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faulty-writes · 4 years ago

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Heyy!

I saw u had tensei on ur masterlist, could you write some fluff for him?

It's fine if not!

Ah, my second favorite Iida boy. He needs more love.

[ Working for your longtime friend and love interest had its perks, and despite facing the challenges of being the only support agent at Idaten. Things get a little strange when Tensei requests you remove the airbags from his hero suit and while you refuse to go through with it. Tensei continues to try and persuade you, in his own strange way. ]

Your steps were rushed, echoing against the pavement as you ran past the sidekicks of Team Idaten. The street lights illuminating the area as well as the stars above that seemed to sparkle in conjunction with the moon. If you weren’t so panicked at the moment, you might have stopped to enjoy the view.

But knowing that Ingenium was possibly injured had you rushing to his rescue even if you were just a support agent who mainly crafted weapons and repaired everyone's hero suits. But Ingenium or Tensei as you knew him, was one of the most important people to you. There was a history that most already knew between yourself and the tubro hero, being that you went to U.A. together.

He was in the hero course, no surprise there while you were placed in the Department of Support. Being rather intuitive and creative, you would always make inventions that others found strange or too dangerous. Often belittling you to stick to basic support items rather than put your own style to them.

It was a little discouraging until a certain boy walked into the Development Studio and requested your help on his hero suit. That boy turned out to be Tensei who since then always encouraged your talent, despite being subjected to many of your malfunctioning inventions.

He was always your source of encouragement and you two were quick to become friends, that is until third year approached and you were nearing graduation. Tensei was full of inspiring ideas himself, one of which was creating an agency completely run by sidekicks who would work alongside each other and form teams depending on their specialty.

Most thought his idea was ridiculous. After all, who would want to be put in charge of a bunch of sidekicks when you could be the boss and rule over your own agency however you wanted? You didn't appreciate when people made fun of Tensei, considering you thought it was an amazing idea.

But, it also brought you a sense of sadness. You dreaded being separated from the soon-to-be pro hero. You knew you should have given Tensei more credit than that, considering he wasn’t someone that could easily let other's go, and to your surprise after graduation. He offered you a position at his future agency.

Stating that your talent would be useful in helping create weapons and suits for the future sidekicks that he would employ. True to his word, he slowly built the Idaten Agency from the ground up. Granted, he had plenty of help from his family.

But even so, you didn’t leave his side. In fact, you helped recruit some of the sidekicks that still proudly stood by Ingenium’s side. However, at times you wondered if Tensei realized just how much he meant to the Idaten Agency, how much he meant to you.

Your feelings for him seemed so obvious, but you often tried to make excuses for why Tensei didn’t catch onto them. The most common of which was the fact that he was solely focused on his hero work and always trying to bring his best forward.

Still, you were surprised that he didn’t hear how loud your heart was when you were alone with him or how flushed your cheeks got when he leaned in too close. You weren’t sure when these feelings for Tensei began, at first you were in denial. Believing what you felt was just a misplaced feeling of gratitude, but as the months went by and your feelings grew.

Maybe it was safer to say somewhere along the lines you had fallen in love with the turbo hero and love, as they say, made you do stupid things. “Tensei!” you cried as you finally spotted him and dropped to your knees, worry clear across your face as you took in how he looked.

A faint amount of blood dripped from the side of his head and his hair looked disheveled. The airbags that he requested you to install into the shoulder components of his hero suit had gone off, deflated among the rubble that he had caused when he ran into a brick wall.

You could make out a few cracks and loose panels in his suit. The eyepiece of his helmet was broken, laying on the ground by his side. You slowly reached up to brush your fingers along the sides of his face before moving his head so he was looking at you.

“Hey Y/n!” he chirped, his happy and uplifting mood unphased by the small accident he had gotten himself into. You let out a sigh of relief and dropped your hands from his face. “Tensei…” you said before letting your head drop and tried to take a deep breath to calm your racing heart.

You heard him move his arm, the metal pieces of his suit clinking together which made you raise your head once more. Then a gasp escaped as you felt the soft fabric of his gloved hand against your cheek which started to grow warm as you looked him in the eye.

You noticed there was dirt on his cheeks and part of the exposed skin of his neck. Apart from the blood dripping down the side of his head, he seemed otherwise unharmed. “Sorry about that, I guess I worried you. Huh?” you narrowed your eyes and glanced to the side, muttering a “You could say that,” in response which caused the hero to frown.

His thumb gently brushed against the side of your cheek which caused you to turn your attention back to him. Looking into those dark-colored eyes seemed to put you at ease, “Please don’t scare me like that again,” you said before reaching up to take his hand, pulling it away from your face before you leaned close to embrace him.

He looked surprised by the hug, his mouth falling open a moment before it softened and a smile came. This was followed by his arms wrapping around you, and a sigh of relief seemed to escape the two of you before you pulled away and leaned your hand against his shoulder.

“Let me help you up,” you insisted as you slid your arm behind his back, allowing him to place his across your shoulders. Buckling your legs, you pushed the two of you up. It was a little difficult because of the deflated airbags but as soon as you made it back to the Idaten Agency.

Tensei’s minor injuries were patched up and you promptly requested his presence after. Tensei had taken the opportunity to transform one of the floors of the Idaten Agency into a workshop for you, similar to the Development Studio. Everything you needed you had at your fingertips, including an examination table which Tensei was currently sitting on.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” he began as you continued to look over the chest piece of his suit from your worktable. Your feet propped up against the wooden poles that made up the bottom of the stool you sat on and your fingers brushed over the small dents that you found in the hunk of metal.

The rest of the pieces that made up his hero suit were sitting in boxes, waiting to be repaired piece by piece. “Hm?” you glanced up, pausing in your movements. So many things were going through your mind, but more than anything you were worried about Tensei’s well-being.

Despite the fact that the only real injuries he had were the small cut on his forehead and his scraped-up cheek. You were worried that something worse might happen to him next time and you were rattling your brain to try and come up with a solution that would allow Tensei to take turns even at his top speed. It was tricky, near impossible actually.

But the man in question was very effective in shattering your thoughts when his voice broke through, “I want to remove my airbags completely,” you were thankful you were sitting, else your legs might have gotten too weak and to the floor, you’d go.

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised and your mouth slightly parted. Processing his words for a moment before you responded, “What?” you questioned as you leaned over the table, “I said-” you interrupted him. “No, I...I heard what you said Tensei,” you replied in clear disbelief and minor shock. How can he want to make that decision after what just happened?

“I...you can’t remove your airbags! If you take another hit like that without them, it'll be too danger-” your words came to a halt when Tensei got up from where he was sitting and walked over to you. Placing his hands on the table, he wore a smile as he invaded your space by leaning forward.

Hovering over the chest piece you were currently fiddling with. It made you a little nervous if you were being honest with yourself and you couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. Tensei had always been, in your opinion, handsome. Short messy hair that accompanied those unique shaped eyebrows of his, dark-colored eyes, and sharp square jaw.

All topped off with a smile that could light up a room, he was the ideal boyfriend-type, and while he was adored as a Pro Hero. Part of you was surprised that no one seemed to catch Tensei’s interest. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hands gently skim over yours.

You glanced down, watching as Tensei then grabbed your hands that were previously preoccupied. You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you half prayed that Tensei wouldn’t notice the fact they were turning pink.

But you knew you couldn’t move away. Without trying, Tensei Iida was keeping you right where he wanted you. “I know,” he replied in his familiar cheerful tone and you watched his pupils move ever so slightly, and yours mimicked the movement.

“But I can’t hold the team back, I know I've always had a hard time taking turns even at my lowest speed,” despite your flushed cheeks, you frowned. You knew it was near impossible for Tensei to turn when using his quirk, especially with the speed he could reach.

But you refused to allow him to put himself in danger, yet you knew no matter what Tensei was going to do so willingly. “That’s why I put trust in my teammates, they aren't just sidekicks to be used. They’re heroes I look up to,” he gently ran his thumb across the back of your hand.

Tensei’s touch was so delicate, it was hard to believe some villains thought him to be intimidating. “I trust you with my hero suit and to make the right choices even if you don’t think it’s good for me,” you latched onto your lip and glanced down, the soft hum of the air vents above you filling the silence.

“But a hero doesn’t always have time to think about what’s rational, speed and timing is everything. If something slows me down, that means I lose seconds to save someone,” your eyebrows furrowed together, a suspicious glance in your eye.

“Tensei...are you trying to guilt me?” you questioned and felt his hands immediately release yours so he could hold them up in a surrender-type fashion. “Not at all!” he exclaimed before giving you a smile, but you knew better than to fall for it. “It’s too dangerous,” you said before getting back to work, missing the way Tensei’s lips curled up.

His eyebrows furrowed as if he were trying to figure out a way to convince you, “Ah, hey!” you exclaimed as you fell forward onto the examination table, glaring up at Tensei who now held the chest piece you were previously leaning on. A chuckle left his lips, however, and you assumed he thought what he had just done was funny.

“Sorry,” he said, “I guess I couldn’t resist,” you rolled your eyes before pushing yourself up and slowly sliding off your stool. Walking over to one of the many boxes scattered across the floor, you looked around a moment before finding what you wanted.

A groan sounded as you lifted the shoulder piece of his suit out of the chosen box, the extra weight coming from the deflated airbag that still hung from it. Meanwhile, Tensei was busy staring at his reflection in the white paint of the chest piece he was holding.

“So, you really repair all these pieces separately huh?” he questioned just as you placed the shoulder piece onto the table, quickly grabbing a screwdriver so you could remove the deflated airbag and replace it with a new one.

“Yeah,” you replied as you began unscrewing the bolts around the airbag. “Wouldn’t it be easier to put the suit together and repair it that way?” it was almost cute how clueless he was about support equipment, still he was technically your boss and you owed him an answer.

“No, every little detail of a hero suit is taken into account and focused on with the utmost attention. I have to ensure every single separate piece works properly before bringing it together as a whole,” you finished unscrewing the bolts and placed them to the side before carelessly tossing the spent airbag to the floor.

Tensei looked away from the chest piece, watching as said airbag hit the floor. “Hm…” he stood there a moment, trying to think of how else to convince you to do what he wanted. Not that he was controlling, by any means. Rather, he was focused on finding a solution that would best help his team as a whole.

He walked back over to the table and placed the chest piece down, once again catching your attention. You lifted your head, “Are you sure there isn’t a way I can convince you?” he questioned, “I know it worries you, but-” you shook your head and once again slid off your stool.

“Oh no,” you replied as you walked over to him and poked his chest, “Hm?” he looked down at your finger before glancing back at you. “You know better than to try and bribe me,” you narrowed your eyes and Tensei let out a sigh before glancing at the ceiling, his lips perched up once more.

“Hm,” you gave a little victory smirk before turning back to the table, deciding that standing was a better option when around Tensei. You quickly examined the shoulder piece before walking over to the opposite side of the room where all your tools were on display. Hanging in an organized fashion on the wall.

Tensei watched you, he knew he was lucky to have someone like you working at his agency, and thinking back, he was surprised you had agreed to join him. Back then, it seemed like you were the only one who truly believed in him. His family had been in the hero business for generations sure, and he felt like he had become a hero more out of expectation than sheer need or want.

“Ah, there it is,” you said as you grabbed the tool you were looking for before you walked to another wall which was made up of various baskets. Each one holding a piece or item you might need. Carefully, you searched for another airbag, and once you found it. You walked back to your work table, laying both items down much to Tensei’s disappointment.

He reached up, running his hand through his hair but he was careful not to touch the gauze pad that was taped over the cut he had received. He was still determined to convince you not to reinstall the airbags of his suit. He stepped forward, “Are you sure there-” you interrupted him yet again, looking at him from over your shoulder with a small glare.

“Yes,” you replied before you resumed fiddling with the new airbag, trying to snap it into place, and Tensei felt as though he were running out of time. “Please?” he spoke sweetly as he walked behind you, looming over your shoulder as you continued to work. “No,” you said before reaching over to grab your screwdriver.

However, Tensei’s hand clasped around yours seconds later. You blinked and leaned to the side, “Tensei...” an awkward tension began to fill the air. “I can handle the screwdriver by myself,” you tugged on it once more, trying to make Tensei catch the hint you wanted him to let go.

But his fingers remained wrapped partly around yours and the rubber handle. “Heh,” he gave a sheepish grin and you jerked your arm back, successfully making the man release his grip. You gave another victory smirk before you reached over to pick up one of the many screws you had taken out and aligned it properly before getting back to work.

The fact that Tensei remained looming over your shoulder was a little nerve-racking, not only could you hear his breathing. You could also feel it against the back of your ear. You paused a moment, glancing back as if waiting for him to move. But you should have known better, while Tensei was respectful in many ways.

He seemed to hold some type of persistence when it came to certain things and while you already stated you wouldn’t do as he wanted. You had the feeling neither of you would be leaving the workshop until you came to an agreement. “I’ve always admired your talent,” he began, making you pause yet again.

“Um...thank you, Tensei,” you replied before continuing to turn the handle of the screwdriver. That’s when you heard a soft slap against the table and turned your head yet again. Tensei was now leaning over the table, his arm outstretched and fingers just barely touching the chest plate that was still preoccupying space.

He had another smile on his face and oddly enough, you couldn’t help but return it. “How long does it take to install a new airbag?” he questioned, and for a moment you wondered if he was purposely trying to distract you. You took a deep breath and placed the screwdriver down before bringing your hand to your hip.

You then turned to face Tensei, shooting him a soft glare which he seemed to notice and glanced away with a pout. “I was just wondering,” he said as he reached up to ruffle the back of his hair, “I’d hate to be taking up your time,” you chuckled at his words.

“You’re taking up my time by distracting me,” you replied before crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not removing your-” Tensei interrupted you. “Nothing will stop me from being a hero,” he stated and you lowered your arms a bit, “including airbags,” you wondered if he was trying to start an argument with you, then again Tensei wasn’t much of the argumentative type.

You took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. Then you lowered your head, “I know,” you muttered before you turned back to the worktable. Taking a moment to stare at the shoulder piece and the airbag that currently only had half a screw to keep it in place. You lowered your eyebrows, it was clear that you were worried more about Tensei’s well-being than he was himself.

But once again you were reminded that’s how Tensei was, always focused on doing good for others. Always willing to throw himself into danger if it meant he could save someone, but you couldn’t help but feel like this time was different. You were being directly involved, being asked to remove something you had installed into his hero suit for his own protection.

Your thoughts were broken when you felt two arms wrap around you, “Ah!” you gasped, not having expected the contact or the way you were pulled back against Tensei’s chest. Then came the pressure of his head against yours and the heat immediately rose in your cheeks, coloring them a soft pink.

You flexed your arms slightly, almost as if you were trying to break his hold on you. “T-Tensei what are…” your words trailed off when you felt him nuzzle against you causing a soft noise to pass your lips. “I know you're worried,” he began yet again and though your face was currently on fire, you raised your eyebrow.

But unlike before, you didn’t interrupt him. “But I would never do anything that risks losing you,” your eyebrows shot up and your eyes widened, “and I can’t risk losing anyone else, a hero proudly makes sacrifices,” he said before he leaned back up and reached over to take delicate hold of your chin.

Once again a soft noise escaped you as Tensei gently tilted your head to the side and leaned over. You could hear your heart echo in your ears as you stared into his eyes. Somehow Tensei always made it so you felt like the only person in the room, even if at the moment you technically were the only other person in the room.

He then brought that hand up to cup your cheek, still keeping one arm wrapped around you. All hope of Tensei not noticing your scolding hot cheeks was effectively thrown out the window at that moment. “Will you be my hero? You kind of always were,” his thumb grazed across your cheek and you took a deep breath.

“I...I’m your...hero?” you repeated, clear disbelief in your voice, and Tensei nodded in response. Your eyelids lowered before you glanced at the airbag you were currently trying to install, you felt his hand lower. Once more both of his arms were around your waist. You struggled for a moment, internally debating about what you truly wanted to do.

Tensei’s safety was your number one priority, but his friends and loved ones, and all those civilians that counted on him to be at his best came first to him. You hung your head in defeat, missing the small smirk that came to Tensei’s face as he knew he finally convinced you.

When you opened your mouth to speak, your words were suddenly rendered to nothing but a pathetic squeak. The reason behind the obnoxious noise was Tensei’s warm lips against the top of your head. He allowed them to linger there, buried against your hair before he finally pulled back.

You swallowed, not having realized how dry your mouth had gotten. But, you slowly turned and Tensei, in turn, momentarily dropped his arms from around you. However, his hands came to rest on your hips when you were finally facing each other.

You didn’t mind his touch and reached down, placing your hands on his forearms. A smile was exchanged between the two of you before Tensei leaned close once more. “Eep,” another noise escaped you and Tensei chuckled, though he kept any comments to himself.

Except for one, “Thank you,” he said as he rested his forehead against yours. “Heh,” you responded, trying to suppress the nervous chuckle that threatened to pass your lips. “You’re welcome, Ingenium.”

#tensei x reader #iida x reader #bnha x reader

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lipshinee · 5 years ago

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Any soft scenatios or headcanons with Lucifer or Mammon would be precious ^^ welcome to the obey fandom!!!

.Fluff scenario🥺🥺 Okay I chose Mammon bc I’m a simp for this man. It’s like the most cliché thing ever but I still loved writing it bc I’m a sucker for clichés. Ur first kiss w/ Mammon ♡

Warning: a lot of fluff and cheesy stuff

Mammon X reader

Adjusting your skirt, you stared at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. Your outfits consisted of a light and tight crop-top, a black skater skirt accompanied by your black shoes. You didn’t really feel like wearing something fancy, today you were simply having a fun time with Asmo.

The vibration coming from your phone suddenly caught your attention. As Mammon’s name appeared on screen, your face quickly turned red. « Oi! What’s all that about you going out with Asmo?? » Startled, you didn’t have any time to respond before he sends you another message.

« Ya ain’t going anywhere without me around!! Like I would leave you alone with that pervert <(｀^´)> » You couldn’t help yourself but smile and giggle at his message.

You really can’t tell when you first started liking him. Maybe it was recent, maybe it was when he started getting all possessive with you, or maybe it was just the first time you saw him. However when you realized your little crush it was already too late, he was already firmly ingrained in your heart and there was no way getting him out of there. His smile, his loud laugh, his blue eyes, every single detail about him was intoxicating. It drove you crazy how much power he held over you, a single look from him and you would melt right then and there.

‘Pull yourself together!’ You reminded yourself and responded to him with a simple sticker. After learning that information, it was unavoidable for you to take a few more glances at the mirror before finally getting out of your room. Going down the stairs, you could already hear Mammon and Asmo bickering. « You can’t just invite yourself whenever you feel like it! »

Your laugh caught the attention of the two demons in front of you and they were both silents for a few seconds. Those seconds were all it took you to realize how breathtaking the avatar of Greed was. He was wearing his usual signature yellow jacket that fit him perfectly, his glasses were resting on his head and his white snowy hair was a bit messier than usual, which only made him more mesmerizing.

You must’ve stared for longer than usual because you noticed that Mammon started to get a bit flustered. « W-what are ya lookin’ at?! » You shook your head and responded that you were just spacing out. You could feel your heart pounding so loudly in your chest you were almost surprised no one was able to hear it.

« Darling you look so beautiful! » Asmo said while hugging you tightly. A huge smile appeared on your face, and just when you were about to wrap your arms around him, he was pulled out of your grasp. Mammon was behind the younger demon and was glaring at him. Within seconds, they were arguing once again. You rolled your eyes and stopped them by announcing :

« Can we please go? Otherwise, you’ll be done fighting by the time the mall closes. » You didn’t wait for them to respond and turned around walking towards the front door, they quickly joined you. You decided for a walk since the mall was a bit close and hoped for a peaceful stroll but your wish was quickly stopped by the usual screams of Mammon.

On your way there, you noticed a garden that was full of flowers that looked similar to the ones you had in the human realm. You began to daydream about your life before the Devildom and how it completely changed you as a person. They brought you happiness when you thought you were a hopeless cause, and you were endlessly thankful for that.

You stopped listening to the demons’ conversation a long time ago until Asmo’s sentence got you back to reality. « I don’t understand! If you like MC so much why don’t you ask them out yourself instead of barging into MY alone time with them?! » While Asmo first had an annoyed look on his face, his expression changed into amusement when he saw you and Mammon turning red from his comment.

« H-huh? W-what are ya talkin’ about?! Why would I like a mere human anyway? » He desperately tried to argue, but Asmo wasn’t born yesterday, he could obviously through crushes with ease. Needless to say, he also knew about your crush as well. Actually, it was obvious for about anyone but you two.

You were pretty silent about the whole thing. Looking down at the ground and playing with your fingers, you tried your best to ignore the situation that you couldn’t possibly handle. Staring at you, Asmo’s face lit up, and had you met his eyes, you would have known he was preparing a mischievous plan. Finally, the avatar of Lust sighs and replies with a sad tone :

« If you say so. » Mammon was a bit taken aback. No teasing? He would give up just like that? No way. The demon was suspicious of his brother but preferred to stay quiet. The rest of the walk was really quiet compared to the beginning which only confirmed Mammon’s suspicions.

The three of you were walking around the mall. It’s only been a few minutes since you got here but Asmo has already started to whine about going to Majolish. Not really surprising, it was the avatar of Lust we were talking about after all. Heading to the shop, you couldn’t help but notice the malicious smile Asmodeus kept wearing, and only grew wider once you got in front of the store. Entering Majolish, the demon started to pick random clothes and threw them in Mammon’s arms.

« What the actual hell are ya doin’?! » He was even more confused once Asmodeus pushed him towards the changing room.

« Shh, just try these out, I wanna see those on you! » Witnessing the scene in front of you was quite amusing, even though you were just as puzzled as Mammon. Once he was in the fitting room, Asmo turned around and winked at you. « Well, I guess I have to go now. » What? What was he talking about? You must’ve seemed baffled because he sighed and continued :

« I pushed Mammon over there because otherwise, he wouldn’t have let me go, he doesn’t have the guts to stay alone with you. This way you can finally get the little date you always wanted to have! If he asks anything, just say something came up. »

Bewildered, you weren’t able to place a single word as he mumbled: « I’m way too nice. » and waved at you before leaving you alone. Shit. Your thoughts were racing as the anxiety kept rising. What were you supposed to do now? You weren’t ready for this! You weren’t even sure if Mammon really did like you! ‘Maybe I should just leave as well? Maybe we can just leave the mall right now?’ But the familiar voice behind you stopped all of your reflections.

« There ya go! Obviously, the great Mammon looks amazin’ in any-...Oi, where did he go?? » You turned around and looked at him only to be left breathless. Fuck. To make matters worse, the clothes he was trying on fit him like a charm. His button-down shirt had a few buttons undone which revealed the top of his chest, his skin-tight black jean which showed you perfectly the shape of his ass left you drooling all over him for a while. Mammon practically had to clear his throat for you to raise your head and look into his eyes.

« U-uh, he left. He...he had to go, something came up. » Mammon didn’t seem too phased at first and just replied: « Oh. » Then it hit him and his calm face rapidly turned to a worried look. Oh. He was going to be alone with you.

You both didn’t say anything for what felt like hours. It’s not that you didn’t have anything else to say, you had so many things you wanted to say but nothing was able to come out of your mouths. Finally, the demon ended up saying :

« O-oh, well I guess it’s yer lucky fay! Some people would kill to have me all for themselves for a day, ya know! » He claimed with a confident smile even though you could clearly see the nervousness in his eyes. You were a bit relaxed by the fact that both of you were apprehensive about spending some time alone. Mammon ended up going back to the fitting room in order to change into his own clothes. When you finally got out of the store, the atmosphere felt tense. What are you supposed to say right now? Your mind was clouded with endless speculations and doubts, you couldn't think of a single topic to chat about. Peering at the demon, it was clear he was in the same situation.

Bur for once in your life, you wanted to be bold. What did tou have to lose anyway? You knew you would regret it for to rest of your life if you didn’t take this chance Asmo gave you. Biting the inside of your cheeks, you went ahead and held his hand. His hand felt so warm and so big compared to yours, god it took all of your willpower to not melt instantly. He was the only one able to make you feel like this, he was the only one able to cause this warm feeling in your chest that was always so overwhelming. A single touch from him was enough to make your day, and it drove you crazy.

« W-what are ya doin' right now?! » It was the only thing he could add. As if speaking without stuttering wasn't already hard enough for him, the poor demon was now a blushing mess. You found him so adorable, his eyes were fixated on your hands and the silence didn't feel so awkward this time. Walking around the mall like this made you realize just how much you liked him, you wanted to hold his hand like this every day, you wanted to be in his arms cuddling every night, you simply wanted to be his. After all, he's the reason for your smile. He's the one for you. He's your first man. With him, you felt like you belonged somewhere as long as he was next to you.

Your eyes widened when you sensed him intertwining your fingers together. This time, you were the one freaking out. Especially when he turned you so you could face him. With his other hand, he held your chin with his fingers and approached his face towards yours. He was so close to you, you were certain he was able to hear your loud heartbeat.

« I...I want to kiss you. » His electric blue eyes were piercing through yours, like he was waiting for an answer from you. ‘Can he get any more adorable than this?’ Smiling at him, you nodded your head. And without another word, he kissed you. At first, your mind blanked out from the surprise. His soft lips were the only thing you could focus on. The world around you stopped for a moment, and, just for the time of this kiss, you both were in your little bubble. As if life in itself paused just for the two of you to enjoy every single bit of that kiss.

For so long, you had sleepless nights dreaming of this day, and now that it was finally happening, you had a hard time believing it. It was so gentle yet enough to make your heart explode from his touch. You loved this feeling so much, you were drunk from this warm feeling only he could give you. And when he kissed you, you could feel the reciprocity of his feelings. He liked you as well, the avatar of Greed himself liked you and absolutely nothing could make you happier.

Finally, he pulled away from you, and though you didn’t say it out loud, you were very clearly saddened by it. Noticing it, Mammon laughed and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

« C’mon! Let’s buy some matching stuff. » He said with a huge smile on his face.

And you couldn’t help but notice that during the whole afternoon at the mall, he didn’t let go of your hand a single time. He was hanging to it like his life was on the line if he let go of it, you kept biting your lower lips to stop yourself from giggling like a middle schooler.

You spent hours in the mall, checking every single store available and laughing so hard your stomach started to hurt. You were happy. And he was the reason for it.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me characters #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years ago

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pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff a/n: another scenario for you all yay! excuse the grammar if there are sore ones down there.😂 ideas pop up to me at midnight and i probably wrote this with half-lidded eyes/sleepy self lol this is a prequel to this! 😊 enjoy reading! ~j.

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you twirled several times in your new dress, admiring the style and design you recently bought from your savings. it was your favourite outfit. especially today when it was summer; your floral yellow smocked bandeau mini dress shaped your body. gladly your best friend gifted you a new curler and because of that, you tried your best to doll up for today’s occasion. and as much as possible, you kept your makeup natural.

the mirror in front of you revealed your husband jaehyun, eyeing you from head to toe as a smile crept his lips. he rubbed the nape of his neck in surprise that no matter how he looked at you, he always told himself that he chose the right one for him. “wow..”

your lips curve to a smile from ear to ear. “so.. how do i look?” you swayed as you held the hems of your dress, tiptoeing on your wedged heels with fresh white manicure. on every new outfit you wore on dates with jaehyun, you felt like a princess. and this time, you got married, queen was the definite and suitable word now.

“do you want my honest opinion, love?” his hands snaking to hug your waist where he rested his chin onto your shoulder. jaehyun looked at your side profile for a while before looking back at the mirror, in awe that his wife was his world now.

you giggled at his reflection, his ears turning from pink to beetroot red. “i think you’ve said it already.” you kissed his cheek. a scoff from him made you laugh so hard, he chuckled at your reaction.

“damn, i can’t really hide them, can i?” he kissed you back and let his fingers inter-locking with yours. “c’mon, we’ll be late.”

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the drive to the beach was a long one, but since jaehyun was with you, it was ever so often that car karaokes were the norm. it became daily. he called it ‘car’aokes instead, and you sighed at the corny bad pun. yet despite his failed attempt on bad jokes, his voice was so soothing you secretly could not help yourself to record his vocals while he was immersed into the songs he played. today though was quite different. jaehyun wanted to enjoy the drive with a track from chet baker.

you brought out your sunglasses and fixed it onto the bridge of your nose. “love, here.” you handed his pair between your fingers and he took to wear it.

“the vibe’s great.” he turned to the next street. “sun’s out and i’m with you. this is the life.” you hiccuped at the sudden cheesiness, feeling his hand onto yours as you hummed in response. “‘everything happens to me’ is great.” he smiled, referring to the title song track.

at the corners of your eye, you spotted the crystal blue of the sea with white sand in contrast. you sat up properly that it caught jaehyun’s attention. “gosh i love the view!” you squealed as if you’ve seen it for the first time. you loved beaches, which was why for your honeymoon just a month before, you and jaehyun went to the maldives. heck you wished you never left.

“i love this view better.” he said under his breath as he smiled, but you couldn’t hear it since you excitedly vlogged the scenery. minutes later you both arrived at the car park just by the beach. jaehyun unbuckled his seat belt and grab the essentials. just by the outdoor hut and public toilets, he noticed how men would eye you differently. and because of these kinds of indicidents, he became protective. you felt him pulling your body closer to him. “stay close to me, y/n.”

you sensed what he meant and you assured him that everything will be fine. “aren’t we close already?” you teased as you both walked to the party.

“closer is better.”

upon arriving to the beach, johnny and your best friend min-ju welcomed you both. their one year old son youngmin, immediately ran to you with his wobbly legs and squeaky shoes; it was a gift jaehyun chose for his first birthday.

“hey buddy!” you bent down, later carrying him in your arms. “i heard you’ll be a big brother soon! oh min-ju he looks just like you.” the compliment made her blush. she then brought you to the nearby restaurant where the others had been.

jaehyun had his hands in his pockets, smiling to himself at the sight of you as he followed you from behind. johnny nudged him, making the lad blush. “so how was the honeymoon?” he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, attempting a head rub.

“it was great. could’ve stayed there longer but i had to work with the team right after-”

“will youngmin expect a best friend in a few months?” johnny’s grin crept his lips and for sure he wanted to see his best bud’s reaction.

“oh my go- dude!” jaehyun attempted a punch but was stopped by taeyong, yuta and taeil.

“what did we miss?” taeil asked the younger ones. curiosity grew in him when he spotted jaehyun’s red ears. “yep, i think i got what you mean.”

the party began shortly after lunch. at one table, there were two buckets of blue and pink, and post-its beside them. variety of foods were placed nearly onto the tables. you stood beside jaehyun, who wrote his guess onto the squared paper as you poked his cheek. “i think it’s a boy.” you said.

“my guess is a girl.” jaehyun held your waist, walking to the rest of the group. there was a short video tribute, of how johnny’s family had started; from the proposal to the birth of youngmin. games were played too, and it somehow ended up becoming a bet of who will have their next child. now, johnny and min-ju stood at the front with youngmin as they lead everyone out to the beach. the baby’s gender was about to be revealed.

phones and cameras were up already to record the moment. johnny had his baseball bat ready and min-ju threw the ball. blue powder scattered the air and you hopped in joy, cupping your mouth for a louder volume. jaehyun found that trait of yours cute and imagined the time when you both become parents some day in the future.

his friends approached him and johnny soon followed. “congrats johnny!” mark shook the older’s one hand. behind the dimpled man, little did jaehyun know that his friends planned to tease him again and obviously it was johnny’s idea.

yuta nudged jaehyun, trying to point out how his wife and you, were conversing by the hammock. “looks like they’re having a good time.”

“y/n, how was maldives?” sakura sat beside you, handing you fresh orange juice and cookies.

“tell me about it. i’d want to live there forever. it’s all stress free.” you munched onto the cookies as you told her how the place truly felt like paradise.

sakura giggled at your hungry self. she noticed how much of a foodie you were today and leaned in to whisper. “you can’t be.. uh pregnant right?”

you bursted out a laugh with cheeks that made you look like a hamster. automatically your hands waved in the air. you held your dress and made your stomach shape visible through the fabric. “it’s a food belly though.” you tapped onto it.

jaehyun choked on his drink when the droplets slid down his lips. quickly he put down the glass he was holding as he watched you giggle with sakura. smirking at the scene, yuta saw the lad with a teasing mind. “it’s probably a sign, jae.” he said, making him cough.

*cough* “it can’t be that fas-” he trailed off, later realising how he slipped. “ah! it’s not what you-”

“so youngmin will actually be expecting a best friend in the months coming.” johnny interrupted, overhearing the conversation. “great i’ll tell him!”

“uh wait we haven’t really plan-” jaehyun stumbled his words, panicking that how to reply.

squeals and laughters from children stopped the men from teasing jaehyun. they looked over to where you were, surrounded with children who thought you had a life inside you by tapping your belly. your flustered state caused you to fan yourself from the heat. whether it was from the temperature or the reaction towards the children, heat still crawled your body.

you carried youngmin in your arms and he pointed at your stomach. jaehyun rubbed the nape of his neck; a lost for words. he really wanted to have a family with you, be a father to your kids and watch each other grow as parent.

his tinted ears caught the attention of his friends. “is y/n really pregnant?” taeyong asked.

“babies are crowding over her.” taeil took a sip from his drink.

“she’s loved by everyone because she’s a teacher. i’m guessing it’s instinct for children to know if a person loves children.” jaehyun looked at you.

“well, i’m sure she’ll be a great mom.” taeil said, noticing how jaehyun held his chest that was probably hammering quick.

the party was ending and you later stood beside jaehyun, his hands rubbing circles at your back. his lips took your attention where teeth marks were seen. whenever he would bite his lips, it only meant that either he was thinking too much, or that he was stressed. he felt fingers brushed onto them made jaehyun turn to you. “hm?” he hummed.

“are you okay?” you asked with worry in your eyes. he didn’t respond, but his large palms pulled you to rest on his chest for a hug. “well if you are, i think we should be heading home.”

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you had already fastened your seatbelt. jaehyun soon opened the door, typing away on his phone as he waited for the air conditioning to settle down. his brows furrowed onto the luminated screen.

[22:54] john suh: “u might want 2 buy a pregnancy tester. :p”

[22:55] john suh: “there’s a possibility ;D”

[22:56] jae jung: “we’ll do that if symptoms comes, johnny. lol take care on ur way home. see you at the office in 2 days. :p”

“love?” he shot up at your voice and grabbed your hand.

“yes?” he asked and you pointed at the back.

“they’re flickering headlights?” you giggled and jaehyun embarrassedly stepped on the gear with his faint dimples.

whilst on the way, jaehyun decided to stop by the convenient store before heading home. he opened the roof for fresh air and to stargaze. he thought that a little night snack wouldn’t hurt, so when he saw you entering the car with a bagful of snacks, all he could do was to hide his reaction from you. you sat comfortably with your legs rested onto the dashboard, munching away your favourite sushi roll and chips. he saw your slowly-hyped up self, dancing to nothing but the sound crunches your mouth made as you created your own song out of pure happiness.

when you danced, he then remembered the children back at the party. his eyes took a quick glance towards your belly and did notice a belly. his loud gulp caused you to turn at him. “okay, what’s up with you?” you giggled. “you’re all so tensed right now.”

“uhm n-nothing.” jaehyun said as his fingers gripped so tightly onto the stirring wheel.

you eyed him with a smirk, and a short stare-off happened. “are you sure love?”

“of course!” he attempted a smile but gulped unknowingly.

“uh-huh. i recognise that kind of gulp.” you popped another piece into your mouth.

jaehyun inhaled deeply enough that his lungs were running out of oxygen. all kinds of ideas came flooding his mind. did you know what he was thinking as you looked at him? he anticipated for the answer and the silence was killing him. maybe you overheard his conversation with the guys? of the possibility that you might be-

“you’re hungry too, aren’t you?” you laughed so loud that jaehyun did the same. “you could’ve just gotten a pack for yourself!”

“what?” a dumbfounded jaehyun asked with his mouth slightly open. “oh gosh..”

“look i even got your favourites!” you fumbled the insides of the paper bag. “see!”

jaehyun pursed his lips, grabbing a red handkerchief from his pockets to wipe the sweat rolling down his temples. as he finished doing so, a piece of chip appeared before him. “y/n my love. you are so cute.” he said with his ears dusted with pink shade.

“it’s my dress that makes me feel cute.” you singsonged.

“no i mean i find you really cute when you’re hungry all the time. you’ve had cravings here and there. sometimes it’s out of the blue too. the guys even joked about it but i just can’t help thinking that you might be-” he felt you kiss his cheek as he said his feelings in one breath. you smiled at him lovingly, and you found your hands interlocking with his.

“the guys could be right though.” you spoke in a soft voice. jaehyun had his hopes high earlier with his friends, but right now the assumption was confusing. “but they could be wrong too. jae, we’ve been wanting to start a family. i know that completely. we even talked about this back in college and i really can’t wait for that time to come when there’s mini you’s and me’s. we have to wait for the right time.“ you said as you caressed his cheeks.

“okay.” he finally smiled. “i guess i just got excited at the thought of it. because the hyungs have their own children and i’m kinda lacking behind.”

“it’s never a race to start a fambam! it’s a process that needs effort and dedication.” you said. “and for the record, mark’s still single so you’re way a step ahead.”

“but you just said it’s not a race.” jaehyun chuckled.

“did you know mark actually planned to pursue me back in high school?” you teased jaehyun again. his smile slowly disappears on every word. “but you were better at scoring the jackpot so yeah.” you gestured yourself.

jaehyun’s face cringed at your self compliment. yet he wouldn’t say he didn’t like it. “that’s because you’re really cute, hot nerd.”

“nah you’re star player who caught my eye, hot coach.” you felt your neck being pulled closer. he looked at your lips and tilted his chin slightly for a kiss.

there were only two things; the signs earlier could be wrong or that it was going to happen soon. jaehyun knew anyway, that you both were to be parents later in the future.

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pinkykitten · 6 years ago

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They stood up for you

The Greatest Showman

Oddities x platonic! female reader

Warning: bullying

Specifics: platonic relationship, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: tom thumb, you, strong Man, tattoo lady, prince constantine, mob man

Words: 1,056

Requested: By anon hi, ur writing is so beautiful and cute and lovely omg, I’ve only been following for a couple weeks but I love ur work soooo much. if it isn’t too much trouble, and if u still write for TGS, I’d like to request something that came to me in a dream lol. it’s the reader is getting bullied somewhere outside the circus [maybe because she works there idk] and Tom Thumb rides out on his horse and saves her. And probably some other oddities do too. this is so weird and prob doesn’t work idk. Thanks <3

Authors Note: btw this makes this 10 times better that it was a dream like i wish i had dreams like that! lol srry again guys for not writing yesterday and monday, fam was off from work and i wanted to spend time with them and friends. also since i just hit 600 followers i am doing a competition, its about ur oc whichever oc u want. u may win so pls check it out, since i cant tag anything here just look in the search bar of my blog 600 followers and u’ll see it there. have any questions about request or 600 competition pls just ask me i am more than welcome to help. also i will be writing ur guys requests while this competition this is going on. the competition end on the 7 of this month so hurry!

The cold air kissed your nose, waking up your face and engulfing your whole body. You wrapped yourself up in your coat and proceeded to walk down the sidewalk to work.

“Hello there, may I please have a croissant?” Your voice comes out a bit shaky due to the cold weather. The bakery you enter is warm and inviting, and the smell of baked goods enters through your nose. It smells so good! As you exit the building you notice a familiar man standing by the windows. As you get a better look you think the man looks like what others call him as Strong Man, but what known friends or workers know him as Angus MacAskill. You give him a smile as you walk to work, he bows his head to you as he winks, full of joy.

You worked at the circus of P.T. Barnum. You were a performer, more specifically a singer. Your whole soul and heart was into that circus, it was your home.

“How ya be Angus?” You called out to your muscled friend. You wrapped yourself more in your coat and cuddled more into your scarf.

Angus blew warm air from his breath into his hands, “its a cold day, shouldn’t you be at the circus by now?”

You placed your hand on your hip sassily, “I should be asking you the same thing! Wanna walk there together?”

“If its alright with you, I think I’ll meet you there. I’m waiting for someone.”

Your mouth was shaped into an ‘o’ as you scratched your head, “I wonder if its a girl? Hmmm Angus, you waitin on some lucky lady?” Your h/c eyebrows wiggled playfully. Angus chuckled and stood by the corner of the bakery. “Well I guess I’ll leave you to your mystery whoever.” As you kept on walking you heard Angus call you, “be careful walking by yourself, okay y/n.”

Your heart felt extremely happy to know that your co-worker and friend was worried about you. It made you feel important to him.

As you walked to work you noticed a man following you. Something odd just felt strange in the air. You felt that something terrible was about to take place soon. Upon hearing the stranger’s foot steps your heart started to beat faster and harder. It beat vigorously in your chest.

Taking the confusing route to work to try to get him to stop following you, you noticed him still lingering behind you. Now fear starts to set in and you start to panic. What could this person want from you? The more time passed the more afraid you became. As you head towards and ally way the stranger motions next to you and pushes you to the floor. You fall down and scrape your knee and drop your items you needed for your performance.

“Hey what is with you? I have sensed you were following me! What gives?”

As the unknown person’s face comes into the light you realize it is a man from the mob. He would show up to the circus every other day and persecute you and your friends. He was evil and so persistent!

“I hate people like you. Especially the people you work for! They are cursed, and soon you will be cursed as well for conversing with them. That hell hole is a terrible place, no children should be allowed there!” You eyes widened in shock as how crazy this man sounded! He truly was a mad man!

“You’re not making any sense! The circus is a place where anybody can be themselves and its a place where you can laugh and have a great time. We express ourselves through dance, singing and many more performances. You are an evil person!” You tried to stand up once more but the man kept his dirty hands on you to hold you down.

“I never said I was finished. You of all people should not associate with people that look like them. You are a foolish girl, you will never be good enough in this world. You are ignorant and stupid for thinking that the circus was a safe place!”

Just as you were about to tear up, the sound of a distant horse galloping could be heard. “What is that?”

Out came Tom Thumb, or should I say general Tom Thumb on his beautiful, noble steed. He saw you were getting bullied and as quick as can be he rode off to you. “Y/n, grab on!” Tom was here to protect you, to save you. The mob man was angry and he tried to hold you down but you ran to Tom and jumped on the horse.

“Woohoo!” Tom cheered, him steering the horse while you, behind him, held on to his tiny chest.

“Thank you Tom. I needed that saving.”

As the mob guy was about to run after you, a group of your friends showed up. Prince Constantine, Nora Hildebrandt the Tattoo Lady, and last but not least Angus. At once they sped to the man and started to scold him and scare him off. Telling him to pick on someone else, and to never mess with y/n again. Seeing them fight for you and stick up for you made you smile. You really did love your friends.

“My heroes,” you whispered while hugging Tom.

Tom gave a toothy smile, “anything for you doll.”

His horse galloped to the circus building. As it came to a halt you jumped off and went in search for your ‘knights’. Upon seeing them you skipped to them and gave each of them a hug, “thanks guys. I don’t know what I would do without you. To me you’re not just my friends, you are also family.”

“We couldn’t just let you be hurt like that. You mean so much to all of us,” Nora chuckled as she reassuringly touched your arm.

“I mean life would not be the same without you, y/n. We couldn’t just stand there while you got bullied like that, we know you would of stood up for us.” Constantine smiled as he walked away, going about his day normally.

“I told ya kid to be careful, better we were there to protect you,” Angus ruffled your hair.

“You guys are the best, thanks for sticking up for me.”

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dothewrite · 8 years ago

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sooo i read all of ur scenarios literally under 30 minutes and i loved one of the first ones u did where their s/o thought the guys were gonna hit her? (is that worrying that i liked that) i mean i liked it in a sense that the guys reassured her etc and i was thinking if you could either do reactions or a scenario to when kuroo, oikawa, iwai, kyoutani and suga hit their s/o in the heat of the moment during a fight? like it doesnt have to be a heavy hit or just a harsh shove or something

I’m sorry for taking literal months to do this, and thank you for your patience! I took a more boys-oriented perspective this time, so I’m not quite sure this turned out how my original post was, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

He knows he playsrough sometimes. Kuroo’s not a naturally harsh person and to him, you’rethe one person besides his family that he holds closest to his heart because ofhow well you two fit together. The only way he knows how to go about that is tokeep you as close to him as possible and do his best to make your days a littlebrighter, a little happier.

Any dreams about himbeing your saving grace vanishes the moment he sees your expression when youfold into yourself at an angle, winded from the heavy hit of his arm againstyour collar. It’s not a punch, he knows, it’s not a slap either, but it’s contactthat’s hard enough to bruise and his image is beginning to blur from the sheenof tears that well up against your will.

“Shit-” hestarts forwards, his arm reaching out to you but it freezes in its place whenyou level it with an icy glare. Kuroo lets it drop to his side, limp anduseless, much like his mind, and his mouth opens and closes, mute and withapologies that struggle to surface all at once. He picks one, but it’sinadequate no matter how he turns it over over on his tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’tmean to,” he attempts, insistent and desperate, “fuck, how bad did Ihurt you?”

There’s all bone andlittle meat on you, and the imprint of his knuckles grows a little pink on theedge of purple against the bare part of your chest. It looks like you gotmauled, even if nothing on your face will give away the pain, he imagines thaton himself and winces. Kuroo’s too afraid to spook you further so he staysstock still, but he aches inside when you take a protective step back from him.

“I’m okay.” You say,and his heart cracks from how readily you tell him. “I’ve had worse.”

“That…” he’s lost.He sees you shutting down in front of him, retreating back to some time whenthis was a regular occurrence- exactly what he wanted to save you from. “I’m sorry,I’m really sorry.”

You glance down atthe purple blossoming across your skin, and almost casually, you run a fingerover it. “It’s going to bruise,” you comment. Kuroo winces again at howcareless you sound, like it was nothing- like he was nothing, just arandom stranger who passed by and rammed their bag against you by accident.

It’s too obviousthat it’s not nothing, not when he shifts forwards, and you shift backwards.Almost in tandem; a dance where he’ll never be able to catch you back from whereveryou’re falling into again. He remembers the bruises you used to have that youcouldn’t explain, and he’s just given you another one, and although it’sunreasonable and he’s always reasonable, he feels the blame for allthose bruises that have ever come to pass fall onto his shoulders. It’s heavy,and he strains underneath it.

“I think we shouldtake a break,” you say as if this was a debate, rather than the discussion thatwould make or break everything, “I’m going to find some ointment, or something.”

You want to leave,he can see it in your eyes and the brusque way your mouth twists and yourforehead furrows- he doesn’t blame you, but he can’t. Kuroo already feels as ifhe’s suffocating, and something screams at him that if he lets you go throughthose doors, some part of the two of you will never come back.

“Wait-” he urges- hedoesn’t care about the way you flinch when his hand wraps around yours, nor theway you look avoid his eyes and stare at the part where the two of you touchlike it’s an infection- he presses tighter, until he can feel your pulseunderneath his fingers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

You say nothing, andhe comes closer.

“Will you,” healmost mumbles, and Kuroo never mumbles, “sit; I’ll get you something forthat.”

He doesn’t take hiseyes off you even when you sink onto the sofa, and he comes back with some ofhis muscle injury cream cradled in his hands. It’s cold when he dips hisfingers in and traces the ointment along the edges of your bruise and youshiver. It’s a small thing, just a tremble, but it’s strong enough to shake himtoo, and he’s hugging you before either of you feel the warmth.

“I’m sorry,” herepeats, and his chest thuds the same pattern of words against yours, “pleasebelieve me.”

He takes in thefirst breath in hours when he feels your own arms slowly, wrap around his backin return.

You don’t feel thepain until his grip relaxes- his broad hand wrapped around a frail lookingwrist of yours, pale from the sudden lack of circulation and your gaze follows Iwaizumi’sto your hand. He lets go as if he’s electrocuted, and your arm dropsunceremoniously back to your side as if it had never risen at all, save for theugly red mark around it in the shape of a handprint. A deliberatehandprint, and all that’s on his face is horror.

No, not at the thingthat’s marring your skin- he doesn’t believe that anything could ever mar you-but at his calloused, careless hand that put it there in the first place.

Brute,the voice in his head offers with a smugness that he wants to tear apart, allyou can do is spike, now look what you’ve done.

“Hajime?”

He doesn’t hear,because he refuses to be the one comforted right now- it just isn’t right.Iwaizumi has yet to look into your face to find out what kind of expression youhave on, but he has an inkling of what his looks like. Possibly as ugly as hefeels in this moment.

“I’m sorry,” hecroaks, voice low and harsh and it sounds more like an accusation than anapology, “I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”

“It’s alright-” youbegin, but whatever you’re saying isn’t registering, “I mean, it hurts but Iknow-”

“-I’m going to go,”he interrupts, and you find yourself at a loss for words because this is thefirst time you’ve seen Iwaizumi, the certain, always strong and steadyIwaizumi, look like the spirit of regret painted on a human face. You nod,because that’s the only thing you can do, and he feels grateful that at leasthe can bow out with a modicum of composure. The door closes behind him with amuted click, and he disappears down the staircase.

Perhaps it’s notwhat you deserve, nor is it the best conflict resolution, but he avoids you forthe next few days. It’s a challenge, because you’re acting like nothing’shappened, like it was a mistake and you even smile at him in the hallways, buthe can’t bring himself to return them. Nobody asks about why the two of youaren’t spending time around each other much, and Iwaizumi doesn’t notice thelooks either- he walks with his head hung low, his hands in his pockets, andfeeling entirely too downcast to return your smile.

What he does,however, is leave small things (ointment, snacks, post-it notes, sports drinks,bandages) where he knows you’ll find them throughout the day. He simply isn’tthe type to wallow in self-pity for long, but there’s something that alwaysholds him back, like he’s proven himself unworthy, from talking to you again,and he can’t help but be bitter about his lack of apology the day it happened.There’s no good way he can go about it, and even when he writes the post-itnotes, the emotions are kept bursting at the edge of the pen, and all hemanages to leave are instructions.

It hits day fourwhen he returns to his apartment to see you sitting cross-legged on asecond-hand bar stool, sipping a glass of his orange gatorade. There’s abandage on your wrist- the brand that he’d left by your desk a few days priorin silence- but he allows himself to pull away from that and meet your eyes.They’re a lot softer than he had anticipated, and his heart clenches at thetraces of forgiveness already given.

“Hey,” you offer awarm smile, “welcome home. I missed you.”

This was all what hewas supposed to say, yet they’ve found their way to him from your lips, andthere’s no battling against the tired laugh that pulls itself from his mouth.It’s half-hearted, exhausted, but it leaves a hint of a smile on both yourfaces because it’s better than nothing- better than radio silence for fourdays.

“Hello,” the wordfeels awfully unfamiliar in his ears, and he wishes he could say it a few timesagain for practice before you heard it. Still, he can’t deny the way he relaxeswhen he sees you, even if he’s unmoving as he watches you stand up and walkover to wrap him in a tight hug. “How’s your wrist?” He asks slowly, not quitesure if it’s him who needs the extra seconds, or you.

He can feel yoursmile against his shoulder. “It’s a bit bruised,” you answer, “but it’ll befine, with your ointment and your bandages.”

“Good,” he breathes,and lets it travel its course as you pull back to glance up into his somberface.

“It was anaccident,” you tell him again, “I’m alright, Hajime. I know you didn’t meanit.”

He takes your wristin his hands after a long moment, and turns it over with light fingers. Whenyou don’t pull away, and he doesn’t tense, he finally sighs, and nods with atentative smile.

Oikawa knowshe isn’t famous for his patience, but it’s hitting a record low when you’rewaving that piece of paper around in the air like it’s the fucking revolutionand why won’t you agree with him? It’s a close battle between angrytears and icy looks between the two of you, and he could be chanting somethingfrom a demon summoning and you wouldn’t be able to hear because your furiousvoice is ringing in his ears and he wants you to shut up.

He can’t force yourchin up so the sounds stop blaring, so he does the second closest thing. It’seasy as kicking a child because that’s what his biceps are built for, hittingthings, so he aims, reaches and with a satisfying slap, he smacks the piece ofpaper out of your hands.

He feels mutinous atthe way it flutters to the floor. He thinks it should sink, sink like thestupid weight that it is, but when he glances up at you with smug satisfactionthat there’s no more goddamn paper-whipping anymore, you’re several shadespaler than when he had looked down.

Oikawa frowns, andlooks down against for good measure. “It’s just a piece of paper,” he says. Hewants to snap, because frankly this whole fight over chores is ridiculous, buthe can’t quite bring himself to sound cruel when you’re looking like he hadjust hit you.

He pales too. Well, fuck.

“Okay,” you reply,voice brittle and Oikawa can’t even remember what you’re replying to in thefirst place. “I got your message.”

He presses his lipstogether and marvels reluctantly over how composed and chilly you sound,because all he can see are wide eyes are tears and trembling lips. There’s onlytwo feet of air between him and smoothing all those creases away with hisfingers, but he doesn’t. It’s two feet he can’t find it in himself to cross.

“I wasn’t going tohit you, if that’s what you thought,” Oikawa tells you sharply, and your facecrumples further until all he can see is the ghost of the features that oncesmiled at him so brightly.

“You might as wellhave,” your voice tiptoes on the edge between sorrow and bitterness, and if theapartment wasn’t empty besides the two of you, he would have barely caught thewords, breathed out and never to be retrieved.

He watches wordlesslyas you turn away from him to pick up the abandoned paper and you smooth it invain against the length of your jeans. The sheet of paper feels infinitelyheavier now than when you had pulled it off the fridge, and you carry it backto your room and you turn the corner, out of sight, without another word said.

Oikawa finds himselftongue-tied and helpless, unable to come up with a single word about theredness of your hand. This is ridiculous, he repeats to himself, astupid argument over stupid things, and for a moment he pulls his backupright and he believes that you’re both better people than this. The firststep back towards the kitchen feels like shifting against Jupiter’s gravity,and his knees tremble when he sees the pile of dishes in the sink. You chosethose dishes together, preferring a whole set instead of odd additions in yournew apartment. Shared apartment.

Oikawa spares thedoor to your room a second glance. It’s not shut, and the weight of its silencewelcome sears into his back long after he’s turned back around.

Maybe he should washthem. The paper says it’s his turn, but he’s so tired from the long day afterpractice and class and he feels the familiar burn of indignation bubbling inhis chest, but it’s dies down when he sees the empty spot where the timetableshould be. Now it’s in your hands, in your room where you’re alone, and ifOikawa stops ranting to himself for a second, there’s the sound of muted cryingin the form of great, heaving breaths.

He picks up the lastclean mug on the rack, and fills it with the last of the coffee. Even if hisbare feet make no noise against the soft carpeted floor, if he can feel thevibrations, you can too. The laborious breathing slows when he approaches thedoorway, and Oikawa can feel your eyes on him long before he summons enoughcourage to meet them with his. A few more steps, just a few more, and you payno attention to the steaming mug set beside your lamp and Oikawa picks up yourhand in both of his and rubs over the soft ridges of your bones with carefulthumbs.

“Does it hurt?” Hemumbles guiltily. Your chilly silence doesn’t pause for air, and Oikawa acceptsthe answer for what it is. After all, he never was the brave one. That was allyou.

So he does the onlything he knows how without losing his nerve; he throws his arms around youbefore you can spot the angry tears running down his face too, and cries hisapologies into the dip of your sweater that you had stolen from his wardrobe.He can feel your muscles freeze from each brush he presses against you, but heholds on, like his Peleus to your Thetis, until his misery moves you toforgiveness.

The apology goesunsaid, having seeped thoroughly into dampness in your clothes, and you holdhim back.

His fist connectswith a solid crunch, and the familiar feeling of catharsis and righteousfury settles itself deep in his bones and Kyoutani sinks backwards onhis heels, readying himself for retaliation.

It’s not that hedoesn’t understand- he does, he’s been told about this countless times by hisfriends, his family, his teachers- but it doesn’t register in his mind until hedoesn’t get the punch he’s expecting from you, but you’re sitting, unmoving, onthe cool wooden floor and a shaking hand cupped to your cheek like a brokenbird. You’re crying, and his clenched fingers relax against his palm. Heconsiders offering a hand, but that’s too out of character, to strange for thiswhole argument that had been going exactly the way he had expected it to, untilnow.

“You’re crying,” hesays out loud, for your benefit, he thinks, but the only response is a brokensob and Kyoutani finds he can’t discern if it’s from pain or if it’s fromsadness. Thinking about the latter makes his chest hurt, and he’s lost; thishas never happened before. It isn’t supposed to be like this- it’s not hisfirst punch, for fuck’s sake, so what the hell was happening?

“Fuck you,” he hearsyou spit, and his fist tightens once again but his chest doesn’t stop hurting.In fact, it hurts more, but you’re rising to your feet with hatred scorchingthe edges of your gaze and you’ve stormed away before he can reach out to you.Reach out to ask you: why does it still ache?

Kyoutani makes nomove to follow you. He chooses to sink into the empty sofa instead, blinking atthe frame of your television and letting his mind rummage through his memoriesto find a reason why this was all going south. He’d asked his seniors before,and they had all told him that arguments were part of a relationship. Okay, hegot that part. So this was nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, minutes turn intohours, and he blinks again to realize that it’s past sunset and it’s too darkfor him to count the number of books on your shelf for the fifteenth time. Atleast he knows that most of his anger is gone, and his confusion paving way formore concise thought and he makes his way to the kitchen, flicking on a lightwhen he passes it.

This too, is afamiliar process as his he feels his fingers numb as he drops the ice cubesinto a plastic bag lying around and he ties a knot around it with the type ofease that only comes with practice. It’s possible there’d be bruising by now,and although ice wouldn’t make it any easier to look at, at least it would dullthe pain. Unlike his own.

He carries it to thebalcony where you sit, solemn underneath a set of dim lights from the apartmentnext door and holds out in offering without a word.

You take it, alsowithout a word. It’s late to soothe much, but the throbbing subsides and althoughyour fingers feel so cold they’re about to freeze off, you steadfastly keep thebag pressed against your cheek. You haven’t bothered to look into a mirror yetand no matter what you find, you know that it’ll pale in comparison to what’salready been done.

Kyoutani’s no closerto an answer outside than he was inside, but he keeps his feet still where heis and sways as the clock ticks the seconds passing. There’s nothing exchanged,but he feels like he’s on a stand, being judged by one who has his fate tied tothe noose. It strikes him that perhaps, this isn’t something he can fight hisway out of.

“I’m sorry.” It’srash and sounds more like a threat than anything, but he knows he’s on theright track when the pressure eases from his ribs. “I- It probably wasn’t agood idea. To punch you.”

“You think?”

Kyoutani shrinks,and his head ducks low. “This feels like admitting defeat,” he confesses.

“It’s not a fuckingbattle,” you snarl, your roles reversed, and Kyoutani takes a step back.

“Y-yeah,” hebreathes, and the ache rushes back anew, only now it isn’t from confusion, butrealization. If he thought that talking was difficult before, it’s a hundredtimes more unwilling now. “I’m sorry,” he offers again, this time genuine,enlightened, and he backs out of the small space to give you back yours.

Suga’svoice of reason tells him that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t what he intended,he didn’t want to hurt you, but the thrumming in his blood overwhelmsthe small voice that pleads from somewhere he’d hidden behind bars for the timebeing. You were his voice of reason, you were what allowed him to be the dotingone, the silly one, the one who made you laugh at the worst times, but rightnow he can’t even bear to look at you.

He can only imaginehow much that hurt you- another thing he didn’t intend, but it’s happeninganyway and Suga’s screwing everything up so badly that he wants to beat himselfup and never see the light of day again. He can hear his mother knock on thedoor, asking if he’d like some food, but he can only muster enough energy togive her a weak dismissal. Her footsteps fade away slowly, like she’s turningback to stare worriedly at his door every two steps.

The stupid thing is,it’s been two days, and he still hasn’t been able to bring himself to show upanywhere near you yet. Each time any of his friends mention your name, all hecan remember is the way he had slammed you into the wall, a weak grunt and thedeafening silence that followed because it had been an accident, like he hadsaid, but there was such condemnation in both of your faces in that splitsecond that Suga thinks he’ll never, ever be able to forget.

So much forprotecting his girlfriend, for whatever he had promised when he had asked todate you.

He pushes back his coversfor a small pocket of air to finds its way into his cave of misery, and severalbuzzes comes from his abandoned phone by his desk. It’s with cold, clammy handshe reaches out and swipes to read them from the corner of his vision.

You need to see her,Suga, comes Daichi’s logical voice, you owe her atleast that.

She hasn’t said morethan two sentences to me, Noya’s message is seeped withfrenzy, are you guys still okay???

Suga, come on.Asahi’s message is the most damning of all of them, and Suga drowns in shame ofhis own making.

I’m sorry, hebegins to type, but deletes it quickly. I hope you’re alright, heamends, are you at home right now? He presses send, and waiting for yourreply feels like waiting for a jury’s judgement.

I’m at home,his phone buzzes and his gut sinks to his knees, are you coming over? I’lltidy up for you.

His hair’s more of amess than your place could ever be, but he makes the effort and after a jogthat strains at his calves more from the anxiety than the run, his knuckles rapon your door in jerky movements that feel like a stranger’s.

“Hi,” it’s watery,but it’s you on the other side of the thin space between the two of you andSuga can’t quite believe that you’re the one with the stammer and the nervousshaking in your hand. It takes more than he has, but he reaches out, and holdsit between his own just to stop the trembling.

You still, for amoment, but with your tenuous grip on each other, he’s guided with undeservinggentleness onto the empty sofa.

“Sorry-“ you begin,and he’s startled that it’s coming from you and not him. “I didn’t make it easyfor you to talk to me,” you smile after that, and Suga feels your breakingalign with his own, “will you sit?”

There’s nothing thatcould keep him from obeying you. He perches on the edge of the seat he didn’trealize he missed, and Suga grimaces when he bids the words come to his lips,and finds the call ignored. He takes another deep breath, and although he’ssure that they’ll be lacking, he drums up his own to give you instead.

“I shouldn’t haveavoided you,” his eyes drop to the slump your shoulders slide into, and herealizes that it must still hurt, “did I make you bruise?”

“Just a little,” youadmit, “but it was an accident, Koushi. I told you, remember? Before you shutdown and vanished.”

“Yeah, but-“

“You said sorry,”you press on with a firm tone; Suga knows when he’s outmatched, “that was thefirst thing you said, so it’s okay, apology accepted, alright?”

He doubts that he’llever feel alright about being physically angry ever again, but in the face ofsuch acceptance, there’s nothing he can do but capitulate, and clutches ontoyour hand as if it’s you who needs saving.

You only smile atthe strength in his hold, and turn his hand over in yours to lace your fingersback together.

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