#Secret Admirer the Series

[mrvlbimbo]

His (not so) secret admirer, pt 2

pt 1/2/3/4

She didn’t mean to stand him up. That was her last intention. Emergency cheer team meeting be damned she really wanted to see him. But then her nerves got the better of her and she thought maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

So she went to the cheer meeting, spanning almost the entirety of lunch. And when it was over she really questioned if she should go, only making her mind up when she passed some freshmen in the hall whispering about Eddie.

“Yeah he left lunch all excited about something.”

“Probably a drug deal.”

“He doesn’t get that excited for drug deals, I think it’s about a girl.”

“Please, Munson have a clue with women.”

That made her choice clear, she had to see this through even if she was terrified. There was a reason she had sent letters rather than ever bothering to talk to him, she was terribly nervous around boys she liked.

One time in 8th grade she had tried to ask a boy to dance at their end of year formal and she threw up a heap of Hawaiian Punch before she even had the chance to say a word. Needless to say, she wasn’t very popular with boys her age.

But Eddie didn’t know any of this and what was he meant to think when he sat waiting for the whole lunch period and she never showed.

He was starting to get antsy, stepping from foot to foot and pacing around the table. Sure, she had seemed genuine, but what if it was all some joke on me? He thought.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of a twig breaking and a small yelp of surprise. “You’re late.”

“Sorry. Cheer meeting ran late.” She scurried over to the other side of the table, picking at the wood and refusing to meet his eyes.

“Third period is about to start. I don’t want to keep you from more important things.” He knew there wasn’t really anything she could have done differently but he was still miffed that she had chosen the meeting over him, further instilling his insecurity that maybe she wasn’t right for him.

“You’re important…to me” insecurity gone, he almost melted at that. He kept his face calm, stubborn as always and not ready to give in.

“Why letters?” He asked offhandedly, trying to hide the way his fingers subconsciously reached for hers.

“I just… didn’t think you’d like someone like me,” she admitted, staring at the ground awkwardly. 

He just stood up and started to walk away, taking her heart with him. He turned back just as she looked up, finally meeting her eyes. “I do…like you…for the record.”

She didn’t know what to make of that, gawking at him as he casually walked away. It took her a while to compose herself and leave aswell, making her late for class. 

Surely the rumors would start to spread but she didn’t care, she just needed to prove she was serious about him. 

Her plan set in motion the next day, confidently striding into the cafeteria and stepping right up to his table. However her confidence was short-lived when he looked over at her. 

She instantly froze, eyes widening as she failed to say anything. “Aw my girl is a little shy, c‘mere.” He opened his arms and motioned to his lap, very clearly inviting her to sit on it. 

“Uh. Hi,” she addressed the table, sliding into Eddie’s lap. She was assisted by his arms wrapping around her waist. 

“I was right, it was about a girl,” one of the freshmen commented. 

“Not just any girl. My girl,” he announced, using that name again. It made her brain fuzzy, any rational thought leaving her. 

“So, why are you here instead of with your friends?” He asked, wincing a bit at how condescending he sounded. He didn’t mean to be rude, but his insecurity was still peaking through. 

“I felt bad about yesterday,” she admitted, ducking her head down in shame. 

“Well I accept your apology. On one condition, hold my hand?” He asked, a sly smirk crossing his face. 

She admired the twinkle in his eyes, so used to watching him from afar, she wasn’t sure how to react to being the focus of his attention. “Y-yeah. Ok” 

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” he assured her, clocking her hesitance and trying to soothe her. 

“I want to,” she whispered, lacing their fingers together. He tried to contain his excitement, wanting to seem cool and unbothered. However, the self satisfied grin on his face gave him away. 

Her little touches were getting him embarrassingly “excited” He was already half hard and he hoped it was somehow hidden by the tight fabric of his jeans. 

“Would you…uhmmm. Maybe want to come back to my place after school?” He asked, the way he breathed sensually against her neck in direct contrast to the insecurity in his words. 

She turned to him, nodding and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Before he could even react to that she had scurried off his lap, leaving the lunch room as the bell rang. He’d have to work on that shyness of hers.

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[fyorina]

Will the poly skk series be in a canon setting or like it’s own thing. Like will they all be in the pm together or something else? I’m beyond excited everything you write is amazing

omg it's actually hard to answer this without giving spoilers but it's going to be POST canon - like it picks up where the anime left off (unless i decide to change it up a bit now that new content is coming out in the manga)

IM GLAD UR EXCITED I AM TOO THANK U LOVE BUG

[iamthecatwhotypes]

the letter (bts)

It started with an unsigned letter...

💘Pairing: Fem!OC x Yongbok/Secret Admirer | Sincerely AU 📚Genre: Sincerely... AU (m.list) | Romantic Angst 🔞Rating: 18+ ⌨Word Count: 4.4k ✋🏽Warnings: Unhealthy relationship (edging on neglect; quick to anger) 🗣Summary: Jinju's birthday started out rough... but a curious letter from a secret admirer gives her new hope. The problem is, which of her friends has a crush on her? 💌A/N: Hi! I'm new, but have been lurking for a while. I've had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to give this a try. If you have any constructive criticism or anything you want to say about this, please feel free to reach out. I'd love to hear from you! 😁If you want to read on AO3, you can! 🥰 I know a lot of people prefer to read a whole story when it's done. If you want me to tag you when this series is finished, let me know and I'll tag you when the finale drops.

There was something in the air that Friday night.

It felt… maybe a bit romantic, really. The sky had faded to a soft blue with fluffy clouds bathed in pastel pinks and oranges while the horizon was aglow in dazzling gold. Chasing after the cotton candy clouds from the east was a storm the color of spilled ink. They sprinted along the sky, gobbling up the half moon that hung low and bright.

Rainy nights were my favorite. I was convinced they washed away all the negativity of the day or week and left me with a clean slate.

Maybe it’ll sound a little crazy or overdramatic, but it felt like there was something fated in the crisp breeze that whipped through my hair. It felt like I was on the precipice of something exciting and new starting.

I loved the way it seemed like everyone around me was so happy while being bathed in the soft glow of the street lights that were flipping on one street at a time.

I loved nights like this. They made me think of home when I was young. I'd sit with my mom and brother and watch the lightning until either the storm ended, or I fell asleep. 

In my moment of nostalgia, I looked around for my boyfriend, Yongbok, hoping to wrap my hands around his arm and walk tucked up against him, but saw him already so far ahead of me that he was almost to the restaurant we were going to meet our friends at. 

I paused for a moment, my shoulders slumping against the sudden brunt of disappointment. My jaw went slack as my heart slid down my ribs into my gut and dissolved in its bath of acid.

Why was he so far ahead? He almost always walked with me. I mean, yeah, he was a much faster walker than I was, but he had a bit of height on me and naturally had a longer stride.

I blamed my outfit. I didn’t often wear skirts or heeled sandals. Even though the long champagne colored skirt I wore had a slit up to the middle of my leg, I felt awkward walking in it. It felt almost alien to dress this feminine. The bag I had brought was bulkier than I was used to as well.

I guess I felt a bit like a puppy that had yet to grow into its paws.

Despite all of that, he should have been walking beside me like a proper boyfriend would.

Although… we have been going through sort of a rough patch, I guess. We’d made plans to go out tonight to celebrate my birthday months ago. Maybe he felt like if he didn’t show up tonight, then all our friends would know we were having problems and he didn’t want them to notice. 

I hoped that meant he still wanted to try and work things out with me.

I heaved a sigh and hurried after him, nearly breaking into a sprint in order to meet him at the door. He held it open with his foot and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

A small part of me was worried he'd started to be embarrassed by me. I had gained a bit of weight since I stopped doing my normal dance classes. I didn't think it had been a lot, but I had caught him looking at my tummy a couple of times.

Maybe he was just excited for everything that we had planned to do tonight. 

I felt myself get excited at the idea he'd gotten me something nice.

Maybe he was going to finally propose and was just nervous.

Why would he be nervous though? It wasn't like I would say no!

I smiled up at him sheepishly when I lowered my head and slipped past him and into the restaurant.

I loved this restaurant. The walls were black and the lights that hung overhead were low. It smelled of meat and fish and spices.

It reminded me of how my family's house had smelled when I was a child and my grandmother was cooking.

I looked around, plastering a smile on my face and searching for my friends.

I spotted Namjoon’s freshly dyed purple hair in a far corner and grabbed Yongbok's wrist, pulling him along with me as I navigated towards the group, my smile full and authentic now. 

Yongbok pulled his hand from mine and skirted past me, almost bumping into a waitress with a tray full of sushi, gimbap, and a delightful smelling udon. 

She gasped and steadied the tray with her free hand, her mouth agape as I waved her on, apologizing quietly for his rudeness.

Why was he acting like this? He was being so rude and embarrassing!

I scowled at him and walked over to the table, forcing the smile to grace my face again as almost everyone looked over at me.

I could almost feel the judgement in their eyes as Jimin pulled a chair out for me and pushed it in as I sat while everyone at the table wished me a happy birthday. I smiled shyly at them and bowed my head several times in gratitude while holding my hands together in thanks.

Even though it should have been Yongbok seating me, I thanked Jimin anyway. 

He was always a gentleman.

I looked at Yongbok and sighed again when I saw him already deep in conversation with Jungkook who had just started getting a full sleeve of tattoos and, of course, Yongbok was curious about it. He’d wanted to get tattoos for a while now and Jungkook had been the only one in our friend group brave enough to start.

The tattoos I could see on his knuckles were hard to read in the quick moment I looked at, but they looked crisp enough to look decent.

“Look at you!” My best friend, Chaeyoung leaned close to whisper into my ear as she took my bag and admired it for a moment before hanging it from a hook under the table I didn’t know existed. “I bet Yongbok is just itching to get his hands on you tonight!”

She hid her giggle with her long, slender hand. I did my best to laugh along with her to avoid suspicion. It’d been such a long time since Yongbok had touched me… since he’d hugged me… I thought I would probably erupt with joy as soon as he even so much as held my hand.

“Well, you look stunning.” Chaeyoung continued sincerely before letting her eyes gaze at the candles flickering in the center of the table. She went far away for a moment. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I am a little jealous you have a boyfriend on your birthday. Mine was so lonely.”

I looked her over and scoffed. She was always so elegant with her high cheekbones, small forehead, and full hips that swung like a pendulum when she walked. She was everything I considered to be perfect. I couldn’t understand why she was still single. “You’ll find the right guy soon!”

“I hope so.” Her shoulders slumped enough for her collarbone to peek out from under the sleeveless black cocktail dress she wore.

I nudged her with my arm and leaned close, glancing around the table quickly to see who was watching us. “Have you told… you know… how you feel?”

Her eyes flicked up to the man who sat quietly on the other side of the table, between Jungkook and Namjoon, staring at a glass of water that was sitting in a pool of its own condensation. She shook her head and pulled her waist length black hair behind her ear. “No. If he likes me, he needs to approach me.”

“What if he’s shy?”

She gave a nonchalant shrug and took a sip of her red wine, the glint of the candles catching her long, almond nails painted in a nude shade. She thought carefully for a moment and met my eyes. “I think he likes someone. He’s been acting differently recently.”

I nudged her again as a pair of waitresses came around, setting steaming bowls of clear soup in front of us and taking our entree orders. “It could be you.”

She offered me a smile. “I hope so.”

We giggled together before beginning to eat our soups.

I looked around the table at everyone laughing together and sat back with a smile. 

I hadn't known anyone when I moved to Seoul as a teenager. It was only once I had met Yongbok that anyone at this table came into my life.

My life had become so rich and full with everything everyone brought to share with me.

I couldn't imagine my life without them.

“So… Jinju….” Jimin rubbed his hands on his trousers and looked over at me with a smile. I met his gaze and raised a brow, waiting for him to continue, watching as he ran a hand through his thick blond hair and cleared his throat. He shifted his weight and turned towards me. “What… um… what are we doing afterwards? I think it's been kept a surprise from us when, really, we should have been the ones to surprise you.”

I laughed as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes roving my face. 

His sudden attention on me was a little confusing for me. Jimin had always been kind, but I had written it off as him being polite to his friend's girlfriend. 

I couldn't lie though, it was nice to have a man talk to me so kindly.

Yongbok looked up at us too. His large eyes narrowed suspiciously while going from Jimin to me and back again.

That was odd. 

Was he jealous or had he just forgotten our plans? I couldn't be sure. 

I came back to myself and put on my friendliest smile while laying my hands on the wood table.

“But I love surprising you all! I hope you don't mind.”

I dipped my head shyly. I hoped I hadn't inadvertently caused offense. I really didn't think anyone would mind. I had never been a fan of birthdays and really just wanted the attention to be off of me.

Jimin chuckled and ran a hand down the black blazer he wore, waving the other to dispel my worry. He softened his hand and offered a gentle smile. “Of course not. 

“I thought that since we were so close to Lotte World, that we could go there after we eat and do a scavenger hunt. I have a little gift for the winner.” I had gifts hidden away in my purse for everyone though, but I wasn’t going to admit that now. 

“It’s raining now though, my dear.” Yongbok interjected, his deep voice tinged with a gravelly undertone, hinting that I was being ridiculous. He used the endearment to try and soften his tone.

“I…,” I didn’t have much time to respond before Taehyung piped up, his eyes still on his glass.

“I drove.” He pushed his white linen napkin along the edge of the glass before looking up at me first then quickly around the table and back to his glass again. He swallowed hard and shrugged a shoulder as the weight of the collective stare went to him. “I can’t fit everyone, but….”

He let his words fall away, thankfully saved by the waitresses and a pair of runners who came up to our table and laid our meals out before us.

I couldn’t help but notice Yongbok glower at him for a moment before whipping open his napkin and laying it over his lap.

What was wrong with him?

I glanced at Chaeyoung to see if maybe I was overreacting, but she was watching me worriedly as she plucked up a piece of beef.

I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but I knew it was hollow. I couldn’t lie to her very well.

We fell into eating a bit quieter than before.

I appreciated Taehyung stepping up to help keep my birthday perfect. At some point in time, without me even realizing, he and Jimin had become my friends too… genuinely.

I didn’t know what I had done to earn that, but I was very grateful. 

The world felt a little smaller and less scary with them in it.

Eventually, we finished our meals and looked outside to see the rain had become so heavy that the street was practically empty save for a few stragglers who were drenched and huddled into their jackets and wincing against the elements.

Jungkook was the first to speak, always quick and eager to help in any way he could. “I think we should take Jinju to the zoo tomorrow. Or… maybe the aquarium.”

Namjoon nodded, pointing at him as he clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on the table. “Namdaemun would be cool too.”

“Oh… the Seosomun Museum is close to there.” Jimin chirped, glancing at me as he crossed his legs and sat back in his chair. “We could make a day of it if we wanted to.”

“Oh!” Chaeyoung cried out and leaned forward, her brow pinched and her eyes narrowed. “We could go to Sky Pizza!” She turned to me and put her hand on my arm. “That’s Bong Joon-Ho’s restaurant in Parasite!”

“We’re taking a tour of Seoul tomorrow.” Yoongi suddenly spoke with a breathy, deep laugh. “We may as well go to the National Park Mountain Museum.”

“Where is that?” Chaeyoung pulled her phone from her purse and tapped the name into her map app then looked up with wide eyes. “Bro! That’s so far away!”

Namjoon smiled until his eyes were half moons and shook Yoongi’s hand. “I see you’re getting out more.”

“That’s almost in Gyeonggi! That’s like an hour away!”

I was about to say that I loved getting out of the city, but Yoongi spoke again, waving his hand, his pinky slightly curved.

“Jinju, what would you like to do tomorrow?”

Everyone’s eyes shifted over to me and it was suddenly hard to breathe. I blinked rapidly and felt my mouth grow dry as my jaw went slack.

I couldn’t choose the museum Yoongi had suggested even though it sounded wonderful. Chaeyoung would be too miserable travelling that far. I made a note to go there later on my own. I sat up straight with a bright smile, watching subconsciously as almost everyone mirrored my movement. “I think we should go to the aquarium, Seosomun Museum, and Sky Pizza. If that’s okay?”

I looked over at Chaeyoung as she wrapped her arms around mine with a giggle. “That’s gonna be so fun!”

“Let’s see if it’s still raining tomorrow.” Yongbok’s voice was drowned out by Taehyung and Jimin offering to drive all of us, which made him roll his eyes.

Part of me felt bad for him to be ignored. I knew he hated it, but maybe the others were ignoring him since he was in such a foul mood.

I tried to compensate for him by being the brighter one.

“I’m really excited. It’ll be nice to do some new things.” I smiled at no one in particular.

My eyes flicked to Yongbok as he clinked his shot glass together with Jungkook’s and threw his drink back. I hadn’t even realized the grapefruit soju on the table. Yongbok locked eyes with me and pointed at me with a grin on his full lips then poured himself another shot. He raised it towards me, waiting for a moment for our bewildered friends to quickly follow suit when they realized there was going to be an impromptu toast. 

“Here’s to our beautiful Jinju on her birthday.” Yongbok smiled and gave a chuckle, the mood brightening for a moment as our friends broke into a smile and parroted him before he continued, interrupting a few of them. “May we all be so accommodating.”

I thought I heard a hint of sourness to his tone that the others seemed to gloss over. 

I smiled and bowed my head in thanks to my friends before a crack of thunder shook the building and made the lights flicker. We jumped and looked to see if the building had been hit.

“I think that's our signal to go.” Namjoon finished off his beer and stood with the rest of the table following suit quickly. We followed him to the counter to pay.

“Thank you all for such a lovely evening.” I bowed to the group at the large double doors that were painted black with an ornate design painted gold in the center of both of them. “It was good to see you all again and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

I gladly accepted a hug from Chaeyoung, Jimin and Taehyung then shook hands with Namjoon and Jimin. Yoongi and Jungkook both gave me a small bow before looking out the windows as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky for a moment.

“I'll drive you home, Namjoon.” Taehyung patted the man on his shoulder as Jungkook fished his keys from the pocket of his black trousers and Yoongi pulled his black blazer over his tight black turtleneck.

“You two walked, right?” Jimin turned to us, raising his brow as Yongbok nodded, a sense of disappointment seeming to wash over him as his shoulders drooped a little. “I'll drive you home.”

I stepped up to him with a smile and held my hands demurely before me. “Thank you for your help, Jimin. Yongbok and I appreciate it very much.”

The tips of his ears grew red as he tipped his head away with a smile and ran his hand through his hair again as Yoongi swung the door open for us, his hand up to shield himself from the rain.

“Thank you!” I put my hand on his shoulder as I brushed past him, my skirt quickly becoming plastered to my thighs as the rain threatened to drench me entirely. He nodded and gave the fastest smile I had ever seen before looking away. 

Yongbok put his hand on my waist, pulling me close and guiding me quickly to Jimin’s car. He pulled away and sat in the front, leaving me to start to slip in the back before remembering I didn't have my purse.

“I forgot my bag!” I stood despite Yongbok's grunt of disgust and shielded my eyes with my hand as a waitress came out with my bag. I took it from her with a bow. “Thank you!”

“Jinju! Get in the car!” Yongbok yelled through the window at me as I opened the door and dropped inside, thankful for the quickly heated interior.

“Sorry.”

“It’s…”

“Next time be more mindful.” Yongbok barked over Jimin, glowering at me from his spot as I sank into the back of my seat with wide eyes. “You're ruining the interior.”

My jaw went slack.

I was so confused.

He’d never berated me in front of other people before, let alone his closest friends. 

I don’t think he’s even ever raised his voice to me before. Why was he being so cruel? And on my birthday too. 

It made my heart drop as I lowered my head while Jimin stared at him, his playful, sweet eyes now dark and hard.

He moved his jaw from side to side before taking a deep breath and holding his hand up, palm down, trying to diffuse the situation. “Let’s not let a little rain ruin tonight. This car’s been through much worse than this.” He laughed, bringing me, at least, a little lightness and I relaxed. “I was getting the car washed one time and forgot to roll my window up until I was being sprayed in my ear.”

“Bro… you did what?” Yongbok stared in confusion at Jimin as he covered his face with his hands and laughed. 

Perhaps it was mean of me, but it was nice to see him be humbled after being rude to me.

“Yeah, I drove home with all the windows down to try and dry it out.” Jimin sighed and looked back at me when I covered my mouth as I giggled. “But anyway, don’t even worry about it. You’re fine, I’m not mad.”

I smiled and looked up at him through my lashes. “Thank you, Jimin.”

Jimin tried to get a conversation going, but with Yongbok’s mood, the short trip to our apartment felt like an eternity.

Jimin pulled up to the curb and put the car into park, twisting in his seat and reaching back to smile at me. “Happy birthday, Jinju. I’m sorry it rained, but hopefully tomorrow will be better.”

“I'm sure it will be. Thank you again for coming out with us and driving us home.”

Yongbok was out of the car and opening my door suddenly, his voice . “Remember your purse this time.”

I tried to smile but my lips refused to pretend.

I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the car, waving to Jimin before hurrying to catch up with Yongbok who was practically at the door of our building already. 

“What's wrong with you?” I glared up at him, watching as he threw his hands up and walked away. He went through the door to the stairs and let it slam behind him. 

I stood staring after him.

What happened? What had I done?

All I wanted to do was cry. 

I felt my chin tremble and remembered that my clothes were still wet. Even if my heart was breaking, I had to go take care of myself.

I went to the elevator and trudged my way to our door and tapped in the code. I slipped inside and stepped out of my shoes, holding my purse to my chest.

It only took a moment for me to hear him playing a video game loud enough that I was sure our neighbors would hear the woman screaming alongside the gunfire.

I felt so completely defeated. This wasn’t how I planned on my birthday going.

I had been so hopeful that today we would play nice and maybe it would start feeling like we were a couple again.

I wiped my eyes and went to the closet, dropping my bag into its place in the corner of my side. I went into the bathroom and began to draw a hot bath with a healthy scoop of lavender epsom salt.

I sank into the hot water carefully and sighed as I laid my head against the pillow, completely encased in the water.

I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. 

What was I supposed to do? Was there anything I could do to save the relationship?

It was just a rough patch. All couples go through rough patches. I did love him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn’t want to just throw it away without trying.

The next morning as we were rushing to get out the door to meet with Jimin and the others he had picked up, I remembered at the last moment that I had forgotten my wallet inside my purse. When I grabbed it and yanked it free from my bag, a sloppily folded piece of paper fell to my feet.

What was this?

I crouched down and picked it up, tipping my head as I unfolded it, thinking it was a receipt.

Hello darling,

The words met me in a neat hand.

I drew a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder. It wasn’t Yongbok’s handwriting. Even when he did his best handwriting, this was remarkably different.

I continued to read it, grateful for the brevity of it.

I know I shouldn’t be writing this to you, but I feel that if I don’t do something to give me freedom from you, I’ll go mad. So, here’s the truth: I’ve liked you for a long time and wish you all the happiness and love in your life. You deserve the best life and to be treated like a queen. You inspire me to be a better man and I thank you for that. Although I don’t think you’ll ever know who I am, I am grateful to have you in my life.

My mind raced and my heart thundered.

Someone had… what? A crush? On me?

Who could this be? Why did they choose now to tell me? When had they put this in my bag? Had it been there for long and I just hadn’t noticed it?

No. It had to have been from last night since it was on top of my wallet.

I blinked several times as Yongbok called for me.

Someone from last night had a crush on me. One of my friends felt something for me.

Had they sensed things hadn’t been well between Yongbok and I and was aligning himself up to be my next beau?

Who was it?

I was going to end it there and wish you all the best, but my soul won’t let me sleep without saying the deepest secret I have. I know you’re taken and I am sorry to drop this in your lap now, but please forgive a poor, heartsick man because I do wish you were mine. Will I give this to you? I know I shouldn’t, but the thought that maybe, just maybe, one day it could happen, is to strong to resist. We’ll see what happens, I guess. But, for now, I am happy to have you as a friend. Take care. Eat well. Sleep well. Study well. You are loved.

It ended there without any mark of the sender.

I swallowed hard and felt my eyes prick with warm tears. I trembled as I brushed them away and stuffed the letter into my everyday bag.

I should have thrown it away. I should have been loyal to Yongbok, especially if I wanted to keep our relationship alive.

Why did I keep it?

I brushed past Yongbok, staring at his thin, well-shaped jawline and cool eyes and went out to Jimin’s car that was idling by the curb.

I looked up at the fluffy white clouds in the brilliant blue sky. 

Someone who loved me was looking at those same clouds.

What a strange and wonderful thought.

[spacestationstorybook]

found a little choose your own adventure story on‏‏‎ ‎fimfiction‏‏‎ ‎where you control‏‏‎ ‎rainbow‏‏‎ ‎and i was like omg...it's like we are going on the adventure together...it's like we're on a date <3 and then while i was trying to test out special endings and stuff i found a dumb "secret ending" that kind of ruined that for me in a way that left me slightly depressed. the universe fucking hates it when i have fun </3

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: AN OBEY ME!CYOA – SEVENTY THREE🔖

[ Make a wish ]

(Barbatos' affection reached MAX. You cannot raise his parameters any further on this route.) 

{  OPEN STATUS : YES

> approved

> displaying capture targets

Mammon : 85♡/100♡

Satan : 85♡/100♡

Barbatos: 250 /100 ♡ ⚠️ GAUGE OVERFLOWED⚠

CLOSE STATUS : YES

>approved  }

"Wish… . . . . . . I wish to be happy with you, Your Grace."

Barbatos' laughter brightened up Devildom's eternal darkness. He tucked the stray hair back on your ear and replied, 

"Don't you have any other wishes for your graduation? That is too easy a request to fulfill,my love."

It was almost impossible to imagine—after a few years of blood, sweat and tears and you've finally made it: you're graduating. What's in store in your future now? It almost feels like yesterday when you stepped into their world and met Barbatos and the Demon Brothers and now…

"Then…how about we renew our vows?"

"!!!"

Even with several years worth of marriage, you still couldn't get tired of the lovely way your husband blushed at your words.

"But this was supposed to be your wish and not mine…"

"Wishes are supposed to make someone happy, right?" You chuckled. "It would be hard to make wishes without involving you, Your Grace. You're undermining how much you make me happy."

"My love…"

"AHEM!” Someone coughed. You and Your Grace turned to the source of the voice and were met by the Avatar of Greed with his mouth in a frown. His blue eyes were looking away from the two of you, still not quite used with your intimacy despite being your usual, unfortunate “witness”.

“Oops, oops, my bad my bad. I choked on some'in–. . . . . .  d'ya guys mind?! There's people here, y’know! Do your flirting AFTER the student council meeting."

"I smell bitter in the air, Mr. Unrequited–" Someone else said, the snark in his tone as dry as the biscuits he handed to his enthusiastic twin who gobbled them up happily.

"Shaddup, Belphie! Ya know that was years ago!"

"I'm flattered, Mammon! I didn’t know I was charming enough that you can't get over me even until now~"

"Gah, you demon! Not you too!"

"But…I am one."

That’s right. It’s been a few years since you turned into a demon by your own choice. Those thousands of time loops had taught you the importance of time and permanence. If your fleeting human life would mean the person most important to you would feel that loneliness again, you’d rather give it up and be with him.  

“What is it, my love?”

A smile was a better look on his lovely face, after all.

“Mhmm, it’s nothing. I just suddenly remembered Miss Baum. I wonder how she’s doing?”

“...I won’t let you be taken as her wife’s apprentice.”

His reaction had been amusing. While not usually the type of person who would get jealous, he was rather competitive with the dimensional witch—a trait, you found out, had been shared by the two, if the interesting anecdotes from Miss Ruri were taken into account and were deemed credible (they most likely were). 

“Pfft! You’re still saying that?”

You weren’t the only one who has changed over the years. Barbatos had been more expressive–not like the “monster” he painted himself at all. While you think it would be a while until he embraces his origins as an awakened demon, both of you had plenty of time.

“I mean, I can’t blame Barbatos, honey. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Not as gorgeous as me of course, but if you would let me–”

"Please keep your hands off them, Asmodeus."

"Eek! Don't smile at me like that! You didn’t even let me finish what I said!"

"...I didn't take Barbatos as the possessive type at first but now…" (Satan)

"He's worse than Levi." (Belphie)

"Why me?!" (Levi)

You heard Lucifer sigh from the other side of the room. 

"...hah…this is getting nowhere. Why don't we wrap up today's meeting, Diavolo? . . . Diavolo?”

The said “Diavolo” was currently typing furiously on his DDD. As Lucifer peeked in to see what he was so preoccupied about, what greeted him on the screen was the young prince’s opened Doogle Chronos app, and numerous  scenic spots, with the word “wedding venues” on the search bar. . . . “…it would be prudent if you would let the happy couple decide on the ceremonies themselves."

The Demon prince looked offended at his suggestion. "But, this needs to be special!"

Lucifer sighed again–deeper and more exhausted. You almost felt bad for the eldest Demon Brother–ever since you turned into a demon, he seemed to be taking the brunt of everyone’s antics more than usual, including yours. 

"It would take a while to calm this crowd down. Why don't you two leave before things get worse? Aren't there a few more items left for your move?"

"Thank you, Lucifer!"

…but he didn’t seem to mind, no matter how exhausted he became. In the end, perhaps this cacophony is Lucifer’s own twisted way of relaxation. 

“Oh, and before the two of you go…” Lucifer turned to you and handed stapled sheets of paper. “We’re still missing Purgatory Hall’s and Arcadia Dorm’s signatures for the graduation party. Do you mind if both of you have the residents sign before the day ends?”

“No problem!”

The door shut, the brothers’ arguing still heard from outside. 

Good luck, Lucifer! (He’ll need it…)

“That reminds me…aren’t the residents in Arcadia consulting you about their restaurant booth for the party?”

Arcadia Dorm was one of the most recent dormitories added into RAD after the astronomical success of Lord Diavolo’s exchange program, and is the main dormitory housing the human exchange students. Apparently, your “brave decision” to become a demon to “be allowed to marry the love of your life” had moved the hearts of Devildom masses that they began seeing humans in a different light.

And…you can kind of understand. Transforming into a demon wasn’t easy. You had to undergo many trials, and even then, faced  Diavolo’s many political enemies after you became one of them. Not to mention those ridiculously difficult student council trials…you shivered at the thought of them.

“Are you suggesting we split up the task?”

You nodded.

“Wouldn’t that be easier? I still have a few items left in the castle.” Since you will graduate soon, there is no need for you to stay in the Demon Lord’s Castle anymore. Both of you had been planning to live together for a while now, but you were being held back by student council duties, among many other things.

“I suppose so…very well. Let’s see each other in a few minutes then?”

“Of course.”

Barbatos had been reluctant to part with you. He was surprisingly really clingy (in a good way) once you got to know him more. Thankfully, you had been able to hold back teasing him on how adorable he was.

You were able to spot some of the Purgatory Hall residents who still had missing signatures on your way to their dorm, and their own talks of graduation made you feel nostalgic.

It was a bittersweet ending, wasn’t it?

Purgatory Hall was originally the main dormitory for all exchange students until recent years. But now, mostly Celestial Realm residents reside there. In fact…

“Oh, hello Azrael! Is Luke around?”

The silver haired angel shook his head. He had always been a little quiet, but was a really sweet kid. 

“He’s probably in the garden.” His gaze had stayed on you for a while and you smiled. 

“Don’t worry, I can go there myself. Sorry for interrupting your chores.”

“Not at all.”

It was almost funny how Luke, the angel who had such strong oppositions to demons and Devildom was now the dormitory head of Purgatory Hall. And now, thanks to his support, his best friend, Azrael and his brother, Raphael are also attending RAD. You remembered how the little angel frequented the Demon Lord’s Castle to get baking lessons from Barbatos and now, he had grown so much. 

“Meow~”

Meow?

As you went inside the garden, you were met with Luke holding out his palms to a cat with gold and silver eyes.

“Ahh…do you not want to eat from my hands? How about this can of tuna then?”

It was a heartwarming sight. However, you couldn’t just stand here all day, cat watching with him.

“Luke?”

The angel was startled from the sudden voice, causing him to drop the treats he was holding out from his hands.

“Ahh! It’s you! You gave me a fright.”

“Sorry…you weren’t around Purgatory Hall, and I wanted to double check if I got everyone to sign the forms.”

“Oh? For the graduation party?” He dusted his uniform and stood up, holding out his hand. “Sure. Let me take a look at it.”

“Thank–”

Eh? Where did the paper go?

“Is something wrong?’

You nodded, panicking. The paper suddenly disappeared from your hands! You were holding it just a second ago–

“Meow~”

The cat with gold and silver eyes…with a piece of paper in its mouth... . . . . . . . . .

“The cat has my form!”

No! You shouldn’t let her get away!

“Luke! Don’t let her escape!”

The angel looked confused at the turn of events but nodded at you and went to the other side of the garden. 

“You naughty cat! Give it back!”

You didn’t have time for this. Barbatos should have been finished getting Arcadia Dorm to sign the rest of the forms by now. But here you were, playing tag with a random cat.

You heard Luke call your name.

“They’re heading to the garden maze!”

Oh, brother…

You dashed as fast as you could to the garden maze entrance. With all its paths blocked, the cat finally lost interest in the paper and put it down. 

“Wooh, finally!” You shouted to the other end of the garden “I got him Luke!” You saw Luke waving at you from afar. . . . . . . Huh?

You saw something strange when you picked up the paper from the ground

“Carnations?....”

…human world flowers were almost impossible to grow in Devildom soil. Carnation flowers in particular, were one of the most difficult flowers to cultivate. In fact, you don’t remember anyone from the gardening club mentioning carnations being grown here.

You picked up a petal from the ground.

“Meow~” and felt the cat nuzzling gently on the hand that held it. .. . . . . . . . . No…

[ How could you forget? ]

>After all you’ve been through… >After making that wish… . . . . . . . >You heard footsteps coming towards you…

“Luke…”

The tears couldn’t stop streaming down your face. The petal rested on your palm as your free hand handed Luke the form. 

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head.

“We forgot about them.”

“Them?” The angel repeated.

You nodded. “We forgot about Simeon and Solomon.”

Luke responded with a complicated expression. You clasped the petal in your hand and asked him, 

“So…where are they?”

But all he could say was…

“…who?”

[ What did he mean, who? Simeon and Solomon were… ]

“Don’t joke like that, Luke. You’ve been living with both of them since you started the exchange program! You know Simeon? He was your guardian when you went here! And Solomon was….”

You heard Luke call your name. He looked at the form again in confusion.

“Are you sure they aren’t new students? I’ve never heard of them before…”

That’s impossible!

“Simeon is an archangel from the Celestial Realm! You were the one always speaking fondly of him! And Solomon is the greatest sorcerer on earth! Wasn’t he called the Witty Sorcerer?”

Luke crumpled his eyebrows and looked like he was weighing in his words carefully. The silence was deathly long as his response dragged on.  But finally, he started to speak.

“I’m sorry but…there isn’t an angel named Simeon in the Celestial Realm. As for Solomon… . . .. . . . …he’s dead.”

Dead?

Luke’s words shook you to your core. The petal you held on your hand flew away with the rest of the carnations in the cool, Devildom breeze as you processed what he just said.

“I-I’m sorry…” Luke didn’t mean to make you sad. He looked really regretful of what he said. “Ummm…you’re right. He was the greatest sorcerer at his time…but he also died a really really long time ago. So…I’m sorry but…I think it’s impossible for us to be roommates in the first place.”

…you heard Luke call your name again.

“Umm…we can take a look at the forms again if you want. Just so we can make sure we aren’t missing any people…”

When you didn’t respond, he called your name again.

“!!!”

“Sorry, what was I saying again?”

“You said we were missing some people in the forms, right?” . . . . . . . . “I did?”

"If we're still missing those students' signatures, should we look for them?" 

"Huh?" 

"Eh?" 

"What are you talking about, Luke? You were the last person we needed to sign the forms." 

"But you just said-" 

"I said...what?"

What was Luke talking about? Did Lucifer forget to add new students in the forms?

"...that's weird. I was going to say something to you but I forgot."

"You know what, I forgot too." 

Weird.

You felt your DDD vibrate and excused yourself to open your phone. "Ah. I need to go. Sorry, Luke. This form looks all good to go. Thanks for your help!”

YOUR GRACE <3

ButlerBarb

Once you’re finished handing back the forms to Lucifer, can you please come to the Castle’s ballroom?

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END

The Castle Ballroom?

That takes you back. You remembered the thousands of times you entered the familiar halls in seemingly endless repeats. Your anxious ex-lover (now your husband) had been reluctant to say his goodbyes to you.

You began to realise you weren’t the only one worrying about your future together. That he had things he was scared about as well.

If not for the dimensional witch who had chanced upon the irregularity in one of her travels, who knows what would have happened to all of you now?

Thankfully, Barbatos didn’t have to suffer any consequences of using his powers without the Demon Prince’s permission. But, the thought that no one else but the two of you remembered the events was also bittersweet. 

You saw his lovely smile at the sight of you when you opened the double doors.

“I’ve been waiting for you,”

He said;  affection in every syllable he had spoken, and held out his hand.

“Shall we?”

And you would take it  and dance with him in the familiar tune.

It was the same song you danced together in your wedding. You knew the steps to the dance by heart, for you remembered the many times you practised it with him before your big day.

"Your Grace?" 

"Yes, my Duchess***?" 

You smiled and thanked him when he held you by the waist to support you when you turned. "It's been several years since I turned into a demon and I was wondering..."

"You do tend to wonder a lot."

You laughed again, pretending to pout at him. "Remember when you expressed interest in starting a family?***" 

Barbatos stopped guiding you.  You saw his eyes sparkle like emeralds.  The music continued to play on as he waited for your answer in anticipation. 

"My love?" He stuttered. You took both of his hands, kissing it. A ring that matched the one you were wearing sparkled under the chandeliers. You repeated the words you had said earlier.

"I think...I'm ready for it now. Let's start a family together."

You felt Barbatos wrap his arms around you, his voice trembling a little as he held you tighter.

"I want them to have the childhood I never had."

"Of course."

"I want them to take their own path with both of us guiding them along the way." 

"I wouldn't have it any other way." 

You heard him say your name again, and you hugged him back.

“Yes, Barbatos?”

“…do I really deserve to be this happy?”

You pulled him away from you to answer his words with a kiss.

“I love you, Barbatos.”

And he kissed you back.

“I love you too, I will love you for all of my life.”

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Disclaimer and Ending Explanation(s)

***Duchess is the spouse of a royal Duke. It has no gendered connotation in this ending and is only meant to distinguish a King's Royal consort to a ducal spouse. If anyone has more gender neutral terms they can suggest to a consort of lower status to a King, let me know in the comments!

***Starting a familyCan be interpreted in several ways. Either through adoption, giving birth, to taking in stray animals, etc. A family is very important to Barbatos who never experienced even a childhood, and this decision that he and MC had is a testament of him making peace with being an awakened demon, as well as his marriage with MC.

As the original Barbatos and "Your Grace" switched places, this means that his powers as a "writer" were also transferred to his counterpart. This means that in this ending, he has no memories of the other two writers, but does remember the time loops and Miss Baum. As you may have inferred, Miss Baum is a necessary "pawn" in the chess board so the narrative of the time loops would still be coherent even with the removal of the two writers in the picture. This is also why Christopher had commissioned Miss Baum's services in the first place, and is also what he meant with saying "I'm sorry" to the letter he addressed to Beelzebub. And yes, both writers are aware they will be forgotten once the time loop incidents are resolved. :)

Due to the similarities of dimensional witchcraft and dimensional sorcery, the abnormal happenings in the time loop can be correlated to dimensional witchcraft. Thus, fulfilling one of the conditions of his and Author's powers. (These inferred conditions will be explored more on the remaining Hard Mode Endings. :3)

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Can I request another DekuBob but with like the explosion gif- (and you can end it if you want to)

(I apologize, I’m just in a silly goofy mood)

If it makes you uncomfortable- I’m sorry. Thank you for your time.

what is the exploding gif 🤔🤔🤔

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I feel like I come up with the most stupid chapter names 😔🤚

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The Very Belated 2023 Awards!

Ha! I bet you fuckers thought I’d forgotten about the End of Year Round-up from 2023. Nope! I was just lulling you into a false sense of security. As though I’d miss the opportunity to take a massive, steaming shit on an entire year’s worth of human culture. So, what can we say about 2023? It definitely fucking happened, we know that much. But was it good? Was it bad? Was it a little bit of both? We know from my previous blogs that it produced some real cinematic and televisual gems, but are these a sign of culture self-correcting after the wilderness years or just aberrations bobbing about in the usual sea of viscous dreck? Well, 2023 is dead now, so if we want to find out, the only way is to split open its bloated carcass and start rummaging around in a bleak parody of the autopsy process. As always, I’ll be handing out gongs to things, artefacts and events from 2023 itself, but also just to shit I discovered in the relevant year. Here we fucking goooooooo!

The Birthday Cake Full of Puppies Award for Loveliest Surprise… … Goes, jointly, to Wild Blue Yonder and The Giggle, the two Doctor Who specials that weren’t the fucking Star Beast. See, after The Star Beast, I was thoroughly disappointed. A virtue-signalling, nonsensical mess that, while briefly entertaining, failed miserably to reach the giddy heights of Russel T. Davies’ initial run on the show and desperately needed a strong editorial hand to stop characters repeating themselves or needlessly referencing the hot pile of garbage that was the Chibnall era. I wasn’t expecting great things from the two follow-ups and only really watched them because I thought RTD had earned himself more than one chance to impress me. And whaddaya know? We got two fucking perfect Who episodes- one a big, genuinely unsettling slice of cosmic horror and one a bombastic, energetic extravaganza that resurrected a lot of fan-favourite characters, introduced a new threat for the upcoming Gatwa-era and just generally fucking rocked. Yes, I know the Xmas Special that followed was a bit crap (nautical-punk Goblins in Doctor Who? Piss off.), but it’s not fair to judge any season of Who on its associated Xmas Special, so we’re just going to let that slide.

The Throwing Keanu Reeves Down a Lot of Stairs Award… … Goes to John Wick 4, which threw Keanu Reeves down a lot of stairs. And was also a very good movie. But mainly this award is about the stairs.

The Blind Archer Award for Missing the Cocking Point… … Goes to the whole bloody stupid debate around A.I., which is broadly divided into two equally slappable camps. In the Soulless Silicone Silver corner, we have a bunch of hooting tech bros who think that they’ve invented a tool that obviates the need for talent and spirit and artistic vision because it (technically) allows any yeehaw with an internet connection to vomit out ill-conceived content ordered up from a computer terminal like the intellectual equivalent of an underwhelming drive-thru burger. Meanwhile, in the drippy, wishy-washy grey no-colour corner, we have a swarm of whiny, for-profit ‘creatives’ (and I use that word with enough sarcasm to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool), terrified that their soulless, talentless content will be replaced by the equally soulless, talentless content of fucking Skynet, thereby doing them out of a revenue stream they don’t bloody deserve. Nobody seems to be talking about how the new technology can be leveraged to create actual, meaningful art, not just content. Case in point, I’ve always fancied creating a TV series or film, but I don’t know any actors and can’t afford to pay professionals, nor can I afford the filming equipment and green-screen studio rental I’d need to bring one of my sci-fi or fantasy concepts to life. AI allows for the creation of virtual environments and actors based on original ideas, sketches and descriptions plugged into machine-learning-guided rendering software. These can then be assembled using a human-provided script (mine, duh) to create footage which can be edited into something cogent and compelling. It’s a terrific amount of work involving a wildly steep learning curve, but it’s an example of how AI allows working class creators without the resources of our middle-class wanker peers a way into visual mediums that we simply haven’t been able to access or utilise. Incidentally, I hope to start uploading short films made using this method sometime in the next month or two. Pluuuuuuuug!

The Award for Special Services to Doom… … Goes to the impending collapse of AMOC (or Atlantic Meridional Overturning Circulation), which includes part of the Gulf Stream and several other important ocean currents. It’s due to cease functioning within the next 100 years due to man-made climate change, most probably by the year 2100, when many of us will still be alive (albeit old as balls). Once it goes, the northern hemisphere will become colder, making agriculture functionally impossible in parts of Europe; the ocean-level will rise up to a meter in some places, drowning many coastal cities; the wet and dry season of at least one rainforest will flip, with the result that said rainforest may die, unable to adapt quick enough, which would make climate change even more extreme. Basically, if you’re rooting for the collapse of civilisation in the not-too-distant future, you can start polishing your Mad Max cosplay outfits, because shit’s about to go doooooown, boi! I mean, unless governments actually listen to climate scientists for a change and somehow avert this looming catastrophe. Ha! Yeah. Dream on.

The Lex Luthor Award For Pure Fucking Evil... … Goes, once again, to the Tories, who are always evil, but seemed to make a special effort to ruin everything for everyone forever in 2023. Aside from engineering a decline in the NHS so severe that people with agonising mouth infections can’t access dentists at short notice, they also tried to pass a bill that would allow them to monitor the bank accounts of people on benefits as a matter of course and continued to allow the dumping of waste directly into the sea, turning the coast of Blackpool brown with human excrement (it was, of course, they who repealed the environmental protection laws that used to make this sort of thing illegal). You really couldn’t make these people up. It’s like someone drew the word ‘CUNT’ on a whiteboard and then got a whole room full of cunt-experts to make a mind-map around it. Then they loaded the results into ChatGPT and the result was the Tory Party of Great Britain.

The Confused Mountaineer Award for Picking the Wrong Hill to Die On… … Goes to Disney, which spent 2023 losing money hand over fist. Even when its films and telly shows technically made some money, they represented such a reduction in the value of the associated IP that the company might as well have time travelled into the future, stolen all its own shares, and flushed them down a giant toilet. Obviously, I hate Disney and I’ve always hated them- I didn’t just jump on the band-wagon when the Internet collectively realised they were a bunch of tossers. I’ve hated them steadily and continually for most of my life for the very simple reason that they use fucking slave-labour. Their merch is made in fucking sweat-shops! Which is why it’s particularly hilarious that their loss of relevance as a producer of culture owes so much to their flimsy pretence at wokeness (which manifested itself as a series of interchangeable, tedious girl-bosses photoshopped inexpertly into franchises like Star Wars and Marvel whose profitability largely came from grumpy nerds who were never going to fall for that shit). Shoulda stuck to making family films for people with very low expectations, Disno! It’s what you’re good at! And yes, this award does only exist so I can laugh at the slow death-by-a-thousand-cuts of some dipshits I dislike. It’s just so fucking dumb! Like, these are people who regard anyone from a developing nation as a disposable component in a big machine for making underwhelming crap- an interchangeable cog to be instrumentalised and dehumanised until death. And yet the hill they chose to fucking die on was pretending to give a shit about inclusivity. Yeah. Disney are real fucking inclusive… they want everyone to buy their ill-conceived swill, not just pasty, dick-owning Americans. Brilliantly, in their mad scrabble for new audiences, they seem to have lost the one they had… while utterly failing to convince anyone else to jump on board. Because, let’s be honest, if you want to watch a film about the black experience in the US or about smashing the patriarchy, you’re probably going to go to Jordan Peele or re-watch The Perfection (not just a great feminist film, by the way, but a fucking balls-to-the-wall brilliant film full stop). You’re probably not going to rely on a string of bland, cookie-cutter studios owned and operated by the arsewipes still desperately still trying to wring the last few pennies out of pissing Star Wars.

The Greatest Sentence I’ve Heard All Year Award… … Goes to my wife, who recently went to see that Barbie movie that people inexplicably decided to shove in the same bracket as Oppenheimer. I don’t really object to the existence of this flick in and of itself, because it’s not really taking anything away from me- it’s just not for me, and that’s fine. Obvs, I did think it was slightly icky that Matel were putting so much effort into re-framing their plastic Anorexia Generator as a feminist icon and it was super weird that the message it ultimately lands on is ‘sex-based oppression is fine if you gender-flip it’, but I don’t have to care so, for the most part, I don’t. I certainly didn’t have any problem with my missus taking her daughter from a previous relationship and her/our kinda-sorta adopted daughter to see it. Because I’m not a sack of shit who demands that other peoples tastes precisely match my own. However, I really didn’t like the hype around the movie. I don’t like brightly-coloured, disposable dreck that only exists to sell toys giving itself airs and graces, especially not when that means 1-for-1 comparisons to, say, a really important film about the invention of the nuclear bomb and the political scheming and manoeuvring that surrounded it. Which brings us to the Greatest Sentence I’ve Heard All Year. After returning home from her cinematic excursion, my wife had this to say about Barbie: “I don’t understand what all the fuss was about- it was a pile of shit, really.” Bonus points for the fact that she still quite enjoyed it and this wonderful piece of commentary was delivered, in musing tones, as an assessment of its objective merits rather than a statement of personal preference. I married the right woman.

The Circus Midget Genocide Award for Gratuitous Punching Down... … Goes to the song ‘What Have We Become’ by Paul Heaton, who I usually like. The Beautiful South are one of my favourite bands (despite the fact they no longer exist), but ‘What Have We Become’, one of Heaton’s subsequent solo efforts, makes me genuinely uncomfortable. In tackling the Americanisation of British culture (which I agree is a problem), Heaton seems to take aim as much at the ordinary folks on the receiving end of this neo-colonialism as at the phenomenon itself. I don’t think that whether or not something ‘punches down’ is a meaningful criticism relating to a cultural artefact’s artistic merit. Sometimes, it’s necessary to call out the bumbling normal on their slack-jawed bullshit. But this just feels mean-spirited and indiscriminate. Yeah, Heaton, people enjoy the convenience of US-style fast-food chains and, as a country, we’re probably a bit addicted to the cult of needless enthusiasm that started in the States, but I’ve never met anyone whose more of a miserable cunt for eating a takeout pizza while watching a happy-go-lucky comedy like My Name is Earl, so maybe get off your high horse for a minute. Your music’s great for the most part, but I think I can answer the question ‘What Have We Become?’ based purely on the song itself. A prick. You’ve become a prick.

The Pluggity McPlugface Aware for Most Exciting New Press… ... Goes to X Press, which is technically the new fiction imprint of Poetry Bus Press, I think. They’re still getting established and the name is subject to change, but I met the couple behind it at this year’s T.S. Elliot Prize and… er… okay, this is the bit where I have to admit I have a horse in this race. See, the reason I’m so excited by this new press getting off the ground is that I’m kinda the reason it exists. I pitched the publishers a sci-fi novel I had loaded and ready to fire off, not really expecting anything to come of it since they’ve only done poetry collections before. But hey, it’s not every day you meet someone in the publishing world while surrounded by gold-leafed rococo architecture and canapés, so I felt I had to go for it. Anyway, just a couple of months later, they’re putting together a whole new imprint and my novel, Warning: Infohazard is going to be first thing to roll out of it! So yeah… I’m chuffed about that. Stay tuned for further updates.

The Nick Clegg Award for Accomplishing the Square Root of Fuck All… … Goes to the AGA and WGA strikes that swept through Hollywood like a damp breeze this year. I’m usually on the side of striking workers, even when I’m being personally inconvenienced. Tell me the bus drivers are going on strike and, even if I need to catch a bus that day, I’ll pretty much root for them to win the battle- the poor fuckers are woefully underpaid for a tedious and demanding job. Teachers’ strike? Abso-fucking-lutely: these people work hard to ensure the next generation actually know things and deserve far more respect and accolades than they’re accorded (except the fuckers who worked at Marpool Primary during the 90s- those loathsome reptiles can choke on dick for all I care). NHS Doctors and nurses? Yup: they literally save lives and we, as a culture, still fail to give them their due. Dustbin men? Fuck yeah. Warehouse workers? Definitely (if anyone ever lets the poor fucks unionise). You get the idea. But I have my doubts about the Hollywood Writers and Actors Guilds mob. At the end of the day, even the working schlubs of Tinsel Town mostly deserve a thick ear more than a raise. We’re talking about people who drive past Skid Row (the most impoverished ghetto in the States, the lives of whose citizens they could actually improve) on their way to work, then get there and, as part of their social media management, tweet a load of shite about the Cause of the Week in order to look switched on and progressive. We’re talking about people who will do long-winded interviews about how important their casting or hiring is for the direction of our society while, two blocks away, a homeless dude overdoses on smack because it’s slightly quicker than starving to death.We’re talking about people who sold out their souls to a studio system that only wants and only seeks to produce derivative dreck when it was paying them well and only seem to have noticed it’s fucking them in the arse with a strap-on the size of the Empire State Building now that it’s no longer scattering coins in front of them. Of course, there are good, honest people working in La La Land who absolutely don’t deserve the fucking the studio system is giving them and who don’t walk around thinking they’re Zod’s Gift to the Enlightenment, and- for their sake- one slightly wants the strikes to succeed. The problem is that it’s very hard to spot them, obscured as they are by an ocean of absolute raging bell-ends. All of which is slightly by the by, because this award isn’t about whether the strikes deserve to succeed… it’s about the fact they made no appreciable difference to the media landscape of 2023 whatsoever. We still got Oppenheimer; we still got John Wick 4; we still got Luther: the Fallen Sun over on Netflix; we still got that unexpectedly fucking delightful Slumberland thing and a whole raft of really excellent, joyous family films; we still got some pretty ace telly. Basically, the only thing there seemed to be less of was absolute shit-swill, but it’d be a poor lookout for the strikers if that was their doing and not just a statistical anomaly. Imagine that on a placard: “We fucked off and culture improved by 150%!” So yeah: sorry WGA and AGA- as much as my socialist principles want any strike against a large, corrupt corporate system to succeed, you’re just not very sympathetic and you’ve done the square root of fuck all to help yourselves here.

The Special Award for Unbridled Excellence... … Goes to What We Do in the Shadows (the TV series- there was also a movie that was pretty good, but that came out ages ago). Technically, the telly series started in 2019, but it was still going in 2023 and that’s the year I finally got around to watching it, so I think I can justifiably slap it on this list. A mockumentary about three vampires, an energy vampire and a familiar flat-sharing on Staten Island, its one of the most hilarious, off-beat, filthy, brilliant things I’ve seen in years. It’s also surprisingly well-meaning and, mixed in with all the really, really funny jokes (which I’m not going to spoil), the violence and the gratuitous fucking, there are some genuinely sweet, heartfelt moments about found family, the bonds of love and friendship and the redemptive qualities that can sometimes surprise us in the darkest of people and places. I’m not saying it’s high art or anything like that- it’s as daft as a brush and any stab it takes at greater, more grandiose meaning is somewhat undercut by all the other shit that happens in it, but it is one of the most entertaining things on telly and deserves your attention. Just don’t tell the normals, they’ll only fucking ruin it like everything else. Let’s keep this one just for us freaks, okay?

The Smurf Viagra Award for Bluest Balls... … Goes to Dune: Part 2, which was supposed to come out in ‘23 and didn’t. Which is a shame because it the first part was a fucking banger. Maybe we could credit its delay to the writers’ and actors’ strike? I mean, that probably had nothing to do with it, but it’s important to boost the self-esteem of the simpler members of the international community. Great job, guys! You got one!

So that was 2023, then: a year of malice and incompetence just barely redeemed by a few shining cultural gems. Now we’re two months into 2024, and it’s time to look forward before we collide with a brick wall. Until next time, I’ve been Secret-Diary and you haven’t. Bye-bye.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Next caller.

《 Pairings: College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader

《 Summary: Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

《 Warnings: Smut, 90s!Eddie, he's around 24 here. Phone sex, dirty talk, voyeurism, masturbation (female), sex toys. Eddie refers to the reader as sweetheart, good girl, and Miss caller. I didn't want to use y/n, so he's given you some pet names instead.

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A/N: Please reblog, comment, and like to show support. Not proofread. Please ignore mistakes.

Mini series masterlist

18+ no minors

Year 1990

Eddie was in his final semester of college with a very popular radio show. He became pretty much well-known on campus overnight. His radio show is known as "The Munson Experience," and it slowly became an overnight hit.

Fans of DnD tuned in for his hour of lore telling and tips on how to build up your fantasy world. Metal heads tuned in for his controversial opinions on bands. Others listened specifically for his special segments in regard to the topic of sex. Boyfriends called for advice on dating and different ways to get their girls off. Girlfriends called him to give thank you's and ask what they could do to repay the favor. He would have callers tell him their most outrageous stories.

Eddies show became popular very fast after he introduced his sex segment. He even became some what of celebrity at your college. He never used a different name or tried to use any type of anonymity. He didn't care if people knew him for his show or even liked him for it.

He was unapologetically himself at all times. You seen him around campus walking from one lecture to the next. Eddie would always wear an old band tee with the sleeves cut off, turning into a muscle tank. He liked showing off his tattoos. One arm fully covered in dark ink all the way down to the top of his hand. The other arm had a few tattoos scattered here and there. His hair was almost past his shoulders, and he had a small nose ring in his left nostril.

You'd always watch from afar as people would approach him to make small talk. The guys rushed over to invite him to their house parties and girls, giving out their personal phone numbers. It was no secret that Eddie knew how to please women. You heard the stories, and judging by his advice on his show, you believed them. He would even share his own personal hook up stories sometimes during the segment.

You and Eddie only ever had one class last semester together, but he never even made a single glance your way. You never approached him either, opting to just admire from distance and make your way to class. Every evening, you did, however, turn on the radio to listen to his show. Truthfully, you only listened to hear his voice. You had no idea what he was rambling on about most of the time, but you didn't care. His barritone voice was like warm honey to your ears. You found comfort in listening to him every night before bed. It was strange how the moment his show started, your stress of the day just melted away.

One day, you were going to call him for help about something you had never told anymore before. You already felt like you could trust him with this sort of thing. You were determined to speak to him even if you had to confess never having had an orgasm before. You don't know why you're putting so much trust into him, but you have.

You were desperate for his help and attention if you're going to be honest. You would lay in bed daydreaming about being in those other girls' shoes when he described what he did to them. How he would feel between your legs. Having his weight on top of you as you came undone beneath him.

Maybe you'll call in to his show tomorrow? What harm could it do? No one would even know it was you on the other line. You didn't have many friends on campus, so it's not like anyone would make the distinction so quickly. This would all be completely anonymous.

You just needed to speak with him. You never could work up the courage to talk to him in real life. You've always been too shy and easily intimidated. Eddie was a nice guy from what you could tell. There was nothing to be intimidated by at all. You would always get butterflies in your stomach when you saw him around. He made your stomach do flips when he flashed a smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks. You could never work up the courage to ever approach him, so you just settle for your fantasies instead.

A few weeks went by, and you still haven't called. Not that you didn't try. You would call and hang up when you heard what you assumed was an assistant answer the phone. The moment you heard, "Thank you for calling in to the munson." You slammed the phone on the receiver. Not even letting the poor guy finish his sentence. This situation was driving you crazy you were convinced he could and would help with your problem. You assured yourself he was the only one who could because you didn't want anyone else to.

You mope around your shared home with your roommate, Monica. She could tell something was bothering you but never pressed on the issue. You two weren't the closest, but there was a mutual respect and love for one another. She'd try to get you to go out to parties with her but knew not to pressure you. The moment she heard a no, she left it at that, shrugging her shoulders and leaving you be.

"I can tell something is bugging you." she asked for the millionth time that week.

You sigh. "Im fine, I swear -- just little stressed." You put on a fake smile heading back to your room, leaving her to continue getting ready her date. Hoping she won't ask you again, you locked yourself away for the night. There was a light knock at your door, and you heard your roommates muffled voice from the other side. "I'll be back late. Get some sleep, okay?"

You ignore her as she leaves for the evening. Flopping yourself back against your pillows, you turned to look at your phone. Then, glance at your clock, it read 10:45 pm. It's almost time for his last segment of the night. Should you call? Would tonight be the night? You rolled over on your side, staring between the clock and your phone.

You sat up quickly, snatching the phone and dialing the numbers. Your heart already pumping with adrenaline when you hear the dial tone. A lump in your throat builds from nerves and excitement. Tonight was the night, and you were not going to chicken out this time. You hear the distinct voice on the other end of the call. "Thank you for calling into the munson experience. What are you calling in for."

You struggle to find your voice for a moment. The man on the other end is waiting for you to respond, and he almost hangs up, thinking it's another crank call. "I'm calling to speak to Eddie." You're voice barely even a whisper that you needed to repeat yourself three times. Eventually, they put you on hold while they got ready for his final segment. You exhale a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding in.

The sound of the music they put you on hold to cut off and your stomach drops. This was it you were finally going to do it. Not only were you going to speak to him, but you were also about to confess something that always made you feel embarrassed. You know it's nothing to be ashamed about truly. Judging by the countless women who called in with a similar problem looking for advice.

The music playing on the radio fades, and you hear him greet you."Hi, thank you for calling in. How can I be of assistance?"

You struggled to find your voice yet again.

"Hello? C'mon, don't be shy. This is a judgment free zone here." He leaned forward in his chair, getting closer to the microphone.

"Umm, hi, I was calling for something I think only you can help me with." You're clutching the phone in a tight grip against your ear. Your hands are shaking, and you hope no one can recognize you.

He leans back in his rolling chair. "And who am I speaking with."

"I....I'd rather not give you my name." You stammered. Your anxiety is building up, and you are so close to hanging up.

"That's okay. We'll keep this anonymous." He replied.

His brows raise for a moment as he listened to you talk. You sounded a little too familiar to him, and he has a sneaking suspension he might know who you are. He won't out you just in case he might be wrong and also respecting your wishes to remain anonymous.

You take a deep breath. "Well, you see, I've never...I don't know how to say this."

"You never what?" Have sex or something? " He asked, but his voice showed no emotions.

"No...I mean I'm not a virgin or anything like that. I just....I've had boyfriends, and anytime we did stuff, I never-- finished." You confessed to him.

His eyes widened for a moment, and he felt a pain of sadness in his heart. He could tell you were scared to reveal something so personal like that. Especially to him, a total stranger on a live radio show with hundreds of listeners. "You never had an orgasm before. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Pinching the bridge of your nose." Yes, that's what I'm telling you."

"Huh, okay, have you tried getting yourself off, at least?" He questioned, spinning around in his chair. His assistant, the other side of the room, listened Intently to the conversation.

"Well you see that's my problem anytime I tried to make myself cum I just kinda give up. I get so close and right when I'm there... I stop." You blurt out as you feel a weight being lifted from your shoulders.

He ponders for a moment before responding. "And how can I help you with this exactly? "

"Well, I was hoping you could guide me through it." Your face scrunching up as the words left your mouth. You knew this was a dumb idea from the start. He wasn't going to help you, and any moment now, you're waiting to hear him laugh at how ridiculous this is. There's a long, almost uncomfortable silence.

Eddie, on the other side of the line in his booth, is in utter disbelief. Sure, he definitely wants to guide you through that experience. What guy wouldn't? He just truly can not believe this was happening live on HIS show. His assistant kept mouthing no to him, knowing this could end badly. Eddie doesn't care he's doing it. He picks up his old bandana that's been discarded on the table and wipes sweat from his forehead. He nods back at the assistant, signaling hes going along with it whether people like it or not.

Picking up his yoyo, he props his feet up on the table in front of him. "You want me to help you cum?" Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's what I want. I need you to help me any way you can." You're sounding more desperate than intended.

"Okay, well, miss caller. I think im the perfect guy for the job." He smiles tossing the yoyo back and forth to the palm of his hand.

You smile as the anxiety you felt early slowly fades away.

"What are we using tonight, sweetheart? Fingers or toys?" He asked tossing his yoyo aside.

"Umm, I have a toy I can use." You closed your eyes tight, answering his question.

"Do you want me to talk dirty to you while we do this, sweetheart? " He got his voice lower in the mic, causing your breath to hitch.

'Uhh, yes... I'd like that a lot, actually." You bite your lower lip, anticipating what he's planning.

A grin plastered on his face while his mouth gets unbelievably closer to the mic. His voice felt so close to your ear. Your skin prickles with goosebumps. "Are you laying back, sweetheart?"

"....uhh,yes, I'm laying in bed." Your voice shakey on the other end.

"Good girl, get nice and comfortable for me."

You involuntarily squeeze your thighs together when you hear him calling you a "good girl." You turn off your bedside light and let the warm glow from your candles set the mood.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, licking his lips.

"A shirt and panties." You replied, looking down at yourself.

"Yeah? wanna take those panties off for me." He continued on making his voice low and deep. Similar to his DM voice, he would put on during his DnD segments. A shiver runs down your spine, and you can feel yourself getting wetter. There is a small wet patch already forming on the thin lace material of your panties.

You moved and carefully dragged the delicate lace down your legs, tossing them across your room. "They're off."

"That's a good girl." He praised.

You lay there patiently waiting for him to continue.

"Can you be my good girl and grab that little toy you told me about?" He asked you, feeling himself growing hard as well. He still can't believe he's doing this but doesn't want to stop. "Do you have it?"

Reaching over to your bedside table, you open the drawer, grabbing the small vibrator.

"I got it." You whisper into the phone.

He readjusts in his seat, "Turn it on for me."

You do as he says and turn the small vibrator onto the lowest setting. That ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach creeps back in. You want to do this, but the thought of hundreds of people listening to you right makes you second guess the decision.

"On second thought, maybe this was a bad idea." You admit trying to fight back tears as a lump in your throat forms.

"No, no hey its okay. What's wrong?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"I--i just remembered there are people listening." You stumble over your words as you try not to cry. Feeling a little ridiculous that you're even going through with this.

He frowns to himself. " Listen, it's just me, and you okay? If you don't want to do this, I understand you can always hang up."

"Yes, please." You spoke sofly.

"NO!--I want to do this." You blurt out. Once again, there is a long pause as he's thinking of the right things to say. Eddie doesn't want to make you feel pressured. He wants this to be an enjoyable moment. "Shall we continue?"

"That's my good girl." He cooed.

You whimper lowly into the phone, but it doesn't go unnoticeable. He already knows how to get you riled up, and he hasn't even gotten started yet. "You like that, don't you?"

"You like it when I call you a good girl?" He teased.

You gulped into the phone." Yeah."

His assistant in the next room is chewing on his nails out of pure terror. He's never seen this happen before on a live radio show, and he just knows what a shit storm it could cause. Eddie doesn't seem to mind at all his focus and attention were strictly on you.

"I want you grab that toy and put it to your clit. Can you do that for me?" He gets his voice low again. Your nipples harden under the thin material of your shirt. You bring the vibrator to your sensitive bud and gasp when you feel the vibrations.

"Okay, sweetheart, now think of me between those thighs. Think of my lips wrapped around your clit sucking so so softly. Imagine my face buried between your legs.." He's breathing heavier into the mic. His cock getting painfully hard in his jeans "Are you thinking about it?"

"Mmm, y--yes I'm...I'm imagining you there." You gasp and moan in the phone.

"I know you must be soaked right now. I wish I was there with you, spreading you open with my tongue. I bet you taste so fucking good" He kept going his voice getting more seductive in your ear.

"Is this your first time thinking of me like this?"

A sly grin creeps up on his face as he probably already knows the answer.

"I bet you have. I'm sure you've seen me around our campus. You've probably wondered what it would be like having my thick cock deep inside you. I would make you cum so fucking hard." He's getting really into it now, and his heart races with excitement.

You sink further into your bed as the vibrator continues working on your clit. Your hips bucking up as you writhe on your blanks, taking in every word he spoke. The phone keeps falling from your ear the more relaxed you become. Your mind in a fog while you listen to him say the dirtiest things. No one has ever spoken to you like this before, not even your ex-boyfriends. "Hey, you there?"

You gasp, "Yes, I'm here."

"Great. I need you to try and keep the phone to your ear as best you can for this part. Now with your other hand, use your fingers to fuck yourself but keep that vibrator where it is, got it?" He sounded much more serious this time.

You kept the vibrator right where it was at while you gently brought two fingers to your entrance. You slide them between your wet folds, getting them covered in your juices. You bite your lower lip hard as you teased around your dripping pussy. You hear him groan in the other end of the phone and wonder if he's enjoying this just as much as you are. You gently dip your two fingers inside you, getting them as deep as they possibly could go. "Ooh! Fuck." You moaned in his ear.

"Yeah, that's it pretend your fingers are my cock sweetheart." His let out a shakey breath.

"I bet your so fucking tight. Just thinking about your tight pussy taking my cock is making me so hard." He's getting himself riled up.

He rubbs the back of his neck, trying to stay focused. "I'd have to take my time with you first. Working you open until you're ready to take all of me."

"Is it big?" You ask him meekly, panting into the phone while your fingers stretch you open.

"Fuck baby--id have you feeling so full." He groaned in the mic, struggling to keep himself composed. Clenching his jaw tight as he opens and closes his fists.

Eddies tries his best to resist rubbing himself over his jeans as he listened to you. He has to remember this isn't about him right now it's all about you. His sole purpose of the night is making you cum and he's determined you will.

Your fingers continue pumping in and out at a vigorous pace. The vibrator placed carefully on your sore bud while you try your best not to drop the phone again. "I can hear your dripping pussy from here."

His words turn you on even more, making you grow wetter for him. Your body is covered in beads of sweat as your face grows hot. Your pussy making a loud schlick noise with every pump of your fingers.

"Feel good?" He asked you with amusement etched in his tone.

"Yes, it feels so good." You let out weak pathetic response. "Oh my god!" You squealed into the phone. Desperately trying to keep it balanced between your head and shoulder. You're a moaning, whimpering mess, and you don't care how loud you're being. You've never felt like this before it's terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.

He laughs, rubbing his chin letting out a quiet grunt before speaking again, "You sound so sexy when you make those little noises."

His listeners are having a hard time distinguishing if he's getting himself off in the process or if he's just playing it up for the moment. They're used to his crazy antics, but this was something entirely new. They were all shocked and impressed they were getting to witness this.

Your fingers pumping harder as you curve them upwards to rub against that sweet spot on your walls. Your thighs shake as you arch your back off the bed. You imagined they were his cock instead pounding in and out of your pussy like this. You feel a tightness in your core building up, and you know you're getting close.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" He whispered seductively.

"S'close." You whined.

"That's it be a good girl and cum." Cum all over my cock." He groaned.

The vibrator on your clit helping to bring you closer to your release. You spread your legs them even further apart. You're moaning louder into the phone. You can't even hear Eddie's voice anymore. Fucking yourself with your fingers is becoming difficult the closer you are to your release. Your walls clenching up tightly around them, and your pulse quickening.

You plunge them in and out of your pussy faster. That coil in your tummy is getting tighter. The feeling is all too familiar, and you start to get scared. What if you can't get past this part? You're doubting yourself again. You let out a deep breath and relax your mind.

Your legs shut involuntarily, and the vibrator falls from between your thighs. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your first ever orgasm rips through your body with so much intensity. Your vision goes black, and you stop breathing for a second. The phone lays abandoned next to your head, having dropped it long ago. You can hear Eddie's muffled voice calling out for you.

Tears begin pouring from the corners of your eyes. You couldn't help getting emotional after all of that. Not only was this your first time ever being able to have an orgasm, but the entirety of the situation was starting to set in. You felt amazing, and Eddie did such a great job helping you along the way. There were just some insecurities starting to creep in that you wanted to keep away. He's the only man that's ever made you feel like this, and you hope maybe one day you'd find the courage to meet him in person.

Everything went dead silent for a few minutes except for a few sniffles you hope no one else could hear. Your body glistening with sweat and your thighs sticky with your juices. You're still coming down from your high as your tears slowly fade away.

"You there, sweetheart? You heard him ask from a short distance.

With shakey hands, you pick up the phone to your ear. "Mmhmm...I'm still here." Your voice coming out small.

"You did so good for me." He praised you one last time. "It's okay. I'm right here He reassured.

"How was it?" He asked, hoping you had a good time.

"It was overwhelming but amazing." You smile weakly into the phone. You can't see him, but he's smiling back.

"Yea knew I'd be perfect for the job. Haven't had one complaint yet." His cockiness coming back almost immediately. Just as he was about to reach for a pack of cigarettes, he noticed he's way over his scheduled time. His eyes widened in a panic as he locked eyes with the clock above him.

His assistant busts through the door, signaling that the show is now officially over for the night. Eddie startles for a moment before jumping out of his chair and yanks the mic up to his mouth to close out the rest of the segment.

He slams his hands down on the table enthusiastically. "GOOD!..GREAT!-- and that's it for tonight's show everybody thank you all for listening. Thank you to our lovely caller, and if you guys wanna see my band play, come visit us at The Hideout every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Especially you miss caller you can come see me anytime you like."

You listened to him give thanks to everyone when the song called "about a girl" from some band named Nirvana fades away his outro. You flopped back down on your bed. Your body is way too weak to even roll over your legs feeling like jello.

Laying there resisting the urge to fall asleep, wanting to savor this special moment as long as you could. You thought about what he said before hanging up. You were definitely wanted to see him soon. You had to after this night. You needed to finally meet him and maybe repay the favor.

[mrvlbimbo]

His (not so) secret admirer, pt 3

pt 1/2/3/4

Eddie Munson masterlist here

Soon as school was out she was rushing to his car, trying to avoid the watchful eyes of her cheerleading peers. She didn’t care what people thought of her, not when she was with him, but she had always been sensitive and she couldn’t help feeling scorned by their hushed insults.

All of that left her mind when she saw him, leaned against the side of his van, smiling widely just for her. “Your chariot awaits, dear.” He was waving enthusiastically and yelling across the parking lot, unconcerned with the rest of the school population gawking at him.

She giggled, picking up her pace again. She practically ran into his arms, him catching her easily and spinning her around. He set her back on the ground, kissing her forehead with a silly grin. “Someone’s excited.”

“Yeah,” she admitted, looking down at her white tennis shoes while his eyes were focused directly on her.

It was like that with her he had noticed, one second she was affectionate and confident and the next second she was avoiding his eyes and shrinking away from him.

She climbed into the van, still silent and looking away from him. Over the course of the ride his hand inched closer to her, cold palm encasing her knee after a long time of slow consideration.

It was seemingly the wrong choice since she flinched away from him slightly “Shit- sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

He tried to yank his hand back but she was faster, holding his fingers splayed on her thigh. “No… It’s ok,” she assured him, the force of her grip shifting his hand farther up. His thumb brushed over her leg, not missing the way her breath hitched at the contact.

“You like that?” She leaned against him, humming in contentment and letting him rub his hand over her thigh. She melted into his touch, which she was slowly becoming more familiar with.

“I like it when you touch me. It’s just- you make me really nervous,” she admitted.

“You wanna know a secret?” He squeezed her thigh, Eliciting a small gasp from her. “I like it too.”

When they arrived at his place he realized he hadn’t done anything to make it presentable. He ushered her in awkwardly, leading her to the couch in the living room rather than his messy bedroom.

They sat beside each other, an awkward distance between them. “Do you uh wanna watch a movie?”

She had been trying to work up the courage to look into his eyes for more than a millisecond when he interrupted the silence with that question.

“Mhm,” she answered, intently focused on picking at the fabric of the couch.

“Maybe something scary so I can get you cuddled up to me,” he joked as he fumbled around with the tapes and popped one into the player.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened, choking on the air in front of her in surprise. She still wasn’t used to his constant flirting as much as she did happen to enjoy it.

“You can sit wherever you want though, no pressure.”

“CanIsitonyourlap?” she rushed her words out, closing her eyes so she couldn’t see his reaction.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, absolutely.” He blushed, opening his stance so there was room for her and offering his hand to help her climb onto his lap.

She settled against him, legs splayed over his own and arms thrown around his shoulders.

Her hot breath puffed against his neck, easily distracting him from the movie. Her perfume that he recognized all to well from the nights he would spray some on one hand and shove that hand infront of his nose while the other fisted his cock. He never had thanked her for that vial of perfume, a very thoughtful gift indeed.

“You smell nice,” he whispered against the top of her head.

“You smell like weed,” she murmured, head foggy from his closeness.

He was delighted that she was finally getting comfortable, heart filling with joy at how relaxed she seemed. “Well in my defense, I do smoke a lot of weed.” He cradled her face in his hand tilting her head up to press their lips together.

Before they could touch her eyes widened, covering his mouth with her hands and falling backward now that she wasn’t holding onto him.

He pried her fingers off his lips so he could talk. “Hey hey I gotcha, don’t worry.” His arms wrapped around her, stopping her from tumbling off his lap and onto the floor. "I didn't mean so scare you, baby. I'm so sorry."

"I've never done this before," she admitted, finally getting used to looking into his eyes.

Or so she though, because her heart lurched in her chest when he gave her the most adoring look she had ever seen. "That's ok, take your time."

She grabbed his face with purpose, looking into his eyes intently. "I'm gonna do it," she stated, determined look on her face that he thought was absolutely adorable.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice breathy with want, slightly teasing her.

"Yeah." She didn't seem offended by his teasing, just a bit lost in his eyes. She was started when their noses brushed from their faces being so close together.

"What're you thinking about?" he whispered, his breath fanning over her lips.

"You're so pretty." She couldn't bear to see the reaction on his face so she finally took the last step and pressed their lips together. Once she initiated he was quick to take control, moving his mouth against hers as softly and sweetly as he could manage for her first kiss.

"I think you're the pretty one," he finally said, pulling back to admire her kiss bitten lips and awestruck expression.

She didn't bother replying, instead moving to straddle him fully and pulling him back to her for another kiss. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing but once she had gotten a taste for him she was insatiable.

Her hands rubbed over his chest as she explored his mouth, drawing lusty gasps from both of them. Especially when his hands started to move down from her waist to her ass. She whined when he squeezed, pressing against him more and shifting so her skirt rode up and exposed her panties.

"Mmph, slow down babygirl." He held her face firmly, stopping her kissing which she replied to with a sad huff.

"Was that good?" she asked innocently, batting her lashes up at him and biting her lip.

"Fuck yeah. It was perfect." He held her face, kissing her three quick times. None of them lasted long because he couldn't decide between feeling her mouth against his or looking into her eyes so he settled to switch back and forth.

"Then why'd you stop me?" she teased, nails curling into the fabric of his shirt and pushing their chests together. There was a lingering insecurity in her words, worrying that he wasn't as pleased with their kiss as he seemed.

"Because you're like a little bunny. I'm scared if I get your heart beating too fast you'll just fall over and die." She didn't bother to question how he knew that fact about bunnies and yet he had failed senior year twice, instead giggling at his answer.

"Edddiieee. That's not going to happen."

"Yeah but what if it does? Then I've got a dead girlfriend on my hands and we wouldn't want that, would we?" he pouts, taking his own words very seriously. He wasn't scared she would die like a bunny, but he was scared he would overwhelm her and he didn't want to do anything to scare her away.

"Girlfriend?" she asked, trying to hide just how excited that little word made her.

"Yep. Only if you want to be of course," he backpedaled, not wanting to come on too strong.

"I do." She smiled at him, movie long forgotten as she attached their lips again.

a/n I was going to put the smut in this chapter but I didn't want to post smthn super long so I think I'll put it in chapter four, yall can lmk ur hc for this series or ideas for new parts if u want <3

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You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

(SERIES ONGOING)

Last Updated: 9/8/23

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.

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Welcome everyone to the mini cyoa tutorial ! NSFW edition!

Cw: fem!reader, possible noncon, Yandere tendencies, dark content!

-This is just a small spin off series meant to help familiarize ourselves with the mechanics of the OG cyoa! Since it’s been awhile (>^ω^<) If there are any questions feel free to ask anything and I’ll answer to the best of my abilities!

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Current location: [on Campus] at {Zhongli’s Tutoring club}

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Secret admirer! Ayato wanted to surprise you with his presence since he’s been abroad for his studies for so long. He already knew your location since he’s got eyes everywhere tailing his favorite princess.

Secret admirer! Ayato conversing with Tutoring club leader! Zhongli trying to shoo him off so he can spend some quality time with you. But Zhongli remains calm and politely refuses any of his attempts to whisk you away. Since he states that as your tutor, it’s his responsibility to escort you home safely.

Both of them are hesitant to let you go with the other and are heavily distracted. So they wouldn’t notice if you decided to leave the study room by yourself.

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1st objective: find a way home

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—> {Opt to go home alone}

—>[Choose to go with Ayato]

—> <Choose to go with Zhongli>

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Votes end Tuesday midnight 🕛

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PSISLY: AN OBEY ME!CYOA – SEVENTY ONE🔖

[ “…I’m sorry. I’ll consider your feelings more. ] ⚠️

(Barbatos' affection +35) ⚠️

⚠️ (Warning: Abnormality detected. Capture target 『 𝔹 𝔸 ℝ 𝔹 𝔸 𝕋 𝕆 𝕊 』 @#$@#$$Q’s affection will increase dramatically.  Please proceed in this path at your own discretion.)

{  OPEN STATUS : YES

> approved

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Mammon : 85♡/100♡

Satan : 85♡/100♡

Barbatos: 95♡/100♡

Lucifer : 5♡/100♡

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CLOSE STATUS : YES

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The warmth of his breath on your fingertips equalled the fire you felt on your cheeks. You felt a mixture of embarrassment and hyper awareness as you attempted to withdraw your hand, only for it to be stopped by his own. He was breathtaking. There was a softness to him that you haven’t seen before. He looked like a child when he rested his cheek on your palm, pleading.

“Then, as a start…I wish for you to know that I feel the same way. I…want to be closer.” He looked up. “But…we can only be so close. So, thank you. For trying to understand.”

Truthfully, you thought he gave you too much credit. How can there be any trying on your part if you did not even know what you didn’t understand? His words were vague, leaving you with only more questions to answer. However, it was a step towards a favourable direction. He seemed less tense than before, and his breathing felt more relaxed now once he lied his head again on your lap.  

“I will also do my utmost best to be more candid with you.” Barbatos said. “Would my simple wish of having you alone here be enough?”

You chuckled, agreeing. “You didn’t have to ask.”

He fell silent for a while, considering your words. “I must. After all, I require your company at the expense of tampering with others’ time with you.”

That was a shock. Even he seemed surprised at what he said. “What I meant of course is…” He trailed off, trying to sugarcoat his words. “My thoughts are far more vulgar than you think. Even now, I-“

“?”

“…nevermind.” He harrumphed. “If I may, may I indulge in your previous offer of lounging on your lap for respite?”

You laughed. “You’re  doing it now.”

His blush grew a shade deeper. “So sleeping is permissible?”

“Is that what you want?”

You heard him whisper a ‘yes’ in agreement, then closed his eyes again. “I have always…liked the thought of it, I suppose.”

“And you don’t have to wonder about it now.” You smiled, stroking his head. You bent down and kissed his forehead, hearing him sigh in relief. It felt like a fraction of his fatigue had washed away. “I meant every word of what I said. I will consider your feelings more, so I hope you will consider yours.”

“Mhmmm…” It was a relief to see him finally droop down his shoulders and let his guard down with you(sort of). Even his best attempts to give you a reply despite your drowsiness had been very him. He was adorable! Seeing this side of him had been a sight for sore eyes.

As the lazy afternoon of your break passed, you started to marvel over his features. His lashes were unfairly long and curly, lips pink and soft—perfect for kissing-

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No. No. No!

You shook your head, blanking out your thoughts and zeroing in on the comfortable weight he felt on your lap. His hair was soft to the touch, and his little smile when you adjust your position to make him comfortable felt almost…illegal (how can he be so cute?). You still have no idea how this adorable man loved you, but you at least knew of your own feelings towards him. Truthfully speaking, he seemed too out of your league to even ever consider the thought of being together with him, so hearing him stew in his own private thoughts which he struggled to make known with you made that illusion of elusiveness gradually disappear. He felt closer. Real. So breathtakingly ordinary that you wondered why you had never entertained thoughts that he might want to get closer to you in the first place.

Your DDD buzzed several times beside you, but you honoured his plea to spend more time with you and left the messages unread. The dark sky on the courtyard only grew darker as hours passed. When you felt him stir, you looked down to see his green eyes were now peeking from his sleepy eyelids, gaze glazed and seemingly afar.

He whispered your name and frowned. “It had gotten this late already?”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. How do you feel?”

He sat up and smiled bashfully. “Refreshed.”

It was as if a switch had turned on inside him and he was back to the Barbatos you’re familiar with…

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“You have bed hair.” Almost. You held back a laugh when you saw him fuss over his appearance at your comment, overly apologetic.

“How unbecoming of me.” His face flushed again, taking you back to the Barbatos who talked candidly with you. It comforted you to know that he was letting his guard down with you. When he saw you frown as you looked at your DDD, he asked. “Shall I escort you back?”

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“…I am overjoyed by your lack of enthusiasm; however, we must really go.”

So pretending not to hear him didn’t work. You took the hand he offered and laughed. “All right, all right. You must go back to the castle, I presume?”

Barbatos shook his head. “To my estate, actually.”

A conspiratory smile curved up your lips as you gazed at his emerald eyes, and it was with glancing at you did he realise what you were implying. He cleared his throat. “I have room for one more guest to join me for dinner.”

“How about after that?”

“!!!”

(Barbatos' affection +70—) ⚠️

“I’m joking! Haha. I wouldn’t push my luck. We have plenty of time to get to know each other, after all.”

(The capture target’s affection parameter returned to normal.)

“Time…”

“Barbatos?”

Barbatos shook his head and smiled. “Allow me to continue escorting you.”

“Yes, I know. Diavolo said the same thing.”

“T-Then!”

“But that’s what seems strange. The alibi is too watertight. It doesn’t sound like Diavolo at all.”

Eek! So the saying was true about the walls having ears, and Lucifer’s eyes to be all-seeing. Perhaps that diamond on his demon form’s forehead was even—

“You’re thinking of something really rude right now, aren’t you?”

“What? To you, Lucifer? Pshaw! Never!”

As if not listening to you, he drummed his fingers on his desk as he sat there, frowning.

“Although what’s even stranger is Barbatos going this far. What is he hiding?”

Frowning, you defended your beloved demon. “He didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Ohhh? Quick on the defence, aren’t we? I believe the defendant has some personal feelings involved.”

“!!!”

Sighing, Lucifer shook his head defeatedly. “It’s not like I’m forbidding you to go on dates. But you went past your curfew. Next time, just tell me the truth.”

He walked towards you and rested his palm on top of your head. It was so uncharacteristic of him that your eyes widened at the gesture. “Devildom is a dangerous place; you are placed under our care because of the very reason. It was fortuitous that Barbatos had been your companion for tonight.”

“Sorry…”

Lucifer lifted his hand, your head now free from its gentle weight. “No word will be spoken of what was discussed here, I trust?”

Your eyes lightened up as you nodded understandingly. “Yes!”

You left Lucifer’s office with a spright on your step. Despite his scolding, you did not regret what you did. Your stay in the Devildom is nearing its end, after all. So it was only right to make every second with Barbatos count. You weren’t under any illusions that your relationship would continue even after the exchange program; after all, what are you to them but just some fleeting existence? Satan can say whatever he wants, but no amount of bouquets or sophisms would ever sweeten you to believe in such delusions.

…knowing that deep down, however…caused an ache in your chest.

You heard your DDD ring as you voiced out your thoughts. Barbatos’ familiar username flashed on the screen, and you scrambled past an indignant Mammon (whom you carelessly bumped into) as you rushed inside your room. You remembered saying sorry, bracing yourself for his relentless demand on your next inevitable meeting.

“Good evening. Am I bothering you?”

“NO!”

“No…” You repeated your words, a few volumes softer than your impulsive response.

“…it’s rare for you to call, is all.”

You heard Barbatos’ breath hitch from the other line, a small pause trademark of his thoughtfulness.

“I wish to change that, starting from now.”

You felt yourself smile at his words. “Can I contribute to such change, Your Grace?” You remembered his servants call him by the title—a title reserved only for Devildom’s highest ranking nobility; at least that was what Solomon told you when you asked him about Barbatos. He chuckled upon hearing your new nickname for him, humming in agreement.

“You needn’t ask.”

It was fun talking to him. He was still the same, reserved demon you learned to love, and seeing him try to break out of his comfort zone made that love deepen. On your several times spent with him, you learned so many things—his eyes often close when he’s smiling genuinely, his tone drawling a bit when he was sarcastic, his irrational hatred towards rats which you learned quite hilariously one busy day:

“Get out of my sight, pest.”

You heard him mutter softly to himself as he shielded you from the sight of the small, black rat he had found in the corner of RAD’s storage room. You were rummaging for old decorations for Class E’s request for play props when he had such a fortuitous encounter (tragic on the rat’s part). He called your name in an ominous voice.

“Be a dear and get me Solomon, won’t you?”

You were trying your hardest to hold back the laughter reeling in as you nodded at him and walked off, which only worsened once you tried to relay his request to the seemingly amused sorcerer who had inferred of the events by the vividness of your expressions.

He laughed a little laugh himself. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as your contagious ones made those little laughters slowly mimic yours. “So he wants his powers released for a small rodent again? Haha! He never changes!”

Knowing this was a recurring occurrence only seemed to make the situation even more hilarious; by the time both of you managed to reach the rat hating demon, he was chasing the said rodent with a broomstick.

“Hurry! I can only hold on for much longer!”

Dear god, he was so dramatic. But he was rarely dramatic so you relished on every moment. Stealing a glance at Solomon, you both nodded at each other and he started reciting a spell:

“Hear me, denizens of the darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, Solomon, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Bearded Timekeeper…Barbatos!”

A spell honouring their pact was a little too overboard to exterminate a rat. However, Solomon seemed used to  it and executed the spell with little effort. In a matter of seconds, the pesky rat was gone, the deadly glint on the timekeeping demon’s eye also diminished. When you looked curiously at Barbatos, who seemed at ease now that the “disturbance” was gone, he understood the question in your eyes and bashfully replied.

“I placed restrictions on myself which I only release on drastic matters.” He didn’t elaborate any further, perhaps understanding that the mere incantation being recited in front of you was an explanation enough. You didn’t bother to ask either. He has his own secrets to keep, and you’d rather he relay them to you when he was comfortable enough. Of course, having them stay as secrets didn’t matter to you as well.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Solomon waved a hand to both of you, preparing for a farewell. “Ah. Which reminds me, are you going to be partners for the bonfire dance?”

Preparations for the dance were not allocated to you but to the other council members and festival committee. You recalled Satan’s cat decorations being rejected outright, causing Levi’s approved proposal of using Studio Ghibli songs being met with indignation reflecting the fourthborn’s representative sin. Due to the damage that was caused by Satan’s outburst, the production was delayed by a day, and Satan had to bring home all the work affected by the aftermath as punishment.

“A cat themed bonfire dance…” You thought out loud and laughed. “Of course we will. We couldn’t let Satan’s efforts go to waste!”

He was trying to be subtle about sneaking feline into the banners and streamers too. Lucifer, had of course noticed but was too tired to argue so he turned a blind eye. It paid to know that the Demon Prince loved the idea, so now the “low-key” cat theme had finally been finalised, and Satan’s tremorous heart, wiling over his previous injustice had been abated.

Solomon had left shortly after your jovial reply, and you were left alone again with your committee partner. You smiled smugly at him, who now turned bashful after realising the weight of what he had done.

“I despise rats.” He met your eyes, cheeks dusted with pink. You leaned closer to his face and touched his cheek.

“Enough to use your pact to destroy the very sight of them, I suppose?” You weren’t scolding him—in fact, there was playfulness at your tone as he happily accepted your gestures and rested his forehead against yours.

“Have you come to hate me?” His reply was lighthearted as well despite the somberness of its syntax, mimicking the way your hands trailed over his face.

“What do you think?”

You liked it when he returns your flirting with his own. It was a sight of Barbatos exclusive only to you, and seeing how he had grown a lot less reserved in that area warmed your heart. You shoved away needling thoughts of your transience—it had no room for the last few days you had left with him. You smiled back when he answered your question with his own.

“Words can be so vague,” He chuckled, eyes pleading as his gloved hands touched your lips. “Your kindness made me a greedy demon, I’m afraid.”

Laughing, you pressed your lips on his own, chaste and sweet. “Is this enough?”

Barbatos breathed out, his free arm now around your  waist. “Only if you wish for my death, dearest.”

You…

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ᰔ CANDY GRAMS ft. rintaro suna

ʚ CW : secret admirer. manager! reader.

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every year on valentine’s day, your schools student body sets up a booth for candy grams. $2 to send a cute little message to your loved one with little lollipops and candied hearts. the line would stretch all the way down the hall with students eager to buy one, the end of the line grumbling at their time wasted when they heard the shout of “sold out!”. it was a huge tradition that the students never failed to miss, as it would always cause an uproar of excitement along with the funds being donated to whatever cause.

it’s your second year at inarizaki highschool, and you were luckily privileged enough to become the manager of the volleyball club during the second half of your first year, being a new student, despite the insane amount of girls who had applied for the spot. you had made it extremely clear that no, you were not interested in the twins, no, this wasn’t a plan to get one them to fall in love with you, and no, you weren’t a secret spy for a fangirl instagram account trying to gather information. all things accounted for, you were accepted into the position.

now as a second year, you had kept your word on not falling for the infamous volleyball twins who in reality were just dumb teenage boys that talked your ear off with their constant nagging and immature jokes. however, the one who had caught your eye was the middle blocker with the #10 jersey, rintaro suna. they never said you couldn’t have a little crush on him, right? and even despite having quite the interest in him, you would never act on it, as you seemed to be good friends with him along with the twins, not daring to ruin the friendship or break the trust with the club.

suna was a nice person to be around, his sense of humor was infectious and he was a good, more tame break from the rambunctious person known as atsumu miya, even though they did tend to occasionally get into mischief when together. he was blunt in the ways he showed that he cared, and you recall the moment you realized you had feelings for him when you had accompanied him at the store to get a snack before practice. he had asked you if you wanted anything, and you had told him you didn’t have any money with you.

“i didn’t ask if you had money. i asked what you wanted.”

it left you blushing for the rest of the day, walking out of the shop with a cookie in hand and hearing “why didn’t ya pay fer me?!” fall out of atsumu’s mouth in complaint. you knew in your heart you definitely couldn’t deny it now, you had fallen.

the date marked february 14th, valentine’s day, and just like last year, the halls were bustling in delirium as the line stretched from one end of the courtyard to the other. you slung your bag over your shoulder and continued to walk to your designated class, overhearing the cheers of the people who finally made it to the front of the string of students. making your way to class and taking your seat, you prepare to take on the day as if it were any other.

eventually, the period before lunch had rolled around, and the person passing candy grams from each class had reached your door. you could feel the anticipation of your peers as the student began dropping each one off to certain desks. 1 here, 3 there, 5, wow that’s quite a few.

after most of the class had received their special gifts, whispering the notes their partners had left for them to one another, you had expected the deliverer to make their leave and be on with it.

your assumptions hadn’t been correct, when you see that they had made their way to your desk.

“10 candy grams for miss l/n, here you go!”

wait what?

you caught a few quiet gasps and small whispers from some of your classmates as your desk had been filled with a whopping number of 10 candy grams. even you had wanted to gasp yourself, but you really did not want this attention on you.

after everyone had quieted down a little more, you took the gracious opportunity to check the pink slips of paper on each packet of treats.

“to: y/n.”

again, you checked another slip. then another, and another for good measure. to your upmost confusion, every single slip you had was completely nameless. before you could comprehend exactly what was going on with these mysterious sweets, class was being dismissed for lunch.

“buying candy grams for yerself? that’s pretty depressin’.” atsumu bellowed at you when you had walked up to your friends, arms almost overflowing with your gifts.

“im not that cheap, you idiot…there’s 10 here, and ALL with no name.” you scoffed back at him.

“maybe it’s yer stalker.” osamu had countered, eyeing the bags.

“oh yeah, how lovely that would be. quit trying to scare me, osamu.” you deadpanned. “where’s suna?”

“dunno. so, ya gonna share that candy or what?”

“really miya? you’re both holding an entire grocery bag of them. i’ll see you guys at practice.” you walked off, still pondering on the thought of who it could be.

you still hadn’t managed to find suna within the midst of this entire situation, wanting to get his input. despite the so called “thrill” of having a secret admirer, you didn’t really seem to care. you wanted suna, and you wanted it to be him who was sending you stupid pieces of candy and dumb notes. that however, is a wish that could never be granted no matter how bad you yearned for it.

it’s the last half of the day by now, most classes having been visited by the deliverer, disregarding a few. mostly extra candy grams were being passed to the people who didn’t receive them before lunchtime. you practically ignored the lesson your teacher was explaining, too caught up in your thoughts to listen. 10 candy grams, no name, suna has practically disappeared. when class had been dismissed, you passed by your locker in hopes of putting the treats in there for later, but when you opened the latch, you had yet another surprise waiting for you.

10 more packets of candy dribbled out of your locker, a couple landing by your feet as if to mock you. you scamper to pick them up with a huff, and when you start to shove them in with the rest in your locker, miserably failing to fit them all inside, you come to an immediate realization.

atsumu is the only person who unfortunately knows your locker combination, back when you had held his lost textbook for him until he could get it back.

it dawned on you in an instant, of course, this was atsumu’s idea of humour, a perfect valentine’s day prank.

you roll your eyes at the idea of the twins antics, but also began to feel a tinge of sadness when you came to your conclusion, a hint of hope in the back of your mind that maybe, it was the one your heart had longed for who was up to this, but you’re quick to shut it down. with an upset slam of your locker, you head to the gym.

feet that slowly skid onto the concrete stairs was all that could be heard, and your shoes squeek against the vinyl flooring of the inarizaki gym when you enter. as you prepare to tell off atsumu, a voice interrupts you.

“what’s up with you?”

it was suna, his head cocked to the side with a slight furrow in his brow.

“im trying to find atsumu, he’s really done it this time…”

“and what did he do?”

“he thought it would be a funny idea to prank me! on valentine’s day of all days! sending a mountain of candy grams that won’t even fit in my locker…there wasn’t even a name on them. and it made me think…” you interrupt yourself before you accidentally say too much, “it’s just dumb yknow?” you huff.

“i figured you would think something dumb like that.”

“… huh?”

suna starts to dig into his bag, hand reaching in and then back out. one of his arms extended out to you, holding one of the same cellophane bags that had been taunting you all day.

this one held a cookie, the same kind as that day back at the store, and when you open the note, you can feel yourself grow lighter.

“to: y/n.

you’re kind of a dunse.”

and this time, there’s an indicator of the sender on the slip of paper, in the same handwriting as all of the others.

“R. S.”

you look to suna with widened eyes and a growing blush to your cheeks, your mouth slightly ajar when you ask him,

“…it was you?”

suna softly smirks at you, his hidden facade of mischievousness breaking as he replies,

“yeah, you should really think before you trust a miya with your locker combo.”