#but he can't quite bear to let you go completely either so he makes it as easy as possible for you to visit him whenever you choose

[chronosdawn]

Absolutely losing my mind over the thought of Wriothesley being like: "I don't want to keep you caged here, so instead I'll leave the door open and just hope you keep coming back."

[hitomisuzuya]

Cute Kabukimono can't finish without the reader, but the reader is busy with Scaramouche and the Wanderer, so Kabuimono is offended at us, but we will eventually pay more attention to him while he (like brothers) is watching this ^^" 🤍

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Kunikuzushi (Kabukimono) x fem!reader. Wanderer x fem!reader. Smut. Foursome. Masturbation. Scara receiving. Multiple creampie. Degrading praise. Soft!Dom Kuni

This was really fun to write😳 I still feel like collosal shit, so bear with me😭 I think the new strain of CoVid got me, JN something.

Poor Kunikuzushi wasn't handling the sight in front of him so well. His brothers are so greedy and mean. Wanderer was fucking into you from behind, making you muffle the sweetest, prettiest moans on Scaramouche's cock as he fucked into your throat.

Kunikuzushi hastily fisted his aching cock, letting out strained moans as he rutted into his hand, his eyes trained on the way your pussy was swallowing Wanderer's cock. He couldn't get off without you. Without thrusting his cock inside of you. Without your hand or your mouth on his cock. He is so devoted to you that only you could make him cum.

"Such an obedient slut, taking my cock so well while my brother ruins you," Scaramouche crooned, stroking a hand through your hair before pushing his cock into your throat.

Kunikuzushi shook with jealousy. You looked up at Scaramouche with watery eyes of such adoration. Though you looked at him the same way, it was with softer adoration. You'd always responded so well to the dominant aggression his brothers had with you. Dominant aggression that he didn't quite have.

To say Kunikuzushi has always been jealous of his brothers was an understatement. Though he often hide it well, his composure cracked in bed sometimes. Now was one of those times.

Scaramouche and Wanderer always got to cum inside of you in some way first, whether it in your holes or in your mouth, that's the way it's always been. He knew even if he tried to intervene, he would smacked away by either Scaramouche or Wanderer. Leaving him desperate and shaking until it was finally his turn.

It was bad enough that Wanderer decided to drag out indulging himself once he emptied his cock inside of you, fingering whatever cum that leaked out back inside of you. Your back arched in bliss, your hips rolling back into his fingers as drool pooled from the corners of your mouth, gagging slightly on Scaramouche's cock.

"You sound so fucking pathetic over there, brat," Scaramouche snapped shakily, holding your mouth down on his cock as it pulsed cum into your mouth. Kunikuzushi's eyes narrowed into a glare that Scaramouche completely missed, he looked away to watch you lick cum from the corner of your mouth after he took his cock out of it.

"He has always been the weaker one," Wanderer added, lightly smacking a hand across your ass. You mewled softly feeling the sting on now inflamed flesh, "It's no wonder you fold so easily in the face dominance," His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit for a few moments, smirking at you as you squirmed.

"You don't have to be so mean to Kuni," You managed to say in a shaky tone, rolling over onto your back exhausted. Scaramouche scoffed at your comment, and Wanderer simply smirked at it. He wasn't going to say anything more antagonizing. At your behest of course, and because he'd sensed the seething change in Kunikuzushi.

He was quite content to stroke his cock and enjoy the show that was about to unfold.

Kunikuzushi let go of his cock, and crawled over to you. His fingers caressed over your cheek before trapping your wrists above your head. You look so beautiful, all fucked out with cum spattered on your abused pussy. "They didn't let you cum, did they?" He crooned in a voice you'd never heard before, "My brothers are far too rough with you."

Scaramouche made the move that set Kunikuzushi off. Scaramouche was so greedy that he couldn't stand it if he wasn't making you squirm in some way. He moved to your side, leaning his head down to suck on one of your nipples.

His eyes widened when Kunikuzushi smacked him away. "You have had enough time. Back off," Kunikuzushi snapped, grinding his cock on your puffy pussy before thrusting inside.

Your cheeks flushed, a loud moan tearing from your throat. You'd never seen Kuni like this before. "K-Kuni!" You cried out, your gummy walls clamping tight on his cock as it kissed your sweet spot. Where was this exhilarating dominance coming from? It took your breath away, heated arousal pulsing on your pussy.

"You little! Who said I was finished?" Scaramouche bit back. He grit his teeth, his cock pulsing watching the way your pussy stretched on Kunikuzushi's cock. He glared at Wanderer when he put his hand on Scaramouche's shoulder.

Kunikuzushi however, has already tuned both of them out. He was focused solely on you now. "You just keep rocking your hips up just like that while I make you cum," He groaned, his hand tightening on your wrists. He carefully calculated his thrusts, making sure his cock head nudged firm into your sweet spot.

"Kuni! Kuni, please! I'm so close," You whimpered, and it sounded as heavenly to Kunikuzushi as your pussy felt finally enveloping his cock. You were begging him to make you cum, even with your body as you rocked your hips up obediently exactly like he'd asked.

"Go on, pretty," He purred, finding it hard not to go completely limp with pleasure from how good you felt. You had been filled with the same, tense and desperate need to cum as he had. "Cum on my cock like the obedient slut you were with my brothers," His hips snapped fluidly into yours, determined to feel you cream on his cock before he filled you full.

You couldn't help it, the dizzying pleasure of Kunikuzushi's cock thrusting inside of your already sensitive cunt, you were cumming suddenly. Kunikuzushi struggled to hold you still as you shook with pleasure, soaking in every lewd moan he pulled from you.

Knowing that he was the first to make you cum tonight, coupled with the warm, tight feeling of your cunt as it clenched was enough to make his cock empty inside of you. "Fuck, finally," He mumbled drunkenly, letting go of your wrists to nuzzle into your neck.

A little dominance, however soft his had been, really went a long way.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

A race for love p.1

Hii guys! I've had this idea on my mind for a while, and with today's exciting announcement of Franco joining F1, I couldn't think of a better moment to finally put it into words. On the flip side, my heart goes out to Logan. It's heartbreaking to see how he's been treated, and I truly wish him all the best moving forward.

Barcelona June of 2023

When people find out you're Zak Brown's daughter, they automatically assume your life is filled with glitz and glamour. They think you're friends with all the drivers, jet-setting to every race, and living a perfect life surrounded by the thrill of Formula 1. From the outside, it seems like you've got it all — but the reality is a lot different.

You can't really complain, but your life is far from perfect. Most of the time, you don’t even see your dad because he’s constantly travelling with the team. The rare moments you do get to see him are usually fleeting, sandwiched between his hectic schedule. You’d love to go to more races, but this year you had to focus on finishing high school with the best grades possible. Getting into aerospace engineering was your dream, and it demanded every ounce of your attention and effort.

And then there are the misconceptions about your social life. People assume you have a wide circle of friends, thanks to your dad’s connections, but the truth is quite the opposite. You have a small group of close friends, and that’s more than enough for you. You're naturally shy and have learned to be cautious about who you let into your life. Trust doesn’t come easily when you constantly worry that people might want to get close to you just to get a taste of the paddock lifestyle. It's a burden you've had to carry, learning to guard your heart and keep your circle tight.

Now that you’ve graduated from high school, a weight lifts off your shoulders. Your hard work has paid off, and you finally have the chance to reconnect with your dad and spend some time in the world that has always been on the periphery of your life. As you arrive at the paddock to visit him and the McLaren team, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbles up inside you. The hum of engines and the bustling energy are both familiar and foreign, and you find yourself wondering what this day will bring. With each step, you try to steady your breath, eager for what’s to come.

You’re so wrapped up in your own world that you don’t notice the boy on the scooter coming straight toward you.

Before you can react, there’s a sudden jolt as he bumps into you, knocking you off balance. You stumble slightly, but neither of you falls, just barely managing to steady yourself as you blink in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the boy says quickly, hopping off his scooter and reaching out a hand. “Are you okay?”

You’re too stunned to reply immediately. Your heart races, more from shock than from the slight impact. As you regain your bearings, you finally look at him. He’s about your age, with tousled brown hair that falls slightly over his forehead and warm brown eyes that are looking at you with genuine concern. He’s wearing a bright red uniform that you recognize as belonging to either Prema Racing or Ferrari’s junior program, but you don’t recognize him as a Formula 1 driver.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you manage to say awkwardly, your voice a little shaky. “I was just… distracted.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, a smile breaking through his worried expression. “Good, I was worried I’d completely knocked you over. You were kind of in a world of your own there.”

You feel your cheeks heat up a bit. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m just… overwhelmed by everything here.”

He chuckles softly, his eyes still studying you with curiosity. “I get it. It can be a lot, especially if you’re not used to it. Are you here for the race?”

You nod, trying to find your words as his gaze makes you feel even more flustered. “Sort of. I’m visiting my dad, actually. He works with McLaren.”

His eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, and a look of realization crosses his face. “Ah, that’s cool! McLaren’s got a great setup here.”

You nod again, feeling a bit more self-conscious under his friendly but inquisitive gaze. “Yeah, they do. I’m just here to see him and, you know, check out the paddock.”

“Well, welcome to the chaos!” he says, flashing you a quick grin. “I’m really sorry again about almost running you over. I’ve got to get going, but maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you say, still feeling a bit flustered but starting to relax as his easygoing nature puts you at ease.

With a quick wave, he jumps back on his scooter and speeds off, disappearing into the crowd. You watch him go, a small smile tugging at your lips as you shake your head, still a bit dazed by the encounter. The day is already turning out to be more interesting than you expected.

As the weekend goes by, you have an amazing time with your dad, the engineers, and the drivers, Lando and Oscar. It’s everything you could have wished for: laughter, excitement, and a glimpse into the world you’ve always been curious about. The hours fly by as you get to see behind the scenes, experience the high energy of the pit lane, and even share some inside jokes with the team. Yet, in the back of your mind, you can’t help but think about the boy you met on the first day — the one with the warm smile and the kind eyes.

By the last day of the race weekend, you realize you’re still thinking about him. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you decide to sneak out of the F1 paddock and venture into the F2 and F3 paddocks in search of the boy. It proves to be more challenging than you anticipated; the paddocks are bustling with activity, and you have no idea who he is or even which team he’s with.

As you wander around, you stop here and there to watch the cars and people working. The atmosphere is different from the F1 paddock — more relaxed, but still full of intensity and focus. One car, in particular, catches your eye. It’s a sleek F3 car with bold graphics, and you find yourself drawn to it. You step a little closer, noticing the intricate details on the bodywork and the way the team is adjusting the front wing. You’ve always been interested in engineering, and seeing the mechanics in action up close fascinates you.

You’re so engrossed that you don’t notice when someone approaches from behind.

“Hey there,” a voice says, startling you. You jump slightly and spin around, your heart racing as you come face-to-face with another boy, about your age. He has dark hair and bright eyes, and he’s grinning at you with a playful expression.

“Oh! I—uh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, suddenly feeling nervous. “I didn’t mean to— I wasn’t doing anything, I promise!”

He laughs, holding up his hands as if to calm you down. “Whoa, it’s okay! You’re not in trouble. Just surprised to see someone so interested in my car.”

You blink, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Oh, this is your car?”

“Yep, my pride and joy,” he says with a wink. “Franco Colapinto, at your service. I drive for MP Motorsport in F3.” He leans against the car casually, still smiling at you.

You can’t help but smile back, his easygoing nature putting you at ease. “I’m sorry, I just— I didn’t mean to stare or anything. I’m just really interested in how these cars work. They’re amazing.”

“Don’t apologize,” Franco says, his tone light and teasing. “I think it’s great. Most people just walk by and don’t even notice the cars unless they’re on track. It’s nice to see someone appreciate them up close.”

You nod, feeling a little more confident now. “Yeah, I guess I just got caught up in it all. I’m visiting with my dad, and I thought I’d take a look around.”

“Glad you did,” he replies, giving you a playful nudge. “So, what brings you over to the F3 side? Looking for anyone in particular?”

You hesitate, not wanting to seem too eager, but his friendly demeanor encourages you to open up a bit. “Actually, I met someone on the first day. A boy on a scooter. I don’t know his name or what team he’s with, but I thought maybe I’d see him again.”

Franco raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “A boy on a scooter, huh? I’m not sure who you’re looking for, but I hope you find him.”

“Thanks,” you say softly, feeling a bit shy under his teasing gaze. “It’s probably silly, I know.”

“Not at all,” he says, his tone warm. “It’s not every day you meet someone who leaves an impression. Besides, I think it’s kind of cute.”

You feel your cheeks heat up again, but you manage a smile. “Well, thanks. And thanks for not kicking me out for looking at your car.”

Franco laughs. “Hey, any time. It’s not every day someone appreciates my car as much as I do. Tell you what, if you ever want a tour, just let me know.”

“That sounds fun,” you say, genuinely intrigued. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

“I hope you do,” he says, and there’s something genuine in his voice that makes you feel a little flutter in your chest. “Hey, before you go, can I get your number? You know, just in case you need a guide around here or want to talk more about cars.”

You smile, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. “Sure, why not?” You take out your phone and exchange numbers, his fingers brushing yours slightly as he hands your phone back, making your heart skip a beat.

“Great,” he says with a grin. “I’ll text you later. Maybe I can help you find that mystery boy.”

“Maybe,” you reply with a laugh. “But I should get back to my dad before he starts wondering where I am.”

“Alright, but don’t be a stranger,” Franco says, giving you a friendly wave as you start to walk away.

“See you around, Franco,” you say, feeling lighter and happier than you have all weekend. As you make your way back to the F1 paddock, you can’t help but smile, your thoughts filled with the unexpected new friend you’ve just made.

[ohbo-ohno]

hey hey heyyy saw this and thought of youuu

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83xLH3c/

(completely sfw don't worry) but like, Imagine for one reason or another you desperately need to get married (maybe to qualify for your medieval grandpa's will) but no one wants you for whatever reason so you promptly go down to the gallows where this murderous ex Soldier was to be executed and you are just "he'll do" not aware that he comes as a package deal with his partner who didn't get caught 👀

are you. are you joking. oh my god

thinking about a woman who's got a terrible home life. i feel like either her parents want to marry her off to some guy who's like 80 or they treat her like a workhorse and are super abusive

and to her, quite literally Anything is better than the life she's stuck in. and for a woman in this time period the only real way to escape is to get married. and since no one will marry her (she's poor and everyone knows how her family is).... well there's really only one choice

she definitely proposes to soap, not ghost. the man getting dragged to the gallows is perfectly at ease - shoulders rolled back, easy smile on his lips, you would never think he's being led to his death. there's something in his over all demeanor that makes it almost easy to jump from the crowd and shout a proposal

he's excited, almost ferally so. he grabs your wrist and holds tight, doesn't let you get even a full armlength away from him. that's when you start to think maybe this was a mistake, but it's far too late now. he's also weirdly insistent about the two of you going to a very specific room in a very specific hotel (or whatever they used to be called)

you get a bit more scared every second that goes by, but you're well aware what a man expects on his wedding night - you grew up on a farm, you know how animals mate. it's scary, of course, but you know you'll have to bear it

except when you get to the room, he doesn't try and take you. you know he wants to - there's a tent in his pants that makes your face flame - and he keeps you flush against him. he sits at the table? you're in his lap. you try to go to the bathroom? he stays so close to you that you decide it's not worth the potential humiliation.

he talks your ear off the whole time - tells you how pretty you are, goes into frankly excessive detail about what he likes about every single part of you, tells you how he wants to "stuff you full", says things like "'m not so bad, kitty, know ye must be scared but i'll take care of ye, don't worry" and "just wait til he gets here, then we can get started" and no matter how much you ask who he is he refuses to tell you

he has his mouth pressed against you throat (switching between licking, biting, and talking about how he can't wait to see what's under your skirts) when the door opens, and you realize that you've truly made a mistake

the new man who walks in has to duck beneath the door frame, he's so massive. had he been the one walking to the gallows, you never, ever would have proposed. he's got to be twice the size of you, his face covered, the rest of him filthy and covered in dirt

(((if i had the energy i'd write dialogue here, but anon i am sleepy)))

soap would be soooooooo happy to present you to ghost, is literally drooling and beaming as he grabs you by the hips and hooks his chin over your shoulder, big hands stroking across your stomach and skirts as he says isn't she so pretty?

anyways. you're getting railed that night. hope you like being on the run with two criminals who have absolutely no intention of crossing over to the light side!!

(ghost fucks you first, bc soap needs to learn to be patient with his new toy, but he lets you suck his cock while he waits for his turn. when soap fucks you next, you're laying on ghost's stomach and he wipes away your pretty tears as johnny does his best to break your back. the next day johnny laughs when you're walking with a small limp, and ghost makes him apologize with his tongue <3)

[finniestoncrane]

HELLO FINNIE!! HELLOO FINNIEE!!!

We already talked a bit about this but, would you make some headcanons about how all the mercs from TF2 would hug and comfort someone having a bad awful day?? Please and thank so very very much LOVE YOU 🧡

TF2 Merc Headcanons thank you gus gus for asking me for my very personal and no doubt completely off-canon opinions on the boys!! i too needed some comfort and hugs from them omg u-u i'm also very much hoping that these work platonically and romantically!! ❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: comfort, hugs, cheering up attempts

scout

he struggles to take things seriously, younger brother in a sitcom ass

"there, there, it could always be worse... i guess, maybe... probably not though this is pretty bad"

a gentle pat on the shoulder, and then another, and then another, and then a relatively painful whack to see if the shock works

playful teasing that maybe makes things worse at first, but makes you giggle

and then when he takes it too far, gives you a reason to pummel him, which lets you release some of the anger!!

even with his often blunt and immature response, there's always a sense that he cares deeply

it's there in his embrace, a one armed side-hug that pulls you in close while he asks you in his softest tone

"hey, you wanna go play baseball or somethin'?"

pyro

hugging isn't actually his go to response, and it's not third or fourth on his list either

first of all, he's taking you outside to set fire to something

it's cathartic, and fun, and dangerous!! and FIREY

then he's trying all of the things that make him happy!!

you can play dolls with him? or have a tea party with his stuffies!

or maybe you just wanna lay on your tummy on the floor and do some colouring in

but if none of that cheers you up, and he can't destroy the thing/person that made you sad

then he'd wrap his rubbery little hands around you and bring you in for the biggest squeeze he can offer

sniper

pack it up fellas, it's time to head out on a "touch some grass (or sand)" nature trip to cure the blues

you get to sit up front in the van, obviously

not in the back where you're bouncing off the walls and ceilings

he'll stop at every service station to get you a fun beverage or a snack on the off chance that it will make you crack even a little smile

and then you'll be out there in the world, safe because he's standing directly beside you

he's surprisingly big on physical affection, so he'll have you in a side hug most of the time, just to keep you comforted

and before he lets you go off to your room, he'll get out of the van and give you the biggest hug

full body, very warm, very gentle, completely silent

heavy

the gentle energy in him is in itself, quite intense

likely because he has all of this stored up nurturing and soft encouragement and gentle adoration

but his sisters don't really need it (and let's face it they never did, he just over worried)

so if he has a reason to love and comfort, he's taking it

you'd barely even have to utter a little word of sadness and he'd be wrapped around you

maybe so tight that you might have to get your ribs checked at the emergency room

but the bear hug is worth it

it's warm, safe, comforting, everything that heavy is

and bonus: he can lift anything and anyone

so if you need to be cradled like a leetle behbeh to get some sleep or to work through the sadness, then he can do that!!

soldier

TURN YOUR FROWN UPSIDE DOWN SOLDIER!!

there's so much to be grateful for!! like freedom!! and honey!! and guns!! and america!!

but if none of that works, he's willing to put his shirt back on just long enough to let you nuzzle into his chest for a hug

and if you're very lucky, you might feel another large set of arms around you

because if soldier is hugging you, then zhanna is joining in

maybe with a menacing reminder to stay away from her man

but still with enough warmth that you're surrounded from both angles and left with a fuzzy feeling in your chest

and a little bit sweet and sticky too...

medic

a sensible shoulder pat is his first port of call, because he's usually elbow deep in some body cavity or other

and there's not much he can offer in the way of extensive comfort that doesn't involve you being covered in blood, or worse

but once he's cleaned up, he's all OVER you

you're just a little dove in need of some snuggles

a little soft coo in your ear while he holds you close

a gentle stroke with his large hands so he doesn't hurt you, keeping things light and gentle, not intense (as he usually is)

face smothered in his chest as he rocks you back and forth and sings a deeply concerning lullaby

and then, if none of that works, he'd let you root around in his pile of "dead bits" for something to carve up

it really does let out all of the tension and stress

engineer

oh no don't be sad, he can't engineer his way out of this one...

or can he... OH!! maybe what you need is some comfort, he can do that

just give him 16-20 hours and a large amount of sheet metal and screws

he can work something out, like a little machine that can pat your head at different intervals depending on your needs

or a set of arms that can hug you, as well as deploy turrets and toss grenades!!

but you still look sad... perhaps, while you're waiting on him to create the cure for your sadness

you'd like a little hug?

and honestly, who can hug better than a short king with thick arms? perfect height, perfect squeeze, sweet little honied words to make you smile

absolute love bug with a perfect remedy (eventually...)

demoman

"do you want to drown your sorrows like a horrible wee beastie?"

"or do you want me to come over there and cuddle ye like a wee bairn?"

you can choose one or the other, or both!! either way your soul is going to feel lighter and warmer by the time he's finished with you

and, realistically, you're gonna get hugged either way

once he's drunk enough he won't be able to stop himself from holding you so tight you can't breathe, smooshing your cheeks between his palms, and just generally loving all over you

"yer a bonnie wee thing, i wish you never had to pout they wee lips"

he's slurring his words, but they're all meant with the greatest of sincerity

and you can bet he'd be just as willing to do it all sober

spy

he's a man of few words when it comes to comfort

somehow, despite his confidence in every other area and his preparation for every scenario, this one escapes him

the risks are a lot greater, somehow, than anything else

because he feels like he has to cheer you up, he has to make you feel better

anything less is a failure in his mind

so if you come to him with wet, sad little eyes he won't say a word

a quick grab of you by the shoulders, bringing you in to his room

where he'll wrap a robe around you and make you a nice omelette

and feed it to you in manageable bites

and give you a little tiny peck on the cheek and a quick tap on the head

and then a hug that could be formal or very romantic, it's hard to ascertain the meaning behind it, but it gives you exactly what you need without revealing anything

[jasperhaleobsessed]

I have a rq!!

A platonic Emmett x friend!reader who he learns has the same last name he had when he was human (McCarty), and the same dimples as him.

Turns out, she’s like a great-great-great niece or smth and how they talk ab it n how he explains all the vampire stuff and they become besties!!

Notes: Sorry, I know this is really short compared to my other fics!! also thank you for your patience, I really appreciate it! But I hope you still like it! 💗

Warnings: None!

Emmett Cullen x platonic!reader!

"I can't believe you're my great, great, great niece! That's awesome!" You laughed showing your dimples.

Emmett smiled as well, "And you've got my dimples as well!"

You couldn't believe it either. You had a great, great, great uncle who happened to be a vampire. You'd never thought when you moved to Forks that you'd make a lot of friends let alone family. You still couldn't quite fathom the idea that he was a vampire. It was kind of crazy. You were still processing the information he had told you but you gladly welcomed him, with open arms. And he did as well. You'd met his family and for the most part they were welcoming as well.

They were sweethearts except for a few who were a little more closed off. But you didn't take it personally. You couldn't blame them. You couldn't help but feel emphatic of them as well. They were vampires who strived to be good and care for humans and the bloodlust must be difficult even after multiple decades. It seemed to be a difficult task and for that you wouldn't blame them or have any ill will towards them. You knew if you were a vampire you'd want somebody to be understanding of your predicament.

It warmed your heart knowing even after he couldn't be with his family he had grown up with he found a family and people who loved and cared for him. It was also delightful to know he found someone special in his after life or vampire life? You weren't sure how to refer to it but you were just happy for him that's all you know.

She hadn't been the most welcoming but you tried to not take it to heart or too personally. She seemed to care for Emmett quite a bit so you tried to think optimistically rather than negatively.

He then explained that they sparkle like diamonds. They freaking sparkle! You could barely believe it!

"Wait you sparkle like, like actual sparkles." He nodded. "Wow." You said mouth agape in shock.

Carlisle intervened, "Yes but you need to understand you cannot tell anyone about this or else our family could be endangered." You completely understood you wouldn't want to cause them problems especially to your own family. And to you it didn't make sense why you would tell anyone else this wasn't your secret to tell, it's not your business you're not going to go off and tell people.

"She won't, don't worry." Edward answered before you could say anything.

You were confused, "How do you know I won't?" He raised his brow, "I just mean you don't seem like someone who is very trusting of someone they just met."

"I'm not. I can read your mind." he said bluntly.

"What?" You asked. Emmett laughed at your expression. "Okay I wasn't expecting that." You said, surprised.

'I don't think anyone does, dear." Esme says warmly. "True." You said. You turned your wrist to look at the time, "Oh shoot look at the time, I have to go. It was amazing meeting you all, Thank You so much for having me."

"You're welcome." Esme and Carlisle said.

Esme gave you a warm smile while Carlisle shook your hand. Alice gave you the gentlest hug she could while being excited. While Jasper simply nodded. Edward didn't say much and Rosalie followed suite. But Emmett gave you a bear hug and twirled you around. You in that moment decided that he gave the best hugs in the world. You couldn't help but laugh and you thanked him, sweetly. A warm feeling spread in your chest as you left the Cullen household.

[oharabunny]

His Cheating Allegations

Description: Going off of my yandere!caretaker!Miguel idea, here's what I think of him in regards to him cheating.

Word Count: 798

Warning: mentions of sex, cheating Miguel, OOC!Miguel, obsession, delusion, not beta read, completely self indulgent fantasies of the author

He has a past of cheating, and he's not proud of it. But ever since he met you, he knew that he would move heaven and earth, the multiverse if you will, just for you. You are literally his whole universe.

He can't really look at other women (or anyone of any gender) the same anymore. Nobody quite compares to you.

You don't really see how because you're dysfunctional and useless to him. You wonder if he's seeing someone else in you.

He doesn't, because there aren't any variants of you across the multiverse.

But still, you think you're a dime a dozen as far as your personality and looks goes. And most people would agree with you.

Which is why it's a mystery how there are still some women that want to throw themselves at him even when he's busy ogling at you through his orange screens.

Maybe they thought they could compete with you.

(To you, they probably could. They'd be more intelligent, useful, witty, pretty, and hard working than you.)

What you and them don't know is that it is going to be a huge challenge to get him to cheat on you.

He's not necessarily infalliable, yes, he can fold, but under very certain circumstances.

Such as, if he was away from home for too long and cannot keep his pent up feelings to himself. He would need the other woman to face away from him, mask on, quiet, body shaped, and skin tone similiarly to yours in order to go through with it. He has to imagine you and your face in order to immerse himself with her.

Even then, it's still not the same and he knows, and realistically, he'll stop midway because it just won't feel as good.

On top of the fact he doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to give you a reason to leave him.

(He would keep it a secret to himself to the day he dies.)

Which is why he's even more reluctant to cheat on you even if he does find someone else attractive because he has to make sure they're completely clean. He can't risk giving you a disease. You're a fragile and helpless being where anything can kill you. (Well, that's just what he thinks.) Your health and wellbeing is above all else.

Plus, he doesn't really have the time to cheat. He's too invested in both you and keeping the balance of the multiverse. You think he has time to go looking around?

Even the most persistent homewreckers will eventually tire out from their attempt to break his gaze on you.

Even the desperate ones.

Here's a scenario:

Other Woman: Miguel~ I'd do anything for you. Please, just give me a chance! I don't even mind being your second wife if I have to.

Miguel: Then would you be able to bear the responsibilities of taking care of my "first" wife above yourself? You'll need to take care of our children too. Fill in for me whenever I'm not home to take care of her. You have to understand that I will always put her, our children, her pets, and her belongings before you. That also means if she doesn't want me to touch you, I won't. Also, if you and I have children, they won't be your children anymore.

Also Miguel: Wait, if I let you take care of her, she might like you more than me and leave me. Nah, fuck that, I don't want you getting in between us.

Other Woman: Okay damn! You psycho! 😥

I don't think he'd do well in a poly relationship like a triad or separate relationship either. In a triad, he'd be threatened by them taking you or even you preferring them slightly more than him in any way. He has to be your number one and only. Even if the dynamics were in his favor, he's so so into you that he's very biased to give all his attention to you since sex for him is about pleasuring you. He wouldn't be a good partner for the third person if they value his attention and care too (they'd be cucked and forgotten most of the time💀). He also doesn't have the time to keep up with other relationships.

Back to the idea of him cheating on you, another way to increase his chances of cheating on you is if you consistently reject his advances and feelings for you. He might do it out of spite and sexual frustration, but he wouldn't find any joy in it especially when he realizes you don't care and you just want to leave. He'd be busy trying to manipulate you into depending on him.

Either way.

He is a you simp through and through.

A/N: This is super self indulgent as you can tell. This will never be who Miguel is canonically nor is it super realistic, but wishful thinking yknow? 🤷‍♀️

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Petite and oftentimes calm mc that can fling them across the room if upset. With the 7 brothers

(Can you do a masc mc for this? I don't mind gn either)

Hi there, anon!

Okay I wrote their reactions to being flung across the room because I find that idea sooooo funny. I definitely had masc MC in mind when I wrote it, but I think it's hard to tell since I'm still using the you/yours pronouns and such. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Anyway, I quite enjoyed writing this! Thank you for the request!

Brothers react to being flung across the room by petite masc!MC.

Warnings: Well... the bros get thrown around a little bit, but nobody gets hurt lol

Lucifer

The first time you get upset enough to throw him, he’s so surprised he almost crashes into the wall. Almost. He just barely manages to catch himself by shifting into demon form and using his wings. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to react that way and he was not expecting you to have the strength to do something like that. Completely shocked.

When he recovers, you’re going to have to deal with his hurt pride. Especially if you were around others at the time. How dare you do something like that to him, MC. Are you prepared for the consequences? Don’t back down. Point out that he’s the one who upset you. It isn’t your fault if he underestimated you.

Since you’re normally so calm, he understands that he really must have crossed a line to push you to such extremes. He assures you that he will not be making that mistake a second time. That’s about as close as you’re gonna get to an apology. Still he’s definitely going to be more careful. And he never does upset you that much again.

Now that he’s aware of what you can do despite your small stature, he takes pleasure in watching you do it to other people. Warns people ominously if it looks like they’re about to piss you off. They never take the warning though and he can't help but find it entertaining when you react accordingly.

Mammon

Definitely the first one to push you to this point. You’re always so chill, he thinks he can get away with anything. And yeah he can get away with a lot, but when he finally pushes you too far, he finds himself flying across the room.

Woah. Woah! MC! Since when have ya been so strong?! You totally took him by surprise. Once he gets over the shock, he blushes. A lot. Suddenly he can't quite look you in the eye. Turns out he kinda liked it. He's not happy that you're upset, but damn… it certainly gets him riled up.

Mammon can cause this reaction from you frequently, but he doesn't do it on purpose. He forgets about it and just goes about his usual trouble making ways. It doesn't happen often since it takes a lot to get you really upset at him, but when it does it flusters the hell out of him every time.

He gets good at dodging you, though. He's known for being a fast runner, but he only makes you chase him for a little bit. In the end, he lets you catch him. He doesn't want to make you even angrier. And he always apologizes.

Leviathan

Rarely upsets you enough to cause this reaction. Not expecting it when it happens even though he’s aware of it due to his brothers already experiencing it. He’s completely disoriented by it. What just happened? Where is he? What’s his name again??

After getting back his bearings, he switches to full on apologizing. Profusely. He's so sorry, MC! Please forgive him! Seriously, you should probably forgive him or his anxiety is gonna kick into high gear.

Actively tries not to upset you enough for it to happen again. He likes how calm you normally are, it helps him stay calm too. But since it takes quite a lot for you to get upset, he doesn’t always realize it’s happening until it’s too late.

Will always try to make it up to you somehow. Swears he will never underestimate you again. When he’s afraid of something, he’s going to hide behind you. Knows you’re strong enough to handle what he can’t. This is confusing to anyone who doesn't know you well. Is that the Admiral of Hell's Navy hiding behind some human guy? Something isn't adding up here…

Satan

Normally he's the one who loses his cool. Definitely not used to having someone upset enough with him to fling him across the room. He's going to be dazed a bit before coming back to his senses. Then his reaction could go one of two ways. Unlike him, it takes a lot for you to get upset. Knowing this might be enough for him to calm down, too. However, he might also just get angrier.

It's pretty clear to everyone at this point that you can hold your own against demons. So if Satan's anger intensifies, you're ready to meet him head on if you have to. You can be sure the other brothers are gonna try to get involved, though. This has the potential to devolve into complete and utter chaos. Your best bet is to leave and let yourself cool down.

If it goes that way, he will find you later when he's not angry anymore and apologize. He knows how he is and he's embarrassed that he let it get that far. If it doesn't escalate like that and he actually calms down after you throw him, he will apologize right then and there. You've stunned him into it.

When he has a moment to think about it, he's impressed with how strong you are. Appearances can be deceiving. You appear small and calm, but you have quite a bit of power, don't you, MC?

Asmodeus

Distraught at first. How could you do that to him, MC? What if he had broken a nail? Once he has confirmed that he still looks as fabulous as ever, he’s a little overcome by how strong you are. Gets naughty ideas because of course he does.

But he realizes that you’re upset and that's not good. He’s sorry, darling! He didn’t mean to upset you! He’s going to do whatever he can to make it up to you.

Now that he’s aware of how strong you are, though, he’s gonna come up with excuses to get you to flaunt it. Oh no, he’s hurt his ankle! Won’t you carry him to his next class? If you try to carry him on your back, he’s going to hop into your arms instead. Now you’re carrying him bridal style through the halls. He is loving every second.

He gets what it's like to be underestimated based on how you look. And he won't be able to stand it if other demons do it. He won't wait for you to get angry enough to take action, he’s just gonna take care of these lowlifes himself.

Beelzebub

If you actually manage to pick up and throw this giant, it’s going to shock everybody. Your name becomes legend because how is that even possible? He’s completely flabbergasted. It makes no sense. You’re just a little guy. How did this happen?

Beel is impressed. He’s not used to being on the receiving end of such strength. He’s usually the one carrying everybody else around. Thoroughly ashamed that he pushed you to this point though. Apologizes. Takes you out to lunch.

Teach him your ways. He wants to be able to throw people three times his size too. Not that he’s likely to encounter such a person, but you know. That’s not the point.

When nobody else is around, he might sheepishly ask you to pick him up. Likely just wants cuddles. Set him in your lap and he’ll get comfy and content. It’s just not something he’d ever expect anyone to be able to do, let alone you.

Belphegor

Startled so bad he shifts into demon form without realizing. Tail twitches as he blinks rapidly in confusion. What did he miss? Something's not right here. You’re way too small to have been the one to just launch him across the room… right?

After the surprise wears off, though, he gets it. You are calm most of the time, but Belphie is also a brat most of the time. He pushed you to your limit and it turns out you’re a lot stronger than you look.

Pretty annoyed with you at first. You really messed with him just now, you know? He might have deserved it, but still. You can’t just go around throwing people, MC. But he won’t protest for long, eventually apologizing.

Now he has two crazy strong people he can rely on. He already gets away with a lot but he sees this as an opportunity to threaten others. He’ll tell on his brothers to you in hopes he’ll get to watch them fly through the air haphazardly. He can’t help it, it’s funny when it happens to someone else.

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Baby blurb of Steve and reader cuddling at the college after him having a near death experience doing scout work ❤️

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You're half asleep when Steve gets home. You lift your head off of the pillow and watch him strip down to his boxers and t-shirt with a little frown. He's climbing into bed beside you before you can get up properly, and he must change his mind, because he eases his leg over your hip and lays himself down, his weight bearing into your abdomen and chest unapologetically. 

"Woah, what's the hurry?" you ask, weaving your fingers into the soft hair on either side of his head. 

He frowns at you. He looks, alarmingly, like he might burst into tears. "Nothing. I missed you," he says gruffly, and hides his face in your neck. 

You're tense with worry for a moment but he offers no answers, so you relax and let your limbs go limp under his weight, keeping one hand in his hair. You pet him affectionately. 

"I missed you too," you say. "I'm glad you're home safe." 

He needles his arm under your back and squeezes you tight enough to make you click. You know there's something wrong, but that action solidifies it completely. 

"What happened?" you murmur, combing hair from his forehead. You lean down to kiss one of his beauty marks. "Stevie?" 

"I almost got bit." 

Panic slams into you. He feels it, adding, "Obviously, I didn't. I'm fine. But it was a close call. If Hopper hadn't been there–"

"But he was. You're okay?" 

"No, I'm fucking reaking out. My life actually flashed in front of my eyes like a shitty movie." He sighs against your neck. "It was alright, I guess." 

You're still trying to get over his nearly dying, but you're present enough to feel a smidge of hurt. "Alright, huh?" 

Steve sighs again. He's relieved, and the longer he lays on top of you the further from tears he appears. "Too much apocalypse…" His lips tickle your neck. "Not enough you. I'm never going outside again. We'll lay like this forever and you'll have to give me sponge baths but at least I'll live to see 40." 

"Don't go quitting on me, baby," you say softly. 

He gives you one last squeeze before hiking up onto his elbows. His fingertip forges lazily down the hill of your cheek. You can feel your skin bending under the pressure of his touch. He follows it with his eyes, sweet and brown and pretty, squinted with an understandable frustration. 

He cups your face lightly. His thumb presses into the corner of your mouth. 

"I'm trying really hard not to quit," he says. "But they keep trying to fire me." 

"Who's they?" 

He waves his hand around dramatically. "Them. The forces that be." 

"Well," you say, your hands splayed open against his broad back, "you can't quit me, babe." 

He snorts a laugh and kisses your jaw, retreating back into the curve of your neck. "Wouldn't dream of it." 

He lays on top of you for a long, long time, his lips against your pulse, your nose stroking his hairline.

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Summary: (3.7k) Everyone is nervous for their first time, right? Steve and Robin are busy tackling a lot of their firsts - first day in the shop, first week in the city, first friends (or something) in the city. It’s all a little intimidating and both quickly find that old habits die hard - particularly for Steve. It’s going to take more than just a new city to really give these two a new life. Be sure to read the Prologue before reading! 

Warnings: it's a sex shop, guys - so it's generally just NSFW 18+. In this AU Hawkins is weird and cannon events happen to some extent, but not to all familiar characters. If they are present in Chicago for this AU, they have no ties to Hawkins. Absent parents, excessive drinking, poor coping mechanisms, M/F hookups and implied/light smut, mentions of female oral, our boy on his King Steve shit, one night stands, careless hookups, and a coming out. 

Shout out to @loveshotzz for the blatant Whatta Man nod in this chapter. IYKYK. 

Chicago: That Saturday, 1993

The sun was beating in through the front apartment window as Steve sat on the couch with a can of High Life, taking a breather from all of the unpacking. He has been hyper-focused all weekend on getting settled and unpacked - a complete 180° from Robin's settling in approach, which looked more like making sure her sheets were on her bed and simply ignoring the rest of the boxes stacked up inside her doorway than anything else. 

For a split second Steve considered picking up the phone and calling home just to check in, let his parents know they've got their bearings and are all safe in the city, but as that thought settled, he realized how absolutely ridiculous it was. They never cared where he was and what he was doing before, so there's no reason for them to actually start caring now that he's finally gone. Worming it's way deep in his brain another thought occurs to him - if he just would have packed up and left, it probably would have taken them months to even realize it. 

Plus, the second he talks to either one of them he knows they're going to ask about a job, and he's not quite ready for how that conversation might go. Yeah Dad, we're all set, start at the sex shop 10am on Monday!  He shakes his head and laughs to himself at the thought before throwing his head back letting the beer, just starting to warm and lose its crispness, run down his throat. It's tasting a bit bitter now…and Steve can relate. 

Pulling him from his self-deprecating thoughts, Robin swings open the door with the sound of jangling key chains being shaken like maracas, the soundtrack to her grand entrance. 

"Got your keeeeys, Dingus! It's officially official now!" She tosses the key ring over to Steve, who has his eyebrows raised as they land about 5 ft to his left on the other side of the couch. 

"Nice one, Robs. Maybe one day we'll find you some aim."

"Long shot, buddy. Better chance of me confidently shooting my shot with Stevie Nicks than that ever happening. But good on you for thinking I have any potential whatsoever."

"S'wat friends are for, Robbie." He grins at her sideways before leaning over to pick up his new set of keys. "The hell is this?" He asks, dangling the keys up in the air. 

Hopping up and down with incredibly youthful glee, Robin beams at the boy and exclaims "A TAMAGOTCHI. I got one too. Orange for you. Blue for me. Pretty sure even if we could have a pet in this building it wouldn't end well, so I got us these!" 

"This is ridiculous. I can't believe you got us a toy." Robin slips on the couch nestled up close to Steve, pressing the button on both to initiate their hatching as she presses her shoulder into his side. A beat of silence goes by before he throws his arm over her shoulders and says, "Show me how to do it, Robs. Can't wait for mine to outlive yours." He smiles down at her. 

"Eat shit. Whoever kills theirs first buys the other a drink."

The twinkling sound signaling the hatching of each of their eggs echoes through the apartment as they eye up their pets and glare back at one another.

"Oh, it's on. Never been more confident about a deal before in my life."

"Speaking of drinks … " Robin muses. " Whaddya wanna do tonight? "

Steve's not quite sure how long it's going to take for him to get used to the sheer quantity of people here in Chicago. He's pretty sure there's as many people in this club right now than there is in the whole of Hawkins. 

When they arrived, Steve was feeling a lot. It was overwhelming and nothing in Hawkins flashed so bright and shook so loud… except maybe the 4th of July Carnival and their fireworks on the outskirts of town, but that was nothing compared to this. 

One drink in and finding a place to hunker down near the bar at a table, he felt more comfortable. He was enjoying Robin's running commentary while she spent the better part of an hour people-watching, still passively feeling the heat radiating off of the dance floor, when he decided to switch over from the lukewarm beers to a sweet and sharp whiskey and soda. 

Three drinks in and sufficiently loose, Robin is fluttering around the edges of the bar and the dance floor - now making friends with some of the people she's been eying up all night with her inhibitions down as far as Steve has ever seen them. He's drunkenly grinning at his friend, happy to see a kind of social side of her that feels new, even though he knows the roots of it have been buried deep inside her for her whole life, interwoven through her heart and her brain stem, just waiting for permission to come out and untangle itself. 

"Steve! STEVE!" She shouts over the thumping bass of the music, wildly gesturing for him to come over to where she now stands, in the center of a group of people who look friendly enough for him to oblige. 

Four drinks in and now the group is laughing, hollering and leaning in hard to catch an ounce of what the others are saying. Steve's eyes are squinting trying hard to read their new friends lips as they try and converse over shots and the loud music in the dark. Turns out Robin found a whole group of people that live in the same building as they do and, as one does when they're absolutely shit faced, they all immediately began talking about how they're all new best friends, curling arms around one another's necks and slurring "I love you guys" over drinks number five and six. 

Steve is feeling a familiar twinge. It's not his fault that he has no idea that there are ways to make friends other than people pleasing or trauma bonding. Now relishing in the ease of finding city-friends over an open drink and the immediacy of acceptance that comes with puffing out his peacock feathers and playing the delicate social hierarchy game he mastered in his teens, he barely even notices that he's dusting off his King Steve party tricks. The stress of the last few years that have him wound up tighter than a watch melt away as the coy and flirty remarks start flowing like a waterfall and the locker room talk comes back like riding a bike. 

Six drinks down the hatch and Robin can't find Steve. Any other time, and Robin would be absolutely losing all the marbles in her basket worrying over Steve. Especially in this new city. She'd assume he was dead. That someone finally came to whisk him away and lock him up for all the things that he's not supposed to know. Sure, Steve can handle things. He's definitely the most capable person she knows and he quite literally raised himself, and saved himself more than once, but none of that even matters right now because she's just swaying to the beat of Janet Jackson pumping through the club speakers with her new soulmates who live on the top floor. 

Instead Steve is at the bar, queuing up drink number seven for him and drink number who-knows-what for the absolutely smoking girl at his side named Melissa, who apparently lives just up the staircase, too. She's reminded him three times so far that he can just call her Missy, but not without leaning in close, just next to his ear to make sure he hears just how sweet she sounds. And boy does he want to know more about how sweet she sounds. 

Steve's eager hands are hooked in her belt loops, the girl's bright red tube top riding up her stomach as she pushes herself into him. Her fingers are tangling through his sweaty hair and his are ghosting over her collarbone and down her arm. His lips are on hers before drink seven is even delivered, so he caps off his night with her tongue down his throat instead. 

He has no clue what time it is as they tumble through the apartment door, Melissa Missy still giggling at his orange Tamagotchi keychain as his lips chase hers once again and the door slams shut. Perfect. Robin's not home, he thinks. Completely forgetting he was there at the club with her in the first place, he tugs at the girls long blond hair at the roots, runs his hands over her glistening and glittered shoulders and shoves her down into his plush comforter the second they reach his bedroom. 

He's so caught up in this big-city hottie he managed to get into his bed on his first weekend in town, he doesn't hear Robin come in the door, nor does he notice her clanging around the kitchen to chug down a few huge glasses of water in hopes of being at least a little conscious tomorrow morning. Robin, however, does notice Steve clanging around the bedroom, especially after she hears a deep and throaty moan that is unmistakably female. 

"Ha. Fuck yeah, Stevie. Losing that Windy City V-Card." She says quietly while wobbling to her room. Meanwhile, Steve's got his head buried deep under the sheets, blindly grasping at the girl's perky tits while he lavishes at the thought of this being the kind of opportunities that present themselves here in Chicago. His first time in this big sprawling city made him feel like he was on top of the world. 

The confident bubble he found himself in all night popped when he later woke to feel the warm summer breeze from the open window tickling his now exposed back, comforter slipping down and exposing his hips along with a peek of his ass to the girl who was accidentally pulling it off as she stood up from the bed. Unabashedly naked, she stretches her arms in a yawn, Steve rolls to peek at the clock. 4:36am. "Where are you off to?" his raspy, sleep laden voice cuts the silence as she finds herself caught gathering her things. "Are you try'n't sneak out on me?" He mumbles with a smile, thinking he's being flirty and cute. 

"That's exactly what I'm doing, hon." She winks, as she snags her cheeky hot pink thong off the back of his desk chair and shoves it in her pocket on the way out the bedroom door. "I'll be quiet on my way out. Don't worry. Maybe I'll see ya around. Maybe I won't. It was fun though. You were a KING with that tongue so I wouldn't be opposed…but it's honestly unlikely." 

And Steve is there, left tangled and alone and feeling stone cold sober after that dose of honesty from Melissa, left wondering if this is how all the girls back in Hawkins felt after he dipped out on them. Having his fun but knowing it wouldn't go any further than that. Getting off under Skull Rock, in the back of his BMW, atop their pink frilly pillows with their parents in the room next door - all hanging on to the hope of just a little more - the potential of being needed and wanted and good enough for the likes of King Steve, but waking up empty and disposable instead. If he didn't already hate himself before, he definitely does now. 

"Sooooo." Robin sings out, while twirling her spoon through her milky cereal. "We gonna talk about that little Bedroom Rodeo last night or what?" 

"Robin. Please. It's too early for this." He presses his palms into his eyes, trying to stave off the pulsing just beyond his sinuses. "and did you just say Bedroom Rodeo? The fuck?"

"Well, yeah. Bedroom Rodeo… ya know. Crushing the buns? Two person pushups? Horizontal Tango? Please tell me with all that racket you at least got off?" 

"Ew Rob, where the fuck are you coming up with these?" He looks at her as she shrugs, slurping the last of her sweet cereal milk straight from the bowl as she did it. "This may be shocking, but… probably the most annoying thing you've ever said. Crushing the buns? Are you serious?" he says as he walks over and face plants dramatically onto the couch. 

Rolling over to his back and sliding on the wire rims of the glasses he never lets anyone but Robin see him in, the apartment comes into focus and so does his best friend, sitting at the counter grinning from ear to ear while tugging up her eyebrows to him in a taunt, chomping on her cereal and looking far to comfortable in his own goddamn yellow sweatshirt. His hand jutting out abruptly and gesturing to her morning attire with a furrowed brow and a questioning look, she says absolutely nothing in response. "Are you serious? Get your own clothes!"

"Eh, yours was already unpacked and my box of cozy stuff is on the bottom. I didn't get to it yet." She says casually. 

“Yeah okay. The box pile huh? Well don’t think we’re going to be sharing everything around here.” 

To which he watches her lips curl up in a Cheshire cat grin as she responds “Aw man, not even the ladies?” 

He hates this already. 

"Need some coffee, tiger? Probably a little sluggish after testing out that mattress."

His groan was loud at that one. "ROBIN! "

"Fine, I'll leave you alone…for now. But we're gonna talk about some rules for when we're Jamming the Clam later over a smoke, ya got me? Roommate ground rules at all." She winked as she sauntered down the hallway to her room. 

"Sure Robbie. Whatever you want. But do me a favor… if you're so goddamn chipper this morning maybe you can unpack a freaking box from that mega-pile. Won't be bringing back some hot piece to your room to Jam the Clam in that fuckin' disaster zone!" He shouts at her back. 

Throwing up a peace sign and swaying her hips a little more (albeit awkwardly) she makes a show of acknowledging her friends request before shutting her bedroom door behind her. 

"Robin, right? And… " Murray looks at him up and down.

"Steve" the boy scowls. 

"Wow. Okay then. Cheer up Rico Suave. Robin! You didn't tell me your friend had this much charisma when you stopped by last week."

Murray Bauman is the manager of The Hideout. Maybe he owns the place, it's not entirely clear, but what is immediately crystal is that Murray is always ready to dish it out. "Alright then, welcome to The Hideout. I wanted to name it Murray's Pleasure Emporium but that got shot down pretty fuckin fast by my partner, so it is what it is."

With his salt-and-pepper hair, neatly groomed yet slightly disheveled, and a well-maintained beard framing his jawline, Murray's appearance hints at a man who has seen his fair share of adventures. Despite his brash exterior it's quickly clear that Murray effortlessly creates a comfortable atmosphere, so it's no wonder he finds himself successful in an environment where he can push boundaries and help others to explore their fantasies and fulfill their desires.

"So here's how this is gonna work. You two are gonna work retail. You'll need to run the register, oversee the displays, manage the inventory and help the customers. Peace-a cake, right?" He spurts off while simultaneously counting the money in the register for the day. 

Robin and Steve spit out a garbled acknowledgement while Murray looks back and forth between the two. "Red, did you say you two were... roommates?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

Eyes knocking back and forth to look between the two friends, Steve can already see where this is going. Been there a thousand times. So he cuts off Murray's silent analysis and offers up the information needed to satisfy his curiosity. "No, we aren't dating. And .. ah ah. Wait." He cuts him off as Murray starts to open his mouth, ready to counter back "...and NO, before you go there, we aren't fucking either. Didn't happen. Won't happen. Platonic."

"With a capital P." Robin finishes the end of Steve's sentence. "We can't promise we won't be weird, but we can one hundred percent promise there will not be any lovers quarreling with us."

"Well alright then. Loud and clear." Murray says in response. He claps his hands loudly and rubs them together before continuing on with his sex shop monologue. 

"Back to business, then. Covered the retail bits - Ah, yeah here we go. As you can see, the shop offers an extensive selection of adult toys, lingerie for the ladies…or the men, sensual massage oils - a personal favorite - and other products that cater to a wide range of tastes and sexual preferences. I like the good stuff, because I have taste. So that's what I sell. I also like to have all the latest shit because I'm progressive. Call me sexually innovative, if you will. If it's new, we're gonna have it."

Steve and Robin follow dutifully behind him taking it all in. Robin's eyes are as wide as saucers and she's distracted by all of the things she does not yet understand as Murray continues to spout out information on products, business and his own personal sexual philosophies. Steve poked her shoulder and she grimaces, and returns to planet earth to hear the rest of Murray's great new hire speech. 

"The people who come in here are not sex freaks. You got that? They're normal people. Don't gotta be some pervert to want to get off and feel good, so if you can't be open-minded and nonjudgmental then you might as well not even clock in after this. Got it?"

Both nod in agreement and the edges of Murray's lips curl up in a smirk. "Perfect. Come." He directs as he walks to the register and it's adjoining display case where a wide array of colorful dildos stand spread out for selection. 

"Not that it's a job requirement or anything but, I'm assuming if you're wanting to work here and my pleasure palace your… ahem.. sufficiently experienced. Cause you're gonna need to sell the product if you get my drift. People have way more questions than you could imagine. Just yesterday I had to tell a kid that Anal Beads are, in fact, for your anus..."

Robin's mouth is aghast. Steve looks around again taking it all in and he finally laughs at Murray, who is looking them over as if he can't believe these two kids standing here in front of him know anything about the kind of sex he sells. "Listen, Murray. I didn't set out to move here to this city and work in a shop full of dildos. Surprisingly, my incredibly inexperienced friend here signed me up against my will to hawk condoms like morning coffee. Robin doesn't know shit - sorry Robs, but you don't." She shrugs her shoulders, looking at Murray and nods in agreement at her friends words. "And while I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that I'm not what you might consider all that adventurous, I've got more notches than I'm proud of and unlike most guys I can find a girl's clit. SO… I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking to me like this is 6th grade health class and let us get to work."

"I have very little to add." Robin says, "and after what I heard the other night, I'll attest to what Steve says. He sure can make 'em moan." 

Murray stands behind the counter looking Steve up and down. He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh into the still air of the shop before he starts again "Well then, Steve. I can respect that. I think you both are going to be a mess, but I can work with it... So let's hop to it."

Beyond the merchandise, the pair learn that Murray hosts educational workshops and events at The Hideout for its patrons and the community and often has specials and promos going inside for shoppers. After the first half of their day, it's clear that Murray runs a business that he is proud of and his customers are loyal. Steve decides that when people ask, he's just going to tell them he works retail. Because he in fact… does. 

As their training winds down, Murray comes out of his back office carrying a giant tray and welding some embarrassing dance moves as he delivers it delicately to the counter. "Hey, hey, hey assholes! Before we head out, we have to set up this display for tomorrow. Let's rock and roll my friends!" Robin scans the contents of the tray curiously, not so sure how all of the items fit together to make anything that resembles a display. "Uh, okay but like… what is it?" She says. 

Steve snickers as he takes in the tray full of cupcakes, bananas and condoms. "Well Robbie, despite what it looks like I don't think Murray is letting us set up snack time. I'm not sure what the cupcakes are for, but these here look like they're to practice getting the condoms on the banana."

"Bingo! Rico Suave gets the points! We're doing a condom demo tomorrow, so he's right on that. What he's wrong about though, is that the cupcakes ARE for a snack." Murray fist bumps Steve and turns to see Robin's gears turning at maximum speed. 

“What’s the matter, first time, Red?” Murray spits out, through a wide gleaming smile that Steve swears sparkles in the light, like some goddamn cartoon. 

"Actually.. ." She draws out "while I don't have the clit-finding prowess of my friend Steve here, I only strive to one day be able to eat pussy as well as he apparently can. So yes, this is my first time sliding on a condom, thank you very much." 

Murray nods and his grin never ceases, although now there's a bit more approval and admiration than taunt behind it. "C'mon then, lemme show you how to slide these on like a fuckin pro." 

Steve is beaming watching his friend speak so casually about it. Murray really is good at what he does and making people feel comfortable, or this city really is just what Robin needs, either way, the way Murray doesn't skip a beat and starts teaching Robin the art of rolling on a condom like it's just any old day makes Steve think about how many wild things they're going to get into here. And honestly it's all fine, because there’s a first time for everything.

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What would fix me

That Carmy shows up at Syd's place and finds her on the floor, shaking and regrets the day he was born then proceeds to comfort her and tell her that no review or bullshit star is worth feeling like that and that he knew this was gonna happen and she tells him that the review or the bullshit star have nothing to do with how she feels, that she actually wants to quit because she can't take him anymore, he's not the same but at the same time she can't make herself leave him and all the dreams they have together. And then he just feels like shit and actually asks her to go because he doesn't wanna hurt her and she just straight up says, no. I wanna stay, but not with you. This is not working, I want the old Carmy back, the one who told me he wasn't gonna let me fail or leave me alone. Not this psycho! Not this robot. "I want you back, Carmy". Then she signs the agreement and joins the family business as a formal partner.

And then he struggles for a while, tip toes around her, goes to individual therapy and gets a shrink who medicates him properly and a loan in the bank so he can pay Cicero back and get him off their ass and then, eventually, with Syd's help and after months of treatment, he actually does get better and the old Carmy is fully back. By then his relationship with Syd is totally OK, not just professionally, they become BFFs. But at that point Syd and Luca are together and Carmy, who in therapy has come to terms with his real feelings for Syd is suffering in silence because he wants her as more than just friends but since he sees she's happy with Luca, he STFU about it. He knows he lost his chance. He hates himself for this.

Claire has moved on, Richie and Jess are going strong and after completing his apology tour Carmy realizes that he has mended all the hearts he had broken in the past except his own. He's not alone, he knows, but he feels like it.

Carmy has now learned to use his words pretty damn well, so he deals with this loneliness in a quite healthy way, in therapy and embraces this solitude. He realizes it's different from the self-imposed loneliness he was trapped in before, in that prison of his own making he used to call work. Now he's alone because it's just healthier for him that way, not because he can't be with anyone in a healthy way or because he pushes everyone away. He chooses this loneliness now as a way to preserve himself because he knows that the only person he wants to be with is not available and no longer sublimates his frustration in other people, mistaking them for substitutes of who he really wants to be with. He has learned that love happens and should be honored and respected. Can't be built and it most certainly can't be forced. Love is not something you have to earn or deserve, you either feel it or you don't, you are either prepared to express it in a healthy way or you are not and it becomes toxic, you give it to someone or you keep it to yourself, but you do not control it or deny it. It's futile to try to do that. It just can't be done, not in a non-self-destructive way, anyway...

After a few months of honeymoon phase with Luca he has to come back to Noma and offers Sydney to come with him. She thinks about it and eventually accepts the offer. Carmy is brokenhearted but plays it cool. He wants her to be happy, so they let each other go.

A year later Syd and Carmy reunite at the Michelin star award show because even though she no longer works for The Bear, the star they win actually correspondes to the previous year's run, when she still was The Bear's CDC.

They reconnect and realize how much they missed each other even though they had been in constant contact via the occasional texts and phone calls.

A few months later, Syd and Luca break up and Syd comes back to the US, not to work at The Bear anymore, but to open her own dream spot at the same place where The Bear used to be, because after getting that star Carmy sold the restaurant to LIVE, just like Andrea did.

He now has an art gallery in Riverwalk.

Syd bought the place and turned it into the BEST BACON EVER place.

They are just friends. They are sooooo happy for each other's success!

During Xmas dinner at The Berzatto's Syd and her father are casually talking to Donna about her recovery, they praise her progress, she's like this new person, this loving grandma, they are really proud of her and let her know. Meanwhile Carmy and Sugar are in the kitchen finishing up the 7 fishes they will shortly serve and Pete and Richy are in charge of the kids, making sure they don't fully tear the place down, kinda failing at it because they are out numbered. There's Eva who's like the Captain of the gang and there's both of Sugar's kids, plus little Mikey, Richie and Jess' toddler who just chases the older kids around and giggles, falling on his ass every now and then and giggling some more. Jess is in charge of setting the table that looks like an Ever table when she's finished.

After dinner, they are all enjoying themselves in different rooms of the house and Syd and Carm end up in the garage looking for old cookbooks Carm wanted to show her and all of a sudden they realize they are under a mistletoe, so they awkwardly kiss, softly and coyly at first but then they look into each other's eyes and all the time that went by between that moment when she had the best meal she ever and that first kiss, dissolves. This force rises up from within them, from their very core, and ignites a fire in their hearts that brings them so close together that a new kiss is inevitable but this time it is as if the gates of heaven opened in their mouths and this beautifully overwhelming power consumes them. Their lips lock and the rest is history. They never let go of each other anymore.

They realize that they have always been together in other ways, but this time they choose to be together in every way possible and never part ways again.

[myemuisemo]

If Doyle's goal is to deconstruct gothic horror, he's hitting on all cylinders in chapter IX of The Hound of the Baskervilles, "Second Report of Dr. Watson," in Letters from Watson. I could believe he is: A Study in Scarlet ended up being about the romance of the frontier West going very wrong, and The Sign of the Four gives us the romance of a Moonstone-like story gone very wrong. Racing about with romantic notions is not the key to success in this universe.

Watson does... Watson just... WATSON.

The man is rather deaf

Suddenly, Barrymore is somewhat deaf. There's been no sign of this before. Ah, serial-writing, where if you forgot to foreshadow something convenient, you can't go back and fix the earlier chapters!

Sir Henry goes a-courting

Watson truly does not understand Holmes' instructions to simply observe without imposing his own expectations. What does he actually see when following Sir Henry to his meeting with Miss Stapleton?

Sir Henry has contrived to meet Miss Stapleton on a walk, whether by appointment or learning her routine. They speak in a serious manner. Beryl Stapleton resists Sir Henry's efforts to embrace her. They are interrupted by her brother, who is not happy about this scene. From this, Watson constructs a romance of a sister prevented from happiness by a possessive brother.

Sir Henry later reports that Beryl Stapleton reluctantly agreed to the date and used it to try to warn him to leave the moor, just as she tried the first time we met her. Watson nonetheless makes no connection that perhaps Jack Stapleton doesn't want her warning Sir Henry off the moor.

Stapleton's explanation that he can't bear parting from his sister should have set off "not quite healthy" alarm bells even in 1889. His responsibility ought to be to see her settled appropriately.

Nothing here suggests that Beryl Stapleton wants to marry Sir Henry. Yet Watson is determined to find a romance.

Sir Henry and Watson go a-stalking

Mrs. Barrymore should have just stashed her brother in a disused outbuilding or back bedroom. I know we're having decorators in, but find an attic. Heck, the house probably has a priest's hole.

Common sense dictates that, knowing Selden's rough position on the moor, one keeps the Barrymores away from windows until morning, at which time one contacts the prison warden with the news. Let the warden field a team to surround the hiding place!

But no. Addled by testosterone and cigar smoke, Watson and Sir Henry hare off into the moor in the dark, causing Selden to flee to who-knows-where.

Of Selden's face, lurking:

Foul with mire, with a bristling beard, and hung with matted hair, it might well have belonged to one of those old savages who dwelt in the burrows on the hillsides. 

Modern archeology reveals that the Bronze Age inhabitants had combs.

Watson's vision

In the aftermath of having completely effed things up, Watson sees something odd.

There, outlined as black as an ebony statue on that shining back-ground, I saw the figure of a man upon the tor. Do not think that it was a delusion, Holmes. I assure you that I have never in my life seen anything more clearly. As far as I could judge, the figure was that of a tall, thin man. He stood with his legs a little separated, his arms folded, his head bowed, as if he were brooding over that enormous wilderness of peat and granite which lay before him. 

My first thought was "please be Sherlock Holmes, having thrown off his disguise as a humble peddler, prison guard, or moor sheep!" Then I realized Holmes would be face-palming at the foolishness he'd just witnessed, so it's more likely a shadow, an oddly shaped tree, or either Barrymore or Stapleton stalking our "heroes" about the moor.

Where are we now?

We know a secret of the Barrymores (that they were helping Selden the murderer). Is this their only secret?

We have reason to believe the Stapletons have secrets, none of which we've discerned. Whatever those are, marrying Beryl to Sir Henry apparently wouldn't forward their goals.

If it's intentional (not a serial-writing slip-up) that the black-bearded man in London acted as if he had perfect hearing, then that wasn't Barrymore.

The purpose of killing Sir Charles and threatening Sir Henry remains unknown. Also, the whereabouts of his second missing boot.

[according2thelore]

time travel anon here - that is the best thing i've ever read in my entire life holy shit. thank you so much. good god. i'm going to treasure that ask forever.

now I'm thinking about LS Dean trying to make LS Sam jealous by being extra sweet to ES Sam (fails. LS sam thinks it's cute). or ES Sam trying to make ES Dean jealous by actively preferring LS dean (probably works). ugh god. or the deans fighting, like physically fighting like insane people. or or or. excuse me, i'll be happily living in this make believe world forever.

also I think in my head it will be 8 years of time travel, just so they can have 4-4-4 year age gaps.

hi, time travel anon!!!

omg...i'm blushing...tucking my hair behind my ear debby-ryan-style...

AHHHH you're so right!!!

LS!Dean would try to be extra sweet to ES!Sam, like maybe offering to show him the shooting range (and giving him some pointers up close, y'know, he's just being helpful, with his hand on sam's waist, and his broad chest to sam's back) and ES!Sam is all kinds of flusterd

LS!Sam just finds it kind of hilarious? he also thinks it's kind of hot how big LS!Dean is compared to his younger self, and how ES!Sam's breath shakes when dean comes in close, how sam's eyes fall to half-mast, unable to meet his eyes.

and LS!Dean keeps turning around like see? i can play this game too. and LS!Sam just finds it charming. he knows that one thing, even back then, made him happier than any-fucking-thing, and knows how out-of-his-mind thrilled ES!Sam must be that dean is giving him so much attention, listening to him ramble about how exciting the MOL library is.

honestly i have no idea which dean would initiate a dean-fight, but you are so! goddamn! right! it could literally be either--a second-too-long hand on the back of a neck, or even, fuck, ES!Dean can't take it anymore and yanks LS!Sam down for a kiss, frantic. it would be literally brutal, like a wild bear protecting her cubs (cub, though, just one in this case).

LS!Dean would completely kick ES!Dean's ass due to his increased experience, height, and size, but they would be spitting and furious and--as you said--insane. the sams barely manage to pry them apart.

because let's be perfectly clear: if anything can be said about A Dean, it's that he cannot share A Sam--ANY Sam--with anyone else. they'd be so sick with possession over them both ARGH!!!! sammy is dean's!!!! and they both have a weird power dynamic w each other about this.

(the sams wouldn't be much better: LS!Sam entertains LS!Dean's retaliatory fawning over ES!Sam, but it would grate on him after a few days. the second dean turns around, sam is staring at his younger self with this cold, empty look that makes ES!Sam shiver bc how the fuck is he going to turn into that thing?)

ngl anon i had to write this out on a piece of paper but you're right! If ES!Sam is 23, ES!Dean is 27, LS!Sam is 31, and LS!Dean is 35!

(lord above, can you imagine a 35 y/o dean and a 23 y/o sam????)

i think personally i would want ES!Dean and LS!Sam to have more of an age-gap bc LS!Sam is a Brick Wall, and i think 26 y/o dean would pass out if he got to see 36 yo sam. but this dynamic is quite good and i love the symmetry! i also think it would probably make the most sense, for them to be 4-4-4-4.

thank you for this ask and for freaking out about ES/LS Sam & Dean with me! <3 <3 <3

i can't take it!!!!! this AU is so FUN!!!!!!!!

-lizzy :)

[creative99writer]

Pieces Of Me

A Jack Draper story - Part 1

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/creative99writer/762074059828789248/pieces-of-me

Hello, this is my first time posting a story here - I hope you enjoy!

As a tennis fan, I have newly discovered the gorgeousness that is Jack Draper, but English is not my first language, so please bear with me. I am honestly super nervous to post here for the first time properly, and I‘m not someone who normally posts on tumblr, so I hope you like it :)

Warnings: slightly mature content, probably typos

Also, I hope it’s okay I borrowed this glorious GIF ;)

US Open, New York City.

They stumbled into the room through the dimly lit doorway, the kiss heavy and passionate. It was warm inside the fancy hotel room. He lost his shirt along the way, not caring where it landed.

Jack moaned right into her mouth as he picked her up and pinned her against the wall, his mouth hot against hers. He was kissing her like his life depended on it, his hands everywhere, his scent everywhere and it was overwhelming her in the best of ways. His shirt had been lost at some point during their heated makeout session and she could feel his hot skin against her body, making her dizzy. "Elle..." he breathed out, his mouth moving from hers to her neck. He knew exactly what he was doing. And him being so vocal brought her right back to reality.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Eleonora put her palm on his chest, pushing him away slightly, the both of them out of breath from that really hot kiss. 

"What's wrong?" Jack looked at her, confused, but nonetheless letting himself be pushed back gently, setting her down on the ground while she stayed against the wall, his bare chest heaving from their intense encounter. 

"We can't do this." Eleonora rushed the words out, confused herself - because she wanted this, but she knew it wasn't right. 

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, not quite understanding. "What do you mean?"

"We can't.... we can't do this, it's not..." she stopped herself, not quite sure what she was saying.

"Why?" he asked her now, not just confused but genuinely not understanding why she would stop herself - and them. He was still standing in front of her, but he hadn't tried to move any closer. He respected her trying to put some space inbetween them, yet wasn't ready to move away completely.  His question hit her like a ton of bricks. Why? Yes, why? Why was she trying to stop this? Why couldn't they do this? 

She stared at him, searching for words she either did not have or would not come out of her mouth. 

Why?

"I..." she started, and then broke off, shaking her head. Jack was still looking at her with his deep hazel eyes, an intense gaze that made her search for words even more difficult. She could see him get agitated by her lack of response, by her apparent rejection - but most importantly, by her lack of explanation. Maybe he was even hurt, but she couldn‘t tell for sure.

"You what?" he prompted her, but his tone was getting sharper, making her look away, her eyes instead darting around the room, not being able to look at him any longer. She was too confused. She didn't see the way his eyes immediately softened at her obvious distress. "Look. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you tell me you don't want to do this with me, you don't owe me an explanation." He took a cautious step forward. "But I don't understand what you mean when you say we can't do this." He shook his head, taking her hand gently, making her finally look back up at him. "Do you not want to do this or what is it that's holding you back?" He looked her straight in the eyes, clearly needing her to know that he meant what he said. "Because I want you. So much. I really really want you. But if you tell me that you don't want me, then I'll go. No questions asked. I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want to do."

Eleonora could feel the warmth of his hand around hers and her heart hammering against her chest. She couldn't tell him that the didn't want him. Because she did. She really really did. How could she not? He was handsome, and he was a really great guy. Someone who had just offered her a way out of their… situationship. Without asking any questions. But she could not lie to him about not wanting him. Her lie probably would have been too obvious anyway.

He looked nervous, awaiting her response. As if it meant everything to him what she was going to say next. As if her rejection would break his heart, even if be would accept it and leave. His eyes displayed vulnerability that he rarely showed, as he looked into hers. He was laying a few of his cards on the table. Maybe not all of them just yet, but enough to let her know he cared a great deal. About her and about them.

She couldn‘t lie to him.

"I want you." she whispered, her eyes losing themselves in his hazel ones and she could see his relief in them, the vulnerability still there. She pulled her hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, getting close to him. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling her into him. "I do. Very much." 

He continued looking into her eyes, as if he needed to make sure that this was real and she wanted him. Elle tried to show some of her cards with her eyes, hoping he would unterstand that she meant it.

He must have understood.

He let out a deep breath as if he had kept it in until she told him she wanted him, this, too and leaned in, kissing her gently, pulling her as close as he possibly could. Eleonora responded, kissing him back and placing her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. She couldn't possibly even so much as pretend she didn't want him.

His hands wandered gently up and down her back, keeping her close, caressing her. The kiss that had started gentle and innocent soon turned into something more passionate. Into something that made them forget the world around them. He kissed her harder, losing himself in their kiss. His hands were everywhere and it soon turned very heated. It was so overwhelming, it reminded Eleonora of why she had to stop this. Even if she wanted this to go on and on. She pulled away, out of breath and detangled herself from Jack - again, who was confused and breathing hard.

"But I can't do this, Jack... we can't..." she put her hands on her face, not being able to look at him again and because she was so annoyed with herself. 

"Eleonora." he prompted, his voice much gentler than she expected it to be after she pulled away twice. She was expecting him to shout, and she couldn't have blamed him, because of her weird attitude. He sounded calm and gentle, his hands touching her elbows and she looked up at him, his eyes soft - but looking at her with confusion. "What is going on?" He was still out of breath, his mouth so red  from their kisses that she really wanted to kiss him again. But she couldn't - or rather, shouldn't. 

"This is not a good idea." she finally told him what she wanted to all along. "We shouldn't be doing this. It's going to spiral out of control, all of it. And I can't do this to Jannik. I can't. And - and after my injury..." she pleaded with him to understand. But he didn't - or maybe he didn't want to, because he started to pull away, his brows furrowing. He looked at her, the hurt in eyes clearly visible this time, and it killed her inside. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted.

"Okay, so to get this straight. You want me, but also, you don't because you don't want to hurt some other guy's feelings, right?" When he put it like that, it sounded incredibly stupid. "What I don't really understand - not that I understand the other part - is what your injury has to do with us." He sounded annoyed, like she had worn out his patience.

"He is not some other guy, he is-" she started but that was clearly the wrong choice.

"Seriously?!" he shouted this time. "That is your first thought?! To defend Jannik?" He turned around, searching for his shirt that had been lost at some point during their heated kisses. 

"That's unfair, I-" she tried to defend herself, but Jack wasn't to be deterred. Especially considering he was right. And they both knew that. It was a cheap cop out, because really, she was afraid of how going any farther would change things between them.

"No. What is unfair is you telling me you want me, and then in the same breath tell me you cannot do this because of your ex or whoever he is. You’re still hung up on him, is that it? You kiss me and think about some other guy? You tell me you want me, but really, you are clearly thinking about someone else. Are you still hung up on the past? Can’t get over him? Then why the hell even start this and kiss me and tell me you want me? That is unfair. I offered you a way out, Elle. You telling me you want me when you clearly do not is unfair.“ he snarled, and looked away, pulling the shirt he had found next to the bed over his head, and turned to look back at her again, his eyes fiery. "I can understand wanting to be respectful, but it's not like I was proposing to you or anything, or thinking this was going to get serious because of one night together. It was just a bit of fun here." His words were piercing, as were his eyes. For a moment, she could see surprise flicker in them - was he surprised at what had just come out of his mouth? Didn’t he want to say what he said because it was a lie or because it was the truth and he had not wanted to tell her like this? Had she interpreted every lingering gaze and expression and his words completely wrong? Was him telling her he wanted her really just meant for a night?

But he didn't correct himself or take his words back. He just continued staring her down with his piercing gaze, too proud to back out now.

So she stared back. at him for a moment. Was he being serious, or was he being mean on purpose? She couldn't quite figure it out. But she was Eleonora, and she was proud, so she was not going to show him that his words hurt her. She would never give him - or anyone - that power. She was not going to let him make her feel small and show him that when she told him she wanted him, it was meant for more than a night.

And anyway- why was he so bothered that she mentioned Jannik? He almost sounded… jealous?

"Well, why does it bother you so much that I might be thinking of another guy when it's just a bit of fun for you?" she snarked back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.  

He had not expected that retort. It caught him off guard and his eyes darkened the second she mentioned Jannik. So he was jealous.

He swallowed, and continued staring at her, looking more nervous that he had before. It became a staring competition between two incredibly stubborn people. They were at a crossroads now. They both knew that. If Jack went down the road of 'a bit of fun', there would be no return - or it was going to be very tough to return, at the very least, because Eleonora would not back down and she wouldn't forgive him that easily. At the same time, she had hurt him, too. So the question was: was he going to be the bigger person and apologize for saying what he said, or did he really mean it and therefore wouldn't back down? 

The only thing Eleonora knew she was not going to be the bigger person and admit her feelings. She had been burned before and if she couldn’t be sure of his feelings, she would not tell him. It depended on him either admitting it wasn‘t just fun for him, or him telling her it was just fun for him. She couldn’t clearly tell if it was for him, so she was not going to risk getting herself hurt when she had before and it turned out horribly.

The air was thick between them as they stared at each other, chests heaving and one could have heard a pin dropping in the room. It was eerily quiet, neither of them giving in just yet.

Who would be giving in? Eleonora or Jack?

Did Jack really mean what he had said?  

[dsaf-confessions]

In the good ending, if Walt is turned into a phone (or one of the other two preformers, but more Walt specifically), i think that once they get to their apartment and live together they would be really awkward around eachother.

They have things in common, like...

- They each individually marked an important milestone in phoney history, with Harry being the first Gen 1, and Harry the last phone to ever be produced.

- They are both physically impaired in some way, with Harry having a bad leg and Walt having both a semi-dysfunctional voice box and significant damage to his body all around.

(That last bit about Walt might be false, as he might be able to heal from his injuries, but the lack in the production of Phone Guys in the last decade or so probably means the machine wasn't working the best. Mixed with the fact that if Walt wanted to go to a doctor, he'd probably get questioned for his phone head... yeah, he's likely going to have some lasting damage, both mentally and physically.)

And finally,

- Neither really remember their past life. With Walt, this may just be the residual amnesia from the machine messing with his skull, and could go away eventually, but I dunno.

With all of this, I'm sure either Harry or Walt would love to reach out and really connect with eachother, but there's one glaring issue.

In this supposed situation I wrote the phoneys in, I made it so Harry was the one to originally suggest sending Walt to the factory, like he does if you have yet to fire him.

Harry, being the good-natured soul he is, would see Walt visibly suffering and know that he, unintentionally or not, caused it. Unlike if Stanley or Max are the springlock victims, Harry was implied to actually know Walt beforehand.

With Walt's kind exterior and respectful attitude being shrunk to a disoriented, confused bearing, Harry will fully see the effects of his actions.

Along with that, which already obviously would hurt him to see, he would most likely get reminded of himself after he had been turned into a phone guy. Although maybe not as disoriented, Harry still completely forgot who he was, and now he fully understands just how much he lost. Along with that, he can understand how Joe felt at the time, too.

All of this makes it seem like Harry would be quite nervous to be around Walt, but what about the green phone's own perspective?

Most likely, Walt has no idea Harry suggested and then caused his phone-headedness. How could he? Harry was discharged long before Jake or Roger were hired, so obviously they wouldn't know either. Harry would have to let it slip or actually tell them, and with how experienced he is working at Fazbenders of all places, I'm positive Harry is good at keeping secrets.

So Walt, not knowing Harry's relation with the source of his torment, would probably try to bond over their similarities. Attempt to chat? He's still Walt, and Walt himself explicitly tells you that he really admires the phone guys if you talk to him. This, combined with his aforementioned friendliness, it wouldn't suprise me if the green phone eventually wanted to strike up a conversation with Harry.

I just feel like Harry would give very short, non-detailed responses to Walt in an attempt to be polite and listen, but still avoid somehow breaking him even more than he already has.

But maybe he's not like that. Harry's defied the company for his own conscience before, so who's to say he wouldn't confess to Walt what he did and try to grow from it?

I do like the idea of Harry and Walt becoming friends over their shared similarities eventually, I think they would get along really well if given the chance... but I still can't shake the feeling that Harry might not be able to get rid of his guilt that easily.

Eh. Feel free to add to this, I'm curious of other people's thoughts on this topic.

Farewell,

- The Real Fredbear Anon.

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[simplygyuu]

Teddy Bear - 8 : at least beomgyu is sleeping well

*⁀➷synopsis ! : on your birthday one of your best friends, soobin, gifts you an adorable teddy bear. you keep it all day once he gave it to you, carrying the adorable thing around for your entire birthday day and going to sleep with it that night. the next morning you wake up with.. a man in the place of your precious bear?! he doesn't have a name and he looks at you like you hung all the stars and.. did he just say he WAS the bear?

wc (0.7k)

You watched as Beomgyu happily jumped onto your bed, immediately finding his way under the covers as you watched from the doorway. You couldn't help the small smile on your face as you observed him.

It seemed like he couldn't get comfortable yet, he rolled around a bit before finally settling down. Although his whole body was underneath the covers, including his head.

“Beoms? You hiding or something?” You couldn't help but tease a bit with a smile, approaching the shape under your blankets. You reached forward to poke at the lump, Beomgyu yelping in return.

“Hey!” Beomgyu whined, voice muffled. You laughed as you straightened up, you could imagine his pouty look from here. He liked to sulk and pout a lot as you have come to realize, must have been something he picked up from Kai.

“Fine, fine you stay under there.” You replied easily, holding your hands up in a slight surrender position even if he couldn't see you. Wait, what if he could? Did bears have xray vision or something?

Either way you proceeded to move away from the bed and grab a pair of pajamas before making your way to the bathroom, leaving Beomgyu under the covers.

‘He's so cute!’ You thought silently to yourself with a smile, picking up your toothbrush. Hygiene was important to you. Speaking of hygiene, you mentally made a note to get Beomgyu things like a toothbrush. You couldn't have him walking around your apartment being unhygienic, no way.

While you mindlessly went through the motions of brushing your teeth and washing your face, you let your mind wander. Did Beomgyu know how cute he was? Maybe he was secretly a little mastermind who knew how to get exactly what he wanted with his cute charms.

You'd better keep him from learning what aegyo was then.

Before you realized it, you had finished getting ready to sleep. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you took a few deep breaths to psych yourself up. You knew that although Beomgyu saw this sleeping arrangement as nothing but platonic, your heart thought completely differently. You did your best to calm down before finally stepping back into your bedroom.

At the sound of your footsteps, you watched as Beomgyu finally popped his head out from under the covers.

“Where have you been? Cmon, yn im tired lets sleep.. pleasee” Beomgyu pleaded with a pout gracing his lips yet again, rolling over to give you more space.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a split second before you mentally slapped yourself. You can't be thinking like that, not with Beomgyu.

Like the weak woman you are, you easily give in to Beomgyus request and soon found yourself climbing into bed next to him. It was honestly quite nerve wracking. Your heart felt like it was gonna beat out of your chest with the two of you being so close, especially with Beomgyus ignorance of personal space.

You soon settle down, back turned towards Beomgyu as you close your eyes. This could work as long as there was space between you two.

Just as you began to drift off, a gentle pair of arms slowly wrapped themselves around your middle. Tensing up, you felt the tell-tale sign of someone resting their head on your back up near your shoulders. Your heart rate began to increase once again, your cheeks quickly heating up with blush.

“Yn, why is your heart beating so fast?” Beomgyus whisper cut through the silence, making you blush deeper. You didn't realize your heart was being that loud, how could he even hear it. Maybe it was the hybrid ears.

“No reason, Beoms. Let's sleep now.” You squeaked back, flustered as you forcefully closed your eyes.

Thankfully, Beomgyu also seemed to resign to sleeping. He went quiet but didn't let go of his hold on you. You could feel his breath through your thin t-shirt, it felt like anywhere he was holding on to you was on fire.

God, how did you fall for him so quickly? This really, really, wasn't like you. Something about him was just so intriguingly different.

So yeah, maybe you spent up to an hour trying to calm your heart that night, so what? Eventually, you were able to doze off and that's all that matters.

At least Beomgyu seemed to have no trouble sleeping.

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