#like. past me went through so much shit omg

[humanjarvis]

blushing bandit: part 1

synopsis: you coax caleb into admitting his crimes against your laundry.

tags: sub!caleb, caleb steals your panties to get off, you make him admit it, fingering (main character to self), caleb praise kink, caleb whimpers again, teasing, sexual condescension, cum...licking? (off of panties) pairing: caleb x reader word count: 1.3k

PART 2

a/n: i told myself if i ever wrote panty sniffer caleb it'd have to be unique since it's done so much so i hope this is enough. sorry if not. [omg i’m proofreading rn and i am not the same person i was when i wrote this]

You’d been keeping a spreadsheet.

In the last four times that Caleb had done your laundry, four pairs of your panties had gone missing.

The first time, you’d shrugged it off. Meh, maybe the dryer sucked them in, you’d thought. The second was just a coincidence, and the third had had you this close to calling a repairman. But by the fourth? You suspected you were dealing with a repeat offender—a human one. 

This wasn’t Caleb’s first time having a…fixation with your underwear. A few times prior, you’d walked past the laundry room to see him staring down at a small scrap of lace or cotton in his hands, frantically chucking them into the washer once he spotted you. Needless to say, you were so certain of his guilt that you didn’t even care to check his room—you were right, you knew, and he’d admit what he’d done by the end of the day. 

Fifteen minutes before Caleb usually gets home, you crack your door open just enough to expose your bed. Climbing onto the mattress, you angle your panty-clad lower half to the doorway. The pair you’ve got on are simple: pink cotton with white lace borders. You honestly didn’t care which ones you wore—they just needed to be light enough to stain.

Spreading your legs, you slip your hand under the lace waistband, running your fingers up and down your slit. As you part your folds, you slowly slide your hand up to play with your clit, circling, flicking, and rubbing until you’re slick with arousal. Your movements are calculated, methodical. This wasn’t about achieving pleasure—that would come when you tormented Caleb later. For now, your goal was to soil your panties with cum. 

When the front door opens, you quicken your pace, rocking your hips into the bed so it creaks and dropping distinct moans from your lips. 

You don’t even bother to listen for footsteps—you know he’ll come. You know he’ll see. 

As you feel yourself getting close, you swipe two fingers along your glistening folds before sinking them into your core, matching the rhythm of the other hand still playing with your clit.

The pressure builds and builds, but a glimpse of the shadow moving in the cracked doorway is what finally pushes you over the edge. 

With a loud cry, you roll your hips through your orgasm, writhing sensually on the crumpled sheets beneath you. 

After a heady moment, you remove your hands from your core and press them against the outside of your panties, making sure they’re wholly drenched for what you’re about to do.

When you look back up, the shadow is gone, and you know you’ve got him.

“How was your day?” you greet, barging into Caleb’s room with your hands behind your back. 

With his broad back toward you, he freezes briefly before relaxing. “It was alright, nothing much happened,” he shrugs, still not turning to face you. 

“Alright, huh?” you repeat. Clearly, he was in need of a little push. 

“You wanna know what I did today?” you start, a saccharine excitement in your voice. “Today I went through the load of laundry you washed for me yesterday. Do you want to guess what it had in common with the three loads before that?”

Tensing, Caleb finally turns around, a noticeable tremor in his idle hands. “It...smelled like detergent?” he jokes lamely, offering a weak smile. 

“Oh, cut the shit, Caleb,” you scoff, sauntering over to him. “I know. No excuses, no stupid jokes, no changing the subject. I know.”

A startled laugh falling from his lips, Caleb flits his eyes to the side before opening his mouth to respond. “Wh—”

“Shut it,” you intercept. “Now, I came in here to make a deal—an unfair deal, to be honest. It will benefit you much more than me.” Stepping closer, you grin at his wary expression before continuing. “If you admit you've been stealing my panties, you get to keep these. No catch,” you offer, waving your underwear, coated with the evidence of your earlier climax, in front of his face. 

Caleb’s eyes pop out of his skull. Dumbfounded, he stands staring down at you, opening and closing his mouth like he’s glitching.

“Hmm? I thought you liked these,” you mock. Placing a hand on his chest, you push his dazed form onto the bed behind him. Chuckling, you crawl up his body, panties threaded between your fingers. 

When you come face to face, you take his jaw in your other hand, angling it as if inspecting him. “Are you sick?” you pout. “Where’s your enthusiasm? Where’s the man who stole four pairs of panties out of my dirty laundry? One I could understand—to each their own—but four is just greedy, Caleb.”

Through his heaving breaths, all Caleb can respond with is a shuddering whimper. He looks up at you as if you’re about to smite him, and although you’re not, there’s something exhilarating about the visual. 

“No answer? What a bummer,” you sigh dramatically. With a mischievous wink, you tighten your grip on his chin. “That’s okay, though—I think I can find him.”

Slowly, you bring the hand holding your underwear up to hover right over his face. “Is he…here?” you ask, lightly tracing the lace hem of your panties around his jawline.

At the contact, Caleb’s breath hitches, and he lets out a pitiful, incoherent noise. 

“No? What about here?” you tease, now rubbing the fabric against his reddening cheek.

When he still doesn’t break, you click your tongue. “Still nothing?” you tut. “This guy’s a tough nut to crack. But don’t worry—I think I can find him right…here.” In one fluid motion, you grip Caleb’s chin and press your soaked panties to his face, the wettest patch directly over his nose and mouth. 

Caleb's eyes roll back into his head before he gives you what you’ve been waiting for. Jolting his hand out to grab your arm, he presses the fabric harder against his face as he bucks up into you. 

He inhales deeply before closing his eyes and, with his hand still wrapped around your wrist, pushes his tongue out to taste your leftover release.  

Moaning, he opens his mouth to suckle on your panties, and you coo down at him. “Aw, there he is,” you say, caressing his cheek with your free hand. “Just needed some guidance, hm? Needed to know I wasn't mad at you for using my dried slick to get off.” 

Whimpering through the material, he nods twice. 

“Good,” you praise as he nuzzles into your hand. “But!” you continue, ripping the fabric from his mouth, to which he groans from the loss of contact. 

“Remember what I told you. You can have these,” you say, dangling your underwear in his face and pulling away when he leans forward, “if you confess what you did.”

Violet eyes look up at you in panicked deliberation, and you can visibly see when his perversion overwhelms his pride. 

“W-when I did your laundry the last few times,” he starts timidly, voice hoarse from disuse. “I took…I didn’t mean to, I swear. They were just there and they smelled like you and I couldn’t stop.”

“Couldn’t stop what, Caleb?” you prod, brow raised. “What did you do with them?”

You know what he did with them. But you want to hear it from him.

“…I used them,” he admits, voice dropping to a whisper. “I brought them back here and I smelled them and…tasted them…pretended it was you. So I could come.” When he stops, his face is flushed scarlet. 

“Mm,” you hum, stroking his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Thank you for telling me,” you praise, and he shivers under your touch. 

“You’ve been so good for me—I'll give you what I promised,” you say, folding your ruined panties and laying them neatly atop Caleb's chest.

Shuffling off of him, you head for the door before looking back. 

“And Caleb,” you call, “cotton cannot taste that good. Next time, just ask me for the real thing.” 

PART 2

[tojipie]

what would it be like if toji had a needy cry baby gf 😣😣😣

this is such a cute ask omg :(( had so much fun writing this! enjoy

content: anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff

the telltale sound of a buzzing phone wakes you from your catnap. you shift on the couch, lifting your head from toji’s lap to gather yourself.

“what is it?” he mumbles, pulling your blanket back over your shoulders to keep you warm. the hum of the TV almost lulls you back asleep, eyes fluttering shut.

“mm y’r phone is ringing.” you whisper groggily, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand.

“you wanna go get it for me?” toji asks, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you stand up from the couch, blanket still wrapped tight around your shoulders.

“it’s probably on the bathroom counter.” he notes, kissing you again as a thank you. he was always tender with you when you were sleepy. your heart soars as you make your way upstairs and into your shared room.

you can practically feel the ringing as you cross the threshold of the bedroom door, padding past the bed and into the connected bathroom with a hum.

he must’ve forgotten it here when the two of you had showered earlier you reason, shading your eyes from the lights the two of you left on.

you head towards the counter, grabbing the device and immediately dropping it onto the solid tile.

WHACK

… shit

“shitshitshit.” you curse, toji’s ringtone coming to a stop as soon as the phone had hit the floor.

your heart sinks to your feet all the way through the marbled tile and into the dirt as you approach the device, praying the sound it’d made on impact wasn’t as serious as you remembered.

“no.. nonono oh my god.” you whisper, immediately crouching down to pick his phone up off the floor, eyes filling with tears as you try to gauge the damage.

just as you feared, a massive crack running down one corner to another. the bottom left corner of the screen was completely blacked out save for a few blinking pixels around the edge, it’s touch screen barely responsive as your thumb runs along the electronic gash

hot tears run down your face as you realize the seriousness of what you’d done. toji needed this phone for work, practically had it on him at all times except for when he was at home.

he’d be mad at you, right? this was serious damage, something neither of you could brush off. his kindness only went so far you gathered.

and since when was bathroom tile that destructive? god, you were going to throw up.

“you ok?” your boyfriend yells from downstairs, turning your blood cold.

“yup!” you respond, voice shaking a little more than you intended. your wrap your blanket tighter around your quivering body, quickly wiping your tears with the soft fabric.

“who was calling?”

you curse again, tapping the shattered screen to try and look at the caller ID. you can barely make out shiu’s name with all the damage.

“it’s shiu.” you yell back, trying to soothe the redness around your eyes and nose in the mirror.

the stairs creak as you wobble downstairs, cheeks still wet with fresh tears. what were you even going to tell him? that you dropped his phone once and now it was practically unusable?

“hey thank you sweet gi—”

Toji’s face falls at the sight of you, immediately standing up to wrap you in his arms. your quiet sniffles turn into full blown sobbing as you clutch the phone to your chest, trying your best to hide it from him.

“what’s wrong pretty?” your boyfriend whispers, rubbing your back with a huge hand. the older man presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead, leading you over to the couch and pulling you into his warm lap.

“i dropped your phone.” you whimper, shaky hands fiddling with the device as you prepare to disappoint the love of your life.

“yeah?” toji mumbles understandingly. “let’s see it baby, don’t worry.” he reassures you, taking his phone from your lap and turning it over.

“it’s just it was still wet cause you were answering a text in the shower and it slipped from my hand and—”

you gauge his face for an inevitable scowl, maybe a scoff. whatever it was, you deserved it.

instead, toji smiles.

“oh my god.” you whimper. was he so mad that he had no choice to smile? was there simply not any other expression to convey how upset he was?

toji surprises you again as he throws the phone to the side, letting it bounce across the couch cushions.

“that’s it?” he laughs, rubbing up and down your sides.

“you sniffle again, wiping your eyes.

“whadduya mean that’s it… i broke it.” you practically sob, turning to get up from his lap.

warm hands circle around your arms, leading your smaller body back to his chest. the older man wipes your cheeks with both thumbs, pressing an impossibly soft kiss to your hairline.

“nothing I can’t get fixed.” he tells you, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“but it’ll be expensive..”

“not for me.” he laughs

“you should be me at me.” you mumble softly, guilt still knawing away at you.

“why would I be mad at you for making a little mistake?” toji’s voice is soft, reassuring. his chest is warm and he smells like a campfire, practically lulling you to sleep with how tenderly he holds you.

“I’ve literally had a bullet go right through my screen baby.” he laughs. “I’ve dropped my phone out of moving cars, I’ve had it run over. you think i don’t replace this thing every month?”

you gasp, head popping up from his shoulder. “a bullet?”

“you can thank shiu for that.” he mumbles, kissing you again.

“what I mean is it’s nothing i can’t fix.” he tells you, reclining onto the couch and pulling you with him. “how could I ever be mad you?” he whispers into your cheek.

you nod, the last of your tears drying up as your body relaxes on top of his. you hated how bad your anxiety got at times, clouding your judgement and effectively convincing you that the world hated you.

“tell you what.” he starts.

“tomorrow how about me and you go pick up a replacement for me, and then get you a new phone too?” he asks tenderly, tracing shapes into your hair with his finger.

“you wanted the new one right? in pink?”

you nod with a giggle, eyes fluttering shut as the sound of your boyfriend’s heartbeat syncs with yours.

“yeah.” you tell him shyly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “in pink please.”

[pinkaditty]

JUST TAKE MONEY ALREADY UGHHH

THAT HAKU FIC???? OMG OBSESSED IT WAS SCRUMPDELICIOUS HSHSJSJSJSJ

AND you're cooking up a Subaru fic???!?!!? YOU'RE SPOILING US SO MUCH THANK YOUUUU

Visions (Yan!Perv!Subaru Kagami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

ok its finally here holy shit wht ther ufckkckckkc

also THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE WORKS YIPPEE!!!!!!!!

a/n: i went 2 bed the night after writing starstruck coral and woke up thinking about how touching you is how yan!perv!subaru would keep tabs on you. is this deranged and out of pocket? maybe. but was this real as fuck? ab-so-fucking-lutely. anyways. admittedly not the biggest fan of yandere characters unless they’re the harmless-type, stalker-type, or worship-type yandere yk? they’re strangely possessive and slightly stalker-y ish? maybe the occasional sabotage of a love rival perhaps.  they don’t kill anybody, just get really jealous. which. kinda suits subaru. 

2 explain a little bit. i buy in2 the theory that subaru is NOT nearly as innocent as he portrays himself and purposely puts that image forward 2 fool others. i like 2 think he won’t let go of it, even when caught, bc its the best way 2 weasel out of things. i also think that, 2 an extent, it is actually genuinely a piece of his personality and how he genuinely acts, so the act is harder 2 see through bc it seems so,,, like him, if u will. 

summary: you want subaru. subaru has a reputation to uphold.

cw: voyeurism via psychometry??, masturbation, breaking and entering, creepy, weird, perv and yan behavior idk idk. also editing was rushed sorry!

WARNING: the ending 2 this is like. kinda crazy. at least 2 me idk! i wrote it like "wow this heat" but idk tumblr might not like it! u've been warned.

Subaru is the type to hide from his desires, despite how strongly they pester him. He belittles himself by convincing himself that such things are improper, corrupt, and shameful, and that indulging in them would taint his proper, innocent, humble manner. To him, he must keep up the perfect, trimmed, clean, graceful exterior in tandem with his placid, unassuming, and polite demeanor. It is the only way to conduct himself. So, he hides from that which would shake his precariously balanced mask, even goes as far as to express discomfort when exposed to things that are supposed to be outside his comfort zone, even if they are things he’s long been aware of or indulgent in. He refuses his naturally decadent tendencies and strives to upkeep his gentleness. 

In truth, he knows what he is. A hedonistic sybarite. A guilty heathen. A depraved sinner. These titles haunt him, constantly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of indulgence and the rewards of self-control. He holds these reminders close to his heart. He will not flinch. He will not falter. He will not break.

And then you happened to be one of the first people to know about the truth of his stigma. He supposes he can pin the onset of his downfall there. 

As pretty as you were, and as perverted as he was, he had already grilled it into his mind that desires of the flesh were not worth faltering for, not if he was to keep being perfect. You were easy to brush aside at first, his focus trained on maintaining his carefully crafted personality. All was well until he mistakenly touched your hand one day. 

You’d been over for tea and sweets at Hotarubi. The gentle sounds of rain against the window and light chatter of Zenji made for the perfect ambience. Haku was off on a mission, but Subaru and Zenji were there, enough to keep you company. Subaru is pleased to listen to Zenji’s lamenting poetry, and smile apologetically at you for his ramblings. He’s astonished at how well you seem to fall for his mask. There were times where even Haku had seen past it, not that the other man had much room to comment on it. He smiles to himself, seemingly unassuming, thinking you’re rather naive for a cursed girl. He makes the mistake of slipping off his glove and reaching for a sweet while looking at Zenji, not wanting to get any crumbs on his gloves. He freezes when he feels your hand brush against his, images flashing before his eyes, layering over his vision. 

To your credit, you flinch backwards, apologizing profusely. He notes his expression must appear dazed, because you add on: “You must’ve seen my busy morning, huh?” You chuckle to yourself, smiling apologetically. “Sorry again, Kagami.”

He shakes his head, the vision finally subsiding, blinking to restore his normal sight. “It appears to have been stressful. I see why you stopped by.” He crafts a welcoming smile, a small, trembling voice, and an overwhelmed undertone in his expression. Judging by your slight bow, it’s perfect, and fools you. 

He hides his darkening expression behind his teacup, pretending the smile dropping from his face so abruptly is simply so he can blow on his tea. Zenji returns to his rambling after checking on Subaru, ensuring he was well. Subaru mulls over what he had seen. He’d seen a busy morning indeed, full of the Frostheim King’s demands, the pestering of an uptight paralegal, and a fair bit of hounding by many other overzealous ghouls. But he had also seen how you relieved said stress. Fingers dipping underneath your skirt, in the privacy of your own dorm. He’d heard your soft mewls, seen your hand dripping with essence. He felt like, if it had lasted longer, he’d have felt your plush skin, tasted your dripping heat. 

He curses himself for such thoughts, resisting the crease in his brow that threatened to form. He hoped his next sip of tea was bitter and cold as a punishment for his minute indulgence, a reminder of the path he had set himself to. But when he tips the cup back and the liquid reaches his tongue, it’s warm. It’s sweet. It’s tempting. The sticky remnants of the honey used to sweeten it seem to cling to his throat. This was not punishment. The reminders he held close to his heart dimmed for only a moment. 

Then he was the picture of elegance again, smiling sweetly as Zenji laughed, pretending his friend was the source of his joy. 

The following weeks, despite the sweetness of his indulgence and the temptation rumbling within him, he convinced himself it was only a fluke. It was nothing more than a minor accident, and he couldn’t allow a minor accident to tarnish his clean slate. He had to keep these desires hidden. Yet and still, the vision plagues him, hidden in the deeper corners of his subconscious. He can still see it quite clearly, can almost feel the exact sensations you felt, can almost taste the cloying allure that seemed to saturate the entirety of the vision every time he replayed it in his head. It takes him a while to snap out of it when the vision plays in his mind’s eye. His eyes will become clouded, his breathing will become labored, and his fingers will twitch as he struggles to keep up his restraint. He remains successful, and such bouts of desire only happen in privacy, but he has a gnawing feeling that even remembering the vision is a form of indulgence in itself.

Despite his efforts to not think about it, the vision returns, and he feels shame and anger begin to make their presence known. This was not proper. It was unbecoming of him to allow something to swim in his head so persistently, especially something made to tempt him. He can hardly stand to have a normal conversation with you. Not that it’s your fault, rather that it’s his for succumbing to the wiles you may have inadvertently and unknowingly used on him. He decides that the only way to rid himself of the previous vision is to have another one of you. Maybe he’ll have a vision of a gross habit or something generally unattractive, and perhaps that would neutralize his fixation on your stress-relief techniques. It would be a gamble, but it was an option nonetheless.

He invites you for lunch again with him and Lyca, outside on one of the balconies on campus. It’s relatively warmer, fresh breeze combing through the trees and open windows. Days like this brought a large crowd, which meant it would be no problem to go unnoticed if needed. He sits quietly on a bench, Lyca leaning into his right side, drooling over his lunch but patiently waiting to dig in. Subaru finds himself awaiting your arrival a little too eagerly for his tastes. This would have to end soon. 

He finally spots you from afar, carrying a brown box that Sho usually packed his lunches in. He smiles as you approach and holds up his own brown box, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “It seems we had the same idea.” Effortlessly, he turns on the inferiority complex charm, hurriedly apologizing. “Ah, I apologize for not properly communicating with you. We could have waited in line together.”

You smile and shake your head, reassuring him with a quick  “It’s no problem, really,” and plopping down on Subaru’s other side. He notes the distance you leave between your bodies and lets his displeasure swim in his gaze before returning to a placid smile. 

Lyca barely spends a moment greeting you before digging into his meal, forgetting once again to use his utensils. Subaru sighs fondly before smiling at you and returning to his own meal. He is the epitome of grace, carefully bringing his chopsticks to his mouth, demurely flicking his tongue against his lips to lick up any excess sauce, and chewing so soundlessly you wouldn’t be able to tell. Not a single hair is out of place. Something about feeling your gaze on him fills him with pride and dread simultaneously. Could enjoying the attention of someone he actively attempts not to crave be considered an indulgence? 

Lyca suddenly begins hacking next to Subaru, alarming him. Immediately, Subaru assumed it was because he'd practically inhaled his food. He rubs a gentle hand on Lyca’s back until the coughing subsides as you watch with concern. Lyca looks up with a frown, grumbling in frustration about his coughing fit. 

When Lyca looks up, sauce and bits of rice are stuck to his cheeks. Subaru has to stifle a laugh, pretending to clear his throat instead, smiling fondly at Lyca. He reaches for his handkerchief, about to help Lyca clean up. When he doesn’t find it in his internal pockets, his confusion grows, searching his other pockets for it. It seems he didn’t have it. He looks back up to Lyca, wondering how he was going to clean him up without any napkins. Lyca looks back at him quizzically. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Subaru sighs and shakes his head. “Hold still, Lyca.” He begins to pull one of his gloves off, not wanting to get sticky residue all over them. It’s when he just manages to slide the glove halfway off that you reach forward, pushing his hand down. 

“Here, let me.” Subaru glances towards you as you reach towards Lyca, keeping your other hand on Subaru’s wrist. Your thumb brushes against his palm, and something about the action strikes Subaru as deliberate before he is thrust into another vision again. 

Another busy morning—nothing out of the ordinary. A red-headed ranger and his pet held most of your attention today, a certain slacker lagging far behind. Moving back and forth between classes and dorms, getting cases signed, all seemed relatively normal…

At least until he sees you, lying on your bed, laptop propped open, watching a rerun of one of his old shows. He can’t tell if he blushes or not, but he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 

He feels himself freeze up as you smile wider, watching him twirl across the stage. The vision begins to fade, but his confusion remains at a peak. Had you heard of him before? Were you a fan? If so, why hadn’t you shown any indication of knowing him prior? 

If you were a fan, this was mortifying. If you weren’t a fan but were simply doing research, that would be different. He couldn’t quite label it, but it felt… strange? He thinks back to when you first met him and remembers the lack of surprise on your face seeing him there. You couldn’t possibly be a fan. Which left him to wonder why you were watching reruns of his old shows in your free time. And, why had the way you’d brushed your thumb against his palm felt deliberate?

When he comes to, he finds both you and Lyca staring at him with concern. He idly notes he’s out of breath and his forehead feels damp.

“Suba. Are you okay?” Lyca peers at him curiously, curling his fingers into Subaru’s jacket sleeve.

Subaru finds it hard to so much as look in your direction, so he turns to Lyca, donning a simple, yet overwhelmed smile. “I’m fine. Just another vision, that’s all.” He manages to force the words out between pants, slowly catching his breath and blinking to stop the world from spinning. He had too much to think about to focus on appearing prim and proper any longer. What was that vision? 

When you pipe up, despite himself, Subaru turns towards you a little too fast. “Ah, I’m sorry, Kagami! I hadn’t realized I’d touched you.” Your face and voice appear apologetic, your eyes shining with pity. To anyone else, this would appear genuine. To Subaru, however, it was anything but. Something about the twinkle in your eyes screamed revelry rather than regret. 

He matches your expression, friendly and forgiving externally, with tension and excitement in his eyes. “It's no problem. Please, don't trouble yourself worrying for me.”

Lunch remains uneventful from then on, but even the prickling of your gaze isn't enough to draw him away from the rumbling in his mind.

He wakes up, staring upwards at his dorm room ceiling. It had been a few days since the incident, but he'd hardly been able to rest at all. 

His plan had backfired. It only served to worsen his mood. His initial urge encouraged him to blame it on you—his lack of rest, his inability to focus, his slipping facade. It was your fault, somehow. He had to keep you in line, somehow. You were threatening the carefully constructed status quo he had given himself and convinced everyone else of. 

He suddenly falters, common sense catching up with his wayward thoughts. It wouldn't very well be proper to do anything remotely threatening, especially to the honor student. He frowns up at his ceiling, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. A sickening feeling bubbles up in his stomach again as the visions revive themselves in his vulnerability, swarming his thoughts. This time, instead of chasing them away, he lets them settle. Maybe he'd find answers within the visions. It should be okay—so long as he didn't indulge. The images play in his mind—you, touching yourself, and you, watching videos of his old shows—and part of him feels the strange urge to draw a flimsy connection between the two. Despite himself, his mind wanders. Without realizing it, his hand begins to slowly travel downwards. 

Had you ever touched yourself to thoughts of him? Had you felt the urge to do so when you watched him dance across that stage? Or, was it only a coincidence? But if it was, what was your goal? If his assumptions about you doing this intentionally were even correct, that is. So many questions swam around his head. His breathing picks up and his face and neck begin to feel warm. The images and self-indulgent assumptions of his didn't help. His imagination ran wild with the things you would have done to yourself while watching him, dreaming of him, wanting him. He finds himself squeezing his thighs together and screwing his eyes shut tight. 

Any sort of relief in any form would do him good now, he thinks. He feels himself begin to tremble, his skewed brain focusing more and more on the idea of you touching yourself to thoughts of him. He imagines how it would look. Maybe you’d have your laptop propped open before you, marveling at his flexibility and physical prowess. Maybe you would be mesmerized by the way decorated fabrics would swish around his form. Maybe all these things were attractive to you, and you’d let your own imagination run wild—pinning him down, exploring the angled planes of his body, testing his flexibility as you saw fit—he’d be eager to prove himself to you. He imagines how his name would sound—mewled, moaned, or screamed—all in your voice, from your lips. He licks his lips to prevent his own from taking the shape of your name, silencing himself with an audible groan. Hearing the hunger and desperation in a single groan stops him in his tracks. He blinks awake from his hazy state, shivering in horror as he realizes he’d been palming himself, his hand moments from wrapping around his cock through his pants. He yanks his hand away from himself, turning over in bed and pulling his comforter over his head. He grinds his teeth together, his hands running through his hair and gripping his bangs out of frustration. He’d just been self-indulgent, nearly going as far as touching himself to thoughts of you. His mind swims with reminders of the consequences of self-indulgence, the path it would lead him down if he continued to crave. He bites his tongue, trying to relieve himself of the focus his brain was lending to his rock hard length. He attempts to control his breathing, inhaling and exhaling shakily at a pace he had practiced for years before. It doesn’t work, not in the way he would like it to. He’s barely managed to get a few breaths in before his alarm sounds next to his bed, reminding him of the time. His eyes fly open and he cannot resist the rage that courses through him. He rises to a seated position, exhaustion contributing to his frustration and anger. He reaches for his alarm, grasping it firmly in his hand. He is about to hurl it across the room, his rapidly increasing rage at himself, at you, at his inability to indulge nearly consuming him. 

But, wait. He pauses, blinking blearily as realization washes over him. This was no way to act. Shame overtakes him as he glances back at the alarm he holds in his hand. His grip falters and the alarm slips in his grasp. Slowly, he lowers his arm, and gently places the alarm back on his desk, silencing it with a dainty tap. He sits upright, folding his hands in his lap. Acting with anger was unacceptable. If the glass of his alarm were to shatter on the ground, someone would have surely come running, and witnessed the fury that twisted his expression, his arm positioned after a throw, and his still obvious hardened length. No, he couldn’t have that happen. There were better ways to carry himself. The reminder rings true in his head. Anger will not go without consequence. Indulgence will not go without consequence. Deviation from his carefully crafted mask will not go without consequence. What was acceptable, at best, was a slightly creased brow and an endearingly exhausted pout, seemingly unintentional. After a deep breath, he morphs his expression to just that, even pairing it with a quiet sigh. Perfect. Now, to keep this up for the rest of the day. 

He was long due for a more thorough reminder of where rage and indulgence had gotten him before. The growing frustration at his near indulgence stokes an urge to bite his lip, but he resists, remaining the picture of elegant, endearing, even adorable exhaustion. He could not allow his anger to show. 

He would not flinch. He would not falter. He would not break. Not even for you. 

When he walks out of his dorm room to greet the day, he ensures he is nothing less than the picture of perfection, besides a tired expression and a pout to go with it. Today would be another day to take in stride. Surely he could handle your meddling. He couldn’t allow you to be a threat anymore. 

So, of course, when he walks into Hotarubi’s tea room, he does not allow himself to be shocked at your presence. Surprise flits across his face for just a moment before he quickly replaces it with a welcoming smile, ensuring his exhaustion still shines through. Haku, seated on the other side of the table next to Zenji with his legs spread out, waves. He clicks his tongue and frowns when he takes in Subaru’s appearance.

“Sheesh, looks like a rough night. You okay?” Haku tilts his head towards Subaru, and Zenji does the same. You twist around to look at him, and he doesn’t miss the emotion that looked suspiciously like satisfaction flickering across your gaze. 

“Good morning!” You also greet him with a wave, before your eyebrows dip in concern. “He’s right. Did you sleep at all?”

Subaru puts his hands up in false surrender, his welcoming smile reducing itself to a timid, nervous one. “I’m fine, I promise. I simply had some trouble staying asleep.” Technically, that wasn’t entirely a lie. When Haku nods in understanding after studying him for a moment longer and you look back towards your tea, Subaru sighs with relief internally. 

Zenji is playing his biwa today, reciting some of his favorite childhood stories, with occasional commentary from Haku. Subaru finds himself relaxing into the comfortable atmosphere despite having most unfortunately been seated next to you. He supposes, so long as the distance between the two of you remained, there would be no issues. He would not allow himself to yearn for a close to the gap. 

This time, he’s clever. He finds no excuse to take off his gloves, instead opting to use a napkin to pick up any sweets.  He ensured before leaving his room that his collar was high and his sleeves were low. The only skin showing on his body was that of his upper neck and face, and any such contact to those areas would not go unnoticed, especially if deliberate. He allows himself a minor burst of pride, thankful for his own diligence. He was on the way to going down the proper path once again. 

He’s chewing on his final pastry before he’s off to pick up some tea from Benji and check on Lyca. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be seen by many people today, so he could use this opportunity to train himself to regain control over his expressions and emotions. You had a way with breaking down his walls, but that wouldn’t last much longer. At least, he thought so. He hears you giggle as Zenji is mid-story and feels you tap his shoulder. He turns to you, and with a wide grin on your face, you point to your cheek, indicating to him that he’s got something stuck on his. He starts, surprised that his poise had slipped enough for an imperfection, but simultaneously pleased that it was at least charming. Timidly, he reaches for his cheek with his gloves on, biding by his reminders and choosing to deal with the unsavory consequence of crumbs on his gloves in place of another slip-up regarding you. He brushes his fingers along his cheek, but he must have missed it, because you only giggle and indicate it’s still there, rubbing your finger back and forth along your own cheek. Subaru copies your movements, pulling back when he’s sure he’s gotten it off of his cheek. He frowns when he finds nothing on his gloves. He hears you giggle again and sighs internally, deciding to try one last time before giving up. However, he’s too late. He feels your fingers brush against his cheek, brushing away something that felt sticky rather than crumbly. He’d be grateful for the help if it weren’t for the fact that he was thrust into another vision the minute your fingertips touched his skin. 

When he’s thrust back into reality, he’s sweating, eyes wide and gaze unfocused. He glances at you, but that turns out to be a mistake. The frightened mask you’re wearing would’ve been impenetrable if not for the slight upwards quirk of your lips. He clenches his jaw and curses you under his breath, which is drowned out by your distressed cry. 

“Kagami!” You steady him with your arms, holding him up by his shoulders. Haku is already on his other side, watching Subaru’s face carefully. 

Subaru glances at Haku, whose frown deepens significantly. “Alright,” he stands, offering a hand to Subaru. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

Subaru doesn’t even protest, nor does he look back to glance at you. He simply wordlessly takes Haku’s hand and rises to his feet. Haku allows him to lean into his side as they make the trek back to his room, Haku shouting over his shoulder that he’d be back. 

Haku keeps Subaru steady as they walk back. Subaru’s mind swims with the vision he just saw.

Haku clears his throat. “If it’s not too much to ask, what’d you see?” Subaru can’t tell if Haku is asking this out of curiosity, concern, or both, but he indulges him anyway.

“A challenge.” His voice comes out somewhat strained. Technically, this isn’t a lie. But it’s not the whole truth, either. 

“Oh.” Haku frowns and raises a brow. “Is she in trouble?”

“No,” Subaru shakes his head, donning a reassuring smile and offering it to Haku. This might be a lie. “It seems it was all resolved. Just a little intense, that’s all.”

When Haku smiles in return, Subaru can tell he’s not wholly convinced, but he doesn’t ask any more questions, so Subaru doesn’t offer any more answers. 

He had seen a challenge, indeed. It was a challenge from you to him. What else could it have been? The images swim before his mind’s eye over and over and over again. Sweaty skin, panting breaths, raucous moans, his name on your tongue, and a purple dildo to tie it all together. He swallows harshly, feeling his body tense as the vision continues to play in his head. He can feel his half-hard cock prodding at his thigh, the stimulating vision enough to thrust him right back into his earlier predicament. 

Indulgence would ruin his plans. Anger would ruin his plans, Accepting this challenge would ruin his plans. And yet, he’s practically drooling at the visual of participating in the invitation you’d left for him. 

‘Desires of the flesh are not worth falling for,’ he reminds himself, thinking the same phrases repeatedly. He idly thinks of his continued heaving breaths and the warmth in his face from the vision. ‘There are consequences to indulgence. There are rewards to self-control.’

But were there any rewards to self-control as alluring, as satisfying, as deliciously saccharine sweet than what awaited him if he simply chose to let it all go, just this once? 

He mustn’t flinch. He mustn’t falter. He musn’t break. But, surely, so long as he didn’t allow himself to flinch, falter, and break permanently, it should be fine, right? Just this once, right?

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, keeping his pace steady as his mind churns. Perhaps indulging himself is what would remind him of why he chose the righteous path in the first place.

A smile begins to grow on his face. He had a plan.

He makes the final adjustments to the chair across from him and everything it held, ensuring everything was in place. He carefully shifts the teacups so that they are positioned perfectly in line with each saucer. He adjusts his tie, smoothes out the tablecloth, and takes his own seat. Everything was perfect. Now, to wait. 

He looks out the window beside him, basking in the dimming light of the roseate sunset, lavender, orange, and yellow blending to create a beautiful view. As prepared as he was for this, he also felt nerves and excitement working their way into his mood. He draws in a breath, reminding himself of the purpose of this endeavor, and releases it, strengthening his resolve. The peace he felt in this decision felt strangely fitting. After fighting it for so long, here he was, giving in to the very things he desired, performing the very show that could end in his fall from grace. But he clenches his fist, reminding himself that he will not fall forever. This was just a one-time thing, to set him back on the right path again. He hoped you would forgive his ambitions. 

Finally, he hears a lock click and the doorknob to the room turns. He sits up straighter, holding a cup of piping hot tea in his hand, looking the picture of warmth. 

He watches eagerly as you walk inside, your gaze rising to meet his. He only smiles wider when you freeze in shock, staring at him. He notes that confusion rises on your features rather than fear, as you twist the doorknob, wracking your brain to remember whether or not you’d locked the doors to the chapel before you left. Subaru waits patiently, swirling the tea in his hand. When you finally look back up at him, he sees suspicion swimming in your gaze. “How did you-”

“Ah, please don’t trouble yourself with the details.” Subaru cuts you off in the most polite voice he can muster. He projects his voice effortlessly, meeting your ears in a softened tone even from across the room. His tone is gentle, almost timid-like, but firm, leaving little room for questions. He places his teacup down in its saucer and rises to his feet, making his way over to you. His expression is open and his smile is kind and warm. And for once, it feels quite genuine to him. “I was wondering where you were.” He holds his gloved hands out for your bags, silently offering to put them away for you. After staring at his hands for a while, you relent, and he happily carries them to your desk in the far corner. He can feel your questioning gaze on him the entire way. It fills him with glee. 

He makes his way back to the table he’d set, standing behind the chair opposite to the one he was sitting on. He pulls it out from the table and gestures to it, warm smile on his face. “Please, sit down.”

If not for what was on the seat, this would seem the perfect polite invitation for tea. Subaru’s eyes were bright, his smile was soft, and his demeanor was polite and respectful. He watches you as you eye the seat warily, a crooked, nervous smile forming on your face. Your eyes flit back to him. He tilts his head upwards questioningly.

“Is it a show you want?” You gesture crudely towards the seat. Subaru only smiles, the look in his eyes darkening. It wasn’t a warning, rather a confession. The smile on your face read as nervous, but he could tell from the way your pupils were blown wide and your fingers were tapping the side of your thigh that you were more excited than you let on. 

When you made eye contact with him again, he looks at you expectantly, the expression on his face so open and gentle you would think he was asking for something innocent. He is satisfied when you finally nod, your teeth digging into your lips to hide the smile that threatened to grow. He watches your careful, slow steps towards the chair, your mouth open due to your excited, labored breathing. He, himself, has to bite his cheek out of excitement, not wanting to rush you. When you finally stand in front of the chair, your back to him, you simply reach behind yourself, hike up your skirt, pull your panties to the side, and slide yourself down the length of the purple dildo you’d used not too long ago. Once you’re as comfortably seated as you can be, Subaru tries not to smile wider and pushes the chair in, before walking back to his own seat, sitting across from you. 

You’re handling it better than he thought you would, and he commends you for that. He picks up his tea from the saucer, smiling at you. “Help yourself.” He kindly gestures towards your own teacup, steaming aromatic tea sweetened exactly how you like it right in front of you. Your hands have a slight tremble when you reach for your tea, but it doesn’t last long, Subaru notes. He makes eye contact with you, and you return his smile. Your face is flushed and your smile is trembling, and he’s sure if he bothered to look down, your legs would be, too. 

He takes a sip of his tea, deciding to stall for a little while longer, reveling in his success. You, however, voice other plans, speaking up to catch his attention. 

“Care to tell me what all this is for, Subaru?” The tremble in your voice would be unnoticeable to someone not as practiced as Subaru. He wonders just how many times you have used that dildo to not react so obviously. He bites his lip to stifle a smile from growing much wider.

“Ah…” His voice comes out surprisingly timid, and if not for the circumstances, even he would think this was a normal conversation. But the excitement that roils through him is too real to be imagined, and the boner he crossed his legs to hide was too genuine a reaction. He sips at his tea again before putting it down with a soft clink. He nervously wrings his fingers, his smile wavering. “I suppose this could be considered a confession, of sorts.”

“A confession?” The surprise is clear on your face, and you almost look relieved. “I thought I was due for a punishment or something.” You confess nervously, but Subaru hardly registers the tone in which you said it. 

“P-Punishment?” He looks taken aback and says the words almost incredulously, blinking at you with surprise. He exhales, frowning. “No, no, you’ve misunderstood me…” His tone falters back into his usual timid voice, and he shakes his head. His expression is apologetic and genuine. He reaches for his tea, probably as a way to keep his hands busy. “My real intention here…” He trails off, pursing his lips as a blush appears on his face. He felt nervous to admit this, but he reminded himself that this was for good reason. Excitement and heat pooled in his abdomen again, rising to his chest and neck as well. He could feel his heart pound against his ribcage, his breathing becoming heavy with anticipation. He looks towards you, summoning a small smile. “...Was to tell you that I’ll… stop resisting.”

He takes his final sip of tea and places his teacup down. He stands, moving to stand in front of your chair, kneeling down in front of you. He had been right earlier, he notes, observing how your legs were trembling and suppressing a small smile. Wordlessly, he loosens his tie just a little and undoes the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. He reaches upwards and silently holds out his hand for yours, looking up at you pleadingly. You gently place your palm in his, tremor still in your movements. 

“If you’ll have me…” He takes your hand and loops your fingers around the collar of his tie, pulling your wrist away from him so his neck would be forced to follow the pull. He bites his lip as he looks up at you, his visage the epitome of bliss, his lips curved upwards in an exhilarated smile, his eyes wide and pleading. 

“I’d like to know how you’d want me, Miss.”

ok CHALLENGE 4 ALL MY READERS PLEASE tell me what u would do 2 subaru in this situation. please. im so curious. if ur suggestions r good i might even be inspired 2 write a part 2 bc im already thinking abt it................

a/n: well. i hope that ending wasn't too scary! like i wrote it like "WOW" but. idk. im scared what if y'all hate it aaahhhhhhh!!! anyways. enjoy, please. i put so much work in2 this, truly, bc i really really wanted this 2 be good.

obligatory blurb that i love likes, BUT i mostly love comments, reblogs, and asks detailing how much you loved my work!!!!!! please please please let me know how much you loved the story! i cater 2 u and i want u all 2 enjoy it. knowing u do keeps me going <3

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

gold by britt nicole (accepting urself despite ur flaws... very ironic)

kiss it better by rihanna (physical lust fueling the reconciliation of a toxic relationship)

ecstasy by suicidal-idol (self-explanatory)

sweater weather by the neighbourhood (diminishing oneself, separating the dream from the person, yearning 4 something u cannot have)

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[daffodils-and-viscera]

i've seen a lot of posts comparing mastermind to truth seekers but hear me out: ozzie's

SO this may be long buckle in. these episodes kinda have the same plot?

blitzø has found himself in a bit of a sitch, as it were...

our beloved dramatic gay owl is at home watching gabriela pine over alejandro, when suddenly... blitzy is in trouble! omg let's get cunty and go save the day!!

however, despite showing up and saving lives (he may have literally saved blitzø's life in mastermind but that outfit from ozzie's changed all our lives forever soo...) blitzø isn't necessarily ((outwardly)) happy to see stolas (((we all know he does not mind stolas' ass in his face but stay with me here)))

stolas' privilege allows him to be immediately heard and not punished by the people who would never listen to blitzø's side of things, and stolas gets to be his dramatic lil bitch self and we love to see it

in ozzie's, blitzø has his past come back to haunt him in so many ways, he is put in the spotlight and he is decidedly not comfortable there, being called out for all the shit he's done to fizz and verosika and even m&m - HOWEVER! as we all now know, all of those people actually care about blitzø and he was just being his lil destructive self. he is given the chance to defend himself but it's overwhelming and he kinda freezes up

in mastermind, blitzø is being outright blamed for things he didn't do but like.. he actually didn't do any of that ! and yet he can't defend himself because nobody would listen to him even if he wasn't gagged.

the difference between these 2 episodes is in stolas' behaviour when HE is put in the spotlight- at ozzie's he is freshly separated from stella and probably hasn’t done anything social for a long ass time and he’s not used to being in public. and here’s this thing that he thinks is gonna be fun and will help blitzø but he is not able to express himself so he hides and the result of that is blitzø pushing him away, literally doesn’t want to touch him

in MASTERMIND our birdy babe is singing his lil heart out with no regard for what anyone else thinks of him or what might happen to him, which is so beautiful (but also stolas pls try not to inhale the water).... when he doesn't hide his feelings from blitzø we see how perfect it could be when their inner worlds merge and they are finally on the same page, and blitzø does the furthest thing possible from pushing stolas away !!!

(he did however still neglect to consider octavia's feelings when he decided to drop everything for blitzø... with devastating implications in mastermind) sorry to bring the mood down but this needs to be pointed out

in ozzie's, stolas tries to invite blitzø to his place (and we all remember how well that went)........ blitzø goes home alone and loona is not there, he is all alone and sad curled up on the couch on his phone looking at all the people he believes he's let down and it's heartbreaking

when stolas goes to blitzø's place in mastermind, stolas gets all the love and support blitzø has to offer and loona is there too and blitzø curls up on the couch on his phone looking at all these people who love and support him!!! and then he makes the couch all comfy for stolas and he’s not alone?? like they’re both so not alone that it hurts my heart to think about. these 2 have so much love for each other and yeah there's gonna be tough times ahead but they are not alone! !!!!

basically both eps end the same? but also everything is better now? because blitz was loved before he just couldn’t see it through all his nonsense

and stolas is still in a messed up situation and he's still kinda problematic and he couldn’t see it before through all his nonsense but now he’s more self aware?

the real difference is they have each other now! they are so not alone it makes them look stupid!!

anyway this is the longest post i've ever made sorry if it's rambly i have adhd and a lot of feelings about these two

[lovebugism]

Omg bug we need a part two of “mean” Eddie and reader going on their little date 🤭 if you are up for writing it ofc 😌

pt. 2 of this fic

You didn’t show.

Maybe you just got lost. Eddie figures he shouldn’t have expected someone like you to know where The Hideout was. Or maybe you lost track of time. — but he’d told you the doors opened at seven o’clock sharp, and you’d repeated it back to him. He knows you did because you’d said it in that voice you use when you get all shy, as soft and as low as your meek gaze when you peered at him through your lashes.

But you weren’t just late. You weren’t fashionably late, either. You just never showed up.

Eddie wishes he didn’t care as much as he did.

He told himself he didn’t when you weren’t there at seven, but he looked for you in the meager crowd of twenty when eight o’clock rolled around anyway. 

He’d wanted to see you in the front row. He dreamt of putting on the best show The Hideout’s ever seen right before dedicating some cheesy love ballad to you. 

“This is for a really special someone in the crowd tonight,” he would’ve said into the microphone that smelled like beer. “You know who you are. Don’t let this go to your head, either, alright?” 

He even made the band practice Hysteria by Def Leppard so he could play it for you that night — so the lyrics could tell you everything he couldn’t — but you weren’t there to hear them. 

They ended up playing Love Bites instead.

He spends another two hours moonlighting as a rockstar.

Still in his ripped jeans and eyeliner, he slings a towel over his shoulder and ties an apron around his waist — a busboy all over again. He always forgets how sleazy The Hideout is until he’s got to clean it up. 

He mops sticky floors and wipes down grimy tables and tries to ignore the stinging in his chest every time he remembers that you were supposed to keep him company through it all.

A knock sounds at the front door at eleven o’clock. 

It’s Tuesday night — the place is empty now. Eddie’s been around long enough to know when drunks are out looking for a fix.

“We’re closed!” he shouts, more focused on scrapping off the syrupy ringed stain on the table than the relentless inebriate outside.

“C’mon, Eddie, it’s cold!” a familiar voice pleads, muffled through the door. “You’re not mad enough to let me freeze to death out here, are you?”

Eddie nearly breaks his neck with how quickly he turns to look over his shoulder. 

You stand behind the foggy glass, mostly blurry but still beautiful. The bouquet of purple and red tulips is nearly as pretty as the smile your pair them with. Your floral skirt swishes around your ankles as the wind blows. Eddie winches when he sees you shiver.

He rushes to the door, scrambling with the keyring clipped to his belt loop. His sweaty hands fumble with the chain. It takes him three tries to get it in the lock. 

“Shit. Sorry,” he stammers. “I didn’t think it was you.”

“I figured. It’s okay.” 

You walk through the door he holds open for you, the spring night breeze following close behind. Eddie shuts and locks the door again.

You spin on your heel to face him and hold the flowers out between you. “These are for you,” you tell him — soft and low and timid.

Eddie grins.

“These are very metal, sweetheart,” he teases. The plastic wrapping crinkles as he takes them by the stem.

“I felt bad for being so late,” you grimace. “Didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

“What flower shop is even open this time of night?”

“Zippy’s,” you answer curtly, gaze ducking down to your shoes a moment later.

“You went to a gas station all the way across town to get me flowers?”

You nod.

“No wonder you were late,” he scoffs. 

He saunters past you, then spins so he’s walking backward and facing you. His wild hair sways around his face. He clutches the bouquet to his chest. “Here I thought you off seeing some other schmuck.”

You roll your eyes, knowing no other schmuck has ever given you the time of day like Eddie has.

“I was late because of work,” you correct. Before you know it, you’re rambling. “I wasn’t on schedule for closing, but my asshole manager wouldn’t let me clock out. And I couldn’t call you because I don’t have your number, and I couldn’t find The Hideout in the yellow pages because it’s so old and—”

“Hey. It’s okay,” Eddie assures, practically cooing. It’s the softest he’s ever been with you, and he looks at you just the same — chocolate eyes melting as they twinkle at you. You’re left grieving his gaze when he turns to set the flowers on the counter. 

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” 

Through burning cheeks, you tease. “I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna get soft on me.”

“Oh? You thought that meant I cared that you came?” he scoffs, obviously joking. 

He squints down at you when you appear at his side — turns and presses his hip into the counter, and props his elbow along the top of it. “I’m just happy I got you outta the house. You’re like a damn hermit, you never do anything fun.”

Your face scrunches in discontent. “I have fun!” you correct.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie retorts, nudging your shoulder as he walks past you again — this time heading toward the kitchen. “Sit down. I’ll make you something to eat.”

You’re grateful when he walks to the back without looking over his shoulder at you, lest he become a witness to the beam on your lips that’s far too bright to hide.

Eddie Munson is totally soft on you. 

It’s a good thing, too. Because you’re all but melting for him now.

You sit at the bar with a sweaty beer in your hand. “It’s obviously cheap, but it goes down sweet enough,” Eddie warned when he’d handed it to you. You sip from it, leaning back in your chair with your feet thrown on the one beside you — totally unable to take your eyes off the boy.

You watch through the partition behind the counter as Eddie makes a haphazard effort of basketing leftover chicken tenders and fries. He sets them beneath an orange lamp to warm again.

“A rockstar, busboy, and chef, huh?” you lilt, hiding your smile behind the beer you bring to your lips. “What else can you do?”

“When there’s a pretty girl in front of me?” he retorts as he swipes the crumbs from his palms. He looks at you with a smug grin and shrugs. “Just about anything, I’d guess.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Flirt with me. It’s gross. We don’t do that.”

Eddie laughs to himself, honey eyes squinting. “I’ve been flirting with you for about a year and a half now, sweetheart, but… Thanks for finally noticing.”

He carries the ruby red baskets in both hands when he comes out to sit next to you. You slide your legs off the stool for him — an invitation to be close to you without either of you having to ask.

“Am I gonna get food poisoning from this?” you joke, holding the greasy chicken strip between your fingers.

“The cook made them today,” he scoffs, already tossing a fry into his mouth. He talks as he chews. “Besides, we’d be getting sick together. What’s more romantic than that?”

God, you even think he’s cute when he talks with his mouth full. You’re so far gone for him, it’s not even funny.

Eddie smiles when you take a bite. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, your empty stomach thanking you. 

“Good, huh?”

“Amazing,” you correct.

“Gross bars make the best food, I swear.”

You laugh softly together. Def Leppard croons from the speakers overhead. You wonder if Eddie knew this was your favorite band or if your favorite song is only playing by chance. You’re warmed either way.

“How was, uh… How was the show?” you ask him, as curious as you are desperate to fill the silence.

Eddie wipes his palms on his jeans and nods. “It was okay. Same as usual — the crowd was drunk enough to enjoy anything we did.”

“I’m sure it was great,” you retort at his self-deprecating tone, picking shyly at the fries rather than meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry I missed it.”

He figures he doesn’t need to tell you about his bleeding heart that was close to breaking a couple of hours ago. You put a bandage over it the second you showed up at The Hideout — with flowers, no less. He’s just glad that you came at all. He meant it when he said that none of the rest matters.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie shrugs through the food in his cheek. “There’s always next time.”

You grin and knock the leg of his chair with your foot. “Already asking me out on a second date, huh?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it,” he jokes through glowing cheeks. He tilts his head towards his shoulder. “But I’m not paying for your ticket next time, princess.”

Your smile widens. You prop your cheek on your knuckles, unabashedly gazing over at him. “That’s okay. I’ll be in the front row either way.”

“Promise?” Eddie’s lilt edges on teasing and sincerity. He momentarily abandons his own food as he mirrors your positioning, not realizing he’s leaning closer to you until he’s already doing it.

“Promise,” you nod with a smile so bright he thinks it could rival the sun.

He continues to shorten the distance between you — coming closer closer closer. You watch him, amused, and with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

You want him to kiss you. No, fuck that, you need him to kiss you. But more than anything, you need him to do it first — a cheeky little something to over his head when you’re kissing him later.

And you don’t mean to laugh, but the thought makes a giggle spill from your lips before you can stop it.

The bubbly sound knocks Eddie from his stupor. 

The tip of his nose just barely brushes your own. His glazed-over eyes fly open. He remains still, his breath fanning over your cupid’s bow, as he blinks owlishly at you. The pretty pink mouth he was about to kiss you with falls softly agape. 

His head jerks backward a second later, almost in disgust. 

“Shit. Sorry,” he curses. His body shifts away from yours completely as he turns his attention to his half-eaten basket of fries. “That was— That wasn’t cool of me.”

Still smiling, you reach a hand out for his leather-clad forearm. You caress him soothingly there in reassurance. “No. It’s okay—”

“No, that was really fucking weird,” he says, forcing out a laugh.

“Right?” you scoff. “Why would Eddie Munson, the chef-busboy-rockstar, wanna kiss a girl like me?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, tilting his wild head to his shoulder to look at you. 

He finds you with a gleam in your eye, one that’s not usually there because, most times, he’s too busy making fun of you.  A smile hints at the corners of your mouth, barely there and beautiful. It’s a bit smug — twinkling with the satisfaction of finally having the upper hand.

Eddie figures it might pay off to be soft with you sometimes. He never wants you to stop looking at him like this.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he confesses quietly.

Your smile widens. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, eyes flitting away from yours.

“Don’t be,” you promise. Your nose scrunches softly. “…Wanna give it another go?”

His gaze snaps back up to yours. He has to fight the urge to tease you, lest he ruin the moment he’s been thinking about for months. He’ll be damned if he lets the opportunity slip away from him now.

“Sure you’re not gonna laugh at me this time?” he lilts, looking at you from halfway beneath his lashes.

“I’m not gonna laugh at you,” you promise, though a grin’s already threatening to pull at your mouth.

“Promise?”

“Well, I can show you better than I can tell you.”

You let Eddie lean in first. He exhales a heavy breath from his nose that fans against your skin when your lips collide. The rosy plush of them lock with yours like they were made to do it. His palms rise to your jaw, keeping you tucked neatly against him when the moment threatens to pull you away. 

Your hands migrate to the lapel of his leather jacket. You tug him further to you — a promise that you’re not going anywhere.

You don’t laugh into his kiss this time.

You smile.

[chilschuck]

omg… thinking abt chil reconnecting w his ex wife and becoming platonic besties. imagine they talk about it finding love again (chil’s ex has a new gf)… chil realises he’s caught feelings for reader… his ex teasing him about it…

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ OMG ANON THIS HAD ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET, WAHHHH. SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!!! it’s currently 2 am but i had to get this out for you since you’ve been waiting a while!!! it was so much fun!! <33

— ALL BECAUSE OF YOU.

꒰ info: ꒱ chilchuck x gn!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw!! some cussing ofc lol

꒰ wc: ꒱ 586

✦ tumblr deleted this before i could post it twice so let’s pray it posts this time, LOL. short but sweet, i hope you enjoy!!! <333

“So… Who are they?”

That simple question was enough to make him choke on his drink. Was he that easy to read? Catching his breath, the half-foot immediately sputtered.

“What are you talking about?” Yet, the knowing look on her face said it all. Even if they had been separated for this long, she could still figure out just what he was hiding. So much for trying to keep some things personal…

“You have this expression, this content smile I haven’t seen in years, Chilchuck. Someone’s making you happy.” Her tone was not condescending in the slightest, rather content with this new revelation. Her words caused his cheeks to flush, more than the ale in his cup could.

And she was right. He was coming to terms with his feelings; and even the thought of you was enough to make him whole again. The fact it was so obvious was rather embarrassing, and he could feel the tips of his ears burn.

“Yeah, yeah… I guess you figured it out before I got a chance to tell you.”

They were nothing like they used to be, having settled on staying close through friendship. Although this maybe would’ve been hard to do in the past, Chilchuck felt more peaceful than he thinks he has in years. There was something about you that lit fire to his senses in ways he had long forgotten, and he found himself seeking you out more than he’d like to admit.

“I’ve told you plenty about my new girlfriend, now it’s your turn to spill. What are they like? It’s a sight to see you this happy.”

It was something only someone who really knew him could see; the change in his demeanor, the light in his eyes, the smile that threatened to spill from the corners of his lips. And it was all because of you.

“You’re going to laugh when I tell you how I met them,” he began, licking the ale from his lips in thought. “Laios’ party. I really ended up eating my own words about inner party romance, huh?” The last sentence came out in a grumble, one that caused her to laugh.

“Wow, they made you go against your own rules? Must be a keeper.”

And you were. Warm, but not enough to burn. Bright, but not blindingly so. Sweet, but not sickening. Chilchuck found himself feeling like a teenager again when it came to you. He bit his tongue.

“So you’re going to confess to them, right?” She teased, prodding his shoulder. “Look at you, blushing like a schoolboy. Must be serious.”

He opened his mouth to retort, before closing it again. The words died before he could speak, the full gravity of his feelings for you hitting him like a freight train. Burying his head in his arms, he groaned. “Shit…”

Chilchuck was doomed. Yet even as his head spiraled from a mixture of the alcohol and his new found love, it always went back to you. You, and your smiles, and your laugh, and your touch. There weren’t enough curse words he could possibly growl out in this moment to make himself feel better.

His ex wife laughed again, patting him on the back and stirring him from his thoughts. “Jeez, you really are a schoolboy. Maybe you should give them a love letter while you’re at it. Might be smart, actually.”

That’s how the rest of their time together went; two close friends musing about the ability to find love again. All because of you.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[dumbseee]

moving on.

f1 au: in which y/n breaks up with her longtime boyfriend who also happens to be a footballer. she finds comfort in her brother’s best friend: lando norris.

lando norris x sainz!singer!reader

fc: cindy kimberly.

note: english isn’t my first language!

liked by sainzz55, fairyyn, jaimeebellfort and 1 008 others.

footwags: y/n sainz and dele ali have broke up after two years. the footballer apparently cheated on the singer.

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fan1: noooo i loved them together

fan2: ooop carlos isn’t going to be happy with that

fan3: he fumbled so hard

fan4: cheating on THEE y/n sainz??

fan5: the break up album is going to be FIIIIRE

fan6: what a dick

fan7: he didn’t know how to handle a baddie like her that’s why

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris, francisca.cgomes and 6 799 098 others.

y/nsainz: ‘exile’ is out now on every platform 🕊

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fan1: y/n we love you!

fan2: ‘you ripped my heart out to play soccer with it.’ :(

carlossainz55: i love you corazón, you’re so strong

liked by y/n.

landonorris: the strongest woman i know ❤️

liked by y/n.

lilymhe: your voice never fails to make me cry y/n.

liked by y/n.

fan4: these lyrics are so heartbreaking srs

fan5: so he cheated on her and made fun of her in his friends groupchat? wtf is wrong with that dude

liked by carlossainz55, y/nsainz, maxfewtrell and 356 997 others.

lando.jpg: y/n through my camera because i miss her.

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y/nsainz: missing you too pretty boy <3

fan1: lando trying to cheer her up :(

fan2: that’s so cute omg

fan3: brother’s best friend trope coming to life or…?

carlossainz55: how come you capture my sister in such a beautiful way and my pictures all look like shit?

landonorris: @.carlossainz55 y/n is a natural and you’re not.

fan4: i love them

fan5: missing the besties

landonorris just posted a story!

tagged: @.y/nsainz.

lando norris just posted a story!

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55, gigihadid and 3 789 997 others.

y/nsainz: needed that xx

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landonorris: when did you took the first one? i don’t remember seeing you around wtf

y/nsainz: @.landonorris you’re always behind the camera and you looked pretty

fan1: okay i ship that

fan2: cuties omg

fan3: lando taking her on vacation 🥹

carlossainz55: why wasn’t i invited?

danielricciardo: @.carlossainz55 you wanted to be the third wheel?

landonorris:@.danielricciardo DANIEL

y/nsainz: @.danielricciardo JOSEPH GET OFF MY COMMENT SECTION

fan4: not daniel exposing the lovebirds

fan5: awww

fan6: we need more pictures of these two

fan7: i missed their friendship so much

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo, maxfewtrell and 3 799 008 others.

y/nsainz: he always take pictures of everyone and everything but hardly has any pictures of himself, so here’s a compilation of all the pictures i took when pretty boy wasn’t looking <3

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fan1: ‘pretty boy’ 🥹🥹

landonorris: i prefer the word handsome but i’ll take it

fan2: he’s so pretty wtf

danielricciardo just posted a story!

tagged: @.landonorris / @.y/nsainz.

this story isn’t available.

liked by y/nsainz, carlossainz55, charles_leclerc and 4 789 678 others.

landonorris: since daniel is too old to know how to use instagram correctly, me and y/n have been outed, before anyone starts speculating we’re taking things slowly and i want her to heal her heart before loving anyone else after what she went through a few months ago. i’ll wait for you and your heart to be ready to welcome me in it. mine is ready for you, it’s always have been. to my muse, i’ll always treasure you.

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y/nsainz: i don’t know what i’d do without you, thank you for being so patient and loving with me pretty boy <3

liked by landonorris.

carlossainz55: even if i still can’t believe what my eyes witnessed these past few days, you’re the only one i actually trust to love my sister the way she deserves to be loved (but be careful muppet)

liked by landonorris.

fan1: this is TOO cute

fan2: lando being a patient boyfriend we love to see it

fan3: this is what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, seriously y/n deserves all the love

fan4: we haven’t heard from daniel since the ig story is he alive?

danielricciardo: @.fan4 they locked me in my OWN basement for a WEEK with only water and bread to stay alive call the police.

y/nsainz: @.danielricciardo you’re such a liar joseph

carlossainz55: @.danielricciardo don’t give me ideas.

[the-kr8tor]

hellooooo!!

i had to lock in for our king hobat 😌. maybe hobat or IPOB hobie comforting you after the loss of someone important to you.

kinda the idea that vampires are “scary” and then it’s just him holding you while you cry, kissing your tears away, stuff like that is just a sweet little moment to have. and obviously hobie’s imortal so it’s all a little confusing for him, but he gets there eventually.

possible spider trio appearance..? 🤨

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Omg new anon! Hello! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ❤️

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW blood, CW death, In pursuit of blood au, vampire au, vampire hunter! Reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort.

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Hobie heard the front door close from all the way inside his coffin. With a smile, he rushes in, one sock on and the other missing in action. His bat form bobs and weaves through the house, dodging furniture and vases. His pajama pants that have loose elastics from wearing it too much almost fall down as he reaches the foyer.

“Darling!”

The smile on his smile fades when he sees you covered in crimson and smelling of dried iron. It's not yours, he knows it isn't just by the smell, but that doesn't mean he's not worried.

“What happened?” He asks, red eyes glancing at the smattering of drying blood on your cheek.

You struggle to find your words, voice left in the same place where you screamed in terror and grief. You sniff, sleeve wiping at your shell shocked expression, accidentally spreading blood all over your chin and nose.

“S–Shit, I think I need a shower.” You walk past him, not meeting his eyes. Your footsteps are heavy, laden with fatigue and sorrow.

Hobie doesn't think twice in grabbing your arm, gentle yet firm. “Are you hurt?” He asks, ducking his eyes to meet with your downturned ones.

You shake your head, “don't think so, Hobie.” Your eyes gravitate to his hand, lithe fingers wrapped around your elbow, veins popped up as he reins in his own emotion of seeing you like this.

“Love, do you want to talk about it?”

“I don't think so.” You repeat your own words, as if saying something else would have you crumble down to your feet. Taking your arm away, his fingers brush along your blood soaked sleeve as he lets you go.

Hobie follows behind you, silent and giving you space with a concerned pair of eyes. He stares at your stiff shoulders, where your back is the only pristine place that he hasn't seen a drop of blood on you. His mind whirs with every step, worried about you. Sharp nails dig into his palms as he hears your shuddered breath, not a pained one, no, but a quiet sob.

You enter your room, all filled with your hunter family memorabilia. Wooden stakes, silver daggers and dried herbs tacked on the ceiling.

You pause by the doorway, shoulders moving up and down, an indication that you're still breathing. “Where are the others?” You ask, still turned away from him as you subconsciously pick at the blood underneath your nails.

“They went to the shops, said somethin’ ‘bout buyin’ snacks.” Hobie matches your tone, brow furrowed, knowing that the reason you asked about their whereabouts is because of your own anxieties. “Can I help you— please let me help you, darling.”

“What would you know about this?” You chuckle but with none of the humour he's used to.

“You'll be surprised at how much ‘m familiar with it.” Filled with trepidation, he reaches for your hand, fingers grazing along your own, waiting for you to reciprocate.

“He's dead.” You say, not flinching away nor leaning against his touch. “Just like that.” Your tone is small, not what he's used to. And none of your confidence and bravado.

“Who is?” With one step closer, he can sense your restrained sobs through his chest.

“A cousin. A hunter like me.” You inhale, hot tears streaming down your face that you refuse to let Hobie see.

“‘m sorry.” He tries to hold you fully but you move away and quickly enter the bathroom with a slam of the door. A frown is etched on his face, he should leave you alone, let you be. But he has done that before, not to you, but a thousand years of love and loss— he won't make that decision ever again. Especially to you.

With a deep exhale, he enters your room, and knocks at the bathroom door. With Hobie's strength, he could always rip the door from its hinges or kick it open. But instead, he sits down in front of it, legs crossed on the shaggy carpet, and eyes staring and unblinking at the barrier.

After ten minutes of your muffled sobs that you tried to hide with the running faucet, you close the water and inhale deeply.

“Why are you s–still out there, Hobie?” You ask through the door.

“Do you want me to go?” He asks, voice just as gentle as before.

The door flings open, revealing your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “No, I don't want you to go.” You run towards him as he receives you with open arms.

Hobie cradles you in his arms as he maneuvers you towards his lap. You hide your face on the crook of his neck as your fists bunch around his shirt. His hand is shielding the back of your head whilst his lips rests upon your temple, whispering reassurances.

“I couldn't save h–him.” Your sobs wrack your whole body, prompting Hobie to hold onto you tighter, blanketing around you. “He was just a boy, younger than Pav and they let him hunt without any help.” You cry against his skin, broken words reverberating through his whole being. “Why would they do that, Hobie?”

“I don't know, love, I don't know.” His heart cries for you, fingers gripping into the back of your shirt as he cradles you.

He could tell you that your hunter family have always been like that, pricks. Hell, that's how he met you, on your first hunt, scared shitless in front of a banshee. But shit talking your own flesh and blood wouldn't bring back the dead nor will it help you. Instead, he keeps telling you that it's not your fault, that you did everything you could have possibly done.

“He called me, I was too late.” You place your head on top of his shoulder, eyes staring at the thousand year old pin prick scars on his neck. “I held him when he was just a baby.” Leaning away to look at him, you gasp at the bloodied tears rolling down his cheek. “Why are you crying? You didn't know him…” you gently wipe his tears with your thumb. “... he's human, and you're— you.”

“My heart might not beat anymore, but it still feels.” Hobie grasps at your hand, laying it atop his jaw and leaning against your touch. “Dying doesn't mean I lost my humanity, love.”

You put on a brave face, eyes brimming with unshed tears and lips wobbling. “I'm glad you're not like them. You're more human than they could ever be.”

Hobie softly smiles, moving down to place a heavy kiss on the corner of your eyes and down to your wet cheeks. “You're too good for them, promise me somethin',” you gaze at him with the same tenderness. “Don't turn up like them, yeah?”

You nod, reaching around the back of his head to push him further down towards you and letting his head rest on the space on your neck.

“I promise.”

[multifariousqueer]

omg omg omg can you write smth ab e!42 miles being with a girl who’s super affectionate and girly. he’s like okokok and she’s like lalalala you know?? and one day they get into an argument and it looks like she’s gonna leave but he handles it?

tyilykisses🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ofc Love!!!!

A/n: AHHHH keep requesting and lmk what else I should do

Warnings: Miles being a nonchalant ngga, fluff, angst, possessiveness

You lived a pretty good life. Your parent(s) were active in your life, you had a wonderful boyfriend that would burn the universe to the ground for you, and you got whatever you wanted. Miles kept his job pretty under wraps so you didn’t know what he did, all you knew was that he was buying the newest miu miu jacket and he funded your bath and body works addiction. Everyone knew you loved Miles but they questioned whether or not he actually loved you.

It was no secret that Miles wasn’t as affectionate as you; everyone around you noticed it, your parent(s), your friends and even other family members mentioned it to you:

“You could do so much better, y/n"

“I mean, it seems like he doesn’t even want to date you fr” your cousin remarked

“Yeah are you holding him against his will?” Your aunt chimed in

“I am not!!! He’s just like that” you defended

You were very open with your affection; kissing, hugging and cuddling him a lot. Miles on the other hand, showed his love differently by buying you stuff and spending time with you. He was often very cold and closed off towards other people and they assumed it was that way for you but it wasn’t. Miles was affectionate but he didn’t show it at all for fear of people using you as a weapon against him.

When you got to your room, you felt yourself tear up. I mean sure, miles was nonchalant but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you. Plus Miles would tell you if he didn’t want you, right?

You couldn’t stand with the idea that Miles was doing this out of pity and not out genuine love for you so you texted Miles:

You: Hey can we talk?

seen

this didn’t help the aching in your chest so you tried to fall asleep and forget about it but it haunted your dreams that night. Usually, your dreams are pretty calm but in this one, you were running from Miles and when he caught up to you, he said:

“I DON'T LOVE YOU, Y/N. WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT??? I wish it could’ve been different” Miles pulled out what looked like a claw but before anything could happen, you woke yourself up.

You woke up in a cold sweat and saw a message from Miles:

3:02 AM

Miles: what’s up, Mami?

4:45 AM

You: Do you love me?

seen

Miles: What?

Miles: What happened?

You: You didn’t answer my question

Miles: yeah, why?

You: You don’t have to lie to me, yk?

Miles: Let’s talk about this tomorrow.

Miles: Did You’re family say some shit again?

You: yeah...

seen

The next day came and you met Miles after school:

“So what’d they say?” Miles questioned

“They said I’m forcing you into a relationship” you admitted, feeling defeated

“Oh give me a break, y/n. Fuck them and their opinions, they don’t know us” Miles said, rolling his eyes

“Miles, they’re my family. And honestly I can see why they believe that” you spoke up

Miles took a deep breath:

“Why? Because I’m not jumping you 24/7? That’s not who I am and you knew that when you decided to date me. As for the family thing, they just jealous of what we have.” Miles said, stoically

“It wouldn’t kill you to show me a bit of affection, Miles” you replied quickly

“no. But it could kill you” he muttered

“excuse me???” you said

“Just know that I do love you, Y/n. I’m sorry that you don’t feel the same” Miles said

“And why are you speaking so cryptically lately?? If you got something to say, speak.” You argued, a sudden burst of masculine energy and ferocity flowing through your veins

“Watch it, y/n. Stay in your place, it’s easier.” Miles said dangerously, he spoke a warning to you

You ran away and went to your room, rushing past your concerned parent as you heard them talk on the phone:

“Yeah, she’s still mad about Sunday hahaha” your parent laughed

“Yeah well we were just joking, you know how we do” The person on the other end spoke, you assumed it was your aunt.

“You know kids y/a/n(your aunts name), especially Y/n. She’s so soft and I don’t want her to get hurt.” Your parent said

“Well at the end of the day, she’ll be okay. And it will be a lesson to her, everyones first love is heartbreaking” your aunt said

“yeah, I guess. Well I gotta go. Love you” your parent departed

“Love you too” Your aunt said

You played crying in your pillow because of what they said and because of your argument. Soon, you heard a knock on the door:

“Oh Heyyyy Miles” your parent greeted

“Hi. Is Y/n here?” Miles asked

“Yeah she’s in her room” Your parent said, opening the door for him

“okay” Miles said, walking in and knocking on your door

“a thank you would’ve been nice’ your parent muttered under their breath. Miles full well heard this but he chose to ignore it because he would have a few choice words with your parent and none of them would be nice

You heard three knocks on your door.

“Y/n? Baby, let me in” he said

“Go away, Miles” you sniffled

“Mami, imma get in one way or another so you may as well just open the door.” Miles threatened

You opened the door with watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. Miles’ heart broke immediately.

“I’m sorry for not giving you the love you deserve. I know I’ll never be good enough for you and you deserve better than me. Your family is right but I need you to know that I am so in love with you, it scares me. When we aren’t together, my chest hurts; I can’t be without you, y/n. I love you so much and I’m sorry I treat you like shit. I can change, mi amor."

“Oh Miles” You hugged him as tight as you could

“I love you"

“I love you too, Mami"

[velunas]

Hitting you with some fluff. Steve proposing after everything that happens in season 4 (let's pretend that it didn't end on a cliffhanger and everyone lived and is ok)

WAIIIIT this is so fucking cute omg okkk i got u friend

steve's large hands caressed your waist as the two of you lay face to face on his bed. the open window by his door casts a purple-ish hue on the two of you, a delicate reminder of the dusk surrendering to the dawn. silence wrapped around you both, serene and comforting, until steve broke it with a hesitant voice.

"so, i've been thinking..."

"uh oh, that's never good," you teased, but he silenced you with a gentle smile.

"hey, i'm serious. i've been thinking about us." His words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning, and you nodded, silently encouraging him to continue.

"so much has happened in the past few years," he began again, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "we've been through so much together, and we're still so young, but... i've been thinking about this for so long. fighting interdimensional monsters for the past three years has really aged me, and we could have died at literally any time and i—"

you placed a gentle hand on his chest, urging him to pause and collect his thoughts. "breathe, baby," you whispered, your voice like a soothing balm to his brain.

he nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing, "you can totally say no if you want to, but... i think i'll explode if i don't ask you this now."

steve sat up, reaching into the side table by his bed. his hands trembled slightly as he rifled through its contents, before finally pulling out a small velvet box. gasping, you sat up with him, excitement burning through your veins.

"steve..."

he took your hand into his own, his touch a wordless comfort. "i know this isn't how you’re supposed to do it, and i promise i'll take you out for a nice dinner and do this the right way, but... i don’t think i can wait any longer."

with shaking fingers, he releases your hand and opens the box, revealing a beautiful ring with a gold band and a small, round diamond sitting in the middle. his hand shook as he looked at you, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"marry me?"

speechless, you feel your heart race, feelings swirling inside you like a hurricane. "are you sure?" you blurted out, your voice so quiet you’re unsure if steve can even hear you, but he does. 

"i've never been more sure of anything in my entire life, baby," he promised, his eyes meeting yours with a wordless reassurance of his love. 

a toothy smile found its home on your face as you nodded eagerly, the words spilling out of you like a waterfall, "holy shit, of course i will."

hearing your response, steve pulled you into a tight embrace, his love warming you like a blanket. he quickly pulled away, reaching for the ring and sliding it onto your finger with shaking hands.

cupping your face, steve pulled you into a soft kiss, his lips conveying all the adoration he felt for you. as he pulled away, he brought your left hand to his face, his eyes sparkling.

"dustin is gonna kill me," he chuckled, "i promised him i'd let him hide wherever we went when i proposed so he could watch."

[seb-reads31]

Hello! Can i request a oneshot of angel dust x touch starved !male reader? More specifically they get together after angel notices that wow this guy is like the first dude in hell that hasn't been trying to seduce me or use my body and is simply interested to get to know me, later when they get to the kissing part reader almost fucks it all up due to him internally panicking extremely hard since he's never thought that someone would ever want to kiss him

Thanks!

Cautions - the dialog is gonna suck, maybe, we'll see lmao, sexual themes I mean come on it's Angel dust 😭, Valentino, THIS IS A MALE READER FIC, SPOILERS FOR SEASON 1, cursing (it's hell), my shit dialog like usual 🤧 (someone give me tips I'm begging you),

Genre - fluff

Type - oneshot (?) I'm gonna be so honest I have no idea how this is gonna come out but I'll do my best 🙏

Comments- omg, dude, angel is my favorite so thank you 🤧🤧 I'm already in love with this ask lol. This is totally inspired by the song from Cinderella I have no shame. I also need to add to my rules lmao. Not because of you, you're doing great, drink some delicious water, eat some good food 😋 (that goes for everyone) but because I don't want anyone asking for specified readers for characters that don't swing that way canonically. It just hit me, and I need to add that lmao

So this is love~

Angel dust always had this facade about him, of his porn star persona. Everyone knows this, and only recently he's gotten out of it. After the war, after Husk breaking him out of his shell, he learned to be less of Angel dust, and more of Anthony.

Obviously, it took more than a few months, but he was feeling like himself, despite having to work for Valentino still. And, you've been helping him, whether you know it or not. Ever since you joined the project to become redeemed before the war, you both had become good friends.

And more recently, boyfriends..

Which shocked everyone to the core. Mostly Angel, to be honest. When he first started talking to you, he had done so with his facade. Using all sorts of innuendos, sneakily asking if you wanted to "get together for a little patty cake" in his room, and general flirting, much like he does did with Husk.

You always got too flustered to respond, but always knew to say no. But, you did try to move past his flirting and ask about him. Not his pornstar persona Angel Dust, no no no, you were asking about Anthony.

And you came to learn that Anthony was the sweetest man ever. While he was still a flirt, he enjoyed baking, romcoms, popsicles (grape flavored specifically), and making pasta! (Don't cancel me I beg of you 🙏)

And you got to know, AND fall in love with these different parts of him. Which includes the parts of him that enjoy non-sexual physical affection. The classic hand holding, hugs, kisses on the cheek or forehead, bunny kisses for sure, which is sending your touch starved ass into overdrive.

He enjoys how flushed your face looks after he gives you a forehead kiss anytime he sees you, or when he randomly grabs your hand to kiss it, looks you dead in the eyes and winks, then goes back to scrolling through his phone as if nothing happened.

However, you have never kissed someone on the lips before. Or had any sort of relationship with this much physical affection that you didn't know you needed, making you crave for more. Specifically, real kisses from Angel.

And you knew Angel would be more than happy to kiss you, but you wanted it to be special, so very special.

But.. Valentino called for Angel. He was having a bad day and needed a "pick me up."

And it just happened to be the exact same day you were going to ask Angel on the date, to ask him to kiss you.

You went looking for your gorgeous spider, finding him on the couch scrolling through his phone like usual. You knew that this was your opportunity to ask him, and off you went!

"Hey Angie, whatcha doing?" You hung on the back of the couch, smiling down at your boyfriend. "Not much, why? You want some attention?~" He teased, slightly patting his lap with one of his upper hands that were behind his head. "Kinda, I was wondering if you wanted to-" RINGGGG, his phone was going off. Angel panicked, seeing that it was his boss. He said a small apology before he jumped off of the couch and running to the corner of the room so you wouldn't hear Valentino's yelling.. as much. He kept nodding, muttering things you couldn't hear, but as soon as the call ended he deflated visibly.

"Shit.. sorry babes, but I gotta go, Val- he uh, needs a little help in the studio!" You knew he was lying, so you wouldn't worry, but you couldn't help it. Not to mention being upset, you had everything planned! "Nah, it's okay Angel, don't worry about it! I'll just.. tell you later."

He nodded then gave you a kiss on the cheek, hurrying out of the hotel to the studio he worked at.

It was the next day when Angel finally got back, hair messy, clothes out of place, and his tired eyes closed as he leaned against the doors, rubbing his face with his upper set of hands, and his lower set wrapped around his waist.

You were coming down from some breakfast, still in your pajamas when you say Angel again. "Angie?" He jumped, having not expected anyone to be up yet as it was Saturday, and Charlie let everyone have a free day from activities these days.

"O-oh! Hey babes, what're you doin up so early? Don't ya normally sleep in on Saturdays?" He was fidgety, nervous. This is how he usually acted after going to the studio, not to mention how much he avoided talking about it. "Yeah, I guess. I just couldn't sleep so I gave up and came down here. Did you want some food? I'm feeling like some bacon and eggs, or maybe biscuits and gravy." He was.. surprised by your nonchalant demeanor. He smiled though, grabbing your hand and kissing it softer than ever before. "Whatever you make sweet cheeks, I'll eat."

Your cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly, but you didn't feel nervous or overly flustered. Instead, you felt confident. So confident that you took the hand Angel wasn't holding and placed it on his round and soft cheek. He was also surprised, but leaned into your hand, whether or not he knew what you were thinking is a mystery. At least, it was until he started leaning down, eyes fluttering shut as he left just enough space between your lips and his to feel them ghost over the others.

You admired him a second longer, then closed your eyes, closing the distance between the two of you.

The kiss was short but sweet, you pulling away first, looking up at Angel with sweet doe eyes. Your first ever kiss was.. amazing, just like when you dreamed of it as a kid.

Angel gave you a dopey smile, then gave you a quick kiss on the nose, pulling away and tugging you towards the kitchen again. "Let's make some food, I'm starving ova' here!"

[jazeswhbhaven]

The Encounter of Two Flames | React | Spoilers

HOW WE DOIN' LOVELIES? We've got ourselves a Gehenna eventtttt<3 Why not have one during the anniversary of WHB launching? Satan was our first and he's here to tell us his story.

I for one feel like it's nice getting know "young" Satan and seeing this new sprite of his.

I waited for compile the first four days together because making a post for each damn day was becoming tedious lol. Sure it's good for spreading out screenshots but my adhd is k i l l i n g me.

Let's get started tho yeah?

"As they always do"....

Like good fucking lord Gehenna is always being attacked. I've said this once and I'll say it again like the angels really have fucking beef with Satan it seems. They barely touch the other parts of Hell.

Cameo from the bae, thank you for letting us know your thoughts boo. ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘) ♡´

So anyways Gehenna is under fire for a different reason today, it is none other than Sitri that's burning up the entire place and even his sprite is just nothing but blue fire.

In science class ya'll, we remember that blue flames are actually hotter than the orange ones. So I can imagine it's a good thing that Solomon or MC weren't here cause yeah they would of been instantly vaporized.

But all the devils are trying to put the fire out, can't cause water ofc won't help here.

I imagine Sitri's fire is more of a energy/essence sourced fire though so ofc it can't be extinguished by "normal" methods.

AND THEN HERE COMES THE BOO BEAR.

Young Satan is peak I swear. He's spunky, full of life, catty, I feel he's easily annoyed more, and just got that "it" factor. Not to say the older him is drained and used up, but definitely more mature.

So he goes to his demonic monster form, which as far as we've seen he's the only one that has a form like that. I'd like to assume the others do too but don't have to use it as often or at all.

cough we should have a h-scene with monster demon satan cough

So....why did Sitri burn up Gehenna??

Well it turns out that Sitri wasn't necessarily doing this on purpose.

Normally, our blue haired mr perfect shoes has everything together. Here he doesn't. Phew....Sitri I know something ain't right when your room is as messy as Paimon's (canon stuff that Paimon doesn't keep his room clean lmao)

Like? even Sitri's appearance is all kinds of fucked. Dry cracked lips, fucked up hair, like our baby is not doing well ya'll.

Andddd Belialllllll the bae <3 comes to visit. Jjyu and his loud mouthed self..

What kills me is that Sitri literally was like "I didn't hear you."

WHAT?

And then we find out through Belial writing it down because he didn't want Jjyu making shit worse (good call) that it wasn't Sitri's fault that the recent battle went all wrong and a lot of devils were killed in the process.

Sitri feels responsible for their deaths and is spiraling right now overthinking the past and thinking how it could have been better.

I feel sorry for him, because there was a time in my life where I would do the same and basically be so deep in my regret and guilt I neglected my health, my surroundings, my friendships...pretty much everything. It wasn't a good time so I know what Sitri is going through.

We even hear him mention that Zagan was badly injured (Astaroth too)

Jjyu shut the hell up omg lmaooooo

(him in response to Sitri explaining that Zagan could barely speak he was hurt so badly) Belial glares at him for that btw lmao

Satan also got injured it seems so it sounds like this battle went really bad.

Sitri even asks to be alone, and well Belial gets it and leaves promptly. I really like seeing Belial be more interactive this go around because we barely get that from the Gehenna devils in the main story and the last event in Gehenna was mostly just Minhyeok and Ppyong.

This gives me an insight as to how Belial is in personality, and really aside from Jjyu, he's really just chill and seems very pleasant to be around in general. I wish we could see what his eyes look like. It would change me forever.

So we're at the meeting that happens a few days later and well Sitri is still in a sullen mood. Since Zagan and Astaroth are out of commission, Amy was invited to come.

Oh so it seems Amy is going to be popping up since we got introduced. That's pretty nifty.

And Leraye is definitely worried about Sitri, wondering if he's sleeping, eating, and his condition has gotten worse. I imagine Sitri hasn't sleep in days since the event.

Paimon tries to lighten the mood but bless his heart it doesn't work when...

Amy starts going off about Sitri ordering him and his men to go east, and well that was the wrong call this time. I see it as a simple miscalculation but in the heat of war...perhaps things like this can't just be mistakes. lives are at stake, and devils aren't being re-produced anymore. Their extinction is literally inevitable during these battles.

Even if it weren't, lives were still lost and Amy takes this personally because it was HIS men who were affected the most.

I guess this seemed like the "best" time to bring up why Amy hates Sitri so much but it's like???? "because he looks like a girl?"

I'm just going to take this as Amy just not liking how elegant Sitri is with everything and how it compares to his rough and rash behavior. I don't think he truly would care if anyone looks more feminine.

And well because Amy started some shit, Sitri took a piece of paper, spat in it and threw it at Amy. So naturally...here we are.

Now a couple things about this scene...Zagan is present...and then there's a random devil there which this a private meeting for the nobles so why????

idk....let's just keep going lol

So Amy goes on to further berate Sitri and saying that he's aware that him and his subordinates have to follow orders once they get them from the center, so if the orders were better thought out his men wouldn't of died.

Sitri tells him why doesn't he kill him then since it was as if he did it himself and Amy is all like ????

And here we see more of their banter dynamic and it's almost as if Amy literally just holds back and only fights with words. Sitri physically maims and does things to him just as we saw in the previous event.

He even broke his wrist here like damn. And came in like-

Like good lord Sitri chill

And then Sitri starts to smack the shit out of him and cuss him out some more and Paimon stops the fight because Amy is literally about to give him a concussion at this point. Paimon invited Amy because he felt it would be good to go over the battle with him there but he realizes all it did was make things worse.

Leraye goes to even try and talk with Sitri to see if he's taking care of himself and well, obviously he's not. He's still focused on the battle and his mistakes.

A few days later happens and Sitri is front and center because Amy pretty much said he isn't listening to him anymore and doing what he thinks is best.

And Sitri isn't doing so hot in battle either. He's shooting without a plan or strategy, other devils are just standing around. Yes angel's are dying but he's just...doing whatever and hasn't had proper sleep or anything.

He's such a mess Satan had to come in and kick his ass in the middle of battle and set him straight.

So it's safe to say that Satan doesn't like tasteless and useless anger. There has to be a purpose for your anger and for him to thrive on it and he just ain't diggin' it from Sitri at the moment.

Oh boy...I don't have a good feeling about that.

So we go back to the time when Gehenna was up in flames. We have Leraye snippin' and doin' his thing and Ppyong helping with bringing over bullets. They then notice Sitri on the battlefield and he seems to be killing every single angel accurately but....our boy Leraye knows best.

He tells Ppyong to STOP Sitri because this isn't a planned attack, he is literally killing everyone that gets in his range. Doesn't matter if it's angel or devil.

Sitri is literally so damn tired he can't even notice or care anymore and is just going at it.

And that's when everyone notices the flames at the same time. They are erupting from Sitri's body.

Belial even uses his hoarse voice to call out to Sitri and we know that's serious.

And sorry like I know that Sitri is in a bad place and bad spot rn but he looks so pretty here. The blue and pink contrasts are definitely a Sitri signature look.

But yeah that fire is way too hot for anyone to do anything. Even Leraye is told that he can't help. So Ppyong runs off to find Amy to help.

Leraye does attempt though, but it's no use, and Paimon had to come and save him. (they're so cute I love them)

And ya'll it was THREE damn days that fires were going and THREE days that Sitri was like that just in the middle of the square. Also...damn why did it take three days for Ppyong to go find Amy? (he explains later that the teleportation talisman just couldn't keep up with Amy)

But the Gehenna bois are all going over how they don't blame Sitri, they blame themselves for letting him hold that weight of being responsible for everything that happens. It's that weight that led to his current state and now things were worse off for everyone but they feared most for Sitri's life and well-being.

But Amy finally shows up and well his attempts to help the situation were hopeful at first...but sadly...

Amy gets stabbed in the stomach with one of the iron maiden spikes...which at this point are surrounding Sitri like vines to protect him. This raw power is actually quite impressive if it weren't ya know killing everyone around him in a blind haze.

I wonder if he was able to tap into that while training in Hades?

But...yeah I was rooting for Amy to bring him back here because you know frenemies and stuff like that (or for those who ship them only Amy can bring him back)

BUT Satan comes to the rescue!

Poor Amy, I swear he's always gettin' tossed around and shit lol

Also as many times Amy has been slashed and punctured in the stomach you would assume he'd never recover from that.

But we have something important here that I'd like to talk about for a minute that Satan reveals...

He mentions that Sitri is dealing with depression and that he must have gotten it from him. If we remember from his info card he is the embodiment of depression in Hell. He is depression. So his right hand devil that's always around him? Yeah eventually he's gonna get bit by the bug.

And I like that Satan isn't the typical representation of depression either. He always seems upbeat, active, and doing everything and anything. But as we have seen in the main story he has emotional wounds that haven't healed and he wonders if they will. He was speaking of the loss of Solomon, but I'm sure there's more to it than that which existed way before he even met him.

Now we see that Sitri is literally not taking care of himself, wallowing, self destructing, that's what most folks usually see and demonize when folks are going through IRL depression. They never seem to pay attention to the person who has it all together because why would they have depression? they're doing fine right?

n o p e.

So here we are...knowing the source. And why Satan has decided to be the one to save Sitri. And well since he can't do that as himself he has to transform to his monster form to do it.

I'd just like to bring up that he's so damn cute here. The jokester.

But it seems that Satan doesn't take his monster form often. We've seen it first when he met Solomon to test him, we see it when he fights Mammon that one time in one of the comics iirc, and we see it now.

I wonder when was the first time he ever had to use his monster form?

But either way, he carries Sitri out of the flames, and even though Sitri is still on fucking fire burning on his back Satan can handle it. Even Astaroth is concerned and comes to see if Satan is okay.

Satan starts traveling somewhere..."where memories flicker" to go put out the fire though, and everyone is following him.

Satan keeps mentioning that Sitri kept a promise to him that he wouldn't die. And I think we will get to the root of that soon.

And that's when we go to a F L A S H B A C K

ALRIGHT TIMELINE SHIT TAHNK

So...with this bit of info this is what I've gathered-

-Satan, Belphie, Mammon, and Leviathan all were already here before Lucifer was

-Gehenna was not in existence yet, but Tartaros and Hades were

-This possibly happened around the same time that Mammon was trapped (or after)

S T O P fueling my damn SHIP (and by stop I mean keep doing it.)

So apparently in a land assuming early Gehenna there were rumors of a beautiful beast, and Satan was like "oh levi??? :D" but clearly not him lol

I just think it's funny that his first thought was Leviathan. (he'd be like yeah think of me first you idiot)

AND WE SEE EARLY RED LUMPLINGSSSSSSSSSSS

the babiessssssssssss

They must have been before Ppyong because I don't see him here. So hopefully we get to see when Ppyong arrived!!

So what Satan is doing right now is traveling with these three going to find what this beast is and if he can find his right hand devil in order to help him build his kingdom.

Coming of age story it seems...lol

Now this background made me be like oh....it's a pond literally full of rank ass blood.

Now i'm gonna gross ya'll out, but every time I see things like this I think of how period blood smells when it's been sitting on a pad for too long or in the trashcan with other bloody pads and it just smells really bad like tissue and blood because that's what it is....

But yeah I scrunched my nose because I'm like Hell is not the place for me and my nose I'd literally wish for sense of smell to vanish.

one of the red lumps throws up and well I don't blame him...lol

nice to know that he says that to basically everyone and everything even in his past lol

BUT it seems tomorrow we're going to see who it is he's calling out to, my guess is it's probably Sitri because well...the story IS about them meeting after all.

There we have it ya'll, day one through four! I think for the rest of the days I'm just going to do two days at a time for each post I make instead of waiting four days because phew this was lot of catching up and writing lol

I'm realllyyyy feelin' Satan's look here btw. I've mentioned that already but Imma do it again lol

But overall so far I think I'm learning a lot about Sitri in a way I'd like to know more about Bael or Foras tbh since they are the right hand devils. I know we had a Niflheim event that showed Beleth, but I want to know what it is he did to fall to Hell and what that scar around his neck is about. And for those who didn't get Beel's bathcard we do get some of Bael's lore in there but only a crumb.

But alas...possibly may or may not get this but we'll see...

ANYWAYS thanks for reading and see ya'll on the next react ^^

[lowkeyrobin]

I'm sorry for spamming you I'm just really excited--

Reader who also streams and just rants a lot while they play Stardew Valley?

Like mid milking a cow or something they pause the game and rant about how to kiss someone or smth?...

-🌕 anon! <3

AH OMG DONT WORRY ABOUT SPAMMING I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶🫶🫶 but I absolutely love this LMAO I made this into a preference setup instead of a oneshot bc I didn't know exactly who you wanted and I was having difficulty finding a way to stretch it out that long anyways. idk much about stardew valley so bare with me, I rewatched Tommy's video of him playing w Molly to help me 💀💀

MCYT ; stardew valley rants

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, freddie badlinu, niki nihachu, foolish gamers & quackity

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you'll just be doing some tasks and be like "you know, I've never kissed anyone before. like, how does that work?"

meanwhile Tommy came over a little bit ago to hang out after stream and he just looks at you like 🤨😨

"youve never kissed anyone?? wait... we haven't kissed before? y/n/n, what?"

you shake your head no, confirming that you guys actually never kissed somehow, your relationship was kinda new in both of your defenses.

"we've only been dating like, 2 months, it's fine"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO BE A KISSING VIRGIN FOREVER????"

literally have your first kiss on stream bro

THE EDITS 🫶🙏 I CANT EVEN

the cutest shit ever

RANBOO

you literally paused the whole game mid-farming to rant about some restaurant you and ranboo went to the past day

chat was exploding with "oooo they went on a date" and you were just like "guys it was good food, 10/10"

they get you to join a call with them and you guys talk about it together and your whole experience and how awesome the food was

not to mention the aesthetic of the restaurant was so well put together

you got back to your stream with a little story for your viewers

BADLINU

you started ranting about a movie/show you're fixated on at the moment

went through all the lore, all the characters, background info, etc

Freddie was watching and using tts to talk to you

he encouraged it dw

like he was holding a convo w you and everything it was the cutest shit ever

the edits.

also people clipped the whole like half hour long thing and posted it to YouTube like "y/u/n and badlinu talk about ___!"

you don't even remember it within a week but HE DOES

just one of those cute relationship moments he loves to think about

QUACKITY

you were playing stardew while he was playing gta and you were on a vc together

so obv it kinda sounded crazy 💀💀

"y/n I'm gonna drive my Honda Accord over there and kill all your cows!"

"I swear to God, quackity, don't even dare"

not really ranting but you were yelling threats at him and shit LMAO

NIHACHU

you guys were playing together 🫶

you were teaching her how to do everything and stuff

you eventually went on a tangent about things you do and don't like about the game

she was agreeing to your solid points and stuff

that turns into a rant about hair color and if she can color your hair for you LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

"Dude, how do people do that van life shit? I'd die doing that"

straight up hour and a half rant about how much you hate van life tik tokkers while playing stardew valley

he's in your chat like "Yes 100 percent" and adding onto your points LMAO

you both share a hate for van life mfs

[uhohbestie]

omahgod haaaiiii! happy three pronged fork day!

it is I, the live slug reaction microsoft paint doodles guy, here with the long promised part two, and lord mercy its been like a month,,, i've spent the past week and a half adding just-one-more-last-bit-this-time-its-the-last-one-for-sure-definitely and thinking of a new one at work the very next day,, BUT i am out of the dungeon now so here you have it!!

here's to me spending solid two months of my life pacing to and fro at work compiling mental essays and Making Up Scenarios tm with your characters and generally rotating them,,,, twas an experience for certain and i thank you for every point of psychic damage i was dealt <3

i tried every know-how i could think of to improve the resolution situation, and ended up just cutting it into pieces so im sorry if its a bit confusing to read (it's hectic but it works so i can't complain)

big picture for to know where things are

tip: you do gotta read the big picture left side (they are vaguely divided by the grey lines) top to bottom and then the right side for it to be chronological (more or less)

and the small bits for better resolution

i already wrote most of the things i had to say in the picture itself, so all i'll say is my soul yearns for pearl and lizzie (and Tilly) adventures extravaganza spinoff ): i have somehow so far convinced myself while reading that we would for sure get to see them within the fic that i had to doublecheck that i didn't miss a chapter on accident,,, oopsie

ps. this is where i would put my essay on how you've managed not only to show a character going through the 'ol stages of grief (scar when grian got bit) but also make the reader (or me at least, idk im gullible) go through them. ever since i figured out that Main Characters Don't Die at some point as a kid, i have never once sweated about "damn what if the writers actually do it this time?? what of blorbo dead foreal forever???" ,,, that was until i read TAMN. you took your SWEET TIME keeping us on scar pov for so long i sincerely started worrying that you actually did it you bastards. "no.. they wouldn't… they can't!" i thought to myself, but then the chapters went on and on, and Scar and Pops managed to almost get themselves killed yet again, adventures not showing any signs of stopping. and the pesky bristling brit, with whom i have a complicated relationship not unlike the one between a Sportsteam that sucks ass and their last remaining, bitter, but loyal shit-talking fan, is nowhere to be seen. i was head in hands sitting on the edge of my bed waxing poetics about how The Narrative forces the reader through the character's thought process and Long Live Indie Writing for being able to afford to break tropes and expectations n all that and then Grian's disHEVELED ASS ROLLS OUTA BUSHES AND I WAS LIKE i kNEW THOSE SONS A BITCHES WERE SCHEEMING, NEVER TRUST A WRITER!!! ! …i'm fairly impressionable audience if you couldn't tell

,anyhow this was one of the several bits rotating in my head for the past while, i hope you're proud of what you've accomplished -_- (/j/lh you really really should be <3) yeah anyway this is where i would put my essay on all that if i knew how to write one!

(if i open my mouth on the topic of the residents of the hermit commune we would be here all day, so all i'll say is i won't announce my descent into madness, but there will be signs)

on that note, be good be good to each other and don't forget to brush your teeth before bed

pps. i missed my duolingo writing this :( just another one of gods little jokes

ppps. i think you should poll the public someday on the subject of people's perception of Joel's fate in the end, would be curious to see how optimistic (or not) the folks are feeling

YES. YES!!!!! PART TWO OMG YOU'VE SPOILED US. YESSSSSSS.

Oh my goodness there's so much to wade into there. I was starting to pick out my favourite parts but realised i was highlighting every drawing, but here are my FAVOURITE favourites:

I love love love hearing ppl's opinions on the Redwood compound (AND POPS!!!! POPS AND SCAR BEST FRIENDS FOREVER [until... they're abruptly not anymore. um. ummmmmm....]) Poor exhausted Ren. Poor munched up Joel. Poor every-day-I'm-more-tired-than-the-last Etho. (Also, clasping your hands in mine, I promise you we will write about Pearl and Lizzie. I promise we will not leave you hanging.)

I'm genuinely truly deeply so happy you enjoyed TAMN, and absolutely adored reading (and seeing!) your journey as you read it. Especially the parts where we convincingly pulled off Grian Death(tm). Thank you for sharing with us :') aaaaa TAMN <3 <3 <3

Your poll idea is genius btw. We gotta do this. We GOTTA. - 🔒

[waitingandwishing]

hehe guess who just discovered ur account and is now stalking and binge reading all the sbg stuff?! what? its not me idk where u got that from!!! ( it is, it totally is. )

anywayz, i was wondering if i could request a sbg x reader who is usually SUPER calm, really frogetful from an accident in the past, like forgets their name and to eat forgetful..and maybe tired? like no matter how much sleep they get their body just doesnt feel rested. so when one day the group notices and is like..hold up, something is off and we gotta help it!! or js reader randomly breaking down from exhaustion bc yk..angst? omg im yapping..ANYWAYS TY IN ADVANCE AND HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!!!!💗💗

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HI!!! HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT TOO!!!

-> context: reader is kind of similar to muichiro from demon slayer?

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings: angst, mild spoilers if you haven't caught up to the latest episode

Ashlynn noticed how off you sounded on the first day you met. You were so quiet and calm she could barely even hear you. It was... Unsettling, but normalized in the group. She liked how you weren't very loud and that she could be around you without her ears ringing all the time. "That's just how she is."

Aiden liked how you always went with the flow, you were always so... Lenient. You joined him on dangerous things, didn't seem to get too upset when he made a joke at a weird time, and just let him be... Him. "She's a pretty great person to hang out with."

Logan was worried at first when you had randomly dozed off, it was dangerous especially when you were in the other dimension! Even when the group figured out that they felt more well rested when they slept in the other dimension, you were still oddly tired. He tried carrying a few caffeine pills with him every time he went to sleep just in case of course. "Ah! Wait wake up!"

Taylor doesn't want to overwhelm you. She's not pushy and she doesn't see you as weak or fragile. She doesn't say nice things, she does them. She brings you food so you don't forget to eat and reminds you of your name by always greeting you with it. She cares about you. “You don’t have to ask, okay? Just take it. I brought extra snacks. For emergencies. And you’re one of my favorite emergencies.”

Tyler who is definitely emotionally awkward but still helps in his own way. He thinks it's nice to have someone as calm as you (Even though sometimes he gets pissed off at you as well for being so nonchalant all the time like BRO JUST SHOW FEAR OR SOMETHING). He's used to giving practical help, not emotional support. He's always been the 'fixer' not the 'listener' like his sister was. He doesn't want to show vulnerability, but he is protective. “You look like shit.” (Translation: I’m worried about you but don’t know how to ask nicely.)

Ben just... Sits quietly beside you whenever your tired, letting the silence be a source of comfort. Because he's actually pretty patient with you. If you forget something, he'll wait calmly, giving you all the space you need. 'She's nice.'

You were always so... Calm. Like a river. If the river was silent and eerie. You were the one who moved steadily, never rushing, always smiling a little too softly. Always blinking like you'd just woken up. Well, maybe you had, you slept a lot too.

No one really noticed how often your forgot things. A name here. A meal there. The way you’d pause mid-sentence, eyes glazing like you were staring through the world. It was easy to chalk up to absentmindedness. Easy to laugh off.

You were all hiding from the phantom inside the bus. It was hard crawling under the seats when you felt exhaustion creeping into your bones and hunger raking against your stomach.

You widened your eyes as you felt a claw rake against your ankle, pulling you into the open aisle. You felt a hand grasp at your throat as you were slammed into the bus wall. You opened your mouth to scream, to breathe, but all you could do was just kick and claw at the hand around your throat.

Thankfully, Ashlynn sent a good kick to it's head and quickly trapped it into the bus window. You were still in shock, standing up shakily as you breathed in and out quickly.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asked, eyes wide with panic. Ben was beside her with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah." You muttered. Your ears were ringing, it hurt to put pressure on your ankle, and your head was pounding. "I-I just..." Exhaustion and hunger had you in its grasps and you felt yourself quickly... Falling to the ground? And for the briefest second, you were calm again. Like a river. Silent. Still.

(So sorry if this isn't what you wanted!! I was so stuck on this for some reason!!)

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

part 35

authors note: we’re nearing the end btw

trigger warning: mentions of miscarriage, concussions, hospital, bleeding

“I should try him again.”

“No, you should call your sister. Or your mom. Shit, Call the mailman, literally call anyone except him.”

“Dana,” Zoe sighed, frustrated. It was 4 hours later, and Zoe was in a hospital bed with a bandage on her head from when she fell and hit the table.

The doctors said it was nothing she did, and there was nothing she could have done to prevent it. They did an examination and determined she would pass the rest naturally over the next couple of days. They were keeping her for observation for the night and she would be discharged in the morning, to monitor for any more bleeding as well as to monitor the concussion she had from the fall.

Zoe was a mix of emotions. Scared was a big one, along with sadness, guilt… and alone. Zoe felt alone the most, even with Dana here.

It was of course Cillian’s, and she couldn’t help but feel so stupid that she wouldn’t just take a stupid test. All the signs were there - morning sickness, fatigue, forgetfulness… why did she have to be so careless?! What if she COULD have saved this baby… what would Cillian say?

“Do you think he’ll be mad?” Zoe said, resting her head back against her pillow, blinking back tears.

“If he’s MAD at you for this, I will personally beat the Irish right out of him,” Dana snapped.

“Listen,” she continued, “It’s not your fault. But the fact he isn’t answering you says so much. You’re laying here in a hospital dealing with the miscarriage of HIS baby and he’s not answering the phone? How many times have you called?”

“Three. He hit decline every time. it only rang like 2 or 3 times, he declined each one.”

Zoe could see the smoke coming out of Dana’s ears.

“Maybe i’ll text him. He’s probably busy.”

Dana opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. “okay,” she finally settled on.

Zoe: Can you pick up?

Cill: no

Zoe: are you sure? it’s important.

Cill: omg im working how many times do i have to tell u

Cill: i told u a million times dont call me wut dont u understand ??

Zoe: im in the hospital.

Cill: ok? and wat do u want me to do from here? r u ok? i assume so since ur calling every 10 seconds.

Zoe: i wanted to talk to you? is that so bad?

Cill: so tell me. i don’t have time for this.

Zoe reached her breaking point. She looked up from her phone and at Dana. Dana was flipping through a magazine. “So what’d he say?”

Zoe showed her the text messages and could have swore she watched Dana’s blood pressure rise on its own.

“Zoe….”

“Dana i don’t deserve this.” Zoe cut her off. “I know i’ve settled in the past but this… this is too much. I don’t even know who he is anymore… He never used to speak to me like this ever.”

Dana sighed and reached over and squeezed Zoe’s hand. “You deserve the world. This loser doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. I will support you 1000%. What do you need from me right now? what can I do?”

Zoe blinked back tears. “honestly?” she choked out a laugh, “can you call a moving company for me?”

Dana smiled. “consider it done.” She stood up, phone in hand, and made her way to the door. “I’ll have someone there ASAP to get your stuff out of there. I’ll be back soon.” She said as she closed the door behind her.

On Zoe’s lap, her phone vibrated again.

Cill: ????

Zoe was pissed off.

Zoe: you know what? i don’t know who you even are anymore. You went from the most understanding, loving person to the nastiest asshole i’ve ever spoke to. If this is who you really are, then i want nothing to do with you. I regret taking that stupid interview with you in the first place, i regret ending up in this hell hole dating contract, i regret sleeping with you, i regret letting you stay with me, i regret taking you to meet my family, i regret telling you about my dad, I regret setting up your entire house while you’re over there going out to dinners and living a whole other life and turning into this monster of a person. I don’t deserve any of this and you definitely don’t deserve me.

cill: feel better? u done finally?

Zoe: I’m done. DONE.

Zoe dropped her phone into her lap and took a deep breath.

She blinked back tears but knew this was the right thing to do.

Horrible timing, but she couldn’t help but think back at all the times she spent with him, specifically the day of her niece’s party when she took him to watch the sunrise at the beach.

Something he had said to her that day had stuck with her ever since, and as she lays in the hospital bed alone it seems like what he said rang louder than ever.

"I think... just because someone doesn't love you the way you want to be loved, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."

Dana re-entered the room, “So? How’d it go?”

Zoe sighed and let the tears roll down her cheeks.

“I think i need to call my mom.”

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Hannah woke up the next morning to the sun shining through her windows. She knew it was going to be a great day - her plan was working perfectly and coming to an end.

Not only did Cillian stay out longer than usual, but Hannah made the executive decision of leaving the hotel bar and going back to her room and going to sleep, taking his phone with her instead of waiting for him to get back from his afternoon with Lizzie. Which means he won’t get his phone back until this morning, after the photos of him and Lizzie would be public. He would see the text messages from Zoe - the ones she didn’t delete, that is - and assume everything was because of the pictures. Boom. Done. One less annoyance out of her life.

“I should’ve went into politics with the way I get things done,” Hannah said out loud as she got out of bed to stretch.

Like clockwork, she had a knock at her door within the hour of her waking up. She knew who it was, and knew what she was going to say and how she was going to play this off.

“Morning Cill,” she said, stepping aside and letting him enter.

To be frank, he looked like shit. He was in a hoodie and jeans, had bags under his eyes and looked like he didn’t get any sleep. “Long night?”

“I don’t know what’s going on. How am I in the press already?? They’re saying we’re dating? we went out to lunch and the park. We talked about Zoe the entire time … and now this trash magazine is saying we’re dating? How did they even know….” Cill trailed off, looking out the window. He was overwhelmed, tired and stressed. “I need my phone. Where is my phone, Zoe is gonna see this and flip.”

showtime.

“Well… i think she saw them…” Hannah said, reaching for his phone. “I’m sorry, I had no way of getting in touch with you and she was going off and i didn’t want to answer and …”

“What did she say?” Cillian looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Hannah handed him the phone, which (so conveniently) only displayed her last 2 text messages, including the last one, which cut through him like a knife.

Zoe: i’m done. DONE

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