#and realizing i can never take it off because they'll leave as soon as i do

[cloudd-nyne]

Bleh.

[pomefioredove]

Hi !! I love your writing! I think you've nailed the twst characters personalities really nicely <33

So if possible, I'd like to have some hcs Sebek, Ruggie, Jack, Jamil and Deuce would realize that they have a crush on the reader (in which the reader is basically their closest friend atp) and how'd they'd react to it. Would they be the type to shove it back down or get it over with? Something else entirely, maybe??

Hope this isn't too much. Thank you in advance! Take all the time you need!

hii first off thank you so much!! <3 and ofc ofc I LOVE pining (and friends to lovers?!)

pomefiore part

summary: how they would have a crush on you type of post: headcanons characters: deuce, jack, ruggie, jamil, sebek additional info: romantic, reader isn't specified to be yuu except in sebek's part because I found it funny, reader is gender neutral, deuce is a cutie patootie

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞

oh, he is in utter turmoil about this

on one hand: he really, really likes you

you're such a wonderful person

the kind of partner he'd be proud to introduce to his mom

on the other hand...

he really, really doesn't want to mess this up

you already have such a great thing going on as friends!

if he ruined that, he would literally never forgive himself

and Ace would make fun of him for it until the very end of time itself

so, of course he just sits on these feelings. maybe if he focuses on something else, they'll go away?

spoiler alert: they do not

they definitely do not

if anything, trying to ignore them just makes it worse for him; suddenly he's becoming an entirely different person around you

it's like a switch is flipped the second you're in the room

he becomes clumsy, easily flustered, can barely string a sentence together

Ace gives him hell about it, of course

and when there's no hope of hiding it any longer, he just confesses

(not that it wasn't obvious already... but for his sake, you'll have to pretend like it's shocking news)

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥

he's actually... pretty upfront about it?

once he's got his feelings on the matter sorted, anyway

...which takes him a few weeks

when he first recognizes his crush on you, he pours himself into his training

not as a distraction, really; he just finds it easier to think when he's working out

he really does want to think this one through

much like Deuce, Jack understands that he'd put the friendship at risk if he were to confess

unlike Deuce, however, he's somewhat aware that ignoring and hiding is a coward's way out, and will only push you away

so, once he's very sure about his feelings, he confesses

it's not exactly like a confession, though

more of a... lecture?

just informs you that he's developed feelings, doesn't want them to affect the friendship, and leaves the decision up to you

won't freak if you don't reciprocate, but... he might be a little bummed out

okay... more than a little

𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

first thought: he doesn't have time for this

Ruggie has a job, school, and a whole neighborhood to feed back home

now a partner? no, that's completely out of the question

besides, it's not like you'd ever reciprocate. who'd wanna spend every date eating dandelion salad?

no one, that's who

of course he doesn't bother asking, but he assumes that goes without saying

but he's busy enough to put those feelings on the back burner and deal with them some other day

...if only he wasn't so distracted by thoughts of you, that plan might have worked!

by his third slip-up, Leona's had enough and demands he's gotta sort out whatever's bothering him if he ever wants to show his face there again

(he might've been in a bad mood)

but, unfortunately, Ruggie knows he's right

it's better to be rejected now than to spend the rest of his school days mulling over it

so, he just spills the beans, as plain and simple as possible

tries to walk away as soon as he's done so he doesn't have to see the look on your face

you can imagine his surprise when you pull him back

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

actually has a pretty similar reaction to Ruggie

Jamil can't possibly fathom having a partner in a world where he doesn't even have his own freedom

in a sense, he just doesn't want to drag you into his life

in another, more important sense, he would be devastated if you rejected him

so he just... ignores it

of course, Jamil knows that pretending the feelings aren't there won't do much, but he doesn't really have a lot of options

he's not one to talk through his feelings, after all

not that anyone asks...

and his ability to interact with you as if nothing is different is astonishing

even if it feels like he's melting inside

though, you may catch him smiling more at you these days

he just can't help himself

when he's got his other stuff sorted, you'll be next on the agenda

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

you claim to have no magic, and yet you bewitch him into caring about you just as much as his liege?!

well... maybe not as much...

but close! very close!

even admitting that to himself feels like high treason

nonetheless, you have to be something very special to distract him from what he calls his "true purpose in life"

he sees you and feels... ill?

he's light-headed, he's dizzy, his stomach feels funny...

and he's been thinking about you more so than usual

yes, you're friends... he'll even admit he's grown quite fond of you in comparison to the other people you call "friends"

but this is... unusual

surely, you've placed some kind of curse on him!

Silver is the first to hear about it

poor boy is too tired to deal, and so he passes on the problem to Lilia

who just chuckles and makes a lot of odd references and metaphors that no one of this century would understand

no, Sebek has to come to the conclusion that he likes you all on his own

(like-likes you)

and after some pestering from Lilia, he admits that perhaps you and he could protect Malleus... together!

(he's going to have to work on the wording of that confession)

[waldau-archived]

hand in mine — lee seokmin | 1,550 words | fluff

slightly inspired by my friend and their partner, i didn't know it was possible for two people to be so in love :') here's just...dk being sappy. sappy dk.

gender neutral reader. warnings: bonus pov?

dokyeom swears you're like a portable human charger.

when he's away, whether it's because he's still in practice or because he's on tour or even when he's at his parents' place, a single phone call from you is enough to lift his spirits to get him through the rest of the day. weekends spent at each other's places together are almost enough to convince him to just become an apartment hermit.

it's been true for ages — and it's true again, tonight.

or it will be, if you'll stop talking to one kim mingyu.

dokyeom's getting antsier the longer you stand there talking to mingyu, nodding along to something he's telling you. can't it wait till tomorrow? doesn't mingyu see he's in dire need of recharging?

now he knows mingyu's not telepathic, but somehow the younger man realizes dokyeom's staring at the two of you, so he finishes whatever he's saying with a nod towards where dokyeom's sitting. you follow his gaze and smile when you see dokyeom, who swears his heart melts a little, right there.

but then you stop to greet joshua, chatting with him for a minute (a whole minute, in this economy?) before you're standing right next to dokyeom.

he stretches his arms out to you. you bend down, letting him wrap himself around you the best he can. it's good, but it's not enough. he lets go only to tug at your hand. "sit down."

you look around. "there's no place, kyeomie. i don't mind standing."

he frowns at you. "i mind. you can sit in my lap."

you give him a look. "in front of your friends? i'd rather not."

dokyeom pouts. "they're your friends, too."

"of course i know that, baby. but they don't ever stop teasing us, do they?"

"ugh. they'll make fun of me, not you. please?"

you run a hand through his hair. "i don't want them to make fun of you, either."

he huffs. "fine. c'mere," he mumbles, scooting to give you some more space. you go willingly this time, settling yourself into the minimal space next to him. it's not easy when there's already thirteen of them in a room, but he manages to nudge chan away to give you some more space.

"hi," you whisper, letting him throw his hand around your shoulder to pull you closer. "missed you today."

dokyeom pulls back to look at you. he feels almost shy to have all your attention on him, silly as it sounds. "just today?" he asks, grinning when you roll your eyes. "you got here safely?"

you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. "perfectly. there was way lesser traffic than i expected."

"good."

you snuggle into dokyeom's side, stretching your legs out next to his. this is always his favourite place to be — because he can have your words be all for his ears only.

but then he frowns when he sees your outfit — a shirt and a pair of shorts. he takes off his jacket and drapes it across your legs despite your protests.

"you should've worn something warmer," he frowns. you're never good with the cold, and you're not going to be comfortable with the way more than half the members need the air conditioning to be switched on at all times.

"i was almost ready to go to bed, kyeomie," you explain, adjusting the jacket on yourself nonetheless. "i wouldn't be here if shua didn't call me. thank you, though. how was your day?"

dokyeom sighs. he doesn't want to talk about his day when he's been living through it for the entirety of...well, the day, but he has to say something for you. "not...the best," he concedes, resting his head on your shoulder.

"do you want to go home soon?" you ask, your hand finding his, tracing random patterns on his skin. the tingles help ground him.

he shrugs. "i don't know."

it's true, as much as he hates it. he doesn't want to leave because it'll end up breaking up the party — it always so happens that the first person to leave is the catalyst for most others to start wrapping things up, unwittingly. he doesn't want to be a party pooper, but at the same time, he's had a long day. it's like he's been aware of every single second he's been awake, and it's exhausting.

"okay," you say simply. "let's stay for a while more. it's not like we're in a rush. and i know how hard you worked today."

dokyeom closes his eyes at that. he knows he's done well, today being one of those days where he's genuinely looking for the end, but hearing it from you makes it much better. "yeah?"

"yeah," you affirm, hand rising to comb gently through his hair again, left open now that he's discarded his beanie. "i love you, kyeom. so much. it's still hard to put it into words sometimes."

he snuggles a bit more into you at that, slightly satisfied when seungkwan chucks a piece of popcorn at him from the bed, telling you both to stop being so cheesy. he feels even better when you throw it back at seungkwan, letting out a triumphant ha! when it hits him on the knee.

he loves you.

there's no bottom to that endless truth. he's somewhat loved you ever since he first saw you, drawn to the way your sense of humour was so close to his, and the somewhat turned into a definitely the more he got to know you.

dokyeom isn't half of anything — he's all of himself, lee seokmin, content with the way he is except for a few gripes here and there, but you complete him in a way he didn't know any person could.

he's not worried about you leaving him — there's no way either of you are letting that happen. it's more about not knowing who he is without you, now that your lives are so intertwined.

"stop," you mumble, your grip on his hair tightening slightly.

"stop what?"

"thinking. about whatever you are. i told you i love you and i'm not going anywhere."

the haze he's in almost clears a bit at that. "how did you— i didn't—"

"you always get so pensive when you're tired, did you know? i should record you some time. it's like there's a philosopher hidden inside you."

pensive? when he's tired?

"i love you normally," he blurts out, scared at the insinuation that he thinks about how much you mean to him only when he's vulnerable like this.

you're not saying anything back, though. you're just smiling at him.

"what," he asks, breaths a bit shallow.

"i know," you press, hand lifting his to show the ring that sits on his fourth finger. "i love you normally, too."

dokyeom lets out a chuckle. he still can't believe it's possible to love someone this much.

"now let me get you home and help you get some sleep, okay?" you ask, punctuating your question with a tug to his chin. "the others will understand."

as if you have to ask him. he'll go wherever you take him, no questions asked.

joshua can see the change in dokyeom's eyes the moment you walk into the room.

the conversation doesn't stop; mingyu and jun are still arguing about how mingyu should stop taking inspiration from jeonghan when it comes to board games and cheating. jeonghan has a proud smile on his face. wonwoo and minghao have zoned out entirely, too busy with their phones to acknowledge the little fight going on. the others are busy eating or ordering more food or arguing about which movie to watch next.

there's just one person missing from the chaos.

dokyeom's sitting on the floor under the window, entirely in his own world, constantly checking his phone and looking at the door, shutting his eyes for a minute before repeating his actions.

joshua would've poked fun at him if he didn't know how tired dokyeom already was today. a particularly tiring day, especially with a comeback practice they'd just gotten back from, and a going seventeen shoot in which dokyeom had been on the losing team. even though he doesn't like to show it, joshua knows dokyeom is somewhat upset over not winning.

but the moment you walk into the room, it's like a switch has been flipped. dokyeom sits up straighter, the neutral expression on his face morphing into a tired but real smile. he holds his hands out to you and pouts when you stop to greet all the other members first, shaking hands with them or giving them a quick side hug.

joshua pulls you close with ease. "thanks for making it here on such short notice."

"are you seriously thanking me for that?"

"i mean...he really needs to see you. today hasn't been his day."

you look over at your husband for a moment. "i could tell. his texts were pretty dry."

"right? now go get your lover boy. he's been moping all evening long."

you wrinkle your nose at the term, just like he expected you to, but you nod and make your way to dokyeom.

joshua turns away when dokyeom gives you a dopey, lovesick grin. he'll let the teasing go for tonight.

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[p1utofairy]

PICK A CARD

“kissin’ and hope they caught us.”

what will a night out with your future partner be like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. this is my early thanksgiving gift to y’all 💗 i’m so thankful for the constant support and feedback idk how many times i can say it lol but thank you. enjoy and have a great holiday!

PILE i.

i can see you two in a club/party setting. the music is so loud it's pulsing through your veins, it's not usually your scene, but your person is right by your side holding you close. their hand is resting slightly on your back/waist guiding you through the crowd — i feel like they'll smell really good too they have a distinct fragrance on that's comforting to you. i feel like you'll be so giddy and excited to be outside with them and be seen together. lots of heads will turn for sure. i feel like y'all are a power couple…like looking at you two walking in together just makes sense but it also triggers jealousy and disbelief in other people? you and your person may come from different backgrounds or have different aesthetics but y’all pair together very well. they’re gonna be looking so smug lollll your person is the silent but confident type, like having you on their arm will shut everybody up and they’ll love it. this person could be very popular or well-known in their profession…i'm getting a serena van der woodsen type of vibe so people can definitely be infatuated with them. you might not even like dancing but you will with them! you're gonna be on cloud 9 the whole night, pile 1. some of you might not smoke or drink but you’ll feel high/drunk off them the entire night it’s so cute! u are my high by dj snake and future vibes for sure.

PILE ii.

the atmosphere is sensual af, pile 2. it's giving the vibe of a private dinner at an upscale restaurant/bar or hotel. your person planned this out very meticulously, and they managed to pull it off without you knowing too many details. you’ll be so happy to be sitting across from them and enjoying their company — i feel like you both don't always have the time to just sit and unwind because you both have very demanding jobs/schedules. i see you two flirting a lot with your eyes and smiling so big…the energy is very warm and playful. the sexual tension will be very thick between the two of you lol they might make comments throughout the night about how good you look. the lighting seems very dim and red seems to be the major theme so you could be wearing a red dress, they might give you a bouquet of red roses, their shirt might be red — idk it's something along those lines lol the color red is just significant for some reason. the food, their company, and the ambiance will be 100000/10 and the night won't stop there 😮‍💨 cause when they get you back home? soon as i get home by faith evans just came to mind LOL yeah they’re going to want to make up for lost time and please you in any and every way that they can. OKAYYY PILE 222.

PILE iii.

ah this is my introverted pile! i don't think you get out much, pile 3. if you do it's usually because someone begged you to come out and socialize or you pushed yourself to go. you like having your own space and privacy, and sometimes it's a bit overwhelming having to constantly socialize and be around a whole bunch of people that may not mesh with you. i think that your person will be receptive to this, and will take baby steps to get you out of your shell. they’d take you somewhere where you can relax and be comfortable like a drive-in movie theater or maybe somewhere in nature…it's somewhere you both can be alone and in your own bubble tuning out the rest of the world. i can see them holding you close and you’re leaned back against them just so content and reveling in the precious moment. it’s a night you’ll never forget because you’ll realize just how much they mean to you, and how far you’ve come in this connection. it's reminding me of that picture of ariana grande and mac miller at coachella. so so cute.

PILE IV.

y'all are that cute couple that ride for each other, okay!!! y'all will be so in loveeeeeee my GOSH the passion and desire will be so heavy and evident between you two. lana and asap rocky in the ‘national anthem’ music video vibes — it's like that bad boy meets good girl trope. i feel like this person would want to take you places you’ve never been before…they’d want to get all dressed up in fancy clothes and go out on the town with you. there'd be multiple activities in one night. omg they're so spontaneous it'd feel never-ending! you two will be so giddy around each other lol always cracking jokes and laughing about any and everything. i don’t think that it matters where they take you per se, pile 4. you will have the time of your life regardless. they just know how to light up every room that they walk in and ensure that everyone is having a good time! it's so cute and refreshing, ugh. they're going to really sweep you off your feet. they might have a really nice car and you’ll love being a ✨passenger princess✨ LMFAO they might tease you about it too. this person will be your best friend just as much as they are your true love.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Returning Favors {part 5.} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

A Shift Occurs {part 4.} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

AN: when i started this chapter i had intended for it to go in a completely different direction but as i began writing it, i let the words flow and wrote it this way instead. i really hope you enjoy and don't forget to leave your feedback and remember to send in things you'd like to see in this series. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of handjobs and blowjobs, slight angst, pillow talk, cunilingus, fluff

{ housemate!harry - friendrry - friends to lovers trope - softrry }

word count- 3,459

While making arrangements to introduce your friends to Harry, he seizes the chance to ask about your abrupt departure after your intimate encounter earlier that day. This conversation unexpectedly leads to Harry performing oral sex on you for the first time.

As you make your way around the street corner, you are greeted by your friends, Mave and Charlotte, who are waving you over to the table they had set aside for your brunch. The cafe features a beautiful outdoor space, perfect for the current time of year. Upon joining them, they quickly pick up on your more upbeat attitude. While you typically don't appear gloomy, you have been feeling rather indifferent for the past year. However today, they observe a slight improvement in your mood.

"Hi, Hi." you lean in to kiss each of their cheeks and sit down at the round table.

"We've ordered you a mimosa. Wasn't sure what you wanted to eat so we haven't ordered our food yet though." Charlotte explans.

"Oh, well thank you." you take a sip of your mimosa and moan at how delicious the drink is.

"What's making you so cheerful today? Is it because of Harry?" Mave questions with cheeky smile, aware of your growing connection with your housemate and the recent revelation of your mutual feelings towards one another. Your friends are genuinely happy for you, knowing how long you've been single and how it affected you.

Brushing them off, you answer, "What? A girl can't look happy on a Sunday morning without there being a reason?" But they know you better then that. The aurora you're giving off is one of a girl who's in love. Though they wouldn't tell you that this soon in your relationship with Harry.

"No it's just," Mave starts, "look, we want the details. Did you guys have sex this morning? Because you look like your glowing and it's not from your skincare routine." Her and Charlotte stare you down, waiting for an answer and you know you must give them one. Otherwise they'll never let this conversation rest.

"Alright, alright. We did do some sexual stuff this morning. But not sex. I just kind of gave him a handjob which then turned into a blowjob."

Your two friends are smiling ear to ear at your confession. "And.... what else? Don't tell us he left you high and dry after you literally had his dick in your mouth." Charlotte utters in a hushed yet audible tone, ensuring that you can hear her amidst the bustling traffic and crowd, while hopefully keeping your conversation private from others.

You express with annoyance in your tone, "It wasn't as you think. I woke up to find him cuddling me and noticed he was aroused. Therefore, I chose to assist him. Once he woke up and realized he was hard, he eventually agreed to my help. I began by giving him a handjob under his briefs, but then decided to go further with a blowjob. And he didn't reciprocate because I left quickly after he came. So, I'm unsure whether he would've wanted to do something for me in return."

Mave reaches across the table and playfully swats your arm. "You fuckin' idiot. You should have stayed to see if he would've pleasured you as well. You could've gotten an amazing orgasm out of him."

"Hey," you spit back, "I did have an amazing orgasm this morning. Just... with my vibrator in the shower before I came here." Though you're sure Harry would beat every single one of your toys if you gave him the chance to prove it.

After chatting for a few more minutes you realized just how hungry you were and decided to order your food and another round of mimosas. You catch up on each others lives and make plans for them to come by the house to hang out one night. They have yet to meet Harry and you thought what better way to introduce them than to invite them over for some drinks and maybe a card game. You'll just have to ask him if that would be okay.

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Upon returning home later that evening, you notice Harry seated on the sofa, engrossed in a pile of papers and his laptop resting on his lap. Presumably grading tests, you assume. After placing your bag in the entryway, you make your way over to the couch. Surprisingly, the atmosphere doesn't feel as awkward as you had anticipated, considering the events that unfolded earlier in the day.

"How was your brunch?" Harry questions, shifting to set all of his work onto the coffee table.

"Great. Really fun." you answer before continuing, "So I have a question."

"Hm, so do I actually but go on." Harry replies, taking a sip of his coffee. He doesn't know what your question is but he knows his question is in reference to why you ran off so quickly this morning after you gave him that blowjob. It's been eating at his mind all day and he'd really like some closure so he can relax.

"Okay, so I was thinking we could have a little get-together with my friends, Mave and Charlotte. They're eager to meet you, and I thought it would be a great opportunity to invite them over this upcoming weekend. We can enjoy some drinks and perhaps even play that card game I purchased some time ago but haven't had the chance to play yet."

Harry nods in agreement. "Yeah, sounds great. How about this Friday night? I can stop by the shops on my way home from work and grab some alcohol. Just let me know what kind they prefer." He is genuinely excited to finally meet your friends. Since becoming your housemate, you've kept your personal life mostly private from him. As a result, he hasn't had the chance to meet any of your family members and has only heard stories about your friends.

"Fantastic," you declare, jumping up from the couch excitedly. "I'll call them right away and let them know. They'll be so happy." Just as Harry was about to remind you that he had a question as well, you've already disappeared from his line of sight. Your sudden departures today seem to be a trend. He reckons he'll have to wait a bit longer to find out the reasoning behind your quick exit this morning.

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At approximately ten o'clock at night, you and Harry are lying in your bed, watching reruns of Friends while trying to stay awake. The room is dark besides the glare of the tv and his cat Pixie is nestled in the middle of the bed, sleeping soundly. Although she hasn't always been allowed in your room, ever since Harry started visiting so frequently, you have embraced her presence as well.

Right as your eyes began to shut, you remember how Harry had a question for you earlier but never got to ask it. You didn't mean to run off like you did. You just got excited to call your friends and let them know they're welcomed to come by the house this Friday for the small gathering. Which in turn made you totally forget he had a question in the first place.

"Harry," you say aloud. The call of his name startles him. He'd just dozed off to sleep and your voice pulled him away from the unconsciousness he was about to enter.

"Mhm, what?" he grumbles, eyes half open as he tries to stay awake in order to hear you speak.

"What's your question? You said earlier you had a question but you never got to ask me it."

Harry found himself more awake as he thought about how to bring up his question. To be honest, he was feeling a bit nervous to ask. Even though this question had been on his mind all day, he hesitated to ask, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or create any distance between you. "Um, was just gonna ask why you left so suddenly this mornin'. You know, after you gave me that blowjob? It seemed like you were ashamed of your actions or somethin'. I was plannin' to return the favor, but you left before I had the opportunity to ask."

With heart shaped eyes, you coo softly, "You were?"

"Well yeah. It's only right that I returned the favor you did for me. I'm not a douche bag like some men can be."

"Awe, that's so sweet of you. But um, I don't know. Guess I remembered how I'd just woke up and maybe didn't smell the best down there or that I may have tasted bad from the hours of sleep I was in prior. Just didn't want to disgust you in any way."

With a gentle tone, Harry expressed, "Y/n, your scent or taste wouldn't have been an issue for me. Even if it was there, I wouldn't have mind. Because it's you, and I genuinely care about you. I would have found pleasure in it regardless. If anyone has ever made you feel insecure about the natural smell of your vagina, they are truly right dicks"

Breathing deeply, you sadly admit, "Yeah, I've had some men attempt to go down on me first thing in the morning but complained about the way I smelt or tasted and so, I just didn't want you to do the same as them."

Sliding impossibly close to you, Harry responds back, "Well I'm not those other men. I respect women more than that and I may just have a thing for oral sex. Givin' and receivin'. Plus, it feels even better when you really know and trust the person."

You giggle shyly and except his closeness, the two of you laying on your sides facing each other. "Dick or pussy though?"

"What?" Harry asks with a sleepy smile, unsure of what you're questioning.

"You said you had a thing for oral sex. So do you prefer sucking dick or eating pussy?"

"Mhm, depends on who the person is and my connection to them. Both are great but it also depends on what mood I'm in to give you a solid answer." It's no secret Harry likes men as well. When you first moved in with him he had a short fling with a guy and you assumed he was gay for like the first month. But then when you heard a girl moaning through his bedroom walls, you realized that wasn't the case. The next day you questioned him and he confidently came out as bisexual to you.

Deciding to continue these questions just to see where it could lead, you keep going, "And, what mood are you in right now?"

Harry suddenly became aware of the dense atmosphere, yet he responded truthfully. "Considerin' that I'm currently in your bed, nearly cuddling you, and you happen to possess a vagina, I would say 'pussy.' However, if I were to discover that you possessed a penis, the answer would be 'cock.'"

He moves one of his hands up to cradle the side of your face. It's so incredibly close to his that he can just about taste the mint of your toothpaste. "Good thing I have one of those two options then and I'm not some alien with no genitals at all."

What Harry wants to say is that he'd love you just the same, even if you were a genitalless alien, but he can't. Not yet anyways. So he responds, "Wouldn't change how I feel about you." With the close proximity, you get the sudden urge to surge forward and clash your lips with his. As if he felt this coming, Harry didn't react surprised at all and accepts the kiss. You both realized this is the first time you've kissed each other. You've shared your feelings, your beds, and you've gave him a blowjob. Yet this makes your first time kissing.

Harry intensifies the kiss by gently prodding his tongue against your lips, and you grant him permission to enter. The kiss is wet, rushed, and somewhat messy, yet incredibly enjoyable. After a minute of exchanging saliva, you pull back to take a deep breath and confidently state, "Prove it then. Prove you're in the mood for some pussy."

With surprise written on his face, Harry leans back a tiny bit to make sure he's reading you correctly. "You sure? I don't have to if......" He'd be more than happy to eat you out right here, right now, but he doesn't want you to ask because you feel obligated to agree or because you're in the heat of the moment.

Responding eagerly, you assert, "Yes, I'm sure. But please be quick before I change my mind." The mention of urgency and the potential for a change of mind prompts Harry to swiftly toss the covers back and carefully positions himself between your legs. He gently lifts Pixie from the bed and places her on the floor where she discovers her cat bed near the window sill and resumes her peaceful sleep.

At this very moment, Harry finds himself surprisingly nervous as he positions himself between your legs. Although he has longed to perform oral sex on you, both this morning and in his countless fantasies, the actual prospect of doing so fills him with apprehension that he may not satisfy you adequately. Additionally, he frets over the possibility of being unable to bring you to orgasm.

Curiosity arose within you as to why Harry was taking such a long time, prompting you to prop yourself up on your elbows. From this viewpoint, you observed him fixating on your bottom half, which was concealed by some skimpy shorts you typically sleep in. However, as soon as he notices your gaze upon him, he swiftly reaches up and tugs at the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your legs. To his astonishment, you're not wearing any panties which causing Harry to let out a moan upon catching sight of your naked pussy.

Despite the room being enveloped in a soft glow from the television, it remained dimly lit and quiet. Harry couldn't obtain a clear image of your exposed cunt but he could perceive enough to develop a strong liking to it already. However, this attraction isn't solely based on the physical appearance of your vagina, but rather because it's a part of you.

Harry looks up once more to ensure your approval for his actions. With a nod of reassurance from you, he eagerly begins. His mouth envelops your entire pussy, as his tongue moves from your wet entrance to your sensitive clit. The flavor of you on his tongue almost brings him to climax instantly, hands free. This is undoubtedly the best cunt he's ever had. Your skin is incredibly soft and inviting, with only a few short hairs littered around your bikini area from the shave you did two days ago.

As your elbows grow weaker, you find yourself sinking into the comfortable bed below. Harry's tongue skillfully laps up your arousal before focusing on your clit and experimenting with various flicking patterns. Each time his tongue glides over the sensitive nerves, your entire body responds with a powerful jolt of electricity. It's no secret that your clit is extremely sensitive when receiving attention from the right person.

"Oh fuck, Harry. Feels so good." you moan aloud, reaching down to grab onto his curly locks.

You fear he'll tell you not to touch him, but as he briefly moves his mouth away, he commands, "Tug my hair, baby. It feels amazing." Could it be that he just referred to you as 'baby' for the first time? You believe so, and it heightens your arousal even further.

Listening to Harry's wishes, you pull his hair tightly in your fists, causing his face to be nestled against your pussy impossibly closer than before. You begin to move your hips, creating a subtle rocking motion. Although he may feel a slight burning sensation on his scalp due to the intensity of your grip, as he mentioned, he loves the sensation it gives.

A minute more goes by of Harry munching down on your wet pussy when you feel your orgasm nearly bubble over. "I... I'm..." you try to warn but can't even get the words out from how much pleasure you're in. Harry doesn't say a word back, just goes in even harder, more determined to bring you over the edge.

You finally achieve orgasm when he seals his lips around your clit, applying firm and forceful sucks. Your clitoris pulsates within his mouth, causing you to release an animalistic scream as your orgasm sweeps through your body. Your entire body trembles, compelling Harry to firmly hold your hips to keep you in place. He continues sucking on your clit until your orgasm begins to fade and overstimulation sets in.

The hands that once laced in his hair start trying to push his head away. "Har.... Oh God!" you gasp when he gives your tiny nerve a few more kitten licks to make sure he's pulled every ounce of pleasure from you that he can. You lie there trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm as Harry sits up on his knees, breathing heavy with a glossy mouth.

Eager to know, though the answer should be evident with how you look right now, Harry asks, "So.... was I any good? Did that prove what mood I was in to you?"

You glance forward to see a devilish smile plastered on Harry's face and just know he's proud of himself. Which, he should. You don't think you've ever came so hard in your entire life. "Yes," you heave, "Oh God, yes. I'm...., that was, God. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"Yeah? You just tellin' me that to boost my ego or are you tellin' the truth?"

"Harry, I quit literally can't feel my bones right now. They're like jello. No man nor any one of my strongest vibrators have made me come that hard. No wonder the ladies liked you."

With the awareness that it's already very late and he has work the next morning, Harry decides to rise from the bed and make his way to the bathroom in the hallway to fetch a damp cloth. Your exhaustion prevents you from mustering the energy to question his actions. When he returns, you immediately recognize what he has and instinctively close your legs, still experiencing discomfort.

Harry takes a seat on the edge of the mattress and lightly taps your thighs, silently requesting you to open up. Reluctantly, you comply. As you feel the damp cloth glide over your swollen pussy, you try to pull away, but he firmly holds you in place with one hand on your hip bone. "Shh, it's alright," he reassures you in a gentle tone. "I'm just gonna clean you up, and then we can sleep, okay?"

As you lie on the bed, you notice Harry's erection prominently displayed through his black briefs and a pang of guilt washes over you for not pleasuring him. "But.......what about you? You're still hard. I could give you another blowjob or handjob. Whatever you want." Despite the tempting offer, Harry is too exhausted to engage in any additional activities tonight. Prior to this moment, he was on the brink of unconsciousness. Consequently, his drowsy state has returned as the explicit actions have ceased.

"It'll eventually go away, Y/n. I've got work in the mornin' and it's past midnight as is. Plus m'too tired to do anythin' more tonight. But, if I wasn't so tired and didn't have work so early, then you bet your ass I'd take you up on that offer."

Harry finishes cleaning between your legs and helps you slip your shorts back on. He then turns the TV off and crawls back into your bed beside you. Though your limbs are still weak, you manage to slide over until your head rests on his bare chest and your top leg is thrown over his hairy thigh closest to you.

As the moonlight glows through your bedroom window, sleep takes over both of you as the world around becomes quiet. The only sounds that can be heard are Pixie's soft purring from her location on the floor, the steadiness of Harry's heartbeat, and your exhails of breath.

In your dreaming state, you're still excited for the arrival of this upcoming Friday where you eagerly await the moment when your friends will finally have the chance to meet Harry. With high hopes for a successful gathering, you envision a joyous time ahead. Unbeknownst to Harry, the card game planned for the small get-together holds an R rating, implying that it will serve as an opportunity for everyone to bond and deepen their connections without the need for uncomfortable conversations in the future. Plus, mixed with the alcohol, you can't wait to find out some of Harry's dirty secrets.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

The Rated R Card Game {part 6.} (housemate!harry series)

[silverynight]

Nesting

Aoi can smell it in the air; the sweet scent of green tea and honey. There are a couple of flowers mixed in it as well, but she has never been really good at knowing all the types of flowers so she can't describe it exactly.

However, she knows it's the scent of their sweetest omega, Kamado Tanjirou. Which is usually a problem for the slayers around, but especially for the Pillars.

She knows the boy has taken enough suppressants to deal with his heat, but he probably still feels the need to make a nest.

What is incredibly surprising and slightly alarming is that the suppressants are not doing a really good job at hiding his scent.

"I'll be staying here a couple of days, if you don't mind," he tells Aoi, even though he doesn't need to ask for permission; she knows Tanjirou is tired and probably is fighting the need to ask the alphas around for a piece of clothing with their scent.

Now, another problem is that all the hashira are having a meeting in the headquarters soon, which means they'll be close enough to smell him.

Aoi is not surprised when she sees Kyojuro's crow flying above the butterfly estate and leaving as soon as he spots Tanjirou.

The slayers around watch with longing as Tanjirou starts gathering a couple of clean sheets and some pillows for his nest.

He moves around the estate, unable to feel satisfied with his work. Nezuko is not there at the moment so he doesn't even have a "pup" to cuddle with.

Aoi starts preparing suppressants for the alphas, not the ones around (they know they can't touch the pretty omega with the scar on his forehead if they value their lives) but for the Pillars themselves.

They'll be coming soon. She is almost sure they'll end up canceling the meeting too, because, like everyone else, Ubuyashiki knows exactly that all his hashira are head over heels for Tanjirou and he's kind enough to let them spend time with him.

"Aoi..."

"Yes?" She feels sorry for Tanjirou as she realizes he's too far gone now; he's tearing up, but his eyes are completely white, which means his inner omega is in charge now.

"Where's my pup?" He sobs, trying to wipe the tears off his eyes with his sleeve. He looks so cute, Aoi feels the need to give him anything he wants and protect him even though she's not an alpha. "I can't find her!"

He thinks Nezuko is his pup.

"She's safe at the moment, Tanjirou, I promise. You'll see her tomorrow."

The omega nods, but the tears keep sliding from his big eyes. Now she kinda understands the Pillars and why they always look like they're being tortured whenever they are with Tanjirou.

"My nest is wrong," the omega continues, clearly overwhelmed by his own hormones. "I'm not safe. It doesn't smell right. I want someone to hold me."

Maybe she should send a crow so the Pillars come faster, or at least one of them will be enough.

"Why don't you try to sleep for a while, Tanjirou?"

The omega bites his bottom lip in a way that makes her worry he'll make himself bleed; the Pillars are not going to be happy about it.

"I don't think I will be able to sleep alone. Where are my alphas?"

Now that is really interesting. Tanjirou has no idea all the hashira are in love with him; he thinks all of them consider him a friend and the things they do for him are out of friendship and nothing else.

However, his inner omega seems to know more than Tanjirou himself.

"How many alphas do you have?"

"Nine. They love me. They keep me safe," Tanjirou smiles, although his eyes are still completely white. "Why aren't they here with me? I don't even have their clothes! I miss their scents!"

Aoi regrets asking that question immediately because Tanjirou starts sobbing again.

Her salvation comes in the form of Kiyo, Naho and Sumi because as soon as Tanjirou sees them, he stops crying and hugs them.

"Are you alright, little pups? Do you need anything?"

It's incredible how his mommy instincts kick in as soon as he sees pups, even though he doesn't have any himself.

"Naho, please give Tanjirou this and take him to his nest. He'll sleep for a while," she whispers to the girl while the omega gets distracted by the other two.

"Let's go to the nest!" Sumi says, taking Tanjirou's hand in hers.

"But it's all wrong!" The omega argues, making a devastated expression.

"It's okay for now!" The three girls assure him and manage to convince him to go back to his room.

Aoi sighs in relief, at least he'll be able to rest for a while.

***

The Pillars arrive at the estate a little bit after that and Aoi, along with the three butterfly girls, have to stay at the entrance and physically stop them.

"What are you doing?" Iguro asks, slightly irritated by the way his scent is changing. "We want to see our omega!"

"You can't," she stands her ground despite being afraid of them. "Not until you drink these and wait for the medicine to kick in."

"Huh?" Shinazugawa bares his teeth, inner alpha already desperate to get to Tanjirou. "What the hell is this?"

"Tanjirou's scent is too strong at the moment; he won't go into heat, but you still have to take suppressants so his scent doesn't trigger your ruts. To keep him safe."

From you. She doesn't say, but they all hear it between lines nonetheless.

However, Tanjirou's safety has always been a priority for the hashira, so they all nod and drink the medicine quickly.

"Wait a couple of minutes in the backyard. I'll call you when it's time." She says, feeling a lot relaxed now.

"Is he alright?" Tomioka asks, worried.

"Yes, but he wants cuddles."

She rolls her eyes as soon as she hears them fight over who gets to cuddle him first.

"Also, you should give him your haoris or something so he can finish his nest. He's very upset about not getting it ready."

Since Tokito and Uzui don't have a haori, they end up shirtless, but that doesn't surprise her at all.

Aoi leaves for a while, mostly to check on Tanjirou; he's still asleep, although she knows he'll wake up as soon as the Pillars walk in the room.

"Alright, it's time!"

They basically jump up, ready to follow her like lovesick puppies; she rolls her eyes again, glad her back is on them.

"One more thing: he thinks you're his alphas."

"Well, that's because we are!" Uzui smirks, although his expression changes when Kocho throws her butterfly clip at him and hits him on the back of the head.

"We are not... yet," she says. "We promised we were going to court him properly. Besides, his inner omega might have caught on to our feelings for him, but Tanjirou has no idea."

Despite knowing that, Aoi notices they all seem really happy about the omega's assumption and she knows they're going to play the alpha mates role quite well.

"Be careful. Only cuddling!" She warns them, although she knows she's being unfair because they would never hurt their sunshine.

They all melt at the sight of Tanjirou curled up in a pile of sheets and pillows. Honestly, his nest looks quite comfortable, but it only smells like him at the moment.

"Darling?" Kanroji mumbles quietly, getting closer.

It's all the omega needs to open his big eyes; they're still white, but Aoi knows it'll probably last a day or two.

"Alphas!" Tanjirou beams, making grabby hands at them.

"Someone pinch me, I think I'm dreaming," Tomioka blurts out, only for Kocho to do exactly what he asked. "Ouch! I didn't mean it literally!"

Kyojuro, always desperate to touch Tanjirou, pulls the omega into his arm in a hug that makes them both purr.

"I want your haoris."

They immediately offer a piece of clothing to him, like the good, whipped alphas they are.

He hugs all the garments with the sweetest, most content expression on his face before rubbing every single one against his cheeks.

Then he patiently arranges them as all the hashira watch with undivided attention.

"It's done!" The omega beams, clearly satisfied with his work before turning towards them again. "I want someone to cuddle me!"

Himejima is the first one. They both fit perfectly in the nest; Tanjirou did such a good job, Aoi is sure each and every single one are going to be really comfortable when their turn comes.

She leaves then, but she keeps checking in on them every once in a while, and that's how she finds out Iguro and Kanroji decide to cuddle Tanjirou at the same time. During Tokito's turn, he lies over Tanjirou's chest the whole time. Shinazugawa likes to bite the omega's cheek to make him giggle, Kyojuro embraces him in a way that makes it look like he won't ever leave his side and Tomioka hugs him from behind, breathing into Tanjirou's red hair.

Kocho does the same as Tokito because she's smaller than Tanjirou, Uzui encourages the omega to hide his face under the curve of his neck until he purrs.

It takes them a while, but Tanjirou gets to cuddle with all his Pillars, one at a time.

***

Tanjirou wakes up feeling well rested. The nest he made smells better than ever, and even though he's in a pile of comfortable clothes alone, around him on the floor, all the hashira are sleeping.

Then, bit by bit, he remembers what happened while his inner omega was in control.

And he feels terrible about it. Tears start falling from his eyes because he's still on his nesting period, and his hormones are crazy even though he's completely conscious now.

"Tanjirou, what is it?" Muichiro is the first one to wake up. Cradling the omega's face in his hands, he leans closer. "Are you hurt?"

They all are awake now, gathered around him, with such concerned looks in their eyes, Tanjirou feels even worse.

"I took advantage of you!" He sobs. "Of your friendship and valuable time! I'm so sorry I made you give up your haoris, I'm sorry you had to act like my alphas to make me feel better!"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

Sanemi is angry, of course he is. He should be.

"You can... I mean I understand if you want to stop being my frie–"

"Tanjirou, my boy, my beloved, my darling," Kyojuro cuts him off, moving closer until the tip of his nose touches the omega's. "We are in love with you."

"What?" He blinks, as his tears finally stop sliding down his cheeks.

Gyomei kneels in front of him, finds his hands, and takes them in his.

"Tanjirou. You didn't make us do anything," he says, smiling softly at him as he tears up. "In your hands, you hold our hearts, all of them, and it's not because you took them; we gave them to you willingly, after getting to know your gentle soul and seeing the kindness you treat everyone with. Tanjirou, we have been yours for a while now, and we've been trying to let you know about our love for you. Please, let us court you."

Tanjirou takes a deep breath before touching Gyomei's hands with his fingertips gently and then looking at every single one of... his Pillars.

They are his Pillars now, aren't they? Tanjirou can finally see it all in the glimmer of their eyes.

It has always been there, he just... wasn't paying enough attention.

But he will from now on.

"Yes, you can court me. All of you."

He gets a lot of kisses and hugs after that, at least until Aoi comes in and reminds them Tanjirou is technically still nesting so they should be careful with the displays of affection.

Tanjirou makes a mental note to give something to Aoi for taking care of him.

She deserves it.

***

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[siffrinsfrozendreams]

This is my second time trying to make this post. it will probably be as much of a mess as the first draft but oh well.

Rant? Appreciation post? Character analysis? yeah idk what this is but spoilers for Act 5 and Twohats/secret ending ahead

Act 5 Siffrin lives in my head rent free. His break was SO good, and this post is me going off about them. Specifically, this post was brought on by how Siffrin tried to destroy the world, rather than themself.

It is very interesting to me how Siffrin bends and breaks reality and the world in this final loop.

How Loop, in their giving up, took it out on themself, but Siffrin takes it out on the world.

His last loop, their last attempt at breaking out of this eternal hell, because he can't do it again. They're hopeless. They're grasping at any sliver of hope they can, but at this point he can't deny how stupid it is. How pointless this is. How all this effort will likely amount to nothing, and that he's trapped here forever. That nothing will break them out of this.

"I know its stupid, I know its a long shot, but it has to be this!"

This quote from Siff's argument with Loop towards the beginning of Act 5 always stuck with me. Siffrin, this whole time, has always told himself that things are fine. As long as they have a path to follow, they'll be fine. Slowly, we see them struggle with keeping this up, but he always comes back to it.

Not this time.

This time, its all too much. He knows his plan is stupid. They know this won't work. Why would it? But also... what else can he do? What other choices does he have? Being honest with themselves and admitting that this won't work is the same as admitting that he's trapped here forever. That reality is seeping in, but he's still struggling for whatever shreds of hope they can manage. Whatever flicker of light they can see, they'll take it, even if they know the light will go out as soon as he does. Even if he knows it will amount to nothing. He has to.

Then he realizes that Loop knew there was no escape.

Siffrin can't take it. He can't take it, because it means Loop knew this whole time that Siffrin was stuck here forever, that they knew there was no way out of this, and that they were just stinging Siffrin along this entire time.

Siffrin's guide, his helper, the only person/being who knew about the loops, the only reason Siffrin wasn't completely alone this entire time... lied to him. Strung them along. Gave them false hope that they could see a new tomorrow. And it fucking breaks him.

Already grasping for whatever shreds of hope they can, now forced to face the reality that he'll be stuck here forever. Loop lied to him. They can't trust them. So he leaves, and never contacts them again.

Then they return to the Clocktower, only to hear his family talking about him. To hear Odile say that they can't trust him, and none of the others disagree with her.

Siffrin. Is. Alone.

(Which, funnily enough, is the exact opposite of what they wished for.)

The only person who knew about the loops, Siffrin's guide, is a liar and untrustworthy. Siffrin's family doesn't trust them anymore, and are planning to leave him behind.

Siffrin is tired. They're also out of options. So, what else are they supposed to do, aside from the only thing they can at this point? The only thing they've ever known...

They enter the House.

He has to take down the King himself.

His last shred of hope. The last flicker of light before they're plunged into an abyss of despair. Their final attempt at ending this loop, no matter the cost.

Alone.

What else is he supposed to do, who else are they supposed to lash out at, aside from the world itself?

There is nothing left for them here. No one to go back to. Their family hates him, and Loop is untrustworthy. They can't even remember his own blinding country, can't read or speak the language, and can't remember anything about it. Everything he could be holding onto is gone now.

So, he takes his anger and despair out on the world itself. On the House, his eternal prison. On the sky, with stars they don't recognize. On a world, that will forget him and abandon him just like everything else has.

Because, either he breaks out of the loop this time, or there won't be a world to come back to to loop again. Because they can't do it again. Not anymore. They've had enough. What's the point of going on any further? Whats the point of trying to open a door that doesn't even exist?

Its either this, or nothing.

Loop had no one from the very beginning. They were alone for it all. When they gave up, they took it out on themselves. Who else was to blame for their suffering, after all?

Siffrin, however, had Loop. They weren't alone for any of it. As hopeless as they felt, Loop was there to help him. That is, until now, and Siffrin can't handle it. Can't handle the only person whose been supporting him through this knowing that he was trapped here forever from the start.

Of course he'd take out his anger on a Universe that betrayed him. What else would they do?

[thewayitalknj]

Part 3 ;  A continuation from my blurb which can be read here.

Quick Notes - Well, I wanted this to be the final part but I felt it was getting too long so...Enjoy! :)

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Your baffled. Bewildered. Unbalanced. Because in this moment, you realized, once again ; you are left alone with Eddie.

"What do you mean they left?" You began to walk closer.

"They..." He shrugs. "Left."

"And where did they go, exactly?"

"Dunno."

"Okay Eddie, this isn't making any sense nor do I understand. Why would they leave us..." You grit your teeth. "...alone?"

"Maybe they had some errands to run back in town. They really didn't go into detail."

You step up to the counter, taking a seat across from him. "At 9am?"

He shrugs, again.

"They just said they were going to be out of the house for a few hours."

"How will we know they're safe-"

"I'm sure they'll be fine." This whole situation is odd and off to begin with. Why would you friends leave you alone...AGAIN...after you kindly asked them to STOP?

"Okay, okay fine." You step off your barstool chair and make yourself a cup of coffee, turning to Eddie. "So, what do we do today?"

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As much as you were annoyed with your friends once again pulling another trick, you were in a way thankful. You've always had this small daydream of spending the day at Lovers Lake with Eddie and now it's happening. Thank your lucky stars.

Hell you were even thankful your alarm woke you up so early. You spent the first part of your morning drinking coffee while watching Saturday Morning Cartoons.

You spent the afternoon swimming, eating lunch by the dock.

By midday afternoon you found yourselves on the kids playground, kicking your legs as your swings took you higher and higher.

"Are you gonna jump?" Eddie yells from your left.

"Only if you do!"

"Alright then. 1....2...3!" You both leapt into the air. You landed on the sand first with Eddie trampling over you, both of you laughing hysterically into the humid air. "We still got it after all these years huh?"

"We sure do." As you look up at him, he looks down at you. Even with the overcast clouds above Eddie's eyes still sparkled with the bit of sunlight left.

You've never been this close in proximity before, it almost feels like time stopped. You both begin to catch your breath as he moves himself closer, and closer and closer. Just as your noses touch, eyes closed, mouths just inches away ; thunder claps across the sky and the rain begins to fall.

"Shit, come on!" Eddie screams as he helps you up, both of you sprinting back to the cabin. As you enter back in you switch on the lights and grab some towels from the spare closet.

"Well that could have been worse." Just then the lights flick a few times and then drown out. You both share a look ; "....I spoke too soon huh?"

"Guess so. Are there any candles in there?"

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You lit a few candles, made a makeshift lounge in the middle of the living room filled with blankets and pillows, had cereal for dinner. You thought the almost kiss was long forgotten, that maybe it was just a spur of the moment type thing.

After playing every board game you could find, you now found yourselves playing 2 Truths 1 Lie. Anything to pass the time at this point.

"I feel like it's been forever. What time is it?" You asked, shifting your position.

"It's past 10 now."

"Okay, it's your turn."

"Alright...I stole a cassette tape from Ralph's Record Store-"

"That's true, because it's happened on more than one occasion."

"Okay damn-"

"You're gonna have to try harder than that Munson. I know you too well."

He rolls his eyes as he thinks. "When I was 8 I took in a stray cat and hid it from Wayne until he found her in his laundry. Had to give her up because Wayne swore he was allergic but I think he was lying."

"Hm, what color was the cat?

"Gray, with white on her face."

"Her? So what did you name her?"

"Vixen."

"Ha nice. Okay. One more, what's the last statement?"

Eddie thought to himself, the whole reason everyone left was for him, for you. It was his idea, why would he back out now?

***

--The Night Before--

“Dude, you gotta tell her.”

He knew, he always knew how he felt about you ; and now he feels like a fucking idiot.

"Wait, tell her what?" Steve perks up, looking around the room. Everyone's eyes went from Jonathan to Eddie in an instant. "Oh shit, please tell me he means when I think he means."

Eddie slowly nods his head.

"You're in love with her?" Nancy whispers. He nods again. "Did, anyone know?"

"Just Jonathan and Argyle." Eddie answers, pointing to his friends.

"What?! Why didn't you tell us?!" Robin exclaims. Everyone "SHHHH's" and looks upstairs.

"Because you and Steve can't keep a secret and Nancy would have just told Jonathan anyhow. Argyle just...I just knew he wouldn't tell anyone." He looks down at the floor, ashamed he never said anything in the first place. He should have, they were his friends. But you were his best friend.

Argyle speaks up from the counter while popping in a marshmallow from the pack you threw down earlier, "Yeah and it's been hella hard. I've been rooting for you since we started leaving yall alone together every time we hung out."

That's when Eddie's head shot up. Looking up at his friends, one by one. "And that is exactly what you're going to do."

Everyone looks at him confused. "Do...what?" Robin questions.

"What you always do, leave us alone."

***

You snap your fingers in-front of his face. "Eddie? Hello? You still there? Come on it can't be that hard to think of a third statement-"

"I'm in love with you."

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[magicjesuscup]

I have feelings towards solo-romanced Halsin's ending/epilogue.

Halsin and Tav celebrate all night, and in the morning Halsin starts throwing out mixed signals. He's leaving to take care of the kids that were orphaned after the netherbrain fight and doesn't give any indication that he wants Tav to go with him, but it also doesn't sound like his feelings for Tav have changed.

I would've been (1) confused by the lack of an option to go with him, (2) hurt because this sounds like a break-up speech (like a "we shouldn't be together anymore, but let's stay friends" type thing), and (3) concerned that something's wrong because he's otherwise been a very good communicator up until this point.

It looks like originally going with him wasn't even an option (which was a weird choice to offer him as a love interest, but not give players a way to stay with him at the end of the game), and when that was patched in, they did it in the meanest way they could. Tav's line is:

Visit as soon as I can? Don't be an ass, Halsin. I'll come with you right now.

Oof. I wouldn't talk to my lover like this, and I don't know that I'd stay with someone who talked to me like that. I also want to note that I think you only get the cute, bragging "I love Halsin" lines to say to the other companions at the party if you call him an ass here first. Thanks, I hate it. I wish it was something more along the lines of:

Why can't I go with you?

Either option could've led to (most) of Halsin's dialog that followed.

But what about all that you'll miss out on? Your name will be feted in this city - there will be parades, medals, feasts, hands to be shaken, babies to be kissed…are you truly sure.

I know in the epilogue he's still surprised Tav chose him, and I'm trying to figure out why, and why he didn't throw out Tav accompanying him as an option. I get that a lot of people he loved/cared about didn't stay in life, but none of them left him voluntarily. His parents, the archdruid before him, and his peers died to either illness or the shadow curse. Thaniel's absence is only temporary if you lift the shadow curse, and the only reason he "left" in the first place was because he was trapped by the curse.

It would've made way more sense to me if he had a little freak out after falling in love with Tav and having the realization that the person he loves could turn into an illithid thrall. They would be gone, and he might have to kill what's left if they tried to eat his or someone else's brain. Also, it would absolutely be horrific to watch Tav go through ceremorphosis. Having a mind flayer parasite isn't the same as being sick, but it is a physical affliction that Halsin can't fix. He's weirdly positive that they'll find a cure, and they never do (at least not in the sense of medication or surgery).

It also would've made sense if he had a bit of a breakdown if Tav asks for one last kiss before the final battle starts ramping up. Things are getting stupid dangerous, and this has historically been when his friends start dying. But, nope he's still super calm here too and optimistic that they'd live (although after their night together, he admits he didn't dare believe they'd actually survive).

I'm not sure if they did the whole, "I'm going to ride off into the sunset, but watch the horizon for you everyday," thing to add some drama, but it feels out of place considering these other options. If Tav was going to "leave" it would've been due to the parasite or not surviving the battle. In the epilogue, those dangers have passed. If anything, it's at this part of the story where he should've felt most secure in their relationship because he's never had someone leave him "just because."

[mmurazz]

Love on Act. lhs

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note. special uploud because today is heeseung's birthday!! happy 23rd birthday heeseung!! all engenes wish you all the best, oh and yes this is a bit of a fast part because i'm trying to find ways to finish this but hopefully i can, thanks to for those who enjoyed, taglist is still opened!

YOU SAT THERE, ALONE ONCE AGAIN. Heeseung is gone, and you're just left with your own thoughts, thoughts about how your relationship isn't real, and how you'll have to keep up the act. It makes you feel so sad, and your heart hurts from the weight of it all. You lie down on the bed, and continue to cry silently, feeling completely alone. As you lie there, you think about how this marriage is just a business deal for both of you. All you need to do is to act in front of other people, and be the ideal, loving couple. But you can't help feeling sad that Heeseung doesn't love you, and that this marriage is just an act. It makes you feel so hurt and alone..

The gossip you heard replays in your head "Their marriage will only last a few months.." "They don't love each other..." "Their relationship will only last two months..." "They'll divorce even before that." You can't help but think about how it's all true, and you find yourself crying even harder from thinking about the possibility of your relationship ending soon.. Every time you try to stop crying, more and more tears just pour out, until you can't stop yourself from sobbing. You feel like your heart is breaking, and you're completely alone. You feel so hopeless, and you don't know what to do.. All these thoughts just make you cry even harder, and finally, exhaustion takes over your body. You slowly fall asleep, still lying in bed alone, crying softly..

You dream of a happier life, where you and Heeseung truly love each other, but when you wake up, you realize that it's just a dream, and you feel an ache in your heart. You realize that no matter how much you wish for it, the truth is, Heeseung doesn't love you, and that your relationship is just a business deal.  

Will the wishing star help her..? Does her wish come true when the shooting star appears..? Let's find out in a few more days

You feel exhausted from all the crying, and the weight of the thoughts running through your head. In an attempt to cope with how you're feeling, you fall asleep again, but the thoughts of your false relationship come rushing back to you in your dreams. You dream of how you and Heeseung truly love each other. You feel warmth and happiness in your dream, but then you wake up, the dream leaving a void in your already shattered heart. You realize that that kind of a relationship will never happen... All you can do is to act like a good, loving, doting wife in front of people. The realization makes you feel so lonely and lost. It's too hard for you to bear the truth, so you just stay in bed, feeling trapped in your own unhappiness. You feel so much pain, knowing that you'll never have a real relationship with Heeseung, and that you'll always have to act in front of others, showing them your 'happy relationship'. 

You're left alone in your bed, with these overwhelming thoughts, as the reality hits you like a wave. No amount of wishing and hoping is going to change anything, and what is happening between you and Heeseung is all a lie. You feel so trapped, with nowhere to go, so you just stay in bed, crying silently, and wishing that things were different.. 

Eventually, sleep takes over your body again, and you drift off into a deep slumber. But even in your dreams, you're left feeling alone and broken, haunted by thoughts of the lies that your relationship is built on. You keep on having terrible dreams, and it feels like you can never have peace, even in your dreams. The weight of everything is too much to bear, and you can't help but feel like you're falling deeper and deeper into sadness and loneliness. You feel like you're stuck in a dark tunnel with no exit, only filled with pain and despair. 

THE NEXT MORNING, You woke up, your eyes red and puffy, but you have to put on a fake smile and act like nothing is wrong. You make breakfast for Heeseung, as the good 'wife' that you are, but inside you're still hurting from everything that has happened. You prepare the table, setting it with plates and utensils for breakfast. Your heart is heavy, but you have to pretend like everything's fine, even though you're hurting inside. This is your first taste of 'being a wife', even though your marriage is just a business deal for the both of you. “Heeseung..! Breakfast is ready..” you called him.

Heeseung comes in, and sits down at the table, he takes a look at you, and speaks,

"You seem tired, did you have trouble sleeping?" He asks, sounding a bit concerned. He doesn't know (partly) that you were actually crying in bed last night. 

“Y-yea I couldn’t sleep well last night.. but that's fine! Don’t worry about it”  you reassured him, not wanting to make a situation in the morning.

Heeseung looks at you for a moment, before speaking,

"You sure? You don't have to act brave in front of me, you know.. I can tell if you're tired." He says, his tone sounds a bit concerned, though it's hard to tell if he's pretending. He really cares about his business reputation, so he acts concerned to some extent. 

You force a smile and reassure him, saying, "I'm good, don't worry."

You try to hide your true feelings, but Heeseung knows you're not completely fine. He can tell that you're exhausted, but he doesn't press further, he just sits down and has his breakfast. You feel so alone and trapped, even though Heeseung is sitting in front of you, it feels like you're miles apart from each other. You both eat breakfast in silence, the sound of your heart breaking is so loud, even louder than the quiet sound of the utensils. All you can think about is how your marriage is a lie, and that you have to act in front of everyone to make it look real. You can't even fully enjoy the breakfast you made. The awkward silence continues as you both finish your breakfast, but you don't leave yet. You stay, acting in the 'wife' role, and make sure to clean up after him, even though you feel so sad and hurt inside. 

You clean up after Heeseung, washing the dishes and putting away the leftovers. Even though you're doing these chores, you feel so distant from Heeseung, like there's an invisible wall between the both of you, no matter how physically close you are. You finish cleaning up, but even though you spent some time with Heeseung, you still feel so alone and unloved. You're still trapped in this fake marriage, with no way out. Your heart feels so heavy with despair, but you have to hold all these feelings inside. You try to keep a smile on your face, but inside you're hurting so much. You realize that this will probably be your everyday life from now on -- cooking for Heeseung, cleaning up after him, and acting as the ideal wife even though it's all fake. The loneliness is almost unbearable, and you just feel so hopeless. Even though you're physically close to Heeseung, you feel a thousand miles away from him. You wish you could escape all these responsibilities, but you know that as a 'wife', these are your duties, and you have to fulfill them no matter what. Weeks pass, and you continue your daily routine. You cook for Heeseung, clean up after him, and act like the perfect wife, even though inside you feel dead. You hide your true feelings, pretending like everything's okay, but you're dying inside… You try hard not to make mistakes, because every time you do, you get lectured by Heeseung. He's always telling you to improve, to be better, to be perfect. It's exhausting, but you have no choice but to keep up with it all...

cpyrght. @mmurazz

tglst. @mheretoreadff @lovestruck-sky @orimuraa

[gemini-sensei]

I think Demetri x chubby!bimbo!Reader is such a fun idea. it would be great to see their dynamic, how they treat each other, how they flirt in front of everyone which makes Reader blush, Demetri being proud to show her off because he never imagined being with such a woman, etc. I'm also super interested in seeing them in a more spicy and steamy dynamic. any ideas about that?

love your writing btw this is one of my fave accounts on this app

So many ideas, I need to make headcanons. And omg 🙈🙈 I feel so honored to be one of your faves. I never know how to respond to such things, so thank you 😊

Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Bimbo!Reader Headcanons

CW: fluff and smut hdcns, piv sex, oral (fem receiving), illusions to monstercock!Demetri,

🤓 talk about the unlikeliest of couple to grace the earth. Their friends definitely didn't see this one coming but as soon as they see them together, they get it.

🤓 Reader is smitten by Demetri. His smarts make her fall head over heels for him every time he opens his mouth. He can be talking about the most random shit and she'll have goo goo eyes the whole time. Omg she's hanging off of every word he says and in the beginning of their relationship, he doesn't even realize she's gawking.

🤓 long make out sessions where she sits on his lap and the rest of the world disappears. They're so caught up in each other that no one else even matters. They'll be sitting for so long and someone will come up to them, try to get their attention, and realize it's futile then walk away, leaving Reader and Demetri to their own devices.

🤓 when things start to get a little more sexual in the relationship, Demetri is a little nervous. He's impressed Reader up to this point but he doesn't want to under perform in bed. He's seen porn videos but knows that isn't enough. So when it's time to get down and dirty with her, he takes the time to learn everything she likes.

🤓 eating her out is easily the best way to get her super excited, and also ready to take him. Her fingers in his hair are magic, and he loves it when she tugs on his dark locks and moans his name, bucks her hips into his face. He has to hold her waist to keep her still, usually meaning his fingers dig into the fat of her hips and give her that extra sensation.

🤓 she loves riding him and he loves watching. Taking his big fat cock as deep as possible, working her way down his length until their hips meet, and she bucks her hips, grinding down on him, sending him to heaven. She moans his name and gushes about how deep he is inside of her, how full she feels. It's a rollercoaster, one she could ride for hours, overstimulate herself on and not even realize it. She just knows he makes her feel good.

🤓 especially when he hits it from the back. He somehow reaches further and pounds her fat cunt into oblivion. He leaves little crescent shapes on her hips from his nails, fucking her hard and deep. She begs for more and he has to stop himself from going that extra round immediately after the last one so he can take care of her properly, make sure she has enough water and a break in between rounds. Sometimes during the break she decides her pussy has had enough, but other times she leans back on one hand and uses the other to play with her puffy folds, beckoning him to come fuck her again.

Can and will do more of this dynamic. If you have any ideas/asks/headcanons, send them to my ask box ;)

[agvstdr]

new bodies, different Sam and Dean.

it's a morning like any other but as soon as sam and dean start talking, i realize that something is wrong.

"you're weird." i point out looking at them

they both shake their heads, it's clear that they're hiding something from me.

i pretend nothing's happening, maybe sooner or later they'll tell me what's happening to them, in the meantime i try to take care of some hunting.

"sam did you check if there's any cases?" i ask while i drink the coffee they made for me

i look at sam, but dean answers me:

"i think i found something." as soon as dean answers me, sam clears his throat

"did you do the research?" i ask dean surprised as he always leaves this job to sam

"no, i meant that sam found something, right sammy?"

"uhm yeah sure."

it's all too weird, but i can't understand what's going on.

"what are you hiding from me?"

"nothing." I reply at the same time

"if I find out that something happened and you're hiding it from me, I'll be really pissed off."

when it's lunch time, I decide to go out to buy something.

when I come back, I find them sitting around the table, ready to have lunch.

"cheeseburger for dean and salad for sam." I say putting their usual dishes in front of them

their reaction is strange, however, because they look at the dishes almost disgusted.

"did I get the orders wrong?"

"no no." replies dean starting to eat his cheeseburger but he does it with a grimace, and it's very strange because dean always compliments them on how good it is.

"something is happening here and you are not telling me anything."

the day goes by like this: the winchesters continue to act strange but they do not tell me anything.

in the evening, i go to dean's room and i find him intent on reading a book... dean winchester reading a book, this is stranger than all the things that happened today. dean and i do not have a relationship, but it happens that in the evening i find myself in his room or he in mine: sometimes we talk, other times it happens that we remain in silence in each other's company while other times it happens that we have sex, tonight this is exactly what i want.

"what are you reading?"

dean looks at me and is surprised to see me in the room, as if it was the last thing he expected.

"uhm i found it in sam's room and i took it."

once again everything is weird but i don't ask for explanations because i know i won't get one.

i sit on the bed next to him and i feel him stiffen.

"are you okay?"

"yeah why wouldn't i?" he's lying, he never reacts like this

"do you want to be alone?"

"no stay."

i smile and give him a light kiss on the lips and as soon as i pull away, his eyes are wide with surprise.

"okay what's going on? you never react like this. i want to know the truth, now."

my tone is unapologetic and so dean tells me the truth.

"you mean you're sam and dean is in your body?"

"exactly."

all that was missing was for someone to switch the bodies of the two brothers.

"do you know who did it?"

dean or rather sam shakes his head.

"tomorrow we'll call rowena to help us."

"that's the best thing."

we remain silent, an awkward silence because i kissed him and so now sam knows about me and dean.

"sorry for before i didn't know it was you."

"no problem, i'll pretend nothing happened."

i give sam a smile and after wishing him goodnight, i go to sam's room, to talk to dean.

"dean are you awake? can we talk?"

i hear noises in the room and then after a few seconds the door opens, revealing sam who is actually dean.

"you're in the wrong room."

"no, i know about the body swap, let me in."

"i knew sam would talk." he says rolling his eyes and I feel like laughing

"he had to, I kissed him and he reacted badly."

"you kissed him?"

"are you deaf? yes I kissed him. I wanted to kiss you but you didn't have the courage to tell me what was happening! so it's your fault."

"i didn't mean to worry you."

"so it's better that i kissed sam?"

"you kissed me, sam is just passing by."

i can't help but laugh, at what he just said but also at the whole situation.

"you should have seen his expression, he didn't know how to say that he didn't want me to come near without getting into trouble."

"typical sam."

"what does it feel like to be in the body of the more handsome brother?" i ask just to tease him

"if you find him more handsome why do you come to my room almost every night?" i see him smirk satisfied with his answer

"you're right, i think that from tomorrow you'll find me here in the company of sam."

"don't you dare."

we both laugh, because we know that this is something that will never happen, sam really is like my brother to me.

the next day, rowena shows up at our place, because sam called her explaining the situation, the witch after having a good laugh at the expense of the winchester brothers, with a spell, simple as she says, brings things back to normal.

dean returns to his body and sam to hers.

"so everything is okay?" sam asks rowena to accept herself

"my work is done, bye guys."

"well now we want to talk about the fact that you are together?"

OOPS.

[fuctacles]

in love and war finale

Spicy Six Challenge by @thefreakandthehair, part 1 here, part 2 here, you know the drill

T | 2466 | pre-relationship | they are confused gay rookies in the 80s | sick-fic I guess?

“Why aren’t you in bed? Or the couch at least?!’

“He has a point.”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

“Well I’ll let you know I moved the phone and I’m sitting in an armchair wrapped in a blanket.”

“Who are you talking to?!”

Steve is glad for Dustin’s irrational fear of his viruses, because it’s the only thing stopping him from ripping the phone out of his hand, maybe pushing him back to bed too.

“Tell him I said hi.”

“Eddie says hi.”

Dustin starts hyperventilating.

Thankfully his mom came to the rescue with a steaming cup of tomato soup.

“It’s great you boys are keeping your spirits up but you shouldn’t be sitting on the floor, Steven. Maybe we could move an armchair for you?”

And thus with their leave, Steve had a cozy station next to the phone, piled with blankets and pillows. Not dissimilar to Eddie’s on the other end, whom he called as soon as the Henderson’s left.

“So, you were saying?”

“You know this stays between us? This is the most intimate Eddie Munson knowledge that you’re not to share with anyone else.”

Steve laughs. Just hearing him joke was helping his body recover and he feared he'll be ready to go back to work soon.

“Tell me your dirty secrets, Munson.”

“So, this dungeon I’m working on is a cursed tomb of an overthrown mayor…”

Steve likes a good story. Everyone does. He was never that much into fantasy, but the fact that one of his favorite people came up with it made it a thousand times more interesting.

“Ah, I guess it’s my turn for the kid’s visit.” Eddie interrupts himself about fifteen minutes in. “Do you also feel like you’re on a deathbed, visited by your grandchildren in hopes they'll be in the will? He’s getting the dice anyway...”

Steve snorts.

“Now that you mention it…”

“Are you guys still on the phone?!” Dustin’s voice is so loud Steve hears it clear as day on his end.

“Yeah, sorry babe, I’ll call you back.”

The line goes silent. 

And Steve knows he’s joking with the pet names, teasing in the silly way that he does but the more he hears him in his ear, the more he realizes he wants it, wants to try. He hopes Eddie wants it too.

His cold lets off faster than Eddie’s and he’s anxiety-cleaning as soon as he feels the strength to do so. He cleans the pj’s and sheets at boiling temperature so instead of sweat and sickness they smell like ‘provencal dreams’ which he thinks means lavender. The pills and syrups scattered on the coffee table get into the medicine basket. The armchair though, stays by the telephone. He’s waiting for Eddie to wake up and call him (so he can call back not to put the enormous phone bill on him) like he’s been doing for the past two days. Being sick together was almost as bonding as fighting evil. 

When the phone rings he runs to reach it and is almost embarrassed to do so, so he takes a second to breathe before picking up.

“Hello?”

“You don’t have to call me back.”

“Ah, sorry, the reception is shit, I can barely hear you. Let me call you back in a second.” He grins to himself when he hears Eddie’s resigned sigh. He dials the number from the emergency list above his phone immediately. 

“Hi,” he says, smiling like a fool.

“Well, someone sounds chipper today” 

“Yeah, I think I'm good to leave the house, finally. Also, this guy I like keeps me company in my misery.”

“Oh? He sounds like a nice dude.”

“He is,” Steve smiles, sitting down and pulling his legs up onto the seat. “He cares about his friends, saves the world sometimes, and hosts this dorky game for a bunch of nerds on the weekends. A true samaritan.”

“You think so?” Eddie sounds quiet on the other side. 

“Yeah. That's how I see it, at least.” He frowns, fingers twirling the cord anxiously, worried he stepped over a line. That’d suck because he had planned to step over some more today. 

“Thanks. I think you’re a nice guy too.”

It was the simplest compliment he’d ever gotten, but it made something in his chest tighten.

“Yeah?”

“Duh. You jump into demonic waters head first and ferry around a bunch of ungrateful kids.”

Steve snorts.

“That I do.” And then, before the conversation gets even further away from him, he adds, “Hey, listen. Since I’m feeling better, I’ll probably be back at work tomorrow.”

Eddie made a disappointed grunt on the other side.

“So I was wondering if I could visit you today? Maybe take over Dustin’s soup delivery?”

Eddie makes a sound that he’s unable to interpret.

“If you don’t feel up to it, it’s okay-”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

So Steve presses his lips together and waits.

Eddie sighs. 

“I’m feeling better, I guess you can visit if you don’t mind a sick person mess.”

“I just cleaned up mine today, no worries.”

“Yeah, okay. But about… the other thing…”

He trails off and Steve is one step away from biting his nails off. Or the phone cord in half. 

“You’re still sick and thinking about it, I-”

“Steve! Let. Me. Speak.”

He makes a noise of agreement into the receiver. 

“Like, I think I need to see you. Because I know you are hot, objectively. But do I think you are hot? Does my dick think you’re hot?”

“Eddie-”

“I’m speaking.”

Steve bites his lips with a smile. He can feel himself blush.

“So I have some things to verify. Come over, Wayne’s not home.”

Steve can’t help it, he bursts into hysteric giggles over Eddie’s attempt at a seductive voice with his clogged nose.

“Hey, now-”

“No, no, I’d love to. Should I bring protection? Like a face mask?” He manages between giggles. 

“Oh, you little-!”

He doesn’t remember the last time he had so much fun flirting. He curbs his amusement to manageable levels and looks at the clock. 

“I’ll call Ms Claudia if she has any special deliveries for us today. I could pick them up and be at yours in an hour, maybe two.”

“Sounds great.”

“Want me to pick up something?”

“I’d kill for a can of coke.”

“Got it. I’ll bring a movie we could watch too.”

Eddie hums his approval.

“Something light that my sick brain can process, please. I’ve had enough fever dreams about war and Russians. Never again letting Wayne pick the movie when I’m sick.”

Steve snorts.

“Okay, noted. See you soon?”

“See you soon, Steve-o.”

Claudia isn’t thrilled by his plan to visit Eddie, but a mother’s disapproval hasn’t stopped him before and certainly wasn’t going to now. He accepts the jars of soup, kisses her on both cheeks, and lets her tuck him up for the short walk from the door to his car. 

The drive is shorter than he expects, even with the partially shoveled roads. He feels completely unprepared for whatever might happen at his destination but he pushes on because the uncertainty might make him sick again. 

A tiny note on the inside of the window tells him the door is unlocked so with little hesitance, he pushes in. He knocks on the door, looking around.

“Eddie?”

“Over here!”

His voice sounds way better in real life than it did over the phone and Steve locks the door and unties his shoes to follow it. Eddie is sitting on his bed, wrapped in at least two blankets, and there are books and notebooks surrounding him. 

“Welcome, welcome!” he grins at him, which lights up his face prettily despite the unmistakable traces of battling the flu. His nose is red and dry from constantly wiping it, his face pale and his lips chapped. There are bags under his bloodshot eyes and the little hair peeking from under a blanket hood looks greasy.

Steve wants to give him a hot bath, wash and condition his hair, and moisturize his whole body, which is a weird thought to have about a romantic interest, even for him.

“Did you bring the goods?”

Steve holds up the plastic bag in his hand, making the jars inside clink. If only Ms. Henderson could see the sparkle in Eddie’s eyes at the sight of her soup, and how he brushes his hands together happily.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, then.”

Steve shakes his head.

“You can stay here, I can do it.”

But Eddie is already up, shaking his curls back at him. 

“And burn our new trailer to the ground? No thanks. The stove is a bitch and only the chosen ones can operate it without injuries. I’ll show you how to work it.”

Steve is listening to him, but he’s also very fixated on the bat pattern of his pajama bottoms and the fluffy green socks he’s wearing. One of the blankets he kept on flows behind like a cape.

“Okay, but I’m doing it,” he insists, following behind and just a tiny bit unmoored by the conversation. He was expecting something less… Normal. More awkwardness, confessions, and hurt feelings. That’s what he’s been preparing for.

“Of course, my shiny knight, of course,” Eddie assures him, reaching for a pot. “Will this be big enough?” he asks, eyeing the jars Steve’s putting on the counter.

“Think so.” He shrugs, eyeing the pot and opening the jars. 

“Okay, come here.” Eddie motions him closer and Steve obliges, standing right next to him and the heat he’s radiating. He smells a bit sweaty, which is understandable, but he can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath, meaning he brushed his teeth before Steve’s arrival. He tried not to think about the implications of it. 

“Okay, so never try to light the right top burner…”

He listens closely to all the instructions and shoos Eddie away as soon as possible to operate the stove under his watchful eye from one of the kitchen chairs. He goes through three matches to get the fire going under the pot but he gets the soup on the burner without much more damage.

“Do I get the Chosen One title yet?” he asks as he idly stirs the soup.

Eddie snorts.

“Don’t get cocky before finishing, dear Steven.”

“Fine,” he huffs. 

The silence settles between them and he doesn’t know where to go from there. But he told himself before coming that he’d wait patiently for Eddie’s answer and simply bask in his presence without pushing. Maybe turn up his charm if it feels right but that’s all. 

“What have you been doing stuck at home?” he asks, the need to break the silence overwhelming. 

Eddie hums, his eyes unfocused on the heating soup.

“Read Hobbit for the eleventy-first time, polished the postponed campaign, and planned for the next one already. Though, with these little bastards, it was probably a waste of my time. Rewatched a couple of movies?” he adds, voice tilting like it’s a question. When Steve hums in interest, he continues. “Paid extra attention to the actors. Turns out, Harrison Ford? Kinda hot.”

Steve snorts, taken aback, and when he turns, Eddie’s grinning at him sheepishly. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I might be into dudes, after all.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He smacks his lips obnoxiously and sucks in a breath. “You know, last time I tried to ask someone out, she said she was not interested at all, in anyone, and skipped town.”

Steve whines sympathetically. 

“Shit, man. I’ve never chased a girl out of town.”

“It did numbers on my self-esteem, I’ll tell you that.”

“I promise to stay in town if you ask me out.”

“Would that make me the guy?”

Steve cocked his head and studied Eddie for a while. He never thought about the dynamics of a same-sex relationship. Would he like to be ‘the girl’? Wooed and treated gently, gifted with flowers? Kissed on the neck, and spooned to sleep? He felt his cheeks grow hot at the imagery.

Unfortunately, Eddie noticed and his smile grew.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Steve shrugs, turning back to the soup.

“Aww, you’d like to be my princess, pampered with gifts and kisses?”

Steve made a point of focusing on his task and hiding his face. 

“So what?” He bristled. “What if I do? Would it be… Is that bad?”

“What? No! Why would it be bad?”

He shrugs. He doesn’t know why but something in his gut keeps telling him it is.

“Why would wanting to be cared for, be bad?”

“Uh, well…” Steve focuses his stinging eyes on the soup. He’ll have to turn it off soon and won’t have any excuses not to look at Eddie.

There’s a shuffle behind him and soon a warm body presses against his back, hugging him from behind. Eddie’s still wrapped in a blanket so they make a slightly awkward bundle against the stove.

“Besides, Princess Stevie sounds waaay better than King Steve,” Eddie presents his final argument and Steve lets out a surprised snort.

“You’re such a fucking weirdo, I swear.”

“Well, it worked on you, sooo…”

“And I still have no idea how,” he sighs dramatically. He squeezes the arms around him gently and turns off the stove before nudging Eddie away so he can pour the soup into bowls. They sit down to eat and when he hands Eddie a spoon he ignores it and slurps the soup straight from the bowl.

“Savage.” Steve rolls his eyes but can’t fight his amusement at his antics. Eddie smacks his lips loudly and grins.

“So, anyway…” He drums his fingers against the bowl. “Do you wanna go out, whenever Wayne gives me the all-clear to leave the house?”

Steve grins, watching the loud man be hesitant for once.

“Are you asking me on a date, Munson?”

His already red nose gets even redder.

“We don’t have to call it a date, we can just hang out, just the two of us.”

“Nah, I’d rather call it a date.”

Eddie inhales and a smile spreads on his face.

“Okay. Let’s do it then. Arcade? I feel like cinema dates are such a cliche.”

“Yeah, but there’s this new movie I’d like to argue with you about.”

“Is it The Fly? Or The Little Shop of Horrors?” Eddie prods with excitement. Because a heated debate on the first date sounds utmost alluring.

Steve extends his leg under the table, nudging softly at Eddie’s ankle. He nudges back with a grin and they rest their legs against each other. A simple touch they can settle on until Eddie gets better, until the date they plan in the cramped kitchen over bowls of soup until the sky turns dark.

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Fuck away the pain

Pairing- Jake Sully x f!reader

Summary- Tsu’tey up and left you one day and what other way than Jake letting you use him to fuck away the pain.

Warnings- Using sex as a coping mechanism kinda, using people for sex but the other person knows your using them, fingering, p in v, hickeys, just a little bit of angst, crying (a lot of it), the L word

A/N- omg tessa making an actual fic instead of just talking about it 🫢 okay but i actually love this

Jake watched as you downed another drink, it had been your fourth and he hadn't seen you eat anything that day, or the days before. He saw the way you glared daggers into Tsu'tey and his new mate. He always suspected that something was going on with you and Tsu'tey but never this. He made his way over to you holding his own cup of nectar. ''Hey baby.'' He said giving you a sweet smile, Jake was always sweet to you, always giving you flowers, presents, he called you baby even though you had protested because you were not a baby.

''Hello JakeSully.'' You say looking at him yellow irises dazed and tearful and your cheeks deeper in color than the rest of you. ''You okay?'' He asks as the tears pooled at the bottom of your eyes threatening that if you blink once again they'll fall. It seemed you were fighting to tell him something before taking another sip of the cup, ''I don't see the issue in telling you.'' You begin to say as the many flee back to their home leaving you and Jake alone.

''Me and Tsu'tey had relations.'' You say and he nods confused on why you would tell him this now that Tsu'tey was mated. ''All the way up until two days ago.'' You say and Jake understands now you, just like everyone else in the clan had no idea that Tsu'tey would ask Ninat to be his mate, and then the tears spill, drinking the last of the nectar you put the cup down. ''And now all I feel is this pain, this ache within me that won't go away, I just want it to go away.'' You cry in Jake's arms.

He soothes you by rubbing circles on your back. ''It's okay baby, its okay.'' He coos into your ear as you climb into his lap his big, strong arms hold your sides as your jagged breaths move with his shallow ones. You look at him and you finally realize what would keep the pain at bay. It seemed Jake got the message too as he saw the way you stared at him, ''You can take it out on me.'' He whispers and you slam your lips into his, teeth clashing as your hips move in motion against his groin. ''Show me where it hurts, baby.'' Jake said pulling from the kiss moving to your neck, he sucked deep marks into your blue skin, his large fingertips going over them.

Grabbing his hand you bring it down to your covered cunt. The material so thin you could feel the heat from his hand against your core, you couldn't stop yourself from getting off on his hand. His unused hand untied your loincloth from your sides and tail he pulls his hand away earning a whine and he smiles as he places his fingers in between your soaked folds, yelping at the action which soon turned into a low purr when he moved them, playing with your clit, your hips moved in sync with his fingers, your thighs trembled as you felt a coil in you tummy. You were close, so close. Pressing your hips down harder you open your mouth sweet whines leaving you. Jake changes his pattern when he touches the right spot, circling your clit over again he holds your top between his teeth watching your tits jiggle every time you ground yourself against his hand. And finally it happens, you came so hard you thought you'd never come down, you heard the voices of angles ring through your ears, your vision clouded with lust, your hips stopped moving as your pussy throbbed against his hand. After you get off and down on your knees and Jake stops you from undoing his loincloth. ''You don't have to baby.'' He replies and you smile at the nickname rather than protest than usual. ''C'mere lets get you home and cleaned up.'' He said helping you up to your feet and back home.

After that night you and Jake were attached by the hip, you told him what happened with Tsu'tey, how he and you used to have sex all the time, after hunts, in the mornings, days, and nights. You told him how you loved Tsu'tey and how Tsu'tey told you he loved you too. And you told him the pain you felt when you saw Tsu'tey kiss Ninat in front of the entire clan claiming they had mated in front of Eywa. And so Jake saw how you felt, he saw how better you felt after he helped you get off, and so he let you use him. It's not like he minded.

Stepping on your tippy toes you kiss him and he kisses you back, this time it was different, more passion. You stumbled onto the bed taking your top off, Jake was quick to follow reaching behind himself to undo his loincloth from his tail, he took it off throwing it across the room. He watches you shed the loincloth that hid the place he really, really wanted to get to.

You look at him as you place your loincloth down, your knees inward covering most of you, and when your eyes meet his the lust in his eyes shot straight down to your heat, opening your legs Jake could have sworn his heart stopped right there. Sure you two have had sex but something this time was different but you couldn't place it. Jake shuffled in between your legs, his length hit your wet lips. He looked into your eyes as he grabbed his pulsating cock, dipping the tip between your folds, stimulating your clit with the mushroom tip. Lapping against your pussy lower and lower until he makes it to your entrance, it throbbed against his dick. Wanting him to impale you, to fuck the pain away. Slowly he stretches you open, every inch of him spliting you open til you felt like you couldn't anymore but you did until he bottomed out in you his balls resting snuggly against your ass.

''Jake,'' you said and he looked up at you. ''Move.'' You quietly pleaded and he nodded as he brings his cock half way out before thrusting back into you making your moan turn into a borderline scream, kissing your open mouth the moans turned into whimpers as your hips moved in sync with his thrust, a quiet ‘pat pat pat’ went through the home as Jake pulled from the kiss and shallow breaths and whines left you. Lifting your hips up angling his cock in a different position, he was hitting your sweet spot every thrust, he knew you were close the way you squirmed under him, the way your nails dig into his back, the way you counted his name over and over again like it was the only thing you knew, amd Eywa save him he loved it, no he loved you.

It may have been the sex, it may have been the nearing climax, but the next words that left his mouth he had no control over, “I love you Y/N, I love you.” he said squeezing his eyes close as he felt the clenching walls of your cunt and you gushing around him as he emptied his load into you. He opened his eyes and he saw you with tears in your eyes. Pushing him off you get up wiping yourself off and wiping your tears away, “Y/N wait—“ He says but you pull your top over your head and fix yourself leaving him behind and regretful.

It would be days before Jake would see you again. And anytime you would see him you would go in a different direction.

You wished he wouldn’t have told you, that he would have left things the way things were. But life is never that easy, unfortunately. You tried to fight the feelings that began to grow for Jake, but when he just had to say the L word you couldn't fight it. You have never felt this way about anyone, not even Tsu’tey. You thought you loved him but you've been wrong before. But you couldn’t, truly, you couldn’t hurt like you hurt with Tsu’tey so you decided you would distance yourself from him until he forgot or moved on with you.

But there was no real way Jake could move on from you. From that night after the party you moved Jake's world around and for the first time he's loved someone and he didn't want to lose it, lose you.

He knew you were the one that was lookout tonight so he waited, lighting a few candles to keep him up, finally you came through. He was halfway asleep but the sound of your voice whispering his name and your soft hands shaking his shoulder. “Are you awake?” You ask and he looks at you answering your question. A large part of you begged to stay but you ignored it as you began to walk away. Soon stopped as Jake's hand wrapped around your wrist bringing you in front of him.

“Jake—“ you said and he shushes you wrapping his arms around you burying his face into you inhaling your scent. It was a minute before he spoke but when he did it was quiet and small.

“I know, I know just use me one more time, fake it like you love me please.” He says and you hear the sadness in his voice and the wetness of his tears that began to fall. It hurt you that you made him feel how you fought so hard not to feel, holding the sides of his face pulling it up and hus his teary eyes looking up at you, “Show me where it hurts baby.” You whisper and more tears fall from him. “Everywhere.” he whispers and you tilt your head and give him a kiss.

The saltiness of his tears spilt into the kiss as your tongue played with his, lifting you onto his lap he broke the kiss but your lips still touched lightly. You wiped his tears away kissing both sides of his face, your right hand reached between the two of you, removing his loincloth only left hanging on one side, pumping his cock in your palm, fondling his heavy balls in one hand. After you deemed him ready enough you pulled your own loincloth to the side lifting your hips he helped guide his length down to your entrance one hand on your hip helping your balance.

And then your hips melted down to meet him, groaning at your warm velvet walls that engulfed him. Jake held your face pressing his lips into yours, kissing you, a kiss that says “I love you, I will always love you.” Pulling away from the kiss you had tears in your own eyes as your hips moved against his. his thumb found its way against your clit, hitting it everytime you bounced on him.

He was so lost in the beauty of you and he really ddint care anymore he chanted, “I love you, I love you.” Every thrust, every hit of your g-spot, every clench around him and the tears fell from both you and him. “I love you too Jake, love you so so much.” you cry looking at him and as your eyes meet his cum coats your insides and your orgasm wash over you, your mouth hoes open but not once did you dare close your eyes maintaining eye contact with the man in front of you.

After a minute you stayed together basking in each other not knowing what to do other than just be.

Request Open 24/7

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OHHH ALPHA SYDNEY WITH OMEGA KYLAR... Howls about it. How simple things seem when they're younger (probably before they present), how complicated it all gets as they grow up...

Sydney noticing Kylar being bothered by people in the library and going to do something about it, because barred from talking to them or not, Kylar doesn't look well (and part of Sydney still cares for them), full of cornered-animal fury but looking closer to collapse than they've ever seen, and the library is their responsibility, and they Can do something here, it'd be worse not to and surely the Lord would understand - only to be hit with the full force of Kylar's heat (preheat?) once they've shooed off the others, their heart that's already beating fast with the stress of confrontation speeding up for a different reason...

(The pure force of want that hits them frightens them. Their mouth starts to water, eyes dilate, they have to hold their cross to steady themself (maybe haven't ever been so close to an omega in heat before) - but they can't focus on that, can't afford to indulge the sinful thoughts and Kylar is still staring wide-eyed up at them and they can't, they need to get them somewhere safe, as much as part of them aches to lean in closer and scent them and mark them and take care of them, Kylar looks ill, they need to go to the nurse, or they need to go to Sirris, and and and...)

(God. And to be KYLAR here, cornered (yet again.) but knowing it's so much worse this time because they're going into heat, they're going to be vulnerable soon and these bastards can *smell* it on them, they have their pepper spray but they'd get another assault charge with so many witnesses - they just need to get away, to make sure they aren't followed, they need to get home and cobble together some nest to curl around their owl in, hide away in for a while and...

Suddenly they don't have to endure it anymore. They're being saved, someone's coming to their defense, and their heart jumps into their throat before they realize it's Sydney standing there with a ruler in hand, putting off pheromones Kylar never would've expected from them, actually talking to them again, for once, worrying about them... THE MIX OF EMOTIONS GETS ME!!!)

Whether either of Sydney's intentions pan out, or Kylar just runs away instead, Sydney ends up going home early, too. They feel distracted, feverish, they... God. They're beginning to get frustrated with their chastity belt, which is a mortifying thing to even think. They're clearly ill. (A/N: that's rough rut, buddy...) They can't stop thinking about it.

(Unbeknownst, Kylar might be having a very similar reaction in their own house.)

(BONUS: ohhh there is some connection to be drawn between scentmarking in omegaverse and body writing . Leaving a mark people can smell/see, whether just friendly or far more intimate...)

im dead and buried anon jesus christ i could kiss you omg

Kylar that night, feeling obviously conflicted, because, on one hand, that's Sydney, their former friend that hasn't talked to them in years, and reconnecting now of all times has to be a joke. But on the other hand... Sydney saved them, and that look in their eyes at that moment was, was just... Incandescent, as well as just purely indecent. The hot feeling in their gut won't go away, and every time they remember Sydney's face and the want in their eyes, Kylar can't help but grind on their plushie and bury themselves deeper in their nest.

They spend their whole heat just fantasizing about what could've happened in the library, desperately rutting into their pillows while picturing Sydney's face and body. Once the heat passes, they'll obviously have very mixed feelings, but in the moment, this is all that's getting them off. Imagining being Sydney's omega, having Sydney as their alpha, the life they could have... It's putting them in a trance.

Meanwhile, Sirris is getting worried, Sydney hasn't come out of their room for dinner and their voice is very strained when Sirris asks what's wrong. Maybe it's just sickness ? But what kind of sickness requires the help of the toolbox and lubricant ?

Once they're both ready to come back to school, Kylar is surprised to see Sydney waiting for them at the school entrance, and even more shocked when the latter quite literally douses them in their scent. They're too stunned to even think about getting away, and Sydney takes this opportunity to ruffle their hair and slip away with a smile. Surprisingly, they get bullied less the following days.

(oh man i had such a blast reading your ask i was literally jumping around thinking about this !!!)

[sentientgolfball]

Just sort of stares at Rain in shock. Can't figure out what to say, or how to say it. The only thing he can ask is -

"Does Dew know you're in here?"

Only realizes after saying it that he's standing in front of the only safe exit from his room, to the ghoul he damn near killed last time they were near each other. Only realizes when Rain tenses up a little - prey ready to fight back or run.

Moves from the door immediately, leaves it open, shuffles off to the side so he's not even in lunge distance if Rain went to run out.

He's tired and drained from his shift - Omegas put him on pretty rough shifts lately, saddling him with plenty of work in hopes of keeping him too tired to try anything again. Aeth hasn't been worked to the bone like this since Omega wasn't able to work and it seemed like everyone on the ministry grounds got sick in the same week.

But Rain relaxes, isn't quite as on edge now that there's a clear exit. They both know Aether could keep him from running if he wanted to, he can see it in Rains eyes.

He doesn't want to, though. He's tired, and he's lonely and... Damnit, he misses his pack! He misses them, and he hates it because he dug this grave. He deserves to be shunned. Deserves not to have a place in the pack anymore.

And yet Rains here, offering a branch for him, offering to be someone for him and Aether's a weak ghoul, okay. He doesnt like Rain, but still crosses the room to sit on the edge of his bed. Far from Rains side, but on the same bed all the same.

Purposefully keeps his back to Rain - a sign of trust. A silent signal that if Rain wants revenge, Aether's leaving himself vulnerable to it on purpose. And also to hide the way his face is going red because he's trying to not cry, his eyes are all teary and god, how long has it been since he's sat so close to a fellow ghoul without feeling unwanted?

He misses his pack. Misses the closeness. Knows he wont get it back, ever or any time soon. But he'll take whatever scraps he's given, he'll be good and wait.

Maybe eventually his feelings toward Rain simmer down. Less hate, slightly more affection. Rains nice to him. Nicer than he should be, given what Aether did.

The hurt lingers, though, for Aether. Seeing Dews mark on Rain, the times he sees Rain with one of the other packmembers. An ache deep in his chest - not hatred, just... Envy. He misses it, misses them. He's lonely and wants them, it feels like he's homesick.

........ sometimes wishes something would happen to him, something bad, something life threatening, so they'll care. So he'll know if some part of them care still, or if he's keeping a flame for ghouls who won't ever want him again. If he's once more holding out hope for something that's never going to come to fruition.

GUHHHH I DONT EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD THIS IS EVERYTHING

it slowly gets better from there, but what he did will always be in the back of his mind. Always makes him wonder how long before the calmness goes away. If everyone is just pretending. He knows they’ll never seem the same even as things start to go back to normal. It’s different and he’s the only one to blame.