#Getting anxious and playing hard-to-get...aren't they all bad things rather than good ?

[starynightcreator]

It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 7-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 4,887

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART SEVEN:

“They never deserved someone like you in their lives and karma will kick them in the ass so hard they won't be able to sit for years. I’m sorry they did this to you, they are awful people. Wait, if you hate parties then why’d you invite me to this one?”

“You’re sweet Edd’s, you always are to me. Also thank you for that, you are always being so kind to me, honest, real, and what not..Haha well they definitely deserve it. Oh Umm. Because I wanted to spend time with you.”“ Don’t thank me Star, I'd do anything for you and I mean it. Star you didn’t have to go to a party to spend time with me. I would have come over here for a movie night or done something you enjoyed too.” “Well it’s probably good we went anyways. Even if I got hurt. I needed to find out at some point right? Besides parties aren't all bad there is music, it’s dark enough people don’t pay attention to you jamming out, and it’s fun if you got someone there you know. Wait, you would have?”“I guess you are right. Yeah that’s true, well we can jam out here if you want I don’t plan on leaving. Of course I would have.” You thought for a minute and remembered you installed color changing light bulbs and you had a few funky light things. “Okay but i’ll be right back.”“Okay i’ll be here.” You then come back smiling with a small box. “I got the goods!”“Is that so?” You then start taking things out of the box and plugging them in throughout the room. “Yes. FUNKY LIGHTS!” You then dim the lights and switch the lights to where they change colors with the beat of the music. “Wow, fancy setup you got here.”“Thank you.” You then hand your phone to Edds to pick the first song. “Hmmm let see.Let’s go with this one.” He had picked the one he caught you jamming to earlier but stopped when you got caught (Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics) “You did not just do that.” “Do what?? I just started a song.” You were gonna say more but you'd rather just jam. So you’ll just sass him later. “Fineee. Turn it up then pretty boy.” The next song was your turn to pick and you picked Just Dance by Lady GaGa, Colby O’Donis. You started to forget you weren’t alone and you just started having so much fun. At one point Eddie just stepped back and looked at you as if you were the only thing he ever wanted to look at again. You eventually turn around and notice which made you blush. You’ve never seen that look on his face before. Sure you caught him staring before but you couldn’t really pin why tho. So you went to your phone to pick another song (Song now playing was So Sweet I Could Die by Lucia & The Best Boys) as Eddie seemed to zoned out. But all of the sudden. “Star?” “Eddie?” You turn around smiling thinking he was going to point out it was his turn but instead. “Can I be honest with you?” “Always.”“I know this may not be the best time to say it but I don’t know when it will. Smack me if you must but I'm going to do it anyway.”“Ok Edds and i’ll listen.”“I like you Star yes as a friend but I also like you more than that. I want to be able to call you my girlfriend…My Star. You are my world and you deserve more than the world. You don’t deserve to be treated like trash ever.” Eddie started to walk up to you until he was just close enough where you would have to look up a bit, but he still didn't get in your face. You were looking down tho due to nerves but Eddie wasn’t going to settle for the top of your head this time. So he grabbed your chin and gently guided your face to look back at his. Which is where he saw your red cheeks. Which made him smirk almost instantly. “Star? Are you blushing at what I just told you?” You swat his hand away and look to the side doing everything to avoid eye contact. “No. It’s just the lighting.”“Oh Star, you've never been good at lying just tell me.” You thought for a moment and you thought why hide it anymore your single and have no intentions on getting back together. You had fallen for Eddie pretty much since you met him. So why keep hiding how you truly feel. So you look down but at Eddie's hands and you just go before you back out…

[virtuousvigil]

i feel. so bad tonight. i'm really beating myself up about not being able to post "wanting wrapped in red" today; i'm scared shitless about not being able to get the other one "fate, forged from failure" up in time either and i literally want to sob about it.

i just... feel so down on myself? my friend keeps reminding me that it's silly to feel that way when the output i've had is literally on par with the level professional writers are at—my wpm is 93 w/ a 98% accuracy rate, and i average anywhere from 2k-6k words a day. typically around 5k, sometimes managing 10k+ on a really good day. that's... literally more than stephen king??? i know for a fact that i'm trying too hard and not pacing myself enough and that its NORMAL for these things to take time. that it's not my fault i saw the event post so late and during finals and that i invested my time fully to my partner when they were here rather than writing the whole time. and yet:

i feel like i'm failing. because despite that ability, i've only been able to actually work on anything for maybe a total of like. idk 10 days all month? i was supposed to do so much more. i couldn't even squeeze in the one prompt i really wanted to do. and i know i overloaded myself by jumping right back into school with no break, especially taking a whole literature and art history class that require a lot of attention... i understand that premise of promise was a hard one to get through, because as beautiful as it is it required me to do a lot of cross-referencing and reworking and research.

but god fucking damnit. i know it's just fanfic. i know the point is to have fun and I AM at the end of it. it's not that i don't enjoy writing. but i am feeling so down and anxious about the idea that i can't get this turned in on time for the event week. cause i just???? (°◠°)

i really want to participate more in things like this and not being able to get everything i had planned in makes me feel like a failure. i'm still bummed about missing out on the T4T zine that amsatasm would have been PERFECT for. i'm sad that i don't have the time i need to make what i want as quickly as i do and even though i logically know it's completely reasonable that it takes me as much time as it does to produce what i'm making, my emotional brain is just yelling that i'm a failure and it's because i'm not good enough, not trying enough, not prioritizing things enough.

i'm literally mad right now because my brain is fried out and can't write anymore of WWIR but i can apparently type all this and complain. i feel guilty for that, for the fact that i'm not working harder, doing more, able to just dump it all out. frustrated that my adhd means every time anything or anyone sidelines me or interrupts i am immediately pulled out of that zone and distracted and it takes sleeping or HOURS of downtime to get me back to a point i can work. i feel like i'm going to disappoint anyone who's supporting me with it, like i'm not going to be able to follow through with anything. and for some reason i am fixated on the idea that if i don't post these fics SPECIFICALLY for the BJW collection that no one will ever read them—which is IDIOTIC. AMSATASM is still my most popular work; i've never once added it to a collection, primarily advertised it here and occasionally bsky and it's by FAR the most successful one i've had. people aren't reading my works just because of a collection it's because they want to read it. yet i can't break that thought that it won't matter if i post these things after the collection cut off.

ugh. i know it isn't healthy or right. i know that my brain is playing tricks on me. i know that this is burnout i refused to address or give myself space for creeping up on me in the form of bad behavioral habits that make me want to push myself harder in response to it to "prove myself" or something. i know it's normal for real life obligations to take priority, that it's GOOD i'm not abandoning my friends or loved ones just to pour myself into my work even if it's kinda sorta all my brain wants to hyperfixate on lately. i know i'm gonna have to take a break and step away for a few weeks/months at some point this year and it just. really sucks. i don't want to. i want to create, i want to share it, i want to connect with others about the things i love and the work i'm doing. i want to inspire others and uplift them and support other creatives while also creating myself. i want to feel like enough, for myself, and i just. idk how to do that right now.

i don't know. it just sucks. it's a rough spot to be in, because i can intellectualize it back and forth for all eternity but it boils down to: i'm disappointed in myself, because i really wanted to be able to completely participate in this one thing and i can't. i won't be able to. i have an unrealistic expectation of myself with this, clearly; but that doesn't stop me from beating myself up for not meeting that standard. i really, really wanted these fics to be in there. i really, REALLY wanted to be able to feel accomplished that way. but it just... isn't possible for me to capture all these ideas this way in this timeframe.

maybe i'll make "fate forged in failure" more than just 2 chapters, break it up a bit more. or even do the same with wanting wrapped in red, so i can get it posted but add to it in a reasonable amount of time? my brain loves to yell at me that no one wants to wait around for me either, so that usually prevents me from breaking things up in chapters (that and i struggle with like... where do i cut it off so that it feels natural/how do i end this etc). but idk. maybe some exposure therapy to doing that is the best course of action. idfk. i just want to scream and cry. it's silly to let myself get to that point but it's not so much about anything other than a resurfaced feeling of failure due to not "completing" things by a deadline. for a decade i completed absolutely nothing; for a lot of that time i even gave up on starting. with art. with music. with writing. with everything—the only thing i routinely kept doing was journaling, and even then i felt awful bc for the longest time it wasn't consistent and i never dated it.

that's not how i operate anymore. i complete things, even if not to the standard i'd like, even when it's late. sure i don't complete everything but most things i do, and i always try to do it well. but this specifically is just flaring up some weird sort of internal RSD thing or some other secret third mental fucked thing that makes me feel like i'm just... a big old failure who can't do anything. cause again i can type all this and even post it like a crybaby but why couldn't i force myself to sit and write another 1k for WWIR or FFFF? or even AMSATASM? why couldn't i have spent this time completing it so that i could post it? and what if now that time wasted is why i miss the cutoff?

...i don't know. it's illogical and infuriating but it's making me so just. sad. angry. annoyed. and now tomorrow i have to manage somehow finishing it up and adding enough to ch1 for FFFF to be able to post by saturday, while balancing the fact that i have a group project for world Lit that i am (as always) the main one orchestrating. on top of all my other coursework. and helping sam because she's going through a bad breakup (not complaining there—i want to be there for her first and foremost, and most of my time away from writing HAS been that the last few days and i don't regret that at all, truly). and chores and feeding myself and taking care of the pets and my health and oh don't forget i have therapy at 10am tomorrow and i still haven't signed my ROI so i can start T and i need to go to the grocery store and i just

i want to cry. i need a clone. i need a weighted blanket. i need a cup of chamomile and a hug. i need a climax in both a literary and physical sense. i need to be able to finish these fics and get them posted, and then i need to go lay in the woods with my hand in the river for an hour while saying nothing and hearing nothing but birdsong and the babbling brook.

for now i guess i'll just go to sleep.

[retromutagn]

okay finally updating some verses ! leo's verses are most notable, because his personality and approach to life greatly change over the course of the series. i've got those listed under the cut; if any of these stick out to you for plotting purposes, feel free to hmu x

season 1: very much starry-eyed hero. he's young and tries to act older than he is. cares deeply about being responsible, dependable, and mature. that said, he starts developing a lot of animosity towards his brothers here, because he feels like he's trying so hard and none of them care about that/about him/about the team. all that said, this leo stills views leadership as a captain ryan-esque thing; he has his one-liners, training games, etc etc.

season 2: where the actual Pressure of being leader starts to set in. much more somber about what he's supposed to do and be. perfectionism sets in bad here; it was always an issue, but now he's training and meditating a lot more. will still play games, but takes the leadership way more seriously. keep in mind that this is the leo sacrificing himself to complete a mission.

season 3: NOT good. struggling a lot with his perceived failure, his new disability, and living up to what everyone needs from him. more reserved. starts to isolate himself a fair bit at this point in time, and isn't at all receptive to difficult conversations. that said, this is also where he starts to figure out who he is without worrying about the family expectations; things like his spirituality and the "boys will be boys" way he talks to casey come to mind.

season 4: even more not good. struggling to cope with splinter's death/the fear of this death not being prevented. starting to hate the leadership thing, but i don't think he recognizes it as such; rather, he's anxious and resentful and looking for distractions, but he doesn't know why. very, very isolated and rarely has interactions with the team that aren't, in some way, related to missions.

season 5: big massive character development season. once he manages to cope with splinter's death (which does take a long, long time), he ends up turning more to mourning the past few years. there is a certain degree of age reg/ression here (separating bc of bots, it isn't anything se/xual here) as a result, since most of his teenage years were spent having a very strict perception of himself. this is where we get things like him butting heads with usagi, getting more into games he would've loved when he was 13-15, the fun he has playing as van helsing, etc. as a result, he is way happier atp, but he's also decidedly less mature, not only in how he acts but also his emotional responses.

[herdeviousins]

"Why do I have to give out my affection like that? What's good about not getting enough. Shouldn't you give as much as you can? Getting anxious and playing hard-to-get... Aren't they all bad things rather than good?"

It is... dissatisfying. Or insufficient, you could say. Why had I always believed that this was a good thing?

[1unaaaaa]

1 (기정) : 배포를 촘 키워라,응? 세상 모든 촣은 게 다 내 거 응? 왜 내 게 될 수 없 다고 생각하는 겐데? 2 행방클럽은 뭐 하는 데야? 뭐에서 해방되는 건데 ? 일 ? (미정) : 인간한테서요. 지겨운 인간한테서요. 3 (구 씨) : 원래 약한 인간일수록 사악해 4 (기정) : 근뎌요 애타는 게 좋은 거여요 ? 왜 좋아요, 애가 타는데? 익는 것도 아이고 타는데? 마음이 막 그거 안 좋은 거잖아요 불펼한 거잖아요 응? 남녀가 사귀는데 뭔가 가득 이럭게 충만하게 채워져야지 줄 듯 말 듯, 찔끔찔끔 그게 뭐야? 밥도 그렇게 주면 살인 나요 근데 왜 애정을 그 렇게 얄밉게 줘야 돼요? 아니,간질간질한 게 뭐가 좋아? 시원하게 박박 긁어 줘가 좋지 애타고 간질간질하고 그거 다 불쾌 아닌가요? 유쾌가 아니라 5 (창희) : 내가 사람들 틈에서 오버하고 있었나 봐 혼자 있으니까 되게 차분하고 다정해져 (여린) : 혼자 다정한 건 뭐야? (창희) : 몰라,그냥 혼자 다정한...

[starlit-pathways]

but anyway. i loved every little piece of that episode—the intimacy of the scenes, the lines that feel like they're ripped right from my diary—(taken from the netflix translations) "i don't care about where i'll go after i die. i want to see heaven while i'm alive", "getting anxious and playing hard to get... aren't they all bad things? rather than good?", "i guess i have been putting up a façade with other people. now that i'm alone, i've become so calm and gentle."

not only the lines, but the themes. heaven and hell—godship and worship. hell is not heat; it is the cold and dark business made in cars. hell is what i thought i respected. the power that i had before—the power that i thought i would have with this kind of car. heaven is what i make with you, right now. heaven is a state i can become when i am alone.

when you tell me about your day—when we destroy the light so we can see the moon, and look at nature together. when you're scary. when you don't scare me at all. every moment, we are in heaven together. don't shave your hair.

i just. love it. i love this show.

[rfadaydreaming]

hands of the rfa (v+saeran)

jumin’s are on the broader side. you can usually spot a couple of cat scratches or paper cuts here and there, not particularly soft, but not rough either. he’s almost always holding tension in them, so they get pretty veiny. subconsciously flexes them out of habit, or rubs his palms to get rid of the ache that can sometimes grow there. your favorite thing is watching him pet elizabeth, he’s so gentle and soft with her that it melts your heart. he carries that same softness whenever he touches you, one of the only times his hands fully relax is when he’s running them up and down your arms, maybe even holding your face in his palm. he likes to rest his hand on your thigh or run his fingers through your hand idly while doing paperwork. his hands are cold most of the time, not icy, but the chill is still noticeable. he has steady hands and a good grip. he likes to wear rings whenever he gets the chance, gothic style ones especially. when the vampire that he invited had come to the rfa party, jumin was obsessed with all his fancy rings. he usually has his hands crossed over his lap, and he doesn’t talk with them often. a wave of the hand to employees is most all you’ll get.

zen has soft soft soft hands. spends a lot of money on lotions and salves, so when he touches you it feels like genuine silk. not super lanky, but not broad either. they're just… very even and pretty. has a very tiny dusting of blood freckles on his knuckles, but you’d have to look closely to notice them. probably hand models in his free time. fluid motions whenever he uses them, it’s nice to watch the way his hands move especially while he’s acting. he holds a lot of passion in his hands while he preforms, it’s like they tell a story of their own. you like to hold your palm against his, twirling and twisting your hands around at random. he loves to run the backs of his knuckles down your jawline before placing down gentle kisses there, while telling you how much he loves you. he wears jewellery whenever he’s feeling it, likes a lot of different kinds too, wears fashion rings most of the time. his hands are on the warmer side, so if you’re cold all you need to do is hold his hands for a few minutes and then bam, you’re all nice and cozy again. his hands are usually in his pocket, playing around with a pack of cigarettes, or resting at his side.

yoosung’s hands aren’t particularly soft, but they aren’t exactly rough either. on the shorter side compared to everyone else too. his touch is still so gentle and comforting, especially whenever it comes to you. he holds your hand tight and tells you how much you mean to him, it feels safe and secure, he feels like home. his hands are insanely hot all the time, even when it’s cold outside, so he’s like your own personal little heater. has a barely visible coat of freckles over his knuckles and a few scars here and there, faded now but still noticeable. most of them are from cooking accidents, some from cats. he likes to run his fingers through your hair, or up and down your arms. in the middle waiting on game lobbies he’ll hold your hand, running his thumb across your skin with a smile. you like to watch as he plays video games sometimes, his hands get so tense during tough matches, so you help him massage out the tension when he’s done. he gets horrible shaky hands whenever he gets really nervous. doesn’t wear rings or anything, doesn’t like the way they feel, but he does like bracelets. has a matching bracelet with you that he wears pretty much all the time. he talks with his hands a lot, but when he’s idle, they're shyly tucked away in his pocket, fiddling with his thumbs in front of him, or crossed over his chest.

jaehee’s are soft, she uses a lot of hand sanitizer so there’s almost always some lotion at her side, her hands are silky and smooth because of that. not as much as zen’s, but still close. she gets a lot of papercuts is the only thing, but besides that her hands are overall smooth, shorter nails, she has a nail biting problem, and she’s a lesbian!! 🗣 so she prefers them that way. she taps her fingertips on things whenever she’s thinking. her hands are warm, not hot, but it’s comfortable and cozy whenever she holds your own. she likes to run her fingers up your wrists, leaving little kisses behind the trail. cups the side of your face with a big smile while telling you how much she loves you, running her thumb across your cheek. like jumin, holds tension in her hands so they have a tendency to ache sometimes. she holds them together or rubs them when she’s nervous. if she's still working under jumin no, she doesn’t wear jewelry or nail polish often. the most you’ll find is ink stains on the sides of her hand. but in the coffee shop she’ll start to explore more, finds she likes dainty little rings and neutral polishes. she talks with her hands when she gets excited or when she’s really into talking about a topic. her hands are usually busy tapping a table or holding something most of the time.

seven has some long lanky hands, we’ve seen his hacker fingers. a mix between broad and lanky. they aren't delicate and soft, but not bulky either. his hands are hot, like absolute furnace level hot. he gets sweaty palms easily. he has a rather rough touch, but not at all bad, it feels like saeyoung if that makes sense. he likes to squish your cheeks between his hands, run his fingers down your palms, warm your hands up in his own. a little rough when he touches you, kind of when you see something really cute and you get all tense and you just wanna shake it around, he has that with you sometimes. he has really short nails, some scars scattered around as well, a few burn marks from his childhood. he has a ton of freckles all over his knuckles especially in the summer. shakes his hands around for awhile whenever they get sore, which is often due to his job. steady hands and grip. he wears jewelry while in cosplay, besides that not very often. but he does paint his nails when he feels up to it or is bored, which is more often. probably did dick decals once because he thought it was the pinnacle of humor. talks with his hands heavily, very animated while he speaks. when he’s not using them they’re usually in the pockets of his hoodie, or busy annoying someone. pokes saeran’s cheeks which earns him a slap of the hand in return.

jihyun has the prettiest hands, lanky but sturdy. no shakiness at all, steadiness of an artist, but when he gets nervous, emotional, or has caffeine, they do shake pretty bad. super soft and silky, and like zen, his hands are very fluid and lovely to watch as he works, especially while he’s painting. surprisingly warm hands, never hot, but they're comfortable and cozy. he does get cold very easily though, so you’ll have to help him warm up on occasion. his touch is gentle and careful, touches everything like it’s art, especially you. he’ll trace your skin with his fingers, leaving kisses in their wake. he always touches you so softly, like you’re glass or the finest of arts. he likes to “paint” your skin with his fingertips sometimes. he holds his own hands and rubs them together when he’s feeling anxious. he has well kept nails, he’ll wear nail polish if you want him to hehe wears rings but only with meaning. has matching rings with you and jumin. bracelets sometimes too, the cute woven ones. but again, they need meaning for him. you can normally find paint stains scattered across his hands. he talks with his hands very gently, it’s not super animated and fast like seven, it’s slow and calm. his hands are usually kept behind his back, or loosely at his sides.

saeran’s are very pale and almost translucent. blue veins, cherry fingertips, red knuckles. they’re big like seven’s but a little skinnier. surprisingly they’re insanely soft, he doesn’t use anything for that, it’s just natural. his freckles are much more faded than saeyoung’s, he has some scars, more burn marks than his brother does. he’s incredibly insecure about his hands, so he’ll pull his hoodie down to cover most of the skin there. freezing cold most of the time, he has bad circulation. so he loves when you hold your hand within his, running your fingers down his own, kiss his knuckles and whisper “pretty.” when you look at them. while he’s not sure he believes you, it still means a lot to him. he likes to trace things you’re insecure about and whisper “pretty” back. his nails are short, he bites them from anxiety a lot. you suggest painting them so he won’t bite them as often, at first he’s not sure, but quickly finds that he really likes the way that looks. prefers when you paint his nails though, claims he doesn’t know how to do it, but he does. he just likes being close to you. very shaky all the time, doesn’t have a steady grip. he’ll only wear rings that you get for him. doesn’t talk with his hands unless he’s really excited about something, almost all of the time they’re in the pocket of his hoodie, or intertwined with your own.

elizabeth the third’s hands are the softest out of the entire rfa, so soft that even zen can’t compete. warm and cozy, but can be painful when shes hard at work making the meanest batch of muffins you ever did see directly on top of your stomach. watch out. looks cute, but still deadly. when jumin’s walking past the couch she’ll stick her paw out and take a swipe at his leg when he’s even a minute later past feeding time. rolls all cutesy if she does manage to draw some blood, because she knows absolutely no one, not even zen, could stay mad at a face like that for too long.

thanks for reading! find more on my mysme masterlist ♡!

[uriquotes]

Kijeong: Why do I have to give out my affection like that? What's good about not getting enough. Shouldn't you give as much as you can? Getting anxious and playing hard-to-get... Aren't they all bad things rather than good?

Jinu: It is... dissatisfying. Or insufficient, you could say. Why had I always believed that this was a good thing?

[dorian-v-gaye]

Okay, let's do something else. What if mercs found out that Y/N doubts themself? Like the way they look or what they do. Or they notice they aren't really confident with their work anymore.

(Oh ho ho did somebody not check URLs and determine reblogs from original posts? ~)

[I tease. But for you, yes, I'll do it anyway]

Scout: You could never really see it from the outside unless you knew what to look for, but Scout is very insecure. About his masculinity, about his capability at work, about his ability to even have a friend. To find out someone close to him - one person who he legitimately cares about and openly cares about him - to realise they doubt themselves and feel insecure too sometimes actually takes a weight off his shoulders. Even someone as amazing and wonderful as you could feel insecure or doubtful.

He spends his entire day, mid-fight or not, just chatting to you about what it is he finds hard to believe in himself with, and what you find hard to believe in yourself for, and you both get the silent solidarity of knowing someone understands - and will always be there for you.

Soldier: Soldier is confused at first. It didn't make sense to him. Someone as awesome as you? Feeling like they weren't amazing? But that's wrong! You are amazing! More amazing than a bald eagle flying through fireworks on a glorious American summer day! Who lied to you about how amazing you are? They will get a rocket to the face! And then a fist to their face! If any of their face is left!

You explain to him that it's just yourself, some memories here and there warping the perception you have of yourself so you could never really "see" yourself from the outside. So you assume the worst. He nods - he gets that, now - and he decides that whenever you seem down, he will start telling you exactly how he percieves you - every wonderful, glorious, blessed part of what he sees.

Pyro: Pyro sits you down at their tea party, gently placing a paper hat on your head before sitting down opposite you. They don't talk to balloonicorn or ask you to play, like they normally would, but instead they wait - watching you. They place their hands in their lap, and you can feel their hidden eyes looking directly at you. After a while, if you say nothing, they bring out a box - a box full of art supplies. They draw a picture of you - of your face - and then draw an "evil" version of you (its just you with huge black streaks under your eyes, greyer skin, and a big black cloak). They then point at you, give a thumbs up, then point at the evil version and shake their head.

They let you keep their drawings, and also promise you to draw a whole lot more, because they want to remind you that no matter what you don't believe in yourself for - no matter what you think you did wrong or what you're beating yourself up over - you do not try to have bad intentions, you are not a truly evil/bad person, and you are someone they - and the entire team - trust and care about. They will remind you about it every second of every day if they must.

Heavy: Heavy does not say anything at first - he quietly walks over to a table, sits down, and pulls out a chair for you to sit. If you do not take it, he trusts you to know your limits. You can sort yourself out, or come to him, whenever you need to. The choice is yours. If you do sit with him ... he quietly asks you what is wrong. He then waits for a reply - and if you deflect he will simply shake his head or say "no." If you want more of a reply, tell him. Tell him what makes you upset, what you doubt in yourself. He's listening to you for a reason.

Heavy will place a hand on your back [nearly covering all of it], and will tell you that "You are strong. You see Heavy's muscles - I can lift many thing - but you are best kind of strong. Strong in heart. It is a strong that Heavy had to learn - is not easy. Yet you are strong, you keep going. You are best kind of strong - keep doing your best. Is not easy, fighting inside mind is hard. But you make it this far already, da? No point giving in to the lies of your mind now. Keep being strong - if gives Heavy something to look up to. And he will always - always help however you need."

Engineer: Engie stops what he's doing, smiling softly and kindly, as you walk past him after he finds out about how you're feeling. He saw you earlier, when he was busy with something else, and he realised just what was going on with you. Now, later, he put down his wrench and his work outfit, and gently called out your name, asking you to come talk with him, please. He will keep politely prodding you to talk to him until you actually talk to him - or at least someone else - about how you're doing. If/when you come to him, he will be relatively quiet, but still brimming with his politeness and southern hospitality.

He'll softly ask what seems to have you down - he may know you're upset, but he would like to hear why from you, not just assuming. After you tell him what it is, no matter what it is, he'll nod softly, tapping his gloved hand against the bench or wall he's closest to. He'll talk about how your insecurities don't define you, how you're a wonderful person, someone he's glad he met here, and how no matter what you may think you're like, the team knows you. He knows you. And if you where half as bad as you thought, they'd tell you. You're a good person - and good is more than enough.

Demo: He's the second most outright, besides soldier. He'll ask you straight up if anything is wrong, what he can do. He has a very serious expression on his face, but it softens when you quietly tell him it's to do with self-esteem and doubting yourself. He'll pull you in for a strong, warm hug [if you don't like hugs he'll simply pat your back or nudge you gently with his shoulder]. He's going to comfort you for the rest of the day - just gently pampering you so you know how much he loves and respects you.

If you're not feeling better by that night, he'll have a serious - but not harsh - talk with you about how/why you're feeling like that, and discussing how he relates and can help, or anecdotes that put the situation in new light so its easier to care for yourself. It's the best way he knows how to offer comfort and advice - and for you, its less trouble than taking a breath to him.

Sniper: Sniper is his usual self - that is to say, quiet and socially anxious. He'd much rather just using a letter or a phone call to try and talk about issues. Seeing your face, watching you possibly cry, it's too much for him. He can't. But after half a day or so of knowing you're off about something, it becomes too unbearable and he has to help or he'll explode, he bets. He quietly slips you a note, or walks past you and murmers just loud enough to hear - either way, he asks you to visit him at his camper after the match.

Once you're there, he offers to help you get up on the roof - where you find a pile of pillows and blankets and a citronella candle. He lights the candle and invites you down to stargaze with him, watching the desert sky - and while he doesn't have to look you in the eye, he begins to tell you how important you are, how he's always so starstruck by the things you do, how sometimes he wishes he was more like you. After he feels the blood rush to his cheeks, he stops talking and hides his face, clearing his throat before suggesting you both go back to stargazing.

Medic: Medic would comment to you that he knows something is off - he won't stop what he's doing, he'll just keep up his schedule whilst he casually encourages you to tell him. The moment you let up - and he will not stop pestering you until you do - he will scoff at the notion and tell you that you're wrong. Just straight up saying that you're very clearly not as bad as you think, and anyone can see that. It's obvious you're an amazing, attractive, intelligent and skilled person. He's seen literally every part of you, inside and out! He should know! If you're still insecure about it, though ... he'll sit down, stop working [for once] and he'll talk with you about it.

He may occasionally be brash, or not mince words when commenting on what you say, but he genuinely means it from a place of goodwill. If anyone else ever said the things you thought about yourself, he wouldn't hesitate to correct them and fight them if they kept being an asshole. He has to remind himself that is you saying this, and not you repeating what someone else said. Once he's gone through it with you, counterpointing your issues with yourself until you had no more you could think of, he smiles softly and asks if you'd like to feed Archimedes with him. He'd be happy to let two of his favourite living creatures interact - and hopefully it would let him dote on both of you at once.

Spy: Spy stiffens slightly at the idea of talking to you. He knows he should, that it would make things easier, but ... he has a habit of running from difficult scenarios. Even basic consoling is strange and "dangerous" to him. However ... you're important to him. You're a good person, and he wants to stop running ... what better way to start sticking with things than comforting you?

He's awkward, at best. He, for once, doesn't know what to say. He offers you something you like - be it a drink he's seen you go out of your way to buy, a food item, a trinket - just something to break the ice. If you're willing to talk more than 3 words, then he'll relax a little, and occasionally the two of you will switch between talking about ... anything. Anything that could take your mind off of doubts and bring more to light the good parts of you - god knows theres more of those in you than in him. It ends up being quite cathatic, and he suggests doing it more. No matter what you decide, he understands - and he's happy he could "help" any way he could.

[kusagrasskusa]

Yandere Simulator Delinquents.

They're basically copy and paste. Sooo here's my version of them for future reference! I got too excited writing the last one lol- It's been a while since I've been to inspired to write. This is a nice feeling uvu

Umeji Kizuguchi - Yellow guy

He has blonde, previously pink, hair and golden eyes. He wears a yellow shirt under unbuttoned blazer and carries a baseball bat around. He has a scar over his right eye. Umeji is Oroso right hand man and takes over position while she's gone; these are the cannon versions of him and all that's said.

This is my fannon version of him: He was hurt the most during the bullying and therefore the most fearful of pain. He flinches when touched and gets pissed instantly. He's the most cold and aggressive out of the five and it helped him keep him as the most feared of the delinquents. He works out daily, therefore having a good build and likes bitter foods rather than sweets. He'a quite ignorant and refuses to share his likes out of fear of being judged. He still feels depression but now faces more anxiety than anything. He often cries about it late at night.

But despite his depression, he's so determined to stay as a threat to many. It's the kist alive he's ever felt. He's somewhat narcissistic and has both an inferiority and superiority complex, actually. Sensitive to touch and criticism but damn his ego is big. He uses his strength and speed as another threat to fellow students, to let them know that if they mess up then he'll catch and hurt them.

His home life isn't fun. Parents maybe fighting here and there or gone for work or something. It wasn't abusive in any way or anything; in fact, they get along well when they're together. It's just the parents weren't attentive. As Umeji puts it, "My mom, dad, bless their hearts, but they aren't great." They tend to brush things off quickly and spend too much time to themselves.

Dairoku Surikizu - Blue manz

He has blonde, previously blue, hair and blue eyes. He wears a blue shirt under an unbuttoned blazer and carries around a boten or some shit, idk I couldn't figure it out. He has a scar on his lip and from Mulberry's art, it looks like he's the tallest of the group.

Fannonly, he's the most anxious of the group. He never talks about it to anyone but Hokuto, who brushes it off. Dairoku got his scar a long time ago when his parents were agruing; he hid under his bed when he was nine and started to cry. To calm himself, he started to bite his lip and scratch himself on the forearms and face to calm himself down. He cut himself in the process badly and tried to hide it from his parents so he didn't get yelled at.

His home life wasn't too bad either; his dad left the family not long after that incident when he was nine so his mom has to take on the roles of two people. She never has time for him so the other delinquents make him feel so happy. He likes- no, loves to talk to them but tries to look sketchy in the process.

Hokuto Furukizu - Purple manz

He has blonde, previously golden, hair and purple eyes. From Mulberry's art, he seems to be the second tallest, but very close to Dairoku. He carried around a metal pipe and wears a purple shirt under his opened blazer. He has a scar on his cheek too btw.

Fannonly, he talks most to Dairoku. He usually brushed off what he says, but relates to him most. Of the 5, he desperately wants to be normal and free the most. He was well popular in middle school but his anger once got the best of him and a fight caused him to lose a lot of his reputation. It just got worse as time went on however; but he misses those days so much.

His scare on his cheek came from the fight and serves as a curse mark to him; "The day they ruined my life." He hates looking at it and gets pissed off when people even look at it. He's always been hot headed but his physical appearance is his number one insecurity. Hokuto's homelife is normal and he's goodboi at home. Cleans, cooks sometimes, has an equally good relationship with his mom as he does his dad.

He managed to convince them that his new appearance and signs of depression from last year was just influence from ex friends. Eventually they just took his word for it despite how terrible of a lie that is, so they stopped asking.

Gaku Hikitsuri - Red guyz

According to Mulberry's art, the blonde who once had light blue hair and red eyes is the second tallest. He has a scar on his forehead and carried around a crowbar. His shirt is red and under, you guessed it, an unbuttoned blazer.

He's a genuine tsundere; the angriest of the group. He easily crushes on people like a simp and gets nervous easily, so he acts all defensive and aggressive around them especially. Other than Umeji, he's the quickest to shove people around and assert his position. But for the most part, he intentionally shoves and shoulder checks people he finds attractive or who he thinks is superior than him, which is a lot of people.

He suffers from an inferiority complex that makes him think everyone judges him behind his back and talks about him especially. Therefore, he's the loudest and quickest to insults; he's also very self conscious. He's scared to make noise in class, talk, eat in front of people, and others because he's scared to be judged. Because as long as nothing is brought to the table, there's nothing to judge. His scar was actually from Kokoro, the bully who's just a sadist according to the character files from Yandev, who got pissed at him defending himself and hit him down with a ring. He got cut badly and almost passed out from the hit; but hey, it's not like he can do anything about since she's a girl, and he'd be expelled instantly. The bitch even resulted him with a broken arm at some point.

Home life isn't great; rundown trailerpark, alcoholic dad and whole of a step mom, dead mom, things like that. Damn, if only he got more than a mattress on the floor, a cover, pillow, dresser filled with all his clothes and school supplies to live on. But he can't even get a job without his scar making people think he's worse than what his persona displays.

Hayanari Tsumeato - Grey manz

The grey eyed, blonde hair man with natural red hair who carries around a lead pipe is Hayanari, who's last name "Tsumeato" means scratch mark. He has a grey shirt under his unbuttoned blazer and a scar over his nose.

Fannonly, he was the one with the no fucks given attitude. He was usually straight faced and brutally honest when talking to people, but wasn't necessarily judgemental. It's hard to explain but just because he says, "damn Daniel, you're built like a carrot," doesn't mean he cares about his appearance, even if whoever tf Daniel is actually looks like a carrot or not. He was the daredevil who did things solely for his entertainment.

In a way, it was almost sociopathic or narcissistic; he'd be fine with embarrassing someone in front of anyone because it got a smile our of him. If someone complained, he'd roll his eyes and convince whoever that they were overreacting and that they were the one at fault. He's very manipulative and sarcastic, usually just smiling cockily and speaking innocently. Kinda emo, but he wasn't against that title. He actually liked the occult and for the most part, was down for anything that didn't have too much time needed, like school or family.

He was in the middle of everything; okay with cooking, occult, art, science, reading, anine and games, so there wasn't much a person can dislike him for in terms of social standards. He wasn't appart of a dislikes group like the occult kids or science kids, not with a loved group like cooking or art kids. But when he started to express a bit of interest in the occult was when people could finally pin him down and bully him back for all those insulting jokes that sounded way too serious. And before he knew it, he got wrapped up in the hate and couldn't get himself free.

Home life is something he never, not even to his fellow delinquents, never talks about. But one thing worth noting is that he's never seen without a long sleeved shirt or jacket of some kind. He used to pass out time to time during gym classes because he was overheated due to bringing a long sleeved version of the gym shirt to school and never drank anything. When his parents were called, they always insisted on saying they'll do something about it but they never did, either. The delinquents do think there's some kind of abuse at his house; besides, Hayanari is adopted and those things happen often even if it's more common in the foster system.

His family is something he never talks about. Back in middle school, his friends were able to see his "parents" time to time when they picked him up from school. It was immediately obvious that he wasn't related to them; hell, he rarely called them mom or dad. At home, until adopted, was great. Friends coming over, happy family moments, being able to play games and use electronics, things like that. But when he was adopted was when it wouldn't be easy to just tell someone what was to come; quite obviously, it was abuse. Verbal and physical, nearly everyday. It was worse in the beginning but happened less often as he got older.

His "mom" would call the police a few times him because she felt "threatened." She hit him so he would hit back and yell while doing so, so she has evidence of an attack. But luckily, her skin isn't sensitive enough to show any marks unlike Hayanari's. Other times, his "dad" would get involved and hurt him badly.

[ya-girl-mc]

Hammered

Character: Tsukishima Kei × Fem Reader

Concept: Y/N joins Tsukishima and his colleagues for a night of drinking, but ends up embarrassing him as she gets wasted

A/N: Cause I miss getting drunk and doing stupid shit, hence this fic feat. our salty boi ✌ it was rly fun to write this so,, hope u enjoy it too!!

☆☆ A Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ☆☆

Light filtered through the window blinds, rousing Y/N from her slumber as she pried her eyes open, cursing to herself as she felt a stinging pain in her temples. She was hungover, pretty badly at that, and as much as she wracked her brain to try and recall the events that transpired the night before, it only made her headache much worse.

Shit...I don't feel so good.

As her eyes darted around, she was immediately relieved knowing that she was lying down on the couch in her and Tsukishima's living room, managing to deduce - despite her muddled state-of-mind - that someone must have taken care of her in her drunken stupor.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N tried to sit up slowly, wincing as her temples prickled with pain with every movement. In her peripheral vision, however, was her livid-looking boyfriend with probably the deepest scowl she's ever seen as he stared her down from where he sat.

"Kei...?"

"Did you sleep well?" While the inquiry was meant to be out of concern, Tsukishima delivered it in a monotonous, yet utterly chilling manner which only meant one thing: he was pissed.

"What happened? And what's got you frowning so early in the morning?" She carefully questioned, eager yet dreading to find out how she must have royally screwed up the night before to get him this upset. Her curiosity only infuriated Tsukishima more and Y/N could have almost sworn seeing a blackish aura swirl around him.

"You...you really don't remember a damn thing, do you?"

*****

Fridays were usually the most anticipated day of the week for most members of the working class; however, in Tsukishima's case, he was dreading this Friday in particular.

After a strenuous week at the office, his boss suggested the entire team go drinking to reward themselves for their hard work and as a means to de-stress. But, Tsukishima wasn't keen on partaking in such nights of revelry especially after a long week at work as he'd rather spend his Friday nights and weekends relaxing at home with Y/N. The only reason that he decided to tag along is due to her persistence for him to do so.

Sighing deeply to himself, Tsukishima followed his colleagues as they entered the izakaya, chattering excitedly as they settled in at a long table at the far back. Amongst the clientele for that night, one of them in particular caught his attention, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Y/N?"

She was sat on one of the stools overlooking the kitchen. At the sound of her name, she turned towards its source and grinned widely. "Kei! Fancy running into you here and I see that you're also with your team. Good boy!"

He subtly rolled his eyes and sat down on the stool next to hers, unable to fight off a smile that made its way to his face. "Yeah yeah, if I didn't join them I'd never hear the end of it from you. Anyway, are you here alone?"

"Yeah, just stopped by on the way home from work to pick up some gyoza and katsudon for dinner. But wait, maybe I should have gotten takoyaki, too? Or maybe another serving of gyoza-" Y/N rambled as she grabbed the menu, her eyes scanning rapidly over the items.

He just gazed at her in amusement, completely oblivious to the inquisitive stares his co-workers shot their way. Tsukishima in the workplace was usually placid, reserved, and mostly impassive; seeing his relaxed and pleasant demeanor as he interacted with Y/N was especially intriguing to them, wondering amongst themselves just who that woman was in Tsukishima's life.

Keen on finding out the answer, one of his senpais called him over to their table. It suddenly dawned on him that there was no other choice than to formally introduce Y/N to them. And, he definitely was not looking forward to it as he'd never hear the end of their relentless teasing. "Y/N, would you mind coming along with me for a bit?"

Discreetly straightening her clothes and smoothening her hair, Y/N nodded and followed him to where his co-workers sat, anxious to make a good first impression. At their arrival, they immediately trained their gazes on her, just as eager to find out who she was. "Everyone, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. We live together," Tsukishima stated nonchalantly.

The shock on their faces was borderline comical as they stared back at him, their jaws hanging open in disbelief. "Girlfriend?!"

He sighed, already dreading the uproar they're about to cause. Tsukishima was a private person and rarely talked about his personal life as he maintained a firm work-life boundary. It was not like he was embarrassed to introduce his girlfriend to them; he just perceived the entire ordeal to be troublesome as his colleagues would jump at any chance to find something to tease him about.

Y/N straightened herself and bowed. "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N. Thank you very much for taking care of Kei - I mean - Tsukishima all this time."

"I can't believe this!" One of his kouhais wailed. "To think that an office drone like Tsukishima-senpai has a girlfriend, and a very pretty one at that. So what the hell am I exactly doing wrong?"

"Believe me, I could tell you everything that you need to hear," Tsukishima retorted and shot his kouhai a dagger-like glare.

One of his senpais, a man who looked to be in his late 30's, leaned over and flicked his kouhai on the forehead as he winced in response. "Stop bad-mouthing Tsukishima when his girlfriend's literally standing in front of you. Anyway, nice to meet you, Y/N!"

They instantaneously began bombarding her with questions such as "how did you two meet", "how long have you been together", "what do you do for a living", and "of all men, why Tsukishima." Unable to keep up with what almost seemed like an interrogation by his colleagues, Y/N smiled sheepishly and shot Tsukishima a pleading look, silently begging him to bail her out.

"That's enough, all of you. You're creeping the poor lady out." Y/N turned to the man that sat at the head of the table; he exuded authority which practically gives himself away as the boss. Bringing up a cup of sake to his lips, he took a sip and eyed his subordinates sternly, yet the amusement in his gaze was palpable as he shifted his attention to Y/N. "Sorry about that, we just didn't expect our lone wolf Tsukishima to have a girlfriend, so we're all excited to meet you. If you don't mind, maybe you can join us, Y/N?"

"Sir-" Tsukishima began to protest as he felt the work-life boundary he stubbornly maintained begin to crumble; but to his surprise, Y/N seemed keen on accepting the invitation, a bashful smile on her face.

"I'd be happy to, but I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You won't, don't worry about it!" He assured dismissively and proceeded to order another round of drinks and accompanying snacks. "It's a pleasure of ours to get to know you and finally get a glimpse of Tsukishima's life outside of work."

Flattered and amused at how especially eager they seemed to know more about their enigmatic colleague and his girlfriend, Y/N gratefully accepted the invitation. "Alright, a few drinks wouldn't hurt."

*****

"Okay, I remember that much...but it still doesn't explain why you're so pissed," Y/N mused, listening earnestly to Tsukishima as he filled her in on what seemed like a disastrous night of revelry caused by her drunken antics.

He sighed and took off his glasses to rub his temples, the events that transpired the night before seemingly traumatizing him. "That's because you got carried away, you idiot."

*****

A couple of shots was all it needed for Y/N to become fully accustomed with Tsukishima's colleagues and pretty soon, they were chattering away like long-time friends while he fixated his gaze on her, his eyebrows furrowing in mild displeasure.

Aren't they becoming a little bit too friendly with her? And Y/N's just two shots in and she's already starting to get tipsy. Geez, this is so troublesome.

"Hey, one at a time please! I'll answer your questions one by one," Y/N instructed quite giddily, Tsukishima gazing at her in concern as she downed her third shot. He didn't want to be a buzzkill especially when she seemed to genuinely enjoy his colleagues' company and vice versa; however, her alcohol tolerance was remarkably low and it didn't take much for her to become fully inebriated. He decided to keep a watchful eye on her instead to prevent any incident from occurring due to her drunken antics.

"So, how and when did you two meet?"

"Kei and I go way back in high school," Y/N began as everyone at the table listened to her attentively. "He was part of our school's volleyball team and looked so cool as he played! That's when I started to have a crush on him, but it was one-sided though."

And there goes her filter, Tsukishima thought to himself, concealing his exasperation by downing his cup of sake, trying as best as he can to drown out the uproar his colleagues caused at her revelation.

"No way! Tsukishima-senpai was a volleyball player? I just can't imagine that!" One of his kouhais exclaimed, completely perplexed at the thought.

Tsukishima was about to reply with another snide remark, but Y/N was quick to interject. "Hell yeah he was, and he's such a great middle blocker to boot. He played so calmly as he read his opponent's moves...ahhh that composure of his is what makes him so cool!"

While he appreciated her attempt to defend his honor, it only increased everyone's amusement as she fawned over him, much to his chagrin. "So Y/N-" One of his senpais grinned sneakily, and Tsukishima pretty much figured out what the next inquiry will be about. "-who confessed to whom?"

"Oh, that takes me way back!" She mused, leaning against the man in question who sat right next to her. "I didn't have the courage to confess since he seemed so unapproachable and indifferent, so I thought about giving up on him. But as we became seniors, we ended up in the same class and became quite close. Eventually, during our graduation ceremony, Kei pulled me aside and confessed! I was so shocked that I started crying and...well, the rest is history."

"So it was Tsukishima here who confessed!" One of his senpais beamed and threw an arm around his shoulder, clinking his sake cup with his. "The revelations just keep on coming and coming."

"But that's amazing though," their boss remarked, completely engrossed in the conversation as much as his subordinates were. "You've been together for such a long time now. It's pretty rare for high school sweethearts to last that long."

Y/N nodded earnestly and downed her fourth shot before Tsukishima had the chance to snatch it away from her hands. "I agree, but Kei is such a caring and thoughtful boyfriend! He may seem like a sour puss on the outside but he's reaaaaaally sweet and very very clingy! But shhhhh...don't tell him I said that, though."

Ugh great, now she's done it. Tsukishima almost had to cover his ears as everyone at the table guffawed, unable to stomach the idea of their placid colleague and the clingy boyfriend Y/N described being the same person. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping and praying for the evening to be over.

*****

Y/N cringed as Tsukishima helped her recall the things she had blurted out amid her inebriated state, starting to slowly understand the reason why he was so livid in the first place. "Okay...first of all, I am so sorry - with every fiber of my being - for embarrassing you like that-"

"That's not all you did," Tsukishima interjected quite menacingly and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to keep his temper in-check. "As if that wasn't humiliating enough, you managed to exceed my expectations."

*****

A couple more shots later, Y/N was too far gone. She was completely wasted, and Tsukishima couldn't bear to look at his co-workers as they shot each other uneasy looks, the concern palpable in their wordless exchanges. He was utterly embarrassed yet frustrated at himself since she somehow managed to surpass her drinking limit despite being under his watchful eye.

"Heyyyyy, owner! Anotha' round of sake for this table right here, and put it on my tab!"

As Y/N made an attempt to leave the table, she accidentally knocked over a half-empty glass of water, the liquid spilling all over the table as a result. Giggling to herself while Tsukishima's colleagues scrambled to remove their belongings from the table, she attempted to grab a bottle of sake, but he swiftly withheld her attempt to do so, yanking it out of her reach.

"Okay, enough is enough," he reprimanded firmly, setting the bottle down on the table and bringing his face close in an attempt to get through to her. "Y/N, for the love of God, please get ahold of yourself."

"Tsukkiiii...you're hereee!" It was futile, Y/N's glassy eyes an indicator that she was in no condition to listen to reason. She smiled goofily and threw herself into his arms, the sheer force causing Tsukishima to stumble, his arm accidentally knocking over a glass to the floor as it completely shattered as a result.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, did anyone get hurt?" He exclaimed in a state of uncharacteristic panic, his arms struggling to support his drunken mess of a lover as she began mumbling unintelligibly to herself.

"We're good, Tsukishima. Don't worry about it," his boss assured. "But, I think it's best if you take her home, she doesn't look too good."

Yes, good call, that's one way to put it. Goddammit, this is too fucking embarrassing.

Pretty soon, the izakaya's owner approached the group amid the commotion, and with Tsukishima sincerely apologizing and swearing to pay for the damages, he also insisted on paying for the entire group's bill to compensate, but they turned down his offer, advising him and Y/N to get themselves home safely.

Tsukishima thought that the nightmare had ended; apparently, Y/N had more in store as she tapped his boss' shoulder, staring down at him in an attempt to look stern. "Hey sirrrr...can you lay off Tsukki sometimes? 'Cuzzzz...he comes home waaayyyy too late and we barely have enough time to get down and dir-"

"NOOO!" Tsukishima cried out in horror, completely and utterly humiliated as he scrambled to clamp his hand over Y/N's mouth in an attempt to salvage what's left of both of their dignities. However, the force caused her to stagger, her unruly arm knocking over a bottle of sake atop the table. Tsukishima was unable to do anything as he hopelessly watched it topple over, the liquid spilling and trickling down on his boss' lap as he felt every ounce of his life force drain out of his body.

God, if you're listening, then please...I don't care how you do it, but I beg of you...just kill me now.

*****

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Y/N wailed and buried her face in a pillow, unable to bring herself to look at Tsukishima as he unveiled the horrific experience he and his co-workers went through due to her drunken stupor. To say that she was embarrassed was a complete understatement; she was mortified, and it definitely was not an ideal first impression as she mourned for her long gone dignity. "Just kill me, please!"

Tsukishima was practically seething with rage at this point, wishing that the night before had just been a nightmare, yet it was nothing but a cruel reality. "You're embarrassed? How the hell do you think I feel? I lost count of the number of times I had to apologize before I hauled your drunken self home! You literally went crazy, Y/N! How careless, especially knowing that you can't handle alcohol well!"

She deserved to be scolded. Y/N lifted her head from the pillow and looked up at him, her eyes prickling with tears as she wallowed in her shame. "Kei...I'm so sorry. You're right, I was careless and I embarrassed you in front of your co-workers. I really didn't mean to! Oh my god...what if you got fired-" It must have been the after-effects of her hangover that made her an emotional mess as she felt tears running down her face, berating herself for acting in such a distasteful manner - in public and in front of his colleagues, at that.

Tsukishima deeply sighed to regain his composure. He settled down next to his lover on the couch, his hand rubbing across her back as he tried to calm her down. "Don't be ridiculous. I won't get fired over something like that, the boss isn't that shallow. He even called me up as soon as we got home to ask how you were doing."

At his gesture, Y/N bawled even harder, the tears streaming endlessly down her face. "I'm really sorry for ruining your night. I promise that I won't do it again."

"Y/N," Tsukishima began and tipped up her chin, locking his golden eyes with her puffy ones. "Look, I'm even more upset that you weren't being careful. I won't stop you from drinking, but you've got to be more aware of your own limitations. What if I wasn't there with you? What if you were alone and there was no one you trusted to take care of you?"

He's right, I'm such an idiot. I sure as hell won't be drinking anytime soon especially after last night's debacle!

She only managed a nod, sniffing profusely as she fished out her handkerchief to wipe her tear-stained face. "I'm so sorry, Kei. I swear that I'll be careful next time."

"You better be, you drunkard," he playfully retorted, the corners of his mouth subtly twitching upwards at how undeniably adorable she was being.

"So...you're not mad anymore?" Y/N inquired softly, looking up at Tsukishima with pleading eyes. While his earlier rage was now long gone, he did go through quite an ordeal, and he wasn't keen on letting her off the hook that easy as he wickedly grinned at her.

Oh, shit. I don't like that look.

"Sorry Y/N, but you're not getting off that easy. You did humiliate the both of us after all," he stated deviously, his smile widening at the uneasy expression on her face. "So for the next two weeks, you'll be doing all the household chores, and you're on bathroom cleaning duty for the entire month."

She sighed and nodded defeatedly. It was definitely a pain, but Y/N was resolute on serving her punishment to atone for what she did. However, she couldn't help but feel relieved since she had expected something way worse; doing all the household chores seemed quite tame in comparison to what she had imagined.

But then again, this was Tsukishima, and as he sensed her apparent relief, he laid out the pinnacle of her punishment, unable to fight off the sadistic grin on his face. "And, as soon as you're not hungover anymore, we'll be paying each of my colleagues a visit so you can sincerely apologize for what you did."

Y/N gawked at him, her heart dropping to her stomach. "C-come again?" He's not serious. He can't be...right? Right?!

"You heard me." Tsukishima was dead serious. She knew that something was amiss with his household chores punishment; he may be her boyfriend, but he definitely was a sadistic bastard if he needed to be.

"NOOO!" She wailed, completely mortified at the prospect as she began hitting him with the pillow, her hangover being the least of her concerns. "Please Kei, anything but that! I'd rather not meet them again for the rest of my living days, so please!"

Tsukishima chuckled and stilled her movements, staring her down to show just how serious he was. "Well, that just means that this punishment is befitting, right? At least now you'll think twice before letting yourself get wasted again. This will be a good learning experience for you."

Y/N knew that there was no other way to escape from her upcoming predicament. Completely at a loss, she only managed to shoot Tsukishima the harshest glare that she could muster. "Fine. If it will make you happy, you sadistic bastard."

Knowing that he had emerged victorious for this round, he let out a carefree laugh and planted an affectionate kiss atop her disheveled hair. "I appreciate it. Now, let's get that hangover treated real quick."

[shyrose57]

2: At first? No. Ran was the first one who noticed when something was off but Ranbob brushed it off as him being tired. Though when he saw that his brother was still acting that way he kept checking in, til "Ranbob" eventually snapped at him one day, scaring and hurting Ran enough to get him to stop. His parents and Lias and Memi also noticed, but Lias and Memi didn't ask as often because Ran told them not too, and when Memi asked Ranbob gently told her its ok and to not worry. Lias was hesitant to accept this but eventually did, with Ranbob promising to tell him if something was wrong, a promise he sadly broke. Ranbob was close to his family, especially his younger siblings, and loved to play and study with them. He had a lot of friends at first that he played games with and joked around with. Though after he started to get out under more pressure and the introduction of Dream he got distant, lost all of his friends (even though he still cared for them), didn't play with Lias or Memi nearly as much, started skipping dinners and not talking to his parents or Ran. And when Dream was mostly and fully in control, he stopped talking at all, and ignored everyone. Lias desperately tried to get him to talk but that just resulted in a harsh stare with a silent promise, Memi tried to hug him, which he then pushed her away, and when Ran tried one last time to talk to him, but "Ranbob" just punched him and walked away. When his parents tried one very last time to intervene, that's when it got fatal. The Gladiators where horrified at what they read, finding it hard to believe and making them sick to their stomach. Benjamin caught them reading it, though he simply sadly smiled at them and said, "I read it too. Its horrible isn't it? He didn't deserve to go through that. But we'll help him. We'll help him be free and be himself again, I promise you, and everyone else. We'll save him." They felt like they where staring at a ghost, it was unnerving, to see such a happy and young Ranbob, knowing what will happen to him that will wipe him clean of all happiness. And it felt disrespectful when they caught sights of Ranya, Seth, Lias, and Memi. Cause they never knew them, and now they where looking into the such happy and gleeful eyes of dead people who don't know the torture their son and brother is going through. (And that went for everyone)

3: This is literally Ran's mentally when it comes to being stabbed, "I've been stabbed multiple times before and I haven't died. Therefor, I am immortal." Yes he is :). He gets threatened with Benjamin because if Benjamin finds out he isn't eating or sleeping Benjamin will force him to eat every bite of a full meal and force him to go to bed, sitting next to him and reading to him until he falls asleep. Which sounds nice, but considering Ranbob doesnt want to "bother" them, its a threat to him. Raq will always cause problems, he's a expert tracker and because of that he's able to hunt the groups down. He often will pop out of nowhere and attack the group, chasing them down until someone turns around and attacks him. Often Ran attacks him by looking Raq directly in his eyes, causing him to flee. Cause even though Raq wants to get Ran, he knows very well if they make eye contact he will lose a battle no matter what he does, so its best to run and attempt to blind him at a later point. Ran his very happy to be on the road again, and if Ranbob wasn't there (who's keeping Ran on edge and preventing him from fully enjoying the trip, though its mostly just Ran doing it to himself), he would be non-stop talking and running ahead of the group. But even with Ranbob there he's happy to finally be moving again. 

4: The gladiators did not witness it first hand, rather they heard screaming and went to check it out, worried and alarmed. And when Ranbob went into the depressive state did Benjamin come over to them and explain what was going on and what was going to happen. When then Jackie offered to help keep Ranbob company while Grievous and Watson offered to go along with Cletus to find Ran. When they heard the scream Jackie was scared and nervous, Grievous was anxious and on edge, Watson was calm yet curious, and Ran was mad and on edge. And when they found out what happened, Jackie felt bad and sympathetic, Grievous felt sad and a bit guilty, Watson was sympathetic and felt bad for him, and Ran was pissed. 

5: Isaac and Benjamin just kinda accepted it and went "Yes he is like a lost puppy and we love him for that.", Charles was embarrassed and instead of responding properly he muttered out an excuse and left, cause he was not expecting to be confronted with Ranbob being like a puppy at all and didn't know how to respond, and Cletus just stuck his tounge out and blew raspberries. And Ranbob was just purely embarrassed. 

6: Actually first thing Ranbob got when he arrived to the fishermen house was wrapped up in multiple fluffy blankets and had a hot chocolate shoved in his hands. Also whenever he goes into a depressive episode or wants to go back the fishermen just bring out emergency blankets and quickly make either hot chocolate or tea and Ranbob loves it every single time. 

7: Ranbob is mixed, he loves it being back as it reminds him of such good times, but it also doesn't feel right when Charles says it because Ran was the one who made it. It only sounds right when Ran says it. Ran is angry that Ranbob is letting someone else call him Bobby (which he is also sad about), but is also mad that he's mad that someone else is using it. But he's also happy its being used again, and is happy to see Ranbob still enjoys it. Grievous of course notices it, but doesnt look into it, and so does Watson but he also doesn't ask about it, determing it to be something the brothers themselves have to talk about. 

8:Because if it was Porkius or literally anyone else, they wouldn't of helped and would've watched happily as the two fought, waiting until one fell and even encouraging the fight. But they also jumped into the area from the stands and Cletus specifically placed himself between the two, pushing Ran back and yelling at him (which rarely anyone does) when Benjamin then came up to try to calm the raging enderman down, while Charles checked on Ranbob, and Isaac kept look out for any sudden movements between the two so he could intercept the potential attack. Plus when Isaac saw the other group approaching he ran to meet them, asking if they knew Ran and when they said yes, quickly stating a plan to safely restrain Ran long enough until Ranbob was taken to safety. Then leaving Ran to the group, but also saying how he wanted to talk later. 

10: Sounds like the certain town just may be the ruins of the Greater SMP. So I'll probably have Wilburs Decendent (which I dont currently have a name for, if anyone has one please feel free to suggest one!) As a popular performer there and also the towns historian, so when our groups get there Wilbur is able to provide information about Dream, Ranboo, basically everyone and the history of the SMP. Most likely going be a part of the story when Ran truly starts to slowly believe that his brother didn't meant to do everything he did. 

11: Yep, he knows Ranboo used to have bad memory (not how bad it was, just that it was bad) but he's never read it because Mizu never had the actual book, it was only told in tales and stories that Mizu had. If that makes sense. Ranbob will get plenty more hugs I promise you, though that also means he gets hurt more. 

12: Kinda but also cause I enjoy writing angst. 

Ok ok here's some fluff: These all take place a good week or 2 (or longer) after Ran forgives his brother and the relationship gets better. Watson walks in on the two sharing a blanket and sleeping against eachother. With them leaning on eachother and leaving almost no space between them. Ran finally calls Ranbob Bobby again and Ranbob cries and hugs his brother tightly, Ran is shocked but quickly hugs back just as tightly. Ranbob gets to finally pull a big brother move and tease Ran about his "nerdy" habit of reading so many books, Ran tries to fire back that Ranbob literally picked a idol that requires you to be a bookworm but he simply shoots back that Technoblade also requires you to be a bookworm. Its been spotted multiple times of either Ran or Ranbob having their tail wrapped around his brothers wrist or leg, and the two aren't very far apart now. Jackie jokes about being replaced by Ranbob and being heartbroken, basically draping himself over Ran and whining while everyone else laughs at Rans distress. Ran and Ranbob eventually agree to merge their two hauntings, which is extremely rare and is the biggest sign of trust and love there is in enderman language. Ran reads to Ranbob one night after a bad relapse, which ends up soothing Ranbob much sooner than anything else. 

I also have a more mythical idea of fluff that probably wont be in the main story, but im willing to share it if you want. 

2: Only his family noticed? Dang, okay. I’m irrationally attached to his siblings now that they have names, and this only hurts me. Do the gladiators have any noticeable changes in behavior towards Ranbob and Ran after reading it? Also, who may Ranya and Seth be? I don’t believe I saw them mentioned earlier.

3: Technically, he’s right. He hasn’t died yet, anon, and he’s been stabbed multiple times, he could very well be immortal. I guess he should probably do his best to not get stabbed again though, I hear it’s kind of bad for you. 

Ranbob: *Not doing something he should do for his own health*

Benjamin: *Self Care But As A Threat(Gently)*

Ranbob:

Ranbob: *Does it*

Also, even though I acknowledge that Raq could be a genuine threat, all I can imagine are Team Rocket shenanigans. He keeps trying to blind him in various, complicated ways, and fails hilariously. One time he actually manages to do it only for Jackie to take him out or for him to turn around and accidentally look Ranbob straight in the eyes cause the poor hybrid was trying to knock him out without a fight.

4: Yikes, that must have been pretty scary, just hearing everything go down. If I may ask, what exactly happened with Ranbob? You said there was screaming?

5: Well, at least everyone’s come to terms with it. Ran uses people as tote bags, and Ranbob is the local puppy, and it is what it is.

6: Very good! He needs it! Also, do they just keep them on hand? Just-he looks a tiny bit sad and Benjamin pulls blanket and tea out of thin air and burritos him. 

7: Aww. But also, ouch. Oh well. At least we can get Ran eventually picking the nickname up again.

8: Oh? Interesting. Sounds like these guys are pretty quick on their feet. I can see why it’d impress the gladiators.

10: That? Sounds so cool? Oh, I really like that honestly, I can’t wait to see where you take that.

11: Neat. Is that where he got the idea for his diary, or? And why? Why must we suffer in order to take comfort from the kinder things in life? Why can’t Ranbob just have hugs without pain? 

12: Did you genuinely just admit to aiming for my feelings with that last one?! Anon, how could you! I’ve been injured! My heart, Anon! 

13: AWWWW. To all of this. So fluffy, and cute! Just what we needed, thank you! Also, more fluff, you say? Please share, we need all the fluff we can get.

Have a good week, Brothers Anon, and thank you for the lovely fluff, and equally lovely pain. I’m excited for more!

[thesoggy-1]

breakfast lovers

"what the hell is your deal?"

eggshells drop to the ground

you were cooking me breakfast rather bitterly

i can only remember you being bitter

you buttered me up when you wanted to fuck me

that's the only time you were kind

"are you gonna answer?"

why were you asking me this?

why do you always ask for more?

you had whipped back looking me in the eyes this time

your hair tied back in its normal bun, shaved to the sides

i missed your long hair.

"honey, breakfast is almost ready."

you said with a smile

danish accent for this land was not yours

miles to kilometers

inches to centimeters

fahrenheit to celsius

"how'd you sleep last night? i know you said something about your dreams bothering you again"

no i hadn't

but you knew

frost blue eyes

soft pale skin

and oh yes the dreams. they were bad, too vivid

i was losing you and id never even met you

"how do you like your eggs?"

you had your back turned

you thought i was strong

dark skin, beautiful teeth and eyes

id thought about stealing them.

"i'll put some sugar in your coffee, babe. just let me take care of you"

you were different. i liked it.

you didn't hide you told me things

we were both fucked and we knew that.

god, if only you knew how bad it was

"i saw my dad"

you filled me with dread

i can't remember you anymore

you moved away as i tried to move closer

gore and such. made me want-

maybe i shouldn't write that, not yet.

"and you still don't talk. what's wrong with me"

nothing, it's my fault

but no its not. it yours

your blood, made me this way

your last name

it's not your fault. why can't you be less like him?

you even cook like him. though you are your mothers child

"emily and cameron wanted to see if we wanted to go."

it was never just us, you were scared of me

filipino, gorgeous

shaggy black hair

lips, god your lips

"my mom said she likes you"

this is the last time i'll be here, you're too scared

i can tell

you're nervous, your hands shaking as you flip the pan

no matter how gentle i am

i suppose i'm too loud, too many 'fuck you''s

"i need a ride home"

of course you do, maybe give me my shit back.

you knew it was important

i'm glad it's giving you nightmares

you gave me nightmares

i hate you

"as long as you're happy, baby"

you'd stop cooking, black coffee

please, i'm asking for help.

please please please

don't promote it; i just wanna see myself

do you think i need too?

does it make you hard?

do you get off on suffering? of course you do

“too bad you don't realize"

flipped the toast with a sigh

i'll leave you to think that.

play the fool, i had a feeling you knew

no we laugh about how it happened

maybe I had convinced both of us

"i suppose if you wouldn't have texted--"

yeah yeah you've said it before.

you're such a bitch sometimes

you and your mom probably hate me

i'll see you tomorrow, though

i still love you, friend

"i'm sorry, you're not leaving, right?"

god shut up. you're getting tears in my tea

i'm often bitter but not at people other than myself

but you were an exception.

all you did was not hurt me back.

why aren't you angry

"i still love you"

of course you do.

anxious attachment style was your personality

i hated it, it terrified me.

you were too close yet so fucking far

maybe i'm the crazy one, for helping you

maybe your theories were right, music and pot

maybe you're my soulmate, love and distance

maybe you're the realistic one, near and truthful

maybe you're just like him, awful and tormentous

maybe it was me, loud and secret

maybe it's good i don't have you to take care of, needy and childlike

maybe will be best friends for life, fire and air

maybe i was the crazy one.

"nothing, i just want you to stop"

"thank you, love. and they're getting better now that you're real"

"well done. thank you so much, you know sleeps hard. I love you"

"you're too much like him. you scare me"

"yeah that's fine with me. your mom seems sweet, i'm glad"

"no, you have no regard for me. why would i give you a ride?"

"yeah, haha i guess you're right. i'm glad i did"

"i can't do this. please let me go."

"Breakfast is ready"

-C. Lee

[asmodeity]

Saw this post on Reddit. I find that a few Obey Me! fans are wondering why people have certain characters as their favorites, just out of curiosity. One of the characters that seems to be frequently brought up is Asmodeus. So, even though no one asked, I wanted to give a list of reasons why Asmo is my top favorite brother.

THERE IS A TL;DR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T WANT TO READ THIS MUCH. I'm sorry if such a long post makes anyone anxious, PLEASE DON'T READ if long posts aren't your thing. I'll also leave the TL;DR in the comments.

Disclaimer: This is obviously my own opinion, and does not reflect the views of all Asmodeus stans. Also I don't hate anyone who dislikes Asmo or who isn't a fan of him; everyone has their own tastes. I understand the question was asked in complete curiosity and does not have any ill intent or criticism behind it. I'm not bashing anyone, just giving my insight into my personal preferences. Anyways...

*ahem*

Asmo is the most cheerful, positive, and upbeat of the brothers - or at least, he seems to be. I love all of the brothers, A LOT, but in my opinion, none of them can "brighten" my day like Asmo:

Levi has a tendency to be whiny (a la avatar of envy), Satan has (understandable) anger issues to work through (that stem from identity issues and the need to be represented as his own person rather than being a mere shadow of Lucifer, I know), Belphie is emo (lol even tho I adore him - and obviously it comes from his trauma of [spoilers] and his own survivor's guilt/how he's still processing through the grief and loss of someone he cared dearly for), Lucifer is uptight (and yes, it's because he has a family to protect, a student council position to manage, and an image to uphold - he's actually my second favorite), Mammon is hella tsundere (even if he's having fun with MC he won't admit it), and Beel is sweet but not super... peppy? 🤣😂 Beel is kinda chill (except when someone eats his custard... 👀).

Basically, they all have their issues and baggage, but Asmo doesn't let that interfere with his relationship with MC. This is kind of a spoiler, but in the "Your Voice" call (that you get when you reach level 10 intimacy with him) he mentions that he wouldn't call MC when he's sad because he'd be showing them the "not-so-fabulous side of me". Basically, even when he gets sad he doesn't display that side to others, perhaps because he doesn't want to trouble them or burden them with his feelings. He - like Lucifer - presents an image of himself that others expect to see: the bubbly, cheerful, happy-go-lucky avatar of lust who wants to party and have fun. I guess I find someone who's dissatisfied inside but tries to be happy for others' sakes than someone who openly displays their struggles to be more relatable.

I guess that's why Lucifer is my second favorite, too: he likes to pretend that everything is perfect when it isn't, that everything will eventually turn out fine if you ignore what's troubling you and let things sort themselves out. They know the problem won't really "go away", but it's too painful and difficult to actually face the reality. THAT is something that really tears at my heart.

Like I was saying though, when I'm having a bad day - which is MANY, MANY days - the first demon I turn to is Asmo. I find it very hard to live life at times; it all seems meaningless and every task arduous and taxing, but just HEARING the energy in his voice brings life to me. It really makes all the difference when you have someone who's positive and uplifting to support you.

The other reason why I like Asmo is because he's (arguably) the most ATTENTIVE of the demon bros. I'm someone who struggles with depression and PTSD, so I find being with someone who's naturally bubbly and knows how to have a good time helps me A LOT. Asmo is all about self care and being attentive to taking care of his body and mental health; a lot of people just see him as the demon of lust who only wants to use MC for bedroom purposes, but he's WAY more three dimensional than that. He's someone who wishes to be desired, both physically and EMOTIONALLY.

He's also the most VOCAL about his love. I'm someone who's self conscious and needs constant validation, and to be honest most of the brothers are pretty oblivious/tsundere/too prideful to admit they have feelings for MC. 🤣😂 Asmo would be someone who'd never let me forget he loves me. I like the other brothers, but they take FOREVER to let me know what it is they want from me! It's like I have to guess what they mean and read between the lines, especially when it comes to cryptic brothers like Lucifer. Asmo is just someone who isn't afraid to admit his feelings. I like that transparency. I don't want to play a guessing game of "Do you like me or not?", I'd rather someone be clear what their motives are than lead me on only to change their minds and leave me. I feel like Asmo is the same way too: he needs validation; if it's a one-night-stand, then say so... but don't give him false hope by suggesting otherwise.

And of course, he's a BIG cuddler and very open about public displays of affection! I love someone who is comfortable with me just curling up to them. Nothing is more romantic and endearing than just being together with someone, and feeling that closeness that intertwines both bodies and hearts.

TL;DR

Asmo is positive/upbeat, attentive, vocal about his feelings, and super cuddly.

[rejectedanimexp]

Villian eraserhead Au: First time meeting Present Mic

Yes, I did make a villain eraserhead Au. I couldn't help my self. So here's his design and Present Mic's first time meeting him.

Hizashi hummed softly as he made his way home down the deserted streets. He had just gotten off his job at the studio and had picked up some groceries. He lived in the bad area of the city, so it was rare to see people out and about at night. Then again, most people were probably sleeping at 11pm. Unbeknownst to him, a ruthless, sleep deprived villain was stalking him from afar on a rooftop. 

Eraserhead was standing on the rooftop blending in with the pitch black night sky. His golden eyes (contacts are great for hiding your identity) followed the movements of the hero who was out of costume. His scarf slightly fluttered behind him as the wind picked up for a second. As the unsuspecting hero got closer to the building he was on, Eraserhead narrowed his eyes. 'How can anyone be so cheerful and upbeat? His loud personality might make this harder. Luckily, there aren't that many people around.'

Hizashi pushed his round, red glasses up his nose as he suddenly stopped walking. He felt as if someone was watching him. Creepy. he looked around, but there was no one around other than the old lady who was entering her apartment building. That didn't stop the chill that crept up his spine. Perhaps it was someone on the rooftops? Eraserhead noticed the blond's uneasiness and thought 'crap, he knows he's being watched. Best to attack while he's on edge.'

Hizashi was really anxious that he couldn't see anyone despite the fact he just knew he was being watched. ''I don't see anyone- are those golden eyes up there-SHIT' Hizashi's eyes went wide as he found himself suddenly bound completely in a scarf and with the inability to talk. His groceries were on the ground, no doubt ruined from their fall.

Eraserhead had swooped down and captured the blond in one swift movement. He had also erased his quirk to keep him from yelling before dragging the captured hero into a nearby alley and securing him to a fire escape.

Hizashi was panicking big time.'Shit shit shit SHIT. FUCKING HELL. ERASERHEAD CAN ACTUALLY FUCKING ERASE QUIRKS?! HE'S NOT A MYTH?! Oh no oh no oh no oh no- OH NO!!!! Doesn't he kill people? Why did he drag me into the alley?!'

Hizashi squirmed in his bonds, but it was futile. He was stuck in a standing position with his hands fasted behind his back and tightly to the fire escape behind him. His legs were bound to the fire escape as well- probably to keep him from kicking at the man in front of him. his torso is also bound to the fire escape to restrict his movement even more.

Eraserhead sighed with annoyance. "Would you stop squirming?"

He put a knife to Hizashi's neck as a warning. "Even think of screaming or yelling and I WILL slit your throat." He then dropped his quirk. "Do you understand?"

Hizashi froze at the threat before trying to nod without getting cut by the knife. Eraserhead's voice was really scary and no doubt the work of a voice modifier.

Eraserhead grinned under his grey mask that had a golden smile on it as well as a voice modifier under it. "Hmm, good. Nice to see at least some heroes have a sense of self-preservation."

The knife was removed from his neck, to Hizashi's relief. Though, he was still freaking out. 'How the hell did he know who I was? I thought no one could recognize me out of costume. What does he want with me?' Hizashi decided to glare at the villain. He may not be able to yell for help, but that didn't mean he was going to play nice.

Eraserhead just laughed at the glare. "You look like a feral kitten." He then frowned as he pointed the knife at Hizashi, a few inches from his face. "I suppose I should cut to the chase, hmm?"

Eraserhead lightly tapped his chin with the knife as if in thought "You know, I can't help but wonder why Present Mic himself would be sticking his nose into the underground world." He then twirled the knife in his hand. "Don't you limelight heroes tend to usually avoid the underground? The underground is no place for a loud blond, you know."

Hizashi grite his teeth and hissed, "Why do you care?"

Eraserhead just pay the hero's head. "The underground world is mine and I don't appreciate unwanted attention to it."

Hizashi glowered and sassed, "I thought it was All For One's playground?"

Eraserhead laughed darkly "cocky, huh?" He roughly pulled his hair upwards causing Hizashi to gasp in pain and then leaned into his face. "What's left of that fossil's influence won't be around much longer if I have any say in it. This is your only warning Hizashi Yamada; Stay out of the Underground world."

Hizashi responded with a defiant look.

Eraserhead sighed as he put the knife against Hizashi's throat. "I really wouldn't test my patience if I were you."

Hizashi spat out, "Fuck you. I'm not going to just drop the case and let that bastard get away with what he did to his son."

Eraserhead hummed as he let go of his hair and got out of his face. He twirled his knife as he thought. Hizashi continued to keep the defiant look on his face.

Eraserhead asked, "This is about your adopted son, no? Izuku Midoriya, quirkless son of All For One who was left to drown after being diagnosed as quirkless?"

Hizashi narrowed his eyes. "You got a problem with my little brother being quirkless?"

Eraserhead hummed, "no, I suppose not. A quirk or lack of one doesn't define a person after all. Although, I do find it quite amusing you think you could have taken on the very same man who put All Might in critical condition a month ago."

Hizashi's eyes go wide with disbelief.

"Although, you don't need to worry your pretty little head about Little Izuku's dad." Eraserhead laughed. "I've already taken care of him earlier today. His remains should arrive in several boxes to Detective Tsukauchi."

Hizashi stuttered "w-what?"

Eraserhead beamed, "he's dead. All I had to do was erase his original quirk and all the other quirks overwhelmed him. Apparently, his quirk is what allows him to not die from having way too many quirks. Erase it, and he's a goner. So now that you've got no reason to poke your nose into the underground, I'd advise you to keep out of it." He pointed the knife at him. "Or else."

Hizashi gulped, "r-right. Stay out of the underground. G-gotcha. W-will do."

Eraserhead leaned in once more. "Well then, now that that's out of the way, what am I to do with you?"

Hizashi nervously suggested as he squirmed in his bonds, "you could let me go?"

Eraserhead studied his knife with an amused look. "No, you'll try to attack me once you're free if I simply do that."

Hizashi groaned, "come on, man! I've got to get home to my brother as well as replace those groceries you made me drop."

Eraserhead rolled his eyes. "You can buy more groceries in the morning. oh! I know!" He chuckled before knocking him out with a punch to the face.

Hizashi was out cold. Eraserhead untied the sleeping hero and slung him over his shoulder as well as putting his capture scarf back on. He would just drop the hero off at his apartment unconscious. The hero's ten-year-old adopted brother would surely hear a knock on the balcony door, right? Eraserhead made his way to the apartment and to it's balcony on the second floor of the complex. He laid the hero down before knocking hard on the door. He then ran off before he could be seen.

Izuku opened the door with confusion. "Huh- NII-SAN!" He dragged his brother into the apartment and closed the door.

Izuku deposited him on the couch before  running back to the balcony. "I wonder how he got here if he's unconscious? Did someone bring him here? But why knock him out ... unless they were a foe? But why would a villain return a hero safely home?" He saw a figure off in the distance standing on a rooftop.

 "Huh?" He then saw golden eyes. "Eh?! Was that Eraserhead?!?! DID NII-SAN RUN INTO HIM? How is nii-san still alive?!"

~~~~the next day~~~~

Izuku leaped into the Cat Cafe in his burnt school uniform and ducked behind the service counter.

Aizawa blinked at the kid, thinking, 'why is Present Mic's brother hiding in my cafe and covered in burns?'

Bakugo could be heard outside yelling "get back here you damn quirkless nerd! how dare you still try to be a hero!!! you're better off dead!!!"

Izuku flinched and curled into himself.

Aizawa sighed deeply before going outside. "Hey! If you don't stop yelling quirkist things outside my shop, I WILL report you to the police. Now scram!"

Bakugo just growled before storming off.

Aizawa went back inside while grumbling about quirkist brats ruining his quiet afternoon.

Izuku hesitantly glanced at the owner of the cafe he was hiding in. 'Huh, he looks dead inside-HOLY SHIT IS THAT ERASERHEAD?! I MEAN, HIS HAIR IS PULLED UP AND THERE IS NO GOLD HIGHLIGHTS IN IT, BUT HE COULD BE USING HAIR DYE AT NIGHT.  I can't believe I just used a villain's cafe to avoid my bully. And... he noticed that I'm staring. I should probably stop- DAMN IT! Why am I still staring at him? should I say something? I probably should? But what? Thanks for not letting me die at the hands of a bully when you're a villain and could have thrown me to the wolves? Nah. Shit, he's talking to me. What did he say?' 

Izuku managed to say, "huh?"

Aizawa was knelt in front of him with concern. "Hey kid! I asked you if those burns were from that egotastic brat out there."

Izuku stuttered, "u-um, yeah... but I'm fine! it's nothing compared to what I usually face!"

Izuku was confused at his question.  'Why is he so concerned about me? I thought villains didn't care about others?'

Aizawa sighed. 'He seems hesitant to answer me. Not to mention his eyes flashed with alarm and perhaps recognition when he looked at me. That's not good. He might know who I am. Although, his lack of concern for the state he is in is rather concerning.' 

"Those burns don't look like they're nothing, kid." Aizawa pointed out.

Izuku flinched. "It doesn't matter. No matter what school I go to, it's always the same. Teachers don't do anything. Never have, never will. Doesn't matter how hard Nii-san tries to get them to stop. After all, in the end, I'm just a quirkless kid wasting their time. It gets worse when Nii-san interferes, because how dare I the quirkless freak get a hero to help me? How dare I try to get my brother to save me from them."

Aizawa deadpanned, "ever heard of home school, kid? it's probably your best bet."

Izuku responded, "I actually haven't considered that ... man, I feel so stupid for not thinking of that!"

Aizawa stood up. "Well, I've got to get back to work. You okay walking home, kid? Or do you need to call someone to pick you up?"

 'This is so surreal...' Izuku shook his head. "N-no, I'm fine, Mr. Er- um" he looked at the guy's name tag "Aizawa."

Aizawa pretended he didn't hear the slip up. 'So he does know, interesting... it's not everyday you meet a 10 year old who can recognize a villain out of costume on the spot. I might need to keep an eye on this one just in case he decides to try to do anything against me.' "Goodbye then, kid."

Izuku ran out of the cafe after saying goodbye.

Aizawa muttered, "this one's going to be a problem child."

Izuku sighed in relief as he got farther away from the cafe. 'Well, fuck. I hope he doesn't know that I know who he is. I should probably pretend I don't know who he is to be safe.'

There will be more parts to the story in the future.

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader fanfic) Part 15: ~Louder~

Summary: While the Stream was a complete success, a late night surprise makes a new beginning arise for the couple, but is it a good beginning?

Warnings: Thunderstorms.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'358

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

As expected, after you finished one of the cups, Tom picked up the 2nd controller. He's played some of the much older Mario Karts before, but this one was much different.

"So, did you play the first one?" You asked, picking your character.

"I did, and I...cannot say I recognize many of the characters.." Tom admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Well, who do you recognize?" You asked, leaning back against your chair.

Tom took a moment to think. "Well, there's Mario, obviously.." He spoke, pronouncing it as 'Mare-io' and not 'Mar-io'.

"And his brother...uhh.." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Don't tell me...L-Luigi?.." He looked at you for approval, smiling when you gave him a nod. "Okay, and then that's the princess...who's that red princess?"

"That's Daisy." You replied.

"Daisy? Is she from a Mario game?" He asked, smiling a bit when he noticed some people in the chat making fun of him. "Chat, I know I'm old. I'm very sorry."

"You're not old." You chuckled.

"I'm almost 40, (Y/N)."

"You're not even turning 38 for a couple months. You're..." You almost complimented him. God, the last thing you want is for your fans to ship you two together, especially since your...growing relationship is supposed to be on the down low. If your fans start shipping you, the press will start shipping you, only they wouldn't call it shipping.

"You're not old. That's all I'm sayin'.."

The chat agreed with you, being flooded with compliments on Tom's appearance. Now that it's been about a half an hour, people on Tumblr and such have probably been linking the stream on a bunch of Tom fan pages, so most of the people in chat are more so fans of him rather than of you. You were getting a lot more subs today, though. Maybe his fans were becoming yours, too!

"Daisy is from Super Mario Land." You replied. "Princess of Sarasaland."

"That does not sound like a place in Mario.." Tom chuckled. "And who's this blue princess?"

"That's Rosalina. She's, like, Princess of the Galaxy."

"Is she from Mario as well?"

"Yeah. She's from Super Mario Galaxy."

"Is everyone here from a Mario game?"

"No, a couple people on the bottom row aren't. Like Link and the Villager.."

"Why are they in the game?"

"Cause they're Nintendo characters."

"And this is a Nintendo game?"

"Yes, on the Nintendo Switch."

"Okay. That..." He chuckled. "That makes sense, I suppose.."

Your little banter there was cute to the chat. You saw them talk about it as Tom picked his own character.

You helped him customize his Kart and such and let him pick the stage. He wasn't too bad at the game, but he definitely wasn't any closer to getting to 1st, like you easily could. He was pretty helpful up around in 8th place, though, and he learned a lot from you and from the chat. He really liked talking to the chat. Streaming was a whole new experience for him and he was having an absolute blast. He could probably read faster than you, as he pointed out certain chats that you didn't even catch. You enjoyed watching him talk with not just his fans, but yours as well. Your audience. They could tell he enjoyed your company, and you definitely enjoyed his.

You streamed for a couple hours into the night, switching from Mario Kart to a different Switch game before ending the stream. Tom showed clear interest in joining you on your next stream. Maybe having him along would make it a little easier to stream at a reasonable time. You know you wouldn't want him awake past 4am, like you have in the past.

After all of the equipment had been turned off, you turned to Tom with a soft smile.

"Have fun?" You ask, getting up from your seat. "I really did. That was a lot of fun.." Tom grinned, getting up and putting his chair away. He noticed the time, and was pretty surprised to see that it was already 2am. He doesn't normally stay up this late, at least not willingly.

"I didn't even realize how late it was.."

"Yeah. It's about time to get ready for bed.." You replied with a little stretch. You moved to your drawers to get your pajamas out, expecting to hear him leave, but instead you heard him approach you. You turned around after closing the cupboard, smiling at Tom.

"I suppose I should be heading back to my room.." Tom spoke to you. Before you could say anything, you heard the sound of rain outside your open window, and a slight cold chill. The rain sounded thick, rather suddenly. It surprised you and Tom. Tom found the rain relaxing, but when the sound of thunder came shortly after, you got visibly anxious, and he noticed.

"Does the thunder scare you?.." Tom asked you, taking a step close to take your hand.

You blushed shyly. "I know, what kind of adult is scared of a little lightning, right?.." You joked, trying to make light of the situation. You visibly flinched when the lightning crashed hard outside, his hand holding yours slightly tighter.

"Do you wish to sleep with me in my bed tonight?" He asked you.

"Me? I-I don't want to i-invade your personal space.." You admitted, trying your best to appear calm, but he could tell how you were really feeling, how anxious the sudden weather change had made you.

"You won't be invading my personal space. Besides, gives me an excuse to ask you to join me for bed.." He gave you a soft, comforting smile, a little sigh escaping you. He made you smile.

"Okay..." You nodded with a shaky smile. He let go of your hand.

"I'll let you get some jammies on.." He spoke, gently kissing your hand before stepping out of the room.

You let out another little sigh, this time one of relief and calmness. You didn't necessarily fear thunder and lightning, but when it gets really loud like this, you can't help but feel really uneasy and anxious, unable to sleep whatsoever. You felt relieved you'd be able to spend the night in Tom's arms. Maybe that would help. You were sure it would.

You got into some of your comfiest pajamas before moving into Tom's room, seeing him already sat up in his own bed. He didn't have a shirt on, but you assumed he had pajama pants on. You closed his door and joined him under the covers, frowning when you heard more thunder.

"I'm right here.." Tom reassured you, resting his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry you have to keep checking up on me all the time.." You frowned a bit. Tom tilted his head. "Checking up on you?" He repeated. "I like taking care of you."

"You don't think it's, y'know...pathetic?" You asked, flinching with a slight shaky breath when lighting crashed down louder. You immedietly curled up to Tom, feeling his strong arms wrap around you warmly, securely.

"It's not pathetic to need comfort every now and again.." Tom replied. "You could go to anyone for said comfort, but I'm glad you choose to let me. I really do like helping you."

You blushed a bit, looking up to look at him. He gazed back at you with a warm smile, gently kissing you forehead.

"I prefer having you here, anyways.." Tom admitted. "When we're tired and the day is done, we fall asleep together, and wake up together. It's...nice."

"Hey, I prefer your bed over mine.." You admitted with a soft smile, getting a little chuckle from Tom.

"Then I suppose I'll have to make it our bed." Tom added.

"I suppose you would.." You gave a friendly smirk, getting another little peck on the forehead before you two cuddled close.

Whether or not this is just a beneficial thing, you truly enjoy his company. You're really starting to feel a change between you two. A good change. A warm change, yet it's unclear if Tom is prepared for it.