#the power of an all nighter can put me to bed. hopefully probably

[lakesbian]

if i am very brave and competent at sleeping tonight i can read worm tomorrow....

[sweethq]

♡ how you became friends with them // headcanon

𑁍 Characters: Oikawa Tōru, Kuroo Tetsurō, Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Kōshi

»»—Trigger warning(s): none—-««

➶ Genre: hmmm fluff?

-ˏˋ A/N: i’m an absolute hoe for all of them, I just had to put them in the same post ˊˎ-

Click here for part 1!

your nephew’s friends were going to the park to play volleyball and he wouldn’t stop begging you to take him

both of his parents were at work, forcing you to keep an eye on the little booger

all you wanted to do was stay home and watch terrible reality shows

but you decided to be nice and grant him his wish

besides, it would be nice to leave the house every once and awhile lol

when you got to the park you saw your nephew’s friends playing volleyball with a guy who was definitely not their age

“do you know that guy?” you ask the young one standing next to you, hoping that the older boy in the distance wasn’t some creep that was preying on children

“yeah, that’s _____’s uncle. he’s really good at volleyball so he likes to come and show off”

what kind of grown ass man would want to show off his skills to a bunch of 9 year olds lmao

you didn’t question it any further and took a seat on a nearby bench while your nephew ran to his friends

after about two minutes of scrolling through your phone, your nephew returns

“tooru wants you to come play volleyball with us”

“did you tell him that i don’t know anything about volleyball?”

“yup. come on, let’s go”

deadass pulls your phone out of your hand, grabs your arm, and drags you over to the group

he was freakishly strong for his age

“hi! i’m tooru, what’s your name?”

“uh, i’m y/n”

“cool! do you want to play volleyball with us?”

“do i have a choice?”

“nope!”

he quickly goes over the gist of the game and shows you how to position your arms for a receive and how to spike the ball

honestly most of it went through one ear and out the other, but you nodded as if you understood everything he was saying

you finally started the mock match, you and tooru on opposing sides

first play into the game, tooru serves it (at like 30% power from his usual serves) and it’s coming straight for you

instead of taking a step backwards so you can receive it, you just stare at it until it hits you dead in the face hAAA

all of the kids started laughing while tooru stood there in shock

who would’ve known this would be the start to an amazing friendship

we all know, math is FREAKING HARD

and the fact that you had to learn about imaginary numbers irked the hell out of you

they don’t even exist, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS

but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it

your teacher could see you visibly struggling with this lesson, even seeing that you nearly failed one of your quizzes

she pulled you to the side after class one day and told it to you straight

“if you don’t get a B on this next test, you’re going to have to retake this class”

“y-you expect me to get a B?!!!?!?!?!?”

yeah the rest of the day you were depressed lol

how in the world were you supposed to magically understand all of the material within the next week?

that’s where smartboi!kuroo comes along

he approaches you during lunch, taking the empty seat in front of you

you just kinda 👁️👄👁️

“hi so i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with our math teacher. i can help you if you want. i don’t know if you know this, but i’m kinda good at math”

he gave you one of his infamous smirks, making you scoff

you had never talked to kuroo before, but he had a reputation around school for being arrogant and cold

“please tell me why i would want help from you?”

“because if you don’t get help then you’re probably going to fail this class and have to retake it, and we both know that’s not what you want.”

you hate that he’s right

“ugh fine”

over the course of that week you and kuroo hung out every day after school

and you found out that he’s nothing like what people say he is, he’s just a big nerd

you start to become fond of him, liking how patient he is with you and how much effort he’s putting into your tutoring sessions

by the end of the week, you’re actually able to call him a friend

and you got a B on the test :p

you were not a morning person

you were the type or person that needed to set 50 alarms in the morning just so you’d wake up for school

unfortunately, sometimes 50 alarms still isn’t enough to keep you from falling back asleep

one morning, you closed your eyes after turning off your alarm, knowing that another one will go off in 10 minutes. I’ll get up then, you tell yourself

what you didn’t know is that the alarm you turned off happened to be the last one

you wandered back to sleep and waited for the alarm that never went off

when you woke up, you checked your phone and saw that you were most definitely running late

you quite literally jumped out of bed and threw on your uniform and shoes before grabbing your backpack and running out the door

you didn’t even bother grabbing something to eat or checking the weather, two things you usually did every morning

you sprinted towards the bus stop, hoping that you didn’t just miss it and have to wait for another

but of course, as you’re approaching, you see the bus depart

and, to make matters even better, it was starting to rain

you made your way to the bus stop, standing under the small roof for shelter from the rain, staring at the bus that was slowly getting smaller

you sigh loudly while taking out your phone, finding the bus schedule only to see that the next one won’t be coming for another 20 minutes

school starts in 15, which is around the same time it would take to run there

but at this point, it wasn’t just raining, it was absolutely downpouring. but what choice did you have?

you prepared yourself to ruin into the rain, but before you could leave the shelter of the roof above you, a cold hand grabbed onto your wrist

you turned around to see sugawara, a boy who was in your third period class

he reached into his backpack and pulled out an umbrella before handing it to you

“here, use this. if you run to school in this weather, you might catch a cold”

“no, that’s okay. if i take this, then you might catch a cold. plus, it’s your umbrella, you should use it”

he laughed before grabbing your hand and placing the umbrella in it

before you could protest, he pulled his hood over his head and ran into the rain

you were dumbfounded, but decided not to waste any more time and make your way to school

you returned his umbrella to him when you saw him in class, and bought him lunch as a thank you

found out that you guys live in the same direction, and decided to walk to and from school together

now you don’t need 50 alarm clocks, knowing that suga will beat ur ass if you’re not ready to leave by the time he gets to your house lol

it was the week before finals, so you were doing the same thing that most students were doing

pulling all nighters at the library and drinking way too much coffee

it was approximately 2:30 in the morning when you were approaching the last class you needed to study for

the problem was, you had left your textbook for that class at home (freaking idiot)

thankfully for you, the library had one in stock that you could borrow for free

you wandered around the building that was surprisingly empty

on most days, every seat would be filled regardless of the time, everyone wanting to cram as much knowledge into their heads before their big exams

you finally found the section you were looking for and started scouting the bookshelves for the textbook you desired

after a solid 10 minutes of grazing through hundreds of books, your eyes finally fall onto the one you’ve been looking for

the only problem was

it was on the top shelf

and you were definitely not tall enough to reach it

but were you going to ask someone to help you get the book like a normal person?

of course not

no, the only logical answer to this problem would to be to climb the bookcase and use the tips of your finger to hopefully bring the book into your grasp

so that’s what you did,,,, kinda

the book was just out of your reach, so you started to swat at it like a cat, hoping the momentum would make your reach a tad longer

and it did!

but instead of you grabbing the book, your arm decided to fling it off the shelf

and right onto the head of a pretty boy who happened to be standing right beneath you

“oh my god are you oka-” *falls off the bookcase*

you were surprisingly able to land on your feet, but you twisted your ankle in the process

“are you okay?” akaashi asked, seeing the pain flash in your eyes

“I should be asking you that, i just dropped my book on your head :(“

akaashi was definitely not planning on spending his friday night in a nurses office with some clumsy person that drops books on people’s heads

and he definitely didn’t appreciate having to be checked for a concussion when he could be using this valuable time for studying

but when he was given the all clear and your ankle was wrapped, you offered him your last onigiri as a peace offering

instantly forgets about the whole incident and becomes a happy puppy

you find out that you guys are studying for the same class so decide to combine your brains and study together

study buddies 4 life!

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I love love love writing Seokjin prompts, so thanks again @btsfangirl1999 for requesting it!

Sorry for taking so long but I promise I'm working on everything as soon as I have time and inspiration!

Also thanks to my lovely beta for reading through this mess I call my writing. I'd be lost without you, girl❤🔥

Hope you enjoy!💞

Prompts:

A.) 94. Why the hell are you on the floor? + 95. I'm so tired, it hurts when I close my eyes

Word count: 5783

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The distant ringing in the back of your mind has you writhing underneath the comforting cover of your blanket. In a silent act of protest you instictively wrap the soft fabric tighter around your body, burying your face in your pillow in hopes of drowning out the annoying noise. Obviously though, the torture doesn't magically stop on its own.

About three more minutes in and you finally admit defeat. Groaning in dispair you rip the sheets off of you in one swift movement and slowly roll on your back to extend one arm in the general direction of where your phone is supposed to be.

Without actually being able to see what you're doing, it takes you a few seconds to locate it and press the power botton on its top to cut the alarm off for good. Sighing in content at the peaceful moment of silence you allow yourself to simply lie there a bit longer before you eventually sit up straight, so you won't be tempted to just fall asleep again.

Forcing yourself to pry your eyes open you blink against the blinding screen of your phone to check the time. There is still about twenty minutes left before you have to leave for university, thank God. With all the willpower you're able to muster you heave yourself out of bed and waddle through the corridor leading to your bathroom to proceed with your usual morning routine.

Examining your puffy face in the mirror while brushing your teeth you make an unsatisfied noise in the back of your throat and grimace at your reflection. You don't have time or motivation to conceal your sleep deprived expression with make-up and usually you don't care much about things like that anyways, but seeing the dark circles under your eyes you really wish you could just crawl back into bed and hide from your responsibilities until you're finally well rested for once.

Hearing your phone buzz on the side of the sink you look at the message that popped up on screen and sigh. With finals week coming up there is usually no space for personal life already and you knew it was a stupid idea the moment you agreed to help one of your friends to plan the project for one of their classes but you just didn't have it in you to tell them no. They'd do the same for you when you need them someday. ... right?

While rinsing your mouth you brush your hair absendmindetly and stare blankly at your reflection, thinking about your plans for the day. You'll need to meet up with your friend after classes and then you have to work the evening shift at the café before rereading your notes for the first exam coming up next Monday. You can do this. No problem. You've gone through worse things in your life.

Still, as you set aside your hairbrush and reluctantly make your way downstairs to the kitchen, you can feel how every muscle in your body protests with just the tiniest movement. Walking down the circular shaped staircase has somehow made you a bit dizzy and you have to take a moment to lean against the nearest wall for support when you feel a light headache spread from your neck upwards all the way to your forhead. Probably because you've pulled an all-nighter last night again.

Seokjin would definitely scold you if he found out, he always tells you to slow down when you get like this. Of course you never listen. Good thing you didn't actually see each other the last few days even though you live together, because you're both too busy with your own lives. The only time you would have the chance to talk to each other is either in the morning before heading out, or on rare occasions at lunch break when you don't meet up with anyone else.

It seems like you've missed your chance for today though because it's so silent around the house that you assume the acting major is already out and about again and even though you don't want to admit it, you're starting to really miss having him around all the time.

It's not common for two university students of the opposite gender to be roommates and you often have to endure judging stares or rude comments about your undefined relationship with your handsome friend.

You don't mind, though. If they're nice enough to ask you about what's going on between Seokjin and you, you'd gladly explain that you're just very close friends, for the time being at least, and if they prefer side-eyeing you from afar then you'd simply ignore them. It's not their business anyways.

Yawning, you turn on the coffee machine and then make your way to the fridge to search for something to eat that will hopefully get you through most of the day. To your surprise there's a box with food placed right in the middle for you to see, with a bright blue sticky-note attached to its lid and you instantly pray that it's what you think it is.

You take the box to read the note to make sure the contents are really meant for you and not reserved for your roommate since he's the only one who could have put it there and you don't want to risk getting into a fight over food with Seokjin of all people. You only tried to get away with stealing his food once and decided right after that it wasn't worth the eventual consequences ever again. You actually value your life, thank you very much.

One look at the note is enough to tell you that the food is in fact meant for you though. It's even your absolute favorite and at the thought of your roommates' skilled cooking, your mouth automatically starts watering. Maybe your day won't turn out to be as draining and horrible as you originally thought it would. Seokjin made apparently more on purpose so, and quote: 'your lazy ass doesn't starve before you pay me back for the last seven months of living at my apartment for free'. His choice of words makes you let out a huff in amusement.

When he had taken you in after you got kicked out of your old dorm in favor of someone else without any warning beforehand you both had come to a silent agreement that you wouldn't speak of how much you owed him, since you can't effort even half the rent to his apartment. It's clear to you that you'll pay him back as soon as you have the chance and Seokjin knows this too, even though he probably doesn't actually expect you to.

Silenty thanking him for his life saving food you pack it into your bag and then grab your phone to thank him via text as well so you won't forget. After hesitating for a short moment you also decide to ask him when he's going to be home today. If there's even the slightest chance you're going to be able to see him for dinner or at least a few hours of lazing on your couch just talking while watching some random movie, you're sure that it'll give you enough motivation to get through the day.

Seokjin immediately opens your message and you can't help but smile when you see that he's already typing a reply. He's always been like this. Always quick to answer your texts or calls, always down to go with every single one of your random ideas that tend to pop up in your head at the craziest of times, just... always there for you when you need him.

Being close friends for so long you know that's just who he is, of course. You know he's a good person and a really loyal friend but still, that little voice in your head keeps whispering that maybe, just maybe, he's so considerate because it's you. That it's not just your wishful thinking and he actually cares about you as much as you care about him. That he'd somehow realize how whipped you are for him and return your feelings instead of trying to let you down gently like he does with all the girls that confessed their crush on him in the last three or four years.

Shaking your head to get rid of your cheesy thoughts you stumble back to the coffee machine to get your mug while still squinting at your phone screen where Seokjin's message just popped up. As expected he's pretty busy today as well and he doesn't know how late it's going to get until he gets home. He tells you not to wait up for him with dinner if it starts getting too late but that he'll try his best to make it on time.

Sighing you brush your hand through your hair before finishing your coffee and putting your mug down on the kitchen counter to clean it later. It wasn't a 'no'. So it could happen, ... right? You decide it's not going to be of any good to think about it too much and instead make your way back upstairs to change into some proper clothes. It's almost time for you to leave for university anyway. You try to think positive and tie your hair into a ponytail before putting on your shoes.

You'll just have to survive the next 11 hours, then you'll finally be able to rest. And maybe you'll even see Seokjin again and have dinner with him tonight. So with this promising thought in mind you eventually step out the door of your apartment to get on with your day.

~

Stepping inside your own four walls you almost start crying in relief when you're finally able to get out of your shoes. You're burned out. The only thing on your mind right now is to sleep for at least 12 hours straight before even thinking of anything else. Unfortunatly though, you still got a few things on your to-do list for today, so you'll have to settle for a quick power nap.

Shrugging out of your jacket you just drop it on your way to the couch, not caring about anything else other than your well deserved rest. You grab the remote and turn on the TV with low volume to let the background noises lull you to sleep and then drop yourself backwards on the couch. Or that's what you thought.

Having misjudged the distance between you and the soft cushions you only scratch their surface before your fall continues and you land on the hard floor with a loud thud. The impact has you holding your breath in shock and while your mind is trying to catch up with your body you instinctively reach up to hold your head in your hands a few moments before the pain even kicks in.

You let out a pathetic groan and slowly roll over to lie on your back, swinging one arm over your face without moving a second time, too tired to try and get up again. It's what you deserve for not being more aware of your stupid surroundings anyway. And the ground's not even that bad, you tell yourself. There can't go anything else wrong if you don't move, right?

Allowing your heavy eyelids to finally rest for a while you stretch your legs out completely in an attempt to get more comfortable and huff, a little disappointed, because it's not working. The noise of the show that plays on TV is actually stressing you out more than helping you relax so you just press the power button on the remote that's still in your hand since you fell down to turn it back off before you finally admit defeat and just wait for sleep to take over.

That's how Seokjin finds you.

You don't know how much time has passed since you first slipped and fell to the ground just to stay there without moving a muscle when suddenly the front door to your apartment opens, accompanied by the very familiar jingle of keys and a heavy sigh sounding almost as tired as you're feeling.

The urge to stand up and greet your roommate comes up for a moment but the second you try to even so much as shift a bit your headache gets worse and a scorching pain shoots through your neck causing you to let out an almost inaudible groan in defeat.

You pray to every entity your brain comes up with that Seokjin won't find you like this, that he'll just grab a snack from the kitchen and then go upstairs to his room to study or whatever. But of course, like most of the time when it comes to Seokjin, it doesn't go the way you want it to. 'Hey y/n, you there? I'm home!' You can't help but cringe at the loud noise coming all the way from the other side of the room.

It's not because of his voice, you love his voice and on any other day hearing him say your name with so much hope and anticipation coloring his words would have caused your heart to go into a frenzy. Right now, however, you just want him to go away and leave you there to suffer alone until you're feeling better.

As much as you want to call out and tell him where you are, you can't bring yourself to actually answer him. The incredible pain in your neck and the merciless pounding of your head aside, the potential humiliation of him seeing you like this, completely vulnerable and pathetic has you biting your lip as if that would help you to make as little sound as possible.

There's a moment of heavy silence in the room before you can hear him let out a disappointed sigh, probably because he's assuming you aren't there and you immediately feel bad. It's the only choice you have to protect your dignity though, so there's no way around it. You decide you'll make it up to him with breakfast tomorrow instead.

His footsteps seem to lead him in the direction of the kitchen, away from you and you're starting to relax a bit but then he suddenly stops, presumably in the middle of the room. It's silent again and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Your brain is trying to come up with an explanation for what could have made him pause like that and when you hear the shuffling of clothes it suddenly clicks. Your damn jacket.

You dropped it on the ground on your way to the couch. Cursing yourself you press your arm tighter over your closed eyes and bite the inside of your cheek while anxiously waiting for Seokjin to move again. After a few seconds the rustling of clothes picks up again and your instincts scream at you to curl into a ball so he won't be able to find you.

You can pinpoint the exact moment he sees you by his surprised gasp of horror coming from almost right beside you and you can't help but to click your tongue in defeat. 'Y/N?! Oh my fu- ... y/n, are you alright?!' He's by your side in an instant, kneeling at your feet and touching one of your legs oh so delicately to check for any signs that you're alive and well.

Even in your hazy state you're still able to appriciate how careful he's being with touching you. 'Shh... shut up, Seokjin.' Hearing your raspy voice he pauses his attempts to softly shake you awake and even though you don't open your eyes to look at him you know he's probably staring at your covered face like a confused puppy.

'You're alive?! Why the fuck- Do you think it's funny scaring me to death?!' Groaning at the volume of his voice you move one of your legs to kick against his knee softly. 'Unfortunatly, yes. But could you please be quiet, my head hurts like crazy.' Amused by his overly dramatic reaction your voice automaticly takes on a softer tone to show him you're fine and it's then that he finally relaxes a bit.

You can feel his hold on your thigh become weaker and you immediately miss the warmth of his touch when he shifts to get a better look at you. 'Well... I mean I've been told my looks are able to bring girls to their knees and while I'm aware of how easy it is to fall for my handsome face, I'm pretty sure I'm not the reason why you're wiping the floor with your shirt. So why the hell are you on the floor?'

It's kinda funny how he's trying to lighten the mood without even knowing what's going on, you think. His voice is barely above a whisper though and you let out a soft hum to let him know you're going to answer in your own time. He still hasn't moved and you're wondering if he just doesn't know what to do in this situation.

Sighing, you move your arm from your face and reach out to search for him. Once you can feel the rough fabric of his jeans under your fingertips, you pat his thigh reassuringly while thinking of what to say next. 'Mhm... it's nothing, really. I just thought it'd be nice to get to know my surroundings better. You know? Bond with the floor, so it doesn't get lonely. Turns out it's really nice to talk to. Found my standards here so I didn't feel like getting up again.'

The amused snort he gives you as an answer is enough to get a content smile out of you as well. You give his thigh another friendly pat and subconsiously lick your dry lips. Something to drink would be nice. You make a mental note to go to the kitchen the moment your body is ready to function again. 'Give me a few minutes, yeah? You can go upstairs and I'll be there in a bit. Honestly, I'm so tired, it hurts when I close my eyes.'

There's silence for a while, like your roommate is contemplating what to answer and if it wouldn't be for your hand still touching his leg, you couldn't even be sure if he's with you anymore.

Suddenly, you feel him shift away from you and your heart squeezes in your chest at the thought of him actually leaving you here to go upstairs. There's still no way you'll open your eyes to confirm your suspicions though. The throbbing right behind your temples got worse while you were talking and you won't take the risk of provoking a full-on migrane just because your stupid feelings tell you it's absolutely necessary to look at your etheral being of a roommate right now.

You don't know what you were expecting at this point but the sudden noise right beside your ear was definitely not it. Feeling your head being lifted carefully you make a confused sound in the back of your throat but before you can actually react, it's already over and you're lying on something far more comfortable than the cold linoleum of the floor.

'You're an idiot. You know that, right?' Seokjin's voice is just a hushed whisper against your ear and you can feel him wrap his arm around your waist when you try to get up on instinct. 'Wha-' You don't really know how to react to his sudden proximity but as you open your mouth to respond he just pulls you closer until your cheek is pressed against his shoulder and hums quietly to effectively shut you up.

'You could have just said you weren't feeling well. There's nothing wrong with taking a break when you feel like you can't keep up anymore, you know?' His words make you let out a resigned huff. He always says that. And he's right, of course. Theoretically. But thinking back to the pile of notes on your desk you've still got to rehearse to be able to pass the exams next week, you can't help but disagree with him.

Seokjin seems to know what you're thinking because he sighs in an almost frustrated way, like a parent trying to reason with his stubborn toddler and leans his forehead softly against the top of your head, burying his face in your hair while stroking your back with his free hand as if trying to soothe you. He has you pretty much caged in his arms and even if you wanted to, there'd be no way to get up now. You're not complaining though. It does soothe you.

It feels nice to have him hold you like this. Like he actually wants to be here, with you. Like he wants to protect you from anything that's trying to harm you in any way. Like... you mean more to him than he says out loud. From time to time, the fingers caressing your back find their way up to absentmindedly play with strands of your hair and you can't stop your heart from jumping a bit when you feel him subtly shift closer.

You're so close you can hear Seokjin's heartbeat and while the steady rhythm calms you, it's still kinda strange. It's not like you never cuddled before. The actor's a pretty affectionate person and so it's actually common for you to be constantly hugged or held in his arms or pulled into his lap when you two hang around each other. Still, there's something about the way he's holding you right now. It's so loving and gentle, as if he's scared he'd hurt you if he isn't careful enough. You've never felt so at ease before.

Seokjin suddenly stops playing with your hair and after another moment of silence lets out a small huff. 'Don't think I didn't notice that you weren't feeling well for a while now. Still... I didn't exactly stop you from letting it get worse, so I guess I'm a bit at fault as well. I should have known you'd strain yourself... you really are an idiot.'

The tone of his voice is a mix between cockiness and genuine worry, so instead of complaining about him calling you an idiot you just grumble into his chest and murmur something that's supposed to sound like an apology. A small laugh escapes his lips at your childish behavior. 'What was that, princess? I couldn't hear you.' He gives your shoulder a soft push to get you to lean back and look at him and not able to resist any longer you comply.

You carefully blink open your tired eyes and when they finally adjust to your surroundings you see Seokjin smiling down at you so fondly your breath hitches. The words you wanted to say won't come out and you clear your sore throat when you see him raise an eyebrow in question. He casually licks his slightly opened lips and you can feel the blush creeping up your face when you realize your eyes followed the movement without your consent.

You're pretty sure he saw you staring for a second and not being able to look into his eyes after that, you press yourself up against him and wrap one of your arms around his waist as well to cuddle into him more. 'I missed you,' you whisper instead. The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them and they're so muffled through the fabric of his shirt that you hope he couldn't understand you.

It's kind of embarrassing how needy your voice sounded just now and when he tenses against you, you immediately regret saying it, scared he'll take it as a joke and laugh at you for being dramatic or worse, understand what the real meaning behind it is and reject you for good. But instead of teasing you like you expected he just hugs you closer to him and lets out a sigh. 'I missed you too, y/n.'

Maybe it's because you're feeling so tired and vulnerable or maybe it's the tender way he just answered you in but hearing him say it back has a wave of pend up emotions suddenly crashing down on you all at once. Your eyes well up with tears and before you know it you're sobbing into his chest, gripping onto his shirt like a lifeline. 'N-no, you don't get it. I missed you, I always miss you and it's so stupid because I know I shouldn't but I can't help it. I'm stupid, so stupid.'

You don't care if you're crossing the invisible line you had drawn from the moment you started living with him right now. You're tired and cold and you can't think straight with that fucking headache drumming against your skull. All you can think of is how warm Seokjin is and how good it feels when he tightens his arms around you in an attempt to calm you down.

Not really knowing what else to do Seokjin slowly sits up and pulls you into his lap. You bury your face in his neck and clasp at his shoulders while he hums a low tune and rocks you from side to side, one of his arms securely wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. 'Shh... it's fine, you're fine.' For the past eight years you've know him, Seokjin always tried to avoid emotional confrontations by cracking a joke or playing dumb but right now he seems completely serious and you're thankful that he's not withdrawing himself from you even though seeing you like this probably makes him uncomfortable.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know how dramatic you're being and usually you'd be embarrassed to let him see you like this, but the way he's cradling you in his embrace like you're something precious to him has you melting against his chest without a second thought. You're allowed to be weak sometimes too. Seokjin is always here to remind you of that and it makes you love him even more. So maybe, just maybe, you can allow yourself to show him what's really on your mind from time to time.

Your roommate hushes you for a while until you're not crying anymore and as soon as he's sure you've calmed down he turns you in his arms so he's able to stand up. 'Come on, let's get you in bed. The floor's going to make me get sick and if my handsome face gets all puffy because of you, you're going to pay.' The comment makes you snort in amusement and glancing at him from out of the corner of your eyes you see him smiling at your reaction. Would it be too much to tell him that his puffy face looks extremely cute? Probably. Better not take a chance after what happened just now.

He carries you up the stairs as if your body weighs nothing. The actor isn't even the slightest bit out of breath when you arrive in front of your room and you're reminded of how build he actually his, despite him joking about becoming fat all the time. You silently study his face while he lets you down on your bed carefully. His eyebrows are furrowed in thought and he's looking down at the mattress instead of at you.

You can't really tell if it's out of respect for you or because he can't bring himself to look at your miserable state, and you actually don't want to know if you're being honest. Sighing in bliss at the feeling of your soft covers being pulled over you, you snuggle deeper into the fabric and look up at your friend through heavy eyelids to see him give you a warm smile. 'I'll be right back, don't fall asleep on me already, hm?'

You let out a quiet hum in agreement and watch him leave your room to go somewhere downstairs. His absence gives you time to think about what happened in the last few minutes and your heart squeezes painfully when you remember what exactly you told him while you had your little outburst. Is that why he was so stiff and quiet just now?

Does he understand your feelings towards him and needs time to think about a way to reject you without making things awkward? Fuck. You really don't know if you're ready to hear him say it. Suddenly you can hear his footsteps coming back up the stairs and on instinct you close your eyes to pretend you're asleep. He can reject you all he wants tomorrow when you're emotionally stable enough. Right now you just want to fall asleep and pretend today never happened.

Your roommate comes to a stop beside your head and just stands there for a moment, probably looking at you. After a few seconds the mattress sinks down at the level of your waist and your breath hitches when you realize he's now sitting on your bed, softly brushing your hair from your forhead. 'I know you're awake. Nobody blushes in their sleep, not even because of me. Now open your eyes and let me feed you, so I know you're not going to die in your sleep.'

Clicking your tongue in annoyence you comply to his order and blink your eyes open. He's holding a glass of water out to you and you let out a short hum to thank him, eagerly accepting it while you sit up and lean against the headboard of your bed. You empty it in one go and hand the glass back to Seokjin for him to place it on your nightstand. He offers you a slice of an apple but when you try to take it from him, he lightly presses it to your lips instead, the look in his eyes daring you to refuse him to feed you.

Your face starts burning again but you know he won't take no for an answer so you just open your lips and let him slip the slice into your mouth without complaint. Seokjin makes a content noise in the back of his throat at your obedience and pats your knee over the covers with his unoccupied hand to reward you.

'You want some more?' Shaking your head at his question you lie back down and pull your blanket up to your chin before he can press another slice to your lips. 'Wanna sleep, 'm sorry,' you manage to croak out and thankfully he relents right away. 'The plate's right here if you change your mind. I'll be in my room if you need anything, yeah?'

He makes an effort to stand up and leave but you immediately shake your head and grasp the sleeve of his shirt to stop him before he can get away. 'Stay, please? I could use your cuddles right now.' Your roommate blinks at you a few times as if unsure of how to react but when you silently lift your blanket in invitation, he finally gives in and gets under the covers next to you with a small sigh.

Pressing your body against his you shift two or three times and then yawn happily once you're comfortable. Neither of you talks for a long time, Seokjin just lets you lie with your head hiding in the crook of his neck and affectionately brushes through your hair to help you fall asleep.

You're just about to let his breathing lull you to sleep when he suddenly smiles against you as if he remembered something and whispers in an amused but husky voice. 'Your actual confession is going to be a bit more romantic, right? I'm thinking something like a restaurant or a movie night with take out and lots of cuddles to set the mood.'

Tensing up a bit at the sudden question you slowly pull away to look at him with your eyes already bleary from how tired you are. 'Who said I liked you?' Seokjin grins cockily at your terrible attempt to play dumb and the mischievous glint in his eyes tells you that whatever happens next, everything is going to be just fine.

'Oh please, it's so obvious you're whipped for me. I mean, who wouldn't be? It's me we're talking about.' You roll your eyes at him and grin back but you can't come up with a sly response right away since what he says is one hundred percent the truth, so you settle for not answering at all until you know what he's getting at for sure.

Seokjin looks into your eyes for a moment longer, the content smile still prominent on his face. Then he's shifting forward until his nose brushes against yours and a shiver runs down your spine when you feel his breath on your lips. 'So how about that dinner? I think I deserve something fancy for our first date. It's what first comes to mind every time I think about how to ask you out, you know?'

By now your heart is already threatening to jump out of your chest from how wildly it thumps against your ribs. He already thought about asking you out? More than once? So he actually likes you too and it's not just your hopeful mind playing tricks on you?

When you think you're finally able to form a coherent sentence and tell him you'd gladly go out with him, Seokjin suddenly closes the remaining distance between you both to press a loving kiss to your slightly opened lips. Gasping in surprise against his pillow like lips you don't even get the chance to return the kiss before he's already leaning away from you again.

He's smirking at your dreamy expression and wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you as close to his side as physically possible before speaking up again. 'Movie night would be fine by me too, though. Tell me tomorrow, yeah? You gaping at me like a deer caught in the headlights made me kinda sleepy and you need your beauty sleep. Let's get comfy, hm?' Wow, the nerve of this guy. As if you'd be able to get any sleep now.

'You're an idiot,' you say amused and cuddle into him further to get comfortable again. He pulls a funny face in response and sticks his tongue out to you before he chuckles. 'That's my line, idiot.'

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[heartslogos]

the declassified texts of the inquisition’s elite [32]

(702): My new roommate looks like a troll. Or a serial killer. So if I disappear, show this text to the cops.

(904): It's a combination of amazing uncoordination, bad luck, and sheer determination to cause destruction wherever I go.

“It’s about Cole,” Maxwell supplies helpfully as Evelyn examines the message. “Someone thought it would be smart to put Cole up in the barracks. You know. Four to a room? Bunk beds? A general lack of much privacy? You get real up close and personal with your roommates?”

“Oh,” Evelyn says. And then she groans. “That was me. I think.”

“You think?” Maxwell’s eyebrows raise as he points at the text Rylen forwarded to him. “Evelyn.  They think Cole’s going to murder them in their sleep. There’s more to this text conversation after this.”

“First of all, why do you have this text convo?”

“I told you, Rylen sent it to me.”

“Why does Rylen have it?”

“Because Leliana sent it to him.”

“And why does Leliana have it?”

“Because the cadet who sent it used an Inquisition issued phone to others in the Inquisition on their Inquisition designated phones, which everyone knows gets monitored because it’s in their signing contract. And Leliana makes sure to flag any sign of dissent or dissatisfaction so we can work on making sure our people are happy and not getting ready to turn on us or something. Yes, yes, I know. It’s a terrible invasion of privacy, but listen. It’s an Inquisition issued phone, Lyn. That’s like if you watched pornography on a work computer. Everyone’s going to know because everyone knows that shit gets tracked.”

“Max. I’m seriously concerned right now.”

“And also someone texted a screenshot of it to Rylen about half a day after the initial conversation. Because, you know. He’s pretty well liked and rubs shoulders with enough people of high rank that he could get something done of someone actually gets murdered in their own room. Why did you have Cole assigned to general living quarters?”

“Varric thought it’d be a good idea to help him socialize and get acclimated to people,” Evelyn says. “I…might not have been paying as close attention as I should have. That’s, admittedly, on me. In my defense, he was telling me these things while we were on a helicopter ride over a recent incursion zone and it was very, very loud. Things were still on fire.”

“I can’t believe you got Varric to go to a recent fight zone,” Maxwell claps Evelyn’s shoulder, “Good on you, making him be proactive. Normally he’ll only go after everything’s gone down so he can gather research for his latest novel or whatever.”

“That and he thinks that if he goes during the fight or before a fight he’ll somehow make it worse off than if he hadn’t been there at all.” Evelyn shakes her head. “Anyway. He, we, someone, thought it’d be a good idea to help Cole get used to being around other people. And maybe get other people used to being around Cole.”

“You probably should’ve warned the people he was going to be rooming with. You know, there are other people you could’ve had him room with. People who kind of know him but could know him better. The Chargers. The Valos-kas. Sutherland’s crew.”

“Who’s Sutherland?”

“Oh. Right. You’ve been away. Edric’s adopted some twenty-somethings with ideals in their eyes and optimism in their souls,” Maxwell smiles wryly, “A balm to Edric’s world weary soul, I’m sure. I think he thinks that they’ll somehow counteract Malika.”

“Malika is plenty idealistic and optimistic.”

“You’re thinking on the wrong scale. Think more chaotic versus lawful. Are we going to move Cole?”

“If things don’t improve, I’ll have it taken care of. Hopefully things work out though.”

-

“You’re so down on yourself,” Malika says. “Come on. You’re a big, handsome, smart brainiac of a guy. You’re published. You’re considered an expert in your field.”

“Malika, I’m practically the only one in my field,” Kaaras points out.

“That’s only because everyone else is retiring or dead. Of all the upstarts you’re the best one!”

“Malika, I don’t know if you’re helping,” Max says.

“You don’t cause destruction wherever you go,” Mahanon says, not looking up from his phone, penlight clamped between his teeth as he checks the map on the phone to the physical blueprint in front of them, circling things and making annotations in pencil. “And is anyone here going to help me? Or am I the only one with any intention of doing any work?”

“I offered to hold the light,” Maxwell points out, “You said no.”

“You couldn’t hold a flashlight straight if I nailed your hand to a wall,” Mahanon retorts.

“Thank you for your vote of confidence,” Kaaras says, “It means a lot coming from you.”

“Real destruction is my sister and our cousins on an all nighter,” Mahanon says. “At best you rank at a hindrance and an inconvenience. Usually you’re an amusement and a distraction.”

“My self esteem is…confused right now. Is this a good thing? I can’t tell when you say it like that.”

“It is whatever it is. Malika, send pictures of the blueprints back to Herah and Leliana at command, I want a second opinion. Maybe ask the Iron Bull. He’ll be able to ask Rocky for me.”

“I can just text Rocky directly.”

“Rocky’s never had his phone on his person in his life.”

“Oh right, true.” Malika gets up on her toes, holding her phone as high up as she can to get a good picture. “Anyway Kaaras, you’re amazing. Don’t be so down on yourself. You can’t have this many people who like you and be terrible.”

“It’s not about people liking me or not.”

“That’s an entirely different issue of yours we’ll have to tackle another day.”

“It’s about the fact that I’m a social blunder on legs,” Kaaras sighs, broad shoulders hunching. “It’s like all the good genes went straight to Herah and I got stuck with the left overs and the faults. I walked into an automatic door. And then I broke the automatic door. And then I gave someone trying to help me a black eye. None of it on purpose! How can you explain that? You can’t!”

“The universe wants to take you out,” Mahanon says. “Consider that a compliment. Some higher power has deigned you too dangerous to exist.”

“You aren’t helping.”

“Neither are you, Trevelyan.”

“Let me hold the flashlight!”

“What, so you can wave it around at everywhere but the blueprints I’m trying to read? Unlikely.”

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 4

Summary: For better or worse, choices have been made. Time to reap the consequences. 

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is.

Okay, here we go: There is explicit sex in this chapter! NSFW!

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It was like déjà vu to teleport into the Fell brothers’ house, this time with a bag over his shoulder. This was all pure guesswork on his part, but it didn't take a PhD to figure that some lube, a few bottles of water, and a change of clothes was probably a good idea. 

Nothing had changed, the living room was still a clutter of dirty dishes and laundry. But the smell was so much stronger, almost enough to make him stagger, eye-wateringly ripe, only now it smelled fucking delicious. Rus took a long breath and slowly pulled his sweatshirt off, hanging it over the back of a chair. There was no telling how this was going to turn out and he was pretty fond of this one. He slipped off his shoes and that left him in a tank top and track pants, easy clothes to navigate.

All that was left was psyching himself up.

The truth was, he hadn’t had sex in a couple of months. He wasn’t naïve about his issues, thanks, he was more than aware that he used sex as something of a pressure valve, losing himself for a little while in an anonymous body, but lately, spending time with their alternates had been easing some of that. Suddenly, there were other skeletons, ones who understood, and while a couple of Monsters had been disappointed that the pussy store had closed shop, most of them had been agreeable about it. No one had made any promises to anyone, it had been a mutual benefit that had dried up and Rus’d been okay with going solo for a while. Or he had, until Red decided to have his brother plug into him like quarters in a slot machine.

No point in thinking that way right now. This was like any other time he’d had a one-nighter, that was all this was going to be. A little necessary relief and from his growing reaction to that smell, the lube probably wasn’t going to be necessary.

He went upstairs a little quieter this time, cautiously. The bedroom was still dark as the void, but Rus was ready for it, switching on a small battery powered lantern. Electricity was finicky in Underfell and he’d be damned if he was doing this in the dark.

Without the distraction of thinking Edge was dying, Rus was able to get a better look at the room. No race car bed here, only a utilitarian headboard and mattress. There was a bookshelf in a corner crammed with tattered volumes. The sight gave him a pang of guilt even through the blearing rise of desire. They had plenty of books, and Blue would be happy to loan them, but of course the Edgelord wouldn’t ask. Another task to assign to his little brother. Operation ‘Use The Library, Asshole’ to go along with the leftovers.

Enough poking around, (heh), time for the main course. He was as ready as he was ever going to be. Edge was curled up in the middle of the mattress beneath a blanket, looking sweaty and miserable. He was twitching, little helpless jerks, and his face was tight and pained. It made an honest pang of sympathy flash through him, come on, hadn’t life already dealt the residence of Underfell a bad hand and now there was this cherry added on top of a shit sundae.

Rus set his bag by the side of the bed. The clunk it made was soft, but Edge lurched up, a half-formed attack already in his hand. His eye lights were unevenly lit, disturbingly wide and Rus wondered how well he could even see. Well enough to scramble away when he realized who was there and Rus could only watch, torn between frustration and sympathy. Somehow that was worse, to see Edge fleeing from him.

Reddish sweat was dripping from Edge’s bones and that heavy, musty smell was overpowering, enticing. Rus already felt a little hazy, his own magic damp and soft between his legs.

Edge was still looking at him almost fearfully and Rus held out his empty hands, keeping carefully still. "it’s okay, kid."

“Don’t call me that!” Edge hissed. Even in the dim yellow light of the electric lamp, there were darkened shadows visible beneath his sockets, his magic shining hotly in his joints; he looked like he’d gone through hell in the few hours Rus had been gone. From the way Undyne and Red had described it, maybe he had.

His own magic was warming, too, reluctant anticipation combined with that mouthwateringly intense aroma. "sorry, habit. you're the same age as my bro.”

"And he isn’t a child either!"

"nope, but until you're older than me, i reserve the right to call you kid,” Rus took a careful step closer and Edge flinched back, cringing into the wall. “look, i know what's wrong, i'm here to help."

Edge's eye lights were burning coals of red and they didn’t seem able to be still, drifting over Rus only to jerk back up to meet his own.  "Get the fuck out."

"ain't gonna happen, may as well give in gracefully." Hopefully more gracefully than he had, Rus thought ruefully. He took another step closer.

There was nowhere for Edge to escape, he was tucked into a corner. He was shaking, tremors wracking him, "I won't...get...get out…"

“it’s okay,” Rus soothed, reaching out but not touching, not yet. Edge shook his head wildly, droplets of sweat flying.

Red had been wrong, Edge had a little no left in him. What kind of flipside shittwist was this that Rus was trying to seduce the one in heat? How did he get stuck with the one asshole so uptight he couldn’t let go even when biology demanded it? Okay, time to turn this up, they didn’t have all fucking day.

"besides, you already marked me, didn't ya?" Rus pulled the front of his tank top to the side, the strap falling off his shoulder, and Edge's eye lights followed it, staring at the clotted bite mark. Rus stroked a thumb over it, deliberately, and a low sound rose in Edge’s throat. "i'm here and i'm offering, you hear me? i’m saying yes. it's okay, sweetheart, i promise."

“don’t call me that, either,” Edge whimpered, fucking whimpered, and he curled up a little into himself, but he never looked away from that mark.

“pick a pet name and i’ll run with it,” Rus told him. He put a knee on the mattress, breathed in that sharp, ripe smell and leaned in to let Edge get a good look at him, at the bite. “anyway, as it’s been pointed out to me, i’ve already fucked my way thru half of underswap. if you’ve had a hundred dicks, may as well go for a hundred and one."

There was no time to react as a hand flashed out and grabbed his shirt, yanking him into the bed. Rus followed it, staggering, let Edge push him into the sweat-stained blankets. In an instant, Edge was looming over him, settling between his legs, and hot jealousy was visible in his eye lights.

Ah. Well, that was one way of getting it done. Rus winced as he heard tearing fabric, doubly grateful he'd stripped off his sweatshirt downstairs. It was one of his favorites. He kept himself relaxed as Edge scrabbled at his pants, lifting his hips as he tugged them down. His cunt was already formed, the magic glowing softly in the darkened room, and the insides of his femurs were already stained with wetness.  

It left him in nothing but the shredded remains of his tank top, Edge already mostly bare against him, his bones achingly hot to the touch as Rus caught hold of his shoulders. He braced himself on his arms over Rus, glaring down at him. Almost, Rus expected another round of protests, a few ‘get the fuck out’s’ thrown in for good measure. He startled when Edge ducked his head instead to fit his teeth against the mark on his collarbone. Rus braced himself for pain but there was nothing, only frantic gusts of breath against him, his tongue pressing hotly against it and a groan muffled into bone.

Even a virgin would have understood the implications of the hard, hot length pressed firmly against his pelvis and Rus hadn’t been able to claim that title in years.

“c'mon," Rus whispered. He lifted his hips, rubbing deliberately against him, encouragingly, "you don't have to wait anymore. i can take it, come on."

"I'll hurt you." It was a groan, a plea, revealing the barest thread of control and all Rus wanted was for it to fucking break.

"By fucking me?" he scoffed. He shifted, worming a hand down between his legs and pressed two fingers inside his cunt. The sound of it was wet and obscene. He'd stopped by home and done a little prep work when he'd gotten supplies, made sure he was worked up, and with those pheromones doing their job, he was more than ready for this.

"hear that?" He pulled his fingers out with a deliberate slick sound, wagging the orange-tinted digits in front of Edge's sockets. "i'm wet for you, i'm ready, come on!"

He had to bite back a yelp as Edge caught him by the wrist, yanking his hand up and sucking on those wet fingers. His tongue wrapped around them, wriggling against his knuckles, lapping it up. Edge was groaning, and he could feel the vibration of it, all fucking hell.

"edge, c'mon," Rus moaned. He spread his legs wide, lifting his hips, his cunt felt achingly empty, he was ready, damn it, more than ready, he needed this, he needed Edge inside him and he needed it now.

Edge still had him by the wrist, forcing it back against the bed and any thought of protest fled when Rus felt the tip of his cock press against him, slicking through his folds. He tried to encourage him, wrapped a leg around his hips and tried to pull him in.

"yeah, that's it, baby, that's it,” Rus murmured, “come on, push in, get in me deep, make me feel it, make me taste it."

"Shut up," Edge growled and Rus had to laugh.

"yeah, good luck with that...fu--uck!!"

His voice broke as Edge shoved in hard, left him choking on his words because fuck, Edge was not a small boy, not even a (heh) little. He was still going slower than Rus would have expected, trying to be gentle, but fuck that. He hadn’t died from fucking yet and now seemed like an excellent opportunity to put that to the test. He wrapped both legs around Edge’s hips and arched up, dragging him in hard despite Edge’s startled yelp. Until he could feel the scrape of his pelvis against his public symphysis and Rus could only blink up at the wavering shadows on the ceiling, gasping as he strained for more.

"oh, that's deep, that's so fucking deep, oh, baby, yeah, that's it, come on, fuck me deeper—"

He wasn’t moving, all fucking hells. Edge was breathing heavily, his shoulders heaving, and his cock was so deep inside him, stretching him, spitting him on the length, but he wasn’t moving, only staring down at Rus with those too-wide eye lights. Nothing but unsatisfying little shifts of his hips, tiny unconscious movements. Rus tried to twist his wrist free, could feel bruises rising from Edge's grip. By all the little angels, he couldn't remember ever wanted to get fucked so badly, to feel a hot, hard cock driving into him, how was it Edge had enough control left to keep still?

He gave Edge a glittery, heated look, running his tongue over his teeth. "still think you’re gonna hurt me?"

"I won’t.” Ragged and lost as it was, it sounded like a promise.

But not one that Rus particularly needed. The burn of desire was growing painful, "S'ok, you can hurt me a little, i don't mind...ah! oh, stars, oh, fuck, edge!"

The first real thrust took him off guard, Edge pulling out until only the tip was left inside him and then driving back in, a long, inexorable movement that sent sparks flying up his spine. It hit him too fast, too much, and frantically, Rus reached between them and thumbed his clit, coming hard, arching up and low cries choking out of him. Fuck, he’d never come that quickly before and when he came back, he blinked up dazedly to find Edge watching, his eye lights hot.

“your turn,” Rus rasped out and Edge nodded slightly, his hips rocking, and now they were getting somewhere. His rhythm was a little stilted, uncertain, nowhere near the wild, uncontrolled fucking that Rus had been expecting, but it seemed to be doing something for him. It was doing plenty for Rus, the girth of his cock was a delectable stretch and it didn’t take much wriggling to get a good angle. Rus lifted into each thrust the best he could, murmuring encouragements and running his hands over sweat-slick bones, teasing at sensitive cartilage and drawing out shivers and groans. Maybe neither of them had really wanted to go here, particularly with each other, but it might as well be good.

All that tight control, that care, was unraveling and those thrusts were getting harder, almost rough. One hand stayed on his wrist and the other was clutching his pelvis, sharp fingertips digging in with a hint of tantalizing threat. His thrusts were bordering on manic, and here it was, the wildness he’d been expecting, the desperation. Edge being so out of control was so wrong, but it was also fucking hot, and he was gasping, straining, chasing his need.

Rus felt it the moment he caught it, he could feel Edge's cock swelling inside him, that was something new, not painfully, but it stretched his walls, ratcheting him up to his limit before Edge choked, his breath hissing out through his teeth as a gush of hot come filled him. The feeling was enough to set Rus off, groaning as he came again.

He was still shaking with it, panting and trembling when Edge yanked himself free, fast enough to make him wince. “easy there, champ—" he began.

Only for his words to cut off with a startled whuff as he was flipped over on his front and dragged up to his knees, and before he could so much as yelp in surprised, Edge was inside him again, thrusting vigorously, the rough slide of his shaft filling him from a new angle, somehow even deeper.

Rus scrambled to brace himself before he faceplanted into the mattress, groaning out, “fuck!”

Immediately, Edge stilled, shaking hard enough to rattle against Rus, his hands painfully tight at Rus’s pelvis, keeping him from moving, “Are you all right?”

“don’t stop!” Rus snapped. He fought against that grip, trying to force Edge into him again but he was too strong, and he could only writhe in helpless frustration. “fuck me! come on!”

It was enough. Rus braced himself as best he could, hanging on as Edge let the hunger overwhelm him again, following his need and that was perfect, that was what Rus wanted, what he needed, this glorious fucking.

Rus lost count of how many times he came; his thoughts were hazed by either the cloud of pheromones or his constant state of near orgasm. It seemed like Edge’s cock never left him. He’d be on his knees then suddenly pulled up to sit astride his lap, only to find himself on his back, his legs drawn up over Edge’s shoulders. There was no reality past the delicious pleasure in his swimming consciousness, the hot flood of come filling him again and again, and he couldn’t say where his moans began and Edge’s ended.

By the end, his head was starting to clear, exhaustion finally overtaking desire. All but collapsed on his back, with his legs sprawled apart and above him, Edge couldn’t even hold himself up, all his weight pushing Rus into the bed as his hips moved weakly.

There were tears rimming his sockets, his expression startlingly vulnerable as Edge struggled over him, still trying to thrust, achingly hard and moving in the growing soreness of Rus’s cunt.

"I can't…" Edge gasped wetly. Every sound he made was closer to a whimper, his bones felt hot, overstimulated.

"yeah, you can," Rus crooned, tenderness welling up in him. Tired as he was, he hitched up into Edge’s weak movements encouragingly. "i've got you. one more time, yeah? one more time for realsies, i promise, you can do it, come inside me, i'm drenched with your come, get me wetter, get your come in me. "

It was enough. There was hardly more than a tremor to mark it, but wet as he was, he felt that bare spurt of come inside him. Rus petted his skull as Edge sagged down on him. Too heavy, but for the moment at least his weight was comforting. “there you go, love, you did it, you did real good.” 

Pointless. Edge’s breathing was evening out, Rus’s prediction that this would be the last time coming gratefully true. Before he could drop off entirely, Rus managed to push him off, at least enough so that he could damn well breathe. Not enough to get Edge to let him go, but that was all right. A couple of possessive hands were easier to manage than the entire weight of another Monster.

Now that thinking was becoming possible again, Rus took a second to regroup. From the sticky, damp feeling of the sheets he was thinking it would probably be easier to burn the damn things than to wash them, but at least they’d contained the damage to the bed. Besides, it wasn’t like Rus was going to be doing any cleaning aside from himself because he sure as fuck wasn’t shortcutting anywhere without a shower.

He sincerely doubted anyone was going to give him a medal for this, but he deserved at least a first shot at the hot water. He felt like he had come in every crevice and joint, and when he was less tired, it was going to be pretty disgusting.

Edge shifted a little against him, settling his skull on Rus’s ribcage. He looked as exhausted as Rus felt, especially with the hours he’d spent in heat beforehand tacked on. Sleep made him look younger than his normal scowl allowed, and reluctant tenderness rose in Rus again. Edge had more than enough years on him to be considered an adult, but he wasn’t exactly a grizzled old elder either. If this was his first time, he’d just gotten one hell of an introduction.

With the tips of his fingers, Rus managed to snag the strap of the bag he’d brought, fishing out a bottle of water and downing it greedily. That helped right there. He’d pour one down the Edgelord when he woke up. He couldn’t help giving the bag a longing look, though, he’d dust someone’s mother for a cigarette right now. Maybe Edge wouldn’t notice--

Rus grimaced. No. He wasn’t up for much if he accidentally woke Edge up and he decided it was time for round fifty, or wherever the fuck they’d ended. He kept hold of a bottle of water, though. If Red peeked in on them, he was going to nail the little fucker right between the eyes.

Edge was still clinging to him like an oversized skeletal teddy bear and that was fine, he hadn’t been planning on leaving yet, anyway. The last thing he wanted was to go through all this only to have Edge dust because Rus hadn't waited long enough for his pheromones to settle or for him to give him another love bite or whatever else was supposed to happen. Probably should have flipped to the ending of Undyne’s book and checked for spoilers, little late to worry about that now.  

At least the major perk of having sexy bits that were magic was once they were gone, you didn’t have to feel them anymore. He was still sore as all fuck, felt like his hips were unstrung, but the dull ache in his cunt was gone with nothing more than a little concentration.

The blanket hadn’t escaped the carnage, as damp as the sheets. Rus managed to hook a finger in the corner and flip it over them anyway, since it was starting to look like Edge wasn't letting go. Eh, that was all right. He'd stay a little while, just to make sure he was okay. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too shouty when he woke up. It hadn’t gone bad, as far as Rus was concerned; no one had dusted, free orgasms all the way around, and once Rus’d had a couple of days to stop walking like a drunken pirate, they could both toss this particular event into a mental suitcase and bury it beneath a fucking tree, never to be discussed again.

It had worked out and Rus was going to count his fucking blessings. Someone needed to and somehow, he doubted Edge was going to be writing him an effusive thank you note.

More’s the pity.

tbc

[hallucinosims]

Hi here’s the get to know me tag let’s get to knowing

I was tagged in this by @gunthermunch

125 questions under the cut, if you do decide to read i suggest getting a snack first

I tag @emovatore @humanitys-shortest @liliithvatore if you haven’t done it yet

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Elio

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Lee and Leo are the go-tos in real life but I get called Hall on here and I think that’s a rad nickname too

3. BIRTHDAY? Feb 5th

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I am a slut for the Percy Jackson series and Leo Valdez was one of the reasons why I started going by Leo more often then my full name

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Yes yes absolutely yes. One, earth really can’t be the only planet in a universe with infinite possibilities to have life on it, you know? And ghosts is more like a spirit thing.

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? oooh fuck me up this is a hard one uhhhhhh Classic author probably Edgar Allen Poe but Contempoary I’d say Tony Kushner

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? the Musical Theatre station

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? I don’t really like... food. I don’t enjoy it. But I guess I like savory over sweet

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? neat

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Liar by Queen or Greek God by Conan Gray

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? I-Cunt-tic, pronounced like iconic but... you know

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? Please Never Fall in love again Ollie MN

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Kidding, that Jim Carrey tv show that premiered this year. Beautifully edited and told story

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? I’ve seen Bohemian Rhapsody 6 times this month alone so probably that on wards

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? yes

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? dying in the same place i was born

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my empathy

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? the depression (tm) 

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? idk, i’m not really an animal person

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? nah

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? playing in the ika playscape

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? i have quite a few best friends but when im at school/work then my good friend Julio

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? a very doe eyed dark brown

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? i re-dyed my hair black recently so let’s go with that

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my mom

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my dad

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? myself

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? going to denmark to be a farm gay on my semester off

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? currently Sims, Queen, and Falsettos (the musical)

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? i didn’t have cable but there is no way in hell i’m saying cyberchase so, Mia and Miguel

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? Julio

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? very

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? none that i can think of

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT?i actually really enjoy both

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sims

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? True West, it’s a really good play

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? ...Bohemian Rhapsody for the 6th time

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? most stringed instruments i can figure out pretty quickly but i’m best at guitar and piano

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? humans

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? i follow over 5k people i don’t even know who i follow

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? basically Kirby. I want the power to take others powers

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in michigan on rainy afternoons in my bunk bed with my laptop on my lap. Or like, the floor of a bookstore

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? loaded question

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I used to do competitve dance, competitve cheer, biking, and volleyball

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? watah

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? like a week ago to my grandma, she likes getting post cards in the mail

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? i used to be. not so much anymore

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? people who saunter. We got places to be fellas

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? yup!

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? i’m to anemic to be either 

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a performer

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? i’m actually not to into media that take place in other... wait i take it back i wanna live in Hobbiton

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? breathing

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? ehh sometimes

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? It’s a part of my career so hopefully

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? i’m skippin school rn

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? manhattan Lower East Side

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? Manhattan’s Lower East Side. I live in the Upper West Side right now and it’s aight but it’s not the LES

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? nope

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? i just dont sleep

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER?sunrises

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? nah

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? earbuds

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? yee

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? anything

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? Tony Kushner

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? yee and before you ask my fave is Deadpool

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? when people be on some bullshit

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? real book

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? IN High School I loved history

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? one sister who is ten years older than I am

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? ... iced coffee despite it being 30 degrees out

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′3

75. CAN YOU COOK? I’d like to think so. Wish I had a oven tho

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? music, my family (sometimes) I’m trying to love myself so let’s throow that one in there

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? people who stroll/saunter, when people are on their bullshit, dark chocolate

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? male “friends”. But, I know a lot more girls that I keep up with more often.

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? lesbian

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? Manhattan, Upper West Side

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? Me mam

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Thursday in my Theatre class but we were all crying so i’ll let it slide

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? i don’t really watch anyone consistently

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? i do

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? tinder

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? prety solid i love them both even if my mom hates my sexuality and threatened locking me at home when i came out to herelol

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? italian

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT?Copenhagen! I’ve wanted to go to Denmark since I was ten

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 7

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Nah son

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? defenitly a lot less than my story style insists lol. I do believe in God tho

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? LOADED QUESTION BECAUSE I WANNA EXPLORE BOTH 

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? ehhhhhhhh no

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? strawberries and some medicine that i can’t remember the name of

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yes i’m a lesbian it’s what we do

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? nah

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? Literally anytime i’m wrong about soomething. I love being exposed, put in my place, roasted.

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Forest so I can find my mans... my MOTH mans

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? you know what you want, don’t let your concerns get in the way of your ambitions

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? Yes

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Ravenclaw

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Deadass I talk to myself more often than otherpeople

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? introverted

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? yee

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? I give everyone I can think of second chances because i’m a forgiving sone of a bitch and yet they continue TO BE ON SOME BULLSHIT

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? THat be mine i may be forgiving by moral compass be broke as hell and I haven’t eaten in like 3 days because i’m so broke

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? When I’m answering this question for a job application i sure do

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? tragicallu

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yes

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? i have 5 holes in my ears and a nostreil piercing

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Mark Cohen or LEO VALDEZ

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? yes 2, one chest, one forearm. But that’s only because I don’t have money i need more

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? move to new york

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yes and she’s a bitch

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? both

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? eventually I feel like I would make a pretty solid kid

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my dad

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? Being high for three days straight

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? i just finished pulling one

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black as you can see by my simself  i really do dress pretty much only in black because i aged poorly out of my goth phase

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? yeeee

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Yep, Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, Trade Show stuff, probably for school or local news a few times

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 18

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? Know in your soul like your blood knows the way from your heart to your brain, know that you’re whole. - HEdwig and the Angry Inch

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? This is a really boring last question but savory but if you made it this far i’ll expose myself a little more. I’m black and Jewish, I go to a performing arts Conservatory, and this took me so long to answer because I hooked up with someone in Brooklyn last night and i had trouble getting back to my dorm.