#I don't think he'd mind much after a while

[jjonqseob]

he's drunk... and needy

pairing: needy!san & f!reader

summary: san got drunk, and he needs you... badly.

genre: smut

tws: established relationship, mention of alcohol use, cursing, drunk and needy san, drunken sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple and clit playing, headlock (it's san we're talking about), a bit of grinding, nicknames (sannie, princess, love, baby, darling), cockwarming (just a bit at the end tho).

author's note: this idea crossed my mind, and i couldn't help myself... i NEEDED to write this. i would appreciate it if you reblogged this to have more support... and stuff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT¡¡ (if there are any mistakes, ignore them... i wrote this half asleep)

word count: 2229

after a long week, the members decide to go out to hang out and have fun. originally, san didn't want to go; he wanted to stay at home with you, cuddling, kissing your pretty face, watching a movie, just being with you. but you almost kicked him out, telling him he should just have fun and enjoy himself with his friends.

it was already late, almost eleven at night. you were lying in bed. you'd waited for your boyfriend for several hours, thinking he'd come back earlier, but you'd already given up. but the noise from the front door had only just robbed you of your sleep.

you managed to hear what sounded like keys falling to the floor, and then you managed to recognize san's voice, who had cursed under his breath.

you uncovered yourself, sitting on the bed, then left the room and found your boyfriend standing in the hall, trying to take off his jacket while leaning against the wall. you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, which made san raise his head, smiling as soon as he saw you.

“princess... did i wake you up? 'm sorry...” you noticed how it was slightly diffucult for him to speak, also noticing the blush that spread across his cheeks, reaching his ears.

he was drunk.

“it's okay, sannie. i was just going to sleep.” you replied as you approached him, and you confirmed that he was drunk, the strong smell of alcohol went straight into your nasal passages. “had fun tonight?” you asked as you watched san struggle to take off his shoes. “need some help with that?”

san pouted when he heard how you chuckled at his current state. “i had fun, yeah... and i don't need help, i can do it myself.” he answered as he braced one of his hands against the wall, finally managing to take off his shoes with his free hand. then, he staggered towards you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hugged you around the waist. “missed you though... so fuckin' much...” feeling his lips brush against your skin as he spoke sent shivers down your spine, but you quickly brush it off.

“i missed you too. come here, let's go to bed.” you said with a smile as your hand gently patted his back, but when you tried to pull away from him, his grip became slightly stronger.

“don't wanna go... wanna stay here with you.” he murmured while his tongue shamelessly traced your collarbone, making you squirm. “you smell so good, princess... and you're so, so pretty.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to appear disinterested, but his touch, his closeness, just him was starting to get to you.

“you can barely stand, let's just go to bed.” you kept saying as one of your hands cupped his chin, pulling him away from you, his tired eyes met yours.

“wanna kiss you so bad...” san murmured, smiling tiredly while his eyes scanned your face until they reached your lips.

“you'll be able to kiss me tomorrow, when you're sober, dummy.” you only got a whine from your boyfriend, who just pressed his body against yours.

“don't call me that.” he whined as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and you clearly smelled the alcohol on his breath, it was so strange to see him like that, so needy... and you were starting to like it.

“we'll do this, i'll give you a peck, but only if we're gonna go to bed.” you proposed, but he just pouted. and god, you just wanted to kiss those pouty lips of his, but you couldn't.

“but i don't want a damn peck! i wanna kiss you... wanna leave you breathless, princess... please.” san pleaded, looking into your eyes while one of his hands went to the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him, your lips were touching, but not kissing. yet.

san gently tilted your head, giving you a small kiss, and then kissed you the way he wanted, his lips moving against yours in a clumsy, but tender way. the taste of alcohol on his lips was quite strong, but you didn't move away.

you simply couldn't resist your boyfriend, and besides, it's just a kiss.

so instead of pulling away, you kissed him back, your lips moving against his, finding the perfect rhythm to kiss him.

you were the one who broke the kiss, panting lightly, and meeting san's gaze, and a smile drawn on his lips, highlighting his dimples.

"see? you wanted it too." he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarser, and he seemed to not want to let you go at all.

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say. now let's go to bed." you replied, sighing as you led him to his room, and this time he didn't resist, instead, he just clung to you.

"you want me just for yourself, mhn? my princess' so naughty~" san chuckled as his face burried into your chest, inhaling your scent.

miraculously, you managed to get him to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as he wobble slightly, trying to stay upright.

“you look very pretty today... have i told you that?” he kept complimenting you, while you, on your side, tried took off his shirt. “someone's eager, huh?”

you just rolled your eyes as he lifted his arms, helping you undress him, his eyes never leaving you.

“want me to take my pants off too?” he asked before a hiccup escaped his mouth, he was so cute.

“yeah, but be careful. i'm going to get your pjs." and before you could turn around to go to the closet, one of his hands grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

“i love you, you know that, right?” san asked you, you just smiled while nodding, and he let go of your wrist. he was such a big softly!

after a few minutes, both of you were lying in bed, san was clinging to you tightly, hugging you from behind with his face hidden in your neck.

and you... you couldn't sleep, how could you while your cute, drunk boyfriend was rubbing his boner against your ass?

"princess... can't sleep... i need you..." he'd been like this ever since you slept together, and you were trying to ignore him, you were really trying, but he was making it so hard. "please stop ignoring me! i know you're awake." he whined, his lips brushing against your ear while his hands gripped your waist, grinding his hardness against your ass, desperate for friction.

"stop it..." you finally spoke, while you bit your lower lip, trying not to give in. "you're drunk, love. we can't do anything."

“why? i wouldn't do anything i wouldn't be sober... and i need you.” san kept protesting as one of his hands slid under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts and giving it a light squeeze, finally drawing a moan from you, which made him smile widely. “plus, i know you want it too... just look at how you're squeezing your thighs.” he whispered as he gently nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “you must be soaking, princess. let me take care of you, pretty please?”

“we, fuck–”

“mhn? i prefer the term 'make love', but i think that one is okay too.” you couldn't even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious. not when his large, cold hands started roaming over your body, one of his hands slid under your shirt, massaging one of your breasts, then pinching your nipple, feeling it harden due to his touch. “my pretty princess... all mine...” he murmured against your skin as his other hand went down, going under your shorts, and starting to massage your clit over the thin fabric of your wet panties. “so damn wet already.” he teased while his hand left your breast, taking your chin, and kissing you sloppily and desperately, while his fingers kept teasing your poor clit.

“stop teasing me... please.” you almost whined before feeling how his tongue invaded your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours, and you couldn't help but moan, he swallowed every sound that came out from your lips as he kept kissing you eagerly, and as his fingers left your clit, which made you whine in response, but a small gasp left your lips when he pulled your shorts down, along with your panties, tossing them... somewhere. you heard and almost felt him pull down his own pants, followed by his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room –probably where your clothes were as well,– his hard cock springing free, leaking precum at the tip. you moaned when he brushed his tip between your ass cheeks, making you shiver.

“gonna worship every inch of your beautiful body, princess.” he took the base of his cock, aligning himself to fuck your wet pussy, then thrust into you in a dry, raw, abrupt movement, and without any warning. he groaned as your walls squeezed his length, which caused his hands to grip your hips tightly, surely leaving marks that would be noticeable tomorrow. “so fuckin' tight–” san murmured as his hips began to move mercilessly against you, fucking you as if his life depended on it, as if it were the last time he would ever see you. one of your hand gripped his forearm, digging your nails into his skin, holding him there as he continued to fuck you desperately.

while the noises you made were whimpers, moans, almost begs for him not to stop, san was almost growling.

he was never like this, seriously, never. when you two 'made love,' he was the most loving person in the world. he held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, he kissed you tenderly, always putting your pleasure above his, and not cumming until you cummed first.

but today, he was being a completely different person, his words were still... tender, but his actions were desperate, sloppy, almost wild. he was fucking you.

“my princess, my baby, my love, my darling... always so perfect.” he murmured, his words almost worshipful, his hips continuing their ministrations, his pace never changed, or slowed, he remained stable –surprisingly given his current state, but hey! he needed you,– his head leaning forward, his mouth hovering over your ear, which he licked, before taking one of your legs, lifting it while holding it tightly, managing to fuck you deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

you didn't even know where to hold on anymore, it's not like you were going to fall out of bed... or maybe you were, you didn't know, you had never seen this side of your tender and cute boyfriend... but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying it. you were so close. the new position was starting to drive you crazy.

“princess, you're– you're too tight.” san whined as his grip on your hips became stronger. “means you're close, doesn't it? gonna cum all over my cock?” he murmured as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sucking at your skin, leaving a red mark on your skin.

it seemed like he was determined to mark you.

and at his question, you just managed to let out a breathless 'yes', you were completely helpless.

but what pushed you over the edge was your boyfriend's skillful fingers starting to play quickly and sloppily with your clit again, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

and you came, all over his cock just as he said.

normally, san would have stopped, given you some time to recover, and then you would help him cum too.

but today it wasn't going to be like that, it seemed that your orgasm gave him even more energy, because he didn't stop his movements, not at all, in fact, on the contrary, he fucked you more roughly, harder. it was almost animalistical, overstimulating you, and your poor pussy.

and the worst part is that his fingers kept playing with your clit. which made you clunch his cock, and consequently, getting a strong spank on the ass, making you whimper loudly before san's free arm wrapped around your neck, putting you in a headlock, holding you tightly to keep you in place, but not enough to hurt you. you were in heaven.

your legs were shaking from overstimulation, your hands went to his arm, digging your nails in hard as he continued to hold you tightly. and another orgasm was threatening to come. you had never felt like this before, and you had never cum so quickly for the second time, but this time, you both came at the same time.

a breathless “princess–” was the only thing that you heard before his cum filled your insides completely, and your walls squeezing his cock only caused him to sink deeper inside you as the last spurts of cum painted your insides white.

the room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, their bodies drenched in sweat, and san's grip finally loosened, hugging you by the waist, and hiding his face into your hair, inhaling your familiar and sweet scent.

“now we can sleep.” his words made you let out a small, and weak chuckle.

“you're still inside me.” you managed to murmur.

“but i'm cold...”

[lohotine]

BET I SHALL HEREBY REQ AZURE × READER SMUT

˘꒷꒦˘꒷꒦꒷˘꒦꒷꒦˘꒷꒦˘꒷꒦꒷˘꒦꒷꒦˘˘꒷꒦˘꒷꒦꒷˘꒦꒷꒦˘꒷꒦˘꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

ﾟ ｡ ﾟ∘ ° ｡ﾟ ﾟ ｡ ﾟ∘ ° ｡ﾟ

``Want To Love You, Want You To Feel Good.``

In which Azure (gently) fucks you with his tendrils ♡

Cw: NSFW, Tendril play, not heavily proofread

AN: You didn't specify any specific time period or gender, so I chose post-stab Azure w/ afab reader. (They're still GN.) Also I hope this isn't too weird for you? I can make a more vanilla smut of this if it's a problem ^^ I've just been thinking about this situation for a while now-

A needy whimper escapes your lips as you feel the large muscle resting in-between your thighs, prodding at your already slick entrance. Your mind starts to go hazy as you feel the tendril sliding in deeper and deeper-

"Tell me if it's too much..." he'd murmur against your neck, lips barely grazing your skin. His body traps you against the bedframe, yet it's not suffocating. It's soft; safe. "We can stop if it ever feels uncomfortable."

Should something like this really feel so good?

"Is this okay?" He asks, gaze locked onto yours. You feel one of Azure's hands coming up to cup your cheek; it's a comforting touch.... an anchor.

The question takes a while to register in your mind, and you almost don't respond.

"It's... fine- I'm okay. ....You can move.." you mumbled, voice so quiet it's almost inaudible. Oh goodness, how red were you already? He's barely even started and you're already so worked up...

At that quiet conformation, Azure nods and begins to move the tendril in and out of you... slowly, at first, to give you a chance to get used to it.

After all, he only wants you to feel good.

"Does that feel alright, dear? It's not too much for you...?"

Another one of his tendrils comes to snake around your waist. You're not even sure if he's aware of the movement, but judging by that calculating look on his face, he most likely is.

You shake your head, almost feverishly. Too much? Well, yes... yet, at the same time, it isn't nearly enough-

You continue to let out sharp breaths and quiet whines. Your hips grind in time with each thrust, trying to feel even an inch more friction.

You feel it then; the slight curl of his tendril, hitting that spot inside of you that Azure knows has you seeing stars.

Azure leaves a small peck on the corner of your lips, your head leaning backward slightly at the sudden action.

You don't miss the slight curl of his lips either when he hears your breathless moans.

"Azure...-" you'd squeak, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. It's embarrassing how Azure can do so little and have you feeling so much.

His thumb gently caresses your jaw until his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling the hand away from your mouth.

"No, dearest. Please don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you, please... I want to make sure I'm doing a good job..." Azure coos, lips pressing lightly against your cheek before trailing down to your neck.

You instinctively lean your head back, more moans and gasps spilling from your lips. He continues sliding that tendril in and out of you, faster now.

Your walls flutter and squeeze around the invading peice of flesh, desperately.

Each little flick, each little writhe is intentional. That fact has you absolutely reeling.

"Ngh... A- Azure... more-"

You'd blabber mindlessly, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy with want. With need.

Azure's eyes remain on you, examining each moan and each shudder.

It's a sign he's doing well, right? Azure then presses his lips to yours, tongue gently swiping against your bottom lip.

Before you know it, he's kissing you, open mouthed. It's passionate, slow... the room feels hot.

"You're doing so well," Azure would praise, the words being mumbled into your mouth.

His thrusts get slightly faster. It's harder, deeper. Your moans are muffled by his mouth. Both of your breaths mingle and mix with one another's.

And you are close. So close, to that mind-numbing orgasm you've been chasing after.

Azure must have noticed it too, considering your increasingly needy pleads.

"That's it... just like that," he'd whisper into your ear. His inactive tendrils curl behind him with anticipation.

"You're so close... Don't try to hold back, love. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

His words were always so soft. So sweet. A stark comparison to the way he thrusts into you with an almost feverish haze.

Azure's next thrust is different. It's deeper, the tip of the tendril kissing your cervix, and he leaves it in for slightly longer.

A broken moan escapes your mouth at that, an overwhelming feeling of heat washing over you. Your juices cover the muscle with a coat of your slick, and Azure can't contain the somewhat satisfied smile on his lips.

Azure withdraws it from your quivering sex, earning a small mewl from you, and he begins admiring the slight glint of light that bounces off the ring of cum.

"You did so well." He praises, purple eyes finally locking onto yours once more. "We should do that again sometime."

Azure presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, my Nightshade."

[bbyg4rl]

u asked for filthy thoughts i got some WHAT DO YOU THINK jj's kinks r like canonically... whats ur interpretation of him?

OKAY YES THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION !!!

i 1000% will always stand by him having a size kink you can never change my mind about it.

other things? i think he'd be BIG into gunplay, anything to do w danger maybe he wouldnt fully deep dive into it but he might indulge a teensy bit

i think he's big into exhibitionism too but not FULL ON he's more turned on by the fact that you guys might get caught than the actual thing happening. and in relation, i think he'd HATE being a voyeur. like he hates having t o just watch. i feel like he'd be big into physical touch so simply watching is just not for him.

and i think he might like slapping, choking and spanking and all but not getting it. and he wouldnt do it hard, its more like an almost tap while fucking ykwim? i feel like hes a big overthinker when it comes to relationships and atleast initially in a relationship he would NOT do it hard.

he's definitely big into dirty talk can never shut up.

i dont think he'd like ddgl. atleast not to a full extent, he'd baby u and dote on you but its more of a normal thing than a sexual thing.

degradation is also probably a little high on his list, but never receiving it. he has a huge praise kink. i think he needs you to tell him he's doing good a lot.

somnophilia is probably somewhere in the mid to low area, I don't think he'd touch u like that while you're sleeping bc he's probably overthinking it too much but he'd love it if you woke him up like that or helped yourself to him while he was asleep.

bondage is again something i think he'd love. he loves tying you up more than being tied up.

hes definitely someone who leaves a lot of hickeys and marks on you after ur done fucking. he probably has something like rly possessive about him. he's also the type to show off your nail marks on his back.

HUGE breeding kink do i even meed to explain this? but i dont think he'd actually be calm about being a dad in normal circumstances. like he loves the idea of getting u pregnant but that actually happening would actually give him a panic attack.

more things i think he has r like a rly bad huge oral fixation. i think hes more dominant but not necessarily mean all the time, hes more soft!dom. and i think he'd be super big on consent. he'd love taking pictures, of you, of him, of you both. ok thats it 💀

[pullhisteeth]

you find a magazine of a certain genre under your boyfriend's bed. eddie munson x reader, 1.1k, fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes

-

For a moment, it throws you.

The glossy pages are shiny. New. The magazine a recent purchase, thrown hastily under the bed, perhaps out of shame or embarrassment. Or because he thinks you'd be upset. Maybe he thinks you'd hate him.

You're apart more than you're together. This is, surely, entirely normal. After a few minutes and some reassuring hugs, you know that this is the rational conclusion you'd draw. But he's not here, and you haven't really seen him in weeks, and the cherry red spine caught your eye when you let yourself into his room.

Your curious fingers, too curious for your own good, flick through the pages while the black pit in your stomach deepens. They're all so beautiful. Soft skin wrapped in varying shades of lace and elastic, garters and frills. In some shots they're partially clothed in luxurious shirts or dresses. In others, they're adorned in intimidating black lingerie, holding things like whips or putting their fingers in their mouths.

The smell of this room, of him and his laundry detergent and his cologne, is normally the most comforting thing on earth. Right now it's making you a bit queasy.

Nausea caused by a dizzying combination of shame and hurt. Hurt, naturally, because your boyfriend, whom you love endlessly, has a dirty mag - a new dirty mag - under his bed. And shame, because you shouldn't feel so hurt at all.

Eddie joins you in that sick feeling when he sees you, relatively small, knees up, heels of your feet on the edge of the mattress, white-knuckled grip on that fucking magazine. It was so stupid - he bought it a week ago, a bit high and really, really horny, too ashamed to text you for a photo. What a loser he'd look like, sending some variation of a slimy you up? text at one in the morning, asking for nudes. He bought it at the 24/7 gas station on the other side of town. Brought it home, took one look at the centrefold, and tossed it under the bed, too ashamed to feel horny anymore and missing you too much to really care.

Your heart does an ugly flip when you realise he's standing in the doorway. You throw the mag on the ground like it's suddenly scorching hot. You hear him say sorry, I can explain, please, but none of it sticks. You start crying before you can think to be embarrassed.

With your clammy palms over your eyes you do not see him drop to the floor. Instead, you are surprised when you feel his own hands on your ankles.

"Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry," you hiccup.

"Please don't apologise either."

You wipe your face on the sleeves of your sweatshirt. Looking down, you find him with his eyes wide and concerned, looking back up at you.

"I'm sorry," you say again regardless, "for looking- looking through your stuff."

"It was under the bed," he reassures you. "I know you didn't have to go looking for it."

His touch on your ankle turns to a firm grip. You let him pull your feet down, backs of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. He lays his cheek on your knee and holds your calves, fingers moving up and down as he watches you from the floor.

"I'm sorry," he echoes. "You won't believe me but I promise you, swear on mom's grave, I wish I never bought it. I looked at it once, and I- I used to like them, I guess, but I didn't care, it was nothing, I-"

You hiccup again and hear him gasp softly.

"Please," he begs. His own eyes are getting watery and his hands have become nervous. "I'm sorry. I hate seeing you cry. Look at me."

You do, ever obedient to his word. You love him so much and you know it to be true because with any other boyfriend, you're sure you'd never have cared so much.

"It's okay," you tell him, words watery and thick. "I don't mind- really, I don't mind you having it, I just-"

"You don't have to be nice to me."

"No, really, I don't mind, I just don't look like them and I-"

At this he moves, sits upright between your spread knees, his now firm hands on your hips.

"Look at me," he says again.

Your eyes meet his.

"I don't care that you don't look like them. I'm serious."

"But-"

"No, really. I'm glad you don't look like them."

"But the lingerie, all of it- It's scary but is it something you want?"

The air in the room feels suffocatingly close. You're not catching full breaths and your skin itches, nose burning.

"No," he says firmly. "Unless you do."

You close your eyes and breathe slowly. Relief lifts like a heavy cloud.

You feel him move up, his face level with your own. His breath is warm and familiar. He kisses you softly at the left corner of your mouth.

"I promise you," he says, with another kiss to the space between your brows, "that there is nothing on earth sexier to me than you in your old pants."

A laugh bursts forth, uncontrollable but welcome. He smiles, you feel it in the kiss he gives your temple.

"I'm serious. I love your tennis socks when they're different shades of white. Or that bra that you turned green in the wash. Really."

You can't bear it anymore, too dizzy to keep your eyes closed. When you open them, he's out of view, his mouth at your jaw. You're giggling and squirming and his arms are around you.

"Hug me," you tell him quietly. He tightens his grip and you exhale.

"I'm sorry I made you cry," he says after a moment. He's still on his knees, and your back is aching after too long leaning into him, so you slip off the edge of the bed and onto his lap.

"I'm sorry for snooping."

"I told you to stop that," he says, smiling. "Stop apologising. I should've chucked it- Should never have bought it at all."

Words sit hesitant at the base of your throat. "Why did you?"

"I was horny," he whispers, "and missing you."

"Why didn't you just call me?"

"Felt like a player." He's smiling, only one half of his mouth curling, coy and shy. You smooth your hands over his arms. "Didn't wanna text you for dirty photos in the middle of the night."

"You can have as many as you want," you tell him in a whisper, kissing his jaw softly, like it's your secret to keep. "I can't take them as well as you can, though."

He chuckles. "I'm sure that's not true."

"Really," you say, stretching, back arching, legs pressing into his lap. "If you miss me that much, maybe you need to take some more before I go back home."

-

[paramythas]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒, as if it's something she's not used to- and she's not. Yet he does it with such casual ease that she doesn't think any more than necessary about it. If that's what he wants to do, then that's what he wants to do. Maybe she'll figure it out later, because it feels like it's important somehow, and generally speaking, she doesn't always wear shoes that are easy to slip off or out of. It'll be a problem if it's an expectation.

That said, she continues observing him the way she was taught; expression (controlled, restrained, surprisingly so for someone she doesn't think is that way by nature), body language (hesitant, apologetic, but not cowed; prideful to a fault), eyes (avoidant still, but not hiding) and finds herself curious. When it comes, the apology leaves her blindsided. Because yes, while he'd apologized before it was, she thinks, something of a panic reaction.

(Don't lose the asset, priority one.)

Now there's careful thought behind his words, and a surprising amount of honesty. Enough so that she thinks this might be the most honest apology she's ever gotten. Well, no- that isn't quite right.

It's basically the only apology she's ever gotten.

When it had happened, the death of her parents hadn't warranted one. Even though Roman had jokingly apologized for talking about her money, that had been more of something that hadn't really warranted it. Just a course-correction about something he knew bothered her, same as he always did. Roman, after all, had known better than to do things he might need to apologize for to begin with. After him though... no one had cared enough to be bothered. Cinder's 'apology' to get the lamp, looking back on it, had simply been her playing the long game.

So, this is the first genuine apology she's ever been given, and she doesn't know what to do with it.

Staying angry now feels... almost pointlessly embarrassing and, if she's honest, she was less angry at him and more angry about the sore spots he'd unknowingly stabbed at. Thus, Neo takes the apology with a muted nod of her head, looking only passingly contrite.

Then she flashes him a look that's equal parts amused and incredulous, tilting her head at him. One hand lifts slowly, and with both brows arching high, she points the single finger at her mouth, giving her eyebrows a twitch.

I can't really tell you shit, the motion conveys, and she reaches for her sandwich immediately after, taking a delicate, carefully-measured bite.

Honestly, she almost wishes she could. Then maybe he'd be able to understand the extent to which she's not joking about what she tried to explain. Maybe he'd realize that there's no way a man would make up that much, put that much effort into a whole world, just to yank out one person. Especially when that person has a reason to so fervently hate being manipulated. Neo can't tell him any stories, not without writing them all out. And no one wants to sit and read about her whole life.

Besides, it wouldn't be the same if he couldn't understand her feelings.

Swallowing her bite, she finally decides to move upright, pulling her glass off her knee as she takes hold of her plate with her other hand. Swaying upright in the center of the sill, her legs swing idly as she points at the sandwich with one finger from her milkshake glass.

Hungry?

Then a pause, and she remembers-

-and shakes her head in a clear 'never mind'. He won't eat anything she makes, she's pretty sure.

One of her illusions opening the door is about what he expects by now. Not that he wouldn't probably do the same, if he had that sort of power. Workaholic that he was, it wasn't hard to understand the appeal of having extra hands to mitigate having to stop whatever she had already been doing before he arrived.

His brow quirks a little bit at her odd, precarious position. He doubts she intends harm, either to him or to herself, considering she's lounging with food and a drink. If she had been though, he has one advantage most don't. He's faster than most people alive have any right to be, or are physically built for for that matter, so even if this were a worst case scenario--...

Well, he doesn't think it is, but who could really say after the discussion they had had previously? The existential suggestion that she might not even be a "real" person in the standard sense.

For some people, that's enough to push them over the edge.

"Hey." It's light and casual, slipping his shoes off at the door. It was... sort of business, but he's not here on a job, and Neo's more settled in to her living space, so it's only more respectful to do so.

His eyes briefly drift over her latest project as he strolls in, and he figures that must be what she'd kept herself occupied with since they last parted. From what parts of it he could see, she'd spent a lot of time on it.

Eventually, he stops a few feet back, taking note of her tension. She definitely hadn't forgotten their talk before, but it didn't really change what he had to say either way, keeping his own posture deliberately relaxed and unthreatening.

"Look, I'm... sorry, for the things I said before. I probably came off a lot worse than I intended to. It's not that I was trying to be dismissive or anything like that. If I'm being honest, I'd much rather believe what you told me is true more than any of the alternate possibilities it could have been." He gives a small, mildly humored scoff trailing at the end of low-spoken words that sound genuinely remorseful. "It'd be a whole lot simpler and safer if it really is how you say."

There's an unspoken but at the end of his words, but he thinks Neo is sharp enough to catch it without needing it explained -- again -- and probably still touchy enough to be grateful he doesn't tread back into it after he promised to drop it entirely.

"Maybe we can try to start over? I don't exactly expect you to just spill your whole life story to me, or want to talk about it straight away, but with all you can do and what you've shown me, I'm sure you must have some pretty interesting stories. Maybe you could tell me a few of them some time? I wouldn't be against hearing more about it, when you're ready to tell me."

It's an attempt, at least, of extending an olive branch of some humility where there was clearly still a rift.

[bebefatima888]

Hi! I really liked your last post about the Linkuei trio. I think you portrayed them very well. I was wondering how they apologize after an argument? Do they let it go? Or do they try to fix it?

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Hi anon and thank you! 🩷 That means a lot. Sorry it's taken me a bit since I've been dealing with exams and wanted to post something substantial for you.

As for how they would apologize after an argument, or if they'll even do so, I realize I didn't make that clearer and edited the post. But if you mean a more heated, mutual argument I can provide some thoughts with a mini hc list since it's a "spinoff" of them making you cry on accident.

The Lin Kuei Trio Arguing With You HC's (Part 2)

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Bi Han:

REAL arguments with him only last a few minutes, and after both of you suffering through a long day; but it would take him even longer to get over your spat. He'd never admit this even to you, but Bi Han takes everything you say straight to his thawed heart, even if you didn't mean it.

Is the type to storm off if things get bad and you start to raise your voices. He never wants to let it rise to that degree but doesn't know how to mitigate the situation without walking away.

He'll be disgruntled for a while but won't be spiteful or passive aggressive towards you. Though you'll definitely feel guilty when you don't see him in the evenings as much and his brothers ask you if he's alright.

Just needs some space to cool off and it's best you leave him be until he's ready to apologize. If you were solely in the wrong he'd still want to apologize first.. It's strange but he'll feel pathetic if you had to apologize to him before he does to you.

I feel like he'd have an avoidant attachment style, so the instant he feels your bond straining he tells himself he doesn't need you as a way to cope with his hidden anxiety about being unable to make-up.

The best way to patch things up with Bi Han is to go about your normal routine as a way to reconcile. Greet him when you pass by during the day, like you always do. He'll come around, and quietly appreciate that you're still here. 💙

Kuai Liang:

Is quick to let it go, there's nothing that could keep him away from you for long. Petty arguments aren't something he'd tolerate since he's fully aware it's unhealthy. If it's a substantial conflict, however, he will stay with you until you two resolve it.

You would have to ask Kuai upfront for some space and time to clear your mind. He'll be patient but start to get nervous the longer you keep to yourself.

Due to his arguments with Bi Han growing up, where his older brother's pulled away from him into adulthood, Kuai is afraid you may keep a grudge against him forever. Hence why he's eager to swiftly snuff out any miscommunications or disagreements with you before they blow out of proportion.

If it takes longer than a few hours for you two to feel better, he won't let it rest into the night. Will seriously have you both stay up to discuss what happened, what he should do next time, etc.

It will either be through careful conversation or until one of you falls asleep (you) for there to be resolution, in his eyes at least.

Kuai would dissect the conflict so rationally that he almost forgets to apologize until you say it first, after that things go back to normal the next day with both of you exhausted but content. 💛

Tomas Vrbada:

Ok, I'm not going to lie to you.. He's stubborn. Not in the same way as Bi Han, but in like the youngest sibling type way where he can be a bit whiny when you two have a real, heated fight.

Doesn't seem to understand it's an argument at the start, which is where things can get misconstrued and lead to hurt feelings. Tomas is also very expressive, so there'd be times where he flashes a look that you (understandably) take the wrong way that leads to even more strife.

It takes longer than needed to resolve your conflict because of this, and it can lead to indirectly involving his brothers when they overhear you two arguing. And then look to each other in confusion about what the quarrel's even about.

Both of you agree at least on taking time off from the fight and resolving it later, to which things naturally fizzle out anyway, or just agree to disagree and move on because it's just not worth it.

He's of course eager to let it go with no hard feelings, but he will be a bit sore since he's not used to arguing like that and isn't sure how to move on from it, even after saying sorry. Regardless of who's in the wrong, he'll insist you don't need to apologize.

Since he's afraid of things flaring up again, he'll be a bit withdrawn with his affections if he isn't sure things are a-ok now. Would be up to you to carry things on from there so he can happily follow your lead. 🩶

[blade-liger-4ever]

How Team Prime Reacts to Smokescreen Nearly Becoming a Prime

Arcee

She's speechless, mind buzzing with questions and more than a little disapproval. The rookie? The guy who's mouth never stopped working, who -

.....Went back for Optimus when no one else did. And who, in hindsight, achieved a considerable amount without their aid.

It's still hard for her to accept. Arcee had thought she'd read Smokescreen like an open book, but had she really? Did she understand him like she thought she did? Maybe there was something there Optimus saw that none of them did. Pit, there must be a reason, otherwise the Matrix wouldn't have singled him out like that.

Arcee doesn't say anything for a while about this revelation. She can't even really bring herself to look Optimus or the kid in the optic, though she knows she can't keep avoiding it. When she's cooled her engine, she'll make sure to find the words.

And hopefully, they won't be as harsh as when Smokescreen first arrived on Earth.

Bumblebee

Honestly, Bee's mind is going at Warp Factor Nine over this. He's astounded that a rookie (however much older he is, he's still technically got less experience under his belt than Bee) got the green light from the Matrix. It's incredible, and as insane as it seems, Bee realizes pretty dang quick that Smokescreen's Spark must be at least on the same level as Optimus'.

Because of this, Bee takes to hanging around Smokescreen some more, hopefully subtly. Occasionally he asks questions like what Smokescreen's past was like, where he lived, etc. But while he learns from the questions that it's a less glamorous beginning than compared to Optimus, it all weighs on Smokescreen a great deal.

Seeing this, knowing how terrified his new teammate must be, Bee decides to hear him out and, once accepting that Smokescreen might just be his future Prime (don't die Optimus, please not after that close call), Bee becomes something of a willing information vault for his fellow scout.

A Prime needs experience, right? Bee's got tons, and he's more than willing to share if it means helping Smokescreen out in the future.

Bulkhead

Three thoughts go through Bulk's head in pretty rapid fashion.

The first is Whoa, Prime almost left the rookie in charge? The next is Wait, did I just blaspheme? And the third is Maybe I was too hard on him.

A sense of guilt for his misplaced anger at Smokescreen during his initial time at base hits him then, and he squashes any and all thought of divine retribution to try and puzzle out Smokescreen and his future election to the Primacy. Thinking back on it, they were all unnecessarily harsh on the kid (well, except for Optimus, but he was rarely harsh to anyone.) In hindsight, Bulk realizes that Smokescreen had actually held his own dang well with the 'Cons once he had the actual chance to get into a fight with them. Maybe that was a reason why the Matrix had chosen him. Bulk's seen newbies, and more than half of them lost their head in a way that he'd never seen happen to Smokescreen.

With this new perspective on things, as well as wanting to properly make up for his attitude, Bulk's decided to back Smokescreen up more often. He'd like to offer some sort of advice, but he's never been very good with his words. Actions are his strength.

Bulk feels that may be the key, and so with any luck, Smokescreen can glean something from his fighting style and the occasional tale from his Wrecker days.

Ratchet

Ratchet's had many a suspicion since the fall of Darkmount about Optimus and Smokescreen's miraculous return. He's kept them to himself, but given the state Optimus must have been in to warrant Smokescreen using the Forge to heal him, and how Optimus would never have allowed it...

The revelation is not much of one to him, though the shock of how close Optimus came to joining the AllSpark still manages to rattle him. Pondering, thinking things over, Ratchet recalls how Alpha Trion always favored Orion Pax during his days as an Archivist. Granted, he'd never known the old 'Bot that well - he'd had his servos busy with medical studies, duties, and keeping tabs on the new medicines and procedures that were constantly flowing through Iacon, and so had rarely had the time to spare getting to know the head Archivist.

And yet he should have seen the signs. That Alpha Trion didn't share with just anyone how he petitioned Halogen to speak on Orion's behalf for Primehood, or how Smokescreen was surely an exceptional cadet to warrant the rank of bodyguard to Alpha Trion. And, although the two are as different as night and day, Ratchet has steadily become aware of the shared stubbornness between his old friend and the future Prime. How neither of them can stand letting an injustice happen to a friend, and how they both take the responsibility of a wrong, with Optimus and Smokescreen each possessing the habit of taking even more of the blame than is called for.

Ratchet says nothing terse, barely anything. He refuses to treat Smokescreen with anything that could come across as reverence, for Bulkhead and Bumblebee's new behaviors are already disturbing him, no matter the well-meaning behind them.

But, he can soften his temper. And, in the late night, offer him some consolation over his future duties.

Ratchet's acted as a source of relief for one Prime. He can do the same for the one who comes after his friend.

Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus knows better than to question the Matrix of Leadership, or Optimus' decisions. However, that doesn't stop his mind from questioning some of the recklessness he's seen attached to Smokescreen's file while on Earth.

That said, he has witnessed how certain aspects of Smokescreen's... adaptability, has proven useful on the battlefield. Moreover, the Elite Guardsman has an impressive record on both worlds, even though it is marked with breaks of protocol and regulation.

As much as it pains him to admit it, Ultra Magnus knows that such behavior can be beneficial to an army. Perhaps even to an entire race.

Therefore, Ultra Magnus feels it is his duty to attempt to guide Smokescreen's path. Their differing approaches will inevitably lead to Magnus having to stand back and allow Optimus to advise him, but if Smokescreen needs anything, Magnus will be the first to come to his future Prime's aid.

Wheeljack

On the one hand, Wheeljack's impressed. Kid must have potential to be tapped like that.

On the other, he's glad Smokescreen missed out. Otherwise, he'd have been boring by the time Wheeljack got to know him.

In all seriousness though, Wheeljack can't help but be proud of Smokescreen. He's not showy about it, but the kid's earned his place as an Autobot, an Elite Guardsman, and even as an honorary Wrecker in his optics. Getting a record like that in such a short span of time is no easy feat.

By chance or deliberation, Wheeljack becomes the second Autobot to treat him for who he is and what he can be. If the others begin getting sharp with Smokey or frustrated by him, Wheeljack's the first to fire off a casual yet pointed comment that reminds the others of Smokescreen's place among them. If it gets really tense, he borderline leaps to his defense by pointing out sarcastically, "I don't see you treating Prime that way. What makes his successor any different?"

The nonchalant, yet loyal attitude Wheeljack displays more than endears him to Smokescreen, and in short order the future Prime sees him as a second or third mentor.

Wheeljack would joke about the wisdom of that decision, but somebody's gotta look after the kid and treat him normally. May as well be him.

And somehow, it all feels right.

For @kzele - I hope I delivered!

[jxxbtx]

Characters : Nagi, Reo

Warnings : Reader is an obsessive, idiotic, impulsive, piece of shit. Nagi is a blunt asshole, Slight angst, light teasing, Suggestive and very weird. (No smut)

Plot : [15.4k words]

Reader takes an interest in Seishiro Nagi and accidentally falls too deep for him.

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Not proofread + too much plot

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There's something weirdly alluring about Seishiro Nagi that you've always wanted to experience for yourself..

Even the Mikage heir took keen intrest in the boy, just for a more innocent cause than what you had in mind for him

He was the perfect victim really, one of those little game obsessed freaks stuck to their device 24/7 probably addicted to online.. comics and whatnot.

But you don't know exactly how to thread with the Mikage always hovering around the boy,

Another worry was that he somehow managed to always secure second place academic-wise

Hence maybe he would have the smarts to avoid and possibly question your motives hence foiling your plan entirely

But then again.. he still is a man, no?

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To be honest progress was slow. Like pathetically slow.

The only place you could catch him alone is at the arcade when the hier finally leaves him alone to do whatever rich people do in their free time

But the brat seems more interested in the game than your small talk, only glancing at you unamused when you fail miserably at one of the online games

"Wow you suck"

Great. Those are the first words he'd muttered to you and yet you already want to smack his deadpan face with the controller you're holding

"Well maybe you could coach me..? You come here often?" You hum out sweetly, trying not to let the malice you feel slip into your voice

He just stares at the dead character on your screen

"I'm always here after practice" he says bluntly, not acknowledging your attempt to try spend time with him

"Why are you here?" He asks immediately after

You pause tilting your head "Why can't I be? Just spotted a classmate and came over to say my hello" you say as innocently as you could

He looks unamused possibly contemplating how to get out this interaction

"You've never talked to me before" he pointed out lazily dragging his finger up in a rude point

"Well that's cause of your hawk of a friend" you grumble out

He seems to smooth out a bit at the mention of Reo and internally you're panicking like- you hadn't considered the possibility that this guy might just be into men??

"Oh yeah he's just everywhere isn't he" he says blanking out in the game after and you're left with your thoughts

This may be the most embarassing attempt that you're ever gonna acknowledge

You would have given up if not for the fact that his eyes betray him darting just low enough under your uniform shirt for it to have not been an accident

Not missing a beat he lazily dragged himself off the chair and left the arcade

Guess he has the instincts of a man after all

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You figured out where the hier kept dragging the poor guy after classes, to play soccer of all things

And you're confused to say the least.. ok.. he does touch grass.. very often by the looks of it- you think watching him flop onto the grass limbless while Mikage chides him but happily hands him a bottle of water regardless

Nagi chugs it down before face planting again

You're slightly amused by the sight as you sit down by the bleachers fitting right in with the Mikage's fangirls

He glances up making some comment on the absurd amount of girls cheering on the Mikage name before he squints and your breath catches when his gaze lands on you

He blinks lazily before looking up at the Mikage

"Ne Reo? Do you know them all..?" He drawls out confusedly

Reo looks a bit surprised at the sudden interest in women of all things before grinning

"Why? Anyone strike you fancy?" He teased before looking up and waving charmingly

Nagi's brows furrow

"Huh.. no sounds like too much thinking.." He grumbles giving up on the topic entirely

The Mikage laughs unperturbed by the mess of a man he calls his best friend and the sound of loud confessions from the bleachers

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So gaining his attention was not an easy feat you realised

Those few seconds glancing at your chest and him picking you out from the ground were the only instances

You tried approaching him at the arcade again but he found means to avoid you by inviting Mikage along while the latter was simply delighted Nagi wanted to spend time with him

You're pathetic. You realise slumped on the nearby poker table straining your ears to hear the topic of their conversation especially when you heard your name come up as a lazy drawl from your little target's lips

"(Name)? She's really pretty isn't she?" The Mikage teases elbowing Nagi who's nose scrunches in a way you find absolutely adorable

"I guess.." he grumbles focusing back on surpassing his high score

Mikage hums pleased on getting a reaction from him before crossing his arms in thought

"I don't think you'd make a good match tho, she's the type to never settle y'know?" He mumbled glancing at Nagi for any sign

"Why would anyone want that.." he grumbles geniunly confused

Mikage sighs patting the boy's back

"That's just how some people are- chasing the fire never wanting that feeling to stop.. the complete opposite of you really" He snorts slapping his back which caused Nagi to let out a soft ouch

"Sounds like a hassle.. you're like that too right?" He asks glancing up at Mikage who paused to hear him out

"Winning the world cup.. that's your 'fire' isn't it?"

Mikage blinks before laughing softly

"That's just a parallel.. but I guess I didn't settle either for my old man's wishes" he snorts ruffling Nagi's hair

"I think that's the most thinking I've heard you voice out loud, you sure you're not sick or something?"

Nagi huffs swatting the boy's hand away

"No..?"

The Mikage just crosses his arms

"So it all originated from talking about (name) huh.. I think I've seen her at our games, you could definitely make a move..!" He grins already thinking up a few scenarios

"Shut up Reo, too much of a hassle.. my energy's depleted, I wanna go home" he complains immediately getting up- much to the amusement of Reo who follows behind with teasing suggestions

Meanwhile you're stuck facefist against the poker table blushing furiously, quietly repeating in your head the way he said your name and Mikage's little delusions which you now considered your own

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The sky is blue.. you realise lying in the middle of the school's football ground- much to the amusement of the football team Reo had hazardously gotten together

The main attractions were nowhere in sight though, and you were internally debating how to get yourself out of this situation

If only you had Nagi's aptitude of.. not giving a single fuck about social cues

Become one with the ground..

There was so much you could think about while not thinking of anything in particular..

Perhaps you've now had a peak into the world from the perspective of Seishiro Nagi

Now how do you get out of here exactly again? It's not like you had a Reo in your life to.. drag you away from anything and everything

But that's besides the point-

You might have gotten lice in your hair

You might have embarrassed yourself sitting up with tussled hair

You might have lost your dignity trying to  convince Mikage that you weren't drunk or high

But you think it might have all been worth it when Nagi sent you an approving thumbs up brightening your mood by commenting that it was a 10/10 slumber location

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You've made it a routine to show up at each of their games and practices even receiving an acknowledging wave from Reo and a glance from Nagi occasionally after he scores a goal

You'd think you wormed your way into their little bubble with the short chats with Reo and the short hums and quips from Nagi whenever you talk something of his interest

But honest to god you've always wanted more. Every single achievement in your life is linked to your hunger for everything

You're hopeful that maybe you hold a place in his life by now, someone to impress? Help keep his andrenaline pumping during the game?

You didn't know and that gnawed at you

Then again it's not like you would go up to the boy and demand to know what was the status of your relationship with him

Especially when you just know the word 'friends' would come out his mouth and make you lament in your room for atleast a fortnight

You've forgotten all the desire you've chased in men, the only name worth remembering being Seishiro Nagi.

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You think you've failed yourself. The object of your affections is now absent from your routine life and you don't know how to deal with it as of yet

The minute you heard from a teacher about them accepting to go to some soccer training program you were happy to see the advancement in their career you really were..

When you went home, you spent an embrassingly long time researching about the place and had a near moment of thinking to sue them in a distress when you realised they would be locked up in there for an extended period of time

But that's selfish, you're sure atleast Reo would make best use of the opportunity

Your world needs to find a new axis cause Seishiro Nagi is currently under lockdown

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Life moves on and you're sure you could move on even with an unfinished project even if it ached with each reminder

Life moves on and you know it like none other, not a single picture of him nor anything of his to bring you comfort

Just the void of his existence and the absence of his presence

You've stolen his desk spot, it's obsession you think but you're not hurting anyone so you don't confide in anyone

Cause Life moves on and so do you, rather reluctantly but with progress

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Your breath hitches each time he even held the ball in his possession, you swore your soul almost left your body when he scored a badass goal on live television

The first goal even- for the bluelock team

Before Nagi you weren't sure you would ever be interested in sports but with some light knowlege dumps from Reo and your own reading you have a good preview of what's going on

You might have squealed when you watched the interaction between Nagi and Reo on screen after Reo was subbed in and was able to get the ball to the frontlines again with a juggling pass that held a similar form to Nagi you realise

It ended too soon for your liking.. you would have sold your soul to witness this from the stands but life moved on.. you thought you did too.. but then pans a scene of Nagi.. smiling in the locker rooms after the match

What did this lazy fucker even do to make your heartbeats spell out his name.

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They have a two weeks off after the match to recuperate.. you catch glimpses of them but can never find it in yourself to approach even with the friendly smiles you'd receive from Reo and the occasional curious looks from Nagi

You gave up the seat without much trouble..

And received a pity fry from him (how and when did he sneak that in) when he caught you pouting from the lack of ventilation in the classroom

It was almost normal you could say.. your two favourite classmates and your friendly interactions with them..

Right.

Then they disappear again and you don't have the energy to search up news about blue lock again.. Andd you've started to sound like Nagi

You do however sit and rewatch the Japn U-20 vs Bluelock an absence amount of times..

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Life moves on.

You're almost proud of yourself for not succumbing back to the Nagi hole after a miracle goal of his went viral on social media

He's doing good.. that's great to hear

Life moves on.

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You find Nagi.. alone.. and that's really concerning cause firstly there's no Mikage Reo in sight and second you didn't hear any news of a break

So why is he here.. and.. sleeping(?) in what you claimed as your desk again after he left

You almost don't want to disturb him.. he looks so serene, untouchable in the light of the window

But everything feels so wrong at the moment that you just know you can't leave him untill your questions are answered

"Nagi.." you mumble cautiously sitting in the chair beside him trying to see if he were in a deep sleep or just dozed off

He's neither rather he flinches.. it isn't violent just an instinctive reaction but it puts you on edge, he remains quiet.. and you remain present

There's an ache in your chest when you catch a glimpse of his expression, just full of self-pity and realisation.. you feel your heart drop down to your stomach

He cries into his sleeves, messy- like a child would all snot-nosed with slight hiccups

You rub circles into his back, that's what Reo would've done you think..

But you aren't anything like Reo really.. all you want to do at the moment is kiss away his tears

He looks up at you finally, glassy eyed and you couldn't help but find him pretty

"What did you do when your fire become too out of reach.." he asks, voice raspy but audible

You blink having a slight reminder of the conversation you overheard.. it seemed so long ago now..

"I.. I tried to bury the memory of it down.. tried to convince myself that life moved on.." you mumble deciding to stare at the tears on his desk that were starting to evaporate

He looked at you like he knew something

"It didn't work out.." He states bluntly, referring to himself or your situation.. you aren't sure

"Yeah.." you mumble searching for his gaze again

He stares back at you blankly not bothering to wipe his tears nor the dried up streaks

"I couldn't die when I needed to.." he breathes out like you'd understand what he meant

You didn't.

"I attained satisfaction and it ruined me.."

Your breath hitched, what was he even talking about..?

He slumps back into his desk and you let your hand fall back to your side

"You're my fire.." you murmur out quietly

He looks at you like he's trying to place a connection

"I don't want to find another fire.. I don't want the hunger I have to extinguish" you whisper, the words coming out a plead more than anything

Something seems to click in him, you're not sure but he doesn't question you, doesn't ask for elaboration just nods in acceptance closes the blinds and looks at you in the eye

"Then I won't let it die.."

You blink

"There's a goal and a fire right..?" He mumbles patiently trying to explain his thought process

"I'm your goal.." he corrects "Whatever you want from me is your fire"

Your lip twitches and you huff gently finding solace in the moment to spell it out to him

"You do have some idea of what I want from you, yes?" You ask slowly

He blinks slowly at you

"Aren't you supposed to tell me that?"

You exhale holding his gaze "I want everything you can offer me and more"

He blinks rapidly "You make it sound like I'm making a soul-binding contract with the devil"

You pause not expecting that as a response "Too dramatic for you?"

He huffs narrowing his eyes at you "Everything's dramatic to me."

You roll your eyes standing up and fisting his collar while he looks up at you confused

"Hey hey.. I'm a pacifist.." he grumbles raising his arms up in surrender

You snort slowly shimmying to sit on his lap not letting go of his collar yet

He frowns awkwardly holding your hips

"I'm not gonna ask what happened in blue lock- I'm not gonna ask how Reo is, and I'm not gonna ask what you're gonna chase after now.." you mumble holding his gaze to get the point across

His eyes seem to dim exponentially and you're almost sure you said something wrong but then he drags you just a little closer by the hips

"Mm.. I'm listening now.." he says simply

Your breath hitches cause good lord- he just did that

"You.."  cupping his chin and gently tilting his head up, you couldn't help but observe him.. your gaze followed the dried stain and how it fell at the curve of his jaw

He blinks up at you, curiously tilting his head- clearly having no clue what was going on inside your head at the moment

Unable to help it, you lean in.. kissing the soft skin of his cheek, using your thumb to smooth over the stain- lightly darting your tongue out to rid of what remained..

He sits there slightly dumbfounded yet not moving out your hold, just raising a hand up to wipe away the saliva

"You're weird.." he mumbles

You hum, tracing the line of his jaw with your index "You're one to talk, genius.."

He blinks up at you mildly perturbed wanting to understand what you meant by the action

"Did it taste.. good..?"

You just look at him, cause who asks that??

"Slightly salty I guess.." you murmur

He nods like that's expected

"Tears usually are.."

You smile cause what was this man thinking at a time like this, his thumbs loosely press against your hipbones and you're all too aware of it

"I like the taste.." you say with a slight shrug trying to play it off

His nose scrunches at that

"Do you go around tasting people's tears..??"

You blink rapidly then rapidly shake your head "What. No- of course not, excuse me??"

He huffs like the question was the best possible thing he could've asked in the moment

"Weirdo.." he mumbles again poking your abdomen to which you pout and hit his shoulder back

"ow.. I'm getting too used to this abuse.. shamee.." he near whines dragging the word and holding his shoulder.. you just roll your eyes, crossing your arms unimpressed

"Drama queen much?"

"You aren't much better" he huffs mirroring your pose

And the moment is so lighthearted, that you laugh- not at all the quiet kind rather boisterous with you almost falling back from his lap if not for the desk

He stares, just stares then snorts like some kind of understanding went through him

"Don't you dare call me a weirdo-!" You choke out using the edges of the desk as support for your upper-body

He hums in thought shifting lazily

"Too much of a hassle, I'd think you'd have gotten the point by now.." he grumbles leaning back in his chair deciding not to help

You scoffed at his response like he couldn't get any more infuriating

"Are you sure you're the same guy who was crying snot-nosed a few seconds ago..?" You demand glancing up at him, just in case you managed to cross a line

The atmosphere dies a bit but he lightens it by humming gently in thought

"I don't think it's the end.. If I want to, I'll manage to find a way to go back.." he mumbles frowning at the amount of thinking that might account to

You pause tilting your head, still slumped against his desk "Why don't you take the backdoor?" You mildly joke

He blinks "Hah, like a ghost?

You blink back "I meant it more along the lines of a burgler"

"I don't that that'd fit my vibe, too much work.." he mumbles and you have no idea how Reo puts up with him at this point.

"A ghost would be pretty cool though.." he mumbles actually considering it

You laugh deciding to indulge him "Yeah? Like you died too late and now you've come to haunt them with unfinished business?"

His lip quirks up and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen "Huh yeah I like the sound of that.." he paused "makes me sound badass.."

He looks up at you, an unexplainable warmth in his eyes before he bluntly grunts

"Ok get off me, you're heavy"

"Too much of a hassle.." you huff out unwilling to move

"Hey.. that's not fair.." he grumbles

"Too bad I'm comfy"

There's a comfortable silence before he slumps back acceptingly

"Fine.."

And for now.. that was enough for you.

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Original work by Kraken, 2025. Please do not repost without credit

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A/N:

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This was honestly such a word blurt, had honestly no idea what direction I was going with this one

Only realised smut was a huge pain in the ass halfway though writing it when all the themes were already set

Enjoyed writing it tho- nobody question the tear thing please.

Thank you for bracing yourself through reading this- and listen to the song, it's hot. And the inspo for this fic

------GIRLS-ON-THE-INTERNET------->

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Hey Jenny!!! Happy to see you on my dash again. I have a few (irrelevant) questions for you, so I hope you don't mind:

What stupid way did Harriet die?

What happened to Jamie King?

Why is Joe in a wheelchair?

Where have Mattie and Amy gone?

What happened to Elliot 2.0?

Is April still missing?

Are Rhonda, Laurel, Nicola, Jimmy, and Vanessa still around?

When did Mack & Charity marry?

Where is that new cafe place and when did that happen?

I think I've thought of everything for now. Thaaaanks xxx

Hello!

Alright let's see...buckle up...this is a lot.

So I couldn't quite remember how it all happened so I went back and watched the scene and god it's worse than I remembered. Haha. So Harriet, Kim and Will were in some kind of love triangle but it was Kim and Will's wedding day but then the storm happens and I think they were all out looking for Amelia cause she was in labor. I didn't rewatch that much of it. But Harriet's on a quad bike and a tree falls randomly in her path and she swerves off the path and falls and then the wind lifts the quad bike into the air and it ends up crushing her. But then Kim finds her (she's out on horseback) and she drags her to safety but then Kim is going to go for help but her horse runs off and we get a very convincing "NOOOOO" from Kim and then I think the quad bike is struck by lightning, hard to tell, and the explosion is what kills Harriet. It's so silly. And then her funeral was off screen because her death was upstaged by Faith and Liv's.

I assume you mean Jamie Tate. And umm...gosh this is testing my memory. So he definitely went off the rails. He and Gabby had a two second thing that resulted in Thomas. He wasn't interested in her at all and was going after Dawn instead. He was fighting with Kim a lot over not wanting to be involved with the baby. He was poisoning her whiskey, which is just what every home farm scheme involves apparently and then she found out and faked her death and then later to get out of eloping with Gabby, he drove off and crashed his car and faked his own death and then Andrea was killed by Meena and we saw he'd been living with Andrea's mom and that's how he got Millie back from Kim but then he ended up pushing Andrea's mom down the stairs and leaving Millie behind and going on the run. I don't remember why exactly. I think they were onto the fact that he was alive. Joe apparently made friends with him off screen but I guess he didn't try and steal his kidney?? Haha

Joe is in a wheelchair because everyone found out he was a kidney thief and accidentally got three people killed in the limo crash and said mean things to a 9 year old so he got pushed out a window. Turns out it was by Dawn who he was having an affair with and because he's still in love with her for reasons unknown, he told the police he slipped and fell and so it was a whole lot of pointlessness for nothing. But now he has a shattered pelvis.

So...this one I'm still bitter about. Matty and Amy got married and were barely on screen as usual but then they were about to give them a potential adoption story when they decided to kill Amy off in the limo crash. Matty got like two episodes of grieving before he was unceremoniously shoved off screen again. Also Amy saw Nate's body in the lake and tried to tell Matty but couldn't quite explain enough and then she died. So...who knows what the purpose of that was other than the audience finding out Nate was in the lake all the way back in february.

I assume you mean Ellis and not Elliot, Jimmy and Nicola's kid, who still barely exists. Umm...so he was mostly a really boring version of Ellis and then there was the whole incident with Matthew and Isobel on set where allegedly he reported them for mimicking an accent but Matthew finally got to speak about it and said they were reenacting a scene from a film. I don't know but Aaron Anthony quit and left before they came back following their suspension while an investigation had been conducted. It was a whole thing.

April is not still missing. I never watched the actual episode but she was apparently just arbitrarily living on the street for however long she was gone cause she'd gotten herself pregnant and was afraid to tell her parents, which is silly cause I'm sure they would have been there for her. But she had the baby on the streets and it was stillborn. And then she got found? Not totally sure but now she's kind of had a personality transplant and she's constantly angry at Marlon for not trusting her.

Rhona, Laurel, Nicola, Jimmy and Vanessa are still around. Rhona is with Marlon. They got married a couple years ago after Marlon had his stroke. They have a new baby named Ivy that is Rhona's biologically because her ex husband stole her eggs/embryos and implanted them in his new wife who then of course died during childbirth. I largely avoided watching this travesty and now the baby is locked tightly in the kiddie cupboard so I don't know what the point of it all was. Nicola and Jimmy are still together. Jimmy's barely been on screen this year, which is sad. Nicola owns part of the cafe and the B&B. I really don't know what happened to the haulage. My viewership has some gaps. Laurel barely exists right now. She and Jai sadly broke up over dumb things. Last we saw of her, she thought she'd killed Anthony because she had hit him over the head and then he disappeared cause Aaron beat him up and Ruby killed him. Vanessa was mostly dating Suzy off screen and being pretty irrelevant until they killed Suzy in the limo crash and revealed she's secretly been in love with Mary, Rhona's mum. And then she yelled about that for too long. Now she's being Sarah's confidant in her ivf story.

Mack and Charity got married around April 2023 in the middle of their own hell plot but worse. Basically, Charity got pregnant and Mack was like "keep the baby I've decided i really want kids now" and then she lost the baby and Mack was like "try again now!" and she didn't want to so they argued, broke up and he slept with Chloe (who was Sarah's heart donor's sister...her backstory is wild, she's also Kerry's secret daughter). So of course Chloe got pregnant. Mack didn't tell Charity, they got back together, at one point pregnant Chloe was living with them because Charity took pity on her. Everyone came out terribly in this story. They got married while she was giving birth. Then Charity found out and kicked Mack out and he ended up living with Chloe and trying to date her so they could be a little family with Reuben. It was terrible. Then the three of them got into a ridiculous car crash and Mack saved Charity first. So he and Chloe ended their farce and Mack and Charity got back together eventually and Chloe eventually left with Reuben and now Mack never sees his kid and he and Charity barely interact. It's very silly.

The new cafe is called the Hide. It's part of the HOP (Hawksford Outdoor Pursuits), which is a company that Kim started after the Sharma Sweets factory went out of business. It's the dumbest business though because other than Kayak boy once upon a time, we never see anyone work there other than at the cafe that they treat like some kind of fine dining establishment, which is also ridiculous. I think Gabby technically owns it now. Vic works there and so does Matty and Laurel is the manager I think.

[fomfarms]

the real question is….. is march a virgin?

Oooooo that's a far more interesting one!

I'm gonna say yeah cause I can't imagine he's ever really been outside of Mistria, and even with the townspeople who left before the start of the game, I can't imagine he was much friendlier with them than with the ones still here.

And I doubt he'd actually be able to fully hide a crush if he was down bad so like--

Yeah idk I don't think he'd ever gotten close enough to someone for sex to even be on the table.

And if he had, with how slow he is to warm up in the first place, I feel like he'd be just as resistant to let go.

If he had an ex, I doubt he'd ever fully get over it, even if he was the one to end things. (Also I feel like you'd have to really fuck things up for HIM to call it quits once he's committed to dating you) I feel like he's the dude who always looks at failed relationships like utter tragedies that he's still a bit sad and a little more bitter about.

I could MAYBE see Ryis and March being a thing, but honestly again, if they WERE a thing, then they would REMAIN a thing, or they wouldn't still be talking in the first place. (March would defo hold a grudge)

I think the only time March might've left Mistria is for blacksmithing competitions, and when/if he went to those his mind would FULLY be on winning. He's not here to date, he's not even here to make friends-- he's just here to WIN!

Also insert a I haven't lost my virginity cause I never lose joke lol

But yeah, no, unlike Eiland where there's maybe an arguement that it happened maybe at some point, March fully seems like a virgin to me.

At BEST I could maybe argue a one night stand with someone who inflated his ego after an away competition victory and maybe alcohol was involved which frankly I don't like picturing, but that's like---- that's the only way I COULD see it if I HAD to. (Or if he's dating Ryis, though honestly I don't think they are. Yet...) Though I could also see that play out as March not reading any signals at all, thinking he made a buddy in his happy drunk state and immediately peacing out HARD the moment he realized they were being friendlier than just friends.

That might actually be the only thing shocking enough to snap him out of his happy state while drunk-- someone trying to make a move on him. (At least if it's unwanted-- his crush giving him a little cheek kiss on the other hand... yeah he'd stay giddy there-- just a kiss though! ...and maybe a hug, but hugs are for everyone when March is drunk let's be real)

But yeah no, bold of anyone to assume he's ever gotten laid. He barely has A friend, let alone would have ever dated someone!

And I know you can have sex without dating, but let's be real, March wouldn't.

Too much intimacy, he needs some commitment and security before he'd ever be ready.

[majorasnightmare]

what is the worst thing Dirge has ever done post-amnesia (Bhaalist/Absolutist activities don't count)

OOOOOOOOO what a doozy!!

Dirge racks up QUITE the list of sins in his Bhaalist years but after the brain damage hes basically a boy scout thanks to Wyll and Karlachs influence! COMPARATIVELY.

Admittedly i'm still ironing out his End Of Questline Act 3 decisions (things like what to do with the vampire spawn, or Shadowheart's parents), so I'll stick to his Locked In Canon Decisions!!

We're also gonna exclude the things Dirge DIDN'T choose to do, like killing Alfira or punting a squirrel into a rock at mach fuck.

Act 1 has Dirge torturing Liam at Minthara's behest, an entirely selfish self-indulgent decision made spur of the moment to indulge his love of sadism and to impress a pretty girl 💜. He also lures the goblins to the grove to slaughter them en masse and then use the depleted defenses to sweep through the rest of the goblins outposts, but I guess thats only a dick move if your a goblin. He also robs the unconscious druid being kicked around by goblins, uses the headband as a key to sneak around the grove, and also loots whatever he can get his hands on because the druids pissed him off majorly. While the grove is recovering from fending off the goblins and Halsin is disciplining Kagha, Dirge also DOES steal their holy idol of Silvanus. And then steals it back from Mol (#Rude). He accidentally makes a bunch of tiefling kids cry when trying to be inspiring. He lets Sazza eat crossbow bolt. He steals that one mourning man's dowry at Waukeen's Rest. He DOES loot all the roasted dwarf corpse at the goblin camp and keeps it seperated from everyone else's food to use as his own rations. He tells the two Absolute Acoltyes next to True Soul Edwin to value their lives and flee from the owlbear before hunting them down at the goblin camp and reducing them to hamburger. You'd think he'd kill Gandrel too, but it turns out powdered ironvine is just as effective at repelling humanoid monsters as beastial ones 💔

Dirge makes a show of sympathizing with Glut's quest for vengeance before just as quickly deciding he likes Spaw more and turns it into mulch. He initially talks down the duergar at the beach before deciding the value of blenderizing them is more cost effective than maintaining some fascimile of an alliance. After finding our fro. Derryn that the Noblestalk can restore memories, instead of handing it over he splits it for himself and Shadowheart (lovingly bullying her into taking it), and leaves her with TWO losses, her braindead abusive husband still alive and kickin AND no noblestalk to take home. If we're going solely by the little red text indicator for theft, he does technically rob everything not glued down from the Zhent after proving himself reliable to them, exclusively so they don't pay as much mind to his comings and goings. At Grymforge he agrees to assist the Duergar mercenaries in collecting their fee from Nere's corpse, strongarms them into giving him half, and then after Nere is dead, immediately turning on the mercenaries to take the other half (AFTER getting them to agree the gnomes are freed).

At the Mountain Pass he gives Esther an owlbear egg instead of a Gith egg, specifically for the purpose of bullshitting a serious philosophical scientific venture by the Society of Brilliance because he wants the money but doesn't actually want to give them a real Gith egg because he doesn't respect them as an institution. He nonetheless talks the creche into handing the egg over to him anyways, and then slaughters Literally Everyone. Dirge initially goes to lightly spar the Githyanki youth refusing to fight to the death, but slips up on controlling his killing instincts and accidentally punctures the kids main aorta instead of simply stabbing to the left of it. He also vandalizes Vlaakiths portrait but we can and should all agree thats based, regardless of how angry Lae'zel gets.

Act 2 provides significantly fewer people and so Dirge is MUCH better behaved! That doesn't stop him from accidentally making Arabella cry by breaking the news about her parents probably more bluntly than he should've. He gets two Thorms to kill themselves and drinks a third to death, but how bad that is rly depends on your opinion regarding suicide baiting evil Undead. Theres also the lying and betraying you have to enact in Moonrise, since you position yourself as an agent of the Absolute, but that only counts if you consider Absolutists people. Dirge doesn't let Araj force Astarion to bite her but he DOES make everyone donate blood to get sick ass racism elixirs (nobody tell House Oblodra race realism isn't an actual science). He also partakes in good ol goblin murder and forces the unit in Ketheric's throne room to violently kill themselves but again: really only a dick move if your a goblin.

Take your pick on which one you want to consider the worst: my vote is making Arabella cry, personally

[prophvtics]

henry knew intimately how much ophelia valued the physical aspect of their relationship, it was why he had loosened up on the strict rules he'd placed on intimacy and decided that things like kissing and hugging could be appropriate when you were in love with someone, though that was as far as he was willing to stretch his tolerance. it wasn't easy, as pious as he was he still sometimes found his gaze falling to those shorts she insisted on wearing around the house, the ones that highlighted the bottom curve of her ass or those tiny little tops that seemed designed with torture of the male populous in mind. "but isn't... we can touch in ways that aren't sinful." that in itself was debatable but for the time being he clung to the claim tightly, after all, it was the only thing he had in defence of her pleas. however, it was ophelia's soul that was on the line and he took saving it incredibly seriously. he was steadfast in his promise to lead her back to god, doing whatever it took in order to get her on his side and if that meant climbing into the dirt and mud for a short while, then god would understand that his intentions were pure. his lack of movement did nothing to stop the growing warmth of his arousal begin to swell in his gut, the feeling of ophelia's wet cunt against his hand was impossible to ignore and made thinking logically almost impossible. "i-i don't know..." he turned to press his nose into her hair, like that would somehow ground him and bring back his ability to think but the smell of her shampoo only made him feel even more stupid, docile and needy like a shelter dog. "if i- maybe if i don't put anything i-inside..."

though henry wasn't completely oblivious to the world around him, she still believed she could sway him in her favor. if he was too gullible, there'd be no resistance for her to struggle against, and where was the fun in that? his beliefs were easy to debunk with a few logical fallacies, and yet he held steadfast, likely because admitting he was wrong would be admitting his whole life had been a fraud, and that was much too heavy to stomach. instead she'd need him to see that he could have the best of both worlds- of course god will still love him even if he sins a little, so long as he does so with genuine intentions. "but you don't... physical touch is my love language, baby, this is how i express my emotions," she explained with the most earnest of puppy dog eyes, practically daring him to contradict her claims. with a soft whine, she rolled her hips to try and grind herself against his hand, brows pinched together helplessly and her lips turning down in a pout. "we can pray together after... baby, please? i promise i'll take care of you. don't i always?" so far all she'd done is drag him down, risking whatever salvation he'd been hoping to achieve through a lifetime of devotion, but with the promise of being the one to save her soul dangled over his head, he'd be hard pressed to turn her away. with his complete inaction, ophelia chose to continue taking what she could get out of rubbing against his hand, leaning in to moan against his neck for dramatic effect.

[asavt]

leshy freaking cat

The fact that we all (or almost all) took one look at the yellow cat and went "yeah sure lets go with that" will never not be hilarious to me.

[whimzycle]

Old wayward au idea I used to have where Nightlight and Jack are twin nightlights that guard baby MIM.

Cuz I did not like the fact that Nightlight and Jack are the same person so I did this to cope ASDFGHJKLASJ

[sovonight]

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[my-thoughts-and-junk]

once again in my rickard and mortyanne era. if you couldn't tell