#10% chance of rolling one of them is not rare

[pathetic-gamer]

my favorite ongoing tradition in the fire emblem subreddits is new people showing up to ask why the displayed hit rate %s never actually add up (e.g. a 90% hit rate hits more than 90% of the time while a 20% hit rate hits less than 20% of the time), because they invariably get two answers:

someone explaining mathematics behind double-RNG and how it makes for a better player experience psychologically so while the devs obviously want to provide a challenge that still has some degree of luck, they also want people to not rage-quit, and

someone saying it's bc it's funnier that way

[fandomfucker]

Can I request poly! Judgement Day x virgin fem! Reader?

Mixed with this request: TJD X female reader story where they're all just chilling at home (rest and relaxation day) and the day ends with the devils tango?

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT!! (Condoms used, oral f&m receiving and giving, spit, fingering, vaginal penetration, choking, pet names, anal mentioned, praise, slight degradation, hair pulling)

A/N: Sorry its taken so long 😅

Word Count: 4,816

Reader's POV

As a pro-wrestler in a polyamorous faction, we took our days off very seriously. We didn't get many and even when we did get one, despite all being on the same show, the five of us were rarely all together.

Now, for the first time in almost two months, we all had the day off together. And we were going to make the best of it.

The first thing we all did together was sleep in. We had pushed two king beds together for one massive bed to fit all five of us when we moved in and we loved it. Not only could we all cuddle together at night, but it gave us more room for sex.

Having never been in a relationship before this at all, much less a poly one, I had been waiting to have sex with any of them. Just until I felt completely ready for it.

My other partners however, relished in the new amounts of space with each other. They would always reassure me that it didn't matter to them if I never wanted to have sex, so I've always felt very secure in my choices.

I woke up tangled in a mass amount of limbs. Being in the middle of four other people was usually wonderful but could also be suffocating at times.

Damian clung onto my back, his face pushed into the back of my neck while Finn clung to his. Dominik laid in front of me with his forehead resting against my chest while Rhea laid in a similar position as she spooned him from behind.

Taking a second to just breathe them all in, I snuggled back into my cocoon between Damian and Dominik and just enjoyed the moment. For once, there wasn't an alarm clock forcing us all to get up and leave, and all five of us were finally together.

"Mornin' sweetheart."

I lifted my head as best I could at the voice, still wrapped up tight in the boys' arms.

"Mornin' Mami," I grinned back.

"You want some breakfast? It's already almost 10:30." Rhea asked me, sitting up and beginning to stretch as her eyes roamed over the situation I was in and huffed a small laugh in pure amusement as I just stared up at her.

She began trying to gently pry Damian's hands from my waist where they were locking me in as she rolled Dominik over so he was also away from me.

"Come on! Get up!" Rhea playfully huffed as she grabbed my arm and began to pull me up.

Groaning, I made myself dead weight which only made her try harder to get me up.

"Can't we just stay here all day?" I pleaded, using my best persuasive voice.

"We can, but got to get some food in you first, my love."

Rolling my eyes I finally conceded with an "okay, okay, jeez" and let her pick me up to carry me out of bed so as not to disturb Dominik.

As soon as I was removed from his grasp, I heard him grumble his half-asleep annoyances before moving into the spot I'd just vacated and cuddling up to Damian who immediately wrapped his arms around him.

Rhea and I awed at them as she carried me out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. Sitting me down at the kitchen counter, she kissed the top of my head before walking over to the fridge and examining the contents inside.

"What do ya' feel like?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

I hummed to myself in thought as I looked past her into the fridge. "Can I just have some yogurt and coffee?"

She raised a brow at me. "That's gonna hurt your stomach."

I just waved her off and gave her a big toothy grin as she rolled her eyes but gave me my yogurt and began making a pot of coffee.

Heavy footsteps padded down the hallway and before I even had the chance to turn around to see who it was, a large hand landed on the top of my head, pulling me into them.

A kiss was planted on the top of my head, with a mumbled "good morning" before I was released and the chair next to me was pulled out and filled in by Dominik.

"Mornin', Mami," He greeted Rhea sleepily.

She threw a small smile over her shoulder, bidding him a good morning in return before going back to what she was doing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dom scrutinizing me from where he sat not even a foot away.

"What?" I asked him.

Instead of responding to me, he just frowned and leaned down, grabbing the leg of the stool I was sitting on and pulling it towards him so that the seats of our chairs touched.

"That's better," He mumbled to himself as he slumped against me, holding me tight as he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

My cheeks quickly heated as I looked over to Rhea in confusion, who was now watching us in amusement. She just shrugged at me before moving to the cabinet to grab some mugs.

I wrapped my arms around Dominik and began to lightly stroke his arm, tracing his tattoos.

Goosebumps began to spread out across his body underneath my fingers and he shivered, making me giggle. I cradled his head against my chest and gave the top of his head a kiss in apology.

His grip tightened on me and he snuggled his head further into my collarbone.

Rhea came over and placed two steaming hot mugs of fresh coffee in front of us, making Dom's head shoot up but his grip on me never faltered.

He stuck one of his knees in-between mine to keep me close as he reached out only one hand and grabbed my mug, beginning to cool it off by blowing on it.

Watching him do this simple little gesture of affection and care made me fall even harder for him. Once he had cooled it to what he deemed to be an acceptable temperature, he handed it to me, accompanied by a forehead kiss, before grabbing his own coffee and doing the same thing.

Sipping my perfect temperature coffee I just stared at him in wonder and love. In all the other relationships I'd been in since I was a teenager, no one had ever cooled off my coffee for me simply because.

He caught me staring at me and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes mid-blow.

My cheeks flushed again and a ducked my head down, staring at my coffee to avoid eye contact.

I could hear both Dom and Rhea laughing at me but before either of them could say anything, Finn walked into the room, followed closely by Damian.

"Mornin' loves," Finn went around the kitchen giving all three of us a kiss on the head before seating himself at the head of the kitchen table.

I myself gave him a small grunt in greeting as I began to shovel my yogurt into my mouth so we could all go back to bed sooner.

"Woah, woah, woah. Take it easy, mi amor." Damian took the spoon out of my hand, forcing me to swallow what I already had in my mouth before taking another bite. "What's got you in such a rush?"

I stole my spoon back, receiving a quick frown in response as Rhea answered him for me.

"She just wants to spend the whole day in bed with everyone. But everyone else still needs to eat first too so slow down, babe." She reprimanded me.

Dominik stole my attention away from our girlfriend by resting his hand on my knee.

"I'm not hungry so once you finish we can go back to bed until everyone else is done, okay?"

Nodding happily, I took my time and slowly finished the rest of my yogurt, taking sips of my now lukewarm coffee in between bites.

Rhea made Finn and Damian some more coffee while Finn made the three of them a proper breakfast. Watching them just interact with each other as I ate my own breakfast made me happier than anything.

I sat and watched Rhea, swatting Damian's hands away from trying to take her vegemite away from her. And then Damian complaining that her kisses would just take like vegemite now, and her putting even more onto her toast.

She pulled off a bit of the crust with a much smaller amount of the vegemite on it, and handed it to me. I happily grabbed it and popped it in my mouth, thanking her as I enjoyed the Australian treat.

Of the four of us non-Australians I liked vegemite the most. Not anywhere near the degree that Rhea did, but I did like a small bit on occasion.

Once I had finished my yogurt, Dominik took my hand and helped me off the stool. I went and gave Finn, Damian, and Rhea, who had now joined them at the kitchen table, a kiss on the cheek before taking Dom's hand again and letting him lead me back to our bedroom.

Immediately I catapulted into the bed, scrambling to get under the covers and comfy as I possibly could be. I heard Dominik laugh at my antics before also jumping into the bed, landing right next to me as he also scrambled under the covers.

Fully enveloped in the blankets, we stared at each other in the dark, giggling like we were little kids hiding from our parents after doing something we weren't supposed to.

Dominik kissed me on the nose before rolling over to lay on his stomach, and I quickly followed suite.

Our whispers filled the bedroom as we huddled close together under the blankets, as if we actually had any secrets from the others. The others who would soon walk into the room and stop dead in the tracks at the sight of us underneath the blankets, our whispers having ceased the moment we heard them cross the threshold.

"Gee, I wonder where Dom and Y/n are!" Damian playfully exclaimed before immediately divebombing on top of us. Dominik and I both let out a grunt as the air left our lungs and the blankets were pulled back to revel Damian's grinning face.

"Whatcha' doing in there?" He waggled his brows at us, resulting in me slapping his chest lightly as a light blush coated my cheeks while Dominik giggled beside me.

I ducked my head down to hid my face but was immediately brought back up by Rheas fingers underneath my chin, only increasing the heat on my face as our eyes locked.

She grinned at me, leaning in to give me a kiss on the top of my nose before settling under the covers next to me.

Still blushing, I settled back fully under the covers, situating myself to now lay on top of her. My arms rested together on Rhea's plush tatted thighs, my head laid atop them as she massaged my head with her nails.

The feeling of her nails on my scalp soothed me and pretty quickly I was falling asleep. Not that I minded, as Rhea's legs are always the best place to fall asleep. However, I was rudely awakened not long after by Dominik calling for my attention.

I peeled an eye open, seeing Rhea glaring at him from above me and slowly pushing myself to sit up.

"What?" I asked grumpily. I heard Rhea chuckle above me before she started scratching my back with her nails, something I often did to the four of them as well.

"There was an update on your game!" He excitedly showed me, shoving my Nintendo Switch in my face. Disney Dreamlight Valley was a game I had started playing by myself a little while back as it was a very relaxing, peaceful, game. Dom and Rhea both wound up getting into it a bit as well and would play on my world just to get me more materials and money. If we weren't all playing together then sometimes they'd take my phone to help me level up as well as was the case currently.

"What? No way! It's not supposed to be 'til tomorrow!" I excitedly grabbed my phone back from Dominik and began looking around in the game and checking for updates. I heard Rhea make an "ooh" noise behind me and soon both of them had joined my world and were running around with me.

Finn and Damian posted themselves at the ends of the bed, Finn cuddling into Rhea with Damian into Dominik and me in the middle of them all. The TV turned on and the two eldest of the group began channel surfing, Rhea imputing her opinion every so often of what she didn't want to watch. In the end they settled on Tattoo Wars again.

For the next few hours, I just played my  on my switch, while the TV played in the background, my partners surrounding me on both sides. 

Eventually, my legs started cramping and my eyes burned from the bright glare of my screen. I put my switch to the side and slide down the bed, under the covers, and rolled onto my stomach. I laid my arms back across Rhea's thighs and began idly tracing her tattoos.

Her leg twitched, nearly kicking my own leg, as she let out an involuntary giggle from above.

The covers lifted above my head and I looked up, meeting her eyes. "What are you doing, bug?" I grinned up at her innocently, dragging my finger up her thigh again making her shiver.

Like a panther, quick as lightning she lunged for me and had me on my back with my hands pinned above my head as she straddled my hips. She gave me a grin of her own now as I was completely in her control. Or as she and the others liked to say, under her spell.

My eyes widened slightly and I could feel my core grow hot with lust as I stared up at her above me, her necklaces dangling in my face. All three of the boys had now stopped what they were doing and watched us from where they each sat around the bed.

Breathing became harder as each of us refused to break eye contact, her looks quite literally taking my breath away. She leaned down and grazed my cheek with a kiss, making me shiver now.

Pining my wrists together in only one hand as the other one trailed down to my exposed thigh. She trailed her finger up and down the center before inching her way towards the inside of my thigh.

On pure instinct, my legs parted, making way for her hand to do whatever it pleased. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear, pulling away to grin wickedly at me as the ends of her hair now tickled my face.

The small pool of wetness between my legs only grew with her words. Her hand began to tease the brim of my shorts as she lowered her mouth to mine.

I moaned into her, the taste of her vegemite toast still on her tongue as she used it to explore my mouth. My hips lifted up into her hand, chasing friction as she slipped under my shorts, tracing circles on my clothed core.

A gasp left my mouth at the sensation of her cool fingers on my hot skin. "Be a good girl for Mami and I'll give you what you want, hm?" She murmured on my lips.

I nodded as another gasp escaped me, putty in her hands as she rubbed circles around my clothed clit.

She sat back a little and looked around at the boys who were now watching us raptly. "Can the boys join in too or do you want them to leave?" Rhea leaned back down to ask me quietly, just in case it would hurt the boys' feelings.

"They can join." I replied, albeit shakily.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." I smiled nervously at her.

She kissed my lips again, leaving me chasing after her as she pulled away from me, slinging her right leg back over my hips to sit on my my right side.

She moved the both of us so that she was on her knees, back against the headboard while I sat in front of her with my legs extended. She kept me there with a tight grip on my shoulders as Damian moved to be in front of me.

Rhea massaged my shoulders, her hands traveling up and down my arms sensually as I tried to focus on Damian in front of me.

He laid a hand on my thigh, the other hand coming up to cup my face. Leaning in, he placed his lips against mine. His hand on my thigh traveled up to the bottom of my shorts while one of Rhea's hands traveled down to cup one of my breasts through my shirt.

"Wait, wait, wait," I stopped, pulling away from Damian's lips.

All four partners immediately stopped in their tracks, whether they were touching me or not, and the ones that were pulled away.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked me in concern from the other end of the bed.

I nodded, "Yeah, um but...c-can we..."

Damian gripped my chin, gently tilting my head up to look at him. "Anything you need, Princesa. Just tell us what you want."

Blushing at the nickname, I wet my lips nervously before taking a deep breath.

"Can we use condoms? I know y'all usually don't and Rhea and I are both on birth control but I feel better with the extra protection."

"Of course carino, whatever makes you more comfortable." Dom piped up from where he now laid under Finn.

"Do you just want pregnancy protection or do you want me to use some too? 'Cause I have some in the drawer." Rhea questioned me. She still sat behind me on her knees massaging my shoulders and has now started up again.

I smiled at the genuine worry in her voice, truly willing to do whatever I wanted to make me comfortable. "No that's okay, babe. Just for the vaginal stuff with the boys. Everyone's been tested and hasn't been with anyone outside the group right?" I received four nods in confirmation. "Then I'm all good. Just nervous." I grinned up at her.

She grabbed my throat, forcing my head back even further, "Perfect. Just lay back and we'll do the rest."

She leaned over me and kissed my lips, still keeping a tight grip on my throat. Damian grumbled in front of me at the loss of his position and moved himself between my thighs. He hoisted up my hips, pulling my sleep shorts down and off my legs, my underwear entangled with them.

Reaching over to the bedside table, Damian withdrew three condoms from the drawer. He took one for himself and passed the other two to Finn and Dominik who were off to the other side of the bed but just close enough for me to reach them.

Rhea slid her lips down my chin, all the way to my throat, just under my ear and began her assault there, biting my skin only to lick away the hurt a second later. Breathy gasps left my mouth as she left her mark on me.

My shirt was ripped off my body for better access, my nipples hard and aching under her sensual touches.

A hand on my upper thigh made me turn my attention back towards the man in front of me. I'm met with the sight of his now covered cock standing stiff as he strokes himself, watching me and Rhea together.

A particularly hard bite makes me yelp at the same time Damian grips my thighs, harshly pushing them apart to bare myself to him. Sliding his hand up my thigh, he dragged his thumb up the center of my folds before leaning down and spitting right where his hand just was.

Upon seeing this, Finn and Dom both scooted their way over, moving around so each of them was sitting on either side of me. They each gripped a thigh and leaned down, adding their own spits to the mix.

And Rhea had no problem leaving my neck to move down and spread around the mixed spits of our partners with her tongue through my already soaked folds.

Without Rhea behind me now I was able to lay back on the pillows like she had told me to, as my partners all had their way with me.

I could tell they were still holding back a little and taking it slow though.

Finn and Dom were both naked now as well and I stroked each of their cocks just as Finn had instructed me to as Rhea fucked me with her tongue, using our partners' spit as lube. Damian watched over us all and positioned himself behind Rhea, pushing down on her upper back as she laid bent over on her knees before me.

He pushed her head further into me, making me moan aloud and squeeze the boys' dicks as well, causing them both to moan too. Dominik moved closer to my face and motioned for me to put his dick in my mouth. I did as I was told but wound up having a bit of difficulty still stroking Finn at the same time.

Dominik gripped my face in her hands, cupping right where my jaw met my throat. "Just focus on Finn, cariño."

I followed instructions and just focused on Finn as Dominik gather my hair in one hand, keeping the other hand cupping my jaw as he began to fuck my throat. "Tap my thigh if you need me to stop." He huffed out, continuously slamming his hips into me over and over again.

Not having to focus on two things at once now, I was able to stroke Finn faster, stretching my fingers down to knead his balls, making him throw his head back in ecstasy.

Rhea kept eating me out, fucking and sucking with her tongue until I was practically vibrating with the pleasure. She hummed onto my clit in amusement as my thighs squeezed around her head, only adding to the pit of fire brewing in my stomach.

I watched as Damian kneeled behind Rhea and, without a word, slammed himself into her, making her moan as she was thrusted into my pussy. When he had even taken her shorts off was a mystery to me.

Being the most unexperienced one there, I came first. My thighs clenched and shaking around Rhea's head as her metal tongue piercing swirled around my clit, being pushed and pulled into me as I watched from my vantage point Damian fuck her hard and quick.

"Fuck!" Dominik exclaimed right as he came hard into my mouth. Pulling out, he gave me the option to spit or swallow it.

I maintained eye contact with him as I swallowed it, the grip he had on my hair getting tighter as he watched it go down.

"Good girl, you beautiful little slut." He praised, kissing me on the mouth before pulling away and turning my head towards Finn.

Taking Finn's cock into my mouth, I set the pace this time as I felt Rhea dislodge herself from between my thighs.

I sucked Finn off until he abruptly pulled out of my mouth and came on my tits instead of in my mouth.

He grinned at me hungrily as he watched the liquid slide over and down my breasts, mixing with my sweat and making them shiny.

"Ah fuck!"

I turned and saw Rhea on her stomach just to the side of me with Damian still fucking her from behind, his hands holding her hips tight.

Just by the look on her face I could tell that she was coming pretty hard. I bit my lip as I watched the two of them together.

Damian moaned and gave one last large thrust as he also came into the condom he wore, still inside of Rhea. He head was thrown back, his eyes closed but when he turned to look at me it was like there was no one else in the world.

"You wanna get in on this?" He questioned me, moving away from Rhea to take off and throw away the condom. I nodded eagerly and awaited my instructions.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dom and Finn already back on top of each other, kissing each other like their lives depended on it while Finn fucked Dom.

"What do you want then, sweetness?" Rhea breathily asked me as she pushed herself up.

My face grew hot at the nickname. She hadn't called me that one before and it caught me off guard, not to mention, I was too embarrassed to tell them I wanted her to sit on my face while Damian fucked me blind.

Sensing my nervousness, Damian reached out and tucked back the strands of hair stuck to my forehead with sweat.

"Y/n, I promise you, whatever you want is totally okay with us. We've probably done it before anyways," He smiled at me. "Just tell us what you want so we can make you feel good."

I sucked in a deep breath, before just speed-running my words. "I want Mami to sit on my face while you fuck me."

"That, we can do." Rhea grinned cheekily at me. Gripping my shoulders she gently pushed me down to lie flat in my back, throwing some of the extra pillows behind me to the floor for more room.

My hands reflexively gripped her thighs as she swung her left leg over my hip. Smiling down at me, me began making her way up my body until she was directly over my face.

She stroked my hair as I held onto her upper thighs for dear life. "You ready?"

I nodded, the more than perfect sight of her bare pussy over top of me more than enough to steal my breath away.

Rhea leaned on the headboard with one hand while the other stayed entangled in my hair as I felt Damian put my legs up so my knees were in the air. 

I felt him situate himself between them, gripping my own thighs for support as he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy.

Rhea turned back towards him and gave him a nod but before I could ask them about it, Rhea spread her knees out and rested all her weight on top of me, while Damian simultaneously inserted himself into me, straight to the hilt.

My back arched in ecstasy as Damian began to pound into me, the same way he had to Rhea. I kept my tight grip on her thighs to keep myself grounded as I reveled in the sensations from both partners.

Rhea's grip on my hair tightened when I stuck my tongue into her cunt, making me go deeper and faster than I thought I could. Keeping one hand on her leg, I brought the other one down to rub on her clit.

I could feel Damian doing the same thing, thrusting into me as he drew circles on my clit making me moan into Rhea's pussy, only adding to her own pleasure even more as she grinded down on my face. 

Soon, I could feel both of our thighs beginning to shake on the verge of orgasm as well as Damian's thrusts beginning to become erratic.

With a final thrust of both tongue and cock, all three of us came, shaking and panting.

As soon as Rhea was able to move again she removed herself from my face, resulting in a whimper from me as her slick stuck to my chin, strings of it connecting the two of us as she pulled away.

Feeling a weight that wasn't Rhea on my stomach I looked down to see Damian's exhausted head lying on my lower belly. I smiled and ran my shaky fingers through his hair, a smile tugging at his features as sweat shone on his skin.

I didn't even notice Dom and Finn's absences from where they had been next to us until Finn was holding a wet wash cloth and making Damian get off me. He kissed my thigh before spreading them apart again and starting to clean me up.

I smiled at him in thanks, still at a loss for words as my head rolled to the side, watching as Dominik cleaned up Rhea.

"I think I'm ready for actual food now." I announced. "And maybe a shower," I scrunched my nose in fake disgust, watching as my partners all looked at me like I had hung the moon.

"Actually, I'm thinking we have a girls only bath time, hmm?" Rhea responded, holding out her hand for me to grab.

Once my hand was enveloped in hers, she led me off the bed and into the master bathroom, locking the door behind us to the annoyance of the boys.

That night started me and Rhea's tradition of taking a bath together after every group session. Not only because we both despise being sticky, but because it also gives us a little bit of girl time after being with all the guys.

Which 90% of the time just led to more sex between the two of us. The boys don't need to know that.

[lancermylove]

Random HCs

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: No pairing. Featuring DB and Royals.

Warning: None

Prompt: Random HCs for chuckles and giggles.

A/N: For all those who are exhausted, having a bad day, and struggling, I hope this makes you laugh.

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Lucifer

Lucifer has a secret stash of stress balls in his office, each one the color associated with a brother. So, whichever brother causes him stress, he takes his frustration out on that stress ball.

He once tried to join a yoga class to relax at Asmo's request but turned it into a competition to be the most flexible.

Lucifer has a weekly "evil laugh" practice session to maintain his intimidating reputation. He has quite the evil laugh, and no one can beat its evilness.

He sometimes wears sunglasses indoors so no one can see him roll his eyes at his brothers' antics.

Lucifer keeps a detailed diary of all the times Mammon has tried to borrow money and failed. He opens the diary whenever he has a bad day and needs a laugh.

He has a secret collection of cute puppy videos that he watches to de-stress after a long day. Sometimes, he watches them with Cerberus, and the hellhound's three heads tilt side to side curiously, looking at the videos.

Mammon

Mammon once tried to make a pyramid scheme business involving selling rare pebbles he found in the backyard.

He secretly practices his cool guy poses in front of the mirror every morning.

Mammon has a collection of sunglasses, each pair named after a famous celebrity from the human realm.

He’s convinced that adding “The Great” before his name on all his social media profiles will make him go viral. Asmo has told him many times it won't work, but Mammon is determined.

The brothers catch Mammon often talking to inanimate objects, like convincing his wallet to magically refill itself. Asmo even has a few videos of these conversations on his phone. If you want to see it, Asmo is taking a payment of cheek kisses for each video.

Mammon once got stuck in a vending machine while trying to get a snack that got jammed. It turned out the vending machine was a mimic. His brothers still tease him about it.

Mammon thinks he’s a master chef because he can make instant noodles without burning them.

The second brother invented a new dance move called "The Mammon Shuffle," but it looks suspiciously like him tripping over his own feet.

Levi

He once spent a week trying to train Henry to play video games with him. Then, he spent the following week sulking because Henry couldn't play with him.

Levi’s closet is 90% cosplay outfits and 10% regular clothes.

He has a secret shrine dedicated to Ruri Chan that even his brothers don’t know about. Levi refuses to tell you how much money he spent on the merch; he doesn't want Lucifer to find out and toss him to Cerberus as an afternoon snack.

Whenever Levi is losing an argument, he uses gamer lingo to throw the other person into confusion. Then, he takes a chance and runs away.

He has a collection of every limited-edition gaming console ever released.

Levi once tried to program his own virtual assistant but ended up creating an AI that only responds in overly dramatic anime lines.

Satan

Satan secretly watches cheesy soap operas but tells everyone it's for "research purposes."

Satan once tried to teach a cat hidden in his room to fetch his books, but the cat sat on them instead.

He has an extensive collection of cat memes saved on his phone, which he shares during family meetings to lighten the mood.

Satan keeps a journal of prank ideas specifically for pranking Lucifer, but most of the ideas are too elaborate to ever pull off.

He once tried to create a potion to understand cats, but the potion made him meow uncontrollably for a day.

Satan has a habit of correcting grammar and spelling mistakes in grimoires and books.

Satan attempted to join a book club but got kicked out for getting too competitive during discussions.

He has a secret stash of cat toys and treats in his room that he uses to lure stray cats into the House of Lamentation.

Asmo

Asmo has a dedicated “selfie spot” in every room of the House of Lamentation. If you need a spot to take selfies, just ask him.

He once tried to make his own beauty product line, but most of the products ended up being glittery versions of everyday items. Demons complained that Asmo tried to make them look like fairies.

He keeps an emergency beauty kit under his pillow in case he needs a touch-up in the middle of the night. After all, he needs to wake up looking perfect every morning.

Asmo has a habit of leaving love notes for himself around the house. When the brothers find them, they get very confused.

He once tried to teach his brothers a synchronized dance routine for a RAD talent show, but it turned into a hilarious disaster. Diavolo secretly recorded the video and likes to watch it when he needs a good laugh.

Asmo is convinced that wearing different colored socks affects his mood, so he carefully plans which socks to wear every morning.

Beel

Beel once tried to eat a bottomless bag of chips, only to realize it was an illusion created by Satan to keep him busy.

He once tried to enter a competitive eating contest but got disqualified for eating the other contestants' food before the competition started.

Beel has an uncanny ability to identify each ingredient in a dish just by smelling it once. He can even tell the measurement amount, like 1.5 cups of butter.

He once attempted to cook a seven-course meal but ended up eating each course before starting the next.

Beel is banned from most all-you-can-eat restaurants in the human realm. He has even caused some restaurants to go bankrupt.

He sometimes accidentally eats the props in his brothers’ pranks, leading to confusing and hilarious outcomes.

Belphie

He has a secret talent for falling asleep in the most uncomfortable-looking positions, much to the amazement of his brothers. Satan has a log of the different positions Belphie slept in for science purposes.

Belphie likes to prank his brothers by pretending to be asleep and then startling them with sudden movements or comments.

He keeps a list of the best napping spots around the House of Lamentation, constantly updating it based on comfort and noise levels.

Belphie sometimes sleepwalks into his brother's rooms in the middle of the night and steals their blanket. When they wake up feeling cold, they see Belphie sleeping on the floor, curled up under their blanket.

He once tried to convince everyone that sleeping with a specific pillow would give them prophetic dreams. Mammon tried to turn this into a money-making scheme but failed.

Belphie can identify each brother by the sound of their footsteps. This way, he doesn't need to wake up if one of the brothers he doesn't want to deal with is around.

Diavolo

Someone once told Diavolo he looks too cute to be a prince. Diavolo tried to grow a mustache to look more intimidating, but it was too itchy, and he gave up.

He secretly practices villainous monologues in front of a mirror, complete with dramatic gestures, just for fun.

Diavolo has a secret room in the castle filled with all the human realm souvenirs he's collected, including a giant plushie collection. Only Barbatos is allowed in the room to clean it when needed.

The prince once tried to understand human slang by binge-watching teen dramas. This resulted in him using slang phrases in his formal speech and confusing everyone.

Diavolo has a habit of challenging demons in the castle to friendly competitions, like who can build the tallest pancake stack...much to Barbatos’ dismay.

He secretly practices human dance trends in front of a mirror, hoping to impress you and Solomon.

The prince has a habit of giving overly enthusiastic high-fives, sometimes sending the other person stumbling backward. Diavolo forgets how strong he is.

Diavolo loves dad jokes and often tries them out on the brothers but gets collective groans and facepalms in response.

Barbatos

He has a hidden talent for stand-up comedy but only practices in front of his mirror when he’s sure no one’s watching.

Barbatos has a secret collection of novelty aprons with quirky phrases, which he wears while cooking when no one is around.

Barbatos keeps a detailed journal of all the times he’s had to clean up after Diavolo’s “enthusiastic” projects, complete with the commentaries from the peanut gallery.

He also keeps a list of all the times he had to intervene in the brothers’ schemes. That too by rank of how ridiculous they were.

The butler has a secret talent for juggling, which he practices with kitchen utensils while he waits for dishes to finish cooking.

Barbatos has a habit of organizing the pantry alphabetically, and he gets annoyed when someone messes it up.

He once tried to teach a cooking class to the brothers, but it turned into a comedy show with flying ingredients and accidental fires. Then, Solomon showed up the next day asking for cooking lessons, and Barbatos disappeared into thin air. Now, Solomon is permanently banned from entering the royal kitchen.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a friends to lovers x reader for any of the 141 (you get to choose) where the reader is plus size and she avoids them touching her? Because she knows she's plus size and doesn't think this super attractive soldier would ever even like her, much less her body, and every time she is touched she kinda pulls away, but our soldiers are so down bad for her? 👀 And ultimately maybe she gets pulled onto a lap and immediately tries to get off? Smut or no smut, it's up to you!

Thank you lovely!! 💞💞

i like this. i like this very very much hehehehe. i chose simon (i always chose him, i really have to change that😭) (i hope you're okay with that tho. it's my personal headcanon that that man is a chubby chaser by heart lol).

as someone who's also plus-size i adore requests like this so much! i hope i could write it the way you imagined it :)

also, sorry this took me so long😭. i had a bit of a slump lol (also, please give me feedback on the smut part, i never really write smut🥲 and im a virgin lmao)

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"don't touch me simon," you mumble as you push his hands away. "you know i don't like that..." you shuffle away from him and clutch the little notepad you scribble down your customers orders.

he frowns—as always—and gives you a small smile. “‘m sorry lovie. i forgot.”

you nod and straighten your back. “your usual?” you ask, already knowing that he’ll answer with yes. and he does. then you look at the rest of the team, one eyebrow raised. it was rare that they took something else than their usual.

“positive,” price replies, as well as gaz.

“i’ll take whatever ye gimme,” johnny winks and you feel yourself blush. simon just rolls his eyes. he’s getting fed up with his best friend already.

you give johnny a honest smile and scribble something down. “10 minutes and i will be back with your drinks,” you tell them, turning to leave.

once you were out of reach johnny elbowed simon into the side, a devilish smirk on his face. “have ye told ye lassie that ye like her?” he wants to know, wiggling with his eyebrows.

“zip it johnny,” simon only grumbles, starting to bounce his knee. “i ain’t tellin’er nothin’.”

“but why? ye clearly like her.” johnny frowns. if he were in simon’s position he would’ve shot his shot weeks, if not months ago. you were—you were perfection. those curves, those hips and—god forbid—your stomach.

you were hypnotising and you didn’t even know it. johnny didn’t understand how simon could just sit and watch you. he would’ve done anything to get a taste of you, or even just a glance.

“she ain’t interested n’me johnny,” simon sighs after a moment of silence. “i won’t destroy what we have over my stupid feelings.” and with that the debate was over for simon.

before johnny could answer you return with the drinks, placing them down onto the table. “here ya go,” you smile.

“thanks lassie,” johnny grins, patting your hand. you immediately pull away.

you try to overplay it. “no problem. let me know if you need anything else.” you leave with hurried steps, praying you wouldn’t encounter touch again this evening.

-

‘fuck’ you thought when you realize: all seats were taken. this was not good, nope. you just wanted to turn around and leave without anyone taking a notice of you.

but then soap notices you, “ey lassie. com’ere!” he smiles and waves at you. with hesitant steps you walk in his and simon’s direction. giving a apologetic look to the other people. this was a movie night, not some coffee gossip round. it was rare that you were on base and on most occasions you tried to avoid it but johnny and gaz practically begged you to come so you had no other chance than to say yes.

a few moments later you stood in front of the group of men—your friends—unsure what to do. were you just gonna sit on the ground or… before you can even finish that thought a arm wraps around your waist and someone pulls you into their lap. you can‘t suppress a small yelp, your eyes blow wide.

“‘s j‘st me,“ simon whispers into your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. you wanted to leave. now.

“simon,“ you hiss. “let me go. i‘m way too heavy for you—“

but instead of following your request his arm around your waist only tightens. “i‘m a big guy. i can handle it,“ he only says in a low voice. with that the topic was done for him and you knew arguing wouldn‘t make sense. once simon was determined about something there was no way to chance his mind.

so, you sat in his lap the whole movie, squirming from time to time; afraid you were too heavy for him, afraid that you would hurt him in any way. meanwhile, his hands were caressing our waist, pulling you closer to him so you‘d stop wiggling around. if you wouldn‘t stop he‘d some have a problem…

beside simon johnny was throwing side glances at him, smirking when he noticed the struggles his best friend was having. he wished he was in that position… if only he‘d been a tad faster than simon you‘d sit in his lap right now and he knew he wouldn‘t be the same after than.

“y‘alright lassie?“ johnny asks as soon as the movie is over and the lights got turned on. your face was red and your pupils blown wide. you only manage a nod, trying your best to get off simon‘s lap as normal—and fast—as possible.

“i think—i think i‘ll go home now. i have work tomorrow morning,“ you smile, still embarrassed. “i hope i‘ll see you tomorrow or are you shipping out?“

“not for at least two weeks,“ simon answers and you nod and turn to leave but then he gets up too and you stop in your tracks. you raise your eyebrow at him and he shrugs. “‘m gonna get ya home,“ he simply says and you nod again.

“alright. see you soon guys,“ you wave your goodbyes to gaz and johnny.

once you and simon where out of reach johnny started to smirk. “ohhhh, he‘s tryna get laid,“ he laughs, glancing at gaz beside him.

“100%“ the other man agrees, hiding his laughter behind his hand. “the question is if she‘s understanding all the signs…“

-

you unlock your door, simon towering over you from behind, his presence like a burning sensation you couldn‘t seem to ignore. “and we‘re there,“ you chuckle, stepping aside. “you can, uh, leave now,“ you tell him but instead of turning around he takes a step inside your flat, closing the door behind him.

“what if i don‘t want to?“ he asks, slowly coming closer to you. “what…if i want to spend the night with you, mh?“ he‘s looking down at you, his hand itching towards to your face.

you swallow, trying to hold his gaze; it seemed impossible. “why would you want that?“ you want to know, unable to phantom any reason he—out of all men—would want to spend a night with you.

he smiles at your question and lowers his head. “because i like you,“ is his answer before he starts to trails kisses down your throat. your breath gets caught and your hands rush to grip his arms. what was happening right now? this must be a dream…

"if you want t'stop, tell me," he mumbles against your neck, slowly pushing you back until your back hits your drawer. you swallow but turn your head to give him more space. it just felt so good.

your breath hitches when he finds your weak spot. "i don't want to stop," you manage to say and you feel him smirk against your skin.

he scoops you up into his arms and you yelp. "that was what i wanted t'hear," he says and seconds later his lips collide with yours as he makes his way to your bedroom. you feel like a feather in his arms, so light and free.

"been wantin' t'do this f'r a long time," simon breathes against your lips when he gently drops you down onto your bed and he pulls back. "y'look so beautiful..." his eyes admire you and you start to blush. you weren't used to being appreciated like that. especially not by men like simon.

he sits up, kneeling in front of you. then he pulls off his shirt in a smooth motion, tossing it aside. your eyes widen and you swallow again. oh steaming jesus, he looked better than you thought–

and suddenly you get aware of your looks again. you try to hide behind your arms as fast as possible, not wanting simon to see but he beats you to it. with gentle hands he grabs your wrists and pulls them away. "why're you doing that, mh?" he wants to know and you avert your gaze.

"i...don't know..." you mumble. "i just–"

he cuts you off before you can finish, "y'think i don't find ya attractive, do ya?" your blush is answer enough and he bents down. "you're the most attractive woman i've ever laid m'eyes upon..." he tells you in a whisper, placing kisses upon your face.

"you don't–"

"oh, i mean it. with every fiber of my being," he, again, cuts you off, not wanting you to doubt his attraction to you. you were beautiful, etheral even, and he didn't know how other men didn't see it. "let me worship you," he pleads, kissing your lips.

he pulls slightly back again and looks in your eyes. he wanted your consent before continung. if you'd say no, he'd stop. if you'd say yes, he would ravish you.

you hesitate for a second before you drag him back down by his neck and press a kiss to his lips. "please," you choke out, looking at him with hooded eyes.

he smiles, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, pushing it upwards. "your wish is my command love." with gentle hands he starts to undress you, trailing kisses all over your body. he wanted to you to feel good about yourself, to feel attractive.

and with every passing moment he was itching down towards your core, smirking when he feels you twitching and shuddering.

“si—simon,” you moan when his lips ghost over your clothed cunt.

he does it again, looking up at you through hooded eyes. “shhhh,” he coos, his tumb caressing your thigh. “b’good f’r me, will ya?” he was straining himself to not rip your clothes off when he started undressing you piece by piece. he wanted to cherish you, burn the image of you sprawled across your bed—naked—into his mind. who knew when he’d be able to see you like that again?

it felt like a haze, the way he was undressing and worshipping your body, his eyes rarely leaving yours. he wanted to you feel seen, to feel lusted after because that was exactly what he was doing.

he came face to face with you again, his lips finding yours while his hand cupped your pussy. your breath hitched. “so ready for me,” he chuckles, his tumb carefully starting to stimulate your clit.

a whine escapes you when he pulls his hand back after a few moments and he can’t suppress a smirk. “oh, ya needy, aren’t ya?” you only manage a nod, your mouth falling open when you feel him slipping one finger inside. “gon’ work ya well open first, love,” he tells you before he starts to litter you with kisses again.

with a steady rhythm he pumps his finger in and out of you, trying to pay attention to your body’s reaction as best as possible. he wanted to make this about you and you only.

he was sucking bruises onto your skin while moans dripped past your lips. oh, he felt like he was in heaven. “keep makin’ them sounds f’r me love,” he mumbles as he starts to hump your bed. his dick was painfully hard by now and he needed to feel some relief.

you gasp and writhe and whine, grabbing his arm to feel something between your hands. “please simon,” you cry out with your back arching off the mattress. “i wanna—“ he shuts you up with a kiss.

“i know what ya want.” and exactly that is the moment your orgasm ripples through you. a dragged out moan leaves your mouth and your fingernails bore into the flesh of his arms. “j’st like that,” simon coos, carefully removing his hand from your cunt.

you gasp for air as you come down from your high, still not 100% sure if this was real; because it didn’t feel like it. you release simon’s arms from your grip, swallowing when you saw the marks you left.

in the meanwhile simon fully undressed himself, his painfully hard cock finally getting set free. he looked at you and a smirk tugged at his lips when he noticed you staring. he tugged at his cock before he crawled back onto the bed to hover about you.

you look up at him, unsure of what to do. it’s been probably years since you’ve last had sex. it wasn’t that much of a regular thing in your life.

“ya ready?” he asks you after he connects your lips in a gentle kiss. you nod and he carefully starts to open your legs further. “i’ll be gentle, yea?”

simon’s hands caress your thighs before he aligns his cock with your entrance and trains his eyes on you as he starts to push himself inside.

your mouth falls open and your hands find their way back to grip onto his arms. a tear slips past your eye and a loud moan drags past your lips. “simon—oh my god!”

he grunts, doing his best to hold himself back from restlessly pounding into you. he didn’t want to hurt you. “no god ‘ere love. only me.” he bends down to kiss you and one of his hands starts to stimulate your clit again.

when he fully bottomed out it took all of his self control to not come immediately. he’s dreamed of this for months, years even and not it was finally happening.

“takin’ me s’good,” simon whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his hips back, making you whine before he pushes them forward again, pulling another moan out of you. “this pussy was made for me, huh.” a cocky grin was on his face.

you nod and babble, too overwhelmed by that pleasure that was so unknown to you. “wanna be good for you,” you cry, clutching his arm with your hands. “please simon.”

he starts to trail kisses down your throat while he keeps his thrusts in a steady rhythm. he felt his orgasm building but he wouldn’t come before you didn’t. this wasn’t about him and his pleasure, this was about you.

you moan, “oh—oh—“ when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. “i’m gonna come simon,” your voice trembles.

“i know,” he grits out as he fastens his thrusts and keeps stimulation your clit. the way you were clenching around him had him seeing stars. you were so close.

and then he pushes you over the cliff, your orgasm rippling through you with a force you didn’t know as possible. your vision fades to black and your mouth falls open as simon fucks you through your orgasm.

he’s trying his best to keep his composure when you clench around him, almost milking him but he pushes through, managing a couple sloppy thrusts before he comes with a deep moan, fully burying himself inside you.

his eyes are closed as he tries to take a deep breath, a faint ‘i love you’ leaving his lips.

(i’m sorry the end is like that. i’m terrible at endings🧍🏼. i didn’t know how to properly cut this😭)

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Summary︱Ransom comes to spend the holidays with his twin brother, Andy and his fiancé. He can't stand her at all despite her being one of the sweetest people on the earth. Turns out all they needed was to bond.

Pairings︱Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.8k

Warnings︱It's Ransom, that a big warning in itself, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, manipulation, slight coercion (if you blink you'll miss it), oral (f!), cheating, daddy kink

Author's note︱It's been too long and now I'm finally back! This was fun to make and I've had this idea in my head for weeks now! Have fun reading :) Feedback is appreciated!

You adored your fiancé Andy, he was a kindhearted gentleman that loved you with his entire being. You couldn’t ask for more in a man. Everyone around him approved of you and liked you quite a lot.

Well most of them. 

The only person who couldn’t get on board was his twin, Ransom. Though the feelings were mutual. You thought he was too crude and he thought you were too much of a prude. Unlike him, you’ve never vocalized your dislike towards him, preferring to be kind to him even if you wanted to sew his mouth shut. 

The good part was you rarely got to see the man. You were safe from seeing his face anywhere you went. That was until Andy came home with a surprise. 

“Ransom is going to spend the holidays with us this year.” 

You froze. “Excuse me?” 

“There’s too much going on and I won’t be able to make it home this year and Ransom doesn’t want to go spend the holidays with the family,” Andy began to explain, “I don't want him to be alone so I invited him to stay with us.” 

“Which holidays?” You asked, hoping it would just be Thanksgiving. 

“All of them.” 

It felt like someone dropped an anvil on you. He was going to spend at least a month with you in your shared house, day and night. “And he said yes?” You questioned, surprised he even gave Andy an answer. 

“I was surprised too,” he answered. “He’s coming on Thursday.” 

It was Tuesday, meaning you only had a day to prepare. You dropped your shoulders in defeat. “I better start preparing the guest room,” you said as you got up from the couch. 

Andy grabbed your arm as you tried to walk past him, pulling you into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Look I know you two aren’t the best of friends and it’ll be difficult but I want him here with us. Maybe after he really gets to know you, you’ll get along.”

“There’s a better chance of me growing another inch than us getting along.” 

Thursday came a little bit too fast for your liking. One moment you were talking with Andy about Ransom and within a blink of an eye you were at the airport, waiting for him. His flight landed 15 minutes ago and most of the passengers were already off. But he just had to make a fashionably late entrance. 

“There’s my little brother!” Ransom exclaimed. 

“You’re older by a minute,” Andy said as he got up from his seat. 

“A minute and 10 seconds.” Ransom’s answer made Andy playfully roll his eyes. Ransom then turned his attention to you, flashing you a fake smile. “Look who’s here! Did you shrink while I was away? I almost didn’t see you.” 

It was early in the morning. Even more so to be dealing with Ransom’s remarks. You resisted the burning urge to roll your eyes at him. “It’s nice to see you Ransom, I hope you had a nice flight.” 

“It was the absolute worst actually-” He began to complain but it all became white noise to your brain. You just nodded your head as he complained, occasionally saying that must’ve sucked just to make it seem like you were actually paying attention. 

For the first couple of days Andy was able to keep him busy and out of your way but he had to go back to work, leaving you with him all day. At first he would stay for only part of your day, often going out to do something other than being in the house with you. Eventually he just stayed around the house more and more. 

“Are you seriously reading again?” Ransom asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch. 

You quickly tore your gaze from your book to look at Ransom. “Mhm,” you hummed in confirmation, going back to reading your book. 

“Weren’t you just reading this morning?” He asked. 

“I was finishing the last couple of pages. Andy doesn’t like it when I lose sleep to finish reading,” you answered. “This is a different book.” 

“Can I see?”’ He asked with complete sincerity. You then handed him the book only for him to throw it across the room, earning a small ‘Hey!’ from you. “Well stop reading, I’m bored.” 

“What do you want to do?” You asked him as you fully turned your body towards his. 

“If I knew what to do I wouldn’t be here, telling you I’m bored.” 

You decided to ignore his comment and pretend like he never said it in the first place. “Well…we could go grocery shopping.” 

“Grocery shopping? Really?” He questioned, unamused at your suggestion. Much to his dismay, he saw that you were 100% serious. “Fine, let's go.” 

The drive to the grocery store was longer than necessary. Ransom refused to let you drive, part of you figured it was an ego thing but he claimed that a man should always drive. Never the woman. He also refused to use a map, claiming that he knew where he was going. 

After 25 minutes of driving in circles, you finally got to the grocery store. It was practically empty, not a lot of people wanted to do their weekly grocery shopping at 7:27 pm. 

“Now that I’ve been thinking about it, you’re always at the house,” Ransom commented. “Do you not have a job?” 

“Not anymore,” you said as you pushed the cart towards the dairy section. “I used to be a secretary.” 

“Why’d you quit?” 

“Andy said I didn’t have to work anymore and he would take care of me.” You grabbed a gallon of milk and crossed it off your mental grocery list. You started to push the cart down the section towards the produce. “It was too overwhelming for me and Andy didn’t like that I was so stressed out.” 

“How hard can that be?” Ransom scoffed. 

“It’s a lot harder than you think Ransom,” you replied. “It didn’t help that I was one of the few women there. I had a terrible boss.” 

“What do you do all day then? Just sit there and look pretty while you wait for Andy to come home?” 

“I clean, run some errands, go out—I do the same things you do but you don’t seem the type of person to clean or run errands.” 

“Why would I?” He scoffed. “That's why I hired a maid and an assistant to do all that for me.” 

“Not surprised trust fund baby,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What did you say?” Ransom asked, having fully heard you. 

You looked up at him, “Oh nothing,” you lied, you even went as far as to pull out doe eyes. “Oh we need bread!” 

 “No, no, no,” Ransom repeated as he grabbed your upper arm, halting you from moving any further. “Repeat what you said.” 

“I said we need bread.” 

“Before that.” 

“I said nothing,” you answered, unknowingly pushing his buttons in the sweetest way imaginable. 

His hand traveled up your upper arm to your cheeks, slightly squishing them together as he inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips.

“Kitten, repeat what you said, I’m not going to ask again.” 

Your lips parted open but no sound came out. You felt heat pooling from the pit of your stomach rising to your face. You tried to peel your eyes away from his only for him to chase after them. 

“I-I said, not surprised trust fund baby,” you mumbled loud enough so he could hear it.  

The corner of his lip tugged into a sly smirk, “See now was that so hard?” He asked as he dropped his hand. “Good girl.” 

Ransom evoked a spark inside him that night. He noticed how your body went hot under his touch and he loved it. It was as if you have been untouched and you’re just now tasting a man’s touch. You would grow shy under his gaze if he stared at you for too long. You would jump every time his hands brushed your body. 

Ransom’s favorite part was when he would inch his face close to yours and your eyes would dart to his lips right before going back to his eyes. 

Though part of him couldn’t help but think it was all an act. There was no possible way a woman like you could be so innocent. That you would pretend to get flustered everytime he made a sexual innuendo. That you would get uncomfortable and squirm in your seat everytime a sex scene came on. 

It had to be an act. 

Like right now, you were in the kitchen cooking food for you and Ransom. You were wearing Andy’s sweater with a pair of small pj shorts and Ransom had made a crude comment. 

“You and Andy must've had crazy kitchen counter sex if that’s what you wear to cook.” 

“Oh my,” you squeaked out. “We don’t–uh–Andy and I-” 

“Oh please drop the act,” he scoffed.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What act?” 

“That!” Ransom exclaimed. “The pretending you’re all innocent and being such a fucking prude. Everyone has sex, it’s normal.” 

Except you haven’t had sex yet. You always wanted to wait until marriage for personal reasons and Andy didn’t mind one bit. He completely respected your decision and liked the idea of waiting, it’s building tension the two of you would unleash on your wedding night. 

“It’s not an act Ransom,” you answered. “I just don’t feel comfortable talking about…it.”

“You’re kidding me right?” He remarked. He took your silence as a no. Then the realization slowly crept in his mind. “Unless…” 

“Unless what?” You questioned. 

“Unless you’re a virgin? But that’s impossible…right?” His tone was teasing and almost humiliating. 

You felt the shame burn your cheeks and you imagined the words ‘virgin’ written in big red bold letters across your forehead. People have assured you that it’s okay to be a virgin and everyone takes life at a different speed. You were just getting comfortable with it. 

“Answer me kitten.” 

“Yes,” you whispered, looking down at your feet. 

Ransom swallowed the last 4 steps that were between the two of you. His right hand went under your chin, softly lifting it up. “So he’s never touched you?” Ransom asked as his left hand slowly began to graze your body. 

“No.” Your breath hitched when his large hand rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You bumped into his chest with a soft grunt. His hands went to your back when he felt you shift backwards, caging you against him.

“Please let me go Ransom,” you softly pleaded as you tried to pry him off. 

“No,” he said as his head dipped to your neck, placing fervent kisses. “You want this and you know it.” 

“No–ngh–I can’t do this to Andy.” 

Ransom stopped the attack on your neck. You could see it in his face that he was bothered at the mention of his twin brother. “We’re not doing anything bad, kitten. We’re just having fun, you want us to get along, don’t you?” 

“This is bad Ransom, I’m cheating on my fiance,” you protested. “I can’t do this.” Ransom had you in his grip and he wasn’t going to lose you. He refused to. 

“Andy’s cheating on you,” he blurted out. 

“What?” You questioned him. 

“It’s obvious, kitten. How else was he going to stay with you? He’s a man after all and men have needs.” 

"You’re lying,” you argued. “Why should I believe you?” 

“Because I’m his brother and I know the type of person he is.” His hands went underneath your sweater, slithering their way up to your breasts. “So I think we can have some fun. It wouldn’t be fair after all.” 

Ransom’s lips crashed onto yours before you could give an answer. You tasted like the strawberries you were eating just mere minutes ago. With every passing second, his kisses grew hungrier. 

“Jump,” he whispered against your lips. You obeyed and lifted yourself off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly stumbled into your bedroom. Carefully, he set you on the bed and unbeknownst to you, he had taken off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. 

His warmed calloused hand went to your thighs, spreading them as fast apart as he could. You were completely soaked. Ransom bit back a moan. “Oh kitten,” he purred. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” Ransom planted open mouth kisses on your ankle, working his way up to your inner thighs. Your head felt dizzy and your body was high off of his touch. When you felt Ransom kiss your cunt, you knew you were a goner. 

“Ransom,” you moaned out. 

“That’s not my name kitten,” Ransom murmured. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he licked around your pussy lips. “It’s daddy. Now say it.” 

“Please daddy,” you whined. 

“If you stop saying it, I stop. Got it?” 

You rapidly nodded your yes, not trusting your own voice. You let out a strangled moan as Ransom licked a broad stripe against your pussy. 

“You taste so fucking sweet,” Ransom let out a moan of satisfaction, sending vibrations through you, making it more pleasurable than you ever imagined. 

Incoherent babbles left your mouth as he made precise, figure eights on your clit. You couldn’t help but lock your legs around his head, never wanting him to leave. You lazily propped yourself up on the bed to watch Ransom but it all went out the window when his lips sucked on your clit. 

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, your head falling back on the mattress. “Daddy! Feel s’good!” 

Ransom momentarily lifted his head, watching your blissed out state. “I know it does kitten,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Andy could never make you feel like this huh?” 

“No.” 

“I wonder how he would feel that I’m eating his pretty fiancé’s pussy? Making her scream daddy.” Ransom dipped his head back down and went at it again.

 His tongue goes through your fold, licking all your sweet wetness. You felt a familiar sensation only this time it was coming faster and harder. This felt nothing like this when you would play with yourself. 

“Oh daddy!” You screwed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets. Your lower half took a mind of its own as you began to rock your hips against his face, chasing your high. A gasp fled your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Suddenly the only word you knew was daddy, repeating it as if it was a prayer. 

“How was that, kitten?” Ransom teasingly asked. “Did daddy make you feel good?” 

“Mhm,” you blissfully hummed out. “S’good.” 

“That’s my girl,” Ransom praised as he pulled your shorts back up. “You did so good for me.” Ransom enjoyed watching you, you were spaced out and he didn’t even put his all into it. He could only begin to imagine how you would react when he really got done with you. 

“Now let's go finish cooking before Andy comes home.” He kissed you lips one more time before helping you off the bed.

Andy surprisingly came home earlier than he said he would. Usually would come home at 12, it was currently 10:06 pm. You had barely finished washing the dishes when you heard the door unlock.

“Hi honey!” Andy greeted you as walked over to kiss you. You turned your head to the side and his lips collided with your cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned at your behavior. 

“Nothing,” you answered. “I’m heading off to bed, I’m really tired. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Goodnighttt,” Ransom sang as you left the room. 

“Goodnight Ransom.” 

Andy waited until you left the room to talk to Ransom. Once he saw he was in the clear, he turned to Ransom. “What the hell did you say to her?” 

“Nothing, why?”  Ransom asked, playing the innocent. “Trouble in paradise?” 

“Drop the act Ransom.” Andy stepped closer to him, placing his hands on his hips. “We were fine a couple days ago and now she’s acting weird. What did you do to her?” 

“I did nothing,” he said as he raised his hands in defense. 

Andy knew he was lying. If he really was telling the truth, he would’ve told him off and stormed off cursing at how his own brother doesn’t believe him. 

“Stay away from her,” Andy seethed through gritted teeth. “Don;t even think about laying a finger on her.” 

“Or what? You’re going to kick me out?” Ransom scoffed. “I saw her first and you took her away from me. I’m simply getting back what’s mine.” 

[genshin-obsessed]

When Someone Flirts with You | Haikyuu [Karasuno]

Ok, so I debated on this for a while because this has already ben posted. However, its on a blog I don't/can't go on anymore. Since this is my writing (idea and all), I'm gonna repost it here. I did debate on reblogging the fic here, but it's my works and I want them with me, on this blog. Basically, if you've seen this exact fic posted two years ago, it was me. That blog has my name and everything if you need proof. I just don't want to draw attention to it. I did reuse tags lol cuz I don't know them too well yet

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Asahi Azumane, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura

Extra: they're all aged up btw

COME ONE! COME ALL! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your mans!

➺ Shoyo Hinata

He’s kinda scared of PDA? Not scared, but he gets embarrassed easily. So there’s not much touching in public, aside from hand holding. This leads people to not know you’re taken and so you’re fair game.

This boy is NOT scary. He’s quite the opposite unless he has his MOMENT which is rare and fizzles out really fast. At first, he’ll let you handle the situation and ONLY jump in when he’s positive you require help. He’s not a helicopter boyfriend, you’re an adult. You can handle yourself. So, he’ll usually come up and tell the person that you’re uncomfortable and that they should go away.

That’s never worked before. Ever. Not one time. Hinata just looks CUTE and he’s not the tallest. Even as an adult, he’s still about 172cm (5’7). So there’s a chance the person is taller than him and if they are, they won’t take him seriously. The whole “under 6ft is not a man” bs. They’ll just shove him aside to get to you.

He hates that. There’s one thing to tease him and bully him but YOU? Oh that’s a whole nother ball game. Hinata doesn’t like seeing you upset/uncomfortable. He does everything in his power to keep you smiling so when he sees someone directly causing you discomfort… God help them.

The next method would depend on the situation. If he has a ball with him, he will throw it (this happened once at practice when you came to watch and someone wouldn’t leave you alone). But he can also jump to their height and punch/slap them. Hinata has gotten much stronger since his high school days. He will defend you at all costs.

His little jump attack? 10/10 it works EVERY SINGLE TIME and they’re GONE. Or you know… unconscious. Usually the area would go dead silent and all you can hear is Hinata huff. He’ll take your hand as gently as he can and lead you out of the establishment. Once you have fresh air, he’ll gently take your shoulders and ask if you’re ok. Reassurance is especially important here.

“They’ll never bother you again, (n/n). Are you ok?”

➺ Tobio Kageyama

Tobio isn’t one to flaunt your relationship because he’s a pretty private person. So not EVERYONE knows you’re together. Which is completely fine and acceptable, it’s just how he is. The thing is, this leads to situations where people think you’re single. If he walks away or you’re alone, people will take their chance.

 You get hit on when you’re alone, usually. So, you’ll always try to find Tobio when you’re in that situation. He’ll spot you in seconds. He’s always got an eye on you (cuz you’re hot and he can’t help it).   You’ll get the person to see Tobio and he’ll just GLARE. Usually, about 9 times outta 10, his death glare makes everyone go away. It’s pretty scary, especially if he’s like two feet away from them.

But there’s always one person it doesn’t work on. The one who decides to push it and try to physically touch you. This has only happened once, but the person rolled their eyes, pushed Tobio away, and pushed you against the wall.

Oh boy. Tobio doesn’t care if people bother HIM but someone who makes you uncomfortable tries to touch you? Their funeral. Especially this dirtbag. Your eyes widened in pure fear and panic when your back roughly hit the wall. The person’s face was inches away from your own and you couldn’t see Tobio anymore. You’d frozen up completely.

It only lasted a second before the person was on the floor. You’d barely had time to blink before Tobio DRAGGED them and roughly threw them to the side. The person glared and sat up, ready to curse him out when Tobio kicked him in the chest. This is usually how it would go. He takes them by surprise and throws them to the ground, all while barely breaking a sweat.

10/10 they’re probably unconscious or too terrified to move. He’ll just glare at them before slowly walking over to you. Tobio will give you a minute and will often try to hide you from the crowd that is undoubtedly staring at you. If your other friends are there, they'll hide you from view until you’re calm enough to where Tobio can take you away.

“Are you ok? It’s ok, take a deep breath. No one will ever do that to you again… I swear.”

➺ Kei Tsukishima

If you’re dating Tsukishima, you’ve gotta be tough on SOME LEVEL. There’s no way you can’t handle him but got close enough to start dating him. Then again… he doesn’t mind a cute, soft, shy partner. That just means he’ll need to be your shield more often than not. And let’s be honest, he likes protecting you. Tsuki’s not big on PDA. Like Kageyama, the entire world doesn’t need to know your business. So people can think you’re single. And you, lil pretty thang, you attract people.

You try to stick next to your boyfriend when you’re out in a public place or somewhere with lots of people. But if he does leave for a minute or you do, people will swoop in. Tsuki knows IMMEDIATELY. He just does, he’s psychic like that. He’ll see if you need help and if you do, he’ll come stand by. Tsuki’s height alone is enough to deter people, but of course, he’s pretty lanky (like… where’s the muscle?). So, most people wouldn’t be too deterred. 5/10.

See, Tsuki gets it, you’re hot. Of course people wanna flirt with you but they should learn to take a hint. Especially when you tell them you’re not interested. They usually kinda just ignore him or push him out of the way or even try to take you away. Like hell Tsuki’s gonna let that happen. Bitch please. Anyone who underestimates Tsuki is in for a treat. He can and will destroy someone’s self esteem through words. Who needs to fight? Not him. He will roast tf outta some until they’re no longer confident in themselves.

That’s the good thing about Tsuki, he doesn’t need muscle to chase people off. He’s not that weak either though, so worse comes to worse, he can defend you. But worry not, there’s no need for violence with that mouth of his. There is ONE more thing Tsuki will do that will ALWAYS get rid of people. He does this rarely because it scares you a little, but it's effective.

Tsuki will come up to you and then… he’ll punch the wall above your head and glared down at the person. No one stays after that! So 10/10! Would recommend. After that, Tsuki sighs and lets his hand fall on your head, breaking you out of your trance.

“Your face looks weird. Come on, it’s fine now. Let’s go somewhere else though.”

➺ Tadashi Yamaguchi

Oh boy… 

He HATES confrontation, but for you, he’ll step right in. Usually, Tadashi likes to get in between you and the offender. He’ll try to tell them to stop bothering you. He really crosses his fingers and hopes it’ll work.

2/10, sadly, he’s just too cute to be scary. So, usually, people just brush past him or even shove him away. This kinda does put a damper on his mood. He wishes every single time he was as scary as Tsukishima (who wouldn’t want to be?) so he could scare people off. When you see that though… ooh.

This usually causes you to get VERY upset! You don’t like it when people treat Tadashi like crap so you become quite aggressive. That works BUT sometimes you’ll get those creeps that like “feisty” people. So they’ll often just pin you to a wall. This usually sparks something in Tadashi. He just… loses it. Sorry, Tsukishima who?

Since their backs are turned to him, he’ll just come up behind them, grab their hair and pull so hard they fall to the ground. If they’re bald then he’ll do the same but with their shirt. You’ll take your chance to hide behind Tadashi, who’s just death glaring at the person on the floor.

69/10! Works EVERY SINGLE TIME! Tadashi doesn’t understand it, where the hell did that come from?! But it’s very effective because the person is always gone. He just hopes no one stands up to fight him because he’ll 100% lose. He’ll realize that he might’ve been really scary and slowly turns around to face you.

“A-are you ok? I-I’m sorry if I scared you.”

➺ Ryunosuke Tanaka

Everyone and their grandmothers have to know you two are together! He’s usually all over you but you don’t hate it. It’s nice when you’re in a place with creeps around. But sometimes one of the creeps doesn’t see him or does see him but doesn’t care. They’ll saunter over to you and just shamelessly start flirting.

He’ll join them! Literally. He’ll swing his arm around the person and just lean in and start complimenting you. “You’re right, they’re hot! Hey baby! You here by yourself?” It’s odd, but you always feel better when he’s nearby in situations like this.

Usually, the person gets weirded out. They don’t know Tanaka (unless they saw him) and so they’ll either claim you’re theirs or just ask Tanaka what he’s doing. Usually, it works. If they recognize him, they’ll just quickly leave but sometimes they don’t. They’ll shove him off and try to regain your attention.

Tanaka takes it as a compliment. He’s not one to just start getting aggressively possessive. No. You’re HOT. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS! He takes it as a compliment when people flirt with you BUT to an extent. If they make you uncomfortable he goes nuts. Yeah, you’re ridiculously attractive but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings.

His next method is usually shoving them back. He’ll make it clear that you’re his partner and you’re not comfortable. Sometimes this makes people go away but there’s always one. For that, Tanaka just punches them. It only takes one. They’re either knocked out or just too scared to stay.

10/10. Unconscious or gone. He’ll smirk proudly, then hug you immediately. If you’re super scared or just really anxious, he’ll take a second before touching you. He prefers to reassure first before getting too into your space.

“It’s ok, they’re gone. Come on, let’s go somewhere else.”

➺ Yu Nishinoya

He’s kind of like Tanaka. He loves to show off his gorgeous partner. Everyone has to know cuz he brags about you ALL THE TIME. Kiyoko who?

Like I said, he’s like Tanaka. He’ll join whoever’s flirting with you. “Hey sexy! Wanna get outta here?” This prompts the person to ask who tf he is. “Huh? Oh! I’m just flirting with my partner. They’re hot, right? I know.” 

3/10. That, unsurprisingly, fails. Why wouldn’t it? Unlike Tanaka… Nishinoya’s just kinda… cute. He’s not very intimidating. People just shove him away and turn their attention back to you.

Nishinoya’s really in tune with your emotions. Like… it’s kinda weird how well he knows you. He can just feel the second you panic. That really pisses him off. He even scares you sometimes.

He’ll usually grab the person’s arm and tug them back, silently with just fury in his eyes. “Don’t. Touch. Them.” This bumps the effectiveness to 8/10. People get scared and leave but there’s always one. Noya’s already in aggressive mode, so it’s not too difficult to handle this person. He’ll kick their knee. Hard. If it breaks, oh well. 10/10. They’re gone. Either taken away by friends or something, but they won’t ever bother you again. At this point, Noya takes your hand and leads you away.

“Sorry if I scared you, but we should leave. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Some people are just disgusting.”

➺ Asahi Azumane

He doesn't show you off like Tanaka or Noya, but he usually has his arm around you. This proves to everyone you're his, right? Well some people just don’t care. 

If he sees you getting uncomfy, he'll be by your side in a second!! He usually starts off by putting distance between you and the offender. 5/10; Asahi’s pretty intimidating looking, so 50% of the time, people get scared off. But there are some who don’t…

He’s not a fighter. He won’t just resort to kicking ass, so he’ll try to explain that you’re uncomfy. That kinda shows people he’s intimidating on the outside but soft on the inside, so they push him out of the way. That’s when you’ll scream for Asahi to help.

It’s on purpose, actually. Because it kinda sparks something in him. He just… changes. He doesn’t like it when you’re uncomfortable and he hates it when you’re scared. So, he’ll grab the person’s shoulder with a death grip. With one rough shove backwards and away from you usually does the trick. If it doesn’t… we’ll he’s pretty strong and he’s a big guy.

then people realize… yeah no, he’s just as scary on the inside. 10/10 they’re GONE.

“Hey are you ok? I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. Do you wanna go home? We can just watch movies and cuddle.”

➺ Koshi Sugawara

Koshi is attached to you at the hip. He’s always with you and your friends know you’re dating. But he’s not really one for super, crazy PDA. I mean, he doesn’t have an issue with it, he often just finds himself standing next to you. Not touching you. This kinda leads most people to think you’re just friends.

Koshi kinda lets you handle it, but if you’re starting to get really uncomfortable, just look at him. He’ll stand beside you and just ask what’s going on. To which most people tell him to “get lost”. He’ll just smile and explain that you’re not very comfortable and they should leave you alone. 

0/10. It’s never worked and it never will. They usually sigh, roll their eyes, grab your hand and try to tug you away from Koshi.

Usually, that’s what sends Koshi into like… defensive, scary Koshi. Flirting is one thing, being pushy is one thing, but forcefully taking you away…

The second someone pulls you away, he’ll grab their wrist with such a strong grip, it causes bruising. That causes the person to let go and you immediately run and hide behind Koshi.

69/10! The air around Koshi is just suffocating, he’s horrifically intimidating, and with just one look people go rigid. No one bothers him or you if you're still at the establishment. Chances are you’ll leave though.

“Sorry if I scared you, darling. Are you ok? Come on, let’s get you home.”

➺ Daichi Sawamura

Daichi’s kinda like Suga. He’s usually seen with his arm around your shoulders or you attached to his arm. Again, he’s not against PDA- he’ll kiss you in public, no problem- but does he need to? If not, there’s no reason. So again, people have a hard time telling you’re together.

Because of that, he doesn’t become aggressive when someone flirts with you. Maybe they didn’t know and they DID build up the courage to talk to you. So, he’ll just stand beside you and kindly explain you’re taken and you don’t appreciate the flirting.

It’s rare that this works out. Some people will genuinely apologize and leave, which is great. But the chances of that are like 2%. 98% of people scoff and just brush him off, turning back to you and explaining they’d be a better option.

Oh boy. Daichi does NOT appreciate that. He’s caring and sweet and often doesn’t seem like a scary guy BUT HE CAN BE. This lil “scary Daichi” thing depends on you. If you’re ok, just talk to the person, but if they’re really giving you anxiety just ask him for help. There’s just a way his name comes out of your mouth when you’re scared that irks him. He hates it when you’re so scared and vulnerable. So, scary Daichi is the result!

So, the next step is Daichi grabbing the person by the collar and glaring at them. “Maybe I’ll need to beat the respect into you which I really don’t mind doing.” Daichi is NOT bluffing. Anyone who dares challenge him WILL get their ass beat. He doesn’t negotiate when it comes to your safety/comfort.

10/10 NO ONE WANTS AN ANGRY DAICHI! 100% of people who go up against an angry Daichi run off with their tail between their legs. He’s just so goddamn scary. But he understands he can scare you too, so he’ll immediately get that under control. He’ll slowly approach you and try to touch you. Once you hug him, he’ll know everything’s ok.

“Let’s leave. I’ll buy you some ice cream on the way home, that sound good?”

[marloree]

𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚏é 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎

Pairing: boyfriend! Soobin × Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.78 k

You've been wanting to go to this new cute little café that just opened recently for a while now. Unfortunately, your and your boyfriend's tight schedules didn't let you run straight to the café on its opening day. But, on you way back home, you would observe it eagerly, wishing you could visit as soon as possible.

Luckily, the weekend didn't take so long to come and now you finally had some spare time to go to the lovely café you've been eyeing for the past week.

Despite it being Saturday, you woke up early, the excitement rushing through your veins made you unable to sleep for a second longer.

Well, you had some dignity to not wake up your boyfriend at 7 in the morning on one of his rare weekends, so you took your time getting ready.

Firstly, you finished all the work you had left and then began getting ready. While putting on the cutest outfit and making your hair, you felt the anticipation building inside you more and more.

Once you were done and checked the time, it was already almost 10 am. Quite the time to wake Soobin up, you thought.

You went into your shared bedroom, trying not to make too much noise to save the last precious moments of your boyfriend's sleep.

"Hey, Soob..", you whispered, lightly tapping his shoulder.

It didn't take him long to fully wake up. Looking at you, Soobin could see you beaming with joy and anticipation which made him smile, too. He knew how badly you wanted to go to the café and, to be fair, he wanted it almost just as badly. He missed your cute lovely dates: both being busy, you couldn't afford going out as much as you used to.

"I'm coming right away", Soobin nodded, letting out the last yawn before getting up and going to prepare as well.

You waited patiently for him to get ready as you looked out of the window, your gaze on the café on the other side of the street - the café you were going to. It was so prettily organised, you thought. Obviously you couldn't tell much about the inside since you haven't been in yet, but you could see just how lovely it looked from the sneaky glances you took from the outside.

Soobin, as promised, didn't take too long. Deciding to match up with your outfit, he also wore something cute: a fluffy jacket and baggy jeans.

"Ahh, I can't believe we're going there today, the week flew by so fast. You look almost as cute as the café itself, by the way", you let out a content giggle as you two headed straight to the café.

"You look even cuter, though", Soobin remarked, taking your hand in his as you made your way towards the café.

It took you less than 5 minutes to get inside. Honestly, the inside was ten times better than you could've ever imagined. Everything was so nicely organised: the tables, the chairs and the cute little sofas placed on the sides of the café, the paintings on the walls - everything together brought such a cozy vibe to the place.

Even without tasting the bakery yet, you were sure you'd come here often when you had the time. The atmosphere here was so relaxing and peaceful.

However, once you two settled down and took a look at the menu, you got only more delighted by the sight. It contained so many diverse peaces of bakery, you felt like it could please everyone's taste. Numerous muffins with different flavours, cupcakes, buns, cinnamon rolls and many many more made you want to try every single dessert they could offer.

Well, for now you had to pick a few that caught your eye the most of all. It's not like you could devour all the bakery they served even if you wanted to...

So, you picked a few of your most favourite desserts and so did Soobin.

While you waited for them to be done, you chatted, recalling the times you would sit like that at some other café. You both missed these days dearly and were happy to get a chance to spend your weekend just the way you used to once again.

However, once the bakery you ordered was brought to your table and you got a taste of it, your eyes sparkled even brighter. The taste was heavenly: not too sugary, containing just the perfect amount of cream, it was perfect. Now you could proudly call the café your favorite. You definitely wouldn't miss a chance to visit it again with your boyfriend in the future.

[saphig-iawn]

Once again, I find myself in one of the most wonderful, caring, and intimate positions that a hypnodomme could hope for: hypnotising a switch who just rarely gets the chance to be a sub.

We had been conversing for a little while, playfully trading quips about kink and hypnosis, and slowly became friends. I always held out a hand of doing a session, but through cosmic machination, it never came to be... until today.

Through the sublime alignment of schedules and whatever astral clockwork that runs things, she was finally settled comfortably on her bed with me weaving my words through her mind. She dropped so well for me, she slipped from her world and fell into my embrace with such ease. We just floated in my space for a while, as I cooed in her ear. Then I brought her back up, nice and gently, but I wasn't ready for what followed.

She told me how long she had been waiting to finally feel trance. 10 years she had waited, going from file to script, pillar to post, always being so close but so far away. But with me... she told me that she finally knows how it feels. I couldn't help but want to swaddle her, and comfort her because I know how that feels. To forever be the one to realise your subs' fantasies and be just so envious of them having the thing you've wanted for so long. And so we just chatted in the afterglow, and melted into conversation and the relief of finally achieving her trance.

And then her excitement fizzled and sparked. She realised her painted horizon on a concrete wall had become open fields and rolling hills. So many opportunities, so many things to try and explore. I am just so happy that I could give her that respite and that release.

She's looking forward to another session, and we've already negotiated what it will be. She wants to be turned into a doll, and I cannot wait to make her the prettiest, most peaceful, and posable doll~

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

It was Peter's nature to drool after girls that didn't even register him. In a scale of 1 to 10. Peter focused on the top ones. Remus had told him in multiple occasions that the scale was bullshit. And that Peter was more than a stupid number. Because if Remus thought about that scale, Sirius was an eleven. And Remus barely got to five. Therefore, nothing could ever happen between them.

"Only blokes like Sirius or James can get tens, Moony. That's why I go for numbers lower than mine"

"And what number are you?"

"Clearly a seven" Peter shrugged "Susan was a solid six. Decent, pretty. But not a ten"

Remus could see Peter said that because he was actually hurt. Even if Peter's first girlfriend had been a bitch, Peter had loved her.

Now that Peter was single, he focused on every single girl at Hogwarts. Make them pretty, with decent curves, bam, he was in love. Peter had talked and talked about the beauty of being single and having eyes for all "the babes".

Mary Macdonald clearly was one of the babes this term. Marlene was out of the market for liking girls and Lily practically belonged to James, but Mary was single. Single and very very pretty.

The first weekend of term, James and Peter volunteered to help girls unpack, lift their books or trunks, with the mere purpose of gaining their chances as they put it.

That morning, Sirius and Remus watched as their friends played gentlemen to flirt.

"Look at them, Moony. Practically slaves to get a snog" Sirius tutted.

James was helping Lily, who was more friendly with him lately and Peter helped Mary lift her books to store in her new locker.

"Thank you, darling" Mary smiled when Peter was done "You're really sweet" and she squeezed his cheek.

"You're welcome"

The gesture made Peter go bright red as Mary walked away. Which was a good opportunity for his friends to make fun of him.

"Pete is such a sweet boy!" Sirius mumbled in a voice people only used on babies and puppies.

"Are you blushing?" Remus asked with a mockery tone "Look Sirius, he is going red!"

"What?" Peter shrugged "Mary is very pretty"

"Aaaw she's pretty!" Remus teased with a smile.

"Peteboo is in love" Sirius added patting his cheeks.

Despite the fact his blush didn't go, Peter was smiling "Do you think she would give me a chance?"

"You want to go after Macdonald?" Sirius snorted.

"Maybe..." Peter answered as he stared at Mary's dress "She's fine, ain't she?"

"Come on, Wormtail" Sirius smiled "Mary is an easy target"

"Yeah" Peter nodded.

"But she is not that desperate, mate" Sirius laughed.

"Sirius..." Remus warned. Sometimes Sirius needed to be more subtle, more considerate with Peter. What Remus had learned was that James and Sirius liked to tease Peter around. And sometimes it was in an innocent way, all jokes. A rare show of affection. But sometimes Sirius didn't measure the line.

"You think I don't have a chance with her?" Peter snapped angrily.

Sirius was smiling "Not to offend, Wormy. But you're a bit thick when it comes to girls"

"Oh! Because you are a fucking expert, aren't you?"

Everything with Sirius was explosive. He did and said without thinking. Everything about him was competition, fun, and danger.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I am an expert in women" Sirius snapped back "I can have anyone I want. Even Macdonald"

"Guys..." Remus tried to intervene. He sensed a fight. But they weren't paying attention at him anymore.

Peter laughed "As if Mary would give you a chance"

"Maybe she hasn't because I haven't gone after her" Sirius answered "And I actually don't know why. She is bloody hot"

Remus rolled his eyes. He didn't know why he thought Sirius would be different this term. On the past year, Remus had realized Sirius was not the cute boy who never wanted to get married anymore. He was a handsome teenager. And for Remus's disfortune, Sirius had his history with girls. Even if Remus fancied him, he was not going to stop being the flirtatious asshole everyone knew.

"I thought you said it was because she's James's ex and it is against rules going after the same girl..." Remus reminded them "Marauders Code"

"Prongs is not going to care. He's obsessed with Evans now" Sirius said.

"Going against the code, eh Padfoot?" Peter tutted.

"Scared I might steal Macdonald from you, Wormtail?"

"You don't even like her, Pads" Remus intercepted trying not to sound jealous.

"Everyone thinks Mary is hot" Sirius shrugged "We've all fantasized about her for sure"

Everyone? Remus hadn't. He'd fantasized with Sirius though, a lot.

"I'm not scared!" Peter spat, ignoring them "Not all girls are into you, pretty boy"

"Pretty boy?" Sirius asked.

"I can conquer Macdonald before you. Do you want to bet?"

Last term, it had hurt Remus that Sirius had kissed Marlene. Because Marlene was not any other girl. She was an amazing girl and their friend. And even if Marlene turned out to be a lesbian, the same thing applied for Mary. Mary was a friend. And a really nice girl.

"Shouldn't we ask Prongs first?" Remus asked looking between the two.

"Bet is on, Pettigrew!" Sirius extended his hand with a stupid smirk.

Remus wanted to stop them. He really did.

"Right on, Black" Peter shook his hand.

But boys were boys. They did stupid things sometimes like making stupid bets.

For the next days, Sirius and Peter competed to gain Mary's attention. They got her gifts, complimented her looks, suggested plans.

Remus tried to think Sirius wasn't actually interested in Mary. He did it all because he was an idiot. Though Remus tried to find excuses to finish this nonsense.

Mary didn't seem to mind. She found the whole thing amusing. She was the kind of girl who loved the attention.

"I'm flattered honestly" she told Remus and the girls one time "I know this is all a joke" she giggled "But it still fun. I want to see what they do next"

"It's horrid, Mary" Lily tutted "Boys are truly idiots"

"You don't mind when it is James flirting with you and giving you gifts"

Lily blushed at that comment "We're not talking about me"

Remus made a mental note to tell James later.

And talking about James, he laughed when the boys told him about the bet. Remus had the hope he would stop it. But he didn't.

"You are fools if you think Mary is going to give any of you a chance" he had said "But carry on. I want to see how this goes"

"What about the code, James?" Remus asked him "Mary is your ex"

The boy shrugged "I love Mary but she's in the past. I'm all Evans now. We're getting closer now that we're Head Boy and Head Girl"

So that gave green light for Sirius and Peter to carry on. Mary accepted the flirting and gifts but when they asked for a chance or a date, she refused.

"That's sounds wonderful, Pete. And you're adorable. But I am busy this weekend"

"No, Sirius. I won't be one of your other conquers, darling. Shame you're cute"

Remus decided to relax and enjoy the show. For one, it was really funny and satisfying to see Sirius being rejected. But on the other side, Remus's mind told him that this was a sign that Sirius would always be after some girl. Even if it wasn't Mary, other girls would come, girls who would be dying to give him a chance. And Remus had to sit and watch all of that happen. That was the sad thing of being in love with his best friend.

"Why don't you stop with this nonsense, Sirius?" Remus asked, practically groaning when Mary rejected an invitation to Hogsmeade. "You don't even fancy the girl. Why bother?"

Sirius smiled as he grabbed the cigarette from Remus's hand without permission and took a drag before answering.

"Sirius Black never backs up from a challenge" he grinned before letting the smoke out.

"Peter actually fancies her, Pads" Remus added, feeling his throat go dry "Give him a chance"

"Peter is a horny wanker. He likes everyone" Sirius laughed "I saw him staring at Mildred Greenfield the other day when she bended to pick up her pencil and her blouse's buttons popped open"

"And you surely noticed that as well" Remus rolled his eyes.

Sirius simply shrugged with a smile and kept smoking.

"And that's my fag!" Remus snapped taking the cigarette for himself.

"Don't be pouty, Moony" Sirius said, squeezing Remus's chin "I only do it for my honor. Plus, maybe with the pressure, Pettigrew might actually get somewhere with Macdonald"

Remus rolled his eyes "Whatever"

"Do not let Sirius quit the bet or let me win out of pity, Remus!" Peter told him later "I want to prove he's not that impressive among birds. I can get girls as well. Right?"

"Sure, Wormy. But I don't want you guys to fight over this"

"You think I can not get a ten?" Peter asked while looking at Remus with disdain "I know Mary is a ten and tens are difficult. But I am sick of going after fives or sixs. I want the bloody ten!"

There was no use. Remus thought this stupid game would last forever. Maybe risking the Marauders integrity. Though Sirius and Peter were the usual same. Bickering like brothers when it came to Mary. But loving each other as always. James was too busy with the Rugby Team now that he was captain and his Head Boy duties. So it was up to Remus to endure this alone.

Two weeks lasted this nonsense until everything changed when Remus was approached by someone at breakfast.

"Hey Reminald"

Remus had met Emmeline Vance in a party over the summer. She was pretty even if she wasn't commonly feminine as the rest of the girls in this school. She had piercings and tattoos which Remus considered cool. And she had surprised Remus with a kiss that night. But Remus had been slightly drunk to actually enjoy it.

Remus saw her again in the train at the beginning of term when they had a more sober chat in which Emmeline made him laugh "You have a very pretty laugh, Reminald"

Remus didn't know how to flirt. He wasn’t Sirius. So he blushed instead.

"My name is Remus"

"Reminald is like my nickname for you, mate" Emmeline smiled amused "I guess I'll see you around school"

Since classes started, Remus hadn't seen her until now.

The usual friend group had been teasing James and Lily who insisted of being only friends when it was obvious they both fancied each other. But were interrupted when Emmeline approached. They all looked between Remus and Emmeline with amusement. Except for Sirius who rolled his eyes.

"Hey Emmeline" Remus could feel his cheeks on fire. He hated the attention.

"This might sound kind of upfront and bold but I am sick and tired of waiting for you to ask me out"

Remus heard the gasps and giggles from his friends. And he went more red if possible.

Emmeline Vance was not the kind of girl to get embarrassed. She smiled with satisfaction and Remus found her extremely hot.

"I know you are shy which is cute but think about it, okay?"

Remus simply nodded because he was frozen to do anything else. Emmeline smiled in response.

"Bye guys" she announced to the group before walking away. So beautiful and confident as she was.

Immediately after, Remus's friends began teasing.

"Blimey, Moony. You cheeky dog!"

"Aaw she is totally into you"

"What did you do to her to leave her like that?"

"Remus is blushing!!"

"Oh shut up!" Remus covered his eyes.

They teased and smiled. Sirius had been absolutely quiet. Remus wondered why.

"You two had been asking Mary out for days and now Remus shows you how it is done" Marlene proclaimed "You're too slow"

James began laughing loudly until Sirius said: "If we're talking about turtles, James Potter wins the prize. Am I right, Evans?"

"Oh!" Peter exclaimed hitting Sirius’s palm.

James rolled his eyes. Lily hid her smile.

"All I know is that if Remus asked me out I would say yes" Mary said as she winked.

As the teasing began again, Remus hid his face under his sweater.

The next day, Remus watched as Peter ran after Mary the minute she got out of the girls' dorm. James joined Lily's side as she took his arm. Sirius stayed behind.

"Not going after Mary, Pads?" Remus asked with a smile "Peter might get ahead of you, you know?"

Sirius shrugged uninterested.

"What about you? Are you asking Vance out?" Sirius asked giving Emmeline a nasty look. When Remus turned and she waved, he waved back.

"I don't know" Remus answered.

He had never been asked out on a date. His immediate response would be no. Because even if Remus found Emmeline hot and interesting, his heart always came back to Sirius.

But since Sirius clearly was too busy with the bet and interested in other girls in the meantime, Remus thought why not? He couldn't wait for Sirius forever. For something that might actually not happen at all.

"Moony, let's forget about birds" Sirius snapped, making Remus look away from Emmeline towards him "Potter can have Evans and Pettigrew can have Macdonald if he likes. You and me... We don't need girls. We are fine on our own. Yeah?"

Remus blinked in surprise.

"What... What about the bet?"

Sirius shrugged "I don't care about the bet"

When just yesterday Sirius was saying he would not let Peter win. What changed?

"Is this about Emmeline?" Remus asked.

"You don't fancy her" Sirius answered with pouty eyes "Right?"

"You don't fancy Mary however you were willing to be at her feet only to win Peter"

Remus's temper was rising. Sirius had the free will to go after girls even if it was a game but Remus had not? Was that how things worked?

"You were right. I don't fancy Mary" Sirius said "And you don't fancy Vance...." then he leaned in "We need to be single. We are young. Let's just have fun"

Remus wanted to punch him.

"What's wrong with you?" Remus snapped "So let me see. Prongs can go after Lily. Wormtail can go after Mary. And you, you can have anyone you want. Now that I get the attention of someone. Finally! What? I cannot do anything about it?"

Sirius was silent. He looked guilty and his eyes showed he was going through a million thoughts.

"It's not that, Remus" Sirius said softly, looking to the floor "I just... I don't want to lose you"

"What are you talking about?" Remus raised his voice "That I should never date anyone so you don't suffer?"

Sirius didn't answer.

"What if I actually want to date Emmeline? What if I do? Are you going to stop me?"

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but instantly regretted.

"I might ask her out!"

"Fine!" Sirius snapped back "Do whatever you want, Remus"

"Maybe I will!!" Remus yelled "You fucking wanker!"

"Don't be angry with me"

"I just..." Remus was so furious he couldn't speak "I just don't understand you! Going after girls is a fucking joke to you. You don't even fancy them you just want to prove you can have them. You do that even if it... Even if I..."

Sirius kept looking at him curiously.

Even if it hurt Remus. But Sirius couldn't know about Remus's feelings. It was fine. Maybe Remus had to accept the fact that Sirius would never feel the same. That he was too straight, too flirty and too popular for Remus. But what pissed Remus off was that Sirius didn't leave him be.

"Whatever, go and date Vance" Sirius shrugged "I don't care"

Maybe it would be good to date Emmeline. Finally focuse on someone who wasn't fucking Sirius Black. Even forget about him once and for all. But if Sirius acted like this, Remus got his hopes up, thinking perhaps Sirius was jealous.

But it wasn't true. Sirius just loved to be the center of attention. He couldn't let Peter have Mary. He couldn't let James be happy with Lily. He couldn't let Remus free. He was just selfish.

"Ok. I will"

Remus sometimes hated to love this stupid wanker. He knew Sirius was better than this. He knew a better version of him. Yet, Sirius kept showing the worst of him. He was hurting because of his bloody family. And instead of showing his pain he pretended to be a complete arsehole.

Remus walked away before those puppy eyes would make him feel guilty. This love was going to drive him insane. Even when Remus hated Sirius’s guts, even in his worse, Remus was absolutely in love with him. And he hated that.

"Oi, Emmeline!"

Remus deserved someone nice. Someone better. Someone who didn't make him feel this way. Maybe Emmeline could be the one.

"Reminald!" Emmeline smirked as Remus caught her up "Finally made your mind?"

Remus knew Sirius was watching. So that gave him the confidence to lean in and kiss Emmeline's mouth. He wanted to prove he could flirt and have girls as well.

"Wanna do something after school?" he asked trying to sound confident.

Emmeline's smile was gorgeous.

"Sure!" she exclaimed as she grabbed his arm and they started walking "What do you have in mind?"

[y-rhywbeth2]

I have too many theories going to really nail one down, but: oh thank god, a reason for Durge defaulting to Storm Sorcerer to (sort of) make sense if I reach a bit even though I don't use the class it bugs me:

'Wisps of thoughts, lost memories, forgotten ideas, minor musings, subconscious fears, important concepts - these things are drawn to the Astral from the planes it touches. Psychic energies generated by thinking creatures drift unbidden onto the Astral Plane every moment, where they gather and collect. 'As mental energy swirls, congeals, and interacts, it forms what planewalkers have always called the psychic wind. The wind moves through the Astral, but it doesn't really feel like wind to a traveller. One planewalker (whose name is now forgotten) described it aptly as the plane itself rebelling against the thoughts that make up the wind. The moving, active mental energy disrupts the normal fabric of the plane, itself primarily a construct of the mind. ' When the psychic wind strikes, it occurs in an area stretching anywhere from 3-300 miles in diameter, or at least what passes for such in the nonspace of the Astral. From the outside, this affected area looks much like a storm on the Prime Material Plane — dark, roiling skies, punctuated by occasional flashes of energy. Within the storm, everything grows dark (travelers can use fire or magic to create light, but infravision does not work). It remains dark but calm for two to three minutes, after which everything in the area begins to vibrate, warp, and distort.

Storms appear like literal storms, although they instead overload the minds of those caught with them with whatever they are made of - which may be active thoughts, emotions or dreams. So you know you could (amongst numerous other possibilities) be overwhelming people with thoughts of death, hate, homicide ideation...

'As dangerous as a normal encounter with the psychic wind is, a psychic storm is much more horrible. These very rare occurrences result directly from an influx of dangerous thoughts from some other plane. “Dangerous thoughts,’’ in this case, are those of strong fear, hatred, or other emotion found in great amounts. When a great disaster strikes, a huge battle occurs, or some unique event results from belief (like the passing of a gate-town from the Outlands to another plane) [or hey, what if a prophecy came to pass and mass death and war and chaos due to a certain god was wrecking a continent, or if an entire forest of elves and an avatar of their god was being spiritually torn apart also by that god...], the ripple of thought carries to the Astral and forms a true storm of psychic wind. 'When this occurs, a huge, almost immeasurable section of the Astral is affected. The storm carries with it the same threats as those detailed above (adding 20 to the location and mental effects rolls), as well as the ability to literally tear the Astral asunder. If a psychic storm strikes, there’s a 10% chance that it rips a hole in the plane itself. This causes everything within 10-1,000 yards to be thrust from the Astral to a random plane that touches it and tears a like amount of matter from the other plane and deposits it on the Astral. If no matter is near enough to be moved (on either or both sides of the hole), the hole remains open for 1-4 days, functioning as a gateway between the two planes. The Astral repairs this rent by forming a color pool that leads to the affected plane.'

Heeyy what if a chunk of Bhaal's 'flesh' ended up on Toril, where there's enough ambient faith and leftover divine essence to work with...? Like that might not be my final theory but it is now a factor.

Me: Durge being born on the Astral from Bhaal's corpse makes sense, but how did they leave?

Planescape: What if they were born from a massive storm of pain, rage, death and hate that tore the fabric of reality asunder?

And if you want your Durge in this theory to be older or younger than certain events:

'Because the Astral Plane exists outside of time, the thoughts and memories that form psychic winds don’t always have to be from a time concurrent to those experiencing them. That is to say, thoughts from the distant past or the future (relative to the traveller in the storm) can buffet a victim caught by the psychic wind. This facet of psychic wind does not actually change the effects of a normal encounter, but it does open up the possibility of gaining images or ideas from’ the distant past or those that haven’t even yet been conceived.'

[nervosims]

my gameplay rules

I constantly allude to the existence of gameplay rules, but I've never outright made a dedicated post about them... so here it is! I'll make a dedicated video for this at some point, but enjoy this lovely wall of text <3.

link to the dedicated video: here!

general gameplay style

I'm quite fast and loose with my gameplay. I'm primarily wants-based, but sometimes I want sims to do certain things so I'll just make it happen. If a sims doesn't roll a want to do certain things, however, then I won't make them do it (i.e going to college). If they roll the want to skip work, sometimes I'll let them do it 'cause it brings chaos.

So, basically, if anything sounds fun, I'll probably do it. I find it hard to stick to rules that are too strict, so most of mine are general rules of thumb. If I ever find myself getting bored, I rarely ever blame the game. The game is pretty kooky, so if nothing crazy is happening, it means I'm simply not allowing anything to happen.

I play with 7 day rounds! Using this mod that makes seasons 7 days long, I just play the whole week. Plus, any holidays I may want my sims to celebrate will be on the Sunday!

🧓 aging and death

Marticore has a great video on Sims 2's aging system, so I pretty much abide by that. Aging sims up when they receive that one day until their birthday notification. I use the Nice Lifespan mod, which adds a bunch of days and makes things make a bit more sense. I also edited the mod to age them up at midnight (because 6pm aging makes no sense).

Because my lifespan is so much longer, I recently started playing with slower skilling all-around. Using the 6-hr version of this mod.

Also, a higher a witch/warlock's alignment is, the longer they live (with the help of BO's slow aging controller). That's why Olive is still very much alive in my game, she's max alignment so she ages once a week.

When a sim is nearing death, I keep in mind inheritance. I use SimNopke's Inventory Inheritance to give away any stray items to their next of kin. If the sims owns a house, then the ownership goes to the child with the highest relationship. If the sims doesn't have any kids, then it goes to their spouse. If they aren't married, it goes to a very close friend. If they don't meet any of those requirements (bro how?!), then I sell the house and give the money to the orphanage.

I also really like playing with trans sims! I'm nonbinary myself so I need to project, obviously <3. So I roll a 5% chance of transing their gender... as a little treat. I'm still in the process of figuring out this mod, that'll let me have the memory of transitioning.

Death is also final in my game (with some extreme caveats). So, sims can't get resurrected unless the sim resurrecting is lvl 10 paranormal, and max witch alignment. And, anyone who's besties with tha sim gets to resurrect a sim of their choice. It's sort of a punishment for letting a sim die.

🌠 aspiration and personality

Sophie the Puffin has an absolutely killer aspiration calculator. I calculate everyone's secondary aspiration, and usually set them. Though, this can change depending on how I'm feeling. If I feel like it doesn't suit them, then I simply just won't set it.

I use the aspiration calculator to age up sims from child to teen as well! Using this interest age mod, it allow child sims to have more varied interests. I kinda stick to their secondary aspirations, because I can't be bothered to change it.

💼 career, education, and finances

I tried using Edukashun is Gud and… it just doesn’t make sense that I can’t be a Lvl 10 Criminal because I don’t have a degree. Like, that’s so silly. So I use Doctors Need Degrees that’s way more detailed. 

Unless a sim wants to go to college, I won’t make them go. They need to roll the want on their birthday (or the day before). Once they do roll that want, I note down the day they moved out and play the family as normal. I play a whole round before I move the sims back in, to simulate time passing while they were in college. College is free, because you should never pay for education, but accommodation isn’t so sims will probably need to take out loans (4% interest rate)  to pay for bills and the like. If my sims don’t want to pass the year, they won’t (but if they roll a fear of failure, they can pass). I just play it by ear.

Of course, semester changes is used… I’m not a lunatic.

No 20k handouts is an absolute godsend, so that’s an absolute must for me. Usually, graduates move out into apartments, but with the Tenancy and Landlord mod by Monique, I can have them rent out a house. This is what I’ve currently been doing with my La Fiesta Tech grads.

Child support is also a thing! It’s super handy, and also adds some challenge to managing finances.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 family

Romance sims have a 35% of giving their child up for adoption (or giving their child to their partner). They don’t wanna get bogged down with responsibilities! Similarly, they can’t try for baby (unless secondary family). Unless they roll a fear for having a baby, I won’t put them on birth control. And I’ll only take them off of birth control when they roll a want to have a child. If they roll this fear while pregnant, I terminate the pregnancy (1st trimester only).

I also nabbed this rule from a reddit thread:

Though, I’ll still give the child away, family sim or not. I think it’s pretty realistic to feel in over your head with something as major as a child.

Getting your child taken away is also harder in my game, because I play with kids and pets unattended. You actively need to be evil for your kid to be taken away.

Aliens can impregnate/be impregnated regardless of the situation. They’re aliens! Don’t think about it!

I don’t have a hard and fast rule for number of children permitted (how dystopian), but I have a general rule of thumb. A romance/pleasure sim won’t want to have 3 kids probably, so 1 or 2 is alright.

No super fertility because I love my life! And I play with a quads mod, so I truly do not need it.

And if a gay/infertile couple want a genetic child, they need to either be lvl 10 of the science career (or be best friends with someone who is).

💞 romance

ACR my beloved &lt;3. And romantic standards! I find ACR makes everyone horny freaks, so having romantic standards adds some challenge. Plus, it makes it much harder to just force a relationship. I don’t play with teen/adult romance — nor do I play with teen pregnancy. There’s no rush to have kids! They have the rest of their lives.

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Anyway hopefully this adds some context to what I’m thinking of when I play the game. Maybe you’ll adopt some of these rules too? Maybe I’ll add some more? I’ll be sure to update when I do!

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Extra: Holiday Blues)

Summary: The holiday season has Y/N missing her lost family members. Harry, Mitch, and Sarah are there for her when the grief becomes overwhelming.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

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Word Count: 2.1K

CW: mentions of loss, grief

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After losing loved ones, holidays can be incredibly difficult. Normally thanksgiving is the worst for you. It was the one time of year when your entire family would gather to celebrate together. But this year you had still been in the hospital and barely noticed the day passing by.

Which means that Christmas is when all the feelings are coming out.

It’s a few days before Christmas and it’s a rare occasion when you’re home alone. Since you got home from the hospital there’s normally at least one person with you. It’s nice, but also can be overwhelming. So, when Mitch, Sarah, and Harry said they all had errands to run you reassured them you’d be fine alone and practically pushed them out the door.

As soon as they leave you run to the back of your closet and grab the presents you stashed there. The real reason you wanted them gone is so you can finally wrap the gifts you have for them without worrying that they’ll see. You put on your favorite Christmas music and get to work.

It doesn’t take long for you to finish this task and soon you’re putting the wrapped presents back in the hiding spot. You spend some time tidying the apartment until you find an old photo album. You’re starting to get a bit tired from all the activity, so you decide to take a break and flip through the old pictures.

You curl up on the sofa with your favorite fuzzy blanket (that you definitely did not steal from Harry) and begin to look at the photos.

It starts off as a fun activity. Reminiscing about fun times, laughing at the memories, even sending your cousins some photos.

And then you come across pictures from Christmas. You guess you were about 10 years old. In the photo you and your sister are sitting side by side on the floor opening presents. Your mom is behind you and your grandparents are on the couch. Your dad isn’t in it, and you know he was the one behind the camera. As you look through the other pictures you get hit with a wave of sadness.

You finish the photo album and open your phone. You start to watch the videos you have saved of your family members. You know you shouldn’t, you can feel the overwhelming grief starting to creep up, but you can’t help yourself. You miss them and want to see them and hear their voices.

Tears pool in your eyes and it doesn’t take long for them to turn into full body sobs. You embrace the emotions you’re feeling, knowing that this cry session will be cathartic for you. Mitch is always telling you not to bottle things inside, and you know he’s right when he tells you to let it all out. And so, you do.

You’re curled up on the couch, hugging your legs to yourself, and you hear the front door open. You immediately get up and Sarah barely has a chance to ask what’s wrong before you’re in her arms. You wrap your legs around her waist, and she staggers for a moment under your weight before she gets her footing and holds you tight. You tuck your face into her neck as you continue to cry.

“Love, you’re worrying me, what’s wrong?” she asks.

You try to answer, but you can’t catch your breath. You feel a hand on your back and hear Mitch say, “Take a deep breath with me. That’s it, baby. Another one, a good slow breath for me. Good girl, that’s better.” You’re no longer gasping for air, but tears still roll steadily down your cheeks.

The next person to speak is Harry and he asks, “Can you try again and tell us what happened lovie?”

You sniffle and nod before saying, “I was looking through old pictures and videos. I just miss my family so much.” Your voice breaks and a new wave of sobs begins. Sarah gently rocks you, but Mitch can see that her arms are growing tired. He reaches out, indicating that she should pass you to him, but Harry quietly asks, “Can I?” as he puts his arms out as well. Mitch nods and Sarah passes you to Harry.

It's the first time Harry’s held you like this. It’s a position that you’d normally see between parent and child more so than boyfriend and girlfriend, but it’s your favorite way to be comforted when you’re upset. It makes you feel small, and young, and most importantly, cared for. You feel especially tiny in Harry’s strong arms. He starts to rock you as Sarah had been, the motion soothing you. He’s talking to you quietly, and while you’re still too upset to focus on the exact words he’s saying, the familiar cadence of his voice helps ground you even more.

Your sobs finally calm down to sniffles and you manage to stop crying. Truthfully, letting everything out did actually help. You feel so much lighter now as you rest your head on Harry’s shoulder. Sarah steps out for a moment and Mitch sees how your eyes tiredly track her movements. She comes back with some tissues and a damp washcloth. She wipes away the tears and cleans your face. This almost makes you cry again, as you feel so incredibly loved. You offer her a sleepy smile to thank her, and she smiles back as she slides her hand over your hair.

You melt into the touch and your eyes slip closed.

“Why don’t we sit on the couch and take a nap?” Mitch asks you. Without even opening your eyes you nod at the suggestion. He sits down and Harry places you sideways in his lap. Mitch cradles you to himself and you tuck yourself into his hold, your hands gripping his shirt. Sarah and Harry sit on either side of you two and knowing that you’re surrounded by your three favorite people, you give into the exhaustion. Mitch hears your breathing even out and notes how your grip on his shirt doesn’t let up, even as you sleep. He holds you tighter and feels you relax in response.

For a while no one moves. They stay cuddled together on the couch. In a way the three of them are grateful for you acting as a reminder to slow down, and that time with the people you love is more important than reaching for success. They soak up this time together.

The sun begins to set and before long the Christmas lights are the only thing keeping the room from total darkness. Sarah stands up and says, “I’m going to get started on dinner.” She leans down to kiss Mitch then presses a kiss to the side of your head. Harry rises as well stating that he’ll help. Just as Sarah had, he shares a quick kiss with Mitch. He then crouches down and gently strokes your face before leaning to press a series of gentle kisses. He stays close for a long moment before finally walking to the kitchen. Mitch and Sarah both notice the way Harry’s acting and share a worried look. Sarah subtly nods and Mitch knows that she’ll check on him while they prepare dinner.

They work side by side to put together a tray of eggplant parm, a recipe you taught them all how to make one night.

“You okay?” Sarah asks as they assemble the dish.

Harry pauses before truthfully replying, “No, not really.” She watches him as he puts the last bit of cheese on top and places it in the oven. He knows that she’s giving him time to explain more and so after finishing the task he says, “I just hate seeing her like this. I hate how much she’s gone through, how much pain she’s in. And when she was so upset that she couldn’t breathe? All I could think of was when she was sick last month and how we almost lost her. God, I was so scared! And then I thought, what if she hadn’t been away with her friends the night of the accident? She would’ve been in the car with her mum and sister! And then we never would have even met her, and I can’t, I cannot imagine life without her.”

He takes a shuddery breath and Sarah moves forwards, quickly wrapping him in her arms. They both begin to cry together, holding each other tight.

“I know the thought of losing her is scary,” Sarah says. “It’s terrifying. Sometimes I wake up at night and just watch her breathe.”

“I do that too,” Harry admits and they both start to smile.

“But,” Sarah continues. “We can’t think so negatively. Sure, we can worry. I think we’ll always worry. But Y/N is here and she’s okay. That’s the truth, it’s the reality. And that’s what we hold on to.” Harry nods and they stay in the embrace for a little longer.

They break apart and share a kiss. Sarah checks on the food in the oven and says, “That’s still got awhile until it’s ready. Let’s go back to the living room. It’s better for Y/N if we’re all there when she wakes up.”

They slide back into their spots on the couch and Mitch immediately notices how red their eyes are from crying. “You guys okay?” he asks.

“Yea,” Harry replies. “Much better now. How are you holding up?”

Mitch sighs before answering, “I’m good. I mean, it always hurts to see her like that but, she’s been through a lot of shit. I would be more worried if she was just perfectly happy all the time. As much as it sucks to see her grieve, I know it’s healthy for her, and I know that we can help her work through it.”

“Do you know if she’s ever been to therapy? To help process everything?”

“I’m not sure,” Sarah replies. “She hasn’t in the time we’ve known her, but maybe in the past?”

They talk a little more and their quiet voices are the first thing you notice as you begin to wake up. You snuggle deeper into Mitch for a moment as you slowly reorient yourself. Finally, you blink your eyes open and your heart fills with warmth as you see Mitch, Sarah, and Harry all gently smiling at you.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asks.

“Good,” you reply before realizing how croaky your voice is and how much your head hurts and how dry your eyes feel.

Sarah notices your discomfort and grabs a water bottle off the table and hands it to you. You thank her and drink deeply, feeling better with some hydration in you.

“How are you really feeling?” Mitch asks and you laugh.

“Physically, I’m kind of wiped from crying. But emotionally, honestly, I’m good now. I really needed to let all of it out. I knew that if I fell apart I had you all to put me back together. And you did. I used to bottle up all my emotions because I was alone and I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull myself together again, and now I don’t have to. You guys always do that for me.”

“I love you,” Sarah says, which leads to a lot of “I love you’s” and kisses being shared. The mini love fest ends when a timer beeps in the kitchen. All four of you get up and you head to the bathroom for a minute to freshen up.

You join the rest of them in the kitchen and get hit with a delicious smell.

“Is that eggplant parm?” You ask.

“Yup,” Harry replies. “Just waiting for the pasta to finish and dinner will be ready.”

You start setting the table, wanting to help in some way, and soon you’re all sitting at the table with plates of food in front of you. The first bite immediately takes you back to dinner at your grandparents’ house, and you once again feel nostalgic, instead of overcome by grief.

“Is it okay?” Sarah asks and you nod.

“It’s perfect. Tastes identical to when my grandma would make it. Thank you for cooking it.”

Some food and water and good dinnertime conversations have you feeling better than you have in a while. You look at the people around you and know that you’re not alone, and you never will be again. It’s a comforting thought, and you know that your smile probably looks a little crazy, but you can’t help it. A few hours ago, you felt absolute devastation for all you had lost, but now all you can feel is joy for the people you’ve found.  

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[spideesenses]

Half a Heart → Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel x gn!reader

warnings: angsty

prompt: miguel has a difficult time balancing out work and his personal life; you have received the short end of the stick countless of times.

Midnight rolled around & the empty spot next to you remains cold. Your heavy heart aches. You tried not to cry, but once that pinch in your chest comes to light, you can’t help the knot that gets stuck in your throat.

This was the 12th time this month that Miguel had left you hanging without any form of communication. 12th time the two of you had planned for a date & him not show up. You understood that he ran a business, you weren’t entirely sure what the business was, only that you would be safer if you didn’t know & to trust Miguel. Him not showing up was only a portion of the issue… the other part was him not communicating. Would you still be a little disappointed if he did communicate? Yes, of course, anyone would be if plans fell through last minute. But you wouldn’t have to hold onto this sliver of hope that just maybe… he’d make it this time.

You started thinking about how he hardly texted you as it was. You weren’t exactly the clingy type. You could be at times, but as a full-time worker, you understood that obligations come up. To make sure you weren’t crazy, you pulled out your phone. You scrolled, making note of the conversations that you had & all of them, were conversations that you initiated.

Two weeks ago

You — 6:56 AM good morning love, i hope you have a great day today. i miss you so much. i’m off at 5 today. any chance we can order takeout and have a movie night?💕

Miggy Smalls — 7:12 AM Buenos dias mi vida. I should be good for a date night, only I’ll be home at around 9 the latest. That okay with you? Be safe, i miss you xo💋

You — 7:15 AM sounds good. should i order from that thai place up the street?

You — 5:20 PM miguel?

You — 6:01 PM i ordered your favorite. should be here in 2 hours and a half. let me know when you’re on the way home. stay safe

You — 8:10 PM oh! i saw this and it reminded me of you. thought you might have a laugh [attachment]

You — 9:32 PM hey, you on the way? im throwing your food in the microwave so it’s warm when you get here!

You — 11:24 PM haven’t heard from you. hope you’re okay. food’s in the fridge🥺

Miggy Smalls — 2:12 AM Dios mios, lo siento baby. I’ll make it up to you, I promise

Two weeks ago

You — 9:44 AM hi! thinking of you. i miss you😭 little bit extra today.

Miggy Smalls - 10 AM Does my baby need a hug delivered? I’ll stop by with some lunch too.

You — 10:03 AM oh please! and a kiss too, while you’re at it🥺

Miggy Smalls — 11:45 AM Omw baby. Hang tight

You — 2:12 PM thank you for coming to see me today. it was very special to me & meant a lot. i love you

Miggy Smalls — 3:54 PM I love you baby. Of course. Sorry it’s been a while since we’ve spent time together, work can be unpredictable at times

You — 4 PM all good. just try to talk to me more, so i can be understanding, okay?

It wasn’t all bad. Miguel had his moments where he would show up for some cuddles. He wouldn’t stay long, but those moments were sacred to you. You cherished those moments beyond his imagination. Of course you did, you had to with how rare they were.

Tears rolled down your face as you went through your messages. You missed him so much. More than words could fathom. And with every single fiber in your body, you wished that you could stop feeling this feeling. Missing him was painful. It felt like your body was operating without its heart. Like you were walking around with only one shoe.

It wasn’t always like this either. In the beginning, Miguel was the one texting and calling you first. He was showing up to your apartment with food and a movie, or a puzzle he picked up. Actually, one of your first quarrels was how he felt like you weren’t doing these things for him. And you felt like these were things he enjoyed, so you didn’t want to take it from him; so the resolution was you would take turns. But that Miguel feels like he’s millions of miles away, as if he’s a completely different person.

You tried your hardest to distract yourself, but the screaming red light of your digital clock reading 12:56 PM only mocked you. You couldn’t get the time of his day. Could you even consider this a relationship?

The memories slowly peeled away in your head. Good and bad. And you really began questioning if the good really could outweigh the bad.

A shadow drifts across your window, causing you to sit up, immediately wiping your face with the sleeve of Miguel’s hoodie. If an intruder was going to get you, you’d be damned if it were booger-faced crying.

Immediately, your heart starts to pound in your chest; if the intruder didn’t know any better, it’d almost be as if you were knocking at the window. You reached for your bedside lamp, clutching it at the base, raising your arm as the shadowed figure presses their fingers to push up the window. Without hesitating, you swipe the lamp at the unnamed stranger.

“Ow! Babe?” you hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed shut and turned to the side. You peeked your eyes and there he was in all of his glory.

“M-Miguel?” you sniffled. You couldn’t help it. You saw him and your heart tore. The weld in your throat tightened as you swallowed.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

Only it wasn’t.

[hbyrde36]

Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

CH 1 CH 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

Chapter 12: Live Again

WC: 6195 | AO3 link | CW: Smut

For two weeks Eddie didn’t leave the house.

He wasn’t in hiding, exactly, he just… wasn’t quite ready for the outside world yet.

There was no one shouting for his head since Chrissy was alive and therefore he was never tied to the mysterious deaths in town, save for the fact that he’d been the lone surviving victim of the same killer, officially. The Hawkins Post called him a hero, for escaping, for living. 

Most of the time, he didn’t feel much like one. 

While he was struggling, everyone else seemed to be settling into life post-Vecna, their new normal, with ease.

The Byers moved back to Hawkins. 

Joyce and Hopper, after his miraculous return to life that came with a cover story Eddie didn’t even want to know, had flown to California a day or two after the battle to pack up what was salvageable from the house in Lenora. The place had apparently been ransacked in their absence by the same sector of the government that had tried to capture Eleven, or so Dustin had said during one of his visits. Now they were back, one big happy blended family, staying at Hopper’s old cabin until they could find something better.

School started up again. 

Jonathan, Will, and El still had to wait for their transfers to go through, but the rest of the kids, Robin, Chrissy, and Nancy all returned to the halls of Hawkins High like it was nothing, like the world as they knew it hadn’t irrevocably changed.

Maybe for them, it hadn’t.

Maybe Eddie was the only one having a hard time returning to his life. 

He faked it well enough when anyone else was around, but in reality he barely ate and couldn't sleep—not quite able to believe that it was truly over, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. And on the rare occasion that he did manage to get some rest, he always woke in a panic, half-expecting to find himself back at the beginning again.

Though his injuries were essentially just a broken arm, Principal Higgins, in a rare show of mercy, agreed to allow him to finish out what was left of the school year at home, provided someone was willing to bring the materials to him and drop the completed work back off to his teachers the next day. 

Chrissy was a godsend, who happily jumped at the chance to help him out now that she had plenty of free time, since her first order of business when school resumed was to quit the cheerleading squad. And, in what he could only assume was an effort to tank her reputation as thoroughly and as quickly as possible, sat with the kids at the Hellfire table in the cafeteria when lunchtime rolled around, to the collective bafflement of Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. 

That had been a fun conversation to bullshit his way through when they stopped by to see him last week.

Chrissy was also the one person who, apart from Wayne, knew that he wasn’t doing well. With the amount of time she spent over at the trailer, it was kind of inevitable that he wouldn't be able to hide from her the way he could with the others. 

He knew she wanted to ask, wanted him to open up and talk about all the reasons why he was having such a hard time moving on, but he couldn't. He wouldn’t burden her with all that, she already knew enough. She didn’t need to hear how a large portion of his nightmares featured her body breaking over and over again right before his eyes. 

As far as the other thing, she knew something had happened between him and Steve, everyone seemed to know even if they didn't know what, but no one talked about it.

Just like in the hospital, Eddie didn’t ask, and no one else mentioned Steve either, which he’d been grateful for at first, not needing the painful reminder of how badly he’d fucked up, but it was getting infuriating, the not knowing. 

He just wanted to know that Steve was okay, to see for himself that Steve was real, and alive. 

Which was his only reason for agreeing to attend a movie night in the Wheelers cramped basement, surrounded by the smell of sweaty teenage boys and burnt popcorn. The potential of seeing Steve completely overrode his good sense. 

Except, Steve never showed. 

Nearly two hours of staring at the wall, and for nothing. He didn’t even know what movie they’d been watching, his thoughts too loud for him to pay attention. 

When the credits rolled and the kids started to move around again, Eddie booked it up the stairs, needing some air and a smoke to calm his nerves, not realizing that Chrissy and Robin were following close behind him.

The cigarette was dangling from his lips, lighter halfway to his mouth when the two girls burst out the door he’d just come through. He raised a single eyebrow and continued to light his smoke.

Robin wrinkled her nose and waved a hand in front of her face reflexively. “I don’t know a nice way to say this, so I’m just gonna say it. You look terrible. I mean Chrissy said, but I didn’t think it was this bad. Are you okay?!”

Chrissy smacked her on the arm. “Robin!”

Eddie sighed, blowing out a long plume of smoke. “No, that was fair. I haven't taken a good look in the mirror lately, but I'm sure you’re not wrong.”

“Sorry.” Robin winced. “In Chrissy’s defense all she told me was that she’s worried about you, that it didn’t seem like you were handling life after the Upside Down so great.”

He thought about playing it off, the same way he had dozens of times before when different members of their little group had come to check up on him, but he was tired—tired of lying about it and far too tired to come up with any convincing bullshit.

“I’m not. You’re right about that, both of you. I, uh, don’t really sleep much these days? And anytime I do close my eyes—it’s a nightmare. Either a literal one, or I wake up not being sure if any of what happened was real, or if it was just another failed loop and I'm about to start back at the beginning again. I mean, it’s been two weeks but it’s like I can't accept it. I can't accept that it’s done. I keep thinking maybe if I knew how it happened, if I could somehow be absolutely sure that it won’t happen again, maybe I could relax, but… what are the chances of that.”

It felt good to say it out loud for once, to name it and let it out instead of keeping it all bottled up inside.

"I wish there was more we could do to help." Chrissy said, running a hand up and down his back, careful not to bump his cast.  

"I know you have Wayne, and Chrissy of course, but you have me too—all of us.” Robin bit her lip, and he wondered if she was also thinking about the big Steve-sized hole in that—all of us, she claimed he had.

“We all get nightmares and stuff like that,” She continued, “And if you ever need to you can call me anytime, day or night.”

“Thanks, Buckley.” He said.

Wayne’s truck pulled up to the mailbox, the man himself waving from inside the cab. 

Even with his broken arm Eddie could have driven himself just fine, but his uncle insisted on giving him a ride. He figured if it made the old man feel better there was no sense in arguing about it.

Eddie waved back, and turned to say goodbye to the girls. 

“I guess I'd better go. Um, listen, Robin, is Steve okay? I just—I know he doesn’t want to see me, or whatever, but can you at least tell me that much?”

“I—He’s—Well,” Robin stuttered, opening and closing her mouth like a fish for a moment before finally snapping it shut. She studied his face, and seemed to come to some kind of decision, nodding to herself as she took a deep breath.

“Y’know what? Screw it, he can be mad at me if he wants to. Eddie, he’s a mess. He asked me not to say anything, especially to you, but—it’s so stupid! And it’s not like it’s some big secret that he hasn’t been around!” 

Eddie’s heart sank. “What do you mean?”

“He put in for a leave of absence at work. He won’t leave the house, won’t let the kids come over—he hardly even lets me see him anymore.”

“Oh.”

The truck’s horn went off, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet night air when the only other noise came from crickets chirping softly in the grass. All three of them jumped, looking around in a panic, and Wayne rolled his window down to shout out an apology. “Sorry kids! And I’m sorry to rush you, son, but I gotta get you home so I can get to work.”

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By two o’clock in the morning Eddie had put his jacket on, gone all the way out to the van with keys in hand, started it, shut it off again, and gone back inside—twice. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. 

Which, in and of itself wasn’t unusual, the other boy was never far from his thoughts. A little over fourteen days since he’d seen him and it still didn’t hurt any less. 

The full out rejection. The radio silence. The complete avoidance. 

He’d expected the rejection, although he assumed it would have come after his confession, but beyond that he’d expected to retain, at the very least, an awkward friendship after that. They still shared a brood of freshmen, and whether they were… friends or not, that fact alone meant they’d be forced to interact at least some of the time.

But it was clear that even friendship wasn’t on the table, and till now Eddie felt like he had no choice but to sulk and accept it. What he learned tonight changed things. He was worried now. Steve wasn’t only avoiding him he was avoiding everyone, and it had to be his fault, somehow. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew that much, and that meant it was up to him to fix it. 

If Steve was avoiding the party in an effort to avoid him, well, maybe they could come up with a schedule, some sort-of joint custody agreement. 

If it was something else? Eddie didn’t know what he’d do, but he’d figure it out.

He was still pacing the floor in the living room, wondering how early would be too early to show up at Steve's house in the morning to hash things out, when there was a knock on the door. 

It was probably Max, he tried to tell his suddenly racing heart. She’d done it once or twice since he’d been home from the hospital, showing up in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep and saw his lights on. Still, he wasn’t about to get caught-out if it was someone less friendly stopping by for a visit this close to the witching hour, so he picked up the crowbar he’d taken to keeping by the door before easing it open to face whoever was on the other side of it. 

“Wha—Steve?” Eddie stuttered out, genuinely unsure for a moment because the boy in front of him had hollow, lifeless eyes set above dark bruising, as though he’d slept even less in recent days than Eddie himself had. His hair was flat, face pale and drawn. 

He was still painfully beautiful, because Steve could never not be that, but emphasis on the painful—the guy looked tortured, there was no other word for it. 

Steve glanced around nervously, refusing to meet his eyes. “Yeah, I–uh, sorry to just show up—”

Eddie stood in the doorway, mouth agape, frozen in shock. He blinked hard wondering if he’d lost it, if he was hallucinating the other boy showing up on his doorstep like this.

“C–can I come in? Just for a minute.” Steve asked.

The urge to reach out and touch Steve to make sure he was real, was strong, but he resisted.

“Yeah, sure, o-of course.” Eddie turned, propping the crowbar back up against the doorframe and took a few steps towards the couch, assuming Steve would follow, but quickly realized that he hadn’t moved. Eddie glanced back over his shoulder to find Steve still standing on the threshold, staring up at a spot on the ceiling.

“You okay?” Eddie asked.

Steve startled back to life, clearing his throat awkwardly as he finally ventured inside, closing the door behind him. 

Eddie sat down on the far end of the couch, hoping Steve would take the spot beside him, but instead he perched on the end of Wayne’s armchair across the room and dropped his head into his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees. Eddie was about to ask again if the other boy was okay, a dumb question really when the answer was so obviously no, but before he could open his mouth Steve began to speak—soft, and slow.

“Robin called me. She said you've been worried… a-about the loops restarting? And that you said, maybe if you knew–” 

He trailed off, and was quiet for long enough that Eddie had to say something.

“Steve, what–”

“The original timeline,” Steve rushed out, raising his head to look Eddie in the eyes for the first time since he’d opened the door. “I remember it.” He swallowed hard. “And I know what started all this.”

Eddie's stomach sank straight through the floor, and for a moment he lost all sense of the world around him, the sound of static and his own heart pounding was loud in his ears. 

This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be real. He couldn’t possibly have heard Steve right.

“It was Owens,” Steve went on, his voice shaky. “Well, his people—the lab. I was there when they did it.”

Hearing that tremor in Steve’s words was what finally snapped Eddie out of it. This was happening, it was very real, and Steve was trembling from the remembrance.

“When we, uh—'' Steve dropped his gaze to the floor abruptly, as if suddenly realizing their eyes had met, and went back to staring at the carpet. “After we realized we’d failed, Robin, Nancy, and I, raced back to the trailer and I–I found Dustin sitting with y-y-your–” Steve stuttered, sniffling and wiping at his face roughly as he took a deep ragged breath. 

“Your body. I checked for a pulse but you were gone… already going cold. It couldn’t even have been that long, but it was like that place was taking it from you, your warmth, and I—we couldn't just leave you there, so I carried you out. One of Owens’ colleagues, Stinson, she was there waiting for us on the other side.” 

He paused, giving a little shake of his head. “She knew everything, including that we hadn’t killed Vecna because there were these huge cracks in the ground that ran all over town just like Nancy described in her vision. Then Stinson saw what I was carrying—you—and said she might have a way to help, a way to fix everything, but they'd need to take you with them. I–I couldn't just let them have you without knowing what they planned to do, so I went too, while the others went on to the hospital.”

Eddie was reeling, struggling to take it all in, to process what Steve was saying, all the while wanting desperately to comfort him somehow—but he was frozen in place.

“...Hospital?” He managed to ask, throat tight.

“Max.” Steve wrapped his arms around himself, glancing out the window in the direction of the girl’s house. “She was in some kind of coma or something. She died–”

Eddie gasped, bringing a hand to his chest. Red… he’d never known what happened to her in those first few failed loops.

“El brought her back,” Steve added quickly, head snapping back around at Eddie’s sharp intake of breath. “But she was dead—long enough to almost destroy the town. Four deaths, four chimes. It stopped spreading, the damage, when El brought her back but Vecna still won.”

“Steve, why–” Eddie began his question not even knowing what to ask first. It was all so much—too much.

“Why didn’t I just let them take you?” Steve guessed when he didn’t finish.

Eddie nodded, it was one of the many things he wondered about.

“I didn’t know what was going to happen, and I thought… th-the least I could do was make sure your uncle had a body to bury.”

Eddie threw a hand over his own mouth, stifling the sound that threatened to escape his throat as tears sprung to his eyes. He knew he’d died, and the dying itself had been no picnic, but to him the in-between had been nothing more than a bit of floaty darkness before he dropped back down into the world with a fresh start. He’d never really considered it from the outside—being a body for them to deal with, a lifeless husk that Steve had guarded if only so Wayne could have closure.

“We drove somewhere, maybe an hour outside of Hawkins where they’d built this big machine, kinda like, well, kinda like the Russians had under the mall, I guess. I didn’t understand most of it, science was never my best subject.”

Steve huffed a bitter laugh, rubbing his hands together as he continued. 

“But, uh, they said it could reverse time, or like, send a few of us back for another chance at stopping Vecna? That’s what they wanted your body for—honestly it sounded crazy, like something out of one of Dustin’s science fiction novels, but they said they could use you and the moment of your death as some kind of anchor point, the event that would slingshot time back—and would keep snapping it back until you lived, and hopefully that would mean Vecna didn’t. We waited two days, until Eleven made it back. I wanted her there too so she would remember and be able to help. We were supposed to–”  Steve swallowed back a sob, his chest contracting as he raked his hands roughly through his hair. 

“Eddie, I'm so sorry. We were supposed to remember too, you were never supposed to be alone in this. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have had to—” 

“No,” Eddie cut him off. “Don’t do that to yourself. None of that is your fault, ok? It’s over. He’s gone, and we’re here, and that’s all that matters now.”

Eddie rose from his spot on the couch, and had barely taken one foot in Steve’s direction when the other boy shot up out of his seat like it’d suddenly caught fire, rushing towards the door.

“Steve, wait.” Eddie called out, catching up in a few short strides. 

Steve froze with his hand on the door, but didn’t turn around. “So, you see? You don't have to worry anymore. It's—like you said, he’s dead and you’re not. The conditions were met. It’s over. That’s all I wanted you to know.”

The handle turned and Steve began to pull the door open, but Eddie couldn’t let him go, not like this, not without—

Eddie crowded up behind him, reaching past to slap his palm on the door, keeping it closed.

“Please,” Eddie quietly begged, close enough now to feel the heat of Steve’s body, to smell his skin. “Just, please… can we talk?”

“What else is there to talk about?”

“What else do you remember?”

“Everything, Eddie,” Steve breathed, barely a whisper. “I remember all of it.”

Eddie dropped his hand from the door, stumbling back. He should have expected it, because why would Steve only regain his memory of that first time, but for some reason it took him entirely off balance. 

“When?” 

“The first night you were in the hospital.” Steve turned to face him, expression resigned. “I fell asleep on a chair in your room and it was like—like a flash of lightning inside my head. I woke up and suddenly it all came rushing back. I thought I was losing my mind at first but eventually I realized what it was—that I remembered.”

“Oh.”

That was why Steve had left the hospital and never returned. Eddie had been right all along. He’d been right to worry. Steve remembered their time together—the touches, the kiss, and he regretted it all so goddamn much that he’d rather disappear than be anywhere near him.  

Eddie curled in on himself, almost wishing that he’d just let Steve go when he’d wanted to.

“Don’t worry,” Steve said, reaching again for the door. “I won’t tell anyone what happened between us. I know it didn’t mean anything to you.” 

Eddie almost didn’t hear it, already so lost in the dark storm of his own thoughts that it took a second for his brain to catch up with what Steve said. 

When it did? His heart stopped. 

“Wait, what did you just say?”

Steve sighed heavily, leaning against the door as though it was the only thing keeping him upright. “It’s fine, Eddie, really—I’m used to it by now. You don’t have to explain, try and make me feel better or anything like that. I—It was dumb to even think you might feel the same. I-I’m sorry I kissed you like that, I was way out of line.”

“What are you saying? What the fuck is happening right now?”

Steve scoffed, a little life—a little fire even, returning to his eyes. “Don’t! Don't stand there and pretend like you don’t know exactly what–”

“I don’t!" Eddie shot back. "I-I thought… It’s all backwards! Don’t you regret kissing me? Isn’t that why you left me at the hospital? Why you’ve been avoiding everyone, because you didn’t want to be around me?”

“That’s not—I mean that’s part of why I've been hiding, but it’s also everything else. I don’t know how you carried all of this on your own for so–” Steve cut himself off, clenching his jaw. “And why shouldn't I regret it? Once I remembered, all I could think about was how hard you tried to stay away from me, no matter how hard I—like an idiot—tried to get close to you. You didn’t want to share a bed with me again until I basically forced you to. You didn’t want me there with you at the Creel house—you were so angry on that last day, so disgusted with me.”

“Steve, no, it’s not–”

“What else was I supposed to think?!” Steve snapped. “I kissed you, I put it all out there in front of everyone, and I’m sorry that I didn’t remember, but you did! You remembered everything and you didn’t tell me! Well, message received loud and clear.”

Oh god, Eddie knew he’d fucked up but he’d never dreamed—Steve had it all wrong.

“Sweetheart—”

“You said it didn’t mean anything!” Steve shouted, tears flowing freely down his face. 

Eddie's already broken heart shattered into a million pieces.

“I lied!” He shouted back, the words ringing out in the sudden silence as Steve stared at him, mouth half open. 

“I… I was so fucked up after you died—still am fucked up about it. I was devastated, and terrified, and everything had just been ripped away from me—erased from history, and I was alone again.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What was I supposed to do, Steve? What—how do you tell all of that to someone?!” 

Eddie raked a hand over his face, blowing out a long breath. “Oh, hey, so I know you barely know me, and you won’t remember this, but we’ve spent the past week cuddling in your bed together and sharing our deepest thoughts and feelings and secrets, and then you kissed me, and now I think I’m in love with you?!”

Steve sucked in a breath, a wounded sound escaping his lips.

“You love me?”

Eddie sputtered, briefly considering making a break for his bedroom and locking the door until Steve left, but it was out there now, for better or worse. This had always been his plan, right? To tell Steve the truth—everything. It was time to stop running.

With all the courage he could muster Eddie held Steve’s gaze, and nodded.

“Yes.”

Without warning Steve surged forward, crushing their mouths together, and Eddie didn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss back. It was a desperate, almost painful thing, teeth clacking, and wet where their tears streaked each other’s faces. 

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, cradling the back of his head as he deepened the kiss. In turn, Eddie gripped Steve’s side hard with his one good hand, trying to bring him in closer, whining when Steve broke away suddenly, only to rest their foreheads together. 

“Eddie, I lo–”

“Don’t,” the word came flying out of Eddie’s mouth without his permission. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, please.”

“Eddie, I remember everything. I’ve been drawn to you since the very beginning. From the moment you shoved me into that wall in the boathouse it was like you brought the color back into my world, when I didn’t even realize it was missing.”

Steve smiled, cupping his cheek, and pressed their heads even more firmly together. “I love you too.”

Eddie sobbed, sagging in Steve’s arms as he pressed his face into the crook of the other boy’s neck. “I missed you so much.”

“I was right here the whole time.” Steve gently rocked them together.

“I know,” Eddie hiccupped, letting out the ghost of a laugh, though none of this was funny. “I know. It’s my fault. I knew I could try again, even if I couldn’t tell you how close we’d become. I could have tried to start over but I couldn't get it out of my head, how easily it was all just gone, how you were just gone and I—It was safer to not, easier, or so I thought. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Steve shushed him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and another under his jaw. “I’m sorry too, I should have talked to you, told you that I remembered, and let you explain like you wrote.”

Their lips met again, no less desperate than before. If anything it was moreso, hungry for each other on a maddening level after so much time apart and so many feelings thought unrequited. 

Steve pushed his tongue into his mouth and Eddie welcomed the intrusion, moaning as he pushed Steve back until he was pressing him into the wall, caging him in, not once breaking the kiss. 

And Eddie knew they should probably talk more, make sure they were on the same page, and they would, but for now he just wanted to feel him, smell him, taste him. He wanted to make Steve feel good. 

His fingers played along the waistband of Steve’s jeans as he let his mouth roam lower, nipping and sucking at Steve’s neck, and came to rest on his fly, thumb grazing the button there. 

“This okay?” Eddie asked, panting, lips still pressed to skin.

Steve nodded, breath hitching as Eddie went back to work on his neck, sucking a bruise into the side of his throat as he undid Steve’s jeans with practiced fingers. 

Eddie sank to his knees, bracing himself with one hand on Steve’s thigh while he kept his casted arm tucked tight to his side. He looked up through his lashes at Steve’s flushed face, and grinned. “A little help?”

“Christ,” Steve breathed, quickly pushing his own pants and boxers down far enough to let his hardening length spring free, bobbing heavily right in front of Eddie’s face. 

Eddie leaned in, ignoring Steve’s unfairly gorgeous cock for now, and rubbed his cheek along his thigh, mouthing at his balls and pressing lips everywhere except where Steve was so desperate to be touched.

Steve looked down with heavy-lidded eyes, reaching out to touch Eddie’s face, and Eddie shamelessly nuzzled into it.

“I dreamed about having you like this so many times.” Steve said, running his thumb along Eddie’s lower lip.

Eddie's own cock twitched, and he’d never been more thankful to be wearing sweatpants. He was already painfully hard and throbbing, it would have been unbearable in his usual tight jeans.

“You been thinking about getting me on my knees, sweetheart?” Eddie wrapped his hand around Steve’s length, squeezing gently as he lapped at the tip. 

Steve threw his head back, gasping, “Eddie, fuck.”

“When was the first time? When did you realize you wanted to see me like this?”

As soon as the question was asked Eddie wrapped his lips around the head of Steve’s cock and sank down, slowly taking inch after inch into his mouth.

“The RV.” Steve grunted, breath stuttering as Eddie began to bob his head. “The very first time.” 

Steve wound a hand into Eddie's hair, pulling it out of his face, gripping it lightly at the root. “It was so hot watching you hotwire it—you and those fucking hands. Then you called me big boy and I was a goner.”

Oh god, it really had been right from the beginning, and Eddie hadn’t known. He’d felt it himself, this pull towards the other boy even if he hadn’t really realized what it was until later. 

Eddie moaned loudly around the cock in his mouth, taking it all the way down until Steve hit the back of his throat. 

Steve shuddered, hips bucking. “It was the same in the second and third loops. You just–”

Eddie pulled back briefly to catch his breath, letting the head of Steve’s cock rest on his tongue as he stroked him with his hand.

“Oh fuck–” Steve squeezed his eyes, sucking in a breath, chest heaving. “Eddie, once I knew you each loop—every time—once I really saw you? I couldn't look away.”

Eddie sank down again, taking Steve right to the hilt this time with no build up. He doubled his efforts from before, swallowing reflexively each time the head of Steve’s cock slammed into the back of his throat. 

“I’m close.” Steve hissed, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

It was the only warning Eddie had before Steve pulsed in his mouth, coating his tongue in hot bitter fluid. Not that he minded, not at all. He swallowed it down greedily, hollowing his cheeks as he worked Steve all the way through his orgasm, swirling his tongue around the tip of him as he finally pulled off.

Eddie sat back on his heels while Steve recovered and he caught his breath, swiping the back of his hand across his chin, wet with spit and a little bit of cum that had escaped the corner of his mouth. He glanced up, locking eyes with Steve as he cleaned off the mess with his tongue.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve breathed, his spent cock twitching valiantly at the sight. He quickly tucked himself away, pulling his pants most of the way back up before helping Eddie to his feet and taking him into his arms. 

Steve’s lips were on him immediately, tongue fucking into his mouth like he was trying to mirror what they’d just done. Eddie was pretty sure he’d never been so turned on in his life, and when he felt Steve’s thigh slide between his legs, didn’t hesitate to grind himself against it. 

He probably could’ve come just from that, feeling pent up and insane in the best way, but when his movements became too erratic Steve pulled his leg back. Eddie whined into Steve’s mouth at the loss, until he realized what the other boy intended. 

Steve snaked a hand up under Eddie’s shirt, his fingers brushing through the hair of his happy trail, coming to rest just above the waistband of his pants as he pulled back from the kiss. 

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” Eddie begged, feeling like he might explode before Steve could ever lay a finger on him. 

Steve wasted no time pushing Eddie’s pants out of the way, revealing his poor neglected cock, red and leaking at the tip, and though Eddie was pretty sure this was his first time doing anything like this with a guy, Steve wasn’t shy about taking him in hand—licking his lips as he spread the pre-cum around with his thumb to ease the drag.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly Eddie came over Steve’s fist, his vision nearly whiting out with the intensity of it, and he was pretty sure he would have fallen without Steve there to catch him.

When he’d recovered enough to stand on his own two feet, Eddie pulled the shirt right off his own back, for lack of anything else, and cleaned up the mess he’d made on Steve’s hand, enjoying the way the other boy’s eyes raked over his suddenly bare chest. 

“Will you stay? We could share my bed this time?” Eddie asked.

Steve smiled, pulling him in close and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. “Nothing could make me leave you right now. As long as you want me, I'm here.” 

-

Though the bed and the room were different, laying tangled together with Steve was just as he remembered, familiar and comfortable, and now with the added bonus of bare skin. Having no more reason to cover up with each other they’d both fallen into bed in nothing but boxers. 

They faced each other, cuddled up in Eddie’s favorite position, his head tucked up under Steve’s chin, face pressed to his neck.

They were quiet for so long, just holding each other and for a minute Eddie thought Steve had fallen asleep, until he heard a sniffle and felt a drop of wetness land in his hair.

“Stevie, sweetheart–”

Eddie tried to look up, but Steve curled his arms more firmly around him, squeezing him tight. 

“You were dead. There was so much blood, and you were dead in my arms and I can’t stop seeing it when I close my eyes.” Steve sucked in a sharp breath, a few more tears splashing the top of Eddie’s head.  “I didn’t even know you that well yet and still–”

Eddie rubbed his hand along Steve’s back in soothing circles, giving him comfort and the space to grieve without pushing him to say any more. 

When he was calmer, and his crying slowed, Steve spoke again. “Thinking back on it with how I feel about you now, I just, I don’t know how I'd survive if something happened to you.” He drug his lips along Eddie’s temple. “I’m sorry, I know that’s a crazy fucking thing to say so soon.”

Eddie pulled back, and this time Steve let him, so he could finally look him in the eye. “It’s not crazy, or if it is, I mean, I get it. I—Steve, I feel exactly the same way. I was already so far gone on you, and then you kissed me and it was–It was like you were giving me everything I ever wanted and more. But then you died. If Jason hadn’t come along and shot me that night, I would have done it myself just for the chance to bring you back.”

Steve tilted his head, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind Eddie’s ear. “Maybe we’re both crazy.”

“Maybe.” Eddie smiled, a little bittersweet for the truth of it. “I’m sorry that I didn’t try to tell you. I–”

“It’s okay. Baby, you don’t have to keep explaining yourself.”

Baby.

Eddie shivered, but he couldn’t let what hearing that one little word did to his insides distract him from what he needed to say. 

“I–I was just so scared. I knew If I got too close to you again and it ended the same way, it would destroy me. I thought if I stayed away that I could protect myself, but I was already so in love with you. Staying away hurt almost as much as losing you would have. I think… a part of me was also worried that you were just exploring yourself with me, and I couldn’t handle the idea of only being your experiment. It wasn’t fair of me to put that fear on you, to not give you the benefit of the doubt. I was an asshole. I made a bad situation worse, and I’m just so sorry.”

“Are you still worried about that? That I’ll freak out about this, or change my mind?” Steve asked, not sounding mad or hurt, just wanting to understand.

“I’m trying not to,” Eddie answered honestly. “But, maybe—a little. There’s nothing quite like getting punched in the face right after your first kiss to make you cautious.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I promise this isn’t some fling or experiment to me. I–I meant it, Eddie. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chapter 13: Epilogue

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𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who loves you and his 2 kids more than anything else in the world. You've been married for 3 years now, and had recently just moved into your $1.5 million mansion in a lovely gated community with great neighbours. Your home was perfect for you and your kids, big kitchen, massive outdoor area (with a pool), 3 bathrooms, it was definitely worth the money.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who groans as he hears the alarm ring, gripping you tighter in an attempt to keep you on the bed but unfortunately for him you shake him off.

"babe, the boys have to get to school, come on." You say, trying to pull him out the bed.

"Why don't we get a nanny or something??" He mutters as you both walk out of your bedroom to wake up your boys.

"Because we don't need one, you're just lazy." You say and he pouts.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who rolls his eyes when you ask him to make a detour after dropping of your kids at school.

"baby, come on we need stuff and we're both off work today, we should take advantage first."

"Fine. But we're not spending long."

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who is convinced by you to get a new laptop for his fourth dealership and also some Hermes soap and bottles of Moët for your wine cellar. You also convince him to get some new shirts at Ralph Lauren and Gucci, 2 new suits and a new car, yes a new car, that's how influential you were.

"babe. You own 4 dealerships and you're not even considering a car??" You say as he's about to make a turn towards your home.

"We can get a tiny little Porsche, it's not too much." You say, caressing his shoulder.

He bites his lip, you had already bought so much stuff, there was nothing wrong with a new car, right?

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who can only see the extent of your influence when it takes you 10 whole minutes to get all of your shopping inside. He realises that you had been out for 3 hours, 3 whole hours.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who carries you bridal style into the bedroom, he drops you on the bed,looking at you with dead eyes but that smirk on his face can't be mistaken for something negative.

"baby are you really that tired, I-"

He sighs before taking a long hard look at you, like a beast relishing it's prey.

He makes quick work of your clothes, throwing them at all different corners of the room. Your plump lips are the first thing he tends to, giving you a long sensual kiss as he lets his had wander down to your pussy, pushing two fingers deep inside you.

As soon as his lips move away from yours, he focuses his attention on below.

" I think this is the only part of you that listens to me." He says to you in a sexy voice, the type he used to scold you but god did it turn you on.

Your constant moans proved his theory right as he pushed his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace.

"You're just so bratty baby, telling me to buy this and that, emptying my pockets." He mumbles, slipping his boxers off.

"And now you're gonna tell me to put this cock inside of you but I don't know." He says, looking at you with that captivating expression.

Daichi was rarely like this but you loved when he was. When he gave you that bored look on his face with his sleepy eyes. When he just lazily fucks you, it only happens when he's super tired which as rare since you both had a super strict schedule meaning you were always asleep before 11pm on weekdays. Teasing and taunting you with every chance he got, it was so exhilarating.

"You don't like taking orders from me sawamura?" you moan out, causing him to smirk at you.

"hey don't get offended babe, I mean sometimes you can be quiet." He hums, increasing the pace of his fingers.

You whine and whine, telling him you were close to cumming.

"but then again only sometimes." He says in response to your flimsy attempts at getting him to put his cock in you once and for all.

"Oh stop being a tease." You grunt and he chuckles.

You moan at the feeling of release, your legs feel numb and you're voice hurts from moaning so much but that feeling of pleasure is one like no other and you want more.

"You're acting like it doesn't turn you on." He retorts and you can feel your face is getting hot.

"Still doesn't excuse you being a tease."

He doesn't respond, instead he slips his thick, girthy cock inside you, groaning slightly at how warm and sticky you were.

He places a firm grip on your hips and slowly starts to rut into you.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 who's finally stopped fucking you relentlessly after doing so for the last hour and a half. You're now snuggling with him under your covers until you jump out of bed but immediately fall due to the pain in your legs.

"WE NEED TO PICK UP THE KIDS, THEY FINISH IN 10 MINUTES."

Daichi groans.

"FUCK."

"DAICHI YOU NEED TO CARRY ME. SAWAMURA DAICHI-"

He immediately gets up and picks you up, grabbing some clothes and walking out of your bedroom pissed.

"we're not taking detours." He says and you smirk

"But the kids wanted some cars too." You say sarcastically.

He slaps your ass in response.

"Ow." You pout.

"Your fault."

"No yours."

"Yours."

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~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Break Free

dialogue #10: "I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else."

Jamil x fem!reader

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The nights in Scarabia always bring you comfort. As the lights from the dorm begin to dim, you're granted a full view of the sky. Clouds hardly ever filter in as the stars shine while the moon casts its light upon the world below.

You take in a breath of the night air, getting a taste of the desert-like breeze. Sand manages to wiggle its way into your system but you've grown so accustomed to it that it hardly bothers you.

The sound of flowing water coming from behind you helps you relax. It's a tranquil melody that offers you company out here in the darkness. You're tempted to run a hand through the fountain's waters, but reconsider thanks to the thought of getting caught. Even if no one else is around, you still feel like there's a set of eyes on you.

"Prefect?" A familiar voice calls. You internally grin as if you knew he'd been hiding behind the fountain. You don't move from your spot, comfortable where you are. All you do is cast a glance in his direction as he comes into full view.

"Yes, Jamil?"

"What are you doing out here?" He asks with a slight look of annoyance. "It's late and cold."

You shrug. "I like it out here. It's nice." You scoot over to offer him a spot beside you. "Wanna join me?"

He pauses with his eyes set on you. There's an internal debate going on inside of him. Shooing you off to bed is his main priority, but he hardly gets a chance to spend time alone with you. That troublemaker of a housewarden is already in bed and it's not like he'll be waking up any time soon. If anything, this is the perfect chance to indulge in some privacy by your side.

"Alright, but first..." Another pause as he begins to slide his coat off. Gently, he places it over your shoulders, his touch lingering a little longer than normal. Once it's settled perfectly on you, he sits beside you.

"You come over often enough to know how the nights are yet you still dress lightly," he sighs. Despite being seemingly annoyed, he wears a little smile.

Your cheeks warm as does your body. Hands clutch onto the fresh coat as you adjust it slightly. The tank top you wore throughout the day was perfect to fight off Scarabia's heat, but it did nothing to prepare you against the cold nights. While you could endure the change in temperature for so long, it was still nice to have something to protect you.

"Thanks," you breathe out. You shut your eyes and take in his scent. The coat smells like a mixture of spices and fire. And with it hanging around you it's almost as if he's embracing you to keep you warm. It's the second best way to get affection from him, you think.

"You're welcome. Next time, please come with a sweater."

"I will," you hum. You're tempted to roll your eyes and say something like, 'yes mother' but hold your tongue. You don't feel like ruining this moment, not tonight.

"Do you like them?" You ask. "The stars?"

"Hm. I don't know. I've never really gazed at them like this."

When did he have the time to? Time is never really on his side. He's always busy. Never for himself, always for someone else. Kalim, mostly. It irks him knowing that he's the answer to more than one of his problems. Yet, now that he isn't in the picture, he still can't find himself admiring the gold hanging in the sky.

Dark eyes slither their way toward you.

"How about you?"

"I like them. It reminds me of home. They look the same."

Jamil hums in response before you both fall into silence.

Moments like these are...strange. But welcoming, he thinks. It takes some getting used to the serene nature of the world when there's nothing that needs his constant attention. It's a nice change of pace. Rare yet magical despite you being without it.

"Hey, Jamil?"

"Hm?"

"I like you."

An odd noise comes from the one beside you. It's a mix of attempting to clear his throat while keeping a cough back. It's so sudden you think that you misheard, especially when you turn your head to find a shocked expression disappear into a more neutral one.

"I would assume as a friend?"

"No, more than that."

There's a frazzled look and this time you catch it in full view.

"You..." He takes in a sharp breath and puts a hand to his head. "I don't know how you can say that so casually."

You laugh.

"It's not funny," he hisses. "You know you could like someone better."

The moment that leaves his lips, he regrets it. He knows that is better, better than most of the lot here. He's smarter and smarter. But, he's trained to never be first. Someone, no matter who it may be, always has to be put before him. Despite his wanting to break free from those chains, old habits really do die hard.

"Like who?" You question, curious to see who he would suggest.

"Someone perfect." He almost, almost says Kalim, and that makes him want to vomit. He's used to putting that boy before him, but Sevens even he knows that he's far from perfect. Kalim is a goddamn mess and he doubts he'd ever say it even with a knife pressed against his throat. "Perhaps Vil?"

You roll your eyes.

"I guess he kinda fits the definition of perfect. But I like you more." You smile and shift your legs. You play with the sleeves of his coat as you continue. "You don't have to be perfect to be liked by someone. And I know you aren't perfect, but it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else." You say that with such a sweet, genuine smile. Your gaze softens as your eyes meet with his.

Jamil holds his breath yet feels his cheeks flare up, just a bit. He remains calm despite the confession. To be chosen over Kalim, over others despite everything. It truly warms his heart. A part of him feels like he doesn't deserve it, but the other that demands he has worth says otherwise. Who cares if he isn't perfect, he doesn't need to be. Kalim and Vil might, but that's their problem, not his.

Still, he likes the thought of being perfect for you.

"Who knew you could have a way with words?" He replies with a sly grin. His eyes lock onto yours, never leaving and looking at you as if you're his prey. Jamil inches closer to you, an arm sliding around your waist while a hand cups your cheek. The sudden contact makes your face turn bright red.

"I hope you don't regret your decision." His breath warms your lips and causes you to shiver. How had he come so close to you in such little time? It makes your head spin and your heart race. "Because I will make you mine."

As his lips meet with yours the cold winds are fended off by the fire lighting between you.