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resident-gay-bitch · 14 days ago

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🐈‍⬛ Trick or Treat 🐈‍⬛

Little Steddie + Stobin meet cute; Eddie and Robin decide they must take Steve trick-or-treating, and they absolutely must make him their friend (a really special friend in Eddie's case) - fluffy! (5.5 k words)

This was all inspired by this tweet. It was so heartbreaking and upsetting I just had to fix it :)

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Steve hasn’t celebrated Halloween since he was five. Not properly, anyway. Hasn't dressed up, or gone trick or treating even once since then. And he’s ten now, almost eleven.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he misses going trick or treating. His mummy used to take him, until she stopped being home as much, and his babysitters could never be bothered.

He used to love dressing up, it was his favorite part. Liked to talk to the other kids in the street and play spooky games. But he’ll probably never do that again.

It’s probably stupid anyway. Steve’s double digits now, and his dad says that makes him a man, and men aren’t supposed to get sad about stupid things like Halloween.

Besides, his mum says candy’s bad for him. It will make his teeth fall out and his tummy fat, and his mum really hates that stuff.

Steve’s grown up knowing to always believe her, but he sees kids at school eating candy all the time, and they still have all their teeth and aren’t fat. Even his teacher eats candy, and offers a bowl of it around every holiday.

But Steve never eats it. His mom will be upset with him if she finds out.

But Steve’s a big boy, he can handle himself now. He’s got a bowl of sweets sitting by the door, eyeing him off and he’s trying his best not to eat one, because it’s for the trick or treaters.

The little kids, the ones his age, the older ones, and even some parents.

Steve pretends he’s not disappointed when they show off their awesome costumes that their moms made for them. He pretends he’s fine, he’s becoming a man, he shouldn’t care about kid things like Halloween.

He gets up when there’s another knock on the door, what feels like the millionth one of the night, and finds three people waiting there all dressed in cool costumes.

There’s a girl with freckles, short brown hair, and she’s done it all messy, dressed up like a scarecrow with a glowing lightbulb on the top of her head. She looks awesome, even has makeup on her face and real pieces of straw sticking out in random places.

There’s a boy beside her, with big brown eyes sweet like the chocolate Steve’s giving out, with long hair like a mane with golden shimmers of tinsel through it. He’s dressed like a lion, a showy badge on his chest, and he roared when Steve opened the door.

Behind them is an adult, probably their dad or something, dressed in grey with silver all over him, a funnel wrapped in foil on his head, a big red heart stitched into his shirt, and he’s holding a lead that’s got a little black cat on the end of it, with bows around its collar.

They’re dressed as The Wizard Of Oz, Steve thinks, and they look awesome. Steve wishes he had friends or family to go trick or treating with. All he’s got is Mrs. Delores, from across the street to look after him tonight, and she’s been asleep on the couch since five o’clock. She’d never take him anyway, says Halloween is for the energised, whatever that means.

“Cool costumes!” Steve says, puts on the brightest smile he can muster, just like his mom taught him. He grabs the candy bowl and holds it out for them to stuff their pillow cases with, “I love Wizard Of Oz— isn’t Toto a dog though?”

“Yeah, but Eddie only has a cat.” The girl answers as the boy digs through the bowl, clearly looking for something specific, “I think she’s crazy enough to be a dog though! Makes the funniest noises ever.”

“Yeah, she’s the funniest.” The lion boy giggles, waggles the Milky Way he found in the air, “She’s crazy too, I found her by the quarry one day, and Wayne said I can keep her.”

Steve thinks the tin man is Wayne, gives the man a smile and offers the candy bowl to him, which he politely declines.

“That’s cool, I’m not allowed pets. Especially strays, mom says they’re filthy.”

“Cthulhu is filthy, but she doesn’t stink more than Eddie!” The girl teases, already eating a caramel treat, chocolate all over her mouth.

Eddie punches her in the arm hard, “I don’t stink! Cthulhu is the best kitty in the world.” He bends down, picking the cat up under the arms and snuggling her, and she hisses and squeaks at him, “Aren’t you Cthulhu? You’re the best kitty cat in the world.”

Cthulhu meows and puts her paw on Eddie’s face, and Steve laughs. He’s always wanted a pet, loves them so much. He Loves all animals.

“Can I pet her?”

Eddie looks up at him from his snuggle with Cthulhu and arches his eyebrow, “Perhaps.”

“Oh, lord.” The man mutters to himself behind them, and it seems like maybe Steve shouldn’t have asked.

“Eddie’s very protective of Cthulhu because she’s a scared cat. She was really sick when we found her! So small you could see her ribs, it was so sad!” The girl informs him, very eager to teach, “She’s just a poor little kitty, and only loves me and Eddie and Wayne and no one else.”

“It’s true, she bites people you know? If they get too close.” Eddie says ominously, holding onto Cthulhu like she’s a precious treasure that Steve is trying to steal, “One time Nash from across the trailer park tried to feed her tuna and she bit a chunk out of his hand! It was so funny, there was blood everywhere. He screamed so loud, the stupid fuck-“

“Language.” The man said, glaring at Eddie.

“Uh, I mean, the stupid wimp.”

“It’s true, did you know?” The girl nodded as she spoke, nodded so much Steve thought her head would fall off, “We hate Nash, he’s so mean.”

“I would maybe let you pet her, if she likes you, which she probably won’t because she doesn’t like anyone except for us.” Eddie said, scratching Cthulhu behind the ear to make her purr, giving her little kisses to make her smile, “But, you must also pass the test.”

“What test?” Steve asked, curious now. He’d really like to pet Cthulhu, if she’d let him.

“First, you have to swear to never, ever be mean to an animal ever.” The girl said.

Then dramatically, Eddie added in, “Second, you have to swear allegiance to Robin and I forever and ever, which also means you swear allegiance to all underdogs by proxy-“

“I don’t know what any of that means.” Steve mutters, ashamed of himself. He’s been doing really bad at school lately, he knows he’s dumb, his dad tells him all the time.

“Ed, remember not everyone reads Tolkien by the time they’re eight.”

“Right.” Eddie nods, smiles up at Steve, “Uh, it means you have to swear to at least be nice to us always, like, friendly! No bullying us or being rude or anything. And also the same goes for every nerd or weird kid.”

“Yeah, you can’t be mean to weird kids ever.”

“Are you weird kids?” Steve asked, looking them over. He doesn’t think they’re weird, he thinks they’re cool, they have the coolest costumes he’s seen all night, they put a lot of effort into them.

“The weirdest ever, actually.” Eddie states, nodding like he’s proud of it.

Robin, the girl, nods in agreement.

“Okay.” Steve shrugs, “I don’t care if people are weird, you have cool costumes.”

“That’s really nice, thanks!” Robin says, but Eddie gives him a funny look.

“Where’s your costume? And why aren’t you trick or treating? Are you sick or something?”

“Uhm, I just don’t want to.” Steve lies, he feels stupid because he wants to cry.

“Oh, okay, weird.” Eddie says and stands again, keeps Cthulhu in his arms and Robin leans over to pet her too, “The third rule is that you have to give us an extra candy bar-“

“That’s not one of the rules?” Robin intervenes, clearly confused by this, which Steve finds funny.

“Shh!” Eddie hisses, “Come on, it’s Halloween, it’s a special extra holiday rule.”

“I don’t think that’s fair.”

“It’s just one extra candy bar. Besides, would you prefer stupid Jason come by and steal an extra one like he did at the last house?”

“No.” Robin admits and turns to Steve, “Okay, yeah, an extra candy bar.”

“And also, the last rule is-“

“You have to stand on one foot and hop on the spot and sing Soft Kitty!”

“Hey, I wanted to say that part.” Eddie groans at her.

“You always say that part.” Robin bickers back, and Eddie starts to sulk.

Steve wishes he had friends like that.

“Do you agree with the rules?” Robin asks, and Steve nods.

“Sure.” He says.

“Okay, fine.” Eddie said, snapping out of his hunch to grin at Steve again, “But don’t be offended if she doesn’t like you. She hates everyone. She was even scared of us for the first few days!”

“Yeah, it’s true.” Robin agrees, watching Eddie set Cthulhu down, taking the leash from the older man, “She’s such a poor little kitty. Eddie, show him the scars you have! I can’t or it will stuff up my costume.”

“Oh, yeah!” Eddie grins, shoving the sleeves up his arms to reveal an array of tiny bites and scratches, “Gnarly, huh?”

“I thought he had rabies! I was so scared, but it’s okay, we all got a rabies shot.”

“Yeah, I almost passed out, I hate needles.”

“It was really funny, the nurses had to give him three lollipops to stop him crying-“

“Hey! Don’t tell him that, he won’t think I’m cool.” Eddie punches her again. Robin punches him back.

“He probably already thinks you’re not cool, Eddie. Everyone thinks you’re not cool, and he’s rich.”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie mutters, shrugs like he no longer cares, loosens Cthulhu’s lead a little, “Anyway, just don’t take it personally if she tries to kill you or anything, she especially doesn’t like mean people or rich people. She only likes freaks and weirdos I think, ‘cause we’re like her, you know? She’s a good cat like that. So yeah, just don’t like, get upset if she hates—“

They all stop and stare when Cthulhu wanders over the threshold to Steve’s house, looking up at him with her tail in the air as she goes. She walks right up to Steve, rubs her face against his shin and weaves between his legs, stretching out and laying on his fluffy slipperd feet.

Behind them, the older man snickers, and Eddie glares back at him.

He takes a few steps away to catch his breath as he laughs, muttering as he goes, “Spoke too soon, boy, what’d I tell ya?”

Eddie growls and looks back at Cthulhu like she’s betrayed him. Robin is just smiling, which is nice, she has a very happy smile.

“I think she likes him, Eddie.” Robin says, and Eddie growls again.

“So, can I pet her?” Steve asks.

“You have to do the ritual.” Eddie says with sass, like it’s a challenge, like Steve won’t do it, “Swear kindness to all animals.”

“Obviously, I love animals.” Steve said with a frown.

“That one’s easy, you’d be a total psycho if you didn’t!”

“Okay, swear you’ll never be mean to an outcast or a weirdo.” Robin said.

“Okay— but what about if a weirdo is mean to me first? Can I be mean back?” He asked, because the rules seemed a little biassed.

“Eh, makes sense.” Robin nodded, “What do you think, Eddie?”

“I agree. Not like a weirdo would ever be mean to a rich kid.” He said, shrugging.

Steve arched his eyebrow at the boy, put his hands on his hips unimpressed, “I swear it, idiot.”

“Hey, you can’t—“

“You said I can, if you’re mean first.”

“I’m not— Wayne! Stop laughing at me!” Eddie huffed back at the man, facing Steve again, he said, “I’m not mean to you.”

“You are. You said Cthulhu would probably hate me cause I’m rich. I’m not even rich, I just live here.”

Beside him, Robin nodded, “You are kinda mean sometimes, Eddie.”

Eddie looked like a fish out of water. The old man was still laughing, hunched over from it now.

“We can call it even, if you’re nice to me from now on.” Steve states, holding out his hand in an offer.

Eddie looks at his hand and considers it, looks back at Steve and sighs, “I’m sorry, okay, you're right. We can call it even.”

Steve smiles and solidifies the shake, wondering why his stomach goes all fluttery.

“Three!” Robin interrupts, literally leaning over to get between them, “Extra candy bar.”

Steve smiles and lets them both have at it again, holding it steady as they aggressively rifle through the bowl in hunt of their desired treasure. Robin eats half of hers again when she gets it, drops the other half in her pillow case.

“And the dance!” Eddie chimes in, carefully placing his sweet in the sack, “For a whole minute.”

“How am I supposed to hop on one foot when Cthulhu is laying on my slippers?”

“Uh, that’s a good point, Eddie. You know Cthulhu hates being disturbed.” Robin whispers, like she’s scared she’ll suddenly wake the sleeping kitty.

Eddie pouts, looking down at the animal to come up with an answer. It takes him a while. Steve comes up with one first.

He grabs the bowl of sweets again and dumps half in Robin's sack, and the other half in Eddie’s. A trade, extra candy so he doesn’t have to do the dance.

“Awesome!” Robin grins, beaming down at her loot.

“What about your leftovers?” Eddie asks, looking sadly at the big empty bowl, “You won’t have any leftovers! And you’re not trick or treating, so how would you get chocolate?”

“It’s okay, mom doesn’t really like when I eat chocolate. Says it will make my teeth fall out—“

“Ah! Is that true?” Robin asks, her mouth full of melted chocolate again. She looks back at the man in fear, “Wayne! Are my teeth gonna fall out?”

“No.” He says, stern and sharp, “My mama used to tell me the same thing. You’re supposed to have treats, you’re a kid.”

Oh, Steve thinks to himself, he’s a kid.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Robin huffs and keeps munching away.

“Here.” Eddie smiles, and he’s got a handful of candy bars taken from his pillow case, holding them out to Steve, “You deserve some chocolate too!”

Steve blushes and takes the sweets, can’t find the Strength to protest when he really, really wants it. He stashes them in his pockets and tells himself not to forget about them.

“Do you want some more?” Eddie asks, “I know how it feels to have no candy on Halloween, it sucks. I never got to trick-or-treat when I was little, my dad couldn’t be bothered and my mama was always sick.”

Steve frowns, looks at the boy and doesn’t even get another word in before Eddie’s reaching over and stuffing another handful of chocolate into Steve’s other pocket. He gives it a firm pat, stands up straight again, and smiles.

Steve doesn’t know what to do.

He thinks he’d like to be friends with these kids.

“Can I pet your cat now?” He asks, too scared to say anything else. His dad says he’s too much of a wimp these days, and needs to man up.

“Of course.” Eddie smiles, nods his head.

Steve crouches down, careful not to move his feet and disturb the kitty, and he strokes from her head down her back until she purrs. She purrs so much her whole body starts to vibrate, it makes the three of them laugh.

“She’s so cute, huh?” Robin asks, crouched down too to watch.

“She’s the best kitty cat ever.” Eddie agrees, reaching to scratch under her chin with a finger, and Cthulhu smiles and tries to bite his finger, “No silly! I’m not a Halloween candy.”

“She’s so soft.” Steve muses, can’t stop petting her, “She’s so cute.”

“Super cute.”

“The cutest!” Robin shouts, slaps a hand over her mouth when she realises how loud she was.

“I wish I had a cat.” Steve sighs.

“You can visit her sometimes, if you like?” Eddie asks, his cheeks all red for some reason, “Wayne doesn’t mind if I have friends at the trailer, and it would be mean to keep Cthulhu from her new best friend.”

“You mean it?” Steve asks, feels himself smiling so wide his cheeks get warm, “For real?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nods, gets very nervous when he says, “And… and maybe we could play, or something?”

Steve nods his head, he hasn’t had a friend to play with since Tommy decided they were too cool for make believe, “Yes please.”

“You probably won’t want to if you’re cool and not a weirdo.” Robin says, doesn’t even look up as she speaks, too busy petting Cthulhu, “Eddie likes weird games, he always makes me be the dragon he has to fight and slay.”

“I thought you liked being the dragon? You make such good dragon noises.”

“Of course I do.” Robin huffs, looking over at him, “But he might not like being a dragon.”

“Well he wouldn’t be the dragon, ‘cause you’re always the dragon.”

“We’ll, maybe he won’t want to be the knight either!”

“I’m always the knight.” Eddie huffed and turned to Steve, wearing a very determined glare, “What do you want to be when we play fantasy? You could be the horse, but that’s probably boring. Or I suppose you could be the princess I rescue, because Cthulhu is always the princess. You can’t be the evil troll because Wayne’s really good at being grumpy. Or you can be something new if you like?”

“I can be anything.” Steve shrugged, “I’ve never played fantasy before. It sounds fun.”

“It’s so fun!” Robin grinned, “Maybe you could be the prince and Eddie can rescue you too!”

“I’m really good at rescuing.” Eddie stated.

“Okay.” Steve smiled, “Whatever you guys want.” He says, because he’s excited enough they want him there at all, he would play the tree if they wanted.

“Cool.” Eddie grinned, totally delighted by this.

“Thanks for letting me pet your cat.” Steve said, knowing he shouldn’t keep them any longer. They have more trick-or-treating to get too, and the man taking them is probably bored. “I think your costumes are really cool and creative.”

“Thanks, we made them ourselves, Eddie’s really good at sewing and painting!” Robin grinned.

“Well, Wayne had to help with the sewing machine. And Robin did all the decorations.”

“That’s so cool.” Steve grinned, the words toppling out of his mouth before he could stop himself, “I wish I knew how to make costumes, my mom never makes me costumes, I miss trick-or-treating.”

“I thought you said you didn’t feel like it?” Robin asked, and Steve stared at her, caught red.

“Why doesn’t your mom make your costumes?” Eddie asked, looking so terribly sad about it, “Why don’t you go trick-or-treating? Is your mummy sick too?”

Embarrassed, Steve shook his head, eyes averted to the ground as he shamefully admitted, “My parents don’t really care about this stuff, they say it’s for kids, and it’s silly. They’re never home anyway.”

“But you are a kid.” Robin says, confused.

Steve feels that harshly for the second time tonight.

“I think your parents are stupid.” Eddie says flatly, and Steve thinks he’s awesome.

“Eddie!” The older man snaps from behind, “That’s not very nice now, come on.”

“But it’s true.” Eddie huffs, “Your parents sound like they suck. My dad sucked too. He’s in prison, you know, cause he sucks.”

“Eddie really doesn’t like his dad.” Robin said, still crouched down to pet Cthulhu, not looking up at them as she spoke.

Quietly, for the first time ever, Steve admitted something back, “I don’t like my dad either.”

Eddie smiled at him, held up his hand in this strange symbol, his pinky and pointer finger extended whilst the others were folded.

“What’s that?”

“Metal.” Eddie said, a cool smile as he nodded. And Steve had no idea what metal means, but he makes the symbol back and smiles, because Eddie seems to think it’s cool, so it must be.

“Cool.”

“Do you want to come trick or treating with us?” He asks, and Steve thinks yes, but holds himself back.

“Oh, yeah, please come!” Robin grins, up and jumping on the spot now.

“We don’t even have a Dorothy.” Eddie says, “We don’t even have the main character!”

“I told you to be Dorothy.” Robin tells him, “You have the perfect hair for it.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to wear my lion costume again. It saved more time! We had to spend all our time making your costume!”

Robin shrugged and looked back at Steve, “Do you wanna be Dorothy?”

“Isn’t she a girl?”

“So.” Eddie shrugged, “I think Toto’s a boy, and Cthulhu is pretending to be him— and Robins being a boy scarecrow. It’s just a costume.”

“But she wears a dress. I don’t have a dress.”

“You can be a boy Dorothy if you like?” Robin answers.

“Or, you can be a girl Dorothy in pants.” Eddie adds on, “And I’m really good at making costumes, I bet I can help you come up with something cool. And then you can walk Cthulhu all night if you like, ‘cause Toto is Dorothy’s pet!”

Steve does like the sound of going trick-or-treating with these guys. And he really likes the sound of hanging out with Cthulhu all night, she’s such a cute kitty, still sleeping on his slippers.

Steve worries his lip and looks at the old man past them, wondering if he’ll tell Steve to stay home for wanting to dress up like a girl.

“You’re welcome to join if you want, kid, I’ll just need to talk to whoever’s lookin’ after ya.”

Steve is sort of scared to wake Mrs. Deloris, she’s a real hag when she’s grumpy.

But, he’d like to go trick-or-treating even more. And this might be his only ever chance.

��I’d really like to.” Steve says, and the three of them seem happy with his answer.

Eddie dives down and grabs Cthulhu so Steve can move, which is a big mistake because she starts hissing and trying to scratch Eddie’s face, and he screams, the old man and Robin have to intervene.

Steve rushes over to Mrs. Delores to wake her with a fright, and he tells her his plans, doesn’t ask, and she gets up in a grump to go talk to the man at the door.

When Steve makes it back to them, Eddie’s got a bloody scratch on his cheek, but he doesn’t seem to mind it, he’s still holding Cthulhu as she naps in his arms, and he kisses her between the ears adoringly.

“I wouldn’t know how to make a Dorothy costume.” Steve says, and this seems to excite Eddie and Robin.

“Can we come in? We’ll help!” Eddie asks.

“And your house is so big.” Robin wonders, leaning forward to inspect the inside, “I’ve never been in a house this big before.”

“Me either.” Eddie muses, “Do you have a hot tub?”

Steve leads them inside, and up the stairs, “No, but I have a pool.”

“Cool!” Eddie grins.

“Do you have a cinema?”

“No.” Steve giggles, “Of course not.”

“Do you have two bathrooms?” Eddie asks.

Steve furrows his brow at the weird question, “Uh, yeah— or three if you count the extra toilet.”

“Woah!” The two say in unison, their eyes wandering around Steve’s house as they walk.

“That’s so cool.” Eddie says.

“I’ve always wanted two bathrooms. My dad gets pee all over the toilet seat, and me and mom hate it.” Robin adds, and Steve decides to laugh, because Eddie is.

He thought everyone had two bathrooms. He’s never shared one with his parents. That seems so strange. He’s not even allowed in his parents bathroom, they get so mad at him if he goes in there.

He leads the pair into his bedroom and they go right for his wardrobe, diving right in without asking. Not that Steve cares, he thinks they’re so nice, and he’s excited to have more friends.

They’re talking amongst themselves, chattering and chattering, agreeing and disagreeing.

“Would you wear a skirt?” Eddie turns around to ask.

“I don’t have a skirt.” Steve says back.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I guess.” Steve shrugged, “But it’s too cold for a skirt! It’s windy outside.”

“He’s got a point.” Robin says, and Eddie nods.

“Will your dad be mad if we cut up one of his shirts?”

Steve’s eyes widened, he think his dad would definitely mind. But, he’s not home, won’t be for another week at least. Besides, he might not even notice, if Steve hides the evidence.

He shakes his head no.

“Does he have a blue button up?”

Steve nods, knows he does. He has like, a billion of them.

He races to go get one, finding one that’s got little blue and white checkers all over it, thinking it would be perfect for Dorothy. When he shows it to Eddie, he’s excited, says it’s perfect.

Robin hands Steve a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans and tells him to change into them whilst they work on the dress. Steve rushes to change in the bathroom, can’t wait, he’s so excited.

By the time he comes back out, the sleeves of his dads shirt have been cut off, and the collar removed to make straps instead, and Eddie’s making Steve put it on, and it’s long, like a dress. He’s cut one of the sleeves to make a belt, ties it around Steve’s waist with a bow, and Robin ties the other on his head.

He’s still got his slippers on, which they decide are perfect, because they’re fuzzy red Elmo slippers, just like Dorothy’s shoes. Steve hasn’t felt this cool in a long time, he likes how creative Eddie and Robin are.

He half expects to be told off when they get back down, yapping away to Cthulhu about the next houses they’re gonna hit, but the old man doesn’t mind that Steve’s in a dress.

In fact, he compliments him, “Cool costume, looks just like the movie, kid.” He says, waves them all out the door, “Come on, it’s getting late and I have to have you home by ten.”

“Quick!” Eddie says, putting Cthulhu down and letting Steve take her lead, “We’ve got so many more houses to get to.”

“Wait! Dorothy doesn’t- wait, what’s your name?” Robin asks, and Steve feels silly for not having introduced himself.

“Oh, it’s Steve.” He says, walking down the steps, Cthulhu right beside him.

“That’s cool, I’m Robin, and he’s Eddie.” Robin said, “We’re best friends, we take art class together.”

“Wow, you do art?” Steve asks, “I like colouring.”

“Colouring is cool.” Eddie smiled, five steps ahead of everyone else, “I like drawing best. I draw monsters mostly.”

“They’re so creepy.” Robin giggles, “It’s for his nerd game he likes. Watch out, he’ll probably make you try and play it. It’s so confusing.”

“It’s not confusing. It’s just roleplay! It’s called Dungeons and Dragons, and it’s the coolest game in the world.”

“Sounds fun.” Steve says, even though the dungeon part worries him.

“What were you gonna say before, Robin?” Eddie asked, “You seemed so worried.”

“Oh, uhm, I can’t- Steve doesn’t have a pillowcase!” She gasped, turning to Steve.

“Oh no.” He said, looking back at his house, already a block away now.

“It’s okay!” Eddie said, running back to them, “Steve can share mine, we’ll split all my candy down the middle since you missed so much. Come on, that house always has the best stuff.” He says, grabbing Steve by the wrist and pulling him along to run.

Steve lets him, giggling as the three of them run through the street up to the house. His skin tingles where Eddie holds it, which is strange, but he doesn’t mind. It’s sort of nice. Eddie is really nice.

“Come on.” He says, shoving Steve to the grand front door of the house they’re at, “You should do the honours, Steve, since you haven’t in ages! Come on, come on!”

Nervously, Steve lifts his hand and rings the doorbell. And when the woman answers the door, he grins, and shouts, “Trick-or-treat!” Louder than he should have.

The three get their fill of candy and head away to the next house, playing with Cthulhu as they go, comparing which chocolates are their favourites.

Eddie says his favourites are milky ways, Steve says they’re his favourites too, and Eddie’s cheeks go red again at the fact.

They manage to hit fifteen more houses before Steve has to go home, and Eddie’s pillow case is so full they decide to carry it together, so it’s not too heavy.

They sit on the floor by the open door to divvy it out, Robin sits beside them eating more of her candy. Mrs. Delores comes out to flirt with Wayne, who Steve learned is Eddie’s uncle that he lives with, and apparently a lot of old ladies flirt with him.

They split the chocolates clean down the middle, having an even amount in the bag. And Steve’s excited, because he’s got five milky ways, can’t wait to eat them. Eddie’s got six, at Steve’s insistence as payment for making his costume.

At the last minute, when they’re scooping their treats back into Eddie’s pillow case and the candy bowl by Steve’s door, he remembers the pocketed treats from before, and races away to get them. He quickly divvys them between him and Eddie, gives the extra one to Wayne as a thank you, and says goodbye to his new friends. Especially Cthulhu.

“Remember you have to come visit.” Eddie says sternly, watching Steve snuggle the cat, “Cthulhu will get depressed without you.”

“Promise.” Steve nods.

“Maybe you can come on Saturday! And maybe Tuesdays after five o'clock! And also Wednesdays after school, and Fridays too—“

“That’s when Robin comes over to my house. We hang out a lot.”

“We’re best friends.” Robin nods.

“That sounds like a good idea. Maybe I can come after school on Wednesday.”

“Okay!” They both shout in unison.

“Bye, Steve!” Robin shouts, beginning to hop down the steps, “See you around.”

“Come here, kitty kitty.” Eddie says, tries to grab Cthulhu but she doesn’t let him. Hisses at Eddie and snuggles against Steve. Eddie looks very betrayed again, “Cthulhu! I said come here.”

She just meowed.

Steve laughed, handed her back over to Eddie with a little fight and apologised, “Sorry, Cthulhu. We’ll have to cuddle another time.”

“She really loves group cuddles, you know.” Eddie blurts out, looks embarrassed again, “Just so you know.”

Steve smiles, thinking he might like a group cuddle with them some time, “Okay.” He’s got butterflies again.

“Okay.”

Eddie’s so nice.

“I’m gonna go now.” He mutters, “But you can come play whenever— not just when Robin’s there, okay?”

“Okay.” Steve smiled again. It’s all he can do, really.

“Nice to meet you, Steve.”

“Nice to meet you too, Eddie.”

Eddie blushes and ducks his head, waving as he turns away, “I think you look nice, by the way, in your costume. Blue looks really nice on you.”

Steve blushes too, “Thanks, Eddie.”

He doesn’t say anything else, just bounces away, catching up to his uncle who’s holding Robin's hand as they walk. Steve watches them walk away, stands silently at the door with a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

Wayne scruffs Eddie’s head as they walk away, “Steve seems nice.” He says, sounds like he’s teasing.

Eddie hunches his shoulders up, glances back at Steve and looks away again immediately, grits out, “Shut up.”

“What’s going on?” Robin asks, leaning into Eddie’s space.

“Nothing!—“

“Eddie thinks Steve’s nice.”

Eddie groans, and Steve doesn’t understand why that’s such a big deal. Steve is nice, isn’t he?

Isn’t he?

“Ohh!” Robin muses, skips a few steps ahead and starts singing as the reach the street, “Eddie and Steve, sitting in the tree—“

“Shhh! He’s gonna hear you.”

“K. I. S. S. I. N. G—“

“I’m gonna kill you!” Eddie groaned, running straight for her.

Robin erupted in giggles, running away down the street, into the night.

Steve closes the door and looks down at his bowl of candy, can’t help himself, just wants one before bed. He goes to grab a Milky Way, and something catches his attention.

He’s supposed to have five. But there are— one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven in the bowl.

Eddie snuck Steve all of his, even though they’re his favourites.

Steve can’t wait to hang out with his new friends Robin and Eddie.

Especially Eddie.

Steve doesn’t think he’s gonna have a lonely Halloween ever again.

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xxlady-lunaxx · 5 months ago

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Why do you cry? | {SabiGiyuu}

Theme: Slight angst to fluff<3

Note: can be taken as platonic or romantic :3

-Requested ;; sabigiyuu fluff

Tags: @kitkat-moon

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Sabito had always been the more confident one. He was sure of himself, he was stronger, both physically and mentally. So it seemed nothing could deter him and Giyuu found himself even insecure beside his best friend, wishing he could be like that. Giyuu cried often, he wasn’t as nearly as strong or fast as Sabito, sometimes he just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away from the world. He figured Sabito had never wanted to do this before, had never felt so alone. He was seemingly always there to comfort, not to feel anything negative. Somehow, he always was raising Giyuu’s spirits, smiling for him even in the middle of the night when he woke up to Giyuu’s crying.

So it came as a shock, of course, to find Sabito hiding in the back, his knees drawn up to his chest and face buried in his arms. For a moment, Giyuu thought he was sleeping. What else could it be? But then, upon hearing his arrival, Sabito looked up. His face was streaked with tears and his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead from sweat; the weather was increasingly warm and they had been training earlier. Immediately, a hand darted up to rub at the lavender eyes, but it was already too late. Giyuu went over and crouched in front of him, eyebrows creased with worry.

“Sabito?” He didn’t know what to say. After all, he was accustomed to being the comforted, not the comforter. “Are you… okay?” Well that was easily answered. What was he supposed to say, though?

Sabito nodded slowly, turning his head. His cheeks were flushed slightly, but from crying or embarrassment, or the heat, it was hard to tell. “Yeah. Fine,” he mumbled. His voice was hoarse and it made Giyuu wonder just how long he had been here.

“Are you sure? You don’t look that great,” Giyuu said uncertainly.

Sabito let out a breath, then composed himself, raising an eyebrow at Giyuu’s direction. “Are you saying I look horrendous? Wow, Giyuu. Rude.”

Giyuu huffed, rolling his eyes. “No! You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, okay. Is it lunch? Why’re you here?” Sabito asked, covertly trying to change the subject. It backfired on him, unfortunately, because it only served as a reminder to Giyuu as to Sabito’s state.

“I don’t think Urokodaki-sensei is done with lunch,” he said. Then paused. “Why are you here, though? Why were you crying?”

“You know, Giyuu. You don’t just ask people that when they’re upset,” Sabito said pointedly.

“But you are upset, right? What’s wrong?” Giyuu asked, settling down next to him, crossing his legs and leaning his head back against the wall.

Sabito shifted to turn his back towards Giyuu, drawing his legs down and placing his hands flat on his lap. “No reason. Should we train before the food is ready?”

Giyuu frowned and scooted over to sit in front of him again. “Sabitooo, tell me what happened! You don’t usually cry!”

“Nothing happened! I’m fine!” Sabito said. Abruptly, he stood, making Giyuu tip back. He lent him a hand and Giyuu took it, standing as well. “Let’s train, okay?”

“No! Tell me why you were crying or I’ll tell Urokodaki-sensei!” Giyuu retorted, placing his hands on his hips and trying to look stern.

Sabito bit back a smile at the sight and shook his head. “It’s nothing, Giyuu.”

“Uhm, nothing isn’t you crying for the first time in your life!” Giyuu said defiantly.

“First time…?” Sabito asked incredulously. “Damn, that’s quite an assumption.”

Giyuu’s frown deepened. “I’m going to Urokodaki-sen-”

“Okay–” Sabito interrupted. He didn’t want their mentor to know he was going off hiding and crying, although he had a hunch Urokodaki would only be worried. “Okay, fine. But seriously, it wasn’t anything. I was just sad or whatever.”

Giyuu tilted his head to the side, his arms falling. “Sad about what?”

Sabito let out a breath. “Okay, not sad? Tired? I don’t know.”

“Oh. You should sleep,” Giyuu said matter-of-factly.

A bitter smile rose on Sabito’s face and Giyuu stepped back slightly. It was strange to see him like this, and the abnormality of it sent a small panic in the ravenette’s mind.

“It’s not that easy,” Sabito said. His voice was calm, but if Giyuu focused, he could hear a hint of contained exhaustion laced between the words.

“Why? Have you been training too much? Are you sore, or something?” Giyuu asked, confused.

“No! Just, like, tired of… living? I don’t know,” Sabito repeated, running a hand through his hair. The peachy waves slumped against his forehead, as if they were tired too.

“Wha–but, but Sabito, you told me that– You said I should– But– Why would?-” Words came tumbling from Giyuu’s mouth as he cut himself off several times, not knowing what to say. Sabito? Not wanting to live? What world was he in?

Sabito shook his head. “Okay, it’s not exactly that. I’m just tired of dealing with being alive, but it’s not like I actually want to die, that’s… no. I still want to save people and everything, but the road to that is getting exhausting and I guess it just all caught up to me.”

Giyuu nodded slowly, trying to take that in. “Okay… Good. Because you have to live! I couldn’t do a thing without you.”

“Well you can’t rely on me for everything,” Sabito said, pushing him playfully.

Giyuu stumbled back, shaking his head. “No, well, I won’t! I’m not! …wait, am I? But that’s not what I mean! You still help me just by being alive and like I know you’re safe,” he explained, trying to find the words to describe it.

“Oh. Awhh, so sentimental, Giyuu,” Sabito teased, a smile grazing his lips. He reached forward, pulling Giyuu into an awkward embrace. “Love you too.”

“Eh? Sabito!” Giyuu whined. “Anyway, you don’t have to cry ‘cuz… ‘cause I’ll, uhm, always be here,” he concluded stupidly.

Sabito laughed. “Well, aren’t I the lucky one. But in all seriousness, Giyuu, I do care about you. In case you haven’t noticed.”

Giyuu smiled. “I do too.”

“Okay, good, because I would be mad if you didn’t.”

“Huh? Really?”

“No. That was a joke.”

Giyuu glared at him, trying to get out of the hug. Urokodaki appeared, his head popping up from around the corner of the house.

“Lunch is ready! And what are you two doing here?” he asked, doing a double take.

They untangled themselves from each other.

“Nothing…” Sabito said quickly. “C’mon, Giyuu. I’ll race you there.”

He darted off and Giyuu, only just registering his words, shouted after him. “SABITO! THAT’S NOT FAIR!!”

Urokodaki sighed, though he bore a smile under his mask. “Don’t run inside the house!”

His order was met with a half-hearted, muffled, “SORRY!” from inside as he made his way back to the front.

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Ok that wasn’t necessarily mostly fluff but… shhh..

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teapartyprincess4two · 8 months ago

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I need a friends to lovers hurt/comfort fic from you pleaseeee. My request is that reader is upset because something happened with her family and she got daddy issues or something (definitely not projecting😜🥰). matt doesn't know what's wrong tho but tries to cheer her up by getting her a cake or something and then as she's eating she starts unintentionally slowly crying and she tries to hide it but matt ofc notices it straight away. he tries to comfort her but before they could get further and she could start opening up nick & chris came in and she immediately stops and pretends to be fine. they joked around and stuff cuz nick & chris are oblivious to everything the whole time and matt is just impatiently waiting for the time when they get to be alone so he can talk to her and figure out whats wrong. maybe later in the night when everyone's asleep he finally approaches y/n and then they slow talk and he just comforts her and idk just more fluff at the end? change whatever you'd like I'd just be happy enough if you even decide to do my request. thank u and ily <3

Happy Birthday- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Waitress!reader x Bff!Coworker!Matt

classification: sad, fluff

warnings: use of y/n, cursing, mention of parental issues, mention of family problems, mention of death of parent, mention of alcohol addiction

inspiration: request^^ took a spin on this, hope u like it bby

summary: Over the course of working together for years, Matt picks up on everything and despite not understanding it completely, he comforts you through the hurt.

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“Sorry I’m late,” your voice is choppy as you try catching your breath. Quick fingers work towards tying your apron around your waist before flying towards your hair and throwing it up in a haphazard pony tail. You’re an hour late for your shift, an extremely rare occurrence for you.

Matt, who’s currently working the grill, feels a wave of relief wash over him at the sight of you. As the night progresses, the diner is slowly picking up to a steady, busy pace and without a waitress, Nick, Chris and Matt would never survive.

“No worries, I’m just glad you could make it,” he replies. Matt’s eyes always have a habit of dancing over your entire face, today being no exception. He notices the dark circles that formed under your eyes, your sunken in cheeks, and how pale your skin is. Details like this never went unnoticed by Matt, especially not on a day as important as today, and, despite how disheveled you look, he can’t help but be enthralled by your beauty

An array of plates and trays are sprawled on the order window, each of them piled with greasy, hot food. You wear a disassociated, blank expression as you reply, too focused on catching up on the work at hand, “Is this food ready to be sent out?” You yank a ticket from one of the trays, briefly reading Nick’s messy handwriting to ensure everything was correct.

Matt hums in response, deeply intrigued as to what ails you, but not wanting to press any further. As soon as you hear that, you become a task bot and effortlessly send the orders out.

Your incredible work ethic is directly fueled by your need to distract yourself from the reality of your life. It’s your 21st birthday, a day that for most people involves a fancy brunch, meaningful gifts, a scrapbook full of photos, and a drunk night out. 21 was supposed to feel magical, every aspect about this day was meant to be special and perfect.

But you aren’t most people, and your life was anything but perfect.

Your mother has been in and out of your life since you were 8. She was an amazing mother, when she was sober at least, but your parents were always arguing, mostly because your dad worked a lot and it made your mom feel neglected and lonely. The arguments filled her with enough sadness to lead her to drinking and one day her alcoholism consumed her until she just never returned home. You were 13 the last time you saw her, and you spent your entire adolescence blaming your dad for being the reason she left.

So, from the age of 13, you stopped being a kid. While other children were watching morning cartoons before school, a fussy 2 year old rested on your hips as you tried braiding your 8 year old sisters hair. All the while your dad was working grueling hours in order to keep a roof over your heads. His hard work went unnoticed, instead being met with resentment from you.

It wasn’t until you turned 18, when your father suddenly passed of a heart attack, that you realized how much weight and responsibility rested on his shoulders. Upon his passing, your siblings were placed under your official guardianship. It was the inheritance you never asked for, but as the oldest sister you had no other choice.

So, instead of spending the day with friends, you’ve been forced to pick up your parent’s slack. You have two younger siblings at home who have no one else but you. All day you’ve been basically running after them, tending to their needs and trying to make their lives a little less unbearable. And although they’re your pride and joy, the absolute most important part of your life, you can’t help but wonder what life would be like if they weren’t your responsibility.

The trauma and grief has led your siblings to be more of a handful than other kids their age. Your 17 year old sister, Safiya, finds herself falling into the wrong crowds. Money is tight which has led her to develop a habit of shoplifting. It was simple and harmless at first, consisting of her pocketing items such as nail polish and candy bars. But eventually she and her friends were running out of stores with duffel bags full of clothes, the adrenaline that came from being chased by police officers being better than any drug.

On the other hand, your 10 year old brother, Giovani, struggled to make friends. Every week you were receiving at least one phone call that he’s gotten into yet another fight. There’s an inconsolable anger inside of him that causes him to lash out at anyone that isn’t you or Safiya, and when you’re not worried about his temper, you’re nagging him about his failing grades.

Needless to say, your life was not easy. Everyday you played the role of mother, and you often found yourself asking God what you did to deserve this; what you did to deserve a 21st birthday, a life, full of nothing but sorrow and struggle.

“Happy birthday, girl!” Nick whispers excitedly, pulling you in for a quick side hug as you reenter the kitchen. Matt watches as your lips form a tight lipped smile, your sad eyes giving you away immediately. You’re grateful for the sentiment, but still can’t muster up enough energy to actually feel excited.

“Thanks, Nick. I appreciate it,” you return his hug, immediately returning to work.

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After a long, busy rush, your break couldn’t have come any sooner. The diner is quiet, the bustling atmosphere from before being replaced with nothing but the sound of groaning trees and the music that plays lowly from the jukebox.

“You going on break?” Matt asks, his arms submerged elbows deep in the sink. “Yeah I think so. I probably won’t get another chance to eat,” you comment. You look visibly happier than earlier, but there’s still a twinge of sadness in your voice.

“Alright, lemme just finish these dishes and I’ll make your food. Okay?” Matt’s voice is soft, almost like he knows that the reason for your sadness runs much deeper than an uneventful birthday. “No! It’s okay, I’ll just ask Chris to do it,” you say, ready to turn on your heels before he can protest.

His words catch you before you can, “I have a surprise for you! Just wait for me, please.” You lazily walk over to him and tiptoe, peering over the large, industrial sink to see how many dishes he has left. He basically has the whole kitchen sitting in the water, “You have so many left to wash though!”

A fake pout forms on Matt’s face, eliciting the first real laugh from you since you arrived. “You can help me?” he suggests, his eyelashes batting over his big doe eyes.

Your resolve crumbles quickly, you were never able to say no to Matt, “Fine, but only because Chris always burns the bacon.” You roll your sleeves up, cuffing them until they’re high enough to keep dry. The sound of clanging metal and swishing water settles between you two as you work towards washing the dishes before the next rush.

“How’s 21 treating you by the way?” Matt asks playfully, eyes momentarily glossing over you as he awaits an answer.

“Well I’m not drunk,” you chuckle, scrubbing at a tough spot on one of the pans. For some reason you feel safe with him, like you can tear your protective walls down and bare the most vulnerable parts of you. Over the course of working together, he’s become a true friend, an unjudgemental listening ear. Everyone else in your life has failed and disappointed you, but not Matt.

“You don’t have to be drunk to have fun,” he replies, hands wading through the sink for the next dish.

“True, but I’m not sure I’d categorize picking my little sister up from jail and getting my brother from school because he was expelled as ‘fun,’” your wet, soapy hands throw an air quote around the last word. You didn’t mean to trauma dump, especially not when the conversation started so light and airy, but you couldn’t help it. There were so many things on your mind, that up until this point, you had been actively ignoring.

“Bet you won’t forget this birthday, though,” Matt jokes, and you’re grateful it’s not a response laced with pity. You laugh, because it was true. One day none of this would matter, it would become an old folk-tale-like memory that you’d someday tell your children.

“Jail, though? Fuck, what did she even steal?” Matt shakes his head in disbelief, how a 17 year old girl managed to get into so much trouble was beyond him. A part of him did feel bad that you were the one struggling with these kids, but he never showed it because he knew how much you hated sympathetic, pitiful treatment.

“Some dumbass jeans that were 3 sizes too big,” you scoff, draining the sink. “I was so mad, I mean it was just juvie and they let her off with a warning because she’s a first time offender, but why the fuck was she stealing jeans? Can’t she steal useful stuff, like fucking milk or something?”

Matt laughs, running a white kitchen towel over his hands to dry them. “And Gio? Was he in on the heist too?”

“Oh please, I wish, maybe then he would’ve been let off with a warning too,” you take the towel from Matt, patting your hands dry as well. “This dumbass got expelled for fighting a kid who told him his shoes were fake. They’re not by the way, Safiya stole those too.”

“So now I have to enroll this kid somewhere else, if they’ll even take him. He has such a bad track record, Matt. I’ll probably have to move my sister to a different school too because she’s surrounded by so many bad influences… I don’t even know what to do,” your voice breaks slightly at the end, the sadness once again washing over you.

Matt brings you in for a quick hug, “let’s just worry about getting you fed for now, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle, wiping the singular tear that runs down your cheek.

As if on queue your phone starts ringing, your sister’s name illuminating the screen. “Hold on I gotta take this real quick,” you mutter, pulling away from the hug. He wishes he could keep you there forever and tell you everything would be okay, but instead he hums in response, watching you disappear out the back door with the phone pressed against your ear.

When the door clicks shut, he turns into the kitchen, throws some gloves on and begins making your food.

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A stack of fluffy chocolate chip pancakes sits next to scrambled eggs and two strips of bacon. Matt knew your order by memory, one of the many details he’s learned about you over the course of your friendship.

Chris’s voice fills the kitchen, announcing his entry, “Does that look good? I don’t know, Nick said it doesn’t.”

While you and Matt washed the dishes, Nick and Chris decorated an isolated booth in the back of the diner. Balloons, streamers, and an iridescent tablecloth adorn the area. A small ‘Happy Birthday’ banner is strung from two parallel windowsills. It was something small and simple, but Matt knew you’d love it.

Matt peers over the order window, briefly examining their work before returning to the task at hand. “It looks good, it doesn’t have to be perfect. She’ll love it.”

Nick walks into the kitchen, fingers tying a knot in one of the balloons, “Are you sure? I’d be so fucking mad if that’s what I saw as my 21st birthday set up.”

“I’m sure. She’ll love it.”

Matt pokes two candles into the stack of pancakes, the number 21 sitting perfectly on the fluffy pastries. He used whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate chips to create a simple design around the outer edges before drizzling some maple syrup on top. The bacon was broken up to create a smile on the eggs, a corny gesture he thought of last minute.

The back door suddenly opens, causing the triplets to freeze in place. They hadn’t figured out exactly how they were going to execute this, they’d only gotten as far as the decorations and the make-shift cake.

“Nick you go distract her, Chris go change the music in the lobby!” Matt instructs quickly, his voice hushed so you won’t hear him. They scramble into position, Matt managing to hide somewhere in the diner lobby where you won’t see him.

“Nick, what are you doing?” you laugh, feeling Nick’s cold hands cover your eyes. “Shush, no questions,” he replies, causing you to hold back more laughter. Nick leads you into the lobby slowly, your hands holding onto his as they still work to obstruct your vision. Matt watches as you two walk in, his hands shaking with excitement as he lights the candles.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” the triplets begin to sing in unison, both Chris and Matt approaching the decorated booth. Nick removes his hands, a shocked expression immediately forming on your face.

As they continue singing the song, you admire the decorations in awe. Suddenly you’re a little girl, the random decorations being everything you needed as a child. The tears begin welling in your eyes, this was completely unexpected.

“Make a wish,” Matt whispers, bringing you in for a side hug as he holds the plate in front of you. You’ve never had a birthday cake before, let alone candles to blow a wish on. And although it’s simple, the makeshift cake is enough to bring the waterworks.

You squeeze your eyes shut, fat tears streaming down your face as you blow the candles out. There’s only one thing you can think to ask for, but you don’t dare verbalize it in fear that it won’t come true. The flame flickers, disappearing into a cloud of smoke as your wish floats away.

“Hey don’t cry! You’re 21!” Chris exclaims, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you can’t help it. You’ve weren’t expecting any of this and it’s quite honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, wiping the tears away quickly. “Thank you guys for this. It’s beautiful,” you continue, bringing the trio in for a group hug. Nick and Chris are the first to pull away, leaving you clinging to Matt.

“You can thank Matt. This was all his idea,” Chris replies. Your arms are wrapped around Matt’s waist, a hug being the only way you can think to thank him. You look up at him, glossy eyes threatening to spill again.

“Happy birthday,” Matt murmurs, a smile forming on his face as he places the plate on the table and snakes his arms around you.

The moment is intimate enough to serve as Nick and Chris’s queue to leave. They sneak away into the kitchen quietly, giving you and Matt privacy.

“Thank you so much for this, Matt. You don’t know what this means to me,” you whisper, eyes locked with his.

“It’s nothing,” he shrugs.

“No, Matt. I really love this. Thank you.” A comfortable silence settles between you, the jukebox playing a calm melodic tune. You haven’t broken from the hug, swaying back and forth as you continue to admire the setup before you.

“Are you gonna try my cake?” Matt asks, using his chin to point towards the table. The whipped cream was beginning to melt into the spongy dough, strawberries and chocolate chips drooping down the edges.

“Mmm yeah, but I wanna stay like this just a little longer.” He doesn’t complain, instead pulling you in closer and resting his head on yours as you continue swaying to the music.

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“That was really nice, Matt. Thank you,” it feels like the hundredth time that you’ve thanked Matt tonight. A half finished plate of food sits in front of you, the pancakes being enough to fill you up.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, you know,” he laughs. Matt sits next to you on the same booth chair, using the balloons that cluttered the other side as an excuse to sit closer to you.

“I do, though. No one has ever done anything this thoughtful for me before... Not like there’s anyone left to do it,” the last part is hushed, he almost doesn’t catch it.

“C’mon, you’ve never had at least one birthday party?” He asks, his fingers play with one of the balloon strings. Despite knowing your tragic backstory, Matt finds the information hard to believe.

“Nope. This is the first cake I’ve ever had,” you admit, feeling sad at the confession.

“Well I hope you at least made a good wish,” Matt senses your shift in emotion, so he’s trying to remain positive.

“Yeah…” your voice trails off, fingernails scraping and picking at the plastic table cloth.

“Are you gonna tell me what you wished for, or are you superstitious?” Matt props an elbow on the table, resting his head on the palm of his hand as he looks at you. The moonlight from outside shines through the window, working alongside the dim diner lighting to illuminate your beautiful face. Your hair is down, the loose strands that keep falling in front of your eyes tucked behind your ears.

The question has you serious and embarrassed, “I’m not superstitious, it’s just a really corny wish.” He gives you a knowing look, one that encourages you to continue.

“You won’t make fun of me?” you ask, looking up at him tentatively.

You take a deep breath, rubbing your thighs in an attempt to ease your nerves before admitting something completely vulnerable, “I wished my dad was still here.”

“I know it’s never going to happen, I’m not naive, but I’ve never had a candle to wish on before so I just… I just wanted to make it count. I know it’s dumb—” your words are quiet and Matt cuts you off.

A gentle hand pulls your attention to him, his thumb caressing your cheek, “I don’t think it’s dumb.”

You don’t know what you did to deserve a friend as kind and loving as Matt. Another tear rolls down your cheek, swiftly being wiped away by Matt’s thumb. Even in your emotional state, you looked beautiful.

Subconsciously, Matt’s moving in closer to you. His eyes are flickering between your soft gaze and the plump lips that call out to him. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the vulnerability of the moment, or maybe it’s the undeniable crush you’ve had on Matt for years, but your eyes flutter shut and copy him in leaning in.

His lips find yours quickly, you taste like maple syrup and whipped cream. You’re the perfect sweet treat to end such an eventful night. Your hands rest on his shoulders, slowly traveling to the nape of his neck as your lips mould together. Neither of you can seem to get enough of each other. His tongue slips into your mouth, eliciting a small moan from you.

The moment you pull away, you’re breathless. Foreheads are pressed together, eyes locking to keep the intensity of the moment.

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he murmurs, going in for the next kiss of many.

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a/n: you guys have no idea how long this sat in my drafts. I kept telling myself it was too sad, but it’s HURT TO COMFORT IT HAS TO HE SAD!

anyways my sweet anon! I hope you like this, especially bc I changed it a bit.

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accio-sriracha · 24 days ago

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Let's just talk about how the Marauders had such different childhoods, and each translates into the way they show affection for each other.

Like, Sirius never got to be rowdy or messy or have fun as a kid. He never got to experience life the way you're supposed to. So he makes sure the others take breaks and let loose and have fun, because he knows how hard it is to feel stuck all of the time.

Peter was born into a busy household with parents who overlooked him and rushed off to work before he had the chance to say I love you. So he says it proudly to his friends, he gives them the time of day he never received and makes sure they all know their worth. He gives them hugs and a shoulder to cry on and a friendly face to vent to because he never wants anyone to feel lesser than.

Remus grew up locked away and hidden from the world for everyone else's safety. He was made to feel like just his existence was a chore. So he made sure to accept everyone with all of their flaws, he never once complained when someone was too this or not enough of that, because they deserved to be accepted as they were.

James was an only child, he was doted on and cared for. They were rich and happy and loving. And it was because of this his sadness was never addressed. So he made sure to allow people to be upset sometimes, he always did his best to help others understand their feelings were valid, no matter how small or stupid it may seem to other people, because he knew what it was like to always be expected to be happy all the time.

They loved and cared for each other in their own ways, each of them giving the support they wished they had.

And it worked for them, never in all of the years they'd stood side by side had any of them felt stuck, or overlooked, or unaccepted, or invalidated.

They were just four best friends who loved each other like brothers, and looked after each other like family.

#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #moony padfoot wormtail and prongs #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders hc #marauders era hc

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anzulvr · 1 year ago

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karma x reader — fluff, angst? (Kinda) if they had a relationship like Hanako and yashiro,, SPOILERS FOR TBHK guys I’m supposed to be doing one of the thirty requests but I thought of this and I couldn’t help it I’m sorry

Karma and you are the epitome of the scene in TBHK where Hanako goes “And guess who gets to be my little helper!” and Yashiro replies “it’s me… I’m the helper…” in the most disappointing voice as she gets her cheeks squished by him.

(If you haven’t seen it look it up on YouTube or tiktok!)

You’d be like Yashiro and Karma would be more like Hanako because of how often he gets you wrapped up in his crazy plans, most days he does something stupid and needs you to be apart of it.

Karmas personality is very bold and he definitely takes jokes too far sometimes which is why I think a confession from him could be kind of messy and in parallel to the scene where Hanako accidentally makes Yashiro cry by fake-confessing to her as apart of his plan. (Look the scene up, he stages a confession, Yashiro is disappointed and he teases her about it not realizing it upset her) — Karmas version of this would be an assassination plan on Korosensei where he lores Korosensei to whatever place planned by faking a confession to you (cause Korosensei is super nosy and would definitely snoop around given the chance no matter how sketchy things seem), Karma forgets to fill you in and now you’re hurt when you realize the confession was all apart of a stupid assassination attempt.

“Haha can you believe he fell for that, still couldn’t kill him that sucks, hey- [Name]? Dont tell me you’re disappointed the confession was staged.” He laughs but that comes to a quick stop when he realizes that was exactly the reason why you looked so sad.

He reacts differently depending on your reaction, if you’re mad at him he’ll let you tell him off, for the first time he doesn’t argue back because he realizes he seriously messed up. He asks Nagisa and to help him figure out how to win back your trust, when Nagisa’s answer is “you should just be honest about your feelings.” Karma decides to get advice from Ms.Jelavitch instead, because he’s not up to being mushy just yet. (He ends up being mushy regardless he will swallow his pride after seeing you all frowny)

If you’re more sensitive and you start crying (real) he’ll be even more lost on how to react. He’ll apologize frantically and doesn’t realize when he’s starting to say things that he’d consider cheesy in any other moment. He tells you it’s not that the confession was fake, and how he meant every word, “I didn’t think you reciprocated, I thought I could make my feelings useful for some assassination attempt without realizing you felt that way…”

pretty short sorry :) but have this 🩷!

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kale-of-the-forbidden-cities · 10 months ago

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Just thinking about Fitz and Keefe. They're both so jealous of each other. It spiraled into more and more talking about fitz and vacker imperfections and stuff, enjoy :>

(I rambled out the draft on discord, but I did change a few things and add on a bit at the end, so if you feel like rereading it might make more sense now)

tw: breif mentions of ed, suicidal thoughts, and implied sh, but they're all like very brief and not descriptive just want to put a warning

Remember in Flashback when Sophie and Fitz were going all Fitzphie on Keefe's mind, and they found the memory of Alden telling Keefe he was proud?

Imagine it hurt so bad for Fitz when he watched that. Because Alden never says that to Fitz even when he came out on top, no matter how perfect he was, so why did Keefe get that kind of praise?

Keefe may have come out second to Fitz with Foxfire grades, but Fitz has always felt second to Keefe in everything. No matter how perfect he tries to be or how much of a people pleaser he is, it seems inevitable that everyone likes Keefe better anyway.

And how could they not? He's funny, he's messy, he's imperfect.

Fitz could never be like keefe. His family would hate him. But they still like Keefe better.

Alvar always liked Keefe better than his actual little brother. Even though Fitz looked up to Alvar more than anyone! He admitted that in Neverseen!

Alden told Keefe he was proud of him?? for coming in second? Even after all the studying and work Fitz put into being first, being top, being perfect, people always choose keefe, Which is one of the reasons Fitz was so insecure about Sophie spending a lot of time with Keefe while she and Fitz were dating, he was scared she was going to leave him for Keefe, like people always do, because he's just better. he's nicer, he doesn't lash out at people, he doesn't have as much pressure on him because he never cared about pleasing his parents.

AND SHE DID! Sophie did leave him for Keefe. Even though Fitz promised to take things at her pace. Even though he said he'd wait. But it was the match lists that ended up breaking them apart. But what was Fitz supposed to do?? Not care about the match? There had never been a Vacker bad match, and Fitz beign the first one, after everything Alvar did and how much all the Vackers already hate these five in particular, it would bring a whole new level of shame on the family. Not just him, but Biana and Alden and Della too.

Keefe is allowed to not care about this stuff, because he's not perfect. Fitz is so, so, so jealous of Keefe because he GETS TO BE IMPERFECT. HE'S ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES. He's allowed to feel things.

Keefe's parents are awful, Fitz's parents are fine. Anytime Fitz dares to think "hey maybe my parents are manipulating or using me or putting unrealistic expectations on me" he also remembers that he has it GOOD. He's so lucky compared to everyone else. So he has no right to be upset about anything.

In Flashback, Fitz actually says something like this to Sophie: Sophie had to grow up with humans, Keefe has his whole thing with his parents, Dex was bullied for being the son of a bad match, Tam and Linh were banished… so he's had it easy! He has no right to feel sad when his life is just. so. perfect.

And the thing is, everyone thinks his life is perfect. Especially Keefe! Keefe is always talking about how the Vackers are perfect and lucky and he wishes he was one, when inside, Fitz would secretly rather be Keefe. Even with the whole everything with his parents, at least he doesnt have to be perfect! At least he's allowed to disappoint his parents, because theyre bad parents! And people always like him more. Without fail, Fitz has always felt second to Keefe. Every time he thinks he did good, people go to keefe for being imperfect.

Why did keefe get Alden's praise when he came out second in the level? Fitz barely slept to make sure he came out on top! If Fitz had gotten 98/100, he wouldn't be yelled at, but he'd get a disappointed talk. Why is it different with Keefe, who isnt even Alden's son, why does Alden like him more?

So Fitz ends up spiraling and obsessing more and more.

He can't be imperfect like Keefe, he wouldnt dare. So he does what he can to be as perfect as possible. Maybe he just needs to get a hold on his temper. Wait till he's behind closed doors to do anything but smile. Maybe he needs to eat less, get a perfect number on the scale. Maybe then he'll be good enough.

But he's never good enough.

Nothing he does will ever be good enough.

Keefe is reckless, imperfect, and messy. but even though Fitz does his best to not step a toe out of line, he does everything he can to be perfect...... They keep picking Keefe. without fail, no matter what.

Fitz knows he shohld accept defeat, accept that he'll never be good enough for anyone because of everything he's done to try to be perfect, but he can't stop trying.

He'll keep pushing himself, he'll stay up for hours studying, looking for clues about the Neverseen, going through Alvar's old room, he'll do ANYTHING for someone to say theyre proud of him. For someone to tell him that he did good, for once in his life, but they never notice.

It's never "Wow, you've been working so hard, good job!" or "You look good, did you lose weight?" or "Thanks for helping out, thanks for at least trying"

EVEN THOUGH HE DOES NOTHING BUT TRY. HE'S TRYING SO HARD

Instead, people are saying things like "You look awful, you've got bags under your eyes" (maybe he should put on some makeup to hide that) or "You never join us for dinner, it's like you hate us" (he does. he secretly hates his family so much) or "You've gotten so distant that you're ruining all your relationships with your friends and family" (what else is he supposed to do? they dont like him anyway)

He's driving himself insane over being perfect, only to have people like Sophie say that he's "too perfect." HE JUST CANT WIN!

He's not allowed to make mistakes, but maybe the worst mistake he made was being too perfect!

But how does he stop?

He can't. he trapped himself here. He's convinced he brought this on himself, but he cant get out of this cycle,

And nobody else will get him out,

Because he's not perfect enough.

If they havent noticed his struggling, maybe they dont care enough. But Fitz has gotten so good at hiding it. Nobody will notice until he passes out in the hall or just fucking kills himself because it's too much.

Fitz thinks, why is it that Keefe's allowed to be open about hating himself, and yet as soon as he makes the slightest self deprecating comment, he's suddenly "being dramatic" or "looking for attention"?

And we're back to talking about Keefe again.

None of this is Keefe's fault but he will still feel so so guilty. He felt Fitz's jealousy and hurt when they watched the memory of Alden saying he's proud of him.

Keefe and Fitz are constantly comparing themselves to each other, but by the end of the story, Keefe will be getting the help and support he needs to move on from it. Fitz never showed it and wouldnt dare admit it. So he does not.

Alden and Cassius both seem to prefer the other's son.

Even with Fitz and Biana. There's still a bit of jealousy there, because Biana is starting to seperate herself from her family, and start her own "Vacker Legacy," whatever that means.

After Nightfall, biana has grown more comfortable with herself, she is challenging what it means to be a Vacker, realizing that their family isn't all it's claimed to be. She has no shame in being her fun confident self, and crying when she needs to, and showing off her scars, while if Fitz showed his scars, he'd probably end up in a psych ward or something (or at the very least getting yelled at).

Fitz is jealous of Biana almost as much as he's jealous of keefe. She's never been quite perfect either, but it's always in a good way, isn't it? she's managed to keep her friends (not including the earlier books) and she used to be a bit of a jerk to people, so people can look back and see how far she's come.

Fitz has only gotten worse over the years, and he knows it. he hears what people say in the halls. their whispers hardly hide it. He's presented himself the way he wanted to be - perfect. But it gets harder and harder to hide his imperfections, and people only notice the bad things, don't they? They don't worry, they only judge.

Biana's probably dealing with her own issues, as everyone in the Vacker family does, but she can be more honest about it. She's starting to break the habit of plastering on a smile and saying everything's fine. She's working on her relationship with people. She's like reverse Fitz.

Fitz fears he's going down a similar path of destruction to Alvar, but he counters those fears by being Alden's perfect golden boy like he was always supposed to be. Alden has such a hold on Fitz, he'd do anything for him if Alden worded it right. Ever since he was a kid he always knew he'd do anything to please his parents, even if it was potentially dangerous. But nobody has seemed to even bat an eye when they hear how young Fitz was when he went to the Forbidden Cities. So he must be overreacting, right? Because how could Fitz's childhood be anything less than perfect?

See, when Sophie started learning a little bit about Fitz's past and how things were actually not perfect in the Vacker house, she started to ignore him more and more. She had her other reasons, but to Fitz, it seemed like she was seeing how imperfect he really was, and he's not everything she hoped for. So he panics, and does his best to prove to her that he is the perfect boyfriend she wanted, but it didn't matter anyway because... she. liked. Keefe. better.

And Fitz hates himself so much for wishing he was keefe because Keefe has it so bad with the legacy thing, he hates how he wishes his parents were worse so he didn't feel so guilty every time he made a mistake that would disappoint them.

Not one person in Fitz's life has ever chosen him first. With everyone. There's always someone they love more.

Della loves Biana more, Biana chooses her friends, Sophie chose Keefe, Keefe chose Sophie.

Alden seemed to favor Keefe, or his work, or even just the ways he uses Fitz instead of loving him as his son or as a person. Maybe that's why Fitz is so desperate to listen to Alden, to please him, because he's the only person who seems to even care, even if he only cares when he's doing good or being perfect.

Alvar would choose Biana or Keefe over Fitz any day, even before the betrayal. Fitz still looked up to him, despite his vague dislike for Fitz. He likes Biana better because he thinks she'd understand better what the Vacker legacy is, Because FITZ IS PART OF IT. HE'S ADDING ONTO IT, WHATEVER IT IS!

Yep that's all I have, feel free to add your own ideas :3

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nightghoul381 · 3 months ago

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Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 10 Premium Avatar Challenge

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: This chapter contains mentions of murder and MC injury. Nightmare

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

After applying ice to my injured leg, Ellis picked me up, since I couldn’t walk, and carried me back to my room.

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

Ellis: “No…. I’m sorry, Kate.”

Ellis: “I was supposed to be your body guard, but I couldn’t protect you properly.”

Seeing the sadness in his twilight-colored eyes, I shook my head vigorously.

Kate: “No way! At the time, your top priority was to apprehend the owner, Ellis.”

Kate: “It happened because I acted on my own and made a big mistake!”

Kate: “I wish I could have helped Jake in a smart way like you Ellis, but…ah”

Kate: “So, what happened to Jake after that?”

Ellis: “Actually—after that, someone reported it and the police got involved.”

Kate: “Eh!?”

Ellis: “So, we left the gang and Jake alone.”

Ellis: “I think this will be treated as a typical gang war…”

Ellis: “And I think that if Jake is questioned and found to be a victim of a gang, he’ll be released without incident.”

Kate: “I see… that’s good.”

When I think of Jake, who was unknowingly involved in the kidnapping,

I feel sorry for him having to be taken away by the police, but I breathe a sigh of relief that he’s safe for the time being.

(But… my heart is still racing.)

Witnessing the condemnation of Crown.

The whereabouts of the kidnapped people—it was all too much for me to process.

(…No, no. If I look upset, I’ll just make Ellis worry.)

I remember the look in his eyes as I lay on the floor, and his profile as I saw him from the bed in the basement.

(I don’t want to make him make that face again.)

(Let’s just forget everything for tonight, Let’s do that.)

Like closing the door to a messy room, I decided to forget for a moment all the clutter that had accumulated in my heart.

Ellis: “…”

As he gently laid me down on the bed, Ellis stroked my hair lovingly.

Ellis: “I asked the maid to help you get changed and take a bath.”

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis. For everything.”

Ellis: “I’ll have to bring you all your meals.”

Kate: “Huh!? Sorry about that…”

Ellis: “I want to.”

His straightforward voice and gaze made my heart skip a beat.

The emotion that had been building in my chest started to overflow, and I managed to hold back the urge to jump to conclusions from his words.

(… his ‘wanting to’ is just for me.)

Please don’t be shy about thinking that I’m being too spoiled.

(Ellis is really kind.)

Wanting to reassure Ellis, I shook my head with a smile.

Kate: “Roger lent me his walking stick. I think I’ll be able to get food by myself, so it’ll be fine.”

Kate: “I think it’ll be better tomorrow, you know?”

Ellis: “… I don’t believe you when you say ‘it’ll be fine.’”

Kate: “Uh…?”

Ellis stared at me, eyes wide open, without blinking.

Ellis: “Because you’re saying ‘it’ll be fine’ for me… I don’t believe it.”

Kate: “…”

Ellis: “Get some rest, Kate.”

Kate: “…that.”

Kate: “That’s against the rules, Ellis.”

(If you say it like that, I can’t refuse…)

All I could do is mutter these words as I collapsed into the bed, left alone.

(--…Agh)

(What did I do?)

When I sink into the darkness, the faint outline of someone appears--.

Jude: “Detain the glasses guy. I’ll take care of the rest.”

(Ah, that’s right… We went to go catch the kidnapper, and then--)

Ellis: “Kate—Close your eyes.”

(Ellis…?)

Gang grunt: “Damn it! You brought trouble!”

(That person… Is he aiming for Ellis!? – I have to help!)

(Ah, what the… Huh…!?)

(Why can’t I move my legs!?)

Kate: “Ellis!!”

Kate: “—Gah! Haaah, haaah….ngh”

(A-a dream…?)

My surroundings are bathed in a deep blue light.

It must still be the middle of the night.

(It—it was just a dream. Thank goodness…)

My heart was pounding uncomfortably and sweat was running down my forehead.

Kate: “Ah, haha… I said I was okay… It’s pathetic that I had such a nightmare.”

(Just like Ellis said…)

(I’m not okay at all.)

Kate: “I just need to drink some water and calm down…”

As I was about to get off the bed—

Kate: “Eee….!”

A sharp, throbbing pain ran through me.

I fell to the floor with a thud and remembered that my right leg was swollen.

Kate: “I forgot…”

My voice trembled as I muttered softly—and the anxiety I’d been suppressing began to bubble up inside me.

(It’s okay. I’m sure it will be better tomorrow.)

As always, I want to believe that.

(--But what if this happens again?)

Next time I might see Ellis, or one of the other members of Crown get hurt.

Next time I might end up with irreparable injuries.

(…I’ll stop thinking about it for now.)

(I felt weak because I had a bad dream.)

(And because of my injury, and because it’s midnight--)

--And then there was a knock.

Ellis: “Kate, are you awake?”

Kate: “E-Ellis…?”

Ellis: “You went to bed without having dinner, so I was wondering if you’d like a midnight snack. Can I come in?”

(…No.)

(If I let Ellis see me now, I would definitely be spoiled.)

Kate: “I’m… not hungry, so it’s okay.”

(Huh?)

Even though I thought I had refused, the door opened and a worried looking Ellis was standing there.

Ellis: “I said I didn’t believe it.”

Warm hot milk and soft milk bread sat on a silver tray.

His kindness sunk deep into my heart and ensnared my soul many times stronger than when he had said “I don’t believe you,” earlier.

Ellis: “…I’ll come in.”

Kate: “Ah…”

Ellis set the tray down and crouched down beside me.

Ellis: “Did you have a scary dream?”

Kate: “N-no. I was half-asleep and just fell off the bed!”

Ellis: “…Don’t force yourself to laugh.”

(Ellis…?)

For some reason—Ellis looked more anxious than I’d ever seen him before.

Ellis: “What do you want?”

Ellis: “Just tell me anything. I’ll do anything…”

His twilight-colored eyes were tense and shaking.

It was as if he was saying that if he didn’t ease my anxiety now, something terrible would happen to him.

Ellis: “What should I do? Tell me, Kate.”

Kate: “…ngh”

(If I were to be honest that I want to be spoiled…)

(I wonder if I can ease Ellis’ anxiety as well.)

Kate: “…Just for a little bit.”

Kate: “I want you to hug me.”

Ellis: “Yeah… I got it.”

Still slumped on the floor, he hugged me tightly.

(It’s warm…)

In Ellis’ arms it was warm, it was safe, and it smelled nice.

Ellis: “It’s okay.”

Ellis: “I’m with you.”

Ellis: “Whenever you’re scared, I’ll hug you like this.”

The words that spill out, drop by drop, collect in my heart like sweet, sweet jam.

The consistent dull pain, the anxiety about tomorrow…

It was as if everything I had been suppressing was being caressed by a big, warm hand.

(…I’m in trouble.)

(I can’t get out of this…)

I needed to be careful not to become too dependent on him—or so I thought.

Being wrapped in that soft cotton of love feels so good, and I feel myself wanting to give myself over to those arms.

Just doing that for a while…

My worries melted away like butter dropped into hot milk.

Kate: “Thank you… I’m sorry.”

Ellis: “From now on, you’re not allowed to apologize.”

Kate: “Why?”

Ellis: “I know better than anyone that you’re working hard.”

Whenever I looked up, there was a smile there that always put me at ease.

(Thanks to Ellis, I feel like my anxiety has eased a little.)

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

Ellis: “Mm-hmm…”

After holding me for a while, Ellis picked me up and set me on the bed.

Ellis: “Would you like some hot milk?”

Kate: “… I’d enjoy having some.”

Ellis: “Let’s go have something more delicious tomorrow.”

(I promised you before we went into the casino, you remembered.)

Kate: “But, I need to rest… so that might be difficult to do tomorrow.”

Ellis: “Nah, it’s okay. I have a secret weapon.”

Kate: “A secret weapon? What is it?”

Ellis: “Hmm… It’s a secret for tomorrow.”

Kate: “Ehh…?”

Ellis’ mischievous laugh was somehow adorable, and I couldn’t help but smile.

While we were having our trivial conversation, the hot milk and bread were completely devoured.

Ellis put the plates and mugs back on the tray, stood up from the bed and suddenly narrowed his eyes mischievously.

Ellis: “…Shall I cast a spell to have good dreams?”

Kate: “Is it a secret what the spell is?”

Ellis: “I’ll give you a hint. It’s something that was done for me when I was little.”

Kate: “Hehe… then, please.”

(What kind of spell is this…)

As I waited, smiling as I imagined little Ellis, I felt him leaning forward quietly….

(…Ah.)

The soft warmth of his lips touched my forehead, and a sweet tingling sensation erupted deep in my chest.

(All the remaining anxieties disappeared…)

For some reason, what comes back to my heart is the distant, faint childhood memory of being protected by unconditional love.

(Since becoming an adult, I feel like I’ve never received such a gentle touch…)

The sensation that Ellis gave me made my chest tremble warmly.

Ellis: “…”

(…Ah)

The lips that had been touching pull away.

Carried away by the rising emotion, I gently grasped the sleeve of his shirt with my fingertips.

Ellis: “…Kate, you’re acting all spoiled, so cute.”

Kate: “…!”

Hearing that voice, I startled and let go of his sleeve.

Ellis was smiling happily.

Ellis: “You can hold onto me forever.”

Kate: “I-I’m okay now….Thank you.”

Ellis: “Oh yeah?”

The sound of his laughter tickles my chest.

Ellis: “May you have happy dreams.”

Ellis: “Good night, Kate.”

By the time I heard the sound of the door closing—

My heart had become like a pancake drenched in sweet jam.

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hazbinhazmeinachokehold · 6 months ago

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Hello hello,dearie!!

How are you,good?

My name is Nina or Weewoo,self proclaimed platonic (Hazbin) asker!

I have seen your platonic works,and I have to say,you've peeked my interest,darling!

The way you write is very wholesome and cute,so please,indulge me in an ask!

May I request a Zestial,Rosie,Alastor,Vox,Husk,Charlie and Carmilla (you may remove,replace or add character as you so please! I simply like to give a character list so you can choose!) with a platonic!child!reader that loves art but gets really messy with it? A little energetic artist.They're all giddy and happy getting everywhere with the rainbows and sunshines. Maybe one time they get really upset because they messed up,and they start to cry? (If you need an age approximate,maybe 6-10 years old?)

I hope that not too much info!!

Have fun writing this,don't forget to drink,eat,and take breaks!!

Have a fantastic day,honey!

Stay proud.

-Nina <33

A/n: My shift key fell off so I'm having a hard time with that. Sorry if I accidentally didn't capitalize something! (I planned to also do Vox but I couldn't think of anything, I'm so sorry!)

!!not proofread!!

Roise: Doesn't care that you are messy with art at all! She'll make sure you don't stain or break anything but besides that she lets you go wild. Would probably give you your own art room. Is also very sad when you mess up. She hates seeing you sad. She draws with you to help you feel better.

Alastor: He likes you but stay away from him when painting. He would rather keep having a red suit, rainbow wouldn't suit(ha) him. Though he does give you room to paint and draw where you want. All those spaces are suspiciously close to Husk. Tries (and likely fails) to comfort you when you mess up. Might draw with you to help you smile again. After all, you're never fully dressed without a smile.

Husk: Talks to you while you draw. Kind of like you are a drunk bar patron lol. But instead of their insecurities it's what animals you like (or maybe about your insecurities too.) Very grumpy especially when you get paint on him but he does care deep down. For example, when you mess up he helps you calm down. Gets you some chocolate milk or apple juice or whatever you want <3.

Charlie: Very supportive! She'll draw with you!!! Happy to help get you supplies. While she gets that you're a child and usually wouldn't be that upset about making messes, Nifty keeps giving you death glares and she doesn't want to risk anything. Feels bad when you're upset. She'll get you anything that she can help to make you calm down, and also does a group session on learning about healthy coping mechanisms. It's supposed to help you not break down but everyone in the hotel, including her, could use it.

Carmilla: She has two kids so I'd imagine she has some experience. Hangs your art on the fridge like a true mother. While she does like you being hyper and happy she doesn't think the house needs a new paint job. She'll try to make sure you get most of your paint and markers on the paper. Like I said she has two kids so she is great when comforting you when you mess up. She'll encourage you to try again and might even draw with you if that helps.

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the-broken-truth · 1 year ago

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Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Twin Brother Who's Had Enough With Him

Summary: You and Miguel O'Hara are twin brothers & The Leaders of the Spider-Society - more Miguel leading than you - but you also have a personal life that Miguel doesn't like. He constantly interferes with your life and you have had enough of him but will your elder brother let you cut him off?

"That's it! I've had enough of you, Miguel!" A very irate voice yelled out from the portal that formed in the Headquarters of the Spider-Society as Lyla watched from her projected body glowing gold - she watched as a towering figure, dressed in a Spider-Man Suit that was predominantly red with a black spider on the chest but no mask, revealing at face with brown skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair that was neatly brushed and gelled back. He marched away from the portal with his fists balled and a glare on his face - he was rather pissed off and it looked like he was going to burst a gasket.

Soon after he arrived, another figure walked through the portal in a full suit with a mask that dematerialized in a technology like gleam - revealing a face just like the pervious male but with red eyes and rather messy dark brown hair. The second male - Miguel - walked over to the first male - [Name] - with his hands out in a defensive manner.

"[Name], please, I understand that you are upset at me but I did it for your own good." Miguel said as he placed a hand on [Name's] shoulder, causing the younger male to turn around and push Miguel away from him, causing the Elder Brother to stumble back but he didn't fall, just looked at his younger brother's pissed off face.

"You had the nerve to come to my house and disrespect my fiancée while I was away - for what reason, I don't know - but you had her leave the house and return to her parents' house and she hasn't come home since! You have been following me while we haven't been on duty and even during my missions, you come out of nowhere and steal my mission away from me when I'm supposed to be one of the leaders of the Spider-Society! You have been trying to control me ever since you lost your family but that doesn't mean that you have right to try to control me!" [Name] pointed at Miguel, whose red eyes were widened and sadness filled them but there was another emotion in his eyes that [Name] didn't see.

"I...I was trying to protect you; you don't need her, you have me, Little Brother." Miguel said as he walked over to [Name], who growled and him and turned away and walked out of the Spider-Society before shooting a web out and and taking the long route home, leaving Miguel alone with Lyla.

What's the situation that caused [Name] to get pissed off at his older brother? Well, let's take a walk down memory lane.

[About A Week Ago]

[Name] O'Hara was at the grocery store to get some things to make dinner - lasagna was one the menu per his fiancée's request - when he got call from the woman he loved more than anything in the world. He answered the phone and told her that he was going to be home in a few minutes but she told him that she was going to go home for a few weeks before hanging up the phone. [Name] was shocked at what she had before he turned the counter just in time to see his fiancée loading her luggage in the car and Miguel standing at the top of the stairs with his arms folded and a smirk of his face.

'What had Miguel done to Lydia?' [Name] thought as he pulled up behind Lydia's car, got out of his own and jogged over to her, asking her what was wrong but Lydia's words made his heart grow cold.

"I love you but until you deal with your brother, I don't think that I can be with you." Lydia said as she took off her engagement ring and placed in his hand before getting in her car and driving away, leaving a shocked and heartbroken [Name] standing there on the sidewalk while Miguel stood there, watching Lydia drive away. Once the woman was out of sight, Miguel walked down to his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder before asking what was for dinner.

The Nerve.

[Earlier that day]

[Name] was on Earth-159A dealing with an Anomaly when the Spiderverse Portal - as Miles called it - opened and Miguel ran out of the if and captured the creature before turning to his little brother, who was shocked and angry that Miguel got in his way once again. This was supposed to be his solo mission and he was more than capable to deal with it - Unlike Miguel, [Name] had Spider Powers from a Radioactive Spider Bite and he was stronger than Miguel in all aspects - by right and opinion of the other Spider-Men & Spider-Women, he should have been the Head Leader of the Spider-Society but since Miguel came up with the idea, [Name] thought it was only fear that he lead it. [Name] snarled at Miguel before walking to the portal and trying to calm his thoughts but Miguel's words were getting to him.

"You should be faster with dealing with these creatures."

"You're taking way too long with your missions."

"As Leader of the Spider-Society, I think it would be best if you stopped doing missions and remained at headquarters while I did the missions while you helped Lyla."

That's when you had enough of him.

"You?! Leader of the Spider-Society?! Have you forgotten that we started the Spider-Society together and I am the one with actual Spider-Powers while you have to inject yourself with Spider-DNA jus to keep yours?! How can you even call yourself a Spider-Man when you don't even have Spider-Sense?!" You roared at your brother, causing him to take a step back before the portal opened gain and you marched into the Spider-Society Headquarters with a growl in your throat and glare on your face.

[Now]

You were trying to call Lydia as you walked home in your casual clothes but she appeared to have blocked you and wasn't answering your hails. You exhaled and dropped your arm as you walked into your house, only to see Miguel sitting there in the dark with his eyes glowing, you glared at him.

"I have no tie to deal with you or your shit, Miguel, get the hell out of my house and leave me the hell alone." You demanded but he just stood up and slowly walked over to you.

"I am your older brother, you're supposed to listen to me without question, just like that whore of yours did when I told her to leave you alone and break off the engagement. I have been talking your disrespect for the longest of time and I shall not deal with it a second more; you are going to stop doing missions and work in the headquarters with Lyla, that's an order from your leader and elder brother." Miguel said with his eyes narrowed.

"You told Lydia to break off the Engagement with me?! That's why she left?! What the hell is wrong with you, Miguel?! Why are you trying to stop me from being happy?!" You demanded to know.

"YOU SHOULDN'T NEED HER TO BE HAPPY WHEN YOU HAVE ME! ALL YOU NEED IS ME, [NAME], AND I WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO MAKE YOU SEE YOU DONT NEED ANYONE ELSE BUT ME! NOW, WE ARE GOING TO THE SPIDER-SOCIETY AND YOU ARE GOING TO...NGH!" You socked Miguel in the face before turning on your heel, running out the door, and hooting your webs to escape. Miguel wiped the blood from his lip and smirked, "A Game of Tag, Little Brother? Alright, I'm It."

#spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #platonic yandere #male reader #brother reader #spider!reader

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propertyofwhitney67 · 5 months ago

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Happy Birthday, My Love

M!Kylar x Gn!Reader

Words: 708

Tw: Yandere, blood

Note: Happy birthday @propertyofkylar!!!

Gift

I awoke to the smell of something burning, “Fuck…” I grumbled, jumping up out of bed and running down the stairs. I followed the burning smell and ended up in the kitchen, finding a distressed Kylar fumbling with birthday candles. “Kylar…?”

Kylar jumped, dropping the candles. “Wh-what are you doing up?” He asked, frantically picking up the candles. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” I inspected the kitchen as he continued to panic, it was a mess. Dirty dishes everywhere and a burnt cake in the trash. “I-It wasn’t good enough for you, my love.” He explained, noticing me looking in the trash. He was so anxious that he was stuttering and fumbling about.

“I was worried you set the house on fire, so I got up.” I smirked at him, “Were you planning something?” Today was my birthday, and I know he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

He tried to clean up, putting dishes in the sink. “N-No, everything is fine…”

I smiled, he really was trying his best to set up my surprise. “Are you sure you don’t want my help?” I loved the thought he was putting into this, but I didn’t want him to destroy the kitchen in the process.

Kylar fumbled with the dishes, “I-I got it handled, I got a ca-” I held back a smile as he went wide eyed and stopped himself, trying not to ruin the obvious surprise. He dropped the dishes in the sink and started to shoo me out of the kitchen, “Please, my love, I don’t want the surprise to be ruined.”

Laughing, I let him shoo me away. “Ok, ok.” I decided to go back to bed and wait for him to come and “surprise” me. I laid there and played on my phone as noises continued to come from the kitchen. I hope he doesn’t break anything.

Sometime later, Kylar came into the room holding a bandanna. “Come on.” He looked so excited, and I couldn't help but smile. I obliged, standing up and letting him cover my eyes with the bandanna. He carefully led me downstairs to my “surprise”.

Kylar sat me down in a chair and removed the bandanna, “Happy birthday!”

I smiled at the sight before me, a sad cake with messy frosting and candles. “Thank you, Kylar. I love it.”

He beamed, pulling out a lighter and lighting the candles. “Make sure to make a wish.” He sat beside me and began to sing Happy Birthday. His singing was awful, but I loved it nonetheless. He put so much work into this, and I didn’t want to upset him. Once he finished, I blew out the candles. “What did you wish for?” He asked excitedly, no doubt hoping it was about our future.

I smiled, shaking my head. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.” I didn’t completely believe in that, but it was fun to tease him.

He frowned and nodded before getting excited again, “Wait here.” He instructed me before running off, leaving me slightly confused. It didn’t take long for him to come back, holding something behind his back. “I-I got you a gift.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.”

Kylar shook his head and sat beside me, “I wanted to.” I blushed as he placed the gift in my hands. “Go on. Open it, my love.”

The gift was small and crudely wrapped, “Ok, ok.” I slowly pulled off the bow and then tore off the wrapper, revealing a smaller box. I raised a brow, but he gestured for me to open the smaller box. I gently opened the box, revealing a beautiful vial necklace filled with some kind of red liquid. “Kylar, this is amazing!” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you so much!” I thanked him, kissing his cheek.

He blushed furiously, “ H-Here,” he gently took the necklace from my hands, “Let me help you.” I turned around and lifted my hair out of the way so he could put the necklace around my neck. “There, you look beautiful.”

I played with the vial, the liquid inside sloshing around. “What’s in it?”

“Our blood.” He answered with a big smile, “It represents a bond between our two souls.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

#tw blood #tw yandere #dol #dol kylar #kylar dol #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar x reader #dol fanfic #dol fanfiction #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity imagine #degrees of lewdity imagines #degrees of lewdity x reader #my writing

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slafkovskys · 1 year ago

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so i have an idea in my head but i’m not good with words so hopefully this make sense,

angel is drunk w luke and he has to carry her back into the apartment because she can’t stand so he’s carrying her on his shoulder, his hands on her thighs while her head is on his back.

jack is sitting on the couch watching tv when he hears the lock turn and giggles coming from angel, when luke walks past jack to get to the room she sees jack and gasp excitedly and is like i have to give jack a kiss goodnight too so luke like comes in front of jack turns around and crouches so angel could kiss jack too.

and jack is all smiling about it because she’s so cute

(hopefully that makes sense)

this has consumed so much of my brain since i first saw it this morning, i couldn’t wait

unlock the door

bit of a situation

the texts from luke undoubtedly raise an eyebrow, but jack complies. he’s perched on the couch watching some show dawson had not been able to stop talking about when a familiar call of ‘lukey’, a string of a giggles, and the fumbling of the doorknob signal their arrival. just as jack’s about to go and assist, the door is pushed open to reveal luke with a familiar ass and a pair of red bottoms thrown over his shoulders.

“what’s-”

“can you get the door? thank you, angel,” she squeals with glee when the door slams closed behind them, “do you remember that moscato or whatever she had in italy that she’s been really upset no one over here carries?”

jack hums because was he just supposed to forget about the time their girl had two glasses of whatever it was and insisted on running around their private villa naked? were any of them?

“well, they had it at the restaurant and i can unfortunately report it has the same effects when she’s stateside. clothes stayed on, thankfully,” his eyes go wide as he shakes his head and moves to retreat down the hall, “barely, but if you’ll excuse us-”

“wait! i have to give jackie a goodnight kiss or he’ll be sad,” her head shoots up and she cranes her neck to find jack’s face, “and if he’s sad, i’m sad. do you want me sad, lukey?”

luke glances between the two, a smirking jack and a pouting angel, before huffing, “this is gaslighting, i’m sure of it.”

but none the less carries her over to jack. he turns and bends down so she can press a messy kiss to jack’s lips, “love you!”

“love you too, angel,” he says so fondly as they retreat down the hall towards luke’s bedroom. he hears the door shut and he sighs, letting visions of those two weeks in italy start to fill his brain, forgetting about the show he was watching or the fact that they were supposed to bring him back dinner. well, until-

“jack,” luke’s defeated voice calls from down the hall only a moment later, “she’s wearing those fucking leather leggings. you know the ones?”

they all know the ones. the ones that look so good on, but are hell to take off. jack sighs, “can’t she just sleep in them?”

a chorus of, “she can’t!” follows and he groans, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch before eventually going to lend his aid.

#hughes bros x angel #the inbox purge

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cozzzynook · 24 days ago

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Angsty Anon back, I bring part two for that angsty Starbee

It had been a few weeks since that night, since the young seekerling had saw their Carrier look so upset about something. They weren't sure why, no close friends of their Carrier have been sent to Med Bay or sent on long missions in a long time. Grandcarrier was busy but then again Optimus was always busy and Uncle Cliffjumper was currently "too busy" with his bond-mate to be Mirage. (yuck! Love is gross!) As for Uncle Roddy?

"Watch your helm!" The young seekerling gave a soft chirp as they leapt out of the way of the zooming ball. They watched it bounce off the training hall's wall before finally slowing to a stop, once satisfied the ball won't come after them the young sparking turned to face their Uncle.

"You okay?" Hot Rod had kneeled down as he gently checked them over for any dents or scuffs. "You know you're supposed to catch the ball, not let it hit you"

"Sorry Uncle Roddy" The seekerling bowed their helm as they sheepishly looked away from the red speedster. "I was...distracted"

Hot Rod gave a confused tilt of his helm as he tried to read the young sparkling's field for clues. "About what? Is someone bullying you?"

"No..." They turned their attention back at Hot Rod as they gave a nervous flick of their wings. "Its about Carrier, I think he's sad about something. But he won't tell me what it is"

"Ah, I see" Hot Rod's voice grew soft as he finally sat down next to the young seeker. With one servo he gently patted the space next to him inviting the sparkling to sit also. "I think I know what happened..."

Quickly joining their uncle's side the seekerling looked up at Hot Rod with a confused look. They flicked their wings again as they felt their spark burn with questions. "You do? Do you think...you can tell me what's wrong?"

The red speedster let out a long sigh bracing himself. He knew the young seeker would have to know soon but that's not his place to tell them. He can at least...simplify it a little. "Well um...I think it has to do with your Sire..."

"My Sire?"

"Yes" Hot Rod nervously flicked his spoiler as he gazed with a worried look. "Do you remember anything about them? Anything at all?"

The seekerling looked down at their servos lost in thought for a while. After a few klicks they perked their helm up and gave their answer. "Only a little bit. I remember them taking me flying when I was still a bittie...but that's all I know" They then furrowed their brow as their wings flicked nervously. "Do you think my Carrier is missing them?"

'Hard to miss that seeker of all mechs.' Hot Rod Thought as he braced himself to answer as truthly as he was allowed too. "Perhaps, They did love each other for a long time before-uh" Best to nip that in the bud Roddy. "Look, what I'm trying to say is that...love and people are difficult to understand. Some bots make it work and be happily conjunx for eons, others simply...don't and its messy. But that's simply life kiddo"

While the young seeker did cringe at the whole 'love thing' a part of them did hate seeing their Carrier be so sad. After a moment they turned their gaze away and looked down at their servos again simply twiddling their thumbs. "I guess that's true, but why did they break their bond in the first place? Did something bad happen?"

Hot Rod felt his both his spark sink and his energon boil as he remembers the exact day when it happened, the day he almost lost his own brother to that seeker. Quickly burying that anger he allowed himself to calm both himself and his field. "What happened was...your Sire hurt your Carrier. Very badly and...they simply couldn't be together anymore"

"Oh..." The seekerling wrapped both their arms around their frame as their wings drooped. They felt their spark twist in their chest as both anger and confusion washed over them. Why did Sire hurt Carrier? was all their thoughts asked as they sat quietly in the training hall.

Not wanting to dwell on the past or send the young sparkling back to their Carrier in a sorrowful mood Hot Rod got up to his pedes and gave a soft smile. "Hey, why don't we get some energon goodies on the way back? I'll even race you, who knows maybe you've gotten much better at flying in small places this time!"

"Wait really?! You'll race me in the halls?" The young sparkling looked up with wide optics as they bounced onto their pedes. "But what if we get caught? Won't Grandcarrier be mad?"

"Not if we are fast enough we won't!" The red speedster smirked as he transformed into his alt mode. He then playfully reeved his engine before doing a small loop as he headed towards the hallway.

With a soft giggle the seekerling transformed into their alt-mode. It had been a while since they had flew since everything was just so cramped and small. They hated that sparklings weren't allowed outside unless someone was watching them, it sucked but rules were rules and the young seeker just had followed them until now. Flying towards the hallway the young seeker paused hovering next to Hot Rod as they eagerly waited to start.

"On your marks"

"Get set"

"Go!"

Both Hot Rod and the seekerling quickly sped down the hallway, their laughs were drowned out by their engines as they quickly turned corners and avoided passing bots who, angrily yelled at them for racing in the halls. Oh well, what's a little fun without some drama? Lets just hope Grandcarrier isn't too mad.

I love this.

Uncle Roddy to the rescue

#transformers #bumblebee #starscream #sparklings #carrier #hot rod #optimus prime #past starbee #starbee

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kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay · 1 year ago

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I'm here

Summary: Natasha holds you as you fall apart.

Pairing: Natasha Romanov x Reader

(No use of descriptive words for Reader's appearance. If you do stumble across one, please let me know and I'll immediately find a more inclusive alternative)

Warnings: 18+, mental breakdown, work stress, feeling overwhelmed by everything, tears, lots of tears, hurt/comfort, fluff, hugs and kisses, Natasha being a perfect human being and pure soul

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: Comforting fluff and angst for everyone who just needs a damn break from life. I wrote this for @romanoffsbish because I wanted to give you something nice 🖤 I hope you like it ☺️😳

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Your hands blindly reach out for your caffeinated drink of choice, downing the last dregs before pushing the empty container to the side with a grumble.

You blow out an agitated sigh, eyes narrowing at the papers scattered across your desk. The black letters are barely readable in the dim light ofyour laptop screen.

Your eyes are burning, lids heavy as you fight to keep them open. You can't stop now. There's still too much to do, too many things to take care of. They just keep piling up, as soon as one thing is crossed off the list three new ones are added and you are drowning in the attempt to stay on top of the ever growing work load.

The sky outside your window is dim, the last rays of light vanishing on the horizon as the bright artificial lights of civilization take over the evening sky.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you look at the mess of unfinished work spread out in front of you. Tears rise in your eyes and you tear your gaze away from the papers to stare at the ceiling.

Heavy breaths rattle in your chest as your throat starts closing up, the overwhelming pressure of life swamping you.

Your fingers desperately twist the fabric of your shirt and you can't keep the tears from falling. They roll hotly down your face, collecting at your trembling chin before sliding down your throat and wetting the collor of your shirt.

“Fuck,” you curse breathlessly, your voice shaky and unsteady. “I can't do this anymore. I just can't.”

Giving in to the tears you slump forward, elbows resting on the desk as you bury your face in your clammy hands. There's no holding back the mental breakdown bearing down on you with crushing might.

“God, I can't,” you sob, shoulders shaking with grief and overwhelm.

Broken sobs shake your body, tears dripping down your face, snot clogging up your nose and mixing with the tears.

You are so caught up in losing your mind, you don't hear the scraping sound of the front door or the whisper of quiet footsteps drawing closer.

“Sweetheart?”

You jerk up, startled by the sudden sound of a voice. Your heart starts pounding in your chest and you do your best to wipe your teary, snotty face with your shirt before glancing over your shoulder.

Natasha stands in the doorframe, her soft, red hair pulled up into a messy bun. She eyes you with concern, a sad slant to her full lips as she studies the part of your face that she can see from her position.

“Hi,” you choke out nasally, still trying to compose yourself. Natasha isn't supposed to see you like this. Weak, messy, desperate.

“What's going on, sweetheart?” she calls out softly and approaches until she stands next to you. One of her warm hands comes to rest on your shoulder, but you turn your head away, not wanting to reveal your puffy, tear-stained face.

Natasha is having none of it. She pulls your chair away from the desk and reaches out to grasp you chin between her fingers, forcing you to face her.

“What has you so upset, hm? What can I do to make it better?”

“It's nothing,” you try to deflect, squirming in her grip. But she doesn't allow you to turn away.

“It's not nothing if it makes you cry. Tell me.”

“It's stupid. Just... too much work. I have so many things to do and I don't know where to start. No matter what I do, I can't stay on top of all of it and it just keeps getting more,” you start, reluctant at first, but as soon as the first few words are out, it's as if the floodgates have been opened.

“I barely have time to relax, all I can think about the tasks still waiting for me, the neverending list of things that need to be done and I just can't- I'm tired, I'm so tired. I can barely get out of bed in the morning but I still can't sleep when I go to bed at night. There's just too much, too much to do, too many thoughts in my head, too much- I can't I don' wanna-”

The breakdown is in full swing now and the tears resurface as you crumple under Natasha's gaze.

The red-head moves quickly, pushing her hands under your arms to keep you from folding in on yourself completely. She hoists you to your feet before taking your place on the chair and pulling you into her lap.

“Shhh, it's okay. I got you,” she whispers, one hand stroking up and down your shaking back while the other holds the back of your head, tucking you comfortably into the crook of her neck.

You mindlessly burrow into her embrace, arms winding around her body to have something to hold onto while you fall apart.

Natasha holds you through all of it, the tears, the choked sobs and violent trembling shaking your exhausted body. She coos calming words at you, kissing the top of your head and humming to you to bring you down to earth.

Eventually, your sobs quieten down, tears slowing and allowing you to see more clearly.

“You're okay, I'm here,” Natasha mumbles, giving your body a little squeeze.

You stay silent, head tucked away in the crook of her neck as your breathing slowly calms down and grows more even, matching Natasha's steady breaths.

“I- I just want a nice, easy life. Is that too much to ask,” you croak out tearily, voice muffled against Natasha's skin.

The red-head hums, her hands slowly caressing your back.

“Not at all,” she says after a moment of silence.

You scoff, though there's no bite behind it. You're too wrung out to feel upset.

“Then why is everything so difficult? Why is everything more than I can handle,” you ask, not expecting an answer. Natasha gives one anyway, but not one you expect.

“We'll figure it out, love. Make plans for you, charts and lists to keep track of things. Keep everything managable,” she says and kisses the side of your head. “I'm here for you.”

The sincerity in the red-head's voice makes you tear up again. You cling to her and rub your face on your shoulder, brushing away the tears that threaten to fall.

“Thank you,” you mumble and turn your head enough to kiss her neck.

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” Natasha replies softly, slowly rocking the two of you in your desk chair. “Now rest. I have you.”

Closing your tired eyes, you do as Natasha tells you, drifting off into a deep slumber in the loving embrace of your girlfriend.

...

:'D

I need Natasha so bad, pleeaaase *whines*

#natasha romanov #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanov fic #comfort fic #angst #hurt/comfort #all the comfort #and love #drabble #i think #kinda long for a drabble #one-shot it is

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