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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 2 years

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Greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you to much. If you don’t do matchups anymore PLEASE just completely ignore and delete this, please and thank you. May I please have a romantic matchup for dbd? And or a slasher? Whoever works tbh.

I use they/it pronouns and I’m pansexual. My Myers Briggs type is INFJ and Enneagram type is 4. My star sign is Taurus, moon sign is Gemini.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m rather introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, death games, true crime documentaries, poetry, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a "Gorehound". I also like to visit abandoned hospitals and houses just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I get a lot of monikers from friends and family like "discount vomitboyx", "doomer boy", and "Remake of Daria" before. I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start conversing, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

When I finally become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. Most of my humor comes off really insulting, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke if it becomes a problem. Even though I do have a hard time understanding physical social cues.

Lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. Especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, reading and or listening to music ( Motionless in White, Deftones, System of a Down, Slipknot, Rob Zombie,,, sometimes Will Wood, The Front Bottoms, Jazmin Bean or Mother Mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games or reading and talking about Greek mythology or some random documentary I read. I also do acting in my spare time, which I find really fun. My interests tend to be very restricted, and I shut down easily getting into new things.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like autism, GERD, arthritis, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". I have stims where I bite the inside of my cheek, pull my hair, crack or pop my bones, pick at scabs, fidget with my fingers or toy and bounce my leg. I even hiss or squeal when I’m upset. I’ve also been developing a eating disorder. You don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time.

No Problem! I decided to do a Dbd matchup, I hope that's okay! If you want a different one, just message me and I'll re-do it!

I match you with...

Frank from The Legion!

This man loves that you're shorter than him. It makes him feel in powerful and he like that he can lean down to kiss you

If you two met in the real world, the reason he noticed you is because Julie probably brought you up wanting to bully you. He thinks on it for a bit and decides not to after watching you for a bit. You two talk more, and then start dating after a while

If you met in the entity's relm, however, he noticed you because he always sees you by yourself and never with anyone else during trails. He even went to the edge of the camp one time to see if it was just a trail thing, but no, you were alone there too with only a few people you talked too occasionally.

Needless to say, you interested him. He takes the time to not kill you and actually go as far as to talk to you and let you escape.

The two of you have similar music tastes, so he'll let you borrow his stuff from time to time.

You two bounce sarcasm off each other often, and you both love it. His favorite thing to hear after a successful trial is your sarcasm

He also hates kids and annoying people, so the two of you can complain to each other about that. If someone is being especially annoying to you and you complain about it to him, he will ask you if you want him to kill them. If you say yes, bam, they're dead. If you say no, he won't unless they annoy him. Then he'll do it anyways.

If he sees you stimming in a way that might hurt you, he'll gently guide your hands away from that area

If you hiss at him, he might hiss back. Just saying.

Will hang out with you when you're doing your hobbies. Might even try some of them out. If you start talking about Greek mythology, he'll put everything down just to listen to you

He loves talking to you about gruesome things. He’ll take pictures of his “work” and show them to you just to see how you’ll react if he’s told you about the legion.

If the two of you are in the real world, he’ll take you on dates to escape rooms.

#matchups!#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison x you #the legion #the legion x reader #bean writes

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luminousbravery · 2 years

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Greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you to much. May I please have a romantic matchup for Homestuck or Hiveswap? Both of you want, but just whoever fits the bill is fine.

I use he/they pronouns and I’m pansexual. My Myers Briggs type is INFJ and Enneagram type is 4. My star sign is Taurus, moon sign is Gemini.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, reading and or listening to music ( Motionless in White, Deftones, System of a Down, Slipknot, Rob Zombie,,, sometimes Will Wood, The Front Bottoms, Jazmin Bean or Mother Mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games or reading and talking about Greek mythology or some random documentary I read. I also do acting in my spare time, which I find really fun; and I’ve been learning to play guitar. My interests tend to be very restricted, and I shut down easily getting REALLY into new things.

you do get to this, thanks for your time.

you gave me a lot to work with (which is kind of appreciated since some people tend to just give too little or not enough specifics.) i think i'd pair you with:

Dave. I think you two would be able to bond fairly easy. Plus, I feel like you could really help him unwind. He'd totally be into plushies eventually, as well, just give him time.

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #dave strider #homestuck matchup

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campeyourdiems · 2 years

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Greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you to much. May I please have a romantic matchup for camp camp? I notice you guys haven’t had one in awhile so just ignore and delete of you don’t feel like doing it, no pressure. 👍

I use they/it pronouns and I’m pansexual. My Myers Briggs type is INFJ and Enneagram type is 4. My star sign is Taurus, moon sign is Gemini.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m rather introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, death games, true crime documentaries, poetry, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a “Gorehound”. I also like to visit abandoned hospitals and houses just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

you do get to this, thanks for your time.

howdy, :3 i'm really sorry it's taken so long to answer this, we had a lot of mental + physical health issues that came up on top of other things. hopefully by the time i'm answering this you're still at least a little into Camp Camp aha- (has no idea how long it's been)

anyway, onto the matchup. now, this may not be a surprise to you, but I think you'd work pretty well with Daniel.

he'd find your "gorehound" tendencies and "comfort in the discomfort" to be rather interesting, most people he meets tend to be the exact opposite. he'd be happy to accompany you on your visits to abandoned buildings, curious if anything interesting was to be found there or not. i also think he'd be interested in analog horrors and true crime, possibly a few games and slasher movies as well. though he feels like the type to be super critical of horror movies if they're even slightly inaccurate so if that tends to bother you, you might not want to watch movies with him.

unsurprisingly he likely doesn't find you very intimidating, he honestly just finds your whole deal fascinating. if you find yourself intimidated by him, he might try to back off a bit though but we all know how he is about personal space an all that. /lh he doesn't mind that you're not great at starting conversations, he loves to talk when he has the chance.

he'd enjoy the sarcasm and make it known if you've offended him at all, though i feel like that'd be rather hard to do but also...surprisingly easy at times? as a serial killer he's probably been called pretty much everything in the book, but i feel like there may be a few things that are sore spots such as his religion or blonde jokes. he's likely to be more understanding with you though, especially about the social cues- he's no good with those either.

i wouldn't say he's a very sensitive person and we all know how he is with kids, himself. he has times where he's a little less than smart about things, but overall i don't think it should be bad enough to bother you. i like to think he's rather neutral on animals though, but he might prefer cats to other things. your tendency to bottle up your opinions may bother him a bit though, so he may press for you to share them at times. -cough- i do believe he'd find it rather attractive if you're aggressive around him, so do with that information what you will. -cough-

he'd be pretty interested in seeing your drawings if you'd ever want to show him, he's never really had time to hone the skill himself so he finds other people's ability in it pretty neat. i don't think he'd know who any of the artists you listen to are, but he'd be willing to listen. (i really like a lot of them myself and i think he'd like Will Wood, Jazmine Bean, and Mother Mother as well as a few songs from the others. =w=) this man's never touched a video game in his life, but he'd be happy to watch you play or learn how to do so himself. i do think he'd enjoy reading at times when he allows himself the time, and i believe he'd enjoy listening to you talk about whatever you decide to talk about.

i believe he'd find your interest in plushies rather cute, tbh. he understands being touch starved, though he'd never say anything about it, so he wouldn't judge you for it. i don't think he'd care very much about you being a bit of a pyro, as long as you don't do it too close to anything he deems important. he doesn't mind the disassociation and staring at all since he tends to do the same himself.

[skipped over the mentions of being submissive and masochistic cuz idk how old you are =w=; sorry]

i think he's got a lot going on himself, so he can at least somewhat handle being around your illnesses. (personally think he's got autism and anxiety, perhaps some repressed depression) obviously, he's got a thing about popping his own joints but i think he also has a tendency to bite apart his cheeks and pull at his hair in times of stress so he understands it a lot, though he might try to stop you if you're hurting yourself with it. as for the hissing and squealing, it may throw him off a bit at first but it wouldn't be something he's too put off by and he'd get used to it pretty quickly.

sorry if i forgot to go over anything, but i hope you're happy with your result!

#campeyourdiems #m4gg0tgutz #camp campbell #camp camp #camp camp fandom #camp camp fanblog #camp camp x reader #camp camp matchup #cc daniel #camp camp daniel #camp camp daniel x reader #cc daniel x reader #canon x reader #x reader #matchups

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unknownzapy · 2 years

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Greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you to much. May I please have a romantic yandere matchup for hellsing and fnf?

I use they/it pronouns and I’m pansexual. My Myers Briggs type is INFJ and Enneagram type is 4. My star sign is Taurus, moon sign is Gemini.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m rather introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, Tim Burton, death games, true crime documentaries, poetry, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a Gorehound. I also like to visit abandoned hospitals and houses just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I get a lot of monikers from friends and family like \"discount vomitboyx\", \"doomer boy kinnie\", and \"Remake of Daria\" before. I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start conversing, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like autism, GERD, arthritis, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself \"quirky\". I have stims where I bite the inside of my cheek, pull my hair, crack or pop my bones, pick at scabs, fidget with my fingers or toy and bounce my leg. I even hiss or squeal when I’m upset, I’ve punched in a wall before by accident. I’ve also been developing a eating disorder. You don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t do one of them, BUT I hope you enjoy every other character, best friend🖤, sorry that it took so long 😔😔. I also broke my fingies just for you, bestie, or else it’s the damn knee caps for you if you don’t appreciate it 👹.

Trigger Warnings: Yandere tendencies, Kidnapping, Implied Murder + Murder, Implied Child(ren) Death + Child(ren) Death, Detailed Death Threats, Implied Stalking + Stalking, Toxic Mindsets, Exploitation, Abusive Behavior, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Narcissism, Violence, Psychological Abuse, Sadistic behavior, Masochistic behavior, Toxic Communication, Co-dependency, Neglectful behavior, Aggression, Hostility, Harassment, Intimidation, Obsessiveness, Clingy behavior, Controlling behavior, Possessiveness, Favoritism, Stockholm Syndrome, Victimization, Victim Blaming.

Yandere!Monster

Monster is, by all means, an Obsessive and Possessive Yandere.

When he first met you, it was through a Rap Battle against BF during Week 5, where you had to get another set of art supplies and luckily, most customers were watching the Battle go down and you didn’t need to interact with that many people.

When the Battle was done and over with, he went his merry way to get a different victim to munch on and that’s when Monster met you right when you were leaving the exit doors.

He just…stared at you for an awkwardly long time before actually leaving you alone. After that, Monster started to stalk you and kinda makes it obvious- Absolutely loves it that your an introvert because he doesn’t have to hurt you (yet) emotionally just to know your place.

Silently watches you sleep for the time being until he just can’t take it anymore and straight up kidnaps you in the middle of the night, bringing you to the Spooky House with the spooky kids. Monster announced that you were a “new friend for life” for the children…that is assuming that you enjoyed hanging around children.

Before kidnapping you, Monster grew more and more obsessed with you the more he realized you were into pretty bloody and sensitive topics. Stealing your drawings to hang around the Spooky House for the two kids to see and enjoy, though more on the tamer side so he wouldn’t traumatize them. However, knowing Skid and Pump are gullible and curious, they asked you plentiful of questions.

They more they asked, the more you got uncomfortable. Monster, being the monster he was, caught onto this subtle behavior of yours and decided it was better off that the kids were removed murdered from the picture between the of you.

At that point, Monster had lost any and all compassion for the boys, only forming affectionate emotions for you, his sweet darling.

Monster would, expectedly, admit to murdering the children and spreading the unfortunate news to everyone and anyone who were related to them.

Lila would immediately despise him and shun him out of her life after her worst fears came to light when her son went missing for days on end. Monster could honestly care less about the purple woman, all he cares about is you and you only.

I feel like He doesn’t particularly understand modern technology, but He would definitely watch horror films and true crime documentaries with you, only to find himself staring at you long and hard. Who knows if this is puppy love or animalistic lust taking over him, but all he knows is that he wants to be with you and protect you.

And yes, he’ll let you sit on his lap whenever you want.

Monster convinced himself that the two of you were made for each other. He’ll always say something along the lines of, “You belong to me”, “I belong to you”, “I’m yours,” and “You’re mine.”

As stated before, He would let you sit on his lap. I feel like Monster would give tons of physical affection and incredibly attentive to your wants, needs, likes, and dislikes.

Like, if you want cuddles or a hug, he’ll squeeze you close and purr in satisfaction. Monster is a really warm creature, so no worries about being cold.

I doubt Monster needs sleep to survive and he’ll just lay down with you protectively, almost wanting to suffocate you to death because of his brutal nature, but he’ll probably hesitate on doing so.

Whenever you need to go outside by whatever means necessary, you can bet your ass Monster is close behind to keep anyone away from you. Doesn’t care if it’s a friend or a family member, he’s going to literally growl at them like a feral dog, showing no fear on who you belong with.

If you’re taking too long with something, Monster won’t hesitate to pick you up and carry you home, he gets a little fearful of what could happen to you. Thankfully, you enjoy music and would sing for you, not caring if you’re into creepy things at that one.

However, not all things are full of sunshine and rainbows. At first, it was just getting rid of everyone he personally knows about, but for you on the other hand, Monster’s demonic urges finally surfaces after keeping them at bay for who knows how long.

He thought he wouldn’t worry about your own family and friends, only letting you text them and whatnot without actually seeing them face to face, but the more attention you didn’t give to him, the more he wanted to kill you for it.

Monster would immediately start to break any and all devices capable of communication and throw them out, ignoring your requests as to stop. He’ll only interpret you talking with others as a way to escape and pull you away by any means possible.

He’ll threaten you by detailing how he’s going to devouring you and would most definitely take the height advantage (I feel like Monster 6-7 feet).

“Obey the rules, or I’ll slowly tear you apart organ from organ and eat your insides while you’re still alive.”

Monster won’t directly kill you, but the most he’ll inflict are bite marks, scratches, and hovering his mouth wide open above your head as his slobber and blood drip onto you.

If you do break the rules, whether by accident or on purpose, Monster would kidnap whatever living thing that you have an emotional bong with and devour it right in front of you; May it be a close friend, a sibling/parent, or even a pet.

He absolutely adores how you react, but alas, you’ll learn how to love him back. He’s incredibly patient anyways when not prompted to punish you.

Though, when other people look at you the wrong way, flirt with you, or cat call you, Monster is more than willing to take their head and put it on a silver platter for your birthday present. Speaking of presents, Monster brings you not so pleasant gifts on the Holidays, especially on the “anniversary” of your kidnapping.

Just to get it out of the way, He entirely forgets about Boyfriend and Girlfriend, shifting his entire attention to you and you only.

As said before, Monster gifts you with pretty…nasty things. So it’s best to be appreciative instead of nudging it away in disgust, he’ll reward you with whatever you want (besides anyone or anything who could steal you away from him).

Monster is the type who’ll emotionally shun you out until you yourself apologize. Worst case scenario is that he’ll blame absolutely everything on you, even if said faults rightfully belong to him and act as if he’s the victim.

By the time you’re starting to be more affectionate and loyal to him, Monster is beyond ecstatic. He’s much less worried about you talking to any other living beings, just him to keep you company and it’s gnawing you from the inside out, so why fight it?

Monster gifts you in fresh animal skulls and human heads and possibly plushies if you’re extra careful and acting good romantic playing like a cat with a dead rat to their owner, not that he wants to see you cower any more of course he still does, he’s Monster, but because it’s sort of his schtick and wants to see you smile in gratification.

Uses your intimidating, opinionated, and aggressive demeanor against potential human contact just to scare them off only for you to shut him off as a result. But of course, Monster somehow comforts you in some way possible, implementing the seed of co-depending on him for whatever need you have.

Anyways, all you need is each other and depend on one another. Monster is all you need in your life, right?

!BONUS CHARACTERS!

Yandere!Black Hat

Black Hat, in short, is a Manipulative, Sadistic, Possessive, Mildly Delusional, and Clingy Yandere.

As shown consistently in ‘Villainous’, He treats his peers with no remorse if he hears about any failures or accidents. Or just in general.

For you, at first, B.H. Initially saw you as a new plaything to toy with, not caring if you’re aligned with good nor evil.

But after awhile of watching stalking you through Dr. Flug’s robots and televisions, Black Hat soon became quite possessive of you and barked an order to Dementia and Flug to kidnap you with the claim of you being a “new employee”, whether you or them like it or not. He didn’t see you as an accident nor a failure, but as to your conditions, that is going to be a problem, but that’s for another story.

By then, The demon would set aside anything else in his schedule and remove murder any…inconveniences in your life. Bullies, Harassers, Offenders, whatever person that treated you like crap would be gone in the next day, so you can depend on him on anyone without giving you stress.

At that moment, Black Hat wondered as to why he was feeling this way to a measly human such as yourself. Though, the more he pondered, the more frustrating it became, so he only waved it off as his loneliness getting to his head. Working under The Devil has its downsides, until he eventually loses his own dignity because of his sick obsession with you.

Though, the very thought of entering a relationship with you filled him with both shame and ecstasy, It feels wrong to be in love with you, but feels so damn good. He wanted to love you, and you love him back.

Once you’re at the Black Hat Manor itself, Black Hat is already swooning over you, literally and figuratively. He’s 6 feet and 66 inches tall in canon, whereas you are only 4 foot and 11 inches tall.

He already knows of your mental illnesses through Dr. Flug, so Black Hat takes it slow and steady to establish a solid romantic relationship, knowing your suspicions about why the sudden change of heart. He’ll only say that he sees potential in you as an asset and ally to the Organization, despite it. And yes, he forces Dr. Flug to “cure” you of said conditions.

Black Hat certainly does have a soft spot for you, he treats you with significantly better respect than everyone else around him and yet in the most sadistic way possible, if that makes sense at all.

Dementia, of course, is envious of you. She was insane before you came into the picture and now she’s obsessed with getting rid of you for good. Problem is, Black Hat usually snaps at her because of this and makes it obvious that the two of you are partners in crime, despite your short time with him. He’ll go as far as to torture and kill her if she lays a single finger on you

Of course, he keeps you in his room or anywhere he can visibly see you and let you do your little drawings or listen to music and totally taking advantage of your introversion. But, for whatever job needs his attention, he leaves you with with 5.0.5. Never leaves you alone with Dementia out of fear of her killing you or harming you in some way, he can’t bear that image in his head. If he ever catches wind of anyone, including his very own staff or fellow villains, calling you an offensive nickname or slur, like stated before, they’re good as dead or tremendously tortured beyond human capacity. Black Hat creates examples of these imbeciles to those who dare talk badly about the relationship the two of you have.

The moment you were comfortable with him and started making witty jokes, He couldn’t help but laugh. He doesn’t care if it’s towards him or anyone else, Black Hat would join in your sarcastic jokes and witty humor, this only makes him more and more glued to you.

Speaking of being glued, BH brings you everywhere he goes, especially where a Hero is present and about to die or any situation that trigger your anxiety. He simply calls these “dates” and deems your anxiety/squeals/inner lip bites as overreacting, gaslighting you into thinking your disorders and other mental illnesses are “flaws” and “things that are holding you back.”

However, in the aftermath of it all, Black Hat has very mixed feelings about it. On one hand, he loves these reactions from you and wants to continue this unhealthy behavior, but on the other, he doesn’t want to see you hurt.

The only solution he accepted was to bring you back to his room and keep you there for whatever time you needed to heal from said horror he made you witness. The cycle was this: Bring you on a violent date, watch you break down, and bring you back to the Manor.

Black Hat’s version of “respect” and “love” for you is corrupted, sick, and twisted, but wouldn’t ever hurt you physically. Additionally, he luckily lets you have a “mental break” from these so called dates if you’re particularly feeling empty inside or apathetic.

Black Hat puts you on a pretty high pedestal. Egotistical even. He protects you like a treasure like it’s his very last. Even though he steps a bit far into your boundaries, he’ll still be willing to buy you whatever you want and even let you give him kisses and sit in his lap. Black Hat has his sweet moments with you such as dinner dates and passionate kisses just to keep you around, but don’t you dare tell anyone that.

Your rudeness, intimidation, and unforgiving nature if pushed only makes him feral. Feral in terms of actually wanting to bite you until you bleed and bruise, lap up your blood, and kiss your bruises in forgiveness.

Yes, he’s into that shit.

But anyways.

He teaches you all about necromancy and where to kill someone effectively in the vitals when he’s not around to watch over you especially around Dementia.

I see that you’re strongly opinionated, and Black Hat takes that into deep consideration. Every major decision he makes, he needs you to second guess it. However, if it’s something he particularly doesn’t enjoy hearing, he’ll probably just ignore it or manipulates you into agreeing with him with the choice of executing decisions in the most violent ways possible.

Whenever you need assistance with your conditions, as said before, he forces Dr. Flug to help you by trying to “cure” you (or just giving you things that help ease away the pain such as medication), even if the scientist has a distaste for your presence because of obvious favoritism, but complies all the same for the sake of being alive. The same goes for 5.0.5 whenever you have trouble sleeping without plushies or anything soft and cuddly to hug onto as you sleep.

His interests pretty much matches up with your morbid ones. Course he won’t purposely pull you to a gore party or anything, but he’ll watch slasher movies and documentaries with you and take you on Halloween themed dates.

Please dress up together with him during the Fall Season (especially on October), Black Hat would vibe with you in black clothes and internally call you hot and sexy and beautiful and all these amazing things he won’t openly admit.

Black Hat only knows how to love you in a selfish and cruel way, somehow only towards you, which was his most greatest gift yet the greatest tragedy.

He is, arguably, the most loving of all in this matchup list. His love knows no bounds, which is why he could not love others, not that he wants to for that matter, but he could only love you. He could feed off of others admiration for him and act narcissistic because of it, but he cannot return it to them. He is a selfish man and generous at the same time. A paradigm of opposing forces existing in one being.

By the end of the day, Black Hat has you. And you have Black Hat. He needs you, you need him. Stick by his side, do as he says, and everything will turn out fine. His black heart will always open up to you, but he does dislike how you view life as meaningless and tries his hardest to change that.

Yandere!Striker

I believe Striker is a Manipulative and Overprotective Yandere.

Striker loves to tease you about your height just to get a negative reaction out of you, but the sight of you hating him is just a little too much for him to bear, so he shuts the teasing down completely. Plus, he isn’t that much taller than you by barely reaching 5 feet anyway.

The first time he met you is through his mission on assassinating Stolas. During those events, he couldn’t help but be intrigued at the fact that you were a human in hell.

Whenever he had the chance to, Striker would shoot an imp between the eyes who gave you the wrong look or about to harm you. He’d only internally scoff at the aftermath of the day when he was ridiculed by Stella, but went with it anyway.

The moment he saw you hiding in the same building during The Moon Festival, Striker had an yielding urge to protect you that it’s scary. He didn’t make a snarky remark about how short and weak you looked like he usually does with other imps and instead dragged you out with a flimsy but convincing disguise as one, your height making it better for your situation.

Striker basically manipulated you to stay with him since Hell is definitely no place for a human, of all things considered. He just assumed that you were all too curious about Hell and accidentally dropped in with some kind of voodoo magic or some shit and decided it was best to (especially) protect you from the citizens of the Wrath Ring.

With the hefty money from Stella, he bought a decent hideout for the both of you. Striker knows what Wrath is like, so of course he’s more than willing to train you up for anything from anyone when he wasn’t around you and that’s when he realized you a thing for fire.

At first, the sinner was worried about future scars, but once that thought came into mind, he thought it was kinda hot. Plus, when Striker realized you were a masochist, that made it even better. Just know he won’t let you have second or third degree burns so you won’t die on him, but if you do end up getting them, he’ll either bring you to the best doctor around if there even is one in hell and point a gun at their head if they screw up or heal you himself. Can’t let a pretty thing like you go to waste.

Striker manipulates you into the relationship. Like BH, Striker would hold you on a pedestal, but only out of molding you into his partner in crime. However, he isn’t shameful of any actions he takes with or against you.

Being the assassin he is, the sinner won’t hesitate to give a warning shot towards you if he sees you flirting/complimenting another person, ignoring any protests if they’re your friends or loved ones. He’ll make it obvious that you are supposed to flirt with him and nobody else. He’ll go as far as to kill whoever it was that you had emotional intimacy with and boast about it like he won an achievement.

Striker is the kind of Yandere to intimidate you into submission, so if you have any friends you care about then it’s best to keep your emotions in check. Of course, it’s strange for him to start rampaging against other not exactly innocent people of hell, so you’ll totally be surprised to realize that, amongst other characters as well.

He teaches you how to let loose on releasing any pent up anger you had from past trauma or anything that made you aggressive, if any at all. Hell, Striker would purposely make you pissed off just to get a lick of your kind of craziness and this is only because he wants you to prove your just as Wrathful as an Overlord and so much more.

Prideful just as his Wrathfulness, I’d must say. But anyways…

Striker can and will send you out onto the field with his assassinations, considering you as his “Right Hand.”

Other than going out onto the field with him, Striker is surprisingly soft with you. He won’t push you beyond your limitations on the field too much as hypocritical that is to say, but all other aspects for him is made up in stiff cuddles and kisses.

When alone, Striker would sing for you, especially if you’re having trouble falling asleep. Speaking of sleeping, he won’t judge you for having plushies. Shocked, yes, but never judgmental. He’s quick to get used to it though. Might steal one whenever he’s having trouble tuckering out because it reminds him of you.

Loves the whole thing you got going on with black clothes and horror schtick, he can totally vibe with it. However, Striker won’t match up with you in clothes, he’ll definitely watch horror flicks and true crime documentaries with you, as much as he doesn’t understand the most cliche things in said movies.

For your mental illnesses, as a whole, he’s a lot more hesitant to help you with them. Of course, he leans more on making you lash out from said mental illnesses, but that won’t stop him from also trying to help you.

Striker slowly eases up to the idea, comforting you in any way possible during those moments. Maybe even going as far as to force himself into these situations and make you depend on him.

Incredibly supportive boyfriend and gives you all the freedom you could ask for. Just Keep your emotions in check around family and friends, and you’ll see them live another day.

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Twin Bed (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

are u taking requests rn? 🥺 ive read ur tsukki fics and i know to myself ur the only one who can write this request amazingly: tsukki sneaking in to his s/o’s room at night bc he misses her and he saw how cute she is in her pajamas but couldnt help getting turned on as well bc she is wearing shorts and an oversized shirt it also didnt help that her bed is for one person only ;) UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR AND NEVER STOP WRITING TSUKKI OR HAIKYUU SCENARIOS COS THE PPL NEED U

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Word Count: 2,475

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, my shit writing, bad language

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Yoooo this is was legit so fun to write lmao. I hope I did your request justice anon and I appreciate your kind words!!! I know I have other requests sitting in my inbox and I will try and to get to them soon. I might be a bit inactive the next couple of weeks, I will be going vacation (I definitely fucking need it lol) this week and then I start classes again. RIP. I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!:) I literally am at a lost for words with how amazing you guys are and how unproblematic you guys have been considering the bullshit that’s been going around in the community. I just want to reiterate that this is a safe and fun place for everyone, it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable and if I do please let me know so that I can apologize correctly for it! But to make things clear I will not tolerate any fuckery on this blog, I don’t have the energy nor the patience to deal with shit like that. We are all capable of being decent human beings to each other. No drama, no bullshit, just a fun and safe place for everyone that wants to be part of it. ANYWAY, enough of my ranting, please enjoy this filth and my shit writing lmao 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

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You frowned slightly as you looked at your phone, your eyes squinting against the harshness of the light.

Tsukishima had texted you, multiple times - at two in the morning - in fact. While you dearly adored your boyfriend of only five months, you didn’t exactly adore the fact that he woke you up at this time.

Especially considering you had to be up in about five hours to get ready for an exam.

You sighed through your nose as you tugged your blankets from your body and made your way to your door.

“Kei… it’s two in the morning…” You yawned, looking up at your tall boyfriend with sleepy eyes. “The dorm manager is going to get mad at me if she catches you here.”

“Well let’s not get caught then.” he drawled out, gold eyes flickering over your body. A blonde eyebrow arched up; “is that my shirt?”

You blinked at him for a moment, not fully registering what he had just asked before a soft blush began to coat your cheeks.

You were definitely wearing one of his shirts, a green Sendai Frogs shirt that was way too big for your body, given his tall stature. He had left the shirt at your dorm two weeks ago, and naturally you wore it to bed almost every night.

“No.” You said in a small voice, carefully playing with your fingers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

A soft blush covered Tsukishima’s cheeks before he scoffed, his slender fingers reaching up to push his glasses back up his nose. “You’re a terrible liar. Looks good on you though.” he said, brushing past you to get into your room.

You turned to see him plop himself onto your bed, and you couldn’t help but stare. It was a strange sight to see to say the least. His 6’4 frame was just a tad out of place in your room, especially sitting on your incredibly small bed. But more so he was out of place because, well, your boyfriend was beautiful. It was like a Greek god decided to pay you a secret visit before the sun came up, ready to disappear at any moment.

Tsukishima’s hair was tousled perfectly, the tight black shirt he wore complimented him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. You felt your mouth go dry as you realized that he was wearing grey sweatpants, clinging low on his hips.

How could someone look so good at two in the morning?

“Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?” He called out, his back leaning against the wall your bed was pushed up against, his phone in hand.

“You’re the one that wanted to come over.” you frowned, locking your door before making your way towards the bed. “You’re taking up all the space.” You whined.

He rolled his eyes before his long legs parted, creating a space on the bed. “Come here.”

You felt your face burn even more, a strange shyness overtaking you at the intimate position he wanted you in.

It wasn’t like you had never been close to Tsukishima before, you guys had been intimate, many times... but then why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow quirked up.

“Shut up.” you grumbled, carefully climbing over one of his long legs. You settled yourself against him, your upper body fitting easily between his legs, your back resting against his stomach and your head gently pressing into his strong chest.

Resting against Tsukishima was far better than resting in your tiny bed.

One of his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, his large hand gently pressing against your stomach, the other hand held his phone in front of both of you, a volleyball game overtaking the screen.

It was silent for a moment, both of you absorbed in the video. It had only been fifteen minutes into the game when Tsukishima began looking over your body. His gold eyes taking in your bare legs before flickering up. He zeroed in on the exposed skin of your hip, the shirt you wore had been pulled up slightly.

He swallowed thickly, arousal beginning to spike in his blood. Christ, it wasn’t like you were naked right now; it wasn’t like you were wearing anything incredibly enticing, but… fuck. Tsukishima began wracking his brain for when the last time it was that he had seen you. That’s right, it had been a while, a little over two weeks in fact.

His sudden desire was because he had just missed you right? He couldn’t possibly be turned on from the simple fact that you were in the shortest shorts known to man, or the fact that you were in his shirt and you weren’t…. Christ, you weren’t wearing a fucking bra.

He could see your hardened nipples through the shirt despite how baggy it was on your small body.

“Can you hold the phone, my arm is getting tired.” he said quietly, hoping that you hadn’t felt his hardening member against your back just yet.

“Really Kei?” you rolled your eyes but took his phone nonetheless, your eyes completely glued to the screen. The game was just beginning to get interesting.

It was silent again.

But this time, Tsukishima trailed his hand down to your exposed skin, carefully sliding his fingers under your shirt, gently tracing against your soft skin.

You sighed softly at his touch, your body wiggling slightly against him to get more comfortable. Tsukishima took that as a good sign, his hands traveling further up, the rough pads of his fingers felt incredible against your skin; goosebumps erupting over your body.

You shivered slightly, desire spiking in the pit of your stomach as his long fingers began moving further up, until they rested just below your breasts. Your breath hitched, your heart thumping loudly in your ears now.

His fingers carefully dragged against the soft underside of your breasts. You felt Tsukishima shift, his upper body sitting up slightly, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your outer ear, hot breath rustled your hair.

“Who’s winning?” he murmured, lips grazing against your ear before carefully brushing down towards your neck.

A soft whimper tore through your lips. “It’s uhmm… uh - o-oh Kei.” your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted across your skin, tasting you before biting down softly. You could feel your cunt clenching at his actions, your bundle of nerves suddenly throbbing to be touched.

“What was that?” he teased softly, the hand that was gently caressing the underside of your breasts suddenly moved up, carefully cupping your entire breast, long fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple.

You moaned loudly before immediately dropping his phone, both hands clasping your mouth shut tightly.

“Oh, that’s right, if your dorm manager caught me here, she would be furious right? I don’t want you getting in trouble, so you best be quiet hmm?” he murmured softly against your skin before pinching your nipple hard between two fingers.

Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rippled through your body.

“But you make the cutest noises when you're turned on.” he said, his voice incredibly quiet and calm, despite the growing hardness that was pressing into your back now. “You’re in quite the dilemma, aren’t you?”

His other hand suddenly trailed down, his fingers curling against your through your shorts.

“Fuck… you’re soaked.” he groaned quietly, feeling your arousal leaking through your panties and staining your shorts.

He suddenly leaned back once again, your head once again resting against his strong chest. But despite his composure, his heart was racing just as much as yours.

He suddenly bucked his hips up, his cock rubbing against your back. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the hand that was groping your breast pulled out of your shirt and tangled into your hair, gently tugging and forcing you to arch your neck, staring up at the blonde male now.

His gold eyes held nothing but lust now as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes.

You had never seen a more gorgeous man in your entire life.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal. But before you could say anything, the hand that was grasping you through your clothes suddenly tugged your shorts and panties to the side, long fingers brushing softly against your weeping slit.

Tsukishima exhaled loudly, his cock jumping against your back as he felt just how wet you were.

“Fuck…” he whispered quietly, and carefully slid his finger to the top of your cunt, his finger gently pressing down against your clit.

A jolt of pleasure erupted through your body, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as your eyes fluttered shut.

He began rubbing delicate circles against you, a soft pleasure beginning to build up in your lower stomach, your hips rocking up carefully with his movements.

“K-Kei…” you trembled, your hand reaching down and grasping at his forearm helplessly.

“Are you close?” he asked, his finger pressing down just a little bit harder, but that was all that you needed to get your legs shaking.

The way he touched you… the way that he took care of you… it was no wonder you were completely head over heels for him.

He was just too good.

You nodded helplessly against his chest, and then suddenly he pulled his hand away from your dripping cunt, a soft cry of distress tearing through your lips. Why did he… but you were so close…

“Can you move away for a second?” he asked quietly, gently pushing you forward. You shakily scooted away from him and heard the rustling of sheets and clothes. You twisted your head to look back and - your mouth went dry.

Tsukishima was still resting against the wall, his lower body easily sprawled out against your bed as you still sat between his long legs, but this time… this time… he laid with one hand behind his head, the other was easily grasping his member, lazily sliding up and down his shaft. His grey sweatpants were bunched up around the tops of his thighs, his black shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his lower stomach and the perfect lines of his Adonis belt.

“Come here.” he demanded, you turned to crawl over to him, fully intending on taking him into your mouth- his hand flew up, halting your movements. “No. I want to be inside you.”

Your lips parted slightly as you nodded in a daze, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. But before you could sink down on top of his cock, he stopped you once more.

“Turn around.” he commanded. Your lips trembled softly, your hands gripping his upper thighs as you situated yourself on top of him, you could feel his fingers tugging your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then something blunt and thick began rubbing up and down your soaked entrance.

“Don’t tease me Kei, please.” you whimpered out, but before you could plead further, he grabbed your hips, forcing you to sink all the way down onto his member in one movement.

You gritted your teeth tightly, biting back the loud shout that wanted to escape your throat at the sudden intrusion, at the force of him already hitting the most devastating depths within you.

Fuck you had never been quite this full, never had someone quite this deep until you met Tsukishima.

“Shit.” he cursed, growling slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes fluttered shut as your tight heat engulfed him completely.

He could never get used to this.

After a moment of adjusting to the new intrusion you began rocking your hips, carefully sliding back and forth, your lips forming into a silent o as pleasure jolted through your body at each drag of his cock against your walls.

A soft whimper tore through your lips as he began grabbing handfuls of your ass, his fingers gripping tightly at the soft flesh, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart. Before his hand settled on pulling your shorts and underwear further away, his eyes taking in the obscene way your cunt swallowed his cock.

The quiet room was filled with the sound of rustling sheets, the wet noises of your arousal leaking through your stuffed cunt as Tsukishima slid in and out of you, the soft and breathless moans that escaped your lips, and the soft grunts of Tsukishima as he fought back his release. He couldn’t cum yet, not until you did.

But he could tell that you were close by the desperate way you rocked your hips, faster, sloppier, chasing for a release.

“Cum for me.” he demanded, his large hand cracking down against your ass. Your hand came up, stifling the loud gasp that wanted to escape your lips, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You could feel it then, the pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, the tightness in your lower stomach finally releasing.

“Fuck that’s it.” He murmured, watching as you trembled above him, his hands coming down to grip at your waist, forcing you to move faster against him as he began chasing his own release.

Tsukishima gritted his teeth tightly before carefully shoving you off of his member, a soft cry escaping your lips as you collapsed on top of his legs. He gripped his member tightly, shooting thick ropes of his warmth all over your raised bottom, staining your shorts completely.

“Shit hold on.” he panted slightly, carefully moving himself from under you. He tucked his softening member back into his sweatpants before moving towards your closet, grabbing a towel and making his way back to you. His gentle hands easily cleaning you up before tugging your shorts and panties off, replacing them with fresh ones.

You looked up at him sleepily as he began situating you both on your small body, half of your body resting on top of his as he drew the blankets over your guys’ form.

“You suck Kei. If I fail this exam because I’m too tired to focus, you have to buy me ramen.” you mumbled against his chest, your eyes drooping as sleep began to tug at your mind.

“If you fail this exam just because you’re tired then that just proves you didn’t actually study for it. You should’ve been able to retain that information regardless.” he said, fingers gently running through your hair.

“You suck.” you sighed again, softly nuzzling your face into his chest.

A smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything else.

Not that you would have listened anyway, considering that you were knocked out now.

Tsukishima’s body was definitely more comfortable than your twin bed.

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rommahh · 3 years

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I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break. Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

#harry styles x reader #frat!harry #i carry your heart #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #college!harry #part 2 coming soon #harry styles smut #fratrry #boyfriend!harry

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Can I have bakugo x reader who acts a lot like kenma? You can do gendernetural!

Please hydrate!

a/n: of course!! i do be using the wiki to find out his personality cuz half the time i forget, i haven't seen haikyuu in a minute, i might rewatch the first two seasons-

summary: quiet, composed, analytical. the three words most students in your class use to describe you. despite your reserved nature and awkward aura, bakugou decides to approach you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 2.5k

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It’s a cool autumn day, the cool wind rustling the bright-colored leaves on the trees. With the air getting much colder, it was time to break out your winter costumes when it came to training.

You stood by yourself like usual, listening to instructions. Of course, the exercise today was grouping you in pairs. And despite being possible acquaintances with at least half of your peers, you didn’t really consider them friends.

It wasn’t because you hated them, you were reserved, quiet, and rarely showed any emotions, often having others perceive you as cold and hard to read.

“It’s just a simple team-building skills exercise. You’ll most likely have several occasions in the field where you’re working together with other heroes and agencies, especially on bigger cases. Your pairs have already been chosen for you so when your names are called find your partner.” Aizawa’s look hadn’t changed at all. In fact, you almost wondered if his outfit had changed during the summer or not.

But it seemed like what he wore during the hottest days of June or July was currently fitted on him now.

Name after name was called, slowly dwindling down the remaining students that could be paired.

“Kirishima, (Y/n).” It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you when you heard your name. Kirishima meandered over to you, shooting you a sharp-teethed smile before glancing back at Kaminari and Sero, who had been paired together.

“Bakugou, Todoroki.” That was a pair you certainly hadn’t expected. Watching as Bakugou’s eye seemed to twitch he teamed up with the half-and-half boy, not very thrilled to do this exercise with him.

The training was fairly simple, you were to rescue a training dummy from a random hazard under thirty minutes.

In your case, your dummy was trapped in a sinking car.

You hadn’t expected to get wet today, and even if your quirk allowed you some help under the water, it was still going to be cold. It didn’t help that Kirishima kept asking you questions.

You were thinking of a strategy as you rushed to the scene.

“I think the best plan is to try and get the car out of the water.”

No that is a stupid plan. You can’t lift the car, with water inside of it you’d just sink to the bottom.

You didn’t have a solid plan, but you could finish fairly early if you could break the window and retrieve the dummy.

Using this plan, you’d need Kirishima to harden and break the window.

After reviewing the area where the car had begun to sink, you could feel the cameras on you, your entire class observing you. It was uncomfortable, you frankly wished you’d been paired with someone like Mineta so your fight would hopefully be uninteresting to those who despised the purple-’haired’ boy.

“Harden and break the window when we get to the car. Trying to save the car is just going to slow us down.” You spoke plainly, kicking off your shoes as you stared at the strikingly blue water.

“Break the window, got it!” Kirishima was ready. Jumping into the cold water, you fought the urge to swim back out. Pushing on, you swam to the car, hoping you’d be able to hold your breath long enough to get the dummy out.

Kirishima swam beside you and quickly hardened part of his body, noticing how much harder it was to move underwater.

After a few attempts, the glass hadn’t budged. You needed air. Swimming back up, your heads popped up above the water.

“We need momentum.” Kirishima wasn’t getting anywhere.

“Use your feet on the window behind the driver's side. I’ll swim through and get the dummy.” You ducked back under, sucking in a breath to keep with you. Kirishima came back down, finding that hardening allowed him to sink faster.

Using your advice, he hardened his feet and lower calves, kicking through the hard glass of the window behind the driver’s side. You kicked out any remaining glass and swam through, quickly navigating for the seatbelt buckle.

It was hard to see, the water made things blurry, but after some searching you found it.

The dummy was heavy, but with enough force, you were able to pull it out of the seat and bring it into the back seat, handing it off to Kirishima.

However, as you were preparing to swim through the broken window, your foot got caught in a seatbelt. From the thrashing and moving trying to maneuver the dummy, your legs had gotten tangled.

Yanking your legs did nothing and you were running out of air. Kirishima had taken the dummy back to shore only to realize you hadn’t popped back above water.

Quickly diving back in, he was lucky to find you still moving.

Squeezing through the window, he helped free you from the seatbelts, cutting them free from your legs before helping you back above the water.

Gasping for air, you choked on water that spewed from your mouth and nose, completely unaware of just how long you'd been down there for.

“That was a good plan, next time don’t get stuck!” Kirishima’s cheery voice guided you back to reality as you swam back to shore, resting as soon as your body no longer had to float to hold itself up.

Training was over for you and Kirishima, and you’d passed with three minutes to spare. You were handed a towel and escorted to change out of your wet costume.

However, you had to return after changing into the regular training uniform.

That’s when Bakugou approached you.

“How’d you think of that plan so fast?” Bakugou’s question doesn’t seem like much of a question at all. He’d gone before you so he was done with training as well. You didn’t respond at first, opting to try and seem as invisible as possible, hoping that maybe he was talking to Momo who was within an earshot of your conversation.

“Oi!”

“It just made sense.” Was all you could conjure up to say, proceeding to move away from Bakugou after answering. However, Bakugou wasn’t pleased with this. He then decided to follow you around like a lost puppy, trying to catch up with you every time you migrated away from him.

“What’s your deal?” Bakugou finally cornered you away from the class, pushing your back against a wall.

“Please stop following me.” You didn’t want to look the blonde in the eyes. Your heart was beating faster than before. This was such a vulnerable position. You couldn’t place your finger on what it was exactly you were feeling, but the thumping of your heart was starting to hurt your head.

“Tch, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, his cheeks pink as he walked away, folding his arms over his chest. You didn’t mind standing still for a bit, no one could see you, but you feared you’d get into trouble which would only cause a scene. You slowly added yourself to the back of the class, opting to pay minimal attention to the lesson.

A week later, a similar scenario happened. Bakugou cornered you in the library while you played a hand-held console during lunch. You chose to eat quietly somewhere else and spend the remainder of your time in the library, safe from the noisy cafeteria.

However this time, Bakugou didn’t say anything to you. He took a seat in front of you. He debated on saying a few things to you, but it appeared that as long as he was quiet, you seemed unbothered.

Though you would occasionally catch him staring at you, which caused him to grumble something under his breath.

And then there was the day where he showed up with some sort of snack.

You can’t eat in here.

“I didn’t see you eat lunch. Eat dumbass.” Bakugou passed you the snack bar. You stared at it.

Is this some sort of peace offering? If so, why in the one place where food isn’t allowed.

You left the snack bar in its spot for the remainder of your time in the library, only reaching for it when it was time to go. Bakugou glared at you as you opened it as soon as you got outside of the library, only to watch you nibble on the bar before throwing it away, conveniently by the sign that says ‘no food or drink in the library.’

This wouldn’t be the last sort of ‘offering’ Bakugou would give to you. You seemed to tolerate him as long as he was quiet, and he was determined to find out why. Which is why he eventually asked to study in your room.

When he walked in, he was surprised to see how different your room looked.

He half expected it to look as normal as possible, similar to Ojiro’s room.

However, your room was decorated to your liking, with a poster or two on the walls, a comfy-looking blanket draped over your bed, a desk, a tv, and other various decorations.

“Why are you so quiet?” Was the first of many questions Bakugou had to ask you during your study session which you had reluctantly said yes to since he’d asked you during breakfast around other students.

It felt weird to be sitting with him privately in your dorm. Your heart was beating fast again and it was weird. You hadn’t been able to get Bakugou out of your head since he had started all these surprise visits.

“Not much to say.” You replied simply, working on your homework swiftly.

“There’s gotta be something you like, you’re not that fuckin’ boring are you?” Bakugou’s words were harsh, but they weren’t meant to be mean.

“I like video games. But you do not.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, his lips parted in awe.

“I do too play fuckin’ games.” Bakugou stood his ground.

“What games do you have?” This was the first question you’d ever asked Bakugou.

“C-cooking Mama.” Bakugou hung his head in defeat.

“They have multiplayer challenges, correct? We could play together after we finish.” You weren’t at all judgmental of his seemingly childish game choice, but it seemed that you had a copy of the game as well.

After work, you sat on your bed alongside Bakugou and the two of you competed against one another in cooking challenges. You won most of them considering you’d completed the game in its entirety and knew the in and out’s of doing the most with your time, how to get perfect dishes, etc.

You decided to let Bakugou win a few times, but it was almost as if he could tell you were letting him win.

Throwing down his console softly onto your bed, he forced your back against the mattress as he hovered over you.

“Stop going easy on me!’ Bakugou semi-shouted. You stared up at him with a seemingly blank expression, but the heat that burned your face was clear to you.

Bakugou’s warm features, albeit a bit brash and rough, were gorgeous to look at. His tough crimson eyes and his explosive blonde locks, you were almost sure this feeling you were having was one of affection, not that you knew anything about it though.

Let alone how to act on those feelings. And you had observed that Bakugou struggled to be upfront with his feelings too.

Staring down at you was mind-blowing to Bakugou. He could see your face so clearly, your eyes were wide and full of some sort of emotion even though you acted as if you were simply just observing what was happening.

His eyes couldn’t stand to stare at just your eyes though. They travelled all over your face, finding little details to look at before they found your lips.

An unknown force pulled him closer to you, his lips landing on yours. Moving against them softly, he kissed you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you felt his lips on yours.

You couldn’t move. It was electrifying. Yet you were slightly confused.

You didn’t know how to move your lips against his, though you gave it your best effort, now you felt embarrassed as he pulled away staring at you.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you-”

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You cut him off, explaining that it wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him, but because you didn’t know how too.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he stared at you. Almost as if he found your statement horrifying. But he began to grin, trying not to laugh.

“If you’re going to laugh about it you can leave.” You knew you shouldn’t have said anything. Bakugou’s serious expression returned.

“Just follow my lead, it’s not rocket science.” Bakugou grumbled, leaning back down to kiss you. You did as he said, closing your eyes, trying to follow what his lips were doing.

You began to move your lips against his, trying to mimic what he was doing, until he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip which drew an embarrassing mewl from you. Pulling away, Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle at you.

“You- what was...” You were in the middle of catching your breath and trying to ask what he had just done.

“Let’s continue our lesson.”

After half an hour of more kissing, you were completely exhausted. You’d tried to keep up with Bakugou, but every time he felt that you were getting cocky he’d pull some trick, like licking your lower lip. He also ran his hands into yours and raised them above your head, all while his lips attacked yours.

You were in some sort of haze after, completely astonished from it. But one thing was on your mind.

“Are you my boyfriend now?” You asked quietly. Bakugou’s face began to turn red.

“Yeah sure.” Bakugou stared at you for a few seconds as you packed up your things.

You were hard to describe. His peers had labeled you as quiet, composed, and analytical, and while those were true, you were also clearly intelligent along with cute.

Watching you get flustered was adorable, and he couldn’t place a finger on why. Perhaps it was just your innocence or being confused on how to kiss someone, but regardless of the fact, you were dating now.

Keeping it under wraps was easy. Bakugou spent more time with you alone, away from everyone where he learned more about you.

“I have a hard time making friends.” You expressed in his arms. Explaining to Bakugou about why you were quiet, or always by yourself, he began to learn more about you just by listening to you.

But no matter how strange you seemed to make yourself sound, he couldn’t think that it was quite the opposite.

You said you were awkward and dull? You weren’t. You were pleasant to be around, always calming Bakugou down. And you were so nice to look at you, Bakugou honestly thought you were some sort of beautiful angel.

Pulling you in for one more kiss, Bakugou held you in his arms, interrupting your story-telling. You kissed back almost instantly, now educated in the art of kissing someone back.

Pulling away, Bakugou gave you a small smile to continue. You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his chest as you continued to talk about little things.

You’d found someone who understood you, even if you had to explain it to him along the way. You’d also found someone to play cooking mama with.

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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Hey ploy! Bat here 🦇 I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering, what do you think Billy & Stu’s fave music would be? Like would they only listen to one genre? Would it be more eclectic? What’s your take? 😊 Hope things are going well in your world anyways and that you’re having a nice week!

BAAAAAAT. I'm doing well bby! Just chillin' and writin'. And yeah, I mentioned this in a couple of previous ask, so Ill compile that into HC form and expand on it here!

Billy and Stu Music Headcanons

I see Stu as having the most basic fratboy taste in music. Like popular party songs or pop songs.

It's like this fucked up juxtaposition between his darker thoughts/impulses and love for gore and horror, and his general bro-ish clothing style and music taste lmao.

He isn't a music snob though, quite the opposite! If he likes how it sounds, he'll listen to it regardless of genre. I can see him making fun of heavy metal though and trashing Korn because he's got basic taste lmao.

Billy likes alternative rock a lot. He's also a fan of grunge, nu metal, and classic rock.

He tolerates pop and all other genres, they're okay. Hates country.

He's a slight music snob tbh, and he'll argue tastes, but it's not something he's like super passionate about, so it won't get mega heated. But he will inevitably think his music taste is superior to others'

I can see them both getting super into Indie music if you introduce them to it.

Especially in a modern AU. I can see Billy especially liking indie music in that setting. Maybe even preferring it.

Stu would still be into pop and party songs in a Modern AU, but he'd also fuck HEAVILY with R&B.

Stu would like K-Pop, and would simp for BTS. Billy would hate K-pop and hate when Stu blasts it.

Stu loooves TikTok songs that get popular. Billy would like the ones that get popular on Alt TikTok.

If you introduce Billy to video game OSTs, he'd lowkey love them. Especially the more guitar heavy ones or ones with a kind of grand epic feel to them.

Stu loves meme songs. He almost died when he wouldn't stop singing Baby Shark. You had to physically throw yourself in front of Billy to stop him from beating Stu's ass.

Anyone walks into their apartment/dorm/house and they'll hear chillhop playing in the background as white noise during the day.

I feel like Billy would be into music for the lyrics for coping reasons, so he goes more for meaning; Stu just likes anything that's pleasing to the ear and catchy, regardless of lyrics.

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #ghostface #ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #slashers #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #scream 1996 #poly!ghostface x reader #poly ghostface x reader

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toonblabbers · 3 years

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Getting High with the Bois (part 2)

Warnings: recreational drug use, sex under the influence, alcohol mention, orgasm denial, Dom/sub undertones, choking, cockwarming, spanking, light name calling, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms

Pairings: Matsukawa x Hanamaki x GN! Reader, Sakusa x Atsumu x GN! Reader

Rating: M (Mature)

Find part 1 here

Hanamaki and Matsukawa

· The chilliest duo to get high with, but be warned: they can out smoke you so please know your limit

· Honestly not much changes about them. They have the highest tolerance to THC because they’ve been smoking the longest of anyone. Even back in high school they indulged a little bit during the off season of volleyball and during finals

· They even knock back a few beers after you all had a hefty dinner of cheap takeout and convenience store snacks. Can’t be crossfaded on an empty stomach

· Sometimes they’ll invite Oikawa and Iwaizumi over for a smoke sesh, but it’s rare enough when they’re all in town at the same time

· Usually they’ll just throw on a movie or play some video games to pass the time with you in one of their laps

· They do love to spoil you as much as they tease you so be ready for the one or the other, or even both at the same time

· Mattsun already looks tired and his eyelids set even lower when he’s feeling a really good high. You and Hanamaki like to tease him saying he’s an old man or that its past his bedtime even though he almost always works graveyard and night shifts at his job

· Mattsun simply grunts in response or smirks, knowing he’ll get back at you both eventually

· Hanamaki is the schemer though. He’s either messing with you or egging you on to go mess with Mattsun. He just loves to hear you whine and take a swing at him. It gives him an excuse to pull you close and get back at you tenfold

The sound of your character dying on screen for the nth time was barely heard over your soft whine that turned into a moan when a heavy hand smacked your ass. You were currently situated on Mattsun’s lap with his fat cock buried deep inside of you, your thighs stretched open over his long legs and controller visibly shaking in your hands. You had just got finished getting fucked by Hanamaki, but you didn’t get to cum yet as “punishment” for distracting him from his game. Now you were forced to sit on Mattsun’s much larger and fatter cock as punishment for accidentally calling Makki “Daddy” during your haze. You wouldn’t get to cum until you beat the level on screen. Nothing you did would sway Mattsun into fucking you like you wanted either. Every grind of your hips or clenching of your core earned you a swift smack on your aching cheeks or your thighs. Even looking back at him with teary puppy eyes and calling out to him would only get you a deep chuckle from him along your nipples pinched and pulled.

“What’s the matter pretty baby? I thought you wanted to play this game so badly? That’s why you distracted me right?” Makki’s teased, his fist slowly stroking his still sensitive dick, but he was cut short by Mattsun looking over at him with a wide smirk.

“Don’t get too arrogant Makki. You’ll be choking on this cock next once I’m done with them”

Makki choked down a moan as he involuntarily squeezed the base of his cock. He wasn’t the only one affected however. The thought of Makki’s lips wrapped around Mattsun’s cock still coated in your juices with tears streaming down his cheeks was enough to make you clench hard around Mattsun. Both of you let out a shuddering moan, the hands on your hips tightening. Suddenly a hand wrapped firmly around your throat and you were pulled back against Mattsun’s chest, his voice ringing deep into your ear. You could practically hear the devilish smirk in his voice

“Oh now you’re really gonna pay for that my little cock slut. Better hold tight.”

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Atsumu and Sakusa

· Interesting duo right? It actually took some convincing for either of them to get high with you. Especially Sakusa.

· For Atsumu, he was actually against doing anything that could tarnish his reputation of mess with his mind and body he worked so hard on

· It took seeing you getting all snuggly with his brother behind Onigiri Miya and sharing a joint that got him to try it

· Now he only smokes a little during the off season in the safety of his high rise apartment. Sometimes he’ll have an edible his brother made after a really stressful match or bad interview

· He stays at his place and smokes only with you because, surprise surprise, Atsumu is touchier and clingier than his brother. Like he’ll actually whine and make grabby hands at you. Just let him play with your chest like a squeeze toy and he’ll shut up

· Sakusa on the other hand has never gotten high nor has he ever thought about it. He was one of those pompous people that associated smoking with trashy, disgusting behavior

· It took a lot of pleading and bargaining form both you and Atsumu to get him to join you guys. Then Atsumu pointed out that Sakusa was always staring at you 2 when you both left together in Atsumu’s car, giggling about the fun you’d get up to that night. Now that even a hint of blackmail was involved, Sakusa was game

· The first time Sakusa got high, you’ve never seen him so relaxed and expressive and…mouthy. Like his filter was nonexistent once the THC settled in. From spewing insults at people he complained about to his favorite kinks, he just let it all out. With a smile on his face no less! The next day you swore to every Deity in existence to never share the pictures you took with anyone else or so help you. A threat like that from Sakusa was not to be taken lightly

Atsumu couldn’t believe even if it was right in front of his face; which it was. One of his hottest fantasies actually happening before his eyes. He swears he could die a happy man right now with what he was watching: both you and Sakusa, 2 of the hottest people he’s ever seen together, slobbering and mewling over his dick to get a second load of his cum in their waiting mouths.

He was first ready to blow his load in his pants when he came back from the bathroom and saw you and Sakusa making out, touching each other over your clothes. The second time he was ready to blow was when he sat down in the armchair across from the couch and saw Sakusa open his eyes to stare at him intensely while kissing you. Sakusa deepened the kiss then coaxed your tongue out so Atsumu could see his tongue swirl and mesh together with yours; a mix of your saliva dribbling down your chins. The third time he almost lost it was when he watch you both strip down to just your underwear and began to rub yourselves against his body whispering in his ears about how much you both want his cock. The moment both you and Sakusa slide down to your knees and pulled off Atsumu’s sweatpants and underwear, he came. Hard. You both watch as his taunt abs were paints white by thick ropes of cum. Atsumu could’ve sworn he just had a weed induced wet dream, but he was proven wrong when he felt 2 warm and wet tongue lick up his cum from his stomach and then move to give kitten licks to his overly sensitive tip.

”’Tsumu” the sweet melody of your voice made him look at you both; you gently wrapping your fingers around his still soft length and Sakusa who was nuzzling his nose against Atsumu’s balls.

“Please ‘Tsumu. Please come in our mouths. You taste so good”

You smiled when you felt his cock pulse to life in your grip then shifted to give Sakusa a little more room to work. Sakusa stared deep into Atsumu’s eyes, pleading with an adorable blush on his cheeks. He even added on a small “please Atsumu”. As soon as he got permission, Sakusa swallowed him down to the hilt causing Atsumu to let out a loud whimper, his whole body shuddering from sensitivity. He was completely at your and Sakusa’s mercy tonight and if he thought you’d both be satisfied with him cumming on your faces, then he’s in for a very long night.

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Admin note: nothing like being high and horny, amiright boys?... Anywaaay I felt like this was kind ooc for Sakusa, but this was purely self indulgent so who cares? Hope you guys enjoyed reading. If you have other Haikyuu duos you’d think would be fun to get high with, let me know!

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tendou and oikawa as your best friend📼

tendou

when you guys are together, all common sense is gone. it’s just a constant loop of “how much crazier can we get?” and if someone isn’t there to supervise you two, you guys will probably get arrested or commit a crime and get away with it. you and tendou have vandilised many buildings, and somehow you guys have never gotten caught doing anything, and it’s honestly amazing. he would text you at like 3am and say;

“let’s go jump off a bridge”

“omg yes”

“think i can do a flip?”

“i dunno but let’s try it”

even though you guys are crazy most of the time, you aren’t chaotic 100% of the time. tendou really likes to make desserts with you (especially chocolate). you guys like to attempt the really crazy desserts, like the 4 layer cakes with the cool designs, and they usually fail, and you guys laugh about how bad it looks. all of your baking sessions usually end in a food fight, and flour gets everywhere (it’s really hard to clean up but it’s worth it)

you guys also love to talk about new mangas and animes that just came out, and you will have weekly binge sessions, online or in person, where you guys try to finish a whole season or anime, and the entire time it’s playing, tendou is trying to catch popcorn in his mouth (and failing a lot), and you both are laughing at the character’s screwing up, or critiquing their decisions. you borrow mangas from him a lot, or he borrows them from you, and after either of you finish it, you guys always fangirl over it.

tendou and you love to play truth or dare with each other, but it usually ends up with you guys daring each other doing stupid shit, and you guys have so many videos that can never see the light of day, or you guys will be immediately sent to therapy, or you would be arrested. tendou once convinced the shiratorizawa team to join in on your game, and it was hands down the craziest night any of them have ever had, and they still are a little concerned for your guys’ sanity.

oikawa

two words. drama whores. you and oikawa have daily gossiping sessions, complete with screenshots and videos. whenever there’s drama going on in school or at volleyball matches, you can bet your ass one or both have you had a front row seat to the whole thing, and is ready to give the other person the details. you guys have so much shit on everyone, and your screenshot collection rival’s suna’s.

“hey, y/n, guess what happened at a volleyball game today- i heard that terushima cheated on his girlfriend, and is now dating two girls at the same time.”

“holy shit really? i need proof of this.”

“here’s the video i got of the convo. this shit’s so good.”

“hell yeah”

you guys have shown up late to class with iced coffee. oikawa is a strong advocate against dunkin, so he refuses to get you that “sugary trash”, and always drives farther to get starbucks. before you order, both of you always get into an argument about who is going to pay, and you usually end up paying (his argument is that he drove you there). oikawa always does that annoying thing with the almost empty cup, where you shake it really aggressively, and everyone can hear the ice, and you are the only one to call him out for being loud.

every friday, oikawa goes to your house and you guys do skincare routines together and put on facemasks, while watching a cheesy movie or ranting about the people who get on your guy’s nerves. (oikawa constantly bitches about kageyama and ushijima). he also paints your nails, and he’s surprisingly really good at it.

shopping. trips. we all know oikawa knows how to dress well, so he would be giving you constant tips on what looks good, and what looks terrible. it’s kind of annoying, but it’s super helpful so you tolerate it. you both usually blow a shit ton of money because you guys have zero impulse control when you are with each other.

“oikawa, does this dress look good? or is it a little too revealing?”

“that looks amazing. if you don’t buy it i’m buying it.”

“don’t you dare, you know i’ll look way hotter than you in this.”

“rude!”

i hope you enjoyed!

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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 1

Hello hello! First fic here, it’s a Maribat AU with a side of Sword Art Online. Or what I remember from having watched the show once about five years ago. We’ve got Marinette and minimal class salt, Young Justice but only the good parts, and primarily Jasonette. Please spread the word (I am a tiny sideblog) and let me know what you think <3

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Chapter 1: You have no idea how many baddies I’m going to blow up because of you

Friday, at long last. Marinette could not have exhaled a bigger sigh of relief. It was mid-way through the school term, her commissions were ramping up, and Hawkmoth had become frustratingly active. Her duties as class president had only increased as she and her friends neared the end of lycée, not to mention all the studying she was doing for the baccalauréat on top of her regular school work. Commissions were booming now that her popularity as the anonymous designer MDC was soaring worldwide. She wouldn’t give any of it up for the world, but she might enjoy getting more than three or four hours of sleep for once.

There was only part of her life that had gotten easier since that day three years ago when she was entrusted with a pair of spotted earrings and an old god to match. Ladybug started out with one partner, but she now had a whole team to share the responsibilities of keeping their city safe. Ryuko and Viperion became permanent fixtures of the Parisian rooftops, and Bourdonne replaced Queen Bee after the infamous (albeit self-inflicted) unmasking of Chloe Bourgeois. The people of Paris looked to these heroes with pride and trust.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng, now the Guardian of the Miraculous, looked to her partners with trust as well. She had decided that with her in charge, she could no longer keep secrets from her friends, from her new Order of the Guardians. She discussed it with Chat Noir, and he had smiled and agreed that it was time. And one day, when Ladybug gathered her teammates on a remote rooftop in the dead of night, she said only “I trust you,” before allowing her transformation to fall.

She wasn’t nervous, not really. She knew Kagami and Luka had good hearts, and she had seen firsthand how much Chloe had grown. Those three accepted her civilian self, her true self, without half a thought, and followed their leader in dropping their transformations as well. Chloe got her quips in while Ladybug looked to Chat Noir.

He passed his gaze over the faces of their friends and smirked like he was holding in a laugh. As he said “Claws in,” Marinette could hear the laugh in his voice, an intonation that sounded so very familiar, and oh. Of course.

Adrien Agreste beamed at his friends, both in the mask and out, and said fondly, “I’m so glad it’s you.”

The rest, of course, was history. For the year and a half since then, the five heroes of Paris had kept the city safe from threats magical and mundane alike. Hawkmoth had, of course, gotten craftier and more vicious with his attacks, sometimes choosing to send bursts of weaker akumas over the span of a week, sometimes waiting a month before sending an especially brutal villain their way.

But it was nothing that the Order of the Guardians couldn’t handle. Even though it could get exhausting after a while, which is why the incoming weekend was a welcome reprieve. There was another reason why this particular weekend was so exciting, which was that a new video game, Mindscape, was debuting. It would be released at midnight EST, which was 6:00 in the morning for Paris.

“Today’s the day, girl!” Alya squealed as she flagged Marinette down on their way to the classroom. “We are so lucky that our class won that raffle to get these exclusive passes. I bet I’ll be the first blog to get the scoop on this new tech they’re using!”

Marinette giggled and started to reply, “Super lucky, right? I’m excited too, I heard--”

“You know,” Lila cut her off as she sidled up to Alya. “I’m not saying that I didn’t enter us to get those downloads, but I was a big help with beta testing.”

How she managed to time that comment just as the three girls crossed the threshold of the classroom, and how she managed to know that nearly the whole class would already be there to hear it, Marinette would never understand. She only had to wait a moment before the rest of their friends rushed to the door to thank Lila.

“This opportunity is amazing, we are incredibly grateful!” Max was first in line, ever the technology-enthusiast.

Kim pushed his shorter friend out of the way and vigorously shook Lila’s hand. “You have no idea how many baddies I’m going to blow up because of you.” Lila looked a little overwhelmed as he continued to shake her hand all the while, and she gave him a nervous smile.

He was soon pushed out of the way as Alix muscled her way to the front next. “I definitely owe you for giving me the chance to kick his ass in a brand new way!” She jerked her head to where Kim had landed on the floor, pouting at her.

As the rest of the class who would be joining them in the game’s premiere expressed their thanks, Alya looked on with an affectionate smile. She was so very happy that she now had two kind, selfless best friends. Her smile fell a little as she noticed Marinette stoically edging her way around the crowd and up to her seat, not having said a word to Lila. Alya just wished that her two besties would get along.

Alya put a hand on Lila’s shoulder and smiled her thanks before following Marinette to what was once their shared desk. “You really should thank her, you know,” Alya implored hopefully.

Without turning around to face Alya, Marinette paused and shared an incredulous look with Adrien, who was already seated at his shared desk with Nino. She then shrugged and replied, “Lila never actually said that she got us the passes,” before continuing up the steps to her seat at the back of the class. Alya shook her head and sat down. It was always like this, a cool indifference from Marinette whenever Lila came up. They were both such incredible people, Alya couldn’t understand why they didn’t get along.

As for Marinette, she was semi-content to let Lila be as long as her lies didn’t hurt anybody. Her unrealistic promise to take away all of Marinette’s friends was never fulfilled, and honestly the amount of emotional energy it used to sap from her just wasn’t worth it anymore. Marinette had no idea how Lila was going to get her hands on a copy of the game when Mari was, of course, the one who had won the raffle. She distributed the special access passes herself, and Lila certainly hadn’t gotten one. If this was the way that she wanted to make friends, she would eventually have to face the consequences.

But for now, Lila was basking in her praise. That is, until she glanced at her phone and gave a small gasp of dismay.

“What’s wrong?” Rose asked, concern already etched on her face.

Lila covered her mouth with one hand and started rapidly blinking back tears. “It’s my VIP copy of the game. There was a mixup in the mail and it won’t get here in time for tomorrow morning! I’m so sorry everyone, it looks like you’ll have to do it without me....” She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders trembled with barely restrained sobs.

The class shared a worried look, and Sabrina piped up, “It’s okay Lila, you can borrow my copy.” Lila immediately looked up and surged forward to clasp the hands of her friend.

“Really? But won’t it have the same problem?” Sabrina smiled and shook her head. “Nope, it’s a digital download! I don’t mind, you can always trade it back when your VIP pass arrives later.”

Lila gave her a brilliant smile, any tears long-since dried. “Oh, thank you so much Sabrina! I’ll see what I can do about getting you a VIP pass too once mine gets here.”

At that moment, Chloe walked in, and one look at the scene displayed in front of her had her rolling her eyes at her former best friend. She gracefully swept up the steps to join Marinette at the back of the classroom and whispered to her, “Aren’t they all digital downloads?”

Marinette, who had started unpacking her bag to prepare for class, inclined her head and gave the blonde a meaningful look that indicated yes, they were indeed all digital downloads. Chloe snickered and started preparing her own side of the desk.

After the fiasco of outing herself as Queen Bee, Chloe had lost the minimal support and tolerances she had been allowed before. It gave her time to truly reflect on how she acted and treated other people. She had since been quietly making amends with those she’d wronged, and the person on the top of that list was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It took time and a lot of effort on Chloe’s part, but she mellowed out and did a lot of growing up. She still spoke her mind, though.

“Huh that’s strange, I got the VIP package too, but mine was a digital pass,” Chloe loudly proclaimed, studying her nails nonchalantly as the rest of the class turned to look up at her.

Lila grit her teeth into a forced smile and replied sweetly, “Well that’s because mine was an original beta testing copy that they had to update for the full game.” She turned her attention to Marinette and a note of false concern crept into her voice. “Oh Marinette, I hope you’ll still have time to come too! I know you’ll be busy this weekend with planning the spring class field trip. It would be such a shame if it didn’t happen because you were too busy playing a video game.”

Marinette suddenly felt very warm under the gazes of the entire class. She stammered out, “Oh-of course we’ll get to go! Don’t worry, I have a meeting with the school board on Monday.” Trust Lila to sniff out the one thing that had slipped below her radar.

Lila’s eyes lit up with an opportunistic gleam. “That’s great! Where will it be?”

“Well, uh, the school board has to review the location, so I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I can tell you that it will be in, um,” her eyes flicked around wildly and landed on the posterboard of different flags from the prior week’s lessons. “America!”

The class burst into excited chatter moments before Madame Bustier arrived and the late bell rang. Marinette released a breath and sagged in her seat. Saved by the bell.

Chloe gave her a sidelong glance and murmured, “America, huh?”

“Shut up,” Marinette shot back.

* * *

Madame Bustier tried to get the class to pay attention, she really did. They struggled through their lessons before lunch, the volume of side conversations between deskmates swelling all the while. The moment the bell for lunch dismissal rang, the students exploded into conversation as they left the classroom.

Marinette waved as Chloe and Adrien walked off to go meet Kagami and Luka at a nearby cafe. She breezed into the patisserie across the street from Francois Dupont and gave her surprised Maman a kiss on the cheek.

“I thought you were going out with your friends for lunch?” Sabine asked, balancing a tray of eclairs on her hip. “I forgot I have to plan our class trip!” Marinette replied cheerfully as she hurried into the kitchen to quickly fix herself a croque-monsieur. She gave her Papa a hug as she finished preparing her meal. He shouted up at her to not make a mess as she retreated into her room to eat at her desk.

She gave a small snort at that. It was nearly impossible for her to make a mess of food when she had over a dozen Kwami there to clean up after her, but he didn’t know that. She greeted said Kwami with a delighted grin and a wave as she set her plate down by her desktop computer.

“Marinette, why are you back so early?” Tikki asked, “is everything okay?” The other Kwami swarmed around her as she woke her computer up and logged in.

The girl waved one hand nonchalantly and opened up a web browser with the other. “Everything’s fine, I just forgot about planning the class trip!” She took a huge bite of the sandwich and started typing furiously. Several Kwami dove after the crumbs that sprayed everywhere.

“Ohhh, I see! Do you have an idea of where to start?” Tikki zoomed around Marinette’s shoulder to hover next to the monitor screen.

Marinette had the same determined gleam in her eye as when she finally found the perfect fabric for a design. She said confidently around a mouth full of ham, “America.”

* * *

By the time the lunch break had finished, Marinette had a preliminary list of cities on the East Coast of the United States. She had researched Gotham first, but it looked far too dangerous and gloomy. Next was New York City, which she determined was too big. Philadelphia was historic, but in a way that would definitely bore her classmates. Boston was too cold despite its excitement. Which left Metropolis as the perfect candidate. It was also protected by the perfect superheroes, Superman and his family, so she was absolutely confident the school board would approve of the city.

Of course, the meeting on Monday would need more specifics than just the city, but she was pleased with her progress so far. Marinette shut down her monitor, grabbed her backpack and plate from lunch, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She quickly scrubbed and dried her plate in the sink before waving to her parents as they bustled around, accommodating the tail end of the mid-day rush.

Marinette walked across the street with a spring in her step and, spotting a tall flash of blue hair, half-jogged up to her group of friends.

“Hey guys, sorry I couldn’t make it to lunch!” She grinned apologetically at Kagami and Luka.

“That’s alright Melody,” Luka gave her a side hug, “Chloe told us you were busy planning your class trip.”

Adrien slung an arm around Kagami’s shoulder and pulled his girlfriend closer to whisper conspiratorially to her, “I hear we’re going to America.” She laughed softly at his antics and at Marinette who stuck her tongue out at him. Kagami then said to Marinette, “That sounds delightful, Marihime. I trust you will still be joining us tomorrow morning?”

Marinette’s eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of playing the game with her friends all weekend long. “Definitely! I’m going to finish preparing for the school board meeting tonight so that we can play the second it comes out.”

“If you can wake up on time,” Chloe teased.

Marinette crossed her arms defensively and stated with pride, “I already set three alarms, thank you very much!”

Adrien burst out laughing at that. “Leave it to our everyday Ladybug,” he winked. Her face flushed as she pouted. He chuckled again and kissed Kagami on the top of her head. “See you later, mon coeur.”

She and Luka waved to the rest of the group as they left to return to their own schools. The three Francois Dupont students watched them go for a moment before returning inside.

“So, you and Kagami have plans?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah! Our parents gave special permission for a sleepover at my place tonight so we can play the game right when it comes out tomorrow.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit he had never quite abandoned. “But I’m not sure how often we’ll be able to be online with you guys after this weekend. You know how busy our schedules are....”

Marinette elbowed him lightly as they walked. “It’s a blessing you both managed to convince your dad and her mom to let you come to the launch at all! We’ll play together when we can, it’s no big deal.”

Adrien smiled gratefully at her and held the door open for both Marinette and Chloe as they entered the classroom. Alya was already there, and once she spotted her best friend (well, one of them), she skidded down the steps with a huge grin and held an invisible microphone up to Marinette.

“Thank you Nadja, and good afternoon Paris! This is Alya Cesaire, and today I am joined by young fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, can you give us an exclusive scoop on the trip you’re planning for your class?”

“Good afternoon Mlle. Cesaire,” Marinette giggled, “Unfortunately, the trip has yet to be approved by the school board so no details just yet. But I can tell you with certainty that we will be visiting the resident city of some popular American superheroes.” She winked as she finished in her best interview voice.

Alya gasped and dropped her pretend microphone as she hugged her best friend. “Really!? Oh my gosh girl, you are the best!”

Marinette laughed and hugged her back as Alya jumped and spun them around. Once they pulled apart, she told the brunette, “As soon as the school board gives me the green light, you’ll be the first to know.”

The late bell rang and the girls practically skipped to their respective seats as Madame Bustier called the class to attention. Well, “attention” in the loosest sense of the word. They struggled once more through the majority of their lessons, but Madame Bustier seemed to sense defeat and she let them chatter excitedly for the last twenty minutes before dismissal.

Kim and Alix were boasting about how they were going to stay up all night, while Max encouraged them to maximize the time they would be able to play the next day by getting a full night’s sleep in before the launch time.

Lila bragged about her role in the creation of the game from its conception to even having suggested the highly anticipated date of release. Adrien pointedly ignored Lila in the row behind his and discussed the music they had recorded and mixed for the game with a very enthusiastic Nino.

Sabrina looked on a little sadly until Mylene, Ivan, Rose, and Juleka invited her to join their Disney movie marathon double-date instead. Mylene was too nervous to play the game so Ivan chose to sit out to support her, and video games weren’t really Rose and Juleka’s style. Sabrina’s face softened as she gratefully accepted their invitation.

Nathaniel turned around in his seat to talk to Marinette about the art rendering and the programs they used while Chloe scrolled aimlessly on her phone.

By the time the bell finally rang, the class was beyond excited to go prepare for the launch the next morning.

Marinette, to her credit, swallowed her enthusiasm and sat down to fully plan out their trip to Metropolis. It was grueling work, researching the safest hotel that was still in a central location. It had to be affordable but not shabby, too, because they had a limited budget. She eventually settled on the reputable Wayne Hotel, apparently part of an enormous corporation called Wayne Enterprises, and then began to build an itinerary with different events from there.

She worked nonstop the rest of the night, with the exception of a brief dinner break, and it was nearly 11:00 at night by the time she finished. Marinette sat up from her desk chair and stretched, then double-checked that her alarms were set before finally heading to bed.

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