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moodymisty · 10 months

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Tree in bloom - Ch2

< Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 soon >

Author's Note: Tehe, hi. I take forever to draft things. Hope you enjoy.

-pushes this towards the darksiders fandom like a skiddish animal- hello please accept my humble offering I haven't done a multichapter thing in like 9 years sorry if it's a mess

Summary: Even after humanity has just been resurrected, Strife still finds himself using Jones. It’s easier; Until you find him out of his façade. (Taking place days after Death revives humanity, you wade through a world still infested by demons, while Strife struggles with growing attached to someone.)

Relationships: Strife/Fem!Reader

Story Wide Warnings: Canon typical violence, Friends to lovers, Teratophilia, Strife being an emotionally stunted jokster and pouter, Eventual smut maybe, Strife is clingy, One or two OCs maybe to fill things out at times, Shooting guns, rebuilding trust

Word Count: 3949

Ao3 Mirror

'thump thump thump'

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, willing your legs to push as fast as they can possibly go and beyond, stumbling and nearly falling multiple times.

What’s left of the concrete sidewalk crumbles under your shoes; Cracks going deep into the dirt underneath from one hundred years of strain and winding along like a spider’s web.

You have no goal in mind, you never thought even close to that far ahead.

You just need to get away. From everything. Your body had said to run and you listened, not caring where you would end up.

One of your knees almost buckles from how long you've run at a full sprint, struggling not to collapse under your own weight. When you finally do look over your shoulder you see nothing is following, though the Maker's tree is farther in the distance that you'd expected it to be. You can barely see the top of it from over the skeletal remains of buildings; It's safety is almost impossibly far away. Realistically it's probably only a few miles, but that might as well be a million or more right now.

There’s an abandoned storefront right next to you on the sidewalk that has a foyer-like entrance, and you quickly push against the wreckage of what once was a door to slip inside. The moment you do, you can actually stop for a moment and feel how your lungs burn in your chest, heart thumping against your rib cage as if trying to burst forth from it. With a few steps, you turn until you can press your shoulders against the wall, breathing for a moment while slowly sliding down it. Once you fall into a squat, your hands press against your cheeks.

How did he know your name? He spoke like he had recognized you, at least to some degree.

The fact that he had spoken at all had frightened you at first; As you'd been under the assumption that he was a giant, abit lithe demon. But demons didn't speak, at least not often. He also lacked an angel's wings, and was far too large to be anything close to human.

It leaves only one option, but you never really thought you'd live to see one of the Horsemen again. For the people of Haven there's not a single soul that doesn't remember the blur of War's red cape and thundering steed racing through the city, and those sights will continue to stick as a collective memory as they already have for so long.

Your heart still feels like it's in your throat from all the running, hoarse and dry, but at least you don't feel about to pass out now.

But you can't go back to the tree, not yet. If he was following you, walking back to the tree would absolutely make you run right into him again. Though if he was following you, it would be odd that he hadn't managed to catch up with you yet, as even with one look from a good margin away, his stature clearly dwarfed yours.

But even if you can't go back to the tree, you sure as Hell can't stay here. Almost every wall is glass, and any passerby human or other could easily see a cowering fragile mess of a human huddled in the barely standing remains of a building.

Sighing and using a significant amount of effort just to stand back fully upright, you look around through the glass of the door shortly before opening it.

There's nothing alive in view, but you can hear the crackle of never-ending flames and the screech of undead, hellish creatures, somewhere in the distance. It's best not to spend too much time around here, especially alone. You only have a single clip of ammo in your gun, along with a knife.

Just as you feel to make sure you didn't lose said knife in your scramble down the tree, you hear an ungodly screech loud enough to whip your head in every which direction, trying to find the source. When you don't it makes your heart beat faster once again.

There's no way I last through the entire apocalypse only to die to a random pissant demon.

There's a fire escape you quite noticed to your left; You can use it to climb to the top story of this apartment building and hopefully wait out whatever is stalking around, and then trek back to the tree.

The Makers are absolutely going to tear you a new one, that's for sure. Ulthane will probably travel miles from his hovel just to do so. You know it wouldn't be out of character for him, in response to you pulling a stunt as stupid as this. He's yelled at the humans for less.

Rushing towards what might be your safely the metal of the fire escape is horribly rusted, and you put your full weight onto the ladder with no small amount of uneasiness. It creaks and groans in pain, but doesn't break as you climb up the first two rungs.

Afterwards you dare to take a look over your shoulder, and what you see sends you into a fluffy of frantic, clumsy movements.

Quickly your pace increases, but once your hand touches the fourth rung the fire escape begins to pull away from the wall, forcing you to abandon climbing lest you get trapped underneath it. You let out a yelp of pain as the concrete scrapes against your clothes, ripping and biting at your skin through the fabric as you fall to the ground.

Get up get up get up!

But no matter how fast you try to will yourself to, your body is so tired that you can barely manage to scramble to your knees. As you do you hear him, getting closer and closer.

Your hands shake and once again your heart is trying to escape it’s cage, but you still try to push it a bit further, stumbling to your hands and feet getting ready to-

“Don’t run!"

He yells, the tone of his voice and wild glow of his eyes only serving to frighten you further. He looks like he could crush you in one fell swoop, which makes it all the odder when his voice actually fades down to a tone that almost seems unfitting.

"Please don’t run again?”

It seems like your fight or flight response is finally well and truly shot, frozen in place looking at him awkwardly as you pause stuck halfway between getting to your feet. But now it seems like he’s run out of things to say, and halts.

“Shit- I, Just-” A sharp gauntlet rakes through his wild hair, as he paces.

He shifts his weight from one leg to another, glowing eyes not looking in your direction. It's like he almost didn't expect you to actually listen to him. You finish rising to your feet, one slightly behind the other.

He's still trying to write up his next sentence or, something, as he's still looking almost beyond you. When he does suddenly make a move however, taking one step forward closer to you, it's a lightning quick habit to grab your gun and point it right at him.

His body posture doesn't change in the slightest, but he does retract his only step forward and raise his hands up slightly- like someone who is only jokingly being held at gunpoint.

“Look, respectfully; That gun really isn’t gonna do much more than hurt my feelings.”

He laughs, though it seems to be at himself more than anything. He turns his hands so his palms face the sky, and gives a heavy shrug of his shoulders.

“...You can shoot me if it makes you feel better... Or somethin’.”

What?

The barrel of your gun lowers slightly, mouth agape as you look at him. Every word that’s come out of his mouth has done nothing but confuse you even more than you already are. And in that bafflement, you lower down the gun just enough that you can speak to him, voice almost cracking with how dry and hoarse your throat is.

“What do you want with me?"

He just awkwardly laughs.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok. There's demons all over out here.”

That was, not anywhere near an answer you had expected; And you really have no answer to it. Slowly lowering the gun to your hip height you keep your eyes on him, watching the way the light bounces off the shiner parts of his armor. Some of it is clearly worn down after an untold number of years of wear and tear, especially the scarf around his neck, as that remains as only tattered remains of what it probably once was.

Your feet smidge backwards just slightly, trying to get even the tiniest bit of space between the two of you.

“And what, you care that much about some random human?" You're not a fan of the way your voice shakes, even if barely. Not as if your emotions can betray you, as he probably already knows quite well you're terrified and nearly shaking like a leaf.

But it's just so weird, the way he's so casually talking to you. It wasn't exactly what you had expected from someone so... Fabled.

It's hard to tell what emotion he's feeling with his helmet covering all but his eyes, but it's clear he's thinking.

"Tch," He makes an almost annoyed noise. "Look; Back there, you weren't supposed to see that."

Perhaps it isn't the smartest thing to raise your voice at a Horsemen, and maybe you'll live to regret it later, but you can't help but reel back at the nonchalance; Almost disrespectful.

You caught him slaughtering demons- and whatever else, not doing something embarrassing.

'If he kills me, he kills me. There's no chance in hell I could run from him now.'

"See what? I was just looking for my friend! I-"

And you still haven't found Jones, but the Horsemen suddenly interrupts you before you have a chance to finish.

"And you found him!"

......

You stand there frozen and confused, eyes wide after hearing his voice rise to a yell for a moment, watching the Horsemen shift from one boot to another as if he's resisting the urge to pace. Your gun is still in your hand, you remember; The metal is cold and while you know it won't do shit to him, you can't quite put it away.

"I knew all the humans wouldn't trust," He gestures broadly and almost self-deprecatingly at himself. "Me, so... I made Jones."

Made?

Your lips part, eyes glancing over him as if the answer is going to lay somewhere else.

He has to be fucking with you. This is some sort of sadistic attempt to pull one over on a human thats already about to keel over like a frightened rabbit.

"This, this has to be a joke," You say, and he seems almost irritated you're still confused and flighty, if only for a moment. "This sounds insane, I don't know you're trying to do but-" You're backing up, getting ready to just bail from this and hope to whatever is listening that you can loose him and forget all of this has ever happened.

"Wait!" He stutters as his brain catches up with his mouth. "I know you, from the tree! I promised to help you once I came back!"

Looking back at him, you remember that yeah- Jones did offer to help you once he came back. And, well you think you'd remember if there had been a giant horsemen in the vicinity.

Sure you've been through the apocalypse, seen weirder, but you still have absolutely no idea what to say.

"I'm Jones. Me." He points at himself, but you aren't exactly fully listening.

This is... insane. But there really isn't anyway you can deny the fact that he doesn't seem to be lying, other than just trying to forget this all happened. A valid option, after everything.

“But...”

You can hear that he's probably giving some sort of smile behind the mask, judging by the surprisingly light tone in his voice now. He seems to have gotten over everything that happened before, and has done a full 180.

“I’m actually Strife.”

Your eyes glance back up to his face, instead of his chest. So you were right; He is one of the horsemen. You’ve heard his name before, and it was never said in a pleasant tone.

Granted you've heard all of the Horsemen's names from the Makers, though Strife's was the one that was usually said with the most amount of distain, or with a curse following shortly thereafter.

But once everything settles just a bit, you can't really feel much else but angry. Clenching your hands you throw them forward, before they go back to your sides.

“I, I trusted you!" The horsemen straightens up at your tone as if you hit him, surprised. "You were lying to me this entire time!?”

He seems almost surprised by your sudden outburst, prompted upon the realization that you'd been strung around in the dark apparently, for so long.

You're absolutely going to collapse when you fully realize the gravity of yelling at a man who's brother nearly destroyed Earth.

“Hey! I did it to avoid this!” He gestures between the both of you, and thus the defensive posture you still have. Quickly you fire back, your throat still hoarse.

“And so you thought lying was better!?”

He goes quiet.

When he makes another move you flinch, instinctively trying to keep a minimum amount of space between you two. You already regret yelling at a Horsemen, but he doesn't seem to take mind of it at all, surprisingly.

You don’t trust him as far as you can throw him; And that isn’t any at all, judging by the bulk of his armor and the way he towers over you. Even from almost two meters away, his shadow is still brushing over the toes of your boots.

He attempts to speak in a softer tone that seems incredibly unfamiliar to him- the caterwaul of dustwings echos off somewhere in the background.

“Look- You need to get back to the tree. Let me give you a ride.”

Eyes darting around you don’t quite know what he means by ride for a moment, though it’s only a moment, as he whistles and suddenly- something seems to just come from what feels the air itself.

The sound of metal clops on the pavement as it materializes, and you barely register that it’s shaped like a horse, before it looks at you and you almost drop dead right then and there. The whinny it gives sounds otherworldly, and it matches the look impeccably. With how much armor it has on however, it's nearly impossible to tell if there is an actual horse under there, or if it's just some sort of unholy creation.

Quickly backing in from the creature this time instead of the Horsemen, you shake your head and put your palms right out in front of you; Hell bent on putting as much space between you and it as possible.

“No! Absolutely no way!”

The steed paws at the crumbled concrete as if bored, it’s ghost-like mane flowing in the soft wind that sends a chill through your body.

'Strife', crosses his arms, looking down on you with those glowing eyes.

“What,” He's smirking, you can just tell. “Scared of a horse?” Quickly your face goes from shocked and frightened to angry and frightened, as you take yet another step back and hug your shoulders. You only pull one away from a moment to point at it, and as if on cue, the horse looks up at you seeming almost with banality.

“That, is not a horse! That, That is a-” He turns to look at his ‘horse’, for a second, before looking back to you and shrugging his armored shoulders.

“Looks like a horse to me.”

You never remembered Jones being this smug.

The horse snorts as it stands behind it’s rider, bored with it all as you continue to fight going anywhere near it.

“Mayhem doesn’t bite.”

Of course that's it's name.

You look at the way his eyes glow and the almost ghost-like nature of his mane, and find that reassurance hard to believe. The Horsemen however seems to not notice or doesn’t care that you don’t seem entirely convinced, and instead hits the saddle. You shake your head and speak at a more normal tone.

“No, I can walk.”

Strife seems to almost deflate at the way you refuse his offer, oddly enough. But he seems to reinflate fast enough to attempt at convincing you. He hits the saddle again.

“You’re not going to make it in one piece alone. Just,” He blows air from his lips that sounds similar to a raspberry from behind his mask. “Just let me get you back."

As much as you don’t want to admit it, he’s not entirely wrong. You’re out in the middle of nowhere, and running out this far has already sapped a good bit of your energy. You don't like the idea of taking up his offer, but it's not as if you have any better alternative.

So perhaps the ghostly steed and his lying owner could give you a ride. But once you’re in the tree, you don’t want to be near him anymore. You need time. To figure this all out.

“Ok," He perks up so much so you startle, shifting your feet. "So I just, get on?”

Strife, you have to remember his name, moves his hands, grabbing the saddlehorn with one and gesturing with the other.

“Like I said, Mayhem doesn’t bite.”

The jury is still out on that; You see the way this horse is staring at you as you approach his flank. He seems to only be allowing you this close because his rider is the one asking you to be. Or maybe his bored face just looks intimidating, but you're not going to take the risk and find out.

Grasping the edges of the saddle you heft yourself into the stirrup after a few tries, and eventually make it up without assistance. He originally moved to quickly help you, but when you shifted away, he seems to take the hint that you want none of that.

Shifting around in the saddle it's huge, fitted for a larger than human rider, but at least it's somewhat comfortable. Your toes can barely reach the stirrups however, now that you're seated.

Just as you're attempting to put a foot in one Strife Puts his right foot in the right stirrup, grasping the saddlehorn and suddenly shifting the whole saddle to one side. You grasp tight underneath his armored hand, the edges sharp against your skin before he takes it away once he's seated right behind you.

With one heel he gives the horse a gentle nudge and you’re moving forward, the jingle of metal the foremost sound in your ear. If it’s Strife’s armor, Mayhem’s, or perhaps a combination of both is unknown.

"See, It's not so bad," He says, The chains that serve as the steed's reins jingling in his hand.

"I mean Mayhem's probably the least scary one out of all of them," You assume by 'them' he's referring to the other Horsemen's mounts. "Maybe Ruin? He's just big."

"The one that helped start the Apocalypse?" You say quietly. Strife lets out a nervous laugh, and you can even hear him thickly swallow.

"Oh yeah... Right. That's still a sore spot."

Did he, think it wouldn't be? Humanity is still in shambles, and unless his outlook on life is overwhelmingly positive it's a bit hard to deny that.

It's not exactly something you want to think too hard about right now, pursing your lips.

"Don't worry," He says, continuing to ramble on despite the fact that you really aren't talking back; A combination of being like a deer in the headlights and still a flurry of emotions. "Me and Mayhem are far better than those angry louts anyways."

Hands tightening around the saddlehorn you see the tree coming closer and closer, and with it your home base.

You can almost feel the tense, borderline nervous energy Strife is exuding behind you, as he ushers his steed to pick up the pace. But even then he still doesn't get the hint that maybe you aren't in the mood to talk, rambling on and on.

You get the hint that besides his occassional words as 'Jones', he hasn't had someone to talk to for a long time.

When you stop at the base of the tree, you’re off the horse as fast as you can possibly go, beating even him to the ground. You have to hand onto the saddle and effectively plummet to the ground, but you manage it well enough.

“Don’t get into too much trouble.”

You purse your lips tight and nod.

“...You too.”

He may have lied to you but… It’s not as if you hope he gets hurt. Your feet scrape against the bark of the tree as you back away from him, before turning and racing upwards.

When you’re halfway up and glance over the side, you can see he’s still there, oddly enough. If he’s still when you enter the tree you don’t know, as instantly you feel multiple sets of eyes on you.

You can hear the voice of one of the Makers asking what’s on your heels, but you don’t answer. Instead you keep pace forward, up the rickety steps and out onto one of the larger branches of the tree. Outside of the main central 'room'. You can update them later, as you've going to make yourself far too hard for them to reach and try and force you to do so.

This is a go to spot for a few of the humans when everything is just a bit too much, and you don’t want one of the Makers bugging you. Or really anyone for that matter. As getting more than one person out on the branch would be precarious at best.

It’s decently cold tonight, and you would’ve needed something to bundle up with if you weren’t still so hot from running for your life. And while you are cooling down, the torn and weathered jacket you have on is enough for now. You wouldn't want to go get anything more anyways.

How do you even, how do you even deal with this?

Sickly for a moment you think you’d rather have just found Jones dead or gone, before instantly throwing out that thought.

No, you don’t want Jones dead. Strife. You’re just frustrated. Need a minute.

The two are nothing alike; And that will take more than awhile to get used to.

Get used to, as you assume you're going to see him again. What if he's just gone forever now?

Thats not really something you want, even after everything. His façade versus the real deal are so incredibly different, but he is still technically your friend.

You can here people talking inside the tree, probably about your raging entrance, but you just drown it all out.

A horsemen? This whole time?

You don’t know exactly how much time has past with you sitting out here, as it's not completely dark.

One rare nice thing about the Apocalypse was with most of the light pollution gone, you can see the stars in the city central again.

I need a fucking nap.

#darksiders strife x reader #strife x reader #Strife/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting #Darksiders

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bloodanddiscoballs · 1 year

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so I've got 3 feral cats that I need to get caught haha I've got my girl Ellie who I've been working on for a couple months now. I think she had her kittens but something happened cause she's stopped leaving. I think it was just too cold. I'm sad that I couldn't get her caught before she had them but I had caught her brother and she had been sketchy with me for a bit after that. now she's back to being my little buddy so I think I can for sure catch her. but!!! I have two more cats that I've got comin around that I have added to my catching list! basically I thought there was only one black cat who I was trying to get to come closer but it turns out there's two! and they're clearly related cause they have the same sad eyes. I'll try to get a pic but both of them have downward turned eyes so they always look like they're about to cry sjdjf but there's the little girl who is tiny like Ellie (I've named this one Mia) and then the other one who is LARGE and fluffy. I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl but I haven't named this one yet. both of the black ones seem like they could be adopted if I catch them cause they really do want attention and I've only spent a little bit of time with them. the bigger one is more skiddish with me but I just met them so hopefully they'll get more relaxed soon. if anyone has any suggestions about the name I'd love to hear! Mia is about the 3rd of the size of this other black one and she is a short hair while this big baby is pitch black with a very floofy coat and sad green eyes like Mia. they have a weak chin as well.

#cats #i wish people here would stop abandoning their cats #at least get them fixed #stop making it my problem #i dont see any of the other people in the neighborhood trying to catch them either

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revirushifaa · 3 years

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Sweet Memories

Summary: One night when Lucifer is checking old books for paperwork that he needs done, he stumbles with an old photo album with his angel years with the rest of his brothers. Leviathan is the only brother he knows being awake, so he calls him to check them with him.

Note: These are my headcanons on how the bros were as angels. Satan is not there for obvious reasons, these events happened before the Celestial War, so Satan is non-existent there.

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"Where could I have put it? Hm..." Lucifer mused as he was searching for some old documents that could help him with the paperwork he was currently doing, late night and busy as ever, he was given the chance to rest but he decided to work instead.

"Hm? Hey, this is..." when he spotted a certain book, he stopped his search and picked it up, the book was a bit dusty, so he blew it and wiped it off with his gloves, seeing what the book was about, he sighed softly.

His angel years with his brothers, that was the photo album that they all agreed to have as memories for when they had their previous life. Lucifer flipped the book open and began looking at the pictures, a small smile crossing his features. All his brothers as little angels.

He had an idea, he grabbed his D.D.D and texted Leviathan.

'Levi, can you come to my room?'

Levi was likely still awake having a marathon of his favorite anime. He, however felt his phone vibrated and pulled it out, blinking.

"Lucifer wants to see me? Wonder what he wants."

He wasn't all that nervous since he and Lucifer had very positive bonding times just the two of them, he paused his anime and got up, sending an 'on my way' text back to Lucifer. He knocked on the eldest's door.

"Lucifer, I'm here."

The door was open and Lucifer greeted his younger brother with a small smile.

"Come in, Levi."

Levi walked in, as the door behind him closed behind and took a seat on a couch in Lucifer's room.

"Remember this?"

Levi's eyes widened at seeing the photo album. "No way! You have our photo album! I never thought, you would save that..."

"I did of course. I could never let these memories go lost in space... the only memories of being a angel that I would never forget." Lucifer nodded, showing the pictures to his brother. Levi looked at them with a certain fondness, he had to admit, these moments were really magical, they all were very close as angels, but didn't mean now as demons they were not anymore, they still were brothers, but some differences were in the way, still though, they appreciated one another in their own way.

"Oh this one photo..." Levi looked at the picture. It was one when he was just a few years born, like four. He was afraid of swinging in a swing that was put their merely for the little angels' fun. "I was so frightened, until you swung with me, Lucifer, I didn't even want to swing with Mammon, but you." he chuckled a bit. "Guess, I was a bit of a skiddish baby angel."

Lucifer chuckled. "Yes, only with me, you were able to cast your fear away. Look at that, I still remember as if it was just yesterday you were born, you're so grown up, little brother..." he sighed, where had time gone to. His brother was an adult demon, not that sweet shy little angel of the picture.

Levi looked embarrassed. "Lucifer, please, you're embarrassing me.." he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed at his brother's words, but smiled fondly the picture, remembering how it went.

Long, long ago...

"What's that?" Little angel Leviathan asked, as he stared at the new structure while he was hiding behind Mammon.

"It's just a swing, Father ordered for it to be put for our fun! I think it's awesome, wanna try it, Levi?" Mammon asked his little brother, turning around a little to see him.

"N-no, thanks. Seems dangerous." Levi shook his head, refusing to go on and sit on the swing in front of him.

"Oh, c'mon, Levi! It'll be much fun!" The white-haired angel moved to pick up his little brother, who squirmed in his hold and cried.

"No, no, no! Put me down, Mammon! Put me DOWN!" He wailed, his eyes pricking with tears at the corners.

"What seems to be the matter." A deep voice asked behind the angels. Angel Lucifer had come to check on his little brothers, seeing Levi crying in Mammon's arms.

"Mammon, put Leviathan down, he is scared. You should not force him to do something he does not not want to do." Lucifer ordered, folding his arms and eyeing his second brother disapprovingly.

Mammon pouted and placed, sobbing little Levi down. "But I just wanted to show him the swings and swing with him! I wasn't even hurting him, Lucifer!"

"Yes, I know that. But, he does not want that." The older angel stated as he approached his brothers and crouched down to Levi, putting a hand on his head, speaking softly to him. "Levi, it is alright, it is just a swing." He held his small hand.

Levi sniffled and looked up at his brother. "It won't hurt me?"

"No, it will not," Lucifer cleaned up Levi's teary eyes with his thumb and smiled gently down at him. "Would you like to try it? I will go with you." Unlike how Mammon asked him, Lucifer didn't immediately pick him up to put him there by force, he used words first, instead of actions.

Seeing that his wise older brother was asking him gently first, Levi nodded his head a little. "Okay, but, Lucifer, go with me."

"Of course, brother mine, I will go."

The older angel led the younger angel by the hand to the swing and let him see him, not urging him to sit on if he didn't want to. Levi let go of his brother's hand and moved slowly to the swing, lightly poking it, seeing it didn't do a thing to him back. But he didn't want to sit on, still unsure of it.

"Do you want me to sit with you, brother?" Lucifer offered him and Levi thought for a moment, before nodding, trusting him. Lucifer picked him up gently, sitting down on the swing, placing Levi on his lap, holding him with an arm around the child's chest, and holding onto the side of the swing with his free arm.

"Mammon, can you push us?"

"Yes, I can!" Cheerily, Mammon moved forward and started pushing Lucifer in the swing with Levi.

"W-woooooooaaaah! I can see our room from here!" Levi squeaked, seeing the sight before him as he went back and forth.

Lucifer chuckled. "Impressive, right? This is what you see when you swing." He replied gently, holding securely onto the swing and his brother.

"And I can push you the highest, you haven't seen a thing yet, brothers!" Mammon giggled with a grin, and pushed the other angels as high as he could.

Levi kept aweing as Lucifer calmly swung with him, replying to anything the child told him, having much fun. He was a teenager angel, but he didn't mind being around his kid brothers, that was what he enjoyed doing, he was their big brother and as their big brother, he promised to be with them always.

A picture was taken without the brothers' knowledge, one that would be saved as a very dear memory.

Present time

Levi sighed as he remembered how that went. "Lucifer, this memory is by far my favorite one. There's more I know... but this one, makes it very special." He smiled, looking at his kid self holding onto the swing with his brother, he looked so excited and Mammon happily pushing them from behind.

Lucifer had also remembered the memory, a look full of fondness as he sighed. "Sometimes I wish things were like those times again, where we didn't have to worry about a thing, just of living and staying together... will never forget these wholesome times." He flipped the pages and smiled softly, at the next picture.

"Ah, look at this one, you fell ill and I had to stay behind to care for you, missing the feast with the other brothers. You were a little older here."

Levi smiled back. "I was like ten/eleven, can't remember but, I felt happy you cared too much for staying with me." He really did, Lucifer's will was to stay with him until he got better with his cares.

Long, long ago

"Where is Leviathan?" Lucifer asked his younger brothers, he was holding his infant sister Lilith in arms. "The feast is starting soon and we cannot go without him."

"Last I checked, he was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up, so I let him sleep more." Mammon replied, he was holding little baby angel Belphie in arms while Asmo had Beel in his own arms.

Lucifer frowned softly. "Still in bed? Odd for him, normally he's up at the same time as Mammon... I will go check on him." He gently put Lilith in Mammon's arms. "Watch Lilith, too." He instructed as Mammon adjusted the infant angel in arms, so she fit in as he was holding Belphie at the same time.

Lucifer walked inside the temple and to his brother's room, knocing in softly. "Levi?" He called and waited. When he got no answer, he opened the door and stepped inside, seeing his brother still in bed. He walked over to him and placed his hand on his forehead to wake him, frowning concerned, seeing he had a fever.

"Oh no. This can't be good." His brother had a fever, that meant it was some heavenly flu that he came down with.

Levi groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "L-Lucifer...? Is it the feast already?" his voice was hoarse.

"Almost, but you aren't well, are you?"

Levi shook his head. "I feel hot and very yucky." He had bas taste because of his cold.

Lucifer frowned. "You have heavenly flu, brother mine. You cannot get out of bed like this."

"B-but what about the feast?! Father's not gonna be happy with me skipping it, you know how he is..." Levi bit his lip a little.

Lucifer shook his head. "No. I will tell him you caught a cold, and I will stay behind to take care of you until you get better."

Levi smiled feebly. "Thank you, big brother... you're so nice to me."

Lucifer ruffled his indigo hair and sent a message by thought to his Father, explaining everything to him. Then nodded when he was immediately replied.

"Do not worry, Levi. Father knows now and he will not be mad for skipping the feast, I will stay here with you." He said reassuringly, then stood. "I just have to tell the rest of our siblings that we won't be joining them in the feast."

At Levi's nod, the older angel left the room to see his other siblings and spoke to them.

"Listen, everyone. Levi is ill with heavenly flu and won't be joining us. I will stay behind and take care of him, the rest of you will go to the feast with no exception."

"Do we take our baby siblings there? Beel and Belphie can eat solids now, but Lilith is merely born a few hours ago, what should she eat while all of us are eating?" Mammon asked, a little thoughtful.

"Feed the twins with bland food, there should be bottles of milk for our sister. Your caretaker, Uriel will take you to the feast and watch over you, while I'm with Levi. Now, behave yourselves and do not cause any sort of trouble, or there will be consequences. You don't wish to upset Father either." Lucifer said to the rest of the little angels and they all nodded at him or rather Mammon and Asmo, for the last of the siblings were still very young to speak clearly.

Pleased with their answers, Lucifer whirled to stay with sick little Levi and sat by his bed side. "I am here, Levi." he assured softly, rubbing his hot forehead.

"Big brother, I feel yucky..." Levi whimpered, being the sensitive little brother, he was beginning to whine at being sick.

"Shh, shh, do not speak much, sleep," Lucifer hushed him softly. "Do you want me to sing a lullabye to you?"

Levi nodded, his brother's soothing voice helped him calm down easily. Lucifer cleared his throat and began singing to his little brother, holding his hand.

"Little brother mine,

Hush now, close your eyes,

Dream of a wonderful world with all of us,

Little brother mine,

Hush now, lay your head close to my chest,

You will dream peacefully, not a single nightmare,

Little brother mine,

Hush now, sleep tightly, tightly..."

When he was done singing, Lucifer turned to look at Levi and he was once again sleeping, his little hand holding his tightly and the older angel smiled warmly, reaching over and planting a brotherly kiss to his head. That lullabye was sung to him when he was a mere baby, he sung it to Mammon and Levi when they were little infants, and still sung it to them and the rest of his siblings, only changing the lyrics when it was sung to Lilith.

"Sleep well, get well soon, little brother mine..."

Present time

"Lucifer..." Levi suddenly mumbled. Lucifer turned to him from the book.

"Yes?"

"What changed you to who you are now? You were so caring, rarely even yelled or punished us like how you do now..." Lucifer sighed. He knew he would be asked that question eventually, so he was honest with his answer, not telling a single lie.

"I turned strict because of your own good and the others... you all needed a firm hand in discipline, not just gentleness or not consequences at all. I... I would not take it to see any of you go forever for any rash behavior... you all are very important to me... all of you. Even if I'm hard as a rock or unmoving... you will always be my little brothers, nothing will ever change that."

Leviathan understood the need to be more firmer now that they all were demons, when they were angels they didn't do any mischief as the one most of them did nowadays.

"Yeah, I get that, I just miss your old caring you so much..."

Lucifer wrapped an arm around Levi's shoulders. "I'm still caring, you all just don't know when I do it and I prefer doing it secretly." He explained, squeezing Levi's shoulder.

"Hm. Well, I should be grateful you still show me the same care as when I was a tiny angel, thank you, Lucifer..." shyly, Levi admitted earning a quick chuckle from Lucifer.

"Don't mention it, brother mine. Still want to see more photos?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

And both brothers kept watching more pictures of sweet memories and remembering the sweet and dear moments that they had back at the Celestial Realm.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lilith #no satan #mentions of lilith as a baby angel #mizu's writing #headcanons #angel brothers #angel brothers before they turned into demons #before the celestial war #fluff

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 3 years

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A Sky Full Of Stars

Ao3

(((( big thanks to @tinyboop for.... letting me rant at you i guess???? Hahahhaa! Idk!!! ))))

Summary: this is literally the most random little thing about Sam and Bucky and Mother's Day.

They'd been out grabbing some groceries when they walked past the little display in the window of the flower shop. Some big bright thing about mother's day being right around the corner. Bucky goes quiet. Not that he was being overly rowdy or anything. But he'd been relaxed. Having a nice time. He's tense the rest of the way home and Sam doesn't see him for the rest of the night.

The next few days he hardly sees him either. He comes out for food and disappears again. Sam leaves him to it, knows he'll talk when he's ready. Or at least come out of his room. He's never chatty. But Sam gives him space.

He gets up early on Mother's Day, makes himself a small breakfast, and smiles to himself when he hears Bucky "sneak" out the front door. He grabs his jacket, slips his shoes on, and follows him.

Sam knows exactly where they're going as soon as Bucky takes his 3rd left. He watches him go through the gates, shoulders drooped, head down, hood up. And Sam turns around, lets him go.

Bucky just stands there. For a long time. Looking down at his mom's grave. He doesn't know what to say. He used to be good at talking to his ma. But he just can't seem to say anything. His throats all closed up. He hears Sam way before he scuffles up behind him and stops.

They both stand there.

Silent.

Bucky clenches his fists.

"I left her." Bucky finally says, quiet. Sam sighs and closes the space, his hand falls on Bucky's shoulder easy.

"You didn't leave her." Bucky looks up at him, smiles that sad smile he has, and Sam's heart breaks, like it always does.

"I did though." Sam takes a deep breath. There's days Bucky is fine. And then there are days when ghosts show up. Ghosts Sam never would have even thought to think of. And this was one of those days.

"Okay, maybe you left her. In the literal sense. But you didn't abandon her Buck. You got drafted. You wrote her letters yeah?" Bucky doesn't say anything. Sam shakes his shoulder.

"Yeah. I wrote her letters." He finally says. Quiet.

"Bucky." He moves to look him in the eyes. "You didn't leave her. You were taken." He thinks for a moment, eyes moving away from Bucky and then zeroing back in.

"Twice." Bucky looks at his feet.

"Hey" Sam says, quiet like he's trying not spook a skiddish horse. Bucky looks back up at him, with mainly his eyes.

"It wasn't your fault. And i should know, cuz i mean a lot of things are DEFINITELY your fault, but not this." Sam feels relief flood through him when Bucky laughs. It's small. But its there.

"Those for me?" Bucky asks.

"What?" Bucky nods at Sam's hand, he'd forgotten he was holding them, a bundle of flowers.

"You wish. These are for your mother. Obviously." Sam rolls his eyes and sets them gently on the grave in front of them, as he straightens the leaves he doesn't see the look Bucky gives him.

Afterward, Sam drags him away. Tells him he wants to show him something. Bucky is apprehensive at best. But he lets Sam take him god knows where. Turns out god knows where is Sam's family's place. His mother's house to be exact. Bucky is shaking by the time they get to the door.

"Sam I'm not sure this is a good idea."

"Hush. It's fine" And then his mom is answering the door and pulling them both inside.

"You're late young man." his mother says. Sam laughs as she pulls him close.

"Sorry mama, we had to stop and visit his mom in The Valley." She lets her son go and looks at Bucky, her eyes are kind like Sam's, and when she gives him a small toothy smile he sees Sam's gap and dimples reflected too. Then she pulls him close too. Doesnt say she's sorry for his loss, doesn't pity him, just squeezes him tight and says,

"Well if there's an exception to the rule, I'd say that qualifies." Then she turns to Sam, looking stern.

"Are you gonna introduce your guest?" And Sam startles and stutters before hurrying through the introductions. Bucky mumbles a small hello, and Sam's mom smiles at him again before telling him he can sit down and keep her company while sam cooks them a nice meal.

Bucky and Sam's mom get along, very well. Sam swears he even hears bucky laugh at one point, but when he peeks in to look at them, both of them are stone faced watching the tv. Sam is immediately suspicious, but he lets it go. They're quiet for awhile before he hears bucky say,

"I'm gonna see if he needs help with anything Mrs. Wilson, I'll be right back

" Sam smiles into the gravy he's stiring and pretends he didn't hear a thing. Bucky doesn't say anything for a long time, and when Sam finally turns around he finds him leaning in the doorway, arms and legs crossed as he watches Sam.

"Whats up Buck?" He asks, moving on to check the boiling potatoes. Bucky shakes his head gently.

"Just seein if you need any help?" He steps forward finally, into the kitchen. Sam looks at him for a second.

"You know how to cook?" He narrows his eyes.

"Of course i know how to cook. Little suprised you do." He says, laying his hands flat on the table, looking over Sam's cooking.

"What? Why are you suprised i can cook?" He sounds offended. And then Bucky is smiling and he just doesn't care.

"Sam, half the time i see you eat you're eating fast food or those weird protein bar things."

"Excuse me!?" Sam's mothers voice calls from the living room.

"Nothin mama!" He glares at Bucky who smiles and moves his eyesbrows on his forhead exactly once.

"Oh you're an asshole." Sam says and turns back to the stove.

"Yeah... i know. But I'm an asshole who's offering a service. You takin it or leavin it?" He turns again, Bucky's hands are at his sides, palms out, questioning. Sam watches him, thinks it over, sees Bucky's foot start to move and says,

"Can you mash potatoes?"

"Can i mash potatoe? Sam is now really the best time to brush up on your dancing?" He says, moving forward and taking the bowl of now strained boiled potatoes from Sam. Sam swears he hears his mother snort in the other room.

"You- what?"

"The mash potatoe. It's a dance. Was a dance? Is a dance." He decides, taking the mixer off the counter, dodging around Sam as he's frozen in confusion.

"Oh right, yeah. Good one." He says, sounding far away. He'd gotten the joke. He KNEW what the dance was. But Bucky joking had... knocked him off balance.

He watched as he began to get the potatoes going, saw that small smile on his face, and had to shake his head. A joking, smiling, Bucky Barnes, was helping him make his mother dinner for mother's day. He cleared his throat and got back to work.

Dinner was amazing. Bucky and his mother both praised the food he'd made. She gushed over the mashed potatoes for an overly long time, sharing little glances with Bucky that made Sam suspicious again. The fact that she kept looking between them, smiling and shaking her head was not helping.

They headed out late. His mom giving Bucky a very long hug before waving him out the door. Bucky went to stand by the car while Sam said goodbye to his mother. She stood looking up at him for a moment.

"What?" He asked, she had a look in her eyes.

"That boy." She nodded to Bucky.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, head tilting as he glanced at Bucky and then back to her.

"He's a good one. Nice manners. And funny." She said, inclining her head and swatting at Sam's chest.

"Funny? He's funny?" Sam asked, skepticism pressed into his voice hard, to keep up appearances. His mother looked at him, her hip cocking to the side.

"Yes. Funny. Charming too. And a bit sad." She said, looking out at Bucky, who had the decency to pretend to be looking at the stars.

"Yeah. I guess he's-"

"But not around you."

"Huh?"

"He's not sad around you."

"Mama how could you know that?"

"He has these little lines around his eyes when he's around you. Like he's smilin even when he isn't."

"He-"

"Just cuz he isn't smiling doesn't mean he isn't happy to be there." She said, cryptic as always when important things are being said.

"Happy to be where?" Sam asked, though he was pretty sure he knew her answer.

"Whereever you are." She smiled up at him once more and then pulled him close, and thanked him for a lovely meal, same as every year.

Sam walked to the car slowly, Bucky was still looking at the sky. Sam unlocked it and Bucky looked at him finally, nodding before sliding into the passenger seat.

They drive in silence for awhile before bucky sighs and relaxes farther in his seat. "There's so many stars out here." Sam glances at him, his eyes are still fixed on the sky. So he hadn't been pretending, he was genuinely transfixed by the sky.

"That was one of the best things about Wakanda. Besides the quiet. At night you'd look up, and it was just a sky full of stars." Bucky hadn't mentioned much about his time in Wakanda, to anyone. Sam was pretty sure he just wanted to have something to himself. He glanced at bucky again.

"There are places around here like that. Places you could go. You could probably buy a house in a place like that." Sam said, they'd never talked much about that either. Bucky having a place of his own. Sam could see him nodding, could see that small smile on his lips. "That'd be nice." He said, sighing again as the warm air blew over his skin. Sam cleared his throat and forced himself to keep his eyes on the road.

"So, where to next?" He said, for something to say really. He knew they were heading home. He felt Bucky shrug heavily next to him. And then felt Bucky's eyes on him. Sam turned to look at him, cautiously.

"Wherever you want, it's good with me."

And Sam saw it. What his mother had been talking about, the little lines around Bucky's eyes. He was smiling, without smiling. And he was looking at Sam. And he knew, just then, for that moment, he'd go anywhere with Bucky, do anything for him, as long he kept looking at him like that.

Sam smiled then, and huffed out a laugh as he moved his eyes back to the road. He heard Bucky do the same, saw a flash of white in his peripheral vision that ment Bucky was full on smiling, before he turned to look out the window once more. Sam took a deep breath, letting the warm air whisper agaisnt his skin as he drove them back to the city, hands twitching on the wheel when Bucky shifted in his seat and let his hand rest loosely on the console between them.

Sam almost reached out. He suddenly longed to touch him, and though the hand lying there was metal, it was still Bucky's. He glanced at Bucky again and made himself a promise.

Soon.

Soon he'd reach out. He'd touch him. He'd reach out and change things. The next time Bucky smiled. Under a sky full of stars.

#my writing #sambucky #winter falcon #sambucky fic #winter falcon fic

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dr-imagines-modfuyuhiko · 4 years

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Main Games’ Protags + Love Interests

Cuddle HCs

Cute concept cause I’m touch deprived... fuck covid :)

Category: Fluff HCs (with a little angst at Chiaki and Kaede’s parts)

Specifics: Gender of reader not mentioned, Ultimate not mentioned, mentions periods throughout the timeline

Warnings: none

And yes I’m putting Shuichi after Kaede, he is the original love interest in V3

Makoto

Soft babey

He’s definitely the small spoon most of the time, even if you’re shorter than him

He’s slightly insecure that you’re the one holding him instead of the other way around

But you always reassure him it’s cute to see him pull your arms tighter around him

To which he becomes a blushy mess

Other times he’ll lay his body over yours in a protective manner, shielding you from any harm that may come your way

Also because he loves snuggling into your chest but he won’t ever admit that out loud

Play with his hair

Just please

It’s the fluffiest thing in the world, even when he cuts it shorter

It also just relaxes him

Say he’s gotten worked up or stressed due to a class trial or something at the Future Foundation

He’s automatically going to you for you to hold him and pet his hair

It’s become almost an instinct for him to look for you

There was one time after a class trial that you almost got voted out but he was able to prove your innocence

He didn’t let go of you for the rest of the night, he insisted you stay in his room

Though he didn’t tell you why exactly he was so skiddish, you figured no one would target you just for that, he just didn’t want to lose you

So that night the roles were reversed, he was the one holding you to his chest and hugging you like a teddy bear

Mention how adorable he was being and he’ll be hiding his face in his hands

He’s not against cuddling in front of people

He actually loves that he can show you off in more subtle ways like holding your hand or keeping you at his side while walking

Overall, he just wants to keep you close as much as possible without overstepping boundaries

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Kyoko

Cuddling whom???

When you first ask her to cuddle with you she is just confused

You can bet she hasn’t had anyone cuddle her since she was 5

So the first time you two cuddled, she was rather stiff, it took her a few more tries at it before she was able to fully relax

She’s almost always on guard, so you guys only really have full on cuddle sessions when she’s 100% sure nothing is gonna come to hurt you

She’s a big spoon

Don’t ask me why, she just gives me that energy

She wants to keep you safe, and what better way than to just hold you close

She doesn’t exactly have a favorite position, but if she had to choose, she’d probably say when she’s sitting up and you’re leaning against her chest from the front

It lets her get paperwork done while being close to you, so a win-win

The first time you ask to hold her hands she’s a little puzzled

You want to hold her hand??? Like without the gloves on???

Don’t people usually get uncomfortable with that kinda stuff???

You reassure her you don’t care, that you just want to hold her hand

She’ll let you do whatever you’d like so long as you’re comfortable with it

In public, it’s less she doesn’t want to hold you close, more she’s just concerned someone will make the connection and target you

But if you’re around people who wouldn’t do such a thing, (mainly Makoto and Aoi) she’ll be happy to keep an arm around you

When you were walking the halls in the killing game and you two were alone, she’d take her glove off so you could hold her hand

She knows you feel safer when you do

I do have a personal headcannon that she can barely feel anything in her hands and upper wrist, so she won’t even notice when you squeeze her hand most times

But once she sees you do it, she’ll subtly squeeze your hand back as a silent way to calm you down or say everything will be okay

Oh and remember when she kept her door open overnight when Alter Ego was found?

Yeah you didn’t get any cuddles and could barely sleep because you had grown so accustomed to it

But you knew she kept you away so you wouldn’t get hurt, knowing she could defend herself easily if need be

Nothing changes much once you two are in the outside world, in fact the only thing that changes is that she becomes more comfortable holding you close in dangerous situations to keep you safe

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Hajime

Asshole babey needs his cuddles

Like Kyoko, he was a bit stiff when you two had your first full-on cuddle session

He just had no idea where to put his hands, or how to hold his arms, are his legs supposed to go around or under yours, is his breathing pattern bothering you???

Because of this, you tend to be the initiator and more dominant one while cuddling him

He tries to be big spoon but your hair gets in his face and he much prefers seeing your face to know if he’s doing a good job or not

So your main cuddling positions are you laying on his chest and facing each other while holding hands

Forehead kisses for days

He loves showing affection just doesn’t know how most of the time, so forehead kisses when cuddling is his main way of communicating he loves you

When around others, the idea of cuddling doesn’t even enter his mind, he just won’t think of it

This causes you to be the first to initiate it in the beginning

When you first started going out, he would jump and sometimes scream from being startled if you tried to hold his hand or hug him in front of everyone

After a few months he just grew a 6th sense- he just knew when you were about to grab onto him

In public, he’ll hold your hand so tight it’s as if he thinks it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to do so

But he doesn’t actually realize he’s doing that until you point it out

Don’t touch him when he’s stressed, he will freak out (the funhouse was absolute hell for you)

However, when Hajime is tired he’s hunting you down, he’s getting cuddles and you’re not stopping him no matter where you are

You’re in bed? He’ll flop onto your chest and bury his head there

You’re talking with friends? He’s gonna hug your waist and lean his head on your head/shoulder/back (depending on your height)

You’re reading at your desk? He leans down over you to get a kiss then hugs your neck until you’re done and can cuddle him properly

Once Izuru and Hajime merge, he’ll still go to you when he’s tired and won’t complain when you hold onto him, but he won’t initiate anything otherwise

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Chiaki

Sleepy gamer girl!!

You two were definitely cuddling even before you got together, she’d just lean her head on your shoulder while playing games then fall asleep

Sometimes she’ll fall asleep in the middle of a game when cuddling you, so you’ll just take her game and play it yourself

You never do as well as her obviously

When you guys do start dating, the cuddling will only increase

She’ll sit in your lap, lean into your chest, honestly she’ll be all over you

Her favorite cuddle position is one of two things depending on if she’s playing a game or not

If she is, she prefers to lean into your chest from the front between your legs while you wrap your arms around her waist

If she isn’t, she loves laying stomach down on your chest as you run your hands through her hair, it gives her a relaxed feeling as well as easier access to sleepily kiss you

At night (or really any time you lay together) she’ll fall asleep on you and you’ll just stay awake for a while petting her hair

Once she wakes up, she’ll look up and smile, kissing you softly as a greeting rather than speaking

If she falls asleep while standing up and you go to give her something to lean on, her body will let her give into you as you guide her to a soft surface to rest on

She honestly doesn’t care about PDA, if either of you want cuddles, you’ll get cuddles

She just doesn’t give two shits if anyone judges

Legit, if someone says something, she’ll ignore them either 1.) to piss them off or 2.) she just didn’t hear them

If she’s feeling frustrated, she might snap at them before turning back to you and snuggling you further

When she dies and you become a remnant with the rest of your class, you’ll keep yourself away from everyone physically to extend your need and want for her touch again

You’ll even stay away from Junko when she attempts to speak with you about your lost girlfriend, much to her despaired delight

Junko definitely keeps you close to her due to how close you were with Chiaki

Once Junko dies, Izuru is the one to keep you close, often questioning you about Chiaki- which only brings you more despair so you answer him with detail

After she dies in the neo-world program, Hajime will often visit your cottage and hold you when you begin to yearn for her cuddles again

Even after you all get out of the NWP, he’ll continue to do this for you, as he understands and misses Chiaki almost as much as you do

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Kaede

What can I say, she will tackle you for cuddles

If she wants to cuddle you, it’s happening, there’s no stopping it (unless you tell her you’re uncomfortable, that’s the only way it’s not happening)

Praises you while she holds you, just all the time

If you praise her back however, she’ll turn into a blushy mess, burying her face in your shoulder or arm

Her favorite cuddle position is probably when one of you holds the other to your chest and pet their hair

It doesn’t matter who’s in which spot though

She also loves when you sit next to her when she’s playing the piano and just lean on her shoulder while closing your eyes and relaxing

Or when you come up from behind her while she’s playing and rest your chin on her head with your arms around her

She just has so many cuddle positions she loves it’s hard for her to choose which is best

If you’re around others, she’ll just hold your hand or link pinkies

She doesn’t want to make you embarrassed in front of other people, even if you assure her you won’t be embarrassed, she’s gonna hold off until you’re alone or with fewer people

There are definitely times where you two will be walking around the school and hear someone coming so you back away from each other for a minute

Though if you see that it’s just Shuichi, you’ll casually just make your way back to each other

Shuichi finds it kinda cute and would want to do that if he got an s/o

Shuichi sometimes feels like a third wheel but you guys will just pull him into a hug, tell him he’s not, and continue on your way

Sometimes you three will form a chain (with Kaede in the middle) and either Shuichi or you calmly leads Kaede to where you need to go, or Kaede will pull all of you excitedly along

Usually she pulls you guys to her lab to play piano for you

When Sexy Avacado Rantaro is killed, she keeps you closer to her than usual

You figure it’s just because she’s scared or wants to protect you, so you don’t think much of it

But once you find out what actually happened, you feel almost stupid for not realizing it

How had you not noticed your girlfriend not being there for a few minutes after the alarm went off???

You two had been so close both emotionally and physically, how did you not notice her hand leaving yours???

Your silent breakdown was interrupted by her embrace, you couldn’t help but lean into it more than you ever had

But just before you could give her your final goodbye, a chain snapped around her neck and pulled her from your grip

Throughout the entire execution, Shuichi was the one to hold your hand and lead you back to your room afterwards

Once there, he reminded you of Kaede’s last words: to stay strong, find the mastermind, and get the hell out of there

From that point forward, you and Shuichi almost never separated

You had to protect her best friend

He had to protect her s/o

But of course, there were times you’d go to Kaede’s lab just to play a short song she taught you

And this time, Shuichi was the one to sit next to you and lean on your shoulder

Kaede in DR heaven is proud of y’all

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Shuichi

Shy baby boi

You’re definitely gonna have to ease him into cuddling as opposed to just jumping on him

The most “physical affection” he’s gotten before the game was a girl clinging to him after he solved her case

He was so uncomfortable

So be sure to take it slow for his sake, just please, he wants to be a good boyfriend and cuddle you but at first he doesn’t know if he’ll enjoy it

Once he’s more comfortable with you, he’ll attempt to initiate it more- only in private though

Like Kyoko and Hajime, he’s stiff at first, the reason being a combination of the two

He’s both inexperienced and doesn’t know how to relax fully, so it’ll often end up with you holding him

I wanna say big spoon considering I’ve said all the boys were small spoon, but come on... baby boy is small spoon

He tried being big spoon but he wasn’t super comfortable, his arm was numb and he moves around too much to stay still and hold you for a while

So instead, he’ll often have his head on your shoulder and bury it in your neck while his arm lays across your stomach

Loves when you have your head on top of his and you give his head kisses

Won’t ever tell you vocally though

In front of others he won’t do anything unless one of two things happens

1.) you start it- whether that be grabbing his hand or putting his arm around you or leaning on him, anything

2.) if he’s fed up with Kokichi’s (or sometimes Kaito’s when they first met) bullshit about saying he’s too shy to start anything about him not being a man enough to woo you

His face is burning when he’s the first one to wrap around you no matter what though

After a while, he becomes a bit of a cuddle bug

He still won’t start anything in public but he will silently ask you to hold his hand or hug his waist

After Kaede’s execution, the two of you would be on his bed nearly every night, his head either in your lap while you were sitting up or on your chest when you laid down

Give him head pets, it comforts him, just please

After training nights with Kaito, Shuichi would come back to you all sweaty and looking for cuddles to soothe his muscles

With how tired he always was, it was rather adorable

And yes, yes Maki is making fun of you two while Kaito usually gives Shuichi a look like “go get em”

Kaede in DR heaven is once again, so proud of you two when you escape

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villains4hire · 2 years

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7. What is something you didn’t think you have a problem writing it and now you stopped writing it?

//To be honest? Characters that are overly sexual/shipped or sought out constantly for it. It's made certain characters of mine selective in whom I use them with for anything sexual or shipping. It's why I make people verify themselves before going to my smut blog. As those people have free reign to my openers, though I might refuse certain requests at times. As Verosika is a good example of this when I had around 15 smut rps on discord/tumblr that people wanted with her at one time. It made the character boring for me for a long time for how much people kept approaching me randomly for it, as I just went along with it out of experimentation. Now I'm selective with the people I want flirting with that character, or advancing toward them because of it along with interactions from how constant it was wanted after a while. It didn't help I was one of the first Verosikas for a while I guess after her reveal? But this goes down to even just general interactions where ignore or just lose interest in what someone wants from her. As I do feel bad at times she just has zero inspiration I have with her with people.

//And not to dumpster cis men as I don't like doing that. But yeah, a lot of my problems stem from that. Mostly with shipping in general and using my trans women as well as I've often been approached by guy's or was even thirst followed by someone who rps f*ta only the other day. And guess what? They were a cis guy seemingly lol even though my rules p much say to fuck off or renounce it if you do that etc. Cis women or afab people can do this too but it's usually not as prominent or they're more quiet about it. This is probably a specific consequence to someone like my own person being on here. But I have around 100-140+ people blocked, and more than 70% of that have been cis or afab people who have a dick girl fetish that were asshats, weird or bizarre or creepy about it. I'm not upset or annoyed, just numb to the point where I can block someone without really? Feeling much about it at this point, as I don't need a reason at this point. If someone feels weird to me, I block them and write down the reason on a notepad so I don't forget why I blocked them if they become relevant again.

//So yeah. I might seemingly only ship wlw on a glance because of it other than a few ships, but here's the thing? Most women wlw rpers don't objectify my characters or be weird ooc toward me, so these ships that people request of me or approach me for are usually more successful in their attempts. There's a few giga chads on here that I ship my women with men that are also men, but yeah. This has overall made me not skiddish, but more or less just question someone's motivation toward me at this point when they act a certain way.

#xdeerxhealerx #ooc #answered #ask to tag #long post

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willadisastercry · 4 years

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tw: voltron and anxiety

my brain has just accepted it as fact that Lance was most likely head hostage negotiator for his friends’ sanity while in space and let me tell you why

first order of business: i must establish that Lance is cannocially a goofball. this is factual and cannon. he is confident and charming and assertive and always the first to make a stupid joke just to put everyone at ease or piss them off because he loves them and that’s his thing. he wants to annoy the shit out of them and make them laugh not only because they need it but because he does too.

while i’ve seen a lot of posts suggesting Lance could have ADHD (and while i pretty much agree in that deduction and what i suggest in this post goes hand in hand with this disorder in particular, it requires a more thorough explanation that i as someone with adhd feel like they can provide a solid reasoning behind this theory) i think it can more simply be put as a headcannon that he has general anxiety or a generalized anxiety disorder that manifests in his self worth/esteem making him require more validation, affection, assurance despite his own portrayal of confidence and security (of which is a coping mechanism meshed with pre-existing personality traits). this is done through humor and affection for others, i. e. why he’s the “class clown” of which is a common example used for this type of behavior.

i recognize that voltron is a team of TEENAGERS at war in and entirely new enviornment with none of their usual comforts who have lots of hormones and logical fears that they have to navigate all while tasked with an immense responsibility. that’s stressful in and of itself. but this leads my brain to come to the obvious conclusion that any time a member of voltron exhibited anxiety, so like showed symptoms that they were about to have a panic attack, were stuck in a pattern of irrational thinking, showed harmful coping behaviors related to irrational fear, etc. Lance would sus it out and be at their side immediately to talk them down. no funny business. no jokes until he was sure they were feeling better. his cockiness would disappear and instead he’d be calm, he was always so composed, so comforting. he wouldn’t leave their side until it passed. he’d check on them throughout the day to make sure they hadn’t gotten worked up again. he’d even probably recognized their individual triggers and symptoms and became the only one who could effectively talk them down. every single one. it didn’t matter if they were in the middle of a mission. if something happened to trigger them he would drop whatever he was doing to go to their aid. he had been dealing with this his whole life, and they had just been introduced to such an intense dose of it and were expected to perform. in a hostile environment! and Lance being the softhearted goof he is definitely wouldn’t forgive himself if they got hurt or hurt themselves when he could’ve helped.

and so... Lance has assigned himself an enormous task because he’s Lance. everyone has sort of caught on to this and just accept Lance as being so strangely in tune with their well-being in this regard, all of them having varying degrees of understanding why, the general picture being it likely runs in his family and he is well aversed in both experiencing it and mollifying it. so when ever Shiro is hit by a flash back or has gone catatonic in a more intense episode of his cannon PTSD, it’s Lance and Keith at his side making sure he’s safe from hurting himself, they protect him from getting hurt if it happens in the middle of a mission, and from possibly hurting the people around him. Lance is a light sleeper and is often woken up by light cries and whimpers of his friends having nightmares, depending on which direction they come from warrants his level of concern (he goes by where their room is and the pitch of their cries, because they all get nightmares every now and again, they’re at ~war~ and it’s traumatizing, but some of his friends have worse reactions and tendencies in that state) and sometimes if they never quiet he’ll wait up to make sure they fall asleep okay and that no one hurts themselves in their delirium. and similarly, when Keith is rocked by a string of sleepless, nightmare ridden nights or occasional bouts of insomnia (neither officially established as cannon) and turns up to breakfast sleep deprived and sluggish Lance keeps an eye on him, takes it easy on him with his chiding, watches to see that he doesn’t over exert himself and end up snapping at someone and then crumbling from an exhaustion induced anxiety attack, especially when they’re out on a mission where the stakes are higher to maintain your composure. Lance is there when Hunk who is the most expressively anxious of the bunch is feeling particularly skiddish about a circumstance or on a dangerous mission or in anticipation of one of their teammates stumbling out of their cryopod in tact. he is especially good at knowing what’ll trigger his best friend and can usually manage some reassuring words before he goes full fight or flight and loses his lunch. but what’s most impressive is when he gets through to Pidge. she is a perfectionist, she needs constant intellectual stimulation to calm her nerves but the long hours she spends straining her eyes and her brain is also what makes her inclined to breakdown after a tough mission or during a difficult training session or from aparticularly tactless joke from one of the boys about her height and the like, but especially from frustration about not being able to solve a problem. but when Pidge breaks down it’s like next level bad, her usual practicality and composure utterly abandoned since when she’s lost her logical exterior it’s after a long time of surpressing her emotions, so if she has started crying she usually can’t get herself to stop, on several occasions hyperventilating and passing out. Lance seems to be the only one whose reassuring words she can prescribe to. he does breathing excercises with her to regain a normal breathing pattern and let’s her fall asleep on his chest so she can feel the rise and fall and emulate it. There’s fully now a whumpy fic that i wrote about this dynamic... here.

and the entire team is there to support Lance when he has an episode of his own anxiety. though he is really good at rationalizing his intrusive thoughts when he’s overwhelmed or panicked, it’s all of his good vibes only bs that helps him neutralize most of his anxiety before it builds. but when it does build up it usually manifests in him breaking down over the thought that he might never see his family again, it’s constricting, it’s the only thing he can’t rationalize. his team is very aware of this and try to comfort him before he spirals and usually catch it. Pidge even tries to do his own breathing techniques with him sometimes. and Hunk is especially good at calming him after a nightmare that he wakes up screaming from, usually about his family member dying or him dying before he gets to say goodbye, but Hunk is there whispering mantras in spanish to him until he calms down enough to go back to sleep.

so basically Lance is voltron’s emotional support animal and no one can convince me otherwise.

i digress.

#voltron legendary defender #voltorn #voltron fandom #headcanons #vld lance #vld headcanons #vld anxiety #anxiety #anxiety tw #lance angst #langst #lance anxiety #lance headcannon

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tittty-bitty · 3 years

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Nemuri struts from store to store like an empress gracing her presence on her citizens. Really it was businesses being graced with one of her clients limitless creditcards and her impulse shopping. Who ever invented financial domination was a mastermind.

“Come along darling! Just a few more shops then we can be done!”

“You know Miss Midnight, when you said you needed help with extra curriculars, I didnt think it would make me a pack mule for your personal spending habits.”

“Your still a pillar of peace! It’s just now you have a metal hook for me to hang my shopping bags on.”

She looked over her shoulder to see Yagi struggling with the shopping bags. Yagi isn’t weak by any means, even with out his quirk. She’s seen him spar with Shota plenty of times. Which is totally just two coworkers sparring for exercise Shota claimed, with no sexual tension at all thank you very much. But any one would struggle with that many bags, especially a man with only one lung.

They manage to make it into Gucci with out any lungs popping. Yagi sprawls on one of the ottomans with a poof and start to rub his wrists. She starts to look at the purses and leather belts. Not even glancing at the price tag before adding them to her haul. When she goes back to the waiting section she glances at Yagi. Who is scrolling away on his smartphone. Despite losing over 200 pounds of muscle, he was still an attractive man. Sharp cheek bones, piercing eyes, and such a sweet smile. His handsome features multipled when he gained more confidence in this form. Everyone could see after the truth was out about Allmight that he wasn’t comfortable in his true form. Scared to talk to other adults, skiddish and horrifically terrified of making mistakes. Not including how he obviously avoided reflections and wore only baggy outfits. But a year after his retirement and him making friendships with his colleges at UA, he finally started accepting himself and it’s amazing on the amount of progress he’s had. She’s so proud of her coworkers, especially her boys to make Allmight’s retirement less lonely. Even if one is especially passionate with the task but wants to be an edgy teenager about it.

Despite the progress the man made, he still didn’t know how to dress himself for shit. He may of got himself a few outfits that arnt 5X but he still loves to drown in his clothing. If she has to be assaulted with that damn yellow suit one more year she’s going to ask young Todoroki to set it on fire for extra credit.

If only he would wear clothes that actually fit him. Show off his long neck, his collar bones, long legs narrow waist, she could go on and on about why Yagi needs a new wardrobe. She needed to show the world how Yagi is still a fine ass man. She has checked him out countless times to be confident with that claim. There was one day where he had to actually put on pants that fit him way too well after a coffee spill and had to borrow some pants from mic. She doesn’t understand how a man so skinny could still have an ass. Nothing to go over the moon about but it was so cute, so perky for a man his age. It almost distracted her from the front, his buldge which is probably the one thing that stayed the same from his Allmight form. It was extremely hard to maintain eye contact with him that day. Not that she was complaining about the eye candy, the yellow sleeping bag that pretended to sleep on the floor didn’t seem to mind either.

While thinking about the potential of jokes about Yagi’s pillar of peace to bring up in front of Shota later, Nemuri comes across a sweater. The sweater was a high quality wool, cream colored with some green trim on the collar that goes down to a v. It would be perfect for his form, a little snug but still covered everything to start him off slow. The arms a little long for the average person but perfect for his long arms. The bottom might come up a little short though. Showing off his midriff when he reached up. Potentially showing a nice v of his hips, maybe even a nice little trail of blond that dips into his pants. Oh the thought of sweet little Yagi in a crop top is intoxicating. But baby steps. She needed him to trust her with fashion first before she tries anything to scandalous.

He was still reading on his phone when Nemuri grabs the tall man by the wrist and yanks him out of his seat. With a cute little yelp he is brought up to his feet and shoved into a changing room with the sweater being thrown at him.

“Your not coming out till you put this on.” Nemuri says as she chucks over some black jeans to go with it.

After watching awkward arms reach above the door and listening to the general struggle of a man menuvering in a changing room that doesn’t accommodate him, he steps out. His black blue eyes shine in contrast with the creme color of the sweater. Giving off a sweet older man who waters flowers in the community garden than his usual look of a man who got lost in a deflated blimp.

“Oh my god honey you look so sweet.”

He checks himself in a mirror and twists to see the back. She could see his ribs poking through the fabric wile it rides up his toned stomach not as much as she hoped unfortunately. But the fitting pants made up for it. Although they don’t show off his front for the sake of the students and people who actually want to get work done in the teachers lounge, it still shows off that cute little ass of his, and that’s all she can ask for.

Yagi actually holds his attention to his reflection of the mirror. Giving the look an actual chance. From the relaxed look in his eyes, he might actually like it.

“I never thought I would wear a wool sweater like this again. I forgot how warm and comforting they are.”

Nemuri comes up in front of him and adjusts the collar for him, opening it up a bit so his collar bones peek out a little. “I can’t imagine the amount of sheep needed to make a sweater for Allmight.”

He chuckles at the comment and how her nails tickle his chest, now used to her touchy nature. “It was in high school. My mentor forced them on me when she found out that my foster home didn’t try too hard to find winter clothes that fit me.”

He rubs the end of the sleeve to feel the texture, smiling slightly, reminiscing the memories he had with her when wearing the sweaters. It was always interesting to hear about his life when he was young. He was usually guarded when it came to anything about himself before his hero days, so to hear any little tidbit about him was to be met with a neutral yet encouraging reaction.

“Well I’ll be sure to make her proud by making sure that your fabric needs are taken care of.” Nemuri says while coming around behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders, admiring his smile in the mirror. “And I can make sure she rests peacefully by getting rid of that ugly yellow suit.”

He looks up from his sleeve. “Hey! I love that yellow suit!”

“You look like the noodle balloons that are outside of a car dealership. Im no longer letting my dear friend to walk around looking like a mustard bottle.”

Yagi takes the light roast with little grace with a small groan. He looks down at his wrist to look at the tag. He reads it with a puzzled look.

“I think we need to call an associate. I think they’re missing a decimal on the price-“

“Alright! Time to head out! I’ll meet you outside the store!” She shoves the bags in his hands, rip the tags off his wrist and waist and hurries to the counter.

“Ah. I can pay for my own clothes-“

“Nope! This is my treat! You can pay me back by meeting me at the car!”

Yagi looks at the minimum of 20 bags in his hands and accepts his fate. Trudging his way back to the car with the mini fortune in toll.

———

“Alright come on this is our last shop.”

“Ya no. I think I’ll wait in the car.”

“Dont worry, this place is very professional and no one will mention you being here. They are very strict about privacy. Also it will stop random men from asking me out.”

Yagi goes over the definition of professional in his head as he walks into a sex shop named “The Bimbo’s Boneyard”. It was suprisingly sleek inside despite the name. Defiantly one of the more higher end sex stores he’s been to. It was similar to a tech store with all the LED lights and plexiglass display boxes. It would be less weird if some of them didn’t have sex dolls that were determined to stare him down.

He decided to walk away from the display, trying to find something to look at with out actually looking at anything. His eyes catch a box with a cute little cat on it. He smirks a little. It reminds him of the stray cat that lives in the brush that’s on the way to campus from the dorms. He would give it pets every morning and eventually leave cans of food every morning. One morning he found a hunched black blob taking a nap on the grass. He was about to ask the obvious homeless man if he wanted his bento when he realized it was his coworker Aizawa. Sleeping on the cold ground at 5:30 in the morning with a cat that, while a sweet heart, was probably ridden with fleas.

“Excuse me sir, the food bank is on the other side of town.”

“I know but they were offering a cash prize for who ever found the dementia patient that ran away from his nursing home. Looks like I just found him.”

He chuckled at the memory. When their odd friendship really started to bloom. Not only with Aizawa, who while he was probably the closest too, took the longest compared to his other coworkers. He loved talking to Mic about classic American rock and fighting with him on how Nikki is so much better than Cardi. He loved trading tea with Thirteen as they go on about a new show Yagi has no clue what their talking about, but loves the passion. And Nemuri, who took pity on him the first day and decided to spoil him with attention and gifts that mostly ranged from sugar free candys and cute pens. It makes him feel like a toddler more than anything, but he thinks it’s sweet. He just never expected to have so many friends after Allmight was gone. He half thought if Nighteyes prediction didn’t kill him, then his loneliness will.

“My my my, I must say I’m surprised.”

Toshinori shook out of his self reflection and looked at his friend.

“I had my theories but I must say I never expected pet play from you. To think I thought you were just a vanilla cradle robber.”

He flushed with shock in confusion. Only to find that the box with the cat he was staring at for the past 2 minutes was for a bundle for a cat headband, a leash, mouth gag, and plug tail.

Absolutely horrified Yagi stammers to regain his reputation of role model rather than creepy old man. “Shit! No! No! I was just looking at the cute cat!”

“There’s no need to be ashamed, I am a professional after all. If you ever want to talk about that kind of stuff with me, I’m always open for questions.” She assured him calmly. “I’m gonna go to the check out if you want to look at the other options. I will say that you would look a lot better with the black ears.” She struts off with a few leather tools and some weird egg looking balls.

“There’s nothing for me to fucking look at because I’m not interested in that! Wait.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRADLE ROBBER?” He stomps off to catch up with her.

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The staff Christmas party is filled with decorations, overworked teachers and spiked eggnog. Coworkers chatting and playing games as the snow falls outside. Yagi is chatting with Aizawa about how much Nezu is going to lose in poker after he demands people play with him. He takes a sip of his sugar free hot cocoa, very glad that his friends get a well deserved break.

“Merry Christmas Yagi!” Thirteen shouted as they shove a fancy bag in his face.

“Oh thank you Thirteen! I hope you didn’t spend too much on me.

“Oh no it wasn’t me!” Thirteen corrected. “Midnight was your secret Santa. She said she’s a little too tipsy to walk in her heels right now and asked me to give it to you.”

He looks past the smaller teacher and sees Nemuri in a tight red dress and tall stilettos. Giving him a wink when she notices him receiving her present.

He smiles and waves back at her. He pulls out the first item from the bag. An expensive looking cologne. He brings it up to his nose and gets notes of Cuban cigars and vannila. He sees a little tag attached to the bottle. With lovely cursive script it read “Garenteed to even get the angriest cats purr~”

He reads the tag as he hands the cologne to Aizawa. Shota sniffs the bottle and his eyes roll back a little bit. Obviously enjoying the scent.

“Wow she picked out something that matches your pretentious persona.”

“Maybe you can ask her to pick out some bar soap that you desperately need.” Yagi rebuttles without even looking up. Still trying to figure out what the tag ment.

“Is there something else in there? If not that’s a heavy bottle.” Thirteen comments before being passed the cologne to take a sniff.

Oh ya, maybe look at the rest of the gift before over analyzing the card. He opens the bag wider and is smacked in the face with realization on what the message ment. His blush going to his ears as he looked at the “Kinky Kat Play” bundle that he repressed from his memory. He looks up at Nemuri with shock as he finds her staring at him. Raising her glass with a smirk as she turns back to her pile of chips and angry, losing boss.

He shuts the bag quickly before Thirteen and Aizawa gets a chance to peek. “Ahhh ah. It’s a very personal gift that I don’t want everyone to know about.”

“Alright I understand.” Shota replies. He turns to Thirteen. “Thirteen get your hand vacuum ready.” The nosy prick demands as he lunges for the bag. Thank god for these stupidly long arms as he gets the bag out of Shota’s reach.

“It’s none of your fucking buisness you asshole!” Yagi cries as he goes on his toes as Shota climes him like a tree. Thirteen is giggling at their weird friendship while not helping anyone. Yagi would rather die than have the present be shown to his coworkers and worst of all Shota, who would NEVER let this go.

While he hates to do it, he’s desperate, and it has to be done.

The sickly man expands his diaphragm in such a way where when he coughs, he gets enough blood out of his mouth to put on a show. He makes a display of coughing and catching his breath. Blood covering his hand and dripping out of his mouth. He goes a little too far by making his hand shake but he needed extra sympathy points.

It seems to do the job as Thirteen rushes to his side to support him. “Shota you know you can’t be to rough with him.”

Aizawa stares at both of them in disbelief, then back at Yagi. “You are not seriously trying to play the sick old man card right now.”

Thirteen loops Yagi’s arm around their shoulders.“Shota you were to rough on him. The man has no stomach and only one lung. You should know better as a professional.”

“A professional knows when someone is faking when said person has no problem taking and dealing punches while sparring, but suddenly can’t handle a few grabs.” He cannot believe Yagi is trying to make an escape route by making Aizawa look like the asshole that beats up sick old men.

“You don’t need to defend me Thirteen.” Yagi says, adding a little tremble to his voice. “He just can’t handle losing to an old man. Could we go to the office? My nebulizer is in there.” The asshole making sure to add some pity coughs at the end.

“Of course Yagi.”

Shota stares openly in shock on what happening in front of him. Not only at Yagi’s pathetic stunt over something stupid, but Thirteens naiveté.

“A nebulizer treats asthma! Not bleeding lung asshole!” Shota shouts like an absolute child.

As he watches the duo walk, no sorry, LIMP to the office, he sees Yagi readjust his arm. To give an undeniable middle finger to Shota behind Thirteens head. The shameless bastard smiling back at him.

#erasermight #allmight #allmight and Nemuri being buds #The first artist Yagi was exposed too in the US was nicki and was his go to drunk Karaoke

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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Dr. Strangelove and Ticking Timebombs Ch. 2: Slippery Fingers

Summary: A strange container, strange meet-ups and zero coincidences.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

When the heroes got to the warehouse, they were stopped by the bomb squad and several individuals in full hazmat gear walking around. Abe was sitting on a bench and rubbing his temples, Oliver was standing next to him. His vape in his hand.

Which surprised Logan because Oliver usually didn’t travel this far from the base.

“What happened, did the situation get worse?” Logan asked.

“You could say that,” Abe rubbed his face and stood up. “I was planning on showing you what was in that container in person, but Bing was in some camera feed and he called Brighton’s Health and Safety, and they came with fucking hazmat suits. Then he came in and started clearing people out.”

“Why?” Logan asked in confusion.

“Lo,” Bing shot out of the closest electrical panel, “there you are. An’ Marvin, perfect, I was about ta call you.”[1]

“Yeh wanted me an’ Logic?”[2] Marvin asked in confusion.

“Yeah,” Bing answered. “So you can’t go inta the warehouse, they’re still sortin’ out the pitchblende an’ findin’ what else got contaminated.”[3]

“Excuse me, did you say “pitchblende” why is that here?” Logan demanded.

“What’s pitchblende?” Tommy asked

“It’s a radioactive ore,” Logan explained. “Uranium-235 and Uranium-238 can both be synthesized from the ore to build nuclear reactors, but why is it here?”

“Why are you guys here then?” Silver asked.

“Well the ship’s manifesto caused some red flags to get raised,” Abe answered. “Some good Samaritan called the cops and pulled the container to the side. But instead of there being people in the cargo, there were some crates. And one of them was a lead box full of what Bing identified as pitchblende. He was watching us through some camera because he was bored, or some shit. And I’m glad he did because he saw what was in the box when my partner lifted some of it out and he cleared all of us out instantly. He was looking out for us.”

“Do we know where this shipment was supposed to go after it reached port?” Logan asked.

“Apparently a truck was supposed ta[4] come fer[5] it last night,” Bing answered. “But they pulled the container an’[6] no one saw a truck pull up fer[5] it. So I bet it scared ‘em[7] off.”

“I believe you might be right,” Logan decided. Then he looked at Abe. “Was there a name orva destination?”

“Just a name, a Tuberculosis Gadget,” Abe read with the type of smile he usually had just before he hit someone . . . typically that someone was Wilford. “I’ve seen some bad fake names, but this one is pretty up there.”

“Tuberc—” Tommy repeated in recognition.

Which immediately got Abe and Logan’s attention.

“That name ring a bell, kid?” Abe asked.

“I’m not a kid,” Tommy shot back.

“Whatever big guy,” Abe rolled his eyes. “Do you know the name or not?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know why it would show up here,” Tommy shrugged. “Don’t know what Tubs would want with somethin[8] radioactive. He’s a lawyer, not some crazy maniac.”

“Does he have other aliases, do you know this individual’s name?” Logan demanded.

Tommy hesitated for a second before he opened his mouth, but Ghostbur had started glancing around, half bored and half unable to put his concentration on any one thing for too long.

As the other heroes were trying to get information from Tommy, Ghostbur spotted two people off in the distance, watching them. He was so excited he spoke without thinking. “Tubbo? Hey Big Man, look, it’s Tubbo and Jack.”

The heroes looked at the two people just inside the cordoned off area. One was a man with a shaved head and red and blue glasses, the other was a much shorter man with a fluffy vest and brown hair that covered his eyes and most of the burns on his face. The second figure had a set of curled goat horns coming from his forehead.

“Tubbo?” Logan repeated in surprise, recognizing the burns.

Abe startled a bit, “Excuse me, but this is an active crime scene investigation, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Ghostbur, what are you doin’[9] here?” Tubbo asked before his eyes scanned the crowd before he just stared at Tommy. “Tommy, why the fuck are you workin’[10] with these assholes?”

Tommy sputtered in surprise, as the other heroes braced to intervene, “I am not some common pleb named “Tommy” or some such shit.”

“Tommy, don’t be a fuckin’[11] idiot,” Tubbo shouted. “I know it’s you, I’ve known you fer[5] fuckin’[11] years. You’ve only covered half yer damn face, an’[6] you didn’t even try to even talk deeper at the very least. You’re shit at hidin’[12] yer[13] identity.”

Tommy paused for a second or two, then said in a deeper voice, “I am not Tommy.”

“That’s worse, mate,” Jack Manifold told him, rolling his eyes behind his 3D-colored glasses. “Please use yer[13] normal voice. That one’s just complete dogshit.”

“Well fuck you too,” Tommy scowled, his tone a touch quieter.

Logan’s head was spinning, unable to reconcile the young man at the bed and breakfast who loved bees, with this same young man arguing in front of him. His whole body felt on edge. “Did you order this shipment?”

“Yer[14] gonna half to be specific,” Tubbo asked with a smile. “I order a lot ‘a[15] things.”

Jack looked at the amount of heroes, “Maybe we should just—”

“Save it, you can go, but I’m not goin’[16] anywhere,” Tubbo warned with almost an angry growl to his voice.

“This is an investigation, you can’t just be here,” Silver warned.

“Were you here to pick up a shipment from dock 14?” Logan asked.

“The one with my new smoke detectors an’[6] lanterns?” Tubbo smiled.

The other heroes were confused, but Abe and the androids weren’t.

“That’s not the only thing in there you sick fuck,” Abe spat.

“So it is yours?” Logan reeled a bit, Tubbo’s smile didn’t drop. “I don’t understand, you own a bed and breakfast, what on Earth do you want with Uranitie?”

“Ehhh, science marches on, big guy,” Tubbo shrugged.

“This not just for the sake of science,” Logan rebutted, a desperate tone to his voice. “This is a potential ecological and natural disaster waiting to happen. What do you intend for these items?”

Tubbo’s answer was given with terrifying calm, “To prove a point, really.”

“Ta[4] us?” Marvin gestured to them. “We get it, yeh[17] wanna be some big scary threat. We’ve faced worse.”

“Nah,” Tubbo dismissed. “You’re still human. Don’t care what you think ‘a[15] me.”

Then he gestured to Logan, “I meant ta[4] them.”

“Me?” Logan scoffed in disbelief as the pads of his fingers tapped once to his chest. “I thought you proved your point more than effectively at your establishment. But clearly I was gravely misinformed about your character.”

“I meant demons in general,” Tubbo dismissed. “Don’t take it personally. Although speaking ‘a[15] you, how lifelike are yer[13] little arms because the one that liked spiders had a whole personality an’[6] everythin’[15]. Did you give him that or is he naturally that skiddish. Hope it’s the second one because that’s seriously fucked up, dude.”

“The—” Logan felt alarm pass through him, he hadn’t been aware that Virgil and Tubbo had done more than look at each other across the game room of the bed and breakfast. “When did you speak with him?”

Tubo’s entire demeanor seemed to change. “The purple one? Can you not see everythin’[18] the others do?”

The skin and hair on Logan’s body stood on end, as if one current was going through him, “I think you must have confused me with someone else.”

“That depends on if you’re still the one who said you liked my bees,” Tubbo asked.

“I don’t think it wise of me to give my identity to you,” Logan warned.

Tubbo nodded, “Then tell yer[13] boss that Dream wants to speak to him. Has fer[5] a while now, we just haven’t been able to get past his door guards.”

Tubbo and Jack then looked up at something.

“Well, I think you’ve all made yer[13] point clear so you win an’[6] get to keep my stuff,” Tubbo shrugged. “G.G, we’ll just be off then.”

“No wait a second,” Abe ordered as Jack and Tubbo pulled out some green eye orbs and were already turning.

“Give me those!” Marvin yelled as the heroes raced forward. The orbs went sailing as Silver and Marvin raced for the two of them. Marvin grabbed onto Tubbo’s arm. “Yer not goin’ anywhere yeh—”[19]

The eyes opened and Silver flew back in surprise but Marvin didn’t and felt something rip Tubbo right out of his grasp.

Marvin screamed in pain as all of his fingers broke and the two people were gone.

“Fook!”[20] Marvin shouted in pain, holding his hand. “Motherfooker!”[21]

“Marv,” Silver began. “I’ll call the docs.”

Marvin screamed as he tried to keep his fingers still. “No, I’ll go after, we need ta[4] find these guys.”

“****!”[22] Bing cursed. “When did someone ****[20] with the cameras?”

“What?” Abe shouted and raced back into the warehouse. Logan was already on the phone with Henrik for Marvin.

Tommy and Ethan were a bit torn on who to go with for a bit but he shouted for Tommy to start getting into communication with Jackie and the other heroes.

Bing and Oliver were faster into the warehouse, keeping Abe out until they were sure it was clear. When the two androids got inside they saw several agents and hazmat workers lying dead around the facility. Arrows sticking out of some of them, bullet holes in others, and one or two of them had three lined up puncture wounds like they’d been stabbed with a trident or a multiple-pronged weapon like it.

Besides the dead people, the boxes were all missing. There were a few stray smoke detectors and a lantern or two that had been thrown by the wayside and were probably broken. But the lead boxes were gone, as were the box of magical crate

Bing tested the radioactive signature on the air and still found it slightly contaminated and therefore unsafe.

“Hey Bing,” Oliver messaged the other android.

“Yeah?” Bing replied as he was messaging Abe and giving him pictures and a report of the situation.

“Found something,” Oliver held up a small box that had come from the crate of magical supplies. Bing took a few pictures of it before opening the box and found that someone from the investigation team had already started labeling it. It was full of chunks of raw coconut.

“Weird,” Bing commented, taking more pictures and then placing the box in a radioactive-leak proof container so they could decontaminate it later.

They had missing radioactive material to find.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. there you are. And Marvin, perfect, I was about to call you.

2. You wanted me and Logic?

3. So you can’t go into the warehouse, they’re still sorting out the pitchblende and finding what else got contaminated

4. to

5. for

6. and

7. them

8. something

9. doing

10. working

11. fucking

12. hiding

13. your

14. You’re

15. of

16. going

17. you

18. everything

19. You’re not going anywhere you—

20. Fuck!

21. Motherfucker!

22. Shit!

#superhero au #masks and maladies #dream smp #footnotes #logan sanders #tommyinit mcyt #ghostbur #marvin the magnificent #bingiplier #oliver #google yellow #abe the detective #silver shepherd #tubbo underscore #jack manifold #vague threats #magic #the fic where Tubbo is ride or die for science

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mindwideopen · 3 years

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Well, I’m not hungry. Fine, don’t eat. Yeah, ok, well, I’m not into your ways. Ok, then don’t be that way. Fine! I won’t! And don’t bother talking to me about it, cause I don’t like what you have to say. Alright, then don’t listen. Yeah! Well, I’m not into your beliefs. They’re ass! Great. Then by all means, don’t believe them. One more thing, I’m not into your…. fach! That’s ok too, cause you’re not looking at my fach. You’re looking at my ass, walking away from this conversation. Scene.

This, isn’t me. I’m not a cat, I’m a human being. I’m afraid to be me sometimes. Read on below if you’d like.

Choice, is focus. What you feel, think and do, are indicative of your beliefs. What you believe about an individual will color their communication with you. What they say, may or may not be received as it may have been intended. Your thoughts, are your compass to your navigation through your relationships, and your life. The rhetoric you recite, either heightens fear, or love. The choice to speak your mind, is a necessary thing, for your own support foundation. But what you speak, is what you believe. If you believe people hate you, and the world is ass, you will find every indication to that belief in your daily life. The universe, god, love, however you define it, supports your beliefs, no matter what they are. You will see indications of your beliefs everywhere you go, and in everyone you meet. Love, is there, if you are open to seeing it.

I am not a dog, but sometimes I wish I were...

I, am a fearful person. I hide, from humanity, because I find some mean, and callus. And I have been seeing that, my entire life. I have a loving family, and life. But my underlying fears, prohibit me from seeing people as they truly are sometimes. I don’t trust, I run, I shelter, because of my beliefs. People are not all great, but, I have labeled them all, unworthy of knowing who I am, because of a few really hurtful experiences.

Love isn’t the only reason why we live. We are here, to experience contrast to love, so that we can be more clear about our intention. And loving is the choice we can make, to feel better. Gone. I am. I’m not on social media pretty much anymore. The me that I allowed to be seen? Not appreciated by most I encountered. So, I run. And I allow no one in. The ass of me, is the only memory I feel people have, so my past is haunted, by everyone that’s no longer in my life.

Memories are what you make them. Situations are not always clouded by sunshine and lollipops. Love is not an easy thing to recall if people are clouded by hurt. So, the people that I remember, are the ones that remind me of love. The ones who make me laugh, the ones who teach me, that life is what I decide it can be in the moment. The ones who cared enough to be themselves, and brave enough to show it. The ones who make me laugh, and the ones who show me love. Me. The me I am, does that for myself everyday now. I choose it, because I care about how I feel. And I am a person, who decides to show love now, to people who refuse my love, or reject it, or, ignore it. The ones, that I have decided, are not worthy of me. Humanity. Not really a great way to be a part of the whole. So, now I’m stuck with a problem. How do I rejoin society, after shunning it over and over again, from my beliefs and fears? I’m still working that out.

I am sometimes, skiddish, like a bunny rabbit.

The other day I decided that people who are mean, are orange. Orange is not a color your born with, it’s a color one can choose to be. Orange, isn’t the most flattering, because it isn’t natural. Love, is.

I spoke to a guy I love, a friend, who loves people. He is from another country. He told me that people who are mean, are powdered blue. Well, I was amazed. People of all colors, are mean. People of all colors, are good. People of all races, genders, and orientations are both. The choice to keep reinvesting in life, is ours. Fear, holds us back from experiencing the freedom, of love. The “not fear”. The not afraid of other people, and what they may or may not do to or for us. People find reasons to hate. Good reasons, to them. All people, aren’t the same. People find reasons to love too. People, like the ones I love, are both. They talk a great game. Love is where it’s at! Yes, and so is fear. That person, again, is me. I decide. I’m the only one th at can choose to make myself calm and comfortable, or completely pissed off and angry, or hurt and alone. I decide. I do it all, in my thoughts. In my words. In how I treat people. In how I train myself to think and behave everyday. So, I’ve decided, to be more positive.

How? How do you decide and truly follow through with being positive? It’s a process. The process, is every choice we make daily, to support love. That also includes you. As mundane and as ridiculous as it may sound, the lame, daily choices, are also love and fear. Did I eat breakfast today? No. I’m too fat. Ok, starve. Good idea. Yes. The love? Not there. That compounds itself. I’m ornery cause I haven’t eaten. My son, is being himself. A crazy excitable 9 ¾ year old. “Stop being yourself! It’s irritating me!” Ok, a dumb example? Maybe. But that’s life. And those little choices, feeds into bigger issues. Issues we all face daily, and decide on, depending on our moods, our environments, our peer groups, our lives we’ve lived up til the point we decide. “I hate this race, this creed, this orientation! They are this. I know this to be true! I’ve encountered it daily!”

The love, starts internally, and exits out into the world, with you as its filter. I am fear, as most people today are. I feel out of control, and alone a lot of the time. I feel misunderstood and hurt, and sad. But, I recognize my part in this equation. My part, is the key variable to the answer I desire. That answer, is love. Love, decides to be open, and accepting, and understanding of others. My son, deserves that.

So I open, and I’m vulnerable, and I try again. Life has a funny way of showing you what you think. So please, choose wisely. Because love is either for you, or not, depending on your point of view.

So peace, is important for your daily comfort. And it’s a wonderful thing to feel peace of mind, and body. But love, is something that we all need, from one another. So life, is a balance. I’m not balanced. I’m all peace, but not a lot of people. The last few years, I’ve shut down. No one, was allowed in. The fear, has been overwhelming. Ask anyone. “Have you seen Kari at all over the last 10 years?” Most would say no. I’m not a person who allows the open to overtake me. But I do believe that I can decide differently, when I’m ready. I have decided, that I want to have love in my life, while I’m here to enjoy it. The only way to do that, is to be, open to it. I can’t decide how yet, but I do know, that I’m ready to try. I think, much to my chagrin, that the answer, to openness and vulnerability, is forgiveness.

I’ve heard it said by a seriously wise group of people, that to forgive, doesn’t even exist. Forgiveness is a thing that we focus on, but the focus on the problem, is still all wrapped up in the need to forgive. So the best way to get past the problem? Love. Love supersedes all issues of who’s right, and who’s wrong. Love enables cooperation and support, and kindness and caring for all people and their need to be loved as well. When you love, the actions that feel good to rectify all issues, come pretty easily. It’s called, “inspired action”. So, when the time comes, and I’m inspired to do so, I guess I’ll give that a shot… Everyone deserves to be loved the way they feel comfortable. So I will do my best, to support people, in the way they desire to be supported. I’ve learned the hard way, that not everyone appreciates the point of view I hold. But I also won’t stop loving, because someone else, tells me I should. That’s a boundary I refuse to cross, because I’m the boundary. I’m that one, that decides that love is who I am, and who everyone is, regardless of how they act, or what they say to me. So love, is something not all decide to embrace, but the reason, I do, is for me, and for all who may not get me. I am, love, whether it’s accepted as fact, or not. Belief is a beautiful thing. It affords you the right time define yourself any which way you choose. And I will now choose, to believe what you tell me about you, our of respect for your beliefs. The love I feel now, is unconditional, so the love I receive, doesn’t have to be reciprocated by the one who chooses not to. It’s only, for me. So love, is for whomever chooses it. And I do now, for the good of the whole.

“Oh yeah?!? Say that shit to my face!” “Well, I would if you didn’t block me” “I REFUSE to be your friend!” “I understand, and respect your decision.” “Fuck you, and your love, shit!” “Yes. I’m what you believe I am.”

When you are solid in who you think you are, sometimes when people oppose your beliefs that love turns straight to fear. And it shows up disguised as love to read all the people who hate you. The people you think, hate you, and the people who don’t, the love disgusted as fear, can be honesty. But honesty without love? Not cool. Because it’s people that matter, not being right, and not proving a point. I made that mistake with people I respect and love a lot. Quite a few. But I now decide, to be myself, and allow me, to forgive (cause sometimes the label is necessary) me. I made mistakes. I decided love is more important than people. I won’t make that mistake again. So let’s change the narrative of the last scene, shall we? Here we go: “I can’t go down like this!!!” “Down like what?” “Not loving!” “Ok, lets change it!” “I hate too! Not loving, cause it hurts..” yes” “I hate, not caring!” “Yes!” “Cause it’s painful!” “Preach!” “I hate, not being good to myself! Cause I want to be, for the whole… of me” “and all of the “me”s in the world, thank you. Because the whole of us, is comprised of me’s.” Yeah. Thank me.” “I’m welcome.” “I forgive me.” “All is already forgiven” “I love me.” “I love me too.” “I love you.” Easier, now, to love, because the love has been established already, from within.

Life will present the situations. Our job, is to decide to accept or deny the call to love. Love, is always inviting us to join the party. The party, is life. Be part of the life party. Choose to love people, of all viewpoints. Please join me there. I’ll be the one wearing the rainbow of ALL of us, in her mind.

#love #choose love #lovematters #love yourself #selfleadership #selfawareness #selflove #self reflection #selfworth #selfie #mind wide open #kari keillor #lawofattraction

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yandere-flower · 5 years

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Can I request a Yandere Bakugo with a s/o darling who is an escort who clearly has depression. She never wanted to be one but had to support her poor family. Bakugo meets her by saving her and perhaps after he becomes a patron to give her a break from the sleezy men. Soon, he buys her all the time. She is flattered and feels safe at first until one day he tells her that her family sold her off to him. They will wed. She’s in shock but she’s scared of going back to that life, so she agrees.

I changed it just slightly, but overall I like this one a lot! Thanks for the prompt and I hope you’re happy with it!

Bakugo x Reader down below

The noise your heels make as they met the pavement became almost like a melody to you. It’s rhythm all to familiar to you after all this time. You can’t remember when the noise stopped being so irksome and instead faded into the background, as some kind warped instrumental playing as you walk back home. While you held yourself tight, happy that your client tonight just wanted to talk about work, you can’t help but be disappointed in yourself. You only kept one man company these past few days, and few clients meant fewer money, and less money meant you couldn’t provide as much this week. You really did try, but not all weeks can be successful ones. You considered yourself pretty good, maybe not the best conversationalist but you could play a role fairly well. But you guess these men pay for time because they want something that feels real, not fake like you. You had some regulars, however it was always the same. Them telling you how they could provide for you, take you away from this wretched world, pamper you. But they didn’t understand, they never did. You weren’t doing this for yourself, you had people that depended on you. These men pretended to be nice, but in reality they wanted to own you, not pay for a family to survive. At the end of the day you were nothing more than a toy to them, they next pretty thing to occupy their time.

Pulled from your thoughts, the beat of your heels were soon joined by the heavy stomping of steel toed boots. Before you could turn, you found yourself tossed to the ground, gravel damaging your pretty skin.

“Hey baby, going home so soon?” sneered the larger thug, his sick grin turning into a cackle as his boys cheered on his pathetic quip.

You didn’t have time for this shit, you just wanted to get this cheap makeup off. “Listen, I’m just on my way home okay don’t get the wrong idea pal”. You held yourself up on you elbow in preparation to pull yourself up, but suddenly you’re swept off your feet and find yourself in the arms of another man, this one decidedly more handsome.

“Hey man, get your own lady we were just havin so-” the skiddish bully started to utter before he found himself at the end of an explosive blast. Not only did it stun him and his friends, but the man who held you still had one arm firmly against your waist, his other extended as the heat of the flames warmed your frigid skin. You recognized him now, he was that Pro-Hero with an attitude problem. The men scattered away, as you clearly weren’t worth fighting a Pro over, and yet after the scene had settled you found yourself stuck in the moment. The hero, Bakugo, you heard him utter during his introduction, still had you fiercely in his grasp. Your confused look must have told him to back off, because before you could ask his hands retreated.

“Listen, you can’t possibly think it’s a good idea to walk out her by yourself? I swear you civilians get stupider each day” he scoffed, but his body already moves to walk alongside yours. The walk is mostly quiet, the occasional grunt or insult by Bakugo, but you can’t help but feel safe. You surprise him you think, when you laugh at the insults he throws around. You’ve walked these streets enough times to know how bad they get, and even if he’s just joking you can’t help but appreciate the honesty. The walk feels increasingly long, you’ve never quite felt this way about a man before. Normally all the men you’ve been with have wanted you to play the victim role, but even in this case, you didn’t feel like one. His hand would occasionally graze the small of you back, directing you where to turn as if you weren’t the one leading in the first place.

Eventually you reach your street, and you tell him so. You can see the disappointment on his face, and suddenly you find yourself speaking before thinking.

“I don’t have to go home yet you know” you say, almost like a whisper. You didn’t mean to sound so meek, but you don’t know why you offered something so dumb after the man just saved you and was just showing you common courtesy.

You felt foolish, the heat rising in your cheeks as you went to turn away.His fingers however had another idea, as he clasps them around you chin to force you to look at him. He sighs, almost as if he was telling himself to set you straight, to tell you to go home.

“I’m fucking famished, is there anything good around here to eat?” he growled, his fingers falling as you’re left breathless from the loss.

That was the start of his patronage, as he paid for your food and drinks without you even asking. You protested at the time, but Bakugo wasn’t a man you argued with. He just grunted and told you some line about how he was making sure you were okay, that this was just a pick me up meal. But before you knew it, Bakugo came around more and more.

At first it was just the occasional meal or two, soon escalating to drinks. You never ordered anything, Bakugo always chose for you. You had to admit, he knew your tastes well, always something girly and frilly that masked the heavy amount of alcohol hidden in the drink. He’d pretend it was your fault, act disgruntled as he carried you home but you knew what this was. All your clients acted like this, like the boss in your life. You didn’t want to see Bakugo like that but that’s all you knew about men at this point. At least Bakugo was always nice to you, never sharp or curt.

There were warning signs, in hindsight. The way his body tensed up when you talked about your clients. You tried to make jokes, insult them to appease Bakugo but you figured you would stop bringing them up. That was worse somehow. Suddenly the number you gave him to use as a way of meeting up became his go to way for checking up on you. Every night you weren’t with him your phone would blow up with constant questioning.

“Want to go out tonight? Half off drinks come on -B” - 10:23 p.m

“Busy? Busy with what I thought you said you were okay on funds. - B” - 10:40 p.m.

“Seriously I’ll just pay the fee who needs those fucking guys anyway, we’re friends aren’t we? -B” - 10:41 p.m.

“Where are you - B” - 11:55 p.m.

“Why do you even do this job I mean they must be so pathetic to be around - B” -12:42 p.m.

You stopped answering after a bit, the constant buzzing of your phone clearly bothering your host. You didn’t know how to explain it to Bakugo without further pissing him off but he was starting to affect your job. You told yourself that you’ll ignore him for the night, give the client your full attention, and have coffee with Bakugo tomorrow to explain the concept of boundaries. He said it himself, you’re friends, he should understand how important this is for you.

You weren’t expecting him to pick you up from your clients place. You know, the one you never told him you were going to in the first place. You felt frozen in place, standing in fron of his car just waiting for something to happen. Waiting for him to wipe away that fake smile that was plastered on his face, waiting for him to leap out and pull you into him. You’d rather do things your way. You opened the door and got in, never once meeting his eyes and instead just staring straight forward. You could feel the anger radiating off him the longer you chose to ignore him, but you knew what you had to do.

You voice sound watery, your confidence watering. “Look Bakugo, I really appreciate all that you’ve done and I value your friendship but you have to respect that this is what I do for money alright? Don’t you respect me?”

You finally turned to look at him, his face unlike anything you’ve seen. He had that shit eating grin still, but his eyes were wide with something more than just anger, almost as if he was frustrated? You didn’t want to stay anymore, but you recalled the clicking noise when you closed the door behind you and knew you were locked in here with the man.

“Respect? I’m the ONLY one the fucking respects you!” he yelled out, his anger evident in his voice. His words are just as hard as the grip his hand has on your bicep, holding you in place as if you could ever escape him.

“Bakugo plea-” your cry was silenced, as if he didn’t even register your voice.

“Do you think those men fucking respect you? If they respected you they would pay you enough to not fuck around with other guys. If they respected you they would ask you to dress up for them and pretend you were interested in you. If your family fucking respected you then they wouldn’t have sold you just for some meager fucking cash-”

His rant became a blur after that, the world spinning around you. Maybe Bakugo’s grip was just so strong that you were starting to feel weak, but the words he uttered started swirling around your head. Sold? What does he mean sold? Did he mean for the afternoon? Your clients never went through your family, this business was all your own. They had no knowledge of the process, why would Bakugo go through them? Why did he feel like he had to buy your time, you’ve told him so many times you didn’t want that from him. You always found it odd how that seemed to hurt him, but you figured he just wanted to help you out.

The sliding of something cold and metallic on your finger drags you away from yourself, forcing you to face the maniac in front of you.

It was a fucking ring.

“What the hell, Bakugo what is wrong with you, this is a joke right?” you scoff, clearly overwhelmed with the situation

That irritated twitching of his lips began, the one that comes out when things don’t go as he pictured. With on hard squeezing yours and the other still iron locked on your arm, you felt even more trapped than before. This man wasn’t you friend. But you suppose he never wanted to be.

“Can anyone ever really care for you like I can? Isn’t that a husband’s duties, to care for their own?” His voiced was much softer than before, he was clearly trying to back pedal from his outburst. Trying to calm you down. Unsuccessfully you might add.

Even worse, he releases your hand and moves his towards your upper thigh, caressing your bare skin along the way. You mentally curse yourself for wearing such a short skirt today, you thought it would motivate your client to talk longer and pay more. You didn’t notice your breathe until you heard his panting, the car filled with the sounds of gasps and pants, the both of you feeling very differently about the situation at hand.

You try and tighten your thighs, prevent him from going further, but you seemed to have guessed his intention. His rough knuckles push against the plush fat of your thighs and finds your clothed heat, slightly soakes fron the tantalizing touch of his hot finger tips.

“I could take such good care of you” he breathes out, his fingers twisting your panties to push them out of the way of his goal.

You want to protest, but what chance do you have? You turn to look away from him, hoping to discourage him with your discomfort.

It does the opposite.

With the new opening he leans his body forward, digging his nose into you neck and taking a long sniff as he plunges two fingers into your core.

You can’t help but moan, his rugged fingers working you while finds his pleasure in the presence of you scent. The patterned curling of his fingers, the eager pace of entering in and out of you becomes like the rhythm of your heels. Something to get lost in. You let yourself succumb to the pleasure and grind into his hands, his panting become that of a dogs, a little drool escaping down your collarbone. After what feels like an eternity you find yourself edging closer and closer to reality. You know the moment this is over you’ll find yourself trapped once again, but right now you feel safe. Safe as his rapid thrusting of his fingers bring you closer and closer. Before long you tense up around his digits, feeling that warmth rush through your entire body and you soak his hand in your juices. As he retreats and adjusts himself, you pull your legs up and hold them as you try and get your head around things.

Before you can try and fix the situation you feel the car engine start and the radio turn on. You look over a Bakugo, who has one arm resting on your seat and the other with a grip on the steering wheel, soaking it in your cum. He looks calm, almost like that night you first met him, but you can see his excitement through his jeans.

“Let’s go home babe, you’re gonna love it there”

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #bakugou x reader #yandere scenarios #male yandere #fic

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allmight-amiright · 4 years

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Biggest Fan. Todoroki Shouto

Request: Paparazzi by Lady Gaga ft. Todohoeki (not direct quote but close enough)

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Dark themes. Stalking. Murder. Yandere character

Notes: I’m still weak that you called him Todohoeki and I haven’t stopped calling him that since. MORE IMPORTANTLY: FAMOUS MUSIC ARTIST!READER AU

He had been there from the beginning. You was one of the ones who tuned in to every live stream, left comments and likes on all of your social media posts. He would leave you really kind dms and tagged you in posts when called for. He did everything every other fan did. To be honest, he had now become another username in the notifications. You cared for all of your fans, but you finally made it big in the music industry and with the big influx of fans, you just didn’t have as much time for the personal interactions like you used to. Those who had been there from the start were so glad that you were finally getting the recognition they thought you deserved.

Well, most of them were.

Todoroki Shouto missed the attention from you. He missed having conversations with you during your live streams, seeing you laugh and smile at his comments. He missed seeing the Instagram notifications like “@y/u/n liked your comment” and “@y/u/n replied to your comment” and the soft sounds of Twitter alerting him of a new message from you. The two of you, in his mind, had become really good friends and he thought that there was a spark hidden somewhere in those private messages.

You were his everything. You were his wallpaper on his phone. He had photos of you hung up around his room. Your albums were the only thing he listened to. He had blogs dedicated to you, all of your official merchandise, fan-made merchandise. If you were in anyway associated with it, he probably had it.

The alarm on his phone went off, alerting him that it was time for your weekly live stream. He always tried to be early so he could have some time with you, just the two of you and a few other people, just like the old days. He logged onto Twitch, selecting your profile and patiently waiting for you to go live. Minutes passed until your face showed up on the screen of his laptop.

“Hi, everyone! Yes, jamie_tries, I know I’m late,” you say with a laugh. “I may have gotten a little distracted by Say Yes To The Dress, but the episode is over, so I’m here- No, chat, I’m not getting married. I just like watching other people get married. Anyway, I asked you guys yesterday to submit some fun questions over on Twitter for today’s stream, so while people still join, I’m going to pull up some of the ones that I had saved.”

You pulled your phone out. Todoroki narrowed his eyes at your phone case. You had changed it since your last stream. It was no longer the one with the black flowers, but instead you changed it to a sleek black case. That’s not what put him off though. It was the letter on the case that threw him for an unwanted loop. There was nothing that started with the letter J in your brand nor did have anything to do with your life, so why was there a yellow J on your phone case?

Your eyes flit down to the chat where everyone else is asking the same questions Todoroki is and you laugh slightly, hiding the initial with your hand. “It was a gift from a friend. They thought they were funny when they gave me their initial.”

Your best friend’s name was Ashley. Todoroki didn’t know any of your friends that had a J name. He opened another tab, bringing up all of your social media pages. He scrolled through all of your following and followers, compiling a list of users that had the letter j anywhere in their username. It was a deep dive and he was barely paying attention to your stream, but this was important. He needed to figure out who was threatening to steal you away from him. After an hour, he had list narrowed down to a few mutuals that he was suspicious of: an old high school classmate named Jason, the nephew of your producer named Justin, a backup dancer named Jasper, Jake the sound guy, and Johnny who was Ashley’s distant cousin. The frustration began to build in his chest, knuckles turning white as the grip on his pen tightened with each passing moment of not knowing the truth. He was your biggest fan. He was supposed to know everything about you. He was supposed to meet you in person at your next concert and you would look him in the eyes, say, “No way! You’re @scream-and-shouto! I’m so glad to finally meet you!” He would ask you out to dinner. You would obviously say yes. The two of you would date and then would eventually have a grand wedding in your favorite place on the planet. You would start a family together and live the fairytale life that he had planned for you.

But none of that was going to happen with this J person in the picture.

J was a boyfriend, obviously. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. The way your cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink at the mention of the phone case alluded to that easily enough.

The phone case started a whole new chapter in his life that he never intended to get this out of hand. He was at every single one of your concerts while you were out on tour, following you at a distance that wouldn’t be seen as suspicious by most people. He would wait down the hall from your hotel room every time you were there, waiting to see if anyone other than you came in or out of the room.

After the sixth tour destination, you started acting differently. You were constantly looking over your shoulder and you tended to walk with a larger group of your dancers rather than just one or two. You would lead the group twenty minutes out of the way to get wherever you were going. You were skiddish at even the slightest noises and if a fan stopped you in the streets you kept the conversation short, obviously wanting to get away quickly, eyes darting every which way as you hurridly took a selfie with the fan and gave them a hug. It wasn’t like you to brush your fans off. You were scared. Todoroki didn’t know what had you so spooked, but he was going to find out if it was the last thing he did. He was going to keep you safe, no matter the consequences.

It was the ninth stop on the tour before anyone said anything to him. He was sitting at a table across the restaurant from your group when one of them got up from their chair and walked over. The man cleared his throat. “Can I sit?”

Todoroki’s eyes narrow, but he nods anyway.

“What’s your name, man?” the man asks.

“Why are you interested?”

“Listen, we know that you’ve been following us. I don’t know what magazine you’re working for, but this is ridiculous. You’re not going to dig up any dirt on Y/N. Honestly, you’re starting to freak them out more than anything. So, could you maybe lay off? Y/N isn’t used to being followed by the paparazzi yet.”

It wasn’t until the tenth stop that the news came out about one of your back up dancers being found murdered in a hotel bath tub. It was the tenth stop when Todoroki Shouto became a suspect in a homicide. It was that tenth stop when he finally got to talk to you.

Was the situation ideal? No. He never imagined his first real conversation with you to happen in your hotel room, your wrists tied to the arm rests of a chair, your boyfriend bleeding out on the hotel bed. Tears streamed down your face, silent from terror as Todoroki stood in front of you, the shard of broken mirror that was stained red with blood still dangling from his fingers.

His thumb traced your face, wicking away tear drops and leaving behind streaks of blood.

“Shh, princess. Don’t cry,” he whispered, holding your chin lovingly in his hand. Despite his words, the tears continued down your face.

“What do you want from me? I have money. Just please, don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

Todoroki is taken aback. He would never hurt you and the fact that you would ever think he would, made his heart break. “Y/N, princess, I would never hurt you. That’s the last thing I would ever do to you. I love you, princess. All I want to do is protect you from all of those bad people out there in the world, okay?” The restraints are removed from your wrists and he pulls you to your feet. He tugs you into his chest, stroking your hair as you cry, keeping you firmly in place with his other arm.

“I love you more than anything, princess. Remember that, okay? No one will ever come between us again. It’s you and me until the end.”

#mha #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #bnha #bnha imagines #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #boku no hero imagines #todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #shouto #shoto #yandere #song fic #imagine #mha imagines

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Trouble Sleeping

So here’s another original one involving the 4 Bombom boys as a sort of beta test for perhaps a new prompt in asks? I had a lot of fun making these and hopefully you guys like this sort of format. Thank you for all your support as always

Trouble Sleeping

~You awakened in a cold sweat and strangely tears. You had shot up from your bed and placed a hand to your temple. What was your dream just now? It didn’t feel like other dreams but rather a vision of the past… a past that wasn’t yours but yet still felt like it. You laughed to yourself a bit, realizing another dream of this nature had crept up on you… Water. You were really thirsty and could use a quick walk to clear your head. You made your way down to your dormitory’s kitchen to have a glass of something to drink. The evening was rather cool and the sky was surprisingly clear with the moon illuminating your way. Even after your drink you still felt restless, your dreams were getting to you more and more each time you had them. No doubt you dreamt about “their” regrets…

~“You’re still awake?” You hear someone familiar address you in the dead of the night. You jump a bit and ask who’s there. They step out of the shadows and reveal themselves to be…

Shiro

~“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks with a gentle smile. You were relieved it was just him. “Why, who were you expecting?” You told him not to worry about it too much and asked if he couldn’t sleep either. “Ah, yeah. I’ve been having some trouble myself… so I thought coming down and making some tea to help me fall asleep easier.” You asked if tea really does help him sleep since it’s actually just caffeine. “True, but my brew actually has me ending up rather tired often.” That didn’t sound so bad so you asked if you could join him. “Of course. I’d love to have you as my tea mate.”

~Shiro didn’t take long brewing up some tea for two people and handed you a cup as you two sat on the floor in the kitchen. “I’m sorry it couldn’t have been more formal. I wasn’t expecting to have company.” You told him it was fine and took a sip after letting it cool considerably. You complimented him on the tea. “Thank you, I normally have this when I’m up late and need a quick solution to ease my nerves.” You commented on the flavor and how it really does help you feel more at ease and how you understand what he means. “Well, what about you. What’s been on your mind?” You told him it was nothing major and that you just had a bad dream was all. “Are you sure…?” You downplayed it by saying that was all. “But… have you been crying?” You chuckled at Shiro’s perceptive nature and how you couldn’t let anything fly past him. You explained to Shiro that the details of your dreams escaped you, the pain of them felt all the real. Like there was something you were trying to desperately reach for but ultimately ended up in the same state of tears and sweat. Shiro absorbed every word of your story all the while. You pondered what if this is what the future has in store for you. Just to crush your spirit all over again? It was very suffocating to be honest… but then, Shiro took your hand into his. “I think I’ve heard what I needed to hear.” You gave him a bit of a confused look and asked him what he meant. “I know you’ve got a lot of your own anxieties much different from the rest of us, and I know you’ve got a heavier burden than any of us do. But, I can’t help but admire you for it. You always seem to find the middle road for everyone even if it seems impossible. I honestly don’t know how you do such out of line thinking… quite illogical really.” You weren’t quite sure how to take his words right now. “I look up to you for being so different. Honestly without you I don’t think I would even be me right now without you there.” You remember that Shiro almost lost himself to Yog Sototh and the honest nightmare that was to deal with. You also remembered that you were right there to pull him out of that darkness. “See? That’s why I believe that no matter how dark things get, you can always find your way back.” You thanked Shiro for his kind words and started tearing up again. Anymore crying and you might have to start using them to water the plants around campus. Shiro laughed at your joke. “You know, I’m glad I had tea for two tonight…”

~It was then you made a request of Shiro. “You want me to- what?” He looked at you dumbfounded. You proposed that you both could sleep in the same room to help get to sleep. “T-That’s against the rules…! And it sounds… indecent…” You apologized for such a crazy idea and tried to leave. “No, uh… would you prefer your room or mine?” You remembered how warm his hand was before calling it a night…

Kengo

~“Hey, take it easy…” He yawned. “What are you even up this late for?” You? You could ask him the same thing. “Training, of course.” Of course he was, what else could he be doing. You tried wishing him a good night and leaving but… “Hold up.” He said. “Partner, have you been alright? Earlier today you weren’t all that awake during training today.” You tried insisting it was nothing but your guildmate was having none of that. “Nice try, but ain’t happenin. C’mon I’ll treat you to a drink before bed.”

~Kengo got you both some fuzzy lemonades that he had picked up on the way back. He liked to have a few before bed but didn’t mind sharing one with you. You thanked him but said you didn’t need one. “Don’t be stupid and have a drink. Don’t worry too much about things like that.” Kengo took a big gulp and a sigh of relief. “There’s nothing quite like a cold lemonade after a long session~.” You replied with similar sentiments since a drink like this on a hot summer day just recharges you in a sense. “Heh, that too. So, what are you doing up this late? I was getting some extra training in now thanks to Shiro’s study sessions cutting into my daytime training, but you were totally asleep.” You asked him how he’d know you went to bed right away. “Details, details. Just tell me what’s up.” Kengo’s expression went from his usual cheery self to a more serious one of concern. You made a comment about how he probably already knew but you were having trouble staying asleep. The memories kept flooding back in painful bits and chunks- about your other selves, about those who you lost, and about how you died… all of that kept coming back to haunt you. Memories that you never asked for. Sometimes you wondered what the point of it all was if it just might happen all over again? These were things you’d been holding in for an awfully long while now. You tried laughing it off and saying it was pretty dumb to focus on the past so much, but it really did bother you since you did sink your head down and refused to look him in the face while you spoke. “Partner…” Kengo said, not losing his stern expression. Then he did something unexpected. You felt his hand gently pat you on the head, which caught you off guard. “That’s enough bullshit about how it’s all pointless, yeah? I don’t know what kinda shit you’ve been through but… seeing that memory for myself is why I’m training… and it’s why you’re our leader too. We’re both trying to stop all of that from happening over and over again. So… we can protect everyone and stop hurting for a change…” He was being surprisingly gentle with you. “Plus, without you there trying with me I’d no doubt be left for dead. All I ever know how to do is hit what’s staring right at me.” You recalled your times with Kengo whenever you had reached out to save him, you had always been there to help him power through his issues. “See? It’s always been you there with me. It’s why I’m proud to call you my partner.” You were surprised at how cheesy Kengo could really be, something he didn’t take kindly to and proceeded to smack you over the head. “Idiot, I’m serious! I need you…!” You agreed and apologized for your lame joke. You needed him too, since he was sort of like your rock. “Hmph, look who’s the cheesy one now?”

~With Kengo back, and not really wanting to get caught, you tried to compromise for the two of you. “You want me to what? But you don’t even have a second bed in your dorm! How are we both supposed to sleep?” You proposed that sharing a bed was always an option, and swore this time to keep your teasing to a minimum. “N-No, that’s… Rrgh, fine… I owe you one regardless. I’ll make sure you get to sleep just soundly. Just promise to lay close…” The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the gentleness Kengo had for you…

Ryota

~You heard Ryota yawn rather carelessly as he shuffled his way into visibility. He looked exhausted no doubt. You asked him what the heck he was doing up at this hour. “Food… I need to replenish…” So a late night snack was it? “Mhm…” Ryota rubbed the sleep out of his eyes a bit and began to come more and more to. “Huh? What’s wrong?” Ryota asked you once he got a clear view of you. You told him you couldn’t sleep and that something to eat was sounding pretty good right about now. “Lucky for you I keep a stash of goodies in the cupboards. So let’s dig in~.” You wanted to ask how but a sudden wave of hunger kept you preoccupied.

~After dining on Ryota’s snacks and having some warm milk to go with it, Ryota yawned with satisfaction as the two of you sat back and rested. “Mmm, I could fall asleep right here.” He said, to which you ask him he didn’t since no doubt the teachers or Shiro would give him an earful later. “Right… I gotta make sure I get to bed. But, what about you? Why are you awake? You didn’t even know I had snacks and your eyes were all puffy.” Ah… You were having a hard time finding the words since you didn’t want to upset Ryota so late at night. So you simply told him you weren’t feeling all that well so you came to get some water. “Yeah, but why were you crying…? Did you have a bad dream?” Looks like there wasn’t gonna be an easy way out of this one. So you decided to tell the truth despite how skiddish you’d rather have been. You told Ryota about your recent dreams and how they’ve been affecting you at night. They were very sad and scary dreams that worried you about the future. Whether or not your reasons for fighting at all were ever going to amount to much if everything will just be reset anyway, and everyone will just keep up the cycle of love and pain. It was difficult to process it all which is why you cried when you woke up from it. Ryota gave a bit of a sniffle but let you continue, clearly doing his best to keep it together. You remembered how everything in town came back down to you and your decisions, so you were always hoping that what you’ve chosen to do up until now was the right choice or not. Or maybe everyone would be better off without you. “-Stop it.” Ryota suddenly said. You tried asking him what he meant but he cut you off by pulling you into an embrace. “I said stop it!” You were shocked and asked him to keep his voice down, that he might wake up others. “I can’t! My friend is saying that they want to disappear and I can’t stand another minute of it!” He snapped. “I don’t care what the rest of Tokyo thinks, I don’t care what your past was- none of that matters! What matters is the person right in front of me! What matters most to me is right in front of me and I don’t want to lose them!” Ryota looked just about ready to cry. You remembered that Ryota was the first ever friend you made when arriving in Tokyo despite knowing zero about you. You remembered all the times he stuck his neck out for you and how he wanted to do nothing more than to help you. You gave Ryota a pat on the head and told him to calm down, that you had no plans of going anywhere anytime soon. Especially not when your best friend needs you still. “Do you mean that?” Ryota asked. “Do you really, really mean it?” You told him of course you did and that his hug was starting to hurt a bit. Embarrassed, Ryota finally let go of you. “O-Okay! So long as you promise, then I… I won’t be so scared.”

~Given Ryota’s current state you couldn’t just leave him to walk back to his room alone and offered to spend the night together. Especially because you didn’t want to be alone anymore. “Sure thing. We could make it a… a… a slumber party!” You told him to keep his voice down and that it’d just be the two of you. “Just the two of us…? That doesn’t sound so bad… actually, that sounds nice…” You remembered the gentle look Ryota had when he slept before feeling at ease yourself and drifting off…

Toji

~“At ease, it’s only me.” Toji said. “It’s rather late, isn’t it?” You apologized and admitted you were quite startled, but then asked what he was doing alone at this hour. “I usually take an evening stroll. It helps me get unwind after a long day.” You admitted that sounds just like him, always diligent. “Would you like to walk with me? You seem to have a lot on your mind.” Toji asked, quickly noticing the distress on your face. You told him that sounded rather nice and agreed to go with him wherever for a little while.

~Toji took you around the dormitory perimeter under the moonlight. The two of you stopped at a nearby bench. He then handed you a bottled water that was still cold. You asked him when he managed to grab one. “I did so before our walk. Water usually helps clear the mind and the skin. A clean body is a clean mind after all.” You can’t remember anyone saying that ever. “It’s just something I made up…” You took a sip of water and felt more refreshed weirdly. Maybe it was the water under the moonlight but it certainly helped you calm down. “However you seem troubled. Perhaps I could help, only if you wish to speak about it.” Oh boy, where to begin… you pondered for a minute and then began to explain that the memories from your pasts were haunting you. “I see. I too get haunted by specters of the past… please continue.” They were manifesting themselves into your dreams, but none of the good memories, you’d only ever see the ones that end with you dying horribly or at the hands of someone you care about. Not only that the sheer number of times you’ve perished only seemed to grow with each passing night. Just how many times have you met your end and how many more ties have yet to come? It was just too much for you to bear… as you explained Toji listened with intent and allowed a moment of silence to fall onto both of you. Then after giving you a moment to breathe he rested your head on his shoulder and began to explain. “I know that the past is hard. It is on all of us, but I never once imagined how hard it must be you to learn so many things about a time before all of this. There’s one thing I do know however. At the end of the day you’re still you. The you that’s here is the one that’s in front of me, and that’s all that matters. You’re past changes nothing about this fact, and I feel I’m starting to understand that finally. For a long time I admittedly didn’t have much of a high opinion of you…” Those were times you didn’t particularly like, but still remembered them fondly weirdly. Toji was downright antagonistic towards you. “But now I feel very different. However much the past may haunt you, remember that they’re only phantoms that can’t hurt you.” Your mind began to wander towards all the times you comforted and reached out to Toji at his lowest point. How the tides have changed… “Did you say something?” You told him it was nothing and thanked him for being by your side. “Of course, it is what I am wont to do after all. You have my gratitude all the same.”

~Since it was late you extended an invite for Toji to join you in your room. At that question he lifted you off his shoulder. “Have you gone mad!?” He asked. “Not only is that against the rules, but that is indecent!” You told him to calm down and that you only wanted help falling asleep. “ah… P-Please excuse my outburst I…” He cleared his throat. “I proudly accept to guard you tonight.” You remember falling asleep at night speaking with Toji and having him almost fall asleep in a chair at your bedside before making room for him to join you…

#shiro #kengo #ryota #Toji #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #Headcanon #HC #sfw #trouble sleeping #kinda romantic

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