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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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Our Life Swap AU, my dearest love. Takes place on MC's 21st birthday. Featuring a Cove appearance!

Baxter watched you as you danced with Terri -- well, it was more laughing with the occasional movement rather than dancing at this point, but he understood dancing was what the two of you were going for. The smile that hadn't left his face all night widened as you excitedly threw an arm around Miranda when she approached your little group, looking at her like you hadn't seen her for years even though all she'd done was make a quick trip to the bathroom.

It was your 21st birthday, and you were drunk for the first time. And it was adorable.

To celebrate, he'd made plans for you and your friends to meet up at the little hole-in-the-wall bar on the shopping street. Normally his party planning skewed a little grander, but this venue had been decided on years ago -- when you were kids but old enough to understand the concept of a 21st birthday, you'd made a pact that you'd both celebrate yours there so you'd be home, together, and close to the ice cream stand.

You'd taken him for his birthday in May, and the same company met you then, too. He'd opted not to drink much then, just ordering a couple of cocktails to feel fancy, but you went a different route.

"I still don't understand why you're not dating yet."

Baxter was pulled out of his thoughts by Cove's comment -- one he'd made countless times over the years.

"I don't know what you mean," he said with a smirk, knowing exactly what Cove meant.

Besides you, Cove was Baxter's best friend. They'd met that summer when you were 13, when the elder Mr. Ward decided to take an investment opportunity by going into business with the elder Mr. Holden's already successful but somewhat small shop. They were incredibly different, but they each had things they admired about the other and a bond was formed then.

Cove was the only person Baxter had ever told about his feelings for you.

"Well, maybe calm down with the longing stares if you want to keep pretending you're not in love," Cove suggested.

Baxter wasn't sure how to look at you without longing for you, so instead he just turned his attention to the man next to him. But, as always, it wasn't long until you were pulled back to him.

"BAXTER," you said as you, Terri and Miranda approached the bar where he and Cove were standing. You threw your arms around his waist and snuggled yourself against him, pressing your face against his chest, and he felt you breathe deeply. He brought his arms around you to hold you against him, placing a quick kiss on your head.

Ignoring Terri and Miranda's groans at the display of affection, he asked, "Having fun?"

"Yeah, but I'd have more fun if you danced with me too."'

"This isn't exactly my style of dancing, darling," he laughed. "I'm actually not sure that what you were doing could be called dancing at all."

"Hey," Terri protested. "If you think you can do any better, I'd like to see you try!"

"Terri, he's won dancing competitions and you were literally just bouncing up and down," Miranda pointed out.

Terri argued against this and Miranda started joking around with her. If Baxter had been paying more attention, he would have noted that this was more of the blatant flirting they'd been doing for years now. He would have shot a glance at Cove to communicate something like, "You're going to talk about my feelings being obvious when these two are acting like this?"

But you hadn't moved away from him, and he was becoming more aware of the warmth of your body pressed against his and less aware of everything else in the world.

He'd had one drink when you'd arrived at your request, but then stopped so he could properly attend to you that night. He wouldn't take advantage of you, not ever, but he did appreciate the closeness, and he began idly stroking your back. Against his chest again he felt your soft hum of approval.

He then felt more hums, and it took him a few seconds to realize you were trying to talk.

"You probably need a little more air for that," he laughed, gently turning your chin so that your cheek was pressed against him instead of your entire face.

"I still wanna dance," you said.

Without waiting for his reply, you started moving backwards, still latched onto him. Ever the graceful one, he didn't stumble, instead shuffling along with you as you backed towards the place where you'd just been dancing with Miranda and Terri.

"Clingy, are we?" he asked, not making a move to change that.

"Shut up," you told him, and somehow you managed to nuzzle yourself even closer to him. He smiled, then you started swaying.

You stood there together like that, holding each other tightly enough that maybe it would have hurt a little if you both didn't secretly want it so much, and danced. It wasn't his style of dancing, that was true. There was no fancy footwork, no footwork at all, really.

It was the kind of clumsy dancing you'd done when you were little kids after he'd shown you one of his old black and white movies and you'd wanted to pretend to be in one of your own. The kind that you'd done at your fifth grade Valentine's Day dance, not sure what to do in the dimmed down lights in your school's decorated gym but knowing that you wanted to do it together.

Memories flooded his mind of all those little dances you'd done over the years, the sloppy ones like this and the more elaborate ones after he'd started ballroom dancing and convinced you to be his partner for practice, despite the fact that you didn't know anything about it.

He treasured every one.

After a while, you said, "I wanna go get ice cream now."

Your group of five closed out your tab at the bar, and only when it became necessary -- or actually a little bit after -- did you untangle yourself from Baxter. He held a hand on your back to steady you as he paid, and when it was time to leave and make your way down the street he linked your arm through his.

After you'd all acquired your treats from the ice cream stand, you started walking back to the old neighborhood. You and Baxter were both staying with your parents for the summer -- his parents had moved out of town after he'd graduated high school and he much preferred spending his college holidays with you than with them. Cove had parked his car there and had given rides to Terri and Miranda.

"Did you have a good birthday?" Cove asked, nudging the arm that wasn't in Baxter's grasp.

"Yeah," you answered, nudging him back. "It's not over yet though."

"What's the plan after this?" Miranda said, pointing out that it was getting late and they still had the drive back to the city.

"Baxter has to keep entertaining me," you said, giving his arm a squeeze.

"Have I not done enough?" he asked, pretending to be indignant but always thrilled to be spending more time with you.

Instead of answering, you held your ice cream up to his mouth so he could take a bite. It wasn't a big deal, you always shared, but when he offered you his ice cream sandwich and, instead off taking a bite, you licked up the side of it, gathering the melting bits on your tongue and smiling triumphantly at him, he actually shuddered.

Cove snorted.

When you got back to your parents' house, you stood out front for a minute, saying your goodbyes and making plans to make plans to hang out again. Cove got Terri and Miranda safely seated in his car, then with another smile at you and Baxter, he left.

"So," Baxter said. "What now?"

Looking at you now, he saw that you were starting to get tired. You gave him a sleepy smile, a bit of ice cream on the corner of your mouth. Without thinking, he wiped it off with his thumb and then put his thumb in his own mouth, licking it clean.

You made a noise then, and while he couldn't be positive about what it meant he knew that he'd very much like to hear it again.

"I believe it may be time for sleep," he said, pushing the thought out of his head. "Do you agree?"

"Tuck me in and tell me a story."

He unlocked the door as quietly as possible, noting the house lights were off. Once you'd been ushered in, he locked the door behind him, then took your hand and walked you up the stairs. After he flicked on the light of your bedroom, you promptly went and threw yourself on your bed.

With a chuckle, he closed the door and quickly took your shoes off for you. He pulled up a chair, prepared to tell you a story, but you grunted in protest.

"Use your words," he suggested, but instead, you rolled over, making more space on the bed, and patted the spot next to you.

This gave him pause. It would hardly be the first time you shared a bed over the years, but as you'd gotten older it had gotten harder to be that close to you while still trying to hide his feelings. It wasn't that he wanted to share them, and he certainly wouldn't tonight, but it was almost painful, how much he wanted you. Seeing you laid out before him, brushing up against him in the night as his best friend and nothing more was too difficult.

"It's my birthday," you whined, patting the spot again.

How could he argue with that?

Slipping off his shoes, he climbed in the bed next to you. When you whined again and started squirming, he understood the wordless request and pulled the blankets out from under you both then covered you up.

Much like you had earlier at the bar, you wrapped yourself up in him then. He smiled as he let you get situated -- you put one arm around his waist and then gripped his hip, pulling him closer. Your other hand you tucked by your own chest, but he felt you splay your fingers across his ribs there. You brought one leg closer to lay flat against him, and you threw the other around his own leg. When you were done, he moved his own limbs to comfortably fit around you.

He couldn't help but notice that it was like you wanted every possible part of your bodies to be touching. Which was fine by him -- it was definitely a sentiment he shared.

"Story," you said, and he felt your breath hot against his neck.

Making up silly outlandish stories for you was something he'd done so many times before that he really didn't have to think about it, so he didn't. Weaving some nonsensical tale was almost as easy as breathing at this point, so instead of focusing on his words he focused on how you felt next to him.

In your arms, whether it was a hug or a dance or the occasional cuddle, was where he felt best. He felt warm and cozy and safe and seen and appreciated. He felt loved, and he felt love. He was well traveled, and he'd seen so many beautiful places, but by far, this was his favorite place to be.

When he felt your breathing get steadier and your touch soften, he paused his story, and when you didn't complain, he knew you were asleep. He let out a shaky breath and let himself sink further into you.

Baxter had always had trouble sleeping, and for as long as he could remember, the only way he could coax himself into sleep was by daydreaming. He'd picture himself somewhere nice, in some beautiful situation, and most nights he'd be able to drift off this way. But almost every night, you were front and center in those daydreams.

Now that you were here with him, he took the chance to look at you as best he could. He saw the top of your pretty head, your shoulders bare in your birthday outfit. He saw your back slightly curved by the way you'd attached yourself to him, and your hips under the blankets. He started fantasizing.

Not about anything lewd -- he did allow his thoughts to drift there on rare occasions, but not tonight. Tonight he thought about what it would be like to be with you like this always. He imagined his only bed being one he shared with you, a place where he could hold you like this as much as he wanted, and that he was confident enough to tell you how deeply he was in love with you, and you loved him back just as intensely.

As he thought about all of this, he felt sleep start to take him. Before it could, he willed himself to remember this exact moment and the sheer perfection of it.

He knew that the next morning, he'd be left without your warmth. He wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could.

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randoimago · 4 months

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Hi there! Happy holidays! Could you please do headcanons on the friends to lovers prompt “hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates” with Lorenz, Claude, Annette and Ferdinand and a reader-turned-S/O? Thank you so much!

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Claude, Annettte, Ferdinand, Lorenz

Note(s): These are such cute prompts, I'll happily write these!

Annette

It started with study dates and you two being paired together to clean the classroom or other parts of the academy. She'd always be sure to happily talk with you about this and that too.

And then she'd start to notice more things about you, remembering little details you mentioned before. Can't help but buy you a gift at the market at some point because you're good friends.

Then her clumsiness gets her in trouble. She's trying to clean a shelf when the contents of it start falling, but you're there to shield her. You're very close together and she notices more about you before realizes that "Oh, I like you as more than a friend."

Claude

He originally asked you to help him in the market. He noticed some of the moral not being the greatest so a trip to the market to get some trinkets and food would help things along. And he figured that he could also improve your mood while he was at it by having this outing.

Claude noticed that things seemed to go rather well when he had you around that first time so he asks you to join him for other things. Walks around the monastery, more market visits, trips to the library, things like that. He did notice the growing chemistry between you both and it intrigued him.

He slowly tries to do different things with the more outings you go on. He holds your hand if there are large crowds "so you don't get swept away", he holds doors open for you "because he's such a gentleman", he gets you more gifts like flowers and such... he doesn't really have an excuse ready for that.

Ferdinand

It started with Ferdinand wanting to show you that he's much better than Edelgard. Even if you preferred him to her originally, he still feels like he has something to prove. So he asks you to hang out with him, watch him spar (maybe join him too), study with him, just various things like that.

He doesn't realize that he tries to show off for you. Before it was mostly him showing off to prove himself. But now he's trying to show off to get a positive reaction from you. He wants to see your smiles, even if they're from laughing at him because he tripped or something embarrassing like that.

Now he starts asking you to join him to the market or to walk around the less busy areas of the academy together. Places that don't seem like they'd be super romantic, but where it will be the two of you together. Will get you something sweet or a little gift. As thanks for hanging out with him all the time, of course.

Lorenz

He always invites his classmates to tea so he can secretly (or bluntly) judge them under the pretense that he's giving "helpful" advice. And he has invited you to these tea sessions quite a bit.

It's just the two of you talking about schooling and the various nobility. Lorenz also does his judging of pointing out that you'd look nicer with some accessories or things like that. But as time goes on, he starts to notice other things.

One tea session, Lorenz mentioned a necklace looking nice on you. The next session, he got you a necklace. And then instead of his "judging", he starts to point out the shade of your eyes or how your hair is styled. His tone of voice does come across as a bit snobby, but he really does mean the compliments as he's realizing a lot more about you than he thought he would when these sessions started.

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dollface-yandere · 1 year

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"piss off your parents."

yandere! narciso anasui x reader

warning; yandere themes/possessiveness, manipulating, implied murder/death (not of the reader), obsessive love, gender neutral reader lolll, but probably ooc

prompt ; anasui urges you to run away with him after a fight with your parents.

note; my tumblr started glitching out really badly halfway through this. i apologize for any problems within the story!

it was midnight, and your parents were both asleep. three hours before now, you found yourself slapped across the face by your mother and your father's disapproving glare piercing you like a bullet.

both of them met anasui. they didn't like him when you described your newly boyfriend to them months ago, and you thought that if they just met, maybe their views would change, and they'd see he wasn't as possessive or crazy as they said. loud voices echoed in the dining room. anasui and your parents didn't get along at all; his opinions were much different his. they disagreed with every single one of his views, and he disagreed with theirs. the dinner table shook while anasui slammed his hands on the table and walked out of the door, and you chased after him, ignoring your parent's protesting. the same hands were wrapped around your wrists and pulling you closer to him.

"my dear, you can't live like this! you don't realize how terrible your parents are." anasui's words stung you. it hurt to hear him badmouth your parents to your face. you truly loved your parents, but you just didn't understand what was so bad about anasui. his hands stroked your hair, and your tears wet his shoulder through his clothes.

between crying and gasps for air, you managed to speak, "i can't! i love them!" anasui's chin rested on your head, and you could feel him nod in response to your words. "i understand, fully, i promise you, but can't you see? they don't you to be happy." it made sense, but at the same time, it didn't. your parents truly were trying to protect you. every time the listened to you rant about how much you loved your pink-haired boyfriend, their faces turned angry and scolded you, yelling at you to listen to yourself. they called him creepy and possessive, but you knew who you dated. you knew him better than they did, and they just didn't see how happy you were with him.

anasui almost roughly grabbed your shoulders, and pushed you in front of him. "don't you love me, too? i want to be with you, so bad. your essence is the reason i wish to live. i need you badly, more than i need air. i may as well belong to you, and you only you. i don't care how much your parents hate me, i'd rather be the enemy of the world, than live without you."

faux tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. anasui pulled you closer, and bent over to kiss your lips like it was the last thing he'd ever do. the genuine tears on your cheek seemed to mix with his own. you stopped kissing him, pulling away from him. before you could speak.

"are you satisfied with your parents not wanting you to be happy?" anasui's eyes felt piercing, like freshly sharpened knifes. the thought of your parents not wanting you to be happy was absolutely discontering. anasui was the perfect boyfriend. every night you spent together, he promised he'd do anything just to be with you.

you fidgeted anxiously with trembling hands underneath his cold glare. now, the thought of being without from anasui wouldn't cross your mind. of course, it wouldn't never cross his mind, either. "why don't you run away from them? i'll always love you, more than your parents could ever dream of!"

he reached for your hands again, but you swatted them away and turned. how to choose? it was either be with anasui, or be with your parents. "i can't make them upset! it'll piss them off.." it wasn't a lie. they'd probably disown you if you chose to be with anasui.

"my love, piss off your parents, then. it won't make them understand how in love i am, and i can't imagine a world without you."

there you stood in your bedroom, quietly sobbing on your bed. anasui rubbed your shoulder to comfort you while he tossed random items around your room into the half-packed suitcase next to you. only some of the clothes that you really liked were packed inside. anasui told you not to bother with packing all of your clothing; he claimed he would buy his love any piece they wanted. it was 1AM now. both of your parents were asleep while you and your boyfriend snuck out of the house. he carried your bags while you followed behind him. it was weird that he knew to avoid every floorboard that creaked, when you only snuck him in through your bedroom window.

the thought that your parents may have been right about anasui would only cross your mind a few days later while you sat on on the chairs reading some book when he left to run an errand at such a late hour.

"'sui.. it's 11PM. why'd you decide to go to the store now?" your words were met with a low, yet, seemingly cheerful, bit of laughter when anasui's words followed, "i forgot to get the stuff for breakfast for tomorrow morning when i went the other day. is there anything in particular you'd like while i'm there?" anasui smiled while you looked up at him. he ignored your requests to come with him, saying that he wanted to surprise you with the breakfast. which, was unusual. he usually just made your favorite.

fifteen minutes later, you found yourself staring into your phone screen. your notifications were almost all missed calls from both your mother and father. waves of guilt crashed over you. it was painful to see they tried to contact you multiple times. anasui insisted you don't leave a goodbye note, saying that cutting off people meant no goodbyes. they couldn't call the cops since you were grown enough to live on your own. your index finger hovered over the call button on your mom's contact; hesitantly, you began to press the little blue phone icon under the contact "Mom".

"i'm back!" anasui's loud but unusually tranquil voice seemed to echo through the doorway. your finger was fast to click the side button on the phone, and the screen went dark as he walked through, two bags in one hand while he rushed to put the other on your shoulder.

looking back up at him with a smile on your face, you moved up a little to meet his lips. the phone was flat facing down on your thigh, as to not draw suspicion from anasui. sure, it seemed weird, but if he'd be upset if he found out you were trying to communicate with your mother.

"let's go to bed, my love."

anasui's grasp around your waist was firm, but you managed to slip from his touch. the bathroom floor was cold under your bare feet, and the air conditioning wasn't helpful, either. cold air blew onto the uncovered skin on your back, while your fingers shakily went back into your contacts to click on your mom. the picture of the three of you in the contact photo was saddening. you missed your father and mother more than anything.

but.. no. anasui said it was normal to miss people after cutting them off. he always encouraged you not to check in with them after you left. but anasui wasn't here right now. you hesitantly lowered your finger and pressed the 'call' button.

it was weird, though, because there was a ringing coming from the bedroom. inevitably, you could hear creaking and the muffled sound of your mother's ringtone, followed by footsteps approaching the bathroom. panicking, you reached your arm to turn the lock on the bathroom door.

even though you knew anasui was outside the door, he didn't speak a single word. loud knocks could be heard from your side of the door. knocks turned into twisting the doorknob, but he could only find that it was locked. a long sigh was heard on the other side. you went to touch the doorknob, but something felt wrong with it.

15 seconds later, pieces of the doorknob flew to the side while you scrambled into the corner of the bathroom, sitting with your knees to your chest with your arms shielding your face from him. the door was pushed open, and your boyfriend stepped into the room. his hair was messy, and pink strands flew in front of his face.

"sorry, my love.. i didn't mean to scare you like that." anasui's hand found it's way to your face, caressing your cheek while he crouched down to your level. his other arm wrapped around you tightly. "now, why were you trying to call your mother?"

anasui squeezed your shoulders while you sputtered out a series of incoherent bursts, of only apologies for doing this. a frown spread across your boyfriend's face, and he sighed. usually when anasui was mad, the atmosphere was tense and his voice would be loud and booming. but now, your mind raced while everything else felt slow. your boyfriend's voice was calm. anasui stood from his spot on the floor, and bent down to pick you up. he wasn't ever this rough while he carried you.

"let's just go to bed."

note ; this is probably ooc i'm really sorry 😭 please forgive me, my next writing won't be so rushed!!

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nevalizona · 15 days

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For the Ellis & Ivy Prompt bc I love the fact that you’ve given more depth to Ellis’ character than what the game gives🥹 I figured i’d take one from each section but you don’t have to answer all of ‘em if you don’t want to:

I. #8,

II. #1,

III. #8,

& IV. #9

Ohmygod😭😭😭😭 thank you for the kind words! I'm always so afraid that I'm ""ruining"" Ellis or not capturing him correctly, so that was very nice to read🩷 one of my answers got long as hell so they're gonna be under the cut. Thank you so much for sending these it!

Pre-Relationship

7. How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

When Ivy Nicole and Ellis first started dating, it became very clear that these two were gonna be a handful. They are both rather energetic, and they enjoy having a good time. Sammy was nervous that they would both encourage each other to get into trouble. The first time, both of them showed up to Mass hungover, Ellis got such an earful. Ivy Nicole was lectured by Father James as well. Both of them "laughed about it" but knew that they really fucked up. They tried not to let that happen again.

Once they started seriously dating, Sammy definitely came around to the two of them. He saw the kind of woman Ivy Nicole was and knew that she wasn't all bad. She just seemed to struggle with doing the right thing. Ellis is similar. They both get impulsive about something, letting their emotions fuel their decisions. Ellis was just expected to be a little better about that. He can be accountable. Ivy Nicole is still learning how to do all that. Father James likes the two of them together. He thinks that, in their own way, they're good for one another. He knows Ivy Nicole's heart and her struggles, and he knows that Ellis will always be understanding. Ivy Nicole has a big heart as well and is looking for anything to help fill it. She's strongly empathetic, and tries hard to give him a space away from everything else, so he can talk about his feelings, thoughts about the future, whatever with her, and not have to worry about anyone judging him or telling him he can't do something.

Now, when it comes to Ivy Nicole's family, it took her a long time to tell them about Ellis. Not because she wanted to hide him from her family. Rather, she wanted to keep him as a safe space for as long as she could. Running away to New Bordeaux was, in her opinion, the best choice she ever made. She loves being there. Loves the people. Loves the community she has been able to find. Ivy Nicole has a very complicated relationship with her family. She has the tendency to think that they'd ruin anything they'd touch. She wanted to keep Ellis, and by extension, Sammy and Father James, away from her family, to keep them safe and whole. To her surprise, her family was very excited about her Ellis. They wanted to meet him and Sammy as soon as they could. Ivy Nicole was nervous about that, nervous her mom and dad would say something about her past, nervous her brothers were going to be too protective. But it went better than she thought it would. Turns out, her parents just want her to be happy. Who would have known? They loved Ellis, and he seemed to get along well with them. Her mother enjoyed talking to Sammy. Her father floated between talking to both Ellis and Sammy and tried to make sure Ivy Nicole's oldest brother acted right. Ivy Nicole was both relieved and disappointed that her favorite brother wasn't able to meet Ellis and Sammy. He was in jail at the time. He never got to meet them. He didn’t get out until ‘69.

General

2. Who initiated the relationship, and how did they go about it?

Ooo! Ellis approached her first, but neither initiated the relationship per se. They just kind of realized they were dating. Or they might as well say they're dating because they practically have been for a bit. They were just hanging out in Ellis’ room one evening, and Ivy Nicole just kinda reached over and grabbed his hands and was like ‘Are we dating? Have we been dating?” And Ellis was like “Holy shit! I guess so!” They both were very happy afterward and smiling at each other like crazy.

Love

8. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Ooo, they love both! I think they think they like physical affection the most, but really, they both love verbal affection. It's easy to touch, but talking doesn't come naturally. So when either of them finally work up the courage to tell the other how much they love and care about the other person, it makes them feel even more “fulfilled” than they thought it would.

Domestic Life

9. How do they celebrate holidays?

They're not the most traditional people in the world. I think it's important for them to like cover the basics, but I dont think they beat themselves up over following things to a T. They like decorating for the holiday and the actual celebrating of it, but when it comes to the nitty gritty, they do the best they can.

#stevie snanswers #text #m*fia game #ivy nicole harris #ellis robinson #thank you again for sending these in! i had a blast answering them!

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cavinginhisfvce · 2 years

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Modern!AU

'I can explain, please..."

The first time they hooked up had been after Tina's Halloween party.

It was rushed, intense, but that small taste of Billy had Steve dropping to his knees every other day for the next two months.

What started as a means of getting off, soon began to morph into something real.

At least for Billy it had been.

But, one Monday morning, after a particularly bad round with his father that left him bedridden for the week, Billy had walked into school to the murmurs of Steve and Nancy having rekindled their relationship.

Apparently, they'd worked out their issues and were back stronger than ever.

The blond would be lying if he said it hadn't stung. Would probably admit to anyone who bothered to ask or care that his chest felt hollow with each whisper of the couple.

But, no one cared, no one ever did when it came to Billy. He couldn't blame them, he made caring a task.

It wasn't hard to see why Steve had chosen to get back with Nancy rather than pursue an actual relationship with the boy.

They'd been headed down that path, they had been going on small dates to test the waters, testing their chemistry beyond the bedroom.

Not that any of it mattered anymore, because Steve had Nancy again, and Billy was left alone.

He's almost glad he never worked up the nerve to tell Steve about Neil, at least as far as the latter knew, Neil was just stricter than strict, and would sometimes lay into Billy if he really fucked up.

Which was only partially a lie, because 'sometimes' was nearly daily, but that was Billy's business.

For the following week, Billy seemed to be just going through the motions, despite his still healing ribs and face, Billy was quick to egg his father on in ways he hadn't dared since moving to Hawkins, but he'd wanted to feel something besides the constant ache in his chest, and feel he did. His bruised body parts came back with a vengeance, any sudden movement was a race against gasping in pain, and outright crying. But, he was managing. He was okay.

He was content to pretend Steve didn't exist outside of basketball practice, but apparently that wasn't good enough for King Steve, because after a grueling practice, he'd cornered Billy when everyone had gone home and the younger had finally snuck into the showers. He wasn't keen on bathing with the team when his chest and back both resembled some sort of fucked painting.

Billy had just managed to peel his shirt off and toss it aside when Steve walked up to him, his arms crossed over his chest as he took in the state of Billy's body.

The intensity in his stare was enough to have Billy gritting his teeth and spitting out, "the fuck you want, man?"

He'd gone for anger, but even he clocked the tired twinge in his speech.

"You haven't answered any of my texts."

Billy couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from his lips, his head shaking in disbelief. "Because I blocked your number, Harrington."

"What? Why?" Steve sounded hurt when he asked, and wasn't that just fucking hilarious.

"Got nothing to say to you, King Steve." The name was accompanied by a sneer, a look perfected from years of practice and use.

"Baby…" Steve's voice had gone soft in that way it always did when he spoke to Billy behind closed doors, the way it probably gets for Nancy now.

It's that thought that has Billy taking a step back from Steve, his head shaking quickly as he raises an accusatory finger in his direction, "No! You don't get to call me that anymore!"

Steve's brow pinched in visible confusion, but Billy looked away so their eyes no longer held the latter's gaze.

Steve looked almost ready to protest, to demand an answer for why Billy had flown off the handle at him, before he seemed to realize what was happening, and his hands reached out to grab at the smaller of the two.

Who once again took a step back from Steve as if he was being burned, only to hit the wall with a barely concealed wince.

Any response Steve had was snuffed out, when it seemed like for the first time in that moment, Steve had cataloged Billy's injuries. Especially if the way he gasped and once again reached out to him was meant to mean anything.

"Bills, what's going on?"

This startled a laugh out of the shorter boy, his hands messily replacing his once discarded shirt. "Fuck off, Harrington. You had your fun, let it go."

Again, Steve appeared to be genuinely hurt at Billy's words, but it hadn't detoured him, "My fun? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Whatever you need for it to mean."

"Is this about Nancy? I was gonna tell you, I swear…" The guilt lacing the older boy's words was enough to Billy. It was all too telling.

"Tell me what, Stevie? That I was just a placeholder for you, a warm hole whose feelings were never important? That I wasn't ever an option, because why the fuck would I ever be?"

If Billy's voice cracked with every word, neither male commented on it. If Billy's eyes filled with unshed tears, it didn't matter to anyone but the blond himself, who subtly raised his hands to wipe below his waterline.

"No! Gods, Billy, no.." He was shaking his head, but all Billy could focus on was the pounding in his ears, and the way his chest constricted as he tried to take in air.

"I can explain, please…"

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove needs a hug #steve fucked up #billy wont hear him out #hes been hurt too much #this pain? it feels like it could be end of him holding it together #i love steve but angst #its anyones guess why steve got back with nancy #use ur imaginations #my reason is stupid so i shant share it <3 #feel free to share urs tho!#i wrote this with a broken brain so enjoy my typos and nonsense <3 #modern era #i can explain please

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There was no jellicle sun, but Victoria. She was his. For she filled his life with a light nothing in the air should ever dare to compete.

Platoria headcanons

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ When they were kittens, Plato used to have an irrational fear about losing Victoria in the snow so Victoria would always stay by his side as they were walking together. Over time Plato got over this fear, but he and Victoria still walk by each other with their tails intertwined during winter.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plato is training to be a protector, so sometimes Victoria calls him her knight.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plato never really considered himself a dancer, sure he would dance as all the jellicles do. But he only truly became passionate about it when he met Victoria, watching her dance only inspired him to further his own abilities.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Victoria didn’t pursue Plato at first, she dismissed her earlier feelings for him as a one-off crush that she’d get over in a week. To be fair to Victoria, that was the case with most of her crushes.

But Plato was different, she started unknowingly paying attention to the little things he’d do when they spent time together. Like how he’d lick his paw and brush it against his mane when he felt someone was staring at it for too long (he thought it meant his mane was knotted), or how his tail would go into a zig-zag shape whenever he got embarrassed. The more things she noticed, the more drawn to him she felt.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ For Plato, there was no initial doubt of his love for Victoria. When he fell he fell hard. He was sure he was in love with her, however, what held him back most was his hesitations about Victoria being too good for him.

So he longed for her from a distance for a long while, but the more he longed for her the more he wanted to make her his. He began courting her, eager to show her just how deeply he cared for her. Even if he felt his love wasn’t returned, he cared for Victoria and wanted to thank her for being his dearest friend.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Victoria dislikes being infantilized, while it isn’t a thing that universally happens to her; a few queens and toms did have their “treating her like a child” moments as she’d say. Plato was always her friend and was the first to see her for what she was in the present. A young queen and no kitten.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plato was the first to say “I love you” to Victoria, and when it happened he didn’t even realize he said it. They were both alone. About to say goodbye after the night at the ball, as Victoria moved her paw out of his grasp to leave he blurted it out in a whisper.

Vocalizing his internal thoughts unconsciously. They already knew that they loved each other; they'd just never said it before then. There was some small silence after that which Victoria broke with a kiss.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ While Victoria is well aware of Plato’s romantic gestures for her, she does enjoy playing coy when she can tell he’s nervous. Most of the time it’s to get Plato to finally coax out of his nerves. The teasing is never anything generally mean-spirited, Victoria just keeps asking Plato questions until he feels comfortable enough to spill.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Both Victoria and Plato speak ever so fondly of each other. To Victoria, Plato is all she had dreamed of embodied and with additional quirks that just make her admire him more. Which did lead to her gushing about him to her friends before and after they started dating.

As for Plato, he feels eternally grateful for having Victoria in his life. While he doesn’t boast about Victoria too often to others, say maybe occasionally to George or Etcetera (which Cettie normally prompts) he’d rather show it to Victoria directly. Reminding her of just how much she means to him through his words is almost routine for the couple.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Victoria helps Plato see beauty in almost everything. Plato used to hate NewYear's, which isn’t particularly unusual among most of the jellicles. Only very few seem to enjoy the sight of fireworks, Victoria being one of them.

The first time she saw the fireworks she was standing at her humans’ window, the loud noises did scare her at first but before she could fall off the desk in fear the bright glittering lights in the sky caught her attention.

She was almost entranced by the sight, staring at it in awe. Victoria after discovering new years was an annual thing for humans, began to look forward to it deeply; she had a special spot in the junkyard where she’d watch them from.

Plato wanted to join her many times but couldn’t bring himself too, the fireworks only reminded him of his father’s magic and brought back some memories he struggled to move forward from.

One time, as Victoria was preparing to watch the fireworks again she caught sight of Plato watching her from a safe distance and inside a crate. She invited him to sit with her and they opened up to each other about their own feelings on fireworks.

Victoria sympathized with Plato but wanted to offer her own perspective on the “dancing stars” as she calls them. Victoria’s description, and the way her voice was full of such immeasurable joy it made Plato’s heart melt.

Before they both knew it the first firework set off in the sky. Initially, Plato's ears drooped and his eyes dilated, but then he felt Victoria's tail draping over him, shielding him from his inner turmoil. In that moment, Plato truly saw the beauty both in the sky and in his heart.

#Platoria #victoria the white cat #Plato (cats)#cats the musical #cats headcanons #long post #Forgive me for my crimes of corniness #CH

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Etere: Chapter I

Oh, gosh, no, I'm doing this. Okay. This is, yeah, it's Aether, like I said I wouldn't do, even a little bit. Yes it says Chapter I, yes there's more, don't look at me.

Content warning for canon-typical misuse of Catholicism. I am not Catholic. This is all wrong. I've made it so much worse. I'm sorry. There's also like, some really, really poorly translated Italian. I also do not speak Italian. This is a mess. Look upon my shame with caution.

The story of Job had been the inspiration — take one of the Lord's best and test them. There was precedent for a devout human to stand his ground against the forces of evil. But an angel resisting the temptation of demons? That would be interesting.

It need not be a particularly high-ranking angel. In fact, it was better it wasn't. Any angel would do. Hell, however, would not be a suitable location. The Principalities refused to let one of their own set foot in such a place. Earth was the only solution. But Earth was a very big place.

They supposed they should consider which demon, or demons, might be suitable challengers. It ought to be ones familiar with Earth — waiting for the demons to get accustomed to the terrain would only needlessly draw out the experiment. The problem was that most demons who physically inhabited the world of the living weren't particularly organized. Most recklessly haunted old buildings or wreaked havoc through possessions, and were regularly overcome by mere humans. Although far from average, it became clear that the only demons built for the task were those serving under Papa Emeritus IV. Those seven ghouls were the only ones reliable enough to be trusted with such an assignment. Each side liked their odds. The church was contacted, details were discussed, and an agreement was made.

The topic of which angel should be tested resurfaced. It shouldn't be a man — they'd done that last time. Besides, the archangels were eager to try again after the Eve incident. It was the 21st century, after all, and women ought to have another go at it. For simplicity, she should be an angel who had also spent a considerable amount of time on Earth. This, again, significantly narrowed down the subject pool. After much consideration, an angel named Ardis was selected. She was, by all accounts, perfectly average.

Ardis was summoned to the ghouls' cathedral three days before the two-month experiment was to start. Her higher-ups had accompanied her to ensure the location and their opponents were acceptable. Papa Emeritus IV, who quickly insisted upon just being called “Papa”, and the seven ghouls who worked in the church were in attendance. Ardis had never seen such spirits before. They were dressed in all black and each sported a silver, horned mask with small cut-outs for the eyes and mouth. She tried not to stare at their long tails, but her eyes kept flickering to them as Papa and her superiors discussed the details. She did her best to focus on their faces for the sake of being polite and discovered she would likely have trouble telling them apart. She could differentiate between the two women easily enough – one was slimmer and taller than the other. But as for the five men? Three of them looked identical. Heaven help her. Thankfully, one of them had the courtesy to be much taller than everyone else, and another was clearly rather muscular, even through all the layers of black fabric. She could feel herself staring. His eyes were hidden behind the shadows cast by his mask, so she couldn’t tell if she’d been caught admiring his broad shoulders. It was best not to test her luck and focus her gaze solely on the strange man in the face paint for the time being.

It soon seemed that both sides were in agreement. Two months of temptation. The angels won if Ardis remained devout to her faith. The demons won if anything else happened. Tiebreaker of the ages. No pressure.

On the decided date, Ardis stood before the outer wall of the… monastery? Cathedral? She realized she wasn’t sure what they called this building. She was alone, carrying only a small suitcase full of her few belongings. Steeling her nerves, she knocked on the large door. She fidgeted with her hair while she waited. A moment later, the door opened to reveal the broad-shouldered ghoul she’d met a few days prior. “Ardis, was it?” he asked. She realized this was the first time she’d heard him speak. His voice was deeper than she expected, and she couldn’t quite place his accent.

“Yes, sir,” she said, nodding slightly.

The cut-out on his mask was just big enough to reveal a tiny smirk. “Welcome. Right this way.” He opened the door further and ushered her inside. She thanked him and stepped into the familiar garden. The grounds surrounding her new home were admittedly beautiful. Although the statues peppered throughout the large garden were a bit grotesque and unsettling, the space was very well maintained. She admired her surroundings as she followed him towards the building. There was a thick evergreen forest just beyond the opposite stone wall. Perhaps it was just an effect of the soon-to-be-setting sun, but something about that dense wood made her uneasy. Aether must have caught her gaze lingering past the wall and interrupted her thoughts with, “I would stay out of that forest if I were you. There is nothing for you in there. And do try to stay within the grounds after nightfall.”

She hummed in acknowledgement. Some questions were better left unanswered. She was perfectly happy not knowing what lurked in the dark. She turned her attention to the building before her. It too was made of stone and featured many colorful stained-glass windows. She couldn’t quite make out the designs from the angle she was at, and made a mental note to examine them later as the ghoul pushed open the front door.

The man in the face paint—Papa, she remembered—was chatting with the remaining ghouls in the foyer when she entered the building. Lanterns lined the marble walls, casting shimmering lights up to the tall, arched ceilings. She felt a shiver run up her spine when her guide shut the door shut behind her, the sound of it echoing through the hall. This was it. Her two months had officially begun.

Papa stopped and turned around to greet them. “Allora, there she is. Ardis, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” Ardis said with a polite nod as the group all gathered around. The ghoul she’d been following joined his peers.

“Wonderful, wonderful, yes, welcome,” Papa said, clapping his gloved hands together. He was dressed in his papal gown this time—it was Sunday, after all. The ghouls were whispering amongst themselves. Some seemed curious, while others clearly already had mischievous thoughts running through their heads. A few tails twitched excitedly. “I am glad you have made it here safely. You are just in time for the liturgy. As I am sure you can imagine, we are very excited to have you, little one.”

Ardis was very quickly starting to feel like prey, but did her best to put on a brave face. She’d never had a negative interaction with them during their brief encounters, but they were on opposite sides of an eternal battle. They all knew why she was there, but only her hosts knew what was in store for her.

"Our angel will be staying with, ehm, what did we decide... Ah, yes, Aether should be a fine match, sì?" The strange pope indicated toward the group of ghouls and the man who let her in flashed a playful toothy grin. She’d never noticed his fangs before and paled slightly. "Yes, you will bunk with Aether during your time with us.”

She simply nodded, trying to hide her surprise that she'd be sharing a room with one of the ghouls — and one of the male ones, at that. Although she supposed he seemed like one of the calmest of the bunch, so it certainly could have been worse. Some of the shorter ghouls seemed particularly rambunctious in a way that made her rather nervous.

“Oh, I suppose introductions are in order, yes?” Papa turned the floor over to the masked ghouls so each could introduce themself. First, there was Aether, whom Ardis had just met. Then was a man named Sodo, who seemed to be the shortest of the men. That was the one who made her a bit nervous for reasons she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Next was a ghoul named Rain, whom she was certain she would mix up with Sodo constantly. Mountain, conveniently, was clearly the tallest of the bunch. That one was easy. Swiss seemed equally as rambunctious as Sodo, but wasn’t quite as petite. Then Cirrus was the taller of the two women, and Cumulus was the shorter of the pair. Goodness, this was going to be tricky, especially between Sodo, Rain, and Swiss.

“It’s nice to meet you all. I apologize if it takes me a while to get your names right,” Ardis said timidly.

“Oh, it’s alright, dear,” Cirrus—was that Cirrus? Yes, definitely Cirrus—said with a warm laugh. “We know it can be hard with the masks.”

Ardis gave her a grateful smile. She knew they were likely just trying to lower her defences by making her feel comfortable, but… Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad.

"Mass will begin soon,” Papa continued, “then it is time for dinner, and then the rest of the evening is yours to spend how you wish. We can give you a proper tour in the morning. Aether, take her bag to your room for her, will you? We will meet you in the sanctuary.”

Next: Chapter II

#etere #that's my crush tag for him so i can be organized #it's just aether in italian #carbo writes

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the-bees-patella · 1 year

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AAAAAA i would like to know about all of these, but i’ll ask…

hhhh how do i choose

ok ok im closing my eyes and pointing—

untitled goose war game

(how do u feel about multiple asks? asking for a friend 👉👈)

(from this WIP post).

I'm sorry this is so horrifically long, but you ended up asking about one of my longest and long-standing projects! And please feel free to send as many asks as you like!

I don't even remember what I saw that reminded me of the concept of a Soulmate Goose (AO3 tag: "Alternate Universe - The Soulmate Goose of Enforcement"), wherein the premise is: one day, you wake up with a goose sitting on you and it leads you in some way or another to your soulmate, shenanigans ensue (it's often paired with the tag "Goose-typical violence"), and then you say oh and kiss and/or complete whatever other romantic rituals the author deems necessary, the goose disappears, and presumably, you continue to kiss and hold hands for eternity or whatever.

At around the same time, a friend informed me that Cody calls Anakin almost exclusively by his first name in the books and comics and the sheer disrespect necessary for that to happen absolutely killed me. I did not and will not be doing a fact-check because I believe we need whatever droplets of joy we can wring from this wretched washcloth of a timeline.

Looking at the dates, I'd just published my first Clone Wars fic and discovered two things in the process: 1) I needed to write more clone relationships immediately; 2) Cody's a right bastard.

Naturally, I decided it would be hilarious for Cody to get his goose and for it to run directly for Rex…only to be intercepted by one Anakin Skywalker. Anakin is, of course, enthralled with the idea of true love and building a home and a sense of belonging.

Cody would rather put own his eyes out with a spork. Hijinks ensue.

I started writing from Cody's perspective and got pretty well into it before I realized that in order for this rom-com scenario to work he'd have to: 1) realize that Rex likes him very much, 2) realize that, he, too likes Rex as a human person. At this point in the story they'd been fucking for months. Cody has been extremely chill and very relaxed about Rex in the CC groupchat. There was a whole thing with a grenade and a compass.

So I had to start over with someone who both had at least 50% of this mission-critical information, or at least the ability to stop playing 5D asshole chess with himself to figure it out, and also didn't make me want to do a little recreational enucleation.

Sorry, Rex.

A couple other fun facts:

The goose is a manifestation of the Living Force and therefore cannot die. Cody discovers this and starts sending GT-0101 on air reconnaissance missions.

The goose will not be paid in kisses or revelations. The goose demands blood. The goose will only accept human sacrifice; that is, total emotional honesty and nothing less.

(Does Cody just end up dying with the goose still next to him? Who can say.)

What this means is that you could fuck in front of the goose all the livelong day and it would remain, with its beady eyes and horrible beak teeth.

Cody is the first clone to get a goose. Make of that what you will.

Snippet:

“All right, General Kenobi?” “What? Oh, yes. If anyone is up to the task of—er—wooing Cody, it’s Anakin, I suppose.” They look over to where Cody and Skywalker are engaged in a ferocious tug-of-war over the goose. Skywalker seems to have clasped Cody’s hands over his death grip on the bird, and Rex can practically smell the yearning as his general makes aggressively optimistic eye contact. Cody doesn’t break his glare because he’s always been braver than Rex. “Skywalker,” he says. “Don’t make me take your other hand.” Rex turns back to General Kenobi. “You want to put credits on that, sir?” “The Force works in mysterious ways,” Kenobi says, much too cheerful, and gives Rex a side hug, something he has never done before in his life. Everyone is being extremely normal about this.

#untitled goose war game #this is cody's villain origin story #codex #tcw fic #cloneshipping #wip game #on writing #i have a words #answered

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ok, ok, im thinking what if sasuke didn't meet Itachi when he did 3:42 AM · Jul 7, 2017

what if sasuke managed to get to Naruto and Jiraiya and tell them "yo my psycho murdering brother is here for naruto" and there they left

no confrontation. nothing to set more rage in. just a bit of worry for his friend and he gets this… this desire to protect what he has

rather than avenge what he has lost. kakashi is very impressed with this brat and he's like "well you get stronger??"

Iruka smacks him like and is like "that's your will of fire." and sasuke, who kinda zoned out whenever iruka talked about that is like "???"

so iruka smiles (blinding kakashi) and explains to him what it is, and sasuke, the fucking moron, finally gets it, and he looks at them like

he sees sakura, smart, talented sakura, and iruka and kakashi as weird dads, and naruto, for all his stupidity, he looks at them like family

this is his family and he wants to protect them. he wants to keep them safe. they start looking at him funny, he's like "what?" he's crying

naruto's poking at him, sakura smiles, iruka smiles awkwardly and kakashi looks bored - relaxing when iruka holds his hand - and he's happy

it is the first of many emotional dinners at the ichiraku ramen stand.

sakura would realize they were all a family sometime after this, getting ramen with kakashi n iruka after naruto n sasuke left with jiraiya

they'd be chatting about a letter they received and all of a sudden it hits her - these guys are /her/ family too. its just not the boys

naruto literally does not put these feelings to words until he's about to marry hinata. the thoughts never come to him. he just /knows/

Iruka shamelessly decides to refer to them as his family like on the 5th dinner date. doesn't get the feels until after the chunin exams

doesn't start romantically thinking ab kakashi until it's just the two of them in his apartment drinking tea, ten months after he boys left

kakashi refuses to think of them anything more than tiny soldiers training to be killing machines.

but it's impossible with naruto dragging them to ichiraku and inviting iruka along and watching them all interact and fuck he's /fond/

he discovers that he will bend to iruka's will. if the man asks anything, kakashi /will share everything/ and it sucks bc gai's watching

so he's like "alright i have a thing for this man and i'm pretty sure he likes me because he's sticking around" and assumes they're mutual

after The Sasuke Crying At Ichiraku incident, he starts thinking ab it and is like "do i consider these people family" and he's like "i do"

imagine his shock when iruka turns to him one night like "kakashi, when did we start dating" "since the sasuke ichiraku incident?" "oh ok"

iruka starts laughing hysterically, through tears he says "you bastard, it's been a year, where's my first kiss" kakashi fucking dies

they're both on the floor, laughing, tears pooling in their eyes, and it's just so funny. they calm down and just /look/ at each other with

so much fondness n love, they're just spooning and giving so many kisses bc, and i quote, "365 days is a long time to go without any kisses"

this did not mean to become ninja dad content but here we are 4:39 AM · Jul 7, 2017

#bogs' muttering #the great naruto twitter to tumblr transfer #naruto #kakairu

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𝓔𝓲𝓶𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼

Characters: Eimi Ochida, Haruka Kiritani, Mafuyu Asahina, Emu Otori, Shiho Hinomori

Type: headcanons, fluff

Note: Just realized I didn't made any hcs of lovers for Eimi- Also she's not cannonically shipped by me with anyone so feel free to take your pick or maybe even suggest someone!

Haruka Kiritani

Their relationship would be most likely through idol career since that's mostly how they met in the first place... I mean... it's technically perfect but at the same time very risky! Eimi can't let it show too much to not loose her job and Haruka can't let it show because it'll go all around the internet in just a second!

As for their match... they're both rather calm and hardworking but also caring for others! So I just feel like they'd watch out after each other to make sure none of them is overworking themselves. They're also really quiet and rarely affectionate couple but actually really sweet!

"Haruka, you've been working out for 2 hours straight... let's take a break now, I'll give you a massage."

"Was it this long? Wel... alright. Even if I decline, I know you'll be persistant..."

"Ah- I'm sorry... I simply care about you. So I'd say it'd be the best if you stop for now or even today and we could get some comfort food after the massage?"

"Then best to order it! I didn't took my disguise with me today..."

Mafuyu Asahina

This choice might be surprising for some and I'm gonna spoil some backstory here but I want to give accurate hcs so! but both of the girls actually have bad relationship with their parents. Eimi is just noticing they're actually bad while Mafuyu stays slightly oblivious to that fact so far. And while purple haired girl can get emotionless in a second and actually shows her true self, green haired girl has small problem with that... untill she got into relationship with Mafuyu! She began trusting her and now just she knows her worries~

As for their relationship... they're helping each other in different ways! Eimi offers her girlfriend a place to stay when she decides to run off or have a break, while Mafuyu let's her lover get her emotions out into her shoulders and give her advices, and speak words she needed to hear.

"So, are you running away for good or did you made sleepover excuse again?"

"Sleepover."

"Fair enough. I'm happy to have you around then~"

Emu Otori

Chaotic ray of sunshine and her calm girlfriend who get's her out of trouble... that's relationship between them! But they're so different... you may ask yourself, how did they even got together? Well... Eimi fell for pink haired girl's childishness and how she can always brighten the mood! While Emu fell for green haired girl's ability of never being tired from her ideas and always indulging in them, thinking of better solution instead of straight up rejecting them, it showed she cares!

Plus, Emu doesn't need to worry about her family accepting Eimi, since she's naturally pretty formal and from rich family so she knows how to make good first impression. In fact, they may've even trusted their youngest sister when her girlfriend's around!

"Won... Wonderhoy, Eimi! Gues what I got for us today!!"

Wonderhoy, Emu~ Well... I'd guess it has something to do with the taiyaki you're hiding behind your back?"

"AH- How did you know?!! But yes! I wanted to have super fun date with you before show starts!"

Shiho Hinomori

Similiar with first pairing... both have actually rather similiar personalities! Not as much, but still rather similiar... except! Eimi is usually gentle with her remarks and suggestions, while Shiho can be considered a bit cold sometimes... but that never was a problem to green haired girl! In fact, she liked how she didn't hid anything nad spoke her mind out. As for gray haired girl... she liked dedication of the other girl towards her profession and the perfect advices she always gave.

And their relationship... both usually settle on quieter date's, when both can work on their stuff usually handholding or Eimi having her hand on her lover's lap if she's playing on bass. The manager is also working free for Leo/need since she can't help but help with their grow when she sees them and her girlfriend so motivated!

"Hm hm hm hm~♪"

"Peaky Peaky?"

"Yeah... but how did you know? I played it once to you and in it's demo..."

"I tend to remember your songs~"

#project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #oc #project sekai oc #oc x character #fluff #headcanons #haruka kiritani #mafuyu asahina #emu otori #shiho hinomori

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I put CWs, but I'll add a foreward; this post deals with drugs (magic mushrooms), sexual trauma, childhood abuse, and some religion. It's also maybe the most candid thing I've written in a long time.

This past weekend was my husband's birthday. We had date night Friday, and we decided to lemon tek some APEs that we've had sitting around for a while. I was worried they'd lose their potency because we put zero serious effort into storing them correctly and it has been months. These ones had been fantastic the past few times we partook, and we'd only been doing small amounts (small for us is 1-3g typically, and I usually eat rather than lemon tek which is a mellower, longer experience).

It's been a while as I mentioned, so my tolerance was back to zero, so when I finished my cup of lemon earl grey and asked how much I'd just had, I got a little anxious when he said it was 3.5g. But I had already set my mind to enjoying the evening for his benefit, so I calmed myself and got ready for the ride.

We've got a year and a half of eating mushrooms together now, we started just before my 30th birthday. I'd had them once before and it was not a good experience (yay music festivals and mixing substances) and he had done a lot of exploring in his teen and early adult years, but it had been a while. I delved headlong into the studies of psychonautica and mycology, and discovered I have better retention for mycological facts in my adulthood than I did for spelling or debunked urban legends in childhood (absolute mastery of those subjects, as a kid anyway).

We went into the bedroom, because the most important discovery I've made about enjoying the ride is that oxytocin is the miracle chem that turns a mushroom high into a full sensory vacation; though in the ounces upon ounces I've consumed, even pushing 7g in an evening and timing my medications for maximum effect, I'd never reached that state that neurotypicals (and even other autists/ptsd cases) tell tales of. Cohesion has never been the name of my game.

Our sex life, I won't go into, but it involves a lot of discussion of concepts reserved for the privacy of just us- this is relevant, I'm not just bragging or baiting. We started to do our thing, intimacy, closeness, playing roles that weren't really divorced from reality, and I came into full swing.

The intrusive thoughts that plague me always, and especially during sexy funtimes, became more tangible and less repetitive or fleeting. I started crying, (which was perfectly appropriate and enjoyable for both parties).

Sooner than expected, the sun was rising, and I was living renewed. Two major understandings came to me: one, much subtler and less applicable to daily life; the other, a complete audit of my entire identity.

The first realization was a spiritual one. I've always been an atheist. I tried to believe in something, anything, but none of the proffered options gave me any sort of inspiration.

I've also always had inclinations towards believing in the essence, soul, maybe even consciousness of things around me. Toy Story spoke to me as a tiny kid, and when Pocahontas sang "every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name", that resonated with me. Maybe it's cliché, or maybe there's an inherent respect for the world around us children understand that our society teaches us to ignore. Those movies were hits for a reason. Either way, especially since starting mushrooms but even before, I've felt tapped into something. My Buddhist studies have felt the closest to, well, not understanding it, but definitely vibing with it, whatever it is. And this weekend I connected the thing I do feel in some ways and some times with the stories other people have told of spiritual experiences. My brain is more inclined to see it as some sort of magic, and I've worried I've got schizophrenia many times for having some supernatural... not beliefs, but openness I suppose. It's always felt like a flaw, but I see now that it's just the thing all those other people have been going on about my whole life. They just layer all their tangible bullshit on top of it and make it so hard to see. And seeking whatever this is feels very very different to the assertion of seeking "answers" or some form of "explanation" regarding the nature of existence. Fictional media concepts like the warp, or the multiverse, or parallel dimensions (yes I know that's covered by the multiverse), higher and lower planes of existence, the threads that connect all things, even enlightenment; they're all referring to this place I've been going for a long time and I finally understand that now.

The second revelation, I've called it an epiphany, I've posted about incessantly since having it both here and on facebook.

Everything I use to define myself, every aspect of my personality I recognize and feel I know, is a result of, either by adherence to or rebellion from, a set of expectations that were forced upon me from birth. On one side of my family, there were the best of intentions, trying to encourage an educated, compassionate, caring, sensitive person. One with confidence and self-esteem, even though those were struggles for everyone guiding me. On the other, one person had control, and his expectations were not rules set out but reality presented in the form of facts and logical rants and arguments that begged their own questions. It was also a childhood of warnings, explanations, exposure to concepts far beyond a child's years. I was to be smart, quick-witted, fit, rational, completely sexually repressed, modest in clothing but not in academia, and entirely dependent. Mental illness wasn't an option, disability a choice I was to opt out of. I was taught cultural knowledge that was out of date by my birth let alone my tween years. The world around me had a lens of his perception. When I decided I would not be torn down for making my own life choices any more, I walked out of his house and stopped seeing him for years. While his mother and sister held control of me financially, they pressured me to "just go see him" and I refused. During that time, I worked very hard at unlearning the twisted life lessons he'd given me, the fundamental "truths" that were no such thing. When I was in my early 20s, I thought I had shaken his programming and rejoiced that I was no longer spewing ignorant bile at the expense of the people around me, that I had deprogrammed myself.

This weekend, I realized how much deeper it went. I don't share his views anymore, but I was still bound by a deeper programming. Realization after realization hit me in waves. Every formative memory holds a trauma that has defined me for 30+ years. Every deviance from the norm I have, I can track to his behaviours, his words, his intentions. Including the source of most difficult shame, my sexuality.

I'm still not comfortable talking about the specifics of things in my head. But I had not realized until this weekend that they weren't facets of my inherent self; he put them there. His warnings and admonitions, so early in my life, meant I knew what incest was before I knew what sex was. Meant I knew what repressed memories were before I understood trauma. I remember not believing him when he told me women didn't enjoy sex, because how could it be objectionable when I already wanted it so bad, so young? I considered myself precocious until recently; the warning signs had been there the whole time, but I assumed I'd become who I am naturally and wasn't like others who only developed early sexuality from relevant abuse.

I've known for years the things he had been accused of, and also been told by anyone that would answer that the situation was complicated, that he probably hadn't done anything, that it was a misunderstanding, that maybe the witness lied and that's why she didn't come back to court to testify. Nobody wanted me to understand how terrifying it would be to go up against him in court, a small woman tied to our families, part of the social circle, whose house I'm sure he had been to. A teenage girl trying to protect a toddler without protection for herself.

From my late teens onward, I considered the signs that I'd been molested to be signs that our mental healthcare system was so terrible I'd been traumatized by that. A false allegation can still land the kid in probing meetings with adults who want to get something out of them. I do think spending my entire childhood in therapy traumatized me. I also wish they'd told me the truth. That they weren't sending me "just in case, because he yells so much", that they saw that I was suffering symptoms of complex trauma even at age 2 and they wanted to intervene. Even if I hadn't understood it, what I was told gave me room to believe his side. I kept believing his side for so long, it become the lore I told myself and others.

I realized, I've been running my whole life, and I don't have a self to find. He made sure of that.

Wave after wave of connection and realization made our evening of drugs and sex complex and amazing and ultimately, freeing.

I don't have to hate my body. I don't have to struggle to find clothes that cover perfectly normal parts. I don't have to compensate with gender confusion, sexuality confusion, hating labels and trying to find one and feeling like it's incomplete anyway. I don't have to have a cool name.

I get to build a person, and that person doesn't have to be perfect or better than anyone else. I don't have to look down on people for circumstances beyond their control. I don't have to be a judgmental dick just because I was traumatized into being one.

And I can have sex whenever I want, with whomever I want, and it doesn't have to be the sole purpose of my life to find the emotional fulfillment and validation sex provides. That can just be a fun side quest I do with my husband regularly. You know, to grind those skill points up or whatever.

I have energy. I have accomplished so much this week. I even cleaned the fridge and pantry. I danced. I played with the dog. For the first time in my life, I am Hannah, I am present, and I am free.

#twdrugs #tw abuse #tw grooming #tw gaslighting #tw molestation #trip report #tw religion #magic mushrooms #complex ptsd #dissociation #ptsd #cptsd #shrooms #psilocybin #albino penis envy #APE #i love you goodnight

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mysticdragon3md3 · 1 year

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Time for my picks for what i might want to buy from this recent WonHobby event.

Even though I've narrowed my interests down to these, i dont have much motivation to spend money on them.

Sure, i like Spy x Family, but I'm not absolutely obsessed with it. I already bought all the Forger Nendoroids. Even when i first saw this winter coat Anya Nendoroid, my immediate reaction was feeling secure that i could save my money from buying her. My need to buy the announced Anya faceplates set lasted longer, but already, I'm beginning to think i could painlessly save my money from buying them.

And though i freaked out when this Kamen Rider Nendo got revealed, that was more because of what it meant. Kamen Rider is one of Bandia's big figure lines. I NEVER thought they'd let Good Smile Company make Kamen Rider figures. Though the IP actually belongs to Toei, they've just been so entrenched with Bandai, especially the Kamen Rider brand, which often creates toys first, then writes a series around Bandai's toy designs.

I'm not actually set on buying this Shin Kamen Rider Nendoroid. My favorite riders are from the latter Heisei. I'd rather save my money for my actual favorite characters; not just for my favorite franchises.

I already did all that. I paid my collector dues, supporting a franchise, buying their figures, despite the specific figures not being my favorite characters, just to encourage GoodSmile to make more figures of that franchise. Most of my Touken Ranbu figures aren't my favorite characters. I just wanted to send Good Smile Company the message that there is a demand for male figures, they should make more, and specifically should make more Touken Ranbu Nendoroids, particularly of the Date-gumi.

And GoodSmile got the message. They created the Orange Rouge brand, specifically citing the sudden demand for male figures. We also threw up a fuss over Nendoroid More sets giving accessories to only female characters, with none for male. We had to badger them into making Nendoroid More grooms to go with the Nendoroid More Brides. Do you remember when all the Nendoroid More Dress Up sets were only female? Because, i do. I own both the Pajamas and Swimsuits sets, which are older Nendoroid More sets, before GSC realized we also wanted male figures and accessories for them. That was back when series would get Nendoroids for their entire female main cast, but leave out the male character, even if he was the protagonist. Back in the day, Konosuba would have gotten Nendoroids for all the girls, but would have left out Kazama. Re Zero woukd have gotten Nendoroids for their entire female cast, but would've left out Subaru. I know, because i remember when their Nendoroids were announced, and it was kind if surprising. Even Bandai Tamashii Nations described in a Forbes article, that their competition (obviously GoodSmile) specialized more in female figures, leaving male characters open for Bandai to make into figures instead. That has changed. And thankfully. Now Nendoroid More sets are equally male and female. The medical Dress Up set, the Suits sets, the Coming of Age Ceremony sets, the maid/butler sets, etc. (Though their attempts to rebrand their flatter chest Nendoroid More bunnygirls as bunny boys, was pretty weak. Even 10 years before tha5 bunnygirl set, the sculpt in an older Nendoroid like Combat Butler Hayate proved they already knew how to sculpt a male body differentlyfrom female. And those flatter chested bunnygirls were clearly not it.) Male chatacters are now just as likely to get Nendoroids as female characters.

I got off topic, but---i don't need to pay my dues anymore. I've spent enough money. That's why i didn't buy all the FE3H figures, even though I'm desperate for FE3H Nendoroids. And i dont plan to buy Nendoroid Shin Kamen Rider, simply in the hopes of encouraging GoodSmile to eventually make latter Heisei Rider Nendoroids.

Plus, i dont have that kind of money anymore. In fact, i should have been stingier from the start! I have so many Nendoroids of characters that i don't care about. And I'm too socially anxious to resell them. I was so sure of my anxiety and sentimental inability to let go, i threw away all their plastic packaging. So i really can't sell them now.

So, no. I didn't buy the Edelgard Figma and the Bernadetta or Lysithea PopUpParades. I even let the Nendoroid Donatello preorder come and go. And I'm probably not even going to buy these personal picks of mine from WonHobby Gallery 2023 Spring.

I'm afraid that if this lack of motivation to buy figures continues, I may get out of figure collecting soon. I just don't feel motivated to spend the money anymore, even on things that (vaguely) interest me. What if soon, I stop collecting Nendoroids? ;o;

I feel kind of like I'm so dead set on FE3H Claude and Dimitri Nendoroids, that they're the only thing I want to spend on. Until Good Smile Company finally makes some FE3H Claude and Dimitri Nendoroids, every other possible figure expense is just going to feel like money that could be going towards my anticipated favorite characters. And I'm way too obsessed with them right now, to not think that way. Every interesting figure that isn't them, is just going to be "not as comparatively worth the money, as a Nendo Claude/Dimitri would be". I'll be asking myself, "Why isn't every figure I buy as intensely wanted as my favorite characters? Shouldn't every figure in my collection be a captivatingly precious character to me? Why would I guy a figure of a character that I don't love as much as Claude and Dimitri? Considering how expensive Nendoroids are, especially nowadays, I should only be getting Nendoroids of my absolute favorite characters." Considering all that, so many new figures that get announced, just can't live up to those standards, and I just lose the motivation to spend money on them.

But also, I recently finally finished cataloging the figures in my collection and it was WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY more expensive than I thought I had spent during these past few years. Truly, it was my manga collecting, all over again. After seeing that number (which I will not disclose, out of SHAME), I just feel so much less willing to spend money, unless a figure is a character I love so much, that they COMPEL me to spend money on them.

Unfortunately, I'm beginning to lose hope that Good Smile and Intelligent Systems may ever make FE3H Nendoroids. I even gave in and made custom FE3H Claude and Dimitri Nendoroids. That reminded me, that it may have been almost 10 years between my custom Nendoroid Kikyo and the announcement of the official Nendoroid Kikyo. What if Good Smile eventually makes FE3H Nendoroids, but it's like 10 years down the line?!? ;o;?! Even more reason to rely on customs instead. I was so happy to have my custom Nendoroid Kikyo, for all those years before her official Nendoroid. So it seems that either way, whether FE3H gets Nendoroids or not, it'll be worth investing more into honing my custom Nendoroids Claud and Dimitri.

But should I lose hope? Just a few days ago, Good Smile announced a brand new Fire Emblem static scale figure. Not a rerelease, but a new figure. It wasn't Fire Emblem Three Houses, but it was a Fire Emblem Figure. Also, over the past few months, Good Smile announced SEVERAL other Fire Emblem static scales. If Intelligent Systems is investing more into their licenses becoming figures, it could be a good sign that FE3H Nendoroids could happen soon.

#figure collecting #processing thoughts #confused with myself #favorites #lists #wallet dying #wonhobby gallery 2023 spring #collector problems

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simplyotometrash · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing!!

My bday is on Valentine’s Day and I was wondering how the demon bros would react and what they would do. Can you also do the Dateables if you get a chance? 👉🏼👈🏼

Please keep up the great work!

My brother's birthday is also Valentine's Day! Happy early birthday if this goes up before the 14th!

I think I can manage that for you :D I HAD written almost everyone and then my fucking laptop decided to hate me and reload the page. So if the later ones are a bit shorter that's why

MC's Birthday is on Valentine's Day

dLucifer:

Lucifer was already planning a terrific Valentine's Day for the two of you.

He had reservations at the nicest (and most expensive) restaurant in Devildom with the best table.

He had a few small Valentine's Day gifts, the standard.

He thought he was ready.

Then he heard you drop that factoid and he needed to think fast.

He needed presents fit for your birthday rather than just a holiday.

He is one of the most serious about making it a romantic day.

So he spent his day hunting for the perfect birthday presents.

He was going to keep to his original plan of a lovely, candlelight dinner at the restaurant. That worked for both occasions.

The day came and he was prepared.

He started your day with Valentine's presents while assuring you that he hadn't forgotten it was also your birthday.

He wished you both, but the happy birthday wish was far more tender.

You two had your dinner and he brought out a small box.

In it was a beautiful bracelet with glittering stones.

"The lights in those gems will never fade. They're magic, found in the mountains here in Devildom. They glow faintly in sunlight but are much brighter at night. They also glow a slightly different hue depending on your feelings."

A sparkly, magical mood bracelet. You giggled at the thought, but it was sweet. There was a special charm on it, though. A peacock feather.

"This is so you'll always think of me, even when we're apart. Happy birthday, my beloved MC."

Mammon:

Panic mode: activated

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He'd been working out your Valentine's Day together for weeks!

And why didn't you tell your first man, the Great Mammon, that it was your BIRTHDAY!?

Suddenly nothing felt like it was enough.

Mammon was considered greedy and money-grubbing by everyone. So they'd all been shocked months prior when he started saving his Grimm.

What they didn't seem to realize was that he wanted to spoil you absolutely rotten for the holiday.

He was greedy for himself sometimes but even greedier when it came to giving you what he felt you deserved.

So he was beyond thankful that he still had plenty of Grimm at the ready for this birthday surprise.

It's nothing out of the ordinary when he asks you to sleep in his room the night before. What was out of the ordinary, however, was him not holding onto you when you woke up. Even when he did manage to get up earlier than you, he never left your side because he loved to cuddle.

And then he was actively keeping you from going to your room. He brought you an outfit, your shoes, your bag. Everything to keep you out of your bedroom.

You two spent the day out. He made a point to ensure you knew he was considering it your birthday AND Valentine's Day, but the former was taking priority.

He had been flustered the entire day and seemed almost on edge when he got you back home.

You were finally able to go to your room with him. You opened the door to see a pile of gifts on your bed. So many you thought the others had chipped in.

"I-I didn't know which ones to pick, I thought you'd like 'em all! So i got 'em all for ya. Happy birthday, MC."

Leviathan:

Panic Mode 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Levi had already been a nervous wreck just trying to make something good for Valentine's Day. Now it was also your birthday!?

Did you even want to spend the day with a gross, yucky otaku like him? Even though you were dating?

He's not the going out type, so he didn't even remotely plan a day where you two would be going out somewhere.

Honestly, you would have thought he was sick or possessed if he had.

He hurriedly ordered gifts off of Akuzon under express shipping. No one even batted an eye when several boxes addressed to Levi showed up.

It took AGES to wrap them up nicely. He struggled a lot with the wrapping paper, Asmodeus did have to step in and help after watching him struggle.

He enlisted Asmo's help making his room look nice and get a space set up so the two of you could eat by the aquarium wall.

The day came and you weren't fazed by spending the day in your boyfriend's room. You didn't really expect to be going out anyway knowing him.

You didn't expect the fancy table, the flowers, or the small stack of gifts.

He had ordered you some really nice memorabilia for things you liked, a brand new game that not even he had played yet, and a cute stuffed fish.

Nothing topped the necklace though.

The pendant was cool against your skin glowed a deep blue color.

"I-if you look into it you'll be able to see water in it. It's like a little ocean. It even has different kinds of weather! I thought...I thought you'd like it as a special present. Happy birthday. I hope I made it a good one."

Satan:

No skin off his nose.

Do you think a little change in plans will shake Satan up? Nah, his feathers remain unruffled.

He still planned to take you out for the exact same day he had in mind. You would go to a cat cafe he found, you'd got to the botanical gardens, and then he'd give you your presents.

Only now he called ahead to the cat cafe to let them know his date's birthday was on Valentine's Day and he wanted to know if they could do anything special.

He already had a very special birthday gift amongst the others, which could easily be called birthday presents as opposed to Valentine's Day gifts.

Well, besides the box of assorted chocolates and the cute stuffed cat.

The day arrived and everything was going off without a hitch.

He gave you your chocolates and stuffed cat, to which you gave him a big hug. He told you that your birthday gifts would be saved for later.

Just to build suspense.

The whole day was wonderful. The cat cafe, personally, was his favorite part.

The cafe owner he had spoken with before went through the trouble of making a small birthday cake, just big enough for the two of you to eat together without leftovers.

You got to cuddle, hold, and pet a bunch of cats before the cake was brought out.

Seeing how happy you were made it impossible to keep from giving you his favorite gift. The special one that was supposed to be saved for last.

"I have a lovely necklace for you back at the house but this is truly special."

"It's a book. I thought I would try my hand at writing a story just for you. It's a mystery-romance novel starring the two of us, but I won't give anything else away. I hope you enjoy it, my sweet MC. Happy birthday and here's to many more. I'd like to spend them all with you."

Asmodeus:

The temptation to organize a birthday party was very strong.

And then he was reminded that, if he hosted a birthday party, he wouldn't get to have you all to himself for the entire day.

That idea was immediately scrapped.

So it was back to the original plan.

He planned to pamper you all day long.

Sure, he could have taken you to his favorite spa, but then it wouldn't really be him doing the pampering.

So, he woke you up with a lovely little breakfast in bed and told you the day's plan.

He'd give you an entire at-home spa treatment. If you wanted to go out for a while then he'd pick your clothes and do makeup for you if you wanted it. If you didn't want to go out then you'd spend the day in the house, doing anything you wanted. Presents were best saved for the end of the day.

He did, of course, provide you with a luxurious box of chocolates as he gave you a silken robe to change into for your full spa treatment. He was doing a face mask, a full-body massage, painting your nails, the works.

It did take a good chunk of the day but you had never felt better.

You guys did go out for a little while. You did some window shopping, he bought you a few things (and some stuff for himself).

He then took you to get milkshakes. He really wanted a large one for you two to share with a couple of straws. How cute would that be? Too cute!

You really had a nice day. It wasn't nearly as extreme as you expected from your spontaneous, extrovert of a boyfriend.

You had plenty of presents but the crowning glory was the set of pink sapphire rings for the two of you to wear.

"I thought it'd be super cute and sweet if we had matching rings. I even had my name engraved on the inside of your ring band and yours on mine! I love you, darling. Happy birthday!"

Beelzebub:

He didn't have the biggest plans for Valentine's Day. He got that it was a big deal for romance and stuff, but he didn't see the point in making a fuss over it.

He did, however, like the chocolates.

That didn't really matter, though, as soon as you said it was your birthday.

That day was now more important than ever.

Beel's stomach is big, that much we know, but his heart is even bigger. He cares so much for his brothers and for you.

He wanted your first birthday with him to be special.

So it would be special in his own Beelzebub way.

The two of you hung out just like any other day.

But he let you pick out doing anything you wanted. It didn't matter what it was.

He even let you pick out where you went to eat.

Beel didn't seem to eat nearly as much as normal. He was actually too nervous to feel particularly hungry.

And worried that your birthday wasn't special enough.

He was very insistent on giving you a piggyback ride back to the House of Lamentation.

The two of you went to cuddle in his bedroom, as Belphie had purposefully vacated to the attic in order to let you guys have privacy.

That's where he gave you both your chocolates and birthday present at the same time.

"I promise I didn't eat a single one of your chocolates, they're for you. They were too special for me to eat."

"I really wanted to make sure you had a good day. I love you very much. I know we didn't do anything fancy, but I didn't think you'd want a huge deal made out of the day."

"I picked that bracelet because the gemstones are the same color as my hair. Silly, I know, but I figured you could think of me when you wear it. It's not magical or anything, but I think it's pretty special. Happy birthday, MC."

Belphegor:

Oops. He didn't even have Valentine's Day planned out for the two of you.

He's not a bad boyfriend, but he isn't fond of going out when he doesn't have to.

He's far more willing than Levi is but it's just such a bother.

Finding out it was your birthday changed things.

He only had a few days to figure out what he was going to do to make it a special day.

He finally made his choice and boy he was not happy with what he had to do.

He begrudgingly asked Diavolo if the Royal Planetarium could be open for just the two of you and if he could set something up in there.

He explained why he needed this and his request was granted.

The things he does for love.

Anyway, he greeted you with a happy birthday and told you to get ready to leave.

When you got back, he had a picnic basket in hand along with his pillow under his arm.

The planetarium was set to already be projecting the stars when you arrived.

There was a blanket all laid out when you got there and he patted the spot next to him. It was so beautiful.

You ate under the star projection and cuddled for a while. You already knew this was one of his favorite places. It was one of yours too.

"Listen, I hope you're not disappointed in today. I didn't want to try and go into cafes or restaurants. They're so noisy and we wouldn't get to be alone. I thought this was a better idea."

"It took a lot of hunting to find it, but this is a galaxy stone. I had them put it on a necklace so you'd be less likely to lose it. When you look inside you're able to see a galaxy swirling about. Happy birthday, MC."

Diavolo:

Wanted to plan a big party: part 2

Given his status, it would have been easy to put together a lavish birthday party in no time at all.

Barbatos swayed him before he got carried away.

But he still wanted to have a small party.

He thought it'd be nice if you could spend your birthday with your friends.

Then, once the party was over, he'd spend the rest of the day alone with you.

So he settled for a tea party around lunchtime. All of your friends were invited.

Barbatos, of course, made all of the food and sweets.

Actually, there was one thing he didn't make.

Diavolo was very insistent on being the one to make your birthday cake. Barbatos supervised and gave him directions on what to do but didn't actually touch anything. Except for decoration touch-ups.

The cake turned out quite nicely. It was delicious and pretty well-decorated even before Barbatos fixed the writing to be neater.

Once everyone left it was time for Dia to have you all to himself.

He took you up to his room where the two of you danced to the same song you had your first ever dance to.

The two of you talked for a while and laid on his bed. It was so peaceful.

He almost thought about taking you out to a fancy dinner but decided Barbatos made better food.

Dinner was hosted out in the garden and that's where he gave you your gift.

"This ring is very special, MC. It's been in my family for years. It doesn't fit my fingers. It was my mother's, you see."

"I was having trouble settling on your presents when I realized that I already had the perfect present. I want you to have this, and I hope that you'll always wear it. Happy birthday, my love."

Barbatos:

He already knew.

What, did you think that you could surprise Barbatos of all demons?

He was very much aware of your upcoming birthday.

And he was already prepared for the day.

It wasn't often that he requested a day off from serving his young lord. He took work very seriously after all.

Diavolo would have given him the day off even if he hadn't asked.

So he spent the night before preparing everything for your birthday.

The first thing you were given upon your arrival was a lavish box of chocolates. These were different. You couldn't buy them in any store. Barbatos had made each chocolate himself from the actual chocolate to the fillings inside of each one that was filled.

They were skillfully made and beautifully tempered.

You had a meal in the garden. It was strung up with lights to ensure it looked even more beautiful.

Barbatos takes great skill in his cooking abilities, so taking you out for food was a huge no-go in his mind. Why take you somewhere when he could make your food?

He had made all of your Devildom favorites and ensured you had your favorite beverage to go along with your food.

Everything was going as planned and he couldn't have been more pleased.

Barbatos relished every second he ever got to spend with you because the two of you were often so busy that seeing each other could get difficult.

It was why your birthday needed to be as perfect as he had envisioned it.

He gave you your gifts after your meal right there in the garden.

"I had several ideas of what to give you today. All of them would have been just as perfect as the next. I decided on a this."

"I asked everyone to send me photos they had of each other and of events we all did together. Time is precious, as are our memories. I put together this albus for you with their help. So that you may never forget the time you've spent in our lives. I love you very much, my dear MC, and I never want you to forget that. Happy birthday."

Solomon:

Eh, he wasn't bothered by the news.

He's a 500-year-old sorcerer, it would take a lot more than that to ruffle his feathers.

He was already planning a lovely date alone with you anyway with food, courtesy of Luke.

He was originally going to cook for you himself but Luke was so insistent that he wanted to do it that Solomon just couldn't refuse.

He's not sure WHY Luke wouldn't let him make you something special, but it's fine. It gave him extra time to prepare.

He spent several hours scouting out good picnic spots with the best views.

He figured it'd be nice to have some quiet instead of dealing with the chaos that came with the holiday you shared your birthday with.

It was a bit of a hike for the two of you to get to the spot, though he insisted that it was worth it.

While he was always so composed there was no hiding the excitement that was showing through.

Your picnic spot was beyond beautiful.

He had gone ahead to set up the blanket and candles, using magic to keep anything from happening to them while he was bringing you there.

The food, of course, tasted lovely. You couldn't go wrong with Luke's cooking.

You two talked for hours on end, sometimes enjoying periods of silence where you sat or laid with one another.

Solomon had honestly never felt happier himself, so he hoped you felt the same way.

"I toiled with a lot of gift ideas. Luke and Simeon helped me narrow it down, but it still left me with a dilema of what to buy."

"Then I found this ring and had to buy it for you. I went ahead and charmed it so that you'll always be safe when you wear it. I wanted to be able to protect you no matter how far apart we may be sometimes. Happy birthday, my sweet MC. I hope we can spend many more together in the future."

Simeon:

He was only mildly surprised by, well, this surprise.

It wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

He was going to just add to the date he had planned and buy another gift.

That gift would be something very special.

Before he left to go pick you up at the House of Lamentation, he asked Luke if he wouldn't mind preparing a few sweets. He wanted to bring you back to the dorm to give you your birthday present.

Your date, of course, was quite peaceful.

He gave you a small box of chocolates that he made with lots of help from Luke as well as a cute stuffed teddy bear. No curses on it, just a normal teddy. He made sure to check it over.

The two of you could do anything and be happy. He loved to talk to you and listen to you talk.

You got lunch at a cute cafe he had heard about. He thought it'd be nice to try it with you for your birthday.

After that, you walked around for a bit. He was mostly stalling for time until Luke texted that things were set up back in Purgatory Hall.

Once he was given the go-ahead, he brought you back to the hall with him.

Luke insisted he give you his gift to you and a hug before he left the two of you alone.

The sweets and tea were absolutely delicious, as to be expected. Luke had even gone out of his way to make a cake from the Celestial Realm just for you.

The two of you were laying on his bed when he gave you your birthday gift.

"I know I only found out about your birthday shortly before the holiday, but it was enough time to get permission to go back home. I wanted to bring you something special from my realm as your present."

"That music box is quite special. It's from the Celestial Realm and it's over a thousand years old. The song that plays is a Celestial lullaby. I hope that it can bring you only sweet dreams, darling. Happy birthday."

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scarofthewind · 3 years

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Hi! 🌻💛 If the asks are open can we maybe have the Slashers with an S/O who's very sensitive, they try not to show it, but if The Slashers said/ or someone else said something sarcastic against them, they'd get teary eyed and quiet, but try to smile through it? Thank you! 🌼💛

A/N: Here you go, sorry for the late update! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: None, fluff, minor argument, slight angst

word count: 889 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who would apologize immediatley:

Bubba Sawyer: “’S ugly,” the curly haired male said while overlooking the new clothes you’d bought. When you don’t respond he looks over to you and feels his heart sink into his stomach. We all know he would panic the moment he sees your eyes become watery, “I’m sorry!” He’ll repeat over and over again, making sure to pull you tight against him. You try to tell him that you’re fine but Bubba shakes his head, promising that you’ll look good in those clothes nonetheless.

Norman Bates: “Can you even read?” The words came out with a bitter chuckle but you frowned at Norman’s words as you stared at the cake you apparently didn’t look over the directions well enough to make. You force out a small laugh before turning around and focusing on the frosting; Norman watched you for a second before realizing you were crying and immediatley pulled you into a hug. “I didn’t mean that.” He whispered against your hair, offering to help remake the cake with the right amount of eggs this time.

Who would make it worse:

Michael Myers: “Why are you so fucking annoying?!” His voice echoes in the house as you immediatley pull back from him, letting his arm go and standing in your spot in the living room. You just asked how he felt about doing something this weekend; with a sad smile you apologize, his eyes boring into you from across the room. “Of course you’re about to cry, what are you, twelve?” He snaps, flopping on the couch as you make your way upstairs, pushing his comments to the back of your mind like you normally did.

Charles Lee Ray: “If I wanted to tell you about my day, don’t you think I would’ve,” he seethes from across the dinner table, watching your eyes water slightly at his words before he scoffs. “Cue the waterworks,” he mumbles to himself but you heard it, chewing your food slowly before getting up and excusing yourself to the bathroom. Charles sighs to himself, knowing he’ll have to apologize later, not wanting you to take his words too close to heart.

Brahms Heelshire: “Are you really that stupid?” His words come out sharper than you expected and you feel a sense of shame overcome you as you avert your gaze from his. “You really don’t have a clue do you?” He continues, making your gut twist and the sting in your eyes more prominent as your lips trembles. Brahms watches you closely, unsure of why you suddenly became so quiet; however when he sees the distant look in your eyes that were filling with tears, he regrets everything he said.

Bo Sinclair: “That’s an ugly color,” Bo comments while he watches you get ready for your date night. You freeze and look at him through the mirror you were using to brush your hair. He’s oblivious to the concern in your eyes and the way you look at yourself in the outfit you thought you looked fine in, “I mean that color really doesn’t suit you.” He rubs his chin, moving towards the closet to pick something else out for you and not noticing the tear that runs down your cheek.

Who would leave you be/try to comfort you:

Vincent Sinclair: “I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong.” You watch with wide eyes as Vincent walks off, going back to his work while you stand there in the kitchen wondering if he was really that upset with you. As you start fiddling around the area, Vincent comes back to grab something he forgot but pauses when he sees you holding back tears. With a deep sigh he leaves the tool behind and goes back to work, it’s better to talk to you when you’re not already in tears.

Thomas Hewitt: You didn’t mean to seem pushy today, you just wanted to get some things around the house done rather than listen to Thomas kill people. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” He snaps after you ask him again to help fix the closet door. You star up at him with a watery smile, your lip trembling as tears ting in your eyes before you nod and walk away. Thomas groans to himself, regretting his tone before following after you and pulling you close, apologizing for his words and putting ‘fix the closet door’ at the top of his ‘to-do’ list.

Jason Voorhees: He may not be able to speak but he’s got an attitude problem for sure. All you wanted was to go to the lake and have a nice relaxing day outside but when you asked Jason if he wanted to join you, he took one look at your picnic basket and rolled his eyes as if to mock you for trying to be romantic. “That’s fine. We can go another time.” You weakly smile, throwing the food out that you spent all morning preparing and going to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Judging by the small sniffles he heard from outside the door, Jason knew better than to bother you right now and planned his move for an apology with a nice dinner by the fireplace.

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faulty-writes · 3 years

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This is a little different than most of my other works, but I'm trying to branch out and write for more of the secondary or minor characters. I actually adore the Todoroki family, especially Fuyumi and Natsuo. So I hope you guys enjoy this little appreciation piece featuring Natsuo who no doubt deserves more love considering he's a very interesting and complex character, at least in my opinion.

[ Natsuo is known as 'the nice guy' on campus despite also being recognized as a "Todoroki" and many knowing of the relation he holds to the number one hero, Endeavor. He's had plenty of experiences where people have used him because of this, but the latest one leaves him a tad heartbroken. What other choice does he have but to run to you? ]

The sound of his abnormally thick tears landing on the tiled flooring of the hallway faintly echoed as he continued on his way. Ignoring all the looks and obvious gossip that would come with the fact he was so shamelessly crying in the middle of a school day.

A sniffle came as Natsuo reached up and with some force, wiped his right eye with the end of his signature gray hoodie sleeve which he normally wore on campus. The very campus he had grown to love over the past year and the one Fuyumi had insisted he go to in order to study medical welfare.

It was funny, he could still hear her words echoing in his head, ‘Leave our family circumstances to me and go do what you want to pursue,’ and that he did. He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised that his sister offered to take the brunt of their family problems and encourage him to do what made him happy.

But at the same time, Natsuo hadn’t originally wanted to leave his sister or youngest brother behind. He didn’t trust their well-being with ‘Endeavor’ around, despite his mother having long since recovered from the mental and physical abuse the so-called "number one hero" put her through.

Since the death of his eldest brother, Touya. He couldn't shake this protective and anxiety-ridden feeling that had been slowly growing inside of him. He'd be damned if anything happened to his remaining siblings, even if it meant he'd experience more emotional trauma in the long run.

Much like today. College was supposed to be a fun time, and while Natsuo understood that some enjoyed ‘experimenting’ and partying rather than studying. He was never much of the party type and while he knew he was attracted to other genders, he never outwardly acted on it.

Knowing how his father treated his mother was the one thing that drove him to desire a true romantic relationship and that was what he thought he had. Unfortunately, there was a cruel reality that came with being the son of Endeavor, and while he should be used to people trying to get close to him when they found this out.

He never thought they would sink so low as to try and date him on the off-chance they'd get to meet the number one hero. His fingers sunk into the front of his hoodie, twisting the fabric as a soft ache coursed through his chest.

Which he could only describe as a broken heart and despite wanting to go back to his own room, bury his face into a pillow, and hide under his covers. There was one person he wanted, no needed, to see. It wasn’t his mother or sister, not even his youngest brother. It was you.

Strangely, since the start of his first year in college. He seemed to gravitate towards you, at first he believed it was only due to the fact that you were also studying something related to the medical field. But as your friendship continued and he got to spend more time with you, he realized that he genuinely enjoyed your company.

The fact he found himself telling you things, secrets that he wouldn’t have thought of sharing outside of his family was a pleasant surprise. Maybe you were just easy to talk to? He wasn’t sure, but he did know that unlike most.

You weren’t going to use him just because of his relation to Endeavor, though he knew you were interested in hero studies. There was no worry in his mind that you’d use him for some hero-related advantage.

Another sniffle came before he reached up to once more wipe away his tears, even if his effort was in vain considering more just came. He took a deep breath, trying to both collect and center himself. ‘Man, this backpack feels heavy,’ he thought as he clenched his jaw and focused his attention on the floor.

Counting the familiar shapes in the tile that he knew would eventually lead to your room. The logical reason for his backpack feeling so heavy was due to the fact it was filled to the brim with various textbooks and a few notebooks that were scribbled with his writing.

He could feel the slight bitter sting of frost beginning to grow on his tear-stained cheeks which he ignored for the moment. Still, he wiped his eyes once more before picking up his pace. He soon began to speedwalk which turned into a jog which eventually led him to frantically running and accidentally stumbling into your door.

Once more, he seemed to get stares from the passersby. But in a way, he couldn’t blame them. He wasn’t even sure how he looked slumped against another student's door with his arms stretched above his head and his hands closed into fists.

His forehead was pressed against your door and his tears continued to slowly fall. His eyebrows came down and for a moment, he wondered what he was doing before the door suddenly opened. “Hel-” your sentence came to a stop when the white-haired boy stumbled forward and your hands instantly grasped his arms.

Your stance stiffening as you unconsciously seemed determined to stop him from falling. One of your legs was bent back, and the other bent forward. An awkward silence filled the air before you heard the soft sound of something hitting the wooden floor of your room.

It reminded you of water and a few seconds later, Natsuo lifted his head. You instantly noticed those tears and felt his hands curl into the front of your shirt, funny you hadn’t noticed or felt the pressure of his hands there before.

But in a way it made sense, Natsuo was always very gentle. Even when handling the few people who volunteered to pretend to be "patients" during his medical welfare classes. In fact, it seemed he was downright cautious when it came to others.

Never necessarily wanting to cause trouble and sometimes acting rather shy unless you happened to bring up a topic he didn’t like. You had long since learned the reason why he preferred to keep the topic of ‘family’ out of conversations.

Yet, you wondered if Natsuo was crying because of something related to just that. But you knew you shouldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Still, you couldn’t help but look into those blue orbs of his. The look of hurt was clearly visible, not only in his eyes but also indicated by the way his face was twisted.

Then he leaned forward, allowing a soft whimper to escape in the process. Partly burying his face into the front of your shirt as he lifted his leg up. Then without warning, he slammed his foot against the floor. Which caused you to jump, but you didn’t dare release Natsuo.

Especially as his tears soaked into the fabric of your shirt, unlike most Natsuo's tears were always cold. You assumed it was due to his quirk, but before you could say anything the sound of Natsuo’s cracked and broken voice caught your attention.

“D-Damn it,” the stuttered words filled the air and you frowned, wanting nothing more than to run your fingers through that white snow-like hair of his before you glanced back up. Noticing a few people staring into your doorway, you honestly didn’t know why they were staring or why they weren’t minding their own business.

But you did know that something was clearly wrong with Natsuo and whatever that something was caused this reaction. You shot the bystanders a glare before focusing back on Natsuo. You opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted by the sound of his voice once more.

“I...am so sick of this,” his words, of course only confused you. What was he sick of and how did it relate to his current state? You managed to straighten out your legs, however, Natsuo continued to cling to you.

His tears hadn’t ceased nor those soft almost desperately gasps for breath. “I’m sorry,” he suddenly said before he turned to look over his shoulder. His hands remained curled into the front of your shirt as he looked at the many people staring at the two of you.

Some seemed curious as to what was happening and others amused to see the almost grown man crying in the arms of his friend. With more strength than he intended, he once more lifted his foot and slammed your door shut.

The noise it created echoed through your room and though Natsuo felt guilty for having treated your door in such a manner, his chest was already aching profusely. When he turned back to face you, the fact he had small bits of ice underneath his eyes and on the skin of his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

Your hands left their position on Natsuo’s forearms to gently cup his face, it shouldn’t be a surprise that he was cold to the touch. You knew that was yet again another semi-harmless side effect due to his quirk, despite the fact you had never actually seen him use it.

Part of you wondered why that was. Still, you couldn’t help but allow your thumbs to run over those specs of ice stuck to his moist cold cheeks and the desire to get a warm hand towel to clean his face was strong.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to ask what happened first or calm him down enough so he would tell you with as little of a fight as possible. Your touch was welcomed as Natsuo reached up and laid one of his hands over yours.

“Do you...want to sit down?” you questioned and Natsuo looked momentarily confused before he glanced away as if he were thinking about something. Sometimes when he acted like this, it annoyed you. You knew how guilty Natsuo could feel over things that he either shouldn’t or weren’t even his fault.

He was here crying into your arms, but you knew somehow he'd make up a reason to feel guilty about it. ‘Well, that isn’t going to happen today,’ you thought as you released his face and reached down to take hold of one of his hands.

Even though they too were always cold, you couldn't help but find some odd sense of comfort when you were holding him by the hand. Despite the fact, Natsuo was significantly larger than you. But, you assumed that was only due to the fact that he physically took after his father.

The fact he went to the gym daily only added to that overall intimidating stature of his. Regardless, you squeezed his hand in reassurance as you guided him towards your bed. He made no move to resist your guidance and once you had him sitting down, you gently laid your hands on his shoulders.

Those tears were now single drops that slowly slid down his icy cheeks and you'd be lying if you stated it didn't hurt seeing Natsuo like this. You took a deep breath. “Stay here,” you instructed, “I’m going to get a warm towel, you have ice on your face,” Natsuo seemed rather surprised and reached up to touch his cheek.

Using his thumb to glide along the skin and sure enough, he could feel the smooth surface of the small patches of ice. “Oh…” he said before a sniffle came. “Sorry,” though most would know not to apologize for something beyond their control.

Still, he couldn’t help but fold his hands into his lap. Squeezing them between his thighs. His feet were nervously tapping against the floor, creating a rhythmic pattern and if one listened carefully enough, they’d recognize it was the pattern of a standard heartbeat.

In a way, it was amazing how much subconscious knowledge you could obtain. Natsuo failed to notice the rhythmic pattern, but you could hear it clear as day even from the bathroom where you proceeded to ring out the warm hand towel.

A soft groan escaped him, and his thighs were the only thing keeping his hands in place. Else he would be running them through his unusual spiky hair and possibly pulling it out. ‘What am I even doing here man?!’ he frantically thought.

‘Y/n...is always the person I run to, I keep bothering them but I’d rather be like this than…’ his jaw clenched when the thought of Endeavor entered his mind and a soft growl rumbled in his throat before he heard your footsteps which prompted him to raise his head.

You noticed he was looking at the wet towel you held with an expression only a curious and slightly confused child would make. “Mm,” once more he looked away, feeling the guilt continue to build as you sat down next to him and laughed.

"Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty again,” you stated, and not to your surprise, Natsuo turned his head to look at you. His tears seemed to be completely dry and you wondered if that was because he was here with you or that he simply overworked his tear ducts.

“Sorry,” he muttered, still focused on the towel you held and the small amount of steam that seeped from it. “I...get it's kind of crazy for me to keep running to you but-” you shook your head, quickly interrupting him.

“But nothing,” you replied as you leaned forward, “that’s what friends do and you and I have been friends since the start of our freshman year,” that had to count for something, right? You reached over, cupping one side of Natsuo’s face.

“Now stay still, I want to get that ice off your face, and then you can tell me what’s bothering you,” the words left your mouth almost like a friendly command. But like most of the time, Natsuo didn’t seem to take offense.

He simply nodded and gave you a look that you knew meant he understood. Very gently, you pressed the towel to his face. Applying some pressure to ensure the bits of ice chipped off and sure enough, you could see the clear cold pieces slowly begin to melt.

When you began to wipe his opposite cheek, you couldn’t help but raise the question. “Hey Natsuo,” you began, effectively catching his attention and the soft, “Hm?” he responded with. “I’ve never seen you actually use your quirk,” you pointed out.

“Is there a reason for that?” a gasp came when Natsuo suddenly jerked his head away from you. “Uh…” blinking once or twice. You lowered the wet towel to your lap and grasped onto it. Twisting the fabric between your fingers to allow the now lukewarm droplets of water to soak into the pajama bottoms you were wearing.

Maybe you crossed a line? Did this have anything to do with his family? As far as you knew, his mother possessed a rather powerful ice quirk. Was that the reason he never used it? You weren’t sure, but usually, when Natsuo acted in this closed-off manner it was related to his family.

“Sorry,” you said, “I didn’t mean to pry, I was just curious,” the explanation was simple and you hoped Natsuo would believe you. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh before bringing his hand up, running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine,” he replied, though you could tell his voice was a little strained before he turned to you. That’s when you saw the frown on his face and his eyes looked misted over as if he were going to cry again. You really didn’t want that.

“Natsuo are you-” though the answer was obvious, he wasn’t okay if he had come running to you in tears. But even so, Natsuo nodded. “Yeah…” he reached out, grasping the wet towel that you were previously holding before he got up.

You wanted to ask where he was going, but it was clear he was only heading to the bathroom. “It’s just…” you heard the wet plop of the towel landing in the sink before Natsuo walked back out and once more took his seat on your bed.

You reached out, laying your hand on his thigh. “You don’t have to tell me,” you offered with a kind smile, but Natsuo shook his head. “It’s fine,” he repeated yet again before allowing his hand to rest by his side.

“Big bro Touya and I used to play around with our quirks, but Touya was always so serious about his,” you watched as his expression grew dark and a clear hateful glance appeared in his eyes which seemed distant at the moment.

This was more than likely due to the fact that Natsuo was picturing his late brother alongside his father. “Uh…” you glanced down and watched as the hand that laid by Natsuo’s side began to curl into a fist, though you knew he would never actually raise that fist or cause harm to you.

It was just shocking how the subject of his family brought out this side in him, but you remained quiet and continued to listen. “Because of that...bastard and I hated seeing Touya like that!” he suddenly exclaimed, leaning forward as his fists began to tremble, and without much thinking, you laid your hand on his back.

"Natsuo…” you said, hoping your voice would bring him back out of the hateful moment he was in. His jaw was clenched and a shiver ran up your spine when you felt Natsuo’s trembling hand take a grip on your upper arm.

But there was still that familiar gentleness to it which indicated to you that even when Natsuo was temporarily blinded by this hatred, he was still aware of his surroundings and those that were important to him.

This was only confirmed when he lifted his head to look at you with a smile, though it was small. It was still present and seemed to put you at ease for the moment. “I’m okay but…” he once more turned away from you and a sigh escaped him.

“I convinced big bro to have fun with our quirks instead of doing what the old man wanted him to, but since he...died. I...I couldn’t bring myself to use my quirk again and I’m sure sis feels that way too,” your frown deepened, ah so that’s why.

Maybe he fears he’ll lose the memory of his elder brother if he were to use his quirk again? “What else happened?” Natsuo looked back at you, confused for a brief moment before, “Oh...right,” he said as if he had almost forgotten he ran to you in broad daylight with tears streaming down his face.

He turned, bending down to slip his shoes off before he slid his backpack onto the floor. Then he proceeded to climb onto the bed or rather proceeded to crawl over to your pillows and plop himself down.

Being surrounded by your familiar scent eased him as did the fact he could stretch both his arms and legs out. You looked at him all sprawled out and comfortable. ‘Well...I guess if it makes him feel better,’ you thought as you watched Natsuo stare at the ceiling.

His face twisting with a variety of emotions that made you wonder just what caused him to cry in the first place. He didn’t deserve that, or at least not in your opinion. “She broke up with me,” he suddenly said, his voice somewhat quick and you barely understood what he said.

“Who?” you questioned as you got onto your knees and pressed your hands into the mattress, looming over Natsuo much like how a dog or loyal companion would. "My girlfriend…” he muttered as he once again looked to the side, you assumed it was an attempt to look away from your gaze which was a mess of confusion.

“Why did she break up with you?” It was said that getting your heart broken was hard to handle, but there had to be more behind this. You sat on your knees, placing your hand on your hip as you looked down at Natsuo who slowly turned his gaze back to you but seemed to avert it just as quickly.

Despite his overall twisted expression that laid somewhere between sad and angry, you also noticed the faint pink tint to his cheeks. Was that from anger or embarrassment? You honestly couldn’t tell. But Natsuo normally didn’t get embarrassed around you and you knew he knew he could tell you anything.

‘It must be from anger,’ you concluded as you continued to wait patiently for his answer. “I’m so tired of it,” he said in a soft voice which prompted you to lean closer. “Tired of it?” you repeated, clearly not understanding where that was coming from.

“I’m sick of being recognized just because of the old man's last name!” he exclaimed once more, though his voice wasn’t raised too high. It still caused you to jolt back, then again you should have realized this whole thing had something to do with his family.

Natsuo turned to you and impatiently pressed his hands against the mattress so he could sit up. His jaw was clenched again and his eyebrows slit in anger and the way he kept his eyes locked on you made you feel a little uncomfortable despite the fact you knew his anger wasn’t directed at you.

Then a sigh came and Natsuo’s head dropped. You saw this often when he was trying to collect or calm himself down. It honestly worried you that he was always going between emotions, trying to keep himself in check for the sake of others.

His eyes were closed, but when he opened them once more you could see the absence of anger. “I wanted to study medical welfare to actually help people…” he confessed as he brought his legs up to his chest and you watched as he wrapped his arms around them.

Those long sleeves of his hood concealing the contraction of his muscles and biceps. He seemed to stare off into the distance once more. “I wanted to make a difference in the world so the name Todoroki could actually mean something to me, unlike the tie it has to that bastard,” he hissed and like a switch, that anger was back.

You could even hear that soft rumbling of a growl threatening to admit from his throat. “I don’t want to be recognized as a Todoroki just because of him!” you opened your mouth to speak, but all thoughts and actions escaped you when Natsuo turned to look at you.

Once more sporting that angry expression which was terrifying in its own way. But then, it slowly began to fade into sadness and he lowered his arms. Allowing his hands to fall back onto the mattress, you couldn’t help but glance down when you felt his fingers brush against yours before you looked back up.

“I don’t want people trying to get close to me because of him either,” Natsuo stated and you gasped when you felt his cold hand engulf yours, taking firm grip as if he was silently gesturing to you that he needed some form of physical comfort.

“But that’s exactly what she did,” you felt that hand begin to tremble and you quickly gave it a reassuring squeeze. “She used you to get to your father?” you questioned, a little confused but still showing an effort that you wanted to get the story correct.

Natsuo nodded. “She’s an inspiring hero I guess," he said with a shrug, "and wanted to get close to me so she could have the chance to speak to my father,” his tone sounded like he had given up as he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling.

That ache in his chest returned, but somehow your touch prevented it from growing any further. “Guess I was more interested in caring for her that I didn’t see it,” he commented before tilting his head back down. “Just tired of it,” he repeated.

"I wouldn’t introduce my father to anyone I’m with...they deserve better than to be exposed to him!” you could imagine that’s how the rest of his story went then. His ex-girlfriend trying to pressure him into introducing her to Endeavor only for Natsuo to express his concern and reasons for why he couldn’t.

Then from there she must have gotten angry and confessed the truth. The whole situation was unfair and you could feel your own anger brewing, using people was one thing. But using them for your own personal benefit, pretending to love them?

That wasn’t exactly forgivable in your book. No wonder he was crying. “I’m…” would saying you’re sorry even do anything? You knew Natsuo wouldn’t take offense, but it seemed unfitting for the current situation. Instead, you found yourself leaning over.

Releasing his hand in order to wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your head against his shoulder as you embraced him. Natsuo while not overly shocked at your friendly gesture, crossed his legs and wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you even closer.

Though your back slightly hurt, you didn’t mind. Natsuo, while not completely touch-starved, still melted into anyone’s affection. You felt his stiff body finally relax and the cool touch of his cheek against your ear as he nuzzled the side of your head.

“Thank you,” he whispered, despite the fact, there was no one else around to hear you two. “I know I keep bothering you whenever-” you reached up to tug on the back of his hair.

“You’re not a bother,” you said in a stern tone, “and you should be happy that girl is now your ex, you didn’t deserve what she put you through,” your arms tightened around him just before you pulled back and grasped his shoulders.

Making sure he was looking at you before you continued to speak, “No one deserves that, you’re a wonderful person Natsuo and I know there are others that won’t care that you’re a Todoroki or that will help you make it into a name you can be proud of,” you assured him and watched as the faintest expression of hope washed over his face.

Just that alone meant the world to you and while you knew Natsuo didn’t need any protection, you still wanted to try your best to be there for him. “Come on,” you insisted as you crawled over him in order to reach the opposite side of your bed.

Though Natsuo took up most of the space, you managed to lay down and offered him your hand. That smile of his seemed to grow and as expected, he gently grasped onto your hand as he laid down by your side.

“You can stay here if you want, it’s still daylight and I don’t have any more classes for today,” you insisted and hoped he’d take the bait because you didn’t exactly trust he wouldn’t get emotional again later.

Natsuo always seemed to overthink things and maybe that’s where his sense of guilt came from. “Hm?” he glanced away and you were quick to speak. Taking a firm grip of his hand, you slipped your fingers between his and gave him a stern expression.

“Don’t let your guilt tell you that you’re going to be a bother, I want you to stay,” your words were accompanied with another reassuring squeeze, and once more his gaze was directed back on you.“...Okay,” he replied, you smiled and turned your attention to the ceiling.

Allowing your intertwined hands to remain nestled between you. Your mind was free of any thoughts, unlike Natsuo who was debating how he could even thank you for everything you did for him. Just listening to him was enough, but you went the extra step to dry his tears and invited him to stay for however long he wanted.

Was it that you knew he found comfort in you, your scent, your presence? Is there any way he could express his gratitude? Suddenly his own words came back, echoing like thunder inside his head. ‘I...couldn’t bring myself to use my quirk again,’ he held his breath and slowly lifted his free hand, turning it so he could gaze at his palm.

The sound of his and Touya’s laughter now softly echoed alongside his words. ‘It’s been years,’ he thought before he turned to glance at you, but ended up flinching when he realized you were already looking at him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, now that everything was off his chest he should be, right? Then again, you have been wrong before. Natsuo almost seemed to be in a trace, though his eyes hadn’t left yours and his hand remained lifted in the air.

‘Would I even know how to control it? I can’t risk hurting Y/n but if this proves how thankful I am to them then…’ he finally seemed to make a choice and he slowly turned on his side causing the bed to shake along with his movements.

“Can I see your other hand for a moment?” he questioned, knowing that if anything did happen to go wrong with his quirk that he could use the basic knowledge he learned from his medical welfare classes to hopefully undo any damage.

“Hm?” you seemed a tad confused by his request and why he was holding his hand up, but once more you reminded yourself that Natsuo had no ill intentions. You maneuvered yourself on your side much like him and slowly held your free hand out.

Natsuo smiled and carefully connected your fingertips, then he took a deep breath. Channeling his long-forgotten quirk to the center of his palm, though he could feel the cold rush. It came as a surprise to you. In fact, the sudden drastic drop in temperature coming from Natsuo's hand was an utter shock.

Even knowing quirks existed, this almost seemed impossible. “N-Natsuo?” you worried something was very wrong when you felt it, the cold rough texture of tiny ice crystals growing across your skin. You almost wanted to pull away as there came a slight pulsing pain with the bitter coldness that was Natsuo's quirk.

But instead, you looked to your hand, your jaw was clasped closed and your eyes were wide. Too focused on those ice crystals that continued to grow and slowly frost over the top of your fingers. You stared in amazement.

“I...b-but you…” your words were all jumbled together and you almost missed the fact that Natsuo’s palm was covered in a thick lining of ice and how red the skin surrounding it was. Still, even if this brought him some minor discomfort.

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched your reaction, the small feeling of heartache numb for the moment and replaced with a small dose of happiness. Partly due to you and partly because he was relieved he could in fact control his quirk even after years of refusing to use it.

“I just wanted to say thank you for being there for me,” he stated and though still astonished, you glanced back at him. Even though the small mishaps would more than likely continue to happen as well as people that would attempt to use him for their own personal benefits. You somehow knew he was going to be just fine.

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