#so frustrated by this desire to make will this perfect little boy who can never do any wrong

[reikunrei]

"we'll fix it together. okay?" and then the only time we see el fixing the diorama, she's doing it by herself while will sits at the kitchen table nudging at his breakfast

[miihho]

THE KIND OF GUY

( squid game edition boys ) nsfw

Frontman / 001 /

— HE'S THE KIND OF GUY who’d manipulate you subtly, weaving himself so deeply into your life that you wouldn’t realize until it’s too late that he’s made himself the sole person you can rely on, the only one you can trust.

— He’s the kind of guy who rarely lets anyone get close, especially in a place like this. As the Frontman, he’s used to controlling everything with precision and cold detachment. But when it comes to you, something shifts. The games are brutal, unforgiving, but he finds ways to make sure you get a little more help—extra food to keep you going, or a quiet word to the guards to make sure they would help you. He doesn’t do this for anyone else, but for you, he bends the rules just enough to keep you alive, his actions hidden beneath the mask but speaking volumes about the care he won’t openly admit.

— The kind of guy who’d undress you with his eyes from across the room, watching you as you laugh and chat with your teammates, completely unaware of the intensity of his gaze. His stare is almost predatory, soaking in every detail, devouring you without a single word.

— The kind of guy who never shows his jealousy outright, keeping his emotions carefully concealed behind a calm exterior. But his eyes—sharp and piercing—will find the person you’re talking to, delivering a silent, bone-chilling warning. Without a word, he makes them feel exposed, unsettled, and unwelcome.

As their confidence crumbles under his unrelenting gaze, they’ll stammer some flimsy excuse, their discomfort driving them to leave in a hurry. You, sweet and oblivious, will watch them go, your mind never grasping the quiet dominance he just asserted.

And when the space between you clears, he’ll step in with perfect timing, his presence effortlessly stealing your focus. His voice will be warm, his words lighthearted, drawing you into an easy conversation as if nothing had happened.

— The kind of guy who always gets what he wants, and if he’s set his sights on you, nothing and no one will stand in his way. Anyone who tries to come between you and him is dealt with swiftly—whether it’s a rival or someone foolish enough to fall for you. If they dare challenge him, they’re as good as gone.

— In sex, he’s the kind of guy who revels in your every movement, his hands gripping your waist with just the right amount of force. “Good girl,” he’d murmur, his voice low and dripping with desire, each word sending shivers down your spine. “That’s it, attagirl,” he’d whisper, his eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with raw admiration, as if every move you made was crafted to drive him wild.

If you’re straddling him, bouncing on his cock with desperate urgency, he’d lean back against the wall, his head tilting slightly as his eyes flutter shut, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his lips. His fingers digging into your waist, controlling your movements with a firm, possessive grip as his ragged breaths mingled with husky groans. “Fuck, you feel so good—so tight, so perfect,” he’d rasp, his voice dripping with raw hunger. The words would make your pace falter for just a heartbeat before his hands tightened on your hips, driving you down harder, faster, his need for you utterly insatiable.

But if he’s mad at you, it’s completely different. He’d have you on your stomach, your back arched as he pushes your head down into the bed, his breath hot against your ear as he growls, “Such a fucking bad girl.” in a deep, rough voice that makes your body shudder. His frustration would translate into every powerful thrust, his movements unrelenting as your muffled cries echo into the pillow. The way he claims you, rough and demanding, would send you spiraling, your body surrendering completely as he makes sure you feel every inch of his cock.

— He’d absolutely be the type to let you cockwarm him while he’s busy, his focus shifting between his work and the needy little whines you make every time you shift in his lap. His hand would lazily rest on your thigh, occasionally gripping tighter when you squirm too much, a silent warning to behave.

But when you get too desperate, too needy for him to ignore, he’d smirk, shifting his hips just enough to tease you, his cock pressing against all the right spots. “Patience, baby,” he’d murmur, his voice dripping with amusement as you let out a frustrated whimper.

And when he finally indulges you, he leans back on the couch, drink in hand, watching as you take control, bouncing up and down on his cock with reckless abandon. His eyes stay locked on you, hungry and half-lidded, while he takes a slow sip of his drink. The big screen glows in the background, but his full attention is on the way you move, the way you moan his name like it’s the only word you know.

“Look at you,” he’d groan, his voice low and thick. “So fucking desperate for me, riding my cock like a good girl. Keep going, baby—show me how much you need it.” And when you finally fall apart, trembling in his lap, he’ll just chuckle, pulling you close to kiss you as if rewarding you for putting on the perfect show.

— He’s the kind of man who makes your whole body burn. His panting breaths, low grunts, and the slick sheen of sweat gliding down his chiseled abs are enough to drive you mad. His hand pushes back his messy hair, but that one strand falls stubbornly over his forehead, making him look devastatingly wrecked as his tired, lust-heavy eyes lock onto yours. Each deep thrust is accompanied by a guttural sound from deep in his chest, the intensity in his gaze leaving you utterly undone. He’d lift you like you weigh nothing, slamming you onto the bed with a feral growl. His tie is gone in seconds, ripped away and tossed aside as his jaw clenches, every move commanding your attention and submission.

You were utterly wrecked beneath him, legs spread wide on his bed, your body trembling as his fingers plunged into you, hitting every spot that made your back arch off the sheets. His smirk was downright sinful as he watched you fall apart, his voice low and teasing.

“Feel good, baby?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. The way your thighs quivered and your nails dug into his back said it all. He chuckled when all you could do was nod, your breathless moans spilling out as his fingers worked you mercilessly. You’d already cum twice, your mind foggy and body pliant, but he wasn’t done with you. His dark, lust-filled eyes pinned you in place, making you feel even more exposed, more vulnerable, and it only made you crave him more.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me, baby. Can’t have my girl getting hurt when I stretch this pretty little pussy out.” His words were sweet and filthy all at once, paired with soft kisses along your jaw and forehead that contrasted with the way his fingers fucked into you.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and desperate, he unzipped himself, letting his cock spring free, already slick with precum. He stroked himself slowly, teasing you as your eyes went wide, taking in how thick and hard he was.

“See this, baby? All of it’s for you.”

As he pressed into you, inch by inch, your walls stretched to take him, the fullness almost too much to bear. You cried out, clutching at him, but he only groaned deeply, his voice husky. “Fuck… this tight little pussy was made for me,” he rasped, his hips sinking into you completely.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he said, his breath hot against your lips as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. His thrusts started slow, deliberate, every movement sending shockwaves through your body.

“fuck, you’re perfect… so good for me, taking every inch like the sweet little slut you are.” His praise was filthy, his tone raw, and the way his body pinned yours down left you completely at his mercy.

HI I'M BACK! also Happy new year everyone! Which person should i do next? Thanos? Salesman? Player 333? Lmk!

[artdcnaldson]

*taps mic* "Ahem... jerking Art off and making him swallow his own cum"

The crowd boos. "That's disgusting!" One yells. "He'd never do that!" Another shouts. Then, everyone gasps and turns around as someone in the back stands and speaks up. "Yes, he would." Says no other than Arthur Clive Donaldson himself.

Alternatively.... cumming in you and then eating you out...

And the crowd goes... home!

🚬

Sighhhh <3

But yeah <3 Especially thinking very hard about jerking off sweet little 2006 Art. Perhaps even comforting him in your hotel room after he's lost the junior US Open final </3

He wants to feel desired, like he's won something. So he feels vindicated when you're clinging to his side, all starry eyed and happy to be in his presence. Patrick is across the room talking to Tashi, showing off his trophy with that dazzling, perfect, smarmy, frustrating smile of his. So he tries to focus on you, as you tell him about how you also won in the mixed doubles tournament, and you saw his final that morning and you thought he played really well.

It doesn't take much convincing to get him to your hotel room— he didn't really want to stay at the afterparty anyway, feeling like Anna Mueller with his stupid little plate engraved— Art Donaldson, runner up. He feels better on your bed, with your tongue down his throat, moaning into your mouth as you strip him out of the fancy outfit his grandma had bought him, expecting a win. A nice white button down, black slacks, his grandad's cufflinks. Even a goddamn tie.

"You're so hot," you murmur against his lips, once he's down to his boxers and you can feel him hard, tenting the fabric. "Can I touch you?"

And, fuck, on a night like this, who is he to refuse?

Your hands are so so soft around him, slick from spit so he can glide in your palm. Slow, practiced. You kiss him so sweetly as you jerk him off, tongue brushing his, licking into his mouth. You can taste the soda he had at the party, the cigarette he'd puffed on while you waited for your shuttle back to the hotel.

"Jesus that's—" He trails off, hips bucking up into your fist, seeking more. But you set the pace, and you want this to be slow. So you just smile, nod and kiss his jaw. You twist your fist a bit and make him groan, so his head falls back and you can trail your hot kisses down his throat. "God, you're killing me."

You relish in having him like this— panting and falling apart in your hand, literally. Art Donaldson— golden boy on the court. You toy with him— slowing down when his moans get too fast, when you feel his balls drawing up and his cock pulsing... speeding up when you want to feel his breath hot, panting against your throat, his kisses insistent.

He doesn't even have time to warn you before he's spilling into your hand. Hot, thick ropes that drip between your fingers. He groans and buries his face in your shoulder, embarrassed by his inability to last during a simple handjob.

"Sorry, that's... sorry," He stammers, his cheeks pretty pink. His cock flags, just a bit between his thighs, and you know this isn't the first time you'll make him cum that night. Not even close.

You kiss his cheek once, then bring your fingers up to his lips. He hesitates, just a moment, before his tongue peeks out, lapping at his spend on your fingers. His nose wrinkles, just a bit at the unfamiliar taste, but he obeys, until there's no trace of him left on your palm other than his spit.

You kiss his lips and taste his cum on his tongue. It doesn't take long for him to get hard again.

[steveseddie]

love is stored in a can of hairspray

rating: t | cw: none apply | word count: 3,189

tags: eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, eddie munson is a sweetheart, steve has a bad hair week and eddie comes to the rescue, fluff, soft boys, first kiss, getting together

for the @steddielovemonth prompt “love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy” by @forgottenkanji

a/n: i'm a day late for this one but in my defense i had a wedding yesterday and it was a crazy day! enjoy!

click here to read on ao3

***

There’s a reason why Steve Harrington was dubbed “The Hair” of Hawkins.

In all the years Eddie has known Steve or known of Steve, he’s never seen him have a bad hair day.

It doesn’t matter if it’s rainy or sunny, if he’s wearing a Scoops Ahoy sailor hat or if he’s walking down the halls of Hawkins High or if he’s fighting Demobats in the Upside Down after taking a dive in Lover’s Lake, Steve Harrington’s hair always looked great. Eddie doesn’t know how he does it. Well. He kinda does ‘cause Henderson is a blabbermouth who let Steve’s secret about the Farrah Fawcett hairspray slip one time, but Eddie still doesn’t understand how Steve always makes his hair look like that. He thinks there’s got to be magic involved, a deal with the devil so that Steve’s hair never looks bad.

That is until today.

Eddie arrives at the Wheeler residence and announces himself by ringing the bell three times just to be annoying. He waits for someone to come open the door for him, and in the meantime, crouches down to tie his Converse. The door opens while Eddie is still on the floor and the first thing he sees is a pristine pair of white Nikes that he could recognize anywhere.

“Well, well, well,” he says, tightening the laces and springing to his feet. “If it isn’t my favorite guy in all of Hawkins, I didn’t know you’d be- Jesus H. Christ, dude! What happened to your hair?” He blurts out the last part when his eyes land on Steve’s head. Or the thick untidy mass where his perfect hair should be, with strands matted on his forehead above his furrowed brow.

“Fuck you, man,” Steve grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest.

Eddie feels a little bad, but his mouth-to-brain already leaves so much to be desired around Steve on a good day-

Not that Steve looks bad. Eddie is convinced that he couldn’t look bad if he tried, but right now he certainly doesn’t look like The Hair of Hawkins.

“Sorry, it’s just-” He waves vaguely at Steve’s head. “What’s up with that?”

Steve groans loudly. “A bunch of my products are sold out at every fucking store in Hawkins,” he explains for what seems to be not for the first time today. “Been meaning to drive to the next town over to get them, but I’ve been picking up so many extra shifts at Family Video that I haven’t had the time.”

Eddie nods. Steve told him he was trying to save up money to move out of his parents’ house, but it was slow going, so he started working more shifts recently to speed up the process. He’s been seeing less of Steve because of that, which Eddie hates, but he understands the urge to get out of that house.

“That sucks, man.”

Steve pouts, pink bottom lip jutting out. “Tell me about it, I look-” he gestures at his head and trails off with a huff.

“It’s not that bad,” Eddie says, but Steve raises an eyebrow at him.

“Wheeler asked if a hamster died on my head,” he deadpans.

Fucking Wheeler. He’s gonna make him regret it during tonight’s campaign.

“Please, those kids wouldn’t know a good haircut if it bit them in the ass,” Eddie says, and Steve smiles a little. “Sure, it’s- different. Not what we’re all used to, but you still look-” Handsome, hot, beautiful. “You still look good, Harrington.”

Steve’s cheeks pink up slightly. “Thanks, Munson, but I don’t feel good, I don’t know. It’s just hair and it’s stupid, but I feel off.” He groans in frustration. “Whatever, I’ll just have to wait two weeks and then-”

“Two weeks?”

“That’s when I finally get a day off.”

Eddie blows out a puff of air. “Jesus, Steve.”

“Apartments aren’t cheap, man,” Steve says with a shrug. “But I think Keith might make me manager by the end of the month. That would bump up my pay a bit, I just have to, you know, show him I can do it.”

“You got this, Stevie,” Eddie says, patting Steve’s cheek. “No one rewinds and restocks like you do.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch up into a smile.

“If you two are done, we have a campaign to start!” Dustin says, appearing behind Steve and giving them both an exasperated look.

They exchange one themselves at Dustin’s tone, which they agree that he still needs to get in check.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” Steve says and Eddie tries not to jump in excitement when he realizes Steve is staying instead of just dropping off the kiddos. He’s been hanging around more and more during Hellfire meetings recently, even if he still doesn’t want to play. Eddie can’t complain about the last part, he likes just having him there.

He steps inside and Steve closes the door.

Dustin stares at Steve’s head.

“Quit staring, Henderson!” Steve protests and Dustin holds his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just bad, dude.”

These fucking kids.

Eddie whacks Dustin upside the head. “Just for that, I’m making you roll with disadvantage for every attack you make tonight .”

Dustin’s eyes bulge out. “What! That’s not fair!” He protests loudly as they walk towards the basement.

Eddie suspects that Steve doesn’t know necessarily what that means, but he still gives him a grateful smile.

***

Eddie stares at the bag of hair products in his passenger seat.

He’s always been a whatever shampoo Wayne picks up from the store kind of guy, he’s never really spent money on hair products. Until now. And they’re not even for him.

He just spent a stupid amount of money on them, mostly because, even if he remembers how some of the bottles and hairspray cans Steve uses look like from using his bathroom when he stays over, he wasn’t sure which are the ones that Steve needs. So he bought a bunch of them.

In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about the money or how it might look to Steve that he knew what hair products he uses or that he drove to another town to get them. He was only thinking about Steve’s defeated look every time someone stared at his hair or commented on it, how he self-consciously tried to fix it at work every time a customer came in, how when they hung out at his house he would hide his hair under the hood of a sweater.

But now, parked in front of Steve’s house an hour before their movie night, Eddie does think about what he did- and he seriously considers leaving the bag on Steve’s doorstep and fleeing. It’s too much. It’s too ‘I have a big crush on you and I want you to be happy so bad that I drove to another town and raided the Hair and Beauty section at a store just so you can stop walking around looking like a kicked puppy’.

But at the same time, he did this so he could see Steve smile and it would be a shame to miss it. He just hopes that Steve is too distracted by having his beloved hair products that he won’t think too hard about what Eddie did, or what it might mean.

With a short prayer to whoever’s listening so that Steve doesn’t figure out his crush today and rejects him, Eddie grabs the bag and walks up the driveway.

He knocks on the door before he can talk himself out of it, and bounces from foot to foot while he waits, hiding the bag behind him.

Steve opens the door and when he sees Eddie his eyebrows shoot up in his face, disappearing behind the few hairs that hang over his forehead. Over the last week, Steve experimented with other products, and while he managed to make his hair look a little less like something died up there, it’s still not the same. “Eddie?”

“Hey, Stevie.”

He checks his watch. “You’re early. Actually no, you’re always late so being on time is early for you, you’re like, really fucking early.”

Eddie snorts. “First of all, I’m never late, I arrive precisely when I have to.” Steve rolls his eyes. “But today I’m really fucking early, as you so eloquently put it, because I had to do some shopping first and then I drove straight here. In fact, I come bearing gifts,” he says, hands shaking a little with anticipation.

Steve eyes him curiously. “For the kids?”

“For you, my King,” Eddie says, finally allowing Steve to see the bag and presenting it to him in the most dramatic way. Hinging at the waist, holding the bag over his head, the works.

“Eddie, what are you- wait, is that- oh.” Steve goes silent when realization hits and Eddie starts spiraling. He tries to make light of it. “I humbly present to you the magic potions for your characteristic luscious hair, your Majesty.”

But when he glances up at Steve through his lashes, he looks like he’s close to crying. For a moment, he worries that he fucked up- bought all the wrong hairsprays and shampoos and now Steve is mad at him-

But then Steve is grabbing Eddie’s shoulders and yanking him up for a hug where the bag ends up squished between them.

“Christ, Eddie, thank you,” he says against his shoulder, and Eddie feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him, as well as butterflies flying in his stomach from Steve holding him like this.

One of Eddie’s arms wraps around Steve’s waist. “I don’t know if I got all the right ones ‘cause I have shit memory, but I recognized some of the bottles from your bathroom and the lady at the store helped me find your famous Farrah Fawcett spray-”

He trails off when Steve squeezes him tighter. “I can’t believe you’d do this,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but Eddie hears it anyway.

“I had some shopping to do,” Eddie says casually, but it’s like Steve is squeezing the words out of him with his arms because he keeps talking. “And you’ve been walking around with your head low and those sad puppy eyes all week, and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Steve pulls back and Eddie braces himself for Steve calling him out for overstepping or something, but instead he looks shyly at Eddie.

“I know it’s stupid like, it’s just hair and it shouldn’t matter that much, but it’s just- it’s important to me. I might not like “the Hair” thing but I am like, proud of my hair and this week I just haven’t felt like myself and people keep making comments and-” He shakes his head, a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. “Anyway just, this means a lot, Eds, thank you.”

“Of course, Steve,” Eddie says with a smile. They stare at each other for a little too long, and Eddie starts fidgeting. “Now aren’t you happy that I got here so early? Gives you just enough time to get through your hair routine before everyone else gets here.”

Steve chuckles. “You don’t mind waiting while I fix this?” He gestures at his head, and Eddie shakes his.

“I can entertain myself just fine,” Eddie says, stepping inside when Steve sweeps his arm over the entrance.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, go doll up for me, sweetheart,” he teases and hears the way Steve’s breath catches, his eyes widening slightly and his cheeks tinting pink.

Then Steve moves in and places a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Thanks again, Eds,” he says and then he’s running upstairs.

Eddie stands there for at least ten minutes, red in the face, before he can make himself move.

***

Steve still hasn’t come downstairs by the time the doorbell rings so Eddie answers it.

Dustin is at the head of the arriving party and he raises an eyebrow at him when he sees him. “You’re on time,” he says, perplexed.

“And you’re a butthead,” Eddie replies and the other kids snigger behind Dustin. “Are you gonna come in or what?”

With an eye roll that is pure Steve, Dustin walks in followed by Wheeler, Sinclair and Max, and finally Robin and Nancy, who drove them all there.

Buckley narrows his eyes at him as she walks in. “Why are you on time?” She asks. “Unless you got here early so you and Steve could hang out alooone?” The way she says “alone” makes Eddie flush, which doesn’t help deny what she’s implying, even if it isn’t true.

Luckily, at that moment, Steve comes down the stairs and everyone’s attention turns to him.

“Dude, you got rid of the dead hamster finally!” Mike says and Max flicks him in the ear. Eddie smirks, that’s why she’s his favorite.

“He’s back!” Dustin cheers as soon as Steve’s hair is visible. Eddie smiles at the familiar look, but mostly at the way Steve smiles and holds himself, the slouch and the sad puppy eyes gone.

“There’s my handsome best friend,” Robin hoots and Nancy puts her thumb and index finger in her mouth and lets out an impressive whistle.

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, waving off their compliments and reactions as he reaches the ground floor. “Yes, the hair is back, we can move on now. There are movies to watch.”

He starts to usher them in the direction of the living room to get their movie night started now that they’re all here.

“Dude, I thought it would be two weeks before you could buy your hair things,” Lucas says, looking at Steve over his shoulder.

Steve freezes, his eyes darting to Eddie before he just shrugs at Sinclair, who probably doesn’t care that much about it because he just accepts that as a reasonable answer and follows the others to the couch.

The same can’t be said about Buckley.

“How did you get your hair products, Steve? ‘Cause I know you didn’t have them yesterday and you were working all day today.”

Their eyes meet again and Eddie gives a small shrug. They both know Buckley won’t drop it until she knows the truth.

“Eddie got them for me,” Steve says, mouth curling up in a smile that he directs at Eddie.

Buckley’s head snaps in his direction too, but she’s smirking, her eyes sparkling. “Oh did he?”

“Uh, yeah, I did.”

“You drove to another town, spent time and money on gas, and then spent more money just to get Steve his hair products?”

“Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’, trying to be casual, but he can feel the heat on his cheeks.

“How generous of you,” she says but it sounds a lot like, ‘I see you and your big gay crush on my best friend’.

Eddie’s eyes dart to Steve. With their platonic bond it sometimes feels like they can read each other’s minds and Eddie wonders if Steve can see what she sees. He flushes brighter at the thought.

“Come on, Nance, let’s get started with the popcorn,” she says, hooking her arm with Nancy’s and dragging her away, leaving Steve and Eddie alone in the hallway.

“I’m sorry about her,” Steve says with a light chuckle. “And listen I can pay you- for the gas and for the products.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You don’t have to, I told you, they’re gifts.”

Steve ducks his head shyly and a strand of hair falls on his forehead with the movement. On impulse, Eddie reaches out to tuck it back into place. There, now Steve’s hair is perfectly styled again. He smiles. “Besides, it was worth it.”

“Oh.” Steve licks his lips a little nervously and Eddie can’t help but track the movement with his eyes. “You- you must really like my hair,” he whispers, eyes wide and expectant.

Eddie considers taking the out, making some joke about having always admired “the Hair” or something like that, but he finds that he doesn’t want to. Not with Steve looking at him like he would like hearing the truth.

So, Eddie takes a deep breath and hopes that he’s reading this right.

“I do, I really like it, but it’s not just that. You could walk around with a hamster on your head or get a buzz cut like El, and I’d still like it. I just. I like you.”

A slow grin appears on Steve’s face. “You really think I would look good with a buzz cut?”

A nervous laugh tumbles over Eddie’s lips. “Out of everything I said that’s what you-”

Steve shakes his head, cupping Eddie’s jaw with one hand and effectively shutting him up. “No, I- I like you too, Eddie.”

He sighs in relief. “Oh, thank God.”

And then, he grabs a handful of Steve’s shirt and pulls him towards him, crashing their lips together.

The moment they touch, Eddie lets out a low whine before he remembers that the kiddos are in the next room and Buckley and Wheeler could walk out of the kitchen any minute. So he tries to keep it down as he licks into Steve’s mouth, even if Steve kissing back just as passionately should be enough to drag more noises out of him.

It’s not until Eddie’s hands start moving from his shoulder to his neck on the way to his hair that Steve stops him, his fingers grabbing a hold of Eddie’s wrist and pulling away just enough to speak against Eddie’s lips.

Eddie chases after Steve’s mouth with another whine.

“Jesus,” Steve gasps. “We probably should- If this week proved anything is that out friends are overly invested in my hair so they’ll notice if you mess it up with your hands.” Eddie makes a disgruntled sound. Steve’s fingers catch one of Eddie’s curls, twirling it around it. “But if you want, after everyone leaves you can stay and I can, you know, pay you back for this.” He gestures at his hair.

Eddie’s brain must be melting out of his ears from kissing Steve because he dumbly says, “I told you that you don’t have to-” before he understands the meaning behind the words when he sees Steve’s smirk. “Oh. Yeah. I can think of a few ways you can do that.”

The way he waggles his eyebrows makes Steve giggle adorably, but before Eddie can kiss him about it, Robin pops her head out of the kitchen, making them jump.

“If you two are done giggling like teenagers, come help with the popcorn before the actual teenagers start a riot.”

“Aye, Captain Buckley,” Eddie says with a two-fingered salute. This time Steve muffles his giggle behind his hand.

With the other, he grabs hold of Eddie’s and starts dragging him to the kitchen. The whole time, Eddie feels like he’s floating.

He’s happy he made the trip, he’s happy he got Steve his hair products, he’s happy his hair are back to normal.

And he’s even more happy that he gets to mess it up later when he kisses Steve again after everyone leaves.

[snoozykazoo]

we're on tumblr again yay✨

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What's Snoozy been up to?

Ok I know what I said earlier, but let’s be honest: if you’ve stumbled deep into the mines enough to find your way here, you’re surely familiar with our beloved Turnip Boy. We just passed by his anniversary of robbing a bank on January 18th! Aww! They grow up so fast… But it’s a good thing he’s not robbing banks anymore, that’s a crime, you kn-

Aw crud he's doing it on your phone now

Snaps my fingers disappointingly. Aw man. Yerrrrp. Turnip Boy Robs a Bank is now on iOS and Android devices near you. His mindless yet fervent desire to wreck crime upon the world seems insatiable. It’s really unfortunate, except for the fact that it’s honestly really fun watching him go at it.

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Ahhh the beloved Turnip Boy. Surely your next game will be about him right?

Heehee nope!

Excitingly, in November, we announced our next game: Hobnobbers! A co-op mall-looter where you rob malls for your goddess!

If you haven’t already wishlisted the game yet, well… go wishlist it! Go make your friends wishlist it! Wishlist wishlist wishlist! It really helps us beat the Algorithm Overlords, so literally every single wishlist counts!

I already know about your little crow-gnome mall-looting game you do not shut up about it. What else is new?

We also released a new devlog over on our YouTube! We’ll be releasing one of these every few months, so make sure to subscribe!

In it, we’ve covered the game’s conception till its early development, which means a lot of concept art. Honestly, let’s toss a little bit more of it over here; it’s always exciting to see behind the curtain!

Now get ready for... 🥁🥁🥁

Woah! What’s this little place? Perhaps the chance to get to meet different members of the team and bombard them with questions to foster a parasocial relationship with them? No way!

Introducing… Alexis! Our Unreal Developer!

What are you most excited for in Hobnobbers?

I’m very excited for a lot of different technical aspects and seeing people’s reaction to the game! I want to see all of the systems come together to create a perfect storm of chaos. The randomly generated map ontop the hexes system, with events like Money Storms, Floods, and Fairy Circles of Doom, is going to make each run completely unique and you’ll never know what kind of madness you’re getting into! On launch day I intend to be hopping into games with people (and fixing any bugs that crop up).

What’s something you’ve worked on in Hobnobbers recently that you’ve found particularly frustrating?

The level generation for the mall has been a particular nightmare, but in a very fun way. The mall is generated from bottom-to-top and each floor tells the floor above it about the different combinations of rooms that it can generate. This allows us to have those iconic vertical levels that overlap eachother with walkways above the floors below! This has required a lot of tuning in both making the parts that generate, and how to place them to get results that are always interesting (without bugs). Not only do we have to generate each floor, we also have to generate each store! Accounting for the size and placement of these is a constant challenge when making segments but I made a blender template that speeds it up quite a lot.

What pitch did you end up bringing to the pitch competition?

My pitch was a game about a vampire who was ousted from their castle by another vampire, and is trying to take it back. You would have to sneak back in through various pathways that challenge you in different ways, some would require parkour skills, others would require puzzle solving. And while you’re doing all of this, the AI learns and adapts to your behavior setting traps or blocking off paths in a constant game of cat and mouse. I am still extremely passionate about this idea, and fully intend to pursue it one day!

Awesome! Thank you for your time! 😊

Okie dokie that’s a wrap for now

In future devposts, we’ll be including questions sent in by the community! Feel free to send them in over here on Tumblr, or join our Discord and ask questions in the “ask-the-devs-❓” channel!

See you soon!

— Kiki

[shuggymaniac]

Shuggy Soulamte AU

Where you can only see color when you meet your other half, with a fluffy/funny/angsty twist.

We all know this AU, everyone’s world is grey until they meet their soulmate.

And so most parents decide to give their kids “the talk” when they get a little older. To teach them about colors and why they can’t see color the heart break that might follow possible rejection and that it is ok and that they can find someone else deserving of thier love.

So imagine Roger, Rouge, Rayleigh and Shakky’s shock when their sons who grew up side by side looked at them confused and told them that they never saw the grey and dull colors, that they were always able to see colors. They even thought their parents were pranking them because they thought of being born unable to see colors until possible adulthood was crazy to them.

They did some tests making sure the boys indeed were able to see colors and they passed to easily.

And that is when both couples realized that the two boys have been so lucky to be with their soulmate since infancy. That now they will live happily ever after right?

No, at some point the boys get into a fight caused by the social pressure of needing to be by your soulmate the need to be the perfect sweetheart couple. And then, they separate ways.

Many people blamed Buggy because he seemed to be the one who would cause problems the most but Shanks would defend him to shut people up.

The thing is Buggy felt that Shanks was too good to be with him and he is only forcing himself to be with Buggy because that what “Fate” and the people around them told them to do, so when he left he hoped that Shanks would have come after him to prove him and everyone wrong that he actually wanted to be with Buggy.

But Shanks never came, and Buggy’s heart broke it took him years to get over it and when he did and was ready to go back to the dating scene his friend recommend one of those facilities that help you match up with people who got rejected or lost their soulmates.

Reluctantly Buggy joined and since the facility use anonymous names and no pictures the bluenette felt comfortable chatting with people, he had to turn down some and many turned him down, which frustrated him greatly and almost gave up, until he matched up with someone whom he seemed to get along will with.

They would chat about their days and share jokes, express their interests and desires. and Buggy found out that like him this guy was rejected by his soulmate, but never got into details of why, and when Buggy told him that he too was rejected he never told how and why.

But neither of them focused on the subject for long and went back to their usual chats. They have been talking for a year before the facility deemed them compatible enough to meet up in person. Offering them a full paid romantic date but the two agreed to just meet for a drink and see how things progress from there.

So imagine Buggy’s shock to see a familiar red hair sitting in the booth of the place he agreed to meet his future partner in. And from the other guy’s wide eyes Buggy assumed he was shocked to. But he didn’t care at this moment only one emotion burned inside him and that was betrayal.

Buggy tried to walk away but Shanks stopped him. The bluenette demanded to know why he was here, asking if he was stalking him, that after years of no contact he goes to this measure to trick him and pretend to be this great person, leading him on for a year to force his hand to be with him again? Or was is just a way to make fun of him? How much did he pay that facility??

But Shanks swore up and down that he never tricked Buggy, how he didn’t pretend to be a different person, that he didn’t even know Buggy joined the place. And then Begged him to at least stay so they can talk about this misunderstanding.

Buggy reluctantly stayed and they talked.

Shanks explained how after their break up he decided to focus on his studies and work to take over the family business. How his parents tried to convince him to reach out for Buggy to reconcile but he knew Buggy wouldn’t accept him back so to please his parents he tried joining that facility.

At first he showed no interest to anyone he gave them a chance but never went beyond discussing dislikes and likes that was until he came across this one person, who has a unique since of humor, selfless despite him saying he is selfish person, having great mind that few people can understand and it attracted shanks greatly. He hesitated at first because deep down he still loves Buggy and hopes to get back with him but he believed Buggy probably moved on from after.

He couldn’t even believe the possibility that Buggy stayed single all this time, he is dumb enough to see him and don’t want to be his partner???!!

And he swears again and again that he didn’t know he was talking to Buggy and if he did he’d probably stop. And that stung Buggy making him think that Shanks disliked him so much that he didn’t want to believe that he was texting Buggy all this time and this made Buggy explode.

He told him sorry that he was stuck with a person like him, how he really tried to be the perfect partner that everyone said he should be for Shanks but he can’t act differently from who he really was. He liked being loud, he liked expressing his emotions, he liked wearing flashy make up and flashy clothes that didn’t fit the social norms, he didn’t like pretending to like a person just because it was the polite thing to do, he did like those things and Shanks should have accepted him as he is not how pro wanted him to be.

Then he leaves not giving Shanks the chance to explain to him how he never wanted Buggy to fit into the norms that he loves how expressive Buggy is, loves how he doesn’t take sh*t from no body and that if he saw someone being wronged or criticized he would throw it right back at them, he loves how despite everything that society told him was normal Buggy was the most normal thing in his life.

After a few days, Buggy went back to work, not telling his friends how his date went. He decided that he will meet people the old fashioned way, screw any facility that would tell him otherwise and if he didn’t meet anyone then he didn’t care for that as well. So imagine his surprise to see Shanks walk into his place of work with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and gift boxes on the other hand.

Shanks decided he won’t make his old mistake again that he will go after Buggy to win his heart again, to show him that he wanted Buggy as he is and not how pro told him he should be.

Of course, Buggy beat his ass out of his place of work and cursed to never show his face again but Shanks won’t give up. And despite Buggy cursing under his breath on how dare that red haired bastard show his face against but seeing his red face his friends can tell that Buggy was really happy that his first love wants him still.

It will just take a while for them to get over there pride and communicate properly.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

How good are the ft2 mercs at baking and cooking respectively

TF2 Mercs Cooking And Baking Skills!

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Oh boy, you've asked a guy who loves to cook a bake, prepare for a ramble.

Moot appreciation: Thank you for your asks! I've had fun with the prompts you've sent it. Also, I love your blog!

Also, oops, a little Spy angst fell in, who would have guessed.

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Demo- I'm gonna go out on a limb and say most people think he can't cook. Wrong! He can cook. Just uh, unique dishes. This man has made haggis for the other mercs, Scout whole heartedly thought Demo was trying to kill them. (Little off topic but, did you guys know deep-fried Mars bars are a Scottish thing)? But in general he can cook, and cook well, it just depends on if what he's cooking is something your willing to try.

I don't think this man can bake, but that won't stop him from trying! He tries to learn, but always gets frustrated when things don't work. Like the cupcakes have been in the oven for well over two hours and are still not cooked? This man is pissed. But what he lacks in an ability to bake, he makes up for by being amazing at decorating cakes and cupcakes somehow? Like he can't bake a cupcake to save his life, but you bet your ass he can turn it into one of the prettiest things with a bag of frosting and sprinkles.

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Engie- This man is so good at cooking its not even funny. Like the he cooks for everyone one night and everyone begs him to cook at least once a month. Sure, is it the healthiest food? Not really. But it is good food! And for the mercs that's all they really care about some days.

I'm gonna be honest, he'd be a really good baker, but has never had any desire to. Never felt the need to. He'd rather just buy whatever he wants or needs. He can, however be convinced to bake, but even then he's indifferent to it. He thinks it's a fine enough hobby but would never find enthralled with it. Is always very proud of his work in either cooking or baking though!

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Heavy- He can cook! And really likes to do it too. He loves making traditional Russian food. Loves being able to share his culture through something so simple. Likes making anything really. Finds cooking to be relaxing. As long as he can be left alone while doing so.

He can bake too, he just choses not to. It's very precise, one wrong measurement and it's all going to hell. He'd love to bake, but at the end of the day I think it would stress him out more than it would calm him down, or more than it would be worth it for the final product.

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Medic- This is such a toss up for me. I want to say he can cook, and cook well. But the other part of me thinks that he'd be way too giddy to use cooking the team dinner to run a test or two. (What am I talking about he put fertility hormones in someone's rations, he'd take any chance to do it (lovingly)! To the other mercs). I guess I'll say he can cook, but be weary of what he's feeding you at any given time. Also I think if he's not in a testing mood he gets all happy at the idea of cooking traditional food as well.

Due to the fact that, may or may not be up to no good when cooking! The mercs are not super keen on letting him into the kitchen. But if Medic manages to convince (threaten) them into trusting him enough to bake, he's insanely good at it! Baking is a science, and he's incredibly good at getting measurements to be perfect. Plus even if he's not using baking or cooking as an excuse to run some tests on his teammates, it's still an experiment in it's own right. So he genuinely enjoys baking and cooking.

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Scout- You really think his mom would let him leave the house without knowing to cook? Sure, he's probably his mom's favorite, and the youngest child, so you'd think he'd be spoiled, but nope! His mom taught him from a young age the importance of having cooking as a skill, and now he loves it. He cooks when he's homesick, it reminds him of his mom, he looks at it as a connection with one another.

Same thing with baking, but I think he likes baking a bit more than cooking due to the presence of a shit ton of sugar. You'd also think this man would be chill in the kitchen. Absolutely not. He hates having other people in the kitchen when he's busy. He finds them to be distracting. Also, he's super cautious when people ask to try what he's baking specifically. He doesn't want someone to get E. Coli, because of the raw flour in the raw cookie dough. All in all, though, when he's alone (or with Pyro if they decide to join Scout). Then he's genuinely enjoying both baking and cooking.

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Sniper- Mr. Runs off instant ramen and fairy bread. Has the basic skills. He could make rice, grilled cheese, and fried eggs if need be. But for the most part, he can't cook. He has a stove in his van, and it has never been used other than to boil water. He could learn how to cook if he was really persuaded by a certain team member, but it would take a lot, and it would take a long time to learn how to cook a decent meal.

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Spy- Can cook, he has before. It was a life skill just like any other. I got pretty good at it. He can still make decently elaborate dishes, but he's not a fan of it. He doesn't really like cooking. He never had anyone to share his food with. He always wanted someone to share food with, someone to cook with. Was always too scared for said person to actually stick around, said person couldn't stick around.

He's never tried to bake, and I don't think he'd enjoy it. He'd complain about how messy it is. He'd be fine with the having to be careful and precise part. Hell He'd even be good at decorating and just baking in general. But he just wouldn't like doing it.

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Soldier- This man can't so much as cook as he can grill. It's super weird, he'll make the most normal american food and it's like really good? Like he'll make steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs for a 4th of July party and it's the best shit you've ever had. Ask this man to fry an egg and all hell breaks loose. He is only allowed to man the grill from now on.

Do not ask this man to bake, please, please don't. He cooks with cartoon logic. The recipe calls for three eggs? He drops in three fully-shelled eggs. A stick of butter? The wrapper is still on. And the scariest part is whatever he's baking always comes out looking, edible? Cartoonish? Like straight up looks like someone drew it into existence. For the sake of everyone's mental health, they don't let Soldier bake anymore.

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Pyro- Teach them how to flambé and they're going to have the best time of their lives. They aren't horrible at cooking but aren't a master chef either. They have tried to use their flamethrower to cook on multiple occasions, but they have been banned from being in the kitchen alone due to "inciting panic." Whatever that means. They mainly will cook with Engie, as he's the most patient when it comes to Pyro's "help." (Standing menacingly until they can be trusted to do something. They do it with love, though)!

Speaking of flambé! They love to try and convince the other mercs to let them make bananas Foster, and when they eventually wear the other mercs down and are allowed to try it, they do well! It was a one-time thing, they all got too scared to let them do it again. Now they spend a lot of time helping Scout while he bakes. Overall, they can cook and bake, but should only be allowed to under supervision.

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I hope you like this! Sorry it took me so long to write I've been exhausted all week. But it was fun to write :)

New fic tomorrow, someone asked about the mercs at Barbie, which is going to be so fun!

[crisiscutie]

Dissidia darling almost regaining her memories anon here as for my request.. it's for the hos au.. could I have the crisis cuties plus kh and fem sephiroth with a darling who is obsessed with books? As in she can find a book (or they could give her a book that they find while out conquering worlds) and could read for hours (I actually do read on my free time and it's very soothing imo)

You know, I actually envisioned HoS Darling as a bookworm since she is a deeply curious gal, always wondering about the world!

Here's the Sephy's reactions. I'm trying to get readjusted to writing again, so feel free to send more requests!

༻❁༺ OG Sephiroth

At first, he’s neutral about it. Walking in and out of the room, just silently observing her obsessive reading habits. But as she disappears into pages for hours without needing him, his curiosity, and jealously, somewhat piques. He starts to gift her ancient texts from dead worlds, laced with whispers of gods and genetic legacies, hoping to redirect her curiosity back to him and Mother. He’ll sit beside her silently, his tentacles occasionally curling over the pages and flipping them for her.

“These are your scriptures. Read wisely. They may shape what you become.”

༻❁༺ Dissidia Sephiroth

He adores her love for books. It soothes him to see her so immersed. When she reads, he sees her in her natural, divine element: calm, focused, independent, and that stirs something in him. It reminds him so much of his original Kuudere darling~. He starts to bring her books tailored to their once godly union; Philosophy, poetry, ancient war records. Sometimes, he sits nearby in silence, brushing his fingers against her choker, not saying a word as he listens to her read passages aloud.

“Your mind is sharp... I wonder what stories you'll write of us one day.”

༻❁༺ C.C. Sephiroth (Nibelheim Incident)

At first, he hates it. Why is she so focused on mere paper when she could be spending time with him? He silently pouts, curls around her like a jealous cat, resting his head on her shoulder as she reads. But if she reads aloud to him, he’ll be happy! Eventually, he'll bring her eerie fairytales, worn-down novels, or whatever genre she likes because he knows they’ll make her smile.

“Mother… please read that one again… the one where the boy never lets go of her hand…” He'd never fully understand the bookworm thing, but it doesn't matter. Just hearing her voice is all what makes him happy.

༻❁༺ 7R Sephiroth

Has his typical commentary on her reading obsession.

“Still hiding behind those pages? What, is the plot more satisfying than I am?” But secretly? He watches her, fascinated by how peaceful she looks when reading. Makes him wonder what it’d take to drag her attention off the pages and onto him. So, being the devil he is, he'd start leaving books in strange places all around the damn house, frustrating darling. Sometimes he;d write in the margins of her books with cryptic notes like: “This character reminds me of you. She becomes something much greater in the end.😏”

༻❁༺ AC Sephiroth

Books are just pointless to him. But if it helps her, he’ll feed the habit. Whatever she desired, he'd oblige, strangely enough, more so than the other Sephiroths who'd eventually get tired of her nonstop reading. Sometimes, Darling will find odd passages in the books that shouldn’t exist, passages that speak of her… written long before her time. And he’ll only smile devilishly when asked about it, no clear answers.

The more she reads, the closer she gets to the truth he wants her to find: that she belongs to him, and to Mother.

“You search for answers in ink and parchment. But you already carry the final revelation within you.”

༻❁༺ Fem!Sephiroth

She definitely likes this bookworm trait of Darling's. Watching her read gives her ideas on how to impress her and win the damn bachelor race against her dullard counterparts.

She may even braid Darling's hair with one hand while listening to her read.

“What a perfect little thing you are… so clever, so still…” She gets competitive, though. If she sees Darling rereading a passage over and over again, she has to know why.

And chances are, her yandere side will emerge if Darling starts loving the characters more than her, or cries for their tragedies or whatever. Yes, she's that petty.

Also, expect the book to mysteriously "vanish" when Darling stops reading it for the night.

“You don’t need fictional heartbreak when I offer you an eternity of love.”

༻❁༺ KH Sephiroth

Being his cool, aloof self, of course, he pretends to be unimpressed.

“Reading again? Hmph. A waste of time.” But when she’s asleep, he’s the one flipping through the books she leaves behind, intrigued by the heroes and villians in them she admires. He's probably the only one that actually reads the books. He finds her taste in stories oddly… pure? He still doesn't understand it, but he wants to. Sometimes, he’ll leave heart-shaped bookmarks by her bedside, or write quiet notes in the margins like: “They would've killed that monster quicker if they done X over Y. I know it.” But Darling just assumes it's 7R being his usual trolling self, leaving the notes and confronts him while KH Sephy reads away in the background.

If you are willing and able, I would greatly appreciate any donations on Ko-fi.  Times are rough for me right now and any little amount helps!

[crow-of-paradise]

A few delicious WoR things so far at approx. 60% of the way through and having reached part three conclusion:

The implication that it was Kaladin who killed Shallan's brother (I am suspicious of this actually being the case! but that is the implication so far, but I hope it was BC THAT WOULD BE SAD), but since Shallan believes it's Amaram, she now hates him. And now I need Kaladin to find out to make it more delicious. But Shallan and Kaladin could bond over their Amaram hate too so fingers crossed! lol Kaladin being such a fucking debbie downer chaperoning Adolin and Shallan's date. Sure, the Weeping has a lot to do with it, but boy is B I T T E R (and I love my bitter sadboi son to his edgy little core). He pointed out more than once that he hates being ignored, and that he doesn't know why the couple having fun bothered him, so I was under the impression that he was dealing with being reminded again of something he "can't have" (BC OF AMARAM). But like when he eventually chose to go out with his crew (yay!!), he's unable to settle for this for long now. This mixed with his desire to be more than what he currently is as a soldier, as he then indicated he was close to being ready to tell Dalinar about his Surgebinding, shows he's tired of hiding who he is -

WHICH OFC MADE THE EVENTS OF PART THREE ENDING THAT MUCH MORE HEART WRENCHING. But wow, what an ending!! (wait didn't I say that about pt 2 ending too? I think I did lol. I am getting close to the dreaded sanderlanche and I am NOT READY - not least bc I don't have the next books here yet lmao) I stayed up late last night getting through that so I have 0 brain cells for writing about it now except for WOWEE ZOWEE. FIGHT GOOD. KALADIN PERFECT. HONOR IS DEAD BUT I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO. AMARAM 1000000% SHAT HIS PANTS A LITTLE. OH WAIT SPEAKING OF SHAT PANTS, my god did I love the Shallan and Adolin banter about shit, lmao. They are v cute, GOOD FOR THEM (CAN SOMEONE PLS SMOOCH KALA--). I still carry a torch for Sadeas, I love that FASHIONABLE, UNCTUOUS LITTLE MAN. Like, yeah, he's gotta die and is likely beyond redemption at this point, much as I would have liked that possibility for him bc he is so FUN, but at least he looks hot doing it (to ME). If they fuck up his UTTER RIZZ in the inevitable future TV adaptation, I will be rioting. All he does is outdress everyone around him and think about Dalinar, repressed gay little idiot. (this may be my sadeas/dalinar brain rot talking)

Sebarial + Palona my beloveds. They won the IDGAF war. They are like if Sadeas and Ialai chilled tf out, fucked off into the sunset, and only cared about eating bonbons, which is what I wish they WOULD do. (I love them both) But actually they DO care - they took Shallan in and are caring for her, they love each other deeply, and they're raking in the cash making a mercantile empire out of their warcamp lmao. HAVE THE OTHER WARCAMPS CONSIDERED TRYING TO EMULATE THIS KING AND QUEEN BEHAVIOR? Sebarial may be the smartest of them all. Moash - this situationship is getting out of control. Every time I see Kaladin give him one more chance, I can't help but laugh. Nervously.

Dalinar losing his shit on Kaladin after standing up for him to Elhokar: CHEF'S KISS. He has NEVER IN HIS LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS!!! lmao

On one hand, Kaladin was acting like a brat, and I can see Dalinar reprimanding his sons the same way, so in a way IT'S SWEET. On a personal note, pls yell at me like this, daddy.

How frustrating for Kaladin though (I will always defend my bratty son!!!), I feel so bad for him. It really just feels so hopeless - he doesn't have the proof he needs, and to highlight the David-vs-Goliath ass level of his predicament, Amaram's fabricating his own evidence. AND NOW HE'S IN PRISON. FREE MY BOY HE DID NOTHING WRONG, LET HIM KILL AMARAM AS A TREAT!!! >:(

[marblemoonstones]

vii 🌷

main masterlist

summary: seven men and how you came to date them. 

warnings: f reader, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (happy ending, don’t worry), fluffy ending, curse words

word count ~1.8k

a/n: hello! so so sorry for not writing in a hot second 😅 life’s been busy, you know? i promise i’m still working on catharsis, but i’m so excited to try writing for other stories. i apologize if this doesn’t make much sense, i’m just trying to get back into writing!

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Meeting Kim Namjoon was like fate. Who knew going to a new coffee shop would lead to encountering the adorable dimpled man? Knowledgeable in plants and caring, Namjoon is a warm blanket on a rainy day. Warm smiles and cozy conversations lead to a little bit of flirting too, if you will. Finding out he had a boyfriend, let alone six, made your heart squeeze just a bit. Oh, well, his boyfriends are lucky and you can move on.

Kim Seokjin: handsome man who just so happens to move in next door to you. Endearing and sweet, you bond after giving him some welcome cookies. He then proceeds to make you dinner and then the friendship blossoms. Jin often winks and flirts, but never so much to make you uncomfortable. Is there something there? As it turns out, no. Jin is dating someone, and you can’t help but feel a little frustrated. Why didn’t he tell you he was taken?

A little disgruntled but not completely hopeless, Min Yoongi bumps into your life. Literally. Running after his dog he trips and falls straight into your arms. Blushing and embarrassed he apologizes, soon catching his dog and coming back to talk to you. Offering to go to lunch, you accept. Many more lunch ‘dates’ follow, and soon your heart slips and falls just like Yoongi did the first time you met. But it falls flat as Yoongi explains that his cute keychain was made by his boyfriend. 

Slightly heartbroken, you motivate yourself to focus on self-care and not dating. You start taking dance classes, where you meet a cute boy who introduces himself as Jung Hoseok. Not only are his moves smooth, his flirting is also. Pushing down the desire to flirt back, you maintain a friendly relationship, mostly ignoring the winks and smooth talking. But, as it always seems, your big dumb heart gets in the way. As smooth as butter you fall for him. This time hope sprouts because even though Hobi has boyfriends (yes, multiple), he says their relationship is open and they wouldn’t mind dating a girl too. He just hopes someday he can introduce them to you. 

Park Jimin comes in one day to pick up Hobi, and that’s when you realize that all other flirting was mild compared to Jimin’s. He’s the little shit who’s always trying to ‘woo’ you. Which at first was awkward, but then Hobi explained that this was one of his boyfriends, and that Jimin would flirt with anything that breathes. To which Jimin pouted but then shrugged and agreed. Jimin’s flirty side is often present, but his soft side is even more adorable. 

With you dating two perfect men, your heart is so full but you still feel a bit empty. No, you tell yourself, you’re so lucky to have your Hobi and your Chim, don’t be ungrateful. 

Turns out your talks don’t work very well because after going bowling with some friends you meet Kim Taehyung. After offering to buy you nachos you two hit it off. You proudly explain that you’re dating two amazing men, but before you can tell him their names another stunning man comes to get ‘Tae’ as it’s his turn to bowl. A brief introduction and you find out it’s Taehyung’s boyfriend Jungkook. Watching them bowl is the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. Once in a while Taehyung will flash a grin in your direction, making your heart zing! Oh, what those eyes do to you.

Taehyung, after only meeting up a couple times, considers you and him to be best friends. And because you’re best friends, you’re required to go with him and his hoy boyfriend Jeon Jungkook wherever he wants. Jeon Jungkook is a man infatuate with love. Love for Taehyung. Even though he may look intimidating (intimidatingly hot) with his tattoos and lip ring, Jungkook couldn’t be more of a boba ball. Watching him makes you think chivalry isn’t dead after all. You find it hard to believe that someone could love another more than Hobi and Jimin love you, but here you are. 

Hobi and Jimin are the only two dating you, and you’ve always wondered how that works with their other five boyfriends. But, when you ask, they just wave it off, saying ‘Our relationship is very open. We all trust each other and always communicate before making a move.’ Shrugging it off, you bask in their love as long as you can. Until one day they say it’s time for you to meet the rest of their boyfriends. 

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The fateful day arrives. Hobi and Jimin continue to reassure you, but you’re still immensely nervous. To make you comfortable, you all meet at their house mansion.

Twisting the door handle nervously, you step inside, flanked by Hobi and Jimin. Eyes blown wide in shock, you survey the other five men in the living room. All men whom you know. Warm Namjoon, confident Jin, intelligent Yoongi, your best friend Taehyung, and finally, Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

Taehyung is the first to run over. ‘You’re dating Hobi hyung and Jimin hyung?!’ 

Jungkook trails behind, as he always does (a lovesick puppy is the analogy you use), ‘So you’re the mysterious girl they’re dating…’

Hugging Taehyung while still in a daze, you glance around at the other men in the room. How is it possible that you never put the pieces together? Of course these men would love Namjoon so dearly, adore Jin’s confidence, make Yoongi a handmade keychain, relish Hoseok’s sunny smile, give Jimin the attention he deserves, get lost in Tae’s eyes, and baby their maknae Jungkook. 

It all makes sense now.

You see Namjoon and Jin give each other a look, Namjoon saying “Jin! Why didn’t you tell me this was the beautiful neighbor of yours?”

You blush slightly, partly because of the compliment and partly because Taehyung was currently clinging to you like an overgrown puppy. 

“Can we date you too? Pleeeeeease?” He begs cutely, not fully understanding the implications of that.

“Hey, leave her alone you rascal,” Yoongi says, trying, and failing, to pry Taehyung off of me. 

You hear a voice calling your name and you twist your head to look (Taehyung and Jungkook are now holding onto you). It’s Jimin.

“Why don’t you explain the whole thing to us?” Jimin asks, looking as confused as Hobi. 

You nod, and slowly walk over to the couch and sit, Taehyung and Jungkook on either side of you. 

“Okay, well…I’m not entirely sure how to start,” you explain sheepishly, trying to calm your pulsing heart. 

“Just explain how you somehow know all of our boyfriends,” Hobi says, also trying and failing to wrestle the maknaes off of me. 

And you do. Starting with Namjoon, you explain how you met him at a coffee shop.

“So that explains why Joon was always sneaking off! Huh, no wonder, no one drinks that much coffee except Yoongi,” Jimin says, earning a small shove from Yoongi.

You then proceeded to tell them that after finding out Namjoon was taken, you had met Jin. 

“I brought him cookies and then we started hanging out more often-“ 

Namjoon bursts out laughing.

“He didn’t even mention cookies! And that’s a surprise because he loves to cook. All he could talk about was how beautiful his new neighbor was,” Namjoon teases.

“Yah! Am I wrong? She’s almost as beautiful as me!”  Jin says indignantly. 

Heat flushes to your face yet again and you stare at the ground.

“Guys please, you’re just making her nervous. Let her finish her story,” Hobi chides.

You tell them about how you found Yoongi after Jin, a grin forming on your lips. They all start laughing as you say that Yoongi tripped while running after his dog.

“You-you tripped? While chasing Holly?” The maknaes can barely control themselves, their whole bodies shaking with laughter. 

“Look, you don’t get to be like that. I’ve seen you trip when the food arrives,” Yoongi grumbles, small dusting of pink on his cheeks.

He looks so cute, you think. Wait, what?

“Okay, okay. Let’s hear the rest of the story,” Yoongi says, trying to take the attention off of him. 

“I think I know what comes next!” Hobi says excitedly.

You feel your heart warm as you recount how you met Hobi and Jimin and then started dating both of them. The boys nod, glad to finally hear the story.

“And then I met Tae,” you say fondly, glancing to the man on your left. His eyes sparkle as you tell the story, starting with the bowling alley. 

“Now we’re besties!” Tae says, bouncing excitedly on the couch, “Since we’re already besties, I think we should date!” 

“Tae. You can’t just assume that. You have to respect her boundaries and her choices,” Jimin tries to explain. 

“I know…but please? Can we at least try it?” Tae begs, looking at me with those dark chocolate puppy eyes.

“We haven’t finished the story yet! I want to hear how you met Jungkookie,” Hobi says pointedly. 

“Fine…” Tae whines, earning a chuckle from Hobi.

You share how Tae and Jungkook were dating when you met Tae, so by default you got to know Jungkook. You often went on ‘dates’ with them, third-wheeling at its finest. 

“Okay, now we’re done,” Jin says to Tae, “And I think that we all have something we want to ask.” 

Hobi and Jimin look at each other, already seeming to know what the question was.

“Okay guys, don’t keep me in suspense. Ask me!” You say nervously, wondering if they were going to ask you to break up with Hobi and Jimin.

“Well…”  Namjoon starts, swallowing nervously.

“We were wondering if you would be interested in dating all of us,” Yoongi states matter-of-factly.

“Hyung! You didn’t have to say it that brashly,” Jungkook whispers loudly.

“Whatever, you all were going to ask it anyway. This way we get a quicker response,” Yoongi shrugs as the boys fall silent, waiting for your answer.

You can barely function at the question. Date all seven of them? You barely feel that you deserve Hobi and Jimin. 

“If you don’t want to it’s okay,” Namjoon says, trying to assure you. 

Looking at all of their faces makes your heart flip. Namjoon with his dimples (that you want to poke so badly), Jin and his perfect features, Yoongi’s gummy smile, Hobi and his heart lips that you love to kiss, Jimin’s squishy cheeks and crescent eyes, Tae’s chocolate orbs (which you swear can light up the universe), and Jungkook’s cute boba ball qualities.

You smile, having made up your mind.

“I’d love to give it a try.” 

Tae hugs you immediately, making you fall back on the couch.

And with that, you could tell that you made the right decision. 

a/n: thanks for reading! 💗

[bddypsn]

LOST BOY — Chapter 15

(———Some time later.)

Gray: There! …!

Billy: Whoa, that was close ♪

Gray: …!

**********************

Billy: Whew~… I went all out, and now I’m exhausted.

Gray: S-sorry, Billy… for making you go along with this…

Billy: Nah, don’t worry! It’s good training for me too, so I’m grateful. Let’s try even more stuff~!

Gray: Thanks…

Billy: Working hard together is way better than struggling alone, right? ♪

I could tell you were troubled by something, but I couldn’t do anything until you collapsed. That kinda frustrated me…

You don’t have to force yourself to talk about things that are hard to say, but if there’s anything I can do, just leave it to me!

Gray: Billy…

R-really, thank you… I was weirdly fixated on the whole age thing, but… I’ll just be honest and rely on you.

Billy: That’s the spirit! You and I aren’t just friends—we’re best friends! ♪

Gray: B-best friends…

Billy: Anyway, has anything changed since then?

Gray: Since then?

Billy: You know, since Jet disappeared… I was wondering if it had any effect on you.

Gray: Ah… No, not really.

If I had to say something, I guess I don’t hear his voice anymore… and weird things don’t happen to me like they used to. No more sudden weight gain or muscle pain… yeah.

Billy: Huh, so that’s how it is…

…Gray, do you feel lonely?

Gray: Huh…?

Billy: Now that Jet’s gone… I feel pretty lonely.

From the beginning, I kinda thought of Jet as someone separate from you.

So honestly, I was hoping I could become friends with him too… but…

Gray: …………

I don’t really know if I feel lonely… Maybe I just haven’t processed it yet…

…But I do spend a lot of time thinking about him.

In the end, Jet was the one who proposed disappearing through our deal… But was that really what he wanted…?

Billy: ……?

Gray: I feel like Jet disappeared so that I could stand on my own...

Even this time, I couldn't move, so he did it for me instead, right? …Where was Jet’s will in all of this?

Billy: …Yeah, you're right.

Thinking about it that way, has there ever been a time when Jet did something purely because he wanted to?

Gray: I don’t know… But he was always there, helping me…

I just kept relying on him…

If he ever had something he wanted… I wish he would have told me, at least once…

???: Then go to that pig bastard right now and get rid of him.

Billy: Huh?

Gray: W-wait, that wasn’t me just now…

Billy: ???

Jet: (Heh… that was perfect timing. Look at Billy’s face… the dumbest expression ever.)

Gray: Jet…!

W-why… why are you here…?

Jet: (What, were you hoping I was gone?)

Gray: N-no! That’s not it, but… why…?

Jet: (…I’m just as thrown off by this as you are.)

(Seems like no matter what, I’m still a part of you, Gray.)

(I can’t disappear, no matter what I try! Hell, how the hell do I disappear, anyway!?)

Gray: …Huh?

Jet: (After all that dramatic talk, it’s not exactly easy to figure out how to vanish. And then you guys go all weepy on me.)

(Honestly, I didn’t want to come back out, but I had to face reality---)

Gray: I’m glad… You didn’t disappear after all…!

Billy: Wait, seriously!?

Jet: (Tch…)

(From what I can tell, if Gray himself wants me gone, there’s a good chance I’ll disappear.)

(So let’s try it. Come on, just wish for me to vanish---)

Gray: No!

Jet: (The hell!?)

Gray: I-I would never, ever wish for you to disappear…!

Jet: (Just do it! Didn’t you say you wanted to know what I truly wanted!? This is my greatest wish!)

Gray: I’m not granting your wish, Jet!

Jet: (Tch… you little---!)

Gray: It’s true—Jet, you’re a part of me. You were born from my desire to be strong…

But… there was something else I wanted all along.

Jet: (…What?)

Gray: Back at the academy, there was something I longed for more than anything… something I could never seem to have…

I wanted… friends.

Chapter 14 ⬌ Chapter 16

[foreverlilithnevereve]

To All the Boys I’ve Indulged Before

This has been brewing in its formation in my mind for a while now, drawing inspiration from the brilliance of a similar post by the fantastic @misssmeat

Despite hers being humorous and a reflective must-read, I will be responsible and provide a disclaimer for its NSFW nature.

Mine is less graphic, yet - I imagine - no less cathartic.

-

To V,

Where to start? Wanting to say many things to you is ironic since I was the one to insist we never speak again.

You were my first romantic experience as an adult. Embarrassing to admit I knew better and still bound myself to you for those couple of years.

Having that lesson of, “just because you can doesn’t mean you should” slapping me in the face repeatedly, whilst I turned a blind eye to both of our lawlessness still makes me wince a little.

I wasn’t “mature for my age”. It was neither appropriate nor right, and yet I cannot deny that you cared for and wanted well for me.

I hope you know I wish well for you too, and whilst I’m happy for what I learned from you, if time granted me a second chance to “do the right thing”, I absolutely would.

May you find the fulfilment you so wrongfully convinced yourself you found in me, in yourself and your own.

To C,

Ahh, the perfect rebound… until you ghosted me 😂 I hope you know I still think of your endless compliments whenever I see that picture of myself in the green top with my hair blowing in the breeze in Ibiza’s golden hour.

You were cute, a fun time and what I needed. I shouldn’t have pushed for more; especially when I damn well knew I was trying to recreate something I wasn’t going to find again.

“Let’s read a book together.” - still one of the hottest things a man has ever said to me. Bravo 👏🏽

Hope you got that qualification you “needed to study for” and that you finished The Book Thief.

To M,

I hope you’re happy. You were sweet, kind, good-hearted, kind-natured and caring. That’s what made your carnal side so hot. That’s what made your fuck ups so frustrating.

You lacked confidence in yourself and made it everyone else’s problem. I molly-coddled you too much, that was my undoing.

You deserve to feel worthy in yourself and find someone who can reflect it back into your own eyes everyday. I hope you find her soon, if you haven’t already.

To H,

We could have had it all…

That one brief night with you still lingers in my memories even now, all these years later. You outsmarted me first with your Murakami reference I’m still kicking myself for not getting and then you silenced me with your bold, unwavering wit.

“Am I wrong?”

“uhm, no”

😮‍💨

Not to mention you were 6’5…

😵‍💫

Whomever is looking up at you currently, she’s a lucky lucky girl.

To B,

After all that time I spent getting to know you, your dreams, passions, fantasies, desires, fears and hopes for the future… how you turned out to be a right-winged anti-vaxxer, I’ll never understand 🥴

To S,

I don’t know many other men who would stay up for hours talking to a stranger they barely knew just to wish her a happy birthday. Very sweet.

You were wickedly sexy. Recalling some of your words would bring a smile to my lips and a gentle thrust to my hips.

I wish you had the decency to tell me you were married before you made me see stars during one of your important meetings in your fancy law firm.

Consider that smile morphed into a firm, disgraced line.

Jennifer, you do deserve better, I’m so sorry. Hope you’re thriving, queen ❤️‍🩹

To R,

Rot, bitch.

You were the walking poster-child for narcissism. Faking your sister’s existence, cancer and then death, in order to get close to me and dress it up as being “emotionally vulnerable” instead of “psychotically manipulative” like it was, was genuine insanity.

The fact that you tried to hit me up again a year later, was even more audaciously ludicrous.

I owe my entire life’s gratitude to, “new phone, who dis?”

Hope that dent to your ego knocked you down straight to hell.

To W,

A milestone of an experience.

You seemed unobtainable because I put you on a pedestal you never even asked for. I spent so long being intimidated by you, only to get to know you and realise how alike we were.

You were cool, passionate and self-aware; more easy-going and approachable than I’d ever have been able to fathom.

Your praise still makes me happy.

I’ll see you on the battlefield, fellow ambitious revolutionary! 🤺

To D,

You were the most platonic of them all and what a pleasure it was.

A spontaneous 6-hour long conversation turned into an atypical friendship.

I’m glad brighter days are before you now.

I will get round to reading your essay and listening to that playlist you made me one day.

In the meantime, give your dog a kiss from me 🐾

To A,

Your disliking of Mean Girls should have been 🚩 number 1.

You lurked in the grey, that was your superpower.

Your sense of nuance, empathy and grace was immeasurable. Your ability to wound without blinking an eye was equally staggering.

Other than the movie recs, I am contrite about it all.

Everytime a R.E.M song comes on my shuffle, I scoff.

It all got so sinister and the lack of closure of all the grim details just made for a relief. Be gone.

…and last but not least (ignoring the title), the person that kick-started my endless emotional damnation…

To M,

I don’t think I’d be embarrassed if you ever came to find out just how many years I spent listening to I Almost Do - Taylor Swift, crying about us.

I’d never expressed myself emotionally or sexually to another before you. I’ve not been that starkly vulnerable since.

That phone call you failed to answer was one of the most painful experiences of my life, but I’m thankful for it. It was the wake-up call I needed.

We were never going to work. It was never supposed to even be real. But it was. At least, for me and what I knew of love then.

Your text coming through after months of silence was the best 18th birthday present I received. I sometimes find myself wishing I could remember what it said.

I think you’re over me - it wouldn’t have been as difficult for you; I was always the one more invested - we both knew that.

I’m happy, glad, relieved and proud to say I’m over it too. Growing up meant realising we weren’t equal, healthy or right for each other.

I picture you married now. Kids maybe.

It doesn’t really hurt much to think of you like that anymore - it just is what it likely is.

I’m willing to bet you think about me, though. Once in a while. A fleeting flutter of unexpected nostalgia. Just like I do of you.

I still try to catch a glimpse of you whenever I drive past. I don’t even know if you still live there.

I don’t really know anything about you anymore.

I remember you though. And my promise.

Tree. Love. 57.

I don’t think I actually will do it. But remember it, I will.

I don’t know how to end this one. Apt really, seeing as though we didn’t have an ending ourselves. We were never great at goodbyes. We just let the air go cold and stale.

For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.

Maybe in another life we can reconnect as friends and keep it that way.

Somewhere in Luino.

-

For the last year of my twenties, this is me unburdening myself from the jumbled chaos I’ve kept myself trapped within amongst the ghosts of all these memories.

My thirties will wholeheartedly be for me and I shall be stepping into them without looking back. ✨

[likecastle]

Nancy tying Robin up

Hi, anon! Thanks for this prompt. I had a good time with this one. Here you go! Bondage to follow, obviously. Not super explicit sex, but definitely mature. Reference to the fact that the sex Robin and Nancy have may not always be entirely responsible.

“Are you sure it’s not too tight?” Nancy asks, and Robin sighs.

“It’s fine.”

Nancy frowns. “You’re sure? Test your wrists again for me.”

Robin half-heartedly pulls her wrists where they’re tied to the headboard. “See? They’re fine.”

This isn’t exactly how she’d been hoping this would go. When they were shopping for their new bed, she’d stopped in front of this wrought-iron bedframe and whispered to Nancy, “This would be perfect for tying me to, the next time I get on your nerves.” Nancy had whipped out her checkbook so fast it almost made Robin’s head spin, and then hustled them home so she could fuck Robin with her wrists pinned over her head, not even tied but tangled in her undershirt because neither of them could be bothered to get it all the way off. Robin had come so hard she couldn’t stop shaking for twenty minutes afterward, just thinking about the very scenario she finds herself currently in. Only it’s not so sexy now, with Nancy tense with frustration and fiddling with the knots yet again. This has none of the reckless urgency of their most thrilling sex, when desire drives Nancy to do things that, with a cooler head, she would never even consider.

And the thing is, Robin knows. She’s read all the theory, she’s been to the workshops at her local feminist bookstore. She knows that what Nancy is doing right now is the responsible thing, the loving thing. But the problem is, she’s bored. They’ve done enough laying ground rules and touching base. At this point, she’s distracted and kind of cold and tired of talking about this instead of actually doing it. She wants Nancy to hold her down and make her come until she stops thinking about anything but how good she feels.

“Hey, Nance?” Robin says. When Nancy doesn’t look up right away, she wiggles the fingers of one of her bound hands and says, “Helloooo? Earth to Nancy!”

Nancy huffs out a sigh and looks pointedly at her. “Yes?”

Robin gives Nancy her an insouciant smile. “I was just wondering if we were going to get around to having sex anytime soon?”

Nancy draws herself up indignantly. “I’m trying—”

“Because if not,” Robin cuts in, “could you hand me the phone? I was thinking about ordering a pizza, since apparently I’m going to be here for a while.”

Nancy purses her lips, her shoulders straightening into that combative set Robin knows so well. “If you’re not going to take this seriously, I’ll untie you and we can stop right now.”

“Oh, I’m taking this very seriously,” Robin drawls, and Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Obviously.”

“Actually,” Robin continues blithely, “I think you’re the one who doesn’t really appreciate just how serious the situation is.”

“Oh, really,” Nancy snaps. “I’m not the one cracking jokes and whining like a bored child.”

“That’s true,” Robin admits. “But here you are playing Boy Scout and practicing your double hitch overhand knot—”

“That is not a real thing,” Nancy cuts in.

“—instead of tending to the needs of your devoted and, might I add, extremely horny girlfriend.” For added emphasis, she opens her legs, and even though she’s still wearing her underwear, she can see Nancy’s eyes go dark at the sight of her spread thighs. “So if I were you,” Robin continues innocently, “I’d stop dicking around and come fuck me already.”

A look of impish annoyance flashes across Nancy’s face. “You little brat,” Nancy says, reaching down to twist one of Robin’s nipples through her undershirt. It hurts enough that Robin jerks up from the mattress, hissing in pain, but more than that it makes her cunt ache in anticipation of even more delicious torment to come. “You were trying to wind me up.”

Robin looks up at Nancy, kneeling above her with a familiar expression that promises her she’s going to regret this in the very best way, and offers her cheekiest grin. “Is it working?”

[khr-guilded-cage]

Sawada Nana's Breakdown

The Vongola didn’t hesitate to use Nana’s fragile state as a tool to manipulate Yuka into forming a bond with her cousin by marriage. Sawada Nana, a shell of her former self, was caught in a whirlwind of grief and delusions, clinging to the idea of family as her lifeline. They believed that if Yuka connected with Nana, she might feel obligated to stay, to shoulder the burden of keeping the family together and protect and take care of the delusional frail civilian woman. And use Nana (and her clueness and naiveness) against Yuka.

Yuka didn’t pitied her much, the naive trusting woman put strangers in her house, called Tsuna useless, watched and giggled at her son's abuse. And still loving the husband that got Tsuna killed. Said man never visited after Tsuna's death.

Iemitsu haven't visit Nana since Tsuna went 'missing' and just told her to not file missing people reports because he was probally killed.

Nana, for her part, leaned heavily into the role she was given, though whether it was by her own volition or the result of her fragile mental state was unclear. She tried to mother Yuka in the same air-headed, overbearing way that she had clung to the illusion of a perfect family. “You shouldn’t be so disrespectful to darling Iemitsu,” she scolded once, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and desperation. “He’s done so much for this family. For you. He loves us.”

Yuka, ever defiant, crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Respect is earned, not demanded, Sawada” she shot back, her words cutting through Nana’s delusion like a blade.

Nana’s face crumpled, her breathing quickened, and her hands shook as she gripped the back of a chair. Her voice rose, nearing hysteria. “You don’t understand! Darling Iemitsu has sacrificed so much! You can’t talk about him like that! We are family!”

The room fell silent as Yuka stood her ground, her lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt, not for her words but for how easily Nana seemed to shatter. Still, Yuka refused to be pulled into this web of manipulation disguised as concern. She knew the Vongola’s game and wasn’t about to play along, even if Nana was caught in the crossfire.

Nana...keep showing up in her room, with her annoying apathetic cheerfulness and bringing them food and refreshments and attempt to mother Yuka, sometimes seeking physical contact, seeking comfort and wanting to stay and spend time with her 'niece' and talk about cooking together like women, get to know her....its always refused and firmly told to leave. No matter how much the woman sobbed or pounted or cried or looked sadly at Yuka, Touka showed her the door, Akari called her a crazy bitch to her face and Yuka insinted on begin called 'Uchiha-san'.

"Please call me Mama, Yu-chan," Nana would say sweetly, her tone insistent. "We need to be close, like mother and daughter."

Yuka, irritated, would snap back, "I’m not your daughter, Sawada. I don’t need you to be my mother."

Nana treated Yuka as if she were a little girl, calling her 'Yu-chan' even talking about pink dresses and make up as if Yuka’s own style wasn't a pratical black and blue and red clothes more suited for combat.

Yuka refused to eat Nana’s food, and the brown-haired woman keep looking sadly at her, she clearly had some happy delusions.

Her expectations were high, yet completely out of touch with Yuka’s own desires and the world in general. The crazy woman had some delusional vision a happy family and how women should act in said family that made the brown-haired woman cling on her and chase her around any time she saw the girl.

“We should cook together, Yu-chan." Nana would say, cheerful. “It’s important to take care of the boys, you know. They need someone who can cook them a proper meal, just like I do for my darling Iemitsu. Like a family."

They got into daily arguments about Iemitsu, often ending with Nana crying her eyes out about Yuka begin a 'mean child' to her perfect husband just like her useless son. Even if Yuka just tried to leave in spite of Iemitsu's gushing about 'family time', Nana would just pout cutely and tell Yuka she needed to obey her darling husband or just start sobbing at Yuka for not pretending hers is not a broken family.

Given how Sawada Iemitsu acted, he clearly expected she would 'play nice' in the naive woman's presence and entretain her fixations, a 'social trap' of sort to make the pale girl be polite to Iemitsu and even allow him to manipulate her easily. The housewife's naive and airheadness made her snap at her multiple times and often tell her to fuck the hell off and even Akari just started to openly refer her as 'that Sawada bitch'.

Nana looked nearly damn desperate when Iemitsu visited her at the mansion. She clung to every interaction, acting the part of a perfect, doting wife to her missing husband, as though trying to keep her rose-tinted world intact. When he suggested she should “get to know her beloved uncle,” Nana seized on the idea with fervor, turning to her with conviction.

She was determined in making Yuka 'bond' with Iemitsu.

The woman ambushed her one evening with Iemitsu snoring and drunk on the couch and Nana trying to coerce Yuka to serve drinks and cooking her 'uncle' food as 'training' for her future husband.

Iemitsu stationed his men at the dinner room's doors, their presence a silent but unmistakable barrier. The CEDEF boss keep trying to stop Yuka from leaving Namimori, ordering her 'home' and calling her 'little Yu-chan' as if they were family.

Hoshi was not happy. Iemitsu keep changelling the man - violently - and Yuka was five minutes from openning the blond's throat with her sword.

But the requests soon turned into demands. Nana hovered constantly, watching Yuka’s every move as if afraid she would disappear at any moment. If Yuka was out of sight for too long, Nana would spiral into a panic, wandering the house and calling her name with an edge of hysteria. When she found Yuka—whether in the garden, her room, or sneaking off to plan her next adventure—Nana would cling to her like a lifeline, insisting they spend more time together.

“Why my baby won't stay with me?,” Nana would plead, placing her hand on her cheek, holding Yuka’s hand as though letting go would shatter her. “I get so lonely, I want you to take care of me.”

Nana’s anorexia, insonia and stress made her constantly ill, Touka informed she was having terrible nightmares too since Tsuna went 'missing'. And demaded care, Yuka’s care, maybe because she was a girl? And girls are caretakers? Why Nana wasn't after her husband? The woman keep dropping hints about always wanting a daughter and how she missed her useless lazy Tsu-kun.

Yuka tried to set boundaries, but Nana would brush them aside. If Yuka retreated to her room, Nana would quietly enter late at night to check if she was still there, standing over her as she slept. Once Yuka locked the door and Nana keep trying to break in to watch her sleep every night, going into a hysterical panic attack when the door didn't open.

The situation worsened as Nana’s physical health declined. She became frailer, thinner and often didn't sleep, her once-bright demeanor dimming under the weight of her own grief and delusions. Yet, she refused to acknowledge her limits, insisting on cooking for Iemitsu or cleaning despite trembling hands and labored breaths.

One evening, when Yuka announced she would be leaving for a few days, Nana’s composure crumbled. “You can’t leave, I...!” she looked ready to faint again. “I need you here. Your home is here with me! You are not leaving my sight,” Nana said, trying to sound like a protective mother. Her panic spiraled into a near-physical collapse, clutching her chest and nearly stopped breathing as Yuka stood frozen, caught between guilt and exasperation.

Yuka tried to calm her, but it was clear Nana’s state was far beyond what anyone in the house could handle. Her insistence on mothering, on forcing a bond that wasn’t there, had taken a toll on them both. It was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.

When Yuka did went to Namimori to solve a few things with her official Guardians, Nana 'surprised' her with the fact she made a room in the Sawada Household for her, all baby pink and princess-like and delicate decorated for a five-years old little girl, Nana cheerful told her that this is her home now and she will never let her leave.

The kunoichi stayed in a hotel nearby, left the town within five days. This resulted in Nana screaming and chasing after Yuka, trying to grab her while sobbing and begging her to stay. She has to be hospitalizated by Touka after her mental breadown.

Another time, where Nana had been confined to bed with IVs in her arms due barely managing to walk to the bedroom without assistence, Yuka visited her briefly, but attempted to leave shortly after.

"Okay, Yu-chan, but if you don’t come back, I am ripping off the IV and going after you." Nana said, trying to sound like lioness protecting her cub.

Yuka paused and raised a eyebrown. "Do it, then." She said flatly. Nana blinked, stunned. "You are not worth saving."

Nana herself put the idea on her head that 'Iemitsu's motherless niece' would be coming to Namimori to take care of her, and for her to care for the girl without a mother.

The crazy woman needed a good slap to the face, Iemitsu did told her its for the best they just went along and keep Nana in the dark and with her delusions...while taking care of her. Yuka though otherwise.

....

Nana’s fragile mental state had been deteriorating for years, but it finally reached a breaking point. Grief, delusions, and her obsession with recreating a picture-perfect family had consumed her entirely. She would wander the household aimlessly, mumbling to herself about happy family dinners and how everything would go back to normal when Iemutsu came home. Looking at Yuka hopefully and obssessed while trying to make her stay in Namimori. Her scoldings and clingness of Yuka grew sharper and more frantic, often veering into incoherent rants about cooking, family, and how perfect Iemitsu had done so much for them all.

One evening, after Yuka once again refused to sit through one of Nana’s forced “family meals,” Nana erupted. Her face flushed, her hands trembled violently, and her voice cracked as she screamed, “Don't talk about Iemitsu like that! Why you are such a difficult child?" She cried.

When Yuka turned to leave, refusing to be dragged into yet another emotional tirade, Nana’s composure completely shattered. She collapsed onto the floor, clutching her head and sobbing uncontrollably, rocking back and forth as her cries echoed through the house.

Sawada Nana was admited to the mental hospital two days later and diagnosticated with depression, anorexia, insonia and delusional insanity.

She didn’t hate Nana—how could she?—but she couldn’t live under the crushing weight of the woman’s delusions any longer. It wasn’t healthy for either of them.

She was one of Tsuna's main shackles, to keep the boy from leaving Namimori and forcing him to play nice to his sperm donor, the emotional abuse and neglect also keep him more broken and tamed.

The frail woman had a mental breakdown and keep screaming and crying about her perfect family and darling Iemitsu all the time, wont stop demanding everyone to give her Tsu-chan back to her

[mikuni14]

Perhaps because of how angry, frustrated and irritated I was with the last episode, I can't stop thinking about Living With Him 😭 Regardless, it's a really good reminder of how much of a negative impact low self-esteem and easy giving up can have on important things in your life. I take it very personally because I have exactly the same tendency, I always felt like I was inferior and not properly "qualified" for everything . And this is very bad, because, for example, I often found myself not wanting to apply for a job "because they definitely won't choose me" or "because there is definitely someone better for this position than me." This is exactly what Living With Him shows, and what I hate so much - because I can't stand this trait in myself and I see how terrible it looks from the outside.

About the series: perhaps I would look at it differently if I saw these boys making some minimal effort to overcome it (I know it's hard, but I want to see them try), to - and this is the most important thing for me - FIGHT FOR THEMSELVES, FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP, FOR THEIR LOVE.

Watching Ryo create wild scenarios in his head and NEVER say anything directly was very irritating. Because it was more or less like this:

Kazuhito confesses his love to Ryo

Kazuhito is invited to a group date

Kazuhito clearly and firmly refuses

Ryo: well, that's it. Kazuhito is so cool and popular, I won't tell him how I feel, it will be better for him (completely ignoring Kazuhito's feelings and his WORDS)

Or:

Kazuhito confesses his love to Ryo

Kazuhito's mother makes a casual remark that most parents in the world make about wanting their child to take over the family business, about that child starting a family, without even meaning anything bad - at least at that moment

Ryo: well, that's it. Of course there's no place for me here, I'd better step down immediately so that Kazuhito can find a wife and fulfill his mother's dreams. It will be better for him this way. Better hurry up and run before Kazuhito returns.

The worst thing about these "noble" actions is that they are actually very selfish, *I* know what is best for the other person, *I* know best what they want, even if that person said exactly the opposite. *I* don't have to ask them because *I* know, *I* am the good one in all of this, *I* am doing the right thing. In such behavior there is no room for the other person, for their true dreams, desires and, above all, FOR HER CHOICE.

It's just as painful to watch Kazuhito, who confessed his love to Ryo, left it for him to deal with, without once addressing it, without trying to do something about it, to win over his beloved, to hit on him, seduce, court him a little, win him over, to present himself as an option to be partner in a love relationship. Then he withdrew everything and acted weirldy, which only intensified the confusion in Ryo's head and heart. Again, he thought he's doing the right thing for Ryo, but not asking him about his answear, his feelings directly. He just made the decision for him.

That's what I miss in this series. Some internal struggle, struggles with each other, arguments, even fights, tension, jealousy, important moments when their relationship moves to a new level, when there is some shift, when they grow and develop. I know I'm boring when I keep bringing up I Cannot Reach You, but this series really shows it perfectly. The story is also very similar: a popular, "perfect", handsome boy has always had a crush on his "not perfect" friend, this friend finds out about it quite early in the series and from then on the tension between them can be cut with a knife. There are also attempts to give space, but there are also scenes when they cannot control their feelings and are all over each other. There are scenes when they try to behave nice and nobly, but there are also scenes where they are aggressive and fight with each other. And there is also a scene where the "imperfect" boy wonders how someone like him can gain the affections of someone so perfect, to which Mr. Perfect reacts with fury - gosh, this scene was so very good. Oh, and Mr. Perfect is moody and gets angry at his crush quite often, which is so good.

But what I liked about I Cannot Reach You (and many other favorite series) is that you can see from the characters that they want to be with each other and repeatedly fight for their love, one way or another, sometimes they're so bad at it and they mess up 😆 Even if it takes them a lot of time, even if they are struggling with problems, even if they are jealous, they still want to be with the other person, even if they fight with each other. And they talk to each other, even when they shout at each other :) They also talk to others, family or friends about how things are not working out for them, when the struggle. But what I hate is giving up without a fight and assuming you know what's best for the other person. And above all, lack of communication. My main problem with this is that it does not bode well for the relationship in the future, because it will mean that whatever problems such a couple will have, the most possible scenario of how they will deal with it will be to avoid the problem, avoid talking about this problem, avoiding talking about their personal problems with the other person, removing themselvesself from the situation, literally from the room, running away from the problem, assuming that they know what their partner wants or thinks, instead of asking them about it. And, well, that's not romantic at all 🙂

[bumblingbabooshka]

This ask is nsft

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Hold up hold up hold up bro. Your tags. They are making me Think.

Do you... do you think Tom is into being cucked?? Like, he's obsessed with making people cheat on their partners but not even with him and then he basically tells Harry he enjoys being romantically rejected like, sir?? Are you trying to tell us something???

I think Tom more likes being uhhh....like, what's a lesser version of playing the victim? He likes having something to be lightly angsty and miserable about in my mind. If he was actually in a cuck situation like for real I can't see him enjoying it - he'd just be jealous and angry. He's also just very insecure and prone to thinking negatively so even if that sort of situation came to pass I can imagine it slowly devastating him over the course of several weeks - it wouldn't be great let's say HEHEHE...In MY mind. His weird thing for trying to get people to cheat on their partners reads to me as either convoluted projection (Ex: Harry gets with a woman that I introduced him to - that's me in his sex life it's like we're having sex. I hate that this woman is having sex with Harry and not me God I love Harry I hope he's happy I wish he'd break up with her she's not good enough for him etc etc) <- This until he passes out. or him wanting to .... almost bring another person down morally so he feels better about himself? The two people we see him do this (this = meddling in the romantic/sexual life of) with repeatedly are Harry & Tuvok who are both 'Gold Standard, Exemplary, Upright' people in their own respects. Harry's a model Starfleet officer, an excellent friend, the kind of person you just want to like and who's earnest about wanting to like you too. He has parents who love him, he's optimistic, perfect golden boy who saved Tom's life a thousand times in Tom's eyes. Meanwhile Tuvok is also an exemplary officer and a very...strict? individual. He's Vulcan so that's alien to Tom but as far as Vulcans go he's a very 'Vulcan-Vulcan'. One might say a model Vulcan? AND (which I think Tom would care about more) Tuvok is a very loyal person. He's loyal to Janeway, to Starfleet, to his wife, he's not insecure - he doesn't second guess himself and he doesn't seem to even have a DESIRE not to be which I think Tom would hate, even if only subconsciously. <- I think consciously he'd just be like "He needs to lighten up a little!" My personal theory is that with Harry, Tom is more lightheartedly wanting him to 'Let loose! Have fun!' like I don't think he resents Harry (because he loves & admires him), he just wants to be close to him. Extremely close. The closest. If HARRY'S best friend is HIM....well <3 While Tuvok...I could see him harboring some (again convoluted, weird) resentment there. I can imagine him being legitimately frustrated by Tuvok's unwavering and seemingly effortless discipline and loyalty because those aren't traits Tom has and seemingly believes are unattainable or superficial. He seems like the type of guy who'd be like "Well sure everyone WANTS to [cheat on their partner]." Do you know what sort of guy I'm talking about? Like, well EVERYONE /WANTS/ to do this but they don't because xyz. Like, the fact that Tuvok was attracted to Noss but DIDN'T give in to that and betray T'Pel really was whipping that man into a frenzy because in Tom's mind if Tuvok is attracted to Noss and she reciprocates, WHY would you not give in??? There's NO reason...You might never see T'Pel again and even if you did - it's not like she'd have to know! If logical Tuvok does [moral wrongdoing] then what chance could Tom POSSIBLY have of not doing [moral wrongdoing] as well? Though I don't think Tom is the introspective sort of guy so I don't think he'd even notice these sorts of reoccurring behaviors let alone analyze them. He'd probably be more likely to say something like "It just annoys me!"