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pray4byron · 3 months

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What the…

HAZBIN HOTEL CAST are like as …

PARTNERS !! (and before that!)

Includes: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Alastor, Sir Pentious, Husker, Niffty, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Lute

Warnings: Swearing, S1 spoilers, sexual references, mentions of abuse, mentions of Valentino, messy, barely proofread

Also side note, if this is highly enjoyed, I will do a Part 2 with more characters!

Charlie Morningstar

Crush!Charlie is a bit obvious. Not TOO obvious, but maybe if you squint hard enough…

Crush!Charlie has a tendency to show extra attention to you, especially if you’re a resident at the Hotel who’s trying to go up to Heaven.

Example: You’re the first person she asks if they need help, invite for a group activity, etc

Despite the fact that Crush!Charlie is really eager to confess her feelings, she truly does find value in getting to know you as a friend first.

She believes that it has its perks, which it does.

Crush!Charlie enjoys getting to know your hobbies, interests, past, strengths, all of it.

But as you are going off on your usual yap sesh about your face topic …

Crush!Charlie can’t help but peck you on the cheek, you’re cheeks just look so squishy and cute!

You’re stunned… You would’ve never thought that.. Charlie? Likes you? Pffff… Ain’t no way!

Crush!Charlie scrambles to explain to you her genuine feelings, and how she’s wanted to be with you for a long time, and scrambles again to ask you if you feel the same.

Now it’s your turn to shut someone up with a kiss.

You give her a drawn out peck on the lips, not too short, but not too long. Just enough to satisfy.

And yes, you do feel the same.

Now GF!Charlie is totally stoked! But she’s also a bit scared of the shoes she has to fill.

GF!Charlie decides to give you a little candy bouquet (that she made!)! Honestly it’s the cutest frickin thing, it has little chocolates and lollipops like AAA get me a Charlie!

GF!Charlie decides to introduce you to her dad, sure you guys have crossed paths a few times, but like, formally this time.

At first Lucifer is intimidated by you (not that he’d admit that), similar to the rivalry he had with Alastor.

But after awhile, he warms up to you, at the end of the day he loves his daughter, and he sees that you do to. So long as you treat Charlie good and you like rubber ducks, he’s chill with you :)

GF!Charlie’s love language is gift giving and physical touch!

On one hand, she loves giving gifts, it’s very soothing for her to go out and find something to give you, or coming up with an idea to make something for you, it takes her mind off of things

But at the other end of the scale, she loves receiving physical touch, she kinda freezes when she does because it’s so much to her but at the same time she enjoys it dearly! Even something as simple as rubbing her hand with your thumb while handling hands, long hugs, or hand kisses send her into a spiral haha

At the end of the day, GF!Charlie loves you a ton and honestly is just happy to be there loving you lol

Vaggie

When Crush!Vaggie realizes she has a crush on you, it’s a bit of an ‘Oh Shit’ moment, y’know?

Due to her secret, and the fact that she has a bit of trust issues, they just don’t go hand-in-hand with love.

Crush!Vaggie is a bit dependent on you to make the first move, but that doesn’t mean she won’t, but she needs you to throw a few jabs first.

The more her crush on you stays and the more she doesn’t do about it, the more it starts to bug her

Crush!Vaggie decides one day she doesn’t know how much more of the subtle flirting and eye contact from across the room she can take, cause deep down, she has a gut feeling you like her too.

So, Crush!Vaggie decides she’s going to confess.

When it comes down to it, obviously you feel the same, and she really wants to make an impact right away!

Now GF!Vaggie decides to plan a little surprise for you, a date!

GF!Vaggie decides to just take you out to the back of the hotel and you two lay down and look at the night sky (as I’m not sure if there’s stars in Hell tbh.)

You two sit there and talk, it gets vulnerable for a bit, slowly but surely starting to break down eachothers walls… But not for too long before one of you is like “NOPE, too much emotions for one day!” haha

At the end of the day, GF!Vaggie, isn’t perfect at this whole girlfriend thing, but for you? She’ll sure as hell try.

Angel Dust

Like Vaggie, Crush!Angel is tempted to “NOPE” out, after falling into Val’s trap, he’s hesitant to try again.

But soon enough Charlie shows him that opening up got her an amazing girlfriend, so he decides, hey, might as well right?

Crush!Angel goes out of his way to obnoxiously flirt with you, but you thought this was normal behavior, as he does it with basically everyone at the hotel.

Crush!Angel thinks it’ll take time, but you’ll catch on, and well… not exactly…

One day, Crush!Angel comes back from a long shoot, and he pulls a good, classic flirt on you, and poof! Right over your head!

And he doesn’t know what got in him, maybe the alcohol, maybe Valentino, maybe the buildup stress, who’s knows, but he snaps…

Crush!Angel proceeds to go off about how he’s always flirting with you and how he just doesn’t get how you’re so blind that you just can’t see it!?

And you start to laugh, which at first makes him more mad.

“Well how was I supposed to know if you flirt with everyone here? I thought it was normal!”

And with that, you walk away, leaving him bamboozled.

The night goes on as normal, you head up to your hotel room, and just as you’re about to turn lights out you hear a knock on your door and a voice from the outside.

“So do you wanna fuck me too, or no?”

The next day, you and Crush!Angel have a talk over a drink or two, and decide, not only do you two wanna fuck, you also want to date!

Now BF!Angel is a bit nervous, but don’t fret! He has that feeling in his stomach that makes him want to grin like he’s never grinned before.

BF!Angel’s love languages are quality time and words of affirmations, considering all that Val can do to him in a day, he doesn’t love being touched without consent, but that doesn’t mean touch is off limits by any means! Just ask and he’ll give it to you!

And for quality time, you and BF!Angel don’t really go out for dates, considering how fans (and Val) are, also considering the fact that he just wants a break from life.

Instead, you two usually just spend time in eachothers hotel rooms, binge shows, give eachother makeovers, play dress up, just being the kids you never got the opportunity to be.

And once he sees that Fat Nuggets likes you, he knows you’re the one.

Alastor

When Crush!Alastor first realizes he has feelings for you, he makes a mental note and goes on with his day.

He doesn’t really understand the point in fussing about it like most do, but then again, he’s not most people.

Crush!Alastor does thoroughly enjoy spending time with you though, he likes to just sorta keep you around.

He sticks up for you, if somebody gives you a problem, it will be handled, even if it’s a bit sadistic, he will do it everytime.

Crush!Alastor doesn’t feel the need to confess directly, but if you ask him how he feels about it, he won’t deny his feelings towards you!

So whenever Crush!Alastor becomes BF!Alastor, he does lay down some ground rules, as a relationship with him, will not be the same as a relationship with others.

BF!Alastor is a gentleman, no doubt. He opens any door that you may come across (car, building, whatever), he asks for consent before doing anything — however intimate it may be, and he does buy you flowers.

But, that does not mean BF!Alastor is perfect, he’s not the most physically affectionate, unless he initiates it himself, and he’s not great with feelings.

If you’re upset, he tries to stay away, not because he doesn’t care, but because most of the time he’ll keep his upbeat energy and act like nothings wrong in attempts to cheer you up — but sometimes that’s just not what you need.

But, BF!Alastor kicks in eventually, and turns on some calming music, turns his radio affect down in volume so the sound doesn’t overwhelm you, and give you a nice, long hug as you two sway around the room.

By far, BF!Alastor’s love language is acts of service and quality time.

BF!Alastor honestly adores spending time with you, you’ve made him feel more alive than he has in years, and he follows you around like a puppy, but he makes it look like you following him around rather than the other way.

And he’ll always do things for you, even if he doesn’t understand them. If they make you happy, he might as well get started on doing them, because he can’t go awhile without seeing your darling face and your beautiful smile.

Sir Pentious

Crush!Pentious is… very… obvious.

But you don’t say anything, cause he’s adorkable.

You watch day after day out of pure adoration as Crush!Pentious tumbled over his words and changes his mind as he tried to make a move, and you loved every second of it.

This went on for awhile, and you started to notice his little quirks, which only made you fall for him more.

Eventually, one day after Crush!Pentious had tried to subtly say that he liked you, you decided to do him a favor.

“Pen.”

“I like you too.”

“I- UHM- WELL- YOU’RE- I- UHM-”

Yeah maybe that didn’t go how you thought it would…

Well in more ways than one, cause Crush!Pentious became BF!Pentious that day!

BF!Pentious was really nervous, he finally had you! But he didn’t wanna lose you cause he did something stupid either… He had to make the perfect move!

So he ended up asking Charlie to ask you a bunch of relationship related questions, and ending up deciding on your dream date with your favorite flowers. Basic, but gets the job done right?

BF!Pentious’ love languages are gift giving and physical touch. Like please cuddle him. He’ll get pouty if you don’t notice. So just notice already!!

BF!Pentious, like Charlie, loves making you gifts! He uses his knowledge from war machines to make something homemade and honestly it’s just the sweetest thing!

Is he perfect? Yes. But for this let’s say no. Does he try? Also yes!

Husker

Crush!Husk can’t even remember the last time he had a crush, but he’s chill with it.

Crush!Husk never planned on officially confessing to you, he just was going with the flow, ya know?

You start talking to him and realize maybe you like him too, but it wasn’t thought about much more than that.

It’s not until Angel asks you, “So are ya fucking or no..?”

And it makes you think, no, but you wouldn’t mind if that were arranged.

So one night, while you’re drunk and talking to Crush!Husk, you say… “Y-Ya knOW! We- We should HAHAH get together! HEHEHEH!” “Talk to me when you’re sober, you’re not making a stupid decision, I won’t let ya.”

And somehow, someway, you remembered that in the morning. So with a headache from your hangover, you go up to Husk’s bar and sit down, “What are we?” “Whatever you want us to be.”

From then on, Crush!Husk became BF!Husk!!

BF!Husk always made sure to look out for you. He’s the ‘defend you in public, correct you in private’ kinda guy.

BF!Husk is big on words of affirmation and acts of service.

He won’t hesitate to tell you how much he loves and cares for you whenever you need it, he’s a very honest guy, but he also loves doing little things to show that he cares.

‘Oh, I did the dishes for you.’ or ‘I cleaned your room.’ or ‘I folded your laundry.’ are things you hear daily.

Niffty

Crush!Niffty is another one that’s very obvious, and quite frankly, she doesn’t care.

Crush!Niffty has been open to you about her feelings since day one, and you make sure she knows you feel the same way.

So basically instantly, she becomes GF!Niffty.

GF!Niffty loves physical touch and acts of service.

She loves cleaning for you, and showing you all her accomplishments. But she also loves hugging you, kissing you, just being next to you is enough.

Life isn’t much different versus life with Crush!Niffty but you love it regardless, and you wouldn’t trade either life for anything.

Lucifer Morningstar

Crush!Lucifer doesn’t really have that shock of realizing he likes you, cause he always has and has always known.

You were the one person who was there after Lilith, even if it was only platonic back then, you were still there.

Crush!Lucifer REALLY likes you and considering how long he’s liked you (literal years) he decides to just man up and say it.

Unsurprisingly, you feel the same way and you two start dating.

BF!Lucifer doesn’t want to lose you like how he lost Charlie and Lilith, so he’s very certain that he gives you everything he thinks you derserve.

BF!Lucifer is a big jumble of all the love languages at once because of this. But I think he leans towards physical touch and words of affirmation.

BF!Lucifer is constantly in need of reassurance as he feels like he’s not enough due to his depression, and also hugs, because y’know, hugs help.

If you have a good relationship with Charlie, which you should, like cmon, he’s ecstatic! And sometimes he needs your help with parenting cause he really wants to try his best for you, and her.

Adam

Adam and you started off just fucking for fun, and fucking for fun turned into, friends, friends turned into- woah… it turned into a crush…

Crush!Adam is fucking clueless, he’s not good with this stuff, just guitar solos (FUCK YEAAHH).

During Charlie’s meeting with Heaven, he slips you a note…

Hey hot babe,

wanna do more than just fuck? (date)

And my God, you better accept because THAT is ART.

BF!Adam is far from perfect, but damn close. He really cares. But his main love languages are quality time and physical touch.

I mean cmon, he’s not great with his words, he can’t do much other than fight, he’s ass at giving gifts (he tried to give you a dildo once). So it’s really the only thing he’s good at, he can sit there, and touch you. That’s about all he knows how to do!

At the end of the day, BF!Adam really tries his best, he loves you, after all :)

Lute

Considering the fact you’re Lute’s boss, she spends a lot of time with you.

And because of that, she starts to develop feelings.

Crush!Lute realizes she has a crush on you almost immediately, although she hesitates to tell you, due to how much you guys are together and her job.

But after awhile, she has a bit of a ‘screw it’ moment.

And boom! She turns into GF!Lute.

GF!Lute is a whole new version of the person you had gotten to know. Her wild side comes out, unlike her normal stoic side. (Example: “RIP VAGGIES CUNT MOUTH OUT ‘ER ASS!!!”)

Also side note, GF!Lute is committed as fuckkk. Once she’s there, she’s there for good, cause she loves you!

— END.

Hello! This is my first Hazbin post! I haven’t written for these characters in a solid year so I hope it’s alright! As I said up top, if this gets a lot of love, then I’ll do a part two (Which will include Cherri and the Vees to name a few~) ! Also don’t mind my Lute bias lmao, she’s my fav, she’s so hatable but idgaf and I love her vibe lmao! I’m hyperfixating on Hazbin since the first season just came out lmao! So please send requests! Love ya :)

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 8 months

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I've been reading a lot of Korean isekai webcomics lately and given me an idea of being Malleus or Leona fiance who he didn't even love at all ( liked he thinks they are being too clingy or something like that but in reality they care about them and try help them out with daily tasks and try to bring something interesting to lighten the mood or the very least lift up their mood to at least feel better )

and reader taken over the body of said fiance and just like " I don't wanna get killed, or die, I have magic to help me out so I'll just run away from here " and just left him to venture out in the world maybe settle in somewhere outside of the kingdom to somewhere else in a small village to settle, and when they realize that how much their former finance care for them and realize they are no longer in the castle and looking for them

And what do they feel when they see her ( fae or beastwoman ) with a human male who made her really happy when they found her

Manwha Mistreated Married Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

It's downright unfair to be the only one trying in this arranged marriage setting. Not to mention the lack of care when it comes to hiding their growing interest in this Yuu character. Why shouldn’t you be allowed happiness with your own human, far away from the unforgiving environment of their castle? What’s worse is that they will come running and it is not to congratulate you:

Leona Kingscholar

“What the-”

When he finally does get around to actually doing the paperwork of being a prince

He finds that he’s been sent a constant barrage of divorce material

And then he’s reminded that he’s been married off to…someone he can’t even be bothered to remember

But he looks at the official Royal portraits of you

And goes to search

He wanted to see what he was working with

“Uh your majesty, they’ve been gone for over a year now.”

A year?! Already

So he reaches into the back of his mind to the memories of you

Reporting how much of his work you did for him or how you gifted him some new pillows as a gift

It makes him feel itchy

So he begins an arduous search for you

Something that takes longer than he expects

Eventually finding you working on a farm

Clearly making goo-goo eyes at the pathetic buff farm hand

So he decides to pop your bubble, revealing that technically still married

“Oh, I know that. But they’re waitin’ on you to finalize the divorce, y’know?”

Drats

There’s nothing more he hates than watching you look longingly at each other despite being so close

But he can’t bring himself to sign his name

Preferring to instead fight for his ownership of your heart

And if he has to get dirty he doesn’t mind

It just means he’s one step closer to making you return

He wants you to come running back to him

To hang off his every word as he does now

To kiss his knuckles and tell him how good of a husband he’s been

Malleus Draconia

“I’ve misjudged you…I’d appreciate if you returned home now.”

It's a wake-up call to have you laugh in his face when he says this

Usually, any protests would be met with his immense strength and magical prowess

But too bad his grandmother set him up with someone of near equal standing even worse better you seem to have been training

It was a past time for you as you moved into a non-descript village

All to retreat from a spouse obsessed with the first human to express any interest in him

Now forget all the times you attempted to converse with him or let him ramble about gargoyles

Only to be ignored or spat at for imitating his ‘child of man’

Well if he liked them so much he shouldn’t have minded when you wordlessly took a hiatus from the kingdom

No one seems to miss you, your presence is filled by the buzz of a human being around

But when that human leaves for home or turns in to achieve that sleep they so desperately need

He misses you

Finds even he unexpectedly snaps when his best friend reaches to sit in your chair

What strange magic…for him to wish you were present

He finds you easily

And is surprised when you wretch in disgust when he arrives

And if you’ve taken a guardian role to some poor orphan child they copy the behavior

Constantly reminding him of your supposed dislike

He’s not fond of this version of you at all

So he lingers like a dog kicked outside

Watching from a close distance as you live your new life

Sparking something in him as he finds you absolutely alluring at every angle

Suddenly that human’s pleas for his return become the static of something irritating

He needed you to come back and if a distraction was what was stopping you then so be it

But you’re so empathetic they might prove themselves useful as the king’s bargaining chip

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus #yandere leona #yandere leona twst #yandere leona kingscholar #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere x reader #yandere leona x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes

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suguruplsr · 8 months

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Chubby Chaser!

✰ ✰ ✰ chubby chaser!Suguru head cannons

જ⁀➴ just hear me out y’know.. like.. i just couldn’t help it

also ,, perv!suguru x chubby n’ (kinda) oblivious reader. groping , jerking off , panty stealing , fingering , mentions of slapping , pet names (pretty/pretty girl) , idk

dividers from @/cafekitsune

chubby chaser!Suguru who meets you at a small cafe. a cute worker prancing around and stealing hearts with that lovely smile of yours, the skimpy pink uniform hugging your plush so nicely. which did earn you some tips that you always tucked discreetly in your bra. including some from himself.

chubby chaser!Suguru who can’t help but just add an extra $50 with his pay. the jiggle of your thighs were just too distracting. He even gives it to you directly, just to watch you slide it in your bra with a small wink. you’re too cute.

chubby chaser!Suguru who shows up more often just to look at you, who notices him becoming a frequent customer during the evening hours. But how could you not? He had a few piercings that adorned his face, long black hair that was usually tied into a man bun with a bang that framed his face well. the epitome of sexy, at least in your opinion.

chubby chaser!Suguru watched you so much that there's been multiple moments that you've tried to get a good look at the alluring man, only to find him already staring at you. and you're pretty sure he gets a kick out of seeing your shocked expression from the way a smirk always seemed to tug on his pretty lips. observing as you try to find something to distract you so he wouldn't notice your flustered state.

chubby chaser!Suguru who eventually talks to you. but not at work. you were in a library, reading a few books and picking some to check out that were on your tbr so you could finally read them. only to sumble upon him..

you scroll through your phone, reading the long list of titles in your notes with a small pout on your face, trying to find the book title of a excerpt you read a while ago. but you just couldn't seem to remember! unfortunately, in the midst of your confusion, you ended up bumping into someone, staggering and nearly falling only for a firm large arm to wrap around your waist.

"you okay?" suguru smiles at you sweetly, recognizing your face and the cute pastel jewelry decorating your body. "yea, sorry. wasn't paying attention.." the tone of your voice lowers as you realize who exactly you bumped into. the hot scary guy who always sat in the corner of the cafe you worked at.

"no big deal sweetheart." you'd cringe from the nickname if your stomach didn’t twist in delight from how smoothly it rolled off his tongue. the words of disgust immediately dying in your mouth as you try to form words, watching him pick up his book.

"wait. is that b/t? i've been searching for that all day. please don't tell me it's the last copy." you ramble, looking up at him with adorable doe eyes that he couldn't help but fall for. "it is, but give me your number and perhaps we could work something out." he gives a smile that makes you feel like a teenage girl again. quickly reaching in your purse and grabbing your hello kitty themed notepad.

chubby chaser!Suguru who becomes a constant in your life. two strangers becoming best friends within weeks. from him walking you home to sleepovers and trying make up on him. not like he’d ever let another person see him such a vulnerable state anyways. his grunge aesthetic always clashing with your soft one. making onlookers avoid talking to you in fear of the man who always had a arm draped around your back shoulders.

chubby chaser!Suguru who you get so comfortable with that you’re used to him opening your soft, large thighs and placing his head between them. practically melting in the warmth of them. sometimes thinking of letting you suffocate him. other times, when your breasts feel too heavy, he holds them for you while you lay down. such a good friend! squishing the jiggly skin of them through your shirt, happy that you weren’t wearing a bra so he could see how your hard nipples poked through.

chubby chaser!Suguru who convinces you to wear those cute skirts and stockings he always see you eye at the mall. wanting you to become more confident in your body of course! only with the fee of accidentally flashing him with those panties of yours that hugged your fat puffy pussy so tight that he got hard just from seeing the outline of it for the first time. so he always makes sure to purposefully trip or push you a few times to see your skirts fly up. but he apologizes so it’s okay!

chubby chaser!Suguru who has to hide in your bathroom to quickly bust a nut afterwards! the strain was too tight even for his baggy sweats. only to end up leaving such a large mess on a pair of your panties he found laying in there, but taking it to not leave evidence of course. one pair slowly turning into a two new pairs every week, noticing the patterns of your forgetfulness and always stealing them before you could ever realize. just imagine his happiness when you ended up buying more because you lost so many!

chubby chaser!Suguru who spends his nights and mornings fucking into the cloths, thinking of fucking you from behind. he was sure he’d definitely spray a load onto the jiggly skin of your thick ass before making you arch your back. wanting to the see the wet cum spread across your ass with each hard thrust. maybe giving it a few slaps for being such a slut that you always grind your ass on him whenever you bump into him. Those skimpy short skirts always allow him to feel some of your ass right against his pants. the friction making him so hard.

low groans flood through suguru’s room, a pair of black panties wrapped around his hand as he strokes his cock. “mm, yea just like that—“ his cock twitches, imagining the feeling of your fat pussy wrapped around his thick girth. “oh shit— fuck, sweetest fucking pussy” grunts fall from his lips as cum spurts around the fabric, staining it. he lays back with a small hum, making a mental reminder to wash it in the morning.

chubby chaser!Suguru who always makes sure to hide his stash of your flimsy panties well. washing them on sundays before goes over to your house to help you clean. when you’re not looking, he’d sneak them in your drawer specifically for your underwear. there’s no way he never rummaged through there before. he just guessed correctly the first time…right?

chubby chaser!Suguru who is surprised to find you in front of his door one day. crying and sobbing after your date left you at a restaurant for over an hour. under the guise of needing to grab something from his car. but of course your best friend suguru was going to help you, always so nice, making your sadness disappear with his thick fingers deep in your tight cunt.

“m’not used to this su..” you mumble, biting your lip as his finger ghosts your clit, slowly circling around your wetness and teasing in a few times. “really? no one made my pretty girl happy huh? not like this?” suguru sigh’s disappointingly, his finger slowly entering your wetness, curling them at the sound of your whimpers.

“suguru! mm.. finger s’too thick!” you whine, voice slurring as your fingers dig into his wrist. “you haven’t even seen the half of it..” he chuckles lowly to himself, his eyes stuck on the way your pussy soaked his finger, unconsciously entering his index finger too. his fingers thrusted into your wet cunny so much, your thighs shaking around his forearm.

“oh! um, wait— fuck! please!” you buck against his fingers eagerly, wanton moans leaving your lips, begging in a needy haze at the feeling of his fingers brushing against the sensitive spot in your cunt. “please what? gotta use your words pretty” his voice was sweet, eyes looking into your teary ones with a low gaze that made you want to hide, so exposed.

“please..” you hiccup, whining at the feeling of his swatting away your clawing hands, trying to stable yourself. “please make me cum!” you sob trying to grab his thighs, but they were too large even for your chubby hands. you could feel your mind swirl, only for him to intertwine his free hand with one of yours. “touch yourself f’me, and i will.” you smile drunkenly at his words, constant ‘thank you’s spilling from you play with one of your nipples, rolling the bud between your fingers.

he sucks in a breath at the sight, desperately wanting to see you cum. you were practically fucked out, tears rolling down your face as you tried to get off on his fingers. he couldn’t help but rub the erection in his pants against your soft thighs, his fingers working faster to make you cum. “sugu! m’gonna—“ a loud moan left your lips as you came, suguru leaning down to take in all of your whines with a messy kiss, trying to ignore the wet patch in his pants.

chubby chaser!Suguru who keeps taking care of you, making your sad woes of failed dates always go away. he had gotten used to your weeping self coming to his house at late nights, needing him to stuff your sweet cunny with his fingers, again, and again. who you begin to feel bad for, realizing that despite your friendship becoming confusing, he was always there for you and would do anything for you!

chubby chaser!Suguru who you confessed to after nearly a year of friendship, so grateful to have him, especially since he helps you from time to time. that despite knowing of him being such a perv, stealing your things, always groping and smothering you, you love him very much! you couldn’t help but bless him with being able to fuck your sweet cunny the day you confessed ♡

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beenbaanbuun · 2 months

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Ateez with an s/o who's always a little horny right after waking up. That's it. That's the thought.

(This totally doesn't come from the fact that I'm like that and wake up constantly wishing yunho's fingers or mingi's head were between my thighs)

~lyra

OKAY SO THIS?!?!?!? IMMACULATE IDEA!!

(warning for smut and somnophilia but i feel like that’s obvious)

seonghwa

okay so i’m of the opinion that seonghwa will do anything to keep the love of his life happy

if that means letting you grind on his thighs when you wake up first thing in a morning, then so be it!

like i can imagine him waking up to your moans one morning, all bleary eyes and confused while you try your hardest to push yourself to an orgasm

he watches through his lashes for a second while he decides what to do because he’s still tired but he can’t leave his love to suffer!

“just use my thigh, darling,” he mutters eventually, voice still a little scratchy, “i cant sleep with you squirming about like that.”

you’re a little confused, but seonghwa just pulls you closer and slides a thigh between yours

“there you go,” he says as you grind down, “now go crazy, darling.”

hongjoong

hongjoong strikes me as someone who likes to use toys in the bedroom (idk why, he just gives me those vibes)

like he collects them like pokémon cards and just keeps them in one of his drawers for when the opportunity strikes

and it does strike when he wakes up one morning to you moaning and squirming in your sleep

he takes him time picking a toy out before shaking you awake and dangling in front of your tired eyes

“you want this, baby?” he watches as you sleepily nod, “ask for it like a good girl.”

and even though your voice is slurred with sleep and your eyes are already fluttering closed again, you can’t help but quietly beg for what hongjoong is offering

yunho

oh you’re so right about yunho’s fingers - i am a huge fan of them personally and i think he definitely gets off on seeing his partner fall apart on them

so when you have a conversation with him about always being horny when you first wake up, a million ideas flood his brain

“what if i woke you up by making you cum?” he asks as if it’s the most casual thing in the world, “y’know, play with you a little to get rid of that tension.”

you’re practically squirming in your seat at the idea, and of course yunho can tell

so the next time you sleep over, he puts it to the test and begins to play with your clit first think when he wakes up

and by the time you even wake up, he already has two fingers stuffed deep inside of you fucking you mercilessly as he pushes you closer to the edge

yeosang

yeosang would be so nonchalant about it but in the best way possible

like it’s kind of hot when you nudge him awake, a whine climbing up your throat as you struggle to make yourself cum with your fingers

he just grunts at you tiredly and pats his lap for you to climb on, which you do in a heartbeat

“you can ride me if you want,” he says with his eyes still closed, “i’d fuck you but i’m too tired right now.”

and you’re kind of too tired as well, but the horniness outweighs it and you power through the ache in your bones as you work to get him hard before sliding down onto his cock

and the moment you’ve finished he’s wrapping you in his arms and pulling you to his chest

“10 more minutes and then we’ll get up.”

san

if you don’t think san is doing everything in his power to make his lover happy then i’m afraid you’re incorrect

so when he finds out about your little morning horniness problem, he’s obviously filled with sympathy and compassion (and horniness…)

“you can wake me up, you know,” he shrugs, trying to seem chill about it, “or just use my body, or some shit. i don’t mind, babe.”

and of course you take him up on his offer; you use any part of his body you can think of

his thigh, his bicep, his abs - it’s all on the table for you, and it’s so good every single time

and when he wakes up to see you already a moaning mess, grinding on the muscles he’s worked so hard on, it’s safe to say you’ll have to prepare yourself for round two… and three

mingi

i’ve said it a million times before but this man has an oral fixation and you know i’m right!!!!

so obviously when you complain about how much you hate waking up horny all the time, it’s like christmas has come early for him

“do you want me to sort that for you?” he perks up, eyes glistening like you’ve just given him the moon, “i can sort that for you…”

and of course you agree because you’re so sick and tired of always having to wank first thing in the morning!!

but what you don’t know is that the alternative mingi is suggesting is you waking up to him mouthing at your core like a starving animal each and every morning

you cant complain when he does the job so well though

he always makes you cum at least three times before pulling away and shoving his dick inside of you to solve his own morning wood problem…

wooyoung

again, i’ve said it a million times before but he’s such an evil little shit!!!!

like i can imagine him waking up pretty early in the morning, only to hear the sweet sound of your moans echoing through the room

he turns to you with an amused grin, watching you way your face screws up as you desperately paw at your clit

“want some help?” you nod desperately, “you’ll have to say sorry for waking me up first. i couldn’t sleep with you being so loud!”

and if you weren’t so desperate you wouldn’t even considered it for a millisecond, but you’re right on the edge and you just need one more thing to push you over the edge so…

“m’sorry, youngie,” you say with a sleepy voice, “please make me cum.”

and how can he say no when you ask so nicely??

jongho

jongho is another little devil who i think takes great pride in teasing you for being so horny

“you want me to fuck you while you’re still asleep?” he cocks an eyebrow at you when you first bring it up, “you really can’t get enough of me, can you honeybun?”

and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, even though he’s right; you really can’t get enough of him…

the next morning you wake up to jongho’s moans in your ear and a heavy cock spreading you open and fucking into you

“g’morning,” he grunts into your ear, “didn’t think you’d be asleep for so long but i guess you’re a slut even in your dreams.”

the both of you finish pretty soon after you wake up, and the moment you do, jongho goes back to being his usual teddy bear self

literally has you pinned to his chest and his soft cock still inside you for pretty much the rest of the morning

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez asks #ateez drabbles #ateez oneshot

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dakotalun · 2 years

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"Answer it" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Chrissy couldn't have called at a worse time.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), dom!eddie, fingering, threatened orgasm denial, cunnilingus, degradation (whore, slut)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: First time publishing my smut scenes somewhere. Little scared.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

“Fuck baby,” He kisses that spot that gets you arching your back off the bed, moans falling from your lips. He dives back into your pussy at a relentless speed, licking and sucking your clit. You’re so caught up in his movements that you almost don’t notice your phone ringing. You look over to see who could be calling you at this time, which is the worst time for someone to call by the way. You notice the caller ID as Chrissy, your best friend. God out of all the times she could be calling, it had to be right now, while I’m getting eaten out.

Eddie lifts his head up, stopping all movements on you, “Answer it.”

“What?,” You’re not sure you heard him right because he couldn’t possibly want you to answer the phone right now. He is laying between you, making you moan so loud that the entire trailer park could probably hear, “You can’t be serious, right?”

“Hundred percent serious, now answer it.” His voice is stern and dark, you look at him wide eyed meeting his eyes. You try and plead with him but it doesn’t work. And by the time you go to answer the phone, the call drops.

“Call her back.”

“But-”

“Right. Now,” He lifts himself up so he’s kneeling between your legs, still holding your thighs open.

“But, can’t I just call her later, y’know after,” You emphasize the last word to hopefully make him see how desperate you are right now.

“No, call her back right now. And the entire time I’ll be right here,” He strokes one finger over your folds, “pleasing you like the slut you are,” He plants a kiss to your inner thigh, making your eyes roll back because he is so close yet so far from where you need him, “And if you so much as stutter or moan, or even whimper, you won’t be coming tonight,” His big, brown eyes are piercing yours, a silent warning.

“Fine,” You groan and open the phone and hit the call button next to Chrissy’s name. The phone rings a few times before she picks up.

“Hey Y/N, are you busy?” You look down at him, trying one more time to plead with him silently, he just winks and go back to what he was doing.

You have to bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to leave your lips. Taking a deep breath before answering, “Uh, no, just chillin’. What’s up?”

“Oh good, I needed to talk to you about this party that Henderson is hosting, the after hours pool party?”

What she says seems to peak Eddie’s interest and he looks up at you, not stopping his movements. You stare back at him before just rolling your eyes and focusing on Chrissy again, “Oh yeah, what about it?”

She clears her throat, “Well I was wondering if maybe, if it’s not too much trouble, you can absolutely say no by the way, but, if you could-”

You cut her off before she can finish because you know where this is going, “Yes I’ll try and set you up with Steve, I’m sure Dustin would be down to help as well,” Your voice falters just a little bit in the middle as he licks that sweet spot on you.

“Really?! Oh thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou! You have no idea how happy that makes me!” Chrissy squeals on the other end, causing you to move the phone away from your ear.

“Yea I’m glad I could help, is that-” At that moment Eddie slams a finger into you, midsentence. You feel like he’s trying to make you blow your cover. You do your best to muffle the gasp that comes from inside, “all you called for?” You try and not sound like you wanna get off with her but god do you. You love her but she’s really ruining this.

“Yea but now I need help figuring out an outfit, I feel like everything I own isn’t cute enough, I mean do you think I should wear the black bottoms with the wrap top or the binder top? Or should I wear my one piece, because I mean wearing a bikini around him will be nerve racking. OH or I could wear my blue bikini, but wait aren’t you wearing your blue one? I don’t want to be all matchy matchy with you. Not that I wouldn’t want to! It’s just do I really want Steve to see me that way, what if he thinks we’re dating. I mean I know you’re with Eddie and all-” At the mention of his name he speeds up his attacks on your clit and adds another finger. It takes every ounce of you not to moan right into the phone, the way he’s moving right now is making it hard to function.

“Y/N?” Chrissy calls from the other end.

“Hm?” “I asked if you think I should wear the black bikini or the one piece. Are you okay? You seem distracted.” Shit she’s gonna catch us.

“Oh yeah I’m fine,” He picks up the pace again, making you bite down on your hand, “Just thinking. So what about this, you and I go shopping for new swimsuits tomorrow, that way you can wear something new and really impress Harrington? I’m sure he’d love to know that he’s the first to see you in it,” You try to get every word out as fast as possible before another moan surfaces. The way he’s teasing and just rutting his fingers into you is making your head spin.

“That’s a good idea. Okay so what time do you wanna meet up?”

“I don’t know, how about noon. That way we can,” You clear your throat to try from moaning, “get lunch too. Sound good?” She takes a minute before she responds.

“Uh yea that should work. Call me when you’re on your way?”

“Yup. See you tomorrow.”

“Great. Love you.”

“Love you too,” You hang the phone up as quick as humanly possible and let out the moan that you had been holding in the entire time.

“Shit baby,” He lifts his head from between your legs, keeping the pace of his fingers, “you kept getting tighter the more she kept you on the phone. Does the thought of getting caught really turn you on that much?”

You couldn’t control the walls of your pussy clenching at the thought. Getting caught while he’s fucking you senseless is like, fuuuck.

“Oh you do? I felt the way you clench around me. You like the thought of someone finding out how much of a whore you are,” He just tuts and goes back to abusing your clit with his mouth.

The feeling of his sucking and licking your clit while also finger fucking you is becoming too much and you begin to feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Shit Eds, I’m gonna cum,” You whine as he keeps up his movements.

“Then cum for me. I want you so cum all over my face,” He pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his mouth, ready to lick up all that spills out when you finally topple over the edge. His fingers go to your clit, rubbing tight circles causing you to wrap your hands in his hair and pull. This earns a groan from him as he continues to lick you.

“Come on pretty girl. Cum for me, make my face wet with your cum. I want to taste all of you.”

The vibration of his groan and his words are enough to make you fall over that edge. He laps at you, taking as much of you as he possibly can, still fucking you through your orgasm. You slowly start to come down from your high, releasing your death grip on his hair and relaxing them by your side. Your body is rendered motionless, you can barely move a muscle.

“Good girl. You did so well for me, you didn’t mess up once. And god you tasted so good, I could sit between these thighs for hours,” He strokes your thighs as he comes up to lay beside you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. You snuggle in close to him, happy to just be with him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He kisses your temple, “Now what was that I heard about a pool party?”

#eddie stranger things #dustin #munson #eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #female reader #oneshot #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #steve harrington #steve x chrissy

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catscidr · 4 months

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YANDERE DOTTORE X READER JAHEKWHZBAKNA

happy to see most dottore enjoyers sharing the same braincell. even happier to provide that good good dottore content (〃ﾉωﾉ) answering two asks in the same post bc it would be too repetitive if i made them separate agshfjns- next post will feature either childe or al haitham (depending on which one i finish first) (giving everyone a break from dottore for a hot sec) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: yandere dottore (obvs), not quite proofread, dottore is named zandik in the mini-fic includes: gn!reader, dottore, his clones are kinda there, pierro and the tsaritsa are also mentionned. a handful of headcanons + a mini-fic wc: 1,8k

-ˋˏ Despite what most people might think, Dottore isn’t a sadistic man. He only hurts people if it’s necessary- if it helps with his research- and even then, it’s not like he enjoys inflicting pain, he enjoys the knowledge he gathers as a result of such experiments

-ˋˏ ...That doesn't apply with you though. He likes to see you squirm, to do things that make you react, whether positively or negatively. He’s that desperate and needy

-ˋˏ He’s a man that doesn’t go out much because of his work. So how could you blame him for wanting your attention?

-ˋˏ I think he’d be the type of yandere to just be incredibly obsessed with you. Always having someone checking in on you (his segments, of course) to report back to him so he knows what you’re doing at all times, probably the type to have an entire folder with your personal information in it as if you were one of his test subjects

-ˋˏ Not to mention he would be extremely manipulative, too. Dottore is the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing; a handsome face with dubious intentions.

-ˋˏ He wants to have your attention 24/7, to never have you take your eyes off of him, but he can’t do that if he stays holed up in his lab. Unfortunately for him he's very clingy

-ˋˏ But Dottore is a patient man (he was able to create an artificial God y’know- that kind of thing doesn’t happen overnight), so he takes his time with you- getting to know you, having his segments stalk you (he’s not the one doing it, so it’s fine, right?)

-ˋˏ You’re just like a frog in a pot boiling water. If you put it in the pot immediately, it’ll jump out as soon as it makes contact with the hot water; but if you put it in room temperature water and boil it slowly…

-ˋˏ The Harbinger knows your “relationship” isn’t an experiment, but at the same time it’s hard to say that he isn’t studying you. Having a mask that obscures his wandering eyes is definitely an advantage

-ˋˏ It doesn’t matter who you are, he would bend his schedule just for you. He’s that thoughtful! Since he’s practically his own boss (aside from various deadlines and meetings) he can do whatever he wants. Who’s going to tell him off? Pierro and the Tsaritsa don’t care how he achieves results as long as he gets results. So, expect to “accidentally” run into him more times than a regular person would

-ˋˏ You’re a fatui agent? Suddenly one of his experiments requires him to watch how soldiers (you) fight and train. You’re just a normal civilian? He’ll figure out where you work and find excuses to come see you just to chat

-ˋˏ It’s even better if you work a customer service job. You work at a cute coffee shop? What a coincidence, he loves coffee! Now he’s a regular and you know his order by heart. (I like to think he actually hates coffee but powers through the bitter taste and energetic aftermath just because it gives him an excuse to bond with you)

-ˋˏ You work at a grocery store? That’s perfect, he’ll start doing his groceries at your store from now on (you don’t point out how every week his groceries- without fail- consist of mozzarella sticks, a whole rotisserie chicken, cheap red wine, a pack of cigarettes and a singular loaf of whole wheat bread.)

-ˋˏ If you’re not in the fatui, chances are you don’t know who he is (he doesn’t go out much, after all) so it’s easier for him to play up the “good guy” role (wolf in sheep’s clothing from before nudgenudge). He’s a very smooth talker

-ˋˏ Of course, you’ve heard rumors about “the Doctor”, one of the Tsaritsa’s Harbingers, a feared man all across Teyvat. So it’s a good thing that your new friend’s name is Zandik and he’s just a normal surgeon that works in a private hospital! Nothing suspicious, 'course not

-ˋˏ Both of you engage in small talk whenever you cross paths. He’ll ask questions about you (even though he already knows the answer to them), all so that you can feel seen and heard- who cares about him, about what he does? This is about you. He wants you to tell him everything

-ˋˏ The kind of person to use the excuse that he had a Ph.D. for a lot of things. You whine that your shoulders have been sore for longer than usual? He’ll get up from his seat and get behind you, sliding a hand just under the collar of your shirt to press and prod at your muscles to check if there’s anything wrong (good thing you can’t see his expression from behind you), saying he "knows best" whenever the (your) human body is brought up

-ˋˏ His patience isn’t endless, however. If he sees that this isn’t going anywhere, that you seem to be keeping him at arm’s length despite your “connection”, he’ll just take things into his own hands. And even though he doesn’t really get off from causing pain, he’s not afraid to make you squirm either

It wasn’t unusual for you to grab a bite to eat with the Doctor occasionally. Working at a local coffee shop had its perks; one of them being how you could make drinks for free and eat snacks at a discounted price. Though you never needed to worry about money since your friend would always tip you handsomely, basically paying you for the snacks you brought to the table.

Closing shop was easy enough when you had someone to keep you company while you swept the floor and wiped counters clean. He sat at one of the booths, cup of coffee in hand (you started making it decaf when you noticed his nose scrunch one time when he drank his usual order), watching you work idly.

“Rough day?” you ask with a gentle smile, looking over where Zandik sat. Being quite some distance away from him you couldn’t catch the twitch of the corner of his lips as he sighed, bringing one hand up to rub his face beneath his pointy mask.

“You could say that” he grumbles, laying his arms on the table, holding his cup of coffee with both hands. The man tilts his head to the side, focusing on you rather than his pesky thoughts. You put the broom away and saunter over to his booth, sitting across from him with a plate of various pastries in hand.

“What’s on your mind? Maybe I could give some advice and help! Or you’ll feel better if you just... talk about it,” you chuckle softly, taking a sip of your own drink. Zandik’s gaze never leaves your form, his gaze burning the sight of your lips into his mind.

If he told you even a smidge of what he was thinking you would, without fail, run and never look back. Even the tamest of things he’s thought about you would drive you away. From him fantasizing about how your skin would taste, to how your heart would look like in a jar on his desk when he worked... he shudders, swallowing down the urge to do something impulsive. Zandik takes a slow sip of his coffee, eyes flickering from your lips to your wide, innocent eyes.

“Thank you for offering,” he begins slowly, “but that’s alright. I wouldn’t want you to worry about it,” he says smoothly, losing the tension in his shoulders to seem more approachable. With the first two buttons of his shirt undone, hair lightly tousled, and overcoat thrown over the back of the booth chair, he looked nothing like the deadly Harbinger he was. Looked like an overworked businessman at most.

You puff your cheeks, disappointed that he wouldn’t open up to you. You’ve been doing it this whole time, and yet he won’t talk about what was bothering him to you? It made your heart flutter- he was so considerate- but at the same time you couldn’t shake the idea that maybe he was hiding something. Inhaling slowly, you calm your nerves, deciding that today would be the day you confront him. After all, a good friendship is built on trust, and you can’t stay good friends with someone that hides things from you.

Oh, how naïve you are.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” you say gently, placing one hand on his. The feel of his rough hand beneath yours made you shudder, almost instinctively- are surgeons’ hands supposed to be this rugged?

“I want to be there for you in the same way you’ve been here for me...” you add, voice trailing off as your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I think you’re nice to be around. Don’t I owe you for the number of times I’ve complained about customers to you?” you say, chuckling lightly at the memory.

Zandik doesn’t react, not at first. His eyes fix your face with an underlying threat, gaze hidden by his mask. Although you can’t see his eyes, a shudder runs up your spine at the feeling of being watched so intently. Where have you felt this before...

“You’re right,” he responds quietly, voice hoarse. “You owe me.”

His words caught you off guard. Owe him? That was a joke! You were trying to lighten his spirits, to take his mind off whatever was troubling him for even just a second. How come you felt your nerves screaming at you to get up?

His free hand covers the hand you had laid on his, the grip on your skin becoming firmer the longer you two sat there. Your heart rammed against your ribcage, ears ringing from the sudden wave of adrenaline washing over you.

“You said you wanted to help me, right?” Zandik says in a sickly-sweet tone, leaning forward to stare at you, gaze unrelenting behind his mask. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you nod dumbly, staring back at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He grins in response.

Did he always have teeth this sharp?

“Then you won’t make my life harder than it already is by resisting, right?” he adds. You could hear how heavy his breathing had become in just a few seconds, how his hands had a death grip on your own. His cup of coffee was long forgotten; how could he possibly focus on something as useless as that when you were giving yourself to him?

The snow pelleted the windows harshly, essentially trapping you inside the coffee shop with him. Even the weather outside couldn’t compare to how cold your blood ran in the face of the Doctor; maybe if you had listened to your gut earlier you wouldn’t currently be skewered in the jaws of the shark that had been circling you for months.

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore x gn reader #zandik x reader #zandik x you #yandere dottore #yandere dottore x reader #dottore headcanons

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oomisluvr · 1 year

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DO YOU THINK OF ME? (IN THE WAY I THINK OF YOU)

SYNOPSIS: falling in love after falling out of it. he’s still your kiyoomi after all this time.

WARNINGS: ex-boyfriend!sakusa, lame!sakusa, awkward!sakusa, light swearing, references to sex but nothing super graphic, a little sad ngl but the ending is happy (or is it??), 4k words, MINORS, YOU KNOW THE DRILL

You’re not sure what started the break-up. The beginning of the end. You only know that it’s been eight months since you’ve last seen your ex, and the sight of him now feels like looking at a ghost.

Kiyoomi was obsessed with perfection. Still is, probably. Constantly drove himself to the brink just to achieve it, then wore his suffering as if it were a prize. It was all part of his look, the illusion of being put-together.

In a lot of ways, he treated your relationship like that. Part of an illusion; a specific look. Like you were an accessory to his image. Yet another thing for people to covet about his life.

You, however, are not perfect. No one is. Hell, no relationship is perfect. You know that. Everybody knows that.

Kiyoomi hated it. Some days it felt like he hated you.

Life felt so good when all you did was dress up for galas and fall into bed with one another. When all you had to do was look pretty and smile for the media.

It made it easy to avoid your problems, until it wasn’t. Until so much resentment built up that you wanted to hit him with a car. Kiyoomi preferred to avoid your problems, while you faced the situation head on. He loved you, sure, but it felt like he always had one foot out the door. Ready to run when things inevitably went up in flames.

It exhausted you – trying to reach a person who didn’t want to be touched. You wanted more, and Kiyoomi was scared of what you might see if you got too close. Did you ever really know him? Maybe it was easier to cut things off. Maybe you could have worked it out.

The last few months of your relationship had been a blur. Fuzzy memories that feel so distant you can’t tell if you made them up or not. You can recall his general fear towards life, despite how hard he tried to overcome it. You remember how… tired he was. All the time. About everything. Including you.

How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? You can't. You can only love them, but Kiyoomi didn't let you do that either.

Months later, you still don’t know what happened. Who pushed who away?

You blink, remembering where you are.

He’s with his friend now, the rowdy one with the bleached hair. He gives you a once-over and visibly recoils, clapping your ex on the back with a mumble you can’t hear. You haven’t moved. Neither of you have. What is there to say?

He’s still got that same piercing stare, studying you like one of his opponents from the court. Your heart thrums, remembering the nights he used to look at you like you were the only woman in the world. The memory burns, but you can’t seem to look away.

He looks good, but he always looks good so that’s not really saying much. It’s the smaller details in his appearance that give him away. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable, now a deeper shade of purple in contrast to his sickly-pale skin. His face is a little slimmer too, clothes that are usually well-fitted are now draping loosely over his frame. It’s a small enough difference that any other person in his life probably wouldn’t notice.

But you aren’t any other person, are you?

He’s hurting. Bad. The irony makes your gut wrench, fills your bones with lead then tells you to take a dive off a pier. You ignore the voice in your head that whispers that you caused this; you did this to him. You broke him.

“Hey,” he clears his throat, clearly rattled by your presence, “It’s… been a while. You look well. Nice to see you.”

“Yeah, uh, you too.” you chuckle, mindlessly scratching an itch on your elbow just to give your hands something to do, “How have you been?”

“The usual, y’know,” He’s strikingly good at evading even the most direct questions. “You look like you’ve been doing well.”

“You…” You suppress a grin, poking fun to make light of the situation, “Already said that.”

“Right, sorry.” Your sentiments fly right over his head. Kiyoomi looks… distressed to say the least. This is painful to watch. From your peripheral, you see his friend gag.

“I was actually wondering if we could catch up.” He forces the words out, the words clumsy when they leave his mouth, “Maybe do dinner or something. Catch a movie whenever. Bowling? Only if you want to, though. Whatever’s best for you.” The words are clipped and short, trying much too hard to be casual.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” You mumble, because it’s true. It’s 100% not a good idea to spend time alone with your ex-boyfriend. That damn itch on your elbow is back again, “New job has been hounding me all hours of the day.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” He looks crushed, the light in his eyes from initially seeing you now gone entirely. “I didn’t mean to make you… uncomfortable or anything. I just–yeah, sorry. Congrats on the new job, though. I told you that you could do it.”

You nod in agreement at his praise. You remember the night he told you those exact words, after comforting you over a bad day at your previous job. You remember how he took it upon himself to make your resume, sending it out to every employer in the city. It was invasive and honestly a little weird, but that’s just how he shows his love.

Overprotective. Overbearing. It used to be so sweet before it felt suffocating. Like flowers that were nice in the vase on the windowsill. Until their pollen started closing your throat. Like a swim in the ocean on a Summer afternoon. Fun, until you're miles out from shore with no way home, saltwater clouding your vision and burning your lungs.

You feel the waves wash over you. You clear your throat, like you can feel some pollen, too.

“Actually,” you can’t stop the words from coming, you’ve lost sight of the shore already, “I think I have some time Thursday night. Maybe we could do something together then.”

“Yeah, sure.” He amends, eyes brightening slightly, “That works. I’ll, uh, text you?”

“I got a new number recently,” You don’t know why you lie to him, “You can just DM me on Instagram. If we decide to do something.”

(You didn’t get a new number, but iMessage feels too personal. Social media feels like the perfect amount of distance.)

“For sure. I’ll text you. So we can do something.”

“Sounds good,” you offer a tight-lipped smile, “See you around, Sakusa.”

You can see something die in him when he hears his surname on your tongue. You used to call him Kiyoomi. Ki. Omi. Kiyo. Baby, but only sometimes. You used to call him sweetheart, when you really wanted something. Fuck, you used to call him yours. He blinks wildly, like you just struck him across the face. He stumbles a bit when he comes back to reality, rushing to get the door for you and holding it open, “See you around.”

He watches you the whole way, still standing at the door as you drive off, his figure disappearing in the rearview mirror.

He texts you immediately.

@s.kiyoomi [7:47PM]: It was great to see you again. Are we still down for Thursday??

You suppose that’s why it’s so easy to fall into bed with him, the familiarity of it all. Your body remembers his touches, had missed it. You writhe and moan and claw at his back before you’re both reaching your peaks, honey-slow and all-encompassing. It echoes to the furthest corners of your body and you feel it everywhere. He kisses your forehead after you both come down, even mumbles a breathless thank you against the skin there. It’s good, the familiarity. Good, good, good.

He leaves after that, when you don’t ask him to stay. He takes the hint. Good.

He comes back a few days later, though. Somehow he forgot his gloves. You guys fuck then, too. It’s good.

The next time he comes back to your apartment, it’s you who calls him. Not good.

You hadn’t meant to lurk. To make a burner account to follow all the Jackals for signs of Kiyoomi. You hadn’t meant to tap on Atsumu’s Instagram story. Hadn’t meant to keep tapping through it.

It’s a group picture with Atsumu and three other people including Kiyoomi. The one with the orange hair has a makeshift crown scribbled over his head, with a tag to his account and a sweet happy birthday message. The one with the gray hair is there, too, captured mid-sentence with a Heinekin in his hand. You had met him a few times. You remember he was sweet. Loud, but sweet. You smile at the photo, studying all the faces. Kiyoomi looks especially good, a small smirk on his face as he stares at the camera. Everyone is dressed handsomely. Good for them.

The next story is taken with the flash on, a short video of a packed club, sweaty bodies pressed on each other as they bump and grind to the music. There’s a figure that looks an awful lot like Sakusa, occupying a dark corner and talking to a smaller, thinner figure. Good for him. If that even is him. Good, good, good.

It’s the next story that has something ugly swelling in the pit of your stomach. It's a bigger group picture, with maybe 15 people. Everybody looks a little gone, probably wasted from so many complimentary shots and discounted birthday beers, so nobody is paying much attention to the camera, their minds elsewhere. Including Sakusa. Well, that, and the fact that he’s got an arm around that same girl from the previous story, captured mid-laugh as they whisper about whatever the hell they’re whispering about.

It shouldn't bother you. It does. It has you sifting through your contacts to find his number.

“Hello, Kiyoomi?” It’s loud when he picks up the phone, wherever he is at this point in the night.

“Hey,” He sounds concerned and a little surprised, the commotion in the background slowly drowning out until you hear a door slam and it’s silent. The audio quality changes to staticky echoes. He must be in a bathroom, “Sorry, it was a little loud back there. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You don’t know where this surge of embarrassment came from. Or why you’re reacting this way. “I was just calling if you wanted to watch the new season of You with me tonight. If you’re busy, don’t worry about it, I just thought—“

“Yes,” It sounds like a prayer, like something worthy of celebration, “Of course I do. I’m just a few blocks away. I could be there in fifteen minutes. Eight, if I run.”

“Oh,” Part of you knew he would react like this, that he’d come running to your every beck and call. Part of you knows it's why you even called in the first place. You don’t know what that says about your character. You don’t care to know. “You don't have to rush over, we could always–”

There’s a banging on his side of the line, with a muffled demand to hurry the hell up, “Sorry,” he apologizes, though you aren’t sure to who, “I’ll head right over.”

The call ends.

You bite your cheek in anticipation, watching Atsumu’s instagram story again and again.

He comes running, breathless as he pounds on your door.

Eight minutes pass. Have you been watching his story all this time?

“Hey,” You greet him warmly, opening the door to fully let him in, “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” he tries not to let the compliment get to his head, but he’s already dizzy from seeing you, “It was Hinata's birthday yesterday, so we all went out to celebrate with him for the weekend.”

“I saw,” you comment, “Atsumu is very active on social media.”

“I took some pictures, come look.”

It’s alarming how casual the two of you are, laughing on your sofa like old friends.You never gave it much thought, but there’s bits of him strewn around your apartment. His old highschool sweatshirt he never picked up. Throw blankets he brought over one night and never got back. There's a faded popcorn stain on the couch from when the two of you would binge movies together, the blemish etched into the fabric like a memory.

The grin he’s wearing tonight mimics the one from months ago, when you were choosing between centerpieces for a wedding reception. Your ribs ache.

“I thought the nightlife wasn’t really your thing?” You tease, a little bit of truth behind your words. You used to fight about this, too. Why couldn’t he be one of those “normal” boyfriends that go out with their partners? Couldn’t he do this one thing for you? Your fights were so petty – throwing tantrums just to get the other person’s attention. In hindsight, the issue hardly feels like an issue at all.

“It wasn’t. Still isn’t, if I’m being honest.” His eyes find yours like he wants you to hear this. He’s different, somehow. He’s trying. “But I'm, uh, learning to try new things. Getting outside of my comfort zone and all that. It’s been fun, for the most part.”

As he swipes through his camera roll, you see that girl again. She’s terribly pretty, soft cheeks and even softer lips. Big, doe eyes and high cheekbones; something in you withers, then rots and dies.

“This is a good photo,” You can’t help the smile on your face at the sight of Kiyoomi and the blonde, throwing up the signature Jackals paw and grinning drunkenly at the camera. You tell the truth despite the words burning on your tongue, “She seems really sweet.”

“She is,” He confirms, oblivious as ever, “Talks a lot, but she means well.”

“You two look good together.” Somehow it hurts more to say aloud. Makes it real, somehow. “You guys seem really close.”

“Yaichi? I mean, yeah, she’s a friend from college. She’s new to the team and I’m the only one she really knows. She tends to follow me around since we’ve known each other the longest.”

You hum, as he continues swiping. The thick atmosphere feels all too familiar to Kiyoomi, and suddenly he’s rushing forward with an explanation.

“She’s just,” nervousness bubbles out of him, “Our team manager, or something. She’s been shadowing that guy you think has weird hair.”

“Kuroo?” you laugh, remembering. You’re glad the conversation has shifted. “I never said he had weird hair!”

“You definitely did. On several occasions, actually.” He prods, “It’s alright – everyone thinks he has weird hair.”

Kuroo always looked out for you. Got you free tickets, never made you pay for merch, let Kiyoomi sneak you into the beautiful foreign countries they played in – that sort of thing.

You feel your grin fade. That connection was severed after the breakup, “How is he, by the way?”

There’s a lot to catch up on – characters in Kiyoomi’s life that you are no longer a part of. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but you’re glad everyone is doing well even if you aren’t around to see it. The conversation spans late into the night, branching off on wild tangents about nothing in particular. You’re almost sad when you feel yourself getting sleepy. You don’t want it to end.

You truly have missed him. His company. His friendship. He’s still you’re Kiyoomi after all this time.

“Sorry for keeping you up,” He apologizes after seeing a yawn slip past your lips, checking his watch with a chuckle. It’s black. Sleek. Probably a Rolex. Very Sakusa, “I should head home and let you get to bed.”

“Okay,” You rub your eyes, too tired to protest, “Let me walk to the door.”

Kiyoomi is silent as he helps you clean up the space, folding your throw blankets and fluffing the decor pillows. He lets you get his coat for him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” His keys are loud as they dangle in his hand. He lingers in your doorway.

“Goodnight, Kiyo.” You sigh.

Neither of you move. Time seems to slow. It still ticks by too fast. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“I, uh, really missed this.” He swallows, “I really missed you.”

“Yeah,” You’re tired of fighting. Physically, mentally. You want him, still. He’s still your Kiyoomi, after everything, despite everything, “Me too.”

He chuckles, “You called me and I just. Ran over.”

“Yeah,” You find the energy to smirk at that, “Why did you do that?”

“Because you asked me to.” he breathes, and you read between the lines. I’d do anything you asked me to.

You’re suddenly flustered at his proximity, looming in your doorway like a ghost. You almost can’t believe he’s here. Ditched his teammates – his friends – to come spend time with you. Ran several blocks at midnight because you wanted to see him. You, his ex-girlfriend. You, who broke his heart. He must be some kind of a masochist.

(He must be in love. The thought scares you, so you stop thinking it).

“Can I–?” His voice raptures you from your thoughts, his sharp gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes. You can feel it radiating off him – the longing. He wants this just as bad as you do.

“Yeah.” You breathe, reaching up to kiss him.

The kiss is gentle. Unsure. It’s more like two lips pushed together than an actual kiss, but the sentiment is still there. He kisses you like it’s the first time, like it might be the last. You don’t want it to end. It does.

There’s so many raw emotions, so much hurt shared between the two of you. Looking in his eyes, you don’t allow yourself to think, to feel, before you’re pulling him in by his collar and slamming your lips against his for the second time. He reacts instantly, deepening the kiss with a and a supportive hand to the back of your head. He walks you backwards and lies you back on the couch like you’re made of glass, and fucks you like he means it. Like it really might be the last time, because neither of you know what the hell you’re doing. He goes slower. Deeper. Savors it just a little longer. Makes your toes curl and your voice twist up in pretty cries of his name. You shower together after. He sleeps beside you.

(It’s been months since he slept in your bed. You ignore how it’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long while.)

You wake up the next morning to empty sheets.

It doesn’t surprise you. It does hurt though, but you aren't sure why. You distance yourself from the feeling entirely. You start a load of laundry instead.

Twenty minutes pass and there’s a commotion at your front door, the sound of crumpled paper bags and the soft jingle of keys alerting you of another presence.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He shyly smiles, bags in hand, “I wanted to have something ready for you before you woke up. I took your keys, if that’s alright. Hungry?”

You hum sleepily, a faint smile on your lips, “I could eat.”

“Perfect,” he mumbles under his breath, rushing to your small dining table to lay out his goods, “I wasn’t sure what to get, so I kind of got everything.”

It’s french bread from the bakery down the street, and a few pastries because Kiyoomi has a sweet tooth. There’s still steam rising from them – they must’ve just been made. There’s fresh cheese from the deli, too, and whatever fruits he could find. You grab one of the tangerines and start peeling.

Kiyoomi’s occupied himself with making the two of you coffee. You watch as he navigates himself through your kitchen in a domestic rhythm. He’s probably spent more time in it than you have.

He hums quietly to himself as he puts just the right combination of creamer and sugar in your mug, swirling the contents softly as he makes his way over to your small dining table.

You take the mug from his hands and take a sip. It’s perfect because of course it is.

“Good?” He asks, but the tilt of his head tells you he knows the answer. You roll your eyes. He offers a satisfied grin in return. “Muscle memory.”

The two of you dig in, eating quietly in each other’s presence.

“I thought you left.” You surprise yourself at your forwardness.

He stops chewing, politely wiping his mouth with a napkin before answering, “Why would I ever do that?” You blink.

“You used to be so rigid. Afraid, maybe? I don’t know.” You shrug, not really knowing what your own words mean, “But it’s nice to see you like this. You seem lighter. Happier. More comfortable with yourself.”

“Yeah. I, uh,” he averts his gaze, suddenly entertained with the buttery flakes of his croissant, “I realized some things after our break-up. You were right. About everything, really. I didn’t allow myself to be vulnerable with you. All you wanted was to love me, and I refused to let you in. You didn’t deserve that.“

“You didn’t deserve that either–” his honesty blindsides you, “–To feel like you couldn’t be vulnerable. I know I didn’t create the safest environment for communication. I caused a lot of petty fights just to get a reaction out of you. I should have been more honest with how I was feeling.”

“Is that…” He swallows, looking pained, “Is that why you pushed me away?”

“I…pushed you away?” You frown, heart breaking from hearing his side of things, “I wasn’t trying to push you anywhere. I missed you, is all. I just wanted us to get back to where we were.”

He smiles solemnly, eyes empty, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Truely, I am.”

You nod your head softly, “I’m sorry, too.”

Silence fills the air, but there’s nothing awkward about it. It’s light. Forgiving. With all cards on the table, there’s nothing to hide. The two of you continue eating. Breakfast nearly finished, you take another clementine, peeling away the tough rind and chewing softly. “Do you, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “Do you think we can try again? Try us again?”

You hum, peeling off another segment.

You offer him a slice, hand outstretched.

get this out of my sight

#sakusa #kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #msby #msby sakusa #msby sakusa kiyoomu #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyu angst #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Beware The Thorns | Part 1

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

“Who was that Eds?”

“Mind your business, shithead” Eddie pocketed his phone, he recognised the number the moment it flashed up on his work phone, a device he always had on him regardless of where he was, he could be at a FUNERAL, and he’d have that phone on him.

In this instance however, it was merely a family dinner. Well… family and the Henderson’s, so yeah. Family. He’d excused himself upstairs and answered as soon as he was out of earshot.

Evidently, he’d been followed.

“I heard you say you loved them… are you seeing someone?” Eddie tried really hard to not be insulted by his tone, a weird mixture of disturbed amazement, with just a dash of disbelief for flavour. Was it that much of a stretch to see him dating someone?

Was it that unbelievable to the person he’d practically grown up with, that he could find someone who’d like him?

Maybe it was. Didn’t mean he had to like it; his job had kept him away from actually… dating anyone.

“Maybe I am, again, mind your damn business.” Of course they didn’t know what he was, what he did to earn his money, he’d spun some lie years ago about an online business because ‘rockstar’ had to… actually have evidence, he had an actual legitimate website to keep the lie going, nothing ever really went through it, but… it worked to keep the questions at bay.

Nobody asked, and he didn’t tell, he was a grown ass adult, he didn’t NEED to tell anyone.

Dustin sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat, good… he’d have never gotten anything out of him anyway “fine, fine don’t tell me… don’t tell meee, your only brother.”

“We’re not even relat—”

“The best man at your future wedding.”

“Since when was I getting marri—”

“The Wan Kenobi to your Obi.”

“What the—”

“I am happy for you though, the both of you! I hope you’ll bring him home someday, I’m sure we’d all like to meet him” Eddie’s eyes widened… he’d never… fuck … he’d never said anyth— “What, you think you’re all crafty? C’mon Eddie, you can’t even sit normally.”

“The fuck has that got to do with anything?!”

“Y’know… gay people… they can’t sit properly… in chairs…? Is that wrong?” at least that proved that Dustin could be uncertain about some things.

“You’ve been on that stupid app again, haven’t you?” He had the decency to look guilty at the very least. “The fuck have I told you?”

“It’s dumb and addictive and I should stop, BUT IT’S HELPING ME LEARN!”

“It’s filling your head with bullshit! Fine, I’m gay, what the fuck ever. Go back downstairs for the love of all that is holy, and just give me a minute to process that you’ve been theorising my sexuality based on how I sit, and don’t you DARE tell anyone.”

“Oh, c’mon Eddie! You’re old enough to come out now, you have your own place, your own business! Plus, we all love you, no judgement here, this is a judgy free zone.”

“I will rip out your larynx and shove it up your ass if you even THINK of telling them.”

“But… how will you know if i’m thi—okay I won’t say anything, i wouldn't say anything. Not my place.” Eddie had levelled him with a look, a single, rage squint look, a look which promised imminent pain if he did not take his nosy ass and remove it from his presence, and he’d accepted that look for what it was. A promise.

Not just a threat.

“I’m gonna have to go early, my… my boyfriend, will be home tonight, the ridiculous idiot never has food in so I’m gonna go sort that out.”

“You’re buying his food for him? Eddie… that’s… he’s not just using you for money is he cause that’s really bad.”

“No dumbass, he’ll give it me back.”

“Right away?”

“YES, right away.”

“Not just promises he doesn’t intend to keep?”

“Dustin, I will brutally murder each and every one of your characters in graphic detail within five minutes of every campaign for the next year if you do not—”

“Okay!” Hands up in surrender, Dustin took a step backwards, a threat to his precious characters was no laughing matter, even if Eddie would struggle to make that kind of threat happen, the risk was there! He still had to ask “is… is he good though?” Of course, Eddie could threaten all he liked.

Dustin was his little brother, or as good as! It was his job to be insufferable.

The question however, made him think, he could pick any of them, any one of his clients to mould this imaginary boyfriend from, maybe mix and match, bring him to life from attributes of all of them, that’d be fine right? Nobody but Dustin really knew he was dating so… he wouldn’t be introducing them to him.

Perfectly coiffed brown hair… a warm smile… big, strong hands, a constellation of pretty moles dotted in places Eddie knew far too well. There was no amalgamation of faces, no mixture of personalities to make the perfect one, just a soft smile, warm hands, broad shoulders, muscle, and perfectly soft, thick brown hair… his favourite.

“Yeah… he’s… he’s great, Dustin… you’d like him” big strong softie he was, and it was so easy falling into the role of his boyfriend too, he’d been paying for that package for what felt like forever, he felt like he knew the man inside and out, like the back of his own hand.

He was the only one to have paid for that package continuously for over more than a few months, even Hagan only paid for it every now and then, never continuously. He thought Steve would have gotten tired of him by now but… It’d been two years.

Some people expected MARRIAGE after two years in a relationship.

Steve Harrington seemed to want him more and more by the day and the surprising thing, was that the thought didn’t invoke the same level of panic that he were SURE it would if anyone else were to have those wants, those needs of him.

He felt… comfortable with Steve, safe with him. Like he could show hints of himself, the real himself without the fear of losing him, of putting him off.

“You look so dopey smiling like that, y’know? You must really like him, huh?” He’d been smiling? Fuck… “Well… anyone who can make you smile like that just thinking about him is alright by me, I’ll cover for you, you can go sort his food out if you want.”

This was fine… totally completely fine. Would be better if Dustin could actually keep his mouth shut but alas. Dustin had a history of foot in mouthisms that'd gotten them into trouble after trouble after trouble years on the trot.

Eddie probably shouldn't have continued to tell him stuff, but that was his little brother so. He had to.

“Uh… yeah… yeah I like him. Thanks, I’ll… grab my coat, just tell em I feel sick or somethin so I’m goin home” he didn’t say goodbye, Dustin probably did that for him, just grabbed his coat and snuck out like he used to do as a teenager when he simply couldn’t be bothered dealing with his fathers drunk ranting about queers being put in cages.

He did have to come to one very unfortunate conclusion after that conversation though. After seeing Steve instead of a mishmash of faces, after being unable to put a random face to the title and spin it as truth.

Feelings were there. Real feelings. The mushy shit. The wants for more that he couldn’t have. The Pretty Woman syndrome without the corny and frankly rushed happy ending.

It couldn’t continue anymore, what he had with Steve had to end. Feelings… real feelings… he couldn’t have real feelings for his clients. It put his whole career on the line, his way of life gone in an instant all because his heart had to go all gooey for someone who probably didn’t even give a real fuck about him.

This was fine.

After the evening was done… he’d end it, terminate their contract. It was for the best. Steve deserved better than him anyway.

Part 3

#PirateWrites #BewareTheThornsFiclet #No Upside Down AU #Steddie #Escort!Eddie #Shady!Steve

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foliosriot · 22 days

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The Gravity Of You And I

pairing: noah sebastian x kirks!reader

summary: your best friends in bad omens are back from tour. but with their homecoming brings about someone amongst them that you haven’t seen in years.

warnings: lots of angst. may seem like unrequited love but it’s definitely requited. space/astronomy references because i fucking love space.

tags: @concretenoah @malice-ov-mercy @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @cncohshit

masterlist

Bad Omens is back from tour. Your best friends are back from touring the world and playing music for hundreds of people, and you can’t express your excitement to see them in an acceptable way. It’s been a few months since you last saw any of the guys, including your brother, Bryan.

Speaking of your brother, he should be back any minute now. You’ve been anxiously awaiting his return from the moment he texted you a couple of hours ago to let you know the plane had landed. And besides one more text telling you he was on his way home from the airport, you haven’t heard from him.

You know Bryan is driving so he can’t just text you whenever he wants. But you continue to pace the length of your bedroom keeping an ear out for the sound of the front door to your apartment opening.

You don’t have to wait much longer before you hear the front door opening and closing. There’s a loud, heavy sigh that you can hear from down the hall. A small smile graces your face as you run out of your room.

Bryan has just barely set down all of his bags before you’re racing towards him. He yelps in surprise at your sudden appearance, but he manages to catch your weight as you barrel into him, your arms coiling around him that same moment.

As your older brother holds you, neither of you say anything. The past month or so has been super tough on you and your mental health. You hate being apart from Bryan, and however many months out of the year that he is away on tour with Bad Omens makes being by yourself that much more difficult.

A sour feeling overtakes your mind as you hug Bryan. You remember your bestest friend in the world abandoning you without any apparent reasoning, followed by zero contact. You hug Bryan tighter as it completely overwhelms you.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

“I missed you too,” Bryan whispers back.

“I’m really glad you’re home.”

“God, me too. You have no idea.”

You hesitantly separate from your brother and step back. He smiles down at you once you’ve both loosened your holds on one another. You return his contagious smile.

You then help Bryan lug all of his bags down the hall to his room. You sit on his bed as he unpacks. The two of you share stories about things that have happened since you last saw each other. Bryan tells you about some of the shows and different photos he got. And you tell him about your boring job and spending so much time by yourself at home.

After all of his things are put away he goes quiet. You tilt your head in confusion.

“You okay?” you ask him.

Bryan looks at you, his bottom lip anxiously tugged between his teeth.

“I’m gonna be heading over to the guys’ house tomorrow for some things,” he tells you slowly. “And I’m inviting you. They would be more than happy to see you, y’know.”

You stop breathing for a moment. You know who also lives in that house, besides Jolly, Jesse and Michael. And you’d rather not see him ever again.

“Noah won’t be home,” Bryan tells you carefully, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “I promise.”

You didn’t have to speak before Bryan was already soothing your nerves. Thankfully, you trust your brother more than anything, and you’re trusting him wholeheartedly that Noah is for sure not going to be home when you’re there tomorrow.

You look up at Bryan. The look in his eyes is hopeful, you think. As much as you want to decline his invitation, you know you can’t. Bad Omens are your friends and you love them dearly. So you give Bryan a nod, murmuring a quiet “I’ll go” added onto it. Your brother beams at you, and you can practically see the tension release from his shoulders.

The next day, as it is nearing noon, you follow Bryan outside to his car. You are all dressed and ready to see the guys but you can’t quite shake the anxiety or paranoia coursing through your veins. They are stifling each of your senses as Bryan drives.

But you wouldn’t let Bryan notice. You aren’t going to let him notice the slight trembling of your hands or the waver in your voice as you quietly sing along to the music playing. Bryan doesn’t need another thing to worry about regarding you. The least you can do is conceal your emotions, stamp them way down deep inside of you, until you’re back in the safety of your bedroom later in the day.

Then you begin recognizing the streets Bryan’s driving down and you notice the same things you always do when going down this familiar route — the bright yellow house on the corner; the 1968 Chevy Camaro that is still idling in that guy’s driveway after all these years; the house with the large porch and the beautiful bush of purple hydrangeas. When you see those flowers you know you’re only a block away.

And there it is, the thing you’ve been dreading seeing for the past 24 hours. Your friends’ house is completely unassuming as Bryan pulls up on the curb. You recognize the small handful of cars out front.

Bryan gets out of the car almost immediately. However, he pauses at the hood when he sees that you haven’t done the same. You had unbuckled your seatbelt and everything but the familiar cars and home in front of you have you hesitating. Your brother rounds the front of the car until he reaches the passenger side door. He gently pulls it open and kneels next to you on the pavement.

“Hey, you okay?”

You hear Bryan’s voice but do not respond. Your head is spinning as you continue taking in the view of this house you know so well, and yet feel like you’re a phantom coming back to haunt its place of death.

You swallow down a bite of fear. You slowly look to Bryan and nod.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” you tell him softly.

“I know you’re worried,” Bryan says gently. “But there’s nothing to get worked up about, okay? I promised Noah wouldn’t be here, and he’s not. He’s with Folio, but everyone else is inside.”

Bryan’s gentle and kind voice soothes your senses. You take a deep breath and slowly breathe out. Your shoulders relax, making Bryan give you an encouraging smile. You return it as you gingerly get out of the car.

Hesitantly, you follow behind Bryan as he makes his way to the front door. He knocks a few times before it’s swinging open. And your heart soars at the sight of Jolly smiling down at you.

Relief floods every single one of your veins when he pulls you into a warm hug. It feels like you haven’t seen him in centuries.

As soon as you are released from Jolly’s embrace, you’re pulled into another hug by Nicholas. You love his hugs more than anything, and you hate how much you’ve missed this.

Even though you’re able to spend time with your friends you still struggle against the anxiety eating away at you. It’s difficult for the few hours you hang out with them, but you know it’s worth it if it means seeing all of their smiling faces.

When you get up the following day you walk out of your room expecting to see Bryan already awake. But he isn’t in the living room or kitchen, and you check his bedroom to find it empty.

Where the hell could he be?

You shoot him a text asking him where he is before you go about your day.

After a half hour you’ve received no response from Bryan. So you send him yet another text, and you send one to Nicholas and Jolly just for the sake of your sanity. For peace of mind, right?

But after an hour you haven’t gotten a reply from any of the three men. You’re growing anxious, but you know Bryan would have let you know if something was going on. He would have told you if something was wrong and if he wouldn’t have his phone on him. At least, you think so.

You decide to ignore it for now, however. Your brother and your friends are grownups and can take care of themselves. Although, it doesn’t help you worry any less.

A couple hours later you’re still glaring down at the screen of your phone. None of your friends were answering you. Why weren’t they answering you?

Not even Bryan will text or call you back. That alone makes you see red.

After one more hour of sitting around and waiting for any response from your friends or your brother you take it upon yourself to figure out what the fuck is going on. With a last ditch effort at contacting Bryan, which ultimately — and unsurprisingly — goes unanswered, you snatch up your car keys and stomp outside. A string of colorful curses escapes your mouth as you drive.

When the familiar house finally comes into view from down the street, you are seething at the sight of your brother’s car out front. Adding onto that, you recognize each and every other car, including Nick’s motorcycle. You’re going to kill them all.

You haphazardly park on the curb and begin making your way to the front door. Until you’re stopped by Nick meeting you halfway.

“Folio! What the hell is going on?” you demand angrily. You fight the excitement you feel at seeing one of your best friends. The smile you want to let shine is bitten back. “Why are none of answering me?”

Nick gives you a small embarrassed smile.

“Look, I-I don’t think it’s a good time,” he replies hurriedly. He glances back at the front door he had closed shut on his way outside.

“What do you mean? Why not?”

“I-It’s just not, okay?” Nick begins fiddling with the chain around his neck. “We’re working on some new stuff a-and we just aren’t ready to share with anyone quite yet.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why is Bryan here?” you counter. “I bet Davis is, too.”

You see the panic glowing vibrantly in Nick’s eyes as he struggles to come up with a reasonable explanation. But you’re growing impatient and are fed up with receiving nothing from any of your friends. So you sidestep around Nick and make your way to the door.

Nick immediately follows and attempts to wedge himself between you and the door before you can reach for the handle. But you just shove past him and make it inside. However, you’re met with yet another obstacle.

“Nicholas, I swear to all things fucking holy, if you do not let me by and tell me what’s going on—“

“No. I’m sorry, but now’s not a good time, dude,” Nicholas tells you. “You need to leave.”

There’s an immediate difference you notice from your interaction with Nick and now Nicholas. Nick was panicking and anxious, like he was tasked with keeping a secret he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep for very long. Nicholas, on the other hand, is still anxious, but he seems resigned about it. He’s aware of the consequences of the same secret and he is remorseful about keeping it hidden.

You don’t like the implications of that at all.

“I’m not leaving until someone explains,” you snap. You can feel tears burning your throat as you watch Nicholas’s face fall.

“I promise one of us will explain, but right now, please let Folio take you home,” Nicholas offers, gesturing to Nick who is standing behind you.

You’re about to reply when you catch sight of someone peaking around the corner. You recognize the long hair in an instant.

“Jolly!”

You push past Nicholas and head to the kitchen, where you had seen Jolly disappear to. He steps back around the corner in an attempt to stop you, but you evade his touch as you push him away from you.

“What the fuck are you guys hiding from me? What could possibly be so—“

You stop in your tracks. The sight you’re met with leaves you speechless, and you hate the feeling of your racing heart picking up a greater speed from within your chest.

Standing around the kitchen there are five people, including Bryan, Matt, Davis, and Jesse. They all look to you with guilt alighting their faces, the worst being your brother who makes an obvious move to approach you. But you can’t take your eyes off of the fifth person.

Noah cut his hair. It’s much shorter than what it was since the last time you saw him. His tattooed arms and neck are exposed from the tank top he’s wearing, and you silently beat yourself up for gawking at the sight. He too is stunned by your presence, but is openly dragging his gaze up and down your body as you continue staring at him in disbelief.

You can feel Bryan’s presence at your side but you don’t bother to acknowledge him. You’re too busy fighting back the building pressure in your head at seeing Noah in person.

“Hey, Kirk,” Noah says, his voice breaking through the uncomfortable silence that was rapidly filling up the room. You hardly register the nickname.

“What the fuck is this?” you ask in a near whisper.

Noah takes a deep breath.

“There’s a lot to explain, but—“

“A lot to explain?” you repeat incredulously. “Like what? Like why you abandoned me?”

You watch Noah step away from the kitchen counter he had been leaning on, then start cautiously walking in your direction. The pace you take backwards is completely involuntary.

You can see Bryan beside you from the corner of your eye. You know Jolly, Nicholas, and Nick are standing not too far behind you. And yet, you still can’t fight the urge to take several more steps back.

Noah takes a long stride towards you again.

“Kirk, wait—“

“No. No, fuck you. You don’t get to call me that,” you quietly hiss, cutting him off. “After almost three years of no contact or explanation you do not get to call me that ever again.”

Your chest is heaving as you stare him down. The red hot anger flowing through your veins pairs nicely with the frigid cold despair encapsulating your heart. And you know for a fact that Noah can’t stand seeing these violent emotions clearly battling for dominance from the look in your eyes. That sends a spark of satisfaction down your spine. But only for a moment.

You can practically see his heart shattering inside his ribcage, and it takes everything in you not to let your impending tears fall. After all this time you’re not going to let him see you break. Never again.

And you’ll never admit to anyone just how much hearing him say that nickname is affecting you. That one word should not have so much power over you, especially since you haven’t been called that since you last him. However, you’re beginning to shake and tremble at just hearing it.

“Do not think you have the fucking right to ever call me that again.” You silently scold yourself for letting your voice crack with emotion. “I’m not the one who left and abandoned you without explaining first.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“You didn’t even call,” you say, your vocal cords failing you and breaking your words completely as they fall from your lips.

It’s more than obvious that Noah is struggling to keep his emotions at bay, as are you. But before either one of you can shed the first tear you turn on your heel and make your way back outside. None of your friends try to stop you, knowing that it would just make things worse.

You rush out of the house nearly blind. The tears obstructing your vision are burning your eyes, and the first one falls when you’re finally in the quiet of your car.

The only sound is your blood rushing in your ears. It’s deafening in the otherwise silence. Your head is swimming and making you dizzy as you sit still.

And after a few minutes of sitting silently by yourself you can’t choke back the anguished scream that rips through you. Within the confining space of your car the shrillness of your scream reverberates over and over. The sound is almost painful, the way it bounces off of the windows and comes diving back into your aching ears.

Your chest seizes and the scream cuts off. Your throat burns from the scream, but you swallow roughly and fight against the oncoming surge of tears. This is neither the time nor the place for sobbing uncontrollably. So you suck in a few deep breaths before you turn the key in the ignition and drive away.

You manage to make it home before fully breaking down. You’d barely made it inside the door when you began violently sobbing and shaking. It had taken much longer until you managed to pull yourself off the floor and down the hallway to your room.

After imagining the scenario of seeing Noah again, you didn’t anticipate reacting like that. Well, you were certain you would be angry and yell at him, definitely. But screaming and crying like a child because he called you that beloved nickname? You can’t say you had expected that one.

For the next several hours you sit alone in your room. You formed your bedsheets and blankets and pillows into a sort of cocoon, partially hoping you could disappear into their comfort forever.

It’s only mildly disappointing when that doesn’t happen.

Bad Omens is playing quietly from your phone when you hear the slamming of the front door, signaling Bryan coming home. Your heart picks up its pace when you hear his footsteps growing closer to your room. And then the sporadic muscle drops when he knocks. From the other side of the door you hear Bryan say your name.

“Can I come in?” your brother asks.

“Go away, Bryan!”

You swear you can hear his soft sigh. A few beats of silence pass before he speaks again.

“Will you at least let me explain?” Bryan requests. “Look, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, okay? But there’s a reason we didn’t.”

Against your better judgement, you reluctantly turn off the music on your phone then slide off your bed and pad towards your bedroom door. You hesitate, resting your hand on the knob before quickly unlocking it and opening your room to your brother. Bryan had been leaning against the doorframe, and straightens up when he sees you.

He wordlessly follows you. You assume your previous position on your bed at the headboard, and Bryan gingerly sits on the other end of the mattress.

“Okay, I wanna start by saying—“

“Why did he leave like he did?”

Bryan is taken aback by your unexpectedly soft voice. It’s obvious he had been preparing for anger and resentment from you, but is appalled by the reserved, quiet demeanor coming from you.

It doesn’t take much for him to know who you’re referring to, either.

“I don’t know,” Bryan admits quietly. “When Bad Omens released Finding God, when they started taking off, Noah had talked about bringing you along with us on tour. He had said you could help with merch sales and other shit. But something happened, I guess. When he’d told me that you weren’t coming with I got fucking pissed at him. ‘Cause why offer to bring you along when he hadn’t even talked to you about it? Other than that, Noah didn’t tell me why he hadn’t talked to you about coming on tour.”

You hate how easy it is for you to believe Bryan. You hate how much you believe his words, because you can feel his own personal residual anger towards Noah. His anger and guilt feels honest and true.

“I thought he had talked to you,” Bryan goes on. “All of us thought he had talked to you about tour. And we were all excited. Like, having my little sister on tour with us? I was so stoked. So were you, I remember. The first week of that tour was sour and a little tense because of Noah. But we evened out, I guess.

“And then the way he never contacted you after that? After tour ended? He did that shit on his own. We all told him it was a bad idea but he wouldn’t listen. He’d said it would be better if he just stopped talking to you so ‘this wouldn’t happen again’. But that just left you watching his Twitch streams anonymously and following Bad Omens from a distance.”

The pity is evident in Bryan’s words. It’s no secret that you had been completely torn up over Noah cutting contact with you, and the fact that Bryan knows about watching Noah’s livestreams without knowing you were a viewer feels like a sword being driven through your heart.

The dam in your head is threatening to break.

“So when he came to us about finally wanting to see you, we were all in agreement that it was a good idea for the most part. I promise I was going to text and explain why none of us were responding to you, but Noah wanted to do it himself. Then you just showed up at the house and…”

You suddenly feel like you’ve made a horrible mistake. Noah was going to talk to you on his terms but you ruined it by showing up unannounced. Then you didn’t bother letting him explain because you hadn’t been prepared to see him in the first place. Tears are flooding your eyes.

“I know how you felt about Noah in the past,” Bryan nearly whispers. You almost break your neck at how fast you look at him. “I don’t know if you still feel the same anymore, or if you ever told him, but you didn’t deserve to go through that either way. He should’ve talked to you to begin with, and it’s his fault this all happened. I’m so sorry.”

And that’s what makes the dam finally break. Tears spill down your cheeks relentlessly and you can barely breathe now. Bryan watches you sputter and choke for only a moment before he’s at your side.

You let him pull you into his chest and rock you back and forth with his arms securely around your shaking frame. His hands soothingly glide up and down your spine as you sob.

Your brother holds you as you bawl into his chest. He says nothing while cradling you; he just keeps rocking you gently.

In this position, you feel utterly helpless. You feel it hooking its claws into you and tugging at your soul with the intention of ripping it right from your bones. And you give in to the feathery sensation exploding in your chest, hoping it makes these emotions disintegrate for good.

On top of the helplessness is something you have always disliked feeling: hatred.

You hate Bryan for being so protective over you. You hate your friends for being secretive. You hate Noah for ever coming into your life to begin with.

But most of all, you hate yourself — for falling for Noah, for letting your emotions get the best of you, for pretending you hate anyone at all.

Because that’s the kicker, isn’t it? You can’t stand the thought of hating anyone but yourself, not even Noah. After all, it isn’t Noah’s fault that you fell in love with him, or how he was there for you when almost no one else was. It’s your fault for being vulnerable and naïve to how he made you feel, thinking he would ever actually give a shit about you.

It was never Noah’s fault that you willingly fell into his addictive gravity. You did that all on your own.

You’re the one who became infatuated with him. You’re the one who wanted to know the inner machinations of his mind and understand his thought process more than anything. You are the one who saw him as so much more than a friend before he would ever give you the time of day.

You gave yourself wholly to Noah before he could — or would — ever see you in that same light. He was your brother’s best friend, someone to tease and joke with. But he was also someone you found yourself constantly confiding in and sharing the darkest parts of your soul to. And he did the same.

So maybe it wasn’t all in your head when you thought he could possibly ever reciprocate your feelings for him. Because that is certainly what it had felt like for the longest time before he up and left, leaving you behind.

You let yourself be cradled by Bryan for a long time. There’s nothing in your brain telling you to pull away, as much as you had expected it. No, instead, you let your brother hold you so delicately and lovingly until you’ve run out of tears. And even then, he holds you for a long time once you have drifted off to sleep in his arms.

It’s only a couple days later when Bryan approaches you.

You’re sat in your shared living room, scrolling through your phone on the couch. Your brother’s presence catches your attention and you look up from your phone to see him standing on the other end of the couch. There’s this weird look on his face that you notice right away.

“What’s up?” you say to him.

“Nothing. Just coming to tell you I’m heading out,” Bryan replies. “I’ll be back soon.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Where are you going?” you ask him, a hint of suspicion creeping into your words.

“Oh, uh… Places.”

“Okay?” You elongate each syllable of the word as you carefully eye your brother. “You’re not being very casual about.. whatever this is, you know that, right?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“God, Bry, you’re so cryptic,” you joke with a small smile. “I think you need to stop hanging out with Bad Omens so much.”

Bryan purses his lips.

“Yeah, uh… Speaking of.”

At that, Bryan turns on his heel and hurries out of the living room. His abrupt exit takes you aback, and you immediately jump to your feet to chase after him.

Bryan is already halfway out the front door by the time you’re up. He slams it behind him as you are about to catch him, a soft apology buried under the sound of the door slamming shut. But you are so confused right now and you need to know what Bryan has planned.

So you pull the door open once more, irritated by the sound of Bryan’s retreating feet down the hallway. You ready yourself to run after your brother to get an answer out of him, but he’s already disappeared around the corner and you don’t have nearly enough patience to deal with it and—

Noah is standing a few feet from you. You’re stunned into silence, completely forgetting about Bryan. Your throat is beginning to burn with tears.

“What are you doing here?” you question him quietly.

“I need to talk to you,” he replies. Noah’s voice is gentle and it sends a shiver down your spine. His hands are stuffed into the pocket of his sweatshirt, but you can guarantee his fingers are fidgeting relentlessly.

You swallow thickly as you watch him closely. You’re beginning to realize why Bryan left in such a hurried manner; he had left so Noah could get you alone and talk. You suppose you’ll have to punch your brother when you see him again later.

Without saying a word you step back into your apartment and leave the door open. A silent invitation for Noah to enter. He is clearly taken aback but says nothing as he follows after you.

You aren’t completely sure why you let him inside, in all honesty. But now he’s standing in your living room, and you are standing as far away from him as you possibly can without it being deemed as weird. He doesn’t seem to notice, or, if he does, he makes no attempt at mentioning it.

Noah stands awkwardly on the other side of the room, his hands tucked away in the pockets of his sweatshirt and his shoulders tight and hunched slightly. He seems uneasy, and his face is a light shade of red as you remain in anxious silence.

“So…?” you quietly prompt.

Noah blinks a couple times. His mouth is agape as he stares at you. Then he’s licking his lips nervously and begins to speak.

“It’s been a long time, huh?”

It is more than obvious that being in your presence like this is causing him distress and anxiety. Like if he says the wrong thing you’ll kick him out. The fractured expression he gives you when you don’t react or respond sends a sharp pang straight into your heart, but you ignore it and keep your face neutral.

“Uh… On my way here I had gone over everything I wanted to say,” Noah continues, “but now I can’t remember a fucking thing. So that’s great.”

You’d forgotten how much you have missed Noah that the obvious sarcasm and dejectedness in his voice almost make you laugh. Then that tightness in your throat takes ahold of you once more, and you stay still.

Noah looks completely defeated from he stands. There’s a panicked gleam in his eyes and his toes are starting to tap from anxiety. Every part of your body is screaming at you to just cross the room and embrace him, to calm his nerves. But you fear you might shake your skeleton right out of your skin if you move.

“I-I’m sorry, I—“ Noah scratches at the back of his neck with one tattooed hand before slotting it back into his sweatshirt pocket. “Bryan suggested I do this and… This isn’t how I imagined this going.”

“This isn’t how I imagined this going either,” you murmur. Your voice wavers from the intensity of the tears you’re holding back.

The silence that settles between you is stifling. It has you holding your breath silently begging for your apartment building to suddenly collapse all around you. You can’t do this for much longer.

But Noah still hasn’t said anything else. He is looking at you earnestly, as if he is trying to communicate with you using only his eyes. It makes you pity him.

However, you know you can’t do this back and forth all day. You would much rather go lay in bed and ignore the outside world. Ignore Noah.

“Noah, I appreciate you coming and trying to talk,” you say, avoiding eye contact with him. “But I think it’s time you leave. There’s nothing more to be done.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” Noah voice strains with confusion and surprise.

“You need to leave, Noah. Thank you for stopping by.”

You turn around and begin heading to your bedroom. You’re secretly hoping Noah will just give up and leave like you asked. But you know better than to think like that.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Noah’s words catch you off-guard. You freeze where you stand but make no attempt to look at him. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as you anxiously wait for him to go on.

“That’s why I—“ You hear him take a deep breath before continuing. “That’s why I didn’t want you on the tour with us. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or anything, so I figured it would be best if you didn’t come with at all. I was afraid I would let it slip and you wouldn’t feel the same. Then you’d go home and forget about me and… Guess I did that exact thing anyways, didn’t I?”

Tears are gathering in your eyes as Noah speaks. You can feel your stomach sinking at his confession, and it makes you wonder if letting him in your apartment was truly a good idea. But it’s a little too late to reminisce about that decision you can’t take back.

You hesitantly turn to face Noah. There are tear stains trailing down his cheeks that disappear under the line of his jaw. Even from this distance, you can tell his eyes are bloodshot and puffy.

The moment both your gazes meet you could feel that forceful tug in your chest. You fight against the pull as much as you possibly can, but you know you will gravitate towards Noah eventually.

The gravity between you is simply inevitable.

“I’m sorry.” Your heart mimics the breaking of Noah’s voice. “For everything. I should’ve talked to you about tour, and I should’ve talked to you after tour was over. There’s a lot I should have done, and I wish I could erase all of it and try again. Do it properly so I never have to lose you. But I can’t, and I… I am so fucking sorry.”

He remains quiet after that. Tears are pouring from your eyes and you’re shaking uncontrollably. That powerful tug is begging you to close the distance between you and Noah.

And after all this time of fighting back against this gravity and the desire you feel to be with Noah for so many years, you finally give in to it. Your legs slowly shuffle you towards Noah. He has so many emotions intermingling on his face as you approach that it’s difficult to comprehend what he’s feeling.

You come to a stop right in front of him. Hesitation stirs in you, and you are able to bite it back as you give Noah a soft look.

“I wish we could turn back time to do it all over again, too,” you tell him. “But we can start over now, if you want.. Seb.”

It takes Noah a moment to process your words. Then he nods, the tension in his shoulders slowly slipping away and disappearing completely. He also seems delighted at hearing your nickname for him.

“I’m in love with you too,” you whisper. “But it really hurt when you never got back in touch with me. I thought I had done something wrong, or you just didn’t want to be friends anymore. So seeing you the other day after so long was really weird for me and I wish I had stayed to hear you out. And I’m sorry, for storming out and being stubborn.”

Noah seems, not only surprised, but relieved, when you tell him you’re in love with him. Then he smiles down at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just a stupid asshole who can’t express his feelings,” he tells you. “And don’t apologize for being stubborn or storming out the other day. It was sudden and unexpected. It’s okay, I promise.”

You return his smile.

“Okay.”

Noah hesitantly stretches out his arms in invitation for a hug. And you’re never going to fight against this gravity between you two ever again.

You fall into his chest and embrace him. Noah’s arms curl around you, holding you close for a moment before lifting you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips.

Being pressed against Noah like this — chest to chest, tears staining your faces — feels right. It feels like galaxies colliding and solar systems stitching themselves together. Like foreign planets aligning and stars exploding into supernovas. It’s two celestial bodies finally merging after millennia of being separated.

It feels like home.

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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Stelle nsfw and sfw headcannons…Pleasewe

ye ye!! since you two buds said please-

— aaa being in a relationship with stelle is a ride. she’s so pretty and weird that you even wonder how someone like her exists. oh well, you ain’t complaining. despite her weird traits, when it comes to you, she’s protective and almost always seen by your side! she’s like a cat y’know?

— stelle flirts but it’s..pretty random? i feel like she doesn’t know how to be romantic all like that but tries her best in unintentional silly ways. like one time, she shows up at your cabin door in the middle of the night with a rose in her mouth casually asking to be let in. if you’re wearing an outfit that she never seen before and likes it, she’ll stare at you for the longest before commenting how good you look. she’ll prob say “ your butt fits nice in those pants, can i touch?”

— the way stelle looks at you whenever you’re around is adorable. march describes it as “a happy puppy who’s happy to see its owner! “

— def touch starved. every chance she gets to cuddle with you, she plops on top of you like a dead fish and now she’s apart of you. stelle’s pretty strong so if her arms are wrapped around you. . .good luck! also, please give her forehead kisses, it makes her all puddy inside and her love-sick grin is just precious.

— her kisses aren’t bad at all. they’re languid but a little sloppy since she’s ofc inexperienced. she’ll kiss you like that before and after missions, and in the heat of the moment like after a chase or fight; it grounds her.

— there’s a few times where stelle randomly suggested on making out with you behind a building during a mission and you just look at her like she took a dive in one of the trash cans on a street.

— you know that one idle when stelle is playing on her phone? yeah, imagine her challenging you to play with her and you almost always beat her. when she finally wins, for some reason she’s smug? like you’re sore loser, why so smug? she’d be the type to ask for a rematch and try to make you lose by casually using cheesy pick-up lines or making some random jokes that’s weirdly funny.

“ wow, i’m first place, again. “ you laughed, taking delight in seeing your girlfriend’s shoulders sag in defeat as she frowns at the sight of 2nd place in front of her name. “ losing in mario kart mobile is depressing, i know. it’s a skill issue though, the game’s easy. “ you shrugged, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

“ . . . .your mom. “ she mumbled.

your head whipped towards her, a look of surprised etched on your face. “ wh-what did you just say? did. .did you just make a mom joke, stelle? “ stelle clears her throat, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, she smiling cheekily, “ no, i obviously said good game, (name). “

nsfw

— stelle’s a service top and bottom so basically a switch. she prefers top though because she enjoys pleasing you. that dazed expression on your face; it’s almost like you’re seeing stars, she’s so enthralled by it. she’s so obsessed with the way you moan her name, she does whatever means necessary to hear your voice like a broken record in her ear.

— pervert! stelle is real. she’s sneaky with it, if you’re in the shower, she shamelessly undresses and invites herself. you won’t really realize she’s there until you hear the sliding door creak open and soon after, wandering hands makes theirselves known on your stomach then travels downward; hair ticking against your neck. she grins when you say her name in a breathless voice.

— she likes to touch herself and goes off at the mere thought of you alone. even when you’re asleep beside her, she can’t resist the urge in fingering herself while watching you sleep. she’s fine in relieving herself like this and doesn’t wanna wake you up. but sometimes, she gets a little too loud. is it on purpose in hopes of you waking up to help her out? maybe.

— i can imagine her throwing you a suggestive glance as you travel your fingers up her skirt from under a table, wandering a little too close to her cunt. she spreads her legs a little more, silently inviting you to go farther.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #stelle x reader #honkai stelle #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #honkai star rail imagines

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shinsorokiri · 2 years

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y’know i know a lot of people talk about how they love shane and seb because they’re the damaged men in the game, and like same 100%, but i also see a lot of people kinda dismiss sam as a golden retriever, positive, happy character. but if you really think about it, sam fits into the same category as seb and shane too. like:

1. his mother expresses multiple times to the farmer that although she loves her children, she very much longs to have a life where she doesn’t have to constantly worry about kids. in a way a part of her deep down wishes that sam and vincent didn’t really exist and it tears her apart and vincent isn’t necessarily old enough to grasp the concept, but sam is and you know he notices it. this is the woman who raised him and (i at least headcanon him) as someone who is very observant. he definitely notices these behaviors coming from her. and idk about you, but having an inkling that your mother is unhappy with her life in any capacity would really screw me up personally.

2. his father went to WAR. like fully went to war and i’m thinking he was in the army for 2 and a half years at least because he has a corporal badge (even though it’s upside down) but that means that he was away for bootcamp, then deployed, and if sam is around what? like 19? 20? that means that he became the “man of the household” at 17 or 18. Because I personally believe Kent was away for three to three and a half years. Bootcamp for about 10 weeks, straight to a base for more training, and it seems as though the active war made it so he got deployed into action fairly quickly. So, not only did Sam have an absence where his father should have been during the years he became a young adult, but he has to adjust to his father coming back and struggling with PTSD and quite honestly being shellshocked. (i also believe kent was honorably discharged, meaning something bad happened to him in the war. perhaps it was the same event where he lost many of his friends, but i fully believe the war is still ongoing even when kent returns to the valley considering the traveling merchant is still smuggling things into the town.) all the memories he had of kent are just memories now because his father will never be the same as he was before. And sam KNOWS that! even vince notices it!

3. he’s literally a rebellious skater kid, one of his heart events is him getting in trouble WITH THE MAYOR because he’s skating where he’s not supposed to, AND he purposely tries to sabotage the soup for the potluck and leads in community service hours. he’s a teenage dirtbag baby! a misunderstood edgy kid who acts out because he doesn't know how to express his feelings! and on top of that, with his adhd he’s even more misunderstood and people don’t take him seriously at all. he gets scolded for things that he seemingly just can’t help all the time and that just hurts him and makes him act out even more.

4. sam is also a damaged individual - he’s just better at masking it. seb embraces the darkness and accepts that he is an outcast and doesn’t try to hide the fact he is. shane struggles with addiction and depression publicly and it’s not negative necessarily, but he can’t hide it from anyone. sam has a warped idea that he cannot show his ailments, physical or mental because he needs to be strong for his little brother and give an example of what he believes a man should be (and because of the patriarchal society he lives in he doesn’t know that he can be vulnerable because no one told him because the man who would have been able to explain that to him during the years he really needed to hear it wasn’t there). i fear he suffers a bit from toxic positivity and desperately tries to rely on hobbies to distract him from his reality.

long story short, sam is not just a silly guy, he has depth. i mean come on, he's best friends with sebastian for a reason! they’re similar in ways! he just doesn’t know how to talk about or express it. all this to say, sam is an interesting and deep character that shouldn’t be written off immediately by people.

sam supremacy! lmao

#stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley sam #stardew sam #stardew headcanon #stardew valley headcanon #woke up and thought i'd advocate for samson today #cause i love that guy #sdv sam #sdv

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Hey bunny! Sorry for bothering you when I'm sure you're in the middle of perfecting the addams!matz fic, but I have a kinda specific request I'm not sure I'd trust anyone else with.

I've been feeling kinda low on the self esteem/body image scales, but whenever I look for comfort fics I find that a lot of them cater towards chubby or curvier readers, which is great! I'm really happy that authors are doing that... but as someone who has the figure of a crayon, and is insecure about not being curvy or "feminine" enough, or worse that I appear child-like, it kinda just serves as a reminder some days T-T

So would it be too self indulgent to request a comfort/body worship fic with either Mingi or Yeosang with an s/o who's not curvy and is insecure about it?

No hard feelings if that's outta your comfort zone tho! I geddit ^^

Have a good day bunny, hope you have nothing but happy, snuggly, cozy vibes <33

~Lyra

i get where you’re coming from completely!! i feel like as a curvier girl i’m very lucky because it’s fairly easy to find fics catered towards me. i guess due to my own ignorance i haven’t really taken notice of a lack of fics that don’t cater to me but now you point it out i can see that it’s definitely true! i hope that i can write this perfectly for you because i feel like everyone should have fics that include them!

so i’m under the impression that mingi does not give a fuck about body type in the slightest

i mean we’ve all seen his fan calls - the man flirts with anyone regardless of body type and he’s so real for that!

but despite your boyfriend’s love and affection, sometimes your own brain gets to you a little

and sometimes the time you spend picking yourself to pieces in the mirror increases to a level that’s become concerning to mingi

he’ll catch you from time to time, just standing there and running your hands over your form

and, sure, he may be a little oblivious sometimes, but he isn’t dumb; he knows that it can’t be anything good

it’s not really a surprise when the two of you are getting ready for a date night and he catches you doing the exact same thing

he doesn’t say anything as he crawls on the bed, choosing to relax as he waits for you to finish, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t worried

still, even with him wondering whether or not you’re okay, he can’t help but admire how pretty you look in that dress

the way it elegantly hugs your body, stopping at mid-thigh to reveal just enough of your pretty legs to draw him in, but not enough to send him feral

well, even more feral than usual that is; you could be dressed in a pair of ratty old pyjamas and that man would still find something to make his dick twitch

“mingi,” you say after a short while of him admiring you, “do you think i look alright?”

his brow furrows and he scoffs in dismay

he’s almost offended in a way because how dare someone say something like that about his girl?

then he remembers that you are his girl and the fact that you’re saying it should probably be more cause for concern than offense

“you look better than alright, princess,” he says, “you think i’d be sat here undressing you with my eyes if i didn’t?”

you send him a glare through the mirror

“that’s not the point, mingi,” you grumble, “i know you think i’m hot but…”

“but what?” he asks, voice thick with worry, “you’re not worried about what other people think of you, right?”

you begin to shake your head, although you feel like your denial isn’t necessarily true

so instead you shrug, and with a sigh you tear yourself away from the mirror so you can go and sit on the edge of the bed next to mingi

he budges his legs over, making space for you to perch yourself on the mattress

“i mean i guess so?” you say, “i just… i don’t want people thinking i look like a child or something, y’know?”

mingi doesn’t know - the last thing he thinks of you is ‘child’, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he can’t try and sympathise

he shifts one of his hands from behind his head to rub against your arm soothingly

“i don’t think you look like a child,” he says, “i think you look like my girlfriend; my very pretty, very sexy girlfriend, very mature-looking girlfriend.”

and while you appreciate his words, you can’t help but feel like they don’t mean much coming from him

it makes you feel bad, of course, but your boyfriend telling you you’re hot just doesn’t fill you with confidence about what everyone else thinks

“you don’t count,” you pout, “you have to think i’m hot.”

you don’t see the way mingi rolls his eyes before shoving himself into a sitting position

he shuffles his way over until he’s right behind you, close enough to swaddle your upper half in his overly-lengthy arms

he squeezes tight, just how he knows you like it

“i don’t have to think anything,” he kisses the spot just below your ear, “i think you’re hot because i have eyes and i can see that you’re hot.”

you can’t help but giggle as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, puffing out blasts of warm air against the sensitive skin

he always could find a way of making you laugh, even if in this situation, you’d personally class it as cheating

“well,” you say through your giggles, “i also have eyes and my eyes say the opposite!”

“yeah, but i don’t trust your eyes,” he kisses you, wet and sloppy and soft, against where your shoulder meets your neck, “they’re connected to your brain and me and your brain aren’t the best of friends.”

his hand move until they’re flat against your ribs, thumbs smoothing over the fabric of your dress

he almost wished the dress wasn’t there at all, wanting to feel the skin to skin contact, but he hardly thought now was the best time to ask you to strip

“you love my brain,” you counter, “my brain is me and you always tell me you love me!”

he smiles; you feel his teeth brush against you

“true,” he says, “but your brain is also mean to you, and anyone who’s mean to my baby is my enemy, okay?”

it’s a silly argument, but you can’t help but nod along in agreement

“good,” he says as he feels you give into his compliments, “now we have two choices; we either go out on the date, or we lie here and cuddle. it’s up to you, princess.”

you know which one he’d prefer; the way he’s stuck himself to you back like a limpet is enough evidence of that

but you can’t quite decide for yourself

one one hand you’re already dressed and made up, plus the fact that you’ve been wanting to go to this place for ages now and tables are really hard to book

on the other, taking the uncomfortable shoes off and crawling into bed next to your overly-clingy boyfriend seemed just so tempting

perhaps the choice isn’t that hard after all, you realise as you lean over - boyfriend still very much attached to you - to grab your makeup wipes

“pick a film, then,” you instruct as you take one out of the packet and begin to rub at your face, “and make it a good one!”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez fic #ateez headcanons #mingi fluff #mingi x reader #mingi fanfic

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