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snow-143 · 1 year ago

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

one- pilot (1.7k words)

Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical.

He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close.

The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective.

No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me.

I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't.

In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of.

The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted.

I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for.

It was a shock to me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together.

That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going.

I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen.

Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook.

If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie.

He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though.

He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him.

But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.

He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him.

I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing.

Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with.

We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect.

This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.

I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces.

I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me.

From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed.

It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school.

He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.'

It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'

I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'

It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom.

'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.'

He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number.

'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good.

'Are you serious right now?'

'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'

'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one.

'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.

Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.

'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.

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asmutwriter · 7 months ago

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You Saved Me (Part 12)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After a close run in with death, you decide to start anew. Ending up bumping into the last person you wanted to see

A/N - A shorter part but I was strongly inspired by the small confession he made to the priest in S10E16 (quoted at the end). Plus I needed a semi filler part that could link the next parts together and help develop the story line. And yes this is the third time I've tried writing part 12. I'm hoping this one will stick and I wont change my mind in the upcoming months

WORD COUNT: 2033

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: brief mentions of fire/arson, brief mentions of death, talk of injury, injury detail, guns, swearing, threat, fighting, mark of cain Dean, knives, jealous Dean, this whole part is mainly just angst

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

"You could just get off of work early"

"I told you I can't" you say to your friend. She watches as you clean the table she's sat at.

"Just say that you need to pick the kids up, then we can go home and drink ourselves to death"

"Im already going out with you on Friday night"

"Yes. You managed to get your new fancy fella to babysit for you" she wiggles her brows at you. "You sure you don't want me to look after the kids and you and him book a hotel somewhere?"

"No I do not" you say, a smile on your face. "He's coming over tonight anyway. Getting me and the girls fish and chips on his way back from work"

"Oh how romantic of him"

"Shut up" she smiles. Picking up her coffee with both hands. Sipping it. You hear a customer ask for the small in shop TV to be turned up. Drawing you, and the other customers attention to it.

''-known about what started the fire which resulted in the death of 5 people. 3 more injured. Police and firefighters worked hard to rescue as many as they could. Information still to come as we find out more. Now, the weather-"

"Jesus" you say. Taking the cloth you were holding. Folding it a few times.

"Those poor people". You take in a breath. Spraying some product onto your cloth before going to a new table. Wiping down the surface.

You spend the next few hours cleaning tables, washing up cups and plates, so on and so forth. Before it is time for you to leave your shift to go pick up the girls from school. The three of you listening and singing to the 'Tangled' soundtrack as you drive home. You get through the front door.

"Mike will be round within the next few hours. He's bringing chips and - because its a Friday - we can watch a film whilst we eat"

"Yay!" they both excalim. Dumping their bags down in the living room.

"But first I want you both to have a shower and do your homework, do you understand?"

"Yes mum" they both say, a dragging annoyance in their voice as they head to their bedrooms. You pick up their bags. Placing them on the pegs by the back door. Going over you start doing the dishwasher. Unloading it. Only a few minutes go past before you hear a knock at the door. You hear Lydia call out "I'll get it!"

You hear the door open. The voice of your child being heard. Met with hushed toned voices. You put the mug you were holding away, shutting the cupboard as you hear the front door shut.

You press the home button on your phone. Seeing the time. You frown slightly. Mike hadn't messaged you saying he was on his way. You pick up a tea towel. Drying your slightly dampened hands onto it as you start walking to the corridor. Placing the cloth on the side as you call out your daughters name.

"Lydia?" you get to the entrance of the corridor as someone walks past. You get made jump, not expecting someone so suddenly. Then a different kind of fear hits you. Dean Winchester turns to face you. You meet his eyes, a few seconds go by as you both analyze the situation.

He reacts first, his hand going to the back of his jeans as he goes to grab his gun. "Fuck" you mutter. Almost instinctly you kick him in the crotch.

"Crap" he gasps out, bending down slightly. Hands going to his groin as you lean over him, grabbing the gun from his jeans. You point it at him.

"Dean?" you hear Sams voice. He comes round the corner, seeing the situation. He goes to grab his gun out but you go closer to Dean, gun still aimed at him as he lifts his head up. Eyes on yours as you dart between the two men.

"I will shoot him" not to sure which one you're threatening at this point. Sam removes his hands from near his weapon. Placing them up in defeat. His eyes darting to the weapon, aimed right at his brother. Dean also putting his hands up in a slight surrender. Eyes watching you as the gun remains only a few inches from his face. "What did you do to my girls?"

"They're safe. In their bedroom" Sam says. Eyes still darting between you, his brother and the gun. He outstretches his hand slightly. Palm facing upwards as he half points to your gun. "Why don't we just all calm down?". You point the gun at the younger brother.

"You come into my home, both armed. Threatening to kill me and you tell me to calm down"

"Bad use of words on my part" he half smiles "why don't you just put the gun down and we can chat?". Dean moves towards you, grabbing at your hand. You bring your elbow up, hitting him in the face with it. He grunts, grabbing his nose as you re-aim the gun at him.

"Your brother is a demon" the younger brother nods slightly. Looking between the two of you

"Dean isn't a demon" he says quickly before you hurt him anymore. "He was a demon but he's not one anymore". Dean goes forward. Using your distraction by his brother to catch you of guard. He grabs your wrist. Twisting the gun out of your hand as he takes it. Aiming it at you as his deadpan face changes to a more cocky one. You put your hands up in defense. An annoyed huff leaving your lips.

"What do you want?"

"We're here about the fire that happened near here" Sam says.

"The one thats been in the news?" he nods. "So what led you to come to my house?"

"We believe that the fire was started by a witch" the older says "the fact that you are here, alive and breathing, makes me think the witch is you" he goes closer to you. Gun still aimed.

"Why would I be the witch? After years of hunting and killing monsters, why would I decide to become one"

"How else would you explain the fact that you're alive?" you stay silent. Eyes watching his. Your hand grabs the tea towel still on the side. Throwing it at Deans face. He reaches up. Grabbing it. You turn quickly. Grabbing the knife from the dishwasher behind you. Going close to him as you push the knife into his throat. He freezes. Bringing his hands up slowly, showing you his weapon near his head. Finger off the trigger. Sam draws his gun in the same instance. Aiming at you as you meet Deans green eyes.

"Sam. There is a letter on the side behind the knife rack. I want you to read it out allowed". He hesitates. Keeping the gun on you as he reaches to the paper. Struggling to open it with one hand. He reads it. Clenching his jaw as he looks up at you and his brother. Eyes going back to the paper as he begins to read it aloud.

"Miss Rose Marsh. Found unconscious in a hotel room with knife wounds and bruising around her neck. Three knife injuries in total. One to her thigh, two to her stomach. Unsure of what weapon was used to cause these injuries. No leads on who the attacker is". He stops talking. Trailing off as both the Winchester brothers take in what has been said. You confirm to them what they are thinking, moving away from the older but still holding the knife in an intimidating manner.

"My medical bill and police report. Confirming my injuries and recovery from the attack I survived. The one from a few months back. Now, if I was a monster who had taken the identity of a dead woman then I wouldn't have that letter. As I'd be dead"

"How are you alive then?" the younger questions. "The weapon that was used. You should be dead"

"Demons don't tend to check for a pulse once they attack their victims. Who's to say that I didn't pass out from my injuries. That my attacker assumed I had died. Not bothering to check for a pulse because-" you shrug slightly "why would they?"

They stay silent. Looking at each other. Both of them placing their weapons in the back of their jeans. Just as you hear the front door open.

"Oh honey! I bought us chips!" you hear a voice exclaim. Walking into the kitchen, his cheery smile dulling from his eyes as he sees you and the other two. "Who are these guys?"

"Who are you?" Dean says. His stare one of confusion and disgust as he looks at the well kempt and polite mannered man.

"I'm Mike" he says. Smiling still as he looks at the two men. "Rose's boyfriend". He motions to you. The older brother eyes the man up. Sam smiles slightly. Looking downward. "Who are these guys?"

"Detectives. I'm sorry what did you say your names where?" you look at Sam.

"Detective Mercury and Detective Dickinson" he goes into his jacket pocket. Taking out an FBI badge. Dean still giving him the death glare. "We are here about the fire that happened last night" he goes over to the counter top. Placing the two bags of food down.

"They were talking about it on the radio on my way over here. Poor souls" he looks at them again. "Why would the FBI be interested in a fire? Wasn't it just some terrible accident?"

"We think it might be arson". He brings an arm up and around your waist. Holding you close as concern fills his voice.

"Are we safe?"

"Yes. We're just going around the neighborhood to check up on people. See if anyone saw anything suspicious" he nods.

"Well, we were at home all night. So were the girls. We didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary". The younger nods. Smiling at you both as he takes out a business card. Handing it to Mike.

"If you do remember anything then please ring us" he smiles back at him, taking the card. "Thank you for your time. We'll leave you to enjoy your food" he looks at Dean. Who has not dropped his stern gaze from the man since he entered the room. "Detective?" he turns to face his brother. Who half smiles at him "We've over stayed our welcome by far to long. Lets go". They walk out the room. Leaving you and your boyfriend with the girls for the night.

"I can't believe she as a boyfriend" Dean says to his brother as they get in Baby.

"She is a grown up. She is allowed to date people"

"But he's so... clean" he laughs at his brother.

"Are you jealous of Mike?" he looks at him. A look of displeasure on his face.

"No" he looks back forward. The younger still watching him, half smile on his face. "Maybe. So what if I am"

"I get it"

"No you dont"

"Yeah I do. Rose is exactly your type"

"Shut up" he starts the car. "Even if she was - which she isn't - I'm still not jealous of Mike" The way he said his name was comical. Almost like he was trying to say a made up word. "I have nothing to be jealous of. He's to prim and proper for me to be jealous of him. Why would I want to be some posh twat?". Sam stays quiet. An amused look on his face as his brother keeps talking. "I just don't understand what she sees in him. He's nothing like what she deserves. She deserves the world. He can't give that to her. He'd be to worried that he'd mess up his perfect hair or his perfect suit"

"Yeah you're right. You're definitely not jealous of him".

"I said shut up" Sam lets out a chuckle. "What other leads do we have on this arson case then?". Sam chats. Going through their evidence as Deans thoughts wonder.

10E16 TIME STAMP 22:37

'What if I said I didnt want to die... yet? That I wasnt ready'

'Are you expecting to?'

'Always. The life I live. The work I do... I pretty much figured that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought that sooner or later I'd go out the same way I live - pedal to the metal and that would be it'

'But now?'

'Now um... recent... events... make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And... I dont know. I mean - theres things. People. Feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time'

'Go a little deeper, perhaps, than with Gina'

'Yeah... yeah. I'm just starting to think that maybe there's more to it all then I thought'

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quiminus · 4 months ago

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Second part of my story again I apologize for any mistakes i made english isnt my first language

I had just got back to my house, the sun was rising and the real birds were already starting to sing, I was feeling great the first night was a success, and I didn't have to stop anything bigger than a few robberies, so while I was storing my equipment in a secret compartment in my attic and getting ready to go to sleep after the night I heard him before I saw him:

-It looks like you had quite a night, right, ma'am?

And there he was Benedito my mentor he was an old guy, old enough to be my grandfather he had a long white beard and long white hair that was in a bun and he used a cane, but don't be fooled he is tougher than looks

- Well I wanted to prove a point and I'm proving it

- And what point is that?

- I'm not incapable of helping people, I can be a hero like I told you I was going to be and I have the proper training so I wont die so easily

Bento looked at me like he always does when it comes to this matter , that look is a look that is a mixture of pride, sadness and notes of concern but I never understood the reason for the concern I'm perfectly fine

- no one said that I'm doubting you or your abilities, I just care about you, I just want you not to end up getting hurt, but what about this, I'll stick around and keep an eye on you until I'm sure you'll be able to take care of yourself and then I'll go away and let you do whatever you want, what about that?

I was a little angry about that because he just said he didn't doubt me but that sounded extremely like someone who doesn't trust me but I didn't have much of a choice since Bento won't leave me alone but I was a little bit happy too because I didn't want to spend those first months alone without anyone I know, after all it's been nine years since I left San Olga so I said:

- deal

- and just one more thing, you will have to make some adjustments wherever you place Circe because she is not a typical owl from North America - Bento said, preparing to come down from the loft - Circe and my pet one of the last things I got before leaving the abyss and she is an owl a devil owl

- ok but I'm going to need help with this - I said showing my best smile because I didn't want to have to do that

Bento rolled his eyes and took a breath

He said some things that I didn't understand and then he nodded and went downstairs.

*- Some hours later-*

After resting and helping to organize circes space, I went and looked at myself in the mirror because I had to go out and I wanted to check how I looked since I had to go to an audition for a role in a series that was about to start recording. I think the name was scenic theory but I didn't pay much attention to it because I wasn't very interested in this series, I just need a job to earn my money, plus I need to have a life as a normal person for my disguise, but Anyway, I have short dark brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, with the body of a gymnast and I'm 1.60 cm ( 5 foot 3).

After looking at myself in the mirror and noticing slight dark circles under my eyes that I covered using sunglasses, something you should know about me and that my parents are Alexandre and Talia Willows and they were both very famous people my mother being a painter and my father an award winning film director and I will follow in their footsteps I want to be in this industry

I'm going to be an actress, my aunt Cassandra helped me have this and a few more auditions and now it's time for the audition

I arrived at the appointed place which was this studio that looked very old but at the same time it was well looked after and I waited with a few other people until they called my name, and when it was my turn the director looked at me and became very pale along with the guy next to him and said a little melancholy:

- Kelly Willows right?

- Yes it's me

-So it's true, when Cassandara told me that you wanted to audition I was incredulous because no one has known anything about you for almost 6 years, where were you?

-around- The director was a white guy with blond hair and very gray eyes, he had the voice of someone who smoked and also had a slight smell of cigarettes, the guy next to him was a black man who also looked much older, he had grey hair, he also had some warts that indicated he smiled a lot in life.

- It's great to finally meet Alex's daughter - said the black guy

- my name is Gabriel

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Willows - said the blonde, somewhat embarrassed - I'm José and I hope you pass the test

After that I read my lines I did my best and when I finished I got out of there as quickly as I could, not wanting to talk about my parents anymore because whenever people talk to me they talk about my parents, I'm fine and I don't accept or need pity, it's been a long time since they died, the time for tears has passed

*- At night-*

Let's go, second night at work mechanical birds on, bird costume on and tranquilizer gun loaded now and just leave

When I'm in the air I feel free and as if all my problems were fake and for a moment I even forgot what I was doing but I remembered when a robotic falcon of mine gave me an alert, it was an abandoned warehouse and there were some guys I sneaked in, hid, listened and recorded:

- are you sure this is a good idea i heard that there is a giant bird haunting the street,that it is 1 meter tall and has 4 legs

- shut up Tony, that's an urban legend, I've never seen anything like that and I've seen a lot of things in this field, so let's take the guns to fortuna and get the money Interesting then weapons and? This fortuna guy won't receive any weapons

I climbed onto the roof beams of the warehouse and started to put out each of the guys with shots from my gun, they were very easy to catch, this tranquilizer was very effective, so that's when everything started to go wrong, I came out of my hiding place to handcuff them and check what weapons they were talking about and I almost got punched in the back of the head because there had just arrived 1 more guy but I dodged it in time and then the fight started I really didn't want to use the claws on my clothes even though I'm a fighter I'm trying not to just go around hurting others, it was an ok fight because the guy was big and had experience but it wasn't anything especial the fight lasted a few minutes and then I jumped in the air and opened my wings, went up to the guy and managed to inject him the tranquilizer I had in my claws But then he did something I didn't expect, the guy had stuck a knife right in my leg, but it was too late I had knocked him out so I handcuffed him like the rest of the guys, I anonymously called the police and sent them the recordings and left .

On the way to another call from my birds I started to feel dizzy, the pain from the wound on my leg was increasing, it seemed like the cut was deeper than I thought. The adrenaline was leaving me and the amount of blood in my leg I had already lost a lot of blood I started to black out and also obviously fall the last thing I felt was a huge fear because falling from a great height brought back memories

*"Flashback"*

I was in a swimming pool on a swimming pool diving board a very very high diving board I was ten years old and I was scared to death I was scared to death because Uncle Arthur had a gun and he was climbing the ladder of the diving board and my parents had a bullet in the head and uncle was approaching and he said:

- don't worry your death won't be painful you will join your parents soon

It was almost at the top so I did the only thing I could do and jumped off the diving board towards the pool but I didn't know how to swim. The last thing I heard before I woke up was a door being forced open and a shout of STOP RIGHT WERE YOU ARE , then the water came

*《End of Flashback》*

I woke up not being able to breathe properly, I was hyperventilating and I was also completely distraught, trying to escape and I wasn't thinking straight and there was Bento next to me telling me it was just a dream and telling me to breathe deeply and calm down, he held me firmly and He breathed in an exaggerated way telling me to imitate him after a few moments of breathing I calmed down

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artificialnightmare · 2 years ago

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Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma with College Student S/O

x reader, gender neutral, sfw

with; chuuya, dazai, ranpo

Fyodor

i can picture that he doesn't really care about your grades

the only thing matter for him about it, is just if you will ended up doing something meaningful by the time you graduated

will only help you if you asked him to

he is so sure that you can get through your semester by yourself because well, why not, no?

yet he's still taking an eye at your mental state. once you're looking a little bit down or pressured, he will cheer you up right away with his words

plays his cello beside you when you're studying to calm you down

sometimes you get a kiss on the top of your head from him before he leaves ;)

got good grades? he will do anything you want him to do for like… for a week? i guess?

Nikolai

this man… sometimes he wants you to drop out from college so he can spend every day, hour, minute, even seconds with you

he only wants you to give all your attention to him and nothing else

protective over people that close with you on your college circle

he will help gather informations for your exams and homeworks and always whining about it

interrupts you a lot when you're studying

surprisingly, he cooks some delicious foods and desserts to help you cope with how much works you're doing right now

he has a lot evil back plan to manipulate your scores so you wont waste your time to study anymore ( if you fail lol )

exams maybe over but you need to take care of nikolai who tremendously wants your attention

"you avoided me for two weeks, now take care of me!"

Sigma

he also worries about your exams

kinda gets anxiety when he knows your exam will start soon

wants to help you but he really doesn't know what to do

you'll be the one who console him if you'll be fine doing it by yourself

sigma is a sweet person, he insists to help you with your study ( in the stubborn ways )

anyways, he can be mad jealous if you really close to someone from your college considering he's really insecure at some point

always question, "do you still love me?" in the middle of you studying

gets really happy and excited when you get a really good grades

he hugs you tightly, "i am really proud of you! I know I chose the right person to be with me!"

#bungou stray dogs #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #sigma x reader #fyodor headcanons #nikolai gogol #sigma headcanons #bsd x reader #decay of angels #bsd imagines #bsd fluff

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hirokari · 3 years ago

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dreamies when a pervert gets a little too close

You'd invited your friends to a quick café run, but soon regret it when a creep gets a little too close when you're alone.

･ﾟ✧ MARK

at first assumes its one of your friends

soon realizes its not by your body language

panicking because he's still ordering his drink

"um, i'll have an americano, thank you. nokeepthechangeiminarush."

intends to casually jog towards you, but accidentally sprints

"Y/N! is this a friend?"

hands are automatically on your shoulders

"i dont like this friend- no offense. wait, no yeah, you should take offense, yeah."

deadpans when creep doesn't take the hint

"dude, go away, will you?"

is more relieved than you when mr. creep finally takes off

"has that happened before? you can talk to me about it, yeah?"

･ﾟ✧ RENJUN

notices almost immediately

seems collected, but is boiling inside

quickly walks up to you, grabbing your hand

"Y/N! are drinks are ready, come lets go get them."

glares when creep tries following

"excuse me? i dont think we know you- you were talking to them? no, you i dont think you were. goodbye!"

is almost giddy at the fact that you trust him enough to take his hand

asks if you're okay the moment you lose mr. creep

"call me the next time that happens, okay? i wont let them touch you."

･ﾟ✧ DONGHYUCK

is the one to draw most attention

gasps loudly when he spots mr. creep's hands on your shoulder

cancels his orders and walks away with no apologies

oh gosh mr. creep's hand is on your hip- oh no its not. lee donghyuck just kicked it off

"who the fuck-"

"that's my fucking line, you bastard! tell me, would you like to leave with your own two feet or should i throw your perverted ass out the window?"

ooo everyone's watching

doesnt leave your side for the next two days

"he was ugly anyway. fret not, call me when you need someone's ass kicked."

･ﾟ✧ JAEMIN

has unfortunately dealt with creeps a lot

freezes when he sees mr. creep attempting to get closer.

walks from the counter without a word, the confused employee watches

"hey, hands off."

glaring intensifies when bastard decides not to

"seriously, i am this close to breaking your nose."

as much as you don't want that to happen-- you want that to happen

bastard gives him the oh-so-benefit of the doubt

at the end of the day, you miss your classes, jaemin rainchecks on his plans, and you're in the police department.

"hey, there's no need to apologize. if anything, i should be saying sorry."

･ﾟ✧ JENO

seems innocent but whoo creep boutta get fucked up

manages to hold both your drinks in one hand

puffs his chest out and flexes his arms

intimidating squints

no words, warps an arm around you and walks away

is glad you're on the same page and walk with him

"hey! that's my property!"

"WOW ARE THEY? SINCE WHEN DID PERVERTS LIKE YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO OBJECTIFY SOMEONE WHO IS CLEARLY UNCOMFORTABLE JUST BEING AROUND YOU?"

wow, he thinks. did i pull a karen? was that too karen of me?

after walking a minute in silence, you laugh a little, remembering the horrified face the bastard had on his face

"what why are you laughing? are you alright? he didn't drug you or anything, right?"

･ﾟ✧ CHENLE

a prepared king

handles the situation like a champ

is already by your side because he'd noticed the guy eyeing you the moment you two came in

"don't panic, there's a fugly rat staring at you 7 o' clock."

is actually surprised he's approaching you two

"hi, are you taken?"

chenle feigns, the audacity

"um, im literally right here. please, if you would, stop hitting on my partner."

"you're their partner? you don't look it,"

"dude, you don't either, but here you are hitting on them. please, leave."

mr. creep gives up with a reluctant glare, and chenle scoffs, patting your shoulder where the man had touched as if it were dirty

"these perverts have no shame these days. when that happens again, you should try these tricks:"

･ﾟ✧ JISUNG

stern and stubborn

unconsciously puffs his cheeks out because he's pissed

manages to stay calm at the cashier and while walking to you

seems you've already mentioned him, because you're pointing and shuffling towards him

wow what a height difference

"this is the friend i'm out with," he smiles-- maybe a little sarcastically-- when you mention him

"...this is a kid."

"you're shaped like a kid. donttouchthem." he guards your arm with his

"oh look, our drinks are ready."

"mind if i tag along?"

"god, yes, we mind. we mind a mindful. please go away."

huffs with his whole chest when mr. creep finally walks away

"im sorry, ignorant bastards like him get on my nerves. you're okay, though, right?"

hirokari, 2021

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justmywriting1313 · 3 years ago

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Sad M/C headcanons Part 2 (Leviathan, Satan, and Asmo)

Hello lovelies!!!! I hope you guys are having an amazing week so far!!

Okieee so here is the next part for this Head canon set. I know Mammon and Luci got their own. It was just cause I couldn't control how much I was writing hehehe so yeah anyway its not favouritism, I promise.

Again so sorry it took so long! Lord knows i’m kind of stretched thin and its funny since I am thinking of writing a Haikyuu fic that I can’t get out of my head lol.

Anywhoooo Enjoy, Reblog and pretty please Request thankuuuuuu.

Summary: Leviathan, Satan and Asmo x Sad M/C and how they react to her crying + how they cheer her up!

Trigger warnings: Not anything but i guess Homesickness and just yeah being a bit sad. (unedited)

LEVIATHAN:

Oh dearie me!!

Honestly, I can see this being a hard situation for Levi to navigate solely because he doesn’t leave his room often enough to even realise whats happening. I mean, yeah, one of the brothers could tell him that you aren’t your normal self but even then. I can’t see Levi coming to you solely because he wont think he could be of any help. I mean he sees himself as a recluse so like yeah.

I think in Levi’s case it would be a sudden realisation when you are playing games. Even if you've been feeling this way a long time. Its not because he doesn’t pay attention and thus didn’t notice, but when you are around him, it was a distraction for you and so you were more upbeat than you had been with the others. He also was so focused on showing you his new anime that he doesn’t even realise. I feel like Levi could be one of those friends/ boyfriends who aren't great at problem solving but really good at distracting and listening and then they would do their best to dote on you.

So like, you've been upset for a while now. All the other boys know and though they've tried to help and alleviate some of the things weighing down on you it hasn’t worked. You have still been avoiding them and keeping to yourself. The only one who doesn’t realise is Levi. Its because whenever you come over to his room to play games and watch anime you’ve been fine; listening to him and watching with amusement. So when the brothers come to him telling him to help he doesn't even take them seriously or really understand.

But somewhere in his brain he starts keeping an eye out and he does notice. The signs aren't super significant but still they take away from your personality so much that it scares Levi. It starts with when he is opening the door to let you into his room. It takes you a minute to get that tired look of your face and to smile. When you had been sitting and watching anime’s the dazed off look you get where you don’t even register him saying anything. Oh or the one time you fell asleep and he saw smudged up mascara stains and tear tracks. He assumed you were super touched by the anime but then it happened more often than not.

The biggest thing though was when you had stopped encouraging him to leave his room. Usually when you would tempt Levi out of his room by promising to hang out with him and only him if he left the room. Now however you would just trudge into his room and flop onto the couch or his bed. It started to concern him deeply but at the same time he didn't think he could help nor did he know how to. I think he is the main one who wouldn't do a huge gesture, not because he didn't want to but I think out of all the demons he understands best the negative feelings of self worth.

He understands that someone making a big deal out of it is probably the exact opposite thing you needed sometimes. Sometimes, the right person asking you at the right time whether you're okay is all that you need to open up and then to pretend it isn't a big deal… a distraction. It may not be problem solving and therefore not the healthiest but it is helpful in not bottling things up. And thats exactly what happens.

He opens the door one day and this time you couldn't even be bothered to cover up the exhaustion and underlying sadness. You trudge into a room and flop onto the chair next to his gaming one. He got an extra one for you. He queues up an anime. Halfway through the movie he hears you sniffling but he doesn't say anything. It’s the small hiccups that make him look towards you. You're burying your face in your sweater paws. Your eyes trained on the anime but they have a far away look. Levi has kind of had it so he finally pauses the anime. He turns you towards him and though he is blushing he says,��

“M/C… are you okay? If you are then its fine and it’s also fine if you aren’t but… I mean you can talk to me you know?I… I wont judge...I want to help thats all...”

You look at him for a minute. All the others had tried to get you talk and as much as you love them you don't think they are great at accepting human flaws so you always waved them of. For some reason though Levi asking made you want to tell him everything and you knew he would understand. With that realisation you dropped your hands and started wailing. At first Levi panicked almost getting ready to call one of the others but then, you collapsed into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck while you curled your knees inward and your head tucked into his neck. Levi tried his best not to have a nosebleed as he very hesitantly put one hand around your upper thighs, the other hugging you shoulders as he lifted you further into him. It took him a while to loosen up but after half an hour or so later he was stroking your hair and cooing at you to shhh while you kind of sobbed into his jacket.

See with Levi its not about the sadness being little or big, its not about wanting space or not wanting it. Its solely distraction based. Its about getting away from it for a while. Its kind of Levi’s whole thing you know.

Eventually Levi could tell you were tired and wanted to sleep so he stood you both up. No pressure to talk or tell him everything. He let you cry it out so that at least the exhaustion wasn't bottled up. He felt better about it and knew you would feel better even if you hadn’t solved anything. You got rid of your skirt and shirt, changing into the hoodie Levi threw in your general direction. Levi changed out of his pants into pyjamas. He settled into the bathtub and before you could complain about being heavy on him, he pulled you in like he had seen many of the guys do in anime. The entire time his cheeks were red and he was stuttering. You were still teary eyed and crying, but just the general warmth of Levi’s skin against your palm, the way in which he kept stroking your hair and the way he kept whispering reassurances. It wasn't long before you had kind of knocked out.

Though it took some time eventually Levi also knocked of, not before kissing your forehead. The following morning, you stretched out in Levi’s arm almost smacking in the face which made you giggle and him flounder. For a bit you both just chilled in each others arms talking about recent Manga’s and anime’s but this is the part where he would get a little serious and the part where he would hope you start talking. Again he isn't the types to force it out of you like Luci or Mammon but he also wants to help which is exactly why he is the easiest to talk to. While still laying with him, you start to open up to him and let him know everything thats been bugging you.

Regardless of wether its small or big, Levi kind of just listens with no other notions. I think if you are looking for solutions then you need to specifically tell him that in which case he will give his two cents but otherwise his only plan of action was to listen. After you've gotten everything of your chest, its anime marathons and just spending the rest of your day in bed.

Overall yeah, I think with Levi its hard not to just talk to him because as much as he would like to pretend differently he is very open and it makes you open up to him in equal amounts.

I think his also clearly involves the others least because he doesn't want you to feel suffocated. So yeah overall absolute cutieeeee.

SATAN:

Okay so with Satan I think its a no brainer that this demon would know from the get go if something was wrong.

He is incredibly intellectual and incredibly observant. He would see the signs before anyone else really did. He didn’t even have to attached to you by the hip like Mammon is. He saw it in your interactions with others.

It started small like at the dinner table. In Satan’s eyes you are an absolute heaven sent with the way you can manage and entertain not just Mammon but Lucifer and all of his rowdy brothers. You indulge them in a way that keeps them happy and has them listening to you. So for the first time when he sees the dull way in which you respond he already knows something is up. He doesn’t miss the way the loud banter that usually you partook in was making you twitch and rub at your eyes.

Your distance from others is made more obvious when you stop hanging out with them in large groups. Usually you all hang out together or in sub-units. It started with you leaving the big group to you not being able to handle hanging out with more than one or two of them at a time. You were shy and hesitant and it was very reminiscent of when you had first started getting close to them. You were hiding away and Satan disliked it very much so. He hated feeling as if you didn’t trust them.

One of the big things about your relationship with Satan and his with yours was trust and faith in one another (be it a romantic relationship or platonic). What that means is that when Satan feels like indulging in his sin or when he feels that overwhelming wave of rage you trust him to come to you and know that you can help. That means that when you're having a tough time he expects you to come to him so when he sees you not giving him the same courtesy he feels angry with you.

You continue to pull away and unfortunately for Satan it feels like he can’t do anything about it. He has learnt not to push you too much because usually you would come to him on your own. Think of it as his way of giving you space. He just continues to keep a watchful eye over you whenever he could and he made it so that that was ninety percent of the time.

It finally comes to head in one of the school council meetings. You had barely been able to get yourself there. The anxiety of so many rowdy boys all in one room gave you a headache before the meeting even started. You were sitting between Mammon and Levi and it seemed they planned on being the loudest today. Everyone was talking all at once, there was so much noise and so much chatter. Amongst all of the chaos Satan’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. He watched the way you lolled your head forwards using your hair to hide your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt your breath get short as the noise became too much. You stood up abruptly and before anyone could question you, you were out the door and running for the closest empty classroom or bathroom.

For a minute there was the silence that you had desperately wanted before once again all the boys were shouting at each other. Each shouting for why they should be the one to chase after you. Satan shared a quick look with Solomon and Simeon to let them know he was on his way and both boys understood to keep the others distracted as Satan quietly slipped out of the room and then dashing in the direction he thought you went in. It took him some time to check all the empty classrooms before he stumbled on the muffled sounds of sobbing from the art room.

He opens the door to find you on your knees, your legs splayed on either side of you as you tried fruitlessly to wipe your eyes while tears kept pouring out. You let out a frustrated groan at that as you kept repeating the phrase ‘Stop crying!” over and over again. Satan sighed. You were so busy in your own head you didn't even recognise that someone had come in. You only looked up when you sensed a presence in-front of you. You lifted you head to say something when you met Satan’s worried eyes trained on you. You really didn't have it in you to push him away. He had taken to kneel in-front of you, knees touching yours, his hands resting on his thighs as we waited for you to let him know it was okay to touch you.

For a second there was complete and utter silence between you two, before you let out a loud sob as you buried your face into Satan’s chest, hands grabbing at his sweater front. He quickly wrapped one arm around your shoulders the other going to hold your head, gently stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

Satan would be very upset that it had gotten to this point but at the same time he is happy that he is the one there to help you and take care of you. He would let you cry it out sitting there even though he wanted to get you guys back home and safe in one of your rooms. He knows you need to get everything out of your system or at-least some of it before you're ready to brave the world again. Its only when your sobs have dwindled to sniffles that he would pull away to hold your face. There really isn't any point in hiding away or shying away cause Satan’s grip on your face is strong. His thumb stroking under your eyes clearing away the tears as best he could. He would sit and observe the way your eyes are puffy and red rimmed, your cheeks splotchy and your nose raw. He would simply sigh and kiss you lightly before getting up and helping you up as well. His silence would make you nervous but you didn't have the strength to say anything either so it would remain quiet as he interlaced one hand of yours tightly with his.

You two would make your way home and Satan would let you hide in his shoulder if you bumped into anyone you knew on the way. He trusted one of the others to grab your things as he led you into the house and straight to your room. He would seat you on the bed before first throwing some of your nightly sweats and hoodies in your direction demanding for you to change. He would then first head to his room and grab a book, then the kitchen where he would fill a basket with snacks and various different types of drinks and lastly stop by Belphie’s room to grab a comfy blanket before returning to your room. He would leave everything on the bed before getting himself on there. His back to the headboard. He would manoeuvre you into bed with him and this is all without any words shared between you two. He would have you straddling his waist arms around his neck as he hugged you to his chest. You two would just breathe for awhile spending some much needed time together. He had missed you. He would finally pull away, before you could say anything he would hold a hand up,

“M/C, I won’t pretend to understand why you have been behaving the way you have for the past few weeks... just... just know that firstly if you ask for space the most you'll get is me sitting on the other side of the bed... outside of that I'm not leaving until we have a conversation and you tell me what is wrong... Have I made myself clear?”

You shyly nod your head fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as you do so finding it hard to look him in the eyes. He would lead you back to his chest stroking your hair and just sitting and relaxing with you, something the two of you haven't done in a while. You may or may not cry a little more but through it all Satan would just hold you. At some point he might say,

“Whenever you're ready my heart, there is no rush”

His soft voice and his worried eyes would finally make you pull away, resting on his thighs as you take a big breath and begin to talk.

I feel like Satan would be in the top three in terms of understanding you and your reaction if it was something small. He wouldn’t become condescending or judgemental. His main objective would be to sit and listen. I think the only time frustration might settle in is when he realises you could have come to him and the intensity of the negative emotions wouldn't be so strong but he decides to bring it up later. He also would be the best in understanding that sometimes you just need a good cry and so he would understand that things were just building up. He would only go into problem solving mode if you specifically asked for it. Its not that he doesn't want to help you solve things, its just he knows that it may not be what you want to hear right then and there.

I think he would handle big problems the same as small ones though I feel like he might be more geared to making a plan to avoid you hiding away from him like you did earlier. His main aim unlike the others would be to find a way to make sure you will come to him for help and if you still feel like having a breakdown at least you can do it with someone who can make sure you're in a safe space and have things you need to work through it. He knows he cant prevent all your breakdowns for the rest of you life but he at least wants to make it easier for you.

Overall I would say your relationship is one of few words. Satan and you are just oh so trusting of one another that even a big breakdown with him is still small compared to the others. He just has so much understanding for what you may go through as a human in a dimension that you technically weren't meant for and so he just wants to help make it as much easier as he could... such a cutieeeee.

ASMO:

Asmo-chan is such a cutie. Truly an absolute sweetheart BUT he is also so self absorbed that honestly I'm sorry but he isn’t noticing your building sadness on his own. I know everyone has a lot of faith in him and I do to... However he really wont see it. This baby is always wearing rose coloured glasses figuratively and so it would take one of the more observant brothers like Satan or Luci telling Asmo that you may not be in the best spirits for him to realise. I can see one of the two pulling Asmo aside to let him know that they have noticed you weren’t being upbeat and cheery as you used to and that you have been pulling away. Asmo’s first reaction is to brush it aside since he still hasn't seen it and honestly around him its easier to just forget about all your responsibilities and the useless chatter that sometimes fills your head. So you dont act any differently. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t stay with Asmo and like Levi he starts to keep an eye out for you and to see whether you were acting differently.

At first he thinks Satan and Luci were just being overprotective birdies since your behaviour wasn't any different but slowly the signs start to bleed into your interactions with Asmo. You become quieter, it takes you some time to react as excitably to him as if there is a lag in your system. You start to wear baggier clothes and you start to shy away from physical touch from all of the boys which was honestly the biggest one.

You hadn’t always been physically affectionate with the boys. It had taken time to cultivate that trust with you and it was understandable since each one had put you in danger one way or the other. However, you had finally gotten to the point where you weren’t hesitant anymore. The boys still talk to each other about how excited they get when you hug them first. So the distance you are trying to put between yourself and them becomes clearest when you no longer search them out. You were skittish like a child nervous to be touched by strangers.

One day you were all collected in the den for a movie night and everyone had chosen a spot around the couch. Like always they left the centre empty for you where they would all in some way hold you. However when you entered, you quietly placed yourself on the outside of the bundle sitting on the floor besides Luci’s legs. Usually when you would do that you would lean on his legs and huff until he was petting your head and hair through the movie until you slept yet this time you stayed as you were, body rigid and never relaxing. Luci and Satan shared a look with Asmo and he furrowed his brows.

It slowly got to the point where you couldn't handle any form of holding or touching for more than a minute. The strange behaviour that had earlier alluded Asmo now showed itself in full form. You were quick to upset and you had a hard time being around people for a long time. Your clothes become heavier and long sleeved as you tried to hide yourself away from the world. Asmo did not know how to approach you about the problem when he didn’t really understand what it was or where it was stemming from. He tried to be gentle about it at first plopping his head in your lap as you sat on his bed but with a quick excuse you managed to evade him. He tried to be whiny about it but that got him nowhere either. Again one could think of it as space as Asmo tries not to corner you too much feeling that it was fair to treat you like an adult who would ask for help when they need it… However it never came.

It finally blew up a few weeks after you had gotten this way. You thought you were having a fairly okay day and didn’t think too much into going on a shopping trip with Asmo. He had been begging for it for a month now and though he wanted bonding time alone with his favourite human he begrudgingly let Satan and Belphie tag along... as long as they promised not to hold them back. Asmo dragged you through store after store picking clothes he knew would look uber good on you. All three boys showering you in constant praise. As the day went on and on, you couldn’t pinpoint what it exactly was but you felt yourself getting more and more upset with each new shop. The boys’s praise falling on deaf ears. You didn’t realise it until you saw a young demon girl who looked like she was shopping with her mother. The teenage girl beamed up at her mother who playfully pulled her cheek. The daughter groaning in protest. Her father and brother held bags filled to the brim with clothes and other things. The boys though exasperated with the women in their lives clearly held endeared smiles as they watched the women gush… You didn't even feel the first few tears as they slid down your cheeks. Your eyes following he family as they walked out of sight. You had been homesick for a while now but you hadn’t realised the intensity until now. The deep yearning that bloomed in your chest triggered all the other things that had you feeling miserable.

Your chest starting to heave as you pulled your arm from Belphie. He had been sitting in a chair that you had been standing against. Belphie watched you aggressively wipe at your cheeks as you started to cry out. But before he could jump up Asmo threw what seemed to be a million shopping bags in his hands. Asmo didn’t pay any mind to the grumbling of his younger brother as he cupped your soft cheeks in his hands. He watched for a minute as you cried out, cries turning into full blown sobs. You worked your way into Asmo’s arms as he quietly watched his best friend and the love of his life break down in the waiting area of a clothing store. Asmo jumped to action soon wrapping both arms around you shoulders, one hand pushing your face into his shoulder. With Satan and Belphie’s help Asmo managed to get you into one of the private showing rooms where everyone left the two of you alone. All the while you stayed buried in his chest never once looking up as you continued to cry saying muffled words that Asmo couldn’t hear. He sat the both of you down in a spacious loveseat. Asmo let one arm wrap over the tops of your thighs as you sat diagonally on his lap the other around your shoulder pulling you in further. He stayed silent as you cried out and finally Asmo heard the words “I want my mom! I want papa... I want them now”. You called out for your parents gripping Asmo’s shirt in your hands. Asmo sighed clearly you had reached a breaking point and it was driven by homesickness. He hugged you tighter,

“Oh M/C darling... oh my its okay sweetie, i know M/C I know, its okay I’m here just cry it out okay dove... no one will come in so its okay say whatever you want to”

Asmo knew that there was more to the situation but for now his heart and gut twisted in his body at the way you cried out for your family. He does his best not to cry with you but he can feel a few tears slip from the corner of his eyes. You stay that way for a while. Eventually your cries dwindling to sniffles as you wipe your nose on the back of your hand. You go to whisper,

“I am sorry Asmo... I ruined our shopping trip...”

“M/C absolutely not, you take that sorry back right now! Sweetie look the whole point of this little shopping trip had been to get you to open up about whats been upsetting you... You haven’t been yourself for awhile now and I’m sorry... clearly you were hurting and I should have stepped in but now I’m here okay and we aren’t leaving not even if the store closes, until you feel comfortable telling me what is up and how I can help okay? Now clearly you are homesick but I can’t believe this is the only thing there is it?” When you shake your head he sighs resting his head against you shoulder.

“Please M/C you'll talk now lovely yes? please my skin can’t take this stress anymore”

You giggle before finally complying, both of you becoming more serious as you begin to talk. Asmo would be the type to be more frustrated if the issue has been small things. I dont think he would realise the need for a breakdown or a good cry session. If it’s small things that made you distant all he will see is seemingly simple solutioned things that kept you form him and so he would definitely whine but of course playfully. He would start pointing all the ways in which those situations could have been avoided and fixed. You would definitely have to tell him to shut up but eventually he would understand. He would definitely talk it over with Satan a few weeks after the situation has passed and Satan would help him realise how things piling up can feel overwhelming.

If it were big things I think Asmo seems like the kind of person who would call in all the favours he could, and no matter what he has to do manage a way to resolve the issue even if you didn’t ask for it. Like for homesickness thing he wouldn't even try with Lucifer, going all the way to Diavolo and working hard to plan with him a way for you to visit your family.

So yeah overall with Asmo, yeah its definitely messy and chaotic because I think he himself is a little. Maybe not in how he presents himself to the world but more in that he is laid back and has too much faith in the people around him. I would peg him as the only one out of all seven as the biggest optimist so you would definitely have to learn to be more communicative with him but as you get better at that the more after crying cuddles you get. so yeah overall super tender and sweet!!!

I don’t think you guys realise how long this has been in my drafts good lord but finally posting it. I write way too much haha btw can someone tell me what is happening in the Obey Me world cause honestly the lessons have gotten so hard that i dont play as often (Doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing hehehehe)

Anywho as always enjoy you guys and request or submit something just to say hi and reblog and like!!!! 💜💜

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okkotszn · 3 years ago

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Hii helloo i saw that your request is open and i'm new to your blog also and it's pretty cool!! Can i ask for like a fantasy type for haikyuu?? Like them as seven deadly sins? What sins they are and how they handle it with they meet their soulmate, Your choice of characters!! I hope it makes sense )): take care!!

YEAH SURE IT MAKES SENSE i've never done smth like this with the sins so im gonna try my best :,) my apologies if its not what you expected

haikyuu characters as the seven deadly sins

characters ; tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, tendō satori, kageyama tobio, kenma kozume – their timeskip selves

warnings: slightly suggestive in the lust section for obvious reasons, a few curses here and there but everything else should be fine

notes: i tried my best 😭 anyways i hope you enjoy :D (yes i thought of the obey me! brothers while writing this.)

❦ tsukishima kei as the sin of pride was something he was well known for. he walked with his head held high and with a thick air of arrogance surrounding him. people whispered wherever kei went. one deathly glare would shut them up though, and he would go about his day like normal. of course, never in a million years would kei admit it, but those small comments hurt. even the sin of pride gets a bit insecure at times. but then he met you. you were the one person who actually accepted him for who he was. you could put a smile on his face and there was this softer side of himself that he only showed you. he didn’t let the quiet whispers that followed him everywhere get to him, because the only thing in kei’s head was you. he’d still never tell you that, though.

❦ oikawa tooru was the greediest person one could come across. whether it be money, food, power, etc, he wanted it. oh, that new line of clothes that gucci just came out with? he needs it. and he’ll get it…after pulling a few strings. tooru’s spending habits often leave him broke, but what can he say? it makes him happy seeing that new porsche in his front yard. having you by his side, he’s still greedy, but for something else. your love and affection, of course! he catches you eyeing that new Louis Vuitton bag in the window and it's in your hands a second later. His love language is gift giving, with a hint of physical touch too. please hold him in your arms! tooru is a sucker for that. (just be prepared to be spoiled rotten until he has half a penny left in his bank account)

❦ kuroo tetsurō was known as a master of provocation. is there really anyone better to hold the name as the sin of lust than him? of course he’s slept around, sending flirty winks and sultry smiles towards anyone surrounding him regardless of gender (pan king bc i said so). he has to fulfill his needs somehow! being with you is enough for him though. generally without a partner, he’ll have a couple of one night stands here and there, but always remains devoted to his partner whenever he has one. even if his partner is asexual, that wont make him love you any less. cuddles will happen often, though! he loves praising you and bragging to everyone about his stunning and handsome s/o. tetsurō loves pda, but will always be sure to tone it down a notch if you aren’t comfortable with it.

❦ bokuto kōtarō can get envious very quickly. doesn’t matter with what – if someone gets the last cookie instead of him or if his pet gives someone else more attention than he gets. he will get jealous. he’ll get all whiny and pouty and his emo mode appears often. hugs from you help him of course! if someone flirts with you while kōtarō is around, he’ll wrap his arms around your waste and glare at the person until they walk away. he has two love languages – words of affirmation and physical touch. he tries not to overstep your boundaries and will give you space whenever you need it. he feels a sense of pride whenever someone stares at you and he thinks, “wow. i have an amazing s/o, and they’re all mine.”

❦ tendō satori was a chocolatier, which is both the best and worst job for the sin of gluttony. he makes chocolate and has to try and resist the thought of eating it all up, even when he’s painfully hungry. sometimes his urges got the best of him, and he’d have to redo a very large order of chocolate truffles just as he was about to call his customer and tell them the order was complete. the poor client was so confused as to why it took him longer to complete. you, however, always help him out. you helped him make a stash both of you can eat from whenever he feels a bit hungry while making chocolate! tendō absolutely adores you, the void in his stomach is full when you’re around.

❦ kageyama tobio basically embodied wrath and was always scowling wherever he went. he has an “angry pillow” he keeps in his room that he absolutely beats the shit out of whenever someone strikes a certain nerve in him. his revenge plans are lowkey the best and he always enjoys watching people get what they had coming. even so, you help him keep his anger in control! he cracks the smallest of smiles when he’s with you if nobody is around. if someone bothered him while he was out, he’d go to you and just hug you, face buried in the crook of your neck. doesn’t matter if you’re taller or shorter, tobio will find a way.

❦ kenma kozume was the sin of sloth. his eyes were always drooping and ready to fall into a deep slumber even if he got an abnormally large amount of sleep the night before. it was just so pleasant! warm blanket surrounding him, soft pillow under his head, nothing could beat that comforting feeling. well — maybe the feeling of you hugging him, under the covers with him, soft breath fanning the back of his neck was a clear winner. kenma loves putting his head in your lap as you brush your fingers through his hair as he listens to you talk about your day. his breathing would calm and he’d fall asleep to the sound of your soft humming, only to wake up to you cuddled into his chest.

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years ago

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its me againnnn hehehe i wanted to ask for a fun hc list of how mammon and belphie would compete for their mc’s love?

(OH and be on the look out, les just say ik where my next paycheck is going to~ ;) i want a sweet continuation of that painfully good fanfic i req last time but i wont without commissioning u properly lollll)

How Mammon and Belphie Would Compete For GN!MC's Love (Headcanons)

FIRST OF ALL! Hey you! I hope you’re doing well!

SECOND OF ALL! I would love to do a continuation of the fanfic! OH MY GOD I WILL CRY! <3

Mammon

He is not a quitter, and he most definitely will not give up if he knows that someone else, especially if one of his brothers are going after what is rightfully (in his mind) his.

He will pull out all the stops, making sure that he is the center of your attention at all times. You can’t think of Belphie if you’re sitting right in front of him… at least you shouldn’t be able to… It would be pretty rude if you were thinking of someone else when he so generously invited you into his room.

He’ll give you little things, things that’ll make you think of him mainly. He’ll give you his shirt and say that you should wear it because it looks good on you, and it does, but also because it’s his and it’ll show Belphie that you’re his. He’ll let you wear his jacket, even if it’s like 100 degrees… He just assumes that if you’re wearing his things, everyone else will assume that you’re his.

He is majorly competitive, and he will not stop until you love him or tell him that you don’t want him. He doesn’t see why you wouldn’t want him though… He is The Great Mammon and all, so… you’ll actually be winning if you choose him and who doesn’t love to win?

He’ll take you on dates… that don’t cost money, but they’re still romantic. He just doesn’t have any money at the moment… Please don’t judge him.

He’ll try to keep you far away from the house, as far away from Belphie and all thoughts of Belphie, during the dates. Romantic picnics in the park that’s all the way across the Devildom. Random drives late at night so Belphie can’t invite you to sleep in his room with him where you get to pick all the songs and he can watch your eyes light up with all the street lights and lit up store signs.

He’s really doing his best, and he just wants you to love him. It may seem like he’s trying too hard, but when it’s taken into consideration that he doesn’t try this hard on anything else, it should go to show just how important you are to him.

Belphegor

He’s not exactly a quitter, but he definitely isn’t as competitive as Mammon is when it comes to this. Don’t get me wrong, he wants you to choose him, he knows that he’s better than Mammon, but he’s not going to get all sulky not around you or his brothers anyway about it.

From the attic he can hear most things that are going on on the floors below him. The vents lead right up there, so he can hear exactly when you’re with Mammon too. He wouldn’t call it petty that everytime you’re with his brother he just so happens to text you that he needs help finding something up in the attic. It’s just a coincidence that it happens that way.

After you get up to the attic and help him find what he quickly hid in the most inconspicuous place what he’s looking for, he’ll ask you to lay with him for a little bit to help him fall asleep. Those moments usually turn into him talking to you about random things that’ll keep your mind occupied, things that’ll keep you busy, and things that’ll make you forget about Mammon for the moment. It’s a bonus if you actually end up napping next to him though.

He doesn’t actually like leaving the house, so he won’t do that, not unless he really has to. He’ll set up movie dates up in the attic with beanbag chairs and a projector screen made out of a bed sheet that he’s lazily hung to the wall. He’ll have Beel bring up snacks and stuff to make it seem like you’re really at the movies… but in the comfort of his attic.

Of course he’ll let you pick the movie, although he really hopes you pick a scary movie so that you’ll maaaybeee cuddle up next to him and hide in his shoulder… maybe… You can if you want to.

He’ll also do dream dates… which are way more fun than anything Mammon can do and anywhere Mammon can take you. Dream dates let you go wherever you want with him, whether it’s the beach, or an amusement park, or a pretty garden that your mind just made up, he’ll take you there.

He’s trying really hard without actually showing that he’s trying really hard. He doesn’t want to come off as desperate as Mammon is, but he really really really does want you to choose him and love him because he loves you so so so much.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me! swd #obey me! shall we date #om! swd #om! shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me Mammon #obey me Belphegor #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!mc #mammon avatar of greed #belphegor avatar of sloth

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes: can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg... Ah im so sorry in advance if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope] Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] || lasting blues [toji vers]

tragic soulmate au series || taglist

“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

Thus like every child you gave your soulmate a nickname, ‘pretty angel’ and every night before you slept, you’d wonder out loud how your pretty angel was doing, if they were nearby, or anything like that. You wonder what type of food they like, do they like to leave the window open for a cool wind or do they like their chocolate hot or iced.

Yet as you grew older, the pretty angel faded out into your thoughts. The pretty idea of soulmates and love disappeared like the story books you read as a child. The pretty blue eyes on your left is forgotten as life takes a toll on you.

They say death was inevitable, when your mother died in middle school, you watch as your father’s left eye turn to your mother’s color. You watched as he clenched her hand, like it was some last resort of plea. You watched him cry as he passed by the mirrors and you wondered, would it hurt like that too?

It baffles you how beautiful and cruel the soulmate system was.

How every time your father would stare at his own reflection, his left eye would be nothing but a reminder of your dead mother.

You let out a second meek cough in the quiet bookstore that night, the sounds of the car passing by were nothing but quiet noise to you as you immerse yourself in the literature book you were reading, your students would surely love this one.You let out another cough as you turn around to find a small space to read since standing for too long made you tired too quickly.

You’re too enchanted by the words of the author that you don’t even notice the rather tall man in front of you.

You look up, ready to give a quiet apology but stop short when you notice how ethereal the stranger looked. Albeit he wore a pair of weird Lennon shades at this time of night, he reminded you very much of an angel with his snow white hair.

You don’t even notice how your left eye is returning back to it’s normal color, the stranger does though and it surely was odd to see his eyes on a stranger.

“Well,” the stranger has a shit-eating grin decorating his handsome features, he definitely looked like trouble for sure, “This is unexpected.”

He lowers his shades and your eyes immediately widen as you suddenly cup the left side of your face, you’d recognize those unique eyes anywhere, after all, you had those on your left eye since you were born, “Y-You.” you muttered, the shock momentarily eating you up.

“Yeah, me.” He grins, loving the sudden attention, “Wow, I was expecting something like fireworks or flowers to appear.” He suddenly teased, bending down to your level.

Now that you notice it, he was very, very tall.

“I…” You blink, trying to gain your composure, “Wow…”

“Did I pass your expectations?” it’s been a few minutes since you started talking and all he has been doing is teasing you.

“You do look like an angel.” You complimented and his eyes widened at the rather out-of-place compliment, “Your eyes are very pretty, thanks for letting me borrow them for twenty-two years.”

Gojo Satoru thought he had the upper-hand, after all, you looked quite meek but when you said those compliments, he was sure that you were going to be the teasing one in this whole-soulmate thing.

So he tries to one up you.

“I’m Satoru Gojo but you can call me tonight.” He grinned, trying to tease you once again, the corny pick up line sounds suave but your blank expression says otherwise.

“I’m Y/N L/N and think I should call you in the morning, it is quite late right now and I still have classes at eight am.” You mumbled, looking down at your watch, “How about you just walk me home, then?”

“Okay.” Satoru immediately raises his hands, signaling that he was giving up, “First off, you should be more hyper aware that I may be a serial killer.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you a serial killer?” you repeat, “That would be awfully disappointing if my soulmate was one since I’d immediately give you up on the police. I’m not interested in being in a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing and I think it’s too early for me to die.”

“You’re very upfront about these sorts of things.”

“Well, you’re very teasing for someone who just met their soulmate a few minutes ago.” you shrug, “So, are you going to walk me home or not?”

“Ah, bossy too. I love the attitude already.”

“We’re spending our whole lives together. You might as well get used to it.”

You’d think the idea of soulmates would scare you after the firsthand experience with your parents but curiosity always got the best of you and the white-haired man proved that maybe it would be different this time.

Throughout the few months you’ve spent with him, You’ve noticed that Gojo Satoru and you may be alike in some ways but in most ways, he was different.

First, he was enigmatic. You’ve known the man for a couple of months now and you’ve been going out on dates but you don’t know much about him except that like you, he’s a teacher at a good school and he tends to be conceited when he talks about his personal skills as a teacher.

“...What are you doing?” Satoru asked, peeking from behind your shoulder as you type in the grades of your student for your class.

“I’m grading my students.” You muttered, it was after dinner at your place and he was lazing around your place, the sound of faint jazz music could be heard throughout your small space and the wafting smell of freshly baked brownies filled the room, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something since you're a teacher?”

Satoru quirks a brow as if you had said something odd then it seemed like realization had dawn upon him at that moment.

“Ah, I’m not doing much since my students are on break.”

“Didn’t you say that last time?”

Silence filled the room and Satoru breaks it off with his very famous ‘heh’ that made you inwardly roll your eyes and chunk the pillow that you’ve been hugging towards his direction, “Stop slacking off, you’re a teacher.” You scold him mildly, followed by a small cough.

“Ah, Y/N-chan. You’re so mean to me,” He frowned, handing you the mug filled with water, “...No fair.”

“You're a teacher and you’re slacking off.” You deadpanned, ignoring his sly ways of trying to get you in his arms, “How is that even fair?”

“My students can handle themselves so well that I don’t need to babysit them.” He hmphed, arms crossed and head held up high in a rather arrogant manner. You could only only scoff back a reply at his rather haughty attitude but you’ve gotten used to it to the point where you just roll your eyes.

“You’re a very bad teacher, Satoru.”

“Hey, I am considered one of the best and it’s an honor-”

You clicked your tongue and just pinched his cheek in reply to get him to stop drawling on about his achievements. You wondered if you dated a man child or something.

Second, despite his teasing nature and good looks, he’s a rather shy bean and has some insecurities about it too, maybe it was because there were moments where you couldn’t really understand your soulmate and his puzzling life. He didn’t tell and you didn’t want to pry because you technically both had your whole life to get around that subject.

Luckily, you seem to have found a remedy for moments like that.

“Satoru…” You called out to your soulmate who was staring at the nutrition content of the wafers on his hand, “Satoru!”

“Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” he finally snapped out of his daze and turned to you who was standing there, hand on your hip. The crispy wafers on his hand are long forgotten.

Your soulmate is good looking, alright. If anyone were to pass by him they wouldn’t see the minor zilch of worry in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask, walking closer to him, completely serious.

“...You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

You raise a brow at the sudden question, wasn’t he too young to have some mid-life crisis? Was this because of the soulmate movie you watched late last night about the soulmate leaving their other half to rebel against the system and because of his partner’s family?

“Why would I leave you?”

He blinks once, then twice, the only sound that could be heard was the familiar music playing throughout the grocery store, it was as if no one was there during the mid-day. Satoru proceeds to look away, “I don’t know. What if you realize that you don’t like me as your soulmate and you followed what the dude did in the movie?” he started to mumble, mouth pressed on a straight line.

“Ah, the whole rich in-laws.” you blinked, “Don’t tell me you’re a son of some huge clan in japan that’s loaded and I’m going to be a disgrace to your family name or something?”

It came out as a joke at first, it really did and you were going to laugh but when you notice the straight face he has on, you realize it was anything but a joke.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question then?”

“What?” He almost half-yelled, eyes wide behind his usual shades that he seemed to wear a lot, “That doesn’t make sense!”

“Neither does your question, Satoru.” You frowned, massaging your temples, “I should be the one asking you that, are you going to leave me?”

“Of course not.” He sputters out.

“Then there goes my answer too.” You replied, huffing out as you grab the sweet wafers on his hand to put into the cart, “You’re very weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are.”

“You seriously asked me if I’d leave you because of your rich family in the middle of the day.” You deadpanned, inching closer to him to the point where your lips are brushing against his.

“This is unfair.” He huffed, suddenly turning red, “You’re attacking me in broad daylight.”

“Oh dear.” Your beguiling eyes, enjoying his rather embarrassed state, “This isn’t attacking, Satoru.”

Then you closed the distance between you two, his eyes seemed to widen behind his shades at your forward approach, clearly you guys never did PDA. You took this as an opportunity to lick his lower lip so you could slip your tongue in and as he starts getting into it and placing his hand to cup your ass, you pull away with a big smile on your lips, “That’s attacking.” you grinned.

Satoru seemed to have regained his senses quickly after that rather heated public make-out session, he placed his hand on top of his mouth and feigned embarrassment, “My, My, I didn’t think you’d enjoy those types of things in public.” he was back to his normal teasing self.

Well, that seemed to have worked very well.

“Mhm,”

Yet unknown to you those thoughts still lingered in his head, it wasn’t just his family that he was worried about, it was also regarding his job as a jujutsu sorcerer something he has yet to mention, he’s not even sure if you’d believe him it’s a normal occurrence for people like him to die in this occupation and he’s scared that one day, you’ll see your left eye turning back to his eye color with no valid explanation.

Not only that but the amount of people who’d go after you to get to him, he clenched on the shopping cart tightly

“I’m tired.” You cut his thoughts short and Satoru turns to you, unlike him, you weren’t physically active so you tire easily, even joking around that you were a granny in a child’s body, “Can we sit down after this and get some gyudon?”

“Sure Y/N.” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug and kissing your temple.

Third, he’s terrible with kids, period, no questions asked.

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he brought in one of his students named Megumi, the boy is quiet and compared to your giant and teasing soulmate, he’s serious. In fact he was more serious than the tiny pinky of the white-haired man.

“...Are you kidnapping a third grader?”

“He’s one of my students.”

“You don’t even know the first thing of looking after kids.” You pointed out, “And didn’t you mention that you teach high school students?”

“Well,” he drawled on, “It’s kind of a long story but he’s technically a genius.”

You let out a stifling sigh, “You’re impossible.” you mutter, bending down to the small boy’s level, “Would you like something to eat in compensation for him annoying you?”

The boy nods mutely.

“I wasn’t annoying him!” He corrects.

“He looks very annoyed standing next to you.”

“That’s literally what he looks like!”

You roll your eyes in reply and turn to the young boy, handing him a pastry that you had brought earlier. You watched Megumi eat his pastry in front of the television that played some child-friendly show as you let out a soft cough and pour yourself some water

“Are you alright?” Satoru asks, resting his head on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” You replied, “Why’d you ask?”

“You’re looking quite pale these days.”

“Maybe it’s the allergy season, already.” you nonchalantly replied, taking another gulp of water, “You’re terrible with kids, by the way.”

“That’s why I’m a high school teacher, Y/N.”

This connects you to your fourth observation, he’s nonchalant and easy going but he harbors a rather deep worry for you to the point where you wonder if he was really your soulmate or your mother incarnate. Three years into the whole soulmate thing with him, you still couldn’t help but think that he’s doting nature was quite adorable.

You feel like you’re coming down with a cold these days, your head has been throbbing and your cough is worsening. Satoru’s eyes are filled with nothing but worry as he handed you some medication. Your soulmate was now a mother hen and if it were different circumstances, you’d laugh it off.

“We should go to the doctor.” He nagged you once again.

“I’m literally going to sleep it off.” You hoarsely replied, “I’ll be fine, Satoru.”

“You literally sound like you smoked a pack with your voice, are you sure?”

“I am.” You glared, “Don’t sleep-”

Before you could even finish what you were saying, he flops right next to you in the bed, “-I literally told you to not sleep next to me.” you scolded him.

“A mere cold won’t phase me.”

“I swear to god, Gojo Satoru. I’ll kick you out.” He ignores your ministrations and snuggles his head on your neck, his warm breath tickling it, “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly.”

“Hey.”

“I’m kidding.” you let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at your soulmate and running your hands through his white hair, “I love you very much, you idiot.”

“Hard same.”

“Never mind, I take it back.” you giggle.

And after a rather short playful banter between you two, you find yourself sleeping and snuggling on his long limbs. You think all is well, you really do. That was until you wake up later at three am in the morning with a loud coughing fit. Satoru immediately sits upright and opens your nightlight but what he sees next, scares him more than the curses he has ever encountered.

Your sheets are now stained in blood from the coughing fit that had just happened and you're completely taken aback too, completely breathless.

“Y-Y/N…” He gulps down, quickly taking the sheets away from you, “Let’s go to the hospital now, please?”

“...L/N-san, have you been getting coughing fits before this?” the doctor asks, looking up from your chart. Satoru watches you shake your head as you clench the paws of his jacket, the doctor takes off his glasses, “How about coughs that don’t seem to go away? Getting tired too easily?”

Satoru doesn’t like where this was going, he doesn’t like where this was going at all.

“Um, just some dry coughs and I’ve always been an inactive person.” You quietly replied, contrasting to your usual bright and teasing demeanor, you looked too tired this morning and Satoru just hopes it’s because he dragged you out of bed at four am to get yourself checked asap.

“Y/N-san, has any of your family members been diagnosed with lung cancer?”

The whole room is silent and you could almost hear a pin drop, Satoru feels his knuckles suddenly turn white, “I recalled my okaasan died because of that.” You replied silently and the doctor nods feverishly.

“...Y/N-san...It pains me to say this but the reason you’ve been experiencing this is because of the tumors located in your lungs.” Satoru feels his heart drop when he hears those words, “We have to do further tests to confirm-”

“Do it.” Satoru cuts the old doctor off, his hands are visibly shaking already, he hopes that this was just a misdiagnosis, that this doctor was just a bad one or better yet whatever excuse his mind could make up at that moment, “Do all the tests needed for Y/N, please.”

Fifth, he’s very supportive towards you and your impulsive decisions. If he could join you in it, he would but you usually decide against it.

It’s another quiet night for you as you sit across from your soulmate at the dinner table. You’ve grown awfully thin and your hair was starting to fall off due to the chemoradiation, this day marked the third month since you found out that you have lung cancer just like your mother. Surgery was apparently too risky so the safest option right now was this treatment.

You don’t deny the anxiety eating you up every day, specifically the fear of death, you’re even more worried for Satoru since not only had he been paying for your treatment but he had opt to take care of you, saying that his job would be fine without him since you were going to get better soon anyways.

“Would you still love me if I shaved my hair?” You asked, your voice still quite hoarse.

“You kidding me? I’d still love you even if you turned into a roach.”

You immediately crinkle your nose in disgust, “That’s disgusting.”

“Honest reply.”

Truthfully, the man had been your rock these past three months. You knew how hard it was for him to be happy around you, how he had put on a brave front and remained positive saying that this was just going to be a rough couple of months and you’d be back in no time despite the bleak outlook.

It kept you sane amongst the tragedy.

“I wanna shave my hair.”

“Like right now?”

You nod, “Can we use your electric razor?”

“You want me.” he points to himself, “To cut your hair?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” You grinned.

And that’s how you ended up in your bathroom after dinner, Satoru’s shades on the side and his concentration directly on your scalp. You had literally told him that he just needed to do it the same way as he shaved his beard but he was still scared. Apparently, he had never shaved anyone’s hair before.

“...Okay, Y/N. Here goes…” He proclaimed, switching the razor on. As bits and pieces of your hair fall to the ground, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your shoulders tense, Satoru is quick to notice the switch of emotion and immediately turns the razor off before bending down in front of you, “Woah, woah… Y/N….”

“I-I…” Your lips are quivering as the tears fall faster when you see his pretty eyes staring back at yours, you try to let out a laugh but instead it comes out as a choke sob, “Sorry, this is stupid. I’m literally crying over fucking hair.”

“No, of course not…” He replies, enveloping you in a hug, “Of course not.”

Satoru feels you start to shake in his arms and he knows he should keep his emotions in check, he’s a sorcerer for crying out loud but seeing you break down for the first time in three months had him shaking too, you didn’t deserve all this, fuck, you didn’t deserve any of this at all!

“Would you like me to shave my hair so you’d feel a bit better?” he asks. After recovering from your breakdown, you had asked him to continue shaving your hair because you might as well be done with it.

“Please don’t.” You reply, wiping your tears away, “We’d look like eggs.”

“Cute eggs, you mean.” He corrects, teasing you and trying to cheer you up, this was all he could do and he hates it.

He really hates it.

What good was the title of being the strongest when he couldn’t save you from all of this?

Lastly, if you hadn’t highlighted it enough. He has pretty eyes, contrasting to your dull and boring ones, you always loved how different his eyes are. Sometimes you wondered why he dared to hide them behind his crappy and overused Lennon shades.

“Can I see them?”

Your room is dimly lit as Satoru sleeps next to you on the hospital bed, you were growing weaker and frailer by the day and you could see the toll it took on your soulmate. You were heavily reminded of your father who was sitting right next to your mother on her deathbed.

“See what?” He yawned.

“Your eyes.”

“You’re awfully in love with them, huh?”

“I’ve always been in love with them from the moment I saw it in the mirror.”

Silence envelopes the room with your statement and as requested, he takes the shades off and now you’re greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that you love to look at in the reflection since you were a child, “Pretty.” You muttered, raising your frail hands slowly to cup his face, “Pretty eyes.”

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he places his hand on top of yours, the silence is heavy. You both know what’s about to come in the next few days, you’re lucky if you even last a night. Yet he doesn’t want to talk about it, he shuts the topic off quickly when you try to even raise it.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, staring at you, “Pretty.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “I doubt it, I’m anything but pretty now.” your voice hoarse, making him lightly squeeze your hands, “Will you be bringing Megumi tomorrow?”

“Yeah, the brat said he saved enough money to get you your favorite pastry.”

“That’s good.” you blinked, “I’m tired.”

Satoru feels his shoulder tense at your words, they were so plain yet at the same time so heavy, “Should I call the doctor?” he asks. You shake your head and just snuggle on his chest.

“No,” You mumbled, inhaling his scent and basking on his presence, “I want your warmth next to me.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You know, you’ve always had prettier eyes.”

Yet you don’t reply and he feels your grip on his sweater lessen, he doesn’t even need to see his reflection to know that his left eye has returned back to your (e/c) ones.

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nojey · 4 years ago

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quackity / alex x streamer!reader

genre: fluff -> angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): cursing, suggestive jokes

synopsis: you had known alex since you started streaming but none of your viewers knew. you started getting closer and eventually you started streaming together but your viewers didn’t like that.

“(y/n)!” alex screamed into his phone after you answered the facetime call. “yes, my love?!” you screamed back. alex giggled and asked, “do you want to stream sometime soon? i mean like, we’ve known each other for a few months and we haven’t streamed together, i know you’re a fairly new streamer but i even asked dream if you could come onto the smp, and i have something planned- well karl and sapnap helped me plan it- but that’s not the point, the point is-” he rambled. “alex? are you asking me on a minecraft date?” you asked. “no! well, maybe, okay yeah. i’m asking you on a minecraft date.” he confirmed. “i’d love to go on a minecraft date with you, alex.” you said, blushing a bit.

truth is, you’ve had a crush on alex for a few months. when he first slid into your dms you didn’t really expect it, but it turned out to start a beautiful friendship. you always flirted with alex in hopes that he’d notice, but it never seemed like he did. he never retaliated back but little did you know, he was just too shy to.

“uh- okay great! tomorrow, at 3pm your time, stream it. we’re going to have a lot of fun. wear pajamas, or you know- just be comfortable okay?” he rushed. you laughed a bit and said, “yes alex, of course. bye now,” then smiled and hung up.

you immediately went tot twitter and started a thread: @(y/s/n): this weeks stream schedule (times are pst): @(y/s/n): tomorrow @ 3pm: minecraft date w/ someone i haven’t streamed with yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ↳ @ quackity: i wonder who this might be hmMmMMmm @(y/s/n): tuesday @ 1pm: i somehow got invited to an among us lobby w/ corpse, sykkuno, valkyrae, disguised toast, quarterjade, masayoshi, peterparktv, jacksepticeye, and ludwig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ @(y/s/n): wednesday @ 1pm: if things don’t go well w/ person on monday- looking for a mc boyfriend! ↳ @ quackity: WELL THAT’S RUDE TO ASSUME THAT THINGS WONT GO WELL (Y/N) @(y/s/n): thursday @ 3pm: chitchat w/ nihachu !! @(y/s/n): friday @ 2pm: pummel party w/ ??

as soon as you tweeted all them out, you looked at replies and saw that quackity had replied to both monday and wednesday schedules. giggling to yourself, you replied back to him.

@(y/s/n): @ quackity way to make it obvious alex, if you wanna date me just say it (¬_¬) @(y/s/n): @ quackity how can you assume that it will go well alex (Ő-Ő) ↳ @ quackity: i just know (y/n)!!! truST ME!!!!

laughing once more, you plugged your phone into the charger and went to bed, excited for what alex had planned for you two tomorrow.

getting ready for the minecraft date was very nerve wracking. the only thing you could think about was whether alex considered this a real date or not. deep inside you hoped that this was a real one.

the ringing from your phone disrupted your thought. looking down on the screen you saw that the one person you were thinking of was calling you.

“hello?” you answered. “hi, (y/n), are you ready?” alex asked. “uh, yeah, i just- i just need to start my stream and introduce what we’re doing.” “okay, um- i’m going to send you a link to the dream smp discord server. join it and join vc 4.” he replied. “for sure, see you then.” you smiled. “see you.” he said and hung up.

“fuck,” you said and wiped your hands onto your pants. you definitely weren’t ready but still, joined the discord server and joined vc 4 then deafened. you set up your stream and hit go live.

“hey everyone! as you may know, if you follow my twitter, today i’m going on a minecraft date! uh no, no one knows who it is yet, but i have a feeling a LOT of you already know who it is.” you said, reading chat and wiggling your eyebrows.

“okay, i’m going to join the server and then share my screen when he’s standing in front of me.” you started playing some music so your viewers didn’t get bored while they waited for you to start.

once you were logged into the smp you privately messaged alex and asked him where he was. before he could answer you turned around to look at the walls you were surrounded by and screamed out after seeing quackity’s naked body behind you.

“chat, i’m okay, just got scared. um anyways, yeah.” you said and showed your screen, revealing the man himself. “quackity!” you screamed into your mic. “jesus christ, (y/n) we can save screaming my name for later.” he said in a suggestive voice. you then started punching him and after each punch you said, “stop. saying. suggestive. comments. we haven’t even started the date yet!” “okay, okay, okay! i’m literally going to die, (y/n) stop!!” he yelled out. you kept hitting him to see if he was lying but after the second punch quackity was slain by (y/mc/n) showed up in the chat.

ranboo: i see that the date is going well

you started laughing uncontrollably while alex was silent. “(y/n),” he said in a more serious voice. you hummed as he continued his sentence. “why did you kill me?” “i wanted to know if you were lying. was that a canon life? i think that should be a canon life.” you laughed. “no it wasn’t a fucking canon life. (y/n) you’re not even an official member of the smp!” he said. “i could be,” you said wiggling your eyebrows and crouching up and down. “anyways. follow me, i’m bringing you to where we’re having our date.” so you followed him and when you reached your destination you were at party park with karl and sapnap standing in front of you.

“hello boys. what are you doing here on our date. is this an amusement park date, quackity? i didn’t take you for that type of guy. it’s kind of cheesy.” you rambled. “no! this isn’t where our date is happening. jeez, have a little more faith in me (y/n).” he said, moving his minecraft character to look at you slowly and creepily. “well there wasn’t much to begin with,” you said, chuckling a bit. you heard karl and sapnap giggling to what you had said. “hey! take that back!” quackity said, punching your minecraft character. you audibly gasped and turned to look at karl and sapnap again. “you guys saw that right? he just hit me.” you said, faking shock. they both quickly nodded their heads. “i can’t believe you would hit me on our first date.” you said, turning to look at him this time. “you literally killed me!” he yelled out.

so this went on for about 30 more minutes till quackity explained to you that your date would pretty much be a minecraft manhunt with quackity, sapnap, and karl hunting you but you had to find something instead of defeating the enderdragon. if they killed you and they won, you owed alex a real date. no stream, just them.

“you’re going to hunt me for our first date?” you asked in disbelief. quackity then nodded his head up and down in a very fast motion. “mm cool,” you said as you punched him and ran away in a different direction.

it had been about 45 minutes and you killed karl and sapnap twice, but quackity had not been seen the whole time. but as you were running away from sapnap, quackity appeared in front of you and you faked trying to kill him, letting him just kill you because you wanted to go on that second date with him.

(y/mc/n) was slain by quackity ranboo: date still going really well, looks like you guys are really hitting it off!

“awe man, looks like i have to go on another date with quackity!” you said. sarcastically faking the disappointment. reading your chat for the first time this stream, it wasn’t your usual happy messages. instead they were filled with negativity.

i don’t see why quackity wants to go on a date with them why did dream let them on the smp?? there are so many other content creators who deserve to be on the smp way more than they do they’re so fucking annoying begging for attention much?

so you grew quiet and just listened to quackity end off his stream while you ended yours without saying anything. but once he finished saying goodbye to his stream, you immediately said bye to him.

“i’m gonna go now alex, thank you for the minecraft date. text me the details for the next. bye.” you rushed.

alex found it really weird that you had just left like that, you guys almost always stayed on call after he finished streaming for at least 3 hours just talking. but he let it slide, hoping it wasn’t something he had done.

you went onto twitter to update about your streaming schedule. @(y/s/n): looks like my stream schedule may be moving around because i’m going on a second date with @ quackity!

alex quickly went to go reply to it but gazed over the replies to your tweet and wasn’t very happy with them. you don’t deserve to go on another date with him you’re literally just using him for clout what an attention whore leave him alone already!

knowing that you barely ever got hate, he quickly called you instead. thinking very hard about what he was about to do. looking at your phone you saw that alex was facetiming you, you wiped your face from the tears that had fallen and sniffled, hoping you didn’t sound too congested.

“hello?” you said. “hey um, i have to tell you something.” he replied. the serious tone of his voice got you very nervous. was he about to confirm everything your chat had told you or even the tweets you just read? “i really like you, (y/n).” he said. you looked at your phone in surprise and he continued. “and i really don’t know if you feel the same way about me but i read the replies to your tweet and i know that you’re a pretty new streamer and i just don’t want you to already be getting hate because of me, you don’t deserve that. you’re an amazing person and i just, i don’t want to be the reason you’re getting hate. so i think it’d be best if we just laid off talking to each other for now.” “i like you too, alex.” you whispered. “but i respect your decision. goodbye for now?” you said, offering a smile to the screen he was displayed on. it looked like he was just as shocked as you when he told you how he felt. “uh, yeah. goodbye for now. don’t be a stranger (y/n).” you smiled once more and hung up.

as soon as you hung up you started crying again. you really liked alex, but maybe you didn’t show that well enough, because if you did, maybe you guys would’ve been together at this point.

the next day, you streamed normally with a faked high energy that nobody seemed to notice, this time not paying attention to your chat. deep inside you really just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep all your stresses away. it really sucked to find out the guy you’ve had a crush on liked you back but he decided to end whatever you guys had going on.

but your chat couldn’t know so you kept a fake facade on, hoping no one asked about him.

though to alex, it looked like you were so unbothered by him pretty much ending your friendship. he started slightly believing the tweets that mentioned how you were just using him for clout. but after really thinking about it, he realized, why would you have been friends with him months before, without any of your fans knowing if you really were just using him. so he scolded himself and went about his day.

you were ending your stream with a big smile, as soon as you hit that end streaming button that smile was gone. you changed into a hoodie and curled into your bed. you just looked up at your ceiling and started crying, you pretty much lost the guy you really liked. your feelings being unnoticed by the public eye.

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Haikyu boys when they take a joke/prank too far (Iwaizumi,Daichi)

Word count: 1.9K

Genre:angst,fluff

AN: In the spirit of April Fools I tried to make my first work based on that I hope you enjoy!! (LOL I can’t actually believe this was the first thing I’ve ever written)

Iwaizumi:

“Okay so it’s April Fools Day who are we going to prank?” asked Makki “One of the first years?”

“Do we have to prank someone this year..” replied Iwaizumi “so childish”

“Iwa-Chan!” Oikawa said “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”

“Anyways, it can’t be a first year they’re boring to prank a first year coach will be mad at us, we need someone else.”

Just then, you enter the gym, catching their eye as you approach the group sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap “Hey babe, I can still come over to yours to study right?” you ask.

“Yeah of course, practice finishes early so I'll be there before you.” He said

“Alright, see you then bye babe, bye guys” you said, giving Iwaizumi a kiss on the cheek sauntering off and waving at Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa.

“bye Y/N!” They teasingly responded in unison making you laugh.

As they watched you leave, it seemed as if a lightbulb pinged off in all of their heads (besides Iwaizumi) realizing who would be a great person to prank.

After a lot of convincing, they finally got Iwaizumi in on the ‘harmless’ plan, all they needed to do now is wait on your arrival.

You’re finally done with school after a long and tiring day of exams upon exams and wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your boyfriend (after he teaches you Pythagoras theorem of course.) You did think he was acting weird when you met him this morning in the gym and throughout break and lunch but you just concluded that it was because he was having an ‘off’ day.

You reached his house and used a copy of his key that he gave you to enter we just enter houses up in this bitch calling out his name “Zumi-babe, I'm here...”

“Lets get this shit over with” you said tiredly

Upon entering, you notice none of the lights being on or curtains drawn ‘odd’ you think. You go upstairs going straight to his room hopefully to find your boyfriend in his bed or on his Xbox or something. To your surprise his bedroom door was somehow locked shut (even though not having a lock on his door anyways.) Suddenly, you hear creaks slowly trailing up the stairs and an eerie feeling surrounds you... now you start to feel pretty panicked jiggling the door handle to Iwaizumi’s door as it’s practically the only place you can go.

AN: I hate what I’m writing rn but onwards we right

The footsteps on the stairs start to quicken, and you almost certain that you felt something brush pass your shoulder only adding onto the panic and anxiety that you already feel. Ok, the footsteps on the stairs are basically right near you, so doing the only logical thing you can do you body slam the ‘person’ on the stairs as you motherfuckin should as tears fill your eyes and you pick up bag bolting through the front door, slamming it shut now in full tears and shakingly scared.

You look behind you and see Iwaizumi’s front door re-open and out comes the ‘iNFaMouS sEiJOh fOuR’ in tears... of laughter. It seems that the boys were in laughing fits that their prank ‘payed off’ getting a reaction out of you. You couldn’t see Iwaizumi’s reaction, but you didn’t care you were hurt, annoyed and wanting to get into your bed.

Once you get home, you decide to block your so called ‘friends’ who decided to make you scared shitless and ignored Iwaizumi’s messages asking “where were you today”.... the AUDACITY.

The next day, the boy’s seemed to realize the consequences of their actions after spending the whole day trying to get your attention only to be straight up ignored. Iwaizumi is immensely regretful after all his efforts to try talking to you were denied, he decided after his practice he was going to get you to talk to him or at least get you to listen to his apologies on what happened yesterday evening.

You left your clubroom and made your way to the school gate to go home.

“Y/N!” shouted Iwaizumi touching your shoulder making you flinch ‘wow did we really scare her that bad?”

“What do you want iwa?” You asked very agitated

“Y/N I just want to apologize for yesterday, since it was April fools day and all the boys really wanted to prank someone and I-it just happened to be-”

“It just happened to be me. Right?” you interrupted “Gosh Iwaizumi, I was really scared.. I already had a tiring day and all I wanted was my boyfriend to teach me the stupid Pythagoras Theorem and cuddle me afterwards, but no you and your friends just had to be dicks for a day” you turn around planning to walk away before he grabs you again

“Wait! Just wait y/n, im sorry and I wont ever prank you like that again” he pleaded

“.. and i’ll help you study?” he added pulling the sweetest face of all time to try and convince you

“ugh, fine stop pulling that face... and you better teach me Pythagoras Theorem” you said rolling your eyes

“yeah yeah whatever you say y/n” he said pulling you under his arm and walking in the direction of his house.

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way this turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work

Daichi:

You decided this morning that you were NOT going to participate in your annual April Day Fool’s prank with Tanaka and Noya... only because of your not-so new boyfriend Daichi saying he didn’t need his teammates corrupting you any longer so you decided to not get involved. With that being said you wouldn’t even think of your boyfriend pulling a prank on you so you didn’t think you’re getting pranked today.

In the gym, the boys were doing the usual: Hinata and Kageyama running after eachother, Tanaka and Noya oogling Kiyoko, Tsukishima listening to music, Yama and Yachi going over club schedules whilst Daichi sat with Sugawara and Asahi.

“So are you pranking anyone today?” sugawara asked

“Pranking someone, isn’t that a bit too juvenile suga?” Asahi replied

“Not you silly, Daichi” said sugawara “With Y/N on his arm they always have to stay on eachothers toes right..she’s a ‘jokester’ right?”

“...right?” Daichi hadn’t thought of it that way, he did know of all your joking escapades before you even got together and how you still liked to joke around now as you date.. He didn’t want you to think that you thought he was too boring for you ?

“Ok. What type of prank should I pull on her..”

Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi (who didn’t really contribute to Suga’s scheming) made a plan for you to meet him at the gym locker with the claims that he had a ‘surprise’ for you .. oh how he was wrong.

Daichi: meet me at the gym locker I have something to show you

Y/N: Ok!! I’ll be there in 5 minutes

Daichi was nervous, and that was an understatement he didn’t want things to go left and have you thinking he couldn’t even do a simple prank. Once you got there, he saw heard you talking to Sugawara and Asahi outside the door about him wondering where he was in which Suga told you inside the locker room.

“Hey babe” you greeted “what's the occasion in why we’re in here?”

“I...uh..um I need to get something one second” Daichi spoke quickly and rushed out the room closing the door leaving you confused. Minutes passed, and you were now impatient and kinda scared since the room was dusty, dark and cold definitely not your place to be in. You tried texting Daichi but just your luck you have no service ://

As time went on you tried opening the door but it was jammed shut no hope opening at all you forgot you left your bag outside which of course had your inhaler which did not help the sudden shortness of breath you started to get because of your asthma and claustrophobia. All you wanted was to get out of this room and talk to … Daichi.

Daichi. How convenient that he manage to slip away before the door got closed hmm but he wouldn’t intentionally prank you after ALL the lectures he gave you about not doing pranks this year right?

You didn’t notice how you started to cry and whimper wanting to leave.

On the outside, Daichi heard your cries and ordered Sugawara and Asahi to find the key to immediately get you out which it seems to take a while because Daichi has now stopped hearing your tears making him gulp in fear thinking something bad has happened to you in there.

Sugawara comes to you handing Daichi the keys, his handing shaking as he tries to unlock the door when he eventually does he finds you passed out on the ground of the dusty storage room. Very cliché I know ://

You wake up in the Nurses Office a bit confused on how you got there until your eyes land upon Daichi, remembering how you locked you in the Storage room where you had an asthma attack and passed out. You turned your body away from Daichi not wanting to talk to him right now after the hypocrisy he did.

“Y/N.. Are you alright?” He asked

“Do I look alright?” You responded in a bored tone

“I am really sorry Y/N... I know what I said to you about not doing pranks this year but Sugawara roped me into this and I didn’t want you to think I was too boring for you so I thought doing this prank would make you see me in a different light” he said

“yeah i saw you in a different light alright” you sassed, you then realised what he said ‘too boring’ kind of feeling less mad and more sad that he feels this way “Dai, you’d never be to boring for me … you’re one of the most funness is that a word? guys I've ever met.”

“really?” he asked

“Of course! I’m kind of still mad at you for letting this happen but I do sort of understand why” you said giving him a hug.

You were eventually cleared to go home and as you left the clinic you saw Asahi and Sugawara standing at the door.

“Y/N WE’RE SORRY” they bowed to you waiting on your responses

You chuckled slightly at their cuteness and ruffled both of their hair “all is forgiven, just make sure there’s ‘pranks’ this year “

Which they agreed upon.

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way these turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work. Feedback is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED and request too since I will literally write whatever...

I may do a part 2 … any particular characters people want?

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu-fluff #haikyu angst #iwaizumi x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi x you #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime #sugawara scenario #daichi scenario #signedwithane😌

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absolutelyfizzing · 4 years ago

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He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

MASTERLIST

Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to." He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you. He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

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A FEAST - Azriel x readder. Prompt - Reader is injured and knocked out for days. Cassian gets him to finally leave your side for one meal and Nyx brings a guest with him...

"The Dragons Song is the best one, hands down." Nesta argued, hacking through the brush. "That one is full of the same scenes every time." You judged, pushing a branch out of the way. The jungle was a mess of twists and turns to work through, but thankfully one of the fishermen on the dock had sold you a compass at a descent price. "A little more right for a few more miles and we'll be there." You steered her on course. "At least it dosent say 'honeydew' every scene." She made a fake gagging noise and you laughed. The sound was muffled in the crowded forest. She hacked her way through the brush, one vine at a time. Until you finally reached the clearing. It was hot in the direct sun, a few degrees different than what the shade of the forest had been. You paced the perimiter, meeting her at the other side. "You mean Cassian dosen't like honeydew?" You wiggled your eyebrows at her. "Az does?" She challenged, earning a laugh from you. "The ones that you like are predictable beyond measure." You countered, earning a quick smile before your attention snapped across the meadow. To a giant hog serpent with venomous tusks that gleamed with their clear liquid. You swore and you and Nesta both drew swords at the same time. + Nesta ended the hog, but not before it had the chance for those razor sharp tusks to marr your legs with deep wounds. The venom stung, flowing into your bloodstream and paralyzing you slowly. You gasped at the sheer blinding pain it brought. "Nes-" You choked out between sobs. "Tell Az... Tell Az I love him." You smiled to her, putting a hand on her cheek. "No, no way. You're gonna tell him yourself. Stay awake. We're on the way." She reached deep to that bond to Cassian, and a flare of alertness greeted her. Then, a thrill of fire. "On the way. Rhys will be there in a few. Are you okay?" "Fine, she's delirious. She needs a healer and a detox for the venom." She thought back, sighing when she felt Rhys' presence. "Wheres Az?" You managed out of your chattering teeth. You were losing the fight against the venom quickly. It would have you under in a few minutes if Rhys didn't hurry to a healer. He placed a hand on you and darkness surrounded. "Cassian will-" He started to Nesta, "I know, get her safe." She rushed, urging him to winnow you already. When Cassian saw the amount of blood spilled, he cursed. "Most of it was the beast." Nesta cleaned her sword on an overgrown leaf that jutted down into the meadow. Her hands shook when she sheathed it. "Nes." He stopped her when she turned. "Nes..." He repeated, giving her a long look. She tried to hide her face, the terror there. "Lets go." He pulled her to his side and took off, holding her close to him. He said nothing about the tears that flowed to his shoulder. He just gripped her tighter. + Azriel had nearly broken the door when he stormed in. And he hadn't left your side since. Nesta stayed when she could, letting Azriel relax enough to sleep now and again. He trusted her to wake him if anything changed in your status. When he woke, he heard his brother's voice first. Quiet an hurried in tone, him and Nesta argued by the door. "He wont leave. You've already tried, just leave him alone." Nesta was scolding. Cassian gripped her hands, then whipped his head over to his brother when he saw him stretching on the bench. "Hey Az-" Cassian smiled, bounding over to his brother like a puppy. "You remmeber Madja saying it may take up to a week, right? How about you come to dinner up at the house with us." "I dont want to miss if she-" "Come on, Nyx will be there. Mor's coming back from the continent tonight too." Cassian tempted, poking at the old flame Azriel carried for the female. She was still incredible, and one of Azriels best friends, but he no longer felt that flame towards her. You had come along and crushed it with a bat of your eyelashes and a few quick witted insults at Cas. Nesta started pulling him away, giving you an apologetic smile. "It would be nice for you to be there is all he means." She began pushing him out the door, despite his protests. "Think about it! She wouldn't want you to be mourning while she's alive!" Cassian shouted, earning a smack from Nesta. Azriel smiled despite the dark nature of the situation. He pulled a chair up beside your resting body. It had been three days. How would he know if you were awake or not? He tugged on that dark link you shared together, and came up with the same unresponsiveness as before. He sighed, but took your hand anyway, falling asleep again to the sound of your soft breathing. + He decided to stay for just an hour. He would spare his family that much. He kissed you goodbye and tried his best to ignore the guilt he felt for leaving you behind. But Cassian was right. He knew that when you woke up you'd be upset about him not going. So he put on his brave face and flew up to the house of wind, to the joy of everyone. They clapped upon his arrival, making his cheeks burn. Mor gave him a hug and promised to catch up. But she hovered around a fae you hadn't met yet. A female that she watched with wide sparkling eyes. Azriel's chest bloomed with pride at the sight of them being so close, so full of life for each other. He looked away from the two, and sent his shadows out to Rhys. And found what he was seeking. He darted over to the end of the table where the high lord and lady sat across from each other. The head table was empty, and filthy. "That's a small monster if I've ever seen one." He bent and scooped Nyx up from under the table. He wriggled and laughed. "No monster Azzy." Nyx babbled, pulling on his uncle's hair. "No pulling hair!" Rhys scolded, making Nyx laugh even more. Feyre sighed. "You're just having fun. How about we go for a fly down to-" "Don't say it, Az." Rhy's tone went from scolding to pleading. Even though the baby couldn't fly yet, it was one of his favorite things to do. He could see how Rhys' son would be skilled at flying with just the way he angled his head when accompanying. Az poked at Nyx's belly and they fought like that for a few moments, Nyx eventually winnowing away with the joy only a child could have. Azriel froze, looking to the high lord and lady for comfort. Having a baby disappear in your arms was strange, even for Fae babies. "When'd he start doing that?" "Four days ago." Feyre sighed. She looked utterly exhausted. "We've been having to take turns staying up with him." Rhys held her hand across the table, they shared a sweet look together then they both whipped their heads to Nyx in unison. "Dont-" Feyre warned, giving her son a stern look as he pulled at the tablecloth. Amren gave the boy a look of discouragement as well when he looked around for someone to be laughing with him. He stopped after those silver eyes met his. Nesta gave Az a smile from across the room where she and Cassian welcomed the toddoling boy. "Let's start training, Nyxie. Come on, show me what you got." Cassian got on his knees to the floor and the two began wrestling together. Azriel took a seat beside Rhys, picking at the crackers and cheese platter before him. "When were we planning on going back to the Island?" Rhys asked, voice low. Cassian rolled with Nyx on the ground, making Nesta laugh when the boy pulled at Cas' hair. "I'm not going until my mate is healed. Maybe you should send them, see how much trouble they can get in." Az asked, trying to keep the hinting out of his voice. He wanted to go take care of it on his own. The mission on the Island was not complete and he didn't want to risk anyone again. He'd rather do it and make sure it was a finished job. He couldn't bare to see you be hurt over a fellow Valkyrie getting hurt either. "You know they would kill each other.... or themselves trying to protect the other." Feyre smiled despite herself. She knew it was the truth. Her sister being happy for once was a joy like no other. "Mom and Dad need to eat, Az you too." Cassian ordered. He bounced the boy on his legs, making him pretend fly. Azriel picked at the plate that appeared before him. The warm meat and stew looked incredible, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. The guilt was the only thing that weighed in his stomach. "I should go check on-" He began to say, folding his napkin back on the table. "How is she?" Cassian interrupted from the floor. Nesta was playing with Nyx now, rattling a toy around for him. Azriel kept his calm mask on, trying to fight the urge to check on you. The black haired boy looked to her with upset eyes. "Auntie?" He said, voice a bit whiny. "Auntie is napping, she'll be back in a little while." Nes assured. Azriel's heart squeezed at the love Nyx showed. Then, the boy was gone. The parents were digging into their plates. It was likely the only meal they'd shared together in the four days of taking turns watching Nyx. "Rhys-" Az began, terror sweeping his gut. Nyx was no where in sight. Nesta and Cassian both shot to their feet when they didn't spot him. Then, the plates in front of Azriel clattered and shot food everywhere. Mor and her date yelped and fled their chairs, mor pushing the other female behind her. Azriel's shadows coiled, siphons glared ready to fight. And Rhys didnt move as he observed the waking fae before him. The tug on Azriel's bond went taut. "Auntie here!" Nyx celebrated, patting your chest. You groaned and cracked open your eyes to see Azriel's shadows swirling about you. "Are you okay?!" Azriel gripped your shoulders, his warm hands seeping into your thin shirt. The sweats you wore were now stained with whatever food had been on the table. Rhys put down his fork slowly. "I wasn't expecting to be this kind of snack Az..." You said softly. Rhy's cheeks went red. Mor laughed first, her date looked to her with bewilderment and worry. Cassian rushed over and picked Nyx up from your stomach. "I think there's a fork in my back." You said, voice gruff. A hysterical laugh bubbled from Azriel, then the rest of them were cracking up. "Nyx... Thanks." Azriel breathed, and the boy began clapping. + Once you were back on your feet and Madja had given you the go ahead to take it easy, you asked Azriel to go on a walk with you. The stretch of your legs was sore, but the good kind of sore that left you feeling better and better with each step. The cool wind from the Sidra whipped around you. He wrapped a wing around both of you as you reached the apex of a bridge. "I owe that baby everything." He laughed, squeezing your hand tighter. The city was quiet, only soft music coming from the Rainbow and the calm trickle of the Sidra sounding out. "Nyx the Valkyrie deliverer." You laughed together, leaning against the railing on the bridge. The streetlights above cast a wonderful color over you, illuminating you both in a silvery shade that matched the moonlight. "I love you." You said, resting your head against his shoulder. It had been a long night, and who knew how long of sleeping... but you were tired. "Love you." He nudged you away so he could hook his finger under your chin and angle you up to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around him and compiled, letting the bond hum through you like a song.

#azriel x reader #acotar fic #azriel #perfect-peach-bouquet

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