#i really hope i don't put u off asking as many questions in these games as u want

[weird-is-life]

hiiii!! can i request aaron hotchner x bau!reader where reader gets sooo jealous of the women flirting (or trying to flirt) with him (at jacks soccer games, when they’re away on a case or when he did that fbi triathlon)? i’m curious to see how you think she’ll react and what aaron will say when he realises she’s jealous 🤭🤭

Hii, thank u for this request, lovely!🥰Warnings: pet names, mentions of food (kind of), like one kiss, (1k)

It's not your first time at one of Jack's soccer games. But it is your first time witnessing what is happening in front of you.

The other kid's moms are ogling Aaron like he is some kind of famous painting hanging in Louvre (which you can't really blame them for). They also keep smiling and waving flirtiously anytime he looks over their way.

And it is even worse, when you realise, they are all dressed up, make up done with pretty clothes on. It looks like they dressed up just for him. It causes a pang in your heart.

You didn't think about wearing anything special, as you dressed up this Saturday morning for Jack's match. Compared to them you look like a bag of potatoes, you with the loose jeans and a comfy hoodie on.

It makes you feel kind of anxious, but you also feel one even more intense feeling, which can be only described as jealousy.

But you didn't come here to be angry at ridiculous moms, you came to watch Jack score some goals and see him have fun. Which is exactly what you force yourself to do now. Occasionally, your gaze slips from Jack to Aaron, but most of the match you just cheer Jack on loudly.

During the half-time, you fight the want to go to Aaron. You don't want to distract him from his coaching duties, even if it's a friendly match between the kids.

So you stay seated, still having to see and listen to those moms. They even started to talk about how hot and handsome Aaron is, which has you squirming in your seat uncomfortably. You can't decide if you want to run away from them or if you want to go tell them off from talking about your Aaron.

But you don't, you power through the second half of the match, but the urge to go say some very rude things to them doesn't dissappear.

Finally you hear the whistle, signaling the end of the match. And while the kids shake their hands with happy faces, you sheepishly walk towards the bench. Aaron is standing next to it and when he notices you walking his way, his whole face lights up.

"Hi," you greet him, you smile at him, but it's not your usual big smile.

Aaron immediately picks up on it, but he doesn't say anything. He just opens his arms, inviting you to hug him, which you gladly do.

"Hi, honey," he quickly kisses your temple, "Did you have fun?" You've come separately here, having slept at your on place for a change.

"Not as much as Jack," you grin at him, "oh, before i forget, I've brought a little snack for the kids." You gesture at the big bag in your hand, it's full of juice boxes.

"Ah, you shouldn't have, the kids will want it every time you come here now," he teases you.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't mind getting them something every time," you respond. Aaron knows that you wouldn't mind, because you are the biggest sweetheart on the earth, which is one of the many reasons why he loves you.

You are grinning at him, when suddenly your smile dissappears and you start to frown. Aaron has never before seen that kind of frown on you.

"What's wrong?" he questions, eyebrows drawn up.

"Nothing, i just thought of something, " you murmur, but your frown deepens. And it doesn't take Aaron long to find out the reason behind your scowl.

He notices you frown more and more every time, one of the other moms speak near by. So he puts 2 and 2 together.

"Did those moms say something to you?" He asks you with stern voice, because if they did, he won't hesitate to go talk to them.

"No, it's just...," you feel rather embarrassed to say it now, "they talked about...-about you."

"About me? What did they say?" he puzzles, he hopes, that it isn't something to do with his coaching.

"Oh come on Aaron, you must know what I mean," you whine with slight frustration, it is clearly not directed at him but at them. Still you are a bit annoyed by his cluelessness.

"I really don't know, tell me?"

You sigh, "t-they talked about how hot and handsome you are, how they would love to go out with you. They waved and smiled at you basically the entire game," you grumble it silently. Face scrunched up in vexation.

"Really?" he asks, surprised.

"You must have noticed it by now."

"Well, I haven't," he tells you honestly, "I am too busy giving instructions to the kids and," he pulls you towards him by the sleeve of your hoodie," I am too distracted by you, to notice those silly women."

His words, as always, have you blushing, "Yeah?"

"Oh most definitely, have you looked in a mirror lately, sweetheart? Nothing compares to you and for sure not those moms," he playfully jabs his finger into your side, but his words are as sincere as they can be.

And after he says that, he quickly looks over to those moms to make sure they are looking and kisses you hard. It catches you off guard, but when you kiss him back, your kiss is just as eager as his.

When you pull away, he whispers against your lips, devilish smile on his face," I don't think you need to be jealous anymore, honey. I think, they understand now, that I only have my eyes for one person, that is you." The only thing you can do as a response to that, is to hide your red face in his neck.

You shyly smile at his words and inside you are beaming, happy that Aaron showed off your relationship even if he isn't the biggest fan of the pda. And you are a little, and i mean a lot, proud that he showed you off like that, because the irritation on those women's faces was priceless.

"I love you," you whisper bashful into his skin.

"I know, sweetheart. I love you, too," he responds warmly, "now let's go quickly hand out the snacks to the kids and get that breakfast, before those moms burn a whole into our faces."

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute

MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️

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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.

He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.

It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.

He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He ignored the first question that popped up.

who got you that ring?

He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.

But then questions kept coming in.

R U ENGAGED???

usually the girl wears the ring right

If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe

The last one made him pause.

It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.

“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”

Steve put his hand down, sighing.

“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”

He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.

“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.

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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.

The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.

“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”

“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”

Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.

“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

She maybe had a crush on him, too.

“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”

Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?

It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.

He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.

Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.

He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.

“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.

Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”

“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.

“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.

“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.

“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.

“But I ruined our plan!”

“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”

“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”

Steve let out a long breath before responding.

“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”

“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”

Steve let out a small laugh.

“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”

“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”

He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.

Everything would be fine.

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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.

He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.

Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.

“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.

“No, you’ll distract me.”

“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”

Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“What’s got you so worried?”

“Everything.”

Eddie sighed.

“But specifically.”

“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.

“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”

“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.

“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.

“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”

“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”

Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.

He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.

They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.

Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.

Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.

Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.

Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.

Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.

“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”

“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.

“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”

“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.

“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”

Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.

He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.

Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.

Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.

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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.

It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.

Now they didn’t.

Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.

They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.

When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”

“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”

“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.

Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.

“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.

“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.

[munson-blurbs]

I love the perv!Eddie and bestfriend!reader

And have a suggestion

What if Eddie got jealous of one of readers friends and they have arguments (angsty stuff) but in the end Eddie accidentally reveals his feelings and the ending is up to you.

I know this suggestion is a little different from the fics that u write so if u don't want to do this it's ok!

Looking forward for the next fic❤️

For you and @eddiejosephluv <3 hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: language, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie is an idiot

WC: 3.5k

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The Hawkins High gym is buzzing with anticipation for the championship basketball game. You're sitting next to your friend Steve Harrington, who came back to his old stomping grounds to support Lucas Sinclair. Sinclair had been riding the bench the whole season, but Steve was always there to cheer him on. Plus, he got to make fun of Robin for her ridiculous band outfit, so it was a win-win.

On the bleachers to the other side of Steve are Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, eating some sugary snack and discussing Eddie Munson's latest sadistic D&D campaign.

Speaking of Eddie...

You spot him trudging into the gym just as the game is starting and wave him over. He shuffles over with a grateful smile.

"Thanks for saving me a seat," he says, plopping down next to you. "Had to finish clearing out the drama room alone because I was ditched!" He shoots a glare over at the two freshmen who are obliviously chatting away.

"Poor thing," you pout with mock sympathy. "How ever did you survive?"

Eddie gives you a playful shove, knees knocking into yours, but he doesn't pull back. And you don't want him to.

Thirty minutes into the game, the gym is now stifling. Too many bodies, too much cheering, and you realize your water bottle is empty as you try to take a swig.

"I'm out of water," you mutter, contorting your face into the cutest angry expression Eddie's ever seen.

"Here, take mine," Steve offers his half-full bottle, which you accept.

"How do I know you don't have cooties?" you tease.

As you banter back and forth with Steve, you don't notice Eddie's face fall. Drinking from the same bottle as Steve Harrington? It seems so innocent, but he has a feeling that you wouldn't dare share germs with Mike or Dustin.

C'mon, dude, get out of your head, he wills himself, but he can't shake off the concern that you might like Steve, the way that Eddie likes you.

~

The game ends with Lucas scoring the game-winning point. You scream so loudly you worry that you've damaged your vocal chords. Even Eddie temporarily pulls himself out of his funk to cheer for one of his little sheep.

After congratulating Hawkins' newest star basketball player, you make your way to the parking lot with the rest of the group.

"Y/N, how are you getting home?" Steve asks you, car keys in hand.

"Uh, I think Eddie was gonna drive me," you reply.

Steve jerks a thumb towards his car. "I have to drive near your place to drop Robin off, if you want a lift. Save Munson the trouble of going out of his way."

"Oh, um," you stammer. You certainly don't want to put Eddie out, but you really want to spend more time with him. You look at his face for a clue for what you should do, but he just looks away. Guess that answers that question. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks."

At this, Eddie's head snaps up, but he bites back a response. Okay, she definitely likes Harrington, he thinks, watching you saunter off towards the BMW.

"Hello? Earth to Eddie?" he hears Dustin say. "Come in, Eddie..."

"What?" he barks, and Dustin flinches. "Sorry, just...never mind."

"Is Eddie sad because his little girlfriend ditched him for King Steve?" Mike taunts in a sing-song voice. He and Dustin burst into laughter.

"She's not my girlfriend," he mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Mike looks at him knowingly. "But you are jealous that she's hanging out with Steve."

"Yeah, man, I don't know!" Eddie rubs his face in frustration. "I thought maybe she was into me, but now she's sharing water bottles and getting rides home with him so, I guess not. I guess The Freak is left in the dust, again."

"Well, did you offer her water?" Dustin questions.

"No, but--"

"And did you say anything when Steve said it would be 'trouble' for you to drive her home?" he continues.

"No, Henderson, I didn't." Like the kid wasn't three feet away when it all happened.

"Okay, so what have you done to show her that you're into her?" Mike pipes up.

"Nothing! I've done nothing!" Eddie shouts in exasperation. "I don't even know what to do!"

"You could ask her to the prom," suggests Dustin, "y'know, assuming you're graduating this year."

Eddie considers this. He wasn't planning on going to the prom, but he'd overheard you talking to Robin about hair and makeup and dresses, which meant that you wanted to go. He could take you; assuming Steve didn't ask you first.

"Yeah, okay," he nods. "I'll ask her next week."

~

Next week comes and goes without Eddie asking you. In fact, three weeks go by without a mention of the prom. You want to go with him, and at this point, you might as well just ask him yourself.

Before you can do that, Lucas plops down at the cafeteria table. He splits his time between the basketball team and Hellfire, but he's been sitting with you more since the season ended.

"Y/N!" he says with a huge grin on his face. "Guess what?"

"You're being drafted for the NBA?" you joke, dipping a french fry in ketchup.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious," he rolls his eyes. "No, you know Zach Harper?"

"He's on the basketball team with you, right?"

"Yup! And he wants to take you to prom," Lucas announces. "Told me that he's been checking you out since you started coming to our games."

You glance over at the jock table. Zach meets your gaze and gives a small wave, and you wave back with a giggle. He's cute, muscular, and one of the smarter guys on the team. Your eyes flicker over to Eddie, seemingly engrossed in the ham sandwich he's packed for lunch today. He doesn't appear too concerned about the prospect of you going to prom with someone else, so you shouldn't be either, right?

"Should I go talk to him?" you ask Lucas. Your question is answered when Zach makes his way towards you.

"Hey, Y/N," he says softly. "I was wondering...would you like to go to the prom with me? I thought I should ask our good-luck charm."

You smile at the compliment. "I'm your good-luck charm?" you ask incredulously.

"Well, I mean, we hadn't even made it to the championship game in years. And then you come to the games this season and we win the whole thing?" He shrugs his broad shoulders. "I don't know; doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."

"Then it would be a bad omen for me to turn you down, huh?" you flirt. "Sure, I'll go with you."

Eddie stands abruptly and bolts out of the cafeteria, shaking the table with the force of his movement. Dustin chases after him.

"Uh, Y/N?" Mike says slowly. "Why did you accept Zach's invite if you're going to prom with Eddie?"

You give him a confused look. "Because I'm...not going with Eddie?"

"You turned him down?"

"He never asked," you tell him. "I was thinking about asking him, but then Zach asked me. Besides," you add, "prom is not Eddie's thing." You pause. "Wait, why did you think I was going to prom with Eddie?"

Mike chews on his lower lip, contemplating his response before deciding to go with the truth. "After the championship game," he starts, "Eddie told me and Dustin that he was gonna ask you. I just assumed he did."

"Well, he didn't," you huff, "so I guess he changed his mind."

"Maybe you should go talk to him," Lucas says. "I would've told Zach that you weren't interested if I knew..."

"It's okay," you reassure him. "I'll go find Eddie."

~

You find him in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette down to the filter. He tosses it aside and immediately lights up another one. Dustin is learning up against the van with him, but heads inside when he sees you walk over.

"Eds? You okay?"

Silence.

"Can you just talk to me about why you're upset?"

"You're a smart girl, Y/N," he sneers, "you can figure it out."

You sigh. "Look, if you don't want me to go to prom with Zach, just let me know."

He takes the cigarette from his mouth and flicks the ashes to the pavement. "I don't care who you go to prom with. Seems like you've got a lot of guys wrapped around your little finger, though." He glances up at the sky. "Let's see, Steve Harrington, Zach Harper, and let's not forget about your adventures with that guy from the newspaper club last year..."

Your eyes narrow and a burning anger sets in your stomach. "What are you implying, Eddie?"

"Nothin'," he responds with fake innocence. "Just that you're getting a lot of attention from guys lately."

"Because..." you trail off, choking back tears. "it sounds like you're calling me a slut, or something."

"Your words not mine, sweetheart."

Rage floods through your whole body and you clench your fists. "Fuck you, Eddie," you spit. "I'm supposed to sit around waiting for you to never ask me to prom? Maybe you could try not being a pussy for five fucking seconds. Did you consider that?" But you don't wait for a response, turning on your heel and leaving him speechless.

~

Two weeks later, you haven't spoken to Eddie. In all fairness, he hasn't tried to talk to you; in fact, you've both been going out of your way to avoid each other. You’d stopped sitting at the Hellfire table during lunch, opting instead to hang out with Zach and his friends. You two had been getting closer; not exactly dating, but definitely more than friends. Zach slung an arm around you while he and his buddies discussed their college plans, whether they would continue playing ball, and the fraternities they wanted to join. It was halfway through the lunch period when you realized that no one had asked you about your plans.

“I’m, um, studying psychology at Northwestern,” you cut in shyly, purposely omitting the fact that you’d gotten a scholarship. You didn’t want to seem cocky.

Zach presses his lips to your ear. “Let me catch up with the guys, okay?” he whispers. You nod, embarrassed.

Ryan, one of Zach’s buddies, pipes up from across the table. “Harper, you tell Y/N about prom yet?”

You wrinkle your brows in confusion. “What about prom?”

“Oh, uh,” Zach glares at Ryan, “I think we’re gonna ditch. Heard that they’re cracking down on people sneaking in booze. It’s gonna suck.”

“But I already got my dress,” you supply lamely, disappointment creeping through you. “I really wanted to go.”

“It’s just a stupid dance. Ryan’s parents have a lake house, and we’ll throw a killer party there.”

“Okay,” you falter, sinking into yourself as they resume their previous conversation.

Meanwhile, from across the cafeteria, Eddie’s eyes are glued to you.

“Dude, what even happened when you talked to her?” Mike pries. “She won’t even look at us anymore!”

Dustin turns to Mike. “He told her that he was jealous because he has feelings for her and wanted to take her to the prom, and he apologized for being an asshole. Right?” He groans when Eddie doesn’t respond. “Eddie, what did you do?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Eddie mumbles.

“C’mon,” Lucas says, “we gotta assess the damage.”

Eddie laughs thickly. “Oh, it’s pretty fuckin’ bad, Sinclair,” he admits, “I, uh, may have implied that she sleeps around.”

The freshmen throw their arms up in exasperation, clamoring about what an idiot their Dungeon Master is.

“I know, I know!” Eddie laments. “I’m not good with feelings.”

“So instead of working on that, you decide to tell the girl of your dreams that she’s a whore. Nice.” Dustin retorts, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Eddie sighs. “D’ya think I can fix this?” he asks quietly.

“I mean, clearly not on your own,” Mike replies, “but maybe we can help. I’ve needed more advice about El than a guy should. Probably should give back to the universe or something.”

~

Lucas puts the first part of the plan into action, running up to you at your locker at the end of the day.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says breathlessly, “could you babysit Erica tonight? My parents have some last-minute plans, and I promised Dustin we’d go to the library and study together.”

“Oh,” you muse. “Yeah, sure.”

“Cool,” he offers you a smile, “6:00? I know Erica would love to talk about your plans for prom.”

You can’t help it; your face falls and you will your tears to stay in your eyes. “I’m not going to prom,” you tell him softly. “Zach said the teachers are making sure no one’s drinking, so he doesn’t wanna go anymore.”

Lucas tries to hide his excitement, feigning sadness. “That’s, um, rough. I gotta go.” 

Weird, you think, but those kids have always been a little strange, so you don’t read into it.

Lucas makes a beeline for Eddie’s locker, where he’s anxiously awaiting your response.

“Eddie!” the boy practically screams, “she’s not going to prom!” He fills him in on his latest discovery. “So you can still ask her!”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Eddie asks. “She kinda hates my guts right now.”

“All part of the plan, my friend,” Lucas says, clapping a hand on Eddie’s back.

~

You show up to the Sinclair’s house at 5:45 and ring the doorbell. Lucas opens the door.

“I thought you were at the library,” you say suspiciously. 

“I lied,” he responds plainly, pulling you through the door.

“Seems like a silly thing to lie ab--” you start, but the rest of your words get caught in your throat when you see Eddie sitting on the living room sofa. “Oh, no way.” You turn back around to leave.

“Please,” Eddie calls out, standing up quickly to stop you, “please, can we talk?”

“I think you’ve said enough,” you huff, recalling the way he spoke to you a few weeks back. “I’ve had a really shitty day, and you’re the last person I want to see.”

The words sting him more than he anticipates; he wants to be the person you seek out when things get tough.

“I’m just gonna...” Lucas trails off and darts upstairs, leaving you two alone. Dammit, Sinclair. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” Eddie says, “I never should have made you feel bad for guys noticing you. Of course they do; you’re beautiful and smart and the nicest person I know.”

You cross your arms over your chest, still unimpressed. “Flattery won’t get you very far. You really hurt my feelings, Eddie.”

“I know,” he murmurs, glancing at the ground. “I’m not good with expressing how I feel, but that’s not a reason to treat you like I did. I should’ve just been honest with you from the beginning.”

“So,” you say, “be honest with me now. Do you really think I’m a slut?”

“No!” he says so forcefully it’s practically a yell, and he pulls back. “No, not at all. I think...” he sighs. “D’you remember when you joined Hellfire your sophomore year, my first senior year?”

“Mhm.” Where is he going with this?

“And Jason Carver took my lunch, smashed it on the ground, and told me to clean it up like the janitor I was destined to be?”

Of course you remember, thinking back to the humiliated look on Eddie’s face as Jason crushed the pretzels beneath his feet. “Yeah.”

“And you told him to fuck off and go stick his dick in a hornet’s nest,” he says with a small laugh. “And then you helped me pick up my food, and you split your own lunch with me.”

“Well, yeah. I wasn’t about to let you starve,” you mumble. “And I still think that Carver should sustain trauma to his genitals.”

“Agreed,” Eddie says with a nod. “But that moment? When we had only known each other for a few weeks, and you were so sweet when you easily could’ve laughed at me like everyone else...that’s the moment I fell for you.”

“Fell for me?” you echo, shocked.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, fidgeting with his rings. “I’ve liked you since that day, and it’s only gotten worse since then.” He clears his throat. “And that’s not an excuse for being a jealous moron. I’ve had every chance to ask you out, but I never did. I just...stupidly...expected you to wait around for me to work up the nerve.”

His sincerity slowly chips away at your anger, though you’re not ready to forgive him yet. “Eddie,” you take a deep breath. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, too. But when you flirted with cheerleaders or bragged about your post-gig hookups, I didn’t treat you like shit,” you say pointedly. “I bitched about it to Robin and Nancy, or I wrote about it in my journal, or I screamed into a pillow. I didn’t make you feel bad.” You let tears slip down your cheeks. “You made me feel really, really bad.”

“How can I make it up to you? Earn back your trust?” he asks, repeating the words Dustin told him to say.

You pick at an invisible speck of dust on your pants. “The apology was a good start.”

“Sinclair told me that, um, you’re not going to prom anymore?” he blurts out. “Something about that jockstrap bailing?”

“Word travels fast around Hellfire,” you remark.

“Could I take you?” he asks quietly. “We could go as friends. No pressure; I just wanna make sure you get to go.”

You consider his proposal. Prom with Eddie Munson was something you’d wanted for ages, but were you ready to trust him again?

“I dunno,” you say.

“Let’s make it tentative,” he suggests. “We can try hanging out again, work through all this. And we can plan to go to the prom. And if you change your mind at any point, you can pull the plug on it.” He sticks out his hand. “Deal?”

You shake it, offering a smile. “Deal.”

~

After a few weeks of movie nights, finals study sessions, and the occasional coffee shop date, prom arrives. You break the news to Zach that you won’t be attending his lake house rager, and neither of you are too disappointed.

Now, you’re sitting in Nancy’s bedroom as she swipes red lipstick over your lips. Your hair is teased slightly, giving it some volume. You wear a long black off-the-shoulder dress. You borrowed a necklace from Nancy, a thin chain with a small diamond in the center. 

You feel beautiful.

“Girls!” Mrs. Wheeler calls from downstairs, “your dates are here!”

Jonathan and Nancy are going together, and Robin had asked Steve to accompany her until she and Vickie could sneak off. She’ll have to pick up some of his Family Video shifts, but it’ll be worth it.

You carefully walk down the stairs in your heels. Your eyes meet Eddie’s immediately, a huge grin forming on his face.

“Wow,” he draws in a breath, “you’re stunning.” He takes a corsage out of the chilled plastic case, slipping it over your wrist. You pin his boutinneire to his jacket.

“You look so handsome,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. His hair is pulled back into a soft bun at the nape of his neck. He’s wearing fitted black pants and suit jacket, a dark gray button-down shirt underneath. His guitar pick necklace hangs around his neck. With all of the courage you can muster, you press a kiss to his cheek.

After Mrs. Wheeler takes enough pictures to fill several albums, the six of you are off to the prom. The gym is decorated with streamers, balloons, and flowers. It’s still the gym, but there’s a special magic in the air. Vickie joins the group, and all of you take to the makeshift dance floor.

You pause when the first slow song blares over the speakers, unsure if Eddie will want to dance so intimately with you. Before you can move, he grabs your hand.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks shyly, and you nod.

“Of course.”

You loop your arms around his neck; he snakes his around your waist, hands resting on your lower back. 

“Since we’re being honest with each other,” he whispers teasingly, “then I have to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You laugh. “You’re so full of it, Munson.”

He shakes his head, a lock of hair slipping from the bun. “No, I’m completely serious. I hope I remember this night forever.” He hesitates only briefly before pulling you closer, leaning in, and kissing you gently.

His lips part yours as you melt into him, smiling and kissing him at the same time. He deepens the kiss when he realizes that you’re reciprocating his feelings, hands pressing harder against you. He moves one to your face, holding your cheek and softly caressing it with his thumb.

And while the future is filled with unknowns, neither of you worry about that. For now, it’s you and Eddie, and that’s all that matters.

--

[sushisocks]

omg imagine if sean got his own game like about his childhood and ending just before he met dutch and hosea with a full soundtrack and developed characters THAT WILL COMPLETE ME

God, Anon, what I wouldn't give for ANY MORE INFORMATION about Sean and what his life was like prior to the gang. His timeline & backstory has so many vague elements to them, to the point that parsing some things are REALLY hard (I think I definitely can say it's fucking hard, given the amount of research I've done to answer some asks abt his background before!!).

But for me, a big part of Sean's appeal is the -- unfulfilled potential? Which is obviously part of the POINT with both his & Lenny's deaths (Lenny moreso, but I digress), but I've always been drawn towards characters with a lot of unanswered questions left in their wake and we don't even actually know Sean's AGE.

So like, YES OBVIOUSLY, if a game revolving around Sean was ever released, I'd fucking die, yall would see insanity on this blog like never before. I'd be posting like a bitch in heat! Though do I think a game abt Sean is likely? Of course not. And do I want one? Well, not necessarily?

For one I don't know how a game focused on Sean's backstory would fit into the themes of the Red Dead series, nor am I sure such a game would be as emotionally fulfilling or have the same kind of impact when we already KNOW where he ends up and what happens to him. (Sidenote; this is sort of why I'm not necessarily hankering for a RDR3 focused on the gang in the early days. A prologue to the prologue feels in many ways redundant.) Obviously I'd still be FERAL if R* decided to do a game about him anyway, but I'd be SUPER curious as to how they worked around these aspects of his story.

What I REALLY want is literally just like. A booklet with more information about him. But not so much that it ruins what I find fun about him, if that makes sense? I don't necessarily WANT to know his exact age when he died, but I DO want to know what age he was when he came to America, or how long he stayed in reform school.

ALTERNATIVELY a DLC with even more missions with him or content about him in ch2/3 would be much appreciated. I've been putting off going to see him in RDO because I know I need to be like -- ready for it, lol.

I WOULD LOVE more soundtracks dedicated to him though 🙃 And maybe more info about the people in his life who were important to him prior to the gang, besides his dad. (Ive been thinking a lot about that RDO line when you first meet him, where he says he lost the gang because he went off killing a guy he owed a killing to. WHO IS THIS GUY???? WHAT DID HE DO FOR SEAN OF ALL PEOPLE TO HUNT HIM DOWN????? I have my thoughts and theories but ohh my god this one haunts me man.)

ANYWAY Thank u anon, I hope u don't mind me using this ask as another opportunity to rant, because that's obviously ALL I DO LMAO

[suiana]

So to give to a little context first. I have a friend whom I met from my old online school. We have a enemies dynamic. We've each other for 2 years now. When we first met I was the one who talked the most, which he used to see as "annoying". Ever since I left the online school and became busy with my new irl school, I started messaging him less and when I do, he acts more and more nicer and chill than before. To the point he stared flirting with me but I always brushed it off as I also flirt with everybody. Did I forget to mention we are the complete opposite of each other. He's extremely introverted online while I'm literally just putting out my phone number for everyone to see. Irl tho I'm introverted and scared of people unlike him who suddenly has the ultimate rizz and getting into fights with other boys.

One time he messaged me while putting on his just as he got out if the shower. Lemme tell you I was dense af back then. He literally asked for shampoo recommendations. I didn't know anything about men's hygiene so I told him to use a flower scented shampoo. He left for 15mins which I thought was because he was drying his hair. No he was running to the store. He asked for which shampoo brand I use. I didn't want him to know that much about me so I said any sakura scented one.

Another time was when we were talking about a game we like and he thought about cosplaying the character I liked and I thought of it as just some teasing between friends and went along with it by saying I prefer the female characters.

I'm always questioning my sexuality so I'm always joking around that I'm gay and I think that's the reason why he hasn't been straight forward.

He started his own irl school last week and a girl kept looking back and forth at him and when he was about to go home she stopped him saying he could always ask her for help about studies and the school.

And again with a different girl but this time is his deskmate. Apparently every single girl he has met had asked him if he has a gf to which he responded with "not ur business" and I already knew something wasn't right at this point because I have seen his face before and he is mid. Sure ig some girls r into tall boys but he's a freaking emo.

And did I tell you about my suspicion about his deskmate not even being a real girl because the Coincidences if them being neighbors and having way too much in common is too suspicious. Did I also mention "her" personality is completely unreal. She says she's "not like the other girls" and HE him out of all people fricking agreed

And his description of her sounds exactly like me. Short wolfcut, gets mistaken as a boy, kinda tall. Even her behavior is like mine, Just randomly zoning out. And the last thing that completely threw me off guard was her grades. She's the Top of the class. I'm literally part of the student council.

But then I wanted to meet her too if she was comfortable with it but y know what he said.

Idk I can

He thinks I might accidentally hurt her feelings. He has known me for nearly 3 years.

And his response to me was

"Didnt mean it but since she has many mental issues and tried to suicide her self because of got bullied and mocked,i just don't want to makes her feel bad and depressed"

I relate to her so now im always telling him to protect her even if her stories might be worse than mine.

But now that I'm rethinking about it

I think he's lying to me

I heard getting advice from random strangers on the internet is better than getting actual help /j

I actually really like him and I don't have the courage to confront him directly about it

There's a very high chance I'm just being delusional and should continue being some wingman

But I don't have any other friends to tell this and I really need to get it off my chest and get other ppls opinions so I hoped I didn't make too many Grammer mistakes

don't worry about making grammar mistakes it's totally ok

u should subtly try to egg him on for answers

like asking what's Ur ideal type, what would u do if u date me, do u think we'll be more than just friends etc

if he hints that he does like u maybe u can shoot your shot lol haha, and don't be disheartened if he rejects u, there's plenty of fish in the sea :3

imo u probably have a good chance of getting that because he probably likes you ++ no guy I've seen would do such things for someone they just call a friend :)

I hope everything goes well for you bae and all the best

[magicluckystars]

hii id like to request a matchup as i see you’re doing them! id prefer characters from twisted wonderland or enstars, i dont really play obey me. umm for my personality i feel like i’m an ambivert, more on the introvert side! i’m very reserved for the first few months of meeting but i can really open up fast depends on my mood or the environment! i dont talk much and am not a sappy person either mainly due to not being very great with words. i like to think that i’m funny but i laugh at almost everything i’m starting to doubt it…i enjoy helping others with tasks and such! i’m indecisive so having someone who can make quick decisions for me in those moments r great if i really like u i will be a little mean at first but after a while i think im very nice and will even take initiative which i dont do often. i think an important thing too about me is if i don’t really have anything in common with a person it’s very difficult for me to talk to them. i dislike small talk because i feel like i’m too awkward for that. despite me being more of an introvert, i get lots of energy being around people but also lose the energy a bit fast too.

a few things i like are bats, lamps, fashion, music, games, art, plants and learning about space. I also enjoy watching movies and baking. also, i’d like someone the opposite of me, someone who uses their words. i’m the type of person to overthink things if they’re not told to me. or if i’m told to do something i need detailed and specific steps also bc communication is #1 in my book. Also i really enjoy learning about people. If i’m interested in someone i will try to learn every single little fact about you. Especially if they’re a closed off person at first like me it makes me all the more interested in knowing more.

umm i really don’t know what else to add so that’s all i have to say i hope i didnt put too much! idk if you reply w/ the request or use anon names/emojis so if do use names my names lin. do take your time and i hope u have a great dayyy

First of all, I'm sorry this is so late! I don't have any excuses, I was just lazy 🥲 I'm gonna match you with a twst character if that's okay!

lin, I match you with...

TREY!

He finds it cute how you laugh at almost everything. You help him in the kitchen for Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties so that the freshmen don't offer to help...if you've read Trey's dorm uniform card, you know...

Pretty sure Heartslabyul students have to be well-versed in gardening to be able to take care of roses, so he would be open to talking about gardening too. Trey finds it kind of weird how you ask him so many questions, but after you explain he's glad you opened up and want to know more about him.

Trey has younger siblings, so he understands your energy levels around people. He can read body language well cough* riddle *cough cough* so he quickly finds a way to excuse both of you from the situation.

I also get the feeling that Trey's good at making decisions, so you don't have to worry about that.

He will prank you. 100% guaranteed. If you believe the oyster sauce thing, I am confident he will bake two pastries and ask you to guess which one's sweet.

👏NETFLIX👏AND👏CHILL. That's your ideal date together. Please stop this man from putting Riddle's needs ahead of his.

Overall, a very soft, very cute relationship. Riddle doesn't mind you, you're not as rowdy as the Adeuce duo (aka you don't give him a headache), Cater will DEFINITELY take lots of pictures if you've announced you two are dating (even if you didn't, he'd still ship you).

Sorry, this was a little short. Hope you enjoyed it!

[juuheizou]

hi take my overboard numbers again for the obscure asks: 1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 14, 18, 23, 30, 32, 33, 34, 36, 40

yES go as overboard as u want i honestly love it!! anywho!!

1. what’s your favorite way to dress?

comfortable and practical, but still all black and lowkey aesthetically goth. my autistic self can’t do the more elaborate looks w all kinds of horribly uncomfortable materials, but i don’t think i own a single article of clothing that isn’t at least a v dark grey and i do love my leather motorcycle jacket and army surplus boots. i’d probably dress more highkey alternative if accessorizing while autistic wasn’t such a (expensive when it’s not super spoons-consuming) game of trial and error.

3. what movie/game/etc. helps you calm down?

the hatsune miku games. i just love rhythm and music games so much, and find them v calming to play.

6. what kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one?

ok now i know i’ve rbed this game before bc i’ve answered this exact question before, and i’m glad to get it again bc i’ve gotten over my trying-so-hard-to-be soft boi phase and changed my mind. i would choose metal

7. what song is your aesthetic?

lemme preface that musically i’m a metalhead but i lean more into goth aesthetics, so even though there are songs i like better, imma go with helena by misfits

8. what color do you think goes best with your personality?

black

14. do you like makeup?

idk. i almost never wear it and a full face of it is a sensory nightmare no matter how light, but sometimes it’s fun to screw around with fun eyeshadows (even though i only end up using black and some browns lmao) and lipsticks and i like to think i look manly but in a goth way w my poorly done raccoon eyes

18. what animal would you keep as a pet, if you could?

realistic answer: a big cuddly dog. fantasy answer: a fricking seal.

23. do you like soft, fluffy blankets or rough/smooth blankets?

soft and smooth

30. what instrument do you wish you could master?

guitar. i’m learning but i wish i had had access to one small enough for me to play comfortably when i was younger bc i’d be so much better at it now than i am. (ps, if it’s an option for u ash, look into models known for being particularly small and consider going electric. the fretboards tend to be slimmer and my ibanez mikro changed my 4′10 baby-handed life)

32. do you have any strange interests?

play piercing. i’m sure that one would get me canceled if i was relevant bc it’s considered an s&m thing and tumblr (surprisingly, lgbt tumblr) has really decided to turn against that community, but honestly it’s an art to me and i’d love to master it one day.

33. do you have any strange fears?

already answered, but i’ll give u another one. there ain’t shit i can do abt it that i don’t already do as best i can, but i have this weird fear of my teeth rotting out of my head and losing them. i have so many dreams abt it where it’s the only part i remember and every time my mouth feels gross i'm like “well this is it.”

lately though my dreams have stopped revolving around my teeth and instead started being abt my snake bites. like last night the only thing i remember of my dream was the part where one of my labret studs got caught in my teeth and the ball fell/disappeared and i ripped out the post, and putting the post back in hurt so much i started seeing black spots and almost passed out in my dream it was wild. so maybe just mouth trauma?? in general?? though i love looking at gruesome pictures of mouths that aren’t mine?? idk what that’s about

34. what food do you binge on when you’re lazy?

none really. i used to genuinely binge-eat (i’m sure i’d have been diagnosed w binge-eating disorder if there was a word for it at the time) p bad for years and years since i was a child and am making a deliberate effort to not do that anymore, so i’ll generally avoid the kitchen when it’s not mealtime. otherwise i would tear into my low-spoons meals until there was nothing left. haha sorry if this one was tmi.

36. do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.)

so very many.

40. do you like light blankets or heavy blankets?

heavy. if its too hot i’ll cool down by sleeping butt ass naked before i lighten my blankets

send me some obscure asks

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[demonicheadcanons]

Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re  cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

[morganalatina21]

So, it's been a while since I wrote this, and I got the inspiration from a Brazilian Song, which I'll put right here, listen if you want, I love it so much, and it's my first posting a story, so I hope u like it!

Content Warning: Heavy drinking, drunken calls, alcohol consumption, cursing (I mean it's Bakugou we're talking abt), Angst, Angst with fluff.

A/N: Also, I'm not a native English speaker so I'm sorry if I missed on some expression, word or anything like that.

Bakugou had just entered his house after a long and tiring patrol; it was late at night and he just wanted to order his favorite food while sinking in a relaxing bath just to sleep in the couch watching the recorded basketball game from earlier, he already knew the winner, but it was worth watching to curse at them and almost ruining the tv.

It still made his heart twitch to get home and be received by... nobody.

Emptiness.

You two broke up about three months ago, and it still was weird from the explosive boy to miss you, not having you there with him.

During the first weeks after the separation, he made the heroes under his agency power keep an eye on you, but when they started asking questions, he gave up, he didn't wanted to look that desesperate.

Pressed a button to make the answering machine reproduce its voice messages, which there were nine, while he was taking his gloves off.

Four of them were from fangirls that found out his home number and would leave recorded messages that he soon would delete without even remembering their names.

One of them were from his dad, saying Bakugou's grandparents would visit them on the weekend and they'd been planning a family dinner, and that he should bring you with him.

That made his heart miss a beat, he still didn't tell his parents about the painful breakup you two has many weeks ago. Only his close friends knew; part of it was because he was sure he'd get you back.

The other three were from support agencies calling to make offerings, specially an alliance of some kind, which he had previously said no to two of them.

When the last one was about to play, Bakugou was seriously thinking of ripping the telephone from the wires and blast ir, cause its only purpose was to people he didn't liked find out his number and annoy the shit out of him.

But, after the beep, a familiar voice came and echoed through the house.

"Hi Kat... suki" It was your voice, completing his name so you wouldn't sound cute by calling him a nickname, your tone was slow and your tongue was loosen in your mouth while you talked. "To be honessst, i dunno why I even called you" You muffled a laugh. "I think I like the house number better cause I know you in a patrol right now."

The blonde got closer to the machine so he could hear his lover's voice better, the voice he missed oh so much.

"I don't wanna sound like an obsssessed pervet" You started in a snuffle. "I just... saw you earlier with a sidekick..." You sighed. "Holy fuck, why am I doing this? Oh, shit..."

The message ended, leaving a hole in Katsuki's sore heart. It was the first time he'd hear that voice since the breakup.

He smiled joylessly, breathing slowly to stop the tears from falling. Katsuki lifted his hand and was about to press the buttons to play that voice message again and delete the other useless ones, when the screechy sound came.

With hopes it would be from his beloved girl, he retreacted. Knowing that she would probably just want to confess something, that if she really wanted to talk one on one, she'd call his cellphone. She didn't wanted to say it directly to him.

His hearts was almost stopping in his chest from the anxiety when finally the beep for answering machine endend.

"It's so fucked up that..." Your voice was even more groggy, and Katsuki found himself leaning in like a curious child. "You were my life, for so long... And now you're just... memory. My car seat reminds me of you, Katsuki. A fucking car seat!"

The blonde chuckled, how many trips they had in that car, how many adventures, how many heated make-out sessions on that seat because neither of them could spend the entire night with hand to themselves? 

He remembered the specific day they had to change that seat specifically because of the countless sweat marks left.

"It wasn't my intention to drink, but the bottle had a dragon in it..." You sighed, seeming tired. "It reminded me of the dragon on your back... reminded me of you, in ma bed."

Katsuki smiled genuinely with that memory. Took a hand to his right shoulder, where started a red dragon tattoo that extend through his ribs until his hips.

When you two were together, you loved to run the tip of your fingers through it, like redrawing it with love. Even after years together, you'd still do it after a long night, feeling the skin marked with ink under your fingers 'til you'd fall asleep

"I'mma conden myself later for that... But i can't believe it... I lived the biggest love of all time from one end to another." He could hear her smile while she talked. "I knew how to dilate the great Dynamight's pupils, who else could brag about that?"

No one, Katsuki thought.

The irony, right?

The only person capable of dilating his pupils, making his heart race and his palms sweat even more, was extremely far away. Out of his reach. Away from his touch.

Katsuki felt like an idiot. He had the entire world in his own hands, that girl was everything that mattered to him, but he left her get away, and now was deeling the consequences.

"I try to convince our friends I don't love you anymore, because I know they wouldn't leave you alone... I don't even try to convince myself anymore, cause I know I can't." You said even more groggly than before, which made Katsuki wonder if you were bowing your head, like you'd use to do when drunk.

"Oh shit, I should also try to convince you, right?" Laughed lowly and alone. "No, I don't love you, Suki..." You laughed more, because you knew how stupid it sounded. "I swear, I don't love you. I just... drank too much."

You don't need to lie, love. God, Katsuki felt like a kid with his huge smile across his face, content by hearing his princess' voice once again, and specially being called his sweet nickname instead of "Bakugou".

He was basically terrified to hearing his girlfriend call him by anything that wasn't his first name or a cute pet name, and she knew that, that's why you'd call him his last name when you two fought, making the squabble end shortly after it.

"'Oh but then... *hic* Why don't you forget about me?' if that's what you're thinking... It's because trying to forget you, is kinda already remembering us. Ugh! I miss the us. But even if I remember it, just don't answer me... It's betta for you like thiz."

No, he wanted to scream.

It definetly wasn't better for him to stay away from the love of his life...

He could be a tough guy, who curses to anyone and is easy to explode, yes; but he was still like a big child when the subject was you.

When you two lived together, in that same home, he could never fall asleep if he wasn't cuddling his girl, a habit he got after so many times sleeping together hiding in the U.A domrs; he'd also never leave his house withouth the goodbye kiss, and would pout when you'd spend the free time you two had on your phone instead of playing with him.

He missed his favorite girl. His princess. His fiancee.

It was impossible for Katsuki to wear any rings or bracelets due to his quirk, but he was willing to wear a wedding ring with you.

And the night of the breakup, you had tossed the ring he gave you across the room -which he pretended not to care, but freaked out looking for it right after you left, and had to search everywhere in the living room to get it back. He put both rings in a golden necklace and would never take it off.

The chain of the necklace wasn't that longe, and he'd normally put both rings on the back of his head, so he wouldn't lose them that easily.

"And in the end, if I forget you... Who would remember us?"

Ok, that's it!

The blonde grabbed the phone from the hook and presses it so hard against his face it would for sure leave a bruise.

"I would! I'll always remember us, y/n!"

Silence.

A sharp silence that seemed it would last forever.

"... Katsuki..?"

"Hi, princess" He could hear your little gasp upon hearing the petname.

"Y-you were listing this entire time?" You moaned in frustration when he didn't answered. "I shouldnt've called, sorry."

"Don't be." He said quickly, clenching the phone against his face strongly, as if he could pull you from the line and make you appear in front of him. "You can say you don't love me as much as you want, but I'll always love you, no matter what. Even if you're unreachable to me."

His heart raced so fast he could hear the blood running in his ears, anxious with what would come next.

"I miss you... Suki..." You whispered the nickname, almost unsure if it was okay to say it.

"I miss you too, love." Heard a soft chuckle, making him smile brightly. "You think we can start over? I understand if you don't want to, but... *sigh* please... I just want a second chance. I want to win you again, just like the fisrt time."

"Hm... I dunno." You mumbled, and the blonde could hear a glass hitting the balcony, understanding that you were still drinking. "I don't wanna get in your way, you really think you could get time off of your hero work to date as teenagers all over again?"

You were constantly changing the hand that was holding the phone because of your nervous sweat and you had already spilled some drink here and there.

"Babe... We never had the period of dating like two teenagers and you know that"

You laughed. It was true.

You two started dating as if you already had almost 2 years in the relationship, you got each other's mindset and your dates were married-couple style; which was good because yor Explosion Boy would get very nervous just by hearing the idea of a cheesy and romantic date.

You two only had one old-fashioned date and it was an absolute desaster.

He tried and cozy and simple cafe, small so no one would come and annoy you. We could say it was the worst idea Katsuki ever had in his entire life.

The cafe didn't had anything you'd eat and somehow your drink came watery; and in the middle of the date, the waitress basically shoved you two off without saying the reason why.

And, it gets worse.

There was a hell of a storm in the outside.

You two had to run in the middle of a torrencial amount of rainfall back to the U.A, and both kept sleeping in the small pools across the street, not to count the moment you had to run from an extremely angry dog.

Shortly after both came back, the blonde found out you were sick due to the drink and the rain, missing a couple of school days.

He avoided seeing you in the whole week you were sick, but left a box full of medicines you'd need on your door, and ordered Mina to give you a soup he himself had made when he heard you were getting worse, but threatened her to not speak he was the one that did it.

Poor blonde guy was absolutely sure you were hating him at that time. He had ruined a date by choosing the worst possible place, letting you fall several times and made you get sick, not to mention the amount of classes you had missed and you'd be late compared to the others.

He didn't had the courage to face you, even to apologize. He didn't wanted to hear her saying she hated him.

Until one day he was walking  through the common room, it was a friday night, and you were sitting in one of the sofas with the Bakusquad, Shoji and Momo around you, they were wanting to know if you were feeling better.

He stood around, pretending he wasn't interested.

That's when Katsuki realized you were telling them what happened on the date.

"An then, when we were coming out, there was like, this huge-ass fucking river between the sidewalk and the highest part of the street." You told, moving your hands, having all eyes, including his vermillion, glued to you. "So Katsuki jumped and he reached his hand out to help me, because the water was running like crazy since the street is like this "falling street".

"So far so good." You continued "But then when I went to jump, my foot slipped and I fell like a piece of shit! And what's worse is I took Katsuki with me!"

And for the surprise of your admiror, you were laughing like never before, closing your eyes due to how big your smile was, making every one around you laugh too.

His heart throbbed. You didn't hated him.

When he went to visit you the night after, he found out you had loved that day and would be one hell of a first date story to tell.

Since then he never tried to take her on a "romantic" date. Never had a picnic the old-fashioned way, only went to an amusement park to see who could take more rides at the rollarcosters and who would win more prizes.

"Remember that we celebrated our one year anniversary by climbing a mountain near Sato's house?" You mentioned, remembering how their friends were jaw-dropped when they found out.

Some of them had a belief Katsuki was a true romantic on the inside. And were hoping that you'd say he perhaps made a candle-light dinner with roses and champagne, both dresses like a gala meeting... But you two celebrated on the top of a mound, eating sausages, olives and hard-boiled eggs for being easy to prepare and take with you, and toasting drinking an energy shake from the same bottle he had brought so you two would have strength to go back down.

You didn't cared what other people said, you loved being with Bakugou no matter what.

"Remember our first vacation since we became heroes?" He remembered it with a smile on his face, even after all the struggles they had.

"North pole" You agreed, and Katsuki could hear you smile. "I never thought such an empty place and one-note color could be so beautiful."

You two had learnd how to fish in freezing waters, identify white animals in the middle of the snow, slept in a small cabin in a bunkbed, which you'd always go up to his mattress saying you were freezing.

"I proposed to you under the Northern Lights". He remembered, holding the rings he had on his neck tightly.

"The happiest day of my life." You smiled, eyes watering. "Even though I was freezing and could barely move my hands."

"And we ran back inside because it was two fucking in the morning."

You laughed together, remembering that night.

Katsuki barely cared that he had catch a huge cold on the last day of the trip and had to extend the vacations for almost a week to stay home and recover.

He didn't cared. He had ask you to marry him. And you said yes.

That was all that mattered.

When he remembered those days he couldn't understand how he let himself be so distant with you for so long.

How, when and why he stopped treating you like the love of his life?

Katsuki would always be stressed because of his hero work and said he didn't had time to be the bullshit romantic guy she wanted. But that wasn't it. He never were romantic. And that's not what you wanted.

You wanted the Katsuki you had started dating years ago. 

You wanted that "I love you even though I don't say it that much" Katsuki.

You just wanted him, and he couldn't see it at that time.

But now he had the chance to run after you once more.

"So... You think... We can start over?" He risked, fidgeting his fingers repeatedly due to his nervous self.

You sighed before answering:

"I think we can try" Said calmly, you voice slowly going back to normal. "But if we're starting over, we're gonna do everything again. That means, we have to go on a date super cheesy and romantic that will go super wrong and someone will get sick after that."

"Whatever you want, princess." He replied and right up front an idea popped in his head. "Send me your location. I'll pick you up. See you soon."

He ran to his room to get changed, putting something comfortable but that would still be pretty to go on a date, ending with a loose black jeans and a red and black t-shirt you gave him a while ago.

Threw the first things he saw on the fridge into a bag and left his house with his motorcycle, heading the addres to the bar you'd be. 

It was a kind of pub iluminated by purple led lights and the smell of cheap whisky was proeminent.

You were sitting at the balcony, wearing a leather jacket you had stolen from him on your first weeks together, there was a short round glass in front of you with what was left from your drink, and the bottle of it was right next to you.

He chuckled noticing the dragon printed on the bottle, as you mentioned, it really looked like the one on his backs.

"Miss?" He called, stepping closer, making you look at him and smile small. "What do you think about we having our second first date right now?"

"Is it something really romantic and with huge possibilities of going wrong?" She provoked, looking him sideways.

"Tell me if there's anything more cheesy and dumb than a picnic under the stars in a park that for sure someone's corpse has been found?"

"You're right, it's very dumb". She said smiling, standing up and taking the bottle with them.

Katsuki felt his energy being restored by seeing her smiling.

It was like all of the waiting had been taken from his back at once. He sighed content.

It was so good to have his princess back.

And now, he thought while helping her drunk self put on the helmet, I won't ever let you go away again.

[elsecrytt]

Further OM! general plot/seasonal rot discussion

Once again gonna put this under a cut for the 'anon' from earlier - lol, no worries signing from anon, I know how tumblr is,,, so many blogs and sideblogs everywhere aaaa

bhahbfh

Yeah. Sorry. I don't really sign with my blog and it isn't my main so... It's always just Naomi when I sign off on things on anon.

I appreciate your insight into the change is OM's direction. I just don't know really. I LOVED S1 and S2 (it's why I am still here), but starting in S3... It noticeably dipped. It was less of that casual underlying darkness that was never too intense but was enough for what the game was and more.... slice of life with demons (but in a way humans could understand).

Also, it just feels more negative. Like, the characters were never 100% nice to each other (even to MC or MC to them if they didn't want to be), but it feels different now. Like, it felt like brothers and people who've known each other for too long (you know, when you start mocking your friends and family as a form of love) and they all defended themselves when they were insulted (except Levi, but it's Levi and he always berates himself) in S1 and S2 but now... It feels like they are genuinely trying to be mean to one another.

AND WHY IS MC SO PASSIVE?????? WE JUST LET SATAN GO FOR 2 WEEKS? WE DON'T QUESTION SIMEON'S OBVIOUS BEHAVIOR? WE JUST ACCEPT DIAVOLO DECIDING THE POLITICAL FUTURE OF THE DEVILDOM WITH FIELD DAY EVENTS AND NOT EVEN REALLY ASKING IF WE EVEN WANT THIS (being a political leader is not joke)? WTF GAME!

Also... (me personally) I have an issue with the weird inconsistency of the brother's relation to the Celestial Realm. They just... get along with Raphael? An angel who, as far as we know, was on the side that killed Lilith? And Lucifer (in one of Luke's devilgrams) is said to still talk to Michael? At least text him. The man who DEFINITELY helped seal Lilith's fate, and who acts like Lucifer's obsessed ex? What's with the weird retcons? It feels like someone scanned the wiki for lore and just... wrote fanfic based on that.

And... yeah, too many characters. There are no "routes" and trying to split time equally means no one really gets the time they deserve.

Sorry. I'm not the best at communicating through writing, but I hope I make sense.

~Naomi

Oh you're fiiiine!! I mean, obviously I don't know what's actually going on in your brain that you feel like you want to communicate but don't feel sure about, but I do feel like you've gotten a lot across here,,, and i feel u,,, i FEEL u,,

Like about. The brothers... not really acting like brothers. Don't get me wrong - season 1 brothers were fucking ASSHOLES to each other. I kinda wanted to stab asmo and levi at certain points, they straight up told mammon to go k*ll himself and that REALLY got me

Mammon in Season 1 does straight up say "Lucifer would totally destroy me, it'd take at least 200 million years for me to recover from that", so I would call into question how serious they potentially are, but still,,, it was a bad look for them

Aside from that, though, one of the things that really set aside OM! from a lot of other otome games with hot love interests was the dynamics between the brothers. They weren't all in a vacuum, they weren't stereotypical rivals or mortal enemies or best friends or whatever.

They were brothers. They followed each other into hell. They got mad at one another, they were nice to one another, they said and did shitty things and they always, always cared when it came down to it.

Early devilgrams (particularly the old memory cards from chapter M) are really good for this. Chapter A cards, as well (I'm thinking of Satan's, although Belphie's does have some, too) have some really sweet bonding moments between the brothers... along with casual mentions of "oh yeah I also killed/threatened this person" in passion that they take no real note of XD

Season 4 it's just like. I feel like they genuinely don't care about one another. The nicest I've seen anyone this season is Lucifer/Mammon worrying about Simeon, and don't even get me started on how :/ I am about how they're milking this weird arc with Simeon. I have such low confidence that the plotline there is going anywhere interesting... augh.

And MAN I've rambled plenty about Satan so I'll just yell briefly for a moment here and let it be. In fucking season 1 before we even have a pact with him, we go to see Satan after he fights with Lucifer. He has a very civil conversation with us for a bit, up until we refuse his pact.

It's not a case of Satan needing to run off to be alone with his feelings. That's not at any point demonstrated in the story. He's STILL mad when we go to see him, and he can chat with us just fine about. Non-Lucifer topics.

It really feels like MC doesn't fucking CARE man! And it feels like the other brothers don't give a shit, either! This isn't something that we've actually seen or experienced Satan doing before, except in Season 1, where WE STOP HIM. RIGHT AFTER. dasfklhjh don't get me started. or i won't stop. but my god they did not do satan good

DIAVOLO DECIDING THE POLITICAL FUTURE OF THE DEVILDOM WITH FIELD DAY

I am going to be one hundred percent real with you rn and say. That was canon. That was extremely in character for Diavolo and you know it. I know it. We all know it.

Obey Me! has always had a plot made of cardboard. It's never taken itself very seriously, with the sole exception of the events leading up to lesson 16 (and 16 summarily blows any serious consequences out of the water), and the climax of season 2.

The power levels are wildly inconsistent: Diavolo is the most powerful demon alive and cannot escape a karaoke room in season 3? The brothers are all extremely powerful demons and can't beat... a bogeyman? Lucifer is a skilled cursebreaker and Levi's video games get the better of him? Levi's video games... potentially trap the entire world in a forever repeating time loop???

And the other part you mention, about the relations of the brothers to the Celestial Realm etc - also, wildly inconsistent. You're telling me they literally fought in a rebellion, lost a sibling, and Belphie was the only one who resented... humans? But none of them like? Had anything against angels?

With Raphael and Michael... I can understand Michael from Lucifer's standpoint - there are points where Lucifer looks pretty perturbed by the prospect of visiting the Celestial Realm, etc., and I get the impression Lucifer does still have to interact with them for diplomatic purposes.

With Raphael I'm just... ??? UH?? Lucifer is kinda a dick to Simeon, and don't get me wrong, I find it very entertaining, he also like? Almost goes out of his way to be nice to Raphael?? WHY? Everything we hear about Raphael in the past is that Raphael didn't get along with the brothers?

I had absolutely been expecting Michael to like, actually show up this season, and it frustrates me every time he doesn't. Like seriously. Give us some Real Plot.

I've pretty handily resigned myself to the idea that if I want om! to just... feel serious, in any way, I'm reading fanfiction. The writers aren't going to deliver on that point, and I don't expect them to - at this point, all I want is characterization, and they... have been dropping the ball with that, imo >:(

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

NSFW Alphabet (N-Z)

Part 1 | Part 2

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female! Reader

Summary: A-Z of just smut (and some fluff).

Word Count: 1324

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male/female receiving), masturbation (male/female), overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, teasing, slight spanking, sex toys, cursing, language, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note: POSTING IN 2 PARTS! Because Tumblr won’t let you have more than 250 text blocks. Happy Birthday to Sam! I love how this turned out and I hope you all do too! Enjoy loves <3

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never ever do something that would hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

He had told you countless times that if there ever was something you weren’t comfortable with in bed or something was hurting that you speak immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

That man could live between your thighs if he had the chance. At every opportunity, he would search for your core to nuzzle his face in it and bring you earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasm with his master tongue.

Sam was close to bringing you to a third orgasm in some random room at the party the two of you were attending.

His mouth was sinful as he sucked on your raw and abused clit for how long you didn't know. You lost track of time how long you've been spread out for him on some random surface as he was on his knees. The short dress you were wearing made it easy for him to have access to all of you.

“I-I don't th-think I can d-do one mo-more baby.”

“Just one more. Just one more for me.”

“Shouldn't we go back to the party? People must wonder where we are.”

“I don't care. I don't like the food there. This here is much better. Now cum for me one last time.”

He wouldn’t say no to an offer from you in sucking him off. He just wishes sometimes you would have picked a more appropriate time to do so.

“Her? Now?” Sam questioned as you were on your knees trying to undo his pants. The two of you were at a party, and you had gotten the sudden urge to feel him on your tongue, so desperate to taste him.

You had pushed him into some random small broom closet. The crowns of people outside having no idea what was going on just a few meters from them.

“Yes now. Do you not want me to?” You asked innocently as you grabbed his dick through his underwear. “N-no, I want to. Please keep going… fuck.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s been angry and frustrated that day, it’ll be more rough than usual. You could feel him take that little bit of frustration out on your body as he fucked you hard and fast from behind.

Not that you mind. It was terrible to admit, but you loved those times when he got home from his day a little angrier. Your thighs clenching together in knowledge that he would handle you roughly in bed.

Your head was buzzing as Sam fucked you into oblivion from behind. He had gotten home frustrated and in desperate need to release some steam. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly in your palms to keep you grounded from his abusive thrusts.

His palm continuously left harsh slaps on your ass cheeks as he fucked you deeply into the mattress.

It didn't take long for both of you to release. His hands held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you just a tad longer after the orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If there really isn’t time for foreplay and exploring each other, he has nothing against a quickie if one of you is in a rush.

“We don’t have time for this Y/N! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”

“10 minutes is more than enough, Sam! We just need to be very quick.”

The rush to get his pants down as well as your underwear under the dress down was immense as you only had a few minutes to bring each other pleasure before you had to leave for the fancy gala both of you were attending.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s up for exploring new possibilities in bed if that’s what you want.

New positions, maybe some toys that could be used to enhance both of your pleasures.

If you were game, he was as well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You have sex almost every day. That man can last as long as he wants and is good to go for 2-3 rounds. You don't understand how in the fuck he does it. It's like a secret superpower he has. He mainly uses it to his advantage when he wants to tease you to the fullest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There won’t be that many toys that are used. Sam always says that his mouth, hands, and dick are the only toys that are needed in the bedroom.

Once in a while, he will ask you to fuck yourself with the dildo in your drawer while he watches intensely.

“Please, Sam, can you just come and touch me?” The drive of the toy inside yourself was good, but it would never please you in the same way Sam did.

“No, no. I want to watch. You’ll get me later. Now show me what you do to yourself when I’m not at home.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

There is teasing to some degree, but he mostly wants to get right on.

But those few times he does actually want to tease you, he’ll take his sweet time in doing so, driving you absolutely insane with need.

“No… please,” the pathetic plea for him not to deny your orgasm again was bringing a smirk to his expression.

“Shhh… I’m not done with you yet,” he said as his fingers were inserted in you once again to build you up. Was he going to allow you to let go this time? That would be left to see when the time came.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud at times, but mostly he’ll just let out grunts and moans of your name on a repeated loop. It became more evident just as he’s about to finish inside of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam loves drawn-out foreplay when he has plenty of time to spare.

He takes good care in preparing you and making you cum at least once before he’s even put his dick in you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen how he walks? He’s thick and long, and he knows how to make you absolutely crazy with it. The way he holds himself just screams big dick energy.

You’ve been together for years, but you still can’t get used to his length inside of you, and you doubt you ever will.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s always ready if you are. He’s not joking when he says he wants you 24/7, 365 days.

Even when the two of you are tired but still horny for one another, you will find a way to pleasure each other.

The two of you were laying on your sides, Sam’s chest pressed tightly against your back as his dick was driving itself in and out of your tightness.

It was early in the morning. The two of you were as tired as could be but the need to feel each other was intense.

It wouldn’t be long until the two of you released all over each other. On the bright morning, none of you would be able to hold on for long.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always takes care of you before his eyes close for sleep. Washing you, cuddling you, running a bath for the two of you to relax in.

He can’t sleep unless he knows you have been appropriately taken care of.

“Good night, sweet girl. I love you.”

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[saintobio]

Hi dearest Saint! Hope you had a great day and sending you all 💕 I have a question and not sure how to ask u after all the recent things that happened on ur page. Forgive me I don't want to give off bad vibes, I'm just worried.

It kinda worries me these few days after an anon reader of mine slide in a message, nothing dramatic tho, but just politely asking me if I'm inspired by SN/SY. And then I also saw this Ask of yours and I get a bit more concerned. So I decided to let you know first.

I'm currently writing a jjk fic in a form of otome game styled with different endings. Similar to fate series and Mystic Messenger game with diff endings. But at the moment it started off with Gojo. In contrast to SN/SY, it's the FL that is amnesiac. And also their marriage was a marriage of convenience, consented and not arranged. I do understand that amnesia and arranged marriage genre are quite common in romance melodrama.

So, I think I understand why the anon reader send me the message. Fortunately, the reader is quite polite though, not toxic.

I read sn and sy and followed the entire journey last year. I'm not gonna lie, your writing inspired me to write again. I used to write fanfic about 8y back when I was in college and then I stopped and deleted my acct because of lack of time and work but, I still sumtimes read on Tumblr. I didn't write until last year as I was going through so many things and I found SN. Omg how you wrote it just brings back the fire in me, and I tell myself, you used to love to write,just why don't u enjoy ur old hobby again.

To be very honest, I've read so many manga/manhwa and watched kdrama/jdrama, played otome games and read light novels so I mix and match some stories from here and there, to come up with a plot for my fic and I'm worried if other readers might try to exaggerate and create a drama of a copy/plagiarism issue.

So, I want to be honest, I'm not trying to copy sn/sy, I love your touch in the fic so much I don't want to have a bad relationship with u. If you don't mind, I might want you to see if what I have here right now can cause a problem in the future, which I really want to avoid. If you have suggestions I'm open to amend, even if I have to drop this and start a new one. I really don't mind.

I'm so sorry, Saint. I know recently there's too many things going on. I don't want to add on any so that's why I come to inform you because I don't know, I just have a bad feeling if I continue on writing and then one day, baam someone just had nothing good to say and then boom drama happen. TQ for your time to read this. I can't send you a message so I send in an Ask, I'm sorry for that. You don't have to post this Ask, you can also drop me a message. Thanks Saint 😘.

that’s okay!! thanks for reaching out to me. keep writing as long as it makes you happy <3 what i just don’t particularly like is when people copy the flow of sn/sy’s plot, copy direct dialogues and quotes, and basically use my series as a template for their series (without credit and/or speaking to me abt it first).

sn/sy has lots of inspos too and i make sure to put that on the series masterlist as well as the faqs page. i guess you can do the same with whichever inspos you have for your series :)

[inkdemonapologist]

SESSION TWELVE of the BatIM Call of Cthulhu game, aka Continuing to have a Great Time At The Masquerade! : )

Joey and Bendy destabilised early on, meaning Joey went through the ENTIRE masquerade UNABLE TO STOP SMILING

getting some mixed messages here, Joey

Sometimes u dress ur characters up as rabbits for fun but then you have a lot of emotions about them losing their minds and then u gotta draw them losing their minds while dressed as rabbits... anyway Jack being mind-controlled did NOT help Sammy hold onto his mental stability at this nightmare party in case you were wondering,

ANYWAY HAVE, MORE OUT-OF-CONTEXT QUOTES, UNDER THE CUT

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] Joey, make a POW roll also... [Joey] Oh, boy, [GM] ...because Bendy was also told to enjoy this party, and you guys just passed a plate of food, and he wants to eat! [Jack] FEED YOUR SON! [Joey] No!!! [Henry] HES A HUNGRY BOY! [Sammy] A GROWING BOY!

[Henry] Henry will look back to see if Moonlight is trying to follow them! [GM] He will see that Moonlight has grabbed onto the railing of the stairs and is hobbling slowly down them. [Joey] *extremely evil-sounding cackling*

[Jack] All Cthulhu Official Dice actually come weighted, to make you fail.

[Henry] Gotta try harder than that, bitch! [Henry] ....that wasn't in character. [Jack] It's in character, but he's only thinking it. [Sammy] That's the golden text you see on the wall if you use the seeing tool

[Henry] My Luck is 68, I don't know what y'all are doing! [Jack] We're spending Luck so that we'll fail! [Sammy] BEING UNLUCKY! I've barely spent any Luck, I'm just NOT A LUCKY GUY

[Henry] Oh, Avedon's here, [GM] There's a gunshot, and he tries to shoot Fowler! [Joey] Um, well, uh, whoops!, rest in peace Fowler! [Sammy] Yeah, that'll sort itself out, let's go! [GM] Moonlight seems to reconsider from telling people to grab you guys, to grabbing Avedon instead. [Joey] Oh! THANKS AVEDON, your sacrifice will, not be thought about in the slightest!!!

[Sammy] Is... weird question, does this room look like it matches the architecture of the rest of the house? [GM] [GM] [GM] ...make a sanity check.

[Sammy] It would be a like, Come on Jack, do you know where you are, shake it off, snap out of it, kind of thing. [GM] Why don't you make a... a.... oh boy, [Sammy] One of my REALLY persuasive social skills?

[GM] This probably just registers to Jack as, Sammy griping about a party, which isn't that strange. [Jack] Yeahhhh, he wants to leave. He always does that. I wanna stay at least a little longer! [GM] That just means it's Jack's job to find them something fun and good to do. [Sammy] Oh boy, [GM] I don't think Jack is being compelled to be aggressive about this necessarily, he just feels like he's Jack at a party, doing the things Jack normally does, and trying to have a good time! [Sammy] Ah, and everyone else is being weird, [GM] Yeah! Everybody's being really weird! You're at this nice party, and now you're in this weird room? The party's back there somewhere! [Jack] I mean not that he's opposed to bein' dragged into side rooms at parties by cute boys, but,

[GM] The table looks like a table that Henry has in his house, actually. [Sammy] Have I ever been in Henry's house? These are questions I didn't expect to need to ask tonight.

[Sammy] Jack, this is weird! You see this is weird, right?! [Jack] Well yeah, it is kinda weird that we're in-- what are we doing here? [Joey] Joey is going to grab Jack's arm, and point to the next door, and go "Party is this way!"

[GM] Peter looks worried... [Sammy] Sammy looks worried too! Well, Sammy looks angry, but in a worried way.

[Joey] Joey is going to scream frustratedly. [Sammy] Is there ink in this room? [GM] There is not. [Jack] Is there a party in this room? [GM] Definitely no, only the party you bring with you.

[Joey] Joey is going to scream again. [Joey] He's also going to kick the door. He might stub his toe. [Sammy] Through all this, Joey is smiling. I just need us all to remember that. [Joey] YES. Also his tail is furiously going. [GM] Bendy is also upset! There is nothing to eat here.

[Joey] Joey is going to try to feed Bendy some ideas, [GM] He doesn't want ideas, he wants food!

[Joey] So.... what happens if you fumble a sanity roll?

[GM] See, here's the silly part. At this point, right? At this point, the best place to do the tasks you want to do, involve either getting the stone out of the room with the safe, or having the staff that Henry is currently holding. [Sammy] So you would arrive, by completely different means, to the same place that we are! [GM] Clearly Joey is inside the safe.

[Jack] Bad and naughty Joey Drews get put in the safe to atone for their sins!

[Henry] Henry is going to channel his inner Joey Drew and round the corner and say "No, sorry about him, we're just here on inspection, we need to check the safe." [Henry] Which is probably a Fast Talk, which I hope it isn't, because my Fast Talk is a 5. [GM] Unless you wanna try to turn that into a persuade somehow? [Henry] I'll do Persuade! [GM] What are you doing to persuade them, rather than just lying? [Henry] *rolls* I failed... I'm gonna push it... [Sammy] *uneasy noises* IF YOU PUSH IT AND IT GOES BAD, IT GOES WORSE [Henry] AH! HAHA! I ROLLED A SIX! [Sammy] THAT'S STILL NOT LESS THAN FIVE! [Henry] WELL IM DOING PERSUADE! [Sammy] That means you have to NOT LIE! [Henry] ....Fuck. [Henry] Okay, uh, there's an emergency, we need the contents of that safe. [Sammy] THATS STILL A LIE??? [Joey] NO actually, THAT'S TRUE! [Henry] It IS an emergency!!

[Sammy] Sammy cannot believe that this is working.

[GM] Bendy does wonder what his plan is for getting out of the safe. This does not seem like a fun party place. [Joey] Um, [Joey] Joey says it's a surprise.

[GM] Henry, the safe does indeed open! And there's a Joey! [GM] Bendy says "Oh wow!" [Henry] Henry tries his best to keep a straight face, like yes! this is exactly what he came here for! [Sammy] (Sammy is NOT keeping a straight face) [Jack] (Straight? In this party?)

[Jack] He's probably saying something like, "What are you doing, he's one of us!" [Jack] And that could go either way. That could mean "No, he's chill, I will persuade you to stop!" Or that could mean, "We are also criminals!"

[GM, as the guards] Then why does he look like the Yellow King's messenger? [Henry] *not missing a beat* We get that a lot.

[GM] Something falls from the sky and lands in front of him. And it's a person! [Joey] Is he alive? [GM] Very much not. [Sammy] How... how Illusion of Living canon-compliant is this Joey...?

[Jack] So... it would probably occur to Jack that this is weird for a party,

[Henry] Joey don't touch it! [Joey] Why not? [Henry] There's runes around it. I don't know if you can touch it. [Joey] Joey's gonna touch it. [Henry] *long-suffering sigh* If you get zapped, I'll tell you I told you so!

[Jack] Jack really wishes we were just back at the party right now, you guys... [Jack] Only bad things have happened. [Jack] Pete's traumatised, Joey's goopy, the Lurker ate all of the snacks,

[Sammy] Can I try to break free from Henry? Sammy's gonna try to run over there. [Henry] At this point, Sam can go, if he wants. [Sammy] Okay, cool. Then Sammy's gonna go and put ink in his mouth! [Henry] Goddammit. I was hoping you were going to check on Joey!

[Joey] You can’t take all of the sanity hits! You have to leave some for other people! [Jack] Says you! You got so many temps!! And an indefinite!!

[GM] Bendy probably is complaining loudly about WHY DID HE WALK THROUGH THE RUNES??? [Joey] Oh! I thought he was going to complain about the party, or lack thereof, [GM] That’s part of not having fun at the party, he’s not into that! [Joey] Well, [GM] This is not a fun party activity!!

[GM] But he doesn’t think it will destroy either of them, if you do it right! [Jack] That’s a nice, way to end that sentence,

[Sammy] Let us hurry! May I take the stone? [Joey] Joey shrugs. [Sammy] Sammy will, uh, attempt to reach inside of... whatever this is, and find the stone. [Henry] Reach INTO your LOCAL boss, and you will find A Friend And Boy,

[Sammy] Is there anything in this room that I can pick up, and then hit him in the head with? [GM] Henry has a stick... uh....there’s a projector.... [Sammy] Can I pick that up? [GM] No, you cannot. [Sammy] It would be REALLY funny if Sammy dropped a projector on someone else’s head. [Sammy] HOW THE TURNTABLES!!!

[GM] ...Can you impale with a rocking horse...???? [Sammy] I don’t want to impale, I want to knock him in the head so he passes out!!! Rest your head, it’s time for bed!!!

[Jack] I don’t think Jack has any plans after this! [Jack] I meant that in the sense that he doesn’t know what he’s doing next, but the way I phrased it, now it just sounds like he’s hitting on Fowler, like, he doesn’t have anything to do after this, are you free? That’s not canon.

[Joey] I don’t know how this will go, [Sammy] Good luck! [Joey] But Joey would like to-- [Sammy] Sammy believes in half of you! [GM] w-which Sammy? wHICH HALF?!

[Jack] I know you said “note.” But my brain at first processed that word as “milk.” [Henry] *laughing* “Did you get my milk, Fowler?” [Jack] He drank the last carton and he didn’t buy more! [Sammy] “I’m going to the store, want me to get anything? *jumps into the lake*”

[GM] Combat Jack! [Jack] *exasperated* He’s not a Combat Boy! Jack is soft and warm, like mashed potatoes!!!

[GM] Norman is wondering to Henry if he oughta be concerned about you all getting what you want out of this. [Henry] .....Maybe.

[dontrollthedicesideblog]

AHHHHHH I just realized ur theeee hydrocarbon and now I gotta bust into ur asks to say. HELLO!!! I LOVE YOUR FANFIC

I've been so excited for every update. Your version of Yu is probably my favorite out of all the fanfica I've read. I just love the way ur able to incorporate what would feel like in game dailogue options before settling on one he would pick. And I do love how u write his struggle with wanting to stay I Inaba. Which in most fics have him want to stay cause of his friends which I get but like!!! WHAT ABOUT Nanako AND Dojima. That's his fam ;-;

Ahhh I could also go on and on about yosuke and his relationships with everyone too. SO MANY SIBLING DYNAMICS. Ur little brother teddie is great. And I always like to think. As much as yosuke gets mad at him it's like...he still cares for him. In game he still knows when to back off and tell him he's always welcome. And of course YUKARI AND YOSUKE. ahh the trauma ahh the healing. It's been soooo 😚👌💖 following them along their journey. Overcoming themselves and growing closer again. I just wanna cry.. I can't wait to see more of them from u :D

And ONE MORE THING. BUT I JUST NEED U TO KNOW . I am such a sucker for a yu that can hide honesty in his jokes. The "cute cute cute" thoughts and cheek pinches.....feels like a slice of reddie (which I hope u don't mind me saying. It's one of my fav dynamics so it was just nice to see again hehe 😅)

AAAA HELLO???? hi i love your art so much (if you uh. couldnt tell from the ask i sent you) when i saw this was from you i went all alksdjflksadjf for a little bit 👉👈

thank you so much for affirming my Characterization Choices with yu bc oh wow! that boy can fit so many characters in him and near the beginning of the fic in question i was still trying to find my footing with who i wanted him to be. but i feel like no matter what, nanako is priority to him. and like. dojima has his issues in canon but hes not a bad guy and yu's still his family. i want this family unit to be a thing so bad 😭

oh yosuke has like peak sibling dynamic vibes with everyone he interacts with and i think its hilarious. i am a hanamura bros enjoyer first and person second ☝️ you are so right!!! they annoy each other a lot but they still care so much about each other :( and it's been very fun taking apart canon and putting them together like lego pieces for yukari and yosukes story. i hope you enjoy whats to come!

YU THAT CAN HIDE HONESTY IN HIS JOKES thats peak characterization, i love seeing that in other fics so much. its one of my favorite tropes of like "haha you think this is a joke but i am being so honest right now :)" i just think that is very neat. im happy you think so too!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND WORDS :((( i spent so much time just staring at this message and grinning, i really appreciate the thought you put into this :')

[everafterkeiji]

Song: This Love by Camila Cabello

Summary: Love has so many definitions yet Oikawa never gave you the right ones.

Pairings: Tooru Oikawa x gn!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Tags,Genre: toxic relationships, angst, dozens of cuss words, manipulation

A/N: i promise i love oikawa- pls reblog & comment if u enjoyed!

Was it one of those nights again? The nights where everything is crumbling apart and you're holding onto someone who is broken as well.

Still, you find yourselves testing what it means to be in love.

"I can't keep watching you destroy yourself, Tooru!" You shout as he stands up from the bed then standing in front of you, his power towering over you.

"I'm doing completely fine, Y/N! What part of that don't you understand?!" He shouts back, with a tone stronger and louder one fighting yours.

I'm tired of meeting in the middle.

"Tooru- I support you but if I have to see you fucking lose yourself over a game then I can't handle it anymore!" He lets out a bitter laugh, backing away from you to stare you down. Each part of your body was trembling and his did the same. His body was drained from exhaustion and yours reeked of pain.

"Support me? Then fucking stop already! You said you'd always be there for me and now you're switching shit up?" He says, the drug in your veins fading while your hand trembles at the peak of his voice.

"I stuck to my promise Oikawa! What about you? Didn't you promise you'd always make time for me?" You asked- a slight crack in your voice remembering how tender he used to say these pretty promises.

"Well isn't that just so fucking selfish of you to assume I could make that happen."

He turns his back to you while your jaw was down to the floor, your eyes wide with tears streaming down every second and a heart snapped in half.

"You don't get to call me selfish when I was never a priority to you in the first place!"

Oikawa hesitates to look at you.

He knows what he'll see. A sight of you he's seen multiple times yet it always punches him in the gut with how he's aware that it was because of him.

How many broken pieces of your heart did you have to walk on for you to admit that he never puts you first?

If it was a battle on whose selfish, the king knows he's at the top.

"What the fuck? I tried Y/N! I'm always coming to your fucking rescue and it makes me hate the way you need me." He pities himself. He knew how low it was for him to say, your emotions are always valid to him- he treasures them because you hid them from him when you met, how hard it was to be open to these emotions with one person.

He was that person that you regretted ever being vulnerable to knowing he turns them like knives, striking you in each body part.

"Do you know how many times I had to ask myself if I needed you? God- you were so busy all the time I had to push away my own feelings for you, Tooru!" Your knees felt weak when you remembered how many times you've broken down without a shoulder to lean on. He should've been there- a call away whenever your tears came to you but knowing how he'd never let the game go, you threw away your sorrows to make sure his smile stays on.

"If you needed space, then just walk away!" He shouts, he runs a hand through his locks as he takes a seat back onto the mattress.

I did and each mile I went, I returned to you.

"Go on then- cause it's obvious we need it both!" You closed your eyes as you gripped the strap or your bag, ready to turn your heel on him.

But the flow of love in your veins insisted you to stay, to fix the relationship that was never complete.

"Tooru." You called out for him, desperate to touch him and forget everything.

But he pulls away.

"Just go, Y/N." He whispers, finally the soreness of his throat was growing on him. He still couldn't dare to look at you, he knows that his eyes would give away that he wasn't man that you wished him to be.

For the first time, loving him wasn't something you could endure anymore.

-

The next day comes in and Mattsukawa finds you in the corner of the empty classroom, with your sobs resonating in his ears.

"Y/N?" He calls out for you while he immediately rushes to your side, gripping both your arms, fearful that something happened to you on your way to school.

"I-Issei- hi." You stuttered in finding a way to replace the sadness in your voice.

"Did something happen? It's just me, Y/N." He says softly, caressing your arm as you wipe your tears with the sleeve of your uniform.

Oikawa wasn't there to walk with you in the morning.

What makes it better is that you couldn't sleep last night.

Now, you were scared. When somebody finally shows you concern, you want to cower away thinking that it'd be a waste of their time.

Selfish, is the first word that comes into your head.

"Nothing happened. I didn't get any sleep last night- I'm just really stressed out I'm so sorry." You said looking down, while Mattsukawa sighs sadly, taking you in his arms and patting your head.

"That's fine, Y/N. I can always help you with your studies if you really can't do them anymore."

What help is there for a heart covered in thorns?

"Thanks, Issei." You whispered while he pulls away from the hug, to rest his hand on your shoulder.

How easy it was to mask your feelings.

"It's nothing, I'll walk you to class." You nodded as he protectively walks in front of you knowing no one would want people to see how they broke down.

Oikawa sees you and Mattsukawa as he walks with Iwaizumi. He notices the way your orbs looked lifeless with heavy bags underneath, the paleness of your lips and how you constantly look down.

He's in it for it again.

"Did you two fight?" Iwaizumi asks, Oikawas eyes met with yours and you look away instinctively while he feels a sting to his heart because your eyes held fear.

Iwaizumi let's out a sigh, the silence was enough to give him an answer. Hanamaki meets with you and Mattsukawa while Oikawa wondered if he should even approach you.

He's reached the line of boundaries where everything was just filled with pain. Exhaustion never mixes well with insecurities. A hard working person like him makes unchangeable decisions, like last night and maybe several weeks before that.

There was just a massive difference between his love for volleyball and his love for you.

But the amount that he gives to volleyball, should be the same amount that he gives to you.

This is what he struggles with the most.

How can he juggle all the things he love to meet at one point? He can't just expect you to be on the court while his passion drives the ball, and he can't have the ball in his hands when you're in class with him.

It's possible to meet in the middle, but he chooses not to.

As classes went on, the gap between you and Oikawa grows bigger. During lunch, where were you? With Hanamaki and Mattsukawa. Even a glance from him would hurt you and now he can see a clear view of how perfection turned into wreckage.

By the time, practice was about to start he jogs up to you in hopes of talking things out, even a way to just get a response from you.

It was completely unfair. He'd call you so many names without reason while you fought and never even named him a single ugly thing. It's all his fault. For being up in the gym too late, for loosing his appetite and his energy to the point where he drowned you in his challenges.

"Y/N hey-"

"I'm gonna go, Oikawa." You cut him off before he can even say anything else. He feels his the way his breath gets caught in his throat. You didn't even spare another second before turning your back on him with the intention of walking away.

His eyes widen before grabbing your arm softly as he tries to pull you to his embrace you stood your weight to the floor.

"Y/N- c'mon love.. talk to me." He whispers, his hand shaking as it held onto you. You tried to rip him off but instead he surrounds his arms around you, his head leaning on your shoulder, tears forming as he feels the cold atmosphere of your body.

"I can't keep waiting for the time where loving you doesn't hurt me, Tooru." You said quietly while he harshly closes his eyes and holds onto you even more.

"I'm so sorry- I promise I'll be here and you don't even need to question yourself- I- just come back to me..please." He pleaded, desperation in his voice while his tears streamed down on your clothes. You too looked away as a pool of your own tears were resurfacing.

"Tooru-"

"I'll be better- no I'll be the best for you. Everything Y/N- you're not selfish, never- I'm so fucking sorry." He digs his head into your neck even more while you tried your best to not let out a sob.

"You promise?" It was so little, like you didn't even want to say it because your expectations of love never met with reality. Sadly, Oikawa heard it yet there was a second where he hesitates and you took notice of that. How tiny of a detail makes you hold back on everything you wanted to say.

He removes his arms from behind you while he stands in front of you, now opposite to the power he had last night. It seems like it was your turn to have him this intimidated by the tension.

He takes your hands, caressing them, then holding them up to his face as he places sweet kisses on them. Some of his tears fell on your hand and he let them stay, while you hated how it was a genuine sign that he could be honest.

"I do, Y/N." You stared at him while he begs with his eyes. A single tear escapes your eye as it cascades down your cheek and wipes it away with his finger leaving traces on it.

You give him a nod and this sets his heart on fire.

His lips tug into a sad smile while he gently meets his forehead with yours, closing his eyes. He was more than thankful for another chance.

"I love you." He says, still with eyes closed, only focused on the beat of his heart syncing with yours.

Once again, the drug of love leaves a reaction in your body.

"I love you too."

-

Then the next few days, there was an ounce of hope.

Oikawa's nights were full of sleepless hours and what makes him stay awake is you, or at least how broken you were.

He couldn't help but imagine how you were in deep helplessness and you couldn't even gather the courage to call him because you thought he was more important than your own emotions. He imagines how you'd rather push your screams onto the pillow instead of voicing them out or even how you chose to smile for him after heavy hours of being accompanied by stress and insecurity.

It haunts him how he called you selfish, how he made you think that it was your fault for even being his- supporting him even. He needed you- he did but this thought is always surpassed by the fact that he always wanted to be number 1, to beat his own demons and the ever mocking Shiratorizawa.

He couldn't even remember where he took off practice to stay with you. He often visits your room to rest for a while but he barely gets to do that nowadays. During the mornings was his opportunity to give you a fraction of his time but something so simple he still forgets.

So, he makes up for it.

Even with the help of Iwaizumi, Oikawa goes home by 6pm so he spends the night with you even if it's for a few hours only. If he was going to prove himself to you, he'd do with a 100% of his body.

He was on the brim of losing you and he wasn't going to let himself be the reason for you to walk out of his life.

"What's wrong?" You asked as he laid in your lap, stroking his hair.

"I'm just happy that's all." You leaned your head on the pillow as he takes your hand, intertwining it with his kissing it once again.

There it was, the bad kind of butterflies that swarmed around you.

You wished you didn't forgive him that fast, it was nearly a day when you forgave him. The space that he mentioned basically meant nothing as he also gave in to it. He struck a nerve that day yet you went and took his apology like you've begged for it.

You did wanted to avoid him at all costs because there was never a moment where his insults didn't replay in your mind. You needed for him to realize that he had caused another split to your heart, what you didn't expect is for it to happen within hours.

You thought that Oikawa would've argued with his ego before he could talk it out but it happened so instantly that it didn't give you enough time to rethink your decision of forgiving him.

Oikawa held onto his ego but he had to remember his heart or else he would've dropped yours instead.

"It's getting late, Tooru. You should go." You said sighing before planting a kiss on his forehead. He smiles before sitting up and embracing you tight like you could slip any moment now. You had your arms wrapped around him as his slow breaths rested on your neck.

"I love you, Y/N." He says, holding on to you longer.

"You need to go Tooru-"

"Why don't we go on a date on Friday?" He asks pulling away from you. You raised an eyebrow at him as he chuckles.

"I need to spend more time with you." That's when it was your turn to smile, it felt so good to lift the heavy feeling off your chest, seeing that he's genuinely trying to be the best for you.

Your hand reaches for his cheek, your heart swelling with joy as you look at him while he leans in to your touch.

"I'd love that." He grins as he pampers your face with kisses at how excited he was to see the smile on your lips return. You let out fits of giggles as he continues to cover your faces with delicate pecks.

"Tooru- baby!" You shout as he laughs before placing both hands on either side of your face.

"Good night love, hopefully you don't dream of me this time?" He teases making you roll your eyes as you sneakily land a peck on his lips.

"That isn't too bad." You said chuckling as he kisses your lips while you smiled before allowing your lips to move with his. You pull away, flicking his forehead with your finger.

"Go." You said laughing, he gives you a pout before sighing and taking his bag from the floor.

"I'll see you on Friday then?"

"You'll see me tomorrow, Tooru."

"That's even better." He leaves with a smile on his face while what remains on yours were heated cheeks.

It was good to feel how love flowed in your bloodstream again, it wasn't bad to take in some of it's harshness from time to time.

-

"Really? Oikawa hasn't brought that up." You pout as Iwaizumi shrugs beside you, it was Friday and your boyfriend decided to miss it for some odd reason.

Iwaizumi brought up the topic of an upcoming match and that Oikawa saw an article of how Ushijima takes the crowd by storm again. He's never mentioned it to you but you did notice how he'd walk you home and instead of staying, he'd leave for some specific reasons.

"Anyway, will you be there?" Hanamaki asks, biting into his apple. You nodded of course. You couldn't miss the opportunity to see him outwit the opposite team again.

"I just hope he doesn't go crazy with training again, Wakatoshi taunts him even through a photo. I don't wanna see him- forget about his health." You wanted to say how you wanted to avoid arguments but the boys seem to agree to what you said knowing Oikawa oversteps his strength all the time.

"I'll watch over him." Iwaizumi says looking at you while you smile at him, grateful that if you weren't always there- it was Iwaizumi that you can count on.

"Thanks, Haji."

"Are you not worried about my health, Y/N?" Hanamaki says pouting making you laugh while Mattsukawa flicks his forehead with a straw.

After classes, home was calling your name for you to get ready on your date. There was the familiar feeling that kicks in, how you got excited when his name on your phone lights up the dark room, or when you see his jacket on your bed- it was back. The love bug has returned, how the first bite felt like love was overwhelming but you wanted to handle it.

God, you felt so silly- acting like one of his fan girls who got noticed by him. You were lucky enough to even obtain the title of being his so of course your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when he admitted his feelings to you. Though, it felt good. After the whole argument, you were scared if that feeling can ever come back now that it did- you were more than relieved.

-

The clock goes on as you wait for him to arrive.

Sure, it had been a good 20 minutes that passed but you were assuming that there'd be a meeting since there was a match coming up so you let your patience take over for a while.

But 20 minutes grew into an hour, and an hour turned into 2 more.

You couldn't even cry because you knew, it was too good to be true. Storming out your house changing out of the outfit you initially planned, you chose to dress into something more comfortable knowing it wasn't going to happen anyway.

You knew where to go.

As your feet lead you to the Seijoh gym, your heart was growing darker with each step.

Hearing the sound of volleyballs impacting on the floor, you already knew.

"Oikawa! Go home!" Iwaizumi shouts while the stubborn setter shakes his head, spiking another ball, out of breath as he do so.

You heard Iwaizumi loud and clear, that was enough for you to run back home, to never face his lies again.

Maybe you were a fool for lovebugs- but the bite wasn't to make you fall in love.

It was for you to stop.

"Go home, Oikawa. C'mon." Mattsukawa says sighing while the first years were already bidding them goodbye. Iwaizumi waves them off and tells them to rest well while Oikawa was still spiking to no end.

"I can't- I need to beat them." He says panting while the other third years share a look, remembering your words.

"What about Y/N?" Iwaizumi asks and it seems like this doesn't hit Oikawa like it's supposed to.

"Yeah, isn't it Friday? Aren't you guys supposed to be on a date?" The moment it leaves Hanamakis mouth, Oikawa stops. Iwaizumi sighs in annoyance when he sees the way his best friends expression drop with shock.

"You forgot didn't you?" Mattsukawa asks and suddenly he's brought back to the moment where he found you crying, now realizing that it was to put up the fact that Oikawa was the only reason.

Suddenly, the silence of the gym surrounded him like a tight space while his mind went at war for his mistake.

"Fuck! I- I have to go." Oikawa stutters as he immediately grabs his bag but before he leaves, he sees how disappointed his teammates looked at him. He looks away as he runs to cut the distance between you and him.

"This isn't going to be good for the both of them." Iwaizumi says sighing before picking up a few stray balls. The other two agree sadly but they hope that you two would be able to withstand the issue.

But Mattsukawa feels like you were at the tip of the cliff already.

After a few minutes, dozens of knocks awoke you from your corner as you knew who was at the other end.

"Y/N? Let me in please.." He begs through the door as you felt the tears continue to drip down your cheeks. You closed your eyes as Oikawa leans his head on the door, praying you'd open it.

And you did.

Your heart was numb, your eyes were giving out but watching him stand there made you feel alive, because you knew this was the last time you'll ever let the drug of love fool you again.

"Y/N- I'm so sorry I just we had a project and-"

"I didn't think you'd still lie to me." You said with a dry voice as his heart was pinned by your words.

"I didn't even know there'd be a match." You added, chuckling bitterly as Oikawa bites his lip looking down. You let out another laugh, the red hue of love was fading in your system turning into a deeper shade of how you've let the toxicity slip from your notice.

"I'm so fucking sorry-"

"Tell me then, can beating Ushijima bring you everything you've ever wanted?"

He was quiet. You put him in a spot where he shows too much hesitation that you wished you didn't even ask in the first place.

"And if you won, I guess that's when you can realize to put your health first." You continued stepping forward as his eyes looked at your exhausted ones.

You surprised him by tugging onto his shirt, gripping it with every might left in your body. You held him because there was nothing else for you to hold onto.

You tried to grab the last thread of love strapped in your body but it seems to have been cut when you saw him at the gym.

He didn't know if he could hold you because this a whole other side of you he prays to never see again. He just wanted the warmth of your skin on him but why was it that you felt the coldest to him?

"So please tell me, what do I have to do for you to stop choosing me?"

You said this with every timbre of your voice trembling as you land a firm punch to his chest then turning your back to him, letting out a sob.

"I understand, Tooru. God- I always have and it fucking sucks that I know I can't do anything about it." Oikawa looks at you, adrenaline rushing to his heart when it sinks in.

"I can't choose, Y/N. You're making this hard for me because I love both." His voice cracks at the idea of choosing between you and a sport he's loved since he was a kid. His dreams that he wants nothing more then to happen, while he visualizes a possible future with you.

"I've always known what you'd choose, I just wish I fucking knew when I needed to stop believing that it could be me." You were defeated and naïve, you should've known that it would bring you to this conversation over and over again. You tilt your head, harshly gasping for air as you sniffle, the heaviness of your eyes taunting you to sleep the pain away in hopes it'd be a dream instead.

"Y/N stop fucking saying that- you're acting like I didn't try and give you everything that I could!" He yells, his own eyes brimming up tears. You were surprised to hear this but seeing how his cheeks and ears were painted red, you knew that he's been trying to release all the things he wanted to say.

"And I did the same yet you always turn it on me, Tooru! All I've been saying is that I just wanted you to make me feel like I could be at the top of your list- even for a second but I just keep getting played over and over again." You rambled on and what makes you crack under the pain was a scoff.

"You knew what game you were playing, why didn't you stop?" He didn't attempt to stare at you since his question felt like it was mocking you.

You should've left. The moment where the crowd cheers for him while your shouts became the weakest, you should've known.

Oikawa did too.

He thought you would've gone and walked away when you had the chance but what shocks him is that you stayed. There's a voice in his head that tells him that what you two had can never remain permanent but he held onto his beliefs that he could make you stay no matter how difficult the game was.

"Because I fucking love you too much Tooru! God if I could just- get it out of my fucking veins then maybe I could realize how I've gone into a trap instead." You shouted, walking towards him with both your eyes wishing for it to be over.

"What trap are you talking about Y/N! I love you just as much as you did and I tried to make things work but it- isn't working anymore." His voice fades with his ending sentence while you've gone to a corner, sobbing and sliding off the wall, sitting on the floor as every ounce of love dies on you when you hear him.

"I don't know- it's a word that I can never know what it means- I can admit that it is scary." You said looking at the night sky, with your knees to your chest as Oikawa smiles fondly at your words.

"What's so scary about falling in love?"

You look at him before answering.

"Everything."

"Maybe I can show you that it can be beautiful." He says, staring into your orbs. You smiled at his words before resting your hand on top of his while he blushes before intertwining them.

"What if it hurts?" You ask him, adjusting your position as you listened to his convincing words.

"Love always hurts." He says sadly, chuckling in order to ease how bitter it was. He sees how your reaction didn't falter because you knew it was true, so with his hand lifting your chin to meet his eyes, he speaks.

"But that doesn't mean I can't take some of the pain away."

You felt Oikawas presence beside you as he leans his head on your shoulder closing his eyes as two people were tired of ripping each others heart.

"Maybe you should set me free." You whispered, your voice gave out, like your last words. Oikawa sucks in a harsh breath as you close your own eyes and he sees the final tear fall from your cheek.

"But I really don't want to."