#kinda wish i'd let him sleep

[baekuras]

Today I also had a fantastic fight of getting Crit-Hit every single time during the Cazador fight and the one time my character didn’t immediately get downed again and everyone else getting body blocked was of course the round where Cazador decided to.....remove Astarion

this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I saved beforehand

[beast-of-the-void]

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[bumblehoneybee]

I saw you take requests and I was soo happy!! I rlly loved that “easy smiles” Drabble u wrote abt curly n reader, so I’d like to request (pre-crash) having a late night conversation with him where reader is getting burnt out/struggling mentally and he can kind of tell? Romantic/platonic r both fine, maybe js some comfort from our fav captain? :) augehghh i want a hug from him so bad. if u don’t feel like writing this that’s more than okay, have a great timezone!! <3

You Can Talk To Me

He doesn't mean to catch you in such a vulnerable moment.

Curly only meant to get some water after hitting the john, but as he shuffles into the lounge, all he can hear is your shaky breathing. He blinks the sleep from his eyes, heart picking up speed as he spots you sat on the couch with your head tilted over the back, staring up at the ceiling.

You only notice him when he calls your name, stood at the edge of the couch.

"Ah," you snap your head up, obviously twinging the muscles of your neck, "oof." You rub the knots out, flashing a weak smile for Curly as he settles onto the couch next to you. "Aha. . . hi, Captain."

"Are you okay?" Curly asks, hands raised and unsure of what to do. Anya is asleep, and he's no real doctor himself, so the options for immediate help are limited.

"Oh, I'm fine." You waft your free hand at him. The lights of the fake window douse your skin in an almost sickly color, like all the blood is gone from your face. Your eyes look dull too. "Just, y'know. . ."

There's a long pause. Seems you can't think of anything to make an excuse out of.

Curly sits next to you, and tries to think. You've always been so. . . jolly, quick with jokes and ideas to lighten the mood. He knows you can't always be happy, but he's never been privy to the moments when your guard falls. This is a first for him, and he's surprisingly nervous.

He's comforted most everyone on this ship. He knows how to do it. So why does the thought of comforting you and doing it wrong scare him so much?

"You know. . ." Curly starts, frantically grasping at the words that are usually so easy. "I know it may seem. . . unprofessional, since I'm technically your boss-"

"You're captain." You agree with a nod that you immediately regret. The rubbing gets faster.

Curly huffs at you, burying amusement under concern. "You can talk to me. I'm higher up, but I'm not one of them." He gestures to the nearest poster of Polle. You shoot the horse a glare on instinct, but your face is quick to fall. "I just want you safe and happy."

The quiet returns, and with it his offer hangs heavy over the two of you. You stare down at your lap, hand still loosely clinging to your neck. Curly tries not to stare at you, but god, your eyes just look so. . . sad.

He wishes he could take your hand, show you he's here for you. But that wouldn't be smart, would it?

A heavy sigh rushes out of your nose. "I guess I'm just getting a little tired." Your face pinches as you say it, so Curly lets you piece your words together. "It gets repetitive, y'know? Everything is the same, day in and day out. I try my best, cause I know everyone here is feeling the same kinda stir crazy I am, but. . . I'm tired."

Curly lunges forward as your shoulders sag, palm pressed to the space between them before he can think better of it. "Yeah?"

"I miss plants." You tell him. "Trees, flowers, grass. I miss the sky and the sun. These damn monitors-" You throw an arm towards the screen in front of your both, face screwed up in disgust. "I hate them. They're not even close to something real. Hell, I'd take looking out into space over them."

Curly's thumb has started rubbing into the base of your neck without him realizing. He can't bring himself to stop, though.

"Back home, I could just visit somewhere new, meet new people, pet a dog and smell enough flowers to give myself asthma." You laugh a little at yourself. Curly smiles, and you return it, sheepish. "Sorry. I do like all of you. I hope I don't sound like I'm sick of ya."

"We like you too." Curly says with a pat on the back. "I get it, though. Days can blend together here, drive you crazy." An idea wiggles into his head, one he can't dismiss, even if it's technically against protocol. "If you want a change in scenery, I could show ya the cockpit?"

Your head snaps up again, and this time Curly is the one to rub the wince from your neck. "Really??" You flounder suddenly, and it strikes just how close he is to you. His face burns as he eases back, hand tingling from the touch of your skin. "I mean. . . if it's alright! I don't wanna impose if you're busy."

"Nah," Curly waves the worry away, "it's nothing. Hell, I could teach you how to fly, if you're interested?"

"Very much!" You chirp.

The lights dim further, probably a code Pony Express programmed to save energy while the crew slept. It didn't matter, though, for your grin and bright eyes lit up the entire damn spaceship.

You have never smiled at him like this before. Curly desperately wants you to do so every day, though.

"Then we'll do a lesson tomorrow." Curly says. He stands up, a hand offered to you. You take it, squeezing his hand before you let it go. "Try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Aye aye, Captain." You do a mock salute, striding off with a wave. "Sweet dreams!" As you pass through the door, you make sure to bow. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow!"

With you gone, Curly lets a grin take over his face, hiding it behind his hand.

Seems he's getting some alone time with you tomorrow. He's going to be having sweet dreams indeed.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

Don't know how I'll feel the day of, but... Right now, I'm super lookin' forward to my birthday tomorrow!

Summon: You're givin' me a present this early in the morning? Nice, that's usin' your noggin. Now, let me just take a peek inside...

Groovification: Nothin' like gettin' a pair of shoes into tip-top shape. Somehow they end up feelin' like they fit better, too.

Home: What should I do today～?

Swap Looks: Ahah, that's some crazy bedhead!

Home Transition 1: I wonder how old these snacks are. Sometimes I end up not interested in 'em after buyin' 'em, so they pile up before I realize.

Home Transition 2: Seabream-kun said he'd take some rad pics of me for my birthday. Wonder how they'll turn out?

Home Transition 3: My pops said to tell him one thing I want for my birthday. He said it could be anything I want, but there's no way I can pick something out ahead of time.

Home Transition - Login: What do I do on my birthdays? Sometimes I'll throw a huge party with a buncha people, sometimes I'll just spend it alone in my room... Guess it depends on my mood at the time.

Home Transition - Groovy: I'm gettin' a present from that Sea Slug-senpai, y'know... There's no way it'll not be a hoot!

Home Tap 1: When I'm in my room, at least, I wanna wear more comfy clothes～ But even then, I'd rather be stark naked than wear anything lame, though.

Home Tap 2: I asked Sea Lion-senpai for a present, and he just said to take some sand from Savanaclaw and leave. No thanks～

Home Tap 3: It's not the end of the world to listen to Jade rabble on and on about the mountains sometimes. Like, whenever I'm wide awake, it helps put me to sleep like that.

Home Tap 4: Jellyfish-chan was tellin' me about some birthday tradition they got in Briar Valley. Kinda cool hearin' about something that's completely different than what we do back home.

Home Tap 5: What's up, Shrimpy-chan, you got a gift for me? Eh, I already got it? Mmmmmmmm......... Nope, I don't remember at all.

Home Tap - Groovy: If I just put everything in it's proper place, my room'll be easier to keep clean? Ehhhhh, but that ain't fun at all.

Duo: [FLOYD]: Sea Slug-senpai, you givin' me a gift? [MALLEUS]: If that is what you desire, Leech.

Birthday Login Message: Eh, you brought me a birthday gift? Shrimpy-chan, you're the best! Wish others'd take a page outta your book～ Those guys in the Basketball Club are the worst. I was just checkin' with them, making sure they didn't forget my birthday, and you know what Sea Snake-kun said? He said that there's no way he'd forget a day that'd end up being more trouble than it's worth for him if he did. That sent Crab-chan into a fit of laughs, too. Oh yeahhh, come to think of it, I still haven't gotten my gifts from 'em yet. Think I'll start if off by heading off to Crab-chan's place first.

Requested by @thelonepearl and @sakurakudo.

[ckret2]

Would Mabel being the reincarnation of Bill cause a rift between her and her family? I imagine that even though they know that Mabel and Bill are two different people it'd be kinda hard to get over the fact they ARE fundamentally the same being,especially for Ford.

Now, that's the problem. They AREN'T two different people. That's the whole point of this specific AU's take on reincarnation. It's not "Mabel happens to now possess the soul that was formerly used by some other guy" but rather "this is that guy after working on himself for thirteen years, she just didn't remember it until now."

"We know you're two different people" is the kind of thing her family might say to be reassuring. But in her ears it'd be like if she's on trial for murder and her family says "We love you because we know you're innocent," when actually she did totally commit that murder, and it was premeditated, and she didn't even have a sympathetic motive. Like it's nice of you guys to say that and I know you mean well, but if you only love me because you think I didn't do anything wrong, would you still love me if you understood the truth?

The biggest rift is on Mabel's end. She's holding back from letting them find out for as long as possible. It's not coming out until they put together the evidence themselves or she has a breakdown and confesses while in tears. And, naturally, when she's trying to keep that big a secret from them, she's gonna be withdrawn.

Like, there's a very high probability that Gideon finds out before any of the Pines do, that's how hard she's trying to keep it from her family.

When they DO start finding out?

Dipper's known Mabel almost fourteen years; he knew Bill two months. He's gonna get over it the fastest.

He's cracking annoying brother jokes before you know it. "I mean—you didn't manage to kill me in the womb, I don't think you're gonna do it now." "I forgive you for the sock puppet thing but now I REALLY wish I'd done more dumb stuff in your body while we were body swapped. As pre-revenge."

If anything, ultimately this turns out to be GREAT news for Dipper. He spent all last summer being pissed off that Bill had all the secrets of the universe and just wouldn't share them, to be a dick. WELL GUESS WHAT. NOW THEY'RE SHARING A BEDROOM. He's keeping her up until 3 a.m. asking about every conspiracy theory in history until Mabel lies "sorry, my memory of that one hasn't come back yet. Maybe my memories would return faster if I could GET SOME SLEEP..."

Stan's known Mabel off and on for fourteen years, and has gotten to know her really well over the past year; he knew Bill for—lemme check how long his death scene is—under two minutes.

Try to tell Stan that Mabel's Bill and his first reaction is "WELL THAT'S STUPID AND I DON'T BELIEVE IT." "But she can set fires with her brain." "Sometimes teenage girls do that! I saw it in a horror movie!" He's gonna process the news about the same way he'd process it if Mabel told him that she's some gender he's never heard of before: he's confused and too damn old to understand this complicated identity stuff, but he loves her even if he only understands half of what's going on, and he'll punch anybody who looks at her funny because of it.

Ford's only known Mabel since last summer; he's known Bill over 32 years.

This AU ain't a fic, so there's not a single set plotline, just a whole bunch of ideas that may or may not actually happen if I were ever to turn it into a story; and because of that there's a lot of ways things could go down with Ford, on a wild scale from hilarious to heartwarming to tragic, depending on what I think is interesting on any given day. But in many potential timelines, the first and most pressing question Ford's facing isn't "can I still love Mabel even if she was—is—Bill?"

It's "How do I kill Bill again?"

Because he knows Mabel the least and knows Bill the best, he has the best odds of looking past what everyone else sees as "haha that's just Mabel being Mabel!" and going "that's Bill fucking Cipher"; and because he hates Bill the most, he's the absolute last person Mabel would voluntarily tell about her exciting new personal discovery—meaning that he just has to draw his own conclusions. If he sees Bill looking at him through this little girl's eyes and clearly trying to convince Ford that he's not Bill he's gonna assume Bill's back from the dead and possessing his niece.

If Ford finds out, Mabel's not just afraid he won't love her anymore; she's also afraid he'll want her dead. If anything, him thinking she's possessed would be a good thing, because it'll buy her a little time while he's looking for a way to "extract" Bill to "save" Mabel, whereas if he knows the truth he'll know there's no Mabel to save.

Worst case scenario, she fears that, if he finds out, she's dead as soon as he can get his hands on her—unless she can find a way to defend herself.

Of course, this is Gravity Falls, where the power of love & family always wins, so in reality if he found out no that IS Mabel it'd stay his hand while he tries to figure out what's going on. His hatred for Bill is weaker than his love for his family. But she doesn't know that.

After all, Mabel's known Ford for 32 years, and for 30 of them he was on a suicidal vengeance quest to kill her; he's only been her grunkle since last summer.

[sulumuns-dootah]

WHB characters meeting their Obey Me! counterparts pt.2

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Asmodeus is finally back in Hell and I'm finally able to make the second part to THIS post! I also included some more characters so it's not just the two leftover kings ^^

The scenario is still the same with OM!Solomon's spell going wrong and interconnecting the universes together

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Asmodeus

Okay, OM!Asmodeus has two reactions:

"Ooh? Such a brave outfit! And those thorns are so pretty!"

but then after a few seconds after he catches a whiff of the smell, he's about ready to die

If he manages to overcome this difficulty, they'd get along pretty well

WHB!Asmodeus doesn't really react... He does recognise OM!Asmodeus as another version of him and that's about it

Oh, but once they get to talking, you can rest assured that WHB!Asmodeus is pulling out the baby pics like the proud father of his little halfling army that he is

OM!Asmodeus' followers can also expect getting their timeline spammed with photos of these two because he just wants to commemorate this meeting as much as he can

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Belphegor

Depending on the time of day, both Belphies wouldn't even notice bc they're snoozin' the day away

But let's say they both happen to be awake at the same time

The first thing OM!Belphegor notices is the amount of piercings on WHB!Belphegor

Those must've been a pain to sleep with while they're healing

Also, once he finds out that WHB!Belphegor doesn't have to do anything and has people do everything for him, he's kinda jealous

WHB!Belphegor is kinda surprised to find out that another him is twins with Beelzebub

They're almost exact opposites, or not?

If their talk steers to the whole OM!Belphegor locked up in an attic thing, WHB!Belphegor will be kinda mad on his behalf, but secretly wish he was there so nobody'll bother him

A cute concept though: OM!Lucifer finally finds these two after dealing with the rest of brothers and sees them sleeping curled up together

OM!Belphegor curled up to WHB!Belphegor who's holding him like the bigger spoon

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Raphael

At a first glance, you'd think these couldn't be any further from each other, but don't let the look of OM!Raphael fool you

WHB!Raphael was quick to see through OM!Raphael's facade of cool and calm demeanor

OM!Raphael's critical eye immediately notices all the bandages on WHB!Raphael, but he chooses not to comment on it for now

...Somehow, he did not notice the blood splatters on WHB!Raphael's clothes, though?

Out of all the rooms with our guys seeing their counterparts, this is the one I'd like to be the least in

WHB!Raphael is a bit cuckoo and doesn't mind challenging his other self

And OM!Lucifer can't stop this from happening so, honestly, R.I.P.

There are no winners or losers

They fight until the whole thing is resolved and after that, the room is filled with OM!Raphael's spears and dead angels WHB!Raphael spawned in

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Michael

WHB!Michael at first thought he's just in a room with some other angel he didn't recognise

Until OM!Michael didn't speak up, that is

"I see, so this is me..."

"Wait, what tf do you mean me being you? You dare to think you're my equal?!"

WHB!Michael's short fuse is something that does surprise OM!Michael, but who doesn't have their quirks, right?

If OM!Michael manages to avoid triggering WHB!Michael, they could get along for the time being

Still, WHB!Michael doesn't want to believe there could be other version of him, so he suspects every action and word OM!Michael says

Afterwards, OM!Michael might even write a poem about their meeting

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Ppyong & Little D.

New besties for life alert!

These two little blob-demons instantly click and start sharing stories of their respective version of Hell

Don't tell Minhyeok, but Ppyong even forgets about him for a second

I'm not sure if Little D.s eat actual food, but I imagine that if Ppyong mentions how good sweets are, Little D. would tell other D.s about it and OM!Barbatos would get a heart-attack thinking rats got into his kitchen

But nope

Just a few curious mini demons, who heard that chocolate and other food is actually delicious

Oh, and if Ppyong is able to transform into Juno, I'm sure he'd do it just to flex on Little D.

Yes, Little D. gets jealous and once he's back, he's begging anyone and everyone to be able to do the same thing

Overall, these two are super adorable, and Ppyong is kinda like the older, cooler brother of Little D.

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Solomon

Two idiots trying to come up with a fix to the whole situation

(That was my initial note for how these two seeing each other would go and I'm keeping it :D)

Picture this: The room and everything is on fire, OM!Solomon's running around, trying to take the flames out and finish the spell that will undo his mesed up spell

WHB!Solomon is just louging on a sofa, unbothered by the whole commotion

Occasionally flirting with OM!Solomon

"Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?"

"There's fire everywhere."

"I've noticed"

"Are you gonna help me do something about this?"

"No~"

OM!Solomon knows OM!Lucifer will now hold this little mistake over his head for the next few centuries

There goes his chance to get a contract with him :/

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I also had an idea about writing the other demons meeting someone they have stuff in common with(Simeon&Gabriel, Cerberus&Naberius, Diavolo&All kings,...) but decided to not add it to this post, though if anyone wants that too, lmk ^^

[synergysilhouette]

12 nitpicks with "Baldur's Gate 3"

This is a game I hadn't expected to love as much as I do--I think it's one of the best I've ever played--but just to play DA for a second, I thought I'd be nit-picky with some things about it (not that I'm ungrateful, Larian!)

Halsin's romance is rushed and lackluster--Halsin can only be recruited if you join the druids and tieflings against the goblins, and his storyline is only covered in Act II of the game with the Shadow Curse. Afterwards, he's just along for the ride, and if he becomes a love interest, you only get one romance scene followed by flowery words from him when addressing Tav, and the nature of your relationship is confusing, since Halsin finds the word foreign, emphasizes (optional) polyamory, and the implication from other love interests is that you're just sleeping with him. Seeing how the game was eventually patched so you could recruit both Halsin and Minthara, I do wish that it was made that way to begin with, with both of them having more pronounced arcs throughout the story. I have heard that they had cut content, so it'd be nice if it was reinstated someday.

2. The female companions are racially more diverse than the male companions--This isn't really an issue for me, but an observation; for female companions, we have a Githyanki, a drow, two half-elfs, and a tiefling, while for male companions we have two elves and three humans. I suppose they didn't wanna experiment too much for male companions, but I could've seen Halsin as a half-orc like Jord, and Wyll a dragonborn--not that I'd trade out their designs as-is; that's just an observation.

3. We get Yenna in our camp, and she adds nothing--After having the spirit of nature AND a tiefling with newly discovered magic powers in our camp in Act II, getting an average human kid in Act III just because felt dissatisfying. Yenna will come up to you, regardless of whether you're invisible or not, when she will tell you that she can't find her mom. After talking with her, she'll appear in camp a few days later and ask to stay. You can say "no," but it's a weird option anyway. Plus if you do as I did and just misty step off the cliff into town to avoid talking to her, she will still be Orin's victim if the others are not available, even if you never meet her (note: I do not know how this works if the other options aren't available and Yenna is dead). And even when you rescue her, there's the guilt because her mom and her cat are dead, so you kinda feel like you have to let her join. I'd much rather keep Arabella, or find a way for Thaniel and Oliver to bond and then separate, with one of them joining us on the journey if Halsin is recruited. Or another option...

4. Lae'zel and Shadowheart have similar storylines--While the details are different, the overall plot is the same; both women find out that they've been lied to by the culture they've grown up in, and have to decide how they feel about it. The difference is that Lae'zel can choose between helping Vlakith, Orpheus, or stay out of the Githyanki conflict, while Shadowheart just gets to choose between following Shar or turning her back on her. That said, Shadowheart's storyline is much more satisfying and emotional since the goddess erased her memory and now she has to decide how to take that. With Lae'zel, she never really evaluates what it means to be independent like Shadowheart does, first swearing loyalty to Vlakith, then joining Voss when she seems to be lying, and becoming intent on freeing Orpheus when she finds out he's been kept away. Only at the end can you tell her to find her own path. Because her culture highlights strength and a warrior lifestyle, the similar arc she has to Shadowheart can't be executed as well. In fact, one unique thing about Lae'zel's storyline never comes into play during the main story: the githyanki egg. She'll mention feeling bonded to it, and will say it hatched during the epilogue, and that she named him and wants him to choose his own path in life (which doesn't really fit if she chose to stay with Vlakith or Orpheus, imo). It would've been nice if Xan was hatched and kept in our camp, or if the egg is taken from us immediately after leaving the creche, and we have the option to rescue Xan from the SoB and let him join us.

5. Astarion's viewpoint/approval doesn't change--I'm in the minority here I'm sure, but given the sympathy people give Astarion due to his past as an abuse victim and Astarion learning to love himself, I do wish the change was a bit more impactful, with Astarion showing more compassion for others and certain altruistic or optimistic choices earning his approval. Even in Act III, there are a couple of times you get to say you can't believe he's letting his family be led to the slaughter or think of harming them. He'll respond that they're screwed anyway or that no one else looked out for him except you. It doesn't feel like as much progress has been made, and even after Cazador's mission, he's still himself, just with less burdens and more closure. His epilogue epiphany of people not minding you committing murder if it's bad people feels like something he should've learned along the way.

6. Romance initiation is based on the afterparty, for the most part--People will say that initiating a romance isn't dependent on the goblin/tiefling party, but I've only had ONE time where I had the chance to begin a romance began afterwards--or at least, one time where it was someone I was interested in (there were a couple times Lae'zel flirted with me). In my experience, it's very difficult to start a romance after the party, despite having a lot of approval. I'd rather there be a perpetual romance option to pick when talking to a companion, and them accepting once you have enough approval, rather than them coming to you.

7. Karlach's only ending is the "bad/sad" ending--As many will tell you, there was a planned Upper City portion of Act III that included furthering Karlach's quest, with the ending we got in the final version being the bad ending if we neglected her quest. I understand cutting content, but since literally EVERYONE ELSE'S fate is dependent on your decisions (Shadowheart and Lae'zel's loyalties, Wyll being a devil or not, Astarion completing the ritual and killing the spawn, killing Minsc and Jaheira leaving, saving Minthara, Halsin's resolving the Shadow Curse or not, Gale giving into his ambition), Karlach should've gotten the same treatment. If a section had to be removed, they could've moved her quests to the sections of the game that we did get.

8. Getting Minsc when we could've gotten Rolan--While Minsc is a neat companion to have, his lack of a storyline (outside of his recruitment) and being a non-romanceable companion makes him feel almost like a wasted slot to me. If we wanted to add another male companion, I definitely feel like Rolan would've been a better companion, coming across as a cross between Astarion and Gale due to his cockiness and ambitious nature. It'd be fun if he was recruited in Act II after rescuing his siblings; honestly, he wouldn't be on any worse footing than Minthara and Halsin for having limited content, but Rolan has the added benefit of having family that we can interact with, joining Wyll and Shadowheart as the few companions who do. In fact...

9. Only plot-relevant backstories--Okay, this is a real nit-pick, but that's the title of the post! For the most part, characters only mention their past in relation to their quests, though there are brief exceptions: Wyll, Minthara, and Karlach mentioning their mothers, and Tara mentioning Gale's mom. Maybe I just didn't get the dialogue, but I do wish we got more about each character's childhood/backgrounds--and not just in a one-convo-type thing like the aforementioned individuals. I guess I have to give Astarion a pass since he says that after being a vampire for centuries, he can't even remember his eye color, let alone his life before, aside from being a magistrate (which I find SUPER interesting). Plus it'd be interesting to hear more about old flames like Gale and Halsin mentioned, and the conquests Astarion reunited with as spawn.

10. Act II slimming down the number of tieflings--If you do nothing to help the tieflings or side with the goblins during the raid, all of the tieflings die. However, even if you side with the tieflings and defeat the goblins' leaders, several tieflings will die anyway. When cultists corner them in the shadowcursed lands, Zevlor is distracted by the Absolute while the other tieflings are kidnapped and brought to Moonrise Towers, find their way to the Last Light Inn, or are killed on the spot--or in the case of Arabella's parents, killed after escaping the cultists and trying to hide. While these things happen in war (or cultist territory), it felt disheartening to see that the people you went through all the trouble of saving died anyway. It's almost a waste.

11. To be young--This is really scrapping the bottom of the barrel, but I do wish we could make Tav look a bit younger (I think you can look younger than this picture, but this is just a visual aid). I also have this nit-pick for some of the companions, but I'm sure a mod for that will eventually be approved.

12. Getting companions to romance each other--This isn't something I need as much as the other things, but it's still something I thought about when watching origin playthroughs. To my understanding, they're all pansexual (personally I imagine Karlach, Astarion, Lae'zel, Jaheira, and Minthara as male-leaning pansexuals and Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart, Minsc, and Shadowheart as female-leaning pansexuals while Halsin is middle of the road; no idea why, just the vibes), and it'd be fun to pair them up together. Not saying there are endless combinations; I can imagine Gale/Astarion wouldn't be something that exists in the Tav route (especially after Astarion straight-up told me he doesn't want an open relationship/polycule with Gale), but Karlach/Wyll, Lae'zel/Shadowheart, Jaheira/Minsc, Karlach/Gale, Gale/Wyll, and Astarion/Halsin are ships I think of being possible.

Don't kill me! I already love the game as-is, but I did want to point these things out. I was also gonna include a other nitpicks such as the option to have kids/discussing it and Aylin/Isobel being active companions and not just space fillers at camp, but maybe I'll save that for another nitpick post.

[skzthelomlhehe]

Kinky kinda love: you walk in on them fapping to your pictures 💕

2. Changbin and Hyunjin

Synopsis: You were asleep in your room after a long business trip. Both you and your boyfriend missed each other due to your schedules. It's not anything new for you and your boyfriend to send each other pictures of yourselves. It ranged from goofy selfies and silly cadids to sexy lingeries, slutty outfits or random spicy pics. It seems your boyfriend's kinky brain found it a good idea to jerk off of your picture on the living room couch while you were deep in sleep, oblivious to their surroundings.

Warning: smut MDNI, degradation/praise kink, bondage, choking, spanking, dacryphilia, fj, begging, reader is referred to as princess/angel/mistress

A/N: I know I said I'd go on my break immediately but I just... I couldn't 😭 I just had a random burst of inspiration?????? So yeah! There y'all freaky bitches go! A Hyunbin headcanon! I had way too much fun writing this one for some reason- ENJOY THIS STUPID BRAINROT MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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Minchan headcanon

Smut under cut

• Seo Changbin 서창빈

He knew you were sleeping when he got home. So he was as quiet as he possibly could. He would go up to your shared room and melt into a puddle when he sees you sleeping. His bulge although... Yeah nah that thing is FAR from melting.

He'd go to the living room, sit on the couch and bring out his phone to scroll through your pictures. At some point, he couldn't help but slide his hand inside his pants to jerk off.

It was perverted, sure, but he just couldn't resist you.

Feel like he'd be into bondage just like how you love it when he chokes you. He'd whimper as he scrolls through your pictures, "fuck baby... Wish I could tie you up and fuck you so good..." He'd sigh.

You would slowly creep up behind him before wrapping your arms around his neck, "Miss me, baby?"

He'd flinch, fumble when he sees you. His cheeks bright red. "Fuck uhhh- im so sorry I uhh" but you would just shut him up with a kiss. Truly, he's too cute~

After some more embarrassed excuses and reassuring kisses, when he finally fucks you... He'd go crazy. All consensual of course 💕

He'd fuck you right there. Take his belt off to tie up your wrists, tug on it and go, "that feel okay, angel?" And you'd nod. He'd kiss you everywhere. Bite into your supple flesh to leave pretty little marks all over your body. He loves to see you covered in traces of him. He loved to mark you as his.

He'd choke you as he pounds into you. Maybe even flip you over and spank you red. Make you count that shit, even. He'll cum all over you. Creampie if you permit.

"fuck I... I missed you so fucking much, princess... Shit you feel so good..! I missed fucking you like this so bad... So tight for me, princess... So pretty and tight for me, aren't you?" He'd growl as he holds onto your hips tightly. Probably leave some bruises there too.

It all acted like a drug, honestly. You love it when he's being rough with you. You love it when you let him use you.

And when all is done, he's gonna cuddle you just a second longer, kiss you just a little more and clean you up only to not let you go again. He's gonna whisper sweet nothings in your ear, tell you how much he missed you and how much he desperately wanted to hold you in his arms again.

"I missed you so much, baby... It feels so good to hold you in my arms again..." He'd mumble, snuggling into you. "I missed you too, binnie~" you'd giggled as you hugged just a little tighter.

• Hwang Hyunjin 황현진

Wrecked. Absolutely wrecked. He doesn't know what happened. How it happened. But suddenly you were there, in front of him, a big smirk on your face, his phone dangling between your finger tips as his hardened, throbbing cock still stuck out of his pants.

"Mind explaining this, baby?" You'd ask slyly and he'd blush even more. You didn't expect him to be into rough play. Him being on the recieving end, much less. So when you heard him moan, "oh mistress... I wish you would use me... And... Fuck me up so bad..." You were quite taken aback.

"I didn't know you were into this kinda stuff, sweetheart~" you grinned smugly. Oh how you loved it when he was all red and shy. And soon, he was on the floor, down on his knees as you sat on the couch, legs crossed.

"I-im... Im sorry..." He mumbled, looking down ashamed. Your feet trailed down to his cock, rubbing it slowly, "this little guy here doesn't seem very sorry, though?" You giggled.

"sh...shit... Im... Im sorry, baby..." He whimpered. You stopped rubbing on him before leaning down, your lips ghosting over his, "it's not baby for you, Hyunjin."

He shuddered, "y-yes, mistress..." You were having too much fun with this (just like how I'm having too much fun writing this at 2 am. LITERALLY.)

It never occurred to you how satisfying it could be to press and rub on a dick with your feet. The way Hyunjin squirmed and cried under you just made you shudder in arousal. His tears were like aphrodisiac. You loved it when he cried. You loved to tease and edge him until he couldn't take it anymore.

You kissed him dumb. The way he ate up your throbbing cunt got you quivering. His long fingers were so perfect. Your hands trailed up to his head to push him deeper between your legs. "Fuck you're such a slut, you know that? Does it feel good? Does mistress' pussy taste good, baby?"

It was clear he was pussy drunk, just eating you up like a man starved. He'd pull out and look at you deadass and say, "sit on my face, please mistress..." The utter whorish look on his face as he begged was enough to make you feel weak in the knees.

He lapped up every drop of your orgasm as you rode his face, coming down from your high. The way he fucked you... God it felt heavenly. His whimpers, his begs, it was all music to your ears.

You loved it when he was being so submissive. You loved it when he called you mistress. At some point, dominance and submission would go through the window and all there would be left are two rabbits in heat fucking each other senseless.

He'd cum all over you. He'd beg, "I wanna cum on your face, mistress... Please... Please let me cum on your face, please?" And there was no way you could say no.

Once you both are done, he'd take pictures of you if you permit and save them in the depths of his phone where he keeps all those gorgeous, sexy pictures of you. The ones only he can see. Might even paint you.

"I love you so much, mistress... I missed you so much...~" "I missed you too, baby~"

Hyunbin edit cuz we love 💕

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

I don’t know if you’re still doing asks 👉🏻👈🏻 but if you are what about Pedro and reader being FWB and he falls for her but he’s scared to tell her?

Hi, nonny, idk if you're still out there or if you gave up on me ever answering this. If you did, I totally understand. I'm sorry it's been one hell of a year. I lost my dad 5 days after my birthday and my stepmom 3 weeks after that. So I've been kinda out of it writing wise.

All that to say: I got your request. I loved it, and I finished it. So here it is. If you're the anon who sent this, thank you, because you got me writing again. If you know who the anon is, please let them know.

Anyway here you go...

More than Friends (With Benefits)

Pedro Pascal X Reader

(no warnings)(Also reblogs and comments are more than welcome and requests too☺️)

As he felt the sun hit his face, he shook his head with a small frown, his eyes still closed tight wanting to get just a few more precious seconds of sleep. It was no good, he was awake. He sat up, and with a small groan, he stretched and then let out a loud yawn. As his mouth stretched open wider, he glanced to his right. His yawn turned into a soft smile as he took in the sight of the woman next to him. The morning sun shining on your skin.

You shifted, feeling his glance on your sleeping form. Without opening your eyes you said “And what exactly are you staring at, Pedro?”

You heard his soft chuckle that made you open your eyes. 

“Just the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You huffed at that and rolled your eyes at his compliment but you smiled all the same. 

“See you say that,” you said, sitting up and stretching. “But it makes me wonder if you need to get your eyes checked.”

He chuckled again. “And why do you say that? My eyesight is fine.”

You pointed to the matted hair on the side of your head, then you rubbed your eyes. “Dude, I look a mess when I wake up. The hair, the eye boogers…”

“The drool,” he added, his smile growing.

You giggled. “Yeah that too.” You wiped your mouth just in case.

You stretched again then pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed, going over to your dresser you picked up a brush and started untangling your hair, humming softly to yourself. The whole time, Pedro didn't take his eyes off you with a smile still on his lips. You looked into the mirror and saw him looking at you. You didn't say anything, you were used to this, he had been doing that a lot more often, staring at you. Once your hair was somewhat presentable, you turned to him. 

“So, um, breakfast or do you have to go?” he asked.

You went over and checked the time on your phone. 10:36, you couldn’t, although you wanted to. It was Saturday, you had some errands to run, then you had promised a friend of yours that you'd help her put together some furniture she'd ordered.

“I'd love to, but I can't. I'm sorry,” you said and looked it as well. “I got a full day: errands and then I gotta help Selina out putting together some stuff she ordered… umm maybe tomorrow?”

He still smiled but you could see something in his eyes. Disappointment? Sadness? You couldn't really tell. But he nodded and said “Okay, I'll see you later then.”

“Okay,” you agreed as you grabbed your clothes off the floor and hastily dressed. You'd take a shower when you got home, like you normally did.

He followed you to the door and watched as you walked to your car, giving you a wave as you drove off. He sighed and stepped back in his place, looking around a little sadly. He wished, for not the first time, that you would stay a little longer, hell, he wished that you would move in with him and stay with him forever. 

He had come so close to asking you over the time you two had been seeing each other; well, not exactly “seeing” each other. What would you call it when you didn’t really go out on dates, but slept together frequently? Friends with benefits? Ugh, he didn’t like that, he liked you, he wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to mess up what you had, being around you, spending what little time together you did was the highlight of his days. 

~~~~~~~

He had brought it up about six months into you two “seeing” each other. You were laying in bed together, legs intertwined, just talking and joking around. He had looked down at your laughing face, you were giggling at some corny joke of his, normally people would groan at his bad jokes, but you, you laughed, a genuine laugh at that. He loved the way that your smile lit up your face, the sound of your laugh was musical, he even loved it when you let  out a snort when you laughed really hard. It sent his heart pounding and his stomach seemed to fill with butterflies. He hadn’t felt like that in years.

“So,” he started after your giggle fit had subsided somewhat,

“So what?”  you asked.

“So um I was thinking that maybe we could um grab dinner later or something?”

You thought for a second. “Yeah we can order something in.” You reached over and picked up your phone. “I’m thinking maybe Thai, but I heard that Indian place over on Third had some of the best butter chicken. Selina was telling me the other day…” You had stopped upon seeing a slight frown on his face. “What’s up? What’s that look for.?”

“Oh, I was thinking that we could actually go out instead of ordering in,” he had said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Oh umm.” You had gotten quiet. 

“I-I mean if you can’t today then…” he had started.

“It-it’s just that I don’t have anything to wear over here and I…”

“It’s fine you could go home and change and I’ll come pick you up.” He had looked hopefully at this suggestion.

“Umm well I have a lot of work to do and I don’t think I-I really can. Not today at least.” 

He just nodded. “Okay, no, no, I understand.”

“Cool, cool.” You had thrown the comforter off your legs and you had started scooting towards the end of the bed. “Well, um,” you cleared your throat. “With that maybe I should head out.”

“Yeah, no, yeah, that’s fine,” he had said as he watched you collect your clothes and head out.

“I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he had mumbled as he watched you walk out. Once he had heard his front door close, he lay back on his pillows with a groan.

~~~~~~~

Pedro shook his head at the memory and went into his kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t quite understand it, every time he brought up going out or spending time outside of his place or yours, you got jumpy and would always come up with excuses as to why you couldn’t. Did you not like him as much as he liked you? He scoffed at that thought, it made him seem like some kid in junior high who didn’t know if his crush liked him. But that’s exactly what it was, wasn’t it?

He took his mug full of coffee and sat down at his table, pulling a book he had been reading towards himself and flipped it open and tried to focus on something else.

But after a while, he gave up. He just kept reading the same paragraph over and over, not taking in a single word. He put the book aside with a sigh and got up to take a shower. 

As the hot water washed over him, his thoughts once again came back to you, your smile, your smell, your laugh, the way you felt in his arms, the way you laughed at his jokes, and listened to all of his stories. He knew in his heart that he wanted you, wanted to be with you, and by the time he turned off the tap and stepped out, he’d have to find a way to tell you. He shouldn’t be afraid, hadn’t his father always told him that the best way to get over a fear is to face it head on? So, that’s exactly what he was going to do. Face his fear of rejection and tell you exactly how he felt.

He just hoped that you felt the same way.

As he got dressed, he went over and over the best way to tell you.

~~~~~~~

A little later, you huffed out a breath as you drove up to your friend Selina’s place. You were exhausted from running around, plus the activities you had done last night and earlier that morning, and now you had to help put a shelf and table together. You wanted to call and cancel, but you had promised and plus Selina had promised to feed you. So, with some effort, you hauled your body out of your car and went to knock on her door.

She swung it open before you could fully raise your arm.

“There you are, darling, I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” she said, immediately wrapping you in a hug while pulling you inside.

“Now, Lina, you know I could never forget about you,” you laughed. “I just had some things to do first, I told you that.”

“Yes, yes, darling, I know,” she said, waving her hand in the air. Then she peered closer at you. “Seems like you had quite a bit going on.”

“Huh?” you were confused.

“Did you see Pedro again?”

“How-how did you know?’

She pointed at your neck with a knowing smirk. You turned and looked at your reflection in the mirror above her mantle. Sure enough, there was a hickey blooming on your neck, two actually. You tried to cover them with your hand while turning to her with an embarrassed look on your face.

“Darling, no need to look like that,” she said, with another wave of her hand. “We’re both adults here. I don’t know why you’re embarrassed.”

She walked to the box that held the shelf you were to put together and knelt on the floor. You followed her.

“I haven’t had a hickey since eleventh grade,” you hissed, kneeling down with her and opening the box.

“So?”

“So, I'm not a teenager anymore, I shouldn’t be walking around with hickeys like a sixteen year old.”

Selina just tsked. “Whatever you say, darling. Frankly, if it were me, I wouldn’t be embarrassed in the least bit.” 

“Well, you’re never embarrassed are you?” you commented.

She just gave you a smile and wink. “You’d never know if I was.”

You laughed and began taking the parts out and the instructions. Selina didn’t even glance at the instructions, claiming that it could be put together with a little common sense. You just shook your head and read them anyway, so that when something inevitably went wrong, you knew how to fix it.

As you put the shelf and then the table together you chatted about work, your families, and other friends. By the time she had filled you in on a mutual friend and her latest drama you were finished and she had ordered food for you both.

“.... so i told Liv that she needed to make a decision, and frankly no one would be upset if she left Jay.”

“Agreed,” you said from your favorite spot of her comfy recliner.

She turned to you. “Speaking of making decisions, what are you going to do about Pedro?”

“Do what about him?”

“Uh-uh don’t play confused with me, you know exactly what I mean. You see him at least four times a week.”

“Okay and?”

“And, why haven’t you two made things official. I mean, I for one would love to meet the man behind all the stories you’ve told me. He sounds like a real catch, well, at least from what I've heard about him from you, so what’s the deal?”

You just shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Nope, that isn’t gonna work with me, go on, tell me.”

“I just like what we have and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You like him, don’t you? And he obviously likes you.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, from what you told me, he’s always trying to take you out, like on actual dates and stuff,” she pointed out. “If he just wanted to sleep with you, then he would and then kick you out, hell, he’d probably have moved on by now. But he hasn’t. You spend the night over there often, it seems like he wants more.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” you asked in a small voice.

“Seems like to me there’s only one way to figure that out.”

“What’s that?”

“Talk to him,” she said simply. She got up to answer the knock at the door and collect your food. 

As you two sat and ate, you were deep in thought.

~~~~~~~

When you finally made it home, you put up your things from your errands, all the while thinking about what Selina had said.

On the one hand, the arrangement that you had with Pedro was working out well. Over a year, and he hadn’t dumped you for anyone else, and, as far as you knew, he wasn’t seeing anyone else and neither were you. And man the sex was amazing. So, why mess up a good thing? You thought.

But then there was the other hand: how long could this last? At some point something had to change. You couldn’t just go along forever just sleeping with each other and nothing else, right? Eventually one or both of you would get tired and want to end things. 

Or he could find someone else, another thought came to your mind, and you didn’t like it one bit. You immediately got upset, you didn’t even want to entertain the idea of him being with someone else.

You sighed. “Maybe I need to sleep on this,” you said out loud to yourself.

With that, you headed to your bathroom to shower. Once you were finished you checked some emails from work then climbed in your bed. After tossing and turning for a good hour, you still couldn’t sleep. 

With a groan, you picked up your phone and tried playing white noise to fall asleep to, unfortunately that didn’t work. Your mind wouldn’t shut off. Pedro kept floating across it.

“Fine, fine!” you said aloud to the empty room. “I’ll talk to him!” You rolled over trying to get some sleep, but it was no good. A few minutes later there was a knock at your door. You glanced at the time. It was 1:45 in the morning. 

“Who the hell could that be?”  

Just then you heard a voice call out. “It’s just me.”

You got up and walked to the door and opened it, and there was Pedro standing on your stoop.

“What’s up?” you asked. 

“I know it’s late but I had to talk to you,” he explained. “About , um us… if that’s okay.”

“Really?” you asked and he nodded. “Well, funnily enough, I wanted to talk to you too, about us,” you replied.

You both stared at each other and then smiled.

“Well, uh, can I come in then?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah,” you said and stepped back to let him in.

You closed the door behind him and walked into the living room to talk about the rest of your lives.

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY BELLARA LUTARE - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

trouble ahead.

looks like we're doing this!

we're getting good at this!

let's try to keep quiet and not disturb that thing.

i can't believe this café is hidden inside all the crowds and chaos. i love it!

so many things you could buy. how do you choose?

what was there before? does anyone even remember?

everyone helped out.

you shouldn't worry at all.

wish we had a few of those.

it changes every day.

some get killed, some go missing. some just leave.

you don't see your family or friends?

you must miss them.

i sure didn't expect that.

is that really enough punishment?

i know him. knew him, i mean, when we were kids.

i wonder if there's a basement.

kinda weird, isn't it?

this... changes everything.

nice room you have here.

i can't believe it. we're meeting!

um... what should i call you?

i'll catch up on sleep later.

i have a question. about undead.

that's amazing! and really bad of course.

i think we should prove it.

it feels weird. different. from other magic.

i'm not sure i'd like that.

when i went out there, i could feel it. somewhere.

you won't believe what i found yesterday.

too bad we can't ask.

i'll remember not to ask about that.

what do you think of it?

i'm making progress!

it's mostly a survival thing.

oh, i heard about that.

that would be a nightmare!

i knew you'd catch that.

is this difficult for you?

how do you know literally everyone?

the world must be a little broken, but you can't just erase it to start over.

i was so careful! did i miss a spot?

i have some questions for you!

you both seem pretty happy about it.

you know what? i wish you could, too.

you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

you'd be surprised.

my father taught me about every deadly plant. mostly to keep me from eating them, i think.

i was wondering something.

thanks again for dinner last night.

there's a sequel? have you read it?

i took a lot of notes while you were away.

thank you. really. you're a good friend. a really, really good friend.

old habits die hard.

what kind of traps?

i shouldn't make it anyone else's problem.

[multi-fandom-agereg]

If Lucifer Morningstar was a cg ★☆

★ let's be honest, he'd be a very sweet caregiver when he's taking care of his little one. He has a daughter of his own, he learned a thing or two with Charlie.

★ his patience is ^^^^ really up there. If you wanted a CG who has patience, this is your guy. He'll sit there for hours just for you to make a decision on something. No rush here!

★ As a cg, he'd be of course, patient. As well as somewhat soft spoken, nervous and nonstrict. He has no heart in even trying to be stern with you- he's just a soft man no matter what he tries to deny it

★ he's a nervous caretaker because: his flaws. What if he messed up? What if he did something that upsetted you? So I'd imagine he'd always be somewhat on edge and careful what he says to you, not wanting to upset you in any way (he's a bit of a slow talker as well. If he lets his nervousness get to him, his speech would be slurred)

★ not an active baby spoiler, but will get you anything you'd ask for. that doesnt make him a spoiler.... right? Want something? hes on it! Need someone to fill your cups? Yep! That's him! But he won't constsntly buy you things��� well, sometimes!

★ piggy back rides kinda papa! He loves carrying you around if you let him. He's also the kinda cg to let you sleep on his stomach while you both are laying down. He slso loves trapping you in your favorite blanket before scooping you up into his arms

★ general hc: when he laughs, he snorts! You can easily make him laugh. And when you do he'll snort. He gets embarrassed for it but usually if he's in the midst of a giggle fit he'll forget about it

★ his preferred petnames are: papa, bubba, dad, etc! He usually doesnt mind any you wish to give him! He also loves to call you his "button nose", "kiddo/kid", "bunny" and "bubs" If you like to be called petnames

★ bought you a stuffie named "Ms Vee" who is a stuffie ragdoll cat with a voice box inside! Bonus, the voice box is Lucifer's prerecordings. If he's away, busy or just not current; Ms Vee gotcha covered. Just press her stomach and his voice will be heard ^^

★ his pre recordings includes: him saying good morning/afternoon/night, him asking how you're doing and saying something positive towards you,, there's also a few others like him humming a lullaby, reading a small story book, and telling you that you should sleep. There is over 200 recordings as of currently, so there's too much to say!

[eydi-andrius]

Cruel Existence (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

summary: Gojo broke up with you a week ago. Trying to forget him, you invited your friends to a night out. It was fun while it lasted, until you realized that you never went home to your own place. In fact, you were sleeping soundly on his bed.

cw/tw: angst, hurt, pain, mentions of break up, regret, mentions of drinking until one passes out (please don't do this), trespassing

a/n: this was fun to write. I hope you like it. Again, as much as I appreciate likes, comments and reblogs motivates me better. Thank you!

🐈

It is wild how the stranger you once met becomes the most important person in your life.

Then for one day, life decided to make that person a stranger again.

Some may argue that no, they're not strangers anymore.

However if you think about it, a person who isn't in your life is nothing but a mere stranger.

His memories may be there, and it must have been your greatest treasure. Yet, it doesn't erase the fact that it wasn't them anymore.

Each day, the knife twists deeper, sharper and deadlier the more you think about the what ifs and the whatnots.

It's like a deadly poison slivering inside your vein. Memories turn lethal and invasive. You begged for them to just stop and let you breathe.

You prayed every night for it to be over. As you close your eyes, you wish that the morning will make you feel renewed and the person you once were.

How cruel life can be when all you wanted was to be loved.

Gojo had found you first. Maybe that explains a lot why he ended it in the first place.

"Look at this girl. She called us to drink her sorrows away but she was just holding her beer and staring from afar." Iori called you out. Then, rolled her eyes in annoyance. You gave her a chuckle and muttered an apology.

If she did not call your name, you will probably think about what you did wrong and why he ended your relationship that way. He looks tired, fed up when you ask why. He wasn't the same Satoru to whom you knew. It was true that he could be cold-hearted at times but he never acted that way towards you.

That should have been a red flag but that action had made a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. You almost thought you were special.

You bit your lips as you felt another tear wanting to come out and spill your pain in front of your friends again. Shaking your head and blinking your eyes, you tried your best to stop it.

You called and invited them to forget him. It has been a week. It shouldn't bother you as much anymore. He probably had been enjoying his single life. The pain of being pursued and being rejected after achieving your goal was something you had been trying your best not to overthink about. It might be true, but it wasn't healthy to soak through the scenarios and what ifs you knew nothing about.

It will just kill you inside and there will be no reprieve for it.

Attention and awareness finally came back to what you were doing, and so you looked around. The bar was loud. Blinking lights and the alcohol were giving everyone a false sense of confidence as they danced and socialized on the crowded dance floor. Everyone looked like they were having fun. Now, you kinda felt bad that your friends were just sitting inside the private booth with you. Especially, when all of these independent ladies had been through a tough week doing their work. You felt bad wasting their time to watch you mopping and crying over a man they already told you to be wary about.

"I know what you were thinking. And no, I'd rather sit here and join you into drinking your heart out than be with those strangers. Drink up!" Mei mei raised her eyebrows and tapped your pint. She's always so impressive at reading people. Sometimes you wonder if you had said your thoughts aloud with how accurate her words were, at times.

Heart filled with warmth, with how loving your friends were, you stood up and hugged them all. Shoko who remained quiet and sitted patted your back in reassurance after returning your big hug.

It was probably harder for her to hear what happened. She was close to Gojo. You just hoped she wouldn't be planning his murder though. She may be quiet but when angry, she can be more intense than these two.

Anyway, enough thinking about your ex-boyfriend now! These hot ladies gave you their precious free time so might as well use it wisely and to full extent.

You basically had dragged the three in the middle of the dance floor and showed them your moves, which was nonexistent, so you earned a mocking and hysterical laughter from them. Yet, it did not take long for them to follow suit and even challenge you to a dance battle.

The night was filled with laughter, and for once, during that grueling week, you forgot why you were crying and had to lie about your puffy eyes.

🐈

The pain in your head was intolerable. You had been awake for quite some time now but you cannot even lift your eyelids on how painful it was. You groaned. You moaned. You breathed in and out to make it better but the beating of the unbearable pain seems to get worse.

Well, it was true what they said, it had been fun while it lasted.

Last night was a blast. No one can stop the four of you as you claimed the stage and did your greatest night out. You felt the rush of freedom and so you did not stop taking shots after shots. The consequences were pushed back in the deepest part of your brain. And for once, you let your wild side out in public.

You were probably so wasted but at least managed to get home safe. The proof was the soft mattress of your bed. Your fresh sheet enveloping your exhausted body to a warm embrace while the air conditioner blows the perfect amount of cold. This atmosphere should have pulled you back to sleep, if it weren't for this godforsaken headache. Gosh, you wanted so bad to go back to sleep. But you are in pain, needing to pee and calm your growling hunger. You can even feel the vile gastric threatening to come up due to your empty stomach.

"How long do you plan to sleep on my bed?"

Familiar voice had spoken close to you and your body reacted way too fast. You sat up and opened your eyes. Leaning on the doorway was your ex-boyfriend Gojo Satoru. His blue eyes are neutral but his face says he was pissed.

His hair was damp. Droplets were even falling from it but he wore a white towel around his neck to prevent it from cascading further down to his body. He was half naked, only wearing an untied sweats that was hanging way too low for your comfort. Normally, you would say he was hot. But that was not the most important thing right now.

"What do you think you are doing inside my room-!?" In surprise, you yelled but were met by your very hoarse voice. You even ended up violently coughing and wheezing with how dry your throat was. It was as if you did a 24 hour karaoke with your friends or you competed at a screaming contest.

"Maybe before you groaned and moaned to someone else's bed, make sure you were actually on your bed." He tuts and moves towards where you were sitting. You felt a cold metal placed on your forehead and you sighed in relief. Even though it gave you a quick relief, it only happened for a second.

The pain, forgotten for a moment of shock, was now back twice ruthless. Your head was swimming in pain and you felt lightheaded. You left out a loud burp and you felt the hand, holding the can on your forehead, maneuvered fast to pick up the bucket placed methodically on his bedside. The respect you had for this man for preparing this much so he would be able to stop you if you plan to puke all over his place as revenge.

You wretched as if there was no tomorrow. All contents from last night probably had been vomited earlier because you felt only the acid of vile as it pushes whatever was still left inside of you. Heaving, you accepted the water he provided and gargled the last remaining content of puke in your mouth. You cleaned up using the back of your hand and leaned at the nearby chair while you were still sitting on his bed.

This is probably your year's nightmare. Drinking a lot for the first time, losing your friends by walking to someone else's house and worse, sleeping on your ex's bed and thinking it was so comfortable and homey earlier.

While you were thinking and regretting what you had done, you heard the scraping of the table being pulled closer to where you sat. His presence near you again. The clang of utensils, the sound of the lid being opened and plastic wrappers being crumpled and thrown had almost lull you to sleep when you felt a soft tap of his familiar hand on your shoulder.

With a blink, you straightened up and looked at the store bought food, placed in front of you.

It was cup noodles, a bottle of water and ibuprofen, placed on the side. The cold can of coffee just above it.

"Eat up or you will feel shittier than you are right now." He said more like an order and just stood in front of you with arms crossed.

You gulped and tried your best to eat but your hair kept on falling down and dipping on the cup noodles. You were already aware that you smelled like vomit, who could even imagine you can also smell like cup noodles. With a groan of frustration, you collected your hair on the side and was about to eat again when you felt his hand run through your hair.

He mumbled a soft "Let me." and with practiced moves, he was able to tie your hair with a hair tie. He used to do this a lot when you decided not to cut your hair shorter so you can donate it. He was so sweet and attentive when you were still together and this action of concern was not helping your case.

You sat and ate in silence while he stood there for a while and decided it was too awkward and he left you alone. He closed the door as softly as he could. Once you were sure he was gone, you gave out an empty scream and slapped your face multiple times. The pain, embarrassment, and anger were all mixed up as you felt it rise within you.

With a frustrated groan, you bite your lip and pray that this nightmare was all a dream. But you know better. Eyes staring at the familiar ceiling, you sighed. The room is engulfed with quiet except for your ragged breathing, indiciating, how sick you are.

The silence did not last long when you remembered your phone and frantically looked for it. You saw it placed properly on the nearby stool and almost cried when you saw the numerous texts and calls from your friends. Ranging from the early hours of the day and right now, it was asking for the same thing; where were you? or are you okay?.

Nervous, you tried your best to reply even with shaking hands and once you hit send, they immediately saw it and called.

The call was filled with screams of terror and relief that you were okay. But once they calmed down, you were able to talk to them properly. They even answered the gnawing question you had been wondering about when you saw Gojo in front you.

Around 3 am, you four had decided to book a room in a nearby hotel, instead of getting a cab and going home. You all were too wasted to even trust yourselves that you can all recall how to go home.

They never remember much after that but they were sure you were the first one to sleep on the bed. But later, after around 5 or 6, Iori woke up and saw you weren't there. They were filled with panic and terror because there is no way you can stand up after having that short sleep and being too drunk.

They tried to rationalize that maybe you did go home and tried to call you. But when you were still not picking up, they almost trashed the hotel room. Luckily, the cleaning lady was kind enough. When she saw their panicked and disheveled appearance, she asked the security to check if you left the hotel in one piece. It turns out, she had seen you four together and was also worried that something happened to you too.

They had seen you walking out of the room and through the lobby, up to the entrance. You obviously looked still drunk as you tried to wobble and walk straight ahead, outside of the hotel.

Since then, they have been blowing your phone with texts and calls. They could hear it ringing so they suspected that maybe you accidentally turned it to silent mode or you were kidnapped.

Grateful, you reassured them that you were fine. You made up a story that you booked a new hotel room, in another hotel, probably because you were drunk. Currently, you informed them that you were staying in that room and having breakfast. You reasoned out that you were not able to answer their calls and texts because you can barely open your eyes. It uproared another wave of panic but you told them firmly that you were fine and will call them once you take care of your too drunk ass. To stop them from asking further, you hung up the phone with an excuse that your battery was dying out.

There is no way that you will share to them that your drunk ass went to your ex's huge condominium and you thought as you woke that it was yours. You had been staying and visiting this place that your body immediately thought of this place as your other home.

After finishing your meal, and feeling the medicine taking effect. You psych yourself up to face the inevitable. There is no way you can just walk out of this place without confronting him about what you did and what he had to witness.

You walk to the restroom and try your best to look presentable and not a crazy person.

Once done, you slowly crept towards the door and opened it ajar, you scanned the place and looked for him. He was wearing a black fitted plain shirt, as he sat on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee as he typed something on his laptop. Probably, for work.

You walked slowly towards him and coughed to get his attention. His piercing blue eyes stared back at you, as he removed his glasses and closed his laptop. He grumbled and again, crossed his arms to his chest. His lips were abit pouted and the creases on his head showed a frown.

"I'm really sorry for trespassing. I promise I will never drink that hard again." You promised and even did a pinky swear in front of him. He looked unamused though as he replied with a doubtful "hmmm" and still had the same frowning face.

"Do you remember what you did then?" He asked.

"To be honest, no. I only remember being in a hotel with the girls and sleeping. I don't really remember much about what I did." You gulped when you saw him raised his eyebrow and sighed.

"See those keys?" He pointed at the keys placed on a bowl. "You used that to enter my condo. They were my spare keys that were still hidden in the same place. You were so drunk that you thought you went back home and even slept beside me. I thought I was sleeping with my pillow the whole morning, so imagine my surprise when that pillow turned out to be you." He shared with a firm voice, as if he even cannot fathom what happened.

However, something's amiss with that story.

"No way! Don't lie to me. I agree that I may have done the trespassing but sleeping beside you? Nahhhhhhh! I doubt that. Remember, you're a light sleeper! There is no way I can sneak up on you and sleep." It was now your time to raise your eyebrow and cross your arms at him. You even sounded smug for someone who owed him big time.

You do not believe that other accusation at all. That is so unbelievable and he was probably messing with you so you will feel guiltier from entering his home without permission.

"My new doctor prescribed effective sleeping pills for insomnia this time. I have been sleeping better and on time ever since. I never felt any movement at all." He smirked. And you know, you lose. Gojo never lied about these things and you also knew that he was struggling to sleep.

So if this was true, then for the whole morning, you were sleeping together!?

Who would even do that with her ex? Oh god you are stupid!

His smug look had made you feel ashamed even more and you know that you're red as a tomato. You feel hot all over and even at the end of your ears.

Let's end this humiliation and be done with this asap!

"I- Thank you for taking care of me. I owe you one. I'm so sorry again and will promise not to drink again and disturb you. Again, I am so sorry." With a deep bow, you sincerely apologize and you just hear him say "look up."

"It's alright. I'm glad your safe. Hangover but safe. " He taunted and you just wanted to slap that smirk out of his face. He was obviously implying how humiliating your shenanigans were. And they were, but he doesn't have the right to judge.

"Well then, if there's nothing more, I'll go back to the hotel and meet my friends." A bow again and you were on your way out.

You blinked when he slapped his hands on his thighs before he stood up and used his head to tell you to go first.

You frowned a bit in confusion but followed regardless.

This whole interaction was so awkward but familiar. He does this a lot whenever you visit his home. He usually drives you back home or if he can't, he will see you out to the entrance.

The elevator did not come sooner, however. It was creating unnecessary drama and tension between you two. As you just stood there, holding your bag for dear life. You hugged it for comfort and distraction on this growing awkwardness by standing near him. He looks fit. You imagine running your hands over him again. It was more tempting now than before.

"Please take care of yourself." You heard him speak first, breaking the ice. Your head whipped so fast in his direction when you heard his voice break a little when he said that. But when you looked at him, he titled his head to the side, confused at your action. Maybe you imagined it.

Embarrassed, you used the ping of the elevator as an excuse, thank god, and immediately rode the lift.

He was standing there on the other side, he was staring at you. It feels like someone was looking into your soul. You cannot help but feel vulnerable and open in front of his eyes. He looks solemn, calm.

If you stop me, I will forgive you and run back to your loving arms.

It was too late before you realized that you opened your mouth to speak and called his name.

"Satoru." His first name rang smoothly on your mouth. It feels comfortable and your heart twinged in pain when you realized that it may be the last time you will ever see him.

As the door closes slowly, you have seen his mouth move from your peripheral and he uttered your name softly, like how you say the name of the ones you treasured the most.

You do not know if you were just seeing things but his eyes look emotional, somewhat sad for a second. Before the elevator door finally closes and your name echoed when he said it.

"Y/N."

There were no tears as the lift started going down. You expected that seeing him one last time, you will feel the pain worse than before. Yet, that did not happen.

Staring at your reflection, your eyes look tired. The way those eyes bore at you speaks volume on how your soul truly feels about this.

You had a moment of acceptance when the doors closed in between you two.

A new chapter of your lives will arise. He will have his own world without you. He will be happy. He will be truly madly deeply in love with someone else.

And now, the hurt and pain became numb and cold.

Just imagining that he would love someone much greater than what he had given you was soul crushing to the point of rude awakening.

During those times, you will be happy for him. But you wish, as selfish as it sounds, that he will not be as happy when you were still together.

🐈

Gojo doesn't need to get up to know it was you who entered his condo without notice. He was a bit concerned that you kept on stumbling around and cussing his furniture out that managed to trip you, even though it was clearly your fault.

When he felt the bed dipped and your arms automatically hugging him from behind, it made him a bit nervous. He has to pretend to be asleep or else…….or else what? He never knew.

You smell like alcohol and you're even slurring your words. He never saw you this drunk before. In fact, you never liked alcohol. You have a terrible experience of living with an alcoholic, so a mere smell of alcohol repulses you. He never expected to see you drunk and barely kept together.

He was about to confront you, when he felt your arms tighten around him and your breath tickling his back when you said, "I'm home." with a sigh of relief before passing out.

Gojo had never felt more at peace hearing those words coming from your mouth.

🐈

When he woke up, he was just staring at you. He never had any proper sleep since the break up but knowing you were beside him, he was able to sleep well.

Maybe something inside him had been comforted when you said you were home. It actually warms his heart that you felt at home beside him.

He sat up and, a twang of pain rushed inside his chest. He shakes his hair in annoyance using his right hand.

He doesn't have the right to be sad about it when he was the one who broke it up with you.

Gojo never really knew why he did it in the first place. Sure, his family never approved of you but he never really cared about their opinion. He actually wishes for his old folks to die soon so he doesn't have to pretend that he cares about their words. He grew up without them being around.

Or maybe it was because he felt insecure that someone as kind and loving as you chose him. You were so different to the people he usually surrounds himself around but you were warm and he felt safe around you.

With a frustrated groan, Gojo stood up and was about to walk towards the door when he thought of an idea.

He slowly walked towards where you were asleep, bent down and whispered, "Welcome home." before kissing your forehead.

For the first time, after a week of him trying to justify that he made the right choice, making Nanami, his friend, worry that he was working too much, he felt at peace and happy.

Just for a moment, he wanted to pretend that he did not let you go for something so stupid and you were actually home with him.

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Some cute scenarios to help my mental health pt.1❀

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♦ As much as I love fall, late fall doesn't love me :( <- started writing this in mid November lol There's no solid theme, just something self-indulging I came up with for each character (some kinda overlap with my previous post :D) - scenarios do wary in lengths ^^ ♦

Characters: Jin, Tohma, Alan, Leo, Sho, Towa, Subaru

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  ₊ ⊹ Cuddling while sleeping the day away ⊹ ₊

Some days you just couldn't be bothered. Bothered to care. Bothered to show up to your classes. Show up to your meetings that you scheduled days ahead of time and will take another few days to reschedule. On days like these you just needed to hide from the world to take time to collect yourself and come back like nothing happened. The people around you kinda already got used to this. Out of all the places in Darkwick you loves Jin's room the most. Nobody except for maybe Tohma dared to intrude the serenity and Jin's stigma was more than useful to help shut off the world outside his heavy door from massive. Whenever you decided to hide away in the arms of your boyfriend, the temperature underneath his blanket always got so hot, it woke you up, despite the almost freezing temperature in the room. After such awakening, you knew that going back to sleep is going to take a while and maybe letting out some of the heat out. So while waiting for another wave of sleepiness, you study the features of his face. Jin always acts like it bothers him, but you both know he secretly enjoys it. Sometimes, if he's in a good enough mood after waking up too, he kisses your forehead and texts Tohma to bring in some of your favorite food. The two of you then watch videos on his phone and cuddle until you fall asleep in each other's arms, ready to repeat the whole cycle all over again.

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  ₊ ⊹ Attending a ball ⊹ ₊

Rarely you get to attend some sort of a fancy event like balls. ever since coming to Darkwick you'd wished to attend one of its famous ones, but something always came up. Studying for tests, cases, some other house's vice-/president demanding your help with something, etc. But tonight it worked out and you're now getting ready, dolling yourself up to be the center of attention and afterwards, the talk of the house. By pulling a few strings (Romeo owed you a favor), you'd managed to get to get the most beautiful outfit. You're sure that once you appear by Tohma's side, all the eyes will be on you. A soft knock on the door announces that it's time for your appearance at the event. You take a deep breath and move to open the door. You are nervous, but more than that - excited. "My, do you look rather dashing" Tohma compliments you and you can't help but to giggle a bit in response. As the two of you descend the grand staircase, hand in hand, Tohma leading you, you can feel more and more eyes on you. Once you're almost at the bottom, Tohma covertly winks at you and turns to speak to the mass of people below you: "May I please ask for your attention, everyone?" as he speaks, more eyes turn on him but, still, you can feel many of them on you, "Thank you. Now firstly, I'd like to personally thank everyone for coming. Secondy: I'd like to make a small announcement." Tohma turns to you and guides you to stand right next to him, "I'd like to introduce to you Y/N, my partner."

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  ₊ ⊹ Helping him with his phone ⊹ ₊

"Y/N, can you help me with this?" You were just walking past Alan who's sitting on the communal sofa, staring intensely into his phone like it would reveal all the secrets of humanity to him. "Uh... Sure. What do you need help with?" Sitting down you pulled out your own phone to text Leo that he needs to find a different camera person for his stream. Not that you really minded it. Hopefully he can manage to find someone on this 10 minutes short notice with Sho out of Darkwick on some bike race. "Tohma keeps telling me to finally set up a password." Alan scoffs in irritation and sets his phone down on the coffee table in front of him, after another failed attempt to find the password setting. "Oh, good... Gotta keep Leo out." you chuckle and pick up Alan's phone instead of him. "So... What do you have in mind for your password?" scrolling around a bit until you come across the security tab, you don't even look back up at Alan. "Uh... Shouldn't a password be a secret?" Alan leans closer to you so he can see what you're doing and how you're doing it. "Typically, yeah... But since it takes you an hour to type a simple message... I thinks it's better if someone knows it just in case of emergency." "Oh, yeah... But I'm getting better at it..." Alan trails off and you can't help but giggle a bit at his embarrassed tone of voice. "Yes you are! And we're all so very proud of you!" smiling, you turn your head to peck unsuspecting Alan's cheek after praising him like a small child. With your attention back to his phone, you don't even see Alan turn red and look at you with a doe-like look. "So! Which type of password would you prefer?" "Oh- uhm... Idunno... which one would you pick for me?" Alan only now focuses back on the task at hand. "Well... It depends on what you remember easily... Or you can have a fingerprint with some password for me as a backup..." "...yeah, that one... And don't even bother to tell me yours, I won't remember it anyway." Alan is clearly fed up with this whole password thing and his mind is somewhere else already. "Okay! Just press your index finger to this and that's how you'll be unlocking it from now on. I'll also add my number as an emergency contact so you can call me if it doesn't work." Alan obeys your instruction and then catches himself admiring how quickly and skillfully your fingers then proceed to finish setting up the rest. He kinda wishes he could do that stuff too. "So here you are then! I'll be off. Pretty sure Leo'll rip my hands off for ditching on him so last minute." you return Alan his phone and move to get up from the sofa, but Alan stops you. "Not so fast... What was that with the kiss?"

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  ₊ ⊹ Selfcare day ⊹ ₊

Your phone won't stop buzzing with phonecalls from Leo ever since you texted him five minutes ago, that your shopping date is off due to your mood having taken turn to the worse. It actually has been for the past few days already, but you tried to ignore it and hoped you'll get better again. "Y/N! What the hell?! Don't scare me like that!" Leo scolds you after you finally give in and pick up his millionth call. "Sorry... I'm just not really up to tonight. I kinda just want to take a shower and climb into bed and sleep for an eternity." "Huhu, there will be none of that..." you can hear Leo giggle accompanied by some distant dull clinking on the other side followed by Leo scoffing, "...hey, don't break them!" "Uh... Leo?" "Worry not! I'll see you in twenty minutes if I don't have to go back and rebuy everything!" Leo snidely remarks as if to someone he's with and then you think you can hear Sho grumbling back about how nothing got broken.

And, true to his word, in twenty minutes, Leo's barging into your room like he owns the place with a rather large paper bag from some spa store - you're guessing by its design and name. "Okay, the selfcare fairy is here! Get up and get changed into something more... fitting? If you even have something like that?" you can only stare at Leo from your bed where you're just laying in your pajamas while watching some show on your phone. "What the fuck, Leo?" "Oh, do it already, would you? If you don't have anything, it's a good thing I thought of that and bought you-" Leo sets down the bag and starts rummaging through it until he pulls out a silken dressing gown in your favorite color and shade - aw, "something. Free of charge! Comes with the service." Again, you have no words. One moment you're managing to find some escapism and the next you're getting a... gift..? from THE Leo? ...? "Well hurry! Get changed and I'll run the bath!" Leo thrusts the really nice material into your hands and powerwalks to your en suite bathroom, carrying the bag with him as it emits the very same dull slinking noises like you heard on the phone. Still puzzled you do eventually change into the garment while still looking out for if Leo's coming so you can hide in time. Just for safety you do decide to keep your underwear still on, at least. "Ah, perfect! The your bath will be done in a few minutes!" Leo emerges a few minutes after you're done anxiously changing. "Leo, what are you doing?" you're still kinda in the dark about what is going on, though you are catching up to what might be happening. "Making you feel better, silly! And what's a better way than having some selfcare?! A nice bath, then we'll do your nails - and sorry, but you really need them done, maybe have some drinks, share secrets..!" Huh? Well, you are friends with Leo as much as one can be, but you'd never expect him to do something like that for anyone but himself. "Oh stop looking at me like you saw a ghost. I can sometimes do nice stuff without expecting something in return." "Okay, I guess I've been to harsh on you then... Sorry, I guess..." you mutter with a shrug. Leo is just about to say something, but instead he turns to look back at the bathtub behind him and quickly runs back inside the room, closing the door after himself. You can hear a few clicks of...??? and then he's back out again. "Okay! Your bath is ready!" Leo chirps and starts leading you into the bathroom. The room is dark, except for multiple scented candles in... your favorite scent. Leo sure notices all your favorites, huh? The bathtub is almost overflowing with bubbles and rose petals thrown on them as well as around the tub. A string of smoke catches your eye and you follow it to find a lit up incense smoke. "Frankincense. Helps with depression, apparently." Leo explains once he notices where you're looking. "Well get in there already, before it gets cold!" Leo urges you after he deems you've taken your surrounding in enough. "Uh... In... front of you?" you're unsure. Does he actually expect that you'll get naked in front of him? "God, okay, I'll turn around since you're so shy." he turns away and crosses his arms over his chest in an insulted way. Quickly you shed all your clothes and jump into the water. It's the prefect temperature and you can already feel some of your bad mood lifting up. "Just make sure to get out in time, before your skin starts to shrivel up!" Leo chuckles and pick up the shopping bag again to go prepare the rest of your sleepover activities.

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  ₊ ⊹ Helping out with the food truck ⊹ ₊

Your last lesson before lunch break just ended and you're walking to the courtyard to find the sport where Sho parked his food truck for the day. Apparently it was by some anomalous statue that's only there at certain times a day. But before you're even able to see the truck, you see the long line of customers waiting to order their lunch. You quickly run towards the truck's door and grab the only remaining apron on them once they're open. Approaching Sho, who's currently working on completing one of the orders, from the back you lightly grab his hips and step more into his field of view, "I'm here." Sho turns his head to your side and smiles before kissing you on the cheek, "About time. Can you get on the orders?" "On it!" you smile in response and also kiss his cheek. Turning around to tend to Sho's customers, you find out at next in line are Subaru and Lyca. Subaru's cheeks are slightly tinted pink and Lyca looks like he could devour you then and there from hunger. You can't help but laugh at the contrast between them. "Hi guys, what are you ordering?" "Oh-um... I'm sorry..." Subaru anxiously looks to the side, avoiding your eye-contact. "Hey, we'll take some of that good chicken and rice stuff like yesterday." Lyca sounds off instead, completely oblivious to his friend's behavior. "Okay, two chickens over rice coming up! Do you guys also want into a box so you can take it to your spot?" you also decide to act like Subaru didn't start blushing from accidentally seeing you and Sho kiss each other's cheek. "Ye-yes. That would be very nice of you, Y/N." Subaru finally composes himself. "No worries! I'll call you up when it's done." you smile and hand a paper with their order to Sho.

It's not long until with your shared effort, all the customers for the day are satisfied and back in their classrooms. Finally you both can also eat some lunch and talk more than just order details and the names of its recipients. "Ugh, I'm beat. I think today might be a record number of customers." Sho sits down next to you on the bench in front of his truck and hands you your food. "Yeah, I think I'm starting to figure out how to be faster so the line isn't that long and people don't have to wait as long as they would in the cafeteria." "Hah, maybe we should put a limit at our customers or we'll end up having more people than the cafeteria. Not sure if Darkwick would like that. Besides... I've only got two hands." "Hmm... True... Then they'd even want a cut of your profits." you can't help but laugh.

It's kinda stressful to be the customer service part of Sho's truck, but these moments afterwards are your favorite.

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  ₊ ⊹ Frolicking in a field ⊹ ₊

Spring is finally back after a way-too-long Winter and most flowers have already bloomed. The sun is warmly shining and for some reason all the classes of the day got cancelled. Not that you mind. You're not really sure what to do now that you have the whole day to yourself. Since the weather is so nice, you kinda want to go into nature, but getting an R&R approved would take too long for a last minute decision. But then you realize that Jabberwock is from the most part nature. Besides, surely Haru will be happy to have a pair of extra hands to help him out. The sunny weather makes you uncharacteristically giddy and you can't stop the slight bounce in your walk as you make your way to Jabberwock. After walking through he main gate and finally entering the wide space, you look around to take in your surroundings and possibly spot one of the three Jabberwock ghouls. None of them are in sight, so first you'll check the main dormitory room. You're bound to at least run into Ren there, right? As you make a first step in the main building's direction, something white flashes in front of you and a slight scent of flowers and rain tickles your nose for a few seconds. Recovering from your shock you look around again and notice that your bag is gone. Then a faint, distant laugh in the direction in which the white flash went in draws your attention. Already, in the distance you can see Towa running into the open wide fields and laughing, occasionally looking over his shoulder if you're following him. "TOWA!!!" you battle cry and take off after him so you don't loose him behind one of the rolling hills. Despite your initial anger, you can't help but to giggle as you're picking up speed.

Towa doesn't run that far and eventually comes to a stop, giving you time to catch up. “~~~♪” he hums happily and holds your bag up high while giggling. "Towa, I swear to God if you don't give me my bag!" you jump up, trying to snatch you bag from his hand. Still, you can't stop giggling from understanding that this is nothing malicious from his side. Trying to get your bag feels like an uphill battle, which it really is. You're on a rather steep hill and Towa is standing higher than you and every time you try to get up higher, he also takes a few steps higher. So you have no chance but to try and tackle Towa to the ground. It only takes a step or two and you're so close, you're able to smell the flowers and rain again. Just as you're about to use one of your hands to brace yourself on Towa and jump up to finally get your bag back, Towa's hands quickly envelop you and you're trapped in a hug. “~~! ~~~~♪” he hums as the two of you start full on laughing. Gotcha! "No, seriously...!" you pretend to protest, but wrap your hands around Towa in return. "~~!” with you safely holding onto Towa, he slightly picks you up and spins you around. Once you're back on the ground, the ghoul lets go of your hug and grabs one of your hands and starts running up the hill, this time more at your speed, leading you to some nice spot where you two can spend the day together.

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  ₊ ⊹ Watching your favorite movie/musical/play/ballet ⊹ ₊

"Hello, Y/N. I hope I'm not too early." Subaru anxiously greets you at your door. "Oh, no. Not at all, come in, Suba!" you smile and motion for him to enter. "Thank you. But please, don't let me keep you from getting ready." "Get ready...?... Oh! I'm sorry, you expected we'd be going out? Oh no, I should've told you we'll stay in and watch it here. So sorry." you catch on and immediately start feeling bad for putting Subaru into such awkward situation. "Ah! N-no worries, Y/N. It's my fault. I should've asked." Subaru immediately becomes a flustered mess. "No Suba, stop this. I should've told you." you're quick to stop the apology train from the poor overthinking ghoul. You both suddenly fall silent. "Uhm.. Sorry. I was thinking we'd just lay back on my bed and watch it on that new TV I got? If-if you're still interested...?" you break the silence, felling more and more suffocated by the awkward energy. "Ah, yes. I'm still very much interested. As long as it's okay with you." Subaru bows his head, awaiting your response. You smile and move out of the way, walking back to your bed and getting comfortable. It takes Subaru a few seconds to follow your lead, but soon enough he's kicking off his shoes and moving up your bed to sit beside you. It's clear to you, he's uncomfortable in such a casual setting from the way he's rigidly sitting on your soft bed with maybe a bit too many pillows and blankets. "Suba, you don't have to be all proper with me. Loosen up." "Oh... I will try then, Y/N. Thank you for being so patient with me." Subaru smiles. Over the course of the next following hour and half or so, the distance between you and the ghoul next to you keeps shrinking and by the end of your little private screening, you find yourself cuddling each other. Not long after the credits have finished rolling, you're both cozily asleep in each other's arms.

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[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part seven

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: guyssss omg this part AHHHHH

series masterlist // playlist

After your interview, Coriolanus insisted on being discharged so he could go home. If rest was all he required, he could do that at home, is what he told the nurses.

As soon as Tigris had gotten him home and retired to bed herself, he was quietly getting dressed again. If the arena was still going to be used even after the bombing, he had to see what that would mean for you. It couldn't have been rebuilt in a matter of days, and having an idea of what it would look like could possibly give you an advantage that you so desperately needed. The donations were a good start, but he could do more. He had to do more.

He walked all the way there and then to you with a bag on his shoulder and a knee that never seemed to stop aching. He could feel every step he took in his spine, and by the time he made it to the zoo, he was relieved that he could finally take a break. And finally, he could see you.

"Y/N?" You think you're hallucinating from hunger and paranoia when you hear his voice, making you sit up. "Y/N. It's me. Come here." Coryo's voice comes again, and you're quickly standing and making your way over to the bars.

"Coryo." You smile, wishing you could hug him. You still weren't totally sure if he was really there, or if you were slowly losing your grasp on reality. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you." He whispers, not hesitating to reach through the bars and grab your hand.

"But, Sejanus said-"

"I got them to discharge me after the interview. All I can do is sleep it off now anyway." He says, lifting your arm to get a closer look at the stitches. It's not like he could do anything to help it now, but he still wanted to make sure it wasn't getting infected.

You let him, and from the warmth in his hands as he touches you, ever so gently feeling the outside of your cut and grasping your hand, you can tell that he's real. "I thought I'd never see you again." You whisper.

"Likewise." He replies, lowering your arm but not letting go of your hand. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"No." You say softly, giving a slight shake of your head. "It's nothing in comparison to what's to come. I'm trying to appreciate what I have."

Coryo is sure that is the nicest and saddest way anyone in the history of the world has ever confessed to being in pain. "You'll be okay." He assures you. "I won't let anything happen to you. I can't. You saved me."

"His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder." You say quietly, a small smile forming on your lips.

"Romeo and Juliet?"

"Coriolanus." You correct him, squeezing his hand where it's still wrapped around yours. "But, I have a confession to make."

"What is it?"

"Now, when I try and remember parts of Coriolanus, all I can truly think about is you." It's true. You tried to remember something from that play for your monologue, to say goodbye and thank him in a way he would easier understand, but instead, all you could think of were his blonde curls against his striking red uniform and his blue eyes against the softness of his skin. For the first time, your mind was empty.

He blushes, but he's sure you can't see it in the poor lighting of the cold night. "Well, your name has only ever meant one thing to me."

"Which is?"

"It's only ever been you."

You don't even realize he's as close as he is until you can feel his breath brushing over your skin, both of you having leaned in closer to hear each other until your foreheads were almost touching.

The cold that surrounded you completely disappeared as your eyes fell shut, lips hardly brushing against his. You both hesitated, at first.

Being stuck in that hospital bed for days only fueled the fire inside Coryo that was slowly burning and churning out smoke that would always led his mind straight back to you. He didn't care if you were 'District', how could he? You were made for him- and you proved that when you chose to save his life over saving yourself from a fate so horrible as a death in The Hunger Games. You weren't 'District'; You were You, and he simmered in the guilt of his rejection of you for days after he had done it. His dishonesty with himself had wasted precious days he could have spent with you, or at least you could have known. Right now, he could have been kissing you for the second, third or fourth time, but now he has to live with the fact that it's possible he'll only ever get to feel your lips on his just once.

Your first kiss wasn't what you imagined it to be. Not at all. You expected that you'd be home, for one, but if you could go back and tell your younger self that you would find your very own Romeo in a blonde boy from the Capitol, she would have laughed in your face. The circumstances would have broken her heart just like they are for you right now. He was gentle, too gentle for the role he was given.

When Coryo pulls away, he's startled to see your cheeks glistening with fallen tears, eyes red once you reopen them. God, how he hates seeing you cry. Especially because of him. Especially if he had hurt you, somehow. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No." You sniff, wiping your cheek on your wrist as you look away. Maybe he doesn't mind seeing you cry as long as you're still looking at him. "It's not your fault I just... I don't know. I'm scared."

You feel annoying for telling him again. He knows. Of course he knows, you've told him so many times.

"I know... I know you are." He nods, reaching out and holding your cheek, urging you to look at him again. "But you're going to be okay."

"I'm not." You smile sadly. "Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."

Coryo just slightly shakes his head. "No." He denies the inevitability of your death vehemently. "Listen, I went to the arena. It's completely different in there. There are places to hide, to run, you could get up in the stands or down into the tunnels underneath. You can hide now and wait it out. You can do it."

"I... I'll try." You manage to squeak out, no longer wanting to cry in front of him, making him feel worse than he does.

Coryo nods, looking around behind you to double-check check none of the other tributes are awake. "I brought you some things that may help." He whispers, dropping his hand from your cheek to dig through his bag.

He pulls out a rolled-up scarf, it's hard to discern the colour in the dark as he holds it out to you. "Coryo, I can't take anything in. You know that."

"Please." He pleads. "I need you to take this. It can kind of keep you warm, or you could..." He trails off, watching as you unroll the silk fabric in your hands.

"I can't kill anyone." You remind him. "I won't do it."

"I know. I know that." He nods. "But everyone does things they aren't proud of to survive."

You chew on your lip as you rub the soft material between your fingers.

"Turn around." He tells you, holding his hands out for you to give it back. You hesitate before obeying, handing it back to him and facing the inside of the cage. "You can't carry it in, but I think if you wear it no one will notice." He whispers, gently pushing the strap of your dress down one of your shoulders.

You understand what he's trying to do, so you do the same thing on the other side and pull your arms out, letting the top half of your dress fall down around your waist.

Coryo's breath hitches in his throat as he stares at your bare back. Your skin was bruised and adorned a burn that looked like it came from being thrown across the ground. Your skin was supposed to be clear, untouched, and unharmed, but the state of it doesn't surprise him. He reaches around you, threading the unfolded material under your arms and across your front which you quickly adjust to cover your chest comfortably as he folds it over itself in the back. "Turn." He whispers, planting the softest of kisses on your shoulder as it bumps against the bars. He wanted to touch you, to drag his fingers across your skin and cherish the only time he would ever get to see you so bare, but he couldn't and he knew that.

You shiver from the warm touch, but make a point of turning quickly as he wraps it around you again, and it's just long enough to tie in the front. He helps you, though you could do it yourself, tying it tight and tucking the knot underneath the layered fabric to disguise it better. "Do whatever you need to with it." He tells you again, letting his hands slide over the material where it wraps around your waist.

You nod slightly, looking down at the scarf now tied around you. You felt safer in it already, less exposed. It felt like a hug. His hands slide up until they're pressed against your cheeks once more, and as he looks into your eyes he's hoping you understand how much he needs you to win.

You pull your dress back on, and it perfectly covers the scarf underneath.

"I have one more thing." He adds, reaching back into his bag and pulling out a small, silver compact.

You take it, turning it over in your palm. "Don't open it." He tells you quickly. "Don't open it until you have to. The powder inside is so deadly it'll kill you if you so much as breathe it in. Be careful."

You're quickly trying to hand it back to him, shaking your head. "Coryo, I told you-"

He pushes your hand back, but holds it in his. "I know. Don't use it if you don't want to. But I need you to understand that I will just be sick if I send you in defenseless. I can't let you die knowing I could have done more to help. I would do anything."

You nod, solemnly accepting that you have to take it. "I can't go in there with you, but I will do everything I can from out here. I promise. I'm not giving up on you." He insists. "They'll give me a computer, and I can send you things with the donations people send, and we have tons. Just like I told you. You won't starve. You just have to wait it out."

"Wait it out." You mumble back to yourself, still nodding as you look down at the cold metal compact held in your palm.

"I'll be watching you the entire time. We're in this together, okay? I'll be with you, you won't be alone." He gives you a small, weak smile.

"Okay." You whisper, tears still steadily falling from your eyes. "And then I can go home?" You ask quietly. You knew the answer, of course, but you desperately needed the reassurance.

"Then you can go home." Coryo confirms, squeezing your hands. "And see the stars, and your family, and your cat, and your books." He whispers.

"And you?" You ask, tilting your head at him, smiling with teary eyes.

"I'll come say goodbye." He nods, and your smile fades. Of course you couldn't stay together, but you hadn't even considered life after the games until this moment.

"Yes. Goodbye." Your smile fades into a more sad one.

"But I'll write to you." He promises.

"And I can send you books." Your normal smile returns and he nods.

"I would love that."

"That reminds me-" You tuck the compact into your pocket, dropping his hands and holding up a finger, telling him to wait while you walk away.

You carefully pull the small blanket from Jessup's sleeping form and grab the tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet, bringing it back to him "Here. Take these now, I just wanted to make sure they got back to you."

"Thank you." He nods, taking them back from you. He wasn't sure how he'd get them back otherwise, but he wasn't sure he really cared.

"Will you read it?" You ask, pointing to the book.

"I will. I'm looking forward to it." He smiles, tucking it under his arm. "I have to go, I'm sorry..." He says, realizing that you both needed as good of a night's sleep as you can possibly get. He was sure he wouldn't be sleeping much as it was.

"Of course. Go home, it's cold out." You nod, arms wrapped around yourself and suddenly he feels guilty for taking the blanket. There it was again, that selflessness. You had endless amounts of it- he was still worried you would do something stupid in the games like sacrifice yourself for Jessup, but only time would tell.

"Hey, take my advice, okay? We're a team." He reminds you and you nod. "Don't trust anyone once that bell rings. I mean it."

"Okay, Coryo. I trust you." You agree, wanting him to understand that you really would try your best to listen.

"Good." He nods, turning to look behind him, at the path he was about to take home. He was hesitating and you could tell, he didn't want to say goodbye, so you would.

"Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." You hum, a knowing smile on your face that he wouldn't fully understand, but you didn't need him to. It was a goodbye, that much he understood.

"Goodnight." He whispers, running his hand down the skin of your arm one last time before leaving. He couldn't stay forever, even though he wished he could.

When he got home and into bed, he couldn't resist opening the book that you had cradled in your hands just an hour earlier. He flipped through the pages under the glowing, warm light from his lamp, and the pit of sadness in his stomach only grew when he opened to where you had kept a bookmark. The rose he gave you, pressed and dried between the pages to save your spot.

He lifts the rose carefully, his eyes drawn to the words underneath. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Helping Hands.

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (18+)

Initially I was inspired by this prompt from @daisy-is-a-writer but i think the idea kind of strayed from the original prompt a little bit but it is what it is 🤷‍♀️ Also it's kinda smutty but it also got kinda mushy-romantic at the end so take it as it is. ALSO not proof-read so sorry if there are a few mistakes.

Word Count: 3,368

Warnings:Drugs/Mentions of weed, Sharing beds, Mutual Masturbation, Hand-jobs, Oral Sex (F Rec), Vaginal fingering, P in V sex. I think that's it for all the tags, but in case I missed something don't hesitate to send me a message.

Masterlist // Steve Harrington Masterlist

You and Steve had always been close. As close as two best friends could be. Wherever you were he followed, and he would very seldom be without you. It was just the way it was between you. 

But that didn’t mean that the lines between friendships didn't get a little blurred sometimes.

Times like tonight, where you'd spend the night after sharing one of Eddie’s joints, passing it from your hand to his, until you're both feeling pleasantly mellow. A movie playing quietly in the background, ignored as your head slumps against his shoulder, your half-lidded eyes almost fluttering closed.

“Alright, that's enough tv for you.” Steve mutters, reaching for the remote and flicking the television off to a dark screen.

“Hey, I was watching that!” you protest, despite your stifled yawn that you try your best to hide.

“No you weren’t.” he laughs at you softly. “C’mon you’re almost falling asleep there!”

“Alright, alright.” you whine, admitting defeat. “Can I crash here tonight? I don’t think I can quite face going home yet.”

“It’s a good job I already made the bed up then, isn’t it.” he says, getting up and extending a hand out to you to pull you up from the couch.

He leads you to his room, and it’s exactly the same as it has always been. Very boyish in its decor with the dark blue curtains that stop almost any kind of light from streaming in through the windows, and its plaid patterned wallpaper. There’s a few trophies from his high-school years that sit along the top of his dresser, basketball, swim team, even a medal from running track, although it's a bronze medal so it doesn't quite sit as proudly as his other achievements. 

“Make yourself comfortable, don't hesitate to call me if you need anything.”  he says kindly before turning his back as he starts to walk out the door. 

“Wait, Steve, Where are you going?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I was going to sleep on the couch, figured I'd give you the space.” He says, his mouth upturned in a sweet smile.

“I'm not going to turf you out of your own bed. Come on over here, there's plenty of space for the both of us, and besides it's not like we haven't shared a bed before.”

It had happened more than either of you cared to admit, and more than that, when it did happen you'd somehow find each other in the night and snuggle against each other before quickly separating in the morning with embarrassed flushes and pretending that nothing happened. 

You lifted up the duvet for him to join you underneath them, before looking at him with a happy smile and a wish of ‘goodnight’ and then turning over to rest your head on the pillow.

He bid you a goodnight in return, and reached out to his bedside table to flick the small table lamp off, shrouding the room in a cosy darkness before falling asleep right beside you.

And sleep might have been just the thing that you needed, but for some reason your brain wouldn’t let you fully fall. Perhaps the last little remnants of the evening’s high was still floating around in your system because after fitfully tossing and turning you admitted defeat and carefully sat up so as not to disturb Steve, who had indeed fallen asleep clutching to your side, with his big hand splayed on the soft skin of your stomach where your t-shirt had ridden up.

Supposing you hadn’t been as quiet as you hoped to be, because your stirring had awoken Steve with soft grumble as he lifted his messy bed-head from resting into your neck. His dark eyelashes fluttered open as he reached over to flick on his bedside lamp, illuminating the dark room in a warm golden light. 

“You can’t sleep huh?” he mumbles quietly, his voice husky with that drowsy drawl.

“Sorry I woke you up, I just can’t settle. I think my brain is still working overtime.”

“Well let’s see if we can’t figure out a way to make your brain good and tired.” he said with a mischievous smile beginning to pull across his lips.

“What have you got cooking up in that brain of yours, Harrington?” you asked warily, eyeing him with a cautious glance, unsure of whatever he was going to say next. 

“Well, I was just going to suggest what I always do when I can’t sleep.” he says.

“Which is?”

“I jerk off,” he says plainly. 

You scoff at his crude suggestion to remedy your troubles, which earns you a deep chuckle that resonates through his body. Maybe Steve was also still experiencing the last remains of the weed in his system, because he was never usually this brazen with his words, especially not with you.

“Steve, that’s not helping.” you dismiss. “I need a real answer.”

“I'm serious, having an orgasm just tires your brain out and settles your nervous system or some shit. Clearly I don't know the science behind it, but it works, trust me.”

Trust me. Those two little words that he knew meant that he had you playing into the palm of his hands. 

“Okay, let's say that I take your advice, it's not like I can do it with you here.”

“Why not?” he asks with a shake of his head as if he's not following your train of thought.

“Because it would be weird”

It would be weird. It would be so weird, wouldn’t it? You couldn’t just slip your hand below the waistband of your underwear, get yourself off in the hopes of tiring yourself out all whilst laying next to your best friend.

“Doesn't have to be, I could join you so you wouldn't be alone.” He offers. 

“Join me?”

“Yeah, like you can do your thing, and I can do my thing. It doesn't have to be a big deal.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly, like what he was saying was the most normal thing in the world. “C’mon, you know I’m right. When have I ever steered you wrong.”

You weigh up your options in your brain, and with a little bit of the weed still clouding your better judgement you decide to throw all caution to the wind as you turn to Steve with a smile.

“Atta girl” he smirks back at you with a cocky confidence.

You slowly reach your hand down your body, chancing a glance in his direction to see him follow your actions

And sure enough he is. His fist slips beneath the rumpled bed sheets, beneath the band of his boxers and slowly starts stroking. Although his movements are concealed by the material you can clearly see the outline of his bulge as he begins to work himself up, with his face flushing a pretty pink hue across his cheeks.

Your own fingers are rounding your clit in tentative circles as you follow his direction whilst the fingers of your other hand creep underneath your sleep shirt to toy with your nipples, rolling them between a thumb and a forefinger to pebbled peek.

And for a moment you almost forget where you are until you hear a little groaned moan come from beside you.

“Fuck…that’s not fair, you can’t do that.” he says, shifting his weight to look at you.

“Do what?”

“You can’t tease your nipples like that and not show me, I mean like, come on, at least give me a little something to work with here, please.” he says with a shudder as his hand movements slow just a bit.

Wordlessly you let your hand slip from your panties to pull your shirt over your head, and a burning heat spikes into ignition when you hear Steve let out an appreciative little moan as his hungry eyes rake over your naked tits.

“Fuck, I just knew they'd be as pretty as the rest of you.”

“What about you Stevie? I’ve shown you something, what do I get in exchange, huh?” you taunt, pinching a twist to your nipples just to tease him before slipping your other hand back down your body, beneath the waistband of your panties and running your fingers in circles around your clit, letting a soft whine fall from your open lips.

“You wanna watch me? Is that what this is? You wanna watch me stroke my cock for you, Pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. That was a new one. Steve only ever referred to you by name, but you couldn’t ignore the flaring heat that burned in the pit of your stomach at hearing his dropped voice rumble out this new pet name.

Without more than a shy nod of your head and a whispered plea of ‘yes’ Steve obliged you, slipping his boxers down his strong thighs and once more wrapping his huge fist around his cock.

It was no surprise to you that Steve was more than generously endowed. The bulge that he sported in his favoured too-light, too-tight Levis left very little to the imagination, but there was something about seeing it up close like this. Seeing it in his big hands, slick and aching, dripping with needy arousal from his reddened tip that left you with an eagerness to learn every little thing that made him tick. To know everything he thinks about in his solitary moments of pleasure.

He strokes his fist up and down his length, matching your speed as you circle your clit once more underneath your panties.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not.” he stutters out, flushing pink when his thumb sweeps over the bead of pre-cum that dribbled from his tip before gliding back down his cock.

“All you had to do was ask.” you smirk before stripping your panties down your legs.

The air between you both is electrically charged. This is a new and unknown territory of your friendship that you’ve crossed into, but you can’t help but feel safe with Steve. It doesn’t feel as weird as it should, it actually feels right, and it almost feels like the lines between friendship and more could be blurred without anything to worry about.

Your eager eyes watch him with a lustful gaze. Watching as he works his fist over himself in strong steady strokes, twisting his fist tighter when he reaches his reddened tip.

 “Does that feel good, Stevie?” you ask coyly, wanting to know every little thing that he likes.

“Yeah, it feels real good.” he huffs, with little strands of dark hair matting to his sweat-beaded forehead. 

Your hand has long since trailed from your underwear, suddenly becoming more interested in the exploration of Steve’s body than getting yourself off. Your wandering hands carefully make their way to his stomach, feeling how the muscles in his soft tummy clench with every stroke of his cock, feeling the soft smattering of dark hair that trails so nicely down to where you long to touch him the most.

“You know it’s always you that I think about.” Steve starts with a breath. “I think about what it would feel like to have your hands on me like this.”

“You mean like this.” you ask, gaining in confidence, reaching to place your hand over Steve’s as he keeps stroking his cock. 

“Yeah, yeah…” he whines a little, letting his own hand slip from his length just to revel in the feeling of your smaller hands tugging so keenly over every sensitive ridge and pulsing vein. “Just a…oh god..a little tighter please..” he says almost breathlessly.

You lean closer to him, bringing your lips just a hair’s breadth away from his tip, pursing your lips just enough to let a string of spit drool from your sinful lips, before coasting your hand down his length with a spit-slick fist.

Steve’s trying his level best to fight against the need to cant his hips up to meet the movements of your hands, but his stomach is swimming with pleasure and he feels like he could come at any moment. As much as he’s enjoying himself, and how you’re bringing him to the edge he can’t help but feel selfish for how the tables have turned focus on him. This was supposed to be all about you, and now he was here about to blow from possibly the best hand-job he’s ever had like some fucking horny teenager.

“Stop..Stop..Please..Stop.” he manages to get out between stuttered breaths.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask, suddenly worried that of course this was too much for him. Of course you should never have crossed this boundary with him, how could you have been so stupid to let your own horny emotions take over like that only to just ruin your friendship with the one person you care about the most.

“No, not at all I just didn’t want to come like some pathetic teenager.” He laughs easily at his own expense. 

And suddenly the weight from your chest is eased just like that. No worries. No awkward moments. Just you and Steve.

“Let me focus on you for a little bit..please..” he pleads with you with a glint in his honeyed hazel brown eyes. 

“Okay.” You smile

And in nothing more than the quickest of flashes Steve's body is hovering over your, propped up by a hand pressing into the mattress, caging you safely beneath his strong arms. 

“If I'm doing this, I wanna do it right.” He says softly, leaning close until his nose is almost bumping against yours. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod and it's all the go-ahead that Steve needs before he's capturing your lips in a heated kiss, and gently nibbling the plushness of your lower lip before slipping his tongue in to brush against yours. One of his hands cups your cheek tenderly as he moans into a kiss that is more than leaving you a little breathless.

His kissed work lower, one placed at the corner of your mouth, then a trail peppered down the side of your neck where he takes the opportunity to get a bit aggressive with his kisses enough to know that there’s certainly going to be a bruise that you’re going to have to cover with high-neck shirt tomorrow.

His lips descend lower down your body, stopping to press kisses over your breasts, giving each one attention as he kisses a nipple and pulls it between his lips, and releases it with a wet pop until it peaks to a rosy bud.

Then his sloppy kisses inch down your stomach, further and further down until he’s finally where he wants to be. Right between your thighs.

A lazy smile pulls at his lips as he flicks his gaze from your awaiting core to your eyes, and then in a bold move his tongue darts out from between his lips to swipe a broad stroke, gliding over every slick inch of you, tasting you in the way he always dreamed of doing. 

His tongue explores your wet cunt like a man starved, pressing as close as he can, his nose nudging against your clit so deliciously as he links his tongue over your most sensitive parts.

Your hands can barely resist diving into his hair as you gently tug fistfuls of soft brown strands between your fingers, and as you do you're rewarded with a deep growl that soon turns into moan that vibrates against you as he brings you closer and closer to an earth-shattering high. With his tongue flicking over your clit so intently, he takes the time to slip two of his thick fingers into your tight wet cunt, curling them just right to have you grinding down into his touch. All the while he’s eagerly rutting his hips into the mattress below, spurred on by the soundtrack of your little whines of pleasure, desperate to relieve the straining pressure of his needy cock.

“Come on pretty baby, I know you wanna come for me, I can feel the way you're clenching down on my fingers.” Steve’s voice rumbles.

He continues the pleasure you like that for a while, tasting every inch of you that he can, until you can take it no longer and everything around fades into the background and all you can focus on is how good Steve is making you feel. The tight knot in the pit of your stomach finally snaps as you find your release, shuddering through the high of your orgasm as you ride it out against Steve’s face.

“That’s it…’atta girl..give it to me, sweetheart…” he smirks against you as his tongue kitten licks you down from your high, bringing you back into a world where you are safe with him.

As he pulls away from you, the glistening evidence of your arousal shining on his pretty pink lips you can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes you.

“That good, huh?” Steve smirks at you all too proudly.

“Come here, you look like you need some help with that.” you retort, flicking your gaze down to where his cock was still rock-hard between his legs.

“A-are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into anythi-” he begins.

“-Steve, if I don’t get you inside me in the next few seconds I’m going to go crazy.” you cut him off with your eager enthusiasm.

“Right, I hear you. Loud and clear.” he nods, coming up to situate his body between your legs.

He reaches down to his cock to guide himself into your awaiting folds, pushing in slowly with a shuddering groan until you’re as full of him as you can take.

He takes a quiet moment to lean forward to press a kiss to your lips before speaking.

“I’m not gonna last long…Fuck..I swear I’ll make it up to you…”

Hooking your legs around his hips you draw him closer to you.

“There’s always round two if you’re up for it, Harrington.” you say, leaving a kiss to his flushed red cheek as you do.

Then in a flash of energy he's pistoning his hips into you with everything he’s got, giving your deep pounding thrusts that make you feel every throbbing inch of his cock as it spears into your tight cunt.

His chestnut strand flop down in front of his lust-blown hazel brown eyes, rocking into with vigorous movements. His big hands hold on to your hips enough to leave fingerprint bruises on your skin as he fucks himself into you.

His thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, before he sheaths himself into you one more time and then quickly pulls out to tug a fist over his cock in quick strokes and splatter his cum over the soft pudge of your stomach. Glazing your skin in the hot ropes of his arousal.

His shaky form flops down onto the bed beside you as his chest rises and falls with exhausted breaths, his tanned and freckled skin is awash with a firm rose sheen.

“Hang on, I’m just going to get something to clean you up.” he says sweetly.

And before you know it he’s back with a warm wash-cloth swiping his mess from your skin with the gentlest of touches.

When everything is cleaned up and both of you feel the pull of being well and truly tired out you fall asleep holding on to each other, his arms holding you close, and your legs tangled with his, under the comforting warmth of his bedsheets.

“Stevie, what does this mean?” you can’t help the niggling feeling of doubt creeping in “Y’know, what does this mean for us now?”

“It means I love you more than a friend, always have, probably always will.” he assures your worries with a soft kiss pressed to your forehead. “Go to sleep now, we can talk more in the morning, right now I just want to hold you.”

That was all you needed to hear. To know that you were safe in the arms of your best friend. Safe in the love of your Stevie.

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[py-dreamer]

Macaque is big spoon

Lol the old men be snoozin and snugglin

(I was about to say sleeping but my mind is too dirty for that unfortunately-)

Y'wanna know why he big spoon?

The sun and moon thingy they have going on and...

Ehh, ehh? Y'see what I did there?

I hate fabric so god damn much.

WHY CAN'T YOU BEHAVE AND STAY STILL GODDAMN.

WHY MUST YOU CREASE AND HAVE LAYERS?!!? WHY CAN'T YOU BE SIMPLE AND FLAT

SAME WITH MACACA'S FUR.

WHY ARE YOU BLACK?!! HOW DO I RENDER YOU

TO QUOTE MY PAST SELF: "his true evil power is how hard he can be to draw"

LIKE MY DUDE. HOWWWWW.

Regardless, I'm still really happy with how the drawing came out like the lighting and stuff (just don't look at the fabric-)

Wukong couldn't give less than a flying f*ck if his pajamas matched. Like he's at home, let him be as much of a fashion disaster as he wants!

Heck, back in his day, he was prancing with a leaf skirt and that was acceptable, let the monkey be damnit.

But he would own something very funky like those peach shorts but specifically wear them on break days or in private

(Mac definitely made an inappropriate joke bout it; he has a mark you could read the king's fortune off of, on his right cheek-)

Mac loves his clouds cloudy king so sure, slap them on his pants I think he'd have those long fluffy or silky pajama pants and he like has a couple he switches out for every now and them.

Wukong struck me as a big shirt, short shorts guy

and Mac'doodles as a small shirt, big pants

On a more angsty note, after death I think he'd be a lot colder like its harder to generate body heat naturally so he'd be a lot more cuddly with his toasted marshmallow king cause he was literally toasty fried for 49 days in heaven (49 earth years if 1 year in heaven is a year belief is true)

I was really debating if they'd be in a tree like normal monkeys or in the stone palace cause like that's a whole thing.

Wukong is not only a king in name, he's got riches and a whole ass stone mansion, I want my boi to one day overcome his guilt and indesire for self care and move into the big boi house with his husbando...one day.

But until then, a girl can dream.

Cause come on, that'd be cool. I understand it'd feel real lonely without the stalwart generals and brotherhood but like he has new company and rekindling with his warrior might help with that.

I also think they'd rather sleep in a cozy lil alclove or like the beds in historical c-dramas that are kinda built in and they build a mini nest of sorts.

I was going to draw the monkeys but tbh, just wasn't feelin it...

Also wanted their tails to make a heart but the lil pointy bit always bugs me so I tried to make it into a more plausible scenario

And irl updates, I have been like formally rehearsing for a performance all week (as in a play) and practicing all day, just watched the 1st cast do it and its my turn tomorrow so wish me luck!

(btw I'm working with young kids, like 8-12 young and they all congregated around me when they saw me drawing like I was a glorified babysitter

And the amount of times I had to put the message on Mac's shirt on a different layer and hide it like bruh. The kids are lovely and all and I'd be happy to show my work but as you can see...not all of my works are...100% PG)

(pls reblog and feedback and stuff, I worked hard on this plss I beg...)