#anyway it smelled like marshmallow

[nsfwitchy2]

Ok being in the attic bedroom is sooooo fucking nice holy shit

I finally have room to like. Do things. I lit a candle after my shower tonight and it was beautiful.

[fruitbatvampiresociety]

The special relationship between a repressed queer and the limited edition bath product scent that gave them weird gender feelings that were fully smothered at the time,,, unmatched

[radrobotz]

these marshmallows taste like paper

[shawtuzi]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: two bfs hehe, bratty black!reader, some serious edging, sorta sub!suguru….yeah ahem anyways, eren is mean, unprotected sex, creampie, a little use of a vibrator, rough sex andddd i think that’s about it///someone requested more bfs!eren x geto and who tf am i to deny them

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“i’m home!” suguru called out to his two lovers, kissing his teeth when he was met with silence. ‘probably taking a nap together’ he thought to himself as he tossed his keys in the dish, a loud clink! echoing throughout the apartment.

he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, body immediately relaxing at the smell of toasted marshmallows and vanilla—a new candle scent you’ve recently become obsessed with. as geto made his way to your shared bedroom his brows scrunched together in worry—did he just hear you whimper?

now when suguru opened the door to your room he didn’t know what to expect, but he certainly didn’t expect was to see you, stark naked, the only item of clothing on you being eren’s belt that had your trembling hands secured against your back. eren, of course, is at the scene of the crime, the sleeves of his compression shirt pulled up to his elbows while he held a vibrator to your clit.

“oh good. you’re home,” eren yanked the wand away from your pussy, pinching your thigh when you whined in protest. he ran his thumb over the irritated skin, giving it a kiss before fully turning his attention to suguru. it made suguru’s stomach twist (in a good way) when eren smiled at him, emerald eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for the man before him.

“how was your day? how was work? i missed you,” eren stood up, walking over to suguru to take his jacket from him. eren was met with silence and chuckled, eyes flitting to your breathless figure on the bed.

suguru licked his lips, “it was fine. slow like, uh, like usual.” silence filled the air once more until your tiny, hoarse voice called out ‘suguuu’.

eren whipped his head towards you, eyes narrowing, “shut up. you don’t get to talk to sugu right now—not after how you acted today.” you huffed in defeat, burying your tear stained face in the fluffiness of your pillow. suguru bit his lips, hands itching to reach out and wipe your tears away n caress your body.

he was the softer one out of the two men—a certified pushover. all you had to do was bat your pretty lil lashes and say his name in that honey smooth voice and he was done for—knees buckling to give you anything your little heart desired. he was never one to punish, shit he can’t even scold you without feeling bad.

eren, however, felt that a little punishment never hurt nobody. if you got to mouthy you’d be met with a nice little swat on your ass or a stern talking to with your cheeks squished together, practically touching noses with eren as he scolded you. all this happens when suguru either isn’t around or looking bc lord knows the second he sees a pout forming on your lips he turns into captain save a hoe.

“what did she do?” suguru mumbled, running his hand over the petal soft skin of your ass. although he hated seeing your tear stained cheeks he couldn’t deny that you looked divine like this. you were ass up with a pillow under your tummy, your glistening pussy on perfect display for your boyfriends. the pillow was absolutely soaked, the soft cotton sticking lewdly to your folds.

eren sat on the bed, vibrator in hand, “tell him what you did baby.” you whined, ass wiggling when you felt the wand press against your clit. eren pressed the toy harder against your pussy, his patience with you wearing thinner by the minute. “i didn’t do nothin,” you huffed in defeat, looking up at suguru to give him your best doe eyes.

eren circled the wand around your clit, dick twitching when you began you hump against it. you felt the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter but once again, for the umpteenth time, eren removed the vibrator, chuckling at your cries.

“let’s try that again, and be honest this time.”

eren swiped his thick fingers through your folds, collecting your essence before pushing his ring and middle finger in without warning.

suguru’s hands were clenched by his side, too horny to barely even breathe. he’d never seen this side of eren before and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“i said i d-didn’t do anythinggg,” your feet kicked against the bed as eren’s fingers halted their movements. eren’s face was blank as he stared at you, the cogs turning in his head as to why you were being sooo fucking bratty. “i see…” he hummed, eyes flicking over to suguru, who was as still as a statue, then back to you.

“sugu i need you to do me a favor.”

“okay…?”

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“you ready to talk now? hm? ready to apologize for being a fucking brat all day?” eren raised a thick brow, the tiniest grin forming on his lips as the state you were in. your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, droll falling from your kiss neglected lips as suguru pounded your pussy from the back. you sucked in a breath when he hit a particularly deep spot, your pedicured toes curling in pleasure.

it took almost all your energy to give eren a firm, yet still weak ‘no’. you could see eren’s smile falter slightly, irritation swirling in his eyes at your stubbornness. he gently tapped suguru on his lower back, signaling for him to pull out.

suguru pulled out with a grunt, a shiny pearl of pre leaking from his tip and onto your ass. he rested his dick against your ass cheeks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at how soft you felt. eren felt for the man he really did, but you needed to learn, and what’s a better way to teach you a lesson than to edge you to tears??

“why are you being so defiant hm? you don’t like me anymore?” eren asked, now sporting a fake pout on his lips. you shook your head repeatedly, a fresh batch of tears brimming your lash line, “of course i still *sniffle* like you eren. i love you.”

“then apologize.”

“no. *sniffle*

eren let out a noise of amusement, his fingers tapping on suguru’s back. you sighed dreamily when you felt sugu fill you up again, the veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your walls. suguru pulled out almost halfway then thrusted back into you with a loud squelching sound following. as much as he was enjoying your punishment he kinda hated it as well because he himself was also being edged, and your baby suguru does not care for edging.

“you’re doing great sugu,” eren praised him, running his hand down suguru’s back. suguru grunted out a thank you, his hand finding purchase on the belt that was still binding your wrists as he fucked into you almost desperately.

“you do realize not only are you robbing yourself of cumming, you’re robbing suguru of his orgasm as well. that’s not very nice y/n, sugu is so good to you,” eren smirked when he saw that caught your attention. suddenly suguru gasped rather violently, his hips stuttering slightly. “s-she’s clenching around me so f—hucking hard ‘ren,” he could barely pull his hips back with the way your pussy was greedily pulling him back in.

you were such a little shit.

“s-sorry sugu,” you breathlessly giggled, pressing your ass against his pelvis, grinding harshly against him. suguru whimpered something along the lines of him being close to cumming but eren refused, telling him to fuck you faster, harder. although it brought frustrated tears to his eyes suguru did as he was told and fucked you so hard the headboard was surely going to leave a dent in the wall.

you silently screamed, your nails digging harshly into your palms. “please ere—”

“not until you say sorry.”

“i s-said no—”

“just say you’re fucking sorry y/n,” suguru growled, pushing your head roughly into the pillows. he was this close to cumming, and he’d be damned if he disobeyed eren. it was silent for a moment, the only thing being heard were the sloppy sounds of suguru blowing your back out. it wasn’t until you felt the rough pads of suguru’s fingers against your clit that you finally gave in, crying out ‘m’sorry renny!’ until you physically couldn’t.

“cum.”

you and suguru belted out pornographic moans in unison, hot white pleasure coursing through your veins. his sweaty forehead fell against your shoulder, his hips weakly grinding into your ass as he milked both his and your orgasm.

“looks like she’s still cumming, keep going sugu,” eren ordered, his eyes flicking between the two of you to gauge your blissed out faces. geto whimpered, but listened regardless, his hips settling for shallow thrusts as you rode out your long awaited orgasm.

after giving the two of you a few minutes to catch your breath eren undid the belt around your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the sore skin. “now was that so hard?” he asked turning you over on your back. he spread your legs, eyeing the mouth watering mess between your legs. suguru was nuzzled into your side, his hand clutching onto your breast for comfort.

“don’t act up anymore y/n…don’ like punshin’ you,” suguru’s words were slurred as he drifted in and out of consciousness. eren cocked his eyebrow, “you hear him y/n? let’s not let this happen again.” you gave eren a weak nod, mewling when you felt his fingers swipe against your folds.

“you didn’t think we were done did you?” eren laughed, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. you ogled his naked chest of course, clit pulsing at how good he looked. eren removed his sweats and briefs in one go, his dick slapping against his abdomen. suguru said a silent prayer for you, because the way eren was looking at you like you were his prey?? oh nothing good could possibly come from that.

“you faced your punishment, now it’s time for your reward.”

it’s safe to say since that night you were careful with the way you pushed eren’s buttons.

[astro-stars]

@restless-soulz okay you sent several so im gonna do each in seperate posts! (also i may have done every dorm cause i wanted to show off all my borders)

anyways headcanons!

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: Can fold paper into perfectly symmetrical shapes without measuring. Also hates peeling fruit because he finds it messy.

Ace Trappola: Always knows where a vending machine is, no matter where he is. Also despises raisins because they "ruin cookies."

Deuce Spade: Has an uncanny ability to fix squeaky hinges but doesn't realize it's a rare skill. He can also never say no to pudding.

Cater Diamond: Can whistle in several pitches at once, like a human harmonica. Has an odd hatred for glitter glue because it gets everywhere.

Trey Clover: Can tell if a cake will collapse just by looking at the batter. Hates eating fondant because it’s “cheating” in dessert making.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: Always knows the best spot to nap, even in new locations. He absolutely despises cucumbers but will never explain why.

Ruggie Bucchi: Can find loose change anywhere. Also, he hates eating fancy food because it's "too small and too weird."

Jack Howl: Has an oddly good sense for detecting storms before they happen. Doesn't like eating cheese because it "smells funny."

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto: Can perfectly mimic the sound of coins dropping or keys jingling. Secretly avoids eating popcorn because it gets stuck in his teeth.

Jade Leech: Can name every mushroom he sees and their uses. Strangely dislikes marshmallows because they're "too boring."

Floyd Leech: Can pop his joints in and out in unsettling ways. Refuses to eat bananas because they’re “too mushy.”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim: Can untangle anything—necklaces, headphones, or strings—almost instantly. Oddly, he doesn’t like eating figs because “they look weird inside.”

Jamil Viper: Can tell what spice is in a dish just by smelling it. He refuses to eat canned pineapple, claiming it’s "offensive to the fruit."

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit: Can perfectly tie a bow on the first try, no matter the ribbon. Hates eating candy apples because it ruins his lipstick.

Epel Felmier: Can open any jar, no matter how stubborn, but dislikes eating cauliflower because it "tastes like nothing."

Rook Hunt: Can track anyone just by their footprints or scent. Avoids eating scrambled eggs because they’re “too ordinary.”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: Can troubleshoot any device with a single glance. He avoids eating gelatin because it reminds him of "weird textures in horror games."

Ortho Shroud: Has memorized every cheat code and shortcut for games from the last 20 years.

DiasomniaMalleus Draconia: Can sense when lightbulbs are about to burn out. Hates eating fondant because it tastes “artificial.”Lilia Vanrouge: Can imitate almost any bird call. He refuses to eat oatmeal because it’s “too boring for his adventurous palate.”Silver: Can fall asleep anywhere, even during loud chaos. Dislikes eating overly spicy food because it disrupts his serene mood.Sebek Zigvolt: Can remember every lecture word-for-word but avoids eating seafood because it’s “too slimy.”

I LOVEE MY BORDERSS

[vroombeams]

oh, OH, kee, please please please, if lando + 28 with whomever or on his own is anything, i'll be ever in your debt 🩷

from this prompt list - curse of obedience

"It'll only last the day," Jon tells him as he passes the bottle over. "Probably only just a bit past the race."

It's meant to be reassuring, but Lando's not assured. Re- or otherwise. The bottle's unlabeled, as tall as his thumb, full to the brim with a pearlescent-green fluid that looks vaguely radioactive. Might even actually be. Who can tell, with witch stuff?

He's never really bought into the whole magick thing. It's never really come up, considering most of this stuff is explicitly banned in Formula 1. But somehow Andrea or Zak or someone even more upper-level has gotten the clearance for this one. Pocioun of Obedience, the release form'd called it.

Why's it spelled that way, anyway? Witches. Bunch of freaks.

"Surely this isn't legal," Lando mutters, rolling the bottle between his hands. As if he hasn't brought this up a thousand times already.

"Unfortunately, it is," Jon says. He does sound appropriately regretful. At least he'll be around to keep Lando out of any questionable hands. "Just get it down, you'll be alright."

Like it's that simple.

Lando pops the cork. It smells a bit like marshmallows, something like liquorice when he brings it closer to his mouth. It doesn't taste all that bad either. Vague and sweet, thick on the tongue and warm on the way down his throat. It heats him up pleasantly from the inside. Doesn't feel all that bad, really. Did it even work? He doesn't feel—

"Stand up," Jon says.

Lando stands up.

Well. Shit and also fuck.

"Touch your toes," Jon says, and Lando does.

"So freaking weird," Lando says, folded in half, face buried in his knees.

Jon laughs, and says, "Alright, you're all good."

He straightens up without having to be told. He knows in theory how it'll work—Will, over the radio, will be able to give him solid orders and he'll have to obey. But it'll slip off once he's told something along those lines, given the okay. Carry on, Lando. You're alright.

He doesn't understand the mechanics of it, really, nor does he think it's really necessary. But the team can't afford another Hungary. No matter how many times Lando's promised to be good this time around.

"C'mere," Jon says, and Lando's across the room before he can think. Jon's grinning up at him, too overjoyed to be anything but endearing. "Give us a kiss." He taps his cheek, and Lando bends to kiss it.

"Would've done without the frickin' potion," Lando mutters, while Jon laughs up at him.

He nearly forgets that he's taken the potion—excuse him, pocioun—by the time he's getting ready to head out on track. He's gotten through media and all the other pre-race bits without any incident at all, which, as Jon keeps saying, is nothing short of miraculous.

Jon's run off to have a piss, and commanded him to stay out in the hall. Like an asshole. So Lando's just stood here staring at the wall, palms itching. He wants to stretch, do a jumping jack or ten, anything but stand here. But Jon's exact words had been just stand right here. So. He's just standing. Right here.

It immediately puts him on guard when Oscar rounds the corner. Racesuit down around his hips, water bottle in one hand, tugging at the collar of his fireproofs with the other.

This is the worst case scenario, Lando thinks. He doesn't know if Oscar's still pissed at him about the team orders debacle. This is not the time to sort all that out, probably.

Oscar stops, just a few feet away. Looks Lando up and down.

"How's it feel?"

Lando's brain goes to about seven thousand different places before he realizes Oscar means the potion.

"Oh," he says, shifting uncomfortably. He can move his feet, but not much else. "Not much different than normal, really."

Oscar's gaze sharpens, tightens up like a harness. Lando's chest does something similar.

"But you did take it," Oscar says.

"Yeah," Lando says, feebly.

Oscar says, "Get on your knees."

Lando gets on his knees. Shit. Shit and fuck and also hell. What's he gotten himself into? What is Oscar going to do to him?

What Oscar is going to do, apparently, is stare silently down at Lando for a long, long minute. The sort of sleepy ambivalence Lando's used to from him has taken a sharp turn into something more powerful, something more threatening. Oscar takes a step closer. Close enough that Lando can smell the garage on him, hot metal and fuel. The vague spice of his deodorant hovers somewhere under all of that.

Swimming under or in or alongside the fear, Lando thinks: this could be kind of hot. Oscar's hot. The situation is hot, minus the whole actually-can't-disobey-at-all bit. And even that could be hot, with some ground rules.

There are no rules, though. None that Oscar's obligated to follow.

Oscar smiles, then. This crooked little thing that's sharper than Lando's used to.

"See you on track," Oscar says, and turns, and just fucking leaves Lando there. On his knees. On the fucking floor. Stuck here, until Jon comes along and saves him.

Jesus Christ. What the fuck was that?

[howi99]

From the Nest 4

_ during the night _

Nora: A memento?

Jaune: *showing her Crocea Mors* Yeah, it was my ancestor sword. The sheath was made during the great war, but the sword is a lot older. They aren't suited to my fighting style, but a sword is a sword, right?

Ren: *grilling some marshmallows over the fire* As long as it does the job.

Nora: *tilting her head* Huh, so you are more the agile type?

Jaune: *pensive* Hm... I'm nowhere near my master's level. I can't jump around extremely fast and all that. But i'm confident in my footwork and my dexterity. *Smirk* I'm quite the dancer after all.

Nora: *rolling her eyes* Urgh, i tried learning from Ren and it was a nightmare!

Ren: *extinguishing the marshmallow* It wasn't rocket science, you just lacked patience.

Blake: *continuing to read her smut her book* ...

Jaune: *looking at her* By the way, you do realize your bow twitch every time you get excited, right?

Blake: !? T-that's- How did you-

Jaune: *shrug* I don't think anyone here cares about your origins. *Looking at Nora and Ren* Right?

Nora: *eating Ren's marshmallow* W'y woul'- *gulp* Ah~. Why would we?

Ren: *frowning at his stolen marshmallow then sigh* Honestly, i thought it was a stylistic choice on your part.

Blake: ...

Jaune: *crossing his arms behind his head* And where i'm from, we don't really care what your gender or race is. As long as you are strong enough to survive, that's the only thing that matters.

Blake: *mumbling* I thought i was hiding it well...

Jaune: *chuckle* You were, but we all lived in the wilderness. Spotting details is important.

Blake: *Sigh with a small smile* I know... But could that stay between us?

Nora: *thumbs up* Sure!

Ren: *grilling another marshmallow* If that's what you want.

Jaune: *shrug* I ain't no snitch.

Blake: *relieved* Thank you.

_ morning _

Blake: *smelling something appetising, slowly waking up* Mhgn fish....

Jaune: *grilling some fish over the fire* Good morning.

Blake: *stretching, looking around* They already left?

Jaune: *shrug* Apparently, Nora was fixated on eating pancakes... Whatever that is.

Blake: *surprised* You never had pancakes?

Jaune: My food for the last 12 years has been whatever i could forage, hunt or trap. *Chuckle* Sugar wasn't really something i could afford.

Blake: *wince* Sounds like a rough childhood.

Jaune: *shrug* It made me stronger, that's what's important. *Seeing the cat faunus staring at the fish* You want some?

Blake: *drooling, but not wanting to impose herself* N-nyoes?

Jaune: *laugh* Hey, don't worry, i got more-

Blake: *stars in her eyes* THEN YES!

_ later _

Jaune: *searching his locker, seeing the child Weiss talking with someone else* Hm? *Walk to them* Oi!

Weiss: *groaning* Not him...

Jaune: *smirk* Hey now, i'm just here to ask some-

Weiss: *annoyed* Can't you see i was talking to Pyrrha?

Jaune: *looking at the red haired girl* Guess that's your name?

Pyrrha: *tilting her head, genuinely surprised* You never heard of me?

Jaune: *rolling his eyes* Again? First the pipsqueak and now you?

Weiss: *angrily* STOP MOCKING ME!

Jaune: *smile deviously* Start growing up.

Weiss: *vibrating with anger* YOU- YOU-

Jaune: *more nicely* You know you can fire back, right? I don't mind a well thought insult or two.

Weiss: ... Giant oaf...

Jaune: *genuine smile* Need more work, but it's a start. *Looking at Pyrrha* Buy yeah, i got no idea who you are.

Pyrrha: Really?

Jaune: *shrug* nope. *Examining her arms* But from what i can see, you seem to train yourself hard. *Nod* That's good.

Weiss: *nodding along* Of course she trains hard, she's the 4 times Mistralean fighting tournament champion.

Jaune: *pensive* Hm... I think my sister said something about living in the same city as you, now that i think about it. *Shaking his head* But anyway, does one of you know where i can find my locker? *Scratching his head* This place is a complete maze to me.

Pyrrha: *smiling* It would be my pleasure.

[brainrotandbedrot]

okay. im a perfume nerd and i just can’t get this out of my head and these are all my own little brainworms so 🤪

perfume scents that every man in the 141 loves.

price is a classy man. but i also think he isn’t a huge fan of anything strong — he likes how you smell naturally. anything light, airy, a little floral but not like grandma rose perfume floral. price is the type of guy i see having fresh laundry scented candles in his house and a “fresh and clean” air freshener for his car. this man is tired and approaching middle age and he just wants his shit to smell good. including you. i hc something along the lines of maison margiela replica’s lazy sunday morning edt, glossier’s you edp, dedcool’s fragrance 03 blonde edp. for something more recognizable, gingham and sweet pea from bath & body works.

i feel like he’d also like chanel no. 5 just because of the name. his mum wore it. it’s sentimental for him.

notes: crisp fruits (pear, apple), light floral (jasmine, rose, lily of the valley, lilac), light musk, milk

gaz loves when you smell like a cashmere sweater. warm, sweet, but soft and homey. he wants to come home and just sit there and sniff you because you smell like a warm hug after a long day (it makes sense in my head okay). he’s the type to come along to sephora and ulta and hold the bottle while you spray the testers and he’ll tell you if something smells good (everything smells good, he likes seeing you smile & he’s paying anyway). philosophy’s fresh cream edp, ariana grande’s cloud intense edp, byredo’s slow dance edp, and skylar’s fall cashmere edp are all scents i think he’d love. i also feel like ivory cashmere from bath & body works is a given.

notes: almond, warm vanilla, berries (juniper, cranberry), cinnamon bark, sandalwood, light musk

johnny. johnny is a man of taste, okay? this man loves a unisex fragrance. (they all do. but like. johnny truly just loves a scent that is just a scent. no feminine or masculine packaging.) literally anything that smells good has his paws all over you. i feel like he’s a woody, earthy scents kind of guy. just smell like a forest and he’s head over heels. like le labo’s santal 33 edp, tom ford’s oud minerale edp, zodica perfumery’s eau de dallas edp, dossier’s ambery saffron and woody oakmoss edp. mahogany teakwood & into the stars from b&bw will also get this man’s heart rate wild.

notes: bergamot, oud, amber, musk, sandalwood, cedarwood, spices (cardamom, ginger), fir balsam

simon is a gourmand man. change my mind (you can’t). this man will get a whiff and have to stop himself from nibbling on you like a cat. or he doesn’t. you just smell too good, love. i don’t think he has a specific preference in terms of general scent, but anything that smells yummy has him drooling. sweet, warm, similar to gaz but more in the food direction than the cozy warm direction. i think le monde gourmand’s crème vanille edp, kayali’s yum pistachio gelato intense edp, billie eilish’s eilish 1.0 edp, sol de janiero’s brazilian crush cheirosa '71 fragrance mist. sweet whiskey and viva vanilla from b&bw are also delicious to layer with.

notes: gourmand (warm vanilla, brown sugar, marshmallow, caramel), amber (and ambery musk), florals (jasmine, orange blossom), nutty (almond, hazelnut, pistachio)

sorry simon’s scent notes are so long gourmand fragrances just have so many and they all smell good

[allforthegaymes]

Neil loves everything about Andrew.

He doesnt care when Allison teases him about it, saying thats what everyone says when theyre in a relationship.

He loves when theyre kissing and Andrew always pauses to smile against his lips. When he snorts at Neil when he dives back in to continue.

He loves the glimpse of Andrews chipped canine tooth from a snow sledding accident. Nicky had been driving the Maserati, Andrew dragging behind it on a sled as they coasted through the parking lot, slick with ice. Before the sled hit a curb hidden by the snow and he’d gotten tossed into a tree.

He loves the way Andrew glares, half pouting, drunkenly at him when he stands in the Columbia kitchen cutting marshmallows up to try and mimic the mini marshmallows Andrew insists on having in his cocoa.

He loves the way Andrew stands in some supermarkets clothing department trying to decide if paying $20 is worth having the pack of spiderman boxers. He loves the way Andrew washes them the second they get home and groans as he rips at least two seams on them after they shrink outrageously small after the wash. He loves the way Andrew stubbornly refuses to stop wearing them anyways.

Neil loves how Andrew leans over the counter in the bathroom, dragging beard dye over his eyebrows to tint them a shade so they can actually be seen. He loves the way Andrews head tilts back with an annoyed groan when they come out too dark and Aaron takes at least 20 pictures of him with dark bushy eyebrows. He loves the way Andrew lets him drag him to the girls dorm so Allison can give him an evil grin and fix them.

He loves the way Andrew refuses to let him light his own cigarettes. The first few times he’d lit his own Andrew would snag it from his mouth for himself, and light Neil a new one himself. Usually he just presses the tips of their cigarettes together, the lit cherry of his own lighting Neils. Or Neil will just pass his lighter over to Andrew, leaning forward with the cig held between his lips, wobbling slightly from the way hes trying to squash a smile.

He loves the way Andrew has no opinions when it comes to which video game they all play on tuesday and thursday game nights, but is the loudest at insisting which movie plays on friday movie night, arguing with everyone that they have to do the hat method for picking one and insists everyone else is teaming up on him when his doesnt get picked. He loves the way Andrew refuses to let Neil copy his movie choice onto his own piece of paper, even if itd give his choice better odds of being picked out of the hat.

He loves the way Andrew groans and grumbles when theres a heat wave and tells Neil he runs like a furnace, but stays firmly wrapped around Neils back anyways as the fan points directly at them in bed. The connected skin between them slick with sweat that makes Kevin complain about the smell in the room until Andrew points at Kevins stinky gym bag in the corner.

He loves the way Andrew asks him ‘yes or no’ whenever theyre about to do something new. Loves the way ‘yes or no’ slowly evolves into different situations. Texted to him from across a sports gala once theyre pro to ask Neil if he wants to ditch it with him early. Mumbled against his neck when he shows Neil the transfer request to move back onto the same pro team together.

He loves the way Andrew understands when Neil says no, that he wants to finish up talking to a few more coaches around the gala first. When Andrew asks him if he wants to try a new steakhouse and Neil would rather get Thai from down the road and sit in the Mas instead.

[bitter-me]

Coffee

Young Ranpo Edogawa | M. Reader

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"Your smell like coffee!"

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Coffee isn't Ranpo's thing.

They're bitter, sure the barista adds some milk and syrup in them but they're still bitter! Which is why he likes hot chocolate better. Unlike the bitter concoction hot chocolate is sweet and nice and warm, especially if you add marshmallows! Some may say that it's too sweet but not for Ranpo. It's just the right amount of sweetness.

And that leads to his confusion as to why his friend likes coffee.

Ranpo once saw [Name] drunk at least 5 cups to finish his school assignments. Like huh? Maybe it's a thing students have to deal with? I mean -- he's technically not a student so maybe that's why it confuses him to his wits end? Regardless the reason behind that habit Ranpo's not one to judge. After all, [Name] was the first ever person that understands him and doesn't shut him down like those adults were.

In fact, [Name] seemed rather fascinated by Ranpo's deductions and how he managed to know everything in seconds.

[Name] was the first person to do that... his first... friend...

So Ranpo's not going to judge him for something as petty as that.

The day Fukuzawa took him in, even though he won't say it out loud he was happy and grateful for it. And [Name] can't be any more happier to found out how Ranpo's life seemed to have a turn for the better. Even if Ranpo doesn't admit it [Name] had always knew about his struggles, his anxiety, his fears, everything. Which why he was beyond happy to found out about it.

Unlike Ranpo who seems to be very gifted in deductions and all.

[Name] is just an average straight A's high school student.

Ranpo has his life planned out before him, a path already build just for him, a path of being a promising detective. "The greatest detective" he'd put it. While [Name] have to find his own path.

Unknowing to all...

This set's him off the rails.

What is he supposed to do? What does he need? What does he want? People say to get a job that you like, that you enjoy. But what about money? Don't you need that to survive? But what if the job ended up being too hard and he'll not like it? What if it's boring? What if it's dull?

But then again what was the point? We all die anyways right? So what was the point in getting a stable and enjoyable job, and a happy life where we all just die in the end?

What if's and questions filled his head, day in day out.

He's not ready.... He needs more time...

But time won't wait for him.. or anyone in that manner...

.

.

Coffee is nice... It keeps your adrenaline high, give you a boost. [Name] couldn't help but enjoy it. That sudden boost of energy makes him more focus on his school work rather than his thoughts. Not to mention that they have quite a nice and pleasant smell the taste is also nice. Because of that [Name] would smell like coffee a scent Ranpo had grown to love, despite saying that coffee isn't his thing.

As time goes on, Ranpo began to be occupied with cases, while [Name] is busy with school. The two barely have time for each other as they used to. But they don't mind as it would just lead to them having a lot more to talk about once they meet again. It was nice... very nice... the warm and pleasant atmosphere...

"Hey Ranpo, since you're practically a detective now. Do you see a lot of bodies."

"Of course I do."

"So seeing one won't scare you? The scent of their blood and the sight of their dead, pale, and possibly disfigured form?"

"Of course not! What kind of detective get's scared of a corpse!"

[Name] chuckles at Ranpo's words, finding the small outburst to be entertaining in some way.

It was a rhetorical question...

It was a rhetorical question, right [Name]..?

Although he doesn't say it, Ranpo felt uneasy at the question. Why is [Name] suddenly asking about that? It felt random. Out of place. Completely out of the blue. It's common to asked that to a new detective, right? But why was it so specific? It probably didn't mean anything, right? But even so... Ranpo can't shake off the feeling that there's a hidden meaning to his friend's words... like a shadow..

As the days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into months and the months turn into years...

[Name]'s graduation day is growing closer and closer.

Ranpo can't be any happier for his friend, a friend he had grown to love... was finally going to graduate high school! He even requested a few days off for this special occasion! Not that he really need to as he could just walk off like usual. But still!!

As happy as he is, Ranpo can't help but have a gut feeling that something is wrong...

He can't explain it but... It's just felt wrong...

Like a dark cloud is hovering above him... dark shadow...

And....

......He's right as always....

The day before the graduation.

Ranpo received a case, which he had refused since he did requested a few days off for his friend's special occasion, but Fukuzawa insisted that he take it. Almost begging.

With no other choice, Ranpo accepts it.

But what he saw in the crime scene was one out of his nightmares.

He didn't even need to open the sheet that covered the body as his had already knew who it is.

The keychain attached to the book bag speaks for itself.

A keychain that belongs to someone dear to him... someone close... someone he had grown to love and adore... someone he was planning to spill his heart out to... someone he was hoping he could call his...

And the results of his deductions didn't help at all. It just made things worse as it revealed to him how much the victim was suffering. A pain that the victim didn't show until their last moments. A pain that Ranpo was too ignorant to notice. A pain where the victim decided that it was too much for them and wanted it to end.

"Why..?"

.

.

The next day... Ranpo graduated from a school he didn't even attend...

He did it in someone's stead.

.

.

Ranpo doesn't like coffee.

No....

He hates it.

[pomefioredove]

hello may i order a chocolate #2 with marshmallows and powdered sugar please?

STARTING OFF INCREDIBLY STRONG

order #2; chocolate with marshmallows and powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ but not today

tropes: coffee shop AU and roommate AU characters: fellow additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, not proofread I'm lazyyy, maybe ooc word count: 800~

You had really, really needed the money.

Business had been slowly, painfully dying, and you'd run out of things to pawn. Leasing your cramped apartment was the only thing you could think of- if you missed another month of rent, it'd be goodbye to the place, anyway. And your coffee shop.

You just had to make it to the holiday season. Things would pick up then, wouldn't they?

So, you were desperate.

But maybe not... this desperate.

Admittedly, when you'd gone around with the flyer advertising your want for a roommate, you'd been picturing someone... normal to call the number you'd left at the bottom. A broke college student, a struggling artist... someone simple, easy, down on their luck, like you.

Not.

Them.

"So you're saying the cookie jar just... magically fell out of the back of the closed cupboard and onto the kitchen floor?"

Fellow gives you a smug smile, leaning his elbow against the counter and watching you sweep up the shattered porcelain/pastry remains.

"That is exactly what happened, yes,"

You roll your eyes. This is the third time that something's been broken or stolen, not counting all the silverware you found stashed under a loose floorboard last Monday.

"And you saw this?"

Fellow looks hurt, putting a hand over his heart. "You say I'm lying, doll? I would never! I am telling the good and honest truth, and I swear it on my mother, my father, my... HEY! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH! DROP THAT!"

And he runs, chasing the smaller one, Gidel, out of the kitchen to pry whatever he's got out of his mouth (again).

You sigh, slumping against the wall.

It's only been three months, and you're already tired. Nay, exhausted. Between work and looking after your roommates, you're sore, you're achey, and you're over it.

At least they pay rent. You're don't want to know where they get the money, since you're sure they don't work.

You close your eyes. Just until the holidays...

Then, their lease is over, and you can kick them out.

"Are you truly that upset over cookies?"

You (painfully) open your eyes again. Fellow is standing in the doorway, holding Gidel by the scruff of his neck, who, in turn, is holding a dead mouse between his teeth.

At least they're good for something.

"It's not the... never mind. It's nothing," you push yourself off the wall and leave with the intention of locking yourself in your room for the rest of the evening.

And you're almost successful.

Well past dark, the smell of smoke reaches your room, and you begrudgingly get up.

This is it, you think, They're doing arson now, too.

"What's that?" you shout.

No response. Bad. Very, very bad. Usually, both Fellow and Gidel would have appeared by now, grabby and talkative.

There's no one in their room, or in the kitchen. The bathroom is empty, and so are the stairs leading down to the shop.

"Damn it! Fuck! Fuck, the smoke alarm!"

Very... very bad.

You hurry downstairs, throwing open the door of the coffee shop's modest kitchen just to see Gidel holding a tray of coal, and Fellow standing on a stool and waving smoke away from the ceiling with a sooty towel.

Both of them go still when they see you.

"...What's going on here?"

They look between each other, and then Gidel smiles and holds out the tray of coal to you... but it's not coal. It's...

You pick a blackened, sooty lump from the tray. "Cookies,"

As your eyes adjust to the dark of the kitchen, you see more, a mess sprawled across the counter: flour, baking soda, eggs...

You blink. "You were... baking?"

Fellow scoffs, getting down from his stool. "Clearly. And you're supposed to be the smart one..."

"Why?"

"Really? Another stupid question,"

Gidel scampers back to the stairs with the tray of inedible burnt cookies. The one you're holding begins to crumble in your hand.

You turn to Fellow. "For... me?"

He seems to revel in your surprise, a smirk making itself known on his lips, though he keeps whatever thoughts he's having to himself.

"Don't act so surprised. It's the least I could do after all you've done for us," he says, draping an arm around your shoulders and walking you back to the stairs. "You did take us off the streets, after all."

You're not quite sure what he means by that, but you don't ask. You know that he won't tell you anything he doesn't want to.

"It wasn't charity," you say.

Fellow's smirk widens, and he pulls you a little closer to him. "And yet, still. You're far too kind, you know. Someone will take advantage of that, someday,"

As you ascend the splintered stairs, stepping over the glass and the soot and the creaky place they stash the things they think you don't know about, Fellow boops your nose.

"But not today."

[luxtrys]

a hundred and ten percent ready.

your first time with anakin skywalker (18+, smut noshy. innocent!reader, cocky asf ani (a warning in itself) size kink. )

you couldn't hear the dramatically aggressive slam of the door to yours and anakin's apartment over the soft music flowing out of your record player. you hummed to the tune, swiping your hand through the chocolate you had used all your muscles to chop into the pot of boiling heavy cream.

anakin watched lovestruck, leaning his head on the kitchen door frame as you let out an excited squeal to yourself while mixing the steaming pot of hot chocolate on the stove. ani was confused the first time you had brought up hot chocolate to him, on the first conversation you ever had might i add. the way you talked about it with so much care and love he thought it was a childhood pet your parents just let you name. you added in the espresso powder and vanilla essence before stirring it with the heart spatula ani had gave you on a random sunday.

once you noticed a few to many bubbles rising to the surface of your beautiful creation, you quickly bent down to be eye level with the stove. as you slowly changed the size of the flame under your pot, you felt a strong arm snake around your waist, pulling your ass into the persons crotch. squealing, you straighten your back instantly as the familiar smell of smoke, sandalwood and cologne enters your nose. "what'chu makin baby?" anakin rasped, bending down to rest his head on your shoulder.

you looked up at him, mustering up the most annoyed face you could. he knew what you were making, you made hot chocolate at-least twice a week without failure. "oo baby don't look at me like that, gonna make me cry" he smirks, leaning down and catching your lips in a heated kiss. you indulge for a few seconds before pulling back, moving your attention back to the pot on the stove "i added espresso powder this time ani! i read it on that blog i like, it said it really brings out the chocolate flavour and i'm so excited to try" he scoffed at how quickly you just ignored the make out session you had just, rubbing your stomach with his hand and shaking his head.

it was only a few minutes before ani was pouring the steaming chocolate liquid into the matching mugs you made him for valentines day, your names etched on each and bunnies and hearts decorating the white cups. anakin always did that job, banning you from it after you accidentally poured the hot chocolate all over your hand and he had to sit in the ice cold shower with you to calm the burning for over four hours, holding you close to his bare chest as you sobbed.

you sat down on the kitchen stools, tapping your acrylic nails onto the marble surface in excitement. "what sprinkles tonight baby?" he asked as he grabbed the whipped cream out of the fridge, he knew the answer because you picked the same every-time, but he asked anyway. "pink and white hearts please ani" you answered, glancing out to the lively city of Coruscant through your endless high windows.

"thank you ani!" you exclaimed as he placed the hot mug filled with hot chocolate, a mountain of whipped cream, small pink marshmallows and little heart sprinkles into your hands. he took the seat next to you, holding his mug filled with only hot chocolate, no sprinkles, marshmallows or cream, you almost broke up with him for that when you first started dating. the whipped cream and marshmallows you got, but the sprinkles? no way.

he wrapped his hand over the back of your chair, effortlessly pulling your chair closer to his so you were touching. you stared at him as his slid his hand over the top of your bare thigh, snaking it up and down before gripping the inside of your thigh, way to close to your heat. all while just staring absent mindedly in front of him and sipping his mug.

you were starting to feel those tingles inside of you, that you coincidently only got around ani. you and ani had done stuff before a few times after you came to him at the first feeling of tingles rising inside of you. he smirked at you then and patted the space on the bed beside him, telling you it was normal and he would help you out. he always helped you out, and you felt like it was time to return the favour. he never told you that you had to though, never making you feel like he deserved something in return, but you were ready. ready for sex.

you stared down at your mug, the little pink marshmallows drowning in the chocolate as the cream melted away into nothingness. you would never pass down a hot chocolate, never. but as you looked between your boyfriend and your mug, you realised you didn't crave hot chocolate. you craved anakin.

the loud screeching of your chair as you pushed it back and your socked feet hitting the floor alerted anakin of your state. your pupils wide and palms sweating as you pulled at the fabric of your - his - shirt. glancing over to see your mug untouched, ani was just about to pull you into his chest and console you at whatever got you worked up this time. but before he could, he heard words that made he nearly spit out the hot chocolate in his mouth.

"i want to have sex with you anakin"

out of all things anakin guessed you were going to say, those words were not one of them. you were shy, even after dating for more than a year, you never just said what you wanted without taking 5 minutes to stumble over your words. and you definitely didn't say words alluding to any sort of sexual activity unless ani teased you to say it after working you up with his fingers buried in you for way too long. "what? can you say that again princess i think i heard you wrong"

"i- pfft- ani you know what i said" you whined, still standing at least 5 feet from him, because if he were to touch you near there again, you might just explode. "nope. i need you to say it again, or you're getting nothing." ok. now he was just being mean.

you always oddly noticed that though. that anytime you guys would do anything down there, ani was just a bit mean. he was always in control, powerful, dominating, but in the bedroom it was like those present qualities were maxed out to 1000.

a flush spread across your cheeks as you huffed. "i- i want to have sex with you anakin" you voiced. that signature annoying cocky smirk spread across his features as he approached you. his combat boots still on his feet from jedi duties and his biceps bulging out of his thin black short-sleeve shirt, you thought you were going to faint.

you noticed again as he stood infront of you how fucking massive he was. he was at least a foot taller than you and could literally crush your body with a single arm if he wanted to. he left goosebumps on your delicate skin as he trailed his fingers up and down your arms making you shiver. he continued on his painfully slow attack of his soft touches before running his hands to the top of your thighs and hooking his thumbs on the sides of your lacy pink underwear.

he stared down at you, biting his lip and all knowing that your underwear was completely soaked because of him. you noticed he was stalled, not making another move and deep in thought. "ani whats wrong?" you asked, no, whined.

"you know this is a big thing baby, i'm fine with helping you out as long as you need me to ok? i don't want to rush you angel. i need you to be very sure you want this." he said softly, drawing circles with his fingers on your thighs.

you weren't exactly sure if it was because you were so horny or just so in love with him, but those words could make you break down and cry.

"im sure ani." he smiled down at you "ok baby, just-. are you 100 percent sure, because not to alarm you but if we start, i'm not sure ill be able to stop" you leaned into him, your forehead resting on the soft fabric of his shirt. "i'm a hundred and ten percent ready ani, promise."

at those words he quickly gripped your ass, hoisting you up into his chest so your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms swung around his neck. your squeal made him even more giddy as all he could feel was you, his thoughts echoed with your giggles and moans and he could practically smell you soaking through your panties.

his dick was straining in his pants as he set you on the soft pink blanket you insisted on putting on your bed. he kneeled down onto his knees pulling you by your feet so your legs dangled off the end of the bed as you squealed. he could feel the need to protect, pleasure and destroy you rise in his body as he reached under the shirt that swallowed your body entirely when you wore it, which was almost always.

he went as slow as he could as he ran his fingers up and down your folds through your panties. you threw your head back at the contact, biting your lip and whining his name. he chuckled at how little he had to do to have you melting in his hands.

as much as he wanted to tease you, he just needed to see you so bad it hurt. he gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, the site of your bare chest almost making him bust in his pants. "shit baby you gotta stop doing this to me, won't fucking last. you're just so pretty." he had a slight groan to every word he said, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking, making you mewl.

he looked into your eyes as he kissed all the way down your stomach before making it to the waistband of your panties. the cold air hit your sensitive clit as ani peeled of the underwear, staring at the wetness he had created and throwing them somewhere in the room. he licked a thick strip through your folds, gripping the insides of your thighs with both of his massive hands, stopping you from wriggling as he ate you out.

"fuckin' hell baby, this pussy 's gonna be the fucking death of me. taste so sweet" he said, his breath on your clit making you squirm. he needed to be in you, now. but there was no way he was fitting in you without stretching you out first, and he needed to fucking hurry.

he sucked his fingers, teasing your hole before sliding two fingers in at the same time. you gasped, looking down at him shocked, he never did two fingers first. "i know baby, you're alright. just need to get you stretched out ok? you're alright."

you nodded franticly as he pumped both fingers in and out of you, the pain quickly subsiding into pleasure. anakin didn't know how he was going to fit inside of you, because judging how hard your gripping two fingers, he wouldn't even fit three in and he was way bigger than three fucking fingers.

he finally decided to enter the third finger into you, slowly working his way through the resistance in your pussy "n-no ani, it's to much" you were blinded by pleasure, stars clouding your vision as all you could see was anakin.

"you're ok. quit whining and take it" his tone was rough and jagged, and you could not be more turned on in that moment. you whined, struggling under him as he brought you to your first orgasm of the night. you came all over his fingers with little warning, whining into your bed sheets as you gripped and pulled at his hair.

you almost let out an objection as he got up from his spot, but judging by the clouded, stern look on his face, that probably wasn't a good idea. he pulled his top off of his body swiftly, his toned, tan chest muscles straining as he ripped of his shoes. in that moment you noticed how venerable you were, you were lying in front of him stark naked, aside from your frilly pink socks, and he still even has his massive dumb combat boots on.

you slowly gripped the pink blanket under you, about to cover the bottom half of your body before a large hand halted your actions immediately. "i swear to god princess, stop or it'll be the last thing you ever fucking do" he spat, running his fingers up and down your folds again.

you noticed that now he was only in his boxers, his hard on showing through the thin material. as he slid his boxers down his legs, his length sprung out and made you gasp. you had never seen a penis before, but the way your friends crudely described it to you, you did not think it would be this big.

"what baby? you're gonna make me insecure if you keep staring at my cock like that" you huffed at his language, wondering how long it was. you stared at it for another few seconds before deciding it had to be at least 10 inches long, or even more and thick as well. safe to say it scared the shit out of you.

"ani, are you sure its meant to be that big?" he only chuckled at you, making you regret you ever asked that question. "hope so princess, had it all my life"

you reached your hand out, touching it for a moment before you heard ani hiss and pulled back instantly. "no baby its ok, i'm just to fucking horny right now, here" he gripped your hand, bringing it up to your mouth and telling you to spit. you did reluctantly and watched as he brought your hand to his dick.

"ani, thats not gonna fit down there.." you say, looking down to your pelvic area. "we're gonna make it" he smiled sweetly, a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"and just bring it right here" he instructed, guiding you to the base of his dick. you tried to wrap your hand around it, before releasing your hand didn't reach fully around the width of his cock. he groaned and threw his head back, watching as you shyly pumped up and down the shaft of his member. "here, squeeze a bit harder yeah? its not gonna break if you add a bit of pressure baby, promise"

you nodded shyly, tightening your grip on the heavy dick resting in your hand. as he was watching your movements closely, you kept eye contact and you brought your lips down and kissed the tip softly.

"fuck this" he exclaimed, manhandling you to be in the middle of the bed as he followed closely behind you. his dick slapped against his stomach, raging red and dripping with precum.

"you're doin great, bein' such a good girl for me, yeah? just need to be in you right now" you nodded frantically as he used his hand to hold the base of his dick, positioning in right infront of your pussy.

"ani is it gonna hurt?" you ask, his expressions changes from desperation to his soft loving face, lulling his head to the side as he looks straight at you. "just for a bit baby, then it will feel good, ok? you just gotta trust me on this. but if it hurts to much you tell me to stop ok? pinky swear it" you nodded as he quickly brought his pinky up to yours, inlacing it tightly before kissing your finger and letting go. "im just gonna put the tip in first baby, ok?" you nod again, a switch seems to flick in his face and he looks mad, really mad. "fucking words baby" he says before you whine "yes ani" he smiles sweetly, jesus these facial expressions are giving you whiplash.

he interlaces your left hands together as he pushes his thick tip past your walls, you mewl in pain and pleasure, the other hand you have resting on his bicep gripping so hard you're drawing blood.

"ow ani! i thought you just said the tip!" you whine, scolding your boyfriend. "that was just the tip." he states, your comments feeding his already oversized ego as all the blood rushes to his dick. you sit in that position for about another minute, until you announce for him to start moving again.

he enters his dick slowly into you, inching more until he's about half way through your walls. "s-stop. how much more to go?" you feel like his dick is the size of a fucking lightsaber, stretching you out father and father till you feel like you're simply just gonna split in half. "halfway baby, i can stop here for today. dont have to go any further angel" you looked up at him, god, you loved him to much. "kiss?" you asked softly, releasing you haven't even kissed him this whole time in the bedroom.

ani smiled sweetly, bending down and kissing your lips softly. once he pulled away, you looked at him, and then down at his length impaling you. "keep going ani"

he nodded quickly, not even having the might to protest. you breathed through your mouth as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. it hurt, it hurt like fucking hell but with every inch he pushed inside you, you felt pleasure pulsate through every part of your body.

you let out one last squeal as he bottomed out inside of you, falling into you as he moaned in pleasure. "knew you could fucking take me baby, such a good girl" you beamed at his compliment as he slowly started rocking back and forth into you.

he was amazed how he hasn't cum yet, but he needed you to before he could. he knew you were close, he studied your moans and your facial expressions long enough to figure out when you were cumming.

"ani g- gonna cum" you moaned, feeling him in every-part of you. "go on baby, right behind you". you could feel his dick empty out in you as you came all over him, scratching up his toned back.

"i love you so much ani" you breathed, pulling and tugging at his hair, his breath tickling your shoulder as he answered. "you don't even understand how much i love you baby, no one will ever understand."

[usercelestial]

buck and tommy and josh and eddie have weekly game nights together. just simple couple activities, double dates and such. they're innocent, light hearted nights. but josh has always felt something like looming tension between all of them.

josh knows eddie has had thoughts about buck, knows he's definitely had thoughts about tommy, has woken up in the middle of the night to eddie bucking his hips against the mattress and moaning their names enough times to know that eddie has plenty of thoughts. and he's pretty sure buck and tommy have whispered dirty things to each other while watching josh and eddie dance together in those dimly lit gay clubs they used to visit more frequently. he's pretty sure they're all on the same page about this but he's about to tear his damn hair out because no one's doing anything about it. they just keep having long, lust-filled looks over monopoly and connect four. so he does what eddie always accuses him of and he schemes.

it's 8 o'clock and they're hosting tonight. josh gets the drinks and makes the little platters and pays chris 20 dollars to ask if he can sleep over at a friend's house (which he finds out later he was already planning on doing anyway so now he's out 20 bucks and chris is lucky josh loves him). he makes eddie put on that pink button up that makes his arms look good and is very fun to take off (mi corazón, it's just buck and tommy, why am i not allowed to wear my sweatpants?" "they don't match the button-up" "okay so why am i wearing a button-up?"). he himself throws on his tightest pants and a ribbed polo (they get a little distracted and let their chicken burn but buck always brings over an extra dish anyways so they carefully deposit it into the trash and continue groping each other.)

when buck and tommy finally knock on their door, he doesn't miss the sharp breath that buck sucks in as he looks eddie up and down. he also doesn't miss the way buck's eyes refocus when tommy's hand comes around to pinch buck's elbow a little. they share a glance and tommy bites his lower lip.

they exchange their normal pleasantries as always, rib each other, talk about their shifts, a few hilarious calls, the delicious food buck brought over and politely ignore the burnt smell coming from the kitchen. josh makes a point to let his hand linger on tommy's shoulder for seconds too long and watches eddie's throat bob as he swallows. then the games begin.

it's some card game tonight that josh is half paying attention to. he decides when eddie brings back the third round of beers for the night that it's now or never. he suggests a light game of truth or dare. ("what are we, russo? 12?" "what are you, diaz? chicken?")

they start easy ("who was your first guy crush, buck?" "hm, probably my gym teacher from middle school, mr. hudgens" "buck's old person fetish strikes again." buck and eddie throw pillows at each other for a second, tommy feigns offense but pets buck's hair with a sickeningly sweet smile, josh is mentally high fiving himself.) he tries to gently guide buck and eddie away from childish dares to more adult truths. he locks eyes with tommy while buck and eddie argue over how many marshmallows buck could hypothetically fit in his mouth (not exactly what josh had in mind but they're going in the right direction here).

he knows he's been figured out and for a second thinks tommy is about to slap his thighs and say "well im beat, let's go before he can try to seduce my partner any more" but tommy squints his eyes, then raises his brows as if to ask for confirmation, and when josh nods, tommy licks his lips and nods back, turning back to watch the love of his life smile at him with spit and sugar falling out of his mouth (the answer was 20 marshmallows for those keeping score).

tommy lets josh guide them, but aids by steering the questions and dares in a leading direction and kissing at buck's neck every so often to keep buck flushed and blushing. josh decides to ramp it up when eddie chooses truth for the first time the whole game and josh pushes his foot up against eddie's leg and asks "what's the most recent sex dream you've had?"

eddie stutters and shakes his head. josh doesn't think buck realizes he's leaning forward or that tommy's hand is gently massaging his thigh. tommy's gaze flickers to josh with a nervous expression ("did we push too far? was it too much, too quick?")

"you don't have to answer, babe," except josh knows eddie, "you know, if it's too much of a challenge, of course, you can always skip it."

eddie's posture straightens and he eyes josh up a bit. it's a challenge, as always, a threat, a proposition, a loving exchange of harshness.

eddie clears his throat (good boy, josh thinks to himself, he'll tell eddie that later) and starts speaking. "well, obviously you were there."

"anyone else?" tommy asks, trying hard to sound bored and a little patronizing. (josh kinda wants to suck his dick about it, he knows eddie does too because he stutters a little and shakes his head and starts over).

"obviously, you were there, josh. of course. um- and, you know it was just a dream but-"

out of the corner of josh's eye, tommy starts to kiss buck's neck again. buck tilts his head to give him more room, closing his eyes and gasping when josh assumes tommy sinks his teeth in a little. he doesn't look, he's too busy watching eddie watch them.

"uh-" eddie starts again, and josh takes that opportunity gently run his fingertips along the back of eddie's hairline, which always gets him purring.

josh is starting to think maybe eddie needs a little push, so he leans in close and bites his ear, turning his soft traces in eddie's hair to a firm tug in buck's direction. he points, "was he there, baby?"

eddie nods, cheeks flushed red, "buck and tommy," his knee jerks and his legs fall open, "they were both- and we were all-"

tommy's hand moves from buck's thigh up to palm him through his jeans, buck's eyes are half-lidded and glazed over as he watches eddie struggle to explain.

eddie looks over to josh, finally, and josh doesn't know what good deed he's done to deserve the look eddie gives him but he'll thank whatever god deemed him worthy of it.

eddie whispers low and quiet, just for them, "baby, you know i wouldn't- you know you're it-"

josh kisses him sweetly, trying to say "you don't have to explain, you don't have to justify anything when you're with me, we can love each other and love other people and come home to each other every day. our house can just be filled with love, not obligation or rules. just let yourself enjoy this, you're so beautiful when you enjoy yourself, you're so beautiful when you let yourself be loved."

but that's a lot of emotion and there are far too many things to say that he just doesn't have the vocabulary for and he thinks that if he tries to say any more than three words, he'll burst into tears and not in the sexy way. so instead he rubs his thumb over eddie's cheek and says, "i know, love."

eddie nods and looks back to tommy, "i think it's buck's turn, now, right?"

buck, dazed out of his mind, wrinkles his forehead, "huh?" is all he gets out while tommy continues his attack on his neck.

"truth or dare, baby." tommy supplies.

buck smiles, "jesus, okay, so we're doing this. uh, dare."

eddie gets on his knees and shuffles forward until their nose to nose, he briefly puts a hand on tommy's neck and there's a small exchange that passes between them. something like permission. josh makes a mental note to revisit that. tommy bites buck's ear once last time and looks up at eddie through his lashes, resting his chin on buck's shoulder.

"what's it gonna be, eds?"

"kiss me."

josh watches buck and eddie take out seven plus years of tension and emotion on each other, biting each other's lips and digging fingernails into each other's waists. tommy pets buck's hair and rubs his back until buck turns and kisses him quick and dirty, whimpers out "daddy" which makes eddie's jaw drop before leaning back and out of the way so eddie has full access to his partner. buck beckons josh over while eddie and tommy wrestle each other on the ground. he slides between his legs easily and when josh tastes him he suddenly understand why tommy's always walking around, looking like he's got his heart outside of his body. they get lost in each other, the four of them. they get lost in their mouths, skin, and heat; lost in their love and friendship and romance.

they collapse together on the floor of eddie and josh's living room.

"so, uh, game nights?" tommy comments, tracing over buck's ribs.

"hm, yeah i like this game." josh adds.

"same time next week, right?" buck turns to face josh and eddie, but josh gives the floor to eddie.

eddie licks his lips, "can't wait. but, uh, you guys are hosting next time."

[ruinix]

you are craving cookies and Luke makes them for you

Hello, anon. Sorry, this took a long time. Sorry it got overtaken. It took me a while to get into writing Lukey. Also, the cookies picture is from this recipe. I definitely did not drool when I found it. Also, for me, Luke gives off that energy that he can bake anything he wants because he follows amazing recipes, y’know, but take away the recipes…that’s a different topic 😅 😅 Anyway, hope you like this 💙

Cookies, Coffee, and Milk

TW/CW: None, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), a bit of overthinking Lukey

Count: 1171 words | Masterlist

You want cookies. Luke isn’t sure what cookies, because you didn’t tell him last night and he didn’t ask. He should’ve asked.

Maybe you meant Girl’s Scout Cookies or Oreos or Chips A’hoy or whatever brand. Maybe you meant cookies in those fancy bakeries. Maybe the cookies in Starbucks. There really are too many cookies out there, and he was sure you meant one of those. He could’ve asked you what you wanted. It would just take a single text or call, but he didn’t. He was just sure you mentioned cookies because he mentioned that he would be grocery shopping today, which he did.

After minutes—almost an hour—of contemplating in the cookie aisle, he decided to make cookies instead.

Powered by a quick—not really ‘quick’, he probably spent another half an hour to decide which recipe to use—google search, he got all the ingredients. He decided to make chocolate chip cookies, until he saw a jaw of marshmallow fluff. The next thing he knew was he changed the recipe to follow to s’mores cookies.

Besides, who doesn’t like smores? Not you…

‘Maybe not you,’ he thought.

He hopes that you like s’mores.

After another hour in the grocery store, he came home and made the cookies. The recipe was so easy to follow, given that he didn’t make the marshmallow fluff. Luke is satisfied with what he made. He’s proud of it. All he needs to do is wait for you to come home and eat them. He’s totally praying that you’ll like them. He did make them for you. Just you.

As he cleans up his mess and arranges the groceries, he starts to overthink though.

What if you don’t like s’mores?

What if it’s too sweet for you?

What if you don’t like the chocolates he put in it?

What if you’re allergic to marshmallow? That can’t be! He saw you put marshmallows in your hot chocolate.

He gasps. What if you’re allergic to eggs? He put eggs there. The recipe told him to. He has no choice but to follow it. He has no idea what to substitute for eggs—Wait, what’s he talking about? You two eat eggs for your breakfast all the time. Damn, he’s such an idiot.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his curls as he leans back on the kitchen counter. He should relax, but he doesn’t. He continues to fuss.

He places the now-cooled cookies on a plate. He needs to heat them up when you come home. He makes sure the mugs are clean. Speaking of mugs, he contemplates if you will prefer milk or coffee with the cookies. So, he starts a batch of coffee, places a carton of milk in the fridge. Cold milk sounds great with gooey cookies…But what if you like warm milk? To ease his nerves, he places another carton of milk near the microwave.

He almost starts to pace, but somehow, he finds himself on the sofa then ends up napping after just a minute of lying down.

“Luke,” your gentle voice rouses him from sleep.

The sigh that escapes his lips when you kiss his forehead is of relief. You’re home. You are gazing at him while kneeling on the carpet. You’re already wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, meaning you found him all knocked out. Gosh, you’re pretty.

“How’s your day, sweets?” He murmurs, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you to settle on him.

“My day is amazing. Thank you for asking,” you giggle, a blush spotting your cheeks, when he flips your position so you’re under him.

Luke sighs again, rubbing his face into your chest, breathing in your scent. You haven’t showered yet so he can still smell your perfume. Gosh, sweet vanilla. He’s so glad that you chose that for today. It reminds him of the cookies he made. Instead of being all panicky, his mind is nothing but peaceful, because you’re holding him. He feels so at ease with your hands running through his messy curls, with your nails delightfully scratching over his scalp, with your warmth around him.

“How’s yours? I see you made coffee,” you ask.

He groans, “It’s cold now, isn’t it? Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Wanna drink some with me?” You smile. “Let me—”

He cuts you off with a kiss. Just a soft peck. “Just wait here. I’ll prepare it. No looking.”

You let out another giggle. You’re clearly amused by him, but you nod, giving him a few more kisses on his face before letting him go do his thing. You’re so sweet that you warm his heart. Every time.

Honestly, Luke can just ask you which drink you prefer, but he still doesn’t. He prepares mugs off coffee, warm and cold milk, and glasses of water, while he heats up the cookies. The smell is spreading through the whole apartment, but that’s just a simple snippet of his surprise. Can he call this a surprise? He shrugs at the thought.

After he finishes, he takes the whole spread to the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He clears his throat like an unspoken signal, so you’ll open your eyes. When you do, Luke is a blushing mess.

“I made cookies,” he declares as if you aren’t already seeing the cookies of varying sizes. “I hope you—”

Luke’s eyes widen when you pounce to grab on cookie and take a huge bite, doing the loud exhales with your mouth because the cookies are hot! He immediately hands you the glass of cold milk, “What were you thinking? They’re clearly hot!”

“They look yummy,” you say after gulping down what’s in your mouth. “They are! So good, Lukey. You made them for me?”

Your eyes are so wide, full of happiness that they’re basically twinkling. You grin with the corners of your eyes crinkling so beautifully that he nearly chokes on air. His cheeks are so hot. You actually like them. There’s no doubt. You never lie. Never. He feels so happy when you take another cautious bite.

“We got lots of drinks though.” You chuckle. “Wanna find out which goes the best with your wonderful cookies?”

“Yeah.” Luke nods, greedily taking in every compliment he gets. “I can make more cookies when we finish them.”

“Yes, please!” You cheer, nodding as hard as he does. “Thank you, Lukey.”

“Just wanna do it for you, sweets.”

Luke doesn’t know that his face can get any hotter, but it does. He might be a tomato right now, but you are too.

Both of you share a laugh before you start sampling the cookies with the drinks.

Cookies work well with coffee and milk. Luke isn’t sure which one is better though. He just agrees with whatever you say about the combinations. As he agrees, he is taking mental notes. If he’s going to make these cookies again, he must know which drink you like the best with them.

Afterall, he’s only making them for you.

[jeatenis]

Shmilk fic i wrote for a friend

The witches must have cursed you, otherwise ¿why would your period cramps be this bad? is not like you have done anything wrong in your life.

maybe the witches thought about that time you found a jelly apple pie when you were younger, and the delicious smell of the crusty treat tempted you into taking a bite? Or maybe because of those few times you spoke venom of some other cookie? only the witches knew the reason for your current suffering.

Either way, all you could do was hold yourself into the warmth of your comforters that your partner so graciously provided; marshmallow pillows surrounding you; and of course, a soft, adorable plush with a big resemblance of said partner.

Whenever he was away, the plushie helped somewhat with the urge to see him, feel him, and the comforting smell of blueberries that always surrounds him was also stuck to the cuddly toy.

Shadow milk cookie, your partner; boyfriend; comrade; friend; confidant; and the many other ways he loved to call himself relating to you; was currently on a mission of unknown importance to you. when you asked him what he was leaving for, he said “Don’t you worry you silly little head about it dearie!~” and teleported away like he always does when he’s in a hurry.

You were a bit grumpy to say the least, because your boyfriend knew how bad your cramps were for you, yet left anyway! and also knowing how bad you miss him when he’s away! your body was aching, your jam boiling, your mind needed your boyfriend close to comfort and cuddle you! smother you with kisses! make the pain go away!! ¿¡Why wasn’t he here!?

The intrusive thoughts were stirring your brain numb, surprisingly distracting you enough to the point you couldn’t feel the thousands of eyes looking at your back- which was a rather rare occurrence, because normally when shadow milk cookie arrived home, he made sure to let you know so by using his thousands of eyes that reside in the spiral of knowledge, staring at you, eyes wide, making you jump in surprise wherever you were, and run towards the entrance, or wherever he decided to enter from.

He noticed something was amiss, so instead of having you run to him with open arms, he teleported to your room, finding you clutching at your stomach from the pain. He frowned, before walking towards your bed, where you were currently laying.

“Hey dearie~ i'm back! Sorry for the long wait, but your beloved jester is here!~”

he said, trying to lift the mood a little, knowing you were probably upset with him because he left you here, all lonely and in pain. He was met with nothing but pure silence.

“Hey… I'm sorry I left you in such a hurry dearie!~ but I had to take care of some pests that were near the tower! I wouldn't want them to start walking all around the spiral of knowledge and get you all worked up with their screams!~ so i had to take care of that quickly!” 

There was only silence meeting the other end of the one sided conversation the two of you were having.

As much as he loved fooling around, you being upset with him was something he never wanted, so, just in case, he brought some consolation food he knew you enjoyed.

“On a sweeter note, I brought you your favorite ice cream!”

The moment you heard those words, you turned around to look at him, pouting. Said Ice cream box was resting on his hands, with a spoon in hand, maybe he was planning to spoon feed you? maybe later. You were a little angry at him still, but knowing that he went to take care of some problems in person, instead of making his lackeys do it, just to make sure it was done quickly, and save you from a possibly very painful headache, made your irked heart slowly come back to its senses.

You huff, and move to the side of the normally shared queen sized bed, Letting him know he was at least somewhat forgiven. He jumped in almost instantly, placing the ice cream box on the right nightstand, your nightstand, before wrapping himself in the warm comforters, and of course, you.

His limbs were tangled with yours, holding you as close as logically possible. Not letting you go, and, of course, himself going nowhere in exchange. And with you you were holding him just as tightly, or even tighter, he knew you wouldn’t go anywhere.

As much as you’d love to eat the ice cream he brought for you, having shadow milk cookie’s whole being surrounding you, the warmth of his dough against yours, his comforting blueberry smell, and the inner peace you felt with him simply being there, you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to close, your face resting in your boyfriend’s chest, his natural scent luring you to sleep.

His soothing voice was the last thing you heard.

“Rest well, darling, I'll always be here when you need me the most.”

[kradogsrats]

How Does Your Garden Grow: Terry's s4-s7 Slow-Build Arc

So, Terry. A character who could be objectively called the goodest among the main cast. We've been waiting through four seasons to really figure him out... or I have, at least. Maybe everyone else got him from the start.

Anyway, Terry's arc is a very slow burn that only comes becomes clear in s7, because it's revealed primarily through two sequences of scenes that echo each other—the first in s4, and the second when s7 finally comes back to tuck that s4 sequence into bed and kiss it gently on the forehead. This means that in order to really grasp how Terry develops, we need to examine and compare those sequences, both to each other and in the context of what we see of Terry in the intervening time.

God's Most Plant-Based Clown...

Fun fact: Aaron Ehasz apparently named Terry as his favorite character at SDCC 2019, during the s3 hype tour [citation vague]. He probably didn't expect that it would take another two and a half years of real time for us to actually meet Terry, but them's the breaks.

We don't really know a lot about Terry for the first few episodes of s4, where he's suddenly thrown in as a new main character alongside all the ones we had already known and loved for years. We can see he's a little anxious and awkward, but he lights up with confidence in his dynamic with Claudia to the point that he'll discuss the smell of his own farts in front of her dad. He has an incredible amount of compassion for Viren, repeatedly offering up deep emotional vulnerability even though Viren radiates nothing but aloof dislike for him. He seems to have no problem with Claudia's dark magic, such as the pufferbat breathing spell, even when the credits go out of their way to remind the audience that hey, those pufferbats had families, too.

He's obviously good for Claudia, which (as intended) immediately makes us turn around and question whether Claudia is good for him. He is, after all, an elf, and she's a dark mage. She has already done, by her own admission, things she "never imagined [she] would be able to do"—and this from the girl who once killed a baby deer with her bare hands. Does Terry not know about these deeds? Is she using him? Is he secretly a nihilistic sadist beneath his perky, easygoing exterior?

He's just a mystery wrapped in an enigma rolled up around a chewy marshmallow center, then dipped in crushed-up pretzels (since nuts are an allergy risk).

However Dangerous

But Terry does reach what we can clearly see is a crossroads of development fairly early in s4, when he kills Ibis to protect Claudia. This is a Big Deal—he immediately breaks down crying, to the point that despite being injured, Claudia prioritizes comforting him. Later, he's unable to sleep, instead crying over both Ibis and himself... or rather, what he had no choice but to do.

Viren, perhaps seeing a tiny sliver of his teenage self in Terry, offers him some advice regarding how to make peace with doing what you have to for those you love:

VIREN: But there is an aching pain mixed with love that you feel in these moments. In the name of love, you may perform acts so unforgivable... you will never forgive yourself. TERRY: Please, how do I live with this? How do I deal with these feelings? VIREN: I will tell you how. TERRY: Yes! Please, I need to know.

Of course, he's still Viren. Fatherly advice isn't exactly his strong suit. He also technically hasn't had a full night's sleep in two years.

Now, the writers could have left it at that. It's a good scene. It's a good character interaction. It sets up like 90% of Viren's remaining arc—as the first appearances of both "I had no choice" and "however dangerous, however vile"—and a not insignificant part of the entirety of arc 2, itself.

But they don't, and that's where it really becomes about Terry, because the next time he and Viren are hanging out (in s4e7, titled "Beneath the Surface" in an example of having zero chill), he brings it up again. He respectfully tells Viren that he's given it a lot of thought, and what Viren proposed isn't what he wants to do. He doesn't even say Viren is wrong, just that it isn't right for him:

I think what you're trying to say is... Is that I should stop having feelings. Well, I'm not going to do that. No way, I-I'm gonna be strong enough to do whatever I need to do and have feelings.

This is, in a way, Terry affirming his true heart—he's not going to give that up, even if letting go of the compassion that made killing so devastating to him (and probably narrowing his understanding of who and what is worthy of it) would make things easier. He's going to be strong enough to not have to do that.

It's not a coincidence that the very next scene for them includes Terry coming out, because both are about Terry's chosen identity.

This isn't only about Terry being trans—what he's saying here is essentially, "I know who I am, and I am who I choose to be. I won't change for your or anyone else's approval."

Viren's response, which I previously always found kind of baffling, is actually perfect:

Like, as responses to someone coming out... it's not awful, and it definitely sounds like something Viren would say. But just like Terry is affirming more than just his trans identity, what Viren is actually doing here is acknowledging the strength in who Terry has chosen to be—someone who is (I remind you) strong enough to "have all the feelings." Someone who can both act on his love for individuals he's close to, and retain his deep compassion for everyone else. Viren isn't going to try to change him, or convince him that he'll be happier another way—both because he's very, very tired and has no investment in Terry being one way versus another, and because I genuinely think some very small part of him is like, "god, I wish that were me."

Of course, what's being ignored here is whether what Terry wants to be is even possible.

... Fighting His Vegan-est Battles

So about that. As s4 winds down and we progress through s5, we obviously see a lot more of Terry, and we get a much better grip on exactly what his deal is in the dynamic between him and Claudia and dark magic:

This scene shows us several things. First, the compassion of Terry's true heart: he feels for Rayla's grief, despite the fact that she was, by all appearances, 100% prepared to cut his throat a full... ten seconds ago. Second, that Terry is at least superficially okay with Claudia's dark magic because he believes in her reasons: the only times he calls her out on her actions are when he feels they don't have her love for her father driving them—namely her tormenting Rayla and later the water dragon. And third, that Terry actually disconnects himself from Claudia's choices at the most basic level: he doesn't suggest she go back and correct her behavior, though he's presumably glad that she does. He's very much a bystander to all of her actions.

Like, he very obviously loves Claudia. We see this in his quiet, consistent care for her—anticipating her needs, focusing on her wellness when she disregards it, calming her down and/or cheering her up, even just carrying her shit around. (Like, her staffs! Both of them!) For him, it's entirely about her as a person, and a person who is fundamentally good, as all people are. She's a girl so full of love that she'd tear herself apart for it, if Terry wasn't there to pick up the pieces. He spends all of s5 making sure she doesn't have some kind of exhaustion-driven breakdown.

Then we hit s6, which is a series of crucial turning points for Claudia, that Terry... also unconditionally supports her through.

Which would be beautiful, except that Claudia's turning points tend to include thing like straight-up murdering what was, if not a child, then at least the equivalent of the family's weird but beloved dog.

Now, I don't think chewing her out over that would have been the right (or productive) thing to do. Really Terry handles her breakdown in probably the best way possible, all things considered. But after that, he treats her questioning everything she's ever believed with a degree of passivity that like... I guess would be good for a therapist, but not necessarily someone you love and have watched hurt themself with their own choices for two years straight.

CLAUDIA: Please, Terry. Tell me what to do. TERRY: Claudia, I can't. Only you can see your own deep truth. Only you can decide the path you're going to walk. You won't be alone. I'll clear out the thorny brambles if I see them, I'll hold your hand as we trudge through wet, mucky leaves. But... you have to choose the way.

Again, he's not strictly wrong, and it's a beautiful sentiment... but he offers no input whatsoever when she's weighing things like "When my dad left, I thought he lost his mind" versus "He seemed so strangely hopeful. So certain." He has no problem claiming Viren obviously found peace in s7, so it's not that he doesn't have an opinion. He just seems to not want to influence her on principle.

Maybe that's because he knows Claudia is so easily influenced and pins her identity entirely to external things or people, and he doesn't want to be another one of those. Which is valid. However, taking this position (or lack thereof) also conveniently absolves him of any responsibility for the choices she subsequently makes—they're her choices, after all. If she winds up hurting people, it's not like he could have stopped her. He'll hold her hand, as if doing so leaves no blood on his own.

This is something that starts to change at the end of s6 and into s7, mostly because suddenly Terry isn't the only influence on Claudia—if he wants her to be making her own choices in a vacuum, he has to balance out Aaravos, who has zero qualms about manipulating her when she's extremely vulnerable. Terry gets a bit more assertive to combat that manipulation, especially when Aaravos is being extremely obvious about it...

But really, by then it's too late.

However Vile

Finally, in s7, we reach the denouement of everything that has subtly been building around Terry. We find out that he has a true heart, a feature everyone is born with but most eventually lose:

More on that, and Ezran, in my eventual true heart meta.

Aaravos then sets Terry up in a very specific way—he sends Terry to find two feathers from a shimmercrow, one large and one very small. Terry happily complies, relieved that the request wasn't something "weird or creepy." However, as always with Aaravos, the task is half straightforward and half a manipulation. He uses the large shimmercrow feather to give the half-completed primal stone flight for its journey around the world, but the small feather...

Aaravos has Terry bring him to where the feathers were found, where he knows there will be both an adult crow and chicks. He brutally murders the mother crow in front of Terry, while calmly explaining how they will use her dying fear and pain to open the In-Between. It's only a key. A tool.

In the ensuing confrontation, he also drives home to Terry that a) it's too late to easily sway Claudia away from him, and b) it doesn't matter, because Claudia is also like this. Claudia uses him. Claudia tells him half-truths, ostensibly to "protect" him, but really to protect herself from him deciding to leave her.

Aaravos has a definite agenda here—he needs Terry's influence, the influence that makes Claudia question whether it's right to hide things from him, removed from her. Either Terry's true heart has to go, or he does. It's time for him to, shall we say... "get a grip":

The true heart is a gift of childhood. For a few wonder-filled years, we each have innocent eyes to experience the world's beauty in a simple way. I have seen generations of humans and elves accept the darkness that lurks in all of us beside the light. There is no black or white, only shades of gray. We must all carry complexity. But please believe me that there is beauty in this burden. Your heart will be a little heavier. But now, there will be no more half-truths, Terrestrius.

Just like in s4, it has been suggested to Terry that he let go of the identity he has chosen. The identity where he's committed to having all the feelings—crying for Ibis, pitying Rayla, mourning Sir Sparklepuff. Doing "what must be done" is positioned as now being incompatible with who he is.

And again, Terry is not going to give up who he is:

Not for anyone. He knows where the lines he has drawn are, and he won't move them just because it's Claudia who has crossed them.

So Terry leaves—but there's one thing that Aaravos has done that goes unstated, and while it's maybe not a major factor (compared to all the other major factors) in Terry leaving, it is the critical factor in his growth:

He has made Terry complicit. Without Terry, Aaravos would not have found and killed the mother bird... and he has been complicit all along. He couldn't stop Aaravos this time, but how many similar tragedies could he have stopped when it was just him and Claudia?

And so here, for the first time, he goes back to make things right. He didn't go back for Ibis, or for Rayla, or anyone else Claudia hurt in the name of love, or who he, also in the name of love, allowed her to hurt. But he goes back for the baby shimmercrows, to comfort and care for them now that their mother is gone, and he goes back to people who (rightfully) consider him an enemy, to help them stop Aaravos.

Just to make sure we really get it, they even have him say it out loud:

Should Bloom a Week or Two Early

Anyway, I think they did something really beautiful and complex with Terry, in that there's no question he loves Claudia—they took three entire seasons to show us how much he loves her, at her highest and lowest points, selflessly and unconditionally. With Callum and Rayla slowly easing back into their peak perfect romance during the same period, his love for Claudia is also not treated as less real or important. We all knew it was probably more than a little doomed, but he's not foolish or wrong to love her.

He doesn't even stop loving her, or decide she's no longer good enough for him to love. He leaves because in order to keep loving her, he has to also love himself. He won't change who he is to stay with her, because he's fought too hard to become that person. With Callum willing to give up everything he is for Rayla at a moment's notice—something that really works only because Rayla would never ask him to, and in fact is staunchly against it—Terry having a solid identity and refusing to compromise it is a reflecting alternate perspective on love.

He's also the most emotionally mature and objectively good person in the cast, but ultimately his arc shows that neither of those exempt him from doing harm passively or even actively—and growth, from that point, is acknowledging that harm and working to heal it. In a story where most of the beloved characters have done wildly questionable things or are defined by their maladaptive coping mechanisms for deep personal trauma, Terry being so generally stable and (all things considered) normal, but still able to develop and grow is actually pretty special.

And, of course, now that he's grown... he's ready for a road trip even wackier than "my girlfriend and I hauling around her dad's formerly-dead body on our way to break a fallen god out of prison."