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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 29 days

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Are there any companions you can't stand?

I wouldn't say I have any that I can't stand. Something that's so engaging to me about DA is that the companions have good, bad, and a lot in between. Honestly, I don't hate any of them. There are companions that I have more issues with than others, but I like them all; even, and sometimes especially, the ones that tend to be heavily hated on by the fandom.

The only companion that might fall into this category for me is Sebastian, but I totally acknowledge that I've yet to make an effort to use him when I play DA2. I legit just forget about him. How am I supposed to have a good grasp of his character when I don't engage with him outside of his companion quests? Plus I usually romance Anders so Sebastian always leaves my party in the end with threats of bringing an army down on Kirkwall for not killing Anders, soooo... yeah. Not the greatest impression he's left me with.

I would like to have a more well-rounded opinion of Sebastian because the concept of him is interesting; he's this chantry brother who is also a prince, but his family was murdered so he puts up a bounty on the chantry board [which admittedly is SO funny] and his companion quests are about avenging his family and helping him decide if he should take back his lands or remain a chantry brother. But then I talk to him, I listen to him talk to the other companions, and it's like... oh, the chantry has become his entire personality because the dude was brainwashed and now he's saying shit like the maker was actually the one who freed Fenris from slavery, and when Fenris tells him a story about how Denarius killed a child in a ritual for more power, Sebastian just doubles down that the maker has his reasons, like....babe, c'mon now.

I feel like I've read pieces about him written by fans who love him that are more compellingly written than he is, if that makes sense. Really, I would love to be educated by those who love him, especially Sebastian romancers because of all the love interests in all of DA, he's the one I look at and go, "....okay but why?" I have a lot of fun with character discussions and other perspectives so I mean that sincerely.

Also I think it's worth noting that when I play, I tend to get super into the roleplay of my warden/hawke/inquisitor, but while they have party members they can't stand, I have opinions that are separate from them, y'know?

For example, since I've talked about it a lot recently, my mage Hawke and Aveline butt heads constantly. By the end of Act 3, they're rivalry is heated and Ed's surprised Aveline even sided with him in the end because THAT is how much their relationship deteriorated over the course of the game... but then there's my warrior Hawke who adored Aveline. The two of them were best friends and Aris always gave her the benefit of the doubt, like she had Aveline's back through and through.

I've complained about Aveline a lot in my posts so it probably does sound like I can't stand her, but that's not true. Aveline's actually a companion that fascinates me, like she makes me go, "God, you're such an asshole, tell me more right now." and it drives me crazy how she and Carver are foils, like I love it so much, I could go on and on about how foiled they are, it makes me want to bite something.

It's very easy to look at Aveline and think she's just a bitch, she's a cop, she's a bad character, #Aveline-critical, bad companion, etc. I see it all the time, and not just with her, but with every companion in dragon age, y'know? I'm not saying that's wrong or anything; some characters just don't vibe with you or you have legit reasons for hating them and that's fine. I'm just saying some of it's very surface level unless you make the effort to elaborate.

If you don't like a character, you're less likely to make an effort to understand or see anything positive about them. You're more likely to have confirmation bias, so whenever they do or say anything, you go looking for the worst interpretation. I try not to do this just because for me, that's the "boring" approach to games like this but as we've seen, I'm not immune either... y'know, Sebastian.

But Carver gets this a lot, too, and I think I've made myself clear that Carver is my favorite, I love him, the Hawke twins are S-tier companions and I would throw everyone in Kirkwall into the ocean if it meant Bethany and Carver's happiness.

Now that I'm thinking about it, the characters a lot of fans can't stand are some of my favorites?

Like a lot of people shit on Sera, and I'm like "Nah, that's my girl! Listen, she's got a LOT of internalized issues, but we're working through them okay! She's getting better!"

And Vivienne? Oh, don't get me started on Vivienne, I have a whole deal about her. She's also an asshole and I love her.

My canon inquisitor is Surana who escaped the circle and joined the dalish, becoming Lavellan. Vivienne is a reflection of what Ash could've been if she hadn't run away with Jowan. She played the game of the circle, she stepped wherever she needed to step because Ash knew she was at a disadvantage by being an elf, for one, and for two, not coming from a family with wealth that would give her special privileges. Her downfall was buying into her own hype and believing she couldn't be wrong about Jowan, believing that she could either prevent them from making him tranquil or help him and Lily run away, and believing she was above punishment because she worked her way into being Irving's favorite. Yet it all bit her in the ass and she had to run… so then years later after living outside of the circle and realizing just what the chantry is, how it conditions and abuses mages and shit, she meets Vivienne who also played the game well and came out on top, who now spouts the same shit Ash used to spout and it's makes their dynamic sooo chewable.

Then there's Cullen who's not a companion but I lump him and Josephine in with the companions anyway. They're advisors, they're in the inner circle, they count.

He's such a spineless ass in DA2 like believe me, I get all the criticisms he gets... but he's also fairly polite to Hawke even if they're openly anti-templar, he's softer spoken, and he's unwell after what happened to him in DAO and Meredith's clearly taking advantage of his state... but then he becomes an advisor in DAI who is so done with people's bullshit and blatantly honest about it, like he looks at Chancellor Roderick like "this fucking guy again" and he's so ready to just go for it, y'know? Well... unless you're a pretty lady who bats her eyes at him, then suddenly he doesn't know how words work. Like sometimes I feel crazy because I find him to be so funny in DAI, and overall a compelling character that I enjoy interacting with even when he's being a total asshole. Yeah, there's issues in his writing but I appreciate the vision the writers were going for, even if they stumbled... except for Sheryl Chee, I don't appreciate her contribution of those few posts on the DA forums that everyone uses as a smoking gun to "prove" awful things about him. Nothing gets under my skin more in character discussions than bad faith arguments and there's so much of that when it comes to Cullen.

Actually, while we're on that, can I just add a note that when I first got into this fandom, I saw someone's post about Chee doing an interview where she said all those bad things about Cullen wanting to assault the mage warden and I was like, "What? An interview? What interview?? Where??" and I couldn't find shit until much later when I read another anti-Cullen post that cited a DA forum as the source for her saying those things... so not an interview. I went digging for the forum, went into the way back machine to find it.... only to discover that this smoking gun comes from a fanfiction forum where Mary Kirby was also talking about Sten and catgirls and y'all expect me to take that seriously?

We can have discussions about whether or not Cullen's a bad person or a bad character, but the moment you bring Sheryl Chee into it, I know you're here in bad faith and your argument is void.

Sorry for the tangent and the long answer but this is the stuff I enjoy. I could talk about the characters of DA for ages unprompted that when someone does throw me a bone, I will discuss and gush about them all.

#asks #dragon age #dao #da2 #dai #sebastian vael #aveline vallen #carver hawke #dai sera #cullen rutherford #vivienne de fer #i have to stop myself before i go on tangents about morrigan and wynne and anders and isabela and merrill and dorian and varric and-#literally everyone sksksks i can't help it #also on the flip side of this type of discussion i also love looking at characters that most people adore and discussing their flaws #like i love alistair he's my favorite companion in dao BUT it's easy to forgot that he can be just as petty and selfish too y'know?#if you don't execute loghain he can straight up just abandon you and leave and you'll find him in da2 as a drunk like... babe really left #and let you deal with the blight because he was so blinded by revenge and thirst for loghain's death and that's not great??#not really something that gets brought up because it's unflattering it's an ugly part of his character but it's there mingling with the goo #and if you have a good relationship with him but don't know how he'll react when you spare loghain that can be devastating too #but it's also super understandable WHY he reacts like that WHY he leaves even if it's a selfish move on his part and hurts you #i dunno i think sometimes we're scared to talk about the ugly parts of our favorite characters because we love them #and don't want them to be wrong especially in fandom with a lot of pissing matches and bad faith arguments y'know?#i dunno this is my spiel of the night: i love all my companions except sebastian who is just a character that exists to me #i wasn't joking when i said i'd like to be enlighted about sebby and his romance like....... explain elaborate educate

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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Pretty cow hybrid reader who's just so cute and precious that the big strong farmers taking care of her can't help but grab her plush body and fuck her on all their cocks 🥺 she gets so tired that they gotta work together to move her back and forth and up and down on whoever's cock is filling her up 🥺

Oh my god. How could you do this to me

CW: fem reader, cow hybrids, smut, ovulation/heat cycles, breeding, gangbang, double penetration in vagina, borderline bestiality? maybe petplay?? Furry content??? I have no clue how to tag this sksksk it's a mess but it's my mess

Naurrrr bc that's so cute 😖 thinkin bout the big strong farm hands who always look after you, keeping you groomed and well fed. Maybe you're a show cow, going to fairs and cattle shows and winning prizes for your beauty 🥺 your owners treasure you so much, they want the absolute best for their pretty cow girl, and ofc that includes the best care!! You get 24/7 care from a handful of workers who love you to bits 🥰

You're such a good girl that the farmhands don't have to fret too much about you. Occasionally you'll wander somewhere you shouldn't, but one of the guys will lead you back to your pasture without any trouble. You're such a sweetie, always rubbin your cheek against em, silently asking for pets or a yummy treat like an apple or sugar cube. Sometimes they share a beer together at the end of the night and you're laying right beside em, tail flicking happily while one of them pets behind your ears. They're all so good to you and you're so good to them... in so many ways

The first time it happened was an accident, they swear!! You were going into heat for the first time, squirming and moaning, calling out for a mate, for a bull hybrid to come breed you. Your handlers felt so bad for you, they hated keeping you cooped up in your barn stall like that, but they didn't wanna risk any outsiders coming in and hurting you!! They saw how much you were suffering and they didn't want to leave you alone during such a rough time, so they elected on taking shifts with you, staying in your pen and keeping you company.

God... what a bad idea that was.

You were fine at first, pacing your pen, occasionally going to a corner and whining, hips grinding against the air for some kind of friction. The first handler thought you looked delicious, but you were like a pet! He couldn't think about you that way! So he kept himself occupied with a hobby he brought. The second guy couldn't keep his eyes off you, but he kept his hands to himself, adjusting his aching cock every now and then but not acting on his desires, that would be going too far.

The third guy... the third guy was weak 😔 he followed the advice of the first two men, keeping his distance, keeping his mind preoccupied, but you were just too cute! You kept giving him these puppy dog eyes and snuggling close, and each time he gave you pets you would moan. Eventually you ended up presenting to him, physically begging to get fucked and oh god your chubby pussy was so cute and hot and you were dripping wet and it looked so nice and inviting...

The other farmhands came running when they heard you moaning louder, practically screaming. They came in to find the third handler fucking you from behind, his hands barely able to hold onto your plush wide hips. For a moment they were distracted by the loud slapping of his hips against yours, but they came to their senses and pulled him off, scolding him for taking advantage of you, threatening to beat him to death if he ever touched an angel like you again—

But then you started whining, damn near sobbing as you pushed your hips up into the air and wiggled them, grabbing all of their attention.

"P-Please... 's so hot... it hurts..."

They hesitated, looking at each other, unsure. The last thing they wanted to do was see you suffer, but they worried that they'd be crossing a line by giving you the help you needed. They stepped aside for a moment, huddling and whispering to each other before returning to you.

"What's the matter, baby? Where's it hurt?" You spread your legs farther apart, reaching between your legs, hand crawling over your fupa as you gestured towards your clenching hole.

"H-Here... it-it itches..."

"Yeah?" another one asks, his cock straining against his overalls. "Do you want us to try and make you feel better?"

"Yes!! Please!!" you cried, hiccuping. "Need your help, need it so bad, please, it's too much—"

They shushed you, petting along your soft fur to soothe you. One of the men cautiously moved his hand to your cunt, gliding his thumb between your chubby pussy lips before pressing down on your aching clit.

You cried out, and all their restraint left them.

They take turns inside of you, filling up your weeping cunt, trying to quell your desires. They run their hands over your hips, your legs, your plush tummy and arms, squeezing your tits. One of them audibly wonders if they could get you pregnant and make your tits fill up with milk, and the rest can't stop thinking about it. Even when you're out of energy, you still beg for more, beg for them to fill you up and give you calves. It makes them all the more aroused :( they try several positions, on your hands and knees, on your back, legs in the air or around their waist. Their favorite was when two of them stuffed your pussy, filling you up so well you squirted all over them. They praise you the whole time, calling you their good girl, their sweet girl, pretty girl, pretty baby, angel, princess, their words like thick molasses, drowning you in the love you deserved.

By the time you're all done, the group of men are drained and braindead while you're curled up in a pile of hay, sleeping soundly, a content grin on your lips.

They agree to never do this again, to keep you at a distance the next time you go into heat, to protect you and keep you safe. They never keep their promise, always caving in when you beg them so prettily to fill you up, to breed you. You still want a baby, you want their babies, you wanna give your sweet handlers a calf or two. And you're just so sweet and pretty, they can never really resist you :( it's always a group activity, and you always wear them down to practically nothing.

Your farmhands start getting over protective with time, bordering on possessive. Your owners think about getting a bull hybrid so that the two of you can make a few babies, but your handlers convince them not to. The last thing you need is for some huge raging bull to come in and tear you apart. He'd be so careless with you, not caring about your wants or needs, driven only by his pleasure and need to breed you. Poor thing, you'd never survive a bull hybrid!! They're too big, too strong, a bull hybrid's cock would rip you in half and they wouldn't even care.

But it's alright dear, your handlers always have your best interest at heart and would never let anything bad happen to you. You're their prized heifer, their special girl, and they'd go to the moon and back to make you happy 💕 you can always count on them to keep your best interests at heart

#ask #smut #cow hybrid au #pls don't judge me im ovulating i can't control my desires ok??#☀️ favs #☀️ asks

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Hey Bug! I have a request for a fic just in case you run out of ideas

Eddie gets bullied by Jason and those annoying basketball jerks all th time but doesn't tell anyone. When he sees them at the Hideout before he's about to perform he has a panic attack or something. Y/N is there because she still hasn't gotten over him. :D

Then backstage Y/N comfort's him

exes back to lovers

hurt/comfort

This might be way too specific but...........

;)

K bye

Combining with these two requests!

hello i love your blog so much and you're really one of the best writers here! <3 i'm honestly a slut for the enemies to lovers trope sksksks so i was hoping you could write one for eddie? then maybe sprinkled with a lil bit of jealousy haha thank you so much and ily <333

May i plz request an exes back to lovers with eddie x y/n? Maybe he cheated or something?

Warnings: smut (18+ only minors DNI!!!), fingering, p in v, panic attacks, mentions of cheating, mentions of oral, Jason Carver is present

WC: 3.9k

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the amazing dividers and @usedtobecooler, @trashmouth-richie, and @this-was-bad-sorry for dialogue help!

Reader:

"Babe, where are you taking me?" you ask your boyfriend, snuggling up against him as he just grins and continues driving.

"You'll see," Jason answers teasingly. "I told you that we'll be doing a full 'Welcome Home' tour of Hawkins when you got back from college, and that's what we're gonna do."

Since you'd been home for the summer, he'd brought you to Benny's, Enzo's, Skull Rock, and Lover's Lake. Hawkins is a small town; there wasn't much else to do around here.

You and Jason had been together for six months after you ran into him when you came home for Thanksgiving. You'd bumped into each other at the grocery store, frantically scrambling to buy last-minute ingredients. It was hard to see him; he wasn't nice to you or your friends back in high school. But then he'd apologized, offered to take you out for coffee to show you how much he'd changed, and the rest was history.

Your stomach drops when he pulls into the Hideout parking lot. It brings back memories of watching your ex-boyfriend and his band play there. You and Eddie would fool around backstage until it was time for them to perform, and you would stand in the audience of five drunks and cheer like you were at a Metallica concert. It was a tradition, every Tuesday night.

Wait...

"What day is it?" you mutter to yourself, but Jason thinks you're asking him.

"It's Tuesday," he answers, blissfully unaware of what that means. "Why, you got plans?" he jokes.

You can just manage to shake your head, palms suddenly slick with sweat. Maybe Corroded Coffin didn't play on Tuesday nights anymore. Maybe you wouldn't have to see the man who shattered your heart into a million pieces.

Eddie:

"We're on in twenty minutes," Jeff tells him, slinging the strap of his guitar over his shoulders. "You all tuned up?"

Eddie nods. "Yup, good to go." He glances at his kohl-rimmed eyes in the mirror. Since you two had broken up, he's had to learn how to apply his own eyeliner before shows, but it never looks as good as when you used to do it.

"Uh, guys?" Gareth pokes his head in the room nervously. "I think you might wanna see this."

They make their way to the side of the stage, peering out as inconspicuously as they can. Gareth points out to where Jason is standing at the bar with his tanned arm around some girl.

No...not just some girl, Eddie realizes. It's you.

"What the fuck?" he snarls, heart catching in his throat. "What's she doing with him?" He winces as Jason hands you a watered-down beer and kisses you, making you giggle.

Jeff claps a hand on his friend's back. "I'm sorry, dude," he says gently. "You gonna be okay?"

But Eddie doesn't hear him; doesn't hear anything besides a pounding in his ears. He feels like he's standing outside of his own body. His bandmates keep calling his name to no response.

She's with Jason now. She's done with me and moved onto the prick who made my life miserable for all of high school. I lost her and I'll never get her back. It's over it's over it's over...

"Eddie?" Gareth shakes him, too aware of the way his friend's chest is expanding and contracting at a rapid rate. This isn't the first time Eddie's had a panic attack, but it's the first time you haven't been there to calm him down. "What do we do?" he asks Jeff.

"I-I don't know!" Jeff cries out. "What did Y/N used to do?" He glances over in your direction. "Should I...would she even want to help after...?"

Gareth shrugs. "It's worth a shot!" he surmises, nudging Eddie again. "He's gonna hyperventilate." Tears involuntarily spill down Eddie's cheeks as he murmurs the same phrase again and again:

It's over it's over it's over...

Reader:

You're waiting for Jason to come back with a plate of fries, possibly the greasiest offering in all of Hawkins, when you feel a frantic tapping on your back. Your smile fades when you see Gareth in front of you, panting like he's just run a marathon.

"What do you want?" you hiss, remembering his role in everything that went down last year.

"Look," he starts, "I know you hate me, and you hate Eddie more, but he's having a panic attack backstage and we can't calm him down. I'm worried that he's gonna pass out. Please," he begs, not even bothering to finish his request. You know exactly what he's asking.

There's a knot in your stomach, twisting with your options. You could ditch Jason and help out the guy who cheated on you at your own graduation party, or you can let Eddie suffer and enjoy a night out with your boyfriend. You don't want to see Eddie; the words fuck off are on the tip of your tongue, but you can't help the gnawing feeling pulsing through your conscience.

"Fine," you mutter, and Gareth grabs your wrist and pulls you backstage. Jeff's gotten Eddie to sit on the torn leather sofa, but the man is still breathing too heavily for your liking. His eyes are glazed over, like he's not actually present. It's a sight you've seen before.

"Eddie, it's me," you say softly, trying to keep the resentment out of your voice. "We're backstage at the Hideout, sitting on the couch. Jeff and Gareth are here, too. Ground yourself here." Against your better judgment, you slip your hand under his trembling one. "Squeeze my hand when you're ready." About thirty seconds pass before you feel his fingers grip yours.

"Okay, we're gonna do your exercise together," you tell him. "Five things you see; I'll start." You pick the first thing your eyes land on. "A chair."

Eddie pauses before he gives his answer, voice barely audible. "Th-the coaster," he says finally, referring to the sticky Bud Light coaster on the table.

"Good," you offer a small smile. "I see...Sweetheart," you announce, referring to his guitar.

"Gareth and Jeff." Eddie replies just a bit faster this time, allowing himself back into reality.

"That was two, you overachiever!" you tease. You walk him through the remainder of the exercise: four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. By the time you're done, his breathing has slowed considerably and he's stopped crying.

You turn to his friends, both visibly relieved that the situation has been diffused. "I don't think he should perform tonight, guys," you tell them. "He needs to go home and rest. The adrenaline of being on stage could trigger another one." They nod knowingly, and you stand up to leave.

"Where're y'going?" Eddie mumbles, reaching out for your hand. "Can you stay for a little bit?"

"I, um, have to get back to my date," you tell him, purposely omitting Jason's name. "You'll be okay. Just take care of yourself tonight." You rub his back quickly, almost out of habit. "Gotta go," you add quickly before dashing back out to the bar.

Part of you feels guilty for running out of there, but why should you? You weren't the one who hooked up with Ashley Calloway at the party; that was Eddie. You were too busy trying to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves; Eddie sure was when you found the two of them in the guest bathroom, pants around his ankles and Ashley on her knees in front of him. They were both beyond drunk; you didn't know who initiated, but you really didn't care.

No, you didn't owe Eddie anything. Helping him through his panic attack was nicer than anything he deserved.

"Where'd ya go?" Jason asks, concerned. He pulls you in for a kiss, and it seems more possessive than usual.

"Ladies' room," you lie easily. "Hope you didn't eat all the fries without me!"

He laughs. "Don't worry, I saved a few for my girl." He tugs you closer, eyes scoping out the rest of the bar. "Forgot how grimy this place is," he mutters. "Wanna get out of here after we finish these?" he asks, gesturing towards the plate on the counter.

You nod. "That would be great."

Eddie:

Eddie's sitting in the back of his van; Jeff is driving and Gareth is plunked down in the passenger seat.

"Sorry, guys," he apologizes for what seems like the millionth time. "I don't know what happened back there."

Gareth exhales slowly. "We're just glad you're okay," he says truthfully, "but, dude, you can't be getting this upset whenever you see Y/N with someone else."

"Yeah, I know," Eddie agrees. "But Jason Carver? What does she even see in him?" He groans and leans back in his seat.

Jeff thinks for a moment. "Have you two actually...talked since the party?" he asks. "I know there was a lot of yelling and screaming, but did you ever have a real conversation?"

"Nope." Eddie replies. "She wanted nothing to do with me, and I don't blame her. I fucked up royally." No one can argue with that.

"Maybe you should try that," Jeff suggests. "Like, listen to her, and don't give some shitty excuse for what you did."

Eddie considers this. "What if she doesn't forgive me? What if she still hates me after?" he ponders meekly. "Then what?"

"Then at least you tried," Gareth reasons. "Is it more important that she forgives you, or that she just knows how important she was to you?"

Reader:

The drive home from the Hideout should be passed by peppering kisses to Jason's clean-shaven face while he drives and lacing your fingers into his when he rests his hand on the gearshift. Instead, you're in your own world; a world where you can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson.

It was so stupid, especially after how badly he'd hurt you. You'd heard the unmistakeable sounds of his panting moans coming from the bathroom, and when Jeff and Gareth tried to stop you from investigating, you knew something was amiss. You'd shouted at him until your throat was raw, and then you shouted some more at his friends for protecting the cheating bastard. It was the last time you'd spoken to any of them until tonight.

You look over at your boyfriend, so sweet and wonderful, and you ache to love him fully, to commit to him with your whole being. But you just can't. Because your heart still belongs to the metalhead who broke it.

"Jason," you blurt out before you can stop yourself, "I have to tell you something." And you tell him the truth of where you disappeared to that night, watching his expression fall with each word.

When you finish, he laughs incredulously. "You skipped out on our date to go comfort The Freak?" he spits, and you see the old Jason, the one he insisted no longer existed, ooze through his nice-guy persona. "Seriously? After everything he did to you."

"It's not like anything happened!" you protest. "Besides, you were a total douchebag in high school, and I forgave you."

Jason pauses. "And what if something had happened?" he questions, voice thick with venom and insecurity. "What if he had tried to kiss you or something? Would you have let him?"

You stumble on your response, and that's enough of an answer for him. "Nice. Real nice," he sneers. "Do you even love me?"

"I wish I did," you whisper, tears in your eyes. "Jason, I'm so sorry."

He sighs, slamming a hand on the steering wheel. "Forget it. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved. All of you weirdos in that satanic cult Munson ran were bad news." He slams on the breaks as he pulls into your driveway. "Look at that. There's Freak Charming now." Sure enough, Eddie is sitting on your stoop, smoking a cigarette in the crisp summer evening air.

"I swear, I didn't--" but Jason just waves you off.

"We're done. Do whatever--or whoever--you want, Y/N," he says tersely, and you hop out of his car wordlessly, watching as he speeds away.

You turn your attention to Eddie, who is making his way towards you.

"What are you doing here?"

Eddie:

Well, isn't that a loaded question.

Eddie runs his fingers through his curly hair. "I, um, came here to listen to you," he stammers, avoiding your gaze.

"Listen to me? What do you want me to say?" The thought is almost absurd; him showing up to your house, expecting you to carry a conversation.

"Anything," he takes a drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "We never got to talk after the party. I didn't really apologize, and I didn't get to hear you out."

You laugh harshly. "I think I got my point across when I called you a cheating piece of shit and our relationship a waste of my time. Why, did I miss something?"

"No, I think that about covers it," Eddie says with a frown.

"Why did you do it?" you blurt out. "Was I not enough? Or too much? What did I do wrong?" Your voice wavers, a sob catching in your throat.

"Oh my God, no," Eddie replies, slack-jawed. "No, it was nothing like that. It was my fault, not yours." He sighs, looking upwards to will his own tears away. "I was drunk and stupid and scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah," he says, "scared that you'd realize that I wasn't enough; that you'd want someone who's getting a college degree like you are, who isn't back in Hawkins working at a power plant and playing in a band with a bunch of high schoolers."

You kick the ground lightly, dust pluming around your sneakered foot. "I was gonna ask you to get an apartment in Evanston with me," you admit. "I would be at Northwestern and you could easily find work there. Plus, it's only about half an hour from Chicago." Your heart pangs at the thought of what might have been.

"Y-you were?" Eddie's eyes widen in shock. "Fuck, man!" He stubs out his cigarette angrily. "Can't believe I went and fucked it all up like that." Before he realizes what he's doing, he slams a fist into a nearby tree, wincing as the pain shoots up his arm.

"Of course I was!" you shout. "I thought you were the love of my life, Eddie. I thought we'd move in together, get married someday, have our own family." You let the tears fall, unable to hold yourself together. "And then you decided that getting blown by some random cheerleader was more important than all of that."

He's silent for awhile, and it's not until you hear him sniffling that he realizes he's crying.

"You can leave now," you tell him quietly. "There's nothing left to say."

He nods. "I'm so, so sorry," he sobs. "I hurt you. You didn't deserve that; you didn't deserve to suffer because I was insecure. I'd...I'd do anything to get you back."

"I don't think that's a good idea," you answer him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I know you're with Carver now--"

"We broke up," you see his eyebrows shoot up, and you elaborate, "just now. He didn't like that I was helping you tonight."

"Oh," Eddie says simply, trying to bite back a smile at the news that you're single. "Can I ask you something?"

"Depends what it is."

"Why did you help me? You could've just told the guys to deal with it themselves, you know." He tries to resist the urge to light up another cigarette and fails, feeling the nicotine calm his nerves.

You roll your eyes and scoff. "Because as much as I hate you--and I do hate you, very much--I wasn't about to let you faint over some stage fright."

Eddie chews on his lower lip. "Wasn't stage fright."

"What?"

"It wasn't stage fright," he repeats. "I had a panic attack because I saw you with Carver--not that it was your fault," he hastily adds, "it just fuckin' killed me to know that you were over me. That we were over. Because I-I never stopped loving you."

Reader:

You let the confession sink in: Eddie never stopped loving you. Or so he says, but the image of him with Ashley never fades.

"Did you still love me at the party?" you sneer. "Did you still love me with her mouth around your dick?"

"Of course I did!" he retorts, "I just...look, there's no excuse for what I did. I got it in my head that you'd leave me and I...I acted vindictively. But you've got to believe me--I've regretted it every day since."

You sit on the steps, feeling like you're about to fall over from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And you know what the worst part is?" you hiss. "Earlier, when you said you wanted me back, I actually considered it. I hate myself for it, but I considered it."

"Do you...still love me?" he asks quietly.

"I do," you confess. "I don't want to, but I do. I love you and despise you at the same time, if that makes any sense."

"What...what can I do to earn your trust back, Y/N?" he murmurs. "I'll do it; whatever you ask, I'll do it. I don't want to mess this up again. I don't want to risk losing your love for good." He looks up at you, tears shining in his big brown eyes. "Please, baby."

"Eddie, I don't know--" you start, but he interrupts you.

"Can I just do one thing?" No sooner do you nod your head do his lips come crashing against yours, his hands on either side of your face. You arch into him, pressing up on your toes.

"Was that okay?" he whispers against you, brushing away your tears with his thumb. "God, baby, it eats me up inside to know that I'm the reason you're crying. I never wanted to be that."

"I know," you tell him, falling into his warm embrace. "Want you to make me feel happy again. Like you used to."

He looks taken aback at your proposition. "Y'sure? We can just do this," he reassures you as he pulls you in for another deep kiss.

"'M sure." You gasp as he lifts you, placing one hand under each of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses down your arms, sending a tingling sensation through your body. "Show me how much you love me."

Eddie swings open your front door, pushing you up against the living room wall so he can put his hands all over you. "Are your parents--"

"They're out," you tell him. "We have the place to ourselves."

"Fuck," he growls. "Bedroom?"

"Mhm."

Eddie stumbles into your room, holding onto you as though he's afraid that you'll disappear if he lets you go. He gently lays you on the bed, climbing on top of you, parting your lips with his tongue.

"You're so beautiful," he muses. "You are the most perfect woman I've ever seen. These perfect eyes...perfect nose...perfect mouth...perfect ears..." He punctuates each statement with a kiss, naming every body part he can think of.

"My turn," you say, sitting up slightly. He furrows his brows, puzzled, until you start peeling off his shirt and kissing down his torso. He shivers as you reach for his belt buckle, clasping his hand over yours.

"We don't have to rush this," he stammers. "I don't want you to regret anything."

"Do you not want to?" you ask. It's not an accusation, just concern.

"I do. I definitely do," Eddie clarifies. "I just want to do this right, y'know? Don't want this to be a one-time thing."

"Eddie?"

"Mm?"

"Stop talking."

He lets out a small chuckle. "Will do, my love." Pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead, he lifts your shirt above your head and rubs his thumbs over the lace of your bra. Your nipples pebble under his touch.

"Eddie." His name drips with need from your lips. "Keep touching me." He unclasps your bra, inhaling sharply as it falls to the bed, revealing your pert breasts.

"S'perfect," he coos, taking one into his mouth. He presses his groin against your thigh, rutting against you softly. A moan slips from you as feel him growing harder.

"Wan' touch you," you whimper, nudging again at his belt. "Please."

"Okay, baby," he indulges, groaning as you take him out of his boxers, using his precum to help your hand glide along his length. "I missed your touch." He trains his focus on your own jean shorts, fighting his feral urge to rip them off of you, instead opting to leave kisses across your hips and thighs as he pulls them down gently. Pressing his forefinger against your throbbing clit, he smiles when he feels you soaking through your panties.

"Did you miss that, too?" you tease, but he's completely serious in his reply:

"I missed everything about you."

Your gaze meets his, and you immediately take note of his misty eyes. You melt at his words, at how genuine he is; the raw vulnerability making him even more beautiful. He leans in for another kiss, and his tears fall against your cheeks.

"I love you I love you I love you," he whispers into your ear, tugging down your panties and sliding one thick finger inside you, pumping it against your pulpy walls. "I'll never lose you again, never never never..."

"I know," you tell him, and you mean it. You cry out with pleasure as he inserts another digit, bucking your hips into him. "I love you, too."

"Are you...can I...?" he glances down at his erect length, slick with his own precum.

"Please," you beg. He slowly enters you, filling you up perfectly. His movements still for a moment as the two of you feel the power of your connection. He gives small thrusts, holding you by the small of your back as he pulls himself out and pushes back in rhythmically. You can't remember the last time anyone's held you this close.

He grows harder inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over. His choked panting tells you that he's close, but so are you.

"Can we finish together?" you manage, and he nods. "I'm still on the pill...you can cum inside me, baby."

"Now?"

"Mhm," you cry out as he pumps faster. "Eddie--fuck--right there, I'm cumming..." You clench around him as your orgasm overtakes you, and you feel his thick, hot ropes fill you. He stays there for a beat, kissing you with his swollen lips before taking himself out and flopping next to you on your bed.

"Y/N?" he asks meekly. "Look at me, love."

You shift to your side so your eyes are trained on his.

"You're my everything. Always have been, always will be." He caresses your cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Will you take me back? I'll never..."

"I know," you kiss his nose as he grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest. "I love you, Eddie."

"I love you more," he play argues with a grin.

"Impossible."

"Nope," he tickles you gently until you swat at him. "And I'll spend the rest of my life proving it."

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #requests

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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how ab peter dating a s/o with witch-like powers? like they can control fire and bring ppl back to life (basically ahs 3 witch powers)

Omg this idea sounds really cool 😯 they'd literally be a power couple hehe (ignore my awful joke sksksk) also I decided to write headcanons instead of a fic, so I hope that's okay <33

Peter Maximoff with a s/o who's a witch

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of violence/fighting

Peter first saw you one day when he was out taking a stroll in the park

He noticed you kneeling down beside a bird who appeared to have a broken wing

He was about to go over and help when he saw you pick the bird up and cover it with you hands

Once you reopened them, it flew away as if nothing happened

He was bewildered by what he'd just witnessed

Thinking you were a fellow mutant, he approached you and introduced himself

You were a bit wary, having heard stuff on the news about people with your abilities being harrassed, assaulted, or killed, but after he started talking about his mutation and stuff you relaxed a little bit and began to trust him more

He found out that you were essentially homeless; your parents had kicked you out of the house after learning about your powers and you had no place to go, so now you just sort of wandered around, using you abilities to help people whenever you could

After you said this, he blurted out, "do you want to come live with me?"

It took him a couple of minutes to explain the place he was talking about wasn't just his home necessarily, but a place for other people like you who had powers the world was too ignorant to try to understand

You agreed, figuring it'd be worth a shot to try it out

Besides, what left did you have to lose?

Once you arrived, everyone immediately welcomed you with open arms, making you feel at home there

You excelled at your classes and made tons of new friends, too

Not only that, but you and Peter started getting closer until one day, he finally asked you out (you obviously said yes)

He's constantly bragging about you and how cool you are to anyone who will listen

Sometimes you'll have races to see who can get to places quicker, him with his super speed or you with your teleporting

Spoiler alert: you tie every. Single. Time

Speaking of teleporting, sometimes you use it to sneak up on him so you can scare him

*pops up out of nowhere* "Hey Peter"

"JESUS CHRI- WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?!?!"

You like making random objects (specifically stuff that belongs to him) fly across the room just to mess with him

He tries to get you back by hiding some of your things, always forgetting you can easily find them with divination

Actually, he probably does it on purpose, because sometimes he'll hide things just so he can watch you find them again. It never fails to amaze him

"How the hell did you find that so quickly?!? My hiding spot was really good!"

"I used magic, duh"

Occasionally he'll let you use mind control on him (with his consent, of course) just to see what it feels like

"Woah! It's like I'm still conscious and know what's happening, but my brain doesn't have any control over my body. So cool"

You don't get mad often, but when you do it kinda scares him, because he knows just how much power you truly have that you don't let on

Let's say you're on a mission, for example, and somehow he gets hurt

Hell hath no fury like when someone injures Peter, because the next thing he knows the bad guy is writhing on the ground in pain and you're standing over them, victorious

Afterwards, you check on him and make sure he's okay, but not until you're certain the bad guy is down for good and won't be getting up again anytime soon

You do not mess around when it comes to your boyfriend's safety

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @nevilleismywhore @xxromanoffxx @your-next-daydream

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goaliekisses · 2 years

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sid's interview with... that dude. madden kept triggering sid with the constant mention of age sksksk.

I see a touch of gray in your hair. That's hard to get used to

-Oh, that's been there for a while now. You just noticing that now? I've gotten used to it for sure.

No hair dye?

-No, I'm just gonna leave it. Look at you.

Your buddy from back home won the Cup. I know you were happy for him but when you were at his party I bet a big part of you is pissed it's not you.

-*laughs* No, I wasn't. I wasn't too bad. Basically wanted to do it again. That's where my mind was. I was happy for him and it was cool to see him experience all that. I could tell that he was pretty happy and the turnout was unreal.

I hear you're doing some fantasy football. How's your team doing?

-Thanks for bringing it up. We're in last place.

That kills you doesn't it? That's got to really hurt

-Yeah...

and him LEAPING to geno's defence when madden tries to suggest sid should take geno's spot on the PP because it's sooooo much easier to get points there:

-Geno's obviously got the big shot. That's really dangerous. He's really comfortable there. I've played down low, I've played the middle, I've played on the other flank as well so I think I'm comfortable playing in different positions and I think ultimately when your powerplay is at its best, it's not going to be everyone in the same spot all the time. For the most part guys seem to carve out certain areas where they're better over time and I think we've been able to do that.

also as usual madden has to ask whether he's "married, engaged or expecting"... expecting. (nope, not right now by the way)

#thanks to a friend for the recording MWAH #madden forever trying to force mpreg sid into canon #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #pittsburgh penguins #nathan mackinnon #colorado avalanche #hockey

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harucafelatte · 2 years

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can i request a scenario where kuro and his fem!s/o are working in the daycare, and suddenly a kid came to his s/o proposing to her (yk that cute proposal a kid did where they promise that they will marry them when they got older) and kuro couldn't help but feeling a little jealous since she accept the proposal and even give the kid a kiss on a cheek? I HOPE IT DOESN'T SOUND WEIRD SKSKSK it sounds cute to me tho 😔

A Small Rivalry

Right after graduating from Yumenosaki Gakuen High School, you suggested to help out at a daycare on top of your producer duties with your partner - Kiryu Kuro. Being the kind and loving person he is, he was beyond delighted when he first heard about your idea and immediately agreed.

One day, the two of you overheard a conversation going on between two children.

"My parents read a book to me last night. It was a very nice story because it was about two people who fell in...lo-love?"

"Love? What's that?"

"I- I don't know...I'm going to ask Ms (Y/N) and Mr Kuro!"

Seeing the child making his way to you, you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

How am I supposed to explain the concept of 'love' to a child?

"Ms (Y/N) and Mr Kuro, what is 'love'?" he asked.

Both you and Kuro squatted down to his level, ready to answer his questions.

"Well, you see..." you began. "Love is when you really care about someone or something, so you try your very best to take care of them and keep them safe!"

"Just like how your parents take care of you and keep you safe." Kuro added on.

"Does Ms (Y/N) and Mr Kuro love us?"

"Of course! We love all of you!" Both you and Kuro said in unison.

"Oh! I also remember that the two people in the story got...married? What's that?" the child asked.

"It has something to do with 'love'. When two people love each other very much and want to be together for the rest of their lives, they get married. They promise to always be there for each other and love each other no matter what happens." Kuro explained.

He's so good at explaining things to children!

Suddenly, the child said something which shocked the two of you.

"Ms (Y/N), I am going to marry you when I become older! You are very kind and you take care of us all the time! I want to stay with you forever and ever!"

Both you and Kuro were left speechless.

Did he just propose?

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts and composed yourself.

"I would love to!" you exclaimed, giving Kuro a quick glance only to see him pouting and glaring at the child.

Do not hurt the child, Kuro...

"Promise?" the child asked.

"I promise!" you replied, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

Happy with your answer, the child grabbed your hand. "Let's go tell everyone that we are going to get married when I become older!"

You were going to follow him around the class when, suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you backwards. This caused the child to lose his grip on your hand and fall onto the floor.

"Sorry but Ms (Y/N) won't be marrying you because I'm going to marry her."

You turned your head and was met with Kuro who was staring daggers at the child.

"Oh...I guess that's okay! You do look nice with Ms (Y/N)!" exclaimed the child, getting up from the floor. "So I'll allow it! But make sure you take care of her!" After he was done, he ran off to join his friends in the playground.

"About what you said earlier...Do you mean it?" you asked, getting out of the awkward position you were once in.

Kuro gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before replying with a quick "I do."

Outside the classroom, a group of children witnessed the entire scene and were gushing over how cute the two of you looked.

"Quickly! We have to plan everything now! When will they get married? Where will they get married? Should we invite Uncle Keito and Souma?"

-Finished-

a/n: Hello anon! This request was so cute! I had too many ideas for this which was probably a bad idea...This scenario kind of reminded me of Gakuen Babysitters. You should definitely check it out if you haven't! Hope you enjoyed!

#☕︎ order ready!#☕︎ customer's order #☕︎ the newest item #kiryu kuro x reader #kiryu kuro x reader fluff #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x reader fluff #enstars x reader #enstars x reader fluff #kiryu kuro #ensemble stars #enstars

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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Mentally comparing Scara to the water spirit in Avatar the Last Airbender the war scene because he would def go that far to avenge his moon spirit, puppet reader.

Anywho, I was thinking about Cyno and I was going through some Instagram stories and one caught my eye so think of how intense Cyno can be at times, and this can be applicable to Chasing the Mirage or Heart Cyno???, reader taking a bite of fruit before putting it down and he stares right into their eyes as he picks it up and bites the same area and I feel like I’m peeping on them because my words do not do the tension and intimacy any justice at alllllll.

So now I keep thinking that Cyno shares a plate with his significant other(s). Eating off the same plate. Sharing food. Maybe making sure that his partner/partners are fed?

And then I slightly lean towards Tighnari waiting until they are physically sitting at the table or by his side and take the first bite before he touches any food. (And then all three wait until Collei joins them and sits first lol.) Karkata I have a bit of trouble thinking for but depending on where they are, Karkata will be with them.

Scara in true Scara fashion, debones any and all fish for puppet reader. Cuts up steak or any other meat for them. They have to convince him they can do so by themselves.

Food is such a love language. Maybe I’m hungry.

💖bloom anon

How dare you bring angst Atla and by extension Yue into this sldndonwmd you're just hurting my feelings now hhh Scara the self-destructive type of lover, self-sacrificing idiot too why don't we, now I wanna expand on the bad ending in Kintsugi smh smh

This is like the reverse of that scene in the first CtM where Cyno hates the idea of his lover indirectly kissing with someone, but does it so boldly and often with them awww but also hot hot

And him sharing the same plate!! That's freaking married couple behavior already haha adding that if Reader can't finish their meal, Cyno would just take their plate and eat from there himself. Sharing morning coffee together, he is not at all picky

Also Tighnari's part of always wanting to eat as q happy complete family cuz he believes that a family that eats together stays together type of shit, might also be the type to prohibit taking even a single bite until everyone's seated/there. And also the person to put the food on your plate himself when you ask to 'pass' something. Kaveh sometimes hates eating with them because he feels so lonely sksksks Karkata helps with food prep and gathering ingredients of course, did you not see how precise its movements are with the mechanical parts back in the quest?!

Actually on second thought, Scara might be the one who takes their plate to fill it up himself to a measured helping, he knows exactly how much his lover eats so he always make sure that they finish their plate clean. If they don't then something is definitely up. And the cutting part is so cute, no Scara stop treating them like a child, please they're 1000+ years old, come on-

Bloom anon sees domestic activities and asked "is anyone gonna write for that?" and doesn't wait for a response hahaha

#bloom anon #exile.goblet #about kintsugi #chase the mirage #exile.reader #genshin x reader #bloom anon has their own version of the CtM alphabet already hahaha #poly cynonari

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eggs-can-draw · 1 year

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komaeda anon: okay, one thing i wanna talk abt is why byakuya, despite being overprotective, still lets shuichi hang around kokichi is bc, for one, he isn't perfect in the whole parenting thing and forgets that rivalries among kids aren't exactly signs of friendship, he's juust so used to competing with his half siblings that it looks like a tamer version of his childhood interactions sksksks

also headcanon that komaeda is great with kids but sometimes has a skewed sense of danger bc HE thinks he's the most dangerous in the room (on a bad luck day) so sometimes he'll allow things kids should NOT be doing—

and thats how kokichi learns how to lockpick

Togami has such a bad pov on friendship like. growing up he had at best his mom and shinobu but like after The Togami Kid Hunger Games Ritual (patent pending) my mans had NOBODY. He looks at Shuichi and Kokichi and thinks "well they aren't like. actively hurting each other so this is probably just what a normal childhood friendship is like" (probably still not the biggest fan of kokichi tho) I mean a lot of the time Komaeda is right to consider himself pretty dangerous considering how volatile his luck can be (Naegi's luck can be pretty dangerous at times too tho tbf) if he's having a good luck day it could also be argued that he gets a bit too overconfident on things he lets the kids do tho since he knows that they'll probably have his luck to fall back on. and on bad luck days, as long as he stays WELL AWAY or plays his cards right, things will be ok in the end ( I mean look at trial 5 of sdr2, yeah his luck really mucked things up but everyone was ok in the end!! I choose to believe he wanted them to live)

#eggs can answer #byakuya togami #nagito komaeda

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z-iridest · 2 years

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thank you for the headcanons lovely! i very much enjoyed them <3 i NEED more details on the whole rivals to friends to lovers thing with Duke 👁👁 (bonus points if the reader is confident, witty, and has that “im attractive and i know it” attitude like he does… just not in a cocky asshole way like him 💀)

(You have officially exposed yourself, Riri! Lmao girl I see your emojis! Not a bad idea though, it's gonna be interesting)

Dating Duke Devlin- Confident, Witty, GN version:

Listen, this boy's hot and he knows it, darling. He revels in the attention he gets.

So, imagine his surprise when the most attractive student at his new school flat out rejects his ass.

You were attractive and you knew it, but you lived by one mantra, "I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't matter."

You caught Yugi and the gang's attention on your first day, and became friends with them after a couple friendly duels (Female reader: Téa was just relieved to have another girl in the group)

Pretty much every student but your friend group was trying to get with you, love notes, confessions, the whole shebang. So, it didn't surprise you when the new kid strutted over to you to ask you out.

"Hey, beautiful, wanna feel my shirt? It's made out of boyfriend material." Cue the flirty wink... He waited with this cocky little smirk. This mf thinks he's soooo suave. Lucky for you, you had a comeback.

"Funny, it feels like it's clingy and hard to maintain."

Tristan and Joey both lost it, howling in laughter. You smirked, watching as Duke struggled to make a comeback. It was fun making pretty boys like him squirm, and it helped that it was making your friends laugh.

"Damn, baby, is it hot in here or is it just you?"

"Actually, I think it's you." You leaned in close, letting him think he'd won for a split second. Just as he leaned in to kiss you, you pressed a finger to his lips. "Because you just crashed and burned."

Yugi snorted, breaking his composure. Three down, one to go. Duke blinked before shaking it off. One more should get you...

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"Nope... But it did hurt crawling up from hell."

Aaaand Téa lost it. Mission on entertaining your friends while turning down a cocky guy like Duke? Accomplished. You left with your friends howling with laughter, walking away with your head held high as Duke stared after you, dumbfounded.

Buuuut, he only took your rejections as a challenge.

For the next several months, you built up a rivalry with Duke, the whole thing kicking off when Duke put Joey in that dog costume and made him act like a dog. You were disgusted, and you actually went to charge him, but Tristan grabbed you and held you back.

You were more than a little happy when Yugi beat Duke, the whole thing being televised and showing Duke for the jerkwad he was acting like.

The months that followed were witty banter, flirting on Duke's part, comebacks on yours

In fact, you guys went back and forth so much, the gang started calling you guys and old married couple

They were mostly just teasing you, but sksksk

But, over the whole rivalry, Duke got to see what you were like.

He fell for you initially for your looks, but man, were you goregous inside too....

You were nothing like the fangirls that went everywhere with him before he met you. You were confident, you were sassy (even with Kaiba, and he thought that was just freaking hilarious seeing that 6 foot tall giraffe boy gets roasted by someone shorter/taller than him)

Duke grew to love everything about you, and after a couple years, the two of you became good friends

As much of a flirt as he was, when someone else did it to you and got aggressive with it, here comes Duke, swooping in pretending to be your boyfriend and scare the creep senseless so they'd back off.

He was there for you through everything: Cheering you on during your ups, comforting you with your downs, even making you laugh so hard some days, whatever you were drinking would come out your nose while he frantically asked if you were okay

But, about 3 years into this whole dynamic, you realized you were falling for Duke during a talk with Téa

She teased you for a solid minute before telling you to tell Duke how you felt, to trust your heart

And, risking looking like a total simp, that's exactly what you did.

"You already know how I feel about you, Y/N, that's not gonna change. More importantly, I want you to be comfortable around me, okay? You call the shots, as long as you want me, I'm staying right here."

Once the two of you started dating, you bet your ass all the fangirls got jealous, but when Duke lays down the law, he lays down the law. None of them would do anything to hurt you, and after a couple months of watching Duke with you, they actually liked the two of you being together.

I'm a firm believer of Duke using the nicknames "Doll", "Cher" or "Shortcake" (the last one if you're shorter than him)

Duke might be flirty, but he's also a gentleman with you

Holding doors, kisses to the back of the hand, the whole deal

Hey, only the best for you

Date nights usually consist of nights on the town or just chilling at his shop playing Dungeon Dice Monsters

By the time graduation rolls around, you and Duke are still together and going strong

After all, Duke Devlin is a man of his word

#yu gi oh dating #dating Duke Devlin #Duke Devlin x GN reader #Flirts and Witty Comebacks #totally didn't look up pickup lines and witty comebacks for this

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silenthillbunni · 8 months

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#being sick but not being allowed to be in a calm and quiet environment is fkn brutal ngl #i have barelt slept anything nd i just wanna keep try to sleep and just rest in bed #buut i have construction work outside. and theyre evil and start at 7am and go to 5pm #qnd its so fkn loud. i have earplugs but still hear it #it makes me so sad nd depressed sksksk #i cant relax and it hurts so bad but i cant leep bc its too loud #going crazyyyyy idk how to endure this sksksksk #cobstruction work us evil esp when the reason for it absolutely bullshit and uneccesary af :((((#i just wanna sleep bc it hurts .... gnna kms maybe

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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hi there, happy one year (wth i thought you were on tmblr for like 30 years??) anniversary! ✨ i'd also like to participate in your event, even tho im late like always so if it's too late then just ignore lol but if not then im choosing blue lock

facs:

- tickling my left leg is a very bad idea. any other part of my body is fine, but left leg specifically is too sensitive and tickling literally hurts wtf

- recently went to a convention but woke up too late so had to be finishing my bootleg hobo shuji cosplay on the way so i was drawing his tats in the tram (might have stayed on for another two or three days oops but luckily gloves are a thing)

- for 20 years of my life i thought that depeche mode was a german band bc 'they sounded like that'

- am a proud plant daddy of almost 40 plant babies, they obviously all have names and nametags in their pots bc it's cute

hope that's enough and happy anniversary once again! 🥳🥳

you know my secret??? it HAS been 30 years, I was on tumblr as a glimmer in my mother's eye in fact.

Meguru Bachira no bouts about it. look at him. Plant dad (would buy hats for your plants). Crazy supportive (100% would abandon his cosplay to assist you), VERY silly and soft. Canonically too precious for this world, he's just perfect for you. Be silly and clueless (affectionate -looking at depeche mode <german accent>). i just need you two to be cute for the press, adorable "it" couple vibes to the fuckign end.

comment another fandom, any that im not in and i'll dd that match brugh you're a moot claim your perk sksksks

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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5

❥ Word Count: 6.8k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, implied smut, daddy kink, angst

❥ A/N: heyyyyy... heyy... how yall doin aldjladjla. Okay, first off, thank you so much for your patience with me and this series. I've had a lot going on these past few months and writing has not been a big priority as a result. I wanted to post this entire chapter at once but it was getting way too long, so I'm splitting it up into a part 4 and part 5. I promise i won't take as long writing part 5 sksksk. This part is pretty tame, no explicit smut or anything but there'll be more in the future i promise. Im posting this mainly to clear my conscience and hold yall over till im done. Thank u very much for your continued support 💕

You knew Naoya Zen’in was rich. He always wore designer clothes, rode in that ridiculously expensive sports car, even his water was overpriced—some kind of brand named “Fine” that was five dollars per bottle. It was all excessive, but you were mostly able to ignore it because it didn’t include you; it was a separate entity that you didn’t need to worry about.

But then came the wedding.

You were hesitant to accept his invitation: going to one of his brothers’ weddings as a guest? You didn’t even know he had one brother let alone multiple; was it really appropriate to go to such an important event when you didn’t even know the groom existed not too long ago?

“I don’t see the problem,” Naoya had expressed one evening, arms wrapped around your waist as you busied yourself at the stove. “You don’t need to be close with them. You’re gonna be my plus one, that’s all that matters.”

“But it doesn’t seem fair,” you had argued. “Like, I’m a complete stranger and I’m coming in to eat your expensive food and drink your expensive alcohol. It just seems really shallow and mean.”

“Babe, they’re not gonna care. Everybody brings a plus one, and half of them I’ve never seen before.” His large hands had found your hips, squeezing as he pulled you back into him. “Just relax, princess. There’s nothing to worry about. C’mon, just say yes and come with me. I already booked the tickets; you’re not gonna make me go alone, are you?”

And that’s what did it, that hint of guilt in his tone that made you feel bad. You could’ve easily said no and pushed him off, told him that you still didn’t want to go and that he would survive without you, but you’d grown a soft spot for him. The two of you hadn’t made anything official yet, but he was acting like a boyfriend, coming over to your apartment often just to be close to you. He would bring food after class or maybe alcohol on a Saturday night and watch a movie with you, falling asleep as he cuddled you on the couch. It was all about the sex before, and now you were seeing a more genuine side to him that you didn’t know was possible. He seemed more like a person, and you found yourself liking him despite him hurting you in the past.

So, you agreed. You bought a dress (which Naoya was very upset to learn about, insisting that he should have had a say in picking the dress and buying it for you; he sulked for the rest of the evening), packed your things, and you were off to the airport together. You were shocked by the state of first class, but you kept your thoughts to yourself, assuming that he was just trying to show off, to impress you. You tried not to pay it any mind, but you couldn’t ignore it any longer once you arrived at the hotel.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Naoya glanced over his shoulder at you, signing the last bit of paperwork before sliding it back to the receptionist, taking the keycards from her.

“What’s up?” he asked, his tone not particularly interested in what your answer may be.

“What do you mean ‘what’s up’? What the hell is up with this place? Why’s it so big? Why’re the ceilings so high? Why’s there a fountain? What kind of–” He shushed you gently, walking over just to rub his hand over your back.

“Calm down, princess. It’s a five-star hotel; what did you expect?”

“I don’t know, I just…” You sighed as he led you to the elevators, holding onto your suitcase tightly. “It just doesn’t seem real. It feels like–”

“A fairytale?” You scoffed.

“Like a prank. I feel like someone’s gonna jump out of nowhere and make fun of me for thinking any of this is real.”

“Damn, that’s a bit harsh, dontcha think?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” you grumbled, watching him push the button to your floor, meeting your reflection once the doors closed.

“Aww, now that’s mean,” he cooed, shifting towards you, leaning close. “I’m not the big bad bully I used to be, you know.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll believe it when I see it.” Naoya hummed, tucking his face into your neck, wasting no time kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin below your ear.

“Don’t worry, princess. Daddy’ll show you how much he’s changed.”

“Oh my God, stop talking.”

“Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t you like when I talk dirty?” You inhaled deeply, turning your head so you were nose to nose with him.

“No, Daddy, I don’t like when you talk dirty when we’re in public.” You meant for the statement to dissuade him, make him back off a bit, but he only smirked and pulled you closer.

“Shit, call me ‘Daddy’ again.”

“Nuh-uh,” you hurried, thanking the universe when the elevator doors opened. You slipped from his grasp, hurrying out into the hall, ignoring his protests from behind you. You knew the room number so you dashed down the hall, giggling with your luggage in tow until you reached the room. Naoya grabbed you not even a second later, arms wrapped tightly around you as he nibbled at your cheek.

“And where do you think you’re going?” His hands moved quickly, touching you in your most sensitive spots, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“Stop, N-Naoya! Quit it, it tickles!!”

The two of you froze when you heard a loud ‘shush’ turning to gaze down the hall at an older woman shaking her head before turning her back on you. You snorted softly, covering your mouth to stifle your giggles as Naoya reached for his keycard, pushing it into the slot above the door handle.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he hissed teasingly, blowing a raspberry on your neck as he pushed in the door. A squeal slipped out of you as you darted inside, the noise dying out once you got a view of the room you were staying in.

Jesus, he really was rich. The room felt like something you’d find in a castle or some high budget Hollywood movie. The room was washed in white and sepia tones, clean but not unwelcoming, busy but not cramped. The king-sized bed was covered in throw pillows, the headboard nearly reaching the ceiling, a nightstand and lamp on either side of the mattress. Across from it was a dresser, a flatscreen TV perched on top, almost the length of your wingspan. A large mirror was placed on the wall, a minibar and coffee machine beside it. Moving further into the room you noticed the plush chairs placed casually beside a breakfast table, a desk and chair mirroring the quaint setup.

But the most striking part of the room was the balcony. You opened the door and stepped out onto the concrete platform, marveling at how an entire couch and coffee table could fit out there with room to spare. You stared out at the beach, breathing in deeply as a breeze rolled by, relaxing even as an arm curled around your waist.

“So? Not bad, right?” You scoffed, eyes closing as another breeze tickled your skin, the sun beaming and reflecting off of the sand.

“Yeah. Not bad at all.” You turned to give him a teasing grin but stuttered when you saw the look on his face. There was no smirk, no narcissistic sneer: it was just Naoya, eyes soft, the corner of his mouth upturned just a bit. He cleared his throat a moment later and the sarcastic smile was back, eyebrows raised.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck you over a balcony. Maybe this is a sign that we should do it.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“Jeez, way to ruin the mood, dingdong.”

“What? I’m just speaking my mind. I mean there’s a couch here and everything; we should take advantage of the opportunity presented to us.” You started laughing, not pushing him away when his arms locked around you and pulled you to his chest, his nose buried in your hair, keeping his face out of view. You sank into his warmth, letting yourself indulge in his gentle demeanor, a side of him that you didn’t see as often as you wanted. His hands soothingly rubbed at your back, lips pressing against your temple as he swayed lazily.

A ringtone ruined the moment. Naoya groaned, pulling back from you to take his phone out of his back pocket. He sighed when he saw the screen.

“I gotta take this. Why don’t you start unpacking, maybe check out the bathroom?” You perked up, nodding slightly before you trotted back inside. You glanced back when he answered the phone. “Hello, sir. How was your flight?” he spoke solemnly, his face flat as he closed the sliding door. You furrowed your brow, watching his demeanor change drastically as he turned to stare out at the ocean–shoulders back, chest forward, as if he were a soldier’s ideal. You hummed inquisitively but decided to tuck your curiosity away for another time, turning away to peek into the bathroom.

It was lovely. A walk in shower, a large tub that looked like it could actually cover your entire body when filled, a long marble counter with a sink and luxurious bathing products tucked into a corner. There were bathrobes hanging next to the towels, and the image of two lovers snuggling up together in the cushiony white robes made your heart swell just a bit. You appreciated everything you saw in the bathroom and left once you had taken it all in, moving to your suitcases. Naoya was still on the phone, stiff as a board, hand flexing occasionally at his side. You pushed your suitcase on its side, plopping down on your knees and opening it up, taking out some of its contents–your bathing supplies, a makeup bag, a pair of heels for tomorrow. You were considering taking out your dress and hanging it in the nearby closet when the balcony door opened and shut, Naoaya coming inside.

“Hey, I gotta go take care of something real quick. I might be gone for a couple hours.” You frowned, pouting ever so slightly.

“What do you mean? We just got here.”

“Yeah, I know, but I gotta handle some business.” You hummed sadly, pouting.

"Where are you going?" He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nowhere important. Just some family junk. Nothing to worry about." He approached you, squatting down to your level and giving an apologetic smile. “Sorry to abandon you the minute we got here. I know you’ll feel so lost without me.”

“Oh, fuck off.” His laugh was lighthearted, easy. He reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the keycards to the room.

“Here’s your key. It also gives you access to different services around the hotel like the restaurants and spa and shit. Don’t lose it and don’t forget it in the room.” You nodded in understanding, reaching for the card, frowning when he pulled it away. “I’m serious, Y/N, don’t forget your card. I’m not gonna swoop down and rescue you by letting you into the room when you forget. I’ll make you sleep outside–”

“Oh my God, Naoya, I get it. You’ll make me suffer if I forget my card. I promise I won’t.” You reached for the card again but he pulled it back farther.

“Ah-ah-ah! You think I’m just gonna give it to you for free? I gotta get something out of this too–”

“Jesus, Naoya, just get to the point.” He smirked, pointing at his lips and giving them a few light taps. You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to press your lips against his, kissing him softly. He sighed against you, free hand finding your neck, keeping you in place. There was a time when you would’ve found that action annoying and weirdly possessive, but right now you didn’t mind. It made you feel safe, secure, like he would never let anything happen to you.

You snatched the card while he was busy, pulling away to meet his shocked expression. He scoffed, shaking his head.

“You little sneak. You’re lucky I lo…” His voice died off, smile faltering as his eyes searched you. You frowned, blinking.

“Lucky you what?” He opened his mouth to speak but shook his head again, returning to his feet.

“It’s nothin. I gotta hurry.” He ruffled your hair as he walked past, snickering when you whined in protest. “I’ll see you in a couple hours, okay?”

“Okay,” you called after, watching him leave. He sent you one last look before he closed the door, leaving you in silence and solitude. You sighed and stood up, shaking out your legs. You grabbed a nearby pamphlet, flipping through to educate yourself on the hotel’s services. You might as well enjoy some alone time while you had the chance.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever been pampered like this before. You’d started with a light lunch, surprised at how accommodating the staff down in the bistro were. It felt like they were being especially nice to you, but perhaps it was because it was so slow. Then the same happened at the spa. The employees waited on you hand and foot, providing exceptional care and service. You spoiled yourself the entire time, opting for a massage, a facial, a manicure and pedicure, hell, even a mud bath.

You hadn’t felt so refreshed in so long; by the time you got back to your room several hours later, you were so relaxed that you felt sleepy. You opted to take a nap since Naoya still wasn’t back, putting on one of the sinfully soft robes and cuddling up under the covers, sinking into the memory foam mattress. You slept for a bit, waking up to a shuffling sound. You peeked through your lashes right as the bathroom door opened, a stream of light illuminating the wall. Naoya stepped out wearing a robe, running a towel over his head as he looked at his phone. He turned into the bedroom, looking up and smiling once he saw you.

“Hey there, dummy,” he mumbled gently so as not to disturb you too much. You hummed, snuggling further into the bed as he walked along his side. He turned on the lamp opposite you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, whining in protest. “Don’t whine; it’s just a little light,” he whispered, climbing onto the bed with you, phone discarded as he settled beside you, face to face.

“What time is it?” you muttered barely coherently, rubbing at your face.

“After seven. I got back around six thirty but I didn’t wanna wake you up.” He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, his palm meeting your cheek. “How was your day? Did you have fun? Did everyone treat you nicely?” You nodded sleepily, inhaling sharply and giving a little stretch, curling closer to his frame.

“It was nice. The food and drinks here are really good. I had a sandwich and soup for lunch.”

“Hm, well, I’m glad my humble five star hotel met your standards.”

“Oh, hush.” He snickered, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you towards him and kissing your forehead.

“What did you do today?”

“Hm… well, I went to the spa and got a lot of stuff done. I took a mud bath which was weird. I was gonna go to the pool but I got sleepy. Oh! And I got my nails done,” you exclaimed, finally perking up after your long nap, raising your hands from under the sheets to show off your manicure. Naoya grabbed onto one hand gently, turning it this way and that to get a better look, humming and nodding.

“Not bad.”

“Not bad?? They look great for your information.” Naoya scoffed.

“Calm down, princess, I wasn’t saying they were bad–”

“Yeah, whatever, you just don’t appreciate nice stuff like this ‘cause you’re a dumb boy.”

“Wow, sexist much? I should call the New York Times and have them write an exposé about how mean you are. Gonna be a twenty page spread about how you’re a huuuuge bitch.” You snorted, slapping his arm playfully.

“Aw, fuck you!”

“Fuck you!” You couldn’t stop your laughter, electing to bury your face in your pillow to hide your giggles. Naoya pressed his nose into your neck, sinking into you and breathing deep. “You smell good,” he mumbled, his voice turning soft as he smelled your hair. Your giggles subsided as he exposed your neck, pressing a gentle kiss against your warm skin. You shivered, hands finding his hair, fingers combing through the two-toned strands. He kissed down your neck, tugging at the sheets so he could trail to your chest.

“You know what I think we should do?” You hummed, urging him to continue. “I think we should have sex, order room service, and then have sex again. I think it sounds like a great idea.”

“Hmm, I dunno… I’m not in the mood for a fancy dinner.”

“You don’t need anything fancy! You can make a special request.”

“But won’t that be annoying to them? What if they say no?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N. I’m the son of the hotel owner. They’re not gonna tell you ‘no’. And if they do, I'll fire ‘em.”

“Don’t fire anybody! That’s excessive.”

“Nothing’s excessive when it comes to my girl.”

My girl. How could two simple words make your heart pound? You sighed, pulling his hair back to get a proper look at his face. He smiled up at you, pushing your robe to the side, burying himself into your chest. He kissed your sternum, nuzzling close and sighing, arms slinking around your waist.

“I’m your girl, huh?”

“Duh. Whose else would you be?” You huffed, nosing his hair and smiling softly.

“Okay, I guess I’ll eat dinner with you… but only if I can get pancakes.”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

“Ooo, whatever I want? What if I want pancakes in the shape of hearts with chocolate and fruit and a big glass of wine?”

“Consider it done. I'll get a grilled cheese and scotch.”

"Pffft–"

“Would you hurry up already? We gotta leave soon.”

“You can’t rush perfection, Naoya.”

“I’m not rushing perfection, I’m rushing you.”

“Oh wow, quoting Spongebob? What are you, five?” Naoya rolled his eyes, smacking the bathroom door before trudging back into the bedroom.

“Just hurry up. We don’t have all day.”

He heard you say something, but it was muffled by the door and he wasn’t curious enough to ask you to repeat yourself. He moved to the mirror on the wall, giving himself another once-over. He smoothed out his jacket, checking his cufflinks and watch, adjusting his pocket square. He briefly wondered if he should remove his earrings but decided against it, fussing over his hair instead. He was about to mess with his bowtie when the bathroom door opened and you stepped out.

“Well, it’s about ti–”

He froze when he saw you, eyes shamelessly raking over your frame. The mermaid dress fit you perfectly, defining your curves, cinching your waist and accentuating your hips. He appreciated that it was off-the-shoulder, leaving your neck on display. Your hair was sensible but lovely, your makeup only adding to your beauty. You picked up your clutch bag, dropping a few makeup products inside.

“Don’t even start. I don’t need you nagging me about how long I took even though it wasn’t long at all.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not gonna nag you.” He approached you with purpose, his hand skimming your hip. “You look fantastic.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Zen’in.” You grabbed onto his shoulder, stabilizing yourself as you got into your heels. He put an arm on you to keep you steady, waiting patiently until you were standing tall. You smiled, removing your hand and taking a step back. “Okay, now I’ll open the floor to flattery.” Naoya scoffed, grabbing your hand and pulling you close.

“You look fucking sexy, but, like, in a mature way.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him do the same with your waist.

“You kind of suck at compliments.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re gorgeous beyond words.” A wave of heat ran through you as you waved him off.

“You’re just sayin that.” He didn’t give a snarky comment; instead he leaned forward, eyes locked on your lips, determined. You stopped him before he could make contact, putting your hand up between the two of you. “Nuh-uh, no kisses. I just did my makeup; I’m not about to let you mess it up.”

“Booo, whatever. Gonna mess it up later, though. Gonna smudge your lipstick and–”

“Alright, Romeo, let’s go before you ruin my look.”

It took a bit of work getting his hands off of you, but you made it out of the room and down to the first floor with minor amounts of manhandling on his part. You reached the lobby, letting Naoya lead you to a more secluded part of the hotel with a hand on your waist. The quiet halls began to bustle the deeper you got into the hotel, and you were surprised when you arrived at an entrance to a reception, not a wedding. You slowed, causing him to stop with you.

“I thought we were going to the wedding?” you whispered to him. He looked between you and the entrance that was about fifty feet ahead of you.

“The wedding happened yesterday and the reception is today.” He noticed your confused pout and pat your hip reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Only direct family was invited so you wouldn’t have been able to go in the first place.”

“Wait, so–”

“Don’t think too hard about it, princess. You’re prettier when you’re dumb.” You elbowed his side, huffing and stomping forward, frowning as he laughed and followed you. “Aww, don’t be angry with me, sweetheart. You’ll get wrinkles.”

“Good. I hope I do!” He caught up to you, arm curling around your waist and pulling you to his side. He kissed your forehead, directing the two of you to the guest list to sign your names.

The venue was stunning. Tables were shrouded with white cloth, candles and flowers on top as well as plates and cutlery. There was a table at the front of the room–presumably for the bride and groom–that was near a table with a basket full of envelopes. Naoya noticed you staring at it.

“Gifts from the family,” he muttered, moving you through the crowd and to your seat. “Mostly money, not like they need it. My father is giving them a house.”

“A house?!” you whispered back in shock, eyes wide as you stared at him. He snickered at your reaction, licking his lips and turning back to you, prepared to speak.

"There you are." Naoya's smile faded in record time, his back straightening as he looked at the voice. You followed his gaze, seeing an older man with a young woman approaching. His mustache was sharp and gray like his hair. He didn't seem very old, but perhaps it was his proud smile that made him look a bit younger. "It's about time you showed up. The reception's about to start."

"My apologies," Naoya replied formally, giving a bit of an apologetic bow. You furrowed your brow at the display. You hadn't heard this artificial remorseful tone in quite a while. You heard it a lot in the beginning of your friends-with-benefits relationship with Naoya, always him saying how sorry he was for going too rough or for cumming on your face when you told him not to, but after that incident with Toji ghosting you, he hadn't used it. Why was he bringing it back now?

"So formal," the man laughed, patting Naoya on the shoulder. "There's no need to be so stiff today. This is the reception, after all! We got through all that stuffy shit yesterday." Naoya laughed along with him, hands stuffed in his pockets. You furrowed your brow, tapping Naoya's arm, leaning in close.

"What's he mean by stuffy?" you spoke softly.

"The wedding, sweetheart." You turned towards his father, unsure how you felt about the nickname.

"Wedding?" you repeated, looking back to Naoya. He shrugged a bit, not making eye contact.

"The wedding was yesterday—"

"I'm surprised it went so well!" his father chimed in. "Traditional weddings can be such a pain, but everything went without a hitch."

Traditional wedding? Yesterday? Is that what Naoya had gone to? Why hadn't he told you? Did he not want you to know? Why wouldn't he? Didn't he trust you?

"Did you go to the wedding yesterday?" you asked Naoya, smoothing your thumbs along your clutch, dreading the answer. You hated how he laughed nervously, looking away from you.

"Well, I mean, yeah. I had to go; my brother's the groom." Ah, there it was, that detail that you were missing, the explanation for his absence. You felt disappointment curl through you, and your first instinct was to wonder if you had any right to be upset. It was a family event, after all, but the least he could've done was told you where he was going. It wasn't too much to ask your boyfriend to let you know where he was going to be.

"So, are you going to introduce me or are we going to remain nameless for the rest of the evening?" You straightened out, prepared to introduce yourself, but Naoya spoke first.

"Sorry. This is Y/N, my neighbor. Y/N, this is my father."

Your heart dropped suddenly, mouth falling closed as you processed his words. Neighbor? Why did he say neighbor? Why would he introduce you that way? And his tone, it seemed so flippant, uninterested in the topic at hand, as if telling someone who you were was a chore to him. You felt a weight build in your chest, heart pounding as you began to stare off into space, trying to make sense of things.

"Ah, your neighbor. And why did you bring a neighbor along with you? I could've found a pretty little thing to spend some time with you." You saw Naoya shrug out of the corner of your eye.

"It was just easier this way. I don't want to have to spend several hours with an entire stranger."

You felt tears prick at your eyes, your breath coming in short and hollow. Oh God, you could feel it, that familiar bubble in your throat that urged you to cry, to sob and let this pain escape your chest. How could such a small action as labeling you as a neighbor instead of a girlfriend make your heart break like this?

"Well, your brother didn't come with anyone, so try not to make him too envious." His father glanced at you, eyes shifting up and down. "Then again, he may not be." Oh, fuck this.

"I'm going to the restroom," you blurted out suddenly, your sentence almost muddled with how quickly you pushed it out. You swiveled before Naoya could even respond, turning your back to the three of them as you hurried to the restroom. It wasn't far—you had seen it tucked away as you walked in—but it felt like an eternity getting there. You rushed in, finding the first open stall and pushing inside. You locked the door quickly, finally sucking in a breath when you were safe and alone.

Neighbor. God, you could feel the tears start to pool, big globs of salty water welling in your eyes, spilling and falling to the floor. You kept both hands pressed to the stall door, leaning forward and staring at the floor, letting your tears hit the tile freely, splashing and creating little puddles.

Neighbor. Neighbor. Neighbor, neighbor, neighbor. How dare he diminish your relationship like that? After everything you'd been through, all the shit you dealt with, the excuses you made for him, all because you thought you loved him. Jesus, he was supposed to be your boyfriend, he was supposed to care–

God… he wasn't even your boyfriend, was he? You two never used labels, never properly defined the relationship. No wonder he just called you his "neighbor". That's all you were, just a nextdoor neighbor who he fucked and used for emotional support. You didn't mean anything to him; you were just a warm body. Jesus, that fucking hurts. Everything else was just fuel to fire that was raging around you. Maybe you could've dealt with him keeping secrets and his shitty father if you knew he was all yours at the end of the day.

You heard the door swing open, light giggles running into the room, a doting mother following behind. You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle your shallow breaths. You felt humiliated enough: the last thing you wanted was for someone to find you like this, to know that you were breaking down in the bathroom.

"Mama, can we go to the pool after this?"

"I don't know, baby. We might be here for a while."

"A while? Knowing the Zen'ins, this reception will go for hours."

"Keiya, please–"

"What? You know I'm right. Aren't I, girls?"

"Do they have ice cream?"

"I–I want chocolate if they have ice cream."

You stood up, grabbing some toilet paper, dabbing at your eyes. You sighed at the sight of clumped mascara on the tissue. You hoped your makeup wouldn't be totally ruined after this. You folded the toilet paper, bringing it to your nose and blowing, getting rid of all the gunk that was accumulating. The restroom fell into silence, and you cursed yourself for being so loud. Maybe they would leave soon and you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself by facing them. The Zen'in men seemed insufferable enough; you couldn't imagine how the women would act towards an absolute stranger. God, just thinking about them shielding their lips and whispering to each other, giving you dirty looks, made you want to start crying all over again.

"Mommy, there's a lady crying in here."

You sniffed, looking down from your tissue to see two tiny eyes peeking through the slight crack in the stall door. You sniffed again, staring curiously back at what you guessed were two different girls.

"Maki, Mai, get away from there! Don't be rude!" But the girls stayed, eyes locked with yours until they were pulled away. "You can't look at people through bathroom doors; it's impolite!"

"Why's a lady crying, mommy?"

"I don't know, honey, but it's none of our business. You can't do things like that–"

"It's fine," you croaked, clearing your throat quickly. You grabbed another ball of toilet paper, dabbing at your eyes once more before blowing your nose, tossing the paper in the toilet and flushing it away. You opened the door quickly, meeting the gazes of the women and girls, giving a flat smile. "They're fine. It was an honest mistake."

"Really, I'm very sorry–" You waved your hand, your smile disingenuous as you moved to the sinks, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. You'd certainly looked better before, but the damage wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. You had some makeup in your bag: you could easily fix up your under-eyes and–

A hand found your shoulder, causing you to look up and meet the eyes boring into you through the mirror.

"You alright, hun?" No, no you really weren't, not now at least. But you nodded regardless, inhaling sharply and looking down at the sink again, turning on the faucet. The woman squeezed your shoulder, making you look at her again. "You sure?"

Oh God, that was it. You weren't sure why but that's what did it, made the tears come back full force and spill without another word. The woman gave a sympathetic look, sighing as she started rubbing her hand on your back. The soft action made it all feel worse somehow and you hung your head, biting your lip to hold back your sobs. She put her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug, squeezing your arm.

"I'm sorry–"

"Shhh, it's okay, hun. You have nothing to apologize for." You stood there in silence, quietly sniffling and letting your tears fall into the sink. The other woman brought you a cloth towel, handing it out to you. You gave a small smile, taking the towel and dabbing at your eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it, hun?"

"I… I don't wanna burden you–"

"You're not burdening me, hun. I'm offering to listen."

You wiped your nose, looking at the woman next to you. Yes, she was a stranger, but there was a kindness about her that made you want to open up, to let your feelings out. It's not like you had anyone else to listen to you.

"Well… I came here with this guy…"

Naoya had been lingering near the restrooms for a while now, checking his phone every couple of minutes to see if you had looked at his texts. What was taking you so long? You'd been in the bathroom for at least ten minutes now, probably close to twenty. Naoya knew that women took longer in the bathroom, but this was ridiculous. What were you doing in there, writing a novel?

The women's restroom finally opened, his aunt, Keiko, walking out with her twin daughters. She glanced at him, quickly pulling her girls away to the reception hall. His other aunt, Keiya, came out not too long after, laughing along with a familiar voice.

"Oh, and don't get me started on her ex; that was a nightmare." She quieted, slowing down as her eyes fell on him. "Ah. Naoya." He was going to throw a snarky comment at her, but you appeared behind her, your head hanging down just a bit.

"There you are," he said, stuffing his phone in his pocket and strutting towards you. "I was waiting for you. C'mon, we gotta go sit down, the reception's about to start." He reached out for you, but Keiya stepped forward, putting her arm in between the two of you.

"How've you been, Naoya? Still living off daddy's money?" He glared at her, giving a nasty sneer.

"I'm fine, auntie. How about you? Still a carpet-muncher?"

"Oh, definitely."

"That sounds fantastic. Anyways, if you'll excuse me, me and my girlfriend gotta go to our seats."

"Ah, so now she's your girlfriend."

"Excuse me?"

"Hey," you spoke up, putting your hand on Keiya's, causing Naoya's eyes to narrow at the action. "I should talk to him." His aunt met your gaze.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I can handle it."

"Okay, hun. We'll get a seat for you, okay?"

"Okay," you mumbled, squeezing her hand before she walked away. She and Naoya shared one more dirty look before she turned and went to the reception.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered, moving closer to you, putting a hand on your arm. "Did she do something to you in there? If she bothered you, I swear to God, I'll—"

"No, Naoya," you shrugged his hand off, taking a step away, "she didn't do anything." Naoya frowned, blinking before he reached for your cheek.

"What's the matter? Are you not feeling well or—?" You pulled his hand away from you, eyes still not meeting his, making his heart beat horribly. "Y/N… what's wrong?" You took a deep breath, fiddling with your clutch bag.

"...Do you like me?" Naoya scoffed, lips twitching.

"Course I do. You think I'd treat anybody the way I treat you?"

"...Are we dating?" He blinked, brow furrowing, mind racing. Why were you asking this stuff? What happened in there?

"I mean… yeah, I guess." A silence fell over you, a pregnant pause that made him anxious.

"...Why did you call me your 'neighbor' instead of your 'girlfriend' earlier?" Naoya narrowed his eyes, thinking back on his conversation with his father.

"I don't know, it just came out. Does it matter?" You scoffed, shaking your head as you finally looked at him. Your makeup had changed just a bit; is that why you were in there so long? Were you changing your look? Or were you fixing it…

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"No, of course not, why would you ask that?"

"I'm trying to understand why someone who I thought was my boyfriend said I was just his 'neighbor' to his father, somebody who you usually introduce your partners to—"

"Jesus, is that what this is all about? You're mad because I didn't introduce you as my 'girlfriend' to my dad?" You quieted, pressing your lips together as you stared at him, waiting for his response. He sighed, pressing his finger to his temple. "Look, if you really want me to introduce you as my girlfriend, fine, I will. We can go to him right now and I can tell him—"

"No, no, I don't want that—"

"Then what do you want, Y/N? I'm willing to fix this and you're telling me no, so what do you want?" You stared at him, opening your mouth and closing it, shaking your head slightly.

"I can't do this anymore, Naoya." He rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't be with you anymore." He froze, eyes darting to you, waiting for the punchline.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I can't keep doing this, I can't have this… relationship with you anymore. I don't know what it is but it's killing me and I can't do it." Naoya stared at you, blinking quickly, unsure how to respond.

"I… wait, c'mon, you're not being serious, right?" You didn't respond, staring off into space, effectively disassociating and removing yourself from the situation. He took a step towards you, cupping your cheeks gently. "Babe, c'mon, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean anything by it, just lemme fix it, okay?"

"Naoya," you said softly, pulling his hands away, "when we get back home, I don't want to see you anymore."

"Wait—"

"I don't want to hang out and I don't want to hook up—"

"Y/N, hold on—"

"—this isn't healthy for me. I can't be with someone who doesn't love and respect me—"

"—who said I didn't—"

"—and I can't keep making excuses for you when you don't change! I keep waiting and hoping you'll learn and do better in the future but every single time, you fuck up and we're back at square one and I can't take it." Your voice wavered at the end, head sagging on your shoulders, making Naoya pause. He'd never seen you like this before, at least not for a while. He'd forgotten how much he hated it, hated seeing your face twisting and tears spilling down your round cheeks after someone broke your heart.

"Y/N—"

"I'll give you back the stuff you left in my apartment." You stepped back, putting a bit of distance between the two of you. "But that'll be the last time I interact with you." You inhaled sharply, turning away from him. He hurried in front of you, blocking your path.

"Y/N, wait, calm down. You're just upset, maybe you're hungry or something. Why don't we just sit down and relax for a bit and—"

"I'm sorry, Naoya." You moved past him, walking quickly away so he couldn't catch up. He watched you go, fists clenching at his sides.

"You're being hysterical, Y/N," he raised his voice after you. "You'll come back after you stop acting crazy."

You didn't stop, didn't give any indication that you even heard him as you rushed into the reception hall, disappearing into the distant crowd. He watched you until your figure faded, sighing once you were out of sight. He felt his heart clench in his chest, hard and heavy, like a rock. He tried not to think too much about it.

As you walked through the busy sea of chatty guests and tables, you felt a weight begin to lift off of you. The air didn't feel as stuffy or rigid as you found Keiya and Keiko at a table with her children. And as you sat down at the seat they saved for you, you realized that the heavy knot in your chest would eventually dissipate and that one day you would be okay.

"Do you want a glass of champagne, Y/N?" You smiled, taking a deep breath.

"Yes. Yes, please."

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