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[tavana-tavananh]

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[squishpies]

Twilight - Lawrence Oleander x Reader (NSFW)

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Mornings were unusual with Lawrence, he sometimes would be in a mediocre mood, or angry.

“y/n.” His soft voice said, as he pinned you to the cold wall gently.

you gulp silently as you wonder what his intent was.

he then pinned your arms behind your back, as he taped them together, then sat you down.

you then gasp as he leaned up against you.

he kissed your neck as he stripped you of your shirt, leaving you bare chested, and cold.

he started tracing a line down your back, kissing it.

you gripped the walls as he continue kissing, he then flipped you over and started kissing you.

you kissed him back as he slid your underwear down, and lifted one of your legs up.

he then stopped kissing you, and took out his length from his pants.

“you wanna make…make me happy…r-right?” he said, as he gently entered you.

he started moving back and forth, pumping into you as he groaned and you moaned.

he cupped your face with his one free hand and moved his thumb along your cheek, gazing into your eyes passionately.

“your the only person whose ever made me feel like this.. look what you have done to me..” he said, as he started humping you faster.

you choked out a loud moan as he clasped his free hand over your mouth.

“we don’t want the neighbors upstairs to hear, do we?” he asked, as you shook your head ‘no’.

the tape on your hands started leaving a blister.

you admired his arm bands, and the way they glistened when sweat beaded down his skin.

lawrence’s hair fell out of place because of the pace he was moving at, faster and faster he continued.

he then stopped and grunted, as he released his reproductive material into you, as he then pulled out of you.

the sight was beautiful, there you were, leaking with sperm of your kidnapper.

lawrence enjoyed every second of it.

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[cwtenko]

𓅪 ─── • 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬

Pairing: Mithrun x F!reader

Warnings: Perceived one-sided affection, longing, slight pussyjob, multiple orgasms, riding, creampie

Wordcount: 3.1k

Sure you could've done any of the usual methods to help ease your captain to sleep for the night but several nights alone with him in the dungeon made you just a bit more adventurous.

It’s exceptionally cold in every hall of the dungeon, you’re just thankful that Mithrun is comfortable with your proximity by now. Easy to handle and never complains whenever you crowd his space during meals and crawl beneath the covers of his sleeping bag to cuddle close. Each instance increases in occurrence, especially after being separated from the rest of your party. 

“It was fortunate that we’d fallen through that hole together, wouldn’t you say?” You coo as you shimmy down into the moderately plush cover with him, cuddling closely again for the third night in a row. Shoving your cold feet between his thin shins without earning so much of a hiss from your captain while sighing over the warmth of his body. 

Fluffing the blanket and tucking the other end beneath both of your feet after contouring yourself to his body before finally settling comfortably. Wrapping your arm around his throat as you rest your forehead gently against his temple. Nuzzling closely as the fire at your back warms the exposed skin of your shoulders. 

He tosses a sideways glance from his peripheral and nothing more but you respond to the look expertly, “just cold, not going to sleep I promise. I know it’s my watch Captain, the door is closed anyway so it should be fine, get some rest.”

“I’m not tired,” the same as every night, though it sounds a little more clipped than usual. The admission makes you giggle now, however, a breathless ‘of course’. Mentally going over some method to lull him to sleep that doesn’t involve exiting the already cultivated warmth of the shared bedroll. 

Not many come to mind, even fewer that you think would actually work quickly. He should be, at the very least, fatigued by this time; you’d both woken slightly earlier than normal and he’d used his magic sporadically throughout the day. 

And if his tone is any indication, you’d consider him to even be cranky, which seems comically endearing more than anything else. 

A rush of heat flooding your system, following the tracks of the flowing blood in your veins, with the idea you have. 

“Alright then,” cute lilt of your voice melting into a more sultry one, “let me help with that Captain.” Propping yourself up on your elbow with one arm and leaning against his chest with the other. Digits coyly drumming against his sternum, “a new way this time. Something for both of us?” 

Mithrun’s brow raises in question, prompting you to continue when you fall quiet while running the arch and ball of your foot along the expanse of his shin. Kicking your leg further over both of his own, straddling him as your elbows rest on either side of his head.

Your captain spares a cursory glance and, thankfully, surmises what you’re insinuating without making you say it out loud. You don’t think you’d be able to anyway, hovering over him like this outside of pleasant dreams is consuming most of your confidence. 

“Why would this make me fall asleep?” 

“It’s my job to take care of you and meet your needs Captain,” a job you take great delight in, especially now. It was okay to be a little selfish right? You still had your own desire, Mithrun was still a man, “even if I do all the work, it should tire you out.” 

His expression never changes, Mithrun only slow blinks up at you, but he doesn’t disagree. Nor does he show disdain, something he can still express but never really feels the.. well, desire to. 

Though you do covet another sort of desire from him, you always have, since early on in your arranged partnership but you yearn even more so now. You crave the notion of Mithrun lost in his need for you as deeply as you crave his lips hungrily sliding over yours. Dream of intimate affections and passionate explorations to the point it’s cultivated a particular proclivity, its eating you alive. 

But his silence now begins to embarrass you before long, the heat of shame stinging the apples of your cheeks. You shift, preparing to remove yourself from him entirely, “forgive me, maybe I should just do the usual—“

“It’s something you want as well?” The question surprises you, freezing you in place above him. Tilting your head as you swallow a little more visibly before you nod your head slowly. 

“Then let’s do it,” hearing it in his bored tone, indifferent to the act gives birth to a pit in your stomach that wars with the fluttering feel of elation. Mithrun denied whatever he saw fit but he never refused anything of you; he may not ever particularly care for doing most things outside of his pursual of vengeance but he won’t do something he doesn’t want to.   

“Alright Captain,” a suspire of a sound, unintentionally sultry as you adjust to sit up more, “are you certain you’re okay with this?” 

Checking once more with a hammering heart as you fist your slip at the hem and drag it upwards before tugging it over your head to leave you bare above him. 

He nods but says nothing else, only stares unblinking up at you, gaze flickering to your uncovered breasts but nary a reaction. It almost makes you bashful, shifting your weight to rest the fat of your ass against his crotch as you bring your arms up to cover your chest. 

“You’re staring,” slightly less confident than you’d wanted to sound. 

“I’m waiting,” simply stated, you’re not surprised. It even makes you laugh, a mirthless sound as you dip lower. Fingers brushing hair from his sightless eye and press your chest to his, drawing the blanket back over your forms so you won’t feel too exposed. 

Your hands slip beneath the covers as your hips hover above his own to push the shorts you’d changed him into down his thighs. The fabric pooling at his knees before he shimmies them lower.

Shifting forward as he lifts his knees and settles his feet flat against the plush surface of the sleeping bag, the position having the curve of your ass contour perfectly to him. 

Heat strings the nape of your neck you’re sure isn’t caused by the flame nearby, certain it’s the feel of him against your sex. Saliva embarrassingly gathers on your tongue for you to swallow down as you lean down to him again. 

Face to face with him but there’s a sudden awkwardness, you aren’t entirely sure how to really initiate this with him. 

You could crawl down his body, take him into your mouth. Feel him steadily harden as you bob on his length but you don’t think your ego could recover if you looked up and saw a lack of enthusiasm on his handsome features. 

“This should help,” muttered more to yourself than to him as you dip your head to kiss at his throat, nipping playfully at the flesh as your warm cunt rests over his soft cock. Cradling his skull as humid puffs dampen the skin available to you between each brush of your lips, peppering chaste affections along the column while climbing ever higher, laying a final one in the space behind his cropped ears. Smiling when his cock twitches at just the feel of your breath fanning over the scar tissue alone.

He even cranes his neck for you, presenting the extremity more prominently to you. Your heart could soar, finally grinding your pelvis into his own as your teeth graze the cartilage; your thumb swiping sweetly over the smooth skin of his cheek, ending its trek at the opposite lobe to massage it. Affording equal attention to both while you hum softly, a gentle tune you likely couldn’t name. 

But even if Mithrun’s body reacts to you, you hunger for more. Long to hear his breath hitch or sigh at your actions, for passion to take him in the form of frustration at your leisure. To have him grip your hips and hasten the pace of your currently slow grind over his semi hard cock. 

You knew this would be nothing like what your other squad members described with their own lovers but you didn’t know it’d feel so disconnected. You didn’t think it’d bother you this much either, trying and failing not to take it to heart; you were more than aware that your affections aren’t returned. 

That they likely never would be, because he can’t physically, nevermind emotionally, desire you. Even so, it doesn’t stop you from wishing there was a glint to his eye while you drag his steadily hardening cock between slick folds. That he’d want to cup your face and tell you how pretty you looked like this, how much he adored what he did to you, what you do for him. 

Could the dungeon grant that wish? 

The thought makes you halt abruptly, lifting your hips while gnawing the skin of your lip until near bleeding when he surprises you; fingers holding you in place when he questions, “why did you stop?” 

Your throat feels dry when you swallow, words seized by it so you merely shake your head instead, a glassy look to your eye and an unconvincing smile. 

“Keep going,” somewhat commanding, you swallow the hope of him following it with ‘I want more‘, knowing it will never come. 

The command will be enough for now, though your heart races and eyes widen when his hands find your hips as you give a tentative roll once more. Slick clicks disturbing the silence as you find your rhythm again, melting in the moment when his engorged tip kisses your clit with one particular rut. Shuddering above him and as pleasure threatens to overtake you, you don’t register the slight grip of his fingers.

Pelvis twitching out of sync before you gasp, a sharp inhale to punctuate the sudden rapture. How long had it been since you’d found bliss? It felt better this way than by your own hand, you can admit that much, and you hadn’t even been filled by Mithrun yet. 

So lost in the throngs of your orgasm you miss telling reactions from the man beneath you; like his uncovered eye widening a fraction in interest and the way his sealed lips part around a breath. 

His expression is neutral by the time you float back down to him, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly as your fingers thread together just below his diaphragm. Lifting your ass slightly to reach between your bodies, taking hold of his fully rigid length and he looks on at the sticky mess with rapt attention as you align it with your drooling hole.

“Ready now, Captain?” The sound of your voice peels his attention for how his tip prods into your warmth before he nods. 

The hands steadfastly at your hips reflexively aid in how you sink down on him, stretching you slowly. Obsidian hues flickering up to watch how you react to him once more. 

Plush lips formed into a pretty ‘o’, brows furrowed but distinctly different from the times he’s seen you in pain. 

But the breathy moan that pulls from your throat when you’ve taken him fully, sensitive clit running against the neatly kept thatch of hairs on his pelvis is an experience in and of itself. 

A tune one could only attribute to a siren's song, a flicker of feeling sparking in his chest that could dare to ignite the more he hears it. The only call Mithrun may yet fall victim to. 

You both settle into a steady rhythm from there, rising and falling on his cock at a leisurely pace as you adjust to the feeling of him while he does the same in turn. Rotating in minute circles intermittently to test what feels good for him as well, canting your hips slightly to maintain the angle you found when his pelvis ruts up and out of sync with your own.  

Reveling in the subtle reactions from him, finally finding a comfort in these actions with one another. The breathless whimpers from you steadily crescendoing into airy moans and modestly audible panting. Mithrun’s skin glistening as a sheen of sweat collects and catches the licking flames, his still intact eye lidded evenly with his damaged one and his lips perpetually parted. 

Your stomach flutters when he wets his lower lip with a swiping tongue, arching slightly and pushing his head into his pillow with the hastened pace you’re melting into. 

Getting lost in the feeling before long, carried away now that you’ve broken from your initial trepidation and timidness. This feels natural now, just as every interaction with your captain does. 

The natural ease guiding you now, as if on autopilot as you lean down for a touch more intimacy to the act. Fisting the material beneath you to anchor yourself before cradling the curve of Mithrun’s skull, lips brushing over his dewy skin, smattering what’s available to you with a barrage of chaste pecks. Trailing from his throat where your tongue darts to sample the salty sheen as you draw upwards along his jawline. Nails raking soothingly at his scalp, breathing in the smell of Mithrun and sex as you inhale deeply, unable to keep yourself from what you do next. 

Your lips seal over his, a firm press before tugging playfully at the full lower lip because you’re more than elated in this moment. 

Everything about this feels good, feels right, and you can’t believe it’s your captain who fills you so perfectly. Moaning against his lips and frantically rolling your hips into his own, blinded as you chase your second climax before you moan again. The coil snapping and you tense against him, lips parting against his own as your brows furrow when euphoria engulfs you once again. 

Riding the waves of your orgasm until realization threatens to nix it prematurely when your eyes roll open with fluttering lashes.

“I’m—!” Gasped as you rest your palms on either side of his head, pushing up but not away despite that being the knee jerk reaction.

Cheeks ablaze as you still, thinking you need to apologize while velvet walls continue to spasm around his sensitive cock. 

Lips forming around the words before the hands resting atop your hips grip insistently at the fat of them. Crescent moon’s sure to rise beneath the pressure of his nails as your captain moves you himself. Lifting you and pushing you back down on his aching cock, a slight urgency to the movement as he repeats the action twice before you naturally fall into the rhythm with him. 

“Keep going,” a slight rasp to his usually smooth tone, “Do what you were doing earlier.” 

You find exactly what he means again easily, arcing your back as you lean down again. Elbows framing either side of his head when Mithrun surprises you for the third time tonight. 

He lifts his head for his lips to capture yours again, his hands sliding to the small of your back to press you flush against him. One creeping higher, caressing just below your shoulder blades for a more natural conforming position. 

Your surprise melts into gleeful acceptance, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Dragging your hands to the center of his pillow and pushing them beneath his head again. Cupping behind his ears while the pads of your thumbs press into Mithrun’s skin, tilting him in the opposite direction. 

Opening your mouth involuntarily for a moan to slip freely when his cockhead nudges into just the right spot. Making a noise of surprise when you feel his own wet muscle slide over yours a moment later while Mithrun pushes his fingers into the small of your back. Pressing down while you taste one another until he needs more, pawing at the plump flesh of your ass in wordless encouragement. 

Urging you to bounce just a bit faster as his breath stalls in his chest, coming out in stutters when he parts from the kiss. 

You wish you could focus on how cute he looks with his brow scrunched in concentration before his feet plant on the floor for better leverage. Thrusting up into you, desperately pursuing his coveted demise as the room fills with a cacophony of lewd squelching, honied cries and gravely growls. 

Babbling ‘please captain, please cum for me, so close, please fill me up’ almost incoherently before the coil in his abdomen gives way the moment you moan Mithrun oh so sinfully. Toes curling into the material of his bedroll and every muscle in his body tenses as he paints your walls in warm sticky white. 

It’s fitting you follow your captain to blissful Elysium the same as you do the pits of hell. Blinding pleasure wracking your form with whole bodied trembles while he works you both through your climax. Each unhurried rut prolongs the pleasure before the sting of overstimulation threatens you both.  

Lifting off of him with a whine, lamenting the empty feeling before you collapse in the space next to him, near boneless as your chest heaves for breath. 

Snuggling closer despite how tacky skin sticks together uncomfortably with every adjustment in position until you settle tucked into the crook of his shoulder. Sighing contentedly as your pattern of breathing syncs with his own, slow and even while you replay all that transpired in a relatively short span of time. 

Though, pleasant recollection leads down the corridor of over analyzation and its only product is agonizing reflection.    

You’d all but coerced him.

Guilt bubbles in your gut, disrupting and denying the peaceful call of slumber. The corners of your eyes burn as your fingers curl into a fist against his chest, “perhaps I should no longer be in charge of your care Captain. I’ll request a change in station once the other Canaries retrieve us.” 

“No, I prefer for it to be you.” 

Even on the cusp of slumber, tone laden with drowsiness he’s quick with his rebuttal as he rests his chin on your crown, effectively tucking you further into the crook of his neck. 

To anyone else, his comment could be taken at face value. That he simply wishes to maintain the ease of familiarity; you know his routine and what works best for him, adjusting to a new Canary was bothersome. 

But, with how long you’ve known him now, you know something like that is a nonissue. Your captain is mostly agreeable, anyone could see to his needs should the situation arise. 

It’s far from a confession of fondness but it’s  enough to warm your heart and ease your mind to fall asleep in time with him. 

He can scold you for shirking your shift come morning. 

[mangosyrrup]

Thanks Tumblr!! This helped!!!

[maid-of-time-writes]

Hi! Love your writing, can I request something for Eridan if that's okay?? Maybe cuddling headcanons like you did for Jade or any other relationship headcanons whichever you prefer, ty<3

Hey! Thanks for reaching out to me!! I don’t rlly write for Eridan so this will def be a challenge which I’m super glad to do because I really wanna learn more about the trolls and how they work!! If you feel as though I wrote him a bit out of character or have any criticisms of how I portrayed him please don’t be afraid to point them out, I’m more than happy to learn how to properly write the trolls!

And for anyone else, please don’t be afraid to send asks, requests are super helpful for writing practice!

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Eridan Ampora Cuddle Headcanon’s

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* Holy shit this dude is so touch starved and he won’t admit it, he always boasts about how strong he is and that he doesn’t need a bit of affection but immediately melts whenever you two start cuddling.

* Like this dudes hive is literally a wrecked ship in the middle of the sea he is TOUCH STARVED OMG

* I feel like he would melt if you held his face in your hands, just a small thing I’d like to add before really getting into the cuddling

* He def likes to be both the big spoon and little spoon, he wants to know that your alright and that you’re in his arms and he can protect you but at the same time he wants to be reminded that there’s finally someone that will stay with him, that he won’t be alone anymore, that finally after all this time everything’s ok now

* The first few times you two cuddle you would be the one to initiate it, he would be super awkward about it because it’s all new and weird to him

* But slowly he understands how it works and he learns that it’s ok to ask you to cuddle and he would try to put up this false bravado while blushing intensely

* If you ever point out that he’s blushing while you two are cuddling he would try to deny it as much as possible, getting more angry and flustered and it’s super cute, but he’s not serious about any of the anger, he would never truly be angry at you!

* He doesn’t like to cuddle around other people, he’s too embarrassed about any PDA so you two typically cuddle in his room or something.

* If he’s comfortable enough he will rant about anything he’s genuinely interested in, ur probably sitting on his lap or something as he hugs you and talks about Alternia’s rich culture or something else.

* He feels really safe around you and feels super lucky to have someone like you <3

[thedanoriddler]

I want to put my head on his bewbs

[jupitermarz01]

This is where I draw the line.

[zheezhaa]

I hope nobody had done the same thing with homestuck

[sunny6677]

Romantic Tropes With The Eddsworld Boys! Part 1.

Mutual Pining.

TW: Slight profanity, h3nt@1 mentions.

Edd:

- Edd had found himself growing an adoration for you over the past few months. He didn't know why, but ever since you came along, he had been smiling a lot more. Something about you just brought him so much joy.. to the point where he found himself sketching you in his sketchbook a lot more than he should.

- Your eyes, your smile, your laughter. All the little details about you that no one, not even you had noticed except for him. Anytime he thought about you, his cheeks felt warm. Anytime he had seen you, they felt warm. You just.. made him feel so good, but he couldn't understand why.

- And then, like a wrecking ball, it had hit him when he was ranting to Tom about his confusion over why he felt the way he did about you.

- "You can't be that stupid." The no eyed man's face seemed disappointed as he stared. "No, you can't be that stupi- wait, what do you mean by that?" He cut off his immediate defense in curiosity. "Your in love, you idiot." Tom said, drinking his drink afterwards.

- ...

- "Oh."

- Yeah, let's just say he had a lot of thinking to do that night.

- Ever since then, he had felt a little more.. awkward around you. Constant scratching of the hair, fidgeting with his hands, his face flushed anytime he would talk to you. Yeah, it was Hella obvious to everyone except you.

- He would get nervous anytime you had asked to see his sketchbook, afraid of the little doodles he would always do of you being seen by your eyes.

- Oddly enough, you had been asking to hang with him a lot more.. it made him a bit nervous, but it made him happy too, so he had always said yes to your invites.

- You, on the other hand, were nervous as shit too. How you had managed to hide it so well? No fucking idea.

- You loved everything about him just as much as he loved everything about you. The little smile he did anytime he saw Cola, his big grin anytime he saw Cola, his gaze anytime he was focused on drawing something..

- Both of you were absolutely smitten for eachother, and the others knew it all too well. For some reason, the both of you seemed to always excuse the others obvious behavior around eachother as literally anything else except being into eachother. And boy oh boy, that made them very annoyed.

- You had excused a literal drawing of you Edd had given as a gift with little hearts surrounding you as him just being nice. He had also excused you being oddly touchy around him as you just being nice. The others were literally tempted to tell you guys, just so the two of you would date already.

- But it would appear one night their prayers were finally answered.

- It had been a night where the two of you had been hanging out again. The lights were off in the living room, the TV was on, and the others were passed out in different areas. Tom, on the chair. While Tord was laying his head on Matt's shoulder. The two of you were still awake as the movie you had all been watching still played.

- A rather stupid line had came up during one of the scenes, and you quietly cracked a joke about it while giggling as softly as you could as not to disturb the others. As you looked to Edds face, something about the way his face looked then had made you burn up..

- The half lidded stare he gave you, the relaxed smile and adoring eyes. That blush dusted across his face... you didn't know why he was blushing, but it made you a bit.. flustered on the inside.

- Looking away, red-faced, you began to try and move foward with watching the movie. He awkwardly agreed, and it left you two in silence for a while. Love. The word was so simple, yet the feeling was so powerful. The repeated image of his expression kept going in your head, making you have to refrain yourself from making any squealing noises.

- After a few silent minutes into the movie, a confession scene between the two characters had come up. After a full hour of them pining for eachother, they had finally confessed to one another. While Edd was smiling in the spot he sat in, you had fidgeted with your hands.

- Something told you to.. go for it in that moment. As cheesy as it was, somehow that scene had given you motivation. Before you could think any further, you then spoke; "Edd." The brown haired male turned to you, "Yes?" There was no going back now.

- You inhaled, and began to speak; "Uhh.. i- I don't know how your going to react to this. You.. probably don't even feel the same way, but I wanted to get it off my chest. The tru- the truth is.. i.. I'm in love with you. A lot.. you.. you have the right to say no if you want, but.."

- A gentle touch on your shoulder had interrupted what you were about to say, a touch so soft it made you tense up almost. "Hey, n-no worries.. i.." His soft English voice had said, "I like you too."

- In that moment, it felt as if the entire world faded away from the two of you. "You.. you do? I mean- i- o-of course you do! N-Not that is thought you were going to anyway, I just.. argh, sorry, I sound so stupid right now.." You stuttered, looking down at your hands.

- He laughed softly, "N-No, no you dont.. i.. I think you sound adorable." He smiled, immediately feeling the embarrassment wash over him afterwards. The two of you were now facing eachother, falling silent every few seconds.

- Edd then placed his hand on yours, your hand tensed, but awkwardly you held his as well. His thumb had rubbed the top of your hand, as the two of you exchanged awkward glances. Sure, this was a bit weird.. but.. it felt a little relieving. The two of you now had it off your chest, and now you knew that for sure, the feeling was mutual.

Matt:

- I don't think a mutual pining trope would be possible with him, considering he comes off as a very confident guy. I don't think he'd even consider that they may not like him back, and just go in blindly confident that they'll like him. So yeah, he won't be getting one unfortunately.

Tord:

- The two of you became the closest of friends after meeting in a comic store, he had made a comment about hentai and you had replied to it not expecting to receive a reply. But that had sparked a conversation, and a few minutes later, the two of you were conversing like there was no tomorrow. Exchanging numbers, Tord went home with the satisfaction of making a new friend.

- It had gotten to the point where the two of you texted ad called almost everyday. Calling almost every night, texting every hour. It was like the two of you never ran out of things to say to eachother.

- Tom had teased Tord about it, and of course Tord had gotten defensive over it. But he didn't really seem to care either way, as he just kept texting you with an eager smile on his face. You two had cracked so much jokes, to the point where he couldn't really keep himself from laughing. He had laughed so much at a joke you made on time that he nearly dropped his phone.

- One night, the two of you had been on call again. It was 3 in the damn morning, and you couldn't go to bed cuz you just.. for some reason neither of you wanted to. It was kinda like you two were stuck together. He had been joking around and one point, and you just listened with sparkles in your eyes.

- You loved hearing him talk. His sleepy, raspy voice with a norweigan accent had made you feel so.. safe. His chaotic, yet funny personality had made you smile a lot more than you should have. His appearance was so.. appealing to you.

- Wait.. surely you couldn't be-

- "Y/N? Y/N~?" His norweigan voice had called out your name, making you snap out of your thoughts. "Ah, sorry dude- i- I kinda lost myself in my own thoughts for a few seconds." You immediately responded, as your eyes widened with your newfound discovery.

- You were crushing on some hentai addicted guy, who you had only known for about like 2 months. Oh boy..

- Ever since then, you had found yourself a little more awkward and emotionally responsive anytime you received a text or call from him. It had also reached far enough in your friendship that the two of you could visit eachothers house now. So occasionally he would invite you to his house to hang out, or he'd ask to come to yours.

- One night, while he had decided to stay over at your house for a few days or so, you had been talking and he had been listening intently. You started giggling while the two of you had been joking around again, and he grinned; "Why the hell do you laugh like that?" He had said in a rather endearing tone.

- "Pfff- what- what do you mean?" You asked, curious as to what he meant by that. "Your laugh sounds like a bird-" He chuckled while saying that. You wheezed, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Am i Twitter now?" Quickly, you then proceeded to laugh more.

- Joking about you secretly being Twitter, you leaned towards him as you chuckled. Wrapping an arm around him, unable to control yourself with your laughter, you wiped an amused tear away from your eye.

- It was in that moment he had realized, the soft smile on his face had faded into a flustered expression. He had realized something.

- Did he.. like you?

- Nervously laughing as you kept talking, trying to seem as if he was listening, the memories of both you and him had played inside his head. It all made sense now. But.. what did this mean for your friendship now? You didn't seem like you liked him, yet he couldn't be so sure.

- As you slept in a seperate bed that night, and he played Minecraft trying to keep himself awake so he could think more, he thought about it. What should he do now that he knew that he liked you? By the time you woke up, he still hadn't figured it out. Well.. because he kinda passed out next to your bed with Minecraft still on, but whatever.

- He decided to look up what to do. Trying to flirt usually just made you think it was in a joking sense, seemingly considering you just flirted back with an amused smile. Sending subtle hints went over your head. Him holding your hand well.. didnt really do much to you seemingly, but it did do a lot to him.

- The red hoodied man knew he was hopelessly in love, but he just didn't know what to do about it to make you actually get the hint or make you like him. Meanwhile, you did like him back, but any hint or flirt that went your way made you just think he was joking around. And hurt you even more.

- Edd tried giving the guy advice, Matt too, while Tom just watched with an entertained smile. He never thought his rival would be in love, and he didn't know why he enjoyed watching his despair about you possibly not liking him so much.

- On a night in December, you hadn't been having a particularly great day. Tord had been flirting a lot more than usual which just made you feel hurt, you had heard him denying any possibility that he might have liked you to a complete stranger who had mistaken the two of you as a couple, you had been treated rudely by many people today, etc.

- Tord tried to comfort you, even if he didn't know why you were even upset. But then, as if a total ton of your heart had spilled out, you had blurted; "I don't know, I don't know man! Maybe if you actually realized I liked you, it would make me a feel a teensy bit better!"

- A few seconds passed by as you breathed heavily, you realized what you had said. Warmth had flooded your face, but more tears had flooded your eyes than the blood rushing to your face. "Wha- what? You.. you like me?" He muttered.

- "I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you spend the night with me today.. I should just go-" A force on your hand had stopped you from turning and running off, making you turn back in surprise. "W-Wait! Don't go! I.." He trailed off, and gently pulled himself closer.

- "I like you too.." He averted his gaze, whilst blushing in the midst of your eyes on him. You widened your eyes, "Wha.. you don't have to try and make me feel better, dude.. you denied it earlier this-" His voice cut you off again, "I know I did.. I didn't want to admit it to a total stranger. I didn't think you actually liked me back.."

- "You.. didn't think I liked you back?" Awkwardly, you smiled and nervously laughed. "Dude, what do you think I was so affectionate for?" He began to laugh a bit too, but the awkwardness stayed stiff in the air. "I- I don't know, I just assumed you were being you.." He smiled softly, looking away still.

- "Heh..eheh.. are you.. are you sure you like me back? You can tell me if you don't, I promise-" "Y/N, baby.. look, I like you, alright? I know that somehow you didn't think I liked you back, but i can tell you that I really do love you." He cut of you off, eyes full of genuineness. "And I mean that. We could even start a relationship.. if you want." He stumbled on his words, seeming unsure whether you wanted that or not.

- You nodded, and chuckled with a smile; "Y-Yeah.. of course! I'd love to be your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner, Tord!" He smiled again, the two you of you kept exchanging awkward conversation. But.. it felt as if the tension had been lifted off your shoulders. You liked eachother.. a lot. And you could tell this was the beginning of.. well, maybe not something beautiful when others looked at it. But it was the beginning of something beautiful to you both.

Tom:

- It was December when the both of you had met, Tom felt himself suffer as he watched all the Christmas decorations being put up. He looked up blankly as Edd put up the decorations. He felt like destroying it all with his harpoon gun, but he still somewhat cared about how they felt, so he didn't say much.

- You had been a stranger walking back to your not so far away house, and you stopped to look at the decorations. They were beautiful, so you decided to admire them. Tom noticed you immediately as he drank the hot coco that was alcohol, but Edd replaced it with hot coco because he didn't exactly like when he was drunk. He also didn't want him to almost destroy an entire town again so..

- You noticed him looking back, and gave him a thumbs up with a smile. He wasn't sure of how to respond, this hadn't ever happened before. So he awkwardly smiled back.

- The first time you two actually began to talk was the next month when you had seen eachother in a guitar shop. He was there because for some reason Matt needed a guitar for most likely one of his stupid antics again, and you were there because you wanted to practice guitar but didn't have one.

- When he had said "Lame." like always, you responded with "Cool." This was due to the fact that somehow Matt has already learnt a song on guitar. How? Do.. don't question it.

- The two of you somehow began talking from there, and surprisingly, he found himself kind of enjoying your company. You too didn't really have much of a fondness for Christmas, but not like a hatred or anything, you just didn't like it. You named your Guitar immediately upon buying it. And you also were a person who got drunk often. The only thing not alike in you two was your personalities.

- You exchanged numbers, and talked pretty often. But it was more of you just going over to his house or him going over to your house than the two of you talking to eachother on the phone.

- Tord immediately took notice of this, and began to tease him as much as he could, which would often earn him a punch or two. Edd did in fact point out how much he was going over to your house a lot though, and you were coming to their house a lot as well. Edd seemed happy that Tom had actually found someone he enjoyed the company of though.

- But unlike the others who took a bit of time to realize how they felt, it immediately clicked to him after a few weeks of knowing you. There was only reason someone could make him that happy.. and that was the rare occasion of him being in love.

- Nothing really changed about his behavior towards you unsurprisingly, only being a bit more closed off to you. In secret, he kind of planned to make you a song, but quickly crossed off the idea because he thought it sounded dumb. He figured that you probably didn't like him back anyway.

- As for you, it clicked one day when you had come over to his house again. Edd and Matt had surprisingly got into an argument over something, and Tord joined in solely for the sake of causing more trouble. The two of you watched from the sidelines, with a slightly entertained look on your face and a blank look on his. In that moment, you had asked if he wanted to just go to his room and hang out there.

- He agreed, just because he didn't really wanna get involved in the fight on accident anyway. So the two of you left off to his room, and began to just converse there. You pointed out his guitar, and asked if he could play a little something for you. He declined at first, but agreed to after some pleading.

- His voice was oddly calm and soothing, but it could get rough and loud when it needed to. He sang the lyrics, and you watched in awe as his fingers strummed along the guitar strings. As a sense of joy overflowed you, you had realized something.. oh shit, you were in love. With an emo British boy.

- Unlike the others, your mutual pining was actually pretty chill? Yeah, you didn't think he liked you back considering he just didn't seem like that type of person, but ya didn't freak out just in his presence or anything. And nor did he.

- I mean yeah, you did kinda tense up or blush a little if he slightly touched you considering he didn't exactly do that often, but you were fine. You on the other hand did touch people often(or at least more than he did if you aren't a very affectionate person), so there would only be a slight blush when you did that to Tom.

- The confession had only happened upon you having a casual conversation with the man. Calm as ever, you smoothly went; "Oh yeah, by the way I love you man." With a chuckle. He responded, "Yeah, I know. You tell me that all the time." But then you went, "Well yeah, but I mean it in a lovey-dovey type of way this time man."

- That was enough to make him spit out his drink, and make you burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Oh, oh.. sorry. Had to bring it up at some point." You wheezed as his now white eyes looked at you in shock. "Dont worry, don't worry, it's fine if ya don't like me back. I'd understand if you'd rather be with Susan." You joked, well- you yourself really didn't care if he liked you or not, but was figuring he probably didn't.

- To your surprise, he said: "Well, you'll be relieved to know I like you too.. I guess." He looked away, red dusted on his cheeks. Now that wasn't a response you were expecting, but you smiled lightly and blushed softly. "Oh.. well, guess I get a boyfriend after all." You commented with a laugh.

- Overall, you two are probably the chillest couple ever.

[lady-celeste25-deactivated20260]

Christmas with the Dork- John Egbert x reader

(I’m really in a Christmas mood so take this.

Tw: Nothing)

You rub your eyes as you scroll through your phone. Old messages, TikTok, anything that could entertain you at this point. You’re home from college for Christmas Break and you are having, not gonna lie, a pretty amazing time. Your mom and dad made a bunch of food. Plus, it was only the 23rd so that means things are barely over yet. They both wanted to know every single thing about what happened during the semester. Both of them especially wanted to know about your boyfriend, John Egbert. It got so bad that eventually, you just invited him over. Of course, they loved him. 

You had been dating for about three months and had known each other since practically the first day. Rose Lalonde, one of your good friends, was in one of your classes and introduced him to you. Mostly because she said your personalities meshed perfectly. She was right, of course. 

Keep reading

[tr1xc]

putting a few of the ones I already wrote here!!

✨ John Relationship Hcs✨

-johns a REALLY GOOD FUCKING LISTENER and will seriously always be down to listen to you vent. he’s not the *best* at giving advice but he’s here for you like 🥰

-okay okay john can play piano right? if you’re interested in it he will devote HOURS to impress you. and he’s like. hella talented??? hello???

-loves to make inside jokes only the two of you understand CONSTANTLY.

-quite overbearing when it comes to kissing. it’s like a fucking overexcited dog.

-holy shit you wearing his glasses. he’s literally the equivalent of “hnngnfngngnfhdh 🥰🥰”.

-loves to hold your hand in public, i can’t elaborate he jsut does

-his hair. soft. he doesn’t even try to make it that way it jsut is.

-will make jokes 24/7 just to see you smile : )

-would totally make/buy a similar disguise to the one he has so y’all can match 🥺

-is a bit clingy tbh. but not in like an extreme way. it’s just comforting to have someone there for him when he needs it and he isn’t exactly sure how to express it besides just clinging at your side (oh no i’m self projecting on this one 😔)

-honestly??? doodling stupid things on each other with marker. it’s all for shits and giggles until he writes “i love you < 3” and then the both of you are all blushing and shit hngnfnfngng

-MOVIES. OMFG I WAITED THIS LONG TO MENTION IT. literally have a movie night at LEAST every other day. regardless. they always end with cuddles i’m sorry no arguments.

-has probably cried to you at least once from constant stress and not venting about his issues. the best thing to do is tell him that you’re there for him and hug him. hell feel super bad about pinning his problems on you but honestly acknowledges that you’re there for him

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john NSFW hcs?

John NSFW hcs

- a big switch, but yknow my rules :) either way, very gentle and soft in bed though and extremely vanilla

- sex with him isn’t often either but when it happens it’s very soft and sweet and very intimate for the both of you

- so there’s lotsa I love you’s and things of that nature and often likes to kiss and hug when you two have sex

- and he says it’s strictly making love, not fucking! Doesn’t matter what anyone else says on the matter. That aside though..

- he likes his hair being played with, not tugged exactly, just played with. Especially when he’s giving oral

- speaking of, loves to give oral, he loves giving to you in general and likes to please you a lot!

- like if he were to dom he’d probs just be a service dom, but anyways . He’s very sweet

- says no to hickeys but also doesn’t mind if you do end up giving him some

- despite being vanilla, likes shower sex and sex in other places so long as it isn’t risky and he knows you won’t get caught cause holy shit that’d be embarrassing

[somberauthor]

could you do a john egbert x reader where theyre having a sleepover or sth, and john is being a little shit about wanting cuddles? also i just want to say your writing is great!!!

i figured a john one would be a good one to start with..

JOHN EGBERT <3 READER

You were having a sleepover with your DARLING boyfriend John Egbert. Currently the two of you sat on the bed, doing your own things, you were messing around doing something on your phone and John.. was doing John things!! or something.. you weren't paying too much attention to him at the moment(which he did NOT appreciate)

John sighed, very obviously trying to hint at his need for attention without actually saying anything about it. He huffed and pouted, but DAMN was the thing on your phone interesting as hell. John clearly was NOT having it, as he started to poke and prod at your cheek trying to make you look at him, resting his head on your shoulder to try and get a peak at what could POSSIBLY be more important than him at the moment.

Ultimately deciding that what you're doing isn't actually that important, he lays drapes himself over you dramatically, making exaggerated, longing sighs. "what are you doing John.." you sigh, finally looking away from your phone to look down at him. He just giggles, nuzzling further into your torso. You ruffle his hair "alright.. i guess you win.. what did you want??" you finally ask him "just.." he starts, his voice muffled by the fact he's still snuggled against you "just this" you can feel him smiling into you as he says this.

i hope this was good.

~mod john

[dav3katz-deactivated20250509]

when i become creative i’ll ask for better things but even more john/reader hcs?

Even more John relationship hcs

- did I mention he likes to shower with you? Just a fun fact, he likes to do it to get shit done faster and also he gets to see your gorgeous body as a bonus

- he becomes kinda a clean freak as time goes by, so he starts becoming kinda a pain in the ass and is like “why is this here?” “Why is there DUST!!” he starts becoming a old man by the day

- starts flirting in the dumb and dorky way so the cheesiest pickups lines you’ve ever heard

- would be the boyfriend to want to match clothing, it’s really bad and embarrassing

- would do that for Halloween as well lol but it would probably be less embarrassing and more funny and cute

- likes to carry you bridal style and uses any excuse he can to do so, carrying you to your room, even if your not tired, if your leg hurts the ever so fucking slightest he is carrying you bridal style !!!

- he’s just a dork, but anywayz you know all his favorite movies by heart because of how much he makes you watch them with him and he’s totally just the type to be like “look look it’s my favorite part!”

[halloweensuittruffles]

Can I ask for a fic with karkat shoosh papping someone or do I need to be more specific?

No need for further explanation Anon!! I gotcha! ^w^

Karkat x reader: Shoosh pap x45!!

You had a white quadrant pattern blanket wrapped around you. You were curled into it like a ball laying on your side on your bed. Today wasn’t the best of days for you, sometimes it’s just not feeling great. Or maybe it’s fine but you wish it was a bit better, even just a lil bit.

After what felt like a thousand years you sat up hopping off your mattress. You wandered out the doorframe of your room to where you heard the repeated crushing of what sounded like buttons on a controller. A very furious Karkat was biting his tongue slightly as he moved a X-Bug controller playing some sort of RPG.

Glancing at the screen it seems to be a boss battle with a giant dragon. A Part of you wanted to say something, or wave your hand, or just clear your throat with a “aHEM.”

Butttt there was also a large part of you that didn’t wanna make a fuss, you know how Vantas gets with intense video games.

Instead you try a softer approach! Blanket over your shoulders you scooted on the couch next to Karkat’s fury rage. Thankfully the sudden weight on the couch kinda snapped Karkat out of it. He instinctively hit the pause button on the top of the controller looking over to you

“HEY WHAT YOU SNATCHING MY BLANKET FOR?” The troll asked teasingly, which made you snort slightly then sink into the blanket some more.

“Just feeling a lil tired..” You mumbled

Karkat placed his controller on the coffee table in front of him with his expression softening some, trolls seemed to be able to sense peoples emotions a lot more. Karkat scooted over to your side so your shoulders were brushing slightly

“YOU SAID THAT YESTERDAY. HOW CAN YOU STILL BE QUOTE ON QUOTE TIRED? WHATS REALLY UP?” He questioned moving some of your hair away from your eyes gingerly with his black painted claws.

“I’ve just, been feeling out of it y’know?” You moved your head to nuzzle your cheek into Karkat’s leg. Which usually he would have kicked someone off of him for even thinking of such an act. But he let you stay there

You explained to Karkat what you’ve been feeling, some things, big things, stuff that’s been bothering you in your day at the time.

As you spoke the troll started rubbing his palm gently against your forehead, then stroking it some. He repeated this action with his hand very slowly. Which despite its difference to anything you’ve known it was extremely comforting. You felt like falling asleep on a cloud. Humming some you peaked an eye open up at the troll. He had a soft smile poking at his face, not seeming to notice you peeking. You smiled softly to yourself fully closing your eyes again and finding yourself drifting off.

[fartmaster-666]

NEW FANFIC COMING RIGHT UP FROM YOURS TRULY!!!! 🥶🥶🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥🔥

[patchwork-oil]

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

   It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

  The front door jingles and opens. 

   Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

   I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess. 

   Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now. 

   “Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

   “Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door. 

   “You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

   Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside. 

   “You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

   “Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

   “I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

   “I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.” 

   “I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm. 

   “Fucker,” he spits.

   “And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

   “Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

   “You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled. 

   “Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.” 

   “You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.” 

   He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch. 

   Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away. 

   We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

   “Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

   Eh? Ruminating over. 

   “Earth to (name).” 

   “I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

   Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment. 

   “Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.” 

   A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch. 

   “Food’s ready.” 

   “Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.” 

   “Mhm.”

   We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table. 

   “Kar?” 

   He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling. 

   “I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

   He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing. 

   “Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game. 

   I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.” 

   “If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.” 

   “Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

   “I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.” 

   “Gross, in front of my chicken?” 

_________________

   “Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

   “Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

   “It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

   “I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

   “You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

   A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting. 

   “You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

   “Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

   “Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

   Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

   “We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

   “Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

   “No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

   “YES! That’s the spirit.”

   We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra. 

   A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

   “FUCKING-“

   “No no no, focus-“

   Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us. 

   We launch ourselves at the goal. 

   Everything is still.

   A successful note starts to ring.

   “YES HOLY SHIT!”

   “Oh my god!”

   We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

   -at the same time he turns to look at me. 

   Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

   “I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

   “No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

   We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect. 

   What. 

   The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

   “Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window. 

   “(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that. 

   I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts. 

   “We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

   He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place. 

   “Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door. 

   “What the- (Name)!”

   “Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

   And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door. 

   Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

   Why am I freaking out so much?

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Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3