#small brag sunday

[jealousofthetea]

small brag sunday

Ran* 8k in the time i was aiming for, even tho it was hot and i hadn't run in 2 weeks bc covid (* Actually there was some walking as well)

The shirt i'm making - by far the most complicated garment i've ever tried - is progressing well

I realised recently that i react better to compliments than i used to i.e. my brain is less likely to twist them into reasons to feel bad about myself 👍

My housemate mentioned that she was annoyed by one feature of an otherwise good shirt she owns, and i was able to quickly and neatly remove it for her

[drumlincountry]

Small brag Sunday Saturday today I went for a walk by a river and SAW THINGS and then I tidied up my back garden while listening to my next door neighbours playing red hot chilli peppers thru their open window 🥰🥰🥰

What's your small brag???

[mizu0xox0]

Guitarist! Aventurine whose your dearest boyfriend that enjoys pissing you off while in between breaks during recording sessions (he drags you to the studio with him at times)

Guitarist! Aventurine who blows a kiss to you during a concert if he spots you in the crowd and he knows that you know that kiss is meant for you and you only

Guitarist! Aventurine who throws some poker chips or coins into the crowd at the end of shows and of course he makes sure you have one by giving one to you personally before the show (his band mate Ratio has to drag him backstage before he throws more and one of the coins gives someone a concussion)

Guitarist! Aventurine who wears the necklace you gave him during a date as a good luck charm for every show and you bet he kisses it before the show if he feels nervous

Guitarist! Aventurine who definitely uses the guitar pick you got for him as a gift (you saw him using a poker chip and you decided to get him a proper guitar pick, more like he has a bunch of guitar picks but used a coin to piss off Ratio and Sunday)

Guitarist! Aventurine who has a few solo songs and dedicated at least one of them to you

Guitarist! Aventurine who is happy when he sees you getting along with his band mates (The band consists of Robin, Gallagher, Ratio and Firefly with Sunday as their manager)

Guitarist! Aventurine who definitely brags about you being his significant other just to annoy Ratio

Guitarist! Aventurine who would most definitely fold if he saw you wearing his band clothes

Guitarist! Aventurine who has given you his hat that he wears for performances at least once or twice and sometimes if you're lucky his sunglasses as well

Guitarist! Aventurine who has a pair of matching earrings and he wears one of the pair while you have the other

Guitarist! Aventurine who has definitely nearly let slip that he's in a relationship in interviews which usually leads to Ratio hitting him on the head while Robin continues with the talking

Guitarist! Aventurine who definitely bets on how many people will be at the show before it starts and Robin has to call you in before he starts betting like crazy

Guitarist! Aventurine who would literally die on the spot if you own any merch of him doesn't matter if it's a small keychain or an album

Guitarist! Aventurine who always finishes the food that you pack for him even if it's something as simple as microwaveable food from the convenience store

[evie-sturns]

no one has to know what we do - Chris Sturniolo

summary: ever since you met the triplets in 3rd grade, youve had been closest with chris. you've never admitted it to anyone but you've been madly inlove with him for a few years now. the triplets 20th birthday comes around, they celebrate by inviting the friend group to their house for the weekend, what happens when you and chris are left alone in his bedroom, will things stay the same, or will you two be forced to sneak around.

contains: smut, fwb!chris, sneaking around friends, swearing, fluff.

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♫.. no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room..♫

I've known the triplets since i could walk, marylou and my mom met in highschool so i've grown up around the nick matt and chris my whole life. ive always been closest with chirs,

but i hate to admit the fact that i've been thinking about him differently, a lot differently. i've never though about matt in that way though, even though they're practically the same. it's something about chris's hair, i've always wondered how my fingers would feel laced through his brown locks while he rests between my thighs.

6:39pm, friday night.

i push open the sturniolos front door to find nick, chris, matt, madi, nate, and several other friends from highschool, hannah, grace and yolanda, leaning on the counter, all laughing with eachother.

''hey!!" chris says with a wide grin, running up to me and wrapping his arms around me. "chrisss" i smile back at him.

this weekend is the sturniolos birthday, they've invited madi, me, nathan, and 3 other friends round for friday night, saturday and sunday, for those three nights chris and i are sharing a room, alone.

he grabs my small tote brag i brought and chucks it into the spare room. i walk into the kitchen and greet everyone else, instantly getting dragged by nick into the living room.

"we're watching the grinch." madi declares, "fuck no! its the middle of fucking august" nick yells back, nate chimes in, adding something to the debate.

before i can open my mouth i feel a cold hand grab my arm, its chris.

my head swings around, my hair hitting his neck. "c'mon" chris says, taking me over to the couch and throwing himself down and patting the spot next to him. i flop next to him, cuddling close to his side as everybody else piles down, "so we're watching the grinch?" madi says with a cheeky smile, "no." nick instantly replies, switching the tv on.

the intro song to rapunzel blasts through the small room, a loud cheer comes from the 7 other people around chris and i.

i'm basically frozen, my mouth won't move and i can feel my heart pounding out of my chest. sure, chris and i have been friends forever but god hes been so physical the past few weeks its been hard to hold myself together.

"you okay?" chris whispers down into my hair.

"yeah!" i chirp back

"you seem nervous"

"im not."

im 90% sure he knows.

"im sorry this movie is ASS." nate says, interrupting the movie. "gotta say, i do kinda agree with you." madi replies, "i told you the grinch was better!" she says, earning a boo from nick.

nick leans over to me, "go get a boardgame from chris's room cause these fuck heads aren't happy with rapunzel." he tutts.

i heave myself up off the couch, "chris where do you keep your array of boardgames" i scoff, shaking my head with a smile. "first of all i dont have 50 boardgames i play" he laughs as he walks over to me.

i walk upstairs towards chris's room, him closley behind me still yapping about the fact hes not that big of a fan of board games.

i open the large wooden door to chris's room, the familiar sight filling my vision.

chris shuts the door behind us, i don't question it, he probably just wants to keep his room air conditioned. i look back at him,

"so where are the-" i start but get interrupted by chris's hand on my jaw, he looks at my lips then my eyes, then my lips before slamming his onto mine.

i kiss him back. of course i do? i've practically dreamt about this moment since i was 16.

"i know i make you nervous y/n" he rasps into my lips, his second hand grabbing my cheek as he walks us back, our lips still connected as my back hits the wall, pinning me down slightly with his mouth.

he pulls away for a second, scanning my face for a readable expression. "chris" i breathe out, running my hand through my hair.

"im sorry, im so fucking sorry i shouldnt've done that-" he starts, taking a step back, "chris." i interrupt him, reconnecting our lips.

"you make me nervous, really fucking nervous." i say into his lips, his hand finds its way to the back of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair.

suddenly the door to his bedroom rattles, i instantly pull away, my head spinning round to look at the door which is being pushed open/

madi, matt, nick and 3 of our other friends walk in, all laughing with each other about god knows what, i scramble towards the closet, looking for any board game i can.

i pull out the despicable me version of 'game of life' which has several minions on the front. a small laugh exits my mouth before i join the small circle which has formed on the floor with our friends.

"y/n...." matt says with a laugh, grabbing the board game off me "despicable me?" hannah says with a scoff

"im sorry! chris doesn't have the collection of board games i expected!" i tease back.

"it'll be okay!" grace says, a somewhat optimistic smile painted across her face.

chris joins the circle of friends on the floor, sitting down opposite me. hes got a small panicked expression, his lips red and raw, his cheeks a deep pink. his eyes are fixed on mine.

"so whos gonna roll first?" nick chuckles.

(8:45pm)

madi won the boardgame about 30 minutes ago, i've been laying on the floor of chris's room with all of our friends, execept for chris.

he disappeared while everyone was celebratings madis 'epic' win.

"we've gotta play truth or dare.." yolanda says, "like the corny middle school shit you know?"

nick claps his hands with a goofy grin, followed by matt rolling his eyes but later agreeing.

"nick, truth or dare" grace laughs,

i stand up off the floor, walking out of chris's room while everyones distracted watching nick try to do a head stand.

the wooden stairs creak as i jog down them, i swing open the back door and im met with chris. he's sitting on the outdoor bench, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

his head shoots up to look at me as i walk over to the bench, sitting under it.

"hey!" he says smiling, then putting his phone down on the armrest.

"how was despicable me game of life?" chris nudges me in the arm, a stupid smile on his pink lips.

"shut up!" i scoff, flicking his arm softly.

a silence fills the air, only sounds of distant cars vaguely humming in the background. chris runs a hand through his brunette hair, his long fingers peeking through the strands of his hair.

"um-" chris clears his throat.

"chris.." i whisper i start, then get off by his voice

"i dont think i'm ready for a relationship."

my heart sinks.

i didnt even say i liked him like that to his face?

"come with me." he declares, standing up abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

everyone's hanging out in the living room, nobodys really paying attention to rapunzel anymore. nicks head shoots up "y/n come over!!" he smiles at me.

"we're gonna go get ready for bed, super tired." chris speaks for me. i run over to nick, giving him and matt a goodnight hug before returning to chris. he grabs my hand firmly then pulls me upstairs into his room, slamming the door shut behind us

my heart thumps as chris looks down at me, his hand reaches out for my chin, his other hand firmly gripping my waist as his fingertips lightly squeeze my waist. i stare at his lips, he stares at mine before colliding them for the second time today.

without another word his shirt is across the room, his necklace resting on his chest. my shirt follows, ending up somewhere around the room. "chris" i moan lightly into his lips as his hand snakes round to my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

he frantically rips off his sweatpants, i shimmy my shorts down my legs.

the air surrounding us grows hot as i fall back onto his bed, "chris- we can't, nick always tells me that he'd kill me if i even though about his brothers sexually, i mean-" i ramble, but chris cuts me off.

"no one has to know what we do." he whispers, his hands intertwined in my hair.

my eyes switch from chris, to the amount of our clothes scattered across his room, the same room chris and i grew up in.

i nod "okay." a smile creeps across my face.

chris pulls off my panties, throwing them ontop of his desk. he pauses for a second, his eyes exploring every inch of my body. "oh my god." he mutters, "you okay?" he asks quickly while he pulls down his boxers, his hard length springing out. his dick is strangely perfect, "yeah, more than okay.." i whisper, my eyes fixed on his cock.

he nods "you've done.. this before right?" chris laughs slightly. "yeah- yeah" i giggle. "you're so pretty." he says, stroking his length while his eyes stare at my exposed body.

"ready?" he asks, his tip lightly pressing against my hole.

i'm not even fully processing whats happening right now, the boy i've secretly been practically inlove with for a few years is now about to fuck me.

"very." i tease, gripping the sheets for support. he pushes into me, a low whimper escaping his mouth "squeezing me so well." he stutters, bottoming out in me.

i let out a string of moans as i arch my back off the bed "so good, doing so good." he says, his thrusts rapidly increasing in pace and intensity. his fingers lace into my hair, tugging lightly but not painfully.

i let out a desperate groan "chris- fuck!"

he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach, feeling how deep he is inside of me. "you feel me?" he says in between thrusts.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my vision fogged.

"i said you feel me?" he mumbles, his hair flopping with each time his tip hits my cervix.

"yes! yes-" i blurt out,

chris grabs my throat, pinning me down to the bed.

my eyes open in shock, a few short breaths exiting my mouth.

"finish, finish for me."

and with those words i do, i clench around him and release my built up orgasm. chris instantly lets go of my throat being careful not to push me too hard, he pulls out, painting my stomach with warm streaks of white.

"fuck...." he groans, throwing his head back.

i catch my breath as chris collapses next to me, he pulls me ontop of his body as he strokes my hair.

"you did so well." he whispers into my hair.

after a good 10 minutes of laying in silence i break it,

"um chris.."

"yes?" he replies.

"what are we.. now."

another silence fills the room "i dont know." he says, a bit of guilt in his voice.

he starts "i mean if you give me a few weeks we can put a label on us or we could just stay friends and forget this happened but i dont know if i want that because i really enjoyed this but i mean we could be friends with benefits-"

i interuppt his rambles "friends with benefits!?" i say with a small smile.

"if you want, could be fun like sneaking around.."

i nod frantically at chris's words "i'd like that."

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(saturday 5pm)

after yesterday nights unexpected encounter chris and i have kept our promise, this whole day everyones been hanging out at the pool but currently we're in the bathroom, and hes fully inside of me.

"fuck-" he mumbles, slamming into me as i sit on the countertop. my bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as he pounds into me repeatedly, "close." he warns.

i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snapping as i release around his length with a scream of his name. he pulls out, orgasming on my thighs.

"you okay?" he asks, panting as he wipes my thigh with his hand.

i collide our lips together "yeah." i mumble into his mouth.

a few seconds pass before we pull away, he helps me down off the countertop as i catch my balance.

he grabs my hand and unlocks the bathroom door, he guides us both back to the pool, rejoining all our friends like we weren't fucking each other 3 minutes ago.

i lay down by the poolside, my legs shaking slightly from the intensity of the past events.

chris sits down next to me "you got a little something." he whispers with a laugh, quickly reaching down and wiping my thigh where we missed a spot.

(1 month later)

a month ago today chris and i were sneaking around at his 20th birthday party, for the past 4 weeks we've been meeting up at each other's houses, hooking up every time we get the chance. we didnt speak about anything, i think hes happy staying friends with benefits even though i want more, ive needed more for 3 years.

11:32pm

i roll over in bed, checking my phone one last time before i fall asleep. suddenly my phone frantically vibrates,

its chris?

i pick up the phone "chris its late..." i groan into the phone.

"i need to talk to you, can i come over.. please?" he asks innocently, "okay if you want to just talk, im so tired."

i hang up, after a couple minutes i hear the rumble of chriss car in my driveway, followed by his footsteps upstairs. he swings open the door to my room "hey!" he says nervously, jumping into bed beside me. "you alright?" i ask, holding his hand.

he stays silent for a few seconds, before starting.

"i think im in love with you?" he blurts out.

"you- what?" i repeat, confusion painted in my voice.

"i know, but for the past few.. years? ive liked you- alot.. and i dont just want you to be my fuck buddy anymore, i want to be more."

he takes a deep breath, i stay silent in shock.

"i feel the absolute exact same Christopher." i say, looking over at him.

"do you wanna.. make things official." he asks quietly.

i roll over ontop of him, smothering him in kisses "yes!" i laugh, wrapping my arms around him. relief washes over his face.

we lay still for a few minutes, "can i stay the night?" he asks with a laugh, "please do." i reply, my eyes fluttering shut.

we lay in silence for a few minutes, but a small laugh exits his mouth.

"yeah?" i smile into his chest.

"nothing it was just painfully obvious i was head over heels for you, how did you not guess" he laughs

"chris, im sorry but i was terrified to make a move purely because of how it wasnt obvious." i say, planting the 84th kiss of the night on his face.

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[yurinaa-world]

Can I request emanator of the hunt!reader x jing yuan, aventurine, and Sunday headcannons?

"𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, & Sunday x Gender-neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with reader thats a emanator

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling mistakes

Honestly I can’t tell the difference when it comes to different emanators so I just made it mostly blank on what kind of emanator (I'm not the lore player i pretend to be��)

💫𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

How lucky he is, he’s just swooning over someone like yourself. That serious and competitive side that comes out of you while you play a fun game quite popular in Loufu, makes you look like a mythical creature while staring at the pieces with such thought.

He might just be blessed to gaze at you, he’ll even completely forget about the game. Watch him still beat since you’re still a beginner, but how about another round? (so he can stare at your face) 

Call him out while you’re at it, that’s just even better since he’s shameless

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You should be keeping your eyes on the board instead of gawking at my face,”

Sighing, seeing him not listen to your words, just having you smile while finally playing the next move with one of the pieces on the board. “It would be disappointing that you aren't giving me your all.”

Placing your piece down, playfully glaring at him while waiting for his move, he doesn’t take his eyes off you, without glancing at where he places his piece.

“I won’t disappoint you then,” he smiles, unaware that you’ve already been trapped by all his pieces. That confused and frustrated look on your face while you just looked through all your pieces, left you to a dead end. 

Scoffing when the realization hit, there wasn’t any place for your piece to move. “You’ve won it seems,” you sigh, while he looks at you with that adoring look. “Hmm? It seems I have. That look of losing makes you quite beautiful. Let’s play another round.”

“Another round for you to ogle at my face, why not.”

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

Now that’s something else, an emanator as his lover, he might’ve just hit the jackpot by catching your eye when you first met. You’re quite straightforward about everything as well, maybe a bit too much when you shocked him a little by asking him to be your lover first.

He’s got something to brag about, forget money, jewelry, and any amount of diamonds, those can’t compare to you in the slightest, you’re completely above those things. He’ll be your jewel that's outshined by your beauty.

As you believe his words are just complete nonsense. “I’ll be your jewel.” What nonsense you’ve ever heard, there’s no point in having him as a lover if he’s just a jewel, you want equal footing in a relationship.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Tired now, are we?”

After quite a gambling spree, he’s gotten tired, sitting you both down in a booth in the corner—to get free time with you in a slightly secluded place— looking at all his earnings with slight amazement, quite the luck he has.

His hand goes around your waist to bring you closer. “Didn’t want you to be bored.” Putting his favourite gambling chip in your hand, as his small way of affection. “Can you read my mind now as well?” Taking the chip and playing around with it, whisking it through your fingertips with such ease

“I’m your jewel aren't I.”

“Disappointing you got something wrong.” Taking the chip, pressing it against the bottom of his lip. “It’s no fun if you’re just a jewel, I deserve more, a person who’s alive and sensitive instead.” Gently pressing the chip down to his lip, with that smile creeping up on your face—he loves it.

He can’t wait, his hands just move on their own, bring you in to give you a peck on the lips, or several “pecks” instead. 

“I want you to be bare and truthful with me.”

💫𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒶𝓀 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

They always say to pretend to suck up and be polite to those who hold power over you, yet he doesn’t pretend, he has even given you his heart, to do all you please.

You took his breaths away in many ways, like when you declared to become his lover without a second of doubt, and with your beauty alone.

He dreams of taking your hand and dancing with you. If you would give him that glory?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Will you grace me with this dance?”

Extending his gloved hand for you to take. Give him the honour and glory to take his hand, and allow him to become your partner in this dance. When you did take his hand, he couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss on your knuckles,

“I will.”

He takes in the beauty of hands, an odd thing to think about yet he can’t help but admire and love every small thing about you, from your fingers and knuckles to any scar you might have. Without any hesitation, he pulls you in close, drawing you against him/

The brightly lit ballroom, the walls seemingly hand-sculpted from glass, and the soft sound of musical instruments playing, accompanied the two of you in the center of it all, truly a beautiful moment he’d been dreaming of having with you, yet even better.

 “A ballroom all for me?” 

“I believe you deserve something as beautiful as you, yet it still slacks stale compared to you.”

You see that little dumb smile on his face that he never realized he makes whenever he looks at you, you always find it cute. The whole dance he just rambles about his love for you.

“What a way you have with words,” you laugh, as the song comes to an end, you take your chance and put your hand on the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss, feeling your soft lips on his just made his sensitive wings flap and shake, it never goes unnoticed by you.

“Don’t get too excited, we haven’t even started.”

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[macguffinandco]

Hi - we're on Tumblr now!

I'm sorry, who are you?

We're @sashasienna​ and @jonnywaistcoat​, and we make tabletop RPGs as MacGuffin & Co.!

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Ok, so what have you made?

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Sounds cool - where can I find out more?

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[finisnihil]

Some people need to learn the difference between like/disliking a character on a personal level v. a writing level. I dislike some characters on a personal level but I do love their writing and characterization on a meta level and any of my bullying of them is mostly for jokes. Meanwhile there's also characters who I adore on a personal level but abhor the writing of because it feels like their concepts or potential as a character were squandered.

I've said it before i'll say it again when you let your personal bias on a character infect your analysis of them you get mischaracterization. Part of media literacy is seperating authoral intention from reader response and thinking about if anything about the character or their interactions can cloud your judgement of them on a surface level.

For example, in the 2.1 quest of HSR I saw some Aventurine lovers absolutely jump on a hate train for Sunday because in their eyes, Sunday was villainous for his actions against Aventurine and deserved to be put down for it. But, when you stop bastardizing Sunday in an effort to validate and sanitize Aventurine's motives you see the two are actually equally complicit in hurting the other. Sunday did try to turn Ratio against Aventurine and he did cast the whole Truth or Die spell but when you actually critically analyze Sunday and his role in the interaction he is more sympathetic and he makes more sense.

Aventurine was going into the interaction, an interaction regarding the IPC's increasingly aggressive attempts to recolonize Penacony after losing it as a prison planet, bragging about using the horrific murder of Sunday's sister to exploit him. Aventurine has never once hid his intentions, he's sympathetic but that doesn't change the fact he's trying to rip Penacony's freedom away for the IPC. We've seen what the IPC does to planets, no matter how corrupt the Family is, the IPC will be worse without a doubt. Aventurine is a morally grey character, he took the gamble of lying under the spell and he understood the stakes when he did it. Trying to bastardize Sunday in order to try and act like Aventurine didn’t have the autonomy to fuck around and find out is really disingenuous to both characters.

As for Sunday, Sunday is incredibly sympathetic too. We know he’s under crushing pressure by everyone around him to hide things for the sake of public image and we know he’s sacrificed a ton for his sister. Sunday is reverential of Xipe but we see him being actively wary of the Family. He knows there’s a traitor, he knows the Family is rotting with ill intent, he knows Death is on the loose. Robin and him are doing their damndest to handle these problems within their circumstances and we’ve seen their notes! They aren’t ignoring the problem, they’re even trying to get outside help from both the Astral Express and Aventurine. We see the Lightcone of their childhood in an otherwise clinical and impersonal office, one where he built her a toy stage and became her first audience. He cares about Robin more than anything and you see his rage and grief being suppressed yet slipping here and there and causing him to make sloppy mistakes, such as using the Truth or Die spell to lash out at Aventurine when he feels cornered with no control over the situation. When he confronts Gallagher he finally cracks and just… breaks. You see him lose it to the point he doesn’t even notice Death behind him until it’s too late. Despite being likened to songbirds, Robin and Sunday both died quietly in their gilded cages. They are the canaries in the coal mine.

Sunday and Aventurine are meant to parallel each other, they both lost their sister in a gruesome event outside of their control because they couldn’t protect her. Sunday couldn’t protect her from the cage he let himself be trapped in so she could fly free and Aventurine couldn’t protect her because he was too small and too young and too lucky. One is a younger brother and one is an elder brother.

The only major difference between them is who we experience the story through. Aventurine is our eyes for most of 2.1 so therefore Sunday is the one put in the antagonistic role. Antagonists are characters who’s motives and goals oppose the protagonists. Because of this, we have to flesh out Sunday’s character via subtext because we don’t have the luxury of his POV to be blatant like with Aventurine. If the roles reversed, if Sunday was our eyes, I bet Aventurine would be the one getting the flack instead.

[half-oz-eddie]

After Max snuck off one day, Steve brings her home right before Neil and Susan return.

Billy gives her and Steve shit about it on the porch, freezing up when Neil's car pulls into the driveway.

He notices the way Neil's normally hard and intimidating stare softens upon seeing Harrington in front of their house.

He greets him, shakes his hand, makes polite small talk with him and invites him in for dinner.

Steve glances over at Billy, noticing how he rolled his eyes and he politely declines.

"I really shouldn't—"

"I insist." Neil goads him, gently pushing him inside and leading him to the table. "Susan's cooking is divine."

Billy groaned. Of course, Steve was the golden boy everyone adored, even his own father. What was so perfect about him anyway?

Billy is imagining he can shoot lasers from his eyes at Steve, and Steve can feel the intention coming from Billy's glares.

He plans to leave early, but Neil offers him dessert, offers him a beer, asks if he wants to stay and watch the game.

Why the fuck's this guy being so nice to Steve?

Because the Harrington name holds so much prestige in Hawkins? Because it can help him get a promotion? What? What the fuck is it? It can't just be because of Steve.

Billy notices that Steve feels really awkward, but he's always been taught to be polite, so he does what any golden boy would do. He stays, he accepts Neil's kindness, he answers questions when asked.

Of course, Neil brings up Mr. Harrington, asking about his company and how it's doing.

His question seems really motivated and Billy's pissed off to the point of no return. He stands, politely excusing himself to his room.

"Don't you wanna watch the game, son?"

Son...?

Who in god's name was he talking to? Not me, Billy assumed.

Why was his voice so soft and his eyes so warm? That wasn't Neil. That wasn't Sir. Billy was afraid of this version of Neil and that warm smile that showed the crow's feet beside his beady, lying eyes.

Billy slowly sat back down next to Steve.

"Billy used to love baseball."

No I didn't.

"He lost interest. He's much better at basketball. Aren't you boys on the same team?"

"Yes, sir, we are." Steve nodded. "He's really good."

Neil laughed. "That's my boy."

What?! Am I in an alternate universe?

When the fever dream of a night ended, Neil told Billy to walk Steve to his car.

"Uh...See you at school?" Steve said uncertainly.

"Yeah." He watched Steve get into his car and walked back into his house.

Neil's warm, fake smile was gone, along with that soft welcoming voice.

It was all a facade, just as he'd assumed.

Neil ordered him to do the dishes, including Steve's. Nothing disgusted him more than cleaning up after Steve.

To make matters worse, this became a constant. Neil was letting Max's nerdy friends come over and Steve would pick them up, then circle back for dinner or a beer with Neil.

Neil would insist on including Billy, bragging about how strong, or how bright Billy was, bringing up the days in California, the very few good ones.

It pissed Billy off, but the nights Steve would come over, there was no shouting, no beatings and Neil was...nice.

Billy started passing notes to Steve at school, inviting him over, especially on Sundays so he didn't have to deal with Neil's bullshit on his day off.

At first, Steve would keep Neil out of Billy's hair, but then, Steve stopped by Billy's room to ask him why he always invited him over if he didn't wanna hang out.

"I thought maybe Neil'd like hanging out with you."

"So you invited me over to keep your dad company? Why don't you just hang out with him?"

"Because we don't get along. He's...he's not always like that." Billy quietly mumbled, hoping Neil didn't suddenly develop super hearing.

"Oh." Steve slowly shut the door. "So that's why you keep inviting me over?"

Billy shrugged.

"Well, Max told Dustin, and Dustin told me that your dad beats the hell out of you, that true?"

Billy's body tightened up and he went dead silent. "The fuck do you care?" He snapped.

"It's not cool." Steve sat on the floor across from Billy. "I don't wanna come here and keep hanging out with your dad. I kinda thought we were hanging out. That's why I would stay."

"You...wanted to hang out with me?" He skeptically narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah. I've been hoping we could get along for a change. I didn't know you were just using me to keep your dad out of your hair."

"I—I didn't think you'd wanna hang out with me. I thought you liked hanging out with Neil."

Steve laughed. "I don't hang out with old people."

"Yeah, you hang out with little kids instead."

"Shut up, I'm their babysitter. Those little shits are always getting into some kind of trouble."

"Whatever. So...d'you wanna like...hang...now?"

Steve nodded without hesitation. "Yeah. That's why I come here in the first place."

"You like Metallica?"

"No."

"Mötley Crüe?"

"Not really."

"Surfing?"

"Eh. Not really any beaches around."

Billy scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "The hell do you like?"

Steve pointed to a deck of cards on Billy's dresser. "Know how to play War?"

"Vaguely." Billy shrugged before grabbing the deck and handing it to Steve.

They played a few rounds of cards before they were laughing and shit-talking into the late hours of the night.

Neil didn't disturb them at all.

Dedicating this to @mangywayway since you're always being so kind when I'm feeling down. Tysm ❤️

[nylibrty]

gf ! headcanons ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ b.stewart

「pairing」 breanna stewart x reader

「summary」 girlfriend!stewie headcanons <3

「cw」 n / a : all fluff :)

「notes」 running it back w new stewie hcs !

gf!stewie . . . who always sends you sunset pictures when shes at an away game, a small reminder shes thinking of you

gf!stewie . . . who could yap your ear off for hours when you get her going on a rant about harry potter or whatever book shes currently reading

gf!stewie . . . who convinced you to join her teams book club (you only did it because of the excitement in her voice when she asked)

gf!stewie . . . who is always teasing you and making fun of you, only to kiss you right after

gf!stewie . . . who treats you like the princess you are, always opening the door for you and buying you flowers whenever she gets the chance

gf!stewie . . . who always gives up her jacket for you when you forget yours, even in the snowy new york winters.

gf!stewie . . . who always blows a kiss to you in the stands when shes at the free throw line

gf!stewie . . . who cant sleep unless you're there, your heartbeat lulls her to sleep without fail

gf!stewie . . . who makes you breakfast every sunday morning, bringing it to you in bed so you don't have to move a muscle so early

gf!stewie . . . who gets the biggest, goofiest grin on her face when she sees you in her jersey

gf!stewie . . . who still gets flustered around you, even after years of being together

gf!stewie . . . who takes you on vacation whenever she can, and then spoiling the fuck out of you when you two are there

gf!stewie . . . who loves to show you off, always bragging about you to her teammates

gf!stewie . . . who appreciates it when you take the time to clean her scrapes and scratches after a rough game

gf!stewie . . . who needs to take a nap with you before every game, claiming its good luck.

[jealousofthetea]

Small Brag Sunday Tuesday

Achievements from the last week:

Did my first (organised) 5k since I was a teenager, went faster than i was expecting

Applied for 4 jobs

Sent a text I should have sent a month ago, and as a result have escaped the committee i never wanted to be on

Bought a Cool Leather Jacket™

[drumlincountry]

Hey guess WHAT it's #small brag Sunday! I have some small brags to share!

First: I grew things in my GARDEN ! The first courgette is nearly ready to be a real courgette and the chard leaves are coming in quicker than I can find things to put them in ♥♥♥

Second: my herbarium is going great! I have 80 samples collected, and 20 of those are fully pressed, dried, and arranged on boards like the plant above.

This plant is our friend pignut, or cúlarán, which as the name suggests produces a nut-like growth on its root. I haven't got to try it yet but I've been told they taste like water chestnuts.

Third: no picture for this one but I performed a poem at an open mic night on Friday and everyone applauded for me!!! and Jamie said i'm "good at words"!!! and the mother of two queer teenagers hugged me & asked me if i'd be willing to hang out with her kids some time cause she wants them to have more queer community ! 🥰🥰🥰

What are your small brags??

[lowkeyrobin]

Hey dude! :D I was wondering if you could do a charlie slimecicle x Reader where he introduces them to chat for the first time? Thank uuuu

oooo yeah sure! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

SLIMECICLE ; introductory statement

summary ; you meet Charlie's chat for the first time

warnings ; language, talk of being in a bar/meeting at a bar

word count ; 678

e/c = eye color

masterlist

Charlie was in love with you, drowning in your love, even. He found your pair of e/c eyes and found himself stumbling over his words the whole night at that bar. He couldn't stop looking at you, your smile, your dancing with your friends.

He sat with you in the back corner booth later that night, around midnight, while his friends and your friends were doing their thing. He started small talk that led into laughter, and once the night was over, he didn't want to leave.

"Why don't we do something crazy?" You suggest, merely buzzed unlike all your friends.

"Huh?" He asks, grabbing the last can of beer he was sipping from as he stands up.

"Why don't we talk later?"

He smiles, glancing away for a moment. "Yeah, sure"

You loved him more than anyone else in the world could've loved him, from the quiet times to the loud ones.

You'd watch the sunsets on the porch swing, the sound of the chain links only pulling you two closer. You had his heartstrings tangled, your eyes brought him to his knees, your smile felt like an Earthy Sunday morning in the middle of no where to him.

He loved you more than anything in this life, you were the only thing he needed.

He bragged about you a lot on stream and to his friends, and he understood that you were always too shy to come on camera. He didn't mind, though. You were always out of frame in the corner or in another room listening to him or watching his stream.

But today, something came over you.

You were tired of having your Instagram on private, with him never posting pictures with you in them. You decided to just join his stream and get it over with and meet his fanbase.

It was worth it for everyone at this point, you'd been dating for over a year now, it wasn't that you felt like you owed it to his fans, you wanted to do it for the good of everyone even if it didn't make sense. You wanted to show him off, and he wanted to do the same.

He sits down at his desk, setting up all the screens to how they normally did when he streamed. You sit beside him in a spinny chair, spinning it around while he sets his things up.

He gives you a little smile as you slow the chair down, feeling dizzy. He starts the stream and welcomes his incoming audience with the Stream Starting Soon screen. He looks to you again, making sure you still look up for it.

You give him a happy nod, and after about five minutes, he fades the screen out to the webcam, showing you two sitting together.

You shyly wave while Charlie says hello and introduces you.

"This is Y/n, my partner" He smiles, looking at you to say anything.

"Hi, I'm Y/n." You shyly smile, "We met at a bar"

"Ranboo, my main man," Charlie smiles, "Set me up with them"

The chat explodes with positive comments. Most are complimenting you, others congratulating both of you. It brings a smile to your face, seeing all this support and all these compliments, it was the most you'd seen in your life.

"See? They love you" He chuckles, resting a hand on your shoulder. "This is gonna be a QnA stream, I guess," He looks to you for a moment, like he was looking for approval. "So send us questions!"

You nod, giving a thumbs up, a little nervous. Of course, the nervousness began post-introducing yourself.

"How'd we meet?" Charlie reads, "At a bar. It was me, Ranboo and Sneeg, and I saw them across the bar, fell in love at first sight"

You smile, "Later in the night he joined me in a corner booth and we talked for like, an hour, cause we were both tired but didn't want to leave our friends with no ride home"

"Oh, I would've left them, I stayed for you"

[abbyromanoff]

Hey since father's day is coming can i request a daddy nat x reader fic? It's ok if you ignore this ^_^

Pinky-Promise

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x afab!reader

Word count: 7102 (still can’t believe this only took like 3 hours)

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, divorces, cheating (R to their boyfriend), daddy kink, degrading, praise kink, soft sex then rough sex lol, breeding kink, strap ons, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunnilingus, mutual pining, arguing, Nat being a dick beforehand, slapping, spit kink (very brief), filming, body worshipping, mentions of masturbation, marking, kinda beefy!Nat, lotssss of pet names, cum-filled straps, happy ending

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Momma!!” Came the yells of your two children as they entered the large home of your ex-wife. She picked both of them up in her arms and hugged them tightly, giving a kiss to their foreheads before setting them down. It was Father’s Day weekend and before your divorce last year, your little family would always celebrate Nat while they celebrated you on Mother’s Day. And now, this was your first year being divorced during the holiday. And while you were planning to just drop the kids off for the weekend, they begged you to join them, to do it as a family again, as they had said. And their puppy eyes which were exaggerated to the max were impossible to resist. So, you had contacted Nat and told her the plans, that you and your kids would be spending the weekend at her house and would leave Sunday night.

“Oh, you guys are getting so big! I’m not gonna be able to pick you both up soon.” She pouted, receiving shared giggles from the twins standing at her feet. Alex, your 6-year-old son, had similar hair to you with light shades of red shining. His eyes were an exact copy of Nat’s, as were his sisters, Lena. Alexei often bragged that his grandson was named after him, even if it was just a coincidence. But Lena, she had been named after Nat’s sister, Yelena. She didn’t show it, but you knew she was beyond ecstatic to know her niece was named after her.

Your son looked back at you, trying to signal the card that had been put away in your purse. You knew what he was asking, he wanted you to give it to her, they were both too shy to see her reaction. You smiled at them and stepped forward, both children immediately clinging onto you and watching with filled nerves as Nat grasped the card, letting her fingers gently brush against yours for such a small moment that you almost didn’t notice, but you did. You retreated your hand back quickly and watched your kid's excitement grow as Nat let out a gasp, smiling with tears starting to pool in her eyes as she read their messy handwriting inside.

“You guys...Did you make this all by yourselves?” They nodded and you could’ve nearly wept watching the interaction your ex-wife had with them. You knew she loved you and your children more than anything in this world, but she wasn’t great at showing that.

“Are you sure? Because if you asked me I’d say a professional drew this masterpiece.” You could see the pride in their faces at her words.

When it was nearing the end of the day you were trying to figure out the bed situation. The kids had their own rooms, Nat made sure of it. But she didn’t have an extra room for you or any guest at that.

“Don’t worry about it, I can just take the couch.” It had been a while since you two had a conversation face to face and all alone.

“Oh, shut it. Here, you can have the bed and I’ll take the couch, you are my guest after all.” You sighed, knowing there was no way of fighting this argument but you still tried. You didn’t want her to sleep on the couch with those painful edges that you had bruised yourself on many times before.

“You’re not taking the couch, I am. There, it’s settled.” You both shared a look at the couch and back at one another, both being able to sense what was about to happen. You two ran as quickly as possible, trying to beat the other onto the furniture. You had landed first, but you both tackled over the spot.

“Stop, stop!” You yelled out as her long fingers tickled your skin and caused laughs to pour out of you.

“Accept your defeat and I’ll stop.” There were so many giggles from the both of you and, for a small minute, it was like everything in your past had disappeared, you were just in this moment.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Her legs that were around your waist loosened and her hands finally retreated back, she placed them right next to your head on the sofa. They were trapping you in from both sides, and you couldn’t deny the way it still left you as breathless as it did many years ago.

Time seemed to have stopped as you both stared into one another's eyes, her emerald ones looking identical to your children. You seemed to have realized the position you two were in and nervously chuckled, trying to stand but she wouldn’t let you.

“Nat, we should probably get to bed.” She licked her slightly dry lips and nodded, still refusing to move herself from you. She wasn’t looking at you but instead had her gaze lowered, it hurt to see how affected she was by you.

“Nat-”

“Please. Please don’t leave me tonight.” You looked at her with confusion, furrowing your brows and silently pleading her to continue.

“I haven’t been sleeping well, Y/N, I haven’t been for the past year. I miss having you by my side, no other girl could ever replace your warmth.” The mention of other girls lying in her bed, the same one you two had shared the most intimate and sweetest moments in, made your stomach drop.

“I-I get if you think it’s weird since we’re, you know.” You noticed the way she refused to admit what it truly was, that you two were divorced, separated. No longer a pair. “But, I think you know I’m secretly a better cuddler than your boyfriend.” Your eyes widened at her words, she seemed to have picked that up.

“The kids mentioned him. I promise I wasn’t, like, stalking you or anything.” You chuckled dryly and she joined you. You could sense the small tension that was still there, it never truly left you both. It would haunt you in the nights, as it did with her. There had been so many times where you had almost called your boyfriend Natty, your favorite nickname that only you were ever allowed to call her. The thought that someone else might take that spot, might be able to share those sweet moments like you two had shattered your heart completely. Neither of you ever fell out of love with one another, and you both knew that too. But it wasn’t working. She was barely home, and when she was she was working. During your family movie nights, she would have paperwork in one hand and a pen in the other. The work had putten stress on her, stress that she didn’t know how to handle. So, she had taken it out on you, something she would forever regret. The arguments were taking a toll on the kids, and that’s when you knew it was too much. After that, it took you less than a month to get the divorce papers. You tried just getting it over with and freeing your kids from the pain of seeing their mom’s like this, but you didn’t want to accept the fact that it would be over. And she didn’t either.

She hadn’t taken the news well when you told her. She cried, dropping to her knees in front of you and holding onto your legs to not let you get away. You had Alex and Lena stay at your parent's house, you didn’t want them to see you two like this.

It wasn’t the same since then. You’d often get the urge to text her throughout the day, only to remember she was no longer yours.

“It’s okay, I guess we can share the bed for the night then.” She smiled, quickly trying to hide it as not to scare you away. There was a hair strand covering her cheek, your hand instinctively reached out to pull it back, letting your hand linger on the side of her face. She leaned into your touch, wishing this moment could last forever. But it didn’t, and you removed your hand just like you did earlier in the day.

“Uh, let’s go then.” You said with a tight-lipped smile and she sighed, knowing the small moment was done for.

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s go.” It was awkward lying next to each other. You both wanted to hold one another like before, although neither of you made the move. You both lied there, staring at the ceiling before finally falling into a deep sleep.

That morning you were lucky to be greeted with the sight of the sun blaring through the curtains. You turned, stretching and being surprised to see Nat next to you, that was until memories of last night flooded your mind. Her arm was draped around your waist and you wished it could be this way again, and not just for the weekend.

“Mm, good morning, angel.” She hadn’t seemed to notice her slip up and you didn’t correct her on it either.

“Morning, Natty. How’d you sleep?” The refresher of the nickname felt so relieving to finally get out.

“Better than I have in so long.” She chuckled, trying her best to capture this moment before it would get ripped away from her once again.

Your faces were so close, you nearly could’ve kissed. But then there was a sudden burst of the door opening and your two kids running in quickly to jump on the bed. Lena cuddled in between the two of you while Alex immediately went into your arms.

“Happy Father’s Day, Momma!!” They both yelled at once. You’d never get sick of how they interacted, it was the sweetest thing.

“Thank you, kiddos! Now, how about we all go make some pancakes together, hm?” She was as much of a child as they were, picking one up to rest on her waist and the other receiving a piggyback ride.

You started getting ready in the bathroom and looked back at the bed where your ex had just rested. It reminded you of the years before when you’d wait for her to wake up since she slept in so late. When she’d never want to leave the comfort of her bed unless you left as well, or if you were about to get into the shower. When her smile was the first thing that greeted you in the morning. And that smile of hers always got you, it continued to make you melt every day.

Your sniffles were unheard by anyone, you were left all alone. You knew that you needed to hurry or your kids would come to get you and see you like this. Or maybe even Nat. You wondered what she’d do if you told her the truth, that you never wanted to leave her, that you would still love her no matter what. That you felt like a coward leaving her instead of trying to fix it. That you missed her, the old her. The one so deeply in love with you that nothing ever made you think otherwise. If she saw you, and you told her everything cascading through your mind, would she be mad? Sad? Would she feel guilt or remorse? You didn’t want to ruin her day, but you feared that if you didn't tell her, it would haunt you for the rest of the time.

“Y/N? Y/N, you in here-“ She stopped in her tracks when seeing your tinted cheeks and the sad look she knew all too well.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She walked closer, hesitating to take your face in her hands in case you were sensitive or frightened, she had learned over the years how to do that for you.

“Nothing. Nothings wrong. Now, why don’t we have some pancakes, I bet you and the kids made some delicious ones like always.” You tried to walk past her with a false grin on your face, but she stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s bothering you.” She was persistent, she always was.

“I told you, it’s nothing-“

“Bullshit, Y/N, I know when something is bothering you, we were married for fuck sake.”

“That’s the point.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your statement, it was a silent urge for you to speak again.

“Do you think I wanted to come here? Do you think I wanted to sleep in the same bed with you after everything?” Your voice wavered while you tried to hide the depths of your emotions.

“What do you…what do you mean? I thought you were okay with this, I thought you agreed to sleeping in the same bed as me.” She backed up, hands being held at her sides defensively as she looked at the ground.

“You needed me to, you couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d help and maybe that was a fucking mistake! I-“ You cut yourself off, trying your best to hold back the tears already arising at the surface. “I can’t do this with you, I can’t.”

“No, no, no, you don’t get to just walk out on me again, not when the kids are right outside.”

“Walk out? I walked out on you? You walked out of this marriage way before I decided to end it.” She was near shouting, only to remember how small of a distance there was between you both and the children.

“Look, I never walked out of our marriage-“

“Oh, really?”

“Let me finish my fucking sentence, Y/N!” She started, anger looming in her voice. “I never left you, and I never wanted to lose you either. You left, not me. You signed the paper, I didn’t want to. You were the one who took the kids and left your wife, the love of your goddamn life.” You couldn’t believe her, even after all this time she didn’t realize what she had done. She didn’t realize the reason you were forced to leave her.

“You think I wanted to leave you? You really think I just, fell out of love with you or something?”

“Then what was it, Y/N? Truly, I want to know what I did so wrong.”

“You left me, maybe not physically but mentally you did. Work was your new love, not me, not your kids. The breakfasts that were spent with your arms around me while I cooked turned into the kids wondering why momma forgot to give them their kiss goodbye. Picking up the kids from school with you turned into them wondering where momma was. Even the teachers questioned where you were when you didn’t show up for parent-teacher conferences. Dinners were spent without you and if you were there you had your work in your hands. One mission led to several, and days turned into months. I was tired, Nat, so tired. I knew you loved me, and I know you still do. I will always know your love, but I’ll still always know that you’d choose your work life over me. Do you even understand how hard it is to explain to your children that momma wasn’t there? That you didn’t know if she’d even make it back? They looked up to you, but you weren’t there! And I guess being back on that bed, seeing you there, just brought back everything I’ve been fighting so hard to get over. I never stopped loving you, Nat, but I stopped loving what you did to me, to us. To our family.” Nat looked at you with something you’d never seen before. After more than ten years of being together and six and a half years of being married, you still have never seen her look at you the way she did now. It broke your heart knowing you had hurt her, but a part of you wanted her to feel the same pain she caused you.

“I’m sorry..” Before you could say anything else you felt yourself being pushed against a wall, lips being placed against yours. You melted into her, your hands holding onto her hair for dear life.

“I love you, baby, I love you so much.” She mumbled against your mouth, her tears landing on your cheeks as well as hers.

“I know you do-“

“No, my love, I love you, you hear me? I love you more than anyone, I’ve never felt this type of love before I had you, and I wanted to hate you for ruining that but- but I couldn’t. I could never hate you, and that’s the part that I hate. So, please, please just be with me right now.” It was more of a question than a statement. You didn’t want to say no, so you didn’t.

“I’ve got you, Natty. I’m right here, you feel this?” You grabbed her hand and placed it against your chest, your heartbeat being just noticeable by her. She nodded, her forehead gently hitting yours with every movement she made.

“That right there, that’s my heartbeat. My heart beats for you, sweetheart. It beats for you, and it beats for our family.” She grinned happily, rejoining your lips together in a hungry kiss. You were desperate to have each other, to just feel one another. Her hands wandered your body and landed on the back of your upper thighs, lifting you up into her hold and sitting you down on the counter. Some of the clutter fell to the ground when coming in contact with your body.

“You feel so good in my arms again, my darling girl.” Her lips slammed against your neck, her heart and soul wanting to leave marks, any symbol to show you were still hers, that all that grievance wasn’t real, that it was just a nightmare. But her mind knew she couldn’t. The kids could see, or better yet, your boyfriend could see. Your boyfriend. Alex and Lena’s stepfather. No. No, she was their mother, their father. Not him. You were her wife, not his. What if he was to take her place? What if he was to put a ring on your finger and replace the one that you still had a hard time taking off? She had never taken off the one you had given to her, she refused to.

“Mommy? Momma? The pancakes are all decorated, just like you said.” Alex said through the door, his little hands knocking so gently you almost didn’t hear it. You both retracted from one another unwillingly and you sighed, realizing that this moment was ruined and, as much as you loved your children to death, you really wish they had slept in this morning.

“Come on, the kids are waiting.” You tried to stand, but once again, she stopped you.

“Nat-“

“Wait. Just, wait.” She pressed her forehead against yours and fluttered her eyes shut. “Please don’t tell me this is over. Please don’t tell me I won’t get this with you again.” Her lip quivered and she bit it to hide her sadness from you.

“This isn’t over, baby, we’re not over, okay? Later tonight, once the kids have gone to bed, we’ll talk more. But for now, we need to be there for our children. You need to.” She nodded with a tight-lipped smile, kissing you once more before opening the door to a waiting Alex.

“What are you doing in here, Momma?” He could see you, and while he still didn’t understand most adult things at his young age, you could almost feel his judgemental gaze.

“Oh- well, me and mommy were just playing a game of hide and seek while you guys made our surprise. And, well, you know how bad of a hider momma is.” He gasped, looking at his mommies with a hint of betrayal.

“You played hide and seek without me? But, momma, I thought we always played hide and seek together.”

“Well,” You could see her struggling with an excuse to make, but she always knew what to say to him. “Me and Mommy wanted to let you guys finish before we invited you to play with us. We thought we’d get some good practice at hiding since you’re such a good seeker, aren’t you, little guy?” She booped his nose and he giggled, pulling her with him to the kitchen where the food awaited you both. You followed her after taking a quick moment to look at yourself in the mirror, a saddened grin breaking over your face when you took in the whole situation. You had a boyfriend, a lover, but Nat was still yours. While she may be your ex-wife, she was still your wife. She still was the only carrier of your heart. Your family, you and Nat’s family, was the only keeper of your broken little heart.

“Mommy, I wanna stay longer.” Your daughter pouted, the clock reading late into the evening and nearing the time you were planned to leave.

“Yeah, why can’t we stay one more night?” Her twin added on, giving you those puppy eyes you couldn’t ignore, and neither could Nat.

“Yeah, Mommy,” Nat teased, mocking her kids' words. “Why can’t my three babies stay a little longer, hm?” You didn’t miss the obvious gesture towards you and you didn’t complain about it either.

“Alright then, I guess since you kiddos don’t have school tomorrow we can stay another day. But just one more night.” They all cheered in excitement, nodding along to the compromise that you knew would be hard to keep. Your kids rushed to the living room, trying their best to figure out the remote for movie night. You and Nat were left in the kitchen alone. She stepped closer to you, brushing her fingertips against your arm and holding the sleeve of your sweater.

“So, one more night I get to spend with you, huh?” You grinned to yourself at her words, nodding and copying the move she had done to you by running your hand up and down her arm. You stopped at her hand, interlacing your fingers with hers and holding them up together. Her face was nearly touching yours with how close you became, you could practically feel her breath hitting your own.

“Kiss me, baby.” And she did. She moved her lips on yours like a starved woman, hungry for the attention of you. Neither of you cared to pay much attention to your kids bickering playfully in the other room, you were too engrossed with one another to notice anything else around you.

“Mm, what about them?”

“They’re stuck on the tv, they won’t notice us.” You giggled as her nose tickled against your neck while her mouth left marks of her love.

“No marks, Natty…Richard will see.” She paused in her steps, shocking you into a gasp when you felt her teeth sinking into your neck this time.

“N-Nat, let’s do this when the kids aren’t around.”

“You’ve already made me wait so long, I just want to feel you again.” You brushed the messy hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks and she leaned into it.

“Trust me, once we put those little ones to bed, I’ll let you touch me however you want.” You said. “Remember all those nights before we had the kids, and even after we had them, where it was all just so perfect? It was raw, meaningful, and so unbelievably hot. Our sweaty bodies just rocking against each other, desperate for anything we could get our hands on because we were just so deeply infatuated with one another. All those moments are what have kept me up at night for the past year, I’ve just been so needy to have you.” Shivers traveled down her spine as she pictured it with you. It was true, you two shared some of the best sex known to mankind. Even your friends were jealous of your love and intimacy with Nat when their partners barely acknowledged them.

“Fine, I’ll wait. But know this, the second I get you on my bed, sprawled out and ready just for me, I’m not gonna stop ‘till you’re begging me to. And I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember your own damn name.” You bit your lip in excitement, your hips slightly grinding into nothing. She noticed with a sly smirk, departing from you and entering the living room while her eyes were stuck on where you had just been, she thanked all Gods that the wall was there to cover your moment from the kids.

The time had finally come when your kids were knocked out in their beds after your bedtime stories. They were tired after all of their running throughout the day and you both knew there was no waking them from their slumber.

The second you closed the door behind you, you were being dragged into Nat’s room, the one you used to share with her for many years, and being pushed onto the bed. Nat was moving faster than the speed of light as she removed her shirt along with yours, noticing with hungry eyes how you lacked a bra.

“Baby, baby, just relax, we have all the time in the world.” She took a deep breath and agreed with you, dragging her hands down to your breasts that had been calling her name. She grasped them in her hands as if there were stress balls and ran her thumbs over your hardened nipples. You hummed in delight as she continued, now straddling your lap while ducking her head to your chest. One hand continued her actions while the other was taken into her mouth. You ran your fingertips through her hair and pulled gently, eliciting a soft moan from her cherry-red lips.

“I missed you so much, sweetheart.” You didn’t know whether she was referring to you or to your breasts, but you smiled anyways.

“Show me how much you missed me then, Natty.” You pulled her face closer to yours, your eyes seemingly stuck in the endless loop of falling in line with her own. But her eyes were just so enchanting, so beautiful. You could stare at them for hours on end and never get bored.

She leaned in for a searing kiss and it felt as though the world stopped spinning. Everything came swarming back like a bee hive. All the memories, good and bad. All the kisses, sensual and sweet. And all the touches, hot and sweet.

Nat could feel the way you softened in her hold and sat back upright, examining your face and nearly copying your saddened expression.

“Oh, love, please don’t cry.” It only caused you to do so even more. You had been trying to hold back your emotions this whole stay, but just like Nat had said long ago during one of her fits that she took out on you, you were too emotional.

“I’m sorry, I-I just, I don’t even know.” You let out a fake chuckle to lighten the mood, but Nat didn’t return it.

“It’s okay, we can just lie here or talk, we don’t need to have sex.” You quickly tried to explain yourself before she got off of you, you really didn’t intend to ruin the moment.

“No, no, I want to. I do. I guess just being with you and kissing you again just makes me miss you even more.” She gave you a small grin full of pity and understanding. But you didn’t want her pity, you just wanted your Natty.

“You don’t need to miss me anymore, I’m right here. And I’m not going to risk losing you again.”

“You promise?” She stuck her pinky in the air, pointing it your way. It was a sweet memory you both shared. When you were children you had met under the circumstances of your parents being new friends after she moved into town. Anytime you asked her to promise you something she had held her pinky high and not once did she break her promise.

When she was taken away, she made a pinky promise to herself to find you again. And when she did, she promised you to never lose you again. But that was the only one she had broken, but she intended to fix it. She was going to make you hers again, and she’d do anything to achieve that.

“I promise.” You moved your mouths together once again, her tongue occasionally poking your lips until you gave her access. Her hands explored your body as if she’d never seen it before.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” While you loved her pet names more than anything, the compliment felt more sincere when being followed by your name.

Your hands copied hers but on her body, traveling to her stomach where you felt her abs nearly pulsing. She clenched the muscle and caused you to laugh into the kiss. She smiled against you and brought her mouth to your neck, continuing her earlier abuse of the skin, this time the hunger was replaced with care. She didn’t just want you, she needed you.

When you let out a small whimper as her teeth brushed over the bruised skin she smirked, “You like when I do that?” You nodded in response.

“No, no, tell me. I wanna hear that sweet voice I love so dearly.” You bit your lip as she did it once more, teasing you further.

“I love it so much, daddy.” She groaned at the title, bucking her hips into nothing.

“You’re so addicting, love.” Her face had traveled down to your chest, kissing the skin with adoration and affection that was only ever masked as love. She kissed her way down to your stomach, letting her lips linger for a second too long on your stretch marks. They were the marks of your children, her children.

She took notice of the way you tried to hide in embarrassment, thinking she didn’t like the way you looked anymore. After all, it had been a while since she’d seen you like this.

“Don’t shy away from me, my love, you’re breathtaking. And so, so gorgeous. These marks adorning your skin only makes me love you even more. It shows your bravery, and your pain. It’s a symbol of our love, and of our beautiful babies.” She kissed each one and you nearly broke at her softness. While you two often shared hot, steamy sex that left you both breathless, the soft nature of her made you crumble in the best ways possible.

She had made her way to your waist after climbing off on you and resting her body in between your legs that she got permission to spread. She stared at your wet cunt, licking her lips and smelling your sweet nectar.

“Oh, how I missed this pussy.” Her tongue licked a stripe up your cunt, letting out an enthusiastic moan as your juices entered her tastebuds.

You threw your head back as she sucked your clit for dear life, her eyes fluttering shut as she became engrossed in you.

“You like how that feels, hm? You like how daddy’s mouth feels?”

“Daddy, you eat me so well. God, I- I need it!” She leaned back, your whines filling the room from the loss of her warmth.

“You need to tell daddy what you want, how else will she know?” You tried pulling her head back in place, but she didn’t budge.

“Ah, ah, ah, you know what to do.”

“I need you, Natty. I need your mouth, I need your cock, I need your fingers, I just need you. I don’t want anyone but you, you’re all I think about.” She smiled at that, replacing her tongue with her fingers like you asked. Your clit was rubbed in small circles and your hips bucked up, only to be held back down by Nat’s strong hold.

“You think about me, baby?” You nodded and she leaned over your shaking body.

“What do you think about?…” It was an open question that she couldn’t help but mumble out. The big, Black Widow was shy above you.

“You. Whenever Richard would fuck me, fill me up, and have me bent over, all I thought about was you. I’d- I’d think about your cock, how he was nothing compared to you. He never- ah! He never made me cum the way you do. He’s never made me squirt. He’s never hit my g-spot. And he never pleased me the way you always did.” You paused, your nails scratching her back red as her fingers eased into your hole.

“When I touch myself, you immediately come to mind. When I’d- oh shit! Yes! Right there, daddy!” She fucked you deep with two fingers, curling them to hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“C'mon, be a good girl and tell me everything in that pretty little head of yours.”

“When I fucked myself, it would never be enough. I’d use my fingers, toys, the- the pillows, I did everything, but it wasn’t enough. I haven’t had an orgasm since we broke apart.” This made her stop in her tracks. The realization hit her, she really was the best you ever had.

“You didn’t- you didn’t have an orgasm until me?” You shook your head in embarrassment and fear. You didn’t know what you feared, but you worried she’d leave you after hearing the information.

“Please, I need to cum so badly. It’s been so long.” Her fingers continued after her sudden stop, immediately picking up a quick and sensual pace.

“I want you to cum all over me, Y/N. And then, I wanna fuck you hard with my cock.” Your orgasm came crashing over you, your nails still left on her back digging into her skin and causing small amounts of blood to leak from her.

“Yes! Don’t stop, daddy, don’t fucking stop!” Your moans and pleas only turned her on further and caused wetness to paint her cunt.

“God, you have no idea the effect you have on me.” She whimpered. She let you ride out your release, slowing down her rough speed and watching your blissed-out face. She moved her face down to your cunt, licking up the juices that coated your thighs before pulling out completely. You mewled, the noise soon being muted by her fingers in your mouth. She made you suck off the sweet taste of your cum.

“Where are you going?” You asked when she stood up, walking towards the closet and soon returning with the toy in her hand. Your question had been answered when seeing it. The strap-on she held was your favorite, it never failed to have you screaming by the time she was done. It was long, at least six inches, and had the perfect amount of girth to fill you to the brim and have you begging for more.

“Like what you see?” She teased, only receiving a nod from your end as you were still too spaced out to speak. She harnessed the toy around her waist and sat back on the bed in front of you.

“You gonna fuck me now, daddy?” She groaned in pleasure and held you down, both hands wrapping around your biceps to keep you still.

“You tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

“I will.” One of her hands went to wrap around her length, guiding herself in your tight hole before returning to its spot on your arm. She clenched her teeth together when the strap rubbed against her clit ever so gently. You tightened your fists together as she bottomed out inside of you, pausing to let you adjust before you gave her the okay to continue.

“You’re so fucking tight- fuck! You think your little boyfriend can fuck you like this? Can that pathetic bitch make you cum like I do?” She already knew the answer; no. You had already confessed the embarrassing truth, but she still wanted to use it against you.

“No one can make me feel as good as you do, Nat.” She moved her hips faster, the sound of skin hitting against each other filling the room. You followed her rhythm, sloppily trying to match her pace as to fuck yourself on her cock.

She grabbed your phone from the bedside table, already knowing the password that was her birthday. She opened the camera app and pressed record, showing off your fucked-out face, your mouth wide and your eyes shut. Moans and whimpers escaped you repeatedly, your body bouncing up and down on the bed as the headboard hit the wall over and over. You prayed it wouldn’t wake your kids.

“Look at the camera, baby.” You did as she said, taking the thumb she rested on your lower lip into your mouth and sucking like you had earlier.

“You wanna put on a little show, hm? Wanna show the camera just how much of a dirty slut you really are for me?” You nodded, unable to speak until she ripped her thumb from your lips.

“Answer me, whore.”

“Yes! I’ll do anything you want daddy.” You were cut off by a moan, feeling her tip poking at that spongey spot deep inside of you.

“Shit! I’m your little slut, daddy, only yours!” Your hands grasped the sheets tightly, nearly ripping the soft cotton material in half.

“Mhm, and how do you think your boyfriends gonna react when knowing you’re mine?”

“I don’t care- ah! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum again, Natty?” She gripped your chin in her free hands, squeezing your mouth open and spitting on your tongue. You swallowed it without a complaint, the action making a smirk cover Nat’s face. She took her palm that had just been resting on your face and slapped your cheek, hard. You bit your lip to hide your moans, too ashamed to show how badly that turned you on.

“Oh? You like when daddy slaps you, little girl?” Both of you had forgotten about the camera filming your every move.

“Mhm, love it so much.” Your stomach was tightening with how badly you needed to finish, but she kept you on edge.

“Please, I’ve been so good for you. Please, please let me cum.” You weakly murmured, only to receive another slap on the same spot.

“Is that how you ask for things? Oh, love, you need to beg better than that.”

“God, please! Please, I’ll do anything, anything you ask of me. Just wan’ you to fill me up, turn me into your breeding bitch and make me a mommy again.” You lost all composure, only being focused on the orgasm waiting for you. You knew how much she loved to hear those words, so you used it to your advantage.

“Yeah? You wanna be daddy’s cum slut? I’ll fill you up with so much fucking cum, you’ll be dripping for me.” The strap was filled with artificial cum, making it possible to fulfill both of your fantasies.

“You want me to put another baby in this precious stomach? You’ll be so beautiful all round and full of me.” You felt like you were holding your breath with how long you were waiting for her permission, but that was her whole point.

“Cum with me, pretty girl. Make daddy proud and fucking cum.” You threw your head back in pleasure and succumbed to the feeling of release. It felt so good, so fucking good. You could feel her cum shooting deep inside of you, it only turned you on further. You could hear a small gasp but you were too far gone to care. You were seeing stars, it was all too euphoric to be able to take in.

“Holy fuck, baby.” You had begun to regain yourself at this point and looked up at Nat with worry.

“What? What’s wrong?” She was staring down at your conjoined bodies, completely mesmerized.

“I just made you squirt.” Even in the long ten years of being together, she had never done so. You don’t think you had ever even done so in your entire life, until now.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry-” You rushed out but she was quick to ease your worries away with a gentle hand leading you back down.

“Don’t you dare apologize for this. I’ve never been happier.” You chuckled and she tossed the phone somewhere on the bed, already ending the recording moments before. She was planning to send it to your boyfriend, Richard, but she knew she needed your permission first.

“Thank you for that, Natty.”

“No, thank you.”

Nearly half an hour later and you two were finally laying in bed after a soft moment of care was shared between you.

“So, are we going to talk about this or what?” Nat sighed, turning to sit on her side, her arm holding her head up.

“Yeah, let’s talk.” And while you hoped it was true at the time, that weekend saved your already-ended marriage. You left your boyfriend soon after with an apology that didn’t matter to him, you still cheated and would always be a cheater in his eyes, but you didn’t blame him for that one.

Your kids were more than happy when you told them the news. No longer would they have to spend weekends with one and weekdays with the other, you were a true family again. Nat finally retired with a promise to be a better mother and a better wife. She felt like she was able to come to you for anything just like you hoped she would. You both attended couples counseling every two weeks and while it wasn’t always easy, you would never make the mistake of letting go of each other again. But really, if you hadn’t divorced, and if you hadn’t spent the weekend with her, you don’t know if you’d be able to fix what was already broken. So, you had the break up to thank. Some thought you were crazy for saying so, but it really did bring you two closer than ever before.

But as pinky-promised, you two would love each other till the end of time. And as she had pinky-promised to herself many years ago, she would always find you in the end. But this time, she didn’t just find you, she found herself, her true self. And nearly four years later, you were able to remarry the woman you spent your entire life loving. And you weren’t going to stop loving her anytime soon.

[soscarlett1twas]

(tw/cw: this is dark and discusses things such as suicide, blood, abuse, etc. they’re mostly brief but still be mindful.)

mythic!twin who was not born a supernatural being.

mythic!twin who was born minutes after a baby identical to himself and whom he spent his early life attached to the hip of.

mythic!twin who shared a unique language with his twin similar to how they shared a womb. incomprehensible to anyone else, it was their secret. it would not be their only shared vice.

mythic!twin who slowly began to be discarded in favor of his brother, who slunk to the shadows not because he wanted to, but because he was suddenly the moon to his twins sun, a rock only permitted to shine under the other’s glow.

mythic!twin who began to resent him.

mythic!twin who no, didn’t resent his brother. he was jealous, sure. who he truly hated was their parents. their false piety. their teachings.

mythic!twin who sat in his sunday best, trying his best to block out the preacher. it were the small justices he searched for. his eyes always landed on his brother.

mythic!twin who was shoved to the back of photos and watched his brother take centerstage, forced there by their parents bragging. he was a treasure. what could his mirror hold to that?

mythic!twin who is approached by a boy nearly every mass. they’re of similar age, they talk. turns out they attend the same school as well. they become friends.

mythic!twin who fears they’re also becoming something more.

mythic!twin who realizes the way they act around eachother it’s not normal. but they adore it. they adore each other.

mythic!twin who can turn to no one about this but his brother. he has no response, just shell shock. he’s uncomfortable, but it has to be done. they talk it out. neither reaches a conclusion.

mythic!twin who does, mentally, and knows his twin did to. they just can’t say it aloud.

mythic!twin who passes through life with this creeping knowledge of himself. but that self hatred took root from his parents and their vitriol, so how true can it really be?

mythic!twin who accepts himself slowly. slowly and painfully. but it is a piece of himself he fosters and cares for, because he knows no one else will do it for him. not his parents, who would kill him if they found out. so he does it instead.

mythic!twin who takes the chance and kisses the boy. he kisses back.

mythic!twin who never officially dates the boy, but it’s them. it’s them against whatever invisible force there is in the world which hates them. neither realize it’s still themselves.

mythic!twin who is happy. and he shares it with his brother. they laugh. they reconnect, which has been rare since he moved schools to persue his academics. but it’s still them.

mythic!twin who doesn’t see the fall coming.

mythic!twin who is only there to expirence the avalanche.

mythic!twin who gets a call from his ‘friends’ mom about what happened.

about the suicide.

mythic!twin who collapses in on himself. how couldn’t he have seen it coming? was it his fault? was it because he was too scared to save him? was it because he was so lackadaisical in his relationship that he couldn’t see the signs?

mythic!twin who gets his answer that sunday, when the preacher man stands in front of his crowd and disgraces the boy for his sin. for his homosexuality.

mythic!twin who hates everything. himself. his brother. his parents. the church. everything but the boys grave, which he sneaks out to see.

mythic!twin who finishes his highschool education in a fog. he can’t wait to get out of there.

mythic!twin who leaves and has no intention to look back.

mythic!twin who goes kind of crazy in uni.

mythic!twin who does whatever the fuck he wants. he did so before, but this was far more restrained. he’s having the time of his life, still carved out from grief, but growing a life around it.

mythic!twin who had a roommate, a man named helios. they do not get along.

mythic!twin who only goes back for the holidays, partly because he has to.

mythic!twin who only sees murderers when he stumbled through those halls, purposely either drunk or avoiding his brother. often both.

mythic!twin who returns and crashes in his dorm. who spends some time with helios, learning he’s actually a pretty chill guy. they start to get along.

mythic!twin who is actually healing. he’s mellowed out. he’s working on his degree.

mythic!twin who gets a text from his brother asking to talk, saying that he tried over the holidays but couldn’t seem to get to him.

mythic!twin who agrees, because honestly yeah he misses his brother. they use to be best friends. how bad could a talk really be?

mythic!twin who goes out to a cafe with his twin. his brother is fidgeting and nervous, he tells him out with it.

mythic!twin who is told his brother is dating a man.

mythic!twin who watches his twin gush about it. how amazing it is.

mythic!twin whose heartbeat is rapid and the only thing he can hear. who is about to have a panic attack. who tells his brother how happy he is for him before telling him he has to go.

mythic!twin who is upset beyond words or meaning. who is pissed. who is sad. who is scared.

mythic!twin who is above all, what he always is of andrew: jealous.

mythic!twin who can’t stand him anyone. can’t stand himself. back is the self-hatred spiral and memories of a boy he once loved, unreachable.

mythic!twin who returns to the less healthy of coping mechanisms.

mythic!twin who finds himself stumbling drunk, helios holding him up.

mythic!twin who collapses close to water, mumbling out his prayers, uncaring that helios hears it and is trying to help him back.

mythic!twin who wishes a heaven exists just for his first love to live happy. who wishes for a hell to house everyone who killed him.

mythic!twin who confesses since, he’s always been scared of loving someone more than he’d be hated for it.

mythic!twin who is so fucking envious of his brother. who hates him and loves him, who could not be more different yet always end up with the same sins, but yet again, diverging outcomes.

mythic!twin who whispers these retributions to the water of the thames, which was deceptively clean in the moonlight.

mythic!twin who does not even realize when he drunkenly falls in.

mythic!twin who does not realize he’s falling.

mythic!twin who watches a large, scaly creature swarm around him, ensnaring him in a whirlpool of its own tail.

mythic!twin who does not realize when he becomes a supernatural being, only that something fundamental has changed about him.

mythic!twin who awakes in the dorm room, unclear on if what happened was a dream or not. and helios seems unsure too.

mythic!twin who tries to readjust to life after… whatever that was.

mythic!twin who is told by his roommate, his friend, that he is moving back to america. he is welcome to join him.

mythic!twin who gives no real answer.

mythic!twin who is left to his own devices when yet again, someone leaves him.

mythic!twin who begins reeling. it starts small. the feeling of slithering on his back, feeling strangely in tune with the water and, perhaps most alarmingly, in tune with people’s jealousy’s.

mythic!twin who feels his own compounding his skull constantly.

mythic!twin who is terrified.

mythic!twin who just wants comfort. and not even his own self can feed it anymore.

mythic!twin who's so desperate for love, for someone, he begins a whirlwind affair with the first man who gives him the attention he wants.

mythic!twin who knows not all love is good. but he doesn’t know what he is.

mythic!twin who also doesn’t know the trimedian exists.

mythic!twin who is take by his affair, stolen off to america to be put through the circuit of underground supernatural dealings.

mythic!twin who had no clue what he even is and is still being punished for it.

mythic!twin who’s world has been yet again turned upside down by everything revealed to him. but he’s not even given the time to consider it for himself, as he’s quickly bartered off to a man. no, not a man. a gang.

mythic!twin who is quickly thrown into californian power schemes as he becomes a pawn for the penance, who plan on using ‘his kind’ for an upcoming gang war.

mythic!twin who has no god damn clue what this means but wants to get out of there. aimless for so long, now he had a lust. a craven need. one for escape.

mythic!twin who is not unfamiliar to this need.

mythic!twin who is beaten and drugged by brutes, trying to edge the monster out of him.

mythic!twin who feels something growing inside of himself. something deeply reminiscent of the beast in the water. but he has the wits about him to not give them the satisfaction.

mythic!twin who can barely hold onto those wits any longer.

mythic!twin who is beaten. and bloody. and dissociative. and drugged. and berated. and abused.

mythic!twin who is gone. he had never had much of a life. it wouldn’t be the first time he thought of, or even attempted, suicide.

mythic!twin who had no other thoughts. just that. and, of course, the growing feeling inside of him. the snake-like one. the one which held him in the thames that night.

mythic!twin who one day sees an exit.

mythic!twin who runs.

mythic!twin who's so drugged out and panicked he accidently kills the only man standing in his way. a man who tries to claim he isn't apart of the penance, that he can get him out, but it's too late.

mythic!twin who mauls the man badly but manages to escape. thankfully the compound is near a body of water. he bounds towards it but the man, holding onto his last breath, tries to tell him something.

mythic!twin who only hears his name was vic before dragging him down into the water with him, his terf, finishing him off.

mythic!twin who is not him in these moments, but something monstrous. what the penance wanted him to become. what his parents always knew he was.

mythic!twin who watches the diffusing blood cloud around the body as it drifts ashore.

mythic!twin who, instead, swims down low, in a body not quite his own.

mythic!twin who rests in the water.

mythic!twin who never wants to leave his domain. his home.

mythic!twin who tries to accept death.

mythic!twin who finally has control of everything around him, of himself. mostly. but still cannot have the last thing he wants - rest. death.

mythic!twin who finally lets himself wash up on a river bank, falling asleep under the sun, a person once more.

mythic!twin who awakes in a bed. there are no harsh florescent lights. just thick blinds and doctors equipment around him. he cannot be back with the gang. this is too nice for him. he'd already would've been killed for an escape attempt.

mythic!twin who lays until someone returns, dressed in a lab coat. they turn to get someone else, someone he hadn't known for a long time.

mythic!twin who watches helios step through that door. they watch eachother for a moment before helios approaches him. he explains. what he is, what this is, what the 'underground ravens' are. what the penance are.

mythic!twin who listens, confused.

mythic!twin who is presented with a choice. for the first time in his life. he has a choice.

the ravens or freedom?

mythic!twin who is scared. who is lonely. who is fucking terrified. who is in no room to make a rational decision. so helios lets him wait.

mythic!twin who waits for weeks, rehabilitating with the doctor whom he comes to learn is apart of the ravens. he meets others, friends of helios. it's still a gang. but it isn't a penance-type gang. it's a something smaller. less cruel.

mythic!twin who chooses to stay with the ravens, on condition he is to work as a doctor as well to help people like him (whatever that means.) helios smiles. he wouldn't want it any other way.

mythic!twin who clasps hands with helios and embraces him, a brother in arms.

he watches the slight movements of his patient from across the room, it is not often he is able to aid those who were stuck in the same ring as him, but when it does happen, he is able to offer the unique comfort of shared experience.

when he has free time, he spends it with helios or the other higher-ups. the underground ravens were tight-knit, friends before their guns. or his abilities.

he also spends it in london. helios criticizes him for it sometimes, but he doesn't know. not yet. he'll tell him eventually.

"just, stay safe, darius."

"i will."

and the line goes dead, and he looks up. it was not planned, but he watches the nasty thames water lap below him. nightfall did wonders to hide its filth, but he could sense the impurity like a buzz or sour taste.

what he could not sense was the man a few yards from him, but that was planned.

he stood with a person at his side, their silhouette barely visible.

he wouldn't mind a reunion with them present, but he has little interest in it now. the man hadn't even spotted him. he'd like to keep it that way.

he had thought he needed this conversation, but he found the emptiness of it, the questions of what would happen, kept him biting at the dream more than it's realization.

so he turned back to the water and dived in.

he was not human when he fully submerged, serpentine in body and soul. he was not a brother, a lover, a fool. he was Leviathan. and Leviathan was he.

[darkpetal16]

Hi! I saw you did some headcanons for characters of your games and I was wondering if you could do some for mafiafell papyrus? Maybe about how he treats his love interests or just his character as you see him.If it is not a bother, of course.

Sure!

He doesn’t like to be coddled. Nothing aggravates him faster than his brothers babying him, or someone trying to “protect” him. He’s a grown monster who is fully capable of making his own decisions, do not treat him like a damn child. This goes double for anyone trying to court him / vice versa. It’s downright disrespectful in his eyes.

He’s a firm believer in respecting someone’s choices even if he doesn’t agree with them. Your choice, your consequences / rewards. Of course if the consequences are life-threatening then he’ll step in, but otherwise he’ll be happy to support your decision. He figures that every adult has the right to make and learn from their mistakes.

He’s polite. He strives to maintain a level of decorum and manners similar to his eldest brother. When he’s new to a relationship, this is taken up a couple (several) degrees because he wants to be impressive.

He gets all of his romance knowledge from books and movies, so he’ll do big grand gestures of romance (hire a private quartet to sing to you on your birthday, rent out the most expensive box office at the operas, whisk you away for a sudden vacation somewhere private, etc). If it gets to be too much he’ll try to tone it down. Emphasis on try.

He’s loud and is entirely for PDA as long as it’s nothing “uncouth” for their time. He likes to show you off and brag about you to anyone who will listen. This will, inevitably, result in both of his brothers knowing you as well as he does.

Speaking of the brothers, they’re a packaged deal. Papyrus will always be their babybones and that absolutely means family nights are mandatory once a month. Preferably once a week.

He can play the trumpet very well. He’ll play for you if asked.

He likes to do the crossword every Sunday and will get pouty grumpy if he’s too busy.

He LOVES to plan events and dates. He’ll have his partner’s birthday planned two years in advance. Half a year into dating he’ll begin to plan not only the proposal but your wedding as well.

He can cook very well. But sometimes he chooses not to and will purposefully mess up a recipe (like swap sugar and salt) if he’s unhappy with whoever is about to eat his food.

His brothers have never had to heart to confront him over this. It annoys him as he sees it as a form of “babying” by not confronting him so he won’t stop doing it unless you step in.

He loves to dance. Loves it even more if he’s dancing with you.

He’s big on verbal affirmations. He’ll always praise you when you’ve done something you’re proud of. Even if it’s something others might see as small, if it’s important to you then it’s important to him.

He’d be really happy if you also praise him. Knowing you’re proud of him, and proud to be with him, warms his SOUL.

MASTERLIST

[schemmentis]

La Cosa Nostra - Pt. 14

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13

Cowritten w/ @janeyseymour

@janeyseymour's evil is keeping y'all guessing. Mine is making y'all wait for parts to be posted. Sorry not sorry. Love you ;)

Summary: Tensions and the disagreement between you and Melissa rise...

WC: 2k

You do your best to hide the absolute rage that you’re feeling from your girls, sat together at your regular table in the corner, but you're pissed. The longer you sit in the restaurant trying to watch after the twins as your wife is in the back, it brews- not just over the fact that she would make this decision essentially over your own head, but that she would draw your girls into the life- even just this little amount that they have no idea about. It was rule number one from the start: business never comes home. Not after Mickey. Yet here home was, sitting right in the middle of business.

“Yes, sweetheart, that's a zebra you're coloring…purple. Great job, á storin.” You murmur as you glance at a haphazardly colored page.

Rosie beams up at you, and Cat is immediately tugging at your arm to show off what she’s been working on- a lion that she’s colored different shades of pink. Out of the two of them, your eldest twin definitely has better fine motor skills. 

You look back up at the motion of someone sitting across the table from you. You expect it to be Melissa, taking her dinner break. Your eyebrow raises when you see someone else.

“Luca.” You greet as neutrally as you can manage. “What are you doin’ up here?”

“Ah, y’know, pickin’ up take out for Ma.” He answers with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Your ma gets take out from here?” You ask, incredulously. “Aren't her and Mel sworn off from eating the other's cooking?”

“What she don't know won't kill her,” Luca chuckles softly. He runs a hand through his hair before scratching the back of his neck. “Just don't go tellin’ her, huh? It's my turn to make dinner ‘fore she's home, and I'm runnin’ late.”

“You couldn't bribe AJ to do it for you tonight, huh?” You tease with a small smile. You may be pissed at your wife, and not thrilled at everything else going on. But Luca was still your family.

“Not tonight.” Luca agrees.

“Y’know,” your wife’s voice sounds as she comes to stand at the side of the table, a bag of Styrofoam containers set close to Luca. “You're lucky I don't tell Kristen Marie about this arrangement myself, Luca. What a hell of a brag I could get.”

Luca smiles, getting to his feet as he takes the take out bag in hand. “Yea, ya could but ya love your nephew more than braggin’ on your sister, Aunt Mel.” He says before kissing both her cheeks with a muttered thank you. 

“I’ll see youse at Sunday dinner.” He adds when he pulls away. A hand reaches out to lightly tickle each of your twins to get a laugh. “Be good, tikes.” He says before making his way out of the restaurant.

Melissa drops into the seat Luca left, sighing. “It's a busy night. I think we got more in here than usual.”

Your smile fades as Luca leaves, your gaze falling to your wife. Your anger slowly returns as you remember where you are and why.

“Maybe.” You murmur noncommittally as you look back to Cat and Rosie and their drawings, despite them not calling for your attention. It's rare that you wouldn't want to be looking at your wife when you can. Tonight, though, you know it's just going to simmer your anger. Especially with her acting as if nothing is wrong.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You answer her call for you without looking, helping Rosie's little fingers pull a crayon from the box.

“C’mon, ya can't even look at me?”

You finally turn your gaze back to Melissa, raising an eyebrow. 

“Look, I'm sorry, amore—”

“Don't.” You quickly cut her off. “Not here and not when I know you're saying that just ‘cause you hate me bein’ mad at you-not ‘cause you really mean it. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Yeah, later.” Melissa grumbles as she gets up, stalking back to the kitchen.

Melissa doesn't take her dinner break. You roll your eyes when Val brings out three plates with an apology. You assure her it isn't her fault.

It's when she brings the girls dessert that Val apologizes again, stopping you when you try to tell her not to. “Mel said she's gotta stay late tonight.”

You take a deep breath. Finally, you nod and mutter a thank you to Val. “Tell her to come say goodbye to the girls then.” You add, any pretense of hiding how you feel lost with how your voice sounds. 

It's a few minutes longer than it should be before Mel makes it out. She lingers in her goodbyes to the twins. Kissing each of their little cheeks multiple times and saying to be good for Mam. You cross your arms when she glances to you, not bothering to say goodbye yourself. 

“Mam you didn't kiss Mommy!” Cat is saying as you buckle her into the backseat. 

“Well you don't want cooties, do you?” You do your best to lighten and tease so the girls don't think much of the difference in your goodbye to Melissa, or lack thereof. 

By the time Melissa gets home, you’ve cooled off enough to get the girls into their own beds, after plenty of stories.

You stay up, sipping on wine, until she comes strolling in through the door. 

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” she tells you as she drops her bag and kicks off her heels.

You roll your eyes, and the anger and hurt that you were feeling earlier comes back when you look at her again. “We’re talking about this.”

“Do we have to tonight?” she groans. “I’m exhausted.”

“And I don’t give a shit,” you say bluntly. “What made you think that you could just go over my head and make the executive decision to bring the girls to the restaurant? What the hell, Melissa. You preach all the time that we’re a team, and that sure as hell didn’t feel like a team effort there.”

“It is,” your wife folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. Usually, you would find that pose of hers sexy, but not tonight. “I told you my thoughts behind it, and I think we’re doing the right thing.”

“You were the one who created the rule that home and business never meet,” you argue. “And then you go back on it without any regard to my thoughts or feelings on it.”

“And I tried to apologize,” she huffs. “But you didn’t want to hear it.”

“Because I know you aren’t sorry!” you half shout. Then you take a deep breath and sigh. “You know what? Whatever. If you want to mix it, be my guest. But if something happens to either of our girls because of it, know that all of that guilt will be on your shoulders because I tried to stop it. Goodnight.”

You pull the blanket draped over the back of the couch down and over your body before laying down.

“Y/N,” your wife rolls those green eyes of hers. “Come on. Come to bed.”

You just turn over and close your eyes, ignoring her pleas for you to join her in your bedroom. 

Melissa huffs. You expect to hear her trudge off for your bedroom. Instead, you feel her at your back, nudging her way to share the couch with you.

“Melissa Ann, what are you doin’?”

“You won’t come to bed so I guess we’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“The point of me staying on the couch was to be by myself. Alone.”

“Yeah, but we said we’d never go to bed mad at each other, so.”

You roll your eyes. “Right, just like we said we’d never mix business and home.” You retort, shrugging the blanket off your shoulder and attempting to do the same to your wife.

Melissa doesn’t relinquish her arms wrapped around you though. “Y/N. Would you stop and just…talk to me if we’re really gonna go through this tonight?”

“Now you want to?” You say, twisting enough on the couch to get her face within your sight. “Melissa, you deliberately made a choice, completely without me, which you have doubled down on because you think it’s the right one. Isn’t it bad enough that we’re already putting them in danger just by being who we are? Now we’re gonna take ‘em somewhere and make the risk bigger? What, just ‘cause it isn’t too much so it’ll be okay? I’m not willing to gamble their lives like that! You or me, we know what the hell we’re doin’. Nobody can say we don’t. But them?” You point towards the girls’ bedroom, imploring your wife to get it. “They don’t understand why they can’t have cookies for breakfast. They don’t understand what they’d be putting on the line, not even a little bit.”

Melissa takes a shaky breath. “Why are you so up in arms about this? It’s the safest thing right now. You and I both know that the Feds will get off our backs with the girls always being around, and none of the goons are going to touch a hair on either Cat or Rosie’s heads because they know if they did, there would be hell to pay on all sides.”

“You don’t know that!” you hiss at her. “They ordered a hit on Bobby for somethin’ he did years before they killed him off- an’ he didn’t even deserve it. Who’s to say that they aren’t going to sink that low to get back at one of us?! Or to get us out of the way and to keep La Cosa Nostra up and running?! Melissa, if something happened to you or either of the girls, I would not be able to make it through. La Cosa Nostra would fall to the ground, and so would I. Do you not understand that?”

“We knew the risks we would have to take when we got into this business, and we knew exactly what risks we were bringing to the girls when you decided that you wanted children!” your wife points an accusatory finger at you.

“You and I both know that you were just as excited to have those two as I was, so do not pin this on me!” you seethe. “And I know you chose this life, but I did not. I got mixed up in it young, and I never wanted it to begin with! I certainly do not want our girls to get involved in it either!”

“You didn’t have to stay in this life!” she argues. “You chose to.”

“You know what?” you huff as you stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your wife to the ground in the process. “I’m done talking about this for now. I’m over it.”

“Listen,” Melissa grabs your wrist. “I’m sorry they took the salon out from under you, I’m sorry they handed the business over to me because they trust me more, and I’m sorry that you’re feeling like you aren’t contributing to the family anymore, but you do not get to just be a bitch like this!”

You rip your arm out of her grasp. “I’m the bitch?! I’m the bitch! I’m not the one who went over your head and gave the ledger to Barbara Howard- a rookie move! I’m not the one who disregarded everything and mixed our girls up with the business- despite the fact that we vowed to never do that! But yeah, okay… I’m the fuckin’ bitch. Don’t even try crawling into bed with me tonight.” You storm your way to your bedroom, locking the door as you slam it shut hard enough to shake the entirety of your little townhome. 

And then you absolutely lose it. You begin to curse the day that you ever stepped into that blasted salon. You wish you never got caught up in all of this, and you would’ve taken the out that you had been offered years ago. Maybe in another life you would’ve found your way to Melissa and fallen in love, having the blissful, domestic life that you had dreamed up when you were a kid. But now, you’re in deep, and you know it.