#and i was like well of course we have umbrellas we just forgot to bring them but then i was like hm. DO we forgo umbrellas a weird amount??

[bread--quest]

visitor at our museum made a comment today that made me question a lot of things so i'm making a poll about it

the scenario: it is a beautiful day outside and by beautiful i of course mean "cloudy with a chance of rain". sky is gray. smells rainy. possibly already drizzling. you don't really know How rainy it's going to get, but there will definitely be Sky Water happening for a good portion of the day.

also feel free to mention where you're from, if you think it's relevant or just want to give a shout out to your location

[weakformingyu]

We can't be friends | H.H.

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Genre: ANGST, smut

Part 2: Wait for your love

Summary: you have been in love with your best friend for a long time. On a night where you were supposed to comfort him after a break up, things heat up and he finally looks at you the way you wanted.

Words count: 2,957

THIS WORK IS FOR +18 AUDIENCES ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: biting, protected piv, hickeys, blowjob, hair pulling, cursing(I think that's all)

A/N: I wanted to write something to "we can't be friends" by ariana grande, I was thinking so hard about what to write and this idea came to me so suddenly and I knew I had to write it.

Hwang Hyunjin was everything you ever dreamt about. You didn’t realize that right when you met him in your first year of college, to you he was just a friend until he wasn’t anymore. You started noticing every little thing about him, how his eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, the face he makes when he eats something good, what are his favorite drinks and snacks. Suddenly everything about Hyunjin sounded so interesting that you didn’t even realize you were in love. You didn’t realize how happy you got every time he sent you a message, how touched you felt when he went to pick you up at work because it was raining and you forgot your umbrella, how calm you felt when you were with him, watching a movie and chilling.

The moment you realized you were in love, you knew you couldn’t be best friends anymore but you liked to pretend. Hyunjin never even looked at you twice so your mind never went to dark places, wondering what it would be like to tell him how you feel but even though that was the case, he didn't make it easy for you to stop liking him.

He would bring you snacks and medicine when you were on your period, when you felt down about anything he would be there to cheer you up and you could tell him just about anything, you knew he wouldn’t judge you — well, almost anything. Could he ever understand you about this, though? How could you fall in love with your best friend?

When he got his first girlfriend it was a shock to you, the pain in your chest felt like it would burn you whole, but you kept fighting with your heart, telling yourself that it wouldn’t do you any good for him to know about your feelings. His relationship didn’t last long but it also wasn’t the last you heard about a relationship of his and you thought you were okay with it. That is, until he met his last girlfriend. Hyunjin was head over heels for her and that killed you time and time again. Your heart broke more and more every time he talked about her, every time you slept over and heard him calling her late at night, telling her how much he loved her. A month went by, then three months, then a year.

Of course you didn’t want them to break up because you knew he would suffer and that was the last thing you wanted, even if in that case you would be the one hurting. You tried to date other people, but you always felt it was wrong because deep inside you didn’t want to get over him, not when you were still hopeful that one day he would look at you.

It was late at night when Hyunjin called you, it was clear in his voice that something was not right.

“Can you come over?” He asks, voice hoarse and tired.

“Give me ten minutes”, you tell him, jumping out of bed. You were already in your pjs, ready to sleep and no one other than Hyunjin could make you go out this time of the night.

You don't even change your shirt, putting on sweatpants and brushing your hair quickly before grabbing your keys and your coat, walking to the door. The chill air of the night blows your hair, messing everything up and making your face grow cold. Winter has been killing you for a while now, you have been avoiding coming to the cold outside since you started to work from home.

You get into your car, turning on the heater, putting on some light music so you can stay calm and not freak out about what happened to your best friend.

You don’t even knock when you get to his apartment, pressing the password to the door lock and entering the house. A strong smell of liquor comes straight to your nose, stopping you in your tracks. There are so many soju bottles on the floor that you can’t even count and you hear the sound of the shower, so you can only conclude that Hyunjin is taking a bath.

Sighing and taking your coat, you throw it on the table, going to the kitchen to find a plastic bag and starting to collect the trash around the living room. What the hell happened? Hyunjin is usually pretty neat, it’s rare to see his house this messy.

You hear the sound coming from the bathroom disappear while you wash the dishes, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for Hyunjin to show up.

He looks awful, clean but horrible. He has eye bags under his eyes and seems tired like he hasn't slept in days.

“What happened?” You ask him, walking to him to take a closer look.

Hyunjin pouts, looking at you. You swear he’s almost crying.

“Jisoo broke up with me”, he says, running his hand through his hair.

“She did what?” You scowl, eyes widening and he sighs. “What happened? This came out of nowhere”

“I don’t know, she’s been acting weird lately and she didn’t want me to pick her up at work anymore so I asked about it and she felt offended that I was being suspicious of her, but I was not”, he whines, “I was just asking if there was something wrong”

“When did it happen? Are you drunk right now?” You recall the amount of empty bottles of alcohol you found when you arrived.

“She ended it yesterday, I thought she was gonna come around”, he cries out, “but she even blocked me on social media”

Hyunjin turns around, walking to the sofa and sitting, supporting his elbows on his thighs while he covers his face.

“I'm not drunk, I ran out of booze a few hours ago and just couldn't get myself to go buy more”, he sighs, “I have no energy”

You feel that pain in your chest, you never wanted to see him suffering like this.

“Look, you have today to cry and tomorrow you're gonna forget about her, okay?”, you groan, the last thing you want is to comfort the guy you like because someone else broke his heart. “You have me, you’re gonna be fine” You walk to him, sitting by his side and patting his back. Hyunjin sighs, nodding begrudgingly.

“Thank you for coming”, he says, leaning down and putting his head on your shoulder. “I know it's late”

“Don’t worry about it”, you assure him, “I'm always here for you”

Hyunjin nods, looking up at you before you glance down at him, his dark eyes watching you like he can see right through you, all your emotions. Suddenly the atmosphere becomes strange, you both fall into silence and you feel something deep inside you, something you don't think you have ever felt before as he glances to your mouth and then your lips are on his.

For a few seconds you can't fully understand what's happening, are you two really kissing? And is he reciprocating? Hyunjin’s lips are just like you thought it would be, soft and sweet. Are you a horrible person for doing this when he just broke up with his girlfriend? His hands move to cup your face, deepening the kiss but yours go straight to his chest, pushing him away.

“We shouldn't do this”, you shake your head, trying to get back to your senses. “This isn't right”

Hyunjin scowls.

“It's fine, I want it”, he tries kissing you again but you stop him again.

“You were drinking earlier, you are not thinking straight”, you try keeping your cool.

“I'm sober now”, he insists, “please, y/n”, he pleads, making your heart melt.

It's not like you don't want to have him, you really do.

“You won't regret it later?” You ask, biting on your bottom lip and when he shakes his head, you turn off the side of your brain that makes good decisions, kissing him again.

You grab his face, deepening the kiss, delighting yourself on his plump lips. His long hair falls around your fingers, tickling your skin and the brush of his tongue on yours makes you sigh. Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly while his hands slide down to your hips, pressing his fingers with such force you think it might cause a bruise.

He kisses you again, hungrily, leaning over and making you fall back on the sofa as he hovers over your body. You feel tiny beneath him, like he holds all the power in the world and you’re just there ready to make all his wishes come true.

As he trails kisses down your neck, you sigh and slide your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it somewhere in the room. You kiss him again, eagerly, not capable of staying away for too long as his hands slide down your shirt grabbing at your breasts, making you let out a moan. Your hands go down his abs, sliding inside his pants, pressing your fingers around his hard cock. You start massaging it up and down and Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it slightly just enough for you to feel a slight pain.

He slips his hand down your bra, kneading at your breasts and pinching on your nipples.

“Fuck”, you murmur, not able to hold up anymore as you pull your on shirt off to give him the view of your chest that's bare in a few seconds since you work fast to undo your bra.

He watches you for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty. You feel your cheeks grow hot, trying to cover yourself but he blocks your movements, holding your arms above your head. Hyunjin kisses your neck, leaving a trail of bites that are going to cause you to use turtlenecks for a while but you are not complaining, he trails down your collarbone till your breasts so he can suck on your nipples, rubbing his hard cock against your tight while he enjoys his time at your chest.

You can't hold yourself back anymore, so you put your hands on his chest, pushing him away enough for him to sit down. You throw one leg over him, sitting on his lap, brushing your core against his hard cock, moaning to the delicious pressure. You kiss him again, rubbing yourself against him a few times, his hands go straight to your hip forcing you down.

You pull away when you can't breathe anymore, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, giving him a bite right on top of his collarbone, not stopping until he hisses.

“You're going to leave a mark”, he groans, opening his eyes that were shut in pleasure, just to look at you, seeing the smirk you have on your lips.

“That's the point”, you say, finally detaching your lips from his skin, enjoying the view of it turning purple.

You get down from his lap, getting on your knees in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down to find his painfully hard cock, glistening with precum. You grab the base of his cock, pumping it a few times before you get close enough to lick the head, circling it with your tongue, listening to him moan while he grabs the sofa, knuckles turning with the strength he's using.

You hold one of his hands with yours bringing it to your head and letting it rest on your hair, as you look at him sharply, sucking up and down on his cock even more eagerly.

“Fuck”, he grabs a handful of your hair, pressing your head further down his cock, the head reaching the back of your throat, making tears escape your eyes. “You look so pretty gagging around me”, he murmurs, throwing his head back, groaning to the intense feeling of the orgasm approaching.

You feel his grip tighten on your hair and he cums a few seconds later, letting go of your hair and breathing heavily, trying to recompose himself. You stare at him from the floor, not sure if he's going to want to keep going, but he soon looks back at you stretching himself to the side of the sofa till he reaches the drawer in the rack, pulling a condom out of there.

“Do you want to-”, he begins to say.

“Yes”, you nod frantically not even letting him finish.

“Good”, he smiles, tearing the package and putting on the condom, his cock hardening again. “It's pretty difficult not to get hard again seeing you fucked out like that for me”, he teases. Your hair is disheveled, your lips are swollen and there are tears marks down your cheeks.

You smile sheepishly watching as Hyunjin offers you his hand, pulling you down to sit back on his lap. You grab his cock, teasing your entrance lightly, closing your eyes to the feeling. When you sink down you swear you can see stars, his cock is just perfect, the stretch feels so good you can't even begin to describe it. He's reaching places you didn't even know you wanted to be reached, the way he grabs your hips, pushing you down on him while he makes you grind makes the sensation a thousand times better. You can already barely breath when he kisses you again, bringing a hand to your hair and pulling it while he bites on your lips, you can feel him thrusting into you, faltering movements showing that he's almost reaching his second orgasm. He trails kisses down your neck, kissing the hill between your breasts and licking on your right nipple while he curses under his breath.

“I'm gonna cum”, he announces, detaching his mouth from your chest, glancing at you just to see you nod, murmuring ‘me too, I'm almost there’ over and over until a loud moan escapes your lips. Your legs tremble and you hug Hyunjin looking for some kind of support, he wraps his arms around you, fucking into you while he cums too.

You don't have any strength left to get up when you come down from your high, resting your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin gently picks you up, holding your legs around his hips while he carries you to his room, laying you down on his bed. He murmurs something but you're too groggy to understand him, falling into a deep slumber as soon as you feel his lips meeting your forehead.

It's already afternoon when you wake up, there's no one by your side though and you feel the pain of regret beginning to find its way to your chest. You could ignore it, you really could, if it wasn't for Hyunjin’s voice coming from outside the room. You dress up fast, walking to the door to hear what he's talking about and then you realize he's not alone.

“Do you have any idea of how much you hurt me?” You hear his voice.

“I'm sorry”, you hear Jisoo’s voice, “I know I went overboard this time but I wasn't thinking clearly”

You feel your stomach sinking in, your heart starts beating on your ears but you make a huge effort to keep listening to them.

“What do you want me to do about it now?” He asks, sighing.

“Let's get back together”, she suggests, “we can pretend we never even broke up in the first place”

You want to believe with all you have in you that he's gonna deny her, that he's going to think about you and tell her he's not interested anymore.

“Fine”, he says, “but I'll need some time to think”

You wish you could say you're surprised with his answer but you're not, it's not even sad, it's just pathetic. You really thought that he would really look at you this time, didn't you? That he would fall in love with you after one night together? That's embarrassing to say the least.

You scoff to yourself, walking around the room and collecting your things, you want to get the hell out of there and disappear from this world.

You hear the front door being closed and you know Hyunjin is gonna show up at any time now.

You're already ready to go when he opens the door, stopping on his tracks to look at you.

“I didn't know you were awake”, he says, sheepishly.

“I am”, you say walking past him in the direction of the front door.

“Y/N, about yesterday-”, he starts saying but is interrupted by you spinning around to look at him, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to escape your eyes.

“You're a fucking asshole”, you tell him, making him scowl.

“I- look, you don't understand”, he tries but you laugh, scoffing at him.

“What don't I understand? That you fucked me one night and went back to your girlfriend the next morning?”

“I wasn't on my right mind yesterday”

“Fuck you”, you feel your face hot with anger, “you said you wouldn't regret it”, you cry out as you run your hands through your hair, “I guess that's on me for really believing you”

“Let's not let this ruin our friendship okay? We can take some time apart to clear our heads but we are still best friends, y/n”

“We can't be friends”, you inform him, “I have known that for a long time now but I liked to pretend”, you sigh, waiting for him to say something, anything that could make you stay, but Hyunjin just stares at you in shock and watches as you leave him.

[mo-ondrcps]

♖ ˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ´ˎ˗

❛ life with casper, grim reaper.❜

: ̗̀➛ casper x reader (gender neutral) warning(s): nsfw content after the soft category. minors dni on that point! + some spoilers of the game if you haven't played it. genre: au — modern, supernatural, romance, fluff, smut. word count: 1.0K author's note: IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!! that i even tried to make this about him tehee. (i now know my type are grim reapers /bricked).

### ★ SOFT.

— this is based on the dlc, beyond the bet opening video and some of the artworks where he's now staying with you. he'll cook for you. casper will cook you breakfast, some homemade lunch and dinner for the both of you. (even if some of them are burnt. he's trying to get a hang of it don't worry!) all for his sunshine.

— you'd always find new flowers in your apartment every time the last batch that casper gave you now withered away. of course it's sunflowers that reminds himself of his sunshine. it's always been a good greeting to you after a long day of work, if not that an additional greeting from your boyfriend stealing you kisses, welcoming you home.

— hand kisses like a gentleman. will do it randomly just to catch you off guard and probably when you're not teasing him so he wouldn't be too flustered and shy away from doing so. he'll do it when you least expect him to so he would make fun of you for being so embarrassed.

— will sometimes help you relax in bath by giving you a massage on your back or wash your hair after a long day of work. sometimes because it really depends on your mood if you want his company or just want to be left alone for a while and he'll respect either option you give him. he'll also help do your nightly routine for you if you're that exhausted to move before drying you then moving you to the bed to relax.

— more of the gentleman and caring casper that he is, i believe he would open doors for you and if you have watched the video for beyond the bet dlc, if you forgot your umbrella he'll go straight away just to give you one. baby doesn't want you coming home and catching a cold. not on his watch! and the coat, the coat, the coat on your shoulders! (don't mind me rambling). make sure you're always warm and cozy.

— although if you did catch an illness expect worried and some light nagging from housewife, casper ("ugh, i told you so, sunshine") for forgetting an umbrella, a jacket when you forgot to bring one yourself. he'll prepare (and possibly search) what medicine and food mortals need to get well soon with some guidance from you. don't make him worry too much! he doesn't want to lose you (just like in the other universe- i mEan!).

— stealing his coat is a must (yes we're going back to his coat). so we all know he's neat and very dedicated to his morning and night routine, i just feel like it would be very comfortable to steal his. it would smell so soft and very casper that it would be too hard to give it back to him... without a little play fight of course! once he gets it back however, i feel like there would be teasing him here and there because casper would probably lean in and sniff his jacket after you wore it, just to catch your scent.

— "you know, you can always lean in and sniff me for yourself.", "i- i know that sunshine!"

— cuddles are always a must (even if azrael would most likely be in the middle of the both of you like your very own soul baby besides your pet). gives the warmest cuddles. i just know it, that man cuddles azrael bet every time he sleeps. he'd be hard to get away from every time you wake up for work though.

### ★ NSFW.

— he is a switch. it depends on the both of you on who wants to be in charge. there are times where he would tease you and take over. i believe he would take up half of the time and when he isn't too sure on the next you'll either guide him or coax him gently that you'll handle it. a very pouty baby because he wants to make sure you feel good this time and to repay you after all he's learned.

— loves praising, pegging ( i'm not too lost on what goes on with that one valentine's day art they made of him ). i kinda think roleplay as well, maybe. i'm not sure i feel like it would be nice to integrate the time where he wore a vampire look in one of the arts i saw and provide heated kisses and marks on your collarbone and neck.

— he'll whisper words of being possessive and protective of you too while he's at it. "you are my mortal. your soul, your body, your entire being belongs to me."

— he whines. the most prettiest whines you'll hear every time you sink onto him while riding him or whenever he takes over on you. will beg every time you edge him until he is very close to his high.

— i know i have said praising, but also, body worship. i'm taking reference from the artworks i've seen again but just taking your time kissing his skin while lifting up his dark shirt and telling him how beautiful his figure looks or slowly undressing him in general while leaving praises from your lips besides what he is doing is right while you guys do it.

— so from our soft point on the bath, if you're in the mood for it and need his company he'll join and help you relax. he'll help massaging your scalp, your back but also a bit on the suggestive side where he starts rubbing slow circles on your hip and thigh while his teeth nibble on the side of your neck and collarbone like a vampire trying to quench his thirst making you draw a heated gasp.

— enjoys orgasm denial and edging, anything to keep him so riled up and for you to tease him every time he's almost there just to hear his whines until you give him what he wants. only under a deal that he begs for what he wants and a bit loudly just to watch him writhe a little more before you give in to his long awaited reward with tears brimming his eyes out of pleasure.

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author's note: i was thinking of writing more of casper but with some mix of genres like supernatural, fantasy and what not as the type of fics i usually write but that will come soon. that's all from me from everything that i remember of casper! i can't wait to play beyond the bet once it releases and i hope you guys are excited for it too!

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[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

The unexpected rainfall

Imagine. It is a regular day in the Devildom. There was nothing too serious going on. But that's when it starts raining without you expecting it. How will the brothers react in this situation? Will things have a romantic turn or not? Find out!

Contains: Fluff

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Lucifer

It was a long day at RAD. You had an exam and a few boring lectures so you were practically exhausted. When you finally exited the RAD halls you took in a deep breath and exhaled in contentment. You began walking down the street on your way back to the house of Lamentation when you suddenly felt a dropped on your cheek. You stop in your tracks and look up to see the cloudy sky while brushing the droplet with your thumb. And then another droplet falls. And a few more before it begun raining. It wasn't something too bad at first but soon enough it started pouring. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to snuggle up and began walking faster. That's when suddenly it stopped raining on you. You felt a hand on your lower back and you look behind yourself to see Lucifer – Covering you with his umbrella. He smiled gently at you before speaking up.

-Forgot to bring an umbrella today? –He asks and you nod.

-I didn't know it was going to rain.. –You mumble before the demon's arm wraps around you and he pulls you against his body.

-Well it works for me, because it seems like we will be walking together under my umbrella, hm? –The first-born teases. And you let out a subtle chuckle.

-Seems like it. –You say and look up at him as if you are expecting something from him. His smirk widens and he leans down to leave a gentle kiss to your lips.

-Come on, my love. –With that you and Lucifer walk home together with his arm wrapped around your waist. The walk home took longer than usual. The eldest wasn't on a rush to take you home. He much preferred having you close to him under his umbrella in the intimate setting. It was a way of showing the world that you were his lover.

Mammon

You and Mammon had gone to watch horse races and of course the second-born lost some grimm at it. He said it just wasn't his lucky day but if you go by that excuse every day is Mammon's unlucky day. And of course the demon was feeling under the weather. When you exited the building you were stunned to see that it was pouring outside. And neither of you had brought umbrellas. You stood there under the small shelter watching the rain when you suddenly felt Mammon grip your hand. You look towards him but he wasn't at his place anymore. That's when you felt the demon pulling you into the rain. You almost stumble at your feet to how fast Mammon was running.

-Hey! Mammon! Why are you running like that?!? It's pouring! –You shout out but the demon only laughs.

-Come on! Live a little! –Mammon kept pulling at your hand and you ran along with him. The rain was falling onto you, making your clothes wet. You look over at Mammon who had the biggest idiotic smile on his face while he was running hand in hand with you during the rain. Suddenly the second-born starter shouting.

-Woohoooo! This is awesomeeeee, come on, human! –You laughed and ran along with him. The street was quiet and the only sound surrounding you was the sound of the rain. There was this refreshing smell and humidity. You and Mammon were the only ones outside. Suddenly the demon stopped and pulled you close into a kiss. It was wet and passionate. After you pull away you look at his wet hair and reach up to ruffle it.

-Come on, babe! Let's go home. –The second-born pulls you again and you run home.

Leviathan

Levi had brought you to wait in line with him at an anime shop. There was a new anime figurine he wanted to get and the third-born was really excited. He was telling you all about it and its story when suddenly it started raining. It was a good thing that You and Levi were under a sheltered space so you wouldn't get wet. But the thing was he had finished his story about the figurine. So there you were. Standing in queue at an anime shop with the Avatar of Envy in complete silence while it was raining. You looked away from the demon at the rain when you heard him speak up.

-I brought my wired headphones.. so.. do you.. perhaps.. want to.. uhm.. listen to music with me? –Levi murmurs and you look towards him with a gentle smile at your face.

-I would love to! –You exclaim and watch a soft blush cover the third-born's cheeks. He pulls out his headphones, plugs them into his phone and hands one to you. You put it in your ear as Levi chooses the music. You begin listening to the song. It was one of Levi's favourites.

-Do you like it? –The demon speaks up and you nod.

-Yeah. I do. It's nice. –You smile and get closer to the third-born. He hesitantly wraps and arm around you and pulls you close. You look over at him and chuckle at the heavy redness on his cheeks. You pull him face towards yours and gently press your lips against kiss. He kissed you back! Though the movement of his lips couldn't match yours it felt nice. After you pulled away Levi pulled you into a hug. The music was bursting in your ears as you were standing in Leviathan's embrace. It wasn't long before you finally entered the shop but the intimate moment was worth it.

Satan

It was a rainy day outside. You were sitting in your room, scrolling through Devilgram. The day was boring. There was nothing interesting happening today and to your surprise the brothers weren't up to anything questionable today. Each of them was doing their own thing. All of a sudden you hear a knock on the door.

-MC? May I come in? –It was Satan. You smiled at the thought of having some company and you would be crazy not to accept him so you answered.

-Sure! Come in. –To your words you heard the door open and you saw the fourth-born enter with two cups of hot cocoa and a book in hand. You looked at him with questioning look.

-What have you got planned, Satan? –You ask and look into Satan's eyes and he winks.

-I figured your day would be boring so I decided to be your saviour. What do you say to a cup of hot cocoa and a book while listening to the sound of the rain? –The demon asks and you nod.

-It sounds lovely. –Satan chuckles to your answer and sits next to you, handing you one of the cups. It warms you hands and you smile as you see the little marshmallows floating into the brown liquid.

Satan grasps your chin and turns your head towards him. He places a soft kiss to your lips and you smile. Soon enough it ends and the fourth-born gazes into your eyes.

-Let me read to you. –Satan whispers and opens the book. You cuddle next to him on the bed and listen to his voice as if you were listening to an angel saying its blessing. You and Satan spend a quiet and peaceful afternoon.

Asmodeus

You and Asmo were on your way to Majolish. He said that the brand has a new collection so he just HAD to check it out. He brought you along with him since you had free time and you did say that you had interest in the new collection. Suddenly though on your way to the shop it started raining. It was soft at first but it began pouring down not long after. The fifth-born panicked and covered his face with his hands.

-Asmo? Is everything okay? –You ask in concern as you look at the panicked demon before you.

–No! Nothing's okay! I did my makeup so flawlessly this morning now this stupid rain is going to ruin it. Awhhhhhh. –Asmodeus whines and you look at his mascara pour down from his lashes. The demon sobs and tries to brush away the mascara but is unsuccessful.

Hey! Everything is okay! –You rush over to him and pull him into your embrace. He throws his arms at you and sobs at your shoulder.

-Why did it have to begin rainingggg! It's ruining everything! And my hair AND my make up! –He whines once again but you get a sudden idea. You pull away from him and cup his face with your palms. You lean in and press your lips to his. The demon stops sobbing and kisses you back passionately. Soon enough you pull away and the look on Asmodeus' face has completely changed. Now it's not a bothered and upset look, instead it's a lustful one filled with desire.

-Oh MC.. you always know how to calm me down. But it would be absolutely unthinkable to show up looking like that at Majolish. Let's go tomorrow. –The fifth-born says and pulls you along as you walk back in the rain. You go home and take a warm bath together.

Beelzebub

You and Beel had gone out for an ice cream. You waited long in the ice cream shop so they could bring a few dozens of each ice cream flavour for Beel and when they finally did you walked out of the building. You had no idea how the sixth-born was even carrying all of those cones of ice cream but he was so you just accept the absolutely mind-blowing sight. Suddenly though it started raining. Beel looked up at the sky, confused. Neither of you knew that it was going to rain today. Or... Well neither of you had checked the weather forecast. So there you were. With the ice cream under tha rain. You look around and notice a tiny sheltered space so you pull on Beelzebub's sleeve to get him to stay under the shelter. He looked at you with confusion in his eyes but you smiled at him ever so gently.

-We can stay underneath the roof until the rain stops and we finish our ice cream. –You state and look over at the demon with a loving gaze. He returns the look and smiles.

-Thank you, MC. I wouldn't want my ice cream to melt under the rain... –He shrugs and glances down at his ice cream. He begins eating it.. no.. devouring at as you eat yours without any pressure. By the time you finish your own you notice that Beel is licking his fingers. How in the three worlds did he manage to eat all that ice cream at the same time as your cone? This demon never ceases to surprise you with his eating.. or better said devouring abilities. All of a sudden you notice some ice cream on his lips and chuckle. The demon looks at you in confusion.

-MC? What are you laughing at? Is there something on my face? –He asks and you shake your head.

-Stay still.. I'll get it for you.. –With those words you lean in and kiss his lips, getting the ice cream with it. Afterwards the demon looks at you with the most innocent smile on his face.

-Thank you, MC.. for both.. for the kiss and for getting the ice cream away.. –Beel murmurs and you notice a tiny blush at his cheeks. You spend the next few minutes like that. Silently looking into each other's eyes. When the rain stops you walk back home, hand in hand.

Belphegor

You and Belphie were sitting on a beach at the park. Well... You were sitting.. The youngest was laying his head on your lap and was napping ever so peacefully. You smiled down at him as you patted his head and dragged your fingers to his dark blue-hair. It was almost like the demon was purring in contentment in his sleep. Suddenly you see a droplet fall on his forehead as the demon tenses up before falling back into peaceful sleep. You while the droplet away but you see another one. Soon enough you feel one on your hand so you look up at the sky to see the rain pouring down. You caress Belphegor's cheek in an attempt to wake him up but you are unsuccessful so you decide to pinch his cheek instead. When you do the demon stirs up in his sleep and softly wakes up.

-Hm? MC? What's up..? –He asks in a groggy voice.

-It's raining! Come on! Let's get going before we get wet! –You try to push him off of your lap but he groans.

-Five more minuteeeessss. –He whines but when he feels the rain on himself his eyes pop open. He immediately stands up and grasps your hand.

-Come on! Let's go! –You nod and the two of you walk as fast to the nearest shelter. Both of you lean against the wall and pant as he looks your way.

-The rain is too bad.. We'd be dripping wet when we make it home. It would be better to just wait for it to stop.. –He says and looks at you before turning his gaze to the rain. You sigh and walk up to him and snuggle up close.

-I'm cold.. –You whisper to which Belphegor wraps his arms around you tightly.

-Here.. Let me warm you up. –He leans down towards you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he speaks in a gentle tone.

-Better?

-Definitely. –You remain in the youngest brother's embrace as you wait for the rain to stop.

[jayjj7]

chapter 34. green tea

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you bring yunjin a cup of tea while she sits on your bed, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants of yours.

“thank you” yunjin says softly.

you sit down next to her and place your hand on her knee, rubbing up and down as to comfort her.

“you know i thought you forgot about me” you admit, laying down fully on your bed. yunjin’s response of looking at you offended and shocked made you smile after she took a sip of the tea.

“how could i?” she takes another sip.

“you stopped texting”

“well you never really responded” yunjin places her cup on your side table to give you her full attention.

“i was mad” you lay on your side, resting your head on one arm to look up at yunjin’s face.

yunjin sighs before speaking. “i’m sorry”

“it’s okay” you say quietly. “i just…want to know why?”

“y/n, i’m serious when i tell you i don’t remember doing that” yunjin avoids the mention of her actions out of shame.

“the last thing i remember was cuddling with you on the couch” she turns to take another sip from her tea.

you scoot up to rest your head on your pillow right next to where yunjin was sitting up.

“i would never kiss another girl, i only ever want to kiss you…only you” she brings her right hand to rest on your head, playing with your hair and running her hands through it.

you’re glad you were in a position where yunjin couldn’t see your face or else she would be witnessing you smile like an idiot.

“me too” you whisper.

yunjin stops playing with you hair for a moment, not expecting that response.

“you mean it?” she looks down at you.

“of course i do” you look up at her.

you both share a smile just and admire each others features. finally knowing that that the feelings are neutral, weight being off lifted off of you after what felt like forever.

“come here” you whisper as you bring your hand behind yunjin’s neck to pull her down and kiss her.

even though you have kissed yunjin before, this time was perfect. her warm and plump lips in between making your heart beat faster. the hums she lets out of joy made you smile against her lips. after feeling you smile, yunjin knows you’ve forgiven her, making her smile in response. the kiss feels right, the peace and quiet, the rain tapping on the window, the comfy clothes, the comfy bed, this is the best kissed you’ve shared.

after a couple giggles you pull away before you sit up and take the bear out of the basket that yunjin made you.

“what should we name him?” you lay back down next to yunjin, only this time you rest your head on her lap

“mmm…” yunjin thinks for a while.

“cherry” she smiles and nods while pointing to the red ears on the bear, content with her answer.

“that’s cute” you play with cherry in your hands, feeling the plush brush against your fingertips.

“well it’s getting pretty late maybe i should go-“

“no, stay here with me. it’s late, it’s raining, and i don’t have an umbrella” you try to convince yunjin.

“aren’t your roommates getting home soon though?” she hesitantly asks.

“don’t worry about them, just stay here for the night.” you turn to hug yunjin’s waist whilst she’s still sitting up and you still laying down.

how could yunjin say no to you?

she can’t.

and probably never will.

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[simplyxsinned]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅𝐅

• summary; you came back home tired and extremely late with your makeup still on, how will your partner react?

• genre; fluff, comfort

• characters; alhaitham, kaveh x reader

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✧ The candle almost burning out as ALHAITHAM couldn't resist but let his mind wander about your whereabouts, he raised an eyebrow when he catches a glimpse of you standing right at the doorframe leading to his office, his palm propped up his chin, pretending that he's had his head buried in his books, putting on an act like he did not expect you to be here, especially when soaked from head to toe

Based on his calculations, you must’ve left the house in a rush as you overslept and forgot to bring an umbrella to work, thus increasing your possibility on getting a cold the next day, it’s not a big deal though, alhaitham trusts himself to take care of you well

“You’re making the floor wet” he stood up and made his way to you, catching you off guard when he swept your feet of the ground, easily lifting you as if it’s a simple gesture

He sets you down on the closed toilet seat, filling up the bathtub, he reached his hand in the water to check the temperature, making sure that it’s just right

Subsequently, he returned to your side, kneeling down “Alright how do I do this” one of his hand holding a makeup wipe and the other grabbing a cleanser

It’s funny watching him follow your instructions precisely, the beads of sweat rolling down his drop dead gorgeous face, you’re so sure that’s god’s most finest living piece of art on his knees in front of you, ugh what an honour

After successfully removing your makeup, the calming scent of fresh tropical lemongrass essential oil fills your scents, helping you clear your mind along plus easing your tense muscles after a long day

Al-Haitham being the caring lover he is, never leaves your side, he helps you dry your hair after showering, shhhh no need to tire yourself out anymore habibi let me take care of you <3

✧ KAVEH doesn’t have time for this, its already 11pm. Why are you not back? He intended to complete his projects that are occupying wayy too much space on his desk but instead ended up anxiously pacing back and forth around the living room, nibbling on his thumb as it was his habit when nervous, eyes occasionally darting to the entrance of your shared house, hoping to see you miraculously appear through the door

You promised to spend time with him and have a skincare night which is a weekly ritual you two had planned because he said quote “oh my god we should totally treat ourselves cause we totally deserve it”

And well, after a few moments which felt like an eternity for him he heard your grumble outside the door

You were fumbling with your keys, frustrated and angry, blaming your anger towards the poor keys

“Honey you’re back!” he exclaimed while running to you with open arms with a large smile plastered on his face, you paused infront of him. He doesn’t fail to notice your furrowed brows and reddened cheeks, upon realising what’s the situation his mouth immediately turned into a thin line

It wasn’t your fault that you were tired after a day of work as you turned away and walked past him, dismissing his enthusiasm

In response he pouted at your dismissal, if you were to turn around right there right now, you’d see a sulking golden retriever. Of course kaveh being himself, he pestered you for a bit asking about your day

With your head on his lap, both of you already had your clay masks on, you couldn’t help but pour your heart out into ranting to your caring partner. As you went on a verbal onslaught, his fingertips threading through your hair whilst occasionally humming, showing that he’s actually paying attention to you

It was times like these where you felt thankful to have a loving partner like kaveh, well he might not be perfect but he’ll give in his best efforts for your comfort

thanks for reading <33

[biscutlovingbitch]

Your so cold.(Pt.1)

Eddie X Reader

Word count:2633, Got a little carried away 🙃.

Warnings: 18+ Language, Somewhat fluff, Forced proximity, Heavy petting, Teasing. (Smut in pt.2)

It was a Friday night and you had had plans to go over to your friend Steve's house for movie night, it had become a tradition since freshman year. You Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and of course Eddie Munson. Now you didn't really have a problem with him its just he was a little too "wild" for your liking. He always seemed to get you in trouble by doing something stupid then when you would try to bring it up to him the next day he'd say that it wasn't his fault and ignore you, or somehow make it your fault. But since this was Steve's house and not your own you weren't going to be that upset if something happens because then it wouldn't be on you.

As you started to get ready it was already almost 5:00 and you had promised Steve that you would be there at exactly 5:30, not only was he a few blocks away from your house but you also didn't own a car and would have to walk there and it was starting to rain, your only choice was to walk. Now you could have called Eddie but you didn't feel like having him come here with his rusty old van and blowing your eardrums out with his loud music, not that you didn't like his music but you preferred other genres more. As you looked for the umbrella you swore you had put in the holder by the front door the clock was ticking down minute by minute. After a few minutes of searching you decided that you could just brave the rain, and the cold.

As you where walking to Steve's you realized that you had totally forgot to put on a bra earlier and you where wearing a white shirt on top of that, you thought your day couldn't get any worse then you herd it. The familiar sound of screeching tires and a loud stereo from down the road behind you, you tried not to look but he did. "Hey there princes, whatcha doin' out here in the rain?" he said slowing down to talk to you as you kept walking. Covering your chest by crossing your arms you turned to him to talk "Oh you know dont have a ride so i just figured id walk to Steve's" you say laughing a little bit. "You know you could have called me, I would have picked you up in a heartbeat" he says smiling at you with that devilish grin he wore so proudly. "Oh i just figured you had a Hellfire meeting today so i didn't want to bother you" You say obviously lying to him. "But you know that we dont have hellfire meetings on Friday" dropping his smile and squinting his eyes at you. Oh fuck how where you going to get your ass out of this one. "Well I just figured you would have had a campaign or something to do" you said hoping that he wouldn't catch on. "No i did not, but dont you still have the schedule from when you where in hellfire?".

Yes its no surprise that when you where dating Billy Hargrove that he had told you about a drug dealer by the name of Eddie the freak Munson. He had taken you along with him on one of his runs and that was the first time you ever met Eddie, since then you two along with your other friends you have practically been inseparable. After you had broken up with Billy you had seen that there was a new or at least you thought new club at the school called Hellfire. When you got there it was filled with your usual geeks, weirdos and losers but one had stood out among the rest, Eddie. He wasn't like the other people there, the others had good grades and smarts and his was well... questionable. After that first meeting that you went to he started taking you home after school and picking you up in the mornings, you dont know what had changed but one day he didn't show up and you just figured that he was done with you. since then you only really see him at the little party's that your friends throw, and sometimes a casual friendly wave in the hallways but your not as close as you once where.

"Well i'm here now right, you should hop in you seem... cold" he said looking at you, you where visibly shivering and teeth chattering as you spoke. You thought about saying no because you didn't want to make things weird but then if you didn't then you would probably catch hypothermia so you decided getting in was the best option. As you got in you had uncrossed your arms to pull yourself inside, forgetting about your outfit malfunction. Eddie had seen your chest through your shirt as he looked a you getting in and something changed inside of him. He wasn't the smiling Eddie that had just offered you a ride, no he wasn't even looking at you and he was barley even talking to you when you tried to make conversation, why?

The drive to Steve's was silent, Eddie had turned down the music when he stopped to talk to you then jut never turned it up again. You looked out the window and sighed, he noticed and looked over at you. Seeing that you where still shivering. "I uh have a shirt in the back if you want to wear it. its kinda old and ive worn it before but it might be warmer" he said still looking over at you. "Are you sure? I mean i'm fine in this" you said teeth chattering and still shivering. "Yeah sure you are princess" he said scoffing and looking back at the road. "okay okay where is it?" you said climbing into the back, you had a skirt on and you ass was practically in his face when he looked in his rear view mirror. "well they dont call it a rear view mirror for nothing" he mumbled "its next to that pile of blankets on the floor" he said noticing a tightening in his jeans as he adjusted them a little to be more comfortable.

You wiggled your ass while looking for the shirt unaware of what you where doing to Eddie "where-Oh wait i found it!" you said picking up the shirt and looking at it. It was an old iron maiden tee-shirt, black unlike the one you had on, it matched your skirt perfectly. As you went to take off your shirt and change you had forgotten you had no bra on, so you did what any reasonable person would do .You put it on over your soaking wet tee-shirt and tried to take off your skin tight white turtleneck under the other tee-shirt. It went horribly, meanwhile Eddie had parked at Steve's house already and noticed that you where... struggling so he decided to offer you some help.

"Hey princess need some help?" he said as he crawled in next to you. "No i got it!" you said even though you defiantly did not have it. Your turtleneck had shrunk in the washer to begin with so it was already tight and now you had to take it off under another tee-shirt without accidentally flashing your best friend. "No you dont, just hold still let me help you" he said as he reached out to tug on the bottom of the iron maiden tee-shirt. As you where still trying to take off the sleeves you felt him grab your left sleeve and start pulling it. Afterwards he helped you with your right sleeve and then the hard part. You had done your hair and make up so nicely and didn't want to ruin it so you held your hands in front of your face as he pulled the neck up and over your head. "Sorry about your hair" he said trying to help smooth it down for you. "Its okay" You said smiling at him "Thank you".

As you walked up to Steve's front door he came out. "Jesus i was wondering where you guys have been, been waiting for you guys for like 20 minutes!". "Well were here now aren't we?" you said stomping into the house with a pissy tone. "Shes not happy that i messed up her hair" Eddie mumbled to Steve. "Oh messed up her hair now?" Steve said with a grin and wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie. "Not like that man come on" Eddie scoffed as he moved past Steve to follow you. Meanwhile you where in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin, talking about Nancy getting married. "Alright so now that everyone is here we can start the movie" Steve said grabbing the popcorn and drinks. "So what movie did you pick out for us this time big boy?" you said as you plopped yourself right in between him and Robin. "Risky Business" He said smirking over at you, god was it going to be a long night.

Eddie had sat down right next to Steve, Nancy and Johnathan had shared the love seat. Everything was going fine till the sex scene came on. You felt Steve's hand creep on your thigh but when you turned to look at him his eyes where glued to the TV, but Eddie's weren't. He was staring right back at you with heavy lids and his tongue licking his bottom lip. "Oh fuck were out of popcorn" Steve said "Ill make some more, you just stay right there" You said getting up and grabbing the bowl out of Steve's lap. As you walked to the kitchen you thought you herd someone behind you but when you looked back no one was there. Oh well you thought to yourself but as you rounded the corner Eddie was standing right there.

"How did you get in front of me?" you questioned him. "Oh you know i'm a ninja" he said jokingly. "Yeah right, you a ninja? Next to Robbin your the clumsiest person i know" you said as you put the popcorn bag in the microwave. You turned and leaned on the counter and stared at Eddie. "Why aren't you out there watching the movie with everyone else?" You said looking a bit confused. "Eh its not my favorite, plus ive already seen it so you know" he said leaning on the kitchen island across from you. "Yeah I dont know i mean i like it, plus tom cruise is hot" You say getting the popcorn out of the microwave and putting it into the bowl. "Oh yeah and why is that?" he says looking at you. "Because he has nice hair and nice hair turns me on" You said this time getting closer to his face then leaving.

When you returned to the living room Steve had moved closer to Robin so now there was only space next to him where Eddie was sitting. As you sat down Eddie had squeezed himself in right next to you, man spreading. You couldn't help but look down at his legs, you saw a bulge. You had herd stories about how big he was but you didn't realize that it was true. You forgot that you where staring then Eddie had caught on. "See something you like there princess?" he said whispering into your ear. you quickly looked up but it was already too late he knew. You tried to turn away but his hand came up to your jaw forcing you to look at him, you whimpered but only loud enough for him to hear. He bit his lip and looking into his dark pools of eyes you stared. but then you felt Steve's hand on your thigh again breaking your little staring contest with Eddie.

You looked over at Steve but this time he was looking back at you. He bit his lip a little then started to drag his hand up further, but just as you thought it couldn't get any better you felt another hand. It was Eddie's ,now you where stuck with both of your best friends hands on your thighs. Not waning to make things awkward you got up to use the bathroom. You stayed in there until you herd the ending credits come on. When you walked out Nancy and Johnathan where passed out and Robin was nodding off next to Steve. "Alright its time for bed i guess" Steve said as no body but Robbin said anything in response. "Hey do you have any shorts i can barrow this isn't very comfy to wear to bed" You said asking Steve. "Uh yeah up in my closet theirs some old gym shorts you can barrow" He said laying out blankets for everyone.

Steve was a nice friend he always had been, Ever since he sat next to you in biology class you two just clicked. You didn't like Tommy and Carol though, they where assholes to you always making fun of your hair or outfits or what ever else they could find. Your relationship with him wasn't always like this though, not until last spring when you and Steve had hooked up after prom because both of your dates ditched you. After that it got well...Weird, you started hanging out in groups because with the two of you it was just awkward. After school you'd make out with Billy in his car at lovers lake but never dared to go further than just over the clothes. You liked Billy but not that much, You had never slept with anyone until Steve so obviously you have a bit of a soft spot for him.

As you put on Steve's shorts and headed back downstairs you start to think about Eddie and how much you two have done together too. Never as much as you and Steve but you've shared a drunken kiss once or twice. As you got back to the living room you saw everyone lying on the floor and couches, trying to figure out where you should sleep you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Eddie "You can sleep with me if you want, Ill keep you warm" He said smiling a little bit. "Okay" You said getting on your knees to lay down, You two where behind the couch which you thought was a bit odd but you didn't care too much.

As he laid down next to you, you covered yourself up with the blanket because you where cold, it was big enough for the two of you but only if you where extremely close. As you started to scoot backwards you noticed that Eddie had turned towards you and you where now rubbing against his very prominent hard on. You kept trying to get warm by rubbing up against him but you just ended up making your situation worse. He grabbed your hip with one hand to try and make you stay still but you where still trying to move. "Are you trying to kill me here?" He whispered into your ear as his breath hitched in his throat. "What no, why would i do that?" you said trying to change the subject. "You know why, You've been torturing me all day princess dont act like you dont know what your doing to me." He said almost sounding in pain. "I dont know what your talking about" you said trying to act innocent. "Oh really you dont know? I'm talking about this" He said as he started to grind into you. "All of this just because you where cold" He said as he stopped grinding. This was going to be one long night.

Part 2 coming soon!

[meowlod]

furina x fem!reader | a quick love confession.

warnings: none, a lot of fluff and comforting.

- “Hi.“

- ”Hi, Focalors!“

- ”Just call me Furina..“

- ”..Sorry, Furina. How are you? Is everything fine now?“

Waiting, until you heard a notification sound after a few minutes.

- ”Oh, uh, yeah. Um. Can we hang out, please?“

You smile at her text message and reply back with a photo of yourself in your comfy bed.

- ”Of course! Just come over, I have comfortable blankets if needed.“

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Hours later after waiting, you hear a ring at your door, and you smile excitedly as you run towards the door, opening it with a happy face until your face drops to concern to see Furina with tired eyes, bags under them, wet hair from the cold rain, slightly shaking. You will not let a pretty princess like her live in this weather!

You quickly pull her by her wrist gently and walk towards your bedroom while Furina takes off her jacket in the walk. Her lips crack a tired smile as she sits down next to you in your bed, you feel the wetness of her clothes as she hugs your waist and puts her head on your shoulder in order to calm herself down.

”…Sorry if i appeared like this. It was raining a lot, and I forgot to bring, um…my umbrella.“

Her voice is slightly mumbled, but you hear the tiredness in her voice as you caress her head and play with her hair, gently taking off her clothes after gaining permission and bringing her comfy pajamas. She sits on the bed in underwear while she waits.

”Here. These might be more comfortable. I‘ll put your clothes into the washing machine, don‘t worry.“ You smile and bring her the pajamas before laying down on the bed, looking away to give her more privacy to put on the pajamas.

After she had put them on, she lays down next to you and hugs your body like you‘re sorta like a big teddy bear. From the affection, you chuckle and cuddle her back, grabbing the tv remote before turning on the TV, putting on a acting show. Furina smiles and watches with you, gently stroking your shoulder without even really noticing until she stopped after hearing your voice.

“..Furi? Is everything okay?“ Oh, that nickname you gave her. She loves it.

”…! O—oh! No, no no. Everything is fine. Sorry..i just..I needed more comfort, nothing much, really.“ She replied back with a much more nervous voice that makes you feel a little suspicious. But why? Does she perhaps..have a crush on you?

”…Furina?“

”…”

She sighs and carefully breathes in and out slowly, almost replying with something that would get you shocked and something that you would have actually kind of expected. She was more clingy with you nowadays.

”…I..“

You wait, heart beating faster.

”Ugh..I..It‘s nothing, I just had some memories of the past. i‘m sorry.“

Filled with disappointment, you give her a reassuring smile to see if she will tell you the actual truth. “Furina..please, just tell me. I‘ll always listen to you.“

”…I…ah..“

Closing her eyes before she finally talks.

”I….love you..I— oh— I….yes, I do. I do..I love you.“

There it is. Your cheeks form a blush before you excitedly smile and give her a affectionate kiss to show her the affection that she needs. Furina blushes as well, face becoming fully red but still kisses you back, hugging your body even tighter starting to make it a little hard to breathe, but it‘s okay.

”I was kind of expecting it, my love. You get more clingy each time we meet.“

My love? You‘re going to get her even more flustered and embarrassed, yet she loves that you called her that.

”O—oh, really? Sorry….I guess i just can get super clingy.“

She sheepishly smiles, looking away from you to stop herself from getting red every time she sees your pretty face. Oh, how she would love to look at your face for hours and not get bored. You got a clingy girlfriend now, and you won‘t mind.

You turn off the TV, taking Furina back in your arms before closing your eyes after being awake for too long. Furina‘s the small spoon, and you are the big one. It could change the next day.

Before you drift off into a peaceful sleep, you both mumble two things to each other before falling into a deep slumber.

”When I wrap my arms around you, I really, really never want to let go…“

”Mm. If only you knew how much those little moments with you matter to me.“

[tofulikesmala]

Genshin men with a kairi type reader

Notes: this was a request that I got but I accidentally deleted it because I thought it would be saved as a draft and it didn’t so I wrote halfway and accidentally deleted it. If I remember correctly it was 🦇🩷 anon? Anyways I hope you find this post, I thank you for being my first requester and I apologise for writing this late. I would also like to mention that I don’t know who the fuck kairi is so I had to do some research, and I apologise if she’s ooc. And I’m gonna say I don’t know that much about wriothesley so it’s kinda short

Who?: alhaitham, Xiao, Neuvillette, Wriothesley (if there was anyone I forgot, please do message me again so I could write!

genre: fluff (platonic)

reader is around 14-16

Xiao

Well, I don’t know how the frikity frack how you managed to get this guy to give a fuck about you but let’s say you do. Well, he would be passive aggressive. Like example it rains, you are drenched because you forgot to bring an umbrella, so you call out his name. Xi- he’s there. You can practically hear him roll his eyes and sighing internally as he sees you drenched. He pulls you towards him as he mutters foolish mortal under his breath as he teleports you to wangshu inn with him. And with a bit of magic once you arrive there he throws a towel on your face and leaves. But hey he cares! When he discovers your dairy and doodles he scoffs as he asks you what was the purpose of it. You smile gently at him as you explain your purpose. But as someone who has lived so long, of course he doesn’t understand. He would act as if he doesn’t care, but expect to find your dairy missing because he’s gonna read everything💀. Onto another topic. Somehow…. He’s attracted to your liveliness. How energetic you are, and how even though you’re weaker at him, your eyes would be filled with determination to keep him safe as well. All in all, Xiao cherishes you deep inside.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham well….is probably worse than Xiao. In my opinion. But he’s much more true in showing his protective side, after all he sees you as a little sibling. Whenever danger arises, he would be those kind of guy to put a protective arm around you, shielding you from any harm. He admires your courage when he sees you wanting to fight, not wanting him to get hurt as well. But he probably dismisses it as stupidity instead. Now… onto him discovering your dairy and doodles

Alhaitham walks into your room, realizing you’re not there. He sits on your bed, waiting for you to come. He notices something in the corner of his eye. He turns his head slightly as he sees a book opened lying face down on the bed. He picks it up as he wonders “what do we have here” he reads it, to find out it was your dairy, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle when he saw your cute doodles. When you opened the door, your face flushed as you saw alhaitham reading your dairy. Looking at you, alhaitham places the book back down and says “pardon me, but the curiosity got the better of me”

Neuvillette

This man would probably be the one who shows the most protectiveness out of all. After losing two good friends, he intends to lose none more. He always brushes you aside when you want to fight along side him. Your beautiful, cheerful and energetic nature just brightens up his day. He sees you as a friend, a young child who shouldn’t see the dangers of the world yet. Someone he must protect. He’s never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you 😔. Now, where he discovers the dairy and doodles

I’m lazy so let’s say he found it by chance. He gently flips through the pages, smiling as he sees your cute doodles on your dairy. He reads through your everyday life. Warmth filled his heart as he decides, that’s he’s going to make your life much more interesting. As he sees you, he smiles warmly and says “ah, I have invaded your privacy, have I not? I would like to apologise.” He stands up, looking down on you (because we’re short :( ) “Shall we go out for a walk?”

Wriothesley

Well, he grew up in an orphanage, he’s good with kids. Meaning he’s good with you. He’d be that one really caring brother, but he can be such a tease sometimes. With both of your personalities, you guys would click and get along really well💀👍

Let’s just say y’all are talking in your room and he sees your dairy. “Oooo what do we have here?” He grins as he picks up the dairy. Your face turns to one of panic as you tried to take it away from him, only to have his strong arms push away your head gently as he reads it out “Today I blablablablabla” only to leave your faces flushed with embarrassment as he continued to read your dairy. His eyes widen as he chances upon a doodle of him. “Aww this is so cute” as he ruffles your hair. Your groan at him. “Can I have it back already?” He shuts the book with a satisfying thud as he stands up, the book still in his hands. “Nope! I’m gonna read it all!” He smirks at you before exiting the room.

[legolasbadass]

Italian Holiday, Part II

Summary: A few weeks before Richard leaves for Boston, he and Lorelei go on holiday in Italy to make the most of the summer and the time they have left together.

This story takes between the penultimate and last chapter of Office Hours and contains major spoilers for that story, so make sure you read it first!

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 2.8K

Rating: T

A/N: Thank you for the lovely comments! Given the interest in this little story, here's another chapter:)

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The sun is already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the room through the pale, billowing curtains when I wake the next morning. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I stretch, feeling the pleasant soreness in my muscles—a reminder of the passionate night we shared. Rolling over, I stretch out my hand towards Richard, but the space next to me is empty. I frown, but just as I sit up on the bed, I notice him making his way toward me from the kitchen, two mugs in his hands. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed and hands me one mug. “How did you sleep?” 

I take a long sip of tea, which he has prepared exactly to my liking, then smile at him. “I slept very well. You?” 

“Same here. Though it did get quite warm at one point…” he answers with a playful twinkle in his eyes, causing me to chuckle.

“It’s not my fault your chest is so comfortable,” I say sheepishly. 

Richard grins before he leans in to kiss me, his beard gently scratching my skin. 

“What time is it?” I ask, stifling a yawn.

“Just past ten.” 

“Oh, you should have woken me up earlier!” 

“Well, I only woke up myself around thirty minutes ago,” he explains, taking a sip of his coffee. “Plus, I figured we could both take it slow this morning. We had a long day yesterday… and a long night.” 

Warmth floods my cheek as I gaze back into his deep blue eyes. “So, are we going to the beach this morning?” 

He chuckles at the obvious change of subject. “Absolutely! I believe you were supposed to bring a very revealing bikini for the occasion?” 

I playfully push his shoulder. “I brought a bikini. Well, two, actually. And they both offer nice coverage.” He pouts. “The girls need some support.” 

“I’ll support them for you.” 

I burst out laughing. “Get your head out of the gutter, Armitage.” 

Smirking, Richard leans in and kisses me once more, his lips soft and slow against mine. Unable to resist him, I deepen the kiss, parting my lips as I caress the line of his bearded jaw with my fingertips, but then my stomach growls indiscreetly, and he pulls away with a chuckle.

“I should get some breakfast in you.” He raises a hand to tuck a tangled lock behind my ear. “We forgot to stop by the shop yesterday—can you make it to the nearest cafe?” 

In response, I playfully bite his hand. 

He laughs. “Alright, we better hurry, then.” 

Smiling to myself, I watch him rise from the bed, grateful that he did not seem to think it necessary to wear anything more than his boxers. After getting dressed, we make our way to the nearest cafe, a charming spot on the corner of a narrow street a few minutes away from our flat. We enjoy delicious pastries and coffee in the shade of the colourful terraced houses, then walk toward the beach, which is already crowded with sunbathers and swimmers. My feet sink into the warm sand, and though it is not yet noon, my whole body already feels sticky from the heat. Luckily, we soon find two vacant sunbeds under a large beach umbrella. 

I take off my dress after laying out my towel on one of the sunbeds, feeling Richard’s gaze on me, but before I can reach for the sunscreen, he takes it from our bag and gestures for me to turn around, causing me to chuckle. I could easily do this myself, of course, but why would I refuse him when he eagerly volunteers? In any case, I know his intentions are not entirely selfless, especially when one of his large hands lingers over my bum before playfully squeezing it as he presses a kiss onto my temple. 

“Richard!” I exclaim, though I cannot help but giggle. “Anyone could see you!” 

“Let them,” he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and pulling me flush against him. “Then they’ll know you’re my girlfriend and stop staring at you.”

I turn my head to look up at him and raise my eyebrows questioningly. 

“That guy keeps ogling you,” he explains with a nod toward a man sitting a few feet away from us. 

“Someone is feeling a little possessive today,” I say teasingly before reaching for the sunscreen. “Alright, my turn now.”

I take my time applying Richard’s sunscreen, lingering on all particularly tempting spots—his broad shoulders, his pectorals, lightly dusted with hair, and the dimple at the base of his spine—then sink onto my sunbed and reach for my book.

“What are you doing?” Richard asks, standing in front of the sun above me so that he appears to be glowing and the tips of his hair turn golden. 

“Reading?” I answer with a chuckle. 

“Don’t you want to swim?” 

“Soon!” I reply, unable to hide my smile at the adorable frown marking his face. “I just want to read another chapter or two.”

“Am I going to be second to that book all week?” 

“If you hadn’t kept me up so late last night I probably would have made it past the cliffhanger already.” 

“Hm, I don’t remember hearing much complaining from you.” 

I shake my head, then lean back in the chair and cover my blush with my book. “I’ll join you soon!”

“You better,” he says, pressing a fleeting kiss atop my head before running off toward the water, offering me a pleasant view of his muscled back, glowing in the sun. 

I am still smiling when I start reading the next chapter, but to my dismay, I struggle to concentrate on the words, for though yesterday, the exhaustion from travel and the beauty of the city had easily distracted me, my mind now unwittingly turns back to work. I had hoped to receive news of a submission I made for an upcoming book before the beginning of our holiday, but I have yet to hear back from the editors, and the fear of rejection is slowly becoming overwhelming. I should probably be used to this by now, but the pressure has only worsened as I progress in my career, and though I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world for thinking it, Richard’s fast-approaching departure for Boston does not help matters. I am incredibly proud of him, but seeing all these incredible opportunities come his way only makes me more anxious about my prospects. But I know how stupid and unfair it is to think this way, so I try to shake it off. 

Eventually, I manage to focus on the story, and the sounds of the crowded beach fade away, though it does not take long before a cold hand on my arm pulls me back from reality, causing me to jump. 

Richard laughs at my reaction, then again when I playfully slap him. “Sorry, love,” he says, though he is still smiling widely. 

When he sits down next to me, his wet thigh brushes against mine, causing me to shiver. 

“You’re gonna get me all wet!” I say, giggling as I try to push him away. 

In response, he leans in even closer. Water trickles down from his hair and beard onto my bare stomach, making me gasp before he leans in to attach his lips to mine in a sea-salted kiss. Within seconds, I forget all about my book and leave it aside on the chair to bury my hands in his wet hair, but it is impossible to forget about our surroundings, as the sound of crashing waves mingles with the hubbub of laughter and shouting across the beach, and Richard pulls away much too soon for my liking. 

“You have to come in the water—it’s so nice!” 

“Alright, alright,” I chuckle, rising from the sunbed and taking his outstretched hand, hoping his company will be able to distract me. 

We make our way through the crowd of towels and sunbeds, and then, smirking, I let go of Richard’s hand and call out, “Last one in the water pays for dinner!” 

Richard’s eyes widen for a split second before he grins and takes off after me. I dash through the sand, laughing as I hear him gaining on me. But just as I reach the water’s edge, he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground, ignoring my protests as he runs and tumbles into the water, dragging me with him into the cold embrace of the sea. 

“Richard!” I squeal when I resurface a few seconds later, laughing as I wipe the water off my face. 

He flashes me a wide, boyish grin in response, his hair slicked back and the drops in his beard shining in the bright sun. 

Shaking my head, I lean back into the water and close my eyes, my hair floating around me like seaweed in the gentle ripples. “Now how are we going to know who lost?” 

“Hm, I think I’ll gladly keep paying for dinner if losing means getting this view.” 

I open my eyes and look down from the cloudless sky to find Richard staring unabashedly at my cleavage, and I burst out laughing and splash him. 

 “Pervert!” 

He splashes me in return, then takes advantage of the distraction to wrap his arms around me and pull me close. Laughter sparkles in his eyes, and I soon lose myself in his gaze and forget all about my plans for retaliation when he leans in to caress my mouth with salt-kissed lips, his wet nose brushing against mine. Tightening his hold on me, he urges me to wrap my legs around his waist as he cups my rear with his hands. Now holding me afloat, he allows me to forget about everything other than his lips, soft like the water caressing our bodies and warm like the sun above our heads. I kiss him back with equal tenderness and fervour, drowning in his passion until my lungs are starved for air. When we reluctantly break the kiss eons later, gasping, Richard nuzzles my neck, his breath warm against my damp skin.

“I could stay like this forever,” he speaks into the crook of my neck, his muffled voice against my wet skin sending a little shiver down my spine.

“I couldn’t—the water is a little cold,” I reply, giggling as I bury one hand in his wavy hair. Richard chuckles and then falls silent, so I tentatively broach a subject he has been avoiding for the past few days. “So… I hear it’s a special someone’s birthday in a few days. Any special requests?” 

“Just more of this,” he says, kissing my neck. “But maybe you could take this off,” he adds, playing with the strap of my bikini. “It’s in my way a little.” 

“Richard, I’m being serious!” I say though I cannot hold back my laughter. 

He looks up to meet my gaze. “You know I don’t care for birthdays.” 

“I know but… I want it to be special!” 

“It will be. Just you and me, in this beautiful town. Great food, great sex.” I chuckle at the playful twinkle in his eyes. “And most of all, not having to worry or even think about work.” 

Suddenly, the knot in my chest I have been trying so hard to ignore tightens its hold on me, and I bite my lip. It is probably a lot easier for him not to think about work, I think in spite of myself. He who knows his next step, who has been offered this incredible opportunity that will surely bring many more incredible opportunities his way, while I am anxiously waiting to hear back from editors regarding a submission I made months ago. 

“What’s wrong?” Richard asks with a frown.

Damn my expressive features. “Nothing.” 

“You had a look on your face—the one you get when you’re overthinking,” he adds with a teasing smile, though concern softens his eyes. 

“I’m just… trying to think of something really special for your birthday. It’s the first time we’re celebrating it together—I have to do it right.” 

He sighs, though a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Alright, but nothing too crazy, ok? And please don’t get restaurant staff to sing happy birthday to me.” 

“Oh, no—that’s the worst!” I laugh, though I cannot quite shake off the tightness in my chest. “Do you want to head back and grab some lunch? I’m getting hungry,” I say after a moment, recalling the trattoria selling the most mouth-watering pizzas we passed by last night. 

“So am I—how about pizza?” Richard suggests. 

“You read my mind,” I reply with a chuckle. 

***

Later that day, after enjoying one too many slices of pizza, we step back into our rented flat, exhausted from the heat but still laughing at the American couple sitting next to us at the restaurant who tried to order fettucini alfredo—a delicacy, they tried to convince us after the waiter walked way rolling his eyes, no doubt cursing them in Italian under his breath. 

“God, you really shouldn’t have let me eat that last slice,” I groan as I sink into one of the armchairs. 

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Richard chuckles. 

“Who else’s fault would it be?” 

Richard shakes his head, though his eyes sparkle in amusement. “Alright, I really need a shower—care to join me?” 

“Absolutely,” I respond, smiling when he leans in to press a lingering kiss in the crook of my neck. “Go ahead, I’ll join you in a minute.” 

He smirks and presses another kiss to my neck before heading towards the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he goes. I watch him for a moment, admiring the way his muscles move under his skin, then sigh as I stand to retrieve my laptop from my bag. I do not expect to have received a response regarding my paper, but I need to see the proof of it. Otherwise, I will not be able to think about anything else.

But to my surprise, amidst the dozens of administrative emails from the university, I see that I have in fact received an email from the editors. My heart thumps wildly in my chest, and it takes me a few moments to gather the courage to open the email. Then I freeze.

Dear Dr. Browning, we regret to inform you that your paper has not been accepted for this edited collection. However, this is an exemplary work of scholarship, and we highly encourage you to submit it elsewhere. 

“Sweetheart, are you coming?”

I hasten to close my laptop and turn around to see him standing outside the bathroom, naked but for a towel wrapped around his waist. “You watching porn or something?” he teases me, nodding at my laptop. 

I manage to chuckle, but then he walks over to me and reaches for my laptop. 

“Richard—” 

“You’re looking at your work emails?” When I do not say anything, he leans in to press a lingering kiss on my shoulder. “I thought we agreed not to think about work during this holiday,” he says softly, a touch of admonishment behind his concern. 

“I just had to check something,” I say, unable to keep the edge from my tone. 

Richard frowns. “I just want to make sure you’re really taking the time to relax. You work too hard—” 

“I just had to check something quickly, alright?” I snap, then, before I can stop myself, I add, “And, you know, not all of us can actually afford to take that much time off.” 

“Of course, you can afford a break, sweetheart.” 

“It’s not that easy! You can afford to take a break, but I’m still an early career researcher—I have to put myself out there and get my work published.” 

He steps away from me with a sigh. “Where is this coming from? I thought we both wanted to go on holiday—to take a break and ignore work and just be together before I leave for Boston. Isn’t that what you wanted as well?” 

“Of course, I want that!” I exclaim. “But—don’t you see? You have this great opportunity coming up to work with a leading scholar in your field, but I’m still only starting out. I don’t get offers like that handed to me—” 

“That’s not fair, Lorelei,” he interjects, now clearly irritated. “You make it sound like I don’t have to work hard.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“You can’t be mad at me because we’re at different points in our careers and I have more experience.” 

“I’m not mad, I—” I groan, shaking my head. “You know what, never mind.” 

Richard stares at me, his jaw clenched. “Fine,” he says after a moment before heading toward the bathroom. 

I do not have time to say or do anything before the door slams shut, followed by the unfamiliar sound of the lock, leaving me alone in the room, feeling even more guilty and anxious than before. 

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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 736: The night of the training camp

Pag 1

2: Who is it? Someone is there....

3: …. rain

At the training camp.....

4: An umbrella....

Pag 2

1: Yo, Onoda

3: …. Te

…. ah..... Te

Pag 3

1: Teshima-san!!

Have you been well?

It's been a while, we haven't seen each other since my graduation

Pag 4

1: Waa- Teshi- Teshima-san! Di you come here on puropose to see ho-how things are going!?

Have you- have you been woll too, Teshima-san!?

Yeah, as usual – woll? (haha)

2: So-sorry this is so sudden and I'm so surprised! Co-come in!!

You do seem very surprised

3: You can put your shoes here, and your umbrealla here

Yeah, I know. I've had the training camp here for three years, too, after all

4: Ahh... but, it started to rain so suddenly

Good thing I had a spare umbrella in the car

5: Sorry I came here so suddenly

Pag 5

1: I thought you guys would have “prepared” if I had contacted you beforehand

2: Training camp is busy, you can't waste even one minute of these four days. I know how busy you are

When a senpai comes in the middle of that, it makes you waste too much time

3: … Teshima-san

4: Bu.... but, it's not a waste

Uhm- ah- we really owe you so much, Teshima-san! 5: And alos, at last year's Inter High.... uhm

6: I think we could win thanks to you, Teshima-san!!

Pag 6

1: Thank you

When you say it with such earnest eyes, I'm happy to think you really mean it

2: No no, I mean, it's true!! On the mountain during the first day... and of course the mountain stage on the third day...

Ahh, I did win that

Yeah well, it's beacause of that....

3: Ah- uhm, dammit I forgot to offer you some tea.... is the tea from the vending machine okay?

Ehi ehi, it's okay. You choose

Huh!?

4: I came all the way here, let me be your senpai

Pag 7

2: Teshima.... san

3: Than-

4: yo-

Waa- Onoda!!

5: My- my bad

So- sorry, this kind of things....

You're really not good at them... I forgot....

Pag 8

1: I see, so Danchiku.... and Sugimoto, too....

2: Yes

3: Well, you have no choice but to watch over them

Yes

6: That's what I intend to do!!

Pag 9

1: You got the “face of a third year”, Onoda

You change like that, when others count on you as a “third year”, your face....

2: Taking good care of the others isn't the only role of a third year

Sometimes, turning them down, or turning your back to them is also important

Just like Makishima-san once did

3: with you

6: Even so, you chased Makishima-san's back and admired him

Pag 10

1: Kohai watch their senpai's back and grow!!

2: If you slack off, they slack off

3: If you work hard, they imitate you

Pag 11

1: If you smile, they smile

2: Who's that guy, teh

He's talking with senpai.... here in the back

How can I know!!

But, he's smirking and has long hair, he's suspicious

4: Earlier, you said that last year's Inter High was thanks to me- what about this year's Inter High?

Thanks to whom will they work hard this year?

6: You

Pag 12

1: This time, it's your turn to become the object of their admiration

Pag 13

1: Onoda

3: That's what brings Sohoku together!!

4: That guy his Onoda-san!!

Do you think we should go there and help him, teh!?

No, wait, now he's stroking his neck!?

5: Honestly, choosing the members is hard

You trouble yourself, pace around, and still you'll have no answer

Ah-

6: But the important thing isn't how it was decided but “who you decided”

Pag 14

1: If you find the answer to “who” after worrying about it a lot, everyone will accept it and move forward

2: …. Teshima-san....

3: Uhm... how did you know that that's what I was worrying about....

I'm the former captain, am I not? Also, it's written on your face

Ah-

4: He wants to strangle him ike that!? That guy with shaggy hair!!

Ahh- this is bad, teh, we have to protect Back-gate-slope-san!!

5: Let's go!! Don't hesitate, Rokudai!!

Yeah, teh....!!

6: Eh!?

Huh?

Pag 15

2: Huh!?

Senpai, let's get away

3: Who are you!? Back-gate-slope-sa.... What do you want to do to Onoda-san!!

Pag 16

5: In the confusion I called him by his real name, “Onoda-san”, teh!! Sorry!!

6: Unathorized people shouldn't be able to enter, it's reserved!!

Right!! Shaggy-hair!!

Rokudai-kun!? Kinaka-kun!?

7:  N-no, you two got it wrong-

8: Onoda....

Pag 17

1: You're really protecting your team members with all your strength

2: Eh-

3: Since you're protecting them, they're protecting you, too

4: What's your name

Yessir, my name is Rokudai Renta- no wait, that's not right!!

5: Huh

6: Since I'm protecting them.... with all my strength.....!!

Pag 18

2: Rokudai, if

Huh!? What

If you clear this training camp and get chosen as a member for the Inter High

Huh!?

3:  Protect Onoda like this with all your strength

Pag 19

1: Huh

…. yes

2: Idiot, Rokudai, don't let your guard down just because of those sweet words!!

Ah!! That's right, teh!!

I'll introduce you: this is Teshima Junta-san

You have some goos first years!

He graduated last year and is now an university student, but

3: He's the former Sohoku captain

4: Cap....

I was nominated captain by Teshima-san

5: ta....in?

Pag 20

1: We- we- we're so sorry!!

It's nothing

2: We did that, teh....!!

To- to such an important senpai!!

3: Ah.... uh... thank you for your work!! What brings such an important senpai like you here?

He came to encourage us

4: Ah also, I brought

6: some new pedals for Onoda!!

[mishkakagehishka]

Hey Korka I saw a thing so of course I have to shu-ify it because it can fit this idiot who never says what he actually thinks unless it's strictly necessary.

Anyway thinking about something going wonky with some thing or other and being able to hear Shu's inner voice... Like getting to hear his actual feelings with a sort of echo effect after he says his usual harsh words... Maybe using that to your advantage to tease him a little bit and fluster him while making it not completely obvious so he doesn't evaporate on the spot

I think we don't have to really use any logic because "Well, we just want to see it happen!!" is enough. For the sake of an argument, let's imagine uhhhhhhh [checks notes] the time and space matter is falling apart because of the perpetual timeloop and it's showing in the fact that Shu's thoughts are now shared with whoever he's speaking to in the moment. We could bring up the idea of a soulmate AU, but I won't torture you tonight.

idk the word count i wrote it directly in post (so no spellchecker! should be fun!!) and i . didn't really plan on doing that.

Shu's usual biting remarks - something that takes lots of getting used to, and even then can hurt quite a lot. It's not like he wants to be mean, but that's how he comes across to most. To most, with a few notable exceptions, to most except to those who, after all, know him.

But it takes practice to know how to translate Shu's words, to know that his "Even a child could do it" doesn't necessarily mean you're stupid so you should be able to do it - it doesn't mean that he considers you on the level of the imaginary child he is mentioning, but that he expects someone of your skills and knowledge to be able to breeze through it. To know that his scoffs and "Don't bother me" and "I'm only doing this because it'd be an inconvenience to me otherwise" are just ways of masking his own care for you. That his scoffs are to hide his smiles, his shooing of you just a way to make sure he's not distracted by wanting to talk to you, that he just cannot come clean about his true intentions - it's not in his nature to show vulnerability.

And one day, all that practice, all that difficulty is just. Gone. And suddenly you have access to Shu's inner thoughts. How? Who knows. The author doesn't particularly care, either. But the reality is that you were left sitting in your seat, listening to Shu berating you for not bringing an umbrella, yet very much hearing the echo of, what would I do if you got sick? Why do you always insist on worrying me like this? And how were you supposed to pair it to "Are you a moron? Do you not check the weather like an adult before leaving the house?!"

Easily. By batting your eyelashes at him, by saying, "Sorry, did I worry you?" He paused in his berating, mid-sentence, mid-calling-you-an-imbecile. Eyes widened, mouth still left half-open. Is that the faintest rosiness of a blush you see on his cheeks? "Don't be ridiculous. Whether you get sick or not is none of my business, but think about the work you'd be pushing onto others because of your lack of care. It is highly irresponsible." Yet the echo was panicking. Panicking! Screaming, is it that obvious? Am I that obvious? I don't look worried, do I? You may have just found your entertainment for today.

"Well, I just forgot my umbrella. I'm sorry, but I don't think I deserve to be called names for it," you defended yourself, just wanting to see if he'd think anything vaguely remorseful. "I'm simply stating facts. Forgetting such a trivial thing makes you seem dumber than you are." - If you feel bad about being called names, then quit behaving so carelessly.

Well, Shu will always be Shu.

I hate making you feel bad, too. I wish you would smile at me." And wasn't that your perfect sign? Your wonderful cue to shoot him the brightest, most blinding smile known to humanity, in such perfect timing. And as if an arrow had struck him, he froze. Even his thoughts - empty. But he was under your effect, that was certain, with that faint blush easily deepening, splashing his cheeks in a far more noticeable way. In a way that was, quite frankly, very taking-advantage-of-able. "Are you okay? You're looking a bit red?" Don't come closer, don't come closer, don't come closer, DON'T- Of course you came closer. Of course you placed your hand on his forehead, pressing ever so lightly. "Do you have a fever?" "NO! I'm fine. Don't touch me!" Though he attempted to swat your hand away, it was clearly rather low-effort, and your hand remained on his forehead. He almost leaned into it, and you could hear words so unfitting of Shu's voice, yet undeniably in his voice. Ah~ Your hand is so soft... I wish time would stop so you would never pull away... It's so warm... What a capricious man.

"You're burning up, Shu! And you scolded me about getting sick..." "I'm not sick, I told you! Let go this instant!" Please don't let go please don't let go please don't let go "Why don't you move away? Nobody's holding you." Really, nobody was. You only kept your hand on his forehead, but he was free to even just take a single step backwards. But you knew the reason. And he knew the reason as well. The blush spread to the tip of his ears, making him look nothing less than like a rose in bloom. Or an embarrassed tomato. "You're not sick? So what's with your face? You're red all over. Could it be you're embarrassed?" You happily watched his composure crumble, his breathing turn uneven, his eyes trembling. What's happening?

Suddenly, his cheeks were cupped, squished until his mouth was stuck in a pout. A most undignified state that had him scrambling, trying to push your hands away, but ultimately it was a fruitless endeavor. What's happening!??!?! "You're so cute." "UNHAND ME!" But, like a puppy, his thoughts just repeated the compliment over and over. I'm cute... I'm cute...? He seemed to enjoy it, his heart pounding in his ears at the words, at your touch, at how close your faces were. "You're adorable. Do you like it when I compliment you like that?" I love it "You do, don't you? So cute."

A loud smooch to his cheek. And his knees buckled. Pathetically. "Wha-what is the meaning of this? You're behaving most inappropriately and-!" "Are you crying?" "I'm NOT!" He was not... technically. The tears that collected in the corners of his eyes were those of frustration with himself, frustration with the situation. I would want for nothing more than to embrace you and kiss you, but... Even his thoughts hadn't a ready excuse. It was simply not something that would be in his nature. But I could never take the lead with such acts.

And isn't that all you needed to know to grab his face once more, albeit less like a fussy baby's and more gently now, to cup his jaw and press your lips against his? To cradle his face in your hands, to feel his body tensing up for a mere moment, before his arms caught hold of your shoulders, attempting to ground himself. His breathing evening once more, though his heart continued pounding hard enough that you could feel it against your own chest. And his inner monologue nothing but an unending scream of, what you assumed to be, excitement. It probably wouldn't be horror, else he wouldn't have been kissing back as fervently as he was. Pulling away was equally as entertaining as listening to his inner screaming throughout the kiss, rather, watching him quickly trying to mask his softened features back into a frown, getting ready to scold you, but... No words came out.

"You..! You..! You.....!" He tried his best, he really did. I cannot believe you did that i cannot believe we did that that was so good that was great i want to do that again i never want to be away from you i want to hug you more i want to kiss you more i want to "Me? Me? Me?" You mocked, a victorious smile on your face, knowing you had one over him. Him, who was still out of breath, tried as he did to hide it. "You're that into me, huh?" At this point, he had the bright idea to hide his face. "I already saw how red you are, no use hiding it now. Come kiss me again." Peeking through his fingers, no, glaring through his fingers. He pondered on a response for a second, face still heating up, embarrassment still evident. But, for once, his thoughts and words overlapped, "Can I?"

[nixcwen]

➳ rain encounter | kuroo tetsuro

request by anon: Hi, can I request a kuroo x reader, where its raining and she forgot her umbrella, luckily kuroo has an umbrella and offers to walk her home? P.S.- I like your works and the title (is it called that?) of your blog -soft, sweet,serene scenarios- perfectly describes your fics, couldnt have put it better myself. 😊

While the clouds cover the sun, droplets fall to the ground with a little tap, fortunately meek. It was just a drizzle but it doesn’t mean you won’t get wet. After all, when you need your umbrella the most- it’s exactly when you forgot to bring it.

It has been a good few minutes of contemplation, patience, and imagination. Still, the stubborn drizzle refused to go away. As for your imagination, well, none of those who passed by you offered to share their umbrella. They were either people you don’t know or someone with another one.

You held out your hand out of the roof, feeling the continuous tap tap tap, releasing a long sigh after. Oh, well. You thought. Might as well enjoy it.

And so you took a step and looked up at the sky before closing your eyes. The tap you felt in your hands earlier slowly spread into your face. It dropped on your forehead, chin, ‘till your cheek. Then there was none. Confused, you opened your eyes.

“You looked breathtaking under the rain but I thought you might get sick-“ he brought out his handkerchief, handing it to you- “forgot to bring your umbrella?”

You closed and opened your eyes, taken aback by the sudden appearance of your classmate, seatmate, and crush named Kuroo. He was seen as the playful volleyball captain, especially around his team. However, your heart can’t help its beat when he had always been the gentle, thoughtful, and cute seatmate for you. Even more so at this very moment.

“I- yes, I forgot to bring it with me,” you answered, eyes on the handkerchief with eagerness and shyness tearing your mind apart—in the end—he removed the droplets himself and despite the nonchalant face he has on, you were able to notice the tremor of his hands as he gently pats your face.

When he kept the handkerchief back in his pocket, an awkward smile escaped his lips. “Well, I can walk you home- if you’re alright with me, of course.”

"Of course, I am! But would you really walk me home? I mean, wouldn't you be disturbed? You may have some other things to do or maybe my home is far from yours? I don't want to be a nuisance, I can walk by myself, please don't feel obliged or anything, it's just a little rain."

All the while mumbling, your seatmate only has this soft look covering his features. Eyes, although tired, seemed to glimmer. Lips, devoid of teasing smirks and remarks, were replaced by a gentle lift on its corners. His hair, usually notable for its similarity with a rooster's head, was slightly down due to its dampness both from his rigorous practice or the rain, you'd love to know.

With his lighthearted chuckle, you were brought back to reality.

"To reassure you, I won't be disturbed. And, to solve your dilemma, I have more time now that practice is over earlier than usual. I don't mind taking a walk for a mile or two. Come on, let's go?"

"Alright then. Thank you, Kuroo-san!"

As you walk towards your home, it wasn’t a silent and uncomfortable atmosphere that surrounded you both, it was a rather comforting and calm conversation. One that envelopes your heart in warmth, it feels almost as if little butterflies were fluttering their wings inside your ribcage.

“How about we ditch the formalities? You know- we’re the same age, we’ve been seatmates for quite a while now, and we’re even sharing an umbrella as of the moment.”

From tight thinking lips, you decided, “I’ll try. Then let me start with, I guess, calling you Tetsuroo?”

A smile easily escaped his lips.

“That’s better,” Kuroo hummed in thought, “Then, let me call you Y/N."

You nodded with a sheepish smile on your lips.

"By the way, ever heard of what they do to a dead scientist? Hmm… no? It’s actually simple, they barium."

It was hard to keep the chuckle to yourself—not that his joke was hilarious—but it was his attempt of making you smile that you were really fond of.

"Ha! You laughed, I heard that! We're now officially friends, ‘kay?"

"We'll, I-I'm glad," a chuckle erupted from your lips yet again, "so was that some sort of initiation, huh?"

"Yes, it is."

A satisfied smile covered Kuroo's face. Meanwhile, you mindlessly asked.

"How come we never talked like this before?"

There was no sign of stopping. The rain didn't falter for a second. Yet, the sun persisted and displayed itself above the horizon. There was a cold breeze. Yet, warmth seeped into your skin. You heard his answer.

"Cause you never looked my way before."

Appalled by his claim, you replied so fast, slipping in the process.

"Excuse me- what do you mean? When did I ever tear my gaze away from you? I've always looked your way!"

Kuroo stopped in his tracks. You too stopped for a second. However, with the realization that your mouth has betrayed you, you walked with a speed synonymous with one in a marathon.

Let the rain be damned.

Only a person with no shame would confess the first time they had a real conversation with their crush!

"Hey, Y/N, slow down! You'll get sick with what you're doing. Worse, injured. Wait for me, will you?"

"How? I just... I just humiliated myself! AHHH!"

"Give me the chance to join you then!" You stood a few feet away, body turned opposite from Kuroo. The liquid started to soak your clothes. Seconds pass by until there was the familiar physique beside you. He placed the umbrella over your head, shielding you from the rain. "I liked you so much my heart thrums against my chest just by looking at you. Even right now, at this moment, I keep suppressing myself. Will you allow me to express this?"

You looked him in the eye once again. You nodded. A little smile graced your lips.

"If you say so. I will."

His face slowly inched towards you—rain in the backdrop—until you closed your eyes and felt the softness of his lips.

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[venturethighs]

ALPHA FENNEC NONBINARY BUTCH LESBIAN VENTURE, WE LOVE YOU!!!

WE LOVE YOU, ALPHA FENNEC NONBINARY BUTCH LESBIAN VENTURE!!!

THEY COME WITH A BUILT IN STRAP, HURRAY!!!

Anyway, here's the "I got abducted by a rival mob boss and I accidentally went into heat at the same time" fic, lots of overly protective alpha!fennec!Venture, and I couldn't really decide on who the mob boss was so I just went with Talon as a whole. Could've went with JQ but nobody wants to get on her bad side, let's face it.

Features a very special guest appearance by someone equally as deserving of love as our dear Venture, in my opinion!

Yes it has a happy end! You know they always do. 🙂‍↕️ I could never hurt our sweet archeologist permanently. I love them too much– they deserve all the happiness they can get.

It would've been Juno but I really don't think mob boss fits her very well, plus I feel like Talon just fits more but blah blah blah

Reader is femme + uses she/her pronouns!

"Gah– I ran out of cigars again." They sigh, tossing the empty box into the trash.

"Want me to go get you some more?" You lean in and place a kiss to their cheek.

They shake their head.

"There's no need, I can get someone else to do it." They nuzzle you affectionately, returning the kiss with an equally quick one.

"It's okay, really. I need to grab some stuff anyway!" You reassure them.

Another sigh. You knew they hated it when you went out by yourself– but you were fairly independent and could handle yourself if required to do so. That's why they taught you what they taught you.

"Alright. You'll be careful, right muñeca?" They look up at you with their citrine eyes.

"Of course. I always am." You ruffle the hair between their ears playfully as a smile draws across their face.

Their tail twitches in response.

They watch as you leave the bar from the rear exit. Yet, something deep inside of them felt horribly wrong.

"I'll be back." They take off after you. "Close the bar until then."

The waitress nods.

...

"The usual." A woman says, leaning back against the table.

Her rounded ears perk forward as her spotted tail lays relaxed on her lap. The door bell rings as you step inside.

"Evening." She tips her glowing trim hat to you.

"Evening, Sojourn." You smile. "Hard at work?"

The server puts a warm latte with fancy decorative cream next to her, and she quickly looks both ways before cracking open a small bottle and pouring it inside. You pretend to look away for her sake.

"For the most part. What brings you here this time of night, [Y/N]?" She asks, though it sounds more like an interrogation from her tone.

"Someone ran out of cigars again." You place a few dollars on the table alongside a couple boxes of cherry cigars. "Just thought I'd be helpful and get them some more. I have one more stop after this."

The server checks you out and bags the cigars for you. You take it in both your arms, hearing the rain pattering against the window increase as the clouds roll in. Your ears lower in anticipation.

"Ah, I forgot my umbrella." You sigh.

"You wanna borrow mine?" Sojourn offers.

"That's sweet of you, but the next store is right around the corner. I'll be back in no time." You refuse her offer gently.

"It's no problem– really. You always know where to find me." She offers one more time.

"Oh... I guess it's okay just this once. Thanks again, Sojourn." You grab her umbrella in the rack by the door.

It shares her signature pink glowing trim just as her hat and shoes did. That's how you know it's hers, aside from her name written in one of the corners in fancy cursive writing.

"No problem, [Y/N]. Take care of yourself, alright? Call me if you need anything." She reminds you.

"Can do." You start to open her umbrella as you step outside.

...

You take your time walking the empty streets as the pouring rain falls around you. A soft pink glow illuminates everything you pass– street lights, wanted and missing posters, scattered litter on the damp concrete sidewalk.

As you pass by an alleyway, you hear rustling coming from a nearby dumpster and your ears perk up to listen further. Then, a small cat jumps out and limps towards you.

"Oh, sweet thing..." You kneel and share space under your umbrella for it. "Are you hurt?"

It meows loudly– as if warning you about something.

"It's okay! I can help!" You talk to it as if it understands English.

You search through your bag for a moment before pulling out a small first aid kit. You always kept it on you just in case moments like these happened.

"I rescued a little guy that looks like you! I wonder if you're related? Same mom, maybe?" You're talking to yourself as you prepare to bandage up the limping cat.

It meows again, hissing as it backs away. "Oh, no! Please! I'm trying to help!" You explain.

You turn and flick your tail, showing it to the young cat. "Look! We're not so different, see?"

A dark, looming figure approaches you from behind and takes you by surprise. You fall backwards into a puddle and soak yourself completely, Sojourn's umbrella spiraling out of reach. You're thankful the wind hasn't picked up. The figure wears a red helmet with a "T" shaped insignia on the front.

Where did you recognize that symbol from...?

"Are you [Y/N]?" A rough voice asks.

"Uh– what's it to you?" You grumble, attempting to stand up on your own.

The figure wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you to your feet, suddenly yanking you along as you're forced to leave your purse and Sojourn's umbrella behind.

"Hey! Let me go, asshole!" You yell. "Let me go or else!"

Except– no one is around to hear.

"Stop!" You plea, drigging your heels into the wet asphalt.

You're quickly thrown into the back of a black, unmarked vehicle where you're tied up and blindfolded against your will. The whole thing happened in less than a minute. Now, you're disappearing into the raining, foggy night.

"Stop right there!" Sojourn slides in as the vehicle takes off and turns the corner, leaving her behind.

She takes a moment to catch her breath.

"I'm getting too old for this." She sighs. "Sorry, Sloan. Not as fast as I used to be."

Your beloved was following closely behind. Their ears perk up in the darkness.

"How did you know I was here...?" They step into the streetlight from the shadows.

She chuckles. "How long have I been doing this for again? I could tell you were following me from a mile away."

Her eyes scan the street and hone in on your dropped bag and her lost umbrella. She approaches it with caution. The cat from earlier is taking shelter underneath it– licking its paw that was clearly injured. Sloan follows behind once again.

Sojourn kneels and looks through your stuff– your phone, medical kit and personal belongings are safely inside. So are the cigars inside the soaked paper bag, so clearly Talon wasn't set on robbing you. Then, her eyes settle back onto the stray cat.

"If only Murphy liked cats." She sighs.

She takes a quick picture and sends it to someone alongside the address.

"Well, I'm glad that solves one problem." Your beloved crosses their arms in frustration. "Too bad my wife is actively being abducted."

What could they even do in this situation? Neither of them could run as fast as you were disappearing.

"Not for long. I know exactly where she's headed." Sojourn pulls up a holo screen with the location of the van on screen. "I tagged that van earlier today."

"What made you suspect it?" Sloan asks.

Another laugh. "No license plate– how more obvious can you get?"

...

"Oh GOD– that's disgusting–!" A female voice revolts at the sight of you.

Her face is also obscured and two giant blades are attached to her arms like claws.

"Are all omegas this gross?" She spats.

You feel embarrassment fill your flushed body as your heat overtakes your entire being. Slick gushes between your thighs as you desperately scent everyone and everything inside the van out of fear.

"She went into heat. Sometimes it happens when they get stressed out. We have suppressants back at base, just be patient." The same gruff voice from earlier speaks up.

"Ew! My shoes!" The woman lifts her wet foot and nudges you out of the way. "Ugh!"

The vehicle comes to a screeching halt. You feel someone's hand lift you up and hoist you over their shoulder. No one talks– you're still scenting the air in hopes your beloved would walk in at any moment and save you.

If only.

Footsteps echo down the hallways you're taken through until you're sat down in a chair and more restraints are placed on you.

"Good grief. Get the heat suppressants already, her scent stinks." Someone complains.

After a minute you feel someone rip the tape off your mouth and force pills into your mouth. You try your best to spit them out but water is crammed down your throat and you unwillingly swallow the suppressants they had given you.

"She ruined my shoes..." The same female voice complains in the distance.

Tears form in your covered eyes. You're terrified beyond belief. Your ears perk up when you hear someone entering the room. You can also hear something large and metallic moving alongside the footsteps. Whatever it is, it sounds like it's flexing.

"Remove the blindfold." The deep voice orders. It's accented, but you couldn't place it. Definitely not from New York.

Your eyes gaze upon a sharply dressed, larger man with bronze colored skin. The ears on his head belong to that of a cat– but not a domestic one. Every ounce of his aura radiates elegance, sophistication and intimidation. In place of his other arm is a giant gauntlet that sits almost out of place against his suit.

He turns away from you. His tail is bobbed.

"Very well. Begin the interrogation." He leaves without looking back.

Your ears fall flat against your head in terror. Several people dressed in matching red and black uniforms enter the room and wait for orders. You hear a voice on the intercom somewhere above you.

"You know what you're here for. So make it easy on yourself and tell us what we want to hear." The voice lacks any depth or emotion.

You take a deep breath in.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You cry out. "I don't know why I'm here!"

Tears drop down your face as you look around at all the faceless soldiers.

"Wrong answer!" The voice grows cold and sadistic.

The crowd closes in on you as you shake uncontrollably in your chair. Your eyes squeeze shut as you brace yourself for the worst.

...

"So, this is Talon's base...?" Sloan looks up at the dark skyscraper.

"One of them. They have bases near everywhere these days– most of them run by the lower ranks." Sojourn explains.

She guns down an approaching agent like it was second nature.

"Kind of wish I would've brought my own weapon now." Sloan murmurs.

"Keep your eyes peeled, they'll be coming from all directions. Now let's move." Sojourn orders.

As soon as Sloan enters the first set of doors they can smell your scent lingering in the air– comfort momentarily fills their body before the two of them are surrounded on all sides again. She can only gun them down so fast, and more seem to be approaching quicker than she can fend them off.

Come on. There has to be something around here.

Another Talon guard falls to the ground and drops their weapon.

"What is this...?" Sloan picks it up with relative ease. "A drill...?"

"I don't think it really matters right now!" Sojourn slides her way out danger and continues rapid firing at the enemy.

They cock their newfound weapon before it fires a massive energetic blast into the crowd of approaching agents.

"Oh– Okay– so that's what that button does–" They shake their head to recenter themself.

It doesn't take long to adjust to using it, and it takes down multiple people in just a few pulls of the trigger. Whatever this thing was– drill...? Cannon...? Gun...?– they were definitely not going to give it back anytime soon.

It takes several more minutes to cut back the oncoming wave of Talon soldiers before either of them had time to catch their breath.

"Can you get a scent? Anything?" Sojourn looks at them.

"She's this way–" Sloan responds, heading off in the direction of your scent trail. "Downstairs."

"We have to hurry– let's keep moving." Sojourn slides her way down the staircase and into the darkness.

"Man... I gotta get me some rocket legs..." Sloan whispers to themself, taking off after her.

...

You had managed to wriggle free of the restraints that held you back when one of the assassins took a lunge at you. Now, you're surrounded by a group of enraged Talon agents ready to rip you to shreds. All you have in your hands is a tiny pistol that shot bullets of condensed energy.

You're cornered. You close your eyes and fire into the group and hit one or two agents before one inevitably reaches for you and knocks the weapon away. You kick them as hard as you can, knocking the wind out of them, and drag your tired body into the next room while your assailants were busy with their injuries.

Only... you find yourself once again surrounded by a bloodthirsty army.

"You gotta be kidding me." Your knees are weak, but the fight hasn't left your body just yet.

"Don't fire! The boss wants her alive." Someone shouts.

One of the agents approaches you, and growl reverberates deep inside your throat.

"Don't touch me!" You snap.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be!" He replies.

"No, I'll kill every single one of you!" You back yourself into a corner and bare your fangs.

You're not very intimidating– but it's a good try.

"If you touch me, I'll–" You're cut off.

"You'll what? Bite me?" The voice laughs.

"I'll kill you!" You grit your teeth and lower yourself even further.

"Sure you will, babe." The man nonchalantly approaches you before you hear the sound of a rail gun firing in your direction.

The soldier collapses.

All the agents in the room turn to the source of the firing.

"Sojourn–!" You choke, your injuries finally catching up to you.

You were bleeding heavily. Definitely not enough to kill you, but it was enough to slow you down for sure. You hug your knees close to your chest as you shake, eyes squeezed shut as the world around you begins to spin a little too much.

"Mi reina!" Sloan calls out. "I'm on my way!"

"I'm over here!" You yell back.

It turns into a firefight– energetic gunfire rapidly flying around the room like it was a science fiction movie. You lower yourself to the floor to avoid being hit and cover your head with your hands for extra protection, though it doesn't provide much. Your tail is huddled against your body as you curl into a scared ball of fluff. All that courage has finally left your body.

You just wanted it to be over.

Sloan does their best to fight their way over to you but continually gets pushed back by the onslaught of soldiers hellbent on killing them and Sojourn.

"That's it! I can't take it anymore!" A sniper calls out. "Just kill the bitch and get it over with!"

"The boss wants her alive!" Another voice responds.

"Fuck what the boss wants, I'm not risking my life for this!" The sniper aims their weapon directly at your head.

A laser settles right between your eyes.

In that moment, time slows down. Sloan is shoving their way over to you as their alpha side finally overtakes them.

"Don't hurt her!" They scream in their native tongue. "Don't hurt her!"

Sojourn's dominant eye focuses in on the sniper's laser, following it to the shadows where she lies in waiting. She can feel the heat of her gun on her fingertips as it enters into Overclock mode, and a blue laser of death shoots out as soon as the snipers head enters her scope. She gracefully falls to the ground with a lifeless thud.

One problem down– one more to go.

"Shit, they got our sniper!" One of the soldiers calls out.

One Talon guard lunges and grabs them by the waist. They struggle to keep hold of their drill, causing it to fire in random directions as they fight to free themself. It's only then does it turn into a melee weapon– driving it into the torso of the guard who holds them and drilling him heavily into the ground.

"[Y/N]!" You can hear their alpha instincts overtake their entire voice. "[Y/N]!"

It's intimidating– they sound so enraged, so distressed that your omega side instantly shows itself in return, letting off massive waves of scent as your nerves steel themselves. All of the anxiety flushes out of your body as your scent blooms like a garden. It fills the room with its silage to the point even Sojourn can pick up on it, and she hadn't felt her alpha instincts in years.

"Get her out of here!" Someone calls out.

"Don't you lay a hand on her!" Sloan growls.

And someone does just that– and it's made even worse by the fact it was another alpha. They could smell his disgusting stench from where they stood. Their finger lingers over the trigger for so long that they feel their arms shake, taking only one step back before it slams into the ground and creates deep cracks in the concrete floor beneath everyone. Sojourn is able to finish off the rest of the soldiers due to their displacement and confusion– and finally– the room falls silent.

All that remains is death and destruction.

They toss the drill aside and run to your aid. "Mi alma–!"

You're bloodied. You're tired. Yet, you're okay.

They cradle you in their arms and hold you close, licking your wounds as they scent you as heavily as they can. It instantly floods your senses: it's cherry tobacco at first, then it mixes into strawberry with a light scent of chocolate before fading finally into vanilla, ink and smoke.

There's also a hint of something else. It didn't smell like a mating smell... more like a friend. The scent of freshly brewed coffee with cream, new books and rain on dampened earth.

"Sloan...?" Sojourn calls out.

They snap back to their senses for a brief moment. They're panting and can barely think straight.

"Let's get you two out of here." She adds.

...

You're safely back at your shared beach house. Sojourn helped patch both of you back up before heading back out for more coffee.

And yes, she got her umbrella back, thank goodness.

"Mi vida– I'm sorry–" You place a finger over their mouth.

"Please, you don't need to apologize. Here–" You reach for a cherry cigar and light it for them. "I'm okay. You're okay. Let's focus on that instead."

They take the longest drag from their cigar and exhale with relief. The two of you huddle together on the couch in the living room and listen to the distant ocean waves for a while.

"Are you feeling up to building a nest?" They ask. "With your injuries and all?"

You're sore, but a nest sounds nice. Besides, it can promote healing in both alphas and omegas.

"I should be able to." You respond.

You carefully get off the couch and head towards your shared bedroom. The bed canopy curtains, mattress sheets and blanket were already scent retaining. Perhaps a few extra pillows would be good? You reach for some spare ones in the closet and toss them next to the main ones. Then you finish it up with some softer objects– mostly cutesy shaped pillows– for an extra sense of coziness.

You instantly dive into your readily made nest.

"Is someone nesting already?" You hear your beloved walking into the bedroom, scenting the air hard as a result. "That was quick!"

You giggle and peak out from behind the canopy curtain. They lean in and place a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Do you want some music? Maybe a drink?" They offer.

"That sounds perfect." You relax back into your nest and hold onto one of the pillows while you wait for them to return.

They set two bottles of water on the nightstand (alcohol is reserved for after the heat) and search for your favorite record. They adjust the needle on the record player and let it spin, filling the room with a soft and calming melody.

"Cuddle time!" They shout, bursting through the curtain and landing on the bed in full force.

Their tail twitches happily, scooping you up and kissing you all across your flushed face. Giggles rise from your chest as you welcome in their wholesome affection.

"How are you feeling? No pain, right?" They're extra careful not to hold you too tightly or put any of their weight on you whatsoever.

"None so far." You tell them.

"I'll be extra gentle whenever you're ready, okay? Please don't hesitate to tell me if anything hurts." They look at you in full seriousness.

You boop them on the nose. They smile and wag their fluffy tail.

"That goes double for you, too." You remind them.

The two of you spend a little more time cuddling and waiting for heat suppressants to wear off. It almost puts you to sleep: the sound of the distant ocean, the music playing on your vinyl player, enjoying all the warmth that your beloved was radiating alongside their signature scents filling the air. You feel them nuzzle into you and kiss you every so often so you don't doze off– though, all you really wanted was rest at this point.

Until you felt a couple drops running down your legs.

It started with only a couple drops before it quickly became a waterfall.

"Ugh." You vocally express your frustration.

"We'll get some good sleep after we get you taken care of. Just lay down and I'll handle it, okay, muñeca?" They reassure you.

They sit up and interlock their legs with yours as their length begins to protrude against your wetness. An inked hand roams across your chest and stomach while being extra careful to avoid any bruising or bandages. You start to feel your entrance widening in order to take your beloved in fully.

"Ready?" They ask one more time.

You nod, clutching onto a nearby heart shaped pillow for comfort.

"Okay. You know the drill." They smile down at you with love.

You can feel the further expansion of their cock until it finally settles nicely inside of you, and then they begin thrusting. You hold the pillow closer to your goosebump covered body as they gently rut into you, feeling their hands reach down to hold your waist as their scent continues to fill the tensing air.

"No pain?" They ask.

"No pain." You whimper.

They continue to stretch you out as slick pours across their hips, being extra delicate the entire time to ensure they didn't accidentally hurt you. Their hands are firmly wrapped around either side of your figure until you momentarily reach out for one to hold, and they happily clasp it between their tattoo covered fingers. The events from earlier are pushed from their mind and now they can truly focus on you.

"Mm– slower, please–!" You beg.

You were still sensitive.

"Sorry!" Their thrusts slow down to a more loving pace. "Better?"

"Mmhm." You moan.

Every stroke of their cock hits that sweet bundle of nerves inside of you and the pleasure begins to mount inside your tired hips. The hand holding your waist splays against your stomach before trailing lower, situating itself between your thighs and using their thumb to press against your aroused core. They start off with light stokes before gradually circling faster, feeling your hips lift into their touch and simultaneously taking them deeper inside of you.

Sweat drips down their forehead and atop your equally damp body, heavy panting fills the air as they continue to work towards building that sweet release. Growls sound from the back of their throat as you begin to purr as loud as you could from the satisfaction they're bringing you.

You take a deep breath in and smell that wonderful scent– the cherry tobacco, the chocolate covered strawberries, the vanilla and smoke mixed with your own.

"Are you still doing okay? How are you holding up?" They struggle to speak the further you both go into your lovemaking.

"Doing– good–!" You feel your ability to respond slipping quick.

"Be strong for a little longer, mi muñeca. It's almost over. I know you're tired." They comfort you to the best of their ability.

They don't dare increase their pace– otherwise you'd be ridden into the mattress already. Instead, they remain slow and gentle as that excitement continues to rapidly build inside the both of you.

They watch as you bounce against every thrust, your chest lightly swaying on every rebound as their deflated knot begins to twitch the closer they get to their climax.

It's hypnotizing– they could watch you forever.

"Close?" They ask, their voice gravelly from their alpha side.

"Close." You repeat.

They have to use every ounce of willpower and strength in their ink covered body not to rail into you like the world was ending. They simply just squeeze their eyes shut as the two of you rapidly approach the ending together, leaning lower and scenting you heavily with every passing second. Their thumb continues spiraling around your throbbing core, length continually buried to the hilt, hitting every spot in the most heavenly way.

You both share your orgasms not long after this. Their knot expands deep within you as you see stars lightly dancing about in your vision– clearing up quickly as you ride out the rest of your high against their hips. They clean their fingers inside their mouth and swirl their pierced tongue around to collect all the juices you gave them.

The heat inside your body finally dissipates for a little while.

They lean down to cuddle you close, extra careful to avoid putting any pressure on the injured parts of your body. You discard your pillow somewhere on the bed and opt to hold their head against your chest instead. Your fingers run through their tawny colored locks and playfully ruffle their curls as a way to signify a job well done.

"You did so well, mi angelita." They praise you between tired breaths.

"Mm. You, too." You let out a satisfied sigh as you continue playing with their hair.

Their tired eyes finally find rest atop your equally as tired figure. They slowly teeter in and out of consciousness, not wanting you to be left awake alone and vulnerable. It's only then do they realize that you had fallen asleep below them– and they let themself relax just a little to join you in that sweet slumber.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Have you read “so happy together”? If so, what did you think of it?

OOO I know I’ve been shit about checking my inbox but I RAN for this!!!

So for anyone who isn’t familiar with the fic we’re referring to here, it’s So Happy Together by Jwink85. Y’all know I’m a pretty big fan of a lot of their works, and I did enjoy this one, so let me break it down. (Probably spoilers so under the cut)

Jwink has a few really interesting takes on obsessive Craig in Cryle fics, and this is a phenomenal one for that. It’s always intriguing to see characters who are so fucked in the head that they genuinely think they’re in the right despite actively hurting the person of their desire. Again, I’m a big jwink fan, particularly because of the attention to detail in their stories and the complexities of characters, their flaws and motivations. For instance, (spoilers) Craig’s obsession with Kyle in this bloomed from Kyle being nice to him when they were growing up, when Craig was really in need of someone. He took it to the extreme of course, with the stalking, and eventual “rescuing” (kidnapping) when Kyle was impaired and vulnerable. I found it really really interesting from a narrative standpoint that Craig is referred to as “the man” until (HUGE TW) Kyle’s attempt, because we’re seeing the story from Kyle’s perspective and he genuinely doesn’t remember Craig. Seeing Craig have to fight his fucked up impulses, especially physically, throughout the story is incredibly unnerving and makes the reader feel unsafe, because he hadn’t done anything outright yet, but we can feel it coming, feel the fight slowly leaving Kyle when he realizes life as he knows it is over, feel his hopelessness.

This brings me to the Red Umbrella, and thus the Stan of it all.

Kyle in this story is INCREDIBLY fucked up from the very beginning, excessive substance use, one night stands, and pining for the best friend who led him on. Now I could deep dive into common themes with jwinks Kyles and their lack of satisfaction in life, but I’d like to reign it in to focus on the one sided style/ implied ending style in this one. Kyle chasing after Stan his whole life is a huge obstacle for Craig making sure he and Kyle are “so happy together” that when he eventually truly snaps, in Stan and Wendy’s house no less, it’s especially brutal. I mean, Craig seeing from a distance Kyle sharing his red umbrella with his best friend who forgot his own becomes such a symbol for him that he has a tatto of it, makes it his signature on his artwork and uses it as his calling card when he’s keeping tabs on Kyle. I love that Kyle still holds a torch for Stan, and Craig’s hatred of that fact. Now, in conversations with the author, (yes we know I’m a serial commenter) I’ve learned that style isn’t a favorite of theirs, nor is Stan as a character. I’m saying this because I LOVE how Stan is characterized in this story, especially for the situation. They really captured his indecisive nature and deeply rooted insecurities that effect those around him beautifully. There are some common themes in jwinks Stans too that I could go on about, and I’ll refrain after recommending Winter Butterfly for the millionth time, but BY FAR my favorite scene in SHT is when they’re caught in the storm so Kyle can tell Stan (under threat by Craig) how he’s hurt him and he doesn’t quite get there. Right when Kyle’s about to ask for help and doesn’t get there just AAAA and THEN the style moment in the porch with that weighted kiss with so much tension and years of uncertainty behind it, oh my lord beautifully done. And like I said, the author told me directly that style isn’t a fave, but I do think that they write the dynamic wonderfully (also recommending Behind The Wall that is easily my favorite jwink Stan he’s so messed up but still well meaning)

Ok let’s get into the keeping of Kyle. I didn’t put this one on the kidnapping rec list because Kyle lost his fire, right up until the end. And let me say this did NOT feel out of character for me as a reader even after the third read, because it felt justified. He gave up on life early on, stopped fighting and became so desensitized to life that he tried to end his. It wasn’t until the VIOLENT physical violation that that aspect of Kyle came back to life, and he fought back. I liked that we’re never 100% sure of how much of Craig’s story is true, that I’m still not convinced it was Kyle’s date that drugged him. Ok the shock collar. That whole deal, the constant reminder around Kyle’s neck that he’s a prisoner no matter how much Craig insists otherwise, that tangible symbol. That got me. It scared me tbh. Kyle in the beginning begging for some autonomy, for his life back, but learning there were consequences, some dark shit man. A decline that felt sickening and was written in a way that made me feel Kyle’s hopeless.

MASSIVE SPOILER IF ANYONE HATES SPOILERS!!! I love that Kyle was the one to almost kill Craig. It had to be him. I love Knight In Shining Armor Stan as much as the next guy (ok prolly more and too much let’s be so fr), but IT HAD TO BE KYLE and I’m so glad it was.

I’m not lying when I said little things from fics stand out to me in ways that remind me of them irl. Like the other day I bought Reiner cherries just because of an inconsequential moment from this fic that I was reminded of when I saw them in the store.

And I love Nice Cryle AND Dark Cryle. A lot. I really did enjoy this fic so thank you so much for asking!

[roseianxiety]

Always You

Summary: As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 5, Part 6

Content Warning: Medicine mention, Food mention

Author's Note: It's been a while since I updated this fic so here y'all go! This one is particularly very long, enjoy!

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Chapter 6

It hasn't stopped raining for a few days now and it was starting to piss Virgil off. Earlier that morning, he went out to do some grocery shopping and it was all warm and sunny outside but now, it was raining like crazy. Unfortunately, his dumb-ass self forgot to bring an umbrella. And now here he was, standing outside of the grocery store while waiting for the rain to subside (which looked like it probably wouldn't for the next hour).

Virgil groaned as he rubbed his face tiredly. He was cold and annoyed and all he wants is to go home and sleep or have a warm bath.

He was kicked out of his thoughts when he hears faint footsteps approaching him. Turning to look behind him, he spots Roman walking up to him with an ever-so-bright smile. His eyes were shining brightly and his lips upturned into a wide grin. He looks radiant. Virgil's heart skipped a beat after witnessing this.

Roman reached Virgil within a few seconds and smiled widely. "Virge!! Hi!!" He greets him excitedly. "What's up? Everything alright?" Roman queries curiously. Virgil lets out a sigh, looking at him sheepishly, "Um, I dunno, I'm annoyed 'cause I forgot to bring an umbrella and I don't know how to get home now." He admits, scratching the back of his neck. Roman frowns lightly upon hearing that but then his face brightens as an idea popped up in his mind.

"I have an umbrella." Roman blurts out as he pushes his white umbrella toward Virgil. "Huh?" He raises one eyebrow questioningly. "Yeah, we can share it! That way we won't be getting wet!" Roman insists. Virgil shakes his head in disagreement, "It's fine, Princey, you need it more than I do. I'll be fine, I'm sure the rain will end soon.". But as soon as he said that, the rain suddenly poured harder than ever.

Virgil sighs in defeat, "You know what? Fine." He grumbles quietly under his breath causing Roman to smile widely in victory. He then opens up the umbrella and holds it for both of them as they started walking. Virgil hugs his grocery-filled paper bag close to his chest to avoid it getting wet from the raindrops. "What were you doing at the grocery store? You seem to not have bought anything." He says, glancing up at Roman from the corner of his eyes.

"I was going to but then I saw you outside and you looked like you needed assistance. So here I am." Roman answers with a smile. Virgil halts in his tracks, turning fully to face Roman. "You were running errands yet you stopped just because of me. Why did you do that??" He asked incredulously.

Roman shrugged innocently. "Well, why not? You're my best friend. I wanted to help you." He answered simply, still smiling innocently. But his smile faltered slightly, "We're still best friends right?" He questioned, almost timidly.

"Of course we are," Virgil answered in earnest, staring directly into Roman's brown eyes and smiling gently at him. "Anyway, thank you, for assisting me and all." He added, grinning faintly. Roman smiles back at him and continues walking alongside Virgil. The pair of them continue walking in silence, contentedly soaking in each other's company as they made their way back to their neighborhood. Roman then glances down at Virgil who had his eyes staring forward, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Roman couldn't help but study Virgil's features carefully as he walks, noticing the way his raven hair falls perfectly over his eyes and curls slightly. He notices the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly whenever his mind wanders elsewhere, and how his bottom lip was stuck between his teeth as he chews on it unconsciously. Roman just realizes the faint freckles that dusted Virgil's cheeks, how sharp his jaw is yet it also looked soft. He notices every little detail that makes up Virgil and he doesn't want to stop observing.

A sudden feeling of warmth rises to his cheeks when he realized that he was staring at Virgil rather intently. Quickly, he averted his gaze from the other and let out a small cough. Virgil turned around and looked at Roman with concern.

Virgil queries, concerned. "You okay?".

Roman nods his head rapidly, trying to assure Virgil that he was fine. "Y–yeah, I'm good...just...a bit cold." He said, trying to keep up the facade.

Virgil nods, quickly believing his little lie. "Yeah, me too. I'm freezing." He muttered.

Romam then commented, "Oh. Now that you said that, I just realized you're not wearing your signature hoodie.". He pointed out to which Virgil responded. "Yeah, I forgot to bring it along with my umbrella when I left the house." He sighs, rubbing his arm uncomfortably due to the slight dampness of the shirt. Roman noticed the slight shivers the other was emitting and immediately, he stops in his tracks and handed Virgil the umbrella before taking off his coat.

"What are you doing?" Virgil inquired, looking confused. "Here. Take my coat, please." He pleads. Virgil shook his head, refusing the offer. "No, no you shouldn't-". "Yes I should! It's only fair. Besides, I don't want you catching a cold. So please, take the coat. I insist," Roman said, giving Virgil puppy dog eyes. It was hard not to give in and accept the offer.

After debating whether it was worth it or not, Virgil eventually gives in to Roman's insistence and takes his offered coat, and slips it on. It was a bit bigger on him since Roman wasn't exactly skinny but it worked well enough. He was surprised at how comfortable the coat felt though, he liked how warm it feels.

"What about you? Didn't you say you were cold?" Virgil queries softly as he glances at Roman while he clutched the coat tightly. Roman shrugs his shoulders, "Nah it's cool, I could handle a bit of cold." He replied, smiling reassuringly.

Virgil nodded his head in understanding and looks ahead. "Thanks again for lending me your coat. You didn't have to." He thanked Roman. Roman smiled brightly at him. "Don't mention it.".

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Virgil stepped inside his room and waddled to his bed, plopping down onto the soft mattress. He sighs in contentment, finally able to relax. And God he was thankful that it hadn't rained anymore because going back and forth from his workplace to home would've been really shitty. He lay on his side, facing away from the wall as he began absentmindedly playing with the hem of his black shirt. He was thinking about what he was supposed to do today. Nothing seemed appealing at the moment, so he settled down onto his back, staring at the ceiling above him, getting lost in his thoughts.

Not even a mere minute have passed, and his phone pinged inside his pocket. He fumbled inside his pockets to retrieve the said device. He checked his phone of it was a message but it was just a notification. Virgil sighs, slightly disappointed. Thinking about messages, he just realized that Roman hasn't bothered him with messages again and it's been almost two days. Not like there's something wrong with that... well, there is definitely something wrong. After all, Roman has always spammed him with messages every single hour. Most of his messages weren't even relevant anyway (no offense though).

But maybe he's busy... maybe he's tired... BUT WHAT IF HE'S IN TROUBLE!?? Virgil shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside. There was no reason to panic and cause unnecessary worry. Roman will text him later, he's probably busy with school and stuff. Yeah... just busy.

Virgil stared at his device screen, contemplating whether or not he should send a message to the other man. Eventually deciding to do it, he quickly typed up a short message and sent it to Roman, and waited for a reply.

*Princey 👑✨ has seen your message*

He watches as a typing bubble appear and disappears for a few seconds. After another minute, he sees the message finally pop up on his screen.

'ello virhil'

'*vigik'

'*virgil'

'srry'

'cant mssge am sik :'('

*Princey👑✨ sent an image*

The photo showed a selfie of a frowning Roman with a cooling pad on his forehead while laying on his bed, he indeed looked exhausted and sick.

Worry bubbles up in Virgil once again as he quickly sat from his bed and dialed Roman's number. He waits anxiously, tapping his foot against his floor. It took a minute or two for Roman to pick up, however, instead of saying hello, he heard shuffling noises from the other line.

Virgil asks worriedly, "Roman? Are you alright?".

He hears another shuffle before Roman replies in a slightly groggy voice, "I'm bitterly jittery and not very glittery. I feel like shit." then followed by a coughing fit and an Italian phrase afterward. "Sorry 'bout that.".

"Hey, do you need me to come over and help you out? I can bring over and heat some leftover chicken soup that Mom made." Virgil offers. "You don't need to go through any trouble," Roman replies, his tone sounding hoarse after all that coughing.

Virgil shakes his head and replies, "It doesn't matter. I'll go get some chicken soup and I'll be there in a few minutes, I'm not just gonna let you cope up in your room and get through your fever all alone.". He rambled, standing up from his bed and grabbing his hoodie before heading to the kitchen.

"Okay... I'll see you soon." He hears Roman say before the phone went dead.

A few minutes later, Virgil stood in front of Roman's front door, ringing the doorbell. Heavy footsteps were approaching and soon after Roman answers the door with an exhausted and sickly face, still wrapped up in his blanket. Virgil greets him with a small smile. "Hi...".

"Hey, Vee..." Roman shoots him back a soft smile and then lets him in. Virgil shuts the door gently behind him. They made their way into Roman's living room, where Virgil set the plastic container filled with soup in the middle of the coffee table. Roman sits on the couch and motions Virgil to do as well.

Virgil complies and sits down before looking at Roman, "How long have you been sick? Have you drank any medicine yet?". He questions as he takes off the lid of the container. "Uhm...no?" Roman responds sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Virgil then stares at him in disbelief.

"Wha– What do you MEAN NO?? You're sick and you didn't even bother taking your meds, wait, do you even have medicine?" Virgil rants in a slightly exasperated tone. "Well, I have a few painkillers and some cough drops in my room, I was planning to drink them but uh... I forgot–" He admits sheepishly. Virgil sighed and handed the plastic container and a plastic spoon to Roman who gladly took it.

"Here, it's still warm. While you eat that, I'll go fetch your meds." Virgil says, getting up to go look for the pills.

"You act like a mother hen." Roman comments as he takes a sip of the soup.

"And you act like a baby."

Virgil retorts without even bothering to look back at the other. He hears Roman let out an offended gasp and he merely giggles before climbing up the stairs. When he finally reaches the top, he went to look for Roman's bedroom and finally found it which was at the far end of the hallway for a while. He steps in and looks around, the whole room screamed "Roman" vibes with all of the Playbill, Disney, and other various posters on the wall.

He walks towards one of the nightstands near Roman's bedside, noticing a prescription bottle that was placed on top. "This must be it." Virgil hums and grabs the bottle and was about to make his way back when he notices something. He snaps his focus back on the nightstand and spots a picture frame. Virgil's eyes widened when he realized what the photo is.

It was a picture of Roman and him, both of them grinning to their ears as they stood side by side. They were in their swimming trunks, seeming as if they just got out of the water, looking happy as ever. They seem so carefree, so happy, Virgil smiles fondly at the sight, feeling nostalgic. Roman still kept this picture... even after all this time.

Virgil sighs before heading out of Roman's bedroom and going back to the living room where Roman was. He places the bottle on the coffee table and sits back down on the couch before glancing at Roman.

"You already finished the soup!? Did you, like, enhaled the whole thing?" Virgil asked with an incredulous expression, raising his eyebrows. Roman gives a nervous laugh and nods sheepishly.

"Well, I was really hungry," Roman chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. "But thanks for bringing me the soup and the meds, Vee. You're always looking out for me."

Virgil smiles softly at Roman, "Of course, Roman. I always will."

There's a comfortable silence that falls between them as Roman takes the medicine, sipping water from a glass. Virgil looks around the living room, noticing how neat everything is despite Roman's current state.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" Virgil asks, breaking the silence. Roman looks up from a container of mashed potatoes that Virgil had brought along with the soup, "Hm? Oh yeah, I try to. But I don't think I've actually done anything that productive, I mean other than school though." He answers, putting aside the container on the coffee table and turning his full attention towards Virgil. "You know, I'm sorry if I've inconvenienced you today, Vee. I know you're probably busy with your own things."

Virgil shakes his head, "No, no, it's fine. I'm glad I could be here for you. Besides, I've been meaning to catch up with you anyway.".

"Oh, by the way, you still kept that old picture of the two of us? The one in your bedroom, us in swimming trunks smiling like idiots?" Virgil points out, smirking. Roman blushes a little, his eyes darting away from Virgil's gaze. "Uh, yeah. It's one of my favorites." He admits shyly.

"Well, I'm glad you still have it. It brings back good memories." Virgil says,

giving a light smile. "Yeah, it does.". There's a pregnant pause as the two of them simply gaze at each other before averting their gaze elsewhere in embarrassment.

They continue to chat for a while longer, catching up on each other's lives and reminiscing about old memories. As time passes by, Virgil realizes that it's getting late and he should probably head back home.

"Well, I should probably get going, Mom probably needs me now. But take care of yourself, okay? And don't forget to take your meds." Virgil says as he gets up from the couch. Roman walks him to the door.

"Yeah, will do. Thank you for everything, Vee. I really appreciate it." Roman says with a soft smile as he opens the door for Virgil. They both stand at the doorway for a moment, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. Virgil takes a step forward and pulls Roman into a tight hug, which Roman reciprocates eagerly. As they hug, they both feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comforting smell of each other's scents.

They eventually pulled away from the embrace and their eyes locked onto each other's, a sudden spark of something that neither of them had felt before. It was a mix of emotions - confusion, fear, and excitement - all bundled up in that moment of eye contact. Virgil felt his heart race and his mind raced as he tried to figure out what was going on. Roman, on the other hand, felt a sense of clarity and realization wash over him. He knew, without a doubt, that he had feelings for Virgil that went beyond friendship.

But before he could process any of this, Virgil broke the silence. "Again, take care of yourself, okay? Always text me or call me if you need something, or just visit me, I live across from you." He rambled before smiling at him and then turning around to leave. "Bye.".

Roman watched him go, his mind reeling with the realization that he might be in love with his best friend.

Virgil, on the other hand, while he walked towards his house, couldn't help but feel that something had shifted between him and Roman. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt a strange fluttering in his stomach whenever he thought about the moment they shared at the doorway. It replayed in his mind again and again. It was– All of this was so confusing to him.

He arrived at his porch and opened the door and stepped inside, closed it back, and leaned his back against the wooden surface of the door, running his fingers through his hair as he felt his cheeks get warmer. Why did he feel so flustered about this whole situation? And why did it affect him so much? That was normal... he thinks. Right...?

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