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angelicmunson · 2 years

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sleepover // the boys

✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader, jonathan byers x reader

✩ word count: 1k

✩ outline: pretty self explanatory, just soft sleepovers with your bf

✩ authors note: these got longer as they went on i’m so sorry!!!

eddie-

“m’tired, ed’s” you mumbled against his shoulder, the horror flick he picked was still playing even though both of you were half asleep. he hummed, the arm that was around you tightened as he spoke “spend the night baby, don’t want you driving right now” he said it so casually that you didn’t think twice about saying yes. eddie turned the tv off as you got up and stumbled to his bedroom, him following right after. you ungraciously flopped onto his bed which made him chuckle. “i don’t think your jeans will be comfortable to sleep in, here,” a tshirt was flung onto your stomach. you walked down the hall to change and by the time you got back, eddie was comfortably in his bed. he smiled softly as he admired you wearing something of his. you crawled in beside him, welcoming his arms as they wrapped around you. “goodnight hon” you whispered. his lips found your head after he mumbled his own goodnight.

steve -

you sighed as you threw the last beer can in the trash bin. how could five people drink so much, you thought. you could hear your boyfriend saying his goodbyes to your friends as he shooed them out the front door. “aaand they’re gone!” he announced with a grin before coming up to wrap his around you. “i think we hosted our first game night pretty well huh?” he asked, which made you nod. “i’d say so, no broken game pieces or spilled beers considering you and robin are so competitive.” steve rolled his eyes at your teasing. “i am exhausted though.” you couldn’t have agreed more. if it wasn’t monster hunting, it was school and work taking it’s toll on your friend group. “c’mon baby,” you started up the stairs, knowing he’d be right behind you. a perk of having absent parents was that they constantly left him home alone, giving you two free reign. you were the first in bed, steve simply needed to have his shower or his hair wouldn’t look right in the morning. you really tried to stay awake for him, but you just couldn’t. you felt the bed dip and him moving around for a bit before he finally settled. a quiet “love you, angel” was the last thing you heard.

billy -

worrying about billy was second nature at this point; especially when it came to him and his dad. the moment he crawled in through your window and you saw the purple bruise on his cheek, you knew it was a bad one. “what happened?” we’re the first words out of your mouth. “i don’t get a kiss or i missed you first?” his signature smirk covered his lips and you could just tell it hurt to move his face like that. you sighed as you reached up to graze the bruise, his hissing made you pull away with a frown. “it’s nothing out of the ordinary, sweetheart. he was getting in max’s face and i couldn’t take it anymore.” he pulled you into his chest when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “i’m alright, i’m here with you now aren’t i?” you managed to nod against him. “you’re spending the night tonight.” billy tensed up and you knew what he was going to say. “my parents are away for the weekend, lake house with my aunt and uncle.” you explained. he shrugged, “if you insist.” you were quick to make dinner for the two of you and after an episode of cringey late night tv, you were ready for bed. you don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing your boyfriend shirtless. you left to the restroom for two minutes to brush your teeth and in that time he managed to strip down to his underwear and position himself on your bed. “people usually sleep under the covers, baby.” you couldn’t help but giggle at him. “oh i know, just wanted to give you a nice view.” he winked before getting properly situated. you wasted no time in pulling him into you, his head on your chest. if there was one thing billy loved, it was you playing with his hair. he sighed in content and only held onto you tighter. “thank you.” it came out soft, but you heard it.

jonathan -

thunder storms were the bane of your meek existence. the forecast had been great all week; sunny skies and not a word of rain. so when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain on the byers’ roof, you wanted to cry. “jonathan,” you whined. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he sighed, giving his mom a look of helplessness. he knew how anxious this weather made you. “you’re staying here tonight, honey.” joyce decided as she stood up from the couch to grab the telephone. “i’ll call your mom right now and tell her not to worry.” you were thankful for her, you did not want to risk driving in this. a loud crack of thunder made you jump, a cry coming from your lips. “it’s okay babe, i got you.” your boyfriend cooed. joyce came back into the living room, giving a thumbs up, “she said it’s okay and to be home by 9.” you opened your mouth to give thanks, but another crack of thunder sounded and this time shut the power off with it. “fuck,” jonathan cursed. “okay, okay, hold on,” joyce began fumbling through cupboards to find all the flashlights in the house. she yelled for will to get all the blankets he could find as she flicked them all on. “we’re gonna have a nice little sleepover!” soon enough, you and jonathan were on one couch wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s arms with joyce and will slept on the other couch. “are you feeling better?” your boyfriend asked. “somewhat,” you shrugged. “i really appreciate you and your mom for all this.” the rain still poured outside and the thunder came and went, but you knew you were safe. “just wanna take care of you.” he whispered.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things preferences #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #jonathan byers x reader #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #billy hargove imagine #jonathan byers imagine #liz writes

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sailor-aviator · 24 days

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Since Victorian Era!Jake was already brought up before. Victorian Era!Jake breaking all the rules because he will NOT leave you alone to suffer the pains of childbirth, no ma'am. He is going to sit right behind you, holding you, helping as much as he can while you bear down and kissing your neck after every push, because "you are doing wonderfully, my love"

YES, NONNY, YES!!!!!!

Fuck, I love the idea of Victorian Era!Jake. I think he and DHTN!Jake are very similar in a lot of ways, but this VE!Jake is, in my mind, part of the elite class. His family comes from money but I almost picture him as the rakish eldest son that his dad loved because he was the only boy, but also wished he would show more decorum.

Then he meets you, this seemingly quiet, well behaved lady that he has no interest in getting to know because surely you're just like all the other vapid ladies, more concerned with the color of your dress than anything interesting. But then Bradley makes a very distasteful joke about his...utensils when drunk at a party one night and he hears your quiet laugh that you quickly disguise as a cough, and he looks over to see you hiding your grin behind your glass of wine and now? Now he's intrigued.

But anyway, fast forward to you giving birth, and YES, NONNY!!! Jake has never given a damn about social etiquette and he's not about to start now. Not when you need him. I imagine that you're in active labor by this point, and he's pacing outside, going mad from the sounds of your screams and crying, but then he hears you call his name, and he's off before anyone can stop him. He bursts into the room, ignoring the midwife and her assistant telling him to leave, and he positions himself right behind you, wiping your sweat-soaked hair out of your face as tears are streaming down your face, and he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could take the pain away from you.

Instead, he gives you his hand to squeeze, ignoring the crushing pain of your grip as you begin bearing down, and he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how amazing you are and how good you're doing and how it's almost over, just a little more, my love. And then with a final push, the two of you hear the wailing of the baby and Jake swears he's never been prouder.

GIVE IT TO ME.

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #victorian era!jake #need one actually #long post #liz writes #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #ve!jake

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thegeminisage · 7 months

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Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk & Thomas Leighton, James T. Kirk & Original Character(s) Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Anton Karidian | Kodos, Thomas Leighton, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Episode: s01e12 The Conscience of the King, Tense Changes, Blackmail, Trauma, Angst, Established Relationship, Flashbacks, Dark, Untagged Trope

AOS-style take on Conscience of the King. Twelve years after Tarsus IV and three months after dying to realign the warp core and save his ship, Jim Kirk seems to have a new lease on life: he's been resurrected, started pursuing a tentative new relationship with Spock, and has an entire five-year mission ahead of him. That is, until the attempted murder of an old friend forces him to divert the Enterprise away from her intended course and towards Planet Q. After a chance encounter on the planet's surface, new secrets about Jim's time on Tarsus IV come to light—secrets that threaten to destroy everyone he fought to protect, and the new life he's finally achieved. Some things you carry with you wherever you go.

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winxwannabe · 3 months

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Anyway happy 20th birthday Winx Club vacation is going great

#not winx #Liz writes

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disappointing-my-kid · 1 year

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So im gonna continue this prompt about Luigi being captured by one of Bowsers kids. Which i might as well just say Jr. cause hes the only one i could even have a chance of writing. There had been so many typos and errors in that like yall r brave and way stronger than I for finishing it. I wont write any spoilers for the first post up here but I doubt you will need to read the first one to keep up with this one.

Here you go @secretlyacantankerousseawhich @rfts10919 @tsukihimeyfan I have continued the post! Though this one is rather short and idk how well it’s written cause it’s 1am and I didn’t proof read lmao. Enjoy ya goobers

Slowly Luigi started to come back to the waking world. Eyes burst open and he snaps into a sitting position with a gasp. Instantly regretting it as his ribs scream in pain. He places one hand down to hold himself up and one gently on his middle. Eyes screwed shut as he sucks a breath in thru his teeth. He sits up as straight as he can to try and take pressure off his definitely broken ribs. Slowly he steadies out his uneven breathing and gently tries to relax forward into a comfortable sitting position. The moment the pain isn’t all he can think about he’s forced to remember the events that lead him here. Dressing up as the Princess, getting captured, being found out. His hand grips the sheets and he remembers Bowser punching him. Then his hand starts to tremble as the memory of being picked up. Then the pain. The thought of being crushed to death. The fear of never seeing his brother again. Realisation that he almost died hits him like a truck. He.. he almost died. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as a breathy laugh escapes him. He pulls his knees up as he moves his hand to his face. Another laugh escapes him as he curls in on himself. Tears started to fall freely as his body begins to tremor. Squeezing his eyes shut he quietly starts to sob. Hes going to die here. Bowser is going to kill him and hes going to die. Never to see his home, his friends, his brother. Nothing. His hand moves from his face to grasp his hair, slightly pulling on it.

Then he hears a door and freezes. His entire body going rigid, eyes snapping open once again. His breath quickens as he slowly looks up to see who entered the room. Then he sees them. Slowly his eyes scan their form, rising up till they finally make eye contact. Luigi’s eyes widening in horror. It was none other than the Koopa King himself, Bowser. Time froze as neither moved. Then Bowser lifted his hand and started to say something. He was cut off before he could get a single word out by Luigi’s scream. Luigi in his panic started to scramble backwards away from the new arrival. Breathing becoming sporadic as he ignored his aching body and moved to get away. Then he fell off the bed onto the floor.

Bowser rushed over to see if the man was alright. The moment he rounded the bed and came back into Luigi’s field of view set the man in motion again. He groaned as he tried to push himself off the floor. But froze up upon meeting Bowser’s gaze again. His face twisted in fear and pain. Only wishing to help Bowser once again reached out but this only set the smaller man off again. “no no no no no no” Luigi quickly tried to get away but ended up backing himself into a corner, between the wall and a side table. The moment his back met the wall he tensed. Breathing picking up as he tried to push himself into the wall, as if he would just slip through it. Not knowing what else to do Bowser once again tried to reach for the human. “no please dont please im sorry im sorry” luigi repeated. Luigi then pulled his legs up and turned his head away, trying to get even further away. Hyperventilating as his gaze met Bowser’s. Quickly he shut his eyes and waiting for the final blow. Only movement he made was from his sobs shaking his body.

Bowser stood frozen. Not knowing what to do. The longer he watched the more it made his heart ache. Sure he was fear and most of the time he enjoyed people cower but this. No this was different. He didn’t mean to hurt him like this. His anger just got the better of him and the human was just so fragile. He looked at his hands in horror at the idea of actually killing someone. They began to tremble. He was a monster. A- he was brought back to reality, eyes widening, as he heard Luigi begin to repeat ‘im sorry’ and ‘please don’t hurt me’ over and over. When he looked up from his hands the image he was met with took his breath away. He was curled into a ball with his hands gripping his hair like a life line. He did this. This was his fault and here he was making it worse. A monster. The words once again rang into his ears. He remembered Peach calling him that. Mario calling him that. Even some of his own subjects had said it. He never let it bother him before. But here and now. Looking at the broken, mangled man before him. He knew they had been right. He truly was a monster.

#bowuigi #Luigi #bowser #angst #uhhh #liz writes #my writing #I forgot how to tag again

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shower-phantom-ideas · 9 months

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Prompt: The Fentons Figure Out Vlad Is The Westconsin Ghost First

Vlad transforms in front of Jack or Maddie.

Vlad was fighting Danny and trying quite hard to make it seem like it was easy for him. He hated to admit it but Daniel had grown quite strong and rapidly. The boy could not know how much Vlad struggled stay ahead. The only thing he really had was practice with his powers to master them but Daniel was on a whole different level. His power was off the charts, but his self doubt kept him in check. All Vlad had to do was boast about how much stronger he was. Show off a clone or two and make Daniel believe he was weaker. If the boy didn’t think he had a real chance then he wouldn’t. Keep him thinking he got lucky. Keep him from realising his real potential. At least until he agreed to join Vlad. That or Vlad finally figured out how to control him. Not like thats what he really wanted, another tool. He just had to keep trying, even as it grew harder and harder to pretend to be ahead.

He got sloppy. Not his best work. And hearing the boy bragging and goating him hit harder than Little Badger could understand. It meant his plans would soon fall apart and he wouldn’t have a chance to dominate the boy (sorry poor wording but I got nothing else). The fights got harder and harder and then he couldn’t even keep up. A blow he couldn’t dodge sent him soaring. Then a crash. Nothing too damaged but not strong enough to hold form. He changed. How long had it been since he was too weak to hold ghost form? Slowly he lifted himself out of the newly formed crater, hand moving to cradle his aching skull.

Disoriented he didn’t realise someone was near by. “I got you now Westc….” Jacks voice, normally booming and annoyingly loud, fell silent. Vlad froze the moment he made eye contact with the man. Then he tried to turn invisible, still not enough power. So he stood there trying to figure out what to say, what to do, ‘how do I get out of this’ as he went to open his mouth the sound of a gun buzzing to life came. He turned his head to meet the gaze of the love of his life. Maddie Fenton there pointing a blaster right at him. He had to act fast he needed to stop this quickly. He didn’t dare move but spoke as quickly as he could “Wait! I can explain!” Now jacks weapon was raised but Vlad could see the doubt there, in his eyes. Maybe he could use that. “Please it’s me I..I… I have been possessed! That ghost has been using my body! Please I-I need your help.” It worked easily enough on Jack as he fully lowered his gun and a look of shock across his face. Maddie sweet Maddilyn though she didn’t move nor did she falter. Gun still raised and primed to shoot. “As if we would fall for that!” She spat at him. Jacks head turned to his wife, his face pleading as if he was begging her for something. Vlad couldnt tell why.

Vlad raised his hands and took one step back “Maddie please it’s me, Vlad. Come on you know me! I need your help.” Maddie was pretty good at reading him and he knew it so if he was gonna sell this he had to tell some of the truth. “This ghost it-it attached itself to me!” She scoffed “for that to happen you would have to have been exposed to a large amount of ectoplasmic energy. And Vlad wouldn’t have been so reckless! Quit lying ectoscum! The amount of ecto-energy to di that would have killed any human! Not to mention the damage left over on the body!” Now jack raised his weapon and chimed in “I would have noticed such a thing! Vlad was is best friend!”

He couldn’t contain his anger. The years of hurt and betrayal turned sour within him. And he bellowed “I SPENT YEARS IN THE HOSPITAL! YOU TWO JUST NEVER CARED TO VISIT ONCE!” His words caught them off guard. Maddie determined to not be fooled “what are you talking about. If Vlad had ever received an injury that caused him to be hospitalised for years then we surely would know. After all we would have visited him.” Her words like venom struck him deep. He gave a weak laugh. Fully deflated. “Really? You would have visited? What a joke” he didn’t plan to lay his heart so bare before them but after that he didn’t care. How dare they say that. After everything, after how they treated him. How dare they act all high and mighty now after years of silence. After years of shunning him. “You said no injury occurred? High levels of ecto-energy? 1980s ringing any bells?” His anger getting the best of him “College? Maybe a portal with enough energy to open a gate to a different realm? Hmm would that be enough energy! Enough energy to the face to hospitalise me FOR YEARS wondering WHY MY TWO BEST FRIENDS NEVER VISITED ONCE!” His breathing was uneven as his voice broke “not even once ha some friends” he didn’t want to tell them this but he didn’t care. They should know what they did to him. He was glad to have finally told them. Him evil scum? Maybe they should look in the mirror.

It was once again Maddie who got it first, of course it was as if Vlad even thought Jack could comprehend anything. A soft gasp “the portal” just a whisper, he probably shouldn’t have even heard it. Vlad didn’t even want to look at them but did anyway. He met her gaze and saw the guilt there, Jack was just looking horrified at his own hands. “We” a breath “we killed you” she gasped as if he own words struck her. “Yes” was all Vlad could manage, he was far more tired than when he crashed down.

As if finally unfrozen Jack took in a sharp breath. “It was me wasn’t it. I-I messed up the formula. I did it. It was me. I killed you.” His voice so devoid of emotion. “Yes” Wounds he had hidden so deep now exposed and the hurt came right back in full force as if he was still in the hospital waiting for them to bust thru that door. His bitterness rising, he couldnt stop himself from making another jab “you made me like this.” He held his hands out “you did this to me. You!” He struggled with the words “You killed me! You killed me and you didn’t even visit me ONCE!” He couldnt control the emotion in his voice and he didn’t care. He couldnt keep his legs from giving out as he fell to his knees. Stop the tears from forming in his eyes. And he did not care. Let them hear how upset he his. Let them see how broken he is. How broken they made him.

Then he heard it. The sound of a gun lifting and coming to life. He looked up to see Jack face in his hands, shoulders racked with silent sobs. He turned to Maddie, her hood down, Her face streaked, and her gun raised. “We should have noticed sooner. Seen the signs.” Vlad was confused. What did she mean. “What.” He started but then the gun fired. Hitting him square in the chest. He fell backwards from the force of the shot. His vision was going dark as he heard Maddie speak softly “We should have dealt with you sooner Vlad. But don’t worry. Your ghost will help us make great progress in out study” a sniffle from Jack “It’s what he would have wanted” and then everything faded out.

Yadayada vlad torture bla bla bla vivisection vs dissection discussion skip skip skip it’s all be done before go write it ya seld it’s 234am and im in the now cold shower and havent even reached the point of the post so im skipping this part.

Anyway Vlad escapes. Barely with the help of Danny and then tries to convince Danny to leave. They aren’t safe. They will destroy him. Danny hesitates before deciding to stay. He is a child who loves his parents. Vlad is pleading and begging Danny to go. Jazz is seriously considering it. But Danny isn’t super sure they would accept him more cause he is their son but he will just have to make sure they never find out. Either Vlad dips and offers to always have a safe place for Daniel or stays to help him stop his parents. The damage they did to Vlad is shocking and they both agree that they don’t need to have access to any ghosts ever. Idk man. I just wanted to have Vlad get outted first and to have Danny see how badly his parents take it. Also wanted to make a none crossover post lmao

#danny phantom #vlad masters #jack and maddie #jack fenton #maddie fenton #angsty #uhhhh #liz writes #prompt post #how did I tag on this blog I only remember how I tagged for sningoblog #holy shit this whole time I forgot Vlad was called plasmius #im so stupid

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reneedenoailles · 1 month

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Snaring the Spymaster: a Fanfic.

hi !!!! i just wrote this <3 starring a manipulative vfv mc and a close to death alexandre. please feel free to let me know if you have any thoughts or such !

for context, renée here is named "victoire", on bright influence + calculation path, romancing louis on official mistress

possible tw for mentions of (implied) animal abuse, and (implied) daddy issues, as well as like renée destroying alexandre emotionally

HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE VERY END OF THE BOOK.

La Bastille, 1667.

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls, causing Alexandre Bontemps to snap out of his reverie, soon realizing how cold the ground of this prison cell was. Prison… Never in his life had he thought the King - whom he worked to serve since boyhood - would lock him in the prison reserved for traitors to the Crown. All because of her… Victoire. The one he brought to court - who he thought he could use. He hated to admit it, but she had outsmarted him. Never, in his thirty-nine years of living, had he felt so silly. He had been outplayed. "This way." He heard de Montlezun speak, right before he turned.

And there she was. The Queen. The strongest piece on the board. He turned, scowling as he saw the source of his troubles. She had her usual smirk painted on those dark red lips, a smirk that Alexandre despised more than anything - the very same smirk that caused him to end up here. "Didn't think you one for prayer." Victoire finally spoke, causing him to get up. Standing so tall, and yet, so… inferior. She smiled up at him, gold jewelry shining in his eyes. "I am not." He quietly replied. "But sometimes one tries to rely on the ones from Above, if those on Earth fail him." Even through his quiet tone, Victoire could hear his inner anger - the anger he's worked for so long to keep hidden underneath his wicked smiles. "I know you poisoned the Queen." "I have no idea what you mean." She viciously replied, of course - knowing exactly what he meant by that. They both knew, but clearly, one of them had the upper hand. "All I know is that you killed her, and tried to frame me for both, the attempted murder of the King, and the murder of the Queen."

Alexandre got closer, tenaciously gripping onto the jail cell's bars - getting his face as close as he could. His features, clearly affected by both his age, and this recent turn of events, hardened, displaying his anger. "You will never get away with this." "Looks like I will." Victoire, on the other side, could not possibly look any brighter. This felt cathartic to her, breaking free of Alexandre's control, and becoming the Queen of France, although she wasn't so sure of that last part - it all depended on Louis. Queen or not, what mattered to her most was established: control, and by association, revenge. She was elated at the mere thought of Alexandre's head on the chopping block, waiting for the sword to fall down on him.

The Duchess of Marly's inner arrogance killed Alexandre - he hated her. He HATED her. And he hated himself. For bringing her to court, for not beingsmart, for miscalculating… He shook the bars a little, voice raising. "You're a witch ! You're nothing but a lowly, disguting witch ! You'll burn in Hell for this !" He yelled at her, which simply made her laugh. To her, that was hilarious, watching Alexandre's mask slip off. He had made her cry before, and now she could crack him open, like an egg. A freshly picked egg from a chicken's nest - the chicken, in this case, being the King and his little creatures. "I'd suggest you speak to me on another tone, Alexandre." While she was smiling - her voice seemed more commanding, as if she were chastising her maid. It instantly shut down Alexandre, as she continued. "I am the Duchess of Marly. You WILL speak to me on another tone - while you may fancy yourself the little title of Valet, at the end of the day, you are a servant. A peasant, I'd even go as far as saying. Do not forget the King was generous enough to have you die by the sword, like a noble. I could always change that…" She wrapped one of her hands around a bar of the cell, that empty look in her eye making him shiver and back away.

It was as if she had no emotion, her eyes showcasing a form of pure, yet disastrously calm madness. "I could always talk to the King about you." Victoire's lips curled into a smirk - one that displayed how much she actually held Alexandre in her palm. "You could be burned, like a witch. Like Bonne. Poor her." She didn't even mean those words, but the chill running down Alexandre's spine somehow… excited her, in a way. The memories of two years ago, the Valet blackmailing her, were still very fresh in her mind, so now that she had gotten the upper hand, she was going to at least have fun with it. "Maybe you'll be on the breaking wheel. Or maybe…" She saw his fear, in those eyes, and how much he was trying to conceal said fear. "I'll have you quartered, like Ravaillac. He did kill a King… And you poisoned a Queen."

"I did not ! You liar !" "Do not bark at me." She quickly responded, leaning in. "Your father must have trained the dogs better than that." At that thought - seeing how he immediately recolied - she decided to keep going. She wanted him not only weak, but broken after this encounter. She wanted his mask to completely shatter. "I wonder how he would feel, if he saw you right now. What a disappointment his beloved son must be. More worthless than the dogs he trained." "SHUT UP !" Alexandre suddenly yelled, tears streaming down his aged face. Victoire stepped back just a bit, letting go of the bars. She had never seen Alexandre cry, she didn't even know he could do that. But that ? It pleased her. She couldn't help but allow a little smirk to appear on her beautiful face, seeing him be the shadow of the man who blackmailed her. His father must have brought back painful memories, it seems. He was entirely humiliated. Reduced to this ; a crying mess, on the floor, his knees giving away as he looked up to the woman who had kneeled down, to be on his level.

"A shame, really. We could have been spymasters together. Equals. You would've taken the men's court, and I, the women's. But you decided to be greedy, and bit off more than you could chew. Now look at you. Like a bad, undisciplined dog."

Her smirk was still overwhelmingly present, looking down at him. The way she looked at him - it wasn't like a woman looking at a man. It was like a chess player, looking at a pawn. Victoire leaned in, voice low, yet clear enough for him to hear.

"I own you, Alexandre."

And with that, he watched her get up, and dust herself off. Not even addressing him a last word - nothing. Simply turning on her heels, and walking away. He gripped onto the bars, watching her leave, waiting for the moment she would turn around and look at him.

"VICTOIRE ! VICTOIRE !" He screamed her name, louder, and louder - as loud as he could, loud enough to lose his voice. He still hoped that she would turn, but she was already gone. And there he lied, all alone, in his cell. In the dark.

This was the end for him.

#romance club #rc #renée de noailles #vying for versailles #rc vfv #alexandre bontemps #rc fanfic #liz writes

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burglarhobbit · 1 year

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tangled up in your bedsheets (and in your arms) artist: @feuxx / feuxx writer: @burglarhobbit / Imagined

written for the @bbcmerlin-reversebang

Merlin parts the orange in two when he’s finished peeling. The juice streams over his wrist and upper arm, and he licks it off absentmindedly before he hands over one half to Arthur. Arthur hesitates for a moment, something strange flickering over his expression before he takes his part.

“They’re best shared,” Merlin tells him, and puts a slice to his lips.

Or: When PhD student Merlin Wyllt flies to a tiny, faraway Italian town for a summer job with Professor Ygraine du Bois, he finds himself unexpectedly at odds with her son, Arthur.

But not only oranges blossom in summer, and Merlin finds that he and Arthur have a lot to learn from—and about—one another.

click here to read on ao3

#bbc merlin #reverse bang 2023 #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin fic #liz writes

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splashofspotchka · 1 year

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Timeout

Pairing: Wrecker/(GN) Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 646

Warnings: None

Summary: You buy a water gun. Your first target is none else than the gentle giant himself.

You crouched behind the crates that were piled high beside the Marauder. In your hands, you gripped a tiny plastic, water pistol. The material was cheap and slightly flimsy, but it was the only one that you could afford right now. Besides, it only needed to work a few times. You wanted to test out the new toy. You just needed a target.

A grunt sounded from nearby. You watched as Wrecker moved from the door of the ship to load even more boxes into the cargo hold.

Bingo.

After he had finished, he turned his attention to some nearby crates. “Ah! Time for a break!” He took a seat and leaned back against their hard, metallic sides. His arms came up to rest behind his head.

You sat, crouched in your hiding place until you saw him relax. After a few moments, you aimed the water pistol at his head. You stared. Your finger hesitated on the trigger.

His eyes were closed peacefully, and his chest softly rose and fell. A soft smile crept on your lips, but you couldn’t resist. Your finger pressed the trigger of the water pistol, which sent a long string of water right onto Wrecker’s face.

“Wha-what?” He moved, quickly sitting upright. One hand came up to wipe his face, and the giant clone scrambled to his feet. “Wh-who did that? Come out!” You sent another squirt of water at him, and this time, his head snapped over in your direction. You saw his eyes narrow.

You let out a quiet yelp and crouched behind the crates again. You tried to even your breathing while you clutched the pistol close to your chest. You heard Wrecker’s heavy footsteps getting closer. Your breath quickened and your heart started to race. All of a sudden, the footsteps came to a halt.

You only had one more chance. You stood quickly and whirled around to face Wrecker. “AAAHHHH!” You let out a battle cry, then squirted him a few more times on his face.

Wrecker held his hands up to shield his face from getting any wetter than it already was. “That’s it,” He yelled, letting out a few laughs. “I’m gonna getcha now!”

He started running towards you, but you had already started moving your feet even faster. He grabbed at the air, missing you by just a few inches. You yelped as you dodged his attack, then quickly changed directions. “You’re in for it now!” He exclaimed.

You laughed loudly as you avoided his attempts to grab you. That is until you finally felt his giant hand grab around your waist. “Wait! Wait! Timeout!”

“No, no timeouts.” Wrecker gruffly replied. He threw you over his shoulder and headed over to the entrance of The Marauder.

“Wh-where are you taking me?” You exclaimed as you tried to wriggle out of his grip. His hands held you firmly in place, however. There was no escape.

Wrecker didn’t answer as he continued into the ship. He finally reached his cot and threw you down on top of it. Gently enough, of course. He would never hurt you. Your back gently hit the thin mattress.

You could only stare in shock, unable to move your limbs. Before you could react, he turned and grabbed a nearby box. You held up your hands in defense. “No! Not your stinky clothes!” You whined.

The giant clone threw his head back with a laugh and dumped all of his clothes on top of you. “Ha, ha! That’ll teach you to mess with me!” He said heartily as he finished emptying the hamper on top of you.

When you finally escaped your fabric prison, you were met with the water pistol pointed at your face.

“Uhhh,, hey Big Guy…..” You stammered. “C-can we talk this out?”

Silently, he shook his head, then squirted the water gun into your face.

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#wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker/reader #tbb wrecker/reader #fluff #liz writes #its about time i contribute more to this fandom #im always taking #hahaha #btw i learned that the marauder doesn't have bunks????#shhhhh #i pretend i do not see it

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katsus-world · 2 months

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Katsuki who forces you to look at him when he’s balls deep inside you.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulder and his pace is rough. The bed frame creeks under his movements. Your voice singing out and the sound of heavy balls slapping against your weeping cunt echo off the walls of your charred bedroom.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.” His voice comes out strained and the feeling of you clenching around his words throws him into a crazed daze.

You mumble out a response but his cock hitting your sweet spot makes you squeal. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as his strong hand wraps around your throat. His length drags against your walls with such force, you feel like you’re going to split in two.

“Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you.” His hand moves up to grab at your chin, instinctively your eyes shoot up and you gasp when you feel him stop.

He pulls out slowly, antagonizing you with every once of him that leaves your needy hole. You bite your lip to stifle a groan.

“You’re so pretty when yer’ like this. A fucking whore for my cock.” Your head hits the pillow when feel him shove himself deep inside you. It was quick and fast but it doesn’t stop you from fluttering around him. And the electricity pulsing through your body makes it hard to think straight.

“‘Wanna stay inside you forever. You feel too good.” Katsuki growls out as he palms your chest, pulling at your sensitive nub in his calloused hands. His mouth moves towards your thigh, biting your inner flesh and peppering it with kisses.

“T-too much katsuki!” You thrash against his touch, back arching off the mattress as you feel your stomach tighten.

But to your disappointment his movement slow down, and you feel the frustration peaking out of your eyelids. Tears hot and ready to spill down your face.

“You don’t get to cum unless you look at me.”

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Might have misspellings sorry!

#liz writes #liz fucking talks #katsuki bakugou #mha imagines #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #mha #my hero academia bakugou #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki x reader

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take-the-moon-take-the-sun · 2 years

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Writing some lil somethin somethin for @intistone scars and scales. Lil angsty bit? Idk

Set after sun and moon trust YN a bit (enough to sleep a bit easier)

Angst, blood, mentions of torture and abuse to minors, might be comfort depends on how i feel when im done setting this up.

A stormy night ment everyone was staying in. It was getting pretty late and everyone was getting tired. Y/N had been sitting in the livingroom playing with Sun and Moon. They had been playing easy games like tic-tac-toe, connect four, and even some hide n seek. You are really glad for the hide n seek. You wanted them to feel safe in your house so the game was your way of getting them to explore. It worked perfectly too. Sun had a blast listening to you pretend to not know where he was hiding, you could hear him trying to hide his laughter from in the hall closet. Moon on the other had enjoyed seeking. It was crazy how good at it he was too. Clearly enjoyed the shock on your face when he found you, he decided to try and surprise you everytime he found you. Sun yulping with laughter as moon found him once again. All in all it was a fun evening for the kids, you had a fun time too enjoying seeing the kids act like kids. It was nice. But a yawn from Sun, then moon, followed by you, ment it was time for bed.

Clean up had taken a little while but soon enough you had the boys wrapped up on the couch in a little blanket fort you made with them. If it made them more comfortable then you could live with the mess of the living room. It was sweet to see them snuggle up one another. A small soft small on your face as you make your way to your bed. You felt kinda bad the boys had to sleep of the sofa but theres no way they would rather your bed when the living room was more open and not so closed off. You have taken to sleeping with your door open though. Just incase the kids need you or something happens in the night. But tonight you go to bed tired but for once in the past day with a light heart.

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He was running as fast as he could. They are gonna get him. Its going to hurt so much once they catch him. The pounding foot steps are getting closer. Not just humans after him. He can hear their paw pads hitting the concrete. Not the beasts too he doesnt wanna face the beasts. Pants as he round another corner only to find a dead end. He turns to find a big black beast snarling at him, teeth ready to attack. They lock eyes. His heart is pounding. The beast pounces. Biting hard into his arm, he had thrown them up to protect his face. Its teeth dig into his skin, sharp pain shoots through the bite and a scream is ripped from his mouth. But the scream is short as he lashes out with his other arm to claw at the beast. It clamps down harder so he is forced to claw at its eyes. The beast yowls and releases his arm finally. Blood flows freely from the bite but he can relaxe now. He knows they had time to catch up. Those humans. Those monsters. He hears a soft clapping as the humans loom over him. He feel so small.

A smile is across the humans face as they applaud his act of violence. He knows they like it when he attacks. Maybe hes appeased them enough and they wont punish him. No oh no their reaching into their pocket. The small remote is being taken out and before they can push a button he launches himself at them. He knows it probably wont end well but he has to try. He bites down as hard as he can on their leg. A yell is ripping through the air. Hes climbing the human, an arm slams down on his head, one blow, two, and by the third on he catches the arm in his teeth. He chomps down as hard as he can. If he can win he can escape. He can save his brother snd they can leave. He just has to stop this human from alerting the others. Another yell. But then his whole body feels like its been set on fire. The next yell is his as his collar is activated. Alerting the others and sending him horrible shocks. Normally they just send a quick shock but not this time. The human holds the button down as he continues to scream. The pain ripping through his body as he thrashes on the ground, having fallen from the human. All he can hear are his own screams as the shock goes on as if to never end.

Then it does. Panting he just lays there. But its not over the human has alerted others and they have arrived. He doesnt know how long he laid there gasping for air. Long enough for him to notice someone reaching for him. They grab his arm and jerk violently. He yelps but also quickly reaches for their hand with his bloodied claw and scratches. They released him and pulled their injured had away. Hes not done. Hes not giving up. Lowering himself to better defend he gets ready for another attack. More humans they all start reaching for him. So many hands grabbing for him. His breathing increases as he tried to swipe all the hands. Hes biting and swiping as best he can but some hands still reach him. No no no they cant get him. He bited down as hard as he can on the arm that had him. They yelp out, sounding nothing like the humans normally do but he doesnt notice. He has to defend himself. He cant let them get him. They are saying something to him. Almost like chanting. Its so loud. Hes cant hear any words just how loud it is. He grits his teeth and clamps his eyes shut. Hands coming uo to his head to try and block out the noise. Its so loud. Its like its inside his head. He cant take it….

Then moon wakes up. Eyes blast open as he panics finding himself in a humans grasp. He bits down again on their arm. Warm liquid fills his mouth, a horrible taste, as just as warm tears streak down his face. “Moon! Moon calm down!! Your ok its ok” its like a switch. All of a sudden he realises hes not in that horrible cold and clean place but in a warm messy room that is your living room. He makes eye contact with you as he realises hes still biting down hard on your arm. He quickly releases you from his grasp. You pay no mind to the injury and quickly go to making sure Moon is ok. “Hey kiddo you are ok, its ok. Your safe here moon your safe.” You gently resch out with your mostly uninjured arm. Pauses to make sure hes on with it, before patting his head gently. Hes eyes your injury but you speak up “hey im ok its alright, you alright now? I gotta go check on sun ok. You gonna be ok for a second over here?” He nods at you and as you walk away the words start to register in his head.

What’s wrong with his brother? Had he had a nightmare too? Was sun ok? He looks down at his claws to see them covered in blood. Did he attack you that much? His body is sore from his thrashing in his sleep but just sitting here in worry isnt gonna do him any good. Slowly he makes his way off the couch. The blanket fort had been torn down in YNS attempt to reach him. But wheres sun. He sees the bathroom light on and makes his way there. Theres a few drops of blood on the floor. He really bit you hard huh. But once he glances in the room he freezes. Sun sits there covered in scratches. He has tears flowing and is quietly sniffling as YN gently trys to tend to the more harsher gash on Suns hand. His brother looks up from the floor too lock eyes with Moon. Both frozen in place but the moment Sun calls out to him Moon bolts. Both sun and YN call out to him but neither follow. You hold Sun back as hes still bleeding from that gash on his hand and from the scratches all over his arms and a few on his face. You know hes worried about his brother, hell you are too, but you have to finish getting these cleaned up or else they could get infected and Sun already has a weaker constitution.

You sign as you return to cleaning Suns wounds. He doesnt fight you, probably knows he will get to looking for his brother sooner if he lets you finish. He winces as you start cleaning the cut in his face. Its right under his right eye. Its not deep at all and probably doesn’t even need a bandage. You set to making sure you have cleaned all the blood off him before you start to deal with your own wound. He sits silently, eyes unfocused on the floor as you hastily wrap your arm from Moons bites. Finally all set you kneel infront of Sun to try and catch his attention. He seems to have spaced out to some place dark. Gently you call out to him. “Hey sun.. you ok buddy?” He lifts his gaze to you, looking just as small as the night you had found him. “Its gonna be ok. You ready to go and find Moon?” That brings some life back to his eyes. Its like he realised he is in your home and not some horrible place. He nods and reaches out as you gently pick him up.

You carry him on your less injured arm. Sun calls out but Moon doesnt respond. Its like hours before. But this time its not a cute game of hide n seek and a child hiding because hes afraid and probably panicked. You have a guess as to where he might be. There he is, curled up under the coffee table again. The blanket has been pulled over him as you hear soft sniffling. Your heart once again being broken into small pieces as you kneel down to infront of the table. Gently you set Sun down. He freezes in place eyes the lump of blanket under the table. He looks so sad as he gently calls out to moon again. The sniffling lump goes quite and becomes still. Sun goes to say something else but stops. Its clear to you he doesnt know what to do. “Hey moon, buddy you wanna come out for us?” You step up as the adult you are and try to help. You should know what to do but no one told you how to handle this situation.

Theres a soft rustle of the blanket as Moon moves around to try and hide even more, trying to make himself as small as possible. “Moon its ok, we know you didnt mean to. Come out buddy you arent in trouble.” He shakes his head, though you and Sun can hardly tell what hes doing. He hurt you and he hurt Sun. He hurt his brother. Whats wrong with him. Hes a monster. Hes just like those horrible humans hurting his brother. Sending his own brother to that dark place he knows too well. He could see is in Suns eyes. He did that. They had been right. They told him he would do nothing but hurt his bother and it had come true. With his own claws. The blood he could still see it even though YN had wiped them off. There under the edge of his nails was his own brothers blood. Sun probably hates him. That thought shook him to his core. His brother probably hates him. Suns going to want him to leave, and he should. Hes gonna be alone. Hes never been alone like that. Suns always been there for him and now hes gonna be left alone. Hes doesnt want to be alone. Please dont leave him alone. Hes sorry hes so sorry. He doesnt want to be alone. “m sorry im sorry please dont leave me alone m sorry please km sorry im sorry” a little mantra spills from him.

Suns breath hitches as he understands what his brother is thinking and repeating. Slowly he pulls himself up to the mumbling heap of blanket. And reaches out. He hesitated once but then pats the blanket. Moon get knocked back into reality as Sun slowly un wraps Moon from the blanket. Sun gasps once he finally finds Moons face. Tears streaming down his face and his face fills with fear at sign of Sun. Sun freezes. Then slowly reaches out for Moons face. Moon finches but doesn’t pull away. If Sun wants to return the favour of scratching up his face he thinks it’s deserved. But instead Sun gently wipes away the tears from Moons cheek. Moon looks up to lock eyes with Sun who just offers a weak smile. After a moment Moon leaps forward to hug his brother. Tears flowing as he spews apology after apology. Clutching Sun like his life depends on it. Sun hugging his brother back his own tears start to fall again as he reassures Moon he never wants to leave him.

#sb sun #fnaf sun #sb moon #fnaf moon #liz writes #scars and scales #angst #sb sun and moon #i was gonna write more and have a cute ending but i think this is fine #not my best work tbh #im so distracted by youtube

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sailor-aviator · 1 month

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Two Birds: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)

Content Warnings: Talk of moving, Worried mom, Mentions of city, Overly enthusiastic roommate. There's not much to this, it's just the prologue lol

Word Count: 1.4k+

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“Are you sure about this?”

You let out a heavy sigh, feeling the tell-tale signs of a headache tugging at your temples. You reached your hands up to rub gently at them, closing your eyes for a brief moment before opening them to glance at your mother. Her eyes held nothing but worry and apprehension as she stared at you, her lips pressed into a firm line as her eyes ran over you, her fingertips twitching nervously on the counter in the kitchen.

You knew why she was worried, and you supposed any good mother would be. You had announced a couple of weeks before that you were intending on packing up and leaving for New York City. A change in your life was needed, a need for something bigger, and to you, New York held the answers. You had dreamed of the big city since you were small, having visited once when you seven and having been enamored with the bright lights and the way that something always seemed to be happening. It wasn’t that you didn’t like your small town life, but the predictable days and repeating patterns of the town you grew up in had long since played out. It was time to depart and spread your wings, time to grow and blossom into the person you were always meant to be.

“I’m sure, Mom,” you sighed, resigning yourself to the same conversation the two of you had had at last three times a week since you announced the plan for your move.

“It’s just,” she paused, moving to wipe down the counter for the third time in the last couple minutes, “you know I worry, and it’s so different from what you know. The city isn’t like what you’ve grown up with.”

“I know,” you muttered, hands gripping your glass of water tightly. “That’s kind of the point.”

“I want you to do what it is you need and want,” she continued, “but you’ll be all alone out there, sweetie. It’ll be hard for me or your father to come out and help you if you need it.”

“I know that too,” you replied, furrowing your brows, “but Mom, I really think this will be good for me. It’ll be good for me to try and be completely on my own, to experience the world as a full-fledged adult. Besides, if I fail, I can always come home, right?”

“Of course, honey,” your mother cooed, her face softening as she looked at you once more. “You can always come home. You know there’s always a place for you here.”

“Thanks, Mom,” you smiled, taking a sip of your water.

“It’s just,” it was your mother’s turn to sigh now, “does it have to be New York? Couldn’t you have picked somewhere like St.Louis?”

“St.Louis still feels kind of small town despite the size,” you reminded her. “I wanted a place that felt like a real city. Somewhere where the buildings reach up past the sky and somewhere that never sleeps.”

“You mean a place where crime is around every corner and people are just waiting to mug you,” she grumbled, not meeting your eye.

“St.Louis has a pretty high crime rate too,” you scoffed, smiling at the scowl she sent your way.

“I’m serious, honey,” she sighed, resting her hand on the counter in front of you. “New York isn’t like here. You need to make sure that you’re being careful, okay?”

You smiled at her, nodding slowly as her lips turned downward.

“Of course, Mom,” you assured her, taking her hand in yours. “Everything will be fine. You’ll see.”

She gave you a doubtful look before turning towards the fridge off to the side, pulling it open and considering the contents inside.

“I’m thinking spaghetti for dinner,” she said finally, glancing over at where you still sat. “How’s that sound?”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, groaning internally and knowing that the conversation was over for now.

“Sounds great,” you replied, moving to stand, “how about I grab the noodles?”

A few weeks later and you found yourself departing from your home, only two suitcases full of your belongings that you couldn’t do without as you boarded the plane headed east. The flight was wholly uneventful, your music and audiobooks keeping you company as you tried not to think about the turbulence that shook the plane from time to time. Before you knew it, you had landed, catching your Uber as it pulled up to the curb.

You watched with fascination as the city lights grew bigger and brighter the closer you got, the throngs of people slowing traffic, but you were too excited to pay it much mind. Your head raced with the thoughts of what your new life would be like, the promise of adventure tugging at your heart as your eyes darted all about.

“You ever been to the city?” Your driver asked, eyes glued to the road as he turned down one of the many streets.

“Once,” you replied, face all but pressed up against the car window. The man chuckled as he pulled up to the curb in front of what you assumed to be your apartment building.

“Give it a couple of weeks,” he smiled, “you’ll be sick of it by then.”

You thanked the man, sliding out of the backseat and grabbing your suitcases from the trunk, waving at him as he pulled off for his next ride. You took a deep breath, walking up the stoop and finding the button for your new apartment. The buzzer sounded as you pressed the button, pulling your hand away as you waited.

The intercom crackled to life that sent your heart pattering in your chest.

“What?” Came the voice on the other end, the girl sounding somewhat put out.

“Uh, hi,” you breathed, shifting on your feet awkwardly. “I’m looking for Annie. She’s supposed to be my new roommate?”

A pause before the girl spoke your name in a question through the speaker.

“That’s me!” You chirped.

“Come on up!”

The buzzer sounded once more along with the click of the lock on the front door, and you swiftly pushed inside. The elevator rumbled its way down to you, and you eyed it warily as you stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The box clunked rhythmically as it pulled you up to the designated floor, doors opening to an unassuming hallway. You walked slowly down the plain hall, your suitcases clattering alongside you as you stopped in front of the door marked 35. You raised your hand and gave three knocks, standing back on your heels as you waited.

A moment later, the door swung open to reveal a very pretty brunette smiling at you.

“Hey, babe!” She grinned, pulling you inside. You stumbled forward with a huff, turning just as Annie closed and locked the door behind you. She turned back to look at you, the smile still plastered to her face as she practically vibrated with excitement.

“Sorry about the mess,” she said as she walked past you to pick up a shirt that hung over the couch, “I forgot you were coming today. I’m Annie.”

She stuck out her hand for you to shake, and you took it, repeating your name with a shy smile.

“Look at you, you little country mouse,” Annie gushed as she led you further into the apartment. “You’re just a sweet, little thing, huh? Don’t you worry, I’ll show you the way around the city. You’ll be a pro in no time! Meantime, why don’t you go get settled? Your room is just through there and I’m across the hall, yeah? You hungry? I can order us some take in. Chinese sound good?”

“Uh, yeah,” you breathed, a little overwhelmed by your roommates zealousness. She seemed nice enough, but she was certainly a lot more than you were accustomed to.

“I know this place that has the best dumplings. Once you try one, you won’t ever want another, I’m telling you! Go on! Go put your bags up! Get changed! We have all night to get acquainted. I’ve been dying to speak to you face to face, Mouse.”

“Mouse?” You asked her, arching a brow at her. She grinned at you, waggling her own eyebrows as she did.

“Yeah, you know,” she waved her hand, “like that old story or whatever. Country mouse and city mouse.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, shaking your head in bemusement at your new roommate. Her grin grew wider as she grabbed her phone to place the order.

“You and I are going to be good friends, I guarantee it, Mouse,” she declared.

You had a feeling that she was right.

A/N: Here it is! I've been too excited to not write it, so I'm posting ahead of schedule as it were lol Here is the first fic of my summer lineup! As always, reblogs and comment are greatly appreciated! You can also find my works on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator. Until next time!

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winxwannabe · 2 months

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Ruh-roh

#not winx #liz writes #HERE WE GO AGAIN KIDS I CANT BE STOPPED #anyway see y’all in the morning #fic writing

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timeloop-liz · 2 years

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Found out @spaceistheplacearts Director can be hurt if ya get the core so i uhhh went off the rocks sorry. Im an angst machine. I saw you said you made this au for something “sweet” and im sorry ill try for “sweet” next time… whatever that is

Narry getting upset at the Directir for something and starts wrecking another room. Because he knows it upsets him. Maybe he was pushed over the edge but once he enters the room to stop Narry again he gets hit with something. Like maybe he wasnt really paying attention to where he showed up and Narry wasnt aiming for him it was just by chance.

Theres a crash and a splat distinct sound. Narry freezes in place as he sees what hes just done. Panic fills him as he rushes to the Directors side. Apologies spilling out of him as he kneels down next to his more than usual blob forum. He doesnt know what to do. What can he do. The Director has a shard of glass sticking out of him for goodness sake. Maybe he knows where to start. But the Director is trying to pull back. Move away. Hes clesrly having trouble keeping his form in check. He limbs arent as solid as he would have so they cant even lift him up more like noodles than anything.

Slowly Narry approaches again. Softly whispering reassuring words to the Director. Hoping to calm him down. The more he moves the worse his core is getting. They need to get that glass out. Finally determined on what to do he gently holds the Directors form. He can feel it trembling in what he assumes fear and pain. Grasping the glass he shifted it slightly resulting in the Directors form tensing up and a small strangled sound escaping. Tears prick his eyes but he knows he has to do it. He counts to three then swiftly removes the fragment from the Director.

A bit of slime is sticking to the end of the shard and it probably cut the inside of Narrys hand but thats not what hes worried about. The Director is trembling horribly. In what Narry can only assume is the closes he can get to crying. He pulls him close, holding him as gently as he can whole tears fall down his face. He didnt want to hurt the Director. Well he did but not like this. Never like this.

All of a sudden theres a SLAM!! As a door opens up and in storms another being. It startles Narry so bad he drops the Director who lands with another sickening splat. She quickly moves to gently scoop the Director up. Narry goes to interject when hes forcefully pushed back. “Dont you DARE touch him! I knew he was being to soft on you. I warned him and looks whats happened!” Shocked from her words hes unable to form any of his own. She quickly turns and leaves Narry alone in the room he made a mess of. Just before she exits she turns “and dont your dare think of going anywhere!” Them shes gone.

What did she mean? She warned him? Its not like he wanted this. But she was right. He did hurt the Director. This was all his fault. He was being a stupid child and now the Director is hurt. The Director was always saying how everything he did was for Narry. All of this was to help him in the end. That he just wanted Narry to be happy. And look what he does. He goes out of his way to hurt the Director by smashing a room. A room made for him. To help him. God hes spiralling. This time theres no one to stop it. No Director to step in and comfort him. Because he hurt him. The thoughts wont stop. He just slumped down against the wall and cried.

Oooooo what fun aye. What good angst liz have brought. I warned yall i was gonna do angst here. Its your fault for not listening. Will i finish this!!! Probably not lmao.

Heres what was planned, like a little guide on what i was thinking:

But the Director is gonna be ok i swear!! His core just needs to recover. Hes gonna go back to work too soon and its gonna show. He text is clearly slower. Typing is harder with noodles. He probably wouldnt trust Narry to be in the same room as him when hes so injured. But maybe he does. And Narry can see how hard it is for the Director to move around. How hard it is for him to communicate. Narry feels horrible. He suggests that maybe he should leave. He doesn’t deserve to be here. Hes so sorry and what not. But the Director doesnt really want him to leave. He knows it wasnt on purpose after all. But hes still scared around him because he has seen what he CAN do. Basically their relationship takes a big boi hit but its gonna survive.

#the stanley parable #tsp #liz writes #swap!au #angst

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