#haha help why is this show so random?

[coquelicoq]

things i learned today:

my stepdad doesn't like the word obituary. why? well i can't be 100% certain because i asked no follow-up questions, but based on the way he relayed this information ("i don't like to use the word [lowers voice] oBITCHuary") i have a pretty good idea.

"we have to google meet" (as in, call each other on the Google Meet app) and "we have to google 'meat'" sound identical and i will interpret it as the latter regardless of how little sense that makes in context.

some drinking glasses have a little divot at the top of the handle into which my thumb fits perfectly!!!!!!!!

apparently when you find yourself at a branch of the library that's closing in three days for renovations, you should go ahead and check out all 11 books you have an eye on, because the computer will give you a due date SEVEN MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE. even though you could return the books at any other branch! jackpot.

[randomuzerthelozer]

Insanity is infact wirting a long and over complicated rewrite(or at least making up a concept for a long and over complicated rewrite), that keeps in old plots you actively dislike BECAUSE you have this like "they could have acctually make this decent" but also adds new plots that you think would have been better, Knowing dam well I'll never post it

[jade-len]

please help i just had a dream where svsss was a dating sim. so, of course i tried pursuing shen qingqiu, but it ultimately backfired because suddenly he realized that he was in a dating visual novel?? and since i put myself as a guy, he just refused to show up to special in game events to avoid me interacting with him???

and obviously i was like "wtf why isn't he here?" when he didn't show up. then at some point i explored the area, and the screen suddenly zoomed in to show sqq talking to sqh (supposedly telling him all about the little situation). next thing i know, both of them are slowly turning their head to stare at the screen in pure and utter terror

also in some part of the dream, i think i did some liu qingge events or something and as his affection levels rose, he would continuously jump scare me by popping up out of nowhere and go, "its not like i like you or anything!!" while covered in blood and holding out a demonic beast head as if it were a box of treats

anyways, totally random question guys haha if i made an svsss visual novel dating sim would you guys play it. no reason in particular at all.

[ja3hwa]

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【Synopsis】 : The thought of Wooyoungie being a photographer at your college campus, but he is completely obsessed with you to the point he starts stalking you...

『Word count』 : 701

-> Genre: Stalker au. Suggestive. College Au

Pairing: Photographer!Pervi!Wooyoung x Artist!Reader

[Warnings] : Stalking. Toxic behaviour. Breaking and entering. Lude thoughts. Wooyoung can't help himself half the time. Socially awkwardness. Toxic relationship??? The illusion of smut. Mention of horny books, hehe.

Note: So I had a random thought while watching a show about a photographer and a darkroom concept about a Pervi!Wooyoung and since of @shinestarhwaa sending me a request, haha I thought this would be perfect.

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He had this red room he went to every day alone cause he wasn't very good at socialising. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't have any friends, no, no. He's got friends, but they just don't understand the importance of capturing the world in a single frame. No one is better than a still image in a frame.

Until you came along.

You were like a walking art piece. The perfect picture in his eye. beautiful at every angle. When you smile, when you laugh. The way your hair frames your hair or the way you match your clothes to your body shape perfectly. Everything screams perfect.

You are the definition of perfection.

Wooyoung would fantasise about you. Creating scenario after scenario of how he'd say hi. What your first date would be like. How you would look underneath him as he pounded into you with his—

That last thought he was not proud of.

But oh, could he imagine. He took photos of you without you knowing. They started off innocent, of course. You simply walking to class. Sitting under the maple trees on campus or hanging out with your friends. Then, he would get closer. Following your home, just to make sure you got there safely, no other reason, of course. He found you left your side window at the end of your kitchen unlocked and slightly agape to let this stray cat in. A black cat.

Silly you.

The first time he snuck into your house was none other than thrilling. He didn't dare go into your room or any with a closed door for that matter, just in case he woke you. No, he would rather sit in your lounge room, taking in the homey scent. The smell of pine wood timber and vanilla. He noticed you had a bookshelf filled with such a variety of novels. Wooyoung, of course, had no clue what any of them were... Court Of Thorns? Hooked? Touch of darkness? Den of vipers? Hunting Adeline... 

He had to remind himself to check them out later. 

After sneaking in the fifth time, he decided to risk opening a few rooms. The bathroom first where he would sniff you body washes and perfumes, becoming entranced with the scent. Your study, looking through only a few book shelves. And then Finally your room. The way you slept made his breathing hitch.

Perfect even in slumber.

He wanted to capture it. But alas, he was afraid. He wasn't a creep after all. No, of course not. He just snuck and broke into your house and watched you sleep. No, not creepy at all. You were is muse after all. Just something to admire, he would never hurt you.

He watched you sitting across from him during one of the classes you shared. You were stretching. Again. Your nose seemed to be constantly in that art book or one of your novels for that matter. 

By the tenth time he broke in, he spent his time looking through your study. He wanted to find that damn stretch book so he could see what interested you so much. Why would you rather look in a book rather than the elegant world around you? To his surprise, he found it sitting under a bunch of papers and such. He sat down in the chair while taking a deep breath, opening the sketch pad with caution and a mix of curiosity, but what he found was not what he was expecting. Every page, filled with erotic sketches. Monsters, People without faces. Even yourself and...

Him.

It was drawings of him and you, together in lude positions. 

"I was wondering when you were going to find it." Your voice made him jump, closing the book as quickly as he could. His wide eyes darted around the room, freaking out. Not knowing how to react. Or what to say. you, however, just waltzed over to him, pushing the chair back slowly, letting it roll against the floor. He was frozen, just watching you sit on his lap facing him before turning to the desk.

"Come on, you haven't even gotten to the good ones yet."

Turns out you were just a perverted as him.

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[svnarin]

roommate!suna isn’t playing around this time

“why are you looking at me?” 

“hm?” suna tilts his head in response. 

you raised a brow at him who was just sitting right next to you on the couch, eyeing his current posture—chin resting on one of his palms with olive eyes just looking at you with such.. interest. 

there was just silence on his end, and you couldn’t keep yourself from cracking a joke. “what? you wanna kiss me or something?” 

“yeah, sure.” 

you almost choked on your own spit. his response was unexpected, but you also think it was your fault for saying something so random.

“haha, funny.” you flicked his forehead with a fake smile on your face.

“who said i was joking?” suna’s head inched closer to yours. “i think you’re forgetting that you were the one who asked first.” he smiled.

you still doubt him even when he says he isn’t joking, but your heart still can’t help but start racing by the way he’s looking at you.

“so.. can i really kiss you?” suna asked.

testing the waters, you nodded and said yes. you remind yourself that you’re just testing the waters even though deep inside you, you’re not.

suna smiled at your response. he started to slowly lean into you, making you lean back and press your back on the couch. 

you are still so confident that he was just playing around, but you are immediately proved wrong when you realize that he’s now on top of you. one of his hands is on your waist while the other is on your chin. not only that but his face is now so close into yours that you can feel his breath.

everything felt so slow as you felt his lips brush yours, but it sooned turned into a fleeting moment when all of a sudden there was a loud knock on the front door. “suna! can you go by our house in the meantime and show ‘samu the proof that i won earlier?”

shit. it’s atsumu.

“way to ruin the moment,” suna tsked as he got off you. “he could’ve just texted me,” he scowled under his breath.

you are left frozen on the couch, still processing what the hell just happened within the past three minutes.

suna thought that if it weren’t for atsumu visiting unannounced all of a sudden, he would’ve kissed you stupid right then and there.

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[birdy-bat-writes]

You've Got the Real Thing Right Here

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

A/N: I kid you not, I wrote this in 30 minutes in a Gatorade-induced, TikTok-fueled romantic fit of filthy feelings. So…it’s probably not edited well and I’m so sorry haha. But I hope you like it:D

Summary: You come across a scene in a book and wonder, is this really attractive? Luckily, your boyfriend is there to show you that it really is.

Content Warnings: almost smut, really borderline smut, fluff, Jake being a sweetheart, Jake being way too hot to handle, and some swearing. Let me know if I missed anything :D Minors DNI!!!!

Word count:  1047

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You didn’t usually get many days off, so today was a rarity. Your boss left for a personal vacation and since there was nothing to do at the office, you were told that you simply didn’t have to come in. It was impromptu and random, but you knew exactly how you were going to spend it. There were only 8 more chapters left in your book, and you’ve been dying to find out of the two love interests finally get together.

It was a little cold out today in San Diego, another rarity. After a warm shower, you slipped into some cozy leggings and your favorite of all your boyfriend’s sweatshirts; a gray and burnt orange Longhorns crewneck subtly scented with his cologne, your perfume, and the smell of brownies from your shared baking excursion last weekend. You opted out of wearing anything under the sweatshirt because why not? It was your day off, after all. With a cup of hot chocolate, you sat down by a window and opened your paperback to its little crocheted bookmark and let yourself sink into the story.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed by the time you closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. You started at 10:00 am and now it was 3:00. Emotions were swirling within you, and you couldn’t help but twirl around your living room, smiling. They finally got together! Oh god, that was so cute—and a few pages later, so hot. Still grinning like an idiot, you decided to head on over to the kitchen and grab lunch. You microwaved last night’s leftovers and let your mind wander. Every romance book you’ve read has the same scene; the guy leaning on the doorframe and looking down at the girl. What’s up with that? It makes you feel warm every time, and you just know that whatever scene comes next is bound to be good but what the heck makes a doorframe attractive? It’s just leaning; something you do every day.

Your thoughts were interrupted by keys jangling at your door. Jake was home! You leant over in your chair, putting yourself in his line of sight. “Hey, Babe, welcome home.” Jake could hear the smile in your voice.

“Why, thank you, Darlin’. What’s got you in such a good mood?” he asked, walking over to you and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing much,” you replied as he walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. “How was work?” Jake started talking, and you’re sure you heard some of it but from here on out, another thought consumed your mind entirely. Jake isn’t that much shorter than your kitchen door….

“…so I told him that was crazy. Right?” Jake looked to you to find you absolutely spaced out. “Y/N? Everything okay…?”

“Uh, yeah! Sorry, what were you saying?” Jake grinned, amused at the light blush that was dusting your cheeks.

“No, no, what’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing, I promise.” You insisted, standing up to join him in the kitchen entrance.

“Sweetheart, you’re great at a lot of things,” he started, putting his hand in yours, “but you’re a shit liar.” You giggled with him and looked down.

“Okay, okay. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Alright, uh,” you didn’t expect to suddenly get as shy as you did. “Could you just put your hand up here, on the doorframe corner and like, lean over a little?” Jake, with his Gatorade still in hand, looked down at you, confused, but still did it anyway.

“Like this?”, he asked.

“Yeah! Now, bend your elbow a little. Lean naturally into it.”

“Is there a reason for this or…?”

“Satisfying my curiosity.”

“Gotcha.”

“Okay, perfect.” You took a small step back, one hand still on Jake’s chest to get a look at the full picture and…woah. Okay, now you get why curiosity killed the cat, and why every book had this scene. It was freaking hot.

Jake’s green eyes were darkened by the shadows of his lashes and his lips had the slightest shine from the Gatorade. God, you bet he tasted like lemon-lime right now, and his posture…you knew he was tall, but did he really always tower over you like this? His biceps were on full display along with the tan skin of his neck and, god, he was so close, and so big and his cologne was intoxicating. You felt hot.

Jake saw it immediately. He knew that look; he saw your lips part and the way your legs squeezed shut. Oh. He took a long drawn-out look at your figure up and down and he knew you were done for.

Smirking, he asked, “Y/N, Honey, you okay there? You look a little red.” A teasing tone lacing his voice. He reached toward the coffee table to put down his Gatorade and he saw it. It’s that book you’ve been reading. There it is. Jake curled his hand around your waist, snaking it under your his sweatshirt, making you shiver as he pulled you close. His fingers were icy against your hot skin from holding the cold bottle. You gasped when he pressed you flush against his chest. “All this because of a book?” he took his other hand down from the doorframe to place it on your cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. “Baby, you’ve got the real thing right here.” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours before pressing into you for a rough, heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his waist while his fingers pressed into yours. He peppered kisses along your jawline, feeling the warmth of your skin on his. The sensation of his stubble on your neck went straight to your core and made you whimper, an act that tore down what little resolve Jake had left. He pulled away and took you by the hand out of the kitchen.

“Jake, why’d you stop?” You uttered, breathlessly.

“I didn’t. Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“The bedroom. Oh,” he took two steps back to the coffee table and reached for the bottle of Gatorade. “Better take this. You’ll need it by the time I’m done with you.”

Moral of the story? Read books, stay sexy.

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[theroundbartable]

Arthur is out with a couple coworkers whom he isn't out to. They keep encouraging him to flirt with random girls, so eventually he does due to peer pressure.

The moment he does, Merlin steps in and rants him into a pulp for harrassing those girls (who happens to be one of Merlin's friends.)

(It's the hackling from the background that ticked Merlin off, Arthur barely said anything.) Arthur's coworkers fight the fight for him but Arthur himself is more than intrigued by Merlin's courage.

After that, Arthur visits the bar more often. But he doesn't get to talk to him because Merlin doesn't like him and ignores him. At some point, Arthur becomes desperate and asks one of his girl friends to assist him to get Merlin to talk to him... By staging that he's harrassing them (they are in on it) and Merlin feels the need to step in... Time and time again until Arthur is kicked out from the bar for life.

When the bartender tells Arthur that he has to leave, Arthur's desperation grows even worse and he begs to be allowed to leave one last message. He writes it on a napkin and tells him to give it to Merlin.

"sorry for being a pratt. You're cute and I didn't know how else to talk to you!

Here is my number: xxxx-xxxx"

Naturally, Merlin thinks it's either a prank or that Arthur handed it to the wrong person, so he texts Arthur pretending to be Elena, the last girl arthur "harrassed". Btw, all Arthur's "victims" somehow ended up befriending Merlin and encouraging Arthur to keep trying because Merlin is single and his only flaw is that he doesn't listen when someone tries to explain to him that it was all a scheme.

Elena (Merlin): you gave me your number, are you serious?! You got kicked out for harrassing me!

Arthur: sorry, Who is this?

Elena (Merlin): this is Elena, the blond girl you attacked?!?! You do that often?!

Arthur: you have a new number? Jesus, Elena, I almost had a heart attack. Do you know if Merlin got my number yet?

Elena (Merlin): ???

Arthur: and why are you texting me like that?! Is he watching? Am I supposed to write something?

Elena (Merlin): I have this number from the napkin the barkeeper gave me

Arthur: That doesn't make sense, Elena. I have your number saved! I've known you since kindergarten! Why would you say that?!

Merlin: So... You MEANT to send it to me? This isn't Elena, btw, this is Merlin. What do you mean, you've known her since Kindergarten?!

Merlin: ...

Merlin: hey, why aren't you answering?!

Arthur: hey

Merlin: what?! The hell?! Why would you give the barkeeper your number to give to me? And why do you know Elena?!

Arthur (Morgana): Hello, this is Arthur's sister, my name is Morgana. My dear brother is currently panicking because he thinks you're cute and he would like to date you. But he chickened out because you actually texted him and that's why I had to take over.

Merlin: yeah... Right

Arthur (Morgana) it's true though. He asked some of his friends to help him get a rise out of you. He's truly pathetic, but he showed me a picture, so I get it. Elena and Mithian are just some of them. You can ask them, too.

Merlin: wait... What?!

Arthur (Arthur): I can't believe she told you that

Merlin: you

Merlin: what

Merlin: is this a prank

Arthur: can't you just reject me already, I'm dying over here.

Merlin: no fucking way.

Merlin: If you're actually some sort of decent person, no way I'm missing out. You're hot

Arthur (Morgana): this is Morgana again. Arthur is panicking again. Saturday 2pm?

Merlin: sounds good to me.

Merlin: I'm flattered... Haha

Arthur (Morgana): you should be. I've never seen him so excited. You're gonna have an easy game.

Arthur (Morgana): okay, I gotta go, he just passed out.

Merlin: oh... Okay. Thank you?!

[lovelyiida]

mha guys confessing their feelings<3

INCLUDES: BAKUGO KATSUKI, EJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI

GENRE: fluff, light-angst

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

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KATSUKI BAKUGO

• we all know this poor guy would be a mess.

• constantly checking if there are wrinkles on his perfectly ironed uniform (that took him several hours to do the day before).

• making sure that his spikes were in all the right places, twiddling with his hair strands making sure the point is so sharp your hand could be sliced off if you touched it. Not that he wants to hurt you…

• reciting his lines over and over until his mouth gets dry.

• this man is a mess, and it’s all because of you.

‘damn chick, you’d just had to’ve sat next to me on the first day of training.’

Bakugo thought to himself whilst adjusting his tie for the seventh time today.

it’s true to think that you were a force that couldn’t be pushed away. first day of classes and you walked straight up to him, with a bright smile you extended your hand out to shake. rolling his eyes, he gets up and walks away.

but you never knew that his fate with you would be sealed beyond that point.

from constantly ignoring you, to always making random conversations. you even became his go-to sparring partner, leaving a sad Kirishima in the midst.

‘she’s just a better partner, no hard feelings bro.’

from the beginning of the day to the end, you guys were always together. It was a simple joke made by Denki, one day, you all were sitting at lunch, chatting it up and making regular convos.

Denki realized that you and Bakugo were having a whole other conversation from the table. Silently chuckling to yourselves, hitting his shoulder when he says something funnier than the last remark (most likely talking shit about his classmates). Denki shows a devilish smirk.

“so, how long have you guys been dating?” the table confused as to who he was talking to, your eyes narrow. “huh?” you say, bakugo looks up at him, confused and pissed off because he was in the middle of a lovely shit-talking fest with you.

“y’know…” Denki looks and you and bakugo, signaling that he was talking about both of you. Mina’s blank expression becomes ecstatic. “You guys are dating?” she yells.

You and Bakugo’s eyes widen, you start the shake your head and wave your hands. “oh no, w-were just friends, right?” looking at Bakugo he swallows his spit.

“Yeah, we are.”

“We’re just fucking friends, and if I hear any of you guys spread rumors, I’ll have your guts on a platter by the end of the fucking day!” slamming his fists into the table, everyone jumps.

getting up from his seat, you try to call him back. But it was no use, angrily muttering to himself back to the dorms.

“fuckin’ crush on her? why the fuck would I have a crush on her?”

“they’re all dead wrong.”

they’re all dead right.

I mean, looking at it from his point of view, he couldn’t help himself.

same sense of humor, great sparring partner, same interests, same music taste, and you were fucking hot? it was only a matter of time until he couldn’t deny the facts any longer.

now here he is, nervous as all get out, with a bouquet with your favorite album in one hand, and a teddy bear in the other.

blowing his breath into the air he smells it, making sure it’s up to par, you complained to him yesterday that his breath stinks when he yells in your face. so he took note of that.

“you look like a loser.” Kirishima laughs at Bakugo’s nervousness, if it wasn’t for all the time he spend on himself he would’ve thrown him into a wall, he couldn’t today, not with you on the line.

“whatever.”

“dude, just walk to her room, knock, and tell her how you feel. it probably won’t come as a shock since everyone knows you have a crush on her.” his last few words make bakugo growl in curiosity.

“what the fuck do you mean, everyone knows?”

Kirishima gulps and scratches his neck, “n-no reason! I guess they all caught on like we did haha.” he laughs nervously, obviously lying.

grumbling, bakugo pushed past him on his way to your dorm.

“you got this dude!”

“yeah, sure, whatever.”

he hopes that you say yes to his proposal, you don’t even have to be his girlfriend, a simple date would make him happy. but he would love it if you were his and only his.

walking towards your door, he swallows his spit. Nervousness lingered around him, palms beginning to sweat as heat rises from them. taking in a deep breath, he knocks on your door.

“you got this.”

he waited for a bit, no answer.

huffing his breath, he knocks again, a little louder than before.

no response.

“shit,” he curses to himself.

he swore you weren’t busy around this time, and yes, he did remember your schedule. letting out a sigh, he hangs his head low.

“there’s always tomorrow—“

“always tomorrow for what?”

jumping at your voice he turns around, his cheeks burning as he sees your figure. it looks like you just left the convenience store.

he hasn’t been this nervous since the entry exam, he hasn’t been this nervous since…ever.

“uh, hey! I thought you were in your room and—“

“is all that for me?” your voice softens, walking closer you set your stuff down to take what Bakugo has from his hands.

“yeah, stupid shit I put together…don’t think your special.”

you chuckle at his statement, “thank you bakugo, even though it’s not even my birthday.”

“yeah, whatever.”

grabbing your other stuff you open your room dorm and head in, but before you shut the door your look at him.

those big, stupid, beautiful eyes of yours.

fuck, you’re beautiful…

“is that all you’re here for?” You coo, looking away nervously, he sighs.

“tch, yeah.”

smiling to yourself, you nod.

“okay well, goodnight Bakugo.”

“night.”

closing the door behind you, you set your gifts and groceries down.

5 minutes or so pass, as you settle yourself in. What just happened? why was Bakugo so damn nervous to talk to you? you’ve never seen him look so startled before.

looking at the basket that was gifted to you, you couldn’t help but smile. Taking a picture of the basket, you were about to send the picture to the “1A Chicks” group chat when you hear a banging at your door.

startled, you scurry to open the door, “Bakugo? what’s wrong?” you asked. looking at him, he frowns. “You’re what’s wrong.”

confused you shake your head, “w-what?”

rolling his eyes he curses, “fuck it.”

pushing himself into your room, you yell. closing the door behind him, you were even more confused now.

“Bakugo, what the hell is your problem?” you yell. As he walks towards you, you walk away. every step you took back, he took a step forward. slamming yourself into the wall you look up at him.

Bakugo corners himself into you, leaving no room for Jesus. pressing his body up against yours, you stare at his face, noticing how his cheeks are pink and his breathing is stagnant.

a moment of silence passes by, you noticed your noses touching. you feel his breath on your lips, warm and soft. looking into his amber eyes, you chuckle a little.

“if you’re thinking about kissing me, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Bakugo lets out a huff, “and why would I even kiss you out of all people? I hate you.” Squinting your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at his denial.

“so you did all of this just to tell me you hated me?”

Bakugo stares into your eyes, “yeah I did.”

rolling your eyes you adjust yourself, trying to free from his grasp until he leans in. you let out a small gasp, as his lips touched yours. He was kissing you.

closing your eyes you kissed back, melting into the feeling of his lips on yours. His arm snakes around your waist, giving it a squeeze as he deepens the kiss.

this goes in for another 10 seconds until you back away for breath. the world could’ve stopped moving and the both of you wouldn’t have known. staring into each other’s eyes, scared that if you look away you’d lose this moment forever.

Bakugo leans in one more time, a quick peck before he lets go of you. he nervously puts his hands in his pockets.

“I assume you do this to all the girls you hate?” you questioned.

“no, only the ones I like,” he answered.

“so, you don’t hate me?” you laugh, he rolls his eyes at your statement.

“no I don’t hate you, I like you dumbass!” he yells.

“don’t yell at me, I just wanted you to admit it,” pulling him by his shirt you plant another kiss on his lips. a small smirk shows on his face.

“Whatever.”

DENKI KAMINARI

• has zero fucking rizz

• tries so hard to be someone he isn’t just so he can impress you.

• he just needs to realize that he doesn’t have to go all out to impress you because just being him is enough for you at the end of the day.

• at first, it was funny to his friends seeing how bad Denki would try to flirt with you.

• the cheeky one-liners were cute, but now they were starting to be just plain corny.

“woah, you’re all scuffed up from hero training today huh y/n?”

it was the end of training today for class 1-A, you were around some of your friends sitting on the ground, Denki decided to walk up and start some conversation.

“yeah, Iida got me pretty good today.” you sigh, letting out a defeated smile.

“looks like you just fell from hell!” Denki laughs.

confused, you tilt your head to the side. looking over you see Mina facepalm, Bakugo next to her pinching the bridge of his nose.

“do I look that bad?” you snort.

Denki’s eyes widened, “no you don’t! you look the opposite, that’s what I meant!” he nervously rambled.

“I-I meant to say you fell from heaven because you’re all cut up, a-and you’re an angel— because you're pretty!—“

“you think I’m pretty?” a tinge of hope carries through your tone.

“Yes!— No!— I mean—“

Watching you get up from the ground, you become quickly uninterested in the rest of his ramble. Mina frowns and lays and hand on his shoulder.

“hey, Denki, you can torture y/n some more during lunch time m’kay? we need to get changed before the bell.” Mina saves the day, pushing you away from Denki as you laugh at his awkwardness.

“nice one, playboy,” Bakugo smiles and punches Denki hard in the shoulder earning a wince from him, bakugo chuckles to himself and walks off towards the locker room.

Denki sighs in defeat before following Bakugo.

Now it was lunchtime, and everyone sat down happily eating their food as they finally get a break from their rigorous daily schedule as heroes in training.

Denki watched you from across the table, staring honestly.

He saw the way you’d laugh with Bakugo, the way you whispered into his ear, leaving the both of you to snicker to yourselves.

He hated it.

So he did something about it.

Walking over to your side of the table, he sees the way the both of you look at him. You show a soft, inviting smile his way…whilst Bakugo’s expression could be a bit better.

Sitting across from you two, he takes in a deep breath and exhales.

“CANT you see we’re having a conversation?” He spits. Denki rolled his eyes at his venomous remark.

‘god I’m going to regret this’

“Aren’t you tired of being such an asshole all of the time?” Denki snaps.

“Hah?” Bakugo leans his head to the side.

Denki snorts, you watch in amusement at his antics. This makes his ego boost.

“I mean, it’s like you’re constantly on your period or something! Like, lighten up a little man!” He laughs.

“I’m gonna light up your ass real soon toaster head if you don’t leave me alone! And I’m asking you nicely.” Bakugo growls.

“I mean…he’s a little bit right” you jump into the conversation. Watching you lean your head on your hand, he can’t help but think about how hot you look right now.

You’re helping him.

“you can be a little agitated at times” you side with Denki.

Frowning even deeper Bakugo lets out a dark chuckle, standing up from his seat he stomps over to Denki.

Denki becomes so busy looking at you look at him that he forgets that Bakugo is looking over his spirit at the moment.

You shoot him a look, telling him to look up. So he complies.

“Is there something you need?” Denki says with a snarky tone.

“get up.”

The death glare stings into his very being, bakugo’s amber-red eyes burning into Denki’s golden ones.

“Make me” a smug smirk shines brightly off of Denki’s lips.

Of course, Denki didn’t have time to revel in his interaction with Bakugo. Because the next thing he knew was that he saw a flash of light and he was flying.

He flew so fast, it felt like he flew all the way to the recovery office.

eyes fluttering open, Denki whines as the hard white lights above him shine into his eyes. Tossing on his side he curls into a ball, hugging himself closer to the bed. he groans before letting out a deep sigh.

“Denki, are you awake?” A soft voice rang out into the silence.

He knew that voice.

Quickly turning over his eyes grow wide.

“Y/n?” He breathes out, earning a half-hearted chuckle you nod. He could tell you were worried about him.

“Oh my god, Denki, what we’re you thinking back there?” you scold him.

“I…I don’t know,” Denki frowns.

“You and I both know that we shouldn’t buck up to Bakugo like that unless you’re looking for a death sentence! Why the sudden change of character?” You asked, a frown still visible on your lips.

Your lips…

Denki was going to talk about how he just felt like pissing off bakugo, but then he realized how close you were to him. Only a hands distance from your face, his eyes travel down to your pursed lips.

They look so soft, so warm, so sweet.

So his.

His brain wasn’t aware that his body was moving, it seemed like the only thing that could control him was his heart. And he knew what his heart wanted more than anything else.

And it seemed like his heart knew what you wanted too.

“Denki.” You whispered.

“Hm?” His voice was so soft, you melted at the slight raspiness of it.

“Are you trying to kiss me right now?” You asked, you bit your lips. That action makes him let out a chuckle.

You tease.

“And if I was?” He whispered, softer than the last time, his hand sliding softly onto your cheek to his and thumb and index finger sliding further down to hold your chin, he leans in a little more.

“Then I wouldn’t stop you,” you leaned in, lips touching, but only grazing.

You felt each other's warm breaths, you felt the shake of his breath travel onto your lips.

“Fuck,” Denki cursed to himself, guiding your face towards his as he closed the gap. Leaning in further you make him fall back on the bed.

Your lips attacked one another, even tho it was his first kiss he was pretty damn good at making out.

Breaths hot, teeth grazing, lips wet and soft, Denki grabbed a fist full of your hair and groans as he deepens the kiss.

There’s no way he can be doing this right now, this has to be a dream or something.

He couldn’t even think of a response until you ripped your lips off of him. Denki lets out a soft whine you could barely catch, you giggle at this.

Leaning back up, your hand caresses his face.

Denki spills.

“I didn’t know what I could do to impress you, the pickup lines weren’t working, every time I tried to flirt or compliment you it just turned into shit, and I wanted you to not see me as some loser dweeb! So I did something that I knew would get your attention-“

Leaning down again you plant a quick peck.

“Denki, you had me from the start! Cheesy one-liners and all,” you chuckled.

“Really?” Denki asks.

“Mhm, really”

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

• there’s nothing more manly than matching Kirishima’s energy

• but it’s also not manly to get so bashful over it

• you and Kirishima have been the best of friends for a while, besides Mina being the only girl within the friend group. Sometimes he forgets that you’re a girl, he feels as if you’re one of the guys.

• so sometimes, some things he says to his guy friends he says to you.

• and it’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s just bad when other people around don’t understand the dynamic the both of you got going on.

“Hey, sexy!” You yelled.

Walking into the dorm kitchen, you slap Kirishima’s ass. Jumping, he lets out a laugh.

“Hey, there beautiful~” Kirishima coos.

Of course, everyone around them is shocked seeing such a greeting exchange take place. Except for the rest of bakusquad, duh.

Casual flirting is a thing Kirishima does with his friends, he got it from Denki and now he can’t shake it. He does it to all of his close friends, especially you.

These occurrences usually happen out of nowhere.

Like when the both of you finish sparring with one another during training:

“Y’know Kirishima, if you wanna finish off strong…land on top of me next time,” you say, a sarcastic yet seductive tone sliding off your lips.

“Really? I was really hoping you’d not complain about me pinning you face down ass up this round.”

Or when the both of you are at lunch:

“Oh my god, stop eating your food like a barbarian!” Mina squeals in disgust.

“Oh please, don’t be a cry baby. Y/n knows all about this technique right here, don’t ya?” Kirishima growls, taking a loud slurp of his noodles, he slowly swirls the noodles into his mouth.

Earning a groan from Mina and a giggle out of you.

Or that one conversation you had in class that no one speaks of:

“Kirishima, can you stop bothering me and just do your work!” You laugh.

“I could…but I won’t. I’d rather do you than do my work” he sighs, leaning back into his chair as he stretches. Letting out a groan, you can see a peek of his toned stomach come through.

Is he seriously trying to tease you right now?

“Oh really?” You snarl.

“Mhm, matter of fact. If you were my assignment, I’d work on you all day long until you’d beg to stop.”

This earns a slight blush from you, laughing it off you insult him. “If only there was actually a guy out there that could~” you sigh.

A sparkle shoots through Kirishima’s red eyes.

“You making that a bet? Because listen, honey, I’ll do you better than any man you’ll ever meet do you hear me-“

“Ejiro!”

Mr. Aizawa’s voice booms through the classroom, making the both of you jump.

“Yes sensei!” Kirishima jumps up from his seat, his face red from embarrassment.

“Detention.”

You almost pissed yourself from laughing so hard that day.

Needless to say, the both of you like to talk about fucking each other. Even though you guys always flirt like this around everybody, you’ve never done it alone.

Kirishima felt that if he crossed that boundary, it could ruin your friendship for good.

That was until one day you asked him if he wanted to binge-watch a show with you, and he agreed immediately.

He didn’t realize what that agreement came to until he was there.

“You don’t have a tv?” He says.

Rolling your eyes you chuckle, “why would I have a tv Kirishima, they’re expensive these days and you know that.”

Flopping onto your bed you grab your computer and tuck yourself under the covers.

Let him register this correctly,

You and him, alone, in the dark, under the covers, watching a tv show, on Netflix?

holy shit.

slowly crawling onto the bed, kirishima goes under the covers.

smiling at him you prop open your laptop on your computer and press play.

around 30 minutes passed, the both of you didn't talk that much besides a short witty one-liner and a snort at a funny moment from the show. either than that, it was dead silent.

a moment passes until there's a certain suggestive scene on the screen. a couple sneaking into a random back room in some laundry mat, crashing onto the floor the girl straddles him and starts to grind on him.

"oh please," you groan a slight smirk hints on your face.

perking up kirishima turns towards you, "what's wrong?"

"well...." you trail off, a wide smirk cascades over your face.

this earns a chuckle from him, "what?"

"I just think I could do way better than she can" you say.

this makes Kirishima lightly blush, thank god it was dark and the screen was only lighting the side of his face. "oh really?" Kirishima smiles, you hum with a nod.

the scene continued into a full-on sex scene, he wasn't expecting to watch such a scene with you, his face starts to burn red at this. now he was just thinking about you doing these unholy things to him.

i mean, god, he wished you were riding him that hard-

"are you blushing right now?" you snort.

eyes snapping wide, he looks at you with terror.

frantic, Kirishima slams the computer shut in embarrassment. "what the hell kiri!" you exclaimed.

"y/n, I really can't lay here and pretend that we don't have something going on between us" Kirishima's voice shakes.

the room grows silent for a moment.

"what do you mean?" you ask, voice quiet, almost a whisper.

"this! the constant flirting, the way we touch each other, the way I look at you, and the way you look at me! I mean- look at what we're doing right now! you just talked about how you wanna fuck me in your own bed for all might's sake!" Kirishima grows irritated, he's tired of hiding his feelings from you.

"I'm sorry I didn't get the memo then! fuck, you do it to everyone-"

"but I don't, everyone knows this! you and I both know that I don't talk like this to mina or bakugo, I don't even talk like this to Denki to this extent!" he yells.

"so what do you want me to do? STOP?" you snarl, irritated at his tone.

he rolls his eyes, " you and I both know I don't want that-"

"then what do you want!" you yell.

"shit, I want you, y/n!" he yells back.

his words quickly shut you up.

it becomes silent again, he hears you shuffling with your blankets and a weight it lifted from the bed. he hears you stomp towards your door, flipping the switch with force Kirishima winces at the flash of light.

eyes adjusting, he sees you with a frown on your lips, walking back towards your bed you plop onto your side of the bed. eyes locking with his you whisper, "are you serious?"

"I'm more than serious, I've kinda liked you from the beginning, I thought the flirting was a dead give away but I guess it wasn't" Kirishima scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

smiling, you crawl towards him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"so...does that mean that everything you've said to me you meant it?" a smug smirk shows on your lips. kirishima's face gets redder by the moment, he stammers.

"y-yes? I mean! do you like that I meant it?" voice nervous, the makes you giggle.

leaning in you plant a quick peck on Kirishima's lips, leaving Kirishima stunned.

"mhm," you hum.

a moment passes by, then Kirishima smiles.

"well in that case..." Kirishima lets out a mischievous grin, his hands sliding up your waist. the next thing you knew he quickly flipped you on your back, pinning your arms down you wiggled.

before you could even protest, kirishima smashes his lips against yours. pulling away kirishima whispers into your ear.

"well then, maybe we can practice some things I've been meaning to say then, hm?"

hey guys! omg, over 200 likes on my first post! ahh you guys are crazy!! I meant to put iida and deku in this headcanon but they sadly didn't make the cut. I started to get lazy sorry...

-lovelyiida<3

[circeyoru]

I just love all your unwanted soul content it's hilarious and cute I was wondering if you could do my request if you can

What would happen if reader gave this really cool radio to alastor in one of their dates and he accidentally leaves outside in the hotel lobby and someone breaks it

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Thank you for saying that! So happy to see you guys like my writing and story!! Happy to do the request, no worries! Just takes time~

A cute and maybe angsty moment then.

I'd say Reader/you designed the radio by yourself after long hours of research. You have actually taken apart radios before and summoned ones with your pages. But to actually gift one to Alastor, you won't and I mean will NOT settle for a summoned gift. Even though Alastor will take anything you gift him like it's a treasure from a lost century. You have a thing for giving the perfect gift and seeing the receiver's face light up like a Christmas tree. In Alastor's case, it's very very extreme affection, not that you're complaining, he makes you feel very reassured to be liked by someone you care for.

Alastor knows you put a lot of attention to the gifts and plans you make, so he takes extra care not to offend you. He did before and got your passive aggressiveness, passing it off as being 'moody' until you were like "Oh we don't need that since you think it's a waste of time!". He apologized quickly and right the wrong. Though sometimes it's just you wanting to cool down since Alastor made sense in his view.

The radio gift in question would be a mix of the two of your colours, with deer antlers at the top and feathers below. Both are symbols of you two. You added the voodoo symbols that would appear around Alastor to the surface of the radio too. How you got them was by observing Alastor very very closely when he got annoyed or angry or a bit bloodthirsty. Alastor treasures it so. He fainted when he first got it. Took him a while to regain consciousness and he nearly fainted again when you showed him it was channeled to his screaming broadcast.

Yeah... Him leaving it in the lobby was a big mistake. I imagine he was listening and staring at it while you were out or just didn't want him around (like maybe bathing?), so he got the next best thing. The precious gift you gave him, made by your delicate hands. How he left it unattented, uhhh, maybe Charlie asked for something or maybe there was another random attack on the hotel.

(it wouldn't be the hotel crew that breaks it cause it's obvious to them that was a big no no)

Either way, Alastor saw that the radio was broken.

Haha. Alastor's gonna be the big bad wolf. He destroys anything in sight while his giant hands cradle the broken radio that was his. Charlie and the others definitely tried to reassure him they'll help fix it. It'll be good as new!

Impossible! You took weeks learning about radios and months perfecting this! He saw glimpses of it, but gave you privacy so the built-up surprise was even better when you gift it to him. Now? Now it's BROKEN! HOW DARE!

When you came back and found Alastor in his raging mode, you were confused. Charlie immediately rushed over to you to ask for your help, you asked her to explain first since Alastor wouldn't be like that for no reason. Ahh, so someone broke the radio you gave him. Luckily, it was made by your hand, so nothing you can't fix.

You got over to Alastor and called out to him. You didn't even need to shout loud and his eyes snapped to you. He leaned down, his eyes showing you shame and sadness that no one else would be able to tell. You told him to show you the radio, he shakingly did, partly scared that you'd yell at him for not taking care of it.

But you knew how much attention he put into catering the gift after he got it. It was like a mother treating a newborn. So you got your pages ready and fixed it in a flash.

You hugged onto the renewed radio and smile, "Now why don't you blow off some steam, don't take too long."

And Alastor was off to deliver judgment.

[choccy-milky]

Status update on the dark relic nsfw comic please ma'am 🙏 my family is dying

ITS DONE!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉...well, the DRAWING part is as of yesterday BAHAHA. now im just adding all the dialogue/speech bubbles/sfx, SO ITS DEFINITELY GONNA BE SOON!! DEFS BY THIS WEEKEND!! ive just been very nitpicky on the font which i cant decide on LMAO and im also nitpicky abt other final touches LOL. i didnt wanna show anymore cuz ive already shown so much but HERES THE FINAL SNEAK PEEK

and speaking of fonts, i normally use handwriting by jeremy paz!

oh man its so random, but i either use the name lumi or clora for everything whenever i play rpgs (baldurs gate 3, dragon age, you name it) and clora originated from rune factory 4 LOL. theres a character named 'clorica' and i really liked that name, it sounds so elegant and fantasy ish, so i eventually just shortened it to clora bahaha. now its my go-to. i like how simple it is but it also sounds unique and works in modern AND fantasy settings, imo

my first and ONLY playthrough was as clora! i originally did try to make myself at the start, but i have short brown hair and straight across bangs, and they didnt have a style that felt 'me', so i went with just making a ravenclaw that i liked, and then gave her my go-to name of clora HAHA. and yea, i built up her and sebs relationship in my head as i was playing, especially with all the running around the castle i did. i just liked to imagine her constantly out of breath and flushed and seb just watching like ....🧍girl chill...

AND SPEAKING OF MY DARK RELIC COMIC/SMUT, my biggest advice for writing smut id say is to have a reasoning behind it, i guess? i focus a lot on their headspace/WHY they're fucking at that moment when i write it LOL instead of just the movements/sex for the sake of sex. in your case, the sexual tension leading up to the first time gives you SO much to work with, since you can just be in his head with how much hes looking forward to it, how much hes savouring it, how he's also nervous but enjoying it and trusting the other person, etc. the thoughts are hotter than the actual deed a lot of the times (which is why when clora and seb did it for the first time it ended up being like, 15k words of just foreplay and build up from sebs perspective LMAOO) so yeah id just try to focus on their emotions and desires if you can! and a lot of the times with consent stuff it CAN feel forced, and you dont even really need your characters to talk about that stuff verbally, at least not too much. you can do it in body language, or just something as simple as 'ill stop if you want'. it doesnt have to be a long therapist-like conversation about consent, which CAN tend to sound a little awkward and unrealistic (esp in the heat of the moment), if thats the problem you're having. HOPE I COULD HELP

also i love this for you and for me. YES GO ON AND MAKE A BUNCH OF CLORA CLONES, I COMMAND IT👉👉👉

and last but not least the most important question. honestly i like plain sweets a lot with no icing/filling. im a slut for shortbread cookies and also just plain glazed donuts. and also custard/portugese/egg tarts, which i also forced clora to like in my fic HAHA. IF YOU HAVENT HAD THEM YOU HAVE TO, THEYRE SO GOOD😩😩💖💖

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt. 1

Yudhisthir

Mostly reblogs "Am I The Asshole?" polls and somehow each with a detailed and insightfully correct answer. Most people just look for his reblog and then vote whatever answer he's deemed right. That's how he earned the nickname "Dharmaraja"

Always explains stuff to the asks he gets and does it very politely so. You could ask him about anything and as long as he knows about it, he'll tell you about it.

Women respector since before 5000BC.

Never annoyed by hate comments on himself. Calls the fuck out of them if they disrespect his brothers.

Bheem

Posts photos of foods he likes.

Always posts about what he's cooking.

Gives gym tips to beginners.

Probably has "never stop bulking 💪" in his bio

Definitely makes it his own duty to teach his mutuals how to cook.

Arjun

Crazy good archery skills. Knows it. Shows them off.

(most people just look at his arm muscles flexing though)

Arjun: Madhav! Look at how famous this post about my archery is getting. I don't understand though. All I did was hit a bull's eye.

Krishna, looking at Arjun in that video being completely shirtless and slicked with sweat, brown skin glowing under the sun: *sweats*

Doesn't understand the thirst comments. ("Madhav what does railing mean and why does this person want me to do it to them?" "Uhm, it means they want you to "train" them haha. It's a slang. Haha." "*Replies to comment* sure I'd love to rail you")

Nakul

Sexy and he knows it.

Thirst traps.

Actually works very hard and always helps people, but he's such a troll that people just think he's a unemployed gymrat pretty boy until he attends some big event and people are like "YOU HAVE A JOB??????"

Loves his fans (I just know he'll heart each and every thirst comment go argue with a wall)

Always tagging his twin in the most random posts (most of them are jumpscares)

Sahdev

Does not want to be here

Always duets the videos nakul sends him and screams at the jumpscares ("I do not like this TRICKERY!" "The ball hit the camera Sahdev it wasn't gonna jump out the phone and hit you in the face" "I am BLOCKING YOU")

The fans love his reactions. He doesn't know, he never checks the comments.

Gives in after some time and creates a no-bullshit self help account to help people manage their life and work more efficiently

Krishn

The definition of Hot Mess™

On every platform he's on, which is every platform that exists, this man is Chaos. One post will be "My wife is so beautiful" and then "I miss Arjun" and then "here's three legal ways to loophole out of a lawsuit" and then a motivation post and then a video of a cute baby cow he saw on the sidewalk.

Pranks the fuck out of everyone and everything (his favourite victim is arjun)

Professional roaster. Has online beef with Shakuni. Insults in the most insufferable way possible you canNOT find a way to insult back it's so annoying cuz then he's like 😇🦚

Cute couple reels with Rukmini

[rayofmisfortune]

AHA uhhh I had these guys refs in works for over a month and never got around to actually finishing them- so UH

*throws random mer doodles at you instead*

They help me get through art block lmfao

Sun isn't really based on any real kind of fish, I just went with what felt right. His frills behave and look like kelp. I wanted them to kind of flow in the water and for him to emote with them, cuz yes jdnfbc

Uhhh he has secondary eyelids cuz salt water and protection. Haven't really though too deeply abt it ehe

Moon however- oh boi I may have gone overboard with Moon. Took inspiration from leafy seadragons. The weird things on his head? Those are based on the leafy appendages leafy seadragons have around their body. Also wanted him to have a different way of emoting soo they behave like animal ears :> They're not real ears ofc, just for show.

They live close to a coral reef aaand both of them are omnivores. Moon can fall asleep literally anywhere and Sun has to frequently drag his tail back to their shipwreck den so he doesn't float too far away jdnfbf

Aha hhh I'd be here for hours if I were to type out all the info I have on them and I don't have the time for that haha so uhhh

To close it off- some silly old school doodles cuz why not (feat. fyhuif Sun n Moon)

[neruro]

VOD 01 - one viewer, and that's me on a different device!

first time chatter...? | scara x reader smau

Minecraft launched, alerts on, your phone beside you.

You would be okay! Thinking back at your friends’ words... You would continue to do your best! Even if no one comes, all you had to do was gain confidence and keep going until someone does!

After a moment of hesitation, you pressed the button, tabbing over to the game.

"Welcome to the stream, everyone!" You said. "I'm Catatouille, and I hope my stream will make you all happy today!"

Glancing over to your phone, you saw the symbol for one viewer, fueling on your hope. Someone was watching! Then... You had to do your best to make them smile–

Oh.

Right, it was from your phone.

'That's okay,' you thought to yourself as you started to collect wood. 'I'm a new streamer... So I'll just have fun!'

There was no mistaking how excited you were to start this journey of yours. But grandpa Xiao would definitely tell you that growth would be slow... So patience would be key!

Yes, patience...

Haha...

You turned your attention to the game in front of you. You would have fun! It was all in good fun, right?

But then!

The world slowed down. First, you felt the dread as you hear the sound of footsteps. Then the horror as you see it emerge from the shadows, running from the unlit part of the cave. You would begin to think. Regret. Contemplate why you didn’t craft a shield before this expedition. You frantically tried to defend yourself, hitting just shy outside of the hitbox. And then you hear the sound of getting hit, your character falling, being thrown into lava behind you. Then, to the sound of your character burning, the story of how you got all your stuff flashing before your eyes. When you discovered the amethyst cave, how you found the vein of five diamonds, the music disc you found from a dungeon, you see your hearts go down, and so does the time, your hope for the future playthrough of this game. And when you’re on the death screen, it finally sinks in. Your stuff is gone, your levels are reset. You are alone—

Catatouille tried to swim in lava to escape Baby Zombie.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move in the chat box.

You couldn't respond for a moment at the whiplash of feelings. Yes, you wanted to cry, curse the world for bringing you a baby zombie of all things, and the annoying words from chat didn't help at all... but also...!

A chatter! A real one! And not the random bots you saw in the viewers tab!

"Welcome to the stream, Scaramouche!" You said, forgetting your previous annoyances for just a moment. "Hope your day is going well!"

“Yep!” You said, giddy with the thought of having your first fan. “Will do!”

"I'm not rage quitting!" You insist, exiting your survival world and quitting to the main menu. "Not because of something so trivial! I'm going to keep on persevering until I beat the Ender Dragon, mind you!"

You took a deep breath, collecting yourself. At least this stream has been going well! A chatter that stuck with you... Luck was in your favor! Except the fact that your friends never showed up... But they'd probably embarass you in some way... Hm.

"Anyway... Thanks for showing up, Scaramouche... And any other lurkers watching," you said with a smile, even though you didn't have a webcam on. "I’m going to keep on trying to be a steamer you can be proud of, don't worry! And my next stream is tomorrow, so try to watch it if you can!"

first time chatter...?

masterlist || prev || next

✧˚ ·summary - tada! a new streamer (aka: you!) entered the scene! and what's this? your first regular chatter accompanying you to fame? great! and you're both becoming friends? even better! ... eh? what... what do you mean he has over a million followers? and what does he mean by 'do you remember me!?'

taglist is open (thank you guys, bold means I can’t tag you!) - @maxineshearts @magica-ren @drmyday @haunts-gh0st @featuredtofu @yyyyiijhth @hiraethsdesires @mellowberrie @meigalaxy @idontevenknow129 @beriiov @sakiimeo @karma-gisa

author's note - unrelated but kafka. i have her. did her companion mission. she is my mother now. thank you for supporting me~ get a whole lot of rest!

[simplyreveries]

love langauges; heartslabyul

just what my opinion!! i think ill do this for the other dorms as well :)

riddle rosehearts

receiving: quality time

riddle as we know is pretty inexperienced with love and relationships in general. he struggles with wanting to do things almost by the book all the time since that's all he knows. hence why in the beginning of your relationship you may see him planning out in detail how a lot of things are going to go. you remind him these things happen more so naturally!!

he loves to see you whenever you just decide to pop by his dorm, but he feels unprepared-- he'll ask trey to make you some treats or brew some tea, ask cater to set up a nice small table outside to enjoy. you're going to have to gently remind him that it's okay haha.

whenever he's around you he gets such a sense of peace that he really needs for himself. riddle can easily get lost in track of time around you.

he can grow more seemingly impatient and hotheaded towards others in his dorm when hes being strict about rules when hes had less time with you if you've been busy and such. everyone notices his more negative energy; he can't help but feel so much better around you.

giving: gifts

okay i think he would reeally love to give little gifts to a lot. since hes no good at really expressing himself, he gets flustered easily, so he prompts to giving you things like flowers ("roses for my rose" as he'd say), with those flowers you'll sometimes receive a fancy looking letter from him.

riddle is very keen and observant on things you like or mention wanting like maybe a new book you wanted or paints. he loves to watch your face light up whenever he gifts you anything. he feels so proud of himself to because he feels like he's doing something right when figuring out relationships.

if you ask him why he randomly gifts pretty and nice things randomly he'll be confused and tell you something like: "why? well it's been exactly 100 days we've been together." he celebrates REALLY specific dates and milestones. he thinks its a no-brainer that hes doing all this.

trey clover

receiving: quality time

trey is much like riddle he's very content and happen when he's just with you. especially when you come over and chat his ear off about random and mundane things while he tries to bake. if you like to bake, he'd enjoy doing it with you but if not he's just as fine with you sitting up on the counter and being his taste-tester.

he also likes it when he gets to show you what he's done with the science club with the plants he's grown. he gladly tells you all about it as you stroll around nrcs botanical gardens.

though he's no avid planner like riddle is, he still will make some of an effort to make sure you enjoy yourself around him with something to do, that includes mostly baking or even coming along with him as he prepares for yet another unbirthday party for heartslabyul.

giving: words of affirmation

he can be pretty cheeky jerk when it comes to you and will take a lot of opportunities to make you all nervous around him with compliments or praise. he always says it in such a casual way with a smile whenever he does it.

but he really does genuinely lift you up all the time, he always gently and affirmingly reminds you in some way of something he loves about you, basically every day. he also gives some real good advice and can be someone to talk to, trey just has this really big comforting aura that surrounds him. it's easy to be persuaded by those calm and sweet words into taking it easy when feeling upset or frustrated.

like its hard to stay in a bad mood around him because his energy is just so kind?? and inviting?? he has such a way with words and talking to you.

cater diamond

receiving: words of affirmation

he genuinely does hold onto ever compliment or praise you give him; it may be hard to tell from your end because he would answer it with a "aw thanks~♫" but trust me he'll think about it throughout the day. you make him feel a little more seen when complimenting stuff he's actually interested in and good at.

cater loves it when you play with his hair and put it up in different cute styles or put clips and bands in it- then tell him he looks pretty boy does he love that.

when his club isnt eating and hanging out he really likes it when you come and watch him play!! he'll shamelessly ask for compliments like "i was soo good wasn't i?" trying to be lighthearted about it but hes desperate for any sweet words from you.

giving: physical affection

he can't help but be affectionate. i mean even with friends he is, so with his you?? cater is all over you. he always is holding onto you or touching you on the arm or something whenever you're getting a picture taken with him, he loves practically smushing you up against him.

cater likes to pinch your cheeks playfully, he'll coo and give a cheeky grin telling you you're cute, he'll laugh and lay on your shoulder if he's tired in class, he'll poke your side to try to get you to laugh, he'll play with your hair, he adores affection.

clearly, he isn't afraid of pda, i mean everyone and their mother knows you're together, its painfully obvious by the way he acts around and with you.

like you could be doing literally nothing and he's scrolling on magicam on his phone, and he'll still have his hand on you in some sort of way.

ace trappola

receiving: physical touch

when he started to catch feelings for you was when he realized just how much he was a sucker for any affection. whenever you'd laugh and put a hand on his shoulder or even playfully punched his arm. so, once you to officially got together he just wanted more. even though he's not like the most- gooey over the top with public affection, he loves it when you do something small and playful like swing his arm when you're holding hands.

whenever he gets tired and wants to doze off in class and lays on the table in front of him and you rub his back, he loves a lot from you. or when you're bored with him and take his hand in yours and drawing random doodles on it. he does the same thing to yours as well.

he likes hugs, they're short sometimes but he squeezes you a bit and rocks you side to side in a playful manner. he also subconsciously stands closer to you; he likes it when you're near him where your arms are lightly touching and brushing against his.

giving: gifts

okay hear me out on the gifts, but i think he'd unintentionally and intentionally gift you little things all the time. i mean he's not exactly rich level status like idia or kalim but if he's getting a s snack or drink from the vending machine, he'll get something you like too (im sorry but he sometimes will quicky say "catch!" and then proceed to chuck a chocolate bar at you) you'll end up hearing a whine and complaint from grim though because he wants something too.

if he ever goes out somewhere and visits another place, he'll get you some sort of trinket like a keychain from there. he never tries to make it seem like he went out of his way to do something like that, he'll just be like "ehh thought this was cool but i don't really want it, you can have it." that said item is something that you would totally want.

he does like to win you those prizes whenever you guys are out at an amusement park or fair. though he seems confident about it and claims those games are too easy, after his 50th try he gets the plushie for you. he's too stubborn to quit those anyway.

deuce spade

receiving: words of affirmation

he loves it when you acknowledge and tell him he's good at something or looks good today. he pretty much hangs off of every word you say, so it's important to him. he doesn't ask for it like cater or anything, but he really wants them from you.

like whenever he gets awarded for his efforts on the track team and you tell him something as simple as a "nice job!" can mean a lot to him he really does want to make you proud of him and his accomplishments especially since he's trying to do and be better at school even though its challenging. now despite him favoring this whenever he does get complimented, he always gets all bashful, its sweet though.

he tends to feel elated for the whole day after something small youve said to him. he gets a sense of pride in himself and feels proud as he goes about his day. he can't even be upset about painting the roses for the next unbirthday party or studying extra hard for a test because he knows you'll tell him he did well.

giving: acts of service

he wants to be the best boyfriend for you because you deserve the best. so, he's always trying to go out of his way to do things for you and be of some help. he not only likes but wants to be someone you think about first when needing help with anything.

even just small things throughout the day like carrying your bags if you got something from sam's shop, opening doors for you, fixing things, and even though he isn't the most academically inclined he'll attempt and try his absolute best to help you with homework you're struggling with even if it ends with both of you confused. he just actively goes out his way to do things for you.

ace always teases him for what he does for you all the time, but he doesn't even really feel like what he's doing is enough. ace only laughs at him and tells him he stupid and overthinks it completely. but deuce just aspires to always be better, so he has trouble not.

he has definitely at some point called his mom and asked her what to do when it comes to what your partners want and would like and just mentally took notes of what she said and does it x10.

[jasmyluv]

i picked the petals, he loves me not

kazuha, scaramouche, tighnari x gn!reader | wc: 1668 | reader playing "he loves me, he loves me not"

~ [name] who tries the “he loves me, he loves me not” game on a flower, only to get “he loves me not” as a result.

~ in kazuha's, it's suggestive

~ in scaramouche's, it has minor spoilers on his backstory

~ in tighnari's, it has 3.1 - 3.2 archon quest spoilers

a/n: this was so random, title from you’re on your own, kid. happy tuesdayy!! :) 

three, “he loves me”. four, “he loves me not”. five, “he loves me”. six, “he loves me not”...

kaedehara kazuha ♡

“kazuhaaaa!!” you scream, running towards him walking through the beach on the outskirts of liyue.

“hm? good afternoon, my love.” he greets you normally. though, this always makes you blush profusely, you were too distracted by the fact the flower said he didn’t love you back.

“the flower said you don’t love me back!!” you childishly scold him, as if that single flower could even tell that he loved you.

“ah, huh? flower? what do you mean by that?” to say the least, he was very confused and puzzled while you were obviously enraged. how could the very truthful flower that always tells nothing but the truth say he doesn’t love you!? more importantly, how could he not love you!!

“the flower said you don’t love me! i did that game where you pluck the petals and it said you don’t love me!” you pout. it was truly an amusing sight to see for kazuha, but he was more concerned about how a flower can tell if he did or not love you.

“can you explain more briefly…?” even if he wanted to laugh so hard, he couldn’t because you’re saying that he doesn’t love you when he does with his whole life, he wanted to show you that the flower was nothing but a fraud and you shouldn’t believe in something so fabricated.

“i was told by heizou when we visited inazuma to do that game with a dendrobium and i did and it didn’t work!! is that why you barely spent time with me when we were visiting??” he had to admit, you were cute, adorable. but he just can’t let you think that he doesn’t love you, right?

“haha, i think you’ve misunderstood, my dove. you also shouldn’t be listening to heizou, he’s known for tricking people who’ll believe anything. i’m not saying that you’ll believe so carelessly, just be careful around the trickster. on why i was barely around when we were in inazuma, let’s just say i was visiting an old friend very dear to me.” he explained, trying to get rid of the thoughts in your head.

“hmm, really?” you question his advances.

“oh? you don’t believe me?” he asks, staring at your lips.

“huh? what are you staring at? is there something on my- hmph!!” before you could say anything else, he smashes his lips into yours. he intertwined his fingers into yours, the other snaking around your waist. he was composed, so to say, while you were in shock. 

your heart’s palpitating and your cheeks, burning a crimson red.  it wasn’t rough and aggressive, in fact, you felt the exact opposite. his kiss was gentle and delicate, almost like a feather. “hmm~” you’re stunned, yes, but you kiss him back, putting your hand on his shoulder, getting more into it as the butterflies in your stomach are dying to get out.

he couldn’t help but smile, humming as he parts for air. resting his head on your shoulder, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

once he saw your face, your eyes widened while frozen in shock, he immediately cupped you into his hands, mesmerized at your adorable reaction.

“hm~, do you believe me now or are you still insisting on believing in a measly flower? in that case, do you still want me to try and change your mind or not? your choice, my love.”

scaramouche ♡

“what in the world are you doing, [name]? why are you plucking the petals of a dendrobium?” scaramouche surprises you. 

“scara, don’t scare me like that, geez.” you say, dropping the flower on your lap.

“you didn’t answer my question.” so to speak, he was genuinely curious about what you were doing.

“well, i remember ajax-”

“who the fuck is ajax?” he quickly interrupted you, grabbing interest in this “ajax”.

“sorry, it’s childe. ajax is his real name. anyway, i remember him telling me when you were still a harbinger, about this game where you get a flower and pluck the petals out of it while saying “he loves me, he loves me not” everytime i pluck one. even if i didn’t believe in shit like that, i wanted to try it. i got “he loves me not”... now tell me, scara. is the flower telling the truth?” you wanted to tease him. even if you were entertained by his eyebrows rising and pupils dilating, you managed to keep your serious facade. 

“hah? are you trying to make me laugh? if you are, you’re failing, miserably.” you sigh in defeat. maybe you couldn’t get past him.

“well, yeah. i was joking around during the last part. but do you love me?” you ask, tilting your head.

“and what will you do if i say no?” he says, trying to stall your question. god forbid he answer one of your stupid questions, let alone such an embarrassing one. though, he missed being able to chat so freely with someone he cares for a lot. your reaction was nothing but precious, how he missed the feeling of being loved.

“hah!? what do you mean no!?” you say, upset at his response. 

“relax, it’s hypothetical. besides, i’ve only been lucky to have just a few accept me, you included. i wouldn’t trade you for the electro gnosis.” he was, most probably, lying. but, you didn’t mind. he said it himself and that’s an achievement in itself.

“aww! really, kuni?” your mood changes in an instant. you smile, innocently, eyes closed and a grin as big as the sun. it’s not everyday scaramouche says even something so nice, and even then, it’s viewed as him being absurd because “he’s a harbinger, he’s not supposed to care about anything but their missions.” this was probably one of the reasons he voluntarily gave up on being a harbinger.

“don’t make me take it back.” he said sternly. even if he was trying to be strict, you could see through him as he did with you, you know he can’t keep hiding behind his mask he calls “his attitude”.

“hehe, then me as well. i wouldn’t trade you for the world.” you said, going back to your little project while scaramouche just stares at you.

“......” he stays silent, he’s heard that phrase so many times that it’s engraved in his mind, and everytime, they break their saying. you can’t help but feel his burning stare on your nape.

“is something wrong?” you ask him, concerned.

“don’t lie to me.” his voice, barely a whisper. you couldn’t help but see the desperation and pleading in his eyes.

“of course not, kuni.”

tighnari ♡

tighnari knows every flower and mushroom in the avidya forest, but he’s found nothing that compares to your beauty.

but, to see a sight of you plucking a flower he’s never seen before that’s as beautiful as yourself well, at least to him, he was honored he was bestowed with such a blessing.

hearing you say something along the lines of “love me not” and a sad expression, he was naturally interested in what you were doing.

“hi, tighnari.” you say out of the blue. weirdly enough, you could always somehow feel his presence within a one mile radius. 

“good evening, lovely. it’s getting late, what are you still doing here?” he questions. true to say, you didn’t realize it was already getting dark until tighnari reminded you. you sigh, picking up another dendrobium.

“tighnari, do you know what this flower is?” you show him the crimson pink flower. he didn’t know what to say, all that he could manage to even think was that he'd never seen a flower like this and how it was one of the prettiest flowers he'd ever seen.

“no… but i have to say, it’s beauty can compare itself to you.” he indirectly compliments you. you manage to get it quickly but just shrug it off.

“haha, it’s a dendrobium, it’s found in inazuma. i’m glad you think so, although, i don’t think my looks can even top this flower, it’s even more beautiful than me. but, then again, it can’t top the beauty of greater lord rukkhadevata…” you were one of the two people in this world who could remember her lord. you don’t know how or why everyone else forgot, but you couldn’t care less.

“who’s… greater lord… rukkadevate?” you laugh at his attempt to say her name, but quickly look at the moon. you remember the traveler telling you a story about the samsara cycle. “nahida told me that she was just the moon, an illusion, and that the “real sun” was long gone.” aether said, looking up at the moon. you could only guess that the “real sun” nahida was speaking of was greater lord rukkhadevata.

“no one, it’s a made up person.” you completely forget about the straying petals dancing in the wind.

“oh! i forgot to ask. what were you doing with this flower?” tighnari asks. 

“i was just playing a game dehya told me about. i think you know the game, “he loves me, he loves me not”, right? i played that, using the petals of a dendrobium. i got “he loves me not”, but i’m sure that a flower can’t tell your feelings for me, so i just let it go. unless, you actually feel that way.” you state so calmly and composed, waiting for his response.

“of course that flower was telling a pathetic lie. i would love you with the whole world if i could!” he rambles as you listen. 

“heh, doesn’t the akademiya have a rule on that? you’re not supposed to be using the whole world as a metaphor, whatever that stupid rule is.”

“hah, what are they going to do? besides, it’s not like azar’s the grand sage. he can’t even speak to me without mentally scolding himself for being too embarrassing. not that i have a problem with that.” 

“hmm, i guess you’re right.” you stop speaking and stare at the stars surrounding the glowing moon.

“tighnari?”

“yes?”

“i love you.”

<3

[marvelsswansong]

hey babesss

could you do an eddie x fem!reader fic where they have a fwb situation and they both end up catching feelings so eddie decides to break it off, not really explaining why, causing the reader to think she wasn’t good enough or pretty enough for him to feel the same, so starts to ignore him and almost all her friends (exept steve and robin). and then she goes to talk to him and sees him with chrissy, and ‘realised’ that he broke it off with her because she’s not chrissy. so she gets either really angry or drunk or something and calls him, confessing her love for him, and he just hangs up, causing her to think he is weirded out her but he shows up at her window and confesses his feelings. angst to fluff <3 tysmmmm

a/n: ayo my first Eddie request! I changed a few things but kept 95% of the request in tact because yes yes I love it, I hope I did it justice!!!

tags: semi angst, fluff though with happy ending, bit of Jason x reader, Eddie means well but he's an idiot, allusions to sex, mentions of getting drunk and throwing up, Steve and Robin are grade A best friends

☆ word count: 4.2K+ (omfg I thought I wrote less but this is what ended up happening haha) ☆

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Eddie's not sure how it happened.

He's not one for cliches, and yet here he is: having fallen in love with his supposed 'friend with benefits'.

You'd been complaining about body aches and migraines from the stress of school - what in between college applications, extracurriculars and trying to graduate with honors - and Eddie had always found you quite attractive whenever you'd come by to pick Dustin up from Hellfire Club session as the Henderson's babysitter.

Then you two had run into each other at a random house party, neither of you really knowing anyone there except for each other. You were buzzed on a few cups of beer, Eddie was tipsy and high, and you'd been wearing a midi dress cinched right at the waist, stopping right above your knees. He was certain, that every boy in the house had been making a pass at you, but you'd been oblivious to it all.

"Don't you have a boyfriend who can... help you out with that kind of pain and stress?" Eddie had teased, taking another sip from his red solo cup. You'd groaned, leaning against the back of the bath tub with a sigh.

"I broke up with Jason two weeks ago, remember? Also-" you raised your hand, pointing an accusatory finger at Eddie. "He was lousy in bad. Real terrible."

Eddie laughed at that piece of gossip as you took another swig from your can of beer, wiping away the excess liquid poorly.

"But you're right. If only I could have someone satisfy me physically without having to get my heart broken again..." you trailed off. Eddie's senses heightened suddenly at your suggestion, his eyes narrowing in on the drop of beer that was still hanging by the edge of your lips. The bathroom you two had locked yourselves into was still quiet, the loud house music muted behind the four walls. Eddie moved to sit at the edge of the bath tub, placing his ring clad hand onto your knee, testing the waters.

"Well... I'm happy to be of service, if you know what I mean." he suggested slowly, causing you to choke and throw your half-empty can to the side.

"Seriously? Are you offering to be-"

"Friends with benefits?" he finished the sentence for you, leaning closer. You could smell his cologne as well as the cheap beer on his lips, his hooded eyes staring into yours. It was dangerous and tempting. "Absolutely, princess. Just say the word and I'm all-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you fervously pulled him downwards, his legs tangling with yours in the bath tub, his hand reaching down to grab your ass as your dress rode up and bunched around your waist.

If Eddie hadn't been so drunk on your moans and gasps, he probably would've felt bad for the other partygoers who couldn't use the second floor bathroom for an hour straight.

The routine was rather simple. Slip in a note into each other's lockers whenever you two wanted to blow off steam. Exchange calls. Hook up whenever you had to pick up Dustin and you two were in the same place. Sometimes, Eddie even drove to Family Video, knowing that you'd be keeping your best friends Steve and Robin company, before driving you back to his place to fuck.

It was feral and physical, sure. But it was also weirdly... domestic. You were just so sweet, so thoughtful. You slipped him copies of your notes in classes where he'd fallen asleep from exhaustion. You packed him extra snacks for whenever you dropped off Dustin, insisting that you wanted to make sure Eddie was eating right too. You attended his rock shows whenever you could, sticking around long after to compliment his songs and asking when the next gig was.

It was easy to fall when you were so perfect. He made excuses for having you sleep over and stay the night. He cuddled into your shoulder, made a habit of always having his hand somewhere on you - on the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, teasing lacing your fingers with his. He barely even called you by your name anymore, opting for 'princess', 'babe' and one time (when he was high out of his mind) love.

You were one of the few people at that damn horrible school who made him feel appreciated. Like he was worth something, worth being seen, worth being more than the school's resident freak. Maybe that was why he fell for you.

All he knew was that the nail in the coffin was seeing you in the Hellfire Club shirt, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as Eddie finished up cooking breakfast in his kitchen. You'd placed your sleepy head on his chest, mumbling a quiet good morning, and his first instinct had been to reach down and place a soft kiss on your forehead. It dawned on him, then and there.

This was domestic.

This was what couples did.

And damn it, he loved you.

The realization scared him shitless. Especially when he'd been hearing rumors that Jason was making efforts to win you back. After all, why the hell would you choose someone like him - a repeat senior, school dealer, complete loser - when you could have your old boyfriend back: the star basketball player of Hawkins High.

'I just need to dial down on the affection. And maybe see her less.' was what Eddie had been telling himself for the past few days post-realization. Then, Eddie had been cornered after math class, with Jason practically shoving him into a spare supplies closet.

"Woah, buy a guy dinner first before you wanna get frisky." Eddie teased, grimacing at the force with which he was thrown into the closet.

"Shut the fuck up, Munson." Jason commanded, seething with anger. "The only reason I even came to talk to your punk ass today was to tell you to break up with my girlfriend."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at that, amused.

"Your girlfriend?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, his fist coming up to pull at Eddie's shirt.

"Yeah, you fucking dumb ass. (Y/n). Apparently, she's somehow settled for a loser like you."

"We're not together, Carver." Eddie spit out, which just caused the jock to chuckle.

"Well whatever the fuck you two are, you'd better break it off."

"And why should I listen to you again?" Eddie mocked, but Jason simply stared at him in silence. The look in the blonde's eyes was disturbingly sinister, his knuckles turning white against the door handle.

"I'm sure you're well aware that her dream school is Columbia. Well, let's just say my dad's best friends with the Dean. And if she rejects my proposal to get back together tomorrow after the game, her chances of getting in will be... absymal, shall we say."

The threat causes Eddie's heart to shatter, a phantom vice grip on his throat. You've worked so hard the past four years at a shot at that ivy league. You were extremely passionate about what you'd study after Hawkins High, and now Jason was threatening to take it all away from you just because of him.

"I'll break it off. I promise." Eddie gruffly managed to say, and a wicked grin appeared on the blonde's face.

"I know. Just do it damn quickly."

The door slammed shut, engulfing Eddie in the dark.

Eddie knew he had to make the 'break up' final. It had to hurt. It had to seem genuine. So he'd slipped you a note in your locker, asking him to meet you by his car in the parking lot immediately after school. Your eyes were still bright with joy as you bounced up towards him, your skirt flying behind you as you smiled at him.

"Hi Eddie!"

Masking his true emotions, Eddie forced a harshly neutral expression on his face, not returning your smile.

"Hi."

The smile on your face faltered for a brief second.

"So... what did you wanna talk about?" you questioned slowly, trying to gauge his headspace. But nothing could have prepared you for what he said next.

"I think we should stop seeing each other."

"W-what?" the flash of hurt on your face was unmistakable, the worst sight Eddie had ever seen, and it took all his might to not begin immediately apologizing and taking his words back. But Jason's threat still rung in his head and he knew he had to do it.

'Break her heart, Munson.'

"You're getting too clingy, (L/n). You're a great lay and all but this was never meant to be a you falling in love type of ordeal." he chuckled, leaning against the side of his car with his arms crossed. Your knees wobbled and your voice shook, your hands anxiously wrapping around your backpack.

"But... you let me sleep over at your trailer. You gave me your shirts. You were even calling me nicknames-" you try to rationalize it, had you been reading it wrong? But then you remember all the teasing remarks from Dustin and the boys, the sly comments made by Steve and Robin, the dusted red cheeks on Eddie's face whenever someone referred to him as your boyfriend.

It didn't matter now though. Especially when Eddie just rolls his eyes at your response.

"So what? I do that with all my hook ups."

Hook ups.

The phrase feels dirty. It feels harsh, too, when he's been calling you nothing but sugar, princess and babe the past few months.

"So that's it? I was just a hook up to you."

A tear escapes your eyes and you quickly brush it aside, but Eddie doesn't seem moved. His expression is stone cold, almost bored, as he begins to pick at his nails.

"Yeah. So I think it's best we break things off. You're still welcome to come pick Dustin up or whatever since that's like, your job."

"O-okay."

There's so much you want to say. You want to grab his shoulders and scream, you want to break down in his arms and cry, you want to forget any of this ever happened. But you only have the strength to walk off to your car, slam the door behind you, and drive home as fast as you can, the road blurred through your tears.

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Wednesdays used to fill you with joy.

You'd fly through your classes, attend student council meetings, hang out with your friends at lunch, before rushing to the Henderson household to pick up Dustin. You and him would exchange jokes and stories in the car, whatever song the boy wanted blasting from your car radio, before you dropped him off for Hellfire Club. You'd wait around afterwards, knowing that Eddie and you would eventually go to his trailer to hang out and have sex.

Now, Wednesdays are like any other. Most of your schedule's in tact. Except you tactfully avoid questions about Eddie and disappear as soon as you drop off Dustin.

You're back with Jason now too. You're not too sure why. He's not particularly different from the last time you two dated. But you're lonely. You're angry. You're hurt. You want some company and he's there to provide it.

You don't ever praise or join in on Jason's insults against Eddie. But a part of you is glad to hear it. Fuck him, you think. Fuck Eddie Munson. The asshole who broke your heart with no remorse.

"Baby, can you pick up my weed for me today?" Jason begs as he slams your locker shut for you, his face peering from behind. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes, biting your tongue.

"I have babysitting duties today, remember? With the Hendersons?"

Jason waves it off.

"Yeah, yeah, and that's cool and all but I promised my teammates we could get high as hell after the game this Friday and I forgot I have detention today so I can't pick it up."

You sigh, wanting to refuse, but you know there's a good two hour gap in between when you drop Dustin off and when you have to pick him up again.

"Fine. Who's your dealer again?"

"Eddie Munson."

The mention of his name makes your skin crawl, ice running through your veins, but you mask it with a brave smile.

"Ah yes, of course. Sure. I'll pick it up for you."

Jason smiles, but it's not a smile you adore like you adore Eddie's. It's just obnoxious and cruel, and you're already tuning out the rest of the conversation.

"Thanks hotstuff, you're a lifesaver. I'll see you after the game on Friday."

"Cool."

Sitting in the front seat of your car looking into the forest, you feel like a fucking idiot. All you need to do is go up to the damn trailer, knock on his door, tell him that you're here to pick up Jason's stash and then leave. But you're pinned to the driver's seat in fear and anxiety.

Letting out a shaky breath, you climb out of the driver's seat, the leaves crunching underneath your boots as you trek closer towards the trailer. What stops you in your tracks is the sound of someone giggling and Eddie's voice following soon after, and you begin to walk towards the noise.

Chrissy Cunningham, blonde bombshell and most popular girl in Hawkins High, is talking to Eddie. She has a bright smile on her face and she seems to be flirting with him, though you can't make out the specifics of their conversation. Eddie seems more than happy to indulge her in her flirting, making exaggerated movements and giving her his signature smirk.

Realization sinks into your stomach when it becomes clear to you that you really were nothing to him. You were just a hook up that got too clingy. And he's upgraded from you, it seems, in the blink of an eye. Chrissy is a good choice, you bitterly think. You can't even be mad because again, Eddie isn't yours. And he never was yours.

And Chrissy is also a really nice girl.

You can barely breath through your tears when you pick up your phone and dial Family Video, knowing that Robin is manning the counter today. Robin picks up after a few rings, her voice monotone and bored until she realizes it's you on the other side.

"This is Family Video, your number one place for VHS rentals and purchases. My name is Robin, how may I help you today-"

"Robin, I-I need a favor." you managed to croak out, your throat dry from all the tears. You can hear Robin shift in the background.

"(Y/n)? Woah, hun, what's going on?"

"I-I need you to pick up some weed from Eddie. Jason's stash. H-he needs it before his Friday game and I can't pick it up today. P-please do this for me. Please..." you can't even finish the sentence through your tears and you vaguely hear Robin yelling at Steve to cover her shift.

"I got you, okay? I'll pick up the stash, no problem. Do you want me to come by tonight and drop it off?"

"Yes please."

You hang up before Robin can ask you any further questions, as you only have one thought on your mind: drop by the gas station, flash your fake ID, get drunk and cry to whatever sad song is playing on the radio today.

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"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! HELLOOOOO-" Robin pounds on your front door loudly, anxiously looking into your front windows. Your parents are out of town and all the lights are off, despite it being night time, so Robin can't even tell if you're really home. She pulls back, defeated, before looking at Steve with a raised eyebrow, daring him to do something.

"Stay here."

Steve then climbs onto the nearby tree to scale up to your bedroom window, knocking on the glass precariously, almost falling off the roof with the force with which you leap forward and hug Steve.

"STEEEVEEEEE YOU'RE HERE!!!! MY HERO!!!" you're clearly drunk, your hair is frazzled and you smell like wine. Your room's a semi-mess, a pile of freshly done laundry scattered across your bed, your socks bunched up awkwardly by your feet.

"Hold on. Let me let Robin in first." Steve chuckles, sitting you down and closing the window behind him. Your eyes light up at the mention of your other best friend.

"ROBIN'S HERE? YAY...."

Steve hurries downstairs and unlocks the door, letting Robin in, who is staring at Steve with a confused expression. Steve sighs.

"She's drunk. Very drunk."

As the two of them walk up the stairs, you call out to Robin.

"ROBIN CAN YOU PLACE THE STASH BY THE BATHROOM? HIDE IT UNDER THE SINK PLEASE THANK YOUUUU-"

"You don't have to yell, hun, I can hear you just fine." she chuckles, before walking off to the bathroom. Steve hears you walk around the room, shuffling through some items, which puts him on high alert.

"(Y/n)? What exactly are you doing in there?"

"Oh, I'm... I'm gonna call Eddie. And tell him what an ASSHOLE he is and why I'm actually HAPPY that he's out of my life!" you lament out loud, your body thudding against the door as you accidentally slam against it, your sense of balance completely gone. Steve and Robin look at each other, panicked, before Steve's hand is on the door handle.

"Uh, I don't think thta's a good idea-" he tries to get you to change your mind, but you lock the door.

"NOPE I'M NOT LETTING YOU TWO... CHANGE MY... MIND! I'm calling him right now and you can't stop me."

You're basically slurring your words now and Steve and Robin continue to bang on the door, begging for you to open up. But you don't care, your vision is hazy and you feel fucking amazing (euphoric even), the distant ringing of the telephone keeping you company before Eddie picks up on the other side.

"Hello?" he answers, confused.

"Listen up, asshole. You know, when you first told me I was a 'hook up', I was hurt. I really liked you and I thought maybe you really liked me, so I was VERY sad for a long time." you begin to rant, swaying from side to side. You hear Eddie sigh on the other end.

"Listen-" he tries to interrupt you, but you don't let him.

"And THEN I SAW YOU WITH CHRISSY TODAY. And it totallyyyyy made sense. I'm not good enough for you."

"What?"

"Eddie, I may still hate you, but you're a catch." you hiccup. "You're hot, you're good at guitar, and you're funny. Chrissy's really pretty, she's really nice and she's not as clingy as I am. You two are really-" you have to pause, your head starting to spin with nausea. "Really good for each other. So good for you."

"(Y/n), you're clearly drunk and talking non-"

You interrupt Eddie once more.

"BUT IF YOU BREAK HER HEART LIKE YOU BREAK MINE, I WILL END YOU, MUNSON! I know where you live, don't forget that."

You hang up before throwing your phone onto your bed, setting down your glass of wine before opening up the door for Robin and Steve. Your best friends are staring at you, wide eyed and shocked, which quickly morphs into expressions of horror and worry when you look visibly sick.

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

Robin is holding your hair away from your face as you throw up into the toilet, Steve cringing at the horrible sounds. He knows you're going to have a killer headache and stomachache afterwards, so he disappears into your kitchen, pulling out some painkillers and a warm cup of tea to soothe your stomach.

The sound of a car screeching to a halt outside, followed by hurried footsteps and fervent knocks on the front door, cause Steve to stop in his tracks before opening the door. Eddie's standing there, looking scared out of his mind, trying to look over Steve's shoulder.

"Is she here?" Eddie tries to come forward but Steve puts forth his hand, stopping the metalhead in his tracks.

"Back up, Munson. Why should I let you in to (Y/n)'s house?"

"Come on, Steve. I know she's here and I need to talk to her-" Eddie begs, trying to shove past him again, but Steve doesn't budge.

"No. You HAD all the time to talk to her. But she told us everything. You're one sick asshole, playing with her heart like that. If she was just a hook up, you shouldn't have strung her along just to dump her for someone so soon afterwards."

Steve's words pierce his heart and Eddie feels even more desperate to make things right.

"It's all a misunderstanding, I-" Eddie pauses, his hand coming up to tug at the root of his hair in frustration. "Jason. Jason threatened me and I couldn't let her chances of getting into Columbia be ruined because I love her."

The confession makes Steve blink in confusion, his words settling in slowly.

"Jason... threatened to block her chances from getting into university if you didn't break things off with her?" Steve slowly repeats, only frustrating Eddie further.

"YES! And I can't have her drinking herself to death thinking that I never loved her, please, I know I screwed up but I have to talk to her-"

"Fine."

Eddie's brushing past Steve already, practically sprinting up the steps and bursting into your bedroom. Robin opens her mouth to argue but sees Steve nodding from the background, motioning that it was okay. Glaring at Eddie, she whispers into your ear that her and Steve will be waiting outside, before she joins Steve out in the hallway to give you two some space.

"Hi, princess."

You slowly turn your head at the sight of Eddie kneeling beside you, worry etched into his beautiful face. God, even when you hate his guts, he still knows how to make your heart flutter with anticipation. You groan, the stinging headache starting to set in, before you avert your gaze forward.

"What are you doing here?" you mumble.

"You called me, remember?" he laughs quietly. You glare at him.

"Doesn't mean I wanted to see you, asshole."

It's clear that you're upset at him. Scratch that, you're furious. You're heartbroken. And he knows it's all for a good fucking reason. Sighing, Eddie sits down next to you, taking off a towel by the side to wipe your mouth.

"I know that you hate me. And you have every reason to. But I have to let you know: you aren't just a hook up for me. You were never just a hook up for me."

"W-what?"

"Jason, he... he threatened me. Said his dad was best friends with the Dean of Columbia and that if I didn't break things off with you, he'd make sure you wouldn't get in. I loved you, I still do, but... I couldn't be the reason you didn't get into your dream school." he slowly confesses, and you feel the cool touch of his metal rings against the side of your face as he strokes your cheeks lightly.

"Also, Chrissy was just there for a poorly attempted drug sale. She's a nice girl, but I don't think of her in any romantic way. Not when I have someone like you in my mind 24/7." he chuckles, throwing your towel into the laundry bin behind you. You look up at him with wonder and surprise this time, slowly taking in his words.

"So... you love me?" the question comes out hesitant and muted, as if you can't believe it. It breaks his heart again and Eddie's pulling you onto his lap, holding your face in his hands and speaking slowly, emphasizing every single word.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much. You'd never be just a hook up for me. And you never were. Please forgive me, princess."

His eyes are searching for any indication of forgiveness. Then you break into a watery smile, nodding quickly before wrapping your arms around his neck, crushing him in a hug. The force with which you embrace him causes him to fall backwards, his back hitting the bath tub.

"You know, angel, this is kind of like our first date." Eddie mentions, motioning to the bath tub. You roll your eyes.

"The first time we had sex was NOT our first date." you counter, pouting. Eddie smiles.

"You're right. We haven't had a proper first date. I'll have to take you out some time soon."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He tries to lean in for a kiss, but you scrunch up your face and push him away with a scowl.

"Eddie, I look like a mess. Not to mention I've been drinking and I just threw up."

"You look perfect." he insists, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Though, you're right. We should hold off on making out until you've brushed your teeth."

"Then we can make out?" you eagerly ask, causing Eddie to laugh. God, he's missed you.

"Yes, princess. Then I'll kiss you until your lips fall off."

-> a/n: oof besties when I tell you I have like a million projects being written for Eddie... I'm especially hyped for you all to be able to read the one I just finished writing today, not too sure when I'll post it (probs some time next week, maybe Thurs/Fri night). As always, if you liked it, please leave a like/comment/reblog so I know!

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️