dart around the bar too ashamed to look at Steve. You see a group of boys on the stage tuning their instruments, ripped flannels and band tee’s you can put two and two together this was probably Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin. When you see his guitar perched on the stage in all of it’s glory you know for sure. Your eyes focus on finding the metal head that’s consumed your thoughts all day.

When your eyes land on him your heart drops, he’s not alone. A petite blonde girl with a high pony is sitting on the large speaker next to him. She was the definition of the girl next door, effortlessly beautiful, she was also the complete opposite of you. Her pink sundress dress a stark contrast to your ripped jean skirt and wasp crop top. The white sneakers on her feet kicking back and fourth. If this was the Chrissy everyone was referring to, your fears were right.

Eddie’s casually leaning against the stage when he talks to her his hands interlocked resting on top of his messy mane of hair. The metal of his rings hit the glow of the stage lights making them gleam. The sleeve’s of his black shirt were fully intact today, the bottom hem rising above his tighter then normal ripped jeans giving you a peak of the pale skin underneath and a whisper of the happy trail you were so fond of.

Fuck, he looked good.

There’s a happiness dancing in his eyes while he’s talking to her that you had foolishly thought was just reserved for you. When her hand grabs onto his arm tossing her head back with laughter you have to look away.

“Well that’s nothing that a shot and a little Eddie can’t fix!” You can feel Robin’s excitement radiating off of her as she bounces from one leg to the other not realizing you had already found him.

“Eddie!!!”

Robin’s yell catches the entire bar’s attention, not like it was hard but it makes you want crawl into yourself and hide just the same, everyone’s curious stares landing on you. Eddie’s eyes finally meet yours and they go big when he finally puts together that its not his imagination, you’re actually here.

“No. Fucking. WAY!”

You really wish you could match the pure pandemonium of Eddie’s reaction when he comes barreling over to you with a smile so big it threatens to break his face in half.

“Surprise Munson!” Robin grins clearly proud that her plan worked, and if you weren’t so focused on the pretty blonde behind him you’d see she got what she wanted. Eddie indeed had that lovestruck look in his eyes.

“I’m here.” You give weakly with a small wave, doing your best to hide the jealousy that’s threatening to completely consume you. Your eyes darting back and fourth between him and her as she watches with curiosity in her big blue ones, Eddie’s outburst clearly surprising her.

When he reaches you his hands immediately find your hips pulling you flush against the hardness of his chest. Taking a ringed finger to your chin he tips your head up demanding you to meet his curious gaze. His chocolate eye’s search yours concern hidden underneath them picking up on your uneasy mood.

Your fingers find their way through his belt loops on their own, looking up at him through your lashes you wanna believe Robin so bad right now. The realization of how much you actually missed him washing over you.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry I haven’t called.” He finally speaks curiosity laced in his voice unable to fully read you, one of his hands leaving the dip of your waist to cup your cheek. “I’ve been real busy but don’t think I haven’t thought about you every second.” His words are almost enough to ease the nagging feeling thats been following you around all day but replays of her hand on his arm keep you cautious.

“Gag me - jesus it’s been what like two days?” Steve interrupts annoyance laced in his voice as your shots and beers slide over.

“It’s young love Steve!” Robin bites back giving his arm another hard shove “It’s romantic! Eddie’s being romantic!” Never seeing this side of her friend before she couldn’t get enough.

“Really just couldn’t let me have this moment huh?” Eddie still can’t keep the smile off his face despite being annoyed with his friend, knowing part of the reason the messy haired boy moved to Chicago was to escape a broken heart.

When Eddie’s soft eyes bring their attention back to you the air leaves your chest, they are searching yours desperate figure you what’s hidden behind them. The hand that’s cupping your cheek moves down to your neck curving behind the nape of it. His other hand leaves their place on your hips threading his fingers in your hair.

Leaning in, his lips hover over yours for a moment gauging if you’ll pull away or not. The smell of cigarettes and mint linger on his breath and it makes your eyes close fighting the urge to inhale deeply. His lips are gentle when they meet yours cautious of the audience in front of you two, but when he goes to pull away and yours chase his unsatisfied he meets them again with more force, letting himself get lost in you.

All your pent up anxiety feels like it’s slipping away with every stroke of his soft lips against yours, you almost forget about the blonde girl waiting for him by the stage.

“Is this who you were telling me about Eddie?”

When Eddie goes to break away from you, your fingers grip even tighter to his belt loops, the irrational side of you not wanting to let him go scared he’ll disappear again. With his forehead pressed against yours his eyes continue to scour your features for any clues on your mood. His finger tips trace against your cheek bone, planting a small kiss on your nose before gently unhooking you. Eddie moves to tuck you in under his arm and you are face to face with a girl who could only be described as sunshine bottled up inside a person.

Shoving the overflowing shot glass in your face Steve cuts in before Eddie has time to respond.

“Thanks for coming to our rescue Chrissy, I thought these two were gonna pass out from lack of oxygen.”

You stomach sinks, this is Chrissy. She’s somehow even more beautiful up close. Eddie’s squeezes your shoulder lightly but you refuse to meet his eyes.

Steve’s comment makes your cheeks heat up. In a split second decision to ease your nerves you down the shot thats been shoved in your hand, not even bothering with a chaser. When the warm liquid hits your throat your eyes close tightly at the bitterness, immediately regretting your choice. When they open you realize you’ve caught everyone’s attention with your sudden bravado with liquor.

“Fuck yeah y/n!” Robin breaks the awkward silence coming to your rescue gesturing her shot up in a cheers-ing motion before doing the same. Her reaction is a lot more animated when the alcohol hits her tongue. “That was not a good idea at all.” Waving her hands with regret. “Never again.”

“Well if we’re all doing it, I don’t want to be left out.” Steve joins in on the trend, his own face scrunching up before doing his best to chase the foul tasting liquid with his beer. “Yeah, I’m with Robin on that one I just couldn’t let y/n get the man and the glory over here”

In this moment you realize that even if these two are keeping a secret from you, you don’t care. You’d never had friends that came your rescue like these two had time and time again in the short time you’d known them. Your adoration grows ten fold when Steve throws a reassuring wink your way.

Eddie’s light chuckle is laced with confusion as he looks between the three of you, noting the odd behavior from all of you.

“Yeah, this is her Chrissy.” Eddie finally answers her question giving you another gentle squeeze. The shot and the gesture made by your friends break you out of your shell a little more. The realization that Eddie has told her about you makes your intrusive thought shut up for a brief moment.

“Hey Chrissy, I’m y/n” You shock yourself extending your hand out to hers which she immediately takes, a welcoming smile breaking across her features.

“I’ve heard so much about you, I didn’t think Eddie was ever gonna stop talking about you when he came by Sunday night.” She gives Eddie a teasing look and when you finally let yourself take a peak at him his cheeks are flushed red.

“Like a normal amount of talking, not like a creepy amount of talking.” He tries to counter, and his nervousness makes you smile.

“I’m sure it was a creepy amount.” Steve counters giving Eddie a tight smile taking a sip of his beer.

“Shut it Harrington.” Eddie snaps “Also your not gonna buy a drink for the lead singer of the band your hear to see?”

“Hmm not when I drove six hours to see said band, if anything the lead singer needs to buy me a second round.” Steve’s quick with his comeback as he leans against the bar. “Besides I brought the girl he’s obsessed with.”

“Munson! Come on!” One of the boys you had seen earlier on stage calls Eddie over before he can come up with a witty come back. Steve’s smirk grows knowing he’s won this round.

Unwrapping himself around you Eddie grabs your hand bringing it up to his mouth to do your favorite thing, looking at you from under his lashes while his lips brush against your knuckles, a knowing smirk spreads over his face when he see’s your eyes gloss over.

“Meet me after the show, I wanna introduce you to the guys.” All you can do is nod his light kisses already making you needy, a part of you hated how much you were affected by everything he did. He grins widely at you before turning around to jog back to the stage.

“You’re welcome for bringing her!” Robin calls after him.

—-

Eddie’s stage presence is so commanding you almost feel like you are looking at a different person. The man on stage was not the goofy lovable nerd you had met a few weeks ago. This man was a rockstar, confidence practically radiating off of him. It didn’t matter that there were maybe 10 people in here now, he was performing like there was a stadium, his guitar playing blowing many of the bands you had seen in Chicago out of the water.

When his eyes meet yours at the beginning cords to Danzig’s Mother you think you might melt into a puddle on the floor. Your thighs pressing tightly together every time his voice would dip low to hit certain notes. His eyes never leaving yours, he knew what he was doing to you.

“Eddie’s actually really good.” Robin yells in your ear over the music, her voice making you finally break eye contact with him.

“Yeah, it’s insane there aren’t more people here.” You agree taking another look around your eyes landing on Steve and Chrissy in the corner. Steve gives her a tight hug before you see her sneak out the door not wanting to take attention away from Eddie, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed of how jealous you had become. They were all just friends.

—-

Eddie’s covering your face in sweaty wet kisses when he comes jumping off the stage, the adrenaline from his performance and the excitement of having you here has him grabbing at you whenever he gets the chance. When he pulls your back against his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist you have to ignore the bulge you feel pressed against your ass as he introduces you to the guys.

“I’ll give it to you man, you looked fucking badass up there.” Steve’s got a proud smile on his face when him and Robin walk up.

“What? Were you expecting me to suck or something?” Eddie chuckles from behind you, his chin resting against your shoulder his fingers playing with the top of your skirt. Eddie was handsy after a show, the thought of getting this side of him regularly makes you take your bottom lip between your teeth. You’re already his number one fan.

“You know what I meant asshole, just take the compliment that I’m generously giving to you.” Steve rolls his eyes not entertained with Eddie’s teasing.

“Real rock and roll Munson!” Robin adds bouncing from one foot to the other with her own post show adrenaline.

Eddie turns his head, his full lips pressing against your ear “What’d you think princess? Did I melt that pretty little face off?” The low tone in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and Eddie can feel it against the hard on he had been trying desperately to get rid of but your short skirt was killing him again.

“Yeah, I don’t even have a face anymore. There’s the puddle of my melted flesh in the corner.” You point to the imaginary puddle where you had been standing to really sell it and it earns a deep laugh from who you wanted it from the most.

“That’s actually disgusting y/n.” Steve puts his hand up in your direction, face turning sour at the thought of what that would actually look like.

“Eww yeah, wow, why?” Robin matches Steve’s disgusted energy closing her eyes sticking her tongue out with a “Yick”

You roll your eyes hard at your friends your own smile tugging at your lips, the first real one all night. Looking around you notice the small crowd had started emptying out leaving the four of you and the rest of the band packing up.

“So what’s the plan now?”

Eddie’s body goes stiff at your question, he selfishly wants you to himself tonight. He wants to take you home and show you how much he missed you, he wants to take you home so when he wakes up in the morning your the first thing he sees, but his mind goes back to your strange attitude from earlier nerves hitting him scared you might not want the same.

“Well honestly I’m exhausted after everything today, I’m trying to get some good sleep before we head out tomorrow.” Steve yawns stretching his hands over his head.

“Yeah, I’m with Steve on this one. It’s up to you y/n you can leave with us or I’m sure lover boy wouldn’t mind letting you use his bed tonight.” Robin Wiggles her eye brows at the two of you, Eddie’s thankful Robin suggested it first seizing his moment he pushes your hair back behind your ear.

“Can I steal you tonight baby?” Eddie’s voice is barely over a whisper when he asks his lips brushing again the shell. “Let me make good on my promise from a few days ago.” His teeth nip at your lobe and a mixture of embarrassment and arousal fill your body. You couldn’t believe He did that in front of Steve and Robin, but the erection digging into your backside makes you realize he probably could care less.

“Jesus man, can you wait? We’re about to leave!” Steve throws his hands up in the air exasperated. “I’m assuming your going with this horn dog?”

Your cheeks heat up at Steve’s words for the second time that night and all you can do is nod, Eddie nuzzling his head back into the crook of your neck.

“Hey!” Steve snaps his fingers breaking Eddie out his lust filled trance “I wanna leave by 10am at the very latest okay? Bring her to Dustin’s, he’s got Herman we’ll meet you there.”

“As much as I don’t want to give her back to you, I guess I can have her at Dustin’s by then.” Eddie teases excitement of the night ahead bubbling up inside of him. The thought of you meeting Uncle Wayne in the morning makes his heart ready to burst, needing to show you off to anyone who will see. Tonight he was going to make sure to tell you exactly how he felt without any tequila to cloud your judgment.

Little did Eddie know you had a very similar plan both of you needing to get it out in the open. Both of you needing the reassurance the other one wasn’t going anywhere.

Smut and confessions the next chapter bb’s

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nsfw hcs for merrick? i absolutely l o v e your writing, its so crisp i am literally crushing it up and snorting it like coke rn. also my boy is so underappreciated🥲

HE IS!! YES!! Merrick is so underappreciated. I need edits of him, I need fics of him. Genuinely his voice does things to me, I’m so obsessed with how scratchy his voice is.

It’s actually embarrassing how much I listen to the ghost’s voice lines. @lylesx got me so addicted to Rorke’s voiceline video and I kid you not, it’s an experience. Now that’s what I snort like coke.

And I’m so glad somebody asked because this has been plaguing my mind forever. Most childish gambino songs remind me of Rorke. Les, heartbeat, me and your mama, the redbone x bonfire mashup.

Thomas Merrick NSFW Headcanons

Now, let’s begin.

Save a ghost, ride a cowboy. This man can be damn rowdy if you want him to be.

He’s hot headed, loves a good bar, a good game of pool, like a true yeehaw blooded american. So if you get him to wear a cowboy hat, you’re really in for it.

Merrick is steadily approaching his older years now and having been around the block a couple times now, I think he’d definitely prefer a partner who knows what they want. That doesn’t mean you have to be experienced, he's just a little over the shyness of it all now. The man does not beat around the bush, he wouldn’t be a commander today if he wasn’t assertive.

Merrick’s not opposed to one night stands but he’s also started to make jokes that he’s ‘over his prime’. Unless you completely took charge and played all of your cards correctly, I don’t think he’d take home a woman in their 20’s.

The whole ‘innocent young girl’ act just wouldn’t work on him, period. He would love the idea of having a daughter one day, even if he had to do it as a single father. I’m certain you can find the correlation there yourself.

(On a different note, Merrick as a father - to a daughter especially - is incredibly protective. He’ll scare off any potential date until they find one he likes, he’ll be proactive if anyone was making fun of them in class and the house has many security systems built in. Not to mention the fact he’s a petty officer, so if his child doesn't do their chores on any given day, they’ll never live it down).

Merrick’s favourite thing to this date is shower sex. Warm water, a hot woman and all the time in the world. What more could he ever ask for?

Seriously though, he’s been a SEAL since he was 17. The man has spent his entire life tossed between aircrafts, navy carriers, land bases and raid sites. The most luxurious thing to him is a long, hot shower.

When he’s home alone, he’ll get himself off in the shower (also because it feels more private to him and it’s an easy clean up overall). Water running down his spine, palmed braised on the tiled wall. He’ll let his head hang forward, eyelids clamped. If an incredibly undignified noise wants to leave his mouth, then is the only time he’ll let it slip.

However, he’ll have you in any position imaginable that could fit in that shower. His absolute favourite is having a shower with a glass door facing the mirror above the vanity. He’ll press your chest up to the glass and watch as you struggle to find a comfortable way to rest your head. Eventually he’ll give in and yank your wet hair back to your chin and sit against the glass, leaving your throat on complete display just for him. Then there's your ass slapping against him, your curved spine shiny and wet. It’s not the best position to get the most of him in you and you’ll likely cramp up quicker, but if you can handle it, it’s the quickest position to get Merrick to finish.

Circling back to the daughter thing: man has a breeding kink. He’ll take any chance he can to ask if he can make you a mummy.

There was one time you were riding him, holding his hands out by his head. The sight of you alone taking what you need from him was enough to keep him hard long after release but then you started to talk to him. Tease him the best way you know how.

“You wanna be a father hmm? I’m gonna make you a father” He’ll groan like he was in pain and you’ll feel it, his dick deep inside you just as restless as his hands were. “What will your kids call you? Dad, daddy, papa?”

When he’s out on a mission, if he’s not thinking about the view of you in the shower, it’s your voice in his ear getting him off. And when you’re with him, then wrap your arms around his neck, let your hands roam his chest and whisper in his ear for only him to hear about how good of a father he’s going to be. He will follow you around like a lost puppy.

You did it to him around the ghosts once and they kicked up a storm. What nasty, dirty thing could you have possibly said to make him completely melt in your hand like that.

If it’s not a “mummy” kind of day, he’ll say “yes ma’am.” In or outside the bedroom, he’ll say “yes ma’am” and absolutely loves it when you run the show. He’s also an avid user of “that’s my woman” when you are doing something helpful or badass.

I don’t know about you but I am absolutely whipped for this man’s voice. He would be absolutely smitten if he found out what his voice did to you. Also another thing that should be talked about more here is that Merrick can speak spanish.

So if you’re being cruel and teasing him, he’ll send it back ten fold (He’s a massive tease and would love a witty woman). He’ll whisper right back into your ear, telling you what he wants to do to you, how hot you look in that outfit and sprinkle in anything in Spanish, until you're a shameless, moaning mess in public.

Merrick isn’t opposed to public sex depending on the situation. Mission are an absolute no and it’d be very unlikely he’d let go all the way when hiding out in a safe house.

(If you were with the ghosts hiding at a safehouse, he’d honestly see it as a game of ‘who can last the longest’. Both of you so so stubborn that the game has only ever ended the lot of you going back into combat or with Rorke or even Elias saying they’ll clear the room just so he can fuck you already. The both of you get so tense and strict just because you’re holding out on each other and the others find it very. very. annoying).

If you were at a bar or restaurant or cinema or even another ghost’s house, however, it’s fair game (granted you can actually find a spot you won’t get caught).

It all started in a movie once, only two other seats were filled out and both were on the other side of the room. You grabbed his hand, stuck it between your legs and started to grind against it. He may have given you the most unamused look but even when you finished, he wouldn’t let go of your pussy until the film was done.

He can be quite loud in the bedroom. Most of the time, however, he’ll only grunt and groan. He’s gonna be really worked up or angry to get a yell out.

He finds the maintenance of his beard quite an intimate thing and as much as a middle aged man can, he gets quite giddy when you trim it for him.

Having you sit on his lap in the bathroom with a comfortable silence. His hands instinctively roaming your back as you giggle. His smile makes it harder for you to be precise that eventually you hold his head still by the jaw. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you as concentrated on getting this right for him. He didn’t seem to care as much as you did and just brought you into a kiss.

Usually if things escalate like that, you’d have to finish trimming his beard later in the night.

Like mentioned before, Merrick’s been a SEAL for all of his adult life. He’s been a ghost since his early 20’s and has become most of his identity. Seeing you in his ghost mask could then draw two responses out of him depending on how he’s feeling.

On some days, he’d hate to see you wear the mask, see you be associated with any of the violence that that mask has seen.

On other days and more commonly however, seeing you wear his mask does something to him. Seeing you let this mask that has become a symbol of him wrap your face, so willing to be one with him. He wouldn’t make love to you in it but it would definitely instigate the evening.

Besides he’s always thought the mask looked cool and you looking hot in it only confirms it. And then if the mask continued to smell like your perfume, even for a few days afterwards, he would be the happiest man alive.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #thomas merrick #thomas merrick x reader #merrick #merrick x reader #thomas merrick x you

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🥶 Cold

Sunlight

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Winter was slow in the Beanbean Kingdom.

Perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised Luigi. The Beanish people were some strange mix of mammalian and plant matter, meaning their body temperature, already low by human standards, fluctuated with the changing of seasons. Sunlight was something they not only thrived in, but required to remain fully functional.

Everything from ramshackle huts to the Grand Palace itself were structured to let in as much of it as possible for as many hours as possible, and nights were almost surreal in their hush once that sunlight was gone. Their peak festival and harvest seasons lay between late spring and early autumn, and even when the air was frigid, they would drag themselves outside bundled in fifteen layers of sweaters and scarves just to feel the sun on their faces.

And when the sun wasn’t out in the dead of winter, well, nothing got done at all.

Yes, the more he thought about it, the less surprising the slow winters were. What did surprise him was how deeply he enjoyed the tedium anyway.

“Regale me again with tales of your winter holidays,” Peasley moped. He bustled about the castle without pause, tending to the innumerable flowers that brought color and oxygen into its bleak halls with hands that shook constantly. All morning he had paced as he read through papers and notes that needed his attention, and when he was forced to stop and provide a signature or write down his thoughts, he’d bounced on his toes like an impatient toddler until he could move once more. His duties complete, he now did everything in his power to create work for himself, all in the hopes of staying just a bit warmer.

This was routine, Luigi had quickly learned. The crown prince didn’t have the luxury of waiting out the winter in one comfortable, secure spot. He yearned to be a successor in his mother’s image, productive and proactive in all areas of life, and that meant he couldn’t shoulder his responsibilities off to her or Lady Lima, and he certainly couldn’t leave them for more tolerable weather.

He was very proud of his own resolve, never passing up an opportunity to brag about how humble and selfless a leader he was… until the first day winter’s chill became strong enough to reach their bed. “Save me, my love,” he’d groaned into Luigi’s chest, and Luigi had promised with a soft laugh that he’d do his best.

“Which holiday do you wanna hear about?” he asked, following on his husband’s heels. It was good exercise, he had to admit, chasing him around all day. Not too exhaustive or overstimulating. Just enough to keep the blood flowing and the joints moving.

Peasley’s trembling hands knocked over a vase on an extensive table. It clunked harmlessly onto its side. “The one where your mother forced a great bird into the oven,” he requested as he realigned the vase. Luigi snickered. Mundane traditions always sounded so much more exciting when Peasley rephrased them.

“Well!” he started. And just for theatrics’ sake, he clapped his hands together and waited a breath or two before continuing. “When we were in the fifth grade, Mario and I decided we were gonna surprise our mom by making Thanksgiving dinner all by ourselves. Bird and everything.”

He must have babbled on about all of them a thousand times, those small but noisy and vibrant Thanksgivings and Christmases and New Years in a little apartment in Brooklyn. He knew for a fact he’d told this story at least twice. Yet the tension and discomfort melted from Peasley’s face as he recounted the disaster that was two ten-year-olds trying to cook a whole turkey; he grinned and gasped and laughed so hard that he wiped tears from his eyes, as though he were hearing it all again for the first time.

When he wasn’t fiddling with the flowers, Peasley’s hand found Luigi’s and squeezed tightly. His skin was cool to the touch even during the hottest summer days. In the winter, it was almost enough to sap all of Luigi’s body heat. But he gave what he had anyway, and sometimes it was enough to allow Peasley a break from his busybodying. In those moments, he would relax his hold and press their sides together briefly, and then he was on the move once more.

And this was how Luigi spent his first winter in the Beanbean Kingdom: following his husband, entertaining him, and keeping him warm, every single day. Perhaps it sounded dull or even overwhelmingly repetitious. To Luigi, it was heaven.

He wasn’t sure how much it actually helped, but it saw Peasley through until they could retire to their quarters and take more drastic measures to stay warm, and he took pleasure in that.

That night, those drastic measures involved curling up on the couch with three fluffy blankets, two giant mugs of hot cocoa, and Season 13 of DegrasSoy on DVD. Peasley’s small but well-built frame fit so perfectly in Luigi’s arms. Holding him near as his shivering subsided felt as natural as growing facial hair, as natural as breathing itself.

Four episodes in, Peasley broke the amiable silence in their dark room.

“I don’t know if I’ve thanked you.” His normally boisterous voice softened, a tenderness only Luigi got to hear from him. “For keeping me warm.”

Luigi chuckled at that, pulling him in even closer. Peasley was in his lap now, both having abandoned their empty mugs two episodes earlier to twine their arms around one another. Come to think of it, had he even been watching? His head was turned in the direction of the TV, but he hadn’t seemed as invested as he usually was in trashy daytime television.

“You thank me every night, mio caro,” Luigi reminded him. Peasley, already a classic romantic, became extra sentimental when he was comfortable and tired. It never got old.

“No, I mean… during the day.” In the light cast from the TV, he watched Peasley close his eyes and smile. “I don’t know how I ever survived a winter without you.”

“Oh, come on. All I do is talk and hold your hand!”

“No, no, it’s so much more than that.” Once more Peasley opened his eyes, and this time he fixed them on Luigi; they were heavy not with sleep, but with love, so much love that Luigi felt a bit dizzy.

“Your voice alone is a driving force,” he continued. “It reminds me that this winter will come to an end, just like every other winter before it. Before you, it always felt… endless. But you, my dear — you’re sunlight in living flesh. And I would live through a hundred consecutive winters without complaint so long as I could spend each of them with you.”

A lump formed in Luigi’s throat. Oh, the things he could promise this man — he had little to his name outside of these castle walls, but it was all his, always, and always would be.

“On second thought—” Peasley drew away suddenly, pursing his lips in thought, and suddenly that air of amorous devotion popped like a flimsy soap bubble. “No, I would absolutely complain. Constantly and fervently. That’s too much suffering to go through in silence. But!” And then he drew back in, grinning at the startled laughter his sudden shift in demeanor had evoked from Luigi. “I would endure it still, knowing my hero would be there to keep me warm.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Luigi snorted. He wanted to kiss him until neither of them could breathe.

“Darling, do you underestimate me?” Peasley gasped. “I can be so much more dramatic.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, Luigi!” Luigi’s laughter renewed as Peasley sprawled out in his lap, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in a mock-faint. “I’m so terribly cold, Luigi! I beg of you, relieve me of this torture!”

A hiccup escaped Luigi’s throat, and he took a moment to gasp for air before diving in. “Oh, no!” he cried, twisting himself so that they could face one another without falling off of the couch. “Don’t worry, I’ll save you!”

Peasley joined in on his mirth as Luigi scooped him close, as close as they could physically be. “Oh, my hero,” he called out, pulling at all three of their blankets until they were completely enveloped in soft fabric, “my hero!”

Their show continued until it reached the looping main screen once more, but they were too preoccupied to pay it any mind.

#I was WAY overdue for another Luisley piece #honestly I think Peasley's my favorite character to write for in the series #he's so dramatic! so verbose! so much fun!#super mario bros #smb #mario and luigi #superstar saga #luigi #prince peasley #luisley #luigi x peasley #peaches' fancy fics #peaches’ prodigious prompts

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MATCHUP FOR @bubonicbambi

Hello, hun ! Thank you so much for all the information you sent, it was super detailed and really helped me determine your match. I really hope this is to your liking <3

As I was reading your ask, three potential boys crossed my mind, however, your preference in partner made me gravitate towards the two you’ll find as you keep reading…

Your idolish7 matchup is definitely good at carrying a conversation. Don’t be fooled by his cheerful exterior, he is more than capable of engaging in deeper topics. You will find very people who care more about their loved ones than he does, to the point of taking the brunt and facing consequences in order to protect his friends. His smile is definitely one hard to forget, and his drive when it comes to his passion is practically unrivaled. If you are sappy, he is sappier, endearment and affection present in everything he does.

Well, can you guess who is going to gift you a bouquet of vibrant roses tonight, dear? Come along, the MC for today’s show is already on standby…

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

Honestly, the more I read the information you sent, the more Momo and you together made sense to me.

You say you are clingy at times, liking to express your love and affection for your friends and loved ones, and making sure they know how appreciated they are. Well, Momo is pretty much the same way, and absolutely adores when you are affectionate with him, be it physically or verbally.

You are intuitive, a quality Momo shares too. However, where you’re more on the quiet and observant side, he is more proactive, his bubbly personality making it seem like his decisions come off a tad impulsive, landing him in situations of danger. So you two would create a nice balance in this aspect, all things considered.

You and Momo would be literally that couple trope of: talks a lot (Momo) and listens (you). There is something so endearing in the fuchsia galaxies of his starry gaze when he rambles on about the new song he’s writing lyrics for.

And because you like writing poetry, your boyfriend knows he can rely on you for advice on the lyrics he comes up with.

Moments like these feel rose colored to Re: vale’s idol; warm, like the shades you render on canvas.

He wonders now, what new masterpiece are you working on? A new poem? Or perhaps a story told in brushstrokes?

—

A sweet melody and the scent of rose tea greet Momo as he awakes.

Peachy hues filter in through the cream curtains of your bedroom, beams of sunrise dancing over the white silken sheets.

When he stretches, he finds the space beside him empty, the creases on the soft fabric still roused with your lingering warmth.

A knowing smile tugs at his lips. He knows he only has to follow the scent of floral tea to find your whereabouts.

With a soft yawn, your lover leaves the room, a gentle hummed symphony creating a rainbow bridge from him to you.

When he reaches the kitchen, it looks to him like the sun has fully risen.

There, sitting at the table, your favorite red mug in hand, you are.

One of your hands idly writes something on a light blue piece of paper, a sparkly pink pen (his color) leaving a trace of neat cursive in its wake.

You take a sip from the steaming liquid, your heartwarming song interrupted in the process and as soon as you catch sight of your boyfriend.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you clear your throat, your voice honey-like when you utter:

“Good morning, Momo.” Lips tilt up in a shy smile, as his mirror the gesture, the brightness of his smile, the truest dawn to you.

“Morning, my darling.” He tells you, as he hugs you from behind, taking a look at the words you have scribbled.

A new set of verses, he observes, his grin widening even more.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, the idol asks:

“Why did you stop singing, my lovely?” He leaves a trail of soft kisses on the side of your neck, making his way to your jawline, cheek, and the corner of your lips.

“Momo…” You whine, looking down, the temperature on your face rising.

You always got so shy when he caught you humming or singing some tune.

How could you not? He’s literally a top idol.

“You have a very pretty voice…” He tells you, nuzzling his nose against your neck, his hands finding yours as he has you hugged from behind. “I love it when you sing.”

You let out a sigh.

He really does know how to compliment you, huh?

“Well, thank you.” You softly say, turning your face around a little to leave a fleeting peck to his lips.

“Sing for me?” He asks of you, those eyes tinted in hibiscus petals, wide, almost like a puppy’s as he looks up at you.

How can you say no to that face?

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.

Then, a delicate melody threaded in the sweetness of rose gardens and herbal tea fills the space.

It embraces you two, a swing in the middle of an idyllic cottage, the grass scented breeze akin to a comforting linen blanket wrapped around you.

Instants like this… Momo wishes time would stop, relishing in this ideal dream you make come true with the notes you sing.

—

Getting annoyed when someone is mean or mistreats those you love is a trait you and Momo share. It is seen on several occasions how he goes above and beyond for his friends, so he’d be able to understand your feelings in that regard.

He also finds it so cute how you’re naturally gentle, warm and sweet; and yet are intrigued by gothic and darker topics. In a way, he mirrors that tendency, since he listens to emo rock, and, in contrast, he’s just about the cutest and most cheerful guy you can meet.

Momo would also be curious about the different aesthetics you like. He’d wonder if he and Yuki can include them in the outfits they wear on stage, and would let you try some on him.

He is someone who can also relate to the identity issues you mention. Nearing the five year anniversary of Re: vale, Momo felt like he was just a replacement, and the thought that he is still somehow dead weight to Yuki haunts him at times. So he really knows what it’s like, to be lost, to be scared of not meeting expectations, to wonder who you are and where you are going.

Talking about mbti now, while it is true infp (your type) and esfp (Momo’s mbti) have differences when it comes to discord on the socialization sphere, both types have in common the need for deep and emotional bonds. That is the key to your relationship.

Additionally, his more extroverted personality can help you get out of your shell, which is what you mention you’d like to do by having deep conversations.

Onto zodiac signs now, both virgo (your sign) and scorpio (Momo’s) value loyalty and deep respect for the other. That makes for a very solid match. Virgo is detailed oriented and perfectionist, while scorpio prioritizes passion, resulting in a very well balanced couple. Plus, both signs are intellectually driven, which brings us again to the topic of you two having interesting conversations over small talk.

You tell me you are fond of terms of endearment and affection in the form of words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time. Well, it just so happens those align almost perfectly with Momo’s love languages. From expressing how wonderful you are, to spontaneous hugs and kisses, to just spending time singing together, or him listening to music while you draw, nestled in between his legs, as his chin rests on your shoulder.

Momo can be pretty romantic too. He is very observant and quick to pick up on others’ feelings and preferences. He’d love surprising you with the most dreamy dates imaginable, because he’d be damned if he didn’t give you only the best.

♡ RUNNER UP: IZUMI MITSUKI

Mitsuki is another one I think would make a really cute couple with you.

Like Momo, he is amazing at carrying conversations, being able to get you to talk more about what makes you happy.

He is definitely hard working and takes his job very seriously. Thus, he would be able to inspire you to shine as bright as the sunshine he very much resembles.

Mitsu is literally the embodiment of “bright smile and youthful heart”. Being next to him has the power to energize anyone, leaving you with a sense of positivity and the feeling that there’s nothing you cannot do.

He would also reassure you about your singing and would think it’s so cool you play instruments too.

The eldest Izumi brother has felt insecure himself about his worth as an idol, so he would understand what you went through during your identity crisis.

With tender cuddles and heartfelt words, his warmth wraps around you, the world outside and all your worries melting away.

Like you, Mitsuki likes cooking and is good at it! Don’t worry if baking is not your strong suit; his family literally runs a bakery, so he’ll teach you how to make the tastiest pastries in no time!

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #i7 #ainana #ainana x reader #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish7 scenarios #idolish7 fluff #idolish7 matchups #sunohara momose #izumi mitsuki #sunohara momose x reader #izumi mitsuki x reader

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Prompts: Hi! Umm firstly I just want to say I adore your fics! Especially the sanderside and Merlin ones 💜 Secondly, I don't know if you are taking promps right now but if you are I've had a idea bouncing around my head for a hurt/comfort Roman fic for... well longer then I care to admit 😅 I was thinking one were Roman in attempt to make amends he paints/draws everyone something representing how he thinks of them? In a kinda abstract but very positive way! (Extra points if everyone has already apologized to eachother but no one has apologized to him and he thinks he doesn't deserve any) and everyone loves the paintings but sadly Roman didn't do one representing himself so they can't have a set! except he very much did and it isn't flattering. I'm thinking some form of broken/rusting crown/sword and colors of brusing or some such. Followed up with realizations of how not great Roman is doing and much comfort. Sorry if this is to much but it feels like something you'd do really well if its not your vibe no worries and I hope you have a wonderful day! - ultrageekygirl

Hello, first of all I have to say I really really love your writing even if I don't leave any comments. I've had to have read all your work about 3 times now but I haven't much counted. I was wondering if maybe you could write some hurt/comfort with Logan? Like how he can't get a word in edge wise and it's no fault of the other sides they just don't seem to notice? And slowly he just learns to stop talking and contributing. And like maybe Roman notices and they have a heart to heart late at night? U don't like have to do this if u don't want to it's just an idea I suppose. -a dutiful reader

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Warnings: self-esteem issues, self-doubt

Pairings: dlampr, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 5741

Out of all the things that Roman could be doing right now, he finds himself staring at the easel in the corner of his room.

It’s just gone sunset and everyone’s split up after dinner to wind down for the evening. Dinner hadn’t been anything spectacularly good or bad, not really. No one got into a fight, no one was celebrating anything, it was the perfect small-talk-and-eat meal.

He tries not to feel too disappointed and then not to hate himself for feeling disappointment.

Deciding that there are far too many thoughts buzzing about his head for him to even think about going to sleep, he gets up and goes over to the easel, unfolding it and setting it up in the middle of his room. He snaps his fingers to get out of his prince costume and reaches for the paints and brushes on a nearby shelf.

As he sets them up, the buzzing begins to solidify.

Everyone has been—well, not quite walking on eggshells but wary around each other. As though the smallest thing could set off another argument that would lead to a massive disagreement that could shatter whatever tenuous peace they’ve achieved. He knows it’s making Virgil antsy as hell and it probably isn’t too much of a stretch to believe that it’s wearing on everyone else too. Patton, at least, who can very much tell that something’s up with Thomas and so something’s probably up with the Sides too. And Logan, who’s never been one to hold his tongue if he truly believes something is wrong. Janus…Janus probably knows too. He can hear every lie in the Mindscape and Roman knows that there have been a damn sight more flying around lately. And Remus…well, Remus thrives in chaos.

Chaos abounds.

He looks back at the easel, chewing on his lip.

What if…what if he helped?

Not in any obvious way, not in any proactive way, not anything that would actually do that much, he’s learned his lesson when it comes to making big swings, but…maybe just to let them know he doesn’t have any hard feelings about anything that’s happened? That he still loves them?

A white canvas appears on the easel and Roman reaches for a brush.

———

He finishes Patton’s first, maybe just because Patton and feelings go closely together, maybe because he found himself reaching for a light blue color first, or maybe just by chance.

“Um, hey, Patton?”

Patton looks up from a book in the living room, smile coming a little slowly to his face but no less genuinely. “Oh, hey, kiddo! What’s going on?”

“Can I show you something?”

A flicker of surprise crosses his face and he stands up quickly. “Yeah! Yeah, kiddo, you can show me anything. Is it in the Imagination? Where are we going today?”

Roman blinks, slightly taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm. He must pause for a second too long because Patton’s looking at him in concern.

“Roman? You—you okay?”

Snap out of it. “Yes, yes, sorry, I just—“ he scratches the back of his head— “I guess it’s been a while, huh?”

“Since you wanted to show me stuff? Yeah, kiddo, it’s been a while, but that’s why I’m so excited! I want to see what you made!”

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he bows, gesturing elegantly up the stairs. “Right this way, then.”

Patton beams and they make their way upstairs. He almost reaches for the door to the Imagination before Roman reaches out and shakes his head, tangling Patton’s fingers in his and leading him further down the hall.

“It’s in my room.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Are you…disappointed?”

“No! No, no, I still really want to see what you’ve made, I…” He shuffles a bit as they come to a stop. “Okay, maybe I’m a little disappointed.”

Something twitches in Roman’s chest. Has he really been so stingy with Imagination time? “After I show you, we could still go in the Imagination, there’s a, um, there’s a new forest that I think you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiles and pushes open the door. “Come in, it’s right over here.”

Patton walks in and stops, his eyes glued to the canvas. His mouth drops open and he grabs Roman’s arm. “Roman—oh, kiddo, did you do this?”

“Yeah,” he says a bit sheepishly, scratching the back of his head again, “it’s, um…it’s you.”

His eyes widen even further. “It’s me?”

Roman gestures to the canvas, upon which an almost anatomically correct heart has been painted in soft blues, yellows, and purples. Surrounded by paint splatters that look almost like shadows, the heart seems to pulse in a mysterious blue aether when it catches the light just right.

“Yeah, Padre, that’s…well, I guess it’s kinda how I see you.”

Patton turns to look at him, his eyes reluctant to leave the canvas, staring up at Roman. Roman swallows.

“You…you’re—“ god, this is so much harder out loud— “you do a lot of work that goes unnoticed sometimes. Like just keeping us understanding that we’re having feelings and emotions but we’re not our feelings and emotions and—I don’t know, you just—you feel like a constant to me, you know?”

Silence follows his comments—that were not said to Patton’s face directly, he’s not brave enough for that—and Roman winces, worried he’s said something wrong or not said enough or maybe the colors are just wrong.

“I mean maybe it’s a bit too literal with the whole heart thing, so—“

A sniffle and a tight grip on his arm and Patton shakes his head wildly. “No, no, kiddo, it’s—it’s beautiful.”

“…you like it?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I love it!” Patton claps his hands and reaches out to squeeze Roman’s shoulder again. “It’s—it’s—well, gosh, I don’t have the words to describe it!”

The heaviness flickers as Roman smiles in relief, sagging a bit into Patton’s touch. “I’m happy you like it.”

“How could I not? Oh, kiddo, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“If you want help moving it, I can—“

“Moving it?” Patton looks up sharply. “What do you mean, moving it?”

“Well, it’s yours. You can put it wherever you want it.”

“Can we hang it in my room?”

“Yeah, Padre,” Roman says, trying to hide how giddy he is that Patton likes it so much he wants to hang it in his room, “we can put it in your room.”

Patton squeals excitedly and snaps on a pair of gloves as Roman carefully covers it with a sheet. They pick it up and walk it down to Patton’s room, carefully propping it against the bed as Patton looks around for where to hang it.

“Can I put it right above my bed?”

“Sure. Hold that side?”

“Here?”

“Yes. Let’s just—is that height right?”

“Looks good, yes.”

“Alright, and then let’s just…okay, there. That should be in the right spot.”

They step back to look at it and Patton throws his arms around Roman. “Oh, kiddo, I really do love it.”

Roman chuckles. “Still want to go to the Imagination?”

“Can I stand here and look at it for a little longer?”

“Sure, Padre.”

———

He finishes Logan’s next, probably because he was too lazy to wash all the blue off of one of his brushes and the buzzing decided it liked how it looked. He takes a bit longer with this one just because keeping his brushstrokes so even was much more time-consuming than he’d anticipated, but it’s worth it when he steps back to see the result.

He knocks on Logan’s door.

“Come in?”

Roman swallows and opens the door, smiling a bit when he sees Logan glancing over from his computer. “Hey, Specs. Can I borrow you for just a moment? Won’t be more than ten minutes, promise.”

“Ah, Roman, hello.” Logan glances at a clock. “Yes, I suppose I can spare ten minutes. What is it you need?”

“I want to show you something.”

Logan covers it well, but he falters a little as he gets up, quickly adjusting his tie. “Is this in the Imagination?”

“No, no, just in my room. Promise.”

“Alright.”

He tries not to fidget too obviously with his hands as he leads Logan back to his room, opening the door and gesturing for him to go through first. Logan accepts with a nod and goes in, glancing around before his eyes land on the easel.

“That’s it,” Roman says quietly as he shuts the door, “that’s what I wanted to show you. It’s for you.”

Logan doesn’t say anything, still looking at the canvas. A still body of water surrounded by mountains of galaxy, a single drop falling from some unknown height to make ripples that look as if they were molded from the fabric of the universe itself. Roman comes up hesitantly behind him, trying to get a glimpse of his face.

“It’s, um…it’s how I see you.”

Still nothing. Shit. Maybe he needs to explain more?

“You’re—you’re really clever, Logan, and not just in that you’re smart and you know a lot of things, but you—you get a bunch of stuff that goes way over my head and you always seem to know how it, like, fits? Like into the whole universe, you can just find the right place for a piece of information to go like you’re solving a puzzle and you make it look so—so—so natural.” He fiddles with his hands. “And I remembered that thing we were talking about with drops of water and how if you add another drop it’s still just one drop.”

Nice going, dunce. How are you connecting that to what you just said?

“A-and I know I’ve been—we’ve been—well, really, I’ve been pushing you more and more to the side and I know that’s not fair of me and I wanted you to know that I don’t just see you as there to provide the footnotes for a conversation or be just an encyclopedia or anything s-so I—“

Logan swallows.

“I—I mean—“

He cuts off when Logan turns to face him slowly with the softest expression he’s ever seen.

“…Specs?”

“Roman,” Logan says quietly, “this is magnificent.”

He swallows. “You…you like it?”

Logan just nods, looking back at the painting. “It’s extraordinary. The way you’ve used color and shadow to draw the focus to the center of the ripples, the way your scale has come together…”

Roman smiles helplessly as Logan begins to explain all the things he finds technically fascinating about the painting. He glances at the clock by his computer.

“Logan? I’m sorry, I don’t want to interrupt, but I did promise I wouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

Logan just pauses and looks at him with a smile. “I think I can extend to fifteen.”

He really has missed getting to listen to Logan talk. He really needs to be better about that.

———

Virgil’s up next and Roman decides he’s never going to look at purple paint again unless he’s throwing it at a wall. He shakes his head and glances at all the tiny brushes and sponges and spends a good half an hour in the bathroom trying to get them all clean.

He texts Virgil when he’s done.

Me: hey are you really busy?

shadowling: no what do u want

Me: can i show you something?

shadowling: sure where

Me: my room

shadowling: k be rite there

Roman lets out a breath and glances at the painting one last time. This’ll be fine. This will be fine.

God, he hopes this is going to be fine.

A knock at the door. “Open up, Princey.”

“Coming!”

Virgil jerks his head at him. “Hey. What’d you want to show me?”

“Um…”

“Do not tell me you asked me here for no reason.”

“No, no, I just—oh, just come in.”

Virgil raises an eyebrow but does, stepping through. “I swear, Roman, if you just go the out of my room so Remus can put shit in there again, I’m gonna…”

His eyes land on the painting and his words trail off into silence. That’s…that’s probably a good sign, right?

Roman glances over again to see the massive spider in the middle of an expansive web dried just right, crouched in the middle of a shadowscape that seems to extend past the boundaries of the canvas. Silver glints off of some of the strands of the web, glitter packed carefully in tight little lines to catch the light just right.

“It’s for you.”

“Shut up.”

Roman slams his mouth shut. Okay. Maybe this isn’t a good thing. Is the spider too literal? Maybe he should’ve gone with something else.

“Shut up,” Virgil repeats, even though Roman hasn’t said anything, “shut up, Princey, you did not—you did not—“

He smacks Roman’s shoulder.

“You made this for me?”

“Y-yeah, it’s, um…” Fuck it. “It’s how I see you.”

“How you what?”

“You—you always talk about spiders being at the center of their webs so they can feel everything and I guess it just reminded me of you. Of how you, you know, you keep an eye on literally everything so you can warn us if there’s danger. I thought it was cool so I…”

Virgil mutters a curse under his breath. “Damn you, Princey, we were even.”

“We were what?”

“We were even.” Virgil smacks his shoulder again. “You go and do something this fucking incredible now? This—you made a fucking masterpiece for me and now I gotta deal with this? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Do you like it or not,” Roman asks weakly, “Virgil, I don’t—I don’t understand.”

“Of course I fucking like it, it’s fucking amazing.”

“Then why are you mad at me?”

“Oh, shit, Princey, I’m not—I’m not actually mad.” He knocks their elbows together. “I’m just—you know I’m bad with…stuff like this.”

“Like accepting things people give you?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, I forgot about that. I’m sorry, I—“

“Don’t you fucking dare. This is great, I’m keeping it, you’re incredible, and now I’m gonna figure out some way to pay you back because I want to and you deserve it.”

Roman has absolutely no idea what’s going on anymore but Virgil seems to be happy with it so he’ll take it as a win.

“Do you want help moving it to your room?”

“Absolutely I do.”

———

Janus is up next and Roman is seriously considering getting one of those voice-activated light systems so he doesn’t have to keep getting up to turn the lights on and off.

He goes to knock on Janus’s door and fully startles when the door swings open unprompted.

“Roman,” Janus says smoothy, raising an eyebrow when he stumbles back, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

He takes a moment to catch his breath and looks back up. “I wanted to see if you were free.”

“Perhaps I am, what is it you wanted?”

“I wanted to show you something.”

The eyebrow just ticks higher.

“In my room.”

Now both eyebrows are raised.

“Not like that, Janus, I just—please?”

“Oh, alright,” he sighs, shutting the door and looking way too much like some aristocrat who’s been terribly put out, “but this better be worth it.”

I hope so too.

He opens the door to let Janus in and hovers by it, watching anxiously as Janus’s eyes land on the painting.

“…Roman, just you do this?”

He nods, then realizes Janus is currently facing away from him and so can’t see. “Yes. Yeah, I…I did it. It’s for you.”

“For me, you say?”

“Yeah, um…hold on.”

He flicks off the lights and Janus doesn’t have time to stifle his gasp.

What had once been a simple pair of hands reaching out into the vastness of an abstract cityscape now has glowing lines leading from each finger down to various corners of the canvas. Glistening knots tie around each finger and behind them all, lurking off in the shadows, is a single yellow eye with a slit pupil.

“I tried to pick out the paint so it would glow but it wouldn’t be too bright in the dark,” Roman explains, “and I tried to make it so it looks good in the dark or the light.”

Janus turns to look at him, barely visible in the dim light. Just by the intensity of it, Roman can tell he’s narrowed his eyes. “What do you want, Roman?”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” Janus says, voice firm, “what is it that you want from me?”

“Nothing, I—ah!”

For Janus had reached out and taken his chin in the dark, jerking his head up, the grip startling him terribly as he fumbles for the light switch again. He turns it back on to see Janus staring hard at him.

“I don’t want anything,” he mumbles around the hand, “I just wanted to give it to you.”

“Why?”

“Because I—it’s how I see you, you should have it.”

“Some puppet master, pulling strings behind the scenes?”

“No!” Fuck, this went really badly. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “I—you can see through things in ways that I can’t and you want—you want what you want and you know how to get it and I think that’s really cool and so I—Janus, I can’t breathe—“

He gasps as the hand leaves his chin, rubbing his neck a bit as Janus turns back to the painting. He’s quiet.

“…I think you’re cool,” he mumbles lamely, “so I…made it.”

“And this is…for me?”

“Yes.”

“No strings attached?”

“No, no strings.”

Janus turns to him again, hand raised to brush his chin and Roman does his best to stifle the flinch. He doesn’t grab him this time, just lifts it slightly so they can look each other in the eye.

“Thank you, Roman,” Janus says after what feels like ages, “I like it.”

“Can you just say that next time?”

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

———

Remus. Remus, Remus, Remus.

There’s really only one thing he can do.

When he’s finished, he doesn’t bother to clean the paint from himself or snap himself back into his prince costume. He just sinks out to Remus’s room and tackles his brother to the bed.

“What—Ro!” Remus shrieks in delight and tries to roll on top of him. “Ro-bro!”

“Hey, Re.” Roman doesn’t let him roll them, burying his head in Remus’s neck to make him laugh. “Got something to show you.”

“Imagination?”

“Nope. My room.”

“Ooh!”

Remus doesn’t bother to get up, just sinks them both back to Roman’s bed, almost crushing Roman into the mattress before he scrabbles up to hit him with a pillow.

“Whoa, hey, hey, careful! You’ll knock it over!”

“Knock what��oh.”

Remus goes still. Roman pushes himself up carefully to see Remus staring in shock at the painting.

A black and white landscape that looks like it’s black lines on paper, only for there to be a figure in the center with its hands dug into it. Out of the points of contact, wild colors spill out with reckless abandon, flooding the nearby whiteness until it almost hurts to look at.

“R-ro?”

“Yeah?”

“’S that—that me?”

Roman smiles and sits up, hugging his brother as Remus clings to him. “Yeah, Re. That’s you. That’s how I see you.”

“‘M not just a mess?”

“You’re a mess and it’s glorious.” Roman glances back at the painting. “I think I just missed you.”

“Aw, Ro, I missed you too!”

Roman laughs as Remus tackles him back to the bed. “So you like it?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! If I could eat it, I would!”

“That’s the best compliment I could ever ask for.” He tries to move but Remus growls. “So you’re staying for a while, huh?”

“Yep. Put on a movie, we’re not going anywhere. My Ro-bro.”

Roman smiles and waves his hand to start a movie on his computer. Being Creativity with his brother is something he’ll never get tired of.

———

“I must say,” Logan remarks as he steps back, “they all look as though they fit.”

“Yeah, right?” Virgil leans against the couch. “I’m never doubting Princey again, jeez.”

“They do look really good.” Patton shakes his head and takes a drink of water. “Do you think he planned it that way?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“I dunno, he said he did them kinda one after the other. Maybe he just sees us in a way that fits.”

They turn as Janus and Remus appear, each carrying their own paintings. Janus pauses as he lays his down to be hung up next.

“…magnificent,” Logan murmurs, “aren’t they?”

Janus hums, eyes still roving over the paintings. “Why isn’t Thomas a painter if Roman can do this?”

“I presume it’s easier in the Mindscape than it would be to translate to Thomas’s hands.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Holy shit, J, that’s cool as fuck.”

“I know,” Janus preens, “it glows in the dark too.”

“Wait, for real? Lemme see!”

Patton flicks the light off and they all coo over the way Janus’s changes in the dark.

“Oh my god, that’s so cool.”

“Thank you.”

“Can it go next to mine? Spiders, strings, all that.”

“I don’t see why not.”

They quickly hoist Janus’s into place next to Virgil’s. Remus motions to the empty space next to Logan’s. “Can we put mine there?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Wait, let’s put it in between mine and yours, Logan,” Patton says, “the colors—“

“Yes, the colors.” Logan quickly shifts the two around. “Alright, Remus, let’s just—there.”

“These look so cool!” Patton claps his hands. “So, so, so cool!”

“What does?”

They all turn to look at Roman as he comes down the stairs, beaming and gesturing to their wall of paintings. Roman’s eyes widen as he sees all of their paintings hung up next to each other along one of the walls in the living room.

“…whoa.”

“Be proud of yourself,” Logan says softly, “you did an incredible job.”

“They look great together,” Virgil agrees, “you’re a wizard.”

“Now all we need is yours,” Patton says as he throws an arm around Roman’s shoulders, “and we’ll be all done?”

Something in Roman’s chest grows cold. “…mine?”

“Well, yeah, you silly, how else are we going to have a complete set?”

“O-oh.” Roman shifts out from under his arm. “You don’t…you don’t want mine up there.”

Janus frowns. “Why not?”

“It’s, um, it doesn’t go.”

“Wait, you did one for yourself already?” Virgil perks up. “Can we see it?”

“It won’t go with the rest of them, it’s okay, I’ll just keep that one in my room—“

“Roman,” Logan interrupts gently, “can we see it?”

“I, um—“ he looks around to see everyone staring at him hopefully— “yeah, yeah, you can see it.”

He isn’t expecting all of them to hop up and gather like a gaggle of ducklings, but he turns and trudges wearily back up the stairs to his room.

Don’t, a voice inside warns, don’t do this. You’ll ruin it. You’ll just ruin it. You said you weren’t going to do anything big and this is big. It’s selfish. Don’t make them look at it. Just lie and say you were wrong, say something, just don’t let them see.

But he’s already at his door and Janus is looking at him strangely.

“…what?”

“You were thinking about lying.”

“No, I wasn’t! Besides, you can’t hear that anyway.”

“No, I can’t, but you did just lie about not thinking about it.”

Fuck. Roman bites his lip and turns away, shame at being caught and tricked flushing his cheeks. He pushes open the door slightly harder than necessary and winces as it bangs against the wall.

“Roman,” Patton says slowly, “if you really don’t want to show us—“

“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I just—“

“Well, just because it seems like you—“

“He’s being vulnerable,” Remus growls suddenly, “give him a second to figure out what that means.”

Roman closes his eyes and thanks every single hope and dream he’s ever had for Remus.

When he’s gathered himself a bit more, he crosses the room to a canvas covered with a sheet and rests his hand on it. The fabric rubs against his fingers and he debates leaving it covered. He could say no. He could make something up. He could do a lot of things that aren’t showing them this painting.

Aren’t showing them him.

But then he looks back over to see all their expectant faces and he takes a deep breath.

The sheet swishes as he pulls it free.

———

A white canvas appears with an easel and Roman reaches for a brush.

Because really, what has he done lately? He just causes problems. He shuts Logan out so he can’t say a damn thing when he’s the closest hope they have to actually getting somewhere. He pokes at Virgil just to make him snap back so he has an excuse for ebbing as sassy as he wants. He shores Patton up like he’s some great paragon of virtue and then throws a tantrum when he scolds him for doing so. He’s like a child throwing a hissy fit with Janus, always jumping and climbing the walls to try and get away from him like he doesn’t deserve the scorn and ridicule.

And he treats Remus like he’s the worst thing to ever exist.

The brush flies across the canvas and he splatters paint across himself.

Why is he doing this, anyway? Is he doing this because he cares about them or only to make himself feel better? If he’s doing it for the latter, he might as well not do it at all.

He reaches for another brush and red drips off the bristles.

He shouldn’t be doing this, then, he should be doing something less selfish. Something better. Something that isn’t him. Or something that is him but is…better.

Maybe he just needs to get it out. Get all the him out so that there won’t be anything left when he goes to paint the others.

So he does.

He paints and he paints and he paints.

And when he steps back to see what he’s done, he falls to his knees and buries his face in his hands.

———

Roman turns away as soon as the painting is unveiled, folding the sheet to be put back in its place as the others let out little noises.

He knows what they’re looking at.

A crown, broken and mangled next to a rusted and bloodied blade. A hand lying limply next to it, fingertips rubbed red and raw, scratched and bruised with calluses split open. Fingers that reach toward the objects because they don’t know how to do anything else. Unlike the others, which veer much closer to abstract shapes and fantastical colors, this one is rendered faithfully to the grim tones of the possible.

He doesn’t want them to see him and yet he’s never been more exposed.

“Roman,” Logan says, softly, softly, too softly, “may I give you a hug?”

May he…what?

“Me too,” Patton says and oh, no, it sounds like he’s crying, “oh, sweetheart…”

“Come here, Roman,” Janus is bidding now and he feels himself begin to move before he stops and curls his arms closer to himself, “Roman, come here.”

“You’re scaring him, J,” comes Virgil’s voice, “you gotta let him have a second.”

Roman squeezes his eyes shut.

“Ro,” Remus says from much closer, “I’m gonna put my arms around you now.”

Remus leans against him, warm and solid, and his arms wrap around his waist. He rests his forehead against the back of Roman’s neck and breathes in deeply.

“Ro,” he mumbles, “you gotta…you gotta let me hug you more often.”

No. No, he doesn’t.

“Don’t lie, sweetie,” Janus murmurs and he’s closer now too, “don’t lie and say you don’t need it. Let us hug you, please?”

Selfish. Selfish and stupid and needy.

“You’re not,” he says, voice growing sharper, “you are not selfish for wanting to be comforted.”

“Oh, sweetheart—“ no, he’s made Patton upset— “come—come here, sweetheart, come here.”

“Don’t overwhelm him,” Virgil mumbles and oh, he’s closer too, “Princey, can you open your eyes?”

He shakes his head.

“Okay. Can you listen to me?”

He nods.

“You’re panicking. Let Remus just hold you, okay? We’re not going anywhere, we’re not gonna hurt you, but you gotta calm down.”

Remus is holding him. Remus is right here. Remus isn’t leaving. Remus squeezes him around the waist and tugs him down to the bed. Remus is here. Remus isn’t mad.

Janus takes his hands in his gloved ones and starts to squeeze gently. Janus isn’t hurting him. Janus doesn’t seem mad either. Janus is here.

Virgil is helping him breathe. Virgil told him to calm down. Virgil said they aren’t leaving. Virgil doesn’t seem to be mad.

Logan has a hand on his back. Logan is warm. Logan isn’t mad either. Logan is talking softly to him and calling him dear one. Logan doesn’t do that when he’s mad.

Patton must have turned off the lights. Patton cups his face and wipes away his tears. Patton is calling him sweetheart and Patton can’t be mad at him. Patton’s here.

Roman opens his eyes slowly and realizes oh, I am panicking.

Of course, as soon as he realizes it, he starts to hyperventilate in Patton’s hold and Remus quickly rolls them over so he can lean his whole weight on Roman’s chest. The deep pressure cuts through the worst of the haze until he can breathe again, gasping out that he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be so dramatic, he really didn’t mean to—

“None of that, now,” Logan chides gently, “you’re upset and that’s alright. Take your time.”

Roman swallows painfully and Remus rubs his chest.

“You’re going great, Ro-bro, you really are.”

“I’m—I’m sorry, I just—I didn’t realize you’d—that you’d want to see and I—I—“

“Hey, Princey, it’s okay.” Virgil runs a hand through his hair. “You’re just kinda fragile right now and that’s okay.”

“B-but you don’t like me fragile, I’m not supposed to be—“

“We like you,” Janus interrupts, squeezing his hand again, “and that means you get to be a bit of a mess about it.”

“Janus,” Patton scolds, “be nice.”

“That is him being nice, unfortunately.”

Remus just hunkers down so Roman can breathe easier again. “You’re doing great. You don’t have to figure everything out right now.”

“We can figure everything out with the paintings later,” Logan agrees, “for now, let us be here for you.”

Roman has no idea what’s going on anymore but Remus is warm and solid and heavy and Logan is being nice and soft and Janus is still holding his hands and Virgil is telling him how to breathe and Patton is drawing the curtains so some of the soft light of the sunset comes in and maybe—

Maybe this is okay for right now.

———

(Later, Remus will quietly ask if that’s really how he sees himself. Roman might say nothing, but he might say yes.)

(Remus might politely call him a fucking idiot and tell him he looks like an explosion right when it’s happening and all you can see is light and feel the rush of energy through your body.)

(Logan might say that Roman is the whirl of electricity when you understand something for the first time and how it feels to see the dots connect in front of you.)

(Janus might say that Roman is the way you know your bed is going to be soft and warm at the end of a long cold day and you can’t wait to crawl into it.)

(Virgil might say that Roman is the buzz and bubble of excitement when you do something you thought you couldn’t for the first time.)

(Patton might say that Roman is the safety you feel when you’re out in a new place you don’t know and you find one friend that hovers by you the whole time in case you want someone to hug.)

(Roman might cry. Again.)

(And maybe he’ll be able to paint something that does finish the set with the others.)

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