#again thank you soo much for asking me these ❤

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Heyy Nausicaa!!

I love all of your fics, you're an amazing writer!

So, could you do a fic about mop era James hetfield and the reader? They r best friends and the reader gets a bf and James doesn't like him bc he's toxic but the reader doens't see him as toxic. They get in a fight outside the bar she told James about her bf and James is drunk telling the reader how he could be a better bf than her current bf is. The fight ends when the reader starts walking to her bf's house and James runs to her bc he doens't want her to go there. Soo they walk to james' apartment. At the apartment James agrees to sleep on the couch so the reader coul sleep in his room. They go to sleep but James can't sleep so he sneaks in his bedroom where the reader is sleeping and lays next to her and cuddles her. The next morning they wake up in each others arms and the reader finally comes to her senses about her current bf that he's toxic. Then she breaks up with him over the phone. James is real happy and then they cuddle some more and then... Suprise suprise they get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 😏🤭

Thank you so much, I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mature themes, sexual content, emotional intensity, toxic relationship,

Breaking Through

James Hetfield had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We’d been through it all together—the wild nights, the heavy conversations, the laughter, and even the silence that spoke louder than words. Our friendship had always been easy, natural, and unspoken in a way that felt comfortable. We didn’t need to say it, but we both knew we’d always have each other’s backs.

And then there was him. My boyfriend.

It started innocently enough, just a guy who caught my attention. At first, he seemed perfect—charming, funny, easygoing. We fit together, or so I thought. But James hated him. And that wasn’t something I was used to. James wasn’t a guy who hated easily. If anything, he gave people the benefit of the doubt. But not this guy. And at first, I didn’t get it. I thought he was just being overprotective. But the more I ignored his warnings, the more I started to feel it in my gut—something wasn’t right.

I should’ve listened to him.

Tonight, the tension had reached a breaking point. I found myself outside a bar, feeling a little too buzzed from the drinks I’d had, standing in front of James, ready to tell him everything about the latest drama in my relationship. I thought I could keep it casual, tell him I was fine, but James had other plans.

We stood under the glow of the streetlight, the night air crisp against my skin. James leaned against the brick wall of the bar, cigarette in hand, but he wasn’t smoking. He was just looking at me with those blue eyes that seemed to see straight through me.

“Hey,” I said, trying to break the silence.

“Hey,” he replied, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his boot. His gaze didn’t leave me. “What’s going on? You look... off.”

I shrugged, playing it off. “Just the usual stuff. My boyfriend’s being weird, but you know, it’s fine.”

James pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “You’re not fine, Y/N. I can see it. You’re not fine.”

I froze. There it was again—his ability to see straight through me. He always had it, but tonight, it hit differently.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to mask the nerves in my voice.

“Don’t lie to me,” James said, his voice quiet but firm. “I’m your friend. I know when something’s wrong.” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’re with him, but you’re not happy. Why are you staying in something that’s pulling you down?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. How could I explain it to him? How could I tell him that I didn’t want to face the truth? That maybe, just maybe, he was right?

“Y/N,” James continued, stepping closer again, his voice lower now, “You deserve better than this guy. He doesn’t care about you the way you think he does. I can see it, and you can too, if you’d just let yourself.”

I felt a lump form in my throat. “You don’t know him like I do, James. He’s not perfect, but he’s mine.”

James took a sharp breath. His expression was tight now, frustrated. “That’s the problem, Y/N. He’s dragging you down. And you deserve better than this. I care about you more than he ever will, and I’m not gonna sit here and watch you get hurt.”

His words landed like a slap, but they weren’t angry—just raw. And for the first time, I realized just how much he really meant it. This wasn’t about him wanting me for himself—this was about him wanting me to be happy, wanting me to be free from something that was suffocating me.

I stepped back, the words on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. My heart pounded, the weight of his words pressing down on me.

“You know I’m right,” James said quietly. “I could be a better boyfriend to you than he ever could.”

My breath caught. Was he serious? He had always been there for me—sure, he’d always been my friend—but this was different. This was… something else.

“James…” My voice faltered. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

But James shook his head, a frustrated, pained expression crossing his face. “I’m not drunk, Y/N. I’m not. I’m just telling you what I see. And what I see is you settling for someone who doesn’t care about you the way I do.”

I felt a sharp sting in my chest, my mind reeling. I had no idea how to respond, so instead of saying anything, I just turned away. The cold night air hit my face as I started walking, desperate to get away from the conversation, away from everything.

But James wasn’t having it. “Where are you going?” he called after me, his voice urgent.

I didn’t answer, just kept walking in the direction of my boyfriend’s house.

“Y/N, don’t do this,” he said, his footsteps loud behind me. “Don’t go there. Please.”

I felt my frustration rise. “I’m fine, James. I’m going to him. It’s none of your business.”

“It is my business,” he said, voice firm. “You’re my best friend. I care about you more than anything, and I won’t just stand by and watch you walk into a situation that’s gonna hurt you. I’m not letting you go there.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to process the weight of his words. Everything inside me wanted to keep going, to ignore what he was saying, but a part of me was scared. Scared of what I was doing, scared of what James was saying.

“Please,” he begged, his voice breaking a little. “Don’t go there. Please.”

I stopped walking, my body trembling with the weight of everything. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was scared. Scared of the relationship I was in, scared of how tangled I had gotten in something that wasn’t good for me.

I turned around slowly, looking at James. He was standing a few feet behind me, his hands clenched at his sides, his expression softening. For the first time in a long time, I saw it. The care, the love, the pure concern in his eyes.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I won’t go.”

James exhaled like he’d been holding his breath. Without a word, he started walking toward me. “I’ll take you back to my place. We’ll talk it through. I won’t let you go through this alone.”

When we reached his apartment, James didn’t push. He just opened the door and let me step inside. The familiarity of the space, the comfort of it, felt strange in the best way. I was used to this place, but tonight, it felt different.

“You can sleep in my room,” James said, gesturing toward the door. “I’ll take the couch. I won’t push you to talk if you don’t want to.”

I nodded, too emotionally drained to protest. I needed space, but I also needed comfort. I slipped into his room, wrapping myself in the warmth of his bed, but sleep didn’t come easily.

Eventually, I felt the bed shift. A warmth spread beside me, and I froze. I looked over my shoulder, and there he was—James, his face relaxed as he laid down beside me, his arm gently around my waist.

I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. It felt right. It felt safe. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe.

I closed my eyes and let myself rest, my mind swirling with everything that had happened, but somehow feeling lighter than I had in weeks.

The next morning, the soft light of dawn filtered through the window. I turned over slowly, and there he was—James, still holding me close, his arm wrapped around me protectively. For a moment, I just lay there, taking in the peacefulness of the moment.

I didn’t know how to put it into words, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. My relationship had been toxic. I had known about it for a while, but I hadn’t wanted to face it. Now, with James here, so close, so real, I finally understood.

I reached for the phone and dialed my boyfriend’s number.

When he answered, I didn’t hesitate. “It’s over,” I said, my voice steady. “I’m done.”

 The phone call had ended, but the weight of my past relationship still hung in the air like a fog. I felt lighter, yes, but also raw—exposed in a way I hadn’t been before. And there James was, standing close, his gaze never leaving mine. The intensity in his eyes seemed to say everything, everything I hadn’t been able to put into words. At that moment, I didn’t need words.

His arms pulled me close, his chest rising and falling against mine as he held me tightly. His warmth was intoxicating, grounding me. And with every breath I took, I felt a part of me slip away—the burdens, the doubts. But what remained? That unmistakable pull between us.

“You don’t have to carry that anymore, Y/N,” James murmured into my hair, his voice thick with emotion. His fingers trailed gently down my back, soothing and steady.

I nodded, the words a comfort, even though they didn’t fully capture everything I was feeling. The relief was there, but there was also something else—a deep, almost dizzying awareness of him. The way his body felt against mine, the heat that seemed to radiate from him, pulling me in closer with every passing second.

And then, without thinking, I tilted my head up, closing the distance between us, and kissed him.

It started slow, tentative, as if we were both testing the waters. His lips were soft, but there was an urgency behind them, a hunger that matched mine. I felt myself melting into him, responding with equal intensity. His hands found their way to my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My body pressed flush against his, and I could feel every inch of him, the warmth of his skin, the solidness of his muscles. It sent a shock of electricity through me.

When we pulled back, James stood before me, his eyes locked on mine, a question lingering in his gaze.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he says, his voice low, almost hesitant, as if he’s giving me room to decide.

I smile, my heart racing a little faster with the closeness between us. “You’re not,” I reply softly, taking a step toward him. My fingers hover over the collar of his shirt, and I slowly unbutton the first one, the motion deliberate. Each button undone feels like the quiet shedding of a barrier between us, a promise that we’re both ready for this.

His eyes follow my hands as I slowly remove his shirt, the fabric sliding off his shoulders and falling to the floor. There’s a moment where we just stand there, looking at each other, as if taking in the enormity of what’s happening.

I reach for the hem of my own shirt, pulling it off slowly, the cool air against my skin sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel his gaze on me, warm and searching, but there’s no judgment. Just a deep, unspoken understanding between us.

James steps closer, his hand brushing against my bare skin as he tugs gently at the waistband of my jeans. He pauses for a moment, looking at me, asking for permission with just the look in his eyes. I nod, my hands moving to help him, pushing the jeans down over my hips.

The sound of fabric hitting the floor fills the room, and for a moment, there’s nothing else but the warmth of his body just inches away, the air heavy with anticipation. His hands move to my back, slowly undoing the clasp of my bra, his fingers light but sure. I feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach, but they quickly settle as he brushes the straps off my shoulders. We’re moving slowly, methodically, as if neither of us wants to rush this moment.

I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart under my fingertips as I trace the lines of his body. I can feel the heat between us, the way our bodies naturally gravitate toward one another. The last of his clothes fall to the floor, and we’re both standing there, exposed to one another, the air thick with something deeper than just desire.

He pulls me close, his lips finding mine in a soft kiss, a slow exploration that speaks more than words ever could. I press closer, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles shift as he moves.

Slowly, I guide him toward the bed, crawling beneath the soft covers, my heart racing as I feel the weight of him beside me. He follows, his body pressing against mine in the most comforting way. The warmth of his skin against mine feels like the world stopping, like everything has led to this moment.

 The room is warm, the air thick with the heat of our bodies pressed together. James hovers just above me, his chest rising and falling quickly, and I can feel his presence in every part of me. His body against mine is a perfect weight, pressing me into the soft sheets, and I can’t help but respond to every tiny shift of his.

His gaze locks with mine, dark and intense, and his lips are just inches from my neck. There’s a brief pause as he takes in the moment, making sure I’m comfortable, his fingers brushing over my skin as he adjusts himself, moving just a little closer. His breath falters, and I feel the subtle tension in him.

And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he shifts—his body fitting against mine, his breath hot against my skin as he thrusts, just enough to send a wave of heat through me. The feeling is intense, unexpected, and before I can even catch my breath, a soft moan escapes my lips, my body reacting to him instinctively.

James freezes for a split second, his breath shaky, eyes searching mine. His hands move to my waist, guiding me gently as he shifts again, adjusting himself to settle into a rhythm that feels even better, deeper. He looks down at me, and I can see the flicker of desire in his eyes, the way he’s trying to hold back, but can’t help but let his body respond to mine.

“You okay?” His voice is strained, barely above a whisper, and I feel the weight of his concern, the tenderness in his touch.

I nod, my voice barely audible, “Yes…” My fingers dig into his shoulders as I pull him closer, urging him to keep going, to keep moving.

James moves again, this time just a little deeper, his breath coming quicker as he adjusts, finding that perfect place where we’re both completely connected. My body reacts, my muscles tightening as I gasp softly, a quiet moan escaping my lips at the sensation.

His breathing becomes faster, more ragged, and I can feel him trembling slightly as he moves again, his hips shifting in perfect rhythm with mine. Every motion, every touch feels like it’s pulling us deeper, and I feel every inch of him, the way his body presses into mine, the way his hands hold me gently yet firmly.

I let out another soft moan, louder this time, unable to hold it back. My body arches up to meet him, my fingers digging into his back as he moves in a slow, deliberate rhythm, deepening the connection between us with each shift. His breath is hot against my neck, his chest pressing against mine, and the sensation is overwhelming, making my heart race even faster.

His voice is low, strained as he leans in, brushing his lips across my jawline. “You feel so good,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire, and I feel a jolt of warmth race through me at the sound of it.

I pull him closer, my hands tangling in his hair, as my body responds to him with every slow, deep thrust. The pressure inside me builds, every shift of his body sending waves of pleasure through me. And with each movement, I can hear the soft gasps and moans slipping from my lips, the sound of our breathing quickening as we move together in perfect sync.

I can feel him tremble slightly as he adjusts again, his movements becoming more deliberate, more urgent. He shifts again, deeper, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me, my voice breaking slightly as my body reacts to him, the intensity building between us.

“James…” I gasp, barely able to get his name out, and my hands tighten around him as the tension inside me becomes almost unbearable. The way he moves, the way he adjusts to match me, brings us closer, and I feel myself getting closer to the edge with each thrust, each movement.

And then, as the pressure inside me reaches its peak, I let out a soft cry, my body shuddering as I reach that moment, that release. James follows closely behind, his breath shaky as he moves with me, his hands gentle on my skin, holding me close as we both come undone.

We stay like that for a moment, breathing heavily, our bodies still connected, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. His forehead rests against mine, his breath coming in shallow bursts, and I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady reminder that we’re both here, together.

He brushes his lips over my forehead, a tender, gentle kiss. “Are you okay?” he asks again, his voice soft, almost a whisper now.

I smile softly, my fingers tracing the lines of his back as I nod, my voice breathless. “Perfect.”

James pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me as we lay there, tangled together in the quiet aftermath. The world outside seems so far away now, and all that matters is the gentle rise and fall of our chests, the warmth of his body next to mine, and the quiet peace we’ve found in each other.

But then, just as the last remnants of the moment linger between us, James lifts his head slightly, his eyes searching mine with a new intensity. His thumb gently strokes my cheek, and his voice drops to a hushed whisper.

“You’re mine, Y/n,” he says softly, the words full of promise, raw with emotion. “And I won’t ever let anyone harm you. Not now, not ever. You’re safe with me.”

His lips meet mine in a slow, lingering kiss—full of tenderness, full of everything he’s just spoken. And in that kiss, I feel the truth of his words, the depth of his emotions, and a quiet certainty that nothing could ever take this from us.

As the kiss ends, I whisper softly, my voice full of gratitude, “Thank you, Jamie…”

He smiles against my lips, the warmth of it reaching all the way to my heart. His hand rests on my cheek for a moment, then moves to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Slowly, he lowers his head, resting it on my chest, his body curling into mine.

I run my fingers through his hair, gently stroking it, savoring the quiet peace between us. The sound of his breathing slows, becoming steady and calm as I hold him close, and for a moment, the world feels perfectly still, just us—together.

[justcallmedoz3]

I wanted to say this from a long time ago but I'm a little shy And nervous (｡>﹏<｡)

Don't get me wrong but You art is so amazinggggg!!!! I love the way you drawing lingsha and the others too (all of them is so AMAZING.)

Btw I like Hazbin hotel, halluva boss, ejen ali, and BoBoiBoy too hehe (*´꒳`*)

If you're bothered don't have to answer, I'm just a little excited (╥ω╥`)

Hii ilopesnow!!, (･ิω･ิ)ノ

Aka Rara!

I am so happy you decided to send me this chat because it genuinely makes my day better!! .

And THANK YOUUU!! soo much for the compliment for the arts that I post it means so Much for me, fufu ~ (≧∇≦)/

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

And I just wanted to say this too, I also love your art!,

I like the art of lbd since she's one of my favorite characters, and it's just so AMAZING to you draw her so well!.

The recent too MEI AND AO LIE!, He looks soo CUTEEEE and how you made him is just so splendid

AND YOUR OC AOI!!!

(I just love seeing others people oc since they are so creative!)

You are such a talented artist Rara, And thank you again for supporting!! ❤

And I absolutely LOVE HOW YOU COLOR THE CHARACTERS!! >-< .

I am just so happy I could see creative, and absolutely TALENTED artist here!

I'm still so glad I get to shares my interest here and shares some of my creations

And I love to find others who also shares the same interest.

Like ejen ali, BoBoiBoy, hb, lmk, hh, and etc !!.

And while we're here, I also wanted to ask what's your favorite BoBoiBoy and ejen Ali characters (๑'ᴗ')ゞ

(And please don't be nervous talking with me!, I will absolutely love! to see and answering your comments Rara! .

And no worries you are not bothering me at all, I'm actually happy I get to chat with wonderful artist who shared interest with me here like you Rara!! ^_^)

[thejournallo]

Okay.. so this is how my SATs routine goes. I go to sleep whenever I feel tired or sleepy. And after some time I just start affirming. Like, I have this and that , right. I dont usually feel anything, but some nights I feel happy while affirming cuz it kinda feels real. While affirming, random thoughts come to my head and I just ignore them and go back to affirming. And before even I know it , I have fallen asleep. And next day I wake up.

But some days I wake during the night, and start affirming again. Yeah and that is my routine .

Thank you very much for your support. I appreciate it soo much.❤

Hello!

I’m going to ask a few more questions, and if you prefer, you can DM me your answers so we can take our time figuring this out together!

What are those random thoughts you’re experiencing? Are they doubts or positive thoughts?

Have you tried taking a break from the method for a few days to see if that helps?

When you wake up during the night, how do you feel?

What kinds of dreams do you have when you fall asleep?

What affirmations are you using?

Your routine seems perfectly fine because it respects the basics of the method itself—starting in a state akin to sleep. What I’m trying to understand is if there’s something internal affecting the process, like doubts, negative surroundings, or even being in a constant state of alert.

I’m sorry for asking so many questions! You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable—you have complete free will. I’m simply trying to better understand your situation, especially because this is an experiment, and I’m incredibly curious to see whether it’s a gap in the SATs method or just an external factor.

[karlachismylife]

Since Soap has already been done, I'm requesting Karlach ❤ for the ask game plz <3

Yesss my babies gonna be together in an ask game ^^ Thank you love, it's so nice to be able to yap about faves :3

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

Soo, Karlach Cliffgate, the devil woman after my heart, eh?

favorite thing about them

Damn, I can't go with "everything" again, can I? Would've been even truer than with Soap, honestly...

But it's actually easy to choose one thing about her: it's the whole jorney of her relationship with death. From the starting point, where she's angry, blazing hot, ready to fight with no clear understanding where it'll lead her, through the whole fragile hope of fixing her engine and growing determination to have her revenge and take back what's been stolen from her (a whole separate additional path with the romance and the evolution of her love expression), to the deepeest pit of despair and defeat after even her relentless optimism can't defy her mortality; and finally - the acceptance of it and the newly solidified will to live to the fullest, no matter how short. (And the happy end epilogue, obviously. Her finally regaining that autonomy, but not through the path of a one on one revenge, but in a fight next to person/people who have her back, with Karlach in the center of it, opposite to how Gortash was kinda the focus at some point.)

Karlach is unique and so precious to me in the sense, that while she accepts her non-existent chances of survival (to the point where she's fully ready to go and you have to CONVINCE her to go back to Avernus), it's neither defeatist nor calm. Her flame stays blazing hot even when she stops fighting her own death directly, it does not get tamed into some inner peace. She makes peace with her situation, yes, but she does not stop being her passionate flammable self.

This is actually why I absolutely do not accept the ceremorphosis ending for her as any kind of compromise. She describes her flame feeling calmer, less hot in the dialogue you can have after, and to me it signals the most that there is nothing of Karlach left in that creature. Karlach knows peace and calm, but they are not cool for her.

At least in my opinion, of course.

least favorite thing about them

Apart from the horrible fact that we had to wait for HOW LONG to get at least somewhat a happy ending with her (still not the full package unlike some other companions)???? Hm. That's actually tough. Uhhh... uhh...

That she seems to be reluctant towards polyamory?.. I mean, no other character (and only one person irl) made me feel as ready to go into an exclusive relationship as her, so it's not even bothering me that much; but I am too much of a poly ass to not want to have a huge ass polycule where Karlach would be at the centre of all big cuddles and absolutely showered with love LIKE SHE DESERVES.

is it obvious that i am biased towards my faves

favorite line

"It isn't fair. I don't want it like this."

The whole monologue is the best. Probably the best moment in the whole game to me. But this line is the one that makes my tears flow every fucking time. I can watch the monologue on x2 speed that takes away half of the performance. I can hear it alone with the rest of the scene cut. I can fucking read the words and hear her voice in my head.

And I will always cry. It's not just about Karlach alone. It's too much how I have felt about the world for years.

brOTP

Karlach x Wyll, I guess?... Them and Karlach x Astarion are my top-2 origin ships (bloodspawn in first place because it seems to be less popular and I am that bitch that wants to be nOt lIKe oThErs. in reality, simply because the most popular ones are usually the most obvious ones and there's not too much to study, so I love them, but am not as hooked by them. does it make sense?), and I guess if I'm making Karlach kiss a Scottish mutt, the closest Wyll can get to her heart is being her bestest friend. There is no world where they aren't together in some form to me, though, are you kidding me, this whole game is about them fiercely loving each other BEYOND death. If your friends aren't what Wyll and Karlach are, are they even your friends, hm?

She deserves to have such a friend after 10 (more, since we should count the years she thought Gortash was her friend) years of having no friends/backstabbing cunts close. He deserves to have such a friend after he literally gambles at the highest stake instead of following through with his pact. They deserve each other and no less.

OTP

Karlach x Soap, the rest is secondary. I know what my heart wants.

nOTP

Once again, I reject the cocept of nOTP, however this is the easiest answer. Karlach x Gortash and other toxic shit like Karlach x Zariel or smth. No. No amount of interestinig to explore complicated dynamics can be enough to fully submerge myself and go unbiased into a work on this ship. Sometimes I can let go of my gruges for a short time and look into stuff with no bias, this is not it.

random headcanon

She's actually really good with mechanics. Can understand the principle of work of an unknown invention just from a few looks and if you give her some suitable details will be able to fix shit real good. Maybe not the one to invent her own stuff, but she can construct and deconstruct quite complicated things relatively easy. However, can and will get frustrated easily if something doesn't go smoothly, so maybe keep an eye on her so she doesn't smash your precious one of a kind invention in a fit of rage...

unpopular opinion

Uhm. Uhhhh. I really don't know?? Oh my god no, am I actually gonna be the one to say "she's not all sunshine and rainbows" when I scrunched my nose like a rat at spoiled milk when someone said this about Soap... but really, I don't know what's popular, but maybe people aren't paying that much attention to her trauma and the serene and sad parts of her? Compared to Astarion, for example. There's so much shit she's carrying and if some people see her as JUST a golden retriever (which she totally is, but also more), that's what I don't agree with. But I don't know if it's unpopular, I'll be glad to know that I'm wrong.

song i associate with them

It's between "Little Girl Gone" by CHINCHILLA and "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Variety much?

A separate shoutout to "Chalk Outlines" by Ren and CHINCHILLA, because this has some Karlach x Astarion feel to it. Love both live and studio version to death. But like, a lot of punk/angry/old rock songs remind me of her. She's forever in my heart.

favorite picture of them

Still the commission of her and Soap i got :)

However, in game it's the whole Avernus ending scene. CIGARS THAT SHE LIGHTS UP WITH HER FINGERS?? That nose wrinkle and a little nod before she takes off to a badass soundtrack? The contrast between this and the heartbreaking scene just before? The happiness of her finally having an ally who's willing to go to hell for her? Yeah that shit's cathartic.

Hehehehe now both my sunshines are together, thank uuuu, this was fun!!!

[gojuo]

omg im that person who sent you an ask like months ago about how I was catelyn and Robb trash before I became aegon and alicent trash. You've been one of the few hotd blogs I can stand because woahh why is this fandom so pleased with mediocre nonsensical work???

Reading your thoughts on each episode was healing because it was like FINALLY, AN INTELLECTUAL, and even though I never fully read the books (yet), the show pissed me off so much (and I have a twin bro who loves it *sigh*)

Anyway, I just discovered that you used to be an aot fan because I stumbled upon an old gifset you made, and YOU'RE AN EREN FAN TOO? Like being a fan of Eren post finale is so bad because all the content creators and meta writers just do not understand my boy. So, this just me fangerling over this lol.

Lastly.....I had a couple friends who only watched the show, but haven't read the manga practically beg me to give jujutsu kaisen a chance. Seeing your blog posts have made me hesitate. Would you recommend? T-T

thank you, and im sleep deprived, so that might explain the atrocious grammar.

OH AND, THAT GRRM BLOG POST. I AM SO GLAD HE SAID SOMETHING. Everyone calling him whiny or unprofessional can stfu. It's his work. His art. I'm glad there are those defending him. Because the nonsense being pulled isn't acceptable.

Omg thank you for the compliments that's literally soooo sweet I really don't think my takes are all that so your words are very flattering, thank you very much 😭🫂 and omg yes I know you sent me an ask and I'm soo sorry I haven't responded yet 😭 I get a lot of asks my inbox is always full plus I'm a workaholic who does a lot of overwork that's why I'm barely online/on hiatus in the first place so asks get buried all the time and I tend to ignore my inbox because I get so overwhelmed it's literally a never-ending cycle I just can't get out of 😭😭 I'll try to answer this weekend but no promises 😓

Oh man don't remind me of those AOT days.... You couldn't even say you understood why Eren did what he did or why there were flaws with Armin's group et al or why there was a point to the Yeagerists without getting hounded ... but to be fair I do think Isayama sorta failed in conveying his messages and themes properly but oh well ... It's done and gone I AM FREE and I will never discuss AOT ever again lmao

About JJK...... man.... it hurts.... It was so good...... until it wasn't 😭 Listen it starts out as a 6 or 7 out of 10 until it grows into a pure 10 out of 10 score for the Hidden Inventory & Shibuya Incident arcs ... and then it falls down a steep cliff right into a, in my generous opinion, 2 out of 10 score 😖 Post-Shibuya is so bad I can't even explain it bc it hurts too much to think about... I used to love this series so much and it turned into... this... It's heartbreaking. I only recommend JJK to you if you're aware that it's not that good and it's mostly carried by its battles rather than its plot or characters. And tbh the community is fun. I've had the time of my life when JJK was at its peak in summer '23 and even if the manga is ending in a few weeks, the anime is still ongoing for a few years at least, so there's that too if you care about that ❤

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Hii

Hope u and daisy are doing well now❤😊 I completed reading bedeviled last night ( although epilogue is coming ) i was soo overwhelmed that i couldn't describe my thoughts so here i am writing this now. I am really really glad that i found you in tumblr and u r and will be my one of most cherished writters. I am really loss of words the way u describe the pov of kooks guardian angle, the love he held for jungkook is just overwhelming. The pain jungkook and oc had to go through along with their guardian angle just broke my heart. They are purely in love with each other and both are such innocent and pure souls still they had to go through so much pain just to be with each other again, i really feel destiny was unfair to them. Although JK forget about oc but still cares enough to go back to save her and wants to remember everything for her even when he was devil describes how muchh he loves her, he could've choose a happy life in heaven and to feel his daughter's love but he still chooses to give it up all for oc. I definitely a wanted happy ending but while reading wasn't expecting it. But when i read the last part when Jk said it was all worth it and then his angel is pulling him up from hell, is the moment I cried out of happiness (i cried soo many times while reading the whole chapter i can't even count lol)

Thank you soo much for this amazing story. U r really very talented. I can't thank you enough for creating such a masterpiece. And i am really happy to be the part of this journey.

Take care🥰

It took me way way way way too long to be able to answer this I am so so sorry. All of you guys' asks helped me get through the past few months, tysm ❤️

Hello my love!

Daisy and I are doing okay for now, thank you 🙏🏻😊💖

Don't ever feel bad about waiting to respond because you're feeling overwhelmed, that's why it took me so long to start answering asks 😞 thank you for listening to your body and waiting until it was ready to talk!

The way you describe the story and the characters unconditional love for each (whether it is platonic or more) makes all the hard time writing it all worth it a million times over. One of my biggest fears is always that my beautiful characters will not come through the way I intend for them, not giving them the recognition they deserve. But when you give that to them, it means my heart and soul can finally rest.

Thank you for letting me rest 🖤

I cannot say enough what it means to me that you were on this journey with me and pushing me not to give up with each kind word, thank you so much.

p.s.

thank you for finding me 🤍

ILY 💓

-chip

[bluejeanstrash]

look idk if its because i reread vampires that night or what but i had a dream...😶

okayy soo you know how wonu literally made cheol mad right and he left (part 2) and cheol ends up making reader regret it (part 3). I literally had dream where wonu would end up asking reader to visit him in his room and tried to sort of "claim" her. So reader would be bruised really badly to the point that doctors need to be involved. Cheol finds out that reader is not able to attend him and he goes to see her. After much arguing, reader finally lets cheol in and he gets mad seeing her like that coz reader is his and HIS ONLY (he feels possesive😏). Fast forward, he goes to confront wonu and wonu literally says that, "idk man, she chose me instead of you that day" and they fought (KILL ME but idk why they started flying and fighting, like they pulled some harry potter shit😂)

After this the plot was kind of blurry, but it ends with cheol realising he likes reader and ends up being with her. Idk what hotel transylvania plot is this but yeaa that was my dream hehe... thought I would share this here coz literally and respectfully i think your writing caused this ahahahah😂. Been loving the series so far. Love your writings too well literally found your page through the manspread, mansplain and manipulate fic... I really loved those toooo🤭🥰 Not gonna lie, I reread those way too many times then I like to admit too. Well this message has been long sooo Have a nice day!!🤗❤

firstly, hotel transylvania plot had me CACKLING.

and secondly, thank you for sending this 😭 this was so much fun to read and i can totally imagine it? vampire wonwoo would 100% leave visible marks on you to remind seungcheol you’re not ‘his’ which would lead to a physical, pretty brutal battle. and then seungcheol finally claiming reader as his own.

also, thank you so much 😭 i’m so glad you enjoy my writing and also blushing at the fact that you’ve reread them?? thank you again and hope you have a good day too 🫶

[izupie]

Hi! ❤ (IzuOcha sipper here) First and foremost, I would like to thank you so much for your amazing fanfics!! I have read all your works and I can't express how much I enjoyed and loved them, now that I have finished them all, I miss them soo much. "Unfortunately" your fanfics were the firsts that I have found and now It became a little bit hard to enjoy other's work, because my standards are so high after your amazing stories. You brilliantly portrayed the characters and their personalities, I was so in love with them..Anyway, onto my question ^-^ if you don't mind, could you please recommend other authors/or actual fanfics that you find good? I would really like to continue reading IzuOcha stories, but I just miss your style and deep understainding of the characters so much that I can hardly find anything that I truly like. I really appreciate if you find time to read my question, thank you! ❤ Nyadri

Hi there !! I have to say this message made me honestly tear up - thank you so so much ❤️❤️❤️

I'm so honoured that you enjoyed them! It fills my heart with joy to know that my stories are being so loved !!!

Aaaa that's so sweet of you to say!! I had so much fun writing Izuku and Ochako - whenever I wrote an Izuocha story it was like soup for the soul. Their characterisation and dynamic was always what really drew me to write Izuocha stories, so I'm happy I did a good job with them for you!

Well I have a special treat for you if you enjoyed my style..... I actually orphaned off a few Izuocha fics when I was tidying up some older stories from my AO3, so they don't show up in my works. But I'll link them here for you - secret extra Izupie stories! Hope you enjoy them! But I will warn that I orphaned them off a while ago, and once they were out of my works I couldn't edit them, so they might be a little rough around the edges.

One Little Question - ask me to the dance fic

The Light Inside - fantasy AU

When We're Together - ficlet collection

Memories That Make Us - fluff future fic

Popcorn Blanket - teenage shenanigans

As for other writers - there's a few I can recommend!! If you enjoyed mine I know you'll enjoy theirs - they're all amazing writers! And they're all lovely, with so much love for Izuocha

@encyclopika - bnha works

@amynchan - bnha works

@citrinediamondeyes - bnha works

But really, thank you again so much !! If it's not too much to ask, I'd be really curious to know your favourite ! ❤️

[binniesoob]

Heyo Jo, I drop another thing into your ask box because I recently watched the Sugar Rush Ride (Japanese version) MV and I've fallen in love with this frame in particular

I LOVE IT 😭

It's so aesthetically pleasing that it can be used in a moodboard or something 🥺

But it also made me wonder in which part of the timeline we are here. In this one it seems that TxT have come back into Magic Island after "ages" so I was wondering if they're hinting the next chapter (get it? 🤣) into their storyline or not. The amount of butterflies I saw here makes me think so.

Also maybe it's a little obvious but Yeonjun keeps having that little scar/wound on his nose and he looks so adorable 🥺

I remember he had it in other previous eras so I was wondering if there was a connection to it (maybe his characterization?) or it's just a simple aesthetic detail that the visual directors keep adding on him because it's appealing.

Also I listened to Hydrangea Love too.

A soft cute ballad from them I CAN'T I love them 😭 idk if it can be included into the lore because it's an OST 🤔

Also I tried to at least finding some meaning behind the title because we don't have an official translation yet (and I think we'll get one only when Sweet will be released completely) and UGH, they should have choosed another flower instead of the hydrangea, that flower has so, so, soo many different meanings my head exploded when I tried to do some research about it.

Maybe they hinted something in the concept photos by putting some hydrangea there but I suck on recognising flowers so 😅🥲

End of this stream of consciousness for now, I think some of this rambling can help a little for the future posts about the lore ig

I tried to be vague because I don't remember if you like being spoiled of things or not BUT if you don't mind spoilers maybe next time I might come back on your ask box and making longer ramblings 🤣

finally answering this too!! 😭

MOOD!! THAT FRAME IS GORGEOUS!! they made a very good use of the CGI!! also perfectly delivers how txt are inside an illusion crafted by the devil!!

for the timeline, in the beginning we see yeonjun in his car that got away at the end of gbgb jap ver! he has an incident and gets transported to magic island/neverland. all of the others get transported too from wherever they are and they are able to reunite. so i think srr jap fits after gbgb jap that goes after loser=lover 👍

yeonjun with that scar on his nose is indeed adorable 😔 this frame especially is majestic likeeee look at that 🤯

tbh i think both? it's like the aesthetic of having a band-aid over your noise bridge! but yeah, it's also an occurring theme for yeonjun 😮 honesty i didn't investigate if having a scar on your nose has a meaning 🤔 (if anyone knows feel free to explain it to us <3), anyways, the fact that he always has scars connects to his impulsive and risk-taking nature. and he's also a fighter! in the star seekers his weapon is a sword so he is definitely more exposed to being injured in combat than soobin for example, who is an archer.

Hydrangea love is such an heartfelt song 🥺 it's so pretty!!! soft rock too!!! i love it!!! i honestly didn't have time to analyse the lyrics and see if i connects to the lore 😭 but i have a feeling it does 👀 it sounds like a goodbye song to their first love from freeze and minisode 2..

i suck at recognising flowers too lol 😭 if you found out anything about this pls let me know 🙏

all the ramblings and asks and comments ALWAYS help for the lore so thank you so much!!! and it makes everything more fun and interesting 🥰 it's my fav part eheh

i'd love longer ramblings 👀 and spoilers are okay, anyone can drop them anytime, at most I will reply later if at a specific moment I prefer to see something with my own eyes first and try to understand it ;)

sorry again for answering this SO LATE 😭���😭 and thank you so much for sending this ❤

[holdmytesseract]

Oh my God!!! Its soo exciting to talk to you guys again!! Hellooo Loki and Yn :)) How are you guys, Ella and baby Narfi? 🥺💖 your family is literally perfect 🧿 and Does Ella get a little bit jealous when she sees that her parents give her baby brother more attention (becausehe is just an infant)?? I love you sooo much ❤❤❤

Y/N: *waving excitedly at you* Hiii! It's very nice to talk to you again as well! To answer your questions, we are doing-

Loki: *casually strolling towards Y/N, only dressed in boxershorts, hair disheveled and slurping a cup of coffee* Good morning, darling. Who are you talking to?

Y/N: Oh, hi babe. Uh, Maddie does another Character Takeover. We are on, Lokes. *eyeing Loki's appearance* Didn't she, uh, tell you?

Loki: *blinking* No, she did not! *eyes widening at the realisation that he's just in his underwear, curses in Norwegian* I have to get dressed! For Norns sake, Maddie! *storms out of the kitchen*

Me, peeking 'round the corner: Sorry Loki! My bad! Although, I'm very sure a lot of my followers appreciate the... view! 👀 *tries to suppress giggles*

Y/N: *giggles too* Well, um, where were we? Ah, yes, right... Your questions. *smiles* We are all doing perfectly fine, thank you. Narfi is a strong, little man. I'm dealing with a few post-partum issues, but beside that... Everything's good. I hope you are doing good, too?

Ella is not yet jealous. But I can imagine that she'll get jealous sooner or later. It's just a normal sibling thing, isn't it? But I think Loki and I are prepared for this.

Thank you for asking and your kind words.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Sweeter Than This is so soo delicious! Billy is so cute! Loved it❤❤!

Thank you so much, Celia 🥹 I have been feeling really demotivated lately and struggling to write, so messages like this mean so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed that little story. Your ask prompted me to go back and give it a re-read and it’s lit a fire under my arse to actually get some words on a page again, so thank you!

[just-agirl-lol]

Perv 2 | Eddie M. 𖨆❤︎𖨆

‧̍̊˙· .° ｡˚♡Masterlist♡˚｡ °. ·˙‧

Pairing: Perv!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: More Perv!Eddie headcanons

Genre: smut 🩸

Warnings: Litteraly just Perv!Eddie

Word count: 593

A/N: Haven't updated in a while, not feeling very well, also not proof read

Enjoy <3

Perv!Eddie staring at your ass every time you bent over, he will even make flirty comments if he's feeling confident enough.

"Nice ass sweetheart" he mumbles, softly spanking it.

Perv!Eddie loving to cuddle in your chest just so he can feel your soft breasts around his face. He doesn't even care if he's not breathing because of how much his head is pressing on your tits, he loves it.

"Eddie, your going to chocke" you complain, trying to pull him up "nuh uh" he says, muffled by your chest.

Perv!Eddie who insists on going with you to buy lingerie because he assures that he 'knows what guys like' but the truth is he just wants to see you get all shy while modeling the lingerie for him.

"Eddie, I told you this was not my thing" you say, trying to cover your body with your hands "come on sweetheart, it looks good, now do a little spin for me please" how could you say no to him.

Perv!Eddie who hugs you tightly just so he can feel your tits against him.

"Hello darling, come here give me a big hug. I've missed you" he tells you while he signals you to hug him "Eddie how could you miss me, we saw each other yesterday" you mumble but he is already holding you thightly against his body.

Perv!Eddie who would make sure there are no chairs left so you get to sit in his lap.

"No more seats left again?" You complain "You can have m-" gareth was about to offer you his seat when eddie cuts him off "Guess you can sit on my lap baby" he offers manspreading for you to sit.

Perv!Eddie who would get you slutty presents for your birthay, Christmas, etc.

"Do you like it?" he asks watching your expressions while as you pull out a very small bikini from the gify bag "I- uhhh... well, it's nice eddie, thank you" you respond, getting all flustered to the idea of eddie choosing the sluttiest bikini for you.

Perv!Eddie who would praise you for every single thing you do.

You helped him with his homework? You get a "thank you darling, suck a smart girl" You made him a little origami present? He praises you with a "This is so cute, you're the sweetest girl baby" You dolled up for him? He greets you with a "You are looking so beautiful today baby, gonna past out if you keep doing this to me"

Perv!Eddie who would always have a hand on your thigh when you are sitting together.

"You know how soft these are?" He asks referring to your thighs, squeezing one with his hand, you just giggle in response.

Perv!Eddie who would call you just to hear your voice when he jerks off.

"HI Eddie?" you say confused "Hi baby," he sighs "tell me about your day ok? I just wanna hear your pretty voice"

Perv!Eddie would tell you that he heard that if you pour salt directly from the salt shaker it would taste different just to see you try again and again and not knowing what it meant.

Perv!Eddie who when you are wearing a short skirt and you are going up stairs he would tell you to go a few steps ahead of him just to see your panties and your ass.

Perv!Eddie who would constantly ask you if you like milk just to see you get confused and just never getting the hint

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡♡ Love, Mars ♡♡

A/N: Idk if this is good but the last part did good soo... there it is

Hope you have a nice day/night ෂ

[urdgealesisbaby]

Um excuse me, may I request sfw and nsfw Headcanons for Crowley with a Shy female s/o. If you don't want to that's fine, I understand. Sorry to bother you!

Hello,dear anon!!✨✨❤

You know?You had me thinking if I should start making nsfw headcanons .

And I've come to a conclusion:From now on the nsfw asks are open!!

When I first started my blog I didn't know much and I said to myself that I shouldn't do nsfw headcanons since I think they re more complicated.

But now I will try to make them! Sorry if I don't know how to express myself better with the nsfw part!!

Thank you for the request and make sure to request again if you want to!!hehe❤🌹

Sfw and Nsfw headcanons for Crowley Eusford with a shy s/o💕💕💕

Sfw part:

-very very cuddly vampire

-like when he gets in the mood for cuddles, he doesn't know anything else and doesn't care about anything else

-he just wants his darling to be in his arms and maybe a little bite

-he would try to make the bite to not hurt so much

-also asks for your consent of course because if you don't wanna have him sucking your blood,l then he respects your boundaries

-he isn't the type to make anything without consent

Nsfw part!!!

-now I don't know if the vampires still have something down there because in the manga it is mentioned that vampires can't pee soo

-but I will pretend that there is something down there lol

-soo he is very well groomed down there and taken care of

-he doesn't want his hair to get in the way of pleasuring his darling

-will try anal if you are comfortable with it

-isn't too vanilla but neither he is into hardcore stuff

-he is kind of in the middle

-uses some chains to keep you restrained and does his stuff

-he loves punishing you and making you unable to walk the next day

-would love licking you all over your body especially your special stuff

-loves to see you getting flustered and shy

I know that these aren't that great but it was honestly an experience to write nsfw and from now on I will take nsfw requests too!!

[naarisz]

Doodle-noodle dump 2

|Announcement|

Soo, I've reached x/4-50=0 followers this week (Thank you very much! ❤) and I thought that I would do this Drawing your Shep/Ryder/fav ME character thing again as a gift. :)

If you wish to participate just bomb me with a reblog/message/ask and tell me your fav line from the game, then I'll choose 3 or 4 or idk (number depends on my time) to draw.

[fanfictionsworld]

Black Butler boys and Grell with a s/o who bumps into things

Sebastian Michaelis

This man in very consered and he finds it very amusing that you just bump into things.Like you to will be walking and talking about some things and then you bum in to the edgy of some thing.He dose find it very amusing but some times you really could be some serious thing like the time you try to open the window and you hit the the glass and fell on your back.He saw you on your back and strated laughing alredy gussing the what happedn.,,You know honey i am soo glad that i provied you with such entertaning acts."I know dear you are very fuuny thank you soo much."Yeha very glad now help me out with this will you."But yes ofcours."❤🖤

2. Claude Faustus

(I love this gif more than my life🤤)

This man has no reaction(still love him tho) but listen thing take a turn when you start talikng to them(i do that idk why just i do it) like what...um...y/n....ummmm.....you do know that a table cant talk back to you.....you know back and tell you...um... how they feel right.And your resonses kill him both insed and out which are,, yeha i know i just wanted to let the table know that its rude to hit peope in the sthomac when they bumo into you."He is just watches you walk away with the blank face thinking what the hell did i just wittnested.💛🖤

3.Undertaker

Perfect gif for this

My god he is laughing so hard the earth is shaking.Sometimes he will do to it on perpose like ,,deary could you hand could that cup from the shelf please" he knows that you are giong to hit your head on the shelf when you turn around and when you do he is very much laughing so you hard will think he will choke himself.You however are not very amused at this ,,Hey you knew that i was gonna hit my head on the shelf didnt you", ,,i am very sorry i did know its just very fuuny how you react i cant help my self i very sorry are hurt", ,,No i am not but pleas do not do that again or i will kill you,, ,Alright i am very sorry i wont do it anymore" , But it was kind a fuuny"💚🤍

4.William T. Spears

(Yes another istj man to love the fist is Claude,William looks to good)

Just worried thats all this man is very worried like how do you just bump into things like how that are infont of you like the wall is right there y/n how do you not see it ( i have some bad times with wall to dont ask) where do you look when you are going how just how very much like Claude like how,just how.One time you were talking to him about some anime posters and you wanted to show them to him you tought that openenig a door while you where faceing him would be cool he said dont do that you are going to hit the wall but you didnt lisent and as you turend around you face hits the wall ( like i said the walls hate me its just how i am).,,I told you not to do that now your face hurts sit down i will get you some ice."🤎🖤

5.Ronald Knox

I belive that this man also bumps into thing walls,tables,foot you name it so he knows how you fell you two just usally laught it off seeing how fuuny you both look.You two keep scores to seee how bupms into things more which to William behave is not very amusing how bumps into things more has to buy deinks,dinner,food,coffee,tea it turns into a copmetion and its very sweet to watch him bump into things just so he could take you out on date after he wins and you bea8ng carfule just so he could do that.💛🤍

6.Grell Sutcliff (The darg QUEEN)

Much to everyone supreise she is also worried she will follow your steps and block you from hitting your face,nose,sthomac,legs(yes leg too i am a very tall person okey) etc.When its very bad she will scold you for not paying much attention to your surroundings and to not get too distracted you will get hurt much wores so pleas be cearful. ❤🤍

[hypmicdaydreams]

helloww!! its me hitoya simp again hihihi i'm soo happy to see your requests box are opened so can i req hitoya being jealous with s/o who loves to playing otome and sometimes they ignore him for giving more attention to their oshi?? hahaha i think canonically he's not a person who get jealous so easily but when his loved one ignoring him... 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe he'll look soo cuteee wkxbsksnso oh my... i already imagine his pouttie face 🤭🤭

anyway if you feel this is tooo much you can just ignore it, okay? just want you to be happy! 💖 have a nice day, bby 🥰💗 -Y

omg i adore this request haha; so cute! i'm ngl i'm kinda a sucker for this trope, so i hope i was able to do it and hitoya justice! i'm such a simp for him as well 🤧thank you sm for the request, and i hope you enjoy ❤

-pairing: hitoya amaguni x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-word count: ~1.8k

hitoya wouldn’t necessarily consider himself to be a jealous man. 

he was impatient, sure - it’d be a little hard to convince otherwise. and it was rather easy to get on his nerves; he did have a bit of a short temper in a way, though he’d certainly claim that it wasn’t really his fault but simply those of others. he didn’t like to wait too long, and yeah, he did get irritated at the slightest of things. perhaps he was a little protective over you as well, always looking out for you and making sure that you were alright (his temper was even lower towards anyone or anything that hurt you). but hitoya definitely did not get jealous, so easily at least. 

and he was impatient - not jealous - with you that evening. that damn switch had taken over your entire attention, and the greeting you gave him was not-so-enthusiastic when he came home that evening. hitoya was a little disgruntled; you always liked to meet him by the door, maybe even sneak in a small kiss here and there, if you got home earlier than hitoya. it was practically routine at this point, a small thing he did look forward to each time (even if he wouldn’t directly admit it, neither to you nor himself). it was warm, it was comforting, and it definitely helped with his stress after such a tiresome day at the firm. 

there was nothing better: he’d, at the very least, admit that. 

but this time around, you were much too focused on whatever game you had in your hands, not entirely sure what it was. you only gave him a small ‘hey’ when you turn for a split second or so at the sound of the door, no kiss or anything, no asking why he had that characteristic frown and furrowed brows that day. and the smile you gave upon seeing him was cute and warmed his heart, but the smile you had when you turned back to the game at hand was much larger. 

no, he was not pouty. 

perhaps it had been a long day, and perhaps hitoya had looked forward to coming home today, greeted by your sweet kiss at the door. perhaps a small part of him was somewhat disappointed when you only greeted him so coolly, and perhaps hitoya was a tad annoyed (read: jealous, which he did not get) that you were too focused on a game instead. 

“what are you doing?” he asks with a sigh, the slightest bit of poutiness masked irritation in his undertone. you pay no mind and continue on with your game, a new sort of feeling festering at the pit of his gut. it wasn’t too large, but it was a sort of heat, though not the kind of warmth he enjoyed around you. this one felt a bit prickly, in a sense, as if poking him inside and out.  

he could clearly see it was some sort of romance game, perhaps one of the many you had talked about before, as he stands above the couch, and hitoya’s furrowed brows and small frown clearly gave his feelings towards it away, if only you could see. ha, that guy that was trying to hit on in-game you stands no chance, he muses. 

“playing a game,” you mutter back so nonchalantly, with a shrug of your shoulders. you didn’t seem to pay any mind to the fact that he was behind you, which only made hitoya’s impatience grow. it had been a long day after all, and the fact that you hadn’t given him a kiss yet was blasphemous almost (he was a bit too shy, no matter how he tried to put it, to do so himself really). it was almost as if he couldn’t relax until then. 

and the yelp you give as you cut to a kiss scene - so visibly flustered yet excited as the love interest you were going for leans in for a kiss - only serves to make that irritating bubble of warmth within him grow, somehow even more annoyed than the last. your expression was cute, the way you acted so shy at the buildup and climax of it all, which did make him more impatient. it should be directed towards him after all. 

oh to be the center of your attention after such a day.

now, hitoya didn’t want to think that he was growing jealous of some game. that’d be embarrassing, and he held too much pride in himself for that. but damn was it getting harder to deny, brows only furrowing more and his frown deepening as he watches you get so flustered and excited over some fictional guy when he was right there. your reactions were cute, definitely, but they’d be even more so if he was the reason. 

and the way you looked at your fav, the ever-so-evident sparkles and admiration in your gaze, rather than him made hitoya that much more jealous (though unbeknownst to him, you had the same look, intensified even, towards him). perhaps it even hurt his pride just a tad, to be outcasted by someone not even real. 

ok, maybe he was a little jealous. 

“he’s not even real?” the annoyance in his tone was starting to bubble over, but only because he was pouty - for lack of a better term - that you were ignoring him for some character behind a screen, no matter how much he may try to deny it. truth be told, hitoya didn’t entirely get it, the entire attraction of otome games. it was confusing to him just a tad, even as you went on and on all about it. he listened, of course, but there was always this prevalent confusion he had, perhaps because he was certainly out of the target demographic, or perhaps because he didn’t even know what it was until you explained it. or maybe he was just confused simply because he was jealous that it was getting all your attention, of course. 

“yeah, but he’s cute.” case in point, given the way hitoya could tell with near certainty how your heart fluttered in response to the sudden confession on screen. he knew you all too well by now, unlike that damn heartthrob of yours. and cute? he was much better-looking, surely. 

the tiny bit of jealously he felt wasn’t too great, the way it ate at a bit of his gut. hitoya knew it was unreasonable to get jealous over this; it was downright embarrassing for someone as prideful as him, even. but all the nerves and stress from work were starting to get to him, and hitoya had wanted nothing more than to come home and relax in your arms. and yes, he hated to admit, but he was jealous that your attention had mostly gone to whatever was on screen. he was a tad impatient, really. 

and he wanted your attention, to fluster you even more so. hitoya wanted to be just a bit petty, to remind you who could truly make you feel such a way. 

so he leans in from behind, so close that his lips are barely grazing the tip of your right ear. you can feel the way his breath tickles it, feeling so sensitive that goosebumps appear almost immediately down the length of your arms. you flinch a little in your seat, surprised by how bold your boyfriend had just gotten, and the squeak you let out is involuntary yet so cute-sounding to him. you swear you can feel a slight smirk on your boyfriend’s lips, playing against your ear. 

“‘t-toya?!” you mumble, so taken aback by it all and game long forgotten. you turn your cheek to the side almost instinctively, face so close to hitoya’s, nose-to-nose almost. and the blood starts to rush to your head, a look of bewilderment ever-so-present on your face. you were certainly flustered now, more so than before when you were playing your otome game. 

and he liked it just like that. 

“could he do this?” hitoya whispers ever so quietly, the handsome smirk oh so clear. you notice how close he is, and you’re so certain that he’s leaning in, though maybe that might’ve been nothing more than an illusion. it was so forward, even for hitoya, and you can hear your heartbeat so loud in your ears. it’s difficult to calm yourself when you can actively feel the way you were growing warmer by the second, when the slightest movement had your alertness aroused. 

he’s so up close, able to take in the minuscule details of his features, which didn’t help in the slightest. he seems tired, you realize, probably from the long day, but damn was your boyfriend not the most attractive. and you had to fight the urge to not grab his lightly loosened tie and pull him in, to finally feel his lips against yours after such a long day. it’s not as if your own love interest in the game could do so for you, to quell that heart of yours. 

it’s clear as day that your flustered reaction is so satisfying to him. he was the only one that could induce it, to have your heart pounding for him in particular. 

and yet, just as quick, he pulls away, content with it all. he had finally gotten your attention. perhaps it didn’t feel all too good to get all jealous over an otome character; he felt a little stupid, of course, to have his agitation take over (he never had the best of tempers, i mean). but your flustered reaction and that cute yelp of yours were more than satisfying, to have you more frazzled than that character of yours. 

he walks to the bedroom to get ready for bed, smirking rather victoriously to himself. he had gotten your attention, and that was what he wanted. 

and you’re left on the couch, trying to calm yourself. your hands go to your cheeks, and you feel how incredibly warm you are, emitting heat as if you were some radiator. you could very well still feel how close he was, your lips ever so sensitive and prickly. how badly you had the urge to kiss him. 

oh what an asshole, you think to yourself, pouting just a little for teasing you like that. but what a loveable one at that. 

(and when you tease him later on for being jealous of an otome guy, he denies and brushes you off, acting as if you had just suggested something so childish; but you can spot the slightly embarrassed look from a mile away)