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anyway got into an argument last night where my brother tried to position himself as an authority on visual novels even though he's never played one ever -_-
#'i just think that the freedom to ask questions in whatever order you want is stupid. ace attorney didn't do that and that's why it's good'#my man you have never played ace attorney in your life#bc if you did you would know that you *do* get that freedom during investigation segments#i agree that the gameplay is better integrated with the visual novel aspects than somnium files#but that's not what ai was trying to do#aa is a game abt gathering evidence and finding contradictions in statements#ai is a game abt watching the main character solve a mystery while you theorize about it#in the first game at least you rarely have to work out what happened on your own#the plot will eventually get to the answers whether or not you understand what they're even asking you#you have to solve a few puzzles in the sequel but mostly it's the same style
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the great reddit API meltdown of '23, or: this was always bound to happen
there's a lot of press about what's going on with reddit right now (app shutdowns, subreddit blackouts, the CEO continually putting his foot in his mouth), but I haven't seen as much stuff talking about how reddit got into this situation to begin with. so as a certified non-expert and Context Enjoyer I thought it might be helpful to lay things out as I understand them—a high-level view, surveying the whole landscape—in the wonderful world of startups, IPOs, and extremely angry users.
disclaimer that I am not a founder or VC (lmao), have yet to work at a company with a successful IPO, and am not a reddit employee or third-party reddit developer or even a subreddit moderator. I do work at a startup, know my way around an API or two, and have spent twelve regrettable years on reddit itself. which is to say that I make no promises of infallibility, but I hope you'll at least find all this interesting.
profit now or profit later
before you can really get into reddit as reddit, it helps to know a bit about startups (of which reddit is one). and before I launch into that, let me share my Three Types Of Websites framework, which is basically just a mental model about financial incentives that's helped me contextualize some of this stuff.
(1) website/software that does not exist to make money: relatively rare, for a variety of reasons, among them that it costs money to build and maintain a website in the first place. wikipedia is the evergreen example, although even wikipedia's been subject to criticism for how the wikimedia foundation pays out its employees and all that fun nonprofit stuff. what's important here is that even when making money is not the goal, money itself is still a factor, whether it's solicited via donations or it's just one guy paying out of pocket to host a hobby site. but websites in this category do, generally, offer free, no-strings-attached experiences to their users.
(I do want push back against the retrospective nostalgia of "everything on the internet used to be this way" because I don't think that was ever really true—look at AOL, the dotcom boom, the rise of banner ads. I distinctly remember that neopets had multiple corporate sponsors, including a cookie crisp-themed flash game. yahoo bought geocities for $3.6 billion; money's always been trading hands, obvious or not. it's indisputable that the internet is simply different now than it was ten or twenty years ago, and that monetization models themselves have largely changed as well (I have thoughts about this as it relates to web 1.0 vs web 2.0 and their associated costs/scale/etc.), but I think the only time people weren't trying to squeeze the internet for all the dimes it can offer was when the internet was first conceived as a tool for national defense.)
(2) website/software that exists to make money now: the type that requires the least explanation. mostly non-startup apps and services, including any random ecommerce storefront, mobile apps that cost three bucks to download, an MMO with a recurring subscription, or even a news website that runs banner ads and/or offers paid subscriptions. in most (but not all) cases, the "make money now" part is obvious, so these things don't feel free to us as users, even to the extent that they might have watered-down free versions or limited access free trials. no one's shocked when WoW offers another paid expansion packs because WoW's been around for two decades and has explicitly been trying to make money that whole time.
(3) website/software that exists to make money later: this is the fun one, and more common than you'd think. "make money later" is more or less the entire startup business model—I'll get into that in the next section—and is deployed with the expectation that you will make money at some point, but not always by means as obvious as "selling WoW expansions for forty bucks a pop."
companies in this category tend to have two closely entwined characteristics: they prioritize growth above all else, regardless of whether this growth is profitable in any way (now, or sometimes, ever), and they do this by offering users really cool and awesome shit at little to no cost (or, if not for free, then at least at a significant loss to the company).
so from a user perspective, these things either seem free or far cheaper than their competitors. but of course websites and software and apps and [blank]-as-a-service tools cost money to build and maintain, and that money has to come from somewhere, and the people supplying that money, generally, expect to get it back...
just not immediately.
startups, VCs, IPOs, and you
here's the extremely condensed "did NOT go to harvard business school" version of how a startup works:
(1) you have a cool idea.
(2) you convince some venture capitalists (also known as VCs) that your idea is cool. if they see the potential in what you're pitching, they'll give you money in exchange for partial ownership of your company—which means that if/when the company starts trading its stock publicly, these investors will own X numbers of shares that they can sell at any time. in other words, you get free money now (and you'll likely seek multiple "rounds" of investors over the years to sustain your company), but with the explicit expectations that these investors will get their payoff later, assuming you don't crash and burn before that happens.
during this phase, you want to do anything in your power to make your company appealing to investors so you can attract more of them and raise funds as needed. because you are definitely not bringing in the necessary revenue to offset operating costs by yourself.
it's also worth nothing that this is less about projecting the long-term profitability of your company than it's about its perceived profitability—i.e., VCs want to put their money behind a company that other people will also have confidence in, because that's what makes stock valuable, and VCs are in it for stock prices.
(3) there are two non-exclusive win conditions for your startup: you can get acquired, and you can have an IPO (also referred to as "going public"). these are often called "exit scenarios" and they benefit VCs and founders, as well as some employees. it's also possible for a company to get acquired, possibly even more than once, and then later go public.
acquisition: sell the whole damn thing to someone else. there are a million ways this can happen, some better than others, but in many cases this means anyone with ownership of the company (which includes both investors and employees who hold stock options) get their stock bought out by the acquiring company and end up with cash in hand. in varying amounts, of course. sometimes the founders walk away, sometimes the employees get laid off, but not always.
IPO: short for "initial public offering," this is when the company starts trading its stocks publicly, which means anyone who wants to can start buying that company's stock, which really means that VCs (and employees with stock options) can turn that hypothetical money into real money by selling their company stock to interested buyers.
drawing from that, companies don't go for an IPO until they think their stock will actually be worth something (or else what's the point?)—specifically, worth more than the amount of money that investors poured into it. The Powers That Be will speculate about a company's IPO potential way ahead of time, which is where you'll hear stuff about companies who have an estimated IPO evaluation of (to pull a completely random example) $10B. actually I lied, that was not a random example, that was reddit's valuation back in 2021 lol. but a valuation is basically just "how much will people be interested in our stock?"
as such, in the time leading up to an IPO, it's really really important to do everything you can to make your company seem like a good investment (which is how you get stock prices up), usually by making the company's numbers look good. but! if you plan on cashing out, the long-term effects of your decisions aren't top of mind here. remember, the industry lingo is "exit scenario."
if all of this seems like a good short-term strategy for companies and their VCs, but an unsustainable model for anyone who's buying those stocks during the IPO, that's because it often is.
also worth noting that it's possible for a company to be technically unprofitable as a business (meaning their costs outstrip their revenue) and still trade enormously well on the stock market; uber is the perennial example of this. to the people who make money solely off of buying and selling stock, it literally does not matter that the actual rideshare model isn't netting any income—people think the stock is valuable, so it's valuable.
this is also why, for example, elon musk is richer than god: if he were only the CEO of tesla, the money he'd make from selling mediocre cars would be (comparatively, lol) minimal. but he's also one of tesla's angel investors, which means he holds a shitload of tesla stock, and tesla's stock has performed well since their IPO a decade ago (despite recent dips)—even if tesla itself has never been a huge moneymaker, public faith in the company's eventual success has kept them trading at high levels. granted, this also means most of musk's wealth is hypothetical and not liquid; if TSLA dropped to nothing, so would the value of all the stock he holds (and his net work with it).
what's an API, anyway?
to move in an entirely different direction: we can't get into reddit's API debacle without understanding what an API itself is.
an API (short for "application programming interface," not that it really matters) is a series of code instructions that independent developers can use to plug their shit into someone else's shit. like a series of tin cans on strings between two kids' treehouses, but for sending and receiving data.
APIs work by yoinking data directly from a company's servers instead of displaying anything visually to users. so I could use reddit's API to build my own app that takes the day's top r/AITA post and transcribes it into pig latin: my app is a bunch of lines of code, and some of those lines of code fetch data from reddit (and then transcribe that data into pig latin), and then my app displays the content to anyone who wants to see it, not reddit itself. as far as reddit is concerned, no additional human beings laid eyeballs on that r/AITA post, and reddit never had a chance to serve ads alongside the pig-latinized content in my app. (put a pin in this part—it'll be relevant later.)
but at its core, an API is really a type of protocol, which encompasses a broad category of formats and business models and so on. some APIs are completely free to use, like how anyone can build a discord bot (but you still have to host it yourself). some companies offer free APIs to third-party developers can build their own plugins, and then the company and the third-party dev split the profit on those plugins. some APIs have a free tier for hobbyists and a paid tier for big professional projects (like every weather API ever, lol). some APIs are strictly paid services because the API itself is the company's core offering.
reddit's financial foundations
okay thanks for sticking with me. I promise we're almost ready to be almost ready to talk about the current backlash.
reddit has always been a startup's startup from day one: its founders created the site after attending a startup incubator (which is basically a summer camp run by VCs) with the successful goal of creating a financially successful site. backed by that delicious y combinator money, reddit got acquired by conde nast only a year or two after its creation, which netted its founders a couple million each. this was back in like, 2006 by the way. in the time since that acquisition, reddit's gone through a bunch of additional funding rounds, including from big-name investors like a16z, peter thiel (yes, that guy), sam altman (yes, also that guy), sequoia, fidelity, and tencent. crunchbase says that they've raised a total of $1.3B in investor backing.
in all this time, reddit has never been a public company, or, strictly speaking, profitable.
APIs and third-party apps
reddit has offered free API access for basically as long as it's had a public API—remember, as a "make money later" company, their primary goal is growth, which means attracting as many users as possible to the platform. so letting anyone build an app or widget is (or really, was) in line with that goal.
as such, third-party reddit apps have been around forever. by third-party apps, I mean apps that use the reddit API to display actual reddit content in an unofficial wrapper. iirc reddit didn't even have an official mobile app until semi-recently, so many of these third-party mobile apps in particular just sprung up to meet an unmet need, and they've kept a small but dedicated userbase ever since. some people also prefer the user experience of the unofficial apps, especially since they offer extra settings to customize what you're seeing and few to no ads (and any ads these apps do display are to the benefit of the third-party developers, not reddit itself.)
(let me add this preemptively: one solution I've seen proposed to the paid API backlash is that reddit should have third-party developers display reddit's ads in those third-party apps, but this isn't really possible or advisable due to boring adtech reasons I won't inflict on you here. source: just trust me bro)
in addition to mobile apps, there are also third-party tools that don’t replace the Official Reddit Viewing Experience but do offer auxiliary features like being able to mass-delete your post history, tools that make the site more accessible to people who use screen readers, and tools that help moderators of subreddits moderate more easily. not to mention a small army of reddit bots like u/AutoWikibot or u/RemindMebot (and then the bots that tally the number of people who reply to bot comments with “good bot” or “bad bot).
the number of people who use third-party apps is relatively small, but they arguably comprise some of reddit’s most dedicated users, which means that third-party apps are important to the people who keep reddit running and the people who supply reddit with high-quality content.
unpaid moderators and user-generated content
so reddit is sort of two things: reddit is a platform, but it’s also a community.
the platform is all the unsexy (or, if you like python, sexy) stuff under the hood that actually makes the damn thing work. this is what the company spends money building and maintaining and "owns." the community is all the stuff that happens on the platform: posts, people, petty squabbles. so the platform is where the content lives, but ultimately the content is the reason people use reddit—no one’s like “yeah, I spend time on here because the backend framework really impressed me."
and all of this content is supplied by users, which is not unique among social media platforms, but the content is also managed by users, which is. paid employees do not govern subreddits; unpaid volunteers do. and moderation is the only thing that keeps reddit even remotely tolerable—without someone to remove spam, ban annoying users, and (god willing) enforce rules against abuse and hate speech, a subreddit loses its appeal and therefore its users. not dissimilar to the situation we’re seeing play out at twitter, except at twitter it was the loss of paid moderators; reddit is arguably in a more precarious position because they could lose this unpaid labor at any moment, and as an already-unprofitable company they absolutely cannot afford to implement paid labor as a substitute.
oh yeah? spell "IPO" backwards
so here we are, June 2023, and reddit is licking its lips in anticipation of a long-fabled IPO. which means it’s time to start fluffing themselves up for investors by cutting costs (yay, layoffs!) and seeking new avenues of profit, however small.
this brings us to the current controversy: reddit announced a new API pricing plan that more or less prevents anyone from using it for free.
from reddit's perspective, the ostensible benefits of charging for API access are twofold: first, there's direct profit to be made off of the developers who (may or may not) pay several thousand dollars a month to use it, and second, cutting off unsanctioned third-party mobile apps (possibly) funnels those apps' users back into the official reddit mobile app. and since users on third-party apps reap the benefit of reddit's site architecture (and hosting, and development, and all the other expenses the site itself incurs) without “earning” money for reddit by generating ad impressions, there’s a financial incentive at work here: even if only a small percentage of people use third-party apps, getting them to use the official app instead translates to increased ad revenue, however marginal.
(also worth mentioning that chatGPT and other LLMs were trained via tools that used reddit's API to scrape post and content data, and now that openAI is reaping the profits of that training without giving reddit any kickbacks, reddit probably wants to prevent repeats of this from happening in the future. if you want to train the next LLM, it's gonna cost you.)
of course, these changes only benefit reddit if they actually increase the company’s revenue and perceived value/growth—which is hard to do when your users (who are also the people who supply the content for other users to engage with, who are also the people who moderate your communities and make them fun to participate in) get really fucking pissed and threaten to walk.
pricing shenanigans
under the new API pricing plan, third-party developers are suddenly facing steep costs to maintain the apps and tools they’ve built.
most paid APIs are priced by volume: basically, the more data you send and receive, the more money it costs. so if your third-party app has a lot of users, you’ll have to make more API requests to fetch content for those users, and your app becomes more expensive to maintain. (this isn’t an issue if the tool you’re building also turns a profit, but most third-party reddit apps make little, if any, money.)
which is why, even though third-party apps capture a relatively small portion of reddit’s users, the developer of a popular third-party app called apollo recently learned that it would cost them about $20 million a year to keep the app running. and apollo actually offers some paid features (for extra in-app features independent of what reddit offers), but nowhere near enough to break even on those API costs.
so apollo, any many apps like it, were suddenly unable to keep their doors open under the new API pricing model and announced that they'd be forced to shut down.
backlash, blackout
plenty has been said already about the current subreddit blackouts—in like, official news outlets and everything—so this might be the least interesting section of my whole post lol. the short version is that enough redditors got pissed enough that they collectively decided to take subreddits “offline” in protest, either by making them read-only or making them completely inaccessible. their goal was to send a message, and that message was "if you piss us off and we bail, here's what reddit's gonna be like: a ghost town."
but, you may ask, if third-party apps only captured a small number of users in the first place, how was the backlash strong enough to result in a near-sitewide blackout? well, two reasons:
first and foremost, since moderators in particular are fond of third-party tools, and since moderators wield outsized power (as both the people who keep your site more or less civil, and as the people who can take a subreddit offline if they feel like it), it’s in your best interests to keep them happy. especially since they don’t get paid to do this job in the first place, won’t keep doing it if it gets too hard, and essentially have nothing to lose by stepping down.
then, to a lesser extent, the non-moderator users on third-party apps tend to be Power Users who’ve been on reddit since its inception, and as such likely supply a disproportionate amount of the high-quality content for other users to see (and for ads to be served alongside). if you drive away those users, you’re effectively kneecapping your overall site traffic (which is bad for Growth) and reducing the number/value of any ad impressions you can serve (which is bad for revenue).
also a secret third reason, which is that even people who use the official apps have no stake in a potential IPO, can smell the general unfairness of this whole situation, and would enjoy the schadenfreude of investors getting fucked over. not to mention that reddit’s current CEO has made a complete ass of himself and now everyone hates him and wants to see him suffer personally.
(granted, it seems like reddit may acquiesce slightly and grant free API access to a select set of moderation/accessibility tools, but at this point it comes across as an empty gesture.)
"later" is now "now"
TL;DR: this whole thing is a combination of many factors, specifically reddit being intensely user-driven and self-governed, but also a high-traffic site that costs a lot of money to run (why they willingly decided to start hosting video a few years back is beyond me...), while also being angled as a public stock market offering in the very near future. to some extent I understand why reddit’s CEO doubled down on the changes—he wants to look strong for investors—but he’s also made a fool of himself and cast a shadow of uncertainty onto reddit’s future, not to mention the PR nightmare surrounding all of this. and since arguably the most important thing in an IPO is how much faith people have in your company, I honestly think reddit would’ve fared better if they hadn’t gone nuclear with the API changes in the first place.
that said, I also think it’s a mistake to assume that reddit care (or needs to care) about its users in any meaningful way, or at least not as more than means to an end. if reddit shuts down in three years, but all of the people sitting on stock options right now cashed out at $120/share and escaped unscathed... that’s a success story! you got your money! VCs want to recoup their investment—they don’t care about longevity (at least not after they’re gone), user experience, or even sustained profit. those were never the forces driving them, because these were never the ultimate metrics of their success.
and to be clear: this isn’t unique to reddit. this is how pretty much all startups operate.
I talked about the difference between “make money now” companies and “make money later” companies, and what we’re experiencing is the painful transition from “later” to “now.” as users, this change is almost invisible until it’s already happened—it’s like a rug we didn’t even know existed gets pulled out from under us.
the pre-IPO honeymoon phase is awesome as a user, because companies have no expectation of profit, only growth. if you can rely on VC money to stay afloat, your only concern is building a user base, not squeezing a profit out of them. and to do that, you offer cool shit at a loss: everything’s chocolate and flowers and quarterly reports about the number of signups you’re getting!
...until you reach a critical mass of users, VCs want to cash in, and to prepare for that IPO leadership starts thinking of ways to make the website (appear) profitable and implements a bunch of shit that makes users go “wait, what?”
I also touched on this earlier, but I want to reiterate a bit here: I think the myth of the benign non-monetized internet of yore is exactly that—a myth. what has changed are the specific market factors behind these websites, and their scale, and the means by which they attempt to monetize their services and/or make their services look attractive to investors, and so from a user perspective things feel worse because the specific ways we’re getting squeezed have evolved. maybe they are even worse, at least in the ways that matter. but I’m also increasingly less surprised when this occurs, because making money is and has always been the goal for all of these ventures, regardless of how they try to do so.
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Part 2 of this | shout out to @slut4jeon who made this happen part of the prompt game pairing: metro inhabitant!Jungkook x survivor!female reader genre: apocalypse!AU, S2L warnings: survival after nuclear fallout, foul language, basically just smut, jealous JK, oral (f. receiving), a bit of handjob, boobplay, fingering, squirting, a bit of eating out and finger sucking, unprotected seggs, a bit of cock warming, spanking, body worshipping, they are just whipped for each other, rough possessive seggs, JK's a bit whiney, cum shot, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 1.336
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Living in the Metro is, to say the least, completely unexpected. It’s like stepping into an alternate universe compared to the outside world. Not that it’s entirely safe here, with certain stations better avoided, especially when you’re on your own, but it’s still so much safer than anything you could have ever wished for.
What’s also otherworldly is living with Jungkook. It’s not only a luxury but like living in a constant dream. You’d never have believed you’d find someone like him, not even when the world was green, and the skies were blue before everything fell apart. But here you are, living the dream because Jungkook is the best partner you could ever hope for.
There isn’t a single day that passes where he isn’t more than willing and eager to please you to the best of his abilities—abilities that are beyond heaven. If you’re sad? He fucks you. If you’re happy? He fucks you too. And if you’re angry with him for reasons you can’t even recall? He’s usually the one responsible for making you forget in the first place.
You’d never complain, though, and never would you deny him or the multitude of orgasms he grants you day in and day out.
Like right now. He saw a seller at Riga Station, the trading hub of the Metro, being a bit too friendly with you. The man even gave you a rare flower, despite everyone knowing you belong to Jungkook. Hoseok just wanted to wind him up, and you suspect he did it on purpose.
“Sit down,” Jungkook orders, pacing the small room while his jaw ticks dangerously. You obey, clutching the flower tightly, not at all scared but rather anticipating the ‘punishment’ you know is coming.
“So now you’re collecting gifts from every man in—”
“I’m not collecting anything, Kook, he gave it to me volunta—”
“Voluntarily?! You didn’t just say that.”
You nod, biting your lip to suppress a smile as you watch Jungkook spiral further into frustration.
“Are you still looking for someone better? Is that it?”
“You never give me flowers,” you pout dramatically, and when Jungkook gestures with both hands to the wall overflowing with flowers and other gifts, you almost feel guilty enough to stop the game and tell him how good he is to you.
Almost.
But you don’t, because his next words are exactly what you’ve been waiting for.
“Maybe I need to remind my girlfriend who’s worthy of her.”
And as Jungkook strides towards you, ripping his army shirt off, you toss the flower aside you don’t care about. In seconds, he’s on you, crushing his lips against yours, his lip piercings digging into your lower lip as his hands grip every inch of your body.
You’re both naked in the blink of an eye, Jungkook alternating between sucking and licking your nipples while you jerk his perfect, hard cock. The sight of him worshipping your body like this never gets old, and his touch is never the same twice.
“I’m going to make sure I’m the only one on your mind.”
Jungkook’s fingers glide down to your cunt, pushing two fingers inside once you’re wet enough. The way his thick fingers stretch you sends stars exploding behind your eyelids, and the pace he sets, combined with his mouth and free hand still working on your tits, is utterly intoxicating.
It’s insane how he can fuck you so perfectly with just his fingers, knowing exactly where to touch you. When he adds a third finger, thrusting as deep as he can, you know he’s not messing around this time. The burn from the stretch only intensifies when he rasps into your ear, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
“Kook!” you cry as he presses particularly hard. You didn’t know he could be this possessive, but God, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a man.
“Scream my name, love! Let everyone in this forsaken hellhole know who owns you.”
“Jungkook!” you moan as his fingers thrust relentlessly into you, his wrist occasionally grazing your clit, sending you even higher.
“Fuck yeah. My goddess.”
Your tits and neck are littered with hickeys at this point, and you’ve forgotten all about his cock in your slackened grip, but he doesn’t care. He never cares—his sole focus is your pleasure.
It’s when Jungkook leans back, looking down at you with his lips swollen and shining, that it all undoes you. Your orgasm crashes through you, fast and hard, and even though he’s made you squirt before, it never fails to shock and slightly embarrass you.
But Jungkook doesn’t let you dwell on that. He pulls his fingers out, licks them clean, and then dives straight between your legs, licking up every drop like always.
You’re spent, completely worn out, but you know it’s far from over. His cock is standing proudly, angrily red and ready for its well-deserved attention.
You’d like to give him head, but you know you wouldn’t survive it after what he just did to you. Jungkook, knowing you too well, simply lines himself up and pushes inside without breaking eye contact.
Every inch of him makes your head spin, especially when he bottoms out completely, filling you in a way that makes you never want to be without him.
You’re confused for a moment when he doesn’t move, and then you catch his lazy, wicked smirk. His hands run up and down your thighs before hooking them under your knees and pushing you further into him, making you moan involuntarily.
“You’re going to accept gifts from other men?”
You hesitate. Should you tease him further or stop while you’re ahead?
“Yes?” you test, but it’s clearly the wrong answer.
Jungkook’s hand smacks your ass, making you yelp, moan, and clench around him, only causing that smirk to grow.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said yes.”
Another smack, another moan.
“You think this is funny?”
There’s something about a jealous Jungkook that hits differently, and despite knowing not to push him too far, you also know what’s coming is exactly what you both crave in this doomed world.
“Yes.”
Again, his hand strikes your ass, and this time you can’t hold back, your cunt squeezing so violently around him, coating his abs and thighs with a new wave of arousal.
“How about I fuck that ‘yes’ out of you, huh?”
There’s no time to answer before Jungkook slams into you without mercy, stealing any possible words from your lips.
“Where’s your big mouth now?”
It’s gone, completely useless. You can only pant in time with his brutal thrusts, his fingers digging deeper into your legs as he forces you even closer, higher, as you cling to his wrists, tears forming from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Scream my name, ____.”
He thrusts harder, but your voice is stolen, only broken cries escaping your lips.
“Scream!” Another slap across your by now red ass, the only thing holding you together is his massive cock.
“Jungkook!” you finally cry out, so loud you swear it echoes not only through you both but through the entire Metro as well.
“Again.” Smack.
“Jungkook! Yes!”
“That’s right.”
And with that, you’re gone, chanting his name with every thrust, every drop of sweat that falls from him onto your body. Your next orgasm washes over you without mercy.
You know he’s close, too, when he abruptly pulls out like he always does and starts jerking himself off.
With his eyes locked on you, he comes with a desperate whine, spilling white all over your body like a masterpiece.
He’s beautiful, your gorgeous, perfect boyfriend.
Jungkook collapses onto you, and your fingers instinctively find their way into his hair while he catches his breath.
“You know there’s only you, right?”
He grumbles in response.
“I love you, Kook. Don’t think otherwise.”
“I love you too,” he grumbles again, voice still muffled, but you don’t mind. It just makes him even more endearing.
“Good, because you’re not getting rid of me.”
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the cullens with a reader who isn't the best at showing emotions so their way of showing love is by biting? Like not hard but gently.
BTW I love your writing, keep up the good work 💞
The Cullens with a reader who bites
Thank you for the kind words! And I definitely relate to this prompt. But with my cat. Like cuteness aggression is real and I’m a victim. Petting her isn’t enough I need to eat her yk
Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!
Edward:
He understands a little bit
He can hear the thoughts in your head, he sees how much they overwhelm you
It happened the first time when he was over at your house for a movie date
He was wearing casual clothes, a hoodie and some sweatpants
He wanted to make sure you had something soft to lay your head on
But something happened when you saw him in the hoodie
Your mind lit up, fireworks going off, sprinkled with phrases of how “cute” he looked and how you wanted to crawl into his skin
He called you over to him and let you squeeze him as hard as you wanted, but it still wasn’t enough
He could hear the frustration in your mind about how you were still unsatisfied
He was about to suggest climbing into his hoodie with him when he felt you bite down on his bicep
He was shocked to say the least
But you know what, at least it helped
He tries to limit how much you can bite him in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he lets you do what you want
He’s an enabler, what can I say
Alice:
She didn’t even see it coming the first time
Which is rare for her
You were sitting on her bed with your eyes closed since Alice had a gift she wanted to give to you
You opened your eyes and saw a bracelet made of brown, gold and *insert your eye color here* beads
On her wrist was a matching one
You sprang up and tackled her in a hug immediately
You both would have fallen if she didn’t have inhuman strength
But hugging her wasn’t enough
So you bit her
She felt a pressure on her right shoulder, just above where her shirt ended, right on her skin
She didn’t know what it was until she felt the heat and faint wetness
She thought it was tears to be honest
So she was definitely shocked when she pulls you back and sees your mouth wide open and your eyes perfectly dry
“… did you just bite me?”
“…no…”
“You’re so silly”
She lets you bite her as much as you want
It’s not like it affects her
Just so long as you don’t get drool on her clothes
Jasper:
He can also feel how strong your emotions are
He’s never felt someone who feels things so strongly
Honestly, he’s surprised you can even live a normal life
One day you’re just sitting on the couch, playing on your phone while a movie plays on the tv
Suddenly, your phone starts to jostle a little bit
You look and see Jasper putting a charging cable into your phone
“What’s that for?”
“Your battery was getting pretty low, figured you could use some charge”
And like nothing even happened, he goes back to playing mobile games on his phone
You become so overcome with emotion, so much love just fills your body
He can feel your emotions start to fry, threatening to overflow
He’s about to send some calmness your way when he feels you chomp down onto his forearm
He’s so shocked he doesn’t even move
You quickly unlatch, moving away and apologizing, but he just smiles
“It’s alright, darling. I’d rather have your teeth marks here than the ones I’ve got now”
So charming
Rosalie:
The day of Prom is here
You didn’t want to go, but you would never deny Rosalie a chance to dress up
So that’s how you found yourself here, fully dressed and waiting on Rosalie to finish getting her hair and makeup done
You hear her heels click towards the closed door and turn your eyes as it creaks open
There stands Rosalie, beautiful golden hair pulled into an intricate updo, her makeup perfectly accentuating her natural beauty, and a dark red dress that sweeps the floor
You just couldn’t contain yourself
You latch onto her, biting into her exposed shoulder
She yelps out of shock, definitely not expecting that
You try to walk away and pretend it didn’t happen, but she’s not one for that
She has similar rules to Alice, only no biting her in public
She loves that you love her so much that you can’t contain it
That’s what she’s always wanted after all
Overall, though, she doesn’t mind
Just seriously, don’t mess with the clothes
Emmett:
He was literally just sitting there
Like not doing anything, sitting on the couch, watching a movie that you had put on
You had gotten up to get some more popcorn and had to just pause to take him in
He looked so cute bundled up in the couch, your favorite blanket thrown around him from earlier
You set the popcorn down on the table and leaped at him
He didn’t even get a chance to react
Suddenly you were on top of him, your arms wrapped in a vice grip around his throat, your legs fully koala-ed around his middle
You were kissing every single surface on his face, whispering how cute he looked and how much you love him in between
He was giggling like a little girl, his face would be beet red if he could still blush
When suddenly he feels your teeth on his shoulder
“Pump the brakes there, piranha, what’s that for?”
“Sorry Em, I just love you so much I can’t control myself”
“Damn, do I at least taste good?”
He thinks it’s hilarious
He calls you his little snapping turtle
Esme:
She’s confused
She just asked what you wanted for dinner and now your teeth are in her arm
She doesn’t even shake you off she just kind of stands there
Like uhm are you okay?
You’re gonna need to explain to her why you did that
And afterwards she just laughs
She doesn’t fully understand, but that’s okay cause she also just doesn’t care
If it makes you happy then it makes her happy
She’ll let you bite her but with limitations
No biting in public
No biting her hair (not that you would anyway)
No biting her so hard that you hurt yourself
And she’ll eventually tell you to ease up after a while
“Darling? You’ve been there for a couple minutes now, you want to stop for a second please?”
Overall she’s confused but tries not to intervene
If this is what you need to do to express your love then go for it
Carlisle:
He’s only ever been bitten once
And that wasn’t a very pleasant experience to say the least
So it’s the last thing he expects you to do
But let’s be honest, how could you resist?
He had rolled up the sleeves to his sleek button up, flipping through pages of his old medical books, looking for a specific article he wanted to show you
By now you’ve completely forgotten what you even asked him about
You just leaned in slowly and bit into his forearm, your teeth sinking in slightly to the strong muscles there
“… are you hungry?”
Genuinely confused
You can try to explain as much as you want, he’s still going to research it later
He doesn’t have very many rules as far as this goes
If you wanna bite him, then go for it
He thinks it’s a nice, fun thing
And it shows how much you love him
Everyone enjoys a nice ego stroke now and then
Vampire! Bella:
She’s definitely felt cuteness aggression before
But never with another person
She was just sitting there helping you do your homework and you just.. bit her
“Did you just bite me?”
“…. No….”
“You’re a liar”
She doesn’t actually mind
She’s just so confused
She still envisions herself as that plain-looking clumsy girl
Like wdym SHES the one making you feral?
But she is flattered
Absolutely does NOT let you pull that shit in public tho
She’s still too shy for that
You’re gonna need to put a pin in it till you guys get home
But once you’re there… she still has limits
She’s not a big pda person
Or a big physical touch person
She’s like a cat
She’s okay with it for a little bit but too much and she needs you to stop
Think like one or two bites a day
Any more than that and she gets squirmy
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Enemies to lovers with Oscar
"i'm sick of playing this game with you." "what game?" "the game where we pretend we don't like each other."
ooo okay anon!
tw: fem!reader, me not knowing anything rlly, swears, me heart rhetorical questions tee hee, lmk if there's anything you want me to add, swears.
w/c: 1.4k
daniel had called you nosy but you really didn't mean to overhear oscar and logan's conversation, honest! you were just walking by where both boys were standing and you just so happened to overhear oscar call you annoying.
ever since you had heard those words fall from oscar's mouth you had avoided him like the plague. and it had worked, for two months.
every time you and daniel met for lunch it was just one of those topics that you just had to bring up. even though there had been no new developments because as you had told the older australian boy "oscar was never getting the time of day from you, ever again." daniel just nodded with a knowing smirk. what he knew? beats you. you did not dwell on it too much because that was just a daniel thing to do, always knowing shit that you had no clue of.
daniel had begged you to come to his next race, which happened to be in italy. you said yes, mostly for the gorgeous scenery in italy but if anyone else asked it was to see daniel and support him during the race.
daniel had ended up doing media with oscar on thursday, so both aussies walked in alongside each other while you managed to wrangle a seat in to watch. (you had promised the VCARB team that you would take notes of the media session and that had in turn convinced their media manager).
you hang back a little as you do not want to walk with oscar, just thinking about his stupid face makes you mad so god knows what would happen if daniel forced you both to talk to each other, which everyone knew that was one hundred percent something he would do, just bring bring some drama to the day.
both boys laugh as they make their way inside. oscar lets daniel go in first as the door is pretty narrow, which means you are left behind him. oscar pauses in the doorway as he hears your footsteps approaching.
"hey!" oscar turns to greet you. he always does this. he acts so nice and greets you any time he sees you around the paddock. it confused you to no end for the first month until you realise that oscar must be really fake. sometimes you wish you never overheard his conversation at all because you did really think, before all this happened, that you both could be very good friends.
you do not even acknowledge at the boy as you push past him. you very rarely entertained him. you refused to make a fool of yourself. once your inside you take a seat up the back and take your notebook out, ready to take notes.
you have no idea why daniel even asked you to come and watch, this was so boring. and the worst part was that you actually had to pay attention because you would for sure get a telling off at the very least by the teams media manager and you did not do well with that.
soon it was finished and the drivers head out before the media personnel. you pack your things up and stand up, ready to meet daniel for the usual media day routine, but oscar has other plans and gets to you before you even had the chance to think about avoiding him.
"can i speak to you?" he asks, a little hushed despite the bustle of the room. you look up surprised he was actually talking to you, you really thought that you had made it clear you did not want to speak to him. you hesitate, eyes unconsciously flitting over to daniel who just wiggles his brows back to you. so he was no help in getting you out of this.
"sure, make it quick." you sigh. your arms cross over each other, wanting to let oscar know that you really did not want to talk to him.
"in private?" the aussie tries again, eyes showing hints of desperation and maybe a little nerves? you were not too sure.
"okay, whatever will get this over with quicker." you reply, following him out the room, letting him lead you to what seemed like an empty hallway halfway across the paddock from where the interviews took place.
once oscar stops you stop behind him and lean up against the wall. oscar repositions himself to make sure he is standing in front of you, wanting to make sure he had your full attention for whatever he was going to do or say next.
"well? why did you drag me all the way across the paddock, oscar?" you press, clearly annoyed with him and you want it to show. oscar only huffs then takes a minute step closer to you. really, you would never have even noticed it if you were not staring at oscar. come to think of it why were you staring at him anyway? you have no time to dwell on it though because oscar is speaking.
"i'm tired of playing this game with you." oscar says, it is as clear as day but it was like he was speaking in riddles. were you supposed to know what he was talking about?
you scoff at him. "what? what game?".
"the one where we pretend we don't like each other." oscar frowns as he speaks and you come to find that you do not like it when he is doing anything but smiling. the unhappy expression does not suit him well.
"well you aren't very good at that game. you're always trying to talk to me." you retort and oscar takes another tiny step forwards, towards you again.
the space between you was still big enough to be considered friendly but you seen him move, twice. he wanted to be near you even when you were being horrible to him. the thought sent a shot of something, you cannot decipher what, through your spine.
oscar laughs. he literally laughs at your words. what is wrong with him, one minute he looks like he could start crying and the next he is laughing? you worry for his mental health for a second, maybe the stress from the races had finally tipped the most level-headed guy on the grid over the edge.
"don't know if you noticed but it's pretty hard to stay away from you." oscar is still smiling from his laughter. can he not just say something that does not confused you to end of the earth? what was it with him and wanting to confused the fuck out of you.
"we haven't had a proper conversation in two months.." you trail off. oscar smirks at you. "you been keeping count, honey?" he teases. it sadly works and bring a light flush of embarrassment to your face. how did call you out, why were you keeping track anyway?
"i could tell you didn't want to speak to me so i tried to stay away." oscar tells you, wide eyed and all pretty looking. it makes you mad a little.
"well.. well you called me annoying to logan, so!" you scramble for a reply because you do not really have a come back and do not know what, or even how, to reply to him. especially when he was getting sweet with his words. you are not good with affection. you would much rather avoid any type of romantic feeling towards anyone than fall head first into them.
"i didn't i said that it was annoying how pretty you were. if you're gonna eavesdrop then at least listen to the whole conversation." oscar is teasing you again. you had never seen this side of oscar before but honestly, you kind of liked it. you groan and oscar laughs.
"we'll take it slow, hm?" he mutters to you, like an after though as he takes that final step that has you both standing toe-to-toe. his hand comes up to hold you jaw in a gentle hold.
"how do you know that i even like you back?" you sass, wanting the upper hand back so desperately. oscar just hums and pulls you up ti meet his lips is a sweet kiss.
you have to pull away earlier than either of you would have liked because daniel's giggles could be heard from a mile away.
"knew it!" he shouts up the hallway to you. oscar's cheeks are matching the red on your own. he pulls your head into his chest as he laughs through the interruption.
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Foreign Language | Artūrs Šilovs
SUMMARY: A first meeting with a certain Latvian goalie, a surprise that leaves him thinking of you ... And an unexpected reunion thanks to injury. WARNINGS: So much fluff, poor Latvian language - if you're a Latvian native, please excuse me, I'm still learning. PAIRING: Artūrs Šilov & reader (f!reader implied). NOTES: This was the very first idea that I had, and it's been a brainrot ever since. This could very easily be a multi-part, because the brainrot is real. Okay so little Latvian lesson: 'sveiki' is an informal form of hello and 'piedodiet' is sorry. WORD COUNT: 2147 FIND PART TWO HERE
New job, new city — you were beyond excited to get started with your new life in Vancouver. It was a dream come true, a sports photographer for the Vancouver Sun. You’d be covering everything from soccer to basketball, and your personal favourite, ice hockey. It couldn’t have been better.
It had only been a few weeks and you were still pretty starstruck by the whole situation. The smile had rarely left your lips for everything felt so right. As you drove to the Abbotsford Centre, your music turned to loud as you sang along to your favourite song — life was good. And today promised to be another good day. You were helping to cover a story of the Vancouver prospects in Abbotsford and how they were developing within the AHL affiliate, while your partner would be interviewing players at the rink side and in changing rooms, you’d be snapping the shots of the training session.
It promised to be a lot easier than your usual days, training sessions were a lot more relaxed than game photography. Even with their game against playoff rivals looming, you knew it would be a calmer atmosphere than the alternative.
With the heavy camera bag upon your shoulders, digits scraped back your hair as you walked, tied back as you always did while working. Nodding across to your partner who stood waiting at the large rink doors, he held out a coffee to you, which you gratefully accepted with a quiet ‘thank you’. You two were close, like siblings — natural partners and you always delivered high tier work together.
“The boss wants some focus on the goalies, see what you can do, y/n.” He muttered as you walked, both sipping quietly at the hot liquid. From where you were, you could already hear the shouts of training, the crash of the puck against glass and the slapping of sticks upon the ice. It was a sound you knew and loved.
And as your partner pushed open the door, the bright lights of the rink lit everything up. You both moved quickly with a light tapping of both coffee cups in luck, your partner immediately gravitating to the head coach who lingered beside the boards, while you would weave onto the bench and begin your setup. Lens mounted onto the camera body, fixing your settings to this particular arena until you were happy with your picture. It was simply second nature now.
You stood beside the boards, camera switching from player to player with smooth motions as the camera clicked. Turning to each goalie, your camera would linger with the rhythmic clicking — you didn’t need to know all of the story, but a focus on the goalies was always a popular one. Players being called up to the NHL happened so regularly, it was hardly a story, but goalies? Now that got people ticking.
As the session progressed, you watched your partner question each player who came to the bench for water before they’d even had a chance to breathe. You would simply smile at each person, almost sympathetically, and do your job with the clicking of the camera.
Even as the young goalie skated over, angling toward the bench where you stood with a hand outstretched for a bottle, your lips presented a small smile as you waited for your partner to pounce. But as he was too wrapped up with Tolopilo, this goalie was left in silence … for a moment at least. You knew a little about him, of course. A young guy from Latvia, drafted a few years ago now, with a bit of a rocky start to the season. His eyes met yours as the blue and green mask was raised from his face, lips curled into a smile at the first glance.
You spoke without a second thought. It had been some years now since you ended things with your ex, but you’d spent a few years learning Latvian for them — it had been years since you had any reason to use it.
“Sveiki…”
Artūrs blinked. The smile on his lips disappeared as confusion was etched in its place. He’d been in Canada for a while now, with only the occasional passing player conversation to give him that little piece of home. He’d never expected this woman to come out with that.
“Sveiki.” The goalie quietly replied, leaning his weight forward upon the boards beside you. “You’re Latvian?”
You shook your head, a quiet laugh slipping through your lips as the camera lowered, your body turning to almost mirror his as you leaned upon the boards.
“I’m not Latvian, but my ex was. I learned some from when we were together.”
As you spoke, he watched you closely as the smile returned to his face. A smile that you couldn’t help but find contagious. He nodded slowly, thinking silently to himself before his blocker hand began to shake. The glove removed, his hand wiping upon his jersey before it was offered across to you with a grin.
“I’m Artūrs,” He spoke with a little more confidence, capturing your gaze beneath his dark eyes. They were easy to get lost in as you looked at him. “But this lot mostly call me Arty.”
“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Arty.” You hummed as your hand came to meet his, a slight look of amusing disgust at the sweaty hand of the goaltender. Needless to say it was enough to make the young goalie laugh.
Releasing his hand with a playful swat, you too would wipe your hand upon your jumper as he laughed. You couldn’t blame him, and you too found it funny, but a sweaty hand was not what you wanted.
“Piedodiet.” He spoke through the laughter, head cocking as he watched you. Your eyes narrowed playful in response to his apology.
“I’m not sure that I believe that you’re sorry.” You found yourself teasing in response, the camera growing heavy in your hands as it sat idle. If your partner looked over, it would look as though you were helping him with his job — but far from it. You were enjoying yourself, more than you realised at the time.
He gave no response, just the rising and falling of his brows. A cheeky grin at his lips as the hand returned the blocker, the bottle returned to it’s place on the boards.
“Will I see you around here more?” Arty called out as he took a few strides away from where you stood. He hoped, silently, that you’d say yes. That you’d be back to photograph and chat more. For whatever reason, he wasn’t quite sure yet, he wanted to see more of you.
It was your turn to stay silent, shrugging with shoulders and hands. You had no idea if your job would bring you back to the Abbotsford Centre, but you hoped that it would.
And as the training session came to end, your partner returned to you with a notepad full of notes and a voice recorder full to burst, you gave a lingering glance back to the goalie as he took his first steps from the ice, and met your eyes with a smile.
Months passed and you had often thought of the grinning Latvian goalie of the Abbotsford Canucks. Your job hadn’t taken you back to the little suburb of Vancouver, though you’d occasionally catch the games on TV. A little curiosity peaking as you’d remember the conversation with him — sometimes, you’d catch yourself smiling as you thought about it. You’d watch his games when you could and read the news in which he featured.
You couldn’t say that you missed him, you barely knew him, but you wanted to know him … You wanted to be able to miss him.
March rolled around, the end of the regular season was in sight and you’d taken the lead in photography coverage of the Vancouver Canucks for a while now — you’d become a regular at the Rogers Arena, and knew most of the faces of players, staff and partners. You’d even become friends with a number of the wives and girlfriends. You were a familiar face to all.
And you were one of the first on the scene, with your partner in tow, at the announcement of the press conference. Demko’s injury was the worst kept secret in the city, and you’d all been waiting for them to announce it. To know which lucky goalie was getting the call up from Abbotsford.
Journalists and photographers piled into the large room with whispers and nods of acknowledgement. Everyone waiting for Tocchet to make the announcement, and your heart skipped a little beat when he did … for the grinning goalie, Artūrs Šilovs would be taking up the role of back-up in Demko’s absence.
You wasted no time in getting down to the rink following the announcement, you knew that all the reporters would be clamouring for a word with the captain and the rookie goalie. As the flood of journalists began through the arena, the players were already leaving the ice with only the two goalies remaining with Clarkie. Many left to find the captain and coaches, while a few photographers, yourself included, would snap what shots they could of the two goaltenders.
Your stomach did a spin to see him again, the grin seemingly stuck with glue upon your lips — it had been months, surely he wouldn’t not remember you, you thought. But as his eyes glanced across to the wall of photographers, his gaze did linger upon you. Beneath his mask, he did grin. He’d spent months hoping to see you in Abbotsford, at his training or his game. It was a bitter disappointment when another photographer had been sent down in your place.
And as the nod was given for both goalies to leave the ice, little else mattered to him than making a beeline to you.
“Sveiki.” Arty immediately said as the helmet was raised, drifting on his skates just in front of you. Your smile spread instantly, quietly returning the hello with a hum. “I need to change, but please don’t run off.”
With a curious look etched upon your features, you silently nodded. It was the end of your working day anyway, you needed to sort through the photos of the day, but you could do that while you waited.
So sat upon a chair in the stands, laptop open and photos running through, you edited and submitted your best to your partner who would return to the office to write his piece. Gaze would snap up at the first sound of movement up the steps, it was strange to see him out of his goalie gear and in normal, casual clothing. A pair of jeans, a jumper, and glasses? There was something unexpected about that, but they suited him well. You liked the glasses' look.
“You didn’t come down to Abbotsford again.” He quietly said, the disappointment clear in his voice and on his face. And you felt the sting — but you also felt the twist in your stomach of excitement … he’d wanted to see you again, he’d thought about you.
“They moved me solely to these guys. I’m barely away from this rink now, Arty.” You sighed, hand closing the laptop which rested in your lap. You’d hold it there, fiddling with the corner as you thought. “I watched some of your games from home. I should’ve come down for one or two … to watch.”
“Do you want to go for a coffee, y/n?” Artūrs interjected, impatiently and abruptly. It was almost like he had to get it out before he could stop himself, and he was noticeably nervous as he waited for an answer.
You took a moment, watching him fiddle with the hem of his jumper as he waited — yet his smile never wavered. It was stuck, just as yours was.
“I’d like that.” You finally spoke, returning the laptop to your bag without breaking eye contact. The weight in his chest lifted immediately, a heavy exhale parting his lips as he nodded. You rose with a struggle, the camera bag always seeming to be heavier in that first moment, and Arty was quick to assist. His hand offered out, collecting the strap from your hand as it was slung onto his back with ease.
You walked from the arena together, both grinning wide with occasional glances at the other. A comfortable silence between you, it was simply a nice feeling to walk at each other’s side.
“Es priecājos jūs atkal redzēt.” He finally spoke, breaking the silence with words you didn’t quite know. Your Latvian limited to basic phrases that you learned to speak to your ex’s family during the holidays.
“What does that mean?” You whispered, leaning a little closer.
“I’m glad to see you again.”
And your heart skipped a little beat.
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Imagine when Itoshi Sae realizes things a little far too late.
Imagine Itoshi Sae wondering when it all started? Messages rarely received, calls barely make it through the night, the way you look so distracted when the two of you were in a video call, the fewer parcels he received. The way you look distracted and sometimes even out of it when he was in a phone call with you talking about whatever stuff he rant about.
"I'm sorry Sae, can we call things off tonight? I'm pretty tired from work." You spoke with an apologetic gaze over the scene. "Huh? Oh, yeah sure." "Thank you, then I'm hanging up then, Sae." The call ended just like that.
Imagine the way he starts wondering, when did it start? The lesser time the two of you had for each other. When the two of you started your relationship, both of you almost could not live without a single text or phone call per hour. It's been three days since he last saw your face over the phone, nine hours since you might have accidentally put him on ready. Were you that busy?
9:46 p.m
Sae: You good in there?
Sae: You left me on read, so I'm just checking up on you. Did something happen?
11:42 p.m
You: Sorry, something came up and I have to work overtime at the company.
You: It's lunchtime out there, right? Make sure to eat properly, I'm going to sleep now.
Imagine him wondering when you started looking like that? When did you start looking so dull even when talking about all your favorite, the things and stuff you love, you both love. And when was even the last time you've watched him play?
"I'm sorry, Sae, what were you talking about again? I didn't quite hear it." For the first time in this fifteen minutes video call, you finally spoke first words after telling him talk, well more like spoke things you can't seem to understand nowadays. Not that you really can not, but nowadays, it seems like... It feels strange.
"I was talking about our next game next week in there, at 27th, I was wondering if you could make it-?" It sounded desperate, as if he was looking forward for you to come. Maybe he was. He have not seen you in person for a while now. "27th? Oh God Sae, I have an important board meeting that day, I'm sorry I wouldn't able to come..." Strange enough, it scares him how despite your voice sounds genuinely disappointed of the unexpected circumstances were, you look rather unbothered.
Imagine as he was looking forward to seeing you again once he got back into his home country. There, you were usually greeting him with a smile on your face. But now, it wonders him when did you started looking at him with such dull eyes and a rather forced smile on your lips.
"Is everything okay? You look.." like you don't want to be with him right now. Uncomfortable. "Huh? Ye.. Everything is alright right now. You're here now." Why do you look like you're trying to convince yourself right now? Did you even realize you did not even try to go for a hug like you usually does the moment you see him at the airport?
Imagine Itoshi Sae wondering where it all went wrong as he watched you pack your things as he stood there at the door right after you told him, "Things aren't working anymore between the two of us that's why... We should take a break."
Imagine as he sat down on the sofa at the spacious living room, he turned on the television to at least bring noise into the silent room. Only to find your favorite slow playing that sent a pang on his chest. He did not even dare turn it off. He just stood up and went into the kitchen when he found a still hot meal at the table, a note left right beside it.
Do not misunderstand, I still love you. Heavens, God I do Sae. I love you very much, but I can no longer do this alone. You know what I'm talking about Sae. I can't be in this all alone when it should be the two of us together. I'm sorry. I really do, but I really can't do this anymore. I hope you don't starve yourself, not tonight, not tomorrow, and the following day. Please do take care of yourself, I hate to see you neglecting yourself.
- (First name)(Lastname)
Imagine the way he scoffs and rolls his eyes, the note slowly crumple in his palm. But then, eventually, he let out a sigh and sat down the seat right in front of the meal left on the table. He doesn't have an appetite. And yet, as his shaking hands picked up the cutlery on the table, as he piece by piece ate the meal on the table. A single tear falls down, followed by another.
Imagine, the more he thinks about it. The more he realizes, he was the one to blame for all of this. It was never you. It was him all along, was it not?
"So the thing was, one of my coworkers-" "I'm sorry, can we talk about this next time? I'm really tired, we just finished a game and.." "Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't inform me you have a game today, I could have watched." "Hmm. Yeah, I forgot." Then he groan, "Sorry, I'm really tired I'm hanging up." "Okay dear, I love y-" Call ended.
yesterday, 8:47 p.m
You: Jgh, what about you?
You: Oh wait it's probably around lunch in there, have a nice day, dear. Please do eat a proper meal. :)
yesterday, 9:30 p.m
You: Dear?
You: You left me on read, is everything alright in there?
You: I hope you're alright.
yesterday, 10:28 p.m
You: Sae?
You: I know you're busy, but can you at least tell me if you're doing well in there?
yesterday, 11:47 p.m
You: I'm sorry if I'm bothering you right now, but I'm worried.
today, 3:24 a.m
You: I just contacted your manager, idk why I haven't done that in the first place, but at least I can now sleep knowing you're just knocked out after practice. I'm going to sleep now, I'm sorry for the spam messages, I love you. :)
"I didn't know you had a game today." You spoke over the phone. "Huh? I didn't tell you?" "You didn't." There was a bitter smile on your face. "Sorry, I must have forgotten about it. It's nothing important, after all." "Nothing important, you say.." "What was that?" "Nothing dear." You laugh. "When will your next game be? It's been a while since I've watch you on the field." "Oh that? I'm not sure." There was a few moments of silence after that. "(First name)?" "Yes dear?" "I got to go." "Alright, take care, I lov-" Call ended.
"You see, I've seen this great place for couples and newlyweds for a perfect vacation-" "Can't we just stay home?" "But dear, we've talked about this-" "It's been a while since I've been given a vacation, can we just.. Can't we just stay at home?" Frustrated, he didn't even look at you, nor was he able to pick up the hits you've been giving him, even the way you were caressing the empty spot on your ring finger, and lastly, the crestfallen look on your face that was quickly replaced by a fake smile. "... Alright, let's do that."
Imagine the way it was all coming back to him at that very moment. The way he just sat there, eating and crying, he could not even utter a word nor let out a sound of pain. Because he deserves it, he deserves every bit of pain he was feeling right now for taking you for granted and realizing it, a little too late. You have already left, and right now, all he could do was wait. Wait for you to come back, even if you might never wish to do so.
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#the thing is#i got carried away again d@ng it#blue lock imagines#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock angst#blue lock fanfic#blue lock sae#blue lock itoshi sae#itoshi sae#sae itoshi x reader#blue lock sae itoshi#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi sae angst#bllk imagines#bllk x reader#bllk angst#bllk itoshi sae#idk what im doing honestly#i was just brainstorm and boom
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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒
𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧
— NSFW, MDNI. being in love with soul ♡
warnings: not proofread, odd amount of minecraft references, implied that they met underage but all physical activity happens when both are adults, idol!soul, gender neutral for the most part
nsfw: fem-body in mind but can be read as gn (imo) mild voyeurism, some roughness, overall pretty tame
a/n: i wrote this while doing a harry potter marathon so it's not the best 😭 might make it a series tbh, one movie = one being in love with [piwon]. joking, mostly. work has been ass this week ngl and i work again tmrw buttttttt i will be able to dedicate at least 5hrs to delusion after i pick up some conditioner 🫶 who knows maybe i'll lock in and get it done by the 1st (i probably won't)
1. first meetings
soul is the type of person who would be your friend first. one of your very best friends, actually. if you aren't childhood friends, you would be someone he met by chance. at a store, cafe, a park. no matter what, you would be the one to approach him. striking up a conversation about an interest you both share. soul would take a liking to you immediately, opening up gradually, meeting you as often as his schedule allows. he would eventually have to introduce you to the members, and start bringing you over to the dorm. he's getting recognized. going out was becoming a chore for both of you. besides, you've been friends for a while, it's only natural the next step is hanging out in each other's personal space.
after years of your bond, soul finds both of you in his bed after a long day of practice. he wasn't sure what was up wirh you. normally, you wouldn't insist on seeing him after practice. you knew he was tired. for an hour, you'd been clinging to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck. he didn't need words from you. yet, anyways. he just needed to know you're okay. "my treasure," he whispers, "what's wrong?"
your fingers tighten their hold on his shirt. those soft eyes of his, they melt you. "i just had a bad day."
mhmmmm. soul's hand finds itself pressed against your lower back, pulling you onto his lap with ease. "what else?"
"i love you, that's what else." you see soul's expression twitch ever so slightly, brows furrowing before he evens his gaze with your teary one, "i love you too."
2. commitment
life with soul is bliss. he's an extremely attentive lover. he already knows you inside out, and like everyone you change; he changes with you. he blossoms with you. soul loves you so much, he becomes the best version of himself. he doesn't even mean to. all he knows is that you know perfectly how to soothe his fears, how to celebrate with him, how to make him feel loved. he will never ask for more. he's the kind of boyfriend who brings you things that remind him of you. he makes a minecraft realm just for the two of you, where he fills up a whole book telling you how he loves you more than he's afraid of losing you.
soul has a possessive side to him. he rarely shows it around you, but sometimes you notice. when jongseob is making you laugh just a little too hard. or when you're alone with him in their shared room. if he could, sometimes soul thinks he would bite down on you and claim you forever. but then your eyes light up when you see him. you're encasing him in a hug so tight, so intimate, he forgets all about the possessiveness he felt.
date ideas are split evenly between the two of you. whether it's a movie marathon, a quick little errand turned exploring all the shops, a nice dinner date, playing video games for hours on end... you two come up with your own ideas of fun, and share them. but he never ever lets you pay. he will hold your hand so you can't get your card. trying to pay with cash? he's already tapped his card. oh you tried to be sneaky and pay for dinner by giving the server your card? he gave the hostess his the second you walked in. seriously. he's not huge on princess treatment, or gender roles, but he firmly believes you shouldn't have to pay for anything. except in minecraft. he will go halfsies with you when trading with villagers.
2. intimacy
always, always, always is touching you in some way. holding hands, arms wrapped around you, hand on your side. he is casually touching you no matter where you are. while he used to be shy about kissing you around the members, he'll kiss your forehead, cheek, and nose around them. kissing your lips is saved for when you two are alone because...
every kiss turns into a makeout session. no matter how innocent. you'll give him a soft peck, and before you know it his tongue is slipping past your lips, licking against your own. honestly, he doesn't even always wait until you're completely alone. jongseob does have noise cancelling headphones on, at least.
speaking of jongseob: your lovely boyfriend always seems to be more passionate with you when he's in the bed just across from you two. it's that possessiveness he hides from you. he wants to bite you so hard you bleed, so no one will ever look at you again. but he doesn't want to hurt you. so instead he settles for stretching you open with his fingers while his best friend is in the room. you would think he'd be quiet and leave him out of it, but his dirty talk makes it seem like he wants you to moan a little too loud. "quiet, baby. unless you want him to hear? want him to see how good i ruin you? how i pleasure you? you know he can't see you cum, baby, that's only for me to see."
but aside from that little fantasy of his. no matter how rough soul is with you, he's always making love to you. even when he's thrusting into you so hard the bed is shaking and your knees are pressed up next to your chest, he's still looking at you with his puppy eyes, making you feel so good. and if he finishes too early, you bet he's using his mouth to finish you off, even if it means eating some of his own cum. usually he's ready to go again by the time you cum anyways. he has endless stamina.
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Replay - Part 2
Requested By: @f4gg0t-4-0b3y-m3
Word Count: 6,451
Oneshot
Please read Part 1 first so that this story makes sense!
Summary: Secrets can only be kept for so long. What happens when everyone finds out that their death may be looming. Obey Me! Demons Brothers & Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon. Briefly includes: Luke, Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael.
You smiled at Barbatos as he handed you another drink, taking your old one. “Thank you,” you told him sincerely before returning your attention to the conversation you were having with Solomon and Asmo.
They were arguing over something mundane, but with how passionately they were speaking to one another, you would think it was a life-or-death situation - as if the ground would open up and swallow whoever turned out to be wrong in the conversation.
You took a look around the expansive living room of the House of Lamentation and a small smile graced your lips as you looked at everyone you loved.
The demon brothers had wanted to throw a small gathering and asked those closest to them to attend. You were surprised at the amount of work they put into the party and you were glad that they had limited the guests to those you knew. You wanted to spend as much time as possible with them before things started to go awry.
Lucifer and Diavolo were on one side of the room, talking happily with one another as they drank Demonus. For once, they both truly looked relaxed.
Luke and Beel had been in the kitchen but now they seemed to be in a small argument. Apparently, Beel had eaten the entire cake that Luke had baked for this special event and now no one else could enjoy it.
Raphael and Simeon had been discussing things with each other while Simeon tried to help mediate Luke’s argument with the Avatar of Gluttony.
Satan was sitting on one of the couches, reading a book. He didn’t think it was rude because he was surprisingly good at being able to read while also listening to everyone’s conversations.
He also wouldn’t be able to move even if he wanted to because Belphie was lying on top of him. It was rare for Belphie to use one of his brothers as a pillow instead of you, but since Satan had been the only one sitting, he took advantage of the opportunity.
Levi was playing one of his handheld games and managed to catch Thirteen’s attention. Supposedly the game had a ton of traps in it and Thirteen was taking notes as her head filled with ideas of her own traps that she could create.
Even Mephisto had showed up to the party. Though, you noticed he was mostly walking around and taking a look at the decor, trying to find something to point out to Lucifer in a disgraceful way. Luckily, Barbatos helped make the house spotless before everyone’s arrival so he was unable to find anything.
The only one who was unaccounted for was Mammon. But you expected that to happen. You knew that he would probably be using the party as a cover to scour through his brothers’ bedrooms looking for something to sell.
Asmo and Solomon had finally changed subjects and you excused yourself from the conversation. You moved to the kitchen to help Barbatos with passing out the snacks.
“You know, you’re supposed to be a guest at the party as well,” you told Barbatos, coming up behind him. He was slightly surprised by your sudden appearance but regained his composure quickly.
“I’m much better at helping host the party than partaking in it,” he replied, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. It was one of understanding.
You knew that Barbatos was aware of the secret you were holding. It was impossible to keep anything from him. But he didn’t bring it up. He didn’t need to. If he really wanted answers he could easily find them himself. Still, it was a bit comforting to know that at least one person knew the truth.
“So, what still needs to be done in here?” you asked, changing the subject. Barbatos paused for a moment before giving you instructions on how to properly organize the snack platters.
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Mammon had indeed used the cover of the party to try and snoop through his brothers’ belongings. But he was striking out left and right. It was like he had already sold everything of value!
Slightly disheartened, Mammon made his way to your room. He was usually against stealing from you of all people, but he was desperate. He wouldn’t steal anything really important to you though and he would make sure he replaced whatever he stole before you noticed it was gone!
Mammon rummaged through your closet and finally found a locket of some sort. It looked strangely familiar, but he didn’t think anything of it. He continued looking and stumbled upon a picture. It was a picture of you and everyone else standing in front of a well-known human world destination.
But - you had never taken a trip up to the human world with everyone before. Mammon had only been up there once with you and it was to help with Satan and Lucifer’s body-swapping mishap. He certainly would remember if you had all gone up there together.
Mammon felt like his head was spinning as a hundred questions raced through his mind. He didn’t understand what this picture meant; but, he felt like he had to tell Lucifer. So, that’s exactly what he did next.
Mammon raced to the living room noticing the lack of your presence. The others gave him concerned looks at his appearance but Mammon made a beeline to Lucifer and Diavolo.
“Lucifer, we need to talk,” Mammon told his brother and the unusually serious tone in Mammon’s voice worried the eldest. “Is everything alright?” Diavolo questioned, also picking up on his tone.
The others had managed to gather around the three of them, noticing the situation's intensity. “Where’s Y/N?” Mammon asked, not wanting to speak about it in front of you. “With Barbatos in the kitchen,” Solomon replied.
“What’s going on?” Satan questioned as well, joining the group. Even Belphie had woken up. Mammon let out a sigh before explaining, “I was snooping through everyone’s room lookin’ for something to sell-”
“What?” Asmo asked harshly. “Mammon,” Lucifer said, a little too loudly. “Look that’s not important right now! I was goin’ through Y/N’s stuff and I found this picture,” Mammon continued, holding the picture up for everyone to see.
Everyone’s expression turned to one of confusion as they looked at the image. The same thoughts ran through their mind - they had never taken a trip with you up to the human world.
“How do they have a picture of something that never happened?” Levi questioned. “Magic?” Beel suggested but Solomon shook his head. “I’m not sensing any,” he replied.
Lucifer took the picture in his hand and examined it carefully. It felt like he had been there before but he was positive he hadn’t. Not with you and certainly not with everyone else who was in that picture.
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“Okay, we brought snacks!” you said joyfully as you entered the living room once more with Barbatos, both of you holding snack trays. You stopped in your tracks though when you saw everyone huddled in a group together, looking at you with a panicked look in their eyes.
“What’s going on?” you asked, your expression falling. Lucifer was the one who stepped up. He didn’t have a logical explanation for the picture and although he was positive you wouldn’t hurt anyone, the recent evidence made him falter. He was the big brother so he believed it was his responsibility to bring it up to you.
“What is this?” he asked, holding up the picture so that you could see it. He had a neutral look on his face - almost cold. As if he was desperate to not show any emotion as he spoke to you.
You looked at the picture in his hand and your heart skipped a beat. How did he-.Your question was immediately answered when you saw the guilty look on Mammon’s face.
You had been so careful not to let your secret slip. You had done everything you could to protect them from the painful future that awaited them and it was all ruined because of a simple picture you had kept to make yourself feel better.
“Y/N, we’re not angry. Please, just explain,” Diavolo added, giving you a warm smile. Everyone’s eyes were now on you as they awaited an explanation. It was an overwhelming feeling.
You looked to Barbatos who was standing next to you and silently asked him what to do. He gave you a simple nod. One that no one would think twice of yet it gave you all the answers you needed. It was time to come clean.
You sat the snack tray down and didn’t pay attention to the way it practically disappeared into Beel’s arms. He was stress eating.
You let out a small sigh before stating, “That picture isn’t from this timeline.” You waited for them to process the first bit of information, gauging their expressions. You were mostly met with furrowed eyebrows as everyone felt lost.
“What do you mean?” Satan questioned. His gaze wasn’t hard, but one of curiosity. He was simply trying to understand what you were telling him. Just like everyone else.
Barbatos once again gave you a look, encouraging you to continue speaking. Your secret wasn’t doing anyone any good at this point.
“I’ve met you all before,” you continued to speak, a sense of relief washing over you as the burden you had been carrying around for a long time was finally starting to lift off your shoulders.
“I think I would have remembered that,” Belphie replied. You were a pivotal moment for him. You were the one who completely turned his opinion of humans around.
“Why do you think I knew when and how you were going to attack me, Belphie?” you asked and Belphie’s confusion grew. “The first time we met, you killed me in the same way you tried not too long ago. Barbatos brought me back,” you explained.
Belphie was speechless at your words. Did he kill you? Sure, he had tried to when he first escaped from the attic. But you dodged his attacks; and, he was so thankful that you did. He couldn’t imagine a world without you. Yet here you were telling him that he had actually killed you at some point.
Everyone’s eyes gravitated towards Barbatos as if asking him to confirm if what you said was true. He knew it was. He had seen it when he explored for answers about the past after learning your secret. And the look on his face told everyone else what they needed to know.
It explained how you knew so much about them. All of the happy coincidences and educated guesses were really just your life experiences making themselves known.
You noticed that Beel had finished the entire snack tray at this point and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile.
“Why exactly are you here? Did you somehow switch timelines?” Solomon asked. He had his questions about you; but, now that he was finally finding the answers, he wasn’t sure he wanted them.
“Not exactly,” you replied, trying to figure out which words to say to explain things the best you could. You didn’t even entirely know how these things worked.
“It’s more like I restarted the timeline,” you answered finally, looking to Barbatos who agreed with your explanation. It was the simplest way to explain things.
“Restarted it?” Mammon asked, doing his best to keep up with things. Was that why you always seemed so familiar to him - even before he came to really know you?
“Something terrible happens and…,” you trailed off but the pain was evident on your face.
“Everyone dies,” Thirteen finished for you. She may not have known that the two of you had met before but as a reaper, she could always tell when someone was talking about death.
The air had gotten much more tense as the attention was once again turned to you. You felt the pain of watching everyone you loved die all over again and a tear slipped down your cheek. They were waiting for you to tell them it wasn’t true but you simply replied with, “Yes.”
“How many times have you restarted the timeline?” Simeon questioned. Surely he wouldn’t forget you more than once.
Another tear escaped as you answered. “I’m not sure - a few times,” you stated and the tension only grew thicker at your response.
Everyone had different reactions to the news, and you didn’t blame them. It was a lot to process.
Lucifer was at a loss for words. He had taken the longest out of his brothers to fall for your charms, but he did fall nonetheless. He felt lied to. Why had you kept this a secret from him? Especially when both his brothers and Diavolo’s safety were at risk.
Mammon was a mix of confused and sympathetic. Why didn’t you tell him from the start? Did you not trust him? Still, you were looking so sad, and Mammon couldn’t bear to see his human looking like that.
Levi was a tad bit jealous. But, could you blame him? He was the Avatar of Envy. And you had entrusted Barbatos with your secret over him - your true friend! Though he supposed he could look past the indiscretion. Barbatos had a way.
Satan could feel the all too familiar feeling of rage building up inside of him. Was he mad at himself though or you? He had noticed the unexplainable coincidences and yet had done nothing about them. At the same time, you could have said something to him. He would have helped.
Asmo was worried about you. You looked so distressed and the tears falling down your cheeks made him want to cry his own tears. He wanted to tell you everything would be okay, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was the truth.
Beel was concerned all around. As the protector of the family, he couldn’t bear to lose another member of his family. He wanted answers. But, you were also a member of that family as well. And seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks, all he wanted to do was hug you.
Belphie was angry. This is why you don’t trust humans - they’re all liars. No. He didn’t actually believe that. He was just lashing out. You had kept a secret from them, yes, but he could see how much you cared about them from the look in your eyes.
Diavolo felt somewhat numb at the news. If everyone around him truly did die then as the future King of the Devildom, he was in the same boat as you. He would lose everything. He wasn’t sure why you had kept this from him but he was determined to prevent the tragedy you spoke of from happening.
Barbatos like Asmo, was worried about you. He understood how painful it must have been to tell the others what had truly transpired, especially because it brought back painful memories for you. With Diavolo’s permission, he would search all of the timelines to find a way to fix everything.
Solomon was somewhat relieved to learn the truth about you. But your reasons for keeping a secret from them were far more devastating than he had anticipated. He’ll search his grimoires to find a way to prevent the future you had seen from happening again.
Simeon had known there had been something different about you, but he never expected it to be something like this. Humans weren’t meant to go through such experiences, and as such he can’t help but feel sorrow for you. You were so pure and innocent - you didn’t deserve to go through this.
Luke was trying to understand the situation at hand. He was only a young angel and this was a lot for him to handle. You were such a pure and innocent person, how had you been hiding this secret? On that note - were he and Simeon really going to die? He couldn’t handle the thought of losing either you or Simeon.
Thirteen didn’t know how she hadn’t picked up on this already. It was her job as a reaper to know when someone had died, so how did she miss the fact that everyone around her had not only died once but multiple times?
Mephisto had a duty to Diavolo. If you were telling the truth, then that meant that Diavolo had died. He couldn’t imagine that happening. His family had a long history of serving the Royal family. He didn’t care about the costs - he would ensure Diavolo’s safety.
Raphael was torn between staying and reporting to Michael. He felt as though this was news that Michael should know. But, at the same time, maybe he could wait. Just for a bit. Just long enough to help figure out how to keep everyone alive.
Once they got past their initial reactions, everyone could see how broken up you were over the events that had taken place. They knew deep down that you had only been trying to protect them, even if they didn’t agree with you keeping a secret from them.
Diavolo was the first to approach you, gently wiping a tear from your eyes. “Y/N, please, tell me what happens,” he pleaded. He needed to know so that he could figure out how to stop it.
So, you explained everything in detail about the rise and fall of the Devildom. You told them how everyone died and what you had already done to try and prevent it. It was a long conversation but a necessary one.
This was a method you hadn’t tried before. The first time it happened, nobody knew it was coming so it couldn’t be stopped. And the times after that, you had tried so hard to protect them from knowing the inevitable that you didn’t include anyone in the decision-making.
But, now that everyone was brainstorming, you could see that this was what you were missing. The key to surviving was the love everyone had for each other. You didn’t need to solve the whole piece of the puzzle. You just needed the help of the ones you cared about to solve the puzzle bit by bit. Sixteen people having 7% of the solution was more than enough to solve the problem 100%.
Everyone contributed an insight that no one else thought of to help work around the problem. And in the end, you were left feeling confident that the cycle would finally break. You would finally save them.
But there was still a chance - a chance that things didn’t go your way. And on that off chance, no one wanted any regrets. And one person in particular wanted to spend the night with you, in case they didn’t have the occasion to do so later.
Lucifer usually remained so composed. He didn’t want anyone else to know the thoughts that were running through his head. But when he found out that his time with you may be limited, his composure faltered.
For a moment, he didn’t care if others knew the emotions he was feeling. He didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to spend the night with you. The opportunity to confess the emotions that you made him feel.
He had whisked you away to his bedroom to have some alone time with you and at first, the only thing he could do was admire you. You looked so perfect all of the time.
You gently cupped his cheek with one of your hands and he leaned into the touch, looking into your eyes that were filled with so much love for the man before you.
“Tell me that tonight isn’t the last time we’ll see each other,” Lucifer stated, his eyes full of sadness. For once, his poise was crumbling in front of you and he didn’t care one bit.
He would remain forever vulnerable in front of you if it meant he didn’t have to lose you.
“We’ll get through this,” you replied, sitting down next to him. You were the only one who got to see this side of him and you appreciated it every single time.
You knew that no matter how cold Lucifer acted he had a genuine side to him. A side that cared more than he let on.
Lucifer gently tilted your head up so that the two of you made eye contact and then he gently placed his lips on yours. He wouldn’t lose you without knowing what this felt like.
You immediately responded to the kiss, pulling him closer. It didn’t matter how many times you had been through this storyline, kissing Lucifer always felt unreal.
Lucifer pulled you on top of him and you let him guide you to where he wanted you. There was no guarantee that the plan would work and you weren’t going to waste what time you had with Lucifer.
Mammon was a bit possessive when it came to you. So when he found out he may not have enough time with you, he immediately stole you away from the others.
You were his human and that phrase went layers beyond what you could even comprehend.
You were sitting with Mammon for a bit, the two of you staring at each other and not knowing what to say.
He was torn between letting go of the tsundere act he put on and remaining strong.
He had so much love in his heart for you and he couldn’t imagine dying without giving you at least some of it.
He was in an exhausting inner turmoil and after a moment, he finally let his head fall in defeat, his forehead resting against yours.
“I don’t want to lose ya’,” he admitted, barely above a whisper. But you had heard it and it had broken your heart. Because you had lost him multiple times now.
You closed your eyes as you tried not to fall apart. “You won’t,” you promised him as you gently placed your lips on his.
You didn’t know if it was the truth, and you didn’t care. You would restart the timeline a hundred times if it meant coming back to Mammon.
Mammon immediately leaned into the kiss, relishing in the way your lips felt. It was just like he imagined since the moment he saw you.
He pulled you so that you were straddling him and when you moved back for a breath of air, he looked into your eyes.
Eyes that he would commit to his memory. It didn’t matter if he died and the timeline restarted, he knew that the two of you would always find your way back to each other.
Levi was going to die and he couldn’t process the information. He had faith that Lucifer would do everything in his power to protect him. But what if he failed - what if he died?
Levi was a shy person, but the idea of dying could give someone all of the confidence in the world.
You were the only person to get Levi to come out of his room. The only one who managed to convince him that he was so much more than a “yucky otaku.”
And he admired you every day for it. He wanted to admire you every day for it. But his days were possibly limited and the thought scared Levi.
He wasn’t good at being pressured into intimate moments, but at the same time, he couldn’t lose you without ever having you.
He had taken you to his room and you were staring at him with big eyes, waiting for him to speak.
“You’re my player two,” Levi stated and your face fell slightly. You knew that you were Levi’s player two. That much was obvious.
It had meant more to him in his mind. He had a message that he wanted to convey to you, he just wasn’t sure how to get it across.
Levi saw the disheartened look on your face and tried to change his approach. “I mean, there’s no one else I would want as my player two,” Levi reiterated and you still looked at him with a blank expression.
This was going to be harder than Levi thought.
He began to panic slightly as he tried to figure out what to say next. He couldn’t just tell you his feelings outright. That would be asking for humiliation.
You placed your lips on Levi’s and his body immediately went into shock. He wasn’t sure how to react.
When you pulled away, you gave Levi a smile before telling him, “You’ll always be my player two.”
Levi had never felt such a strong love in his life.
Satan was a hopeless romantic and he truly believed that he had finally found his partner in crime.
So when he learned that his death may be coming up sooner than he realized, he was devastated. There were so many things he wanted to do with you - so many ways he wanted to court you, just like the characters in his books would do.
But he didn’t have a month to plan your first date, for all he knew, he would be dead in that time. So, he had to express his feelings to you now.
He had taken you away from the others before anyone could even say anything. He needed to spend what little time he may have left with you.
He held you close to him as you sat in his lap. The two of you were in his room, reading a book, and he swore he couldn’t ask for a more perfect evening.
Except his thoughts of you were completely overtaking his mind, preoccupying him from getting any actual reading done.
You felt so warm in his arms and Satan had wished he had asked you to do this sooner. If he had known the way he would have felt about you, he wouldn’t have wasted a single moment.
You had changed so many things in his life, and all he wanted was the opportunity to show you how much you meant to him.
He looked down at you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead causing you to look up at him.
His green eyes shone brightly as they met yours and he placed another kiss on your lips before telling you, “Our story doesn’t end here.”
You looked up at him with loving eyes as you placed another kiss on his lips. You knew his words were true.
It didn’t matter how many times you had to restart, you and Satan always came to this point.
He was your love story and you were his.
It didn’t matter if it was the first time meeting him or the fourth time meeting him. Asmo had always been one of the most accepting of you.
He was immediately drawn to you because of how attractive you were and when he got to know you, he was a goner.
It made sense that Asmo would want to spend the night with you. He was willing to take things slow and give you the space that you needed.
He didn’t want to push you or pressure you because he wanted you to fall for him just as deeply as he had fallen for you.
But he didn’t want to leave the world without telling you how much he loved you.
Not in the way he claimed to love others; but, in a way that was unique to you. An emotion that only you brought out in him.
He couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes as he held you close. This couldn’t be it.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Asmo confessed, gently running his hands over your back.
He had only ever wanted a love that was true. A love that didn’t depend on him being the Avatar of Lust. You were that love for him.
You moved away slightly, only to pull Asmo into a kiss. Your hands ran through his hair as you pulled him closer. He meant so much more to you than his sin. So much more than the act that he put on for others.
And you wanted to convey every bit of that emotion through the kiss that you gave him.
Asmo leaned into your touch, never wanting to separate.
When you finally did pull away to breathe, Asmo saw the look in your eyes and he knew that your feelings for him were real.
You loved him unconditionally and that would never change.
Beel’s greatest love was food. At least, that’s what he thought until he met you.
You were a surprise to Beel. He had never expected to feel so strongly about a human. But you weren’t just an ordinary human and he knew that from the start.
You meant so much to him and he especially felt that way now when you were in his arms.
He had taken you to the room he shared with Belphie and was just sitting on the bed, engulfing you in a large hug.
It was something he had always wanted to do with you but he had never asked. Now, everything was different though.
The idea of the two of you losing each other hurt him and he didn’t want to think about it.
He just wanted to spend the night holding you, hoping his actions conveyed the words that he didn’t know how to say.
You hugged him back just as tightly already knowing the message he was hoping to get across.
Beel had always been everyone’s protector, but he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the job. He was scared that he would lose his life before he was able to protect his brothers.
You gently stroked his hair as he thought about Lilith. He didn’t want to lose anyone else he loved. You were on that list - just in a different way.
Beel looked into your eyes intimately before telling you, “I’ll always protect you.” You believed him. You knew it was what he cared about most.
But, in all honesty, you were more worried about him protecting himself. You and him had so much more to give in your relationship. You didn’t want to lose him again.
You gently placed a kiss on Beel’s lips. You trusted him completely and you hoped he knew that.
After that kiss, it was hard to deny the feelings the two of you had for each other. Beel just hoped he’d have the chance to expand on them.
The second Belphie found out about the secret you were holding, he was in distress. He knew that humans' lifespans were short, but still, he thought he would have more time with you.
More time to make up for him trying to attack you. He still dreamt about it. He had nightmares about you hating him because of it.
And now that he found out he had actually killed you at some point, he needed twice the amount of time.
He had so many things to apologize for - so many things to tell you. But with his now possibly limited time, he didn’t know where to start.
He had taken you up to the attic to hold you in the bed, but as he lay there he couldn’t help but feel unworthy. Unworthy of your love.
He had hurt you - he had killed you - and yet he wanted to be selfish with you. He wanted to hold you until he couldn’t hold you anymore.
He looked up at you and hugged you even tighter. You would never know how much you meant to him. How much you had changed his entire outlook on life.
For once, he truly understood the pain his sister had been in. Lilith had fallen in love with a human and Belphie caught her crying one night because she knew that a human’s life was exceptionally shorter than an angel’s or a demon’s.
But it seems it wasn’t the human’s life that was at risk here. He would die a hundred times over to ensure your safety. But, at the end of the day, no matter which of you died, the two of you would be separated and Belphie hated the idea of that.
“I’ll never forget you again,” Belphie promised and a tear escaped your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.
You wanted it to be true. You prayed it would be true. But only time would tell if it actually would be.
You were only a human, yet you had managed to change Diavolo’s entire perspective.
Before he met you, his only obligation was to the throne. He had to do anything and everything he could to ensure others would support him when he took over.
But, knowing that he may die at any moment, he couldn’t help but wonder what the point of it all was.
He had maintained his professional stance and had denied his feelings for you in favor of being a good ruler. But if he was going to lose his life, he didn’t want to lose it in denial.
He took you back to the castle, gently pulling you closer as he worked up to courage to express his feelings for you.
You already knew them, you had already experienced them. Still, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as you thought about it.
Diavolo led you to his balcony that overlooked the Devildom, the lights of the kingdom setting the perfect scene.
Diavolo gently cupped your cheeks as he told you, “I would make you my Queen if I could.”
You smiled up at the prince before closing the distance between the two of you. You held so much love for Diavolo and it was proved between your shared kiss.
It didn’t matter if he died and was brought back, he had made a promise to himself. He would make you his Queen one day. No matter what it took.
Barbatos had known your secret and yet he had done nothing about it. Maybe because he was scared.
Scared to admit the feelings you had elicited from him. Scared to admit that a human had made him fall head over heels.
Still, when you had finally confessed your secret to the others, the severity of the situation finally sank in with Barbatos.
He didn’t have eternity to tell you how he felt about you - his life was possibly being measured in minutes.
He took you to the garden outside the House of Lamentation. It was nothing compared to the one outside of the Demon Lord’s Castle, but it would suffice.
It could be the lowliest of places and Barbatos wouldn’t mind - as long as he got to spend some time with you.
He didn’t expect to fall for you the way the others had, and yet, here was - longing for you.
He pulled you into him, your scent overwhelming him as his hands found their way to your hair.
“I’ll always be here for you,” Barbatos promised, enjoying the intimacy between the two of you.
You both hoped that the timeline wouldn’t restart once more, but if it did, you had faith in Barbatos.
His powers guaranteed that no matter how many times you had to go through the same scenario, you would always have at least one person to depend on.
Solomon was surprised when you had spoken the words of his death. He had cheated it so many times that he almost believed he would never truly come to an end.
But he knew by the look in your eyes that it was true. Sooner or later, he would die.
And, suddenly, mortality hit him like a ton of bricks.
Of all the things he had done in his long life, love was one thing that he couldn’t cross off his list.
But, he had hope that he would have been able to if only he had more time with you. If only he had time to help you develop the same feelings he held for you.
But, you already had those feelings. You had already developed them multiple times.
So, when Solomon had invited you to the planetarium, you gladly accepted. The two of you weren’t doing much stargazing, but it did provide a beautiful background.
Solomon pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips as yours rested on his shoulders, the two of you maintaining eye contact.
“I could love you forever,” Solomon stated and a small blush rose to your cheeks. He was practically immortal, so the idea of loving you forever wasn’t far-fetched.
You leaned forward and Solomon met you halfway, placing his lips on yours. It was a feeling he had craved. A feeling that told him you were the one he was meant to be with.
When you pulled away, Solomon looked into your eyes and he knew. He would never leave you again.
Simeon was an angel, and therefore, he was never meant to fall for a being such as a human.
But, he couldn’t help it. He had such an amazing attraction to you. He couldn’t stay away from you even if he wanted to.
You were the most perfect thing in his eyes and he was determined to never let you go.
But fate had a funny way of controlling things and even if he planned to never let you go, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have to let go of him.
He hated the idea of it. He didn’t want you to experience any more pain, but it was out of his hands.
That didn’t stop him from spending tonight with you though.
He gently pulled you into his arms and committed your scent to memory. If he was to die, he wanted to be able to remember everything about you on his deathbed.
He pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes. “I promise, I will always find my back to you,” he told you and your heart swelled.
You leaned forward connecting your lips with his and he immediately responded to the kiss, wanting this moment to last forever.
You prayed for his safety. You prayed that Simeon wouldn’t be taken away from you again.
But, it wasn’t your decision to make. The only thing you could do was wait and let the future play out.
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cherie amour | han dongmin (taesan)
synopsis in which dongmin finds himself falling head over heels for the regular that comes into his job (at a vintage record shop) every afternoon.
genre college!au, fem!reader, s2ls (strangers to lovers), and fluff
warnings halfway proofread ngl, kinda has a princess & the pauper vibe (reader is quite privileged & goes to an elite college), quite a few awkward pauses and bashful stares, and dongmin can’t flirt for the life of him
word count 2k
a/n first ff out of the neo realm, hope you all enjoy!
track-list my cherie amour x stevie wonder, can i call you rose? x thee sacred souls, and all i do is think of you x the jackson 5
A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Dongmin’s face. The rickety fan his boss had found from storage was doing absolutely nothing to shield him from the wrath of the summer heat— and the fact he refused to turn on the air conditioning wasn’t helping him in the slightest either.
Despite feeling like he had been transported to the sixth circle of hell, Dongmin didn’t mind his job, it had actually been a juvenile dream of his to work in a place much like this. Somewhere with artifacts filled with history, antique furniture and decor, a devoted community of customers— and surely, that’s what he got following being hired for this position.
But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be overworked as one of the few underlings for his incompetent boss who had inherited the place and having to endure the smell of what could only be described as vintage.
The continuous buzzing of the fan that whirred beside Dongmin’s propped, beat-up sneakers was muffled for a brief moment as in came one of the meager reasons he decided to put up with his job— only, even.
You.
Following the chime on the door, a wave of heat entered the record shop but you graciously came with it, so Dongmin couldn’t really complain. You greeted him with a smile as he hurriedly straightened in his seat and adjusted his posture stiffly. The smile was returned to the best of his abilities, but he’s sure it came off wonky and jarring.
Silently, you waltzed around the shop. It wasn’t very big, and he’s positive you’ve walked each aisle at least a few dozen times but it still had you coming back every other afternoon.
It was ritualistic for you to stumble into the small-scale record shop nestled between an antique boutique and a genuine crystal shop— Dongmin had become hip to this months ago when he had first began working here. Though, it was obvious to him that you had been doing this a lot longer than his time, judging by the way you interacted with veteran staff and even that dense boss of his.
You were around his age, clear from the cardigan you wore that was proudly embroidered in fancy cursive of what he discovered was your home school— the elite college that rivaled his. It had been an initial thought of his that maybe you were an alum and just liked the comfort that the sweater offered but after miraculously seeing you at a rival game between your two schools’ football teams— he knew for sure that you were close in age.
Unfortunately for him, those were the only details he had found on you. Alleged things about you floated around between his coworkers and to his own ears but he ignored them for solid truth. The truth was, you were clearly a devout music lover from a realm he didn’t know of, a school he could only dream of attending, and a lifestyle he had absolutely no experience in.
“Anything new that you recommend?” At the arriose sound of your voice, Dongmin came to a realization that he had been staring at you for far too long.
Under your curious gaze, he stilled. Nearly forgetting to breathe over the fact you were speaking to him. Another fact he had come to realize, is that you enjoyed your solitude. It wasn’t often that you spoke to him outside of your purchase of a vinyl or the rare CD. But when you did, Dongmin always fell into the same trap as if it was happening for the first time again.
“I—uh— what’s your genre?” He knew this already. You had an affinity for 60s music— he came to conclude from the dozen of vinyls he had previously rung up for you.
You hummed, glancing to the spotty ceiling as you contemplated. “I always go for oldies. Anything recent that you like?” As you asked this, you drew closer to the counter where Dongmin was quickly breaking out into a cold sweat over the fact you were verily nearing closer to him.
Your eyes didn’t waver from him, it was clear that you were genuinely interested in his own opinion.
“Well, I don’t listen to too much recent stuff myself, actually.” He managed to respond, not having the capacity to filter his honesty.
Now opposite of him by the counter, you giggled. Dongmin swore his heart skipped a beat, or two for that matter.
“Well, I guess you’re no help then?” Your voice lilted with humor, your head tilting.
“Heh. No, I guess not…” To Dongmin, he was sure your bout of conversation would end here. You would choose something along the lines of your usual, get rung up with some sort of small talk, and go on about your day while he finished out his shift wallowing about how he wished he could’ve said more to you.
“What’s your genre, then,” you squinted momentarily to double-check his nametag. “Dongmin?”
For a moment, Dongmin had forgotten his name was his own. You watched him blink at you for a few beats before visibly collecting himself.
“Me? Well, I like rock— like Nirvana and My Chemical Romance. But I like easy listening stuff too…”
You nodded, “I assumed just as much.”
Dongmin’s eyebrows shot up into his fringe, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”
An endeared smile etched onto your lips instantly. “Yeah, every time you’re here they’re always playing over the speakers. But I hear the Carpenters every now and then, too. You have good taste.”
Dongmin fought the flattered expression that attempted to spread across his features, clearing his throat in an effort to swallow his excitement. “Thanks.”
You nodded, a silence floating in the air as you two both seemed to wait for the other to carry on the conversation. With the atmosphere starting to feel cramped, you open your mouth to ease the awkwardness but Dongmin thankfully beats you to it.
“We—uhm— actually just get in some new vinyls that I think you might like…”
You visibly perk up at this. “Did you?”
Dongmin nods, his tone coming off a bit hesitant. “Well, you get a rotation of the same artists, I noticed…”
Your laughter eases the weight on his shoulders, he finds himself smiling fondly as you nod your head in agreement. “No, yeah, I do. I guess I’m quite predictable,”
Dongmin shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I think your music taste is good too.”
You find yourself smoothing a hand over your jacket, flattered. “Thank you,”
“No problem.”
You both lock eyes for a beat longer than expected, your own being the ones to flit elsewhere as could feel the flutter of butterflies swarm in the base of your belly. Dongmin’s gaze on you is only interrupted when you clear your throat before speaking again.
“Did you want to show them to me?”
“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” As if he had been split from a trance, Dongmin lurches back into reality to begin leading you towards a dusty corner of the shop.
A giggle leaves you as you follow close behind. “No worries.”
It’s safe to say Dongmin did not fabricate that the new selections would be to your liking. You find yourself rifling through the crate carefully, multiple familiar artists’ cover arts calling your name. Dongmin can’t help but admire you as you work your way through the vinyls with pure amazement in your eyes.
“Anything catch your eye?” He gestures toward the basket that you were leisurely searching through.
Your gaze shifts upwards to where Dongmin is standing, sheepishly remembering that he was there. “A lot. I’m supposed to be on a budget for stuff like this but— Oh my god! I’ve been looking for this,” you excitedly pull out a yellowed Lesley Gore vinyl.
Dongmin’s amused laughter catches your attention and you roll your eyes at him before shaking your head. “Damn, why’d you have to know me so well?”
“Heh. I can get you a discount, if you’re interested?” Dongmin approaches you, delivering his sentence carefully to test your reaction.
You jerk away in surprise, shocked that Dongmin would even offer to do that for you. But you can tell he’s genuine as he watches you intently awaiting your response. “No, no. I just need to practice some self-control…”
“You sure? I can’t promise that old guy won’t buy up all the Marvin Gaye in here…” You follow his hands as they skim the top of the distressed and begrimed vinyls, almost like a hypnosis.
A huff leaves you, the memories of your elder competition that most likely had no idea was your competition coming to mind. “Shit— you’re right. Okay, fine. I’ll indulge myself just this once.”
You decide to humor Dongmin and yourself, picking through the crate again to remove several LPs that caught your attention. Dongmin nods, finding confidence in being able to bond with you. After you make your final decision, you both head back over to the counter to finalize your transaction.
“You didn’t have to do this, y’know. I’m sure this is actually against the rules…”
“Nah. It’s fine my boss does it all the time for customers he likes too—“ Dongmin realizes his slip of tongue a little too late, his expression reminding you of a deer in the headlights.
“Really now?” You muse.
“Uh—yeah,” Dongmin coughs. “That’s your total…”
Your eyebrows jump instinctively at the outcome, gladly digging around in your bag for your card. “Damn. I’m glad you like me because inflation is killing me right now, here,”
Dongmin accepts your payment and you don’t miss the way he avoids your eyes bashfully. When everything is squared away, your hefty bag in hand, he decides he’s capable of addressing you head on.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around then?” He visibly forces out, internally hoping it comes across as natural (he doesn’t).
You nod automatically but have a sudden train of thought that you decide to take a chance and verbalize. “Actually… do you get off any time soon?”
The boy across from you is clearly stunned at the inquiry, blinking at you a couple times before answering. “Uh— in about an hour, actually…”
“Cool. I’ll be at the café across the street, if you don’t have anything to do that is… I feel like it’s only right that I repay you…” The last of your sentence trails off as you feel you’re rambling on, but Dongmin couldn’t have looked more interested in you.
“No! I mean, I don’t have anything to do— I’m free, yeah.” Dongmin shuffles, setting himself in a pose that he hoped conveyed how nonchalant he wanted to be but was clearly failing to do so.
You find yourself amused with his antics— a bit flattered as well. “Alright then, see you in an hour?” He nods intently while he watches you back away from the till.
“An hour it is.” He affirms, returning the wave you spare him before the shop’s door chimes again. Promptly, your warmth leaves him to the humidity of the shop. But he holds his pose knowing he’ll be engulfed in it once more.
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Drunken Love—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Summary: A few coworkers from your job as a teacher invited you out to a bar to celebrate the beginning of summer vacation. You brought Daryl along with you, and it also happened to be the first night you saw your husband drunk—and it was a hilariously sweet to experience for you.
Genre: Fluff.
Era: Pre Apocalypse.
Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU, but can be read as a standalone.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication.
Word count: 1.2k.
A/n: I don't really like this, but I wanted to get this done. I have another young!Daryl fic in the works that will be much better than this (hopefully). This was just a filler to make up for my lack of actual writing.
“To the beginning of our few months of freedom.”
“I'll salute to that, Chloe.”
“Hear, hear!”
You laughed and brought your beer bottle up to clink with those of your coworkers, before taking a swig from the bitter yet delicious liquid. Your coworkers and friends—Derek, Chloe and Aubrey—invited you out for a rare get-together to just unwind and relax. The evening summer air calmly blew into the bar whilst some song played on the jukebox. Earlier that evening, your husband had disappeared to play a round of darts with your friends' partners—a singular round that turned into more than just one—and he was surprisingly having fun, and so were you.
“Mhm,” Derek hummed in approval as the taste of the drink flowed down his throat. He placed the glass bottle down on the table before leaning back in his chair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “This is the life. No worries, no having to get up early tomorrow morning, nothing. We're free.”
You laughed and shook your head. “You're saying it as if your job is a death sentence.” You took another sip from your beer. “Do you hate working with the little kiddos, Derek?”
“Not at all. I love working with those kids.” Derek leaned forward, as if sharing a secret with all of you. “It's their parents I have beef with. One cheek kiss from Matt and bam, I'm trying to corrupt their kids.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance, grabbed the bottle again and took another swig from it. “I'm happy to be free of those judgemental, two-faced bitches for the summer. Matt and I can enjoy our lives for a while.”
“For what it's worth, at least you'll always have us to back you up.” Aubrey pointed the bottle in Derek's direction in a half salute. “Consider us your wing women. As long as you have us, those bitches won't stand a chance.”
“I'll drink to that,” you voiced. Another toast happened, filled with laughter and friendly chatter. “So, do you guys think—”
“Y/N!”
At the sound of your name being called, you turned around in your chair and saw your friends' partners approach the table you were sitting at, your husband being helped by Julian, Chloe's fiance. You raised your eyebrow questioningly at Matt, who had called your name. “Yeah?”
At the sound of your voice, Daryl perked up and stumbled out from under Julian's helping arm, sluggishly walking over to you. “Peach, hey.” He leaned down to hug you, almost tripping over his own feet. “Missed ya so much.” He hiccupped once, his arms never leaving their place around your body.
You shot an unamused look at Matt, Julian and Pierce, but you were met with amused laughs and equally drunken stumbling. You shook your head and sighed, downing the last of your beer and standing up. You wrapped and arm around your husband to steady him.
“What the hell did you guys do to him?” you inquired questioningly.
Matt shrugged and made his way over to Derek, leaning down and wrapping his arms around his shoulders from behind. “A game of truth or drink happened. Not our fault your husband chooses to be so secretive.”
“Ain't my fault y'all ask such damn invasive questions,” Daryl hiccupped defensively.
You chuckled and shook your head again. You turned towards your friends again, about to reach into your bag to grab some money to pay for your drinks, but Derek waved you off. “It's okay, I've got it. Just get him to bed.” He stopped and looked up at Matt, shaking his head with a small laugh. “I have to do the same as well.”
You laughed and nodded. “Thank you. See you all next time?” Everyone sent you their own greetings, and with that, you walked out of the bar towards Daryl's truck. On the way to the vehicle, your husband almost tripped over his own feet, eliciting a loud, amused laugh from you. It was rare for you to see Daryl even a slight bit drunk in your presence, so seeing him in this state was a bit amusing. As long as he didn't hurt himself or others in this intoxicated state, you wouldn't be mad at him. He deserved to let go every once in a while.
The drive back to the apartment was spent in relative silence, save for Daryl's hiccups. However, the same couldn't be said for the trek up the stairs to your apartment. Daryl kept stumbling and swearing every time he almost fell, and you couldn't stop giggling at him. When you finally reached your apartment, you gently pushed Daryl to your bedroom and tried to help him out of his vest, but he protested and pushed your hands away.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Dun' call me tha', and keep yer hands to yerself,” Daryl grumbled, slowly starting to unbutton his vest himself. “I have a girl already. M'sure yer nice and all, but I ain't interested.”
You laughed lightly in realization and shook your head fondly. “Well, at least I know you're loyal, but I never doubted that to begin with.” You walked forward again and gently cupped Daryl's cheek, his foggy blue eyes meeting your eyes. “Babe, it's me.”
Realization dawned on Daryl, and he gave you a lopsided smile. “Hey.” He turned his head and kissed your wrist, his kisses trailing all the way up your arm until he reached your collarbone, and then your neck. “So damn gorgeous. M'the luckiest bastard on the planet.”
You giggled and gently pushed Daryl away before he could kiss you. “Slow down, cowboy. There won't be any of that stuff tonight.”
Daryl slowly nodded as he allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed, barely noticing you prying his boots off of his feet. “Righ'. M'sorry, Sunshine. Didn't mean to make ya uncomfortable.”
You smiled at him and shook your head, sitting down next to him on the bed. You gently treaded your fingers through his hair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “You didn't make me uncomfortable,” you began softly. “It's just not the best idea to do that right now. You're drunk and I don't intend on taking advantage of you like that.”
“Ya wouldn't,” Daryl denied, closing hi eyes under your gentle touch. “I wanna make ya feel good.”
“Not tonight, okay?” you gently urged him, continuing your gentle caress through his hair. “You need to sleep. You're gonna need it. You're gonna be so hungover tomorrow.” When you didn't get a response from your husband, you frowned and looked down at him. “Dar?” A light snore came as a response, eliciting a fond chuckle from you. “Goodnight, love.” You sighed as you stood up, shaking your head with another chuckle. “You're really gonna hate yourself for getting drunk when you wake up.”
That was the understatement of the century. Luckily, Daryl had you, his considerate, beautiful wife who loved him beyond belief, to help him get over his hangover. And if the price of having you take care of him was some light teasing about his drunken state, so be it.
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so I was thinking for a request. what about reader who seems to have bad luck in dating. she has tried to date but it doesn't go further than one date . but the thing is she's actually in love with her best friend wade wilson. but with everything that happened to him: the cancer, vanessa breaking up with him, and her simply never having the guts to tell him. she decides she will try to get over him so she asks wade for advice in dating so he gives her tips and now she's getting more dates to last longer than one date but now wade has been feeling things romantically for her. you decide what happens next. 💖
Good Luck, Bad Luck, Deadpool
[Y/N] sat on her couch, her phone in hand, staring at the latest message from her latest date. It was polite, cordial even, but the meaning was clear: another date that wasn’t going anywhere. Another one-and-done.
She sighed, tossing her phone onto the cushion beside her. It wasn’t that she was unlucky in dating—okay, maybe she was—but there was something else behind her constant failures. Every time she went out with someone new, she found herself comparing them to her best friend: Wade Wilson.
Wade, who made her laugh until she cried with his off-color jokes and ridiculous antics. Wade, who had a dark, hidden side that he rarely showed but which made her heart ache with understanding. Wade, who she had fallen in love with long ago, but could never bring herself to tell.
Wade, who was a mess of scars, broken dreams, and a heart bigger than anyone realized. After everything that had happened to him—the cancer, the experiments that turned him into Deadpool, and then losing Vanessa—how could she possibly burden him with her feelings? He deserved someone whole, not someone who couldn’t even manage to get past a first date.
Determined to move on, she had finally decided to ask Wade for advice. Maybe, just maybe, if she could figure out what she was doing wrong, she could start dating someone who could help her forget about him.
Wade Wilson was the last person anyone would think to ask for dating advice. But then again, [Y/N] was anything but predictable. When she had shown up at his door a few weeks ago, sheepishly asking for tips on how to improve her dating life, Wade had been more than happy to help. After all, he had been a hit with the ladies back in the day. Sure, he was disfigured and kind of a psychopath now, but he still knew how to charm a date.
At first, he treated it like a game. He gave her the best advice he could: be confident, show interest, and, of course, don’t be afraid to show a little skin. He even helped her pick out outfits for her dates, outfits that made her look so stunning he had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something stupid.
And to his surprise—and maybe a little horror—it worked. Her dates started lasting longer than just one awkward evening. She was getting second, even third dates. But with every new date she went on, Wade felt something stir inside him. Something he hadn’t expected.
Jealousy.
At first, he didn’t recognize it for what it was. Wade wasn’t exactly in touch with his emotions—at least not the softer ones. But the more he thought about her being with someone else, the more it gnawed at him. He’d tried to convince himself it was just because he didn’t want to lose his best friend, but it went deeper than that.
The truth hit him like one of Colossus’s punches. He was falling for her. Hard. He had fallen for his best friend, the one person who had always been there for him, scars and all. The one person who saw past Deadpool and still cared for Wade Wilson.
And now she was trying to move on. Move away from him. And that, he realized, was something he couldn’t let happen.
[Y/N] stood outside Wade’s door, taking a deep breath before knocking. After weeks of going on dates with people who were perfectly nice but just not right, she was back where she started: thinking about Wade. She needed his advice again, and maybe this time, she could finally get some closure and really move on.
When the door swung open, she was greeted by a sight she hadn’t expected. The usually cluttered and chaotic living room had been transformed. Candles flickered softly around the room, casting a warm glow over everything. In the center was a small table set for two, adorned with a simple vase of roses.
“Wade?” she asked, her voice full of confusion and something else—a flutter of hope in her chest.
Wade stood by the table, wearing something that resembled a nice suit, although still accessorized with his favorite katana strapped to his back. He looked at her, and for the first time in a long while, he seemed almost nervous.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You look… really good.”
She blinked, still trying to process what she was seeing. “What is this?”
Wade gestured to the table, his usual bravado faltering slightly. “This… this is me, trying to get my shit together. To ask you… on a date.”
[Y/N] felt her heart skip a beat. “A date?”
“Yeah,” Wade said, taking a step closer. “I know, I know—I’m a walking red flag. I’m about as stable as nitroglycerin, I’ve got more issues than a Marvel crossover event, and let’s face it, I’m not exactly pretty to look at.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand.
“But,” he continued, his voice softening, “you make me want to be better. You make me want to be the kind of guy who deserves a chance with you. And I know I probably should have told you this before, but I was scared. Scared you’d laugh, or that I’d screw it up, or that you’d find someone else who was better for you.”
Wade reached out, taking her hands in his. “But the thought of you with someone else? It kills me. I don’t want you to get over me, [Y/N]. I want you to give me a chance to be the guy you deserve. And if you’ll let me, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
[Y/N] felt tears well up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. This was Wade—her Wade—baring his soul to her in a way she never imagined. He had always been so strong, so tough, and here he was, laying his heart out for her.
“Wade,” she whispered, stepping closer until they were inches apart. “I’ve been in love with you for so long. I just… I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.”
His eyes widened behind his mask, and he let out a soft laugh. “Well, I guess we’re both idiots then.”
She laughed too, the sound breaking through the tension in the air. “I guess we are.”
Wade grinned, and for once, it wasn’t the manic, over-the-top grin he usually wore. It was genuine, full of hope and something that looked a lot like love.
“So, what do you say?” he asked, his voice light but full of meaning. “Will you go out with me? On a real date?”
[Y/N] smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’d love to, Wade.”
The kiss was sweet, a promise of something new and wonderful. When they finally pulled away, Wade rested his forehead against hers, a contented sigh escaping him.
“Good,” he murmured, pulling her close. “Because I’ve got a whole night planned, and it’s gonna be awesome.”
[Y/N] laughed, the sound full of joy. “With you, Wade, I have no doubt.”
And as they sat down at the table, the candlelight flickering around them, [Y/N] couldn’t help but feel like her luck had finally turned around. She was exactly where she was meant to be—with the man she had loved all along, who loved her just as much in return.
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choso never offically asked you out and you never offically moved in, you just… stayed there.
you and choso met in your second year of college. he was the big quiet guy that everyone was attracted to but he stayed to himself.
he was always in and out, he was the first one out the class and you would rarely see him around campus, you got lucky to have one class with him.
choso always saw you, you sat in the row down from him, he could recognize you from the cute little hat stayed on your head during the winter, and the way you was always bundled up.
he found you endearing, you were the same as him. you stayed out the way, did your work and only spoke to a few people.
so why not give talking to you a try.
he took the opportunity of having a group assignment to speak to you, his face red from embarrassment and not knowing what to say.
“if you don’t have a group yet, we can just start out with the two of us.” he let out bouncing his leg up and down with anticipation, not knowing what your answer would be.
please say yes please say yes please say yes please sa-
“sure. i’ll find the other two people.” you stand up and walk down towards the front to speak to a couple of people.
choso’s heart immediately slowed down from relief.
from that day onward the both of you grew closer, from keyed interest, family life, being able to enjoy each others silence, food, everything the two of you did with each other felt special.
at least to choso.
hanging out in public turned to hanging out in private. always in his apartment cooped up either playing games, eating, talking about people… or fucking.
the fucking wasn’t intentional, it kinda just happened after a night of drinking and just continued to happen.
after physical contact there was no going back, he knew he had feelings for you and you knew you had feelings for him, the both of you just didn’t want to share.
not because you were afraid the other person didn’t feel the same, but because there was no point, no point in complicity.
you weren’t aching to be his and he wasn’t aching to be yours, yet again if he saw another person talking to you he would twitch with jealousy.
that’s something only he knows though, he knew you weren’t going anywhere.
one night you showed up with a bag and he didn’t think too much of it until that night turned into a month, and the month turned into a year.
he didn’t even notice the pile of your things in the corner of the room quietly expanding, and neither did you.
you didn’t realize until your roommate finally texted you asking if you were ever coming back, awkward.
“omg i didn’t realize! i’ll come by tomorrow and we can talk.”
the next day you ended your lease and gave your friend the room, your roommate appreciated the approach.
til this day the both of you are going strong with no labels and you still living in his apartment (he doesn’t mind.)
he eventually got to telling you he loved you and you reciprocated it, but there were still no labels. how fun is that?
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| PRETTY FACES, DARK SOULS — Part three (1.965 words).
| Summary — you robbed the wrong person, and she makes sure that you pay your debts, willingly or not.
| Tags & warnings — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Dark CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Dark!Yelena Belova, mentions of sex, N is abusive toward R, starvation, sequestration/kidnapping, R being referred as a mutt, R has been drugged, slight comfort if you squint (or maybe it's just me), humiliation, injuries.
| N/A — It took me a while to write it, and it's shorter than the previous parts, but I hope you'all still going to enjoy it!
| MOODBOARD — ✧ — MASTERLIST — ✧ — TO SAY SOMETHING
| Part one. Part two. Part three.
There are some things that cannot be forgotten.
The things you did were one of those. Not only you stole her wallet, but you also had the audacity to lie to her face. You were looking at her, straight in the eyes, when you told her how much you liked it. She had you right there, laying beneath her, begging and screaming her name for hours, and yet it was just a lie. Sometimes she wonders if your pleas when she had her knuckles buried deep inside you were also an act. Maybe. She can't know for sure.
But you've done worse. You've been haunting her mind since you two met at the party. You were like a poison in her life, ruining everything she has tried to build. Since that night, it has been impossible for the redhead to think about anything else. The woman that was known for her calm and sturdiness is now unable to stay focused during the meetings. On the rare occasions she decides to show up, she barely listens, passing time by tapping on the wood table.
Why is she wasting her time, sitting at that table and listening to a bunch of men talking nonsense, when she could be looking for you?
She easily could've asked her men to do the research for her, but it was very unlike the woman to ask for something then wait for the others to fetch it. Natasha Romanoff isn't a queen, nor an heiress. She is the CEO of one of the world's most successul company, one that was built on sweat and hard work. Hers. Not someone else's.
When it comes to that story, her actions are dictated by her emotions, by a desire for revenge that intoxicates her. She knows it, and somehow appreciates the feeling. At first, that was new and exciting, she was almost glad of what happened, but she eventually got bored of that game you were playing. As the years went by, the excitation was replaced by frustration.
She really needed you to fix the mess you've created in her life, whether you're willing to do it or not.
"The mutt is drooling on your couch," an unknown voice yelled near you, and it was followed by quick steps, as if someone came in running. A second later, you could feel a hand that harsly grabs your face, nails digging in your skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks all over your chin.
That's when you opened your eyes for the first time, gasping at the sudden contact. You don't remember much of what happened last night, but you firmly believe that it's Kate's fault because one of the last things you see is the black-haired girl sliding glasses of alcohol in your direction.
You weren't planning on drinking, at least not that much. You don't even like for real the taste of alcohol, and you definitely hate even more the following morning. A pitiful sound escapes your lips as you try to open your eyes, realizing that you are in a much worse condition that you thought. As always, you promise yourself that it's the last time, but it's never for real. It's so tempting to say yes when Kate offers to go out, to accept the drinks she hands you and let down your barriers for one night.
"Do not make your case worse," a second voice said, "you already have more debts than you'll ever be able to repay," it said before another hand grips your hair tightly, tilting your head backwards.
You were more tired than usual. It felt like a weight was pressing down on your whole body, as if it had become too heavy for you to bear. A simple blink of the eyes required inhuman efforts, and in that condition, it was unthinkable to raise your head to get a better look at the person who had just said those words. All you could see were patches of colour, and what you assumed to be red hair mixed with blinding light. But your surroundings were blurred, and you couldn't see much more. So when she threw you on the floor, you didn't even try to get up.
"Poor thing...," the blonde said, chuckling softly. "I mean, look at her! She has no idea what's going on," and it was true. When she looked into your eyes, all she could see was fear, and pain.
The drug they put in your drink was strong. Maybe a little too strong, if your condition is anything to go by. She didn't know if you could hear her, but she was sure you wouldn't be able to move for at least a few more hours. Even swallowing was too much to ask for the moment, and the stain that had formed on the seat of her private jet was the proof.
At one point, she felt sorry for you, sprawled out on the carpet, or maybe it was her younger sister's incessant complaints about having to step over your body every time she needed to pass that eventually irritated the redhair. In any case, at one point, she decided to take you in her arms with all the gentleness she could, careful to not let you fall. You were so calm, so malleable, unable to react as she manipulated your body as she wished.
Eventually, she sat with you on her lap. Your chest was against hers, your face forcefully burried in her neck as she played with your hair with a firm hand. Despite your instinct to flee, you quickly relax in her arms. Your anxious breathing eventually slowed down until it matches with hers, both of your chests raising at the same time. The hand that stroked your hair also worked it magic until you could barely keep your eyelids open.
"Already going soft with her?" her sister asked when she came back with two glasses of alcohol, both for herself, and witnessed her sister craddling the mutt in her arms, something she disapproves of strongly.
"Weren't you the one who complained about me leaving my things around?" she asked back, rolling her eyes as the youngest spoke.
"I was just saying," she replied, shrugging her shoulders before dopping heavily onto one of the seats, earning a dark look from her elder sister. She then lets her eyes rest on your form, already knowing that what will happen next is going to be interesting. You've been hard to catch, and she expects you to be at least as difficult to tame. She knows her sister always enjoys a challenge, and so does she.
It has been the last time you saw light, and not the artificial one from the light bulbs, but the real one, from the sun's rays whose warmth you missed. You could only dream of the light caressing your skin, enveloping you in its comforting warmth until you open your eyes. Then, you are greeted only by the coldness of the cell you've been threw in almost as soon as the plane landed. They didn't let you a chance to run away, not even to think about it, before they locked you up in here.
You haven't seen the woman since. Nor anyone else. Your only contact with the outside are the muffled voices coming from the pipes. If they're even real, and not just a figment of your imagination. You are not sure anymore what's real or not. You spend your time between drowsiness and sleep, and can't distinguish what belongs to which world anymore. Maybe you've started to go crazy. A long time ago, you've read an article about the importance for humans to have contact with others.
But you were alone. With no food, no water, and no idea of what would happen next. Is she going to let you starve in this place? Maybe. It would be cruel, a perfect punishment for a thief, but certainly not a glorious death. You hoped for a better ending, something masterful. You hoped you would die as a hero, not as some pitful criminal. Here, no one would find your body, and you were sure that no one would organise a funeral for you. They wouldn't even know your dead. That's the downside of having no ties — No one really cares about what may happen to you, they probably think you've run away. Again.
Sometimes, you think of Kate, your flatmate and coworker, and it's enough to breath a little bit of hope in your heart. If there is someone that cares about you in that world, it's her. She would definitely call the police and look for you until she find your body. She is not a traitor.
At least, if she is still alive.
You can't be sure. No matter how hard you concentrate, you can't remember the last time you've seen her, the end of the evening being just black. You tried, but it hurt your mind so you eventually stopped so you convinced yourself with the false memory that she came home earlier, and that she is fine, waiting for you to come back.
The thought that everything is going to be alright soothed you as you kept alterning between drowsy and asleep for a few hours, waking up suddenly at the slightest noise. It is hope that keeps you awake, and the fear of missing someone coming down, something that only happened after an eternal wait, when you stopped believing in it.
You are unable to move, laying on the floor with your knees against your chest. When you opened your eyes, you were expecting another disappointment but you catched the flickering light of a torch. For a moment, you thought it was the end of you. But no, you've heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, the one of a key and then a creaking door. The silhouette rising up in front of you was impressive, but it wasn't death.
"'Morning Sweetie," the voice whispered. It was followed by the metallic clutter of something being placed on the ground.
Then you saw it. A bowl lit by the torch's light. Inside, there is something that looks like porridge. It isn't very appetising, but you didn't care. You are so hungry that you would've swallowed anything she was willing to give you. You crawled to her feet, dragging your body over to the bowl, only for you hand to grasp the void when you reached for the plate.
A sharp pain in your wrist followed. It's her boot pressing down on your wrist as she puts all her weight into it, preventing you from moving. It hurts so bad that you thought, for a second, that she might have broken your bone.
"Aww...," she cooed, her voice dripping with false pity, "you didn't thought it would be that easy, did you?" When the only answer she gets from you is a whimper, she chuckles. "Such a stupid thing...," she murmures, but despite the appearances, her voice is everything but sweet. It's harsh, and mocking. "If you want to eat, you need to earn that privilege. Nothing will be free for you, until you've payed your debt," her warm breath hitting your cheeks as she knelt beside you to utter those words.
And you knew it wasn't a threat as she left you again, knocking the bowl over as she does so. It is a promise.
| MOODBOARD — ✧ — MASTERLIST — ✧ — TO SAY SOMETHING
| Part one. Part two. Part three.
| Taglist (only if you have your age in bio!) — @loneliestafterparty, @natsxwife, @olicity-boo, @skittlebum, @skqrlett, @thalia-is-not-ok, @tobiaslut.
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congrats on 1k babes!! you deserve it and more<3
𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒- with the prompt “You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.” from the prompt list with best friend eddie who is a lil mean n scary to everyone but you?
soft spot
pairing: eddie munson x reader
word count: 2.1k+
warnings: nothing rlly, just some tooth-aching fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!
a/n: IM SO SORRY IGOT SO CARRIED AWAY JESUS and ahhh thank you sm baby!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM AHH HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE <33 also i hate this sm the ending of this as always ok im sorry im so bad at endings >:(
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Eddie had been in a sulking mood all day, first it started with his car stereo breaking down in the middle of his ride to school, he cursed as he tried to bump it a few times, but it didn't help.
Then, his hell-ish day got worse when he got to the cafeteria and a freshman bumped into him, spilling his food all over Eddie's favorite band shirt.
Eddie cursed at that, and his jaws clenched as he turned to the freshman in front of him, the boy looked back at Eddie horrified and he immediately mumbled apologies to him.
"You little shit-" Eddie started with his fist at his side but then your appearance interrupted him.
You knew everyone thought of Eddie as this mean and scary freak who played a satanist game, but you knew deep down that Eddie was nothing like that.
Eddie was kind, he was generous, he was nice, well at least that's what all he was to you. You didn't push him away and discard him as a scary freak when you first saw him, you didn't judge him like others did, and you insulted back everyone that attempted to insult Eddie, granted, he thought he didn't need your protection, but just because you stood by his side meant a lot to him.
That's why he had a soft spot for you, a weakness, something that he rarely gave others because no one did what you did.
He was enamored with you, no matter what you did, and even more so now when you stopped him from cursing out a freshman for an innocent mistake, and quickly defused the situation.
"I'll help you clean up, Eds." Your soft voice spoke as you gave him a warm smile, you took his fisted hand, and it eased just as with your touch, Eddie's hand gently held onto yours, you intertwined your fingers with his, giving it a firm squeeze.
Eddie's cold gaze had warmed up now, and his face eased at your presence, as dumbfounded as ever, "O-okay." He stuttered. He knew everything would be okay when you were there.
When you hurried him to the bathroom, you got wet wipes out of your bag as you attempted to scrub away the stain of spaghetti sauce.
"You're not having a good day, huh?" You asked, pouting your lips sympathetically, and Eddie nodded quickly, he loved how you immediately understood him, just his gaze alone being able to teach you a new language.
"Kinda having the worst day, actually." He attempted a slight smirk, and you gave him another smile, still working to get the scrub off, but all Eddie could see was your soft eyes and determined gaze. You looked so adorable when trying to help him.
With a few agonizing scrubs, you look up at him when you manage to get rid of the stain, a warm smile present on your face. "All done!" You exclaim excitedly and Eddie can't help the grin his lips twitch into because of how adorable you are.
"You seem all sunshines and rainbows today." He adds, nudging your shoulder lightly and you giggle, nodding.
"Well, I have a date today!" You excitedly spoke but Eddie's entire world almost dramatically shattered, that was the third worst thing that happened to Eddie today, and this one hurt him the most. With anxiety filled inside of his body, he started twisting his rings uncomfortably.
"Oh... a date?" He asked, trying to hide his disappointment, but he couldn't when his face fell almost immediately at the mention of a date, and his lips returned to a tight-lipped smile.
He couldn't help when his jaw clenched because some asshole was going to go on a date with you, not him.
He knew he had no right to be jealous, you weren't dating him, but you were perfect, so perfect, that he knew it was no surprise that other people wanted to date you, ones who were not a coward like him, and managed to ask you out.
But he felt stupid, he felt so stupid for not having the courage to tell you how much you meant to him, so instead, he's left to sulk the rest of the day, too.
Eddie can feel his mouth get dried up when you mention how excited you're for this date, he can feel his breath quicken, he doesn't think he can handle this conversation anymore.
"I'm really happy for you, honey." He lets out through his unamused lips, "I gotta go, so uh, I'll see you around?" He lets out in a disappointed voice as he turns around and sprints out, leaving you confused.
And he feels bad, he feels bad for not being happy for you, but he doesn't know how he's supposed to be happy to see you with someone else, he swallows down all his insecurities and ignores you calling out for his name, ready to skip the rest of the day and go home.
When he does come home he is miserable, he spends hours trying to distract himself, leg fidgeting as he debates whether to call you or not. He knows he's been an ass to you for no reason when you helped him.
His hand itches to pick up the phone, but when his debate is still going on in his head, the phone ringing startles him, and he's quick to pick it up.
"Hello?" He asks out hopeful that it might be you, but still nonchalant enough that as if he hadn't spent the whole day waiting by the phone to call you.
"Hi." Your voice is sour, and it sounds like it's almost cracking, Eddie's heart drops when he hears it.
"Sweetheart?" He speaks up, his voice laced with gentleness and you can't help it when your heart skips a beat to his nicknames.
"What happened?" He asks, his stomach churning when he hears you sniffle.
"It-it's stupid..." You murmur, but he reassures you quickly. "No... if you're upset about it then it isn't stupid, okay? You can tell me everything, honey." You can't help but smile at his words as you nod.
"I just had a really bad day..." You sighed. "First, I did something to upset you and you got mad at me I don't even know what I did and- and you got really upset which means I must have done something so bad because you never ever get upset with me-" Your rambling was quicker than Eddie could comprehend and now his guiltiness had returned when you sounded so upset.
"Take a breath, sweetheart." He encouraged you and you did, heaving a breath, as you continued.
"and then... The guy I had a date with... he bailed on me last minute." You sniffle, and Eddie's jaw clenched at the information.
He rolled his tongue inside of his mouth, annoyed as he attempted to contain his anger for the asshole who did not deserve any second of your time.
"I'll call you back." Eddie says unexpectedly, and you furrow your brows, "What?" You question, but before you can get an answer Eddie shuts the phone, and you huff at his behavior.
"Eddie, are you serious?" You ask groaning before shutting the phone to its place, getting annoyed.
You spent the next hour waiting for Eddie call you but also getting annoyed by him suddenly shutting you out.
When the door bell rang you stomped your feet dragging yourself, opening the door slowly.
Your eyes widen at the sight of you, out of breath, carrying a box in his hands, as his messy curls fall over his head, there stands Eddie, a small smirk on his lips. "Hi." He breathes out, and you can't help it when your anger washes away and you almost melt at his actions.
"Eddie?" You can't help the smile on your lips, and you can't help it when you realize how much Eddie cares about you.
You take the box from his hands, immediately recognizing it and squealing, "Double chocolate?" You ask with the biggest smile on your face, your heartwarming at his gesture.
"Yep." He grins, his hands gently give your shoulder a squeeze, and you raise a brow, "But how did you find them? The closest bakery that has double chocolate chip is 30 minutes away-"
"20 minutes if you go really fast." He grins at you, and your gaze is fixed on him, you look at him in such awe that Eddie decides he'd buy you those cookies every day if it meant you would look at him like that.
"That's why I was a bit late." He gives you a slight smirk, gesturing with his hands.
You're speechless, the mean and scary Eddie everyone is afraid of is now at your door, with your favorite cookies in his hand, as he's trying his best to cheer you up.
"You really would do all that for me?" You're stunned, and Eddie's heart skips a beat. "Yeah- yes." I would do anything for you, he means to say but he doesn't. He clears his throat, trying to seem nonchalant, but you see right over his act.
Eddie cares about you, he really fucking cares about you.
"You have a soft spot for me, don't you?" You ask, a smirk lingering on your lips and you narrow your eyes softly, Eddie huffs at that first, as if it's insulting.
"No!" He answers quickly, too quickly. “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth." You add, and Eddie can't disagree with you, so he changes the topic.
"I- I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry how I acted today, I had a bad day too, and it wasn't fair for me to just shut you out like that." His gaze was fixed on the ground now, he felt embarrassed.
"It's fine, I get it, Eds." You offer him a smile, and he looks up at you.
"What I don't get is, you could've said sorry, without getting me those cookies, which means, you have a weak spot for meee." You dragged out the end, giggling which caused Eddie to sigh weakly.
"Will you stop saying that!" He asked, seriously, but his lips were twitching to quirk into a smile because of how cute you looked.
"Come on, admit it!" You nudged him lightly as you took a bite of the cookie, over-exaggerating the way you eat the cookie.
"You're ridiculous." He scoffed as he dug into a cookie, biting harshly as he gave you a serious gaze.
"Just admit you have a soft spot for me." You giggled again but he shook his head.
"C'mon Eds! I know you care about me!" You tapped slightly on his shoulder and he groaned.
"Yes! Of course, I have a soft spot for you!" He exclaimed, his breathing heavy, he had never let anyone get this close to him, and there you were breaking all of his walls, and he was scared.
"I mean shit, I fucking care about you, honey, so fucking much that it scares me." His voice is timid as he's avoiding your gaze, you pout at him.
"I care about you too, of course Eds-" He shakes his head, interrupting, "No you don't get it, fuck- I care about you so much, so fucking much that it physically hurt me when you said you had a date!" His jaw was clenched again but it felt good to get his feelings out, you always made him feel comfortable.
"And that's why I acted so cold and left, because I didn't want you to find out." He murmured, "And that is why I was happy that you didn't give me that asshole's name because if I knew who he was I would've knocked his door down and beat him to pulp." He continued his ramble, his fist clenched at his side again.
"What, what are you implying?" You gulped nervously, you couldn't believe what Eddie was insinuating, you had always assumed the metalhead just tolerated you, you always wanted more with him, but it didn't seem like he reciprocated the feelings you harbored, but now, with this gesture, you remembered all the times Eddie had a soft spot for you, that's why you couldn't help but want those three words to come out of his lips.
"I'm saying I like you, sweetheart." He faced you now, studying your face, your plump lips turned into a grin, and you couldn't help it when you crashed your lips into his. You grabbed onto the front of his band shirt causing him to groan softly into your mouth.
Then, Eddie placed his hands on your hips, pulling you harshly towards him. You can feel your knees shaking at his sudden movements, and you feel as if you might crumple at his feet at any minute.
You pulled away slowly, while Eddie was still blinking to process what the hell just happened.
"Told you, you had a soft spot for me." You whispered, giggling and Eddie rolled his eyes playfully.
"How could I not, honey?"
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Lena x Bayern player!reader
Lena Oberdorf Masterlist
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In front of me with her back turned was Lena.
Kissing a girl who had been cheering on from the stands the whole game.
Wearing her jersey too. I wondered if it was the same one I sent back in a box full of her stuff, the week after our last call.
It hurt. Like someone was ripping the last bit of hope you had, that there was a chance she would call one of these days and tell you she made a stupid mistake.
Out of everything that could've happened, that was the one you were least ready for.
Maybe just the fact that the break up was done through the phone, alone, should of raised a big red flag.
Should of raised the awareness that maybe you didn't know her like you thought you did.
That maybe, most likely, she wasn't the girl you fell for.
At that brought up so much anger. At first you kept fighting with yourself. With the feeling in your gut.
Trying to figure out what was going through her mind. And when you couldn't, it turned into you making up excuses for her.
But now reality had sinked in. You had tried so hard to keep this bitter feelings away. But you couldn't anymore.
The worst part in this, was that you had no right to say anything. You couldn't actually blame her for moving on with her life. What you could do, was blame her for being an asshole. And that you did.
You felt so embarrassed in front of your teammates. You wanted earth to swallow you whole.
You pushed it away momentarily though. You didn't want to be that person. Or didn't want them to think you were. The type that would throw away her professionalism because of some fling that happened to not work out.
Like that was more important, than the career you were building. The one thing you were dedicating yourself to, that wouldn't wake up one day and leave you.
You held your feelings in the whole trip back home. The girls didn't dare to talk to you. They saw on your face it wasn't a good idea.
Arriving home you exploded. You let that anger back out. You were red, your head felt like it could burst at any minute and you cried from anger.
You had the next day off. Sundays home were rare. And you thanked the universe. You didn't have to get up early, to get out of bed, to think, to exist.
And Monday rolled around rather quick. You were well rested. And all you wanted was to go training. To occupy your mind and let those cruel feelings out. Could even consider yourself to be excited.
That didn't last too long though.
As soon as you got to the locker room to get ready for the day, coach pulled you a side to talk about your failing performance.
After that sent you straight to the therapist's office. And if you refused, you'd have to sit out next couple of games.
Couldn't risk it.
Going into the waiting area, it was a pain knowing the therapist would only be in, in around 20 minutes and there was still someone else waiting to go in before you.
She gave you a slight tight lip smile as you sat next to her.
You knew her.
She had just arrived to the Bayern.
"Here for an appointment too?" - She asked sympathetic to the look in your face.
"Yep. Poor Performance. You?"
"Injury recovery."
You nodded along. -"The physio's room is the other way." - Immediately receiving a confused face from her.
"I'm joking!" - putting your hands up in defense. As she cracked a sly smile. - "I'm Y/N, we haven't had the chance to meet yet."
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I sooo excited for this story! Might post another part tonight! Hopefully next part has a little more stuff going on.
Who are we thinking the girl is? Or who do you wish it was?
If you want to support my work, there's a link in my pined post!
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