#Does anyone else feel like they’re slowly losing their mind? Because I still feel like I’m slowly going insane
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DPXDC Prompt #97
The Justice League fought hard against the anti ecto acts but unfortunately it wasn’t enough and the laws were passed anyways but not before a clause was added to them that states the JL had the right to pull a ghost out of a facility of they had potential to work for them. When they see the potential hero Phantom is caught by the GIW they of course do their best to acquire him. Unfortunately the government sees Phantom as JL property now instead of his own person. Phantom seemed content being trapped on the watchtower and explained it was better than whatever the GIW was planning. Superman thinks something weird is going on with the ghost as when he supposedly went to bed in the room he was assigned he’d temporarily gain a heartbeat again. Constantine is just glad the young prince hasn’t decided to kill anyone in the US congress yet for passing such a ridiculous law. Batman’s adoption senses are tickling.
#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny phantom#poor danny#writing prompt#I hear no Batman no! In my head in the same tone as the no rootbeer no! Meme#ghost prince danny#I already have my idea for tomorrow and it’s going to be a wild one heavily cracked#I know I’m insane but you can’t stop me#Is no one going to take the internet away from me?#my asks are open#I want to draw more but I have no clue what#Does anyone else feel like they’re slowly losing their mind? Because I still feel like I’m slowly going insane#Also does anyone else feel just a little disappointed that we’re in the timeline without any superpowers or hero’s?#I feel like my body is slowly decaying and I can do nothing but watch as the world slowly spins as everyone gets mad at each other over tim
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Miles and his abandonment issues/not wanting to be alone.
Something I’ve always thought about Miles was that he has abandonment issues. This clip here is only a scene that shows apart of that.
Gwen’s “I’ll never see him again” makes him panic, with not seeing her or Peter or anyone of his spider friends for a year or so now. Hearing that from Gwen alone probably is what mainly encouraged him to jump through that portal and follow her. Because if that portal closed, there’s a big possibility he’d really never see her again.
Even in the second half of the video where Miles is walking to his dorm/new school and he walks past his old school with everyone he knew chatting it up with him as he passes. It’s clear while Miles attended that school, he’s been friends, or at least acquaintances, with a lot of the people there. He has and still does leave an impact on them, if it wasn’t noticeable by the amount of people simply happy to see him walk by.
At the end of it, the last girl asking how the new school is and that they all miss him, Miles responds with a “Wait… you miss me?” with a smile on his face. Now, I’ve seen some of the comments on that bit on YouTube and it’s mostly people thinking it’s Miles being cute with the ladies, but I don’t believe that’s what that was at all.
It’s clear to see Miles is cool with most people in that scene; of course keeping in mind he’s spent time with them at some point in his life if they are telling him they miss him. That little smile Miles had and the question that followed was an exact reaction to truly realizing that nobody at his old school has forgotten him, nor intend to, in theory, leave him anytime soon. It’s that warm feeling of knowing that maybe you truly do have people by your side. It’s actually a little intense with Miles since I think he sort of needs that feeling more than you’d usually need it.
Whether it be his mom, his dad, his uncle (RIP Uncle Aaron 😔), or the spiders who he thought were his friends.
That’s why it hurts so much when they’re taken away from him. Either by death or because of needing to pick a side. Because that warm feeling slowly turns into dread that no one’s by his side anymore. That the people he love may not love him anymore. That he may have to face something he’s been trying to hide from: being alone.
Because being alone means you’ll have no one to care for. Being alone means no one’s gonna give you their warmth when you’re in the freezing cold. Being alone means you’ll be left in the dark by yourself with no one to encourage you to break out and run free.
Miles followed Gwen to avoid having to be alone, like he was for the past year after she and the other spider-people left. Because, while it doesn’t make it right to follow someone and then go invisible to see what they’re doing, he wouldn’t have ever known this would have been the last time he’d see his best friend if he hadn’t followed.
At the end of the movie though, I feel that Miles is put at an even harder spot due to him trying to prevent his father’s death. He wanted to be with the rest of the spider people so badly that it blinded him to the fact it wasn’t all it seemed to be cracked out to be. At the end of the movie, all Miles wants is to go home. Yes, it hurts to lose everyone you’ve worked so hard to see, but in his mind, if the people you call your friends can’t understand that it’s fucked up to let an innocent person die, his dad no less, for a so-called ‘greater good’, then maybe that warm feeling of them being by his side isn’t what he wants right now.
Miles feels betrayed by Peter B., Gwen, and most importantly, by himself because he soon realizes that he was so determined not to lose them again, that he never realized he’s lost himself in the process. Gwen, Peter, and everyone else basically said (through their actions) that they’ll never see Miles again. Who is Miles to stop them?
He doesn’t care what happens afterwards. He just wants to go home, HIS home, and stop the one thing that will truly make him deeply and utterly alone.
The death of Aaron and Miles being Spiderman only encourages Miles to want to do these things. He wanted to surround himself with people he can trust, but he soon realizes those relationships can die, either by actual death or by lies and secrets.
Idk. This is all just my view of what Miles feels even in Into the Spiderverse. If you’ve finished reading all this, idk; eat a cookie or something.
#miles morales#miles morales analysis#miles morales angst#gwen stacy#peter b parker#I hate seeing Miles cry/sad bro 😭#into the spider verse#across the spiderverse#beyond the spiderverse#i
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Birthday
Your birthday with Val Men!
(Cypher, Sova, Yoru, Chamber)
A/N : AM I REALLY BACK?? ARE U SEEING A POST FROM THE LOSERLOKI?? the world may never know.
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Cypher :
Cypher knows your birthday. You hadn’t even mentioned it to anyone and yet the moment you woke up he greeted you with a gift.
The gift itself was something you had been looking at on amazon.. How did he know this? The world may never know.
“Happy Birthday little bug. I hope today is well for you.”
He doesn’t let anyone else know of your birthday but he does spoil you throughout the day with your favorite snacks and drinks. Other agents start to think he’s slowly losing his mind.
As you opened your bedroom door you let out a squeal. The last thing you were expecting to see was Cypher standing in front waiting for you.
“Good morning and happy birthday.” He shuffles a gift into your hands and your eyes widen.
“I didn’t tell you it was my birthday today? Also were you waiting here all morning?” You’re not disappointed with the gift, far from it, but you still were a bit shocked.
“Don’t worry about that. I am sure you will like your gift. And I went to buy your favorites. Everything should be to your liking.” You could hear the grin in Cypher’s voice as you stared down at the item you had been wanting for a while. You shouldn’t be surprised, you knew he had quite the web of information on people. While it should probably perturb you at the least, you were just happy to not have to spend your birthday in silence.
“Thank you Cypher.” You give him a hug which he returns quickly, his fingers tapping at your back.
“Anytime.”
Sova :
Sova tries to make something really thoughtful. Like a sweater or a plush. He asks Omen to help him knit something.
He will try to get everyone together with some food and drinks. He wants you to have a memorable day!
If they’re too much though he will automatically notice and whisk you away. As long as you’re happy he is too!
“Happy Birthday!” The agents cheered as Sova led you into the dining hall. There was decorations around and an array of gifts set out to the side. Sova gave you a soft smile as his hand rubbed at your back.
“You guys..!” Your eyes widened as everyone shuffled you towards the table. You could feel tears prick at your eyes at the amount of effort everyone put in just for you.
“Sova did a lot of work to get this altogether! Don’t thank us, we just showed up.” Phoenix shoots Sova a wink as everyone begins to settle down for food. You look next to you as Sova puts his hands up in a ‘it’s nothing’ motion and blushes. You can’t help but laugh at the adorable face and give his hand a quick squeeze.
“Thank you Sova. You’re too kind.”
“It’s really nothing. I hope to make your day the best. You deserve it.”
Yoru :
Expect teasing. Even if he does care, he will not show it easily.
“You definitely look old. I’m sure you’ll be able to use your wrinkles as a purse next year.”
He will get you something that’s more suited towards his hobbies but he means well!
“Since you always bother me about the motorcycle rides being cold.” He shrugs as he gives you a new motorcycle jacket. He even added matching patches to twin with him. (Not that he would admit).
He will buy you dinner as well but don’t mention it or he will get grumpy.
“What is this Yoru?” You raised an eyebrow with a grin as he handed you a thick leather jacket. His cheeks tinged with red as he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t go getting a big head. Just because I got you one thing for your birthday does not mean you are special. I am just tired of hearing you complain about how cold it is on the motorcycle.” Yoru pushes the garment into your hands and you notice the matching patches on the side. Your heart swells at the sentiment. You knew he wasn’t great with wording his emotions but he definitely put thought into this.
“You’re too kind ‘Ru. We should use it tonight to get dinner.” You add with hope and he just sighs.
“Yeah yeah.. I guess it would only be smart. Be outside by eight or I will leave you.” He grunts as he moves to leave.
“And Ru?” You add and the man turns around. “Thank you.”
Yoru’s face goes even more red than you thought was humanly possible as he tries to adjust his hair to keep cool.
“Whatever.”
Chamber :
Chamber likes to be coordinated. He’s set up lots for you both to do throughout the day. Unless you specifically tell him not to weeks before.
He will give you a few gifts throughout the day, just small things. Trinkets that reminded him of you or stuff he thought you would like.
He will take you both out to a nice lunch and let you shop, saying it’s on him if you see anything you like. (It takes stress off of him to make sure you get the best gift.)
“Happy Birthday, my dear. I hope today is up to your standards. If there is anything I can do to make it better.. Don’t hesitate.”
“Is your food good? Do you want more to drink?” Chamber says quickly as he watches you eat. You can’t help but chuckle at his anxious attitude, reaching for his hand.
“It’s perfect, just calm down and enjoy your meal. If something was wrong I would tell you.”
Chamber seems to relax a bit more as he leans back in his chair and squeezes your hand.
“I only want the best for you. It’s not every day that it is your birthday after all.” He hums and you can’t help but smile. He’s always so thoughtful and kind. Despite what the many agents back at base thought. Not that their opinion on him had ever mattered.
“Thank you honey. Today has been great.”
Great was an understatement. He let you run around to your favorite stores, smiling and nodding along to anything you found of interest. He spoiled you with small gifts and snacks, and now such a fine dinner.
“Anything for you.” He gave you a soft smile as his lips brushed your knuckles. You felt your heart jump at the small action and you let out a small laugh.
“Eat your damn food.” You wave off the affection and he only chuckles.
“So defensive. But whatever you want.” He shrugs as he digs back into the food. It was safe to say your birthday was a success.
#cypher x you#cypher valorant#cypher x reader#cypher#sova x reader fluff#sova x reader#sova valorant#sova#valorant sova#yoru valorant#valorant yoru#yoru x reader#yoru x you#yoru#valorant chamber#chamber imagines#chamber fluff#chamber#chamber x reader#valorant#valorant headcanons#valorant imagines
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So Good I Could Cry
I saw this post, and knew immediately that I had to write a fic for it. This is my first fic above a T rating, so it was written in one sitting before I could lose my nerve. What follows is the softest, most gentle M-rated fic I think you can find. Additionally, I am very ace, and thought that I was writing Harry as allosexual, until Vukovich told me how much ace Harry came through in this fic, so please take a moment to laugh at my naïvety and then to thank @vukovich for being a wonderful beta reader and for ensuring that I tagged this properly 💜
Words: 1,828
Rating: Mature
Summary: There was a tumblr post asking who in your ship cries during sex, and I knew my answer immediately - Harry cries during, and Draco cries afterwards in secret.
Read on ao3 here
It’s all so good. Everything has been so good, for months now, that Harry can’t really figure out why it took so long for him to finally ask Draco out. He can’t figure out why multiple years of amazing friendship didn’t turn into dating and kissing sooner, not when it only took him six months to realise that his feelings for Draco weren’t just platonic. He can’t figure out why it took them so long to get here, but he’s beyond glad that they finally have.
Harry’s lost count of how many dates they’ve gone on (although Draco probably knows; he’s obsessive like that, and Harry loves that he knows that about him), or how many times they’ve kissed, or how many scorching looks Draco has given him from the other side of the room. They’ve been taking things slowly, per Draco’s wishes, although Harry hasn’t minded, and has, in fact, been delighted to watch Draco open up to him even more with every dinner and every kiss, like a flower opening so slowly into the morning sun.
Now, though, they’re here, in Harry’s bed with Draco pink-cheeked and sweaty over him, for the very first time. And it’s so good, just like everything else, just like Harry knew it would be, because it’s Draco here with him. Draco’s nerves have dissipated, and he’s radiant, leaning down to kiss Harry, making soft little noises that Harry could listen to forever, beaming and laughing, pressing his eyes shut even as his mouth falls open. There’s a strand of hair that’s come free from its queue, falling alongside Draco’s flushed cheeks, and Harry is overjoyed to watch it sway back and forth, curling up into a gentle ringlet, because that means that Draco must secretly straighten his hair, and Harry knows this now, an intimate little secret to discover even in the midst of this intimate act itself. They’ve been together for so long tonight that Draco’s hair straightening charms have worn off, and he’s comfortable enough with Harry that he hasn’t bothered to refresh them, and now Harry gets to know that there’s a wave to Draco Malfoy’s pin-straight hair, and no one else gets to have that secret.
He reaches a hand up and twirls a finger through Draco’s hair, then cups his face to simply admire him for a moment. Harry doesn’t think that anyone could ever really look attractive during sex. It’s too sweaty and red-faced and slightly gross for anyone to actually look hot the whole way through, but Draco right now is so lovely, so captivatingly beautiful, both for his red-flushed, sweaty face and for how open he is in this moment of vulnerability.
“I love you,” Harry says, before he can stop himself. He’s said it before, a few times, and he’s certain that Draco feels the same way, even if he hasn’t said it back yet. Still, Harry hadn’t wanted to pressure him right now, hadn’t wanted to risk making Draco think that he had to say it back to him at this moment because of everything else. Draco beams, though, and kisses him fiercely, and somewhere in the middle, Harry tips over into ecstasy, coming back to himself moments later with tears wet on his cheeks and more still streaming from his eyes.
They kiss some more after, and then just hold each other close, drifting in and out of sleep for a while. Draco doesn’t say anything about the tears that took a few minutes to stop, although Harry thinks he’d be well within his rights to. Honestly, who cries during sex because their boyfriend secretly has curly hair? Instead, Draco just kisses him, and runs his thumbs under Harry’s eyes to wipe away the tears, and kisses him again while fresh ones appear.
When Harry wakes up an unknown amount of time later, he can still feel the salt, tacky on his cheeks. He passes a hand over his eyes, then scrubs it across his face, before reaching out to pull Draco close to him once more. His hand meets nothing but empty sheets, still warm from Draco’s body, but rapidly cooling. And Harry knows, because he knows Draco, that he’ll be back soon. He hasn’t gone far, nor has he gone for good, and Harry is sure of it even before he sees the light shining from under the ensuite door. If Harry could be patient for two minutes, Draco would surely return to him, eager to reclaim his place next to Harry in their warm bed, and to press his always freezing toes in between Harry’s legs. But Harry’s in love with him, and everything is so good when they’re together, and he doesn’t want to be separated even for the next two minutes, and so he gets up and pads over to the bathroom door, knocking gently to preserve the quiet of the pre-dawn stillness.
“Draco?”
There’s no answer, but Harry can hear the sink running, so he pushes the door open a crack and says Draco’s name again, sees his bare back stiffen slightly at the sound of Harry’s voice. He splashes water on his face once, then turns around with a towel pressed to his cheeks, patting himself dry even as Harry steps into his space and puts his hands gently around Draco’s waist. Draco leans into the touch, but doesn’t respond in kind, continuing to dry his face, the towel now an obstacle, keeping Harry from kissing him like he so desperately wants to. Instead, Harry slips his pinkies into the waistband of the boxers Draco has put back on, and gently smooths his thumbs up and down Draco’s sides.
“Hi,” he says, still making an effort to be quiet for no reason.
“Hello,” Draco whispers back, the towel still obscuring his face and muffing his voice slightly.
“Is everything alright?” Harry gives one of Draco’s hips a gentle squeeze, and Draco sways slightly into his hand.
Draco nods, but doesn’t say anything, and the towel is still hiding his face, which means Harry is forced to judge by Draco’s stiff shoulders how much of a lie his nod was. Harry slowly pulls the towel down, revealing Draco much as he was only an hour before; his face is red and blotchy, his hair is mussed, and his eyes are closed. Unlike before though, his face is now wet with tears instead of perspiration, and Harry feels a stab of pain go through his heart at the idea that something is marring this perfect night for Draco.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, moving his hands to cup Draco’s face, almost able to see the same motion echoed between them from earlier in the evening.
Draco shakes his head, and another tear falls to meet Harry’s thumb before being wiped away.
“Nothing. I’m fine, truly I am. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
Harry wipes away another tear and tilts Draco’s chin up gently until he meets his eyes. He can’t quite parse the emotions that he sees going across Draco’s face, but he can understand, at least in part, how Draco must be feeling. Tonight was a big step for both of them, their first time together, but it was Draco’s first time ever, and Harry feels like his chest might burst with love for Draco for letting him share this moment with him. Some of that must be reflected on his own face, because Draco gives him a watery little smile and tries again to explain.
“I’m fine, it’s just…” ‘A lot’ finishes Draco’s voice in Harry’s head, but he remains silent and gives Draco the chance to say the words for himself. “A lot,” he says, with another small smile, and then his lower lip begins to quaver again. “It’s all been really good!” he hastens to add. “And I’m fine!” he says, more tears splashing down his face. “It’s just a lot, all at once.”
Harry nods his head, wipes Draco’s tears, and kisses him. It’s not one of their best kisses, Draco sniffles in the middle of it, and Harry’s pretty sure that there’s snot in his mouth, but it’s still absolutely perfect, because it’s the two of them standing together in the middle of Harry’s bathroom at some wretchedly early hour in the morning.
When they pull apart, Harry swipes his thumbs across Draco’s cheeks again and says, “I get it.” At Draco’s raised eyebrow - and, oh, what a joy, to see Draco’s dearly loved prickly little personality pushing through his tears - Harry reminds him, “I was crying earlier tonight, too.” He shrugs. “It can be overwhelming sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t amazing.”
Draco scrubs the towel across his face once more, then fits himself to Harry’s body, pressing his face into the spot between his neck and shoulder that he had been kissing earlier that evening. Draco’s nose presses into a tender area, and Harry thrills to consider that he might have a bruise there in the morning, and can’t wait to avoid all of Draco’s attempts to heal it with magic, instead letting it linger for days as a reminder of tonight. Maybe, he thinks nonsensically, he could even get a tattoo there, to preserve it for all eternity.
“I woke up and wanted to wash my hands,” Draco says out of nowhere, the words slightly muffled against Harry’s skin, “and when I saw myself in the mirror, I just. I don’t know. I guess I thought that maybe I would look different, afterwards. Which, I know that’s silly, but I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. And I couldn’t tell if I looked different or not. All I could think about was how I must have looked to you-”
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Harry interrupts, and Draco laughs a little before pressing on.
“And then I was thinking about how you looked at me, and, and, and you love me-”
“I do,” Harry says,
“-and,” Draco’s fists tighten against Harry’s back, and he can feel the material of the towel Draco is still holding move against his spine. Draco pulls back slightly, and looks Harry in the eye. He’s a bit of a mess, with his cheeks a chaotic pink and his eyelashes spiky from tears, but once again Harry is certain that he’s never seen anyone more lovely, “and, Harry, I love you too,” he says, and possibly some other words after that, but those are lost into Harry’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly before lifting him up, letting Draco wrap his legs around Harry’s waist, and carrying him back to bed.
When Harry wakes up the next morning, it’s with Draco curled around him, his face pressed against Harry’s chest, and the bathroom hand towel, which Harry now realises is the novelty Celestina Warbeck one that Draco got him as a joke, squashed under his armpit. It’s so strange, and so perfect, that Harry wants to laugh. It’s all just really good.
#drarry#drarry fic#drarry fanfiction#my fic#my writing#ace harry#asexual harry potter#virgin draco#fluff
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Papa (Electric shock) N (+ Uzi) headcanons!
Leefloof :3
Note: Decided that I wanted to post abt the goober just bc, hope you all enjoy! X3
Quick disclaimer: These hcs are what I think N would do as a father figure for Uzi in this au. Please do not comment on how weird you think it is, this is my personal view on their dynamic. Don’t like? Keep scrolling
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Warning(s): none, some SFW tickle content but not much, N being a father to Uzi (for those that think it’s weird) basic found family fluff (Father daughter dynamic), child loss, death
DNI N$FW/F3T!$H accounts!!! 🚫🔫
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- In the mornings, N makes breakfast for the whole Doorman household. However, due to his size/height (7’11) he tends to accidentally bump things off counters and tables (though it’s mostly his tail’s doing)
- Loves to cook a lot (especially robo cookies or any baked goods), he tries to teach/help Uzi whenever she wants to help too
- Uzi sometimes asks N if he could read a bedtime story for her, which he happily does (Uzi also tells N to not tell anyone about this since she’s “not a kid” anymore (She’s 7-10 yrs old) and that it would be embarrassing if anyone else knew)
- When Khan doesn’t need him for anything, N would either lounge around or read a book (often reading sometimes to make time fly)
- Whenever Uzi gets a nightmare, N would go and sleep with her so she won’t feel alone (he’s also a night light for the little one)
- Overtime, he gains weight (my boi was skinny during the war, he was starving himself trying to save lives) doesn’t technically have a dad bod, but he’s squishy enough for Uzi to cuddle with him (plus he’s warm :3)
- N tends to carry Uzi around, normally piggyback or on his shoulders when they’re out somewhere (it’s a habit, she doesn’t mind though since it makes her feel tall)
- Makes lunch for Uzi and Doll during the school year (he leaves notes inside too)
- Makes bad dad jokes from time to time, he always giggling to himself before saying the punchline and the others would just stare at him blankly
- Glamrock Freddy coded
- One time during a mission, N put Uzi in one of those baby carriers (the one tat can be on a parent’s chest or back). He thought he lost her multiple times whenever (she was on his back)
- Uzi likes to grab onto N’s tail sometimes, she’s like a koala (But N knows how to get her off by tickling her)
- From a friend, N uses his tail to wrap around Uzi as a way to carry her, also to keep her from trouble (air jail)
- The droneling likes to “sneak up” on the Disassembly Drone whenever she can. N knows where she’s hiding, he just pretends he doesn’t to encourage her (J thinks he praises her too much however)
- Uzi also likes to challenge him in tickle fights (N loses the most, only bc he allows it)
- Also from a friend, she and N play with legos together (it always ends with them destroying the city)
- Freaking tickle monster
- N sometimes cries whenever he holds/cradles Uzi because it reminds him of another droneling
- During the war, the humans had raided a small camp leaving no one alive and needed help getting anything valuable from the rubble. During his search, N had found a child Worker, still very well alive, impaled by a pole. They were slowly dying and he couldn’t do anything about it. So he hugged them close as a way to comfort them in their last moments.
- He lost one, he is not losing another
- Sings happy songs to his younger patients while trying to treat their wounds
- “shh shh, I know it hurts but it’ll only be for a second okay?” “Hey hey, you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay I promise.” “See? That wasn’t so bad was it?” “You were so brave! Good job!”
- Calls dronelings little ones, chickadees, jelly bean (normally Uzi), Bun Bun, the list goes on
- Cried when Uzi called him “Dad” one time
That’s all for now! Buh bye!! :3c
#floof speaks#:3c#murder drones#murder drones tickles#sfw tk community#sfw tk blog#sfw tickling community#my hcs#murder drones uzi#uzi doorman#md uzi#n murder drones#serial designation n#murder drones n#n md#uzi#md doll#tw child loss#tw death#You cannot tell me than N and Uzi aren’t Gregory and Freddy coded#anyways yeah
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🩷 : Oh, sweet. I haven't really thought much about Yandere Licht yet (・∀・)
⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes, imprisonment. 15+ // F!MC.
His depravity is quite striking. He has a twisted moral compass where he's stuck in a debasement, Which will never fail to leave anyone dumbfounded. Licht's way of thinking is quite simple, simple for anyone who is crazy to understand.
Yandere Licht doesn’t have a normal sense of right or wrong. He only knows what his right is, and what his wrongs are. Screw whatever people may find immoral, if he deems it to be good, then it’s good.
Licht slowly manipulates his beloved MC into loving him. He shares his sad backstory with her, and then begins to monopolise her when she feels sad for him. He starts by taking up all of her free time and isolating her from everyone else. Now that she knows how he’s been abused and how hurt he is, who is she to abandon him or push him away? She’s too kind to do anything like that.
Slowly, Licht etches himself into her everyday life so that she doesn’t pick up on what he’s doing. When he finally has her fully isolated from others, he kidnaps her and keeps her inside of a mansion in his territory. The mansion is heavily guarded, She can’t escape if he has his men patrolling the grounds at all times, and she can’t leave him if he’s by her side 24/7.
Licht constantly guilt trips her by gaslighting and then blaming her for certain things. She wants to leave? Does she plan to abandon him or point a sword at him like his mother did? How could she do that when all he ever did was try his best for her. He just wants what’s best for her, and he tries so, so hard to please her… He’s not taking her freedom away, He’s protecting her. She confessed she loves him, so he’s just making sure that she’s safe… He’s a prince, Just by loving him she’s in danger. What if somebody tries targeting her? Doesn’t she know what happened to all of the women who got involved with Rodolite's royal family?
He’ll once again recall what happened to his mother for her.
His darling feels like she’s walking with shackles on because of how he’s constantly glued to her side and so obsessive.
Licht doesn’t hesitate to hurt others, He manipulates and twists things so that he always gets what he wants. He uses his title as a prince, and almost no one in Rhodolite does anything to rescue MC because they’re all under the impression that she’s in love with him, and has decided to spend her life with him. No one knows what Licht is really like, he’s far too sly and good at tricking people. The only one who now knows the real Licht is MC… But being isolated from everyone except him takes its mental strain on her, and she nearly loses her mind when he locks her away as punishment and starts ignoring her.
But, no matter how unstable MC may get because of her broken down psyche, he’ll never let her kill herself so she better not get any wild ideas. He loves her, so she’ll stay with him forever.
There's a loyal dog still waiting for an opportunity to speak to MC, That's becoming more suspicious of Licht each day he doesn't... So there's still hope for her to one day escape. if only she can get a single note to that dog.
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Chapter 21 But then I found you
Chapter 21 of Sugar
A/N- Choso just needs some time to understand the jokes and when he does he’ll be the only one to laugh even if he doesn’t truly get it.
Warning- Swearing, angst, FLUFF!!!!, mentions of death, spoilers, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, dark joke, long chapter
Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader
Takes place during- Chapter 139 of the Manga
(Let me know if you want to be tagged)
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It’s said that the worst day isn't the day you lose someone, but instead the days after. They say that the silence after the noise of funerals and everything that deals with that is deafening.
You aren’t having a funeral for the twins or Nanami though because you’re practically on the run since everyone is in a frenzy after the events at Shibuya. So only hours pass for you when the silence turns deafening and you know you’re living through the worst day of your life this year.
One that doesn’t let you sleep because all you can do is think of nothing else but Nanako, Mimiko, and Nanami. All you can do is cry quietly on the lonely bed, wishing for someone to tell you that’ll be fine, that at least they’re not in pain anymore, or just to simply keep you company so you’re not alone.
Usually, you would have gone to Nanami or he would have come to you without even needing to be told. Or you would have the twins and you’d comfort each other, but they’re all gone and you’re alone. And you hate it.
It's why even if you’re still exhausted you leave the room you’re staying in and sit on a windowsill in the living room, to watch the raindrops collect on the window while morning slowly rises.
Sure the living room doesn’t resolve the loneliness you feel, but the music of the pattering rain is enough to fill some of the silence. You could almost fall asleep, it would keep your mind quiet for a while, but the matter of the fact is that when you close your eyes you see their faces, so you just choose to watch the rain.
The only time you peel your eyes away is when your curiosity is piqued the moment the floor creaks behind you. And when you look back you’re not disappointed when you see Choso.
“Oh,” he whispers and freezes as if he was caught doing something bad. “I didn’t know you were here. It’s dark.”
You sit up and quickly excuse yourself as if you were also caught doing something you aren’t supposed to. “Yeah, I didn’t want to bother anyone by having the light on. Sorry did I scare you?”
Choso quickly assures you. “No,”
You hum with contentment and then playfully narrow your eyes on him. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You pick on him.
“Aren't you?” He rebuttals, making the corner of your lips tug to a faint half-smile.
“Touché, and,” you add. “Yes, but…well the room was quiet so I came here.”
Choso blinks in confusion and glances around the room as if searching for the resolve to your silence, but he finds nothing but more silence.
“And you? Why are you up?” You ask. “It’s still early after the night we had.”
“Water,” Choso says. “I came for water.”
You hum and look back at the rain to let him grab his water. And when you hear him pouring the body of water into his cup, you press your fingertip on the glass and use your technique to form the raindrops on the glass into bunnies.
And perhaps it’s such a silly thing to do still at 28, but you find comfort in the creatures you can make, especially in the bunnies you shape because they carry so much more meaning now.
“Can I ask you guys something important? What’s your favorite animal, hm?”
You remember them looking at one another trying to figure out what you were up to while they chose to give into your antics with wholehearted trust.
“Bunnies!”
Nanako said for her and Mimiko.
Bunnies.
You never gave them much thought before, the twins liked them and as they grew, Nanako continued to like them when Mimiko grew out of them.
Bunnies.
It was also a nickname you used for them that sounded made for them. They never complained about it or asked you to stop calling them that. Even when they got older.
Bunnies…
You never gave them much thought before, but now you’ll live the rest of your life thinking about them and remembering the twins.
“Here,” Choso breaks you from your train of thought, making you drop the rainwater and look over to see him offering you a cup of water.
“Oh,” you gasp softly and take the cup. “Thank you.” You smile at him and feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the simple gesture. Which is why as Choso shifts his body to walk away, you interject.
“Wait, hm…” you hesitate simply out of timidness. “Do you want to sit with me? It’s okay if you don’t, you can go back to bed.”
You don’t look back and wait for his response with your eyes glued on the water in your cup out of fear of rejection.
“Yes,” he assures your pounding heart. “I do.”
You sigh softly and lift your eyes to watch him turn back. When he’s taken his seat though, you drift your gaze back out the window to continue to watch the rain and listen to its melody as it hits the glass.
And whereas the rain filled the silence before but wasn’t enough to keep you company, now you hear the soft breaths Choso takes through the rain's music; you feel the warmth of his body radiate out as he sits only inches away from you, and it’s because of those simple and quiet details that the loneliness you had felt antagonizing your heart disappears.
You don’t even need to look at him to reaffirm anything either, that’s enough to satisfy you. However, you still can’t help but steal a glance over at him and take in the sight of his relaxed face as he watches the rain fall. You watch him softly narrow his eyes, and guess to yourself that he might be thinking. What about is a question that makes an appearance in your head for a second before you take a drink of your water and look out again as your mind wanders to another thought.
And unbeknownst to you Choso steals a glance right back at you and watches your gaze get lost on a raindrop for a long moment before you finally blink and shift your gaze, making him quickly look away.
“Choso,” you break the silence. “Can I ask you something?”
Said man drifts his eyes over to you and you suddenly feel your breath hitch in your throat as you grow nervous under his intense gaze.
“Yes,” he welcomes your curiosity.
You swallow back nervously and glance at your bare fingernails to build your courage before you speak up. “How…hm,” you pause and drop your head to place the cup down between your legs. “How did you forgive Itadori?” You finally ask and slowly lift your gaze to watch for his reaction.
“I mean I heard what you told him last night,” you explain further. “But there was a moment where you were debating it right? Whether to forgive the boy that killed your brothers or not?”
Choso draws out a deep breath and nods softly, relieving your guilt.
“Okay,” you whisper and exhale deeply before you continue with your point. “Because…it’s been 11 years since my brother…betrayed me,” you pause hesitantly since you don’t know how to exactly sum it all up to one short story without telling a long dreadful one.
“And it’s almost been 1 year since we’ve reunited, and in that year he’s been nothing but great to my daughter, he’s tried to be good to me, but…I still can’t find it in me to forgive him,” you share in a tearful voice. “I told him a few weeks ago that I was ready to try, but now he’s gone, and all I want is to forgive him before I get him out of that prison. I don’t want to hold resentment, but I don’t know how…so,” you slowly drag on as you grow more nervous. “How did you forgive Itadori? How did you know it was right?”
Choso watches you for a moment as if trying to find his answer on your face before he looks away and looks for his answer on some random crevice.
And once again, as you watch him you see him slightly narrow his gaze. However, this time you also see his thick eyebrows pinch together before they relax again just before he snaps his eyes up to meet your waiting gaze.
“I don’t know,” he shares in an honest tone. You can tell because there's a gentle shift in his deep and nonchalant voice. “I think it was just a feeling in my gut. It felt like the right thing to do because the more I thought about it the more I realized it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know who he was fighting, so he couldn’t have control over the situation.”
You pick up your cup to drink water as you let his words sink.
“So maybe go with the right feeling? I don’t know,” he confesses. “But what I do know is that as older brothers we make mistakes too.”
You smile sweetly at his words, making Choso swallow thickly.
“Thank you,” you whisper and offer him a wider smile.
Choso parts his lips but quickly closes his mouth and sighs before he mutters, “you’re welcome.”
You beam at him as you realize he corrected himself. “Nice,” you acknowledge his gratitude.
Choso looks down and tries to hide his soft smile, but you catch it and feel that fluttering in your stomach that you never want to lose.
Silence follows after that for a few minutes before Choso interjects this time. “Can I ask you something now?”
You blink with surprise and quickly nod to try and satisfy your curiosity.
“When do you think Yuji will acknowledge me as his older brother?” He asks with worry and complete seriousness, but you can’t help but giggle at how cute it sounds.
“What?” He queries.
You shake your head. “Nothing…it’s just…nothing.” You clear your throat and grow a bit serious as the weight of his questions falls on your shoulders. “Just give him time.”
“How much time?” Choso impatiently cuts in.
You shrug. “His world just got turned upside down, you know?” You sigh. “His friend is…well…” you trail off since you told him last night on your way to find Itadori—“one mentor died,” you add. “And the other was taken. And on the same day, he finds out that the guy he was fighting and was almost killed by is actually his long lost older brother, it’s a lot to progress so give him time.”
Choso looks unsatisfied so you lean over your knees and offer him advice. “Be there for him like you are now. Check up on him as he’s dealing with his emotions. You don’t have to say anything on the matter, but letting him know that you’re there for him would be great.”
“Okay.”
“For example,” you add to help him more. “Now, when my students bring us the groceries I asked for, we can make him breakfast. He may not want to eat, but you know what? Just letting him know you’re worried and thinking about him is a small step in the right direction!”
“Really?” Choso asks with his eyes filled with curiosity and trust for what you’re saying.
“Really.” You confirm sweetly.
“Okay.” Choso trusts you.
“We’ll just have to wait an hour because I did also ask my kids to pick up some stuff from my house,” you break it to him, making him react with a soft scoff.
“Tsk.”
You snicker and sit back to watch the rain again, missing the way he keeps his eyes on you as he builds the courage to ask a question off-topic. One that he doesn't know whether you'll be happy to hear or upset. Plus you look happier now, so he doesn’t want to see you upset all over again.
Yet he wants to ask so he takes the risk. “How’s your daughter? Did she make it out okay?”
You snap your eyes over to Choso and your smile falls flat, making him start to regret asking.
Nevertheless, you then flash him a smile and gladly answer. “She did, she’s on her way to Italy right now with Belinda, her caretaker, who actually,” you let him know. “Was my caretaker too.”
Choso blinks and rebuttals in a very serious nonchalant way. “You need a caretaker?”
You chuckle and quickly counter. “No—imagine though? Like during a battle, someone’s just taking care of me,” you play along with a laugh, making his face burn and his heart race before he can’t help but smile faintly at the sight of your own reaction.
“No, but,” you clear your throat. “Belinda was mine and Satoru’s caretaker when we were young, so there’s no one I trust more with my little girl than Belinda.”
Choso hums and you add on excitedly.
“She’s going to be taking strolls around town, going to the beach, harvesting grapes, and looking for cute souvenirs because she says she wants to give her uncle something cute when he gets out of his prison realm.” You grin, and Choso’s lips pull to a soft smile.
“So,” he adds hesitantly. “She’s not upset you’re not leaving with her?”
You sigh deeply and carefully spin the water in your cup. “Yeah,” you admit. “But I told her that I have to stay here to work on getting Satoru out of the prison realm, so that kind of calmed her down.” You say and frown out of shame and sadness that you have to send your daughter away.
Choso reads your expression as if he’s known you for years and makes an assumption. “It’s for her own good.”
You exhale deeply. “Yeah, I know.” You smile again and nudge his foot with yours. “Thank you for asking, I appreciate it.”
Choso holds your gaze and glances down at your lips pulled to a smile before meeting your gaze again and offering you a small acknowledging nod.
“Now,” you add and swing your legs off the windowsill. “Do you want to watch a movie while we wait?” You ask and take the blanket you had been sitting on to throw it over you and walk to the TV. “We would watch an animated one about brothers going on drastically different revenge trips after their older brother dies. One ends up transformed because of his revenge, and the other one ends up blinded by anger. It’s a very good movie and it makes me cry all the time. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“Yeah,” Choso agrees. “That’s fine.”
You peer over at him to flash him a smile as he takes a seat on the end of the couch. When you look down to grab the remote you smile wider to yourself over the fact that you don’t feel alone anymore with him here with you.
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*2 HOURS LATER*
A knock rapping on the door sends you sliding off your seat to rush and open the door. And even if you expected them (an hour ago), seeing Kirara and Hakari standing in the hall, under the flickering light; some of the darkness that held you captive broke away, letting you feel lighter, like…you aren’t drowning by the weight of your emotions anymore.
“Finally,” you greet them nonchalantly even if that does nothing to hide the grief so noticeable in your puffy eyes. “I’m starving.”
“Master,” Kirara whispers as they look into your eyes to try and find something to say and a way to react as you stand before them.
“You look like crap master,” Hakari says brashly. “It's a good thing we brought your things.”
You flash him a soft smile before you glance down at your luggage he shows off.
“I almost thought you wouldn't get here, I almost cried thinking I was going to have to wear this forever,” you say dramatically and step aside to let him in.
“Master,” Kirara repeats in that soft voice.
“Kira, darling,” you greet them and look at them with a teasing smile.
Kirara drops the grocery bags and watches you with a trembling bottom lip before they close the gap and wrap you in an embrace.
You’re caught off guard by the suddenness of it, but you don’t question what brought this on, you told them about Nanako, Mimiko, and Nanami. So this embrace was for that.
It’s true they usually give you hugs here and there, they're more affectionate than Hakari after all, but you saw the pity in their eyes the moment you opened the door. They didn’t need to say a word about it for you to know.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” they murmur against you.
Yet no matter how much you knew, how much you prepared to appear strong while they were here, you still can’t help yourself from breaking just a little by the feeling of their comfort.
Whereas Choso filled the silence and did not make you feel alone or hopeless. Hakari and Kirara are still what keep you from drowning any further.
“Thank you, Kira,” you whisper and squeeze them gently, letting a couple of tears fall down your cheeks.
“Kin might not say it but it was his idea to come,” they reveal. “He wanted to come last night to keep you company, but he respected your wishes and we stayed home like you asked.”
Your breath hitches softly and you feel your heart fill with bliss. “Thank you,” whisper again and linger in their embrace for a moment longer before you pull back and hold their hands. “This is why you’re my favorite,” you taunt loudly.
“I heard that!” Hakari exclaims from the kitchen. “Eh, who are you?” He abruptly changes his tone of voice to something rougher, so you immediately drop Kirara's hands and help them with some groceries to then rush into the kitchen where Hakari is staring Choso down.
“Kin this is Choso,” you quickly interject. “He’s my friend.”
Hakari’s shoulders relax and he squints his gaze before interjecting. “How good are you at fighting?” He then looks over at you. “How good is your guy at fighting?”
You pluck a grape from one of the bags and throw it in your mouth. “Let him answer,” your voice comes out muffled.
“So,” Hakari redirects. “Are you any good? You could make good money.”
Choso’s eyes drift to you in confusion, but before you can help him out of the situation Kirara blurts as they walk up behind you. “Wait, this is him? Is this the same Choso you told us about? The cursed womb?”
Your face burns and Choso’s eyes slightly widen in surprise.
“Yeah this is him,” you agree and hide your face by putting the groceries down to avoid getting seen all flustered by Kirara and Hakari because they will notice and catch your racing heart when you simply lay your eyes on Choso.
“Choso,” you change the subject and look up proudly. “These are my students, the ones I told you about! This right here Kirara Hoshi,” you point over your shoulder.
“Hello,” Kirara greets and leans over your shoulder. “I like your buns.”
You smile softly, and see Choso grow a bit flustered. “Thank you,” he responds with nonchalance.
“And this,” you move on and grab Hakari’s arm. “Is Kinji Hakari. They’re my star pupils.” You show off like a proud mother and throw your arms around their shoulders. “My kids.”
“We’re her only students,” Kirara makes the point clear. “So there’s not really more to choose from.”
“Not like we’re complaining,” Hakari cuts in.
“Y/N has spoken highly of the both of you in the short time we’ve been together,” Choso shares bluntly and adds nothing else. That’s it.
“I assume we'll make breakfast now,” Choso adds. “I’ll fetch Yuji.”
You hum in comprehension and watch him until he disappears down the hall.
“Master?” Hakari snaps your attention back to the kitchen.
“Hm?” You probe and look at him.
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry for your losses,” he says. “I hope this is not the end for you, it would be disappointing.”
You scoff softly and he catches you off guard when he places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
However, you can’t say you hate the gesture. It’s his form of an embrace, so you return it by reaching over and giving his hand a returning squeeze.
“Thank you, Kin. And it’s not, now I’m planning to kill the man in Suguru’s body and get my brother back.”
Hakari smirks. “I like the sound of that.”
You let his hand go, letting him slide his hand off your shoulder.
“I can’t kill Sukuna myself,” you grumble and begin to take things from the bags to put them away. “I’m not that stupid either, but I can kill Noritoshi—Or I can find a way to destroy Sukuna from the inside,” you sneer.
“What about both?” Hakari suggests as he sits back on the counter to watch Kirara and you put things away. “It’ll be a hell of a mission.”
You snicker. “Did you guys take in the city sights?” You change the subject as he mentions missions.
“Yeah,” Kirara cuts in. “I can’t believe we missed it. You really downplayed it!”
“I said big crater!” You argue. “There was a big crater!”
“Along with crumbling towers, cracked streets, and large gaps in walls,” Hakari adds sarcastically. “Yeah, but no biggie. It doesn’t compare to Egypt.”
You peer at him over your shoulder and smile. “Exactly what I told Yuki.” You wink at him.
“Only we didn’t destroy part of a city,” Kirara says, making Hakari and you both quickly rebuttal.
“Close enough.”
“I am sorry that we couldn’t lend a helping hand in all the fun,” Hakari continues with a stifled laugh and smacks the arm you regrew before he picks it up and examines it, making Kirara drop what they held to study your arm too as if it was some kind of miracle.
“I know it doesn’t hurt anymore,” Kirara says. “But are you sure there aren’t any lingering effects?”
“Just her unmanicured nails,” Hakari points out your insecurity.
“I’m working on it,” you whine and look at Kirara. “Would you help me? I can’t possibly go on with my nails all naked.”
Alas just as Kirara is about to agree, Choso entering the kitchen alone steals your attention.
“He said he didn’t want to come,” he shares almost disappointedly.
You pull your hand away from the student's grasp and offer Choso an assuring smile. “Just give him time. You can offer him breakfast later. For now, why don’t you come help me make some, hm? Or you can help Hakari put the things away.”
Choso nods and doesn’t hesitate to walk in and join the three of you in the kitchen, choosing to be by your side instead of in between you and your kids who watched him like hungry predators.
“I thought about it,” you direct at him with a smile. “We can make something savory like omelets!”
Choso raises his eyebrow and argues nonchalantly. “You said you wanted something sweet.”
You nod. “I know, but it’s too late to make what I wanted, I’m starving, so something quick is what we’re going with today.”
He hums and you don’t take that as a protest so you don’t change your mind.
“I can help you master,” Kirara cuts in and barges in between Choso and you. “We came with an appetite.”
You furrow your eyebrows and quietly wonder what that was about before you look over your shoulder to find your answer with Hakari. However, he looks away at that moment, making you quip. “Late and with an appetite? I swear.”
“You wouldn’t let us starve now would you?” Kirara speaks softly and sweetly, using your own tricks on you. “Who knows what we may face on our way home you know with all those curses—”
“I get it, I get it,” you cut them off and grumble. “And using my tricks on me? At least bat your lashes won’t you?”
Kirara laughs, and you can’t help but smile softly. Actually, you can’t help but feel happy being in the kitchen with your students and with Choso. You don’t feel alone with all the noise, you feel content with all the uproar Kirara and Hakari provide by being here.
However, in between all the bliss, the laughs, and the stories you all tell Choso who never wavers his attention, comes back that agonizing sorrow.
Just a couple of days ago you were laughing and gossiping with Satori, and the twins. Just a couple of days ago you still had them with you, and your heart wasn’t completely satisfied, but you were happy. Now they’re gone and that’s all that occupies your mind; along with their—no Mimiko’s body…you never saw Nanako’s body…You never saw her face, you just found her phone.
And for some reason that irks you so much that what you knew gets all twisted and you foolishly start to hope that you can still find her. Or that she’ll find you.
All because a good morning triggered a flood of memories you return to the station and wait. You wait with hope that you’ll find Nanako.
Yet she doesn’t come that evening, but instead of feeling discouraged and thinking straight, you continue to hope and wait. Wait, and wait for five days for a moment in time while Itadori is out curse hunting and Choso is following him, making sure he’s okay and hoping that Itadori will acknowledge him as a brother.
They don’t know that you find a spot near where you found the twins and wait. They don’t know until one does on the fifth day after they discreetly follow you, making you delusional and believe that the footsteps that approach you are Nanako’s.
Alas, when you look over your smile falls and your heart weeps a little when it’s not her.
“Choso,” you greet quietly and sit back down with your head hanging low. “What are you doing here?”
Choso falls beside you and then responds. “I was wondering where you came to every day for the past five days.”
You sigh and speak just above a whisper. “Here. I’m not hiding something if that’s what you think.”
“I debated it,” he confesses.
You huff softly, and he slowly slides down the wall to sit beside you.
“You can go,” you murmur and keep averting your gaze. “Make sure Itadori doesn’t run into any trouble. I just want to stay here and wait a little while longer…” you trail off and cradle Nanako’s broken phone against your chest.
“Wait for what?” Choso asks and you can’t tell if it’s some joke or a genuine question. Isn’t it obvious?
“She can still come,” you whisper sharply.
Choso shifts uncomfortably and breathes out. “Oh.” He doesn’t try to argue with you like others would have to get you to see the truth. He doesn’t snap back after you raised your voice. He continues to sit there in silence with you. And you feel grateful that he does.
You find comfort in the feeling of his presence and the sound of his calm breathing. You also slowly come back to the truth in his silence.
“Right?” You ask. “I didn’t see her…she can still come back…right?”
Choso lingers in the silence for a moment before he parts his lips. “I—”
“She can’t,” you cut him off to answer your own question because you already knew the truth. You had known it since the moment you found their bodies, but these calm days clouded your mind and made you cling onto hope.
You can see clearly now though, and a part of you dies inside because of it.
After days of knowing and crying at night, you finally come to terms with the fact that you will live the rest of your life without Nanako and Mimiko. The girls that aren’t even biologically yours, but you loved with every fiber in your body. The girls who you debated accepting into your life because you feared being a bad parent to them, but ended up trying to be everything your parents weren't to you. They’re gone. They’re gone forever, and you have to accept that. You do accept that now in the silence of the room that you fill with your broken cries and sniffles.
Several minutes pass before the room falls completely silent again and your shoulders stop shaking, however, you still remain seated and stare at the floor while Choso sits beside you not knowing what to do or how to comfort you until he finally finds the courage and breaks the silence.
“I found this.”
You wipe the stray tears off your cheeks and lift your head to watch him pull something out of his pocket. When his hand is close to you he opens his palm and shows off a small, but broken glass swan figurine infused with a red-orange color combination.
“Oh it’s broken,” Choso grumbles with a pout and closes his hand over the figurine to get rid of the broken glass.
Albeit you quickly grab his hand to stop him. “Not necessarily,” you assure him and pull his hand back towards you. “Hold the pieces together, I can fix it.”
You open Choso’s hand for him and then shift to be face to face.
“The neat thing about my technique,” you say and put Nanako’s phone away to summon fire to your finger. “I can fix these kinds of things.”
Choso puts the parts together and holds it out for you.
“One time,” you continue to speak while you begin to mend the pieces back together. “When I was a little girl, I was playing inside with my brother—twist,” you instruct him, and when he does you continue on. “…and we broke this crazy expensive glass vase, so,” you huff and smile faintly. “To avoid getting in trouble we stayed up all night and I put it back together.”
Choso hums in comprehension and you lift your gaze off the glass swan to look at him and hum back.
“Did they find out?” He probes. “Your parents?”
You shake your head. “No—twist—but my cousins did end up breaking it the following week, so,” you click your tongue. “That was that.”
You sit up straight and put the fire out to instead gather a swirl of air over your fingertip and redirect it at the swan to cool it off and finish your work.
“Look at that,” you muse happily and sit back to face Choso. “All fixed!”
Choso holds the figurine in between his fingertips and turns it gently to study your work.
“It’s not as it used to be, but it’s still pretty,” you try to make him feel better.
Choso hums and drifts his eyes over to you. “It’s for you,” he says and pushes the glass figurine towards you.
“For me?” You whisper and touch your chest with surprise.
Choso nods. “I found it amongst some rubble and…picked it up for you. It wasn’t broken then though.”
You hold his gaze for a lingering moment as you progress his gesture as if it’s the first time someone has done anything kind for you when it’s not true. People have done kind stuff for you. Yet you still can’t help but feel flustered and surprised over Choso doing it.
“Thank you,” you coo and take the glass swan from his grasp to gently cup it in your hands and admire the red-orange design that makes it look like fire is trapped inside—“it’s beautiful. I’ll cherish it forever.” You bat your lashes and meet his gaze with a beaming grin.
Choso blinks repeatedly and his cheeks grow a tint of red while his lips slowly pull to a sweet smile.
You should look away, you want to keep admiring the little swan, but you can’t rip your eyes away. You continue to hold his gaze as if you’re magnetized to him, and in that precise moment as you look into his kind and rich brown eyes, everything slows down and only you and him exist in your vast and beautiful world as a realization hits your mind and heart.
It’s a sweet and kind realization that lets you know that what you feel goes past just attraction; your face burns and your heart skips a beat for him because you…like him. You want to feel the warmth of his lips on yours, you want him to hold you intimately, and you want to make him laugh and smile in ways only you know how to.
You never thought you’d feel that burning desire again, even if Suguru said you should find someone to make you happy, you never found the urge or the need to after him, but here is Choso, and it’s such an exciting feeling. Something new and positively overwhelming that you never felt for Suguru.
Does he feel the same though?
You see his gaze linger, he keeps you company without you needing to tell him, he blushes a lot over the small things you say, and you often hear his breath hitch when you’re close to him. Plus you’re not a clueless and an inexperienced teenager anymore, you notice things even if you don’t point it out or make it obvious—And well he’s not really discreet about his feelings.
But…you know what you’ve done. You know who you are, and he’s sweet and passionate. He’s everything you like in a man, and it’s exactly why he’s not someone you deserve. So even if he gives you these sweet gifts, makes your heart sing the sweetest song, and makes you burn up with desire, you can’t encourage anything. You don’t deserve him or his big heart; he might not agree or see that detail, but you see it and you’re not worthy of him.
“Thank you once again, Choso,” you whisper and pull back.
He hums.
“I have something to tell you now,” you mutter and look back at the swan. “Something serious and private.”
You can’t encourage feelings of desire, but you still want to be his friend.
“You can’t tell anyone, okay? Promise?” You make yourself clear.
Choso swallows thickly and nods. “I won’t tell anyone.”
You nod. “Good. Good,” you murmur and continue to bite back a smile and sigh to pretend to be serious. “I…stayed up all night last night wondering where the sun went.” You hold his gaze and finish with a growing smile. “And then it dawned on me.” You snort and watch for his reaction.
Choso blinks and his eyebrows slowly begin to furrow.
“Get it?” You ask with a grin. “It dawned on me?” You snicker and can’t help but laugh at your own joke.
Choso doesn’t join in though, so you calm down and shake your head. “It’s not as funny when I have to explain the joke. So I’ll tell you another one.” You clear your throat and continue. “I tried to catch some fog the other day. I missed. Wait…” you trail off and laugh. “I said it wrong!” You push his shoulder and laugh harder. “I said it wrong! Listen, Choso.” You clear your throat again and sit up to face him and retell the joke. “I tried to catch some fog the other day. I mist.” You flash him a grin for a second before you sigh deeply. “I ruined it. Damn.”
Choso drops his head and strokes his chin, making you mindlessly smile in awe.
“Oh,” Choso interjects with a breathless scoff a few minutes later. “I get it. They’re jokes.”
You giggle and nod. “Yes. They are, but I guess I have to find the right one. Don’t worry I know tons. It’ll just take some time to find it.”
Choso hums and then his lips pull to a half smile. “I’ll look forward to it.”
You smile and nod. “Good. Now,” you draw out a deep breath. “Let’s go meet up with Itadori.”
You push yourself off your seat and Choso mirrors you. When you’re about a thirds of a way near the exit you break your silence and nudge his arm.
“I was thinking about ways to get your brothers out.”
Choso blinks and his eyes soften when he looks at you.
“Okay,” you go on as you fiddle with the glass swan. “One, we ask for help from my doctor friend. But…I am leaning away from that one because I don’t want to risk getting her in trouble, so here’s three more which all now involve knocking out the guards. Which isn’t hard, my six-year-old can do it.” You skip forward to face him as you walk back.
“We can walk into all the doors,” you continue. “Risk falling into a trap and maybe dying. Three, we can take the route I used last year and burn all the doors down with one of my techniques, which will leave the one we want. Or four, since you say you can sense your brothers, we can just use you to guide us to the right door. It’d be less messy.”
“Yes.” Choso nods. “I thought about that one too, so we can use me,” he says. “If that doesn’t work then we can use your technique.”
You smile. “Great, that sounds like a plan. Now we have to figure out when. Shoko says that things are still pretty roused up at the school,” you pause and turn to face the last stretch before you reach the exit doors. “I don’t think things will change any time soon, so,” you exhale. “Maybe we can go sometime next week. That sound good?” You ask and turn your head to make sure it’s okay.
Luckily Choso was already looking at you so you quickly find each other's gaze.
“Yes, that sounds good,” he agrees, making you smile proudly and pat his shoulder.
“Great.” You exclaim and avert your gaze to avoid looking into his eyes again.
You actually get ahead of him to exit the building and choose to immediately look up at the night sky the moment you’re outside.
“Look at that,” you muse out loud as you find joy in the rare star-littered sky casted over the city. “There’s stars out now that the city lights aren’t polluting the sky. Hm.” You hum and smile with admiration. “Nothing beats seeing the stars on a boat in the middle of the ocean. It looks like you’re lost in the stars.” You ramble and look down.
However, that was a mistake because Choso is already looking at you with a deep intensity that makes it hard for you to pull your eyes away.
You almost don’t find the strength to, you want to get lost in his eyes that seem to glimmer softly thanks to the moon's gentle hue, but you do look away and hide your flustered face.
“So,” you roll out and change the subject. “How are things with Itadori? Do you talk when you’re out hunting curses?”
“Not really,” Choso answers right away, sounding disappointed. “He’s stuck in a trance when he’s killing curses.”
You slowly look back at Choso and frown with pity. “It’s just all his emotions,” you inform him. “He’s trying to numb away the pain as he’s fighting.”
Choso nods. “It seems so…could you talk to him?” He asks, catching you by surprise. “I’m afraid I can’t offer the advice he needs to hear. Maybe you can?”
“Me?” You point at yourself.
“Yes. You’re a mother, you have students too. And you share a common loss,” he says. “Maybe you can talk to him.”
You hold his gaze for a second before you avert your eyes and think for a minute.
You don’t want to say the wrong thing to Itadori. He’s not your students or your kids, and his way of thinking is different.
But Choso is right too, you do share a common loss, and you’ve lost other people too, you can talk to him about grief. Besides, you’ve been living with him, he hardly eats, and when he’s out in the living room he’s spaced out most of the time. He’s in pain and you can say you know what he’s feeling. Plus, Choso has done so much for you. He’s so nice. And even if you don’t want to encourage your relationship to drift in a different direction, you can still help him this way and it won’t change a thing.
“All right,” you assure Choso. “I’ll talk to him. I think I have an idea. We can do it tomorrow night.”
Choso draws out a deep breath and you feel his stare on you. “Thank you,” he says softly.
You avert your gaze and nod. “No problem, Choso.”
His gaze lingers for a while longer. And when he finally looks away you look at him as if you’re addicted to him.
——
*THE NEXT DAY*
Okay, how do you say this?
Hey, come outside with me?
No, it sounds weird…so maybe “can we talk?”
Sounds a bit too serious and you don’t want to make Itadori nervous.
Hm…
You tap your chopstick on the plate and think for a moment that’s cut short.
“You okay?” Itadori breaks his silence which ends up surprising you; he hardly says a thing besides his manners.
“Oh,” you gasp softly and flicker your eyes to Choso. He looks at you and without saying a thing you speechlessly say “here I go,” and slide your eyes back to the pink-haired boy, noticing his gaze snap from Choso and you as if finding something off between the two of you.
“Itadori,” you start off by saying and put your utensils down to just throw something out. “When we’re done with dinner could you meet me outside? I want to show you something that might help.”
Itadori’s eyebrows knit together in confusion but he doesn’t probe, he nods in agreement. “Yeah, all right.”
You smile softly. “Good, and bring something that reminds you of Nanami.”
“Huh?”
You lean over. “You’ll see when we get down there...” You trail off and turn to Choso. “You too Choso, bring something that reminds you of your brothers. We can all do this.”
“Bring what?” Choso asks for him and Itadori since they both have the same question.
You shrug. “Something you see that reminds you of the people you lost. It doesn’t have to be big, it can be a picture, something small like a button, just something you look at and makes you think of them. We’ll burn it.” You let them know.
Choso averts his gaze and thinks, whilst Itadori just eats his food in silence and with sorrow.
You can’t say you have anything to offer at the moment, you do want to save it all for later, so you let the silence linger while you all eat.
Nevertheless, Choso has other plans.
“Yuji,” he catches Itadori and you off guard by speaking up. But then again you shouldn't be, he's been trying to make small talk with Itadori for so long. “Do you know, y/n has a caretaker.”
“Hey!” You exclaim and snap your eyes at him to look at him with betrayal. How come he’s picking on you? It’s so out of left field!
Then again he doesn’t talk much and you're still getting to know who’s turning out to be, so everything will probably come out surprising. Which is not a bad thing, you kind of like that he dared himself to pick on you on such a forgetful aspect of your life. It means he was listening when you talked.
“That’s not true,” you make it known.
Itadori eyes widen and he looks at you shocked as if he hasn’t gone to your house before.
“My daughter has a caretaker,” you spat and point your utensil at Choso. “I stopped having a caretaker since I was 11.”
“You had a babysitter?” Itadori asks teasingly.
You nod. “There were three,” you say and lift three fingers. “My family are the Gojo’s so my parents didn’t have time to take care of me. Belinda was my every day, one was for teaching, and the third was for…well, I don’t remember anymore, but there were three.”
“That can’t be right,” Itadori doubts you.
You chuckle. “It’s right. And if Choso had lived 150 years ago he would’ve had them too,” you taunt him right back. “You would've had your ass wiped, man. You would’ve been pampered like you’re some god because of your inherited technique.”
Choso rolls his eyes. “I would’ve hated it,” he grumbles. “And him even more.”
“Yeah sure,” you scoff. “You would’ve been clan leader eventually and matched with some pretty sorcerer woman to continue your line.”
Itadori slams his hands on the table and leans over the table to be closer to you. “Wait, that's real? Do people actually get matched together like in the movies?”
You prop your elbow on the table to rest your chin on your hand and respond. “Yeah. That’s how the big families guarantee that their family line continues to be strong. For example, the Zen’in’s wanted me to marry their son, Naoya Zen’in, but,” you huff. “My brother wouldn't allow it, and my father never agreed to it either. That’s one of the good things he did for me. If not, right now I’d be some forgotten concubine in the Zen’in clan.”
“Really?” Itadori inquiries.
You nod lazily. “Yeah. Truth is, I probably would’ve just…you know,” you chuckle coldly. “Killed myself or something if that happened though.”
“Tsk,” Choso complains about your joke.
“Naoya is the worst,” you back up your joke. “He’s an arrogant, misogynist, spoiled brat who only values himself.”
“Jeez,” Itadori whispers.
“Happens though,” you murmur and sit up. “Takes a lot of sacrifice being part of a family like that. Then again when you’re used to it it’s normal. I escaped it though so I’m good.” You smile and look at him to ask him a question you already knew but one Choso doesn’t. “What about you? You said your grandfather raised you, how was that?”
Itadori shrugs. “It was good. He was good, not like your family.”
You laugh softly.
“There was always food on the table and clothes on my back. He was a good guy,” he says.
You glance at Choso and point your eyes at Itadori, encouraging him to dive deeper so he can get to know him better.
“And,” Choso brings up slowly as he understands what you want from him. “Your grandfather…where is he?” He asks and drifts his gaze away from you to give his attention to his brother.
“Oh,” Itadori answers as he scoops up some food. “He passed not long ago. It’s just me now.”
“Oh.” Choso lets out with a hardened expression slowly painting on his face.
“You have all of us,” you quickly assure him. “And your friends. Choso. You’re not alone.”
Itadori plays with his food and mutters at his plate with a deep-set frown on his face. “But I don’t, not anymore.”
You swallow back thickly and don’t try to argue, he won’t listen, it’ll just go in one ear and out the other, so you’ll wait for the Pyre.
However, you do let him know something. “Itadori, after this whole ordeal is done, you’re always welcome in the community. If you don’t change your mind about being alone that is. Choso and his brothers are going to get settled there, you can go too.”
Itadori's eyes slowly drift to you and he looks at you with a perplexed look. “But—”
“You’ll have something to do,” you cut him off and assure him even though you know that’s not what he was going to ask. “We always need a helping hand.”
Itadori drops his gaze and nods stiffly. “All right,” he says in an unconvincing way. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” you redirect and keep your eyes on him as he plays with his food. “Now,” you slowly continue filling the silence as you sit back to face both guys better. “I need to tell you both the story of when I fell off my horse—”
Nevertheless, before you can finish, the sound of your phone ringing cuts you off. And when you check who’s calling, it’s none other than your little girl.
“I’ll meet you guys outside,” you excuse yourself as you get up with your plate. “I have to take this call.”
On your way to the kitchen, you answer your phone and right away there’s a chipper voice. “Mommy!”
“Satori?” You greet cautiously considering it’s late in Italy compared to here. “Hello. What’s up with this wonderful surprise? Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Uh,” she hums through the phone for a long while.
“Satori Geto,” you scold her and hold your phone with your shoulder to wash your dish. “It’s 2 am over there. What’s wrong?”
“Mom,” she speaks cautiously out of fear she’d get in trouble. “Mommy, I had a dream.”
“A bad dream?” You immediately try to find a solution.
“Hm, no,” she rolls out, making you sigh as you close the faucet and walk over to your room—“It was a good dream,” she whispers and yawns. “About Daddy, Nana, and Mimi! We were at the park!”
Your breath hitches and your annoyance vanishes. “Oh…what did you do in the park?”
Satori hums and when she answers she speaks with glee. “Daddy was pushing me in the swing, and my sisters were sitting beside me.”
Your eyes water and your heart breaks a little.
She still has yet to know about the twins' death. You just haven’t been able to build the strength to share it through the phone, you want to be with her when you tell her to comfort her. You don’t want to be miles away and have to hear her cry through a phone.
“You know what they say,” you hide your sadness. “Daddy came to visit. You tell him hi for me?”
“Of course,” she exclaims. “Always.”
You pull your phone away to hide a shaky breath.
“Mommy, when am I going back home? I miss you,” her voice quivers.
You press your phone back to your ear and coo. “I miss you too baby and I’m sorry but I don’t know yet.”
Satori groans. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?” She asks desperately. “Me and Tiger can help. And Uncle Satoru said "I'm a big help”, I want to help him out of prison.”
You giggle and she whines. “Don’t laugh.”
“I'm sorry, I’m sorry,” you quickly counter. “I know you’re a big help, so you know how you can help him? By making him a welcome home present. Maybe knit him a scarf,” you suggest. “You said you’re learning. Or you know, continue to look for a cute souvenir that reminds you of him. He’ll need some cheering up when he’s out and that will put a smile on his face.”
Satori groans dramatically. “Fine,” she grumbles. “But you work hard to get him out okay? Or else he’ll miss his birthday.”
You grin and assure her. “I will make sure he’s out before then. But as of now, you need to go to sleep. We’ll call in the morning like always, all right? I love you, my girl, to the moon and never back.”
Satori yawns. “I love you too mama. Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams to you too Chipmunk,” you whisper and stay on the phone until she hangs up.
Rather than going out to meet with the others, you continue sitting down for a moment as you feel nothing but guilt having to be away from your daughter for who knows how long.
She deserves so much more, you promised to give her more, but look at you now. Hiding her away from curse users with attachment issues, and hiding the fact that her older sisters are dead.
How terrible is that? How terrible are you?
You let out a deep frustrated breath as you wipe your eyes before you stand up and swipe a picture off the drawer to walk out and meet the guys in the courtyard of the apartment complex.
“Sorry,” you interject when they notice you approaching. “It took longer than expected.”
“It’s all right,” Choso quickly assures you. “Take the time you need. She’s your daughter.”
You flash him a sweet and thankful smile, making him blink repeatedly as if in shock before he offers you a very faint timid smile.
Itadori catches the interaction but thinks nothing of it until he notices Choso intently follow your figure with his eyes until you reach the small pyre in the middle. Now he might not be the smartest guy when it comes to these things, but he knows pining when he sees it. (Or when it’s obvious). And he sees that now so he can’t help but snicker to himself under his breath.
“All right,” you interject loudly and snap a spark of fire to the wood to light the small pyre with just your hands. “Tonight we’re going to do a funeral practice a sorcerer tribe from the Arctic taught Aoi, Yuki, and me a few years back.”
You step back and pull out a picture of Nanami, the twins, and you from your pocket.
“We will welcome them back to our lives by burning what reminds us of them instead of saying goodbye forever,” you speak softly and continue to admire the picture Nanami didn't want to take, but did anyway because you insisted.
“Why?” Itadori mutters.
You let out a deep breath and walk back to fall by his side. “The people of the tribe believed that the ash and the sparks from the items that float to the sky form a path to welcome our loved ones back into our lives,” you share and look at Itadori, seeing his bottom lip tremble as he crumbles a movie ticket in his hand.
“I don’t deserve it,” he confesses in a shaky voice. “I don’t. He’s dead because of me, and Kugisaki…” he trails off and plops himself on the ground to hide his face in his hands.
You steal a glance from Choso and notice his desperation to have his brother feel better, so you don’t protest against what he asked of you yesterday and sit down next to Itadori.
Instead of breaking the silence though you linger in it and watch the fire eat away at the wood logs. When the wood crackles and gives off sparks you quietly speak up.
“As you know Nanami and I had another best friend when we were in school…we were just like you and your group of friends, inseparable and always supporting each other in dark times that hunting curses brings. He was…” you smile to yourself as you recall Haibara. “Like you, a charming smile, and a way to see the good out of bad situations. He was the best of us and only wanted to be a sorcerer because he had the power to help others.”
Tears well in the corner of your eyes, but you don’t let them fall, you smile softly instead until Itadori brings up a question.
“What happened to him? Nanami never talked about him, and you never go into too much detail.”
You let out a deep sigh and bend the corner of the picture paper as you recall his tragic end. “It was supposed to be an easy mission,” you start off collected. “One we should’ve easily managed, but it turns out that they were wrong…the curse outclassed us, and at that point, my technique was heavy to use, I…I struggled for a while. We weren’t prepared for the curse, but it caught us off guard, it managed to separate us…” you falter as you grow upset and debate going on.
But you have to, Itadori needs to listen to the point you want to make.
“When I finally escaped and reached Haibara it was too late,” you fight to finish the story while you drop your eyes to your manicured nails Kirara helped you do—“I still hopelessly held onto hope as I cradled him in my arms, but he had died the moment I stepped out to help him.” You sniffle and hear Itadori’s feet shift against the ground.
“Now they’re both gone,” you murmur and look out at the pyre.
“I,” he stammers. “I'm sorry. I’m sorry you had to lose another friend because of me.” He cries.
You scoff and argue against him. “It’s not your fault, Itadori, Nanami would’ve fought you to get you to understand that, and I will too if need be.”
Itadori turns his head to look at you and is caught off guard by the sweet smile that grows on your lips.
“We never really lose the ones we love,” you retell a piece of wholehearted advice Haibara told you. Now it’s not word for word of what he said but that's not the point. “Right now It’s going to be the worst days of our lives, I mean you’ve been living them, but it’s not the end. Even if it feels like we’re drowning, it’s not the end. The people we love will be with us eternally as long we keep fighting to live and keep our hearts. Even if it’s battered and a weeping mess and you want to give up on it, we have to fight to live, when we give up is when we lose it all.”
You reach over and take Itadori’s hand. He looks over at you with his cheeks pampered with tears.
“Keep fighting Yuji Itadori and keep your heart. It’s a precious thing.”
More thick tears stream down the curve of his cheeks and this time you don’t hesitate to lean over and embrace him tightly.
“Grieving is a precious thing too, it means we’re fighting. So cry, get angry but never lose your heart.”
Itadori’s arms are stiff when they’re on you, but as you continue to hold him tightly against you, he eases into the embrace and lets himself cry quietly.
It’s not for long, he doesn’t take long to pull away either, but he lets himself grieve. That’s what you wanted, and that’s what Choso wanted too.
“Now,” you continue on. “Let’s burn our stuff. So we can get inside, it’s getting fucking cold,” you exclaim and run over to the pyre as you hold yourself to shield your body from the nipping breeze.
“Thank you,” a whisper gets carried to your ear. And when you look over you see Choso with a softened expression on his features.
“Of course,” you assure him and place your hand on his shoulder to give it a gentle and reassuring squeeze.
He breathes in at the interaction, and you make the mistake of holding his gaze with a soft look, making your desire drive your eyes to his lips and fill you with the need to close the gap. But you take back control and let his shoulder go to face the dancing flames and fall back to the grieving moment to start the ritual.
One which you all participate in; even Choso who burns a paper with his brother's names on it because he said he had nothing else. Which makes you even sadder.
Itadori burns a movie ticket for Nanami and holds onto hope for Kugisaki. All while you burn a picture of the twins, you and Nanami together. You don’t have the heart to burn anything else.
You barely have the heart to do this, it still hurts too much, but you can’t push it away. You can’t go back to denying the truth, you need to let go and accept their deaths once and for all.
After all, they’re together now, aren't they? Suguru and the twins?
And Nanami can finally know peace. It’s all he wanted.
So it is okay, it’s going to be okay and eventually your agony will dull.
You keep telling yourself that as you stand in the calming silence and watch your items burn turn to ash and sparks that float up to the dark sky.
Eventually, the flames begin to die out and your mind falls silent. It’s all so quiet. And when the last spark dies out, the silence is deafening, but it’s peaceful, so you choose to bring some light to the dark space as everyone remains here.
“I need to confess something. Nanami would’ve wanted me to,” you whisper and scratch the back of your head to pretend to be serious. “I used to be…addicted to soap.”
“Hm?” Itadori immediately probes
“But,” you continue and let a smile start tugging on your lips. “I’m clean now.”
You look at the guys at your sides and see them both looking at you with questioning looks while you snort and break into a chuckle.
“Oh, I see,” Choso whispers and scoffs softly before his lips break on a smile that then leads to a rumbling chuckle.
You don’t know if he truly got it, but you don’t question him, you laugh harder along with him while your heart does flips out of pure joy that you got to finally make him laugh.
Now all that is left is Itadori.
And much to your surprise, he begins to snicker before he lets himself get lost in the moment too. Either out of genuine humor, or the high of the moment, but he laughs. And after a while, you all seem to forget why you’re laughing, you just get drunk in the moment.
Up to the point, your phone ringing interrupts the moment.
“Ah,” you gasp for air as you calm down. “I’m going to take this.”
You walk off and when you check who’s calling you smile and quickly answer. “Master!”
“Gojo, how are you doing?” She greets you.
You shrug. “I’m…good.” You share slowly. “You tired of hiding yet?”
Yuki groans. “Yes, but I suppose studying Maki Zen’in makes up for it.”
You hum and come to a stop by the back door. “So,” you press, knowing this isn’t just a simple call to catch up. “What’s up?”
Silence comes through for a moment before she sighs and answers with a lighthearted tone. “I have some good news.”
You gasp dramatically. “You killed Noritoshi Kamo and I can go back home with my daughter and brother?” You sass her.
Yuki chuckles. “Not exactly. Are you alone?”
You peer back and see that the guys are keeping their distance, but you still walk inside to talk nonetheless. “I am now…what’s wrong Yuki?”
Said woman lets out a deep breath and at that moment you have a feeling it isn’t anything good.
“We’ve come up with a plan that involves you working with…Yuta Okkotsu…”
Her words drown out and you feel your heart pang at the simple utter of his name.
“Okkotsu?” You cut her off coldly. “The man who killed my husband? You want me to work with him.”
“He didn’t kill Geto,” Yuki argues in his defense. “Your brother did. You know that.”
You shake your head. “Perhaps, but Satoru had to after Okkotsu wounded Suguru to the point of no return. He’s the reason why Suguru is dead, Yuki. He’s the reason why…” you trail off and huff out angrily. “I won’t work with him.”
“Y/N,” Yuki presses harshly. “Stop being a selfish brat. This goes beyond you and your grudge. This can lead to a way to help Yuji Itadori and Satoru Gojo. Do you understand? This isn’t about you. This is about our society, our livelihood. The lives of the students you love, of the child you have, and the family you cherish. I know it isn’t something you want, but it’s something you have to do.”
She’s…right. Even if it hurts to admit, she’s completely right.
“What do you have in mind?” You grumble and basically hear her smile.
“Thatta girl. Well,” she sighs. “It’s a secret mission to kill Yuji Itadori.”
Your face falls and you quickly spat back. “You’re insane. Being stuck in one place has made you insane. I’m not—I made a promise that I don’t intend to break. He’s a kid too who deserves—”
“Okkotsu won’t really kill him,” she cuts you off. “He’ll bring him close to death and revive him at that exact moment. It’s an easy and quick mission and all I need from you is you to lead Itadori to the trap.”
You shake your head and pull out a cigarette to slide it in between your lips. “Yeah, remember the brother I told you about? He doesn’t leave his side, and the only time he does is when he’s with me—”
“Doing what?” Yuki teases, making you scrunch your nose in disgust at her behavior.
“When we're talking, when we’re hanging out,” you explain yourself, but she laughs nonetheless.
“Ah, I see. I do. And it’s okay. It’s been too long for you, you’re drying—”
“I’ll burn you,” you blurt with annoyance. “Shut up. It’s…hm. We’re friends, so focus. How do I get rid of the brother?”
Yuki hums. “You don’t have to, Okkotsu can handle him as long as you let him. All that needs to happen is you leading him to the right spot to let Okkotsu work.”
You give your back to the door and light the cigarette in between your lips. “They’ll expect me to fight with them, I can’t just let them think that I’m betraying them,” you bring up and draw in a puff.
“That’s where Miguel comes in,” Yuki says, making you feign a laugh and shake your head.
“I’m not talking to Miguel,” you sneer. “He lied to me. They both did. For months they kept Noritoshi a secret. And it’s not that I'm angry about that, I’m angry because they didn’t tell me. They didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”
“Y/n,” Yuki sighs. “You know that’s not it.”
You drag in a deep puff and let all the smoke come out first before you comment on the matter. “It doesn’t matter. They still didn’t tell me. They thought they were doing the right thing but ended up making the wrong choice.”
“Well,” Yuki mutters. “Suck it up. He’ll pull you away and you’ll follow him alone. Can your boys let that happen?”
You hesitate to answer even if the answer is obvious. “Yes,” you whisper and drop your head. “So when does it all go down?”
“The ninth,” she reveals. “Just live a normal day, don’t bring up any suspicion. And in the evening when it’s time, Okkotsu or Miguel will text you.”
You scratch your forehead with your cigarette in between your manicured fingers and sigh with frustration. “All right, but I better be closer to getting my brother back after this.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan too,” she assures you. “I promise we’ll get him out.”
You nod and stick the cigarette back in between your lips. “All right, master, I understand what needs to be done.”
Yuki hums gleefully. “Good girl. I swear it’ll all be worth it okay?”
“Mh-hm.”
“Don’t try to kill Okkotsu, okay? Chin up, and tough it out like I taught you.”
You muster a soft smile and nod. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Put that damn cigarette out,” she scolds you without even needing to see you committing the act.
“Eh,” you groan.
“Goodnight, I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says.
“Goodbye, and I’ll look forward to it,” you redirect.
Yuki scoffs softly. “You better.”
You share a soft laugh and proceed to hang up the phone first. Once you’re surrounded by the silence of the hall you avoid looking out the door and grumble to yourself out of frustration, “damn it.”
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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*
“Okay now it’s your turn, I can’t be the only one talking,” you tell Choso as you stop in the vegetable section to look at some cabbages. “The question doesn’t have to be too thought out. Something…” you trail off and peer back. “Simple.”
You return your gaze to the cabbages and pick up one to study its quality. Once you’re sure it’s good, you bag the cabbage and turn to place it in the cart, noticing that Choso is still thinking hard. But rather than filling the silence while his head tries to come up with something, you grab the edge of the cart and continue forward until you remember something and turn around sharply.
“Sorry I need something from the front before I forget it,” you throw out hurryingly.
Choso doesn’t complain and continues to push the cart as he continues on thinking as if it’s some damn test.
“Just say a question man,” you hurry him up.
However, you reach the aisles by the checkout stations and he still doesn’t think of something.
“Ahh,” you fawn over what you find. “Momiji Manju!” You show off to Choso excitedly. “The only reason I like the fall is for these. Which is why I’m getting all three flavors.” You throw multiple packages in the cart and Choso finally interjects.
“I have one…”
“About time,” you mumble and grab the cart to guide him away.
“Uh…what’s your favorite color?” He asks.
You look at him with an excited smile and compliment his simple question. “That’s a good one. And mine will have to be brown,” you reveal and look at the target you’re driving him to. “But like a rich brown. The kind of brown when it’s hit by the sun. That brown. It's like it’s holding the sun,” you muse and look back at him with a soft smile.
Choso hums, and you point your chin at him. “What about you?” You redirect.
Choso shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t have one.”
You laugh softly. “Just say the first one that comes to mind. I know you have one.”
Choso averts his gaze and sighs deeply before he parts his lips and blurts. “Red.”
You hum and walk back to be at his side. “You know,” you add smugly. “That you can tell a lot about someone by their favorite color?”
Choso’s eyebrows furrow slightly.
“Red,” you continue. “It means that you’re passionate, fierce, impulsive, and powerful. Which,” you point at him. “All fits with you.”
Choso’s cheeks grow red and his chest rises as he holds your gaze.
“And brown,” you add. “Well, I can’t say because it’d be biased.” You chuckle and snap your attention to the sunglasses rack to skip over there and take two to put one on you, and then return to Choso.
“Look at me,” you order, and he listens right away, letting you easily slide on the sunglasses over his eyes. “Wow,” you beam. “Look at us. I think this deserves a picture.”
You pull your phone out and quickly press the camera app before you throw your arm around his shoulders and press your cheek against his to snap a picture of him and you.
After you take a couple you check on them and press on the one you like the most.
“Cute,” you show off with a happy smile.
The corner of Choso’s lips tug to a faint smile but you don’t linger on his sweet gesture because your heart is already over the moon and you’ve been doing a terrible job to discourage your heart and mind from swooning any further.
“Hey, uh,” you bring up nervously and turn the cart to head back to the aisles. “What did Itadori want again?”
Paper crinkles before Choso answers. “Chips, and instant noodles.”
You hum, “well we’ll get his noodles right now and his chips when we’re on our way to pay. Do you want anything? I’ve noticed you like snacking on peanuts, we can get them.”
“Uh…no,” he says bashfully. “It’s all right.”
You slow down as you roll in an aisle and pick up some chicken. “How about meatballs tonight, hm?” You ask.
“Yeah sure,” he answers nonchalantly so you get discouraged and put the chicken back to instead continue moving forward, leaving Choso puzzled.
“I don’t understand,” he mutters.
“Yeah sure,” you mock him. “It’s okay if you don’t want some. We can make something else,” you argue and he’s only more confused.
“I said yes,” he counters.
“But not with much enthusiasm, it’s like when you ask me if I want to play chess,” you bring up. “And I say “I suppose,” so you double check with me until I say “yes”. Do you understand now?”
Choso sighs and nods. “Yes.”
“We can make something else, sushi maybe, or rice balls, stir fry?” You suggest.
“Meatballs are fine,” he says, making you peer back to tease him.
“How hard was that?”
Choso draws out a deep breath and groans quietly, making you snicker.
Alas, your amusement falls when your phone buzzes and you see Miguel sent you a message.
Miguel: Be out by 6. I’ll send a general location, and the street I’ll be on so we can go off and talk.
A frown forms on your lips and no matter how much you want to deny him or leave him on seen you answer, dryly.
You: ok
“Are you…all right?” Choso catches you off guard.
You put your phone away and look at him with a feigned assuring smile. “Yeah, just messages from people at home. That’s all.” You lie, and he studies your face hard, but ultimately catches nothing so he doesn’t probe.
“We can go out hunting for curses before dinner, that way we have more of an appetite,” you try to make an excuse for your plan.
“Yes that’s fine, I don’t mind,” he falls for it with ease, which makes you feel bad because you can’t tell him what’s going on even if as if late you’ve found that you don’t hide much from him, and he doesn’t have anything to hide so he’s always honest with you. And how are you repaying that now?
By not being honest about this.
And you know it’s not some big important secret that will make anyone upset, but you still feel bad that he’s out of the loop over plans centered around his own brother.
“Itadori and Noritoshi mentioned you’re popular,” Choso brings up hesitantly. “Are you sure you won’t be spotted by your family?”
You shake your head with a small smile painted on your features and ignore how your heart just gushed by his concern. “Nah, we’ll be out of the store and on our way home if they do see anything anyway…what else did Noritoshi say about me?” You can’t help but query.
Choso stays quiet for a moment before he shares with rising anger detectable in his usual nonchalant tone. “He didn’t share much. My theory is that he did that on purpose so we could believe his role as your husband Suguru Geto.”
You drop your head and confess above a whisper. “Yeah, and his mistake was that Suguru would never bring up the idea to hurt me.”
“Well he was surrounded by the disaster curses that only knew the things that would come out of his mouth,” he grumbles. “He manipulated all of us.”
You glance over at him and see that he has his fists clenched and his face scrunched with anger.
“Fathers really are the worst,” you try to comfort him by relating to him whilst you take the sunglasses off and fiddle with them.
“Yes…they are,” Choso quietly agrees, causing you to lift your head to look at him.
And the moment your eyes land on him and you see him still wearing the sunglasses, you can’t help but grin at him as you find him adorable and hot.
Choso doesn’t notice your obvious admiring stare and the only reason you expose yourself is by grabbing his wrist. “Cho,” you pull his attention to you so you can capture a picture of him.
“Look at that you’re photogenic,” you point out and show him the off-guard photo that makes him blush and look away.
You smirk even if you shouldn’t be so proud and giddy. “Just a couple more things and we can head out,” you let him know.
Nevertheless, after doing what you said, the moment you get back to the apartment complex you both come to an empty house and a note in the kitchen left by Itadori
“You guys took too long. I headed out to hunt curses. -Yuji.”
Damn, damn.
“We could get start dinner—”
“No,” you cut Choso off and rush towards your room to change into better shoes since that’s all the time you have to spare, you keep on your light long-sleeved two-piece set—“Let’s go find him first.”
He better not be far or else this could end up ruining the damn plan.
You to Miguel: Sudden change of plans, heading out now, I’ll send my location soon. Be on standby.
Once you’re outside you depend on Choso to use his technique to lead you to Itadori without trying to be too pushy or suspicious.
However, perhaps you aren’t good at masking your emotions, or Choso got good at reading you after living with you in a small apartment for 9 days. “Is everything alright?” He asks.
You turn your phone off after sending Miguel your location and nod eagerly. “Yeah, yeah. Why the concern?” You ask with a narrowed and questioning gaze.
Choso’s eyes study your gaze before he responds. “Every time you check your mobile device you seem to grow upset.”
His attention to detail catches you off guard, and it makes you want to share the plan with him, but it’s so close to being over so you tough it out.
“Just my family trying to talk to me,” you share a partial truth. “I still don’t feel like talking to them, but they’re pushy, and it’s pissing me off. That’s all.”
Choso holds your gaze and nods with hesitation. “Oh…okay.”
You hum and quickly focus your attention ahead. “We’re coming close to a tunnel. Is he close?”
“Yes, very close,” he says and picks up his pace to turn the corner and walk down to the tunnel, letting you pull your phone back out to update Miguel.
You: Approaching the tunnel.
You hit send as you turn the corner, and keep your attention on the phone to wait for a reply.
Miguel: I’m on my way. Be there in five.
You sigh deeply and put your phone away to refocus on the matter ahead, seeing now that there’s large monster-like curses in the tunnel and Itadori is getting chased by them.
“Choso!” Itadori yells out.
You run over and get ready to help, but just as you lift a finger Choso claps his hands together and mutters a cursed technique. “piercing blood.”
In the blink of an eye, blood shoots out of Choso’s hands, and impales multiple curses right through the head, managing to exorcize all but one with ease.
So with the desire to help, you break into a sprint. And just as you’re about to reach Choso’s side you slide forward as you summon wind.
“Lashing wind,” you mutter your technique maliciously and lash a gust of wind out towards a red four-legged curse that exorcizes them.
“Yuji,” Choso calls out.
However, before he can finish what he wanted to say a curse with wings catches you all off guard.
Alas, just as Choso and you get ready to fight it, Itadori sprints over at an impressive speed and rams his fist through the curse, sending it back against a cement wall and spilling blood with his punch alone. He doesn’t even need to swing another time, the curse dies and turns to nothing but smoke, leaving you impressed. Even after seeing him do the same moves for the past 9 days.
“As impressive as ever little brother,” Choso interjects as he walks over to him.
“Are you still calling me that?” Itadori counters.
You walk towards them slowly as you wait for Miguel to show up.
“I’ll keep calling you that, over and over,” Choso tells him seriously. “Try to recollect, after all, your father had stitches on his forehead didn’t he?”
Before Itadori can answer, your name is called out, “Y/N!”
You look back with dread and meet Miguel’s gaze just a few feet away.
“Damn,” you mumble and look at Choso and Itadori while you start walking towards Miguel. “I’ll be right back, all right?”
Choso steps forward and looks at you with a hardened concerned look. “Do you want us to come with you?”
You shake your head. “No, I’ll catch up with you two. I won’t take long.”
Choso seems hesitant and cautious as he glances over at Miguel, but he doesn’t argue.
“All right,” he mutters. “If you need help, let us know.”
You can’t help but smile faintly. “I will,” you assure him. “But I’ll be okay. He’s family.”
You face Miguel as you get closer to him, but feel the need to look back so you do so and catch Itadori and Choso watching you retreat.
Which makes you feel bad for what’s about to happen, but it’s for the greater good, so you suck it up and follow the plan.
“Okkotsu?” You ask Miguel when you’re by his side.
“He’ll be here,” he says. “He’s close by.”
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A/N- Choso and Mc try not to make it obvious that you guys are pining over each other challenge—IMPOSSIBLE—Also Naoya interaction next chapter 🤔
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Oooh oooh I have one!
Can you please do a one-shot smut for Zhongli x Reader (They/Them if it's alright with you) in an Office AU where they do it during their lunch break? Bonus if Itto accidentally stumbles upon them afterwards because it would be absolutely hilarious.
Only if you feel like it because I know life is exhausting. Please take care of yourself. ^3^
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This was written in a rush because I have things going on. No pronouns were used, but ik this anon irl (they’re just shy to reveal their face), so that is the only reason I’m doing an afab with gn pronouns for this. For anyone else though, please keep in mind that:
I do NOT write for male readers in any shape or form.
ALL not sfw works will ALWAYS be written with a FEMALE reader in mind.
Thank you for reading the above and please keep those rules in mind when requesting. You’d be surprised at the amount of requests I get which breaks nearly all rules in just one go. I am happy you send them in, but please read my rules beforehand. Thank you.
Zhongli x afab! Reader
No pronouns were used, but the body is that of a female autotomy.
Not-sfw warnings: office intercourse, unprotected intercourse, being walked in on.
Blog contains dark content/dead dove don’t eat. Dni if you are uncomfortable with said content.
Minors/blank blogs dni or you’ll be blocked.
I hope you enjoy this!
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Lunch break was to end in thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes to eat, as you should, unpacking your lunch in the small cafeteria instead of being pressed against the wall, losing your breath as Zhongli kisses you. It was gentle, innocent at first, a simple peck. And it was supposed to remain at that, not develop into something deeper, breathless, his tongue swiping over your teeth as you cling onto the outer jacket of his suit. You made no protest when he gently backed you into the wall.
Distantly, you can hear the chatter of people passing by the door, and while you should be worried about someone opening the door and seeing the scene before them, the moment his lips travel to your neck, pressing against your sweet spot. You could no longer think straight. So, you let him suck lightly, enough to feel the suction that draws a hushed whimper from your kiss-swollen lips, but soft enough to not leave any type of physical evidence.
With the last remaining braincell containing commonsense, you quietly thank him for making sure to close the door.
It doesn’t take long for your pencil skirt to be bundled up at your waist, panties pushed aside. His own pants were unzipped, cock out, and with enough prep, he slid in oh so painfully good. As always, it stung a bit, felt heavy even, whispering for him to remain still lest he hurt you. He does as you say.
“You’re… you’re never like this at work. What’s gotten into you?” You breathe out, muscles relax as the second’s pass. Looking behind him, you spot the clock on the opposite wall. You now have fifteen minutes.
“Mm, I should have waited. We could have taken our time, then,” voice as smooth as ever, Zhongli kisses your lower jaw, trailing his lips until it reaches the pulse of your neck. And then he travels lower until he’s at the juncture and nibbles it. “But… I just couldn’t resist you today, it seems. I apologize for acting out of character, but even I have moments of weakness.”
“At work of all places?” you giggle out, only for it to melt into a moan, Zhongli slowly pulling out before gently thrusting back into your very welcoming cunt. “Mm, we only have fifteen minutes… I’m not sure if we can finish on time – “
When his thrusts become harsher, more passionate, you find yourself breathless, unable to think straight, and for a moment, you really do think that you’re about to suffocate. Apparently, your brain decided that focusing on mind-melting pressure was more important than taking in gulps of air. Another thrust has your fingers digging into his shoulders, letting one of his hands hold up your leg for better access.
Even though it aches, you remain silent on the matter, eyes shutting tight as you let the pleasure overtake you. However, part of your mind is still there, and thus, you bite your lower lip, suppressing any sinful noises that may leak through the walls and doors.
But you couldn’t do anything about the skin slapping against skin, but to keep the pace as slow as possible, trying to build up to your climax.
Ah, but before you could even reach the pleasurable buildup, lower belly tightening and clit throbbing, the door opens.
“Oh, hey, have you seen –,”
The door slams closed immediately afterwards.
It wasn’t until the next day where you saw Itto, his face red and awkward around the two of you. And it wasn’t until later that you found out he left his phone behind in the office, and that at first, it was going to be Shinobu who was going to look for it.
Perhaps this was a sign to never do such a thing in the office ever again.
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Sorry if this is a little overly specific but if you are okay with it, would you mind writing about after Gideon leaves, Spencer blames himself for it and the blame gradually spirals into a restriction eating disorder because he feels like he needs to better himself in any way possible. Eventually though, it becomes pretty noticeable that something is wrong as he hasn't gone out for drinks with the team in a few months and so they have an intervention with him about it.
tw: disordered eating
It starts slowly.
Gideon leaves, and Spencer is overwhelmed with guilt, certain that Gideon left because of something he did. Of course, the trauma of losing Sarah was also a factor, and Spencer knows that, believes it, but he still thinks if he had been better, if he had reached out to Gideon, if he had done something, Gideon would still be here.
At first it’s just breakfast.
He realizes that when he wakes up he has no appetite, and so instead of forcing down a bowl of oatmeal, he just…doesn’t eat. Later, when he does start to get hungry, he just deals with it. Maybe he deserves to be hungry. Maybe it’ll help him focus more. Maybe his lack of focus is why Gideon left.
It gets worse.
Spencer doesn’t stop eating entirely, but he stops eating in front of other people. He can’t bear the thought of him gorging himself when he’s the reason the team is down a member. He feels disgusting when he eats, grotesque. The whole process of putting food into his mouth and then chewing it up and swallowing makes him shudder.
He eats in secret, at his apartment where no one can see him, but even there, it all feels wrong. The sensations are just as bad. Somewhere deep in his brain he knows what he’s doing isn’t okay, and he does his best to nibble on nuts and fruits when he can, but it’s so, so hard.
He’s at the office one evening when JJ invites him out with the rest of the team for dinner and drinks. A hundred thousand thoughts run through his mind all at once. I can’t eat in front of them. I can’t be in front of them at all. They’re going to judge me. They’re going to hate me. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I cant…
“Sorry,” he says. “Believe it or not, I’ve got other plans.”
That’s the first time he declines an invitation from his friends—his family—but it’s not the last. Over the next few months he continues to say no when they invite him out, and he continues to eat only at home, now convinced that if he could just be better, more disciplined, no one else will leave him. This is the only way to keep his friends close.
He doesn’t even realize that he’s pushing them away.
Spencer is at his desk getting ready to head home when Emily comes to tell him they’re needed in the conference room.
“Do we have a case?” Spencer asks, surprised and yet also not surprised at all.
“I guess we’ll see when we get there,” Emily shrugs, and they walk together, Emily’s hand hovering over Spencer’s back.
Once everyone is gathered at the table, Hotch clears his throat.
“Spencer,” he says. “We’re here because we’re worried about you.”
Spencer blinks and frowns. “Why?”
“You never want to go out with us anymore,” says Penelope. “And you—”
“You’re so skinny, pretty boy,” Morgan says, his voice dripping with concern. “More than usual. You… you look sick.”
“I’m fine,” Spencer says quickly. “Please, I— Don’t worry— Please, I’m fine.”
Even he can hear that he doesn’t sound fine.
“No one’s seen you eat in months,” Hotch points out gently. “Look at you, you’re shaking right now.”
Spencer glances down to see that his hands are trembling. He’s gotten so used to it, he didn’t even notice.
“It’s nothing,” he tries again. “I’ve been a little sick. I’m feeling better now. It’s fine.”
“Spence,” JJ begs. “Please tell us what’s going on.”
Spencer puts his head in his hands so he can’t see anyone. He sits perfectly still for a long time before he finally swallows back a sob and takes a deep breath.
“It started when Gideon left,” he murmurs. “I just… I just want to be better.”
“And better means you can’t eat?” JJ asks softly.
“Eating is hard.”
“Why do you want to be better?” Emily asks.
“So no one else leaves…”
Spencer leans forward until his head is on the table, and after a moment, he feels a hand press gently onto his back. A moment later he feels another, and another, until the whole team is standing behind him, touching him. They know he doesn’t like group hugs, so this is their compromise, their way of showing that they’re here for him.
For the first time in months, Spencer lets them in.
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Y’all don’t even understand, I have a NEED for transfem Vader.
Transfem Anakin is also very fun and I’ll always enjoy it, but it hits different post-Mustafar.
It hits different when it’s an Anakin who expressed their gender in subtle but affirming ways, who would get the prettiest clothes from their fashionista wife, who loved their pretty long hair and enjoyed caring for it, who had a soft and lilting voice, is trapped in a hypermasculine suit, stripped of their human appearance, and given a very deep and booming mechanical voice.
It hits different when she doesn’t bother to express her gender anymore, when everyone around them either perceives them as a man or a droid, when Palpatine rubs her new agonizing existence in their face. Because Palpatine had always encouraged Anakin to express themself however they wanted (he may be a pos but he was a pos with a goal) and would sometimes gift them jewelry/accessories. And he still does this, but he exclusively gifts them hyperfeminine accessories that they no longer feel comfortable wearing or keeping, even if they could. He uses her identity against her constantly and they just numbed themself further to the point of apathy in the hopes that he drops it.
They hate looking at themself in general, but they especially hate looking at themself without the suit. All the euphoric aspects of herself that she loved were either twisted or gone. The hair, the tan, the voice, the lean yet strong musculature (decades of carrying around hundreds of pounds of extra weight really bulked them up), hell, even their eyes.
There was one time when she decided to put on the rose gold heart necklace Palpatine gifted her after a successful mission. They put it on when out of the suit, and it made them a little happy before their self hatred came back ten fold and they never did that again.
While Anakin was fairly subtle about their gender expression, they were still openly trans, so Obi-Wan knew (although they were only comfortable sharing her use of she/her pronouns with Padme. Everyone else just knew they used they/them. Palpatine knew about her use of she/her bc he’s a pos who invaded her privacy constantly).
Owen and Beru were vaguely aware that she was trans (Obi-Wan did correct their pronoun use) but not necessarily enough to really explain it well to Luke beyond “your father was trans and used they/them pronouns, idk the specifics”. So Luke knew the basics, but it never went beyond that. He’d alternate between parent and father, but tended to default to father if only because he wasn’t told about Anakin’s gender identity until he was in his teens. (There was no particular reason for this, they just generally didn’t talk about Anakin. It’s not like anyone in Luke’s daily life knew them. And the Lars’s use of “they” went unnoticed by Luke until much later)
So when Obi-Wan told Luke about Anakin, Luke was able to ask someone who knew them more about them. As Obi-Wan didn’t have the full picture, Luke only really learned a few more details, and he was initially more interested in her life as a Jedi than anything else, really. Can’t really blame him there, he was under the impression that he’d have more time to learn about Anakin from a primary source and who cares about gender when you can have a lightsaber!
Anyway, my mind keeps going to a Vader lives au where Luke and Anakin grow closer, Luke helps Anakin ditch the suit, and as Anakin grows used to being out of it, they end up growing angsty. Luke already told Anakin he’s aware of their trans identity, but Anakin hasn’t shared everything. They aren’t comfortable going by she/her anymore (not yet) and as they slowly get healthier (the sun livening up their skin, their prosthetics replaced with better models, surgeries allowing for more independent breathing, therapy) the more upset they get about their hair not growing back.
They’re more so upset that they’re upset. After everything, they’re losing their cool about being bald?! But the visible progress got their hopes up, they’re relationship with Luke got them to start expressing themself more, and their hair was one of their most favorite things about themself. It starts getting to them and they begin to perceive it as a punishment. Of course they shouldn’t get to grow their hair back, they were Darth MF Vader for over 2 decades! Why should they have hair?!
Luke notices their distress and doesn’t know what to do (he tried asking them but Anakin isn’t there yet, they aren’t ready to tell him). He dreams, and Padme comes to him in those dreams to communicate the problem. Well, not everything, just that they are distressed about their hair refusing to grow back. Or maybe instead of that, Luke manages to unlock this information from Anakin’s tragic backstory. This option takes much longer.
Anyway, unsure of how to solve this, he goes to Leia as she’s the resident hair expert. She and Anakin aren’t close, she tolerates their existence and they mourn what could have been. They don’t speak to each other more than necessary. Regardless, Leia is a compassionate person and she can see the toll it takes on Luke and Anakin. She feels nothing positive towards Anakin, but her disdain won’t interfere with her morals so she helps.
She suggests Luke buy them a wig, so they enlist the help of R2 (they know R2 was once close to Anakin) and get Anakin a very high quality wig that they can style however they want. Anakin doesn’t know what to do. At first they refuse it (punishment, remember?) but Luke manages to eventually convince them to at least try it on. He guilts them by using his concern for their well-being.
The wig breaks something in them, the last trace of the walls they built over 2 decades come crashing down. They feel a wave of euphoria and despair, glee and misery, gratitude and guilt. They’re feeling all over the place but they can’t stop staring at their reflection. It’s so obviously different than it was when they were 22, yet it was one of the best things they’d ever seen. They felt like they had themself back, standing there wearing the beautiful wig, their children further back watching them, nothing but support on their faces.
Anakin retreats for a bit after that. They make sure to tell Luke they’re okay, they just need some alone time. Once they re-emerge, Anakin is finally able to tell Luke she also uses she/her pronouns and identifies as transfem. Luke supports her 100% and is aggressively supportive when she gradually starts wearing more feminine clothing out and about (he’s aggressively supportive of her presence among the rebels regardless, but this is different). It’s not that he’s worried people will be transphobic towards them, exactly, but he’s hyper aware of how people see Anakin and doesn’t want to see her stop being herself because she perceived something as a slight against her (and, alternatively, he doesn’t want her to scare/threaten people when their current status amongst the rebels/new republic is so fragile).
I don’t know what it is but transfem Vader/Anakin just hits different from transmasc and I need it.
#anakin skywalker#darth vader#trans anakin skywalker#transfem anakin skywalker#trans vader#transfem vader#star wars#this kinda got away from me lol#anyway i just love the thought of transfem post-mustafar/po-vader anakin#idk#look im cis so feel free to tell me if any of this is transphobic#i don’t think it is but i could be wrong lmk#i lowkey basing some stuff off a friend#who is transfem but didn’t start to transition til they were 25ish#and who only wants to start using she/her as they go further along their transition#like anakin was 22/23 when they got vaderified#that’s really young. they didn’t need to have a completely solid grasp of their gender yet#i just want the angst of a vader who spots a pretty dress they can’t wear and kills someone in frustration#and for that angst to be healed with post-vader anakin finally getting that dress and living freely#twirling that dress skirt around#injuries and all#44/45 and finally free#idk im just in love with the image that exists in my head#hasan’t
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Writing WIP
I've never done this before but thanks for the tag @tanaleth
Idk who to tag but anyone can feel free to join in ^-^
I happened to have this Wrightdot fic WIP that’s just been collecting dust for more than a year, so I might as well use this as an opportunity to share what I have so far c:
Major spoilers for aa3, minor spoilers for aa4, aa5, and aa6.
For context, this takes place after aa6.
Diego Armando is a man who had far from an ordinary life. From being poisoned in a courthouse cafeteria, to being comatose, to waking up alone, to taking a life of another person, then to rotting in jail… alone. But his life didn’t end there — no, far from it. His sentence was lessened down to 10 years due to his circumstances. But that’s not to say it wasn’t a long time, it’s still a whole decade out of his life after all. Five years in a coma and ten years in prison, a third of his life just… gone.
He was a broken shell of the man he used to be — he still is to be honest — but there was one man who saved him, a certain spiky headed idiot, who goes by the name of Phoenix Wright. He’s the one who put him in prison in the first place, but that didn’t matter to him. Phoenix saved him from further descending into madness, into Hell. Even though he still killed a person, he deserved to be saved. He had to be saved from the vengeful persona that was ‘Godot’, because he wasn’t the man that he truly was — Godot was an inner demon that was slowly but surely taking over his mind and body, something that Mia would’ve hated to see.
Once his prison sentence was finally over, he actually had someone waiting for him… several people in fact. More than he ever had in his life. Some people he recognised and others he had never even seen before. Of course, there was Phoenix, Maya and Pearl… but who was the little magician, the horn headed boy and the futuristic space girl? Turns out, they were Phoenix’s subordinates and family. It was strange to be welcomed back with open arms. He never thought he would have anyone waiting for him ever again, especially not after that unforgettable crime he’d committed.
He eventually settled into the Wright Anything Agency as an assistant — and with Phoenix and Edgeworth pulling a few strings, he was actually allowed to be a prosecutor again. If Blackquill was allowed to prosecute while serving his sentence, so could he. Phoenix even let Diego live in the same house with him, because he had nowhere else to go.
After months of taking cases, Diego was slowly getting his swing back. He often took cases against his colleagues — including Phoenix himself. Diego was so good at handling cases that he even gave Phoenix a hard time, he was a tough guy to beat. Even though they’re not enemies anymore, Diego still loved making Phoenix fall apart like a house of cards — but not in a vengeful way, more like in a playful way. He was happy that he still had that fire in him and could still embarrass Phoenix in a tease.
His new life wasn’t 100% perfect though, he still has his drawbacks. His health was far from stable. He still relies on his visor for vision of course. Not only that, but he needs to take a concerning amount of medicine every day. Medicine such as blood pressure control, cardiac pills, pain relief, antidepressants, and anti hallucination pills — his hallucinations worsened during his time in prison. Only Phoenix knows about the amount of medicine he needs to take, and it does concern him quite a bit. Diego doesn’t want anybody else to know about it so Phoenix promised to keep quiet. Maya and Pearl already know about his broken down body because of the poisoning incident and why he had to wear a mask, but they didn’t know the extent of how bad his health actually was — especially not his hallucination problems.
He also has a lot of trouble remembering things sometimes. Like random memory lapses that just hit him out of nowhere. Most of the time they aren’t too bad, like sometimes he just loses his train of thought. But other times he forgets too much. Trucy witnesses this at home every now and then. She notices Diego stressing out, forgetting where he puts things, and even forgetting things that happened five minutes prior. Sometimes Trucy would ask her dad about it. “What’s wrong with him? Is he okay?” She would ask, but Phoenix could only respond with “We all have days like these, it happens…” then later he said “It’s a long story…” Trucy was just left confused and a little worried, but she decided not to question it further.
While living with Phoenix and his daughter, Diego felt like he was part of a new family. It felt like he belonged somewhere. When he first found out that Phoenix had a daughter, he couldn’t believe it. He was so shocked. People younger than himself were already moving on with life much faster than he was. Everyone else was moving forward while he was just frozen in time. He was like a human artefact, for everyone to gawk at. It made him feel much more inferior to everyone else.
But even so, Trucy treated Diego as if he were her other dad, she even started calling him Papa. This wasn’t a position that he thought he would ever experience, but he greatly appreciated it nonetheless. Trucy loves showing Diego her magic tricks. He was genuinely entertained each time he watched, although he was very confused and concerned when she first showed him her magic panties — he wondered if Phoenix raised her right.
Eventually, one day, during a trial… a scary and unforgettable event took place. Phoenix and Diego were working on a case against each other. Diego had the upper hand on this case as usual, he was making compelling arguments and had hard evidence… but something unexpected happened while he was in the middle of explaining something.
The judge banged his gavel. “Prosecutor Armando, please explain to the court the significance of this evidence.”
“The footprints left at the crime scene only belonged to the defendant and the victim. There were no other traces found at the-” Suddenly Diego went completely out of it and lost his train of thought. He stared blankly at his desk for a solid minute until someone snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Prosecutor Armando? Your evidence?” The Judge asked with a confused expression on his face.
Phoenix looked across at him and immediately knew that something was wrong. Diego was clearly becoming more and more stressed. “Your Honour! I humbly request for a recess! Just for ten minutes. I think… he needs a quick break.”
The Judge nodded. “Very well. The court will now take a ten minute recess.” He banged his gavel.
Diego sat in the prosecutor’s lobby, still clearly out of it. Phoenix and Trucy decided to check up on him while they had the time. Phoenix sat next to him on the sofa. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked, holding his hand.
Diego was rapidly losing his memory. He was so confused when Phoenix sat so close to him. In his head he thought “Why… why is he sitting so close to me?” Then when he suddenly felt Phoenix’s hand on his own, he flinched and hissed at him aggressively. “Don’t fucking touch me, Trite!”
Phoenix gasped at his sudden bitter remark. He covered Trucy’s ears because his fatherly instincts told him to. “Diego… what’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?���
“H-How…?”
“Huh?”
“How do you know my name…?”
Phoenix looked heavily concerned. “W-What?”
“I never told you about- Why do you know this??”
“Arman- Godot! Calm down…”
Trucy moved Phoenix’s hands away from her ears. “Daddy? Papa? Is everything alright?” She asked as she looked at Phoenix and Diego.
The prosecutor was completely baffled by Trucy’s question. It felt like she was referring to him as her “papa”, but how could that be? He had no idea who she was, at least that’s what he thought at the moment anyway.
Phoenix got up and whispered to her. “Ah… I think he’s having another one of those brain farts again. Let me handle this.” Trucy nodded and stepped back while Phoenix tried to sort this problem out.
Diego was looking around the lobby being completely confused. Himself, Phoenix and Trucy were the only ones in the room so that could only mean that Phoenix and himself were Daddy and Papa. “I… I don’t understand… what did you just call me?”
“Papa?” Trucy tilted her head with a bit of worry.
“I-I’m not your Papa…”
“Well… I guess not… but…”
“Godot…” Phoenix interrupted. “Don’t you remember? It’s been six months since you and Trucy met…”
“What are you talking about? Who’s Trucy?”
Phoenix stared at him for a second and then sighed. “Okay, this is worse than I thought…”
Suddenly Gumshoe entered the room, wondering if everything is okay. Unfortunately it wasn’t, so Phoenix asked Gumshoe to ask the Judge for another trial day. Diego wasn’t in any state to prosecute in this trial and a ten minute recess just wasn’t enough time to sort this out.
“Alright, we have an extra trial day. So let’s head home, you need some rest.” Phoenix said, holding his hand out for Diego.
The prosecutor just slapped his hand away as he kept getting more and more confused. “You… But you don’t know where I live??”
“You live with us, Papa…” Trucy said, becoming more concerned.
Diego’s heart sank. He felt ill. He felt like he was in a completely different world. The only familiar face he recognised was Phoenix, but he wasn’t someone he wanted to be on friendly terms with — not to his knowledge anyway. Diego hates him, he wants to humiliate him. So why is Phoenix being so friendly and openly concerned about him? Why is there suddenly a little girl who sees him as a father? So many unanswered questions. It’s making his head spin.
Suddenly, Diego stood up and tried leaving the room. His mind was racing with thoughts and he didn’t know what to do about it. Phoenix followed behind him. “Hey! Where are you going?”
“I’m going home! I don’t want you near me!” He hissed.
“But… you live with us now…”
“In what world would I live with you? I hate your guts!”
“Godot, just please listen to me! This is serious.” Phoenix shut the door before Diego could leave.
“And why should I listen to a lowly, worthless scum of a lawyer like you?”
“Because… you’re a different person now. You have a new life.”
“What?”
Trucy took out her phone and showed Diego her lock screen. It was a picture of the three of them at a zoo together. It also pictured Diego carrying her on his shoulders. Once Diego saw this image, he was at a loss for words.
“I…I don’t understand… When did this happen?”
“Just last week, Papa…”
“Huh…?”
“Diego… let us take you home. You’re clearly not well. We’ll try explain everything once we’re there.” Phoenix explained and led the way. Diego sighed and slowly nodded and then followed behind them until Phoenix remembered something. “Ah! Actually, I left some things back at my office. We should go there first before I forget again.”
The three of them headed back to Phoenix’s office, or as it’s now known as The Wright Anything Agency. Once Phoenix opened the door, they were greeted by none other than Apollo and Athena.
“Oh hey, you guys are back early!” Apollo said as he was watering Charley.
“So, who won the case? I’m placing my bet on Mr. Godot!” Athena said in her usual high-spirited attitude.
Diego just became more and more confused as they continued talking. He felt so uncomfortable by everyone acting overfamiliar with him. He’s never seen these people in his life. Why are there so many people being so friendly and close to him? He was becoming overwhelmed. Not only does he not know who these people are, he is also far from used to talking to this many people at once. He’s so adapted to his crippling loneliness, he has no idea how to react to this kind of attention.
Phoenix could tell that Diego was quickly getting stressed. He kept giving confused glances around the room and was nervously sweating. “Not now guys, he’s not feeling too good…” The blue lawyer said as he dragged Diego into the other room and switched the lights off before he quickly shut the door behind him.
Apollo and Athena just gave each other worried glances as they watched their boss pull Godot into the other room. They could hear him breathing heavily, almost as if he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Trucy understands what was going on, but she had never seen it get this bad.
“Ehh… what’s going on?” Athena asked with obvious concern all over her face.
“Papa is… having one of those… hard times again…” Trucy suddenly said.
“Again? This isn’t the first time?” Apollo asked.
“No… well… not exactly. You see, he has these… memory lapses from time to time. Although it’s over small things like forgetting where he puts things and where he was going. And in the trial today, he was in the middle of talking until he suddenly stopped. I thought he lost his train of thought like he usually does but… it got much worse than that.” Trucy obviously didn’t like talking about this particular subject.
“Wait! Don’t tell me…” Athena gasped.
Trucy nodded. “He forgot who I was. He forgot what happened during these past six months. He forgot a lot of things. And I guess seeing you two made him lose it even more…”
“I see. That’s very… unfortunate. That would explain the overwhelming shock and sadness I heard inside his heart.”
“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Apollo asked, determined to help.
Trucy just averted her eyes, looking concerned. “I think… we just have to hope that this will all pass soon.”
“I know! When Boss lets him out of the room, I can give him a quick therapy session with Widget!”
“Of course! That little toy has worked wonders in the past!”
Athena pouted. “It’s not a toy, Apollo! It’s my trusty partner!”
Eventually, Phoenix and Godot came back out of the room. Both of them looked exhausted. “Okay, this isn’t working…” Phoenix sighed.
“Is everything alright?” Apollo asked.
“Simply put… no. Everything is not alright.” Phoenix said bluntly.
“What isn’t working, Boss?”
“This is hard to explain… but Mr. Godot isn’t well today. He needs to go home.”
“I sense a lot of discord in his heart. How about I try using Widget on him?”
“Widget…?” Diego mumbled.
“Well, no harm in trying I guess. Go ahead.”
“Wait… what are you doing…?” Diego nervously asked, still trembling.
“I’m going to give you a little therapy session, Mr. Godot.”
“Therapy? I don’t need therapy! Leave me alone!”
“I-It’s okay! It will only take a moment.”
“No! I refuse!”
“We’re only trying to help you…”
“Please! Leave me alone! I don’t know who any of you are!” He yelled desperately.
Phoenix sighed. “Perhaps we should do this another time. He’s being very uncooperative right now.”
“Alright… fine.” Athena sighed and put away Widget.
Phoenix grabbed the case file that was left on the desk and headed for the door with Diego.
Apollo tilted his head. “Mr. Wright? Where are you going?”
“Well I said we’re going home, didn’t I? We came back here because I left one of the files behind. I wasn’t planning on staying long.”
“So you’re staying home for the rest of the day too? What about the trial?” Apollo asked.
“The trial will resume tomorrow. I’m going to prepare for it of course. You two stay here and take care of the office and other errands.” Phoenix said. “Oh, and Trucy? Are you coming with us or are you staying here?”
“Oh! I’ll stay here actually. I can help Polly and Athena out with stuff. You go on ahead with Mr. Godot and sort his problems out.”
Phoenix smiled softly. “Alright, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
The esteemed lawyer waved goodbye to his little family as he left the premises with his confused and agitated adversary. The three youths were still very concerned about the unusual man’s circumstances, so they hoped that things will blow over without any dire consequences.
#ace attorney#ace attorney fanfiction#phoenix wright#aa godot#diego armando#trucy wright#apollo justice#athena cykes#wrightdot#narugodo#godonix#my writing#ace attorney spoilers#angst#memory loss#long post#i forgot how obsessed I am with this rarepair 😭💖#it’s like Miego part 2#with a true Godot redemption arc#because that boy deserves it 🥺
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Short Story 1
Alyssa’s POV
“Honey, you need to wake up. It’s urgent.” I squinted as Derrek pulled the blankets off me, peering at the clock on our nightstand to figure out what time it was. Usually, I would protest in a whine and ask why he woke me up so early on the weekend but this time, I could tell something was different; by the look on his face and the tone of his voice, something was evidently very wrong. His voice was stern as he stood at the bedside, one arm crossed and the other touching his tensed-up face, waiting impatiently for me to get up as if he had serious news to break.
I sat up in bed slowly but felt as if my head was cloudy and I couldn’t remember anything from last night. “It’s probably just a headache,” I thought to myself, brushing it off and not thinking too much of it as I pulled myself together to listen to what Derrek had to say. “I don’t know how else to say this but... Lauren was found dead this morning on her kitchen floor. She was found with stab wounds on her abdomen, it seems to have been a homicide...” Wait, I have to be dreaming, this doesn’t feel real. “What did you say?? Lauren is dead?? Does Kevin know about this, what on earth happened??” I exclaimed in utter shock as anyone would upon hearing that their neighbour was found stabbed to death.
“Kevin was the one who told me. He came back from his business trip this morning and found her that way in their kitchen. The police are investigating now, and I think I saw Cathy when I went to talk to Kevin. I think she’s on the case,” Derrek said as he let out a sigh and put his face in his hands, visibly speechless. “Cathy’s on the case? Is she still at their house? I-I’ll go look for her and see if they need any help. Oh god, I can’t believe this is happening,” I say as I hurriedly grab my coat and bag on the hanger and rush out before Derrek could finish what he wanted to say. My head was still fuzzy and in a haze, and now on top of that all this is happening so quickly. But I had no time to question it, they needed all the help they could get to figure out what happened to Lauren, and I was ready to help in any way I could with my previous experiences in investigating, even though I never ended up working in this field professionally.
I dashed over to Lauren and Kevin’s house and locked eyes with Cathy who I hadn’t seen since our college days. As I couldn’t go any closer to the scene that was being investigated, Cathy came out and gave me a reassuring hug. “I’m so sorry, Lyss. You and Derrek must’ve been close with her,” she said with a look of sympathy yet determination to solve this case. “We were, but I want to help your team out if there’s any way I can. I know it’s not my profession or responsibility, but you know me, I’ve had some experience in the past and of course, I’m Lauren’s neighbour as well. It would be relieving for me if there was any way I could chip in, please consider it Cath.”
And just like that, I was set to help them figure out any clues that would be useful in solving Lauren’s case. I’m no expert, and heck I’m not sure if I could be of use at all, but it would lighten something in me knowing that I could get Lauren the justice she deserves. I’m going to find and hunt down the person behind this no matter what it takes. Speaking of which, although I don’t have the same skills and abilities as my best friend and her colleagues who were trained in this field to decipher mysteries and get to the bottom of homicides, what I did discover recently is that I could hear and talk to the shadows that linger in the dark. And when I say talk to them, I mean full on, insightful conversations with them.
I know, I sound like a mad woman. I thought I was losing my mind too when I began hearing them call my name, I was petrified the first time it happened because who wouldn’t be hearing voices coming from the shadows in your room. But ever so slowly, I realised that they weren’t out to get me or had malicious intentions, they’re just like friends speaking to me! Which is all the more why Derrek and Cathy don’t know about this yet, because they probably would have an exorcism performed if they had found out. Plus, I want to find out more about these talking shadows before I let them in on my abnormal abilities.
I snapped out of my daze and found myself back in my room, hearing said shadows whispering in my ear. “Don’t get involved in the case, Alyssa! Back off now before it’s too late!”Just as those voices whispered to me eagerly, I recalled what I was thinking of before I started daydreaming — what was going on with the shadows? They are usually nonchalant, but ever since what happened to Lauren, they seem to be restless and afraid, as if they are warning me about something but I haven’t the slightest idea what it is. It’s been like this for a few days, and every time I try to ask them if they know anything about what happened to Lauren they disappear and go back into hiding, refusing to tell me anything. The only significant hint they’ve left is about Derrek, who I’ve found myself being more wary and anxious around lately for reasons I can’t pinpoint. Nonetheless, I brush it off. I can’t let some shadows throw me off course, I must get to the bottom of Lauren’s murder.
But as the days start to pass, the more confused and tangled up I find myself in this case. The clues I’ve gathered along with updates given to me by Cathy and her team don’t seem to add up. Moreover, from alibis to witnesses to security footage, something about it all elicits an uneasy feeling in me. My head begins to hurt more as well, as I find gaps in my memory recalling what I’ve been up to the past few days; everything is just a little off. The shadows included have been acting up and behaving disturbingly, muttering noises of panic and fear that become progressively more concerning every day.
Distressed, I was about to head downstairs to tell Derrek about my symptoms and perhaps ask him to bring me to the clinic when suddenly, my phone rang. I was startled by the ringtone playing from my phone, it seems that everything that has been happening lately has flustered me. “Lyssa, I need you to come in now. There’s something we need to talk to you about,” Cathy said over the phone in what sounded like a serious manner, which is unlike her usual self. At this point I’m afraid to find out what else I’m about to encounter after all the recent events. The familiar whispers of the shadows begin to make me second-guess my decision to participate in this case. “What was it they knew that I didn’t?” I thought to myself nervously as my palms started to sweat, trying to console myself while preparing to head to the police department to find out what urgent matters the police had to discuss with me.
Just as I was about to leave the house, Derrek called out to me. “Alyssa, what is this??” He exclaims with a look of shock and confusion on his face. I stopped in my tracks upon seeing the medical records in his hand. “When were you going to tell me about this? ‘Medical Diagnosis: Schizophrenia’,” he read aloud from the papers. I stood frozen, unknowing what to reply for a couple seconds. I had been diagnosed for a while but hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet, the diagnosis just didn’t sit right with me and I felt the need to get a second opinion, that is until all of this went down recently.
“You know what? It’s all beginning to make sense now. I didn’t want to tell you since I know you’ve been busy dealing with Lauren’s case, but the way you’ve been acting lately has been out of character. This doesn’t feel like you, Alyssa. And with this diagnosis, it all adds up to the way you’ve been talking to yourself lately. You’re mentally ill, Alyssa. You shouldn’t be working on this case, and you know that. Please.” Derrek’s train of thought that he had been withholding lately began to unravel, and so did mine after everything he had just said. “Excuse me?? How dare you claim that I am mentally ill, and it’s not myself that I’ve been talking to lately but the shadows. I can hear them, Derrek. They’re speaking to me and lately they’ve been reacting unusually and it’s making me go insane, and-”
“The shadows aren’t real, Alyssa! They aren’t there! Honey, please. You need to wake up.” Derrek begged, holding me by my arms and shaking me as he interrupted what I had to say. All of a sudden, my thoughts were clouded upon hearing what Derrek said. Everything was starting to untangle as I began recalling the memories which I had lost for the past few days. I fell to the ground, feeling my head spiral as I felt my consciousness awakening as I pieced it all together. The shadows which had been my subconscious, voices in my head preventing me from finding out the truth of the homicide.
I stood up from the floor, gobsmacked as more things started coming back to me all at once. My eyes darted to Derrek who was standing in front of me, waiting to see what was happening to me. “You. It was you who made me kill Lauren. Both of you with your little affair behind my back, you betrayers!” I yelled, finally figuring out the missing piece of the puzzle, the explanation to everything. But Derrek stood there, as if waiting for me to finally work out the mystery. I felt myself becoming feral, losing the ability to control my emotions and actions. “How could he stand there and not say anything?? Had he known this the entire time?? Why did they do this to me, why did they make me like this??” The thoughts ran through my head as Derrek finally made a move, stepping closer to me.
I ran to the kitchen, throwing any furniture that was within my reach towards Derrek to stop him from following me. “Alyssa, please. Listen to me!” he said in a concerned tone. I laughed, why on earth would I listen to him? And after all the torture he had put me through. As I had finally reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a knife; recalling that this was the very knife I had used to kill Lauren, all of it was right under my nose. As I turned around with the knife in hand, ready to make Derrek pay for everything, the noise of a shot gun went off.
I collapsed to the floor, my mind beginning to go blank as I stared at the wound in my chest. Everything is foggy, my vision starts blurring and my heartbeat unstable, finding it difficult to breathe. I take a last glance up at Derrek who has tears streaming down his face, barely keeping it together as he calls for paramedics. Everything flashes back to me for the last time, the scene of catching Derrek and Lauren cheating and going over next door that Friday night, stabbing Lauren with my kitchen knife and watching her bleed out to her death. “I’m in the same position as her now,” I thought to myself as my breath hitched and my eyes closed for the last time.
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Vanessa headcanons because i love her dearly
She once fell down the escalator at work because she wasn’t paying attention. The whole band saw her do it. They thought she died because she didn’t get up. In reality, she was too embarrassed to move. She broke three ribs.
Monty: Superstar? More like Falling Star!
Caffeine addict
Always shows up to work with a cup of coffee, and if she doesn’t have it, everyone still in the establishment tries to stay as far away as possible because they just Know she’ll be cranky without her caffeine fix
Once took a 5 Hour Energy to get through the night and actually thought she was dying
She has a bed full of plushies
But she gets embarrassed whenever anyone sees them
“Haha, they’re given out for free at work and I felt like they would dock my pay if I didn’t take them”
“I don’t get those??”
“SHUT UP JAMES”
Her eye bags are big enough to hold bodies
Poor eating habits
She’ll drink her weight in coffee and eat one (1) cheese stick and then consider it good for a month
Really wants a pet cat but is afraid she won’t be able to take care of it
She’s slowly losing contact with a lot of her friends due to her job. She’s up all night when everyone else is asleep, and when everyone is awake during the day, she is sleeping. She tries to stay up and go out with her friends, but she’s always grumpy and exhausted. So she drifts apart with everyone she’s close to, which in turn kinda makes her even more depressed than she already is.
She actually doesn’t mind sleeping during the day. She feels safer waking up randomly to daylight rather than to darkness. It makes her nightmares slightly less worse.
Still, she misses hanging out with people
She calls her nightmares “daymares” because they happen during the day
It’s the little things that keep her from going insane
Sometimes people will come over in the middle of the day, like a delivery person or some salesman or maybe her landlord, and she answers the door looking completely bedraggled and exhausted because she was woken up
Her freckles usually aren’t very prominent, since she doesn’t spend that much time in the sun because she’s sleeping during the day, but when she does go out, they appear a lot more. Freddy, Chica, and Sun think her freckles are adorable and they are always like :0 when they see them
Cuts her own hair because she had a Traumatic Moment the last time she went to get a haircut
“I, uhh,,, so the last time I went to get a haircut, I was really sleep deprived because of…things…so I was kinda out of it. When the stylist asked what I wanted done, I completely blanked and went ‘snip snip’ while doing a scissor motion with my fingers.”
Monty and Roxy were screaming laughing
Glitchtrap used to send her photos of herself taken through her monitor’s camera
One time he turned on the camera when she was on her computer and she was able to see herself being recorded
She hasn’t recovered from that one just yet
It got so bad that all of her monitors are now covered in tape
He sent her stuff like her address, IP address, license plate number, and social security number
There was also a lot of blackmailing, where he threatened to leak out incredibly private and embarrassing information about herself
Goes to work severely sick because “I’m not a quitter”
Definitely into D&D but can’t find anyone to play with because of her work schedule
Chews pen caps
Has a habit of clenching her jaw all the time, then complains about jaw pain
Shitty posture
Back Pain
She’s really hard to give gifts to because she doesn’t feel like she deserves anything. She just has this urge to insist that she didn’t need anything. She’s still grateful, though, even if she sometimes forgets to say thank you.
So fucking emotional, especially when she’s tired
An angry crier
When she feels unsafe, she sleeps under the bed
Sometimes will play golf in Monty Golf when she has nothing to do at work. Celebrates when she gets a hole in one.
Will sing and maybe dance along to the music she’s listening to during work. She actually has a pretty nice singing voice.
#she deserves more and i am here to serve#five nights at freddy's security breach#five nights at freddy's#fnaf security breach#fnaf#fnaf headcanons#fnaf hcs#fnaf vanessa#fnaf glamrock freddy#glamrock freddy#montgomery gator#fnaf monty gator#fnaf roxanne#roxanne wolf#glamrock chica#fnaf glamrock chica#fnaf sundrop#fnaf sunny#the fuck is this dude’s name? which one is it??#glitchtrap#william afton
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red door, yellow door (m.)
pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun
genre/warnings: explicit sexual content | demon au | slight dubcon??? the mans a lust demon idk | Very mild horror themes | minor mlm | don’t attempt this game pls !!!
words: 8.1k
a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)
One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.
You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.
Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.
“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.
After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.
“What do you see?”
Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.
“Anything else?”
A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two
“Go in.”
You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.
“Do you see anyone?”
A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.
“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.
“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.
“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.
“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”
Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.
“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.
“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.
Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”
You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”
“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”
You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”
Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.
“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.
You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?
You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.
“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.
“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.
“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”
You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.
“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”
You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.
It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.
He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.
“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier.
You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.
His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.
You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.
You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.
You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”
He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”
This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”
“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-
You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.
Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.
“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.
“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.
“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?
“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.
Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”
You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”
Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”
You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”
“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”
He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”
You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”
His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”
“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.
“I did say within reason, so no.”
You huff. “I expected that.”
Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.
Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.
Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?
A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.
“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.
You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.
You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.
You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.
It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.
Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.
“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.
“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.
“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”
You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.
“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.
“Where are we going, little bird?”
“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”
“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”
You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.
You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.
“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.
“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.
“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”
Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.
You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.
“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.
“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.
“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”
He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”
Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection
You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.
“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.
“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”
“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.
You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”
“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?
“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.
Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.
The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”
You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.
“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”
Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.
“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.
Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.
You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.
You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.
“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.
The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.
“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.
Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”
Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.
Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.
He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”
You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”
You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.
Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?
Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.
You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.
“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.
“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.
“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”
Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.
“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.
The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”
You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.
“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.
“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.
The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.
Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.
“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.
“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”
He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.
You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.
Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.
Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.
“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.
You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.
“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.
You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.
“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”
You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.
Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.
The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.
Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.
Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.
Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.
“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”
Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.
“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.
“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”
Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.
“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”
“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.
“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”
Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.
“How close are you?”
He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?”
Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”
He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”
There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.
It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.
“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.
You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.
A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”
He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.
Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.
You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.
Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.
Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.
“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.
“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.
When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.
Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.
The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.
You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.
The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.
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scars- b. barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: heavy mentions of insecurity, focus on scars, injuries, blood, wounds, canon violence
about: requested! (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc. + (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away
a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and that you liked it!!
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you’re aware that everyone on the team has them; natasha romanoff, even steve rogers, with his unbreakable milk skin, and bruce banner, with the green that tinges the hue of his temples when a scar is made. they’re reminders of what you do, some symbols of the lives that you’ve saved-- and others the lives that you’ve taken.
yes, everyone has them, but that doesn’t make you like the ones that litter your own body very much. nor does it stop you from looking away from them when you catch a glimpse of the scars that peek out of the clothing you specifically choose to hide them away from the curious eyes of the public. it doesn’t stop the frustrated tears that ebb in your eyes when you run the tips of your fingers over the raised tissue.
sometimes you realize how unfair it is of you to hate the scars that splay on your collarbone, and the ones that run across your hips and thighs, when you press your lips against the ones on bucky’s shoulder, pleading for him to believe you when you say you think he’s beautiful. the thought lingers when you playfully roll your eyes at natasha on the rare moment when she narrows her eyes at the healed bullet wound that sits above her hip, genuine words assuring her she looks great no matter what slipping out of the same mouth that utters ugly words at the mirror. you ignore it even as it guilts you when you touch the scars on bruce’s arms with featherlight fingers, pressing that they don’t make him a monster, or any of the hideous words with which he describes himself.
you try to tell yourself the reassurances apply to you, too, because they’re true-- the scars don’t diminish the beauty of your smile, or the glow that you carry, and they shouldn’t hinder the upwards pull of your lips when you catch a glimpse of them in the mirror-- but even as you try to convince yourself of that, your eyes always flit away, hand positioning itself in front of the scars as you examine the way you’d love yourself without them.
you were never aware of the blue eyes that caught your moments of dislike for yourself, missing the bead of worry that embedded itself in the cerulean of bucky’s irises.
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it was on a particularly bad day of yours that one of your relatively smaller missions was scheduled. listed underneath your name was bucky’s, although he was only on there because he had demanded you never to go on a mission to an active hydra base alone, even though he knew you could handle it; you didn’t mind, always enjoying the quiet moments you got on the quinjet with bucky-- and the pilot, usually clint or steve, who bit their tongue, unlike sam or tony.
it would’ve been fine on any other day, but your day hadn’t started on the best note. the scars underneath your clothing seemed to burn every time you moved in the way they had when you first received them. you had stared at them for far too long, wishing you had the super-healing of the asgardian gods or the super soldiers you surrounded yourself with, who would never get permanent scars from the things you had experienced. they felt especially ugly sitting on your skin, making you want to lay in bed all day, pretending they didn’t exist.
your mission cut off your day of wallowing in your bed, forcing you to shove on your suit and sit in the quinjet to arrive at the mission you could’ve easily handled by yourself had it been another day and you had felt any other way.
you were from the same black widow program natasha was from; you were probably impossibly better, more ruthless and uncaring because from the moment you were born, you had nothing to lose, no family to protect, no memories of a childhood--even a fake one-- to hang onto. your movements were always calculated and perfect, like they had been forced to be, and your emotions were never supposed to cloud your anything-- they never did, except for when you had the days that knocked you off your feet, just like these.
nevertheless, you were distracted in the base with bucky, although you shouldn’t have been, considering the delicate information you were handling. you flawlessly did the routine of knocking guards unconscious, ignoring the way a harsh heat flashed in your hip when bucky’s hand touched the place where one of your more brutal scars was. it felt nearly as if he could feel it under his fingers, even though it was a ridiculous thought considering the material of your tac suit.
it was still going relatively fine; you had recovered the usb file you had been assigned to secure, and most of the guards were dead, fallen in a trail that created a clear pathway for bucky to find you, usb drive clutched tightly in your hand as you bled out on the floor, a knife thrown next to the pool of blood quickly forming underneath you and the person who had done it lying dead a few feet away. your gun was in your other hand, one of its bullets embedded in the hydra agents’ chest. bucky could hear the strangled gurgles of breathing coming from the agent, but he paid no attention to him as he rushed to your side, eyebrows furrowing as his hands reached the stab wound. you hissed sharply when you felt the cold of his vibranium fingers meet the burning hot of the injury, pressing down hard as lightly as he could while he mumbled something into the comms you never used. you were suddenly gathered into his arms, cringing when you heard a scream you didn’t realize was yours until you felt bucky’s lips moving in reassuring sentences next to your ear, a string of apologies falling from his lips. you never let go of the drive, desperate to keep hold of something that connected you to the real world, not wanting to focus on your other alternative: it was irrelevant when compared to everything else, but through the blinding red of pain, the only thing you could focus on was obsessing over the fact that a new scar would inevitably heal in place of the stab wound-- one you knew you would survive because you’d survived a hell of a lot worse than it, but the next ugly thing to form in your abdomen might just make you never want to see yourself again.
warm tears rolled down your cheeks as bucky carried you back into the quinjet, one of your hands tiredly fisted at bucky’s shirt, trying your best to stay awake but ultimately failing from the loss of blood and will.
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it’s stupid. you’re aware, but your first thought when you open your eyes again is how there is yet another scar that will form on your abdomen, making tears rush to your eyes in frustration because it was your fault it was there anyways. had you just paid attention-- just not concentrated so on the wretched things, a new one would not be forming right now. the collection of ugly tissue that littered your skin was already too large.
the frustration you felt overpowered the painful numbness that settled over the wound in your abdomen, making dried tears spring back to life and dribble down your apple cheeks, alerting your boyfriend of your state. “doll? what’s wrong?” he asks, and at the sign he’s there, listening to your whimpers and audible disdain, the dam breaks loose, your hands reaching up to your face and tugging at the gash.
bucky’s up on his feet, tender hands circling around your wrists to pull them back down, “y/n, what’s wrong, doll?” he repeats, gentle blue eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. you squeeze your eyes shut, another salty trail making its way onto the bow of your lips. bucky’s warm fingers wipe away the wetness, his fingertips light.
“baby, please tell me what hurts,” he begs, his vibranium hand making its way into yours. you shake your head, squeezing his cold fingers. “i hate them,” you mumble, feeling his palm cupping your jaw, “i hate them so much.”
“hate what, honey?” he questions gently, brows furrowing further when he sees your hand curling into a loose fist above the place where his hands have lovingly settled: right on your scars. “i’m sorry,” you cry quietly, nose scrunching up when his fingers trace over the tissue he’s memorized the location of, “i hate them. they’re ugly and i hate them.”
“these?” bucky inquires, surprised. he lifts your shirt-- really, his-- to see the object of your tears, catching when you shut your eyes again and more tears drip off your jaw.
“bucky, no--”
bucky looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “y/n…” he starts sadly, pulling away to get you to look at him. “they’re not... “ his eyes flick down to one of the scars, and he taps on it gently, “d’you remember this one? it was a couple years ago when i barely joined the team.” you can feel a lump growing in your throat, perfectly able to recall where you got it.
“you barely knew me back then, but you did know i was a super soldier, and you jumped in front of that bullet anyways. god, i knew i had to ask you out before someone knocked sense into anyone else.”
you sniffle, biting your lip, “this one,” he touches another one, “you saved nat and a little girl from a madman. her parents were so thankful they stayed with you until you woke up to thank you.” his finger wipes away another tear, “she invited me to her birthday party this year,” you snivel, and bucky smiles.
“these are not ugly-- you are not ugly, i promise.” he tells you. “i love you, every part of you--” his head suddenly ducks down, and you can feel his lips softly pressing against the scars, careful to avoid your newly forming one. your hand reaches his jaw, running your nail along his stubble as more thankful tears slip from your eyes. “i love you,” he repeats, kissing your lips.
“thank you,” you whisper against his lips, sniffling as you feel the burn on the scars slowly begin to disappear with the coolness of bucky’s vibranium fingertips.
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helping & encouraging their distant s/o who’s been having a tough few weeks
request: Hi! I had a request for yn having like a tough few weeks/being kinda distant and their MHA SO help them through it/be generally encouraging :)) thank you sm!! (bakugou, todoroki, shoji)
characters: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shoji mezo
genre: fluff, a little angst
word count: 2.0k+, 600-700 per character
tags/warnings: reader not acting like their usual selves, hints at reader being stressed, tired, and/or depressed, however, there’s a happy ending!
author’s note: thank you for the request! i hope this helps and comforts those who are in need of love and support right now. remember that even when times are tough, you can still find a way through it, so long as you remember there will still be happy moments ahead and that there are plenty of people out there rooting for you—myself included!
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI
bakugou is pretty observant when it comes to reading the room and figuring out a person’s mood.
and with you, he sees something is off almost right away.
your droopy eyes and the frown dragging your face are a pretty big indicator, considering you’re normally so cheerful and full of life.
your lack of response when bakugou calls out to you eventually confirms his suspicions.
“y/n,” he says, his tone losing its normal roughness upon realizing something was up.
it takes a while for you to reply. “oh, katsuki. do you need me for something?”
squinting at you, he discovers an absence of vibrancy in both your voice and eyes.
“okay, what’s wrong?” he moves straight to the point, but you don’t desire to make a big deal out of this as you shake your head.
“it’s nothing… just been a little tired these days.” you avert your eyes, looking at the floor, and hoping he doesn’t notice the deep bags underneath your eyes (but of course he does).
“tch, make sure you get proper rest and sleep early, got it? i’m not having you get sick on me,” the blond lectures, voice strict, yet his hand goes to your wrist and gives it a tender squeeze. it’s a welcomed contrast to his sternness.
you smile because you know more than anyone that he means well. you only wish you were able to follow his advice.
a week or two later, you still have been closing yourself off from your classmates, and that includes bakugou.
sometimes you feel it’s better to stay in your room and keep to yourself, especially with how tired you’ve been after such rigorous classes throughout each day.
despite his direct approach at things and his natural rowdy nature, bakugou is very mindful of people’s space when he notices their despondency and the distance they put between themselves and others. he’s not gonna force someone to come out of their shell if they don’t want to.
but at the same time, if it’s someone he loves, he can’t stand by and just leave them alone, even if they keep assuring him that they’re fine.
you’re putting on this strong facade so as to not worry the others, but he knows you must have been feeling the effects of fatigue and stress for a while now.
even if you won’t come to him directly, he still wants to support you.
around the evening, when the majority of his classmates have dwindled and retreated to their rooms, he silently heads into the kitchen to fix something up. then he takes to the elevator.
not many moments later, your phone vibrates in your room, signaling the arrival of a text message. it’s one you aren’t expecting, even though it comes straight from your boyfriend.
check outside your door, it says. you’re puzzled by the command, but follow it nonetheless.
as your door slowly swings open, you glance around the hallway of your dorm to discover no one. not a single soul except a piping hot plate of food nestled at your doorstep, accompanied by a mug of hot chocolate.
surprised at being greeted by the sight, you lift the contents from below your feet, and find a note hiding underneath the plate.
after taking the food in, you read the slip of paper.
you’re strong. i know you are. things will get better so take care of yourself alright, dumbass? i’m here for you, you better remember that.
absorbing every word, your eyes feel glassy, yet this weight on your chest dissipates and lifts your spirits. you rub your eyes with your sleeved arm, a smile widening on your face as you reply to bakugou’s text message:
thank you, katsuki. i love you
TODOROKI SHOUTO
due to his complicated upbringing, todoroki was normally very distant and stoic when it came to interacting with his peers.
so he can understand the need for space more than anyone, preferring to close himself off whenever the days become too much for him.
you can’t blame him for worrying about you when he realizes you haven’t been at your very best lately.
like bakugou, todoroki is also very perceptive, especially towards those he cares about. he’s the kind of guy to note your mannerisms from afar and make out anything he finds different about you—an example being when he noticed midoriya was stressed about the situation with his internships while he was eating lunch with him.
though he picks up on these cues quickly, what he’s unsure about is how to approach you with those worries in mind.
he doesn’t want to come off as insensitive or misinterpret anything.
maybe coming to you directly would only make you anxious and he’d absolutely never want you to feel that way.
one day, the urge to ask if you’re alright falters as todoroki crosses your path.
“y/n, is there something–”
his hand pulls back at the last minute when he sees the weary look painting your face and wonders to himself if now would be the right time to say anything.
reading into how you didn’t make any effort to interact with many people throughout the day, perhaps you desired space at the moment.
but that night, the thought of how drained you seemed lingers in his mind as he lays on his futon, facing the ceiling with his arms propped behind his head.
tossing slightly in bed, he’s starting to second-guess his hesitation from earlier.
he argues with himself that he should be more assertive. he’s your boyfriend after all, he should make a show of it and prioritize your health and well-being above all else.
another minute of contemplation finally encourages him to reach for his phone lying near his futon. and after checking the time, he’s hoping you haven’t fallen asleep yet.
he swipes open his phone and types in a message.
y/n
are you still awake?
his screen glows in the dimness of his room, heterochromatic eyes watching it intently until they dilate at the appearance of the ellipsis in a gray speech bubble.
yes
why?
he sends his reply,
earlier, i wanted to ask if something was wrong
he pauses before pressing another message.
you looked troubled
for the next minute he watches the gray speech bubble continually disappear and reappear, taking it as a sign you’re uncertain as to how to piece your answer. todoroki offers an easier way out.
we can talk about it together if you’d like
afterward he waits, eyes never leaving the lit screen. soon, his patience is rewarded as his phone begins vibrating with a call that overrides his text messages, and he picks up without hesitation.
bringing the phone to his ear, he’s met with silence at first.
then your voice finally rasps out.
“these days, i’ve been really stressed out with school and work. sometimes i just don’t know how to deal with it,” you say quietly. you go on to confess your worries about keeping up with the curriculum and todoroki notices how your voice quivers as if you were afraid to admit to this.
“shouto…” the boy perks up at the utter of his name. “do you think i’m cut out for all of this?” on the other side of the line, you fear for his answer. however, todoroki is going to make sure he casts those worries away.
“i know things at the moment aren’t the greatest,” he starts, figuring out the best way to get his feelings across, “but it won’t be like this forever. eventually, the bad times will pass, and everything will get better. i hope you remember that i— we’ll be here for you.”
it grows quiet and shouto can only hope that you take his words to heart. it isn’t long before he hears a muffled sniffle on the other end as you take in a breath and thank him properly, seeking solace in him until you fall asleep for the night, and wait for those good days to finally arrive in the morning.
SHOJI MEZO
a rather perceptive individual, nothing gets past shoji when it comes to finding out a close friend or significant other of his is troubled by something.
shoji is both an empathetic and understanding person so when he realizes that you’ve been needing to distance yourself lately, he doesn’t pry too much into it.
he does, however, observe you from afar. even without asking outright, he still wants to make sure you’re doing okay.
so he watches intently during one of your training matches in class that day. you were paired against mina—an agile and quick-witted opponent, but one that you’ve bested before, and if anything, were sure to give another run for her money.
but that day, things don’t want to go your way. you stumble way too many times for shoji to be considered normal, even on your off-days.
ultimately, you end up losing the round against mina after a bit of a trip up that lands you a small wound on your knee.
and what was even stranger to shoji was when aizawa nearly asked if you needed a partner to guide you to nurse’s, you quickly opted to instead go alone despite knowing shoji would undoubtedly volunteer to come along with you.
“that’s weird, it usually takes a while to really get y/n down for the count during training.” shoji hears uraraka chatting with tsuyu after you’ve already made your leave, concerned as he is by how swiftly the match went.
tsuyu shrugs. “maybe y/n was just having an off-day today?” she suggests.
that’s what shoji wishes to believe, but he knows there’s something lying beneath the surface after assessing the amount of distance you’ve been putting between yourself and everyone else.
later at the dormitories, he comes across you limping as you walk down the hallway. when you meet his eyes, your first instinct is to move in the other direction. however, hearing shoji’s voice makes you stand in place.
“you haven’t been feeling great lately, have you?” the question comes out, and with the state you’re in, you can’t seem to uncover any will within you to deny it.
the silence between you two is deafening, to the point that it more or less answers shoji’s question. yet he doesn’t say anything in reply—not a show of disappointment or a sigh.
all he does is stretch two of his six webbed arms in front of you.
it takes a while for you to register the act as a gesture for you to come in closer. and when you do, your steps are hesitant—slow—before you eventually close enough of the distance for shoji to wrap you in a soft embrace befitting of his gentle giant image.
though broad and muscular, his arms bring you into a tender hug, enacting all the care possible like you were a fragile butterfly.
and in his arms you feel warm. you feel safe. you feel protected. so you return the embrace by burying your face in his chest, arms folded against him.
you hadn’t realized how much you craved this sort of physical affection after so long.
despite being a man of few words, shoji still wants to get his point across that he’s here for you no matter what.
“tired?” he asks. he feels you nod against his chest, fatigue and lack of motivation getting to you.
after some time, shoji senses you sinking into hold so he picks you up with ease, as if you were indeed merely a butterfly, cradling you in his arms as he ascends the elevator to the floor of your dorm.
there, he takes you to your room and sets you down at the edge of your bed, going over your wound from earlier.
the length of space between you gives shoji a clearer view of your face, and it’s there he makes out the heavy bags underneath your eyes.
“haven’t been getting enough rest?”
you nod slowly, watching him re-bandage the wrap covering your knee.
when he’s done, his hand goes to pat your head. “get in bed, alright? i’ll be right back.”
it’s not long after he says this that he returns with a glass of warm milk in his hand and sees you already beneath the sheets.
handing you the glass, you drink the milk with generous sips, its warmth soothing your bones before you nestle back under the sheets.
and throughout you falling into slumber, shoji gently holds your hand in the silence, helping you to know he’s there for you even in the darkness.
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