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LCB-3: Chapter 2

The second account of the first day on the Limbus Company bus from Jekyll's perspective. Ho boy was this fun to write. Finally got to lore drop a bunch. Masterpost Chapter 1 <--> Chapter 3 Off to the story!

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Jekyll didn’t realize how long she had been listening to the voice in her head before she looked up to see a grand commotion that had taken place in the decorative hall. Pen and Othello were immediately in the middle of it. Jekyll couldn’t see over Othello’s massive bug wings as they fluttered and his voice raised, with Dante slowly joining him.

I wonder what his wings would look like on a blank canvas.

That is the least morbid thing you’ve thought of all week, Jekyll replied, rolling her eyes.

What? I thought it was worse than Dante’s head on a stick.

You son of a–

“Dante, a suspicious person has appeared,” Pen’s voice interrupted her internal dialogue as the young man approached the manager.

“What do you mean?” Dante ticked gently, his clockhead tilting to the side. If he had facial expressions, he sure would’ve been giving off a peculiar face with curiosity plastered all over it. Though, his demeanor was less expressive and worrisome than that of Pen in front of him.

“She seems to be a new member,” Pen answered, pointing towards where Othello stood. “She has a strange weapon, and Othello is holding them off.”

Another one? Great.

Jekyll winced, readjusting her position to look towards Mallo, who also temporarily turned her attention to the commotion. She was sure answers would come with time and didn’t feel the pressing need to get to know the person. She had already met many people today, one more wouldn’t hurt. However, she did not feel inclined to look forward to it either.

She observed the Ordeal Gauntlet in front of her. At first glance, it looked like a large safe with an artificial, technological menu in front of it. The Crimson Ordeal selection was loading; it was at fifty-nine percent. Jekyll wondered what kind of logic and magic was used to make this possible. However, it wasn’t a question she was interested in seeking the answer to. She was perfectly content being left to wonder. The designs on the door caught her eye. It wasn’t anything fancy, but for a train-appearing bus to have all this inside, and having details on its features’ entrance, she would consider complimenting the designer for the nice touches.

“So what’s with the paintbrush?”

Jekyll glanced over her right shoulder to see Othello had taken a position behind her, his eyes squinted in addition to the wide smirk he carried on his face. He asked in such a way as if he questioned her skill, or at least that was how the voice in her head took the manner.

She gently turned around, spinning the brush in her hands before letting the large edge slam the ground with a thud. “Be patient, and you might get the chance to see,” she replied, her other hand resting on her hip.

“Oh darlin', patience is my middle name! Grandpappy thought he was real funny with that one.” Othello smiled wider, stepping a tad closer. His wings fluttered gently, and he lowered his head to meet her eyes.

Oh darlin, the voice quoted the man in a mocking tone. Darlin your wings on my blank canvas–

“Please, just call me Dr. Jekyll.” Jekyll interrupted, holding her hand up in a serious manner. She could feel her hidden eye twitching with annoyance. Nicknames were already rough for her, but Jekyll knew she was more annoyed at the voice in her head than the person in front of her. Explaining that would be too much of a difficult task, in her opinion.

The unfamiliar steps from the hall caught her attention. When she turned her head, she made eye contact with someone she hadn’t seen before.

Her appearance was similar to Mallo’s. Her hair was longer, black, straight hair pulled back into a ponytail as it shaped her square face. Her eyes were a mix of silver and yellow from what Jekyll could tell. Her clothes matched the limbus uniform, with a black jacket falling to her thighs. The inside of it along with the outline of the outfits was a stunning red. She wore a basic white shirt with a red tie, matching the color of her belt. Her pants were the standard black work pants, but her boots were intricated with red laces and strings holding them together. She wore a thick work glove on her right arm, hiding her hand while the other was exposed. The weapon was a custom-made spear, sharp on one edge with a delicate and firm base.

Jekyll smiled, she found it ironic all of the girls had black hair. She overheard the others introducing themselves and caught wind of her name being Lenore. She seemed nice, perhaps Jekyll would go over and make a connection–

“Oh my gosh hi!” A quick flash of light temporarily blinded Jekyll. She blinked a few times, realizing Kuvira had waddled over with a big box in her hands. “Please, take your pick!”

Lenore seemed taken aback before choosing a few things from the box.

“Oh, where are my manners?” Kuvira gently threw the box aside, adjusting her brown hair as her skin beamed with light. She grabbed Lenore’s hand with both of her own and shook it up and down excitedly. “I’m Kuvira Stone! Or Kuvira, haha! Most people call me Kuv but honestly, you can call me whatever you want! I seriously do not care. What is your name hun?”

Like everyone, they stuttered on their words and were taken aback by her energy. Lenore was no different as she replied. “Uh– I’m Lenore, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise, Lenore!” She took a step back. “Okay, your outfit though is top-notch, awh! I love it, it really suits you!”

“T-Thank you,” Lenore nodded her hand, taking her hand back. “I apologize for being late. I was caught up in… something, something held me back, but I’m here now. Hopefully, I didn’t miss much?”

Jekyll raised an eyebrow, smirking. Hah, we all were interrupted by ‘something,’ how subtle of you.

Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?

Jekyll smiled to herself even more and refused to elaborate to the voice.

“Oh don’t worry hun, you like missed my really long speech about the activities and standards of the company and all that jazz,” Kuvira nodded and smiled, swaying from side to side. “If you just read the handbook front to back, that’s a more detailed version of what I talked about. Don’t worry about it too much!” She bent down and picked up the box one more time. “Oh! And if you ever need anything, I am always here for you pal! Whether you need someone to talk to or help with anything, I am your gal.”

“Oh, thank you, I appreciate that,” Lenore replied in the most stereotypical response Jekyll ever heard. Jekyll concluded Lenore was still shocked by her abrupt introduction.

Kuvira didn’t say anything after that; she turned on her heel and walked through the crowd of people back to Vergilius’ side. Her skin beamed as if the interaction had brightened her day.

How fascinating. What a waste of useless emotions on a simple human interaction.

Can you shut up? Like, for once in your life? Jekyll rolled her eyes. It’s quite nice to have someone of her energy alive and spreading joy.

“Alright everyone, listen up!” The ticking sounds from the manager rung through the room. “We will be giving an overview of the advantages we have in combat…” he paused. “Not me, but Jatayu is going to give an overview so please pay attention!”

“Oh, right,” a hoarser voice spoke as Jatayu strolled up to Dante’s side. “Right, everyone, I am sure you all are proud fighters from where you came from. However, your contract specifies the powerful combat encounters we will face daily. Not to worry, Limbus Company provides some advantages in combat to assist with these increased difficulties.”

“The first order of business you should know is Dante’s special abilities. As most of you have seen earlier today, the moment you shook Dante’s hand, you were bound to his time. This means that when he rewinds time, you all return to your previous state, regardless of what damage you took during a combat session.” His eyes glance from Mark to Othello, as if using them as a non-verbal example. He adjusted his coat and sighed before continuing. “Secondly, we use a tool called IDs, which are different versions of you from other mirror dimensions. They come in the form of cards and can be used for strategy when fighting greater enemies.”

“A-Allow me to demonstrate,” Dante suggested, reaching into his coat and pulling out many cards in his hand, before he he pulled up a menu in front of him, almost holographic. He placed one of the cards in place of where Jatayu was, and before everyone’s eyes, they watched Jatayu transform from his former self to a different entity entirely.

Jekyll’s eyes widened in horror. What the heck just happened to Jatayu? She bit her tongue, observing him closely.

For once, the voice in her head was silent.

“So this is pansies version of other realities?” Mark scoffed, running a hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. He took a closer look before he crossed his arms.

“You just keep this party trick up your sleeve?” Othello chimed in, tilting his head curiously.

“Yes,” Dante answered, adjusting his gloves and sleeves. “Another room in the bus is used for extraction. I am capable of pulling identities from other realities to get these cards, by spending lunacy; lunacy is a currency we get when you guys feel a lot of emotions. After the combat, I am sure we will give you a tour of the rest of the bus.”

Lenore couldn’t take her eyes off the different Jatayu standing before her. “Are they even the same person?” She asked curiously, lowering her weapon.

“Although some particular traits will carry over when using the ID, they are the same person. Jatayu is the same person we know, just with different skills.”

Pen held up his spear in defense, his gaze fixed intensely on the red eye that stared back at him. “It won’t attack us… right?” He asked nervously.

Dante shook his head. “No, at least, it shouldn’t. We’ve had a few cases where stray IDs come and mess things up. However, it is a very rare circumstance, and nothing we can’t handle.”

Dante continued to explain a few things to those who had questions. Jekyll’s attention moved to watch Mallo walk up to Jatayu, looking him up and down before getting in his face with her own. She inhaled a large breath from her cigarette and blew the smoke into Jatayu’s face with a cold glare.

“138924,” Jatayu stares back, rapidly speaking in numbers as if he were saying something.

Mallo doesn’t budge, her gaze staring intensely into the man’s soul.

“Clockhead, translate,” Mark demanded, interested in the current situation.

“O-Oh, right, I forgot sweeper identities can’t speak English…” Dante sighed nervously. “He asked Mallo to get the cigarette out of his face.”

“Are they safe?” Mallo repeated.

Dante’s ticking stopped for a moment. “Yes, mostly. As I said before, there have been a few situations where they have not been, but it’s very rare.”

Mallo communicates non-verbally that she feels suspicious of Jatayu and doesn’t trust Dante’s reassurance. However, she takes a step back in compliance with Jatayu’s request.

“What do these things cost? Do we have to sell our soul or something?” Mark scoffed as if this question should have been answered already.

“Yes, these identity cards cost lunacy. Lunacy is made from your emotions in combat. And I use that to draw different identities from other mirror worlds for you. There is no need to pay anything outside of what you will already be doing in your contract,” Dante explained. His voice was more tired than usual as if he was tired of explaining the same things over and over again.

PFTHAHAH! Emotions in combat? Seriously?! How cliche can this get? Oh, we will be RICH with lunacy!

Jekyll froze as the voice wheezed in her head. It was odd to see it so expressionate, yet for once in her life, she agreed with the voice. It sounded too easy, too pathetic.

Mark also scoffed in response. “This is some kind of cult, isn’t it?”

Dante shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

“If we need particular teams to be efficient in combat, how difficult will the fighting be?” Lenore took a few steps towards the commotion. Her face was incredibly neutral and curious, unlike the rest of her coworkers.

“As long as you are not dead weight, you’ll be fine,” Mallo snapped, glancing towards the ordeal gauntlet.

Mallo turned her head away right before Othello pulled out his guns and spun them around in his hands in a flashy manner. “Bring it on~”

Lenore found that amusing. “If we all die, I’m haunting you.” She teased with a slight smile.

Everyone started to get ready to enter the gauntlet one by one. To Jekyll’s surprise, everyone seemed to be at ease despite them heading into combat. Jekyll shuddered, she always tried to avoid combat when she could. It seemed this was required for her orientation, and it was made clear that combat would be a regular thing, but that didn’t help her anxiety about it at all.

“Yo,” a voice sounded behind her.

Jekyll turned her head before she realized it was Mark, and he wasn’t talking to her.

“Jatayu, bud,” Mark stepped next to Jekyll’s side, facing Jatayu who was in front of her. He rested a hand on the assistant’s shoulder, smiling as if to uncharacteristically persuade him. “How about I swap spots with you? You know, to ruffle the bastard’s feathers and make them bleed so you can extract it better, I’ll do it just the way you like it.”

Wait a minute…

Jekyll rolled her eyes as the voice spoke. It was silent for so long, and now she had to put up with it again.

Jatayu seemed to tilt his head curiously at the words ‘feathers’ and ‘blood,’ before he responded in a sequence of numbers.

Mark’s smile immediately faded. “Translate, clockhead,” he called out to Dante.

Before Dante could explain, Jatayu stepped out of line and nodded his head, heading to the back of the line.

I can’t see out of your eye Jekyll, I swear your vision is so bad. The voice roared as it tried to force its way into control.

Jekyll shook her head, her hands shaking. Stop! What the hell do you want now?!

The guy in front of you, Mariachi or whatever, said a phrase that I remember…

Can you do this another time? Jekyll tried to sound firm, but it came out in her head as more of a plea. We are going into combat…

Does he not look familiar to you, idiot?

Jekyll took a moment to stare at Mark’s face, which was now turned away from her. Some memory sparked in her head, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. She adjusted her paintbrush and tilted her head. I don’t… know…

The voice was cut off as the doors opened; one by one they marched into the facility, their gaze adjusting to the new light in the room. Jekyll wrinkled her nose at the smell of rotting corpses. Had this place not ever been cleaned? It was horrendous.

Sounds of claws scratching a chalkboard filled the air, and the sight of monstrous body pieces everywhere on the floor contributed to the awful stench. The musky environment made the expansive hallway feel small. Guts and blood were splattered across the walls as if they had been there for decades.

Everyone shuddered in their own way the moment carnival music started to play. Within the mist of the musky environment, enemies approached.

Jekyll did not recognize them, but some of her coworkers did. Three small creatures approached them first. Their faces looked like a ball of leather was cut into to make a smile, and it wore out over time. They wore joker-like clothes and waddled back and forth like clowns putting on a show.

Behind them appeared three large circus tents, with a tongue as a floor and teeth forming an entrance. They were large mouths, and some of them clamped up as an intimidation tactic, forming a large wall of teeth.

There was a noticeable urge to attack the tents before the clowns in front of them. The urge was so strong that no one had their focus on the clowns before them.

Ugh. People falling for the aggro again, I swear–

You are in a bad mood, help me use that energy to kick these circus butts. Jekyll interrupted, spinning her brush around, readying for combat.

The voice, despite its sour intentions, complied. Jekyll slowly felt herself lose control over own own limbs. They became lighter and felt looser on her body.

Do you trust me?

I never trust you. But does it look like I have a choice?

No, you don’t. Let me take the wheel and you’ll end up alright.

Jekyll shook her head again, keeping control of her mind. One step at a time, moron. We aren’t that close.

You literally cannot get closer to anyone else than I am– Jekyll felt the voice roll its eyes. Nevermind, let’s just–

Mallo lunged forward. Her stave was raised high as she swung it against the first tent’s teeth wall. It collided with a loud thud…

Nothing happened.

Mallo’s eyes widened in surprise. The teeth took the blow perfectly as if she had failed to break its shield. Her gaze was uncharacteristically surprised and sour, and she cursed at the constant cheering accompanied by the obnoxious music.

Jekyll glanced to her left only to watch Mark lunge forward next, attempting the same strategy as Mallo. He swung his metal pipe across the teeth with the bulge facing towards the mouth. To Jekyll’s surprise, it worked. The teeth cracked and one of them fell out. Mark’s gaze was focused and cruel, showing no visible sign of satisfaction.

Now! Jekyll felt her body lunge towards the second tent, her hands swinging her brush before piercing into the side of the second tent. Blood trickled out as she took a step back.

She sighed to herself in contentment. Oh, that wasn’t so hard–

Jekyll! Watch out!

Jekyll barely lifted her face to see the teeth of the tent coming down on her, crushing her on the waist. She cried out in pain and scrambled out of its jaws, slashing it across the lip to let her go.

How many times do I have to tell your pathetic existence that enemies counter?! The voice sneered. Get away before it attempts it again!

Jekyll’s head sunk low, limping backward. She watched Pen lift his spear which was now glowing. In a flash of light, he vanished, before he reappeared in front of the first circus tent. Jekyll noticed how he chose which one he wanted to attack, and pierced his spear into the side of the tent repeatedly, making the tent cower back. The loss of its blood was rapid, and it was clear to the rest of the coworkers it was almost dead.

Lenore jumped on the opportunity, lunging towards the first circus and using the hole Mark created in its teeth to slash her glaive across its tongue. She then stepped out of the way immediately before it could react.

Othello was right behind her. He spun his guns upward and into the nose of the circus tent, firing into its system.

The tent shook violently, expanding rapidly. It took only a few seconds for the monster to explode, sending everyone near it flying back. Othello managed to hide behind one of the clown dolls to avoid getting hit. Everyone else, enemies and allies included, got flung back and collided with the nearest wall.

Ow. Jekyll thought in unison with the voice. She rubbed her head and stood back up, trying to find her footing.

“Yo, Jatayu, why don’t you attack this one?” Othello grabbed the doll by the scruff and tossed it at Jatayu.

He was unprepared; the clown took the opportunity to bite at Jatayu’s arm and latched onto him. Jatayu scrambled and squeaked in numbers before kicking the clown off of him, holding his arm in pain. He glared at the clown, before returning a softer glare at Othello.

Othello smirked and shrugged before he was surprised by another clown lunging at his leg and biting it. Othello also managed to kick it off, but not without a gaping wound in his leg.

The other clown easily surprised Mallo, lunging similarly at her leg and gnawing at it until she kicked it off. She limped to attack it, but the screech and cheers from the tents distracted her. If smoke could come out of her ears, Jekyll figured this would be a moment where it would have done so.

Jekyll took a look at herself and the others amid combat, each looked like they were on the brink of staggering. Her mind shook, and she felt her sanity drop.

Jekyll! The voice snapped in her head. Focus! If you’re not going to get the job done, I will front and do it myself.

Okay, okay, Jekyll shook her head, readying her weapon once more. I’m trying.

This is no time to try. It’s do or die here.

She took a step forward, but Mallo was faster. Mallo charged at the third circus tent, completely ready this time. She first broke the teeth across its mouth before shoving her stave down its throat, forcing it to suffocate under the force.

The tent – like the first – exploded. The force sent Mallo back against the wall, crippling her. A tooth fragment came flying at Mark who approached the beast, causing him to fall to the floor as well.

That was all Jekyll caught before she herself was sent back from the impact, passing out cold.

* * *

Light slowly poured into Jekyll’s eyes, and the carnival music returned to her ears. Her head spun, but she slowly opened her eyes.

She regretted doing so.

Her gaze locked on Lenore, who lunged forward and stabbed one of the clown dolls in the head repeatedly. It spurred out blood till it exploded, causing everything else in the facility to explode.

Jekyll watched her limbs be torn off her body before her mind went black; everything around her became dark and cold. Jekyll shivered, clenching her arms.

Wait… she was clenching her arms? Weren’t they just torn off?

Jekyll opened her eyes again, looking down at herself. She could barely make out the faint outline of her body, all intact. She stood, her head spinning as it tried to see anything. All she could make out was the faint outline of many, many hands.

She tried to scream from shock, but the hands swarmed her, gripping her body and pinning her to the floor, her grips tightening by the second. She tried to get out of the way, but her struggle was useless. Her body ached in pain as the hands fought for possession of her. Although it was dark and she could barely see, she knew each hand around her was pulling in a different direction. Jekyll thought she would explode at any moment. Her mind cried out. Help! Someone help! Please!

She noticed that the voice wasn’t there.

The hands continued to grip and tear at Jekyll until a bright flash of light entered the room. It burned Jekyll’s eyes; she squinted to make sense of it.

A large, red door had opened to reveal outside of the darkness. The hands immediately dropped Jekyll and swarmed out of the darkness towards the person who had opened the door. Jekyll forced her eyes to open as she stared at the figure.

D… Dante?

Her surroundings immediately changed to the former battle arena. She laid on the floor and looked down to see her limbs slowly reattaching to her body, painlessly. The moment her lungs reattached, Jekyll sat up and gasped for breath, and she slowly gained control of every limb and finger once more.

She sighed, still catching her breath. Was that what death was like? An eternal torment by the hands unless someone comes to resurrect you? Or was that something that came with being attached to Dante’s time?

How… thrilling. The voice laughed. Looks like they weren’t lying about resurrection after all.

Jekyll realized at that moment she didn’t have full control over her body. She struggled to get the voice out, but it already had one hand in control of her actions. Jekyll stood up, smiling against her will. You’re sick, I hope you know that. Jekyll hissed.

Shut up, I’m trying to watch.

Jekyll turned her gaze towards Pen, who also reassembled piece by piece, limb by limb. His spear reassembled too, and he stood up, looking around as if he was getting used to the environment before he stretched his arms. “Nothing like the first time.”

What does that pathetic moron mean by the first time? The voice insulted, louder than before.

“You should all get used to dying,” Dante’s voice caught everyone’s attention. Jekyll didn’t realize he had entered the room, but there he was, staring right at them. “I am here to bring you back from the dead, but this is something that’ll happen frequently.”

Othello interrupted him from continuing further. “Don’t you have something else for me to fight? That was a cakewalk.”

Jekyll narrowed her eyes. Cakewalk? The heck–

“There will be more things to fight and encounter, however, I assume you all would like to claim the rewards of your recent combat.”

“Well, why didn’t you say that sooner, clockface?” Othello put his guns away and clapped his hands together.

Jekyll couldn’t make out the passing comment Lenore said, and she barely caught Mallo pulling out a cigarette and smoking it. Both of them went to look at the chest that rose from the ground, talking about the two EGO gifts in it. Her head turned towards Mark, who also was looking at his body as if he had just been reassembled too.

Move, Jekyll. The voice commanded, forcing Jekyll’s feet to walk up to Mark.

No, no! What are you doing? Jekyll tried to restrain, but it was no use.

Jekyll planted her feet right in front of Mark. If she was taller, she would’ve been right in his face. She stared into his eyes, unwavering.

“The hell you want?” Mark retorted, returning Jekyll’s hard stare. He seemed pissed off that she dared to approach him. His eyes squinted, revealing the scars originally hidden by his messy blonde hair. His jawline appeared to be broken in some way, but it was as strong as ever.

Are we done now? Jekyll begged, wanting to flee from this situation.

I can’t see well out of your eye, your vision sucks. The voice replied before continuing. This Mariachi fella… I’ve seen him before… his eyes are far too familiar…

There was a moment of tension between Jekyll and Mark as she continued to stare silently, ignoring Mark’s question. She stared into his eyes, reading the harsh glare that planted fear inside of her, but there were many things hidden behind that rough gaze, and she knew the voice was trying to find it. However, the more she searched, the angrier his gaze got.

Jekyll about had enough; she needed to get out of this situation.

The voice gasped. That’s it! That’s where I recognize Mark from! He’s–

“Shut up,” Jekyll hissed, using an internal force to take control and immediately leave. She turned on her heel and walked towards the gauntlet door.

She didn’t get very far.

“Nah, nah, nah, nah,” a firm grip rested on Jekyll’s shoulder and spun her around. She was face to face with Mark again. His other hand gripped tighter around the pipe resting on his shoulders. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? What the heck did you say about me?”

Jekyll’s eyes widened in fear from his hard gaze. “N-N-Nothing! I’m sorry, I was talking to myself…”

Mark grunted in annoyance, shoving Jekyll’s shoulder as he walked away, even more annoyed than before.

Pfff, classic Mark. The voice cackled.

Jekyll felt as if she was going to melt into the floor from fear. She gripped her brush tighter and shuddered. I hate you, so much. She watched Mark wander and kick anything that was in his way.

“How was the nap?” Another hand rested on her shoulder and spun her around.

Jekyll was now facing Othello and was perplexed by his sudden approach and question. “N-Nap?” She cursed at herself for stuttering; she couldn’t shake the fear Mark’s gaze planted in her soul.

“Yeah, the nap you took in the middle of the fight.”

“What do you mean?” Jekyll tried to come off as polite as possible, despite being incredibly pissed at the voice in her head.

“You died, did you not? Was the time passage weird? How was dying?” He said casually with a smirk.

Jekyll snorted, almost laughing, which did well to ease her fear of the previous situation. It was a rather annoying question according to the voice in her head, but she found it funny. “I mean that’s what happens when you sleep, time passes by.”

“Did you dream anything when you died?”

Dream? Jekyll paused for a moment as she thought back to what happened. It was definitely not a dream. The hands that engulfed her and suffocated her felt more real than her standing alive at that moment. The simple thought of the hands made her shudder. “A-All I saw were a lot of hands… before they fled into the light as a large door opened… and someone dragged me out.”

She ignored the next comment Othello made as she turned to Dante. She quickly thought of an excuse to get out of her current situation. “Dante, I assume now would be a good time to get my uniform?”

Dante stared at her blankly. There was no response from him as the fire on his head cracked slowly. It became clear to Jekyll that he had overheard what she previously told Othello. She waved her hand in front of Dante’s face. “Hello?”

Loud insults interrupted her train of thought. Jekyll turned around to see Othello and Mark at it again. Mark looked like he was about to blast the commander’s head off with his bat as he smirked and continued to taunt him. However, the moment he raised his bat, the moment the lights went off.

“Initiating fight: Amber Ordeals, level two.” A robotic voice rang through the hallway as the environment started to warp once more.

“Wait, wait no! Another fight isn’t supposed to start!” Dante snapped out of his trance and ran towards the door, trying to open it. “I’m not supposed to be in here!”

Pen immediately stepped in front of Dante as the monsters appeared. “Stay behind me, manager!” He demanded. “Incoming!”

Jekyll couldn’t pull her brush up in time to defend herself as she was swarmed by two new monsters. They chomped at her arms and bruised her legs. She hurriedly kicked them off in a panic, swinging her brush at their faces.

The voice grunted in unison with her, and Jekyll dreaded the next hour that was more combat.

* * *

If Dante hadn’t healed the sinners before they exited the gauntlet, she would’ve been limping on her right leg and had bled to death. However, she walked out just fine, despite the impending exhaustion that overwhelmed her.

She noticed Vergilius and Kuvira standing outside the gauntlet. When the Red Gaze noticed Dante came out unharmed, he sighed to himself and walked out of the room. Kuvira stood there, grinning like an idiot. She tried walking over to Mallo to start a conversation but stopped herself as Vergilius called her name. She bounded off after him.

“Alright everyone, you may go rest in your rooms until we call you out again,” Dante dismissed the sinners, limping himself.

Jekyll hesitated, standing in place as everyone walked past her down the hall. Her steps became increasingly difficult as she neared the room that was supposed to be hers. It seemed to take forever and yet no time at all before Jekyll stood in front of the carefully designed door. She turned her head to see most of the sinners gone. The only two people left in the hallway were Mark and Dante.

“Everything alright, Jekyll?” Dante opened the door to his office before turning his head toward her.

“Y-Yeah…” Jekyll sighed as she rested her hand on the doorknob. Her body shuddered from the first time she opened the door. “I’ll be okay.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be in my office,” Dante reassured before stepping inside his door and closing it behind him.

Jekyll shuddered once more before glancing over her other shoulder towards Mark. She watched as he gripped the handle of the door to his room, before grunting with anger and storming up to the front of the bus.

Jekyll embraced the silence for a few moments before she took a deep breath. I have to face her at some point… Jekyll’s shoulders tensed and she swung the door open. She took a step inside and closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, her mind felt whole, as if she wasn’t competing for control anymore. Jekyll caught an immediate smell of chocolate mixed with blood, and the environment was thick and murky.

She gazed at her room, realizing it was perfectly split in half. On one side, there was a small bed tucked up against the tan walls. Its sheets were white and complimented the rustic wooden floor. On top of the bed was the Limbus uniform folded neatly next to the pillow. Next to the bed was a desk with a small bowl of chocolate with the K Corp symbol on the bowl. The light on the ceiling was shaped like a moonstone, and on the desk in front of the bed were liquid containers containing various substances that Jekyll immediately recognized.

In the middle of the room was a window covered in barbed wire like a prison cell; Jekyll could see the backstreets of where she was from. A small light illuminated the cobblestone road, but in the darkness ran small streams of blood.

The other half of Jekyll’s room was red. The stench of blood came from that side of the room, with white walls that were splattered with various shades of red across it like an abstract canvas. Another bed was also tucked into the corner of the room, and there was an art stand with a blank canvas next to the bed. Next to the wall was a desk and a chair, and the chair held a person who stared right back at her.

Jekyll’s grip on her paintbrush tightened, and she held it in front of her as she backed up, her gaze stern. So this is why my mind is free for a moment… she thought. Because the voice becomes her own person.

The person smiled as it stood up and walked to the edge of her side of the room. Her red eyes glowed with perfection, complimenting her black hair that fell to her thighs. She bowed, bending in her black onesuit with a fancy apron over it, covered in various paint stains and blood. Her face was more wicked and cruel, but it was the same face as Jekyll’s. It’s surprising how much emotion can change my appearance…

“Jekyll,” the woman bowed before letting a chuckle escape her pursed lips. “What a pleasure it is to finally talk to you face-to-face and not just in your mind.”

“Hyde.” Jekyll’s body became on high alert, watching every move the woman took. “It’s disturbing to see you without looking in a mirror.”

Hyde laughed mockingly, her mouth wide as her eyes were crazed with insanity. She spun her own paintbrush around before slamming it against the floor, her demeanor changed to pure anger. “As it should be! I’m quite tired of you locking me away! I know how you tried getting rid of me. If we didn’t share the same body I would tear you to shreds and plaster you on a painting, making your remains a masterpiece, something you could never be!”

Jekyll’s heart rate sped up in her chest as she backed up against the wall. Her eyes darted side to side before they locked back on Hyde. She couldn’t speak; her entire concentration went to calm herself down.

Hyde’s face changed from angry to deranged in a blink of an eye. “Pff, look at you now, you can’t even meet your other half normally. You’re pathetic, Jekyll.”

“M-Mind you…” Jekyll finally found the courage to speak. “I… I created you. Y-You b-better behave… Hyde…”

“Or what?” Hyde took a step forward into her side of the room. “What are you going to do? Rant about your teenage crush to me? How childish.”

Jekyll’s eyes blazed with fury. “I know where to access moonstones, idiot.”

Just as she predicted, Hyde shut her mouth. She took a step back and kicked a blanket on the floor before setting her weapon aside and glancing at the blank canvas.

Jekyll sighed in relief, dropping her weapon to the floor before strolling over to the bed, removing the uniform, and flopping onto it. Everything in her body ached, and it had been a long time since she got proper rest.

“Hey, be happy about this temporary split,” Hyde scorned. “This means I can paint while you sleep and we both aren’t losing our minds to sleep deprivation.”

“Shut up,” Jekyll groaned, taking the pillow and putting it over her ears. “Go out and be a menace to the coworkers or something.”

“You’re the main body, idiot,” Hyde hissed. “I cannot leave this room unless you let me front. I only exist here because this place is your mind.”

Jekyll turned over in the bed to look at the room once more. Hyde was right; the room very much described her mental state, and how she felt so split and out of control. She did find it odd how Hyde had their own form in the room. However, she figured it might be for the better. Her mind was free for the time being, and she didn’t have to deal with the constant struggle of her mind while she was here. Perhaps she could even get some proper sleep, perhaps this would be good after all.

Her face flattened when she watched Hyde search through her desk drawer before pulling out jars of blood. Dipping some of the paintbrushes she found in them, she stroked the liquid across the canvas.

It… wasn’t as loud as Jekyll thought it would be.

Hyde glanced over her shoulder, meeting Jekyll’s eyes. “You complained about being tired. Sleep and let me do my thing.”

“Do you really need to use blood for those?” Jekyll’s eyes fluttered shut, her mind slowly begging for rest.

“We’ve talked about this multiple times,” Hyde rolled her eyes, her hair swaying back and forth as she stroked the canvas. “Rest. We will talk later.”

“I hate you…” Jekyll muttered sourly under her breath as she turned over.

What she failed to see was Hyde’s face softening, and she paused from painting. “...I know,” was all she muttered before she continued.

Jekyll decided to ignore her as her body became heavy, and she drifted off into a peaceful, heavy sleep.

#limbus company #jatayu lcb #jekyll lcb #hyde lcb #vergilius lcb #kuvira lcb #mallo lcb #mark lcb #lenore lcb #pen lcb #othello lcb #dante lcb #limbus fanfic #writing #project moon #lcb-3

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scuffle-with-spirals · 1 year

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One of the wildest things I think that can happen in Grand Bazaar is just, stuff during blizzards lmfao. To set stage, during Winter, so far, it seems like you can’t fish or crop. Like. The river is straight up frozen over, allowing you to walk on it and cross to usually impassable areas, occasionally finding items. There’s also a lot of blizzards, at least for me this year (Winter 1).

So far, I’m not used to the weather indicator on the bottom right of the top-screen depicting how the weather is, so, following my once-strict animal care routine, I’m picking up all my four chickens and putting them outside first thing on Winter 1. Seeing the blizzard, I think, “Oh well this is just snow, haha, it’s Winter!” I put them in the outside pen, as well as pushing my cows outside.

Then I notice I’m sliding. Farmer’s slipping and sliding and it’s kinda hard to control. I get a hang of it eventually, but soon, in going to brush my cows I notice they’re sliding too.

After just getting a new field, I go to it, and all the way on the left hand side my cows are bumping into the far end trees and angry. Realizing that, oh, maybe this is extreme weather (!!!11), I sloooowly push their asses back inside, taking way too long due to the ice physics. Once they were in, I put up my three chickens. Three.

Thinking maybe the last one had managed to manage slip out of sight, maybe wander inside my house, I scour the entire map thoroughly, wondering where they were. Starting to panic, realizing that I didn’t know how well I was going to Do in the bazaar this season (I had only briefly seen the frozen over river on the next map iirc), most likely needing to rely on livestock to get by, I did a soft-restart. Despite the blizzard, I thought maybe this slightly buggy, often repetitive 2008 DS title could’ve glitched the chicken out. Redid the day. Nobody went outside, things were good!

AND THEN THE NEXT BLIZZARD HAPPENED. OKAY SO.

ApPARENTLY—

IF YOU JUST. TOSS YOUR CHICKENS OUT IN THE WILD TRYING TO AIM FOR THE PEN ON A BLIZZARD DAY

THERE IS A VERY GOOD CHANCE, THE BLIZZARD WILL JUST SNATCH YOUR CHICKEN

AND THEN YOU, HELPLESS TO EVER CATCH THEM, CAN ONLY RUN AND WATCH THEM BE CARRIED AWAY BY THE WINDS

AGHGHGHG ???

I USED TO PLAY HARVEST MOON A LOT BACK WHEN I WAS YOUNGER BUT LITERALLY ONLY ANIMAL PARADE/NEW BEGINNING/RUNE FACTORY 4 AND JUST A SMIIIIIIIIIIIIDGE OF TREE OF TRANQUILITY Y’ALL I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO THE FARMING STAGE IN THAT LAST ONE SOMEHOW LMFAO

Can someone please name any other HM games where non-standard animal losses can be. that extreme like jesus christ dude I came here to get silly at the bazaar not get silly at the mercy of nature woagh!!

TL;DR: I didn’t follow the weather and Smimbi get carried away in a blizzard 3^3

#i am so happy Smimbi is alive #harvest moon #harvest moon grand bazaar #hm grand bazaar #bokumono #story of seasons #rambles

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celestialanon · 1 year

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Brothers With a Trans Male Lover

Hello dear readers! So for this post, it’s obviously aimed for a specific audience! It was definitely self indulgent, and I hope I can provide something nice and some comfort to my fellow trans male readers! Please do enjoy this set <3

Lucifer

When he had first met you, he misgendered you on accident. You had politely explained to him that you were a male, and he honestly didn't question it, immediately apologizing to you and fixing his words. It wasn't until you both had gotten closer that you felt the need to explain when he found a binder of yours laying on your bed after laundry day.

He wasn't too surprised. Not that he fully understood what being trans meant, but he had seen a few demons express themselves in such a way that went against the gender norms, and he wondered briefly if maybe they were trans as well without knowing it. While he had many questions, he decided to leave them for another time in favor of telling you that he sees no problem with it and that he has looked at you as the man you were since the day you corrected him.

He often offers to help clean your binders by hand so they don't get ruined otherwise, as well as reminds you when to take it off if it's gotten too late. He wants to make sure you aren't harming yourself any. He always encouraged you to at least give yourself a breather when you were in his room, as he would not see you any differently with or without your binder on.

There was one memorable day you shared, you had overheard a few nosy demons murmuring about you in the hall. Harsh words that you've heard before, but words that stung just a bit more when Lucifer's name got thrown in the conversation. A new fear came along with the already existing dread of your identity: what did it look like to stand beside Lucifer like this?

He had noticed you unfocused at his desk, staring at your assignment and mindlessly messing with the pen in your hand. He went over and placed a hand at your shoulder, watching your face twist in discomfort. Your words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Aren't you embarrassed being with someone like me?" Lucifer had froze above you, looking down at you with shock.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be with a real man, or woman. I-I'm not not ruining your image, am I?" Your voice had become small, and he could hear the strain in it as you clearly forced yourself to stay composed. He merely shook his head, getting to your level before pulling you in a tight hug against his chest.

"You are a real man, my dear. I feel nothing but pride when having you by my side." He brushed the short strands of hair at your ear, leaning in close so you could hear him better.

"Never doubt yourself over such thoughts again, I've never wanted anyone as I've wanted you."

Mammon

At first, he honestly thought you were into cross dressing. Not that he really cared, he's seen his brother do it before, so it wasn't a big deal if that was the case. And you pulled it off quite well! But he soon realized he was wrong when you gave him a glare at his accusations, explaining that you were actually transgender. The poor guy, had absolutely no idea what you meant. He was given a detailed explanation by Lucifer, and was instructed to apologize to you immediately.

He found you sitting alone, gathering your things while awkwardly coming to greet you. Being the mess that he was, his apology was all over the place, but you couldn't help but smile at his words. A jumbled mess of "I-I didn't know you were a dude, my bad!" Leading to "I don't care what ya are, why do I gotta babysit?!" You fell into place beside him quickly after, forgetting your initial annoyance with him.

Now, he got defensive whenever someone threw out the wrong word. You'd be the one to tell him it wasn't a big deal, but he'll never forget the look you gave him when he got it wrong. Although he can't relate to you, he's not stupid enough to not notice how much it affects you. How could he not notice? The way you stare at your body in every passing mirror, the way your voice flattens when it sounds a bit high compared to everyone else, even the way he caught you once on your bedroom floor, sorting your clothes as tears stained your sad red eyes.

He quickly made his way to you, shutting your bedroom door behind him and crouching on the floor to meet your face. Your eyes flickered up to his, before turning back down as you quickly wiped at your nose. You couldn't possibly feign this while he was sat right in front of you. You had the urge to bury your face into shirt you were currently folding.

"Why? What happened?" He asked, and when you ignored his question, he released your grip from the shirt and peered closer at you.

"I said, what happened. Don't ignore me." The stern tone in his voice was not one you heard often. It caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"N-None of this looks good on me... I'm t-tired of looking this way..." You wiped at your eyes, trying to ignore the way your voice broke and how high it was. Mammon wasn't the best at comforting, but if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you cry. Absolutely soul crushing. He pat his hands onto his knees, beginning to pull you up with him by your arms.

"Alright, I got the problem. New clothes, right?" When you stared at him with bewilderment, he just smiled. He used the bare skin of the back of his hand to wipe under eyes, pinching your cheeks to stop your frown.

"What? If you don't like any of my clothes I'll buy ya some new stuff. So stop cryin' already, babe. Please..." He made sure the tears stopped before your shopping date.

Leviathan

Levi knew the minute you told him that you were trans. He has heard the term before somewhere on the internet, and immediately accepted you and treated you respectfully. He even asked you to be his "Henry", and started comparing you to more male characters that reminded him of you to see you smile. If you were having a bad dysphoria day, it was cuddles on the beanbag all day wrapped up in one of his large Ruri hoodies.

Levi was someone who seemed to be very comfortable with his masculinity, and you noticed this through his cosplays and behavior at times. If you expressed how much you wanted to be comfortable with yourself in the same way, he would help you by taking it slow. He invites you to get your nails painted with Asmo, to cosplay a female with him (mainly Ruri), or even shows you how to main females in the various games he plays. He never forgets to remind you that he never sees you as less of a man when you do so.

On a particularly bad day, you stood right in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the curves on your body as you covered your chest with a towel. You couldn't hide the sadness in your frown, just looking at your body sometimes made you feel sick. There was a light knock at the door, and you invited Levi to join you inside. He went red at first glance, but his surprise faltered when he noticed the look on your face.

"M-Mc? What's wrong?" He stood a small distance from you, not wanting to invade your privacy. You shrugged your shoulders, looking down at the binding tape on the counter and clutching the towel more tightly.

"Just stared at my chest too long again, no biggie...." There was a small silence, but you soon felt a nervous pair of arms embrace you from behind, pulling you flush against Levi's chest. In moments like these, where you felt the worst about yourself, he managed to find ways to make you feel otherwise.

"I can help... with the tape." He started, his chin resting atop your head. You could see the unwavering blush on his cheeks as he looked back at you in the mirror.

"O-Only if you want me too! I can leave if not." The tight hold at your waist told you he really didn't want to leave, nor did you mind. In fact, you felt it was a rather sweet gesture. And you trusted Levi more than anyone.

"Yeah, I want you to." So he did just that, listening to your instructions on how to properly wrap your chest, his gaze avoiding yours as much as it could. You wanted to laugh, he was clearly a bit embarrassed, but he was trying his best. When he was done, he asked if it was too tight for you, but he actually managed to wrap it quite snug.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You gave him a kiss in thanks on the lips, and that stupid smile of his that made your heart flutter appeared. It's hard to feel so bad about yourself when he looks at you that way, so full of love.

Satan

Satan had actually learned the term in a book he read. He was quite fascinated with the character and learning their internal struggles, so the first thing he felt for you when you told him was concern. He often asked what made you comfortable and what didn't, and adjusted himself so. He made sure everyone else did the same, at least among his brothers, and payed close attention to any other demons surrounding you. He was the first to correct anyone to misgender you and always apologized on everyone else's behalf.

When you two had gotten much closer, you sat him down and explained that it was okay for him to be less serious on the subject. That you were able to handle yourself against the words of lesser demons. You considered yourself to be quite confident, and he truly admired you for such. So he did as you asked, giving you some air and watching as you held your own against any gossip or awkward stares. It was child's play to you, you didn't care how anyone saw you, as long as you knew who you were yourself.

Like his brother, he would compare you to male characters he really likes. You two often make small jokes with each other, like saying "I guess that makes you gay now." It was an automatic joke, and you shut your mouth after saying it in fear that it would rub him the wrong way. To your surprise though, he just laughed. His smile was wide as he turned the next page of his current book, his light chuckles fading.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" That's weird. You had previously very rarely ever felt self conscious beside Satan, but for some reason, that joke had you freeze up in your spot. You felt yourself become nervous, rubbing your palms onto your pants to wipe away oncoming sweat. Your eyes met Satan's, worry flashing as you gave him a small smile.

"S-Sorry! I was kidding, just a stupid joke...." To save from humiliation, you picked up a nearby book, trying to forget what had just happened. Why did you feel that way? Was there secretly a part of you that believed Satan didn't love you as much as he said he did? Because you were a trans man? Was that the problem? Girls were never a problem before, but would he have preferred one? How could you just say he was gay now, even if you were joking? Well, there goes your mind again, thinking a mile per minute.

Satan had long already set down his book, turning to you as you personally crushed your spirit into pieces. You were clearly paying no attention to the book in your hands. He tried calling your name a few times, and when that didn't work, he pulled the book out of your hands, finally gaining your attention.

"Love? Why the sudden look? Did I say something wrong?" Your heart sank at his worried expression. You told him not worry himself over you numerous times, but he still did...

"N-No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said something wrong, I shouldn't have joked like that. You probably felt uncomfortable." Word vomit, multiple apologies, and Satan was trying to wrap his head around what you had said. That uncertain look in your eyes was not one he'd seen often. He carefully grabbed your hands with both of his, giving you all of his attention.

"Mc, I don't feel any discomfort from your joke. Rather, I thought it was fairly accurate..." When you didn't respond to him, a few things began to click into place. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, caressing his thumb into the knuckles of your fingers.

"You're a very handsome man Mc, and I feel lucky to be the one you want by your side. I believe that since we are both males, that constitutes for a homosexual relationship, does it not?" There he goes again, pulling out the specifics. You couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanor. How could you worry yourself so much over a joke like this?

"Yeah, I guess that does make you pretty gay."

Asmodeus

Not only has Asmo learned what being trans meant from Solomon, but he had met many demons that expressed themselves as such as well. It was simple knowledge to him, so he didn't bat an eye when you explained yourself to him. He apologized swiftly before correcting himself and changing absolutely nothing with his advances towards you.

Getting close to Asmo was rather easy, and before long you two had become an item. And truly, it was hard to be insecure about yourself around Asmo. He praised your body like it was a well built sculpture, said your voice was close to heavenly and reminded him of the angels that used to sing to him. Your skin was as smooth as silk sheets and he just wants to sink into it until- well, you get the idea. The compliments were never on hold.

But you did manage to get a bit in the dumps when his small groups of fans came into the picture. They were primarily made up of women, unsurprisingly. That may have been what stung you the most. Deep down you knew Asmo probably didn't have a solid preference, but you wondered if he'd rather have imagined himself with a woman.

You were checking yourself in the mirror, you had slipped on something a little more on the feminine side. It was something from Asmo's closet, and you couldn't help but cringe. You wanted so badly to like it, maybe he would like it too. But instead you just felt miserable.

Asmo had entered the room with his loud greeting, quickly spotting you in the corner as you went stiff in your spot. He eyes you up and down, gasping in small surprise. Your shoulders hung low, and you could feel yourself getting smaller.

"I-Is it weird?" The look on your face showed that you didn't like it, and Asmo immediately caught on to the fact. He went in front of you to place his fingers at your chin, frowning at your frustration.

"Hon, if you don't like it that much, why did you put it on?" You couldn't look away, as he sternly kept you in place, looking at him. When you sighed in defeat, you began moving to undress.

"I don't know. I thought you would probably like this look on me more...."

"Oh no- Mc why would you think that?" He helped you remove your arms through the sleeves, setting the top aside before turning his attention back to you.

"I'm a little afraid.... That you might not like me because of who I am?" You spoke quietly, and he studied your features for a minute.

"Because you're not a girl?" You nodded stiffly, he placed a kiss between the furrow of your brows, pulling back with a small smile.

"I don't care what you are hon, I love you dearly." He gave you another kiss, on the lips this time.

"But please, you are much more sexy in your own clothes rather than mine." At this point, you should have known how head over heels he was for your masculine look. Maybe someday you'd get it.

Beelzebub

Beel had actually believed you were cis from the beginning. Sure, maybe your voice was a bit higher, your height much smaller than the rest of them, and your build not as big. But you passed very well, and he didn't think anything of it, because some guys were just built like that. So he was rather surprised when you explained that you were trans.

He was definitely confused, and had many questions on the matter. He asked why it had to be that way? Why weren't you able to change to the gender you wanted to be? And why did people make such a big deal out of it? At the end of the day, he reminded you that he saw you for what you were, another man surrounded by demon men. Lucky you.

He was extremely supportive when you needed him to be, offering snacks to cheer you up on the bad days, bringing you to his workout sessions if you wanted to gain some muscle. You had excitedly run up to him one day, exclaiming how happy you were to be able to get testosterone.

Of course, you had to explain what that was too. But when he saw the big smile on your face, he couldn't help but cheer along with you. You had asked him in private if he would be willing to help you with your shots, to which he immediately agreed to. But when it came down to it, he was awfully nervous of hurting you. You watched as he shakily brought the needle up to your skin.

"It won't hurt you too bad, right?" He asked, hesitant to make another move. You laughed, giving him a reassuring nod.

"It won't hurt, and it will make me happy when I'm done." You patted your thigh in urgency, and his face cringed. He carefully injected the needle into your thigh, making sure to give it a wipe when he was finished. He looked up at you hurriedly in case of any discomfort. He was relieved to find you completely fine.

"Mc... Don't you get tired of having to do all these things?" He's seen it all with you. The mornings you struggled to slip on your binder, the days you had to correct someone for addressing you the wrong way, he even accompanied you to get your hair cut when it grew too long for your liking.

He truly wondered why you had to try so hard to be yourself, and he felt sad for you. He had rested his hands over your thighs, a defeated look on his features as he thought more about it. You shook your head, cupping his face and getting him to look back up at you.

"I do, but I have to do these things to be comfortable in my own skin." He leaned into your touch, almost placing a kiss at your hand.

"You know you never have to feel uncomfortable around me, right?" Oh, how kind he was...

"Of course I know that."

Belphegor

When he first met you, he was just as clueless as his twin. Except he ended up misgendering you, but offered a simple apology when you corrected him. Maybe you just appeared more on the feminine side, that’s his bad. But then you started explaining all these things about being trans, and he apologized saying he didn’t quite understand.

Not that he didn’t accept you or anything, he just didn’t understand the feeling of not feeling at home in your own skin. He didn’t really get it for a minute, but then he noticed how much you look at yourself. How hard you try to present yourself confidently when you were next to them. How much you had to correct people when they misgendered you.

It started to become frustrating to him. Why did you always have to explain yourself? Couldn’t they see you were just another guy? Was it really that hard to tell? In his eyes you weren’t any different from the rest of them, maybe just a little shorter though…

When he noticed you explaining to another demon classmate of yours, he hurried to your side and started dragging you away by the hand. Your complaints fell on deaf ears, his face twisted in annoyance as he looked back at the demon.

“Belphie? What’s gotten into you?” You managed to tug free before you reached his bedroom door, he turned to you with pouting mug.

“Aren’t you mad?” You looked at him dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.

“They ask you the same questions everyday. It’s annoying, right? You can get mad.” He crossed his arms at you, waiting for a response. You nervously held onto your arm, surprised at his small outburst. You gave him a smile that you were sure wasn’t all too convincing.

“I-I’m not that mad. I can’t blame others for not understanding, right?” He deadpanned at you, grabbing onto your wrist again and pulling you inside his room. He shut the door with a slam.

“You’re too nice, Mc.” You shrugged at his words, because maybe he was right about that. You could admit to yourself you were a bit annoyed, but there was a good handful of people who understood you too. It wasn’t all bad.

“Just so you know, you can always tell me if you do get mad, or something….” You smiled, letting him lead you to his bed.

“Yeah.”

“…And you’ll never have to explain stuff like that to me either….”

“….Yeah.” Belphie was not the best with words, but you still cherished what he said. You pulled him into a tight hug, whispering a small thanks into his shoulder.

#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me #omswd

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Locked in a cage// part 2 (Teen!Reader x Warren’s)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves, @brinex

Read part 1 & part 3

You quietly went down the stairs. An old habit of yours. Printed in your brain to always stay quiet. Downstairs looked you cautiously around. No one was around, letting you take a breather. Heading for the kitchen, you figured to get a glass of water. You had to pass Ed and Lorraine’s office in the process. You knew Ed was in the garage working on his car. Where Lorraine would be was a mystery. You jumped out of sight, seeing Lorraine in the office. She sat behind the desk, deeply focused on some paperwork.

You slowly came in sight again, lingering in the door opening. You saw her for a moment. Lorraine Warren was fresh mystery to you. It baffled how easily she could care for someone that wasn’t her own. She took out a pen, scribbling something down. Biting your lip, you liked admiring her. You took a closer look of her face. Her soft face that almost never had a frown.

Always that sweet smile plastered on it. The softness of her hands. The gentleness in them, instead of claw like fingers. Your mother has those. So does your stepfather. Well he has more of an iron fist. – “Oh, Y/n!” - Lorraine had noticed you. You gasped soft, moving yourself out of sight. – “It’s alright, you can enter.” – her voice was calming, different from what you were used to.

You hesitantly moved back in sight, seeing her motion gently to you. – “Are… are you sure?” – you asked, not wanting to overstep. Lorraine nodded, clearing out some room for you. – “Come.” – you walked in, sitting in the chair before her desk. Lorraine got up, walking around the desk. She sat down in the chair beside yours. – “How are you settling in, Y/n?” – you took a deep breath, leaning back in your chair. Lorraine grabbed your hands, holding them gently in hers.

“You don’t have to worry about your stepfather or your mother.” – she spoke, letting her thumbs brush against your skin. You swallowed nervously, turning to look out of the window. – “I know it is a long process but take all the time you need.” – Lorraine touched your chin, smiling at you. – “Thank you, Mrs. Warren, for taking me in…” – you answered. You weren’t sure if you ever properly thanked her. – “even when you didn’t have too.”

Lorraine brought your hands up, pressing a kiss on them. – “You are a part of our family Y/n. Always have been.” – you smiled faintly at her when she brushed some hair aside. – “You are more than Judy’s babysitter.” – Lorraine pinched your cheek. – “Now off to bed. Tomorrow is a busy day.”

You got up. Lorraine waved at you when you left her office. Before you headed back to bed, grabbed you a glass of water. Arriving in the kitchen, filled you the glass. You quirked your eyebrow up seeing Ed enter. He smiled surprised at you. – “You still up?” – he questioned, reaching for a cloth. You nodded; your mouth full of water. He chuckled cleaning his oily hands on the cloth. – “I was just getting a glass of water.” – you said after swallowing.

“You don’t need to explain yourself Y/n. I’m not mad.” – you nodded slowly. It was sometimes still a blur. Adjusting to your new lifestyle. You were used to watch every step. Always explain what you were doing. Waiting for the insults or shouting when something was against their wishes. With the Warren’s it never came. What felt a bit odd to you. You weren’t accustomed to kindness all day long. You set your glass away. – “Good night Mr. Warren.” – you went towards the door as Ed paused you. – “Please Y/n, it’s Ed.” – he reminded you, finding Mr. Warren so formal.

You smiled, seeing him crack up as well. – “Good night, Ed.” – you corrected. – “Good night, Y/n.” – he inhaled deeply, pulling your arms around him. You widened your eyes at his sudden embrace. You didn’t hug him back. Your hands just hovering over his back. You were still too afraid to hug him back. Ed let go of you, understanding it was still new. He knew one day you’d hug him back once he has won over your full trust.

You walked back to your bedroom. Crawling under your blanket, you exhaled deep. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep. Your dreams taking a turn of their own. Stepping away from the path, taking a darker turn. You were surrounded by complete darkness. Your voice echoing when you called out. “Hello” no answer came. You kept looking around for any light but there was none. Screaming in panic, ran you in a direction.

The darkness seemed to go on with no end. You stopped, running in a different direction, just to get the same effect. No way out. An endless pitch black space. It seemed to go on forever. Then like a miracle, saw you a light. Light in the shape of a door. You started to run towards it, hoping it would be your way out. Relief. The closer you got to the bright light, the more shapes you made out. A stairwell leading up to the lighted up door. You were heading up the stairs, smiling with tears in your eyes. A dark figure came standing in the light opening. It made you freeze. A sudden chill running up your spine.

You heard loud laughter as you at once knew to who it belonged. Your stepfather. You squeaked in a panic. “Bad girls need to be punished” he said angry. You called it out, kicking and swinging with your hands. – “Where are Ed and Lorraine!” – you shouted back. The dark shadow resembling your stepfather laughed even louder. “You are all alone girl! Always have been and always will!” You rushed up the stairs, wanting out. You screamed in terror when your stepfather slammed the door shut, blocking out the light.

“No!” – you screamed loud, waking up. You kicked your legs, your blankets tangled up around them. – “No! no! no! let me out!” – you called out in a panic, wanting to be free. Lorraine burst into the room, switching the light on. – “Y/n are you alright?” – she asked in a panic. You were still trying to free yourself when she helped. She shushed you loudly, pressing her hand on your leg to lower it. – “It’s alright Y/n. It’s alright.” – she said, wiping some sweat off your forehead.

You calmed down, allowing her to untangle your legs. Once free, crawled you up against your pillows. – “What happened?” – Lorraine came sitting on your bed. You needed a moment to catch your breath and understand what had happened. Hastily looked you around your room. A bright lighted room. You weren’t in the basement. You were in your bed and Lorraine was here. Lorraine instantly knew what troubled you. – “Did you have a nightmare?” – she asked, reaching for your hand.

You nodded with a loud hum, still looking around. – “It’s alright sweetie, you are save now.” – she let her finger stroke across your forehead. A calming gesture. – “Do you want to talk about it?” – you shook your head, not ready to reveal your fears.

“Do you want me to stay than?” – now you nodded. Lorraine pushed you aside, making room for herself. She came sitting beside you, moving her arm around you. You snuggled up to her, laying your head in the nook of her neck. Lorraine started to hum a song, stroking your forehead caringly. You exhaled deep, relieved to have her. You felt a warmness inside of you when she started to gently rock you. A craving you had missed.

It had been a long time since you experienced such motherly love. Lorraine turned her head, leaving a kiss against your head. – “You are save Y/n. I promise you.” – she whispered out. – “Nothing bad will ever touch you again.” – you wrapped your arms around her, pressing yourself a closely to her a possible. Lorraine staid all night with you. She wanted to make sure you were sleeping peacefully. When you did, she didn’t have the heart to leave. So Lorraine staid till morning, having you in her arms safely.

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Lessons in Honesty: part 2

steve harrington x reader

chapter 2

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: hello hello!! thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter of this series. if you haven’t read it, feel free to click the link to part one above!! i love this chapter-- my jokes are stupid, and eddie is fun. no trigger warning that i can think of, so please enjoy!!

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"Pipsqueak, catch!"

There was no reason for Eddie to say catch. He had tossed it before he called out, knowing you wouldn't have time. It only resulted in you turning your head at just the right moment for the shirt to smack onto your face. At least it was a soft object. He'd done the same thing with a soda can once, and while you managed to step out of the way, it exploded on you when it landed on the ground.

Gripping the thin cotton shirt, you dropped it on your lap with a slight scowl at the curly-haired boy. Of course, that infectious grin of his that transformed his face from serious indifference to an overwhelming brightness that made you think you had suddenly stroked out couldn't be ignored. You ended up laughing and shaking your head exasperatedly. "Yeah, thanks for that!" You replied, standing up to tug the baseball tee over top of the shirt you were already wearing.

Your other Hellfire shirt had been stained, and it took them a while to get a new one made. And it wasn't from the soda can, by the way. Those stains came out just fine. Instead, the culprit was a leaky pen in the middle of math class. You almost wish it had been because of the soda incident.

"White's your colour. Innocent, pure— fitting for someone who's never taken a single misstep. Then again, there is a demon on it. Can't be all innocent if you're in the 'satanic' D&D club." One might think this sort of thing sounded flirty given his assessing gaze and smirk, but it was clear it wasn't when it came out of Eddie's mouth. It was just a taunt, a tease, and one he knew would wiggle its way under your skin.

"If you'd have tacked on virginal to that sentence, I would have kicked your ass," you deadpanned.

His smirk stayed the same. "Didn't need to. You just said it for me."

"Whatever," you muttered, fiddling with the strap of your backpack as you readjusted it on your shoulder. Way to be smooth. Argue with him as a means to get his attention. Maybe you felt awkward because you were alone with him in the club room. You barely ever spent any time with Eddie alone. Not for lack of wanting, but what were you going to do? Invite him to watch a movie or something? He'd probably either laugh at you or think you were talking about it in terms of the Hellfire Club, and everyone would tag along anyway. You were shocked enough at lunch when Eddie asked you to meet him here after class. You'd gotten your hopes up about it, thinking of the things he might want to talk to you about in private, out of view of the others.

Turns out it was just because he had your shirt here.

All those hopes got kicked like the little puppy he saw you as.

"You impatient or something?" Eddie continued on, your gaze averting from the scuff on your shoe back up to him again. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed like he intended to stay for a while. Maybe there was something more he wanted to talk to you about.

"Got Harrington waiting for you again?"

Uh.

"What?" You questioned in a voice too high-pitched to be brushed off as casual. You were rooted to your spot on the floor.

"I saw you leaving in his car a couple of days ago," he merely shrugged.

That was the day Steve mentioned that stupid plan about fake dating to get Eddie's attention. You hadn't talked to him since, had honestly just brushed off the whole thing as something completely out of the realm of possibility. But for Eddie to have noticed that? And bring it up? There was no way.

"Yeah, he uh-" you cleared your throat, repeating the term be cool repeatedly in your head as if it might work. "He's friends with my sister." You felt like more words should have been tacked onto the end of that sentence. It barely even answered his question at all. But what else could you say without stupidly rambling about it? It's not like he actually cared or anything like that. He was just asking to make small talk. Probably.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, pushing himself away from the table to saunter closer to you in that loose goofy-ish way he sometimes did. "Ah," he breathed out as if it all made sense. "So you're just like the other kiddos he hangs around with then? Didn't think you needed to be babysat."

Christ. You should have elaborated more.

"No," you reared back, a small frown pulling at your lips at the implication he saw you as some sort of… baby. "I mean, we're like… friends too. Outside of my sister. We hang out." That was a bit (or a lot) of a stretch, but it was closer to the truth than the implication you were like the Hellfire freshmen. You didn't really feel like picking up the nickname 'Henderson 2.0.'

"You hang out?" Eddie said, his question coming from a place that sounded like doubt and not genuine curiosity. He smiled, nodding his head slowly. "Okay. Alright. Didn't take his type as the sort of crowd you'd willingly hang around with, but maybe I pegged you wrong."

"Well, he's got all the good hair products, so," you attempted a joke. You were thankful Eddie let out one chuff of a laugh, his smile growing a bit wider, maybe less distanced.

He moved closer to you and put his hand on your head, mussing up your hair as you swatted his arm and tried to step back. Nothing knocks you down a level than your crush hair ruffling you. "You need them," he joked around, moving away and closer to the door. Eddie gave an exaggerated twist out of the frame, only to lean back in and give you a small salute. "See you later, Pip." And with that, he was gone.

And all you could say to yourself as you stared at the empty space he used to be was a disbelieving and whispered, "holy shit."

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You'd been pacing around your room for a few minutes now, trying to talk yourself out of what you were planning to do. It was getting so bad that you left track marks on your old and faded carpet. Granted, you tended to pace a lot, so it was from years of endless back and forth. That's the price of anxiety.

But hey, this was an anxiety-inducing situation! You were going to agree to fake date Steve. Mentally, it was a lot, especially when you'd been so hell-bent on saying no. It wasn't until you and Eddie's talk today that it all flew out the window. He just had to go and bring up Steve, didn't he? You weren't so naïve to think that it was some sort of jealous reaction on Eddie's part. At least, not in the way you were hoping it was. But it was enough of a reaction that you thought maybe Steve's stupid plan might work in the long run.

Letting out a long sigh to try and release some of that pressure bubbling inside you, you stopped where you were and grabbed your phone, dialling before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

"What's up, you got Steve at Family Video. How can I help?" Came a bored tone on the other end of the line. You took one more calming breath.

"I'll do it."

All went silent, the only sound a soft humming buzz from the receiver.

"…Rent a video?"

"No!" You raised your voice, though you quickly cleared your throat and settled yourself back down. The last thing you needed was Robin coming in here and asking what you were doing. This was one of the only days she didn't work with Steve, and you got lucky with that. "No, I mean I'll date you. I mean fake date you—whatever. Can I meet you after work?"

"Buckley? Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure," Steve replied in a sort of robotic tone. It sounded like his thoughts hadn't entirely caught up with his mouth. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'll tell you about it later. What time are you off? Nine?"

He must have found something about the interaction funny because he let out one puff of a winded laugh. "Just after. You don't have to walk all the way here. I'll come pick you up—"

"And have Robin see? No. She'd just hop in your car and think you're here for her. I'll see you then."

Steve started to say your name in protest again, but it was too late. You took the phone away from your ear and hung up the line.

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"What's the plan?"

You were being blunt, but it wasn't without reason. It was understandable that your nerves were on edge. You've never done anything like this before. Being stuffed up in this car didn't help with the weird suffocating feeling building up in your lungs. You were barely even looking at him, instead finicking with the seatbelt strap, focusing on ignoring the automatic urge to clip it on anytime you got into a car. You would have preferred talking outside at that picnic bench over there, but Steve complained that it was too cold and said— as if it were his motto— 'get in the damn car.'

"Oh, how was work, you asked?" He jovially said, catching your eye as you turned your attention to him with a blank stare. "Yeah, it was great. I had some guy return an empty E.T. case and told me government officials took it for evidence." Ah. So it was passive aggressiveness. Nice. Still, it deflated some of the nerves you had built up over these past couple of hours of waiting. You visibly relaxed in your seat.

"Pleasantries. How could I forget." You offered back, repressing a tiny smile. "Did he at least seem remorseful about it?"

"Nope. Chucked the thing at me and ran out of the store." Steve continued with a shake of his head. "Idiot forgot I can still find his information on file."

The wonders of technology. You felt bad for laughing, but it was pretty bizarre. It deserved a laugh. "You should call him up and pretend to be the FBI. Tell him you reported him for involving the government in an elaborate lie."

Steve grinned. "I think impersonating the FBI is a federal offence, but I'll keep that in mind."

The smile you'd been trying to fight back won out and morphed into a grin similar to Steve's. Maybe it made some sense why so many girls fawned at his feet in high school. He had a pretty nice smile.

"Alright, so you going to tell me what changed your mind?"

Oh. Right. No distractions. Not that Steve's smile was all that distracting. Really.

"Yeah," you blinked, turning your head away as you let go of the seatbelt and crossing your arms comfortably over your chest. "Eddie brought you up today. I guess he saw me get into your car the last time." Steve's eyebrow quirked at that, but you didn't want him to get any wrong ideas about what that may have meant. "I don't think it was jealousy," you quickly added, sitting up a bit straighter. "At least not in the way I'd hope for. I think it annoys him that Dustin and the guys sometimes hang out with you, and he lumped me in with them or something."

"But he noticed it?" His words prodded you like a joking poke to your side.

"He noticed it," you confirmed lightly, breezily. Not as if you had replayed the scene multiple times in your head since then, trying to dissect Eddie's movements, facial tics, and every single change in his tone of voice.

"Then it seems we've made a deal?" Steve looked at you expectedly, his grin even wider as he held out his hand for what looked to be a fist bump. You rolled your eyes but gave him one anyway.

"Yes, but--" you started, watching him lower his hand with a wary look. Jesus, what the hell was he expecting you to say? That it'd cost him his firstborn? Or worse, all his bottles of hairspray? "We need a plan to go about this. I don't think anyone in their right mind would believe that we just started dating out of the blue. I've only really hung out with you when Robin was around."

Steve nodded his head as you spoke. "You're right," he muttered, a faraway look taking over his features as his brow furrowed in a way that was becoming increasingly familiar to you. His thinking face. And oh, how serious it was.

It only took him a few seconds to snap out of it, and he did by clapping his hands very loudly. So loudly, in fact, that you jumped in your seat and a slight ring buzzed in your ears. You mumbled a soft curse under your breath as you brought a hand up to rub at your temple.

"Then we just tell people we're hanging out at first and progress from there. I'll pick you up sometimes from class, and we'll just chill or go get some food or something. If we're gonna be fake dating, it's probably a good thing we learn more about one another anyway."

Okay. Okay, yeah, that could work. Better yet—

"We can always set up some weird scenario for whoever to walk in on to make it seem like they've 'discovered' we're more than friendly. It'll probably be the only way Robin believes it given my uh—" How does one say this without making it sound as juvenile as it was. "Infatuation with Eddie." Great. That sounded way more natural.

"Define a weird scenario."

Shit. You'd been so wrapped up in your own ideas that you didn't even notice the odd look Steve was giving you. It was easy to tell where his thoughts had drifted to. You smacked his arm. "I'm not talking about sex, you idiot. I mean kissing and jumping apart or something. Fake kissing. We should make that a rule. I'm okay with hand-holding or hugs, but we should draw a clear line."

"Rules on kissing. Never imagined fake dating could be so romantic," Steve joked.

"If I wanted romance lessons, I'd go somewhere else," you retorted. This was clearly an arrangement of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less.

Steve gave a mock-wounded look. Brat.

"Okay, so hugging and touching or whatever is fine then?"

"If you're comfortable with that?" You realized you never really clarified what he was expecting or willing to do out of this arrangement.

He snorted. "I don't know. I'll have to ask my pastor if it will ruin my relationship with God."

A simple 'yes' would have sufficed just fine.

"We'll just take it as we go, okay? We pre-plan all this shit, and we won't come off natural at all. Robin will try sticking her nose in this anyway, so the more we just behave like ourselves, the less weird it will be," Steve continued.

He was right. It settled your mind enough that you were no longer trying to choreograph specific actions in your head that you could whip out on a dime. However, it was still going to be weird. It was going to be something hard to adjust to. You'd be spending a lot more time with Steve Harrington than you ever thought you would. Maybe you could finally make sense of how the hell your sister and him struck up a friendship in the first place, given how much she complained about him when she first started working at Scoops Ahoy.

"She'll try to kill us, you know." You didn't even need to say who the 'she' was, it was so apparent. The act of keeping something from Robin didn't exactly sit well, but even if you told her the truth about this, it would never work. She'd still pressure Steve about Nancy and then spoil your secret with her inability to keep her mouth shut for more than five seconds at a time. You loved her, but damn was she bad at secret-keeping. Look at how long she lasted before she blabbed your crush on Eddie to Steve.

"She won't kill me. You'll just find my balls cut off in your freezer," Steve grimaced, staring at the lone street lamp outside in silence for a few seconds.

Then you laughed. And he laughed. And everything was right in the world.

"They won't take up much space," you stated with your most innocent smile.

Steve glanced at you. "Thanks, yeah. Very mature of you," he muttered. Still, you saw him fighting back to keep his mouth from grinning wide and laughing again.

As everything within you started to emotionally wind down, you were getting prepared to leave when Steve reached into his pockets for his keys. He asked, "so when's your next club thing? I'll pick you up from that. That way Eddie and the other losers will see."

You watched as he put the keys in the ignition and turned his car on. What the hell? "Uh… Friday. It'll end late at around eight-thirty, or nine?" you replied with confusion, quickly following it up with a "Steve, I'm still in your car," in case he somehow forgot. You wouldn't put it past him.

"I know that," Steve deadpanned, the car lurching forward. "I'm taking you home."

You started to protest, but that demanding paternalistic voice he sometimes had came out clear when he cut you off. "I'll drop you off a block before your house. Robin won't see, so stop flipping out."

You weren't flipping out. Yet. You might have, but there really wasn't much to complain about if you could get out a block before your house. Not that you could really complain about someone offering you a ride home. It was too nice of a gesture. Especially when he didn't have to.

"Thanks, Steve," you replied a little quieter.

Steve peered towards you for a second from the corner of his eye as he shifted in his seat. "You're welcome."

There was a beat of silence.

"I feel bad I never told you that your zipper has been undone this entire time now."

Looking down and back up again with an admittedly impressive speed, Steve slapped his hand hard on his steering wheel. "Oh, come on!" He gave a pissed-off shout as he used the other hand to clumsily pull it back up.

Yikes. It was probably like that his whole shift then, huh?

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+front of you", "she's always talking about how much she could make you happy" etc. unfortunately i woke up before the conclusion but i would like if it had a fluffy ending... Please? Sorry if it's too long :,)

Wow you remember your dreams- that's a bit wild to me haha but I love this request so much! Don't worry about it being too long, I absolutely love it all. I tried making the conclusion fluffy, so I hope you enjoy! (A good playlist or mood music helps with this one) <3

Osamu Dazai was an idiot. A very smart one, but an idiot nonetheless, a fact that posed quite the confusing situation for most other people. For you, it simply opened up new possibilities for you to get hurt. You were okay with that, though, after having so long to get used to knowing he would never feel the way you did for him. He probably wouldn't feel that way for anyone, at least not to want to stay with them, and in a way that gave you an odd kind of comfort. At least for now you could pretend like you wouldn't do anything to see him happy; that you wouldn't stand by as he loved someone else if it came to it. You could pretend you were selfish when it came to him, that you wouldn't risk it all because somehow you had fallen in love.

"He's a dumbass if he can't appreciate what's right in front of him, that's all I'm saying," Yosano finished, dragging you out from your thoughts while Naomi nodded resolutely.

She turned, brushing a lock of black hair behind her ear and casting a jaded look towards the man in question who was walking downstairs before looking back at you. "She's right y/n, you don't need him."

You simply smiled sadly, glad for their advice even if you all knew it wouldn't do much if anything at all. "And anyway," Naomi continued, "there are so many people who would absolutely kill to be with you!"

"Just my luck that I had to fall for the one guy who doesn't want anything more for me than friendship," you laughed, "I'm alright with it though, you know that. I've had a long time to think about it and I've realized that if we're only ever going to be friends then I'll be happy just to know him. Anyway I better get going, Kunikida will have my neck if I don't get these reports filed."

With that you walked off towards your desk, the three of you pretending like you couldn't see the way your smile wavered. Just like you pretended it didn't hurt to love him. You kept pretending, laughing with him, trying to hide the way your cheeks would flush ever so gently when he'd tease you. All the while you held your tongue and resisted the urge to scream it in his face until you stood with your heart in your hands for him to see.

Wake up, you begged, wake up. Open your eyes and notice me.

He knew you better than most; you knew him the way he never thought anyone would. Over the years you had both lived and learned each other, studying the other without trying until you fell and fought in perfect synchrony.

He knew how you took your coffee and how you twirled your pen between your fingers when you were bored;

You knew he got quiet when he drank and that he would often text you in the early hours of the morning; not expecting a reply, just looking for a way to kill some time.

You'd lived by breathing each other until now when only one of you still felt human.

So you kept your head down and laughed and pushed yourself further away every time you got to thinking what if again.

You would've been content to do that forever.

But you could say you'd be happy not to need to; either because you'd found love or found it in yourself to move on.

Either way, it was nearing six, so as you finished up your last bits of work with a satisfied sigh, you collected your things and started down the stairs with Yosano chatting lightly at your side.

"Mind if I stop for coffee?" you asked, "I'm exhausted-"

"No explanation needed," she replied, "you deal in the agency's matters. That, my dear y/n, is explanation enough."

Laughing a little you stepped into the cafe, ready to get your drink and go home for a quiet evening to yourself. Any hope of that was dashed, though, when you walked in to see Dazai lounging lazily on top of one of the tables, talking to a pretty waitress who'd started work there a few weeks back. You knew that smile he wore; it was the one that made yours and other girls' knees go weak, paired with those eyes that promised mischief sweet as sugar falling like ash on your lips.

It was the smile that killed you a little more every time you saw it, a painful reminder of exactly where you stood.

"So what do you say," he got off the table, lifting her chin with his hand as he stepped closer...only for you and your friend to catch his eye in the doorway. "Y/n! Yosano! Sorry I didn't see you there."

You could feel your cheeks burning as a momentary silence descended, Yosano eyeing you nervously as she saw tears spring to your eyes.

"What else is new," you muttered, voice choked with the kind of sadness that sounded like surrender. That was all you had in mind as you turned and fled out the door, the cold autumn wind sweeping in for a split second as you started home. Behind you, Yosano stared angrily at Dazai, the waitress heading back into the kitchen long ago as you'd left.

"You really are an ass," Yosano began, angry on your behalf as Dazai sputtered in surprise. "Really, I mean it. For someone so smart you are completely oblivious to the things that are right in front of your damn face."

"What the hell are you talking about, Yosano?"

"I'm talking about y/n, Dazai! I'm talking about the girl that has been there for you for years and not once has she ever told you how she felt. I'm talking about the girl who stood and watched as you flirted with every girl who walked through the goddamn door and who never said a word because she cared about you too much.

It's a real good thing you're pretty, Osamu Dazai because at this rate, you'll miss out on really loving someone because you were too stupid too look right in front of you for something you already had."

There it was.

The truth, real and nasty and beautiful, bleeding out into the quiet before Yosano followed your lead, shaking her head in disgust as Dazai was left shell shocked.

He was a fool; and it was going to cost him you. Shit.

Every moment he was there was another moment wasted; another moment you were spending thinking he didn't love you. And just like always, it was his fault that he was loosing you, because he'd gone about it all wrong.

What was different was now he had a chance to change it.

Yosano had already vanished, but he knew where to go. At this time you were waiting for your train, the 6:30 back to your apartment. Tearing through the streets he ran as fast as he could to the train station, brushing past people with abandon all the while.

He couldn't let you go on thinking he didn't love you; he refused to. Not when it was his own fault you thought he didn't even care. No.

You had to know the truth.

Frantically he checked the schedule in the train station, the clock on the wall ticking down and down as he frantically searched for you.

And suddenly, there you were; eyes filling with surprise and hope when you caught sight of him.

"Y/n," he panted, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry-"

"Don't apologize to me," you replied, your voice to soft to be genuine. For the first time, you were hiding from him, and it broke him completely. "You don't love me the way I love you. It's simple as that, no one's to blame for it. I've been content with that fact for longer than you know."

He knew that smile, the one on your lips . It was the one people gave when reminded of a very sad truth; something they couldn't run away from or change.

It didn't belong on you.

"Y/n, please, just listen to me. I don't do well with emotions. I never have, and I think you know that. I get scared and I doubt myself and maybe I believed I was always doomed to fail- but that's not the point.

But I love you. I do, and I have, never knowing how to tell you because I was scared I would loose you. So I kept flirting and such just hoping maybe you would be brave so I wouldn't have to be. It was selfish but-"

He didn't finish and he didn't want to; not when the reason his words had been stolen was your mouth on his, lips crashing together and then pulling away like restless waves on the shore. He felt bliss running through every vein in his body, every one of your sense coming alive as he placed his hands on your body to keep you close. He was stealing your breath, drunk on you, you breathing him in like you had and wanting nothing more than to be close. When you finally pulled back, the cold wind coloring your cheeks so perfectly, the evening light spreading over you, everything felt utterly perfect.

Nothing had ever felt so real, and you never wanted to go back.

He smiled at you, your eyes shinning back brighter than ever, and whispered against your lips;

"It was selfish but there's nothing I've wanted to do more than tell you how deeply I love you y/n."

You laughed a little, still lost in your bliss. "You are one of the most impatient people I know and you picked now to wait?

You really are an idiot, Osamu Dazai."

He knew by your smile, like he always had, that you didn't mean a damn word.

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myherowritings · 4 years

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PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”

If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words.

“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.”

You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?”

The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.

“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”

You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”

“The real way a weekend should be spent.”

His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.

“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?”

He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.”

“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.”

You were only half-serious.

“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.

“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”

His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”

With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good.

“And for your drink?”

“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.”

You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?”

“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.”

With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”

Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?

“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”

“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”

Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price.

“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.

“Correct.”

By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art.

As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100.

Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.

Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!”

— ✩ —

This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything.

When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?”

Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons.

You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to.

As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want.

“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.”

Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down.

“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?”

“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!”

He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.”

Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”

Again, you were only half-serious.

“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”

And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded.

After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto.

A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?”

“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?”

You stared at him, unsure what to say.

“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response.

“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.

So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him.

“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.”

You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.”

Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”

Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently.

“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.”

He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.”

“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!”

With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”

Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.

“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…”

“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.”

The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?

You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.”

“Guess so.”

“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.”

“Okay.”

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image.

“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone.

“You too.”

Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?”

His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice.

“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”

“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.”

As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance.

“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone.

With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.

Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.

Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)

You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case.

a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o

what to expect in the next part:

an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ

shouto has a...proposition for y/n

FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Hello, can i request with 2 characters? It's Semi and Ushijima with top male reader. Reader and Ushijima are couple. Their relationship is mostly Ushi being sub and will do anything reader told him to. Also reader a bit manipulative? Well it's easy for him to make someone do his bidding.

Reader told Ushi to touch himself inside an empty room while reader watching him and he order him not to cum without his instructions. Earlier that day, Reader told Semi to come to the room after school end and when he did appeared, he saw Ushi playing with his own body. The sight made him hard and reader whispering things that stimulate him more and usher him to mess up Ushi.

Reader enjoying the scene because he knew that Semi has feelings for Ushi and he's happy because he get a new toy to play with. After Semi cum inside Ushi, Reader pull him toward himself and pounding him hard till he collapse from the overstimulation. Also reader didn't neglect his boyfriend that's been begging him to fuck him and let him cum.

wrapped around your fingers, (nsfw) ushijima x top!reader x semi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!)

warnings: degradation, 3 some, hella manipulation, adultery kinda (?), daddy kink a little, there's also some dumbification and some random usual top reader kinks i slapped in there and publuc sex kinda me thinks

a/n: i love these types of request, dark but definitely fun to write, i lean bottom but this was still really 🛐

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"c'mon semi, look at your crush over there~ all riled up, touching himself, and begging to cum. won't you help him out a little?" you said pointing at ushijima, still with a vibrator inside his ass.

"y/n, p-please stop… this isn't right and you know it."

"oh i know very well it isn't, but who the fuck is gonna come and stop me? certainly not you with that hard-on in your pants."

you wanted to ruin ushijima more and more everyday, that's why you came up with the plan of completely breaking his mind with a particular someone else in mind. semi eita, one of the setters for the volleyball team. you knew he had a crush on ushijima ever since second year but ushi chose you over him. his feelings didn't die away and in fact it probably grew stronger than before. you wanted to take this chance to also mess with him a little, and see what kind of interesting scene will happen in front of your eyes.

bored, once again. it wasn't because you weren't satisfied with the relationship you had, you just simply wanted more risk and fun in it. ushijima is a very nice boyfriend even if he can be dense sometimes. he's obedient, especially to you. whatever you ask of him he'll almost always do it without fail. whether it was in the streets or in the sheets. the two of you were just out eating ramen till the filthy idea came rushing into your head.

after going home, you told your boyfriend to wait for you in the storage room afterschool tomorrow and answer a video chat with only his video on. you whispered some questionable instructions into his ears and handed over him a small box for him to put in his backpack later. you told him not to open the box until tomorrow and he listened like a good boy. the rest of the night went on as usual but you were excited to see what will happen tomorrow.

during class the next day you continued to remind ushijima about last night and told him to make sure not to forget about what's suppose to happen later today. while you were enjoying lunch with your boyfriend you nearly forgot to inform the other person about this. you strolled in the semi's classroom casually and walked over to his desk finding him writing the homework that hasn't even been assigned yet.

"heyyy semi, how's it going?" you said with a sly look on your face.

"oh hey y/n, i'm doing fine, do you need something?" semi said putting his pen down.

"i was wondering if you had time afterschool today?"

"i'm afraid not, i have something to attend to after school today, sorry about that."

"are you sure you can't come? i would really appreciate it if you do, it's something quite important."

"i really wish i could but i wouldn't want to push this off either-"

"wakatoshi is going to be there."

the air stiffened around the classroom as you saw semi tighten his fist. you knew he couldn't resist ushijima, and you didn't want to have to pull out this card either but he left you no choice. you can and will do anything to get what you want. semi turned his head but gave you a light nod in return. that was his signal of submission.

"i'll see you 15min after school on the balcony~" you said with a smug look and your hands inside your pocket.

the rest of your classes were so boring you nearly fell asleep. you wanted to get outta there and just carry out the rest of your plan. you were horny and you couldn't do anything about it, the thought of just fucking ushijima on his desk came into your mind a few times but was quickly brushed away after a while.

you quickly left your seat after class after giving your boyfriend a kiss on the forehead and a small wink. you headed over to the balcony of the school while ushijima headed over to the storage room waiting for your video call. ushijima found out what you gave him in the little box and understood exactly what you meant. he loosened himself up and put in the vibrator at a low setting just like you asked. he then dialed your phone with nothing on but his shirt.

"y-y/n, i did what you asked, is this good enough?" ushijima said with little moans coming out of his mouth.

"that's it good boy, such a little slut for me aren't you?"

ushi nodded his head while attempting to push the vibrator deeper inside him.

"remember now, no cumming until i say so, alright darling?"

"yes sir h-hah~"

you let out a low giggle and put your phone inside your pocket on mute to greet the grey hair male in front of you.

"hey semi, you're here."

"yes, where is ushijima? i need to go soon."

"woah woah what's the rush? follow me, i'll lead you to him."

semi was confused by what you meant but followed anyways. you led him to the storage room and told him to open the door himself. semi's heart began to race, afraid of what might be behind that door. his hands shook at the handle but eventually gained the courage to open it. he closed his eyes and pushed the door to see a heavenly sight he wouldn't even have seen in his dreams.

ushijima was on the floor wearing nothing but a t-shirt, his eyes closed, moaning your name and playing with his nipples. you ordered him to not cum without your permission so there he is. left on the floor alone, edging himself, desperate to be a good boy for you. ushijima opened his eyes after hearing the door of the storage room creak. out of panic he covered his hard cock and sat up straight, only to find one of his best friends and his boyfriend standing in front of him.

"y-y/n? semi? what are you guys doing here?!"

"aww look at you, following my instructions, good boy."

"y-y/n! what is this?!"

"hey darling, i never said you could stop, did i? now go on, keep pleasuring yourself, and if you do a good job i might just let you cum~"

"y-yes daddy…" ushijima said as he returned to the position he was in before.

"y/n! what are you doing! w-why did you even bring me here!" semi shouted out of rage.

"c'mon semi, look at your crush over there~ all riled up, touching himself, and begging to cum. won't you help him out a little?" you said pointing at ushijima.

"p-please stop… this isn't right and you know it."

"oh i know very well it isn't, but who the fuck is gonna come and stop me? certainly not you with that hard-on in your pants."

you were right, semi cock couldn't have been harder in his life. seeing his crush fucking himself with a vibrator and begging like a slut. he just couldn't control himself anymore. semi took off his pants and his cock bounced out of his underwear. he didn't even bother lubing himself up, he wanted to make ushi hurt, make him suffer for choosing you over him. while all of this was happening you were simply just an audience, enjoying the show put in front of you.

"yah fuck you, fucking slut… such a pretty little whore for y/n over there huh? fucking take my cock bitch!" semi grunted. you could hear the rage coming from his voice and that only excited you more.

ushijima was already out of breath, busy being fucked by semi. eyes rolled back, his tongue sticking out and his soft, overstimulated dick bouncing each time semi shoved further into him.

you walked over to semi and whispered into his ear.

"how good does it feel? to finally get what you wanted after so long."

"shut the fuck up, a-ah you fucking bastard!" semi said as he came into your boyfriend, grunting and moaning out of anger.

at this point ushijima was pretty much passed out but you haven't had your fun yet. while semi was trying to catch his breath, you quietly unbuckled your belt behind him and revealed your hard cock. you grabbed semi's hands behind him quickly and shoved your dick right into his ass, with no lube whatsoever.

"a-ah! what the fuck y/n fucking- let me go! what are you h-hah~"

"wow…look at you semi, just like your little crush over there you are also now getting fucked like a slut huh?" you said in a teasing manner.

"fuck off a-ah… why are you doing this!"

"oho? tired of playing nice are we? this is simply just payback, for fucking my boyfriend dumb. in return, i'm going to do the same for you~"

if semi actually had the strength to fight back he would. however with the giant cock head hitting his prostate over and over again it makes it hard for him to even talk. you kept whispering sweet words into semi's ears telling him how good of a slut he is, fucking someone's brains out and immediately getting the same treatment. sooner or later you fucked the male onto the floor, ass filled with cum and so broken that he can't even stand up anymore.

and there they were, both of your playthings, wrapped around your finger.

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cyborg-franky · 3 years

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Hi friend! How would you feel about writing a short one about how Law would care for his person with chronic pain?

Totes can be Law x Reader :)

I hope this brings you some comfort <3

Law x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 499

The winter caused your body to ache, the burning in your joints at the cold weather causing everything to get stiff, to ache, to hurt. You hated it, it made you feel weak. You were a pirate, and the cold weather would render you a shivering painful mess, balled up under all the blankets wishing your body would warm enough to ease your suffering.

Law glanced up from his work when he heard a painful whimper from the bundle of blankets on the bed, he frowned, tapping the edge of his pen on the table. There was too much going on in your body that he couldn’t simply use his abilities to remove or fix.

He’d never felt helpless when it came to helping someone with what attacked their body. He rolled his chair away from his mountain of paperwork to go sit in front of glass tubes, bottles, and beakers. You focused on the clinking of delicate glass; it was soothing hearing him here with you.

You felt your eyes fluttering shut, trying to bury yourself in sleep to avoid the incessant pain that groaned between each joint. You sighed, turning over hoping your hip would ache less and allow you the softness of a nap. You yelped in surprises when you saw Law looming over you with a small cup.

“Fuck, you need a bell” You huffed pulling your blanket higher, over your nose, just peeking out at your captain, he chuckled amused at your reaction before he gestured you to shuffle over on the bed.

“I made you something for the pain, I think the new tree bark we picked up on the last island will give it the length needed to help you through the day” He waited for you to sit up, resting against the headboard before he sat with you, passing you the cup.

You sniffed the liquid and pulled a face, your nose wrinkled in disgust, it smelt so bad, had it burned your nose hair? You looked at Law who was waiting expectantly. “Like a shot, all at once” He made a taking a shot gesture and you nodded, knocking it back you yelped.

“It’s the worst thing I have tasted in my fucking life, even that time Shachi had to cook, oh damn” You winced, hitting your chest, you felt it burn on its way down, just like a shot of whiskey.

“All the best medicine tastes bad, trust me” Law offered you what he thought was a reassuring smile but he just looked pleased with himself, he tried. “Now, lay down and let it take effect” He watched you slouch, sinking back under the sheets.

He pulled the extra blanket up, covering you. You mumbled your thanks as he brushed hair off your face, he took your hand that peeked out from the blanket and kissed it, his goatee tickling your skin, you smiled and felt everything ache just slightly less, enough that you felt sleep coming for you.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law #law x you #law x reader #law one piece x you #law one piece x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #gender neutral reader #sfw

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dysfunctionalcrab · 4 years

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babysitter

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: george is left to babysit your niece

warnings: mentions of a future family? just in case that makes you uncomfortable.

[y/n/n] - your nieces name

[y/s/n] - your siblings name (gender neutral too)

note: i’m not too sure about this imagine, please a like or reply if you actually enjoyed! - niss

you woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting your ear off, if you hadn’t turned it off right there you probably would have gone deaf.

george was sleeping like a baby beside you, you could hear his quiet snores. you were surprised he didn’t wake up to the sound of your ear-piercing alarm.

turning on your phone, you glanced at the time that read 12:30. you sighed in annoyance as you registered that you only had half an hour before you had to be on your way to university. so you got up and began your normal morning routine, brush your teeth, shower, have breakfast and finally get dressed. however, as you were packing your bag, almost ready to go, you received a notification from your [sibling]

[y/s/n]: we’re 5 minutes away!!!

[y/s/n]: thank you so much for agreeing to do this :)

fuck.

it completely slipped your mind. you had promised to take care of [y/n/n] for today, your 7 year old niece, while your [sibling] was at their job interview. regardless, you texted them a quick ‘no problem’ before rushing upstairs to wake up george.

he was still sleeping, but now he was completely hiding under the covers with one arm sticking out. you hated to interrupt his beauty sleep but this was more important. you began to shake him awake.

“babe,” you shook him

“wake up,”

“george,” you removed the covers off his face

“wake the fuck up!” you started poking his sides. usually, you would be a little less... harsh, but you were panicking.

finally the boy rose from his slumber, groaning and stretching all his limbs. he blinked a couple times before meeting your eyes

“good morning,” he said softly, as if he completely just disregarded your tone of desperation and worry.

you pulled him by his arm and he sat upright,

“you need to get up right now,” you told him

“what’s going on?” he questioned, clearly confused as you weren’t giving him any context

“you need to take care of [y/n/n] for today, i have classes today, and i need to leave in 5 minutes and [y/s/n] has a job interview and there’s nobody else to take care of her,” you rushed out all in once sentence.

“are you serious?” he narrowed his eyes at you. “you know how bad i am with kids, especially [y/n/n] , she hates me,”

that was partly true. unfortunately, your niece wasn’t exactly fond of george. ever since you even started dating,m, [y/n/n] acted cold towards your boyfriend, it only got worse when you moved in with him. she always refused to play a game if george was going to participate, or never accepted any high fives or hellos from him. you felt sympathy for george. this child despised him and now you were asking him to look after her.

“please, i’m begging you,” you looked at him with pleading eyes. his eyes softened up after recognising the urgency of the situation.

“fine,” he agreed. you sighed out of satisfaction that you didn’t have to stress out [y/s/n] over finding a new baby sitter.

“thank you so much,” you pressed a small kiss to his lips appreciatively.

right at that moment, you two heard the doorbell ring. you urged george to get ready as fast as he could while you went down stairs and greeted your [sibling] and your niece.

“auntie/uncle [y/n]!” [y/n/n] yelled as you opened the door, immediately rushing into your arms. she looked a lot taller than the last time you saw her

“how’s my favourite girl?” you picked her up and swung her, before placing a little kiss on her head

you gave your [sibling] a quick hug. they handed you a bag full of toys, teddies and colouring pens, along with a spare set of clothing just in case [y/n/n] got a little messy throughout the day. and some quick reminders about her favourite foods or how to get her stop crying. you’d looked after her before, so all of it was pretty familiar to you

“again, thank you so, so much, you have no idea how much you’re helping me.” they told you. your [sibling] gave [y/n/n] a kiss on the cheek and told her to be a ‘good and kind little girl’ before finally exiting the household.

george, at last, made his way down. wearing a decent pair of jeans and a hoodie, giving an awkward wave to [y/n/n]

you checked the time and knew you had to get going. you had to explain to her that uncle george was going to be the one looking after her today. and after one whole tantrum, you managed to convince her to be a good girl by promising to give her a big reward afterward.

finally, you kissed [y/n/n] and george a goodbye , then shut the front door behind you.

george and [y/n/n] stood opposite each other. there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. george felt so...he didn’t even know. what do you say to a child who hates you? [y/n/n] tightly clutched her bag of toys.

“so, [y/n/n],” george cleared his throat, he bent down to her level. “i hear you like toy story?”

[y/n/n] pouted “i don’t like you” she said, and stomped away.

george sighed. this was going to be a long day.

and it was.

it started off with [y/n/n] innocently using her colouring pens and drawing random things, you know, as children do. but when she ran out of paper, she made her way to your office, where all your uni work was. she grabbed the closest piece of paper that was sitting on your desk, deciding it was going to be the next canvas for her art. this paper just happened to be a very important assignment.

when george caught her in the act, he had to physically tear her away from your office, in defiance of all her kicking and screaming.

then, when george accidently left the door to your shared bedroom open. [y/n/n] waddled in without him noticing, she started playing with all of his devices. his computer, his microphone, and somehow she got a hold of his headphones, and took out the battery. george didn’t realise until he noticed the cover missing. he tried to ask her nicely where she threw the battery. but she insisted that she wasn’t going to give it back unless he stopped being ‘mean’

when lunch time rolled around, george put a pizza in the oven, he remembered clearly that [y/n/n] loved pizza, specifically pepperoni. nothing could go wrong here.

but when he called her to the kitchen so she could receive her lunch. she just stared blankly at the pizza, and then at him. she crossed her arms

“[y/n] usually makes a smiley face with the pepperoni”

george just felt all his will to live just disappear

coloured pens and toys were spread out all across the living room floor, [y/n/n] was sitting in front of the tv, george put on one of her favourite shows which thankfully distracted her for a bit, allowing him to relax. he pulled out his phone and texted you

to [y/n] <3 : help me please

to [y/n] <3: i cant take this anymore, i’m literally dying rn

to [y/n] <3: come home quick

he exhaled heavily, throwing his phone to the side. he was so exhausted.

[y/n/n] was roleplaying with her toys, making them move around and doing squeaky little voices. george smiled at the innocence

“purple bear doesn’t play with us anymore. princess giraffe, mr. george took her away from us,” she spoke in a high pitched voice

george’s ears perked up. how funny that she had a teddy named ‘mr. george’. curiously, he watched the little girl.

“koala george, is a meanie, he stole purple bear and now they don’t want to hang out with us!”

it didn’t take a genius to find out what [y/n/n] was displaying through her role playing teddies.

that was why she didn’t like george. before they got together, [y/n] mentioned they almost spent every weekend with [y/n/n], playing with her and having fun with her.

she felt abandoned by [y/n] and felt as if george had taken them away from her .

george felt at fault as he noticed the girls eyes started to water.

“does purple bear love us any more?” she continued to play.

george decided it was enough and he switched off the television. he joined [y/n/n] on the floor and grabbed the teddy that was supposedly ‘koala george’

“[y/n/n]” he spoke softly. the little girl looked up at him expectantly. he held up the teddy.

“is this supposed to be me?” he questioned her.

“that’s a koala bear,” she answered

“no-, [y/n/n],” he said. he thought about how to ask her, and just chose it was best to be flat out with the child,”

“did i steal auntie/uncle [y/n] away from you?”

the question took her by surprise. she gazed at him with big wide eyes. she thought about her answer and grabbed the purple bear, which was supposed to be you.

“they don’t play with me as much anymore, they’re always with you, because of you, they don’t love me anymore,” she pulled a face, it wasn’t angry, it wasn’t annoyed.

it was a genuinely sad face.

george was sure he physically felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. he never even comprehended the fact that a child could feel so rejected.

“listen... [y/n/n],” he said gently. he thought about his words. comforting someone wasn’t exactly his strongest point, particularly not a child who detested him “[y/n] will never stop loving you, okay? they love you very much, and i’m sorry you feel like i stole them ”

[y/n/n] continued to listen.

“but don’t forget that [y/n] has so much love to go around! look, they love you, and they love me, they love grandma and grandpa too! they will always love one another even if they can’t see each other often,”

[y/n/n] stayed silent. she fiddled with the purple teddy, folding its ears and patting its head. she loved that bear. it was actually gifted to her by you, when she was first born. she brought it to her chest and hugged it. george tried a different approach.

“listen, how about- this weekend, we can all go to the park together, and have a picnic. you, me, [y/n], and your parents too,”

she continued to just stay silent. george didn’t know what to expect, she was unpredictable, was she going to throw another hissy fit? or start to cry? he wasn’t sure

“can we also get ice cream?” she asked

george smiled and felt himself relax. thank god. “all the ice cream you want,” he told her

[y/n/n] stood up and giggled. like her whole entire mood did a whole fucking 180. “okay! let’s go play dress up now!”

———

7:45 pm. you finally arrived home. you were tired out of your mind. [y/s/n]’s interview was delayed by two hours and was currently half way back home, meaning you had enough time to spend with [y/n/n]

you unlocked the door, expecting to see a giant tsunami of toys and colouring pencils and pens, but what you saw was the most heart warming thing ever.

george was sleeping on the couch, his head resting on the armrest. he had a couple pink bows in his hair, his lips were painted a hot pink, he was wearing a couple sparky bracelets and a purple floral necklace.

in his lap, [y/n/n] rested her head, she was wearing a fairy costume with matching pink bows and sparkly bracelets.

you quickly snapped a photo of this wholesome moment. because, who wouldn’t? you spent a few minutes just watching the two sleep, they were probably just as tired as you.

moments like these made you really appreciate the people you had in your life. the people you love so dearly much.

you didn’t want to disrupt the ambience but you felt it was better for your [sibling] to collect your niece when she wasn’t covered in glitter and an overload of pink accessories.

you quietly woke george up,

“baby, wake up.” you shook him awake, gently. in a very different way than you did this morning. he opened his eyes. and immediately smiled upon seeing your face. you ran your thumb across his cheek

“it looks like you two had a lot of fun,” you teased.

he quietly chuckled. “she’s okay,” he told you. looking down at the little girl sleeping in his lap.

you slowly and carefully picked her up, removing any accessories you thought may seem uncomfortable to sleep in. she was a heavy sleeper.

you carried her upstairs, tucking her into you and george’s bed and placing a kiss upon her forehead. you turned back to george and rushed in for a bear hug

“thank you so much for doing that,” you said. “i love you so much, i know it probably wasn’t easy, she can be quite the handful,”

george chuckled. “handful is an understatement,”

“you’d better be willing to dress up like that with our own kids one day.” you stated, hugging him tighter.

his face broke out into a small smile, having thought of an image of you two playing with you future kids. he kissed top of your head and then your nose

“maybe one day”

———

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sukifans · 3 years

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aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years

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someone special : s.r

something a bit different, as this is a vs blog - but i wanted to give it a shot!

penelope is determined to find out who is keeping you up at night, but when you refer to the someone in question as ‘no one special’ the statement breaks your secret boyfriends heart. (1.7k)

Walking into the bullpen, you dump the files back onto your desk before sitting down. “Someone had a late night, huh?” Morgan remarks as you yawn loudly, unable to conceal it in time.

“Had a lot of paperwork to finish, nothing new.” You shoot back as you glance up, seeing Spencer at his desk beside yours with a small smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t think so sweet cheeks,” Garcia speaks up, and you sigh quietly. “you’re tired, your hair is out of place and you wore those pants yesterday.”

Looking down at your appearance, you mentally swear. “I was in a rush, no big deal, Pen.” You chuckle, but you can’t help noticing the look shared between the devious duo. “You guys,” You start, but Garcia can’t help but squeal quietly.

“Who is he?” She asks now perching on the edge of your desk as she slides your papers away, blocking Spencer from the corner of your eye.

“And why’d you think I’m seeing someone?” Leaning back in your chair, Garcia clicks her tongue before resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Because my sweet angel, I know you all too well. That smile on your face hasn’t been wiped in weeks, and I doubt it’s caused by anyone here, besides me of course.” Derek scoffs lightly as he wanders out toward his own office, leaving you and Garcia to talk whilst Spencer eavesdrops.

“It could be a number of things, you know.” You comment, opening up one of your files, only for Garcia to close it again.

“I will find out who he is, I know people, Y/n.”

Quirking an eyebrow to the blonde, you cross your arms over your chest as you turn in your chair. “Such as?”

“Kevin.” She mutters, and you smile softly upon hearing the sound of Spencer chuckling over Garcia’s shoulder. “Reid, we’re having girl talk over here, shush.”

Moving out of the way, you catch Spencer’s gaze for a split second before he averts his eyes back to his files. But as always, it’s long enough to make your heart beat faster.

“Come on, just tell me who this guy is!” Garcia whines as she stands up, hands resting on her hips as you groan, running your fingers through your hair.

“Penelope, he’s no one special alright? Now, I’ll tell you what you wanna know later, I just need to finish this report, how’s that?” You answer her prayers, and she claps her hands together as she grins brightly to you.

“You are my angel child, I can’t wait to hear all about your new Prince Charming.” And with that, Garcia turns on her heels and you let out a small sigh before looking over to Spencer, only to see his brows furrowed and fingers clenched into his palms.

Rising to your feet, you head over to grab a coffee, knowing Spencer would be in need of one too. It wasn’t a lie, technically it wasn’t. You had stayed up late to finish your paperwork, but you just happened to have some company to pass the time by as well.

With two coffees in hand, one being overly sweetened you placed it on Spencer’s desk. “Thought you might want this.” You mutter with a smile, but Spencer doesn’t even look up at you. “I hope it’s sweet enough, just how you like it.”

Even with that, Spencer doesn’t react. “Thanks.” He mutters under his breath, hiding his face with his left hand as he rests his elbow on his desk, blocking you out.

“Okay then.” You whistle, turning back to your own desk, wondering what’s going on in that brilliant mind of his.

After a few hours, you’re all called into the board room for a meeting.

Pushing your chair back, usually, Spencer waits for you and walks alongside you about a variety of things, discreetly asking about your plans for the evening. Yet, as you rise to your feet, Spencer shoots off without you.

As you walk in, the seat he usually sits in is absent. Looking around, you spot him in the far corner, isolated from everyone else as he keeps his head buried in another book, a different one from last night (which isn’t surprising.)

“We’ve got a debriefing tomorrow afternoon,” Hotch announces now that everyone is present, and you tear your focus away from your boyfriend, forcing yourself to ignore the thoughts circling your mind as Hotch explains the protocol for the next day.

Weirdly, the rest of your day followed the same suit. Spencer ignoring you, or going out of his way to avoid any encounter with you.

“Okay my loves, I bid you adieu.” Garcia blows a kiss to you as she leaves whilst you carry on working, knowing it’ll be an hour or so before you head out yourself.

Another yawn escapes your lips as your eyes continue to grow heavy, causing words in your files to blur together.

“You know, around 1 in 3 adults don’t get enough sleep, that’s roughly 51% worldwide, but I guess those who do are lucky, then again, no one special, right?” Spencer comments, catching you off guard as you look over, seeing him wearing his glasses as his lips remain tightly shut as he focuses on you before raising an eyebrow.

“I, I guess not.” You respond, unsure for his sour tone before you return to your paperwork, trying to contemplate his reasoning for the silence and sudden remark.

Your ears perk up to the sound of Spencer rustling his papers before grabbing his satchel. “Bye Hotch,” He waves up to Hotch in his office, but no response is received as Spencer lowers his hand.

“Do you want a ride?” You speak up, playing with your pen as you look up at him, only to see Spencer shake his head.

“I could use the fresh air, think about things.” He tells you and walks out, not even saying anything.

Annoyance rises through your system and you close your files, knowing they’re pretty much done and grab your bag before following Spencer out of the building.

“What is with you today?” You yell from the safety of the parking garage, seeing Spencer up ahead as he stops and turns to face you. “You’ve ignored me all day, did I do something to upset you last night? Did I kick you again?”

Spencer grits his teeth before looking right at you. “No, no you didn’t kick me, Y/n.” He retorts, catching you off guard. In all your time of knowing Spencer, and in the last three months of dating him, he’s never been angry at you, nor lost his temper for that matter.

“Then what is with you today?” You ask, raising your arms as Spencer scoffs.

“You seriously don’t know?”

“Unlike some people Spencer, I don’t have an eidetic memory, so no I have no idea what is bothering you!” You huff, stepping back as Spencer simply nods, adjusting his grip on his Satchel strap.

“This morning, 9:36am. Garcia was asking if you were seeing anyone, and you said it was no one special. So, I’m obviously not that special to you, Y/n.” You can hear the pain in Spencer’s tone as his eyes dart away from yours, and his lips turn down. “Good to know that all of this, what we had wasn’t that meaningful to you.”

“Wait, Spence,” You call out as he begins to walk away, this time refusing to turn back. “that’s not what I meant at all. I just, fuck,” You sigh, unable to move your feet. “I’m scared, okay?”

“Of what?” Spencer questions as his voice echoes through the walls whilst his back remains turned.

Standing still, you fiddle with the hem of your jumper, pulling at the loose threads. “I’m scared of what this means, and the fact I’m falling for you Spencer Reid, and that I don’t want to lose you in my life.” You can feel your eyes welling up, but fight back tears as Spencer slowly looks over his shoulder, seeing you curled up into yourself as you stand still, desperate to hear him say something. “And if I ruined this, I’m sorry, but please, don’t ignore me forever.”

A tear falls down your cheek and before you can wipe it away, Spencer walks over and brushes it with his thumb. His large palm rests on your left cheek as you lean into it.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, Spence.” You mutter, closing your eyes as Spencer moves his hand to bring you closer into his chest, holding you tightly and not wanting to let go.

Resting his chin on the top of your head, Spencer shushes you. “Don’t be sorry, Y/n. If anything, I should be sorry for doubting you. I just, ever since Maeve, I’ve been so scared to open up like this.”

Removing yourself from his tight embrace, you focus on his big doe eyes. “I know, Spence. But you’re doing it, and she’d be proud of you.” You remind him, and Spencer simply nods as he sniffs lightly.

“I, what you said earlier, about falling for me?” Spencer starts as his hands find yours, taking them into his. “I think, no, I know I’m falling in love with you, Y/n. And whatever that truly means, because love is just a chemical reaction caused by the brain receiving oxytocin which is the love hormone, and-”

“Spence,” You giggle quietly, and Spencer just smiles back at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n, so much.” He mutters, leaning down and kisses you softly before you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss between you both.

As Spencer pulls away, you breathe shallowly as he chuckles. “You know, an adult is supposed to get eight hours of sleep a night, and of late you’ve been getting half of that.”

“What’re you saying, Doctor?” You ask with a small smirk.

“Let me drive you home, and get some needed sleep, alright?” Spencer holds his hand out, waiting for your car keys.

You grab your keys, hovering them over his palm. “You know, if I have to get eight hours of sleep, we’ll have to postpone our nighttime activities for a while.”

Taking your keys from you, Spencer sighs as he unlocks your car and opens the passenger door for you. “We’ll work on your sleep schedule next week.” He remarks as he shuts your door, leaving you to lull into the seat as he climbs in and starts the car.

“Just as I thought, Doctor Reid.”

#i hope you enjoyed reading this!#i might do more in the future idk yet #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid au #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds angst #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds au

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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You and Me - Loki x Reader [Oneshot]

Part 2 of Sigyn’s Angst-to-Fluff Drabbles

Inspired by Cozy’s Fluff-to-Angst Fun and Games!

Pairing: Loki / Female reader

Warnings: Strong themes of depression and suicidal ideation/a near attempt. Mention of Infinity War and Endgame and all the things that happen there. Fluff awaits at the end.

Author’s Note: A nearly-impossible prompt to turn happy, but I tried my best without taking an easier route like “it was just a dream” etc! I wanted to give it my all. This is the most.. sensitive-topic fic I’ve posted here, so please, skip it or skim it if you need to. <3

@silver-lupines:

Ohohohohoho Loki’s permanent death and the reader is left as a widow. No resurrections.

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You still remember it.

You’ll never forget.

Never.

The smell of the air. Thick smoke in your lungs. The colors. The sounds. Death, all around you. Permeating you. You begged for it to end.

He was not so kind.

No, He was not the kind type.

He killed half of every whole. And Loki - Loki had made you feel whole.

What were you now?

You were still a full person, but broken nonetheless. A ghost. Yes, you were a ghost of who you were before. You haunted your own body, desperate for it to stop. Stop aching, stop hurting, stop feeling - let you go, release you to the endlessness of whatever unexistence was, because any unknown it held was surely better than knowing Loki was gone.

You had lived five painfully long years without him. Your husband. The boy you’d known on Asgard, fallen in love with, married and loved and lived through the pain of losing. Twice.

No, thrice. But the third you had to watch.

You had to watch everything. Leg pinned under the rubble on the Statesman, no more than entertainment for the creatures around you as you screamed at the top of your lungs, unwilling witness to-

You couldn’t bear to think of it.

Sure, you weren’t completely alone. You had your remaining friends: the ones that were not also ripped from you, destroyed for the sake of an asinine plan that made you want to scream and cry and unleash all your anger on the monster who caused it.

You never got the chance.

The others fought. You joined, but you never were close enough to attack The One You Wanted. You were wounded early on. And now He was nothing. No more than dust.

But you felt more despair than comfort.

When the portals had opened, you’d turned, tears pricking your eyes as you scanned them. Loki would be there, you were sure of it. He’d find you. He had to. They knew what he meant to you - they knew to bring him back, too. You pushed through oncoming allies, looking for him. But with every new face you saw only made your heart sink further.

He wasn’t there.

He’d never be there again.

That realization dragged your hope away with it.

Now you’d made the preparations. Everything was laid out. You even left notes. Your friends would know it was nothing they’d done, because it wasn’t up to them. You didn’t blame anyone that was left. They hadn’t taken Loki from you, that Creature had. And carrying on without him? It was just all too much for you, now - you needed an escape.

But as soon as you closed the door of your room, intent on your next action, someone behind you spoke. With a jolt, you faced them.

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby charge you with crimes against the sacred timeline.”

You went agape. How did they get into your room? Officers of some sort, suddenly standing before you. A glowing orange door pulsated behind them.

This had to be a dream. Yes, you must be dreaming. Your mind was cooking up something bizarre in a last-ditch effort to pull you back to the land of the living. Not that it would matter. The gleaming sword on your bed held promise. You just had to reach it.

“What?!” Was all you could manage. One of the people moved forward, hand outstretched- Now this, this you could do. Life on Asgard trained you for combat. You grabbed them, leveraging your body weight to flip them over. But the other agent swung, hitting you with a baton-

Time stopped.

Or, slowed, to the point that you felt as though you were frozen in place, yet you listened as the one officer brushed themselves off, grumbling about Asgardians, while the one who hit you secured something around your neck.

“Let’s get her back.”

As you were escorted through the door, you turned and growled in your throat, arm outstretched to grab your sword - but as soon as you were through the door, it closed.

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The next minutes - hours? - were a blur. You were escorted through a strange place you didn’t recognize - you figured it must be the TVA your captors spoke of, whatever that was - but before you could ask any proper questions, you were tossed into a room. And another room. And another.

In fact, you had been to so many places that were all the same drab beige, and had your clothes removed and replaced with a horrific jumpsuit, you weren’t sure where you were until at last you were taken to a long room, flanked with booths. Down at the end of the room sat someone who was clearly a judge.

A trial. This was a trial.

So what in Odin’s name were you guilty of?

You were pushed onto a small podium, glaring up at your captor. You’d already tried to escape - but had been overpowered, the collar firmly around your neck offering no chance of liberation.

The woman before you, now clearly visible - or, part of her was, as most of her person was concealed behind the mountain of wood between you.

She was well-dressed. Professional. Her hair drawn back, her gaze stern. She looked like a leader, and practically radiated power.

But she was wrong. You were blameless. Why were you here?

“(Y/N) Lokiwife,” The judge spoke, gazing down her nose at you. “Or Leifdottir, if you prefer.”

Your glare didn’t waver.

She cleared her throat.

“You are charged with sequence violation seven-thirty forty-one. How do you plead?”

You sighed. “You must be mistaken. I have done nothing wrong.”

The judge tapped her pen against the paper below her.

“Are you guilty or not guilty?”

“Of a sequence violation, whatever that means? No. No, I am not. I was in my room, minding my own business, when your goons barged in and brought me here.” You clenched your jaw.

The judge smiled - a forced, strained sort of smile, where her teeth remained hidden behind her lips. You matched her expression with one just the same.

“Those goons, as you call them, were tasked with bringing a criminal,” She pointed the pen at you, “To justice. How. Do you. Plead?”

“Not guilty.” You hissed.

“I highly doubt-”

She was cut off by a new individual running over, whispering into her ear. The judge tensed. You saw her brow furrow, her jaw clench.

“Thank you.” Her voice was curt.

Silence hung over the courtroom as the other individual left.

The judge shook her head. “I sentence you as not guilty.” She took her gavel, pounding it in a swift, final motion.

Your breath caught in your chest. “Not guilty?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. Not guilty. I suppose this was all more for formality, anyway;” Renslayer motioned to the trial room and straightened a stack of papers, “You’re merely assurance.”

“Assurance for what exactly?”

“A mission.”

You felt like screaming. Everything was so vague, so mysterious - couldn’t they just let you go? Or else kill you and get it over with?

“Fantastic. Glad to know I can help your cause.” You sneered.

The judge raised a brow, then looked past you. “You’d better be right about this, Mobius.”

“Not to worry, I can handle it from here.”

A new voice sounded behind you. You whipped around to face it.

“Woah, hey there.” A man walked toward you, his hands raised. Wearing a suit - much like those you had seen on Midgard, yet somehow different - his short hair streaked silver, a mustache over his crooked-smile lips. Mobius. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“What do you want with me?” You glared, not moving from your place.

“Not one to trust easily. I get it. Listen, I’ve got someone you’ll want to see. But you need to trust me now, okay?”

He held his hands out, palms up. You looked at them. Then back at his face. His brows were raised, he seemed hopeful - expectant. You sighed through your nose, and took a wary step toward him.

“That’s better.” He looked at the judge, pointing at her. “I owe you one, Ravonna. I’m telling you - irreplaceable help, you gave today. Irreplaceable!”

The judge rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips.

Mobius turned to you. “Shall we?”

Your next journey was far more welcome. Mobius didn’t manhandle you, thank the Norns, though you did sense the eyes of surrounding agents on you. Agents, dressed in the same black armor as those who had fetched you. You stared ahead, avoiding their gaze.

“Where is this place?” Finally, you broke the silence.

“Where, not what?” Mobius answered, smirking.

“This is the TVA, whatever that means. But where is it?”

“You thinking of running away?”

You looked at him.

“Right. Of course you are.. Outside of space and time, if it matters.”

You raised a brow. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

Mobius exhaled through his lips, chuckling softly. “Ideally, yeah.” The two of you walked through a corridor, apparently intent on a destination you had no idea about.

“Well- Well why am I here?” You stopped in your tracks. Mobius turned to face you, hands in his pockets. You continued, “The judge ruled me not guilty. Said I was assurance - assurance for what?”

“A mission.” Mobius spoke carefully. You narrowed your eyes.

“What?” He asked. “You weren’t exactly busy.”

“Actually, I was in the middle of something.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I was! I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be anywhere-” You stopped yourself. You felt heat rush to your eyes and nose, but forced yourself to swallow the knot in your throat. You couldn’t, wouldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of countless strangers.

You just wanted to go back to Loki, wherever he was. You didn’t care where.

Mobius watched you. “Come on, I think this will help.”

Giving him a look, you let your shoulders slump, then followed him. Felt your eyes go dull. When you reached a door flanked by two guards, which Mobius quickly dismissed, you straightened up.

Mobius turned to you. “Now, this is going to be a little weird, okay? But bear with me. Just, go with the process, laugh or cry or whatever you need. Got it?”

You stared at him. “I.. What are you even getting at? I told you, I don’t want to be here! I don’t want to be anywhere. I don’t want to be alive, I don’t care if it’s here, or on Earth, or anywhere else, I do not want it-”

Mobius sighed, placed his hand on the small of your back, and urged you into the room, shutting the door behind you. You gasped at the motion and moved to stop the door - but it shut with a resounding thud. Tears betrayed you, streaming down your face.

“Let me out!” You pounded your fist against the door, “I don’t want to be part of your sick game- Do you understand me? I have nothing to live for, nothing-”

“(Y/N)?” A quivering voice pulled you back to reality.

No, not just any voice.

That voice.

The voice you knew. The voice you missed.

You turned on the spot. Your body froze. There, before you, stood Loki.

“Loki?”

Loki rushed to you. You were frozen, staring up at him. Afraid to touch him. Afraid that if you dared to feel his embrace again he may disappear.

He looked familiar, but not the same as when you last saw him - thank the Norns for that.

No, he looked almost.. Younger? His hair was shorter, not so long nor so wavy as the tresses you remember playing with on the Statesman before He came.

And his clothes. The same as yours: a demeaning jumpsuit. They must’ve put him through all this, too.

What could he possibly be guilty of?

You looked at his face. Your vision, blurry, your body, shaking - you reached for him. He met you. His hand touched your face, cupping your cheek. You felt yourself sob without fully realizing, certainly not controlling it.

He was here. He was alive.

You broke. Melted into his touch, embracing him.

“My love.. Oh, my darling…” His arms enveloped you, his hand sliding to the back of your head, cradling it against his chest.

Your ear pressed to his body, you smiled past your tears, gripping his clothes as though he could disappear at any moment. But you could hear his heartbeat. You savored it, the rhythmic beat, which seemed to steady as you held him in turn. You wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“L-Loki, you.. You were gone,” your voice cracked, “You... He took you from me.”

“I know.” Loki kissed the top of your head, “I know, I saw it all.”

“You - what?”

Loki pulled away, gazing into your eyes, though never letting you go. He swallowed. “I saw it. All of it. My entire life, as it was, apparently, meant to be. I know what you had to endure.”

Tears formed in your eyes again.

“My love, I am so sorry.”

“N-No, I..” You cupped his face, hands stroking his cheeks. One of his hands found yours, and grasped it for him to press a kiss to your knuckles. You smiled. “I have you. You’re back, you’re alive, you…” You huffed a soft laugh and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and you could feel a tear from his cheek slide onto yours. He broke the kiss, pressing your foreheads together.

“I love you. I missed you terribly. Darling, I can’t express how good it is to see you,” he let himself grin, another tear squeezing out onto his cheek at the movement. He steadied himself, watching you with adoration shining in his eyes.

“I-I missed you too.. Norns, I.. I thought they would kill me or something.. I wished for it.” You swallowed.

Loki’s expression stayed composed, but you saw fear flash in his eyes. Pain. “I heard.”

“I.. I’m sorry-”

“No. You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s not your fault. Neither of us caused the pain we were put through, do you understand? And I am never leaving you again. Never.”

You stared into his eyes. Somehow, the surety with which he spoke seemed… Real.

He wasn’t leaving.

He’d never leave you again.

Silently, you nodded. “And I’ll never leave you.”

He smiled. “I know, my sweet. I know you never will. ”

You remained a moment, until the both of you calmed enough to part - now standing near each other, the tears ceasing.

You wiped the back of your hand across your cheek. “I can’t believe you’re real,” you joked, weakly, “You’re here.”

Loki smiled, letting out a small chuckle. He gave you another small, loving kiss.

“I’m here.”

#loki x reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #loki x female reader #angst to fluff drabbles #tw suicidal thoughts #tw suicide attempt #tw depression

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meliorist-midoriya · 4 years

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to you, to the world, to my love (you’re all three)

synopsis: midoriya has always had too much love to give in a world that loved to take. you’re just hoping that he has enough left for you in the end.

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff with a touch of angst

warnings: some insecurity

word count: 2.5k

notes: happy valentine’s day, everyone! this is my contribution for the pocuties server collab, based off the greek types of love, of which i had the honor of receiving izuku and decided upon agape please help yourself to the box of chocolates they’re offering for valentine’s, there’s a wide selection of chocolates handmade by talented creators, so i’m sure you’ll find something to your taste! tbh i only managed to finish this fic because i was watching chan’s valentine’s vlive and i was in a super soft mood ;3;

extra: agápe - the ancient greek concept of selfless, universal love.

“Making his debut in the pro hero scene, Pro Hero Deku is blazing a trail straight out of UA—”

“—Pro Hero Deku solved an astounding 30 cases in the past month—”

“Deku’s popularity is skyrocketing, rivaling that of—”

“Hero Deku—”

“Deku—”

“Pro Hero Deku has swept the hero rankings to come out on top as Number 1!”

With a resolute ‘click’ of the remote, the reporters’ overlapping voices cut off as the TV screen faded away, your lonely reflection staring back at you from the blank screen. You, curled up on your empty couch, in your empty apartment with the clock striking what should have been dinner. The TV was only there in an attempt to drown out the crushing silence, the white noise—hellbent on filling the space his presence had left—was deafening.

That attempt failed.

Horribly.

If anything, it just made the sense of wrongness permeating the air even worse.

(That TV recap of his best moments didn’t help as much as you hoped it would.)

Being alone in this apartment felt… off. As if someone had gouged out what should’ve been there, the ghost of a presence settling a chill into your bones that ran far deeper than just plain loneliness. The foreboding grief of what could be, the fear that you’d resigned yourself to the moment you agreed to follow him on this path, the selfishness gnawing at your conscience every time you saw him run out the door to save the next person, to solve the next case.

Things like an All Might coffee mug sitting primly next to yours on the drying rack, garishly yellow “tufts” staring back at you with a cracked vengeance. (You’d apologized profusely to him that day, promising to buy him another one. He’d just smiled over his cracked cup of coffee, telling you not to worry about it for the hundredth time.)

Things like his haphazard mess of notes and scrawl spread out on the kitchen counter, the pen sitting next to the half finished page. (You’ve long since learned to leave his notes be, they’ll be tidied up once he’s done… if he’s ever truly done.)

The filled queue of movies and pile of DVDs you’d picked out together, giddy over plans to watch the next time he had a free night. (You remember pretending not to notice him trying to slip another hero documentary near the bottom of the pile, distracting you with talks of popcorn and the night that was supposed to be tonight.)

Deku. The man the world adored, clinging to his promise like a lifeline in times of need.

Midoriya Izuku. The man you loved, who promised you the world.

“It’ll be okay, I’m here.”

His soft promise echoed both in the battlefield and in your darkest hours, a close mirror to a hero of a generation past, yet it was different. It was his own. Comforting, personal, and wholly him. The public, weak and grasping for new support, latched on to the small sliver of hope his hand offered and he just kept giving, giving, giving. It never seemed to stop, and you were scared.

He was a man with a bleeding heart with all the love to give and more. To the civilians, to the villains, to anyone in need.

Now, you needed his promise more than ever. A reassurance whispered into reunions and the thousandth hospital visit, over fresh scars and searing kisses. A promise that he would come home. You didn’t want to think of all the times he came so, so close to breaking that promise, even before you two had made it, before you two had even promised yourselves to each other in your UA days.

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around you, staring down at your phone with no real intent in mind as you scrolled. The video playing one of his interview clips (bashfully reciting his “catchphrase,” how cute) cut his voice short as you scrolled past to move on to the next, wincing at the next tweet on your timeline. Him, battered and bloody, as he pulled a child from the aftermath of the battle he’d just won.

You still need to wrap that new mug you got him as a gift. You still had to listen to him bounce his ideas off of you. You still had to move that hero documentary to the top of the pile. You still—

“Hero Deku saves 30 people, no casualties,” A soft murmuring of the headline shattered the silence, and you smiled to yourself, giggling at all the replies joking of how he threw himself into the fray a little more responsibly and singing their praises.

It’ll be okay.

“Ugh, those reporters are at it again.”

At your best friend’s exasperated groan, you followed their gaze over to see— ah.

A small swarm of reporters had worked their way into the fans crowding your boyfriend, their press badges reading every tabloid magazine on this side of the city and prying questions falling off their tongue like poison. From what you could hear over their overlapping clamoring, they were trying to dig into his private life.

Again.

Deku, the darling of the masses, all sweet smiles and sincere words amidst his strength. Deku, the number one hero with the tightest lock on his private life, which came as a surprise to both everyone and no one.

It was a given, considering his position at the peak of hero society.

It was also a complete shock, considering his tendency to ramble into tangents that had his PR team withering.

Which seemed to help in times like these, now that you thought about it, laughing to yourself as you watched the reporters’ expressions darken in defeat the longer he continued to talk around their questions. Quite a long stretch from stiffly standing on the practice stage at UA all those years ago, frozen from nerves. You idly mused to this to yourself, taking a sip of your drink as you dragged your gaze back over to your best friend.

“Did you choose this cafe because it’s right along Izuku’s patrol route?” They stiffened, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their obvious intentions.

“Maybe, or it could’ve been just a coincidence.” The next teasing jab was halfway off your tongue when they cut you off before you could give into the urge, the words dying in your throat. “When was the last time you saw him anyway? I know you two live together but Todoroki told me he practically lives at the agency with how swamped they are. Are you okay?”

You purse your lips, staring down at the ice swirling around in your cup as you idly stirred it round. As if the sloshing liquid could whisper the answer you wish you knew.

“...Yeah.” They cocked a brow, and you took another sip to try and delay your time. “It’s not like either of us can help it. Izuku’s number one, so this was bound to happen.”

(The clamoring from the reporters grew ever louder. Persistent, that bunch.)

Their expectant (doubting) gaze was met with your own steady one, and you smiled. Whether it was out of consolation or resignation was anyone’s guess.

“We’re okay, I promise.”

You should really be getting to sleep.

Really, you should.

At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past several hours, tossing and turning in your bed with nothing but winter-cold sheets and a gnawing loneliness to keep you company. You know you should be sleeping when the clock on the bedside table reads an ungodly hour and there was work to be done in the morning. You know you should be sleeping when the moon disappears from the night sky and leaves you with nothing but the city lights to dimly illuminate the dark room.

You really know you should be sleeping when you hear the front door click open, Izuku shuffling around the apartment to get ready for whatever minimal amount of sleep he’d get before he had to be up and running soon after.

Despite this, sleep still refuses to come, and you don’t bother pretending to be asleep when he slides into bed next to you. Instead, you turn over and curl into his chest, stifling the guilt that bubbles up when he jumps in surprise.

“Something keeping you up?” Oh, he sounds so tired, and part of you wishes you could just make it all go away. The weight of the world rests heavy on his shoulders, and deep down, you wonder if you’re part of that burden. You curl a little closer, as if trying to smother the thoughts that crashed upon you, spilling over the crack in the dam that only widened the more you spoke.

“Jus’ a little lonely, is all.” Your voice is too quiet, brittle, and you pray to every deity that would listen that he would drop it. That he wouldn’t take on yet another burden when he was already carrying Altas’s share of the world.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Of course, the gods are hardly ever so merciful—to them you are just another wishful mortal in the realm of the holy and damned—and Izuku’s hand rests on your cheek with a tenderness that makes you want to cry.

“...Why?”

The confusion that falls over his expression (gaunt, tired, and God, should you even be doing this right now?) is immediate, and he tilts your face up to meet his gaze with yours, like he could find the answer in city lights dancing over your face. His thumb strokes soft patterns over your cheek—as if brushing off the layers you’d built to protect your soul—and you lean into his soft touch with a sigh.

“Why what?”

The words spill from your lips unbidden, your hesitations softened by the comfort of his touch, the sudden drowsiness, and the emotion that near overwhelms you.

“Why do you still try to do everything yourself? When there’s so many people out there, ready to support you?” His breath hitches in shock, but it’s too late to go back now. You reach up to hold the hand cradling your cheek, distantly remembering a time when he was too insecure of his scarred and crooked hands to even hold your hand.

He’s come a long way, indeed.

“I love you, Izuku. I just don’t know if that can hold up against your love for the world.”

Something in his gaze softens, to your surprise. His smile is even softer.

“What would you do if you’re both?”

“Wh— Izuku—”

He continues, and you listen, raptured by his words spoken into the glow of the blue hour.

“Yes, I know that at the end of the day, peace and safety has to come first, but—” His smile widens into something bashful, a smile that never failed to send butterflies scattering through your heart. “—who says you can’t be right along with them?”

He bumped his forehead with yours, smiling emerald eyes gazing into your own with such love—dizzying and overpowering and so, so warm. With the steady thrum of your heartbeat matching his, you found yourself falling even deeper once again.

“You know me, I can never compromise when it comes to what’s important to me.”

You laugh, something watery, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek, with a last, smiling kiss on your lips.

“How greedy.” He laughs into your lips, pulling away to hold you closer.

“Just for you.”

There’s so many things you could’ve said, as you watched the rest of the night sky fade into the deep blues of dawn. But, you decide, the comforting silence was best left as is, only broken by one resounding comfort.

It’ll be okay.

“You know, it would’ve been nice to know that you had taken the day off before I had that whole guilt spiral last night.”

“It turned out okay though, didn’t it?” He turned back to flash you that cheeky grin of his, half-hidden by his winter coat and backed by the glow of the setting sun. You just rolled your eyes with a laugh before jogging to catch up to him, slipping you hand out of your pocket to interlace your fingers with his.

“Yeah, it did.”

The walk was silent as you two strolled down the familiar path, winding down after a whole day spent with each other. It was romantic of him, now that you thought about it, to take the whole Valentine’s Day off just for you. You hummed as you leaned onto him, giddy and content at the thought.

In love, if you were to be so bold.

(Granted, he had to wear a mask and a cap the entire time to hide from the prying eyes of the public, but you made do.)

The sight of aged, familiar scenery pulled you from your musings, and you tugged at his hand to grab his attention, pointing at the quaint bench surrounded by bare gingko trees.

“Hey, wasn’t this the park where you confessed?” At your words, he froze and glanced over at the familiar scenery, eventually burying his face into his free hand with a groan once the old memories clicked in his head.

“Oh, don’t remind me. It’s still embarrassing to look back on.”

“What? I thought you were cute!” You laughed, nudging him to follow as you led him over to the small park, brushing off the dust to sit on the bench before patting the space next to you. Izuku obliged, and you almost automatically curled into his side, as if by habit.

“Did we really walk all the way here from the station?” His disbelieving tone made you look up at him, his expression one of nostalgic awe, before casting your attention back to the aged scenery, humming in agreement as you idly picked out what’s changed and what’s stayed in the years that have passed.

“I guess we never really forget, huh?”

“I forgot the sunset looked the best from here.”

“I hope you didn’t forget all the memories we made here.” He tore his attention from the sunset to gape down at you, scandalized.

“Of course not!”

“Really?” He arched a brow at the teasing lilt to your voice and the mischievous grin playing at your lips, “So you didn’t forget accidentally firing an Air Force shot at me when we first met because you were training?”

He buried his face in his hands again with another embarrassed groan.

“I hoped you would forget that, at least!” You just laughed, hugging him closer as if to console him from your teasing. Before long, the atmosphere settled back into a quiet reminiscence, indulging in the nostalgia of memories past in this little park. The silence that was once deafening alone, now softened by the comfort of his presence at your side.

“We’ve made so many memories in this park, huh?” At your soft hum of agreement, he continued. Was his voice shaking? “It wouldn’t hurt to make more, would it?”

“What do you me—”

Your question cut itself short as you saw what he held out to you.

A little velvet box, sitting open in his hand. You dragged your suddenly watery gaze back up to Izuku, his once bashful smile now wobbly with nerves.

So familiar in this little park, yet so new.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It was just a small walk down memory lane, the street lights blinking on one by one in the wake of the fiery sunset as you two walked the familiar path together. Yet there was something buzzing anew in the air, humming through your soul as you held out your hand to the sun, admiring the way the gem on your ring finger sparkled in the fading sunset. In the other, you interlaced your fingers with his.

Yeah…

You caught Izuku’s soft gaze, smiling and in love.

We’ll be okay.

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SELF INDULGENT TIME so like what would happen 👀if you surprised the boys 👀👀 with new hair👀👀👀

I DID IT LOOK!!!! LOOK I DID IT!!!! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.

This is for Daichi, Sugawara, Tsukishima, and Bokuto. All with a Gender Neutral Reader! Please let me know if anything is gendered <3

ALSO THANK YOU TO @pies-writes-and-more FOR LITERALLY HELPING ME WITH THE IDEAS FOR THESE GOD KNOWS HOW LONG AGO!!! I WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED HAD IT BEEN FOR YOU

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Daichi -

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“You really think he’s going to like it?” You fiddled with the ends of your hair, biting your lip and looking at Kiyoko in the corner of your eye.

It was that time of year again where it was getting too hot to be able to deal with your hair, so you cut the majority of it off.

The VBC manager looked over at you, sighing a little with a smile dancing on her lips, “he’ll love it.” She affirms you, though you can’t help the hesitation in your returned smile.

You hadn’t been able to see him all day - the only reason you’d met Daichi was because of Kiyoko, she just accidentally introduced you when you needed to return a pen to her and did it by showing up to her club after school.

After that day, the volleyball club boys showed up to your classroom more often. Somehow Daichi’s eyes always managed to find you. The rest was history (history being Kiyoko telling you to suck it up and ask him out).

It had barely been a month, Summer break was nearing with each passing day. You let out a soft sigh, walking with Kiyoko to where the boys hung out during lunch.

You really didn't know how he was going to react, but you hoped it was good.

When you rounded the corner, you saw him sitting in all his glory, drinking something you couldn’t quite make out from here. Asahi smiled and waved you over.

You watched Daichi turn his head to see what Asahi who Asahi was calling over.

Time seemed to slow down for this moment. You really wished you’d recorded Daichi’s reaction as he spotted you. His eyes shot open to their fullest - he was still mid-drink, but that stopped as he spat most of his drink out while gasping.

Suga - upon realising that Daichi probably choked - proceeded to smack his friend on the back. Hard. “I’ll save you!” He called out, only making things so much worse.

Asahi had the most disgusted look on his face as he yelled at Daichi for spitting some sort of juice on him. You were stifling laughter, but Daichi wasn’t even throwing any insults at Asahi for being a wuss, his eyes were glued to you (and one arm was focused on shoving Suga away).

“Hey,” you giggled, sitting down next to him.

You’d never seen Daichi speechless before, there’s a first for everything you suppose. When he doesn’t answer right away, you wave a hand in front of his eyes. He blinks quickly, doing a deep intake of breath and smiling so wide you’re worried his face might split in two.

“Hey.” He breathes out, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “This is new.” He hums, running his hands through your hair. You lean into his touch.

In the background, you can hear Suga gagging at your signs of affection, but you didn’t care. Especially since Daichi was here and looking at you like you were everything. “Yep, it’s getting warm so I;m doing some preventative measures.”

“I like it.” Somehow, three simple words managed to set off butterflies in you that were almost too overwhelming. Feeling the warmth spread to your cheeks, you turned away, stifling anxious laughter. He cupped your cheek and turned your head back. “It looks so beautiful.”

You really loved Daichi, especially since you knew he meant it with every part of him.

Sugawara -

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Suga barely caught sight of you when he knew something was different - and he knew it was your hair in a second. That mischievous smirk pulled at his lips when you walked into the gym, greeting Ukai, who complimented your hair and then turned back to yelling at someone for… something?

He sauntered over you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to. “You’re new around here.” An obvious flirty tone made you quirk your brows up. Catching his drift, you smirked up at him.

“Just thought I’d come see some cute boys play volleyball,” you hummed, leaning against the wall, “L/N Y/N.” You held out a hand to him, which he gladly took and used to pull you closer.

“So, you here to see anyone specific” He let out a low whistle as you brushed your hair out of your face. Internally, you were snorting - this happened every time you tried a new hairstyle - still, it made you feel good.

You took your time glancing around at the boys, making sure to give the best flirty look possible to Daichi (who was now thoroughly used to how your relationship with Suga was). “No one in particular, why? Are you interested?” You teased him.

“Of course,” he chuckled, capturing a few strands of your hair between his fingers and humming happily, “how could I not be when you’re stood here looking so beautiful?”

“Suga,” Ukai called out to him, pinching the bridge of his nose, “this is cute and all, but get back to practise!”

Suga tossed you a wink over his shoulder as he jogged towards the court.

“Why’re you like this?” Ukai asked you, and you only shrugged.

“He started it.” And he didn’t need to respond, because that was the whole truth.

It was one of the things you’d had to get used to when being with Suga, the fact that he liked to mindlessly flirt with you at any second - either that or he’d tease you to no end - but he’d never tease you about your appearance, that was one bridge even he wouldn’t cross. Well, unless it was Asahi.

His eyes constantly floated over to you, making sure you were definitely watching him today. As if it would be any different to say any other day. With each successful set, you were shooting him a thumbs up and a big smile; every receive, spike, dig. It was all so mesmerizing to you.

You’d be sure to thank your friend again for dragging you to a volleyball game in your second year and getting you hooked on it (well, mostly Suga).

If it hadn't been for that, you never would have introduced yourself to him. “L/N Y/N!” You held your hand out to him and smiled. “I loved the way you played, and I think you’re very cute.” That was all it took and you and Suga were wrapped around each other’s fingers.

Whipped. He had you whipped, you had him whipped. But it was perfect. So sweet.

When his practise finished, he pranced over to you and wrapped his arms around you in his disgusting sweaty hugs he insisted on giving you every single practise. You gagged and tried to push him off.

“You really like it?” You asked when he finally let you go. You motioned to your hair (which you’d recently dyed grey to support him in his final year, like the good partner you were). He hummed happily, kissing your cheeks and the tip of your nose quickly.

“I love it,” he hums. You were ready to die from the love, but he had to ruin the moment. “Like a sexy little old person.”

You slapped Suga on the arm and stormed away from him. His laughter made your stomach flip as he chased after you.

Sometimes Suga was an asshole. Sometimes he was the sweetest boy to ever exist. But he was yours all the time, and that made you happy.

That’s what you kept telling yourself when he wouldn’t stop teasing you about how cheesy it was to dye your hair like his.

Tsukishima -

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You weren’t sure what you expected. Of course, Tsukishima didn’t care about your hair. Why would he? He probably thought something like this was lame.

Still, that didn’t stop you from trying to get his attention (he was your boyfriend, after all). So, you spent so much time in every interaction with him fiddling with your hair. Running your hand through it? Did it. Twirling the ends in your fingertips? Check. You name it, you’d done it.

Nothing worked. It honestly left you really disappointed. It wasn’t like you’d cut a small amount of your hair off; you’d gotten a decent amount cut, and yet, nothing.

“Maybe he just hasn’t noticed.” Yamaguchi said, trying his best to be helpful. The look you gave him radiated really? and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re right, well… it looks great. So, he’s just lame.” His attempt at making you feel better worked a little.

“Thanks Tadashi.” You hummed.

Still, being with the Tsukishima Kei came with its own wave of insecurities. Maybe you would have faired better today if he had said it looks stupid (at least he would have noticed it then). But…

You sigh, running your hands through your hair, regretting everything now.

Little did you know, Tsukishima had noticed your hair. In fact, he thought it was lovely. That was what he was repeating as Yamaguchi yelled at him down the other end of your phone.

“-their your partner, you really couldn’t say anything?” Yamaguchi was pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily.

“It looks nice, do I really need to tell them that every time they change it?” Tsukishima sighed; he really didn’t understand the rules of being in a relationship. Why did he need to tell you you looked beautiful every day when you knew he thought you were? Did he need to do that?

“Yes!” Yamaguchi - unknowingly - answered both of his questions.

It seemed to click in his head. That was why you spent all day messing with your hair more than usual. He just thought you were extra anxious today (although maybe he’d made you anxious).

“Tsukki, you’re an idiot.” Yamaguchi laughed after the middle block made a noise of realisation.

“Shut up, Tadashi…” Tsukishima grumbled, because God forbid he admit he was wrong.

So, like the good boyfriend he was, he started making his way to your house at 7 o’ clock to make sure you knew he loved your hair. He really did put in so much effort for you - not that he’d ever tell anyone it.

He spends the walk to yours thinking about how he was going to say this, or how you’d react. He does love you, and sure, he doesn’t say it as much as the next guy, but he shows it in so many more ways, right?

Tsukishima tells you he loves you by buying you your favourite drink from the vending machine every day at lunch; he tells you he loves you by trying out your favourite foods even when he insists he doesn’t like them; he tells you he loves you by linking your pinkies together in the school hall; he tells you he loves you by making you a playlist of the songs that make him think of you.

So why did you need him to tell you that you were beautiful no matter what? Day or night; rain or sun; no matter how old, he thought you were beautiful, from the bottom of his heart.

He supposed it was nice to hear - because he did love to hear how handsome you thought he was.

Knocking on the door to your house left him just a little anxious, that feeling only heightened when you opened the door with red-rimmed eyes, looking up at him so sadly. “Kei?” You called out, unsure why he was here so late. He hadn’t even told you he was coming, it wasn’t like him to just… show up, so, why?

“I can’t believe I have to tell you this,” he grumbles and looks away, cheeks tinted red (it would be him blushing, but he’d blame the cold air when you teased him later), “I think your hair is amazing, idiot.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, making sure that he can catch your expression in the corner of his eye.

Your mouth drops open before quickly pouting, trying to fight back tears as you throw yourself at him, squeezing him in a hug.

“Wh-”

“Thank you…” your voice is so weak, shaking ever so lightly. He makes a point to run his fingers through your hair and gently massage your scalp, leaning down to kiss your head.

Tsukishima thought you were beautiful, and right now, that’s all that mattered.

Bokuto -

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If you’d have told yourself yesterday that your boyfriend would spend the entire day avoiding you, you’d have laughed in your own face. Because why would he do that?

Well, maybe it’s what you get for surprising him with an entirely new haircut. Or, more so, you’d dyed your hair black and white to match his. Your entire plan to see him get so excited had completely backfired.

To give him credit, at least you knew he would never cheat, because the moment you tackled him in a hug and he didn’t recognise you immediately, he pushed you off exclaiming, “you can’t do that, I have a partner!” Before running off.

At first, it hurt a little. Every time you tried to go near him, he’d run in the opposite direction. You told Akaashi about it - he was in your class, after all - and the two of you started a bet as to when he’d figure out it was you and not some random person. There was that general worry that he wouldn’t figure it out.

The funny thing was that he still texted you throughout the day, telling you about this random person (read: you) and how they wouldn’t leave him alone. You laughed at his texts, rolling your eyes and promising that everything would be okay.

Of course, you had to surprise him at the end of the day. He didn’t react too well, but you and Akaashi shared a knowing smirk, “they’re here, too!” He dove behind Akaashi - the spiker only sighed and stepped towards you.

The gym waited with baited breath for what would happen. “Hey, did you finish studying already?” He spoke casually to you. Bokuto gasped in betrayal - because how dare he talk to you after you’d stalked him all day - and started stepping towards the two of you.

“Yeah, it wasn’t that much anyway.” You shrugged, trying to hide your excitement.

If you looked closely enough, you could see the cogs turning in his head. You just knew he was trying to figure out when Akaashi got a partner (and why his partner looked so much like you). His eyes widened as he tentatively stepped closer to you.

With each passing second, more tension grew. Akaashi was trying his best not to burst out laughing - subsequently making it harder for you to not laugh.

A switch flipped in his head and he gasped. “Wait a minute! That’s my partner!”

That broke you, both you and Akaashi finally letting out your howling laughter. Bokuto threw himself at you, hugging you like his life depended on it.

“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around him and humming happily.

He pulled away and pouted at you, “why did you change your pretty hair?” He fumbled the strands in his fingertips. “Not that it isn’t pretty! It’s very pretty, but a different kind of pretty.” You snorted at his phrasing.

“Well,” you smiled sweetly up at him, “I wanted us to match.”

Once again, the wheels in his head turned before he gasped, lifting you up and spinning you around. Such wonder in his eyes.

Sure, you’d spend later comforting because you were prettier than him now, and he’s the ugly one in the relationship (his words, not yours), but it would be worth it to see the way his eyes would light up so much more at every single match you attended. After every win, he’d parade you around and explode with so much joy. He’d brag to Kuroo that his partner’s hair matched his.

You’d never felt luckier to be Bokuto’s.

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