#the ONLY way they sleep well is when there’s someone/something with them
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🧺 Any More 🧺
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024
Requested: spencer realizing that he’ll never love someone as much as he loves you. (whether that be because of a case or what have you), his mind is absolutely blown with how much he worships you and how much you love and care for him and he shows you that with the softest most sickeningly sweet sex you and him has ever done. <3
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Discussions of case details, case burnout, very close friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), vanilla sex (p in v penetration). Discussions of mental health, and two idiots in love.
A/N: I'm hitting the prompt Vanilla for this one, so please don't be scared off by the KinkBingo tags! I had a lot of fun writing this one (and adding Pride and Prejudice quotes into the smut scene because HELLO). Let me know what you think in the replies~♡
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You hadn't seen Spencer in 100 days. Which in the grand scheme of things wasn't that long, trapped in the purgatory of a ‘what if’ the way you had been for the last eight years.
You'd lived without him for longer than 100 days before. He'd been in prison, you'd been on assignments, you'd lived an entire life before meeting him, but now somehow 100 days was too much time, and you were exhausted. You understood why Spencer had to take some time away from you, from the team in an official capacity after everything he'd been through. You supported him even.
But when even your free time didn't overlap anymore, you wondered if your relationship would ever be the same again.
Spencer was a friend, your best friend, probably. You'd arrived on the BAU team, he'd rattled off some statistics, stammering the way through them, and you'd immediately warmed to the man. He was brilliant, funny, and fiercely loyal, and you tried your best to protect him even when the job seemed designed to break people like him into thousands of little pieces.
You'd tried to convince him to leave before, after Maeve had died. You didn't want to see him heart broken again, but no one else had seemed to agree.
“Reid needs purpose,” they'd said. “Reid needs something to do.”
What Reid needed was to not end up dead before he had a chance to be happy, and happiness didn't come often in your field of work.
You'd been almost vindicated a year later when he'd been shot again, almost fatally. Vindicated, maybe but distraught and inconsolable. Morgan had to carry you screaming and clawing out of his hospital room multiple times. It sounded stupid enough to yourself that it was only then you realized your feelings for the man.
You wanted to be Spencer Reid's happiness, which was why you were so lost without him.
He was coming back on Monday, and at least you had the weekend to sort your feelings out about everything.not just about him, but about the job you'd found didn't fit you well enough anymore, about the team you loved like family, about the relationship you knew would likely never come to fruition.
You dumped your bags at your door when you'd arrived in your house that night, pushed yourself into your bedroom and let yourself collapse on your bed, balling up into as cozy a position as you could. You didn't even bother taking your jacket off, you just let your brain haze over and sleep rush in.
Three quiet raps at your door lifted you up and out of bed again, not an hour later.
You grabbed your phone, grabbed the second go-bag you kept at your house, put your shoes back on, and opened the door, expecting Emily and a new case.
“Where are we going?” You said, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, not even looking up at your guest.
“Hopefully, nowhere? I brought takeout.”
Your eyes widened then, taking in all 185cm of Doctor Spencer Reid, tweed jacket and plastic bag full of chow mein included.
“Spencer,” you breathed out, like a sigh of relief, letting the bag drop to the floor next to the first one and letting yourself into his arms.
He held you carefully there for a second before leading you back into the apartment, wrapping an arm around you and ruffling your hair. It was brotherly, and it made you sick to your stomach.
“What are you doing here?”
“Emily said you were back from a case,” he started, unpacking the takeaway from the containers. “And it feels wrong to eat this without you.”
You rolled your eyes and followed him into the kitchen, pulling two forks out of the drawer nearer you and stabbing them in the top of your two cups.
“Hey, I can use chopsticks now,” he said, defending himself against an inside joke. Spencer was always useless with his hands.
“I don't care if you can use them, I care that they don't accidentally end up stabbing me,” you said, taking yourself back to your bedroom, Spencer following.
“You'd hardly die from being stabbed by a wooden chopstick, maybe a papercut or a splinter but-”
“But you're just bad enough that I don't want to risk it.”
You kicked off your shoes again and climbed onto your bed. Spencer followed.
“Remind me again why we aren't sitting on your couch?”
“Uncomfortable.”
“Or at your breakfast bar?”
“Glorified filing cabinet right now. Eat.”
He shook his head but complied, leaning back against your pillows as you both began carefully eating. Silently, you pulled your laptop onto your bed, opened it up, and pressed play on a movie, one you'd seen more than once, and you'd forced Spencer to watch before as well.
In a comfortable, friendly silence, you finished your food. You stretched out in a yawn once and then curled into his side, letting his mumbling voice, repeating the movie lines as they were spoken, lull you softly into sleep.
Spencer knew he had to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to wake you. The movie had finished hours ago, he'd closed the laptop and turned off the bug lights, but he couldn't leave.
Unlike you, he hadn't counted the days that you'd been apart. He hadn't needed to. He knew you'd be waiting there for him when he returned, knew you'd give him a smile and a pat on the back, and immediately start bouncing ideas off of him. It was what he loved about you.
As he laid next to you in your bed, a place he'd absolutely been before, his heart thumped. Just once, but hard.
Even in sleep, you looked exhausted. Your shirt was crumpled, hair a mess, you were still wearing makeup, and he knew he'd probably get an earful for letting you sleep like that in the morning. You were a mess, and he still wanted you.
The thought came to him suddenly, another painful thump of his chest echoing in his mind. He rubbed absent mindedly at his chest as if experiencing heartburn. In the dim light of the room, he let his head drop to the pillow and wrapped two shaky arms around you and pulled you in closer.
The two of you were a picture - both in suits, both with badges still somewhere on your person, both dearly clinging to the person they feared losing the most.
When you woke the next morning, it was actually the afternoon.
“Spencer,” you groaned, melting under the heat of his embrace. Somehow, during the night, he'd rolled on top of you, pressing you into the bed with a delightful pressure, head nuzzled into your neck, arms tucked around your waist.
“Spencer, we should get up,” you said again, forcing your eyelids apart as your mascara tried to glue them together.
“Mmmmhh,” he groaned, moving to pick himself up off you for a minute but lowering himself again. If asked, he'd blame your hand in his hair, stroking the rogue curls gently, as if he were a prized pet and you their carer.
“Spencer, its 2pm.”
“On a Saturday.” You laughed at how pouty his voice sounded, but he complied and rolled off of you slightly, arms still wrapped around you.
“Come on. Get up. I've got some clothes that might fit you, let's get you out of the tweed.”
He huffed but nodded and lifted himself halfway to upright, eyes still closed lazily as he let in the light millimetre by millimetre.
“God, my face feels horrible,” you said, itching at your nose. “How did we even sleep so long like this? My belt is still on, Spencer, my belt.”
“If you were still wearing a weapon, then I'd be worried,” he smiled.
You shot him a sarcastic look and finally detangled yourself, only to clasp his hands and pull him forward as well, letting him trail you to your closet.
“Here, change in the bathroom,” he nodded and walked away, following directions with eyes still closed, as if it were really his apartment and not your own.
100 days without him, and it was as if it had only been 100 hours. Your entire body chemistry changed when he was around, the stick holding your spine rigidly in place, dissolving into calm, into a smile and a free giggle. It felt right again, and you almost forgot you'd ever felt wrong.
After briefly changing, you swapped place with Spencer, who'd exited the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and wet hair.
“Dry it for me?” He asked, sitting on your couch, and you nodded your ascent. A shower and a quick change later, and you were doing just that.
As much as he tried to keep his head upright, it kept lolling onto your thigh, yawns stretching out of him as he nuzzled closer to you.
“Spencer, you're like a big kid, keep your head up.”
“I'm not a kid,” he laughed, hooking his arms behind your knees and nuzzling closer into your soft sweats. “I'm just tired.”
“You're right. A child would probably be better behaved.”
“Our child would be,” he sighed, but you'd already turned the hairdryer back on, drowning out everything. Everything but that thump again. A child, he was thinking about children, and more importantly, he was thinking about your children. With him.
He'd always imagined himself with a family, knowing it would ultimately stay in his imagination. But for a second, his visions changed. It wasn't just a child or two. It was you. Thump.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
He only released the image when you finally pushed his head off of you and stood, turning away from him to get a glass of water from your kitchen.
“So, any plans today? Books to read, papers to mark, undergrads to run away screaming from?” You let the ice water cool your hot cheeks, but kept your back to him. You were hot, embarrassed, and you were looking at him in a sickeningly sweet way that could only be described as love struck or struck dumb.
“No, no, I finished all my obligations at the college yesterday,” he said, following behind you and picking up your cup when you set it down, taking a sip himself.
“I was… I was actually hoping we could spend some time together? Unless you had plans, which is totally fine-”
“No, Spencer, yeah, I have no plans, that's…. Well I have to do laundry, which is a bit boring but, no. No plans.”
“Laundry?”
“Two week case in Florida, I don't know how you didn't smell me yesterday, Spencer. I'd be running for the hills.”
He laughed and stepped away again, grabbing the two go bags by the door and coming back into your space.
“How about we get this done now so we can spend the day in a Who-Trek marathon?”
“Make that a Who-Greys Anatomy Marathon, and you have yourself a deal.”
He pouted again, and you snorted at the sight, taking another sip of water to calm yourself before you could react safely to that face.
“Come on, you know you've been dying to know what happens next at the Grey Sloane Memorial Hospital.”
“I thought it was called the Seattle Grace Mercy?”
“Oh we better get to that laundry now. You have a lot to catch up on.”
Grabbing a bag in one hand and his free hand in your other, you made your way down to your building's laundry room. But despite the man by your side and the relaxing day threatening to stretch ahead of you, a gloom caught you in the corridors.
You'd worked for two weeks, practically solid. You'd killed a man two days ago, or at least someone on your team had multiple shots having been fired. Another day on your job, another unsub felled, and everyone else was content with this just being a part of the job description.
It felt like each step towards the laundry room, each thing you did that was normal, that was regular, threw back in your face the pain you endured to save lives.
The bag in your hand weighed you down, pulling you lower and lower by the second.
You reached the laundry room, and you found the weight almost unbearable, stopping just before you could step in. You didn't have to think about what came next though, because suddenly the bag was out of your hands and Spencer was sorting your laundry for you.
“It's a Saturday, so your neighbour's won't complain if we separate the darks and lights into two machines, will they?” He asked, not looking up at you as he worked pouring out the fabric softener and the detergent. “Y/N?”
You hadn't noticed the lightness in your body until the tears hit your cheeks, the weight gone with his support.
“Y/N, what is it? What's wrong?” He said, hands cupping your face, because of course he was immediately at your side.
“I-I can't do it, Spencer…” your voice shook, pitching upwards, your vision blurring with tears.
“Can't do what, Y/N? Talk to me please, let me help?”
“I can't do laundry!” You said, finally bursting into a full fit of tears and burying your head in his waiting chest.
“L-Laundry?” He said, trying not to laugh, but the smile slipping out anyway now you were holding him.
You only sobbed again, nodding into his shirt, aware you were probably leaving snot all over it but not being able to care. It was your shirt anyway. You would just have to add it back to your laundry pile.
The thought set you off on another wave of sobs, and Spencer set about comforting you again. Keeping an arm wrapped around you, he put his quarters into the machines and set them off before quickly ushering you back up the stairs into your apartment.
“Y/N? Y/N, please talk to me,” he begged, smoothing your hair out of your eyes as you tried to gather yourself.
“I don't…. I can't….” You took a breath again, aware of the way your breathing hitched in your chest as you did.
“I don't think I can do this anymore,” you said, and his eyes widened quickly.
“This? Y/N, if you mean this as in us, then I can't-”
“This job,” you clarified, hands digging into the soft flesh of his arms further as he held you, finally sitting back on your couch.
“The job. Okay, the job. That's okay. We all feel like this at some point.”
You sniffed again and refused to meet his eyes.
“But this isn't like the other times this - It's like my whole b-body is protesting, and I can't sleep, and if I don't, then I might get sloppy and an unsub could-”
“Y/N, focus on my voice. You're spiralling. Listen to my voice, let's take some breaths, and think about this for a second.”
He guided you through some breathing, a hand on your back tapping out beats even as his voice grew quiet.
When you finally relaxed, you were sat on top of him, his hand rubbing circles into your back.
“I think it started when you left,” you whispered. “When you went to Mexico, and then, you know,” you've voice thickened, and you couldn't get the words out.
“And then these last 100 days they've just been…difficult.”
“100…difficult,” he echoed, almost breathless as he listened to you.
“It's like I can't do it without you. I never had to try to do it without you, and now I get what people say when they say this job is shitty, because it is when your best friend isn't there.”
You gave him a weak smile and wiped away your tears, trying to climb from his lap. But his firm arms held you still, and you didn't really want out anyways.
“When I get home, everything is different, and I can't make myself do anything. If you weren't here, I wouldn't have done that laundry. I'd let it sit and avoid it for weeks. Do you understand?”
“Y/N, lots of people feel depressed sometimes-”
“It's not - Spencer, I don't think this is something I can medicate my way out of. I don't know what to do because I can't do my job without you, and I can't be happy doing my job, and if I leave my job I'll be without you and then-”
Your voice cracked again.
“And then I still won't be happy.” The words were barely a whisper, but they were a plea, too. You weren't sure what for.
“You can't be happy without me?” He asked, but it was more a statement than anything else. Spencer felt horrible in that moment as his chest rattled, gleeful that he was your happiness.
“I love you,” he said, outloud finally after eight years.
“I love you, too, Spencer, but-”
“No, Y/N. Listen to me. I. Love. You.” The thumping of his heart set the tempo for the choir that was his senses to begin singing, as he finally leaned forward and kissed you.
“I love you, and I don't care if you're working at the BAU or if you're avoiding laundry at home. I, god, you're amazing and wonderful, and you're a human being, and you've our yourself under so much pressure for the last decade to keep me alive, to keep all of us alive really and….”
He took another breath, leaning into kiss you one more time.
“And you deserve a break.”
“W-When we take breaks, people die.”
“Did anyone die when I was teaching for the last three months? When JJ went on maternity leave?”
You shook your head, but your brain was still a mess.
“You all had reasons, I-”
“You have reasons, too. Y/N…. Y/N, let me be your reason.”
For a moment or two, Spencer truly thought you were going to say no. He thought you would get up and walk away, or better yet, ask him to leave and never come back.
So when you pressed your lips to his, he was sure that this was a dream.
But to you, it was salvation. Spencer Reid's love was the lifeline you'd been thrown, and it was buoyant enough to make you start floating.
His hands kneaded the flesh at your hips as he pulled you closer still to him, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every part of you there.
“Y/N… love…you,” he mumbled with each spare breath he caught, and you only detangled your lips to hear him say it again as he pressed similarly heated kisses against every inch of your exposed skin.
When Spencer's mind lost its ability to create original speech, he leant back on a lifetime of information, of learning love through books and people and marathons with you.
“I know that all I know right now is that I love you. And I know that I always will,” he whispered, lifting you and carrying you back to the bed you'd only crawled from an hour hence.
A hand slid under your shirt, and slowly pushed it over your head, letting it slowly drop to the floor as he held you tenderly.
“To me, you are perfect.”
His mouth found one nipple, and he gently kissed, then suckled at it, hands softly caressing your stomach, feeling along every ridge of you as you writhed under him.
“Of all the FBI Units, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.”
“Spencer,” you said, voice still thick with tears, but these ones more tender, more joyful.
His hand eased your sweats over your ass and off, his hips settling between your legs as if he found the place he was made to lie forever.
“The truth of it is, I’ve loved you from the first second I met you.”
His mouth trailed lower until his tongue hit your clit, brushing against it languidly, as if it was his deepest desire to taste you and nothing else ever again.
His tongue flattened and flicked and pushed inside of you as you replayed his words again and again and again. You found yourself repeating them with him.
“I love you,” you echoed as he pushed a finger inside of you.
“I.. love you,” you gasped as he added another.
“I love you,” you screamed as your back arched up off the bed, finding your pleasure in his tongue, just ad you'd found love in his words.
“You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love….” He freed his cock from his pants, and took it in hand.
“I love…” With another kiss, he pressed the tip of it against you, asking for permission silently as you nodded your head.
“I love you.” He pushed in slowly, but it wouldn't matter how he did it because now you knew how he felt, and you didn't want to return to a time of not knowing.
Hooking your legs around him, Spencer dropped his forehead to yours and looked you directly in the eyes as he began moving. In and out, he thrust, mouth open in a moan of pleasure, likely mirroring your own.
The poetry, the movie lines, they were gone now, and Spencer was left with nothing but you, and love, and love for you.
“Spencer,” you moaned out, and he felt his chest swell. Pride. His name on your tongue, his body pressed to yours, claiming you as his ad you claimed him as yours.
He came with a shudder and you were not far behind, his undoing sending a shiver up your spine as his fingers grazed your clit again.
You sat panting for a minute, still attached, still forehead to forehead.
You weren't sure if it was him who giggled first or if it was you, but you were glad it was one of you.
You spent the rest of the night, the rest of the weekend, wrapped in his warmth, dressed in his love, taking each day a step at a time as you basked in his adoration.
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Boundaries? Never heard of them.
Growing up with Theo had desensitized you to things, like how he was always holding your hand, or how he insisted on cuddling anytime you were to sit down on a couch together, or how he would kiss you on the cheek hello or goodbye, except the kiss was hardly on your cheek and right at the corner of your mouth.
Sure, you were aware how the relationship between the two of you was not the average one of two best friends, but you didn't really mind it. You had gotten used to it, it felt weird to even think about things between the both of you being any different.
It was only when Theo got a girlfriend did you realize things would have to change, much to your dismay, and to Theo's too apparently.
"What'd you mean I can't hold your hand anymore?" Theodore looked taken nearly offended as he said those words, his face twisting in confusion and distaste.
"Theo, you have a girlfriend now." You say, wrapping your arms around your middle uncomfortably. "We can't just hold hands all the time, or at all."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Next thing I know you're going to tell me we can't cuddle during movie nights or when I sleep over."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you!" You exclaim, tired from having to reiterate the same thing over and over. "And from now on we shouldn't even be sleeping in the same bed at sleep overs, if your girlfriend would even be comfortable with us having sleepovers"
"You're being ridiculous, Angel, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
"I'm being serious, Theo, I'm setting boundaries now that you've got a girlfriend, and another thing on that list is calling me Angel." Theodore frowned harder(if that was even possible) looking taken aback by your words and down right offended.
"Boundaries? Not calling you a name I've called you since we were kids?" Theo took a step closer, which was really a problem since he had already been to close to begin with. Now he towered over you more than usual, bringing his hands up he rested them on your neck, his thumbs coming up over your jaw as he held your face close to his. His eyes were narrowed and scanning your face as though looking for something, "Has someone casted a charm on you? Maybe some potion. Either way, you're being weird and I don't like it."
"I'm being weird?! I'm not being weird!" You insisted, and you knew you should shove his hands off you, push him away or take a step back...but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You'd always liked his touch much more than a friend should. "Y-you're the weird one! Thinking we could continue as we are while you have a girlfriend."
"Why would we change anything?" He asked, as though he was truly confused. "I like the way things are between us."
"Well I can't imagine your girlfriend likes the way things are. I'm sure that if I had a boyfriend he wouldn't like how things are." You had mumbled the last part under your breath, an after thought to your previous sentence, still Theo heard it and his confusion and annoyance turned to something darker.
"Boyfriend?" He questioned, his voice low and more gravely that usual. "What's you having a boyfriend got to do with anything? You, you don't have one do you? No boy here is good enough for you, and I wouldn't change my ways for some sleaze like him."
Theos words had been harsh, a sharp edge to them as he spoke, he'd never spoken like that before, at least not to you. It was odd, he seemed mad at the thought of you having a boyfriend, outraged even, the emotions just simmering beneath the surface.
"No, Theo, I don't have a boyfriend," He looked to deflate a little at this, relaxing slightly, "It's not like I could have gotten one anyway, everyone thought we were dating from the way we acted, and it didn't help that you practically growled at any guy that would try to come up to me." You scoff, annoyed but Theo seemed the opposite, his lips quirking up in a small smirk.
"Was that so bad though? It's not like any of them were good enough for your attention anyways." His hands slid from your neck down to your waist as he seemed to pull you closer.
"Look, we're getting off track. We need to set some boundaries." You press your hands against his chest and push him off you gently, he seems to allow this and walks back a few steps before taking a seat on the edge of your bed and staring up at you. You blushed slightly from the way he was looking at you.
Theo groaned and rolled his eyes, "I still don't see why we need those."
"Because you have a girlfriend for crying out loud!" You say, exasperated form having to repeat yourself, "How would you feel if your girlfriend, the girl you like, had a friend that was overly touchy and clingy and borderline cheating on you with him?"
This seemed to stump him, "The girl I like?" He muttered to himself, then his eyes trailed back to you and his jaw clenched. "No...no I wouldn't like that at all."
"See! That's what I mean. That's likely what your girlfriend is feeling about how we are with each other." But Theo didn't seem like he was really listening at this point.
Inside his head, a switch had flipped for him and he realized something. His eyes widening, lips parting, and cheeks heating up slightly and he turned to look up at you through his eye lashes.
"Shit." He murmured, staring at you and his pupils seemed to dilate. It was like he was seeing you in a whole new light, you were as beautiful as you ever were, the same angel he thought you were all those years ago, but now he realized it was so much more than looked with you. And he was stupid to think this was how best friends were with each other.
Really, could he be any more daft? Standing up, he stalked towards you, like a predator hunting it's prey. He didn't stop until he was closer than before, his hands cradling your head on each side and pulling you close.
His face was right above yours, your noses nearly touching and your breaths mingling. "I'm an idiot." He muttered, his eyes getting lost in yours. "A stupid and blind idiot." His forehead dropped down to yours and he closed his eyes. "And I'm sorry."
Before you could register what was going on his lips were on yours, his hands holding your head tightly against his as he kissed you. You had tried your best not to give in, but you couldn't help yourself because it was the one boy you had liked all your life, finally kissing you, and like his life depended on it at that.
So, you kissed him back, arms twining around his neck and bringing him impossibly closer. One of your hands threaded through the hair on the back of his head and you gripped it tightly and he groaned before kissing you harder.
Then, as fast as it had begun, it ended. He pulled away, cheeks blotchy and red and pupils so big you could hardly see the blue green color of his eyes. "I'm going to fix this. Then I'll be right back." He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, "Don't leave." And then another kiss and then he was gone, your dorm door slamming shut behind him as you stood in stunned silence.
A hand lifted to your face and I gently touched your lips, you were sure you looked like a tomato, and your mind was reeling. That wasn't how things were supposed to go...at all.
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Hello! How you doing? I hope you're having a great day :D
I have a small request based on a funny picture I saw on twitter, where reader asks their crush/lover "Do you like sleeping?" and they're like "...yes?" then reader says "Wow, me too... We should try it together sometime"
I just can't choose which mk1 character, since I love all of them lmao. So I'll leave that up to you! Can be with anyone, sfw or not! your pick :p
Nap Time?
Yip notes: Hello! I’m doing alright, hope you are doing lovely （＾∇＾). This seems like such a fun idea. And you are letting me pick! Got me squealing.
Pairings: Tomas, Havik, Rain, Reiko x Afab reader
Warnings ‼️:NSFW, choking, biting, overstimulation (a bit), many positions
Tomas
Why would you ever trust Johnny to give you good advice? Trusting Johnny is a gamble, especially when you ask him for dating advice.
You were unsure of how to flirt with someone so you had to ask Johnny for help. And the help he gave you…was in the form of memes from Instagram and Twitter. He swore to you up and down that this would work on Tomas. You believed him, just like that?
So you tried it out. It might kill you to try to flirt but at least you made an effort to do so. You were a little nervous as you approached Tomas who was supervising the initiates. Immediately when he saw you he broke out into a smile. Your heart was going crazy from just looking at him. You didn’t realize the loving look in his eyes every time he stared at you. You two had a casual conversation for a bit, just the usual. You took a deep breath and tried remembering which pickup line you would use on Tomas. Something that will capture his attention but won’t be too forward.
“So…uh…do you like sleeping?” you asked.
He looked at you, his eyebrow cocked up in confusion, “…yes?”
“Wow, me too…we should try it together sometime.”
That was too forward girl! I thought you would be better than me.
You put your head down in shame before quickly walking off. A walk of shame if you will. That meant however that you missed Tomas’ reaction to your flirting. It was super effective! He knew what you meant because Johnny told him before. Thanks, Johnny. He went from his usual pale self to a shade of pink that only a rose could replicate. You’re just gonna leave him like that? All flustered like you didn’t just ask him to sleep with you. He didn’t know you felt that way about him.
You left him in an uncomfortable position. He couldn’t go find you because he had to supervise the initiates. But he was also trying to keep his composure and not think too much about being in bed with you. He can’t think about how his hands would be all over you, feeling your soft skin as his body is pressed against yours. Ah, too late he’s hard just from that. Pathetic. Better hide that.
The moment the initiates were done training he went looking for you. You were in your room, groaning into your pillows from the embarrassment you still were feeling. You thought this memory would haunt you forever. Oh how wrong you were.
Tomas was knocking on your door, still trying his best to keep his composure. You got up and opened the door. Before you could try to apologize for what you said he asked you something.
“Were you being serious? Please tell me you were being serious.” He said in desperation.
You were shocked. The pickup line worked? And he wanted you to be serious? Alright, ain’t you a winner.
You nodded your head and that’s all Tomas needed. He pushed his way into your room and only then did you notice his boner. It’s really hard to hide it with the uniform he has on. Well, go on, fix it. You started the war you better finish it. Get in bed! Scratch that, he will carry you to bed.
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Your groans of embarrassment soon became groans of pleasure. And pants. And moans. And whimpers. Everything actually.
The pickup line sure did work. It got Tomas into bed with you, naked and desperate to pleasure himself with your body. You heard him groan and whimper every time he thrusted into you. He had you on your side with his chest pressed against your back and his hand on your thigh. He held your right leg up to have easier access to your pussy. His other arm was wrapped around your neck. He wasn’t choking you but holding you in place. He could choke you if that’s what you want.
You had no idea how long you guys were at it. It was like one second he was carrying you to your bed, the next he was ripping your clothes off, and now he had his dick inside of you. The dick must be good considering you were drooling in seconds and could only focus on how much he was stretching you out.
Don’t count yourself short because Tomas is just as dazed as you. Your pussy was as warm and tight as he imagined. When he first slid his cock in he let out a satisfied sigh, like he was relieved to feel your pussy squeezing him. The passion he was putting into each thrust was phenomenal. It’s like he was trying to fuck his love into you. That love sure was hitting your g-spot and making your moans go up a pitch. Soon your leg was shaking and you were telling him not to stop. He wasn’t planning on it. Tomas was as close as you were.
That pleasure was becoming greater and you both couldn’t handle it. One more deep thrust into you and you both were finished. You heard Tomas let out whimpers and moans as he came inside you. He was still thrusting a little which pushed the cum further into you. You would have been moaning as well if it weren’t for the fact that Tomas started choking you with his arm. You were not complaining. The lack of oxygen with your orgasm was the best feeling you have ever had. You could have sworn that the heavens opened and you were looking at the angels who looked down at you and asked ‘Is he gonna put a ring on it?’ Tomas better put a ring on it because you don’t ever want him leaving your side. Neither does he.
Tomas finally let you breathe once he realized he was choking you which you thanked him for doing. Like the gentleman he is he checked and asked if he hurt you anywhere. You told him to not worry and that you were fine. Once that was over he pulled you close to him and gave you kisses all over your face. He could stay here for hours with you so he could cuddle and kiss you. That lovemaking session sure did a number on you guys. It tired you out that you were soon falling asleep in his arms.
Looks like you slept with Tomas in both ways.
Havik
You’re trying to flirt with Havik? Right…how well do you think that will go for you?
Havik is not an idiot but some things go flying over his head. Using unfamiliar terms might not hit the mark. You have to be blunt essentially. But it’s hard to be blunt about wanting Havik to be your partner and asking to have sex with him. Whoever could do that is a maniac or just extremely bold. That’s not you. So the best you could do is flirt and hope it hits the mark.
You approached him as he was in the middle of looking at weapons. That mace is looking really nice to him. Whatever, you’re there now and you seem to be asking for his attention. Not literally, you were actually staring up at him until he noticed your presence.
“What?” He asked.
“I have a question for you.” You replied in a shy tone.
He fully turned his attention towards you, curious as to what you had to say considering you never got this shy before.
“So…uh…do you like sleeping?”
“…yes, why do you ask?” Don’t fuck with him. Havik has no clue what you are getting at.
“Wow, me too…we should try it together sometime.”
There was a silence that followed. A long, uncomfortable silence followed as he stared at you. His head tilted to the side a little to indicate his confusion. This might have been a failure on your part. What were you thinking? You turned around to walk away only to be grabbed by the back of your shirt by Havik. He pulled you back and held you up by your shirt. You can’t walk away after saying something so confusing to him.
“What does that even mean?” Havik interrogated you.
You didn’t want to answer him. This situation was already incredibly embarrassing for you and it doesn’t help that he wanted you to explain it to him. You begged him to forget what you said and put you down already. Havik was not gonna listen, even you knew that. He wouldn’t let you down until you told him what you meant. In a moment of chaos and stress you blurted out the truth.
“I want to have sex with you!”
I mean I would have lied but good on you for being truthful.
There was silence once more. You watched as Havik squinted his eyes. You were unsure of what he was doing until you heard him let out a dark chuckle. If his face weren’t mutilated you would be able to see that he was smiling. But since he has a permanent smile on his face it probably works out.
“Why didn’t you say so? We could do that right now.” He said with pure delight. Get to it!
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You knew Havik was a freak but you didn’t expect him to be this freaky. Who would have thought that the first position he would pick to do you in was the mating press.
Eight inches slamming into you, damn! Of course, he was going rough. He pushed your legs back as far as they could go so he could go as deep as he could. You were already crying and panting in the first few minutes. He made sure you kept looking up at him. He wanted to see every expression you made and watch every tear slip down your face. Watching your eyes roll back every time he slammed into your g-spot made him want to devour you even more.
Havik was beyond reason. His mind was only on one thing and that was fucking your pussy. You had to stay exactly how he wanted to. Every time you tried to look away from him he grabbed your face and forced you to look at him again. He wouldn’t let go until he got a nice reaction out of you.
“Aww, what a pretty face. I wonder what face you will make when I do this?”
You felt his hand wrap around your throat. Your eyes widened as you stared up at him. The excitement in his eyes was apparent. He squeezed tighter and went rougher. With the position you were in combined with everything else he was doing; it was no shock that you ended up cumming. Strained moans left your mouth as your eyes rolled back. Drool and tears were slipping down your face. Your hands could not take Havik’s hand away from your throat. You were forced to cum on his cock as he choked the life out of you. Sounds started to grow duller but the orgasm you felt was heightened. Every stroke was felt, his dick was hitting every spot down there. You could not ignore the painful pleasure you felt. And when it seemed like you were about to pass out, he let go.
You were trying to catch your breath but it was difficult since he was still fucking you. You were catching your breath in between moans and pants that were hoarse from being choked. Luckily for you, he was close. One, two, three more thrusts and he was golden. He slammed so hard and deep inside you that you could have sworn that he hit your cervix. Havik let out this loud groan that seemed to drag out. His tongue stuck out, causing some of his saliva to drip down onto you. Oh, he was satisfied alright.
Once his little moment of nature’s pleasure was over he pulled out and immediately collapsed onto you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. Tonight, you will be his pillow. You have no choice he is too big to move. Plus he wants to stay in this position with you. You are his girlfriend now. You both had sex that’s how it goes, at least in his head that’s how it works. You heard him lightly snore away. You were happy with the outcome of your pickup line. It worked incredibly well. You slowly started to fall asleep as you held Havik in your arms.
Be careful he drools in his sleep. Wait, never mind, he’s chewing on your titty in his sleep. That’s a bigger issue. At least he does it lightly.
Rain
Ah, going after the high mage himself. It’s an interesting choice to pick a man who might have never felt the touch of a woman other than his mother.
If only you had his confidence you could be better when it comes to flirting with him. Hiding behind a pillar and watching him do magic does not count as flirting. You can talk to Rain but if you try to suggest something or flirt you freeze up. He’ll ask you if you’re alright, you’ll lie and say you’re fine before walking off, and the cycle repeats.
But maybe this time will be different. When the tournament was going on you heard in the background one of the Earthrealmers, probably Johnny, using a certain pickup line on Kitana. It seemed to work since it got a laugh out of her. So it has to work for you, right? You could only hope that this man will get it.
The next time you saw him you ran up to him with a smile on your face. Rain was delighted to see you again. You always manage to make him feel warm on the inside. You get him thinking about you instead of his studies or his duties. You’ll most likely do the same right now. The conversation is going well and you’ve made him smile. Go in for the kill!
“So…uh…do you like sleeping?” you asked awkwardly.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “…yes? I would imagine everyone does.”
“Wow, me too…we should try it together sometime.”
The silence was loud.
“You have your own bed, why would you need to sleep together?”
For a smartass he sure can be a dumbass.
You were beyond crushed. Just like usual you froze up. You didn’t give Rain a chance to ask if you were okay, you walked off quickly. You left him standing there, confused and unsure if he did anything wrong.
The rest of the day went on. You stayed hidden in your room after that embarrassing fail. Rain consulted with Mileena and Kitana about what just happened. He went on and on about how he didn’t understand what you meant. He was confused about why you wanted to sleep in his bed. When Kitana asked exactly what you said Rain relayed the pickup line. In a matter of seconds, Kitana and Mileena’s faces changed. They knew what you meant. Rain saw the look they were giving him and asked what was wrong now.
“Rain,” Kitana started, “She was flirting with you.”
“She was asking to sleep with you. You know…” Mileena made the gesture with her fingers that indicated what she meant.
Computing…computing…loading…load-SEX! YOU MEANT SEX!
“By Argus, why didn’t she just say that!?” Because that’s not casual, Rain.
Rain booked it out of there, almost forgetting his water staff in the process. He was at your door in minutes. He kept banging on it with little regard for his hand. You groaned as you picked your head up from your bed. You quickly opened the door thinking there was an emergency.
“Be more direct next time.” Rain said as he pushed his way into your bedroom.
Shall we begin the party?
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He can be an idiot at times he will admit that. Let him make it up by taking care of you.
You were facing Rain as he had you on his lap. He thrusted into you mindlessly while his mouth was occupied with your nipple. Everything about you was soft to him. He couldn’t get enough of your skin. His hands wandered all over before wrapping his arms around your waist. Occasionally his hands would move down just to get a handful of your ass. It’s too tempting how could he not squeeze it.
Your breasts were doing wonders for this man. The moment he saw them he pulled you in so he could shove his face in between them. He looked so peaceful as he sucked on your nipple. Your breasts have become his new happy place. Your fingers ran through his hair which made this more pleasurable for him. He doesn’t want this to end.
You sure were enjoying yourself. With the position you were in you were sitting right on seven inches. Seven inches that was going in and out of you at a steady rhythm. Don’t forget the fact that your clit was being rubbed every time he thrusted into you. Hell even when he took a breather and you would start grinding, your clit was getting the attention it needed. You were in a drunken daze, whimpering and pants with each thrust. It felt like his cock was reaching into your stomach. Every time he hit your g-spot you would twitch and bring his face closer to your breasts. You’re suffocating the poor man but he loves it.
Why Rain is so good at this is a mystery. A mystery you don’t care to solve you are happy with living in this cock drunken state.
This party must come to an end. You both had your fun and you couldn’t hold back your orgasm. You felt Rain’s cock twitch inside you, letting you know he was close. You made him look up at you. You saw how his eyes twinkled when he stared up at you. That look encouraged you to start kissing him passionately as the orgasm hit you both. Hot strings of cum shot into you as your pussy clenched around his cock. Both your moans were being muffled by the kiss luckily.
He held you in his arms for a while as your both caught your breath. You got off his lap and immediately collapsed onto your bed. Rain quickly came to your side and brought you in close. He had your head resting on his chest, allowing you to listen to his heartbeat. His heart was beating for you.
What a romantic evening.
Reiko
Going after a man who only knows war? You’re just brave at this point.
This has to be easy, right? Not many ladies are brave enough to ask out any Outworld soldier, let alone the lieutenant himself. The girls who were brave enough to ask Reiko out were either turned down or he didn’t understand what they were doing. The fact is there are no other ladies trying to go after your man. They see it as a losing game while you see it as a challenge.
You spotted him out on the training grounds with other soldiers. You ran nearby and watching from a distance as he took down his fellow soldiers. Once Reiko noticed that you were there you waved him over. He told everyone to take a quick break as he walked over to you. Once he was right in front of you he questioned why you were around and why you seemed to be waiting for him. You told him you had a question for him.
“So…uh…do you like sleeping?” you said with some confidence.
“…yes? Sleep is important to a man like me.”
“Wow, me too…we should try it sometimes.” You finished with less confidence.
“You don’t want to sleep with me.”
“Oh…” You were quiet for a bit before deciding to walk off.
His skull is too thick I fear.
Reiko stared at you before turning around. His soldiers looked at him like he was crazy. He asked them what they were looking at. They started yelling at him that he fumbled so hard. They asked if he really didn’t want to have sex with a pretty lady like you. They said Reiko was so lucky to be flirted with by you.
“Sex? She didn’t ask to have sex with me. She asked to sleep with me.” He replied.
“It’s the same thing!” They yelled back in unison.
“That’s just stupid! If she just said sex I would have said yes!” Too late, idiot!
Reiko was upset by everyone and everything. He decided to visit you once he was done training with the other soldiers. He found your home and like the weird brute he is, he climbed up to your window. You heard tapping at your window as you were getting ready for bed. You were surprised to see Reiko at your windowsill. You opened the window immediately to let him in.
“Is it really that difficult to ask for sex?” For a man like him, probably not.
You don’t need to do much to get Reiko started, your nightgown was doing the work for you.
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Oo look how strong Reiko is. Holding you up as he fucks you against the wall, show off.
He needed to show you how much of a man he was. He’s an idiot, not a heathen who doesn’t need sex. Everyone needs a little bit of fun.
His lips were attacking your lips in a rough kiss as his body pinned your body against your bedroom wall. He held onto your legs and kept them wide open as he thrusted into you. His thrusts were angled a little to allow him to rub against your clit. When it comes to sex, Reiko gives it his all. He never wants to lack. So he’s gonna make sure this will be a night you remember.
You sure will remember. Your pussy will definitely remember and crave his cock again. You will remember how its curved shape was a glorious feeling. Combined with his thick size you won’t be needing any other man. He stretched you out that the pain was pleasurable.
Reiko is a rough lover in general so his thrusts were just as rough. All you can hear is the sound of skin slapping, wet sounds, and heavy breathing. You felt his teeth lightly biting down on your lower lip. He didn’t want to ruin your perfect lip so he moved down to your neck. His teeth sank into your soft skin, littering it with marks. Bite marks were appearing all over your neck and shoulders. Each time he marked you his tongue would run over the mark he just made.
“You’re going to look so pretty when I’m done with you. Can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions when they see that you’re my lady now.” He is such a cocky bastard.
You were loopy but were on cloud nine. The pain and pleasure were a devious combination. It’s a high. A high you could only get from Reiko. He is your drug that leaves evidence of his effects on you.
Highs have to end eventually. You started panting fast as you got closer to cumming. Reiko watched your face as he went faster. Your head went back against the wall while your eyes began to shut tight. Your lovely moans came flowing out of your mouth and into Reiko’s ears. He thought the only noise he ever liked was the sound of his enemies dying. But it seems like you’ve proven him wrong.
Your body went somewhat limp but he still held you up. He’s not done yet. He was still pounding away, feeling how your pussy grew wetting to the point it was dripping. He made you stare up at him as he kept fucking you. He wanted to watch you lose yourself more from this. The sight of your eyes growing wet from being overstimulated was delicious to him. It was enough to send him over the edge. You saw the satisfied smile on his face as his cum filled up your pussy. He was trying to shove it as deep as he could like he was trying to mark you even more.
He held you in his arms as he pulled out. His cum was dripping out of you and onto the floor. Whatever, you guys can clean it up in the morning. You both need rest after that rough session. He placed you lightly on the bed before getting in himself. He laid on his back with one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around your body. Reiko was a satisfied man. What would make him even more satisfied was if you asked to be his girlfriend. You need to be blunt when you ask that one.
Give this man a cigarette he is giving off that energy.
Yap notes: WOO DOGGY THAT WAS A LOT. Had to put my mind into it. Thank you for letting me pick I’m glad to do more of my favorite/ underrated men! It was enjoyable to write. Now I need a nap. Adiós!
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More thinking about being assimilated into the retired 141 polycule.
[part one]
Soap opens the door, dragging you out of the bedroom’s soft dimness into semi darkness. The only way you know that you’re walking down a corridor is the light at the other end, coming from down stairs. Gaz is following so closely behind that he’s nearly catching your heels, his hands hovering by your shoulders in case you stumble as Soap leads the way downstairs.
You emerge into a kitchen, filled with the sound of a kettle about to boil. Soap glances back at you, making sure you made it down behind him okay, leaving Gaz free to brush past the pair of you, to greet the man waiting in the kitchen.
‘Morning, John.’ Gaz embraces John from behind, grabbing at his loose shirt to pull it tight around his body. Soap sees you swallow as Gaz shows off the muscles in John’s back, highlighted under the taut material of his sleep shirt.
‘Mornin,’ John grumbles, in the same husky voice as before. Soap pulls you close to him, leaning your heads against each other as you both watch John turn to kiss Gaz, the pair murmuring something between them as the kettle clicks, and steam curls out of the spout.
John is the one to break away from the cuddle, leaving Gaz take over the tea as he turns to face you. ‘This our guest, then?’
‘It is.’ You nod your head, feeling Soap step back as John approaches, his feet scuffing as he drags them on the floor.
John reaches out, gently cupping your wrist before sliding his fingers down to your hand, and lifting it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. ‘A pleasure to finally meet you.’
‘Come off it.’ Soap pulls your hand free, replacing it with his own as he kissed John’s cheek. ‘Why don’t you go down and let Simon in?’
‘Why don’t you?’ Price pulls Soap close and makes him kiss him properly, twisting their bodies so you can see it all, before pointing Soap in the direction of the door.
‘Don’t wanna. Wanna stay here.’ Soap pushes back, reaching towards you.
Gaz chuckles in your ear as you watch the bickering begin to unfold. ‘Come on, you don’t need to see this. Come have a seat.’
Gaz guides you with a hand on your back, steering you out of the kitchen and into the living room. He sets you down on the well loved sofa cushions, hovering over you for a second too long for you to not ask.
‘Want a kiss?’
He doesn’t reply verbally, just taking what was offered, and then another, before the third is interpreted by a smack on someone’s ass, and Soap hurrying past, covering his flushing cheeks.
‘Aww, look at him…’ Gaz chuckles, glancing back as John emerges in Soap’s wake.
‘Aren’t you meant to be making tea?’
‘It’s brewing.’ Gaz grumbles, but slips back towards the kitchen, leaving you alone with John.
‘Hey.’
‘Hi.’
‘May I?’ He gestures to the seat next to you.
‘Yeah.’
He sinks down next you you, throwing an arm on the back of the sofa, just behind your shoulders. You tilt your head back, resting it in the crook of his elbow.
He chuckles. ‘You’re something else, aren’t you?’
‘I am.’ You confirm, meeting his eyes when he turns his head to look at you.
‘You know,’ he leans in close, and lowers his voice, ‘you sounded delightful last night.’
You gasp, covering your mouth as you scramble through the blurry memories of last night trying to remember what you had done for him to overhear.
He chuckles again, brushing a finger down the side of your face, about to say something else, when Gaz sets two mugs of tea down on the coffee table.
‘Think you’re mistaken, there. That was all Soap.’ Gaz passes a third cup to you, before sitting on your other side. ‘He gets real high pitched when you fuck him right.’
‘I wasn’t talking about high pitched...’ Price grumbles, reaching down to get his own tea as Gaz opens his arms and lets you lean into them.
‘Is that true?’ You whisper.
‘What?’
‘About soap.’
‘Course it is. We can show you how, if you want.’
‘You’d do that for me?’
‘Of course, for you. And for soap, because he enjoys it like nothing else.’
‘And we like watching him get fucked.’ John chimes in, sliding his arm down to rest on your thigh, gently squeezing.
‘All of you?’
They both nod.
‘We could ask Simon to show you, when he gets up.’
‘It’s…’ you glance around, spying a clock on the wall, reading half seven. ‘Too early for that, surely.’
‘That clocks broken, love.’ John flips his phone screen to you, showing that the time is closer to ten thirty. ‘But, we can always do it later, if you prefer.’
‘If you want to stay, of course.’ Gaz supplies, behind you.
‘You’ve made me curious, of course I’m staying.’ You sip your tea, gently blowing over the rim of the cup to cool it each time.
‘Staying?’ John glances at Gaz over your shoulder. ‘For today, or…’
‘I mean… however long it’s okay for me to stay,’ you hurry out, suddenly embarrassed to have overstepped.
‘No, no, it’s fine, love.’ Gaz hushes you, slowly getting you to sit up. ‘That’s not what he meant.’
‘Oh… okay.’ You settle, glancing between the two men to see who will speak first.
‘You might have worked out that we don’t exactly have a typical relationship.’ Gaz starts.
‘Yeah, I got that.’ You nod. ‘You’re… poly?’
‘Yeah. We’re all together in a polycule.’ John nods, seeming glad that you had already figured out something along the right lines.
‘Fuck, that is not what we’re calling it. We agreed on this, Price.’
‘It’s what it is, Kyle, don’t start this again…’
‘It just sounds so formal and pretentious…’
‘Wait,’ you gasp, ‘your name is Kyle?’
‘Yeah. Something wrong with that?’
You shake your head. ‘Just never saw myself living with a Kyle.’
‘So you’re in?’ John leans towards you.
‘If you’ll have me.’
‘Course we’ll fucking have you…’ Gaz kisses you, as John snags your tea away to our on the table before it gets spilled. Just in time, as Gaz shoved you back into Price’s lap, your arms thrown over his shoulders as you realise Gaz isn’t going to let you breathe, until John pulls him away, letting your head fall back on his chest as he pulls Gaz up for himself, cradling his face between his hands as he takes kiss after kiss after kiss from Gaz, before they lean down and take kiss after kiss from you, before the door bangs open.
‘We’re back!’ Soap hurries into the room, stopping short when he sees what’s going on. ‘Fuck, Si we interrupted them!’ He calls over his shoulder, before coming over for a kiss of his own, as the as of yet unseen Simon enters the room.
‘I have hunted and gathered.’ Simon holds up a plastic bag, the smell of bacon and chips slowly filling the room.
‘Oh get in.’ Gaz fist pumps the air, pulling you up as Simon comes closer to the couch.
‘Hi.’ He holds is hand out to you.
‘Hi. Nice to meet you.’ You shake hands.
‘It is.’ He smiles, eyes crinkling above the black surgical mask he’s wearing.
‘Come on, Si, I’ll give you a hand.’ John stands up from the sofa, taking Simon into the kitchen, as Soap eagerly takes his place.
‘So, what’s the word?’ He looks expectantly at Gaz.
‘You’re in, aren’t you, love?’ Gaz looks at you, and you suddenly wonder if Soap’s departure was a set up for Gaz and Price to give you that invitation.
‘Yeah. I’m in.’ You nod. Who gives a fuck if it was a set up. You’re in now, and you’re not leaving any time soon.
‘Fuckin beautiful.’ Soap presses a kiss to your shoulder. ‘Knew you would be.’
‘You did?’
‘Course I did. Just sauntered up, bought both of us a drink like it was nothing.’
‘You can’t call tequila love at first sight, Soap.’
‘You’re calling rum love at first sight, what’s the difference?’ Soap snipes back at Gaz over your head, and you break out laughing.
‘If I’d known it was going to lead me here, I would have sat on your dicks right there at the bar.’
‘What at the same time?’ Gaz mocks shock, before pulling you close, burying his face in your shoulder as he squeezes you tight. ‘Fuck I’m glad we met.’
‘Me too.’ Soap wrapped his arms around you too, sighing happily as you sank into them.
‘Oi, love birds. Food’s here.’ Simon breaks you up, setting sauces down on the table as he doles out the sandwiches. ‘Bacon, chips, chips, bacon for price when he’s done wanking in the kitchen, and bacon for me.’
‘You want me to spit in your tea, Simon?’ John calls out from the kitchen.
‘Don’t ask that, you might be surprised.’ Simon returns, before you all open your sandwiches and tuck in.
It’s quiet as you eat. Gaz and Soap on either side of you, Simon only looking away from you when John returns from the kitchen with his tea. Simon lets John sit next to him, the pair leaning on each other as they put away a bacon butty.
John does so quicker than anyone else, so as soon as Gaz and Soap are both left licking sauces from their fingers, he’s standing up. ‘Come on, you two. We’ve got to get a start on cleaning up.’
They grumble but go with him, taking paper wrappers and empty cups with them. You suspect that cleaning didn’t need three people, rather this was an excuse for you to be alone with Simon.
He leans forward, grinning lazily at you, the full expression visible now that he’d ditched the mask. ‘John told me that you’re in.’
‘John told me that you’d fuck soap and let me watch.’ The words spill out of your mouth before you’ve really thought about them, but it makes him smile more.
‘Did he?’
‘Yes, he did.’
‘And do you want me to do that?’
‘Yes. Very much yes.’
He sits back, spreading his legs wide. ‘Then you ditch those borrowed clothes, get on my lap, and earn it.’
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Well, hello and welcome to the madhouse. @sock-1574, your wish is my command, here's a quick _v2 for this short. I wrote it at 10pm and it's unedited, forgive me if you find mistakes. Also, f!reader.
In his sleep, Simon turned to wrap an arm around your waist to pull you against his body, a completely casual move that he had done so many times in the past. He just wanted to warm up a little in the chilly room, because despite the thick blanket you insisted on using, he could still use a little help. But his eyes opened when he realized you weren’t there next to him. It was odd.
When he heard something break downstairs, he jumped out of bed, his instincts kicking in right away. It didn’t sound like a window breaking, more like a mug or a glass landing on the tiles. What were you even doing in the kitchen a little past two in the morning? He called out your name as he walked down the stairs several times, but there was no response. He heard a groan, then some soft sobbing, which made him believe something was wrong.
By the time he entered the kitchen, you were sitting on the floor with your head between your knees, a hand gripping the back of your neck as you cried. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Nothing, you didn’t even look at him. “Hey, come on, tell me. What’s wrong?”
“It hurts,” you mumbled through your tears.
“What hurts?”
“My head.”
“Anything else?”
“I’m dizzy, I feel like I could faint any second. I wanted to drink from your favorite mug and I broke it, I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t give a damn about that bloody mug,” Simon said with a nervous sigh as he took your hand. “The hospital is ten minutes away, it’s faster if I take you there myself. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
He helped you up, but after only a few steps, he felt your body becoming heavier as you lost consciousness. Without thinking, he picked you up and grabbed the car keys from the table by the front door. The hospital was close to their house, he would get there sooner than the ambulance would arrive. It was a miracle that no cop stopped him because he drove like some maniac. He was in a hurry since you were still unresponsive, and deep down he was expecting the worst.
What if you wouldn’t survive whatever this was?
Once he got there and a doctor noticed what state you were in, they quickly took you from him to run some tests on you while someone asked him questions. Questions he didn’t really know the answer to. You seemed fine when you had gone to sleep, all he knew was that you had this terrible headache in the middle of the night.
They didn’t tell him anything apart from the info that they were doing some scans. He bought a coffee and sat in the waiting room, his mind in overdrive from the events of the past hour. And then that hour became two, and just when he was losing hope someone would finally tell him what the hell was happening, a doctor showed up and asked for your relative.
“I’m her boyfriend, what’s happening to her?” he replied when they asked him who he was.
“An aneurysm in her brain. Well, two, but only one ruptured. We will take her to the OR now and see what we can do,” the doctor explained. “It will take a long time, you might want to go home. We will call you once we know more.”
“I’d rather stay. And I’ll call her parents, I’m sure they would like to be here.”
The doctor nodded then left to focus on your surgery. This left Simon alone in the waiting room again with his face buried in his hands as he tried to fight back the tears. He had to be strong. He couldn’t fall apart. He was supposed to tell your parents that you were in there because of a damn aneurysm. He knew those things were deadly, but you were still alive, fighting.
After talking to your parents, he sent Price a message, telling him that there was no way he would leave your side for god knows how long. He was considering writing to Johnny too, but in the end he decided not to. The two of you were friends, he would be worried for sure. At least one of them had to stay sharp, especially if he happened to go on a mission before you got better.
What he wasn’t expecting was Price showing up a bit over an hour after he had sent the message. The Captain greeted him quickly then pulled him into a hug. Simon had no idea how badly he needed that, how much he craved physical contact at this point. It grounded him, made him focus on the present, not on the possible worst outcomes. Because his mind had been full of what ifs, like what if you died, what would he tell your parents and friends? It would mean he failed to do the one thing he promised to do–to protect you from harm.
“You’re spiraling, Simon,” Price said as they sat down.
The lieutenant nodded. “It’s hard to do anything else in this place. She’s been in surgery for two hours now, I don’t know how it’s going, her parents aren’t here yet. What will I tell them?”
With a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, Price took a deep breath. “You wrote me it was an aneurysm. Those things can be hidden for decades. No one knew it was there, there’s no warning sign as far as I know, and let’s not forget that you brought her here in time. She’ll pull through, don’t worry,” he said.
They sat there in silence for quite a while, but it was the sort of comforting silence that Simon truly needed now. And then, just when he was about to go and ask someone if they knew anything, the doctor showed up again. “Mr. Riley? She is out of surgery for now. She will need a lot of rest here in the hospital, and it will take some time to see if there is any kind of brain damage. She is okay now, but I need you to understand that a lot of patients with this problem don’t survive for long. We will do everything we can, and it is a good thing you brought her in so soon after the first symptoms. I am… cautiously optimistic.”
“Thank you, doctor,” he said with a relieved sigh. “Can I see her?”
“Yes, a nurse will soon be here to take you to her, but you can’t stay for long.”
Price patted him on the shoulder after the doctor left. “She’s okay. She’s gonna be fine,” he said with a supportive smile.
Simon nodded. Yes, you were alive. And he would do whatever it took to help you recover.
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Little comfort things
Self-Aware! BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter AU
Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Paul Verlaine
Description: You can't sleep. Doppo and Verlaine are here to make you feel comfortable.
Set in a week after Lost and Found. At this point, BSD Cast don't know, what happened to Reader
Warning: OOC. English is my second language.
Shortish comfort fic
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You tossed and turned in your bed. You opened your bloodshot eyes. You couldn't sleep. You were afraid of sleeping. Because each time you close your eyes, you saw Teyvat. That wrenched place... For the last week you couldn't sleep, the only time you could catch some sleep, was during dawn hours, while you lose focus on anything, because of exhaustion.
You sobbed and hit the mattress. You wanted to sleep! You don't want to feel afraid anymore.
You groaned and put the pillow above your head. You remembered, how it was, when you were a kid and had a nightmare.
If you were a kid again... Your parents would probably put your favorite blanket around you, took you to the kitchen and make you a cup of cocoa. You will have your favorite toy with you, hugging it, while drinking your cocoa and eating cookies. Then you will go to bed, and there would be no nightmares.
But you were an adult. There were no little blankets with colorful print, no favorite toy, no cocoa in a cup with cartoon animals on it, no cookies with smiley faces...
Only memories about Teyvat, fear and guilt of making BSD Cast worried about you...
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"Are you sure, that you need my help?" asked Verlaine, looking at your parents' place. Kunikida nodded slightly.
"Yes. [Y/N] are..." Kunikida didn't finish. Everyone knew, what was happening to you. "Maybe, their parents knew, how to help them."
Verlaine nodded, yet, asked again.
"But, why me?"
Kunikida sighed and open the car's door.
"I need someone, who will make [Y/N] feel safe. If there's no way to comfort them, we need to find how to do it ourselves. And [Y/N] see you as a protector."
Kunikida stepped outside from the car. Verlaine followed after him.
"Besides," Kunikida's ears became slightly pink. "I need someone, who will help to came up with a believable lie."
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Verlaine was carrying a box in his hands. Your parents were sweet enough to share stories about your childhood with "[Y/N]'s nice friends". With some sweet words, Verlaine managed to get some of your old things from your parents.
Verlaine didn't know if it was true, that things from childhood can lift person's spirit. Well, at least Kunikida was sure of it. Verlaine only hopped, that it would help you.
Tonight, they will help you.
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Another night, another sleepless night.
You just lay here, looking at the ceiling, thinking about anything you can, to distract you from Teyvat.
A quiet knock on the door cut your line of thoughts.
Did you wake someone up?
You sat up and spoke. Your voice was hoarse.
"Come in..."
The door was opened, and Verlaine stepped into your room. You looked at the floor. You didn't want to look at Verlaine. You were too embarrassed.
Verlaine took a few more steps, until he stepped right before your bed. You were waiting for him to ask you to be quiet.
Instead, something soft was wrapped around your shoulders.
It took you some time, before you realized, what it was. Such an old, soft, familiar thing. Now, it was too small for you and only can cover your shoulders.
"M-my childhood blanket?" You looked at Verlaine. You can't believe it. How he got it from your parents' home? Then you saw another thing. A familiar toy in his hands. Your favorite one.
You didn't resist, when Verlaine gave you the toy. You only hugged it closer to your chest.
And then Verlaine pick you up.
"Let's go, Dear Opal. Your cocoa and cookies are waiting for you."
When Verlaine carried you to the kitchen, a little ghost of a smile appeared on your face.
Kunikida was here. He was keeping an eye on a pot. A bag of milk, few sugar cubes, box of cocoa powder, bottle of whipped cream, box with chocolate chips, a bottle of vanilla sauce and bag of marshmallows were on the table.
Kunikida turned towards you and Verlaine, and a smile appeared on his face.
"It's almost ready. Give me another minute."
Verlaine and you nodded. Verlaine put you on one of the chairs.
Soon, a big cup of cocoa (with whipped cream, chocolate chips, vanilla cream and a marshmallow) was put before you. Ingredients were put away and were replaced with a big bowl of cookies.
Doppo and Verlaine didn't touch their cocoas, until you make a first sip.
Then Kunikida spoke.
"[Y/N]. I want to tell you that we all care about you. All of us love you. You are dear to all of us. Don't be afraid of asking for help. We will help you. We will be here for you."
Then Verlaine started talking.
"Please, don't be ashamed of being vulnerable. We... didn't know why. But we will be here regardless of the reason. You deserved everything in this world."
You didn't answer, but another faint smile touched your lips.
Then you whispered.
"Thank you..."
The rest of the cocoa drinking were in comfortable silence.
You felt calm. You were among friends. Your little comfort things were there.
For the first time in a week, you felt truly safe. And sleepy.
You finished your cocoa and eat the final cookie.
Kunikida and Verlaine noticed your sleepy expression. Kunikida gently pat your head.
"Let's get you to bed, My Ideal. We will keep you safe. We will stay in your room tonight."
Verlaine pick you up again. Both him and Kunikida returned to your room.
You were put into bed and tucked in. Your childhood blanket and toy was put near you on your bed.
Verlaine and Kunikida got themselves comfortable on your bean bags. It seems, they were serious about staying in your room.
Your room was dark. You closed your eyes.
And finally had a long dream without nightmares.
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Kunikida and Verlaine observed your sleeping figure. At this moment, all their problems disappeared. You were sleeping. And you were slightly happier. With small steps, they will help you. With small gestures and warm words.
Because you deserve every bit of happiness they can and will give you.
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Sven/Gérard/Yvette; almost home
Another of the Kickstarter fills, for a request for some OG OT3.
“You know,” Blair says. “As a single dude, when your friends start getting married and have kids, usually you start to drift apart.”
Sven blinks at him, feeling slow, as he so often has lately. Blair’s speaking to him, but obviously he’s the married friend with kids in this equation, in which case the single dude is — ah.
“I don’t think we’ve drifted apart,” Sven says, looking over at Gérard. Gérard smiles back, small.
He doesn’t think they’ve drifted apart at all.
“Well, no, you’ve done the exact opposite,” Blair says. “That’s kind of my point.”
“I don’t understand what your point is meant to be,” Sven says.
“Leo?” Blair says. “You want to do that English to Olsen translation for me?”
Gérard smiles again. It looks tired. Sven sympathizes. Empathizes. Whatever the word is.
Usually he’s much better at this, but he hasn’t had an undisturbed night of sleep since little Gerard was born. Well, except on the road, but that’s exhausting in its own way — his first night away from Yvette and the baby, he spent half the night texting her for updates until she told him to sleep so at least someone would.
Sven is a champion sleeper. He’s renowned for it. Or, he was. He misses it. Sleeping in. Lazy mornings in bed. Napping just for the pleasure of it, rather than because it’s the only sleep he can snatch. He knew what he was giving up, but — well, he didn’t know.
“Too tired for translation,” Gérard says.
“Me or you?” Sven asks.
“Both, probably,” Gérard says.
“Okay,” Blair says. “Uh, usually people, you know, quit having shit in common? Instead of uh, literally moving in so they can help take care of the baby? Typically?”
“Well,” Sven says. “Have they considered it? Because I do have to say, it’s significantly easier to handle childcare when you outnumber the baby three to one.”
“Neither of you look like it’s even remotely easy,” Blair says. “Did you sleep at all last night, Cap?”
“I slept six hours,” Sven says. They weren’t all consecutive, but even so, he thinks those are solid numbers for a newborn. “As did Yvette.”
Hers were consecutive, thanks to an eye mask, ear plugs, and a noise machine. He can’t begrudge her any of it; she’s the one at home taking care of little Gerard while they’re here enduring their teammates’ busybodying because the coaching staff is running late. And not just one or two, but all of them. Sven would like to think that implies something scandalous, but most likely they’re in a meeting. He’s glad they don’t have meetings. He doesn’t think he could handle meetings on six hours of sleep. Frankly he doesn’t think he could handle meetings on eight.
Or perhaps they’ve all been fired. Sven hopes that isn’t the case. He likes them, but more importantly, he thinks if he had to adjust strategies right now he might malfunction. He’s learning something new every minute, it feels like. There is no room in his brain.
“That seems like a lot for a baby?” Bowie says. “Sleep,” he adds, when Sven blinks at him. He’s lost the thread again.
“Oh,” Sven says. “Yes. That’s my point.”
“Wait,” Dan says. “How many did Gérard sleep?”
“Seven,” Gérard yawns. His were also not consecutive. He’s an unfortunately light sleeper. He’s managed to adjust on the road, so Sven hopes he’ll be able to adjust to the baby too, but it hasn’t happened yet. But it’s only been a month. It feels much, much longer than that.
“Okay,” Scott says, leaning in, his eyes a little wild. His wife’s due any day, so Sven isn’t surprised. “I don’t know if my wife would agree, but you know what? For six hours of sleep, I’m in. Gérard, what do you charge?”
“You have to name your child after him,” Cary says. “Obviously.”
“I would genuinely consider doing that,” Scott says.
“Aren’t you guys having a girl?” Bowie asks.
“Gerardina,” Scott says. “What do you say, G?”
“That sounds like an STD,” Cary says. “You’d do that to your poor kid?”
“For six hours of sleep a night?” Scott says. “Absolutely.”
“Too bad,” Sven says, reaching a hand out. Gérard’s sitting too far away for him to reach, so he lets his hand hover in the air, hoping Gérard knows that Sven’s wrapped a telepathic arm around his shoulders. He might. Gérard is an exceptional individual. “He’s mine.”
“My wife’s a good cook,” Scott says. “Those two don’t cook, do they?”
Sven stands up, walking over to Gérard’s stall so he can not so telepathically wrap a possessive arm around his shoulders. Gérard leans back into him.
“I cook,” Gérard says.
“Free meals, and I’ll name two kids after you,” Scott says. “First name, middle name, everything.”
Sven tightens his grip.
“I don’t think Sven would be willing to give me up,” Gérard says.
Sven’s glad he knows this.
The coaching staff come in then — not fired en masse, Sven is thankful to see — and everyone jumps up, the few who haven’t changed into their gear hurriedly devoting themselves to the task.
Practice is harder than usual, but easier than conversation. There’s muscle memory to it, the literal practice of hockey, broken down into its bare components. Conversation flows, it changes, he has to adapt. That’s true of hockey too, but moreso during games than in practice. He’s only scored two goals in the past six weeks, but practice, that he can do. It’s almost nice, getting to use his body, to know that everything’s still there, that it still knows what to do, especially after he found his phone in the fridge this morning. He hadn’t even realised it was missing.
“I’ve never been more popular in my life,” Gérard says on the drive back. Sven isn’t a fan of driving at the best of times, so they’ve mutually agreed Gérard should be the one behind the wheel. “Everybody wants to name their kid after me.”
Sven grunts.
“Don’t worry,” Gérard says. “I won’t take Scottie up on his offer. I know you wouldn’t know what to do without me.”
Yvette might — she’s very capable, far more comfortable with everything. She’s tired, but not totally at sea. But Sven?
“I wouldn’t have the first idea,” Sven says honestly.
“Sleep for the rest of the drive,” Gérard says.
“It’s only ten minutes,” Sven says, but he closes his eyes, and doesn’t open them again until Gérard’s gently shaking his shoulder, telling him to come inside.
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Hello!
I have come to add my subpar ideas to the Death-Seeking Creator (which I will shorten to DSC for my own sanity) AU! Ignore them if you'd like!
Someone else mentioned the adrenaline junkie aspect, but what about other stuff that they've (maybe) evolved into, given their godhood likely having effects on their organic parts?
For example, what if dying is now the only way they can sleep?
I can see Teyvat or maybe even their own biology trying to keep them safe by altering them to need less sleep, as well as making them more alert and heightening their senses.
This, however, has gone a bit too far - they can't sleep anymore due to all the deaths they've suffered, body so keyed into survival mode that they can't physically find it in themselves to rest no matter how hard they try, and drugging them doesn't work anymore after Kaeya's sleep potion escapade.
The longer they're alive, the more and more unstable they become due to the restlessness, leading them to seek their next 'nap' even more desperately.
After like three weeks without a death, they just scream 'I can't take it anymore!' and self-delete with a sharp rock or whatever, only to then pop up somewhere else bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, having just experienced the equivalent of a full night of rest.
Or what if it's that they don't experience hunger instead, after who knows how many poisonings and attempts to eat being interrupted by the sudden appearance of an executioner?
Decadent, exquisite, utterly perfect meals are being laid out at their table once they've been 'accepted', only to touch absolutely none of it since they just can't feel hungry when they've been awake too long.
Yet as soon as they revive, they're practically starving, shoveling whatever slop is around into their face with the mindless urge to sate the bottomless pit in their stomach, half-mad with the returned urge.
This has led to them occasionally just showing up in the middle of the wilds post-mortis and joining a pack of friendly animals in eating a dead thing, much to the horror of the local populace and probably their 'acolytes'.
Bonus points if they offer said horrified onlookers a piece, like, 'want some? You can kill me after if you finish it all :)' just because they viscerally enjoy traumatizing their shitass betrayers.
But that's just my dogwater take. I can't make you do anything with it. Feel free to salvage parts of it and make something infinitely more useful.
Omg you devious devil I absolutely love all of this!!! Gold star for you!
While I haven't really thought about that particular aspect of DSC, I definitely can see some of this happening! Plus you are right to suggest that them being a god would mean they have no use for sleep or eating. Though I would believe that it's mainly their survival instincts, something they choose to ignore or even override once fully submerged into death seeking, that is to blame for this. Once they've been accepted they just refuse to do so because they want it to lead to another death (which wouldn't happen since they lost the need for it once isekaied).
Also that image you described of the creator eating a dead animal with a pack of animals is absolutely amazing. While it doesn't fit DSC too much I absolutely can see that for more of a wild animal creator au, one where they aren't being hunted but because of the fear of potentially being hunted they decided to become one with nature. Eventually ending up evolving into something more beastlike and even losing the ability to talk since it's not needed. Oho imagine the look of awe the characters would have seeing their creator becoming intuned with Teyvat.
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hi! any chance you'd be able to post some of kaito's voicelines? I would love to see them <33
Our wanna-be knight and pathetic little best friend! He's just such a good boy lol. . .once again, another one who just wants to go back to a normal life, poor thing. Kaito's very much your vanilla, sweet boyfriend character with no frills attached, aside from his cowardice and his gambling habit of course. And his terrible aim. . . .
Copying all of them over isn't hard now that I've done it twice. Let's do it again for Kaito!
Default:
"{PC}! Over here! Hiya!"
"God, please don't make me go on any more missions...
It's not like me being there is any help to anyone anyway..."
"Oh yeah, have you been on WickHive yet? Someone leaked next month's cafeteria menu!
Oh wait... I-I already told you that, didn't I?!"
"Damn it... I could've taken {PC} to lunch with that money!
God, why am I such a moron?!"
"Ask me anything you want to know!
I'm pretty savvy when it comes to Darkwick!"
honestly the fact that he's a second year who doesn't wanna be here and doesn't wanna be doing all of this but he still knows like everything about the school is also kinda sus to me. . .surely he'd divest himself from as much of darkwick as possible if he didn't care
"Urgh... Limited time only, you are not my friend...
Huh? Oh, I'm on TikTok. I really want this, but I'm pretty broke this month..."
You've got mail:
"Hey, new message. Better check it out, yeah? Or are you the type who's got like a ton of of unread inbox messages?"
. . .shut up /absolutely that type (and a sincere apology to literally everyone i know for that my adhd doesn't let me read and respond to their messages--)
Affinity 1:
"Ahem... Testing, testing... Morning!
Heh, nailed it... Ack!
How long've you been there, {PC}?!"
Affinity 2:
"Phew, should be safe here...
EEEEEEEEEEK!
Oh thank god, it's just a cat... I thought he found me..."
romeo oh romeo didn't you get into enough shit for this romeo? just make sure it's not Romeo cat. Because I'm sure it'll tell him somehow--
Affinity 3:
"Shit, it's Luca...
Judging by the outfit he must be going to train.
I better bail before he tries to rope me in too..."
Affinity 4:
"Eeeek?!
Oh, it's just you...
Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
i know romeo is constantly on his ass, and I relate to the feeling of being scared the people you owe money will appear out of nowhere and get you, but. . .he's so jumpy lol
Affinity 5:
"Ugh, Romeo's texting me...
Not gonna open that..."
Affinity 6:
"So your father runs a company, huh?
Who the hell leads with that?! This is why I hate talking to Frostheimers..."
so the wording here is wonky because he's quoting a Frostheimer, but there's no visual indication that he's quoting them. But lore drop! Kaito's father runs a company! But I thought he wasn't well off. . .? Maybe his parents are separated or his father doesn't spend any of their money on him. . .or the company isn't doing well. . . .
Affinity 7:
"Argh, I want junk food! And I want to try all the new snack flavors!!"
my boy is so relateable--
Affinity 8:
"All right, time to man up and bite the bullet...
Nope, absolutely not, can't do it!"
Affinity 9:
"How is Jin's skin so perfect?
Fucking rich kids and their stupidly expensive fancy-ass toner!!!"
kaito really looking at jin like OH NO HE'S HOT
Affinity 10:
"(yawn)
Guess I'll go brush my teeth..."
Affinity 11:
"Hey {PC}, you seem different somehow today. Did you change something?
Or am I just imagining things?!"
Affinity 12:
"Noooo why does Tohma want to see me...? No way it's about something good!
Could you come with me, {PC}?!"
Affinity 13:
"Crap, I fell asleep in class so I don't know what our homework is...
Help me, {PC}!"
Affinity 14:
"(yawn)
Man, my bed's like a freaking marshmallow. I can never get any good sleep on that thing..."
lol the Frostheim beds are too comfortable lolol I NEED A FIRMER BED TOO KAITO I GET IT.
Affinity 15:
"Huh? Oh, my pendant! You're always wearing it?
Does that mean you've actually been paying attention to me?!"
once again the wording here is wonk because it makes it sound like the pc is always wearing Kaito's pendant. I'm pretty sure he's quoting the pc, who's commented that "you're always wearing it". It would read better as smething like "You noticed I'm always wearing it?"
Affinity 16:
"Hey {PC}, how 'bout we grab a bite?! I've got tons to splurge in winn...
er, earnings, so it's all on me! Get whatever you want!"
your gambling addiction is really and truly going to get you in trouble. disregard that i play a gacha game.
Affinity 17:
"...Huh?!
Man, nearly fell sleep without putting my phone on the charger...
5%, that would've sucked tomorrow..."
Affinity 18:
"Ha ha ha! Have you seen this yet?!
It's all over TikTok. Ah man, it's killing me..."
Affinity 19:
"Whoa, when did it get so late?!
Sorry {PC}, I didn't mean to keep you up...
What? You're still good?"
Affinity 20:
"Morning! Hey, guess what? Luca's busy after class,
so how about we hit up the diner? It's been ages!"
do you. . .do you really wanna go there. . .i mean the drinks seem to be fine but according to sho they can't make good food at all. . . .
Affinity 21:
"Sorry, I gotta stay after class today...
(sniffle) This sucks, I really wanted to walk home with you..."
aw buddy. . .they could wait for you or come pick you up after your remedial lesson. . .!
Affinity 22:
"Hey I'm really sorry but do you mind if we stop by the campus store after class? I'm almost out of granulated sugar."
Affinity 23:
"Hey, do you like stars?
Oh, um, I was just wondering 'cause there's this place where you can see them really well,
so I thought maybe you'd want to go some time..."
he's overcoming his fears and being honest with himself and how he speaks and just. . .asking honestly, no bravado, no act. do it scared, kaito. do it scared, do it awkward, do it sure you're going to fail. as long as you do it. proud of you!
Affinity 24:
"Sure is dark. Reminds me of the closet where we first met.
Remember?"
Affinity 25(max):
"I know I'm weak, and a coward.
But I really do want to become your knight in shining armor, {PC}."
I love how comfortable and honest he starts to get as his affinity goes up. Still shy here and there, still scared, but he's not as jumpy and he starts treating you like a real friend. laughs with you about stuff, talks a little about hobbies and struggles. doesn't try and look cool for you. and then the honesty--i'm a weak coward, but i wanna be better for you. i wanna spend time with you. just!!! he grows!!! he realizes you like him for who he is and how he is, even if that's a weak coward--and that that's exactly what he wants! and it's okay for him to be that way because you won't be put off by it, even if it's something he'd like to grow from so he can be better for you--but he wants to be better for you as himself and--idk. i have feelings about characterization lol.
Spring:
"(yawn)
Man, I wanna sleep, but I can't fail, so I gotta show up for class...
Oh! I have Professor Nicolas next! Naptime."
does that mean you're good in anomalous medicine class or. . . .
"Grr! All those girls in the hall were looking at Luca!
I'm so pissed off now I'm not even sleepy anymore!"
"It's finally warm out again, so I really want to go do something fun...
Wish I could get an R&R permit..."
well maybe if you stopped sleeping in class and did good in class or went on a mission or something. . . . . .
"Mheheh... {PC}... You've got a petal in your hair... Zzz..."
Summer:
"Ugh, it's too hot to go outside...
But I can sense a coming-of-age event on the horizon...
All right, here I come!"
obligatory beach event? 👀
"Can't believe Professor Hyde still wears that blindfold in summer.
Pfft, I bet it's really sweaty under—
Eeeek! S-Sir?!"
"Hey {PC}, are you free after this?
I was thinking of inviting Luca to let off some fireworks! I want to show him how we do summer here in Japan."
"I can't believe I get to spend the whole summer hanging out with you {PC}...
(sniffle)
Homework? Uh y-yeah, I finished it already..."
Autumn:
"Is it just me, or is it really cold today?!
Guess I better get my coat out soon..."
"Have you had the chestnut rice from the cafeteria yet?
They made it way too fancy. It's supposed to be comfort food..."
"Tohma's always reading something. Maybe I should too...
All right, let's go with this!
10 Ways To Become Popular Overnight!"
well. . .it's something to read. . .never a bad idea to read.
"Apparently the moon is the most beautiful in fall since the air gets clearer.
Want to go take a look?"
Winter:
"It's freezing out there! It's freezing in here!
Frostheim sucks!!"
this makes me wonder what the warmest dorm is on average. . .probably jabberwock as long as towa's in a good mood? (or maybe warm jabberwock winters mean towa's in a bad mood. . .?)
"The cold can go to hell, but I guess there's outfits you can only wear this time of year..."
"I really want to go to Starbucks for the new winter drink!
But I really really don't want to go on any missions!!
Guess I'll never get to try it."
"Gram... No... No more mandarins...
...Huh?! Oh, it was just a dream...
I haven't had a mandarin for ages..."
'gram' in this case is 'grandma' in case you couldn't figure it out haha and the mandarin(mikan)'s used to represent health and longevity and a long prosperous bloodline or something like that for new years. So i assume his grandmother would feed him a lot of mandarins every winter lolol
His birthday:
"Why did Jin, Tohma, and Luca give me all this high-end stuff?!
It's freaking me out!! Thank you!?!?"
EVEN JIN AND TOHMA GAVE HIM GIFTS. . .FROSTHEIM FAM IS REAL. . . .
Your birthday:
"Happy birthday, {PC}! We'll make this the best one—
Hey, give those back! Those are the cue cards I made yesterday!!"
ksjfkhesbfjh he made himself cue cards to give you a birthday speech with as little stuttering as possible. . . .
New Years:
"Happy New Year! Let's make it a good one!
S-So hey, if, er, if you'd like, c-could we, um... could we make our first shrine visit together?"
Valentine's Day:
"C'mon Kaito, deep breaths. Girls aren't into guys with no chill. So stay cool... Stay—
Are those chocolates for me?! I'll take them to my grave!"
everyone loves an enthusiastic boy lol
White Day:
"Do you like the cookies I made?
Come on, no way they're that good,
heh heh... Heh heh heh... Here, take them all!!"
god i bet he makes really good sweets too. like i bet he puts so much love and good spirit into them lolol
April Fool's Day:
"I'd never lie to a girl.
Ah! That's not a lie, I swear! {PC}? Are you listening?!"
BAD THING TO SAY ON APRIL FOOL'S ABORT MISSION
Halloween:
"Trick or treat!
See those carved pumpkins? I was actually the one who made them. What do you think?"
given his DIY skills i bet he's actually really good at carving too. i bet they look really good!
Christmas:
"Hey, uh, {PC}, do you, uh... Do you have any plans for Christmas?
I'm actually totally free!"
Idle:
"Huh? {PC}? Am I being annoying?! I'm sorry!
You're probably busy, right?!"
"{PC} seems kind of busy...
I know! I'll find a video that'll help take her mind off things!"
the secondary idle audios replace the first ones after you hit a certain affinity, so it's cute to see that he eventually decides 'i'm not being annoying, they're just busy. i wanna help them' after they get closer o you. . . .
Absent:
"Ah...! Oh my god, you're back!! I'm so happy to see you!!!! (sob)
Please don't leave me again..."
he's so clingy. . .poor guy really missed you, considering you're one of the kindest and most normal people in Darkwick that he associates with. . . . also man 'please don't leave me again' with the whole loop theory stuff. . . .
I THINK I'VE SAID MOST OF MY THOUGHTS THROUGHOUT THIS BUT. He really is a sweetie. He really could have ended up a very plain and 'safe' character, but he's managed to be very charming and entertaining with his struggles and exaggerated behavior, while still being a simple and safe type. Really looking forward to seeing how he plays into the rest of the story, since it seems like his pendant may be kind of important. . . .
#kaito fuji#tokyo debunker#danie yells at tokyo debunker#tokyo debunker spoilers#datamining cw#danie yells with anons#danie yells answers#I THINK I'M ALL CAUGHT UP ON THE REQUESTED VOICELINES YAY LOL#and!!! hotarubi in two hours!!!!
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Im gonna ramble about Jedidiah and Sydney. Bear with me. This is a queer platonic sydidiah advocacy post.
The sydidiah dating arc feels so doomed to me and that impending doom casts a massive shadow over any nice sweet moments we have gotten/ might get… it’s so heart wrenching and devious from a writing standpoint /pos
Sydney and Jedidiah are like two trees who were planted too close together, not even of the same species. They’ve grown in sync, twisting together and fusing while the bark was still soft, weaving around each other until they’d become inseparable. Two separate trunks become one messily intertwined form, and they brace each other’s weight— if you cut one base, the other would topple. And yet they can’t survive together… they strain their branches upwards to compete for the same sunlight, every time one forms a sufficient canopy of leaves, the other ends up cast in the consequent shadow. One is always in the shade where it’ll starve, where it’ll wither, where it’ll deteriorate and take the other down with it when it falls.
And their attachment styles are so opposite from what we’ve seen… (My analysis here, some inference)
Sydney understands love as presence and affirmation and re-assuring words and touch, he needs a hand to hold like a ship needs an anchor, otherwise he’s just left to drift at the mercy of his own insecure mind. He talks about wanting something equal, I think a lot of that has to do with emotional vulnerability— he’s spent so long in a relationship where he’s an emotional mess in ways he can’t control, meanwhile Jedidiah is so… reserved. The contrast would make anyone feel burdensome, othered, isolated… even in a relationship that is loving deep down. I think so much of their poor communication/ secret keeping comes down to Sydney feeling like he’s being “too much”, or disproportionately emotional, which… is true, there is an imbalance, but it’s not Sydney’s fault. “I used to talk to Jedidiah about everything, but… I mean, he’s not just an endless well of support for me to dump all my issues into. Your friends shouldn’t have to play therapist for you, right? So I don’t really need to make him listen to all my bullshit anymore.”
Jedidiah understands love as the knowledge that someone is working behind the scenes to keep you steady, that they’re carving out a space for you to find respite in… wether you see them doing it or not. That’s what his parents did for him, that’s what he does for Sydney. He doesn’t want to get too close to the things he loves, because he fears he’ll only hurt them. He regards Sydney like an old childhood stuffed toy that he’s afraid to pick up and sleep with, it’s so precious and irreplaceable that he doesn’t want to risk damaging it… and so he holds it for only long enough to put it on a shelf for safekeeping… maybe brush the dust off once in a while.
They both need to seriously seriously SERIOUSLY a work on their communication if they want any hope of being healthy together— even if just as friends. Jedidiah needs to work on his emotional vulnerability, and Sydney needs to work on his self-assuredness… bro is the poster child of anxious attachment. And Jedidiah is the poster child of avoidant attachment. What a duo we have here! Idk they make me sad.
#ramblings#we should not let them date. it will end in disaster and probably world destruction#camp here and there#chnt#camp here & there#ch&t#sydney sargent#sydney o sargent#jedidiah martin#jedidiah a a martin#sydidiah
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marc and reader breaking up bc of too many arguments and him being super sad
arguments / Marc Guiu / Part 2
Summary: Marc x female!reader - Marc is devastated because of the break up.
Warnings: implied depression, foul language, angst, mention of screaming, anxiety, mention of crying, angst, nausea
Requested?: Yeppers
Author's Note: Link to Part 1. There was another request that led up to this really nicely so I decided to just connect them as a part 1 & 2.
Marc Guiu stares up at the ceiling of his bedroom at two o'clock in the afternoon with the windows closed and the lights off, feeling like it's two o'clock in the morning.
You can't keep living like this, Marc. What's done is done. You said what you said. There's no way to fix it. Just move on.
But I can't.
I can't stop myself from loving her.
Pathetically enough- and Marc would admit in an instant that it is thoroughly pathetic- ever since that fateful day when she cut it off, his days have been a haze of football, sleeping, every so often forcing himself to eat and drink water, and doing what he's doing right now: letting the two sides of his thoughts argue with each other.
No one cares if you love her. She's done with you. You messed it up; it's your fault; oh well.
There's no way to fix it.
Just move on.
But no matter how much he tells himself, over and over, to just do that, it's like he can't.
It's like the picture of your lovely face is imprinted on the backs of his eyelids, so every time he blinks, every time he sleeps, you're there, looking like the angel you are, reminding him of how much he messed up.
"Ah!" he yells, tugging at his hair. "You idiot! You ruined it! Everything! She was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you fucking messed it up!
"You pathetic bastard! Get up and live your life! It's done! She's moved on and is probably happier than ever! Why are you letting her control you like this?"
On top of it all, he's been avoiding Gavi like the plague, knowing that you one hundred percent likely told him everything, all from your perspective, and knowing because of that, now Gavi probably hates his guts, too.
So, yeah. He's been avoiding Gavi and anyone close enough to him to have also heard. So Pedri is also off limits, and Ferran and João are iffy.
It's hard when he trains or plays with these guys nearly every day!
The only person he's told is Héctor, mostly just because he pried it out of Marc enough. He got annoying enough.
Ah, you idiot. Quit crying.
You're not going to let that girl ruin your life like this.
"Maybe he's not the only one who was in the wrong."
"What?" you ask, looking up at your best friend, Gavi. "What do you suppose I did wrong?" you ask, not too happy with this sudden statement from him.
Gavi shrugs. "I'm just saying, maybe you should've heard him out before it escalated so much. I don't know, though. What do I know?"
But you frown. "Probably nothing, but it still makes me think."
"Gee, thanks," he says, rolling his eyes.
"I honestly don't care, you know. It's fine. I don't want him back."
Gavi's lips purse as he says, "Then why do you bring him up every single conversation?"
You don't have an answer for this.
"Exactly," Gavi comments with a slight roll of the eyes. "Listen, I'm just saying- Marc isn't himself at all since you guys broke up. He's a shell of himself, and refuses to talk, honestly, anyone but Héctor, if he doesn't need to."
You frown. "I know, but..."
"All I'm saying is maybe he had a point."
"What does that mean?"
"It means if you're going to date someone, you've got to give stuff up for them. Including time and attention. And you were giving far more of that to me. I'm not saying you should get back with him; do what you want. But I am saying it's probably best to make amends, and not just let the last note of the symphony be screaming at each other, yeah?"
You lick your lips nervously. "I'll think about it."
Marc can see Héctor is staring at something behind his head, but before looking leans over to ask, "What is it?"
"Um," Héctor smiles nervously. "Y/n."
Immediately, Marc's eyes widen, reminding Héctor of a frightened rodent. "Please tell me you're joking."
Héctor gives a short shake of his head 'no.' "With Gavi and Pedri," he practically mouths.
Marc leans back, trying not to look easy to notice. Trying to look discreet. "Is it safer to leave or stay?"
"I reckon stay," Héctor responds.
Marc softly blows a raspberry, before looking down at his food. "My luck, I tell you," he murmurs.
"Sometime soon, you knew you'd run into her."
"I hoped not."
Héctor sighs. "I know."
Marc feels his anxiety rise when he watches you walk pass. Tossing your hair, with the sway in your step, confidence radiating off you.
He sinks his head down lower, nervously curling his napkin.
And then, as you're walking back, it's like something else takes control of his body, and he can't help himself but look up at you.
Your eyes meet.
Yours widen for a moment, and your steps begin to slow.
Marc is suddenly hit with a wave of nausea, and he says suddenly, "Héctor, let's get going now."
And you watch Marc and Héctor walk out, away from you, just like that.
But there was something strange in Marc's eyes.
Sorrow.
Loneliness.
Confusion.
Defeat.
But most of all, regret and guilt.
And seeing him like that makes you feel... strange.
You're not sure if you like it.
Shadows, passing in the night. Wind, come and gone. These mysterious concepts. A lonely boy and a confused girl.
Hands in his pockets, head down. It's become the natural stance for him. His hair has grown out and shadows his inky brown eyes. So many emotions that they're gone.
Imploded.
She holds her head up and flips her hair. Sharp tongue, quick remarks. Little glimmer when she winks. Confidence is key, but there's one thing that nags at her.
She wonders if it was all a mistake.
Their eyes meet on a dark street in the middle of a cool night, when neither of them should be out.
They both open their mouths to speak, but sound comes out of neither of them.
He reaches his hand out to her.
If he could fall into her arms, he would.
But the shadows shift, and she's gone. The wind carries her away. Like a secret not meant for his ears. Like a promise broken. Like glass that shattered but never made a sound.
Never hit the ground.
On a concrete wall, the side of a building, he writes with a Sharpie:
I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I still love you.
I need you to come back to me.
On a bathroom mirror, she writes in blood red lipstick:
Why can't I forgive him? Why can't I let him forgive me?
Why can't I let myself love him?
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🧡 for norrussell please?
omg i was really hoping someone would ask for some genders georg. set in the every colour illuminates cinematic universe. this goes a bit beyond kissing so like, m or whatever.
"Hi."
George feels the bed shift, as much as Lando moving. It's light, behind his eyelids, which means he's slept in as long as the jetlag or apparently Lando will allow.
"Hello, you." Cracking his eyes open enough to see his husband looming over him jumbles his brain for a second, wondering when Lando got so big.
He seems much more normal-sized when he snuggles down onto George's chest, under the duvet, wriggling until he can lie between George's thighs. "Missed you."
It's hard, Lando not coming to every race, now. It's better for Lella, it's insane to drag a three-year-old across the world with them and she deserves better than being stuck on 14-hour flights every other week but George got so used to them always being there it's really hurting, to be apart.
"Missed you too."
Lando wriggles down on him again, like he's pleased, was worried George might not care. Even though they've been calling each other every possible opportunity, suddenly realising how much they had to say as soon as they couldn't do it casually.
Like Alex is such a fucking headache in qualifying, George never knows how he's going to beat him, until he does. Lella's getting really good at Mario Kart (and the things they don't say, that maybe it's starting to be time for her to try it for real) and Lando's got some new designs. The pygmy goats are definitely gonna have whatever goat babies are called again. Did you know Natalie Pinkham's leaving Sky?
Turns out you can get very used to having each other on tap. To picking up the conversational threads they've been weaving for years, that other people would only get tangled in.
"You can sleep in," Lando's sort of mouthing at his chest, just above his right nipple, in a kind of lazy way that feels like he's just checking George is real. "I've checked on Lella, she's watching cartoons."
"Oh really?" He can't help the slightly smug tone. Normally Lando would be bringing their daughter straight in to see George, so this means he's got other plans.
"Yeah." Lando props himself up, still strong even if he's a little bit softer around his hips, now. "Gonna fuck you back to sleep."
George knows he's a bit of a stereotype, all that British uptightness but him and Lando have always been filthy. Still, it's a shock to have Lando on top, Lando actually topping not just writhing around on a strapon or begging George to let him rub off on his abs or something.
It's getting George interestingly wet. Maybe they should try it again, when he's less tired. Just for the data.
"Ok, sounds good."
"It does, yeah?" Lando's got a bit of a cocky air to him, pleased like he knows he's turning George on. "Let me-"
George does, spreading his legs easily. It's still, sometimes, weird when Lando touches him like his but it feels safe, in their bed, in their house. Lando's big fingers gentle, where he's working them over and into George, rubbing inside him.
"Are you-" George tries to get his own hands on Lando, find his dick but he gets them batted away.
"Of course I fucking am. Do you know how hot you are?" Lando dips his head down, hiding it against George's chest. "Watched the podium like fifteen times, thought I was gonna have a wet dream before you even got back."
He can't help giggling, even when Lando's hitting the good spots and there's definitely a sense of urgency starting to overtake them. "Fuck - well, I'll try and win again, for you."
"For me." Lando sounds happy about it, mumbling into George's skin. "Fuck, c'mon."
Lando's tongue presses into George's mouth at the same time his cock goes inside him and it's easier to enjoy it, with the distraction of less complicated penetration. It's always been easy, with Lando.
They don't need to say they love each other, mouths too busy with every familiar curl of tongue, Lando's tooth gap sharp against George's lower lip. It's enough to make a man ludicrously wet, that they know each other so well. That Lando's panting, frantic after less than two minutes and has to break the kiss because he's that fucking turned on, whimpering into George's shoulder while he reaches a hand down to actually get him off.
It's over quickly, for them both, everything sharpened by having been apart from each other for what feels like the first time in forever. George forgot how much they need each other, how they'd almost started taking time together for granted.
It pulls an embarrassing sobbing noise out of him, when he comes and Lando's just as bad, sighing and whining against George's neck when his hips rabbit a few, last, jerky times. Ludicrous, is what they are. Always have been.
Lando kisses him again and George doesn't call out the fact his face is wet, clearly feeling the same emotions.
"Go back to sleep, I'm gonna take Lella to buy bagels." It looks like it takes a monumental effort for Lando to roll off him. Even though it's George who's still an athlete, he's definitely not capable of that right now, melting back into the sheets as Lando tucks him in.
"Y'should shower first," he suggests and Lando flicks his shoulder, through the duvet, for it.
"Thought I'd just wander to the bakery stinking of sex, actually." He probably won't but there's something still-cocky about the way he says it.
George smiles inton the pillow, eyes already closed, when he hears Lando add. "Bet none of them have ever fucked an F1 driver."
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Watching the Colours Go By
Also on Ao3
Day 1 of the Dead Boy Detectives Pride Month Prompts- Pride Parade
When you’re dead, days begin to bleed together. Without needing to drink, eat, and sleep, there isn’t much point in keeping track of dates. Sure, they count how many days a case may take, but it doesn’t matter if it happened in January, May, or October.
Charles tried to keep track. If not every day, at least what month it was. It helped him stay grounded. Made him feel more alive.
One of the easiest ways to help determine the months were the holidays. Different stands would pop up on the streets below them, or parades and marches would pass by. Charles loved to stand at the window and watch the people go around during the agency’s downtime.
Out of all the marches, Charles never expected to see this one in person. Of course, it took him dying to actually see it.
Only a handful of months after Charles’s death, he saw the colors from the window. He saw people of all kinds dressed in bright, loud colors with make-up, jewelry, and feathers scattered around. Some people held signs he couldn’t read but could see the circles with crosses paired together next to circles with arrows. A few flags were dotted along as well, some with pink and some without.
Charles leaned against the window frame, smiling as he watched the people pass by. Even if the city couldn’t promote it, the turnout was still massive.
He sat there wondering, as he did every time, what it would feel like if he was down there and living. Feeling the bodies jostling around him. Flying down the path til his feet ache. Shouting out chants as his chest aches. Maybe even working up the courage to ask how people do their make-up.
Someone jumped up in the crowd and caught Charles’s eye. They wore a white tank top with suspenders and a pink feather boa wrapped around their neck. They had dark black eyeliner with red eyeshadow thrown on last minute and a bright red kiss mark on their cheek. Their black curls just barely fell into their eyes as a gold hoop earring bounced against their neck.
Charles’s smile brightened. If he squinted a bit and imagined the earring on the other side, he could see himself down there.
As quickly as the look-a-like popped up, they were pulled down by the person next to them. The person was wearing a button-down with bright flowers covering it with a gray vest on top. Their dark hair would be slicked back if someone hadn’t run their fingers through it. If Charles squinted, he could almost make out smeared red lipstick across their mouth. They appeared as though they were annoyed with the doppelganger’s antics, but the small smile attempting to break through said otherwise. The look-a-like was beamed at the other person before throwing an arm around them and laughing wholeheartedly.
Something about the interaction made a part of Charles’s unbeating heart clench. He watched the pair go down the route until they rounded a corner and out of his sight.
“Charles, are you going to help with this case report? I can’t do it all myself,” Edwin called to him from the desk.
Charles knew Edwin could easily do the report himself, but Charles didn’t feel like being alone anymore. And he had a feeling Edwin didn’t either.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there, mate.”
#dbd pride month prompts 24#fanfiction#ao3#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#pride#pride month#lgbtq
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A Heavy Heart
ღPairing: Director! Park Seonghwa x Professor of Dreams! Reader (f) x Professor of Battle! (General) Hongjoong
ღGenre: angst, suggestive
ღTrope: enemies to lovers, exes to lovers
ღAu: Modern Wizardry School au, Professors au, white and black magic au, army au
ღWord Count: 4,604
ღWarnings: mentions of being smothered, war, death, fighting, drinking, reminiscing about fallen comrades
ღRated: 18+ MDNI
ღSummary: things get serious with seonghwa, even in your dreams, and hongjoong digs into the past in order to prepare for the future
ღBeta's: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland
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“Good morning, Lover.”
You groaned and buried further under the covers. “Don’t start with me, Seonghwa.”
Phantom hands pulled the luxurious blankets back and allowed Seonghwa the freedom to draw a finger down your spine. “Start what?” Seonghwa purred.
You sighed and opened your eyes. There was Seonghwa, an arm tucked under his head and an amused smile on his face. He enjoyed the fact that sometimes you slept over a little too much. “Unless you want a real fight this morning, just stop.”
Your grumpy declaration only made Seonghwa’s smile grow wider. “I could start something if you’d like.”
The finger that had been tenderly stroking up and down your naked back found the back of your neck and pushed you so deep into the pillows that you couldn't breathe. You struggled despite the pleased smile Seonghwa had on his face, but he wouldn’t stop smothering you.
Then you woke up with a gasp, sitting up, a hand on your chest.
“What’s wrong?” Years of fighting had Seonghwa up and aware immediately, albeit his hair messed up a bit from sleeping.
You dropped your gaze before he could read your face. “Nothing. Bad dream.”
Seonghwa’s hand rubbed your back in reassurance. “One would think the mistress of dreams could slay her bad dreams,” Seonghwa mused out loud.
“Yeah, well,” you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “Dreams are wild. You can’t control all of them.”
Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you and brought you backward with him, lying down again. “I know someone who could excuse you from having to work.”
You clucked your tongue at him. “It’s not that bad.” You struggled but to no avail; Seonghwa wasn’t letting you go so soon.
“Then perhaps you’ll let me indulge you in other ways,” Seonghwa purred in your ear.
“Stop it,” you warned him.
The dream was trying to tell you what you already knew. Seonghwa was smothering you. He was in every nook and cranny of your life now, and you didn’t feel comforted by it.
Oddly enough, Seonghwa let you go. “At least let me make you breakfast before you go back to your room?” Seonghwa asked hopefully.
You shook your head, pushing out of the bed and looking for your clothes. When you found your blouse, you turned around, and a phantom hand was holding your skirt. You grabbed it and responded. “I’m not hungry. Thank you.”
As you sat in a plush chair and rolled on your thigh-highs, Seonghwa pushed, like he always did. “You’d tell me if something was wrong… right?”
You casted a glance his way, and even though he looked much like an erotic painting, bare chest out, hair mussed and blankets barely covering him decently, his face was raw with worry. You hated when he did that.
You laughed bitterly. “I tell you everything. How did you so eloquently put it? Oh yes, you just choose to ignore it.”
“You won’t tell me about the dream?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.
You shook your head. “I just need some room to breathe.”
Seonghwa drew patterns into the blanket on his lap. “You won’t tell him about the dream either, will you?”
You sighed. “No, I won’t tell Hongjoong about my dream.”
Seonghwa beamed. “Then I can let it go.”
“Ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath and made your way back to your rooms so you could prepare for the day of school.
You struggled with your classes but somehow managed to make it through the day. By the time lunch hit, however, you were dealt a different hand of problems.
“Professor?” You looked up from your soup and found Hongjoong standing hopefully with his tray from the cafeteria in the teacher’s lounge.
You jerked your head, showing that he could sit down across from you. He hooked a foot around the leg of the chair and pushed it out for himself. But instead of talking to you, he fiddled with his silverware and turned his plate.
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Hongjoong, spit it out.”
Hongjoong sent a hopeful look your way. “Do you think you could come and talk to my class today?”
Well, you didn’t see that coming. “I don’t think I would be very insightful about battle tactics, Professor Kim.”
Hongjoong took a bite of his steak and chewed for a while. After he swallowed, he continued. “No matter what I do, I can’t dissuade the students that there’s glory in war. They view my mythos with stars in their eyes. I want you to tell them the other side of that story. How it is to wait for your comrades to come back. How it feels when they don’t. They need to know the heavy emotional and mental damage it does to you.”
You spun your spoon in your soup absentmindedly. “I’m not sure I’d be up to that.”
Hongjoong reached across the table to place his hand over yours but thought better of it and stopped short of touching you. “I know I’m asking a lot. But I really think the students need a dose of reality.”
You raised your head and found that Hongjoong’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern. You felt the urge to lean over the table and smooth the frown out but resisted. So much for sex with no strings attached.
“I have my last class with the third years. I’ll just give them a free study period and make my way over,” you sighed.
Hongjoong opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, eyes still on you, heavy with emotion. He pasted on a weak smile and nodded. The two of you ate in silence after that, too concerned with your inner turmoil and old memories to speak again.
Your students were elated that they were giving them a free period, but you heavily suggested that if they didn’t do their readings, they were going to have a nasty surprise tomorrow morning, aka a pop quiz. They groaned but were too happy to have the chance to study in the warm autumn air to be too let down. You meandered your way to the academy’s auditorium, which had been quickly made over to accommodate Hongjoong’s curriculum of teaching battle spells and strategies.
Hongjoong was in the middle of a lecture when his eyes found your form entering his realm immediately. He nodded tightly, and some students even turned around to see who he was acknowledging. A few students began to murmur and whisper behind their hands, and you felt the muscles in your back tighten. You should have told Hongjoong you would do this tomorrow, but you felt like you’d push it off if you didn’t latch onto it today. But the bad dream you had this morning didn’t exactly set you up for success.
“I’ve called the Mistress of Dreams to our class today because I would like you all to hear a firsthand telling of what it’s like to survive a war,” Hongjoong introduced you.
You ducked your head and walked to the front of the class where Hongjoong stood. A student raised his hand, and you nodded that he could ask his question.
“You were in the war with Professor Kim?” He asked.
You couldn't help but take the stance you hadn't taken in a good amount of years, standing beside Hongjoong. It felt like slipping back into a set of clothing you knew well. “I served beneath General Kim when he was a captain.”
“Have you seen him fight?”
“Is it true what they say? That he’s faster than the speed of light?”
“Have you killed anyone before?”
The questions came out left, right and center, and you sighed. You were about to use your sharp teacher’s voice when one student asked the question that hit you below the belt.
“My father told me that Professor Kim had a lover in the army.”
Your eyes sought out the student who had voiced their opinion. It was a male student who liked to stir the pot and cause drama in the school. You were very familiar with him. You narrowed your eyes down at him, but he preened because he was very much getting a lot of attention right now.
“I’m not here to speak of rumors,” you declared.
“But I saw you eating lunch with Professor Kim,” another student pointed out. “It looked like--”
“Class.” Hongjoong stern voice cracked through all the chaos, making every student, and even you, stand a little bit straighter. “I will not hear another word out of your mouth until Mistress Dreams has finished her lecture.”
And that, apparently, was that.
“When I first joined the war, I was fresh out of school, around your age. I was eager to join the fight. I wanted to do my part to help protect my people. But you have to understand it was a different time than what you currently are enjoying. I was fed a lot of misinformation about black magic users. My mind was full of hatred for the enemy, and I was ready to do anything it took to win. No one prepared me for what I would go through, however. I was a part of the Intelligence Corp, so I didn’t do much fighting. I dug for information that could help our army. But I did see what was left of the soldier that did come back from the fight.
“I helped in the Medical Division sometimes because they were always in need of more hands. My gift with dreams allowed some to dive into a sleeping state and were distracted from their pain with a happy dream. But the horrors I witnessed in those tents… the missing limbs, the calling out for the loved ones, the anguish in their voices. I saw comrades come back with glassy eyes, void of all emotion, drained of all their feelings. Some never came back. Hope was sucked out of so many of my comrades.
“I was like you once, full of hope and pride to fight for my people. But I left the army knowing that I caused damage to other humans and other magic users, and I can never take that hurt back.”
You stepped back and lowered your head, feeling tears prick your eyes. Hongjoong offered you a handkerchief, and you took it.
“You won’t understand, not completely, I know this,” Hongjoong spoke up, stepping forward and gently pushing you behind him. “I can’t prepare you for your first battle, not mentally. Some of you may freeze up, some of you may dash ahead, and some of you will have the level-head for a battle. But I can show you what to do to defend yourself and to attack. And that will have to suffice. Class dismissed.”
The students shuffled out, still speaking to each other in hushed tones and shooting careful glances at you and Hongjoong, but luckily, no one approached either of you.
“Lieutenant?” Hongjoong finally put a hand on your arm tentatively.
“I’m…” You couldn't say you were fine, honestly. “I’ll recover,” you settled with instead.
You gave back Hongjoong’s handkerchief but his hands wrapped around your own, not letting you pull away like you intended. “We should go to the Blue Bird, get a drink.”
“I dunno, Hongjoong,” You hesitated.
“Isn’t that what old comrades do? Drink and tell stories about their fallen friends?” Hongjoong persisted.
“Listen, Kim Hongjoong, I just got back into Wooyoung’s good graces, I do not need you to put me back on his shit list again!” You announced, waggling your finger at him.
Hongjoong broke out into a smile. “Now why would I do a thing like that?”
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“If it isn’t my favorite--” Wooyoung’s gusto died when he saw who you brought with you to the Blue Bird, “--customer.”
“Please, Wooyoung--”
One look at your face, or perhaps since he cooked with his emotions Wooyoung could sense the melancholy around you, Wooyoung relented immediately. “Happy Hour?”
“If you wouldn’t mind?” You asked politely, choosing a table in the back, closer to the kitchens.
“I wouldn’t mind at all, Sweetheart,” Wooyoung cooed and made his way over to the bar.
“Sweetheart?” Hongjoong lifted an inquiring eyebrow at you as he took the seat opposite of you.
Your lips jerked into a wince. “Once upon a time, I was new in town, before I started at the school and…”
Hongjoong let out a bitter laugh. “Let me guess, before Seonghwa?”
“He wasn’t too happy that I was canoodling with the headmaster,” You admitted.
“You think he knows you’re canoodling with me now?” Hongjoong’s lips pushed into a knowing grin.
“I think Wooyoung picks up on everything, honestly,” you sighed.
Wooyoung plopped down a shimmering, shiny, gorgeous dark blue drink for you in a martini glass, and Hongjoong received something that smoked and smelled wondrous in a whiskey glass. “On the house,” Wooyoung announced, nursing a cup of his own. “So, who are we saluting to?”
“To fallen comrades,” you half smiled.
The three of you raised your glasses, clinking them merrily, and then downed your drinks. Yours felt warm all the way down to your stomach, and you were hit with the fact that you hadn't had any breakfast and picked at your lunch today. This was going to hit you hard.
Hongjoong’s face held a soft smile, recollection already. “Remember the crush Kai had on a nurse… What was her name? Verity?”
You laughed. “Yeah. He used to write poetry about her. And when Yeonjun found it? He never let it go.”
“Or the first day the new recruits arrived, I asked Soobin, who was the commanding officer of their regiment, and Soobin went so red. He was a graduate of the military school. He had never seen a battle, and yet he was already the same rank as you.” Hongjoong sipped his drink thoughtfully.
Soobin had been your best friend, your brother in arms. You both lamented about Hongjoong’s weight, of his inability to sleep. You whispered about how the war tore your souls apart. You shared tears about how it didn't seem to do that to Hongjoong…
You grabbed Wooyoung’s drink, and despite his protests, knocked that back too. “Yeonjun's first battle made him so fearless. His power with ice was almost limitless. He could pull from the flask he kept at his hip. And if that ran out, he could use the water sources around him. The way entire sections of the forest would die because of him.”
Hongjoong’s eyes misted up. “The last time I saw them was Soobin’s barrier was deteriorating while Kai was attempting to heal Yeonjun… after that…”
Your hands clenched tightly. You knew this story. A huge, monstrous demon had crashed through Soobin’s barrier, killing all three of them despite their tenacity to cling to life. Seonghwa had killed your comrades. The Reaper had struck again.
“Well, that’s enough wallowing for one day, I think!” Wooyoung stood up and loudly belched. “Come on, you two. I’ll get San to find you guys a room.”
“Two rooms,” you quietly corrected him.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes and yelled. “San! Our favorite customer needs a room!”
San poked his head through the opening between the inn and the tavern. “Just one? Who’s…oh.”
“Men,” you grumbled but steadied yourself on Hongjoong's shoulder as you stood up. “I’m going back to school.”
“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry,” Hongjoong sent a friendly smile to Wooyoung, wrapping his arm around your waist while taking the key from San.
“Oh, I won’t worry about that,” Wooyoung said sourly.
San clapped his business partner on the shoulders sympathetically. “Come on, Woo.”
Hongjoong guided you up the stairs but you only realized that about halfway up. “I’m not sleeping with you,” You announced.
“Wouldn’t dream about it, Lieutenant,” Hongjoong said dryly.
You made a misstep going up, and Hongjoong opted to carry your bride style up the remainder of the stairs.
Your thoughts drifted to the last time you stayed here. The beginning of the end of your sanity. All this drama just because you were worried you’d be celebate while a teacher. How naive you had been thinking that.
“You didn’t learn any kinky new spells when you became a general, did you?” You wondered out loud.
Hongjoong invoked the Roman god Janus to open and close the door for him. “Even if I did, Lieutenant, now's not the time.”
Your ex-captain gently laid you down on the bed and carefully took off your heels. Then he wrapped a throw over you and moved to the fire. He stoked it with a fire poker, silent for a few minutes before he spoke again.
“I know you don’t wish for those days back, but I do. I don’t want this war, but if war is what brings us back together, time and time again, then I’ll keep fighting. For our world and for you.”
You made to turn on the side you preferred to sleep on and whined when the blanket got stuck.
“Ah, Lieutenant,” Hongjooong sighed. He removed his jacket and draped it over the bed post near the foot of the bed. He then curled up behind you, arms tucked into your back. “Sweet Dreams, my Captain,” He murmured before drifting off himself.
“I love you, Hongjoong,” you said sleepily.
“I know, Captain, I know,” Hongjoong sighed broken-heartedly.
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More HFTH doods :D most of this page was done on an Airplane so. Like. Pardon the messiness :)
#moth is my fav doodle on this page actually I think moth looks awesome#especially moths tattoo!! it looks banger!!#tho the Olivier one is a close second#they need to sleep for 16 hours straight and then eat a full meal and maybe that’d fix them (projecting)#also that doodle#was very much inspired by me. Missing My Cat. I missed her#cause I was visiting family#and I missed her napping with me :( but that just means that I get to project onto Olivier and say that#the ONLY way they sleep well is when there’s someone/something with them#like nimbus and Moth (that one is CANON AND IM THRILLED!!!!!!)#spoilers for ep 71 from this tag on!!!#BUT AGH IM SO UPSET THEY DIDNT KEEP NIMBUS!!!!! FUCK.#THAT IS OLIVIERS ESA WHY CANT THEU BE HAPPY#none of that is canon I’m just insane#remy rambles#hello from the hallowoods#hello from the Hallowoods fanart
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i made an oc thats at least nicknamed "Stupid" and im constantly thinking about what a power move that is tbh
#toy txt post#i miss it i should play w her more often but it was going to be for a dnd thing that ive all but abandonded bc i feel like#i cant. do that but it sucks bc i had some cool fun concepts and characters but it was hard enough back then when i was just insecure and#knew nothing about dnd and was intimidated by the mechanics but wanted to try dming for some reason but now i just straight up dont know#what to do but i really enjoy those characters. i should just unlock the secret channelsand scrap the dnd game idea for now and keep the#concepts and im sure i could come up w something if i ever actually learned anything about that shit#anyway. my point being. im obsessed w my character i made up and you should be too cos its good shit#toxic anarchist half dragon demigod with authority issues whos an alloaro clown named Stupid Cupid.#i think her pronouns were whatever but also it/she? when i say toxic i mean it did have a bit of a Clown Cult.#Cupid i think is possibly its given name and Stupid was her clown ass addition and yes i do know of the song and yes it is on its playlist#obsessed w all the stupid overpowered characters i made in that universe. they were such good concepts. gulliver obviously. charybdis#silas (cupids father + previous (now deceased) god of chaos)#cupids mother who i dont think i had a name for yet but she was supposed to be kind of a neutral lawful (in a rules lawyering way)#moon paladin who hatefucked the god of chaos after failing to kill him which she was trying to do out of devotion to the moon#and she supposed to have what i can only describe as chainsaw powers? and she destroyed every gun in existence and killed anyone who knew#how to make them until there were no guns left bc silas kept being annoying w guns and was trying to use them on the moon. for reasons#so she really pissed him off and impressed him before she finally got to him and tried to kill him. and if she was even a minor god instead#of a 'mortal' it wouldve worked and thats the only reason he didnt die from her. and then her child. stupid cupid the clown#grew up and had issues and started a clown cult and wandered around usurping warlords and dictators before putting her aim on silas#and trying to kill him. but failing not bc she was mortal but bc he outsmarted it. but he couldbt bring himself to kill it so he had her#put to sleep for a thousand yrs until someone else killed him(he pissed off a stupid seagull druid who lured him into the path of Charybdis#who he'd ALSO pissed off and Charybdis mega killed him and then the gull druid was made the new god of chaos just to have someone fill the#roll but then they kind of suck at it? they did not want that much responsibility altho the immortality is nice. when they took over they#released cupid whos a bit of a legend but then the vibes are super weird bc cupid Definitely wants to usurp and take on the mantle of#chaos deity and gulliver idolizes her but doesnt feel great about just handing that over to it? and cupid has to grapple with not being the#one to kill silas. almost everyone she knew is dead. her mom isnt. the world has changed a lot. she finds out her cult is still going and#gets excited? but they have Changed. it disgusts her now. they are not the radical clowns she intended. the vibes are weird. she denounces#that and tries out piracy. she manages to get the moon paladin living chainsaw power?#despite not being aligned w their ideology at all. wow nepotism. then it was going to spiral into some fucking meta galactic shit and have#well. ran out of tags. anyway i miss this character i should figure out what im doing w this universe cos theres no way im dming rn 🙃
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