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darlingofsatoru · 8 months

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DRESS UP DARLIN’

⊹ synopsis: Various Jjk characters & how they’d react to you in certain halloween outfits.

⊹warnings: Implied fem!reader, very short drabbles, Reader uses makeup+ wears dresses in most, potentially ooc characters.

SATORU GOJO- ANGEL

Satoru can’t help but pause as you step out your room, eyes darting all over you shamelessly as you rummage through your handbag.

There’s only a few words that he can even think to describe you in that moment: Pretty, gorgeous, ethereal even..

“… I agr.. ee .. so I s— Satoru??” Your voice awakens him out of his thoughts, suddenly right in front of him.

He’s not even sure how that got past his senses but he lets out a content sigh, adjusting the collar on his outfit before beginning to admire your outfit once more.

An all white dress, no straps and a feather-like look to it along with matching wings

So this is why you told him to dress as a devil, matching outfits..

“…Huh, even prettier up close. I better keep you near today, huh, don’t want anyone stealing you!” He grins playfully, gently tugging you towards his embrace.

Halloween has always been fun but he’s sure it’ll be 10x better with you here.

RYOMEN SUKUNA- DEAD/CORPSE BRIDE

Truthfully, Sukuna has no interest in halloween.

It’s a silly tradition and he barely bothered to dress up, the only reason he did a little bit being you.

By barely bothered, he simply means that he’s wearing a light change of outfit that could probably be considered creepy (as if Sukuna himself isn’t scary enough) if you looked at it long enough.

Thinking of you, he groans as he gets up from his feet and goes to open his mouth to speak, stopping when he noticed you come into the room excitedly.

A white dress stained with fake blood (that doesn’t really look accurate to Sukuna, but he can appreciate the effect a bit, he supposes), not too long but also not too short for a wedding dress, paired with a classic veil covering your lipstick covered lips.

“Not half as bad as the deranged outfits most wear, I might even like yours, dare I say.” He smirks, enjoying the lift of spirit in your face from his words alone.

Maybe he doesn’t detest Halloween entirely..

YUJI ITADORI- WITCH

Yuji smiles widely, adjusting his top-hat excitedly.

He feels like Halloween was ages ago so the prospect of dressing up, especially with you, is great and has definitely put him into a good mood for the last week or so.

He actually wasn’t sure if a magician was scary but you’d suggested it could be, saying he could pull out weapons on unsuspecting bystanders (which, in his opinion, did sound pretty creepy).

“Hey, you okay in there?” He yells to you, rummaging the cupboard for the trick or treat buckets.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!” You shout back, taking a few moments before you emerge with a broomstick in hand.

Yuji blinks for a few minutes once he catches sight of you but quickly smiles wider, waving enthusiastically.

He’s seen plenty witch costumes in his life but they don’t seem to compare with yours, the lovely black and purple dress having a matching hat and broomstick to come with it.

“Woah, a witch? That’s cool, the dark purple really suits you, you know?!” He immediately starts, gaining an appreciative smile from you.

He finds himself paying more attention to your smile, the pretty shade of purple once more showing but on your lips this time.

“Oh yeah, ah, I forgot to ask about the trick or treat buckets.. Where are they again?”

NOBARA KUGISAKI- NURSE

Nobara leans forward in the mirror, enjoying putting a bit more makeup than usual.

It’s not that she couldn’t but more that there’s no reason. What’s the point of being dolled up every day anyway, it’ll just ruin the fun of it!

So she works gently on her eyeliner, making sure not to smudge it whilst her mind wanders to what you’re doing..

Probably getting ready like she is or on your way here, likely the latter since Nobara happened to be a tiny bit later in getting ready today.

The doorbell goes before she gets to dwell on it, making a classic ‘ding-dong’ sound.

“One second, I’ll be right there!” She yells down the hall, quickly getting to the door and opening it.

It reveals just who she expected, you in a rather pretty nurse costume.

“I’ll grab my bag and we can get going!”

This Halloween is definitely gonna be the best, Nobara thinks.

CHOSO KAMO- VAMPIRE

Choso crosses his arms, embarrassment itching on his face at dressing up in general.

Being half-curse meant he didn’t do these things much if not at all, getting into a skeleton jumpsuit-like outfit.

“You still sulking?” Your voice echoes the hall immediately, his face picking quickly.

You’ve always known how to calm him, even unintentionally..

“It’s just a bit itchy, I’m not sulking.” He replies, pulling at the sleeves.

You nod in understanding, meeting his gaze as he finally looks up.

“…Ah.” He murmurs, eyes trying to be discreet as he studies your outfit.

A classic vampire suit, coloured black and red with a large collar.

“Do you think it’s alright? It took ages to find an eyeshadow to match the shade of red.” You sigh, gesturing to your eyes.

Choso nods, embarrassment seeping onto him as he notices he has a small blush engulfing his cheeks now.

“I think it’s more than alright,” He says, pushing the skeleton hood up.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO- BLACK CAT

Megumi sighs, growing bored of the high volume of noise rather easily.

He’d been dragged to this party by Nobara and Yuji to have some fun but it was anything but so far, having only felt bored the whole night.

Plus there was the fact you were apparently going to show up, likely dressed up like most people at this unpleasant party are.

“Megumi, hey!! You look pretty gloomy, you know?” A familiar voice awakens him out of his thoughts, revealing itself to be you immediately.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming.. Not that I blame you, it stinks like alcohol and sweat in here.” Megumi breathes out, taking a quick glance at you before avoiding your gaze and outfit entirely, cheeks too likely to heat up in front of you if he looked straight at you.

You chuckle and shrug, “I sort of expected something different but it’s not too bad, might loose my cat ears here though.”

He nods, he wouldn’t be surprised if anyone lost something in here, there’s people all over the place.

“So.. Wanna step outside? It’s pretty warm, you look like you’re melting.” You suggest, gaining a nod of approval from Megumi.

Maybe it isn’t so bad, at this overcrowded party, he’ll need to make sure to keep an eye out for your cat eats though..

A/n: First work, hope it’s not too boring!! Might not post for a bit after this but I do have a few drafts :D

#darlingofsatoru🩰#first post #jjk x reader #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #yuji itadori x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #choso kamo x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk hcs #jjk drabbles #jjk halloween #halloween fic #guess who i favour.

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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I NEED A PLATONIC YANDERE MIGUEL O'HARA STORY WHERE SHE IS FRIENDS WITH MILES AND GWEN AND SHE IS ALSO SPIDER-MAN AND WHEN HE MEETS HER, HE THINKS OF HER AS A DAUGHTER AND FEELS THE NEED TO PROTECT HER FROM HARM BUT THE OTHER SPIDERMEN (Gwen, Miles, and Peter) SENSE HE'S UP TO NO GOOD AND TRY TO STOP HIM (it's totally okay if you choose not to write this)

Warning

You sat at the diner across from Peter and Miles with Gwen beside you.

"So, this Miguel guy is pretty scary, huh?" You muttered while you poked at the vanilla ice cream in front of you.

"Yeah, but just let us talk to him okay? And Miles do not say a word because he will punch you in the head again." Gwen said making you chuckle softly.

"Miguel always makes me feel like I need to exercise more. Even just standing next to the guy I feel fat." He muttered as the rest of you laughed.

You heard the door to the diner open and a tall man walked in, it felt like the entire room went cold when he walked in.

He saw the familiar spider people and walked over, Miles squished in beside me so Miguel could sit next to Peter.

"A diner? Really?" He grumbled, unamused as he looked at you.

"Who are you?" He grumbled as you looked back at him.

"Um, I'm Y/N." You replied as he studied you.

Everyone began to talk while you continued to eat, Miguel wouldn't stop glancing at you the whole time.

Eventually Gwen and Miles went to go home, you stayed back with Peter because you came from the same universe so he always made sure you got home safe.

Peter and Miguel dragged on about stuff you didn't care about. Miguel was now sitting next to you so he could face Peter.

You were exhausted and slowly leant your head on Miguel's shoulder and closed your eyes.

After talking for even longer they realised you were asleep.

"What's her story?" Miguel asked, glancing down at your sleeping face.

"Bitten by a radioactive red-back, caused her to produce venom from her mouth and she accidentally killed her family." Peter replied as Miguel looked at him in shock.

"Who does she live with now?" Miguel asked looking back to Peter.

"She 19, she just lives on her own." Peter replied as Miguel thought for a little while.

"Anyway, I should be getting her back home." Peter said as they began to stand up.

"I can take her back, it's easier for me. You need to get back to your family." Miguel said as Peter looked at him and then you.

"Sure, but if anything happens to her Miles and Gwen will kill you." Peter replied before Miguel picked you up in his arms.

"Don't worry, she's in good hands." Miguel replied before Peter left.

Miguel looked down at your sleeping face and smiled softly.

You woke up when you felt a sudden rush of something, like a gust of wind.

Your senses were going wild before you opened your eyes to see Miguel above you.

"Where are we?" You muttered before he placed you down on your bed.

"We're at your apartment. It's a mess here." He muttered looking around as you glared at him.

"Rude... Being a hero doesn't exactly pay." You muttered climbing into your bed and under the covers.

"At least keep it a little tidy." He scolded as you looked up at him.

"Thank you for the ride, I'll see you later, Miguel." You tried as he chuckled a little.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

You woke up the next morning hearing someone in your kitchen.

You quickly leapt up ready for a fight before you saw it was Miguel.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You said in shock as he looked back at you.

"I'm making breakfast." He said casually as you continued to stare at him.

"Why are you saying it so casually! You're just in my apartment? I barely know you!" You scolded as he chuckled softly.

"All I found in your kitchen was old pop tarts. You think that's a good breakfast for a spider-girl like you?" He said as you watched him make banana pancakes.

They did look yummy.

"Spider-Woman, not girl." You corrected making him chuckle softly.

"You're still just a kid." He replied before you sat down and watched him cook.

"Well, since you already started cooking I won't stop you."

You had met up with Gwen and Miles again.

"He was just standing in your kitchen?" Miles muttered as you shrugged.

"Yeah... It was weird but the pancakes he made were really good." You replied as they looked at you with worry.

"Be careful with him, Y/N. When he loses his temper he can be a pretty scary guy..." Gwen said as you thought for a bit.

"I'll keep my guard up."

#miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Spiderman 2099

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rilakeila · 24 days

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intro: we challenge you!

host club au! jjk x fem!reader x ohshc

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club on an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: incredibly self-indulgent. i cant decide to do an entire series or collection of one-shots. however, even if i do a series, i'm always open to do an au within au !! lmk if y'all have any ideas and hope you enjoy this one! also it's def ouran vibes with how the scenes work out like nonsensical manners with the petal entrances and random objects appearing out of nowhere

(y/n) was already tired.

she knew the exchange event would triple her work as manager for her dear beloved buffoons and their work as hosts, but she foolishly accepted their offer to go anyway. between scheduling their events, accepting payments for various fan meetings, and then coordinating with both schools to confirm times and clothing - she was ready to retire. pension required and isolation from known society appreciated. at least distance away from the menaces called gojo satoru and itadori sukuna.

for once, to their credit, they weren't fighting each other. damages would be at minimal cost. good for her and jujutsu academy's reputation. although these two were never very concerned about the school's reputation.

and that's why they were about to duke it out with an intensely frivolous blonde-haired second year and what looked to be a very feral set of twins in their first year.

"they look so hot but so scary," murmurs surrounded the two groups.

(y/n) couldn't help but sigh, attention always seemed to follow them as they go. satoru naturally reeled in the girls, which would lead into the rest of the boys and shoko being noticed, ultimately turning it into a free fan-meeting for new potential customers. she wondered how she came to this predicament anyways.

"well, i'll be back. i just need to confirm some things with the head of the event," (y/n) flipped through her clipboard of papers, signing some things off.

"do you need me to come with you?" kento questioned, adjusting his uniform.

she shook her head, "no, i'll be okay. what i need you to do is watch over these buffoons."

both looked at the buffoons in question. haibara and shoko were already taking pictures in front of the flowers. these two that were least likely needed to be watched.

"this place looks so old," satoru complained a little too loud, earning a head shake of disapproval from nanami and (y/n).

"not too loud, satoru. you really should be more polite and humble, even if it looks garish," geto stretched his arms out before placing it behind his head.

"there's no places for shade," sukuna grumbled.

(y/n) pressed her lips together, pulled a parasol out and covered the pink-haired host, "okay, i'll be back. no funny business, kento is in charge."

"who put you in charge? do you have no respect for your president?" satoru seated his head on the top of (y/n)'s head, arms wrapped around her. she can practically see and feel the pout on his face, rolling her eyes.

she grabbed sukuna's free hand, placing the parasol in his hand to hold ("hmph."). she charged her head up, injuring the prince's chin to free herself from his grasp, "well, mr. president, i suppose you would like to go over some paperwork for the event."

"mommaaa, she hit me," he cried to suguru, who just hit the backside of his head.

"we'll make sure to behave, princess. come back safe," suguru waved her off. (y/n) looked at kento who just nodded, knowing that he was the only one she could fully trust. both throwing a thumbs up to each other.

after (y/n) leaving, the rest of the host club wandered around the grounds of ouran. there were multitude of yellow dresses and blue blazers directing other schools and vendors. kento was leading the group, watching yu and ieiri to ensure that they didn't get lost as they indulged in the small events that the ouran students were hosting. he trusted sukuna would keep suguru and satoru in check, mostly satoru.

kento paused in his tracks, hearing squeals behind him, 'there goes the president again.'

"he's so hot!"

"take your glasses off!"

"alright, alright, ladies. there's enough of me to go around," the dramatic movement just to take his glasses off was enough for kento to sweatdrop. the squealing increased tenfold. typically, suguru would line up the girls at their school for uniformity for their president. however, it looked he was preoccupied with his own set of girls. then, sukuna. and there is yet another group of girls.

"honestly, that took a lot longer than i thought," yu said, standing next to kento.

"that was inevitable, girls always fall for them, somehow, someway," shoko twirled her hair around her finger.

"hmm... as long as they aren't causing too much of a ruckus. we should be fine," kento huffed, shaking his head when yu offered him the snack bag that the ouran students were handing out as "freebies." what a word to have.

though, their heads snapped to a sharp gasp next to them.

a blonde with his jaw snapped wide open fainting backwards, only for a pair of orange-haired twins to catch him as he fell back. "boss!"

other than the blonde and the twins, there seemed to be a middle schooler and a taller man. another had glasses, and well, one looked ambigious, feminine-leaning perhaps.

"doesn't the blonde remind you of someone?" yu whispered to them.

"yeah, someone that we know... can't seem to think of who it is" ieiri questioned with yu, thought bubbles practically seen above their heads as they thought long and hard.

"what happened to him, kyoya-senpai?" the feminine-looking one asked.

"it may be due to the fact that his customers have been stolen," the glasses one answered. kento recognized him, kyoya ootori, as his parents frequently invited the ootori family to the quarterly nanami galas as a thanks to the partnership of two families.

"my princesses! how dare they look at another man," the blonde immediately rose from the ground in a familiar way to kento, yu, and ieiri. a dramatic point was directed to satoru, "you, white haired student! have you come to steal my customers?"

"that should be our cue to go to them," kento lightly tapped ieiri and yu's shoulders, signalling them to head towards their members.

the chattering from the female ouran students silenced. it was also as if the red sea parted, a direct showdown line between the two groups.

this is how (y/n) ended up, almost crossing down the half. luckily, she looked up in time to stand with her club, sweatdropping in between. she eyed kento with a 'i thought you had it controlled,' which was responded with a head shake and shrug.

"customers? you called these beautiful ladies customers? what a shame. would never think that you were their prince. who might you be?" satoru pushed his sunglasses back onto his face, causing "aww's" of disappointment from the crowd.

"excuse you, i'm tamaki, the prince of the finest club of this school. the ouran host club, of course," he offered his princely smile and a rose to one of the female student bystander, who squealed and seemed to almost pass out.

"i got it, they're one of the same," (y/n) perked her ears up to ieiri and haibara whispering to each other, raising an eyebrow.

"host club? must have fooled me, there's an entire child in your group," suguru laughed as he directed the attention to the small child with the bunny in his arms, only to raise an eyebrow once he saw the taller one behind him straighten up.

"i assumed these ladies wanted someone mature, refined," sukuna showed his signature smirk to the ladies to his left, some fainting and some reaching for him.

"we are refined, right? men?" tamaki questioned with certainty in his voice.

"well, we offer brotherly love and boy lolita, i'm not too sure if that exactly counts as refined and mature, senpai," the feminine-looking one said.

"additionally, we have female hosts to those who are interested," it felt like lights highlighted (y/n) and ieiri when suguru mentioned their female host services.

"well, we technically also-" the twins' mouth seemed to be tied up by tamaki with a sheepish smile.

"so, really, what is the point of this? we have a whiny prince on our hands that can't accept the fact his ladies are talking to actual elite people, well in terms of taste," sukuna scoffed.

"you're right, kuna, why waste time with this nonsense of a host club when we can entertain the ladies here on the way to our next activity. manager princess, lead the way to where we have to go," satoru winked at the ouran host club before allowing (y/n) to take the reigns as she normally does.

she was too far lost other than knowing if ouran's host club is anything like the one she is in, their pride was certainly on the line. the last thing she saw before she turned around was a defeated tamaki with the twins fanning him, where had she seen that scene before?

"wait, we'll challenge you during this exchange event with whatever there is to offer to see who's the better host club," tamaki called out to them, still kneeling on the ground

gasps were heard from their audience. the jujutsu academy host club (more so the guys, ieiri and (y/n) could care less about a hurt pride) turned and eyed each other, reaching a consensus.

"hmm.. we never back down from a challenge. when and where can we discuss the terms?"

"music room #3, 3 p.m. sharp."

"we'll see you there."

(y/n) surely didn't know what she was getting herself into during this exchange event. everyday was already interesting enough with her own club. though, let's see what happens.

till next time !

intro completed.

#jjk fanfic #ohshc fanfic #gojo x reader #kyoya x reader #geto suguru #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #yu haibara #sukuna #tamaki suoh #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #hikaru #kaoru #haruhi fujioka

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ghostytoad · 9 months

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🎃 ROTTMNT Halloween Headcanons 🎃

Haunted House (X Reader) Edition

Summary: Date night at a scare attraction with Reader!

Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey, April, Cassandra, & Casey Jr

CW: Fluff, romance ig?, can be read as platonic, gn! reader

Halloween Headcanons - Haunted House Edition Pt. 1

Raph:

isn't too thrilled about the idea, would rather stay home with y/n and watch scary movies

but how can he say no to those cute lil' eyes?

has to hype himself up while waiting in line to be brave for y/n

"you can do this, raph. you're big. you're strong. you're definitely not afraid of a dumb ol' haunted house."

he will cling onto them the entire time and hide his face in their back

his arms will not leave their waist; it's his only lifeline rn

is v careful not to squeeze too hard tho

makes it farther than he usually does with his bros

does it all for y/n; he's gotta be there to protect them after all

has never made it all the way to the end tho

it usually ends with him running out of the house screaming like a little schoolgirl

carries y/n bridal style while he's running

refuses to stop until they've made it all the way back to the lair

promises to make it up to them every time tho

Donnie:

honestly? why even bother?

he can show you scarier things out on the streets of new york than you'd ever see at a cliche scare attraction

begrudingly goes anyways; pretends its against his will but any time spent with y/n makes him v happy

not that he'd ever admit it

spends most of the time pointing out where and when most scares will occur

it really ruins the surprise for y/n but he genuinely doesn't notice he does it

"cue yet another garish hockey slasher approaching from the left corridor in 3... 2... 1...."

will occasionally tease y/n for getting scared but never pushes them past their limit

if y/n decides to tap out early, he'll understand

doesn't stop him from reaching the end tho

decides to video chat with y/n the entire time tho to show them "what they're missing out on /s"

adds a few unenthusiastic aaaah's while he's still inside to cheer y/n up for tapping out early

Leo:

oho he is going to milk this opportunity to be your knight in shining armor

cocky and smug the entire time

promises y/n that they have nothing to fear as long as lightning leon is around!

will absolutely melt if y/n clings onto him

might even carry them koala bear style if they're too scared to move

"no te asustes, mi amor! let these big, strong arms protect you from the scary monsters!"

will probably jump out to scare y/n a few times

knows when to stop tho; he's not heartless!

finds it cute how scared they get and will let them know again and again how adorable they are

if y/n decides to tap out early, he does get a bit pouty but will leave with them

makes up for all his teasing with a big share of his candy haul

Mikey:

won't say no to a date night with y/n!!

he'd jump into an active volcano if it meant getting to spend time with them!!

he doesn't mind if it's a bit scary for him.....

does his best to reassure y/n that they shouldn't be too scared! mikey's got their back!

is incredibly good at putting a brave face on the entire time

will cling to y/n as much as he can

might get a bit spooked every now and then, but as long as y/n's with him, he can power through anything

checks in often to make sure y/n is okay

"a-are you good to keep going? n-not that i'm scared, i just want you to feel safe!"

will immediately tap out if y/n starts getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable

if y/n makes it through to the end, he will absolutely brag to everyone about how brave and cool they are

April:

she knows all the best spots and is psyched to take y/n to all of them!

will make a whole date week of it

v encouraging and supportive of y/n the whole time if they show any fear

"as long as we stick together, we've got this thing in the bag! we're the power couple to end all power couples!"

doesn't mind y/n clinging onto her and uses her hoodie as a face cover if they get a bit too scared

if she does get scared (rare), she will instictively reach out for y/n's hand

would never tease y/n for getting scared, but will giggle at how undeniably cute their screams are

lots of "scared face" selfies!!

tries to encourage y/n to keep going if they start slowing down but will not hesitate to tap out if needed

takes y/n to meet all the scare actors after closing to help them get over their fears a bit

likes to end the night with a horror movie marathon and a sweets binge

Cass:

doesn't understand it.... but if it makes y/n happy then she must oblige

might need to be talked through the concept a few times while waiting in line

is a bit surprised and caught off guard if y/n decides to cling onto her

she won't reject it, she's just unsure how to reciprocate

she's definitely beat up a few scare actors that've gotten a little too close to y/n for comfort

"the masked one dares to threaten my y/n?! you will suffer unending retribution for your insolence!!"

will get incredibly angry if someone scares y/n too badly and demand an apology (and all of their candy)

keeps a close eye on y/n the entire time

if y/n decides to tap out early, she will swoop them up and carry them straight to the door

refuses to let them walk afterwards until they're absolutely 100% certain they're okay and not dying or anything

will consider it an incredible triumph if y/n makes it all the way to the end and will not let them forget just how amazing they are

Casey Jr:

he's a bit wary at first, but he'd do anything to make y/n happy

is nervous and a bit worried for y/n

what if y/n gets hurt? what if they end up getting traumatized from all the scares? would they make fun of him for being afraid? would they see him as weak?

stays on guard the whole time; firmly plants himself between y/n and anything that might scare them

will become a flustering mess if y/n decides to hold onto him for comfort tho

insanely protective and ready to defend; had broken a few props bc of this tho

checks in even more than mikey; is just incredibly worried for y/n

"are you alright, y/n? do we need to leave? just let me know when you need anything. i'm right here for you."

if y/n decides to tap out, casey won't hesitate to pick them up bridal style and rush through the nearest exit

growing up in the apocalypse, casey is v quick to make an escape so getting out won't be a problem for him

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maleyanderecafe · 6 months

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Akahane Academy (Visual Novel)

Created by: Scratchitone

Genre: Comedy

Akahane Academy is a parody and it knows it. All of the male characters the player meets in the beginning are yanderes, and all with long chins that will stab you through the chest. There are three different yanderes, all of which are kind of unique in their own way. The intended play is to go from top to bottom when it comes to routes, so I'll try to follow that order when writing this review.

The player heads to Akahane academy to meet up with their club leader, Yukina-san, the neko girl, who seems to be rivals with the main character. She tells the player that she's left a surprise for them in the classroom, to which they walk in and find three different guys, Hiro, the blonde cheerful one, Misaki the black more mysterious one and Yuusei the more aloof one. From there, the player can interact with them and get their route.

Starting with Hiro, the player stalks to him about some of the manga that they like, and finds out that he's in the cooking club. He shows the player around the home economics room, and lets the player have a taste of cherrypie that he just baked. However, upon taking the pie out, the player smells a strong iron smell, and sees that the pie has a human face stretched out on it. Hiro reveals that he killed all of the player's friends and turned them into pies so that no one else could have them.

If the player goes with Masaki, he starts to brood on about how nobody understands him (complete with an emo wolf in the background), until the player tries to resonate with him. Shocked by this development, he falls in love for the first time and ends up telling them that they will be together forever and ever.

Finally, if the player goes with Yuusei, he will continue to stare at her, sort of breaking waiting for them to notice him until Yuki-san enters the room. She states that this entire thing was revenge for winning the science fair, where she worked really hard on her project and the player won by... making something they don't even understand. As revenge, she ends up making the three boys to ruin their life. She ends up leaving and the player is now stuck with the three yandere boys.

As I've said, very much a parody, since they call everyone weeby names and have dumb things go on but it's great and I like it. Definitely the most "serious" route is Hiro's route since we actually do get to see him basically cook all of the player's friends (which explains why we see such few people in the school anyways and the fact that the Home Eco's room is mysteriously covered in blood. It's probably the most scary route in the entire game and it's a shock because it's likely the first one that you play. The other two are a lot more lax, with Masaki's being probably the most tame (and funniest one) since it plays on the trope of an overly emo/brooding male lead, and the image of him sitting under a tree with a wolf to symbolize his brooding side is actually hilarious. He falls in love and becomes rather protective afterwards but there isn't really too much after that. Masaki's has even less than that but there are little flashes of him smiling as he talks to the player and his figure becomes more creepy as it goes on. It gets interjected by Yuki-san revealing her whole plot of making three yandere guys to ruin the player's life (though I'll be honest so far the only one who actually did anything was Hiro after cooking all of those weird blood pies). Still, it really does lean into the weeby OWO UWU type of writing and it is pretty fun to play since nothing is really taken that seriously. Also man, those chins are so sharp I could probably cut cheese with them.

Anyways, short game, pretty fun. Lots of dumb moments. I enjoyed it! If you like more parody games/ comedic type of yandere games, try this one out- it's short and it likes to make fun of itself which I can always appreciate.

#Akahane academy #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #completed #visual novel

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Thinking about what a sweet, kind, silly and gentle hearted person Poe is until you piss him off and once that switch is flipped, he's a force to be reckoned with

Oh, did you mean? my most favorite? facet? of his character? that makes me lose my marbles? and also happens to be maybe my favorite character trope of all time? that? Okay I hope you were expecting an infodump because what-ho! that's what's happening, I have come prepared and with receipts, let's fucking go on how Poe Dameron is a goddamned force of nature and how the galaxy should be really fucking thankful his loyalty is first and foremost to the Resistance and to the Light, because if it wasn't...well, I'd dread to think, but it wouldn't be good for anyone else.

The fun thing for me, is that it has always been a part of Poe's character, right from The Force Awakens -- it's subtle, but it's there, hidden between the sassy quips in the face in danger and the professionality of Commander Dameron; little fleeting moments that tell you that Poe Dameron is not someone to be trifled with at all, including one of his very first scenes:

I'm 90% certain that Poe's gaze actually lands first on Tekka's body here, before lifting it up to glare at Ren - and that's more than just a defiant glare, that's a look of loathing. Which fits, considering that I do believe the Force Awakens novelization confirms that Poe rushes in without thinking, and acts on sheer anger/rage when he goes to shoot Ren after Ren kills Tekka.

(More lengthy thoughts under the cut, I was not kidding, I saved a dozen images for this).

And that look is far from the only moment in TFA that clearly goes "oh. yeah, Poe can be scary when he wants to be", there's this frankly delightful moment during the trench run when Poe sees a fellow pilot perish while covering him:

and then moments later, when Poe flies into the heart of Starkiller to destroy the oscillator, we get this shot:

that's far more than just determination/focus, he's angry. and he has every goddamned right to be - he was just held captive and tortured for (??) days, and this monstrosity just destroyed an entire fucking planetary system, and the very Republic that Poe has spent his entire adult life believing the inherent values of, that he thought could genuinely improve. Never mind the detail that Poe probably likely spent time on the Hosnian System, if he didn't live there temporarily during his time in the Defense Fleet.

But these shots makes it clear where the comic gets the idea from that the First Order might, y'know, actually be. A little bit terrified of Poe Dameron:

He's a serious threat, and ruthless when it comes to the First Order. People joke a lot about Poe being reckless, but I don't see a lot of recognition for the fact that he can be ruthless - he sees point b and dives straight at it, and he's absolutely relentless in his determination to take the First Order down.

The quickest possible way to enrage Poe is inaction or injustice. We see this clearly in the Last Jedi, when he believes Holdo is essentially leading them to their deaths and has thrown the Resistance away:

but we also see it as far back as Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka:

This conversation carries on for a page or so more, I think, with Poe arguing against the New Republic's decision to not act or investigate further (it's also what prompts him into going rogue to investigate on his own, which leads Leia into recruiting him for the Resistance).

And we've even seen it in material as recent as Free Fall, which means this is a character trait Poe has had his entire life:

(these do not paint my girl in a great light but like she's fucked up okay!! and being groomed into taking her mother's place it's fine, it's fine, she's my fucked up little blorbo)

anyway. so this is Poe when he's, probably about 16? 16 going on 17 here, and this is probably the angriest he's ever been considering how shocked he is about the chill in his own voice (which if you were ever curious why I say Poe's anger runs cold, it's because of this scene right here). He's so enraged by the injustice being carried out by Sotin, that he's genuinely - for the first time in the book - considering actually killing someone. And he gets into a screaming match about what the right decision is with Zorii.

(he also gets to punch Sotin later, by the way, if you even care. It's glorious. I love my favorite character who decides murder is okay if said murder is in question a guy who deals in the slave trade)

But also.

My favorite instance of this, ever, which rewrote my fucking goddamned brainchemistry in 2017 when I read it and made me have to step away from my computer and honest to god pace the length of my house to walk it off, is his confrontation with Terex in issue #13 of the Poe comics.

Because you know what?

This entire fucking exchange is personal, and almost/pretty much outright vindictive? Like at this point, Poe has solidly won this round - Terex has finally been defeated, and all Poe has to do is hand him over to the First Order. He knows, in doing so, Terex will likely be killed, and after who knows how long of Terex's bullshit meaning Poe couldn't trust his squadron, and the fact that L'ulo just died - well, Poe's not real broken up about it, which is fun in itself.

But then he asks Malarus if he can have a moment with Terex before he hands him over and Poe....uses that moment to gloat.

And y'all know me i don't use words like that for Poe but like. he kind of does? he asks a moment alone with terex specifically so that he can taunt Terex that he won, that Terex didn't beat him, and that in trying to take Poe down, Terex cost himself everything (a fact Poe happily rubs in his face), and even adds that "and when I give you to the First Order, I bet they'll take the rest."

So like. Yeah.

Poe knew full well they'd likely kill him, and spends the next few issues full heartedly believing that Terex was dead. And he taunts Terex with it here in this moment. It is TRULY glorious and honestly had 17 year old me's little head spinning because it was such a subversion of what I thought Poe would do -- but he did! He didn't try to figure out a way to spare Terex's life, and he used his final moments with Terex to make sure Terex knew that Poe was fully aware of what the choice he was making meant.

It's fucking DELICIOUS.

And I also love this panel from earlier into the issue:

Because again, it's a great illustration of how Poe can come off cold because of the art choices Phil Noto made here: look at the jacket. It's zipped up all the way to Poe's neck (a rarity for Poe), and just generally gives him this very closed off, cold appearance because he's at his wit's end in this issue, and he is angry about the circumstances Terex has forced him into.

So...yeah. Poe Dameron is a sweet, compassionate, silly guy who makes the worst fucking puns you've ever heard this side of the galaxy. He loves his droid, wears his mother's wedding ring with the intent to give it to the right partner someday, and loves all of his friends full heartedly and is generally the most tactile, affectionate person you will ever meet. He's pretty much everyone's best friend, because he has that kind of charisma and ability to make anyone feel like they're the most important person in the galaxy.

But Poe Dameron is also the man that the First Order seems genuinely intimidated/afraid of. He's the man that destroyed Starkiller base, and toppled the most powerful crime syndicate in the galaxy when he was just 17 years old. He is not someone you ever, ever want to piss off, because for all his warmth and love, Poe has an anger that runs cold, and when he hates something - it's just like when he loves something, he doesn't go half-way.

General Organa isn't the only Resistance general that can be absolutely terrifying in her own right as much as she can be gentle and loving. It's just that Leia's the only one anyone ever notices, because...well, Poe's silly and funny and usually kind of easy going.

And the fact that people underestimate him is what makes him that much more dangerous.

#userorb #ask box #my meta #poe dameron #listen. listen. he's SWEET and he's charming but also ongod the first order is /afraid/ of him and can you REALLY blame them #the best fucking trope in the world is the silly goofy soft characters that also can make that switch #to like. stealing from doctor who now. to going full oncoming storm #it's WONDERFUl #i love it so much we need more instances with this trope #flashing gif #death mention cw

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a rainy day with seventeen

❝ seungcheol ❞

━☆ you were stuck at the bus stop because of the rain and it was the only place you could take shelter at. somehow seungcheol knew this and surprised you by picking you up from the bus stop, a surprised smile on your face when you saw him running towards you holding an umbrella. he'll lightly scold you for not carrying an umbrella as he takes your hand in his so you can walk back to the car. by the time he drops you home, it’s still raining. you convince him to stay over because you didn’t want him to leave and he obliges because how can he say no to you. once it's stopped raining, you'll pester him about wanting to go for a walk in the cool air and he'll chase after you, wrapping a scarf around your neck so you'll be warm. the air is cold and chilly, and the ground is wet with puddles here and there, and you start reminiscing about your first date with him.

❝ jeonghan ❞

━☆ pure mischief and will definitely put his cold ass hands on your bare waist, his hands slipping under your shirt, making you squeal and jump in surprise. he'll chuckle, wrapping his arms around you tighter, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you threaten to put salt in his tea instead of sugar. you guys watch rom coms and cuddle, except jeonghan is very clearly hogging the blanket and when you bring it up to him, he says that he’s not and that the blanket was made for one person anyway, making you scoff. you get another blanket, scooting away from jeonghan and he’s not even paying attention to the movie anymore, he’s looking at you. he’ll butter you up with his sweet smile, double wrapping you in his blanket too, pulling you to his side as he presses a kiss to your lips, the movie is long forgotten.

❝ joshua ❞

━☆ it’s been chilly, gloomy and rainy all morning so you steal his hoodie and stay in bed with shua. you guys make simple ramen for lunch since you weren’t in the mood for cooking. the rain has gotten harsher, turning into a thunderstorm and after a while, he says he wants to watch a horror movie. something creepy. you really don’t want to but you give in, i mean how scary can it be right? but jokes on you because it was creepy and scary. you were definitely not made to watch horror, your face covered behind the pillow the entire time. joshua noticed this, chuckling as he paused the movie. “see, this is why couples should watch horror movies together, so we can cuddle”, he says, pulling me closer. "whatever”, you say. "here this will make you feel better” he says, kissing you. “if you get scared, i’ll just kiss it away hm”, he says. needless to say, there were a lot more kisses that night.

❝ junhui ❞

━☆ there was a power cut, so with no internet or entertainment, you guys decided to keep yourselves entertained with some games. you end up playing uno and it soon turns into an intense game. you put a +2 on jun and he counters with a plus +2 back. you add another one and he adds another, making you gasp in shock. “babe that’s not fair”, you complain. “what i played fair baby you better be drawing 6 cards now”, he says. you narrow your eyes at him drawing 6 cards. the game goes on for a few more rounds and you end up losing while you mumble about how the cards were not shuffled properly otherwise how could he manage to get all those darn +2 and +4 cards.

❝ hoshi ❞

━☆ knows you like this type of weather so he comes over. you're layered up in a hoodie – hoshi’s stolen one to be exact and he frowns, coming up to pull the sleeve. “hey, isn’t this mine? i thought i lost it”, he says. “i guess it’s mine now, finders keepers”, you say, playfully sticking your tongue out at him, making him chuckle. you guys end up cuddling on the couch, looking for something to watch. you end up surfing netflix for a whole 15 minutes and you still haven’t managed to find a decent movie to watch until oshi takes the remote and just plays the next movie that shows up next. and he ends up playing a pretty decent thriller movie. you pause the movie halfway for a popcorn break. you both make guesses as to who the killer is, making a bet and the loser has to buy dinner. hoshi loses and is pouting so much but buys dinner nonetheless. you’re happily eating the ice cream for dessert while hoshi gives you a weird look for eating ice cream in this cold weather. “what?i just wanna eat my ice cream in peace okay”, you say. he ends up stealing a few spoonful's of the ice cream too.

❝ wonwoo ❞

━☆ it was cold and gloomy, heavy gray clouds were gathered in the sky. you were waiting for wonwoo to come since he had said he would be coming over, but soon it started raining and the rain got heavier. the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to open the door. he stepped in and you noticed the wet spots on his jacket and how his hair was slightly wet too. he must have got caught in the rain. you take the box of macarons from his hand and turn to put it on the counter as you hear him say he needs to get something else. wonwoo enters again and walks toward you, rubbing the back of his neck like he was nervous about something. “i know you said no pets but i saw this kitten on the street in the rain and had to rescue him”, he finally says. “ooh that’s okay but-“, “i got his entire family” he adds and it takes you a moment to process what he said. “what do you mean entire family??”, you ask and that's when you hear a high pitched meow, followed by another, and another and you walk towards to meows to find a box of three kittens looking back at you. you turn your head to wonwoo, waiting for an explanation. “i just couldn't leave them there in the rain, plus they looked really cute”, he defends. “i’ll help you find homes for them, just let them be here for a few days?”, he asks since he can’t keep them because of his work schedule. “alright”, you agree, looking at those cute fluffy kittens and over the days they did grow on you.

❝ woozi ❞

━☆ you were stuck in woozi’s studio with him since it had been pouring for hours now, but you weren't complaing. it was nice to see him work and be with him there. you took this chance to get to know more about woozi’s music process and how he made it. he showed you a few demos too and when it came to this one particular demo you saw how the lyrics reminded you of a lot of the things you guys did together and times you were with him. then it hits you – the song is about you. you look at him and he’s well a bit flustered. he'd then proceed bashfully explain that it was about you and just thought it would be nice to write a song about you to capture all his love for you in a song.

❝ minghao ❞

━☆ lots of soft moments with minghao during rainy days. he loves making tea with you on rainy days, talking you through the entire tea ceremony process as you listen intently as he explains it with such joy and passion. and maybe later he’d put on some slow music and take your hand, bring you out to the center of the living room, slow dancing with you as the rain poured. you’d smile shyly as you danced and swayed. he’d be the sweetest ever.

❝ mingyu ❞

━☆ rainy days with mingyu consist of baking. the urge you have to bake every time it rains is big, so you’re already in the kitchen, dragging mingyu along with you as you put the apron on him. you decide to make thumbprint cookies this time and you guys end up always end up bickering a lot. you always fight over how to do things and who is the better way. you just huff and give mingyu all the whisking and hard mixing work because he may as well put those muscles to use. the cookie dough is rolled into balls and you press it down gently before pressing your thumb in the middle. mingyu does some too and the difference between your thumbprint and his makes you laugh. you turn back to grab the jam bottle but it's’ screwed tight and you’re struggling to open it. mingyu notices and reaches out to help you but you move away. “no i can do this gyu”, you say, holding the bottle as you try to unscrew the ridiculous tight lid. you struggle for a few more minutes while mingyu is just looking at you with an amused grin, trying to keep it together. “babe, you need help?”, he prompts again. tou hand him the jar in another huff and he opens it effortlessly which should be a crime. him and his useless muscles. “i loosened it for you okay”, you say, taking the jar from him as you walk back to the table, hearing him chuckle in response. you’re busy spooning the jam in the middle of each cookie when you feel mngyu’s arms wrap themselves around your waist as he rests his head on top of yours. “you’re so cute”, he says, leaning down to peck your cheek.

❝ dokyeom ❞

━☆ you guys end up getting stuck in the rain, and the downpour didn't look like it would stop anytime soon. he whipped out an umbrella which was far too small for two people, but he said you guys could manage and you walk home together, dokyeom's hand wrapped around your shoulder as he held you close. little did you know he was holding most of the umbrella to you, so you wouldn’t get wet and his other shoulder was getting wet but he didn’t mind. he wanted you to be okay. when you reach home you realize this and a string of complaints leave your lips. “why didn’t you put the umbrella on your side too, look at you, you’re all wet now”, you say as you come back with a towel to help him dry his hair. “what if you fall sick hm”, you say, feeling bad but he kisses your worries away, assuring you it was okay and he would be okay. even if he wakes up with a slight cold the next morning, you’re not letting him get out of bed. you cuddle with him and mumble about how he got sick because he was being careless last night.

❝ seungkwan ❞

━☆ you had actually decided to go on a picnic date for the evening but the weather flipped and it was pouring now. you were glad you didn’t leave otherwise you'll have been stuck in the rain and gotten very much drenched. seungkwan decided that you can just have the picnic on your living room floor. he spreads the blanket on the floor and spreads out what you had prepared, patting down on the spot next to him, beckoning you to come to sit next to him. you help him clear up the mat after eating and lie down on it together, resting your head on seungkwans stretched arm. you both end up falling asleep like that.

❝ vernon ❞

━☆ he took this opportunity to teach you how to play mario kart so you could play with him. you learn slowly, vernon holding your hands as he guides you on how to use the gaming console as he explained what is does, helping you through one trial round. then you guys have a match and of course vernon wins. you keep saying one more until you fully become determined to beat him. and maybe vernon loses one round on purpose so you can finally win.

❝ dino ❞

━☆ lazy mornings in bed with dino on gloomy rainy days. you both woke a bit late, with you waking up first, turning to one side, facing dino as you watched him. you smiled to yourself and leaned in to peck his cheek softly. he stirs away slowly, opening his eyes, smiling upon seeing you. soon your stomach grumbles and you ask him to make pancakes saying you’d wash the dishes. the smells of the pancakes waft into the room so you get up, raiding the wardrobe for his hoodie, putting it on, feeling warmer instantly. you sneak up on him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you give him a hug.

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Steven's pov: Dropping By

Marc Spector & Steven Grant & Reader

691 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Marc's trying to do something nice for someone he likes, but Steven comes out instead.

Sand slipped out from the gaps between his fingers. Watching it fall back into the desert seas. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but it started to feel like home among the ruins. He knew now this was where Marc almost died. Where Khonshu took advantage of him. How funny that it seemed to have become Steven’s serenity. How he kept returning to this specific place. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. He wouldn’t look at the lines in the sand of where a body had dragged itself up the steps. Or the stains of blood. Or the bodies outside. Inside there. For the smallest of moments. He felt safe.

Then his mom walked in. Wasn’t the first time she’d shown up somewhere in his headspace. He used to greet the arrival wholeheartedly. The illusion of all those good memories had crumbled away long ago. He didn’t greet her with a hug or joy. He slowly backed away when she approached, causing her to stop. Eyes glanced down to her empty hands and finding that alone still scared him. Something else coiled around in his chest. An underlying wound he felt whenever he thought about what she did to Marc. To them.

“I’m sorry mom. I gotta say it. What you did, it weren’t right.”

He expected her to strike him but she didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Looked less like the mom he knew and more like the mom Marc knew. It was unnerving. Didn’t stop him from continuing. The words bubbled out in his building resentments.

“I never said goodbye. I just wanted a mom that loved me and all I got was this. You were supposed to protect us. You were supposed to love him unconditionally. I want you gone. Out of my head. For good. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

She stepped forward and Steven cowered back into the corner. Trapped. His hand coming up to his mouth. Fear and apprehension bit into his every word. He covered his face to hide.

“Get out please. Go. I need you to leave me alone. Go please. Go away. Go-”

“You're safe. Steven. Take some deep breaths.”

The yank back to reality was so quick he hadn’t realized the words were being muttered while he kept his face covered. He popped up in a daze. Overthrowing Marc from the front so he could ground himself. Entirely disorientated and not even sure where the hell they were. An apartment, but not his own. Relief of not being back there washed over him.

“Yeah. Alright, yeah. Doin’ loads better.”

“Sure? You were wigging out a second ago.”

“I’m fine. Super. Why wouldn’t I be? What’re we doing here for?”

Marc went quiet, finally. He could think. Steven was standing in some rando’s kitchen. Food everywhere in the middle of preparation. Was he making himself a flipping sandwich??

“You didn’t break in here did you?”

“I did but it's a friends place-“

“Marc. We talked about this. We can’t be showing up places unannounced. Vampires don’t go in places they haven’t been invited and raid the cupboards, neither should we. It’s just rude.”

“That’s not how vampires work and it ain’t for me. Here. Let me take over. I'll finish up and we'll go.”

"Oh no, mister. No. It's my body too and you're not booting me out again. I didn't even know you could make friends until you let me meet that nice angry lady and handsome devil. What happened with those translations anyway?"

"Steven-"

A door opened and Steven spun around looking alarmed. Looking around and going for the closest thing. Spatula. Not sure if he was going to throw it or fend off an attack with it.

"Ello!" He tried to make it sound light and casual. Entirely less scary than being in his own head. A small wave with the spatula before bringing it back into a two-handed hug against his chest. "I'm making sandwiches. I think. I don't really know what I'm making actually. Is this your place? Do you want me to go? Because I can. Willingly. I won't be a problem."

#steven grant #marc spector #moon knight #moon knight rp #oscar isaac #open rp #open starter #stevens pov

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lorillee · 11 months

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btw i feel vindicated by your passionate dislike of Shelly DeKiller. It's been a while since I've played any AA games so I forget why I don't like him but since he's fresh in your memory; why don't you like the guy?

INCREDIBLY funny that you ask this right now because i literally just had a discussion with one of my younger brothers who is also getting into ace attorney about this. anyways i hate shelley for two reasons.

NUMBER ONE: what he did to maya. this is classic like "i hate the villain because he did bad things" but like . its maya. he was literally starving her ill kill him with my own two hands just for that

NUMBER TWO: he sucks at his job and is so tryhard edgy and yet everybody insists on pretending that hes SOOOOO scary and SOOOOO competent and SOOOOOOOOOO crazy like. okay. okay just look at this and tell me youre not getting second hand embarrassment

like this is truly next levels of edgelord cringy. and the worst part is everybody ACTS LIKE IT ISNT!!!!!!! theyre all like WOOOOOHHHWWW SHELLY YOURE SOOOO COOL AND SOOO EDGY AND SOOOOO SCARY AND YOUR LAST NAME ISNT THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING KNOWN TO MANKIND !!!!!!!!

and like. hes just not good at his job. like hes really not. he literally walks around the hotel in absolutely 0 disguise other than wearing a bellboys outfit (couldnt even be bothered to cover up the incredibly noticeable and identifiable scar that literally splits his entire face in half) and takes the payment from his client in the MIDDLE of the HALLWAY??????? IN A HOTEL WHERE THERE IS AN ACTIVE CONVENTION????? FILLED WITH REPORTERS AND PAPARAZZI AND RANDOM FANS WHO ARE ACTIVELY PUTTING GIFTS OUTSIDE THE DOORS OF BOTH THE CLIENT AND THE VICTIMS ROOMS (YOU KNOW. THE ROOMS WHERE THE VICTIM WAS KILLED AND THE CLIENT IS GETTING PAID)?????????? and not only that but he literally didnt even notice when SOMEBODY SAW HIM???????????!?!??!?!?! hes just BAD AT HIS JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also bonus points for literally not even noticing that he was being recorded while he was killing the victim. like..... me when im an assassin and i dont even check the room to make sure its not bugged and then everybody is so scared of me forever because im soooo cool and im soooooo edgy and im soooooooooo shelly de killer

and also this is more of a pet peeve but people are like "omg.... hes a killer...... with a MORAL CODE !!!!!!!!!!!" because he values the relationship of trust between himself and his client but no he doesnt have a moral code he just has like. stipulations. thats....... not the. uh. same thing. though to be fair this could just be a weird translation

#I HATE THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ask #snoopysnoconemachine #ace attorney #shelly #<- still not tagging his last name. its an embarrassment

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deathisanartmetzli · 2 years

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TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @deathisanartmetzli @attysullivan

SUMMARY: Metzli goes to Portia for help coordinating a will, and the two are interrupted by time altering.

WARNINGS: Body Horror

Portia had only recently been expanding her practice to deal with non-criminal matters. Wills was certainly one of the areas in this town that was growing in popularity. That was to be expected in a town with a large number of early in life deaths. It made people think about their mortality a bit more than usual. Especially people who may be concerned about what they might be leaving behind. Portia fully understood why her new client was worried about how their non-blood related loved ones might be impacted in the event of their untimely passing. It wasn’t something a lot of people wanted to think about, but it was important to.

Their appointment was later in the day and Portia was running slightly behind schedule. As a result, her office was a bit messy - with case papers covering the entire surface of her desk. When she heard the knock at the door to her practice, she quickly realized the time and tried to organize herself a bit. After a few seconds of shoving papers into piles, she decided it was good enough and she went to answer the door with a wide and warm smile. “Hi! Come on in. You’re Metzli, right? I’m Portia.”

The day had been unnervingly long, dragging in a way that only served to strengthen the buzz of nerves beneath their skin. Meeting new people was easy and so were most legal matters. But what Metzli was doing meant something huge, something that was supposed to be unachievable thanks to who they had been molded to be. They had done the impossible and made something of themself. And despite their parents lingering close behind them for a few more moments before they retrieved their salt, Metzli felt empowered. Their parents could yell all they wanted. The proof of their abilities and worth were quite literally in their arms as they knocked on the door, organized in a folder so that they could make a will.

Smiling, Metzli greeted Portia with an equally warm smile, with a hint of timidity. “Yes, hello. Nice to meet you, Portia.” Brows rose and fell as they reacted happily to finally meeting the online lawyer they found. She seemed kind and compassionate. Human, too. Probably. They hoped. If she were, that was a plus in their mind. No hoops to jump through and no extra caution they needed to take even though Metzli would likely take it anyway. It was easier to. Living as long as they had, it was just a force of habit. “I brought what you told me to,” They sat down on one of the open chairs and got comfortable, sifting through what they had. “And maybe some extra. I really don’t know what I’m doing. Never thought I’d even get here.” They chuckled, shifting in their seat nervously as they fixed their posture, too stiff and awkward for their upcoming joke. “Had to give an arm for it. Heh, heh…”

Initial client meetings were always the easiest part of the job in Portia’s opinion. Not every lawyer felt that way though. There was a lot of navigation to do when just meeting someone, and legal issues had a tendency to be rather delicate. Admittedly, most of the wills that Portia worked on were for older people in town. Even in a place like White Crest where the mortality rate was staggering, younger people tended to not want to face that part of their fate. Metzli, however, didn’t look like they were much older than she was.

“Sorry the place is a bit of a mess right now.” Portia moved to the other side of the desk, pulling out a blank notepad as she sat down. The joke wasn’t great… but it still made Portia laugh softly. She appreciated people who could make light of the hardships in life. “Don’t even stress about it, really. People think wills are some big scary event because it's a legal document, but really it's a rather simple process.” As she looked over at her new client, Portia tried to size them up without making it obvious that was what she was doing. “So, why don’t we start by you telling me a bit about yourself and what you’re looking for out of a will?”

Metzli shifted in their seat, prepared to give the story they had always given to people they didn’t know they could trust. It was similar to the truth, but by no means the same. “Well, I uh, immigrated here alone from Mexico when I was younger. Mostly spent time homeless and trying to figure out the language and get myself papers. I am—was illegal. I have my paperwork.” Their knee bounced, always hating that fact. It always painted a picture of the type of person they never were, that none of their people were. Stereotypes conjured up from the minds of the ill-hearted and the selfish. The people who made it harder for Metzli to assimilate. And while that was long in the past, the trauma of it still lingered, still made them flinch when it came to people in Portia’s position. One of intellect and power, combining them for either good or evil. Luckily, she seemed like the former.

“But obviously, I’ve made something of myself now and have made my own little family. Believe it or not, dealing with art can be tricky business. It’s a lot of money. Money means power, and power draws in some pretty shitty people. So, I need a will, just in case.” Along with being a vampire that fought deadly creatures at least three times a month, and most everyone they loved were supernatural. Whatever the case though, there was danger, and there was nothing Metzli loved more than being prepared so they could have peace of mind. “Not much to me than that really. I just want to make sure my family is okay. I’ve never had one, so I want to do things right.” Do them in a way their parents never would have. They’d be different. They’d be better. “Is that…too much info?” They tensed, lowering their gaze to avoid Portia’s. “Sorry.”

Portia wasn’t exactly sure why, but based on their seemingly reserved energy she didn’t expect Metzli to give so much detail about their life. It wasn’t uncommon, a lot of people felt nervous telling their story to others. Especially a story with a fair amount of hardships. “I don’t care if you do or don’t have paperwork,” She quickly added. “Not saying I don’t believe you or anything like that. It’s just… none of my business, really. And, more importantly to our considerations, it doesn’t impact your ability to have a will.”

One of the more important aspects of her job, usually, was building a connection with the client. It was more crucial with her criminal clients, however, because she needed to quickly gain their trust and confidence so they’d hopefully be forthcoming with her. Wills was a bit different, but their story felt so compelling, and they had been so honest, that Porta decided to share too. “Not too much at all. I grew up in foster care and group homes, never had any family myself. I saw a lot of good people end up in really bad spots. It’s always nice to see people end up on top after a rough path.” She began jotting down some notes on the paper in front of her: sizeable estate, art business. “So, the best way to think about the will is identifying who you want to leave your assets to. Is it all going to one person? Are personal assets going to one and business assets to another? Or do you want to divide certain percentages of things to a variety of people?”

“Foster care? I’m sorry. That’s…that’s a whole different kind of trauma. Um…” Metzli bit their lip, wondering how much more to disclose before it was too much. They decided to move on though, finding that their past was a little much for anyone, even them. “Life’s crazy. It’s pretty amazing what you’ve made for yourself. I think what happened was more of a motivation ‘cause you don’t want to repeat anything…” They looked out the window, musing aloud with a small smile, “As my partner would say, bear fruit by watering it with the tears of turmoil.” Looking back at Portia, they slouched slightly, digesting just how out of place they truly were even with all the work they had put in.

The folder in Metzli’s hand crumpled as they tightened it into a fist, but they didn’t let their discomfort show in their expression. Portia wasn’t being malicious by any means, and her education was obviously hard-earned. That didn’t stop the insecurity from taking grip of their throat though, making them feel incompetent as different terms were thrown around like they were common. But, Metzli didn’t want to shift the meeting negatively, so they took a steadying breath and focused on the similarities Portia seemed to have with them. She was an ally, not an enemy, and she knew what it was like to pick herself up despite the crushing weight of pain. So, they smiled, unfurrowed their brows and sifted through their information.

“My gallery will likely go to my associate, Abigail Varcroft. She is my co-curator and friend. Probably the only person I’d trust with it.” Sifting through the gallery files, Metzli reached the estate papers, and read what they had planned. “For my house, it’s a large property, but I’d like that to be divided between my partner, Ellie Macleod and my little sister, Cassidy Torrence.” They tilted their head side to side, grimacing. “Ellie will likely not accept, but I want her to have a home there regardless. And as for my storage units…” Several papers were taken out and placed in front of Portia, outlining the four units they had. “These contain paintings and special items of mine. Most of the paintings will be displayed in rotation at the gallery, and the special items will be split among Ellie, Cass, Abigail, Correy Owens, Victoria Mossberg, and Regan Kavanagh. I’ve outlined which units each person will sift through, and they can have their pick from there.” They paused, finding a final piece of paper they had worked on for days. Tears welled in their eyes, knowing the contents intimately. “And this is how I want the will to begin when it comes to words from me. I…I heard that was common.”

“That’s a really beautiful sentiment. I tend to agree with your partner… there are certain things we just can’t control.” More things than she had previously even presumed, she was learning. “What we can control is all that matters. That’s where we should spend our energy.” As much as she believed the words, Portia still had trouble accepting exactly what things were out of her control lately. Maybe if she kept thinking it, kept saying it, she’d begin to fully believe it herself.

Portia couldn’t help but notice the shift in posture followed by a small bit of silent tension. It was always curious to her to see how differently people reacted in the same situations. Some people were anxious, others distraught, some content - and nearly everything in between. There was no wrong reaction, however, in Portia’s mind. There was an old law school saying that when people are in need of an attorney they are often at one of the lowest points in their life. That was especially true for her criminal clients, but it carried into the other areas of law too. As Metzli began describing how they wanted their estate apportioned, Portia smiled softly and began taking down notes, making sure to maintain solid eye contact while she did so.

Just as they stopped speaking, Portia was about to ask a few follow up questions when she noticed their expression change yet again. No matter how many tears had fallen in that office - from all sorts of people for all sorts of reasons (including a fair amount of her own) there was always a heaviness that surrounded Portia. And an innate desire to do whatever needed to be done to resolve whatever sadness was being felt. “Yes, of course. And - you don’t have to share those words with me if you don’t want to. Some people write a letter, or letters, to be sealed up and given to or read to your loved ones at the will reading.” It was always in these moments that Portia realized what she didn’t have - someone to write a letter to. “I’m happy to include the language in the will itself too, though. Either way, I’m sure your loved ones would want to hear whatever it is you’ve written.”

All Metzli could do was smile as Portia agreed with them and responded as needed. She seemed to empathize greatly, and the very idea of that made their heart swell. It was a wonderful use of empathy, and the more they saw it in action, the more admiration they had for Portia. She’d had that ability her entire life, and she had honed it into something she could use for good. “I know this is your job, but I’ve gotta say, you’re making this really easy. You’ve got a really nice energy to you. I don’t say that lightly either. I hate most people.” They chuckled and then suddenly swallowed despite the happiness they felt, like there was something ominous blanketing the room.

Heightened senses came in handy in those moments, when the world shifted and others were blind to it. In an instant though, Metzli quickly realized those wouldn’t be needed. Everything skewed visibly, changed and renewed with a life it had far surpassed. In other words, something was happening, just as it always did. “Do you feel that?” Their teeth clenched, a breath hitching in their throat as they watched their suit alter into something they hadn’t seen in decades. It was a time Metzli enjoyed fashion-wise, but that was the only aspect that brought some sort of joy. “Oh fuck. Do you see that? I don’t—this feels weird.” They’d heard of time issues happening with Cass, but never did they expect it to happen to them. At least, they hoped it wouldn’t.

“Don’t give me all the credit here. I know you only brought these lists and such because I asked you to - but you’d be surprised how many people simply… don’t do that. Or don’t think about what they want their will to say at all until they’re sat in that chair.” In all honesty, Portia wished that most of her client meetings went this easily. Over the years she learned how to handle pretty much any type of person who walked through her doors but just because she could reign people in didn’t mean the process wasn’t draining.

Portia had been jotting down a few notes when she heard Metzli’s question - and at nearly the same time she noticed that the ball-point pen that had been in her hand was now a fountain pen. And the subtle humm of the air conditioning system began flickering in and out. “Fuck.” She muttered, only slightly under her breath. Portia was more annoyed than freaked out this time. Which was not the reaction she ever thought she’d have time-traveling for the second time in as many months. Not that she ever thought that would be something that would happen at all. “There’s uh, well I actually cannot explain what is happening in the slightest actually.” As she looked up at Metzli, Portia saw the last remnants of their time period shifting. “Something like this happened to me recently. It didn��t last long.” This certainly wasn’t the same time period - noted by the lack of scratchy tweed outfit and ungodly tight undergarments. “Things were a bit different though. And there was a giant pink bug that I’m hoping doesn't make a repeat appearance.”

“You’ve been through this before?” Metzli’s eyes widened, adjusting themself in their seat as they watched everything transform. Portia looked more annoyed than anything, which was a stark contrast to their reaction. Panic wanted to seep into their nerves, guide them into a blur out of the room, but they knew that would be a poor choice. They got especially bitey when things took a turn like that. Instead, Metzli’s knees bounced rapidly, a quick release for the anxiety that was steadily rising. “Okay,” They began, rising from their seat as they looked down to review their new, or rather, old garments. “If I’m wearing this shit again, we must be in the forties, and I did not have fun then.” They huffed, not caring about what they said. As far as Metzli was concerned, it didn’t really matter that they revealed what they truly were. If Portia had time traveled and seen a giant bug, then she knew about the other side of White Crest, and the more honest the two were with each other, the easier it would be to work together.

Patting their pockets, the only thing that could be found was an empty wallet, cigarettes, a lighter, and a few coins. Metzli grumbled for a few moments, looking around until they reached a window to see the outside world. The sun burned, but they didn’t care. They were too focused on the old cars and then a sudden bang on the door. “What the fuck was that?” Within a few strides, they reached the doorknob and twisted it, whipping the door open to reveal a creature walking around clumsily in the waiting room. A sharp, cold shiver ran down Metzli’s spine as they fell back on their ass with a hard thud. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” They exclaimed, watching as the creature jumped itself but it only screeched and crawled until it met the door. Its flower-like head opened, layering back one by one, showing off sharp and terrifying teeth. Metzli crabbed back awkwardly on one arm, hitting the desk with another loud noise. Much to their relief, the monster didn’t react, seeming to be relatively senseless. Regardless though, they whispered as they stood, training their eyes on the beast while they backed their way to Portia. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”

Portia was trying to figure out the best way to explain what she had been through before. Unfortunately, she honestly didn’t even understand it at all herself. The last time was just as sudden and unexplainable as this time. Before she was able to find the words, however, she heard them say something about being around during the … actual 1940s? That couldn’t be right. “Wait, what do you mean you didn’t have fun then? I was under the impression you hadn’t…” she gestured around to the old-timey outfits and decor, “done this time jumping thing before.”

Her mind was racing with possibilities as to how Metzli could have existed in the 1940s but still look like they were only in their 30s. So much so that when there was a strange rattling at the door it took Portia a few seconds to react. “Wait, No! Don’t open it!” But it was too late. The terror and panic that she should have felt when the world had begun shifting was now hitting her like a ton of bricks. As soon as she laid eyes on that… thing, Portia let out a rather loud scream and without thinking much just instinctively climbed up on top of her desk. “This is so so so much worse than the giant pink bug.” This thing didn’t even have eyes… so her solution of macing her problems wasn’t going to be an option. “That thing is blocking the exit! Where the hell do you suggest we go?!” Portia began looking around the room - not fully sure as to what things would still be nearby to use as a defensive weapon or what their 1940s counterpart would look like.

Taking off their suit jacket, Metzli broke off the long chain attached to their pants, making a plan as they went. “It can’t hear and it can’t see,” They spoke as they wrapped the chain around their fist, backing up with Portia behind them. “And by the looks of it, it can’t smell either. Mira, stay behind me. I…” They bit their lip, extending their fangs and shifting their brown hues to crimson. “I can protect you. You just have to listen to everything I say, okay?” Craning their neck, their right eye caught Portia’s hoping she would agree without resistance. Not that it would make any difference. Checking in was just a formality for Metzli. They’d go after the creature whether Portia wanted them to or not.

Without another word, they surged forward, cocking their fist back and sending it forward. Their fist met the creature’s face with a fleshy thud, throttling it back into the wall with monstrous force. Dead blood oozed between the chain links around their fist, but Metzli didn’t have time to check on it. The creature was screeching and scrambling to get on its feet, letting out a roar from the petals of its face. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” They mumbled to themself, backing up as they watched the being hack and hack until it shot out something from its throat. The substance landed on Metzli with a sizzle, burning through their clothes and onto their skin.

Metzli cried out and fell back, feeling like hell was taking domain over their arm. “Close the door! Close the ducking door!” They pleaded as they struggled to get to a wall to lean on. If they lost their other arm, both Metzli and Portia would be screwed, and they needed to assess as quickly as possible. “I can’t—my arm. It’s burning. I can’t move it. Fuck! Fuck!”

“Holy fucking shit…” Portia said in an almost breathless gasp after she saw fangs appear in her clients mouth. Emilio told her vampires were real, and it wasn’t like she didn’t believe him, but it was an entirely different situation to see one in person than to hear about them. She didn’t have time to think about all of that right then, though. If she was going to be continuously shot back in time and attacked by something that looked like it stepped out of a Guillermo del Toro movie, she was at least thankful that it always seemed to happen with someone more skilled in the supernatural than she was. Though that didn’t make the situation any less terrifying.

Unfortunately, Portia wasn’t really the type to just sit back and let other people take care of things for her. At least not fully. But for the time being, she had no plans on how to handle this situation - so if Metzli felt able to take the lead, she would follow. At first, at least from her vantage point, it seemed like they had a good handle on the creature. At first, anyway. “Why does everything spit stuff at people?!” Though unlike the giant pink bug, this one’s spit seemed to burn rather than harden.

“Close the door. Close the door. Okay, yeah!” Portia had always known that she was good under pressure, but to date most of the pressure she had had to perform under wasn’t so dire. While this was only her second time facing certain death from an unexplainable creature she was pleased to know that she didn’t freeze up even when things were very dire. Quickly, she jumped off of the desk and rushed over to her office door, just as she was about to slam it shut, however, she noticed that the fireplace in the lobby had a rack of tools next to it. Portia reached out and grabbed the iron poker before retreating back into the office and closing the door behind her. The thing must really have been blind and deaf because the whole time she was doing that, it didn’t seem to draw its focus towards her. “Fuck, okay… fuck.” Before Portia could try to think of anything that resembled a plan, she heard that creature slamming up against the door again.

Within a few moments of the door shutting, the nerves in Metzli’s arms slowly activated. Regardless of the pain, they were happy to have feeling back, and they tested their arm’s ability to move. It still had remnants of a burning sensation, but the skin was smooth to the touch. Confusion and worry contorted Metzli’s features and they couldn’t help but take a deep breath. As far as they were concerned, as long as the door kept, they would be fine, but they knew better than anyone that there always needed to be a backup plan. Portia’s poker would suffice in a pinch, but Metzli always preferred their own knives, and when they checked where their holster should’ve been, it was gone. Sucking their teeth, they ignored the thuds as best they could and staggered to their feet, shaking off the residual pain.

“I’m gonna go for round two,” Every step to the door was slow but steady, a wounded predator balancing its spirit within. “If it comes to it, force that rod down its throat. Bet that’ll at least stop that acid shit from coming out again.” A chuckle escaped Metzli, prompting them to place a gentle hand on Portia’s shoulder. She seemed to be holding back her own spiral, and while they couldn’t fix everything, they wanted to at least try. “And don’t worry. Not everything spits. I don’t. I just get real bitey.” They grimaced, remembering how scary that may sound to a human, “Promise I won’t bite you though. I’m a good guy. Watch.”

Metzli ripped the door open once more, timing it with the rhythmic attacks. The monster tackled the vampire, making the two a blur of limbs that sought to win dominance in a fight. Two snarling dogs that couldn’t latch their teeth into skin. One always won though, and a yelp pierced the air—Metzli’s. Their skin ripped away and as a last ditch effort, they pressed their hand into its throat to push its head up. “Do it! Do it!” They urged Portia to do what they’d mentioned before, begging for her fear to not cripple her into freezing.

“Round two? Are you fucking serious?!” Portia’s plan would have been to just hide under the desk until the thing went away. If it couldn’t see, hear, or smell, or … whatever - then how would it be able to find them if they were hiding? But who was she to tell a fucking vampire what to do and what not to do. Intrinsically, she could tell that their comment about biting not spitting wasn’t meant to elicit fear. That didn’t stop her eyes from widening at the comment, however. “That’s not fucking better, you know!” It was an interesting thing to see that most, not all … but most, of the supernatural people she had encountered seemed to have more of an interest in protecting her than harming her.

As soon as her office door flung open, Portia gripped the fire poker a little tighter and prayed that she wasn’t going to have to use it. After all, she was just a person and Metzli was evidently… far more than that. Within seconds, Metzli and this flower-neck creature were going at it with ferocity. As the attack unfolded, Portia noticed the faded wallpaper begin changing back to the soft blue hue of her present-day office setting. What was interesting was that as the physical world began to ficked back and forth between past and present - the monster also flickered in and out of existence.

If she had been thinking clearer, Portia wouldn’t have been so reactive when she heard the vampire call out for assistance. Instead, she took the fireplace poker that was in her hands and quickly lunged forward to shove the makeshift weapon down the creature’s throat. Just as she was making contact, however, the world stopped flickering. It had landed back in modern times but the action was already in motion. The poker flew down and now that there was no creepy monster between them, it went straight down and into Metzli’s leg. “Shit!” Portia called out, thankful that the poker at least didn’t seem to hit bone.

As the volmugger and Metzli fought for the upperhand, the vampire’s attacks hit and missed repeatedly due to time flickering back and forth. It made it impossible to land anything fatal, but maybe that was a good thing for their sake. That was until Portia finally listened to them at the exact moment everything snapped to 2022. Metzli screamed, their nerves going white-hot with the iron—no, it had changed to steel with the shift—whatever! It plunged into their leg and that’s all that the vampire could think about. That’s all they allowed themself to think about knowing that if they listened to Portia’s heartbeat instead of the ringing pain, they’d attack her.

“Just stand back! God! What the fuck!” Grabbing the poker, Metzli held it in place and pushed Portia back for her protection. In the next instant, they ripped out the rod and threw it to the side with a metallic clang. “I…need to…leave.” They utilized a calming breathing pattern in the process of standing despite not needing air, finding the action to be incredibly grounding. It was necessary if they were going to keep their teeth away from Portia’s skin.

“I need to eat or I’ll find you appetizing, and I really don’t want that. I don’t like hurting people.” Limping around the room, Metzli stumbled several times before they got to the door, leaning weakly against the frame for a few breaths to gather enough energy to continue. “ I’m pretty good with control, but I don’t want to risk it. Please be safe going home.” They didn’t say it aloud, but they’d be watching Portia during her trek home to ensure she’d be okay. It was the least they could do to make up for such a shit appointment.

While the panic of having to deal with that horrid monster had begun to fade, it was replaced with the new panic of the fact that Portia had a client laying on the floor bleeding and it was quite literally her fault. As she followed their direction and took a few steps away, she tried to remember where the first-aid kit was in the office. Surprisingly, they hadn’t really had to use it since Porita started working here three years ago.

“No, please, there has to be something I can do to help. You can’t just rush out onto the street with your leg like that…” Admittedly, however, Portia wasn’t even sure how she could help. If Metzli was a human she could just drive them to a hospital… but they definitely were not human. And if pushing to help meant she might get eaten, then it was probably best to let them do whatever it was they needed to do.

As she saw Metzli stumble towards the door, instinctively Portia took a few steps closer, wanting to at least offer her an arm for stability. But she stopped short of actually doing so. As much as she wanted to say there was no part of her that was scared of being near a wounded vampire, she was. Even if just a little. “Don’t worry about me getting home, are you serious? You’re the one who needs to be careful. I have a car here, I can take you somewhere if you need?”

Metzli hated to admit it, but they were struggling, and it’d be hours before they could manage to get themself home, especially with the sun still out. They wondered if it was worth risking Portia’s life to get a ride home before blinking at a possible idea. “If you’re sure, the gallery is nearby. I have food there and it’d be a hell of a lot faster to drive than walk.” Even less of a chance at finding a stranger delicious, and they were positive they’d have enough control to last a short car ride.

Regardless, they sifted through their pocket and retrieved a precaution for Portia. “If you get worried at all or if I snap at you, this’ll stop me.” Metzli handed over a small vial carefully, taking a few steps back when the sound of Portia’s heart began to echo in their ears. Their fangs ached to extend, but they took a steadying breath, and regained their composure to speak again as they limped toward the exit. “It’s holy water. Burns me really bad, but don’t worry about that. I just want you to be safe, okay?”

“Wouldn’t’ve offered if I wasn’t sure.” Well, Portia was mostly sure anyway. She’s already been in a car with a bleeding mara and a frightened fae before, might as well go for the trifecta and add a vampire to the mix. “The side door will get us to my car quicker.” While that was true, Portia couldn’t deny that part of her desire to use the back door was to avoid people seeing her assist a bleeding client out of her office. Portia really didn’t need people talking about that.

Portia took the small vial from them, examining it and wondering if it was, as Hollywood movies might suggest, holy water.

Then, doubling down on her efforts to help, Portia offered her arm out to Metzli as assistance in getting over to the side door. The office wasn’t all that big, so it wasn’t too far away, but it was clear that they were struggling. Instead of taking it, however, they stepped further away from her. So instead she just gripped the vial and made her way over to the side door. “So, you just walk around with a little bottle of something that will burn you?” It honestly spoke volumes about them as a person. As they approached the side door, she pulled her keys out of her car. “It might be more comfortable for you to lay down in the back seat?” Portia opened the back door before getting in the driver's side and turned the car on, waiting for Metzli to make their way over. “Just over to the gallery, right?”

“There are more things like me out there that aren’t so nice, and situations like these happen far more often than you think, so it’s just safer.” Metzli groaned as they plopped into the backseat, sighing as the relief washed over them. They’d be both out of harm’s way, and out of being that harm soon enough. “Got a wooden stake too, but I’d prefer you didn’t kill me.” Chuckling, they nodded, getting a little more comfortable. “Yeah, the gallery. Should be about ten minutes.” They closed their eyes and let the sound of the engine overtake their hearing, and the smell of the holy water deter any of their predatory desires. There would be no biting, and they were grateful there’d be no dying either. For either of them.

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anyway Kirishima x oc (no I did not spell that word wrong)

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I was used to every day being an adventure especially when you attend UA, but when a red-haired boy burst into my classroom, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Is Midoriya-san in this classroom?” the boy gasps looking over the classroom

“What do you need her for?” Sensei asks turning his attention to the other student.

“Her brother is in the infirmary; it was really serious this time.”

“Go, your make up work will be on your desk,” sensei states shooing me away.

I quickly scramble to get to the door and follow the red-haired boy taking a quick bow before scurrying out the door. Running after him I found that it wasn’t all that crowded, but we almost slipped when Present Mic sensei told us to stop running in the halls.

“Yes sir,” we both nodded as we instead fast-walked to the infirmary.

At the door my hand seems to stop just before the handle, my body froze in place staying behind the tallboy. He seemed to notice quickly and turned to look at me.

“Why? Why does he keep getting hurt?” I feel the familiar sting of tears as my voice cracks.

He just stands there and soon the hot tears are sliding down like a waterfall from my eyes.

He chuckles awkwardly. “Only a Midoriya can cry like that.”

“How did he get hurt?” I mumble through the tears.

“Bakugou well he was being too rough and…” he pauses. “That is a very scary look on your face Midoriya.”

I huff wiping the tears from my eyes. “Oh really, I wouldn’t know. Kacchan has been a pain in the ass for a long time now.”

“What?”

“He’s done nothing but pick on us for our entire lives, Izuku wasn’t unable to use his quirk until recently and he always teased him for being quirkless. But his attitude was what boils my blood the most.”

“Woah come on I’m sure that Midoriya is awake. Wait no, I haven’t asked but what is your first name?”

“Hisako, just call me that from now on.”

“Well, he’s in there.”

With a small nod I walk into the infirmary, my brother was lying in a bed covered in bandages.

“Oh, Midoriya-san. I think your brother is going to need help on the way home today,” Recovery girl smiles sweetly to me.

I send her a smile and bow slightly. “Um, I’m sorry that he troubles you so often.”

“I’m the school nurse that’s my job,” she shrugs.

“Not as much as you see him, please let me know the next time he’s in here,” I ask.

She sends a small nod. “Could I trouble you and Kirishima to mind the office for a moment? I need to go grab some things; I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

“I don’t mind, Aizawa sensei canceled the rest of class so everyone could rest,” the red-haired boy replies.

I nod as well and wave a little bit as she walks away. Taking slow steps toward the bed and just by my brother’s face when he makes eye contact with me, I know that my face doesn’t have the happiest expression.

“Hisako, there’s steam coming out of your mouth,” Izuku points out as I frown more.

I huff. “Oh really, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because my idiot twin brother has possibly broken his limbs again for whatever reason, I will never know.”

“I didn’t mean to get hurt, I’m just not used to my quirk yet,” he whimpers.

My vision is clouded. “Why couldn’t you have dad’s quirk or mom’s quirk or gotten it sooner? You basically get hurt every day, I don’t know if I should be surprised when you end up in the infirmary or the hospital.”

Kirishima awkwardly stands by the door.

“Hisako, please stop crying. You’re gonna flood the infirmary,” he pleads.

Taking a moment to calm down I sit down on the ground by the bed. My jaw ached as I clenched it shut, but I almost screamed when I was off the ground.

“We are going to wait in the hall for Recovery Girl to return,” Kirishima sighs as he walks out the door.

I look up at him confused as he keeps walking. “We’re not waiting by the door, are we?”

“I just watched you cry twice, and the second time was enough to almost flood the room.”

Shaking my head, I try to break free of his arms.

“Don’t do that or you’re gonna fall.”

“You expect me to sit in your arms?”

An all too familiar voice interrupts. “Hisako when did you stop wearing shorts under your uniform?” Asks the ash-blond about to walk out the door.

I cover my face. “That is the last question that I have ever expected you to ask, Kacchan.”

“I only noticed cause your shorts were always longer than your skirts.”

“Are you sexually harassing this girl, Bakugou?” a new voice interrupts [our conversation].

“She’s Deku’s damn sister,” Kacchan frowns.

Kirishima puts me on my feet and holds me steady. “I thought while we wait for Midoriya to recover a little bit she could sit in the classroom with us.”

“I’m going home, those two idiots should go home too,” Kacchan scoffs as he walks away.

Not paying him any mind as he walks away. “He’s right. I should go and collect my work and my bag.”

“Wait, you’re Midoriya’s sister?”

“Yes, last time I checked?”

“You look so much like him.”

“We are twins.”

“What’s he like at home?”

“Normal, what am I supposed to say?”

“How about we all sit in the classroom instead of making her stand out here,” Kirishima suggests pushing into the classroom gently.

The others comply and I find myself sitting at a desk surrounded by people.

“I have become a spectacle indeed,” I mumble shaking my head a little bit.

“You have really long hair,” someone points out.

“If I cut it my hair curls as much as Izuku’s,” I sigh.

When can I get ready to leave?

“Did you know about his quirk before we started high school?” the boy who had asked Kacchan if he was harassing me asks, he had blond hair and a little black mark in it.

I shake my head. “No, I didn’t know.”

“What is your quirk by the way?” Kirishima asks.

I raise a brow. “Hmm, I can breathe fire. So far, it’s only a red flame and a blue flame, it comes in handy when I’m working. And I can attract objects to me kind of like telekinesis if you want to call it.”

“So that’s why Midoriya was worried when smoke was coming out of your mouth,” Kirishima nods.

I shake my head. “No, I have a bad habit of literally blowing off steam when I’m angry.”

“She gets angry too often if you ask me,” Kacchan hisses as he throws a bag at me.

“Thanks, cranky pants,” I stick out my tongue.

Fixing my backpack, I look over at Kirishima. “By the way, I forgot to thank you, Kirishima.”

“Not a problem,” he laughs a bit sitting down.

“I have a vague idea of who everyone is, Izuku’s hero tracking notes always have really good pictures inside it. Mine can’t exactly match his but I gave him one on my class,” I chuckle a little. “From whom I can see Aoyama-san, Yaoyorozu-san, Uraraka- san, and Iida-san are here. And Denki is the one who asked if Kacchan was harassing me.”

“I wasn’t harassing you, usually you wear your damn shorts under your skirts,” Kacchan rolls his eyes.

“How would you know that Bakugou?” Kirishima asks.

He huffs. “She climbs trees too often, why do you have to be the one to get the cat anyway?”

“Because you might blow it up,” I shake my head putting the bag on the ground.

“What do you have in there?” Yaoyorozu asks.

I feel my cheeks heat up. “Um projects in progress. I’m trying to transfer to the support class because at first, I was trying to get into the hero course. Since I got placed in general studies, I thought I’d ask for a transfer after the sports festival.”

“You’re still making support items?”

“You act like we haven’t known each other for years.” I roll my eyes.

Placing the bag down I open it to look inside. “Damnit,” Pulling the smashed box out I frown. “No matter how many times I tell you not to throw my things you do it anyway.”

“Not my problem,” he waves off.

I frown at the broken contraption and sigh. “I made stuff for Izuku, but he never uses my support items.”

“What kind have you made?” Yaoyorozu asks looking at the box in my hand.

“In general, or for Izuku?” I ask looking down.

“You mainly make stuff for that damn Deku,” Kacchan hisses.

I raise a brow. “I made you plenty of things, but you find a way to blow everything up. You know how hard it is for someone to just get things that are nitroglycerine proof?”

“What have you made for Bakugou?”

“Can I tell em?” I mumble as he glares. “Well, I’m going to say it anyway. Sometimes Kacchan gets sensory overload, so I made glasses to first block his vision. The glasses had a sensor that read the rate in his heart to see if it’s irregular. One time I made him gloves to store some of the sweat from his gloves when we were in elementary school. He blew them up because he didn’t think to empty them. I made a mask to protect other’s when my fire breath was out of control, he got it caught in his backpack and you know what happened to that.”

“Wow.” Someone nods.

“We knew Bakugou was explosive, but we didn’t realize it was to that extent,” Kirishima laughs.

I take a glance at the time on my phone. “Could I have my brother’s bag if we get home too late my mother will worry?”

“That’s right,” Kirishima grabs my brother’s bag and walks toward the door. “Come on. I can help you two home.”

Raising a brow, I follow after and notice the second bag in his hand. “This isn’t going to cause an inconvenience is it?”

“No of course not,” he laughs.

I can feel Kacchan glaring daggers into my back. Walking slowly to the infirmary I find that my face sours as we get there.

“Hisa, what’s wrong?” Izuku frowns,

“Nothing don’t worry about it,” I roll my eyes as he sits up.

“Don’t make faces like that Hisako, he didn’t mean to get hurt like that,” Kirishima adds as he ruffles my hair.

This makes the buns in my hair loosen and I cover my face as the sections of hair roll out. The top part of my hair was significantly shorter than the bottom half so it curled like Izuku’s, I would put in the buns to keep from letting anyone see it.

“I didn’t know that was going to happen, I’m sorry.” Kirishima apologizes trying to look at my face through my hands.

“Let’s just get started going home,” I sigh as I shake my head.

Izuku wasn’t aware at first why Kirishima was with me, but when his legs refused his weight it became clear.

“Wait, we can wait a little bit longer before going home I don’t wanna bother Kirishima-kun,” brother mutters.

I roll my eyes. “I told mom that we are having a friend come by, also she texted me a little bit ago worried about why we aren’t back yet.”

“That settles that,” Kirishima grins. “I’ll carry you on my back.”

The only way I could explain the walk home was very embarrassing, to avoid any odd looks we walked all the way home. Once at the door I had to figure out where my bag was since I was the one holding everyone’s bags, I almost cried as I opened the door.

“You’re back, um welcome thank you for taking care of my kids,” mom smiles as Kirishima walks in with Izuku on his back.

“Not a problem ma’am, Midoriya is taking care of me more than I am him,” Kirishima smiles able to take off his shoes quickly.

“Izu got hurt during training, I don’t know what happened. That’s really all I know,” I sigh placing my shoes on the rack.

Mom pulls me into a small hug. “How was school?”

I place the bags down gently and slowly produce the small device from earlier. “Kacchan broke it again, how am I supposed to return something that he keeps breaking?!”

“You can fix it again, can’t you?” she asks a bit worried.

“Yeah, but I hate asking for money to buy the parts,” I grumble as we walk to Izuku’s room.

“You can help him in there, he has crutches for this exact reason,” I mumble.

Kirishima nods and puts my very quiet brother down. “It’s like a fanboy paradise in here.”

I shake my head and walk to my room about to close the door I almost jump when a hand stops me.

“What are you doing?”

“I was curious about what your room looked like,” he states.

“Let me change then you can invade my workshop,” I grumble trying to close the door.

Surprisingly he lets go of the door and I shut it locking it as I turn to look at the mess of old projects. Thanks to the slowly increasing time that Izuku was spending in hospitals or the infirmary I found that it was harder to keep up with all the things piling on my desk. Removing the school uniform, I pull a shirt and pair of shorts on, hoping to train a little bit before dinner.

Opening the door, I look around to see if he waited by the door, not finding the smiling red head I walk to Izuku’s room. “Hey, you can look now, it’s nothing special.”

“Sweet, I’ve been pretty curious about what you two were like since I met Midoriya,” Kirishima smiles.

“Don’t see why, we’re normal people like everyone else,” I mutter.

Izuku looks down then back up at me. “Hey, what happened after you left the infirmary?”

“We went to your classroom, Kacchan was looking up my skirt and then everyone asked questions. Nothing different from normal, this is the first time that we’ve been in separate classes,” I point out leaning on the doorway.

He seems to take a double take before asking. “Kacchan looked up your skirt?”

“Your classmate thought I was too teary eyed to walk on my own, Kacchan asked why I didn’t have my shorts like usual,” I sigh. “I’m going back to my room.”

Walking into the room I notice that the male was carefully inspecting the things on my desk.

“You know, you can touch the stuff. It won’t break easily, I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to that,” I state.

“Well I mean I was just looking; it wouldn’t be very right for me to touch your things without permission,” he nods.

Walking the room, I take a seat on my bed and raise a brow. “So, do you know how to get home from here, or do you need help?”

“Well it wouldn’t very heroic of me to lie, I am at a complete loss when it comes to getting home from here.” He admits rubbing the back of his hair.

I pick up my phone and quickly press the contact at the top. I wait a few rings before hearing a click.

“What the hell do you want you damn nerd? I told you to lose my number a long time ago,” hisses the voice on the other side.

I frown. “Kacchan, Kirishima is at our house and doesn’t know how to get back you think you could help me direct him in the right direction.”

He’s quiet, Kirishima raises a brow.

“You remember how to get to my house?”

“Duh, your mom invited me to make cookies with my mom later this week,” I roll my eyes getting off the bed and waving my hand for Kirsihima to follow.

“Then why didn’t you bring that Damn shitty hair here?” he growls.

I pout. “I’m on my way now. Not like you came to visit much since you moved.”

“I’m not visiting you fucking nerds.”

With that the phone hangs up and I look back at the tall boy.

“I’ll take you to Kacchan’s house and he can help you from there.” I smile.

Walking toward the front door I see mom making dinner, and it seems like the movement toward the door is an indication for her to pay attention to us.

“Where are you going?” she asks not bothering with any fluff.

“I’m taking Kirishima to Kacchan’s house, so he can help him home,” I mumble looking at her. “I hardly go out as much as Izuku, I barely know how to get anywhere other than the second-hand parts store.”

She frowns. “It’s the first time that you brought a friend over I thought that he could have dinner.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” I turn to him.

“As long as I’m not being a burden,” he smiles.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit, just wait a little bit longer,” she smiles.

I lead Kirishima back to Izuku’s room and frown. “I’m sorry. I hope we aren’t bothering you or anything.”

“What happened Hisa?”

“Kirsihima’s staying for dinner.”

“It’s really alright, I’ll just stay at Bakugou’s house if it gets too late.” Kirishima suggests.

I look at my phone and sigh. “Speaking of which I should text him so he doesn’t wait outside, hopefully we can get you home before Kacchan goes to sleep.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kacchan goes to sleep early, he gets up before the sun for training usually. And in turn he sleeps really early, he’s also not one for getting up late,” I sigh.

“How did you know that?” Kirishima’s confused voice reaches my ears as I start to type.

“He and I dated for a little bit,” I state as I send the text.

Izuku looks at me blankly. “Wait when did that happen?”

“A little bit during middle school,” I reply as a message flashes on screen. “Remember that small window of time where Kacchan left you alone, I was why.”

“How come you broke up?”

“He’s more like an overprotective brother, more so than you,” I sigh.

Taking a seat at the desk I frown.

“I feel like I learned something that I shouldn’t, or would have been better off not knowing,” Kirishima leans against the door.

“I would have told Izu, but I was sworn to secrecy and forgot after for a little bit,” I explain.

Both boys look at me. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Kid’s dinner’s ready,” Mom’s voice catches us off guard.

Izu is helped to the table by Kirishima and I follow after. My phone starts to ring at the table and mom sends me a pointed look.

“Hisa don’t you dare answer that,” she orders.

I nod and we start to eat, mom made curry. This was supposed to be my day to cook, but with coming home late and having to entertain a guest, I had forgotten. Kirishima was respectful the entire time. Walking him to Kacchan’s house lead to my ear almost being blown off.

“Why the hell would you wait so long to bring him over here?”

“Mom made him stay for dinner, sorry that I can’t get mad at my mom like you do yours,” I push the looming blond away from me.

“Come on you two you got along at one point, there is no point in waking up the entire neighborhood for something like this. Just let’s get ready to go,” Kirishima states.

“You’re spending the night, the old hag won’t let me walk to the station this late,” Kacchan huffs.

I nod at the both of them and start walking back.

“Wait we can’t let her walk back on her own,” Kirsihima calls as I take a small glance back.

Pulling out a candy in my pocket I eat it and look back to the two. Blowing a large flame in Kacchan’s direction I begin on my way back to the house.

“She can handle herself,” Kacchan spits as I round the corner, and continue to walk.

Classes were going alright, I got approved for the transfer and I was in the support course in the next year. I was to keep producing support items for as many people as would ask. Sadly, since I wasn’t very well displayed during the sports festival no one knew about me. Sitting in the workshop after classes one day I fixed the mask carefully.

“Hey Hisako,” A cheery voice startles me, and I look back to the male.

“Oh, hi Kirshima,” I nod as I fix the last screw.

“What are you working on?”

“Just a few adjustments and it should be finished,” I smile.

I hand the mask over to him and wait for him to put it on. Raising a careful brow, he puts it on, with the mask on it didn’t look like much had changed.

“What is it supposed to do?” he asks as a sonic wave booms out.

“I asked Present mic from one of his old support items, I made it lighter and the feedback lower. It can help with other’s with similar quirks as him,” I sit up a bit straighter. “I haven’t really been able to make anything for anyone else since no one has asked me for anything.”

He looks at the mask before taking it off and nods. “Would you be able to make it smaller? I know someone who would benefit from it greatly.”

Looking at the mask I nod and turn off the power before I quickly pull the small pieces apart and lay it on the table. “Smaller, I can try to do that. Anything else?”

“How about kind of softer,” he adds.

“I’ll work on it.”

With this task I finished by the end of the week. I texted Kirishima that it was finished. When he came to the workshop, he brought someone else with him.

“Hello, my name is Midoriya Hisako,” I introduce to the tall person.

He’s silent.

“She made something for you. Midoriya told me a bit about your quirk Koji. Hisako, his sister was toying with one of Present Mic’s old support items and made it lighter and smaller,” Kirishima states as he presents my Frankenstein.

He looks to me then back at Kirishima.

“You can take it if you like, not many people have asked me to make anything for them. If it helps that’s all I really hope for. If not just return it,” I shrug as I slide off my chair and start sifting through my box.

I pull the small box that Kacchan had destroyed and pull the pieces apart to account for what needed to be replaced and what could be fixed. I heard footsteps leave, assuming that both had left I pull my cellphone out of my pocket and press play.

“What are you working on now?” Kirishima’s voice makes me jump.

Placing a hand on the table to stabilize myself and switch off the pull I chuckle. “I broke something a long time ago, but Kacchan keeps breaking it so I’ve never been able to return it. It was my dad’s, but he hasn’t been around.”

Kirishima seems to take a seat next to me as I sort through the pieces and place the ones that need a replacement to the side. It wasn’t long before he tapped my shoulder.

“We gotta leave soon.”

“Right,” I pull the contraption back together and put it back before grabbing my backpack.

“Want me to walk you to the station?”

“I’m a big girl I can handle myself, I appreciate the offer though,” I pull the strap on my bag tight as I walk to my locker.

After changing my shoes, I feel a hand on my waist.

“Where you are going?”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“Just wondering a cutie like you walking around so late in the evening,”

I considered the consequences for blowing fire into his face. “I’m headed for a date with my boyfriend.”

“I don’t see anyone that fits that bill, maybe I could be a stand in.”

Pointing to the redhaired male that is walking for the gate I try to break his grip and walk over.

“Looks like he’s leaving without you,”

“Kiri!” I call to the male.

My face is pulled with discomfort and before I have time to react Kirishima walks over and pulls me from the boy’s grip effortlessly.

“I’m a third-year, you can’t do that,”

“She looked rather uncomfortable,”

Kirishima keeps me to his side and I nod a little bit.

“She’s not worth my time anyway. I don’t chase after girls already with someone.” Huffs the male as he walks away.

Kirishima looks back at me and raises a brow. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know, but I owe you one,” I let go of the breath I had been holding tightening my bag.

“I’m gonna walk you home, that way we can make sure that you get there.”

“I don’t wanna inconvenience you again. I can walk home on my own,”

He sends me a pointed look before he follows. Once at the train station I considered sending him away, but he was already following me. On the train car it was a little bit crowded, to try and combat that I squished myself to a corner. An odd jolt made it hard to stand, Kirishima was there to brace my stance.

“You didn’t have to,” I point out.

“I did though.”

The rest of the ride was quiet

#kirishima x oc #this will never be finished #a's drafts #bnha x oc

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Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?” Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Hi!! I really liked your writing about MC witnessing the brothers doing something demonic, and I was curious as to to how you think their personalities would adjust as they became closer with the MC! Who would go out of their way to keep MC from seeing their dirty work? Who would distract MC from the horrors of the Devildom? Maybe a before and after comparison would be easiest 🤔 anyway I love your work, please stay safe!!

Thank you so much!! Really glad so many people enjoyed that one, and that you love our work in general! ;//u//;

Note: This will take into consideration an MC that doesn't necessarily want to be privy to such things, or at least that the brothers assume as much. Maybe we'll write a version later where MC is actually into it/loves it.

content warnings: talk of blood, gore, violence

LUCIFER

Before you've even arrived in the Devildom, Lucifer prepares the entire House of Lamentation to make it suitable for human habitation.

He gives the brothers several stern warnings in advance not to be too overtly demonic around you, too.

Once you arrive, you don't see him very much because he's quite busy, but even when you're around him, he's careful not to let you catch even a single whiff of blood on his clothes.

Any time you do see his more demonic side, it's mostly very intentional, a la threatening you because you've made four pacts with his brothers already and he doesn't trust you for it.

Though there was also that incident with Luke in the underground tomb where he flew into a rage and nearly killed you...

And that other time when you decided to ask him about Belphie...

But, you know -- mostly hidden!

After he becomes closer with you, he tries harder to spend time with you himself, and personally endeavors to keep you shielded from the worst horrors of the Devildom.

Anytime he comes home covered in gore from something, he goes out of his way to make sure you won't see him like that.

If you do catch him, he tries his best to excuse himself to clean up and will return later to offer you tea or something or the other -- just so that your last sight of him for the day isn't one of horror.

MAMMON

Well, he starts off threatening to eat you and makes it very clear that he is a big scary demon and you are nothing but a puny appetizing human.

But as your Lucifer-assigned babysitter, he's been put under very strict instructions not to let you see anything that might terrify you

Ugh, what a pain!

You won't see anything if he just ditches you at the House of Lamentation and runs off doing his own thing, though!

That's fine, right?

But once he starts to care about you a bit more, he takes it a lot more seriously.

He generally does his best to keep all the more grisly things hidden from you.

He will shove any bloodied clothes out of sight in his room until he eventually does laundry...but he does often forget that his closet has no door.

If he notices a slip-up before you do, from himself or the other brothers, he'll frantically try to distract you until he can clean it up.

in the Devildom at large, he tries to steer you away from stumbling across the most gruesome things around and even tries to baby you a few times by shielding your eyes from even milder things.

But eventually he has to accept that it's impossible to hide all demonic things from you when you're living in the Devildom.

You'll just have to get used to the eerie, sometimes unsettling sights at some point...but he'll still try to reduce how often you come face-to-face with it, regardless.

LEVIATHAN

He's shut away in his room so much of the time that he doesn't think it really matters all that much.

You'll see whatever you see out in the world, he's not the one responsible for looking after you, so what's it to him?

The first time you manage to get into his room, it's definitely filled with a lot more evidence of his more demonic activities because he...just didn't think he needed to bother hiding it in his own space.

Why are you even in his room anyway, normie?!

Once he's closer with you though, he's a lot more conscious of how often you're hanging out in his room to play games with him.

He already fears that you'll judge him as a weird and creepy otaku, so he doesn't want you thinking he's a weird and creepy demon on top of that.

He'll be a lot more careful to hide bloodied clothes, any scales/feathers that stuck to him following any incidents, etc.

Levi still sleeps in a bathtub though, and he's got a giant water tank in his room -- he doesn't have any way of hiding those, so it's not like you don't realize he's a demonic sea serpent.

But hey, as long as you're hanging out in his room with him, you're safe from seeing any random demon violence out in the Devildom streets!

SATAN

Since he generally tries to put forth a face of being dignified and calm regardless of you being there or not, you don't initially really notice that he's been up to anything demonic in particular.

And even after he gets to know you, he's all smiles and politeness, ever the gentleman.

But it's as you get to know him that you start noticing little blood stains in the corners of some of his books...

Or that there are some cuts on his hands that you don't remember being there the day before...

Or that his especially good moods seem to often come shortly after he's disappeared for a night...

He isn't going to tell you what he was out doing, of course.

Even after you eventually figure it out, he'd rather just talk about the cool new art gallery or some interesting new book that just came out. That's far more interesting, right?

He's also careful not to bring you to anything that a human might find more disturbing, but hey, it's the Devildom -- there's no hiding that demons do what demons do, and demon art can be a bit different from human art.

Satan will gladly explain and go into detail on all things Devildom art and history, including the gruesome bits -- but will taper it down if he knows it makes you too uneasy.

ASMODEUS

Asmo is gonna do what he's gonna do.

He doesn't really try to hide it, but he doesn't shove it in your face either.

Before he gets to know you, it's not really your business and you're not part of his out-and-about life, so you mostly don't see all that much of it.

He might clean up the blood a bit, just because Lucifer insists that they all not completely terrify the human.

But it's all over his Devilgram anyway, out in the open for anyone to see -- including you.

Once he cares to include you in his social life, though?

It's all "OMG ahaha, look at this!!" and "MC, you wanna come???" Not in that way though or is it...

He sends you links to his posts of the blood-splashed scenes because he wants you to like them.

He'll invite you to his lives sometimes too, though he's not particularly bothered if you prefer to stay away from it.

For his part though? No shame, no hiding, he's happy and proud to be a demon.

The more grim a scene, the more delighted he is to share it with you.

Hope you're not squeamish because this boy has bloodlust.

If you're really not into it, though, he'll try to rein it in and keep you out of the loop of his latest killing spree. Just...stay off his social media, maybe.

BEELZEBUB

Early on, he does try to clean up a bit because Lucifer has scolded him for being a messy eater quite frequently.

But sometimes he can be a bit absent-minded about it, so there might be some bloodstains here and there.

You notice his snacks seem oddly...bloody.

He's mainly just really focused on not giving into the temptation to chomp right into you ... you're a tasty human after all.

Once he's gotten to know you though, he feels a lot less tempted to try to eat you!

And in general, he tries really hard to be considerate about not doing anything that might be uncomfortable reminders to you of their more demonic sides.

He keeps his snacking to more human world-like foods like chips or cookies, rather than a straight-up mangled carcass.

He does his best to hide any demonic incidents from you too, whether it's his own doing or just something he catches sight of while you're walking around.

But if he gets really excited about, say, Madam Scream's doing a special on intestine-based mont blanc cakes, well, he might momentarily forget that those aren't normal things for humans to eat and make a mention of them. Oops.

You'll inevitably end up still exposed to various horrifying demonic foods when Beel really has a craving for something...it's best to get used to it.

BELPHEGOR

At first, well, he...literally kills you, so not even trying to hide his demon nature there! (Something something, "you shouldn't have trusted a demon", remember that?)

Afterwards, he does try to hide his more demonic activities from you -- not because you're not well aware, but so that he isn't reminding you too much of that Event.

Thankfully, he's also asleep a lot of the time...so his activities might be happening when you're asleep.

But he's also lazy, and might not realize that he's giving away what he's been up to at times.

If you notice some blood on his face or claws, or something staining the edge of his pillow...he'll downplay it, shrugging it off and changing the subject.

He will otherwise try to some extent though, just so that he's not making you too uncomfortable.

Belphie isn't usually going out and about the Devildom all that much, so you'll be relatively safe from the horrors of the realm if you're just hanging with him, napping together.

When you are out with him though, he won't especially try to hide sights or scenes from you, figuring it's best for you to get used to some of it if you're going to be living with them.

If he notices that you're scared or uncomfortable though, he'll lead you away from whatever it is and maybe talk about something related to the human world to take your mind off things.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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not shy

megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.

request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess

note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!

word count: 4.5k

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playlist made by the lovely @savantsoulfinder thank you so much!

“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”

Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.

“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”

“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.

“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”

“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”

Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”

“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”

“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”

“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.

He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.

Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”

“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”

Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.

His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”

“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”

“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.

“Study, of course. What else?”

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.

“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”

Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.

Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.

“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”

“Just what?”

His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.

“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”

“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”

“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”

“Okay, what do you want if you win?”

Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”

Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”

“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”

“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”

“Please don’t touch my hair.”

Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.

Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”

Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.

“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”

“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”

“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”

Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”

Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”

Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”

“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”

“Then tell her you like her.”

“Fine, I will.”

“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.

“I said I will!”

“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”

Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.

Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?

No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.

The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.

He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.

Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.

At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”

As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”

“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”

Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”

“Do I smell bad?!”

“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”

“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.

“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”

“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”

“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”

“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”

“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”

“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”

“Ice skating?”

You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”

“But I don’t know how to.”

“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”

You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”

“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.

“Ow!”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”

All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.

“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.

“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”

“Maybe you should carry me then.”

“C-carry you?”

“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”

“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”

That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.

In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.

Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.

Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.

Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.

“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”

“I’ll get you another blanket.”

“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”

“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.

Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”

“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

How did you expect him to sleep now?

But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

He’ll tell you another time.

“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.

“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”

“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”

“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.

“Or what, loser?”

“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”

“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”

As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.

Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...

“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”

Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”

“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”

“Tell me what?”

Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”

“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”

“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”

You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”

“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”

“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”

“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”

“Say it again. Please.”

“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.

“SHUT UP!”

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