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[dgolden-boy]

La favorita de Dios

[cheolhub]

LOVE SCENE — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.

wc. 2.3k

warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry — MINORS DNI 18+

note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so i’ll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didn’t do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. he’s what people call a ‘nerd’ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and you’re the pretty girl that didn’t understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him. 

you couldn’t help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever. 

then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem class– the end of the first semester of your sophomore year– right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him you’d rather thank him another way— another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner. 

he would’ve been stupid to decline. so he didn’t. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.

now you’re in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and you’ve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.

seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your life– probably better than he knows himself. 

so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“hey,” he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you don’t turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. “baby?”

you feel your heart clench at the pet name. “hmm?” you hum.

“baby, do you not wanna do this anymore?” he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. “i can pull out.”

you mumble, “i-i do.” 

he cocks his head even more confused, “talk to me, pretty, what’s going on?”

he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize he’s not gonna let this go, but it’s partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.

“‘m just… so scared of graduating…” you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter. 

he hums, “look at me, baby.” the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. “why?”

you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet you’re still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now you’re mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever. 

“i-i’m scared that… that you’re gonna go off without me,” you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable. 

“where am i gonna go, beautiful?” he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you. 

you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. “s-scared you’re gonna go do big things ‘n leave me…” 

he freezes at that, eyes widening, “leave you?” he asks incredulously as if he couldn’t believe that you’d ask that question. “baby, you think i’d leave you?” 

you nod slowly. “i dunno, ‘s just that i’ve been thinking ‘n you’re so smart– gonna go get a real job that’s across the country or something…” 

he’s honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when he’s tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?

“oh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.” he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. “pretty fucking thing, i adore you— love you. more than anything.”

your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. “really?”

“yes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?” he whispers, breath fanning against your face. 

you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction. 

“my pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?” he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. “you wanna be my wife?”

you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, “yeah, w-wanna be your wife.” 

your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again. 

“yeah? bet you want my kids, too.” he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that you’ll get turned off at them. 

you choke, clamping tightly around his length. “f-fuck.” you cry. “d-don’t say things like that, seok.”

“why? ‘cuz i’m right?” he grunts, thrusts growing faster.

you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. you’d be such a great mom and he’d love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family. 

admittedly, he’s been wanting to talk about his future with you. he’s been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. he’s imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that they’ll look like both of you– kids with your eyes and his nose. he’d kill for that.

“wanna put a baby in you,” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. “swear to god, ‘m gonna give you everything you want– ‘ll get you a ring ‘n a house– everything. just say the word.”

you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you can’t resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle. 

seokmin pulls back, panting, “gonna let me give it to you, baby?” 

“uh-huh!” you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. “yes, yes, please give it to me.” your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure. 

and you know the decision is haste– a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems… absurd to say the very least, but you don’t need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know he’d make an even more amazing husband and father. 

who would’ve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?

he lets out a guttural moan, “such a good girl, always saying please.” he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears. 

his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. “never gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.” he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you. 

the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble. 

he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, “shit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling. 

“y-yeah, so close,” you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. “so fuckin’ close, min, ‘m gonna cum.”

his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, “come on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.” he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you can’t resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.

your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms. 

he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. “thaaat’s it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.” he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does. 

“s-so good,” you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit. 

he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 

your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell he’s close. so close to giving you the life you’ve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever. 

“seok, cum inside me,” you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at you– his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet they’re filled with all the love in the world.

he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.

“i… fucking love you…so much.” he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. “god, so much, baby, love you so much.”

you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. “me too, seok, i love you.” your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of them– understands you so well. 

his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. “gonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?” he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably. 

“yes, yes, yes, please, wan’ it so bad!” you beg.

it’s all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. it’s a newfound feeling for both of you– his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till it’s spilling on his freshly washed sheets. he’s grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now can’t live without.

you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so good– so euphoric– while it’s leaking out of you. you don’t know how you’ve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once.  

“c-came so much, baby…” you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you. 

as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.

“hey… love,” he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. “you should’ve told me you felt like that… i hate that you thought i’d just leave you ‘cause we won’t be in school anymore.”

you frown, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to bring it up without being awkward… it’s the real world and i dunno… things are different.”

he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. “i get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.”

you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. “yeah, i remember… was that a proposal by the way?” you ask meekly. 

he squeezes at your waist, “did you want it to be?” he beams.

“i mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.” 

“what? you mean you didn’t think you’d get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?” he asks with faux incredulity. “i, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.”

you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, “you don’t know that, i’m not pregnant… yet.”

his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, “well, maybe another round can change that, hmm?”

you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, “make me yours then, seokmin.”

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[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with drunk reader part ll

You can find part l with Choso and Nanami here

Pairing: Geto x reader; Megumi x reader; Gojo x reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: harrassment in Geto's and Gojo's part, breakup in Megumi's part, HEAVY (and I mean it) mentions of smut in Gojo's part, I'm sorry if it's shitty As always, I apprechiate every little comment or reblog. Thank you my loves <3

Suguru Geto

You’ve had the greatest night since forever, celebrating your birthday with your closest friends.

“Okay, one last shot, come on!”

You give in to your classmate Kenzo who literally pushes you to the bar. To be honest, you are already full to the brim and it is definitely past midnight. But still, you let him grab your hand, dragging you behind him while he orders two shots of your favorite liqueur.

“To you, sweetie.”

In a normal state of mind, you’d probably immediately turn him down. Kenzo has been hunting after you since he first laid eyes on you, always trying to push forward a relationship. And while you do think he is a decent person, the spark simply never spread.

But tonight you had way too much drinks to bother about his wording. With a swift motion, you empty the shot glass with one gulp, smiling triumphantly at the man in front of you.

“Hey (y/n), we’ll leave now”, another friend of yours announces.

“Oh yeah, I’ll leave soon too”, you reply with a sly grin.

“You want us to wait for you? You really shouldn’t walk home alone anymore, (y/n)”, the concerned voice of your bestie shouts over the blasting music.

“Nah don’t worry, I’ll go to the toilet now and then call a taxi.”

“Fine. Take care of yourself and make sure you go home alone”

She embraces you in a tight hug. With one last glance at Kenzo she and the others leave.

Suddenly everything seems to be too much for your overstimulated brain. The loud music, the constant glimmering of lights, the sweaty people surrounding you and especially the alcohol that makes you feel dizzy and a little unwell. Yes, it really is time to go.

“I’m gonna pee an’ leave”, you mutter into Kenzo’s ear before turning on your heels and walking towards the toilets.

Damn, you’re really not feeling well anymore. That last shot was definitely too much, you can’t even walk a straight line, even pulling down your panties seems like an impossible act at this point. A glance into the mirror reveals your pale face and sunken eyes. Yeah, you should call it a day. Let’s just get this over with and call a taxi.

You make your way back to the bar, back where you’ve seen Kenzo the last time. Even though you have absolutely no nerve to talk to him right now, you force your way through the crowd of people.

“Will leave now. See ya.”

Without waiting for his reply, you push through the crowd of people to the exit, wobbly legs barely able to even stand on your high heels any longer.

The fresh air of the night hits you like a wall, almost making you throw up. Fuck, you feel like shit. You’ll definitely regret drinking that much in the morning.

“Hopefully I don’ have to puke…”, you mumble to yourself.

While holding onto a tree for support, you kick off your shoes, almost falling into a nearby bush when picking them up.

“Much better…”

The streets are lonely, almost therapeutic at this point. Maybe you don’t even have to call a taxi. After all, you’re only living a few blocks away from here. This shouldn’t be a problem, right?

“Hey, (y/n)!”

Urgh, that voice. That all too familiar voice you really don’t wanna hear anymore tonight.

“What’s up, Kenzo?”

“I can’t believe you’d leave without me!”

You blink at him, face showing absolutely no emotion while you desperately try to not vomit all over him. What’s up with that pick-me guy?

“Told ya I’m goin’ home now.”

He takes a few steps towards you, eyes darkening. Oh no. No, no, no. Even though you’re definitely very very drunk, this gives you chills. This can’t be a good sign. God, please just let him pull some dirt out of your hair, please let him-

“There’s something I wanted to talk about with you for a while now, (y/n).”

Geto didn’t mean to spy on the conversation that lays itself out just a few meters away from him, but he can’t help himself. The two of you probably left the nearby club while he gets home after exorcising some curses. Well, lives can be so different.

“Oh please don’t”, a female voice replies.

He has to squint his eyes in order to see who’s talking. A quite tall man who positioned himself in front a woman. She doesn’t seem too eager to be this close to him, though. Should he help you? No, he shouldn’t interfere.

“Just one kiss. Just one kiss and you’ll see that you like me too.”

The man grabs her shoulders violently, forcing himself onto you.

Geto should just keep going-

“Let me go!”, you scream out, your weak attempts to push him away failing miserably.

He can’t. With rapid steps he walks towards you both, pushing the man so hard that he stumbles backwards.

“I think the lady said no”, Geto notes calmly, positioning himself in front of you.

All you can do is stare at the scene with glossy eyes. Fuck, is it your fault that it came this far? Of course you always knew that Kenzo has feelings for you. You just never thought that he’d…force himrself onto you like that. But far more important is the man that came to save you, that man with his black hair in a neat bun wearing a black uniform. That man that looks so striking that you can’t take your eyes off him.

Who is he?

“This is none of your business!”, Kenzo barks at him.

“You might be right, but I can’t let you force yourself onto her, can I? Now please lower your fists and go home.”

He’s talking so friendly, his voice so soft and melodic that you just have to listen to him. You hold your breath, watching Kenzo’s every move.

“Please just leave, Kenzo. I told ya over and over I don’t wanna be with you”, you mumble.

“Get out of the way!”

It happens faster than you are able to even think. Kenzo lunges himself at the stranger, fists flying through the air. It only takes him one swift motion of his arm to knock Kenzo off his feet, landing in the grass butt first. His other hand is firmly pressed against your shoulder, keeping you at distance to the scene that folds itself out in front of you.  

You have to blink a few times, mind still trying to process what just happened. Kenzo wanted to force himself onto you. That man, that absolutely breathtaking handsome man saved you with just one motion.

“Are you alright?”, the stranger asks in your direction, smiling at you so charming that you forget to properly breathe for a moment.

“Y-yeah…”, you stutter.

“We’ll talk about this when I see you again, (y/n). I won’t forget that”, Kenzo coughs out while lifting himself up.

“We sure will man”, you bark at him.

With one last glance at you, he turns around and stumbles away into the darkness of the night.

“I hope I didn’t scare you too much, I just couldn’t watch this. Are you really fine? You look a little pale to me”, the stranger speaks directed towards you.

The second he turns around to fully face you you are lost. He is much taller than you, huge frame lingering over you like a shadow. Despite his hair being in a neat bun, one single strand of hair frames his delicate features so perfectly that you can’t look away. And that smile…

You are mesmerized.

“Can you hear me? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You vehemently shake yourself out of your daydreaming.

“Nah, I’m alright.”

“Maybe a little drunk”, the stranger comments with a grin.

“Yeah, that’s for sure”, you mumble, a small smile creeping up your face.

“Are you living far away from here? I’m not comfortable with letting you walk around this late at night all one.”

“It’s a nice lil walk. But if you want to keep me company I wouldn’t be mad. Who are you?”

“My name is Suguru Geto. What’s your name?”

“Huh, what a nice name for a nice man…”, you spit out.

Fuck. Why are you always talking so openly when being drunk? This is definitely not the right time to get saved by a handsome guy.

Suddenly he begins to laugh at your comment, scratching the back of his head with a little blush creeping up his delicate cheeks.

“Don’t flatter me. Let’s get going, shall we?”

“Yeah…”

Even though you carry your heels in your hands, walking seems like an impossible mission this late at night after drinking so much. Your eyes focus on the pavement as hard as they can, mind telling your unruly feet what to do.

“Let me hold these for you.”

Gently, he takes your heels and carries them for you. Oh my, why does he have to be such a gentleman? A striking beautiful man with a character of gold is definitely stuff where dreams are made of.

“Why where you out there this late at night?”, you ask through the silence of the quiet streets around you.

“I just came back from work”, he replies.

“Oh, that’s rough buddy.”

Where the hell is he working this late at night with a fine uniform like the one he’s wearing? Definitely somewhere important.

“God, I love guys in uniform…”, you mumble more to yourself.

But of course he heard you, heart almost beating out of his chest by the way you gaze up at him. Despite you’ve probably been up all night long and what you had to endure that evening, you still look breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Who was that man? Did you know him?”

It’s not wise to get lost in your appearance. After all, he saved you from being harassed. Doing the same thing isn’t appropriate at all.

“Yeah, that’s Kenzo. He has a crush on me since a few years now. Guess he saw a chance because I’m drunk…”, you explain briefly, rolling your eyes just thinking about that jerk.

You’ll definitely confront him and then never talk to him again. What a creep.

Before you’re able to properly understand what’s going on you begin to fall over a breach.

Just a second before you hit the ground full force, a pair of strong arms catches you mid-air.

“Hey, are you alright? Don’t worry, I’ve got you”, Suguru notes, his hands holding you in place.

You don’t know what to do, eyes completely lost in his brown orbs that look down at you gently. His arms feel muscular against your back, making your breath hitch. God, how is this man so attractive? And why on earth is he so kind to an idiot like you? Your hands hold onto his broad shoulders tightly, not daring to let go. It feels as if he light a firework inside you you didn’t even know existed.

Is this the alcohol? No, definitely not.

“I will get you back on your feet now, okay?”, he breathes out while Suguru’s very own knees go weak by the way you gaze up at him.

You continue to walk in silence, both minds racing and hearts pounding out of your chests.

“Here I am…”, you finally mutter.

“You didn’t even tell me your name yet”, Suguru speaks out, kind eyes fixated on yours.

“If you want to see me again, find out and meet me…”, you purr, amazed by your own courage.

“Fine, I will. Have a good night. And don’t meet up with that guy again”, Suguru replies, pulling you into a short hug that leaves you absolutely speechless.

God, please let this man find you when you’re sober.

Please.

Megumi Fushiguro

He lays his eyes on you the whole time. The way you just sit in the corner of the room, staring into the cup in front of you with empty eyes. While Megumi isn’t the type to party himself, you were always outgoing, confident, everyone’s sweetheart at every event. Seeing you like this at a birthday party doesn’t match this at all.

Why does he bother, though? He never failed to tell you to slow down, after all. Wouldn’t it be strange if he suddenly approached you like that?

“Huh, looks like (y/n) isn’t feeling that well”, Yuji comments beside him.

“I thought so too…”

“She and her boyfriend just broke up. Now she’s sitting there after gulping down some drinks…”, Nobara explains.

Megumi’s heart skips a beat. The two of you broke up? He always hated that guy, the way he treated you like shit and even worse, made you feel like it too. You should be glad it’s over just like he is.

Stop. He shakes his head in disbelief over his own thoughts. Why would he even bother about your relationship? You are nothing more than friends, going to Jujutsu High and fighting together. It isn’t more than that…

Right?

“You should go talk to her, Fushiguro”, Yuji suggests suddenly, making Megumi almost lose his cool.

He, talking to you about your relationship?

“Why me, idiot?”, Megumi mumbles.

“Because you have the best connection with her. No go”, Nobara persists, shoving his body your direction.

No, there’s no way in hell he can have that talk with you. Maybe he’s spilling the beans, maybe you’ll think he’s a weirdo.

Or even worse. Maybe you’ll get the idea that he likes you more than a friend.

Mindlessly, Megumi grabs a cup from the table, pouring down whatever it contains. He has no other choice, though. You’re feeling miserable and he can’t see you like that.

“Hey, how are you doing?”, he greets you before sitting down next to you on the couch.

“Oh, ‘m fine…”, you mumble.

He can tell by the way you smell like a sake factory and your stumbled words that you’ve drank a lot tonight. Megumi swallows, slipping back and forth uncomfortably next to you.

“Actually no. He broke up with me, ‘Gumi…”

Tears swell up your eyes all over again. You shouldn’t be sitting here like a fool, all depressed over a boy who never really loved you. No, you shouldn’t drink so much that you might forget his name. It’s not about him, though. It’s about the way he made you feel like shit, as if you aren’t worth being loved by someone.

And maye…Maybe he’s right with that. Your relationship lasted only 4 months. Maybe it is your fault, after all. Maybe you aren’t someone to be loved.

“I’m sorry to hear that”, Megumi replies.

“Don’t be. The relationship was shit anyways. Just like him…”

Megumi furrows his brows, trying to understand what you mean.

“Then why are you sad?”

Urgh, you hate the way Megumi looks at you, it’s not hard to tell that he’s judging you behind those eyes.

“Never mind, I need fresh air…”, you mumble, standing up so suddenly that your head spins in confusion.

Fuck. Megumi curses himself for being so dumb. Why did he ask such a question? Why did he just let you go like that while he’s still standing there, looking after you like the idiot he is?

Instinctively, his hand grabs another cup before he begins to run after you.

You hate the way tears run down your cheeks all over again. Damn, drinking was definitely a bad idea. While you do feel even better after a few sips of sake normally, the alcohol seems to strengthen your sadness when you’re down already. Angrily, you wipe over your face, try to stop yourself from feeling this depressed over a damned boy.

Megumi’s heart shatters when seeing you outside, your tears glistening in the moonlight. He clenches his hands into fist. God, just thinking about that jerk…How could he hurt you like that?

“Hey”, he gently mutters, his hand brushing over your back.

“Get lost”, you mutter into your hands.

Why does Megumi have to be here right now? He has never seen you cry. No, not in a million years you would have cried in front of him. But at the moment, everything seems to be crashing down on you, life a pile of pain.

“I won’t”, he remarks.

“Maybe it’s because I’m drunk or maybe I’m just being sensitive right now but…Megumi, do you think I’m the problem?”

His fingers stop right in their tracks, eyes darted towards you in nothing but disbelief. Did you really just say that? Is this really how you feel about yourself?

“I don’t want something like that coming out of your mouth ever again, (y/n).”

Suddenly Megumi is so close to you that you can feel his breath brushing against your face, eyes only inches away from yours.

“This guy was a jerk, he never deserved you anyway. You could do so much better.”

With him. You could do so much better with him.

“I know, this isn't about me having feelings for him. But what if I’m the problem, Megumi? Maybe I’m just hard to love…”

Megumi himself doesn’t know what’s happening to him. Is it because he himself drank more than usual or is it because you are drunk? He can’t tell. But at the moment, all he is able to do is grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours.

He waited so long for this moment, even though he was never able to admit his feelings to you. But how is he supposed to keep his composure when you’re standing in front of him like that, tasting like mohito and tears you shouldn’t be crying out?

“You are definitely not hard to love. Believe me, I know it best”, he mumbles against your lips.

Your sharp and fast breath brushes against his opened lips, glossy eyes gazing up at him. Did Megumi really just kiss you? The Megumi Fushiguro who told you over and over how much he dislikes you? The Megumi Fushiguro who never really showed his feelings to anyone?

“Megumi”, you breathe out.

“Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I love you. I have loved you for a long time”, he mumbles.

“Finally!”, Nobara suddenly cries out.

Both of you break away from each other immediately, your face heated like fire.

“You see, Fushiguro? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“Can you just leave you idiots…”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“Tell me (y/n), is he a good kisser?”

“NOBARA!”

Satoru Gojo

You can’t help but admire your boyfriend on the dancefloor, his sunglasses reflecting the neon light so well. God, what a beautiful sight he is, how absolutely gorgeous.

“Enjoying the view babe?”, he shouts your direction.

His voice magically attracts you. Without thinking twice you make your way to him, arms wrapping themselves around his neck while you rub your butt against his crotch. The way his gaze lingers over your body makes shivers run down your spine, drunk mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be in.

“I’d rather enjoy you, babe”, you purr into his ear.

How is it that you have a few cocktails and start acting like a horny teenager? Satoru doesn’t mind, though. Quite the opposite, he loves it when your attention lays exclusively on him. In a crowd full of good-looking man, he is the only one you stare at shamelessly.

And he is the only one who’ll take you home tonight.

“I’ll grab a drink, don’t run away from me”, you seductively note, hands roaming around his broad chest before letting go.

“You’d have to stop me from following you instead, babe.”

With a last grin, you disappear in the crowd. Damn, how did he get so lucky? You’re the best thing that could have happened to him, a woman that turns heads on a regular basis. And you’re his. Exclusively his alone, the only man who gets the pleasure to see your striking body, the only one who’s allowed to hear your cute little moans.

“What is a cutie like you doing here on her own, huh?”, a black-haired guy next to you suddenly hushes into your ear, his breath of sake almost making you retch.

Ew, who is this guy and what the hell does he want from you? Even though you get it on from time to time, something about than man tells you that he’s off.

You are way too drunk and horny to deal with him right now.

“I’m not on my own, thank you”, you remark dryly, watching as the bartender mixes your swimming pool.

His body draws uncomfortably closer. So close that you can feel his disgusting body heat against yours.

“You sure about that? I’m not seeing any guy around here.”

Stay cool, he will leave when he finally gets that you don’t have interest. One last comment will be enough to get rid of him.

“That’s because you’re not looking close enough, asshole”, you bark back.

Faster that you are able to react he grabs your wrist, roughly forcing you to face him. Well, you definitely didn’t expect this. You dizzy mind races, trying to think about what to do next.

“Get your hands off me, idiot”, you shout at him, desperately trying to free yourself out of his iron grip.

“You’re a little drunk, huh? That blush on your cheeks, I can see you like that…”

You can feel his hand before he even speaks a word, his sheer presence making time stand still for a moment. This man will hope he never stepped into that bar tonight.

“You’re touching something that’s mine.”

His voice might sound calm to an unexperienced listener, but you know all too well that he’s cooking on the inside. If there’s something your boyfriend hates more than anything else it is men approaching, let alone touching you.

“Sorry, didn’t read your name on her”, the man replies with a sly grin.

Oh, wrong answer. Definitely wrong answer. Satoru’s grip around your waist tightens, pressing you even closer to himself.

“I won’t repeat myself. Get your dirty hands off her right now or you’ll regret it.”

But even though you kind of enjoy the way your boyfriend stands up for you, you’ve seen enough. It is time to take matters into your very own hands.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ve got this”, you mumble into your boyfriend’s ear.

Violence isn’t a solution. No, it would be a bad idea to slap him. After all, he isn’t worth getting entangled with the police or getting your knuckles bruised.

Fuck it.

With a swift motion of your fist, you knock the man in front of you off his feet, nose instantly bursting out in blood.

“Next time think carefully about who you’re harassing, asshole”, you spit at him, pressing your heel into his cheek before walking away with Satoru right by your side.

“Nice blow handsome”, he comments, guiding you out of the bar as if nothing happened.

“I’m kinda proud, didn’t thought I had this in me after four cocktails”, you reply with a satisfied grin.

The cool air outside caresses your heated face gently. To be honest, you have enough of partying. All you want to do is going home now. After all, you are still on a mission…

“Babe, are you okay with leaving?”, you question, wrapping your arms around his back.

“To do what?”, he teases you, placing his hands just a few inches over your butt.

You know exactly what he’s up to, that he wants to make you blush. But after a few drinks, you aren’t that reserved anymore.

“To get myself laid on your couch while moaning your name of course”, you response sweetly.

Fuck, Satoru can feel something twitch inside his pants, begging him to take you home right here on the spot. Desperately he wraps his arm around you, caressing your face with a bunch of kisses.

“You’re mine”, he breathes against your forehead, hands roaming all over your body.

“Yours alone”, you confirm.

“No matter who else wants you.”

“I only want you…”

“That’s what I wanna hear. Now let’s ride home, shall we?”

“How about me riding you in the car though?”

Satoru grabs your hands, hastily dragging you to his car.

“You don’t have to say that twice…”

[missukiyo]

5 MORE MINUTES | KENTO NANAMI

— kento nanami x reader

tags: none. just extremely fluffy. slightly suggestive. established relationship fyi nanami works an office job here.

a/n: head empty js nanami. not proofread btw. yawns. reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kento groaned as he stirred awake to the insistent beeping of his alarm, a groan of annoyance escaping his lips.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced down at the clock, realizing he had to get up for work. Kento reluctantly peeled himself away from the warmth of the bed, only to feel you shift beside him, your arms wrapping around him tighter. “Kenny…” you murmured in your sleep, voice slurring ever so slightly.

A sleepy smile crept onto his face as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, admiring how peaceful and content you looked in his arms.

He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, hoping not to disturb your slumber. But you stirred at the touch, blinking up at him with a pout. "Mornin’ Kenny. Where ya off to? ‘s too early..." you mumbled, tightening your hold on him.

Kento couldn't help but chuckle at your adorable sleepy expression, his heart melting at the sight of you. He brushed a soft kiss against your forehead, his fingers gently stroking your cheek. “I have to go to work, baby.”

Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout as you groaned, “But you always work so late... can’t you stay for a bit longer?” you pleaded, giving him your infamous puppy dog eyes that made it almost impossible for him to resist.

“I know, baby, and I wish I didn’t, but I’ve got an important meeting today,” he explained, his tone patient and understanding. Kento sighed as a groggy whine escaped your lips.

“Work can wait, Kento” you insisted, fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. He let out a yawn before bringing you closer. “Just 5 more minutes… please. I’ll make it worth your while.” A mischievous glint formed in your eyes as you flashed him a wink.

Kento’s resolve crumbled at the sight of your playful, his heart swelling with love for you. He knew he was running late, but seeing you so cute and cozy in his arms, practically begging for his attention, made him want to stay forever. "You always know how to tempt me, don't you?" he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. The thought of spending a few extra minutes cuddled up with you was too tempting to resist. He leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands trailing down your back as he deepened the embrace before pulling away. “5 more minutes, yeah?”

You could only giggle as he shifted to get more comfortable, intertwining his legs with yours under the warm sheets. You nestled into his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I love you, Kenny.” You whispered against his lips, mouth curving into a smile as you pecked his lips once more. “I love you too, Y/N.” He whispered back, feeling your flimsy hands taking their time unbuttoning the buttons of his silky pyjama top.

5 minutes turned into 10.

And 10 Minutes turned into 20.

Well, you know how the rest goes.

Let’s just say that Kento Nanami arrived at work extremely late that morning, his noticeably disheveled state being a stark contrast to his typically polished appearance that they had grown accustomed to. His hair was tousled, his tie askew, and a myriad of love bites adorned his neck, causing both his coworkers and supervisors to eye him with suspicion. How was he going to explain his way out of this one?

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[emsgoodthinkin]

MDNI | dark!Eddie Munson content

After being together for 7 months, Eddie finally decided that he wanted to keep you forever to himself; so he made sure he did a good job kidnapping you at 3 o’clock in the morning, to take you to an abandoned house.

He didn’t even have to drug you, you actually sleep like a fucking boulder. If anything, small sounds wake you more than loud ones.

That was one of the things he loved most about you. Never a fight to put up with.

——

You’ve been trapped in this old, broken dusty room for 2 months now. You’re hungry. You’ve been hungry for hours, days, weeks..

Not to fear though, Eddie’s been right beside you the entire time. Never leaving your side… he won’t leave you alone for a second. It’s honestly bothersome.

——

When you awoke in this house months ago, you were confused. You knew he loved you.. alot but you didn’t think he would keep you away from the world.. forever.

His ears always perk up to the sound of your rumbling tummy, it’s loud enough to echo..

..because it’s been empty for weeks. other than the plate of crackers he brings you occasionally.

“Mm, someone’s hungry huh?” he asks with sarcasm and surprise

“I just filled you up last night baby, you need more?”

“Please.. Eddie I- I need real food my stomach hurts”—

“Shh, shh it’s okay I gotcha”, he says climbing on top of your bedded body, you’re too weak to protest. You did say you’d do anything for him when you guys met didn’t you?

“I know exactly what you need sweetheart, I’ll make that belly of yours full in no time”- he says pulling off your musky underwear, his cock already sprung out

“I’ll get ya so s-stuffed”—, he strains to say as he pushes his cock into you

“Ed please, not like this I’m starvin”—

Smack.

“I know you’re hungry, cock hungry, I’m giving you what you need aren’t I?” You nod sadly, as he pants, pounding into your sore, wet hole

“You should get real full after this, I might even give you seconds so you won’t go hungry again”

He knows you meant hungry for food, but his cock can fill you up just as satisfying as food can. His logic.

*stomach gurgling louder*

“Goddamn, you are hungry huh? Here ya go fuck— fuck I’m cummimg!!”, he shouts filling you to brim—

—

“There you go sweetie, bon appetite” he smirks, pulling out and cuddling you into his side

Silent tears roll down your face, all you wanted was a piece of bread. A crumb.. anything more..

*stomach growls*

His eyes widen, chuckling looking down at you

“Still gotta big appetite dontcha?” he flips you back on to your back

“I think you could go for more, I know you can, you’re just a selfish, needy little bunny” he says patting your belly as if he’s talking about real food this time.

You start to want to say no, but he interjects that you forgot your dessert. Tonight’s special. Cream pie.

But not the kind you wanted.

You’re so hungry.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 20

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Andrew is back.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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“I want you to take this,” Dr. Kemp turns back to you, holding a spiral notebook with black and white cover, “and I want you to use it.”

You stare, uncertain as he crosses the room. Use it? How?

“You can write down your feelings, you can make lists for yourself, you can track the days…” he explains, “but I want you to put something in it every day. Can you do that for me?”

You look at the notebook as he holds it out. You slowly take it with both hands, lowering it to your lap as you run your thumbs up and down the cover. It’s brand new. You can smell the freshness of the paper.

“Can I draw in it?” You ask.

“Sure, if that’s what works for you,” he affirms, “that’s for you. You can bring it with you to our next appointment, but you don’t need to show me anything. It’s just there so you can record your moods and anything that might be a trigger for you.

“Oh,” you look up at him shyly, meeting his bold blue eyes for only a second before dropping your head.

“This is a safe place, alright? I want you to think of it like that. Everything within these walls stays between us. Our little secret.”

“Okay,” you hug the notebook to your chest.

“And I want you to set yourself a little goal every day. Nothing big, alright? It could be a shower, it could be reading a chapter of a book, it could be as simple as walking around the house,” he continues, “but you can’t stay in bed all the time. You gotta take care of yourself. You have to give yourself love and those things are the best sort of love.”

You nod and rock slightly, “yes, doctor. Are we… done now?”

“Are we?” He bends and crosses his arms over the back of the empty chair, “that’s up to you.”

“I… I think. I don’t wanna waste any more of your time.”

“Waste? No. See? Don’t talk about yourself like that. You didn’t waste my time, you enriched it,” he smiles, you see only a glimpse of how it brightens his features. “I think you should go home and get some rest. You came all the way here and you did a really good job.”

He pushes himself straight, “I’ll have my receptionist schedule a follow-up.”

“Thank you, doctor,” you stand and pick at the corner of the notebook.

“You let Andy take care of you too, huh? He’s worried,” he extends his arm, directing you to the door, “he’s a good friend of mine.”

“Uh, alright,” you murmur as he walks with you to the door. He rests his hand on the handle and you smell his cologne, rich but overwhelming. 

“It was really nice meeting you,” he turns the handle slowly.

“You too,” you squeak.

“See ya around,” he opens the door, “and remember, take care of you.”

“Thanks,” you keep your chin down as you exit.

Andy sits in the waiting room at the edge of his seat. He grips his knees and stands swiftly as he sees you. He must’ve been waiting a very long time. That felt like it lasted forever. The tension in his forehead slackens as you approach.

“How was it, honey? You okay?” He asks, his tone slightly addled.

“Yes, er, maybe,” you answer, “I don’t know.”

“What’s that?” He taps the top of the notebook.

“Um, a journal.”

“Steve gave that to you?”

You nod.

“That’s very nice of him. Well, how about we stop and buy you some nice pens to write in it?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I have to grab a few things,” he interjects, “I kind of… fell behind. I haven’t been out of the house, you know? I couldn’t leave you, I was so worried.”

“Oh? What about work?” You wonder tremulously.

“I had some time banked, it’s really not a big deal, but I gotta grab some groceries and we can look at some cute pens…”

“Can’t… can’t you do it later?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He rubs his beard and exhales. “Well, I’d have to drop you off and then come all the way back–”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you blurt out as you hear his disappointment, “I’m sorry, no, we can go, I just… I’m tired, is all.”

“It’s okay, honey. We’ll try to be fast, how about that?”

You nod and hide behind your lashes. Your guilt flows over and chokes you tightly. He brought you all the way here and missed work and it’s all your fault. Because you’re broken and useless.

“I’ll… I’ll try to make dinner,” you suggest, “Dr. Kemp says I should set goals.”

“Alright, sounds good,” Andy softens, “we should get going before it’s too busy.”

🕊️

You sit in the car, fluttering through the blank pages as Andy drives. You should write about your appointment. Put down everything that Dr. Kemp said before you forget. That’s a good plan. He’s right, it’s easy to set small goals.

“Hey, uh, I uh, can I talk to you?” Andy turns down the music.

“Er sure,” you shrug.

“Right, um, I wasn’t sure when to– or how to– I don’t wanna upset you, you know that, right? That I wouldn’t hurt you?” He begins, fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

You blink and stare at the dashboard, “I know, Andy. You’ve… done a lot for me.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that. It’s not… I don’t consider it a task, but er, the other day, I wanted to say sorry,” he clears his throat, squirming in his seat, “I should’ve knocked.”

Your throat tightens and you sit back stiffly. Your whole body locks up as the memory enshrines you. The damp air, the hot water, him staring at you, at your naked body.

“No,” you utter, “no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

He’s quiet as he turns the wheel, “sorry, sweetie, like I said, I don’t want to upset you. I just want… I’m just sorry for bursting in like that. I never want you to feel unsafe. Especially with me.”

“I… don’t,” you sniff, “it was just… a mistake. Can we forget it?”

“Sure,” he accepts, “yeah, let’s just forget it.”

“Thanks,” you lean into the door, watching the traffic through the window. 

Your body is covered in goosebumps. You feel like he’s seeing it all again. Just talking about it makes you feel exposed. What he must have thought about you. Hideous and gross.

“Here we are,” Andy says as the blinker clicks loudly.

He steers into a large lot and you peer up at the mall marquee. What are you doing here? You thought he was going to the grocery store?

“I got coupons for the place in here,” he explains as if reading your mind, “they just opened it, put it where the Target was.”

“Oh… I… never come here…”

“I think you’ll like it. They have everything– damn, not a lot of spots left. We’ll have to walk a bit.” He rolls into a space, “might be good for you to stretch your legs. We can always sit if you need to.”

You don’t argue. You feel bad enough. You won’t get in his way again.

“Sure.”

You get out and leave the notebook on the seat. Andy waits for you by the bumper and you follow him up the row of cars. You stop and wait to cross to the nearest entrance. The place is vast and makes your heart pound. There’s so many people coming and going through the many doors.

Inside, you feel a greater sense of doom. Shoppers brushing too close, teens speaking loudly in large groups, children screaming and mothers with strollers. Unthinkingly you grab onto Andy’s arm, keeping close to him.

“Hey,” he looks down at you as he leads you through the wide walkway.

“Just… don’t wanna get lost,” you cling to him tighter at the thought.

“That’s alright,” he smiles and looks around, “oh, hey…” He pulls you over to a shop window, “look at that.”

He points to the dress on the mannequin. It’s a nice shade of blue with the silhouette of birds patterned across it. Very pretty but you don’t wear dresses.

“Cute, huh?”

“Yeah.”

He stares, unmoving. You glance around. Where is the grocery store? You just want to leave this place.

“Come on,” he tugs you towards the entrance of the shop, “we can see if they have it in your size.”

“What? No. Andy. That’s okay. I don’t… I don’t need a dress.”

He stops just inside, “maybe, but do you want it?”

You chew your cheek, “I don’t know…”

“Look, you really don’t have that many clothes. I didn’t want to embarrass you but I spoke with Steve and he said… maybe it would be good to get you some new things. Like a refresh. Start new–”

“You said. You said we came to get groceries.”

“We did, honey, but I left this out. I was trying to surprise you. I thought– I thought it was a nice surprise.”

You see his expression fall. Oh no. You feel awful. You’re not trying to complain or be ungrateful, you just hate crowds and all these strangers.

“I… okay, it is nice. Andy,” you let go of him, “really, it’s so nice. No one ever… Amber always got me handmedowns, but I never…” you put your hands behind you and bounce on your toes, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, I know it’s all very new. I wasn’t trying to upset you or scare you,” he says, “maybe we could just look online.”

It’s clear he’s disappointed, if not agitated. You feel rotten. You remind yourself of all that he’s done and every time, you just whine like a baby.

“No, we can look around…” you try to smile.

He gives you a thoughtful look then peeks around the shop, “alright… well, you wanna try the dress on?”

You wince. You typically didn’t try things on at the thrift shop. You just picked things that looked like they would fit. The idea of getting undressed here, even in a private stall, is scary. Don’t be a baby.

“Okay,” you acquiesce, “I could do that.”

“Great,” he says and claps his hands.

He spins on his heel and you trail him as he confidently weaves between the tables and other shoppers. He stops before the dresses hung behind the window and sifts through the hangers. He slips one of the blue ones off the rod and holds it up.

“I think this is your size? I’m not sure.”

“Looks like,” you mutter, “um, I’ll… try it.”

“We can look at a few other things,” he offers.

“Maybe after?”

“Alright,” he searches around and flags down one of the employees, “excuse me, she wants to try this one.”

“Wonderful,” the woman chimes and takes the hanger from him, “just the one?”

“For now,” Andy smiles.

“This way, sweetheart,” the woman says as she beckons you with her long acrylic nails.

You follow her and Andy brings up the rear. She takes you around the counter and through a doorway. A row of stalls line the wall and she unlocks one with a key, hanging the dress inside. She steps back and leaves the door open for you.

“It’s all yours. Let me know if I can get you anything else. My name’s Isa.”

“Thanks,” you murmur mousily and she grins before strutting off.

“I’ll be out here,” Andy says as he sits on the bench.

You enter the changing room and close the door, certain to slide the bar through the loop. You turn and see yourself in the mirror. You flinch. You look down at your feet, refusing to acknowledge your reflection.

You undress then grab the dress. You pull down the zipper and shimmy it on. You strain to pull the zipper back up and fix the skirt so it hangs down properly. The skirt ends above your knees.

“Everything okay?” Andy calls from outside.

“Good,” you squeak and turn to face the door. You grab the side of the skirt, holding it firmly as you slide open the lock. You open the door reluctantly and reveal yourself. You clutch the other seam, “I think it’s a bit short.”

Andy looks at you. His cheek twitches as he sits up and smiles, “really? Looks fine to me…” he stares, making you squirm, “looks really nice on you, dove.”

“I don’t know…”

He nods and bites his lower lip, “it’s whatever you want.”

There it is again. Disappointed. You look down. It’s not that short and it is pretty. You could put a sweater over it and maybe some leggings underneath.

“I’ll get it,” you raise your head, “thanks, Andy.”

“Of course,” he says brightly.

You retreat into the dressing room and change back into your own clothes. You slip the dress back onto the hanger and bring it out with you. He takes it from you and guides you back into the shop. He stops you at a rack of jewelry.

“Look,” he grabs a silver necklace with a bird charm, “it’ll go with the dress.”

“Oh, sure,” you agree. Whatever he wants, you’ll get. You’d hate to overstep and you don’t exactly have a good sense of style. “Very pretty.”

“Let’s just have a look around, you never know… maybe find some nice shoes too?”

You nod and let him lead the way. As you progress through the shop, he picks out more things; some skirts, a sweater, some shirts, more jewelry, even some belts. He has an armful by the time you approach the checkout. You wring your hands. That’s a whole lot of stuff.

“Someone’s birthday?” Isa asks as she greets you at the counter.

“Uh, no, just… shopping,” Andy answers, “she needed a few things.”

“A few?” Isa scoffs, “I wish I had a husband who would spoil me with just a few things.”

“Husband?” You blanch.

Andy chuckles, “she deserves it.”

You notice how he doesn’t correct her. Maybe he feels too awkward. Like you.

“Sir, would you like to buy one of our membership cards? It’ll get you twenty percent off today’s purchase.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he pulls out his wallet, “how much?”

“It’s twenty dollars annually, gets you ten percent off every purchase.”

“Not bad, sure, why not? We might be back.”

“Andy,” you say softly.

He ignores you as he gets his card free. You watch the total mount as Isa scans each item. Somehow, this doesn’t feel like a favour. It’s just another number to add to the tally of what you owe him.

[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend Part 8

✧- Author's Note: Thank you all, for being so patience with me. I had been going through a lot of shit, I'm finally on anti depressants and will be attending therapy since I want to properly deal with my mental health. But thank you to all who have been checking up on me and been sending me such sweet messages and support, I really love and appreciate you all so I hope yall enjoy the new chapter. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✧- Word Count: 5445

✧- Parts: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7

(Name) sat there in the hospital bed feeling stupid. Alastor was able to calm them down since they sounded like a broken record. The TV played an old show. (Name’s) eyes poured into the show. A commercial played and not just any commercial but one that had Mammon on it prompting his cereal alongside (Name) who was dressed as a rabbit. (Name) rolled their eyes and changed the channel just seeing Mammon made them physically sick. (Name) adjusted themselves in bed and looked over at the empty chair that had Alastor in it. He had left since (Name) wasn't a fan of hospital food. So the radio demon promised that he would get them some food for their favorite place. (Name) sighed and looked up at the ceiling. They couldn’t believe that they let Mammon control like that. To play with them like that and hurt them, it almost killed them. This wasn’t love, you shouldn’t have to tire yourself out for someone. The door opened as (Name) expected to see Alastor, but it was no one other than Mammon who was holding some green roses and a basket that had snacks inside. “ Hey, there. “ Mammon had a smile but this smile was filled with guilt and worry, mostly guilt because Mammon knew that it was his fault that (Name) was in that hospital bed. (Name) stared at Mammon, looking him up and down. “ What are you doing here… “ (Name’s) tone was cold ice. “ I came to see ya, I even brought you some of your favorite snacks. “ Mammon let out a nervous chuckle and walked over and sat the basket on (Name’s) table along with the flowers. “ Mammon… “ (Name) said, rolling their eyes. “ Are you comfortable? Have they been getting you food? Because I can tell them to get ya some better food then the slop they serve here. “ Mammon said, smiling. “ Mammon… “ (Name) repeated themselves while sitting up more. “ I should bring you some pillows and blankets from home, I bet the hospital blankets and pillows are fucking uncomfortable, but don’t worry I’ll see if I can take you home and Rosemary can just visit everyday to check on you. “ Mammon said, while trying to fix (Name’s) blankets. “ Mammon! “ (Name) yelled.

Mammon let go of the blankets and looked at (Name) who had tears in their eyes and glare in their eyes. “ I’m not going home with you, I don’t even want you here… “ (Name) said, as they scoot away from Mammon. Hearing this felt like a slap across his face. “ Y-You don’t mean this, t-this is all just a minor event that happened. “ Mammon said, trying to reach out and hold (Name’s) hand but (Name) laughed and pulled back their hand. “ Minor event? I’m in a hospital bed, because I didn’t know how to take a break because of you! I can’t believe that I used to love you, that I wanted to ask you out… I’m glad this happened because it opened my eyes and let me know that being around you is toxic.. You are selfish, you don’t care about anyone but yourself and money… “ (Name) gripped the blanket as Mammon shook their head. “ No, No! That’s not true I love you (Name) “ Mammon took their hands into his. “ No… No you don’t… you love yourself and money, I need some time away from the spotlight, I need some time away from you, maybe forever… please… “ (Name) pulled their hands away and tucked them underneath their armpits. Mammon didn’t know what to say. It felt like his heart had shattered into a million pieces and those pieces just like (Name’s) were hard to swallow. But he knew that (Name) was right. If he loved them, then they wouldn’t be in this hospital bed, because you don’t hurt the people you love.

“ I understand, goodbye (Name)... “ Mammon, he turned around to leave. “ Mammon… “ (Name’s) said. Mammon turned around in hopes that maybe (Name) changed their mind. But instead (Name’s) instead pointing to the basket of snacks and flowers. “ Oh, y-yeah I’ll take that with me… “ Mammon walked over and grabbed the basket and flowers as (Name) looked at the wall, facing away from Mammon. He grabbed the basket and flowers walking off. The door opened as Alastor walked in with a bag. Mammon and Alastor looked at each other. Mammon glared before shoving past Alastor and slammed the door closed. The water in the cup almost spilling out because of the slam. “ You okay, (Name)? “ Alastor asked, not wanting to ask why Mammon was here, already knowing what happened since the two already discussed what (Name) would say to Mammon if he tried to visit her. “ Yes, I’m fine. “ (Name) looked at Alastor and smiled. Alastor smiled and nodded. He brought over (Name’s) favorite meal as (Name) set up their bed tray so they could eat. Alastor saw a petal from the flowers that Mammon had left behind. Alastor picked up the petal and set it on fire between his fingers. “ So, I have a guest room that you can stay in when the hospital releases unless you have somewhere else you wish to stay. “ Alastor pulled up a chair. (Name’s) wiped their mouth with the napkin. “ I wouldn’t mind staying with you, it will be like old times and we can catch up again. “ (Name) took another bite of their burger.

“ Great, I’ll make sure to make the room look presentable before they release you. “ Alastor sat back in the chair. “ And don’t worry about paying rent either, free of charge. “ Alastor smiled. (Name) smiled back and continued to eat their food. “ As for your clothes, how about we have a day of shopping. “ Alastor asked while he was fixing his vest. “ I guess that would be nice, but I don’t want you to spend your money on me. “ (Name) sheepishly said. “ Dear, I did that when I was alive and I didn’t mind, and I still don’t mind besides you deserve clothes that he hasn’t picked out or has his logo on it. “ Alastor looked up at (Name). I guess Alastor was right but they still felt bad. “ How about I do house chores and cook us breakfast, lunch, and dinner since you are giving me a room and buying me clothes. “ (Name) said, holding out their hand. “ So it’s a deal. “ Alastor shook (Name’s) hand. “ Now get some rest, you’ll need all your strength if you are going to leave the hospital. “ Alastor reached over and used the remote to turn off the lights. (Name) got themselves adjusted in bed. Thinking about what happened earlier with Mammon it felt good to stand up to him, but this was only the first step to becoming their own person. But deep down a part of (Name’s) still cared about Mammon and his dorky laughter. But they needed to get better before deciding if they truly loved Mammon and hopefully the king of greed will reflect on his actions. (Name) had slowly drifted off to sleep while Alastor was watching an old black and white show on the TV.

Mammon in his home sat on the bed that (Name) used to lay in. He had one of their hoodie’s hugged close to his chest. Covered in black stains from his tears. He had wailed out loud that none of the servants bothered him when they tried he would just yell at them to go away. He couldn’t believe the harsh words that (Name) said to him at the hospital but he knew a part of him deserved it. He wished he could go back in time and tell himself to treat (Name) right to treat them better, but you can’t go back in time to fix your mistakes, you must live with the consequences of your actions. Mammon had to live with the consequences of his actions, he wasn’t worried about the money he would lose or how he would replace (Name). He had no worries, just pain, he felt like a piece of him was missing now that (Name) wasn’t here. “ I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… “ He cried into the hoodie that was just drenched in tears and snot. He wanted this to be a bad dream, for (Name) to even call him and ask him to come get them from the hospital because their scared and alone even bored, because Mammon always knew how to make them laugh, that laughter he wouldn’t miss (Name’s) laughter he loved how they snorted and laughed like a maniac at his joke, not matter how much (Name’s) hated their laugh, Mammon loved it.

Mammon had eventually fallen asleep in (Name’s) in bed holding onto the hoodie like a baby that held onto their blanket in their crib. In his dreams he hoped that (Name) would be there but they weren't. It was just (Name) saying how much they despised them and found someone better. Even sleeping was painful for Mammon.

(Name) was finally released from the hospital. They were wearing Alastor's sweaters and some old pants of his. As they were getting ready to leave the hospital. “ Remember to take it easy and to avoid stress, a break from the spotlight is a good idea. Also three meals a day and get plenty of sleep. “ Rosemary said. (Name) smiled and nodded their head. “ Thank you, Rosemary. “ (Name) said. “ No problem, just avoid the king of greed… I’ll visit that dickhead… “ Rosemary mumbled the last part before walking off. “ Let’s go. “ Alastor smiled and placed his hand on (Name’s) back as the two left the hospital. The drive was quiet as soon as the two were at Alastor’s place. He showed (Name) to the guest room, it was small but comfortable. (Name) was always used to the lifestyle that (Name) spoiled them with, that they forgot rooms can be this small. This should be good, being away from Mammon will show (Name) they don’t need to be spoiled with large rooms, expensive clothing, and servants doing all the cooking and cleaning. “ I have to go meet Charlie and others for a meeting at the hotel, but food in the fridge, help yourself to anything in it and importantly make yourself at home, call me if you need something. “ Alastor said, walking over, placing his hands on (Name’s) shoulder and kissing their head. “ I’ll see you when I’m back. “ Alastor walked out of the room, soon (Name’s) could hear the sound of the front door closing.

(Name) looked around the room. The bed was a twin with black and red blankets that matched the pillows. The walls were dark red and floors wooden. The dresser had just a lamp and a few books. (Name) walked over and looked at the books. It was just books on the human mind, history of voodoo, and a storybook about a rabbit and a fox. (Name) walked into the bathroom, switching on the lights. They looked in the mirror, they still looked tired. The dark circles underneath their eyes said it all. They looked around the bathroom door and saw the tub, so no shower. (Name) saw the towels and bottle wash next to the shampoo bottle. (Name) left the bathroom turning off the lights and closing the door. They left the bedroom and walked downstairs into the kitchen. They looked around in the kitchen and decided to eat some soup. Alastor surely had some weird taste that (Name) would have to ask if they could shop for food later so they could get some things that were their taste. (Name) decided to pair a grilled cheese with some tomato soup. Even though servants always cooked for (Name). They still knew how to cook. Once they finished. They sat at the table eating the food while the clock ticked on the wall. (Name) wondered what Mammon was doing, probably trying to figure out how to replace them. (Name) wouldn’t be surprised if they saw a new act/person with Mammon, and they wouldn’t care if Mammon was going to replace them; so be it. (Name) would soon find a way to support them and especially their mom, which made (Name) sigh, they still need to call their mom. They were pretty sure what happened at the hotel was all over the news.

(Name) finished eating and cleaned up after themselves. There wasn’t much to clean up around Alastor’s house. He was a pretty clean man. So (Name) decided to dust while the TV played in the back. They stood on their tippy toes as they dusted the bookshelf. (Name) turned around when hearing the doorbell, they stopped dusting and looked over at the door. They set down the duster and walked over as they looked through the hole of the door. Seeing a tall pale woman with short blonde hair and a large grin like Alastor. (Name) slowly opened the door and peeked out their head a little. “ Hello? “ (Name) said. “ Hi, dear, I’m Rosie, Alastor’s neighbor and friend. He asked me to check on you when he brought you home. I brought you some cookies since I know Alastor isn’t a big fan of sweet things. “ Rosie chuckled and held up the basket. That does check out. (Name) opened the door and let Rosie in, when fully looking at her and seeing her up close. She seemed to match the picture of the woman that Alastor was in. “ Have you eaten dear? “ Rosie asked and set the cookies on the table. “ Yeah, I had grilled cheese and tomato soup. “ (Name) said. While Rosie grabbed a saucer from the cabinet and placed three cookies on a plate for (Name). “ Good, then you get to have the cookies. “ Rosie smiled and sat down.

“ Alastor told me what happened. Those sins really treat us like we do not matter but it’s Hell, so what are we to do. But you made a great choice leaving that Greedy man. “ Rosie said, smiling. “ Can we not talk about that… “ (Name’s) said while taking a bite from their cookie and looking away. “ Oh! You’re right dear, I’m sorry you deserve to move on from that, so have you thought about how you will have an income? I know you're supposed to take it easy but what will you do for work once you feel better? “ Rosie asked. (Name) sat down and set the plate down, sighing. “ I’m not sure, I do have enough on my card to support me for a couple of months because.. Him… but I;m not sure what job I’ll do when the money runs out or he’ll lock the card which I wouldn’t be surprised if he did… “ (Name) slumped in their seat looking down. But they looked up, feeling a hand on top of their hand. Rosie smiled gently, a smile like a sweet aunt. “ I run an emporium, my business partner Frankie sadly passed away, but anyway it’s under new management which is me, I could use someone to work there since I fired all the people Frankie hired, those people were either lazy, rude, or stealing. But I’m sure I can trust someone like you $19.45 per hour. “ Rosie smiled. “ I know it wasn’t as much as you were making but it’s worth a try and you won’t have to worry about his money. “ Rosie said. (Name) looked at Rosie in surprise, was she really offering them a job? They had no work experience besides the entertainment business. “ Are you sure? I never really worked in retail… “ (Name) said. “ I’m sure, so do you want the job? “ Rosie asked and grabbed a cookie for herself. (Name) smiled and nodded. “ I want the job. “ (Name) said, full of excitement. “ Great! Once you feel better you can start, I’ll text you about the uniform and send you some books on retail and you can read about my business on my website at www.RosieEmporium.hell.org.com “ Rosie stood up. “ I’ll leave you to the cookies, just don’t eat too much, you don’t want to get a tummy ache. “ Rosie chuckled, and ruffled (Name’s) hair before leaving.

(Name) couldn’t wait to tell Alastor that they got a job… wait Rosie did say that Alastor asked her to check up on them. What if he also asked Rosie to give them a job. Either way (Name) was going to tell Alastor. Ate a few more cookies before putting them in a tupperware container and placing them in the fridge. They decided to keep the basket. (Name) walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Thinking about what they said to Rosie about the money on the card. (Name) decided that tomorrow as a plan. They would ask Alastor to take them to the bank so that they could pull half the money on the card. They would rather have some papercash just enough to pay for their own food and some clothes. Since they didn’t want Alastor to buy their clothes. Honestly (Name) wanted to pick out their own outfits. (Name) spent the rest of the day eating and watching TV. Soon Alastor came home, tired he walked into the living room to see (Name) asleep on the couch. He grabbed the blanket and placed over (Name’s) sleeping form before scooting their legs up a bit so he could sit on the couch. He loosened his tie and sat back sighing. (Name) woke up from the weight on the couch. They sat up yawning and rubbing their eyes. “ Hey, you're home. “ (Name) said, with a sleepy smile. “ Yeah, it was a tiring day. That pornstar doesn’t know how to leave me alone, tripped him down the stairs then Vaggie yelled at me while Charlie tended to him. But I told Angel to have a nice trip so was I really that mean? “ Alastor grinned. (Name) laughed and cuddled up next to Alastor. “ No, you were absolutely nice, so Rosie came by to visit me. “ (Name) said as their head rested on Alastor’s arm and (Name’s) hand on his chest. “ Really? She told me that she was bringing you cookies, sorry for no sweets in my house, I don’t really fancy them like I did when we were alive, your taste changes when you end up in Hell. “ Alastor said, looking down at (Name).

“ She did, the cookies were delicious reminds me of my grandma’s cookies, but Rosie offered me a job and I took it. Once I feel better I’ll be working at her emporium, I won’t have to worry about the money that Mammon had on the card for me, but speaking of money on the card. Can you take me to the bank tomorrow? I want to take half the money from the card. I have a plan to save the money, I just take as much off as I can before Mammon locks the card. “ (Name) said, sitting on their knees as they looked at Alastor. “ We can go right now since you still need clothes and maybe we can get you some food and snacks you would like instead of what I have in my kitchen. “ Alastor said, standing up as he helped (Name) off the couch. “ That sounds great! “ (Name) ran upstairs to go get their shoes on. Alastor did ask Rosie to offer (Name) a job, he didn’t want (Name) having to worry about making money for Mammon. He was glad that Rosie happily agreed to do it but also because she owed Alastor a favor when he saved her business. (Name) ran downstairs and almost tripped but Alastor caught them. “ Be careful dear, the banks aren’t going anywhere. “ Alastor laughed. “ I know, I’m sorry I’m just excited cause I have so much planned. “ (Name) said, quickly. “ I know I know and those plans aren’t going anywhere either, you have to recover first but I promise you’ll be able to complete your plans or whatever goals you have. “ He said, gently squeezing (Name’s) face. “ Now let’s go. “ Alastor said. The two locked arms and left Alastor’s home.

(Name) stood in line at the bank, their stomach swirling as they were nervous. People were looking at them, some even whispered. Everyone knew about what happened at the hotel but (Name) was also feeling nervous because what if they find out that the card is locked. (Name) took a deep breath and walked up to the machine, they always remembered the information since the pin number was Mammon’s favorite show the date it was released. (Name) wanted to withdraw $1,000 “ and success! (Name) grabbed some envelopes to place some to place the money in. While they were there, they decided to also open a bank account, something Mammon couldn’t have access to. “ You should also transfer the money from the card into your account, you have the information. “ Alastor said, as he played with one of the pens. (Name) nodded and transferred the rest of the money from the card into her new account. Once everything was done (Name) walked outside with Alastor who took the ugly green card in his hand and lit it a blaze the smell of disgusting green plastic made (Name) cough. “ I guess that is done, time for shopping for clothes and food. “ (Name) said. “ Did you make sure that Mammon can’t have access to the account you opened? “ Alastor asked, walking. “ Yes, I put it under the nickname that you used to call me during childhood and the first name is the nickname and the last name is from when you were alive. “ (Name) said, looking at the different stores. “ How sweet. Surely he won’t figure out he doesn’t know the real you. “ Alastor said, walking across the street with (Name). “ Which makes me feel guilty, he thinks I was hell born, everyone does but I also don’t feel guilty because I don’t want people to know about my past. “ (Name) looked up at the store and went in.

“ And you have a right not everyone needs to know your past, you can tell whoever you want about your past when you are ready. No one knows about my past and intend to keep it that way. “ Alastor smirked and looked at the clothes. (Name) smiled and nodded their head. Though they wondered what Mammon would have said, if they told them that they weren’t hellborn, that they had a life before landing in Hell. That they married their best friend, well not actually married but faked married because their friendship felt like a happy marriage and could cover up for Alastor’s murders. They were even going to adopt a child and a cat to make their marriage seem more normal but that didn’t go as planned since Alastor died and then (Name) died. But still what Mammon would have said? (Name) sighed and just continued to grab outfits and undergarments that fit their style of clothing. They even got a few things like body wash, lotion, and a few items to feel more comfortable. They went to the front as teenage demon squealed. “ Oh my Satan! You’re (Name)! “ The girl squealed again. It was ear piercing. (Name) laughed nervously. “ Yes, it’s me. Can I pay for my items? I'm kinda in a rush. “ (Name) said, rubbing the back of their neck. “ Tiffany, Jonathan get over here it’s (Name)! “ The girl called over her coworkers who came over and began gawking at (Name). “ I didn’t expect you to shop at this shop, but I guess you have to now. “ Tiffany said. “ Yeah, that whole Mammon incident was big, he’s probably going to replace you like he did that Fizzarolli guy, hey are you going to make a song like he did calling out Mammon, I have two minute notice as my ringtone. “ Jonathan said. “ And if you need a dancer, me and Tiffany have been doing dance for half a week. “ The girl and Tiffany began doing some dance that looked like they had spiders in their pants while Jonathan was bombing (Name’s) with questions.

(Name) began breathing quickly, they just wanted a simple shopping trip besides why should they care if Mammon replaces them but they somehow did. The lights in the store began flickering (Name) looked up as the teens stopped dancing a large shadow displayed on the wall in front of the three. (Name) felt their hair move from the hot breath, they looked up to see a large monstrous deer, they knew this was in fact Alastor who looked like he wanted to slice up the teens and eat them. The three shook with fear. “ Can my partner pay for their clothes with money or your insignificant lives? “ Alastor's voice was deep, guttural; each word dripped with slim like sweet poison. It filled the teens with fear and horror.

The teenage cashier began quickly scanning the clothes as Jonathan and Tiffany carefully placed them in the bag. “ T-That will be just $30.09… “ The teen said, she lowered the price in hopes that Alastor would spare them.

(Name) placed the money on the couch. The lights were bright, the cheerful shopping music played, and Alastor was back to normal. “ Thank you bunch kiddos, remember to stay in school and cause plenty of chaos. “ Alastor laughed and walked out of the store with (Name). “ Partner? “ (Name) looked at Alastor. “ I guess that slipped in the moment. But we still are technically married, I’m sure they even buried us next to each other hopefully. “ Alastor said, thinking about it now. (Name) playfully rolled their eyes. “ Well then since you are still my husband, then you’ll have no issue carrying the bags. “ (Name) held out the bag to Alastor and grinned. Alastor rolled his eyes and smirked, he took the bags. “ Anything for my spouse. “ Alastor walked as (Name) held onto his arms unaware that pictures were being taken at the moment once Alastor and (Name) were out of sight. The demon sat in the car swiping through the pictures, he got all he needed. The car pulled away driving off. Tapped on the screen and called their boss. “ Hey, I found them and got some pictures that you might not like when you see them. “ The croc demon said. “ Just send the bloody fucking photos. “ Mammon’s voice rang on the other side. “ Send the money first, that was our agreement. “ The demon stopped the car to park in a fast food drive way. “ … Fine. “ Mammon mumbled. The demon tapped his green claws against the wheel, once a chime was heard he saw that $50,000 had hit his account. He sent Mammon all the pictures. “ I’m not sure why you are obsessed with some demon, sure their face but I don’t see anything special about them. “ The demon sat back in his seat. “ If you don’t want to lose that money or your life you’ll shut your bloody trap because they're not just some demon. “ Mammon ended the call. He was nervous to open the photos he had received but maybe he would know how (Name) was doing after being released from the hospital.

Mammon took a deep breath and opened the photos he analyzed each one just seeing Alastor in each one made his blood hot and heart race. This brought him physical and emotional pain. Seeing how (Name’s) arm held onto Alastor, made it feel like a knife went straight through his hearts. (Name) used to hold onto him like that. He remembered when (Name) had their first performance when they walked into that building he saw how they looked down as they held tightly onto his arm. He still could feel their tiny squeezes if he thought hard enough about the memory and soon holding onto him became a thing between them. Though the rumors of them dating annoyed him. He wished those rumors were now true, he wanted (Name) to be here with them for them to always be kissing each other every morning and night. For him to spoil them and say I love you. Mammon didn’t want to look at the pictures anymore so he turned off his phone and slammed his face into the desk. He was too tired to sob. He didn't eat, wash up, or get dressed. He was still in his pajamas with (Name’s) hoodie on his lap. He was hellbent on getting them back but he also didn’t want to push them away even further. And who does this Alastor person even think he is getting all cute and cozy with (Name), Mammon was pretty sure that he knew (Name) the longest before him. He would have figured out who this Alastor person was. He knew that he worked at the hotel. Maybe his niece knew something about him, but why would an Overlord work at a hotel? He would just have to do some detective work but he would have to be smart and sneaky about this, maybe even get some help. Mammon didn’t care how much money he had to spend; he would uncover the truth about Alastor.

When night had fallen. (Name) sat on the bed with their new pajamas. They had already eaten dinner and freshened up, so they sat on the bed counting the leftover money they had. The door opened as Alastor leaned against the door frame. “ I see that you saved a lot from our shopping trip today. “ Alastor walked over and sat on the bed, watching (Name) count the money. “ Yeah! I’m just going to save, maybe get my own place. “ (Name) smiled but then frowned, sighing. “ I still need to call my mom, I know she watches the news and sees what happened at the hotel and hears people talk today… It makes me wonder why she hasn't called? Maybe she’s disappointed in me, she always said that it was good I was making money with Mammon as my boss because her Imp boyfriend left us I forgot what his name was, Crimson, yeah ugh Crimson was the worst wanting me to date one of his friend’s sons but no way, he told my mom that we are worthless like his wife and son. “ (Name) rolled her eyes. Alastor placed his hand on her shoulder. “ But you know that you aren’t worthless right? “ Alastor stared at (Name). “ I know… before I did but I know I’m not now. I’m going to build a life for myself and not rely on anyone for money, shelter, or even my happiness. I’m going to go out there and make my own happiness even if we are in Hell and this place really knows how to slap the happiness out of you, unless you are in the higher circle. “ (Name) put the money away and laid back on the bed.

“ You know even the people who are in the higher ranks and that have everything are sometimes secretly the saddest, most miserable people. I should know I’ve met many people like that. Hell tries to distract us all with money, fame, food, sleep, power, sex, and drugs. The possibilities are endless but people shouldn’t rely on those things because in the end that little voice in the back of your head will remind you of all the sadness and pain you are carrying. “ Alastor sighed. “ Even sometimes I don’t really feel like myself… “ Alastor looked at his claws. (Name) curled up next to Alastor who smiled down at them and held them close to the two staring at the ceiling. “ But you don’t always have to carry that pain and sadness. It’s what you do with it that matters, how you channel it and if you are willing to feel it. “ Alastor said, while rubbing (Name’s) back. “ How do you channel it? “ (Name) asked. “ Chaos of course, playing games with people. That’s how I do it. “ Alastor smirked. “ But you know, do it for you and no one else. “ Alastor sat up. “ Now I should head to bed, tomorrow I promised Charlie that I would help her with some important guests that are arriving tomorrow morning, you have a goodnight (Name) “ Alastor got off the bed and bowed. He left the room, closing the door behind you. (Name) sat there thinking about what Alastor said, Mammon was part of the higher circle. Was he hiding any pain or sadness? (Name) knew that some people who carry pain and sadness take it out on others, but that isn't an excuse to hurt or control others. But still (Name) was curious. They didn’t want to dwell on this any longer so they just switched off the lights and got under the blankets, thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

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[kisuga]

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH A S/O WHO SCARS EASILY

cw: injury, gn reader

ATSUMU:

he’s so utterly confused.

like he can’t believe that even by BUMPING into the door…you have a massive bruise forever now.

makes fun of you lmao.

but he is still so worried about you :((.

“another one? geez…” he winces, examining the giant cut on your calf. “yeah…i tried to skateboard and i fell and…yeah.” atsumu shakes his head, but a smirk grows slowly on his face. “that’s why ya gotta ask me to show ya angel! i’m the expert in everything.” you roll your eyes. nonetheless, you allow him to take care of you. no matter how small the scar is, this man will not let you move a muscle.

KITA:

scolds you. like a parent to a child.

this man is exasperated bro 😭 give him a break.

frowns when he sees your body littered with scars.

he promises himself to protect you as much as possible.

kita stays silent as he treats the gash on your knee. you observe guiltily, praying that he isn’t legitimately upset. you hear him sigh. “this is going to leave a scar yknow.” “i know, i’m sorry.” he huffs, patting your leg gently. “please be careful next time honey. i don’t exactly like seeing you hurt.” he places soft kisses on every scar, massaging your body into his hands. “i’ll love you no matter what though.”

BOKUTO:

he freaks the fuck out HAHAHA.

he’s so worried!! why does your skin have to be so sensitive!!

he tries his best to treat it, but he has very limited knowledge in first aid.

he pampers you though ><.

“are you sure you’re ok?” he asks. you coo at him. the way his lips pouted and his golden eyes widened with worry made your heart swell. “yes kou, i’m okay. just another cut like usual.” he really really does not like that answer. he puts some medication on it and litters your body with kisses. “let me cuddle you honey. my love will make the pain go away.”

AKAASHI:

if you thought kita was bad-

he literally face palms when he sees a new bruise, cut, or scab on your body.

a doctor. knows exactly what to do when you’re hurt.

baby proofs the house lol.

“what am i going to do with you.” he groans. of course you tripped while dancing, it was inevitable that you would get a gash sooner or later. you smile sheepishly. “you should’ve danced with me, you would have caught me. plus i was playing frank sinatra, your fave.” his eyes soften. you mean well, he knows that, but he hates seeing dark spots on your body from previous injuries. “..let me know next time then my dear.”

TSUKISHIMA:

oh my god. he is RUTHLESS.

like bruh how did you get a scar from SHAVING.

deep down he’s so worried about you :((.

but also wow you’re such a coward.

“only the weakest links get permanent scars from the smallest things.” he taunts, placing a bandaid on your tummy. “razors are very dangerous weapons tsukki.” “it had two blades. and it’s not meant to actually hurt you.” you pout as your boyfriend beams in victory. “make fun of me all you want but you’re the one who’s wasting time treating me.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “of course idiot. i’ll always care for you.”

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[leviathans-watching]

hey!! you're one of my fav fic writer for obey me, so I'd like to make a request! Could you write a confort Mammon x reader fic, where the mc is sick and gets tired easily, like its hard for them to even speak or walk sometimes? Im in need of some Mammon fluff, hes so perfect 🤧 tyy

mammon and sick!mc

includes: mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .3k | rated g | m.list

warnings: implied/shown sickness/illness

a/n: aww ty!! ugh he's the cutest, as was this ask. i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to req, talk, or leave feedback, so come say hello <333

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“jeez, maybe this’ll teach you not to overwork yourself,” mammon says, wiping a cool washcloth across your forehead. though his words are harsh, his tone is gentle, and you can feel the genuine concern he feels for you in them.

“sorry,” you mutter, throat scratchy, and he gives you a sharp look.

“hey, what did i say about talkin’? save your voice, okay?”

you manage a smile, and he shakes his head, wringing out the washcloth in the basin he’d set on your bedside table. “i’m serious,” he insists, pulling up the covers slightly so they’re covering more of your upper body. “if you just took a break or let us help, this would have been avoided. none of us like seeing you like this, especially me.”

you feel a little bad; he was right, you had been pushing yourself hard, and that, along with your weaker immune system, had led you to coming down with a nasty virus. “i’ll do better,” you promise, ignoring his earlier order to save your voice. you reach to take his hand, sliding your fingers through his. he lets you do as you please, indulging you even if he’s not happy about it. “thank you for all of your help, mammon. it means a lot.”

“well,” mammon says, turning his face away from you, “i just want ya to get better. so focus on that, okay? i can’t play nursemaid forever.”

(you both know he’ll be by your side as long as you have the slightest fever, and probably for a while after that too.)

“okay,” you agree. “i love you.”

“love you too,” mammon says, raising your joint hands to his lips so he can press a kiss to the back of yours. “so get better soon, okay?”

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[ureternalmajesty]

All yours || Ghost

Authors note: I hope this is better than day one 😭

Warnings: p in v, overstim, pussy drunk, subby Simon, creampie

That was two months ago and here you are now sitting on the couch bundled up in blankets that belonged to Simon along with his hoodie and a pair of shorts you found in the dresser. “Don’t go on that date Garcia.” You mumbled as you were binge-watching Criminal Minds again for the 20th time. “Are you seriously watching this again Lovie?” Your head snapped to the door where your boyfriend stood, gear and his duffle bags off to the side leaning against the door frame. “Are you going to sit there and stare or come and give me some love?” He spoke as you launched yourself off the couch and into his arms. You kissed him passionately melting into his arms as he smiled into the kiss. “Missed you so much Si.” You whispered as your foreheads touched. “Missed you more Love.” He smirked, tossing you over his shoulder, kicking the front door shut and locking it. “Wait! Simon my show!” You whined hitting his back with a closed fist. “What are your shows more important than me showing you how much I missed you?” He chuckled and continued to carry you up the stairs.

That’s how you both ended up now the sounds of moans and skin slapping as you rode Simon. Whimpers and moans were flying from his mouth as his hands gripped at any part of your unclothed body as you rode his cock,bouncing faster then slowing down driving Simon crazy and even more fucked out with him being overstimulated eyes rolling into the back of his head He grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper inside of you as you let out a loud cry of pleasure.“F-fuck love you so much ‘m all yours lovie.” His grip tightened on your hips as he thrust up into your soaking pussy. “Ya mean it Si?” You asked leaning down and placing a kiss on one of the many scars that littered his chest. His eyes roll back again as he moans and eventually whimpers out a response. “Love you so much ‘m all yours love wanna be yours forever—fuck I’m gonna cum.” His hips bucked, pushing you over the edge as well. You both came hard and screamed out in pleasure. You both lay there, exhausted, in each other’s arms. Leaning up placing a kiss on his chin. “Wanna be mine forever huh?” You teased him as he pulled out of you with a hiss. “Shut up, I meant whatever came out of my mouth.” He grumbled wrapping his arms around you shutting his eyes and you laughed and kissed him again. "I love you thanks for coming back to me," you whispered. He opened his eyes and smiled. “I love you too and I’ll crawl back to you if I have too.”

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

Lilac - Jamie Tartt x F!OFC

Lilac (Syringa) - Meaning: First Love, Reminiscence

Summary: Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer were childhood best friends and had planned their futures together, but what happens when childhood ends and it's time to face reality?

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!OFC Katie Archer (NO physical description other than a name)

Word Count: 1371

Warnings: Language, takes place mostly pre-show, childhood idealism gets shattered, Jamie's anxious/angry reaction is slightly violent (NOT against reader), mention of Jamie's dad being a crap parent, enduring childhood love

Day 3 of the In Bloom Writing Challenge! I originally wanted this to be a whole series, but couldn't find the right way into it so I condensed it into a short fic. Also, this is my first ever Ted Lasso fic! That show is pure dopamine, I swear. Perhaps a teammate or coach of Jamie's will appear in his own fic later this month? Who knows? Oh wait, I do :D

In Bloom Masterlist

Comments, Likes, Reblogs are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! <3

9 May, 2009

Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer’s Unbreakable Life Plan To Remain Friends Forever

Become pro footballers (in the same city but not on rival teams or they’ll make us stop being friends)

Marry the fittest people we know (models, actors, or royalty ONELY)

Have neighboring houses with a pool that goes across both our backyards and a football pitch

Katie can have as many cats and dogs as she wants and Jamie can’t say anything

Jamie can wear whatever he likes and Katie can’t make fun of him

Our partners have to be best friends too

Our mums will live in our pool houses when they get old

And, the most important rule of all!!!! 

8. Any changes to this life plan MUST be discussed with your best friend, OR ELSE!!!

Signed,

Jamie Tartt 

Emily Archer

_________________

21 March, 2014

“Who is this? And what has she done to kick Renaldo off the wall?” Katie asked, holding the corners of the poster while Jamie taped them. 

“This,” he said, rolling the poster down to reveal the blonde girl holding two footballs in front of her bare chest, “is me future wife, Keely Jones.” 

“But I thought you were going to marry Heidi Klum and I would marry Orlando Bloom? That way we’d be the Klum-and-Blooms,” she joked, referring to their life plan since they were eleven. 

“‘Course I remember, babes, but I think Keely here is more of a sure thing. ‘Sides, she’s closer to our age.” He taped the bottom corners to the wall and stood back, admiring the poster while Katie flopped onto his bed. 

“As long as you’re sure,” she shrugged, opening her maths book. 

A football materialized and Jamie started dribbling, “Wanna go kick the ball ‘round?” 

“No, big test tomorrow, remember?” 

“Dunno why you’re bothering with that,” Jamie fell on his back on his bed next to her, “Don’t need school if you’re gonna be a footballer, yeah?” 

“Even if I played half as well as you, we both know I’d get less than half what you’d make as a footballer,” she said, rolling her eyes at the injustice of unequal pay. 

He rolled over and flipped around so they were parallel to each other and threw his arm over her shoulders, “Don’t worry, babes, I’ll loan ya cash if ya need it.” 

She giggled and shoved him off her, “Well how will you know how much I end up owing you if you won’t study your maths?”

“Fine! Five minutes to study, then we go work on your football skills. Maybe you’ll get so good you can play for a men’s team and get paid what you’re worth.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at him. He was too charming for his own good sometimes. 

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5 August 2016 

Jamie perched on the edge of her mattress, absolutely gobsmacked at the news she just shared. “You’re fuckin with me, right? You…you’re just messing with me.” 

“No, ‘m not. I’m going to university,” she confessed, squeezing his hand that she held in both of hers to try and comfort him.

Instead, Jamie looked at her like she’d just confessed to being Jack the Ripper. “But, we were…what about the scouts from City?”

“I turned them down.” 

Jamie exploded then, yanking his hand out of hers, shooting up from where he sat next to her and began pacing. He crossed and uncrossed his arms, ran a hand through his hair, pulled at the strings of his hoodie. His limbs felt like they were too full of electricity.

“So what, all these years, all the plans we made, just fuckin’...don’t matter to ya anymore?” 

“You mean the completely unrealistic plans we made when we were kids? Become top footballers, marry some fit fuckin’ models, have adjoining houses with a pool going across both backyards? Come on!” 

That was the twist of the knife. 

“Fuck you, ya know that? I’ve wanted that all this time, believed in it! It’s all I’ve been workin’ toward since we came up with it! And you just go and fuck up your half…how’m I gonna do it without ya?” 

She reached out for him again but he backed as far away as he could in her small bedroom. “You’re incredible, Jamie, you’re so talented and you’re gonna go far. But it’s not for me.” 

“You mean I’m not for you.” 

“What? Jamie, you’re my best friend!”

“That’s not…we were…fucking FUCK!” Jamie’s brain felt like it was full of fire ants and his stomach lurched. He kicked a hole in the drywall before slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

The very fabric of their friendship had torn and there was no going back. If she didn’t care about him the way he cared about her, then fuck it. He didn’t need her, he would be the best fuckin’ footballer Man City had ever seen and she’d have to watch from wherever it was she ended up, hopefully somewhere miserable. 

He didn’t speak to her for the rest of their break. He didn’t see her off when she moved her things into the dorms. He never responded to her ‘Congratulations!’ text after his first game with Man City. 

The only response she ever got were three dots, appearing and disappearing. 

And then, nothing.

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August 5, 2021

Slipping off his jersey, Jamie couldn’t help but think about her. After all this time, he still remembered why he’d chosen 9 as his number. It was hers, her lucky number, her birthday in November, only 20 days after his. 

They’d grown up together, their mums having met at work and becoming best friends. He sometimes heard about Katie’s life on his phone calls with his mum but he hadn’t really listened to any since Katie had decided to give up on their friendship, on their life plan — the one they had come up with together when they were eleven so they’d never have to be apart.

Katie had seen how difficult it was for him to deal with his dad’s frequent appearances and disappearances and wanted him to know she would always be there for him. At the time Jamie had only gone along with it because she insisted that he could have whatever he liked in their future — it wasn’t until she’d announced that she was going to Uni that he realized the only thing he truly wanted from that list was their future. 

Together. 

He didn’t care much what it looked like, as long as it was theirs. As long as she was there at the end of every day. Which is why it devastated him when she left. Why he’d thrown himself into training and took his new life as a football star for granted as much as he had. 

Now that he was back at Richmond and apologized for his behavior, she’d been on his mind more and more.

Did he pop into her mind ever? Had she been following his career? Seen him embarrass himself on that stupid fucking dating show? 

It had only been five years but if he ran into her now, would they even recognize each other? 

It was a sad thought to have about someone he was once so close to — someone he, deep down, knew he had loved, and even deeper down, knew he still loved. It wasn’t like the love he had for Keely, his only long-term relationship amongst the revolving door of fit women he’d dated.

He wished he could describe it better than ‘a love I grew up with,’ or ‘love I didn’t even know was love at the time,’ but alas, Jaime Tartt was no poet.

He finished his post-training routine and made his way out into the summer night. On a whim, he decided to walk home. He needed time to think. About a block away from his house, he pulled out his phone and let his finger hover over ‘Contacts’ but he thought better of it and tucked his phone away. 

Only to pull it out again a few steps later and press her contact before he could chicken out. 

“Here goes nothin',” he said to himself as the phone rang.

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Feb 2022 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation Japan Release 1st Anniversary Special

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Feb 2022 issue of B'sLOG Obey Me translation Japan Release 1st Anniversary Special

(On sale during Dec 2021)

<Hit on 'em!>

'If it makes you swoon, it's their win!'

All characters are challenged to "hit on your special someone who has spent the year with you with the sweetest words of all"!

Who makes your heart race the most? Let's take a look at them and their pick-up lines over the past year.

ENTRY NO.1: LUCIFER

I never thought that you would become someone who is indispensable to me.

I know you have been through a lot of hardships over the past year, but I thank you for your sincere support to me and my younger brothers.

I feel relieved when I see you smile, so keep being by my side.

Lucifer's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

*Lines are taken directly from their Devilgrams and are official translations.

Lucifer [A Brief Respite] -

I suppose you can stare at me as much as you like...

...as long as you do something about that grin of yours.

Seeing that look on your face makes it difficult to hold back.

ENTRY NO.2: MAMMON

Lucifer [Braids and Purple Flowers] -

I presume that’s because you desire as much?

And judging by how increasingly ensnared I’ve been getting, you desire me quite strongly at that.

Well, do as you please. It’s not like I have much say in the matter at this point.

Mammon's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

Ya have had a great time with me this past year, haven't ya?

I'll make ya smile even more in the future, so don't ya ever leave me.

After all, ya chose Mammon as your first, and I ain't makin' ya regret it!

Mammon [You Always Ride Shotgun] -

Whenever I’m with you, my feelings just keep runnin’ wild.

It’s your fault that I can barely think straight, ya know.

ENTRY NO.3: LEVIATHAN

Mammon [Mammon at The Office] -

Your lips recharged my batteries tenfold...

But I could use a bit more...

Leviathan's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

Even though I'm a gloomy, shut-in, Devildom's trash of an otaku, I can hold my head up and say this with confidence.

I won't lose to anyone else when it comes to stanning you.

So... please let me keep on stanning you to the fullest!

Leviathan [Skiing for Two] -

We should go visit a ski resort in the human world sometime, just the two of us!

Just kidding... Unless?

ENTRY NO.4: SATAN

Leviathan [A Virtual Drive] -

I’m going to put the seat back, okay? ...I can take the lead sometimes too, you know!

If you’re wondering where this suddenly assertive character is coming from, you’ve only got yourself to blame!

Satan's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

When I'm by your side, I can be myself.

I want to be able to accept all of you, just as you accept my wrath.

I hope you can be yourself...and I hope my presence is that kind of place for you.

Satan [Demonic Pajama Party] -

...You already know my answer, don’t you? Even without my having to say it.

So there’s nothing you need worry about."

ENTRY NO.5: ASMODEUS

Satan [Our Story's Ending] -

I hope that you and I will get a similarly happy ending someday...

Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Asmodeus's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

Hey, you're having a hard time believing you're in love with me, aren't you?

Too bad. You're going to be even more obsessed with me from now on, and you'll be my prisoner forever.

But you have my eyes all to yourself, too. It's a win-win for both of us♪

Asmodeus [Catch the Lost Bunnies!] -

You’re so cute that I want to kiss you all over...

ENTRY NO.6: BEELZEBUB

Asmodeus [Princess Asmo's Escape] -

I like this... Kissing in a secret room. The atmosphere makes it that much more exciting, don’t you think?

Beelzebub's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

The food I eat together with you is special.

You are my special, precious, favourite person.

I would be happy if it was the same for you.

Let's eat lots of delicious food together from now on.

Beelzebub [Bunny Café Part-Timer] -

Don’t worry... You have me.

I’ll give you a big hug later.

ENTRY NO.7: BELPHEGOR

Beelzebub [Beel Goes to C.S.!] -

I would do anything if it means I get to see you smile like that.

Belphegor's Unforgettable Pick-up Lines:

I feel at ease around you.

No matter what time of the day, I feel safe when you are around.

Thanks to you, without you I can't sleep peacefully anymore.

You'll take full responsibility for this, right? I won't let you get away from me.

Belphegor [Let's Play Dolls!] -

Are we? I’ve always thought about what it would be like to live together, just the two of us.

ENTRY NO.8: DIAVOLO

Belphegor [Chocolate for You] -

You’re the only one for me.

Diavolo's Unforgettable Pick-up Line:

This past year spent with you has been so exciting.

If it were not for you, I would not have known the feeling of being loved so much.

I am glad that I chose you as an exchange student.

Let's make many fond memories together from now on.

ENTRY NO.9: Barbatos

Diavolo - [A Royal Pajama Party]

I want to see every side of you—especially those you hide from everyone else.

It doesn’t have to be all at once. I merely wish to become someone special to you.

Barbatos's Unforgettable Pick-up Line:

I am impressed that you have made it this far in Devildom.

I never get tired of observing what you do, but please watch that you do not strain yourself too much.

I will always be watching your efforts.

ENTRY NO.10: Luke

Barbatos [Barbatos the Mechanic] -

I usually don’t behave so recklessly, after all.

When I’m with you, I find joy in even the smallest of things.

Luke's Unforgettable Pick-up Line:

What does "hit on 'em" mean...?

Uh, anyway, you're doing a great job, even though the Devildom is a very scary place!

I'll bring you some homemade Maritozzo.

Eat it and show me your smile, which I love!

ENTRY NO.11: Simeon

Luke [Graceful Transformation] -

I’m going to change bit by bit and become cool in a way that suits me.

Simeon's Unforgettable Pick-up Line:

I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes off of you.

I think about you all the time, and even though we have just leave each other, I wanted to see you right away.

It's as if I've been cast a spell that makes me fall head over heels in love with you.

I wish I could cast that spell on you, too.

ENTRY NO.12: Solomon

Simeon [The Legend of the Stars] -

If you stay by my side, I can keep looking forward... That’s how you make me feel.

Solomon's Unforgettable Pick-up Line:

With you, there's never a dull moment. So, will you stay by my side from now on?

Of course, you can always count on me when you are in trouble.

I will be your own personal sorcerer for as long as you want me to be.

Solomon [Solomon the Researcher] -

...I can’t hold myself back anymore after hearing you say that.

Do you realize how badly I’ve been wanting to touch you this whole time?

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Tagged by @callsign-crow, @itshoneywhatever, @mafiatsunafish, @merryandrewsworld, @perishablealex, @renai-chan in different versions of the tag game, so I just took all the questions and answered them all in one post, if ya don't mind, you lovely souls! 💕

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Name? Starts with a P. It's a pretty common name where I’m from. (But you can call me Red here 😉)

Were you named after anyone? Nope.

Pronouns? She/her.

Where do you call home? Belgium.

Sign? Aries.

Time? 11h49 (I’m HUNGRY.) (Update. I ate and it was fries and homemade burger).

Fav band/artist? Hans Zimmer (composer). But I love many other composers! I don’t exactly have a fav band or artist as it’s not the kind of music I listen to (OST-Forever-Girl).

Do you have kids? No. I don’t want kids right now, I’ll wonder about that muuuuuch later. (Although I’m a cat mom at the moment.)

Use sarcasm a lot? I do sarcastic quips all the time… xD

First thing you notice 'bout people? Their smile. :)

Eye color? Hazel Eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy Ending FOREVER.

Special talent? *blank* (Too hungry to think of one... xD)

Your hobbies? To talk about something NOT related to fandom, I like Sudoku and Word scrambled games.

Any pets? It may be shocking to all of you, but I have a she-cat. A red she-cat. *grinning*

First pet? Twas a hamster….:D

Favorite animal? I love felines and birds of prey VERY MUCH.

Cereal of choice? As a kiddo it was Miel Pops, now I do the healthier version of honey cereals when I do eat cereals. And I occasionally eat oatmeal as well.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? All three of them, depends on what is it I’m learning.

Playing any sport? Used to be tennis. Now I do walking and running, and I’d love to swim again!!!

How tall..? Small bean of 1m58.

Favourite subject in school? Latin in secondary school, and my American and British Literature at Uni, as well as all my Law and Judiciary classes. Instructive, especially because I now understand the related news.

Dream job? I don’t even know anymore… I’m completely lost. ☹

Favorite scent? honey and lavender, and strawberry.

Do you believe in astrology? Absolutely not. "Not in any god, not in myths and legends." (Although it’s pretty cool to read about myths and legends! :D *mythology nerd*)

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 0 because I refuse to use spotify or apple music. :D

Sharpies or highlighters? Both are good!

Song that makes you cry? Songs don’t usually make me cry. However, OSTs do. I’m HIGHLY sensitive to Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron/The Last Samurai/LOTR OSTs.

Last song? Dela by Johnny Clegg (That’s right baby, GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE SONG! :D)

Last series? still ER! (I mean there are 15 seasons or so, and I’m watching season 5)

Last movie? I was in the middle of ‘While you were sleeping’ but couldn’t finish due to stellar internet connection. :(

Song that makes you happy? Ain’t Worried by OneRepublic, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, and the Rickrolling Song! xD

Do you write/draw/create? Don’t EVER ask me to draw. I’ve started to write, which I’m still surprised about, I guess you could say I create some Top Gun content as well? Like silly posts about my fav pilots! :D

Currently working on? My Cheerleading Top Gun Sideblog. I’m still in the building process but it’s been fun so far! I discovered or rediscovered REALLY amazing content!!! :O <3 Writing-related? Dr. Goose Bradshaw Series. YUP. THAT’S RIGHT. 😉

When did I create this blog? Dunno…2013/14?

What I post? I reblog A LOT. And I LOVE adding to posts when inspiration strikes! xD Right now? I’ve posted several Top Gun  Recs Lists. (Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick have bewitched me body and soul!)

Other blogs? The Sideblog I was previously talking about can be found at @timetobuzzthefandomtower.

Do I get asks? Very occasionally 😊 (Though I don’t check it very often, so very sorry to anyone who might have sent something, I promise I’ll get back to you!!! <3)

Followers? 246?! (Holy Shit. When did that happen??????? I’ve never checked before! :O)

Average hours of sleep? 8 hours is the best for me, but I sleep less than that I’m sure.

Instruments? Fuck that. I hated the music class during HS. :O 

What I'm wearing rn? Short & T-Shirt. All comfy clothes.

Dream trip? New Zealand. Seems very far away, almost unachievable! xD And, the Vikings Lands. I. WANT. TO. GO. THERE. <3

Favourite song at the moment? Fake ID from Footloose :D

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I know there are A LOT of questions, feel the heck free to choose which ones you want to answer, IF you want to of course! Have the sweetest of days! <3

[allylikethecat]

hellooooo ally!! i have officially read it’s christmas (so this is gonna be a nightmare) twice lucky me!!! what a treat!!! i have so many thoughts and feelings about the fic you don’t understand how much i love the trope/concept of fic!matty not being liked or accepted by people outside the band because of his “quirks” (serious and personal mental health/ addiction issues) because it’s just so unfair. perfect angst and also very realistic???? being written off as Bad News because he experiences hardships that are more scary and extreme than most people?? so wonderfully devastating and very real.

you aren’t allowed to apologise for the fic not being finished. you’ve done it to every other ask but i’m putting my foot down. no apology please!!! releasing it in parts just builds suspense anyways i love it.

now for the clumsy partner prompts!!! thankyou sooooo much for reblogging the list i feel very blessed. i’d like to request gatty 15, 16, 17 and 18 (they are all pretty similar so you could maybe combine some in one blurb? but obviously im not telling you how to write do whatever calls to you i just feel bad for requesting so many at once😅)

as always have a lovely rest of your day and i’m really looking forward to whatever you post next!!! love ya😇🩷

Hello! Thank you so, so, so much for reading the first bit of the Christmas fic not only once but TWICE! I hope it's lived up to the hype even if it's not finished yet. Poor Fictional!Matty just wants his future in laws to like him, because he's not the same person he was when he was in his early twenties, he's worked on himself and deserves to be given a chance! Also I will not apologize for the fic not being finished by Christmas as requested even though I am sorry that I didn't finish it - it will hopefully be finished by the end of January at the latest!

Also!! thank you so much for not only suggesting the clumsy partner prompts to me, but also sending in this prompt request! I wanted to challenge myself a little bit, so I actually (I think!) managed to weave all four of them into one fill! Let me know what you think! If this wasn't what you were looking for, let me know and I will rewrite them! (If anyone else wants to send in any prompts, the list can be found HERE)

Thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask and for always just being so lovely and wonderful and supportive! I'm so sorry that it's taken me a minute to get to some of your other prompt requests as well! I hope you enjoy this one though and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! Thank you again!!

❤️Ally

15. “I’m sorry I’m so much trouble, really.”

“Shhh, stop it. You're no trouble at all, zero.”

16. Their partner sometimes feeling that their clumsy tendencies ruin everything and them, actually finding it endearing. They are sure to let their partner know they love it.

17.  “Oh, I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t mess it up, go on and give it a try.”

18. Makes it clear to their partner and anyone on the outside that just because they’re worried, doesn’t mean that their partner needs them or depends on them. It’s simply their partner allowing them to do the things that make them comfortable because they’re always worrying.

Matty knew he wasn’t the most coordinated person on the face of the Earth. He was always tripping over his feet, his head in the clouds as he bumped into things and other people, stumbling over curbs and spilling cups of coffee. George always had bandages in his backpack, and an extra Matty-sized shirt for when an inevitable incident occurred. His knees were permanently bruised and his palms forever scrapped. Despite George’s endless patience, and “I’ll kiss it betters” Matty wanted to die each time they were late for a meeting because Matty ate it in the parking lot. 

He had been horrible at sports as a child, his limbs never seeming to want to move the way he directed them, despite not being very large he felt like he had never properly grown into his body and developed the spacial awareness and grace that George seemed to carry. He had tried yoga but just grew frustrated at the disconnect he felt from his physical form and had quickly given up, citing some bullshit about not subscribing to George’s crunchy granola agenda. They both knew he was spouting nonsense. 

Thanks to Matty, they were going to be twenty minutes late to their first fully staged rehearsal for the new tour. Matty was so careful focusing on his footfalls, holding his Starbucks cup away from his body so it wouldn’t splash onto his white tee shirt. He wasn’t even wearing his airpods, he was making sure he was aware of his surroundings George until he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. He managed to not only spill his coffee down his entire front, but bang his elbow on the cement so that it was now bleeding sluggishly. Matty sat on his ass in a puddle of coffee trying to comprehend what just happened while George looked on in mild horror.

“Are you alright?” George asked softly, voice thick with concern as he helped pull Matty to his feet, careful of his bleeding elbow, scarlet splatter bright against the white coffee stained fabric of his shirt. 

“I’m fine,” Matty said, his lower lip wobbling in frustration. He wanted to pull away from George’s grasp but wasn’t sure his shaking knees would support him on his own. His elbow stung and he wanted to cry in frustration. If he couldn’t walk down the street, how was he ever supposed to handle thirty nine North American tour dates? 

Today was supposed to be a good day, Matty thought hysterically, an important day, and as per usual not only were they late, it was his fault.

“Hey,” said George, tugging Matty into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s go get you patched up, I think I have an extra shirt in my bag.”

Because of course he had an extra shirt, because he knew that Matty couldn’t be expected to walk normally like an adult without spilling something. Matty should have woken up earlier and drank his coffee at home, sitting safely at the kitchen table. George led him through the doors of  the venue they were renting for rehearsal space, flashing their credentials to the security guard and following the signs in the hallway to lead him straight to the bathroom. 

“I’m sorry,” said Matty, his voice wet, fuck he really was about to start crying, as George helped him sit up on the lip of the sink so that he could clean his elbow with a damp brown paper towel. “I’m sorry I’m so much trouble, really.”

“Shhh, stop it.” said George, pulling away so that he could look Matty in the eyes. “You're no trouble at all, zero.” 

“But I’m always tripping over myself and ruining things,” Matty said with a sniffle. 

George threw the paper towel away and pulled a box of bandages and a small tube of antibiotic ointment out of his backpack. He dabbed the ointment gently against Matty’s scraped skin with a careful kindness that made Matty’s heart hurt. He didn’t deserve George. 

“It’s kind of cute,” George said quietly, after a moment, Matty swallowing a hiss of pain as the scrap stung. “Like obviously, I don’t like it when you get hurt, it makes me quite nervous actually, but you’re cute, like a baby deer discovering they have legs for the first time.” 

“A baby deer?” Matty asked, raising his eyebrow amongst the pain, his eyes still wet even as he tried to force a smile. 

“The cutest baby deer,” said George with a small grin, smoothing the bandage over Matty’s elbow before leaning down to press a kiss to the plaster. 

Matty just snorted in response, and hopped off the counter, pretending he didn’t notice the way George was hovering at his side, ready to reach out and grab him in case something went wrong. 

“Thanks,” he said, taking the offered black tee shirt from George and pulling off the now stained white one he was wearing. He pretended not to notice the way George was blatantly checking out his chest and stomach as if he didn’t see him naked on a daily basis. 

“It’s nice of you to join us,” said Ross smirking, “Even if you’re never beating the diva allegations, Healy.”  Matty sighed dramatically when they finally joined the group in front of the stage, his eyes going wide as he took in his vision come to life.

“I had a little mishap in the parking lot,” he admitted sheepishly, holding out his now bandaged elbow for Ross and Adam to see. 

“You’ve got to be more careful mate,” said Adam, ruffling Matty’s hair as they sat down on the sofa that had been brought into the space, and went over the stage show with Tobias. 

“I want to cut the song on the roof,” Matty said quietly after a moment, when the time came in the first run through for him to put on a harness and climb up onto the roof portion of their set. The music stopped as Matty chewed on his lower lip nervously. 

George blinked, that was a segment that Matty had been dead set on, and excited to perform, having chattered about the visual implications of doing so and how it furthered the story for weeks. 

“What?” George asked his expression of concern and confusion mirrored on Ross and Adam’s faces as well.

“Oh, I don’t want to mess it up.” Matty said softly with a shrug, “I’m so clumsy I’ll probably fall off the roof and traumatize our fan base or something.” 

“You won’t mess it up,” George assured him even if Ross and Adam looked skeptical.  “Go on and give it a try.”

Matty opened his mouth as if to argue but George just shook his head. “No, go on, try it out, there is a whole team of people that are going to make sure you’re okay, and you’ll have the harness so even if you do slip, you won’t fall far.” 

Matty swallowed hard but nodded, having needed the extra push from George, to disappear into the makeshift backstage. 

“You sure this is a good idea?” Ross asked quietly, stepping away from his microphone to make sure Matty didn’t hear him. “I was worried about it when he was all excited about it, but now if he’s even having second thoughts...” 

George shrugged, fiddling with one of the drum sticks. “I’m worried, obviously,” George said, “but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t support him, he wanted to do the song on the roof, so we should at least try the song on the roof, there are foot holes, and handles up there, plus he has a harness on to make sure even if he does fall he won’t fall far.” 

“You’re a better man than me,” said Adam, “I’d have Carly wrapped in bubble wrap if she was as accident prone as Matty.”

George shrugged, smiling when he looked up and saw Matty waving from the roof, before flashing a thumbs up. 

“We’re partners,” George reminded him, “and that means working together as a team.” 

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

Chapter II: Like A Lover, Not A Dancer

masterlist | playlist | chapter I

summary: Your album release show goes off without a hitch. For you, at least.

tags/warnings: rockstar!reader x rockstar!gn!afab!reader, mention of reader having boobs (feel free to skip that), slow burn, pining, angst, steve is impartial and the bestest best friend forever. mentions of blood/bruises/injury (non specific)

a/n: please don’t hate me i swore i’d make this one a Real slow burn but idk how imma do that without taunting us all. Please reblog to support the author!

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Eddie’s POV

Pacing the length of his living room, Eddie talks aloud, mostly to himself, while his band mates sit along the couch, unsure how to help him out of his spiral.

“How am I supposed to mentally prepare for this? This is the biggest tour of our lives, and it’s with the one person capable of throwing me off my game. The one person that knows all of my weaknesses, everything that makes me tick. How am I supposed to be the person everyone thinks I am? They’re gonna see right through that shit.” He pivots to face his friends, and none of them can make eye contact. “Suggestions would be super appreciated right now!”

Gareth speaks then, timidly, “Ed, man, they probably feel the same way. You know all there is to know about Y/n. You’re both gonna go to extreme lengths to avoid each other just to realize neither of you have anything to worry about.”

“Yeah, my bet is you’ll be talkin’ like old friends within the first week.” Jeff chimes in. The two chuckle, until they see the expression on Eddie’s face. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, his eye twitching slightly as he attempts to keep his composure. “It’s true!” Jeff throws his hands above his head in surrender.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that, man. They broke up with me, ‘member? ‘Course ya do, I slept on your couch for a month when it happened.” His words wipe the smile from his friends’ faces. “I can’t walk around hoping and praying they’ll want anything to do with me. That can’t be who I am.” Eddie flops into the recliner across from them, defeated.

-

Your POV

You land in LA at 2:00PM, and are immediately rushed into a rental car, courtesy of Elektra Records. You’d been to California only once before, when you and Eddie had hit a restless phase and took a road trip to visit Will and El.

Now, though, instead of a big, dirty van, you’re in a sleek town car, on your way to The fucking Roxy to attend your band’s album release party. It feels like every sacrifice you’d made in the last two years finally makes sense! The planets have aligned, and you’re on the right path, or whatever the fuck. So why does your heart still hurt?

Robin grabs your hand, yanking you from your inner monologue. “We’re in LA, baby!” She’s hand in hand with Lilith, and Sylvie’s tucked into your left side. Steve pivots from the front seat to address you. “The party starts at ten tonight, be ready by seven. Call my room if you guys need anything, I’ll call when you have an hour left.”

You have to commend him, he’s got the mom thing down. “Yessir.” You all nod in unison, stifling the very laughter that kids would bite back after a mother’s lecture. But you appreciate him, there’s a reason you wanted him taking care of you. “Your performance is scheduled for ten thirty, we probably have fifteen, twenty minutes of leeway there though.”

Your smile is practically smacked from your face. “Our what?”

Steve looks up from his itinerary, matching your expression. “Did- did no one tell you?”

“I figured you told them!” Sylvie accuses, and Robin nods. You can perform on a whim, far over your stage fright after the hell you’d gone through. Performing has become cathartic, and you love a big audience. But Eddie was going to be in that crowd, and for some reason that scared the shit out of you.

“You’ll be fine! It’s not a full set, just three from the new album, bing bang boom you’re cutting a cake with your face on it.” He slaps his hands together to emphasize his point. As if on cue, the car pulls up to the hotel you’ll be staying at, and the doorman approaches to help with your bags.

-

You and Robin are sharing a room, spending the afternoon letting all your stress out as you prepare for the night.

“I just don’t get it!” You say for what feels like the hundredth time that day. “Why wouldn’t they tell us sooner?”

“My only theory,” Robin begins before blowing on her freshly painted nails, “Is that they know your history, and knew you’d try to back out if they told you. But how would they?”

They wouldn’t, you think, not to your knowledge. You never mention Hawkins, but you know Eddie does. Has he brought you up? You shake your head, shooing the thought away. “Whatever, nothing we can do now!” You pick a few clothing articles out of your suitcase, turning to Robin. “Which one?”

She smirks. “You know Eddie’s gonna be there, right?”

You shrug. “So?”

“So!” She catapults herself off the bed, taking the tight black dress between her fingers. “These will drive him fucking nuts! And I know you know that.”

You feign ignorance. Of course you’d thought about that, but why should it matter? “We’re broken up, Robin. This isn’t about him. Now which one am I gonna ruin tonight?” You hold each one up to you in the full length mirror. “The red one seems like a little too much,” You mumble, “But the black one is super nice on the melons.” You gesture to your chest, snickering.

It pulls a giggle out of Robin. “Definitely the black one, then.” She nods feverishly, and you mimic her movements, a grin stretching your mouth open.

-

Eddie’s POV

The joint burns in his fingers, dangerously close to singeing his hair before he snuffs it out in the ashtray. The California breeze is warm, inviting, but Eddie’s mood can’t be lifted even by the nice weather. He reluctantly returns from the patio, slamming the screen door behind him, causing Gareth to wince. “You alright, man?”

Eddie glares at his friend, who huffs a response. “You gotta get over it, Ed. Be professional, all that shit.” Gareth shrugs his jacket over a red and black flannel. “It’s not a big deal. You’re coworkers.”

“I guess,” Eddie sighs, pulling his boots on, tying the laces tightly. He swipes his hotel key from the bedside table, and follows Gareth to the elevator.

When he reaches the lobby, he stops dead in his tracks. Ten feet in front of him, behind his band mates, you stand with your own. You’re wearing a black dress with a denim jacket layered over it, and heavy black boots. Your hair falls to your shoulders, the color bright and impossible to miss. It takes all of his strength not to turn and run, but somehow he manages to stay put.

Jeff approaches him slowly, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re good, man.” His voice is tired, and it’s only the first night of a very long three months ahead. Eddie nods, ripping his eyes from the back of your head. You don’t turn around, but the tensing of your shoulders tells him you know he’s behind you. He follows behind his bandmates, stalking out of the hotel room and into the car behind the one you enter.

-

Your POV

You can feel his eyes on you even after you get in the car. Sylvie puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as Robin grasps your free hand. You’re so grateful for your support system, you just wish you didn’t need it so much.

You zone out for the drive, trying your best not to think about the events lined up for tonight. More so, you’re trying not to think about how you’ll avoid Eddie all night. At your own party. That he’s attending.

Your legs start to bounce as the driver pulls around the back of The Roxy. The stage manager greets you at the door as Corroded Coffin pulls up behind you. You don’t dare glance over your shoulder, ignoring every urge to look at Eddie, and immediately let your guard down.

Instead, you part ways to your separate green rooms. Even though CC isn’t performing tonight, you assume they need the space to get away from rabid fans. It makes you slightly bitter, watching them get special treatment on a night that’s supposed to belong to you.

Lilith throws herself onto the couch in the corner. “So, I took the liberty of inspecting Eddie’s demeanor so you didn’t have to.” She taunts, crossing one stockinged leg over the other.

You pivot to face your drummer, a look of what you hope is confusion written on your face. “What?” She asks innocently. “You know I’m nosey! Anyway, he was doing everything in his power not to look at you. He caught me once.”

You chuckle. “Maybe he’ll think you’re into him and move on.” You turn back to the mirror, reapplying your blood red lipstick.

“Oh, shut up!” Lilith chucks a bottle cap at you, but it lands short. “I know you’re still into him.”

“I am not!” You really aren’t sure. You haven’t spoken in two years, mostly to make sure you didn’t give back in to him. You didn’t trust your own willpower.

“Five minutes, ladies!” A stagehand peeks her head through the doorway. You and Sylvie exchange an eye roll at her assumption. It doesn’t shake you, or even offend you, being called a lady, or a woman. You know it’s not meant as an insult, but if people would just listen to your music, it’s not that hard to understand.

The DJ set ends, and he plays Sonic Youth’s Kool Thing as your walk out music, and you relish in the way the lyrics resonate: Kool Thing sittin' with a kitty / Now you know you're sure lookin' pretty / Like a lover not a dancer / Superboy take a little chance here / I don't want to, I don't think so / I don't want to, I don't think so. You peek around the corner from backstage, into a crowd of teens and young adults, some wearing your shirts, most of them already sweating.

When the song ends, the house lights dim, and the crowd gets impossibly louder. Robin throws her bass over her head, and gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Ready to knock ‘em dead?”

You smile at her, and extend it to the rest of your band. The four of you huddle together.

“Okay, guys. This is it. How we do tonight is an indication of how the tour is gonna go. Now, WHO ARE WE?”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

“I SAID, ‘WHO ARE WE?!’”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

You chant together, hyping yourselves up, building to an excited babble of voices overlapping. You grab your own guitar from a stagehand, and the four of you walk on to the stage to greet a screaming crowd.

-

Eddie’s POV

His eyes don’t leave you as you make your walk to your microphone. Your dress hugs every dip and curve of your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, not that Eddie has to imagine any of it. Your lips are dark, blood red, and your hair glows under the colorful lights. Your boots are thick, platform heels that lift you an extra three inches off the ground, giving the impression that you’d stomp out anyone that crosses you. Your skin is littered with tattoos, plenty more than the last time he saw you. They cover your arms and legs, heavy lines and bright colors. You look like an art piece, one Eddie could spend the rest of his life admiring.

He doesn’t recognize the song you open with, knowing it’s a new one off the album due to be released at midnight. Your voice hooks him in anyway; raspy, sounding angry, hurt, and like you’re singing right to him. Every fight you’d ever had with him, every night you’d wept in his arms, it’s all expelling from you on that stage, and he can’t help swimming in the pain it causes him.

Eddie gets it, the way a show can calm him in an instant, he can get every piece of aggression out of him without hurting anyone else. Watching you perform for the first time since breaking up is hypnotic, making his heart skip around erratically. He turns to the bartender. “Make it a double,” he calls over the music.

“What the fuck is up, LA?!” You scream when you finish your first song, and the crowd responds with shrieks. “We are Death Dance Approximately, and it’s lovely to meet you. Welcome to our album release show!” They scream again. “Please feel free to stick around until we unveil it. This is our first single, it came out last month. It’s called Pretty Boy.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. He never expected you to play the song again, let alone make it a single, but Pretty Boy had become such a staple song for both avid fans and casual listeners. Usually he can’t listen to it, but right now Eddie can’t bring himself to look away from you as you sing the song you wrote for him.

I hadn’t slept in several days, / I hadn’t been warm in weeks, / But after you had met my gaze, / I let my body breathe. / It felt less like a heart attack, / and more like coming home. / I let your body keep me warm, / so I don’t have to sleep alone. / Pretty boy, my heart is yours, / and I hope you’ll say the same, / Cause after all these lonely nights, / I just want to hear you say my name.

It’s crazy to hear the crowd sing with you, adding ambiance to your already angelic voice. Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat, and gulps his whiskey down to suffocate it. As you move into the third song, and Eddie’s about to call it a night, he’s approached by a group of what looks to be twenty somethings, girls about Dustin’s age now.

“Holy shit,” the short girl with spiky, purple hair squeaks, shouting over the music. “You’re Eddie Munson!” She covers her mouth, as if she’s spoken something forbidden.

Eddie scratches the back of his head and laughs. “Yeah, that’s me.” It’s a welcome distraction from the self torture of watching you.

“Would you sign my tits?!” a taller girl speaks, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders and her barely covered chest.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. It’s not the first time he’s been asked, but it never ceases to weird him out a little. “Uh, sure, got a marker?”

She hands Eddie a sharpie, and he signs her skin, leaning as far away from her as he can while doing so. They shout their thanks, and walk away squealing to each other. When he pivots back to the stage, you’re on your knees, singing right into the faces of the front row. What he’d do to have you that close to him again.

-

Your POV

You finish your third and final song of the night, leaving every ounce of your soul on the floor of The Roxy. When you’ve finished, you’re sweaty, smelly, and covered in glitter. Your makeup is smudged and running down your face, and your hair is tangled and sticking out every which way, but you’ve never felt better.

In the green room, Sylvie pops a bottle of celebratory champagne. “To our first sold out show!” You hold your glass up, and everyone clinks theirs together.

“Fucking awesome, you guys.” Steve praises, sipping his own bubbly. “I’m so proud of you guys.”

“Aw, you big sap.” Robin wraps an arm around his waist. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You join the hug, and your bandmates follow. “Thank you, Steve.” You say, quietly enough that only he hears you.

“Any fuckin’ time.” He breaks the hug with some minor objections. “Feel free to relax before making an appearance.” He checks his watch. “Just be ready before midnight, you gotta be in there for the cover reveal.”

You feel your heart speed up. The cover. Shit.

-

December 1985

“Whoa, dude, lemme see!” Jonathan and Eddie are examining his wounded hand. Jonathan brings his camera to his face, pointing the lense at Eddie’s clenched fist. “I’ll definitely be sure to get you this pic, might make a sick album cover.”

-

Eddie never did, in fact, get a copy of that picture. You did, though, and you’d made it the album cover of your debut: Tighten Up. And now you had to unveil that album in front of the man whose hand is plastered on it. Fuck.

-

The Roxy is thumping with loud music, now playing Mind Riot from the overhead speakers as fans mingle with each other, drinks in hand. You walk to the long table set up in front of the stage, where plenty of DDA fans grip their tour posters, waiting for you to sign. You’re still not used to the sheer amount of people in front of you, all there because of your music, your words.

“Okay, everyone!” Steve grabs the mic and makes his “I’m In Charge” announcements. “The band will be doing some signings, and copies of the albums are available to purchase. Please, don’t take too much time, I know it’s all very exciting but we have a lot of people to get to. Patience is key! Now, I know Y/n wants to address you before revealing the cover, so lemme pass the mic.” He hands you the mic, and you take a step toward your audience.

“Hey, guys!” You greet, and they respond with their loud, disorganized whoops. “Thank you so much for coming out. We hope we see you again tomorrow for our show with the CORRODED COFFIN!” The name drop gets its own applause, and you’re satisfied with the taunting. “But right now, without further adieu,” You grab the sheet that covers the canvas holding a blown up picture of the album. “TIGHTEN UP IS OUT!” You shout, and yank the cloth. There, in all its glory, is Eddie’s bloodied hand, rings and all, with the album title plastered over it in your chicken scratch. The crowd screams, and you have no time to wonder what Eddie must be thinking right now.

-

Eddie’s POV

What the fuck. He’s not sure if he’s seeing it right. His own hand, clenched in a fist, covered in some jock’s blood, on the cover of your debut album. He catches Gareth’s eyes, and makes an “I don’t know” face, that Gareth only returns with confusion. Eddie isn’t sure how to feel. Will people recognize his rings? Are their fans that crazy?

Before his brain can stop him, he’s walking further into the crowd, towards you. He doesn’t know what he’ll say, if he’ll even say anything. Instead, he watches you for awhile, talking to your fans like they’re your closest friends as you scribble on their posters and CDs, and pose for pictures. You look comfortable, at peace, and there’s no way he’d want to ruin that. He takes a gulp of his new drink, feeling the effects of the alcohol in his bloodstream.

“Hey,” It’s Steve, with a beer in his hand. “Sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think it was my place. And to be fair, Y/n had no inkling you’d ever see it, especially like this.” He takes a sip, waiting for Eddie’s response.

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the clenching in his gut. “Nah, it’s cool. Really cool, actually. Didn’t know they still thought about me that much.”

Steve hands him a copy of the album. “See for yourself.”

Eddie grips the jewel case in his hands, and opens the album. The disc has the same picture printed on it, and the jacket unfolds to reveal the other picture taken that night, the one of his hand on your throat, covered with lyrics to songs titled Indiana, and Underneath Hell. He can make decent guesses as to what they’re about.

“Go say hi.” Steve shoves him a little, more playful than aggressive.

“Are you serious? I don’t wanna ruin their night.”

“You won’t,” He takes another swig, “I think it might make you both feel better. Cut the shit, get it over with. You’re gonna be stuck with each other all spring, might as well.”

Eddie downs the rest of his whiskey, letting the liquid burn his throat as the buzz takes over. Steve offers his hand, and Eddie gives him the glass. “Here goes nothin.’” He huffs, and disappears into the mob of fans. Many turn their heads, giving double takes when they realize who he is. He ignores the shouts to get his attention, not wanting to draw it away from you. Steve is only steps behind, guarding him from being grabbed at as he snakes to the front. Steve reaches the mic stand, and announces that the band is going to take a break, and to enjoy the refreshments. Eddie watches as you look from your manager, to your bandmates, and then to him.

-

Your POV

Eddie doesn’t look away when you meet his eyes. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and he’s chewing on his lip nervously. You look to Steve again. “What’s happening right now?”

“Would you just go say hi? Act like you know the guy a little.” He shoulders you, causing you to stumble slightly. “C’mon, the rest of you,” Steve addresses the band, “Go take a break, sit down, have some water.” Steve looks back over his shoulder, and waves Eddie over. “You two, go catch up in the green room or something. I’m not letting you both be fucking weird this entire tour. Mingle.” He’s being serious. He ushers you backstage, and finally separates himself to join your friends, leaving you alone with the only person you probably shouldn’t be alone with.

You crack open a beer and take a large gulp. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

-

chapter III

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[thelanders23]

Hey y’all! I’ve been getting questions about my blog for a bit now. Some of them are extremely nice and genuinely curious to know my thought process behind my blog. Why I started it or my inspiration for it. As I hate to admit, there really wasn’t a ton of thought process behind it y’all. I just wanted to share my experience playing The Sims how I always had.

I’ve been playing The Sims now for about 12-13 years. I’m big on family let’s plays and legacies. I’ve always played as realistically as possible. As y’all probably know, that requires mods. I have a lot of gameplay mods to make The Sims as realistic as possible. That also means that I play with a ton of CC and the only thing I’m ever strictly Maxis Match on is hair.

I initially just wanted to take some pictures for my game. I wanted my Sims to have actual family photos on the wall. Ya know, make their homes more homey. When I started taking the photos it reminded me of a creator who used to do this same kind of content for her tumblr. I was hooked on every update she’d post about her little Sims family. For the life of me, I can’t remember that creator’s name. God knows it’s been forever and 3 Tumblr accounts later ;) But in remembering that, I found something I love to share. I’ve always been quiet in The Sims community. I’m not good at making CC, believe me I’ve tried. But for some reason, I’m good at capturing in-game images of sims ‘realistic’ lives. So that’s what I started doing.

Although I play at a slow (for The Sims) but sped up pace, you’ll often see me posting year-round content. Christmas posts could be posted in June or summer posts in winter, if you’re catching my drift. It just depends what my Sims are doing at the time. I post pretty frequently, most of the time I’ll post multiple updates in one day and then take a few days as a break. So you won’t ever have to wait too long for content. I will take breaks every now and then when playing but that’s so I don’t ever get bored with my save file. Those breaks will be announced.

The Lander’s were an obvious choice in who I’d pick for the family that the blog is set around. They’re my favorite. I played with Lyle and Haidyn for about 4 months before starting this account. So it’s officially been over a year of playing on this save file. Something about them made me find the reason I fell in love with The Sims in the first place. Yeah they’re your typical little family, but I think that’s why I love them. I grew up with families just like the Lander’s. I think in a weird way, they comfort my soul.

For those asking for more details of who I am behind the screen, I find sharing small information is really all you need. I’m 22F and I’m from TX, USA. But I bet y’all already read that in the bio :)

I’m married and yes, just like Haidyn, I’m in the nursing career. My husband isn’t quite the nerd I am but he’s pretty interested in how I do all of this. Yes, he knows about my Tumblr, and no, he doesn’t think it’s weird. Truth is, I’m pretty boring. There’s nothing really fancy here folks.

I do appreciate all the questions, likes, reblogs and genuine conversations I’ve had while being active in this community and space. My hope is to continue to do this until I really don’t have the time to. Which I don’t see happening in the foreseeable future since I’m PRN at work and have lots of free time on my hands :) As long as y’all keep loving my content, I’ll keep sharing it the same way. I know this type of content is not for everyone in this community but I’m thankful to those who do like it. I think that’s what makes this community so special and unique. Everyone who plays The Sims plays it differently and I love that 🩵