#i Will Not be talking about all the annoying things in the game

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In which you give them the silent treatment and the different ways they react – mostly a, would they pester you or leave you alone? scenario

Satoru would opt for the ‘annoy you until you cave’ method. Might do silly things in front of you to catch your attention, to gain that twitch of a smile from your lips, or even just a huff – anything to show you’re paying attention, that despite whatever he did, you still care. Would drop off sweet treats and presents at your desk or all over the house, both to bribe you out of silence but also to remind you he’s thinking of you. He’s never not thinking about you. If none of that works though, he, too, falls silent. Soon, you’ll stumble into your shared home, find the lights off, and a brooding Satoru sitting on the sofa. He’ll apologise, solemnly this time, and peel off his blindfold, rub his temples and ask, “Where do we go from here?” 

Suguru gives you the silent treatment too. It becomes a competition to see who could last the longest. He’s so petty, he’ll watch you struggle to reach for something on the top shelf, knowing that you’re on the verge of asking him for help but he’ll never offer. Instead, he might come over, pick it up himself, just to use it. In a way, he also employs the ‘annoy you until you cave’ method, he’s just less obnoxious about it. Giving him the silent treatment is honestly not recommended because he usually lasts longer. But when you do give in, when you utter a single word to him, his shoulders visibly drop, the tension in his spine dissipates, and a smile finds its way back onto his face. Then, and only then, do you hear him say, “Finally, pretty. Was going insane without hearing your voice.”

Choso does not intentionally opt for the ‘annoy you until you cave’ method but does end up using it. He wants to know what you’re feeling and thinking and will not stop asking. You’ll have a permanent shadow everywhere – in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the streets, at a cafe etc etc. “What did I do wrong?” and “Why won’t you talk to me?” on repeat. ConfusedTM. Will one hundred percent poke you, worrying that maybe you’ve gone deaf. He’ll wave a hand in front of your face, raise his voice, and call Yuji just to see if his voice is working. Once he learns what you’re doing, he switches gears slightly. Then, he’ll talk to you and for you. “Woah, did you see how big that dog was? I know right? It’s massive! Yeah, I like big dogs too; I’m scared I’d step on a small dog. No, I totally would. Aww you’re too nice.” He gets so into his one-man role playing that when you do reply, he doesn’t even notice. 

Toji leaves you alone. Too grown and too tired to play these games, he chooses the method of frustrating you by not giving you the reaction you want. At least now he can do all the things you usually tell him off for doing – he can watch whatever sports he wants on the TV, can drink beer and only eat takeaway, maybe stay out late. Though he doesn’t like going to sleep without a ‘goodnight,’ some cuddles and kisses (he’ll never admit to any of that), he’s content to know you’re safe and sound, and still in this relationship enough to climb into bed with him anyway. Eventually, however, he does start to find the silence irritating. Worse though, is seeing you doing things on your own. There’s something fucking awful about the sight. It’s wrong. So, he’ll sigh and ruffle your hair, and man up. “Listen, I’m sorry, alright? Was being a child. Take your time and shit, but don’t eat dinner by yourself; it’s creepy as hell. Be silent and moody and whatever but be silent and moody with me.”

Kento gives you space. He won’t ever be so immature as to bother you out of your feelings nor will he pretend you don’t exist. Of course, he doesn’t think silent treatments are healthy and conducive to a successful relationship, but you already know that. So, instead of mansplaining right and wrong, he’ll continue to be himself and wait for you to come out of your shell. Dinner is prepared for you, so is a warm bath, texts reminding you to eat and to have a good day are sent, all part of your routine. He’s so sweet you actually forget why you were ever mad and would burst out in excitement if he told you about the weekend plans he’s made for you both. Won’t comment on the fact that you finally spoke to him. Will just keep talking to you like nothing ever happened. Later, however, he finally has a good night’s sleep, the best in as long as you were withholding your voice and thoughts from him. “Hmm, goodnight, honey. We can talk more in the morning, just let me hold you.”

Sukuna deploys his own tactic. It’s so dirty. It’s so underhanded. It’s so him. Motherfucker will tickle you. And…he has four arms. Obviously, it’ll only make you more upset, but just for a second, for a single moment, you’ll look him in the eye with a smile on your face and you’ll talk to him. He’s happy. Even if what you say are swear words and ‘stawhppp, you fugly asshole.’ When you continue your silent treatment, he gets all frowny, broody and pouty. Practically walks around with perpetual storm clouds over his head. More people are dying left, right and centre. Screams go on in the night and past daybreak. But you’re practically immune to the suffering of others by now. What would make you cave, however, is Sukuna stomping over to you, angry and violent and desperate to be okay with you. He won’t grab you, won’t shake you, or threaten you into submission. He’ll simply kneel before you, cradle your body to his, and mutter an apology into your stomach. “Forgive me…I was wrong. Let us be friends again. I do not know what to do with my time now that you won’t even look at me. I cannot sleep, cannot eat, cannot breathe without you. It all only hurts…I miss you, little one.”

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Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

The type of daddy

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Clark Kent is the type of dad who—don't ask why Superman's nails are pink and purple— he has a little princess at home who's just waiting for her daddy to save the city so she can keep playing princess.

Clark Kent is the kind of dad who cries when you get your newborn baby's vaccine and hears them cry. And not just little tears. This man is crying for real.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who's always in the front row—Ballet recital? He's there with a bouquet of flowers and trying not to cry. Football game? He's wearing a team jersey, his face painted in the team's signature colors, and yelling louder than annoying, gossiping moms ever could.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who sleeps on the floor of his baby's room, next to the crib, your baby's tiny hand sticking out from between the railings, clutching one of his daddy's fingers while they both sleep.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who tells bad jokes, and no one is going to convince me otherwise. What do you call a bear without teeth? What? A gummy bear. Then he'll cry because his teenage kids don't laugh at his jokes like they did when they were kids.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who takes the place of the tooth fairy and Santa Claus whenever necessary. If your kids just lost their first tooth, you'll see him at three in the morning sitting at the kitchen table writing a letter that looks as real and tooth fairy as possible—with pink glitter that will get all over his hands if necessary.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who, at Christmas, your kids are so insistent they want to see Santa Claus that you and he need to put together a home video of Clark dressed as the old man with the white beard leaving presents under the tree. "Why is Santa kissing Mommy?" Your son makes the biggest face of disgust while Clark almost chokes on his coffee—that definitely shouldn't be in the video.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who's definitely watching a braiding tutorial on YouTube because you're not home, and he hasn't the slightest idea how to even do a ponytail. When you come home, your little girl's hair is a mess of braids and pigtails "daddy made my hair!"

Clark Kent is the type of dad who knows the full name of every doll and stuffed animal your daughter owns. To you, she's a black-haired, green-eyed Barbie. He knows perfectly well that her name is Rachel, that her animal is a rabbit, and that she's allergic to airplanes. Also, when he's playing with his daughter, he makes different voices for each doll: the unicorn speaks elegantly, the mermaid speaks very high-pitched voice

Clark Kent is the type of dad who, when his children are teenagers, does his best to play along. Don't be surprised to see him reading Twilight before bed every night just to have something to talk about in the car while driving his teen daughter to school.

Clark Kent is the type of dad who stands in the backyard, shirtless and wearing a cap, making the crib of the baby you're still pregnant with with his own hands because "Nothing's done right these days."

Clark Kent is the type of dad who, if you forget a detail about a princess, will shake his head, squint his eyes, and blurt out, "You don't know a thing about Sofia the First."

Clark Kent is the kind of dad who, imagine him walking up the stairs of your house, with your two 10- and 8-year-old children under his two arms, telling them it's time to go to sleep even though it's 5 p.m. just because he urgently needs time alone with you after you sent him a spicy photo out of the blue

Clark Kent is the type of dad who tells your kid, "Just one more episode of Bluey before bed!" "Yay!" While your child and he know perfectly well that it won't just be just one episode of Bluey.

Clark Kent who doesn't let his children get out of the car until they say "I love you, dad" before going to school.

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❝DOCTOR, I FEEL LIKE NO ONE WANTS ME, AND I HATE THE WAY I’M PERCEIVED.❞

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✰ ৎ──────SYPNOPSIS: all you ever wanted was a purpose. something that would give meaning to your existence, your power. healing others was the only thing that ever made you feel alive, needed… until you ended up in that awful place.

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“I always forget you’re here, Y/N. You’re so quiet, sometimes it’s like you’re a ghost. You should hang out with us more!”

Stephanie was walking down the hallway with a bag of popcorn in her hand, looking for someone to join her impromptu bad movie marathon. But Damian had locked himself in to train (and honestly, she didn’t want to risk being the target of his weapons), Tim wasn’t answering, Barbara was busy with Bruce, Cass had gone out... and Dick, of course, already had plans. Typical.

That’s when she saw you in person for the first time.

There, sitting on the edge of the couch, legs together, hands resting on your knees like you were waiting for someone to give you permission to move.

Y/N.

Stephanie wasn’t the first to find out. Not the last either. But she was the only one who pretended not to care.

When Bruce said you were coming, his daughter, with that distant tone he used when talking about things that were too human, Stephanie hadn’t known what to think. She just hoped you weren’t going to be another Damian case.

“Another sister.” Stephanie said to Tim with a smile. “The collection just keeps growing, huh?”

It was a joke. No one laughed. Not even her.

The truth was, she didn’t know how to feel. And that annoyed her. Deep down, Stephanie doubted Bruce adopted children out of love, at least not at first. All those Robins and Batgirls who, in some way, only reflected parts of Bruce’s past and the personal identity struggles of each one. Bruce picked them up like unfinished projects. And Stephanie definitely felt like one that had never truly been completed. She didn’t have the Wayne name. She didn’t have the status. She hadn’t even had a permanent bed in the mansion until recently.

But at least she knew where she fit and who she could call family.

What about you?

From her point of view, you were always just... too quiet.

Stephanie paused for a moment, watching you.

You looked up. Your eyes held no shine, but also no obvious sadness. Just a kind of silence that seemed permanent, like you didn’t truly belong anywhere.

Stephanie just assumed it was because of your complicated family background. Nothing to worry too much about. She smiled automatically. “Oh, didn’t see you there. You’re so quiet, sometimes it’s like you’re a ghost.” She laughed lightly, not thinking too hard about the words.

You didn’t respond. Didn’t move. Just looked back at the floor.

That made her a bit uncomfortable.

Stephanie ran a hand through her hair and added in that cheery tone she used with all the quiet kids at the shelter when helping Bruce or dealing with a similar case, “You should hang out with us more, you know? Do something fun. You could join the next game night! I think Tim has a console in his room no one touches.”

“...”

Stephanie shifted, more uncomfortable now. She chewed on some popcorn.

What was she even supposed to say to you? You weren’t like the others. You didn’t argue, you didn’t laugh with sarcasm, you didn’t ask for things, you didn’t try to stab her.

You were just there. And maybe Stephanie wasn’t as good at reading people as Cassandra, or as ridiculously smart as Tim or Barbara, or the best hand-to-hand fighter like Damian, but even someone like her could tell something was off with you.

She just didn’t know what exactly. Or maybe she was just overthinking something that wasn’t worth it.

Part of Stephanie felt bad for your situation, of course she did. But another part, deeper, more childish maybe, couldn’t help but think... she didn’t know what to do with you. Being alone with you made her feel something strange.

“Well...” She said with a soft, forced smile, “if you need anything, I’m in the living room. With popcorn. Bad movie guaranteed.”

Stephanie left quickly. She wasn’t in any rush... but staying there, in that silence, with someone as... absent as you were, gave her a small knot in her chest she didn’t know how to untangle.

Because Stephanie didn’t think too much about her place in the family.

It didn’t suit her. It wasn’t her style.

It was easier to move through them with a canned smile and a joke at the tip of her tongue than to stop and wonder if she actually had roots here. If someone, in some corner of the house, said her name when she wasn’t around. If they included her out of habit or affection.

She had learned not to make the distinction.

When Bruce called her for patrol, she didn’t ask why he didn’t do it more often. When Alfred treated her with the same courtesy as always, she didn’t ask whether that was affection or routine. When the others surrounded her, she let herself go with the flow. When they left her out of missions at the beginning, she told herself it was about logistics, not worth.

She got it. It wasn’t a mistake. She just wasn’t essential.

And then one day, you just showed up out of nowhere.

You, with that way of being in a room without really being there. Of watching others without asking for anything. Of moving like you didn’t weigh anything at all.

At first, Stephanie didn’t know what to make of you. You weren’t annoying. You didn’t take up space. You didn’t cause trouble.

But there was something about you… something uncomfortable. Something that said nothing and yet said everything.

She watched you a couple of times crossing the hallways. Always light. Always with your shoulders tight, like you were carrying something that couldn’t be put down. Your eyes didn’t seek anyone. They didn’t flee either. They just… lingered, if that makes any kind of sense.

Watching. Registering. Enduring.

Stephanie thought you weren’t like other girls. Not in a special or tragic way. None of that.

You were something else. Something hard to categorize.

That threw her off.

She tried to do what she knew best: offer a movie, a silly joke, some surface-level conversation. But you didn’t take the bait.

Because you didn’t fit into the usual categories of “sad girl,” “weird girl,” or “shy girl”… and honestly, she didn’t even know how to approach you.

Then again, has anything in this family ever been easy or normal?

But since Stephanie simply didn’t know how to reach you, she wasn’t going to try too hard. It’s not like you specifically needed her company, right? You could survive without a bit of her attention.

Did she greet you in passing? Sure. But she didn’t ask beyond that.

She saw you, but she didn’t know how to carry the weight of seeing you.

You didn’t make noise. You didn’t cry. You didn’t talk about what hurt.

That made her feel guilty. Because she knew something was wrong with you, something was bothering you.

But that wasn’t significant enough for Stephanie to want to stay.

So she left you behind. With a brief smile and empty promises about seeing you later, a “you should hang out more,” said more out of routine than genuine intent.

Not to mention the uncomfortable thought that maybe… you were more like her than she wanted to admit.

Because maybe you didn’t ask if they were including you out of affection or pity either.

You pretended not to notice anything too.

You also wished your father could be an actual father, not some powerless figure to his own daughter.

And that, more than anything else, made Stephanie look away.

Richard always liked to believe he was doing his best.

He was the oldest. The first. The one who had gone through everything before everyone else. The one who understood the invisible rules of that house.

He knew when Bruce had nothing more to give.

He knew when Alfred needed someone else to say something funny.

He knew how to put out a fire without raising his voice.

And for a long time, he believed that was enough to be the glue of the family.

It wasn’t just about smiling. It was about being consistent. About being there. About filling the space with something that didn’t weigh too much.

When the others arrived, Damian, Cass, Steph, even Duke, Richard adapted to each and every one of them.

He spread the affection. The jokes. The support. He had long arms for everyone.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Then you came along.

You were different.

Not because of your past. not because of your behavior. Because of the way you looked, because of the kind of silence you left in the rooms.

Richard first saw you in the kitchen, waiting for Alfred to offer you something. You didn’t ask. You didn’t speak. You were just there, like someone had pressed pause on you.

You didn’t seem scared. Not exactly sad either.

But there was a tension in your shoulders. Like you were always on alert, even when nothing was happening.

Richard treated you like he did the others. He smiled at you, cracked a light joke. Gave you a soft pat on the head.

When you nodded with a faint grimace that almost resembled a smile, he thought in that moment: “She’s okay. She’s adjusting.”

He didn’t think much more of it.

Richard had always carried the weight in his life, most of the time. He carried Bruce’s gaze, the silent expectations from Alfred, the unspoken comparisons that he felt on his shoulders every time he opened his mouth. Being the first meant there was no trail before him, everything he did was a model for others, but also a warning. That weighed on him. Not in a tragic or melodramatic way.

It was just... a strange constant in his life. Like a light that never turned off.

He learned to be there for everyone. To be dependable. To know when to step in and when to back off. With Tim he was patient. With Damian, firm. With Cass, it was enough to just look and nod, never overwhelm her, but never underestimate her either. Stephanie, Duke, even Jason in his worst moods… Richard was there. He wasn’t perfect, but he was the one who knew how to move through the family, as if each person spoke a different language and he spoke them all fluently. Being the older brother wasn’t just a role, it was a way of being for Richard. A responsibility he’d taken on without anyone ever asking.

That’s why, when you arrived, Richard thought he could handle it.

He didn’t say it out loud, of course, but in his mind it was automatic: “It’s fine. I’ve got this too.”

And your case wasn’t something he saw as a burden or an obligation either. He thought it with the same instinctive warmth he felt whenever someone new entered the orbit of his family. You were small, quiet, you didn’t make a mess, didn’t argue. You didn’t demand attention, didn’t appear in conversations with urgency. Bruce didn’t say much about you, but it was enough to watch how you walked through the mansion, almost without touching the ground, to know you were carrying something. Something you didn’t want to show. And that was okay. Richard respected everyone’s pace.

The first time you spoke to him was in the dining room. A short exchange, almost nothing. But your eyes stayed with him. There was something restrained in them, like you were always on the verge of saying something, and at the same time completely resigned to never saying it. That caught his attention. He thought it was sweet. He thought it was adorable that you looked for his opinion above the others’. He thought you were manageable.

So, with his best smile, he told you: “Hey, one of these days, you and I are hanging out. You owe me a chess match or a walk, whatever you want.”

And you nodded, as if you already knew it wasn’t going to happen.

Richard didn’t notice at the time. Not that time, or the second, or the third. He kept promising moments that never came. Not because he wanted to lie, absolutely not! He genuinely believed he would make good on those promises eventually. It was just that something always came up. A patrol. A mission. Someone who needed his help more urgently.

You, so quiet, so calm, so seemingly content... you were easy to postpone. Easy to put on hold.

You understand why he left you behind, right? You won’t blame him for all that, will you?

He never stopped to think how much time had passed since those empty promises. Every time he saw you, he told himself he should talk to you, that he should invite you this time, that today would be the day. But then Damian showed up angry, or Cass needed to train, or Bruce asked him to cover a sector, and you were still there, in the same place, with that same neutral expression. Richard, who was so good at reading others’ emotions, got used to not reading you. Because your behavior didn’t make him feel like there was anything to worry about.

And if there’s nothing concerning about you, then there’s no reason to worry. Right?

Sometimes he justified it to himself, thinking that maybe you preferred being alone. That you didn’t need all the noise, all the interaction. That it was enough for you not to be rejected. In that, without meaning to, he reduced you. He put you in a box, like you were a different kind of creature. Not fragile, but distant. Not sad, just reserved. He never asked himself if your stillness wasn’t comfort, but resignation.

The truth is, he did love you. From the very first moment. Like a little sister who had shown up unannounced, without explanation, but who still deserved her space. He truly believed that.

But that same certainty became the perfect excuse not to show up. As if love felt but not practiced was enough to fill the space between you.

Now, sometimes, when he walks through the hallways and sees you sitting on the couch, hands folded in your lap, eyes lost in something no one else can see, he feels a sharp pinch in his chest.

He thinks. “I should say something.”

Then he thinks. “I’ll do it later. I just need to finish this first.”

But it never finishes. There’s always something before you. Not out of malice. Just because he thought you could wait. That you were fine.

That’s what hurts the most.

That he never meant to hurt you.

But he did anyway.

Jason hadn’t been sleeping well for weeks. Not because of nightmares, those had lost their grip on him years ago, but because of what was left when there were no dreams at all. An unsettling silence that seemed to mock him, as if the city, for the first time, refused to scream.

Crime Alley had always been a ruthless hell. People screamed just enough, bled constantly, survived on instinct. But lately, something felt off. The streets were still dirty, the air still heavy, the alleys still reeked of desperation… but something had changed.

Too much silence.

Jason noticed it when the familiar faces stopped showing up. That old man who always collected cans. The dreadlocked kid who sold stolen watches. The woman who shouted insults at streetlights. Two boys from one corner. An older woman. Then three more. Then a little girl whose name he actually knew. That’s when it became a pattern. A growing horror.

As if someone was emptying the streets little by little, plucking the invisible people one by one. One by one, they started to vanish.

No sound. No scene. Just… absences.

At first, he thought it was arrests or turf wars. Then maybe someone was sweeping zones they didn’t belong to. But the disappearances increased.

Five.

Eight.

Twelve.

Not even bodies turned up. There was nothing left behind. No sign of the victims. As if the city had swallowed them whole without leaving a trace.

Jason couldn’t do anything.

Bruce was busy. Nothing new there. But this time it wasn’t just his usual emotional detachment mixed with that uncomfortable stagnation that weighed down the house.

This time, it was something else. Apparently, a new villain, nameless, faceless, with no records. Just vague reports, broken cameras, blocked sensors, awkward silences. Jason knew it wasn’t coincidence.

None of it was. The whole situation was too clean to be random. The disappearances were too precise. No one in Gotham operated like that, not without leaving some kind of trace.

Whoever this person was, Jason could tell Bruce was chasing them harder than usual.

Jason didn’t know the name of this faceless figure. Only that they had swallowed all of the Bat’s attention.

Meanwhile, out there, people were vanishing.

People Jason knew.

People he had protected.

People who had trusted him.

Sometimes he came back to the manor with blood still on his knuckles. Alfred said nothing, just offered him water and a silence even heavier than his own. Bruce didn’t look at him. Damian avoided him. Dick got lost in another conversation.

And you… You were there.

Sitting in the corner of the couch. Sometimes reading. Sometimes drawing. Sometimes just existing, as if your very presence didn’t need to justify itself. You didn’t speak, you didn’t interrupt, you didn’t demand.

To Jason, it was a damn trap.

He didn’t know you.

Barely remembered your voice. Maybe he’d heard it two or three times, in passing, almost unintentionally. He’d seen you once in the hallway, clutching a notebook. Another time in the kitchen, taking milk from the fridge and leaving everything as neatly as you’d found it.

You were too still.

Too careful.

Too quiet.

Because you were, as far as everyone knew, a normal girl. A girl with a murky past, a last name Bruce didn’t say aloud, and a way of walking like you were afraid to step too hard.

Jason could handle weapons, wounds, blood, screams, fire.

But not you.

Because you didn’t know who he really was, not truly. You hadn’t seen what he became when his emotions slipped. You hadn’t heard his voice when it rose. You didn’t know how close he always was to snapping, to lashing out at whoever happened to be nearby.

Jason didn’t want to be the reason you stopped feeling safe.

Sometimes he told himself it was out of respect. That he didn’t want to invade your space. That there was already enough chaos in the house without adding his presence to the mix.

But he knew that wasn’t entirely true.

The truth was, he was afraid.

Afraid to speak to you and have you see something in him you weren’t meant to see. Afraid to break something fragile without meaning to. Afraid to promise you safety when he couldn’t even protect the people already depending on him.

So he avoided you.

He only went into the kitchen when the lights were off. Took the back staircase to the second floor. If he saw you in the living room, he turned around. If he crossed paths with you in the hallway, he gave you a nod, a near-smile… and kept walking.

Avoiding any kind of contact, conversation, or opening.

There were nights when he stood in front of your bedroom door without knocking. Just hoping to hear nothing from inside, because silence meant you were safe. And when he didn’t hear a thing, he told himself everything was okay.

Jason knows that’s a lie.

But it worked.

One night, while watching the alleys from a rooftop, alleys that now felt like unmarked graves, he thought of you again.

Not with tenderness, with contrast.

You, sitting in your corner, unaware of how many bodies were missing.

You, untouched by the fear he breathed every single day. You, the only person in that house he hadn’t dragged through the mud.

And that’s when he understood: That’s why he avoided you.

Because as long as he didn’t get close, you could stay that way.

A possible beginning.

Jason Todd had broken a lot of things in his life. He’d ruined too much with his own decisions, choices that still gnawed at him.

First himself. Then others. But he hadn’t hurt you.

Yet.

In a city that tainted everything, in his own way, it was the only thing that felt like protecting you.

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Oscar Piastri x reader

Oscar is whipped the moment he sees you playing video games at the middle of a crowded club.

All Oscar wants is to go home and fall into his bed face first. 

And that’s coming from someone who only arrived at the party twenty-four minutes ago, from which he spent seven minutes trying to get rid of his jacket at the coat check. 

He pushes through the crowd, looking for a familiar face, but he can’t spot anyone. Lando’s supposed to show up, he was invited too, although he mentioned that he might have to be back at base despite this being a sponsor event. Guess he got a get out of jail free card. 

Lucky bastard. 

So, he gives up looking and heads to the bar, hoping a glass or two can make him forget about the upcoming series of hello and nice to meet you that will fill the rest of the night. Boring people at a boring and predictable party. It was designed to be a trendy event, at a trendy club, probably with some famous musician showing up too to entertain the masses. 

At first, he believes he’s imagining the whole scene, that you’re nothing more but a vision, a fragment of his imagination. Because why would anyone in their right mind let someone sit on the bar table with her heels resting comfortably where people put their drinks? What’s more important, though, is why are you playing video games at a party? 

Before he could stop himself, he begins to walk towards you, as if you were a siren, a beacon that’s calling out for him. There are many gamer girls in the world, sure, but you’re quite a sight in your short sequin dress and those sparkly high heels.

“Never expected to see someone bring a Steam Deck to a club,��� he says casually when he stops next to you and rests his forearms on the back of a stool. 

There’s a flicker of recognition in your eyes when you look up at him, but then you quickly return your attention to the game without speaking up. For a moment he even begins to question if you’ve registered that he's standing there, talking to you. 

Oscar can’t help but wonder why you’re not putting the game aside to chat. He’s not full of himself, it’s nothing like that, you don’t have to pay attention to him just because an F1 driver–who currently leads the championship, but who cares–yet it would be nice if you looked at him for more than a second. 

Yes, he’s surprisingly craving your attention. Why, he can’t tell, but he knows that he needs it badly. Like a drug that he can’t let go–or rather one that doesn’t let go of him. Either way, it’s a dangerous thing, and a voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him to turn around and let you be.

“What are you playing?” he asks you, although there’s no need for you to tell him as he already knows. 

It would be hard not to recognize the game, especially after the scandal around its release a few years back. Welcome to Night City, everyone. 

He watches you pause the game, then place the handheld console on your thighs with a tired sigh. “Is there something you want from me?” you ask, your voice not rude or annoyed, just bored and flat. 

He points at the device. “Why do you have MaxTac breathing down your neck?”

With a raised brow, as if you were surprised he knew what was happening in the game, you look down at the screen, then shrug. “Well, you know, I might have raised some hell, then things escalated quickly. During my last playthrough, I pissed off Militech during an NCPD scan hustle.”

“Badlands?” You nod with a small smile. A little, adorable smile that melts his heart. “Fuck Militech,” he says with a huff, forcing himself not to smile. 

Why he wants to avoid smiling is beyond him at this point. If he’s flirting with you, the least he can do is smile, right? 

You turn off the screen, put the device behind you, then move to be sitting on the edge of the bar table, your legs mere inches from his knees. “An Arasaka fan, I take it,” you say as you let out a quiet laugh. 

It’s hard to resist the urge to put his hands on your knees, or two just brush them with his knuckles, so, instead of doing something reckless, he simply builds some distance by sitting on the closest stool. It’s still close, but definitely far enough to keep things safe for now. 

“Wouldn’t call myself that,” Oscar admits as he takes a closer look at the clear and yellow gradient shell that lets you see the inside of the machine. “Why are you here if you’re so bored you’d rather play games instead of partying.”

“I don’t see you partying hard either,” you point out as you reach behind the bar to pull out a glass of mojito that you probably hid there. 

He smiles for the first time, letting himself go for a moment. “I just got here, I’m still warming up,” he responds. You tilt your head to the side a little. “What is it?”

You lean closer, then conspiratorally signaling him to do the same. “You don’t take me as the party guy type,” you whisper to him. “Also, you have a reputation to uphold. Although…”

“Although what?”

Letting out a long, thoughtful hum, you edge a little closer to him. “A lot of people joke that you’re like Kimi. Räikkönen, not Antonelli. So, if you are, then you know how to party,” you say with a wicked smile. 

“Would you like to party with me?”

“I would like to hide under the blanket and have a nice long sleep,” you inform him. 

A part of him finds it amusing that this was his first thought as well when he got here, that he’d rather be in bed now. But now there’s another part, and he really doesn’t want to say what it wants him to say. Because he’s not like that, he’s a good guy–at least he tries to be–acting like this, saying this is not like him. Maybe Lando’s style is rubbing off on him. 

“I have a bed not far from here,” he offers, mentally slapping himself right away. 

“Whoa, hold your horses, cowboy,” you say with a heartfelt laugh. “We’ve just met, why would I jump into your bed right away? Jesus, what do you take me for?”

Humiliating. 

That’s the only word that comes to his mind now. 

And holy fuck. 

Yes, that too. 

“I’m sorry, it came out wrong, it was supposed to be a joke,” he starts to ramble. 

And then it just happens. You slide off the bar table, right into his lap, then wrap your arms around his neck as you take a closer look at his face. “You’re actually really handsome in person,” you blurt out. 

“In person? Oh, wow, thanks, good to know I’m not that good-looking on TV,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “What are you doing, babygirl, hmm?” he asks with his lips already hovering inches from yours. 

“Your boss was heading this way after noticing you’re talking to me. Thought you might want to avoid him,” you tell him with a smile. 

Oscar can’t help but wonder about what you just said. “What’s so special about you?” 

It’s a miracle you can hear him, because his lips are busy placing kisses all over your jawline and neck, while his hands are holding you firmly in place. But how could he resist when you offer yourself to him like this? What’s wrong with acting reckless and losing control just once? You can have as much control tonight as you want, he knows that by now. 

But you don’t let him get too lost in the taste of you, because you put a finger under his chin to make him look up at you. “My dad’s company is one of your bigger sponsors,” you explain. 

“Shit.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, Zak’s gonna kill me for this. Sorry, I’m so sorry, I–”

“Oscar?”

“I shouldn’t have–”

“Hey, focus!” you snap as you grab his chin. “No one’s gonna kill you. I bury hatchets and don’t burn bridges, so even if this is nothing more but a one-night stand, the sponsorship is safe. I won’t be mad if we don’t meet again,” you explain with a kind smile. 

For the first time that night, he takes a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs completely, then blows it out slowly to calm himself. It’s been a long time since he last panicked like this. Damn, he didn’t miss it. Losing control truly sucks. 

Instead he decides to focus on you again, closing out the possibility of his boss giving him a lecture about how to act around sponsors and their daughters. (He’s actually pretty sure Lando heard this lecture at one point.) You’re still watching him, waiting patiently for the moment when he’s ready to return to this little bubble of yours. 

“You sure?” he asks, and your nod is all he needs. “Good.”

And with that, he kisses you again, this time not worrying about the possible consequences. 

[wxwoobe]

Bro bllk w a reader who’s still shit scared of the dark

thank you for the req, hope you like it!!! also ts is so me 🫩✌🏻 posting 2 reqs a day because talks of fuckass 11th grade starting from 15 or smt 🤣🤣

ˋ°•*⁀➷ "nothing's gonna hurt you, baby."

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro

itoshi rin

rin doesn't get it at first. he's like, "it's just darkness… nothing's there." but the second he sees how scared you actually get, he takes it seriously.

if you have to walk to the kitchen at night, he'll silently follow you without saying anything. a comforting presence behind you, so you know you're not alone.

sleeps with the door cracked open if you're staying over, because you said you felt safer that way.

when you're in bed together, he'll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you flush against him:

"go to sleep. i'm here, nothing's gonna happen to you."

if the lights go out during an unfortunate power cut, he won't let go of your hand for even a second.

itoshi sae

sae will tease you a little about it, just one dry comment, "are you five?"

but the second he notices genuine fear in your voice, the teasing stops.

keeps one of those small rechargeable lamps by your bed at all times, turned on to a dim yellow.

will get up in the middle of night to accompany you to the washroom.

if you cling to his arm when the lights are low, he'll sigh, but pull you closer and say:

"relax. you've got me. you're fine."

he will seat you in his lap during power cuts, and for once, he'll talk about his day so you only focus on his voice rather than the darkness.

michael kaiser

kaiser's first reaction is smug. "really? damn. that's kinda cute though."

he will 100% offer himself as your personal flashlight, basically following you everywhere with his phone torch and being dramatic about it.

"fear not, meine liebe, your hero has arrived." 🫩

loves the excuse to keep the TV on all night when you're sleeping over because you asked for it.

if you're scared in bed, he'll pull you under the covers with him and tangle your legs together. "can't be scared if you're distracted, hmm?"

will kiss your forehead during a blackout and be like, "see? still here."

makes a joke of it in public sometimes, but never in a way that makes you uncomfortable.

more like telling the waiter to bring you a candle because "they're scared of mood lighting."

isagi yoichi

isagi is so gentle about it. the moment you tell him, he’s like, "oh! that's okay, we'll keep the lights on then."

makes sure there's a nightlight in every room you might be in after dark.

during scary movies, if it gets dark and you tense up, he'll immediately turn the TV off halfway through the movie, and drag you to bed saying, "it's bedtime."

sleeps facing you so you can see him clearly, mumbling little reassurances until you drift off.

"i'm here. and not sleeping until you do. so sleep."

will even run you a late-night snack with all the lights on just so you can eat without feeling scared.

if the power goes out, he'll find the brightest flashlight and keep it aimed at the ceiling so the whole room is softly lit.

nagi seishiro

nagi's reaction is very calm, "darkness annoys you? me too, to be honest. such a hassle to see in darkness."

not much of a talker, but if you're scared, he'll shuffle closer to you in bed until you're practically lying on top of him.

doesn't mind sleeping with every light in the house on. he's the type who could nap anywhere anyway.

if you have to go somewhere in the dark, he'll lazily drag himself along behind you, muttering, "don't worry, i got you."

holds your wrist when it's pitch black so you don’t accidentally bump into things.

sometimes stays up all night gaming just to keep an eye on you. 😭

[nanamisbbygirl]

⚛︎ academic misconduct ⚛︎

chapter 1. game on

pairing; nerd! gojo satoru x nerd! reader

genre: college au, drama/ romance, academic rivals

summary: everyone on campus knew gojo satoru was smart, just as they knew you were his biggest competition. so, with a summer internship looming over your heads, the tension has never been higher. but, how far will each of you go to get that spot?

cw: nothing

a/n: a new series begins! i can't stress enough how grateful i am for @junuru for helping me out with this-- everyone go check out her page and comment thank you ivy on this post ily twinnnn

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Gojo Satoru was just as annoying as he was smart— which was something that you realized very early on in your academic career.

You had heard a handful of rumors about him— he had carried his whole team at the annual mathlete games, or that he’d made a teacher cry for not knowing the answer to his question. Yet, his unrivaled brain and scholarly merit alone was enough to intrigue you. So, upon hearing that you were in the same major, you knew there ought to be an overlap in your schedules. It was no surprise, then, that he was in almost every single one of your classes. 

The mutual loathing only grew as the semester progressed.

It came to a point where your peers could see this, the ferocity of your rivalry seemed to create a complete shift in the atmosphere, especially with the internship dangling over your heads. By midterms, everyone figured that it would either be you or Gojo in that spot, making the rest of them cowardly back away from it like wounded dogs. The fight was between you and him. Even your peers from other courses would say the same thing— any time you and Gojo were in the same class, things were bound to become heated. 

That meant you’d be fighting tooth and nail for the highest grade—every bonus mark, every top spot. Even if the competition went unsaid, you could sense the rivalry forming. It was a feeling that was brewing from the very beginning, ever since you stepped foot on campus. You wanted to win, to stop at nothing to see him come in second— to show your peers Gojo Satoru was not untouchable. You had something to prove, but so did he. 

Amongst all your intense classes, there was one that mattered more than any of the others: Dr. Mishiwaka’s class. Of course, everyone in your program knew what that getting that spot meant— it was something more than just bragging rights. The top student graciously gained an automatic acceptance into his extremely prestigious summer internship program. His course only ran once per year, and by the end, he’d save that position for one lucky student. Although, luck hardly had anything to do with it. 

So, like any eager student, the second the exam dates were released, you circled Mishikawa’s with a big, bold, red sharpie—letting it mark your calendar like a doomsday countdown. It was the most important exam—giving you the chance at an opportunity that could quite literally define your whole future. 

Unfortunately for you, with that cocky white hair boy in your class, your odds became infinitely slimmer—the way he’d raise his hand to answer every question, or how he’d stay every day after lecture to talk to the professor, buttering him up to the idea of him being in that lab. You’d try to talk to Mishikawa too, but as soon as Gojo was done, the professor would rush off, claiming he had another class to attend to. 

Had Gojo not been there, that internship would have been yours weeks ago— hell, you would’ve already had a lab coat with your name embroidered into it. Now, you were working twice as hard— which felt humanly impossible. There was no opportunity to take breaks, or to have fun. Every aspect of your life was dedicated to academics, specifically the workload for Mishikawa’s class. All you had to do was beat Gojo, outperform the natural genius—surely, you’d be crowned the top student. That was a big deal—something that you couldn’t let slip through your fingers, let alone fall into his hands. 

Getting that mark, though, was easier said than done, because—as you’d already established—Satoru was not easy competition. Your marks always seemed to balance out; you’d score a few points higher on bellringers, but he had you beat in terms of participation bonuses, always stealing your chance to speak. During labs, he’d flaunt the fact he was able to finish his calculations much quicker than you, as if it was simple, basic math— as if calculus was simple, basic math. You were always neck and neck, fighting over percentages, constantly trying to outdo one another when it came to academics. You’d gloat when outdoing him on a paper, and he’d mock you when your lab notes conveniently—and mysteriously— went askew. 

He was your biggest threat, and you were his. 

You’d bicker constantly, picking fights and pushing each other to your limits. It was a match made in hell—two brains clashing over beakers and microscopes. The competition had been like throwing oil over a fire, creating a flame that couldn’t be put out easily—only to stop burning when one of you had claimed your victory over the other. 

Despite all the tension and turmoil, you found yourself getting along on rare occasions.

There were times where you’d laugh together in the library, helping each other with flash cards and co-using study rooms. Hell, Gojo would always turn to you to be his partner during labs—something about how you were the only person who could keep up with him. Even if you were rivals, he didn’t trust the rest of your “stupid” classmates with the experiments. You were both cut from the same cloth in that regard.

Yet, there was still one degree of separation between you. 

Maybe it was because everything seemed to come naturally to him. He was born into a good family, one that owned and operated one of the best technological and research facilities in Japan. He was basically bred to be a genius—his parents might’ve even created him in a test tube. He was guaranteed a placement as soon as he graduated. He'd probably end up running the company someday, too. 

That was why you needed to beat him. He had everything in comparison to you—you had to bust your ass to get top marks, unlike him. It made you envious that he was given every single opportunity and he still couldn’t let you have this one thing. Sure, your marks could speak for themselves, but, one mistake, one wrong equation on that exam and your entire life would be over. Every fiber of your being hated him for this, for—what felt like—him robbing you of a golden opportunity, one that only came once in a lifetime. You hoped Gojo could figure that out for himself, but that hope was useless. 

He was always a little too self centered for his own good. His confidence was clear to everyone in your program and to the faculty as a whole. Clever and cunning; cute and charming– that’s how people described him, and they couldn’t have been more spot on.

Gojo would parade around campus, head held high, not shy about the fact that he was smarter than the average college student. It didn’t help that he also knew he was devilishly handsome and used this to his advantage, acting as if he was God’s gift to the university—everyone else a mere peasant, basking in the glory that was Gojo Satoru. Every step he took was with confidence, some of it was earned, while some was created by his own ego. 

He was always surrounded by girls—practically swarmed by them as he continuously egged them on. They’d gush over his pretty blue eyes—something you’d never admit, but was simply a term coined by those fascinated by their unique colour. They’d giggle mindlessly, asking him to tutor them, or to go out with them. Judging by his schedule, he didn’t have time to, but whether or not he took them to bed was beyond you.

You never really stayed long enough to listen to him flirt back. 

Yet, what you didn’t hear was the way he spoke about said girls to his roommate. 

“Please, they’re all bimbos—I don’t waste my time with girls like that,” he’d complain, rolling his eyes andgagging slightly. “They’re so easy too—only good for one night stands, and where’s the fun in that?” 

A challenge is what he needed, someone to push him beyond his limits—to make him work tooth and nail. You always came to mind when he thought about difficult things. 

He had underestimated you once before, and he couldn’t let it happen again. 

Gojo could remember the moment you walked into that fateful lecture hall.

The fall air was crisp, leaves crunching under his step. He shrugged off his light coat as he settled in his seat.

Anxious students kept their eyes on the door, waiting for the professor to walk in. He, on the other hand, was already bored deeming this class as one of his easier ones, paying no mind to the previously sent out syllabus and panicked chatter in the room. 

Gojo tapped his finger against the desk in front of him, mindlessly trying to practice patience. There was a buzz in the air that was quickly settled as soon as Mishikawa took a stand at the podium. 

That’s when you walked in, frazzled. Judging by the look in your eye, you had trouble finding the room. That was probably the case.

Every set of eyes, including his own, snapped from their focus to inspect you entering the room. He observed the fact that, despite being in a hectic rush, you were still well put together.

He figured a girl like you—one so effortlessly good looking—wouldn’t last long in the program. Surely you would crumble under the pressure and switch to something easier. 

He expected to at least get a good laugh out of his boring first lecture when Mishikawa cold called you. Gojo was sure that you were going to turn into a blubbering mess—getting a kick out of seeing the whimsy in your eye snuffed out. 

“You—” Mishikawa singled you out as a punishment for walking in late and disrupting the beginning of his introduction. “Can you tell me why, specifically, hydrogen gas doesn’t just spontaneously form water in the air? Considering we have oxygen all around us?”

Only, you answered his inquiry to a tee. Stating: 

“Because in order for that to happen, activation energy would be required.”

Impressive, he thought, leaning forward in his seat, watching you from across the lecture hall, seeing if you’d be able to complete the rest of the answer. For a brief second, he thought that maybe—just maybe— this class wouldn’t be so boring after all. 

“Not to mention hydrogen is extremely rare in Earth’s atmosphere,” you continued, much to everyone’s surprise. “Most of it exists in an already bound state.”

You take a deep breath, eyes shifting across the room, faces blurring until catching a glimpse of white hair from the corner of your eye. You double take, checking that you weren’t seeing things.

“Explosive reactions only occur if triggered by high heat like a flame or a spark—which was the cause for the Hindenburg disaster, right?” 

“That’s correct,” Dr. Mishikawa hummed, satisfied. “Take a seat.”

You made your way down the steps, taking a seat in the row in front of him, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth. 

He leaned forward, allowing himself to rest his face just inches away from your ear. His amused expression was hard to ignore—eyebrows raised, eyes glimmering, smile lines twitching. Sliding his tongue over his lips before he spoke, he commented: 

“You forgot compression,” his hushed tone rattled in your brain, causing you to tilt your head, peering at him ever so slightly. Gojo only continued: “For factors that trigger reactions—under the right amount of pressure or shock the gas molecules collide.” 

“I know what autoignition is,” you quip, a displeased frown plaguing your face. 

“Mhm. Right. Just that…you forgot to mention it.” Maybe he wasn’t trying to sound stuck up when he spoke, maybe he was. He was trying to start a conversation nonetheless—someone finally peaked his interest. Yet, he managed to come across as condescending.

How typical of him. 

“I guess you’re right.” You were icy, your tone sterile, focusing back on the front of the lecture hall. Gojo sat back, huffing—kissing goodbye to his chances of getting on your good side.  

At that moment, he knew you and him were going to be in hot water and the game of cat-and-mouse had officially started. He would find every opportunity to piss you off, to show you he was still superior— to truly live up to the definition of rivalry. 

“You messed up the equation,” he said, catching you by surprise. 

Mishikawa’s exam was closing in, your stress was growing by the day— you had limited time to cram, hence why you had picked this private room to study in. It was the perfect spot to be studying. Alone. 

As you turned your head back to the whiteboard overflowing with math work, he stepped in, standing with two drinks, one in each hand. He smirked slightly, his glasses sliding down his nose slightly. He promoted one of his hands, signalling the drink: “A peace offering.” 

“Go to hell,” you snap. “I’m trying to focus.”

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, sauntering over toward where you sat. “Well studying with the wrong formula won’t do you any good.”

Gojo set down the drinks, sliding you your usual order. He proceeds to take the whiteboard marker from your hand into his, the palm of his hand brushing your fingers while simultaneously wiping away the majority of your work with his sleeve. 

His eyes narrowed in, his tongue pressing on the inside of his cheek and his nose flared slightly as if he was deep in thought. He began to draw against the white surface, gliding the marker against it like a figure skater on ice. You watched with intent, thinking he was actually going to correct you. 

Only, you should’ve known better. It was Gojo Satoru, afterall, he was equal parts fool as he was a genius. 

“Looks about right to me, now,” he declared as he stepped back, making you realize that he’d erased your work for nothing. All that remained on the whiteboard was a very childish, very primitive, and oddly detailed drawing of a penis. 

You scowl in disgust. “Are you five years old or something?” 

Gojo only let out a characteristic laugh, the base of his glasses fogging up ever so slightly at the sight of your growing frustration. 

“You shouldn’t frown so much, you’ll get wrinkles,” he pointed to your face, his index finger being swatted away. 

“And you shouldn’t be such a jerk, some of us are actually trying to do well on our exams.” 

“Oh and I’m not trying?” He raised an eyebrow, teasingly. 

You rolled your eyes again, “No, you’re not. Otherwise you wouldn’t be bothering me.” 

He chuckled again, taking a seat in the space across from you, not bothering to wipe away the lewd drawing taking up a prime spot on your whiteboard. 

“I came to check in on you, actually.”

You can’t help the way your face coiled in, as if you’d tasted something sour. Jutting your lips out, you give him an unassumed glance. 

“Oh, how sweet of you,” you remark, sarcastically. 

“I know, I’m so considerate," he paused briefly for a moment. 

You excited him, more than any other student did—he knew he had to give it his all. He was going to get that scholarship, and make sure you never forgot it. As evil as it sounded, he was going to crush you.

It went beyond friendly competition– he needed to win. 

Gojo proceeded:

“I was just thinking about the fact you have your stats exam right before Mishikawa’s,” he elaborates. “Just wondering how you’re holding up.” 

You narrowed your eyes, as if to question whether or not it was worth telling him. 

“Not well,” you admit, finally. “Stats is my worst subject thus far—long story short the TA is an ass. I’m trying to focus most of my energy on studying for that.” 

Something was brewing in his brain and it was subconsciously pulling at his lips, causing much of his energy to be put into not letting his smirk show. You could see this, though, as if a little, imaginary lightbulb had appeared over his head. 

“It’s not like I really need to be stressed about Mishikawa's exam— I know I’ll do well. It’ll mostly be review though, I think I know the content pretty well at this point—” 

Truth be told, Gojo had stopped listening.

Not that he didn’t care, but because he was too concentrated by the movements of your face—your eyes jolted around, catching different points of his own face; your jaw was tense, despite your lips moving so freely; your hands waved around, as if they were providing supporting claims to your rambles.

Your words blended together once they met his ear, and he only regained his focus when he heard you exclaim: 

“I’m still gonna get the top mark, as long as I have the night before to review– I’ll beat you to a pulp.” 

“I’d like to see you try,” he states, rising up, towering over you while lowering his gaze to look straight into your eye.

You could feel your pupils widen, your heart racing at the thought of the look on his face when you beat him. Your victory would be oh-so sweet. To see his shocked expression as you stepped into Mishikawa’s lab. Everything would be too perfect. 

Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the same. Thinking about squashing you as if you were an ant.

Slowly, the gears turned in his head, devising every miniscule detail in his plan to derail you from your goals. Studying your flustered features, it seemed like a god-send. For a minute he praised himself for being such a genius. 

“Game on.”

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[boybandbaby]

Missing You

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

word count: 2460

warnings/tags: mentions of friends with benefits, alcohol, weed, suggestive comments, angst, fluff, lmk if I missed anything

note: quickly written, not edited

“I think I’m in love with her and it’s killing me.” Steve pulls at his hair. He’s been meaning to get it cut but you keep persuading him to push his appointment back.

“Just tell her, man.” Eddie leans forward on his elbows at the counter.

“I can’t. We already said nothing serious, just casual, just two friends helping each other out.” He whines.

“I mean things change, dude. You can’t help how you feel.” Eddie pushes Steve’s chest. “And stop your whining. You’re annoying me.”

“I have to distance myself from her. I have to separate myself from our friendship in order to get over these feelings, right?” Steve looks to Eddie.

“How’s that gonna work when we literally see each other almost everyday?” Robin plops a box of rewinds onto the counter.

“I’ll just make excuses. Won’t be alone with her.” He shrugs. “You guys can help me right?”

“Yeah, no, I’m not getting involved with that. Good luck though.” Eddie laughs.

The first time Steve sees you since realizing his feelings, he’s a total dick and he knows it. A dick and a liar.

You hold onto Eddie’s shoulders as he makes his way down the basement stairs, jumping onto the floor at the last step.

You’d tossed your bag onto the floor and ran to the couch, sitting thigh to thigh with Steve. “Hey, I got you something but just now realize I left it in my bag and I’m too lazy to grab it so you’ll have to wait until your birthday.” You smile at him.

“Hey, that’s cool.” Is all he says as he turns his body away from you, joining the conversation Lucas and Dustin are having about a new video game.

You furrow your brows and scoot just a tad away from him, slumping into the couch. You’re not sure if you’re overthinking the interaction but you rack your brain for any reason Steve might be mad at you. Any way you could have upset him and made him act cold towards you but your mind comes up blank.

Robin and Eddie exchange looks of pity for you and concern for Steve’s behavior. This is why Eddie didn’t want to get involved, he doesn’t want to take part in either of his friends getting hurt. Robin on the other hand tries to help Steve take a different approach, a less asshole approach.

She sits between the two of you, nudging Steve hard with her elbow into his ribs. “Y/n, how’d your shift go? Are you liking the new job?”

Shit, your new job. You’d been so excited and Steve was supposed to take and pick you up. Instead, he’d made up an excuse that he needed to take the kids to the arcade today. Instead, Eddie had been your ride.

“It was good, made some new friends.” You shrug. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see how things develop.”

“Can you get us free stuff?” Dustin asks.

“Absolutely not, you moocher.” You roll your eyes.

“Come on, you’re no fun.” He groans.

“Im sure you’ve had plenty of fun today. Stop bugging me.” You wave him off.

“I’ve been bored at home all day.” He furrows his brows.

You briefly meet Steve’s eyes right before he flicks them down to his fingers.

“Oh, my mistake then.” You mumble.

“Hey, let’s go get something to drink, yeah?” Eddie places a hand on your shoulder. You nod and follow him up to the kitchen.

Steve watches as you leave, sighing with relief. Well as much relief as he can get knowing you just caught him in a lie.

The next time you speak to him, you call his house phone, waiting for him to pickup. When he finally does you sigh of relief.

“Hello?” He calls into the receiver.

“I was beginning to think you were going to let it go to voicemail.” He chuckles but it’s definitely forced. The line goes quiet for what seems like minutes. “Hey Steve, you still there?”

“Yeah, just waiting for you to talk.” He almost sasses.

“Oh, well, are you busy right now?” You’re taken a back at his harsh tone.

“Just a bit. Do you need something from me?”

“Well, I was going to see if you wanted to go get a milkshake then come over. I’m home alone for the night.” You offer.

“Steve, the movie is about to start. Are you ready?” You hear faintly through the other end of the receiver. A female voice, definitely not Robin.

“I’ll be right there.” You can hear even though he tries covering the phone with his hand.

“Look y/n-“

“That’s alright, Steve. I’ll see you later.” You hang up before he can respond. Steve rubs his forehead with his occupied hand before slamming the phone back onto the holder.

You took a chance calling him even though you felt he was pulling away. Now you sit feeling pathetic and replaying that voice on the other end.

You know you and Steve were friends with benefits but you’d at least hoped he would communicate that he was seeing someone. You didn’t have much time to feel sorry for yourself though.

Just two days later, you’re absolutely pissed having just found out from Mike that Steve was having a party and hadn’t invited you. How could he not invite you to his own birthday party?

Yes, you were ex friends with benefits but you were friends before all this happened. You had hoped when you both eventually ended things that you’d stay friends but it’s becoming more likely that being friends isn’t in the cards for you two.

You’re angry, hurt and at his door step. You don’t knock and you open the door to the stale smell of sweat and alcohol, weed mixed in somewhere amongst the dancing bodies and loud music.

You push your way through the crowd of people and spot him sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking a beer with girls and guys alike surrounding him.

He spots you past the several drunken heads and jumps off the counter immediately. “Y/n! What are you doing here?”

“Hey asshole, happy birthday. This is what I wanted to give you the other day.” You push the small bag into his chest. “Have fun.”

Steve holds the bag to his chest, bringing his beer to his lips to finish the bottle off.

“Y/n, wait!”

“Don’t bother, Steve. I get the message alright?” You push out into the cold air, music drifting away as you retreat from his house. “Like I said, enjoy your birthday. I hope you like the gift.”

Steve stumbles behind you, one too many beers flowing through his system. He grips onto the railings of his porch as he watches you walk off into the night.

His head is pounding from all the factors of his environment. He sinks down onto the steps of his porch, pulling the sparkly baby blue paper from the baby blue gift bag. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume it was a baby shower gift with how baby blue it is.

His hands dig into the depths of the bag and pull out a sleek matte black box. Discarding the gift wrapping, he opens the small box, eyes widening at the contents. A silver chain link bracelet. One he’d picked up to take a look during a day at the mall, one he didn’t even realize you’d seen him take interest in. He decided it probably wouldn’t look good on him and put it back before anyone could see it. Except you did see and now you’d gotten it for him.

Steve struggles but gets it linked around his wrist eventually, tucking it beneath his sleeves. His birthday suddenly doesn’t seem so fun anymore.

A few days later, Steve loads the cooler into the trunk with the help of Jonathan, wiping his hands on his shorts when he’s done. He shoves Max’s bag and towel into the trunk and shouts for any other items before he closes the door.

The whole gang was headed to the lake for the day, snacks and drinks loaded up into three cars. Steve, Robin, Max and El in one car, Nancy, Jonathan, Will and Mike into another and Eddie, Lucas, Dustin, and yourself (supposed to be) were in another.

“Where’s Y/n? She’s never this late.” Robin groans, the early morning heat already creeping in.

“Oh, she’s not coming. Girly problems or something.” Eddie shrugs. “Come on let’s go. I want a good spot at the lake.”

Steve and Robin exchange a look over the car hood before getting in. El and Max are already gossiping about some tv show in the back seat when they enter.

“Do you think she didn’t come because of me?” Steve turns to Robin.

“I mean what does girly problems mean? Could be her period right?” Robin shrugs.

“What are you guys talking about?” El scoots forward.

“Grown up stuff.” Steve huffs, turning to put on his seat belt. “Sit back and buckle up.”

“They’re talking about y/n and whys she’s not coming today.” Max doesn’t even look up from her magazine. “She’s going on an amusement park date with that guy Tom from work.”

“So she lied?” Steve whips his head back.

“Not sure what she told you but does it matter? It’s none of your business.” Max sasses. “and when are we leaving? The others left like 5 minutes ago.”

Steve huffs, turning the keys to start the ignition, mumbling about you doing this to get back at him.

All day he spent huffing and puffing, pissing the others off with his attitude and wallowing in his self pity.

“I mean how could she be on a date?” Steve angrily threw the rock into the lake not even bothering to try and skip the rock on the surface of the water.

“Well, like you said you two are just casual, right? No labels.” Eddie raises a brow. “You should’ve just told her how you felt, I guarantee she would feel the same.”

“She was the one who was so adamant about being friends with benefits. I’m just trying to respect her wishes.” Steve throws his hands up.

“But you’re going about it all wrong. You’re being a dick.” Eddie tosses a pebble at Steve’s back. “I mean not inviting her to your party was intentionally mean.”

“I’m not trying to be mean. It’s just easier for me to push her away rather than tell her how I feel and possibly face the rejection.” Steve sits beside Eddie. “There’s no way I could just be friends with her. It’s too hard.”

“Then don’t be just friends.” Eddie laugh. “You make it seem so hard.”

“You make it seem so easy.” Steve pushes his shoulder, knocking him over.

“It literally is. She likes you and you like her. She won’t reject you.” Eddie pushes Steve’s shoulder back, not hard enough to hurt. “Until you make a move and listen to me, I’m not discussing this anymore with you.” Eddie pushed himself up, dusts his hands off, heading for the cooler.

Steve sits alone, thinking about Eddie’s words. Was he too late? You were already on a date with that guy Tom. Was he a bad person for hoping the date went to shit? Was he an even worse person for going to your house to find out?

You roll your eyes when you take a look through the peephole.

“What do you want, Steve?” You sigh, door barely open an inch.

“So, how was your date?” His tone isn’t polite and he definitely isn’t interested in the answer.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t. I was just being polite.” He shrugs.

“Well that’s a first.” You scoff.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His hand comes to push the door open.

“You’ve been acting like an ass for the last couple of weeks.” You cross your arms. “I figured you were resorting back to your old ways. I mean you’re having movie nights with other girls and parties without me.”

“You jealous?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Of course, I’m jealous. We’re supposed to be a thing. Yes, an unspoken thing but a thing nonetheless. I didn’t know you were seeing other people while you were fucking me. Do you know how icky that makes me feel?” You finally relent and open the door.

“Hey, I wasn’t doing anything with anyone else while I was with you. Even after you, I didn’t kiss or have sex with anyone else. Yes, I had a date but that’s all it was. I haven’t even talked to the girl since our date. And about the party, I didn’t invite you because I knew us drinking and flirting would lead to sex.”

“And you don’t want that anymore? Why wouldn’t you just tell me instead of avoiding me and being mean?” You lean against the doorframe and cross your arms.

“I don’t want just that anymore which is why I have been pushing you away.”

“Well, that’s dumb.”

“What?” He scrunches his face and squints at you.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me? Tell me you were having feelings? I would’ve told you I had feelings too.”

“Had?”

“Well, I don’t know how to feel about you anymore. I’m really mad at you.”

“What can I do to change your mind and make you like me again?” He holds his hands out for you. You take a look down at his hands.

“Nice bracelet.” You nod to his wrist.

“Thanks, a really great girl gave it to me for my birthday. I’ve been kind of an asshole to her though. Think she might hate me.” He sighs. “But I really miss her.”

“She misses you too.” You let your arms fall. “And she wasn’t on a date today by the way. Just a day at home wishing the jerk she fell in love with would come to his senses.”

“Well the jerk spent all day pissing his friends off because-“

“Okay we’ve got to stop doing this.” You laugh. “Just come here.”

Steve shakes his head, laughing to himself before he takes a few steps forward, pulling you into him. “I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been acting.”

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do Mr. Harrington.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his hands coming around your waist. “We can start in the bedroom.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.” He pumps his eyebrows.

“You can start by helping me go through my closet. I need to get rid of some clothes.” You pull him into the house, shutting the door behind you.

“Wait, what?”

“You didn’t think I’d give in that easily did you?”

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐄 ! ❞

　you are his hiding one and only place or sweet headcanon’s about your relationship before dating and during dating !

featuring. itoshi rin !

content. 0.7k wc , latibule (n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort , fluff fluff fluff , slight crack , rin may be ooc , pre & while dating headcanons , safe for minors , spoiler free , crappy writing , this was a request.

author’s note. a quick and easy request >< next time, please read through the bio, anon! I clearly stated that i’m currently only writing for sakamoto days and gachiakuta but since this was quick one, I still decided to write your request. please enjoy to the fullest <3

PRE DATING.

how to start even? oh boy you're in for a lot as soon as he is aware of his feelings. and to be honest it will take a quite while for him to realise his own feelings because rin is a little dense when you're talking about feelings.

what I can imagine is — how he drops subtle hints to show his feelings so you can come to the idea by yourself.

it would be something simple like sharing his things (like pens, notes, books etc.) with you and that without hesitation. also something like buying a drink from the vending machine and then also buying your favourite drink because he "put in too much coins."

god, he's actually so sweet with his actions that everyone is already aware of his little crush about you. never has he ever shown so much interest in something or someone besides from soccer which is actually kind of crazy.

but unfortunately everyone notices but you. you just think of his actions to be kind and sweet, something a best friend would do. and yes you two somehow are close enough to be best friends — not going to lie, I cannot imagine rin falling in love with someone who isn't close to best friends.

that also leads to much trust. rin puts a lot of faith into you, another sign of his crush. how can you not notice it already? are his actions too subtle? should he be more open?

he's the type to overthink a little bit.

but he also isn't very patient, already annoyed by your dense brain (it's not your fault, he's just not obvious with his hints). that's why he decides to confess on a random day of school while sitting next to you in english class.

"I like you. Are you dense?" something like that or also,

"Ilikeyou."

"Sorry, I didn't follow. What did you say?"

"Oh god." sighs out in annoyance, "Ilikeyou."

WHILE DATING.

while dating? oh boy, it's so awkward between the two of you — unless you're the social type of girlfriend. someone who doesn't shy away from opening up a one-sided conversation.

but on the other hand, you may have been friends before or even best friends yet it will be awkward (for him) since he doesn't know how to act. you're most likely his first girlfriend and he does not know what he should do to be a good boyfriend.

not even the videos he watched helped him but that's fine, you're here with him. you either go in together without having prior experience and learn together. or you are already experienced and guide him through the relationship.

it doesn't take long until you've grown a lot closer which leads to a lot of dates like you watching his matches, going out after club, various activities during picnics like soccer or sports in general and also playing horror games together.

rin is the type to not show much affection or interest yet he tries and you can always see his effort.

something like — sweet messages as soon as you wake up, running up to you whenever he sees you walking at the front, bringing you drinks during the short drinks, walk you home despite living in different directions.

lots and lots of study dates because he needs help in most of the subjects. after all, he has to pass all the exams or he can't play soccer in the club anymore.

sometimes he dozes off and sleeps soundly, showing his rather vulnerable side — if you're in public he would lean against you, either placing his head over your head or your shoulder, depending your height.

oh god the day you meet his parents? you're hella nervous but he reassures you quietly by holding your hand the whole time and confirms you're the one for him. his parents are quite pleased with you being his girlfriend!

the day he meets your parents? also nervous but not as nervous as you of course. he plays it off coolly, well he tries to play it off but it's not easy when your parents are kind of different than his. yet he tells them straight something like, "I want to marry her."

all in all? pretty cute, 7/10 because he doesn't have a lot of time (playing soccer 24/7). still, he tries to make up for that!

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

[bookishdreamer28]

What it feels like

Mattheo Riddle x reader ♡

"Well look who it is. The little pixie of Hogwarts." I stopped in my tracks and sighed deeply. Not again. Not another day of hearing his annoying voice. His beautiful but annoying voice.

"Don't you have better things to do Riddle?" I asked him bluntly.

"Oh I definitely have but there's something funny bout you getting mad over my" he pushed his hair back "charms."

I almost laughed at how stupid he is.

"Charms? Oh don't make me laught this much Riddle it's too early for jokes. Especially your lame ones." I turned around and left for the potion class. Stupid Mattheo, with his stupid face and his ridiculously stupid but pretty smile. I hated the fact that I've been crushing on him for months.

___

Is he doing it on purpose? Has he made a bet? A deal? I tried to scrub of the very shiny glitter of my uniform but it was pointless. I happened to have to sit next to him in the class. If things were different, I would have been over the moon to be him but once he showed his true colors, the only thing he does is getting on my nerves.

"I hate him. I hate him so much." I mumbled under my breath and I threw away the scrubber and walked in the Ravenclaw common room.

"You're ok? I heard what happened in class." A friend of mine came up to me.

"No! It's never ok when stupid Riddle is in the middle of everything!" I angrily replied but then tried to calm down. "Sorry for exploding like this."

My friend smiled gently. "No worries. I know he bothers you a lot. Slytherins are not known for their "kindness"." She laughed and I smiled nodding.

"Anyway, I'll head upstairs. I'll talk to you later." I hugged her and went to our room, trying to asleep without thinking about his damn eyes, hair, hands. His damn everything.

I rolled over and hugged my pillow as I cursed to myself, knowing I was doomed.

___

Hogsmeade has always been my fave place in Hogwarts. It is the place where I can freely explore, try new things, get away from the chaotic and hectic school life which nonetheless, I have come to love either way. It's pure magic.

I was about leave Honeydukes when I pumped into a hard chest.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Next time try walk with your eyes open, pixie." Oh no. Just when I thought that I was having a good day.

"Riddle." I groaned.

"In flesh." He smirked.

"I don't have time for this." I walked passed him but he didn't let me go as he grabbed my wrist. Gently.

"You're leaving this early? Just when fun was about to begin? Come on sweetheart, I missed your company."

"We literally were together in class just before we headed outside."

"That's still took long for me." He blurted and I eyed him suspiciously. Like he was trying to trick me or something.

"I'm not your little plaything Riddle. To torture everytime you feel like it!" I freed my wrist from his grasp.

He frowned. "I never said that. You know that I'm only tea-"

"But your actions says otherwise." I took a step back and left him standing there with his friends.

"Seriously though, when will you stop with your teasing and say how you feel? You know she doesn't like-" Theo said.

"And how you know what she likes?" He sharply turned to look at his friend.

"I'm just saying-"

"Don't say a thing." He added and went inside the store, as he tried to get distrac himself by anything just to stop thinking about you.

___

I whimpered as I tried to get up but my leg was in an awful condition. Playing Quidditch was something I absolutely loved and hated at the same time. Loved because it was fun to fly around with broom and being with friends, but hated because only one person could ruin everything, including the game and he just did that. Mattheo had to come all the way to me with force and throw me from my broom. Just great. A strained angle and a sore body was exactly what I needed now.

"You're ok?! I got you, don't worry." Fred Weasley was right next to me, as he slowly and carefully placed his arms on my back and under my legs to lift me up. He has been there for me since I joined Hogwarts and he's a great friend. The same goes for his brother George too.

I whined at the movement.

"Thank you." I looked up at him. He smiled and looked down at me.

"No problem sweet girl. I was so worried when I watched hit the ground like this. I swear when I catch Riddle shove his damn broom all the way up his-"

"You got a big mouth for someone who lost yesterday Weasley." He comes the jerk himself.

"As if I care about that now. You could've harm worse if she was any higher you jerk!" Fred was fuming.

Mattheo clenched his hand and his face had turned dark. His expression was so cold, that made somehow scared of him for the first time. It's like he wasn't himself.

"It's a game. There's competition and these things happen in the field-"

"You mean things like ready to kill someone?!" Fred almost yelled.

"Fred, please let's just leave." I whispered close to his ear.

"Shit I'm sorry love. I'll get you straight to thw infirmary." Fred started walking again and as we passed by Mattheo I caught his stare on me. He looked worried for a moment but it immediately turned into an anger, and he strode through the corridors to leave. But I kept staring at him till he disappeared behind the corner of the wall.

...

It was night when I finally returned to my room, and laid back on the bed carefully, because too much movement made my body hurt. With the potions I got, I definitely felt better but I still needed recovery. When I rolled to my side to sleep, my eyes fell on a small envelope, and a small bouquet of flowers next to it and a small bottle of a red liquid. I grabbed the envelope and opened it, smiling as I read the letter.

~ Hey, I hope you're ok. I'm so sorry about what happened I'm- I just hope you'll recover fast and have you back on the field to kick asses. Like you always do. The small bottle you'll find along with the letter and the flowers, is for not feeling any pain. It'll help you recover fast.

With love ~

Fred must've left it. He was so caring and everything but I never made any thoughts of being anything more than friends. Even though he's boyfriend material for sure.

I closed my eyes as I fell into a nice sleep, dreaming about only one person.

___

It's been days since my accident in Quidditch and through these days I noticed how little I've seen Mattheo. Not that it boyhered me, quite the opposite actually. But it was like he wasn't being his usual annoying self. Well, I shouldn't care.

As I was heading to Transfiguration class, my eyes fell on Mattheo for the first time after days and felt my breath caught in my throat. He looked...drained. Exhausted and sad at the same time but all these went away for a moment when his eyes fell on me. There was longing in his eyes. He looked at the same I way I've been doing for months now secretly.

We just stood there, looking at each other.

He looked like he wanted to come to where I was standing and talk to me but all he did was grab his bag and walk passed me like I wasn't there.

I frowned and turned around to take one more look at him. What is up with him? And why do I care all of a sudden?!

___

"Wake up sleepy head! It's snowing!" My friend exclaimed excitedly and I hummed not really being in the mood to wake up yet.

"I'm heading to The Trree Broomsticks so if you ever decided to leave bed, you gon find me there." She blew me a kiss and left.

After an hour passed I was already making my way to the front door of Hogwarts when Enzo stopped me.

"Hey Y/N." His smile was warm, unlike someone's. Even though they're friends, I still try to understand how they got along from the beginning.

"Hey Enzo." I smiled back.

"So...how are you?" I raised a brow.

"Why are you being weird?!"

"Weird? Weird how? I'm only asking because I care." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah...anyway, I'm fine, since you asked." I smiled cheekily at him and he chuckled. To be honest he wasn't bad. I think he was the only from the slytherin team that was noce and calm. And a good friend.

"Am I interrupting something Enzo?" Mattheo came out of nowhere which startled me.

"Dude, what exactly are you? A vampire?!" Enzo said. Mattheo stayed quiet which was creepier. Enzo coughed and moved a bit away from my side.

"Come on, let's get going the others are waiting." Mattheo said and started walking away. Enzo gave me an apologetic smile and went to follow him. I stared at Mattheo for bit more, now fully realizing that he didn't even spared a glance at me. He didn't teased me. Nor he said all these stupid things about my hair or outfit or just say anything mean in general. I felt my heart heavy. I should be happy that now I wasn't his target, but for some odd reason...I want him to at least talk to me. Say anything.

___

I breathed in the fresh air up on the astronomy tower, and stared ahead where the view wad undeniably majestic. This place calmed me. There's something about the stars, the sky and the quirt up here that makes me want to stay for hours and hours.

Suddenly the door of the tower opened and revealed the last person I expected to see here. Mattheo stopped in his tracks for a moment and stared at me, but then it was like returned back to reality and closed the door so he can sit at corner away from the spot I was sitting.

I looked down at my lap, not being able to even look at him now. My heart was beating fast and I felt so stupid for letting him have this kind of effect on me.

I turned my head on his directions and admired the side of his profile. He looked conflicted and yet...at peace.

"Do I have something on my face, pixie?" This nickname. This nickname that I thought I hated but after I didn't hear him calling me that for days I admit that I missed it. I missed the way he calls me that.

"Um nope. No. Just..whatever." I murmured and stood from the ground. I leaned my elbows on the railings and stared ahead again. I could feel his state on me but I didn't dare look.

"Are you ok?" He suddenly asked.

"What-"

"I haven't had the chance to ask you myself after the accident and...I just want to know." He breathed out.

"I'm fine. I had a fast recovery and it's all thanks to Fred and the potion he gave me. It worked wonders after I left the infirmary." I added.

"Fred? What does Weasley had to do with anything?" He stood up.

"What? He helped me you know. He was there for mw to-"

"Fucking Weasley always getting in the way I see." He traveled his hand through his soft curls and I only stared.

"I don't you sometimes. You're treating me like shit, then you pretend you care, then you get made for no reason at all-"

"Oh I have a lot of reasons to go mad sweetheart." His voice rasped and he took a few steps closer to me. I chuckled in disbelief.

"This is ridiculous." I shook my head and wrnt to leave, but his hand around my arm stopped me.

"You know what's actually ridiculous?" He brought me closer to him. "That I had to spent days avoiding you just to stop myself for looking for you in every corner of this damn school. That I spent hours making this damn potion with the help of Mrs. Pomfrey because I had no idea what to do but I was desperate and wanted you to be healthy again. That I got upset whenever my friends had the chance to talk to you and make you smile in a way I couldn't. That I was a fucking coward for never picking up the courage to follow what my heart wants without putting any other obstacles in fron of me just to not make a fool of myself. Because in all fucking honesty, I'm not deserving of you." His breath was heavy as well as mine, an inch away from our lips touching and my body shook like I was about explode into fireworks.

"Mattheo, what- you were the one who wrote me this letter? And the potion?! why now? Why are you telling me all this now?"

"I realized that no matter what I do, no matter where I go and no matter how many times I'll try to deny it, my heart will only call your name. At first I had no idea what it was that I was feeling or why. But when I knew for sure, I stopped feeling scared to let this feeling consume. Let you consume me." His hand reluctantly reached for my face but stopped midair, like he was expecting for my ok. I carefully grabbed it myself and let it rest on my cheek. His hand was shaking a bit and he looked breathless for a moment.

"All this teasing. Was..."

"The only way I could express my...Love. I know that I was being a jerk and I can't begin to explain how I feel like I want a hole to open now and swallow me hole for even making you feel sad, eben for a second. But you if you want me just as much as I do, then I'm all yours."He admitted.

"I can't believe this happening right now." I whispered. He smiled slightly "Me neither." He rested his forehead on mine.

"I just want to stay like this for an eternity. With you, only with you like this." He mumbled and felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't stand it. Couldn't help it. I wrapped mt arms around his neck and joined our lips into a kiss that almost brought us both to our knees.

"Oh my goodness." He murmured against my lips and kissed me fiercely. His arms found place on my waist and he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

We pulled apart for a moment just to make sure that this was real. That me and him were here together, kissing each other.

"You're like painting that came to life." He stared at me in awe. My cheeks flushed with color and I rested my head on his shoulder. He grinned and smoothed down my hair.

"You're so adorable. See, that's the reason I call you pixie. You're Hogwarts pretty and adorable fairy."

"Mattheo, I can't believe you're actually this sappy." He pecked my nose.

"Only with you. No one gets to see me like this."

"Like what?"

"Like a love struck loser whose in love with the girl of his dreams." He leaned closer to kiss my forehead. I giggled and then realized that he was still carrying me.

"Mattheo you can let me down now-"

"Nope. I love having you in arms. I've been dreaming of this for months let me cherish it." He kissed me again and I grinned in the kiss.

"I love you. So so so so so much." He was llacing kissed all over my face and I laughed.

"I can't believe you're saying these words. But just to let you know, I love you, Mattheo." We both grinned at each other and he hugged me tight, not wanting to let go. Ever again.

So this is what it feels like being in love and to be loved.

I must say I'm proud of this one!! Hope you enjoyed reading 🙌

[peoplesprincess111]

jealous amore? | T.N

a theodore nott one-shot

Warnings: smut +18 mdni, oral (fem receiver) Synopsis: You are at Theo´s house for the summer vacation, but the sudden visit of his friends makes you a little jealous. Author's note: I really like this one, I hope you do too!

I was invited by Theo to spend summer vacation at his house, well, his mansion. All four years we have been dating, his family has always been lovely. Since the day I met them, I fell part of the family and they gave me unconditional support, a fact I could not be more grateful for. But this time, Theo´s parents went on a little cute trip on their own, so we were left alone until the doorbell rang.

“I´m coming!” I yelled at my boyfriend since he was taking a shower. When I reached the door and opened it, the whole Slytherin friend group was there. I stood in shock, I didn´t know they were invited… “Hey!” they all said at the same time.

Don´t get me wrong, I loved them. As Theo´s family, they´ve always treated me so nicely and actually acted sometimes as if they were my friends. But it annoyed me the fact that Theodore hasn´t told me anything about this.

“So where´s Theo?” Blaise asked me. “Uumm… he´s showering, I don´t think he´ll take longer.” And as soon as I finished speaking, a freshly showered Theo came down the stairs with the biggest smile on his face. I knew the last time they have all been together was at the beginning of summer when they met at the Diagon Alley, at the beginning of summer, so it was obvious that he was going to be excited to see his friends.

Theo went up the whole group, saying hi and fist bumping with each one of them, accompanied by a “wassup”. When he finished, he told them to put their things in their rooms and to meet in the kitchen around half an hour later.

I turned around and said to him, “Why didn´t you tell me your friends were coming?” “I´m sorry, amore, I forgot. You know my parents won´t be around these next days, and since I haven´t seen them in a long time, I thought it was a good idea to invite them over. I hope it doesn´t bother you.” And he stared at my eyes, looking for an answer to his question whether I did or did not care. The boys didn´t bother me, so I shook my head, even tho I really was hoping to spend some days alone with my boyfriend.

The days went by, and I barely spent time alone with Theo. The boys and he made various plans: playing Quidditch, card games, talking about “boy topics”... And even tho they tried to integrate me, I just kept feeling awkward. So I moved to plan B: spend time by myself.

During those days, I discovered hidden places in the mansion, and I walked through the beautiful gardens. But mostly, I read, I read so much. I´ve always known that Mrs.Nott was a huge reading fan, and because of that, she had the biggest library I´ve ever seen. Entire walls clad in high bookshelves filled with books that you could only reach with a staircase. Theo´s mother always let me read and spend as much time as I wanted inside her dear library, so I took advantage of it.

Just another day, I found myself climbing one of those staircases, hunting for my next read. Suddenly, a voice behind me caused me to jump. “Cara mia, what are you doing here alone?” I turned just so I could look at him, standing behind me, but I turned back to my task. “I didn´t want to bother, so I came here looking for my next read. It´s also cooler than outside.” “Amore, you are never a bother.”

I finally turned completely around, finding him at the foot of the staircase wearing his grey sweatpants and a loose white shirt. The simple outfit, somehow, made him look so damn hot. “We all know I have no place in your group, so even though I really do appreciate your sympathy, I don't want to be a hanger-on,” I said as I went down some steps.

When our eyes were at the same, even tho I wasn’t on the ground yet, he gently grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. “I missed you so much these days, I felt you so distant,” Theo said, breaking the kiss. “It was actually your fault since you preferred spending time with the boys instead of me,” I said, sounding a little annoyed, even though we both knew it was just my jealousy showing up.

“Oh, principessa, don´t be jealous of the boys,” he said mischievously and kissed me again, more passionately this time. Both of his hands met each other at the back of my head, intertwining his fingers with my hair and pulling me closer. His kisses slowly started to go down my neck.

I didn´t say a word as I drowned myself in the feeling os his lips. His hands slowly went down to my waist, where he gripped and pinched a little, making me gasp as I threw my head backwards. 

My hands, which were on his shoulders, went down to his ass, where I gave a firm grip, making him groan at the sudden feeling. But not long after, I felt him make the same movement as mine did, making me moan quietly, arching my back. Theo pulled his lips back to mine. “Amore, please let me make up for these days.” “Shit… Please, Theo…”

Immediately afterwards, he lowered himself until he was at the same height as my wet and sore core. In Sumer, due to the heat, I enjoyed wearing skirts and dresses, which Theo appreciated at this moment. He just had to lift it a little to be under it and start pulling my underwear to the side as he kissed my inner thigh.

I managed to reach his head under my skirt, so I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it closer to me. “Calmati,” he whispered in Italian. It was then that I felt his fingers spread my folds and started sucking on my sensitive bud. Stimulating all possible areas, I felt two of his fingers tease my entrance and curve once they were inside of me. “Fuck Theo, please!” I moaned, trying to pull him closer by pulling my head backwards.

Theo´s mouth was capable of making me touch the fucking stars. Adding the fingers was equivalent to reaching the goddamn angels. But taking into account that we haven´t had an intimate moment like this in days, I swore to be hugging God himself.

I looked down, and even though I couldn´t see him eating me out, just by imagining it, it turned me on even more. Also, I could see his hand reach his crotch, trying to calm his big erection. Not a word came out of my mouth; I just found it so attractive that he was eating me out, and it got him so worked up.

The familiar knot was starting to get tighter as I knew I was close to cumming, and as if Theo knew, knowing my body better than I did, he fastened the rhythm. I moaned at the faster pace. He already has three fingers doing magic inside of me as his tongue sucked on my clit indescribably. He moaned into me, sending vibrations all over my body.

It didn´t take long for me to finally cum all over his digits. Licking his fingers, he came out from under my skirts, with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and half of his face wet because of me giving me a seductive smirk; I swore I could cum again.

He stood up and gave me a kiss, which I thought would be a soft and gentle “post-sex” kiss, but I couldn´t be more wrong. He cheekily slipped his tongue into my mouth, pulling my hair backwards, making me gasp and look at him. “I´ll never get tired of eating you out. But you owe me one, you weren´t the only needy one these days.”

Yey yey yey new os! Hope you enjoy <3

[hansonebraincell]

A guide for kcd1 who wants to have the full hansry experience: (I'm going to assume y'all played this before or u might get hit with spoilers)

-Annoy Hans at every point, whenever y'all see him out and about, see if there's dialogue available. Keep lots of snaps if u don't use pc since we need to save and reload a lot of times. Better yet, make savior snaps everytime before u go do Hans' quests

- For the pray quest: Show up before dawn to his upper castle and you'll have bonus dialogue. Do not go wonder about when he's talking and riding towards the camp.

Depending on the time u choose to start the quest, the dialogues changes in the camp. If u meet him just after the sun rises, you'll skip the spending the night in the camp. So u may do that and reload after seeing the dialogues.

When u reach the camp, start talking to Hans from top to bottom. If u choose any of the bottom 2 questions, u can't go back to the other 2 questions.

Wake before the dark and try to wake up Hans. After they talk, sleep till 7 am and you'll procced with the hunt hare competition. You can hunt alone or follow Hans to see how he does. He'll comment on things. Instead of waiting for Hans in the camp after hunting, come to the camp in the afternoon so you'll have to spend another night in the camp. Henry and Hans will talk more.

Do the rest of the chores as u like. If you grind before this quest a bit and buy a cheap horse then some things change. So u can reload and do this quest twice to see how things go.

-Capon's Champion: I know this starts after next to godliness so don't sign up for any tourney before u do the bath house quest.

It doesn't matter if u lose or win, u won't lose reputation. U might keep trying until u win to have a reward from him.

-Next to Godliness: Start this after finding Reeky for most additional dialogues. If you do some side quests, it's even better since they can talk about it. Instead of joining him after dusk, follow him to the bathhouse and annoy him.

Henry can join or refuse to join Hans in the bath. He can even join the bath in full clothes. Reload to see all options. Here u can steal hans things if u want but he will be running half naked for the most gameplay lmao. Finish this before morning or you'll fail the quest.

-Clothes Makes the man: It will activate after 'all that gilsters' quest so don't rush off into the main quest before finishing this one.

This one directly leads to the robber Baron quest. Ur quest marker will say talk to Bernard but don't forget to talk to Hans before that and in the camp. There's some profound conversations there that can easily be missed. And it has 2 endings i think, depending on that Hans dialogue changes.

-Night Raid: This quest can go in 2 possible ways. So for most of the lore, do it twice. First, as Henry run straight into the castle for the alarm to be heard. Then Hans will save Henry. Play this until you reach the seige cus there's dialogue about night raid there.

Reload again. Now play as the game wants u to.

-Hans dlc: Well there will be lots of reloading so have enough snaps. After every chore he gives Henry and says to wait suppose, a day or two, keep trying to talk to him. There's some hilarious dialogues.

You can tell Karolina u were the secret admirer/snitch on Hans/kill Karolina/kill her father/botch the mission/successfully do the mission. Reload back and forth to have the full experience.

This is it, I guess. I will add more if i find something new.

[sulumuns-dootah]

When I started the game, the quiz had me matched w Beel and at first I'm ok he's hot, sure, but now... that's scary accurate :D

I'm going insane under the cut, so enter at ur own risk ^^

As someone who also has ADHD, I actually love how it actually is portrayed in the character unlike in the rest of kings. Yes, it's overexaggerated, but to be fair, Beel doesn't really need to worry about masking and societal norms.

Imagine Bael getting him adderall so he'll finally focus on his paperwork, but insted of that he'll come back to a completely reorganised and rearranged office with the whole receipt/complaint pile seemingly untouched (it actually is now sorted by type, alphabetically and chronologically, but still carefully stacked to make it look like nothing happened with it)

Like we can see it whenever someone is yelling at him or is upset and he just ignores their emotions.

Tbfh Beel is the dream to someone as chaotic by nature as him. He doesn't adhere to any laws of nature (so he's also rly fun to write for) and he can to whatever he wants to do.

Oh and here's a really cute thing he does that I need more ppl to know:

Another thing I will screm abt at the top of my lungs is this one post from Jaz bc that is such an amazing analysis and all those things are canon to me now.

One thing that kinda annoys me more abt PB is the fact that we have no lore abt him :( Like, why does he hate injections? His butt card doesn't elaborate on it further :/

Technically, could also Beel go to heaven? In Lucifer's event it said that only if you ahve wings, you can be in heaven (though, Dantalian and his frequent visits >.>). So Beel can either be there as his flies or he can technically just levitate above the clouds and get off on technicallity.

Noww I wanna talk abt NSFW Beel ^^

This man is a switch. We all know him from the game as a dom, but omg we need moore of him as a sub. In the beginning he's literally like Sylus in that one card, but once you've been teasing him long enough, he'll be the whiniest bottom imaginable :P

Also there's this one hentai that has a really hot gangbang part where all holes are filled so some guy fucks the girl's knee and idk that's really hot and I need to do that w Beel and his clones

To finish off, here are some Beel-coded memes

[littleyellowtangerine]

Steddie Soulmate AU where you feel your soulmates pain but it's King Steve who finds out Eddie is his soulmate and immediately adopts him even though he doesn't really care about him in any particular way.

Like, Imagine Steve's friends are being mean on the hallway and Eddie gets all vocal about it even though he knows he shouldn't because Tommy has a really short temper and he is out to get him but he still does and Tommy punches him and Steve, who usually stays on the sides ready to stop his friend if he gets too far, immediately winces in pain in the exact same place Tommy had landed the hit.

Steve without thinking stops Tommy and tells him to not mess with Eddie again.

Eddie, who sort of has a crush on the guy because he is HOT but also a very poorly opinion of him as an actual person, is a bit in awe but also freaking confused so he scatters while he can. Things just get weirder when Steve appears in front of him and makes him follow him around. Eddie only goes along because he thinks Steve might do something to him if he doesn't, thinking, is this what being bullied by the king is like?

So far they had walked together to their shared chem class, sat beside him and lent him his only pen because Eddie couldn't dare to tell him it was all he had on him to take notes (actually, to draw when he inevitable gets bored).

Even when Eddie bolts as soon as the class is over, Steve shows up in his cafeteria table and sits next to him. He quickly signals his friends to go away in case Steve and his friends are targeting him. But nothing happens, actually, after that Steve seems to follow HIM around, until the classes are over

The whole week goes like that, with Steve either making Eddie go along or following Eddie around. He once makes him sit in his jock's table to everyone's dismay and actually growls at someone when they dare to comment on why the "freak" is sitting with them.

He charms the professor of woodshop to let him stay while Eddie is in there and manages to team up with him in gym, preventing any of the usual bullshit people throw his way, like in dodgeball. Eddie thinks is the first time he hasn't been immediately out in a game.

They don't really talk, Eddie doesn't know what to say and Steve most of the time seems to be bored, looking around more than at Eddie. The most he has said to Steve is "Gotta piss" or "I have calc next" when he looks quizzically at him for taking an unexpected turn in the hallway.

In the little classes they don't share, Eddie's friends fuzz over him like crazy "Is he blackmailing you?" and "If you need help just blink!" but Eddie assures them that so far, nothing has happened.

By Friday, it's time Eddie has to go to Hellfire and that's when he decides to put an end to this because there's no way he will expose his sheepies to any sort of funny business Steve might be up to.

"Ok, this is getting creepy Harrington, what's up with you?"

Steve just blinks at him like it's obvious. And also like it annoys him to be here talking with Eddie.

"We're soulmates" he says finally, clearly seeing in Eddie's face that it wasn't obvious at all.

"W-what?" Eddie hurries them to a more secluded hallway, trying his hardest to not turn fully red.

Steve simply pinches himself and Eddie feels the immediate pain in his own arm "Shit" he says in a breath.

And the whole world turns around because well, his soulmate is fucking Steve Harrington and because the following around made more sense now. Instead of messing with him, he was probably making sure his friends didn't hurt him (and by extension himself) more. He looked a tiny bit like a lost puppy; Eddie's brain provides but pushes the thought back.

"Shit, indeed" Steve says in a really resigned way.

And that sobers Eddie up, because yes, Steve Harrington is a literal wet dream for him. But he is an asshole. He tells him that much, gaining a very flabbergasted expression out of him. Like it's incredible to him that someone doesn't thing he is the best man to ever laid foot on earth. Eddie is fine with that, he doesn't need (want) a soulmate that talks about him like an inconvenience, thank you very much.

"Well, now that we clarified that, I guess take care" Eddie pats him on the shoulder and turns to go. He doesn't want to deal with whatever bullshit Steve might throw around, maybe make sure Eddie doesn't go around announcing they are soulmates or knock his teeth straight out for daring to be his soulmate instead of a babe.

But he can't even get a foot away before Steve is stopping him by his arm.

He is looking anywhere but at Eddie, like he is trying to understand what it's going on "That's all?" he asks and Eddie is the one confused now "That's all you have to say?" he reproaches, an angry frown forming on his face.

"What else is there to say?" Eddie actually asks because he can't imagine what Steve wants out of this situation.

"But, but we are soulmates" he says, like he is hurting. And oh.

Eddie isn't above putting a jock in his place with his words, more now that he knows Steve is not going to mess with him by how important this soulmate thing seems to be for the jock. He would relish on the opportunity to get back for everything Steve and his friends had put any nerd, weird and freak through in this town. It would go down on the books.

But the way Steve is actually looking like a kicked puppy now prevents him for saying any of his more murderous words. Taming his wildest and boldest opinions about the king.

Instead, he exhales and steps closer to Steve.

"Look, I don't know what you expect of it, like we would suddenly be best friends and ride into the rainbow together or some shit, but being soulmates doesn't magically make me smitten with you, Harrington"

Steve seems to wince at his words but it's hard to say with the stern expression he has on his face.

"What I said still stands, you are an asshole and I don't want anything to do with you, so, I promise I´ll try not to inconvenience you with any pain and I hope you try to do the same" Eddie lays it out, it's honestly the best he can do without out right putting venom in his choice of wording.

Steve seems to mull the words over. Eddie waits a beat for any acknowledgement but when he doesn't get one, he makes his way to Hellfire again.

"What can I do?" He calls at Eddie when he is halfway to the theater’s room. Eddie turning with another confused look "What can I do then, to like, not be an asshole?" he repeats, a weird mix of confidence but also unsureness in his words, like he made a decision but doesn't know if what he is saying is the correct thing.

"I mean..." Eddie thinks it over, dumbfound, like he knows his answer to this is important but also can't get over the fact that Steve Harrington is asking him about it "stop harassing people because they are or look different" he says it like his voice is ten miles away from him, like it was the first thing to come to his mind when thinking what a decent person is like.

Steve nods like it´s done, that simple.

"And" he elongates the syllable, tantalizing if Steve is really hearing all he has to say. When Steve keeps looking at him, the green light turns on in his mind "actually say something when your friends try shit like that, you know what, get better friends, the ones you have are quite horrible people" the words rushing through his mouth, without thinking he is getting close to Steve again "Get off your throne and stop thinking you're better than everyone else just because you have money, throw parties and worse of all, ace sports" Steve is looking at him a bit bewildered, like he didn't expect Eddie to have all these opinions of him at all. Eddie still sees the hint of a smile at that last jab "Don't assume what anyone else has going on on their lives and make jokes about it, quit throwing slurs at people like they are fucking candy, listen when other people are talking and take their opinions into consideration, you don't know it all" Eddie is actually going out of breath, his eyes wild going over inside his mind to find if he is missing any important bits. There´s like a ton else he could say but it's a good beginning.

"Anything else?" Steve asks, chuckling but not in a malicious way, he looks like he filed all of his words to examine in the future.

"Have fucking empathy, dude and like, be responsible of your actions for once" Eddie shakes his head exasperated, like it really took a toll on him to say all these things. Steve seems struck by that last one but still clears his throat and nods it over "Ok" he answers "Thanks" and he turns around and goes away.

[glxzsyy-n1vana]

tokyo revengers characters in a relationship 

Characters: Nahoya Kawata(smiley), draken, Baji, Mikey, kazutora 

summary: how some of the tokyo revengers boys would act in a relationship

Nahoya: 

nahoya brings intensity, spontaneity, and a sense of reckless fun into the relationship. He’s not the type to plan candlelit dinners but he will drag you on a midnight motorcycle ride just because he “felt like seeing stars with you.” Expect a lot of unfiltered laughter, play-fighting, and unorthodox romantic gestures 

Despite his nickname and smiley demeanor, he's fiercely protective of those he loves— especially with you. He won't hover or control you, but the moment someone disrespects you or crosses a line? That grin will twist into something far more dangerous, and he won't hesitate to step in. 

Smiley doesn't sugarcoat anything, which can be both refreshing and annoying, if something's wrong, he’ll say it. No games and no silent treatment. He expects the same kind of honesty from you too, and while he might tease you to death, he does listen when it matters

Despite his wild exterior, Smiley had a strong emotional intelligence. He can read moods well (especially yours), and even if he acts like he's brushing things off, he pays attention. When you're upset, he’ll probably crack a dumb joke at first then once you're calmer, he’ll talk you through it with surprising insight

Once you're his, you're really his. Smiley isn't interested in half-assing things. He doesn't fall easily but once he does, he’s all in. Loyal and proud to be by your side, and always fighting to keep you safe —- emotionally and physically 

He will drag you into his twin brother’s life. Expect family dinners, deep talks about balance and loyalty and being part of the Kawata twin chaos. Angry becomes like a brother-in-law the second you and Nahoya get serious

Draken:

Draken is fiercely loyal. Once he's committed to you that's it; no doubts and no one else. He's the type of man who shows up for you constantly, even if he doesn’t always say the perfect words. He’d never cheat, ghost, or make you question where you stand with him. His love is steady, like something you can build your life on.

He’s naturally protective, but not overbearing. If someone makes you uncomfortable, he’ll be watching closely—ready to step in if needed. Still, he trusts you and gives you space. He doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile—he treats you like you’re his equal who deserves to be respected.

Draken isn’t flashy with affection. He’s more about the quiet, intimate things: resting his hand on the small of your back, offering you his jacket, checking in on you without making a big deal out of it. He won’t always say “I love you,” but he shows it—in the way he listens, the way he defends you, and the way he always makes sure you’re safe before thinking about himself.

Compared to most of the boys around him, Draken is unusually mature. He’s emotionally intelligent and doesn’t run from tough conversations. If there’s a fight between you two, he won’t storm off or say things he doesn’t mean—he’ll sit down and try to work through it. He believes in strong communication and mutual respect.

He acts all tough, but he lowkey likes domestic things. He’d help you cook dinner, remember to check your tires, offer to do your laundry if you’re stressed. He values the feeling of “home,” and if he sees that in you, he’ll protect it with everything he has.

He can look cold and hard to the world—but he’s a total softie with you. He lets you see the parts of him no one else does. That quiet vulnerability, that hint of sadness he never talks about, the pressure of leadership—he shares it all with you when you’ve earned his trust.

Baji:

Baji doesn’t do anything halfway—including love. If he’s yours, he’s yours, and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. He might not say “I love you” every day, but it’ll be in the way he grabs your hand before a fight, in how he instinctively shields you in a crowd, or how he’ll throw himself into danger without thinking twice—just to make sure you’re okay.

Let’s be honest—Baji can be a lot. He’s impulsive, sharp-tongued, and quick to anger, especially when it comes to people messing with what he cares about. But with you, he’s different. He still curses too much, still forgets to text back, but his energy softens. He watches your reactions when you talk, picks up your favorite snacks even if he acts like it’s no big deal, and lets you tug on his hair even though he complains every time.

He’s got a pack mentality. His loyalty to Toman and Chifuyu runs deep—and so does the loyalty he feels for you. If someone disrespects you, you’ll barely have time to blink before he’s stepping in, teeth bared, fearless. But he’s not controlling; he respects your strength. He just wants to make sure nothing touches you—ever.

Baji loves to mess with you. He’s the kind of boyfriend who’ll steal your food just to hear you complain, then hand-feed you the rest with a smug look on his face. He’ll call you annoying with that shit-eating grin, but his hand’s already pulling you closer. Sarcasm is his love language, and so are forehead flicks and sneaky kisses when you least expect them.

Baji’s not the easiest to get close to emotionally. He carries guilt, pride, and a strong sense of duty, and he hates feeling vulnerable. But when he opens up? It’s raw, honest, and intense. He doesn’t lie, doesn’t fake affection. If he lets you in, he’s all in. And he’ll expect the same kind of ride-or-die energy from you.

You’d be one of the few people who truly sees him—not just the fighter, the chaos, or the loyalty to Toman. You’d see the guy who genuinely cares. Who’d stop in the middle of a brawl to wipe blood off your cheek, or show up at your door at 2AM because “he couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Mikey:

At first, dating Mikey feels lighthearted. He’s goofy, clingy, and endlessly curious about the smallest things you do. He’ll randomly grab your hand just to swing it between you two. He’ll fall asleep with his head in your lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He loves teasing you, play-fighting, stealing bites of your food—and pretending he didn’t.

Mikey carries a lot. Grief, guilt, responsibility. He puts on a brave face, but underneath, he’s tired and hurting. In a relationship, he struggles to open up emotionally—he might distance himself when things get heavy, or shut down instead of asking for help. He doesn’t want to burden you. It’s not because he doesn’t care. It’s because he cares too much.

Mikey doesn’t just protect you—he claims you. Quietly, but fiercely. You’re his person, and that means he will walk through hell for you. He won’t make a big show of it, but if anyone crosses you? He won’t need to say a word. One look from him is enough.

He’s not big on over-the-top romantic gestures. Mikey’s love shows up in quieter, more intimate ways:

Long motorcycle rides where he doesn’t talk, but squeezes your hand when he feels overwhelmed.

Buying you snacks without asking, because he knows which ones you like.

Saying “Stay,” when you get up to leave, even if he doesn’t say why.

To him, love isn’t about grand speeches—it’s about the fact that you’re still there, even after you’ve seen his worst.

Being with Mikey means navigating his emotional highs and lows. There’ll be days when he’s energetic and golden, joking around and pulling you into his world. And other days, he’ll be quiet, distant, almost unreachable. The mood swings can be hard to handle—but he doesn’t want pity. He just needs someone who sees him, not the leader of Toman, not the broken kid—just Mikey.

When he lets you in, you become one of the few people he trusts with everything. He loves deeply, almost dangerously. If he falls for you, it’s for life. He’ll carry your pain like his own. He’ll remember the smallest things. He’ll smile at you like you’re his only peace in a chaotic world.

Kazutora:

Kazutora has been through hell. Trauma, guilt, loneliness—it all clings to him like smoke. He doesn’t see himself as someone deserving of love, so when you show him real affection, it throws him off completely. At first, he might push you away. Laugh things off. Pretend he doesn’t care. But he does. Desperately.

His emotions run deep—and sometimes dangerously fast. He can be affectionate and gentle one moment, then suddenly withdrawn or irritable the next. He struggles to regulate his moods, especially when he feels vulnerable. But he never lashes out at you with cruelty. If he ever snaps, he’s quick to spiral into guilt and retreat until you reach for him again.

Kazutora wants closeness more than he admits. He craves physical touch—a hand through his hair, fingers laced with his, resting your head on his shoulder. He’ll pretend it doesn’t matter, but when you pull away, his chest feels hollow. He has a deep fear of being left behind, so he keeps his walls up high… until you break through.

He’s not loud about it, but Kazutora is fiercely protective. He watches over you without hovering—reading rooms like a threat, always aware of your comfort. If someone hurts you, he won’t yell or posture. He’ll just go terrifyingly quiet. He has a don’t-touch-what’s-mine look that speaks volumes.

He’s not good with traditional gestures. Don’t expect candlelit dinners or sappy love notes. But he will surprise you with a stolen trinket because “it reminded me of you.” He’ll walk you home even if it’s out of his way. He’ll memorize the sound of your laugh like it’s the only thing worth keeping in this world.

Kazutora is loyal in a way that might scare you a little. Once you’re his, you’re his. No in-between. He’d fight, bleed, burn the world down if it meant protecting you. But he also needs you to remind him he doesn’t have to fight alone anymore. That he can have peace. That he can choose healing—and still be loved.

[pastellaspinkparadise]

Life of The Party

synopsis. Parties were never your thing, they were always so loud and everyone smelled like weed and alcohol. The only reason you came was because your best friend, the guy you've been crushing on since freshman year, was crushing on someone else. You weren't jealous no, you just didn't understand why they liked someone else and not you. Tonight you'll make them see. Just how much life you can really bring to the party. pairing. Bottom! Male Character x Top! Jealous Gender Neutral Reader ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ drinking, alcohol, weed use mentioned, oral (character receiving), drunk sex, degradation, envy, reader is kind of a loner and a asshole, and a YEARNER but still hot nonetheless, character is kind of dumb, and a little inconsiderate, don't worry reader sucks it out of him, character's are in college. Imagine your favs!!

A lot of people thought you were shy and timid. That couldn't be farther from the truth. You were just quiet. You only spoke when spoken to, and not even then sometimes. What people whispered about you didn't matter to you. Not when they were all such surface level individuals to begin with, gossip is the only thing their rotted brains can comprehend.

You really only had one friend, your stupid roommate, who was currently yapping your damn ear off about some party.

"C'mon y/n it's gonna be fun I promise!" He says while stuffing his face with one of the dining hall burgers, his cheeks chubby with food.

Gross, but kinda cute.

"Hell no, you know parties aren't my thing." You say, poking a fork to whatever concoction is on your plate. "Besides you only want to go cause what's their name is going." You roll your eyes.

When he doesn't answer you look up to see him staring behind you, at the person far behind you. The person he could never stop talking about. You turned to look and immediately turned back around.

Speak of the devil. It annoys you how popular this person is, they don't even have to try and everyone just likes them. You scan them with your eyes, their polite demeanor and perfect face makes your skin itch with envy.

Damn poster child. Everyone was nice to them, except for you.

"Hey." You kick his leg which gets his attention. "Are you even listening?"

".....Yes....."

"What was the last thing I said?" You ask, already knowing he doesn't know the answer.

"Uhh something about the party obviously."

You sigh deeply ready to argue until his crush comes up to your table.

"Hey, are you guys coming to my party tonight? It's gonna be awesome, alcohol, music, games, weed, you name it." They say with that tooth rotting smile. It makes you want to hurl.

"I'll be there for sure. Can show ya some of my moves." You best friend says, smirking at his crush.

Jealous isn't the word you'd use, you weren't jealous, just... cautious of this person your idiot of a roommate decided to fall for. Hearing him speak like this to them and not you was setting off a small fit of anger deep inside.

Anger that you'd deal with later.

"I'll take your word for it then." They smile back.

Yuck.

"What about you y/n?" They surprisingly ask. Their eyes slanted down towards you, their face seems indifferent, as if they couldn't care less if you'd say yes or no. But that smirk on their face says something else. "You don't really look like the party type."

You were used to people being a dick to you, that's easy to manage. Anger at least comes with recognition. But indifference doesn't. To be brushed off to the side, to be pitied is the worst thing in the world to you.

"I'm going too." You say confidently, glaring daggers back into their eyes.

"You are?" The two of them say at the same time.

"Yes."

Your best friend looks at you a little weird, like you lost your mind. But you don't care, you've finally had enough of them and their little crush. He'll see just how much fun you can be tonight.

"Well, I'll see you both there then." His crush says and then they walk away.

Your friend asks if you're sure a million times throughout the day.

"Are you sure you're wanna go? I completely get it if you change your mind. No pressure." Your roommate says before leaving your apartment, he sprays on just a bit more of that cologne that you fucking love. You would never admit that to him though.

"Shut up, I said I'm going."

"Alright, just making sure."

The moment you step foot into that house your hit with the smell of weed and you instantly regret it. The music is blasting and their too many bodies around, everything is so overstimulating. Your best friend notices and being the friend they are they drag to some place quieter. The house is huge, no wonder his crush is so damn popular, they're rich.

He drags you to a room with less people, still too many for your liking but less than before. They were playing beer pong. He convinces you to play for a while. At first you didn't want to but you actually weren't bad, making more shots than you missed lead to you guys winning. Although the shots you did miss lead to you drinking some beer, not too much but enough to get you tipsy.

"You like a natural at this, you sure you haven't played before?" Your best friend laughs. God you loved his laugh, it's so goofy but it makes you want to laugh too. You can tell by the tint of pink on his cheeks that he's a little tipsy too.

"Who the fuck plays this shit in their free time?" Your words slur.

"I don't know, you're suspiciously good at this. Been going to parties behind my back?" He playfully shoves you, hand lingering on your shoulder for just a second longer than it should have.

"Fuck no, I'm just a natural like you said." You shove him back, the pads of your fingers graze his toned chest through his shirt.

"Nah, you like to lie sometimes. Don't forget, I know you." He says, staring deeply into your eyes. He thinks he knows you.

But you don't know how much I want you right now.

"Lie? I always tell the truth, unlike you." You stare back, licking your bottom lip as you wait for his response. You can see his breathe hitch from the action.

"And then you lie again." He chuckles. "You're so bad." He clutches onto your leather jacket, feeling the dark material.

"You say that like you're a saint." Emboldened by the liquid courage running through your veins you grab his wrist and pull him closer to you. At first you were afraid you made a mistake when he didn't say anything. When his eyes shot back up to yours, like he was asking for permission, you knew it wasn't a mistake.

"And if I'm not then what does that make you?" His eyes don't leave your lips.

"The devil on your shoulder." You lean in. You senses were no longer overwhelmed, it felt like it was just you and him. "Asking you to kiss me."

And he almost does.

Until his eyes go past you again.

To someone off in the distance.

And then it all comes crashing down.

"I'll be right back." He steps away, out of the room and to the dancefloor. Where his crush is.

You blood begins to boil. Everything starts to feel hot. Your fists clenches as you watch them dance together. After all of that he's just gonna leave to kiss up to some prick with a little bit of cash? It's pissing you off, so much to the point where you need another drink. So you get one, and another. It doesn't make you feel better, but it does give you an idea.

If he wants to party then so be it.

I'll be the life of the party then.

You make your way to them on the dancefloor, you push past many people. Not caring who you bump into nor how hard. When you finally get to them you feel electric, a smug shock of pride courses through you when you turn him around.

"y/n?" His crush says surprised but you don't fucking care.

You smash your lips onto his, kissing him with so much ferocity, possession even. You hear plenty of people gasp and even cheer around you, but you couldn't care less. You were making it known that he is yours and no one else's. You open your eyes and glare at his crush, who doesn't look as uncomfortable as you hoped.

No, they looked...intrigued? But also frustrated, biting their bottom lip as you slid your tongue into your best friend's lips. When you finally break apart you smirk at them.

I win. You mentally say, as if there was a war going on between the two of you.

Little did you know, that wasn't the case at all.

It was your turn to drag your best friend away, and this time to a empty room. Once you find one you push him inside and lock the door.

"W-what was that?" He stutters, obviously flustered from just kissing you. "Why did you kiss me?"

"Are you messing with me or are you just that fucking stupid?" You say, caging him in against the door.

"What?!"

"You must like playing with my emotions huh? Didn't take you to be such a asshole."

"y/n...is this about-" You stop him before he says their name.

"Yes it's about them. I don't know what you see in them that you don't see in me." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"y/n it's not like that...I just..."

"Like them more?" You chuckle. "C'mon baby..."

"B-baby? Y/n are you drunk?" He says shocked but you ignore his concerns.

"Give me one chance, I'll prove you wrong." You kiss him again.

"I'll show you who's better" Again.

"Show you who you really belong with." You kiss the column of his neck and he moans softly. That sound goes straight to your core. You need more. "Just say yes, baby and I'll do it. I'll make you feel so good you won't even be able to stand anymore."

His cheeks burn bright red, this isn't how he expected the night to go. And yet he still says,

"Okay, show me then."

And that's all it takes. You shove off your leather jacket and take off your shirt. His eyes stay glued to your chest but not for long, they close when you kiss him again. You thigh presses up against his crotch and you can feel how hard he is. The whimper that leaves his mouth when you make contact is heavenly.

You take his shirt off to and immediately feel every inch of skin he has exposed as you kiss, lick and suck on his neck. Your teeth sinks into his skin and winces in pain just to moan as you drag your tongue against the spot.

"They can't make you feel this good. They'll come no where near close." You kiss down his chest and across to a nipple, your tongue playing with one as your fingers pinches the other. The cologne he put on earlier invades your system like sweet poison, only stirring you on more.

"y/n!" He cries out in pleasure. "y/n please...I can't..."

"You can either keep whining like a bitch and I'll continue to tease you, or you can be a good boy and tell me what you want." You say so harshly, the alcohol really affecting you now but you can tell he likes it. By the way he bites his lip and how his eyebrows are knitted in pleasure.

He makes the prettiest faces.

"Please...touch me..." He finally says. Your hands work his belt off and soon his pants and underwear too. You smile at the size of his cock, you're roommates you've seen him walk around half naked with his dick print out for you to see. It'd be so wrong if you didn't like him, if you weren't drunk you probably would have thought he walked around like that on purpose.

To make you like him.

You know he said to touch him but you weren't gonna do that. That's too boring for you. Touch isn't enough, you need to taste him. You get on your knees and he looks down confused. Then his face distorts in pleasure again when your lips wrap around his hard length.

"Ohh fuck! y/n your mouth... it feels so goddamn good." He yells, one hand going to your head and the other attaches to something else to brace himself. You steady yourself by grabbing his hips as you fuck your mouth onto him. Your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling right up against that vein.

You moan when he moans which makes him moan even more.

"You're so fucking hot y/n... I was so fucking stupid."

You pull off and jerk off his now soaked sex. His body shivers in pleasure from your pace. "Damn right you were. You've been missing out, could have had this mouth on you from the beginning. Don't worry about it though baby, you're gonna make it up to me later. Aren't ya?"

"Yes! Fuck yes."

You smirk at that answer and go back to sucking him off. His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, but not enough to make you stop. No, you keep going until he's crying out in pleasure. Until he's practically fucking your mouth, chasing his high as he yells out your name.

"y/n I'm gonna...!" He yells but you don't stop until he's done cumming down your throat. His knees are so weak he has to hold on to the door to balance.

"Look at you, all weak in the knees." You smirk.

Cause of me.

"That was... so good..." He can barely speak.

"Let's get of here, go back home, then I can show you good." You stand up and kiss him, the taste of his own cum against his lips. Once you both get dressed you open the door and walk into the hallway to see quite a surprise.

Your best friend's old crush standing next to the doorway, hand touching themselves through their pants with a needy look on their face.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

Looks like reader got it all wrong, as much as you want your best friend, your best friend's crush wants you. What a crazy three way.

pt.2 anyone???

[vampireunderthesunlight]

heyaa i rlly hope this req happens bc i’ve been searching for it *violently* but could you do a y/n who acts all childish but is actually a huge genius, also i originally wanted it to be a dazai x y/n but i hope you could do a ranpo x y/n too if it’s not too much. take your time !! i rlly love your writing and ngl you made me join another fandom 🌝🌝 I love youuuuu 💋💋💋

a/n :thank youuu and sorry it's sooo late I had a lot of stuff to do 🙏 hope this was good, cane out longer than expected!

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so please, im doing my best!

A/n: this is going to be Dazai x reader and I'll write another one for Ranpo, I'll tag you!

You've always found it odd how people seem to trust stupid individuals more than clever and intelligent ones. Maybe, you think, they believe they could not use anything against them because of their lack of brain. However it is, people have the rather foolish habit to tell them everything they ask, without a second thought. When you understood this, everything became easier. You learnt that playing childish is often the best move and it is not, if done widely, stupid. As a detective, it's important to be able to talk to people and gather information, and it's truly surprising how much criminals tell you, even when they know you're the police, if they think you're dumb.

Things are still the same even now, at the Armed Detective Agency.

You remember clearly the first time you've met one of them: a tall guy, blonde long hair tied in a low ponytail and rectangular glasses. He was an odd one. You knew it since the moment he entered the police station and asked for a "assistant detective". You never heard someone asking for something like that, and surely not out of the blue like that. However, they decided that you were the one who should've helped him. Your colleagues knew about you little theatre, but they said nothing to the odd man. While you were on the case, you asked the stupidest questions, and so everyone told you everything. The thing is, one by one every information joined to form what you needed. The blonde man, whose name was Kunikida, seemed rather impressed when you claimed to know the solution, and even more surprised when he found out you actually did. He seemed to understand your game, and he offered you to join the agency. Obviously, you accepted, but no one else there understood your way of working, and you often end up working on cases with Osamu. You suppose it was meant to be a punishment, a way of telling you you weren't of much use, or maybe simply a way to avoid working with that dork and making you do it instead. Usually, you let him solve the cases.

To be fair, that man seems to work like you, and yet he doesn't see your tactics. It annoys you. How could someone so smart be so obvious? Sometimes he even stares at you in astonishment when you ask something that, really, is a little weird. But he should know, by time, that this is the way you work.

Today was no different. You were called for a case, a mass murder. A family was killed and the only survivor was a teenage boy, who was now at the hospital. He was stabbed several times and now has major injuries, so he's blocked in bed. When you reached his room, the nurse was hesitant about letting you in and extremely petulant about the fact that you had to be nice and sweet because the boy was still in shock and didn't know his family died. You assured her you were going to be as soft as you could, but really you knew you weren't exactly going to be. There was something off about this story. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but you knew some piece was missing. Dazai, on the other hand, was strongly convinced that the boy was a victim and would have been of no use but to describe the culprit.

"good morning, John." He says, closing the door behind him as you walk to a chair next to the boy's bed.

The sounds of the medical machines are steady and low, with the rhythmical beeps of the holter monitor that fill the room regularly.

The boy gives him a tired look and says nothing.

You take out some papers from your bag and put them on the side of his bed with a sheepish expression. They're the documents of his family members' murders. Dazai stares at you in confusion and slight concern, as if silently telling you that what you're doing is inhuman even for him. After all, there are photos of the corpses, there. You ignore him and look directly at the boy, your eyes uncertain, giving off the impression that what you did is simply a newbie's mistake.

"So, John..." you say, playing with a paperclip "I don't know if you heard about your family..."

Actually, you have an idea he knows too much about what happened to his family.

He looks at you deadpan, but his hand move to the papers. He gives a fast look at the reports and the photos, and it doesn't surprise you when you notice he doesn't look disgusted, scared or shocked at all, despite all his efforts to look deeply hurt by the sight of his little sister's corpse.

Anyway, you take back the papers.

"do you remember something of that day?" You ask.

He shakes his head.

"a face?"

He shakes his head.

"do you have someone else?"

He shakes his head.

"what's the last thing you remember from that day?"

He stays silent for a few moments, thinking, then says "a dark figure and falling on the ground. I saw the blood on the ground. And my mom's screams. I didn't know what to do, and then the man left the room and I lost consciousness."

The beeps of the holter monitor are still steady and regular, but the boy's breathes are deeper, as if he was trying to keep calm or concentrated.

"what's the last thing you ate that day?"

"what?" He asks, confused.

Dazai looks at you perplexed, too.

You smile softly "what's the last thing you ate? Did you have breakfast?"

He stares at you, then looks at Dazai, then back at you. "Yes, I did. uhm..." He thinks for a while, then continues "a toast. I was hungry. And orange juice."

"I see." You sigh and look at Dazai, get up, walk around the room, take out a candy from your bag, sit back on the chair and hand him the sweet.

The boy starts unwrapping it.

"you know, these cases are pretty boring." You claim.

At that, Dazai snorts and looks at you rather annoyed. "Can you stop trying to make conversation and ask actual questions?"

You shrug, shaking your head a little. "You heard him, he doesn't remember anything."

"I know he said it," he frowns "but he clearly does!" He says irritated.

You smirk.

The beeps from the holter monitor get faster.

Dazai's face drops.

The boy stands still.

The room falls silent.

The wrapping of the candy falls from the boy's fingers, whose eyes are now wide and and whose breathing is now ragged.

Dazai stares at you in shock. "No..." he whisper, his voice incredulous. "How did you-"

You get up from the chair again. "There was something off from the start." You look at the boy. "The angles of the wounds hint that they are self inflicted, and the knife is not one that is usually used by killers, but a mere bread knife. Also, he claimed to remember nothing from that day, but when I asked him what was his last memory he got so invested in inventing one that could be reasonable that he forgot he told me he didn't have any. And there were too many details, as well. Usually, when people get stabbed so many times, they tend to remember things as confused and mainly focus on their pain, not on what is happening outside."

The brunet man stares at you, his amber eyes fixed on yours as he holds his breath. The only thought that keeps getting back in his mind is how foolish he's been, how much he underestimated you. He should have known better. After a seconds that felt like hours, he finally looks away and directs his eyes to the teenager, who is just quietly staring at them.

"you have no proof." He claims.

Dazai shakes his head "no, you're right, we don't. But your father survived. And he will tell us everything."

The boy's face becomes pale at the new.

You look at Dazai with a slight smirk.

"you can confess, and maybe we'll be nicer." He says.

The guy looks between the two of you, as if searching for your help, but he knows he won't find it. He sighs. "Will you, really?"

You nod. "Yes, really." What a big lie.

However, Dazai records as the John starts explaining what happened.

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When you walk out of the room, you look at Dazai in approval. "Really smart, telling him the father was alive. I thought it was gaslighting or something."

He shrugs, then grabs your wrist and takes you aside. He looks at you in the eyes, his dark hair falling softly on his face as he whispers "since when?"

You blink, confused "since when what?"

"since when do you give me hints and make me think I solved the case?" He hisses, though he is not as annoyed as he wants you too think. He secretly likes it. The way you can play with his mind and make him come to the conclusion you want. This odd feeling of being in front of someone who could do anything of him, whenever they want, without him noticing. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his grip on your wrist was getting tighter, and he lets go of you when he realizes.

"well, most of the times, so since a while. But be happy, sometimes I was lazy and you actually solved the case."

He doesn't say anything else. He titles his head to the side and sigh dramatically. "Ah! So now I have to be happy because sometimes you were lazy enough to let me solve the case."

You shrug a little, not really knowing what else to add.

He suddenly claps, making a nurse who was passing by turn around and stare at him. "You're amazing, you know that? Maybe more than Dostoevskij! My my, we should really give you more important cases."

"I agree. " You say nodding.

He laughs and holds your shoulders, smirking. "You know, intelligence suddenly makes you so beautiful." Dazai moves his hand from your shoulder to your cheek, making you smile. Fuck, he loves that smile. He always did, but now it's even better. He feels his heart clenching, and he'd want to hug you and kiss you, but he feels like there are too many people. For once, he doesn't want everyone to see what he's doing.

"they'll give you cases when we get back, but for now we can go somewhere more private I'll give you something else, if you'd like." He whispers, his face a few inches from yours as he leans in with a confident smileand he winks at you.